#jungkookfanfic
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Not in the Way You Think
[Summary]: You've been after your best friend for ages. But how are you supposed to know that he's after you too if he insists on being a bachelor until his dying breath?
[Theme]: ChildHoodFriendsToLovers!AU, NonIdol!AU, VirginReader!AU, BachelorJK!Au, Fuck-Boy JK, Virgin Reader
[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, dry humping, protected sex, fluff, somewhat angst, many many years of pining, making out, oral. Soft dom/Dom JK, sub Reader, virgin things, mention of alcohol and a pen
[Word Count]: 6,043
[A/N]: Hi. I've resurrected. For now. Enjoy! Also, if anyone knows what's going on with my materialist -- sos!!
[Materialist]
“Sorry, but there’s no fucking way,” your best friend scoffs against the lip of his dab pen. He was about to take a hit, but was abruptly stopped before you told him something completely unbelievable to his ears.
“Jungkook, I’m serious,” you whine.
God, this is so embarrassing. You fiddle with the rims of your hoodie's sleeve, examining it in shame. You can’t dare to look at the face of your best friend on the other side of the couch. His words already make you feel embarrassed enough, you can’t imagine what looking at his face would do.
“Y/n,” he starts again, that disbelieving smirk proving to adorn his features. “You’re 24 years old. What the fuck.”
“24-year-olds can be virgins, too, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes. “Not everyone strives to have over 30 bodies on their ‘fucked list’ by this age.”
You feel so embarrassed. Of all people, you thought your best friend wouldn’t shame you like this. It’s already embarrassing enough to be at this age and to not have tried anything sexual with anyone before. You’re inexperienced. You know that. But the conversation originally didn’t start this way. What was once a talk about which flavored soju was better than the other, turned into a ridiculing conversation about your lame sex life. The last thing you need is his bantering about how shocking it is to hear everything you haven’t done yet.
“57,” he corrects you with yet another smirk. This time, there’s a tease in his eye, obviously waiting for your reaction on his body count number.
“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “Forget it.”
You try to grab the remote on the coffee table, but Jungkook takes it before you can.
“Wait, now,” he laughs when you smack his arm. “I’m not done asking about this yet.”
“Jungkook!” you whine. “I’m seriously so embarrassed. I don’t want to talk about it with you anymore.”
“Have you ever kissed anyone?!” He raises his pierced eyebrow. “What about Taehyung? And Soobin? Aren’t those guys your ex’s? You had to have done something with them, Y/n, c’mon.”
“Yes!” you blush harshly. “Of course I’ve kissed people before. I’ve just never…done anything dirty with them.”
“Not even like a hand job or anything?” he raises his other eyebrow.
“Jungkook, please stop reacting like that. You’re making me feel worse,” you tuck your hair behind your ear.
It’s no news that Jungkook is not only your childhood best friend but he’s also been a notorious fuck-boy since about 5 years ago when the two of you moved to a different city to attend the same college. He has always told you that he was going to spend his university life being a bachelor, making it a goal of his to see how many girls he could get underneath him by the age of 25. He's gathered quite a lot. Except now, he’s more knowledgeable than you for once, and you’re not taking the news so well.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. But his words prove to be carried with no remorse. “Not even oral?”
“Jungkook!” you kick his knee. “Seriously. I continued this conversation with you because I thought you’d be nicer about it. You’re obviously the experienced one here. But clearly, you’re not experienced enough to know that not everyone is constantly looking for which sexual activity to try on the next stranger.”
You’ve been his #1 ear to all of his stories for years now, no matter how repetitive they can be…or how much they secretly punch you in the gut every time he tells you a new one.
The two of you couldn’t be more opposite. He’s sporty and social, you’re quiet and mellow. He’s into the music and business world, whereas you’re into radiology and all-things-hospital. He’d rather spend his free time partying and making himself feel good in any way that he can, whereas you’d spend your free time wrapped in a book or having coffee over a new podcast about aliens.
But no matter your differences, the grunge boy that you grew up with sitting on the opposite side of the couch, making fun of you and laughing at the sheer difference in how the two of you chose to live out your college years, will always be your best friend. He might remain a crush or even your first love, but nothing can change the fact that the two of you click like two peas in a pod. You couldn’t trade anything for that, even your secrets about what you feel for him.
“Woah, hey,” he chuckles. “Sorry. I’m just–wow. It’s just shocking to me, I don’t know. Especially for you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you scrunch your eyebrows together.
“Well, I mean,” he laughs awkwardly, putting his pen on the table. “It’s no secret you were the girl every guy was trying to get into their bed all throughout college…and high school.”
“Tch,” you shake your head. “As if, Kook. Don’t try to make up for ridiculing me about my sex life by covering it up with fake scenarios.”
“I’m serious, Y/n. Just as serious as you are about this,” he says. “You thought that Soobin, the university's #1 crush–a guy even more wanted than me–would agree to go out with you and date you if you weren’t the hottest chick in the school?”
“Yeah, well, that was short-lived,” you scoff, remembering the events of your break up. “He didn’t really want me. Or well, he did, but not like how I thought.”
“This is why I’m shocked,” he explains further. “Literally every man that I knew talked about you. I don’t know how their efforts could have gone unnoticed by you. But I guess you were too in your head to notice. You had the hottest man in the school, but not even that was enough to even make you think about doing anything with him?”
As much as that information flatters you, it doesn’t satisfy you at all. Truthfully, Jungkook could talk about any man in the world that might want you. But if that category doesn’t include him, the thought doesn’t arouse you at all.
Your own brain can’t even wrap itself around why you were so hung up on him. Why would you possibly want a guy like Jungkook to want you. He’s careless and reckless. He doesn’t give things a second thought and pushes all your buttons at the worst times. He’s foolish and irresponsible – a walking stick screaming ‘bad news’.
But at the same time, he is oh-so gentle. He’s kind and sweet, considerate and respectful. His touch makes you jolt, and his voice relieves your headaches in an instant. You feel safe when he is there, and absolutely terrified when he is not. He’s strong and capable, but also sentimental at heart.
You don’t think you could find anyone else like him in the world. No one like your Jungkook.
No wonder your past relationships didn’t work out for you. Taehyung you broke up with out of frustration. It was with him that you realized that Jungkook was too in your head to be dating anyone fairly. And just when you thought you were over Jungkook being your ideal man, Soobin walked into your life. But since he broke up with you over your own inexperience, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about how maybe you waited too long. No one wants someone who has no idea what they’re doing in the bedroom at the age of 24. Most of society at this age is dating to marry. You’re still dating for the experience.
“It’s not that I didn’t think about doing anything with him,” you respond. “I just–I don’t know. I couldn’t. It didn’t feel right. He wasn’t–I don’t know. We just weren’t a good match. The same goes for Taehyung and everyone else before him and Soobin.”
Your best friend is quiet for a moment, trying to wrap his head around everything that you’re saying.
“But it’s all irrelevant now,” you continue. “We’re graduated, and there’s nothing I can do about previous male efforts towards getting me in their sheets. It’s just–there’s something wrong with me.”
“Clearly,” Jungkook agrees. “Sex is like–life. You truly don’t know until you try. Do you even masturbate?”
“Jungkook,” you sigh quietly, as a disappointed palm presses against your forehead. “You weren’t supposed to agree to that.”
“Well, do you?”
“Of course, I masturbate.”
“And that hasn’t persuaded you at all? Don’t you imagine what it would feel like to have something other than your fingers or some toy getting you off?”
“That’s so graphic,” you scowl.
“Well, do you?”
You roll your eyes.
“I do, don’t get me wrong,” you agree. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just too hung up on a scenario that’s not possible–at least not for me.”
“You’re pined after by millions, Y/n,” he sits up straight on the couch, his legs folding against the cushions to get a better look at you. “Any scenario is possible in your world. Especially related to sex. You could get any man that you wanted to if you just broke down a wall or two and went after them.”
“That’s not–never mind,” you give up. You’re too embarrassed to admit anything. You also don’t really want to. Risking your friendship with Jungkook isn’t worth letting out a secret like this. You’d lose him forever, and you can’t risk that. “No one wants a 24-year-old virgin,” you begin again, trying to move on from your previous words. “Unless they’re a crazy perv, or one of those dudes who thinks that only ‘marriageable girls’ should be virgins until they tie the knot. And, well, those guys are just…weird.”
Jungkook laughs at your words and a small smile forms on your lips from the sound of his laugh.
“Y/n, what are you saying?” he exclaims amidst his laughter. “Look at you! You haven't lost a cent of your desirability in all the years I’ve known you. Any guy would want you.”
“But not you,”
“Huh?”
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck. Why did you just say that?!
The thought slipped past your lips without a second thought. There’s heat in your cheeks, and you can’t bear to look at Jungkook’s face. You might have fucked everything up now. Just over a thought you didn’t think twice about. Your brain must have been done suppressing it, but now you have to sit here and wait for the consequences of letting it all go.
“Sorry,” you clear your throat. “C-Can you give me the remote? I’d like to drop this and finish this show.”
“Nuh-uh,” he laughs in disbelief. His rough hand gently wraps around your wrist, forcing you to look at him again. “What did you just say?”
“Jungkook, please,” you cry. There’s fear in your voice. You’re so scared of losing him, you can’t even think properly. All you want to do is pretend like nothing happened. Like this whole conversation didn’t happen and you were back to talking about flavored soju. The thought of losing your best friend floods your mind, and you beg him with your eyes to stop. But he’s unrelenting.
Jungkook scoffs at the look in your eye, his grip loosening on your wrist before sliding it off completely.
“Y/n, you are so oblivious, it actually gets on my nerves more than anything in this world sometimes,” he says.
You feel your heart sink to your stomach.
“I didn’t think I’d actually have to tell you this because I thought it was obvious how I feel about you,” he laughs to himself. “I don’t know how long you’ve noticed, or if you’ve even noticed at all, but I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year of high school, Y/n. And it’s only grown since then. So don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t want you.”
Words fail to leave your lips. You’ve had so much shock and embarrassment during your time spent with him tonight. But nothing could have prepared you for this.
“Jungkook, none of this is making sense,” you stop him. As much as your heart leaps at his confession, a part of you is still completely misunderstanding something. “You mean to tell me that you’ve had a crush on me for how long? And yet in the meantime, you’ve made it your mission to be with every woman on campus? How in the world do you expect me to think you had feelings for me when every Saturday morning you tell me about whose pussy you were up the night before? How was I supposed to know?”
There’s a bit of anger in your voice. All these years of getting your heart shattered over his countless stories about girls that weren’t you. About how he kissed Emily on Friday night and then fucked her best friend, Rachel, in the ass a few hours later. About how he went all the way home one weekend just to fuck your high school calculus teacher. Or about the countless times you’ve walked into your shared apartment with him, only to look down and see an extra pair of girly high-heels sitting by the door next to his shoes. Or the many pairs of unfamiliar panties you’ve found in the wash. Or the smell of strong perfume constantly stained on his side of the couch.
“How in the world did I expect you to think I had feelings for you?” he reiterated your questions irritably. “Y/n, I asked you to be my date to prom! Hell, don’t even try to cut out the fact that we almost kissed when we graduated high school. I hung out with you every day after school in both high school and college. Fuck, half the reason I came to this university was to be by your side. We even have an apartment together!”
“You’re my best friend, Jungkook!” you explain.
“You don’t have to remind me,” he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “I gave up trying to make us anything more than friends a while ago. Fuck, every time I lay with a girl it’s the biggest reminder of all that we’ll only be friends.”
“Fuck you, Jungkook,” you cry. A tear falls down your cheek from his words. God, you’re so frustrated and angry and annoyed and so relieved. You don’t know which emotion to put first. “Fuck you. You shattered me into pieces. You call me oblivious when I’ve spent years loving you. But you’ve been too busy telling me about who you’re going to fuck next to notice."
Jungkook breathes heavily, anger leaving his nostrils. His eyes are foreign to yours. You’ve never seen so much emotion in them at once.
And then suddenly he’s on your side of the couch, hovering over you, holding your jaw in his big, tattooed palm. His lips sear against yours kissing you with passion you’ve never felt before.
It’s second nature to hold his face in your hands. His ears slip between your middle and index finger; the cool metal of his earrings touches your skin gently.
You moan into him when you glide your right hand into his locks, pressing him tighter against your body. Jungkook grunts at the feeling of your hand in his hair. Never in a million years did he think he'd feel you like this. No matter how many times he’s imagined it before, no matter how many times he’s pretended it was you instead of the stranger beneath him, the feeling of imagining you is nothing compared to the feeling of actually having you right there in his arms.
You can feel him lay his weight heavier on you the more you kiss him. It prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against your body.
Jungkook’s lips detach from yours slowly, his thumb lightly pressing against your bottom lip as he pulls away.
“I’m sorry,” he kisses you again slowly. It’s wet and soft, but you don’t mind. It’s him, and he feels right. “I guess we gave each other too many mixed signals.”
You kiss him back, holding his chin between your index finger and thumb.
“Are my signals clear now?” you ask him gently.
“If you’re telling me that you want me…more than just friends,” he presses his nose against yours. “Then they’re clear as day.”
You smile against his lips when he indulges on you again. Jungkook kisses you slowly and softly for another few minutes. It’s much different from the kissing you did a few minutes ago. This time, he’s gentle, and so are you. Your hands find purchase at the base of his scalp again, and you smile as he moans at the feeling. This is a whole new learning curve for you, and you’re finally going through lessons you’ve restricted yourself from accessing for a very long time. It feels so good. It feels amazing to have him in your arms like this.
But still, somehow there’s something missing. There’s a pit in your stomach, a wetness in between your thighs that begs you to rub up against him. And so you do, but you’re stopped with a firm hand on your hip from the man above you. You suddenly feel embarrassed again.
"Y/n,” he pants against your lips. He looks down at your conjoined hips. A part of him feels embarrassed at the sight–he doesn’t think he’s been more hard in his life. But he respects you more than to indulge in his own fantasy right now. “You’re still a virgin,” he reminds you.
“I know,” you exhale. “But I want you, Kook. I want you to be the one to take it.”
“Y/n,” he coos, swiping his thumb across your cheek. “I think you should think about it. I’m not the most romantic person in bed. I also don’t think I’m cut out to be your first. I don’t deserve you like that.”
“Don’t say that Jungkook,” you scrunch your eyebrows together. “You say that as if I haven’t been imagining you in the same way that you imagine me. You say that as if I haven’t been waiting for 10 years to kiss you like this. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long, and I think this moment is why I haven’t been able to indulge in sex with anyone else. I feel right with you.”
You watch his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips. He’s lazy with his decision on which to focus on right now. His heart is so overwhelmed, he doesn't know which feature of yours to honor first.
“What are you doing to me,” he laughs at himself. You smile back at him, and he swears nothing has ever been more right than how it is at this moment.
“Will you take me, Jungkook?” you ask him again, much softer this time. It sounds strange coming from your mouth. You’ve never asked anyone to do that for you. The only person you’ve wanted, or have imagined, taking it away from you has been Jungkook. And here he is above you.
“Fuck,” he whispers. Your words send all the blood straight to his cock, as if it didn’t have enough blood in it already. “If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want,” you confirm with him. “I want you.”
“God, I want you, too,” he says, kissing you passionately yet again. This time, he scoops you into his arms, sitting you up on his lap. You straddle him perfectly, your thighs hugging his, and your core pressed temptingly against his own.
Jungkook moans at the feeling, his hands finding purchase on your hips before slowly grinding them against his own.
Your hands fall from his jaw to his shoulder, the feeling of his clothed dick against your pussy is much more shocking than you thought it would be. Never in a million years did you think such a strange action would feel so good.
“Kook,” you whine against his lips.
He breathes lightly against yours, trying to keep his composure as you make yourself feel good on his thighs.
“Can I touch you?” he asks gently. His hands remain on your hips until you nod, giving him permission to explore your body in whichever way he would like to first.
He watches your face as he slides his hands up to your waist. His fingers make their way under your silk pajama shirt, causing you to jolt at the feeling of his skin against yours. It puts a desire in your heart that you’ve never felt before. You’ve never wanted to explore anyone else like this.
“C-Can I touch you?” You ask him this time.
Jungkook laughs a little at you asking for his permission. In a way, he’s not really used to that. He finds it endearing that even though he’s fucked a lot of girls in his lifetime, the fact doesn’t take away that he’s still worthy of asking something like that to you. The other part of him laughs as if he’d ever say no to you.
“Please,” he gives you permission.
With that, you look at the fabric of his shirt leaning against his collarbone. His typical black shirt covers just enough to make you curious.
But your eyes move to your own hands, which are delicately mimicking his actions, except they start by pushing up his shirt from the bottom. Your fingertips feel his abs underneath them. They’re defined, and you hate to admit that they make you really nervous.
Your eyes flick to his, and they read your mind like a book.
With one motion, he takes his hands off your waist and pulls his shirt off, revealing all his glory to you in one quick second.
You take a deep breath, and he chuckles a little. But his laughs stop the minute you touch him again. They slide up his abs, your fingertips feeling his honey skin underneath you. They slide to his arm, covered in ink. They’re a perfect representation of him, and you haven’t told him enough how much you love them. They’re passionate and edgy, handsome and strong, but gentle and honest all at the same time.
You almost get lost in his ink when he slides his fingers further up your shirt.
Your breath stops in your throat when he grazes his fingers on the underside of your boob. You’re not wearing a bra, and the fact only excites Jungkook more.
But he wants to be patient with you, even though he knows that the two of you want this so badly.
“Can I?” he asks again.
“Yes,” you give him permission in a whisper.
With that, he slides the silk fabric up and over your shoulder, his breath stopping in his throat when he sees you.
“Fuck Y/n,” he breathes out. He looks to you for permission again to touch you, and you nod with a small smile on your face.
Jungkook gently cups the underside of your breasts, his body leaning forward as he does so. His lips wrap around your nipple and you gasp when he twirls his tongue around your sensitive bud.
The sensation prompts you to press your hips deeper against his, eliciting the sweetest sound from his throat. His black jeans frustrate him, the barrier is too thick between you and him.
He sucks on you harder before popping off and transferring his torture to your other nipple. Your pussy feels like it’s almost gushing arousal from his mouth alone. A raspy moan leaves your mouth as he gently bites on your bud, prompting you to tug at his hair.
“K-Kook,” you moan. “Please,” you beg.
Jungkook pops off your nipple, his mouth trailing kisses up to your neck. His hands slide up your back, holding you close against his chest as he kisses and sucks on the sweetest parts of your neck. You know he’s learning you, and you’re 100% willing to let him continue.
“I want you inside of me,” you pant against his ear. “Please, Kook. I want you.”
Jungkook pulls away, resting his hands on your waist again.
He looks at you with more seriousness now, although his lips are red and swollen and his skin is starting to shimmer with the slightest bit of sweat.
“Are you sure?” He asks you again.
“Yes,” you hold his cheek.
“Okay,” he smiles.
With that, he stands up with you wrapped around his waist. You know where you’re going, and you giggle against his neck at the fact that this is reality. You’re in his arms, your skin against his, and he’s on his way to make you feel closer to him than you ever have before. This is the only man that you’d let do this to you, you’ve realized. And the relief that it is finally happening makes you giddy and so so happy on the inside. You can’t help but hold him closer.
Jungkook gently lays you on his sheets. They smell like him, and you feel warm inside when he tops off the scent with himself hovering over you.
“Have you…you know,” he gulps. “Used anything before?”
“Like a dildo?” you clarify.
“Yeah,” he kisses your neck again. He’s completely overwhelmed with you. He can’t stop kissing you, and he doesn't want to stop anytime soon. The urge to mark you as his own–to show every man that you belong to him–is so strong. He can’t help being so proud that this has finally happened. That you’re with him, and that this is the start of something new between the two of you.
“Other than my fingers,” you sigh. “No, not really.”
Suddenly, Jungkook stands up, uncomfortably fiddling with the zipper of his jeans. What you said made his dick hurt with arousal. His jeans are too tight on him now, and he wants to feel all of your skin against his.
You watch him take off his jeans, feeling overwhelmed by the look of his cock springing free underneath his gray Calvin’s.
“S-Sorry,” he apologizes for the change in pace. “They were getting tight.”
“I can see why,” you exhale.
You feel taken aback by Jungkook’s size. It’s still clothed by his boxers, and he already looks like he’s going to rip you open. No wonder he is in such high demand.
“I’ll prep you,” he promises. “N’ go slow.”
You watch him give himself a few pumps over his boxers, closing his eyes from the feeling of releasing a little bit of tension. He smiles when his eyes land on your face, your eyes completely fixated on his dick.
“Something caught your eye?” he laughs at the expression on your face.
“Shut up,” you smile.
Your breath stills when he hooks his fingers around the rim of your pants, asking your eyes for permission before he continues. You allow him, and soon you’re left in just a pair of boy shorts with a huge stain soaking at your core. The sight has Jungkook immediately leaning himself on his elbows against the mattress to get a better look.
“Fuck,” he whispers, sliding his hands on the underside of your thigh. He pushes your legs up, examining you for the first time. “You’re soaked, Y/n.”
“S-Shut up,” you shy. “Do something already.”
Jungkook laughs at your embarrassment, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and sliding it up and off your body.
“As you wish,” he whispers against your core. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth gently envelopes your clit. He sucks on it as you squirm beneath him, the intensity of his pleasure feeling like it’s going to be a lot to handle.
You slide your fingers into his hair when he plays at your entrance. It’s so wet, and he can’t control himself from sliding his finger in, knuckles deep, as you moan from his actions.
Your responses only fuel his fire, causing him to lap you up even more, to slip another finger in and curl it up into your g-spot. He can feel you tense, and he knows you’re close. He wants you to get there, but you stop him before he has the chance to.
“Want you, Kook,” you whine. “I wanna cum with you.”
“You wanna cum with me?” he restated your statement as a question.
You nod feverishly against his pillows, your eyes coming to lock with his.
“I want you inside of me when you make me feel good,” you explain. “That’s how I want it.”
Jungkook gulps. Fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
“If that’s how you want it,” he smiles.
With a swift motion, he gets up to take off his boxers, his dick slapping against his abdomen as he does so.
It's almost comical how quickly he reaches for a condom in his nightstand drawer, slipping it on while his eyes stay right on yours. They tell you he’s been longing for you for so long. That this moment was one that he always dreamt of, but never thought would become a reality. You can only hope that yours convey the same.
Jungkook hovers over you again, his tip lining up with your entrance.
“Are you sure you want this? I can stop right now if you want me to,” he asks you again. There’s a worry in his eyes, as if he doesn’t think he’s the right one to take this from you.
“I want you, Koo. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Please take me,” you plea.
You watch that man above you gulp before he kisses the tip of your nose. He rests his elbows on the sides of your head, trapping you underneath him. With a kiss, you feel the burn of being stretched suddenly flood your system. He pushes in slowly, your back arching into him as he struggles to find a normal breathing pace.
It hurts, but he goes slow. He’s aware of your discomfort, and he wants you to say something before he continues.
“S’ this okay?” he asks you.
When you look down, you realize he’s only half way, and your head tilts back against sheets. He’s so big, you don’t know what to do with yourself.
“Mmhm,” you grip his shoulders. “You can move, Kook.”
Jungkook pulls out, and then goes back in quicker and deeper this time. The feeling causes you to dig your nails into the skin of his back, the pain and pleasure bringing you to a high you’ve never felt before.
“Ahh- Y/n,” Jungkook moans on top of you. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he keeps a steady and slow pace. “You feel so good,” he pants against your skin.
“F-Faster, Kook,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Mm,” he hums, happily obliging to your request.
Jungkook speeds up the pace, his hips slapping against yours lewdly. There's so much liquid shared between the two of you, but neither of you care. It feels too good to stop.
“M’ feel good, baby?” He asks you, hovering his lips above yours. “This what you wanted?”
“Y-Yes,” you cry, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the name he called you.
Jungkook suddenly takes your hips in his hands firmly. Sitting on the back of his heels, his body towers over you before ramming his hips into yours again. The action causes you to tilt your head back, feeling fuller than you were just a minute ago in this new position.
“Yeah?” He licks his lips. His face looks demonic–like an actual sex demon is on top of you right now. “This is what you wanted, huh? You wanted to be fucked by this fat cock so bad, didn’t you, hm?”
Jungkooks fingers grip your hips tighter, slamming them against his own even harder than he did before. You can feel him against your cervix, hitting your g-spot with every exit and entrance of his cock in your pussy.
“Wanted you so bad, Koo,” you cry.
You feel your toes start to curl, and a part of you feels scared that you might cum too quickly. You want this to last longer.
“Yeah?” He bites his lip. Hearing you say that makes his head go fuzzy. The girl he’s wanted for so long, the girl he thought he could never have, is finally his. And he’s a part of something that is so special to you, he feels honored and overwhelmed all at the same time. “You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my dick?”
“K-Kook,” you whine. “S-Say you wanted me, too. S-Say–”
“Fuck, Y/n, I wanted you so bad,” he grunts at the thought. He feels angry for the time he’s lost due to thinking one thing when it was actually the other. He could have been with you like this every night. He could have been loving you and holding your hand, and kissing you all day long had he just grown a pair and done it earlier. He should have kissed you at graduation all that time ago. Or maybe even earlier at prom. He’s wanted you all along. And thinking about how he felt when you got together with Taehyung and Soobin made him feel a jealousy he’s never felt before. He can only imagine what he’s done to you. The fact that he had someone new every night to talk to you about makes his heart hurt with the fact that telling you those things might have shattered your heart into dust just as you dating someone else did to his own.
“I wanted you then, and I want you now, and I want you after,” he continues. “I don’t want to let you go ever again.”
Your back arches from his words, your neck falling back from the pleasure and the pain all at once.
“Koo,” you grab onto his wrist. “I think I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah?” He bites his lip again. His hair falls in front of his face as he watches your breasts move with his dick inside of you. “Cum for me baby, I’m not that far behind.”
Jungkook falls on top of you again. But this time, he brings your legs up over his shoulders, pushing into you even further than before. You’re starting to think he has an endless cock. Every new position he puts you in, you feel another inch inside of you.
You feel a white heat wash over you, and somehow you see stars as he continuously moves his dick in you harshly.
“A-Ahh,” you hear him moan. “You’re so tight–m’ gonna cum,” he tells you against your ear. “S’ that–that alright?”
He holds out until you let him, nodding into his cheek, too blissed out from your orgasm to form a worded response.
His thrusts get sloppy after you give him permission. The last few of them are hard and deep before you feel his dick pulse inside of you. A stream of sweet moans and your name falls from his lips as he releases inside of you. Out of all the music in the world, this is the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard.
After a few moments to catch a breath, he pulls out, not wanting any of his cum to leak out of the condom as he begins to soften from his post-sex glory. Jungkook kisses you gently, moving your hair off your sweaty face. He kisses your cheek and your forehead before tucking your hair behind your ear.
“You okay?” he asks you gently.
You laugh at his question. Hell, you were more than okay. Your best friend, first love, and current love, just took your virginity. Although you know you have a lot to experience in the sexual world, you whole-heartedly believe that it cannot get any better than this.
“Yes, are you?” you ask him back.
Jungkook laughs in the same way that you laughed at him.
“Is it safe to say that you’re my girlfriend now?” he asks.
“Only if the feeling is mutual.”
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts, 2023 ]
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Antagonist (Villain!xx x fem!reader. Inspired by Extra-Ordinary You)
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The one where he wants a baby girl (JJK)
The bed looked inviting as Jungkook approached it, his wife already snoozing peacefully on her side of it. He wordlessly lifts the sheet and sinks into the lush cushioning of the mattress, practically melting into it. It had been a very long and exhausting day for him.
Joy hadn't acknowledged him when she felt the weight sink, but he could tell that she wasn't sleeping after all. He moves himself closer to her, draping his heavy arm over her waist and pulling her closer to his body by the hips.
Joy squirmed, sleepily muttering, "How come you're so clingy today, Koo?"
He chuckles as she pretends to be indifferent to his affection. She huffed a sigh as she moved her arm, giving in to his need for cuddles. He sinks his head onto her shoulder. "Sannie's sleeping?" She muttered, eyes still closed, voice weighed with exhaustion.
Jungkook hummed in agreement, looking down at her pretty face. Joy felt his body press into hers more, she stirs and lifts her head curiously at him, raising her brows in suspicion.
"What?" She asked knowingly, sensing something on his mind.
He shakes his head dismissively, "It's dumb."
"No it's not," she replied softly, cracking her lids open a bit more. She turns in his hold, looking up at his face. "Tell me. Is something bothering you?"
Jungkook stares down at her face, she looked really sleepy, they had both started the day working and he had gotten off early to get back home and help out with their toddler Jeongsan. Joy, though, who's been working from home, hasn't managed to get as much of a break, so Jungkook had taken iniative with their son when he returned home. And it was a good thing that he did, because Joy and her team had a very important project to finish up on by the end of the day. She would have never completed it with her hands full.
He likes being home with his family more, and especially looking after their toddler. Jungkook had been chasing after Sannie all afternoon, the little munchkin found it amusing whenever his father whined after him. Jungkook grinned at the thought.
"I've just been thinking a lot, jagiya..." He admitted fondly, Joy adjusts her head to see his face better, noticing how he trailed off.
"About what?" She wondered, her minty breath fanning his face.
Jungkook shifts, a bit anxious to express his feelings. Even though Joy was always inviting to his thoughts and ideas - no matter how outlandish they proved to be at times. She would never shoot him down without at least hearing him out first. He was very happy to have married a naturally good listener.
He sighed, "It's just, I see my hyungs with their kids all the time and... except for Yoongi and Jimin hyung, they all have daughters..."
Joy waited, her gaze trailing over his ebony locks that were falling loose from the hairtie he'd managed to put it in. She reaches up and tucks a piece behind his ear, only for it to slip away again.
Jungkook continued, having expected more of a reaction from his wife, but she continued to let him explain his thoughts. "Their relationships with their daughters are just so cute... I kinda wish I had a baby girl to spoil, too..."
Joy's brows rise in surprise, "I thought you were fine with just one?"
"I still am, honey. I'm very happy with our family," he assured, tucking both his arms behind her back, ending up hovered above her slim figure that she'd worked so hard to get back. He sighs as he recalls all the work she’d put in."This has been on my mind for a while now, though. I want my own princess to spoil. I could help do her hair and buy her dresses..." he rambled, the biggest smile growing on his face at the thought of it.
Joy watched his eyes gleam, melting at the sight of that mindless smile making his face. She hadn't told Jungkook directly, but the thought of having another baby scared her. And for completely different reasons this time compared to her first pregnancy and the fears it harbored. She was now certain that in the long-term things would turn out just fine - which was her main concern last time. This time around, however, she was worried about how much it would physically take a toll on her. When she gave birth to Jeongsan there were some minor complications that have left her a little traumatized. She'd only told her sister and female friends because they could relate, and couldn't seem to find a good time to mention her trauma to Jungkook. Especially not now that he looks so happy at the thought of having a daughter.
She had been thinking about having another baby too, dreamt of it, even. It brought a smile to her face, however her worries always seemed to cloud those visions. Joy swallows her fear, feeling a tug at her chest when she gently whispered, "Okay."
His eyes widened in surprise at that, that familiar bunny-smile lighting up his otherwise sleepy features. He seemed more alert at her words. "You mean- You'd have my baby? Again?" He asked excitedly.
Joy reads the genuine excitement in his expression, that pang of fear still rattling inside her chest. Her head bobs, and she was quickly pulled up into his arms, he squeezed the life out of her. "Thank you, baby," he presses butterfly kisses to her cheeks, making his wife giggle and push him away at the ticklish sensation.
She turns back to face the wall, her back still pressed into his chest. He never released his warm embrace around her thin frame. His palms smooth down her trained waist and wide hips. Her ass was plumper, and he pressed himself into it. Pregnancy was a beautiful, precious thing to Jungkook for many, many reasons. But he especially realized how much the experience had made him appreciate his wife more in just about every aspect. He became attracted to her in a whole new way - the fullness of her breasts and hips, the radiating glow of her chocolate skin. He just loved the sight of her round bump when she was pregnant with Jeongsan. Not to mention how much it enhanced her overall good character, she had this mature, graceful aura about her that was very difficult to articulate in comparison to her normal self.
He sighs fondly, massaging the curve of her hip slowly. Joy heard him hum deeply, right behind her ear. She felt it reverberate through his chest. "She ought to have nice, rich brown skin. Just like yours...." He mumbled, eyes shut as he pictured an infant's face. The brightness of her eyes when she gives a toothless smile. The resemblance of her mother's face reflecting into hers. It made Jungkook's chest warm, like his heart had melted and turned to mush.
He nods, "Yeah," murmuring dreamily into his wife's neck. "I hope she looks just like you. My little gumdrop... Just as beautiful as her Mama."
Joy blinks at the sound of his words. She hadn't thought he'd be so fond of producing any kids with skin just as dark and velvety as hers. Of course he'd never suggested that he would ever be opposed to such a thing, he fathered their first child with so much enthusiasm, knowing wholeheartedly what he was getting into the moment he proposed to marry her. However, considering the egregious beauty standards deeply rooted in the culture and history of his native country - in which they still reside - she couldn't help her slight shock. Though she wasn't surprised, Jungkook - as well as his members - had become famous not only for their work and influence but their perspectives and familial appearance.
"She ought to look like you, too." Joy muttered, she loved that their son inherited so much of Jungkook's physical traits. His large, doe eyes, especially.
He shakes his head fondly, "Nah, she should have dark, rich curls like yours. A cute little button nose, lush plump lips... I would stare at her all day, jagiya. She'll be so beautiful, no matter how she looks."
Joy hums, "I was hoping that if we were to ever have a daughter that she'd look like another carbon copy of you. Your mother even said she always wondered how you'd look if you were a girl when she had you."
"Did she?" Jungkook sleepily chuckled. Joy bobs her head, unable to help but giggle at Eomma's enthusiasm. Before Sannie's gender reveal she had briefly hoped that he would be a girl, since she always wanted a daughter.
He shakes his head, Joy felt his crotch pressing more into her backside. His hand smooths over her flat tummy, which still harbored a few faint stretch marks that she was trying to get rid of. "I want her to look like you. With all your pretty features."
"I'll try my best." She murmured sarcastically, his chest bounced as he chuckled.
🌺: I've kind of been thinking about Jungkook with a daughter, though I originally only planned for him to have Jeonsan...
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Unit 022 (Cyberpunk!JungkookxRobot!Y/N)
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Warnings- None
One shot but possible series!
(”My name is already printed on her body. I don’t share.”)
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12.7.2022.
The first to betray me was a god. My creator. My mother. The nights I spent in the scrap yard left a gaping hole in the center of my hardware. I wish I was never coded to feel such strong emotions. I could never name this aching sensation, but it’s so overwhelming. My hands ached from the lack of oil and I was quickly running low on battery. I had been eating nuts and bolts for some time now, my artificial teeth vibrated with each bite. Seemingly, the realization I am a product of a defect is one that is hard to deal with. I was never meant to exist. My breath, down to the metal of my lungs, was a blip in the timeline.
Units, like me, aren’t as rare as they used to be. When we were first introduced to the game we were considered ‘limited treasures’. We were considerably expensive to the common people, only higher players on the leaderboard could have even imagined owning a unit. Were designed to serve without reason or thought, our heart stones act as an extra life for the player. Units are designed for the purpose of service and companion ship. Nothing but mutts in a greater perspective. After the 3rd arch unit’s were now available by search, being able to come across them by chance made it that more exciting. They can be found in caves, dungeons, castles, and forests. Typically not found in scrap metal.
I wasn't made correctly, I was a mistake. I don't have a heart stone. I would never be able to provide the protection needed for my master. I am always in competition with myself, never with competitors because in reality I don't have any. I have to push myself ten times more than average to compensate for my lack. If my life wasn't dependent on him, it would be so satisfying to see just how bad things could get.
Master Jungkook found me 26 moons after I was thrown to the cats. He was completing a quest for his local black smith, he was tasked to find just enough metal to create his very own scythe. He landed upon me instead. He was 9, or so he tells me. I was unable to scan him for the first few months, so I just followed him around like a lost puppy. I always wanted to make sure I was around, just in case his stats ever tarnished. “Do you need anything, Master?” I whispered. “Uh, Nope! Not yet!” the boy gleamed. My readers were broken when I was scavenged and the technician said he was surprised my back up generator lasted for that long. By the time they had busted open my panels my lead was melted and fused into one.
Once I was repaired I wasn’t in the market for long, master Jungkook took no time to take ownership of my unit. Master Jungkook is an eager player in the VRMMO world. From the moment I met him he glistened with boyish charm. I felt that my camera modified iris could not comprehend the colors that glew from his skin. How his hair would fall perfectly with each landing, and his clothes always tailored to perfection. He was beauty personified, kindness made unreal, and love turned nonfiction.
“Can you be any slower 22?!” Master chuckled from the practice field. “I had to grab safety equipment! What if you get hurt while we're gone?” I rebutted. He had just looked towards the sun and smiled, gripping onto his scythe with ambition. His attention was abruptly taken by the map changing shape for the second time this hour. They interchange every 30 minutes, to keep the players engaged and simulated.
“Woah, you see that cliff? I wonder what the views are like!” he shouted through his bunny teeth. Jungkook is much older now, nowadays it really showed in his face. His stats tell me he’s freshly 19. Before I could snap myself out of my thoughts and protest whatever menacing plan the boy was up to he had already dashed out of my peripheral view. I adjusted my camera to the new lighting and chased after him. His scent following behind him as he ran, no one could be as comforting as he is. His feet carried him up the side of the building, standing completely vertical. “Master! Please be careful!” I screamed, reaching my hands out.
“Why don't you hurry up here? It will be better with you here!” He smirked. I scrambled my way up the same path he took. By the time I had reached his presence all I could do was grab onto his waist. I wasn’t fearful of myself, but rather fearful of something happening to him. “Aw, you scared Bunny?” he whispered. “Huh?” I squeaked. “I thought maybe having a name would be much more endearing than calling you ‘Unit 022’ all the time. What do-ya think?” “I like it. I really do.”
12.8.2022.
Tonight Master decided to take on a quest in a new unlocked map. I don't have a good feeling, though I never do. He can never seem to stay out of trouble. I decided to bathe myself in fluid before battle, it helps keep my hardware capable of expansion on field. The capsule is clear with a blue hue light shining upwards from below. My body stays floating as I close my eyes and roll my head back. All noise from the outside world is muffed through my encasing. I hear the closing of a door behind me on my right side. My ear automatically intensifies to adjust to my surroundings.
“Resting?” The voice spoke. I could have picked it out and recognized it from a million, it was Jungkook. “You know I like being prepared.” I smiled while keeping my eyes closed. I could sense him taking steps closer to the capsule, it wasn't very hard to tell. The quest tonight is a battle against another team, we estimate 2 players excluding a fellow unit. This should be easier considering they're a lower level than we are. “Are you nervous for tonight?” I questioned. “What? No, never” Jungkook chuckled with his chest. I used this moment of happiness to check his stats. His health was in mint condition, although I sensed his stress levels increased. He was lying to me.
“Why did you take this quest anyways?” I finally opened my eyes. Jungkook was standing directly in front of my drifting body, he was shirtless and making hard eye contact with me. His tattoos were littered across his skin. I loved them, they gave him personality. “Because I want to get us somewhere nicer. Don't get me wrong, his district will always have a place in my heart but I can't stand living in fear that something bad will happen to you while I'm logged out.” he sighed. “You know I can handle myself.” I pushed my body down towards him, placing my hands on the glass. The fluid in the chamber made my hair beautifully flow above my head, I looked like a painting. Jungkook placed his hands on mine. “I know, I never want to take the chance of losing you.” I could feel a vibration spread from the core of my body, why would he say such an intimate thing? “I still remember what it was like to struggle. I don’t want us to ever feel like ever again.”
“I wouldn't worry too much, master. Tonight will be just fine, we always make it out alive.” I tried comforting him, with the best that my robotic heart could ever. He bit his lip in worry, “I know we will.”
He dropped his hands from the glass and shook his head. His eyes never left mine, but the worry stayed. He turned on his heels and left the repair room. I sighed and tried my best to relieve my distress. I couldn't get my mind off the little boy who once was my savior.
Preparing to defend Jungkook was a tedious task. I never really knew what may happen to him while in battle, so I prepared for everything. I carried a metal pack that would latch onto these hooks designed onto the back of my suit. I carried things like health potions and extra bullets for my hand guns because it felt foolish to not be over prepared. Legend has it I started throwing in food packs as well, Jungkook's stomach is a never ending black hole. Once on a journey to the far lands Jungkook complained the whole time because there hadn't been a market for miles. I kind of liked whiny Jungkook.
I made sure to lace my suit on extra tight, I had always done this to aid my anxiety. It was all black with blue strips that lined my sides. It used to be completely black until a few months ago when Jungkook dyed his hair blue, now we match. I slide my hand guns into their holster on my waist, they are also matte black. The only thing making me visible with all the dark colors was the ownership tag on my suit. It stated “OWNERSHIP OF PLAYER: JEON JUNGKOOK”, just right above my tramp stamp, it was embroidered with a beautiful silver. Just Jungkook's taste.
“Ready?” Jungkook called from the common room. I sighed, I really wish we could just stay in tonight. I grabbed the last of my supplies and followed after his voice. He stood in his skin tight upper suit and baggy combat pants. This was his everyday uniform. “Are we teleporting?” I questioned. Sometimes using teleportation devices messed with my inner GPS, I hated using them. “You know it,” Jungkook smirked. He took a hold of my hand and lifted me up onto the platform. His hand landed securely on my waist, holding my balance as the frequency makes me dizzy.
By the time we had arrived at the agreed battle zone the sun had already set and everything was pitch black. Jungkook stood tall and strong in front of me, I used my reader and scanned the area. I found 3 heat signatures on the opposite end of the field. “3 Directly in front of us.” I whispered just loud enough for him to pick up. “They have a unit.”. He nodded his head in confirmation.
A booming voice spoke over the speakers. “Players. You have 30 minutes to capture each other's flags. Once captured, all weapons must be dropped. Failing to do so will lead to a permanent ban. Prizes for the winners will be collected once health has been restored. If both teams fail to capture the opponent flag 100,000 dollars will be collected in fines.” A gasp left my mouth as I heard the stakes. Jungkook, what the fuck.
I could sense the other players beginning to station themselves for battle. I took this as a perfect opportunity to activate the shields I have installed in both Jungkook and I’s suits. I lowered my glasses completely to give me insight on the other team and keep tabs on Jungkook’s stats. His oxygen rate was increasing along with his stress levels, he’s most likely to take risky chances when like this. I need to keep an eye on him.
The announcer spoke once more, “Teams, make your way to the center of the field.”
Jungkook took the first step, I followed right behind him. Two men and a female presenting unit make themselves known on the other side. The taller man had bright orange hair whereas the shorter one had bright red. I made a signal on Jungkook’s map to watch his blind spot on his right, the lights in that area dimmed and seemed to be laced with traps.
“Beautiful unit you have there,” said the strange man with orange hair. He smiled at Jungkook, never looking in my direction. “We didn’t expect to see anyone else with one in this area, I guess you're lucky.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess you can call it luck.” Jungkook sneered. His grip on his scythe stiffened. “Where's my manners! I’m Kai. This is Jasper and my Unit’s name is Jade. Isn’t this a little dangerous? Just the two of you?” Kai questioned.
“Trust me, I think we got this. We’ve been through much worse.” Jungkook took a step forward, shielding me from Kai's view. “Well if you say so, you are….?” Kai’s voice veered off as he spoke.
“Jungkook.”
“And her's?”
“Does it matter?” Jungkook cut him off just as soon as he opened his mouth. I suppose Kai sensed the aggression because he threw his hands up in defense. “I was just wondering, why don't we raise the stakes?” Kai smirked.
“How so?” Jungkook’s head tilted with confusion. I reached my hand out and placed it on his upper forearm. I thought maybe this would let him know not to play into whatever trap Kai was opposing. I was wrong. “If I win I want your unit.” Kai’s once smirk disappeared into nothing but a cold stare. I took a bold step forward and narrowed my eyes. “You’re too late, she’s already claimed. My name is already printed on her body. I don't share.”
“Then let the game begin.”
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still with you + Jungkook
Jungkook X Reader
Word Count :- 440 words
Trigger Warnings:- Extreme Angst y'all :( kinda dark ngl. why am I like this?☹ ,
As the rain knocks against the car window that Jungkook sits in, his eyes tragically imitate the terrifying blank sky, pupils blown wide as his eyes violently tear up once more, unable to swallow away the guilt that seems to settle down at the base of his throat, silently choking him from the inside, all at the thought of you..
He sits still while the sobs that wrack through his body drown out the pitter-patter of the rain, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of how it isn't correct for him to get used to the mental numbness as the low-pitched hum of the air conditioner explains the warmth that fills the car, and yet, he can't feel anything but the cold. It seems to bite at his skin when he thinks of your faint voice from when you had first called out his name in such a pleasant way that it made him want to hear more of it, made him want to laugh and cry with you, unlike now where he seems to be all alone like the moon that shines bright, the rain making it look like as if it's crying alone too.
Although it isn't going to change anything, Jungkook can't help but think of how if he had known that a day like this would come when he wouldn't be able to hold you in his arms anymore, every moment of every day, he would have remembered more of them.
How long is it going to be before he can hold you in his arms again, before he can look into your eyes and utter the words 'I missed you' again as you both dance around in the rain, smiling at how beautiful the entire moment is even after the mist clears up, the only traces of the previously pleasant rain being the petrichor as the ground below you feels soggy in an agreeable manner, the cold & crisp air making you hug each other tighter as you stroll through the beautiful park that seems to carry traces of you in every corner, much like it does with the rain?
How long before he can create such rapturous memories with you again, before those simple feelings are everything you need again, before he even sees you again?
Jungkook doesn't know.. all he knows now is that even during times when it may seem like you're stuck in a dark room, he will still walk towards you, step by step, and stay by your side. You will always have a part of him, and him, a part of you.
I'm still with you..
Author G <3
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Intertwined Series Masterlist
Hi guys, since Intertwined already had some chapters out so I’m going to have a separate series masterlist for easier navigation.
INTERTWINED (JJK x Fem. Reader, MATURE CONTENT) minor dni!
Fluff, Smut, Angst. Slice of Life, Age Gap (reader is older than JK)
Summary: Jungkook is a superstar, y/n is a divorcee, two unlikeable worlds colliding with the love of music and deep talk, but life is not always a fairytale right? Does love worth the risk of a career 10 years in the making? Does love worth straining your relationship with family?
Warnings: cursing, conversation about divorce, gaslighting? (not from jk), stalkish behavior, trash talking someone, kissing, groping, make out, grinding, penetrative sex, safe sex, missionary sex, doggy style, wot, basically basic style of sex lol, oral (f & m receiving)
Chapter 1 - Radio
Chapter 2 - Connected
Chapter 3 - Best Part
Chapter 4 - Intimate
Chapter 5 - Complications
Chapter 6 - Fragile
Chapter 7 - Touch Me
#jeonjungkook#jungkookfluff#jungkooksmut#jungkookseries#jungkookfic#jungkookfanfic#jungkook idol au#jungkook x reader#intertwinedmasterlist#intertwined by bangtannoonalvg
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No Harm List | Pt. 12
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: mafia au, fluff, violence
Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is one of the most powerful crime lord’s heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: violence, alcohol, mention of drugs, borderline smut
Wordcount: 10.3k+
Beta reader: @punkisnotdead2318
A/N: So I thought I posted this last week but it didnt work! so lets try this again! Please like, comment, and reblog!
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J-Hope was on the seventh floor of the Lumi hotel along the main street of Alcor’s garden district. He watched through the sight on his gun as bright-colored convertibles inched by for the parade. The streets were packed, lined with masses of people cheering and begging for shiny, free plastic to be tossed their way.
“Three minutes until showtime.” Suga’s voice buzzed in the earpiece.
“Got it,” J-Hope said as he adjusted the long-range gun on his shoulder, waiting for the red convertible, containing his target, to inch a little closer. He was a large pot-bellied man with a winning smile and immaculately styled hair. Yet, despite his handsome, aging face, even from a distance, J-Hope could see how his blue eyes gleamed with greed.
J-Hope had thoroughly built his notorious reputation as one of the best sharpshooters in Alcor, possibly the entire nation of Kros, over the years and was often hired out to do work outside of BTS for other organizations and politicians.
He’s selective about what missions he accepts. He learned his lesson after he lost his sister, and since then, he built his trade with care. Taking the time to understand his clients and their motives. J-Hope learned the hard way what it cost to be a mindless soldier behind a gun and what happens when the family members of his more dangerous victims seek revenge. He has sworn never again to make the mistake of pulling the trigger under unquestioned orders. He would not let one of his loved ones face the consequences of his actions. Even the transactions of his payments are more secure than they were before to ensure theirs no trail for anyone to follow back to his trigger. He requires the payment to be made in advance through the Bulletproof casino. The hefty sum is loitered through the business to prevent any evidence from being traced back to him or his family.
After some intensive research, J-Hope couldn’t deny that he was excited about the mission RM gave him. It was ideal. He was making a scene but causing no loss of life.
Tate Hyde was a local asshole politician, worried about his re-election since an opposing smear campaign against him had gained traction in Alcor. After dubbing him “tater tot,” his approval rates and ego have both deflated, so he hired out J-Hope to make a ‘public attempt on his life’ during a parade celebrating the opening of the new school.
‘Tater tot’ thinks being attacked during one of his few selfless acts will stir up some good press.
Luckily, J-Hope’s pay wasn’t dependent upon the outcome of the public's reaction or re-election.
“One minute,” Suga’s voice crackled in his ear.
J-hope asked “Did you take down the cameras?”
While a scene like this is staged, it’s for nothing if it doesn’t seem real. And lucky for BTS, stirring up some trouble in the Garden District would take some heat off of BTS, or at least spread the cops thin, turning their focus on protecting local politicians and, as a result, getting less of them to look into the shooting at the Bulletproof.
The Black Tips also managed a few of the construction projects in the area. Any increased investigation on active gangs in the area might be bad for their business, and right now, BTS was taking any swing they could at the Black Tips.
Namjoon was willing to play the game and tear them down brick by brick.
“Rolling on loop now,” Suga confirmed.
J-hope still has to get himself out of the area without being caught, so Suga came for backup. He’ll be taking down any surveillance that could pick up his identity and help him navigate his way out of the building.
J-Hope aimed and let out a warning shot first, making sure to lodge it in the trunk of the convertible so it wouldn’t hit any witnesses. Piss poor aim was another way to protect his identity J-Hope thought smugly to himself.
The politician dove for his wife, covering her body with his own.
“Fuck” J-Hope cursed under his breath, his chance of a clean shot diminishing as he now had to account for his bullet going through the man and hitting something vital on his wife. The car stopped moving, and the crowd was already in a frenzy with guards running up to assess the situation.
“Take the shot, Hope they’re already heading for your building.” Suga’s voice ordered in his ear.
Aiming for the man’s shoulder, J-Hope fired before turning from the window quickly before a cop could identify the source. If the wife gets hit, it’s the bastard’s fault for moving closer to her.
“Stay calm,” Suga reminded as J-Hope broke down the gun quickly, making a mental note to clean it later as he tucked it in the compact case before sliding on the backpack.
He stepped out of his hotel room and into the hall, looking just as concerned as the other pedestrians in the area before carefully making his way to the main exit. Sticking to a crowd was the safest way to stay inconspicuous.
Then his phone rang.
“Hello?” He answered brightly, expecting it to be Suga online, providing him with a bit of extra coverage.
“Hi, Mr.Jung, we just wanted to let you know that Y/N has about 30min left in her procedure if you want to make your way over,” a cheery voice greeted.
“I’m sorry, what?” He asked, confused
“Y/N’s wisdom teeth removal. Everything’s fine; we would just like for the guardian that escorts her home to be here when she wakes up for a quick debriefing on further care.” The nurse responded in a sing-song voice, “It says here you consented to be responsible for her? We have her signature.”
Fuck.
“Hope?” Suga questioned softly from the Bluetooth piece in his other ear. “The cops are in the building. Take the stairs.” He ordered
J Hope turned away from the elevators and headed for the stairs as he continued to speak with the nurse on the line, “Yeah, I actually can’t be there. Is there any way you can send her home, and I can come by later for the instructions?” He asked hesitantly
“Sir, she is under anesthesia. She shouldn’t drive for the next 24 hours. I doubt she’ll be able to walk out of the building.” The woman’s voice turned harsh.
“Hope” Suga’s voice was a warning in his ear as he tracked the receiver’s line.
Hoseok looked over his shoulder to see the cops coming off the second set of elevators, and he picked up his pace as he made his way to the stairs.
“Please remain calm; we need everyone to return to their rooms.” An officer announced.
Hoseok made a break for the stairwell.
“Hey!” A voice shouted at him.
“I’llsendsomeonetogogetherbye!” J-Hope hung up his phone as he started to race down the stairwell. “Suga, we have a problem,” he panted as he heard the door fly open behind him and a set of footsteps storming after him.
“You have a few problems...” His partner growled in his ear.
“Can you link Jimin in the call?”
“You really want to find Y/N a babysitter right now?” He asked incredulously.
“I don’t want her to wake up alone!” He defended as he jumped the railing and landed on the third flight of stairs, ripping the door open and running down the hall, pulling the first fire alarm he saw.
“A fire alarm, really?” Suga sighed as he dialed Jimin.
J-Hope listened to the dial tone while surveying the hall as people began flooding out of their rooms. Then, turning into the first room left open and unattended, he slammed the door shut behind him and went straight for the window, praying for a fire escape.
There was not a fire escape.
“Hello,” Jimin’s voice greeted him in his ear.
“Do you think I can make a three-story drop without breaking my legs?” J-Hope asked in lue of greeting.
Jimin didn’t miss a beat, “Depends. Does the building have high ceilings? Is it a tall three stories or, like, a shitty motel three stories?”
“Uh, definitely tall,” J-Hope said as he leaned out the window before spotting the fire escape further down the building. Eyeing the decorative ledge on the side of the hotel, he stepped up on the windowsill, testing the integrity. “Got it. Can you pick up Y/N from the dentist?” He asked distractedly.
The younger man stated his confusion with a hum.
“I kinda forgot about her wisdom teeth surgery, and I’m kinda caught up.” J-Hope grabbed at the divot in the building’s bricks as he leaned on his leg out the window, his heart stuttering in his chest.
“I’m sorry, dude, I’m in the lab right now, and I can’t leave for at least three hours,” There was a faint sizzling noise in the background, and Jimin cursed as he scrambled to his work table, “make that four hours.” He added.
“Damn, alright. Suga called Jin.”
“Jin has a meeting this afternoon. He can’t. And V went into deep cover.” Suga replied, ending the call with Jimin.
“Call JK,” he asked, his voice now wavering as he scaled his way across the building, nails cracking with how they harshly gripped the grout and stone.
How did JK and V make this look so easy when they do shit like this?
Suga muttered his disapproval and something along the lines of ‘Might as well let Y/N’ choke on her blood,’ but did as his partner requested. J-Hope was near the fire escape trying to center himself as he reached his right foot out for its edge.
Jungkook picked up on the third ring.
“Yo, I need a favor-” J-Hope's sentences cut off with a yelp of fright as the ledge beneath his left foot crumbled.
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Jungkook fidgeted as he followed the nurse into the post operations room. He had just woken up after pulling an all-nighter with a task force to sabotage two of the Black Tips construction sites when he got the call from Hoseok tasking him with picking you up and watching over you for the rest of the evening. Since the kiss over a week ago, he has barely seen you, working day and night with RM to recover from the shooting and the warehouse raid. He was so caught up in the gang's affairs that he forgot that you were even getting your wisdom teeth removed.
You and Jungkook have only seen each other in passing at the bakery once in over a week, where the two of you had an uncomfortably short and awkward conversation and made the mutual agreement not to let the others find out about the kiss. Mainly for Jungkook’s safety because he was pretty sure Hoseok would use him for target practice if he found out. Jimin was sworn to secrecy and Taehyung...
Well, that was another conversation Jungkook was due to have but dreaded approaching.
He still felt queasy at the thought of having to talk out his feelings with his brother. But V had insisted he was fine and was quick to volunteer himself to go under deep cover to keep a better eye on the Black Tips from the 6th ward. As a result, no one in the inner circle has seen him in four days. Only Jin, who got daily reports from his cousin, had a clue where he was each day.
And while Jungkook would always worry for his brother's safety, he was relieved to have V out of the picture, especially while he was still trying to figure his own feelings out.
If he was honest with himself, Jungkook let his work keep him away this week. He didn’t even know what to say to you or how he was supposed to feel after the kiss.
Saints, that kiss was amazing.
He knew one thing: he liked you, a lot and he loved spending time with you, but he had no clue how the kiss impacted your relationship. He didn’t know if he could have a relationship beyond what the two of you already had. Or if he was capable of giving you the affection and support you deserved.
Jungkook has had partners and flings in the past, but none of them went very deep. They were mostly other members of BTS whom he trained and had a short fling with until they got settled in their assignment and realized they wanted someone more emotionally available to call a partner. Once the thrill of dating a gang member wore off, he had a hard time keeping the attention of any female in his life.
And that was on a good day. Now, Jungkook was navigating the beginnings of a gang war, and you were trying to finish medical school. How could either of you even try for a relationship? Especially when your dreams and ambitions conflicted so much. Jungkook shot people and sold drugs. Your job was to help people recover from the damage he inflicted. Any thoughts of being with you triggered a moral dilemma he often worked himself to mind-numbing exhaustion to avoid thinking about.
You were still fighting the effects of the anesthesia when the nurse-led Jungkook into the room. Slouching in a wheelchair with your head drooping a little too far to the right, your cheeks were so puffed up from the swelling and cotton that it was past the point of adorable and more comical.
You were also drooling.
“Y/N, your friend is here to take you home.” The nurse cooed at you as if she were talking to a child. You sat upright immediately, grimacing as you attempted a smile but your eyes squinting to show your excitement all the same.
Jungkook stood awkwardly in the doorway with a small bag of your items from the nurse in one hand and a can of soup in the other, not knowing what to do with himself. Jungkook was clueless about what to expect when Hoseok called him. He just knew he ate soft foods after he got his cavity filled once and figured you might want soup if you were hungry.
You let out a muffled “Hoobiii” as you tried to stand.
“Shh, not yet.” The nurse said, pushing you gently to sit down. You were still squinting, and that's when JK remembered that your glasses were in the small bag of your things along with your cell phone, wallet, and earrings.
“She had some trouble waking from the anesthesia, but she seems fully responsive now. It’s normally about an hour or so before the effects wear off, but you’re welcome to take her home after your briefing.” The nurse explained with a sweet smile as she wiped the drool from your chin carefully. Jungkook just nodded blankly, still concerned by the swelling in your cheeks.
He’s never seen anyone after wisdom teeth removal. He remembers a few stories from RM caring for Suga, mainly because RM was a terrible caretaker, and Suga got dry socket.
“I can’t feel my face,” you informed him as he got closer.
The nurse was quick to give him a run down. Pain pills and antibiotics twice a day, no talking for at least today, soft food, no staws (you were quick to tell the nurse that straws kill turtles), try to be elevated when you sleep, the list goes on and on. Jungkooks thumbs couldn’t type the notes down on his phone fast enough. She handed him a pamphlet and assured him Google had plenty of answers, and if not, he could call at any time. And then they were getting ready to wheel you into the hall.
Jungkook quickly fumbled for your glasses, slipping the frames on your face. You blinked at the adjustment before looking up at him and promptly turning distraught.
To his utter terror, you started crying.
“Y-you’re not Hobi. Where's Hobi?” You demanded, finally able to see his face clearly.
“Y/N, it’s okay. Hobi asked me to pick you up! It’s fine. We’re going to have so much fun!” Jungkook leaned to your level, trying to console you. The nurse sighed at the inconvenience.
“I never have fun with you,” you accused with a pout trying to roll your wheelchair away from him. The drool spilling from your mouth was now tinted a slight pink as you started to irritate the stitches.
Jungkook looked up pleadingly at the nurse who shrugged, “be more fun” she suggested with a smirk as if she was enjoying your meltdown. Jungkook sighed and tried to barter.
“C’mon princess, don’t you wanna go home? We can eat soup.”
“Ion wan your soop!” You nearly wailed.
“We can get popsicles”
You froze instantly, and Jungkook wanted to laugh, even in your post-drugged state, your sweet tooth was the leading factor in your decision making. Unbelievable.
“You should actually minimize the sugar,” the nurse said blandly.
You were crying again.
Jungkook glared at the nurse accusingly. “You can have sugar princess. Come on let’s go home.” He cooed at you, brushing your hair away from your face.
The nurse steered the chair to the front and waited with you while Jungkook pulled the car around. He supported most of your weight as he transferred you from one seat to the other and buckled you, which triggered a fierce burning from the injury in his arm. You were still shivering from the anesthesia wearing off, so he leaned to his backseat, cluttered with textbooks and takeout wrappers, and grabbed his spare hoodie he always kept for you and laid it across your lap. By the time he buckled himself into the driver’s seat you were nuzzling into the jacket, and he found it adorable even if the gray fabric was noticeably absorbing your spit.
Jungkook put on some music as he began planning his next steps. First, he needed to go to the pharmacy to pick up your meds. Then, he should probably secure some soft food for you to eat. He had a feeling you would need more than a can of soup for the next three days.
He also promised you a popsicle, and after referring to the pamphlet and seeing sugar wasn’t banned, the nurse was just a terrible person; he intended to get you that fucking popsicle.
Then, he supposed he would take you home? Which was on the second floor of a building without an elevator. And you couldn’t even hold yourself up to get from the wheelchair to the car. Jungkook knew he could probably carry you up the stairs, but that could require you to sit still, which you were not doing one bit in his car.
He was also terrified that his left arm wouldn't be able to support you fully, he was still healing from the bullet that grazed him last week. Not to mention the other fears of being alone with you and not knowing a damn thing about how to care for a sick person. He was so clueless, he was categorizing you as sick because he didn’t know what the hell to call a post-dental surgery person. Jungkook supposed he could go to the Den, they did have spare bedrooms there, and Namjoon and Jin would be there tonight to help make sure you didn’t die.
During his mental debate, you started singing along to the music, the cotton protruding slightly past your lips, it was endearing for all of half a chorus until he saw the pink tinge to your mouth again and remembered you were not supposed to be talking right now.
He quickly changed the song and challenged you to a humming game, hoping that somehow any use of your vocal cords didn’t damage your battered mouth.
Everything was fine again when he pulled up to the pharmacy. You were humming and lightly running your fingertips over your lips as they slowly gained the sensation back, a mesmerized look in your eyes. So he deemed it safe to leave you in the car while he ran in to grab your meds, hopefully, some soft food, and some extra gauze for your mouth.
What he wasn’t anticipating was for you to pull your hand away from your mouth after poking at it a little too hard, biting down on the cotton as you winced and squeezing some of the absorbed blood out of it.
You were horrified when you saw the blood on your fingertips, flicking your tongue along your lip to confirm that you were in fact bleeding.
And then you were crying, a horrible inconsolable cry as you registered the dull ache in your mouth, and the fact that you were bleeding and going to die soon. You felt like you were choking on your own tongue as you pulled bits of bright red cotton from between your lips without a clue of how it got there.
Jungkook was horrified when he returned to the car taking in the blubbering mess you were in. Then, running to your side of the car, he knelt down to your level, desperate to console you.
“Hey, hey, hey, you’re fine, it’s okay,” he tried to sooth you. You blinked down to him as your lashes wet and clumped with tears.
“Koo- Kookie, I’m bleeding blood.” You offered as an explanation while trying to pull more cotton from your mouth; you were a mess of blood, spit, and tears.
After some time, he convinced you to calm down and worked some of the cotton back into your mouth, praying that it wouldn’t lead to some kind of infection from touching it. And telling himself, he’ll change it out as soon as he gets to the Den.
He sent Jimin a text to bring you a popsicle after his work and another message to Jin and Namjoon to give them a heads up before making his way home.
You must have tired yourself out from the crying because you fell asleep in the short commute from the pharmacy and didn’t seem to be budging when Jungkook pulled into the garage. Sticking your personal things into the grocery bag from the pharmacy, he unbuckled you and squatted down to work his arms under your knees, and pulled you out of the car. Careful not to bump your head against the low roof.
You were dead weight in his arms, and instantly the wound on his bicep burned at the strain but he clenched his teeth, focusing on breathing and not hitting your head on anything as he made his way to the door. Jungkook managed to use your legs to help him open the door, and then he was laying you down on the couch in the living room, where you remained snoozing and unphased.
Jungkook felt the stinging in his arm and knew he would have to change both of your dressings soon, but first, he wanted to read through the directions on the pamphlet one more time to make sure he didn’t miss any steps.
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“How is she?” Jin asked softly as he made his way into the living room.
The elder was still dressed in slacks and a button-up, his tie loosened around his neck, and Jungkook knew he came to check in between meetings.
“Okay, I think, we just got in, but I need to change her dressing,” Jungkook answered as he washed his hands.
Jin eyed the pill cutter on the counter and the pill sorter next to it. Jungkook must have been getting all your medication together in advance, so he didn’t miss anything.
“You’ll do fine. Once the wounds clot give her some teabags to pack in her cheeks, it helps with the swelling,” Jin encouraged, noticing the Youtube video tutorial playing softly on his phone, explaining the process of how to change the gauze.
Jungkook nodded moving, to the couch to wake you.
“Can you stay for a minute? I made her cry earlier.” Jungkook asked hesitantly.
Jin nodded, following the younger’s lead as he made his way in the living room and tapped you softly to wake you.
“Ella, you gotta wake up,” Jungkook sang in a sing-song voice.
You cracked your eyes open, disoriented, and Jin had to stifle a laugh at the sight of your chipmunk cheeks as you sat up.
“Can you take some medicine for me?” Jungkook asked, moving to cup the pills in your hand.
“If it’s for you, you should take it, Kook.” You mumbled back.
“You know what I mean, silly,” he insisted as he guided the medication to your mouth. You eyed him suspiciously like you didn’t know what he meant, but you didn’t resist as he pressed the bottle of water against your lips.
“Hey, that's my boss!” You informed as you noticed Jin.
“Y/N, good morning. I heard you got your wisdom removed. How does it feel to be less wise?” Jin teased. You blinked owlishly up at him as you connected his words. Less wise? Shit, you really did get your wisdom removed.
Your eyes watered as the emotion bubbled up your throat, and you let out a quiet sniffle. Jungkook swore under his breath as he raced for you.
“I told you to be careful, she's really sensitive.” You were full-on crying now, hiccuping your ragged breaths. “Ella what’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing your arm soothingly.
“I-I wanna be a doctor, but who wants a wise-less doctor. I have no wisdom to help them!” You sobbed in despair.
Jungkook glared at Jin, who could only smile sheepishly at your outburst. It seems the anesthesia was still taking its toll. The nurse had warned the side effects would make you emotional.
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Watching over you was easier than Jungkook thought; once he got all your prescriptions sorted into one of those plastic pill sorters he picked up from the pharmacy, you mainly just slept.
You rode a pain pill haze most of the afternoon, drifting in and out of consciousness.
The room you were in was dim but not too dark or silent. You were tucked under a pile of blankets and a pillow that smelled like the best detergent.
You remember being woken up by Jungkook a few times, all soft bunny smiles and whispers as he tried to keep you calm and help you sit up so you could take your medicine, then trying to change the dressing in your mouth as gently as possible. He flinched as the tender movements still made your eyes water, but you nodded at him encouragingly as you gripped the edge of your shirt to ground yourself. Finally, he offered you food, but you drifted off before you could ever get around to eating it.
At one point, you woke up to a sweet, burning smell and looked over to see a kitchen next to you and Jungkook cursing as he moved a pot from the stove to the sink. You tried to smile at the moment, but it made your mouth ache, so you tucked yourself into your pillow and tried to sleep the pain away.
It was hours later when you woke fully to the squeaking sound of someone washing windows. You were prepared to ask Kook to clean more quietly, but when you sat up from the couch, you were met with the sight of Jin and Namjoon sitting at the breakfast bar.
It took a moment for you to get your bearings, and you realized you were on the first floor of the Den, not your home. By the look of the books on the table, you figured Jungkook brought you in here to watch you while he did homework.
You felt like a mess with dried tears making your swollen cheeks feel stiff. You don’t even know if you can do your skincare in this state. The thought of breaking out and having a fat AND pimply face made emotions bubble up and bring tears to your eyes. You tried to blink them away. Was it normal to be so emotional after a surgery?
Jungkook’s face lit up as he noticed you rise. “Oh, good, you’re awake,” he said with a smile. “I need to change your dressing soon,” he clarified, getting up to go wash his hands.
He was gentle as he removed the blood-soaked cotton out of your mouth before moving to work the clean gauze in.
His brows furrowed in concentration, and for a moment, you were mesmerized by him. The way his dark hair framed his features, you didn’t realize how long it had gotten over the months. You wondered if you could tie it back with a hair tie if you tried.
He had a small scar under his eye. You once asked him how he got it, expecting some cool story of his rising years in BTS, and remembered how he grinned as he explained Taehyung literally threw a video game controller at his face in a more intense session of Mario Kart.
Your eyes traveled down his face, taking note of the small mole just under his full bottom lip. His lips were..
“Ow!” Jungkook yelped, jerking his hand away as you bit down. Namjoon and Jin turned to the commotion as Jungkook demanded, “Why did you bite me?”
“Because you’re an idiot,” you sneered—your displeasure written on your face despite the swelling in your cheeks.
Jungkook looked at you shocked, “What’d I do?” he demanded, offended.
“You kissed me, then ran off and played mobster for a week.”
Jungkook blanched at your accusation, “Y/N,” he warned, looking pointedly at their two spectators.
But it was too late; the fog in your mind had cleared, and your emotional dam had cracked as the last effects of your pain pill had worn off. Your eyes teared up; all the sadness, confusion, and insecurity of the past week without him converted itself into a rage as you leaned to shove him away from you.
“When you said you wanted to take your time with me, I didn’t think you meant texting me back.”
Jin choked on his drink at the accusation, and Jungkook had the decency to look ashamed for ghosting you. He opened his mouth to apologize when Jimin burst into the doorway.
“I bought popsicles!” He announced in a sing-song voice as he entered the room. “What's wrong? Did Namjoon make you cry?” Jimin asked at the sight of your disheveled state.
Namjoon argued the accusation as you blinked up at Jimin, your eyelashes still clumped with tears.
“I want to go home.” You said in lue of a response.
Jimin’s smile faltered as he looked between you and Jungkook, who still sat on the floor. Then turning to Jin and Namjoon for a better read of the room, Jin gave a subtle nod, and with that confirmation, Jimin didn’t hesitate to stoop and grab your things off the coffee table, dropping them in the grocery bag of popsicles.
“I love a good sleepover. Can you walk, princess?” His words were bright and bubbly, dismissing his distressed brother, who sat silently on the floor.
You nodded with a sniffle, working yourself into a standing position. Jin handed Jimin all of your medications that were already sorted neatly into a pill divider by Jungkook earlier that day.
With a quick smile and a wave of farewell to the others, Jimin led you out to his car with no questions asked.
“I’ll get your medication schedule from Jungkook later; you don’t have to worry about a thing,” Jimin assured as you both buckled in.
You didn’t want to talk about it once you got home and settled on your bed, and Jimin didn’t push; he could infer what had upset you from what he observed at the bakery this past week or the lack of what he saw.
Jimin had noticed the way you walked in, beaming as bright as the sun the day after the kiss. And how it faltered slightly after Jungkook came in for a quick rendezvous in the supply closet. He watched as your smile faded completely and insecurity ate your good spirit up as the week went on, silent on his end.
Jimin wasn't one to medal in his friend's business. That’s a lie. He’s a no-good busy body. But in this case, in particular, Jimin was careful not to push; he was aware of the delicacy of the situation and how much stress Jungkook was under at the moment. But the way he had completely ghosted you this past week made him want to grab his friend by the ear and drag him to your house to apologize. If Jimin had any clue the choices for picking you up from your wisdom teeth removal were between himself and his shit head of a friend, Jimin would have left the lab to burn without a second thought. Research be damned.
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Four short days later, you found yourself returning to a sense of normalcy as you unlocked the entrance to Sugar Daddy. You were granted a soft open, thank heavens, and only had to come in at 6 am, but even after nearly 5 days of nothing, but sleep you found yourself yawning as you battled with the key.
“Jimin,” you called as you entered the dark shop, surprised to see the front cabinets were empty, and the air smelled of baking bread instead of the sweets that were usually in the oven by now.
He must have been running behind schedule.
You hope he didn’t stay up too late after checking in on you yesterday evening. Then, your worry shifted to guilt at the thought that you might have interrupted his evening routine. He had sacrificed so much of his personal time to come and check on you and keep you company between shifts.
“Jimin?” You called, making your way to the kitchen, relieved to see the ovens were at least running. A quick scan of the kitchen showed no sign of your co-worker, but the counters were messy for Jimin’s work, and for a second, you wondered if you misread the schedule.
That's when you noticed the door open in the back.
It was a solid metal door labeled maintenance. You had no clue what was behind it but never bothered to ask because it was never open.
You made your way towards it cautiously, one voice in your head reminding you, you were in a bakery and would be fine, and the other taunting you that you were in a gangster bakery and to always be prepared for surprises.
Your heart pounded its way up to your throat as you approached the cracked door, careful to make your footsteps quiet as possible.
“Ella,”
You gasped in shock as Jimin appeared in your line of vision, cracking the door open a little wider to see you.
“Jimin, you scared the shit out of me,” you breathed one hand on your chest. His mouth quirked into a small smile that seemed to say, ‘my bad.’ “What are you wearing?” You questioned the thick gloves and safety goggles on his head.
Jimin grimaced.
“It’s personal protection equipment,” he started to explain.
“Yes, I know what PPE,” you said with a roll of our eyes. You had worn the equipment plenty of times in your chemistry labs in college, “Why are you dressed like your about to go to the lab?” you questioned.
Jimin grinned sheepishly, “Because you’re in my lab?” he offered as an explanation.
Jimin thought your eyes might bulge out of their sockets as you pushed past him and took in the intensive research lab behind the metal door.
It makes sense given the dimensions of the building. You guess the kitchen didn’t quite fit it, but you were still shocked and showed a little bit of fear of working amid explosives all this time.
Everything was starting to make sense; this is what the gangster bakery was hiding. You thought back to the chemistry books you saw in Jin’s office, and the odd hours Jimin always seemed to be working.
“How do you even know how to do all this?” You asked, a little in awe as you took in the different devices that lined the walls, and the bubbling beakers along the counters.
Jimin smiled ruefully, “I’ve always had a natural talent for it. Some people work well with numbers or orders. For me, it’s chemicals that connect the world and make it the way it is,” he explained bashfully.
“Yeah, but do you Google how to make bombs and just go for it, or did someone teach you?” You asked.
Jimin tilted his head as if contemplating his answer before he turned back the beakers, turning down the flames and scribbling down a few notes.
“It’s a bit of a long story. We should probably talk in the kitchen,” Jimin offered in response as he finished whatever it was he was doing and made his way back to the bakery.
It was quiet as you both set to work unloading the baked goods out of the ovens and putting them on the cooling rack. Jimin grabbed a tray of cookies ready to be iced and handed you a piping bag with a smile.
“Just glaze them. They don't need to be pretty,”
You rolled your eyes before snatching the bag from him and starting to carefully trace the perimeter of the oval-shaped sugar cookies, laying down a base coat for Jimin to later design.
“I was kind of a protege back in the day,” he offered, finally breaking the silence. “Ya know, the small-town country kid who was good at math and science. I got accepted in some big STEM boarding school in East Alcor; I was surrounded by students who wanted to cure cancer or end climate change. Some really inspired me, but most were my rivals. The program was competitive, we were constantly pinned against each other for performance reviews. They would do a big review, lots of tests, and a research presentation at the end of the year. I was 16, and working on a thesis. If you didn’t do well you got cut and sent home. I didn’t want to disappoint my family like that. I couldn’t stand the thought of not being enough, so I became too much.” He said with a shrug.
He stayed quiet, and for a moment the two of you just focused on icing the cookies as you gave him space to gather his thoughts and decide whether or not to tell you more.
You glanced up and met his gaze. Then, saw the invitation to ask, “How did you end up in BTS?”
You waited for his face to fall, for the deep sadness that brought him here to surface as it did for Taehyung or Hoseok any time you asked about their pasts.
But Jimin smiled a crooked little smile that was better classified as a smirk as he started talking. “I wanted to set myself apart from the others, and as I said, chemistry came naturally to me. I knew that I could make something big. Have some kind of breakthrough if I had enough time, so I broke into the labs at night to work on my own research for my second year. The goal was to create a more isolated explosive that you could control or manipulate for small-scale construction projects or even disaster relief.” He explained.
You swallowed nervously, able to predict where this was going.
“It’s kinda handy if you think about it. Especially in Alcor, where construction and development happen so quickly, it would be an easy way to clear roads or old districts with mostly vacant buildings.” he continued, and you admired how his eyes lit up in excitement. It was work he was passionate about, proud to talk about. Somehow calling him an arsonist like most of the inner circle referred to him as seemed like an oversimplification of all he was capable of. He was a chemist and a visionary.
“So, what happened?” You prompted, wanting to keep him on track. As much as you would love to discuss his passions, the bakery did open in less than an hour.
This time Jimin’s face did fall, “I made a miscalculation, and it blew up in my face. Literally. I almost lost my arm from the impact of the explosion,” he paused for a second, worming his arm out of his shirt to show a band of wicked scarring along his left shoulder and down his arm.
You gaped at the brutal injury. By the look of the scarring, the burn wasn’t treated or healed properly. It hadn’t occurred to you until now that Jimin wore exclusively long sleeve shirts. Only rolling up his sleeves to a portion of his forearm where the thinner scars could be dismissed, especially compared to the stark tattoo on his inner forearm.
“And the school lost half an entire wing of the building. So naturally, I was sent to juvie.”
“So you joined a gang in a juvenile detention center?” You asked in disbelief.
At the accusation, Jimin laughed. “Technically, yes, it’s pretty brutal in there. But not BTS. Namjoon got word of some mad scientist sent to juvie and thought it sounded like a waste of potential. So he sent Taehyung there, who posed as a prisoner, my roommate actually, and he offered me a way out. I could take the tattoo, and they would get me out, and I would have a lab to work on all my passion projects as long as I did some jobs for them. The bakery came to be a few years later, and I just really liked the pace of life here.” He said with a shrug.
You imagined Jimin and Taehyung together. The two always seemed thick as thieves—a friendship born of pure mischief. But friendship, aside you could see the ambition clear as day in Jimin’s eyes.
You couldn't keep the disbelief off your face, “You never wanted to go back to school, continue your research?” You asked incredulously.
Jimin frowned, setting down his icing bag with a sigh, “I ruined myself when I broke into that lab after hours. I put students sleeping in the dorms at risk. I violated a million different school policies. I was a few months out from turning 18 and being truly convicted for the crimes I committed. Even so, juvie ruined me. I would never get accepted into a college or a research program, my work as a scientist wouldn’t be respected because of the boundaries I pushed when I was young. But even if I would have been pardoned, breaking out of jail and escaping like that is unforgivable. There was a warrant out for my arrest for nearly a year before they tossed it up and filed me as a missing person. I ruined my future myself, but Namjoon and the others breaking me out was the final seal in my coffin. It took away my chance of living any kind of quiet life.”
You frowned, disturbed by Jimin’s words. Hoseok once described taking the BTS tattoo as both a target and a shield. RM had given Jimin safety but also made him entirely dependent upon him to receive it.
You shivered as you realized the parallels in your situations.
If you were caught treating and practicing on gang members in your home, you could lose your chance of ever becoming a licensed doctor. It was a detail you didn’t dwell on very often, but you could only hope you could make it through this encounter with BTS, provide your services and pass through the gang unscathed.
And once you graduated and were an actual doctor, then what?
You were quite the rest of the morning as you finished opening the bakery. Your thoughts cycling in the same nerve-wracking spiral of “what ifs?”
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You were left to close the bakery alone.
Which you didn’t mind at all. While the tasks were mundane, they kept you busy enough to keep you from dwelling too hard on negative thoughts. But, more importantly, it kept you from dwelling on Jeon Jungkook and the absolute fool you made of yourself by biting him like a feral animal instead of talking out your feelings like a normal person.
You came to peace with the fact that while fun, a romantic relationship with Jeon Jungkook was mostly a bad idea. He would distract you from school, and you were collateral on his end. Nothing but a big fat target to be used against him, and you decided after being trailed down an ally so many months ago that the damsel in distress was not your vibe.
You tried to logic away from your genuine feelings behind the kiss. You were both stressed and recovering from a life-threatening situation. That kiss was a comfort and a distraction for both of you, and it was the distraction you needed at the moment. The physical touch and spark of desire were what kept you from totally falling apart when you went home that evening. The memory of his touch was a break of light that soothed away the nightmares of the shooting the day before.
You were prepared for Jungkook to say he wasn’t interested and tell him the feeling was mutual.
You were working on closing the shop and losing the don’t-think-of-Jeon-Jungkook game when the doorbell rattled, and a group of men entered the bakery. You were five minutes from closing, and while this wasn’t out of the ordinary, you weren’t thrilled with your quiet evening being interrupted by a group of rowdy customers. Especially when you already packed up most of the pastries in the back.
Taking a second look at the men, you felt weary and wondered if they were members of BTS coming in for a late meeting Jimin forgot to tell you about. They were all tall and broad-shouldered, most sported several tattoos, and they had a look that made you feel uneasy. Not only did they intimidate you, but their expressions looked like they wanted to intimidate you.
But your panic quickly softened as you locked eyes with a familiar face.
“Marcus!” You greeted with delight.
Your usual, Marcus was a quiet guy who often came to the bakery to people watch throughout the day. The two of you have had a handful of conversations over the months, all surface-level banter. Still, you always enjoyed his presence. Aside from that one time he and V got into a weird pissing contest, Marcus had never made you uncomfortable or feel unsafe.
The fact that he might have brought his friends here for a late-night snack put you almost at ease.
“You're in luck, most of the pastries are put up, but I think we have a few lemon bars in the back.” You offered, knowing they were his favorite.
“I’m not here for lemon bars,” he answered with a sneer,
Your smile faltered as two men made their way towards you, passing the counter and heading for the kitchen.
“Hey, you can't go back there!” You cried as one man called back with a gruff, ‘all clear.’
The depth of your situation sunk in as Marcus pushed open the door, and a handsome Korean man in a well-tailored suit made his way into the bakery and locked the door behind him.
“Miss L/N, I was hoping for the chance to speak with you,” he said with a smirk.
What little emergency response training you got for your job kicked in through your panic.
‘Don’t fight back, just comply,’ you told yourself fiercely.
“Look sir, yesterday was bank day, so there isn’t much money in the till; I’ll give you everything we have,” you started to barter as you reached the register.
Your hand scrambled beneath the counter, feeling for the emergency button that would alert Yoongi or an Army about the break-in.
“I’m not here for your money. I’m here to talk to you.” The man said with a nice, calm smile.
“You came packing pretty heavy if all you want is a conversation.” You stalled as you pressed the panic button one last time before forcing yourself to keep your hands by your side so that you wouldn’t give yourself away.
One of the bodybuilders from the kitchen stalked towards you behind the counter, grabbing your arm and leading you out from behind the wall of safety.
“This will go a lot smoother if you don’t resist.” The man chided.
You begrudgingly complied, realizing it would be safest if you played along for now. Help was on its way and you were outnumbered by dangerous and potentially armed men. You just needed to buy some time.
You soon found yourself manhandled into one of the cafe chairs while the man in the suit stood over you, arms crossed. The position required you to tilt your head and look up at him to see his face, and he looked smug at the submissive position. Nevertheless, he held himself with the kind of confidence that told you he was used to getting his way and getting people to listen to him.
“It’s on record that you’ve gotten close with the inner circle of the gang BTS” he started, though the tone sounded more like an accusation than an observation.
You stayed silent, making an effort to keep your expression cool, maybe even bored, not wanting to give away your feelings on the situation.
He sighed after a moment before continuing, “I’ll get to the point Y/N, BTS is dangerous. More dangerous than you think. In fact, you probably have no idea what games they’re playing or what risk you’re putting yourself at by owing them money.”
You tried to keep your face impassive at the bit of knowledge he had about you.
“I don’t even know what their plans are. But I’m not going to ask you to stay away from them. I need you to stay close to them, find out what their plans are, and give me that information.” It wasn’t a request as much as a demand.
Up to this point, you had sat uncomfortably in the chair, your palms down flat on your thighs, scared that any sudden movements would lead to you being seriously injured, but the tide in the conversation turned as you realized he needed you in his corner to further whatever weird motive he was working towards. You took a moment to cross your legs, making yourself get comfortable, hoping he couldn’t see the way your hands trembled as you interlock your fingers and perched them atop your knee.
You thought back to the time you asked V what a spy entailed being, and he told you he often let himself get caught in the act because he had a talent for making interrogations against him work for him. The rule was never to give them your power, always hold yourself with a bit of confidence and control and never let them see you scramble for answers. It unnerves them, and as long as you complied and didn’t give a reason for the interrogation to get too violent, you could walk out with your own information.
Of course, there was the inevitable beating at the end, and you were hoping to skip that part.
You let your eyes travel over the man's body in a once-over, allowing your expression to look unimpressed, “I don’t even know who you are. Why would I help you?” You asked, keeping your tone light.
The man smiled, “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that BTS is nothing but a bunch of no good criminals, and they tarnish and corrupt this city more and more every day. They think they have some kind of power over it.” He finished with a hiss, his distaste obvious.
“BTS doesn’t trust me as much as you think they do, your sources are wrong, and I’m not risking my neck for some white knight attempt to take down the gang that runs half the west side.” You deflected.
“They don’t run half-”
“Shut it.” The man in the suit hissed at the balding henchmen to the left of you.
You looked over to him, interested by the apparent bias, the bit of pride in the balding man’s eyes. You hit a tender spot with that comment, and you could only think of one group of people who would care that much about an exaggeration of BTS’s power. He was with the BlackTips. You don’t know how or why the Korean man in front of you was affiliated with him, you doubted he was the leader of the stereotypical Irish gang, but somehow he influenced the group of men in this room.
“Enough lies. I know how close you are to BTS, and I know you’re the only person they trust enough to help me take them down. So help me, Y/N. Help me rid this city of the horrors of this gang, and I will pay off your debt to BTS, and I will make your dreams come true.” He promised.
You couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped you, “You sound like a cliche villain right now trying to lure me to the dark side. Make my dreams come true,” you mocked, “You know nothing about me or my dreams.”
His eyes darkened, and one of the henchmen inched their way a little closer to you. You felt a bead of sweat drip down your back; for a moment, you forgot the danger of the situation you were in, but in that slight movement by the balding man, your reality came crashing in. Where the fuck was Yoongi in the others? You could feel your time slipping.
“I know that you want to be a doctor. And you would do anything to become one, even doing something as reckless as borrow money from a gang leader and risk your license before you even get it. I can pay your debt and ensure your spot in the program. I can have you starting your residency this summer, even.” He offered with a smile.
“That’s impossible. I don’t even have my masters yet,” you corrected.
“Is it? You’ve never heard of a grad student with the right connections start their residency at the university hospital a year early?” He prompted, leaning back against a table to seem casual and give you space. He was trying to win you over.
He was right, it wasn’t unheard of, but it was a position of privilege possible for third-generation doctors or ones with a lot of money.
“I’m on the board of directors for Alcor University Hospital. I could make this happen for you,” he promised with a smile.
And for a second, to your shame, you paused and considered. All your hard work, paying off. Your chance of becoming a doctor expedited so you can start your training nearly two years early, getting that much closer to getting your licensing.
The man in the suit’s eyes gleamed as he saw your hesitation, your ambition.
You let yourself fantasize for one more moment before making a promise to yourself that if you were going to do it, you would do it your way. You wanted your title to be earned by you and you alone. All your hard work would be for nothing if someone let you cheat the rest of the way through.
You tilted your head in mock consideration, sucking your teeth and making that ‘tisk’ sound that used to set your dad off growing up. Of course, it hurt your still healing mouth, but by the way the man’s eyes flared as you cooed, “Not interested.” You knew it had the desired effect.
The man in the suit composed himself and smirked as he pushed off the table, “I have to respect your loyalty to them, but it is a pity-” he said with a shake of his head.
“It’s not loyalty to BTS,” you corrected, “Maybe I’m just not interested in working for a guy who brings big scary men along to intimidate me into taking the world’s shittiest job offer.”
This is where you immediately question your decisions. Before, he was tolerant to you because he needed you, but you just clearly rejected his offer. So now he had no reason to play nice.
You were seriously pushing your luck.
“We’ll see, until next time Y/N, boys... you know what to do.” He ordered as he made his way out.
You didn’t know how to process the need to roll your eyes at this man’s seemingly rehearsed cheesy supervillain one-liners and the fear that spiked through you at what his henchmen ‘knew what to do.’ It resulted in a confused flutter of your lashes before one man picked up a chair and threw it at the glass display, shattering it.
You cried out in shock as he picked up another chair to repeat the task.
Frantic to stop him, you grabbed for his arm. Effortlessly, he shook you off, and you lost your footing, falling to the ground. Pain erupted through your head-turning your vision white as your jaw slammed into your own shoulder at the impact.
When your vision cleared, you could see the three men and Marcus working on wrecking the bakery—tearing apart the display cases and wall that held baskets for the bread. You flinched back as the thousand-dollar espresso machine crashed to the ground littering espresso beans all over the floor.
You had to get out of there, suddenly terrified they would use the ovens to burn the place down.
You got up, quickly making a break for the kitchen where the back exit was.
“Hey, someone grab her!” You heard Marcus shout as you made it through the swinging doors. You turned, adrenaline aiding you as you pulled the bakers rack by the doors in front of them, hoping the slight obstacle would slow them down and keep them from following you out into the alleyway.
You raced for the exit, pushing on the door, your momentum reverberating back up your arms as it did not budge. You shoved again, a sob of panic escaping you as you realized you already locked up the back earlier when closing. And your keys were behind the counter with your phone.
You were trapped, and if BTS wasn’t here by now, then no one was coming to save you.
An idea came to you as the baking rack fell to the ground as the intruders shoved against the kitchen doors. But it still managed to block the doors from opening fully. So you got a few more moments of safety as they fumbled to push through your shitty barricade.
You raced across the kitchen to the maintenance door, moving to punch the code in. You couldn’t believe it was just this morning when you found Jimin in his lab, and he gave you this very code.
With a shout of victory, you turned and saw two of the men squeeze their way into the kitchen, dragging the baker’s rack with them.
“Nowhere to run,” the balding man sneered right as you submitted the pin.
There was a momentary delay before the lock processed the code and unlocked the door for you. In that time, the balding man charged forward. You had enough time to crack the door open enough for your body to slip in and grab the first device on the table.
You sent up a prayer begging that the canister in your hand wasn’t an explosive as you pulled the trigger and tossed it into the kitchen, slamming the lab door shut behind you and bracing yourself for the boom.
You heard the man shout in shock and a faint but familiar hissing sound on the other side of the door. Soon Marcus and the others were crying out in surprise as you listened to the pressurized canister release gas into the kitchen.
You glanced at the counter beside you, seeing a row of the canisters twin to the one you launched in the kitchen, lining the countertop in a neat line. Next to it was the beaker Jimin was working with this morning. A cure to the effect of the smoke, he had explained. While you can build up a tolerance to the gas, he realized after your encounter with the smoke that some civilians and witnesses may need an immediate cure to cooperate and keep their memories for interrogations.
You grabbed one of the viles, tipping back what you hoped was a safe dose in your mouth, and grabbed a rag tying it around your face for good measure. You had one option, hide behind this door and wait it out.
‘It’ being the intruders getting bored of waiting for you and running off or for someone in BTS to come to your rescue.
Or you could fight your way out.
The risk of them using the ovens to burn down the bakery wasn’t one you were willing to take now that the chances were in your favor.
And while you couldn’t take two men, much less four, in a fight on your own. When they’re dizzy and have their vision impaired from the gas, you knew you could take them if Jimin’s cure worked. You knew the layout of this kitchen like the back of your hand; you knew you could navigate your way around it and weaponize what was in it.
And you like your chances.
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A/N: This bitch really said I have the power of God and anime on my side.
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University Superstar
[Summary]: Jeon Jungkook is your University’s biggest rock-star-athlete-hot guy. It literally prides itself on his attendance at the school — walking around with his “big name” (captain of the lacrosse team), tattoos, and rude, jock-like personality. You hate him. You hate that he can’t apologize for being a complete asshole. But what you don’t hate is how he visits your office every day. You also don’t hate that your feelings for him are crawling back into your system…
[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Friends(?)ToLovers!AU, EnimeisToLovers!AU
[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, lots of hickies, mentions of blowjob, consistent flirting, JK is an extreme asshole (he actually got on my nerves for some of it lol), insensitive JK, lots of passion, squirting, kissing, pining after one another (mainly JK)
[Word Count]: 10,291
[Author’s Note]: I didn’t plan on making Y/n an education major…? But then I was thinking of JK in a bomber jacket and jock x teacher!AU and…yeah no, it had to happen.
[Masterlist] [Sequel] [Drabble (1), (2), (3)]
Jeon Jungkook.
The name makes you hurl a little in your mouth. Yesterday’s lunch makes its way to the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, telling yourself to be strong and that he will go away soon.
“So,” he banters a smile at you. That stupid yellow and blue lacrosse bomber jacket puffs out around his shoulders, the number “07” poking out in the ugliest school-sprit font you’ve ever seen on his sleeves. His elbows rest on your desk, arms delicately pushing some of your papers and trinkets out of his way. The action only fuels your anger.
“7 o’clock. You and me. Chipotle.”
“In your dreams, fuckboy,” you scoff. The audacity he has to ask you out. The audacity he has to find the school you intern at (literally on your universities campus, but still), interrupt your work, and ask you on a date for the nth time since a few weeks ago.
You think this might be the 5th time this week he’s asked you out on a date. And it’s only Wednesday.
The amount of explaining you still have to do to your coworkers, and even your kindergartner students, is exhausting. Everyone knows who he is. He’s the captain of your Universities lacrosse team, probably the most popular guy on campus…one of “the hottest” guys in the school (according to your coworker and best friend, Aecha)
You remember asking her a while back why he was always “the talk of the town”, and all she could say was: “Well, look at him. How could he not be?”
You get it. He is hot. But that doesn’t stop you from absolutely hating his guts. Not after he spilled his hot, black coffee all over your white shirt and pants a few weeks ago. Not after he stained all of your precious student’s artwork with his scorching hot Americano.
You were on your way to the school to hang them up in your classroom. Stopping at your University library’s coffee shop, you decided to start your day with a little bit of matcha before you decorated your space.
Your students had just completed a “What I Love About Me” project, and their responses literally made you cry…maybe made you ugly cry. So innocent and honest in their responses, this project was probably the most precious to your heart. You had wished you did something like this back when you were so young. Maybe then you would have a reminder on your bad days what younger you always admired before nasty comments and puberty hit your system.
So, when Jeon Jungkook completely drenched them in his black coffee, your stained (and very expensive) white work shirt and pants didn’t even matter. The sopping-wet look of your student’s artwork made you fight to gulp back tears. But you couldn’t help the water that begged to break free from behind your eyelids.
“Oohh!” he laughs, the stupid jock in him making a scene. “Jeez! I’m sorry.” you can feel the antagonizing smirk on his lips as he looks at what he’s done to you. “Here, let me get a napkin,”
Jungkook exits your line of vision and you try to make your way out of the library before he comes back. But, ever the athlete he is, Jungkook is back before you can blink with a giant wad of the coffee shop’s crappy brown napkins.
You don’t even know who is talking to you until you take the napkins from his hands, recognizing those ugly, stupid, hot hand tattoos. Who couldn’t recognize them when the whole university makes Jungkook’s tattoos each and every one of its personality traits?
The realization of your perpetrator being Jeon Jungkook only makes you more upset. Had it been anyone else, the hurt in your heart from your damaged projects might have been less painful.
You immediately start wiping off your student’s projects, placing them on the nearest table and patting them dry, trying your best not to smear the Crayola marker on some of them.
“Woah, hey,” he chuckles to himself again. “Nice line work. Didchya draw those?”
“Please, stop talking.” you spit at him. Finally, you look up at his face, hoping he gets the point.
You think he does, because the minute he catches your gaze, his face freezes. The look adorning your features was angry, but that tear in your eye from what he did to your papers made you really upset. Which, for some reason, made Jungkook's heart clench. Hoping he can’t see the tears trying to break free from your eyelids, you look back down and continue your previous actions.
“I-I, um,” he stutters, his voice much meeker than what it antagonized you with just moments ago. “Look, is there anything I can do? A free drink? New clothes? A personal invitation to Min Yoongi’s New Year’s Party? An escort around the men’s lacrosse team's locker room? …During uniform change?”
“Thanks, but the best thing you can do is leave,” you reply. Just about done drying your projects up the best you can, you gather them in your arms and face the man once again. This time, you stare at his face for more than just a few seconds. You hate that he’s handsome; it only makes it harder to stop looking at the playful smirk forming on his lips from mentioning the men’s locker rooms.
“You sure? Heard this year’s party is supposed to be a banger.” he bribes, the mole under his bottom lip showing as he smiles.
“Min Yoongi is a close friend. I am invited to his parties every year. Now, I have to go—”
“No way?!” he exclaims, the permed dark curls over his eyes bouncing as he places a large hand on your shoulder. You shrug it off, but he acts like he did nothing wrong at all. “How come I haven’t seen you before? I’d totally recognize you. You’re smokin', by the way.”
Your lips and nose cringe at his statement.
“I don’t usually go,” you explain. “Now, please move before I push you out of my way myself.”
“Hah!” he laughs. “Like you could. Hey, are you an elementary teacher or just a shitty artist?”
“I’m not answering that,” you say.
His comment hurts you. This is precious art to you. The fact that he has no regard—didn’t even say sorry meaningfully—for your papers that you are obviously upset about makes your heart sink. All you can see are the faces of your students.
“Okay, well, that offer for a free drink, or clothes, or uh—oh yeah. The men’s locker room deal,” he winks. “Is still on the table.”
“I’ll pass,” you flash a tight-lipped smile his way before brushing a shoulder past him and exiting the library.
The first tear makes its way down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it off before anyone has the chance to see it. You think Jungkook might have through the window of the shop, but you assume he is looking at his order number he placed for a new coffee on the screen above it. It would appear more fitting. He clearly has no care in the world that he did something that made someone else upset. From his own actions. But are you really surprised that he wouldn’t care?
The rest of your walk to the elementary school is filled with blasting music in your headphones and a scowl on your face. What was once sadness is now anger. You’re angry. So fucking angry. Your blood is boiling.
“How could he?” you exclaim as you barge into the teacher’s lounge.
“Woah—” Aecha observes. “Is this a new print or something?” she asks, referring to your white-brown shirt and pants. “Please don’t tell me this is a new ‘thing’? No offense, but it’s kind of ug—”
“No, it’s that stupid Jungkook-jock-fuckboy-asshole-bitch—”
You silently thank an existing god that the kids have off today.
“Jeon Jungkook?” Aecha’s jaw drops.
“Don’t even start. I hate that man. Look what he did,” you seethe, slapping your student’s projects on the table.
“Awww,” Aecha’s eyes go beady, her fingers delicately shifting through the precious artwork. “Did he ruin them?”
“Yes,” you fight the urge to swipe all the shit on the coffee bar onto the floor. “Yes, he did. And now I have to give these back to the kids, hoping that when they’re 15 years older they can actually make out what it's saying.”
“I’m sorry,” she pouts. “That’s really shitty. Did he apologize?” she asks, sorting through the damp papers. “They don’t look too distraught. I can still read them,” she assures you.
“He apologized as the third phrase he said to me. The first was an ‘Oohh!’ accompanied by a mocking laugh and then a ‘jeez!’ Didn’t even realize I didn’t care about my damn shirt until he pointed out how ‘shitty my artwork was’.”
“Wow,” she gapes. “That’s totally Jungkook, that’s for sure,” she nods in agreement, thinking upwards. “You know, now that I’m imagining the scenario, it’s kinda hot.”
“Aecha!”
“Okay listen,”
“No, I won’t.”
“Okay, fine,” she gives up. You dig underneath the coffee cabinet, pulling out a spare hairdryer and plugging it into the wall. Your school is filled with mostly women teachers, so finding something like this in a coffee room is not that unordinary here. The room is soon loud with the sound of the machine as your try to dry them completely. “You going to Yoongi’s party, by the way?” she asks you.
You remember Jungkook’s offer to invite you to said party. You scoff at the memory. What was once a plan to tell Yoongi that you were, in fact, going to attend...is now a “no” from you. Not when you know Jungkook will be there. He is always there, just too drunk to remember you, probably. He even danced with you a few times, grinding on your ass with a beer in his hand and his other on your waist.
You remember it all too well. That was back when you had positive thoughts about the man. But then he became the captain of the lacrosse team. And then he became obsessed with the amount of “get out of jail free” cards he suddenly obtained from his popularity, hotness, and good standing on the school board. When you heard about what he was like from Aecha, your friends, the school news, YouTube, etc., you stopped finding him fancy. You couldn’t see the same man you saw that night. Especially not with how he treated you just an hour ago. Sad, but you washed away any hint of a crush you might've had on him after then.
“No, not anymore,” you reply, loudly speaking over the blow dryer. It is loud enough to where you don’t need to yell, but you wouldn’t be able to hear her response if you both talked normally.
“What?!” she drops her shoulders in disappointment. “But Hoseok is going to be there…you told me you’d go with me if he was!”
You know Aecha has been chasing after Hoseok since she first talked with him at last year's party. She doesn’t know anyone else who is going besides Yoongi and Hoseok. Being they’re both men, she doesn’t know if she feels 100% comfortable going alone, even though you and her both know they would never dare to hurt her or make her feel unsafe. It is more of a girl code—arriving and leaving together—than it is anything else. So you understand.
You had forgotten about said agreement, and you groan in frustration. Now, you have no other choice.
“Y/n, I need to bag this man. I need to,” her voice is laced with determination. “I am like—I am tired of waiting and this is my one last chance and—”
“Okay!” you hush her. “Fine, I’ll go.
She claps her hands and does a happy dance. You wish you could find her reaction endearing, but now you’re dreading the upcoming events of this party.
----
The week is going by fine until you get unexpected amounts of bouquets and Edible Arrangements all addressed to you from…Jungkook. You send them all back, just to get an angered Jungkook storming into your office a few days later.
“You know how expensive those were?!” he half-shouts at you. He quiets his voice, noticing the quiet setting he is in. However, he doesn’t seem to care that he has intruded on your space during your work time. He closes the door to your office anyways, trapping you in it with him.
“How did you get this address…and how do you know I work here?” you interrogate, going back to typing on your computer. The things you type are a mix of keyboard slam and words you’re thinking, faking work at its finest because some abnormally hot jock-asshole needs to make it known that his gifts are not to be returned.
“Min Yoongi is a man of many talents,” he responds. Taking a seat in one of the chairs across from your desk, you watch him as he plays with your nameplate on your desk. “Ms. Y/n L/n. Cute.”
You snatch the gold engraved tag out of his hands and place it back on the desk where it was before. “Please don’t touch my thi—”
“So, you are a teacher, then, I suppose?” he interrupts you. You don’t know it, but Jungkook is really trying here. It took a lot and nothing at all for him to walk in here. Truthfully, he has no idea how to apologize to you. A simple, sincere, “sorry” would probably do it. But he even practiced it in the mirror. Literally impossible. It’s like his mouth was forbidden to say the word without gagging at himself.
Apologizing was never his strong suit. Before coming to college, he was a good boy. Sweet and kind, never once a popular kid until he hit puberty and was suddenly his high school’s prom king. That’s when he started doing things he is not that proud of. It became a habit, but the good boy in him has a hard time practicing apologizing. Mainly because... he never really had to do it before becoming a total high school popular kid and a university super-star player.
But he really fucked up this time. And, he was hoping you would just let it go like people always seem to do when he can’t admit things correctly. But after seeing that tear fall down your face after you left the shop, that clench in his heart followed as you walked away. He couldn't stop thinking about how bad he felt all week. Those really meant something to you and he knew it. He just didn’t know how to admit he was being an asshole.
“I am,” you reply. “You here for some lessons?”
“Stop,” he grins. “Teacher—student sex has always been a fantasy of mine.”
“Please,” you scoff at him. The audacity. “As if I’d fulfill that for you.”
“A man can only dream,” he shrugs.
“Yeah, well keep doing that. What do you want, Jungkook?”
“I want to know why you sent back my flowers. And my Edible Arrangement! I was fighting the urge not to just eat it when I picked it out for you.”
Truthfully, you were too. You love Edible Arrangements.
“Because I don’t want your sympathy because you realized you were an asshole,”
“Why not?”
“Because none of that matters to me. I’m not an ex-girlfriend who caught you cheating on me. I’m just a stranger you met last week. I want an apology. An honest apology from you. And that’s it.” you explain.
Jungkook puffs his cheeks out.
“You’re difficult,” he raises his eyebrows. “I like that,” he smirks at you.
“I don’t have time for your flirting, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes at him, focusing back on your screen. “Please go home.”
The next time he comes in is around 3pm the following day. The kids are out of school by then, but all your coworkers are still here. So is Jungkook, apparently. Aecha tells you he’s been talking it up with the principal since he got here.
You groan, hoping he is just here to speak with the principal and not you. It is a farfetched hope, though. You don’t know what business he has with the principal, or anyone else here besides you, for that matter.
It is around 5 when he barges into your office again. You’re packing up your things, dreams crushed when you thought you could exit work without running into the alleged lacrosse star.
“Hey, sexy,” he flirts, eyeing your flowy, loose, figure-hiding, ugly, dark-brown art dress. You roll your eyes again, knowing he’s making fun of you. It was art day, and you had to wear your paint-stained art-apron dress. It’s the only one you don’t care about other than the shirt he ruined just a week ago.
You ignore his comment, zipping your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.
“Reconsidering tutoring?” you mock. Jungkook laughs at you, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. You’re really cute when you mock him. It kinda gets him going.
“How’s about 9:00pm next Saturday at Min Yoongi’s?” he asks, trying to get you to go to the party again. Little does he know that you’re going. But you don’t want to amuse him too much.
“Funny,” you banter, making your way to the door. But he blocks your path, his arms resting against the door frame as he stares down at you with those white teeth and bunny eyes. You want to squish his cheek between your forefinger and thumb for reasons you don’t understand. All he has done is make fun of, flirt, and annoy you since you two met. Why do you feel the heat in your cheeks when he slips a finger underneath your chin, dark eyes staring into your soul? Why does your heartbeat in your throat when you look at the glossiness of his lips so close to your own?
You back away, releasing yourself from his flirtatious actions.
“What if I begged on my knees?” he blurts out.
You snort out in laughter at that. The thought of Jungkook: the tall, big guy with tattoos and an award-winning lacrosse scholarship? On his knees in front of you? Begging you to go to some party? That’s rich.
Jungkook blushes harder at your laughs. Fuck, your laugh is so cute. He wants to make you laugh like this a lot. Maybe forever, even. You’re music to his ears.
“What’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. “Think I can’t?”
“Please,” you smile wide, a hand covering your mouth, trying not to muster up any more laughs. “That would be too much. You sure you want to pleasure me?”
Jungkook’s mouth grows dry. Um…yes?? He would, in fact, like to pleasure you. Maybe not in that way, but he’d do it if it meant you were pleased with him. Fuck! If only he could admit things properly.
“Um, no, never mind” he goes against his wish. “I don’t think I could stand the content look on your face.” He totally could??? What the hell is he saying?!?
Jungkook runs a hand through his thick, brown locks, looking at you as you die down your laughter. If only you knew he’s been after you since two New Year’s parties ago. You think he doesn’t remember, but he totally does. The way your hips swayed against his, pressing your ass into his front. He remembers how soft your skin felt underneath his tattooed hand. All he remembered is how he wanted to mark you up, kiss the skin of your lips, neck, and shoulders and claim it as his own. But he had one too many drinks that night, and he found himself passed out on Min Yoongi’s couch the next morning. Jungkook started off the New Year with his clothes on, cheeks flushed, a terrible hangover, and no sight of you anywhere.
He had been trying to find you for a while on campus, but little did he know you were all the way on the opposite side of it in the Education sector. When you didn’t show up to Yoongi’s New Year’s Party the following year, he realized he may never see you again. Until he ruined your clothes. And your valuables. And your heart. And god-knows-what else. If only apologizing didn’t completely break his fragile ego, maybe he would be kissing you right now. Maybe he could have been spending all his time kissing you and holding you every day since the incident.
“Whatever you say, fuckboy,” you smile at him. “Now let me go — and stop coming into my office. It’s annoying.”
“Principle Green is actually so rad, though. I might come back just for him,” he comments, moving out of your way.
“I don’t care who is rad, I don’t want you interrupting my work.”
“Oh, so I’m a distraction?”
“No, you’re a nuisance,”
“Ouch,”
“Goodbye, Jungkook,” you flash him a grin, turning off the lights in your office. You look at Aecha in the teacher's lounge where you exit. She is completely baffled, eyes wide, her mouth dropped, and her bagel falling out of her hands and onto the table. Cream-cheese side down. She heard everything, and you know what she’s thinking.
Luckily, you can leave without either of them making conversation with you.
Entering your car, you let out a huge breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. You look at yourself in your sun blocker's mirror. Cheeks red and lips cracked from all the laughing, you’re a total mess! As if your crush on Jungkook is coming back. It can’t be. He’s a total asshole now.
But a charming asshole.
Fuck! Stop it, y/n. You can’t do this to yourself.
And so, you don’t. You blast your music and drive away, pretending you don’t see a waving, smiling Jungkook from the school’s entrance in your rearview mirror.
----
Three knocks on your door and an uninvited Jungkook makes his way into your office. Again.
Jeon Jungkook.
The name makes you hurl a little in your mouth. Yesterday’s lunch makes its way to the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, telling yourself to be strong and that he will go away soon.
Last night, after Jungkook’s daily visit to your office (one that ended up with a 3-hour conversation about how Thor is the best Avenger next to Spider-Man), you realized that it’s been almost two weeks since you met him in the coffee shop. Almost two weeks and you have yet to receive a proper apology like you had asked him to give you the first time he visited you at work.
This is the 7th visit since two weeks ago, and still no apology. Despite his charm and how easily you were almost tricked into letting it all go, you remembered you were still supposed to be mad at him. And that you should still be mad at him no matter how many bunny-smiles, flirtatious comments, and talks about the Avengers and Principle Green that shoots straight to your heart. And to other places…
“So,” he banters a smile at you. That stupid yellow and blue lacrosse bomber jacket puffs out around his shoulders, the number “07” poking out in the ugliest school-spirit font you’ve ever seen on his sleeves. His elbows rest on your desk, arms delicately pushing some of your papers and trinkets out of his way. The action only fuels your anger.
“7 o’clock. You and me. Chipotle.”
“In your dreams, fuckboy,” you scoff. The audacity he has to ask you out. The audacity he has to find the school you intern at (literally on your universities campus, but still), interrupt your work, and ask you on a date for the nth time since the start of this week.
You think this might be the 5th time since Sunday he’s asked you out on a date. And it’s only Wednesday.
“Woah, why the ‘tude?” he defends, putting his palms up as he slides back into his “designated” chair in your office.
“There is no ‘tude.”
“There totally is ‘tude!”
You glare at him from over your laptop screen. "See!” he points at your scowl.
“Jungkook, get out please,” you sigh. You really don’t want to deal with his antics today.
“What? Why?” he asks you. His voice is defensive like you just told him his dick is short and thin. Which, it totally is not by the way. He’d tell you about it, but it doesn’t appear like you’re up for that conversation.
“Because, Jungkook, I’m done with this.”
“With what?" he scoffs. "We’re not even a ‘this’,” he says the last part with finger air quotes.
“Exactly, so please stop visiting me. I don’t want your distractions to make me forget about the fact that you still haven’t apologized.”
“Oh, please, y/n,” he drags out a laugh, slouching on your chair. “I don’t even need to apologize. They were just some shitty drawings. I can assure you that if you go back into that classroom and call an ‘art sesh’ they’d make up a bunch of equally as shitty pieces for you.”
You can feel your fingers nearly breaking the screen of your laptop before shutting it close. You stand up in your seat, motioning your finger toward the door. “Get out.”
Jungkook knows he stepped over the line with that one. He really doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying. He knows those meant something to you! Why is he acting like he doesn’t? Why does he choose to say words that hurt you? It only hurts him, knowing that even though he wants so badly to be the person that comforts you and who tells you you’re okay; saying the opposite is only going to make it worse.
Duh!
Right now, he wants to beat himself up so badly that he’s lost the ability to speak another word.
That clenching feeling he has in his chest is back. He can see the anger in your heart, reaching out to protect the innocence of your students. It’s endearing, really. But he’s in the crossfire. And he’s on the side of your wrath he doesn’t want to be on. He’s the reason you’re protecting your students in their absence. He is the reason why you might never forgive him for this one.
“Y/n, I,” he stutters, standing up. He really thinks he’s about to apologize until something within himself blocks him from doing so again. His heart wants to say it, but his egotistical brain isn’t allowing him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then what did you mean it as?” you ask him. Hands running through your hair, you laugh at yourself in disbelief. “You know, I don’t even know why I’m asking you that. I don’t even know why I expect anything from you at all. All you’ve been doing since you got your damn scholarship and your damn popularity has been treating others like how you are treating me right now. Like their feelings don’t matter, like no one else exists in this world besides Jeon Jungkook. Maybe if you had a project like the one I assigned to my students, then maybe you’d have a reason to look back on what it means to be kind to others. Maybe you’d realize that people get hurt because of people like you. Me included. So please, leave my office and don’t show your face in this school ever again.”
Jungkook is at a loss for words. What can he say? You called his bluff. He taught himself how to block out others as a defense mechanism a long time ago. Its consequence: confidence as a new defense mechanism. Confidence is always good, right? So why it felt wrong when he started showing that side of him 100% more than it was before was beyond him. And, well, this is why it felt so wrong. He's lost the ability to humble himself down. And he hurt you because of it. He’s hurt a lot of people because of it. If only he knew how to balance himself properly.
Jungkook leaves your office, not batting an eye at you, feeling like a student who just got expelled. The jock in him would say it was hot, but that part of him is not there. Nothing but shame fills his body. He feels ashamed of himself. Especially as he catches light of one of the coffee-stained projects on the lounge-room walls.
[I love my _______ because it makes me feel ________] is the prompt. This one had the most outrageous spelling he thinks he’s ever seen. Backward “e”’s and random capitalization and sizing and all. But he makes out “heart’ and “wanted”.
Something in him pulls on his heartstrings again. He can see why those projects meant so much to you. Just that one simple response was enough to feel regret all the way from the follicles of his scalp to his big toe, as if he didn’t regret it already. How is he going to make it up to you? He has no idea. But he can’t lose sight of you, even when he knows he's pissed you off and hurt you. He has to find a way to make it right.
He has to apologize. Sincerely. Like he’s been practicing in the mirror and with his roommates, Taehyung and Jin, for the past two weeks. It’s easier with them. They don’t make his heart beat abnormally fast. They don’t send smiles (other than teasing, antagonizing ones that make him feel embarrassed and give up) that make him want to kiss you until you’re breathless beneath him.
But he needs to. And it needs to happen soon.
----
“So,” you smile at Aecha across your kitchen counter. She’s wearing the skimpiest hot pink dress you have ever seen. No doubt trying to be a tease for Hoseok. No one would guess she’s a preschool teacher with the way she’s dressed. “What’s the plan?”
She turns around, pinning the last bobby pin in her stiff, hair-sprayed-bobby pinned high bun.
“Okay,” she smiles. “We go in, right? Then I see Hoseok. Then we dance. Then we kiss. Then we f—”
“Okay!” you stop her, laughing. “I get it. Go in, dance, fuck. What do I do?”
“Hmmm,” she thinks. “Drink?? Get high? Maybe mock my actions on a certain captain of the lacrosse team…?”
You give her a knowing look.
“I know!” she puts her hands up. “Was just a thought.”
A great thought, at that. You’ve been wanting to jump his bones since three New Year's parties ago. But you’ve long accepted that’s no longer on your agenda. Jungkook has proven to you that he is a lost cause. You can’t expect anything from him, no matter how charming his smile is, no matter how well he dances, or how his touch makes butterflies flow through every vein in your body.
You have to put him in the back of your mind and move on. Maybe tonight you can find someone to do that with.
“You know that guy from Bread Club?” you ask her, fingers pinching the skin between your eyebrows in thought.
“Which one? That club was full of male nerd—oh! The hot one? Park Jimin?” she recalls.
“Yes!” you exclaim. “Him! Do you know if he is coming?”
“Oooooo,” she coos at you. “Does y/n see a potential crush on bread-boy Jimin?”
“Not a crush. Although, he is really handsome.” you blush. “I just never gave him a proper chance.”
“You’re right. I did suspect an underlying mutual attraction. My guess would be that he is going. I’m pretty sure he’s with that whole group. If I’m not mistaken, I want to say he’s Taehyung’s brother. Tae rooms with Jungkook and Jin.”
“Ah,” you nod, understanding the explanation. Although, all you hear is Jungkook. You hate that even his name in a conversation not even about him puts a sad feeling in your heart. You really do pity him. You also really want to forgive him. But after what he said back in your office, you don’t think you have the means to. His words hurt. They always do. But, he doesn’t know how to apologize. At least not to you. You remember how Aecha was surprised when you explained the situation and told her that he still hasn’t apologized since the incident. It made you wonder if you were the only person he refuses to apologize to.
“Okay, I’m ready. We both look hot. Let’s go,” Aecha says, matter-of-fact. She slaps her pocket mirror closed and shoves it into her purse.
----
You arrive at the sickest party Min Yoongi has ever hosted. Jungkook was right, this year’s party is a banger. Endless drinks, endless space for dancing, endless games, and endless men…boy you have many options tonight.
Aecha claps your shoulder in excitement, telling you that she sees her prey. You understand, letting her make her progress towards bagging Hoseok.
You continue smiling until your eyes land on Jungkook’s. He’s at the beer pong table, a beer in one hand and a pong in the other, ready to throw his next shot. Although, his progress towards throwing it stops when he sees you.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to keep looking at him. Dressed in all black with silver accents accompanying his wrists, ears, eyebrows, and lips. One could say he completely complemented your own outfit.
The fact only makes your heart hurt more. Why? You don’t know. You dropped him. He’s done. Wasn’t even a crush for longer than a day three years ago. Why you’re so hung up on him, you don’t know. The realization has you tearing your eyes away from his man-bun that looks too perfect framing his face, and onto the drinks in the room next to you.
You grab a shot or two. Or three. Or four. But who’s counting? It’s New Year’s Eve, you’re single, have nothing to lose, and have strange feelings toward a man you want to forget. Tonight is the night to get so wasted that you end up achieving that goal.
You think you will be successful when a familiar voice calls your name. Turning around, your eyes meet with Park Jimin’s. The bread-boy. Just the man you wanted to see tonight.
“Jimin!” you hug him. “No way! How long has it been since we baked banana nut bread together?!”
Jimin laughs out loud, hugging you back. “About a year, I’d say,” he smiles. His smile is really cute, reaching from cheek to cheek with that insanely addicting voice of liquid he uses to coat his words. “You’re looking really good tonight, Y/n.” Maybe he will be your saving grace tonight, after all.
“Thanks,” you smile. “You’re not looking too bad yourself.”
“Glad to know you’re pleased.”
“I am,” you smirk. “Somewhat.”
“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow.
“Come,” you change the subject. For some reason, flirting with Jimin feels wrong. Even though you want parts of him, even though you want to be able to flirt with him, something about it just doesn’t feel right. Maybe it’s the intense eyes you feel at the back of your head when you dance on Jimin in the middle of the dance floor. Maybe it’s when you kiss Jimin that you feel as if you’re imagining it’s Jungkook who you’re pressing your lips to.
It’s all wrong. Everything is wrong.
But Jimin touches you like it is right, and you feel somewhat assured until an extra hand is pulling you away from him. Suddenly, you’re drunken vision sees Jimin standing on the dance floor moving farther and farther away from you as this mystery person takes you away from him. Stumbling to keep up with this person’s pace, you turn around and attempt to pry off the strong arm that wraps around your wrist.
“Wha-What do you—who are you?” you ask this person. It isn’t until you realize that the person’s arm is tattooed. It isn’t until you realize that these tattoos are familiar and that they belong to Jeon Jungkook. “Jungkook, let go!”
To which he does, but only when he’s pulled you out of the house and into the alleyway between another house and Yoongi’s. Jungkook pins you against the wall, his forearms pressing against the brick next to your ears.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demands, voice low and eyes foreboding. Those eyes you’ve never seen before. They’re dark and angry; far, far away from his playful innocent-looking ones. They scare you a little. But you’ve always been good at facing your fears.
“I’m having fun,” you respond, not a smidge of the jitters you're feeling consuming your voice. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t make any mistakes,” he responds.
“Hah!” you laugh, the alcohol causing you to tilt your head back harshly. You forget there’s brick there, and you’re thankful Jungkook’s reflexes are fast enough to slide his hand beneath your head before it smacked against the brick. “You’re so funny, Kook. You know, that’s actually a good idea. Because the last time I danced on someone like that was with you. And I really regret that.”
Jungkook’s heart pangs in his chest, showing how your words affected him so by closing in on you. His face towers over yours, even though he’s been trying to keep his height as level with you as he can by bending his body at his hips to match your own height. But the closer he gets, the taller he becomes, and the more you have to look up in order to look into his eyes.
You can smell the cologne on his body along with the faint smell of booze on his breath. You hate how his scent makes you fawn over him. All you want to do is kiss him silly. But you’re still mad at him. You're still arguing with him right now.
“You don’t,” he scowls, more so at himself for letting it get this far. The sight of Jimin holding you like that when it was supposed to be him made his blood boil. Fury grew in his veins as he realized he needed to make this right. Right now. Before it’s too late and you’re truly moving on.
“And what if I do, Jungkook?” you lower your voice, words feeling heavy on your mouth. “What if I regret letting my feelings continuously be hurt by you?”
“And what if I told you that I regret it,” he holds your chin in his fingers. “Saying those things to you. I do, y/n. I regret it, and I don’t know why I kept saying those things. And I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you.”
You pause at his apology. Are you hearing this right? Did Jeon Jungkook just apologize to you? Twice??
“W-Well,” you stutter. Tears start to brim your eyes again for reasons you don’t understand. Maybe because you’re a crybaby. Maybe because this was your reason for not chasing after the man you liked so much. Maybe because his apology gives you the ‘go’ for smashing your lips onto his, feeling his honey lips collide with yours.
They’re just as soft as you imagined they would be. And god, is he a good kisser. His lips alone make a pool in your panties. Your hands slide around his neck, fingertips intertwining in his tied-up locks.
Jungkook’s body nearly stutters when you kiss him. Out of all things, this was the last he expected. Maybe a well-deserved slap or a kick on the shin, but never the feeling of your embrace.
Nevertheless, he doesn’t complain one bit. He’s been dying to feel you. Your lips on his was an imagery he thought he would never have the chance to live out. But, here you are, holding his body close and kissing him like he is the last person you will ever have the chance to kiss in your life.
Desperation crawls into his veins, lifting you up around his waist, and pressing you against the wall.
He’s been craving this for far too long. Craving you for too long. Jungkook can’t stop touching you, your body is just as soft as he remembered. His curiosity begs him to explore more and more of you. But he’s done enough without your permission. So he waits, continuing to kiss you until you take control.
“I’ve been dying to have you like this,” you say between trailing kisses down to his neck. Jungkook moans as you find his sweet spot, and you think it was the prettiest thing you have ever heard in your lifetime. Sucking on the spot, he raises his chest, trying to control his pleasure but nonetheless fails when you bite down on him.
“Y-Y/n,” he calls out your name, just loud enough for you to hear. His breath tickles your name on the shell of your ear, and you think you might have gushed arousal out of your cunt. “Not here,” he pants, trapping your chin between his fingers again. He motions your jaw up to his, tempting himself with light scrapes of his lips touching yours. “I don’t want anyone else to see you.”
“Then where?” you whisper back at him. It is so hard not to smash your lips onto his again, but you want this to continue. And if Jungkook wants you where no one but himself can see you, then you’re bound to be wherever that is.
“My place,” he brushes his nose against your cheek before returning your trail of kisses on his neck back to yours. “No one’s home. I brought a car.” He sucks your neck, leaving bruises all over. He's determined to find not just one sweet spot of yours, but to find them all.
“Wh-Why not the car?” you ask between moans. Jungkook is so good at this. He’s suede and smooth with his touches, hot and passionate with his kisses. He knows how to make you puddy in his hands.
Jungkook chuckles in your ear. “Not with the things I want to do to you,” he bites down on your neck, eliciting a sweet panted moan from your throat. “That won’t work.”
“Then let’s go,” you hold his neck firmly in your palms, stopping him from his parade of kisses. “I don’t want to waste more time.”
“Someone’s eager,” Jungkook smirks, kissing you once before setting you down and taking his keys out of his pocket.
“You have no idea.”
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The ride over to Jungkook’s is spent palming him in the driver’s seat and Jungkook struggling to focus on the road. He’s not as consumed with alcohol as you might be, even though the effects of it on you stopped midway through making out with Jungkook back at Yoongi’s.
You know you’re doomed when the car abruptly stops. His fist pushes the stick into park, and he rips open the car door, walking around the front of it to come over to you.
You’re still tipsy, however. So, when you’re met with Jungkook’s erection right in your face you can’t help but laugh a little.
“What’s so funny?” he asks you, a little pissed off at your laughter. It’s hot.
Trailing a finger on the zipper to his black jeans, you outline the length of his cock slowly, admiring its size right in front of you. You dream of it fucking you, as if the man in front of you wasn’t on a mission to check that off your list right now.
“You’re so big,” you sigh like a teenage girl. “I want you inside of me, Jungkook,” you smirk, looking up at him from the passenger seat. Jungkook swears his heart leaps out of his chest. He thinks his voice might crack if he says another word, so he clears his throat, dick twitching simultaneously, before he responds.
“Then, c’mon,” he takes your hand, pulling you up and out of the car. “We’re here.” Jungkook smiles at you sweetly. He almost thinks that he should just wait until the morning to fuck you because of your tipsy-drunk moment until you’re kissing and palming him again. Jungkook moans into your mouth, stumbling with you toward his townhome’s entrance. Key fob in hand, Jungkook presses it underneath the door nob, hearing a sound of approval from the security system not long after.
“Teasing me in the car,” he growls against your ear, pushing you against the nearest wall once the door to his home shuts. “You think you weren’t going to get punished for that?”
All you can do is moan. Jungkook’s hands waste no time ripping off every piece of clothing you have on, dying to see you in all your glory.
“Holy fuck,” he pants. It’s almost as if he’s cumming his pants right now at the sight of you. “You’re gorgeous, Y/n,”
You can’t help but blush a little, his glare on you makes you think that he’s not actually saying these things about your body. Not this man. Not the ripped, 6-packed athlete with incredible strength and muscles that could pop you with one headlock around the neck. Maybe it's the booze.
“Take your clothes off, fuckboy,” you demand.
Jungkook shimmies off his black blazer, eyes still on your tits. He wants to suck them and leave marks all over the softness of them. He wants you to be completely covered in him tomorrow morning.
“Don’t call me that,” he walks closer to you, trapping your naked body between his half-clothed one. “I’m not a fuckboy.” he replies, taking off his mock-turtle neck tanktop. You thought it was tight enough on him before, but the sight of his muscles underneath the shirt makes you realize that the shirt did not do him enough justice. Never in a million years did you think Jungkook was this ripped. He basically has boobs. He could probably fit into your bra…
“Then what are you?” you ghost against his lips.
He would like to say “yours”, but he remembers that you’re still tipsy. Would you agree to that? Do you still hate him? He'd like to think 'no' considering how you two are both eager to have each other right now, but he's got a lot of things to ask and make up to you before any titles are made. So he holds off.
“We can decide that in the morning,” he settles on, flashing you a small smile before delving into your lips. His chest is firm against yours, his back so wide, you struggle to wrap your arms around it as he leads you to what you assume is his bedroom.
His room is just as you expected it would be. Covered in trophies and pictures, as neat and organized as you expected. But what really catches you off guard is how comfortable his bed is. The smell of him engulfs you as he gently places you on his bed. You think about how this night would be if you decided to fuck in the car. How you wouldn't be able to see this view on top of you so clearly if you did. You’re thankful Jungkook insisted on his bedroom. Now, you can see his handsome face clearly in the lighting of his room as he pulls his pants down to his ankles, leaving himself in a pair of white Calvins. They do nothing to hide the length and girth of his cock, and you shutter knowing that he’s going to completely rip you open.
“Don’t worry, I’ll prep you,” he whispers in your ear, sensing your worry. Jungkook’s lips find your neck again, gently kissing his previously left bruises before leaving more of them on the areas of your clavicle and chest.
“What if I don’t want to be prepped?” you whimper, back arching into his chest when his mouth engulfs your nipple, sucking on it hard. “W-What if I want you ri-right now?”
Jungkook laughs deeply as he twirls your nipple around with his tongue. He releases you with a quick “pop”, which makes your head fall back in pleasure. You can feel Jungkook’s body moving up to come face-to-face with yours. “Patience,” he gives you a quick kiss. “I refuse to hurt you any more than I have already.”
“Jungkook,” you coo, holding his jaw in your palm. He looks ashamed of himself. You’ve never seen this side of him, and it feels good knowing that he does harbor those kinds of feelings. Especially since he is comfortable with you seeing him display them. “I forgive you, Kook.”
“You shouldn’t,” he buries his face in your neck again, kissing you lightly as his hand trails down to your wet cunt. His fingers find your clit. You moan when he starts circling slow infinities on the sensitive bud.
“But I do, Jungkook,” you pant, hand coming up to drag your fingers through his hair. You pull out his bun, watching as his hair falls over the crown of his head and onto your skin. It smells like coconut, and you can’t help but bury your nose in it as he continues to gather your juices on his fingertips.
“I was bad to you,” he grumbles against your neck. This time, his fingers circle your entrance. Legs wrapping around his hips, you invite his fingers inside, to which he obliges. Just his index finger feels you first. Jungkook ruts against the mattress at the feeling, imagining the walls that squeeze his finger tight around his cock. Yeah, you definitely need prepping.
“But, you apologized,” you whisper to him, massaging his scalp. Your hips twitch when he adds another finger. You can’t imagine the size of him in you like this. Two of his massive fingers are enough to make you feel close to cumming around them. He’s going to be the death of you.
Pumping in and out of you, Jungkook moves his head to face yours, his nose kissing your own.
“I’m sorry,” he says once again. “I’m sorry for spilling coffee on you, and being an asshole, and making fun of your student’s art, and showing up at your work, and pissing you off, and making you hate me so much you—”
“J-Jungkook,” you stop him. It’s hard to concentrate on a response when his pace quickens with every mention of something he did wrong, as if he was getting angrier the more he realized how much he did to hurt you.
“All I wanted to do was the opposite of what I did,” he kisses your cheek. “B-But it’s hard for me to face negativity without being cocky and stupid about it. I thought that by making it worse, I could make it better.”
“What a strange tactic,” you chuckle against his cheek. Your heart thumps when he flashes you a smile, telling you with his eyes that he’d never do something like that to you ever again. “I’m proud of you.” You smile.
“S-Stop,” Jungkook adds his thumb to your clit as his fingers continue to fuck you slowly. The addition causes you to arch your back into him. Jungkook takes the opportunity to wrap his arm underneath your spine, holding you secure against his body. “You’re going to make me want to claim you if you say that kind of shit to me.”
“What if I want you to claim me?” you challenge.
Jungkook nearly growls into your neck, fighting the urge to just flip you over and ravage you. “Stop doing that to me, y/n,”
He feels your fingers start to tug at the rim of his boxers, and Jungkook can’t be any more excited to feel you around him. He presses one more finger into you before allowing you to shove his boxers halfway down his thighs.
Jungkook moans at the feeling of your soft fingers around his cock, head falling into the crevice of your neck again. His dick is red and angry and begging to fuck you hard and deep. You swirl the precum that leaks from him and circle it around his cockhead, eliciting a strained moan into the skin by your ear from the man above you. His hips jerk at the sudden movement, preparing themselves to fuck you hard and fast.
“I think I’m ready, Kook,” you whisper into his hair.
Jungkook detaches himself from your neck, standing up to quickly knock off his boxers onto the floor. He takes your calves in his hands, spreading you before his fingertips spread your pussy open slowly. Jungkook takes a long look at you. You're basically drooling from your cunt, the slick creating shiny lines off his fingers as he moves them up and off your pussy. Glistening and pulsing for him to fill you up, he knows you’re going to be a tight fit. The fact only excites him further.
He pulls himself onto the bed, pushing your thighs up with his body. Pumping his cock a few times, he lines you up with his dick, pressing his cockhead against your slick.
“You sure you want this?” he leans down to your face. Your thighs are trapped against your torso, Jungkook folding you up for him nice and good. You appreciate that he doesn’t do a thing without your consent, that he doesn’t dare to do anything unless you’re comfortable. A complete 180 from the emotionally constipated Jungkook you’ve been experiencing for the past two weeks.
You nod to him, looking into his eyes. But this doesn’t satisfy him.
“I need a verbal answer, y/n,” he kisses your cheek, dick rubbing up and down your warm entrance.
“Yes, Jungkook. I want you,” you lean into his cheek.
The feeling of his girth stretching you open is enough for you to dig your nails into the smooth skin of his back. Never in a million years did you think you’d be stretched this good.
He doesn’t go in all the way, letting you adjust to his girth before slipping his length all the way into you.
You swear his tip kisses your cervix. When he pulls out and slams back into you, you can confirm that he did, in fact, kiss it. Jungkook moans against you, gripping your hands in his own and pinning them above your head. His hips are strong, slamming into you with everything he has left in him. You’re a goddess below him, legs around his shoulders, fingers digging into the upper side of his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks as you feel all he is giving you.
“F-Faster,” you beg. Jungkook is happy to obey.
He takes your hips and flips you over, his hands pressing against the upper of your back, pushing your chest down into his sheets. Once satisfied, Jungkook firmly grabs your hips and pistons into you faster, just like you wanted. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, fingers gripping the sheets, legs twitching in resistance as he fucks into you like a madman. His nose is crunched, lip bleeding between his teeth as he tries to hold back his orgasm. Usually, he never feels ready to release this early. But, you’re the girl he’s always wanted. And now you’re in his bed, begging him to fuck you without prepping you and go faster and claim you, and—god, it's all too perfect. You’re too perfect.
Your moans are like honey in his ears, the sweetest music he’s ever heard. He slaps your ass hard—once, twice, so many times. You scream to it all, each one pushing you over the edge.
“This is mine, you hear?” he growls from behind you, gripping your ass in his hand before slapping it again. “You hear me?” he asks again, gripping your hips tighter and forcibly slapping them against his own hips. The impact makes you gush around him, your high following his forcefulness in squirts of your release. You don’t see it, but Jungkook’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight. No way did you just squirt all over his cock. Can this night get any better?
Maybe it can, because he feels his own release closely following. But he edges himself, pulling out of you to look at the mess you made instead of chasing his high.
You’re so embarrassed, digging your face into your hands as you hear him press his hand into his sopping wet duvet cover.
“I-I’m so sorry,” you whimper. You refuse to meet his eyes, even when he flips you over and sits next to your face.
“C’mere,” he pats his lap.
“Jungkook,” you whine, absolutely mortified. Is he mad? You can’t tell. He hasn’t mentioned anything about your release.
“Baby, come here,” he speaks to you with honey laced in his voice. Your heart thumps at the fact that he called you “baby”. Were your dreams coming true?
You gather yourself and weakly climb onto his lap, immediately digging your face into his shoulder.
“Was that bad? You didn’t cum,” you ask him, voice trembling into his neck. God, this is so mortifying. “I won’t do it again, I pro—”
“Like fucking hell you won’t,” he holds your waist firmly again. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen y/n,” he bites your ear. “It’s taking everything in me not to be gentle with you right now.”
Your eyes meet his hungered ones. You were wrong, and you know it not only from him saying so but also from his pulsating cock below. It is twitching and leaking with so much precum, you almost think that it is his cum itself if it weren’t for the clearness of it. And then you realize that he’s edging himself.
“I-I want this to last longer, but I don’t want to hurt you cause I—” his head falls back in a strained moan when you press a finger to his tip, playing with the precum leaking down himself. “Cause I know I will if you don’t take control of me right now…so, ride me,” he demands.
You kiss his neck, feeling lighter that you made him feel strong enough to nearly lose his control just from your orgasm. With power in your hands, you lift your hips just enough to hover your pussy over his twitching cock, sliding down slowly.
Jungkook’s hands come to your hips again, completely out of breath. “H-Holy shit, y/n,” he gasps when he stares down at his dick disappearing and reappearing as you bounce on his cock. “God, you’re going to murder me, aren’t you?”
You laugh at his comment. Although, he’s far from laughing, focusing all his energy on controlling his orgasm. Face falling into your neck, he’s mumbling things you don’t understand as you massage his sweaty scalp again. He moans at your touch, feeling overly sensitive and extremely, beyond-belief, horny. He wants to cum so bad, but he also wants this to last.
“You can cum, Kook,” you whisper into his scalp. You don’t know if you have it in you to cum again. Squirting is so powerful, and it usually takes everything out of you. But you might, considering you have the strength to ride him to no tomorrow. “It’s okay.”
“N-No,” he breathes against your neck, panting. “Can’t. Want it to last.”
“Don’t worry,” you laugh against his cheek. “I don’t plan on making you a one-night, Jungkook.”
“A-Ah,” his hips twitch into you. “I-um, ffuccck, y/n!” he sways your hips back and forth on his cock rapidly. “Y-You sure? It’s going to be a lot.”
“Mhm,” you smile down at him.
“Fuck, o-okay,” he breathes out shakily. Jungkook then bucks his hips fast into yours from underneath you, unrelenting and ruthless. You feel his hot ropes fill you up just seconds later. For what feels like a full minute of him pumping his cum into you, his face resting against your breasts in fucked-out glory.
You two rest there, letting his cum pool at the connection of your bodies while you rest against each other. What finally breaks you out of your own daze is the sound of fireworks just outside Jungkook's bedroom window.
You can see the array of colors lighting up the sky, his digital clock on his nightstand reading 12:00am.
“Hey,” you whisper into his hair, kissing his sweaty scalp. “Happy New Year.”
Jungkook detaches his cheek from your chest, bringing his face up to graze his nose against yours. Smiling into your lips he whispers,
“I’m gonna make it right, y/n. This will be our year.”
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[Bonus]
[Aecha]: Hope you got home okay.
[Aecha]: Ended up a little stuck between Hoseok’s thighs.
[Y/n]: Funny story.
[Y/n]: I never made it home last night.
[Aecha]: WHAT?!
[Aecha]: Are you okay??
[Y/n]: More than okay.
y/n sent an image
[Aecha]: No
[Aecha]: Fucking
[Aecha]: Way
[Aecha]: I—AKJDAKSJHFJKASFKLDJSAFKLJSFA!!! Y/N!!!!
[Y/n]: So like.
[Y/n]: I’m no longer a single lady?
[Aecha]: AHHHHHHHHH Y/N!!!!!
[Aecha]: JESUS DID HE LEAVE ANY INCH OF YOUR SKIN Y/S/C?!?
[Y/n]: We had a lot of…catching up to do lol.
[Aecha]: I’d say.
[Aecha]: I’m the maid of honor. Understand me?
[Y/n]: Lol. You got it.
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]
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Hii can I request a fluff slight smutt ( not really just the language ) about Jungkook reacting to yn being an idol and doing a sexy dance stage pls ? Idk if it makes sense lol
Hellloooo I’m sorry this took so long 😅 hope you like it!
Uh, yeah idk what I wrote lol
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The crowd cheers as BTS does their bows and leave the stage. Jungkook goes to his dressing room to change out of his sweat soaked outfit and prepare to leave for the night. He takes off his shirt, grabs his towel, and is ready to wipe his sweat off before before taking a glance at the TV. The next performer, solo artist, (Y/N) rises up on the elevated platform in a mini skirt and tube top that makes Jungkook halt in his actions.
The camera does a close up of her, focusing in on her eye contact with the camera, enticing Jungkook. Y/N gives a wink and blows a kiss to which makes Jungkook’s knees buckle. He steadies himself on couch beneath him and keeps his attention on her strides across the stage, her hip swaying with every step, as she waves to the crowd.
Her song’s intro starts up in the background and the fan starts to chant her name. As she sings the first words, her body is automatically moving on beat to how she’s practiced for months.
Taking her left hand and dragged it up her right arm, Y/N swipes it across her chest, momentarily pausing at her neck to give it a squeeze. Her eyes roll back and a smirk forms at her lips as she does this action, giving Jungkook dirty thoughts and wishes to what he would do to (Y/N). In his own conceded way, Jungkook thinks he’s the only one that catches her gaze. His pants grow a little tighter but he’s too focused on Y/N movements to solve his problem.
Her next dance move has her down on her knees. (Y/N)‘s hands reach for both of her thighs and she slowly pries them open, shutting them close before the cameras get a panty shot. But Jungkook’s observative, he catches the millisecond of it. The millisecond where she red lace panties show up on national television and Jungkook smirks, because he’s definitely the only one to have seen it.
As Y/N’s stage goes on the background, Jungkook changes back into comfy clothes. With 15 minutes left before his car leaves, and 5 minutes left of the performance, Jungkook goes back to where the stage crew is. He patiently waits for (Y/N) to take her bows and walk off the stage. She doesn’t see him at first, but when she does, (Y/N) automatically runs into Jungkook’s open arms.
“Did you like my performance?” She asks, a tint of flirtation laces in her words.
“Babygirl, let me show you how much I enjoyed it.”
Jungkook’s hand stays gripped around (Y/N) waist, occasionally slipping down to squeeze her ass, as they both walk back to her dressing room...
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A Writing Challenge Based On Songs!💖 - Send in your song requests please!! :)
I've been affected by a rather bad case of writer's block, so, how about you guys send me names of a few songs through the asks and I'll try to come up with a short scenario for them :)
Song name🎵 + member's name :) doesn't necessarily have to be bangtan:)
OR
Just the song name is fine if you're not looking for a fanfic/one shot. I will write single scenarios too :))
Author G <3
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When your childhood best friend confesses to you | you two as bffs (Jungkook)
finally, a long oneshot for y’all! comment anything to beat the algorithm
. Requests are open but do note that I only write fluff and angst.
. Please ignore any grammatical errors or mistakes. I don't usually proofread.
. Please refrain from plagiarism and copying my work. If inspired to my work, please DO credit me always.
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. Before you read this, please note that everything in this is NOT real and all fictional. This is based on my imagination and entertainment purposes only. If you don't want to read, please feel free to scroll and leave this. I hope you enjoy this!
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(Listen to Spring Day by BTS for a realistic experience while reading)
“Y/N! I got the drinks” The male walking towards to you with a bright smile on his face... You couldn’t be any happier by spending time with him.
The male was Jungkook. You and Jungkook were best friends ever since childhood.
That one spring period, you thought you would be alone forever and there, Jungkook who came out of nowhere who became your playmate while playing with the wonderful flowers and amazing trees with a joyful sun to fit in.
After your play with him then, Jungkook asked you if he can play with you again and meet with the place you two are currently in, “The safe and comfort place.”
You two would always meet up there when you wanted to talk or even play with him there. You couldn’t believe that your childhood best friend is one of the people in your life you’re grateful to have and until now, both of you are in the graduating year in college already.
Jungkook invited you for a talk and chat along with some drinks since his graduation is next month. You were happy to hear that he’s going to graduate also.
There’s also this type of feeling, let’s say. That you are feeling for Jungkook for the past years... You fell in love. That feeling you thought never would be felt inside of your heart and now, look at you - Fell in love with his best friend.
But, you don’t know how to confess what you really felt with him.
Present time... (right now) :
“Hey Kook! You got the drinks already?”
“Yup! I bought them across the road but it was worth it”
We both laughed at each other, enjoying the moment right now. He opened the drinks so you both could drink it. While drinking, you two talked and chat.
“So... Jungkook, Your graduation is next month, ay?” You asked Jungkook.
“Yeah, I’m excited since I’ll be getting my degree and then, make my career come true!” He exclaimed happily. You were proud of him, You wanted to visit him every day then even just per week, that’s okay but, since Jungkook lives quite far from your home, you two decided to meet up every year’s spring period.
“Um.. how about you? How have you been doing lately?” Jungkook now asked you.
“Oh, I’m alright Kook.” You replied.
He suddenly asked, “Y/N... I think we might not meet every spring after my graduation that much” He said, his head was down while you were shocked by his statement.
You knew this day would come. You both will be separated soon and most likely, not meet-up or talk anymore.
“Oh.. so no meet-ups during every spring period, Jungkook..?” You said in a small but sad tone to him.
He sighed and finally spoke up,
“Probably yes or not, it depends. But, Y/N, I have to something to tell you first.” He said to me. I was curious on what he was going to say.
“Yes?”
“Since childhood, It feels like spending my time with you is one of the best things that I did in my life and I was thankful to meet you in a regular and normal spring period back in the 90s, we were young, now almost graduates, Thank you Y/N for being always by my side when I needed you, making me laugh or smile when I’m at my worst, or making me feel like you’re the best decision I ever made. I fell in love with you. You made me fall in love with you all these years, I have been keeping all these emotions and feelings I’ve felt deep inside now I just wanna confess all of these to you... Y/N.”
Jungkook confessed to you. He confessed the same way you felt ever since! You two were in love all these time after all, but none of you spoke nothing as only just “best friends”. But - can best friends turn into lovers? Of course.
“I- I feel the same way too Jungkook..” You also finally confessed to him and with that,
He kissed you - on your soft and cherry lips. Both of your lips cherished one another full of love. You wanted this to happen, and right now it’s finally happening. And, you kissed him back.
His right hand caressing your small, tiny waist while the other hand is also caressing your small cheek. Your hands are wrapped all around his neck and went up to his fluffy hair to calm and guide him during the kissing session.
After a while, you two stopped due to lack of oxygen.
“I love you Y/N forever” He said directly to me while admiring my face and my swollen lips after the passionate yet rough kiss earlier.
“I love you too Jungkook” You also said to him and pecked his forehead.
“How can we do meet-ups once again after you graduate?” You asked Jungkook.
“We are going to be a long distance couple, my y/nie ~”
You nodded at his statement happily and agreed with him. You spoke up,
“We can do this, right?”
“We both can do this, my love. We will still continue our love story here every spring, This is just the beginning."
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@ stillwithkook7
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Hennessy
Synopsis: You didn’t think your one drunken mistake from 3 years ago involving your best friend’s younger brother would come back and flip your world upside down, but hey, life is funny that way right?
Pairing: Latina Y/N x Jungkook
Narrative: First Person Y/N
Side Ships: Hoseok x OC, Jin x OC
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Status: ongoing
Updates: whenever I’m motivated to write...lol but hopefully every Thursday night
A/N: I’ve been meaning to write this for a minute. Not enough Latin x BTS AUs out here so I gotta feed my own fantasies 🤪. So far I have an outline consisting of 7 parts but tbh we’ll see what my brain comes up with lol. Send me an ask if you have questions/comments/ideas etc 🤧
Part I
Part II
Part III coming soon
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Intertwined - Chapter 3
Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader
Genre: fluff, (eventual) smut, angst? Slice of life, age gap (reader is older than JK), Idol!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: Descriptive sexual activities, penetrative sex (minors please don’t read!)
Word Count: 5.7k
Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me! This is a pure fiction and none of the content in this is reflecting on how the members are in real life. Please be wise.
Summary: Jungkook is a superstar, y/n is a divorcee, two unlikeable worlds colliding with the love of music and deep talk, but life is not always a fairytale right?
A/N: Hi guys, so this chapter will contain a sex scene so please beware for those under the age of 18 I strongly suggest not to read this okay? Otherwise please have fun!! and also I hope you guys enjoy the story! Happy reading!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Y/N POV
These past 3 weeks had been surreal. Jungkook and I had been constantly talking, by text, by phone. One day it’s just a simple text of asking how we are doing that day, and some days it was intense discussion on many things. Mostly topics I was discussing on air. He’d been listening to most of my broadcast, and afterwards, he’d text or call me to share his own thoughts. A few times I also shared with him some stories my listeners had sent me via emails.
“It’s still feels weird to me how you are so fascinated on these stories.” I stared at my room’s ceiling, shadows of the tree’s rustling from outside outlines. My phone illuminating from the pillow, just beside my head. I put the call on speaker.
“I don’t know, maybe because I can’t experience much in terms of socializing I guess.” Jungkook replied. “I don’t think I’ll be able to experience half of these people are facing in my lifetime.” I could sense just a hint of sadness in his voice. It breaks my heart.
“Hey, don’t say that, you’re so young, you still have many years to live life to the fullest.” I tried cheering him up.
He chuckled lightly. “Now I’ll sound like ungrateful brat, but I do miss living a normal life sometimes. Getting into the crowded subway in rush hour, dancing with others while watching my favourite band performs, lining up and getting excited for a new ride at Disneyland, going out for a movie date…” His voice trailing into the last sentence.
“I’m sorry Jungkook, I can’t imagine how it feels… I don’t care about the ungrateful part; hardship is hardship whenever you’re going through it.”
It was silence for a while. I felt like we are contemplating in our own deep thoughts, but we knew that we were not finished talking yet. My current favourite song playing softly in the background. Keshi’s Less Of You. Since Ae Ra is currently with Seo Jun, I could put on a song to accompany me at night.
“When you come home… I just got over being less of you…” Jungkook sang along with the chorus. Oh to have him singing like this I felt like I could just go to sleep peacefully. One of the things I have been struggling with. Sleep for 8 hours straight without anything weighing on my mind.
“Hey.”
I woke up from my thoughts. “Hey.”
“Do you have any plans tomorrow night?” He asked. “There’s no Heal and Chill’s schedule right?”
“Yup, I only have to work at the café until around 6PM.”
“Ae Ra is with your ex?��
“Yes, I’ll pick her up the day after tomorrow. Why?” I tried to hold back my curiosity. Part of me wishing I could see him again, but another part of me wished that I don’t. It’s hard enough reminding myself everyday that whatever this is, should not, or would not go beyond friendship, brother-sister type of relationship. He’s Jeon Jungkook, why would he be with me out of thousands, or millions younger beautiful girls out there.
“Let me cook you something. You’ve been telling me how you wanted to just chill, listening to some music, eat good food. I don’t think I can take you out right now, so how about I’ll cook you dinner at my apartment and we can listen to music and just talk?”
My heart beats so loud I’m afraid he could hear through the phone. “Uhm, okay, will Jimin be okay with me coming over?”
Jungkook cleared his throat. “He’ll be going back to Busan tomorrow to see his parents.”
I put my left hand over my chest, hoping it will calm my beating heart. Please don’t get too excited heart, this is not what you think it is, it will never be.
“Okay.” I said. Hopeful that he didn’t hear my nervousness.
“I’ll pick you up at your house 7PM, is that okay?”
“Sounds great.” I glanced at my clock on the wall. It’s 1AM already. “Jungkook, I think I need to go to bed now, I have to get up early for tomorrow.”
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Y/N.”
“Good night, Kook.”
He chuckled. “I like that.”
“Like what?” I asked curiously.
“When you call me Kook.”
JK POV
The clock turned 7:00 sharp when I arrived in front of Y/N’s house. Thank God today’s schedule finished just in time with no delay. We were shooting for our variety show and most of the time it wouldn’t be finished on time. However, today’s everything went smoothly. I remembered Seokjin asked me earlier why I was such in a rush after we finished the shoot.
“Jungkook-ah, where are you going? Lets get samgyeopsal for dinner.”
“Sorry hyung I have somewhere to go.” I put my notes and Bluetooth headphone inside my backpack and rushed out of the studio, leaving Seokjin and Taehyung in puzzled face.
I got out of my thoughts when I heard someone knocked on the car’s window. It’s Y/N wearing a beret and a mask. I could see her eyes twinkling. I gestured her to back up a little as I’m opening my car door.
“Hey.” She said. “You’re deep in thoughts.”
“Hey, sorry.” I scratched head in the back while grinning sheepishly behind my mask. I looked at her carrying a groceries bag. “What do you have there?” As I moved forward and took the bag from her right hand.
“Since you said you’ll make me dinner, I’ll make you a chocolate pannacota for dessert.” She answered while she made her way to the passenger seat.
My eyes light up on the word dessert. “I’d love that!”
Y/N POV
I don’t know what to expect from a bachelor pad of two young successful artist like Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin. A modern sleek all black interior? Over the top arts displaying aggressively? A pet tiger? But the moment he let me in their apartment, all those thoughts went away.
It was quite the opposite. It was sleek alright, but it’s mostly in white and creamy beige colors, hints of woods here and there adding warmth into the space. A large crème leather sofa took most of the space in the living room, facing a very big flatscreen TV. I noticed some gaming consoles on the TV drawer. A fluffy brown faux fur carpet decorating the space underneath the coffee table. On the right side, the kitchen set was mostly white sleek cabinets and kitchen island, with greyish marble countertop. I could see also some plants here and there, tying up the cozy feeling of the place.
Jungkook clicked on a monitor display besides the entrance door and I could hear music started playing. I looked around the ceiling trying to pinpoint where the speakers are.
“It came from the speaker near the TV, the first thing I bought when moving into this place is the sound system.” He answered my unspoken question. I let out a small laugh and turned to him.
“As I said, I could not live without music, and good music needs to be heard with the best quality.” He winked.
The next 30 minutes we spent in the kitchen. Jungkook was busy going back and forth between his ipad and the stove to ensure the recipes is correct while making us a budae jjigae. While I’m also keeping busy preparing my chocolate pannacota.
As I set few glass cups of pannacota into the fridge. Jungkook also had finished preparing the meal and set down two bowls of rice on the dinner table.
“Y/N, the meal’s ready, let’s eat.” He took of his apron and pulled out a chair, motioning me to sit down. He then sat down at the next chair.
“I hope this tastes okay, I have made this several times for the members and always get the compliments.” He smiled sheepishly.
“This smells amazing! I’m sure it’ll taste the same as it smells.” I grinned widely and took his bowl to fill it with the soup. He looked a bit surprised.
“Why the surprise face Kook?” I tried to fill out his bowl with as many toppings as I could.
“Nah it’s just I’m usually the one filling out the bowls for all the members since I’m the youngest.” He took the bowl I handed to him and mouthed a Thank You.
We enjoyed the meal thoroughly, it was really good and fulfilling, keeping our tummies warm. I stood up and started gathering our used bowls and chopsticks when Jungkook’s hand held my wrist. “Hey, you’re the guest, just sit down there on the sofa and I’ll join you in a while.”
I smiled at him and shook my head. “No, you’ve cooked me the meal, let me put this in the kitchen sink. You sit down on the couch and I’ll bring the dessert. I insist.” I emphasized my last sentence with a determined look and he gave up.
A few minutes later I brought the two cups of pannacota and walked into the living room. I saw Jungkook sat there adjusting the volume of the sound system on his remote. Dhruv’s Double Take started to play.
Jungkook looked up at me and patted the space besides him, gesturing me to sit down. I plopped down beside him and handed him one of the glass cup. He smiled widely and started digging in.
“Have I told you I love dessert too much for my own good?” He flashed his bunny smile. “And this is so good.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, it’s so easy, I’ll make you more if you like it that much.”
“Oh but then the hour I have to pay at the gym for this.” He whined.
“Come on Kook, you already look so good, don’t push yourself too hard.”
He softly smiled. “Yeah it’s just sometimes I feel like a responsibility to keep up the image. Everyone had been saying the same thing, that I’m just overthinking it.”
“Well I can understand what you’re saying though, my ex had been telling me how I’m my biggest critic, that I’m too hard on myself.” I said as I put my empty cup on the coffee table.
Jungkook also placed his finished cup on the table. He crossed his legs on the sofa and faced me comfortably. Seeing him getting comfortable, I followed him and put my legs up, my arms leaning sideways to the sofa headrest so that we are face to face.
“How is that?” He asked.
“Well, I told myself when I split up with Seo Jun, that I wanted to live my life with more fulfillness, I had been working so hard before, putting everyone else’s priority before mine, I was starting to lose my grip.” My eyes drifted at the big window behind Jungkook.
“I breathed but didn’t feel like living. I felt numb with everyone’s touch on my skin. I didn’t realize who I was anymore when I saw my reflection in the mirror.” I held back a tear that was threatening to roll down my cheeks.
“I yearned to live. Seo Jun is a nice guy, too nice almost.” I chuckled. “But I yearned for someone to go on an adventure in life, discuss and talk with me, about dreams and hopes. I guess we just like different things.” I sighed.
Jungkook looked at me with a look I couldn’t describe, a curiosity, but also affections?
“How different?” He asked.
“Well, for starters, I wished he’d took me out really.” I smiled. “I love dancing, I love music, maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic, but I have always wanted to slow dance with my partner, but even we didn’t do that at our wedding.” I sniffled.
Daniel Caesar feat. H.E.R’s Best Part came to play. I smiled weakly and just about to wipe my eyes because I could feel it watering when Jungkook stood up suddenly and stretched out his right arms in front of me.
“Come on let’s dance.” He gave me a soft smile.
I took his hand and got up. He asked my eyes for permission as he started to circle my waist. I nodded to him and he pulled me closer. His left hand took my right and put it on his shoulder. My heart beating so hard, I was so afraid to look him in the eyes. He could sense my uncertainty leaned his face forward to whisper in my right ear.
“Relax. Cry if you want to, or smile if you want to, don’t mind me at all, I’m here for you.”
With that said I could not hold my tears any longer and sobbed. I leaned my head on his chest and he pulled me in a hug. We swayed a little following the song.
“You deserve to be happy Y/N. You’re not responsible for anyone’s happiness besides Ae Ra.” He whispered. I nodded weakly. My tears staining Jungkook’s shirt.
I looked up to him, his eyes softening while his hand trying to wipe the tears from my cheeks. My right hand tried to wipe away the wet spots on his shirt.
“I’m sorry for being such a mess.” I sniffled.
He smiled softly. “No, you’re human. We are all, and we deserve a good cry from time to time.”
I looked deeply in his eyes and found nothing but sincerity. He’s 7 years younger than I am but never did he acted like one. It must have been hard. He must have had to grow up faster than he should be and it must have left a hole somewhere inside of him.
I touched his chest lightly. “Jungkook, tell me what pains you.”
I could feel him stiffening a bit. He must have been taken aback by my words. I searched for answer in his eyes and he lowered his gaze. He stuttered a bit. “Besides the member and my mom, no one had asked me that. And I have never really answer it.”
To my surprise, he grazed my hair lightly. “I’m so scared of letting people down. I feel like now that I got so many eyes on me, one mistake, one misbehaviour and everything might collapse. It had been so tiring walking on these eggshells.”
“Me reaching out for you was not a wise idea.” He sighed while I felt my breath a little bit hitched on my throat. I knew this. I should have been the wiser one, but no, I was too mesmerized by him that I threw away all my senses.
He pulled up my chin so I could look him in the eye. “I gotta be honest, I don’t know yet how to approach this Y/N. I’m struggling inside, I don’t want to disrespect you, yet, I don’t think I can let you just pass by my life.”
My eyes went wide. What does he mean by disrespecting me? And why does this confuse him if it means we’re just friends.
“Jungkook I’m sorry, I should have been more aware with your situation and doesn’t complicate this. I tried to pull back from him but I could feel him tightening his embrace on my waist. “I should have been wiser considering I’m older.”
“Y/N, please… Noona, please…” He put his finger on my lips. “It’s hard enough for me to comprehend this. Even though that means nothing to me. Nothing.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
He caressed my left cheek gently. I could feel myself shivering from his touch. I know what he meant but I didn’t want to believe it.
“Me being younger than you.” He didn’t stop caressing my cheek. “All I’m thinking about is whether you’ll feel disrespected by me.”
“How am I feel disrespected?” I closed my eyes and leaned more on his hands enveloping my cheek. “When it feels this good.”
“Because I’ll feel like kissing you, and more…” He sighed.
I opened my eyes and could feel my heart pounded against my chest. I have never felt this crave in so long. I reached out to caress his cheek in return to make him look at me in the eyes.
“For what it’s worth. I feel the same way, Kook.”
And with that sentence, he crashed his lips into mine. Gently, subtly. It felt like an electric shockwave throughout my body. His lips felt so soft against mine, we chased each other’s like our life depending on it. However somehow, I could not hold back of the pain seeping inside me. This felt so good, so right. Being with him felt so right in many aspects, yet, it also felt so wrong. Tears started streaming down my eyes.
Jungkook opened his eyes and pulled back a little when he felt the salty liquid down my face. He searched for my eyes which I kept closed from the moment his lips touched mine.
“Hey, do I hurt you? Baby, please don’t cry.” He wiped away my tears with his thumb.
I could feel the pain stung harder hearing him calling me baby, resulting to me sobbing more uncontrollably.
“Baby, baby tell me what’s wrong?” His voice soft but still hinted a little bit of panic.
I eventually looked him in the eyes. “It’s been a while since I feel this happy and alive, but at the same time, I know that...” My breath hitched a little. “I know that I shouldn’t hope for anything.”
Jungkook took me to his embrace, he held me so tightly. “Y/N I don’t care about your past, your age, whatever it is baggage you’re bringing, maybe I should warn you too that I’m also carrying around my baggage, but I swear to God, I don’t want to let you go.”
“What should we do, Kook? I’m just a regular person, not much it could affected me as much as it will affects you.” I said weakly.
“Don’t you worry about that.” He cupped my cheeks with his warm big hands. He looked at me reassuringly. “As long as you are okay being with a kid like me.”
“You said it yourself that you’re a grown up 24 year old man, why would you say that again?” I pouted.
“Because I feel insecure. What if you find me too childish? While I want to be that man for you.”
I chuckled. “Being manly is overrated Kook. I mean you can look the manliest man but then you go and abuse your partner, how is that called a man?”
He smiled lightly. “I see your point there.”
“Besides, I’m looking for someone who could make me feel alive, so far, you’ve been doing just that.”
“How so?” He asked curiously and whatever came over me being this bold I could not fathom. I took his tattooed right hand and put it in my chest, against my heart. It hadn’t stopped pounding from the moment he took me to his embrace.
“This had not been working this hard for quite a long time, Kook. You brought me to life.”
JK POV
The moment she put my hand over her chest, all the insecurities and worries I had been feeling were thrown outside the window. I knew how it feels to crave for someone, but this goes beyond physical desire. I have never felt the need to protect someone and to please someone as much I am right now with Y/N in my arms. The way we communicated, the way she talked with me, feels like I’m enveloped in a warm blanket, while at the same time, free as a bird flying around.
She made me wanted to talk about many things because I could see she genuinely interested. Never one topic made her flinched. Never one opinion she shared feels like judging. She always tries to find the other angle, trying to find the other perspective. It sometimes hurt me, feeling like she always has to make sure people around her feels safe. Then who will keep her safe and secure with her own thoughts?
“Baby, will you let me show you the man I could be?” I searched her eyes for any doubt, any hesitance, but found none. I could only find a desire, matching with mine.
She answered me by standing on her tiptoes and locked her lips into mine. I put my hands under her thighs and whispered. “Jump.” She then locked her legs around my waist and I carried her to my room. I pushed the door open with my right leg and walked towards the king size bed. I put her down slowly on the edge of the bed.
I got down on my knees and separated my lips. She looked at me questionably. I positioned myself between her legs and cupped her chin, chasing her lips again, now tugging at her bottom lips, asking for permission for my tongue to finally explore hers.
I could feel her hands on the back of my head, squeezing my hair here and there. I ran my hands up and down her jeans clothed thighs. Her hands travelled down my neck and slowly coming down my chest. She fiddled with the top button of my shirt, but I didn’t feel her opening it up.
I separated our lips and arched my eyebrow. I could see her cheeks turned bright red while her hand still lingered on my button. She lowered her gaze to avoid my eyes, she looked shy. I cover her hand and guided her to unbutton it slowly. “Do whatever you want baby.” I said to her while still guiding her hand unbuttoning my shirt one by one.
I could see her concern subsided little by little when we reached the last button. She raised her hands underneath my shirt onto my shoulders, slowly slipping it off. I shrugged it away to the floor and continue chasing her lips. My hands reached her buttoned up blouse and started to unbutton hers while my lips sliding down to her neck. I heard her gasped and mewl under my touch, sending boiling heat towards my lower region. Her fingers tracing down my back going back and forth.
“Jungkook…” I heard her moan.
“Hmm? Do you want me to stop?” I slipped her blouse off and palmed her bra clothed breast.
“No…” she stuttered. “Feels so good…”
I smirked against her neck, sucking on the skin there, leaving it glistening red. My hands then travelled to her jeans button and pulled her zipper down. She raised her hips to let me slide it off of her legs. Our heavy breathes fulfilled the room clouding with desire. Chase Atlantic’s Tidal Wave played faintly in the background.
“You’re so beautiful.” Looking at her milky white skin against my navy bed sheet. I stood up on my feet and started to unbutton and loosened my jeans, leaving me in my boxer.
Y/N POV
My whole body felt like it’s burning. Jungkook hovered over me in only his boxer. I could still see his toned abs and pecks even when the room is dimmed. He then went back to his knees, positioned himself between my legs. I tried to close my legs in reflex, but his strong hands held back my thighs. “May I?” He asked while one hand went to took off my panties. I could only nod in return.
I could not hold back a gasp when I saw his head lowering into my crotch. He licked a long strip and sucked lightly on my clit. My back arched from the bed while I held the bedsheet tightly between my fingers. Then the journey started, slowly like a rollercoaster, it kept going up and up until I felt like something is about to explode inside of me, like a firework about to shoot up. And when it finally did, I thrashed my head sideways and held my voice against the bedsheet, my breathing was out of control.
I could feel him leaving my heat and the sight of him licking his lips off of my release triggered another desire inside of me. Sweat glistening on my forehead even though the aircon was on. I could not find any words to say but to reach my hands out to his face. I wanted to kiss him so badly.
Jungkook saw me struggling and gently pushed me back into the bed while giving me his warmest smile. He then kissed my jaw while exploring my chest with his hands. While the hands are soft to the touch, I could feel some rough skin here and there. It made me crave more of his touch.
My core started to burn with desire again as I felt his bulge against me. Timidly, I held his boxer’s line and try to slide it down, I need to touch him. I whimpered when his mouth enveloped my right breast, his hand slowly cupping my dripping core.
“Jungkook please…”
“Tell me what you want baby.”
I pulled his hair lightly, cupped his cheek to kiss him fully on the lips. “I want you, so much.” I said through hooded eyes. Whatever the future will be, whatever this will be, this desire between us could not be held any longer.
“I know.” He said confidently. Of course he knew I could feel how wet I was down there and he had been stroking his long fingers around it lazily. “What do you want me to do baby? Tell me.”
I have never been vocal during sex. Well since I only did it with 2 different people before. My high school boyfriend, and Seo Jun of course. They were never vocal during sex, it was just a plain standard love making regime if I might say. Deep inside, I did crave for more. Now that Jungkook offered me this kind of experience, the desire I felt inside doubled, even tripled if possible.
“I want you to fuck me…” I whimpered.
I could feel his smirk against my skin. “Good, cause I really want you too.” With that said he plunged his finger inside of me. Pleasure started to build again inside as I moved my hips to match his hand movement. He added a second finger and I gasped rather loudly. I knew that I was close but I don’t want to cum just yet. I held his wrist to stop him.
“Jungkook, please…”
He stopped his kisses and looked at me questionably. “I want to cum around you…” I said with ragged breath. Jungkook got up on his knees, reaching out his bedside table to pull out a condom. Feeling bold, I sat up and took the foil package from his hand. I ripped it open and looked up at him, licking my lips. He run his thumb across my lips and cursed under his breath. I tugged down his boxer brief and he threw it away. I reached out to his erected length, gave it a few pumps as he grunted. “Baby, please…”
I put the condom around his length and kiss the tip. Jungkook cupped my cheek and kissed me deeply, my back met the fluffy mattress. He stopped his kisses and touched our forehead together, looking into my eyes deeply. I could hear his heart beating from our closeness. With his hand guiding, he pushed his length inside me, slowly.
I gasped at the friction. It stung, considering I haven’t had sex for a long time. Jungkook could feel me holding back pain, peppering my face with sweet kisses. “I’m sorry baby, should we stop here?”
I squeezed his hard biceps. “It’s okay, just go slow please.” I chased his lips for another kiss. He nodded and started to move slowly inside. He massaged my breast with his right hand, while the other hand supported his body to not crash me underneath. I could feel myself getting wetter and this made it easier for him to move without causing me pain.
Jungkook closed his eyes and bit his lower lips. I could feel him holding back his movement. “Fuck me, Kook.” I breathed, rolling my hips against him. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” He praised while starting to thrust his hips, pulling out just to his tips and pushing back in. I could not hold back moans after moans for this pleasure I haven’t had for so long. He hit my spots in places I never knew I had, and this drives me crazy.
Jungkook stopped his movement. “Can you get on all fours for me baby?” He helped me turn over and pushed my back gently, my chest met with the soft sheet underneath. He pulled my ass back and caressed it slowly, peppering kisses down my spine. I put my head sideways, gripping the sheets tightly as he started to enter me again from behind. How could it feel even better than before?
I could feel my walls clenching as my release is near. This causing a grunt from Jungkook. “Cum for me baby come on.” He dropped himself on top of me, fingers intertwined with mine as his thrust went faster and harder. The knot on my stomach came undone as I moaned his name. I mewled sensitively as he kept on the pace. “Jungkook-ah…” I searched for him and he kissed me sloppily, and finally came with a few deep thrusts. He slipped off of me gently, took off and tied up the condom before disposing it.
I tried to calm down my breaths as I moved to my back, trying to find his blanket with my hands. Feels weird but I couldn’t help to feel shy lying naked in his bed, even after what we’ve done. Jungkook realized what I was searching and pulled his blanket over my body, he joined me inside, pulled me in into his embrace. He kissed the top of my head under his chin. “That was amazing.” He squeezed my forearm.
I looked up at him, his bangs are sweaty on his forehead, lips swollen pink, his tattoos went all the way from his right hand, to his right sleeves, up to just under his shoulder, contrasting with his white skin. He looked so beautiful. “Was it good for you?” I asked shyly.
He pulled up my chin and kissed me fully on the lips. “As I said, that was AMAZING.”
I still looked away from his gaze. Insecurities came over me. I had a kid for God’s sake. He must have had partners way hotter and sexier than I was. I suddenly remembered the stretch marks on my stomach, on my thighs, I clutched the blanket tighter.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He kissed my temple slowly.
“I just remembered all my stretch marks.” I grinned sheepishly.
Jungkook held me closer and chuckled lightly. “I didn’t even see it, even if I did, I don’t care, you felt too good none of that matters.”
“I gave birth to a child from there Kook.” I covered my face with both hands. “It must have felt different and disgusting.”
“Hey, stop that. You are beautiful.” He kissed my forehead. “Besides if it’s not good, I would never cum.” I punched his bare chest playfully as my cheeks turned red. It was amazing of course for me.
“I have never came twice. I barely even could came once.” I said as I made myself comfortable against his chest. Laying back on the bed.
“Really?” His fingers caressing the skin of my forearm. “Did you told your partner about it?”
“No. I always think it would ruin their male ego.”
Jungkook scoffed. “I can understand, I mean many guys out there assuming they’re the best in bed, some even parading around their conquest. Talking as if these women don’t have names and feelings.”
I took his right hand, lightly tracing his tattoos one by one. “You have friends who does that?”
“Yeah, some guys I knew from here and there. It’s not easy socializing with my schedule and all. Most of the time my friends are my brothers, the members. But sometimes I also wanted to go out and meet new people.”
“I’m sorry for you Kook.” I kissed his purple heart tattoo lightly.
“It’s okay. I have gained more than I lost, that’s my mantra everytime I feel like that.”
“So you reaching out to me was another moment of you wanting to meet new people?” I asked.
Jungkook scrunched his nose lightly. “I guess so. At that time I felt stuck. I have to write new song but feels like I don’t have any inspiration at all. Namjoon hyung advised me to go out, experience life, and he was the one mentioning try to listen to radio.”
I smiled quietly. All of this happened because Namjoon had suggested one thing. Jungkook decided to give it a try. Funny how universe works.
“Kook, why do you love music so much? Has it always been like that since you were a kid?”
“Hmm… my mom loved music so our house was almost always filled with music, she plays the piano also. I guess just the upbringing of hearing music since I started to walk. Then, growing up, I have always found it easier expressing my feelings with music.”
I nodded in agreement. “I do too. I always think music had always helped me expressing my feelings, I have to always listening to music whenever I feel angry, it helps me calm down. It’s the cheapest therapy for me.” I absentmindedly entwining our hands together. Jungkook squeezed my hand tightly.
“One of the things why I felt so attracted to you, I could feel your love for music, almost as much as I do.” He added. Warmth seeping through my heart, knowing that this connection between us, felt so real and reciprocated. I’ve been wanting someone to share my thoughts with, someone who shares the same interest with me, someone who could light that fire of desire inside of me. I sat up and looked at this man. Why are you so perfect to me?
“Do you want another pannacota?” I asked.
“Sex and dessert? God, aren’t you perfect?” He gave me a peck and his bunny smile.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading Intertwined so far! Your comments and feedbacks are welcome :) pls do let me know if you enjoyed the story!! Will update chapter 4 soon! Thanksss
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is he a youth medium?
sevendutchies
“And I set no limits on that love.”