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Coquet, Part 5 | JJK

Coquet, Part 5

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: SLOW BURN!; excessive cussing; A LOT of sexual tension; very explicit sexual conversations; some anxiety; heavy alcohol consumption; characters in various levels of inebriation; bachelor/bachelorette party activities including but not limited to--strip club setting, lap dances, pub crawl; some vulnerable confessions; lots of kissing

Word count: 7.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: Please don't hate me 😅 Just so you know, I had fully intended on doing a double-update but...it's been a struggle the last couple weeks for me so the fact that I managed to even write out over 7.3K words is beyond me! Plus, the universe just won't let me be great...*sigh* so here we are. Anyway, hope this holds you all off until the next one--which I promise will be much better! Thank you to all of you new readers!!! I'm super stoked about that as well!!!

Thank you, @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez for helping me polish this more. I didn't do another read-through because I'm an impatient bitch...so I'll probably clean it up again after I post!

Either way, thank you all for the love you've shown Coquet!JK!!! I'll shut up now so you can get on with it. PS: Let's see if you can find the little OT7 easter eggs! 😬

Shifting on your feet, you ran a hand down your hip to smooth your dress. You settled on a classic little black dress that stopped about mid-thigh level. It was a halter with a plunge neckline and an even lower back. The dress showed a lot of leg, which you accentuated with strappy heels that laced around your ankles and went up below your knees. You had on a pair of extra-large, sparkly hoop earrings–which you were sure Mindi would get a kick out of.

The bigger the hoop, the bigger the hoe.

You chuckled and admired your handiwork in the mirror. Not bad. You’d dolled yourself up after getting back from the hotel’s gym, taking the time to do your hair and makeup. Your matte, terracotta lipstick was smudge proof, along with your mascara, a wash of champagne eyeshadow, and cat-eyeliner.

You finished your look with your caramel-hued bomber jacket for your early dinner with the girls–just to keep all the goods hidden until you were nice and tipsy tonight.

You opened the bathroom door to step out. Once your eyes locked with his, you couldn’t help but feel a bit unsteady on your feet.

He had called out to you while you were in the shower, letting you know that the guys just returned from playing a round of golf–which was Taehyung’s special request. He had just changed out of his country club-chic look and slipped into this…thing that you could only dub as his ‘devil suit’. A plain, black collared shirt–with the top two buttons undone, paired with graphite pants.

It was the perfect combination of casual, elegant deliciousness. The effect on you was pure, white-hot desire. And it wasn’t even dinner time yet!

He was in the middle of adjusting his collar when he paused to slowly rake his eyes over you from bottom to top.

“Wow, you look…” He stopped short of saying ‘good enough to eat,’ and cleared his throat instead. “You look amazing,” he said with a small smile. “Next time, warn me before you open the door.”

You smiled at his compliment. “I feel like I should be saying that to you instead.” You took a deep breath to relax, walking towards the full length mirror by the doorway to do another assessment of yourself. “Did you have fun at the links this morning?”

“Yeah, it was cool. I might take some lessons after this,” he says casually. “Tae had a blast, though.”

Taehyung wanted to play a few rounds of golf before jumping into a bar crawl and ending the evening at the strip club. You rolled your eyes subconsciously. If it were up to your brother, he’d skip the pub crawl entirely. Taehyung was the type who would prefer to hang around the beach after golfing. Unfortunately, he’d left it up to his best man to do all of the planning for his last night as ‘a free man,’ as Haru would label it.

You wondered if this was what Haru wanted for his own stag night. Hopping from one bar to another…or simply just spending several hours throwing bills at nearly-naked women dancing around onstage.

Your mouth fills with distaste and you brush the thought away before you start to go down that rabbit hole again. You glanced at your phone to check the time.

“Do you want to head down together? I know that you girls have an early dinner planned so maybe I could just see you off then hang around the lounge until it was time for us guys to head out.”

You turned around just in time to watch him slip his jacket on. He shrugged his shoulders to adjust it further and stretched his neck from side to side. It made your mouth water.

“Uh–yeah. That’s fine by me,” you smile nervously, trying to keep that coil in your stomach from twisting even further.

******

You stand side-by-side in the elevator and he reaches out to take your hand. You tried not to shiver when his skin brushed yours–but the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly, signaling that he had caught your reaction. As the cab descended, you tighten your grip around his fingers while you look straight ahead. You could have sworn that you saw his lips curve into a full-on grin from your peripheral vision.

The elevator doors dinging open does nothing to dampen the palpable energy in the air.

You and Jungkook step out of the elevators, hand-in-hand, and into the lobby together. Without letting go of his hand, you grinned as you spotted the girls already milling around downstairs. Mindi was doing a quick headcount while you waited for a couple more of Jennie’s girlfriends who were driving in as they were staying at another hotel.

Suddenly, you feel one of your shoes loosening. You look down to find that one of the laces has slipped down to your ankle.

“Ah, damn,” you say under your breath, finally releasing his hand, you sit on one of the couches at the lobby, setting your clutch down to re-adjust the strap. These shoes were cute and sexy but if you didn’t tie them up properly, they end up being a floppy pain in the ass.

As you bend downwards to reach for the loose strap, he approaches you and takes a knee by your feet. “Here, I’ll do it,” he says.

Without protest, you lean back and watch him rest your foot on his thigh, carefully undoing the knot and loops the strap around your leg more securely. Once he finishes, he gives your calf a gentle squeeze. “Nice and tight?”

“Y-yeah, thanks,” you say breathlessly.

He smiles and sets your foot down back down on the floor right in time for Mindi to call the girls to board the shuttle. As the ladies file out of the lobby and into the vehicle, you turn to thank him again and say goodbye.

“Have fun,” he says, giving you a light peck on the lips.

“Thanks. You, too. And be a good boy,” You threw in for good measure as you started to walk away from him.

“What are you talking about? I’m always good.” He smirked at you and gave you a wink.

******

“To Jennie!” Mindi yells out as all of the ladies raise their shot glasses in the air and down them one by one.

You sigh as the shot makes its way down your throat. The ladies start to dance and sing along to the song pumping through the speakers–they were antsy to leave and ready to party.

As soon as Mindi tells the driver to rev up the engine, Jungkook runs out of the lobby, banging on the shuttle door.

Jungkook slowly makes his way towards the back, where you were seated with Jennie and a couple other girls. Each woman eyed him with desire as he walked in between them. Some were practically pinching themselves to ensure that he was the real deal.

But he paid no attention to them. His gaze was hot–and it was only geared towards you.

“Hi,” he says when he finally reaches you. “I figured you might need this,” he says as he holds out your clutch.

You chuckle softly. “Oh, yeah. Silly me…thank you,” you say quietly as you take it from him.

He smiled. “Alright, well…I better get back with the guys—“

“Jungkook…why don’t you just ditch the boys and come with us instead?” One of Jennie's cousins remarked.

“Yeah, it’s going to be so much more fun than hanging out with those guys,” another friend pipes up.

One-by-one, they close in, ogling at him—all of them clearly very intrigued by your man.

He smiles at them politely, turning down each and every one of their requests.

“Would you look at that…a cock in the hen house,” Mindi chuckles.

You decided to step up and show them that he was not up for grabs. You walk towards him, the women parting for you like the sea, watching enviously as you reclaim him. You curled your fingers around his arm—as far as they could reach and walk with him to the door.

“Sorry, ladies. Maybe next time,” he shrugs at them.

The ladies pouted playfully as they waved goodbye to him.

As he hops off the bottom step of the shuttle he turns back around. You remained standing at the bottom step of the shuttle, slightly elevated so you were at eye-level with him.

“Thanks again,” you smiled before kissing him.

“Anytime,” he offered another wink before you walked back in.

He lingered for a bit before turning on his heel slowly.

Suddenly, something compels you to turn around and go after him.

As he walks back towards the lobby, you run out of the shuttle. “Jungkook, wait!” You called out.

He spins around and sees you advancing towards him.

“Kiss me and put your hand on my back,” you demanded, whispering under your breath but loud enough so only he could hear.

Or…at least that’s what you thought.

“Huh?” He cocks his head and lifts his eyebrows in confusion, trying to work out what you just told him to do, but he had no time to process. Before he knew it, your lips crashed into his.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. You licked into his mouth, stroking your tongue along his eliciting a low growl from him.

His hand grazes the small of your back and moves lower until he reaches the swell of your ass. He gives it a definitive squeeze, making you jump slightly. He catches you and presses his body harder against yours, while you moan into his mouth.

Somewhere in the corner of your still-conscious brain, you hear the girls whooping and squealing from the doors and windows of the shuttle.

The noise begrudgingly brings you back down to earth and so you slowly pull away from him, noses still touching. You were absolutely dizzy from him but more surprised that he was obviously breathless as well. As your hands slid down to his chest, you could feel the pounding of his heartbeat.

“I asked you to put your hand on my back,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“Sorry, I thought I heard, ‘put your hand on my ass’,” he whispers, lips curving into a sexy smile. “You’ve got to speak louder next time,” he says before planting another gentle kiss on you. It made you smile into his lips.

“Okay, okay! Break it up, you two! There will be plenty of time for that later,” Mindi hollers. “I promise we’ll bring her back hot and ready for you tonight, Jungkook!” She cackles.

You giggled, dipping your head on his chest for briefly. When you lift it, you see him smiling at you. “Like I said, have fun tonight. I’ll see you when you get back,” he flashed a warm smile before his expression turned dark.

“And you can be as bad as you want,” he says in a husky voice, grazing your chin with his thumb.

Your breath hitched at the comment, making your brain foggy. You nearly trip over your feet on your way back up to the shuttle.

******

“Come on–take it to the face, Tyeongie!” Haru growls as he tries to push another shot for Taehyung to drink, which he pushes back.

“Nahh, I’m done, bro,” he yells over the music. His eyes roll to the back of his head while he shifts in his seat at the VIP section.

Haru shrugs his shoulders and throws the shot back, hissing as the liquid makes its way down his throat. He leans back, afterwards, mimicking his best friend’s position as they watch one of the strippers undulate her hips against the pole.

After the song ends, Haru leans over to tuck a few bills between her hip and the string that held her G-string together.

“Thank you, baby,” she gave him a wink and made her way downstairs to mingle with the rest of the party.

After she’s gone, he turns back to his friend. “What’s up with you, man? I’ve never seen anybody so depressed to be surrounded by half-naked women!”

Taehyung laughed at that. “I already told you, Haru,” he slurred, “I would have been completely happy golfing all day. You were the one who insisted on the strippers.”

“Aww, come on, dude! It’s a fucking bachelor party! It’s your last night of freedom before…you know, you’re stuck with one pussy forever!”

Taehyung shook his head and laughed again. “I have no problem with that. I happen to like the idea of fucking one pussy for the rest of my life.”

Haru’s face went from a look of mischief and teasing to one of surprise with an underlying hint of gloom. He then shook his head, in an attempt to switch subjects. “You’re talking crazy, dude. I think that you are, in fact, drunk,” he laughs. “I don’t remember the last time you were this hammered!”

“I do,” Taehyung stares at him languidly. “I actually remember perfectly. It was about a year ago–you dragged me out to some random bar. It was, what, about a month after YN moved away. You just wanted to get fucked up.”

Taehyung sat up and sipped on a bottle of water. “You were going on and on about true love…and then you told me that I could have any woman that I wanted…and to never settle.”

Haru stayed quiet, that night in question was slowly coming back to him.

“But then you kept pushing me to get in bed with all of these girls and I remember saying–” Taehyung’s eyes transfixed at his friend. “I don’t want any other girl. There’s only one girl I want. And that’s when I decided to finally shoot my shot with Jennie,” he finishes with a boxy smile.

Haru hissed through his teeth. “Yeah…I remember now,” he says lowly.

Taehyung nods slowly. “And I’ve had zero regrets ever since,” he says as he swipes his hands to cut the air. “I love her sooooo much, Haru,” he says as his head tips backward.

Haru smiles tightly as he downs the last few drops of his beer.

******

Jungkook and Jimin are hanging out by the bar, chatting up a couple of ladies. One of them was practically begging to give Jungkook a private dance for free.

“No, no–I have a girlfriend,” he says respectfully. “You should talk to my friend, Jimin, here. You guys can probably have a dance-off.” he jokes as the girls laugh.

“What are you laughing at? I might give better lap dances. And I only take 100-dollar bills as tips,” Jimin quips at her.

Before Jungkook can respond, the DJ makes an announcement over the microphone to acknowledge the group’s presence at the club. He turns down the music and invites everyone to give the groom a round of applause.

Taehyung smiles and takes it as an opportunity to make a drunken yet very heartfelt speech. He gets up from his seat and moves carefully towards the railing while the rest of the guys look on.

“What’s up, everyone!” Taehyung bellows, followed by a hiccup. “Sorry–I’m pretty fucking gone right now,” he laughed. Everyone cheers and laughs in response.

“Alright, alright, alright–listen,” he tried to begin as coherently as possible. “I just wanted to say–thank you all for partying with me. And–” he turns around, beckoning Haru to stand up next to him, which he does. Taehyung puts his arm around him and squeezes his shoulder.

“I also wanted to give a special shoutout to my best friend and my brother, Haru, here. And not to get fucking sentimental about it–I just wanted to say, thank you. Thank you so much for making me realize that Jennie was the one for me. I owe you my happiness, man. It was all your doing,” he says with a smile and hugging him tightly. “I love you, man. Not as much as I love Jennie but…I want you to know that I fucking love you!”

Jungkook looks on and watches Haru shift uncomfortably.

“Anyway, I’m having the time of my fucking life. You guys should, too!” he says as he raises his water bottle.

Everyone in the room cheers loudly as the DJ turns up the music again.

******

“Hmm…how ‘bout that one?” Jennie asked, watching the guy in question walk away. “Nice, broad shoulders–sexy smile..”

You rolled your eyes and polished off your gin and tonic. “Still doesn’t top Mr. Dimples from the last club,” you say wryly. “He had a sexy smile. Pretty eyes, too,” you added.

Jennie was really getting into ‘Rate That Dick.’ And it was fun until the novelty wore off for you a couple hours ago, around your second stop.

Truthfully, there was only one dick that you wanted to rate–and up until this point, you’ve been doing your level best to talk yourself out of it. You hated to admit it but it was becoming a losing battle.

You were at the fourth stop on your club-hopping list and this place was popping. The line to get in wrapped around the block and played a mix of hip-hop and R&B beats, the music pounding through the dark space, giving it a seductive feel.

Jennie’s cousin, Liah, piped up, “Why don’t you flirt with him, YN?”

“No, no,” you declined. “I should not be trying to pick up guys in this state.” You were looking flushed and bright-eyed. Your skin was clamming up–alcohol sweats–if that ever was a real thing.

“What do you want out of commitment, Jennie?” Hana, one of Jennie’s other friends, asked while she nursed a drink.

“Uh…monogamy?” Jennie responds as if the answer should have been obvious to her friend.

Liah groaned at the ceiling. “Monogamy is overrated. I’m gonna go and check out Mr. Worldwide Shoulders over there,” she says, sliding off her bar stool and walking away to hit on her target.

“Ooh! I see somebody over there who looks like he wants to buy me a drink,” Hana says as she walks over to a man with a smile as bright as the sunshine. He had been exchanging flirty looks with her in the last ten minutes or so. She beckons him to join her on the dance floor.

“It’s not overrated,” Jennie pouted quietly when it was just you two at the table. “I happen to like monogamy," she mumbled as she toyed with her 'Bride-to-Be' sash.

You grinned at her. For as long as you’ve known her, Jennie has always been the ‘good girl’. She was in the honor roll at school, dressed modestly, didn’t drink much, went out occasionally but went home at a decent hour.

Mindi called it being ‘uptight’ but some women were just innately cautious and preferred quiet nights in rather than partying ‘til dawn. It was a shock as to how she and Jennie became the best of friends. But people always say, opposites attract. Jennie and Mindi were soulmates, like it or not.

“Jungkook seems to be the monogamous type,” Jennie says, after adjusting her kitschy tiara that had a bedazzled penis on it. She props her elbow up on the table, resting her chin on her hand while she eyed you. “It must be overwhelming for him to hang out with your whole family for days on end?”

“He’s taking everything in stride,” you waved off. “If anything, I felt weird seeing everyone again,” you sighed deeply. “Haru’s mom came up and gave me a hug this morning after the guys went off to the country club.”

“Wow...that…must have been something,” Jennie remarks.

“It was, if I’m being honest. And I’ve known them for years–holidays, family dinners,” you trail off as you pick at some random fried snack that was in front of you. You flag down a waitress and order another vodka tonic.

“Water under the bridge,” she swats the air with her hand haphazardly. “You’re with Jungkook now and things are different!”

You nodded in an exaggerated manner. “Oh! He’s definitely much different than Haru, I can tell you that much. In the short amount of time Jungkook and I have been together, I feel like–he’s opened my eyes to…so many things.” You stopped short of specifying which things…like, hiring him to pretend to be your boyfriend who is head-over-heels for you.

Jennie groans. “Babe–who gives a fuck about Haru? He’s so last year,” she slurs.

You shrugged. “I know, I know. But you know what, we were together for a long fucking time. To be honest, I still feel like he owes me a clear explanation as to why he dropped me just like that,” you say as you sip on your just-delivered vodka tonic refill before turning to her. “You know what I mean?”

Jennie suddenly goes ramrod straight and glances over at you. She sees you staring back at her. “You’re asking me?” She says incredulously.

“Well…you and Tae have known Haru the longest. Has he, I don’t know…has he said anything? Shown any inkling–”

“I–I don’t know why you’re asking me these things,” she says in a rush. “Are you insinuating that I know something?” She suddenly feels agitated.

“Woah, woah–calm down, girl,” you smile lazily. “We’re just having a conversation here. I mean–I’m clearly very shit-faced right now…hence the heightened introspection,” you say hoarsely. You noted that you needed to drink water from this point forward.

She relaxes her stance and clears her throat. “In my opinion, I think that you should just leave all of these things in the past.”

She then scoffs and lifts a shoulder. “No one really knows what Haru’s mindset was at the time. The point is, you’re happy and found someone who’s hotter and clearly obsessed with you. Just focus on that! All this–” she waves her hand around aimlessly, “This is all just background noise.” She keeps her gaze at you while you ponder on her words.

You nodded and realized that she had a point. “You know what? You’re right. He is hot!”

“Damn fucking right!” Jennie says. “And you need to show that hot man how much you appreciate how fucking hot he is!”

That lit a fire underneath you. You slam your palm on the table. “Fuck, yes! You are so fucking right!”

This was definitely the alcohol talking. You’ve gone through several glasses of cocktails and numerous shots— without legitimate solid food— in the last few hours. You were incredibly drunk…and unbelievably horny. It was the perfect storm.

“Hold up, hold up! I was just walking across the room and heard the word ‘fuck,’ thrown around like willy-nilly and I immediately want in!” Mindi suddenly joins your little party of two and puts her arms around both you and Jennie.

After you entered this club, she immediately made eye contact with one of the bartenders. She walked up to him, said some weird pickup line about felines and he immediately threw his head back in laughter, gummy smile and all. After a couple hours, it looked like his shift was coming to an end. They exchanged numbers right before Mindi saunters over to your table.

She eyes Jennie first. “Either of you want to get more fucked up…or—” She turns her head towards you, “Or maybe you just want to get fucked?” She giggled as the three of you exchanged looks.

“Well, apparently, it sounds like Jungkook is getting fucked good tonight,” Jennie says, eyes full of mischief.

You laughed and shook your head. “I didn’t even say that,” you corrected her.

“Sure you did! In so many words,” Jennie laughs.

Mindi’s jaw drops and her head whips around at you. “Unnie…I’m so depressed. Why did you have to find him first,” she whined playfully. “I feel like you need to send God a bottle of wine or something. Maybe one from Uncle Jae’s stash?”

You all giggled.

“Hey, you think Haru sent back that vintage Barolo from your engagement party?” Mindi muses. “I’ve always wondered about that.”

You considered that a rhetorical question so you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from answering. In actuality, you finished that bottle on your own after he broke your engagement. It didn’t matter that it was a $400 vintage–the combined acidity and spice felt like a warm hug in the midst of your bitter breakup.

Jennie rolls her eyes and groans loudly. “Oh, my god! I am not fucked up enough for this conversation,” she yells out. “Let’s do more shots, Mindi!”

“Fuck yes! Bartender!!! Tequila!” They both run up to the bar hand-in-hand while Mindi screams out their order.

As the music swells, you reveled in the utter sensuality of the venue and the unabashed drive for casual sex that everyone seemed to exude tonight. You were hot and sweaty and just about ready to call it a night.

Just then, your phone buzzes from your purse. You retrieve it and see a text from Jungkook. His message makes you smile. As you tuck your phone back in, you decide within yourself that you were done trying to talk yourself out of this.

You yelled at your cousin. “Mindi!!!” Her head whips around back at you at the sound of her name.

“I need to swing by the ATM on the way back to the hotel!” You screeched.

Mindi gives you a befuddled look but she shrugs her shoulders and holds her thumbs up in agreement.

******

“You think we’ll be the last ones standing?” Jimin leaned back on his chair by the bar, which had a full view of the club. He looked around at Taehyung’s friends and cousins who were in various stages of inebriation.

Jimin was a tank. Jungkook watched him all night as he downed shot after shot…after all that, he was still upright and seeing straight. If he was put through a field sobriety test right this second, he would pass with flying colors.

“That’s what it’s looking like,” Jungkook chuckled as he scanned the room while he played around with his beer bottle.

Just then, another stripper walks by and tries to get his attention, offering him a private dance. He smiled and turned her down, just as he had done to at least 10 other women tonight.

“You know you can partake, if you want,” Jimin says casually. “You don’t have to be cautious around me just because YN is my cousin. You can have a little fun.”

Jungkook’s mouth twisted playfully. “I know that. She even gave me permission, actually.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow at him. “She did,” Jungkook affirms. “And, I told her that she could have her fun, too if she wanted.”

“Wow. You two seem pretty secure with each other,” Jimin remarks as he takes another sip of his drink.

“We trust each other…at least, that’s what I’d like to think. Besides, even if she did tell me it was okay, I wouldn’t do it anyway.”

Jimin chuckled at that. “A little reverse-psychology for you?”

Jungkook shook his head. “No. I just prefer to live out my fantasy with her. Even better...she’s real.” His comments seemed to roll off the tongue but he meant every word. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get YN off his mind.

The way she looked at him, sighed at his touch…the way she kissed him back. Her lips held much more promise than others. He didn’t mean to put her up against past clients.

Once the contract was over, he filed those away and never looked back at them. He didn’t want to compare…because to him, she was incomparable. Not even close.

“You know, I feel like I should be grossed out by your comments mainly because she’s my cousin but…I think it’s cool that you hold her in high regard like that.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement. “What can I say? She’s the one that I want,” he says plainly. Jimin smiled at that.

Just then, Jungkook looks up towards one corner of the club and sees Haru dip into one of the private rooms in the back with two dancers.

He furrows his brows then shakes his head subtly. He scans the room again and notices that Taehyung was nowhere in sight. “Hey, have you seen Tae?”

“Uhm–” Jimin does a quick scan of the room as well and is not able to get a visual of his friend “I thought he was with one of his cousins…or Haru…”

“Hey baby, you look like you could use a dance,” another stripper offers him.

“Actually, I’d like to buy my buddy, Jimin, a dance. Here–” Jungkook hands her a bill. “Go have fun, I’ll see if I can find Taehyungie.”

“Uh, uhm–okay then,” Jimin agrees reluctantly at first but doesn’t protest when the dancer ushers him to one of the open tables in the back.

Jungkook hops off his stool and strolls around the club in search of Taehyung. He wasn’t in the VIP perch nor any of the tables by the back walls. He didn’t want to try and peek through the back rooms so he thought he’d try the men’s room.

As he rounds the corner, he sees Taehyung staggering out of the door and rushes over to catch him.

“Heeeeyyy,” Taehyung slurs at him, eyes completely glossed over with alcohol.

“Hey–been worried about you. Are you alright?” Jungkook asks as he holds him steady against the wall.

“I’m–ugghhh” he groaned. “I don’t feel so good, dude,” he says, clutching his stomach.

“I think you might be done for the night.”

“I…think so…too,” Taehyung drawls, his eyes glossing over.

“Alright, I’ll take you back to the hotel. I’m sure we can take one of the shuttles and the driver can circle around to pick up the other guys.”

Jungkook heaves and puts Taehyung’s arms around his neck, supporting the rest of his weight with his other arm as they slowly made their way out of the club.

“W-where’s Haru?” Taehyung wonders.

“Uh, I think his fun is just starting…but he can handle himself. He’s a big boy,” Jungkook says flippantly.

As they continued to walk towards the exit, Jungkook waves at Jimin from the far corner of the club–who was now being catered to by a new dancer. Jimin does a quick salute in acknowledgement. When they cross the threshold, Taehyung breathes in the fresh air and promptly pukes his guts out at the closest bush by the walkway.

******

“What the fuck was Haru thinking…” Taehyung slurred as he and Jungkook staggered out of the elevator and walked crookedly towards his room. “Did he think that I was going to…sleep with any of those women? Days before my wedding day?” He glances down at the vomit stains on his shirt and scrunches his nose at the smell.

“You did just fine, Taehyungie.”

“I…I…don’t know, Jungkook. Is that weird?” He hiccupped. “Like—I get it’s tradition or whatever but…I just want…one woman. And that’s Jennie. I just want her. I don’t want any…strippers or…hookers.”

“Well, it’s been my experience that a man in love has no desire to be with a prostitute.” When they arrive at Taehyung’s door, Jungkook steadies him against the wall and attempts to dig through Taehyung’s pockets for his key card.

He directed Jungkook to his back pocket then smiled lazily. Jungkook taps the card against the door’s scanner and holds it open. “Bruuhhhh…” Taehyung dragged out. “How do you know so much…about so much?”

Jungkook straightens his back, pauses, then looks him in the eye. “I used to be a hooker,” he says matter-of-factly.

Taehyung’s brows knit furiously. He is silent for a few seconds, taking in Jungkook's remark. Then, he suddenly bursts into laughter and wags his finger at him.

“That’s a good one! You’re a funny guy. My sister needs more of that in her life. Someone to make her laugh.”

Jungkook nods, gives him a small smile. “Yep, that’s me. Now c’mon. Off to bed,” he says, and helps Taehyung get settled in his room.

******

When you whole party arrives back at the hotel, everyone splits off into their own rooms. A couple of people head out by the beach to get some fresh air.

You, on the other hand, saunter into the hotel lounge.

It’s practically empty save for a couple of Jennie’s cousins and the bartender. You walk up and order a glass of water. After hours of drinking on and off, you were rightfully thirsty. You lean against the bar for balance as you take a couple of cautionary sips.

You stared off into the distance and took a few more sips of your water–but no matter how much you drank, it still felt inadequate. It wouldn’t quench your thirst.

You checked your phone. It was after 1:30AM. The last text that you received was 20 minutes ago–from Jungkook. He let you know that he dropped a very intoxicated Taehyung off into his room and was calling it a night himself. He also threw in a cautionary, ‘Come back safely,’ at the end of his message.

Your head lolled back slightly–you were feeling good…about as good as you did after coming back from the bathhouse. The only difference was that your inhibitions were considerably lower tonight.

You smirked after rereading that text for the fifth time tonight. Or was it the sixth?

You know that you shouldn’t really make a big deal out of it. This was part of the whole ruse. You wanted him to act like this. He was supposed to show your family how committed he was to you…how much he wanted you.

Every action, every word, was purposeful to make it all believable. It was all for show and so far, everyone in your family seemed to fall for it.

But the conversations, the kisses…his touches…the ones happening behind closed doors or without anybody else watching–they felt real to you. You wanted so badly to test that theory–preferably without clothes on.

And if he turned you down, at least you had a $1000 backup plan in your purse.

You slid off the barstool, dug out a dollar bill to tip your server and began the longest journey back to your room.

******

Jungkook

Jungkook starts to finally drift off after taking a long, scalding shower. He had a couple of drinks in total. After that, he spends the rest of the night spitting his shots into an empty beer bottle— making it look like he was using the beer as a chaser.

By the end of the night, he was as sober as a judge. It took him a while to fall asleep at first. He was uncharacteristically worried about YN. They texted back and forth during the day but she didn’t respond after his last message about depositing Taehyung back to his room.

His notification said that she had read it. He eases up after talking himself into thinking that at least she wasn’t driving and that they had dedicated shuttles to take them back to the hotel.

It didn’t take long before he was startled awake by a loud thud, followed by some snorting and giggling. He sits up and turns the bedside lamp on to see YN clumsily pulling herself up from the floor then tripping over her feet again.

“Are you okay?” He got out of the bed and walked towards her. He picks her up by her elbows to help steady her.

She was barefoot, carrying her heels in one hand and her purse in the other. Her hair was mussed up, her makeup slightly ran…and she had a sheen of sweat coating her skin.

“Hi,” she smiled languidly as brings her up close to his face, supporting her weight.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Glad you’re back in one piece.”

“Are you really?” she asked.

His brows furrowed but his answer came naturally. “Yes, I am.”

“You smell nice,” she randomly remarks.

Jungkook chuckles softly. “Thanks, I took a shower. Are you drunk?”

She laughed. “Just a little,” she says with a harsh whisper. Her face softened as she stared up at him. “You look pretty.”

He regarded her intently. “You do, too,” he replied.

She giggled in response and waved her pointer finger at him. “I know for a fact that that is not true!”

“You should see what I see then,” he says, keeping his gaze on her.

She blinked up slowly at him and cocked her head. “Are you real?��

He laughed at the question. “What do you mean?”

Her mouth twisted ruefully. “Exactly what I said,” she says. “Are you real?”

He paused to think about it. He wasn’t sure what context she was asking the question in. He lets out a shallow breath and answers, “I am.”

Her expression changes into something that resembles curiosity and wonder. He couldn’t help but feel unnerved by her stare. It was as if she was trying her best to get a read on him–if he was telling the truth or if he was lying.

“Do you need me to help you get into bed?” He was still holding her up but noticed that she had pulled herself up straight, her face a couple inches away from his.

“Something like that,” she says quietly. “Can you…can you kiss me?” She bit her lip as she awaited his answer.

Now it was his turn to regard her in curiosity. He knows that he shouldn’t. He’s had clients who have tried to escalate things after consuming alcohol. Over the years, he’s figured out ways to turn them down politely. He was never one to take advantage of someone unable to fully consent much less somebody who was substantially impaired.

She could be confused and emotional, he thought. The stag group turned out to be quite the event before the night ended so Lord knows what happened during the ladies’ pub crawl.

He swallowed hard, “I–”

“Please?” She looked so vulnerable like this. Unlike that day after returning from that awful brunch, she was soft and inviting. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how he managed to hold himself back earlier this afternoon when she kissed him. Him squeezing her ass was an uncharacteristic slip from him.

She was undoubtedly different from his other clients. She was so real to him, unafraid to show her insecurities and her fears. He was skeptical about taking her call at first. But by sheer coincidence–or perhaps it was serendipitous–that he was feeling run-down from his real life when she called. She was only meant to be ‘a change of pace.’

She touched his cheek, pushing errant strands of hair away from his eyes. He felt a flutter within his chest. He was used to being irresistible to women–and this really should have been an easy decision for him. This time, he was the one having trouble resisting. His instincts were failing him. He nuzzled into her touch with a soft, wistful moan.

It was true that she paid for a lie but everything else she’s shown him was honest. And after years of building his business on deception, could there be a chance for him to experience something genuine?

He lightly brushed the tip of his nose against hers.

“Jungkook…” He gasped at the sound of his name leaving her lips. It was like a melody that shot straight through his chest and tugged at his heartstrings.

Before he knew it, he sealed his mouth against hers. His chest pressed against her torso. She rubbed up against him, the friction sending his body temperature through the roof.

He took her mouth in further in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. Lifting her off the floor, he moved towards the bed. Somewhere between the doorway and the bed, her purse and shoes drop to the floor.

Their lips don’t part the entire way, and it’s a challenge when he tries to lower her to the mattress. Dropping her down, he pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it aside. YN’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, her gaze hungry.

His hands were everywhere, his body straining upward as she was spread underneath him. She cupped his face, licking fast into his mouth, as if trying to satisfy a craving…a craving for him. She moaned against his lips. He hummed against hers in return.

She pulls away suddenly and pushes up against his chest.

“Wait! I…w-what about…money…uh, you said, this is extra,” she stuttered.

He sighed. That hadn’t even crossed his mind but he was growing impatient and so he said the first thing that he could think of. “I’ll bill you later. Sound good?” He says with a slight hint of teasing. After a small nod from her, he lowered his head again to nip at her bottom lip. And their mouths were connected once more.

“I like your dress.” He reaches to tug at the silky black fabric, smiling when he hears her breath hitch. “But it looks a little restrictive, don’t you think?”

“Take it off then,” she demands, eyes filled with wanton need. Her hunger for him only intensifies his hunger for her.

“What do you say?”

“Please, Jungkook,” Her plea is more than a plea. It’s a fucking turn-on for him, like no other. Her dress is gone in a matter of nanoseconds. She lays there in her lingerie as his hot gaze takes her in.

He kissed and licked at her mouth again, savoring her before moving down to her throat— planting more kisses there. Her head lolls back, sighing as he sucked on the skin there.

He moves lower, peppering more kisses down to her sternum and abdomen, stopping short right above her panties.

He pulls away quickly, turning around to retrieve the condoms that he kept in his bag.

When he returns, he sees that she was still exactly positioned how he left her. Splayed on the bed for him, head turned to the side, her eyes closed.

He hovers over her and plants soft kisses on her jawline. “YN, are you with me?”

She didn’t respond or stir.

He straightened up more, trying not to panic. He runs his fingers through her hair. “YN? YN?” He lightly tapped her on her arm.

Just then, he hears her snoring softly. She had passed out on him.

He really should be mad at her for leaving him hanging but he lets out a soft chuckle instead. He watches her chest rise and fall for a bit, completely endeared.

With a sigh, he gets up off her, picking her up gingerly to reposition her on the bed. He pulls the sheets off from her side and sets her there, carefully ensuring that her head was on the pillow.

Realizing that she was still dressed in her underwear, he goes to grab one of his lounge shirts from his suitcase. He didn't want to go through her things and thought it would be easier to slip one of his oversized shirts on her instead.

She must have had a lot to drink as she didn't even give any hint of resistance.

He sets her back down on the bed and moves to the bathroom. He soaks a washcloth in warm water. He squeezes it out and returns to her bedside, gently wiping her makeup off.

Once he thinks that he’s taken all traces of it off her face, he puts the washcloth on the nightstand and pulls the covers over her to tuck her in.

After tossing the washcloth back into the bathroom sink, he goes to pick up his shirt off the floor along with a couple of things that she dropped at the doorway in the midst of their passionate kissing.

He puts her shoes off to the side and hangs her jacket on one of the lounge chairs in the room. As he walked around the room more, he found her purse under one of the chairs. He thinks that one of them must have kicked it there unknowingly.

He vaguely registered the loud thud that it made while he was too distracted by getting her into bed. It sounded like a brick when it hit the floor.

As he picked it up, he knew why. The top flap had popped open and money was spilling out of it. There must have been $800 in here, at the very least. He also noted that most of the bills were in denominations of 20s…meaning, she purposely stopped to make several withdrawals on her way back.

Shifting his gaze away from the cash, he looks back at her. As she slept peacefully, his heart sank.

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