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Over The Odds | The Confession

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 5.5k

Jungkook reacts badly when you run into your ex in the club

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, alcohol, jk & oc yell at each other, oc is a brat

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Y/N: Jungkook, there’s no easy way to say this but I have feelings for you. I know that goes against the contract but I wanna be honest with you. You’re the person I wanna be with, and if that means that we have to end things because you don’t feel the same then so be it… At least you know how I feel

No, you can’t send that – so you choose to delete it and throw your head back with a frustrated groan. If only it could be that simple, if only you had the courage to press send. Wishful thinking on your part to be so naïve to think that things will all work out in the end. Life isn’t a romantic comedy where boy meets girl, they fall in love and live happily ever after, no, life is more…complicated.

It’s a Friday night and you’re standing at the bar in some high end nightclub in London, Jimin had dragged you here almost an hour ago and you’re already over it. The club is full of people your age all dressed to perfection, not a single stain or wrinkle on their authentic designer clothes – you too have scrubbed up for the occasion, settling for a very short deep red dress that exposes your entire back and just enough of your breasts to get the barman’s attention:

“What can I get you?” He can barely keep his eyes zoned in your face as they flicker to your chest with a smile.

“Gin sling please, extra lime. A double.” You hold up two digits, your expression remaining unimpressed at the stranger ogling your cleavage. “And two bottles of beer, any kind.”

After paying you head back to your booth where Jimin and Taehyung are sitting, both wearing white dress shirts and coloured slacks. The dynamic between them is surprising to you, at first you were adamant that your best friend and Jungkook’s best friend were romantically involved, but you’ve come to learn that Taehyung isn’t gay, though apparently Jimin did make a move on him the night they met that he’s rather embarrassed about now.

It's nice that Jimin has a ‘guy-friend’ he can confide in, you’ve been his only friend for such a long time and usually straight men weren’t interested in befriending him because of a little thing called homophobia – Taehyung isn’t like that though, he’s sweet and kind and in many ways he reminds you of Jimin, especially when he always seems to be flirting with, well, Jimin.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t fucking?” You snort, sliding onto the seat opposite them putting down the drinks, gesturing to the way Tae’s hand rests on Jimin’s upper thigh below the table. “I didn’t come here to third wheel all night.”

Taehyung immediately retracts his veiny hand and grins, “You know it’s quite rude to ask people about their sex lives Y/N.”

“Why is it?” You shrug with a playful expression, “You know everything about mine.” You wink, and Jimin doubles over in fits of hysterical laughter.

“Touché,” Tae chuckles, raising his beer in a cheers, “To Y/N becoming a member of the mile high club last week.”

Jimin’s eyes almost pop out of his skull and his mouth falls open so wide you’re certain you could fit your entire fist in there if you tried, “What?! You didn’t tell me you fucked—”

“On Guk’s private jet, twice.” Taehyung returns your wink with a devilish smirk and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you clink your glass against his beer. Both he and Jimin look very handsome tonight, their toned chests peak out through the tops of their shirts, Jimin has his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his ‘13’ tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, though it’s almost concealed beneath a gold watch that you’re pretty certain belongs to Taehyung. You can’t help yourself from teasing the pair even further.

“Even finishing each other’s sentences, cute.” You hum, taking a sip of the alcohol, “Looks like I need to have a word with Jungkook about what he says to you when I’m not there.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Ah, you have no idea… The things I know.” Taehyung sighs with a genuine smile, and Jimin still looks massively offended that he’d been kept out of the loop for almost a week.

“Hold on, you weren’t going to tell me that you fucked on his private jet?” Jimin is laughing, one hand dramatically clutching his chest as the other grips his beer.

“Twice.” Taehyung nods, holding up two slender fingers adorned with tiny silver rings.

While Jimin is ranting and raving about how you’re his best friend in the entire world and you’re supposed to tell him about every sordid detail of your sex life, you glance around the club quickly. The music is loud enough to have the glossy black floor pulsating and you can feel the beat beneath your black stiletto heels. It’s a bright flash from a camera man facing your direction that snaps you out of your daze, winning you to settle back on Jimin’s melt down.

“—And I can’t believe that you’d keep something like that from me! You know how much I live for the dirty details, like when he fingered you in his limo I died I love that story so much!”

“I’m sorry, next time I fuck Jungkook I’ll be sure to film it.” You snort, fighting the smirk that threatens to tug your features over the fact you’ve already done that. You look at Taehyung who’s watching Jimin, he doesn’t seem phased by your words and so you concur that’s one story Jungkook hasn’t told him. Thank god.

“You’d better! Where is he tonight anyways?” Jimin’s question is innocent enough yet it makes you tense up.

“I don’t know.” You’re honest, gulping your drink to ease the sting of reality, “Haven’t spoken to him.”

“He’ll be here soon.” Taehyung’s words earn you to almost choke on your drink, the bubbles finding their way to your nose. Fuck.

Jimin gives you a knowing look, “So he’s coming tonight?”

“He will be if Y/N has anything to do with it.” Tae’s grin is bright and boxy, borderline childlike. It’s not that he’s immature because he’s actually a very well-respected man, but his sense of humour is almost identical to yours - he loves to wind people up you’ve noticed.

You laugh along with his joke and soon conversation between the two men flows naturally as you prepare yourself for Jungkook’s arrival, you haven’t seen him since you’d got back from Bora Bora. Sure you were still texting each other every day but you haven’t even heard his voice in almost a week, he’s been busy at work and you’ve been somewhat avoiding him, unwilling to face the reality of the situation at hand. The men across for you are posing for a picture together when you realise your drink is now empty, earning you to stand up and let them know you’ll be right back.

The barman sees you straight away, well, he’s staring at your breasts but thankfully manages to peel his gaze away long enough to make you another gin sling. “Thanks.” You mutter, immediately turning your back to him.

The club is crowded and hot, the music sounds louder and in turn it’s a lot harder to have any rational thoughts inside, so you choose to head toward the outdoor smoking area for some air and a few selfish moments to think. You’d arranged to meet Jungkook tomorrow for a talk, tonight is supposed to be a night out with your best friend to gather strength and prepare for battle. Battle being you trying to convince your sugar daddy that having an actual relationship isn’t such a bad thing, in fact, being in a relationship with him would be perfect. Except now he’s meeting you and the others out tonight, you have an unknown amount of time to muster the courage to speak to him.

“God…” You exhale, bare back leaning against the brick wall of the building with your glass in hand.

“Y/N?”

You look for the owner of the voice in the smoking area, it’s when your eyes land on a tall dimpled man already staring in your direction that you realise who’s calling for you.

“Namjoon.” You half-smile, fuck, as if this night could get any worse.

He walks over holding a neon orange vape which surprises you to say the least, he’d always been the epitome of health so the fact he vapes now catches you off guard. You’re frowning, gesturing towards the orange stick he holds as he stands in front of you.

“But what would your parents say?” You gasp comically, his dad was the one who forced Joon to go to medical school in the first place, his mother was also an anti-smoker along with being one of the most insufferable, overbearing people you’d ever met. If she had it her way he would still be attached to her via the umbilical cord, let alone the apron strings.

Namjoon’s wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt tucked into jeans, judging by the several other men outside wearing something similar it would be fair to assume he’s on some kind of stag do or themed night out tonight. Jimin’s words scratch their way to the front of your mind, this man still loves you. Shit. You sigh aloud again, winning a frown to form on your ex-boyfriend’s profile.

“They’d only have an opinion if they found out.” His face shifts to a smile bright and wide, “Why are you out here? You don’t smoke.”

“Too crowded in there, needed some fresh air.”

“So you came to arguably the most polluted area of the club to get fresh air…” He chuckles, cocking his head to one side akin to a Labrador puppy, “Makes sense.”

A puff of air comes from your nose as you smile, “Yeah I guess you’re right, anyways I should head back inside I’m sure Jimin’s worried.” He’s definitely not worried, Taehyung will be keeping him more than occupied.

“Jimin?” Joon’s brows raise, “Figured you’d be here with Jungkook.”

“Uh, no just Jimin and another friend. But Jungkook’s on his way now actually,” You clear your throat awkwardly, “So I should…”

“Yeah, um, well it’s nice to see you anyway.” Your ex boyfriend steps closer, his features turning serious, awe-stricken “You look …amazing.”

Two years of no contact and now you’re bumping into him twice in a matter of weeks, not ideal. For the first time in a long time you watch his eyes drag themselves up your curves you feel… nothing. You finally feel nothing romantic for Namjoon, there’ll always be a soft spot in your heart for him, he was your first love after all, but there’s no spark anymore, not like there used to be. The only thing on your mind is getting back inside and speaking to Jungkook when he arrives, Namjoon may have been your everything in the past but Kook is your present, and dare you say it, hopefully your future too.

“Thanks. It’s nice to see you.” You genuinely smile, it is nice to see that he’s doing well for himself, but what’s nicer is that your heart doesn’t ache for him anymore, it’s a relief to say the least. “Have a good night.”

“I’ll see you in a little bit yeah?” His words catch you off guard, is he inviting himself to join you later? Sure, Jungkook’s gonna love that.

“Another time.” Your hand grazes his shoulder in a strictly platonic fashion, though his muscles tense under your palm and you cringe. Maybe Jimin was right, maybe it is hard for him to see you, you feel guilty, “Sorry,” You pull away, “I’ll see you around.”

“Y/N wait.” Namjoon gently grips your wrist as you begin to walk off, he looks hurt, there’s a glisten in his eyes that screams sincerity, “I owe you an apology, I shouldn’t have left things… Left you… Ah, I’m sorry. Really I feel like a—”

“Y/N? You okay?” Jimin’s eyes are wide and round with shock as they find your figure standing with Namjoon’s, his grip still on your wrist, “Hey man.” He says softly, though he still looks surprised.

“I’m okay.” You smile, pulling your hand away from the doctor, “I’m gonna head back in, so… Have a good night.”

“I’ll try, you have a good time and get home safe yeah?”

Without warning Namjoon pulls you in for a hug, his long arms effortlessly wrapping round your frame. It’s at this moment you realise he’s very drunk, his behaviour making a little more sense to you. He still wears the same cologne as he used to, the smell floods your senses and for a moment you’re right back to two years ago. Weakly returning his hug you clear your throat, beginning to feel awkward and confused by how warm and familiar his body feels against yours. It’s when you pull away from him you catch him staring at you with loving eyes, you clear your throat again and turn to face Jimin – who’s now joined by Taehyung, and Jungkook.

“See you around Joon.” You feign a smile, heart hammering inside your chest from the new found nervousness that’s crashed down on your body.

Facing your small group of friends you feel small. Jungkook looks fucking gorgeous as always, he’s wearing a black shirt that’s almost ripping from his huge muscles that sit beneath, tucked into black skinny jeans worn with his usual LV belt – the same belt you’d been bound by countless times, you blush. His jaw is set so tight that it could snap, his eyes zoned in on Namjoon who hasn’t seemed to notice your fake boyfriend’s presence, since he’s still watching you closely, unphased by the other men.

“Actually Y/N I really need to talk to you about how we ended—”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Jimin’s voice is obnoxiously loud as he intervenes, standing between you both, “Come on let’s have a drink and a boogy for old times’ sake? I’ll catch up with you guys soon yeah? Come on man.” Jimin drags Namjoon away, back into the club.

“I’m gonna,” Taehyung points to the door the other men just entered, “Yeah I’m gonna-, okay.” He nods, wasting no time in literally running away, leaving you standing there nursing your gin sling with Jungkook, who doesn’t appear to have a drink.

“Hey.” You’re the first to speak, closing the distance between your bodies as you wrap one arm round his shoulder in a half-hug.

“Hey.” Jungkook breathes into the crook of your neck, thankfully he returns the body contact and wraps his strong arms round your middle, squeezing you lightly. His fingers delicately trace your spine before he pulls away, looking down at the way your dress clings to your body in all the right places. “Wanna get out of here?”

“God, yes.” You half laugh half sigh, you were over this place pretty soon after arriving, and trust Jungkook to be the only person to notice.

“Finish your drink first.” His expression is unreadable.

You take a few sips from the glass, peering at him with curious eyes, “Where’s yours?”

“Don’t have one, I came outside to see if you wanted anything before I went to the bar.”

“Ah.” Is all you manage to say, feeling super awkward for some reason, “You look great tonight.”

“Mmm.” He hums, neither agreeing or disagreeing, this entire interaction is so awkward and unlike you both that you feel uncomfortable. Silence ensues, and so you guzzle the rest of your drink while he watches, planting the empty glass on a nearby table when you’re done.

“Come here.” Jungkook laces his fingers with yours and leads you through the crowd.

The car ride to Jungkook’s apartment was silent, and not because you were too busy making out or fucking each other to speak, no, it was genuinely silent. As was the elevator ride up to his penthouse, and the last fifteen minutes you’ve been sitting on his large sofa in the lounge. Silent.

“Is everything okay?” You finally ask.

“Was he good to you?” Jungkook’s voice Is hoarse, he’s sitting right next to you but you’ve never felt further away, “I mean before you broke up or whatever happened, was he good to you? Did he make you happy?”

“Why are you-“

“Please just answer the question Y/N. Were you happy with him?” His arm rests comfortably on the back of the sofa behind you, his legs are spread wide enough for one of his knees to be touching your thigh. Much like back at the club his expression is still unreadable, you have no idea what’s gotten into him but you’ve never seen him act this way before.

“Kook… Are you okay?” You choose to ignore his question as you turn your body to face him properly, throwing both legs over one of his thick thighs. He looks tired you notice, as he rests his inked hand on your exposed knee.

“The way he looked at you…” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Jungkook,” A shaky breath leaves your lips, “Is that why you’re being so weird? Because Namjoon and I broke up two years ago…”

“You still didn’t answer my question, did he make you happy before?” Jungkook’s looking at you now, there’s a glimmer of desperation in his eyes that makes your chest tight – he’s jealous.

“Why does any of that matter? It was two years ago.”

He scoffs, popping the inside of his cheek with his tongue, seemingly unimpressed that you don’t want to have this conversation with him, “Just answer the question Y/N.”

“It doesn’t matter it was two—”

“For once can you not be a brat about this and just answer the fucking question?!” Jungkook pushes you away and stands up to look down at you, he’s never raised his voice at you until now. His chest is heaving up and down with each ragged breath, his brows are risen expectantly as he runs his shaky fingers through his hair.

“I-,” You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out, you’re in a state of shock that Jungkook is shouting at you and he won’t explain why. “Why are you yelling at me?”

“Because I need to know if Namjoon is a good man! I need to know... If you were happier with him than you are now, with me.”

He pauses with a regretful expression, “I’m sorry,” He calms his breathing as he rubs his face, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Y/N I’m so sorry.” He sits back down, leaving a little bit of space between your bodies. He’s sat with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. “That wasn’t okay, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”

“Is this because he was at the club? Because nothing happened.” Your voice is quiet.

“I know.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but… Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” You swallow, this gets his attention. He’s looking at you with apologetic eyes, you already know he’s genuinely sorry for shouting but something tells you he’s still unwilling to explain why. And so you stand up from the sofa and smooth out your dress, preparing to leave.

“Don’t go Y/N.” Jungkook pleads, “Stay the night, please.”

“I’m not really in the mood anymore.” You bite, “You’ve barely said a word to me all night and then when you do speak to me you’re screaming at me about something that happened years ago!” It’s your turn to raise your voice. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system, or maybe it’s because he shouted first, but you put it down to the fact you’re so frustrated with yourself for not having the courage to tell him how you feel – that’s why you’re yelling.

“I’ve never pried into your past, never, not once, so why the hell are you suddenly obsessing over mine?”

“I know, you’ve been more than understanding of my situation... I’m sorry.” He’s calm now, a lot calmer than you are as he stands up, his figure towering over yours.

“Whatever I got up to before we met is none of your damn business.” You scoff, ignoring his apology when he comes closer, close enough to plant his hands on your waist. As much as you hate to admit it you feel yourself slowly melt beneath his touch. This is the Jungkook you’re familiar with, the sexy control freak that knows every way to turn you on and calm you down.

“I know,” His hands snake their way up to your face where he cups your cheeks, looking you dead in the eyes, “I guess I just wanted to know if he was a better boyfriend than me.”

“Kook…” You’re rightfully confused at the way he just indirectly referred to himself as your boyfriend, but the look on his face makes you forget all about his outburst - he looks so sad. Your own hands find purchase on his wrists, holding them gently as you get lost in his dark almond eyes, “You have no reason to be jealous, I don’t have feelings for Namjoon. And yeah, he was good to me once but… Then he left, and... I don’t feel anything for him now.” Your voice is merely a whisper.

To this he nods quietly as he hangs onto your every word, though his features flash with something smug, maybe even a little triumphant before he turns serious, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, I think that’s the first time I’ve raised my voice at someone other than Taehyung, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I never lose my temper… I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It better not, if it does it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” You give a lazy smile, nuzzling your head into his hands realising this is your golden opportunity, fuck it. It’s now or never, “Listen, since I’m already here there’s something I should probably tell you...”

“Me first.” Jungkook presses his forehead against yours, one of his hands makes it’s way to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. You’re in a daze, completely intoxicated by his expensive cologne and how warm his body feels against yours. Your hands move to his waist, where you wrap them round his rock hard body, bracing yourself for emotional destruction.

“No, I really need to get this off my chest, Jungkook… I know,” You sigh, “I know that this goes against—”

“Y/N. Let me speak, please.”

“No I really need to say this,” You exhale again, this time more dramatically as you squeeze his middle tighter and close your eyes. “You should know that—”

Jungkook cuts you off, pulling you to face him when he clamps one hand over your mouth, taking a beat to look at you before finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he speaks:

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You immediately pull away from his grip and stumble back a few steps, unable to do anything other than blink at him, you’re in a state of total shock, this is not what you expected at all. He’s smiling awkwardly, exposing his perfectly white teeth, there’s something about his face that implies he’s nervous, yet also relieved. He shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs.

“Ironic isn’t it? How I was the one who told you not to get feelings for me, made you sign a piece of paper as if that would help, and here I am,” He shakes his head in disbelief, “Falling deeper and deeper every day. I have so much fun when we’re together Y/N, and it’s not even about the sex… This is the happiest I’ve ever been, I look forward to seeing you… When I’m not getting jealous about your ex anyway. And when I saw him looking at you like that… Ah, I can’t believe I’m saying this, I guess I did get jealous yeah, maybe even scared. I just don’t wanna be another guy who regrets letting you go.” He cringes, you can tell he hates these types of conversations which only makes his confession even more heartfelt.

“Kook.” You’re grinning, it feels as though a huge weight has been lifted from you, knowing that he feels the same way about you. Stepping closer to him you wrap your arms round his broad shoulders, and he snakes his own arms round your waist.

“Well you haven’t stormed out yet, I hope that’s a good sign?” He’s laughing anxiously as he darts his tongue out over his lips to wet them.

“What I was going to say, before you rudely interrupted me,” You playfully smack the back of his neck, to which he comically rolls his eyes, “Is that I… I don’t want to be your sugar baby anymore. I’d rather be your girlfriend, your actual girlfriend. If you’ll let me. I think I’m falling for you too.”

“Y/N…”

“Mmm?” You can’t help but giggle, you’ve never seen Jungkook look cute before but that’s exactly how he looks right now, usually he’s some kind of perfect sex god carved from stone, the complete opposite of vulnerable, still sexy, man who’s looking down at you with an ear-to-ear grin.

“You have no idea what you’ve just fucking done.” His voice is low.

“Oh I do.” You sigh, cupping his sharp jaw in one hand, “That’s why I said it, I was planning to say it tomorrow but I figured I’m here now, and since you already said that you want this…” You plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, not missing the way he melts beneath your touch.

“Well I was planning to tell you in Bora Bora, but then you went and fell asleep.”

Oh. You blush, this is what he wanted to talk to you about that night – you’d pretended to be asleep to avoid the conversation entirely, believing it would end in your separation. Whoops.

“I-, Um, I wasn’t actually asleep…” You’re embarrassed, hiding your face in his neck, “I pretended to be asleep cause I thought you were going to end things with me and I didn’t wanna deal with that.” You say in a hurry, eyes squeezed shut.

“What?! You… You’re such a brat, you know that right?” Jungkook chuckle sounds thick in his throat, thankfully he sounds more amused than offended.

“It’s been said before.”

“You’re a real pain in my ass sometimes.”

You shrug, pulling back from his neck until you’re nose-to-nose with him, the shine in his eyes makes you feel weak at the knees, “Mmm, what else are girlfriends for?”

Without a moment of hesitation Jungkook’s lips come crashing down on yours, so passionately and feverishly that your head spins. He’s kissing you with desperation, as though it’ll be the last time, the way he always does. It feels right, you melt like putty in his hands. It’s when he grips the back of your bare thighs and hoists you up that you yelp, wrapping your legs round his waist.

“I can think of a few things… How much have you had to drink?” His voice oozes seduction against your mouth, yet somehow he’s still showing self-restraint. Unlike you, already deepening the kiss into something much more heated when you slip your tongue into his mouth.

“I sobered up the second you started shouting.” You say between messy kisses with a half-laugh and wicked smile, “Guess you can find a way to make that up to me.”

“Mmm,” He moans, palming your ass cheeks as he brings his mouth to your neck, littering the skin with lewd open-mouthed kisses, “You’re such a fucking brat.”

“You love it.” You’re giggling against him, tugging the hairs at the back of his head as heat pools your core. “Please Jungkook, touch me…”

It’s not long before both your clothes are shed, mindlessly dotted around his apartment as you finally make it to his bedroom and have one hell of a night together. He fucks you for hours, hard and fast, then soft and slow, until you’re a shaking sobbing mess unravelling time and time again. His lips are magnetised to your body, he can’t stop kissing you, your lips, your neck, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, your pussy. He can’t stop, nor does he want to, not even when you point out the sunrise.

You lay atop of the tussled bedsheets wrapped up in his arms, your head to his toned chest listening to the hammering of his heart as you watch the London skyline come to life. His inked hands gently squeeze your curves as his chest vibrates with a content hum.

“Fuck me, that was... Incredible.” He sighs.

“Which time?” You chuckle.

“Every time.” You don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking, “What are you doing the beginning of next month?” His voice is tired and croaky, understandably of course given he’d spent the entire night focussed on pleasuring you, the man might have an office job but he’d displayed some serious stamina in the last few hours.

“Kook I don’t even know what I’m doing today never mind in two weeks’ time.” You try to laugh but you’re exhausted. Your eyes begin to close on their own, he’s so warm around you that you know you’re going to doze off at any moment.

“Let’s go to Korea.” He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Can’t afford it, just lost my sugar daddy.” Even though you’re half asleep you’re grinning wide, it’s so easy to wind him up and you love it.

He tuts, playfully spanking you, “I’m serious, I want you to meet my parents.”

“What? You want me to meet your parents?! You’ve never even told me anything about them.” Your eyes fly open and you sit up fast enough to make your head visibly spin, which Jungkook obviously finds hilarious. He looks amazing, the tanned and tattooed skin of his his rock hard abs and muscular arms on full display, the sheets loosely draped over his hips. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him look vulnerable, he looks totally fucked-out, somehow he still manages to flash you a smile.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” He shrugs, ruffling his damp hair, “I wanna show you off.”

“I’ll think about it.” You collapse on top of him again, kissing his chest before your eyes close.

“Okay, I’ll book the tickets later.”

“Mmm.” You’re too exhausted to argue with him at this point, instead you make a mental note to resume this conversation later in the day when your body isn’t heavy and bruised.

“Y/N?” He cradles you, covering your entwined frames with the sheets.

“…What?” You sigh vaguely irritated, you’re so tired and your body is aching so hard that all you can think about is the sweet release of sleep. “What is it?” You groan, glancing up at him.

But for the first time ever Jungkook has fallen asleep before you, dark eyelashes tickle his cheeks and his lips are pouted, threatening to fall open at any second. He makes you so happy that you feel as though you could burst with pride, finally he’s yours, and you’re his. A light puff of air leaves your nostrils at the irony of the situation and you settle back down against him, quickly succumbing to slumber.

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Do Your Worst

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, love triangle, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 6k

You and Jungkook go on a trip

warnings: swearing, sexual teasing, dirty talk, jk & oc make a sex tape, oral (f receiving), bratty oc, dom!jk, spanking, rough sex, angst

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“Fuck,” Jungkook growls against your lips, his inked hands hungrily roaming your curves as he figures out how rid your body of the red bikini standing in his way. When he finds the string he’s looking for he tugs it hard and your tits bounce freely against his bare wet chest, a soft moan escapes you at the sudden skin-on-skin contact. He’s throwing your top behind him somewhere on the wooden floor when he pulls away from you, eyes fixed to yours with a devilish smile, “Remind me to take you away more often, you look so fucking good in a bikini.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You pant, gripping the nape of his neck so you can pull him impossibly closer and smash his lips against yours in a series of desperate messy kisses. By this point his hands and mouth are all over your body, groping, kissing, caressing, licking, tickling, biting – he’s craving every form of contact with you as he walks you backwards towards the Queen sized bed in the centre of the room.

Bora Bora is a beautiful place, in fact it’s more than just a place it’s actual an paradise, a real heaven on earth. Tonight is your last night here after spending the week in a gorgeous hut built slightly above the water, only a two minute walk from the beach. Jungkook had finally sealed the deal of the millennium at work and so this was his way of celebrating – an all inclusive holiday with his sugar baby, which meant three things had pretty much ruled your entire time here: sun, sand, and lots of sex. Of course there was the occasional excursion like swimming with dolphins, snorkelling, late-night jet ski rides on the ocean, romantic afternoons on a private rented boat, Jungkook even went cage diving with sharks yesterday but you refused to get off the boat and join him. Much to his amusement.

“Jungkook...” You moan.

“So fucking needy, you want me to fuck you that bad?” He pushes you on the bed, eyes dark and blown out with desire as he watches you get comfortable, slowly spreading your legs in anticipation, giving him the perfect view of your barely clothed core. “We fucked in the shower this morning, and on that boat this afternoon.” He smirks at the memory, as do you.

“Please, I want you so bad.” You pout, feigning your best whiny little brat voice because you know exactly what it does to him.

He falls onto the bed in the space you’ve created for him between your legs, catching his weight above you on his strong tattooed arms, “Is that so?” He looks so fucking good, his hair is still damp from the late night swim you’d had and tiny water beads glisten all over his toned, muscular body.

Nodding in agreement you quietly say, “I want you to fuck me until I’m bruised, til I can’t walk, til I’m begging you to stop.” Though your tone oozes seduction, you’re looking up at him through long sultry eyelashes with an innocent expression. You’re almost certain you see the exact moment something inside him snaps, his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he processes your words, mouth agape, completely focussed on you.

Finally he chuckles darkly, lowering his lips to your jaw, “You have no fucking idea what you’ve just done Y/N.”

“Oh I do.” A light moan escapes you, the feeling of his mouth trailing lewd kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, and then to the valley between your breasts feels too fucking good. “That’s why I said it.” The smugness in your voice dies at the back of your throat as soon as his tongue finds your nipple, smoothing out his wet muscle over it painfully slow, repeatedly, until you’re throwing your head into the pillows while you repeatedly whisper his name.

“Always have a witty remark waiting for me,” He murmurs against your skin, lips tugged up to a playful smile, “Such a brat.”

“Touch me Jungkook… Please.” You whimper, buckling your hips up for any kind of contact, your damp bodies rapidly drying due to the new found heat that surges within you, fuelled by lust. A wicked idea springs to mind that has you suppress a small giggle, “Or should I say, touch me daddy.”

“No daddy tonight, just me and you baby.” He’s quick to dismiss you with a tone that’s serious yet light, his pet name for you makes you weak at the knees and only more desperate for more of him. Fuck, this was the best trip you’d ever had. “Just me and you Y/N.” He whispers.

The sound of your name being breathed against your skin sends a hot shiver down your spine, heat rushes through your body and you decide to take matter into your own hands, gripping the back of his hair to pull his head up to face you, “Jungkook…” You whine shamelessly, he’s grinning now, “Please fuck me now, I want you so bad.”

A possessive growl rumbles inside his chest, his eyes hooded and fixated on your face, “So impatient, I want to take my time with you tonight.”

“You say that every night.”

“And one of these days you’re actually gonna let me do exactly what I want to you, without being a brat about it.”

That gets your attention, as much as you hate to admit it he does have a point – you did have a knack for speeding up the series of events in the bedroom, you’re impatient, you want him and you don’t see the point in waiting for it when you both know that’s how it’s going to end anyway. It’s been two months since you’d first fucked Jungkook and finally curiosity gets the better of you, perhaps it’s the romantic beach hut clouding your judgement but you’re nodding slowly with dark, sinful eyes.

“Fine, take your time.” You plant a soft open-mouthed kiss to his lips which he reciprocates, your forehead pressed against his, “Do your worst.”

“Oh Y/N…” Jungkook breathes out with a bright smile that lights up the room, “You drive me fucking crazy.”

And just like that you’re completely naked, wrists bound to the headboard, on complete display for him and him only. His hands ghost the bend of your waist, tracing down to your hips until for seemingly no reason at all he stands from the bed and saunters to his suitcase,

“You can always say no,” He begins nervously, “If you’re not comfortable with any of this you have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay…” You’re confused, trying to figure out what he’s gathering from his bag but he’s too far away for you to work it out. “What’s that?”

He holds up a silver video camera with a nervous expression, “Remember you don’t have to say yes, only if you’re comfortable with it.”

Oh. Heat pools your core at the idea of being filmed like this, knowing that he’ll watch back the footage and touch himself while remembering what this night felt like. You swallow, maybe it’s not a good idea to do this because of how well-known he is, but as you watch his cock harden beneath his swim shorts at the mere sight of you, the irrational side of your brain takes over and does the talking for you. This is fucking hot.

“Do you want to film us so you can watch it back and touch yourself?” You tease, unable to hide the smug smirk tugging your lips. “Do you usually think about me when you touch yourself?”

“Behave.” He chuckles to himself, standing at the foot of the bed, “It’s just an idea, we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You bite your lip.

“It’s for my personal…viewing, and yours too. This is for us and nobody else, okay?” He props the camera up on a nearby set of drawers that will capture the whole bed and surrounding area on film. “I promise.”

Your chest swells at the way he’s looking at you, silently asking permission once more until you nod. “I trust you.” You breathe, and he finally presses record before making his way back over to your naked frame, tied up and turned on, more than ready for him.

It’s just sex, you remind yourself as he slowly crawls over you and presses his lips to yours in the most mind-blowing feverish yet soft kiss you’ve ever experienced. His tongue moves against yours with such passion your head starts to spin, the noise of the ocean waves fades to nothing and you forget all about the video camera. A muffled moan betrays you when he rolls his hips against your throbbing core which earns him to smile against your lips, fuck, it’s just sex you tell yourself again and again and again in your own personal mantra until the words don’t sound real anymore.

Sitting back on his knees Jungkook carefully holds your foot, bringing it to his face as he gently kisses the inside of your ankle, leaving a trail of saliva behind when he slowly makes his way up to your knee with sweet small kisses. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice is so quiet you almost don’t hear it.

The tender kisses gradually get higher and higher until he’s reached your inner thigh, your legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he sinks down to where you craved him most. Usually sex with him is hot and heavy, or steamy and sensual but the dynamic between you both had never felt this emotional before – the atmosphere feels thick with untold truths as he takes his time, his breath is hot against your core but he still doesn’t dig right in like he usually does, he’s peppering your folds with dainty kisses and you’re dying from the anticipation.

“Jungkook…” You whisper, gaze stuck to the sight of his big brown doe-eyes peering up at you from between your legs, a sight that would be burned into your memory forever. The energy in the room is different this time, as is the look in his eyes.

“Do you want me?” He whispers back and you flinch from the heat of his breath.

“Always.” The fainted smile ghosts your lips.

“Always.” He repeats, everything about this moment feels intimate and you have to look away from him and remind yourself once more – it’s just sex, it’s not real, it’s a business arrangement, it’s just sex, none of these feelings you’re feeling are real.

All of a sudden his tongue is gingerly licking your aching clit, you gasp from your own sensitivity and look down at him once again, he’s still gazing at your face all while softly swirling his tongue against you. It’s slow, it’s sensual and it’s everything you didn’t realise you wanted until this very moment. He’s solely focussed on your pleasure, watching your body writhe because of him, the sound of your wetness against his mouth fills the air, along with your ragged breathing and soft moans.

“Perfect.” He mumbles against your skin, this feels so personal that you begin to feel overwhelmed, butterflies gnaw your stomach along with your upcoming orgasm. It’s one particularly harsh suck from his part that stops you from getting into your own head, your eyes roll back into your skull as a loud moan falls from your lips.

“Does that feel good Y/N?” He envelops the sensitive bundle of nerves in his hot mouth, continuing to suck and lap up your pussy, keeping the pace relaxed. It feels as though your body is on fire, you feel heavy and full of tension that threatens to be released already.

“So-, so good.” You throw your head back, your hands are bound by a black leather belt looped through the headboard, you struggle against it as you continue to writhe around on the bed in sync with the way he’s pressing his tongue against you, swirling it over nub over and over until you’re a moaning mess. His hands grip your hips, dragging you down to his face.

Thankfully Jungkook senses you’re close and deepens his ministrations into something fuelled entirely by desire and the need to get you off – he doesn’t speed up but he sucks harder, his tongue presses against you harder, his face is buried between your legs but he pushes himself even closer, his nose, his chin, his mouth everything bears down on you harder as a white hot release comes crashing down on you.

“Oh fuck!” You shriek, “I’m gonna-“ Your toes curl against the cool bed sheets as you come all over his face with a guttural moan, your clit is throbbing between his lips and you’re seeing stars in a complete state of euphoria. Your slick coats his chin and the tops of your thighs, it’s trickling down to the bedsheets as you ride out your high. “Jungkook, ah-“ You hiss, legs twitching from the overstimulation. He releases you from his mouth with a loud pop and gets to work removing his swim shorts.

“See?” He chuckles as his cock springs free, he’s so hard that you fear it’s painful to him, he strokes himself twice as he clambers on top of you and sinks his mouth to your breasts, “Sometimes taking your time isn’t such a bad thing, you sounded like you enjoyed it.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes with a playful expression, the tension in the room is familiar now – you can tell by the way he’s desperately biting and licking and kissing your tits that he wants you bad. Only lust radiates from his muscular frame now, you’re both hopelessly addicted to each other and can’t wait any longer. “Fuck me, please fuck me now.”

“What did I say about you not being a brat tonight?” He reminds you with breathy laughter against your collarbone, you can feel that his smile is so wide that your heart hammers against your chest. Before you have the chance to respond his mouth smashes against yours in a lewd messy kiss, the taste of you lingering on his tongue. “Behave yourself for once, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Oh really?” You giggle against his lips.

“Y/N.” He warns, gripping your jaw with one hand as he holds his entire weight on the other.

“Yes Jungkookie?” You whisper mockingly and he pulls back to look at you with dark hooded eyes, blown out with something indescribable. He pops the inside of his cheek with his tongue, brows raised as though he’s irritated. You suppress another giggle, he’s far too easy to wind up and you love it.

“Fine.” He says between gritted teeth in a half-smile, “You told me to do my worst?” He laughs humourlessly, his expression is serious though there’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes you feel safe, “I’ll show you my fucking worst.”

In one swift movement you’re released from the headboard though your hands are still bound by the belt, he’s flipped you over onto your stomach and dragged your ass high in the air until you’re forced to rest your weight on your knees and elbows. You can feel his presence behind you, his breath is heavy as you’ve finally managed to wear him down.

“If you don’t like it tell me to stop.”

You’re still so wet from your orgasm and this new assertiveness in your fake boyfriend only excites you more, you’re dripping with arousal desperate for him to touch you.

“I will.” You glance over your shoulder and smirk to suppress a moan at the mere sight of him. He looks dangerous, he’s looking at you so hungrily that for a moment you forget how to breathe. His damp hair is pressed to his forehead, veins threaten to burst all over his huge body and your arousal still glistens against his chin. A growl rattles in Jungkook’s chest as palms the flesh of your ass cheeks with both hands, hard enough to bruise as he takes his time kneading the muscles.

“You, drive me fucking insane.” He spits, bringing his hand down to your right ass cheek in an almighty slap that fills the otherwise quiet beach hut.

“Oh.” You hiss, the cocktail of pain and pleasure is exhilarating, there’s no denying it stings and that you’ll be sore tomorrow but you like it. “You call this a punishment? Doesn’t seem so bad to me…”

“There you go again with your witty remarks, when will you learn to behave hmm?” His hand strikes you in the same spot again, only this time it’s harder, so hard that tears begin to cloud your vision. But it feels so good, so sinfully good.

“I always behave.” You whimper, face sinking into the silk pillows.

“Is that so?” He scoffs from behind, “Because I happen to know first hand you don’t.” Another painful slap comes down on your ass, this time he moulds your cheek afterwards to dilute the sting.

“Jungkook…” You moan shamelessly, face contorted with pleasure.

“You’re gonna behave for me tonight, you’re gonna look so pretty with my cock stuffed inside you.” He cracks down on you again and this time your body jumps involuntarily, you know sitting down tomorrow is going to be impossible but you can’t find it in you to care about that right now, solely concentrated on how good this feels. “Is that what you want Y/N? My cock buried inside your tight little pussy?”

“Yes.” You push your ass back to his crotch, groaning when his hard shaft presses against your sopping folds. “Yes please.”

“So fucking needy. It’s about time you learned your lesson.” He growls as he grabs his manhood, shoving the entire thing deep into your walls without warning.

“Jungkook!” Your mouth falls open with your cries, he’s huge but you’re so wet that he slides into you effortlessly, until the crown of his cock smacks against your cervix.

“Fuck!” He grips your hips hard enough to bruise your skin, maybe even hard enough to break your bones, and pulls them back to meet his body, burying himself impossibly deeper into your heat. “You take my cock so well Y/N, like you were fucking made for it.”

Any witty retorts or brattish comments you had in mind die the second he starts moving, repeatedly slamming himself into you so deep that you can feel him in the depths of your stomach with each and every thrust.

“Do you like having my cock inside you?” His voice is hoarse between low grunts, “Is this what you had in mind baby?” There’s no need to ask him to fuck you harder, this is the hardest he’s ever fucked you and you’re completely obsessed with the way your body aches because of him.

“Yes.” Your eyes are squeezed shut against the bed, having no choice but to stay there and take your punishment. Fuck, he’s pounding you so hard that the sound of his skin slapping against your ass is so loud it’s deafening. He’s ramming you into the mattress, the grip on your hips never faltering not even for a moment.

“Do I feel good inside you? Hm?” The tone in his voice screams power, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you as you borderline sob beneath him. When you fail to answer him his right hand flies to your scalp, dragging your limp body all the way up until your back is moulded against his rock-hard abs.

“I said,” His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, he groans at the new angle, as do you, “Do I feel good inside you?”

Your head is spinning, everything about what he’s doing to you is so hot. His hand remains in your hair, holding your body in position as he’s hitting a certain sweet spot between your walls that has your stomach flipping and tightening as your body prepares for another orgasm, “Y-yes.” You offer a shaky breath.

“You’re so fucking tight, mmmph.” His left arm snakes round your waist and his hand desperately kneads your breast, holding onto it for dear life as he picks up the pace. “Feels amazing.” He pants, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

“Jungkook-“ Your hands are bound in front of you, back flush against his body, head resting in his hand. The familiar heat washes over your body with each snap of his hips, growing more and more noticeable and soon it’s all you can think about. “You’re amazing.” You bite your lip, and he retaliates by sucking a hickey into the crook of your neck.

Completely under Jeon Jungkook’s spell your moans get louder, loud enough for the other people at the resort to hear, as were the smacks of his body hitting yours from behind, but you don’t fucking care, instead you’re concentrating on how extraordinary this night with him feels. It’s not long before your second high finally ignites your body and you come around his cock.

“Oh my god.” You cry, chest heaving up and down as your body convulses in his hold. Your second orgasm gives Jungkook a new sensation that has him losing his mind, you feel tighter, warmer, you’re so wet that he’s slipping in and out you as your juices spill from your body onto his.

“Holy shit.” He groans, biting down on your earlobe to suppress a string of profanities. “I’m not gonna last much longer baby.”

“Come inside me, please come inside me.” Are the words you manage to choke out between his forceful plunges deep in your pussy. You’re so sensitive and sore that you twitch with each of his movements, you feel small and weak against his frame when he reaches an all new speed. The sloppy sounds of you being railed by none other than your sugar daddy only spur him on even more, until finally after what feels like an eternity –

“Fuck, Y/N baby-, Y/N... Y/N…“ His movements slow to a gradual stop, his breath is hot against your skin as he tries to calm himself down, you can feel how hard his heart is beating when his body stills. He wraps his inked arms round your frame and releases you from the hold of his belt, your wrists ache as does your entire body but you’re too fucked out to really notice, you collapse on the bed as soon as he lets go of you.

“Are you okay?” There’s a hint of humour in his tone as he settles beside you, carefully tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“Yeah.” You pant with a content smile, turning your face to plant a soft kiss to the palm of his hand, “Feel like I should be the one paying you though, the sex is getting better and better each time. I need to start tipping you or something.” To this he gives a tired smile back, eyes scanning your face carefully before he clears his throat.

“I need to talk to you about something.” He whispers, shuffling closer, until you’re sharing the same pillow.

“Mm?” You’re in a daze, utterly lost in his almond eyes, he’s so handsome that it feels as though your heart could burst at any given moment.

“It’s about the contract.” His voice is husky, he’s gently stroking your cheek with his thumb and there’s no doubt that he notices you tense at his words.

“What about it?” You’re frowning, confused, nervous.

“The thing is,” Jungkook exhales as though he’s mentally preparing for something big to unfold. “I know that I said—”

The sound of the video camera running out of battery cuts him off, up until now you’d completely forgotten that it was recording. Heat rises to your cheeks as you glance in the direction the noise came from, the video that it just captured would’ve caught everything – how desperate you were for him to touch you, how he ate you out so sensually that you unravelled all over his face, the way he spanked and fucked you so hard that your body feels bruised. You’re embarrassed now, he’s the only man that’s ever made you feel like that, the only man you’ve ever completely lost yourself with. And now it’s on film.

“Look at that for timing.” You chuckle, fighting the urge to cringe thinking about how you must look on the footage. Jungkook stands and grabs the camera from the set of drawers, closing the view finder before carefully placing it back inside his suitcase ready for your long haul flight back home tomorrow.

“Anyway,” He starts again, but you decide you don’t want to have this conversation right now and pretend to be asleep when he gets back into bed. He knows you’ve caught feelings for him and wants to end the agreement, he knows the truth about how you feel. You can’t deal with that right now, you feel sick at the thought of losing him and so your eyes close on their own.

Selfishly you don’t want tonight to be ruined, it’s your last night in Bora Bora and up until this moment you were more than happy to be in his company, as you always are these days. Tonight isn’t the night to end things, and so you’ll fall asleep in his arms just like you’d planned to all day – you’ll deal with this when you get home.

“Y/N?” He whispers, covering your limp body with the sheets that somehow winded up on the floor. “Ah you’re asleep, nevermind,” He sighs and you hear him ruffle his hair before he gently places his arm round your waist, his face nuzzled into your neck, “Probably best I don’t tell you anyway.”

“How was your trip?!” Jimin’s voice is loud and somewhat overbearing, he’s stood outside your apartment building the second Yoongi dropped you and your bags off. As you’d expected. Thankfully Jungkook didn’t mention the contract again on your journey home and so you remained blissfully ignorant to the fact he probably wants to end things. The journey wasn’t awkward though, you fucked on his private jet and officially became a member of the mile high club.

Pulling your best friend in for a hug you grin brightly, “Amazing, so amazing.” You gush.

Jimin helps you with your bags and demands to know evert detail of your week away, to which you oblige and tell him everything you got up to – leaving some of the more personal parts out of course. You’re both sitting on your sofa talking about how you were too scared to cage dive with sharks when your phone buzzes in your hoodie, actually Jungkook’s hoodie pocket:

Jungkook: Thank you for an amazing week Y/N

You smile, though guilt gnaws your insides as you lock the device and choose not to respond, it’s selfish but you don’t want to start a conversation with him just in case he finds a way to mention whatever he wanted to say last night. You like having him in your life, and you plan to keep it that way for as long as you can – so you decide maybe a little bit of space is what’s needed, just enough for him to forget about the fact you have feelings for him.

“Saw Namjoon on Saturday.” Jimin’s voice pulls you from your thoughts, you look to him with a surprised brow and ignore how the mention of his name brings you straight back to the despair you felt the day he ended your relationship.

“Oh, how was that?” You try to act indifferent. Annoyingly while you were dating Namjoon and Jimin were really good friends, they got along well and even your best friend was disappointed when Namjoon left the country. Of course, he took your side in absolutely everything even when you’re in the wrong, because that’s what a best friend does, so he too had spent a few months cursing his name every time you cried on his shoulder.

“Fine actually,” Jimin gives an apologetic smile, knowing that’s probably not what you wanted to hear, shoving his hands into his grey sweatpants, “He asked about you though. Like a lot.”

“Oh.” You sigh, not knowing whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. “What did he wanna know?”

“Well you didn’t hear it from me but he’s not keen on Jungkook.”

“What?” You’re frowning, they’d only crossed paths once and it was only very briefly at the hospital when your dad took ill. Thankfully he’s recovering well from his chest infection at home, under the watchful eye of your mother.

Jimin pauses, “Ah I said I wouldn’t say anything…”

“Jimin don’t do that, what the hell has he got against Jungkook?” The defensiveness in your voice surprises both you and Jimin, realistically things with Jungkook are going to end any day now and he was never really your boyfriend, yet you’re still offended that your ex doesn’t like him.

Jimin sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before he nods, “Okay, here it is…” He watches your reaction carefully, “He said when he saw you again… That it was hard for him.”

“Hard for him?!” You scoff, your eyes animatedly wide, “Hard for him?! He broke my heart Jimin, you remember right? The months I spent crying over him, the nights you slept in my bed with me because I was terrified of being alone with my own thoughts… He fucking broke me.” There’s a quiver in your words that still hurts even now, “So what he doesn’t like Jungkook because I’m happier with him than I was before he left?” And there it is, the confession of a lifetime. You are happier with Jungkook, be it real or otherwise he makes you feel... complete.

“One sec.” You hold a single digit in the air, full of adrenaline and realisation as you reach for your phone. You read the message from Jungkook again and again, you toy with the idea of replying before deciding it’s a conversation you’d better have in person. “Go on.” You lock the device, throwing it haphazardly onto the sofa cushion.

“He told me that still loves you Y/N.” Jimin looks guilty as the words slip from his mouth, “He only broke up with you because he couldn’t expect you to go to Korea with him and put your own studies on hold.”

“I would’ve gone with him in a heartbeat and he knew that.” At the time you were madly in love with him, you thought he was yours forever and he knew that, “So what’s his problem with Jungkook?” Even you can hear the venom oozing from your tone.

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair, “He… He doesn’t buy it. Apparently he knows someone that had some kind of agreement with Jungkook, and he thinks that’s what’s going on between you two.”

Oh. That’s not what you expected at all. Namjoon knows the truth about your arrangement with Jungkook. Guilt, shame and sadness washes over you, so much so that there’s a lump forming in your throat that’s difficult to keep down.

“Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything,” Jimin throws a comforting arm round your shoulder, sensing your change in demeanour, “Me and Tae threw him off the scent pretty quick, but he thinks that he’s not right for you. He’s a billionaire playboy Y/N, Joon just… Doesn’t see it working out.”

And he’s right, there’s no way that things will work out with Jungkook the second he finds out you have feelings for him – he doesn’t date, you signed a contract making you explicitly aware of that. Namjoon has always been a smart guy, of course he figured it out.

“Are you happy? Doing what you’re doing with Jungkook?” Jimin’s question catches you off guard.

“Yeah,” You admit with a small nod, “But Jimin I… I have feelings for him. And I think he knows.”

Your best friend doesn’t seem surprised by your confession, though his profile does look vaguely disappointed. “Have you told him?”

You shake your head, unable to stop the tears from cascading down your cheeks. Life has a particularly funny way of fucking you over. One hand there’s Jungkook, the man you weren’t supposed to fall for – perfect in every way except for the fact he’s unwilling to commit to you. And on the other hand there’s Namjoon, the man who broke your heart, finally admitting to your best friend that he wants to commit to you. It’s all overwhelming to you.

“Y/N…” Jimin wraps his short arms round your body, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple, “You need to tell him.”

“I know.”

“You should probably speak to Namjoon too.”

“I know.”

And so with his persuasion you muster up the courage to send one simple text message that has the power to change everything:

Y/N: Are you free on Saturday? I think we need to talk

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