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jungshookz · 4 months ago

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y/n seems to have everyone wrapped around her finger and to be quite frank, namjoon's unimpressed

➺ pairing; professor!namjoon x y/n

➺ genre; mostly sfw with a little something something at the end!! namjoon is a philosophy professor who suddenly has to share his precious lecture hall newbie professor y/n!! we all know i am a big fan of enemies to lovers/opposites attract and i love it even more when both of them are total nerds!! y/n’s approach to philosophy is so ridiculous and namjoon can’t stand her!! namjoon is so stuffy and y/n can’t stand him!! god damnit just kiss already!!

➺ wordcount; 7.2k

➺ summary; you’re the newest professor joining the university, and all of a sudden, it feels like namjoon actually has someone to compete with for the first time.

➺ what to expect; “Also, please stick to black, blue, and red ink for future note-taking and grading purposes. Pastel purple is not an appropriate colour for a higher education atmosphere. Thank you.”

➺ currently playing on cee.fm; what is this feeling? — wicked soundtrack

»»————- 📚 ————-««

namjoon isn’t a fan of change.

he’s always liked things in a particular way — he only likes notebooks with a seamless, perfect binding for the spines, he only likes ballpoint pens and never gel, he only uses traditional coloured highlighters and none of that strange, pastel-coloured junk, and he only likes to use a sandalwood scented essential oil diffuser in his apartment and his lecture hall

most of his life has been planned out (he planned out how the next twenty years of his life would go when he was ten, and according to this twenty-year plan, he’s pretty on track) and he likes it that way, so yes, he isn’t a big fan of change when it comes to such an important timeline like this

he’s currently a professor at the university he got his phd from, and because part of his twenty-year plan included going from his bachelor’s degree to his master’s degree to his doctoral degree, it means that he’s actually the youngest professor on the staff’s roster (which, again, was part of his plan all along)

he’s been teaching here for nearly two years now and has built a very solid reputation with his co-workers, he’s the school’s most sought-after professor when it comes to his philosophy classes — he teaches three undergrad classes and two graduate classes and every semester they’re always packed and students will always email him to try and get into the class when the capacity is full — and he’s pretty sure he’s getting a raise soon, which is great because he’s been meaning to splurge on a new electric tea kettle that lets you control the temperature and sings a little song when the water’s done boiling

“alright, let’s bring today’s discussion to a close.” namjoon shakes his wrist, checking the time on his watch before nodding to himself — the lecture ends in five minutes, so he’s wrapping up right on time and he’ll be able to grab a coffee and a croissant before his office hours start, “what we’ve explored today is really just a glimpse into the vast and ongoing conversation about how to engage critically with your existence.” he hums, leaning back against his desk as he looks out at the sea of students in front of him, the sound of pen tips scratching on paper and typing on keyboards coming from all over the room

“after you leave class today, i’d like for you to reflect on the choices you make — not just the big, life-altering ones, but the miniscule, everyday decisions.” he reaches up to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose, “are they leading you toward a life of purpose and integrity? or are they dictated by external pressures and unexamined habits? we’ll continue this discussion next time, but until then, i’d like you to keep questioning, keep thinking, and keep living philosophically. as always, i have office hours here from 3:30-6 if you have any questions. class dismissed.” he nods, and almost immediately the class breaks into packing up, murmurs rippling through the vast lecture hall

namjoon smiles lightly to himself as he gives himself a mental pat on the back

yet another successful lecture!

he really does love teaching, and he’s so grateful that he’s able to do something that he actually likes for work

shaping young minds is something that he’s always wanted to do, and he thinks he’s been doing a pretty good job as a professor

…

oh, who is he kidding? of course he’s been doing a fantastic job as a professor!

he smiles politely as his students trickle out the door, turning around to grab his wallet out of his backpack

croissant time!

»»————- 📚 ————-««

“hello, are you here for office hours?” namjoon isn’t surprised when he opens the door to see someone standing by his desk, looking around the empty lecture hall, “it actually starts at 3:30, so it would be great if you could come back in fifteen minutes and i’d be happy to answer any questions you have about the lecture.”

“oh, hi!“ you spin around with a smile, and namjoon returns a polite one as he sets his coffee and pastry bag down on the desk, “no, i’m not here for office hours, i’m here to check out the lecture hall for when i start teaching alongside you next week. you’re namjoon, right? i’ve heard so much about you, i’m y/n y/l/n and i’m really excited to start working together-“ you stick your hand out for him to shake and he immediately frowns, glancing down at your hand before looking back up at you with a scoff of disbelief

“teaching… alongside me?” he tilts his head, reaching over to give your hand a shake after a moment of hesitation (it would be rude of him to turn down a handshake, and he has to admit you have a nice, firm handshake), “i’m sorry, what are you talking about?”

“didn’t you get the email? i’m the newest philosophy professor joining the staff-“ you slide your tote bag off your shoulder and pull your phone out, “they told me i’d kinda be shadowing you before they can determine if i should lead my own lectures or not. so i guess i’m a co-professor for now, but eventually i’ll just be a professor. i’ve seen a few of your lectures online, i’m looking forward to working together and-“

“co-professor?” namjoon interrupts, holding his hand out to make you stop talking, “i’m sorry, this is the first i’m hearing of this.” he fumbles for his phone before looking through his email because there’s no way he would’ve missed an email as important as-

okay there it is

yep

he totally missed that

“i see.” namjoon pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “okay, well… i guess you can just sit with the class and listen to the lectures. i don’t need an assistant professor, but you can help give out handouts or something-“

“well, that would make sense if i was a TA, but i’m not entering this classroom as a TA or an assistant professor, i’m entering it as a co-professor. we’re equals!” you point out, namjoon’s eyes widening when you pull a pen out from your bun and slap a copy of the class syllabus down on his desk

he’s appalled to see that you’ve written all over it, and not only that, you’ve used multiple colours to take notes instead of the traditional black, blue, and red

…pastel purple?!

“i took a look at the lineup you have, and to be frank, it’s a little stiff. your students are drowning in dense readings, and i don’t know about you, but i actually hated reading so much when i was in undergrad-“

“well, that sounds like it’s a you problem, because i liked reading and always appreciated when the professor gave us something dense and enriching to read-“

“why not swap out one of the medieval philosophy lectures for something a little fresher?” you suggest, using the back of your pen to point to the lecture he has planned in a few weeks, “maybe we can do a session on philosophy in science fiction? ooh, ethics in AI might be fun, no? it’s something they can apply to the modern world-“

“philosophy isn’t about chasing trends. it’s about discipline, rigorous thought, and engaging with foundational texts that have shaped human understanding for centuries, professor y/l/n-“

“it’s doctor.”

“what?”

“dr. y/l/n. i just graduated with my phd.”

a moment of silence passes as namjoon processes all of this new information

processing…

“you-“ still processing… “you what? how old are you?”

“you should never ask a woman how old she is, but i’m two years younger than you. and i know that because i actually took the time to look at your profile on the university’s website after getting the email that we’d be working together for the rest of the semester-“

“rest of the-“ namjoon chokes, reaching up to adjust his tie, “okay, respectfully, dr. y/l/n, my whole point is that students have no business calling themselves actual philosophers if they can’t wrestle with aquinas and avicenna-“

“right, because thirty pages of medieval metaphysical debates on the essence of angels is going to determine whether or not a student can call themself an actual philosopher. i’m not saying to abandon the classics, i’m just saying it’s not gonna hurt to throw in a few discussions that’ll make philosophy feel a little more… alive to them!”

namjoon resists the urge to roll his eyes as he takes a seat at his desk, keeping his eyes glued on the scribbles all over your copy of the syllabus

there’s no way he’s gonna work with someone who thinks pastel purple is an appropriate colour to use when taking notes

he reaches over to grab his coffee, taking a sip and-

his coffee is cold

he waited too long and now his coffee is cold, and he would’ve been drinking perfectly lukewarm coffee if it weren’t for the fact that you came and disrupted his whole schedule like this

“anyway, i’m open to discussing spicing up the syllabus once you have the time. i don’t want to take up any of your office hours, i know you probably have students lined up outside already-“ you fold the syllabus back up into four squares before tucking it away into your tote bag (namjoon is once again appalled you don’t have a folder for your papers and seem to have based your organising system off mary poppins’ purse), “but it was really nice meeting you, dr. kim. you have my phone number and email when you want to arrange a meeting.”

“…right…” namjoon trails off, and for the first time is rendered completely speechless and doesn’t know what else to say

all he knows is that there’s no way in hell he’s going to allow this co-professor business to happen.

»»————- 📚 ————-««

you let out a breath as you shut the door behind you, your shoulders finally slumping

you hated that whole interaction

you can already tell that working with namjoon is going to be a pain in the ass

you’d heard some things about him — you’d heard about how great of a lecturer he is and how he genuinely cares about what he’s teaching and what his students are learning from him, but you’d also heard that he was pretty stuck in his ways and not… super cooperative, which you already saw first hand

at the same time, you had to admit that that was a quality that both of you shared — you’re not exactly a fan of being co-professors, you’d much rather just take the reins and lead the class yourself while namjoon sits off to the side, but you are the new one around here and you do want to be liked

so you can play nice for now, because the most important thing you’re focusing on is securing your place as an official staff member and making a great first impression on your new co-workers and your new students

you’d prefer for namjoon to like you, but he seems to be a tough nut to crack

the both of you should at least try to get along, and you’re willing to do that as long as he’s willing to meet you in the middle

so… let’s just hope he’s willing to meet you in the middle

your phone buzzes in the back pocket of your jeans and you pull it out, surprised to already see a text from namjoon

okay

this is great!

the fact that he’s already opening a line of communication is a good sign, maybe this semester won’t be hell on earth after all

the smile on your face slowly disappears when you finally get around to reading the texts, your eyebrows knitting together instead

Hello, Dr. Y/L/N. This is Kim Namjoon. Please save my number so that we may communicate with each other if needed. The semester has already begun, therefore I don’t think there has to be any changes made to my syllabus. We do not need to discuss this topic any further. Thank you.

you don’t even get a chance to really process his text before another one pops up

Also, please stick to black, blue, and red ink for future note-taking and grading purposes. Pastel purple is not an appropriate colour for a higher education atmosphere. Thank you.

»»————- 📚 ————-««

namjoon sighs to himself as he makes his way up the brick stairs to enter the philosophy building, reaching up to adjust his tie

for the first time ever, he’s running a little behind (only by like, three minutes, he’s not that reckless) but it’s only because he spent the earlier portion of the afternoon speaking with the department head and practically pleading them to change their minds about this whole co-professor situation

he’d gone into the office with many good arguments tucked into a neat little powerpoint presentation

for example, he doesn’t need a co-professor because he knows what he’s doing and you would only slow him down

also his students consistently have high grades and his classes are always packed each semester so there’s no issues with consistency or lack of interest

sure, philosophy can be a stiff subject to work with but he thinks he’s done a great job at teaching it and upkeeping enthusiasm

the point is he doesn’t need you, and if anything you should just be teaching your own class and the students who don’t make it into his class can all go to you!

(maybe he shouldn’t have made that last comment, but it’s true.)

but of course, because luck wasn’t on his side, his presentation didn’t convince the department head to change his mind

apparently you were a “great addition” to the staff and that namjoon should feel lucky he gets to work alongside such a “smart, well-spoken young professional” who is “just as good at teaching as he is”

ridiculous

totally ridiculous

what’s even more ridiculous is the fact that you seem to have become a fan favourite despite only being here for literally a week

your mug is already right next to his in the cupboard in the professor’s lounge

it’s clearly a handmade mug you probably made at one of those pottery places because the edges are a little bumpy which makes it wobble a little when you put it face down

the outside is an eggplant purple and the inside of the cup is painted a shade of sage green and it looks like a child would drink chocolate milk out of it

his mug is sensible and professional

it’s plain white with his initials on the front printed in times new roman

everyone knows it’s his mug and there’s never any confusion

he even heard a rumour about one of the spare rooms in the philosophy department being cleared out for a new office for you if things work out

and yes, he has his own office already, but he just thinks everyone is being a little hasty clearing out an office space just for you

he can’t even imagine how you’d decorate the space

you’re probably one of those people who have little trinkets everywhere and you’ll probably have like a miniature pool table on your desk to play with

he shudders as he thinks about having to sit in oversized beanbag chairs instead of actual chairs

“alright, alright, alright!”

namjoon’s surprised when he opens the lecture hall door to an unusually bustling room, the students chatting animatedly as they flip through their notebooks

the air is alive with the rustling of papers, clinking of metal water bottles, and the occasional burst of laughter and he frowns as he sees a few of them leaning forward enthusiastically compared to the usual scene of them scrolling through their phones or talking to each other

he turns his head and sees you at the front of the room, perched casually on the edge of the desk twirling a purple pen between your fingers before shoving it into your bun, “now, something a little controversial...” you pause dramatically, “red ink for grading. ethical, or a crime against student morale?”

namjoon’s jaw immediately clenches as he rolls his eyes — obviously this has something to do with the text he sent you the other day about your ridiculous coloured pens and your little ego’s been bruised and that’s why you’re being bratty

but whatever, because if anything this is just proving his point — you’re an immature little kid totally unfit to be his equal! and he’s more than happy to let you make a fool of yourself in front of his students, so sure, go ahead and talk about your little purple pen for all he cares

the room erupts in laughter and groans and namjoon silently makes his way over to the front to join you, pulling his chair back to see that you’ve already put your backpack down on it

he picks it up and plops it down on the ground, using his foot to kick it under the desk before taking a seat and hanging his backpack on the back of the chair

“i always feel like i’m being yelled at when i see red ink!”

“exactly!” you laugh, sliding up to sit on the edge of the desk with your legs swinging slightly, completely blocking the class from seeing namjoon, “it’s psychological torture. red ink doesn’t just mark mistakes, it screams them. it’s aggressive. but what about if i used green? or pink? or… pastel purple? would you feel a little different about your grade?”

“it would feel… friendlier?”

“friendlier, right?” you grin, tapping your temple as you look out at the room of enthusiastic students, “then here’s the real ethical dilemma, kids — if something as small as ink colour affects how we perceive feedback, then what do we think that says about bigger, more serious choices? if we can reframe an experience with something as simple as colour, then what other biases are shaping the way we see the world around us? something to think about...”

“are you just about done, dr. y/l/n?” namjoon raises an eyebrow, tapping his fingers against the desk as he leans back against his chair, “because i’d like to get started with class now, if you’re ready to go.”

“ah! dr. kim, sorry — i know you usually like to start your classes with a silent ten minutes of quiet reflection of last week’s lecture, but i figured i’d warm up the class myself since this is my first day as co-professor.” you chirp, sliding off the desk before turning to face the class again, “very lovely to meet you all and i’m looking forward to getting to know each and every one of you as we progress with the semester!”

“kiss ass.” namjoon coughs into his fist quietly, getting up from his seat before smiling warmly at his students, nudging you aside with his hip before clapping his hands together, “alright, class! medieval philosophy, let’s get into it…”

you immediately roll your eyes when you turn to face away from the class, taking a seat next to the desk and crossing one leg over the other

he’s just jealous because the students clearly like you more and you’ve only been here five minutes

but if this is how he wants to play, then you’re more than willing to play along.

»»————- 📚 ————-««

namjoon finds that the simplest things in life bring him the most pleasure

a hot cup of black coffee, the perfect scent of sandalwood in a room, the feeling of cracking the spine on a brand new notebook…

but most importantly, a perfectly toasted buttery flaky croissant from the cafe on the bottom floor of the philosophy building

he’s eaten these croissants ever since he was a student here, and he always has a croissant after he teaches classes here on tuesdays and thursdays — it’s like a reward!

“what do you mean there are no more croissants?!” namjoon slams both palms down on the counter, pulling away immediately when he feels that the surface is a little sticky

gross

“sorry, namjoon!” hoseok shrugs, “i just sold the last croissant to- actually, i think you know her, she said she’s the new professor in the philosophy department-“

you.

“i know who you’re talking about.” namjoon grits his teeth, looking at the pastry case for anything else that might satisfy his midday sweet treat craving but he doesn’t want a stupid sea salt chocolate chip cookie or a raspberry white chocolate scone, he wants his plain buttery croissant that you probably only bought to spite him!

“yeah, her!” hoseok grins, setting namjoon’s coffee down on the counter, “she’s really nice, isn’t she? she said she likes the way i do my leaf design on her caramel lattes, no one’s ever complimented my leaves before- it just feels so nice to be appreciated for once-“

“no!” namjoon snaps, pointing a finger at hoseok, “you have to stop yourself from being charmed by her, it’s all an act and- and- next time she asks for a latte, you should do a giant- a GIANT frowney face-“

“well, i don’t think i’m going to do that but-“ hoseok frowns when he notices a vein starting to bulge out namjoon’s forehead, “hey, you seem a little tense! how about a cookie on the house?” he asks, using his tongs to pick up the sad-looking cookie before putting it in a paper bag for namjoon, “it’s just a croissant, namjoon. i know you like ‘em every tuesday and thursday but if it makes you feel better i’ll save you one on thursday! it seems like both of you guys like croissants so i can definitely save two of them-“

the both of them look over to where you’re sitting by the window with his croissant while you flip to the next page of whatever stupid book you’re reading, and namjoon’s gaze doesn’t waver in the slightest when you look up and over at them

you smile brightly, raising the croissant in the air a little before taking a massive bite out of it, rubbing your stomach and nodding your head exaggeratingly

namjoon’s eye twitches and he turns back to look at hoseok

“it is not just a croissant and you know that, hoseok-“ he snatches the cookie from his friend before shaking his head in disappointment, “she is a siren and you are a helpless, weak little sailor-“

“hey! what the hell, man?!”

“WEAK little sailor!” namjoon exclaims as he storms away, angrily shoving the cookie into his mouth and wiping crumbs off with the back of his hand sloppily

»»————- 📚 ————-««

“tae, have you seen my mug?” you frown, taking a few steps back to see if you can get a better view of the second shelf, “i usually have it on the first shelf but i can’t find it anywhere…”

“is it not there?” taehyung — he’s the janitor here and you guys got along pretty quickly — hums, setting his mop aside before walking over to join you by the cupboards, “i swear i saw it there this morning, that’s odd. i’ll keep an eye out and let you know if i see it anywhere. you sure you didn’t leave it in your lecture hall?”

“no…” you trail off, shutting the cupboard doors gently with a sigh, “hm. i’m sure it’ll pop up somewhere. thanks, anyway…”

you like to think that you’re a pretty chill person, but there’s just something about misplacing something that really irks you

because then you start thinking about when the last time you saw the missing object was and then it turns into a spiral of how you could be so careless and irresponsible and lose something and also it makes you anxiously think about someone else using something that belongs to you and only you

that’s your good luck mug!

you made it at a colour-me-mine in freshman year and you’ve used it ever since

you’re convinced it has some kind of magical power because the mug always happens to be there when you get good news

it was there when you got accepted into your graduate program, your doctoral program, and it was literally in your hands when you got the email from the university accepting you as a new professor

so… hopefully it does pop up somewhere

you used it yesterday after class and you remember washing and drying it immediately before sliding it back on the shelf

you chew on the corner of your lip as you push open the door to the lecture hall, your eyes widening when you see namjoon standing there taking a sip from your mug

you open your mouth to say something but he immediately brings a finger up to his lips to shush you — the class is having their silent time and the last thing you want to do is cause a scene, right?

“that’s my mug.” you whisper through gritted teeth, and namjoon moves his hands to the side quickly when you reach up to try to snatch it out of his hands, “you have a stupid, boring mug already-“

“oh, but your mug is so much fun!” namjoon grins, taking another sip of water from it

(it’s actually killing him having to drink from this cursed vessel. why are the edges so bumpy?! how do you drink from this stupid thing without dribbling all over yourself?!)

“it is on, dr. kim.” you hiss, forcing a smile on your face when a few students look up from their desks, “it is so on.”

“hm.” namjoon clears his throat quietly, the two of you standing side by side with your arms pressed together, “bring it, dr. y/l/n.”

»»————- 📚 ————-««

the next few weeks seem to go by like a blur — maybe because you’re actually having a good time teaching the class and slowly growing more comfortable being a professor (you agreed to stick to namjoon’s syllabus only if he allowed you to teach your ethics of AI lecture) but also because this rivalry between the two of you seems to be keeping you on high alert

after the croissant and the mug incident, the two of you only continued to one-up each other

you replaced the sandalwood essential oil in the lecture hall with a refreshing peppermint (and you really doused it in the machine so it would take multiple cycles to be fully flushed out) and in response namjoon bought the entire jug of caramel syrup from the cafe so you’d be forced to pick another flavour

and then you took all of namjoon’s sensible coloured whiteboard markers and replaced them with bright, fun ones forcing him to write in a fuschia pink and in response namjoon bought all fifteen croissants that day which felt kind of dramatic but at the same time you can’t help but kind of respect it

whatever

all you know is that you despise kim namjoon

every morning when you wake up, you’re thinking about how else you can terrorise him besides just taking the last croissant in the display case

every night before bed, you’re thinking about how else you can make fun of his stupid powerpoint presentations and you even considered hacking his laptop and adding fun transitions to his powerpoints to throw him off

he hates fun transitions

with that being said, you’re willing to put the fight on pause because today is an important day — it’s your first time leading a lecture! you’ve been prepping for this ethics in AI lecture and you’re more than excited to show the class (and namjoon) what you’re capable of

and if all goes well, you will be rubbing this success in his stupid, handsome face.

“handfphome?” you blurt out, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you blink at yourself in the mirror

oh no

you don’t actually think he’s handsome, do you?

well, there was that one time he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and when he turned around you couldn’t help but notice how broad his back was

and that other time you were looking at his hands when he was pointing to something on his stupid powerpoint and you couldn’t help but think that he had such pretty hands

and also he always smells really good — like a combination of smokey sandalwood and his natural musk

and when you listen to him speak it’s really soothing because he has a deep voice that kind of makes you feel like you’re floating on a cloud being rocked back and forth

he’s also very intelligent and incredibly well-spoken

highly educated, charming in his own weird way (not with you, but you’ve seen the way he interacts with other professors), kinda funny sometimes, and you only know he’s single because you overheard two students whispering about it in the hallway — apparently they’d done a deep dive of his socials and there was no partner to be found, his instagram page was full of pictures of plants and quotes from philosophers

so basically he’s a hot single nerd who’s really into philosophy and plants and you guys are only two years apart and hypothetically if you didn’t know each other and you saw him at the bar you would probably feel a little flustered if he flirted with you

and maybe one time you watched him apply chapstick onto his plump lips and you wondered if they were as soft as they looked

…

you take your toothbrush out of your mouth, your eyes widening in realisation and-

“son of a BITC-“

»»————- 📚 ————-««

“would you let AI decide whether you get a loan? a job? parole? surgery?” you pause, letting the weight of the question settle over the students, “i know, it’s a crazy question. but maybe you already have… algorithms are making these decisions right now — sorting resumes, predicting crime, even diagnosing illnesses. AI is everywhere, and the question isn’t whether it should exist, it’s whether we should trust it…”

the only reason why namjoon is cooperating today is because you’ve (sort of) cooperated with his syllabus over the last couple weeks despite being a total menace to him personally

yes, he’ll let you teach your ethics in AI lecture today because he’s interested in seeing what points you’ll bring up today

he can also tell you’ve been really nervous about leading your first lecture and he still remembers how nervous he was when he was in your position, so he’ll take it easy on you

he caught you practicing your intro in the professor’s lounge and he slowly backed out so that you wouldn’t see him

and he’ll never say this to your face but from the intro alone it sounds like a pretty promising lecture

and it was kind of cute seeing you fumble with your cue cards and going over your lines with your eyes shut

namjoon leans back against his chair as he listens to you speak, keeping his eyes on the back of your head as he crosses his arms over his chest

sure, maybe you’re more than immature when it comes to buying his croissants and replacing his scented oils, but…

oh god

does he respect you as an educator?!

he pauses for a second to think, watching as you reach up to fiddle with a button on your shirt nervously

also you actually dressed up today compared to your usual attire of a sweater and jeans and namjoon can’t help but notice that your ass looks really round in that pencil skirt

he tilts his head slightly as his eyes continue staring at you from behind, the ooga booga man part of his brain wondering how it’d feel to grasp your waist and cup your ass as he-

oh no

he feels his dick twitch in his boxers and he clears his throat quietly, looking down at the desk and focusing on a speck of dust instead

what is this feeling?

he’s pretty sure he hates you

and he’s pretty sure you hate him, so it doesn’t make sense for him to suddenly be thinking about how sweet you smell and how pretty your smile is and how funny it actually was for you to buy the last croissant just to get on his nerves

nope

you guys don’t like each other!

that’s how this works!

you just came in here and totally messed up his flow and you just expect him to go along with it but he refuses to do that and after this semester is over he hopes they stick you in another building far, far away from him

he doesn’t need anyone messing with his routine, and especially not some hotshot professor who just got her phd

“now, some of my less adventurous colleagues-“ you step aside to reveal namjoon, and namjoon feels his jaw twitch when the class laughs lightly after you gesture to him, “would tell you that AI is a dangerous pandora’s box, something that we should fear. and sure, it’s got its problems… bias, accountability, control. but let’s not kid ourselves — human decision making isn’t exactly perfect, either. AI didn’t invent discrimination, it just inherited it from us. so can we teach morality to something that doesn’t feel?”

“AI is a threat to ethical stability. we’re delegating moral decision-making to machines that lack genuine understanding, consciousness, or accountability.” namjoon butts in, standing up from his desk with a scoff, “how can we trust algorithms with decisions that affect human lives when they can’t even grasp mortality in any meaningful way?”

you look at him, slightly surprised that he’s interrupted you this early in your lecture for a debate

but sure, you’ll give it a go — the two of you haven’t actually debated over a subject before and you’re down to totally humiliate him in front of the class

“dr. kim is a great example of what sounding like a doomsday prophet is, class.” you smile sweetly, fluttering your lashes at namjoon as the class breaks into a few giggles and chuckles, “AI is a tool. nothing more, nothing less. it doesn’t need to ‘grasp’ mortality than a calculator needs to ‘understand’ math. the ethical responsibility lies with us! blaming AI is like blaming a knife for stabbing.”

“that’s a dangerously naive view, dr. y/l/n!” namjoon laughs, the two of you staring each other down as you stand at opposite ends of the desk, “AI systems are already making high-stakes decisions — these systems inherit biases from their training data and can operate in ways even their own creators can’t explain. if we don’t impose strict ethical guidelines, we’re ceding control to forces we barely understand-“

“you’re acting like we’re summoning some digital god that’ll enslave us all! AI doesn’t have agency — instead of fearing it, we should focus on improving transparency and fairness in these systems. ethics in AI isn’t about rejecting technology, it’s about guiding it responsibly-“

“guiding it-“ namjoon can practically hear his heart thumping in his chest as his frustration rises inside him, “guiding it responsibly?! and what happens when corporations prioritise efficiency over ethics? what- what about when governments exploit AI for mass surveillance? when biased training data leads to systemic discrimination? you’re placing blind faith in a system that rewards profit over morality- you’re playing a dangerous game, dr. y/l/n, AI isn’t just another tool, it’s a tool we may not be able to control. and your reckless optimism makes you too eager to hand over the reins-“

“maybe you just don’t like that i’m willing to embrace the unknown!” you throw your hands up into the air before pointing an accusatory finger at him, “maybe that unsettles you because you have everything planned to a ridiculous degree, like the temperature of your coffee and what time you eat your croissants-“

“what unsettles me is your inability to take this seriously!” namjoon presses his lips into a firm line, feeling his face heating up, “you act as if ethics in AI is some intellectual playground when in reality, it has life-or-death consequences-“

“oh, i take it very seriously, dr. kim, i just don’t think fear is the right response. fear clouds judgement, and i think you just like to have an insane amount of control over things-“

“well, excuse me! someone has to have control, someone has to make sure we don’t create something we can’t contain-“

“you always think you can contain things, don’t you?”

“and you always think you can push boundaries without consequences!”

“you’d be surprised how many boundaries can be pushed safely, dr. kim.”

there’s a beat of silence between the two of you, the air heavy with something that doesn’t feel like loathing, but rather…

you pause, remembering all of a sudden that the students should be debating with each other instead of watching their professors do it

“uh-“ you turn back to face the class before letting out a chuckle, “let’s take twenty minutes to discuss this subject with the person next to you! dr. kim and i have to re-evaluate the structure of today’s lecture, please pardon us-“

the class breaks into discussion and both you and namjoon exchange glares as you head towards the door

the two of you stumble against each other and get caught in the door for a second, both of you wanting to be the first one out to lead the way

“oh, get off me-“

“you get off me!”

“what is your problem?!” you snap as soon as you leave the lecture hall, heading straight for an empty classroom nearby, “you’re supposed to let me lead this lecture, today was my day and you just couldn’t help yourself!”

when the hell is this going to end?!

there’s no way the both of you can work together if he’s going to get this heated in a debate

and sure, he made some really good points and the nerd inside of you is saying that that really good debate session might as well been some form of foreplay but that’s beside the point

“oh, please.” namjoon kicks the door shut behind him, “all we did was get into a debate, you should be glad i participated at all-“

“you know what, i actually do know what your problem is.” you whip around, jabbing a finger into his (firm) chest, “you’re just a little man who’s threatened by me because we both know i can do your job just as well — or honestly, even better than you can, and this is the first time you’ve had any sort of competition. i’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you just have to accept the fact that i’m going to be here and i’m sticking around for a long, long-“

“i’m going to kiss you, and if you don’t want that to happen, then tell me now and we can go back to the classroom and i’ll sit there quietly for the rest of your lecture.” namjoon interrupts, and your eyes widen as your breath hitches in your throat

“wha-“ your voice cracks and you feel your face flush, “you- i’m sorry, what?”

“you heard me, y/n.” namjoon looks down at you, and you’re half expecting him to quit the act and say that he’s just fucking with you, but… “so what’s it going to be?”

a moment of silence passes and you feel your thighs press together slightly when namjoon reaches up to loosen his tie slightly, his chest falling and rising in heavy breaths, “funny. you’re so quiet all of a sudden.”

“i…” your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, “fine. you- we-“ you straighten your posture, trying your best not to show how flustered you actually are, “but make it quick because i have a lecture to-“

without another word, namjoon closes the distance between the two of you and in one fluid motion, presses his lips against yours and now you can finally confirm that his lips are as soft as they look

you grip the front of his shirt to pull him closer, deepening the kiss with a fervor that matches the intensity of your back-and-forth over the last few weeks

your lips move against each other’s as namjoon’s hands slide around your waist to pull you in even tighter, his body pressing against yours as if he can’t get close enough

you’re breathless when the two of you eventually pull away, your cheeks flushed and your heart thumping wildly in your chest

“this better not be some weird prank-“ you manage to blurt out, head still spinning from what was a very, very good kiss, “because i’m petty enough to call the catering company and tell them to nix the croissant deliveries entirely-“

namjoon laughs, leaning down for another kiss — this time softer, more deliberate — before pulling away with a playful eye roll

“we’re gonna go back in and you’ll finish your lecture, and if you’re free tonight, i’d love to take you out for dinner.” he murmurs, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being a little shy

it’s cute

“i’ll go out with you… on one condition.” you hum, reaching up to adjust his glasses for him

“hm?”

“next week you let me lead a lecture on examining the moral dilemmas faced by superheroes in film and comics — like how batman has a no-kill rule and-“

namjoon immediately groans as he turns and heads towards the door, “oh my god, you are infuriating-“

“what?! it’s a good subject!”

🎙️ ask y/n about her thoughts on the nature of consciousness (talk to my characters!)

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!)

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!)

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creelson · 8 months ago

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[Famous Boyband] x Y/N Wattpad Styled fic, where Y/N describes in 1st person POV how fragile she is and how hard her life is before the boyband of her dream comes and rescues her, NEVER disappoints, not even in the year of our lord 2024

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ivynightshade · 1 year ago

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.

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bangtan-junkie · 7 months ago

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Dissonance (Part 1) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Genre/Tags: coworker!JK, enemies to lovers, smutttttt, slow burn (ish?), ANGST

Word Count: 5744 words

Synopsis:

Your coworker, Jungkook, got on your nerves. While everyone saw him as sweet and charming, you saw his true (annoying) colours that lay beneath. It was no secret that you hated him. No one knew that more than him. But a night out, drinks in your system, and a girl flirting with Jungkook in front of you might bring up some uglier feelings and be Jungkook's last straw.

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lol sorry I'm not great with synopses. but yeah this is rly just angst and filth enjoyyy. part 2 soon hopefully. also would love requests or feedback so lmk

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as Jungkook spoke. Jungkook was a newer employee and the whole office knew you didn't like him one bit. He was a kiss-ass and there was nothing you hated more than a kiss-ass. Not only was he a kiss-ass, he was also annoyingly good looking which only made people like him more. While you were busy busting your ass for work and cleaning up after other peoples' mess, he was able to get anyone to do whatever he wanted with a flash of his smile. To top it all off, nearly every woman in your office threw themselves at him - even the senior ladies. You couldn't stand it. Watching them twirling their hair, putting a hand on his chest as they laughed at his every word, it made you sick. What was worse was watching him flirt back - seeing him check them out, grab them by the waist, or whisper in their ears. Everything about him made your blood boil and you refused to give him an easy time like everyone else.

Jungkook was fully aware of your disdain for him. He didn’t miss how your eyes rolled when he walked into the room, or how you avoided him like he was the plague. He paid no attention to it at first, trying his best to charm you as he did with your peers. But every smile, joke, or conversation was shut down. He thought it wouldn’t bother him, but with each passing day, every scowl, every eye roll, and every glare, he felt his irritation growing. But he refused to give you the satisfaction of knowing that he cared about your opinion. Instead, he tried his best to show you that you had no affect on him at all. With every insult you threw at him, he turned it around and threw a cheeky, flirty comment back at you. He only did it because he knew it would piss you off even more. As amusing as it was, his frustration was building up as you pushed his buttons.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you shared a social circle at work because you were in the same department. As if you didn't get enough of each other at work, you were occasionally forced into seeing each other outside of work when your coworkers decided to go out. Tonight was one of those cursed nights as your group agreed to go out for drinks after work. So you sat at the end of the booth, downing your drinks faster than you probably should, watching one of the girls attempt to seduce Jungkook in the booth. You tried to focus on the conversation happening on the other side of you but found your mind wandering back to the two of them. She was practically in his lap by this point and had unbuttoned a few buttons of her top. Jungkook's arm was snaked around her waist while his other hand lingered along the hem of her skirt. You downed your next drink, trying to drown the burning sensation you felt in your chest. It was certainly drowning your common sense in the process, your head already beginning to feel fuzzy. The girl was asking stupid questions and resorting to plain flattery in an attempt to flirt. Your already bad mood from work combined with the drinks you were powering through was quickly worsening your mood and making you more bold.

"You're so sweet," she giggled, "No wonder everyone likes you over in your department."

"Not everyone," you mumbled under your breath with a roll of your eyes. Jungkook rolled his own eyes and ignored you but the girl looked over at you confused.

"Sorry?" She asked.

"Don't be. I was just agreeing with you. Jungkook is soooooooo sweet," you mocked, looking directly at him. She gave you a strange look and turned back to him.

"Looks like you're famous with all the ladies," she smiled, playing with his tie.

"Oh you have no idea," you laughed to yourself. Jungkook closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down and avoid reacting. "His reputation exceeds him," you giggle. This time she gave you a dirty look and ignored you.

"Too bad you're not in our department. You'd be a sight for sore eyes," she raked her eyes over him and winked.

"That's about all he's useful for, you should take him really," you grumbled. That was Jungkook's last straw. He finally turned to you, acknowledging your existence.

"Are you serious right now?" He glared. Your stomach flipped as you finally got a good look at him - tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, and fury swimming in his eyes. Yeah, the alcohol is definitely getting to me - you thought to yourself. You just shrugged in response.

“Get up. Now,” Jungkook demanded, voice low. You rolled your eyes but complied and slid off your chair as Jungkook slid out of the booth. As soon as you were up, you were being dragged away with a tight grip on your wrist, . He took you to the far corner of the bar, out of sight from the booth everyone was at. You rubbed your wrist in pain when let go of you.

“What are you doing?” He asked. You noticed the tick in his jaw as he clenched it. It made his jawline look even sharper. Dragging your gaze away from his jaw back to his eyes, you gave him a questioning look. “Don’t play fucking dumb right now,” he belittled. Your stomach dropped at the insult.

“I know you’re celibate, but I’m trying to take this girl home and fuck her brains out,” he sneered.

You gulped. Something about this Jungkook was doing something to you. He never got angry with you. He always had a witty remark for every insult you threw his way. Seeing him like this was different; it was more real than his cocky facade. His brows were furrowed and he was glaring at you like he wanted to grab you by the neck. Fuck he looks so hot. Normally you would never let yourself think that, but the alcohol swirling in you was clouding your judgment. Fortunately, you were still sober enough to hide your lustful gaze.

“I’m trying to save the girl from a night of disappointment and misery,” you snickered. Your answer only seemed to anger him more. He stepped forward and you took a step back. His annoyance was written all over his face. A few more steps and he’d backed you against a wall and caged you in with a hand placed next to your face. You had never been so close to Jungkook before. Was he always this handsome? You could only stare up at him and hope he didn’t notice how turned on you were.

“We both know you don’t believe that,” he said, leaning down, his face way too close to yours. “You think I’m such a man whore right? Surely you don’t think I have these women coming back just for my pretty face?” He mocked you. You felt your face flush. “Then what is it? Why are you cockblocking me?”

You weren’t completely sure why you were acting the way you were. Watching that girl press up so close to him, whisper in his ear, laugh at his every work - it made you sick. Yet you couldn’t look away, you watched as he flirted so shamelessly and your stomach swirled with disgust.

“She’s fucking stupid. She fell for you. Really I’m doing her a favour.”

“Why do you care Y/n? Just because you don’t want me, doesn’t mean other people don’t.”

“Because they look so dumb fawning over you,” your gaze was hazy, “all they see is how ha-,” your eyes trailed down to his pretty lips, having the little sense to cut yourself off before saying what you were going to say. “They’re always the same; flipping their hair, laughing at your dumb jokes, climbing into your lap. And you eat it up every time.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed for a moment before he scoffed.

“What, are you jealous sweetheart?” He joked dryly. “Wish it was you instead?” He asked, trying to annoy you and fully expecting you to get angry. Turns out, it worked. Something fiery and ugly crawled through your veins as the words left his mouth, making you feel hot. You couldn’t face what the feeling was - just knowing Jungkook was making you feel something so dark was enough to stop your train of thought. You refused to become one of those girls...you couldn't.

“You know what? Never mind, you guys are perfect for each other,” you mumbled while quickly slipping under his arms. The possibility of you being jealous was sobering. It cleared your mind enough to know you should get back to the table. Enough to see how dangerously close to disaster you were. But just as you made it a foot past him, he pulled you back, pressing your back against the wall. His gaze was different now - dark and piercing. It held you captive, like a deer caught in headlights. You couldn’t look away and neither could you pull out of the tight grip he had on your arm.

“What, that’s it? Not even gonna give me shit for that?” He questioned. The words were meant to be teasing but instead they sounded angry, nearly spiteful. His mind was racing as he put the whole picture together but refused to believe it. Embarrassment replaced the ugly feeling clawing up your throat, making your body burn up. His gaze became too intense and you had to look away. But he was not going to make this easy for you. He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him as he patiently waited for you to say something, to deny what he was thinking. This was a whole new side of him that you were seeing for the first time. What was worse was that some part of you liked it. Your embarrassment reached a new height as the tension grew thicker between you. You wanted to scream, to run, to get as far away from Jungkook as you could - anything but admit this new found truth. Tears threatened to wallow in your eyes as the unease began eating you alive. But you forced them back, refusing to embarrass yourself any further. After several moments of silence from you, Jungkook let go of your jaw and scoffed in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” he uttered, bewildered, before hanging his head. The short moment gave you reprieve, a second to breathe again now that he wasn’t looking into your soul. Your mouth opened to say something, anything to redeem yourself, but shut when you couldn’t think of anything. Then Jungkook was chuckling, which turned into a laugh that made his shoulders shake. It wasn’t a joyous laughter. No, it was mocking, cruel.

“This whole time,” he started, his laughter dying down as he looked at you again, “I thought there was an actual reason you hated me.” He straightened his back, now towering above you, and moved closer. He was looking at you like he was going to eat you alive. You quickly avoided his gaze, choosing to stare straight ahead at his chest instead. One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair before he yanked it, forcing you to look at him again. You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips as he pulled your hair. It only fueled that hunger in his eyes.

“All this time, you just needed to be stuffed full of cock huh? Needed me to fuck the attitude out of you?”

The words immediately sent a rush of arousal to your core, leaving you breathless. If it wasn't for the little bit of pride left in you, you would've jumped him. Jungkook watched as your eyes filled with lust and anger as you steeled your resolve. He quickly glanced around to see if any of your coworkers were nearby before grabbing your wrist and dragging you into the washroom. All you heard was the door locking before you were pinned to the wall.

“Come on Y/n, I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you're jealous. Tell me you want to be in my bed instead of her,” he growled, getting more bold by the second. You gulped, struggling to contain your reactions.

"Shut up," you spat out, finally finding your voice. "Go fuck her for all I care." You gave him the best glare you could muster up. Jungkook's eyes lit up with the challenge you presented, but the dark glint in them made you nervous. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand.

"If you're gonna lie, at least do it well," he taunted, his breath hitting your lips.

"I don't care what you do Jungkook. Just let me go" you whined, straining your wrists in his grip. He only tightened his hold on you, hiking your wrists further up the wall and forcing you on your tippy toes. His sheer strength was slightly jarring as you were left helpless in his grip.

"Yeah?," he scoffed, "then maybe I should go back out there and pick up where I left off." You felt your stomach drop at his suggestion. Some part of you deep down wanted more. But an even bigger part of you couldn't stand the thought of enduring more of him flirting with that girl.

"She's a bold one, you know? She kept pushing my hand up her thigh, closer to where she really wanted it," he teased, voice low.

His hand trailed along your waist, over your hips, then down your thigh. Your breath hitched at the gentle touch. His fingers brushed along the hem of your skirt, which suddenly felt too short. You couldn't seem to peel your eyes away from his tattooed fingers that threatened to slip under your skirt. Your heart pounded in your chest as thoughts of what else his hands could do flashed through your mind. Taking advantage of your silence, he continued.

"She's filthy, she would've let me touch her pussy right there at the table," he groaned. "Could've had her riding my fingers in front of everyone, trying her best to stay quiet." You shot him a glare, finding the thought repulsive - unless it was you he was touching of course. "Would you rather I leave you here and go do that?"

"Fuck you," you answered with a little too much anger and disgust. It was obvious that you cared, and you hated that. Jungkook raised a brow, a satisfied smirk dawning his lips.

"I'll take that as a no," he mused, fingertips dipping under your skirt, ghosting over the inside of your thigh. You let out a shaky breath.

"I didn't...I mean...," you stumbled over your words, trying to find an excuse. You didn't want him to have the upper hand. It hurt your ego.

"Come on, use your words Y/n. Tell me why you don't want me to go," he patronized, waiting to hear your answer. His fingers continued to trail upwards, making you fluster more. You ignored his request, hyperaware of his touch. If he moved his fingers any further up, he'd be able to feel your arousal and the thought was mortifying. He'd never let you live it down.

"Jungkook," you gasped, getting higher on your tippy toes in an attempt to get his fingers a little further away.

"Yes?" He answered, intrigued by the sudden flustered expression on your face.

"Don't...your fingers," you managed to say, squirming under him.

"What about them?" He asked, stilling their movement but dug them into the flesh of your inner thigh. You closed your eyes and muttered a prayer under your breath.

"This isn't appropriate.." you said shakily, staring at the his hand disappeared under your skirt. He scoffed at your words.

"Not appropriate?" he chuckled. "You know what else is inappropriate? The constant belittling and insults you throw my way." The amusement dissipated from his voice. "The way you humiliate me in front of everyone is inappropriate Y/n," his words pierced you. The internal battle between guilt and arousal you were feeling left your head fuzzy.

"Listen, I'm sorr-" you started, genuinely wanting to apologize, seeing how upset he was. But he cut you off, not wanting to hear your apology.

"And what's especially inappropriate is the way you're looking at me right now," he growled. A rush of arousal flowed through you as he called you out. "It's inappropriate how your eyes are begging me to touch you."

The breath was knocked out of you as he pointed out everything that you thought he hadn't noticed. "I bet if I touched you right now, you'd be fucking soaked," he said, voice low.

"Jungkook please," you said breathlessly, begging him to stop speaking as your legs threatened to give out under you.

"Please what?" he asked, forcing you to spell it out for him.

"Please...I can't.." you whimpered. The sound made him groan.

"You can't?" he questioned, "Can't take it anymore?" Your eyes threatened to tear up again. "Want me to stop? Or do you want me to touch you?"

You took a second to think about it, calming your overwhelmed nerves. Were you actually going to give in to your desires? Was it worth the never ending humiliation and mockery you'd face after? You took one look at his hungry eyes and decided - fuck it.

"Touch me," you finally said, heart racing. His eyes darkened and he wasted no time in obliging. He quickly hiked your skirt up to your hips, his fingers slipping between your clothed folds. All thoughts escaped your mind as Jungkook finally touched you where you wanted.

"Fuck, you really are soaked - for me," he growled. You had half the mind to remind him that he was also clearly enjoying himself. But your eyes fluttered shut and the words transformed into a moan as his fingers rubbed over your clit again. Pleasure coursed through your body, the tension between you two only adding to the fire between your legs. "I turn you on that much?"

You could only huff in response, too focused on the pleasure. His fingers slid down, rubbing through your wetness. Then he stopped. You groaned at the loss, opening your eyes to shoot him a glare. You were met with Jungkook's dark, lustful gaze. His eyes scanned your features hungrily, catching on your lips before stopping at your eyes. The look on your face was one he was used to. The look of anger, frustration, borderline hate. Usually he despised it, but in that moment he savoured it. This time, it was mixed with desperation - desire. It made him proud that he was able to push you to this point.

"Are you kidding me?" you asked, clearly annoyed.

"So cute how you think you'll get your way every time," he mumbled, a devilish smirk resting on his lips. "You know what one of the first things I noticed about you was? How you weren't afraid to speak your mind." It felt strange to hear Jungkook complimenting you like this, but you still felt like this was a trap. "Obviously, back then I didn't know that I'd grow to hate it," he chuckled. You rolled your eyes.

"But I want you to speak your mind now. You've always said every terrible thing you thought about me. So tell me what you're thinking about me now Y/n," he said, eyes staring into your soul like he knew every filthy thought that was running through your mind. He moved closer, his lips grazing against your ear as he whispered, "Still thinking of how much you hate me?"

"No," you answered, wanting him to get on with it.

"What are you thinking then?" Every inch of you screamed at you not to answer. But you knew there was only one way out of this. Jungkook wanted the truth, he wanted to hear you say it.

"I'm thinking about your hands, your fingers," you said softly, grateful that he had his face buried in your neck so that you didn't have to look him in the eye.

"What about 'em?" His breathing was ragged against your skin, like he couldn't wait to finally hear the words.

"Thinking about how good they look on my legs," you admitted, heart racing. Jungkook didn't answer, only taking a sharp breath in. A few more seconds of silence and you gulped, deciding to take the leap.

"Thinking about how big your hands are. And how good your fingers would feel inside of me," you said, gasping as his fingers resumed their ministrations. Jungkook pulled his head back, finally looking at you again, a dark lust painted across his features.

"Thinking about cumming on your fingers and your cock," you said, your eyes fluttering shut as pleasure worked its way through your body again. "Thinking about how much I hate that you're making me feel this way."

Jungkook cursed under his breath, making you open your eyes.

"Why?" The question was simple, but it felt heavy. His eyes bore into your; anger, lust, and focus swirling around in them.

"I don't wanna be one of those girls," you answered, voice barely above a whisper. A cold look washed over his face for a brief moment.

"How does it feel then? You're here, soaked and begging me to touch you. About to cum on my fingers. I'm the one making you feel this good," he growled, fingers picking up their pace. "Are you angry? Disgusted?"

His fingers had you hurtling towards the edge, leaving your mind hazy. You barely processed his question as the pressure built up in your core again. All you could do was moan his name as you quickly reached your climax. But then his fingers were gone, leaving you crashing. There was a moment of silence as disbelief and anger coursed through you. When you looked back at him, his expression seemed colder.

“What the fuck Jungkook?!” you nearly shouted when you finally came back to your senses. “I was so close!” you grit through your teeth.

“Oh were you?” Jungkook mocked, observing your angered reaction.

“I should’ve known. Of course you’re a selfish douchebag in bed too,” you spat. A smirk formed on his lips as he raised a brow at your words.

“It’s bewildering that those girls come back when you can’t even get them off once. I guess it is just for your pretty face,” you sneered, wanting him to him to be equally as pissed of as you. He let go of your wrists and buried a hand in your hair before yanking it back. You yelped at the harsh tug that forced your head back, exposing your neck to him.

“God you really just keep running your mouth, don’t ya?” He growled. “A few more seconds and we both know you would’ve creamed your panties.” You gulped at his words, unable to deny them.

“But only good girls get to cum,” he whispered, his hot breath on your ear sending shivers down your spine. He let go of your hair, putting a little space between you two. “You think you deserve to cum?” He asked.

“After months of being an asshole to me, never listening to anything I said, treating me like an idiot? All because you wanted my cock stuffed in your tight pussy.” The anger swirling in his eyes only turned you on more.

“Did you really think I’d give you what you wanted so easily Y/n?” he mocked. “After all that, did you think I’d let you have your way? Maybe finally fuck you how you’ve wanted? Have you screaming my name, squirting all over my cock, over and over again?” While his words added to the arousal between your legs, his tone left you humiliated. You could feel your face getting hotter.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to mutter while staring at the floor. Jungkook chuckled darkly before grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him.

“Oh baby, no. Sorry won’t cut it. If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna have to earn it,” he growled, staring right into your eyes.

Then he let go of your jaw. He was angry with you, so angry. But watching you beg, cry his name, submit to him made his cock impossibly hard. As he fumbled with his belt and pants, you understood what he wanted. Without a second thought, you dropped to your knees before him. Jungkook cursed under his breath at the way you looked up at him. You reached forward to help him as he shakily unzipped his pants, but he merely brushed your hands away. You waited patiently, your heart racing in anticipation of finally seeing his cock. Relief spread across his face when he finally pulled his aching cock out of its confines. You licked your lips at the sight. Jungkook’s hand squeezed at the base as he slapped your cheek with his cock.

“Open,” he demanded. You obeyed, opening your mouth and letting your tongue out. Jungkook slapped his heavy cock on your tongue, groaning as you looked up at him. His cock twitched against your tongue as he admired the lewd image in front of him. You swirled your tongue around the tip before closing your lips around it. Jungkook grunted, still looking at you with dark eyes. But he refused to move, leaving you to do all the work for now. So, you slowly sunk your mouth down on his cock, brushing his hands away from the base. When you’d finally sunk all the way down, your nose brushing against his pelvis, Jungkook’s head rolled back and he let out a heavy sigh that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Seeing him crumble under your touch boosted your pride and ego. Feeling like you finally had some power in this situation, you decided to go further, just to pull more of those cute whimpers out of him. You pulled back before sinking down on him again, letting his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck, he moaned, his hands flying to the back of your head to grab your hair. You repeated the action two more times, pulling a string of curses and moans from his lips that hit your ears like music. Just as you were pulling your head back for another time, Jungkook’s hands pushed your head forward, thrusting his own hips so his cock was buried deep in your throat. The action caught you off guard, your hands coming up to hold his thighs, attempting to stabilize yourself. Your throat burned at the abrupt intrusion and you felt tears beginning to well in your eyes as he held you there. But the look of pleasure etched on his face and the pretty moans leaving his lips were incentive enough for you to stay there. You tried your best to focus on breathing through your nose as he buried his cock as deep as he could.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “Who knew your mouth felt this fucking good?” He asked rhetorically, his voice low and hoarse, finally opening his eyes. Seeing you looking up at him with his cock stuffed down your throat, tears streaming down your face, and trying your best to nod to his question proved to be overwhelming for Jungkook. He felt like he could cum right there and then. With a growl, he yanked you off his cock, finally giving you a chance to breathe. You coughed as you tried to catch your breath, trying to wipe away your tears and the saliva dripping down your chin. He had to look away from you for a moment or he thought he’d go crazy. So he slowly stroked his cock, letting his head roll back, as you caught your breath.

You breathed heavily, unable to do anything but look up at him in a haze. As soon as you caught your breath, you wrapped your lips around his cock again. Jungkook looked at you through hooded eyes as you eagerly sank down on his cock again. He didn’t even give you a second to readjust, a hand fisting your hair as his hips snapped forward. He set a rough pace, leaving your throat feeling raw already. You could feel his anger and frustration with every thrust.

“Fuck, I should’ve just done this,” he growled. “Every time you ran your mouth, should’ve just stuffed it with cock. Bet you would’ve loved that,” he grunted, quickly getting close to the edge. You whimpered softly around him, unsure if you were agreeing or not. “Such a fucking slut,” he groaned, punctuating the words with harsh thrusts. His movements were getting rougher and sloppier as he hurtled closer to the edge. You held onto his thighs for support, letting him use your mouth.

“Fuck I’m getting close,” he groaned. He cursed under his breath seeing the anticipation in your eyes. He quickly yanked your head back and stroked his cock quickly. “Fucking hell, you know how bad I wanna cum all over your face? Let everyone at the table see what a fucking cockslut you are for me?” He groaned, his hand moving quickly. You stared up at him, burning the sight into your mind.

“Don’t care, just want your cum,” you gasped, still catching your breath. That was all Jungkook needed to hear to completely lose himself.

He quickly buried his cock in your mouth again as he came. Curses and moans spilled from his lips, his hot cum shooting down your throat. You could see his adam’s apple move with every groan and it was driving you crazy. There was no doubt that you were soaking wet and you ached to be filled up. Your tongue soothed his cock, coaxing him to give you more. Even after he finished, he kept himself buried in your mouth, savouring the feeling. After a few moments, he finally pulled away. His gaze was piercing as he tucked himself back into his pants, straightening himself up. You finally stood up again, brushing at your aching knees. Your heart was pounding in your ears at the anticipation of what was going to come. After all, you’d definitely been good to him. Jungkook looked at your sloppy appearance and smiled sadistically.

“Who knew you were such a filthy slut?” He taunted, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Sucking dick in a public bathroom so desperately,” he mocked. His tone made your stomach drop. Your heart continued racing with excitement and unease. He leaned in closer. “Should be enough dick to get you through the next week without being a bitch to me, right?”

You couldn’t hide the wince at his words. The spite in his voice stung. Sure he was degrading you before, but this time he sounded like he meant it. He stepped back from you, looking over you without a hint of warmth. “Might wanna clean up before you come back out,” he said nonchalantly, unlocking the bathroom door. “Wouldn’t want everyone to know that you had my cock down your throat,” he said coldly. Then he was out the door, leaving you a mess, alone in the bathroom. You couldn’t move for a few moments, still trying to process what had just happened. You’d never seen him that angry and bitter before. You couldn’t believe that he’d just left you to clean yourself up after all that. The only thing that snapped you out of your thoughts was the thought of someone walking in on you like this. You finally moved to lock the door again.

“What the fuck,” you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror. You shot yourself a dirty look, seeing the state you were in. You felt humiliated. As you fixed yourself up, you mentally cursed yourself for letting your guard down around Jungkook. You should’ve known that he would act like a dick. Underneath that charming exterior, he was downright awful. Of course he would insult and humiliate you after getting what he wanted. You could feel the anger bubble up in your chest, threatening to make you march back to the table and yell at him in front of everyone. But you knew you couldn’t. You’d be exposing yourself in that process and the last thing you wanted people to know was that you gave in to Jungkook. You couldn’t be seen as one of those stupid girls that were chasing him all the time. You weren’t one of them. Taking a deep breath to calm down, you took one last look in the mirror. After making sure you looked decent again, you finally stepped out of the bathroom.

As you walked back to the table, an obnoxious, high pitched laugh made your stomach churn with dread. Jungkook sat there, his arm draped over the booth behind the same girl from before, smirking as he spoke to her. She was leaning in so close that any movement would have their lips touching. You felt sick when he whispered in her ear, chuckling at whatever she responded with. You could’ve thrown up right there and then, your blood running cold. There was no way in hell you were gonna sit there and watch him act like this after everything that happened. As soon as you got to the table, you grabbed your bag and jacket, refusing to look at the two of them.

“Hey, Y/n are you leaving?” someone asked. You couldn’t even tell who was talking, too busy trying to escape this hell. “Yeah, feeling kinda sick,” you mumbled, already turning on your heels. You heard some ‘goodbye’s and ‘feel better’s from behind you but you just hastily waved without turning around. When you finally got into the cold night, the air felt like a slap to your face. It smacked some sense back into you. Your mind reeled with the events of the night and you wondered what you could’ve possibly been thinking. You just started speed walking, nearly sprinting, towards the subway, desperate to get home and wash the filth and disgust that caked your skin and clawed at your insides.

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 14/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hey guys 😅 I wrote the longest chapter I've ever written for the series 🤭 About 11+ k words 😏 I tried really hard for you guys and spent SO MUCH TIME ON THIS CHAPTER 😂 But I did it 💪🏻 Chapter 14 is very (I'm serious when I say "very") eventful. And I can't wait to find out how you like it 🥺 Read this chapter to the end and I promise you you will be shocked 🤭☝🏻 In addition, this chapter is entirely written from Jungkook's point of view. Tell me what you think of his thoughts 😉🙃 I love all the army, you are extremely cool and the best in the world, that’s for sure 💗

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 14. Past mistakes

Jungkook sat in his car, leaning back. His hand was on the steering wheel, his eyes were directed somewhere out the window, although he couldn't really see anything.

He had to concentrate - Lee's schedule was literally minute-by-minute: a meeting with the finance department, a short meeting with the PR department, checking investor reports. Everything was in preparation for the next stage of the "merger," which he hated.

But his thoughts kept coming back to you.

Jungkook sighed. He sighed heavily and long, trying to ease his condition. He replayed in his mind how you looked this morning. Your disheveled hair, your warm skin, the scratches on his back-your fingernails had left those marks. He remembered your voice, quiet, a little hoarse after the night.

"I liked... everything." you said, awkwardly.

Fuck. He liked everything, too. He liked it too much.

Your body, your movements, the way you reacted to him - honestly, without acting, without pretense. Jungkook was with different women. Beautiful, experienced, playful. But none of them caused him such... obsession.

He wanted you more. Much more.

But it wasn't just about sex, and that's what pissed him off.

Because he caught himself wanting to stay with you afterwards. Watching you fall asleep. Waiting for you to wake up. He wanted to know what you were thinking about when you were silent. Do you think about him? He wanted to see your eyes when you look at something with curiosity. He wanted to hear your laugh more often - real, not forced.

Your body was not enough for him. He wanted you. All of you.

"What the fuck, Jungkook..." he muttered to himself.

He wasn't used to reacting like this. He was drawn to you as if you were something he had no right to want-but he wanted you anyway. Even more than he should have.

And worst of all, you obeyed him. You responded to him in a way that was not allowed. You challenged him.

It turned him on more than any lace on your body.

"You must be a problem, kitten," he thought. "Because of all the women I've ever had, you're the only one who makes me want to do more than just take your clothes off."

And not just to have you, but to understand you. To touch not only your skin but your mind.

It scared him. It made him angry.

But, damn it... it was even more exciting.

When he first saw you, he knew you will be his. Maybe for one night, maybe for a few, but to want you all the time like crazy?

He didn't foresee that.

And now, sitting in the car, replaying in his head the way you looked, the way you breathed, the way you begged him, he realized that everything was getting out of control.

Jungkook stopped at a traffic light, and the name "Kang Sukhi" popped up on the Mercedes interactive panel. He looked at name indifferently, not wanting to talk with her. The call went on for a long time until it disconnected itself, and a second later she called again. Jungkook realized she had seen the articles about him and you. He wondered what she had to say.

He pressed almost the last dial tone.

"Yes, I'm listening," he said in a steady voice.

"How long do you plan to play with your new toy? I'm a little tired of watching you kiss," she said sharply, with a sweet smile in her voice.

"Don't look, no one is forcing you to," he said with a subtle smile. Sukhi laughed bitterly.

"You know perfectly well that this is all nonsense. Your fun will soon end, because we're getting married. It's a done deal. It's... beneficial. For everyone."

"You call to reassure yourself?" Jungkook asked ironically, but he felt slightly irritated by her self-assured tone.

"Don't mock me. Have you really started to think you can decide everything on your own?" Sukhi sounded tense.

"I always decide everything myself, in case you haven't noticed. That's why we never announced our engagement," Jungkook replied in an indifferent tone.

There was a short pause on the other end of the line. Then came a cold laugh.

"But you know perfectly well that our parents have already made a deal. You're just putting off the inevitable. And I'm wondering..." her voice became softer, more venomous, "Have you fallen in love with her? Why is she still with you?"

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds.

Your hair tousled after sex, your swollen lips after kissing, your shy smile flashed before his eyes.

"Yes," he finally said, quietly but firmly. "I'm in love."

He wasn't sure why he said it. Maybe to hear Sukhi's reaction. Maybe he wanted to hear himself say it out loud. He had to admit that he liked the way it sounded.

Sukhi laughed. Loudly and almost theatrically.

"Poor boy. So sorry your feelings don't mean anything. I'm going to be your wife. Whether you want me to or not. It's not about you, it's about families. Business. And power."

His jaw clenched. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

"I'll be a good wife to you," she added softly, with a venomous note.

Jungkook didn't answer. Because deep inside, he was seething with disgust at her words.

To the idea that his life was being decided without him.

"I have a lot of work to do," he cut off sharply, "don't waste my time," and pressed the end button.

Manager Lee was waiting for him at the entrance to the parking lot. This was atypical - Lee always stayed upstairs - so Jungkook was immediately on the lookout.

Once parked, he quickly got out of the car and confidently walked toward the man.

"Good morning," he nodded.

The manager bowed discreetly and greeted him back. As always, he was composed and emotionless, but Jungkook knew him well enough to notice that something was wrong. There was tension in Lee's eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you here?" he asked, stopping in front of him.

Lee cleared his throat.

"Your father is waiting for you in the study."

Jungkook pressed his lips into a straight line. He was sure his father would want to talk again when he saw the articles. But the thought of talking to him was still irritating.

"Did he say something?" Jungkook asked as he passed the manager and headed for the elevator. He followed.

"He just asked when you'd be here. And he told that he was waiting for you in the office," Lee replied evenly.

The elevator opened and they went inside. There was a short pause.

"Did you see the articles?" Jungkook asked, not taking his eyes off the door.

"Yes," Lee nodded briefly. "You and Ms. Han are all over the front page. The yellow press is thrilled. It's like they were given a gift." He was silent for a moment and asked, "Did you have a good time?"

Jungkook smiled, not even trying to hide it.

"Yes. I showed her the penthouse. She was... pleased."

Manager Lee didn't say anything, but Jungkook noticed that he looked down a little, obviously trying to remain professional.

The elevator opened, and Jungkook made his way to his office, mentally preparing himself for another conversational battle with his father.

He entered his office. His father, President Jeon, was sitting in his chair, sitting comfortably.

He was calmly staring at the screen of the tablet he was holding, reading a news article with the headline:

"’Jeon Group's’ heir sabotages engagement again. Date with the same mystery girl in the center of Seoul'" His voice was unpleasantly loud in Jungkook's ears. "That was a great performance. Especially the kissing. You know how to get the attention of the press," President Jeon sarcastically said.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Jungkook replied coldly as he closed the door.

President Jeon looked up and studied his son's face for a few seconds.

"You are going to marry Sukhi. This is no longer up for discussion. I give you one week to get rid of this girl, and we will announce your engagement to Kang Tehwon's daughter," he said seriously.

His father's behavior hasn't changed since Jungkook's childhood. He tells him what to do, and Jungkook must to do it without question. But he is no longer a child who had no choice. He is a grown man who decides what he can do and how he can do it.

Jungkook sighed skeptically and rolled his eyes defiantly.

"You don't seem to know how to listen. I'm not going to marry Sukhi. I'm tired of repeating the same thing. I've made my choice."

"You don't decide anything, Jungkook. Marriage is the key to the merger with ‘Kang Technology’. We're talking about prospects that have never been seen in the company's history: joint entry into the Singapore market, access to government projects, capital pooling..."

"Prospects?" interrupted Jungkook, taking a step forward. "Kang Tehwon can't be trusted. I warned you. But you just don't want to see it."

President Jeon smiled. It was almost a condescending smile, like for child.

"In business, trust is a conditional thing. It is not the honest who survives, but the one who knows how to play. And you're still acting like a boy who thinks his feelings will make a difference." He leaned forward, his voice darkening. "This isn't about girls who look good in bed and disappear as soon as you get bored. This is about power. It's about the future of the company you're responsible for. And stop playing around."

Jungkook moved closer to the table, his gaze darkening and his voice dropping to a threatening silence.

"Do you really want me to sign an alliance with someone I despise? And pretend like it's all normal? No. I will not allow this to happen. And I will do everything I can to stop this merger from happening."

The father slowly stood up, straightening to his full height.

"Son, I think you've forgotten who has the final say here. I can freeze your assets, remove you from the Board, and revoke the power of attorney that I gave you. Do you think your shares mean anything without my support?" he studied his son's expression carefully. "You will not do this. Otherwise, I will strip you of all power."

President Jeon was on his way out when he suddenly heard his son's cold voice behind him.

"Then do it," Jungkook said. The president turned around and stared at his son's back. "Do me a favor and deprive me of the role of your heir," he said coldly. "Then we can both finally be honest: you never saw me as a person. Only a tool."

Jungkook turned around. Their eyes met-cold, hard, unbending. In Jungkook's gaze was a challenge. In his father's gaze was a deep disappointment that bordered on contempt.

Jungkook knew this look so well. He often rewarded him with it when Jungkook said he didn't want to be the heir to a large corporation.

"I think I raised a weak boy," his father said quietly. "One who chews snot and plays at love." Jungkook could barely contain his anger. He clenched his fists harder so that it wouldn't be noticeable that he was shaking with anger. "Jungkook, finally realize who you are. And remember who you have to become. Get rid of the girl, or I will."

Something inside him clicked. No. God forbid he laid a finger on you...

"Don't even think about going near her," Jungkook said, his voice threatening. President Jeon frowned, but immediately hid his emotions under a mask of calm. He had not expected such a decisive response from his son, but he was not going to give in either.

"You crossed the line a long time ago, son," he said, his voice cold and distant. "Do you think your struggle for some illusion of love can change the reality of this world?" He paused, giving the words importance. "This is not a world where you can afford weakness."

Jungkook didn't answer right away, breathing heavily, feeling his every muscle tense with internal tension. It was hard to stay calm when the man he not only hated, but was forced to look up to, was standing in front of him.

"I'm not your reflection anymore," Jungkook finally said with a serious expression on his face. "And I won't follow your orders just because you want me to. If that makes me weak, then I will be weak. But at least I will be true to myself."

President Jeon's face darkened. He realized that his son had crossed the point of no return.

"Do you think your pride is bigger than yourself?" he said slowly, as if he wanted to swallow every word before releasing it. "When your ambition causes you to lose, you will realize that your ideals are just empty words for a child who has never been able to accept his responsibilities."

Jungkook did not flinch, even though every word hurt his heart. But it was his choice, and he had no intention of backing down.

"You can keep those responsibilities for yourself," he answered briefly. "I will not be your toy heir. I have other plans."

There was silence for a moment. The air between them literally crackled with tension. His father looked at him for a few more seconds, and then... turned and left the office, leaving behind the echo of heavy footsteps and the pressure of an unspoken threat.

Jungkook couldn't find his feet after talking to his father. He was sure that his fake relationship plan would work. He thought that the scandal he created and the ostentatious "love" would be enough to undermine his image so that President Jeon would change his mind. But he underestimated his stubbornness. His father seemed to become even more insistent.

Jungkook felt that time was running out. He needed proof-real, hard, irrefutable proof-that Kang Tehwon was not just seeking a merger, but was intent on taking over ‘Jeon Group’ completely.

The fact that he was buying up shares in the Busan branch was just the tip of the iceberg. After that conversation, Jungkook immediately instructed his manager to investigate: what shady schemes Kang Tehwon was running, what offshore accounts he was using, and who were the people behind him.

And yet, he had to continue this farce. To continue to be a couple with you, a pretend couple in love that everyone thinks is real.

While his manager was looking for evidence against Kang Tehwon, Jungkook decided to bet on Sukhi.

The idea was simple: if Sukhi sees that he is "unwaveringly" with you, maybe her pride will not stand. Perhaps she would give up the marriage herself. But how do you make her believe that? What does Sukhi have to see to break down? The answer never came.

And one more thing - now Jungkook has to make sure that his father doesn't get close to you. To know President Jeon is to realize that he never makes a threat in vain. And although Jungkook didn't want to think the worst, his fear for you was real. All of this is indeed chaos, but he will endure. Because there is no case that Jungkook can't handle.

That evening, when it was already dark, he drove home exhausted, morally depressed, with an obsessive feeling of anger settling deep inside. And only one thought kept him from completely giving up - you.

Thinking about you calmed him down. He wanted to see you, to touch you, just to forget about everything that was happening around him.

So, without thinking twice, he bought some fried chicken and beer and went to see you. He wasn't sure if you had already eaten dinner or if you would want to eat so late, but he just wanted to spend time with you. To see your eyes. To feel a little bit of your warmth.

He stopped in front of your door with a bag and bottles in his hands. He pressed the bell and looked at the clock - it was almost ten. Maybe you're already asleep. You might be angry that he was disturbing you so late.

You were in no hurry to open the door. And when Jungkook was about to turn around and leave, the door swung open.

You stood on the threshold in a light housecoat, your hair still a little damp. You smelled like something fruity. And Jungkook, despite his tiredness, suddenly felt his heart beat faster.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, glancing at the package in his hands.

"I... thought it would be nice to eat some chicken and drink beer..." he said, a little confused, picking up the package. "You haven't had dinner yet, have you?"

Your eyes met his again. You hesitated for a second, and then stepping aside.

"Who can say no to chicken and beer? You're lucky I didn't eat dinner."

Jungkook came inside, glad that you hadn't turned down dinner with him. He walked over to the table and put down a bag of chicken. You were shocked when he pulled out not only four servings of fried chicken, but also onigiri with tuna, and two servings of spicy tokpoki, which you loved with chajamyeon sauce.

"Oh my God, tteokbokki with chajamyeon is my favorite," you couldn't contain your joy when you saw them. Jungkook froze. He knows you love them, that's why he bought them. "How did you know?" you asked, opening the box of warm rice dumplings.

"Uh... I didn't know, I just got what I liked," he lied. You turned to Jungkook, narrowing your eyes.

"Do we have something in common now?" you sneered. Jungkook smiled and leaned toward you.

"We have a lot in common, kitten, and you know it's not just the tokkpoki." Jungkook looked at your lips, which were beckoning him like a magnet. He wanted to kiss you, but you seemed to notice and stood up abruptly, running away from him.

"I'll get the beer glasses and chopsticks. I'm not comfortable eating with wooden ones. Do you want me to get you some iron ones too?" you said quickly. Jungkook turned to look at your face.

"Yes, please give me the iron ones." he said, smiling slightly.

You went into the kitchen, and Jungkook stayed at the table, setting out the food. The wait became surprisingly long - a minute, two... He looked up and looked in the direction of the kitchen, and what he saw made you feel a wave of slight arousal.

You stood on tiptoe at the locker, trying to get the glasses off the top shelf. The robe rose with your every movement, barely covering your buttocks, and your naked legs looked dangerously attractive. Your hair, damp and uncombed, fell in waves over your shoulders, and the curve of your body simply called for sin.

Jungkook couldn't resist the temptation to approach you. His feet moved forward on their own.

"What are you doing there so helplessly?" he muttered above your head, coming close. His chest touched your back. Jungkook felt the warmth of your body as he raised his hand and easily removed the large beer glasses from the shelf.

You turned around, a little confused, looking at the glasses in his hands.

"Thank you..." you said tensely.

"I'm always ready to help," he smiled playfully, not moving away. His eyes were once again locked on your lips. And when you took a step to the side, he put the glasses on the countertop and pushed you gently but firmly against it.

"I want to kiss you," Jungkook whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, with a hint of seduction. You looked up, noticing that he was looking at your lips. You were silent, didn't answer, didn't look away. You did not push him away.

And that was enough for him to realize that you didn't mind.

His lips touched yours - at first cautiously, gently, as if he was asking for permission. Then - more decisively, more insistently. His hand found your waist, and the kiss gained strength. Jungkook felt how your breath catch in your throat.

He allowed himself to slip his tongue inside your welcoming mouth, and when his tongue met yours, he gave a little moan. His heavy thoughts left his head for a moment, and he loved the feel of your plump lips.

Jungkook felt his cock begin to throb. He has to stop, because otherwise he'll fuck you right here in this kitchen.

When he finally pulled back, you were left pinned to the countertop, just as confused and still wanting.

"You have no idea... how you just saved my day," Jungkook said quietly between you, looking at you.

He smiled, took the chopsticks from your hands, take a glasses and walked back to the table as if nothing had happened.

"Come here. The food is getting cold," Jungkook nodded.

He sat down on the couch, putting the chopsticks on the table and grabbing a bottle of beer. Your closeness was clouding his judgment, and he made a titanic effort to stop at just a kiss.

He would like to continue, but he has to give you some space. Because if he tries to fuck you every time you're around, you'll probably run away from him.

You sat down next to him. Silently. Jungkook handed you a glass of beer.

"Here's to running away from madness," Jungkook said with a smile and to you. You smiled and took a long gulp.

You started eating, and he really tried to focus on the food, on your presence, which was strangely calming him-but somewhere deep down, the wreckage of today was still fermenting. He took a bite of chicken and heard your soft voice.

"How was your day? I mean... did anyone say anything to you about the articles?"

His eyes rested on you for a moment. The hint was too obvious, you were wondering if there was any reaction to your performance yesterday. Jungkook sighed.

"Sukhi called in the morning. And then I had a nice conversation with my father," Jungkook said nonchalantly, hiding his irritation behind his glass. He didn't elaborate on what his father had said, and you didn't need to know.

"Did he tell you something this time?" you asked cautiously.

"He told something," Jungkook replied shortly, making it clear that he didn’t want to talk about it.

You nodded your head in silence and continued eating the hot tteokbokki, which you really liked.

"By the way," you broke the silence between you. Jungkook turned to you with interest, still gnawing on her chicken leg. "How long have you known Sukhi?" you asked. Sukhi was the last thing Jungkook wanted to talk about with you. He put the bone on his plate and licked his fingers.

"A long time ago. Our parents have been working together for about fifteen years, I guess," he answered without much enthusiasm.

"So you grew up with her?" you asked again.

"Well, you could say that, but I didn't spend much time with Sukhi. She usually came with her parents to events, to meetings, to some corporate vacation. I didn't like all these things, so I always ran away."

You pushed the plate of rice dumplings away and took a sip of your beer. A small smile appeared on your lips, and Jungkook couldn’t see what it meant.

He watched as you sat down further on the couch, your legs tucked up. You looked full, but you still had the beer glass in your hand.

"Sukhi is a beautiful woman. She knows exactly the world she lives in, and you grew up together. You've known each other for a long time…" you said slowly. Jungkook squinted his eyes, looking at your face. He wanted to know where you were going with this, that’s why he remained silent, letting you finish your thoughts. "Why don't you want to marry her? She's a good match for you."

Jungkook froze for a split second and then turned away from you. He picked up another chicken leg and took a bite.

"She's a good much for our fathers, as a way to merge our family companies without too much bureaucracy," Jungkook said ironically without turning around.

"Well, maybe. But I'm really interested to know the reason why you don't want this marriage?"

Jungkook held his breath, chewing his food slowly. He didn't like this question, and he didn't like that you were asking about she so insistently.

"Because I don't like her. Is that enough of an answer for you?" Jungkook asked, wiping his hands of grease and turning slightly to face you. You raised an eyebrow, not hiding your skepticism.

"You don't like her?" you repeated mockingly. "Really?"

Jungkook's brow furrowed slightly, trying to understand your behavior. He turned his body completely toward you.

"I don't like her," he repeated confidently and firmly, looking directly into your eyes. He noticed that you were nervous, or rather irritated. Can he really see your jealousy?

"What about the time you fucked her? Did you like her then?" you asked with a mocking smile on your lips. You took a sip of your beer, immediately hiding it.

Jungkook expected to hear anything but not that. He involuntarily recalled a situation from five years ago, when he had a big fight with his father and went drinking at a club with Jimin, Hoseok, and Taehyung.

He only remembers getting very drunk and that Sukhi was there too. She came in when he was already drinking heavily. Jungkook doesn't remember how she put him in a taxi or how she dragged him to the penthouse that night, he only remembers her kissing him and then starting to undress him. In fact, at that moment, Jungkook didn't fully realize what he was doing, but he accepted it.

It wasn't sex with feelings or long caresses. He doesn't remember very clearly how he unbuttoned his shirt. Her voice, suffocating, false.

How he ended up between her thighs-without even looking into her eyes. No hint of desire.

No pleasure.

In. Out. The end.

It was a one-time thing. One that Jungkook regrets, because it was after that night that Sukhi became obsessed with him. She stalked him and asked him to dating with her, and Jungkook was adamant. Because there was something about this girl that repelled him.

But no one knew about that night, not even his closest friends. So when he heard it from you, he was shocked, to say the least. How do you know something about him that no one else does?

"Why did you think I was fucked her?" Jungkook decided to ask instead of answering right away. You might not know the truth, but you might just checking he.

You pursed your lips and put the beer glass on the table. You sat back down on the couch and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I don't think so. I know." you said shortly.

"How?"

"Your fiancée invited me to a meeting, and she actually asked me to leave you alone." your voice was tense, even though you spoke with undisguised sarcasm. You got up and went to the window, opened it, wanting to let the warm night air into the room. Jungkook kept his eyes on you, feeling irritated.

So Sukhi was dating you. It was to be expected.

You stopped at the window, turned around, and crossed your arms over your chest again.

"She threatened to tell everyone about my past and about my alcoholic mother. That I was sleeping with you because you promised me position at the main company," you laughed. But it wasn't mocking or because you were funny. It was a hysterical laugh.

"Why did you go to her? Why didn't you tell me right away?" Jungkook was angry. You could have fallen under the media's scrutiny again. But what made him angry the most was the fact that Sukhi had threatened you. He had to fix it.

"I was curious to know what she was like. You know, it's easier to confront an enemy when you know more about them." You paused and continued. "We had a ‘nice’ chat and she told me a little secret, that you guys were fucked. Can you imagine my surprise?" a smile appeared on your lips.

Jungkook felt his heart start to beat fast again. He noticed something in your behavior that he liked for some reason.

You were jealous.

And this excited him. He leaned back further and threw his arm over the back of the couch. He could barely contain his smile.

"It was just once and a long time ago." Jungkook said casually, but following you closely. He was secretly enjoying your reaction.

You hummed. Your eyebrow shot up, showing mockery.

"Oh, so that really was. For some reason I thought she lied about it," you tilted your head slightly to the side, your eyes sparkling. "She assured me that you'll be hers under any circumstances. You must have fucked her well if she wants to marry you so desperately."

Jungkook spread his legs, swaying them. He bit down on his piercing and began to play with it with his tongue. An invisible tension filled the room.

"I don't know about her, but I didn't like it," Jungkook said sarcastically. The smile disappeared from your lips and you gave Jungkook a look he had known for a long time. Full of irritation and disdain. "You don't have to worry about her," he tried to reassure you, "I have no feelings for her, and she's overreacting. I will not be her husband under any circumstances. I will talk to her about your meeting."

"I don't care if you have feelings for anyone." you said sharply. "You just need to make sure she doesn't run her mouth about me and my family. I agreed to help you, so please safe my privacy," you said sharply, irritated, barely controlling your emotions. Jungkook got up from the couch and slowly approached you. You followed his every move and did not break eye contact.

Jungkook stopped a step away. He touched your cheek.

"Don't be so nervous, kitten. Sukhi won't say a word about you. I promise..." he wanted to stroke you, but you roughly batted his hand away.

"I hope so. Thank you for dinner, but I think you should go," you wanted to walk around Jungkook, but he wouldn't let that happen. He grabbed you and pushed you against the window sill. He was angry with your behavior. When you didn't let him touch you, something clicked inside him. He wanted to hold you even longer and closer.

"Why are you angry?" he asked softly, not giving in to emotion. You swallowed your saliva, your breathing rapid.

"I'm not angry," you said with indifference in your voice, but nothing could hide your jealousy. Jungkook smiled at hearing another lie from you. "Let go of me, I don't want you to touch me," you put your hands on his chest and tried to push.

"Since when don't you want me to touch you? Huh? Are you jealous of a night from five years ago?" Jungkook asked with a sly smile, not moving away from you a millimeter.

Your eyes rounded and you almost choked on your indignation.

"Me? You? Jealous you? You'd better tone down your arrogance. I don't care who you fucked." You let out an irritated puff of air, pushing him even harder into his chest, but he didn't budge. His arm wrapped around your waist, squeezing you so that your body was pressed against his.

Jungkook felt that your every word, your every nervous breath, your every movement against him was rekindling something primal in him. His heart was beating like a drum in his chest, but his face remained calm, even seductively defiant.

Your hands rested on his chest, and this excited him even more than any kiss. Because behind this desperate refusal was something more - a feeling. And Jungkook, although he didn't admit it, wanted to hear it from you.

Your anger, your words-they screamed about something completely different. He saw right through you. Your indifference? It was fake. And he knew it.

His voice remained quiet, but there was a hoarseness in it, deep and disturbing.

"If you really don't care..." he leaned closer, his breath sliding over your skin near your ear, "...then why did you arrange this interrogation?"

He could feel you trembling. Whether it was from anger or desire, it didn't matter now. Jungkook pressed you even harder against him, until your bodies merged into a single line. Your softness against his hardness - and this tension between you, burning like fire.

"I didn't arrange anything. I just was a little bit wondering what you had between you..."

"There's nothing," he assured you briefly, "Satisfied your interest?"

"Yes," you said and looked away.

Jungkook leaned in closer, eager to kiss you. But he touched your jaw with his nose and inhaled your pleasant scent, which made him want to eat you like a ripe fruit.

"I love how jealous you are, it's so hot, kitten," he murmured, nuzzling your soft skin with his nose.

You pulled away, increasing the distance between your faces.

"I wasn't jealous you, I'll say it again," you said firmly.

"Oh, com’n," Jungkook said playfully, "It's so obvious you're angry about what you found out."

"Let go of me," you ignored his words. To Jungkook, this meant nothing but confirmation of his words.

"I don't want to let you go, what are we going to do about it?"

You were confused for a moment and then rolled your eyes.

"God, how annoying," you muttered indignantly, but your voice trembled treacherously. Jungkook caught this tiny change, and his eyes narrowed with inner satisfaction. But you’re trying to pull away again. Jungkook saw it. And it touched his inner chords.

"Why you avoid me after every time we get closer?" he ask calmly, but his voice was tense. "Are you afraid that I'll become more than just a partner in agreement for you?"

You tried to pull away again, but he wrapped his arms around you tighter. His embrace was not aggressive, but rather stubborn. Like someone who wouldn't let go until he heard the truth.

"I'm not afraid," you answered through clenched teeth, "I just don't want to confuse work with personal. We made an agreement - no jealousy, no feelings. And I'm keeping my word. But why you want more is a mystery to me..."

Jungkook's embrace weakened, but he didn't let go. Your words cut his ears, and they were not what he wanted to hear. Jungkook looked at your face for a few long seconds and then gave a mocking laugh.

"You're such a proper girl, I keep forgetting all the time..." he finally let go of you. He took half a step back from you and put his hands in his pockets. "So maybe you're going to tell me that the 'no sex' rule is still in effect?"

You looked at him, full of anger and confusion. Your face looked darker than the clouds before the rain.

"I'm not going to say this..." you said in a half-hearted voice, "but we mustn't forget the boundaries. You are nothing to me. And I am nothing to you. No jealousy, no feelings. And then everything will work like needs..."

Jungkook clicked his tongue and shook his head. You're saying the same thing again. Everything was so good between you two. It seemed like after the trip to Busan and yesterday's date, you were only getting closer. But when it really happens, you constantly start to resist. And it got on Jungkook's nerves.

He wanted to have you not because of the deal, but because of the feelings that you could showed. But now you're pushing back again. It's fucking maddening. Did you really not feel anything for him during this time?

Jungkook laughed at himself inwardly. Is he really like that stupid boy who wants someone to have feelings for him? For someone to love him? No way. He doesn't need that. If he wants to, he'll have hundreds of women begging for his attention and give them a chance to be with him.

But why... why doesn't he want other women, but he wants you so desperately?

"Okay Y/N. Let's not forget the boundaries..." he said, almost mockingly. He was pissed as hell about the whole situation. The day had already sucked, and the ending turned into even worse. Jungkook was itching to hurt you, to make you feel that bitterness of loss and stupid limits. "But we're continue to fuck, right? How do we do it? Do we create a schedule or can we leave it like a spontaneous decision?..."

Your eyes flashed with evil.

"Get out..." you said threateningly.

"You must think, what's the right thing to do about it..." he said mocking of your constant words about following the rules. Jungkook took another step back, keeping his eyes on you, "Just think carefully kitten, because if you say no this time I won't actually touch you again..." with that he turned around and walked away, feeling angry and frustrated with everything around him.

The next day, Jungkook went about his usual routine. He woke up early as usual, focused and silent. A shower, black coffee without sugar, strict classics in his clothes - he looked impeccable as always. However, there was an anger in his eyes that he did not show to anyone but himself in the mirror.

It was hot in the office, despite the working air conditioners. Perhaps because of the accumulated fatigue or because of the internal tension that had not let go of him after yesterday's conversation with you. He deliberately did not write or call you.

For the third time for today, Jungkook picked up the phone, opened the messenger... and checked to see if you were online. Each time it said "online a minute ago." Jungkook exhaled heavily and put the phone away. He was angry. At you. At himself. At everything.

He spent the entire day in his office, immersed in documents, meetings with lawyers and the finance department. He spent several hours working with digital spreadsheets, analyzing the costs of foreign branches. Jungkook checked all the reports on partners. Anything to avoid thinking about you. It turns out that before that, he hadn't noticed how often you were in his head.

But there was something else that created additional tension. Kang Tehwon and his machinations. Jungkook instructed Manager Lee to investigate. But several days had passed and there were no results.

He didn't like to wait. And in the late afternoon, when Lee Ji-hyun still hadn't gotten in touch, Jungkook called him himself.

"I'm still waiting for information, what's taking so long?" he said shortly, sitting in a leather chair and looking at the city through the panoramic windows.

The manager sighed into the phone.

"Almost everything is ready, there is one important detail left. I don't want to give you anything until I check it for sure. That will be either late tonight or tomorrow."

"Okay. Send me the file via messenger." Jungkook threw the phone on the table without even saying goodbye.

He just sat there for a few seconds, staring at the dark screen. His fingers slowly slid across the display. A contact he had long wanted to erase. But he didn't. Not yet.

Sukhi. He remembered that he'd meant to call her this morning to talk about you, but he got distracted.

He pressed the call. The line was quiet, only short rings. She answered on the third ring.

"Jungkook?" her voice sounded soft, even a little surprised. "You first to call me? This is... unexpected. To be honest, I'm pleasantly surprised. Did you... miss me?"

He was silent for a few seconds, letting the silence hang between them like a shadow.

"No. I didn't miss you," his voice was even, calm. "I was wondering if you enjoyed talking to Y/N?"

Now Sukhi was the one who was silent for a few seconds. Then she answered.

"Oh, did she tell you about our meeting? Or are you already following me, honey?" she tried to sound confident, and affectionate, but Jungkook knew Sukhi well enough to understand the venom in her voice.

"Yes. She told me," Jungkook confirmed. "I don't suffer from such nonsense as stalking, especially not to you."

Sukhi was silent again and Jungkook could only imagine her face contorting with irritation. He didn't let her speak and continued.

"You managed to say a lot of stupid things to her, and you threatened her. That's so stupid of you," Jungkook said with a subtle smile on his lips.

"Did I really threaten her?" Suhie theatrically upset into the phone. "I just told her she should leave because I'm your fiancée. By the way, she's got a sharp tongue, did she tell you how she suspected me of having a relationship with Yoongi? That's ridiculous," she laughed just as fake and Jungkook felt disgusted.

"Wasn't she right? He's fucking you and everyone knows it." Jungkook said confidently. "I'm genuinely happy for you guys." he scoffed.

"Jungkook..." Sukhi sounded tense and probably wanted to make excuses, but he was tired of talking to her, let alone listening to excuses he wasn't interested in. He interrupted her.

"Listen, Sukhi. Stop calling yourself my fiancée. You will never be. I'm going to tell you just once and I hope you'll hear me: don't come near Y/N again. If I hear or see even a small news report about her or her family again... if I think it was you, you will regret it very much. You've known me for a long time, and you know I don't waste words."

Sukhi huffed into the phone.

"You threatening me?" her voice became familiar. No false affection or tenderness.

"I'm warning you. Don't make me lose my patience. Don't cross me. Because if you really decide to make a game out of this, you will lose."

And without waiting for an answer, he simply pressed the red button without even waiting for a response.

After that, he packed his things and drove home. The car was moving fast, almost like his thoughts. But he forced himself to stop thinking about you. When he arrived, he quickly went up to the apartment and went inside as if he was running away. He was running away from you, if to be honest.

Jungkook didn't want to see you now. Not because he wasn't grieving - quite the opposite. He waited for your decision and furiously warned himself: either you're his or you're not. It's as simple as that.

And if you don't see him as someone who deserves your feelings, then let him. He won't play your games.

The next day was Saturday.

Jungkook decided to completely disconnect from work. He was lying on the couch, wearing only sweatpants, with a joystick in his hands. He was playing fights, yelling at the monitor, switching between boxing and e-sports matches. He looked relaxed... but inside he felt empty again as soon as you flashed into his head.

Jungkook hadn't heard from Manager Lee yesterday, so today he was quick to pick up his phone whenever he heard a notification, but it wasn't what he needed. He also opened a chat with you over and over again. The last time he checked it said "online at 3.57 p.m"

Around eight in the evening, Jimin called.

"Jungkook-ah, what are you doing? Do you want to go to the club with me tonight, hang out a bit? It's been a while." His voice was as cheerful as ever.

"I can't, I have other plans," Jungkook lied as he got up from the couch to go take a shower.

"Like what? You're going to be with your girlfriend?" Jimin sounded sly. Jungkook hummed.

"Yeah, hyung. I'll be with her."

"Ooh, what are you going to do?"

"Something that's none of your business," Jungkook assuaged his curiosity. Jimin grunted in frustration into the phone.

"So that's how you talk?... You got a girlfriend, so now you can see your friends once a month?" complained Jimin.

"Well, I'm sorry, hyung, a girlfriend needs more attention than friends." Jungkook said with a smile.

"Listen, I'd like to meet her properly. Then at the afterparty, the introduction was kind of awkward. Let's go to Jeju, go on a yacht, swim in the water? You'll get some air. Take her, she'll have more fun than sitting in a stuffy apartment. And we'll all have a good time."

Jungkook thought about it. The idea sounded great to him. And what made it even better was the timing. It would be the perfect time to run away from the company, where the engagement and merger announcements were to be made on Friday morning. Jungkook found out about this from his secretary this morning.

"Who's going?" asked Jungkook.

"Who? Me, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon. Yoongi and Jin are busy as usual. And Taehyung promised to bring his girl."

"And you? Going without your girl?" said Jungkook, mockingly. Jimin laughed back and then said.

"If I need one, I'll find one on the spot." Jungkook chuckled.

"Shall we go on Thursday night?" he suggested, "I'll have all my business done by then."

"No problem," Jimin replied. "I'll make all the arrangements."

"Okay, Jimin-hyung. I'll see you then. Have a great time tonight," Jungkook wished.

"You have a good time too, try not to disappoint your girlfriend," Jimin joked.

"You know I never disappoint," Jungkook replied defiantly. Jimin laughed and said goodbye.

Jungkook hung up the phone. He wondered how to tell you about it. Should I text you or go to your place? He decided to go to your place. And while he was going to the bathroom, he reassured himself that it was only to tell you about your future trip to Jeju, not because he missed you.

Jungkook went into the bathroom. The warm water flowed over his body but did not wash away the tension. He rubbed his neck, still thinking of you.

When he got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, he heard a loud knock on the door. Someone was pounding on the door.

"What the hell..." he muttered, and moved to the door.

He opened it. And froze.

You were standing on the threshold.

Drunk.

You were swaying, even though you were holding onto the doorjamb. Your eyes were half open, your top slipped down from one shoulder, and you were wearing black sweatpants, Fila brand, with stripes. The strands were gathered at the back of the head into a hairstyle, but it was already disheveled.

Jungkook's heart involuntarily beat fast. Even though you were a mess, why did he find you so damn attractive in his eyes?

You ran your eyes over his voice, his torso, and the towel that was wrapped around his hips. Jungkook saw you swallow nervously, and a moment later, a cheeky smile played on your lips.

"Hey," you said, widening your smile, and then brazenly walked inside without asking permission. Jungkook slowly turned around and saw how you walked and collapse on the couch. He closed the door and walked in your direction.

When Jungkook stopped a few steps away, you looked up at him with your shining eyes.

"Why did you come?" he asked in a low voice. Although inside he seemed to be torn to pieces.

"Oh, you don't know wh..y would I come to yo... you?" you stammered as you spoke. Jungkook wanted to smile. He was very amused by your condition. He had never seen you so drunk before.

"I have no idea. Surprise me," Jungkook said ironically.

You smiled again, but even wider and more slyly. You put your foot up, resting your ankle on your knee.

"I came for the money..."

Jungkook froze. He didn't fully understand what you were saying.

"What kind of money do you need?" he asked.

"My salary. It's the end of the month. *hic* You promised to pay me... I’m not working, and I'm playing your girlfriend," and in the end you hiccupped too.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. That's right. He promised to pay you. And he hasn't given me any money since then. The incident in Busan doesn't count, because that's different money.

Jungkook folded his arms across his chest, causing your gaze to run treacherously over his arms, lingering on the tattoo and continuing to walk over his bare chest and abs.

You leaned back on the couch, sighed theatrically and started counting with your fingers, very seriously.

"So... For the fake feelings... For the kisses I put up with... For having to smile at your friends... For the shame to your mother, and for your horrible fiancée I put up with..." you stand up but still held on. You walked over to him and tried not to close your eyes. "And then there's the compensation for moral damages. You're a... complicated person, you know?"

Jungkook couldn't stand it and laughed. His laugh was deep, genuine, but short.

"Okay. These are serious points. How much will it be in monetary terms?" he asked calmly, but with irony in his voice.

You pretended to think, and then held out your palm to him.

"5 million won, + for moral damages."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. He looked at your beautiful face for a moment, then turned around and went to get his tablet. He came back to you a minute later and you were already sitting on the couch.

"I need your account number," he said without looking at you.

"Tell your manager to send you all my data from ‘EON Creative’. The account number will be there." You spoke casually, almost ordering him. Jungkook glared at you. He wanted to say something barbed, but held back. He put down the tablet and sat down not far from you.

"Okay. Is that all?" he asked.

"Yes," you said shortly. You continued to sit and didn't seem to be about to leave.

Jungkook turned his head away from you and smiled to himself.

"So you tolerated kissing,?" he asked again. You raised your eyebrows, threw a lazy glance at his lips, and grimaced.

"Yes. I put up with you and your kisses. Your self-assured behavior..." you sat up straight and then leaned toward him. Jungkook could smell alcohol mixed with perfume from you. "You're a big pain in my ass, Jeon..." and then you pulled away. You stood up and looked down at him. "And I've been thinking a lot about what you said the day before yesterday. I... I like having sex with you, so I'm not going to return that rule."

Jungkook's insides turned upside down. He froze, as if someone had paused all his thoughts.

You were standing in front of him-drunk, outspoken, bold, and yet so real. The words that had just come out of your mouth cut through his brain and heart at the same time. "I like having sex with you, so I'm not going to change that rule."

You've just said it - so brazenly, so sincerely... as if it were just a fact that you couldn't keep to yourself anymore.

But it didn't set Jungkook free; on the contrary, it squeezed him from the inside. He did not expect this. And this was not the reaction he wanted.

He wanted... he wanted you to say something else. That you miss having him around. That you miss him. That you feel good with him - not just in bed.

He tilted his head down a little, leaned back and smiled.

"Oh, shit..." he thought.

You were standing over him like a temptress from his deepest dreams. There was no shadow of doubt in your eyes. Only alcohol, a little bit of rebellion, and something dangerous.

Jungkook took a gulp of air.

He looked up at you again. His eyes were no longer laughing. They were catching yours intently.

"If you're not returning that rule..." he said slowly, "...then maybe we should use the opportunity right now."

His voice was deep, husky, almost hot. But inside he was cautious.

You didn't say anything. Shaking your head, you slowly sat down on the couch next to him. Jungkook felt the warmth of your thigh next to him. And in that moment... his whole game of indifference broke down.

"You want to fuck me so badly already, Jeon?" you sounded playful. He moved closer.

"Yes," he admitted immediately. There was no reason to hide it. He really wanted to fuck you. But you were drunk, and that worried him. He didn't want to take advantage of your weakness. "But you're drunk. I think some other time," he rushed back, leaving you disappointed. You sat still for a moment, and then stood up again, but this time to leave.

"Fine. If you don't want to fuck me tonight, call your fiancée. She's definitely sober."

Jungkook instantly felt a fire inside. What a provocateur you are.

You took a step and he grabbed your arm and you fell into his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close so that you wouldn't get out of his grip.

"What a sharp tongue you have, kitten. Should I put something in your mouth so you can use your tongue for a better purpose?"

Your body was frozen in his arms, but he could already feel your heart pounding furiously. Jungkook looked into your eyes, challenging you, hinting at a game you had both already lost. Your breath hitched, and he... he could barely restrain himself from ripping off your clothes.

He leaned in closer, his lips touching your cheek. He breathed in your scent. He felt a hot wave run down his spine. Your skin is so close, so real. Your body on his lap. Your gaze burning from the inside out.

"Well?" he whispered, almost touching your lips. His hands acted on their own - one slid confidently down your back, the other stopped at your hip. The feel of your warmth... and the way you were sitting... Jungkook knew he couldn't take it much longer. His arousal spoke louder than words. "Do you still want me to call Sukhi?" his voice trembled, but not with irritation. No. It sounded like frank, defenseless, fierce sexual tension.

And when you swallowed your saliva and pressed even closer to him, Jungkook almost lost control. Your body pressed against him, the towel slipped off, and your breath became even hotter. You were like a magnet.

And when you whispered into his ear, barely touching your lips.

"Sukhi can go to hell..."

... Jungkook's mind went blank.

He gasped sharply, feeling his entire body shrink in one explosive gust. His hands tightened their grip, his eyes flashed.

"Say it again," he wheezed, almost growling, feeling every nerve pulsing. Jungkook had to make sure he heard all right. You broke free of his grip and mounted him placing a knees on either side of his thighs.. Your lips moved closer to his and you whispered, burning him with your breath.

"Fuck Sukhi," you repeated and kissed his jaw, you went down his neck line. "And all your rules too..."

Everything that had held him back before shattered.

Jungkook lifted you up. He looked at your face for a moment. And then his lips covered yours - greedily, with wild hunger. As if he had been waiting for this for years, not just a few days. He put everything into that kiss - all his incomprehensible feelings, all his pain, all his anger, everything he could never say. Your response broke him completely. It was no longer a desire-it was an explosion.

Jungkook intertwined your tongues and the kiss only awakened a stronger desire. You responded with no less passion and he realized that you wanted him just as much.

You wiggled on his hips, making his erection bigger. Jungkook's cock got hard enough for you to feel the pressure on your pussy. Jungkook pushed his hips to meet yours and felt the sensation in his lower abdomen that you had already given him once before. Arousal with inner trepidation. The same fucking butterflies.

"Are you falling in love?" he thought as he moved his lips against yours. He wanted to laugh at himself, but he doesn’t do it . Even if he really falling in love with you, he didn't mind at all.

You suddenly pulled away from his lips and stopped moving your hips. Jungkook saw your lips swell slightly from the long, hot kiss. Without looking away, you slid off his hips and shamelessly threw away the piece of cloth that still covered him.

Your eyes shone with a lustful gleam and you smiled at the corner of your lips. Jungkook's cock was hard and you appreciated it. You sank to your knees. Your movements weren't as clumsy as they had been a few minutes ago. You adjusted your hair, brushing it out of your face and tucking it behind your back. All the while, you were looking brazenly into his eyes, showing him your intentions.

When your hands touched his cock, he forgot how to breathe. You wanted to suck him off and he didn't mind. Jungkook opened his legs wider and moved his hips closer to make it easier for you to do what you wanted.

Your tongue touched the head of his cock, and he unconsciously closed his eyes. The head of his cock twitched, and he seemed to start releasing more semen.

You finally took his length into your mouth. The warm wetness of your mouth felt so good, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt so blissful. You moved back and forth a few times, smearing your saliva that had already mixed with his semen. He could feel your tongue and it made him moan.

He opened his eyes. You were on your knees in front of him, your lips so perfectly on his cock. Jungkook's hand reached for your hair, which had slipped down over your face and was in the way. He grabbed it in a tight knot and gently helped you move your head.

With each thrust, Jungkook plunged deeper into you. He reached the end of your tongue with the head of his cock and noticed tears forming in your eyes. Your mouth was open wide, and you worked hard to give him pleasure.

"What a good girl," he praised your efforts. "I loved, when you sucks my cock so well."

You moaned, vibrating around his length. Jungkook felt himself get as hard as he could. His balls tensed. Any more and he would come.

You continued to caress him with your skillful tongue. But at some point you started to breathe heavily, like you were tired, but he was already on the verge.

Jungkook stopped you. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you took a deep breath. Saliva dripped down your chin and you quickly wiped it away with your hand. Jungkook leaned down and looked into your eyes.

"You need to give me blowjobs more often, they feel so damn good and your mouth is busy," Jungkook whispered, still breathing heavily. You raised an eyebrow defiantly, leaned closer, and touched his lips with your own, barely noticeable.

"You should deserve it more often, Mr. 'I don't hold back'..."

He laughed hoarsely and then straightened up, letting you finish what you started. You took him in your mouth again and this time deeper, your fingers touching his balls, stimulating him to come.

Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back against the back of the couch. The feelings from your mouth and caresses were driving him crazy. He felt his orgasm coming. His cock hardened and the next moment his warm cum spilled into your mouth. You held it open, swallowing everything he gave you.

Jungkook finally stopped spewing his cum. You let go of him and wiped the rest of his cum from your mouth. He was breathing heavily and could feel the orgasm still spreading pleasantly through his body.

Jungkook tried to even out his breathing, and his eyes - still blurry - locked onto your face as he lifted his head.

"Was it good?" you asked, licking your lip. A fiery sparkle played in your eyes. "Is my sharp tongue perfect on your cock?"

You tried to get up, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the couch. You squeaked, not expecting him to grab you, and in a moment you were pinned down by his completely naked body.

Jungkook made himself comfortable between your open legs. His smile spread slowly, as if a spring was unwinding inside him.

"You're... incredible, kitten," he whispered and reached for you. Your lips connected again in a hot kiss. Jungkook could feel his cum on your tongue. He pushed you, slowly feeling his cock harden again. He wanted to feel your wetness. To feel your velvety walls tightly enveloping his cock.

Jungkook broke your kiss, having enjoyed it enough. Now he dreams of tasting your skin. Your firm breasts, your sweet pussy.

He kissed your neck, leaving marks on it. He wanted to bite you, to taste every millimeter of your body.

Jungkook went lower, pulling up your top. There was nothing underneath, only your warm naked body. Your breasts were easily showed and the sight of your erect nipples made his cock harden more. Jungkook's hand grabbed your breast and squeezed it with a little force. He took your nipple in his mouth and played with it with his tongue.

Your flesh was delicious and he loved playing with your nipples so much. He couldn't resist the temptation to bite your tender bud when he heard you hiss. Jungkook looked up at you slyly, not taking off from your nipple. You raised your eyebrows, but your face showed no discomfort, it was pure pleasure.

He did the same thing with your other nipple, but he didn't bite it anymore. He sucked it hard, wanting to leave as many marks on your body as possible.

Jungkook got up and took off your sweatpants along with your thong. He immediately touched you, pushing your folds apart and you already were wet. You bit your lip, keeping moans from leaving your mouth. Jungkook could feel your wetness and it arousal him to hell. He smiled.

"So wet for me," he lowered himself to your hips, "this is what I've always missing."

His tongue touched your wet clit and its softness felt good on his tongue. Jungkook could smell you and taste your sweetness and couldn't stop thinking about how you make him go crazy. How you awakened something new and unknown in him, something which he felt dependent on.

Jungkook's tongue touched you with such tenderness, as if he adored you with every cell in his body. You hissed, grabbing the couch, trying not to lose control. But it was too late - your consciousness was already dissolving in this wave of pleasure that only he could give.

His fingers held your hips, not letting you slip or escape, as if it were something sacred that needed to be held tight. His every movement was precise, felt, almost slow. He wanted to enjoy you to the fullest. Your initially soft moans grew louder as Jungkook licked your folds. He felt his cock was ready to enter you. And he wanted it so badly.

He plunged two fingers into your passage, and that tightness made Jungkook almost wild. He sucked on your clit, making you scream. And it didn't take you long to come on his tongue.

Jungkook finally pulled away from your pussy, licking his lips and wiping his chin from your juices.

"I could stay here forever," he wheezed as he climbed up against you, his voice hoarse, full from the taste of you. "But, goddamn it, I want to be inside you." He kissed you, desperate to prove to you how much he needed you. When your lips parted, you trembled slightly.

"Come on Kook, come inside me please. I can't wait for you to fuck me so good."

Those were the most desirable words. That's all he needed to hear. He spread your legs and stopped at your entrance. He pressed down on your hole and began to sink into you slowly, pausing for a moment at the narrowest spot. He leaned down to you, wrapping his arms around you on either side of your torso. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his biceps.

You raised your eyebrows, probably feeling the pain of his thrusting, but he slowly continued to push and when he was completely inside you, he froze.

His head fell on your shoulder and he forced himself don’t to come from the tightness of your pussy. His cock still twitched, but he was in no hurry to move so he wouldn't cum in you prematurely. He still wanted to enjoy you.

Jungkook looked up, he saw your eyes closed and your face full of pleasure. He kissed you again, but quickly and not as greedily as before. He just wanted to connect with you completely. And without taking his lips from yours, he began to move slowly.

The sensations were incredible as always, blissful, almost nirvana for him. But today they felt even more special to him than the last time. Jungkook didn't understand why, maybe it was because you had thrown all the rules out and given him full permission, or because of you that he seemed to be in love with you.

He moved slowly. Your wet, hot tenderness enveloped him, and Jungkook felt the line between desire and feeling disappear. It wasn't just a bodily merger - it was something deeper. Something he couldn't explain.

Your every moan was like a drug that inflamed him even more. But the most powerful thing was how you looked at that moment: with your hair down, a little sweaty, but so real... so close.

"She's mine..." this thought flashed through his mind. And this time it sounded decisive. For the first time, she did not frighten him, did not cause resistance. On the contrary, it warmed him, awakened the instinct of not just a lover, but a man who wants to be near you.

His sped up, feeling you shrinking around him. The tightness, the heat, your wetness-it all merged into one crazy cocktail of pleasure that made his mind go hazy.

"God..." he whispered, lowering his forehead to yours. "How do you do this to me, huh?"

"Kook..." you said, looking into his eyes.

Jungkook slowed down inside you, not wanting to cumming so quickly. He kissed your lips once again, which were already swollen from kissing you so often and he couldn't get enough.

"Please," Jungkook said, moving inside you when he stopped kissing you, "call me that always. Don't call me 'Jungkook,'" he asked. He liked the way you used the shortened version of his name so much. He wanted you to call him "Kook" so that he would feel like more than just an acquaintance to you. Something special.

He almost completely withdrew and then re-entered you deeply and gritted his teeth as your inner walls tightened around him.

"Kook..." came out of your mouth again, and his heart nearly flew out of his chest. That sound was like a prayer. Like a promise. Like proof that you accept him not only with your body but also with your heart.

Jungkook leaned closer, squeezing you harder. There was more than just desire in each of his thrusts now. It was... like an attempt to leave a piece of himself in you. For you to carry, to cherish. To remember.

He never wanted to be someone else's. But with you... he suddenly felt that this was not a weakness. It was a privilege. To be yours.

"I've never wanted anyone so much..." came out of his chest in a whisper that barely managed to keep from becoming hoarse. But he quickly fell silent, afraid to reveal his true feelings to you. He was afraid that you might be afraid of them and push them away as usual.

Jungkook froze looking into your eyes. You were both covered in sweat. The smell of sex mixed with the smell of your perfume and his shower gel. You darted your eyes between his, searching for something in them.

"I want you to sit on top of me," he said, and walked out. Jungkook sat down on the couch and grabbed your hand, helping you sit on his lap.

You made yourself comfortable, and Jungkook put his hard cock which was in your wetness against yours enter. You put your hands on his strong shoulders and almost instantly dug your nails into the hot skin. Jungkook put his hands on your hips, helping you to lower yourself onto his length.

This time he entered you painlessly and quickly. You both moaned as you felt each other from a new angle, and that angle drove Jungkook crazy. He felt you completely - every millimeter, every movement of your hips caused a wave of ecstasy that rolled in one after another, not giving him a chance to escape from this sweet captivity.

His fingers dug into your hips harder, but not painfully - he just couldn't do otherwise. He had to hold you, to feel that you were really with him, that this was not a dream. His eyes slid over your face, catching your half-open eyelids, your lips, from which soft moans flew, your neck, damp with sweat.

"You... are so beautiful on top..." he whispered, closing his eyes as you slowly rose and fell back down on him, deeply, all the way down. His cock was enveloped in your warmth, and it was do fucking good.

You slowly move, and he leaned his head on the back of the couch, just breathing heavily, squeezing you. Your every movement made his body tense and his heart beat in a frantic rhythm. He was no longer in control of himself - only you. Only this moment. Only what was between you.

"God, you're so... you're so tight..." he wheezed, his voice trembling with excitement and something more, deeper. He looked at you, and he loved having this sex so much. He fucking loved this passion.

"I... I can't hold back anymore..." he whispered, leaning down and resting his forehead against yours. "I want to come inside you," he said his desire.

"No..." you said, exhaling. You were against it, but Jungkook wanted to come in you, marking you as his.

"Yes," he said, almost imperiously, and tightened his grip on your hips. He leaned back and started pounding you mercilessly with his hips, driving his cock as deep as he could.

After a few more strokes, you came. Jungkook felt your walls against his cock. He tensed and spilled inside you.

You held his shoulders, and Jungkook leaned his head back against the back of the couch tiredly. His chest heaved heavily and deeply. He looked up at you when he shifted his gaze.

"Jungkook..." you began, still sitting on his cock. He moved sharply and pulled you closer to him, sitting up straight.

"Kook..." he corrected you. You raised your eyebrows, a little embarrassed, and then softened.

"Kook..., what's with the habit of coming inside? Don't you know how it ends?" you protested. Jungkook put his arm around your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. He knew that this way he could easily shut you up and to weaken your protest.

Jungkook gently brought his tongue out and ran it over your lower lip, as if he was tasting your taste. His breathing was still labored, his body tense after he all poured out of himself into you. But now that you were sitting on top of him, still so warm, so soft, so close, he didn't want to let go so quickly.

"A habit?" he whispered with a sly smile, kissing you again on the corner of your lips. "It's not a habit, it's more like an unrestrained desire. I know what in the ends being, but you're a responsible girl and you take birth control pills."

You shook your head, unable to contain your indignation.

"But you're irresponsible. Don't play with fate, because it likes to play tricks," you said, getting off his hips. You pulled down your top and found your thong. Jungkook shamelessly watched you put on the thong, admiring your naked ass.

You turned around, catching him in the act. You looked skeptical with one eyebrow raised.

"God, at least you covered yourself..." you said, picking up your pants.

"Why? You don't like it?" he saw you shy, even though you were sucking his cock half an hour ago. Jungkook put his hands behind his head and looked at you lazily.

"I like it, but cover yourself." you said and went over to throw a towel over him that was lying in the corner of the couch. You threw the wet towel on his crotch and tried to run away, but Jungkook grabbed you. "Hey let go, we're done for today." Jungkook squeezed you in his arms, and you covered your face with your hands to prevent him from kissing you.

"Are you sure? I think never too late for a second time," Jungkook joked, trying to remove your hands. He didn't use any force, just pretended to want to get to you.

"No!" you said desperately, "my lips are swelled up from kissing you so much and I'm tired, let me go, I want to take a shower!"

Jungkook laughed. He finally stopped touching you and grabbed your buttocks and lifted you up. He spanked your ass deliciously and gently pushed you.

"Go take a shower, kitten, and get some rest from me. You're staying with me today, and I won't let you run away."

You went and showered, muttering to yourself. Jungkook leaned back on the couch and sighed contentedly. But just then, he heard a notification on his tablet lying nearby on the table.

Jungkook reached over and saw a notification from Manager Lee.

📲 Manager Lee: "I'm sending you the results as for Kang Tehwon. You asked for details. Pay special attention to the biography. Check it out when you can."

Jungkook stood up and wrapped himself in a towel and sat deeper into the couch and opened the file. The report consisted of items that he had seen before: corporate connections, company reports, business trips...

But then his eyes came across the Personal Biography section.

Place of birth: Busan

Education: Pusan University, Faculty of Economics

Period of active residence in Busan: until 2002

Note: In 1997-1998, he was spotted in a relationship with a local model, Han Seo Ri, who was famous in Busan at the time.

Insider information: There are confirmed rumors that Kang Tehwon had a child out of wedlock as a result of this relationship.

Paternity has not been recognized.

Model's name: Han Seo Ri

Child's name: Han Y/N.

Jungkook froze.

He read the paragraph twice. Three times. And again. His palms grew cold. Han Y/N…He looked up from the screen towards the bathroom and the water was running in the shower.

"Is it really..."

His heart was beating fast.

"It can't be..."

Jungkook stood up. The towel slipped slightly from his hips, but he didn't even notice it.

"You're Kang Tehwon's illegitimate daughter...?!Damn it..." he exhaled, clutching the tablet in his hands.

He heard the water stop running from the bathroom. He stood there motionless, his mind racing with many thoughts.

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marginofthought · 6 days ago

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I wanna start a new WIP that's a case fic with the fake dating trope (idk why tbh) and I'm kinda thinking 'weird murders at a couple workshop/retreat" and maybe there are lessons/assignments about intimacy

Idk what do y'all think?

#bts of a writer #ao3 writer #wincest #samdean

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kooktrash · 1 year ago

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──★ the eros project

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ [ s | a ] dating show ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you didn’t expect to actually fall for someone in a reality dating show. Then Kim Taehyung came along and you had to battle between your feelings and what this show was actually about.

──★ rewriting love

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ [ s | a ] webtoon ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe it’s one big cruel joke.

──★ lover’s revenge

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | a | rockstar ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you dated Taehyung before he made it big, so it was easy to assume he’d forgotten all about you. but for the past two years you’ve been his muse even after your split. a forbidden love that never faded.

──★ tunnel vision

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.4k | s | f | college/barista ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

──★ electra heart

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13k | s | f | fake dating ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

♡ just dumped by his cheating ex girlfriend, taehyung seeks help from the campus primadonna to make his ex jealous. y/n is spoiled, mean and filthy rich—everything his ex loathed. what happens when the two form a pretend relationship that leaves their hearts in great turmoil? welcome to the life of electra heart ♡

──★ love and rivalry

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.3k | s | f | e2l/college ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

kim taehyung is neither friend or foe, he’s more of an annoying fly always near creating chaos in your life. now he’s buzzing on about his new crush and begging for your help in exchange for his help with yours. like an idiot you agree though you signed up more than you can chew. just great.

──★ all you want

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k |s | a | arranged dating/high society ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in the world of high society finding your future partner took a lot of preparation. kim taehyung is one of the most sought out bachelors and he’s been roped on a blind date with Y/n, a spoiled rich girl not used to being told no. what happens when the two clash?

──★ his special secret

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆12.5k | s | a | college professor ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’re an art student who has recently broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend. he’s your art professor recovering from a divorce just a year ago. what happens when your relationship goes beyond that of a professor and his college student?

his special secret ||

──★ something about him

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.6k | s | a | yandere coworker ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

kim taehyung is nothing more than a man who works in the same office as you. he’s kind, charming, and unbelievably attractive but there’s just one downside to him. something feels off about the way he acts toward you and you’re not sure what but you know it has something to do with his little obsession with you. he acts strange at times, sometimes a little too lost in his own world, and changes his mood so fast you get whiplash trying to keep up.

you should feel scared or concerned but there’s just something about him that makes you ignore all the warning bells that go off in your head.

──★ the art of obsession

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.4K | s | a | dark academia ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in a world of painters and poets, there were two college students looking for the right sort of inspiration. through devotion in your craft, you find yourself drawn to kim taehyung—a grad student painter who’s everything you’ve ever looked for in a character. his walk, his form of speech, his art, it all captivated you to the point where you wanted to recreate him in words and you begin to realize how similar the two of you really are. you share a sort of obsession in your work that seems like only each other could understand and he invites you into his world of oil paints and charcoals in hopes of drawing you on paper.

──★ lace and luxury

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.6k | s | sugar daddy ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.

──★ between roommates

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | roommates ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.

──★ your power

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | ceo ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

the new boss at your company is hot, tatted, young, and you seem to be just his type

──★ bunny adventures

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

──★ my dear friend

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ s | f | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

──★ depend on me

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 13.1k | s | a | hybrid ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind

──★ never again

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.8k | s | a | neighbors ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

──★ the act of falling

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.4k | s | a | fwb ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

──★ campus affairs

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 11.9k | f | s | f2l ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didn’t expect much excitement out for. that’s until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.

──★ fighting heart

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 15k | a | f | s ] boxer jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

──★ guys my age

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 9.5k | s | dilf jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

──★ ditto

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 12.9k | s | a | established relationship ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve got everything you need right now, amazing boyfriend, amazing job, amazing friends, but when you receive life changing news you’re not sure how to bring it up to your boyfriend. your indecisiveness and failure to be open with him puts a huge toll on your relationship and he just wants to know that if he continues to love and walk the same path as you, you’ll do the same and ditto.

──★ romantic dreams

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 23.9k | s | a | yandere jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

he’s always dreamt of finding his soulmate in some romantic way, bells ringing, birds chirping, maybe even a shine of light over their head. he never imagined to find them living next door to him with absolutely no clue to the extent of the growing infatuation he has toward you until it’s a little too late. hypnotized by your entire existence he finds his dreams and delusions of love to be a little too intense for anyone to bare.

──★ seven days to love

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.2k | s | f | coworker jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is nothing but your obnoxious new coworker who can’t seem to get the hint that you’re not interested. he’s loud, clumsy, and a bit of a player who knows his way with girls. what started off as an immediate physical attraction toward you quickly changed to a full blown crush that jungkook just can’t seem to let go. for seven days the two of you must work together alone at the store and each day jungkook takes as a chance to get you to notice him.

──★ cool with you

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 14.6k | s | f | neighbor jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didn’t want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasn’t worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.

──★ limerence

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.8k | s | a | ex!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back

──★ million dollar darling

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆19.7k | s | rich!jk ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

──★ lost and found

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | friend’s ex boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

──★ tempest

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.2k | s | yandere boyfriend ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

──★ ukiyo

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 17.7k | s | f | summer romance ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

it’s the start of summer and there’s nothing better than dipping your toes in the sand and falling for a local boy who plays beach volleyball in his free time. he’s charming in a way you’ve never seen and you seem to understand each other better than one could imagine. both stuck in an awkward time of self discovery, you try to live in the moment and forget about your worries till they become too hard to ignore.

──★ effortlessly yours

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 16.9k | s | f | ceo x part timer ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets you—the one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, you’ve welcomed him to change your life for the better.

──★ infrunami

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 18.7k | s | f | friends to lovers ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

you’ve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. he’s there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts… there’s one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like there’s nothing between you.

──★ shameless

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ 31.5k | s | a | infidelity ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.

SERIES

──★ summer bummer baby

HIATUS

──★ love lies

HIATUS

HALLOWEEN

──★ season of the witch

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