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Diamond Heart

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You finally decide to utilise your gym membership. Personal trainer!Jungkook

Genre: Romance, comedy, smut, angst

Warnings: Body image. Negative language. Heavy smut scene at the end.

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This is the second time I've uploaded this story. The first time, I received some pretty mean comments and messages. SOOOOOO I have to say, if you don't like. my writing, that's fine, just exit my page lol. Do not leave mean comments please.

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New year, new you, right? Your new years resolution was to get your body right, eat healthily, drink less and most importantly; get in the gym. However, it had been months since the new year had begun and you still hadn’t utilised your gym membership. The fee was regularly from your bank account every month and you had yet to step foot into the establishment. You frowned every time you saw the transaction on your bank statement, but you did absolutely nothing about it.

But the influence of social media made you feel like you wanted to try and be a gym girlie. So you took your gym bag to work, placed It under your desk so you didn’t have any excuse not to go. Plus, the gym was quite literally in your work building.

You sigh change into untouched gym clothes that you had bought all the way back at the end of December, preparing for your new year’s resolution. Shame rushes over your body as you tear the tags from the tight fitting clothes and chuck them into the sanitary bin next to the toilet. Huffing and puffing you slide your socked feet into new exercise shoes. Stuffing your work clothes into the bag, you exit the bathroom stall and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You didn’t look too bad, you looked like someone who was ready to workout. If you looked the part, you could play the part.

Lugging the bag over your shoulder, you head to the gym.

It was pretty empty, you were surprised, as the majority of colleagues held a membership, considering all employees got a ten percent discount as your employers owned the building.

You guess that people don’t usually come straight from work, they most likely go home and come back. But not everyone suffers from severe procrastination like you do.

Heading to the changing rooms, to put your bag away, you pass a very good looking man, you almost trip over as your eyes stick to him. He dressed in a baggy white shirt and shorts, his feet adorned in similar shoes to yours. His hair was cut in a cool way, it was kinda long, considering all the men at work and currently surrounding him, all sported cropped haircuts. His ears and his lips were embellished with piercings, you almost walked into a wall when you saw him playing with his lip piercings, the tip of his tongue, just grazing the shiny metal. Your gaze fleetingly drops to his arm, his tattooed arm. How was a man like this working here? He should be on the cover of vogue or something.

Tearing your eyes away from him, you manage to make it into the changing room, unscathed. You quickly lock away your bag and head back out onto the main floor, phone and AirPods in hand, ready to tackle the gym. And then it hits you a ton of bricks. You have no idea what you’re doing. You didn’t know where to start, what equipment does what, what part of your body to focus on.

You look around at people lifting weights, running on the treadmills, using the equipment like pros.

Your eyes focus in on the 'smoke show' of a man that ‘briefly’ caught your eye earlier. He was now sitting behind the front desk and under a large poster for personal trainers. The poster read ‘In the body gym: PT sessions available; first 2 sessions are free’. And if a sign from the universe, it doesn’t fail to mention how the offer is time limited. You take it as a sign, plus you were most likely going to try the gym twice before never going again. Might as well get free personal training out of it.

With determination, you walk towards the front desk, before stopping in front of that man of a man. And that’s when the words on your tongue freeze.

Jungkook notices a presence looming over him and he puts the finishing touches on the next promotional poster. He looks up and smiles. He noticed you when you first came in, you were a new face, he knew all the regulars who attended the gym and he had never seen you before. He would definitely remember a face like yours. He stands up.

“Hello, how can I help you?” He rests his tattooed hand on the desk and he notice how your eyes grow larger at the sight.

Your words are still finding it hard to get out of your mouth. You probably look like such a weirdo, standing there and staring at him. You manage to lift your finger and gesture to the poster behind him.

He smiles and his smile is the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

“You want to book a PT session?”

You nod and swallow the lump that had been lodged in your throat since you walked up to the desk.

“Sorry, yes, I’d like to book five.” You fumble to pull out your credit card from the back of your phone.

“I can just add the fee to your account. You don’t need to pay directly. The fee won’t be noticeable until the third session, on the account of our offer.” He leans forward to adjust your account.

You can see down his shirt from the angle. And by the sight you can tell that he works in a gym. Hell, he might even live in it.

He clicks a few times and quickly straightens back up, you swiftly divert your gaze.

“You are free to start your first session today.” He comes out from behind the desk and he towers over you, your knees buckle. Maybe that’s something you need to work on. Do your knees have muscles? Can you make them stronger?

“Okay, should I wait here for the trainer?” You ask.

He goes behind the desk, ducks down and then comes back out.

He extends his hand and you stare at him in confusion.

He retracts his hand, and rubs the back of his neck.

“I don’t know why I did that…” He awkwardly chuckles, shaking his head.

It can’t be. There’s no way that he’s your P-

“I’m your trainer. I hope that’s okay, the other guys are fully booked and I had a cancellation today, so I thought it’d be a cute joke…” He trails off, taking note of the smile growing across your face.

You feel kinda at ease seeing him get a little awkward attempting to joke with you. He looked like he should be the cockiest motherfucker ever, but second by second he was proving that he was the complete opposite of that. It was endearing but there was no way he could be your personal trainer, not like you had a shot with him anyway, he probably had a really fit and hot girlfriend. You digress, you didn’t want him to see you all sweaty, breathing hard and struggling to complete simple moves.

He looks at you, his eyes doubling in size. He can tell you’re slightly uncomfortable, he could almost visualise the Neurons firing off in your head. He was attracted to you, that’s for sure, he wasn’t trying to come off as creepy. Maybe he did, and now you don’t want to train with him, maybe you’ll cancel your membership too.

He rapidly looks around the gym, hoping to catch the eye of one of his colleagues, so he could offer to trade clients. He catches Namjoon’s eye, but before he could call him over, you speak;

“It was funny, I’m just a bit scared.”

His gaze meets your eyes again. He internally feels a huge rush of relief. Thank goodness he didn’t scare you away.

“Oh good.” He tucks his hair behind his ear.

Cute. You think.

“Why are you scared?” He quickly follows up.

Shifting your weight between your feet, you answer, your voice barely audible over the EDM base leaking through the speakers.

“I don’t want to embarrass myself. You’re a professional and I don’t want to make a fool of myself.” You play with your earbud case, avoiding eye contact.

You wouldn’t be his first client who had that same fear, it was completely natural to be scared of embarrassing yourself. He felt the same way when he started boxing, the first session was nerve-racking, scared of getting anything wrong. But all you need is a good and supportive trainer. And if says so himself, that’s what he thinks he is.

“Don’t be scared. I’m here to help you. We’ll start slow, okay?” He offers a warm smile and places his large hand on your shoulder.

You almost fall from the feeling of his hand on your bare shoulder. Yes, you were acting like a teenage girl who had never interacted with a man before. But look at him. You were a grown ass woman who had never interacted with a man that looked like him before.

He leads you over to a room separate from the rest of the gym, closed off with glass doors, allowing you to see the whole place. Inside the room were a few exercise balls, foam roller and weights. The floor was soft and covered in mats.

He takes you over to the furthest mat in the room.

“Just me and you here, so don’t be nervous. This section is pretty discreet.” He reassures you.

You smile and place your phone and earbuds down on the floor next to the two mats you were currently occupying.

“We are going to start with stretching, so please sit down. I might have to help you with some of the positions. I hope you don’t mind being stretched…” His voice quietens as he realises how it sounds.

His cheeks flush a pretty pink. A hot flash that runs through you, leaves a thin layer of sweat on your hairline.

And so it begins.

The next morning you wake up sore as fuck. All that extra stretching at the end of the session seemed useless now. Your legs feel like lead as you swing them out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As you sit on the toilet, your thighs scream at you, it was almost as if you could feel every fibre of your muscles tear.

Your phone buzzes on the countertop. Finishing your business, you wash your hands and run the shower.

You tap the screen on your phone to see a message from Jungkook. He said it was important to have direct contact with each other, just incase he wanted to recommend some gym wear or if you had any questions.

Jungkook (Gym): ’Hope yesterday didn’t tire you out too much. You did great 👏 ‘

Another comes in as you finish reading.

Jungkook (Gym): ‘I hope to see you at the gym (or outside) soon! Make sure to book another session! 😊’

You quickly pick up your phone, steam fills the room as the water continues to gush from the pipes.

It vibrates in your hand.

Jungkook (Gym): ‘Sorry if that was unwarranted.’

It vibrates again. You didn’t want to risk opening the messages just incase you were unsure of what to say. You really didn’t want to leave him on read unintentionally.

Jungkook (Gym): ‘Please ignore the last two messages 😣 .’

Jungkook (Gym): ‘Lets pretend that didn’t happen. Sorry for the spam 😔

You click on the notification and unlock your phone.

You: Its okay 😆 My body feels like its on fire every time I move, is that normal?

You fire off the text.

Jungkook (Gym): ‘Yes 😂 completely normal. You should buy a foam roller to massage your muscles~ But more stretching should help in the mean time. Here is a video to follow (its me btw 😳)’

He sends a link to a Youtube video. You’re intrigued. The gym seemingly had a YouTube channel. The link loads and then you see Jungkook on your screen. Holding the phone in one hand, you quickly turn off the shower and head to your bedroom. Careful not to walking into any walls, you sit on your bed.

He greets the audience cheerfully, informing them that this was a tutorial for stretching to relieve muscle ache. He is wearing the gym’s merch, not like when you saw him the day before, it wasn’t a baggy t-shirt, no. This time it was a form fitting sleeveless, lycra shirt, with the gym’s logo nestled between his sculpted pecs. His vibrant tattoos more on show than they were in person. His legs were wrapped in shorts, that fell just above his knees.

He encourages the viewers to get an exercise mat or find a soft surface. You follow his instruction. A loud groan escapes your lips as you struggle to sit down.

He sports the brightest smile as he guides the (most likely thirsty) watchers through the exercises.

You strain your muscles as you attempt to toe touch. And then he says something that brings you back to the previous day, during your session.

“You might need a partner to stretch you, if you can’t get far enough. It’ll feel really good.”

You were being advised on how to stretch and then when it came to this specific stretch. You were laying on your back, hands clasped around your knee. You knew that you weren’t flexible, but you didn’t know that you were this stiff. You tried your best to pull your leg into your chest, but you couldn’t anything.

“Its not working.” You say, letting your leg drop to the ground with a thud.

Jungkook chuckles and looks down at you, arms crossed, his biceps bulging. The strength it took to not stare was more than what you used to lift the weights.

“I think you need help.” He kneels down in front of you.

He pauses.

“I can help you, if you want.”

You nod.

He mutters an ‘okay, great’, before asking you to resume the position. He moves forward, putting his body over yours, placing his hands on your calf and pushing your leg up and down.

You almost moan with how good the stretch felt. You try your damn hardest not to concentrate on the man who was currently on top of you. You tried not to take notice of his scent, or the small scar on his cheek, or the mole under his lip.

“Can you feel it now?” He smirks.

He knew you could feel it, he heard the noise you let slip. He tries not to think anything of it, but his mind runs wild. He had to be professional. Plus you hadn’t indicated that you were interested in him in the slightest.

You nod again. He sits back on his heels and lets go of your leg.

You’re pulled out of your reminiscent state by a notification and the sound of the phone vibrating against the floor.

Jungkook (Gym): Did it help? 😢

You quickly reply with no thoughts. Empty headed.

You: Its not the same without you

He was gonna think you were like all those other woman in the gym who thirsted over him. You needed to fix it.

You quickly send another message.

You: *your help ☺️

Jungkook’s heart sank at your correction. Maybe you weren’t interested. You probably in a relationship and the last thing you wanted to deal with was a creepy PT harassing you. He doesn’t reply.

You spend your whole shower thinking about being left on read.

Your closest co-worker, Bethany, sits across from you during in lunch. She notices how you barely make conversation, or keep the conversation. You check your phone every 5 minutes.

“Who are we waiting for?” She asks, her fork digging around in her bowl.

“Huh?”

She chuckles.

“You’re obviously waiting for someone to text. You keep on looking at phone like every two seconds. So, who are we waiting for?”

You didn’t know you were being that obvious.

“Well… My personal trainer is a total twenty out of ten. And he messaged me this morning to give me some stretching tips, and I may have ended our last convo on a creepy note. And now I think that he’s ghosting me because I was a creep. He probably blocked me. I’m probably banned from the gym.” Words rush out of your sauce covered lips. Maybe spaghetti wasn’t the best meal to have in the middle of the day.

Bethany shoves a napkin in your face, which you accept gratefully. She request to see the messages. Embarrassed, you hand your phone over to her.

She remains silent as she scrolls down the screen.

“He has a crush on you.” She finally speaks, her eyes fixed on the screen, her thumb pressing down. She was doing more than looking at the messages.

“You better not be sending another message.” You warn her, hand reaching across the table.

She swiftly moves her chair back, so your phone is out of reach.

“If you don’t snatch him up, someone else will. Oh my God, he is…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, she turns the screen towards you. And you freeze. It is a picture of a rather muscular man’s bare back, the hair at the nape of his neck was wet with sweat. And the tattooed arm… You knew that arm. It was in your dreams last night.

“W-where did you find that?”

She smiles and her thumb resumes the swiping motion.

“It was in his previous profile pictures.” She leans back in her chair.

“His picture is a brown dog.” You sit back, the image burnt into your eyes.

How were suppose to act now that you’ve seen that? All you can imagine is digging your nails into that back as-

See? You’ve been corrupted. No, you must be ovulating, that why the impure thoughts plague your mind. You’ve seen good looking men before, but you’ve never had such a primal reaction before. You also didn’t know him well enough to like anything besides his looks. His very, very, very good looks.

“He has a ton of pictures. He may be the first guy ever who’s good at taking pictures. Damn, look at this.” She turns the screen towards you once more. This time he was standing in a mirror, hair slicked back and in a black button down.

“I can never go back to the gym. I guess my new years resolution is not going to be fulfilled.” You sigh, leaning forward to put your head in your arms.

Suddenly, Bethany gasps.

“He replied.” She smiles.

Your heart drops to your stomach.

“I can’t look. You read it.” You close your eyes, not wanting to look at her face.

She clicks on the notification. It felt as if seconds were taking hours to pass.

“Aww~”

Your head pops up, eyes shoot open.

“Aww?”

She nods.

“He said ‘I’d be glad to help, I like you.”

You lunge forward and grab the device out of her hand.

It shakes in your hand

Jungkook (Gym): * your company 😜

Your heartbeat quickens and a smile spreads across your face. He was nicely making fun of you, recalling back to your little save earlier.

“If you don’t go for it, I will.” Bethany jokes, her engagement ring, glistening under the lighting of the restaurant.

You sit back in your chair, clutching the phone, thinking of a reply. The phone buzzes again.

Jungkook (Gym): I hope I didn’t ruin my chances of asking you out for dinner after our training sessions. I hope it didn’t come off as creepy 🤢

You didn’t dwell on a reply, you thumbs swiftly move across the screen as you type out a reply.

You: Why wait? 🫤

Jungkook didn’t want to rush anything just incase the attraction was purely physical. You still had four sessions left. He didn’t want to put either of you in that uncomfortable position of feeling like you were stuck with someone you had a bad experience with. What if you found him boring, or strange, or creepy? Oh he was so stupid, luckily you seemed interested, but he didn’t even ask if you were single or not, he just pounced on you like some sort of predator.

Jungkook (Gym): I want you to keep on coming to the gym. I want it to go well.

Your heart melts. It was endearing. That someone that looked like him could be nervous.

You send a heart emoji and lock your phone, placing it screen down on the table. As you’re about to open your mouth to discuss your messages with Bethany, your phone rings. Flipping it up, you see the name on the screen; Jungkook.

You show Bethany. She snatches the device from you and answers it, shoving it to your ear.

“Hello?” You say.

“Hi. How are you?” His silky, yet raspy voice bleeds through the speakers.

Your eyes zero in on the left over food on your plate, your finger mindlessly tracing patterns into the table.

“I-I’m good. You?”

You could hear the EDM music that played in the gym come through the phone. It must be at work.

“Same. Uh, do you want to come in today? I could help the soreness go away? Well, not completely, but feel better?” He suggests, shyly. You practically see his tattooed arm raise to go behind his neck to shake through the back of his hair.

You didn’t have any plans to go to the gym for another 2 days Your sweaty clothes were still stuffed in your gym bag next to your front door. You hadn’t even bothered to put them in the laundry.

“Uh… I don’t have my gym clothes today.” You lean back in your chair.

Jungkook was unsure of how he was going to come off but he had to try. He really wanted to see you, he felt pathetic having a crush like this. Pursuing a crush like this.

“We have gym apparel here.” He says.

You almost scoff. Not meaning to come off as condescending. You try to disguise the scoff as a cough.

“I’m not really a gym girlie. So I’m not into buying gym clothes like that… I’ll be come in on Friday tho-“

He cuts you off.

“I’m looking at the system now and your membership actually expires tomorrow. You signed up for a 6 month contract and well… its been 6 months.”

He was telling the truth, but he was coming off as desperate.

“Oh. Um, Its my lunch break right now, I guess I could quickly come in to renew. I’ll be there soon.”

You both mutter a quick farewell before ending the phone call.

“Sounds like he really wants to see you.”

You walk into the gym, feeling slightly uneasy dressed in your work clothes, your heels sinking into the padded floor. You immediately spot Jungkook who was currently with a client at one of the machines, a young woman who looked like she didn’t really need to be in the gym, but thats probably what hard work and dedication gets you. Results. He was dressed casually as always, a t-shirt and baggy shorts. This time a beanie encased his raven locks. You rip your gaze away from the two of them and head to the front desk. A young man greets you, you read his name tag ‘Namjoon’. He was tall, buff and oh so handsome. Was that the requirement to work at this gym?

How can I help you today?” Namjoon asks.

“Hi, I need to renew my membership.” You start.

The man smile, his dimple becoming more prominent with every tooth that displays.

“Sure, what’s your name?” His fingers ready to enter your information into the computer.

You give him your name, placing your handbag on to the counter to find your ID just incase.

Namjoon’s eyebrows reach his hairline and his yells for Jungkook. You’re startled at the sudden outburst. You look up at him in confusion. He gives you a curt smile before backing away from the counter and jogging over to Jungkook. You follow him with your eyes as he approaches Jungkook. You’re unable to hear their conversation as a count of the the loud music and the distance. You see Jungkook turn to his client and she dismounts from the machine and takes a swig of water. The two men exchange a few words before Jungkook heads your way. He approaches you with a gleaming smile on his face. You return a shy grin.

He jogs behind the counter.

“Is there a problem? Couldn’t Namjoon, is that his name? Couldn’t he do it?” You tilt your head in wonder.

Jungkook felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, he didn’t enjoy the fact that you seemed to want Namjoon to assist you when he was right there.

You notice his eyes flicker and his smile falter.

“You looked busy, I didn’t want to bother you.” You reach your hand out in defence.

His smile returns at its luminescence.

“Its no bother. I was expecting you.” Types in your information into the system and prints out a new contract. He quickly turns around to grab the sheet of paper from the printer. You take the time to admire his back, the image of his shirtless back flashing through your mind.

Your thoughts are interrupted when he puts the contract down on the counter and gestures to the pen perched in it’s stand. He tells you where to sign. You quickly sign and date on the dotted line before handing it back to him.

“Do you want to grab dinner tonight?” He asks.

You’re taken aback by the sudden invite.

Before you could respond, Jungkook’s client saunters over to the two of you.

“Kookie, are we going to finish the session?” She leans on the counter, and you take the opportunity to take a glance at her body. She had the physique of a dancer, or a model. She was definitely on someone’s (your) vision board.

You weren’t an overly insecure person, but thats was mostly because you kept to yourself and limited your use of social media. But in times like these, when you unintentionally comparing yourself to another woman who was just simply existing in the presence of a good looking man. You wrap your blazer around your waist trying to shield your shape as you feel her eyes dart up and down your body.

“Yeah give me one second.” He doesn’t turn away from you.

Jungkook was about to open his mouth, when the lady interrupts;

“He’s really good. He’ll get you into shape in no time! He also offers meal plans, if he hasn’t told you already.” She gives you the once over one more time.

You feel yourself fold in. Your shoulder slump and chest caves in. You suddenly become aware of your body and how different it was in comparison to all the people in the gym. In comparison to Jungkook, who was seemingly trying to ask you out right now. You thought of his intentions. Was he trying to garner more business for the gym? Was he going to take you out and suggest that you sign up for more PT sessions? Or maybe he was simply doing his job? And he asked all his clients out to dinner so he could monitor their eating habits?

Or MAYBE it was worse; and he got a kick of leading innocent woman into thinking they had a chance with men like him. And all the people at the gym knew it?

“Clara, I’ll be over in 5 minutes. Namjoon is gonna take over for a while.” He gestures over to Namjoon, who was leaning against a machine, patiently waiting for her to return.

She scoffs before walking away, making a point to sway her hips as she walks away. Jungkook rolls his eyes and looks back at you, a smile resting on his visage.

“Are you free tonight?” He asks, his eyes grow with hope.

The hope soon dissipates when he watches your face distort with uncertainty.

“Look, I don’t want you to go above and beyond for me. I just want to get used to coming to the gym first. Um… I know I’m not a supermodel but-.” He stops you.

“What?” He brows furrow in confusion. He runs through the past few minutes in his head and wonders where he may have misled you. He knew he sometimes had the misfortune of mixing up his words and confusing people, but he honestly didn’t think he mixed up his words this time. He barely spoke.

“I appreciate your help, but please don’t feel obliged to go outside the boundaries of the gym t-.” He cuts you off again.

“Boundaries?” He questions.

You swallow the hard lump that had formed in your throat, you already felt small, but you felt yourself becoming smaller.

“Yeah. I know you offer ‘meal plans’. But we don’t have to go out for dinner in order for you to sell them to me.” You choke out.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open.

“I-I. No.” Is all he can say.

“No?”

“No. I want to take you out because I like you. Well I like what I know of you. I want to get to know you. I think you’re gorgeous by the way.” The last part comes out under his breath.

You’re lost for words, you don’t know whether you should apologise or question his response.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I wanted to wait until after our sessions were done so you didn’t get the wrong impression.” He looks down at his shoes.

You felt so bad, jumping to conclusions, you were the one who forced to ask you sooner. He was trying to make you comfortable, he never said anything about your appearance or made you feel any less than. You forced your insecurities on a really nice guy, who showed a little interest in you.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I should get another trainer. And I’m-“ His gaze meets yours, eyes wide.

“No, no! I still want to be your trainer and take you out! I just hope I didn’t give you the wrong impression. I really like you.”

You shift in your spot, clutching your bag.

He pulls his phone from his pocket and taps the screens a few times. He shows you the screen.

“Look, if you don’t want to get dinner, which I understand. Lets go here. Its a painting cafe, its open til late night and they have drinks. Its really chill. You mentioned in our first session how you wanted yo do something creative, right?”

You smile, he was seemingly trying so hard.

“Okay.” You say, coyly.

He beams.

“Okay?”

You nod.

“I’ll meet you outside at 6:30?” He locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket.

“Okay!” You smile before turning around and walking away.

This time, Jungkook watches you walk away, failing at containing the smile that had exploded on his face.

Jungkook knew his last client of the day felt rushed, he didn’t bother with the final stretches like he usually does, he didn’t even bother to jokingly flirt with the 75 year old woman like he usually did either. He aided her in putting the 2kg weights back on the rack before running into the men’s changing room, stripping and jumping into the shower.

He scrubbed his body head to toe, making sure to get rid of the grime from the day.

Before he knew it, he was waiting outside of the building, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He catches a glimpse of his reflection and he immediately fixes his hair, one strand would not stay in its place, he knew he needed to use more hair gel. He should’ve asked Jimin if he could use a little more.

Staring through the glass, he saw you coming, caught up in the crowd of people who were dying to get home.

Finally, you come through the doors and walk up to him. You greet him brightly, hoping he can’t hear the nerves plaguing your voice.

He beams at you and asks about your day. He informs you that the place wasn’t too far away and was in walkable distance.

The start of the date was awkward, as expected, no more than a few words at a time being exchanged. He was ever the gentleman, before picking out a design for your canvases, he helped you out with your apron. You fought to keep your knees from buckling as he came in close from behind to tie the back. You do the same for him, the height difference, between the two of you becoming ver present, as well as the broadness of his back.

The host lead you two a secluded room, as you both clutched your chosen designs in hand. The room was quite romantic, low lighting, except for the luminous light surging each easel. There was a table separating the two chairs, displaying the paint and the brushes. You glance at Jungkook and see the look of glee.

You both place the canvases on the easels and take your seats. The host, takes place in front of the two of you.

“You have 2 and a half hours, you are free to use all the material here. If you need anymore, please press the call button.” She gestures to the button, stuck to the end of the table, covered in the paint bottles.

She continues;

“This is an evening painting session, so we now serve wine at the bar. Selective dishes are also available to order. Coffee and snacks are still available. And… please refrain from any inappropriate behaviour, or you will be asked to leave and banned from the premise. We do have CCTV in each room.” She offers an awkward smile and swiftly leaves the room.

Jungkook hopes you don’t think that he brought you here for illicit reasons. Maybe you’d think he was one of those sleazy guys who take women to private rooms and try it on with them. Shit. You haven’t said anything. Shit. He hasn’t said anything. He’s been in his head for the past few seconds.

“I hope I’m not bad at this.” You say, breaking the silence, with a light laugh.

He turns to you and smiles, picking up a paintbrush and offering it to you. You take it and return the smile.

From then on, the date runs smoothly. You both decide to order a bottle of wine and share a plate of pasta. One bottle turned into two, and the room was filled with laughter and stories. The misunderstandings of the afternoon long forgotten. Before you knew it, a voice came through a small speaker, you didn’t know was there, reminding you that you had 10 minutes left.

In a burst of tipsy laughter, the two of you hurriedly finish your paintings.

Picking up your painting and Jungkook to the ‘drying station’, located, near the entrance. You both remove your paint covered aprons before attending to your paintings once again. You take a peek at his masterpiece before you flick on the hairdryer.

“How are you real?” You ask in disbelief.

He tilts his head in confusion.

“You look amazing, you’re nice, and you can paint. What can’t you do?” You giggle.

He laughs and shakes his head.

“No, no. I- You- I mean thank you. But I think the same about you.” He says quickly turning on his hairdryer, aiming it at his picture.

The hum of the machines fill the room, echoing your laughter that once filled your ears. Your ears, that were now flushed with flattery.

The hostess takes both paintings, wrapping them up carefully, and handing you both your respective bags. She taps on the register, reading off the total bill. You reach in your bag to find your card, yeah, it was a date, but you felt strange standing there as Jungkook paid for something that could’ve easily been a platonic date… Your thoughts are interrupted.

“Do you want the receipt?”

“Huh?” The sound slipped out.

Jungkook looks at you before answering.

“No thank you. Thank you, have a nice evening.” His free hand grabs yours and he guides you both outside.

So… not a platonic date then.

The street was much busier than it had been than when you had arrived. It was filled with people unwinding after a long day at work, ready for the weekend. It was also littered with loved up couples, holding hands, looking for places to eat, talking to each other about who knows what. If anyone were to look at the two of you, they would think you were one of those lovelorn couples. The way your hand fit in his, pace matching his, laughter mixing harmoniously with his.

“Thank you for tonight. I had so much fun.” You pull him to a stop, pulling him into a side road, away from the foot traffic.

Jungkook feels his heart swell, he was so happy. He felt like it went well, but to hear you say it? Made him feel like he was flying. To think that a few hours ago, it was all almost slipping away from him. He found himself drawn to you, he couldn’t explain it. He always believed that that’s how he’d find his ‘person’. It would just feel right. And it does.

“Me too. Thank you for giving me a chance.” He takes both your hand in his, eyes growing double in size.

You didn’t think it was possible for a man like him to look cute, but here he was, with his eyes shining, looking down at you. Looking as adorable as ever. You move closer, you were aware of your actions, but you also knew that the wine you drank was giving you the courage to do what you were about to do.

“I would like to k-“

“Yes.” A puff of air tickles your lips, as he closes his eyes.

He doesn’t feel anything.

He opens his eyes and steps back.

“Oh I’m sorry, I as-“

You pull him in and plant you lips on his. Its not perfect, you miss slightly, you feel his lips curl into smile. His hand leaves yours and meets your waist, bringing you in closer, he readjusts his lips on yours. His lip rings indenting into the plum flesh of your bottom lip. You have the sudden urge to feel it on your tongue. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, letting it tease the metal accessory for a few milliseconds before slipping it into his mouth. A low growl rumbles in his throat and he tangles is tongue with yours. Your hand finds its way to the back of his neck, fingers delving into the hair at the nape of his neck. His hand wonders from your waist to your lower back, fingers inching closer to your behind.

The sound of a throat clearing brings you to a halt.

You separate, the rustling of your bags, sounding like teens laughing at their peers being caught making out at a high school house party.

“We should uh… get going.” You say, using your fingers to wipe the saliva from your mouth.

Jungkook licks his lips and nods. You were more than ready to go about being awkward and distant but that was never his plan, he grabs your hand and walks with you like he’d been kissing you like that.

He walks you back to the work building and calls you a taxi. You both bid each other a sweet goodnight, exchanging smiles and hugs before parting ways.

Jungkook makes sure to text you as soon as he watches your taxi drive down the road, telling you how much he enjoyed spending time and how he hopes he could do it sometime soon.

Your heart jumps at the sound of your phone vibrating in your bag. It does backflips as your eyes take in his words. For the second time that evening you ask him;

You: How are you real? 😂

He smiles to himself as he heads home, he snaps a quick picture of himself and sends it.

Jungkook 💕: Very real and all yours lol

He immediately regrets sending it. Fingers scrambling, he sends a second message.

Jungkook💕: If you’ll have me 🥴

He must be playing a joke on you, right? What does this tall, handsome, funny, sweet PERSONAL TRAINER want with you? He’s seen you, right? He’s seen the other women who go to his gym, right?

Jungkook looks at his message and sees the ‘1’ disappear. You read it. And you weren’t replying. He came on too strong. Great, he ruined the perfect evening.

Just as about he was about to type out an apology, your message pops up.

You: Do you have a fetish or something?

He furrows his eyebrows. Figuring texting is messing up true feelings, he presses the voice call button.

Your eyes widen when you see his name on your screen. You pick up.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Fetish?” He gets right to it.

“Yeah. You know…” Your voice comes out as a whisper.

He stops walking, he sits on a bench.

“I don’t know. To be honest, I’m very confused.”

You felt so embarrassed. You let your insecurities get the best of you and sabotage this relationship before it had the chance to even start.

“Jungkook. You’re you and…”

You pause. You feel your eyes water.

“I’m me. I’m not in the best shape and I’m not skinny or have a perfect hourglass figure. I’m definitely heavier than you.” You let out a dry laugh.

“I’m struggling to understand and believe that you like me. And that this isn’t some sort of sexual thing.” Your breath shakes.

Jungkook’s brows are now in permanent furrowed state, that never crossed his mind. Of course it didn’t because he didn’t think of you like that.

He says your name. It was different from the way you’ve heard it said by other guys before when you’ve brought up the same issue. He didn’t say with defeat or dipped in grease. It was usually followed by ‘you should take it as a compliment, I think big girls are sexy’. ‘I wanted to see what it was like’

Jungkook said nothing of the sort;

‘I’m me and you’re you. I like you. I like everything about you. Well, what I know so far, I want to know more. I want to go on more dates, I want to see where this goes. Hopefully it can go far. I’d really like that. And you may not understand why I like you, but you don’t have to right now, I’ll show you. I’m sorry if a guy has made you feel like you’re a plaything and not likeable. I wish I could punch him.”

You laugh.

“I like hearing you laugh. I want to be the reason for that. Thank you telling me how you feel and not just ghosting. I appreciate it. “ You could hear him smile through the phone.

He couldn’t be real. But you had to tell yourself he was or you’d fuck it up.

“Thank you for not being weirded out.” You sniffle.

He laughs.

“After kissing me like that? I’m locked in.”

2 months later

Jungkook was a very understanding and patient boyfriend. He must’ve gotten a lot of practice from his job as a personal trainer. He pushed you to try new things, go to new places, but he always made sure you were comfortable. He was a living manifestation of your dream man.

He had asked you to be his girlfriend during your 5th and final training session. You were stretching together, he had your leg stretched out and next to your head (definitely not gym approved), when he ‘popped the question’. You agreed very quickly and kissed him, only for the kiss to be interrupted by ‘Clara’, the client who was convinced that she was playing the long game with Jungkook.

She lets out a loud gasp before storming out of the room.

“I think I may have lost you a client. Sorry.” You giggle.

He pecks your lips and releases your leg.

“But I gained a girlfriend.

Jungkook invites you over for a movie night after work on a Friday night. He’s ever the gentleman, he waits outside the building, takes your bag and holds your hand the entire walk to his house. You had been over to apartment on several occasions. But never for an overnight stay, for a moment or two before heading out. You head to the bathroom, taking your overnight bag, you wash off your makeup, change out of work clothes and into a oversize shirt and sleep shorts. Neatly folding your clothes back into your bag, you head back out into the living room.

He looks up at you as you place your bag under the breakfast bar.

“You look cute.” He smiles, cutting up strawberries into a bowl.

You walk up next to him, your brushing up his broad back and wrapping around his waist. You kiss his cheek.

“Thank you.” You kiss his jaw.

You were both quite wary when it came to physical intimacy, you’d cuddle, hold hands and occasionally kiss, but things were moving very slowly. You wondered if he was even attracted to you (you tried to push the bad thoughts to the back of your head) , as he rarely ever initiated contact. You were still trying to come across has chill and nonchalant, but the truth was… you were horny. You wanted to jump his bones every time you saw him, he was gorgeous. He had been bragging about a delicious dish that he learned to make, and how excited he was to show you. You were a bit reluctant about accepting the invite, you’d been to his apartment before, but for only a few minutes at a time. You had never spent time with him in his house with access to a bed.

You help him cook, despite him telling you to sit down. You both sit down and enjoy the meal, sharing laughs and stories from the day. After eating, you wash up together, feeling very domestic.

Drying your hands, you shyly you ask;

“Should we watch a movie?”

Jungkook dries the last bowl and smiles, that shy smile that you adored so much.

“Sure, the remote is on the couch. Pick whatever.”

You place the dish towel down ever so carefully, the silence lingering in air before you speak.

“I uh was thinking we could uh watch it in your bedroom. If you’re comfortable of course.” You pick the towel up once more, wringing it in your hands, palms turning red.

He notices your hesitation, places the bowl in the cabinet, gently pulls the towel out of your hands and wraps his arms around you. You immediately relax into the hug.

“Don’t be nervous to ask for things like that. I want to cuddle with you wherever. It’ll be nice.”

Before you knew it, you were under the sheets with Jungkook on top of you, lips locked, legs too, entangled in a heated position. One arm was around his neck and one was around his tiny waist, sneaking up his shirt. He moaned into the kiss, the deep guttural sound causing a pool arousal to soak your underwear. His large hand had naturally made its way on to your breasts, he has growled at the feeling of your braless tits in his hand. His other hand was above you, resting on the pillow. He let his body rest on you a little, increasing your temperature ever so slightly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling something firm pressed against your stomach. He kisses your lips once more before moving to your cheek, down to your jaw and then your neck, sucking your skin slightly. You weren’t a particularly vocal person in bed, but his actions were making hard for you to keep quiet, involuntary whines escaping your body.

“I-I’m h-hot.” You whimper.

He smirks.

“Yeah, you are.”

You snort.

“No~ I’m literally hot, can we take off the blanket?”

“Oh.” He laughs and flips the blanket off, rolling to the side of you, leaning on his elbow.

He stares at you. Before you could ask a question, his lips are on yours again. His hand cups your jaw. You kiss him back fervently, your hand

He pulls away, lips a hairbreadth from yours. His hand travels down your body, caressing your breast, squeezing your waist. Which makes you tense up. Your waist and stomach were areas that you were self conscious about, it felt like he was squeezing your flaws.

Think about something else. Thinking about something else.

He feels you go stiff.

“Are you okay?” He asks, lips pink and swollen.

You nod.

“Just touch me.” You grab his hand and place it on your waistband.

He bites his lips, without breaking eye contact, his fingers disappear into your shorts. He touches you over your panties first. He moans at the feeling of the soaked material.

“You’re so wet. All for me?” He smirks, eyebrows raised.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as he moves your panties to the side and his thumb meets your clit, fingers gliding over your folds. He takes his time before curling his long fingers into you, causing your to moan out in pleasure, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. He slowly fucks his fingers into you. The room is filled with the crude wet sound of your heat and the murmur of the voices of the long forgotten movie playing on TV.

You’ve never sounded like this before, unintelligible sounds tumbling from your lips as he pumps his digits in and out, hitting that place deep inside you.

“Y-your’e gonna make me c-“ You kiss him and place your hand on his bulge that had been growing.

He hisses, bucking into your hand. He takes his fingers out of you and hurriedly removes your shorts and underwear. You barely have time to think when his mouth meets your centre. His thick tongue licks you up, sucking on your pearl, like the best candy he’s ever tasted in his life. Your hands shoot out to grab his hair as you shake. You grunt out his name as you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head, you try to catch your breath.

Jungkook rises to his knees and rips off his shirt, you catch a glimpse of his adonis like body before his kisses you. How were you in bed with someone who looks like that? Even though you had just felt like jelly, your brain tells your body to tense up. You kiss him back, trying your best to push the thoughts away, but as your hand feel up his toned, muscular physique, it was getting harder to fight them away.

Jungkook feels you tense under his touch. He pecks your lips before pulling away.

“Are you okay?” He asks, brown eyes glistening.

You nod and try to push the intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind. He raises his eyebrows, non verbally questioning you. You nod once again and presses your lips against his. He moans and kisses you back passionately. His hands wonder again, gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your muscles tense once again. He feels you go stiff, he pulls away again.

Your eyes remain closed, scared to look at him. You’ve really fucked up now, he probably thinks you’re weird, and he probably regrets giving a ‘fat’ girl a chance.

“You’re not okay. Tell me what’s wrong baby.” He moves closer to you and brushes hair out of your face, but then he quickly retracts.

“Do you not want me to touch you?”

You open your eyes, not daring to look at him, your stare tasering in on every detail of his bedroom ceiling.

“I’m sorry if I m-“

“No! I just have- I’m just… All I keep thinking of is what you must think.”

He looks at you puzzled.

“What I think?”

You take a deep breath and sit up, pulling your legs into yourself.

“You must’ve been with girls who have insane bodies, and you work at a gym for god’s sake! And now you’ve got to tolerate me. I don’t wanna put you off by taking off my shirt.” You ramble.

Jungkook barely keeps up with your words, he wants to grab you and tell you that you’re beautiful, and that he is more than attracted to you. But he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, you were literally telling him how you were uncomfortable you were with him touching you. Well, you didn’t say that explicitly but he didn’t want to push you further.

Him just sitting there was making you more anxious, maybe he had been hiding his true feelings. He did find you repulsive, maybe he was being kind and didn’t know how to let you down gently.

Without sparing a glance his way, you attempt to get off the bed. He stops you, hand gently landing one your thigh. You stare down at his tattooed fingers, slightly gripping, leaving dents in your skin.

“Don’t go. I think you’re gorgeous. L-like the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. That I’ve ever had the privilege to meet, to date, to kiss… To touch.”

You scoot back on the bed, eyes never leaving his.

“N-now I understand if you don’t wanna stay the night anymore, but.. I really want you to stay. And we don’t have to do anything, I won’t even touch you. I can sleep on the couch if that would make you more comfortable.”

He moves his hand towards your face, fingertips hovering over your cheek, scared to brush your hair out of your face.

“Even if you want to leave, please don’t leave thinking that I don’t want you or that I’m not attracted to you. You are perfect to me and it sucks that guys have made you feel like you aren’t the most beautiful woman in the world. “

You look into his eyes and you can feel his sincerity. You lean into his open hand, letting his palm warm your cheek.

“I-i want you to touch me. I want you to want to touch me.”

Jungkook grabs your face and kisses you.

“I do want to touch you. I want to do more than that. But I want you to feel more than comfortable with that.”

You kiss him, deepening the kiss before he even has the chance to pull away. You wrap your arms around his neck and you fall back, pulling him on top of you.

He rolls you both onto your sides and places his hands firmly on your hips. He moans into your mouth, sending heart down between your legs. You clench around nothing and rub your legs together, in an attempt to relieve yourself.

Jungkook’s hand brushes your thigh, as if he was asking for an invitation inside. You spread to let him in, his fingertips once again dance along your folds, becoming slick with arousal. He toys with your hardening nub, making you twist and turn. His mouth detaches from yours and land on your neck. He licks and kisses a spot that makes it impossible to keep quiet. Your arms wrap around his body, nails digging into the taut skin of his back. His fingers tease your opening before plunging in deep. His fingers move smoothly and quickly, pulling egregious noises from your lips. He feels you tighten around his fingers.

“Are you gonna cum for me again? Soak my fingers?” He whispers in your ear.

You feel a burning flash run through your body as you let go and experience release. You come undone and as you do, he presses his lips against yours, licking into your mouth. He gently pulls his fingers out of you and brings his fingers to his lips, alternating between kissing you and tasting your release.

Breath heavy, you snake your hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing his hardness in his boxers. He shudders. It had been a while since he had had sex. People perceived him as a hardcore fuckboy but he was truly the opposite. He wanted to be in a relationship, truthfully, that’s the only way he could cum, knowing the person beneath him was ‘his’.

“I don’t think I’m gonna last. I-I’m sorry.” He breathes out.

You smirk before pushing him back onto the bed and kneeling next to him. You bend at the waist and place a kiss over his boxers. His breathing gets heavier, chest heaving, abs clenching.

You palm his length before pulling him out and taking him into your mouth. You both moan as you sink deeper and feel him it the back off your throat. You suck gently, pulling off to lick at his tip.

His hand lands on the back off your head, slowly coming around to stroke your cheek. You maintain eye contact as you bob up and down. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he throws his arm over his eyes, unable to control his body as the pleasure takes over.

Suddenly, he gently pulls your hair, forcing you off of him.

“I’m gonna cum. I wanna feel you.” He confesses.

He sits up and reaches over to open his bedside table draw. You watch as he pulls out a foil packet. Expertly, he rips it open and slides the condom over his length. He turns back to you, encouraging you to lay back on the bed.

You lay back, and part your legs. He lines up with your core and gently pushes in. He hisses out a few curse words as he feels. You tighten around him. He almost collapses with how good it feels.

“So fucking tight.” He says through gritted teeth.

His grip on your hips tightens as he rocks back and forth. His tip hitting a spot in you that makes you scream in pleasure. He leans over you, encouraging you to hold on to him.

You both find a steady rhythm, moans reaching a crescendo as you explode. He follows shortly after, you feel the warm fill the condom. He rolls off you and next to you on the bed.

“Y-you are so sexy. Fuck.” He breathes out, chest heaving.

You laugh and turn to look at him.

“Thank you. I think you are too.” You reach out and brush his slightly damp hair out of his face. The angles of his chiseled face glisten more with the assistance of the tin layer of sweat that had formed on his skin.

He scoots closer to you and pecks your lips before getting up to get rid of the soiled condom that has become baggy with the deflation of his length.

You watch his figure as he heads into the bathroom.

You sigh a sigh of happiness. You might never be completely happy with yourself but you hope you can be happy with him and learn to love yourself as much as he might.

Hope you enjoyed this! Once again, no mean message please :)

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May 15th, 1948 Nakba marks the mass expulsion of Palestinians and in 2024 we continue to see the mistreatment and violent acts toward Palestine.

at this point if you are still unaware or refuse to speak of a conflict that has been going on for decades it’s because you choose to be ignorant.

my blog supports Palestine 🇵🇸

always will and always has been ✊🏽

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i know i have been quiet on here but i’ve been keeping myself informed about Palestine. it’s so hard to watch what’s happening bc as someone from the US, im not used to seeing that kind of violence.

it’s privilege to even say that bc Palestinians have been living through it for so, so long. long enough for it to escalate into a full blown genocide. and the fact that people and countries that have to resources to help are just watching and/or supporting israel is horrible and so upsetting.

i stand will palestine and i will do what i can to support and i hope others will too.

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Hi guys

I’ve deleted my recent post as I got a couple of really mean message from anonymous readers. Such as:

‘Your dumbass should’ve stayed gone’

‘Never write again’

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There is a person behind each account so please take that into consideration before sending a message.

If you don’t like my writing, stay off my blog.

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Neighbours know my name pt.2 (teaser)

Lets grab a drink.”

Your body stiffens, you knew Jonathon could feel it.

You weren’t ready, he andJungkook were about to be in the same room, with you. Together, breathing the same air.

“I’ll get them.” You say, pulling away.

He pulls you in by the waist.

“No, lets go together.” He insists, pulling you through the backyard into the house, before position you in front and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You waddle into the kitchen, stuck together, like a mutated creature with four legs, arms and two heads.

That’s when you saw him for the first time in a while, a breath hitched inn your chest. His hair had grown, the ends now tickling his shoulders. He had added a new piercing under his already gleaming one. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that was stretched beyond its limits over his built body. His tattooed arm made your chest tighten.

Then he looks up. His eyes meet yours. Your heart skips several beats.

He says your name and drops the knife he was using to slice lemons.

“Hi.” Your voice comes out quieter than you anticipated.

Jonathon squeezes your waist and yanks you out of the moment you were sharing with Jungkook. He lets go of you and extends his right hand.

“I’m Jonathon, the boyfriend.” He waits for Jungkook to shake his hand. Which he never does, leaving his hand hanging in the air.

“Jungkook.” He nods, his hair falling into his face. He swipes his hands and tucks the fallen strands behind his ear, his piercings shining under the fluorescent lights of the kitchen.

Jonathon retracts his hand and looks at you, his eyes growing in size. He opens his mouth, about to say something when two of your friends, clearly tipsy, stumble into the room.

“We need borrow your tall b-boyfriend. The fairy lights have fallen down and we can’t get on the ladder.” One of them chokes out, still sipping her drink.

Jonathan stares Jungkook down. Not paying any mind to the two girls who were waving their half empty drinks in his face.

You touch his arm.

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Hi guys! Sorry for not posting, the creativity well is running dry! I’m looking for some inspiration! And I want to hear from you, if you don’t feel comfortable replying under this post. Please send me a dm. What would you like to happen next in ‘No such thing’?

Looking forward to hearing from you all 💖💖

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No Such Thing | Ch 9

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: After a messy breakup and an even messier night out , you find an unlikely friend in your coworker’s ex boyfriend. A messy beginning and an even messier middle, who knows about the end.

Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (later chapters)

01 | 02| 03| 04| 05| 06 |07| 08|09

Drabbles:

I can & I will

Disconnect

Neighbours know my name (unrelated)

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You sit at the far end of the couch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You weren’t meant to be there. In Mark’s apartment. You meant to be at home, with Jungkook. Cuddling on the couch, watching reruns of Masterchef, talking about the events of today. Letting him stroke your hair as he drew out your true feelings in the magical way he did best.

Startling you, a cup of steaming liquid is placed on the coffee table.

“Drink this, it should relax you. “ he smiles down at you, hair flopping into his eyes.

You were not going to drink anything gave you. Considering he had basically kidnapped you.

You shift in your seat, the leather groaning under your bare thighs.

He looks down at your exposed legs, you tug at your dress, trying to pull the non-stretchy material over your knees. A short puff of air comes from his nose and he laughs.

“Let me get you something to wear. You left some clothes here.” He turns away.

In a quiet voice, you say:

“They won’t fit.” You squeak. Knowing the only thing you had left in his possession was the tightly fitted dress you intended to wear out on the day he broke up with you. That day, you rushed out of his apartment, wearing nothing but your pyjamas.

He chuckles.

“That’s right. You’re growing our child. I guess you’ve bought some new clothes, even your maternity wear is sexy. Nothing much has changed.” He walks back over to you. The couch sinks in as he sits down, his hand rests on your exposed knee. You freeze. He was never violent or forceful when you were together but you were seeing a completely different side of him.

“Still wearing short dresses like this one. We need to get you ready for motherhood. We’ll look online later for more appropriate clothes.” He pats your leg before standing up.

“ I have some sweatpants somewhere.” He disappears into his bedroom.

You frantically dig around in your bag for your phone and see that you still have no signal. You quickly swipe down and turn on the wifi.

You connect. Four beautiful bars decorate the top of the screen.

‘Mark won’t let me leave’

Quickly pressing the resend button, you furiously type out a second message.

‘At Mark’s. Need you.’

You press send before shoving the device back into your bag.

As you set your bag back down, Mark exits his bedroom, clutching a few clothes in his hands. Thankfully, his gaze was focused elsewhere and he didn’t notice you fiddling with your bag.

“I have these sweatpants, these should fit, and this hoodie was your favourite to steal, so I know it fits.” He walks over and places the clothes in your lap, over your clasped hands.

You mutter a ‘thank you’ before standing up and grabbing the clothes.

“Where are you going?” He questions, eyebrows raised.

Your mouth hangs open in hesitation before you speak.

“I-I’m going to get changed.” You stutter, holding the clothes close to your chest, as if they could provide you comfort. But they had no arms to wrap around you, the only thing that wrap around your shaking body was fear.

“You can get changed here. Not like I haven’t seen it all before.” He slightly smirks.

Gulping, you create some distance between the two of you. You slowly place the clothes on the arm of the sofa, then you reach behind you, trying to unzip your dress. Before your fingers could touch the cool metal zip, you feel him pressed up behind you. His hands brush your hair to one side.

“Let me help you.” He drags the zip down your back, allowing his fingers to skim over exposed skin. You shudder as he places his chapped lips on your back.

“Done.” He whispers.

You nod, trying to keep your body still, but you couldn’t help but shake out of fear.

He moves back to sit on the couch, leaning back with his legs spread. You focus your gaze on a spot on the wallpaper, as you let the dress fall to the floor. You feel his eyes zone in on your belly. You quickly grab the hoodie and toss it over. Your head, shoving your arms through the sleeves. You opt to sit down to put on the sweatpants, deciding it would be better not to bend over in front of him. You slide the sweatpants on, one leg at a time, pulling the stretchy waistband over your precious bump.

You pick up your dress and fold it, moving to place it in your handbag. Before you could do so, he snatches the dress from you, and walks over to the trashcan. He steps on the pedal and throws the floral clump of material in the metal can. The soft sound of the lid closing is all that you can hear.

You eye your bag, so desperate to check your phone to see if Jungkook was on his way to rescue you.

Mark turns away from the bin, you look at him immediately.

“No more of that. Only the best clothes for the mother of my child.” He sits down next to you, pulling you into him. Your body is tense as he tries to make you rest in the crook of his arm, he falls back on the plump couch.

“You know, my grandmother really adored you. She used to tell me how I should settle down with you.” He strokes your hair, fingers tangling in the curls that where becoming frizzy as he ran his fingers through them.

You knew he was very close with his grandmother, she basically raised him since he was 5 years old. Mark had a complicated relationship with his parents, he only saw them once a year. But his grandmother, he saw her every Sunday. If he could finish his work early enough, he would try his best to have dinner with her 3 times a week. When you dated, he introduced you to her, she was always very nice to you. Maybe she could talk some sense into him, there was no way that she would let him get away with this.

Slightly relaxing, to seem more believable.

“Maybe we should call her? She would like to hear that we’re back together, right?” You suggest.

His hand stops moving, his breath halts in his chest.

“She’s dead.”

You hold your breath.

“I’m so s-“ you start.

“She’s dead and I did nothing but disappoint her. I didn’t take school seriously, I didn’t get serious about my career until a year ago. I didn’t give her any grandchildren. And she’ll never see me do that.” He breathes out, leaning forward, to put his head in his hands.

You were scared but you could start to see what was happening, he was clearly having an extreme reaction to his grandmother passing, this was him dealing with grief. If he came to you beforehand, no matter how much hurt he had caused you before, you would’ve comforted him. He was someone you once cared deeply for. But now, you were being kept against your will, you didn’t have a lot of sympathy for him.

“But I can fix this. I got you back, you’re having my kid.” He says, lifting his head out of his hands to look at you. Tears decorated the rims of his eyes, tears threatening to fall.

You bring on hand up to rest on his shoulder, shaking, you rub circles into his back.

“I’m sure she was proud of you, no matter what. She loved you with her whole soul. With or without grandkids.” You lean forward, your face level with his, hoping that your words would bring him to his senses.

He looks at you briefly before quickly wiping his tears.

“Let me make you some dinner. You still like Mac and cheese, right?” He stands up, ripping his tie off of his neck, unbuttoning a few buttons.

He doesn’t wait for you to reply, before heading to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Unfortunately he lived in a open plan apartment, so he could keep an eye on you from the kitchen, there was no way you could check your phone without him seeing.

“Turn on the TV. Put on one of those shitty comedy shows you like to watch so much.” He remarks, reaching up in the cupboard to pull out a pot.

You scoff to yourself, he was having a literal mental breakdown and he had the audacity to criticise your choice in TV.

You search in the couch for the remote, where it usually was when you dated him. Along side the remote, you saw his car-keys with a little key fob attached. ‘Wifi-jammer’ was engraved into the side. It all clicks, it must’ve been turned on when you were in the car. You quickly turn the tv on, finding Netflix and choosing some cheesy comedy. You quietly shove the car keys back between the cracks of the sofa.

Suddenly, your phone starts to ring, the vibration pushing through your bag, getting louder as it buzzes against the smooth leather of the couch.

Before you had the chance to reach into your bag, Mark runs across the room and snatches your bag up. You watch as his hands rummage through your tote and pulls out your phone case, the dangling charms almost mocking you with how freely they swing, reaffirming that you were trapped.

“He must be wondering where you are.” He chuckles, before turning off the device and tucking it into his back pocket.

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, you were scared. Scared for you, scared for your baby.

Mark looks at you, eyes softening. His rough hand comes up to stroke your cheek. He presses his lips to yours. You don’t react. Lips closed tightly as he pecks your lips two times before returning to the kitchen. You bring your legs up under you as cower on the couch.

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Jungkook presses your contact once more as it goes straight to voicemail. He tries his best to keep focused as he presses his foot down on the gas. He didn’t know where Mark lived, so he had to ask the one person, besides you, who would know. Hyejin.

He had to go to her house first, considering she blocked him on everything, this was the only way he could get ahold of her.

He pulls up outside her building, parking crooked, leaving his lights on.

He dashes inside, bypassing the doorman, who greeted him in shock as he watched the young man call of the elevators. Jungkook waits, running his hands through his hair, biting his lip piercing.

The elevator arrives, and he frantically presses the number he needed before repeatedly pressing the close door button.

He arrives to Hyejin’s floor, running to her door. He presses the doorbell and bangs on the door, hoping she’d come quickly.

The door doesn’t open but Hyejin’s voice comes out off the doorbell’s speaker.

“What do you want?” She says, her tone full of boredom.

“I need Mark’s address.” He stares at the door.

She snorts.

“Why? You wanna beat him up?”

He groans in frustration.

“Hyejin, I don’t have time for this! He literally kidnapped my girlfriend.”

The door opens.

“What?” She says in shock, her eyes opening wide.

“I don’t have time to explain, I don’t even know how to explain. Just give me the address, please.”

She stares at him, arms folded.

“Why should I believe you? What if you’re just having a breakdown because your girlfriend left you?”

Jungkook drops to his knees and brings his hands up to press the together.

“I’m begging you. I don’t think she’s safe.”

Hyejin’s heart softens at the sight of her ex-boyfriend on the floor.

She gestures for him to get up.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, her thumb moves a few times.

“I unblocked you and sent you the address.” She shuts the door. Leaning against the cold wood, a few tears escape her eye. She wonders if Jungkook would ever fight for her like he was fighting for you. If he felt anything for her at all?

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Jungkook takes the stairs and runs to his car. He clicks the address that was ent to him and lets his phone guide him to Mark’s apartment building.

He parks on the side of the road, his car up on the curb. He hears the parking attendant shouting at him as he runs inside the building. He calls the elevator, checking his phone as he presses the right number.

It feels like an hour before he gets to the floor, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He comes up to Mark’s door, he can hear the TV from outside, and the smell of food seeps through the door.

He rings the doorbell and hides from the camera’s view.

“I ordered some stuff for the nursery, it must’ve arrived.” He hears a deep voice say, before the door opens.

He moves quickly and pushes Mark and makes his way into the apartment. Scanning the room, he sees you seated at the dining table, eyes red from tears.

He rushes towards you, arms encasing you. You sob as you wrap your arms around him.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He pulls back slightly, to give you the once over.

You shake your head.

“Let’s go.” Jungkook pulls you up, your hand in his.

As soon as you walk away from the table, Mark is standing there with a knife in his hand.

“You’re not taking her anywhere.”

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Another update, sorry its so short :(

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No Such Thing: Masterlist

Summary: After a messy breakup and an even messier night out , you find an unlikely friend in your coworker’s ex boyfriend. A messy beginning and an even messier middle, who knows about the end.

Chapter One: 01

Chapter Two: 02 - Contains smut

Chapter Three: 03 - Contains smut

Chapter Four: 04

Chapter Five: 05

Chapter Six: 06

Chapter Seven: 07 - Contains smut

Chapter Eight: 08

Chapter Nine: 09 *posted 5/1*

Drabbles:

I can & I will

Disconnect

Neighbours know my name (unrelated)

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No Such Thing | Ch 8

01 | 02| 03| 04| 05| 06 |07| 08 |09

Drabbles:

I can & I will

Disconnect

Neighbours know my name

Summary: angst!! Things are getting dark

Warnings: This chapter heavily features emotional abuse

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Jungkook had convinced you to join him and his friends for their usual bi-monthly brunch. He wanted you to meet all of his friends, you were the live of his life and the mother of his unborn child. He wanted to show you anthem that you were permanent thing in his life.

At first you were reluctant, worried that they wouldn’t accept you, considering you were just some girl that he had accidentally impregnated and that they were all friends with Hyejin. They had only known Jungkook and Hyejin together, you heard the stories of group trips and fun nights in bars. And now you were parasite trying to work your way into their close knit group.

Jungkook held your hand as guided you into the restaurant. He spotted his friends from across the room and made his way through the crowded restaurant, with you in tow.

“Hey guys, sorry we’re late, it was hard to find a parking space.” He says, as he greets his friends. The guys standing up to give him a brief hug, the ladies sitting in there seats as Jungkook’s presses a kiss on each of their cheeks.

You awkwardly wave from behind him. Ever the gentleman, he pulls out your chair and waits for you to sit down before pushing you in. He takes his place at the table next to you.

“So what do you do for work?” The question came flying from your left side, leaving the dark haired woman’s glossy lips like a bullet.

Jungkook wraps his arm around you, furrowing his eyebrows his friend.

“We just sat down, shouldn’t we order first? Gotta make sure that mama and baby are fed.” He says in a joking manner trying to brighten the heavy mood that fallen upon the table.

You squirm in your seat as you feel all the eyes around the table fall on to your growing bump.

Instinctively, you cover your stomach with your hands.

“Yeah, how could we forget?” Another woman retorts, sarcastically.

The only friendly faces that you could see were Namjoon’s and his lovely girlfriend, as they offered you sympathetic smiles from the opposite end of the table.

The whole table completes their order and engages in small talk as you wait for the food to arrive. Once the food arrives, the small talk continues as you all eat. You enjoy seeing Jungkook around his friends, you didn’t want him ti isolate himself because of you, you knew he out a lot of energy and effort into your relationship. You laugh as Jungkook and Jin bicker. The men of the group were more welcoming than the women. You could understand, they were friends with Hyejin, who was more than convinced that you had stolen two men from her. It was more than understandable that they weren’t the biggest fans of you.

But sitting at the table with them made you feel like you were back in high school, like you were friends with one of the popular kids who invited you to sit at their table at lunch. In this case, the popular kid being your boyfriend. And the rest of their friends didn’t make you feel welcome, trying to exclude you every time you spoke. Giving their answers to the rest of the group, instead of you who posed a topic in the first place.

As the meal went on, it was getting harder and harder to be understanding, it was increasingly harder to not let your feelings get hurt. You were doing a pretty good job at keeping your emotions hidden until the leader of the girls beckoned a waiter over.

“Would you mind taking picture of us?” She hands him her phone.

She quickly asks the waiter to hold off, she slowly looks at you, fake smile already plastered on her perfectly painted face.

“Would you mind standing on the side? I just want a picture with my friends, plus we don’t know how long you’ll be in Jungkook’s life, or our lives, so…” She trails off.

You take a sharp breath in, the remark deeply wounding you. Before Jungkook could get his arms around you or say anything in response, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Tears threatening to fall down your cheeks, you quickly walk into the ladies bathroom and let a few tears out.

It too everything in you to come back out, but you thought about Jungkook, you were doing this for him. You knew that if you spent anymore time hauled up in the bathroom, he would come to get you.

Wiping your tears, taking a deep breath, you head over to the table. You stop in your tracks as you hear the conversation increase in volume, each of the women at the table firing retorts at Jungkook.

“Its true! You and Hyejin always do this, break up, only to get back together a month later. So it’s true, we don’t know how long she’ll be here.”

Jungkook looks at his ‘friends’ in disbelief.

“Well, I’m your friend and when I tell you that I love this woman and I want to spend the rest of my life with her, you’re suppose to believe me.”

He looks at Namjoon and Stephanie for support.

“We do believe you.” They say in unison, offering looks of sympathy.

You edge closer to the table, but don’t quite make it.

“Well we booked our ski trip earlier this year, and Hyejin is coming. No matter how much you claim to be in love with her, we won’t change our minds. We don’t want add a overly sensitive crybaby and a literal baby to our group trips.” She looks at you, eyes resting on your bump, a sly smile resting on her lips.

The whole table falls silent as you run to grab your bag and rush out the restaurant, ignoring Jungkook as he calls out after you.

Standing on the curb outside the establishment, you attempt to order a taxi.

The door of the restaurant swings open and Jungkook is at your side, pulling you into his chest. You let go and cry into his shirt.

“I’m so sorry about them. But please believe me when I say that I love you and I am never ever going to leave you unless you want me to. And even then, I will never leave with a fight. I will never get back in that toxic relationship with my ex. You are my right now and future, my forever.”

He hugs you tightly, slightly rocking you in his arms, making you feel like more of the crybaby you were accused of being.

But despite everything, you believe him, you had gone through too much emotional turmoil with him to give up now. You sniffle and pull back from the hug, quickly pecking his lips.

“It’s okay Jungkook. Just go and talk to them. Nothing is changing with us. I love you and sure, I’m hurt by their words but I have other things to be focusing on. This baby. You. Us. I’m gonna call a taxi and head home. Come over when you’re done. I’ll call you as soon as I get home. ” You kiss his cheek and push him the direction of the door.

“Wait, come here.” He turns around and pulls you into him, kissing you gently, wrapping his arms around you.

You smile and hug him back tightly.

“You’re amazing.” He whispers into your ear.

You giggle.

“Those girls are her friends not mine, its okay.” You pull away.

He kisses you deeply before going back into the restaurant.

You try to order a taxi, to no avail. You press the call button over and over to only be rejected by every driver. You sigh and open the map to locate your nearest bus stop.

Suddenly you hear the rumble of an engine. You look up to see a car pull up in front of you. Wearingly, you back away from the curb. The window of the car slowly comes down and you met with the sight of your ex-boyfriend.

“Where are you heading?” He shouts from his window.

You ignore him.

“I honestly regret the way things ended between us. I hope we can be friends at least. Let me give you a ride.” He gestures towards the passenger side.

He seemed sincere, there was no reason for him to lie, right? It had been months since you two had broken up. Weeks since he found out that the baby wasn’t his, after assuming it was. He didn’t seem angry when you told him, he nodded and bid you a quiet farewell. There was non animosity between the two of you, plus no taxis where accepting you as a ride on the app. So u=it would be convenient to get in the car.

“Thank you.” You say before getting into the car, placing your bag on your lap.

You feel his eyes on you as you shut the door and buckle your seat belt. You slowly turn your head towards him and offer him an awkward smile. He returns an smile back, but it does quite reach his eyes. Then you take time to look at his eyes. Really look at his eyes. They were tired, heavy with bags and dark circles. The whites of his eyes tangled with red vines, as if he hadn’t slept in days, or as if he had been crying. You were second guessing your decision to get in the car. A part of you wanted to ask about his wellbeing, but as soon as he notices your hesitance, he rips his gaze away from yours and starts the car. He pulls away from the curb.

As the car moves steadily down the road, you pull out your phone to send a text to Jungkook.

You: I bumped into Mark and he’s giving me a ride home.

I’ll call you when I get in.

You watch as the blue line at the top of the screen struggle to meet the other side. A glaring red exclamation point appears next to the blue bubble. Without too much thought, you press the exclamation point once more and lock your phone, your eyes now focusing on the road.

Looking around, you realise that you were headed in the wrong direction. Glancing at Mark , you see him driving with such determination. Unlocking your phone once more.

Um… Mark, you missed the exit. I live that way, remember?” You look at him as he focuses on the road.

You tap the bright red exclamation mark next to the unsent message to Jungkook. Glancing to the top of your screen you see that you didn’t have any signal.

As you read the words of your message over and over again, the less you were believing them.

“I’m not taking you home. You’re not safe there.”

You look at him in shock, hardly believing the words that came so easily out of his mouth. It was as if you were really seeing him for the first time since getting in the car. Your eyes trail over his body, hunched over in the driver’s seat, hands tightly gripping the wheel. His usually perfectly styled hair was messy. He was dressed in a suit, one that he would wear to work. But it was Sunday. It was crumpled like he had been wearing it since Friday. His tie was loose, the pointed end resting in his lap. He didn’t smell like alcohol, he hadn’t been drinking. But his eyes were heavy with dark bags. The lack of sleep was painted all over his face like a picture hung up in an gallery, titled ‘Insomnia’.

“W-what do you mean?” You splutter, fingers tightly wound around your phone. Your arms, holding your bag, that was placed on your lap, closer to your body. Once again, you frantically press the glaring red exclamation mark that taunted you. Once again, it failed to send. Biting back tears, you take a deep breath.

“Mark.” You say, looking at him.

He doesn’t turn to look at you, he keeps his eyes on the road, occasionally, shifting his glare from the wing mirrors to the rearview mirror.

“It’s not safe.” He starts.

“Your house is not safe for you or the baby. He could find you there. Make you cry again. You know stress is not good for the baby.” He takes one hand off the steering wheel to run it through his tangled locks.

“It’s not good, it not good at all. It could make you miscarry. We don’t want that.”

You feel the car come to a stop, as it stops at a red light.

“You’re scaring me.” You say, eying the door, assessing your means for escape.

Mark ignores your comment, sighing, he turns on the radio.

The gentle acoustic music plays throughout the car, loud enough to drown out the sounds of your heavy breathing but not loud enough to drown out the sounds of the buzzing traffic that surrounded the car.

“Do you remember this song?” Mark asks, a slight smile resting on his now noticeably dry lips.

You shake your head and reply quietly.

“No.”

He chuckles.

“This song was playing when I broke up with you. You turned on some shitty radio station as you got ready for our date. You almost didn’t hear me when I told you that I didn’t want to be with you anymore.” He pauses, you could almost see the memory playing back in his head.

Your heart feels like its going to burst out of your chest, the way it was beating. You could hear the sound of it beating loudly in your ears, if it beat any faster, it would drown out the sound of rumbling engine.

“Most breakups are sad and nothing good comes of them, but not ours.”

He takes one hand off of the steering wheel and rests it on your slightly protruding stomach.

“This baby. Your newly found maturity. Our breakup did this. Our time apart gave you space to get ready for our new life. You were looking for houses with him, right? I saw you two near my g-grandma’s house. At the realtors office. You must’ve gotten family insurance too right?”

You freeze as he caresses your bump through the sheer material of your dress.

“I broke up with you because I thought that you weren’t ready for this. Ready for life, you weren’t mature enough. Especially with those little friends of yours.” He sighs deeply, hand still on your belly.

He continues,

“All you needed was a little push. You were more than ready. You already had the qualities of a good mother. You’re so caring. You lied to me that day, telling me that this baby, our baby wasn’t mine. So sweet. Not wanting me to worry.” He takes his hand away from your bump, only to move it up to your cheek, stroking your cheek and then tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The light turns green. Turning away from you he steps on the gas. Too frightened to confront him, scream at him, tell him that your baby wasn’t his, that there was no way it could be his. You were happy it wasn’t, happier that it was Jungkook’s. You were happy he broke up with you, because you met someone amazing. Someone who you wanted to be next to at the moment. But you needed to protect yourself, to protect your baby.

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Jungkook sat back in his seat and angrily reprimanded his ‘friends’. He got increasingly angry as his ex’s friends casually sipped wine as they told him that they meant everything they said. Only his friends seemed apologetic and regretful.

He lengthy discussion about boundaries and how he was going to need sometime to rethink who he called his friends. Telling them, if he had to pick between them and you, he would pick you every time.

He looked at his phone, expecting to see a text or to see your caller id on his screen, but there were no notifications from you. 20 minutes had passed, you should’ve been home by now.

Jungkook had called your phone more than 30 times, but no answer. He had called Sara to see if she had heard from you but she hadn’t. His ‘friends’ watched as he panicked and contacted everyone he could think of. Your work friends, your gym buddies, to no avail. Namjoon tried his best to calm him down, only to be brushed off. Jungkook snaps.

“I never want to see or talk to any of you guys again after today. I’ve always been supportive of you no matter what. Do you think all of us liked all of you initially? We all gave each other a chance. You didn’t even like Hyejin at first. And she was didn’t even try to meet you guys. But the one time I bring someone I truly care about. Who I want to spend the rest of my life with. The woman who is carrying my child. I-She didn’t even do or say anything. You just don’t want to change your vacation plans. Well good news. You don’t have to. “ he rants as he scrolls through his contacts. A number he hadn’t thought about since that shoddy double date all those months ago.

Last resort.

‘Mark’

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Sorry for the delay and that its a short chapter, but I hope you enjoy!

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Neighbours Know My Name

Jungkook x reader

Summary: He's just a friend of friend, right?

Contains: Infidelity, Sexual content, Mature language

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“This is the last time. “ you moan before his lips briefly capture yours.

He pulls away with a sickening smirk plastered across his face. You were annoyed at how good he looked right now.

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He turned up to your regularly scheduled group dinner, dressed in all black, his newly grown hair, cascading around his face and he brushed it back.

When you first met him, he was nothing but a friend of a friend.

Jimin introduced him to the group.

“This is Jungkook. He’s basically my little brother.”

"I'm taller than you." The taller man remarks.

You watch as the older man pulls ‘jungkook’ down to his level and ruffles his hair.

“Yah!” Jungkook exclaims, pulling away.

You pointed out the two free seats, and that was the first mistake. Jimin sits next to his girlfriend at the far end of the table. Whilst jungkook was left sitting in the empty seat next to you. He settles into the group effortlessly, easing into the conversation, cracking a few jokes, making the whole table erupt in laughter. Naturally, the table breaks into to smaller conversations, you take the opportunity to learn more about the handsome stranger. He recently moved out from his parents’ house, Jimin and his girlfriend took a big step and moved in together, Jimin made a deal with his landlord, he had to find a new tenant for the apartment, so he could get his deposit back, as he was moving out before the lease was up. He offered the apartment to Jungkook who was looking for a place to live.

Jungkook was friendly and flirty, he almost made you forget that you were in a relationship. Well, you couldn’t really forget, but it wasn’t helped by the fact that your boyfriend decided to ditch you for the 5th time in a row.

By the end of the night, everyone was warm and full of wine, Janelle, Jimin’s girlfriend was cuddled up under his arm, her eyes hazy from the sweet mist of the wine she had been nursing all weekend.

All the other couples around the table, mirrored the ‘IT’ couple of the group, all wrapped up together, covered in a thick blanket of romance, sharing a few kisses and whispering sweet nothings (and other things) to each other. You and Jungkook are the only ones who aren’t coupled up, seated a few inches apart. But he is close enough for you to be entranced by his cologne, for you to feel the heat radiate from his body. You stare at his hand resting on his thigh, maybe it was the wine coursing through your system or maybe it was the fact that you hadn't been intimate with your boyfriend in a while. But you were having impure thoughts about that hand, wishing it was on your thigh instead, slowly inching up your skirt. Your train of thought is interrupted by your close friend, Helen.

“Jonathan, couldn’t be bothered to join us tonight ?” She asks sarcastically, snuggled up under the arm of her boyfriend of 2 years.

Your boyfriend, Jonathan, wasn’t popular with your group of friends, he had only joined in group activities a handful of times and at the times, he had been antisocial and made the two of you eave early.

“No, he did some time overtime tonight, he would’ve been too tired to join us after.” You take a large swig of your wine.

You hated feeling like the pity party of the group, the only one who was left out of couple trips and planned outings. It didn’t affect you before, you didn’t mind tagging along, being the only single person, as you got along well with everyone, and everyone was very respectful in terms of flaunting their relationship. But you were in a relationship, and now you were the only one without your partner.

Your eyes focus on your glass, you can feel eyes on you, looking at you with pity. They felt bad for you, but you didn’t want to hear it, everything they were thinking, you had already thought a hundred times over.

Then you feel a warm feeling on hand, just for a second. Jungkook had squeezed your hand, offering you a quick smile and a comforting touch.

He was shocked to hear that you had a boyfriend, and even more shocked to hear that your ‘boyfriend’ treated you so badly. He had only heard a snippet about your relationship, but from your reaction, he could tell that that wasn’t even the half of it. How could someone who looked like you, had your personality, be treated so badly, be so neglected?

He must admit, when he heard that you were in a relationship, he was bummed. You both got along so well throughout the evening. And he must admit, he found you attractive, from the first moment he saw you. The whisky he had ordered was running rampant through his blood, if he remained unaware, he would’ve had enough liquid courage to ask you out on a date at the end of the night. Or if he ordered another glass of the silky brown fuel, he would’ve made a move. A way from everyone else. Maybe he would’ve offered to walk you to the station, or wait with you for a taxi.

And that’s what he did, he ended up waiting with you for a taxi. But the evening took a twist. He got in the taxi with you. As you offered him a nightcap. You told him that you weren’t ready for the night to end yet, your boyfriend had gone to sleep and you didn’t have any to call to keep you entertained once you got home. There was a certain tone of voice you had when you said ‘entertained’. It was a tone of voice that you shouldn’t’ve had, not as a woman in a relationship.

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That’s how you ended up here, on your back in the back of his car, thankful for his tinted windows and the privacy of your building’s parking lot. You came down to tell him that you couldn’t see each other anymore, that you were doing something bad. Well, you were. You were the one in the relationship, Jungkook, was the single one. He wasn’t doing anything wrong. You were the one who was unfaithful. Sneaking around in the middle of the night… and day.

It had started with you leaning through his rolled down window, hair hanging over your shoulder, dangling in his car. And that’s how he got you. He switches off his engine, his hand reaches out of the window and brushes the hair out of your face, his fingertips, dancing along the soft apple of your cheek.

You melt under his touch.

“Y-you can’t come up.” You choke, moving back.

He pouts, look up at you from the low seat of his fancy car. His big brown eyes looking up at you.

“Why not?” He asks.

He wasn’t one of those playboys who just took advantage of lonely woman. He genuinely cared about you and had feelings for you, but he couldn’t be too open about that. Anytime he even got close to being frank with you about it, you pushed him away, like you were doing now. Cutting off all intimacy. That’s why you were talking to him through his car window. The last time you were together, you were both lying there, basking in the afterglow of great, no, mind-blowing sex. He was staring down at you as you lay in his arms. His eyes scanned over your gorgeous face. Without thinking, he let it slip.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

And you shot up, almost head butting him in the chin, with the quickness of your movements.

He shakes the memory from his head.

“You know why.” You whine, wrapping your cardigan tightly around your body.

He unbuckles his seatbelt, pushes the button that operates the engine and steps out of the car. He closes the door.

He moves closer to you.

“I don’t know why. I just came to see my friend, so we can watch the new season of ‘you’ together. If you don’t want to do anything, then we won’t. You know I’m not like that. I would never do anything to hurt you. I care about you-r, I care about your incapability to stay away from spoilers.” He briefly touches your shoulder.

Just as you were about to speak a car pulls into the parking garage, you turn to look at it, your eyes grow double the size. You scramble to open the back door of car and pull him in as you duck in the back. You close the door and you pull him down on top of you.

“What? What happened?” He asks frantically.

Your heart beats at a thousand miles per hour.

“I just saw Jonathon. I-I told him that I wasn’t home, why is he here?” Oh my God

! I can’t go back up there. He knows the passcode. I left a half eaten cookie on the counter, I think my coffee is still hot! Why would h-.”

Jungkook presses his lips to yours. To calm you down, but mostly because he wanted to, you were under him, face so close to his.

His hands flick your cardigan open and rest on your waist. He feels you relax and kiss him back. Your lips hadn’t met his for only one week but it felt like an eternity, he finally felt like he could breathe. You wrap your arms around his neck, hands running up to his neck, fingers dancing along the nape of his neck, flirting with the long hair at the back of his head. Your tongue comes out to dip into his mouth, briefly swiping along his bottom lip, teasing his lip ring. The same lip ring that made you feel things you know you shouldn’t be feeling for another man, another that wasn’t your boyfriend. You let your legs fall open, letting him get comfortable between them. His hands travel from your waist up to your breasts, gently caressing them, before squeezing them. The softness in his hands makes him moan in your mouth. His delectable moan wakes you up from the trance you were currently in, you slowly pull away from this kiss.

“W-we shouldn’t.” You breathe out, trying to steady your breath. It was a near impossible task, as you feel his fingers dance along the waist band of your shorts.

Jungkook doesn’t speak, he uses his lips for something else, he places soft, wet kiss down the length of your neck. His lips meet your collarbone, he was so close to your chest. It was stupid idea to go and talk to him wearing a tank top.

“Jungkook.” You say his name, but it comes out as moan.

“Jonathon.” You say.

Jungkook stops in his tracks. Jungkook liked to trick himself, that you weren’t in a relationship, that he wasn’t ‘the other guy’. When he was with you, it felt like you were all his, and he was all yours. But then there were moments when reality hit him like a truck, when you said your boyfriend’s name or when came face to face with him. And he had to act like he was less then a close friend. Because if your boyfriend even saw you together, heard the way you guys spoke to each other, he would know how Jungkook felt about you, and how Jungkook thinks you feel about him.

“What about him?” Jungkook grits his teeth, moving his hands away from your body. He makes a point not to make eye contact with you.

You grab his chin and look him in the eye, making your heart beat that much faster.

“We have to wait until he leaves… Because if you fuck me while he’s here, he’ll definitely notice we’re in the car…” You kiss him again, slipping your tongue into his mouth.

You feel him twitch against your leg, you smirk into the kiss. You pull away again, making him chase your lips.

“Not that he knows what I really sound like when I’m being fucked right.”

Jungkook smirks, he couldn’t help it, he loved an ego boast, especially from a woman he had feelings for.

Jungkook rubs you through the thin fabric of your pyjama shorts, he feels the fabric become slick with your arousal.

“No panties?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“I was at home!” You exclaim.

He moves the shorts to the side to expose your core, he mutters under his breath, something in his native language. Hearing him speak Korean in his deep voice did something to you, a flush ran through your body.

He brings his middle finger and ring finger to your mouth.

“Suck.” He commands.

“We have to wait until he’s gone, I haven’t heard a car y-“ You begin to ramble.

“Suck. Or I won’t be so patient with you, and I won’t wait until he’s gone, he’ll hear us and so will the rest of this fucking apartment complex. So suck.” He looks at you with pure lust.

You open your mouth and his fingers make contact with your soft pink muscle. You tongue twirls around his digits, your saliva dripping down his tattooed fingers, making them glimmer. He moans as he pulls them in and out a couple of times before pulling them out completely.

His fingers drag your wetness up your slit to your button, rubbing a couple of times, he watches as your body twitches in pleasures. He slowly sinks his fingers into you, leaning back down to you, to place a kiss on your lips. He slowly fucks you with his fingers, coaxing moans out of you, that you try and keep hidden behind your bitten lip. But he wants to hear them. The back of the car is cramped, but he is making it work. He drops his head down to your chest sucking the skin ever so gently, becoming rough every few seconds.

His fingers slow and then take a deep plunge into you, curling in as they do. Hitting your g-spot. You gasp in pleasure, your mouth falling open, breath stuttering at the over intense feeling of pleasure.

“I’m g-gonna cum.” You choke out, lips tracing his ear.

He brings his lips to yours, needing to feel your lips on his as you came.

“Cum.” He commands, moving his fingers teasing your clit with his thumb, stimulating you inside with his godlike fingers.

“Only I can make you feel like this. Only I get to see you like this. Hear you like this.” His voice echoes in your ear, as your body trembles with pleasure.

You let out a low, breathy moan, feeling your release drip out of you and onto his fingers.

Your chest heaves from the energy consuming orgasm. He smoothly takes out his fingers and drags them up your slit, run them over your sensitive button, you close your legs around his body as he does. His hand rests on your waist.

You could feel him hard against you as rests between your legs.

“You’re so hard right now.” You practically moan, pushing your crotch up to meet his.

He groans and looks down, his long hair flopping over his eyes. Your hands run through his hair, wanting to see his eyes. You stare into the deep brown pools before kissing him.

“This is the last time.” You say before kissing him once again.

You wanted to mean it this time, you loved the way you felt when you were with Jungkook. But you hated the way you felt after, when it all sank in, you were unfaithful to your boyfriend. You had been for the past two months. Since the first night you had met Jungkook.

You push the thoughts to the back of your mind as Jungkook pushes into you. With every thrust, the negative thoughts fell out of your head, as you were being fucked dumb. Forgetting even asking Jungkook to wait. The car rocked with every thrust, your moans echoed throughout the parking lot.

You both finished quickly, happily satisfied. Jungkook pecked your forehead as he got off of you, tucking himself back in his jeans. He reaches into the middle console and grabs baby wipes, he wipes his release from your stomach, before pulling out a couple more wipes and cleaning you up.

You mutter a quick thank you, adjusting your shorts and tank top. Sitting up, you pull your cardigan up around your shoulders.

“I’ll see you at Hannah’s BBQ. Thanks for today.” You say, slipping out of his car.

Before he could say anything, you were already in the elevator. He sighs, getting out of the backseat. He approaches a trashcan, throwing away the crumpled remains of your dalliance. Hopping in the driver’s seat, pushes the button to start the car, buckles in and pulls away.

You could smell him all over you, all over your skin, all over your clothes. You wanted him. Not just sexually but in all ways. You were too much of a coward to break up with your boyfriend and take the plunge. What if it ended up the same way?

Your relationship with Jonathon didn’t always feel so bland, at first you found him sweet, and you looked forward to experiencing that sweetness every time you saw him. At first, you liked that he was dedicated to his work, you thought that it demonstrated commitment and investment in the future. But then the sweetness got boring, he was afraid to touch you, no matter how many time you had discussions, you were shy of communicating (well now it seemed like you were).

Now, the ‘commitment to work’, got in the way of personal time, he didn’t have time for you, he was always working. Even when he wasn’t at work, he was thinking about work. You just weren’t compatible, you needed to be an adult and talk to him about it. But you were reluctant to.

The elevator arrived at your floor. As you walk out, lost in thought, you slammed into someone.

“Honey?” The voice said.

You looked up.

“Jonathon.” You say, forcing a smile.

He was dressed in a suit, his tie loose around his neck.

He gave you a quick hug, pulling back to look at you.

“I thought you were out with friends?” He questions, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Jonathon had noticed that you had been distant. You hadn’t been replying to his texts as often, or picking up his calls. But when he did see you, you seemed… different. Almost happier until he tried to get closer to you, engage in conversation, thats when you shut down, becoming quiet.

“I felt sick, so I decided to stay in. I went to tell them I’m not up to it. They were waiting for me downstairs.” It was almost unsettling how the lie fell out of your mouth.

He takes your hand in his, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

“Aw sweetie. Good thing I’m here. Sorry I’ve been so busy. I’ve taken the afternoon off so I can take good care of you.” He guides you to the front door of your apartment.

As you’re about to enter your passcode into your door, fingers trembling, as Jonathon wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You hope he can not smell Jungkook’s cologne on you, or the smell of sex seeping out of your pores.

Suddenly, your neighbour comes out of their apartment.

“Hey Julie!” You greet her.

She looks upon you and the man wrapped around you.

“To be young and in love.” She sighs.

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“You’re 25.”

She laughs with you.

“Yeah but I’m not getting it like you.”

She gesture at you as Jonathon pecks your cheek.

“All my dates end in less than satisfactory ‘activities’. I bet you don’t know the name of my dates.”She crosses her arms and leans against the wall between your two doors.

You freeze.

“So this is the awfully skilled Jungkook. I owe you a round of applause sir. You have her screaming all hours of the day.”

Jonathon arms drops from your waist, he stands up and approaches Julie.

“Jonathon.” He says to her.

“Jungkook? The walls aren’t that thick.” She peers over his to see you shaking your head fiercely.

She gulps.

“Well, I’ve got to go. It was nice meeting you.” She says before running, taking the stairs, rather than waiting for the elevator.

Jonathan turns to you.

“Who the fuck is Jungkook?”

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the art of trying | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, angst

>>word count: 29.3k 😁

>>warnings: dom jk, sub oc, age gap, oc club era 🪩🥂, oc heart to heart with…, enter mr park seojoon !!, budding friendships 🥰, mending of relationships, enter dilf !!, reconciliation finally, but still we yearn, and jk is still a little stewpid, however!! he is doing his best!!, mostly oc pov i think, warning for a little bit of sad bc she is sad !!, but not too sad 😼, enter jock !!, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank u, etc., fore play in the form of a lil dry humping 🫶🏻, finishes (multiple),, oral (m & f), dirty talk, lovesick gross smitteness 👎🏻, jreampie 👍🏻, and finally, enter nari !! (🧋)

>>notes: finally am i right 🤣

this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist

>>summary: you’re trying to forget jungkook, but he’s trying to make sure you remember why you shouldn’t.

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Disconnect: No Such Thing Drabble

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Summary:

After you and Jungkook sleep together for the first time, you have been avoiding him like the plague. You had been doing a pretty good job until you see him in a bar. Both of you have been having a hard time dealing with coming to terms with the possible end of your friendship (?). Jungkook is trying to let you ignore him until his friend tries to take you home.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

Drabbles: I can & I will | Disconnect

“Isn’t that Jungkook?” Sara shouts ,pointing him out, before downing her shot.

Your heart your stops briefly, before matching the beat of the loud music. Thumping against your rib cage.

Your eyes search for him in the crowd of people, and then you see him. He was a group of people, dressed in black, his tattooed arm on show, looking like a walking art gallery. His lip glinting in the gleaming club lights as he threw his head back as he laughed. In his hand was a cup of what looked like beer. It was clear that the alcohol had already worked its magic, as he danced to music.

“Yeah, it is.” You yell back.

You couldn’t help but stare, your eyes were stuck on him now that you saw him. It felt like the rest world had gone dark and all you could see was him.

You were buzzed, but seeing him sobered you right up. The sight of him knocked the three tequila shots out of your system. You hadn’t seen him since you fucked on your couch, three weeks ago. Your eyes trail his body, you could still feel his breath on your neck. The hand that was wrapped around his cup gripped your waist. The other hand that ran through his hair, held your neck lovingly. Or lust disguised as love. His teeth tease his piercing as he listens to his friend talk. You shiver as you remember how the cold metal felt against your neck. You suddenly feel flushed, in an attempt to cool down you grab your cocktail off of the table and chug it.

“Are you okay?” Sara asks, dancing, pulling you into her, encouraging you to dance.

You nod.

In an instant the three tequila shots and your cocktail takes effect. You want to shake the feeling off. You want to forget the dalliance with Jungkook. You were just friends by hats all you were. Friends who had made a mistake. It only happened because you both were feeling lonely, right? That’s all it was. And you both were drinking wine, and it was late at night. He had probably forgotten all about it. So you should too. That was the whole point of tonight. You were going out to have fun, to flirt, to meet guys. As you over your body to the music, your eyes wonder over to him once again, he was talking to a woman. She had bleach blonde hair, that was effortlessly curled. He dress hugged every single curve just right. She looked gorgeous, from what you could see. He leans in to hear her voice better. As he does, his eyes adorn his lovable smile lines. His white teeth reflect the multi coloured lights of the club. She brings her manicured hand up and places it on his chest in jest. You frown.

Sara follows your gaze. She she gently pulls your hair to get your attention.

“You’re way hotter than her.” She yells in your ear, continuously moving to the music.

You offer her a pitiful smile. Your chest tightened as you watched on further, they stayed in close proximity as their conversation went on. Only parting to lubricate their drying throats.

You didn’t want to see anymore. Sara didn’t want you to see anymore, she had ordered more shots and encouraged you to chuck down with her. You wince as the liquid burns your insides, like a fire quickly spreading through dry shrubbery.

Your eyes couldn’t help but find in him in the crowd. You tried to distract yourself by dancing or featuring in Sara’s instagram stories. You admitted you looked good. Your hair turned out great, the dress you ordered looked exactly like it did on the model. And your makeup stayed fresh throughout the night. You looked great but the inside didn’t match the outside.

Sara did her best to pull your attention, hyping your dance moves up , taking pictures of you, advising you of the best angles. But , as usual, she got too wasted and she ended up calling her boyfriend to join in on the fun. Once he arrived, even though she didn’t mean anything by it, all her attention was on him. Making out in the middle of the dance floor.

Jungkook leans on the bar as he orders another beer. He needed another one if he was going to stay out for another hour. His friends dragged him out. He had rejected their invites for the longest time, but he couldn’t when they turned up at his front door, bottle of vodka in hand, ready to paint the town red.

He had locked himself inside his apartment, sulking about you for weeks. You had been avoiding him. Sure you replied to his messages, but it wasn’t the same as before. He was devastated at the thought that he did something to upset you so badly. That you didn’t want what happen to happen but felt mutual at the time. He was ready to start something with you. You had been friends for a while, well not a while. But you had been friends. So if feelings, romantic feelings, sexual feelings, developed. He would’ve been okay with exploring them with you.

But you were scared or something. You couldn’t even look him in the eye. He missed you. His thoughts were interrupted by the bartender handing him the chilled bottle. He nods and flashes a curt grin.

He attempts to resume his conversation with Stephanie, Namjoon’s girlfriend, a good friend of his. Namjoon had some sort of lecture he wanted to attend early in the morning, so he opted out of the impromptu night out. He knew if he was seen talking to a conventionally attractive person, woman would be discouraged from approaching him. It sounded childish but if it wasn’t you talking to him, he didn’t want to be bothered.

He dragged his feet as he pushed through the people standing around the bar, hoping to get the attention of the bartender. He rolls his eyes as he walks past the plethora of guys standing in a line , leaning against the wall, gathering up the courage to speak to women who were clearly weren’t interested.

Sighing, he joins his group of friends who welcome him with smiles. Taehyung , the friend who had organised this night out, wraps his long arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, jostling him slightly, his beer splashing on the tip of his boot. He was drunk but not the type of drunk where you find everything funny, maybe because his mood was already sour. The alcohol just amplified it.

“If you’re not gonna talk to any women or let any women talk to you , I’m gonna have my fun. You see that stunner over there?” Taehyung drunkenly throws his finger forward. Jungkook follows his friend’s long finger, squinting to focus.

His eyes land on a couple aggressively groping each other against the dj booth. He knew Taehyung was sexually liberal but to openly admit that he was going to approach a couple in hopes of some sort of sexual entanglement was completely out of character.

“The couple?” Jungkook questions, slightly stumbling over his words, struggling to keep his balance as Taehyung hangs off of his frame.

“No! The pretty little thing in the black dress.” He grabs Jungkook’s face with his large hand, squishing his cheeks. He directs his head in the right direction.

“Her.” Taehyung says, letting go of his face, taking a swig of his beer.

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat when his eyes land on you. You’re talking to Sara who managed to detach herself from her boyfriend to engage in conversation. It was the first time he was seeing you in person since the rendezvous in your apartment. Since he told you that he liked you more than a friend. Since you rejected him, told him that you didn’t feel the same. Even though your actions didn’t match the words that had tumbled out of swollen lips that had previously been locked with his.

He caught himself as his gaze dropped to your lips, coated perfectly in lipgloss, plump, so kissable. The dress that you had chosen for the evening clung to every curve, long-sleeved, cutout in all the right places, your waist, and above your cleavage. It was short, if you were to bend over, it wouldn’t leave much work for the imagination. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat as his eyes scan your body, gaze falling onto your long legs. Eventually settling on your feet, which adorned heels, making your legs look 6ft long.

Jungkook’s gawking is interrupted by a sharp jab of an elbow to his ribs. His beer sloshing onto his boots once more.

“Dibs. I saw her first.” Taehyung says.

Before Jungkook could look up from his wet feet, Taehyung had already b-lined his way to you.

He watches from afar as Sara gives you a look. A look that says ‘you go girl’, before dragging her boyfriend away and leaving you alone with Taehyung. Well as alone as you could be in a bar. Sara sits in the booth and tries to look as if she’s not watching Taehyung’s every move.

He watches as Taehyung places his beer on the table and extends his hand. You look up at Taehyung, wide eyed. You flutter your lashes. You were hooked, you were attracted to him. He could tell by the way you looked up, the way you stuck out your chest. The slight smirk on your lips. Jungkook feels his heart start to fracture.

You reach out your hand to grab Taehyung’s and Jungkook knew his friend. He knew it wasn’t going to be a simple handshake. Taehyung was too smooth for that. He watches on as his friend cages you in, resting one hand on the wall beside your head and bring your interlocked hands to his mouth, pressing his lips to your skin. The bar was dimly lit, but he knew that if there was better lighting, he’d see that expression he loved so much, where you caught your bottom lip in your teeth to try and hide your beaming smile. You confessed that you thought you looked like a child when you smiled like that.

Stephanie came up next to him, touching his shoulder, pulling his gaze away from you.

“What are you staring at? Why is there a puddle at your feet ?” She asks.

She gasps and gets closer.

“Did you pee yourself?”

Jungkook smiles and shakes his head.

“No, I spilt my beer.” He steps out of the puddle that had started to become sticky.

Stephanie looked over to where Jungkook had been staring and she saw you. The object of his affection. She hadn’t met you, but she had seen about a thousand pictures of you. Well not thousands, but she could recognise your face from the countless times you had appeared in Jungkook’s instagram stories. Or when she had walked passed you when you had been leaving his apartment. Or more recently, when he had been moping over silly picture you had taken together when you took an impromptu road trip to Gangwondo.

“Is that…?”

“Yup.” He cuts her off curtly before her ruby lips could even utter your name.

“… and T-“

“Yup. “ He takes a swig of the bitter liquid, or what was left of it.

Stephanie studied her young friend’s face. His eyebrows were downturned, lips in a slight pout. He was sad, jealous! But mostly sad. At first when he told her about you, she thought it was just a rebound crush, just a silly little thing. You’re always weirdly really attracted to the next person you date after your ex. But the way he spoke about you was different. Obviously, she knew that he wouldn’t vulgar with her, but she listened in (eavesdropped) when he spoked to Namjoon. But he spoke about you the same exact way, nothing vulgar about his words . You made him feel like there were fireworks in head and and in his head. Like his heart was on fire. It confused it at first because he had ‘known’ you for that long. You had only been friends for three months at that point and the thought of you made his palms all sweaty.

When you slept together, he felt elated in the moment that maybe you felt the same way. But then he felt devastated afterwards when you insisted that you stay friends. He hated the fact that he made you feel bad. And he expressed that to Namjoon. Stephanie remembered how she leaned against the wall and covered her heart with her hand as she heard Jungkook sniffle.

“I’m such a bad person. “ she heard him whimper.

She imagined that he had the same pout he was sporting now.

She couldn’t stand to see her friend like this. Even if you didn’t see him in the same way he saw you, even though she had some doubts. Just from the messages you had sent to Jungkook. A few too many heart emojis for strictly platonic feelings. You were holding back, she knew you were. She had heard you on FaceTime before. You reminded her of herself when she tried to deny her feelings for Namjoon way back when they thought they were better as ‘just friends’. She was gonna get you two together. Or at least try.

“Let’s go and say hi! You two didn’t fight, right? So no hard feelings?” Before Jungkook could protest, she had already grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the booth where you were currently sitting with Taehyung. Quite closely.

Before they even had a chance to get to the steps leading up to the booth, they were stopped by a very tipsy and angry Sara. Accompanied by her boyfriend, who lovingly placed his hands around her waist from behind, making sure she stayed on her feet as she started to sway in her heels.

“Oh no you don’t. “ Sara says loudly, voice matching the level of the music, her manicured nail coming very close to the tip Jungkook’s nose. The tall man behind her gently lowers her hand.

Stephanie pushes Jungkook back softly.

“Hey what’s your problem lady?” She folds her arms, taking a defensive stance.

Sara blinks in surprise, her eyes taking a while to recognise the woman in front of her. Her glitter adorned eyes narrow. She sees what’s going on here.

“You’re the blonde!” She shakes her hand free from the clutches of her lover. This time pointing it between Stephanie and Jungkook. Eyes narrowing , zeroing in on Jungkook.

“I know your type. To fuck for fucking’s sake. But I will not let you try and rope my tipsy, hurting and vulnerable friend into a threesome.”

If it wasn’t for the dim lighting and the occasional multicoloured flashing of strobe lights she’d be able to see the crimson flush spread across his face like a bad rash.

Stephanie’s mouth hangs open. She shakes her head and quickly gathers herself.

“What the fuck?” I-“ she is stopped when Jungkook steps forward.

As he does, so does Sara’s boyfriend. Jungkook places his beer bottle on a random table and holds both hands up, showing that he means no harm. He struggles to find words. Resulting in everyone staring at him while looked off to the side, gathering the words up.

“I-we- no!”

That’s the best he could come up with?

“I mean I don’t know why you think that’s what I’m like but I’m not. What we did was special to me and it wasn’t just a fuck for ‘fucking’s sake. I miss her. I know she doesn’t want me in that way but I just need to talk to her. Plus, this is my best friend’s girlfriend. She’s basically family. She’s here for emotional support.”

Sara’s creased forehead becomes smooth and her cold heart warms to his words. For some reason she believes him.

“Oh you poor thing, she does w-“ she stops herself, she shouldn’t be the one to tell him how you feel.

Quickly apologising to Stephanie and Jungkook, she moved aside, as to welcome to the booth. That’s when Jungkook sees you and Taehyung sitting much closer than before, thigh to thigh. Your dress slightly riding up, his large hand, placed gently on your knee. You giggle as he whispers in your ear.

“I’ll be right back and then we can go.” You stand up, hoping to get through but Taehyung doesn’t stand up, he raises his eyebrows and runs his hands through his luscious brown locks.

Getting the hint, you briefly hike up your dress and straddle his legs before hopping off the other side.

What the group of onlookers don’t know is that you and Taehyung were planning on ditching the bar to go and getting some pizza. He was a good looking guy and he had all the sex appeal of an Adonis but you couldn’t get a certain someone out of your mind. Especially when you knew he was in the bar. Your eyes kept drifting during conversation. Taehyung felt it. He didn’t ever pressure anyone into anything they didn’t want to do. So he let the conversation take a friendly turn, even though he couldn’t help but be flirty. It took it him a good 15 minutes to realise who you were and once he did…It all clicked into place, your wondering eyes, the distant stare Jungkook had when Taehyung had pointed you out.

You had explained to Taehyung how you felt about the whole situation, the alcohol in your system acted as some sort of truth serum. Taehyung knew how his young friend was feeling, but he didn’t want to divulge anything, as it wasn’t his information to share. He just look at you and placed his large hand on your shoulder.

But it didn’t look like a friendly exchange to the onlookers.

To them it looked like you were ready to ride Taehyung right in front of their eyes.

Jungkook’s heart sank to the bottom of his stomach as he watched you push your way through the crowd.

Taehyung spotted his friends in the crowd and headed towards them.

“She’s headed to the bathroom and then we’re gonna grab some pizza at Jackson’s. Do you wanna join?” He throws his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders.

Jungkook doesn’t wait for one second, he bolts after you.

He pushes through the crowds of people as he follows you. He mutters a few ‘sorry’s as he makes his way through the sea of people.

The bar was quite fancy, the bathrooms were two rooms. Not stalls like a college bar, but rooms that were decorated with expensive wallpaper and delicate marble tiles.

It was as if luck was finally on his side, he watches as you enter the room, gently closing the door behind you. There was no line outside the door. So he leans against the wall waiting for you to come out.

His heart beats a thousand miles per second as he waits, his palms coating with more and more sweat by the minute. You were only in the bathroom for two minutes or so but it felt like hours to him.

Then suddenly.

The door opens. You jump as you are met with the sight of Jungkook standing in front of you. He looks down at you with an awkward smile. Before you could say anything, he reaches out his hand and gently pushes you back into the bathroom. Wordlessly, he shuts the door behind him.

You both stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Then he speaks.

“Please don’t go home with Taehyung after pizza.” He practically whispers, his voice almost swallowed up by the bass of the music.

You scoff and cross your arms. The tequila had thrown away your usual filter. The one that softened your true reaction for others.

“Why? Jungkook, I know we haven’t been friends for long but I didn’t peg you for the type that wanted to be the only one who could be happy. I saw you with that woman. If you can fu-“ Your words are abruptly interrupted by Jungkook’s lips.

He rests his forehead on yours.

“I can’t stand to see with anyone else. Or imagine you with anyone else. Now that I’ve had you. Felt you. T-that woman-“ He gently guided your arms down. He wraps his arms around your waist.

“- She’s my best friend’s girlfriend. She wanted to help me feel better because I haven’t been myself for the past few weeks. I missed you. I know you want us to be friends. But I know you just want that because you think I’m a fuckboy. B-but I’m not. “ he rambles, you could smell the beer on his breath. But you could also smell him, his smell was intoxicating, more so than any of the alcohol you had been drinking. You had heard everything his said but you didn’t have a response, all you think about doing was devouring him.

You crash your lips against him, backing him into the door, fingers searching for the lock. Head turn in unison with the lock as it clicks in place. A guttural moan escapes from Jungkook as his arms fall from your waist and he grabs one hand full of your backside. Pulling your dress up as he did so, he could feel that your underwear was basically for decoration, a piece of string for a bit of decorum. If he wanted to , if you’d let him, he could rip them off of you. He kisses you harder as the thought runs through his mind. His tongue caresses your bottom lip, begging to be let in. He knew this was a moment of lust, much like before, but he needed you. Needed to show you what you meant to him.

You open your mouth, letting him in, your breath hitches as you taste him. He tasted like the beer he had been sipping all night. But more overwhelmingly, he tasted like him. A sweetness that you couldn’t quite describe. The bathroom was still, the only sounds filling the air being the boom of the music and the wet sounds of tongues massaging each other. Dizzy, you detach yourself from his lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses along his jaw, and down his muscular neck. Even though you were as close as you could be, Jungkook pulls you in closer, pressing his hardness into your crotch. Your dress was thin, so you could feel everything he had to offer. Biting back a moan, you suck and bite his neck. Hand travelling up to his thick mop of black hair that had grown since the last time you had seen him. You slightly tug on the now lengthy locks, earning a gasp from his bruised lips.

“I want you so bad. P-prove t-to you that Taehyung isn’t worth it. “ he chokes out.

You knew you weren’t going home with Taehyung, but it was fun to see him like this. Your free hand toys with his belt. Why did this feel so easy? Like this had occurred more than once before. Like you had explored each other’s bodies before.

“I want you to show me why I shouldn’t choose him.” You tease, lightly brushing you nose against the soft skin of his now bruising neck.

Jungkook growls, causing you to look up. His eyes that were half lidded but still round with pleasure were now narrower filled with pure lust and determination.

You let out a small yelp as he turns you around, making you come face to face with a mirror. You see yourself, lips swollen, hair tousled. A sexy man behind you.

“Look at yourself in this dress… “ his hands trail from your thighs to your waist, slipping into the cutouts. Your body flushes as his fingers dance along your bare skin.

“…you look so beautiful and sexy. “ his thigh nudges your legs open. You watch as his tattooed hand travels down to your heat. Pulling your dress up, Jungkook makes eye contact with you in the mirror.

“It was so rushed last time. I didn’t get a chance to play. “ he deep voice vibrates your whole body. He pulls your damp panties to the side.

A soft groan tumbles out from your lips as his fingers stroke your dripping centre.

The sound of blood rushing through your veins, roars in your ears.

You shake and lean back against his chest as fingers draw invisible patterns on your clit. Coaxing moans out of you. Involuntarily, you start to close your eyes out of immense pleasure but then you feel his long fingers plunge into you. Your eyes shoot open and lock on to his in the mirror.

“Keep your eyes on me. “ he says in your ear, gently biting your neck.

You groan and the fullness of his fingers and the feeling of his erection pressed into your back. You snake your arm behind you and grab his hard shaft through his pants. His breath stutters in his chest. He brushes your hand away.

“This is about you, baby.”

He moves his fingers faster, curling them up to feel that ‘special’ place inside you. You were leaking all over his hand, you could see the light bounce off the curvatures of his hand that were highlighted by the liquid coating it. His thumb worked perfectly as it rubbed your nub.

“I-I’m so c-close. “ you mewl, gazing into his deep brown eyes through the mirror, your head now fully resting on his shoulder.

He inhaled your scent, your perfume, shampoo , mixed with your sweat and arousal was inebriating. You turned your head to the side and pressed your lips against his. Slipping your tongue into his mouth, you began to shaking , unable to keep up with the kiss for much longer. What sounded like Jungkook’s name just turned into a slew of moans as you came all over his hand. Chest heaving, body jerking. Your body pulsed every time his thumb touched your clit.

“S-sensitive. “ you kiss him, not letting him pull away.

You shiver once you feel his fingers slip out. It gave you the opportunity to fully face him. You sat up on the countertop, pulling him between your legs.

You wanted to take off your clothes and take him right there but when you opened your eyes for a brief moment, the roll of toilet paper reminded you that you were in a public bathroom.

“I wanna suck you off but I’m scared that someone will call the police because we’ve been in here too long. So please just fuck me. “ you bite your lip as you look up at him with wide eyes. You feign innocence, but you knew what you were doing.

Your fingers dance along his belt buckle and pull it open, the jingling, welcoming you like a chime on a shop door.

Jungkook watches as you pull him out, this was the first time you were seeing all of him. The last time, you just sat on it, in your dimly lit living room.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his dick. It was long, thick and hard. It was leaking from the top, a small bead of precum decorating the top. You bend down and licked it off, taking the opportunity to suck the tip into your mouth before pulling away.

“ oh my gosh. If you do that I won’t be able to do what you asked. “ he throws his head back.

You giggle.

He gently ushers you back, your ass sliding on the cool granite of the countertop, he trails his hands up your legs and to you rapper excuse of underwear. He slides the soiled material off and lets it dangle off of one of your legs. His hands grab the back of your thighs, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hands hold your waist tightly, as if he was scared that you would disappear at any moment. He slowly slides into your heat. His hips stutters as he bottoms out, your warmth encasing him, your essence covering him.

You groan at the feeling of him stretching you out.

He folds over in pleasure, his forehead resting on your shoulder.

“I missed you… Fuck.” He chokes.

You rake your fingers through his hair, brushing the sift strands away from his damp forehead.

He steadily rocks into you, the pace slowly increasing. With every thrust, your body quivers with pleasure, your hand drops from his hair as you no longer had control of your body.

“You feel so good.” You moan into his ear, kissing his lobe.

His hips begin to stutter, he was so close to finishing, too close. He wanted to last longer, he wanted to make it more meaningful. To him it meant so much, but he didn’t know what you were truly thinking. As the thoughts littered his mind, his hips slowed, the rhythm was off. You could feel that he wasn’t in the moment anymore.

“Hey. Focus on this, focus on us.” You put your hand on the back of his neck, bring his face from your shoulder to your face. You place a kiss on his lips.

He smiles and he knows that this was meaningful to you, you really wanted this.

He finds the rhythm again, hitting that blissful place deep inside of you, you throw your head back, leaning against the mirror, his head falling on your shoulder once again.

“Right there!” As his brushes brushes causes a wave of pleasure to wash over your body.

You hear him mutter words, but they are slurred with moans so you have a hard time trying. To decipher them, His whole body tenses and feel the warmth of his release inside you.

He relaxes his tensed body and kisses your neck.

“This feels so right. I really didn’t have a girlfriend the last time. I don’t now.” He freezes at his own words. He knew he picked the wrong moment to say it.

Hearing the words slip out of his mouth, slip you back into reality. In the moment you shared together, you almost forgot that you were in a public bathroom.

But here you were in a public restroom, sweaty back pressed up against a mirror, underwear sliding on to the floor. Bass threatening to burst through the door. A small puddle began to form underneath you, you wince at the feeling. You pat his back, signalling that you wanted him to move.

He slowly pulls out, not looking up at you. The lack of response from you was louder than the music that was shaking the bathroom walls. He grabs tissue and quickly wipes himself before moving to assist you.

You mutter a ‘thanks’,grabbing the tissue and finishing the job yourself.

His back is turned as he puts himself back into his jeans and zips them up.

You hop off of the counter and pull down your dress. You silently pick up your panties, unable to wear them, you tuck them into your purse. Turning around, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your lips were swollen, hair tousled, lipgloss, gone. You attempted to fix your hair to the best of your ability and grab your lipgloss from your bag.

Jungkook watches as your rummage through your bag.

“Are you okay?” He asks, walking closer to you.

You nod, pulling out the tube of lipgloss. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror as you apply the shiny serum to your lips. The atmosphere felt so different to 15 minutes before, when his fingers were in you and he was looking at you through the same mirror.

“You should wash your hands.” You say, before grabbing your bag and leaving the bathroom.

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