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#will always be jeon jungkook’s bitch <3

jkslipppiercing · 3 months

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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙

♧ WC: 1.6K

♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee

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JK's POV

She whines,

Throws tantrums,

Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,

And I still want her lips around my cock.

Why?

That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.

I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.

She ruined my night.

I was fucking.

Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.

But then, she just had to cock-block me.

My best friend’s sister.

Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.

Usually, I love brats.

My type.

They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.

Keyword: try.

Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.

Fucked right and put in her place.

Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.

Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.

She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.

Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.

When I first met her, I mean.

She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.

Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.

Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.

Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.

He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.

He's a friend. A close one.

A tolerable one.

That can't be said about a certain someone, though.

She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.

Bullshit.

And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.

Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.

Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.

That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.

His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.

Sly motherfucker.

Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.

Annoyingly soft features.

So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.

But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.

It's her innocence.

How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?

When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.

She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.

I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.

Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.

Fuck, I hate this woman.

Hate everything about her.

How she moves.

How she walks.

How she fucking talks.

Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.

No- not like- is.

She is a brat.

A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.

Including mine.

Fuck.

Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.

She's enjoying herself.

Not for long.

I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.

I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.

I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.

He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.

Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.

Ew.

He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.

Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.

My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.

My blood boils.

White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.

My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.

Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.

Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.

Isn't she here with friends?

How could they leave her alone like this?

Her brother's here. Her brother is here.

My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.

Fuck.

I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?

Like she's not even aware of where she is.

Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.

Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.

I might punch a wall.

My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.

She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.

It's adorable.

But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.

Repress.

"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."

She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.

My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.

My breathing turns heavy again.

Repress.

"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.

His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.

Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.

"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.

She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.

If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?

I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-

Repress.

My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.

"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"

The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.

Good. Bare minimum.

I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.

Almost.

But I have to get Y/N home.

I can't stand this anymore.

I can't stand her anymore.

Coming here alone? Dressed like that?

I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.

How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?

I'm so goddamn confused.

And infuriated.

And...angry.

Fucking fuck.

I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.

Fuck me.

The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.

But again, Y/N's more important.

I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.

My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.

I might develop heart problems.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.

I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.

I have other things to care for.

Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.

God, It's gonna be a long night.

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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the spins (explicit)

genre: smutttyyyyyy as hell (with like one angsty conversation about isolation as a trauma response, but said in much vaguer terms lol)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you discover a new side to your former lab partner, frat wonder boy jeon jungkook, when you confess to him the one thing no man has ever been able to make you do.

word count: 10.3k

contains: explicit sexual content AKA porn!!!!! alcohol, minor frat house shenanigans, reader is a total bitch but in a highkey relatable way, jungkook is The Only Good Frat Boy, mentions of shitty hookups/sexual dissatisfaction/faked orgasms, an **absurdly** lengthy and gratuitous cunnilingus scene, a lil bit of teasing/begging, spitting, LOUD sex, reader’s first partnered orgasms, also JK has a tongue piercing 👀

A/N: so writing this nearly killed me,,, lmao. i have two inspiration sources that i must credit- one is jai’s @gimmethatagustd INCREDIBLE fic paint me naked, which gave me the final shove i needed to topple over into JK hard stan land (listen he’s 3 years younger than me, i had a complex about it, it’s fine). seriously go give it a read and give her some love, i fully credit her with moving college!JK into my brain where he now lives rent-free.

the other source of inspiration is this insaaaaane imagine audio (WARNING, extremely NSFW and will literally ruin your life!!!!!) that hooked me on the idea that JK would be competitive about eating pussy and….. yep, smack those two things together and ta-da, this porn was born. godspeed and thanks as always for reading 💜

this is now (finally) on AO3!

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You really don’t know why you came to this party. It’s so crowded, bodies pressed together, people screaming to be heard over the noise, or just because they’re white girl wasted. The music is terrible, the floor weirdly sticky, the container of jungle juice in the kitchen extremely suspicious. You opted for tequila instead, the last of which you now drain from the bottom of your red solo cup. The whole place smells like cheap beer, vape smoke, and frat boy cologne.

Yet another Jack Harlow song comes on over the bass-boosted speakers and you roll your eyes. That’s it. Time to go home and actually finish the psych paper you’re putting off.

You shove your way into the kitchen, trying to be the only upstanding citizen in this godforsaken frat house and actually put your trash in a trash can. You spot one in the corner– nearly overflowing, but still good enough, except that a whole circle of Brads and Chads block your path. You do your best to squeeze past them, but because they don’t do anything except live at the gym and snort protein powder, they might as well be a brick wall.

“Excuse me,” you try. Nothing.

“I need to get through,” you say with a gentle push. It’s like talking to a brick wall, too.

“Alright, fuck it.” You roll your eyes and decide to just fucking go for it. You’ve had enough liquor that you won’t feel the pain until tomorrow anyway.

The circle breaks apart in confusion, not a brain cell in sight, as you slam your way through. They part so quickly that your plan works too well, and the excess momentum shoots you forward. You stumble, losing your footing, already cringing because you’re about to faceplant on the nasty floor of this nasty frat house kitchen.

“Hey, whoa!” A voice way too close to your ear for comfort shouts, but then an arm snakes around your waist and saves you from your doom, gripping you tightly. “Careful!”

You glance up, wondering if this guy is going to try to turn the moment into some attempt at flirtation, the world’s worst meet cute, but then you see big round eyes staring back at you with legitimate concern. Oh, fuck. You know those Disney princess eyes. Your stomach drops.

“Whaaaaaaaat!” Holding you in one arm, an unopened 18-rack of beer hoisted up on his shoulder with the other, grinning like a kid in a candy store, is none other than frat wonder boy Jeon Jungkook.

Ah, shit. You knew he was in a frat, of course. He doesn’t shut up about it. But you didn’t know it was this one– well, actually, you don’t even know which frat house you’re in right now. Alpha Beta Omega? They’re all the same to you. You don’t really understand why they have factions anyway instead of all just living together, but that would probably be too gay.

“I didn’t know you partied!” Jungkook is still smiling a smile that takes up his whole face, clearly unable to believe that you’re standing here in his disgusting frat house kitchen in your leather jacket and your combat boots.

You huff a laugh as he slowly unloops his arm from around you, assessing to see if you’re stable enough to stay upright. You shoot him a look as if to say I’m fine, dumbass. Uncoordinated, not intoxicated. There’s a difference.

“I do not party,” you correct him. “Never once in my life have I partied. I merely come to the parties, stand on the edges and observe, get my free alcohol, and then depart. Like I’m doing right now.” You aim your solo cup at the trash can and miss by about a foot.

“You– hang on,” he pauses, turning back to offload the fresh case of beer onto the kitchen counter. There’s a clamor of excitement from the Brads and Chads as they crowd around to slap him on the back, shouting things like “okay, JK!” and “let’s fucking gooooo!”

You have to get out of here, you think to yourself, and then you watch Jungkook bring his tattooed hand up to rip the cardboard front of the case off effortlessly, and that is lowkey kind of hot.

Quiet, you tell your tequila brain. No lusting after frat boys. Not even the one you sat next to for an entire semester in bio lab, the one who was actually way smarter than anticipated and didn’t just use you for an easy A, who genuinely seemed like he cared about the way you answered “How was your weekend?” every time he asked, and who didn’t even say one problematic thing the whole semester.

Just because he’s the exemplary form of his species doesn’t make him not what he is, you remind yourself. Even the best frat boy is still a frat boy.

Jungkook returns as the rest of the bros swarm the counter and proceed to decimate the case of beer. That must have been the reason they were waiting here, at their proverbial watering hole, because they circle up and dissolve back into the party, several of them clapping Jungkook on the back again in thanks as they leave.

You realize he doesn’t have to yell to be heard anymore as he says, “You’re leaving already?”

“Yes, Jungkook,” you sigh. “I have a paper to write.”

He scrunches up his face, knowing he can’t argue with academic excellence. “It’s still early. What if you just have one more drink, and then go? I haven’t even gotten to enjoy the party yet. The pledges severely underestimated how much alcohol it takes to run this place.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m so terribly sorry that your child servants who literally give you money in exchange for friendship got something wrong.”

The words feel biting as they leave your mouth, and you honestly expect him to protest, but he only shrugs. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re right. The whole thing is stupid.” For a moment you wonder how on earth he’s immune, what it is about him that allows him to live in the cradle of toxic masculinity and still be so regular, so good.

“Will you stay?” He asks again. You try to purse your lips to hide your smile, but it doesn’t work, and then he’s smiling too.

“Fine.”

The kid literally fist pumps, and your laugh bubbles up before you can stop it. He gestures broadly to the kitchen counters which are a veritable nightmare of liquor bottles and beer cans. “What’ll it be? Don’t say the jungle juice,” he warns with a laugh.

You look at him like he’s gone entirely insane. “I would never say the jungle juice. Tequila, please.”

Jungkook moves fluidly, as if he’s imitating those ridiculous Las Vegas bartenders who do tricks while they pour your obscenely overpriced drink. He shakes a solo cup off the stack and throws it up, spinning on his heels and catching it in his other hand, and you’re laughing again because he’s such a fucking dork.

He crosses to open the freezer and scoops up some ice in your cup, then pours a healthy amount of tequila in. “And mixer?” He looks back at you over his shoulder.

You pause. “Uh, just ice is good.”

He puts the bottle down and turns to squint at you in disbelief. “You drink straight tequila and you’re telling me you don’t party?”

You falter, a little flustered. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’m drinking it for the taste, you know?”

“Can I show you what you’re missing out on?” He asks, and you don’t know why the question makes you swallow hard. “Seriously.” He picks the bottle of tequila back up, eyeing the brand with distaste. “This stuff is… not great.”

Your instinct is to joke about him slipping something in your drink, but you bite the words back– because first of all, not funny. But you also genuinely don’t think he would ever do something like that, and you don’t want to give off the impression that you do.

“Alright,” you say instead, lifting your hands in surrender.

He opens the fridge door and crouches down, digging around through what you can only imagine is a Costco-sized amount of egg cartons and packages of chicken breasts. Finding what he’s looking for, he pulls away with a carton that’s been Sharpie’d to death, “JK ONLY DO NOT DRINK” on all sides. It’s really every bro for himself out here, you think.

“Grapefruit okay?” Jungkook double-checks, and you give a shrug and a nod. He pours a little, inspects the cup, then adds a splash more. “It’s not too sweet.”

He passes the cup off to you and returns his juice to the fridge, shuts the door, then seems to realize he forgot to make himself a drink and repeats the entire process again, spinning in a full circle which has you hiding your giggle in the rim of your cup. Once he’s made himself a matching drink to yours, he leans against the counter and takes a sip, surveying you.

You mirror him– the drink is admittedly a lot better than straight bottom-shelf, and you like how the sour taste lingers on the back of your tongue.

“Thank you,” you remember to say after a few sips, and he waves it off as if to say it’s no big deal.

“So, why are you here? Observing us in our natural habitat?” He puts on a voice for the last part, in a clear imitation of you, and you smirk. It does sound like something you would say.

“I’m an agent of chaos,” you say and he gives you a look like he’s waiting for the real answer. You choose that moment to take a long swallow of your drink, buying time. He continues to wait patiently, so you finally just shrug and make a face. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to do my paper. I saw a thing for it on insta. And I was tired of rotting away in my dorm room.”

He nods thoughtfully. “I tried inviting you to stuff when we were lab partners.” You wonder if the tequila is making you imagine that he sounds a little hurt. “You never seemed into it.”

At that, you laugh, because he’s being kind. Jungkook did invite you regularly to whatever mixers or ragers his frat was planning, and every time you would tell him no, directly to his face, like the bitch that you are. You eventually started trying to come up with as many creative ways to phrase it as you could: no, nope, never, not in a million years, when hell freezes over. He took them all like a champ, and that was one of the first things you remember liking about him. A frat boy who can respect when someone says no and not try to push it– now that is a rarity.

You want to apologize, but you really have no explanation for what makes tonight any different, at least not one you can say eloquently. How do you tell him you’re fucking sick of staring at the walls, feeling like “the best years of your life” are passing you by and leaving you with nothing to show for it? That you’ve painted sarcasm and an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude over your life for so long that now it feels like you’re backed into a corner where you can’t give a shit about anybody because there’s nobody left to give a shit about? So you were neck deep in insta stories on a Friday night like a fucking loser, and you saw a stupid post about a stupid frat party by some girl you swore was going to be your bestie the first week of freshman year who you promptly never spoke to again, and something in you snapped and said, “fuck it”?

Oof, tequila coming in strong, you think to yourself. You decide to spare Jungkook the emotional word vomit.

He keeps going when you don’t respond. “I just figured you had better things to do. Like ride motorcycles, or be in a mosh pit.”

You roll your eyes. “Motorcycles are giant metal death traps. Hard pass. And I don’t like getting punched in the face by nazis, so I don’t mosh.” You take a sip of your drink and size him up. “You’re one to talk, little alt boy.”

He’s playing with his lip ring when you say it, and the blush that creeps up his neck is honestly cute. Thoroughly unfazed by your words, he rolls up the right sleeve of his eyesore of a button down until his arm is fully exposed. “Check it out! Finally filled in the shoulder piece.”

You step closer to admire the fresh ink. Jungkook’s sleeve is, admittedly, really fucking cool. You still remember the first time you saw it in bio lab. It was the first day where the temperature crept up to an actual tolerable degree after what felt like a winter that would never end. You’d only known him in hoodies up to that point, so when he rolled into class that day in a baggy t-shirt and you saw the hint of lettering and shading peeking out from under his sleeve, your jaw nearly hit the floor.

“It’s rude to stare,” he’d said with a soft laugh and a cheeky-ass wink.

You wonder now if maybe you stepped too close, because you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. He holds his arm up for you, rotating it to show off the whole thing. Throughout the rest of the semester, you’d watched as he slowly started to fill in the blank spaces, but now it’s even more cohesive; he’s nearly finished it in the time since you last got a good look.

“Just need something on my wrist. And I might do the back of my hand. I haven’t decided.” He squeezes his hand into a fist and flexes with a put-on grunt, and you laugh even as the swell of his bicep makes your heart jump in your chest.

Emboldened by how close you are to him, and also the tequila, you trace your finger along the words that wrap across his forearm– rather be dead than cool. “That one’s my favorite,” you say softly.

When you glance up, he’s already looking at you, and now your heart’s in your throat. “I swear this thing’s the only reason you like me,” he says, the non-pierced corner of his mouth crooking up in a barely-there smile.

You open your mouth to protest when the kitchen is suddenly alive with noise as a mass of bodies crash through the doorway. A girl in a minidress that has ridden dangerously far up her thighs is nearly carried in by two of her friends, with several more trailing in right at their heels, and her name must be Hannah because they all say it about a thousand times in six seconds. A couple of dudebros shuffle in behind them, shouting for everyone to step back and give her space.

Nowhere else to go, you’re forced that much closer to Jungkook as far too many people try to squeeze into the tiny kitchen. You’ve basically got him pinned against the counter, and you look away, then look back, extremely uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” you mouth, and he shakes his head like it’s not a big deal.

He does smell really good, you realize now that he’s this close. Not like he took a bath in Axe body spray or Drakkar Noir, as most of his frat bros do, just… warm and clean, with a hint of the good kind of boy musk, salt and skin. It’s a welcome distraction from the unbridled chaos of Hannah and her entourage.

“She’s gonna be sick,” someone warns, and you wince in preparation.

“Hannah, aim for the sink!” Another girl coaxes. You turn over your shoulder and watch as Hannah takes a few steps forward, legs quivering like a baby deer, then does a last-second pivot and vomits directly into the jungle juice.

“Oh, party foul!” One of the bros yells.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, and then Jungkook’s breath is ghosting over your neck and you can’t think about anything else. “Do you want to go to my room?” His voice is low, his lips inches from your ear.

You look up at him over the rim of your cup. “Yes, please.”

It’s only once you start walking that your mind is able to process what’s happening, and the panic sets in. Jeon Jungkook is guiding you through his packed frat house, his hand on the small of your back. Of course the crowds part for you like the fucking red sea, no throwing elbows required, because everybody loves him.

His bros greet him as he passes, “‘sup JK!”, and you try to avoid eye contact. You wonder how regularly they see this, him leading some wide-eyed girl up to his room to do what frat boys do best. Your stomach twists as you wonder what his expectations are, and what the fuck it is that you’ve just agreed to by saying yes.

You climb the stairs, his hand still pressed to your back, and he leads you to the first room on the left when you reach the top. When he opens the door and motions for you to step through, you’re surprised.

For one, it doesn’t reek of weed. It just smells like he does, but stronger, with a hint of fresh laundry. His bed isn’t made, but there are also no questionable stains on the black sheets, and he has four pillows and a bed frame, not just a mattress and box spring on the ground with one sad rectangle. There are some cups on the nightstand, but no ash tray overflowing with burnt out ends of blunts, no empty beer cans, and you can actually see the floor.

Not bad, you think to yourself, and then the anxiety presses in again as he shuts the door behind you. Nope. You are absolutely not doing this.

“Sorry about that,” he says with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “These things get really crazy around finals season. I guess people need an escape in the form of mild alcohol poisoning.”

You cross your arms, unable to continue the polite conversation. “Look, I don’t know what you think is going to happen in here, but it’s not going to happen, okay?”

He steps back, his brow instantly furrowing. “Wait, what? Are you mad at me right now? I just figured you’d want to get out of the kitchen, since a girl was actively puking.”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” you say, not buying it.

“I-I’m not.” Jungkook seems genuinely flustered, enough that you realize he’s probably not acting. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he starts, and then he sighs, like he’s correcting himself. “But, I guess my intentions really don’t matter, because it seems like I did. So I’m sorry.”

You squint at him, wondering who the fuck taught this boy how to apologize so damn well. This is the first time you’ve ever heard a frat boy say “sorry” without it being immediately followed by “but” and then something so offensive that it negates the entire thing.

He waits for you to respond, then gestures to the door. “If you want to go, you can go. I just wanted to talk to you. I haven’t seen you at all since last semester, and I’m really glad you came out.”

The thought of going back downstairs is slightly more anxiety-inducing than staying in this room. At least here it’s quiet, and it smells nice, and he apparently is not actually trying to get into your pants. It really does seem like you read him wrong, you admit to yourself, and then you unceremoniously plop down on his carpet.

Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide the big smile on his face as he joins you on the floor, and you both lean back against the foot of his bed. He slips his feet out of his slides and you lean forward to pull your boots off.

“Like I said, I’ve been rotting away in my dorm room,” you remind him with a dry laugh.

“You should’ve texted me. I would’ve come rot with you.”

His words make you smile a little, but you’re still suspicious. “Uh-huh,” you intone as he takes another sip of his drink. “And what would we have done, Jungkook?” The question nearly makes you cringe; it’s like reading a bad sext out loud. You don’t know why you keep pushing him on this.

Maybe, a tiny part of your tequila brain whispers to you, you’re goading him so hard into saying that he wants to hook up because for a split second back there in the kitchen, you realized that’s what you want. But you’re a hyper-independent bitch who can’t ever admit to needing anything from anybody, so you need him to say it first.

You grit your teeth and give your head a nearly imperceptible shake, trying to shut that brain cell up.

“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug, like he really doesn’t. “Play video games?” He gestures to a Nintendo 64 in the corner of his room, hooked up to a large TV that’s mounted on the wall.

It’s certainly not the answer you expected, but you don’t hate it. You raise an eyebrow as if to challenge him. “Well, I will kick your ass in Mario Kart.”

He sucks gently on his lip ring as he looks you over, and there’s a glint in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’ve clearly tapped into something. “Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“Then prove it.”

Dropping out of shit-talk mode for a second, Jungkook gives a laugh that almost sounds embarrassed. “I should warn you, I get pretty competitive.”

You refuse to back down. “Better work on your gracious losing face, then.”

In acceptance of your challenge, you watch as he sorts through the bin of cartridges next to the console until he finds the one he’s looking for. He brings it up to his mouth and blows on it, some strange gamer ritual you’ve seen before but have never understood, and a shiver runs through you.

“Here,” he says, tossing you a dark blue controller, letting the cord unravel and plugging it into the port. “You can even use my favorite.” You take it in your hands and smile when you see the yellow Pokémon logo stamped across the center.

“You’re going to regret that when I beat you with it,” you retort, shrugging out of your jacket for optimum mobility. He’s grinning as he settles back next to you and the menu music starts up.

It turns out you’re pretty evenly matched in the Mario Kart skills department. You sail past him on the first course, easily finishing in first, but get entirely wrecked by a blue shell in course two and he’s able to clinch it no problem.

You would’ve expected more shit-talking based on his warning, but instead he’s just so focused, eyes wide, mouth wiggling his lip ring back and forth. It’s a little endearing. A lot endearing, really. You keep sneaking glances over at him as you start up the third and final course, wondering why he has to be so goddamn cute, why you’re incapable of finding a single flaw in him no matter how hard you try.

Forcing yourself to focus, you return your attention back to the screen, only to see that he has flown right by you and is far ahead in the lead. Oh, this simply will not do, you think to yourself, and then an item box hands you a perfectly-timed golden mushroom, and you see your path to victory.

You drift around the sharp corners, giving yourself a speed boost each time, and it’s just enough. “Get fucked,” you say with a giggle as Princess Peach cruises her way past Bowser into first place. You use the last few seconds of your mushroom power to put a solid amount of distance between your characters. There’s less than half a lap left, and absolutely nothing he can do to deny you of your win.

Or so you think, until he reaches over and drags his hand across your controller, forcing your joystick in the opposite direction and causing Peach to start driving in circles on the screen.

“What the fuck!” You scream, trying to smack his hand away, but he closes one of your hands in his and forces that down on the joystick, making your car go fully backwards. “You fucking cheater!”

“You’re the cheater,” he grunts, which doesn’t even make any sense, but pisses you off enough to reach for his controller to mimic his strategy. However, you fail to account for his evolutionary advantage of having longer arms than you; he’s easily able to scoot away while keeping his hand pressed down on your own. You see in the game that he’s inches away from overtaking you now, the fingers of his other hand stretching to work joystick and button at once.

“No!” You cry out in frustration, desperately trying to wriggle your hand free. You can’t just sit here and watch him steal this out from under you, so you dive hard to one side and yank the controller away at the same time.

It’s only a little too late that you realize you have once again made an uncoordinated lunge and ended up with far too much leftover momentum. He does not relent, and you underestimated the severity of his grip on your hand because when you fall over he comes with you, both of you toppling onto the carpet as the controller flies out of your grasp.

You end up flat on your back, and his reflexes are only barely fast enough to respond, his hands bracing the floor on either side of your head so he can avoid landing on top of you.

But that’s even worse, because now Jungkook is hovering over you, and you’re both breathing heavy, and his hair is falling in his eyes, and you don’t even know how but his thigh has managed to end up pressed between your legs.

For a moment, you don’t move or say anything, and neither does he. You just stay like that, staring at each other. Your eyes drop to his mouth, and then he cracks a smug grin.

“I told you I don’t like to lose.”

Your stomach flips as your panic rears back in full force, and you meet his gaze again. “Am I still supposed to believe you didn’t bring me up here to hook up?” Your voice is barely more than a whisper.

The smile drops off his face as his eyes search yours. “What do you want?” He asks, and you can hear the exasperation in his voice. “Because you’re the one who keeps talking about it.”

You falter, unable to come up with any witty retort because you know he’s right. Jungkook moves away from you and you sit up with a sigh. He scoots back a few more inches, giving you plenty of space, and reaches for the remote to mute the TV.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you say, your voice still soft. You can’t look at him, so you stare at the carpet instead. “That’s just alcohol and adolescent sex drive talking. It’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?” He doesn’t sound mad, but confused, like he wants to understand your thought process. Good fucking luck, you think to yourself.

You give him a look. “Because I’m not an idiot. Hooking up with a frat boy in his frat house is never a good idea.”

The way his face falls makes you feel like the biggest bitch on planet earth, and you desperately wish you could shove the words back in your mouth, that you were capable of shutting up for once in your goddamn life.

“Is that really how you see me?”

Of course it’s not. You know it’s not, and you hope he knows it too, despite your inability to ever actually say what you fucking mean. But you can’t stop yourself. The defense mechanism is fully engaged now.

“Jungkook, you are literally a frat boy. We are literally in a frat house. This is not a perception character judgment thing. It’s an objective facts of reality thing.”

He fixes you in his gaze, saying nothing, then sighs. “Why do you do that?”

Your heart sinks. “Do what?”

He shakes his head, worrying at his lip ring again, clearly a nervous habit. “I don’t know, it’s like… Sometimes I think you like me, but then you always throw a wall up at the last second. I just wish I knew why.”

That makes two of us, you think bitterly, but your heart is simultaneously cracking apart at how vulnerable he’s being with no hesitation. You’re almost jealous that he can just move through life like this, open and honest, so unafraid.

“I do like you,” you admit, and you open your mouth to add the qualifier, to put the wall up, but he speaks first.

“I like you, too. I’ve liked you for a long time.” This kid is going to be the death of you. “I’m not just looking to score, or whatever."

You pull your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over them, trying to shrink until you no longer exist. You start to shake your head. “Jungkook, I don’t–”

“See,” he cuts you off, “you’re doing it right now.” You groan and bury your face in your arms. “What is that? We like each other, why can’t that be enough?”

The question hangs heavy, because you know there’s no good answer.

Finally, you look up at him and sigh. “Because,” you start decisively. “You’re… you. And I’m me.” You gesture between the two of you. “We’re from different worlds.”

His face scrunches up a little, and it’s his turn to shake his head slowly. “I really don’t think we are. I think you’re just telling yourself that.” You can see he’s getting frustrated and you don’t fucking blame him. “And I don’t get how you can complain about sitting by yourself in your dorm room, but then keep blocking everyone out so that you’re always alone.”

“I like being alone!” The lie comes out reflexively before you can even think to stop it. You’ve said it so many times at this point that it almost feels true. “Alone is best.” You pause, and for a second you really wonder if you’re going to cry right now, on the floor of Jeon Jungkook’s bedroom, in his stupid frat house. “You can’t get hurt, or disappointed, or left behind if you’re alone,” you conclude. There it is. The truth, kind of.

“I wouldn’t do any of those things to you,” he says softly.

You just stare at him for a moment. The promise is too good to be true. It always is. “You can’t know that.”

He pauses, then nods once, staring back at you. “You’re right. But I don’t want to do those things. And I would try really hard not to. I just want to make you feel good. Whatever that looks like.”

You can’t help where your stupid tequila brain immediately takes the idea, and you let out a dry laugh. “Well, if that’s what you’re after, there’s really no chance.”

His brows pinch together, clearly not understanding. “What does that mean?”

“Many have tried, none have succeeded,” you say with a roll of your eyes, stretching your legs back out. “I am a puzzle that no man can solve.”

The realization slowly dawns on him, and his eyes widen. “Wait, are you saying you’ve never had a–”

You wave a hand in the air as if to shush him, and you cut him off. “Stop. Don’t be dramatic. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, courtesy of my vibrator and my showerhead.” Your face is a little hot from talking about this in front of him. “Just… only alone. The running theme here, apparently.”

He tilts his head, processing this new information. “So do you fake it?” You tell yourself you’re just imagining that he sounds a little upset.

You grimace. “With my high school boyfriend, yeah. He was my first everything, and we were so young. I was too embarrassed to say it, so I just let him believe he had a magical dick that brought me to orgasm at the exact same time as him every time.”

Jungkook huffs a laugh of disbelief.

“And after that,” you continue, looking down in embarrassment, “I don’t know, it’s pretty much just been hookups, and most usually don’t bother to ask. Some have tried for a while, and then given up…” The memories make you cringe. “It’s just uncomfortable. Hence the alone thing.” You give a half shrug. “It’s okay. My vibrator is nice.”

He says nothing, and you mentally kick yourself for oversharing. This is why the wall goes up, you think, but when you look at him, he’s already looking at you, and not in the way you expected.

In fact, you’re surprised to see that glint in his eyes again. He licks his lips, and you realize your pulse is racing.

“The way I see it,” he begins slowly, his voice low and even, “we have two options.” You raise an eyebrow, your interest piqued, and he continues. “Option one. You let me know, for real, that you’re not interested. You don’t have to tell me why, but you do have to mean it. And I’ll leave you alone, and you can go home and write your paper.”

Your mouth goes dry as you try to prepare for what might come next.

“Or, option two.” You swear his eyes darken as he says it. “You admit to me that you like me, and that you want me. And you let me take care of you. Which includes keeping you in my bed for as long as it takes me to make you come. I don’t care if it takes hours. I’ve got hours.”

He shrugs like he hasn’t just said the most devastating thing you’ve ever heard. “We can figure out the rest after. It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to be. But it’s your call. I won’t be mad, whatever you choose. I just need to know.” He leans back on his hands, awaiting your choice.

“Jungkook,” you breathe. “You don’t know how tempting that offer is.” You try to say more, but he’s faster.

“Then say yes.”

You want to scream at him that it’s not that simple, that letting people all the way in is a door you slammed shut long ago, never to be opened again. But despite your best attempts, this cheeky, dorky, pierced and tattooed frat wonder boy has managed to wedge that door back open, just an inch. And it’s enough that now you can’t help but wonder what’s on the other side.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe it really can be that simple with him. Maybe safe doesn’t always have to mean alone. Isn’t that why you came to this party in the first place?

You let out a slow exhale, and then for the first time in your life, you decide to get out of your own way.

“Okay,” you say, and you have to work to keep your voice from shaking. “Yes. But,” you quickly add before he has a chance to react, “I don’t want this to turn into a big thing if…” you trail off. “You know. If I can’t.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that.” He says with a self-assured smile, and you hate that it’s so hot. “I have a secret weapon.”

And then he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, and the end of a silver barbell winks at you.

Your jaw drops. “I’m sorry, you have a tongue piercing?!”

He smirks. “Got it a couple months ago. It’s fully healed now, so you get to be my maiden voyage.” You cringe and he laughs self-consciously. “Sorry, that sounded cooler in my head.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing too as his hands reach for your ankles. He gently starts to pull you towards him and you cross your legs, scooting the rest of the way forward until your knees are touching his.

“Can I please kiss you now?” Jungkook asks, but you take his face in your hands and beat him to it.

Given his competitive streak, a part of you had expected everything about this to be rough and hard, but the way he kisses you is so gentle, it’s romantic. You’d forgotten what it’s like to be kissed like this, intimate and slow, not just a tongue shoved down your throat. Jungkook is continuing to prove to you what he already has time and time again: he is nothing like any man you’ve ever met.

You are really curious about that piercing, though, so you tilt your head and tentatively lick into his mouth. When you bump against the metal post he whines a little, and goddamn, you need to be in his bed right fucking now.

He must have the same thought because his hands run firmly over your hips and you both maneuver to your feet without breaking apart. You let him guide you backwards until your knees hit the end of the bed, and you sit down and gaze up at him, breathless from his kisses.

You’re a little nervous, you realize, but then you see the way he’s looking at you. “God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and your face flushes.

Jungkook ducks his head to kiss you again, moving you to lay down, and his hand finds the small of your back beneath you. You can’t help but smile when he uses the arm wrapped around you to effortlessly lift you up and scoot you backwards to the head of the bed. You lean against the pillows as his tongue returns to your mouth.

His fingers start to play gently at the hem of your shirt as if asking a question. You nod and he pushes it up, your lips breaking apart only for as long as it takes to pull it over your head before finding each other again.

You reach to do the same for him, but he makes an “uh-uh” noise into your mouth, then pulls away. “I want this to be about you.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, that is incredibly sweet, and it can absolutely be about me. But I think you will severely hurt your chances of bringing me to orgasm if you’re wearing that creamsicle nightmare shirt while you’re doing it."

He raises his eyebrows for a split second like he’s weighing whether or not he should accept that challenge, but then he shrugs with a grin and pulls his shirt off over his head. His body is ridiculous, lithe and toned, and he inhales sharply when you run your hands up his chest.

You realize now, as he unhooks your bra and tosses it off the edge of the bed, then starts to kiss down your jaw, that Jungkook is vocal. He makes these breathy little sighs against your skin as he goes, and when you do something like scratch your nails over his back or dip your head to trace your tongue along his neck, he outright moans. The low, raw sound makes your pussy throb.

Noise during sex has always been weird for you; you felt like guys expected you to be loud, which is hard to do convincingly when you’re nowhere near satisfied. But none of the sounds he’s making now seem in any way performative. You can tell it’s just him enjoying your shared pleasure the same way he does everything– unashamedly.

So when he sucks gently at the place where your neck and shoulder meet, lightly running his piercing over the sensitive skin there, your eyes flutter closed, and you don’t hold back the noise he pulls out of you.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you breathe, and you feel him smile.

You’re overwhelmed by all the different sensations his mouth can make against your skin. He kisses, licks, drags his tongue ring, and bites along your neck and your collarbones, working you until you couldn’t keep quiet even if you wanted to. His hands slide up your waist, coming to cup your breasts, and he tries similar experiments with his thumbs over your nipples: barely-there tapping, then firmer pressure in slow circles, then light pinches that make you gasp and writhe.

He’s clearly educating himself, paying close attention to your responses to figure out the best ways to touch you and take you apart. No one has ever cared this much about what actually felt good to you before; this is a far cry from the half-hearted two minutes of foreplay you’re accustomed to. He really does act like he’s got all the time in the world.

The thought of him touching and kissing you like this for hours is dizzying. Even if he can’t make you come, you don’t fucking care, everything he’s doing still feels incredible. It’s a hell of a lot better than writing a paper.

Jungkook groans into your skin as he mouths down to your breasts, and when he shifts, you can feel his erection grind against your thigh. The knowledge that he’s just as turned on by this as you are, paired with a deft flick of his piercing over your nipple, makes you whine loudly. Your core is already aching to be touched, licked, fucked– anything.

He reaches to unbutton your pants while his lips and tongue still work at the bud of your breast in his mouth. Your hips lift up at his touch and he pulls your jeans down, dropping your nipple from between his teeth so you can kick them the rest of the way off.

His hands slip under the band of your panties with a grunt so heady it’s nearly a growl, but instead of pulling them down, he loops the fabric around his fingers once and pulls up, so the lace is pressed tight against your dripping cunt. Even that small amount of friction makes you whimper, your hips rocking in desperate search of relief.

“Can I take these off?” He pairs the question with another firm tug, so the lace rubs right over your clit as your hips circle.

You don’t even have the breath to answer, you want it so bad; you can only nod.

He pulls your panties off, tossing them to join the rest of your clothes on the floor before moving down between your spread legs. You’re so wet for him now that just his breath on your core is enough to make you moan.

You brush his hair off his forehead and watch as he brings his mouth to your thighs, trailing lips and teeth upwards. With each pass, he comes so close to where you want him, where you need him, but deliberately stops just shy, teasing you. He runs his tongue along the crease where your hip and thigh meet, and the drag of his piercing on your skin makes you cry out, delirious with anticipation.

But then his mouth goes in the wrong direction. Rather than close the small amount of distance left to finally, finally make contact with your cunt, he shifts away from it. His lips and tongue trail back over your hips, your stomach, and up the valley between your breasts. You lift your head in disbelief to watch him, and you don’t think you’re going to make it– you’ve never been denied pleasure like this before. Your eyes start to sting like they might well up with tears.

He keeps going, lips moving from your neck to your jaw and then finally back to your mouth. You turn your head to the side, your breathing ragged.

“Jungkook,” you nearly sob, “please.”

His voice is hoarse when he murmurs in your ear with a dark laugh, “I was wondering how long it would take you to beg for it. You really held out on me.” He kisses you again and you whine in frustration as he sucks on your bottom lip. He pulls away with a smile. “Talk to me. Tell me what you need.”

Your head swims; you try to form words through your desperation. “I– fuck, anything, anything. Please, Jungkook, please.” You sound so wrecked, so needy, but if he wants you to beg, you’ll do it, gladly. You’re going to die if he doesn’t touch you soon. Your hips shudder up against his, your nails dragging down his back.

“Good girl, love it when you say my name like that,” he groans into the crook of your neck, and your pussy clenches around nothing, your brain short-circuiting at the praise.

He doesn’t drag it out any longer– you don’t think you’d survive if he did– and instead just shifts to settle back between your legs. His hands come to your thighs and you’re so keyed up that you jump under his touch as he spreads you wide open. You’re nearly clawing at the bedsheets in preparation to finally feel him after so long, but instead of his fingers or his tongue, something wet hits your clit.

It takes a second for your brain to process that he spit on you. Fuck.

You look up to see him looking at you, wide-eyed, like he’s only just realized what he did. “Sorry, I should’ve asked first. Was that okay?”

It was fucking hot, actually, but you’re so far gone that you can’t make the words happen. You can only nod and roll your hips up toward him.

“Jungkook, please,” you manage to whimper one final time, and he dips his head to press a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your skin, “I’ve got you.” And then he closes his lips around your clit.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, relief flooding through you like a shot in the arm. His movements aren’t that different from how he first kissed you, gentle and sweet, and your clit throbs when his lip ring rolls over it.

Jungkook’s mouth falls into a steady rhythm, and he’s groaning against your pussy like it feels good for him, too. Enthusiastic is the only way to describe the way he eats you out; you really do believe he could do this all day.

Alternating with the movement of his lips, he starts to incorporate long, slow licks of his tongue across your folds. There’s enough spit and slickness that his piercing slides right over your clit, and it’s a sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt before that has you bucking against his mouth. He whines mid-lick when you do, and the vibration rips through you, your back arching in response.

That earns you two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, and for the second time tonight, you think you might die. Your legs start to shake as his fingers curl inside you.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck,” you groan. You don’t recognize your own voice; you’ve never made noise like this before, but nothing’s ever felt this good. You’re coming undone in his hands, under his tongue.

He changes up the rhythm on your clit, moving between fluidly swirling his piercing over it and pulling it into his mouth for hard suction. The pleasure is still overwhelming, but something about the switch-up takes you out of your body and into your head, and you falter for a moment.

He’s been at this for a while, and he does seem to be enjoying himself, but even so, you start to feel self-conscious. Are you taking too long? Is his tongue getting tired? What if you still can’t come from this?

Your momentary silence and lack of movement must be enough to send Jungkook’s competitive edge into overdrive, because he grabs your thigh with his free hand as if to pull you even closer and fully buries his face in your cunt.

He flattens his tongue against you and starts to shake his head aggressively, wiggling his tongue with it, and the barbell tapping rhythmically at your clit has you gasping for air and grabbing at the bedsheets.

As if that wasn’t enough, he adds a third finger inside you, slowing down for just a moment to make sure you’re accustomed to the stretch. He runs his free hand up your thigh and lays it flat below your stomach, pressing down firmly on your lower abdomen. You don’t know what to expect– no one’s ever done it to you before, but when he resumes rocking his fingers back and forth against your front wall under that extra pressure, you nearly drench his hand in arousal, it feels so good.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck!” You moan, and you wonder if the whole party downstairs can hear. You sound like a goddamn pornstar, the kind of noises that are so ridiculous you’d think they were fake if you weren’t experiencing the insane, all-encompassing pleasure yourself firsthand. Here, in Jungkook’s bed, in his fucking frat house, getting eaten out like you’re his last fucking meal.

You can’t even remember what you were worrying about now. There’s no space left in your brain for it, and your pussy is already starting to flutter around his fingers as you feel the pressure building in your core.

Out of sheer desperation, you wind a hand through his hair and lift your hips up against his mouth, matching his rhythm. He looks up at you and moans around your clit, nodding his head, clearly trying to encourage you without letting his tempo slow.

His breathing is ragged and loud as you grip his hair and rock your hips, bumping your clit against his pierced tongue again and again and again, exactly the way you need it.

Your moans increase in pitch and pace as you feel your orgasm crest. He responds back in time, encouraging you, his voice coming from some raw, primal place as he grunts open-mouthed, “uh-huh, uh-huh” against your clit, and you can hear his fingers working your cunt so well, and it’s all too fucking much.

You come so hard, it makes you question if you’ve ever actually had an orgasm before. Hands gripping at the sheets, toes curling, legs shaking violently, back arching up off the mattress, all with a loud moan that’s more like a sob. You have never in your life felt anything this good.

Jungkook slows but doesn’t stop as the aftershocks roll through you, slowly moving his head up and down to lick flat, long stripes over your clit as you continue to shudder against his face. Your thighs pull together reflexively when you become too sensitive, and that’s when he finally relents, pulling off and out of you.

You stare up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe and wondering if you really did die after all. There’s a loud bang on the door, but you’re too blissed out to even give a fuck, and it’s just one of his frat bros yelling “alright, JK!” from the other side.

At least they’re supportive of a woman’s pleasure, you think, and then you can’t help but laugh at the sheer insanity of it all. Jungkook slides up the bed to lay next to you, and he’s smiling as he wipes his face with his hand.

“I guess you didn’t fake that one, huh?”

You can only shake your head as you struggle to get your breath back.

“Holy shit, I feel like I should say thank you,” you eventually manage, and he laughs his perfect laugh. You roll over to bury your face in his shoulder. “What the fuck, Jungkook– I think I saw my life flash before my eyes. That was fucking crazy.”

Jungkook flips onto his side facing you, propped up on one arm, his other hand gently running back and forth along the curve of your waist. “What can I say? I play to win.” He can’t hide his satisfied smile as the official winner of your first ever non-solo orgasm.

You lean against him, allowing your eyes to close again as your pulse slows, and you sigh contentedly as he presses his lips to your hairline.

“What time is it?” He asks after a few minutes. “Do you need to go write your paper?”

You tilt back to shoot him a death glare. “Do not mention my fucking paper right now, Jeon Jungkook. I’m trying to bask in the glow here.”

He laughs again and pulls you closer. “My bad.”

“And besides,” your face softens, and your eyes trace down to his hand that’s now gently palming over the front of his pants, where you can see the bulge of his erection. “I believe you promised me hours.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. “Oh, I’ll give you hours.”

Your pussy doesn’t feel anywhere near recovered, but you’re somehow also aching for him to fuck you. If that was only his head game, you genuinely don’t think you’ll survive sex with Jungkook. But you’re willing to die trying.

“Come here,” his voice returns to that near-growl and he crawls over you, one hand cupping your jaw as he brings his lips to yours.

This time when his thigh presses between your legs, it’s on purpose. Your clit still twitches at the contact, but the pressure is indirect enough that it only feels good, and you rock your hips slowly into him.

You’re desperate to see him, touch him, return the favor, and your hand slips between your bodies to grab him through his pants. You whine against his lips when you feel how thick he is in your hand, and you pull little gasps out of him as you slowly start to pump him over the fabric.

“Please fuck me, Jungkook,” you whisper when you break apart, begging for it the way you’ve learned he likes, your hand still working him.

He bites down hard on your neck with a laugh, like he can’t believe you’re real.

You start to unbutton and push down his pants and then he flips onto his back to do the rest, shedding pants and boxers at the same time. You can’t help but giggle a little at his apparent urgency, pleased that he needs you just as bad, as he yanks his nightstand drawer out, retrieves a condom, and rips it open with his teeth.

But that urgency is gone once he’s hovering over you, cock teasing at your entrance, your knees bent and legs spread for him. It’s replaced by that same look in his eyes, those same gentle kisses, and arousal pooling in your belly at the realization that he really could do this for hours. But you need him now.

“Please,” you whisper one more time, and he groans against your throat as he pushes into you.

His pace is slow, hips rolling fluidly, and you’re still so sensitive that your walls flutter around him with each thrust. The thickness of his cock feels just as good as you thought it would. You moan loudly, arching back against the pillow, as his head drags over your sweet spot.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice ragged. He keeps rolling his hips, stroking so slow and deep that it’s pleasure and torture all in one.

Jungkook must be a fast learner, because when he thrusts into you one more time and you whine in response, the same strangled noise you made when he teased your cunt, he knows what you need. You don’t even have to beg for it.

His hands slide along the backs of your thighs and he pushes, just a little, folding your legs up so your pelvis tilts to give him full access to your cunt. And then he picks up the pace.

The pleasure is overwhelming as he bottoms out inside you over and over, and you’re already close to the edge of a second climax. You rake your nails down his back and his hips move even faster, both of you moaning with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin is so loud it’s obscene; there’s no way the whole party doesn’t know what you’re up to by now.

You don’t give a shit. You hope they’re all jealous.

Your legs start to shake as the pressure in your core builds, and you’re suddenly in dire need of release all over again. You move to reach a hand down between your legs, but Jungkook doesn’t miss a thing.

He lets go of one of your thighs to knock your hand away, replacing it with his own, his thrusts never slowing. You watch this time as he spits on your clit again, and then starts to rub circles over it.

It’s a touch you’ve felt before, fast and hard, usually performed by a guy who has no idea what he’s doing, and usually painful as all hell.

But Jungkook is very obviously a fucking expert in his field, and he must know that when you’re as slick as you are from his mouth and your own arousal, and you’ve already come once, and you’re this insanely turned on and desperate for it, it doesn’t hurt at all. Your hips lift up off the bed because right now, it’s fucking perfect.

“Oh my fucking god, Jungkook, fuck, yes, don’t stop–” you cry out, and your last moan is nearly a scream as you come all the way undone for him. Your cunt squeezes tightly around his length, and he only has to rut into you a few more times before he’s coming, too, with a loud groan of your name.

His head drops onto your shoulder as he finishes, gasping for breath. You lean back against the pillows, still shuddering a little but entirely spent, fucked out of your mind.

You’re only vaguely aware of what’s happening when he pulls out of you, or when the bed shifts as he gets up to dispose of the condom, then collapses back down next to you with a dazed sigh.

You roll into him, still lost for words, and he wraps both arms around you. You can hear his heart thudding hard in his chest, the same tempo as yours.

A laugh rips through you as you play the last few moments back and remember his hand shoving your own away. You look up at him. “So what are you, in charge of my orgasms now? Did I sign a contract tonight?”

“No,” he gives a small smile, and you see a blush creep up his neck at the reminder of something done clearly in the heat of the moment. “I don’t know. No one had ever made you come once before, so… I just wanted to do it twice. Set a new number to beat.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the grin on your face. “I’m not a video game, Jungkook.”

“Nope,” he laughs, tightening his grip around you. “You are so much better.” He ducks down to kiss you gently.

You’re still smiling when he moves to rest his chin on your head. “And you are better than my vibrator.”

There’s a comfortable pause, and then you decide you may as well do what you do best and ruin everything. “So, is now the time when I ask you the phrase that every frat boy dreads to hear?” You start, and he’s already looking at you when you glance up again. “What are we?”

He shrugs, looking totally nonplussed. “That’s up to you. I will literally go out there right now and announce to the entire party that you’re my girlfriend and I’m the first man to ever make you come, if that’s what you want.”

You press your face to his chest and laugh self-consciously. “Well, I think they already know about the second part. I wasn’t exactly quiet.”

His lips brush against your temple. “Don’t be. I want them all to know who’s fucking you right.”

You sigh, wondering how on earth this kid is real. There’s a big part of you, especially with the high of two orgasms rattling around in your brain, that wants to take the leap right now, straight into the unknown. You want to trust him fully, but you’re still scared of the uncertainty, the potential for disaster. It’s been a long time since you let someone all the way in.

“But the G word…” you say nervously. “That’s a lot for me, at least right now.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says simply, and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face betrays no hurt feelings or hidden agenda. It makes you feel like it really is okay. “We can be whatever you want,” he continues. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You can feel yourself getting emotional, and you bring your cheek to his chest again, hoping he can’t tell. “Well, whatever label we put on it, you are eating me out like that at least once a week.”

“Once a week?” He huffs softly. “How about once a day?” He shifts slightly to trail kisses along your neck. “Actually,” he murmurs in your ear, “I could go for seconds right now…”

You laugh and shove against his chest. “Hey, I’m still getting used to this brave new world over here. If you make me come again tonight I think I might literally die in your bed.” He relents with a smug smile and a kiss pressed to your cheek.

“But if you wanted to wake me up that way tomorrow…” you offer, and he gets that goddamn look in his eyes, the one that may forever be known as the look that ruined your life.

“Oh, I think we can make that happen.”

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dollfaceksj · 9 months

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Hey! So I saw you mention something about a new style of drabble series and I was wondering if I could request something so you can try it out?

College!JK, that’s a year younger than Y/N, that looks shy and quiet but is actually a fuckboy, he just doesn’t show it around Y/N because he respects her as his senior and being a mutual friend of his (Tae or Joon or any member)

aaa thank you! i was rlly considering trying it out and u’ve given me the opportunity. the idea is derived from @/jiminrings’ lunchbox lovers! they’re one of my fav authors so definitely check out their work <333

ps: THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO!!! i might do this for a lot of ideas i have cause its so quick and fun!!

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #1

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jungkook and you cross paths every now and again, like right now when you’re sitting in taehyung’s small studio apartment watching the two of them play call of duty: black ops on taehyung’s small flatscreen

you’re seated on taehyung’s bed, back pressed against the headboard and you’ve got a view of the back of their heads as they’re sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed

“dude, how did you miss that?” jungkook groans loudly, his head thrown back in disbelief

“that’s the same person that killed you 20 seconds into the game! they’re just good.” taehyung wants to defend himself but they’re both being a little too loud and taehyung has already got several noise complaints

UNFORTUNATELY you have to be the rational one.

despite this not even being your place

“guys, quiet down.”

you have to remind these annoying fucks about the neighbors every 10 minutes.

they’re so annoying like???

acting like little kids ffs

taehyung glances at you over his shoulder and sheepishly says, “sorry.”

jungkook doesn’t say anything but you’re not surprised, the only words you two have ever really exchanged were a couple awkward ‘hello’s and ‘how are you’s

“you don’t have to apologize to me, taehyung, i’m just trying not to get you evicted!!!”

they both chuckle at that but are suddenly interrupted by jungkook’s phone buzzing

jungkook’s hand dives into his pocket and his other hand shields his phone from taehyung’s prying eyes

taehyung teases him about it. “what? is it another one of your little girlfriends?”

your ears perk up at the new info

NEW INFO ALERT

jungkook actually gets bitches?

truth or lie?

there’s no way bruh

or is he so bitchless that it’s become an inside joke ?

like he’s pretty cute you’ll admit that much

but he looks like he’ll combust any second when talking to a woman???

“you talk too much…” jungkook mumbles as he gets up from the floor, wiping his sweatpants clean after shoving his phone back into his pocket

you take the opportunity to tease the younger one, the guy that’s always too shy to look into your eyes for longer than 3 seconds

“oh, you get down like that?”

jungkook’s head turns to you after the words leave your mouth and for the first time, he doesn’t look awkward or shy to be engaging in eye contact with you

his eyes slowly drag down your body, lingering on your bare thighs

you almost jerk at the intensity of his gaze but you compose yourself, it’s just jungkook.

like he literally looks like he gets boners from just getting on a bus

just as he parts his lips to answer, his phone starts ringing again

“see y’all later.” with that, he walks out of taehyung’s flat

hm. that was

weird?

different???

tae glances over at you, a wiggle in his brows and a smirk on his lips. “he’s definitely gonna go get his dick sucked.”

you scrunch your nose up at his words. “i don’t need to know that.”

you can’t help it though. you’re a bit surprised

jeon jungkook???

having SEX???

WITH AN ACTUAL PERSON?

that does not sound logical to you whatsoever

he’s top 3 students in his year, he’s quiet and awkward. he plays video games, is obsessed with anime and is always covered in head to toe.

like that time you all went swimming and he was the only one wearing one of those damn rash guards.

with the amount of time he spends on discord you think he might have a discord kitten but that’s as much pussy he’s gonna get

in your opinion, he’s literally a pussy repeller. an anti pussy magnet. a bitchless los–

“what are you thinking about?” taehyung snaps you out of your thoughts.

shit

SHIT

you weren’t listening to a word he just said.

you raise your brows slightly. you contemplate speaking your mind but then you remember it’s just taehyung.

tae and you go way back and he’s one of your closest friends

you shouldn’t feel awkward to ask him anything that’s on your mind

“does he actually get laid?”

there’s a quick beat of silence

“why? you interested?” he smirks and wiggles his brows at you.

he’s so annoying

“gross.”

he laughs as he gets up from his seat on the floor and falls down next to you on the bed.

“you look surprised.”

“tae, he literally looks like he’ll bust a vein whenever he talks to me.”

taehyung laughs and shakes his head. “nah, joon and i told him to keep his claws off our beloved friend.”

there’s a scrunch in your brows as you process the new info.

NEW INFO ALERT

claws ???

off YOU?????

you don’t know whether to be amused or offended

you shake your head in disbelief. there’s no way he just said that

“you actually think that kid has a chance with me?”

tae glances at you with a tilt to his head.

he shrugs his shoulders. “either way. don’t pay him any mind.”

now you’re intrigued because no matter how believable taehyung seems, you still don’t believe it.

you refuse to believe it

he’s too

EUUGHHH??

you can’t describe it

and to think that they THINK he has a CHANCE with YOU???

absolutely fucking mindboggling

“you seem like you don’t believe me,” he laughs but then returns his attention to his phone. “i forget that you don’t really know jungkook that well.”

just as you part your lips to say something, taehyung adds, “hm. maybe it’s better that way.”

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alphabetboyluvr · 10 months

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something borrowed | jjk

VIBES | first loves, a lil angst, a lil... infidelity (don't scream at me!!), no smut (a little teeny lips to kitty moment but no actual smut) jungkook's nose be doing things (smelling <3) cause when is it not?, mafia au

SOUNDTRACK | moth to a flame - swedish house mafia, the weekend ; mirage - elina

HOLLY'S NOTE | (originally posted april 2023) was in a tiktok hell hole of moth to a flame edits, and this is the product of it loool. posted on wp first!!

WORD COUNT | 2.8k

GLOSSARY OF TERMS | all relating to korean gangs

Gyeongsang - the ancient name for what is now known as the Yeongnam district of Korea. It includes Daegu, Busan, Ulsan, and both Gyeongsang Provinces. It's essentially the South-East of the country.

Honam - the district of Korea which includes Gwangju and both Jeolla provinces. Essentially, it's Yeongnam's counterpart - the South-West of the country.

Pa - the term for a 'mob' in Korean, often affixed to regions or identifiers of specific gangs

Jopok - a term for someone involved in a gang

THEY SAY you never forget your first love; that it's some sort of earth-shattering, universe-bending, life-debilitating experience. You learn from it; how to behave, how to act, how to break a heart, and - sometimes - how to heal one, too.

They're a funny thing, first loves.

Virginities are given and taken in all aspects of life; sex, declarations of affection, scathing remarks in the midst of arguments.

Jeon Jungkook has all of your firsts, and you all of his.

It had been a too-hot summer, and you'd been rebelling.

Fresh-faced, and terribly bored of the confines put in place by your father, Jungkook had seemed like a safe bet.

Jungkook had always been a rebel. You made no change to that.

You'd gone to Busan looking for trouble. Like father, like daughter. He usually went there to fuck with Gyeongsang-pa goonies who didn't know their left from their right; to remind them that what Honam-pa may lack in their underground history, they made up for in their sheer moxie.

You'd gone there to fuck with Gyeongsang-pa goonies, too, just in the literal sense. You were on the cusp of nineteen, and still being held prisoner to Honam-pa hierarchy, or so it felt.

An easy target was found in the form of a boy skimming rocks against a settled bay. Leather jacket and a face of thunder, Jeon Jungkook had wanted nothing to do with you. Heard the tone of your dialect and knew you were one of them.

"Ain't no place for Honam bitches," he'd told you. Had made you laugh.

"And who are you?" You'd replied, voice condescending, eyes innocent. "Too scrawny to be Jopok."

He had smirked. Shook his head. "Yeah, and you're too vapid to be asking questions like that in a city that ain't yours." The pebble he sent hurtling into the ocean skipped once, twice, three times before sinking. He turned to look at you. Sighed. Figured you were at least a little bit more interesting than pebbles. "What's your name, Honam?"

As you stand in front of a mirror, seven years since that summer, you know Jeon Jungkook will be getting all of your lasts, too.

You're smoothing down a dress; white, lace, and everything a girl dreams of.

Well, everything a girl who wants a traditional wedding with all the bells and whistles wants.

You've always considered yourself an elopement kind of girlie; last-minute charity shop dress for you, and second-hand tie for your groom, in a city worlds away from 'home'. That's what you would have liked.

But you're Honam's Princess.

This was always gonna be the way.

You'd never expected yourself to have a Gyeongsang-pa groom, but sometimes life works out in funny ways.

"It's bad luck," you say quietly as Jungkook approaches the doorway. It's a little before noon. Nuptials are at two. You've sent away your ladies in waiting, favouring these final moments alone.

"To see the bride?" he questions. He's not even started getting ready yet. Still in a pair of sweats and an old shirt that you remember from that very first summer. You wonder if he's wearing it deliberately now; if it makes him feel like he's young again.

He'd been so fresh-faced back then. His broad back hadn't yet been tarnished by a dragon, and his eyes had seen far less violence. His hands, too.

You nod. "Remember? I told you. You shouldn't see the bride on the morning of the ceremony."

Jungkook just shrugs. Pushes the door to, and walks further into the room to stand behind you. It's warm, but his presence gives you chills. It shouldn't do. Not when you know him as intimately as you do.

His fingers reach up to toy at the vintage clasp of your necklace. He asks, "Something old?"

You're silent as you study him in the mirror. He's not aged a day. Not really. Not in his eyes. The scar on his cheek looks a little deeper from his face filling out, and he wears his hair differently - he doesn't subscribe to the Gyeongsang-pa standard of short sides, long top anymore - but his eyes are just the same.

"Something old," you nod.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, and lets the very tips of his fingers trail down your spine, until they reach the fabric of your dress.

"Your Grandmothers," he says. "I remember it."

You don't hide your surprise.

"What?" he smirks, when he notices the tiny little hum of confusion you do. "Was that first summer. You left it in my car once. Was karma for you chatting shit about your sister inheriting the opal ring."

"It was too small for her fingers!" you immediately protest, still standing by the fact it would have been cherished by you - though you do have an opal ring, now.

It normally sits snug on your fourth finger, awaiting a dainty silver band to keep it company, but it's off today. Symbolic. Your wedding band is to be threaded on first, held in place by your opal forevermore.

"The necklace suits you," he offers.

Thinks it really does; a small silver chain, links twisted with a single teardrop pearl resting on your chest. It goes back generations. Is a status symbol. Losing it in Jungkook's car had left you terrified for you both, no matter who would have found it - Gyeongsang-pa goonies or Honam-Pa. Would have been fucked either way. Fraternizing with the enemy was one thing - but fucking them?

Your father would have had Jungkook's head on a butcher's block within an hour of finding out.

Funny, how things change.

He strides over to the dresser, where a white shoe box sits open. Tissue paper sprouts from the packaging, and nestled inside are a pair of heels that he thinks are befitting of you. They're white, to match your dress, with ornate silver leaves trailing up and around the heels. You'll be a good few inches taller with them on, but he'd still dwarf you if he were to stand across from you.

A little taller than he was that very first summer, Jungkook is far more confident, too. Not in a brash, false bravado kind of way, but in such a way that he's learned his worth. Knows where he is in the pecking order. Works so much harder than you ever will, and yet will never be of equal status. Not in Honam Pa, not in Gyeongsang-Pa.

He sits on the chair beside the mirror and holds a shoe in each palm. His legs are spread, smile arrogant, as he taps the shoes together.

"Something new?"

"Careful," you say, not looking at him, tweaking a little bit of your hair back. "Yes. Something new."

He raises one of shoes, and nods to where the skirt of your dress pools on the floor. "May I?"

"Shouldn't even see-"

"See the bride, yeah, yeah, I know," he says softly. "Next time I see you, you're gonna be one of us. Let me at least spend a little time with you while you're still Honam."

"You've always hated that I'm Honam," you remind him.

He doesn't deny it.

"Just let me help you get ready for your party," he says, stern but gentle. He's always been like that with you.

He calls it a party, because he refuses to call it a wedding. Wedding is too romantic. Too foreboding.

You don't want to smile. He's so abrasive at times, so frustrating. You wonder how you ended up here; eyes full of adoration as you nod. "Alright then, Prince Charming."

You lift your leg just a little bit, but Jungkook knows your body, so doesn't give it a second thought as he reaches down to leverage it up. He strokes at your ankle, the heel of your foot, the arch. Smiles to himself when you shudder a little when his fingers ghost across the tiny ticklish section.

"Don't," you smile. "I'll fall."

He just shrugs. "I'll catch you."

That's the thing about Jungkook; he always does. Trusty, dependable, reliable.

Sure, maybe occasionally he would be the one to tie your laces, but he would always catch you.

You've no laces on now. Any falling? All of your own doing.

Jungkook doesn't let the sentiment linger. Asks, "Something blue?"

You look down at him as he slides the second shoe onto your other foot, and wonder if showing him really will be pushing your luck - but hey.

He's already seen the bride.

What harm would it do if he sees a little more?

He holds on to your ankle for longer than he really should. Strokes his thumb across the top of your foot. Smiles. You press the pad of your now-heeled foot into the tiny space between his spread legs, keeping it elevated, and give him a look that grants him permission to explore.

Both of his hands stroke up your raised leg, smooth and silky, the fabric of your dress moving to reveal what's hidden beneath. He reaches your knee. Leans forward a little. Presses those lips you know so well against your skin. Keeps stroking upwards, hands spreading across your thighs before reaching a roadblock. Chiffon and lace intertwined, a baby blue garter is hooked around your leg.

Jungkook's lips trail from the top of your knee to just shy of the material that stopped him from venturing further.

"Something blue," you whisper.

He nods. Lets his nose rest against it. You've sprayed it with your perfume. He fucking loves your perfume. You've been wearing the same one since he met you, and it always gets him a little heated at times he shouldn't be.

Isn't his fault though. He thinks you conditioned him.

And yeah, maybe you had sprayed it in his car vents on more than one occasion, and maybe you had deliberately layered a pheromone-infused oil beneath it that entire first summer. Not your fault he happened to like it a little too much. Not his fault the scent always takes him back to those stolen moments with you.

Jungkook's teeth sink into the material. Draw it back. Let it ping against your skin.

"Kook," you whisper, as if your hands aren't in his hair.

His hands push further up your legs. Both of them, now. They reveal the lacey white underwear you purchased especially for the big event. It's a matching set.

"Thank God it's not a Church wedding," he husks, a sigh exhaling. His breath tantalisingly chills your now-wet folds. So inconvenient. "You'd burn the second you stepped inside."

Jungkook's lips trail further. Leave little evidence. He's learned how to do that over the years. Has left no traces of himself, well, ever.

There's hustle and bustle in the garden out of the rear window. A traditional-style wooden screen preserves your dignity; hides your Gyeongsang-pa goonie from sight.

The venue wasn't your choice. It's Gyeongsang territory, for a start. Your father had said it would be good. Would help with the treaty. Very little about your 'party' has been planned by you. Like most of your life, your father has an iron vice on proceedings.

Your underwear was the one thing you had total control over. Had even considered wearing none at all, as a bit of a 'fuck you'.

Jungkook pauses. Takes in the sight of you. Grips the flesh of your upper thighs. Curses to himself.

It feels like he's staring at your lace-covered cunt for an eternity before his lips finally press against it. Your grip in his hair tightens.

You'll need to change your underwear before you walk down the aisle. That's fine. This underwear was never intended for anything other than this, regardless.

Because while yes, the groom shouldn't see the bride ahead of the ceremony, it's not like that matters here. Jungkook was always going to see you before the wedding.

His lips are slow as he withdraws, and simply says, "Something borrowed."

The implication is heavy; heart-stopping. Cataclysmic.

"By you?" You whisper, as his deep dark eyes meet yours.

He looks so pretty in defeat. It pains you - but you both know this is the least painful outcome for you both.

Jungkook shakes his head. Let your dress gather by the floor. Smooths it over. Reclines into his chair.

"By Min fuckin' Yoongi."

Neither of you speak for a moment. Hearing his name, especially uttered from Jungkook's lips, makes your blood run cold. For so long, you've avoided the topic.

It's impossible, now.

See, it doesn't matter if Jungkook sees you before the ceremony.

He's not your groom.

Yoongi is.

He's your counterpart; the son of the Gyeongsang-pa King. A marriage born out of a sacred treaty between the gangs; the promise that together they'll obliterate Sudogwon's unruly mobs that have been making their way south in recent years.

"It's not too late," Jungkook whispers.

But it is, and you both know it. You've come too far to back out now.

Negotiations have been made. Peace treaties signed. Deals across clans finalised.

You're Honam's Princess, but one day you'll be Gyeongsang-pa's Queen.

Jungkook will only ever be a pauper chasing after the big boys.

So you'll say your vows and exchange your rings, and Jungkook won't object.

He'll sit quietly, like a good boy should, and watch you seal your fate.

Will watch Min Yoongi slide a wedding band onto your ring finger.

Will smile to himself when notices your engagement ring holding it in place a few months from now.

Will remind himself of the old tales that go hand in hand with opal engagement rings. If the legends are anything to go by, you'll be a widow within four years. He can wait that long. Has waited far longer, already.

And if, by four years, his time still hasn't come?

Kings can be overthrown. Jungkook is as Jopok as they come. He'll fight dirty.

For you?

He thinks he'll fight to the death.

"You're too good for Gyeongsang," he tells you, neck stretched, the crown of his head resting between his shoulder blades. You're scratching at his hair, looking at him.

With a smile, you shrug. "I'll still be Honam. For you, I'll be Honam."

Jungkook nods. Closes his eyes. Leans into your touch.

"My Honam girl," he says quietly, and it makes you wish that you had just run away with him that very first summer. You'd suggested it after you first thought you had lost your necklace. Thought it would be the only way to keep one another safe - until Jungkook found it between the seats.

You'd thanked the God that you don't believe in at the time. Clutched the necklace over your heart, head tipped to the heavens, all while Jungkook looked only at you. Lucky, he'd said, unaware that it was the worst possible outcome for you both.

You should've run.

Should've fuckin' run.

"Go," you whisper, knowing it's too late for any of that now. "We've got a party to attend, and you can't show up in a pair of sweats."

He likes that you don't call it a wedding, either. Nods. Also knows he can't be caught sneaking from your room. There'd be hell to pay.

Jungkook gets to his feet. Kisses your cheek. Tell you how pretty you look. Slowly walks to the door, then turns to look at you one final time. Spares you from a final remark that could make you feel even worse about the situation.

"Kook?" You call, just because you can't bear to let him leave. Not yet. It's too soon.

He hums a response. Doesn't open the door just yet. Waits for you to speak.

"I wish we never met."

Jungkook looks at his feet. Smiles. Nods.

"Me, too, babe." And then, just because he needs it to be known, "I love you."

You don't turn to face him.

"I love you, too."

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h0neypjm · 2 years

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"big tiddie anime bitches" | jjk

↳ Summary: Jungkook, bless his heart, has an obsession. An obsession with big titty anime girls and the idea of you dressed as them. His birthday is coming up, what better time to fulfil his weeb fantasies than on Jungkook's special day.

Alternatively...

You hate the idea of dressing up as those stupid "big tiddie anime bitches" but your love for Jeon Jungkook is stronger. Besides Jungkook will have his turn next.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

↳ Genre: smut, pwp, fluff, established relationship, 'maid for you' couple !

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 3.5k

↳ Warnings: disgusting amount of love and adoration between these two ew, unprotected sex, swearing, spanking, titty job, oral (both female and male), spit, reverse cowgirl, lovebites, fingering, big dick! jk, stomach bulging, creampies, crying (but the good kind), dom! jk,

↳ a/n: this is a prequel to my other fic 'maid for you' however this fic can be read on its own. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEON JUNGKOOK MY LOVE <3

“Okay, hear me out.”

“No, Jungkook, I will not hear you out.”

With an exasperated sigh, you rise from the couch and head to your bathroom, leaving a pouting Jungkook who follows you like a lost puppy.

“Don’t you think it would be so hot though,” Jungkook tries again.

You hastily clip your hair back, eyeing him through the reflection of the mirror, “maybe for you, you pervert.”

Jungkook remains nonchalant, your claim doing little to defer his desires. “Babeee,” he whines again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close so he can lean his chin onto your shoulder.

“Sorry that I don’t want to feed into your weeb fantasies,” you say, reaching for your toothbrush.

Jungkook’s silent for a while, watching as you brush your teeth before muttering a quiet, “fine,” and leaving you with a light kiss to your neck.

In all honesty, the thought of dressing up as Mai from you and Jungkook’s recent anime binge, ‘Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai,’ doesn’t disgust you. You’ll admit, her little bunny girl get up is hot, and out of all the other characters Jungkook has begged you to dress up as, the bunny girl outfit is probably one of the easiest costumes to get into because let’s be real, no matter how much Jungkook begs you will never paint yourself blue (he can find his own Widowmaker somewhere else).

As you finish up your skincare, you ponder over his request once again. His birthday is coming up soon, and ignoring the fact that there's a suspicious lump of presents stuffed in the back of your closet all for him, one more present wouldn’t hurt.

Entering your bedroom you find your boyfriend bundled up in the sheets, the glow of his phone highlighting his pretty face.

You make yourself known, your knee dipping into the mattress, making Jungkook turn over towards you, his arms welcoming you for your nightly spooning.

“You’re not mad at me right?” he whispers into your hair to which you reply with a snort, “no, why would I be?”

Jungkook sighs like he’s embarrassed, nuzzling his nose deep into your neck, you wiggle away at the ticklish feeling but his strong arms keep you in place. “Because I always ask you to dress up as those characters even though you always like to rant to me about the male gaze and how a bikini doesn’t count as armour.” He cards his fingers through your hair, his other hand rubbing small comforting circles on the skin of your waist, “I don’t want you to think i’m some crazed horndog who objectifies their girlfriend.”

You laugh, big and goofy, and if Jungkook wasn’t so caught up in his thoughts he would’ve kissed you silly.

“Baby I would never think that, you’ve proved to me many times that your love is genuine. But hey, I don't blame you, I’ve got great tits,” you declare, turning to face his sleepy eyes.

“And a great ass too,” he adds, gripping your bottom with a tight hold that makes you gasp.

“I love you,” Jungkook says, pure adoration across his face.

You wanna squish his cheeks so bad, “aww you love me?” comes your teasing reply.

Jungkook rolls his eyes before wriggling into a more comfy position, “just say it back so I can sleep.”

You give into your desire to squish his cheeks by booping his nose. It scrunches cutely and he opens one eye, “I love you too,” you finally say.

The lively music is cranked down and the attention is solely focused on Jungkook. He’s got a big smile plastered across his face, his cheeks a cute shade of pink as he raises his cup.

“I’d just like to thank you all for being here tonight, I couldn’t ask for a better birthday celebration,” Jungkook announces, eliciting a “I LOVE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK!” from none other than a plastered Park Jimin. Jungkook’s eyes crinkle when he shouts back a string of adoration before pulling you in towards him.

“I would also like to thank my beautiful girlfriend who planned this all out,” Jungkook says, those eyes of his that you love so much sparkling just for you.

A round of “awws” makes its way to the two of you and you shyly hide your blush into Jungkook’s chest. He gently kisses the top of your head, the flicker of his birthday candle flames creating an angelic aura around you.

When the chorus of singing finally dies down and Jungkook bends down to blow out his candle and make a wish, he wishes for a forever happiness with you.

As you approach Jungkook with the last handful of empty beer cans, you dump them into the large trash bag and wrap your arms around his backside.

“Hey,” you whisper, gripping his shirt to grab his attention.

“What is it baby,” Jungkook replies mindlessly, scrubbing a stubborn stain out of a plate.

A mischievous grin paints your visage as you tell him, “I have one more present for you.”

Placing the clean plate onto the drying rack, Jungkook cranes his next to look at you, “what! baby you’ve done so much for me already.”

Your smile only grows wider as you gauge Jungkook’s reaction to your words, “I know, but I wanted to fulfil one of your wishes.”

Jungkook pauses, his head tilting slightly as he tries to remember what you’re talking about. “What do you mean wish? What wish are we talking about here?”

You release your grip on him to lean against the counter top, eyeing him closely, “you know… the thing you wanted me to do the other week?”

He shakes his head, looking at you as if it would help him remember before giving up, “I’m lost.”

Pushing yourself off of the counter you roll your eyes, “ugh just meet me in the bedroom when you're done,” you say as you sashay out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

There’s a long second that passes, the water from the tap suddenly getting hot before Jungkook breathes in with a mumbled, “oh, oh.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook’s eyes light up with the realisation that he was gonna get lucky tonight. He rushes to the bedroom, almost breaking a glass cup on the way. He expects you to be on the bed laid out for him, but you’re not.

There’s a sliver of yellow light that spills from under the bathroom door and a quiet “shit” that leaves your lips. Jungkook hears a snap, like a rubber band against skin, a small whimper comes from your mouth and Jungkook worriedly knocks on the door.

“What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”

When you bought the damn costume you didn’t read the reviews. You completely missed the part where numerous people recommended buying a size up. Now you’re suffering those consequences and you finally shimmy the body suit on.

“Get on the bed and wait,” you try to say as sweetly as you can, but there's a twinge of struggle that comes making Jungkook lean his ear suspiciously against the door.

“Alright, I’ll wait, but I should remind you that It’s my birthday and you shouldn’t keep the birthday boy waiting.”

You hear the shuffle of bedsheets, Jungkook probably listening to you and lying down on the bed. You stare at yourself in the mirror, both shocked and surprised at how good you look despite the fact that your tits bulge out like you’ve squeezed yourself into those corsets from the 19th century. Not to mention that the body suit is so tight that if you took a deep breath it kind of hurt, but you’ve already made it this far, and you have an excited birthday boy on the other side of the door so with small inhale that doesn’t cause your lungs to hate you, you open the bathroom door.

“Can I open my eyes now,” Jungkook asks excitedly, his tattooed hands covering the entirety of his face.

You’re standing like a stiff soldier, unsure of how to present yourself, “uh, no, don’t look yet.”

Should you pose? How should you stand? Maybe lean against the doorframe? No that’s stupid…

“Oh, fuck”

In the midst of deciding if you should pose like a bunny girl, or get onto the bed, Jungkook had lost his patience and opened his eyes.

“Jungkook! I told you to shut your eyes.”

Jungkook remains frozen, his eyes big as he drinks up your curves. He doesn’t know where to look. Your hips are rounded to perfection, thick thighs on display, your boobs practically one jump away from popping out, the cute bunny ears standing tall that surprisingly suit your features.

“Shit, is it bad that i’m already hard, fucking hell.”

Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s proud because he finally convinced you to dress up for him or proud at the fact that you’re all his. His dick however, agrees to both.

“Men,” you scoff sarcastically as you crawl towards Jungkook whose head lays against the headboard, his taut thighs spread as if to welcome you.

You find comfort between his thighs kneeling before him and holding his chin in your hand. “Happy birthday, Jungkook,” you say, seduction dropping from your lips.

He smirks back, eyes dropping down to your glossy lips, “mmm, happy birthday to me indeed.”

It’s messy, both your lips getting sticky with a mixture of your lip gloss and saliva, but you love it. Jungkook opens his mouth, you follow his rhythm, your tongue poking out to intertwine with his.

You moan into his mouth when his hands find purchase on your ass. His big hands squeeze both cheeks before slapping them, a loud smack echoing around the room. His action pushes you closer to him, your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Jungkook’s hands continue to wander before he giggles softly at the discovery of the cute fuzzy tail attached to your bottom.

“Cute,” he utters into your neck, licking your collarbones and sucking your sweet skin.

“What?” you pant, leaning your head back to offer more skin to Jungkook, to which he happily leaves a trail of love bites that slowly bloom along your neckline.

He pokes your butt, “you have a little tail.”

You wiggle your hips, the tail brushing along Jungkook’s hand. You move away from him and run your nails down his thighs, “whatever, get your shirt off and your dick out.”

A lopsided smile erupts on his face, “ohh bunny girl is feisty tonight.” Though, he obeys your command, pulling his shirt over his head in that weird but attractive way that boys do, and unbuckles the belt of his jeans.

Jungkook is indeed very hard, his cock slapping against his abdomen the second it's released from the denim.

You spit into your hand, gripping his cock immediately, drawing out a shocked groan from your boyfriend.

You take care of him with love, your grip tight, making sure to fist his red tip before bringing it back down the length of his shaft.

Once his cock is nice and prepped, shiny from your saliva, you wrap your lips around the head, sucking softly before fluttering your lashes up at him.

His lids are half open, to keep his gaze on you while revelling in the bliss of your heavenly mouth. “Fuck baby, love your mouth,” he groans, bringing his fingers to brush away the strands that fall into your eyes.

You continue your actions, bobbing your head up and down as you watch your boyfriend crumble from pleasure. Suddenly, an idea pops into your brain. Releasing his length from your mouth, you begin to pull off the tight clear straps from your shoulders.

Your tits pop out provocatively, bouncing slightly as they’re released from the confinements of the tight bodysuit.

Jungkook stares, mouth wide open, “wh-what are you doing.”

You’re still continuing to jerk him off, and Jungkook swears he’s about to bust a nut when you ask, “do you wanna fuck my tits?”

He sits up at that, startling you, “are you kidding? Fuck yeah I do.”

You laugh at his cute reaction and flick your hair so it falls off your shoulder, you gotta make sure the girls are all clear for your man after all.

Jungkook holds the base of his cock and you use your hands to press your tits together. He slides in with ease, a hiss and a small “shit” falling from his lips.

You keep your gaze on him, he always likes when you look at him during intimate times like this. You continue your stare, eyes hazy and you let drool dribble out of your mouth, letting it run

down your cleavage and onto his tip. His dick twitches in response and you hide your smile by biting your lip.

Holding your tits together you bounce them up and down, you stick your tongue out teasingly, letting it connect to his tip every time his cock peeps through your cleavage.

“Does it feel good baby?” you ask, helping Jungkook speed up the rhythm of his thrusts. “Mmm God, feels so good baby,” he whines and you swear a flood breaks out in your panties.

You love to please him, his eyes fluttering shut, until he takes his cock out of your hold. “Come here love, I'm gonna cum if you keep going. It's my turn now.”

You pout at the loss of his warmth, “babe it's your birthday, today is all about you. Let me take care of you.”

Jungkook gets up, pulling his jeans fully off his body, leaving his stark naked in front of you. You shamelessly ogle his body, he’s just so fine!

“There’s a flaw in your logic there babe. Today is all about me, therefore I get to decide what I want to do. And what I want to do is eat you out.”

“Alright birthday boy,” you grin, switching places with Jungkook. Before you lay down you start to remove your bodysuit, that’s until Jungkook lets out a choked, “no! Keep it on.”

You pause, head cocking to the side, “but how are you gonna-”

“Shh, don’t even worry about it, leave all the work to me babe.”

And work he does as he gets right into pleasuring you.

Jungkook starts by teasing you slowly, kissing your heat over the thin material. “Shit baby, you’ve soaked your costume,” he jibes, hooking his thumbs under the elastic to reveal your dripping slit.

You feel his hot breath as it hits your pussy making you involuntarily clench at what’s to come. “Fuck, baby you’ve got the prettiest pussy in the world.”

You cross your arms over your face embarrassed, “Jungkook, please.”

Jungkook listens, flattening his tongue against you, tasting you.

You inhale sharply as Jungkook pulls the costume back more and you fist the sheets when he finally dives in.

“Oh, God! Jungkook!” you moan, basking in the electric pleasure that shoots through you as Jungkook sucks and tongues at your clit like a man starved.

With his free hand, he pops two fingers in his mouth, watching your flushed expression with dark eyes. You feel his fingers at the entrance of your hole, teasing you as his tongue continues to draw pictures on your swollen nub.

Your thighs clench around Jungkook’s head when he slips two of his fingers inside of you. “Ah! Feels so good, baby.”

He says nothing, his reply coming through the wet sounds of his mouth and fingers.

Jungkook is skilled, used to all the signs and crevices of your body, so when your hips begin to lift, and your toes begin to clench, Jungkook keeps at his pace.

His mouth opens and closes around your heat, his fingers curling inside as you explode, your orgasm completely swallowing you.

You throw your head back into the pillows, a whine bubbling out of your mouth. Once your hips settle back down, Jungkook knows the high is over, releasing his mouth and fingers off of you.

Your costume snaps back into place and you sigh, Jungkook crawling on top of you, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He always gets so cocky after making you cum.

He kisses you again and you melt, tasting yourself on his tongue.

His hands find your waist and you squeal into his neck as he swiftly flips you on top of him. You brush away the hair that had fallen into your face from the abrupt movement, “your strength continues to amaze me,” you giggle, smiling down sweetly at Jungkook.

You kiss him again because you simply can’t get enough of him, he slaps your ass grabbing your attention. “I want you to turn around.”

You almost frown, “but I want you to look at me when I ride you.”

He runs a ringer down your arm before squeezing your boob in his palm, “you will baby just turn around for me first.”

You comply anyway, turning your body away from him, “you just wanna watch my bunny tail bounce don’t you,” you accuse. Jungkook laughs, “maybe.”

You don’t allow another second to be wasted, sitting up on your knees to move the sticky costume to the side. With your other hand you reach down and hold the base of Jungkook’s cock, positioning it at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him.

You both groan at the sensation of your warmth enveloping his length, your voices harmonising together in pleasure. You swivel your hips in small circles, getting comfortable with his huge size.

Jungkook places both hands on your hips, and you take that as a sign to show him how well you can ride it.

You begin with a light bounce, letting go of the bunny girl costume material as his cock holds it out of the way. You lean your hands on his thighs gaining a steady rhythm humming at the euphoria that spreads through your body.

Jungkook will admit, the sight of your bunny tailed ass paired with the ears that sit atop of your cute head is a sight that makes him release a deep groan.

His hands tighten on your skin and he thrusts up, his body spinning in pleasure, “baby you’re so hot, so tight, fuck.”

You try your best to maintain the speed, loud wet smacks ricocheting around the walls of your room. However, the burn in your tired thighs takes over, and Jungkook notices the way you start to slow down, and he’s not having it.

Jungkook takes the reins and thrusts his hips at a rapid speed that has you screaming his name. As Jungkook increases his speed, he grabs both of your arms, using them to help him piston into you at a faster speed.

“Ah! Oh fuck Jungkook” is all you can say, the pleasure vibrating all over your skin. A mix of both your essences melds together and drips down your thighs, you sigh and fall back against his chest. You can finally see Jungkook, and god, he’s so pretty.

Jungkook continues to thrust into you, his breath staggered and rough as it rushes against your ear. Your tits bounce ferociously like those hentai videos you’ve caught him watching, and as you expected, he grabs one in his hand rubbing a finger over your nipple and squeezing the other.

You pant in his neck, leaving small kisses on his hot skin to which he turns his head to offer you his lips.

Jungkook’s hand releases your tit to find your clit, rubbing fast circles that push you further to your release.

Your mouth falls open, unable to speak. Jungkook is focused on the way your bodies meet, his eyes wide when he notices something.

“Holy shit, look at that love, my dick so big you can see it through your stomach.”

You raise your head, eyes almost crossing at the sight of the bulge that pokes through your stomach every time Jungkook sends a hard thrust into you.

You can’t take it anymore, “Jungkook! Baby I’m gonna cum,” you feel your eyes starting to water at the impending explosion of your orgasm.

You know Jungkook is close, his teeth wrapped around his bottom lip, “yeah, hold it baby I’m almost there, fuck I love you.”

You could almost cry. “I love you so much too Koo.”

With one final thrust you both cum together.

Jungkook holds you tightly, his dick snug inside of your walls as he starts to soften.

No words are spoken, just the sound of deep breaths and shuddered sighs. It’s heavenly.

Jungkook gently exits your heat, his cum slowly dripping out onto your thighs and onto your bed sheets.

“Just letting you know, it’s gonna be your turn next,” you mumble tiredly, stretching your arms before wrapping them around Jungkook’s head as he continues to catch his breath.

He only scoffs in return, turning his head towards you to plant a sweet kiss against your forehead, “as if.”

Oh, you're so getting back at him.

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i wanna see the sun rise (on your sins, just me and you)

Warnings: Uhhh. Not much. Just some v v light angst, and mentions of hospitalization and stuff, also inaccuracies because i'm not a doctor (no matter how much my parents want me to be lmao)

Pairings: Bangtan Boys | BTS Ensemble/Reader, Kim Seokjin | Jin/Reader, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Reader, Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader, Jeon Jungkook/Reader, Jackson Wang/Reader

Plot: Regrets don't always come in the end, and they're hell-bent in making it right this time

Genre: light angst

'Cause I wanna touch you baby

And I wanna feel you too

I wanna see the sun rise

On your sins just me and you

Light it up, on the run

Let's make love tonight

Make it up, fall in love, try

Baby, I am right here

mixtape: all i have left to give - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ending 1

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK hi hello i have nothing else to say except my world is falling apart and me writing is saving me a little see you again in a few months!

🌇

"How is she?"

Seokjin is tempted not to answer the question directed at him. So much has happened today, and his nerves are shot from everything that had transpired. If only he listened to his common sense, if only he fought for you. If only, if only.

"Hyung—"

He pulls his wrist away from Hoseok's grasp, ignoring the hurt painted in the younger's eyes when he does so.

"Why don't you go see her and find out for yourself?"

"I don't think—"

"Don't think what, Hoseok? That she's worth fighting for? That this shit's been dragging for too long and that maybe, just maybe, she deserves better than what we're doing to her."

Hoseok hangs his head in shame.

"I stand by what I said. This is no time to be neutral about it. You and Jimin, what did she ever do to the two of you to let the others get their way?"

Seokjin sighs heavily.

"She never asked anything from us, she did things for us that we didn't even know about without shoving it in our faces. She never even asked us to love her, but we do. I do, Hoseok. I love her, no matter how much you all beg me not to."

Seokjin tilts Hoseok's face tenderly.

"I do love her, Hobi. Don't you, too?"

Hoseok knows to himself that he does.

Seokjin is wrong. Hoseok's never really been neutral at all. Stoic about it, yes; he didn't want to break apart the group, after all. But in his heart, he slowly but surely fell in love with you. There's nothing neutral about it, he just learned how to be quiet about it.

In the times he sees you (without you seeing him), he sees your kindness shine. In your industry and this cutthroat world, you never let those old money sons of bitches trample on you, but he has yet to see you be as callous and evil even towards those who deserve it.

He remembers seeing you almost cry in indignance when a project went wrong and threatened employment displacement for those who are not at fault, even when they're not your employees. He had been watching and listening in secret from afar, but he could see how you wanted to burn your office to the ground when you knew that taking an important and needed step would mean that hundreds of families might potentially lose stable income.

He had seen you go undercover in the middle of the night so you could almost buy out an entire convenience store, just so you could feed the homeless one cold night.

He had seen you adopt your (now nth) cat Nori because you had seen it lost and without its mother on the sidewalk.

He had seen you love them from afar and mask it when they're around, even when it hurts him to watch too because that's all he can do when his hands are tied and he's had to keep it to himself or risk hurting their group.

He's seen you love them unconditionally, but not beg an ounce of it back because that's how love should be.

He loves you for your kindness, and everything in between.

"It's okay to love her too," Seokjin says in his silence. "It's the right thing to do, Hobi. We don't have to get scared anymore, not when she would go to lengths to give us what she thinks we want.

"But I don't want that." Seokjin drops his hand, sniffing lightly. "I don't want to lose her, not before I can even love her properly. I never wanted that."

"I don't want that, too, but the others—"

"Will come around eventually on their own. It's not our responsibility to do it for them." Seokjin says.

"And if they don't?" Hoseok asks, eyes wide with questions.

Seokjin sighs. "Then we can do nothing for them. It'll be a regret they will have to carry for the rest of their lives."

---

Talking to Jimin went a whole lot easier than expected. He was neutral about the whole thing, but it didn't take long for Seokjin and Hoseok to convince him.

"Hey," Seokjin says in lieu of greeting as Jimin sits on the balcony of his suite. "Can we talk?"

"If this is about what I think it is, I'd rather—"

"Please, Chim." Hoseok is the one who speaks this time. "Hear us out first."

"But the group, hyung." Jimin shakes his head. "I can't risk losing anyone of you."

"On what, the expense of someone else's life? She nearly died, Jimin." He ignores the gasps from both Jimin and Hoseok's lips. "She nearly died."

"What?" Hoseok speaks again. "You never told me this."

Seokjin sighs, his eyes shutting in pain as his mind flashes back to your prone figure lying on the hospital bed. "Yeah," he croaks. "She had to undergo surgery due to some heart damage, and she's in a coma right now."

"Coma?!" Hoseok and Jimin shout in unison. "What do you mean 'coma'?" Jimin stutters.

"She has to recover, so they put her there to help her heal..." Seokjin trails off.

When Seokjin doesn't continue, Hoseok asks, "But?"

"She's still in critical condition. They're not sure if she'll wake up."

"When she'll wake up," Hoseok tries to correct, but Seokjin shakes his head.

"If, Hobi. She had been so sick that she nearly died."

Silence befalls the three of them.

"How's Jungkook?" Jimin eventually asks, to which Seokjin shakes his head gloomily.

"He didn't take it too well. He got into a fight with Jackson."

"That asshole, again?!" Jimin bursts out but Seokjin stops him.

"As much as it pains me to say this, he has more rights to be there than we frankly do. Maybe legally as much, too."

"What?" Hoseok asks. "What do you mean by that?"

"I can't go into technicalities right now. My brain's too fried." Seokjin rubs his aching temples. "But when we left her, Jackson was there for her. She trusts him with everything, and I can't blame her."

"So we can't go see her?" Hoseok whimpers.

"We can." The other two sigh in relief. "But we can't touch her."

"Fuck that, I don't care if I have to put my fist against Jackson's fa—"

"It's not that." Seokjin shakes his head for the nth time that night. "We'll burn her skin. It's a side effect of her treatment."

Jimin can't even describe the emptiness he's feeling right now. When it comes to you, he has always chosen not to get too involved, not when he thinks it can tear their group apart. He doesn't want that, so better be safe than sorry.

Right now, however, he thinks that what was supposed to be safe turned out to be the biggest sorry.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispers. "It wouldn't be like this had I not been detached from this."

Hoseok shakes his head. "We're all at fault here, remember? We all agreed to this, so there's no sense taking that burden by yourself." But even he feels the same way, the regret heavy in his gut.

"So what do we do now?" They both turn to Seokjin. "We're not banned from seeing her, are we?" Hoseok asks.

"No," Seokjin says firmly. "It would take more than that to ban us by law. We're still her soulmates, after all."

"Can we go visit her?" Jimin asks.

"Not right now, Chim." Seokjin smiles sadly. "We all had a long day, and we still have a lot of things to talk about, so I suggest we take some rest. Okay?"

Hoseok and Jimin look ready to disagree, but both sigh in defeat. Unbeknownst to them, Taehyung is listening in to the whole conversation. When he hears the suggestion to take some rest, he quickly but silently exits out of the room.

---

They all slept fitfully that night. Every time Seokjin tries to close his eyes, all he sees is your figure lying helplessly on your hospital bed. When his body eventually gives in to exhaustion, he dreams of losing you over and over again.

It was horrendous.

He wakes up to a weight on his chest, figuratively and literally.

Jungkook has his arm slung over Seokjin's waist, head tucked between his shoulder and neck. He's sniffling, clearly crying.

"Come 'ere." Seokjin wraps his arm around Jungkook's shoulder. "It's gonna be okay."

"We don't know that," Jungkook sniffs.

"It will be." Seokjin squeezes his arm gently. "We're not yet done making it up to her, so it will be. We haven't even started yet, so we can't lose hope. Not right now, not when she needs us."

"I just want her to be okay," Jungkook sobs.

"And I do, too. But all we can do right now is fight for her." He kisses Jungkook's hair, petting it gently to calm him down. "We can't afford to lose hope if we need to fight for her. Okay?"

Jungkook nods.

"We can visit her again soon. You and me, and Jimin and Hobi."

Jungkook pulls away slightly. "They will?"

Seokjin nods, and Jungkook puts his head back on his chest. "I talked to them last night. It was pretty easy to convince them."

If only it is easy to convince all of them, the thought hangs heavy in the air.

"Hyung?" Jungkook asks after a while. Seokjin just hums. "Do you ever think of what could have been if we didn't turn her away?"

"All the time," Seokjin admits. "I try not to because it's painful, but I always do.

"She's not hard to love." Seokjin swallows the pain in his throat, willing himself not to cry. "She's lovely and kind, and she never once asked us to love her back. That's what stands out the most for me because that love is unconditional."

A tear finally falls from his eye.

"I cannot imagine what pain she went through at all, and I still can't bring myself to because if I do, it'll be the end for me." He shakes his head. "She nearly died because of love—it was supposed to be the other way around. It was supposed to breathe life into you."

"Hyung..." Jungkook whimpers.

"I'm sorry," Seokjin says as he wipes the tears from his eyes. He doesn't know if he's saying sorry for crying, or for the things he failed to do for you.

"I feel like I don't deserve to cry because I failed her."

"That's not true, hyung. You didn't fail her. We'll still fight for her, won't we? That's not failing her."

Seokjin doesn't answer.

"I love you, hyung."

He hugs Jungkook tighter. "I love you too, Kook-ah."

---

The first thing that Seokjin does in the morning is to call Sejin, which was apparently expected of him because Sejin didn't even bat an eyelash, just agreed to come over and talk.

"Hear me out first, please," Seokjin says first thing when he arrives.

Sejin stares him down before sighing in defeat. "I already know where this is heading, Seokjin. I've seen you grow up and I know you better than yourselves sometimes."

"I know, Sejin-nim. But I can't, for the life of me, not try to make things right."

Sejin shakes his head. "You've fucked around, and all of you found out. This is what this is. I can't undo this for you this time."

"I'm not asking you to undo it, Sejin-nim. I'm just asking for your help. We just want to see her as much as we can."

Sejin's expression is pinched.

"She specifically asked not to let you interact with her unless it's for work. My hands are tied."

Seokjin shakes his head, desperation bleeding from his tired eyes. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her. We'll be out of there before she even wakes up."

"I—"

"Please, Sejin-nim. She doesn't even need to know."

Sejin takes a moment to respond. He takes a look at the kid he helped raise, at the tired slope of his shoulders and the despair in his eyes.

"Okay." However, before Seokjin can even react, Sejin raises his hand, "But, I have to warn you not to do stupid shit like picking fights with Jackson, as tempting as that sounds. His camp warned us last night."

"We're her soulmates," Seokjin says.

"But Jackson is made next of kin, and he can have you hauled out of the room if he wants to. He just chooses not to for [Name]. So please, be the sensible one."

Seokjin sighs in relief and nods. "Thank you, Sejin-nim."

"Are you taking Jungkook with you?" Sejin asks.

"And Hoseok and Jimin," Seokjin lists. "I'll have them behave, I promise."

Sejin's eyebrows raise at that. "You talked to them?"

Seokjin nods. "Last night. It was pretty easy considering they're both neutral about everything."

"How about the others?"

A shake of the head. "I haven't talked to them," Seokjin says softly. "I can't face them just yet."

Sejin just looks at him and nods. "I understand."

"Can you please ensure that Jackson's not there every time we visit her?"

Sejin nods. "That's easy, but I can't promise that every time. Jackson can only stay or visit for a few days because of his world tour. He's also gearing up for his new album, I think. I'll have to check that out."

Seokjin only nods. He'll take what he can have with you, and he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I also need to talk to her soul therapist," Seokjin says. "I have to know if there is something we can do to help her heal faster."

Sejin narrows his eyes.

"Is that really all, Seokjin?" When Seokjin opens his mouth to refute him, Sejin shakes his head at him. "I just said I know you better than yourself sometimes. This is one of those times."

Fuck.

How can he tell Sejin that he wants to be able to love you wholly and alive without the therapy present? He knows he can't do it with you undergoing the soul-scraping therapy, so he can only think of one way to do it.

"I... I want to know if there is any way her therapy treatments can be stopped." Seokjin swallows. "I can't let her suffer any longer than she already had. I want it to stop."

Sejin tsks. "You do realize that it can't be stopped like that, can it? It cannot be reversed like that. She's under research, for heaven's sake!"

"We don't know that!" Seokjin exclaims. "Maybe it can be stopped, and she can heal slowly. Treatments are being stopped when not working all the time!"

"It is working, and it is not your decision to make, Seokjin!" Sejin's temper flares. "It's not your call to make, not your decision or say, and not your signature on the damn dotted line. Regardless if you're her soulmate, I won't let you do that to her because that's breaking her trust."

"Letting her die is breaking her trust?!"

"Think twice before you say anything further if I were you, Seokjin." Sejin shakes his head in disbelief. "Who put her there in the first place, me? I was merely a messenger."

And he's right, isn't he? It's not Sejin's fault after all. Sejin puts his hands on Seokjin's shoulders gently.

"I understand and want your happiness too, Seokjin. But it's not our call to make." Sejin pauses. "What if this is what she's happy with? Would you take this from her just to make yourself happy?"

"B—but she's dying!" Seokjin sputters. "I don't care about my happiness at this point. I'd rather she hate me alive than see her die."

"It'll be up to the doctors to do their job, and we have to trust them, okay? She'll be okay. She's a fighter, she'd get through this alive."

Seokjin can only nod in defeat.

"I can set up an appointment with Dr. Im, but that's all I can do. I doubt he'll let you stop the treatments, and that's all we can do at this point."

"Okay, Sejin-nim." Seokjin smiles weakly at him. "Thank you."

"Now go get some more rest. God knows you need it."

---

"Jackson's going to be there, so please no picking fights." When none of the four men in the car answers, Sejin continues. "I'm looking at you, Jungkook."

"Yes, Sejin-nim."

"For her sake, let's keep it civil. I've talked to his camp, and they promised to keep him in check, but regardless if he picks a fight, don't be baited."

"Yes, Sejin-nim," they all repeat.

It had been a week since they last saw you. They've been trying to visit more frequently, but they still have appearances and commitments they need to fulfill. It's hard, playing pretend like everything is fine, especially with the other three, but they have no choice or everything will fall apart.

Sejin had been giving the same pep talk every time their visit overlapped with Jackson's. No matter how it grates them, what with Jackson's side comments, they have to endure it. Anything just to see you.

The first visit almost didn't go well. Jackson had been there and it had been bearable, yes, but Hoseok and Jimin didn't expect what they would find when they arrived.

Their reactions were similar if not the same as how Jungkook and Seokjin reacted the first time they saw you. They did this to you, how can they possibly make it up to you in this state?

"Now you know what you did," Jackson says, "you can leave her alone and never come back."

But the boys are anything but weak-willed.

They had been visiting as much as they could, much to Jackson's anger. Not that he can do anything about it. Being next of kin can only give him so much power over them being your soulmates.

"Here again?" Jackson sneers once they reach your room. "You're not needed here, and you're not welcome here either, so why don't you all just leave?"

Seokjin's jaw ticks but he says nothing, just sits on the comfy sofa of your presidential suite. Hoseok silently replaces the flowers in the vase with the ones he brought just for you. Sunflowers, he knows you like them and it suits you just as well.

"Jackson," his manager says. "You're needed for the shoot in an hour. We need to go."

Jackson huffs in annoyance and the four men can barely keep their glee off their faces.

"Fine. But we'll be back later, yes?"

His manager nods tiredly, apparently desperate to hurry him out of there.

Jackson stands by your bedside and caresses your hair softly before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead with a tender smile on his face. "I'll be back later, okay? Wait for me." You didn't respond, the machines around you beeping in your silence.

It takes all of Jungkook not to punch him in the face for the blatant display of affection, knowing the other men present can't do it with you.

Jackson leaves but not before sparing you a longing glance.

"I want to punch him in the face," Jungkook says once Jackson left. "I won't, but I want to."

"Please don't," Seokjin says tiredly. "Sejin-nim made us promise."

"And besides, his world tour will start in a few days, Kook-ah." Hoseok says, trying to cheer the youngest. "Just a few days, okay? You won't have to see his face for months after that."

Jungkook just smiles weakly, happy at the prospect of seeing you freely without that asshole hanging around like a pest.

It's then that Doctor Choi comes in.

"Ah, gentlemen. You're here again," he smiles at them. It will never stop stinging, the way the doctor always seems surprised seeing them every time they visit you. It's not for no reason, they know, but it will always hurt nonetheless. They all give their greetings and give way for the doctor to make his examination, Jimin giving out their gloves. Once Doctor Choi is done, he turns to face them.

"I would normally ask where the Next of Kin is but seeing as he's not present and you're her soulmates, it should be fine."

"Why, Doctor-nim? Is anything wrong with [Name]?" Jungkook asks anxiously.

The doctor smiles at them and shakes his head. "Not at all. In fact, I have some good news."

They all perk up at that.

"Miss [Last Name] has been responding well to the treatments so far, so we've decided to take her out of her coma."

Relief floods through the four other men in the room.

"Really?" Seokjin asks hopefully. "So she'll wake up soon?"

"Hopefully, yes. She should start waking up soon once we administer the drug to wake her up."

"Thank you so much, Doctor-nim." Hoseok smiles widely for the first time in what feels like ages.

"Mr. Kim, I believe you have an appointment with Doctor Im, yes?" Doctor Choi asks Seokjin.

"Yes, Doctor-nim. Is he in?"

"Yes, he is. He asked to let you know that he'll be speaking with you later."

"Thank you, Doctor-nim."

When Doctor Choi leaves, all three men turn to Seokjin.

"What was that about, hyung?" Jimin asks.

"Nothing you guys should worry about." When they stare at him skeptically, he sighs. "Seriously, it's nothing you should be worried about. I just want to ask some questions about [Name]'s treatments."

The other three thankfully decide to let it go.

They all fuss over you as much as they are allowed to but Jungkook is notably silent.

"Hey," Hoseok says quietly to Jungkook. "You alright?"

Jungkook smiles weakly. "Yeah."

Hoseok shakes his head. "You don't need to lie to hyung."

Jungkook looks at him and bites his lower lip. "It's just that once [Name] wakes up, we might not see her as much as we want to."

Hoseok falls silent at that. He honestly hadn't thought of it that way. Seokjin, having caught their conversation, shakes his head.

"No," he says firmly. "Don't think of it that way because we will find a way."

"But—"

"No 'buts'," Seokjin shakes his head. "We can't give up just yet, no matter what."

Seokjin's right, they can't give up just yet. If every setback will deter them, they will get nowhere in making it up to you.

Their silence is broken when Seokjin is called by Sejin for his appointment with Doctor Im. When he leaves, Jungkook asks the one question plaguing their mind.

"What do you think it is for?"

Jimin shrugs, completely at a loss himself. He had been noticing Seokjin being out of sorts these past few days, but he chalked it up to him worrying over [Name]'s health, as well as the group's well-being.

"I can't see any other reason other than him checking up on [Name]'s condition. It's not like he'll be signing up for the soul-scraping therapy himself, I know he won't." Hoseok says seriously. "We'll just have to trust him when he said it's nothing to worry about."

In a way, they are correct. As Seokjin sits across from Doctor Im in his office, he can't help but feel like he's betraying all of the trust given to him by the people he loves. You, and the rest of the group.

"So Mr. Kim," Doctor Im starts, "I heard from you Manager that you wish to speak to me about Miss [Last Name]. Is that correct?"

Seokjin fidgets in his seat. "Yes, Doctor Im."

Doctor Im levels him with a look, not dissimilar to Manager Sejin on that morning.

"I think I know where this is going, Mr. Kim. Is this about her therapy?"

Seokjin can only nod, feeling like a deer in the headlights. The Doctor sighs.

"If my guess is correct, you would want her to be pulled out, which I unfortunately cannot do. For one, she's in the middle of a worldwide research. And even if she's not, only she can consent to stop the treatments. Otherwise, it will be a breach of patient-doctor confidentiality."

"But will it be a breach if I'm acting on behalf of her as her soulmate?"

Doctor Im, instead of getting angry as he expected, only smiles.

"Unfortunately so, still. Part of the contract for soul-scraping patients states that unless they explicitly step down from the research, nobody can do it on their behalf.

Seokjin's heart drops to his stomach. Doctor Im just smiles softly.

"If you don't mind me overstepping, there was a bond rejection early on between you and Miss [Last Name], isn't there?"

Seokjin nods forlornly. "On our part, regretfully, yes."

"I see." Doctor Im hums. "That's interesting."

Seokjin says nothing.

"I'm afraid I cannot help you with this, Mr. Kim. Unless Miss [Last Name] steps down from the research, we are to continue with her in it. I hope you understand."

"But will it not be dangerous, especially after what happened to her?" Seokjin pauses. "I really don't know how to say this without being disrespectful because I know you're just doing your job, but maybe she can be made aware of what can happen if she continues with the therapy."

Again, instead of getting angry, Doctor Im just chuckles. Seokjin just looks at him like he's grown two heads.

"My apologies," Doctor Im waves him off. "It's just really interesting considering your history with her."

"I had no choice," Seokjin defends himself. "I sadly had no choice, and I didn't know what to do."

"Forgive me for being frank, but you always have a choice. But I do understand now where you're coming from.

"From a professional point of view, you'll be hindering my research and I would have to say no," Doctor Im pauses. "But I've seen enough cases like yours that end in regret and pain more than the freedom the patients thought they'd be getting. And Miss [Last Name], she's so young, way too young to be in this situation."

A terse pause.

"I cannot promise anything, Mr. Kim. I can only tell her what can happen if she wishes to continue with the treatments, but nothing else. Everything else is up to her."

And that is enough for Seokjin. He just hopes you'll stop altogether.

"Thank you, Doctor-nim."

Doctor Im nods with a gentle smile. "I'm aware Doctor Choi spoke to you earlier and told you that we'll administer the drug to wake Miss [Last Name] sometime this week, am I correct?"

"Yes."

"The effects might take some time to manifest, so don't be disappointed if she doesn't wake up right away. Okay?"

"Okay, Doctor-nim."

Seokjin rises from his seat just as Doctor Im rises from his as well.

"Thank you for taking the time to see me, Doctor Im."

Doctor Im nods kindly.

"No matter what happens, you will always have a choice. That's what I always tell my patients."

"Yes, Doctor-nim."

---

It has been three days since, and they're taking you out of your coma. The boys know you will not wake up right away, but they can't help but feel disappointed when you don't wake up once the drug has been administered.

"What matters right now is she'll be okay," Hoseok says. "She'll be okay."

"Yeah," Seokjin can only hope you'll change your mind about the treatments once you wake up. "She'll be okay."

---

Heavy.

Your body feels heavy the moment you wake up.

You try to speak, but the tubes in your throat prevent you from doing so. You try to lift your arms, but it feels like they're made of lead.

"She's awake! Hyung, she's awake!"

You can't decipher the rest of the words being spoken as you succumb back to the darkness, unaware of the chaos around you.

---

The second time you wake, your body feels a little lighter than before.

There's a mop of curls on your bed and a gloved hand wrapped around yours, the figure appearing to have fallen asleep.

Your eyes are bleary, and you can't see who it is.

"J...Jackson?"

You squeeze the hand around yours and they slowly rouse.

"Jackson...?"

The figure finally wakes.

"You're awake," the deep-voiced figure says. Had you not been drugged and still hazy, you would have noticed the awe in their voice and the emotions being spoken in those two words.

And that the figure is definitely not Jackson.

"You're here." You smile placidly. "You're here."

The figure nods, face obscured by the darkness of the room. Only the light of the lamp by the corner illuminates the otherwise dark room.

"I'm here."

"Not dead?" you ask.

The figure shakes their head.

"No. Thankfully not."

You nod, the last vestiges of your consciousness slowly slipping.

"Don't... don't leave."

Silence.

"Don't leave, m'kay?"

The figure nods again.

"I won't this time."

Satisfied, you fall back to sleep.

----

*cardi b's voice* wha' is that?????

#soul bonds #bts soulmate au #soulmate rejection #idek what i'm doing okay i'm so sorry #polyamorous bts #they're idiots your honor #mixtape: all i have left to give #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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j-aebumss · 11 months

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Dating Jungkook [7] || Jeon Jungkook

Author → J-aebumss

Pairing → Shin Won & Jungkook

Rating → PG-13

Word count → 492

Summary → “It’s You, and it’s always been you.”

~Shin Won’s POV~

I slowly opened my eyes, and all of a sudden, I felt these unbearable pains attacking me all at once. I groaned in pain as I attempted to sit up. I noticed Jungkook was holding my hand like a precious crystal while he was sleeping. I tenderly stroked his hair. I’m sorry for making you worry about me. Jungkook slowly got up.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” Jungkook threw a bunch of questions at me.

I chuckled a bit, “Yea, I’m fine, but I felt pain when I tried to sit up. Also, how did I end up here?”

“The doctor told me for you to rest and not move. You don’t remember what happened?” Jungkook asked.

I shook my head. “I just remember being with you before going to class, but after that, I don’t know,” I recalled.

“I’m sorry for not protecting you, babygirl.” Jungkook apologized.

“It’s okay, and it’s not your fault cause I didn’t let you walk me to class, and from now on you can walk me to class.” I smiled, and he nodded his head.

“It’s not your fault. I should’ve protected you when you were scared of getting hurt.” Jungkook coaxed.

Jungkook was filling my cup with water, and that’s when I remember my project with LE. Shit!

“Babe, can you text Le and let her know that I am in the hospital, please?” I asked him politely. He nods his head and puts my water down on the nightstand next to my bed.

“She said she’s on her way,” Jungkook informed me.

Someone knocked on the door, that was fast. Jungkook opened the door, and it was BTs. Wow, I thought it was LE.

“Are you okay?” Suga asked, and I nodded my head.

“You poor thing. You don’t deserve to be here.” J-hope wailed. I know I don’t, but that bitch put me here. LE entered the room.

“Sorry, guys, but I need to talk to LE alone.” BTS left except for Jungkook. I stared at him, waiting for him to go. “Me?” He pointed at himself, and I nodded my head, and he sighed as he left the room.

“Forget about the project. What happened?” LE asked.

“Well, Jungkook let me know Seolhyun jealousy took over.” I shortly explained.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s afraid of me for some reason. Anyways, did you know that I am dating Jun.” My eyes widened once I heard LE said she is dating Jin.

“Really?” I exclaimed, and she nodded her head and smiled.

Everyone has left expect Jungkook. He was lying next to me on the bed.

“You should go home and get some rest,” I suggested. Jungkook shook his head.

“I’ll stay here by your side, and I will never leave. Now, let me sing you a song.” Jungkook began singing, I Know.

Jungkook stopped singing when I went to sleep and kissed my forehead.

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cries-in-bangtan · 2 years

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That Night of Graduation ⇾ jjk [oneshot]

⌁ pairing; reader (f) x Jeon Jungkook

⌁ genre/rating; 18+ explicit content, strangers to lovers, right person wrong time??, friends to lovers.

⌁ summary; After a stupid game of Truth or Drink you are convinced into telling everyone about the time you and Jungkook hooked up together the night of college graduation. A missed connection that you and Jungkook hadn't even talked about. Bringing up some unexpected feeling that you hadn't realized had been lingering between the two of you.

⌁ word count; 24.3k

⌁ warnings; verysoftdom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected sex (reader on birth control) and protected sex, two smut scenes for all the horny bitches, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, begging, teasing, hair pulling, nipple/breast play, oral sex (m & f receiving), fluffy smut, smut, jungkook is very sweet, drinking, this is a long oneshot I am so sorry.

I also have this fic posted on ao3 as well under the same username. <3 (Also sorry if there is mistakes. Still trying to find them all.)

“Come on I want to do something!” Tae’s voice roared over everyone laughing and drinking.

To set the scene, You had stuck with Tae and Yoongi for most of the night just chatting in the kitchen. Namjoon and his girlfriend Sana were in competition in a heated game of Mario kart. Jungkook and Jimin were playing a sober version of beer pong whereas Jin and Hoseok were not. While Yuna and Cece were watching. Music was a medium hum over everyone else’s noise.

Tae jumped down from his spot next to you on the counter.

“I’m just bored! I don’t want to sit here and chat all night!” He grumbled, you and Yoongi give each other a knowing look knowing he’s just getting moody from drinking.

“We always go do something, we took a majority vote and decided to stay in remember?” Yoongi patted him on the shoulder and took a swig of his drink.

“Yeah some people have to work tomorrow morning so it was easier to stay in.” You chimed in.

“I know,” Tae pouted, “Can we do like truth or dare or something?”

“What are we 13?” Yoongi laughed at him.

“Come on I know you all have some dirt I don’t know about.” Tae wiggled his eyebrows and both of you and you wiggled yours back.

“Doubt that.” You snort and take a drink from your cider.

“What is Tae grumbling about?” Jungkook came trotting into the kitchen with all the cups filled with water from him and Jin’s game. He dumps them out into the sink.

“Tae wants to play a game like truth or dare because we can’t go have an adventure.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m down.” Jungkook says his back still turned to you all.

“Seriously?” Your eyes meet his.

“Yes!” Tae grins from ear to ear.

“I think everyone is just trying to wind down though.” Yoongi jumps in.

Which was true, everyone seemed to be slowing down as the night went on.

“Well why don’t we do like just truths.” Tae suggests and looks between you.

You give a knowing look over to Jungkook. You hadn’t played a game like that in a long while.

“How about we do truth or drink but people can pick their drink. Y/N and I have played it before.” Jungkook suggests.

You looked surprisingly at him, you hadn’t thought about it in a long time. It was never a night either of you had mentioned to your friends either. Yoongi gives a confused look.

He never really thought of you two hanging out before.

“I don’t know.” You glance at your feet. “I mean last time we played it we ended up drunk in the middle of downtown.”

“We made it back safe.” He pulled himself a soda out of the fridge and opened it. “Besides that was our graduation party so we were just celebrating.”

“Yeah but that was just us.” You almost cut yourself off because you realized not anyone else knew about this.

Tae had already left the kitchen to go round up the others.

“Scared we will learn your deepest secrets.” Yoongi pokes your legs, and you bat his hands away.

“I’m more scared about yall’s secrets I’m going to have to hear.” You smirk.

“Back up though, when were you two alone at graduation?” Yoongi back tracked and glanced between you and Jungkook. You look at Jungkook and sigh.

“Remember we stayed behind?” You squint your eyes trying to remember.

“We we’re both done celebrating graduation before the rest of you guys. We just stayed behind and went to bed.” Jungkook took a drink of his drink, he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Yeah that was all.” You shrug.

“You two are being weird. What happened at graduation?” He narrows his eyes between the two of you.

“What about graduation?” Jimin came into the kitchen and pulled a drink for himself out of the fridge and he leaned on the counter next to Jungkook.

“Did you know these two hang out without us?” Yoongi looked at Jimin.

“We don’t hang out,” You roll your eyes. “It was that one night.”

“I thought you two didn’t like each other if I’m being honest.” Jimin took a sip of his drink looking between you both.

“I like Jungkook fine!” You exclaim and hop off the counter, “and nothing happened, we just went to bed.”

“I remember Jungkook not coming back to the room til like 8am.” Jimin spoke up.

You looked surprisingly over at him.

“Oh really?” Yoongi gives a curious look to you and then Jungkook and then back to Jimin. “Tell me more.”

“I was in the room before you came back, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, trying to change topics.

“No I remember.” Jimin was insistent now, “We got back at roughly 5:30 and no you didn’t come back til 8. I remember because I was pissed at you waking me up so early.”

“You must be remembering it wrong buddy.”

“You sure he wasn’t there before and just left and came back?” You cough a little. You knew you were lying but playing along with Jungkook.

“Why are you both so defensive about it?” Yoongi picked up on the tone change.

You look over to Jungkook who was still had been staring at you. Both of you have had never repeated the events of that night. You weren’t even sure if he remembered most of it since you both were pretty wasted.

“What was that?” Jimin eyes both of you and you snapped your eyes to him.

“What was what?” Jungkook said non-chalantly, he smirked looking back to you. You couldn’t help but laugh but it came out more as a cough.

“You guys shared a look.” He pouted, he for sure saw it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You smile to yourself as you take a sip of your drink.

“Stop messing around!” Jimin hits Jungkook on the shoulder.

You had a feeling Jimin wasn’t going to let it go though.

Tae right then pulled everyone out of the kitchen into the living room. Everyone had got themselves a drink of some kind, some people went for just beer or cider, and others went just for water or soda. You all sat in a circle around Tae’s coffee table, you and Yoongi decided to share the smaller couch together as you took up most of the room which he protested too. Jimin Jungkook, Sana and Namjoon had taken their places on the couch, while everyone else had found their places on the ground. Tae was standing at the front of the room waiting for everyone to calm down.

“So what are we playing?” Yuna raised her hand as if she was in class.

“Jungkook do you want to explain what it is?” Tae held his hand to Jungkook. Jungkook stood up from his spot on the couch.

“Basically all it is, is truth or drink. You get asked a question and you can either choose to answer it or you can take a sip of your drink. Go wild.” He smiles and takes his seat back down on the couch.

“Is anything off limits?” Jin asks and glances around to everyone.

Everyone nods and seems to silently agree that nothing is off limits. Everyone has known each other long enough that we never really had any boundaries with each other.

The game started with Tae and slowly worked it’s way around. It started off fairly tame and slowly got progressively more interesting. Cece has slept with an A list celebrity but can’t tell us who. Hoseok flirted with a professor to get a better grade in one of his classes in his first year of college. And it went on like this for a while, not all the secrets people spilled were stuff we hadn’t known already either. You had also answered a few questions but nothing that you weren’t too hesitant to answer in the first place.

Eventually questions had made there way back around to Tae who was pretty tipsy at this point because he had many questions he did not want to answer.

“Alright,” he glanced around the circle before he pointed at Jimin, “Jiminie, truth or drink.”

“Bring it.” He said in a playful tone.

“Have you ever slept with someone in our friend group?”

This brought a resounding ‘oh’ from everyone in the group. Shockingly this question hadn’t come up already.

Jimin took a quick glance around the room, almost as if we wasn’t sure if he had or not.

“Other than a sleepover, No Tae I have not slept with anyone in the room.” Jimin said confidently with a cheeky grin on face, “None of you are my type anyways.”

“Ugh you’re boring.” Jin grumbled, he was hoping to hear something juicy.

“Yeah ask something good for this next one.” Yoongi has been silent for a while and finally spoke up. You had almost thought he was falling asleep. “The game is getting stale.”

Jimin placed a finger over his mouth as he scanned everyone. You rolled your eyes and you began to take a sip of your drink. Trying to remain unnoticed, which to your avail hadn’t worked.

“Y/N.” he said very abruptly.

You choking on your drink a little bit.

“What’s up baby?” You smile at him playfully, you may also be a bit tipsy.

Jimin was silent for a moment as a devilish grin played on his lips as he looked between you and Jungkook. Jungkook who was completely wrapped up in his phone.

“Truth or Drink,” He was taunting you a bit, “What happened between you and Jungkook the night of our graduation party.”

Everyone seemed to fall quiet at the question. Too quiet, you were sure everyone heard your stomach turn. You began to chew on your bottom lip a bit as everyones eyes landed on you. You looked down to your drink and were ready to take the L and not hear the end of it for the rest of the night. It was something you and Jungkook hadn’t even talked about yourselves since then.

I mean it was two years ago, there was really nothing to talk about.

You had felt yourself lift your hand up slightly, almost making the decision to take a drink before you look over to Jungkook first. His eyes were flickering between the drink in your hand and you. You both stare at each other for a moment.

“Oh come on we have to hear this now.” Tae spoke up and he scooted closer to you like he was a kid waiting for a story.

“With how silent you are we have to know now.” Sana chimed in and Namjoon nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah come on Y/N.” Yoongi bumped your shoulder, and you could see he was also just as curious.

Everyone kind of started to cheer you on to tell the story, you looked back to Jungkook. He just stared at you couldn’t tell if he wanted you to tell the story either.

“Do you want me to tell them?” You mouth to him.

“Might as well.” He rolls his eyes and shrugs, him also knowing you won’t make it out of this without saying something.

“Alright,” you sit up on the edge of the couch and let out a long sigh,” The night of our graduation party, Jungkook and I slept together.”

The room went completely silent for a mere second before everyone up roared with their own assorted responses.

“You slept together?”

“We were together the whole night!”

“No way.”

“Do you two even like each other?”

It continued on like this for a moment and you rubbed the side of your temples with an embarrassed smile on your face. Jungkook was also in the same position. He didn’t seem embarrassed though.

“Okay okay okay,” Yuna stood up from her place on the ground, “You got to tell us more.”

“What? No! That’s a completely different question.” You snort, “Let’s continue.”

You look over to Jin who equally wants to know more of what the rest of the group wants to hear.

“Jin, what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done drunk?” You ask, hoping everyone will move on.

“Purple!” He exclaims, “Y/N tell us what led you two to sleeping together.”

“What! You can’t do that! You have to ask someone else a question.” You fold your arms over your chest.

“As the host I will allow it. All those in favor say I.” Tae shouts and a everyone follows suit with a resounding I.

You let out a sigh and look back to Jungkook who is just laughing a bit.

“Don’t laugh.” You chuck a pillow at him and he catches it before it can hit him.

“I don’t think we are leaving before they find out what happened Y/N.”

“Ugh,” You groan, “Do you care if I tell them then?”

“Be my guest.” Jungkook leans back on the couch, looking completely unbothered by all the attention on both of you.

“Okay… where do I even begin.”

*Two Years Prior*

The elevator ride back up to your hotel room felt like it lasted ages, everyone was completely wasted and sweaty. You found yourself at the back leaning against the cool glass that had cooled down the skin on your back. Everyone was still giggling and shuffling around the elevator and you were just trying to make sure you stayed on your own two feet. The dress you wore had luckily stayed on you the whole night but you were ready to sleep.

It seemed as everyone else disagreed with you.

Everyone still seemed to have plenty of life in them, they were just coming back to the hotel to take a quick break and most of them were going to head back out to some of the bars that were open till way late.

The ding of the elevator rung, and everyone piled on our floor and were giggling and screaming.

“Shhh.” Tae was the one who got us our hotel rooms for the night and he wasn’t looking to get us kicked out. “Chill out everyone.”

You smiled at him.

Yoongi and Hoseok had both gotten pretty wasted and were the two who were being the loudest. Usually Jimin would be the one to be loud like them but he was helping Cece just stay on her two feet. Namjoon and Sana could barely keep there hands off each other. It was getting graphic.

You weren’t doing so hot either though, as you were watching everyone you could feel the edge of your eyes blurring, as you tried to reach up to rub your eyes you had completely lost your balance. Falling backwards a bit you felt yourself fall into what felt like a wall, but two arms had caught under neither yours, you looked up to see Jungkook’s face right above yours.

“Oh hello,” You giggled and you tapped the edge of his nose but also fell out of his grip again. He bent down and caught you once more.

He laughed a little at you getting you back to your feet. He was dressed in a nice suit like the other guys but his was correctly tailored to him and looked good. He had his tie completely undone, and he had ditched his jacket to Yuna who had gotten cold on the walk back.

“Hello to you too.” He smiled at you, he has a nice smile. “We need to get you some water.”

“YOU need some water.” You poked his chest and pouted.

“You’re right but let’s take care of you first.” He placed his hand on your lower back and held your other hand in his to help guide you.

Tae had opened his room, and everyone seemed to follow like little drunk sheep and pile into his room. More resounding giggles and screams came as people fell onto the one bed, you found yourself falling onto the couch.

Tae’s room was rather big. He decided to call up his dad for a favor and get us all really nice rooms for the weekend. It helped at times like these that Tae came from a loaded family. The room had a king size bed a full living room set and had a huge tv that hung over a fire place. His room was probably the biggest of everyone’s, yours was nothing to snore at but his was definitely the most luxurious.

Everyone was falling all over the place but seemed to settle down. Some people, including yourself were slowly becoming spent for the night.

“Come on people!” Jin cheered around the room. Clapping to get everyone’s attention and to keep people awake.

“Yeah come on, we are just here to grab some stuff and we are heading back out!” Hoseok joined in and he was encouraging some of the others back on there feet.

Some of them were running in place and doing jumping jacks to get their blood moving, You had completely become one with Tae’s couch. You knew you weren’t going anywhere after this. You hadn’t noticed but since you were sprawled out on the couch, Jungkook had come and sat down on the ground in front of you and he handed you a glass of water.

“Awe thank you.” You lifted your head up and pouted at him and took the glass, he kept a hand on it just in case you dropped it.

“No problem,” He smiled, “You’re probably still going to have a massive hang over in the morning though dummy.”

He pats you on the head slightly and you swat him away, you sit up straight so you can drink the water better.

“You’re the dummy.” You grumble.

“Yeah, I’m not 9 shots deep right now.” He rolled his eyes at you and joined you on the couch.

“I’m not 9 shots deep.”

He lifts your arm up that had the tally marks all down your wrist that count your drinks. Your wrist tingles under the heat of his skin.

“Oh.” You felt yourself snicker.

“Alright let’s go! Everyone got what they need?” Jimin shouts around the room and you hadn’t even noticed that everyone was already all back on their feet, mostly. Ready to head on back out into the night.

“Everyone make sure you have your buddies.” Tae looks around to everyone and make sure they all have a buddy.

Your buddy was Yuna but it seems she found a new buddy in Jimin. You didn’t think you had much more left in you though and you could almost barely stand anymore really. You could completely understand everything happening around you but your body didn’t comply with your actions. You tried to stand up but immediately fell back down to the couch. You almost fall completely onto Jungkook. He catches you. You lift your head to meet his gaze.

“I think I’m done for the night.” You giggle a little and run a hand through your hair.

“I agree, here lay down again.” Jungkook moves off the couch and back down to the floor so you can rest.

“No come on! It’s graduation we still have some partying to do!” Yoongi comes up from behind you and places his hands on your shoulders, just before you can sprawl out again.

“No,” You whine and look up at him, “You go have fun, if I go any longer I will be passing out in the street.”

“You’ll be the only one though.” Hoseok comes up to Yoongi.

“I’m also not going.” You hear Jungkook’s voice from in front of you, you lean your head up to look at him.

“No Kook!” Namjoon stumbles over after hearing him, “You have to go out with us more!”

“Nah, I am also 9 shots deep man. I am done for the night.” He rolls his eyes and hugs Namjoon back after he initiated one.

“I’m going to miss you.” Namjoon fake sobs.

“I’ll miss you too.” Jungkook laughs and gives Namjoon back over to Sana.

Everyone then said their goodbyes to both of you as they headed out the door. You were honestly glad. Even though you had been celebrating you were completely spent for the night it felt like. After everyone had finally piled out the door you fell straight back onto the couch. A long sigh fell from your lips as you felt the weight of your body settle in. You weren’t doing too bad for 9 shots but you sure shouldn’t be at anymore bars for the night.

Jungkook laid himself down on the ground and you could hear some of the bones in his back crack.

“Oh that sounded like it felt good.” You laugh a little.

“I’m getting too old for this shit.”

You hum in agreement.

“You seemed like you had so much more energy! What happened?” You lifted your head to look at him on the ground.

“Jimin happened.”

That made you laugh but your stomach immediately reacted.

“Don’t make me laugh I’m going to puke.” You groan a little and bury your face back into the couch.

“That’ll happen when you’re such a lightweight.” He jokes.

“I am not.”

“I’ve known you for four years, and Tae and Jimin have had a lot of parties.” He rolls his eyes at you, he also placed his arms over his eyes probably to block out the room light.

“God has it really been fucking four years?” You widen your eyes just thinking how long it’s been.

It hadn’t even fully hit you that you will no longer have to go to school anymore and you will be being a real life adult now. You had already had a job lined up and you were staying close to everyone else but it was real now. No more homework, no more teachers.

“Yeah we met when we were sophomores.” He lifted his arm up a bit to look at you.

“Jesus, now I feel old.” You groaned and you rubbed your eyes.

“Tell me about it. I’ve known Jimin since I was 14 so I feel ancient.”

You turned over and you laid down on your back. You tried to pinpoint when you and Jungkook first met but you couldn’t remember. It felt weird because you and Jungkook usually don’t talk like this.

“Jungkook…”

“Yeah?” He sits up, he looked worried, almost like he thought something was wrong.

“I don’t know anything about you.” You also sat up on your elbows.

You genuinely couldn’t think of a time you and Jungkook had hung out like this.

“I guess we never really got to hang out a lot.”

“No, we were always forced together by our friends.”

“Ugh you saying you are forced to be around me?” He pouts, and you reach down and smack his arm.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, never too late to get to know each other.”

“Get to know each other physically” Jimin interrupted you.

Everyone around chuckled and you smiled to yourself.

“Keep going.” Namjoon waves for you to continue.

Everyone around was completely taken by the story.

“Can you hurry up though, I want to get to the good part.” Hoseok says getting impatient. You hit him since he’s sitting so close to you and he laughs.

“Don’t be gross!” You scold him. “Anyways, um...”

You have to pause to think what happened after, it’s been a while so some details were fuzzy.

“We got food remember?” Jungkook chimes in and you glance over to him, everyone seems to turn their attention over to him.

“Yeah we left and got some food because I figured no better way to get to know someone-“ he continues.

“Than over good food.” You both say at the same time as it comes back to you.

Jungkook and you both had run down to one of the pizza places that was still open and brought a few slices back with you, but you decided to hang out in your room instead. You had started to chat a little bit about little things about each other. Talked about high school and how he met Jimin. You talked about how you had first met Tae in a study group and he was absolutely dead set on being your friend. Jungkook also remind you that you two had met through an aggressive game of darts.

“Was that the same night Hobi got a dart in the ass?” You plop yourself down on your bed, and you and Jungkook had made a nice little spread of your pizza slices and the bread sticks you got.

It was a good call to go get pizza. Jungkook mostly ordered everything since he insisted meat lovers is going to be the cure all for your hang over. You both were just sprawled out on your bed now. You were against the headboard and Jungkook was closer to the foot of the bed.

“No, that was actually a year later. No when you and I met he was still dating that one person..” He snapped his fingers trying to pinpoint a name. “I can’t remember but the only reason he got the dart in the ass was because he was so drunk because he had gotten dumped.”

“Oh that’s right.” You took another bite of your pizza.

You both had sat in comfortable silence for a moment. You had just begun to notice Jungkook’s features, he really was an attractive guy. Now that you had recollected the first time you two met, you had remembered that you had thought he was very cute back then. You had always had admired him, but frankly you thought he never really liked you that much. Maybe that’s why you had never really gotten to know each other that well.

“Can I confess something.” You say and having to clear your throat a bit. Jungkook was mid bite and his eyes went wide and looked at you. It made you chuckle a little bit. He tried to bite down on the pizza the string of the pizza was stuck to his mouth. He was struggling.

“Yeah?” He said covering his mouth, and it came out kind of mumbled because his mouth was full.

“In total honesty, I used to think you were very attractive.” You play with you finger nails and scrunch you face a bit before seeing his reaction.

He gave you are wide grin.

“Even with the bowl cut?” He looks shocked and you laughed remembering the bowl cut. It wasn’t horrible but his longer hair suits him better.

“Even with the bowl cut.” You chew on your bottom lip.

“Well,” He sits himself up and he looks towards the ceiling, “I thought the same thing about you.”

“You thought I would be cute with a bowl cut?” You tease him.

“Oh absolutely, the bowl cut look would be super hot for you.” He chuckles a bit.

“Oh, I’ll consider it next time I get a cut done.” You smile, You take a moment to think about what he said. “Wait you thought I was cute?”

You sat straight up in the bed and moved a little closer to his side.

“Oh yeah.”

“That’s it?” You blink at him.

“Well who wouldn’t.” He took a bite of his pizza and he was looking straight at you.

You were a little speechless for a moment. You didn’t find yourself unattractive but I don’t think you had ever had someone be so forward about finding you attractive.

“What?” He interrupts your thoughts.

“I thought you didn’t like me if I am being honest.” You felt embarrassed.

“I thought you didn’t like me.” He sat up in his spot as well, meeting your eye-line. “I was actually going to ask you out.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I think I had asked Tae about it, but he said you just weren’t in that place. Then we just all kept hanging out as a group and then we never really got the chance to talk alone ever.”

You just let out a sigh. It was a what if moment. You thought of the idea of him asking you out. Would you have even said yes at the time? Tae was probably right you wouldn’t have been in the place to have this random guy asking you out.

“Well c’est la vie.” You sigh.

You hadn’t really noticed you two were sitting fairly close to each other at this point. You let out a little cough and get up from the bed and take some of the napkins and other garbage you and Jungkook had made. You still had a bit of energy left. From what you could figure, none of the others had come back yet. You still wanted to do something.

“Well,” You turn back around to him, “What should we do next?”

“Well I am feeling better. Want to play a rather easy drinking game?” He had a smirk on his lips and you raise an eyebrow at him with concern.

“I don’t like that look.”

“It’s nothing bad. First are feeling okay to drink more?”

“I’m feeling way better.” You take a deep breath.

Jungkook then leaves the room briefly and you hear him in the hall go into another room. It’s just a minute before he returns with a bunch of tiny bottles of liquor. You laugh a bit.

“Where did you get those?” he places a few in your hands.

“I stole them from Tae’s room, figured it’s not going to hurt him much to pay for these.”

You laugh and you both play your own game of Truth or Drink. You both just ask innocent questions and neither really had to drink with the few questions you had asked to far. It was just nice to get to know him and to get him to open up. Jungkook was way goofier than you had ever seen him be. It was interesting to see him loosen up more and more as the night goes on.

After a few more rounds you both had maybe taken only three shots for questions you didn’t want to answer. You had begun to get into some more personal questions.

“Truth or Drink, how many people have you slept with.”

You had to sit and think about it a little bit.

“I think it’s only six people?” To be completely honest you think it might be less.

“Okay okay.” He sit and thinks on it for a minute.

“What!” You widen you eyes, what was he thinking?

“Nothing! Six is a good number! Relationships or-…”

“Three relationships and three were just flings.”

“Oh spicy.” Jungkook pokes you.

“Yeah, well what’s your number.” You take a small sip from one of the little liquor bottles.

“Eleven.”

“Whore.” You snort, and Jungkook’s face completely drops.

“Prude.” He takes a sip from one of his little liquor bottles.

“Hey! You said six was a good number!” You shove his shoulder. He falls over and laughs a little, you both were falling to the tipsy side again.

“Alright my turn. Truth or Drink, have you and Tae slept together?”

You choke on your own air and are coughing and laughing in his face.

“Ew no!” You scoff at him.

“I had to know, Cece put the thought in my head the other day and I’ve been curious ever since!” He had a little blush over his cheeks, probably a combination from drinking and embarrassment.

“No Tae and I have never slept together! We are just good friends.” You grumble and you rub your forehead. “Alright, what about you, have you slept with anyone we know?”

“No no no,” He shakes his head frowns a little, “Not anyone we all know.”

“Interesting.” You nod your head.

“Okay, have you ever wanted to with anyone of our friends?” He looks at you intently, it almost felt like his eyes were boring into the side of your head.

You meet his gaze. You slowly lift your drink up to your lips and down the tiny bottle. This drink burned on it’s way down and you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

He hums in disappointment. You knew he would be curious to know.

“Bummer.” His eyes flicker away from yours for a moment.

“What about you?” You smirk at him.

“Oh yeah.” He seems to match the energy you’re giving off.

“Who?” Your eyes widen.

Jungkook instead of responding looks away from you with a smile and downs the tiny bottle he has in his hend and coughs a little. You shove his shoulder because even though it’s unsaid, you had an understanding probably of what he was going to say.

“Alright your turn.” You grumble to yourself.

“What are you thinking right now?”

You look at him confused since it was such a simple question. You were looking right in his eyes, and he had this sparkle in them. The room wasn’t even lit that well, but he still looked like he had stars within them. He was so delicately handsome.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You tilt your head a little but never breaking your stare.

“Thank you.” He says it very quietly, “Your turn.”

You both just sat in silence for a moment, just taking each other in.

“Okay…” You clear your throat, “Let’s say hypothetically, If someone asked from our friend group if you wanted too… would you?”

Neither of you have broken eye contact.

“Hypothetically? Depends on who it was.”

“Uhm.” You nod.

You found yourselves incredibly close, maybe a few inches away.

“Uh it’s your turn.” You whisper.

Your eyes were flicking between his eyes and his lips. Your noses slightly brush against each other. You hesitantly placed your hand at the top of his buttoned shirt. Your eyes were focused on your movements. You just hooked your finger on the top of his shirt but didn’t tug. You then watched Jungkook’s hand come up and tuck a strand of you hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face. It was slow and it felt as if he was taking his time, he didn’t want to take his hand away. You both were breathing heavier.

You rest your forehead against his and you meet his gaze, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for a moment.

“Do you want too?” He whispers, and even though you were alone, it was as If he only wanted you to hear it.

A sudden pound outside your doors startles both of you away from each other. You hear some laughter from people outside who we just passing down the hallway. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Jungkook and You had basically retreated to the other sides of your bed. You felt very nervous all of the sudden and felt like you were completely on display. You stood up from the bed and paced a little.

“We should uh-…” You didn’t know what to do with your hands, “We should go get some air.” You laugh nervously and watch Jungkook stand from the bed.

“I agree.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“THAT’S IT?” Yuna’s voice makes everyone almost jump out of your skin. “You almost kiss? Come on, where is the spice?”

“Well we aren’t done.” Jungkook speaks up.

You had been completely avoiding looking at him for this whole part of the story. You already seemed fully on display with everyone watching you intently tell this story.

“Well after that we left the room. I was much more intoxicated then I had realized if I am being honest. We probably should have stayed inside, but we wanted to sober up to we just ran around the block.”

“Yeah we saw two guys throw up.” Jungkook adds and you cringe at remembering the thought.

“Hey so did we!” Namjoon spoke up, “But it was Yoongi and Hobi.”

“And you!” Yoongi retorts back and him and Namjoon scrunched his face up at the thought.

“Well what was next?” Sana was eager to continue the conversation, she was leaned over the side of the couch completely invested in your words.

“We just ran, the city had put up lights for the summer for some reason and so we just ran around under the lights for like half an hour.” Jungkook started, you were glad he did. You were kind of tired of talking the whole time. After all, this was his story too.

“It was really beautiful.”

“Probably chilling too.” Tae said very pointedly towards Jungkook.

You rolled your eyes as he chuckled a little bit.

You and Jungkook found yourselves basically falling into the elevator. The walk you both had done around the block was really nice. You both needed some air, and it felt good just to run around. You both were in fits of laughter over something Jungkook had said. You both were leaning on the back wall. You had found your avoiding complete eye contact with him since you were both alone in your room before.

“What time is it.” You ask almost breathlessly.

“It’s 4:30.” He groaned and laughed a little.

“Jesus, where are the others? Have you heard from them?” You lean towards him a little as he pulls out his phone.

“Last text I got was that they were heading to Paradise. That place stays open till 5 so they shouldn’t be too much longer.”

A small ‘oh’ drops from your mouth. You both stand in a comfortable silence. The elevator eventually reaches your floor and as soon as it opens you race out to Jungkook’s surprise.

“Race you.” You yell to Jungkook. You immediately took off down the hall, your room was all the way at the other end and you felt yourself laughing a little out of control.

You spin around to see Jungkook immediately following right behind you with a full smile on his face. A small yelp left your mouth as you try to run a little faster.

“Oh no you don’t”

Just as you feel your hands about to reach your door, you feel Jungkook’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground which resound in a bellowing laugh from you and Jungkook has to shush you. You were completely lifted off of your feet and spun around once, where Jungkook takes the opportunity to reach your door first. You turn around to see he is showing you a shit eating grin.

“You cheater!” Just before you’re about to run towards him, he opens the door just at that moment and you stumble and almost trip over yourself face first. Jungkook catches you one more time just around your waist.

You are completely doubled over in laughter. Jungkook’s arm pressed against your stomach doesn’t help. He is also completely amused by you and is laughing while trying to shush you once again. He pulls you up so you are stable on your feet and he closes the door behind him. He spins you around and you are just smiling from ear to ear, he tucks a hair away from your face. You finally have a moment to catch your breath. When you realize that you are basically pressed up against him.

You clear your throat and push yourself away from him and enter your room a little more with your back turned to him.

It would be a bad idea if something happened between the two of you.

“We should probably get some sleep. We’ve been running around for what feels like hours.” You smile, it was a really good night. You needed to probably drink some more water so you could help your hang over when you get up.

“Yeah, hey.” He gets your attention and you turn back around to him, “It was nice to see such a different side of you today. I like this a lot better than being strangers.”

“I do too.” You smile at him.

“Have a goodnight Y/N.” He gives you a tiny wave before he turns his back to you.

It almost felt like he was moving in slow motion. He slowly made his way to the door. You just took a moment to examine his figure. The cold air had done nothing to help you. The unanswered question hung on your tongue. You weren’t ready for the night to end just yet.

You wanted him.

“Jungkook.” You say a little louder than you intended.

“Yeah.” He spins on his heel to look back at you. His eyes were still sparkling.

“I never answered your question.”

Was this a bad idea? Was this going to make things more complicated? All of these thoughts had completely escaped you.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow at you and he took a step back into the room. His eyes lowered looking at you.

“Yeah.” You say softly.

Jungkook slowly makes his way over to you, just up until he right in front of you.

“What is it then?” he leans to your ear, his breath fanning on your neck.

You heart had picked up and with how quickly it was beating you were sure Jungkook could hear it. You find yourselves in a very similar position. Jungkook’s face comes so close that your noses brush against each other once again. You are just staring at his lips, and you were completely breathless. Jungkook lifts his hand and places it on the back of your neck. His hand is hot on the back of your neck, it makes your skin rise with goosebumps.

“Yes.”

Jungkook smiles slightly before he pulls you into him and he presses your lips against his. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls your waist into his. It was slow at first but you both seemed to become a little more desperate for each other. You find your hands way into his hair. Jungkook pulls away from you to kiss down your neck, this elicits a small moan from you.

You feel Jungkook push you back till your back meets the wall behind you. Jungkook breaking away from you lowers himself to his knees, and his hands on the hem of your dress.

“Can I take this off?” He looks up to you, the sight of him on his knees in front of you sends a wave of heat through you and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Please.” You breathlessly say.

Jungkook takes his time. He slowly lifts the dress but as he lifts the hem higher, his lips are brushing against your skin, from up your thigh, and then up your stomach. He briefly stops to help you lift the dress completely over your head before his lips find their way back to yours. His tongue making his way into your mouth. One of his hands brings your leg up around him.

He breaks away from you for a minute, he just drinks you in for a moment. His eyes are dark and it sends a shiver through you.

“Let me know if there is anything you don’t want.” Your noses brush together. You just slightly nod. He lowly chuckles and leans into your ear, “I need to hear you say it, lovely.”

You whimper a little, “Okay.” Your eyes flutter close.

You can feel his hand hovering just over your underwear, you already knew that you were completely wet from your underwear sticking to you. He’s teasing you by just barely holding his hand there.

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so wet for me.” He meets his gaze with yours and he has a smirk on his face.

“Shut up.” You feel slightly embarrassed.

It hadn’t been that long since you had had sex but it’s been a few months, and right in this moment that feels like a lifetime ago. You couldn’t believe how quickly he was getting you riled up.

“Oh I will.” He hums, he felt like he had become a completely different person here. The teasing was agonizing.

“Jungkook please.” Your head falls back a little needing a little release.

“Tell me,” You looked away from him, “How long has it been since someone has pleased you?”

He was whispering right in your ear, his hand pressed into you just over your underwear again and it forces a moan out of you. He groans into the skin on your neck. You decide to take back control a little here and you begin to unbutton his shirt, he helps you and rips his shirt off of his arms. You couldn’t’ say you hadn’t noticed that Jungkook was in good shape but it was completely different having it right in front of you.

You could see all his tattoos that ran down his arm and you felt grateful to take in the sight.

“You’re beautiful.” You say almost instinctually, he laughs and little and pulls into him for a deep kiss. This kiss was way more intimate and you felt yourself smile a little. He pulls away just for a moment.

“You’re breathtaking.” He immediately kisses you again. The way he kisses you feels like he can’t get enough of you and you couldn’t get enough of him. You had both of your hands placed on either side of his face, keeping him close to you. He lowers his hands to grip around your thighs and he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him. He backed you back into the wall again but you hit your head a bit.

You immediately let out a laugh because it didn’t hurt but Jungkook was worried.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” His eyes wide looking at you.

“I’m okay.” You were giggling and you kiss him again, using your legs to pull him into you. You could feel the bulge in his pants press against your core and it elicits a groan from you. Jungkook grips your thighs a little tighter after feeling the pressure against him.

He keeps his grip tight on you and he walks you over to the bed, he tries to lay you down gently, but you still bounce a bit and you smile looking up at him. You get the chance to look at him all over again hanging over you. It was a wonderful sight. He then disappears and you lean up to see that he is at the edge of the bed on his knees.

He sees you lean upwards and stands back up to meet you with a kiss and he gently places a hand on your chest to lay you back down. He breaks away from you.

“Let me take care of you.” he stares right into your eyes, it felt like he was staring into your soul.

“Okay.” You smile almost instinctually.

He lowers himself back out of sight and you feel him pull your underwear down your legs very quickly. He pulls you down the bed a little more and you let out a small squeal. You very suddenly feel him lick a stripe all way up your core. You let out a gasp at the feeling. He dips his tongue inside of you a few times. His tongue was hot against you and it was driving you crazy. Your legs had instinctually closed around his head. He had wrapped his hands around your thighs to keep you steady. His mouth had found its way to your clit.

It felt completely different then times before. He brings his mouth away from you. And you feel his hand press against you and rub a few times and then he slowly slides one finger into you and you bite down onto your bottom lip.

Jungkook reaches up with his other hand and reaches under your bra to play with your breast. His hand seems to completely cover your chest. You have both of your hands digging into the sheets next to you and he pulls his finger in and out of you slowly.

He takes no time to add another and you let out a small moan.

“Jungkook.” You moan.

He moves his fingers in and out of you more. You had good sex before but never had someone be this attentive to you. Jungkook without hesitation had you completely relaxed and added another finger inside of you. His long fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly.

“What do you need?” He says lowly.

“Just… more.”

You were ready for him to fuck you, but he wanted to make you cum with just his mouth and hands. He wanted you to feel good in every way he could. He brings his mouth to your clit and you whimper a little because the stimulation was almost too much. It felt amazing though. You felt the heat in the pit of your stomach rising quickly. You could feel yourself clenching around Jungkook’s fingers. Jungkook hums against your core and it sends a wave of heat through you.

His fingers were hit that right spot inside of you. You had your eyes screwed shut and he was relentless on your clit and it felt amazing. You weren’t able to ever get yourself off with just your fingers, but Jungkook was going to have you cum with the way he was working you.

It’s like he could predict everything you needed.

“Please I’m going to cum.” You whine.

Jungkook brings his mouth away from you for a moment.

“Come undone for me.”

You feel the tightness in your stomach relax and completely cum all over Jungkook’s fingers. He keeps riding you out through your orgasm. He takes his fingers out of you, and you open your eyes to see him licking them clean. It sends a shiver through you seeing him do that. You’d never thought you would find him so sexy.

His eyes stare darkly at you and he crawls back on top of you. Before you can catch your breath he kisses you, and allows you to taste yourself. You moan into his mouth. He quickly detaches from you so he can start to take off his pants. You watch as he pulls down his trousers down his legs and you can see the bulge very prominently in his underwear. You sit up to the edge of the bed and Jungkook stops for a moment.

“Can I take these off for you?” You look up at him, you slowly slip down to your knees on the ground.

“Absolutely.”

You immediately pull down the side of his boxers and his dick stands prominently in front of you. he was longer rather than girthy. You were worried you wouldn’t be able to take all of him. You wanted to make him feel good they way he made you feel good.

“Can I?” You wanted to make sure it was okay.

“Yes.” He stutters out.

You grab his length and pump him a few times. He lets out a low grunt at your immediate touch. Precum has already leaked from his red tip. You bring his tip into your mouth, and Jungkook moans. You slowly pump him a little while you suck on his tip and you slowly start to make more of him in your mouth. You bob your head on him, taking more of him into your mouth at a time.

“God Y/N” He groans, his hands find his way into your hair but he doesn’t force you at all.

You hum against him which seems to make him shiver with pleasure. You pull away and there is a string of saliva between your mouth and the tip of his dick. It sends a wave of heat to you core at the sight. You then lick a stripe up on his length before taking him into you mouth again.

“Fuck.” He grunts.

You then take his full length into your mouth, you are able to hold back your gag to be able to take him all the way. You look up at him through your lashes and you start to bob him in and out of your mouth. He meets your gaze and you can see the complete lust in his eyes. You start to go fast before he shuts his eyes enjoying the sight in front of him.

He suddenly stops you.

“Woah.” He breathlessly says, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

You pull your mouth off of him.

“I want to make you feel good like you did me.” You look up to him.

“Oh I know,” he takes your hand and he pulls you to your feet. Placing a hand under your chin, “I just want to feel your pretty pussy around me when I cum.”

He says this in almost a whisper and your breath gets caught in your throat with the way he looks at you. You press your lips to his eagerly. You wanted all of him. You wanted to experience all of it with him. You both fall onto the bed behind you again. Jungkook catches himself before he can crush you. You love the way his body completely molds to yours as he’s on top of you, and your skin touching is electrifying. You have one leg wrapped around him and your hands are completely wrapped in his hair.

You could feel his dick pressed against your leg, so close to your core that’s it’s agonizing. You watch as he stares down at you for a moment, and he takes himself in his hand and pumps himself a few times. He then meets your gaze and he presses the tip of himself just at your entrance. You suck in a quick breath. The heat from his tip could melt you. You wanted to be wrapped around him. The way he’s teasing you by just swirling his tip around your entrance is almost too much.

“Please.” You whine, you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him into you. “Jungkook please.”

“So greedy.” He smirks, “Don’t worry I will give it all to you. It’s just so hot seeing you beg for it.”

You smile, you didn’t appreciate the teasing but his talking is getting you all wound up.

“We should probably use protection.” You gulp. You were more than okay with just having him inside of you without a condom too. You knew if he did though you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.

“You’re right.” You were breathing into each other. He hadn’t stopped what he was doing just yet, just running his tip along your entrance. He wanted it just as bad as you. His mind was becoming completely cloudy with you.

Jungkook begins to peel himself away from you. Not having the heat of him against you was frustrating. You needed him. He begins to walk away but you grab his hand and pull him back down on top of you.

“Where do you think you’re going just yet?” You smile at him and pull him in for a kiss, he smiles into your kiss. Wrapping one of his arms around underneath you.

You just enjoy Jungkook kissing you for a moment. You once again felt like there wasn’t enough of him for you. You didn’t want to break away even to get air. He pulls away from you for a moment, and the lack of heat makes you whimper.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He meets your eyeline again, and he slowly places a kiss on both sides of your neck. He wraps his hands under you to unhook your bra. You then pull it down your arms to toss it to the side. Jungkook just takes your naked body in for a moment. He places a light kiss to the center of your stomach.

You giggle because it was ticklish. He smiles up at you and does it again and bring your arms down to stop him. He takes both of your hands in his while you’re laughing and wraps your hands in his and places both of your arms above your head. His face hovers just above yours. You just have a stuck smile on your face as you stare at him.

“Don’t go anywhere.” You sigh.

“I won’t.” he shakes his head, he places a quick kiss to your lips.

“Good, because I need more of this.” You pull both of your hands down, you felt embarrassed saying it. You cover your face with your intertwined hands. He laughs a little, moving your hands away and kisses you.

“You’re so lovely.” He takes in all of your features. He lets go of one of your hands and his hand slowly moves down your body. He leans his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

His fingers find their way back to your core and begin to rub you a few times.

“Jungkook…”you moan, you head falling to the side just taking in all the sensations.

“Oh say it again..” he breaks away from your chest and he’s stares at you completely wrapped up. He dips his fingers into your heat again and he can feel you quiver under his touch.

“Jungkook.” You moan a little louder this time. Before you could think he kisses you again before departing from you completely.

“I’m just going to get a condom.”

He pulls himself away from you and goes to get his wallet. He pulled the package out and he quickly rips it open. You felt nervous but you couldn’t be any safer than where you are right now. Jungkook rolls the condom onto his length, and he turns back to you and places himself over you again.

“You look so amazing.” He whispers in your ear and nibbles on your earlobe.

“Have you seen yourself?”

“You sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely.”

You couldn’t wait any longer. You wanted to feel him.

“Jungkook.”

He stops and looks at you.

“It’s just been a while so go… slow.”

He smiled at you and left a peck on your lips.

“Of course.” He takes one of your hands in his.

Jungkook positions his tip at your entrance which was already wet. He then lifts his eyes to look at you. You had your eyes closed instinctually. He then slowly presses his tip into you and you let out a gasp. Jungkook has buried his head into the crook of your neck. He takes it just a little bit at a time, slowly stretching you out. You were breathing slowly to help yourself relax.

You feel one of Jungkook’s hand reaches in front of you to rub your clit to help you. It felt good because you could feel yourself clenching around him. He was placing kisses along your neck. Small moans kept escaping your lips. Jungkook stops for a moment.

“Hey-…”

You open your eyes to meet his eyes that have stars in them once again. He then bottomed out inside of you. Which made you completely let go.

“I wanted to see your eyes when I filled you up.”

“God Jungkook.” You needed some movement. You shifted your hips on top of him, but ultimately made you gasp. Jungkook let out a guttural moan. Seeing his face as you moved could have sent you over the edge.

“Does that feel good?” You lick your lips, and you slowly shifted your hips again.

“Fuck me.” He says breathlessly.

You couldn’t help yourself.

“I am.”

Jungkook let out a small laugh and almost fell on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him. He placed a small kiss to your chest. Before you had time to react he slowly pulled himself out of you just until his tip barely left you. His eyes met yours again, and he pushed himself back into you slowly.

Your head rolls back a little and you moan. Jungkook just takes the sight in and he slowly starts to move himself in and out slowly. The way he is moving himself is hitting right on your g spot but your orgasm is building slow. Its agonizingly good. Jungkook grabs your legs and hikes them around him. He ever so slowly picks his pace up more and more. He filled you up completely and seemed to fit just right inside of you.

“Jungkook… faster.” You stutter.

He doesn’t respond and immediately complies with your wish and he starts to go quite a bit faster. You hadn’t realized how vocal you were before but you let out a moan every time he would fill you back up.

“Quiet lovely, we don’t want to wake anyone.” He says lowly to you as he holds himself over you. You can’t help the noises you are making. He immediately comes down to kiss you and you just moan into his mouth. “It is so sexy how vocal you are for me.”

“God you’re so good,” you are completely breathless. Your breath catches every time he pounds into you. Jungkook had picked up his pace quite a bit. “I’ve been missing out.”

“So have I.” He then switches up his pace to slower but hard thrusts. “I saw you dancing earlier. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Oh yeah?” You open your eyes to meet his gaze. “What were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how good it would be to be doing this.” He thrusts into you hard, causing you to Yelp a little. He presses his forehead to yours. “How good it would feel, to have your pussy wrapped around me. To pound into you and make you moan my name.”

You could feel heat spread completely around your body at his words.

“Why didn’t you come dance with me then?” You wraps your arms around his back.

The thought of him watching you dance and how you wanted someone to dance with makes your heart flutter.

“I didn’t know if you would want this.”

“Well, I can’t get enough now.” You stutter and he chuckles.

“God me too.” He starts to pick his pace back up again. Leaving soft kisses all down your neck as he continues. He pumps in and out of you’re a few more times.

Jungkook then comes to a complete halt and pulls out of you and you look at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Get on all fours.”

“What?” You widen your eyes.

“Get on all fours.” He has a force behind his tone, that sends a fire through you.

You immediately turn yourself over and you place yourself on your knees and hands but you feel Jungkook’s hand on the upper part of your back and he presses your shoulders so your face in the bed. Your ass is completely in the air exposed for him. You feel both of his hands run over your ass before you feel his hands make impression on both sides of you and you can feel his pelvis pressed against yours. He hasn’t positions himself to enter you yet.

“Is this alright?”

You nod your head. It was more than okay.

“Come on darling. I need to hear your voice.”

His voice makes your core clench around nothing.

“Yes.” You make sure your voice is clear.

“Good girl.”

He than positions himself back at your entrance and before you can think he has pushed himself all the way back into you. This position is a completely different pleasure. Your nails are digging into the sheets around you. Jungkook places his hands on top of yours as he begins to rock himself into you. You immediately yelp at the new sensation. Jungkook slowly picks up the pace again and you could tell that he didn’t have much left in him but he wanted to ride you out to your orgasm first.

“Jungkook, its so fucking good.” You moan and breathing heavier then before. You loved how much control he had taken over you.

“Good.” He moans. Just continuing his pace and he releases your hands to hold onto your hips and rocks you into him.

This made you let out small screams which would have been louder if you weren’t face first into the bed. You hadn’t had someone fuck you like this in a while. The way Jungkook was rocking into you was bringing you to your second orgasm faster than you had expected.

“Jungkook- fuck- I’m going to cum.” You whine. You were ready to release.

“Oh come for me darling. I want to feel you around me.” He

He reaches his hand down to rub your clit while he continues to pump into you. This brings you to your edge even faster. You feel the heat in your stomach completely release for the second time that night. Jungkook continued to ride you out through it one more time with a few more pumps. He knew you would be sensitive soon so he thrusts quickly. You whimper and the over stimulation but he quickly let’s go. You can feel the condom fill up in you and Jungkook leans over still inside of you.

You both are breathing heavily, and Jungkook slowly pulls himself out of you. You allow yourself to completely fall into the bed. You were spent. Hours of running around and drunk and getting fucked, you were done.

Jungkook discarded the condom in the garbage in the bathroom and he cleaned himself off. He then came back into the room and slipped his boxers back on. You could slowly feel sleep was slowly going to overtake you soon. You felt Jungkook place himself in the bed next to you. He pulls the blanket up and places it over you. You slowly turn yourself over to face him, you were sure you were completely fucked out.

“Hi.” You quietly say.

Jungkook begins to stroke your hair softly.

“Hi.” He smiles at you.

“I don’t have the brain power to put words to what we just did.” You giggle, and Jungkook laughs at you a little.

“That’s okay. You need to go pee before you sleep though and take off your make up.”

You groan because you know he’s right.

“Fuck.” You slowly drag yourself up. You realize you are still fully naked. “I’m naked.”

“Yeah- here.” Jungkook reaches to the ground and grabs his shirt. “You can put this on.”

“Thank you.” You basically just drape his button up over you, you don’t even bother to button it.

After you’ve gone to the bathroom, you slowly slump your way back to the bed with Jungkook’s shirt barely hanging on you. He just stares at you, with an expression you can’t quit place.

“I’m so tired.” You could feel yourself slowly falling into complete crying exhaustion.

“Come lay down.” He reaches his hand out to you.

You gladly accept it. You completely collapse next to him. You feel him pull you into him. He begins to rub your back and feel yourself falling victim to the warm heat of his body. It was so nice and welcoming.

“Wait!” You shoot up, your eyes weren’t even open and you make Jungkook jump.

“What?” He sits up with you.

“Don’t we need to talk about this?” You were barely getting your words out, Jungkook just turns your head to him and he places both of his hands on either side of your face and kisses you so gently.

“We will, not tonight. You are exhausted. Just sleep now.” He slowly moves you back to a laying position. He also buttons the top few buttons on the shirt.

“Okay.” You sigh, “We will talk tomorrow.”

You fall back into Jungkook’s warmth and sleep completely over took you.

To pick back up, you didn’t give your friends the explicit details of what happened. You explained just up until after you kissed the first time and just said that you slept together.

“So, you slept together and then what?” Jimin looked confused between the two of you, “Did you guys talk about it? Did you guys go on a date? What happened?”

“Yeah, like you guys just hooked up? Or what?” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Nothing happened.” You said, blankly.

“Yeah.” Jungkook spoke up, “That was it, we didn’t talk about it. It just was what it was.”

You both were looking at each other, even though both of you knew if was way more intimate than you had explained to your friends at all. You never knew why you and Jungkook had never talked about what happened.

“That was two years ago now?” Cece asked.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“We’ve probably hung out like a few dozen times since then?” Tae points out.

You knew this and Jungkook knows this, its just never come up.

“We just never acknowledge it. None of you guys knew, so there wasn’t anything to be weird about.” Jungkook coughed.

“So now can you all let it go?” You stand up from your seat. “Don’t some of you have work in the morning?” You look around the room.

“Y/N is right. As much as I love you all. I do have to kick you all out.”

With that everyone gets up from their spots and everyone begins to help Tae clean up around his house. Luckily it was only just a little past midnight and you could get a good nights sleep, not that you had anything else going on. Some of the others had to head out immediately but you didn’t want to leave Tae with all the work. You cleaned a up a bunch of cans and drinks that hadn’t been finished and brought them to the kitchen to dump them out in the sink. You heard someone come in behind you and you assume it’s Tae.

“Hey is there-…” You turn around to be met with Jungkook who was putting some trash in the bin.

“Hi.” He smiles at you.

“Hi.” You give him a polite smile back.

You nervously turn back around and continuing emptying drinks down the drain. Being alone with him felt very vulnerable now after just laying it all on the table for your friends. You were trying to think as why to why the two of you never spoke after that night. It felt like much more to you then just a night when it happened.

You went back to strangers after that night so quickly.

You felt a hand brush against your back and it makes you jump out of your skin.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jungkook appeared next to you. You looked at him for a moment before looking away.

“You’re fine. I am just jumpy.” You smile and you continue to empty drinks.

He was silent just standing next to you for a moment.

“You didn’t have to tell everyone you know.” He spoke quietly.

“Oh I didn’t care. It was a long time ago Jungkook. If they want to know then it’s no harm done.” You shrugged, because it really didn’t bother you.

“Okay, you just seemed weird when you finished.” He looked concerned.

“I promise I’m not bothered.” You begin to wash your hands after dumping the drinks.

Jungkook begins to walk away from you before you hear him stop.

“Hey why didn’t we talk that next day?” You could feel his eyes on the back of your head.

You were confused.

“You left don’t you remember? You were gone the next morning.”

You were unpleasantly woken up light streaming in from a tiny crack in the curtains. Your brain was beating on the side of your skull. You lift your hands up to rub the sides of your skull. You regretted drinking so much the night before. You slowly sat up in the bed and felt a cold chill run over you. You rub your eyes and look down to realize that you were still completely naked from the night before.

“Oh god.” You muttered to yourself as it all came flooding back to you.

You glanced next to you and the bed was empty to no surprise. Jungkook must have slipped out at some time. That was okay, you hadn’t expected him to stick around.

You would have hoped you could have talked to him this morning though.

You grabbed your phone and luckily it still had a little charge. It was almost 11 in the morning. You also had several notifications from your group chat that everyone was in Tae’s room for breakfast. You set down your phone and pulled over your bag to throw on your change of clothes you brought with you. Your feet felt extremely heavy underneath you and your heels were painful to walk on.

You swung your door open and slowly dragged yourself to Tae’s room that was just a few doors down from you. The door was opened a bit, you let yourself in and it wasn’t a super loud morning. Your friends also looked like complete trash and exhausted from the night before. Everyone had just as dark of eye bags as you and were barely eating any of their food.

“Well don’t we just look like a barrel of fun.” You say, and everyone turns to see you.

Everyone greeted you with grunts and moans.

“Morning.” Taehyung waved to you, he was laying on the couch completely curled up into himself. You came and sat right next to him. “Help yourself to the food, I know I certainly can’t.”

He had some aspirin and water sitting in front of him. Jimin was sitting in one of the chairs and Yoongi was on the floor. Some of the others were sprawled onto Taehyungs bed.

No Jungkook.

“I thought you left this morning,” Yoongi turned to you, “We hadn’t heard anything from you all morning.”

“No I was also just waking myself up from death. I am probably not going be able to keep anything down this morning.” You lean over on Tae’s shoulder, you could feel the pounding in your head slowly returning.

“Do you need me to get you some aspirin?” Jimin glanced over to you, he seemed perfectly fine out of the most of us.

You nodded your head and you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him and he went across the room to get it. You had taken the opportunity to look around the room as well. Jungkook was nowhere to be found amongst everyone. You sighed in disappointment, you hoped he was okay. Hopefully he didn’t get sick in the night.

Jimin came back with a glass of water and two pills for you.

“Hey we are missing a few of us.” You say to Jimin, if anyone would know it would be him.

“I know Jin and Cece are still in their own rooms, completely passed out I am sure. Than I’m actually not sure where Jungkook ran off too. I think he might of left. I think he had some things he had to finish this morning.” He took his place back into his chair and fell back into his phone.

“Oh, okay.” You also pull out your phone to see if maybe he had left you a text.

Nothing.

“Jungkook asked about you too this morning.” Tae grumbled next to you as he curled into himself.

“Oh yeah?” You tried not to sound too eager.

“Yeah he was just making sure you were alright. None of us had seen you yet so no one was sure.” Yoongi added.

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed

“I realize now I maybe could have reached out to you but you just left. So I took that as an answer that maybe you hadn’t wanted to talk.” You folded your arms over yourself and you were leaned against the counter. Jungkook had placed himself leaning against the fridge straight across form you.

“I did want to talk though.” He spoke up.

“Then why did you just leave?” You look at him confused.

“Everyone had told me you had left.” He stood straight up, “I went to breakfast too. I must have been earlier than you but I went to breakfast. Taehyung said he hadn’t seen you and Yoongi told me you had left.”

“Well like I said I was still passed out.” You rub the back of your neck. “Well wouldn’t you have known I was still around if you had stayed in my room?”

“Well no, I didn’t want to make anything weird so at about 8 I went back to my room before Jimin could wake up. Figured we didn’t need him asking questions.”

You laugh at him with a little pity.

“You must have only gotten like three hours of sleep.” You sigh.

“It was worth it.” He smiled, “I think maybe this can all be chocked up too we were both stupid and didn’t communicate well.”

You nodded.

“Why didn’t you text me or something?” You still found yourself lost, it would have been so easy to reach out.

Again though, you didn’t reach out either.

“Well, I think I thought you had left because maybe you were embarrassed by it all. So I left it alone.”

You both just stared at each other for a moment. You kind of realized how stupid it all sounded. That you both just assumed that the other didn’t want to talk about what had happened. That you both just sat on some unspoken confessions for two years now. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you had that night pop into your head many times. It hurt even more that possibly you had been feeling the same way but still acted like strangers.

“We are kind of stupid aren’t we.” You smile to yourself.

“Maybe.” He laughs a little, “But like you said that was a long time ago.”

Taehyung and Jimin then round the corner to the kitchen laughing about something before they both come in sight of both of you.

“Woah guys keep your clothes on.” Jimin jokingly covers his eyes, “Can’t leave you two alone anymore.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You shove Jimin’s shoulder, and he laughs.

“Tae is there anything else we can help clean up?” You look over to him but he waves you off.

“No, you guys can go. I am not too worried about it too much.” You pat your pockets to make sure you’ve got everything.

“Are you sure? I can stay a bit” You wanted to make sure you weren’t leaving him with a ton of work.

“Yeah we can help if we need.” Jungkook added.

“No, go home guys. Though I will see you on Saturday though right Y/N?” Tae pointed his finger at you and you nodded.

“Yes, I might be late but I will be there.”

“That reminds me,” Tae turned to Jungkook, “I hadn’t asked you yet if you wanted to join us for drinks on Saturday.”

“Yeah I’m sure I could be there.”

After that you said your goodbyes. Jimin was staying the night and Tae’s because he had been drinking just a bit too much. You and Jungkook just left together in silence. You weren’t sure what you wanted to say to him now.

When you both got outside of Tae’s building you were both greeted by a cold gust of wind.

“Jesus it’s freezing.” You wrap your arms around yourself.

“Yeah, are you parked too far?”

“No my car is right here.” You had gotten a space right in front of Tae’s place luckily.

You go to unlock your door to your car.

“Hey Y/N.” Jungkook had appeared next to you.

“Yeah.” You take a moment to look up at him.

“Can we not do the stranger thing anymore now?” He asked so softly, he had what looked like a little sadness behind his eyes.

“Yeah, I would like to not have to do that anymore.” You smile.

“Good.” He took a few steps backwards away from you. “Have a goodnight.”

“Yeah you too.” You gave him a small wave before rushing into your car.

You get your car turned on to help heat yourself up. You watch out your front mirror, Jungkook disappearing down the street. You hoped he didn’t have to walk to far to his car. You genuinely did hope that this would open up that door for you two to actually spend more time together. That was your original plan in the first place. For one thing you didn’t imagine you would be telling everyone you had slept together, but it did feel like a wall was lifted between the two of you. You hoped you could spend more time together after this.

*A Few Nights Later*

“Please.” Whine, you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him into you. “Jungkook please.”

“So greedy.” He smirks, “Don’t worry I will give it all to you. It’s just so hot seeing you beg for it.”

You immediately shot up from your bed, feeling almost breathless as you shook yourself awake.

You had never dreamed about that night before.

Your entire body felt hot and sweaty. You had felt some heat pooled in between your legs. You could almost laugh at yourself even though no one was around to see you. You shook your head and tried to clear your mind before trying to sleep again.

Your mind went back to Jungkook again.

You had found yourself thinking about him for the past few days. You both had started texting each other a little bit more than usual but it wasn’t anything crazy. Just small conversations here and there. He would send you something funny on instgram or from tik tok. You both were just being friendly. You had caught yourself smiling seeing his messages a few times too. It was all a little confusing as to how to go about all of this.

You obviously still found him very attractive, and funny, and kind.

His eyes still had that starry look too them as you had seen many times before.

You felt your phone buzz next to you. You pulled it out from under your pillow to see, funny enough, a text from Jungkook.

JK: asdncjdsi.

:what? lmao

JK: Sorry, didn’t mean to send that.

JK: Hi

:Hi? It’s three in the morning.

JK: I actually just woke up… randomly.

:Why don’t I believe that?

JK: you’ll just have to trust me

:So you thought texting me would help?

JK: Maybe… do you have a good bedtime story you could tell me?

:It’s called shut up and go to bed

JK: Hmm, not familiar with that one… care to share?

You roll your eyes and put your phone down, so you can try to go back to sleep yourself. You felt your phone buzz again, and you pick it up once more.

JK: Why are you awake?

You sighed. Unfortunately, he was the culprit.

:Fanaticizing a life where you don’t text me at three in the morning

JK: Awe you were thinking about me?

:Go away

You set your phone down again and allow yourself to try to fall asleep again. This time Jungkook really did leave you alone.

Tae had come over to borrow some stuff from you the next morning and he ended up lounging at your place for most of the day.

You liked to binge movies together every so often and he had just decided today was one of those days. You both also just chatted through the movies most of the time, Tae probably had been your closest friend since you graduated, and since the beginning of college really.

There really wasn’t anything you two hadn’t shared with each other.

You felt bad though because for most of the day your brain had been a bit of a fog, you hadn’t even noticed he had been chatting at you for the last five minutes.

“Y/N?” Tae had kicked you in the shin from the other side of your couch and you jumped.

“Ow.” You looked up at him and then threw a pillow towards him, “What the hell?”

“I’ve been talking to you!” He looked a little upset at you, and you retreated back under your blanket a bit.

“Oh… sorry. My mind is just not here right now.” You sigh and you kind of get yourself to focus back on the present again.

“You have kind of been that way all week. Is everything alright?” He sat up straight so he could listen to you and he placed his chin in one of his hands to lean on.

“I’m fine. Work has just been a lot and I haven’t been sleeping super well.” You rub your eyes.

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” He looked genuinely concerned, heat spread all over your cheeks and you were sure you turned red. You knew you couldn’t tell him why you weren’t actually sleeping.

You would never hear the end of it.

“It’s nothing.” You look away from him. He kicks you in the ankle again. “Stop doing that!”

“Tell me! Stop hiding from me!”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not hiding!...I just have been-…” You trail off and mumble under your breath a little.

“You have to speak up I didn’t understand what you said.” Tae held a hand to his ear jokingly.

“No because if I tell you, you won’t shut up about it.” You furrow your eyebrows and fold your arms over your chest.

“I promise I won’t do that. Now tell me!”

You didn’t believe him.

“I’ve been having… dreams.”

“Sexy dreams?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Sorry, continue.”

“I have been having dreams…” You pause for what felt like an eternity, “About Jungkook.”

Tae looked like he had to take a second to process before he took in what you had said. His eyes then went wide and excited almost like a child.

“You’re totally in love with him.” He smiled widely at you, you covered your face away from him.

“I’m not in love with him! I’m just confused by sexy feelings.”

“Awe so your coochie wants him?”

“Please never talk about my coochie again.” You give him a disgusted look and he laughs at you.

“Hey,” He took a little bit of a more serious tone, “Why didn’t you ever tell me what happened between you two?”

You let out a long sigh, you didn’t even have a good answer for this.

“I don’t know if I’m being honest.” You sat up straight on the couch and pulled your knees to your chest, “I think maybe I was embarrassed because it got so weird after that between me and Jungkook and we hadn’t even had the chance to talk about it. When we all hung out the other night was the first time we had even addressed it since it happened.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah… now that it’s all unpacked. So all the feelings I was supposed to process two years ago got to be put on display in front of all of our friends. So now I am just in a fog.”

“Have you and Jungkook talked since the other night?”

“We briefly talked after, it turns out all of this was just a big miscommunication.”

“So he regretted sleeping with you?”

“No the opposite actually, apparently he also wanted to talk about it after it happened but it was just like… a missed connection. We both got some wires crossed and thought that neither of us wanted to talk about it… so we didn’t.”

“That… sucks. So you two probably totally could have ended up getting together?”

“Maybe… I have no idea now.” You got up off the couch and you walked to the kitchen to get yourself some water. “I didn’t want to give you guys the explicit details of what happened that night but it felt like much more than just fucking each other.”

“How so?”

“It seemed like we were supposed to start something. It felt like the start of something.. because to be honest it was so intimate. It was much more making love than just a hook up.”

“That’s like kind of stupid cute if you ask me. Why don’t you go for it now? I’m surprised you didn’t. You both had confessed to each other that you had found each other attractive.” Tae shrugged and you chewed on your bottom lip.

“The thing is, is that I have no idea if that’s something he even would want.” You could feel yourself start to way over think this.

“Well have you asked him about it?”

“No.” You said in a mono tone voice.

“You’re an idiot.”

You roll your eyes at him, he was right though. You come back with your glass of water and sit back next to him on the couch.

“We have been texting though, just little things here and there.” You smile to yourself.

“That’s a good start.”

“That doesn’t mean he would want to be in a relationship with me.”

“I think you are putting a lot of pressure on yourself to make something happen. Just be casual and if it happens then it happens.” He pats you on the shoulder and he was right.

You sighed to yourself and you just tried to let it go for now. You just had been having a hard time getting it all out of your head. It was nice to finally have people know what happened so you could openly talk about how you felt about it all finally. You could imagine Jungkook probably wasn’t thinking about it all that hard. You just couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Can I ask…” Tae leans into you like he’s telling you a secret, “Was he good?”

“If I tell you will you let it go?” You eye him and he nods and gives you a thumbs up. “If I had to be honest, it is probably the most electrified I’ve ever felt in my life.”

Tae dramatically sighed away from you and you smacked him in the shoulder.

“The most electrified? You’re telling me you didn’t go back to him screaming?”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Well I’m glad you told me. Now I can come up with my devious plot to get you two together.” Tae gave you a devilish grin. You gave him a pointed look.

“Tae, seriously don’t meddle. Jungkook and I are just starting to like actually talk and I don’t want to mess it up.” You start to pick at your nails between your hands.

“Fine. I promise I won’t meddle.” He looked disappointed, “I will say, you two just randomly hooking up with each other is not something I ever saw coming.”

“How so?” Not to say you disagreed with him.

“I didn’t think you two hated each other but I didn’t think you even cared that the other existed. You two never really spoke, in all the time I’ve known you both.”

“It’s funny because it turned out we both had this secret mutual attraction to each other.” You smiled to yourself, recalling your conversation.

“Did he tell you that he was going to ask you out like way back in our sophomore year?”

“Yes actually. He said you said I didn’t seem like I was in the place for a relationship.” Which if you remember correctly was true, you were in the middle of some serious classes and you had just wanted to completely focus that year.

“Now I’m mentally cursing myself for not letting him go for it. I mean who knows what would have happened.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“If it had worked out it probably would have saved me a lot of heart break.” You cringed thinking about your relationships you had through college.

“Yeah, you dated some losers.” Tae poked you, you couldn’t say you disagreed.

You two just stayed there for a while and watched more movies, Tae really helped you think it all through, but you still weren’t sure what you wanted to do about Jungkook. It was nice to get it off your chest and talk about it.

You had found yourself out on Saturday. Once again, the whole crew once again head out to destroy the town. You had shown up a little late to the party, everyone had met up at a club, you had some work from home you had to finish up before you could meet up with everyone. The immediate air you were met with was human and sweaty from so many people dancing. Saturdays were usually busy but this was the busiest one you had seen here in a while.

Jin had texted you earlier and said that they had gotten a booth somewhere towards the back of the club, you dreaded the thought because it meant you were going to have to push your way through the dance floor to get to it.

The music in the middle of the room was much louder than the other areas, so much so you felt like you couldn’t hear yourself think. There were people packed wall to wall basically, the bar had people lined from end to end. You wouldn’t have thought it was some sort of specials night how many people were here. You still were just trying to push through people on each side of you.

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder behind you and your instincts immediately kicked in and you turned around to be face to face with Jimin.

“You made it!” He beamed at you with a huge smile on his face, he immediately pulled you into a hug. He smelled like he had already had a few drinks and possibly had been dancing for a while.

“I finally made it!” You yell back to him, “Where is everyone, I have been trying to push my way through.”

“I’ve got you!” Jimin takes your hand into his, “Jungkook come on!”

Jimin waved behind him, Jungkook had seemed to have gotten caught in a conversation with a blonde. He politely pulled himself away from her, when he made direct eye contact with you. He seemed to completely light up when seeing you. So did you.

You both had been talking more and more every day. You hadn’t seen him since the week before, so it was nice to finally hang out for the first time, not as strangers.

“Hi.” You smile at him. He makes his way over to you and Jimin.

“Hi.” He basically had to yell back to you, over the people around you that are cheering for the dj.

“We are heading back to the table!” Jimin pops up in between the both of you. Jimin still head a crushing grip on your hand.

Before you can get another word in, Jimin is dragging you through the crowd. You almost stumble over yourself. You look back to Jungkook and you reach a hand out to him to follow, he reaches and grabs your hand and also begins to get dragged along by Jimin.

He laces his fingers in between yours. Jungkook catches up behind you pretty quickly, he follows right behind you, not letting go of your hand.

You eventually come to a clearing off people but come to a few tables piled close to a booth. All of your friends piled around it.

“Look who’s here!” Jimin shouts to everyone. Tae immediately comes up from the table to come hug you.

You break your hold on Jungkook’s hand.

You were greeted by everyone variously. You were glad to see that everyone had seemed to make it out this time. It’s been a while since everyone was out at the bar together. It gets harder to go out as you all get busier. Being an adult is a total rip off.

You found yourself being pulled into sitting in the booth next to Tae and Yuna was sat on the other side of him.

“You both made it just in time for shots.” Tae bounced next to you. “All on me.”

“Both?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah Jungkook just got here too.” Jimin said pulling up a chair at the end of the table. Jungkook was stood talking to Namjoon.

“You guys gotta catch up.” Yuna cheers.

A moment later a waiter comes by with a whole platter of shots ready for everyone. He distributes one to everyone. On a three count everyone downs them, having it be your first shot of the night it burns going down.

“Here mark it.” Tae gives you the pen that is in his shirt. You figured it was a good idea since you had no idea how much you were going to drink. You mark the one tik mark on your wrist.

A hand from next to you plucks it from you.

You look next to you that Jungkook had fallen into the place next to you. He took the pen and also made a mark on is wrist.

“Hey stranger.” He looks up to meet your gaze.

“You gonna try to out drink me tonight?” You eye him. He laughs a little.

“That’s not hard too do, you’re a light weight after all.” He teases. “Although I think Tae already has all of us beat.”

You glance over to Tae who you knew already had to at least been five in, sure enough when you check his wrist he has five little tick marks.

“You need to be careful friend.” You poke Tae’s arm and he waves you off.

“You’re not my mom!” He pouts, and you roll your eyes at him.

You turn back to see Jungkook was talking to Yoongi who was standing at the end of the booth, and feel Tae lean in next to you close to your ear.

“Yes Tae?” You give him a side eye and you can already see the smile on his face.

“You going to go for it tonight?” He tries to whisper but luckily is mostly drowned out by the music so nobody else heard.

“I’m not planning to do anything.” You push his face away from you and you laugh.

Some of the others began to break away to go dance. You were certainly not the best dancer but you did like it when you were only surrounded by your friends who also could not dance very well. You probably needed at least another drink in you before you could have to courage to head out there.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You try to say loudly and you shoved Jungkook a little bit, He immediately lets you out of the booth. You trot your way over to the bar and you just order yourself a AMF, it had a lot of alcohol so you would be able to get some courage running through you to dance here soon.

After a minute the bar tender hands you the drink. You weren’t sure how many tik marks you were going to need to add to your wrist when you got back to the table. You turned around and leaned against the bar to glance back at your friends. Your eyes immediately fell on Jungkook who had been showing Tae something on his phone, and they both seemed pretty amused by it. You took a moment just to take in Jungkook.

He had some of his hair tied back into a ponytail, he had a black jean jacket just over a tee shirt and he had some baggy pants on. He still looked incredibly good. You had never taken in his style before, it was unique to him. Definitely made him seem like he was a emo kid when he was younger probably. You were also dressed in all black though so you could argue the same thing for yourself.

Cece and Sana bust their way out of the crowd and immediately come to where you are standing at the bar.

“Come dance with us!” Cece tries to drag you but you pull your hand away from her.

“Not yet, I would rather embarrass myself when I have finished this whole thing.” You had maybe drank a quarter already but it hadn’t hit your system just yet.

“Come on no one will even be looking at you!” Sana says, she leans over the bar to order something for herself. The bartender just hands her a shot of tequila. “Unless you’re waiting to dance with someone.”

Sana wiggles her eyebrows, and her eyes point to Jungkook, Cece giggles next to you.

“I am not waiting for anyone.” You say very directly, but you are trying to hold back a smile.

“Hey, at least you got to hit that. I’m jealous.” Cece leans an arm on you and you both almost lose your balance.

“Why don’t you go get him then?” You say, but it leaves a bad taste on your mouth sending your friend after him.

“One, I’m not here to get in your way. Two, he’s definitely not my type. I see what you like him though with the whole dark aesthetic thing going on.” She smiled at you, you liked how cool she was about it.

“I’m just here to hang out with my friends. I’m not looking for anything to happen.” You knew both of them were eyeing you but you kept your eyes to the ground.

“Well, if you do change your mind, I would do it soon.” Sana points back to the table, where you see someone had already come over to talk to Jungkook.

“You may have never noticed because you weren’t paying attention before probably, Jungkook is always that guy wherever we go.” Sana rolled her eyes and she had also acquired a shot from the bartender.

You thought about what she said and you guess you had never noticed it before.

“Lots of girls will come up and do the touching and the flirting etcetera. He’s a catch, and he’s charming if you hadn’t noticed.” Cece added, “He rarely ever goes for it though, I have only ever seen him actually dance with any of them a few times. If that helps.”

Cece winks at you but you shouldn’t let any of it bother you. He doesn’t owe anything to you not to flirt back or go dance with any of them.

“He’s a grown man, he can do what he wants.” You then felt yourself sucking nothing out of your straw from your drink. You hadn’t realized you had sucked the whole thing down. You were going to be fucked up faster than you had anticipated.

The girl who was with him had pulled herself up a chair, she was doing all the moves she could to elicit some physical contact with him. He seemed to be having a nice conversation with her though. He didn’t seem like he wanted to retreat from her. He was more than allowed to go dance with her if he wanted, she was very pretty. He seemed to make her laugh about something.

Before you had the chance to look away though, Jungkook caught your line of sight.

His eyes softened at the sight of you. He still had such lovely eyes. You turned your gaze down though. You set your drink down on the bar.

“You know what, I think I am ready to go dance.” You smiled.

“Yay!” Cece cheers and she takes your hand into yours and the three of you pile into the crowd in front of you.

You could tell the alcohol was starting to hit your system. So, you wouldn’t really have to think about what you looked like or danced like. Even though you knew you were terrible.

You seemed to dance for what felt like a long time. You didn’t bother to move around too much. Song after song you Cece and Sana would just mostly be jumping and screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs. Again it was mostly you just jumping around and the it all was feeling like a blur because of the lights and the fact you could barely hear yourself. You found yourself spinning in circles a lot, because it felt like you were just free.

Sana had eventually gotten Namjoon and he joined us in our little dance circle. He was just vey large and didn’t know how to move his body very well but he made it a very enjoyable time. You had also spotted Tae and Jimin dancing with people here and there but they had been doing there own things.

You were quite buzzed but not drunk for sure. Everything just felt jiggy and good and you felt a little invincible.

Eventually everyone needed a little break and so the three of you giggled your way our of the crowd with Namjoon following in toe behind the three of you. You were all stumbling a little but you were able to get yourself back on your feet okay. You figured it might be a good time to sit down and rest. Once you had cleared your way back to the table you found Yoongi and Yuna at the booth alone.

“Where did everyone else go?” You huffed as you plopped yourself down.

“Mostly everyone is on the dance floor now. Jungkook is getting me a drink. Some guy has been creeping on me so I didn’t feel good going up.” Yuna said.

Cece slid in on the other side of the booth of her, and Namjoon and Sana took the seats on the end of the table.

“Wow what a gentlemen.” Cece teased wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You glanced over to the bar to see the back of Jungkook’s body faced away from the table. You were having a hard time focusing so you had to lay your head down on the table. Everything was sideways now. Still, you could see that once again some other girl seemed to be chatting with him again, completely different girl from earlier. You sighed heavily and Yoongi took notice.

“What are you huffing about?” he bumped your shoulder. You groaned at the sudden movement.

“Do you think he likes that type of girl?” You stared down at the table.

“If you are talking about Jungkook, than no. He just gets hit on a lot.” Yoongi patted you on the back, “What? Worried your fuck buddy is going to get snatched up from under you?”

“He’s my one time fuck buddy.”

“We’ll see.”

You weakly punched him in the shoulder. You don’t get why everyone was so set on you and Jungkook all of the sudden. You knew they liked to tease you but you felt like everyone was in on something you didn’t know about.

Jungkook than seemed to brush off the girl he was talking too and he walked himself back but his hands were balancing a few drinks. He had such large hands.

You shouldn’t be thinking about his hands.

“Okay, here is your drink Yuna.” He pushed a brightly colored drink in her direction, “Than here are three waters for the party animals.”

“Where is my water?” Namjoon pouted at him.

“You haven’t had anything to drink. I’m not too worried about you right now.” Jungkook pushed a water over to Cece and Sana and then put one right in your face. The side of the cup made him looked all warped and you giggled.

Jungkook caught on to what you could see and he made a funny face, which just looked worse in the glass and you laughed a little. You then felt his hand come up on your back and it made you flinch and sit up straight.

“Are you okay?” He asked, he had a little worry in his eyes. His hand had retreated away.

“N-nothing. You just scared me is all.” You smiled, and his eyes softened. You hadn’t expected him to try to comfort you.

“You should drink some of the water. It’ll help.”

“Water bad. Table against brain, good.” You laid your head back down onto the table again. You wanted to have another drink but considering how many shots were in your AMF you should probably wait a little.

He pushed some hair away that had fallen over your eyes. His eyes were completely locked on you. His hand moved to rub your back and you didn’t protest this time. It felt nice, his hand was warm. You could have almost felt yourself almost begin to fall asleep. You decided to fight the feeling though because you hadn’t even been out that long to feel tired. You sat up enough to take a sip of the water to help fight the feeling. Jungkook’s hand didn’t leave your back. Just rubbing it in light circles.

“Why haven’t you come to dance yet?” You turned to look at him.

“Do you want me too?” He raised an eyebrow to you.

“Yeah, it’s fun! I think you would like it.” You give him a soft smile, you really would like to dance with him. It didn’t have to be bumping for grinding or anything, you just wanted to have a good time with him.

“Here, finish the water first and I’ll come dance. Deal?” He held his other hand to you to shake, you lazily took it and shook it.

“You got a deal, oh I can’t wait to see your dance moves.” You give him a cheeky smile. You took the glass of water and you drank it down pretty quickly. Which cooled you down a ton. You were sure you didn’t smell good, which wasn’t something you were totally keen for Jungkook to experience from you.

“Alright I drank my water. Dance time mister.” You poke him in the chest.

He laughed at you and he got out of the booth and held a hand out for you to help you out. You almost don’t let go of his hand but he pulls it away so he can take his jacket off. He didn’t want to keep it on since it was going to get hot. You give him a wide smile and hold your hand out to him again. He clasped your hand in his, and you began to drag him to the middle of the floor. You had pushed past quite a few people but you made it to a clear spot.

You hadn’t felt it before but your heart was pounding against your chest. You felt like your entire body had been set on fire. You had your hand sit wrapped around Jungkook’s but you hadn’t turned back around to look at him.

You just decided to not think. Don’t put pressure on it.

You turned around and found yourself basically pressed against Jungkook. You gulp hard, don’t think. You basically just went back to what you had been doing before, just yelling the lyrics at the top of your lungs and just jumping around. You took both of Jungkooks hands in yours.

He was completely mesmerized by you, just completely letting go.

He couldn’t help but laugh at you because you would forget some lyrics here and there and mumble though it but at the top of your lungs. You just waved interlocked hands around, you were a little nervous to get closer. Jungkook then took one of your hands and pulled you into him. You lost your breath a little bit.

His eyes had that starry look in them.

You wrapped both of your arms around his neck. You felt both of his hands press into your lower back, closing any space between the both of you. Jungkook took a little control back and sway you both to the music. It felt nice being so close to him. It could have just been the alcohol but you felt your body completely mold to his. Jungkook had moved his head and completely bared it in your neck, it was a little ticklish so you let out a laugh, but he didn’t let you move away from him.

One of your hands had found its way into his hair, you mostly were just feeling it between your fingers. It was soft and you, without even have thought about it, had tugged on it a little. Jungkook lifted his head to meet your gaze, he had a confused expression. He didn’t pull away from you at all.

“Did you just pull my hair?”

You were embarrassed.

“No. Maybe.” You smiled, “Maybe a little.”

You giggled a little bit, completely out of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” You sputter a little bit, Jungkook leaned back down to you, his lips brushing against your cheek.

“I liked it.” He said lowly.

You felt his hands grip on your hips, this made you yelp a little but it was certainly drowned out by the music. His lips grazing against your skin slightly. You send a wave of heat through you. He spun you around so that your back was pressed against him. You both were just swaying with the music and your ass was pressed up against his crotch. You could feel his bulge pressed up against you. He didn’t seem like he was trying to hide it.

Flashes from the night you two were together enter your mind, how he had you in a position where he pounded you from behind. The thought of it was making you act up a little, and having Jungkook’s hands all over you again wasn’t helping.

“Getting a little excited are we?” Jungkook says right into you. You smile to yourself, you were glad it was dark because he can’t see you turn red.

“I could say the same about you.” You say, and he hums into the skin on your neck.

“What do you need?” He pressed a kiss to the skin on your neck and it sends a shiver through you. He leaves a few more kiss down your neck.

“God I don’t know.” You stutter. You feel one of his hands find the skin just under your shirt. He didn’t go any further.

You wanted him. You wanted to experience every little bit of him again. You didn’t want to pass up the opportunity again.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“It’s difficult to say what I won’t let you do right now.” You giggle a little, you feel him smile against your skin. “I’m surprised you even are paying attention to me with all those beautiful women hanging off you earlier.”

“I didn’t want any of them.” He then used his leverage on your hips to spin you around to face him. “I want you.”

“You’re drunk.” You don’t look at him directly. He takes your chin in his hand and he gently turns your head so your eyes meet.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring earlier.”

“I wasn’t staring.” You roll your eyes.

“What were you doing then?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Admiring the lighting.” You sounded completely unbelievable.

“Mhm, well I’ll say I shamelessly was staring at you.” He gave you a soft smile.

Both of your faces had gotten incredibly close now. You were looking between his lips and his eyes. It felt like you were both unsure whether this was the right move. You lean forward a bit and you only brush lips slightly but didn’t kiss. Jungkook does the same in hesitation, but you feel this rush through you and you press your lips against his.

Jungkook’s hands completely press you into him and you place your hands on both sides of his face. Neither take a moment to brake away for air just completely wrapping yourself up in each other. You find yourself smiling through it. You were completely wrapped up in the smell of his cologne. He was intoxicating, everything was feeling even more fuzzy and warm as you were just wrapped up in him.

He breaks away from you for a second. Just to get some air. You both were heavily breathing each other in.

“Y/N!” You hear a voice from behind you. You break your self away from Jungkook to turn to see who it was.

You found yourself met with Tae and Jimin who were walking towards you. You hadn’t seen both of them in a while.

“Hi!” You straighten yourself up, “Where have you guys been all night!”

“Dancing! We were up by the Dj!” Jimin was basically screaming in your face. It made you laugh, because you figured he probably couldn’t hear a thing.

“We were just heading back to the table!” Tae was also basically screaming in your face, you laughed.

“Jungkook!” Jimin screamed and jumped to hug him behind you.

“What were yall doing!” Taehying scared you out of your skin.

“We were uh-…” You felt your cheeks turn red. “We were just dancing.”

Tae didn’t believe you for a second, smirked at you. Then he grabbed Jimins arm pulling him away from Jungkook. “Come on! Let’s go get some water!” Tae gives you a knowing look and you couldn’t help but face palm. “You two have fun!”

Jungkook turns back to you.

“You want to go back with them?” He asks, he takes your hand in his.

“Sure.” You smile at him.

You both start to work your way back through the crowds of people, before you make it back to your table where Jimin and Tae had already grabbed some chairs. Most of the others were back now too, mostly all taking breaks to let their feet rest. You and Jungkook stood at the end of the booth. He had himself placed behind you, so everyone didn’t have to see you both were still holding hands. He had also been running his hand up and down your back.

The night continued on with some more drinks. You had had a few more and so did Jungkook. You had gotten to dance with Tae and Jimin as well. It was nice to just party around with them. You all eventually had all been dancing together and had your friends own little dance party in the middle of the club.

Jungkook stayed with you the whole time, he would steal touches and a kiss or two every so often from you. He was leaving you completely breathless. It all ended a little too soon though, the club slowly came to a close and everyone was kicked out. Everyone slowly piled out the door and into the streets.

“I’m not ready to be done!” Yuna whined and she was hanging off of yoongi’s shoulder.

“Bitch you’re wasted, you need to go home.” Hoseok scolded her, and picked up her other shoulder so Yoongi and him were both basically carrying her.

“Do you guys need help getting her home?” Jungkook asked the two of them, but they waved him off.

Yoongi had only one drink so he was fine to get both of them home.

“I brought my car so if anyone needs a ride, come with me now.” He announced to everyone. Jin and Cece had taken him up on that and they followed them down the street.

“Get home safe!” You yell to them.

You weren’t in the best shape either. All the alcohol had caught up with you hard, Jungkook was the only thing keeping you standing up. You were also uncontrollably giggling.

Tae and Jimin had ordered and uber but they were heading to the other side of town with Namjoon and Sana.

“Hey are you two okay to get home?” Namjoon asked but you weren’t even sure if that is what he actually said.

“Yeah I got us. I have an uber on the way.” Oh yeah you had forgotten you had given Jungkook your address. He was just going to get you back to your place.

You watch as they all pile into the car and give you waves and shouts goodbye. You blew them all a kiss goodbye with a giggle. Jungkook was just holding onto you, making sure you don’t accidentally trip over yourself. You just leaned into him, it was rather cold outside so having the heat of his body on your back was nice. Now that you were both alone you wrap both of his hands up in yours.

You glance up to him.

“Hi.” He smiles down at you.

“I’m very drunk.” You cough a little bit.

“Yes you are, but we are going to get you home.” He starts to push you towards a car that just pulled up.

He opens the door for you and gets you settled in the car. It wasn’t too long of a drive before you had arrived at your place. It wasn’t easy but you got yourselves up the stairs okay. You were mostly laughing and your ticklishness had become heightened to anytime Jungkook went to help keep you on your feet you would just begin laughing.

He had managed to wrestle your keys from you so he could get the door open for you.

He was completely amused by you but it was going to be good to get you to bed.

“Alright here we are.” You stumble past him and raise your arms up in the air to stretch properly.

“Welcome to my house!” You weakly smile at him. He laughs at you. You really hoped you hadn’t left any crap around but you couldn’t remember.

“Thank you, but I have been here before.” He places his hands on your shoulders to start walking to your room.

“No you haven’t” You try remembering when he ever could have been at your house before.

“You hosted new years last year when you moved in.”

It came flooding back.

“Oh yeah, you have been here before.” You open the door to your bedroom, and glory in the sight of your bed. You also thanked yourself that you had actually made it that morning.

You slowly trudged over to it and fell face first into it. Almost immediately you could feel sleep running over you. Jungkook noticed but you still had your shoes and coat all on.

“Hold on.” He sits you up, and you groan at him. “You need to get out of your clothes first. You’ll be way more comfortable.”

“I’m so tired though.” You pout, and he kneels down in front of you and he helps you take off your boots. He doesn’t say anything and he just helps you. Tossing your shoes to the side of the room.

You unzip your jacket and throw it down on the ground. When he gets your other boot off he was about to stand up with you stop him when you place one of your hands on his cheeks. He was really nice to look at. You move his hair back away from his face. At some point he had taken his hair out of the ponytail. You smiled at him and you pulled his face into yours, you place a soft kiss to his lips and he reciprocates it. He had his hands placed on your thighs. Every touch was warm and he was so gentle with you.

He pulls away from you.

“Get changed. I’ll get you some water.”

He gets to his feet and he leaves your room closing the door behind him.

You decided it would have done you better to take a shower. It actually wasn’t too late when you had gotten home, so getting all of the club stink off of you would help. It also helped to sober you up quite a bit. You mostly just rinsed off and didn’t wash your hair. You got yourself changed into some sweatpants and a sweater.

You opened your door to find Jungkook just standing in your kitchen. He was leaned against the counter. He had taken his jacket off, and he was messing around on his phone. In front of him were two glasses of water, one you assumed was his and another that had an aspirin bottle next to it.

“Oh my god you are still here.” You whisper shout at him, even though you had no reason too.

“Yeah, I promised Tae that I would make sure you were alright.” He stood up straight looking at you.

“You didn’t have to stay though.” You walk over to him and you take the glass from in front of him and take two aspirin.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t bother me.” He takes a step closer to you.

“Hey if anything earlier wasn’t okay-…” You start but he immediately picks up on what you’re going to say and cuts you off.

“Don’t even. I wanted it too.” He used a serious tone. “Besides, it’s kind of sexy that you were a little jealous.”

“I was not.” You smack him in the shoulder and take a sip of your water.

“Hey, it’s alright. I know I’m irresistible.” He smirks. You couldn’t stand this man.

“Glad to see you’re at least self aware.”

You sit in silence for a bit and he looks back to his phone. You catch yourself staring at him again, you had been observing all of his tattoos that ran up his arm, he had gotten more of the years, his arm was basically full now.

You had to tear your eyes away before it could wander too far. You thought about what he had said earlier, and what Cece said. He really could have anyone or have gotten any person at the club earlier if he really wanted too.

He really was breathtaking.

“What’s going on in there?” He poked your forehead and you brushed his hands away. You guess he had noticed you in thought.

“Just thinking of ways to kick you out,” You turn your back to him, “I think a kick in the ass is my best course of action.”

“Rude, don’t hurt my ass like that.”

“You’re lucky it’s cute, so I might spare you.”

You grab your glass of water and were about to walk back to your room. Before you turn around to look at him, he really didn’t need to stay. It wasn’t terribly late but you wanted to make sure he was also good to make it home.

“Seriously. I’m good now. You don’t have to stay.” You reassure him, “If you need, you can crash on my couch if you don’t feel like heading home.”

“I might actually do that.”

“Yes please.” You go into your room and you take a pillow from off of your bed. You walk back out and you place it on the couch. “Take the couch, or you can have my bed.”

“I’m not taking your bed Y/N. The couch is great.” He comes over to you and he takes your arm into his hand.

His hand slowly trailed down your arm to your hand. You watch his movements and he took your hand into his. It felt nice, his hands were soft and so large compared to yours. Your skin also tingled under his touch. You just let your hands swing together. He then leaned down and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and your cheeks flushed red. He then placed another kiss to where your jaw met your neck, and then slowly down your neck. You sucked in a sharp breath. His other hand reached around your waist and pulled you into him. You let your self just fall into him. You wrapped you other arm around his back.

“Jungkook.” You breathe out. He had begun to suck on a spot you enjoyed. You felt like your knees were going to collapse under yourself.

“Yes darling?” He stopped himself and his breath fanned on your neck.

“I-…” You pause, oh you wanted him bad. “I need you.”

That was all he needed to lift you off of your feet, he grabs underneath your thighs and lifts you up. You laugh a little wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank god.” He whispers, before he walks you to your bed and you fall down together on it.

He immediately presses his lips to yours and you pull so he is laying completely on you. You had completely trapped him and he wanted every part of you. You break away from him for a minute and you pull his shirt above his head. He also helped you pull up yours off of your head and immediately reattached his lips to yours.

It felt exactly like it had before, he felt he was kissing you as if he would never get to again. You couldn’t get enough of each other. You could already tell he was hard through his pants. You also were already wet from him barely touching you, since your underwear was stuck to you.

Jungkook pulls away from you to kiss down your neck and then down the front of your body. He pulls your pants down your legs quickly, tossing them to the side. Before he came back up to be eye line with you. His eyes were dark as he looked down at you, taking you all in once again.

His hand teased you running along the edge of your underwear. It was agonizing, you couldn’t take it so you reach your hand to relieve yourself of some tension. He immediately stops your hand and pins it down next to you has he holds himself above you.

“That’s my job,” He brushes his lips against yours. You whine.

“Please, I need it.” You wanted to him to just fuck you already.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks at you, as he dips his hand down into you underwear to start rubbing you, “Where do you need me?”

You close your eyes and just enjoy his touch, you were already soaked. You moan as he teases two of his fingers at your entrance.

“Do you need me right here?” He leans into your ear and leaves a small bite to you skin.

“Yes.” You moan shamelessly, your hips were wiggling out of your control to feel him.

He presses two fingers into you and already begins to pump them in and out of you. He kisses you and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. You had your hands digging into his back. He used his thumb to rub you while his fingers worked there way into and out of you.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” You break your kiss and you are barely whispering.

“I’ve been thinking about you too.” He hums, “It’s been driving me crazy. It was so hard to resist you when I first saw you tonight.”

“Yeah?” You open your eyes to find he had already been staring at you.

“I wanted you. You looked so good.” His breathing was heavy, “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“I couldn’t either.” You breath hitches in your throat when he adds another finger into you. He just enjoys the sight of you taking pleasure in his touch.

“When your ass was pressed against me, it took everything in me not to take your right there.” His lips brushed against yours again but before you could actually kiss him he pulled away, teasing you.

“I need my mouth for something else.” He kisses you quickly before you feel his fingers leave you, and you whimper.

Jungkook is just standing at the end of the bed and you look up to him and hes sucking off his fingers. It was something you had seen before but it just got you even more wound up.

“I forgot how good you taste.” He says before he lowers himself to his knees pulling your underwear off your legs, and presses his tongue against you.

You felt like you barely got a breath in as his mouth went to work on you. You still craved more from him. You wanted to be filled up with him already. The dreams you had been having about him were making you more frustrated throughout the week. You admitted had to relieve yourself after one of them but it wasn’t the same.

“Jungkook..” you moan.

He doesn’t break away from you and he just hums against your core. He starts to use his hands to help bring you closer. He wanted to eat you out through your orgasm. He looked up at you and seeing your head completely thrown back in pleasure made him just want to shove himself in you right now.

You reached your hands down and gripped onto the back of his head, tugging on his hair which made him groan into you. You were a complete mess and small moans kept leaving your mouth under his touch. His tongue was completely buried into you and one of his hands was rubbing your clit. The sound of him was completely explicit and wet. He was completely devouring you. His tongue kept flicking you right in the right spot and you could feel your orgasm rising quickly.

“I’m-I’m going to cum.” You moan, you were starting to become over stimulated but Jungkook didn’t let up for a second.

He didn’t break away from you as your orgasm completely rolled over you and Jungkook lived in it as he tasted you come all over his mouth. Continued to eat you out through your orgasm, completely cleaning you up before he pulled himself away. You were completely elated.

He stood back to his feet as you sat up on your elbows to look up to him. He placed both of his arms on either side of you before kissing you. You could taste yourself on his mouth and you let out a sigh as his tongue dipped into your mouth.

“How was that?” He pulled back from you and you were a little bit speechless.

“Really fucking good.” You weren’t done with him yet. You also stood to your feet. Your bodies were pressed against each other. You pull his face down to yours but not to kiss him, you leave kisses down his neck.

“God you’re so lovely,” His hand reaches down behind you and he holds onto your ass and pulls your hips into him, his bulge pressing into you.

“What can I do for you?” You ask almost shyly. He picks up on that, he spins you around and presses your ass into him.

“Let me burry myself in you.” He groans, he was ready to completely lose himself in you. He reaches his hand round in front of you to rub you a little bit more again.

You whimper from the overstimulation but it still felt so good.

“I want-“ Your breath catches in your throat, “I want to do something for you though.”

“Just being inside you will be enough. I want to make you feel good. Over..” he whispers and pushes you into him more. “And over again.”

You feel him step back from you and you hear him pull what was both his pants and his boxers off. He wraps both of his arms around you again you feel his dick fully pressed against your ass. Jungkook buries his face into your neck as his hands run all over you again. You turn around and pull him in to kiss you. You grab his length in between you two and you pump it a few times. He groans into your mouth, letting you know that he enjoys it.

You rub over his tip which already had some precum on it. You pump him a few more times before you stop. You wanted to suck him off but you needed him in your so badly.

“I want to sit on you.” His eyes open to meet yours. It felt embarrassing to say but he placed himself on the end of the bed. He didn’t say anything just stared at you with full lust in his eyes.

“Is this okay?” You didn’t want to do anything that wasn’t comfortable for him.

“More than okay.” He wraps your hand in his. He pulls you so you are standing between his legs which are spread open. “I’ve thought about you on top of me many times before.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yeah?” You smiled and placed both of your hands on the back of his neck.

“Getting to have you on top of me is a privilege.” His hands are on your hips and you can tell he is eager for you. You smiled and your press your lips to his and find your tongues way into his mouth. He smiles against you. Before you pull away and bite on his lower lips a little.

He responds with a low moan.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” His eyes lower looking at you.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Shit.” He thinks about it and he hadn’t brought one with him, “I don’t. If I am being honest I had no idea I would need it.”

“You’re fine. I’m on birth control so I’m not worried.” You climb on top of him. His dick pressed against his stomach when you place where your knees want them to be.

“Are you sure?” He wants to make sure you’re positive.

“Yes.” You grab him and you give him a few pumps and his head falls back in ecstasy. You lift your self up a little bit and you positioned him at your entrance. Jungkooks hands found their way to your ass and was gripping you tight.

His eyes were closed in anticipation. You run your other hand through his hair.

“Open your eyes for me.” You whisper.

He complies and as soon as he does you lower yourself down on his length. You mouth falling open in a moan as he stretches you out. You press your forehead against his as you completely take his length in your pussy. He lets out a groan and he squeezed your ass in his hands. Your legs were tense for a moment.

“God I missed this.” He whispers. He moves your hips a little bit for you which makes you gasp.

“Jungkook..” You moan as you lift yourself on him and then allow yourself to fall back down on his length fully and you both moan into each other. He was filling you all the way up to your cervix. You were completely stretched out.

His dick was so warm and twitched inside of you which made you want to scream. It felt so good. Having your skin touching each other. You began moving yourself up and down faster on him and small yelps left your mouth each time. He helped you a little bit moving your ass in just the right way down on top of him. Your head fell onto his shoulder as you were bouncing on top of him.

You couldn’t believe how good he felt inside of you and how easy it was so slide on and off of him. Jungkooks head was completely fall back and his mouth was open and he was breathing heavily at the feeling. He was coming to his climax fast so he slowed you down. Which drove you crazy, the slow feeling of him slipping in and out of you, he would have you completely come off of him and then come back down onto him.

“God, it’s so good.” You moan. Your knees were starting to give up on you but you were enjoying this feeling way too much to leave this position.

“Look at you take me so well.” He groans into your skin.

“Only for you.” You breathe and suddenly he rocks his hips up into you, making you let go of a little scream.

“Oh ho ho,” He chuckles into your ear, “You like that?”

He rocks back up into you again and you moaned, trying to bite down on your lip to hold yourself back.

“Come on, you can scream for me baby.” He grips onto your ass and lifts you off him a little before forcing you back down.

“Jungkook.” You moan, “Pull my hair.”

One of his hands slowly traces up your back slowly before you feel him grip your hair and pull your head back. This causes you to clench around him. You always like it a little rough.

Jungkook places a few kisses up your neck, you could tell he was smiling against your skin.

“You like it when I’m rough with you?” He has a smirk on his face looking at you. All you can manage is a nod but that’s not enough. “You were so eager to use your voice before, I need to hear it now baby.”

“Yes.” You stutter. Your hands were digging into his shoulders. You start to pick up the pace up on top of him once again. His head was twitching inside of you, he was getting close.

“God you feel so amazing.” His words came out a little sloppy, he tries to slow you down because he wants you to hit your climax again. He was hitting you right on your g spot. Every few thrusts he would thrust up into you. He was trying to do what he could to keep his high back.

“I can’t get enough Jungkook. I need more of this.” You stare into his eyes, and he knows what you mean. “I need you.”

“You have all of me.” He kisses you. He just drinks you in for a moment. You were obsessed with having him like this. Underneath you but he was still very much in control.

“You have me too.” You were getting sloppier on top of him, just as you feel your orgasm hit you. You completely come apart on top of him and he takes this opportunity to thrust up into you.

“Use me.” He moaned, “Use me for your high.” He was close himself. Feeling you clenching around him was bringing him to his edge. He wanted you to use every part of him. He was yours.

You keep bouncing yourself on top of him, your high had stopped and you weren’t completely fucked out but you didn’t want to steal him of a good orgasm. You picked up your pace, you feel his head twitch in you.

“Where do you want me too..?” He can barely get his words out.

“Just cum inside of me.” You moan into his ear.

Before he could say anything he completely blew himself up all inside of you. His seed completely filled you up and it felt amazing. You slowly continued riding him through it before he stopped you completely. Dripping down himself.

You look down to see the mess that was between you and smiled. You knew you were going to be sore from being in this position so long but it felt so good. You slowly pull yourself off of him and you both groan from the stimulation. Jungkook falls onto his back on your bed and you walk over to your bathroom to clean yourself up a bit.

After you did what you needed to do, you came back into your room and Jungkook had moved himself up on your bed and he had put his boxers back on. He beamed seeing you come back into the room.

“Come here you.” He got off the bed to come over to you, he immediately enveloped you in a kiss.

He had wrapped both of his arms around you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn’t want to let him go for a second. You kept him as close to you as you could. He pulls away from you and kisses all over your face. They were small little delicate kisses and they made you laugh a little.

“Here let me put my clothes back on.” You push away from him but he doesn’t let go of your hand. “Jungkook!”

He just gives you a wide smile before he lets go of your hand. You quickly put the same sweat pants back on but you find yourself a tank top to put on instead. Once your are fully dressed. You turned around to see he has laid back down in your bed, he’s just smiling at you.

“What?” You look away from him.

“You’re gorgeous.” He was serious.

You slowly climb into your bed next to him and flop yourself down, but before you can do anything Jungkook pulls you into him and places a kiss to your shoulder. You wrap both of his hands into yours.

“Alright,” You start, “We should probably talk about this, this time.”

Jungkook laughs a little.

“Okay. What do you want then?”

“Well I don’t know.” You turn around and look at him. “Because like maybe we should go on like a date or something.”

“Well do you even want too?” He asks seriously, it wasn’t something you had asked yourself whether you just wanted to get your metaphorical dick wet or if you actually wanted something real.

“Well I’m quite sure I do. Do you want to even go on a date with me?” You chewed on your bottom lip.

“Nah you’re not weird enough for me.” He teased you and you shoved him.

“Stop! I’m being serious.”

“I would like nothing more than to actually take you on a date. A real date.” He moves some hair away from your eyes and leave his hand resting on your cheek. “Though I think we have already skipped a few steps in the relationship department.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to still be romanced like anyone else.” You smile to yourself.

“Oh yeah? Romanced?” He pokes you and you laugh.

“Yeah! What’s wrong with that?” You pout.

“Nothing at all,” He leans in and he kisses you, “If that is the trade for getting to be with you like this than I would do all the stupid cheesy shit.”

You couldn't help the smile playing on your lips, it was kind of cute of him to say.

“Shut up.” You cover your face. He pulls your hands away and kisses you again.

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dumb and dumber | jjk

PAIRING. jungkook x reader GENRE. bsf2l, idiots to lovers, ceo!kook sdhjsjds, oc is dumbbb, dumbass x dumber ass dynamic (© @minskpopblog) you get to choose which one is the dumber ass <3 RATING. 13+ WC. 2.7k words NOTES. a fic for you guys in celebration of intokook dot tumblr dot com hitting 1k followers! ty to bestie @bluejaem and @psycho-mocha for beta reading this and hyping me up for this fic <3 pls excuse any typos proofreading is a bitch

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it’s funny, really.

how you and jungkook are cramped in a small space in the corner of his bedroom which overlooks the city from it’s position on the 30th floor instead of lounging in the private pool he owned, or the lavish couches that were in the living space near the mini-bar.

but you guess that was the beauty of your relationship. the same relationship of twelve years that you cherished so much. the same relationship that has unfortunately only ever been platonic.

don’t misunderstand! jungkook was a sweetheart, a lovely person to spend your time with but during the course of your long friendship, you may or may not have developed some lame unwanted feelings for the boy.

okay, who were you kidding. you were madly in love with jeon jungkook, and had been for the past three years.

it was inevitable that you fell for him over the course of your long friendship, his personality was as beautiful as his outer self and you couldn’t stop the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when he randomly held your hand or hugged you tight when you were leaving his place after having gamed for an hour or two (see: an entire night).

you tried fighting it for the better half of a year, but couldn’t help the fact that you would have to face the truth sooner or later. and the truth was that you wanted to be with jungkook, wanted him to kiss you on the lips and take you out on dates.

but that was when you weren’t living in reality, because the real world would never ever allow such a thing.

the starts weren’t aligned that way, and you’d never be able to date jungkook. you had convinced yourself that he would never even think of you that way and wished that the hopelessness would get rid of your feelings for him.

if anything, it made you fall harder for him. made you want him more.

how could you tell him that you would give up anything for him when he asks you for advice to impress a girl he likes almost everyday?

“hey, y/n, i wanna ask you something..” his voice breaks your train of thoughts and you lift your gaze to meet his shining eyes. “yeah?” you hum, adjusting your legs on his lap and shifting yourself closer to the pillow on the cushioned bench. your head is resting against the huge glass window, vehicles moving below you and people scurrying to get to places.

“it’s about her,” oh. her, again. the nameless girl jungkook had been crushing on for an eternity. you never understood why jungkook never told you the lucky girl’s name. you suspected that it was someone you didn’t like but could never figure out who it was that you hated so much that jungkook wouldn’t even tell you if he liked her. “i feel like i’m finally ready to ask her out, do you think i should wait a little longer for us to get closer or just do it?”

you inhale, trying to cover up the way your heart breaks into pieces upon hearing that jungkook was finally going to confess with a tight-lipped smile.

“just go for it, kook.” you rest a hand on his shoulder. despite being in love with him, you were definitely not going to be a bad friend and give him shitty advice for your own sick pleasure.

all you wanted was for jungkook to be happy and if that meant sacrificing your own, well, you wouldn’t hesitate even for a moment.

jungkook’s fiddling with his hands, chewing on his lip and looking everywhere but you. these are the tell-tale signs of him being nervous, and you’re left confused, trying to figure out why he was feeling like this.

“you okay?” you lean in closer, moving around and tucking your legs underneath your thighs as you sit closer to jungkook.

he inhales sharply, looking at you for a moment before he clears his throat, “yeah, um, go for it, you say?” at your nod, his eyes show the slightest hint of worry before he’s speaking his concerns again.

“but what if she doesn’t feel the same and rejects me? i can’t lose her, y/n. i can’t.” you open your mouth to reassure him but he beats you to it.

“what if she starts hating me and never talks to me again? w-what if she- i can’t lose her, y/n, i-“ he breaks down, stuttering as his eyes suddenly turn glossy, and you’re instantly moving over to hug him, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

jungkook sniffles, and your eyes widen, “you won’t lose her, jungkook. stop crying, you’re not this weak. who’d ever reject you?” he lifts his head as if to say something but seemingly decides against it, burying his face in your neck while you rub his back.

you almost cry yourself, seeing jungkook weep over a girl you didn’t know. you hate that you let a part of yourself believe that he’d ever want you the same way you wanted him. but, of course, jungkook would chase after someone a lot more prettier and smarter than you.

but you need to be the responsible one here, you need to comfort jungkook and make it known to him that he was more than enough for anyone.

you couldn’t imagine anybody ever rejecting him, the boy had it all— godly proportions and a handsome face, a near perfect GPA and of course, the money. just the thought of him having his heart broken by anyone makes you see red.

“yeah...yeah, i’m sorry.” he squeezes his eyes shut one last time, pulling away and you trying to blink back the tears on his lashes. his nose is slightly red, and his dark eyes are sadder than ever, mouth forming a slight pout as he tries to hide his face because of the embarrassment of having cried in front of his crush.

yes, you, his crush. but no one knew that.

you think he looks beautiful, giving him one last encouraging smile before slipping back and turning to look out of the window to give him some privacy.

jungkook rubs his face for a few more moments and fixes his hair, licking his lips countless times in the process.

“wanna get some food?” you speak to break the awkward silence, and he nods, getting up and picking his phone up from the stand beside the bench you were seated on. “take-out?”

you smile, “sure.” and get up as well, hoping to get some paragraphs into your novel before eating.

“i’ll ask her out tomorrow then.”

you swear you can hear your heart shatter.

it’s around evening when you hear the doorbell ring, stretching your arms up to get some movement back in your muscles from having crouched in front of your laptop for hours.

you’d just finished typing out one of the final chapters for the novel you were writing and fix your hair, tightening your ponytail and going to open the door.

of course, you weren’t expecting jungkook- he was going to ask his crush out today, so your surprise is evident on your face. “hey, what’s up?” you ask uncertainly but he just smiles, “can i come in?”

“sure.” you step back and let him in, closing the door behind yourself as jungkook makes a beeline for the couch and plops himself comfortably on it.

“weren’t you going to finally confess?” you opt for a teasing tone and settle beside him, leaning back. as you do so, you notice his choice of clothes- an expensive looking shirt with a brand’s logo on it, ripped blue jeans and his trademark david stone boots. his hair is messy, a look you love on him and if you’re being completely honest, you could eat him up right here.

but you can’t. and you hate the fact.

“yeah, i was,” i am. he almost says, but chooses to lean further back into your couch. “so, what are you doing here?” you’re unable to comprehend what jungkook was doing here, smiling awkwardly.

“i wanted to ask you some more questions.” he breathes out, hands on his thighs as he straightens his posture. you raise your eyebrows, finding his behaviour slightly different but this was jungkook and you had long since learnt about his inability to act according to the situation at hand.

“ahem,” he clears his throat, “so- can i get something to drink first?”

jungkook was trying to stall. keyword: trying. he was terrible at social events and always ended up worsening the awkward situations he was put in with his comments.

you’re suspicious but get up to pour him some juice, sniffing as you rack your brain for any occurrence where you may have made jungkook uncomfortable.

“here you go. what’s wrong?” you set the glass in front of him and stare at him, ignoring his attempts to change the topic. “isn’t the weather nice today?”

that’s the last straw. you know jungkook is hiding something and can’t even bring himself to tell you even if he wanted to. you’re upset by the fact that he would even hide something from you. something so big that he’d start getting awkward around you.

“jungkook.” you call him, voice firm and fix him with a hard stare. “tell me. what’s wrong? did i upset you in any way? i’m sure it was-” he cuts you off, “no! it’s not you..” and trails off, a mix of desperation and confusion visible in his brown orbs.

“nothing’s wrong.” he mumbles but you both know it’s false, there’s definitely something different about the way he’s treating you. and you’re going to get to the bottom of it.

“jungkook.” you call out his name once more, voice steady and lay a hand on his shoulder, grip strong yet not too tight. he looks up, finally breathing out loudly. he seems to be having an inner conflict, and you’re waiting for the answer.

his eyes are wide when he looks up, and he seemingly decides something on his mind. “okay, okay.” he says, almost to himself, shutting his eyes and gathering his courage to finally confess to you.

“you know that i like this girl, right? well, let me tell you more about her.”

you don’t know why he’s saying all this, but it hurts nonetheless, hearing him gush over his dream girl right in front of you, unknowing of your crush on him. slowly, you nod, and he continues.

“i’ve liked her for about two years now, and she’s my favourite person in the world. she’s kind, caring and every thing else my ideal type would be. she is my ideal type.” your heart pangs. “her smile always manages to make me happy, and i hope that i’ll make her happy too.”

you don’t know what to say, so you settle for a randomly formed sentence, “oh, good for you.” you try to smile but it’s so restrained that it probably looks fake.

“i love so many things about her,” your mind tunes out the rest upon hearing his words- he loved her. you’re positive you’re going to break down at any given time now, but jungkook could never know about your feelings for him.

no— that would ruin every thing you had with him. and you weren’t ready to risk all that just so you could kiss and hold him, as wonderful as it sounded.

“..and once, she tried making cookies for me but ended up burning her hand. she was mad but it was really funny to me,” he chuckles at the memory and you can vaguely register something similar happening to you over all the thoughts of trying to make up an excuse for the tears in your eyes.

jungkook raises his hand to rub the back of his neck, dopy smile still on his face as he bites his lip cutely. “ah, yeah! she even got scared of a tennis ball once, i had to run in front of her to catch it because she seemed paralysed and i didn’t want her to ruin her pretty face.”

yeah, you remember how jungkook and you had fallen down that day, the image of the bright yellow ball flying your way still vivid in your mind. that had been back in high school— when you didn’t know about your feelings for him and everything was so much easier.

“her favourite subject is math, which i don’t understand how it’s possible. she loves painting her nails and her favourite scent is white musk. her hatred for cereal is something i make fun of on a daily basis and she prefers cold weather over warm.”

jungkook is looking at you now, desperation clear in his eyes and that’s when it hits you. you realise something but you’re far too terrified to admit so you just stay frozen in shock. seeing your face, jungkook continues.

“she’s never had kiwi, but remembers planck’s constant.”

your eyes widen when you realise that jungkook is just listing facts about you at this point, every single one as true as your love for him.

“and- and her name’s y/n.”

he adds softly, and you freeze, hands in his— you don’t remember that happening but it’s still welcomed. jungkook is just gazing at you, eyes holding stars in them as he waits for your next words with bated breath.

“there’s this one guy i’m in love with too..” you start off, voice holding a teasing edge to it and jungkook immediately shuffles closer. “is his name jeon jungkook, by any chance?”

you nod, smile as wide as the ocean and jungkook whispers, “does he have strong muscles and owns a penthouse?” you roll your eyes, and that’s enough for him as he leans in closer.

“can we just skip the formalities? because i’m dying to kiss you.” his low voice sends shivers down your spine. instead of replying verbally, you close the distance between you two, lips landing on his and instantly parting.

you both move in sync, as if it’s natural. you’ve been dying to do this for so long— it feels unreal. jungkook is so good at kissing, lips moulding gently against your own as he lets one of his hands grab at your waist and hold you in a comforting grip.

your own hands wrap around his neck, fingers interlocking with strands of his long, dark hair in your fingers. you can feel him smile into the kiss, pulling off gently as he chases your lips, managing to plant one final smooch against your mouth before moving back.

“add being a great kisser to that list.” he says cheekily, and you pinch his thigh in retaliation.

“why didn’t you tell me before?!” you’re not even able to be fully mad, the kiss had made you feel so dizzy with love for him. “i was scared.” he breathes out, face so close to yours and lips looking tempting. so you do what any other sane human would do and kiss him again, sweet pecks against his mouth that make his heart soar.

“well, i guess we’re both scaredy-cats. i’ve been in love with you for the past three years and never told you.” you giggle, waiting for his reaction.

it’s amusing, to say the least. his eyes widen, jaw dropping in the slightest that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t staring so fondly at his flawless self.

“you- what?” he’s so in shock it’s almost adorable, so you squish his cheeks, much to his chagrin, and coo. “mhm, been in love with your stupid ass all this while.”

“ugh, i hate you.”

“no, you don’t.” you tease, getting up to get yourself a snack. “aren’t you getting late for that date with your crush?” jungkook huffs, arms crossed and walks over to you, arms looping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“well, then, you better get ready, babe. ‘cuz you’re in for a ride.” “am i?” you question, hands resting snugly over his.

“yeah, literally, because we’re going to an amusement park.”

it’s funny, really.

how you and jungkook have been in love for such a long time but never confessed.

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years

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Jeon-Park Angles Of Rotation Pt. 13

Or: The Orbit remains mutual and in effect. Satellite Jeon has been supplanted by the Angles of Jeon-Park Rotation.

You will not convince me that they looked at each other that way in late November and broke up by January so just don't try.

NOW

Let's go over the Rules Of Jeon-Park Rotation ONE MORE TIME for the new kids:

IF the Jeon-Parks are NOT:

Making physical contact OR

Walking or otherwise in motion OR

Performing or Actively Working (being posed for a photoshoot, for example, or in an interview / facing a camera); THEN they will naturally rotate toward each other at an angle of NO MORE THAN NINETY DEGREES.

AMAs LA November 2021, let's have a look:

Okay so note that yes they are working and also walking around on the red carpet and also there is physical contact so it's fine if they're not actually face to face. Happiness intact.

And nice hand on your man's hip, there, Jimin-ssi. Impressive. And some of y'all don't think these two have sex. Three inches farther and there would be a whole other grip going on.

Working. IN front of cameras. Can't really fix their angle properly.

Oh, there, that's better. Cameras be damned the Jeon-Parks are in front of the world and the Jeon half would like you to please note that he has tattoos and also that's HIS MAN and also they ATE the AMAs so suck on THAT. Or he's just... staring at his baby. One of those things. While wearing a very nice ring on the finger that isn't wearing a J. I'm just observing, get off me.

The Park half of the household is similarly inclined while his husband boyfriend speaks. They can get away with this because seven of them have to fit around one microphone but the angle of rotation stands. The angle of incline doesn't count though. That mic stand is SHORT.

So okay, group photos:

Technically they are working AND accepting an award AND being semi-posed so I don't HAVE TO count any of these shots but since I made up the rule I shall count them anyway. No touching above, too much openness in the angle and we get The Corollary Of Inclination.

The Corollary of Jeon-Park Inclination (that I made up) says that

If the Jeon-Parks are kept from completing the Rule of Rotation (by say a Namjoon in the middle or a nosy photographer) they will either:

1. Compensate with a corresponding incline toward each other OR

2. There will be compensatory RBF (Resting Bitch Face) from at least one party UNTIL:

3. The Rule of Rotation or physical contact is restored. Well let's go see, shall we?

They all are giving a little RBF here so it's hard to tell but do note the angle of rotation is already giving Namjoon a less than stellar red carpet experience, unless he's into that. (He.... doesn't look into it)

Jiminie is OVER this shit. He is now tired and Namjoon is IN THE WAY LIKE USUAL DAMMIT but he is also professional. In his defense they all look a little bit over it except Hobi because there's always Hobi, and Jungkook because he thinks he has this rotation issue worked out in his favor. Angle ninety degrees or less? Finger gun!

Success. Just dropped themselves right into that pose which gives them angle of rotation, inclination, and physical contact. It's almost like, IDK, winning an award or four.

I could have gone on but I ran out of image space. Limits are dumb. Anyway that's it that's the whole hypothesis and we continue to test it out regularly, or whenever I get looking at things and go "huh". Thanks for coming to my science fair. Please vote for me for the blue ribbon so my class can get a pizza party at the end of the school year.

#body angles #now we got body angles too #jeon park angle of rotation #rule of rotation #corollary of inclination #i really gotta organize my tags #babe hey babe #what baby #tell jaya to organize her damn tags #hey jaya jungkook would like you to organize your damn tags #there i told her can we go home now #only if we can do some stamp collecting #of course baby i love your interest in philately #yeah well i don't know what that is i just need a new hickey babe #i got you baby #this is why i need to organize my damn tags #shoulder grips peace signs body angles

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mid-weast · 3 years

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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venusguks · 3 years

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— saccharine boy

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook

summary : the new transfer student is a bit strange…

genre : yandere jk, future smut, angst, dark, obsessive/possessive jk

warnings : this includes DARK themes with heavy topics. i dont support this unhealthy relationship dynamic irl. a huge TW for suicide, suicidal thoughts, tendencies, coaxing, themes. this is pure fiction so please know that if you’re struggling with suicidal thoughts, this may be really really horrible to read :(( yn and jk both say shitty things

part 1 of ??

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i loved you before i even knew you

in days fleeting moments, the sun dipped into the ocean, casting a surge of honey waves to engulf the city whole.

it’s vast, golden essence poured through the mid-open windows and into the empty school hallways.

moments before, the laughter of the baseball team dissipated, and those who confessed to the whim of spring filtered emotions had left with tear stained cheeks.

it's empty enough that you can hear your own slip ons click against the floor.

click, click, click.

you walk up the stairs, stopping right in front of the rooftop door.

the rusted knob is cool under your skin, and bracing yourself for the wind, you twist it open.

the wind whisks past you ferociously, as if urging you to turn back. you should've heeded the warning then (how foolish of you not to), but instead, you open your eyes to the tangerine streaks of the sky.

that’s when you see him.

— ❝ hey, do you regret it? ❞

his silhouette wavered beyond the metal railings of the rooftop.

you don’t know why—what had possibly gone through your mind when you spoke. it wasn't your business—you could honestly care less for people like him,

because people like him were the same as you.

despite that, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming, "you're such an attention freak, you know that?! do you really want to be seen that much?"

his head slightly lifted.

would he listen to you? would he care?

because if it were you past that railing right now, you wouldn't stop for anyone.

but doesn’t he see?

if he jumps, right now, right in front of you,

doesn’t he know how much that would break you?

please, the wind swallows your desperation. i’m already broken enough, so please don't make it any worse.

when i muster up the courage like you someday, i need to die without the thought of you jumping in my head.

— ❝ oh, i see… you're scared of me.❞

"there are so many other ways to kill yourself. drowning, the rope—you can jump off literally any other god damned building for all i care—but don't you dare make it this building! don't you dare jump off in front of me."

you saw it, as the wind danced past him, just how lifeless his eyes were

it was as if the sun himself feared him—preferring to quickly drown into the blue abyss rather than be in his mere presence.

"i know this place is terrible—but the janitor is so kind. he's a single father of three children and if you jump, he'd have to break his back scrubbing your blood for hours. he'd come home and put on a happy face despite worrying if his children will turn out like you. so please, for the janitor's sake, deal with haunting this school a different way. your death would affect more people than you’d know, so please.”

he doesn’t move, so hesitantly, as if it would change anything, you quietly add, "ah, he gave me food one time too.”

the boy’s back quivered, and your own trembling heart ached for him—but what you thought was sniffing turned into a loud, hearty laugh

you stood there, dumbfounded as you watched him.

"you're..." he tries to say through his giggles. when he catches his breath, he finally turns to you with the biggest smile.

"you're really stupid."

— ❝ but would it help if i said i've always loved you? ❞

frozen, you can only stand there gaping at him.

"i was just watching the sunset, but your reaction was so funny. you don't know how hard it was not to laugh."

what…?

you blink once, twice—then turning your heel, you begin to walk away.

"h-hey! wait!" he called from beyond the railings. "i'm sorry, okay? i was having too much fun—i didn't mean to scare you. please forgive me."

"scare me?" you scoffed. "kill yourself for all i care. it doesn't have anything to do with me."

— ❝ since that day... ❞

you just blurted it out of spite. you knew it was cruel, you didn’t mean it. you were just so angry. how dare he make a fool out of you? make a joke out of this? in your eyes, he was far more cruel.

“fine then.”

you turn back with a vile glare, but your heart stops as he takes a step back.

the boy hums in viscous amusement when he sees the horror in your eyes. in front of the blazing red of the sun, wearing his wide smile, he resembled a demon.

"forgive me, or i'll let go."

"d-don’t be stupid," you scowl, but you could barely feel yourself breathe.

then, just like that, one of his finger tips leave the metal bar—then another, and another.

you don’t know when you started running or how you even got there, but as soon as you hooked your fingers around his collar, you gave everything to pull him back.

"are you crazy?!" you scream, hot tears trickling down your eyes.

his annoying fit of laughter only angered you more.

— ❝ i loved you before i even knew you. ❞

"like i said, forgive me—and i won't try it again," he chimed in a playful tone.

you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

it scared you, his carelessness.

he scared you.

“okay, okay! i forgive you!” you yell exasperatedly. “god, you—you think this is funny? what the fuck is wrong with you?! you could’ve—just because i—y-you could’ve…r-right in front of me…and i-i…”

"hey, hey..." he chuckles softly, interlocking his fingers with yours through the metal fence.

you refused to look at him, but you could still feel the tingling warmth of his skin. you were close, the bars only stopping at your torso. when you look back at it, you remembered the seeping reality of his beauty.

his voice, his touch, him...

everything he did made you feel so out of control, so vulnerable.

who was he? why did you have to meet him?

"i knew you'd catch me, its fine."

"that's not the point here you suicidal bitch! i mean—what were you thinking? are you out of your mind? i swear to god—if you jumped and i became a suspect of murder, i'd dig up your own grave and kill you again!”

the boy’s eyes widened, shock dancing with his own bemusement. they were the same lifeless brown, but golden specks glimmered in where he looked at you.

finally, he smiles, “you’re horrible.”

you give a viscious glare, but before you can retort something, he continues, his hand trailing up your arm.

"but at the same time, horrible people don’t try to save a horrible person from dying. no, you can’t be horrible,” a cold shiver runs through your body when his fingers brush against your collarbone. “you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you? an angel who saved me…”

he pulls you closer by your neck, his lips barely touching the shell of your ears. your breath hitches, and your knees suddenly feel weak.

“i’d love to ruin you.”

nothing comes out of your mouth.

all you can hear is your heart thumping against your chest. all you can feel is the unbearable heat blooming on your cheeks, and all you can see is him.

finally, his words settle in.

“get the fuck off me you creep!”

— ❝ you're never leaving me, my love. i won't let you. ❞

a/n : i’m so so so sorry if this triggered some people. this may be poorly written as well as i’ve written this YEARS ago. as you might tell, i was suicidal then and i often incorporated that in writing—its a way to get it off my chest sort of. to have relatable characters is something thats always made me comfortable. honestly rereading it again nothing makes sense LOL but i thought i’d continue it just for fun. i hope whoever has come across this is having a lovely and healing day, stay safe starlights <3

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kimthwariru · 3 years

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Namjoon reaction—calling him a ‘friend’ when he clearly has a thing for you

❀genre: smut, a bit of fluff

❀collage au

(This was originally supposed to be a quick reaction but something happened to me and I couldn’t stop writing)

“Look, Jisoo, I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong” you flash a cheeky smile at your best friend. She’s being going on and on about how this Kim Namjoon guy had a thing for you.

You can’t lie, you’ve seen him around in campus and sometimes you’d wish he would suffocate you with these thighs of his. Ugh. The perfect combo, lean yet masculine physique with a brain that actually functions for a change. You’ve seen the way these collage girls were circling him around and you can’t blame them, the guy was a catch.

But he was not your crowd of people. He was outgoing, social and had loads of what you like to call “the lad friends”. You guessed his main activities were partying and getting shitfaced every night.

You’ve talked to him a couple of times. He uses the same bench as you to read now and then. You would eventually take sneak peeks at the books he was reading, check if he had any taste or not, and the result was always better than what you expected. This guy knew books. He was not just reading what was on the best seller’s that week to look sophisticated in front of others.

When he caught you peaking he’d started having small talk with you. You swear you’ve never experienced a better conversation flow with another human being. This guy screamed comfort. He seemed genuinely curious about the things you were saying. None of that painful act of pretending to be interested just because he wanted to get laid. You had been talking with him for a month straight and aside from a few moments of some what flirty looks his actions never suggested something more.

His aura was welcoming and he always paid attention to the little things. Unlike some other shallow guys out there, he felt…different.

But how different could he really be? You’ve seen the people he hangs out with. Kim Taehyung? He had a relationship with three girls at the same time. Didn’t even apologize for being the biggest jerk in history. You’ve heard Jung Hoseok’s body count was reaching a 3 digit number AND Jeon Jungkook once fucked 4 different girls at the same night.

Just thinking about it makes you sick. It pains you to admit but there’s only one truth to this. Even if Kim Namjoon was interesting, he was definitely a person you needed to stay away from. All the data point to a big fuckboy alert!

“Come on y/n…. If he wasn’t even in the slightest interested in you then why did he tell me explicitly that he wanted you to attend the party??”

“An invitation to a party doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m sure I’m not his style. Have you seen the type of girls he hangs out with? Yikes.”

Jisoo smirked at you “Oh, I see you’re stalking him now?”

You shake your head “Don’t be ridiculous! We take Econ together, that’s all. What? Am I supposed to cover my eyes every time I see him?”

“Maybe you should” Jisoo came closer to you “Y/n, we’re going to that party”

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“This is a big mistake, I’ll get bored within the hour” You scream at Jisoo over the loud music.

“Don’t be a whiney ass and enjoy yourself for once” she handed you a drink.

Enjoy yourself for once. You and Jisoo’s definition of enjoying one self were clearly very different. You scan the room to look for any familiar faces you could talk to. Unfortunately, not a lot of your acquaintances attended frat parties.

Your head motion immediately pauses when you meet eyes with Namjoon across the garden. Was he looking at you this whole time? You feel your cheeks burn.

Initially, you don’t know how to react but eventually you flash him a small smile and focus back on Jisoo

“Kim Namjoon just gave me the biggest stare of all time” you say as you down your drink

“What!?” Jisoo’s eyes widened “This is the time where I say I told you so.”

You think for a second that maybe Jisoo was right all along. But that just makes the whole thing more dangerous for you. You can’t lie, Namjoon is attractive, but you knew he was trouble. Maybe he liked you today and then liked another girl tomorrow.

Suddenly, you feel a hand touch your shoulder “Hey y/n, Jisoo. Glad you guys made it” Namjoon’s low voice pierced your ears.

Jisoo gave you a look before replying to him “Hey!! We couldn’t miss such a night!” She smiled “right y/n??”

“Yeah!! Totally” you cheer kind of awkwardly.

Namjoon’s eyes fixed on you. You felt his stare eat you up. His whole presence felt angelic yet overwhelming. “Do you guys maybe want to join us? We’re sitting right by the pool”

“Oh! Sure, why not!” Jisoo answered almost immediately

You were walking towards the pool, Namjoon was pacing right next to you, he was so close to the point where you could sort of smell his cologne. You swear you could get drunk off his scent.

“I have to be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually come” He chuckled

“Are you disappointed?” You teased and raised an eyebrow.

You see a dimple smile making its appearance, how can this dude be so incredibly hot and cute at the same time? “I think pleasantly surprised would be the right way to put it”

Why do you feel like you can not breath? He hasn’t said much, yet you feel yourself burn up all of a sudden. “Good to know” you smile back.

“Joon! You have to see this” was the first thing Taehyung yelled when you arrived to the place where the guys were sitting “12 o’clock, Hobi making out with Mina from 3rd year. Can you believe it? After two years of trying to get it, he finally succeeds”

Of course the main talk is girls. No surprise there.

“Jungkook bitch, you owe me 20 bucks” Taehyung eyed Jungkook

Your expression screamed disgust. Apparently, Namjoon noticed “They are not as bad as they seem” he elbowed you.

You give him and awkward laugh “I’ll take your word for it” You lie.

“Guys, this is Jisoo and y/n. Can you stop trying to head lock each other and say hello? You’re embarrassing me” Namjoon introduced the pair of you to the boys who were still arguing about the bet.

“Oh, hey girls.” Taehyung paused to inspect Jisoo’s face. “Hey, business and shipping? Ain’t it?”

“Oh, yeah, right!” Jisoo smiled

“Hyung aren’t you taking that class for like the third time? How many times can you fail you recon?” Jungkook teased him and Taehyung answered by giving him a slap on the shoulder.

“Hey y/n, do you want to go grab a drink? I think you’ll need it if you are to tolerate these guys” Namjoon offered.

“I trust you know best” you smile and quickly follow behind him. His shoulders wide and his muscles very visible even through his airy shirt. This guy was a whole statue.

“By the way, I’ve never seen you at parties before. I think I saw you once at the December ball but that’s about it. Not really a big fan of these kind of things, are you?” He suddenly said. You can’t really decode his words. How did Kim Namjoon know you even went to the December ball? You’re pretty sure you didn’t even talk to him that night.

“Interested in me much?” You give him a cheeky smile but he was just looking at you, a couple of seconds passed without him responding “I’m only joking! It’s true I don’t really attend these sort sort of things.”

“And what do you do for fun miss y/n?” He laughs and you swear if you could bottle the sound and get drunk on it you would.

“Oh you’ll think I’m lame”

“Try me” he said in a serious tone while starring right through your eyes. Suddenly, your body felt too heavy for your legs to bear. How can he get to you like that?

“Okay…” You start, him looking at you like that didn’t help control your train of thought, but you manage to get a hold of yourself “So you know that little corner cafe on willow street? Every Friday they have these comedy music nights. A guy-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar, yeah! I used to go there every Friday during my freshman years! Do they still do that old thing? I swear the pun with the atom never failed to make my day.” He started laughing again.

“Whoah what? You’re telling me you’ve been to the shrieking shack?” That place was a little treasure you’d found earlier this year. It was an amazingly cozy place, perfect during the cold winter time. The staff were all so kind and wore these big oversized colorful ties. But the people going there were all much older than you. You’ve never heard someone your age talk about that place. Let alone a person like Namjoon.

“Careful how you talk to a veteran y/n. I’ve basically helped to build the place” he chuckled.

“Y/n is that you?” A familiar voice greeted you.

“Jimin! Oh my god, hey! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!” You hug him.

Jimin was a great soul, he majored in contemporary dance and ballet. He had been traveling for the past couple of years enrolling in some extra ballet classes in the magical city of Paris. You envied him for his talent and admired him for his passion.

“Girl, you have to come visit me. You’ll love Europe!”

“I would also LOVE to have some money in my wallet” you laugh “Oh Jimin, this is my friend, Namjoon. We go to collage together”

Namjoon gave you a look and soon after shook Jimin’s hand “What’s up. Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too! But y/n, I’m so so sorry, I have to go. I was actually on my way out just now. I sort of uhm, have a thing-you know” he coughed “I’m leaving in two weeks, can we please meet before that?”

You knew Jimin was probably off to his ex boyfriends house. They broke up before Jimin left for Paris but every time he got back he’d have a couple of hookups with him. “Oh yeah! I bet you’ve got something very important right now, you better go quickly” you teased him “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?”

Jimin laughed so much his eyes were barely visible “definitely! text me! I’ll be off then! Bye mister Kim Namjoon” he playfully said and was out of your sight a second later.

“You two seem…close” Namjoon suddenly commented

“Yeah! We were! But he has been studying abroad for like two years now.”

Namjoon’s facial expression was quite enigmatic “Did you guys ever… you know”

“Oh no no no.” You pause to make a small chuckle “Jimin isn’t exactly interested in, well, girls like me, or to be exact, girls in general”

Namjoon’s eyes widened and he immediately bursted into laughter “oh… I see” he made a pause “So tell me then, how come the old soul that never goes to parties finally attends one?”

You feel your cheeks burn red. Partly because the reason you went was him. You don’t know why, but the past month you and Namjoon hit it off very well and you wanted to test Jisoo’s crazy theory, you wanted to make sure for yourself if Namjoon was interested in you or not. Now the problem was, even if it turned out he did like you, you didn’t know what you’d do exactly. Namjoon was a really nice guy, but he didn’t come without his red flags.

“Just wanted to try something different, I guess”

“And how’s that 'different' treating you so far?”

What could you possibly tell him? That you have enjoyed every minute you guys have been talking? That you think that just by staring at you he could make you feel things no other guy could? You barely can admit all of that to yourself. “I think pleasantly surprised is the right way to put it” you repeat his words from before.

You see him smile at that. “You know what y/n? I’m really happy you came”

How can he make your heart beat so fast with just one sentence? “Oh really? And why is that?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I just like talking to you, you know? Whenever I’m around you I feel at ease, like I can tell you anything. I feel different when I’m with you, but in a good way”

“Wow” that sound escaped your lips without your consent

Namjoon laughed “Why? Is it too weird?”

“No! Definitely not weird, more like, I don’t know, surprising?”

“In what way?”

“Well you’re… Kim Namjoon, you’re the 2021 class president and you’re like the most popular guy in the whole campus right now.” You made a pause “And I’m just..-“

“The most interesting girl I’ve ever met” he cuts you off

The way he was looking down at you made butterflies grow in your stomach “You really think so?”

He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him “I know so” he leaned down, you swear his eyes had the whole galaxy painted inside of them. You couldn’t even breath properly at this point. Kim Namjoon was too close and the only thing you were thinking about was how well his kiss would feel “God, you’re so beautiful” he said and pulled you in for a soft, gentle kiss.

You couldn’t believe your senses. Kim Namjoon was kissing you and you really thought the earth had stopped spinning right then and there. You could feel his big palms traveling up and down your back.

His kiss was breathless, jubilant, filled with the joy of life, and you should stop him, he is no good to you, you know that, but his scent is delightful and his lips are so warm.

Unconsciously, your hands reach the inside of his shirt. His skin hot and soft at the touch.

"y/n" he practically moans your name, and just the sound makes your knees go week "Don't do that, I don't think I'll be able to stop"

"Who said anything about stopping?" You say and go back to kiss him even more passionately this time.

“There’s a lot of people here, my room is upstairs, would you perhaps want to-“

“Yes.” You immediately say. You don’t care about anything anymore, you’d let your future self deal with the consequences of today’s actions. The only thing that has been lingering in your mind is how good he’d feel inside of you.

The moment you’re finally alone in his room, he lifts you up, swinging you around and kissing you. It was like a dream. Namjoon was everything you wanted. Your reluctance about getting with him didn’t matter any more, the tingly feeling in your stomach overtook every single bit of hesitation you had. You needed him.

“God, you’re lovely” he exhaled

He looks at you as he sinks you down on the bed. Planting a soft kiss before his hands quickly begun to peel away clothes, yanking his belt loose, fumbling hurriedly at his trousers.

You look at his lips tracing your skin and the faint moisture left behind, you look at his muscly arms as he lifts you up and sinks you down again, you look at him looking at you, with eyes brighter than the sun itself. Was this all a dream?

When your dress was finally off he undoes your bra clasp on the way down. Slowly planting kisses on your collarbone, the tops of your breasts, your sternum, and you arched you back as you were needy for more.

His lips finally reach your nipples .Your boobs smooth under his hands, your nipple firm under his tongue, and there, that makes you squirm again, a little more insistently this time.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking wet right now, I feel it” You moan

You see him raise an eyebrow. A vivid smirk painted on his face “Let’s check, shall we?”

He splays his hand low across your belly, and the first brush of his thumb over your clit makes you breathe in sharply and him forget to breathe at all.

“I’m your friend?” He breaths in, his voice dangerously low

“Oh come on” You manage to say in between moans “what was I supposed to tell Jimin?”

His strokes and flicks are light and teasing, his thumb carefully circling around your clit. He gives you a slow, constant, unyielding pressure that makes your breath come up short, makes your toes curl in the effort not to move.

“I’m gonna fuck the word ‘friend’ right out of your pretty little mouth” he covers your mouth with an intense kiss before slipping two fingers of his free hand inside of you, and you makes a noise like triumph and want all wrapped up together. If his fingers felt like this, you can’t imagine how his dick felt like.

“Hmm?” He doesn’t look up, he keeps his eyes on his hands, on you, spread out beneath him “You like that baby?”

God, just the way the word 'baby' sounded coming from his mouth could make you come right this second. You look at him, his eyes look as hungry as his voice sounded. This dude was out of this world.

“Please Namjoon, I want it, I want you inside of me right now”

Namjoon lowered his underwear, and simply pressed his hard member on your slit. You could feel his balls softly caressing your clit as he made subtle movements while kissing you. “Such a needy little thing” he teases “Tell me how bad you want my cock inside of you”

“Oh..” you moan “I’d do anything, please…give it to me… fuck me like you own me” you whined as you used your pussy to caress his length up and down. He seemed to enjoy they way you touched him.

“Fuck y/n… that feels so good” he rests his forehead on yours.

“Imagine what my inside will feel then” you whisper in his ear “I’m such a tight good girl” you move your mouth in front of his, bitting his bottom lip as he growled when he felt your movement grow faster

“Fucking hell” he immobilized your body with his hands and pressed you down to the bed. He immediately shoves his dick inside you, filing you up to the brim before staying there for a couple of seconds and then pulling out completely. That movement made your vagina crave to be filled all the way up again.

“More” you whine, a dopey expression all over your face. You were so needy of him, but you didn’t care.

He lowered his left hand towards your thigh and gave it a big squeeze, kissing you aggressively while doing so. He quickly braced himself back into you, you felt your walls completely wrap around his member. It felt magical.

His strokes long and steady in the beginning. Every time he went in and out completely you felt the pit of your stomach burn in pleasure. Namjoon was doing everything right, you can’t lie to yourself, this is the best sex you’ve ever had. Normally with other guys you don’t even come close to coming, but now, you feel yourself trying not to do so.

“You like my dick being inside of you baby?” He plants a small kiss on your neck and goosebumps run down your spine.

‘Like’ was nowhere near good enough of a word to explain how much the sensation of him thrusting his hard member in and out of you made you feel. “I love it Namjoon… I just love it…”

Your words must’ve turned Namjoon even more on, because his pace immediately started becoming faster and sloppier. Every time your skin touched a loud sound could be heard. Namjoon was thrusting deeper and deeper into you, and every time he’d fill you up completely you’d cry out his name.

“Ah, I like my name so much better when you fucking moan it like that” he says and started shoving his dick inside of you like crazy. You could tell he was close to coming, and so were you.

It wasn’t long until you felt your walls clenching and your toes curling. The sensation overtook all of your body, it was mad… your heart beat uncontrollable. Namjoon made you feel a completely new range of emotions.

“Ah y/n, I can feel you cumming all over my dick” his voice cracky, You could see how turned on he was by all of this, by you. “Fuck” he shoved harder “You’re so” harder “fucking hot”

Namjoon stopped and pulled out immediately spreading his cum all over your tummy. The sight was breathtaking, you’ve never found a man so attractive while coming before, but then, Namjoon is no ordinary man.

He quickly grabs a couple of tissues and wipes you clean before laying on top of you again, placing another soft kiss this time. His hand playing with your hair. You were both naked and sweaty and a mess but it felt so magical. You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders, pulling him even closer to you. You didn’t want even a centimeter of distance between you and him.

He suddenly stopped kissing you and simply stared at your eyes. After a minute or two, or maybe three, you're not really sure, time didn't exist right now, he tacked a string of hair behind your left ear.

“Y/n, let me take you on a date. Please. I know you don’t normally go out with guys like me, but I swear I’ll make it worth your while-“

“Park Jihoon and the little funny guitar. How does that sound? Or are you too good for the shrieking shack now?” You chuckled

“I’d love that” he smiled, making your heart melt a little.

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jiminrings · 3 years

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petition for stem koo to do all the things for oc he originally said no one does (make her lunchboxes, makes her cheerful...) bc i think that’s a beautiful redemption arc

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook's day one of his redemption agenda doesn't go that well in the end

"namjoon!!! my man. got any updates for me?"

seokjin strolls coolly on the way to his office, hair slicked back and his dress shirt definitely missing more than a few buttons

what's head admin gonna do??? dress-code him???

fire him???? PLS HE'D BE BETTER OFF!!!!

jin makes student affairs his bitch,,, not the other way around

"for the last time, i am nOt your secretary!!" namjoon stresses as he ceases his typing just to glare at him

he's the university registrar and everyone needs to go through him and at this point he's like a historical landmark from how he's made impact in less than two years

and he and seokjin graduated from the same batch!!!! they're the uncanny always pair for the subjects they shared together

it was definitely weird but functional lol cause one is uptight yet hardworking and the other's relaxed yet smart

sue them for working in the same place they swore they'd never go back to after graduation </3

"if you say-"

"some kid's been waiting for you even before i opened the office. made him sit inside but i just told him that he'd be expelled if he even tries to touch your coffee machine."

namjoon says even before jin could finish the sentence, clearly holding that in until the last minute

jin's obviously a lil annoyed because he's starting work as early as now but the way that joon laid all that out on him is a highlight for him

"thanks. knew you're a secretary for me first and a registrar second."

"no. i'm a national citizen before-"

alright alright he's not listening anymore

this bETTER be important because jin has to hold out his morning routine for whoever this kid is

"what can i possibly do for you today?" he rubs his eyes in preparation, intentionally dragging his steps because just looking at how near he is to his work computer gives him vertigo

"mr. kim!!!"

there is no way

there is no fATHOMABLE way that this has got to be happening to seokjin right now

"..... jungkook. what a pleasure."

he sits on his chair, voice gritted and monotone and he could just feel his eye twitching, his clenched fist under his deck now flipping off the kid in secret

it's a last-minute realization that he grasps that jungkook doesn't know you're his friend and it presents some really unique vantage points

like the time that seokjin recounted about a ridiculous student's filing for theft of his lunchboxes and he turned out to be your crush

or when he used his student affairs capabilities and pulled up resources left and right when jungkook broke your heart then seriously contemplated about messing up his academic record

or that time when he delivered a high and sleepy you to bed and then heard the entire conversation (if you could even call it that) between yoongi and this fucking nerd

"i need your help, mr. kim. you're the closest one to me i could ask!!" jungkook pleads desperately, the big doe eyes not really inducing an effect on him whatsoever lmao

"mhmm. i may not be the person for the job. counseling is right next door."

jin hums without even attempting to get jungkook to elaborate because for all he knows, his services aren't exactly open for people who hurt his friends >:(

(a guy once bumped shoulders with yoongi twice on the same day with aTTITUDE!!! and seokjin just dismissed the dude's concerns when a prof of his, who's a buddy of jin's, suddenly gave him an F)

seokjin IS student affairs

“no, no. you’re the only one who can help me!! you see, i-i just feel this brotherly connection with you and-“

“we talked once.”

god what did you used to see in this kid??

a crybaby aND an easily-attached personality to him? god it’s like jungkook’s just asking jin to pick on him

jungkook doesn’t seem to pick up how jin’s making it obvious he really doesn’t want to be of help if it has something to do with him

he likes interrupting and jin’s just the perfect match to interrupt him even earlier so now they just sound like one of those dubsmash snippets

“MR. KIM!!! how do you make lunchboxes? i don't know how.”

jeez where are his manners :O aren’t nerds like him supposed to worship the ground that admins walk on,,,

but what did pique his attention is the content of what jungkook just said

.... lunchboxes?

jin doesn’t want to give the kid benefit of the doubt because the last time he did that, you got hurt!!!!

if he has to hear hyeji’s name one more time, he’d really waste no time in stripping jungkook’s name from the honor roll

“remember that time i thought someone was stealing my lunchboxes?” he quizzes jin like it’s his job, clueless how he’s poking the bear even more with where he decides to go with this, “yeah. turns out no one was.”

was that not made clear the first time around!!!!!! he knows for a fact that a uni student would trade a classmate for a pack of gum but nO ONE would go for stealing a lunchbox

no one wakes up one day and decides that they’d steal a lunchbox. literally none

“but then this random girl claimed that it was hers a-and well i-...”

kook pauses to gauge jin’s reaction, clearly seeing now the one brow that’s raised at him

oh so if jungkook just asked him how to make a lunchbox, and he called h-word random,,,, then that would mean-

“i may have hurt the original giver of my lunchboxes at the process.”

.... that means he’s asking how to make a lunchbox for you

well that was a pleasant surprise

seokjin snorts briefly at that, dryly chuckling with his eyes widening to stress out his “non-threat” that’s pretty mUCH a threat

“wow. i might just give you a sanction for that.”

does he think jungkook’s a good person? lol he has to think about that for a month

was he wrong for hurting you that way? ultimately yes

but did he think at some point that jungkook’s completely heartless and wouldn’t try to redeem himself to his senior? no, not completely

but is he still on your team, regardless if the kid begs for mercy and you forgive him? yea a hundred percent :D yoongi and seokjin could never be brought out from your circle

"and you're doing this why?"

this is a no-brainer question for jungkook but the question still spooks him, feeling the chills at his neck that responding to seokjin is like a sTEPPING STONE when it comes to you

lmao if only he knew

"i uh, i just really wanna make this right. i messed up completely and it's pretty much unforgivable, but i atleast wanna try and give my best even if she doesn't forgive me, y'know?"

interesting

"mhmm. right, right."

???

he's still mad but he appreciates that jeon's doing the bare minimum of redeeming himself

speaking of, the poor kid looks like he's pissing himself because he may have just embarrassed himself with how long the silence stretches out

maybe,,, just maybe jin's gonna try and be a bridge this time

but like as soon as jungkook lacks for a fourth of a second, seokjin would BURN that bridge faster than a blink

"well first of all, you buy a lunchbox."

RIGHT RIGHT

jungkook grabs a literal pocket notebook and jin pretends he didn't see that because WHO the hell does that!!!!

"of course... okay, proceed!! i'm taking notes," jungkook nods in understanding, jotting down the very important advice of not ordering from online because you can't smell the material through a screen

p.s. smelling containers before you buy them is a VITAL thing to do!! it already tells you about the quality at the first sniff

"are you buying one?"

"buying one for every day of the week. i'm thinking if i should get extras too-

"good idea. i recommend buying eight."

alright seokjin's mentioning some very specific colors and schemes and jungkook's not complaining!!!

MAYBE HE'S ONTO SOMETHING!!!

"what meals should i make? i don't even know what she likes!! and even if i knew what, how would i make it?"

why is his heart racing

yoongi may have taught you how to do your taxes but jin taught you how to cook food that's more than four steps!!!

he taught you how to not flinch at all when you're frying and that's the equivalent of raising you to be the woman that you are now <3

look at him and yoongi being your best friends!! teaching you about taxes and being unnerved at cooking oil and busting out a smoke ring or two <3

in fact, the lunches you've cooked for jungkook are all inspired and derived by seokjin!!!

the fact that jungkook's plan isn't bad and the way everything pieces together with his insight,,,, goosebumps luv

"....hypothetically? what i think she'd like?"

jungkook eagerly nods with stars in his eyes, fingers gripping onto his pen for dear life as he tries to channel all his listening techniques into this lecture

"get a bigger notepad."

wow

"look at you!!" yoongi gushes the moment he sees you, waiting at you from the front door

you're going back to your classes again :D

you don't look as worse as you did four days ago!! you're not as sluggish and as animated too

"please don't," you snort as yoongi doesn't seem to stop looking at you like you've saved the world, giving no fight when he insists on carrying your backpack to your first class of the day

the past four days,, yeah they were undoubtedly rough

you slept as much as you could and for the moments you weren't dejected enough to be awake, you spent it surrounding yourself with seokjin and yoongi as much as possible

that's the beauty of hanging out them!!! you're not required to have a single thought lmao

except for the time when yoongi wondered aloud how eels even live and die (or if they even do???) in the first place and that sent everyone in a spiral and you didn't think of jungkook for a single seconds

you're not intimidated to go back to regular programming or with the fact that it's nOT unlikely you'd see a glimpse of jungkook in the hall and such

but that does mean that even if you're the bigger person, you're still gonna avoid him for as long as you could

speaking of!!!! you're looking for the person now that you're eager to find

"taehyung!!"

there he is :D you'd recognize that fluffy mop of permed hair anywhere

"y/n!!"

tae jumps over chairs in excitement to finally see you again after being so worried for you, engulfing you in a hug immediately

alright you see why yoongi thinks he's a golden retriever

you're clearly not a touchy-feely person but you'd let this one pass,, tae helped you (even indirectly) throughout your downtime anyways

"thank you so much for the cookies. i tried taking smaller bites just because i didn't wanna have them disappear that easy," you confess sheepishly, knowing how you had to pull the i just got my heart broken like two days ago multiple times so the two menaces would stop stealing from your stash

jungkook's excited!!!! seokjin may have given him a tip that "he felt it in his gut" that you were gonna go to class today

he came a little late because he wanted to perfect the very loaded lunchbox that's in his backpack right now

oh weird

you're not in your usual chair

bUT jungkook sees a glimpse of your hair and he's certain that you're there and his heart may be beating out of his ribcage

a baby peach lunchbox with a sticker (of what seokjin said he thought you'd like) on the middle of the lid :D

pork katsudon with furikake rice aND coffee jelly pudding on the side!!! it was definitely pressure-racking to strictly adhere to jin's recipe but god does it look worth it

jungkook's only did miniature taste tests on it and he had to stop himself from devouring the lunch that he's made specifically for you

the lunchbox itself is tied neatly with a silk wrap, adding his touch of sewing your name visibly on it aND there's a scribble taped to the lid too

god jungkook really can't wait to make it up to you

sheesh that was one of THEE longest lectures you've ever felt you had

it was actually the same amount of time it's always been but maybe you've been out of practice from just staying at your dorm for days

tae's great company but he could be a little bit chatty!!! you just nod when you feel his voice go up and he apparently gets excited by that easily

.... he apparently also has a small bladder and he told you that within the whole hour of class

"hold on. i gotta pee before next period. go without me!!!' taehyung hurriedly slings his backpack to his arm, looking ridiculous in a rush

tae's sometimes unintentionally funny because you don't even share next period anyways

you're on your way to the exit when a shiny scarf catches the corner of your eye, having to squint at it because wow does it look pretty

is that-

is that your nAME???

you pick it up before you could even rationalize it, realizing then what it was wrapping when you feel the warmth on your hands

:")

"sorry i forgot my headband!!!"

taehyung stumbles back into the room, catching his breath to run back to his seat and fetch the headband he took from his hair to play with awhile ago

he looks shocked to see what's on your hands, flicking his gaze between you and the item but he doesn't think much of it

wOW that's a really shiny scarf!!!

"tae?"

"hmm yeah? what's up?"

he's about to jog back to the comfort room because he hasn't really relieved himself yet, not bearing to leave his headband in the room when anyone could snatch it up

you raise your lunchbox, a thankful gaze on your eyes that looks so close to crying which is why tae's mORE than lost now

"thanks for the lunch."

.....

jungkook could only helplessly watch.

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