#new jungkook fic
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boy's a liar
summary: you've been at odds with the crown prince ever since you were children, but feelings change and the light you see him in changes too. how long can you keep up this pretense of hatred?
word count: 3.7k
warnings: cherry!koo bc that deserves a warning, kind of some emotional constipation?, explicit smut– b**bie fondling, or*l f receiving, f-ngering, missionary, hitting it from the back, unprotected s*x (you better not), dw theres aftercare :)
what's the point of crying? it was never even love
did you ever want me? was i ever good enough?
You hate how good he looks right now, simply leaning against the wall, an aloof smile on his pretty face as he holds court with his infuriating charm and ever bright personality. The dukes and duchesses eat up his every admission and hang onto every word of his sentences, making you roll your eyes as you watch them from across the room.
He holds a fluke of champagne in his hand, half full despite your knowing of his dislike of the liquor.
As if feeling your gaze on him, his eyes lift and wander curiously across the room before meeting yours. Expecting you to back down and look away, a look of pleasant surprise comes across his face when you hold his stare.
Your heart skips under his watchful gaze, his eyes caressing your skin from the tips of your fingers to your covered shoulders and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
His eyes flick back up to yours, and you realise that not once throughout his assessment of you did he pause his conversation with his company. His mouth continues to move and the men and women crowded around him take no notice that his attention is elsewhere- on you.
A manicured hand slides up his chest, pretentious and outright trying to state its claim on him.
You'd seen her pin straight blonde hair before, at balls and other social events, but she never deserved more than a polite smile from you- she was just another social climber wrapped in faux elegance.
His face betrays no emotion, but his eyes hold yours from across the room as if gauging your reaction. He watches you lazily with an air of arrogance, and your hands buzz with the desire to slap him across his irritating face.
As if you could care less who he had on his arm.
You regard each other, waiting to see who will look away first.
It won't be you.
His mouth tugs up in a smile, as if sensing the fire burning within you, which burns infinitely hotter seeing his amused face.
Damn him.
"This looks like the most intense staring contest I've ever seen."
Dark eyes move away first, his attention fixing back on his company and you smile as you turn to the deep voice.
"Namjoon," you nod up at the tall duke.
His dimple peeks out as he smiles down at you, making a comment about how comfortable you look perched on the couch before joining you.
"So what's with you and the prince? I can feel the sexual tension rolling off of you."
Ever the playful instigator, you roll your eyes at his blatant need to gossip.
You've known Namjoon since you were both children, before you had to wear the burden of responsibility that came with your nobilities. When you could play around in the courtyard or sneak into the kitchen and steal from the cookie jar.
Growing up together, you knew you could always depend on him to run away with you from the over-the-top galas or the boring dinners.
While the socialites interacted amongst themselves, the two of you would be in the corner of the room judging anyone and everyone.
There was a small circle of people you considered acquaintances, and an even smaller circle of people you could call friends.
But you'd take a handful of genuine people over dozens of superficial friendships anyway.
"Nothing's up with us, you know how much I hate him."
Namjoon regards you with a skeptical look that you ignore, waving down one of the catering staff and plucking an hors d'oeuvres off the tray.
"I'm not buying it," he hums, taking one for himself.
"I see the way you've been looking at each other lately- it definitely doesn't look like hate."
You narrow your eyes at him, despite wondering yourself how much truth his words carry.
Perhaps it was because he knew you so well, knew of the mutual dislike you and the prince held for each other ever since you were children.
In all honesty, you're not sure where exactly your indifference came from but for as long as you can remember, the crown prince has always been the one you find yourself bantering with.
Although you don't carry any real enmity towards him, you found it easier to annoy each other with jabs and jests than to not.
He was the crown prince, and while you held a title of nobility yourself, he was always just one level above you, he always would be.
Perhaps it was the fact that he knew how important he was, or at least carried himself that way. He was expected to act a certain way, and while he did most of the time, he also liked to rebel in the smallest of ways, pushing boundaries until someone was bound to break.
But he was a royal, very few people could touch him, and he knew that. He knew he was untouchable.
He liked to play games, finding the most amusement in playing them with you. So casually cruel in the name of being honest, his favourite pastime was riling you up until you'd snap at him, enjoying your fire when it was directed at him.
As children, it was all fairly innocent- he'd pull on your braids and you'd steal his extra piece of panna cotta when he wasn't looking. As you got older, more avenues opened up for you to mess with each other.
Every courtier or suitor would be driven away by the prince's incessant meddling, spewing lies about how you grew horns and turned into a beast at night or that your farts smelled like mouldy bread. While no one actually believed him, you never heard back from them after the night.
It's almost comical how palace staff are warned when the two of you are under the same roof, made to be weary of the ultimate prank war that you've been in your whole lives.
Endless teasing and outright arrogance made his face ever so punchable.
While you ran in the same tight-knit circle and saw each other more often than not, you weren't as close as you were with the others.
Now that you were older, more responsibility weighed you down, and you were both expected to play your parts.
The ever obedient daughter, you played yours while Jungkook got to mess around and spew nonsense about his duties that everyone ate up because they weren't exactly listening, too busy fawning over his charming looks and playboy personality.
It didn't help that he was actually good looking.
Thinking back to Namjoon's words, you wonder how that could ever be true. If anything, after the events that had perspired a few weeks ago, he should only be able to see the absolute bitterness in your eyes when you see the crown prince.
"Trust me, Joon, we're definitely not in love."
The buzz of the ballroom was finally beginning to dwindle, dukes and marquesses alike starting to call it a night, bidding their goodbyes to the royal family before making their way out.
You'd spent most of the night with Namjoon, snickering as you watched people bend over backwards trying to force some semblance of elegance.
The corridors were empty now, save for the staff passing through packing up the event.
After using the washroom, you wander down the hallways, the lighting dim enough to confuse your tired and faintly tipsy brain.
Turning one of the corners, you stop short upon seeing a certain head of dark hair leaning against the opposite wall.
"Your highness," you bow, miscalculating the action and fumbling slightly before you right yourself, giggling quietly to yourself.
Was it your imagination or did the prince's arms flinch forward as if ready to catch you?
"So formal," the prince murmurs, standing upright and stalking forwards to where you were stood.
He offers his arm and for some reason you hesitate, wondering whether touching him was a particularly good idea. But then he gazes down at you with those soft eyes, no malice hidden behind them, and you find yourself taking his arm anyway.
"I'll escort you to your room."
"How noble of you."
"You know me, always saving pretty damsels and slaying dragons."
You snicker. He laughs.
The endless walk through the corridors is silent, neither of you having anything of real importance to say to each other.
The question of why the prince had been in the corridor in the first place lingers in your mind, but you've come to know better than to expect him to answer your questions.
When you reach the landing of the third floor, the prince's steps slow until you've reached just outside your door.
You open it without a word, strolling inside, ready to be done with the night and sleep all the way through to brunch.
The prince lingers in the doorway and you see him thinking over something in his head through the reflection of your vanity mirror.
"What is it Jungkook?"
The use of his name so casually has him turning his head up at you, a grin forming on his face.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe.
His eyes follow you as you toe off your shoes, throwing them rather carelessly to the foot of your dresser. Sitting down at your vanity, you grab a wipe, swiping at your eyes to remove your makeup as you contemplate your answer.
"You know how I feel about those social events," you say.
He did.
On the off chance you felt like getting along, the two of you would sneak away in the middle of galas or dinners, running off to the gardens under the cover of darkness and hiding where no one could find you.
Just for a few hours, you could leave behind all the ass kissing and artificiality and pretend that you weren't who you were.
You'd skip rocks across the pond, mock nobility, or listen to Jungkook and his endless knowledge about constellations and argue over where they were in the sky.
Stolen moments like those- you'd never tell him- but you saved them for the bad days.
Movement in the mirror has your eyes meeting his in the reflection, watching as he approaches from behind.
He reaches a tentative hand up to unclasp the necklace you had been fumbling with, his warm touch leaving tingles when his fingers brush against the skin of your neck.
"Thanks."
Was your voice always this breathy?
"What about yourself? That pretty blonde make it worth your while?"
You hate the unfamiliar feeling the thought of him spending time with another girl brings, but you'd sooner take it to the grave than acknowledge it.
"She can't seem to take the hint that I'm not interested," he shrugs, silently removing the pins from your hair.
"But you're always interested," you tease.
As the crown prince, he obviously couldn't sleep around. But the rules never said anything about casual flings where he could woo girls with his flirty words and kick them to the curb when he was bored.
Growing up, people rarely saw him for more than being their next ruler. Girls saw him as something they could conquer, dig their claws into and hang on his arm and pray they became relevant.
Sure he was arrogant and cocky, but people seemed to forget he was a human being.
While you wouldn't hesitate to push him in the pool or leave him locked out in the snow, a part of you felt for him. He had never found a meaningful connection with anyone, and even if he kept up the pre-tense of the heartbreaker prince there was a secret romantic hidden in his playboy persona.
"Feelings change."
Oddly cryptic and vague.
"Did you want something, Jungkook? I'm rather tired."
Coming to a stand, you reach behind your back for the strings of your dress. You had a lady in waiting who would have been helping you, but you'd all but threatened Marie to retire early for the night, knowing how hard she worked to making you look presentable earlier.
Jungkook's hands beat you to it, tugging lightly on the ribbon to free you.
"Just wanted to see you."
Again, oddly cryptic and vague.
As he unlaces your corset, you can't help the heavy breath that escapes you once your lungs aren't being constantly squeezed by the garment.
Your eyes clash in the mirror, not a word leaving either of you as the straps of your dress are pushed down your shoulders, the fabric pooling by your waist.
You're quite aware that your front is bared, your nipples hardening in the cool air. Your breath becomes laboured as you anticipate his next move. Though, his eyes never stray from yours, holding your gaze as the tension in the room builds.
"Jungkook-"
The word comes out in a breathy whimper before he tilts your head and crashes his mouth to yours. You feel the groan in his throat as he claims your mouth with his, your tongues clashing for dominance.
A large palm comes up and cups your breast, squeezing the flesh and drawing a moan from you. He twists a hardened bud between his thumb and finger before giving the same attention to the other.
In a blur, the rest of your dress is on the ground and Jungkook has you pinned on the bed as his mouth explores your neck.
He nips and kisses at your skin- sometimes you wonder if he leaves marks because he knows you'll have to cover them up.
"Should've known you only came here for this," you grit out just as he reaches your breasts. Taking a breast into his mouth, his wet and warm tongue circles around your hardened bud before sucking hard.
He comes away with a lewd pop, and the image of him with saliva glistening on his mouth makes you just that much more aroused.
"Didn't seem to be a problem last week when you were coming around my cock," he shoots back, moving down your body until he's kneeling between your spread thighs.
Despite his image of poise and virtue, his mouth could be equally as filthy.
"Tell me to stop and it stops."
You don't.
He smiles.
Leaning down, he places open mouth kisses against the inside of your thighs, always inching closer and never reaching exactly where you want him.
You slide your hands into his hair, palming the soft cherry coloured strands- another one of his acts of rebellion.
You open your mouth to protest, the words stolen out of your mouth by Jungkook finally dragging his tongue up your centre, the groan he lets out vibrating against you and making you shudder.
He eats you like a man starved, neither of you caring how sloppy it is, not when it feels so good and you taste so sweet. Hiking your thighs up over his shoulders, Jungkook devours you, showing no mercy as he slides two fingers into you with ease.
They stretch you out deliciously, and when he curls them just right he hits that spot that has you seeing stars.
The feeling of him pumping into you along with the way he abuses your swollen nub with his mouth brings you to an orgasm embarrassingly quick.
Waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes squeezing closed as Jungkook helps you ride out your orgasm.
The crown prince emerges from between your legs, wide grin on his mouth as your arousal coats his chin and all around his lips.
"You good?" he asks, kissing the inside of your knee before sitting up.
"Mhm."
He leans forward, capturing your mouth in his once more. You sit up, unbuttoning his dress shirt impatiently while he chuckles into the kiss at your eagerness.
The shirt falls away, revealing smooth skin upon smooth skin. The prince can't help but smirk against your lips at how you all but spill drool onto his stomach. His toned, chiseled stomach.
You push a hand against his chest and throw a leg around his waist to turn the prince until he's laying against your pillows and you're above him straddling his hips.
The sudden confidence has his face lighting up in surprise, a complaint nowhere to be found as he places his palms on your waist, his touch searing against your skin.
But oh so gentle.
With hooded eyes, the crown prince watches the way your head tips back and your lips part in a soft sigh when you roll your hips against him, definitely feeling the growing bulge beneath you.
He takes the opportunity to lean forward and take a breast in his mouth, his other hand snaking up to the back of your neck and holding you to him.
You don't know exactly how you found yourselves in this unlikely predicament. The first time it'd happened was the prince's birthday. You'd gotten so angry at him for crashing yet another date with one of your suitors earlier in the week, and his only response was to kiss you right then and there.
One thing led to another until you were both laying spent against the bed, chests heaving as you came to terms with what exactly had just happened.
You spent the week avoiding each other as much as you could, until you found yourself in bed with the prince again.
And so begun the sneaking around and the late night shenanigans. Though, where anyone else was concerned, you still couldn't stand each other.
You both knew it shouldn't have gone on for this long, but somehow you couldn't find it in yourselves to care.
Finding yourself on your back again, you look up at the crown prince as he kneels between your spread thighs. His pants are off now, lying somewhere forgotten with the rest of your clothes.
He stares down at you with hooded eyes mirroring that of your own before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his thick, hard length.
The sight of it alone has you whining, wanting it in you. You bite your lip when Jungkook when he rubs the swollen head against your folds, spreading his pre-cum and your own arousal around.
"We still good, pretty?"
You all but scream yes, nodding desperately.
Jungkook finally gives you what you want, positioning himself at your entrance and slowly pushing in. A hand on you hip rubs soothingly as he moves in inch by glorious inch. He hisses about how tight you are, eyes squeezing shut.
Despite the number of times he's taken you, you can never quite get used to just how big he is. The stretch borders on pleasure and pain, leaving you breathless as Jungkook bottoms out.
He waits patiently for you to get used to him, hands holding your waist and squeezing gently.
When you give him the go-ahead Jungkook starts to move, drawing his hips back just to push in again. The breathy moans that leave your mouth only spur him on as he thrusts into you.
It feels so good, he feels so good. The way he moves in you, just the right amount of rough and carefulness, makes him one of the most enjoyable partners you've had in- well ever.
By the time you're nearing your second orgasm of the night, Jungkook is nowhere near done with you.
Flipping you onto your stomach, he draws your hips up until you're on your knees, ass in the air, before Jungkook enters you again.
In this position, his thrusts hit deeper, reaching places no one else has reached and making you almost lightheaded.
You crash headfirst into Nirvana, body twitching as pleasure floods your senses. Your legs threaten to give out but Jungkook holds you up, continuing his to move behind you.
The overstimulation is just bearable, and when he slaps your ass you have to stop yourself from screaming.
"Fuck baby, I'm close-"
The whimper in his voice makes you move your ass back on him, meeting his thrusts and grinding against him.
His hips stutter before he stills completely, spilling himself deep inside you with a guttural moan.
The two of you have always been safe when it comes to sex, despite never wearing condoms. You have measures in place to make sure you don't end up in the papers with the next royal scandal.
You whine when he pulls out, feeling empty without his presence. You collapse on the bed, sighing as you come down from the high.
You hear him walk to your bathroom and then you feel his warmth behind you again.
Despite all his cruelty, he cleans you up with a warm cloth, his movements gentle.
You thank him awkwardly, your words ending in a yawn that has him chuckling from somewhere in the room.
He flicks the light switch off, submerging the room in darkness before coming down to lay beside you in bed.
Turning your head, you peer up at him, the light from the moon hitting his face perfectly and making him look like your worst mistake personified.
You don't exchange a single word as you cuddle up to his chest, his arm snaking around you and holding you closer. You relish in his warmth, pressing your cheek against his bare skin, closing your eyes and listening to his breathing even out.
For some reason, he makes you feel safe.
In this afterglow, where all your swords and armour are left on the ground, and you only see each other as you are- you wish you could stay like this always.
You take in his presence, knowing that you'll wake up in the morning and he won't be beside you.
He never is.
But what's the point of crying? It was never even love.
You knew that.
unedited :) hope you liked it
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seven days (prologue) | jjk
title: seven days (prologue)
pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f)
genre/rating: pg (18+) ; fluff ; roommates to lovers au
summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven.
warnings: cursing, chains bc it’s tradition<33, cocky!jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), kook is a huge DORK and a PRETTY BOY and a LOSER<3, not rly but maybe, this man is persistent, bam :’)), reader has a lot going on :((
notes: so here we are with a series insp by our latest release from jk !! i am already having so so much fun with these two and cannot wait to show y’all some of the upcoming scenes in later chapters,, like i am buzzinggg with hype LOL hope you enjoy the prologue that i couldn’t stop expanding on!
drop date: july 22nd, 2023, 9:27pm est
word count: 5.1k <33
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There’s a chance you’re about to make a mistake.
Staring at the messages on your phone, you go over the events of last night, wondering if your decision to break it off now is logical or not.
The guy you’ve been seeing is nice. Attentive. Successful, even.
But it’s been ten days and you just aren’t feeling what you hope to feel after all this time.
So, like everyone before him, this man is about to be subjected to consequences unbeknownst. The result of not meeting your ten day standards.
“Great,” you exhale, leaning on your tiny kitchen island while shutting heavy eyes in defeat. “Here we go again.”
“What’s up?”
Your phone slips dangerously quick before you clutch it tight. At the sight of your sweatpants-clad roommate, you grunt while looking far away, “Damn it, Kook. If I ever break my phone it’s gonna be your fault.”
And you hear rather than see the grin in his totally, very insincere,
“Sorry.”
“Asshole,” you scoff before another one of your roommates barrels into your legs. The boisterous, lovable, much preferred one over the man sleepily scouring your fridge. “Isn’t that right, Bam?”
Sparkly eyes and excited wiggles greet you in return, making you feel a bit better as the clinks of his chain collar tickle your eardrums. Whispering, you joke, “Oh, you’re right... His hair does look funny in the morning.”
Kook—formally known as Jungkook to most people and when you’re not particularly happy with him—pops his body out with an affronted expression and a full mouth,
“Hey! Don’t be rude.”
God, he looks way too good to have just woken up. And did he really need to forego a shirt today of all days? You can see his nipples pebbling from the fridge chill and that is not helping your mood in the slightest. “How are you already eating? And what?”
“Le’o’ers,” he responds with a much fuller bite before shutting the metal door with a foot. The hollow thud reminds you of how empty the appliance is, which means another grocery run is in order.
Damn it, that means no dinner if you don’t go today.
Faced with problem after problem, you pet Bam’s head before righting yourself on your barstool. As Jungkook joins you at the island, mouth stuffed, you slump and decide to admit, “I think I’m destined to be alone.”
Your roommate looks up at you mid-chew, already knowing what you mean. “Another one?” When you nod, he tries his best to swallow everything before blurting, “How long was it this time?”
You rest on a palm. “Ten days.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. Fuckin’ sucks.”
Looking more awake now, Jungkook takes another bite with a head shake. Against your better judgment, you decide to spare a glance at his inked sleeve, and you have to tear your gaze away before you gnaw straight into your lip.
Why the universe decided that you two would only be roommates, you aren’t sure. Even though you’ve been talking more and more lately despite his fuckboy activity unwavering, conversations haven’t been anything substantial.
But maybe that’s for the best.
Because if Jungkook was anything other than your roommate, you are pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to stand his ass.
“He made it all the way to the end,” the man in question finally sighs out. “Poor guy.”
Honestly, how do you put up with him now?
While you stare at his typical leftovers, you respond with an accusation, “You’re siding with him?”
“This time? Yeah.” Your roommate quickly tilts his head with a “tsk” before explaining, “I thought you said he was cool.”
“I mean,” you whoosh out, a bit of frustration on your tongue because you did in fact say that.
But wasn’t that after the very first day? Just a quick comment before you barged into your room, completely exhausted after an intense paintball date? How did Jungkook even remember?
Whatever.
After an offhand wave of your hand, you put your chin back in your hold. “I did. But being cool isn’t enough for me.”
“Why not?”
“Because it just isn’t?”
“I guess.” Getting up from his chair, he throws his empty to-go box away before retrieving breakfast for his companion. “Dunno. I kinda feel worse for you, I think.”
“Me?”
“Yeah.” He gives Bam head scratches before standing with a crinkling food bag, and you have to look away yet again, this time focusing on your very empty phone screen. “But only cus you’re doing this to yourself.”
Lifting a brow, you ask low, “Doing what?”
“Making your dating life suck?”
…What?
You can’t stop your blinking when you stare, even while you hear dog food clanging into a bowl.
He’s giving you a lot less credit than you deserve, especially since he doesn’t even know why you even have these standards in the first place.
Truthfully, your roommate doesn’t really know a lot of things about you. But you chalk that up to your own decision to be so private.
Unlike mister open book himself.
Besides, you have a follow-up question. “How do you know if it sucks or not?”
At this, Jungkook simply eyes you with a look that makes you embarrassed before he even says his points,
“You’ve been quieter.”
“I mean… I guess—”
“Hogging the tv more.”
“Okay, but—”
“And all your moans have been fake as fuck.”
“Hello?”
What the fuck!
Everything in you shrivels in agony as he holds back a laugh, stuffing the food bag in your laundry cove before kicking it shut.
When he comes back into view, you’re already covering your face with both hands. Because this conversation cannot be happening right now.
What the hell did he just say and why did he think it was okay to say it!
“And—”
“Nope, we’re done—”
You feel fingers close over yours before you let him move them from your cheeks, eyes slowly opening to see him close and very, very warm.
“And,” he continues, “No matter how hard you’re trying…” When you look away, he swivels your chin right back with a confident,
“You can’t stop staring at me.”
Fuck, he totally caught you.
“Oh, please,” you stutter with the largest eyeroll. “That’s cus your nips are rock solid right now.”
“So are yours.”
Quickly, you snatch your hands back to fold shaking arms over your chest. “Yeah, well, hope you enjoyed the view.”
“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—”
“No.”
“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.”
“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.”
“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”
“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like them after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.”
There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”
“You mean the ten days is only a trial run?”
You do laugh this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!”
“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”
You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity,
“No.”
He doesn’t say a word.
“Not since my standards changed.”
And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think that’s a hell of a lot better than—
“I could do it.”
“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.”
“Why not?”
“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.”
“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?”
“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning.
But you get stopped, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,
“I am.”
Why…
Why is he doing this?
He isn’t even interested in you. And you’re roommates. Isn’t this crossing a line? Some sort of taboo?
Instead of giving in, you scoff and walk around his annoyingly nice proportions and into the hall. “No.”
“Come on—”
“Nope.”
Jungkook cannot be serious. Everything about this whole thing shouldn’t even be entertained. And for goodness sake, you haven’t even told the last guy it was over yet!
But despite all that, he’s on your heels, Bam following close behind and making the corridor even more crowded.
“Not even a—”
“No.”
When you finally reach your bedroom that seemed miles away, he prevents you from reaching the doorknob.
Making you inches from touching his stomach before you flinch your hand back. “Really?”
“Yeah! Why not?”
You can think of ten thousand reasons why not.
With a sigh, you realize that this man just won’t quit if you just say No. So instead of resisting his attempts, you pivot,
“It’s too early for your teasing, Kook. I gotta go to work.”
When his brows attempt to touch, he shifts his gaze from one eye to the next. “Huh?”
“Work? Pretty sure you have to go, too.”
“No, I meant”—he rests his back against your door—“I’m not teasing.”
“You’re always teasing,” you correct him, albeit feeling a little different about all the offers now.
Is he for real? Judging by this whole year of living with him, you’ve clocked that he’s not that serious about anything, ever.
Except for when he wants to win.
So if he’s seeing this whole thing as a challenge instead of anything else, then you’d understand why he’s pushing so hard.
“Am I always teasing you?”
“Oh, my god, yes.”
“Mm. I don’t think it happens all the—”
To your horror, a gurgling sound erupts from your stomach, tugging both of your gazes downward.
“Time…”
You did not see this interruption coming.
Even the universe isn’t on your side today.
“See!” you complain to his giggles. “What did I just say?”
“You gonna pay your pet deposit for that tiger in there?”
“Alright, bye,” you start, gently shoving his laughs away from your door. “I’m gonna be late and they’re already on my ass at work.”
As your room finally finally finally opens into view, you hear both your roommates complain in small whines.
“At least eat with m—”
Your door slam effectively cuts him off.
But it also cuts you from the world for a second, and everything you’ve been dreading seeps right back into your mind.
Like work. And friends. And this nice guy you’re gonna let down very bluntly.
…And a certain ex that you had a run-in with recently.
Fuck, focus. At least get ready for the first one and deal with the rest when they come. You can get through this.
Determined, you steel yourself before walking.
But you don’t even get three steps in before hearing a knock on your door, your sigh more elaborate than it’s ever been.
There’s no way. No way Jungkook’s been standing there that whole time you didn’t move.
Turning, you know you have two options. You can ignore him and get ready for a job you don’t want to deal with, or at least hear him out. One last time for this weird ass morning.
Tongue poking your cheek, you make your decision and hope it’s the right choice.
Or at least a good one.
You’re pretty sure your door screams at the amount of force you use. But you rest a forearm on your entryway before asking,
“What.”
“Oh, hi,” Jungkook greets mid-step away. Straightening, he clears his throat, eyes and lip ring shining in the natural light coming through your bedroom windows. “Uhh. I didn’t think you’d answer.”
All you react with is a head gesture, silently ordering him to keep talking.
And he understands immediately, flustered appearance highly amusing. “Just, umm. Just think about it, maybe?”
Don’t be charmed, don’t be charmed, don’t be charmed by your goddamn roommate.
But he looks so fucking fine in those chains…
This isn’t a fair fight, all things considering. Maybe you need to have this talk when he actually has clothes on. Like during a show you’ve both seen a thousand times, or over food.
Food.
The empty fridge pops back into your mind, lighting your brain up with an idea. Lips pursed, you pretend mull things over before extending an offer,
“Make dinner tonight and I might consider.”
Jungkook’s pupils sparkle in an instant, and he smiles so wide before accepting,
“I’ll make it all week if that’s what it takes.”
Something akin to butterflies springs in your belly. But you remain composed, “There’s no way I’m having ramyeon seven days straight.”
“I can make other things!”
“Prove it.”
“I will!”
“Then I’ll see you at dinner,” you taunt, shutting your door for the final time.
And even though this whole morning has been a trip, and despite being severely late to work now, hearing Jungkook’s last comment before you walk away suddenly makes it all worth it.
Because it’s a simple, tiny, panicked,
“Fuck.”
Work is exactly how you thought it would be.
An extraordinary catastrophe that even Hades would cringe at.
When you finally make it out of the trenches and back into your condo, you’re tired, weary, and hardset on falling face first into your comforter.
But when you open the front door, the smells you’re greeted with almost bring tears to your eyes.
Because it smells divine.
Wait.
Is Jungkook really making dinner?
You didn’t get a single peep from him all day. Even when you went through your social media apps, you didn’t see any activity from his accounts.
“Hey, Bam,” you greet while slipping off your shoes. “Is anyone else here?”
As you get the exact silent answer you expect, you hear singing wafting from the kitchen.
Just like always.
Sighing, you bend to give Bam a nice round of scritches before making your way there, curious as to why it smells so fucking superb.
“About time you showed up!”
Fully clothed.
Thank the heavens.
“Nice to see you, too,” you grumble. “And what do you mean, you aren’t even done yet.”
“Yeah. Even after napping you gave me enough time.”
Dumping your purse on a dining chair, you lightly scratch one of your brows. “I’m so jealous you get to sleep so much.”
“Me? Not usually. I just lie down on my phone.” As he transfers what looks like noodles into a bowl, you snicker before he can blurt out, “Before you say anything, this isn’t your ordinary ramyeon.”
“Sure.”
“It’s much better.”
“Still noodles.”
Holding his wooden spoon like a sword, he challenges, “If you don’t like this, I don’t like you.”
God.
Why is he much more ridiculous today than he’s been in all the months you’ve been around him?
It’s so dumb that you can’t help but puff out a scoff. “Not exactly something to say when you wanna date someone.”
“That’s how serious I am.”
“Okay, okay,” you relent, too tired to fight. Plopping into a free seat, you rest your temple in your palms, hoping your headache is only from hunger and will subside soon.
Soft notes appear by the stove again as Jungkook goes back to singing. And you’re glad it’s not as loud or you would’ve had to shush him.
Soon enough, you hear a small “here you go” before you see a shallow bowl and water cup placed in front of you, and you thank him with a voice just as tiny.
As Jungkook takes the seat across from your slumped form, he rubs his hands together before gasping, getting up again.
“What?”
“Don’t eat it yet!”
A groan.
Staring at your food while you wait, you gotta admit that it looks as amazing as it smells. So vibrant and glistening, with bits of green here and there amongst the warm colors.
If it tastes just as good, too…
“Okay, here we go.”
You look up before leaning away, watching as Jungkook crushes his palms together above your plate, ringing them and letting sesame seeds fall out.
“There. Now you can have some.”
“Thanks,” you whisper again, just grateful you have food. The one thing that has gone your way the whole damn day.
Well. At least the guy seemed to take the dumping well earlier. If you call blocking and unfollowing you on all socials without a single response taking a breakup well.
Whatever. Once again, your vibes radar wasn’t… Wrong…
“Holy fuck,” you mumble through a bite of noodles, eyebrows furrowed in shock. “This is good.”
When you look up, you discover two things.
One, Jungkook’s smirk is downright devilish when aimed right at you.
And two, he clearly waited until you ate to even pick up his chopsticks.
“I know.”
Only your eyes can show your mock disgust as you keep slurping your bite. Because the rest of you is buzzing with glee and something else. Truthfully, you could eat this dish as many times as he wants to make it.
But there’s no way you’re gonna admit that to his face. No reason for his ego to balloon even more than it has.
Fuck, his grin is getting even bigger!
But you’re spared when you use your free hand to flick him off, because he laughs to the ceiling before digging into his own food.
Both of you eat in silence, with just the hum of his speaker floating through the open space. Before you know it, your bowl is empty and your stomach full, and you’re midway through drinking when you hear—
“Date me.”
Liquid stings your nose when you cough into your cup, and you set it down before droning,
“Wow.”
“What?”
Does he really have the audacity to giggle after what he just said?
Jungkook has never been serious in his life.
Unmoving from your hunched position, you hit him with a flat, “A little strong, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, and? That’s worked for me so far.”
“We’re roommates.”
“Uh huh.”
“And friends.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you think this could go very wrong?”
“Not if we do it just to do it.”
You’ve been badgered before. It’s happened at work, it’s happened in past relationships, and it’s happened with random strangers at clubs.
But this is on a whole other level and you want to—need to—keep believing that it’s just one big joke. Or prank. Maybe Jungkook made a bet with his friends that he could bet you he’d beat your standards.
…Okay, that’s a stretch.
Regardless, why is he persistent? Why is he trying this hard? Is he even thinking about potential outcomes or consequences or anything else?
Leaning fully back into your chair, you ask something you already know the answer to,
“...You don’t think about shit before doing it, do you.”
“Never!”
Right.
With a heavy sigh, you look away. “How would we even do this.”
“Just like you do with all the others,” he offers. “It can be an experiment, if anything.”
“A what now.”
“An experiment. A trial run, since you’re so familiar with those.” He grins when you scoff, getting up to gather all the dishes before heading for the sink. “If I can get through more than ten days, then I win. If you can’t stand me and dump me, no hard feelings.”
What did he just say?
“Wait, with no hard feelings? Really?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook confirms, and you watch him don gloves before turning the faucet on. “You know me, yeah? No strings.”
This is true.
Ever since you moved in together, that’s one thing the two of you have had in common: no real relationships with anyone. There was maybe one girl that he saw for more than a month, but that ended pretty quick and he was back on his bullshit.
Well…
If he really doesn’t care about the worst outcome, what’s the harm in trying it? Maybe your standards do need tweaking and he’ll be the one to help cement them.
Besides, you feel like something shifted in the air today. Not only was Jungkook a lot more animated and attentive, his eyes seemed to linger a little bit more than usual.
And his hands… You wouldn’t mind feeling them in other places.
Your heart is beating so hard that you swear he can hear it. Tone steady, you brush off your slight attraction by guessing,
“…You’re just really bored, huh?”
“Oh my god, yeah.”
His blunt honesty pulls a puff of mirth straight from your throat, and you shake your head before vacating your chair. When you get to the island, it feels cool to the touch as you skirt a finger across,
“Gimme one more day. I’ll think about it.”
Jungkook snaps his head your way. “Why?”
“Because one of us has to be the logical one and you’re a looney toon.”
He can only hiss out a laugh at the bowl in his hands.
“One more day, okay?”
“If you say so.”
With that, you make your leave.
But with one foot out of the kitchen, your whole body stops.
That dish seemed like it took a lot of components to make. At least, ingredients that you know you didn’t have before.
So you turn back around and compete with running water,
“Hey.”
He turns.
“Thanks for the food. I could eat a whole bucket of that.”
Retreating right after your admission, you hide your lip bite in the dark of the hallway.
Not knowing that you missed an expression that matched your own.
Deep in the comfort of your covers, your mind rages.
But not because of any of the usual suspects. Instead, the eye of this storm is the man that just made you dinner.
Why is Jungkook trying so hard? You still don’t get that. There’s a million things that could go sideways with something like this, and yet he seems to disregard all of them.
But even if you get it, you can’t put too much stock in this before it’s even happened. It’s dangerous to make it seem more than it is.
It’s just another game to him. A challenge.
So you should see it the same way.
Even if you have thought about what it would be like to be with him for real.
You may have lied to your roommate.
Because you definitely need more than one day to really think this over.
But despite the slight change in deadline, Jungkook’s been hanging on by a solid thread, even tacking more and more additional offers onto the original.
“You can pick all the places we go.”
“Not now, Jungkook.”
“I’ll let you choose any movies.”
“We have the same taste.”
Day after day, night after night, he’s asked you. To the point where it’s become a running bit.
“Date me.”
“No.”
“Think about it?”
“I am.”
And this goes on for a whole two weeks, which you don’t realize until you’re settled into warm covers one night, decompressing on your phone.
Shit might actually go down at work. But you refuse to think about it because you’ve been god awful at separating your career troubles with regular life.
After being bored with one app, you switch to another.
But if the worst happens, where the hell are you gonna get the money to keep affording this place? Both of you are shelling out absurd amounts ever since management raised rent recently.
Singing leaks from the hallway, interrupting your thunderous thoughts as laundry’s seemingly getting transferred to the dryer. And you can’t help but sigh from your bed.
There he goes again.
After a second or two, you stop using your device to give a look to the door.
Just listening.
And wondering.
Without really knowing why, you decide to leave your sheets, leaning on a now open doorway while watching him at the end of the corridor.
And Jungkook doesn’t notice, back turned and dancing away, intermittently using one of his socks as a flimsy microphone.
Ugh. How can he lift your mood without even trying? After shit days at work, nothing cheers you up until you get back home. Between the food he makes, and the talking, and stuff like this oh goddamn it he sees you.
“Hey!” Fuck, his smile is pretty. “See what you’d be missing out on?”
“I’m literally watching you now.”
“Nah! This is nothing.”
Your arms can’t get crossed hard enough. “Oh, really.”
But you have to quickly uncross them because your roommate starts dancing down the hall, and that only means one thing. Yelping, you retreat back inside your room, with just enough time to shut his laughs out with a bang.
Undeterred, Jungkook shouts through wood,
“Come on, lemme show you!”
“No!”
“Why?”
That damn whine.
Why is he…
Maybe there’s no use in questioning it anymore.
He just is.
With a smile that grows and grows, you aim your response at the ground,
“I only dance with my dates.”
“Wow.”
You try your absolute hardest to hold back your laugh, and you’re pretty successful.
Until he starts singing a choice song that has you bursting at the seams.
“If I had one wish…”
“Shut up,” you groan slow, knowing damn well he can tell you’re grinning like hell.
“We would be best friends…”
“Good night, Kook.”
Every morning, you shut your alarms off with a slap before getting ready for work. Bathroom, face routine, teeth brushing, thinking about what you need to get done, hair and makeup, jewelry, outfit, already wishing you were back home and in bed, last second touches.
And it doesn’t stop there, because you also speed into the kitchen to make your caffeine drink of choice, fill your water flask, and rustle together a bag of snacks before heading out. Which can take anywhere from two to ten minutes depending on if you want coffee or tea, and how elaborate you want your food to be.
But this morning, something is off.
Because coffee’s already brewed, your flask and cup are sitting on the island, and there’s a bag full of stuff you assume to be fruit and various small bites.
What the…
As you stare, all you can manage is,
“Huh.”
You know for damn sure Bam doesn’t know how to fill a mug.
When you softly touch brown paper, you hear a groggy voice from the entryway,
“I just went with coffee.”
Shit—
“Dunno how long you seep your tea.”
Your feet keep stumbling before you calm them down, cursing under your breath before gritting out,
“What is this, a drama?”
When he lazily smiles, he asks, “Do you want it to be?”
Scoffing, you drink in the sight of his sleepy eyes, groaning inside because he’s only in his sweatpants again.
Why do they have to be grey!
“Why’d you do all this?”
“To save you the trouble.”
The trouble? “What do you mean?”
“So I can ask you one more time.”
He... Jungkook did all of this to make time to ask you again? When the hell did he wake up because there’s a real meal in that paper bag.
Your head drops all the way forward.
This man cannot be human.
“Date me.”
“Kook.”
“Just gimme a chance.”
Distraction. You need a distraction.
Without thinking too hard, you reach for your coffee. But this doesn’t help your cause because as soon as you take a sip, you discover that it tastes exactly how you make it.
Staring at the way the liquid swirls, you realize that maybe—just maybe—Jungkook knows a lot more about you than you thought.
Hmm.
After a long pause, you clarify with caution, “And I can dump you whenever I want?”
It’s your roommate’s turn to fold his arms, and you absolutely do not wanna see that image up close again as long as you live. His chains damn near disappear into his chest.
“You won’t, but yeah.”
Your gaze lowers back to your coffee.
This is just a game. A game, a game, an unserious stunt to pass the time.
Besides.
It’s not like you haven’t thought about him a certain way once or twice.
Maybe this is your shot to at least give him a smooch or two.
“No strings?”
“No strings.”
“Seven days?”
“Ten.”
“You won’t get hurt?”
There’s a tiny falter in his smile, but he quickly dashes it away, “No. You?”
“Of course not,” you blurt, ignoring the miniscule sting in your chest.
Jungkook pushes off the partition, slowly making his way towards your unwavering gaze. When he stops, you can feel his lingering body heat radiating onto your clothes as he questions,
“So what now?”
After feeling like you might be making yet another mistake, you finally, finally give in.
“Fine. But you’re gonna end up just like everyone else.”
A finger props your chin when he bends close, head tilted dangerously to one side and stirring something in your core.
“Trust me,” he counters, voice with an edge you’ve only heard him use on others, “I won’t.”
Yeah. You are definitely making another mistake.
But Jungkook flicks his hand away before you can elaborate any further. “So when do we start? Now?”
“Uhh.” You swallow, thrown off by how quick he can change his demeanor. With a passing thought, you realize with slight terror that this may spell danger for you. “I guess so.”
“Then go out with me tonight,” he offers, wasting absolutely no time. “There’s a place I’ve been wanting to try.”
Hmm.
You kinda like how he didn’t wait. “Oh. Sure.”
Before you understand what’s happening, your blouse is softly tugged forward, the rest of your body following without prompt.
What. What’s he doing. Is he already going in for a—
“I wasn’t asking.”
With a slant of his lips, he lets you go.
And all the gears in your mind grind to a damning halt.
Because normally, you would cringe at that. But hearing it from a half-naked Jungkook alters your brain chemistry to the point where you wonder if you ever hated the phrase at all.
But before you can say anything, you hear a puff of a laugh before you’re left alone.
Standing there, eyes on the way he fills those sweats, and wondering what you just signed up for—
“Ten days?” Jungkook questions as he spins back around, and you shift your weight in annoyance. “That’s nothing.”
“Get real,” you drawl. “It’ll be fun dumping you in seven.”
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Omg can you pls make a short fic with basically how jk and oc are handling nabi teething😭😭😭😭😭😭
When Jungkook returns home from a quick grocery store trip to his girls, the sight that greets him tugs at the strings of his heart.
Cuddled up in a cozy blanket, Nabi sits on your lap. Your arms are circled around her, one of your fingers sweetly clasped by her tiny palm.
Mirroring each other perfectly, both of you wear identical expressions. A tight frown shapes your features, with knitted brows and little round pouts adorning your lips in synchronised sullenness.
Stepping into the living room Jungkook asks, "What's got you both so grumpy?" He casts a glance at the cartoon penguin jumping around on the television. "I thought you liked Pororo?"
He throws his keys onto the coffee table, setting the grocery bag down. A few washcloths that used to be cold for Nabi to chew on are scattered on the coffee table.
Jungkook and you are trying everything to make the teething process bearable for Nabi. His baby is experiencing pain and he doesn't like it at all.
Two pairs of eyes wander to Jungkook’s gentle, curious voice. They spark up at the sight of him.
An amused grin pulls at Jungkook's mouth. "You two look so much alike."
Your pout only grows bigger. "Don't say that. Your feeding into my delusion that she's actually mine."
"What are you saying?" Jungkook frowns. "Of course you're her mum. Nabi literally calls you that." Nabi wiggles in your hold and Jungkook scoops her up. He swipes at the drool on her chin.
You huff, toying with the blanket on your lap. "Yeah, but-"
Jungkook silences you with his worried eyes. "What's wrong? Why would you ever have thoughts like that?" His tone is laced with confusion, doe eyes big and round.
"I dunno," you mumble. "Been feeling a bit anxious today. I got my period."
"You're okay? Any cramps?" He pats your head, his brows furrowed.
"Not yet."
"Wasn't sure when you'd get your period this week, but I got you this." Jungkook bends down and fetches your favourite cookies from the grocery bag.
"Oh my god," you whisper, an excited smile forming on your face. "You're so sweet."
"It's nothing, baby." He grabs another item from the bag. "And for you," Jungkook says to his little girl in his arms. "I got you new teething toys!"
Nabi isn't impressed by the shiny, colourful toys in Jungkook's hand. She rests her head against his chest, little whimpers bubbling from her lips.
"This one has a face on it! Looks a bit like Pororo!" He waves the toy in front of her face, but the grumpy expression remains.
Jungkook hears your light giggles. "You're so adorable, Jungkook, but I think she's had enough of you today."
He sighs defeated and joins you on the couch. "I guess she just wants to cuddle today." You plant a sweet little peck on his cheek.
Jungkook puts Nabi on your lap and tucks her under the blanket before he rises from the couch.
"Where are you going?" you whine as he leaves the room.
"I'm getting you a hot water bottle."
"You don't-"
"Shh. Lemme take care of my girls."
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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)
{Chapter Two – A Rare Find}
Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER
Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf
Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion
Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar
Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard
Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra
Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger
Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther
Reader: Heaven Valentino Human
Status: Ongoing
RATED (M) FOR MATURE
Words: 9.1k!
WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...
CHAPTER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERING SCENES, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, ABHORRENT BEHAVIOR AND THINK AND DEGRADATION DON'T READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE OR SENSITIVE.
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MATERIALIST
~Valentino Mansion~
3rd Person's POV
Heaven had been on a relentless mission for the past two months, ever since she acquired crucial information about the illegal Hybrid traffickers.
The weight of the situation had consumed her days and nights, driving her to work tirelessly towards finding a way to intervene and put an end to the inhumane activities happening around her.
The journey she embarked on was far from easy.
Countless phone calls, sleepless nights filled with haunting nightmares, and the frantic attempts to reach out to Black Eagle, the elusive figure in the underworld of trafficking, were all part of the arduous path she had chosen to take.
In her pursuit for justice, Heaven had enlisted the support of her trusted brothers, her dedicated assistant Jae, the employees at her uncles' Facility, and some carefully selected government officials.
Each individual brought their own expertise and resources to the table, forming a team dedicated to combating the illegal trade and bringing justice to the victims.
Navigating the intricate network of contacts and informants required to reach Black Eagle proved to be a challenging task.
The man operated in the shadows, shielded by layers of security and intermediaries that made direct communication nearly impossible.
However, Heaven's determination and strategic planning eventually paid off, as she received a rare and coveted invitation from Black Eagle himself.
The opportunity to meet with the notorious figure was a significant breakthrough in her mission.
It signaled a potential opening for dialogue, negotiation, and perhaps even collaboration in their shared goal to dismantle the trafficking operation and rescue those affected by it.
The man known as Black Eagle was beyond astonished when he found out that The Heaven Valentino had personally requested an invitation from him.
Given her unparalleled status and influence, it was a gesture that took him by surprise - after all, she was renowned as the epitome of sophistication and exclusivity.
Heavens' stance towards hybrids, however, remained a mystery.
Despite her reputation as an individual who rarely associated with such beings.
It was a tantalizing prospect to see how she would interact with those outside her usual sphere.
In the realm of power, wealth, and social standing, Heaven Valentino reigned supreme.
She was a symbol of opulence and authority that surpassed even the loftiest expectations. Her mere presence commanded attention and respect, setting her apart as a figure of unparalleled prestige.
For Black Eagle, the opportunity to personally deliver the invitation and provide Heaven with VVIP treatment was not just a formal gesture - it was a strategic move.
In his ambition to forge a partnership with her, he saw this as a critical step towards building a connection that could potentially elevate his own standing in the business world.
The allure of being associated with Heaven Valentino as a business partner was irresistible.
Her capabilities and resources were a force to be reckoned with, capable of opening doors that seemed impenetrable to others. The prospect of aligning oneself with her vision and ventures held the promise of unprecedented success and prosperity.
In the grand tapestry of the social elite, Heaven Valentino stood as a colossal figure, wielding a level of authority and influence that surpassed imagination.
Her ability to shape industries, economies, and even societal norms was a testament to her unparalleled power and vision.
Today felt like the day they had been preparing for all their life.
Heaven's heart raced with a mix of nerves and determination as she steadied herself for the mission ahead.
Every fiber of her being was focused on the task at hand, blocking out any distractions or doubts that threatened to creep in.
She knew the path ahead wouldn't be easy. Choi Woobin's words had only added to the gravity of the situation, hinting at the unimaginable horrors that awaited them.
Despite the foreboding stories, Heaven's resolve remained unwavering. She was determined to stay strong, to face whatever darkness awaited without faltering.
As she mentally ran through her preparations, she couldn't help but acknowledge the weight of the burden on her shoulders.
The thought of what lay ahead was enough to chill her to the core, but she refused to let fear paralyze her.
This was a test of not just her skills, but her inner strength and resilience. She steeled herself, ready to confront the nightmares that awaited, knowing that only by staying focused and composed could she hope to succeed.
The mission loomed before her like a mountain to be conquered. Heaven knew it would push her to her limits, testing her in ways she had never imagined.
But she also knew that this was what she had trained for, what she had prepared for. Every challenge she had faced, every obstacle she had overcome had led her to this moment. And she was not about to back down now.
As Heaven adjusted her hair in the mirror, she felt a surge of anticipation for the plan that was about to unfold. Her assistant Jae was her trusted right-hand man, ensuring that everything was in place for the pivotal moment that was approaching.
With determination in her voice, she spoke to Jae over the phone, emphasizing the importance of secrecy and precision.
The mere mention of Black Eagle and his men made her blood run cold. They were formidable opponents, and any misstep could have dire consequences.
"Understood" He said before the called ended.
Heaven nodded to herself in the mirror, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
She was not just a force to be reckoned with, she was a master strategist, orchestrating moves on a chessboard where every decision could tip the scales of power.
With a final glance at her reflection, she steeled herself for the upcoming confrontation, knowing that her fate and that of many others rested on the success of their plan.
'I promise to set you all free'
~Three Hours Later~
As the car pulled up to the opulent resort, a sense of wariness crept over her.
Despite the outward beauty of the location, she couldn't shake the knowledge of the dark deeds that had taken place within its lavish walls.
The sheer contrast between the lush greenery and the sinister secrets hidden within sent a shiver of disgust down her spine.
As the sleek black vehicle eased past the entrance gates, the scene that unfolded before Heaven was one straight out of a high society magazine spread.
Rows of impeccably maintained luxurious cars, each belonging to famous elites, lined the grand driveway.
The air was thick with an aura of opulence, exuding from the designer-clad guests mingling around.
Eying the spectacle before her, Heaven couldn't help but feel a wave of disdain wash over her. The ostentatious display of extravagance seemed less about genuine enjoyment and more about a ruthless competition to assert dominance and flaunt one's wealth and status.
The whole affair reeked of artificiality and pretentiousness, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.
As the car pulled to a stop, the animated conversations and tinkling laughter of the guests outside abruptly hushed, their curious gazes now fixated on the newcomer.
Heaven, embodying an air of poised elegance, emerged from the vehicle with measured grace, commanding the attention of every onlooker present.
The reaction that greeted her was nothing short of astonishment. Faces once animated and expressions jovial now bore expressions of disbelief and incredulity.
The previously bustling space fell into a stunned silence, punctuated only by the whispers and murmurs that rippled through the crowd.
It was as if a rare, captivating apparition had graced their midst, leaving them spellbound in her wake.
Heaven had meticulously orchestrated her surprise appearance at the auction, ensuring no one knew about her involvement.
This careful planning was pivotal in setting the stage for her grand entrance. The element of surprise was not meant as a mere spectacle for show, but rather a strategic move to assert authority and convey a clear message to all present.
Her motives ran deep, far beyond seeking attention or adulation.
Heaven's ultimate goal was to protect and advocate for hybrids, utilizing this bold move as a means to establish a lasting impression on those involved in the despicable games.
By taking a stand against the mistreatment of hybrids and holding perpetrators accountable, she aimed to solidify a legacy that would resonate far beyond the confines of the auction event.
In essence, Heaven saw this defiant act as a crucial step in safeguarding the rights and dignity of all hybrids, paving the way for a future where they would be respected and valued.
Through her actions, Heaven was not just making a name for herself but also building a legacy of courage, resilience, and unwavering determination for all hybrids to draw strength from.
This act of defiance was a symbolic declaration, not just for herself, but for the entire hybrid community, signifying a turning point in their fight for equality and justice.
As Heaven stood amidst the stunned crowd, her presence radiated a sense of purpose and resolve that left an indelible mark on all who bore witness to her fearless stand.
She exuded elegance and sophistication as she approached the entrance of the luxurious resort.
The aesthetic allure of her ensemble was captivating - a striking midnight black V-cut sleeveless dress that cascaded down to the floor with a daring slit that revealed a glimpse of her toned thigh.
This exclusive creation was adorned with glimmering diamonds, adding a touch of opulence to her attire.
Every detail of the ensemble was meticulously curated, as it was a one-of-a-kind piece exclusively designed for Heaven by her talented mother, Rachel Valentino.
The ensemble was perfectly complemented by her midnight black five-inch heels, which not only added height but also accentuated her long, slender legs, creating an illusion of elongation.
The matching diamond necklace and earrings added a touch of glamour and sophistication, enhancing the overall allure of her look.
Heaven's makeup was a work of art, striking the perfect balance between sleek and natural. The subtle yet alluring makeup accentuated her features, giving her a fierce and powerful aura.
Her hair was elegantly styled in a tight, neat bun, with a few loose strands framing her flawlessly symmetrical face, adding a soft and romantic touch to her look.
As Heaven glided towards the entrance of the resort, all eyes turned towards her, captivated by her poise and undeniable presence. The combination of her exquisite attire, radiant beauty, and confident demeanor made her an embodiment of grace and sophistication.
It was evident that every detail of her appearance had been carefully curated to exude an air of refinement and elegance, setting her apart as a true fashion icon.
"Its a pleasure to have you Ms. Valentino, my name is Min-Soo and I'll be your caretaker for the duration of your stay here. If you would please follow me" one of the hotel stuff introduced as he gestured for Heaven to follow him.
Heaven followed Min-Soo silently as he led her through the opulent halls of the building towards her temporary bay on the third floor.
The VVIP section was adorned with extravagant decor, setting the perfect luxurious ambiance for distinguished guests like her.
As they reached her suite, Heaven observed the lavish furnishings and elegant touches that adorned the space. She nodded in acknowledgment as Min-Soo informed her that her luggage had already been placed in the room, signaling that he would be readily available at her beck and call through the buzzer on her key.
Heaven couldn't help but notice the slight air of formality in Min-Soo's demeanor, which seemed to be a result of years of perfecting his role as a caretaker for esteemed guests like herself.
As Min-Soo excused himself with another respectful bow, Heaven took a moment to settle into her surroundings.
The short hallway led her to what seemed to be the main entrance, and without hesitation, she pushed the door open.
The room was spacious and elegantly decorated, a stark contrast to the chaos she had experienced earlier.
Feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her, Heaven decided to take a much-needed shower.
The warm water cascading down her body felt like a soothing balm, washing away the fatigue and stress of the day. As the steam filled the room, she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, feeling the tension leave her muscles.
After her refreshing shower, Heaven crawled into the plush bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against her skin. The comfort of the bed was inviting, and she couldn't resist the call of sleep. With a weary sigh, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep slumber.
As she slept, her mind drifted to the challenges that lay ahead. Tonight would bring new obstacles and uncertainties, and Heaven couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety creeping in.
"I hope I don't lose it," she thought to herself, her mind muddled with a mix of determination and fear.
But for now, she allowed herself to succumb to the darkness of sleep, seeking refuge in its temporary embrace
~Two Hours Later~
Heaven's POV
As I stood at the threshold of my suite, already dressed in my finest attire, I could feel a surge of energy coursing through my veins. The anticipation for the upcoming auction pulsed through me, fueling my disdain. Glancing at the clock, I noted that I had a mere ten minutes before the event officially commenced.
Pacing the room, I double-checked my appearance, ensuring that every detail was immaculate.
My attire exuded sophistication and power, a reflection of the image I sought to portray at the auction. Despite my eagerness to leave this forsaking place, I remained poised, waiting for the opportune moment to make my entrance.
Finally, I decided it was time to depart the confines of my suite and face the impending ordeal. With a resigned sigh, I steeled myself for the upcoming interactions and the inevitable theatrics that would unfold at the auction.
Summoning Min-Soo with a press of the intercom button, I was slightly taken aback by the speed of his arrival. His promptness hinted at a level of dedication that I found somewhat surprising.
As he guided me towards the ground floor where the auction was held, I couldn't help but wonder if he had indeed hurried to meet me, his pace almost unnaturally brisk.
The distant echoes of boisterous cheers and chatter grew louder as we neared the event space.
The cacophony of voices and the frenzied excitement of the attendees grated on my senses, evoking a sense of disdain within me. Despite my internal repulsion, I maintained a mask of detachment, concealing my true feelings behind a facade of indifference.
Upon entering the grand hall after Min-Soo opened the massive wooden double door, I was immediately taken aback by the sight that greeted me.
The space was bustling with a diverse crowd of people mingling and engaging in various activities. However, what truly caught my attention and sent a shock through my system were the naked hybrids scattered throughout the room.
These hybrids, distinct from their human counterparts, were adorned with collars, some of which appeared to be electrical in nature.
It was evident that they were serving the guests in various capacities, from offering drinks to acting as inanimate objects for the guests' convenience, such as tables, footrests, chairs, and even — disturbingly — as items of a more intimate nature.
As I processed the surreal and dehumanizing scene before me, a wave of revulsion and disbelief washed over me.
It was unsettling to witness how these hybrids were treated as mere commodities, stripped of their autonomy and reduced to objects of utility or even pleasure for the guests' amusement.
The callousness and disregard for their dignity left a bitter taste in my mouth, prompting me to question the depths of depravity to which some were willing to sink in the pursuit of luxury and status.
Shaking off the initial shock and discomfort that clouded my thoughts, I focused on navigating my way through the crowd towards the front of the hall, where the other VVIPs were expected to be seated.
Despite the unsettling spectacle around me, I maintained a composed exterior, masking my inner turmoil to blend in with the opulent surroundings and the oblivious guests who seemed unfazed by the disturbing display of exploitation and objectification.
As I approached the designated area for the VVIPs, my mind raced with a flurry of conflicting emotions — from outrage and indignation at the deplorable treatment of the hybrids to a sense of helplessness in the face of such blatant disregard for basic decency and empathy.
However, in this lavish and surreal setting where decadence and debauchery seemed to reign supreme, I knew that I had to tread carefully and play along with the facade of sophistication and privilege that enveloped the event.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I prepared to engage with the other VVIPs, all the while grappling with the unsettling reality of the scene unfolding before me.
In a world where the boundaries between humanity and exploitation seemed blurred beyond recognition, I found myself teetering on the edge of a moral precipice, forced to navigate a precarious balance between complicity and conscience in a place where the veneer of luxury masked a darker truth lurking beneath the surface.
As I observed the busy crowd engrossed in their conversations, my attention was suddenly captured by the presence of a male Hybrid with dark grey fuzzy ears.
His submissive posture piqued my interest, evoking a sense of compassion within me.
The sight of him in such a vulnerable state stirred a desire within me to offer solace and reassurance. The urge to embrace him and promise a life free of sorrow tugged at my heartstrings.
However, I composed myself, aware of the delicate balance of the situation.
"Master, what would you like me to do?" He's question, submissive and repetitive.
When the Hybrid addressed me as "master," I couldn't help but be taken aback.
It seemed like a preconceived notion ingrained within him, highlighting the complexities of his existence.
My desire to treat him with dignity and respect clashed with the power dynamic implied by the title of "master."
In a bid to maintain composure and avoid any unintended consequences, I gently dismissed his offer of service.
"I don't need anything, you may leave" my response, though calm and collected, reflected the inner turmoil brought about by the encounter.
As I navigated this unexpected interaction, I grappled with the moral implications of the power dynamics at play.
The concept of freedom and agency weighed heavily on my mind, prompting me to tread carefully in my dealings with the Hybrid.
Ultimately, my decision to politely decline his offer stemmed from a desire to uphold my values of compassion and autonomy.
The nuances of such interactions serve as a powerful reminder of the intricacies of the human experience and the ethical considerations that inform our actions.
The dramatic reaction from the Hybrid in front of me left me feeling a mix of shock, confusion, and sadness all at once.
"Please master, I can make you feel good" he said a little desperate.
His sudden offer to "make me feel good" in an attempt to appease me was both startling and heartbreaking. It made me wonder just how much these creatures had been pushed to such desperate measures, to the point of willingly offering themselves in such a vulnerable way.
"I-I'm sorry master, I should not have overstepped. How would y-you like to punish me? You can do physical, mental or both" His voice wobbled in fear.
As I observed the fear and submission in the Hybrid's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a wave of empathy wash over me.
The pain I felt for him was like a physical ache in my chest, a reminder of the cruel circumstances that had likely led him to this point. His willingness to accept any form of punishment, whether mental, physical, or both, struck a deep chord within me.
The concept of punishing him for simply staring at me was absurd and unjust.
The idea that he felt the need to preemptively offer himself up for punishment spoke volumes about the toxic power dynamic at play in our interactions.
It was a stark reminder of the imbalance of power and the inherent cruelty of the system that had allowed such behavior to become normalized.
I couldn't bring myself to entertain the notion of punishing him for a perceived transgression that was, in reality, nothing more than a natural human reaction.
It was clear to me that this cycle of fear, submission, and punishment needed to be broken, for both our sakes. My heart went out to the Hybrid in front of me, and I made a silent vow to do whatever I could to protect him and others like him from further harm.
As I looked into his eyes, still wide with fear and uncertainty, I made a silent promise to myself to be a beacon of kindness and compassion in a world that seemed determined to stamp out any shred of humanity.
It was time to challenge the status quo, to stand up against injustice, and to fight for a future where beings like him could exist free from fear and oppression.
"I'll let you off the hook for now, defy me again and I won't hesitate to punish you" the words left a bitter taste in my mouth as I saw the fear heightening in his eyes.
Just great.
Fortunately, he took the signal and left me alone allowing me to take a breath.
Just then a man clad in a dark purple suit appeared on stage.
"Good evening fine ladies and gentlemen, my name is Lee Chan and I'll be your host for the five days of your stay"
I couldn't help but notice the air of sophistication and mystery that surrounded him. His aura exuded confidence and command, making it clear that he was no ordinary host.
The slight creases around his eyes hinted at a life full of experiences and secrets yet to be revealed.
His voice carried a sense of authority as he addressed the audience, his words flowing smoothly and effortlessly. The way he held himself spoke of someone well-versed in the art of public speaking, capable of captivating the attention of everyone in the room with just a few carefully chosen words.
"So, for those of you who were not here last time, this event will be slightly different from the usual one." He announced and a tingle of excitement ran through the crowd.
People leaned forward in their seats, eager to find out what surprises he had in store for them. The anticipation in the room was palpable, a mixture of curiosity and thrill hanging in the air.
"We promised you something different last year and alas the wait is finally over"
I couldn't help but wonder what he was referring to.
Was it something extraordinary, something beyond their wildest dreams?
The crowd seemed to think so, judging by their enthusiastic response. Claps and cheers filled the room, creating a symphony of excitement that reverberated off the walls.
Lost in my thoughts, I realized that I was completely clueless about what was going to happen next.
The unknown was unnerving, like standing on the edge of a cliff with no idea what lay beyond.
As Lee Chan continued to speak, I tried to decipher the subtle nuances in his words, searching for hints about the surprise that awaited us.
The scene raised eyebrows among the audience as several workers appeared on stage, each pushing what seemed to be large cages covered with curtains.
"As we unveil these exhibits, ladies and gentlemen, you are about to witness the rarest and most exotic hybrids in the world," the host declared with a hint of anticipation in his voice.
The crowd's excitement was palpable, with some individuals audibly expressing their eagerness, making me subtly scowl in their direction.
Sick fucks.
Such displays left me contemplating the state of our world. Have we truly reached a point where exploiting such unique creatures for entertainment has become commonplace?
It was disheartening to witness the lack of empathy and ethics prevalent in those driven solely by greed and power, oblivious to the suffering they inflict upon these defenseless beings.
This blatant disregard for the well-being of these hybrids spoke volumes about the values and morals that seemed to be diminishing in a society consumed by material gain.
The hosts and participants seemed to be detached from any sense of compassion or consideration for the creatures they showcased, treating them as mere commodities for profit.
The comparison to how even our domesticated animal companions are treated with kindness and respect highlighted the stark contrast in the attitudes towards different beings sharing our planet.
It served as a stark reminder of the importance of empathy and ethical behavior in our interactions with all living beings, urging us to reflect on the consequences of our actions and the impact they have on the world around us.
"So here, ladies and gentlemen, we have the exotic breeds you've all been waiting for," he announced, his tone both enticing and authoritative. The murmurs of excitement and whispers of desire filled the room, creating a palpable sense of fervor.
Sitting amongst the crowd, a deep sense of discomfort settled in my stomach as I observed the reactions of those around me. The air was thick with anticipation, but my own emotions swirled with a different kind of intensity.
The moment of revelation arrived as the curtains were dramatically pulled back, revealing the first group of creatures within the cages.
"Behold, a rare breed of hybrids, ladies and gentlemen, here we have peacock hybrids," the announcer declared with a sardonic smile playing on his lips, as the audience erupted in admiration.
The peacock hybrids stood before the enraptured crowd, their exotic beauty a sight to behold. However, any semblance of awe was shattered by the harrowing realization of the creatures' condition.
The scene was both enchanting and unsettling, captivating my attention with the breathtaking beauty of the peacock hybrids while simultaneously leaving me disturbed by the emptiness in their eyes.
The worker's revelation of the three unique specimens had initially filled me with wonder and awe at their exquisite appearance.
Each hybrid displayed a mesmerizing blend of blue and green feathers in striking patterns that adorned their bodies in distinct ways.
The first peacock hybrid stood regally with feathers cascading down the back of their neck, creating a dramatic contrast against their hairline.
The second one sported a majestic array of feathers woven intricately into their hair, adding an ethereal quality to their overall look.
Lastly, the third hybrid showcased a symphony of colors with feathers adorning their back, reminiscent of a majestic cape unfurled behind them.
As I gazed upon these magnificent creatures, I couldn't help but notice the profound sadness etched into their expressions. Despite their physical beauty, their eyes betrayed a haunting emptiness, devoid of any spark of life or vitality.
It was as if they had resigned themselves to a fate of captivity and confinement, succumbing to a sense of hopelessness that weighed heavily upon them.
Their once vibrant plumage appeared dull and lifeless, their expressions vacant and devoid of their natural grace.
A wave of sorrow washed over me as I gazed upon these majestic beings, stripped of their dignity and reduced to mere spectacle for the entertainment of others.
The juxtaposition of their innate beauty and their current state tugged at my heartstrings, evoking a deep sense of empathy and sadness.
In that moment, a profound sense of revulsion washed over me, as the stark reality of humanity's capacity for exploitation and cruelty was laid bare.
The blatant disregard for the well-being of these innocent creatures for the sake of personal gain struck a chord deep within my soul, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
As the crowd marveled at the spectacle before them, I couldn't help but feel a sense of moral outrage at the depravity of it all.
In that moment of clarity, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of shame at being part of a species capable of such heinous acts.
The cries of the peacock hybrids, though silent, echoed loudly in my ears, a haunting reminder of the cruelty that pervaded the world.
As Lee Chan introduced the next group, a sense of awe washed over the audience.
"Our next group is even more majestic, here we have a group of black lions," he declared, prompting gasps of amazement from the spectators, myself included.
Black lions, a rare sight in their natural form, were even more elusive in a hybrid state. The creatures before us were a striking blend of power and grace, their jet-black fur gleaming under the bright lights of the room.
These hybrids possessed a unique allure, their features a captivating mixture of familiar and otherworldly.
With round black ears and long, spear-like tails, they exuded an air of mystery and majesty that left the audience spellbound.
Despite their impressive presence, the black lion hybrids seemed to maintain an enigmatic composure, their expressions unreadable as they stood together in the center of their enclosure.
While their beauty was undeniable, there was a sense of untamed wildness about them, a reminder of the primal forces that lurked within these magnificent creatures.
The black lion hybrids stood as living symbols of power and strength, their presence a reminder of the untamed forces that still existed in the world.
Lee Chan's voice filled the room once more, commanding attention as he introduced the third group to the eager audience.
"Moving on to our final group," he announced, his words tinged with a sense of anticipation.
"This group is a true testament to diversity. They have formed a unique pack, but what truly sets them apart is the fact that each member belongs to a different predator species. These individuals are some of the most formidable predators you will ever come across."
As he spoke, a spark of excitement flashed in his eyes, and a subtle aura of raw desire seemed to envelop the room, fueling the palpable anticipation of the spectators.
The curtain concealing the last cage was swiftly drawn back, revealing a sight that left everyone in the room spellbound. Gasps of awe and wonder rippled through the crowd at the sight of the hybrid creatures before them.
The formidable presence of the black lions had already pushed the boundaries of what the audience had expected to see, but the creatures now on display surpassed even that.
Each hybrid was a mesmerizing blend of strength, grace, and ferocity, embodying the essence of their individual predator species in a harmonious yet awe-inspiring fusion.
I was captivated by their presence, drawn in by their allure and mesmerizing appearance. My gaze lingered on each of them, unable to look away until one of them met my eyes, creating a moment of connection that sent a shiver down my spine.
The feeling that washed over me was a mix of fear and excitement, leaving me uncertain of how to interpret the intensity of the encounter.
He had a striking appearance, with silver-grey eyes that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and wisdom. His long silver hair looked soft and inviting, adding to the mystique of his overall look.
His features were a blend of softness and strength, with pink plum pouty lips, chubby cheeks, and a jawline that exuded a sense of divine beauty.
Despite my keen observation, I couldn't spot any obvious signs of him being a hybrid, a realization that added to the enigmatic aura surrounding him.
The thought that he could pass for a human, albeit an exceptionally attractive one, sparked curiosity within me about the nature of his origins and the kind of hybrid he might be.
The onlookers engaging in betting and exchanging comments about the hybrids stirred a mix of emotions within me, from a sense of curiosity to a hint of discomfort that manifested a sick feeling in my stomach.
As Lee Chan opened the bidding for the exotic hybrids, the room buzzed with anticipation. The attendees, clearly eager to take home a unique companion, were ready to showcase their wealth in the bidding war that was about to ensue.
Lee Chan's warning about the hefty price and potential dangers of owning an exotic hybrid, especially predators, did little to deter the crowd. Enthusiasts of these rare creatures were undeterred by the risks involved, eager to experience the thrill of owning such a unique pet.
"First up for bidding are the peacock hybrids. $30 million for each exotic bird hybrid."
The room fell silent as the host announced the starting price. Excitement filled the air as attendees raised their number pads, signaling their bids and competing against one another to secure their desired hybrid.
"I see $60 million...$80 million...$80 million sold! $800 million to buy them all forever??" A hush fell over the crowd as they hesitated to commit to such an exorbitant amount.
Despite the initial reluctance to meet the steep asking price, the bidding war eventually came to a close as the host declared the peacock hybrids sold at $80 million each for a three-month ownership period.
The successful bidder's triumph was evident as the host's announcement reverberated through the room, signaling the conclusion of the intense bidding process.
As the auction continued, with more exotic hybrids up for grabs, the attendees remained on the edge of their seats, eager to participate in the next round of bidding and potentially secure their own unique companion.
With each bid placed, the tension in the room mounted, showcasing the attendees' determination to acquire these rare and coveted creatures, no matter the cost.
Despite the extravagant prices and inherent risks associated with owning exotic hybrids, the allure of these magnificent creatures proved irresistible to those in attendance.
As the auction unfolded, it became increasingly clear that for these select individuals, the opportunity to bring home an exotic hybrid was worth every penny, regardless of the challenges that lay ahead.
"Finally, the moment you have all been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen. The pack hybrids!" Lee Chan announced.
As the pack hybrids were revealed, the room erupted in excitement and anticipation. People had been eagerly awaiting this moment, and the tension in the air was palpable.
These rare creatures were highly sought after, and it was no surprise that they came with a hefty price tag.
The auctioneer wasted no time in getting down to business, stating the prices for these exquisite beings.
"$100 million each to take them home for three months,$5 billion to buy them forever." A hush fell over the crowd as the numbers were announced.
The figures caused an uproar among the attendees, who began shouting out bids and offers in a frenzy of excitement.
Amidst the chaos, one voice rang out above the rest. It was smug and high-pitched, a voice I knew all to well.
"$5 billion to buy them all," the voice declared, the words dripping with arrogance.
The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the source of the bid. A wave of shock and disbelief washed over the crowd, as this unexpected offer seemed to defy all reason.
Park Ji-Soo.
Her father, Mr. Park one of my business investors, is honestly one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. I mean, the man would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it.
But when it comes to Ji-Soo, he just can't say no. She's got him wrapped around her little finger, that's for sure. It's like she knows exactly how to manipulate him into giving her whatever she wants. And let me tell you, she's not afraid to use those tactics.
I've seen her throw tantrums that would put a toddler to shame. It's kind of impressive, in a twisted way. But at the end of the day, she's still daddy's little girl, and he'll do anything to keep her happy. It's quite the dynamic they have going on.
The tension was palpable as silence fell upon the crowd. I couldn't stand by and watch as those innocent hybrids faced a grim fate in the clutches of such a despicable character like Ji-Soo.
The very thought of her twisted intentions made my blood boil. It was clear that she viewed these creatures as nothing more than objects to satisfy her dark desires.
Determined to prevent this travesty, I knew I had to act.
I watched as the auctioneer processed the bid, his expression a mix of surprise and calculation.
The room was tense with anticipation, the air thick with the weight of the moment. It seemed as though the entire fate of the pack hybrids hung in the balance, their futures uncertain.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I watched the drama unfold. The stakes were high, and the outcome of this bidding war would have far-reaching consequences.
In that moment, I knew that I was about to be drawn into a world of intrigue and suspense unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
"Anyone bold enough to beat Ms. Park? No one? Okay sol-"
"$50 billion dollars" I announced coolly, my expression passive.
Shocking everyone present, but to me, no price was too high to protect these precious beings from exploitation and cruelty.
"S-s-sold to Ms. Valentino" He closed of the bidding equally stunned.
As the auctioneer announced my winning bid, I felt a mix of relief and sadness. The onlookers' reactions of disbelief only fueled my conviction that these hybrids deserved more than to be mere objects of desire. They were living beings, deserving of respect and protection.
As I stood up from my seat in the dimly lit hall, a heavy cloak of mental exhaustion settled over me.
The weight of the night's traumatic events clung to me like a second skin, weighing me down with every step I took towards the exit. The eyes of the onlookers bore into my back like fiery beams, their incredulous stares adding to the heaviness I already carried.
Halfway to my suite, a piercing, high-pitched voice sliced through the thick air, calling my name with a grating insistence that grated on my frayed nerves.
"Heaven," she practically screeched, the sound reverberating off the walls.
Resignation washed over me as I paused, steeling myself for yet another unwelcome interaction. With a weary sigh, I turned around to face her, forcing a smile onto my face despite the exhaustion that clung to me like a shroud.
"Yes?" I replied, my voice tinged with forced politeness.
"Uhm, hey, I wanted to talk to you about something," she began, her tone falsely sweet and grating on my frayed nerves.
I could feel the exhaustion seeping deeper into my bones as I braced myself for what I knew would be a tiresome conversation.
The weight of the day's events pressed down on me, every word uttered by her feeling like another burden to bear.
"Whatever it is, it better be quick. I'm tired and eager to rest," I interjected, my patience wearing thin as I anticipated the inevitable direction this conversation would take.
The desire to escape to the solace of my suite grew stronger with each passing moment, the need for respite from the day's trials becoming an almost physical ache.
Ji-Soo's facade of politeness had vanished, revealing a more aggressive side to her character.
"Alright then. Those hybrids are mine, you can't just swoop in and take them away!"
She seemed determined to claim ownership over the hybrids, despite the fact that there was no evidence to support her claim.
In response to her bold accusations, I remained firm and resolute, unwilling to entertain her baseless demands.
"I bought them fair and square. Go find someone else to bother" I flicked my hand in dismissal.
"I'll pay you any amount for the hybrids" she said, sounding crazed.
It was clear that she believed money could solve all problems, regardless of the legitimacy of her claim.
The mere suggestion that I would be swayed by financial compensation was both insulting and absurd, highlighting her lack of understanding of the situation.
"Do you honestly think you could pay me more than I had offered. Please, with that pesky amount you offered do you really think it can be compared to the amount I bid on?" I asked her, almost laughing in her face.
"Heaven Valentino. Give me those hybrids if you don't want problems" she threatened.
It became apparent that the Ji-Soo had either mustered the balls to confront me or was simply oblivious to the reality of the situation.
Despite her boldness, it was clear that the girl was misguided in her belief that she could simply take what she wanted.
The hybrids were not hers to claim, and I was not about to relinquish them without a fight.
"I'm sorry, did you just threaten me? Are you sure you want to go down that road?" My voice was low and filled with malice and the utter insulation that came out of her mouth.
"I can give you more money, an amount I can guarantee you can last you a lifetime even in the after life. You of all people should know exactly what I'm capable of, and should know your place. I'm not one of your little followers that you can just coerce into doing your bidding. I can make you disappear off the face of this earth with just a snap of my finger. Tsk." I felt waves of anger roll off as I told her off.
Realization seemed to kick as her daring expression faltered.
I held more power and influence than she seemed to grasp, and I wasn't afraid to assert that authority if necessary.
Reminding her of the vast resources at my disposal, I emphasized the stark contrast between our respective positions.
In closing, I left Ji-Soo with a stark reminder of the vast divide between us, both in terms of resources and resolve.
I refused to be swayed by her attempts at intimidation, standing firm in my conviction and prepared to safeguard my interests against any who sought to challenge them.
"Go home, stop wasting daddy's money and be a good daughter for once and do something practical with your life"
with that I turned away from her and left her standing there slightly terrified and annoyed.
Bitch.
As I swiftly approached my room, a myriad of emotions rushed through me - confusion, fear, and a hint of curiosity. The sight that greeted me was nothing short of surreal and unnerving. Seven striking hybrids, their submissive poses causing a mix of shock and discomfort to ripple through me.
Their nakedness and vulnerability heightened the intensity of the moment, making it all the more challenging to navigate. A part of me wanted to offer them some form of comfort or assistance, while another part grappled with the ethical implications of such a gesture.
The intricate dance of politeness and propriety played out in my mind as I struggled to find the right course of action. Should I acknowledge them with a greeting, or prioritize their need for clothing and modesty? The internal debate rendered me momentarily paralyzed, my expression a reflection of the internal turmoil brewing within me.
Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't ignore the undeniable physical allure of the hybrids. Their sculpted bodies and striking features stirred a mix of admiration and guilt within me, a reminder of the need to maintain professionalism and respect in the face of such temptation.
Drawing a shaky breath, I braced myself for the unnerving task ahead. The weight of the unspoken tension in the room pressed down on me as I steeled myself to take the next step.
A voice laced with uncertainty, I mustered the courage to address the hybrids, hoping to navigate this challenging encounter with grace and composure.
"Uh, hello?"
As I awaited their response, my mind raced with questions and uncertainties. Each passing moment seemed to stretch on endlessly, heightening the tension in the room.
Despite my internal turmoil, I had to maintain a facade of composure, hoping to mask the torrent of emotions swirling inside me.
With a steady voice, I mustered the courage to break the silence that hung between us.
"My name is Heaven Valentino," I introduced myself, the words flowing out with a sense of resolve that I didn't know I possessed.
"Would you please tell me your names?" I asked softly.
As I stood there, waiting for their reply, a whirlwind of emotions churned within me. The tension is thick in the air. Panic settled in as I searched their expressions for a clue.
The tiger's voice broke through my thoughts, stuttering with hesitation.
"You can call us whatever you want, master," He said, his voice low and submissive.
"It would be better to call you by your names" I said again, and I could see them visibly shaking.
"A-are you sure m-master?" The tiger spoke again, what seemed like fear laced his tone.
Taking a deep breath, I responded to the tiger's question with conviction. I need to show them that I mean no harm, that my only intention is to connect with them on a basic level.
"I promise I won't do anything to you, I just want to know what your names are, that's all," I said, a hint of vulnerability in my voice.
The hybrids exchanged glances, their posture relaxing slightly.
I waited with bated breath, hoping my words had struck a chord with them.
The tiger spoke again, "My name is Taehyung, I'm a white tiger, Yoongi, the white jaguar, Hoseok, the snow leopard, Jungkook, the black panther, Seokjin, the white lion, Namjoon, the black alpha wolf, and lastly Jimin…"
Huh?
As Taehyung trailed off, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation hanging in the air.
Why did he stop? Is there something I'm missing here?
"Why did you stop?" I asked, trying to understand what was happening.
Taehyung seemed to be really scared, I could see fear in his eyes and his body was trembling slightly. It was like he was having a panic attack. I had to do something to help him calm down.
"Hey, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," I said softly, trying to reassure him.
I slowly moved closer to him and gently placed a comforting hand on his head. He flinched violently at first, making the others tense up, ready to defend.
I kept stroking his head gently, trying to soothe him. Gradually, his breathing started to slow down and his body relaxed. He even moved closer to me. His hair was surprisingly soft.
As I watched the adorable reaction of the large kitty to ear scratches, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
He seemed to be in pure bliss as he indulged in the pets, reveling in the sensation of being pampered.
My heart swelled with affection for the Hybrid, marveling at how something so simple could bring such joy.
When I attempted to pull my hand away, he quickly grabbed my wrist, silently pleading for more attention.
Unable to resist the cute gesture, I obliged and resumed the ear scratches, making sure to adjust the pressure to his liking.
The satisfaction on his face was evident as he reached a state of pure contentment, lost in the moment of pure bliss.
"Don't worry, I promise to give you pets later, okay sweetie?" He nodded with a slight pout and I silently cooed at the sight.
"Okay. You ended on Jimin. I know he's an albino cobra, but why did you stop?" I questioned, genuinely befuddled by the situation.
During the event when the hybrids were been introduced, staff members handed out information brochures on what breed the hybrids were and how we were supposed to go about their animal side if adopted.
It didn't really surprise me when I had come across Jimin's profile his anomalous unworldly beauty evident to his animal counterpart.
Just then, a timid and delicate voice spoke up.
"You're not scared?" it quivered, almost barely audible against the backdrop of silence.
It was Jimin, the Cobra hybrid, talking.
I couldn't help but notice the unexpected softness in his voice. It wasn't deep and intimidating, nor was it squeaky and annoying.
It had this charming quality to it, like a lullaby that could soothe you into a peaceful slumber.
In that instant, as I looked into his eyes that seemed to hold a world of innocence within them, he appeared almost heavenly, pure and untouched by the chaos of the world. How could anyone want to harm such a gentle spirit?
"Scared of what?" I responded, genuinely puzzled by his question.
"Huh, you're not afraid of me? I-I'm a s-snake, you know? Most people tend to freak out around me," he stammered, his words barely audible had I not been standing so close to him.
"Sweetie, of course not," I reassured him with a warm smile, causing him to look at me in utter surprise, as the others trailed behind him, observing the unexpected exchange of kindness in a normally hostile environment.
In that moment, as I gazed upon their stunned faces, I couldn't help but wonder – was it the fearless determination in my words that took them aback, or was it the genuine care and protectiveness that shone through? I needed them to understand, to realize their worth and stand tall in their own right.
So, I laid it out for them plain and simple. Promising to shield them from harm, to never let anyone mistreat them while I was around. They had to hold their heads high, never giving in to disrespect. Mutual respect was key, showing strength and solidarity against any who sought to undermine them.
I urged them to speak up, to assert their voices and claim their autonomy. Their lives, their choices – no one had the right to strip them of that, not even me. They deserved better, I knew it with every fiber of my being. And I vowed to do everything in my power to make sure they received it.
I gazed at the group before me, my expression grave yet full of determination. The air was filled with tension, anticipation hanging heavy over the room.
It was crucial for me to make myself clear on the rules moving forward. My voice resonated through the space, each word enunciated with precision, ensuring no room for misinterpretation.
"And also, under no circumstances should you refer to me or any other person as master. You will address them and me with our names, understood?" My tone was firm, a command not to be challenged.
It was a direct challenge to the oppressive societal norms that had long plagued them all.
I want them to understand that they were no longer bound by the chains of conditioning or the absurd rules that certain humans had imposed upon them.
I want to ensure that they never fall prey to the manipulative clutches of another human again.
They deserve to move freely, to act on their own accord without having to seek permission or validation. In this moment, I made it clear that their lives belonged to them, and no one had the right to strip away their autonomy, certainly not on my watch.
If there was one thing I, Heaven Valentino, stood for, it was freedom.
3rd Person's POV
The name itself carried weight, symbolizing a rebellion against the conventional power dynamics that sought to oppress them.
By rejecting the title of 'master,' Heaven was empowering them to embrace their individuality and stand tall as equals, united in their collective struggle for liberation.
The room fell silent as Heaven's words lingered in the air, a palpable shift in the atmosphere signaling a new chapter for them all.
It was a risky move, challenging the status quo, but Heaven knew it was necessary for their survival.
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Hey hey, it's the author extraordinaire popping in!
I poured my heart and soul into crafting this story, aiming to strike a balance between clarity and a dash of mystery to keep you hooked.
We're just scratching the surface here, with a rollercoaster of thrilling events awaiting the boys and Heavens. Brace yourself for a whirlwind of changes, with peaks of joy and valleys of despair.
Your feedback is like gold to me, so don't hold back!
I hope this chapter gave you a cozy little reading nook to escape to, dear readers! Your unending support keeps the energy in my fingers to write this😉. Cheers to more adventures together!
Yours in creativity,
Your most adored author-nim.
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Jungkook smut...cuz he is jealous....college au.....plz?
MINE | JJK Oneshot
Pairing/s: Senior!Jungkook X Sophomore!Reader
Genre: College AU, established relationship, smut, fluff
Warning/s: creampie, unprotected sex (don't even think about it), degradation, proud jk, jealousy (obviously), possessiveness, mentions of JK having sex with someone else, Hobi almost catching them half naked, please comment if there's something I left out.
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: I know it took me more than a year to respond to this I'm sorry ;-; also not proof read.
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The two of you had met when Jungkook was a junior at Seoul National University. He was all over the place when you two first met. He had a reputation for sleeping around. He liked to enjoy his life, as he put it.
His roommate and fellow junior, Jung Hoseok who was coincidentally also your best friend, tried all he could to keep you away from Jungkook.
Now, Jungkook wasn't deterred in the slightest when you slapped him for touching your ass once while trying to talk to you.
Nor was he deterred when you gave him a long list of reasons why you and him couldn't fuck.
But he was taken aback when he realised he couldn't get an erection without thinking about you. Not even when he had the new blonde transfer student naked in front of him.
He was in deep trouble and was depressed. And Hoseok inviting you over to the dorm wasn't helping. Your laughs were stuck in his head.
It wasn't until one day, you decided to talk to him while at a party.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" You referred to the empty seat on the couch beside him.
He was annoyed. How could you talk so nonchalantly, as if you weren't the reason behind his huge popularity decline?
"Aren't you a freshman? I thought you were allowed at parties?" He replied
You took the seat beside him without his permission, "Hobi knows a lot of people, he got me in."
"Right, Hobi." He shuffled uncomfortably. You weren't wearing anything too flashy or showy. It was just your scent, your voice, that overwhelmed him.
The way you looked confident yet scared of people at the party did things to him. He didn't want to admit it, but he had actually developed feelings for you.
"Um, if you don't mind, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Sure, why not." He sighed.
You took out an almost crumpled piece of paper from your bag and held the inked part to him.
His face could be compared to the paper in question the way it became devoid of colour.
"Where did you find this!?" He exclaimed snatching it out of your hand.
"Hobi saw it lying on the dorm floor a few days ago and deduced that you drew it." You smiled ever so softly.
Jungkook was petrified and embarrassed. Were you laughing internally for his child-like crush over you?
"If you are gonna draw me, you need to show it to me too." You laughed, "It's a really great drawing, I love art too."
Jungkook could feel his shoulders relax as you crinkled your eyes in laughter. Maybe dating and committing wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
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Back to the present, it had been more than a year since you two started dating. And Jungkook realised loving you was the best decision he ever made. Saying he loved you, would be an understatement and he tried to tell you that everytime he could.
You had changed him. His grades had gotten better, his friends liked him better and well best of all, he had you.
Ofcourse, Jungkook was never a jealous guy, atleast that's what he told himself.
But looking at you laughing with someone that isn't him, didn't really sit right in his head.
Jung Hoseok, your childhood best friend, the person who had grown up with you. Where there was Hoseok, there was you.
Jungkook knew you didn't see him that way. But being one of the only people that knew about the fact that Hoseok had a thing for you a few years ago, made him even more frustrated.
You never did anything that hurt Jungkook, you never even knew that Hoseok liked you. If you did you would probably refrain from the hugs and even conversations with him.
But you didn't know, that's why, when the three of you were assigned a biology project together, you were estatic.
The three of you sat on the floor of Jungkook and Hoseok's shared dorm discussing about the merits of human reproduction.
You cheerfully drew a diagram of a penis while humming to your favourite song.
"You do know, that is not how you draw the carvernosa muscles?" Hoseok asked.
"Hobi, I did research on this, I think I know what I'm doing."
"I mean, I could show you a real life model." He smirked.
"Where would you find a- Hobi! Are you serious?" You exclaimed and smacked his arm.
Jungkook wasn't having it, he rolled his eyes and focused on his work. But he tried his best to not stab your dear friend with the pencil he held in his hand.
Hoseok excused himself to go to the lounge for a quick smoke.
"I bet you wanted him to show you his penis real time." Jungkook scoffed.
"What are you talking about?" You asked.
"You should've put him in his place, Y/N."
"Jungkook, it was just a joke, you know he didn't mean it."
He let out a chuckle, "Look at you being a whore." He looked at you with dark eyes which you failed to notice.
"Hobi is harmless, he doesn't like me in that way!"
"Bet you want another dick to ride, mine isn't enough for you?" He held your chin and brought you closer to his face.
"Hobi isn't-"
"Fuck him." He cut your words off followed by closing the distance between your lips.
You hadn't seen him like this before. So full of rage and passion to prove his worth, not that he needed to do that.
But something in the way he growled when he pulled you closer onto his lap had you leaking onto his jeans.
"We can't fuck right now, baby." You panted out.
"Don't you want your precious Hobi to know who you belong to?" Kissing you again, he traced his hands up your thighs, hiking your skirt up with it.
He grabbed a handful of your ass that had you moaning straight into his mouth and intertwining your hands into his obsidian locks.
"Want you... So bad-" You let out while grinding on his semi-erect clothed dick.
"Yeah want to be fucked dumb by your boyfriend?"
You nodded desperately.
He signalled you to get onto the bed. In your dick-hazed state, you didn't realise it wasn't Jungkook's bed.
This had him smirking more. He was going to fuck you on your dearest friend's bed. His ego probably shattered the roof with how high it got.
"Skirt off" He commanded and you proceeded to pull yourself out of anything that kept you from having him inside you.
"Please, I need you inside me." You moaned out as he slipped a finger inside your sopping cunt.
You sighed and closed your eyes, he knew how desperate you could get for his cock.
The sound of his belt unbuckling was followed by him dropping his pants just enough to fuck you.
His length sprang out glistening with pre-cum. It had your mouth watering but you needed him somewhere else.
"I hate you so much." You pouted as he lined himself up against your pussy.
"Yeah? Then how are you so fucking wet for me?"
His bulbous mushroom tip teased your slit before slowly pushing itself into your welcoming and wet orfice.
He had to catch himself from falling onto you due to the pleasure.
"Shit- should've loosened you up first." He said trying to help you take him in by rubbing your nub.
"Jungkook-" You cried out, tears already forming as the stretch was slightly unbearable.
"It's okay baby, you'll take me like the good girl you are, yeah?"
You nod. He pushed himself further into you with one sharp thrust. It had you screaming with both pleasure and pain.
"Shit, shit, shit, baby, are you okay? Should I stop?" He cupped your cheek pressing his lips wherever he could onto your face and neck.
"No, please, keep going." Hearing this, he pulled out till just his tip was inside you and thrusted back testing the waters.
Looking straight into your eyes, he picked up his pace.
"Look at you, Y/N, looking like a sin." He chuckled darkly. "I'll make sure you wouldn't want any other dick, except mine."
"Please, I only want you..."
"Imagine your best friend's face when he realises I am fucking the living shit out of you on his own bed." He smirks egoistically, "He wouldn't be able to sleep for days."
The thrill of it had you clenching his dick making him falter his pace for a quick second before picking it up again.
The mix of both of your arousals pooled around his cock as it disappeared into you.
He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled them up. This new angle had both of you moaning. The students from the neighbouring dorms probably heard you.
Sex-life with your boyfriend was really good, he fucked you almost everyday and left you satisfied.
But his pace today was animalistic. His eyes were blown out and bangs stuck to his forehead due to the sweat.
"Gonna fuck you so good, gonna make sure Hoseok knows you walk around with my cum inside you." He groaned.
The bed, Hoseok's bed, was knocking it's headboard onto the wall making relatively noticable sound.
"Say it." He asserted, "Say that you're mine and mine only."
"Fuck, I'm yours Jungkook!"
"Yeah baby, you're mine. Gonna- fuck- marry you one day."
His pace had your back arching and his words helped you reach your climax.
"Shit, come on, baby." He lifted your legs onto his shoulders, thrusts indicating that he's about to come as well.
You let out a load moan as you came coating his dick with arousal. Not even a few seconds later, came as well.
He slowly thrusted his cum into you as his cock softened.
Pulling out, he realised he came much more than he imagined and it leaked out of your pussy onto the sheets.
He smiled proudly. You looked at him in disbelief. Was this the same man a few seconds ago?
A knocked startled you both.
"Can I come in?" A very doubtful Hoseok asked from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, come in." Jungkook answered.
"Jungkook!" You covered your bottom half by pulling your shirt down.
Your best friend was disgusted to say the least. You realised that the walls were pretty thin and he could've heard you.
"Ugh! Did you guys have to do it on my bed?" Are you serious right now?"
"Hobi, I'm sorry, we're kind of naked, would you mind just shoo-ing away for a bit?" You said in a desperate tone.
"You know what? Keep the bed, I'll sleep on Jungkook's one from now on." Hobi turned to leave.
"But we've had sex on my bed too." Jungkook added.
"Just keep the whole room." Hoseok slammed the door shut.
Jungkook simply laughed.
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hii, i was wondering if you know this jk x yn fic where theyre both inexperienced and wanted to learn more abt sexual experiences before they go off to college…ive read it before but i cant seem to remember if the author deactivated or changed users T.T
hi anon! I've read a fair share of virginity loss fics, but I'm not sure I've read this one you're looking for :(
regardless! here's a few that come really close with what you're looking for:
first we have card swiped by @1kook, an ongoing series where jungkook (a virgin) offers to sleep with reader as her first time, making her believe he has experience. They're childhood best friends in college already and it has yet to get smutty, but it's really funny and endearing watching him navigate the before part of their first night together and gather enough courage to pull it off
up next is first & last by @kookiesjoonies, a night where best friends mc and jungkook play truth or dare and she admits she’s never been kissed, and jungkook wastes no time offering to be her first. It’s hot, it’s cute, it’s a great read so hope you like it as much as I did 🫶🏻
coming right up is the virgin volume by @kpopfanfictrash, this is set in the universe of rich man’s crochet club (highly recommend this joon fic too oh my god). It tells the story of how jungkook lost his virginity. It’s a friends to lovers story, but there’s ANGST, I won’t spoil.. But! This jungkook’s story continues in the monogamy monologues
and last but definitely not least, one of the first jk fics I read here! I still hold it close to my heart. It's for science by @boymeetsweevil, I can't recall if either are virgins, but nerd!jk asks the mc to let him observe her... for science. There's angst, there's fluff, there's 'science' and there's smut. It's a great fic and I highly recommend it 💜
hopefully someone that knows exactly the fic you're looking for will leave a reply, so keep an eye out <3
#saw this ask and deep dived into the virginity loss tag but couldn’t find it :(#if anyone knows which one they’re talking about please reply!! it’s greatly appreciated <3#these asks are fun. i’ve read so many new fics trying to find the ones you guys are looking for 🤓#time for tags!#jungkook rec#jungkook au#jungkook fic#virginity loss jungkook#virgin jungkook#jungkook smut#jungkook fluff#jungkook angst#jjk#askbox#anon ask
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♡ devotion (teaser) ft. jeon jungkook♡
a/n: i literally can’t stop listening to seven, it’s so addictive. i was meaning to write something but so many ideas came when i listened to this song.
warnings: nsfw (minors DNI).fem reader. pwp. unprotected sex. oral sex(f! receiving).
summary: jungkook is determined to get you back.
playlist suggested to listen while you read this <3
you could feel the third orgasm of the night build up, the coil on your belly tightening as he kept on pounding on you. he whispered in your ear that you belonged with him.
“he won’t make you feel the way i do, or does he? hmm?” jungkook said between groans.
“no…he will..never be you” you babbled, his teeth leaving small marks on your neck and your chest, leaving a trail of purplish marks for you to hide the next day before your friends noticed.
maybe it was a mistake to look for jungkook, but then again you would be lying to yourself if you said you couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good it felt to be under him, he would leave you breathless and wanting more until you couldn’t move anymore. unlike your current boyfriend, he would never do anything like that, he would just fuck because you asked him but there would be no sparks, no stars, nothing.
#i love seven#i was like ohh---#mr jeon im--#i was SPEECHLESS#anyways im working on this new fic hope you love it#bts smut#jk smut#jungkook smut#jeon jungkook smut#bangtan smut
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hi loves ✨ i’m currently working on a new fic, a veeery fluffy one and honestly i’m hesitating between jungkook, taehyung and yoongi to be the main character. i guess i need your help here 😭
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╰┈➤ ❝ is she the girl from the video?❞
VIDEO GIRL.TXT
→ (a jeon jungkook x black!fem oc fic)
→ all lowercase is intentional.
SYNOPSIS.
WHITNEY JOY HAS A VERY SIMPLE LIFE. at least, currently. since the age of six, she’s worked in the entertainment industry, finding her way in commercials, on cereal boxes, and even on your favorite shows. at sixteen, once she was old enough to understand what the words in her contract meant, she broke free from her company and began pursuing what she wanted to all along— music. making her official debut at seventeen, the girl gained a dedicated fanbase within the span of two years. swiping major awards left and right, tour after tour. she was officially living life in the fast lane.
it’s weird, though. not experiencing late night drives with friends, skipping around malls, or simply going to the movies. all of those experiences were slowly taken from her the deeper she was involved in the entertainment industry. the twenty four year old performer had finally, took time to herself. gone was the girl who stayed on your tv screen like the plague, and in was a woman. a woman who’s determined on getting her youth back. releasing albums once in a blue moon (every other year but okay), scheduling time to play games with her fans, and hanging out with her friends, whitney joy is on a mission to satiate her inner child.
and along that journey, she builds a relationship with the mischievous “golden maknae” of BTS, jeon jungkook. all because of an instagram live.
PARTS:
0.0 WHITNEY JOY PROFILE
0.1 THE LIVE
TAGS.
meet-cute, fluff, mild angst, suggestive content, OC is a hopeless romantic, also very earthy black girl coded, but thats her style
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ESCAPISM | JJK
୨୧ lipstick smudged like modern art..
word count: 3k
warnings: explicit smut
this is part of my drabble series, read more here!
"What did we say about disassociating?" comes the teasing voice of your best friend, Sumi. She was sitting across from you at the booth in the corner of this nightclub, where the lights were down and the music was up.
"Sorry..." you grumbled, taking another sip of your mocktail as if to pull yourself back into your own consciousness. In all truth, you had been zoning out for the past few minutes, unable to feel the club vibe at all.
You'd been sitting in the club for the past hour, eyes wandering over the crowd in boredom and watching the night play out. Your friends were here somewhere, but you weren't in the mood for dancing.
You were looking for something a little more fun.
That was when you saw him, leaning against one of the walls by the entrance. Looking so tempting in his black button up with the sleeves rolled to just above his elbows which showed off his full sleeve of dark tattoos. With the jeans that accentuated those thick thighs of his so perfectly, your first thought was getting him into your own pants.
And judging from the hooded glances he'd been making in your direction throughout the night, you could say he thought the same.
With enough alcohol in your system, you plucked up the courage to approach him.
You sauntered over, holding his gaze the whole trip across the club, until you were standing right in front of him.
From where you sat you could guess he was tall, but being right in front of him had you looking up.
"Five more seconds, and I would've come over myself," was the first thing he had said, his voice a rich timbre that sounded like honey. His eyes held yours, lips tugging up at the corners slightly.
It took you by surprise, you'd expected those eyes to be all over you by now. Your tiny black dress left little to the imagination and this man had front row access right now.
"I like the sound of that.. should I go back?" you asked in a sultry voice, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly. The man smiled, the soft rumble of a chuckle shaking his chest.
Inside, a searing heat started in his belly at your hooded eyes staring up at him, all but screaming 'fuck me' at him.
He was even more attractive up close, the smoothness of his skin enough to make any woman jealous and a jawline that could kill.
You could distinguish a freckle just below his lip that winked at you when he smiled.
"I'm Jungkook."
"Yn." you replied, taking the hand he held out to shake. You hoped the lighting of the club would be able to mask the blush creeping up onto your cheeks at the soft kiss he planted to the back of your hand.
"Would you like to get out of here, Yn?" he asked, doing the same head tilt you had done earlier, the way he said your name sending a bout of arousal straight to your core.
"Only if you promise not to kill me," you replied, gazing up at him as he finally straightened up.
God he was even taller now.
"Ah.. I guess that's out of the picture now." he joked softly, offering you his arm. Something about his confidence, or just him in general, had you taking it with no hesitation, wrapping a hand around his bicep as Jungkook led you out of the club.
You took your phone from your pocket to shoot your friend a quick text.
| leaving with a cute guy :) he's too pretty to be a murderer so hopefully i'll be home tomorrow..
You pocketed your phone and turned your head to see Jungkook smiling down at you.
"So you think I'm cute huh?" he teased as the two of you rounded the corner.
You'd thought he'd take you straight to his home, but it seemed Jungkook had different things in mind.
You were familiar with this part of the city since your friend Taehyung lived in an apartment not too far from here. The streets were well lit, and the lobbies of office buildings were still open with plenty of people inside, the first place you were running to if things turned sour.
But looking at the man beside you, blowing a stray piece of hair that seemed to be annoying him, you didn't think he could hurt a fly.
And for some odd reason, you felt safe with Jungkook.
He took your hand as he crossed the road and you laughed along with him when he nearly tripped on the curb.
The two of you hadn't stopped talking since you'd left the club, and you soon learnt that the confident playboy you had thought you'd met earlier was nothing but a dork.
"I'm just saying! The Demon Slayer movie was one of the best anime movies!" he exclaimed and then proceeded to give a detailed review of the film.
Yeah, you definitely weren't getting murdered tonight.
You only realised you were walking through the park when you cleared the line of trees and saw the reflection of the moon sparkling in the pond ahead.
Despite the loss of warmth from your hand leabing his, Jungkook's smile is nothing but warm as he watches you attempt to run over to the edge of the pond in your heels, almost tripping at least twice.
"I like to go here when I need time to myself," Jungkook said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
He wasn't sure why he shared such an insignificant fact about himself, but it was easy to talk to you when it seemed like he'd known you for ever.
Jungkook had to remind himself that he'd only met you half an hour ago.
"So you live around here?"
Jungkook nodded, pointing to a large building over the trees on the other side of the park.
"That's my apartment building."
Jungkook found himself staring at you as you turned back to the pond, watching the ducks in awe, laughing softly when you told him how you wished you had some bread to throw.
Fuck, was he really considering running to the nearest convenience store to buy you bread?
There was no doubt he thought you were attractive, he really was going to approach you earlier when you'd beaten him to it. You had come over, looking so irresistible with your hips swaying as you walked, and Jungkook knew he was in for it.
And then you'd spoken to him, and he almost fell to his knees.
The moon hung in the sky, casting soft glows of pale ivory down onto your face and Jungkook just couldn't help but cup your jaw as he softly pressed his lips to yours.
You were slightly taken aback, since you'd spent the past few minutes in silence as you watched the ducks, but you quickly reciprocated, kissing him sweetly.
You both pull away with a smile.
"What was that for?" you laugh sweetly, trying tucking a strand of hair behind your ear out of shyness.
"I've wanted to do that all night," Jungkook admits quietly, brushing it away for you.
"What else have you wanted to do?" you ask, gazing up at him. Jungkook chuckles at your brashness, linking your hands together as he leads you in the direction of his apartment.
"Why don't we go and find out?"
The duality of the man before you was not to be taken lightly.
Despite looking so cute and dorky when he was showing you pictures of his dog earlier, he sure was pounding into you hard enough to see stars.
"Fuck, Jungkook.." you groaned, nails raking down his back, harsh enough to leave marks, as his hips slammed continuously into you.
With every drag of his thick cock against your walls, the head of it brushing against your cervix every time he thrust back in, you were inching closer and closer to your release.
Said man emerged from your neck, where he had been attacking your skin with kisses and gentle nibbles, to look down at you with a smile.
"Such a pretty girl," he cooed, the pet name earning a mewl from you as Jungkook leaned down for a kiss. You groaned into his mouth when he grinded against you as he did so, and the familiar feeling in your stomach soon started to bloom.
Not only was his duality no joke, Jungkook's stamina was simply something was else.
He'd already given you two orgasms, one while riding his face and the other when he pounded into you from behind as you were pressed up against his windows.
You'd bashfully admitted that you thought it would be hot, and Jungkook wasn't about to deny you.
His hips sped up their pace, determined to bring you to your third high of the night, and when Jungkook's hand reached between your bodies to press against your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came with his name on your tongue.
He helped you ride out your orgasm, taking your lips in his again and kissing you roughly.
You were too busy relishing in your own pleasure to realise Jungkook's hips begin to falter and he thrusted once, twice, before he was spilling himself into the condom while sighing out your name before collapsing beside you.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Jungkook rolls out of bed to dispose of the condom. You take the time to pad off to his bathroom and pee. The reflection that greets you when you wash your hands is well and truly fucked out, hair a mess and makeup barely intact.
You make it to bed before Jungkook, having no idea where he had disappeared to. You make yourself comfortable in his bed, closing your eyes and waiting patiently for his return.
You hear the soft footfalls as he enters the room, and peeking an eye open you see him back in his boxers holding a glass of water in his hand.
When he sees you in his bed, his eyes glaze over again but he reminds himself you're already tired out.
You take the glass of water he offers you, gulping it down and placing it on the bedside table just as Jungkook slides into bed beside you.
"You lied.." you said through heavy breaths, resting your chin on his shoulder and gazing up at him. Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up in question, his hand soothing circles on your hip. You hadn't even notice him wrap an arm around you, the warmth of his body already so familiar.
"That sex just killed me."
Jungkook snorted, and you couldn't help but break out into a grin. You had joked about him killing you earlier, and with the way he easily drew three orgasms out of you, he basically had.
"You're something else, Yn." Jungkook shook his head, leaning over to switch his lamp off and submerge the room in darkness. With the blinds half drawn, it wasn't completely dark- the skyline casting just enough light to see the city around you."
"You're so lucky to have this view all to yourself," you murmured, earning a noncommittal hum from Jungkook in reply. Soon his warmth is at your back, spooning you from behind as you both look out at the night beyond his windows.
"It gets lonely sometimes though."
The sentence itself was sad, but the longing in his voice sent a certain pang to your chest that you weren't sure how to interpret.
As you fell asleep blanketed by Jungkook's warmth, you couldn't help but feel that same longing.
The next morning, you woke up to the sun still slowly climbing over the horizon, rays of light peeking from behind the city buildings and painting the room in pretty pastel pinks and purples.
Jungkook was still sleeping soundly, face buried in the crook of your neck and an arm draped protectively around your middle.
He was quite the clingy sleeper.
You laid awake for a few minutes, letting yourself bask in the warmth and safety you felt in that moment as you lay with Jungkook. You'd never felt so contempt the morning after a hookup, usually sneaking out as soon as you were awake. But you let yourself enjoy Jungkook's company for a few more moments.
After all, they would be the last.
You slowly peeled his arm off of you, ignoring the sudden feeling of missing his warmth as you slid out of bed and quietly put your clothes back on. You made sure to send Sumi a quick text to say you were still alive before checking you had all of your things.
You weren't quite sure why you hesitated in the doorway of his bedroom, or why you stood there for a solid minute or two watching him sleep.
Maybe you were the murderer this whole time.
Your heart un-doubtedly squeezed in your chest when you saw Jungkook reach for you amongst the sheets, face scrunching up so cutely you almost abandoned everything and climbed back into bed.
But you knew you couldn't do that.
No matter how much fun you had last night with Jungkook, walking through the city and getting to know him, and then coming to his apartment and getting the brains fucked out of you, you knew that it would be easier to just forget him.
It'd save you both the heartbreak later on.
When Jungkook found a pillow and eased again, you finally willed yourself to turn and leave. Navigating yourself through his spacious apartment, you found the front door and put your shoes on before calling for an Uber.
You told yourself that you only looked back a final time and hesitated because you wanted to make sure you didn't forget anything.
With a sigh, you closed the door behind you and said goodbye to the closest thing to love you'd ever have.
"Was he big?"
Not even a minute after you opened the door and Sumi was already asking her questions.
You hadn't even taken your shoes off yet.
Perched on the couch, your best friend sips her morning coffee as one of her Kdramas plays on the TV at a low volume.
"Mhm.." you reply, throwing yourself down onto the couch beside her. Sumi raises an eyebrow, glancing at you and taking in your sullen expression.
"You're not seeing him again are you?" she sighs, slightly disappointed.
Having known you since college, Sumi was well aware of your dating ethic.
To sum it up: you didn't date.
Not that you couldn't get dates, you got plenty. But you never let them get anywhere or too serious, you were self-destructive like that. Hook ups and short flings were more your avenue.
She takes your silence as the usual answer.
"Babe, you gotta let yourself be happy.." Sumi sighs again.
"I am happy," you smile, trying your best to convince her.
You wouldn't be lying if you said that you were happy with your life. Living in an apartment with your best friend, having friends you could rely on and a steady paying job that fuelled your reading addiction, there wasn't much more you could ask for.
"I have you, and all our friends."
"That's not what I mean, Yn.." she frowns, cupping your face in her hands.
"You came home with a glow, and not just a post mind-blowing sex glow."
You stare at her confused.
"You were glowing like you finally found someone you really connect with."
You look away, brows furrowing as if you couldn't believe what she just said. Instead you stare at a spot on the wall, afraid to meet her gaze.
To say that you could look at couples on the street and not wish you had something like they had would be a complete lie. But your fear of commitment made it hard for you to seek out those kinds of relationships, choosing the safe option and sticking to hooking up with strangers and then never seeing them again.
But Sumi was right. You did connect with Jungkook. You connected with him so fast and easily it terrified you. He was so easy to talk to, and you found yourself laughing so hard tears sprung in your eyes more than once last night.
"Well he's gone now," you shrug, leaning forward to grab the remote, being yelled at for changing the channel would be better than having this conversation.
"You literally know where he lives.." Sumi deadpans, snatching the remote back with a scowl.
While that was true, you weren't about to rock up at his door after leaving this morning.
"Hey Jungkook! Sorry I snuck out of your house without saying goodbye, anyway do you wanna date me and deal with all my internalised issues?"
When you'd walked into his apartment, he had ordered pizza for the both of you and put a movie on- something people usually didn't do for their hookups. It was nice to just hang out with him though, and maybe if you hadn't hooked up with him, you could've been friends with Jungkook.
But you did hook-up with him. And if you caught feelings, it'd just hurt way more because Jungkook was the type of person who would treat you well.
It was only more of a reason to forget about him.
Save you the heartbreak, you remind yourself.
He might've been the best lay of your life, but Jeon Jungkook was only an escape, and there was no way in hell you were seeing him again.
it's been a while friends! hope you enjoyed this little thing.. if you did or didn't please let me know! i always want to hear your thoughts <3 talk to me here!!
this was originally supposed to become a big oneshot but i have commitment issues with finishing anything so its been sitting in my drafts for months.. so i thought i'd just turn it into a quick little fic :)
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To Blossom 🚀 Chapter 16
He finished tucking her in, then grinned widely and hid his face in a pillow possibly to laugh as she pursed her lips. He had placed pillows all around her and wrapped her tightly inside the blanket, making a cocoon of sorts. She raised an eyebrow as he laughed quietly, a grin wide on his face.
“What are you doing?” She asked and instantly a subtone of amusement tried to slip through. She wasn’t mad, and his laughter eased her heart so much she could swear it took wing.
Instead of answering, he bit his lip and let her wiggle a little until she was comfortable. She was really there, wrapped in his blanket and afloat on his pillows with slightly puffy hair contrasting with the fluffy fabrics. He just couldn’t get enough of it.
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double trouble | mlist
COLLAB; @bangtanstanst & @jooneos
GENRE; smut, fluff, humour, a dash of angst
RATING; explicit
PAIRING; jeon jungkook/f!reader, christian yu/f!reader, christian yu/jeon jungkook/f!reader, christian yu/jeon jungkook
WORDCOUNT; currently 59k
AU; tattoo parlour/flower shop!au, roommate!au, friends2lovers
WARNINGS; explicit sex, porn with plot, swearing, light dom/sub themes, bicurious!jungkook, switch!jungkook, soft dom!christian, sub!reader, tequila is drunk, consensual tipsy sex, polyamory, unprotected but safe sex, brat!reader, bisexual!christian, hung!christian yu, jealousy, dirty talk, threesome (m/m/f), grinding, oral sex, fingering, double penetration (more warnings in individual chapters)
› SYNOPSIS; a bet with your roommate jungkook gets you in a world of trouble, though you’re not exactly complaining. after all, who wouldn’t love trouble when it comes in the form of the man, the myth, the legend; the tattoo artist across the street, christian motherfucking yu?
› NOTE; this started with us just thirsting over christian yu and devolved into a smut collab. we regret nothing. also if you don’t know who christian yu is, my friend, go google him right now.
› PLAYLIST
› MASTERLISTS; jooneos | bangtanstanst
— PROLOGUE
— CHAPTER ONE
— CHAPTER TWO
— CHAPTER THREE
— CHAPTER FOUR › coming soon.
— CHAPTER FIVE › coming soon.
— EPILOGUE › coming soon.
let us know if you want to be tagged to know as soon as it goes up! :)
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Forever and a day (KTH x READER) series♡ •liar liar• chapter 2
Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.
Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.
Pairing: taehyung x female!reader
Rating: 18+
Word count: a little under 5k
Chapter warnings: smut!!! Confusing emotions, so much angst omg. Tae is kinda an idiot. You’re confused. It’s a mess. Also not a warning but we see chaeyoung and dahyun!!
Read part one https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/cupoftaae/705377053503094784
A/N
Ok so ...wow!! I didn’t expect so many people to enjoy this story. I kinda threw it together but I’m beginning to really fall in love with writing it. Thank you all so much for reading, liking and reblogging. It seriously means so much to me. •••Tag list is open so if you wish to be tagged with each new chapter please feel free to lmk. •• happy reading!!!
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Taehyung and you had continued to watch movies throughout the evening, eventually moving back into your room to lay down, because you were complaining of back pain from leaning against the couch.
“Go refill this” You laughed and shoved the popcorn bowl into taehyungs chest. “God you are so aggressive, remind me why I decided to be your roommate?” He spoke louder as his footsteps led him into the kitchen. “Because I’m adorable, now shut up and be quick, I’m gonna pick my own choice of movie” you spoke, throwing the blankets over you and turning the lights off.
When taehyung had entered the room again he stood at the doorway and peered over at you, you looked so cute under a mountain of blankets, bangs hanging messily over your forehead as you appeared to be extremely invested in whatever was on tv. “What?” You spoke, looking at him as he walked over, he laughed and shook his head. “Why are we sitting in pitch black? Did we forget to pay the electric bill?” Taehyung sneered as you pulled him into the bed. “Aww are you scared of the dark tae?” He scoffed and sat down, pulling his body under the covers as well. “Don’t worry I’ll protect you” you joked and wrapped your body against his, leaning into his side. His breath hitched, silently cursing himself for feeling so awkward around you. He felt like he was the one making it weird.
A few minutes had past when he felt your eyes staring at him. “Are you not paying attention?” He asked, without looking down at you. “Oh, I’m paying attention....” you mumbled, finger picked up to drag along his jaw and across his nose, an action that you always did with him, but haven’t done for a while....for, well, obvious reasons. “Y/n” he spoke sternly, shifting uncomfortably, he couldn’t be the only one seeing the wrongness in this. He was laying in bed with someone else’s girlfriend, a girl he was IN LOVE WITH. You sighed deeply, hot air brushing against his neck as you pushed yourself up to his ear. “this movie is boring...let’s do something” You nearly whispered, tae wanted to punch himself for how fast he got hard. This was definitely wrong, no denying it. “Y/n...” he turned his head to you, and that’s when your lips met his. Taehyung would be lying to say he pushed away, how could he? You were the one in a relationship, technically he was doing nothing wrong!
“Hmmm missed you” you moaned into his mouth before pulling the covers back and moving to straddle his thigh. Taehyungs hands moved from your waist to your ass, pressing it against him harder as he buried his face into your neck. “This is wrong”
He mumbled, a slight bite to your earlobe. “Then why are you hard, you lair” you teased, taking his hands off your waist to pull back, pulling your shift off your body and tossing it to the side. Taehyung was sitting against the headboard, practically sweating as he watched you. When did you start buying lingerie bras? When the two of you hooked up, you always wore a sports bra of some sort. Something about just wearing lingerie turned him on even more for some reason, maybe because it was red. Somewhere in the back of his mind he believed you wore it tonight for him. “You’re so pretty, baby” he spoke quietly, watching as you carefully picked up his hands and pressed them against your chest, biting your lip as you watched his reaction. “Y/n, I....we shouldn’t be doing this” he stuttered, seconds away from giving into temptation. “baby please, touch me, please baby” you practically moaned as you leaned against him further, legs digging into the mattress on either side of his thigh. “I don’t care I don’t” you shook your head, trying to convince him you wanted this. “It’s ok” you affirmed, watching the cogs turn in his head.
Without saying anything, taehyung leaned forward to kiss you once more, this time rather harshly. His hands gripped your breasts before sliding their way around to find the clasp. He quickly undid it before throwing it somewhere off the bed, he can Thank the experience he’s had with you for that trick.
You moaned loudly as he pressed his mouth against your breast, swirling his tongue around slowly as he stimulated your nipple. “Tae...” you pushed your hands against him, practically melting into his touch. His other hand lifted back to the other breast, running his finger over the delicate center as you hummed contently. You were becoming needier by the minute, rocking your hips slowly against his leg, throwing your head back slightly.
“Shit baby, ride my thigh” taehyung grunted and ran his hands to unbutton your jeans, moving you up as he slid them off. You watched his fingers cling onto the sides of your underwear, taking them off with a swift motion.
“You’re so fucking wet” he mumbled, running two fingers over your folds, moving up to press against your clit. “Ah!” You leaned forward, hands gripping his shoulders. He pulled his hand away to position you over his thigh, pulling you down once you moved closer. “Mmmmm” you moaned, beginning to rock carefully against him. “Feels good baby” you sighed, feeling his mouth begin to attack yours, tongues practically down each others throats. His deep grunts were enough to leave your body vibrating. “Ta-ah! Fuck!” You dug your nails into his shoulder when he pushed his thigh up, helping you move more swiftly. “Is that good, angel?” He asked so teasingly. “God, you’re nasty” his fingers pushed into your thighs. “I should’ve fucked you first but” he began, “this, this is more enjoyable”
“Shit, I’m gonna cum” You whined, picking the pace up as your grind your bare cunt against his thigh. “Fuck! fuck, Ah-“ you moaned loudly into the air as your orgasm crashed over you, face falling into his shoulder as you pressed up to him, pathetic whines filling into his ear, “taehyung” You whimpered
Taehyungs eyes shot open when he realized what had happened. Suddenly he was awake, sitting behind you on the couch, incredibly hard. Holy shit. He just had a wet dream...ABOUT YOU.
Quickly sitting up, he watched your expression. Ok, you were still asleep. He made his way to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror, god he was an awful person. This is his best friend, this was you, and he just dreamt of getting you off with his thigh when you have your boyfriend coming to visit in less than 12 hours.
This shit was getting worse by the minute, perhaps in times like these he wishes the two of you never started hooking up in the first place.
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“Why’d you leave last night?” You asked, watching taehyung walk into the kitchen. “Oh...i was getting sore laying on the couch, I’m too tall to sleep there” he mumbled as he watched you prepare kimchi for later.
You nodded in understanding as you turned around to reach for some pots and dishes. He watched as your stretched your back, shirt hugging your curves just right. He had to look away, how could he even be in your presence right now after what occurred just a few hours ago. He could only imagine how much of a pervert you’d think he is if you knew.
“Can you help me?” You asked, watching tae spring over to help grab a few plates from the top shelf. “Thank you” You mutter, continuing your cooking. “Oh by the way your parents called me”
Tae turned around to see you, “what?” He seemed confused. “They said they are coming to Seoul in 2 weeks and wanted to plan a dinner with us” you shrugged, turning to him. “I think that’s nice taehyung”
“It’s nice...but I don’t know” he plucked at the collar of his shirt. “y/n, Last time I spoke with them wasn’t very enjoyable for either of us I think”
About a year ago, taehyung got into a fight with his parents about dropping out of college, he works for a business Corp now, which he thoroughly enjoys because he can work in office or at home whenever he chooses. However his parents are disappointed in him not becoming a doctor like they had hoped, and they actually ended up blaming you for his lack of studious determination. You were in college to become a theatre actress, it was your major anyway. You knew that this is what you had wanted for a long time, but in the eyes of his parents, they saw it as useless. But you knew you’d rather make less money and be happy than he unhappy and make lots of money.
“It’s been a while though, and who knows? Maybe they want to apologize for being wrong!” You giggle as you watched him open the fridge.
Taehyung shrugged before looking at a pack of desserts, reaching his hand to look at the labels. “Don’t touch those” you whine, knowing how much of a snack thief he is. “They are for later” you pat his back as he pouts, making your heart soar. “When is he coming over?” He asks. “It’s not just him coming, I invited some other girls from my theatre class too, but they are coming at 1” you mumble, too focused on cooking.
Tae looked at the clock, it was 11:50, he only had a little over an hour to get ready. “Okay, let me know if you need help with anything” he spoke cheeringly as he left the kitchen, leaving you at the counter with Yeontan by your feet, attempting to catch droplets of food.
Taehyung showered and shaved, brushing gel through his hair after blow drying it. Now, he knows it’s weird to say he’s dressing to impress kaito, but that’s exactly what he’s doing, just not for the reason you’re thinking. He wants to basically show him up in typical taehyung fashion, perhaps make him jealous?
He rummaged through his closet before deciding on a blue Hawaiian shirt paired with black jeans.
Across the hall, you were panicking in the bathroom as you tried to straighten your hair but it only ended up looking flat and weird. “Stop being so....UGLY!” You whisper yell to yourself as you point to your reflection in the mirror. You ultimately decide to wet your hair so it can curl up again, opting for it to just be natural and messy. After throwing on makeup (you indeed did not just “throw on” makeup, you spent 20 minutes on eyeliner) you put on a white long sleeved shirt and put black overalls ontop, you looked cute you supposed, but you couldn’t help but wonder what you’d look like in taehyungs eyes. Was it wrong to want to be seen as prettier to him when your literal boyfriend was on his way over.
You walked out to the kitchen when you saw taehyung grabbing a beer out of the fridge, your mouth grew dry just seeing him. He looked like walking sex. You cleared your throat, “you look handsome” you Shyly mumble and make your way over, hugging him playfully. His eyes dart down to you, feeling his heartbeat quicken from just how stunning you looked, unaware of the difficulties you had getting ready, and you called him handsome, YOU!
“Oh, thank you y/n, you look beautiful.” He spoke, turning back to the counter, “kaito is a lucky guy huh” he spoke quietly. “I suppose so” you joked, brushing your bangs out of your face and looking at him. “You smell nice” he added, the perfume infiltrating his nose as an all too familiar scent, suddenly drawing him back to the dream he had last night as he awkwardly tried to step a few feet away from you.
“Thanks bubs” you smile, grabbing a water to cool your nerves down, at this point you couldn’t even pin point why you were nervous in the first place. “Are you ok?” You asked, eyes drawing to the fidgety boy in front of you. He shrugged and looked down, the guilt was eating him alive, “y/n, can we talk later?” He sighed.
You tilted your head, confused but willing. “Yeah? Are you ok th-“ you were interrupted by the doorbell, both you and your roommate sharing a frightful look.
You ran to open the door, adjusting your hair as taehyung stood behind you. “Hi!” You said sweetly as the door opened, your friends and boyfriend present with foods and drinks in their arms. “Hi baby” kaito spoke, walking in to press a quick kiss to your lips. Taehyung clenched his jaw and noticed how much taller he was compared to him. Not to be an asshole and make everything about masculinity, but he hated seeing his height. Kaitos eyes looked behind you to meet taehyungs, his body halting as taehyung just raised his eyebrows teasingly, a look that read “go on, say something”. You looked between both of them before speaking up, “kaito this is taehyung, my roommate and best friend, tae, this is kaito” you cheer, wrapping an arm around your boyfriend. “ I think we’ve met” kaito bit, “really?? When?” You peered up. “Oh somewhere at the coffee shop, I think” taehyung spoke, biting back a giggle as he walked away to meet your other friends.
“You look so good” You spoke, playing with kaitos hair as he kissed your forehead. “Thanks baby” he led with you into the kitchen.
He couldn’t even return the compliment to you? This only left you feeling insecure, checking your appearance in every reflection available.
“You have such a cute apartment you guys!” Your friend chaeyoung cheered, looking around at all the decorations. “I was gonna say, it’s perfect” dahyun added, moving to the wall of photos and smiling. “What are these?” She asked, you pulled away from kaito to walk over and look. “Oh this is from last summer when taehyung and I went on this Europe trip for his work, it was so fun and we even got to go to Paris for a night” you pointed at the picture of you and taehyung by the Eiffel Tower.
Taehyung stood in the kitchen, smiling to himself as he thought of how fun that trip was, it was just you two alone. Kaito looked and scrunched his face up, opening his beer before looking at taehyung. Would it be wrong for taehyung to say he found joy in how much your boyfriend seemed to despise him? Because he now had the urge to pull every string.
About an hour later, all of you had eaten, and now were sitting in the living room eating desserts and drinking wine, lost in random conversations. Taehyung impatiently tapped his foot against the other, waiting for you to come back out of your room you had fled to randomly 15 mins ago. “Where’s y/n?” Chaeyoung asked, frowning as she opened up the cinnamon bread, “she is gonna be back and hate me because this is gonna be gone” she pointed down at the dessert, earning a laugh from dahyun. “Just be patient” she pushed her, the two girls giggling as taehyung sat up and walked over to your door. Kaito watched him from the couch, scanning over him and paying attention to his actions.
Carefully, he knocked against your door, whispering into the frame. “Y/n, it’s me, can I come in?”
There was a moment of silence before you walked over and whispered, “yeah”. You stood back and watched the boy come in, him completely unaware your boyfriend was watching the whole thing as he shut the door behind him. Taehyung was taken back when he saw you “Why are you crying?” He asked softly, cupping your face and wiping your tears. You shrugged and sniffled, “it’s stupid” you sigh and look away. “Obviously not if it’s bothering you. You never cry” he pointed out. You bit the inside of your lip as you looked down at your feet next to his, he was right. You never cried, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to confide in him.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Your voice spoke shakily. Taehyung scanned over your face, unsure how to approach this. “I don’t feel pretty” you shrugged, tears welling up. He couldn’t help but smile a little, “see! It’s stupid! You are laughing at me” You whined before he grasped your hand. “I’m laughing because how could such a beautiful girl say that about herself?” He spoke meaningfully. Your eyes looked up at his so softly he could have melted into the floor at that moment. “Do you actually think I’m beautiful?” You whispered. “Absolutely” he nodded and brushed your hair back, squeezing your hand as you leaned forward to hug him tightly, making him rock a bit before catching his footing. He wrapped his long arms around you and rubbed your back, head resting on top of yours.
“Can I come in?” Suddenly the two of you broke apart at the sound of kaitos voice by the door. You wiped your tears and looked over. “Are you ok?” He asked, eyes darting to Taehyung. “I am, let’s go have dessert” you grab his hand and lead him out of your room. Taehyung stayed in there for a moment to catch his breath, mentally preparing himself to go back into the living room.
If taehyung hadn’t known any better, he would say dahyun was flirting with him. “Honestly your skin is so fucking smooth, how do you do your routine?? Or- wait! I bet your one of those guys who just naturally have nice ass skin even though they wash their face with like a fucking bar of soap or some shit!” She laughed, moving practically into his lap as she examined every pore on his face. He beamed over at you, across at the other couch and sent a very telling ‘help me NOW’ look, you simply giggled, knowing dahyun pretty much did this everytime she was within 5 feet of a male. She’s always been boy crazy, but you still kept an eye on her while she was conversing next to taehyung. You knew in the back of your mind that the reason taehyung skin is so nice is well, because of YOU. You lend him all your products and even have occasional skincare nights, though, he would never admit it to dahyun. “Genetics” he shrugs.
As the next hour went on, more drinks were ingested and you all sat on the floor around the living room table. “Baby, did you know chaeyoung’s roommate moved out?” Kaito turned to you, hopeful eyes as he rubbed your lower back. “Really??” You turned your head to your friend, “yeah, she had to go back home and she actually dropped out I think” chae nodded. “Aww” you respond, kaito grabbing your attention. “You should move in with her! Wouldn’t that be fun!” He pokes you with his elbow.
This conversation grabbed taehyungs attention, looking away from dahyun’s phone where she was showing him pictures from her own trip to Europe. “Wha- why, why would she need to move out?” He panicked slightly, feeling anger at his sudden attempt to pull you away from him. Kaitos eyebrows raised as he looked at the boy across from him. “Because they’re friends?” He stated. “Ok? Y/N and I are friends too? We have been since we were 12. I think we are content living together” he laughed at the end of his words. You looked at taehyung sympathetically, appreciating his effort of defense but also warning him to not pick a fight like he tends to do everywhere he goes. “Plus chaeyoung is welcome over here anytime if she wants to” tae nodded. “Yeah sure, you’re friends, but it’s different” kaito adds.
“How so?” Taehyung chucked, “please enlighten me!!” He sat up.
“Tae” you warned, his eyes ignoring yours. “I’m just saying, I think she would be more comfortable with a female roommate” kaito sipped his drink as chaeyoung and dahyun watched with awkwardness. “First of all, you can’t speak for her. Second of all...Why? You don’t trust me? It’s not like we have sex” he casually said, your face turning to a red fire as you pounded your fist onto the table. “Stop taehyung!” You were in shock of his behavior, what the fuck was up his ass. Kaito looked taken back as well, watching the boy in front of him seem to lose his mind. “Or maybe it’s some excuse so you can have her all to yourself, here’s a little tip buddy, if you wanna keep a girlfriend maybe you should stop trying to be a control freak, also compliment her once in a while, it’s nothing off your back, you self centered asshole”
You stood up at his words, embarrassed that he would mention the reason of your tears earlier. You couldn’t tell if you were more ashamed of taehyungs actions, or the fact taehyung himself saw how unperfect you and Kaito actually were compared to what you’ve been telling him. “Enough!!!” You spoke shakily, tears brimming your eyes as you walked off, turning around to speak. “I’m sorry to end tonight like this, but please go home.” You sadly spoke, pushing taehyung and kaito away when they both approached you. “Get away from me!! Both of you!!” You shout, tears falling down your cheek in embarrassment. “You” your finger pointed at taehyung. “You are so much better than this!” He looked down in shame, he hurt you and he didn’t even realize it, he was being selfish. “And you” you pointed to your boyfriend. “Why would you even bring that conversation up? I’m quite happy living here, you just started a whole issue!!” You wipe your tears in frustration and turn to your room, everyone looking around as chaeyoung awkwardly walks out, followed by an angry kaito.
Dahyun grabs her purse and walks up to taehyung, who had been hiding and pushing down his tears. “It’s ok” she whispered, rubbing his arm. “Dahyun please, I’m sure you are a nice gi-“
“You love her.” She simply interrupted.
“What??” He was taken back, watching the girl in front of him speak. “You love y/n. And that’s ok” she comforted. “Go apologize to her, she’ll....come around” a soft smile and weak hug left her grabbing her coat and heading out, taehyung standing in confusion once the door shut. His eyes darting to the locked bedroom door that you were in, contemplating his entrance.
You paced your room, skin red and hot as you wiped your makeup off with a single wipe. You changed out of your days outfit and put on a shirt, that happened to be taehyungs, and sweatpants. You climbed into bed, sniffling as you laid against your pillow. Your phone rang with notifications from kaito, some messages asking wtf just happened, and others asking when he can see you again, this time without the others. You scoffed and threw your phone across the room.
You looked up at the ceiling before turning to your side, grasping one of your pillows and spilling tears into it. Your fingers ran delicate patterns on the side of the pillow, you wanted to pretend it was taehyung you were holding, inhaling deeply and pressing your head against the top of it. You felt guilty. For two things, actually. One, for yelling at taehyung. You knew he was a hot head and started getting angry and defensive when he was uncomfortable, you couldn’t blame him, the tension in the room could be cut in 4’s. The other was, well, the fact you currently wished to be cuddling next to someone who isn’t your boyfriend. Sure, you lied to taehyung about how great you and kaito were, but you didn’t want him to think you just picked the first boy who gave you attention. As the weeks have gone by, perhaps you realize you did just that. Maybe you weren’t ready for a relationship, maybe you pushed yourself into the dating world just to get taehyung out of your mind. You sigh deeply and sit up, looking at your appearance in a mirror across, hanging on the wall. You were a fucking mess, physically and mentally. You were going to just head back to bed but it’s then when you remembered how taehyung asked to talk with you this morning. You knew he probably wasn’t up for it anymore, but you didn’t want to leave him with a full chest to sleep on when he had an opportunity to talk with you. You peeled the covers back and tiptoe over to the door, opening it quietly.
He wasn’t in the kitchen or living room so you assumed he was in his own room.
You quietly walk over and knock on his door, when there is no response you worry, opting to creek the door a little and find him already passed out in bed. You looked down and shut the door. He never sleeps this early. Oh you felt bad....real bad. Making your way into the kitchen for a cup of water, you found a small sticky note attached to the edge of the counter. You picked it up and held it close, reading it.
“I’m sorry :(“
You let out an audible “aw”, sighing and beginning to feel emotional for some reason. You didn’t mean to hurt him, he’s probably sleeping with the assumption you hate him now. You made a mental note to speak with him first thing in the morning to clear things out, tucking the sticky note into your pocket and going back to bed.
Throughout the night, your mind raced of only taehyung. It was wrong to think of him like this....right?
Maybe you were the one in the wrong here. You clutched your head in confusion, you thought you were doing yourself a favor pushing taehyung out of the picture to focus on a relationship, but the truth is that you should’ve said something to him. You should’ve told him how you felt. You really can’t predict how he would have reacted, maybe he felt the same for you. You regret this with your entire body, You loved taehyung, and you hated yourself for it.
Perhaps it was kaito you needed to talk to instead.
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