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Wishful Thinking 𐚁 epilogue

PAIRING ➩ jungkook x reader

WC ➩ 6.3k

SUMMARY ➩ Almost a year after you and Jungkook fleed from the farm, you’re both struggling with the life you’d settled for and the unexpected turmoil to your relationship.

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ It’s here! If you know my works then you know I rarely do part twos but I am so thankful you guys loved these characters as much as I did so I wanted to give you an ending that wasnt as vauge as I normally do lol. I love to write these two and their love together and I hope this is worth the wait. I know some of you will be disappointed by the direction I took the smut here but I think it fits them and their journey. Hope you enjoy!

Jungkook had a tough time adjusting to your life back in the city, eyes shifty and nervous in a way you’d never seen them and forcing himself into clothes that looked unnatural for him. Somehow though, you seemed to be handling it worse. 

You found yourself spending hours at a time on your balcony or in the nearest city park until the sun was setting, filling your lungs with the cleanest air you could and still feeling like you were being polluted with every breath. 

Jungkook was actually acting as your anchor despite the fact this world was much more foreign to him and you couldn’t have been more grateful while simultaneously feeling guilt eat away at you every time you went to bed crying softly or lashed out. 

Getting out of your apartment helped, despite your love for the space itself. It cleared your mind to have one less connection to your father and to have your name be the only one on your new lease a bit further out from the city. 

It still wasn’t the farm and the stars were still dimmed by the light pollution filling the air but it wasn’t quite as suffocating and you even got to have a small yard that you eventually planted strawberries in. 

Jungkook got a factory job the next town over and you think he felt a bit lighter once he was able to work with his hands again but the exhaustion on his face was more evident everyday and you started to feel really torn. 

“Is this working?” You asked softly one night as you both laid in bed together, flat on your backs and staring at the ceiling that was painted an obnoxious landlord white. “Are we happy?” 

He took a few minutes to respond but you liked that about him, the careful intention behind every word he spoke making it a lot easier for your scattered brain to communicate. You knew he meant whatever he said when he eventually got around to it.

“I’m happy with you.” His answer was soft but reserved and you sighed a little bit, knowing what he wasn’t saying was more important than what he did. 

He answered your question while also not answering it, knowing you’d read between the lines and understand that he wasn’t content with your situation but was overlooking it to be with you. 

“You know I am too.” You said in a single breath so he knew there was going to be a contradictory statement following. “But I am not happy here, not like this.” 

You both couldn’t find a solution that was worth offering so you laid there together basking in your settled state, pinkies brushing on the bed until you were able to dream of large quarries and an endless chore list that kept your bodies and minds busy. 

The two part time jobs you’d taken up made you feel like a robot but you swallowed your disappointment with life and went through the motions, determined to be as dedicated to making this work as Jungkook was. 

He deserved your full effort because he never gave you a sliver less, coming home late and leaving early but still taking care of you in between. 

It was a slap in the face to be confronted with the realization that you’d never had to work even a quarter as hard as he had growing up. You weren’t above it at all and were more than willing but it was almost suffocating to be ingrained with the mindset that you shouldn’t have to do so much to barely be surviving.

You felt like a spoiled brat and it was becoming your habit to push complaints about your day down so you didn’t feel so silly, letting it build up instead of confiding in your partner. There was no part of you that thought he would think less of you for griping about small things, especially compared to what his work day consisted of but your own internal conflict stopped you. 

A rainy week had damped your mood even more severely and you came home on your lunch break to find Jungkook sitting out on the porch, under the thin awning just enough that he wasn’t getting wet other than the toes of his boots. 

He hadn’t expected you home and he was so lost in thought that he didn’t react when you pushed open the creaky screen door, your hand sliding over his shoulder making him jump. 

You heard him suck in a breath when his head whipped around to see it was only you and you smiled softly at him, circling around the rocking chair until you could sit on his left leg. His hands pulled both of yours over his right one as his arm wrapped around your back to keep you steady. 

“Hey princess.” His voice was low and you could have shuddered at the sound of it in your ear, leaning your head against his shoulder and watching the rain collect in the grass. 

“Whats on your mind?” You responded just as softly and he sighed at the question, not surprised you managed to read him so quickly. “Thinking about your mom?” 

He nodded his head and you felt it lean against yours as his other hand went around your stomach so he was hugging you to him. You rubbed the back of it softly, feeling the ridges between his knuckles and calloused skin. 

“And Lucky.” He sounded a bit dazed and you couldn’t help the pout that appeared on your face. 

There were dozens of nights where you dreamed of Jungkook, most of them including him on the back of the large horse with a bright smile as he basked in the sun. You’d wake up to see his skin that was a couple shades paler now and a grin that required more effort and you’d wait all day until you could sleep again. 

You picked your head up so you could look at him, hand on his cheek as you rubbed soothingly and waited for him to lock eyes with you. They were heavy when they finally did and words failed you again as they so often did so you were kissing him. 

He hummed into it and you realized it had been a while since you’d been able to give him this type of affection, both of you always so exhausted and shut off. The spark between you didn’t die because of the sheer desire and affection between you but it definitely wasn’t being flamed. 

His grip tightened when your tongue pushed in between his lips and you could feel his body go taut, his mouth moving quicker as he sat up in the chair and leaned into you more. 

Your hand slid from his face into his hair that was the longest you’d ever seen it and the action pulled a louder noise out of him. 

The rain and the sounds of you kissing was all you could focus on and you felt like you’d open your eyes and be back on the farm, back when you were only shared glances and giggles as he whisked you away to the barn. 

He slowed down his pace, desperate movements becoming soft pecks that told you he didn’t actually want to stop and your eyes fluttered open to look at him in confusion. He looked pained at the expression like it physically hurt him to not give you what he could tell you wanted and his hand squeezed your waist affectionately. 

“Gotta get back to work.” He said in a hoarse voice, sounding much more grown up than the boy you’d met last year. 

“Me too.” You breathed and it came out a lot sadder than you had meant it to, portraying an emotion much deeper than the one ending your lunch break gave you. 

You forgot about the pathetic sandwich you had made this morning and left it to warm on the counter so you could stay in his arms a few minutes longer, listening to the rain and his heartbeat like it would somehow get rid of the rest of the noise from the world you’d been smothered in. 

Jungkook left shortly before you and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you never went back to work, calling in to the office and letting the roughness of your voice fully come through as you proclaimed you were sick. 

It wasn’t because your laziness had fully taken effect nor because you randomly decided you deserved a break. 

Instead you spent the rest of the day hunched over the kitchen table as you spread papers and papers across the surface, phone held so tightly to your ear you nearly ripped it off the wall a handful of times. 

Your last call was to a familiar number, one you called about a dozen times over the hard year when Jungkook was asleep or gone on an overnight shift. 

He had decided to go no contact with his mother the second he left, unable to stop himself from feeling a sense of betrayal despite her overwhelming love and kindness towards him. She was a bystander to his abuse, encouraging it at times when it was something as ‘small’ as a light spanking or extra chores. 

It took a lot for him to admit that he didn’t deserve the violence his father inflicted on him and even longer to accept that he wasn’t solely responsible and his mother was guilty too in her own way.

You felt like you were betraying him by keeping up with Nari, giving her small updates about the two of you while you talked in a hushed voice on the phone. The calls only lasted a few minutes, never enough for her to pry although she never once tried. 

She’d simply ask how he was in a shaky voice and you’d tell her as she sighed in relief or dejection if you admitted things had been hard. There was never advice offered in fear of overstepping your boundaries, only hearing you out and then wishing you luck and lots of love before hanging up. 

This call was a lot longer and ended with both of you having cracking voices and both hurt and a flicker of hope in your chest. 

It took months for that flicker to grow into something more and it was torturous to keep it from Jungkook, your partner in life and so much more. There was nothing you couldn’t tell him and now you felt like your entire day was constructed around him finding out what you’d been up to. 

He didn’t seem to notice the change in you, the sleepless nights and the way you now seemed to always be doing paperwork and cutting your breaks early so you could go make more phone calls at the pay phone up the road. 

You’d thought you were totally sliding under the radar until you came home one day a little past dinner to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with a sullen look on his face, his elbows resting on his knees and his hand covering his light scruff.

“Are you cheating on me?” 

His flat voice made your feet stick to the floor and your eyes widened as you stared down at him, rushing to set down your bag and take off your coat so you could sit beside him, facing him as he stared forward like he didn’t want to look at you. 

“What? No, how could you think that?” You felt stupid as soon as you asked because it made perfect sense why he would think that. 

You’d come to the same exact conclusion if he was suddenly coming home late from work and disappearing at random moments to speak in a quiet voice on the phone. 

The look on his face when he turned it towards you told you he was on the same train of thought and you sighed softly, desperation flooding through you at the thought that your attempts to make things better might have been silently ruining it all. 

You had a tendency to forget that Jungkook was much more sheltered than you growing up and that you were his first partner, his first of most things. 

“I would never.” Your hand was holding his jaw lightly so he couldn’t look away from your sincere gaze as you spoke in a firm voice. “Ever ever ever. That would never happen.” 

He looked pained and you weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t believe you or if he felt guilt for even accusing you, most likely the latter considering he was the kindest man you’d ever met and you knew he couldn’t bare the thought of negatively affecting you even if he thought you were being disloyal. 

“I’ve been…” You paused as you fumbled for words, mouth opening and closing. “I’m sorry for being so distant. I really zoned in on our savings and our leasing agreement.” 

It wasn’t exactly a lie, all things you were actually doing as a piece of the bigger picture but it still made your stomach twist to even slightly fabricate the truth to him. 

He nodded his head softly, eyes vulnerable and a bit embarrassed. It made your stomach twist and feel even sicker and you waited a few seconds to make sure the doubt had left his face and he wasn’t just agreeing to appease you. 

Then he was kissing you and the action was so sudden you forgot to respond for a breath before instinct was kicking in. 

There was a part of you that wanted to stop him and talk about this more, make sure he was actually feeling okay and had believed the answer you had given him. His hands slipping around your lower back was enough to make you push that aside and you moved swiftly so you were sitting in his lap. 

You kissed desperately, his mouth moving against yours as you made soft noises that he eagerly swallowed. 

Jungkook and you had your fair share of intimacy but still hadn’t had sex, not for lack of trying. You really hadn’t stopped moving and fighting for a better life since you both made the decision to start one together and it never felt like the right time. 

You hated the idea of sleeping together and one of you not being all the way there mentally, lost in thoughts of work or what would happen in a few months if you couldn’t figure things out. There were other things you did, learning rather quickly that his actions in the barn was something he enjoyed doing quite a lot but it never went too far. 

His hands smoothed over your thighs and you squealed a bit when he was suddenly picking you up and moving so he could lay you down on the bed, his body moving to be on top of you. 

You could feel him trembling a bit from need and your legs parted so he could easily slot between them, his hips shifting as he picked his head up from the kiss and looked down between your legs with a pained expression.

Your mouth moved to his jaw while he was distracted, kissing down his neck and licking at the warm skin as he hissed at the feeling. His hand that wasn’t supporting his body weight went to tug at your shirt and you breathed out heavily. 

You sat up just enough that he could pull it off and he outwardly groaned at the sight of you shirtless despite how many times he’d seen it. Jungkook always made you feel like the most beautiful girl alive, looking at you like it was the first time every moment you were together. 

“I love you.” You breathed out and he hummed at the sound of it, stealing your move and kissing your neck softly. You gripped his hair on the back of his head and arched your back enough for him to feel you shifting under him. 

“I love you more. You’re so beautiful.” His voice was low and rough in the way you really liked, your eyes fluttering shut when his tongue smoothed over your collarbone. 

His shirt was off next and your hands eagerly smoothed over the expanse of his skin, rubbing up and down his strong back and slipping between your bodies to feel the trail of hair down his stomach. You listened to the way his breath stuttered before he stuffed his face into your neck and nearly whimpered. 

“Good baby?” You said in a soft voice, nearly a purr as you cranked up the seductive tone. He made another pained noise when you pushed past the waistband of his sweatpants and you almost laughed at the sound of it until your hand wrapped around his length and you realized how hard he was. “All this just from kissing?” 

“Don’t make fun of me.” His words came out strained and you smiled at the sound of it, stroking him slow to purposely rile him up some more. 

You liked him like this, something you’d never explored with the various hookups you had before him. Jungkook could take control easily and more often than not he did, his grip on you firm and his words menacing and filthy when he got you off on his fingers or tongue but then there was this side of him. 

The side where he’d let you take over and guide him through inexperience, teasing remarks and drawn out orgasms that occasionally ended with him in tears. 

There was something about having such a large and rugged boy coming undone for you that you absolutely lived for and you were glad he seemed to be leaning towards that dynamic tonight. 

“Because you like it too much?” You were actually laughing now, soft giggles that made him groan as he picked his head up and kissed you again just to shut you up. 

His hand was all over you while you kept touching him gently, more focused on the way your mouths moved and his tongue tangling against yours like he was starved for it. 

You felt your bra being unclasped and you smiled into the kiss, so genuinely in love and enamored by him and everything he did that it made you feel a little bit sick. You’d never once thought this amount of feeling was possible and he made it so easy to forget that things were difficult right now. 

“I want you.” He breathed out and your eyebrows furrowed with tension as his hips shifted again, clearly rubbing against your core intentionally now so you didn’t misconstrued his words. “I need you Y/N.”

“You have me.” You said so earnestly that it made him freeze for a few seconds, peering down at you with a look that you told yourself to ask more about later. He got rid of it as quick as it came and he was nodding before kissing you so softly you almost forgot how tension filled the room was. 

It wasn’t long before the rest of your clothes came off and you couldn’t ever get enough of kissing him, almost feeling immature with the knowledge you could probably do nothing but just kiss him for the rest of your life. 

You hadn’t really processed that he was intending more than usual tonight and your breath caught when you felt his big hand wrapping around the underside of your knee so he could lift your leg up a bit and really slot himself between you.

Your eyebrows furrowed at him in confusion and he looked a little pained as he stared down at you, expression on his face nervous like he also hadn’t planned for this. You knew Jungkook didn’t think about his virginity so intensely anymore, the two of you having lots of talks about toxic masculinity especially surrounding being sexually active.

But you still knew it was a big deal for him and you didn’t want to take it lightly, wordlessly holding his face for a moment and silently asking him if this was okay. He stole a page out of your book and answered by kissing you again, managing to distract you both again.

“Can you- fuck.” His words fell over each other when he accidentally pressed right up against your wet core and you felt his back tense under your hands, his face looking a little frustrated now. 

“Yeah baby.” You breathed out, understanding what he needed as your free hand went back between your connected bodies. He leaned his head forward to rest against your shoulder when you grabbed his hard length again and you could hear him breathing heavily.

You helped position him towards your entrance, encouraging him with soft kisses against the side of his head until he was rolling his hips forward and freezing up when he was halfway inside of you and could feel the full expanse of your wet heat. 

“Fuck, you’re big.” You pushed the words out in a strained string of breaths and he groaned, either from the sound of your praising words or the way you felt around him. “You can move. You won’t hurt me I promise.”

He didn’t seem to need much direction after that and like everything else in the world, Jungkook had found another thing he was naturally good at. The fact he was inside of you was making you dizzy after an entire year of loving him and waiting for the right time to finally have him in such a powerful way.

You were overwhelmed by both bodily pleasure and the adoration you felt for Jungkook and all you had been through together, the dedication to making it work despite the odds being against you and the way he made you feel on a daily basis. 

His low voice swearing against your neck was distracting you from your sentimental train of thoughts and now all you could focus on was how whiny he sounded when he got like this.

It felt ridiculous that somebody who looked like him could come undone for you like this and you didn’t feel like you even half deserve this amount of power. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about it even when it was over and the two of you were laying there in peaceful silence together, bodies as bare as your hearts always were and his arms wrapped tightly around you like he was still afraid you’d disappear even after all this time. 

“You’re thinking.” He said simply and it came out muffled and laced with exhaustion, his arms tightening and his chin resting on your shoulder so you were really trapped in him. You made a small noise, a hum of acknowledgment to what he had said but not necessarily an answer. “Let me hear?”

There was a long break in the air as you thought hard about what you wanted to say, how to word the thousand different things racing through your mind. He, in his truest nature, stayed quiet and patient as he waited for you to figure it out. He was laying soft kisses on your bare shoulders where you assumed some of your moles were and you suddenly felt like you could cry. 

“I just love you.” Is what you eventually came up with and it left your mouth sounding strangled and more emotional than you had meant to convey. His breath spanned across your shoulder blades and you were very glad you were not facing him, both because the tears in your eyes and because you couldn’t bare the look on his face. 

“I love you.” He replied easily and it struck you how it never sounded rehearsed. There was never a single time you felt like it was just a habit to say when you left for work or before you went to sleep, every syllable always felt like it was being laid out in front of you for acceptance.

There was no certain thing in your lives from finances to the state of your environment but you knew one thing for sure and that was the fact that you loved each other more than anything else.

“You’re everything.” This time he whispered the words and you almost felt nauseous at the sound of him knowing exactly what you were thinking just like he always did. How did he have the ability to get into parts of you that you hadn’t even explored yet? 

Was there something in the stars that granted him access or were you reserving those sections specifically for someone so unlike yourself, so gentle and forgiving at the times where you found it impossible to be. Jungkook tightened his arms around you and you thought of small town markets and the smell of fresh water drying on your clothes. 

You thought of days where his skin was tanner and his eyes were hazy from the weed you snuck out to smoke together, the question in the air when you laid together and talked about your lives that used to be so far removed from each other. 

Now you weren’t sure where he stopped and where you began and you much preferred life like this, with him and all of his heart fully at your disposal but it was hard to not dream of the days where your secret was your biggest problem and where you smiled so much you didn’t feel human anymore. 

Your fantasy life had been so short lived that you would have figured you made it all up if you hadn’t taken him from the pages and brought him home with you. You felt so silly for being homesick over a life that wasn’t yours while he seemed to be content anywhere if it meant he got to have you. 

His arms tightening again made you realize you had never answered him and guilt ripped through you as you heard his breathing even out, knowing right away by the rise and fall of his chest against your back that he had fallen asleep while you got lost in your thoughts.

You were ready to be back to normal, ready to tell him what was on your mind and what you had been doing on these late nights. You hated that he had doubted your loyalty because you would die before ever making him feel like that but you couldn't give him the level of honesty you wished you could.

Months carried on like this and you were starting to lose yourself in the pressure to make this work while also keeping yourself active and healthy in your relationship, learning from your mistakes and refusing to let Jungkook slip through the cracks in your search for the grander picture. 

There were a dozen more days where you curled into bed feeling drained and useless, crying softly while Jungkook asked you what's wrong before eventually giving up and just holding you. Similar days where he came home from work with furrowed brows and a slammed truck door, not even stopping to take off his boots before he was disappearing into a half an hour long shower. 

Finally, after almost two years of feeling like you had left a part of yourselves somewhere along the journey of finding each other, you received the call you had been waiting for. It happened on a random Tuesday while you were at work, heart tightening as you recognized the area code and quickly excused yourself to the break room.

Your words were hushed and your eyes were teary but suddenly you could breathe again and you poured endless thank yous into the phone, leaving for your lunch break without even clocking out and hoping you could catch Jungkook at home before he went back to work. 

He was standing there in the kitchen when you arrived and you took a second to stand in the driveway and watch him through the small window above the sink. He looked like he was singing something and you could tell by the movement of his shoulders that he was cleaning up whatever dishes he had used for lunch, your heart lurching with the need to run in and see him clearly.

YOu were thankful for this small house and how it had allowed you to maintain some semblance of normalcy while you pushed forward but you were ready to say goodbye and now you finally could after a few more baby steps. You'd been running for so long and now you could take a breather, pushing through the door and throwing yourself into his arms before he could even greet you. 

Jungkook was confused but not ever going to deny you anything so he wrapped tightly around you, back tensing when he heard your soft cries and then releasing when he realized it was from happiness. 

It was impossible to not tell him everything right then and there but you held it back the best you could, pulling back to look at him with wet cheeks and the brightest smile he had seen from you in over a year. You at least promised him you could tell him tomorrow and that he just needed to trust you and be patient, the easiest thing when it came to you.

The next morning you pulled a pair of boots from the very back of your closet and bounced a little in them once they were fully on, your smile not having faded since you woke up. Jungkook was clueless but your happiness was all that mattered to him and it was infectious, giving you a strange look when you giggled and placed one of his hats from storage on his head. 

He raised an eyebrow from under the rim and wrapped his arms around your back as you stood there feeling like you were both wearing costumes, his bottom lip pulled between his two prominent front teeth as he bit back a smile. 

You’d dragged him out to the truck and reminded him to trust you as you gave off directions, taking you out of the suburbs and so far away from the city you felt like you could finally catch your breath. Jungkook felt anxiety itching under his skin considering how out of the loop he was but you scooted across the bench seat to press against him and it waved off of him. 

The truck went silent as you pulled up to a small farm house and Jungkook said nothing for a long time, so long that you wondered if he had figured out where you were and what you were there for. 

“C’mon.” You encouraged softly with a nod of your head as you climbed out of the truck and onto the loose gravel road. You stood still as you stared at the house and the land surrounding it and you could hear his door slamming shut from behind you, turning to face him with a smile and an extended hand. 

“Talk to me.” He said softly but it was a bit firm around the edges and you could tell the mystery was starting to actually get to him a little bit, feeling left out regardless if you assured him it was for the better. He still gripped your hand like it was a lifeline and you stood there staring at him for a few seconds. 

It was impossible to figure out where to start, what part of the timeline to pick up from and how much detail you wanted to get into right now. You decided you wanted this moment to be exactly what it was and you could break it down for him later as much as he wanted.

“We own it.” You said it so simply that there was no room for misinterpretation, especially considering the way you glanced over your shoulder back at the house with excitement radiating off of you.

He let out a long breath and you paused to watch him go through a range of things. First confusion as his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, gaze past you and on the house and the porch that wrapped around it. Then came understanding and his body looked light like he was about to collapse before his eyes were welling up with tears and he took a step backwards, hand over his mouth as he ran it over his jaw to try and ground himself.

“Jungkook.” You said gently as you took a few steps forward, holding him by the waist softly with one hand with your other one resting where his racing heart laid. “Take a breath, I need you to breathe.”

There was a nod like he understood you but you weren’t sure he did, cupping his face instead and taking an exaggerated breath yourself so he could parrot it back to you. 

“How?” He eventually pushed out and you shook your head at him with a look that told him you could talk about it later. Right now you wanted this to be all that mattered and luckily he knew your heart and knew immediately that's what you wanted, nodding silently and pulling you in for a tight hug. 

It wasn’t the grand farmhouse that Jungkook had grown up with, lacking the miles and miles of acres that made up his childhood and the beginning of your story together but it was yours and that's all that mattered. There was a rocking chair on the porch, a large kitchen for you to laugh as you did dishes together, and stars that stretched for miles and miles. 

Most importantly, there was a small stable out past the main barn that held a reserved spot for one specific horse. Jungkook had nearly collapsed in tears when he heard the sounds of him neighing in the distance as you approached the house, knowing right away that it was Lucky.

You’d gone back to your current house later that night after walking through everything with teary eyes and the desire to make this place yours, to build memories to laugh a lifetime as you began a new path together. You sat down on your bed and had a long talk about everything. 

There was hurt in his eyes as you confessed you had been talking with his mother and then devastation when you told him she had been in a legal battle with your father. She had gathered enough evidence of his blackmail and abusive behavior regarding his ownership of the Jeon’s farm to sue him ten times over and he eventually conceded with a large payout. 

He started to cry again when you softly told him that they owned it all now, having paid more than enough over the years for it to be fully settled and for everything to be transferred over to them. His parents may have caused his harm but it felt like a weight off of his soul to know they didn’t have to worry about losing their life's work ever again and that they no longer had to struggle to keep up with your fathers financial demands.

You went on to explain that his mother had included you in her claims, insisting she saw parental neglect and monetary alienation from a young age. You imagined your father figured it would be easier to also pay you off than to go through with fighting against you and Nari any longer. 

It wasn’t much and it left a sour taste in your mouth to accept anything from him, even if it was taken from him and not charity. You felt sick when the money hit your account and even worse when you had to sign paper work that cited you would no longer associate yourself with your family name or business under any circumstance. 

The feeling hadn’t left you but you knew it would all be worth it. 

Nari had helped you find the perfect home, transporting Lucky herself with the help of other people in town who had cared for Jungkook since he was young. His father hadn’t said a word about it the entire time from your knowledge and you didn’t bring him up when explaining everything.

You could see it in the hard lines of his face that he was curious but he didn't ask and you didn't tell. 

There was nothing to describe the feeling of finally getting to tell him all of this and to see the look in his eyes, so obviously unable to express to you what this all meant to him. Nobody had ever done anything for him let alone something to this grand scale and for a man of few words already, he had absolutely none to offer.

Luckily that was never an issue between the two of you and you knew exactly what he wanted to say just by the way he was staring at you, the passion behind the kiss he gave you when you finally got him all caught up.

You knew there were still loose ends you needed to tie up with your current jobs and lease but the knowledge that you had a new future out where the stars were bright and the air was lighter made your entire world view shift back in a way that set your mind free.

It was second nature to climb into his truck with boxes upon boxes behind you and your cats in the seat next to you, your beautiful boy on the opposite side with his button up shirt on and his sleeves rolled up. You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes as you felt the smooth city roads roughen up again, a smile building on your lips.

His hand wrapped around your knee and you felt your heart soar again.

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Blurred Lines | Caleb x You

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pairings: childhood friend!Caleb x you, yearning!Rafayel x you

You hear the front door open with a click, followed by Caleb's familiar footsteps, it was heavier than usual. He doesn't speak right away, doesn't greet you and just sets the grocery bag on the kitchen counter, his demeanor quiter than when he first left.

Uneasy, you glance up from the couch in an attempt to catch his attention and lighten up the mood. "Hey..."

He doesn't look at you; he has his back to you, with his arms holding on to the counter. "Who was it for?"

The question makes your blood run cold, like a child finally getting caught stealing. Why was he using that tone on you?

You blink. "What?"

"The photo." his voice was stern, almost like he was about to order you around. "You said it was a mistake. I get that. But if it wasn't... who were you trying to send it to?"

You sit up straighter, blood rushing to your cheeks. Was it anger? Frustration? You don't know. But you didn't like the way he talked to you, as if he had the right to be upset about your sexual activities. "I told you, it wasn't meant for anyone. I just—Caleb, misclicked. I wasn't thinking." And yet here you are desperately trying to defend yourself to reassure him that it really wasn't meant for anyone.

He finally looks at you, the purple hues in his eyes now darker when his jaw clenches. "So it wasn't Rafayel?"

You pause, unable to find the words to answer him. How does he even know about Rafayel?

His gaze continues to pierce through you like daggers dissecting every thought you're trying to form.

"He answered your call pretty fast. Is he used to you needing him?"

You exhale sharply, standing up from the couch. "How did you—are you seriously doing this right now?" Unbelievable. He was being unbelievable. It was rare for you and Caleb to argue, but this was one of the rare instances when he felt like a completely different person.

"I'm just trying to understand," he says, stepping closer. "You don't know what guys like him are really after. He jokes around, flirts with you, but he doesn't see you like—"

"Like what?" you snap, almost scoffing at how insane this was all heading. "Like you do?"

He freezes, the tension in the room felt like it was choking you. You're breathing hard, heat rising to your cheeks, unsure if it was your disappointment in him for speaking to you that way or the fact that he's only making it harder for you to understand him. His silence confirms what you've always feared: Caleb only steps closer when someone else tries to threaten him to that line first.

Then, quietly, "I don't want you getting hurt."

"That doesn't give you the right to interrogate me," you say, voice shaking. "You're acting like you're—"

"Like what?" he echoes, stepping even closer now. It was his turn to be asking you the same questions he's been cornered in. "Your gege? Is that what you want me to be?"

He's too close; his presence is overwhelming you as he towers over your small frame. His voice has dropped low, filled with so much intention you're not sure where to place it.

And you flinch. Because this wasn't the Caleb you're used to. You were confused and ashamed all at once. He notices your discomfort and just like that, his expression shifts as he takes a step back, realizing that he crossed the line.

"Shit... sorry," he says softly, voice returning to the one you've known since you were kids. So gentle that you almost couldn't believe he could talk to you in a tone with so much authority. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

You nod, arms crossing over your chest, cheeks still hot from the tension. "You kind of did."

He notices your silence, and just like always, when you get quiet, he softens. That's the Caleb you know.

He crouches slightly so he's eye-level with you, his hand gently patting the crown of your head. "I just..." he sighs. "I get overprotective of you. I know that. But it's not because I don't trust you. It's because I don't trust guys like Rafayel."

You glance up to meet his purple orbs, eyes still wary. "Why? Because he sees me as a woman?"

His jaw tenses for a split second. Then he shakes his head to himself. "I'm just trying to be a good gege to you." his voice is nothing but sincere, barely above a whisper. "That's all I've ever tried to be. Someone who looks out for you. Someone who steps in when someone's being too much or when... when you're hurting."

You feel something twist painfully in your chest. Because gege shouldn't look at you like he did earlier. Shouldn't lean in like he wanted to kiss you. Shouldn't brush your skin like he needed to remember how it felt. And yet, here he is. Crouched in front of you like the Caleb who used to fix your scraped knee and tug your braid when you cried too hard.

"I didn't mean to make you feel cornered," he says. "You look scared. I never want to be the reason for that."

Your throat tightens. It's so unfair how easily you would fold to his apologies, how you believe everything he says, how you would continue to run back into his arms. "I wasn't scared," you say quietly. "Just confused. You confuse me, Caleb."

His hand travels down your shoulders, lightly pulling you in for a hug, his chin resting on you. "I know, I think I confuse myself too."

You don't know what to say to that. Because he calls himself your gege like it's a shield. But nothing about the way he looked at you earlier felt brotherly. Nothing about the way your heart raced or your skin flushed when he came close felt platonic. So you stand there, caged in his warm hug, breath shaky as you start to wonder—is this love, or is this something else entirely? Because with Caleb, it's always both, always confusing tugging between the lines.

The days passed like nothing happened. Not really. You and Caleb return to your usual routine, quiet mornings, shared meals, movie nights with too much popcorn and not enough space between you on the couch. It would've been almost perfect the way it was before, except there was something different now. You can't quite name it yet, but you feel it every time he gets too close.

He's everywhere.

Leaning on the counter beside you while you make coffee. Sitting beside you, so close that your thighs press together when you eat dinner. Sprawled across your sofa with his arm casually slung along the backrest, his fingers brushing the top of your shoulder. Enough to remind you that he's there.

And at night, during those movie marathons, he lets you curl into him like it's always been that way. His chest is warm and solid under your cheek, his arm around your waist like he's keeping you from running away. Sometimes, he even drapes his leg over yours, pressing his whole body into you and making your skin burn in places you try very, very, hard to ignore.

He never mentions the photo again, or even brings up the fight you had. But somehow, it almost feels like he's marking you in silence. With his scent on your blankets, his touch lingering on your clothes, his voice wrapping around you like he has you wrapped around his finger.

You try not to let it get to you. But you're so touch-starved. And he's making it harder by pretending like it doesn't affect him. You're sitting next to him with your knees pressed together, thighs aching, heartbeat wild just from the feeling of his fingers drumming against your thighs during a quiet scene in the movie. You ache at the way he doesn't say anything, doesn't touch you in that way. But he doesn't pull away either.

And by the time the third day arrives, you're already getting used to it all, your skin still burning for his touch, your heart still too confused. He zips up his jacket by the door, slinging his bag over his shoulder with practiced ease, and he's back to being the DAA Caleb again. You always found it attractive how he carries himself with so much strength and duty.

You nod quietly, arms crossed over your chest. "You'll be back in two weeks, right?" You try to hide the pout in your tone, hoping he won't notice that you'll miss him the second he walks away.

He smiles down at you, his puppy eyes tugging at your heartstrings. "Yeah. I will." he pauses to tuck a loose strand behind your ear. "Sooner, if I can get a leave."

You nod again, biting your lip. You wish he could just stay, but you know how devoted he is to what he does. He's protecting Linkon in his own ways, and you commend him for that. It sucks that he has to leave, but this is the price he has to pay. You wonder if he also finds it hard to leave you behind?

He steps forward and pulls you into a tight hug before you can react. And your lingering question is answered. He hugged you like he's begging for more time to be with you. Just as you start to lean into him, he pulls back to kiss your cheek. It wasn't a peck, almost passionate and your thoughts run wild thinking how it would feel had it been your lips instead.

"Be a good girl while I'm gone," he murmurs, voice low, breath hot near your ear. "Wait for me."

And your breath catches, heart racing once more at how insane he makes you feel in just a split second. He pulls back with a small smile, ruffles your hair like the boy you used to know, and opens the door to bid you goodbye one last time, hand squeezing yours, and then he's gone. Leaving behind the smell of his cologne, the warmth of his hug, and the mess of feelings you have no idea how to untangle. Fuck, it was all too complicated, and neither of you wanted to speak first.

It's been 4 days since Caleb left, and even with the quiet peace of your apartment, you still can't stop yourself from overthinking. It was difficult when the scent of him still lingers on your blanket, or how you keep replaying the feeling of his arm around your waist... the way he kissed your cheek... the way he whispered in your ear like he wanted to say more than he should. You haven't told anyone, Tara, nor Rafayel. Which is why his message catches you off guard.

Rafayel: need help. emergency. paint-related. very serious. wear something nice •⩊•

You sigh.

You: that sounds like a trap and also not an emergency what is this?

Rafayel: just meet me aquarium. 1PM. dun be late or i'll dramatically guilt-trip you forever ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

You hesitate, but you still caved in. Because maybe distraction is exactly what you needed.

The moment you see him waiting outside, sunglasses perched on his purple fluffed hair and that smug grin already forming, you roll your eyes.

"You said this was an emergency."

"It is," he says with so much sass, "my creative soul was dying. And I needed a muse."

You scoff. "I am not fish-shaped, Rafayel, I swear if you drew me like that—"

"No, but you are slippery when avoiding me," he says, tilting his head, strands of hair falling perfectly to shape his eyes that almost painfully reminded you of Caleb. "Also, you like marine life. Or did you lie about that, too?"

You don't give him the satisfaction of a response, walking ahead instead. He follows easily, hands in his pockets. It was obvious he was up to mischief, or at least he was hiding something, using this whole trip as an excuse to acquire his goal like how he usually was on your missions.

Inside, you try not to enjoy it. You really do. But he keeps sliding up beside you, pointing at odd sea creatures with the tone a mix of mock and seriousness. "See that jellyfish? no heart, no brain, just vibes—kinda like you after a full coffee."

You snort, covering your laugh.

A few tanks later, he nods toward a school of fish swirling in perfect synchrony. "Look at them go, wish my last art exhibit had that kind of harmony."

"They're fish, Rafayel." You internally roll your eyes at him, so dramatic.

"Exactly. No egos, no exes, all fins, not a single thought"

Eventually, you stop fighting it. His commentary is ridiculous, and did you mention his smile was unfairly charming? Because it was. And his eyes had the right amount of softness to his sharp edges, making you feel like you're not just a tag-along, but his centerpiece of the day. For a little while, you're starting to forget about the things Caleb said. And the things he left unsaid.

By the time you leave the aquarium, your cheeks are already hurting from smiling. You're still teasing him when he leads you across the parking lot—not until you stop on your tracks when you saw it.

"...This is yours?" you say, eyeing the sleek black sports car with disbelief. You almost always forget that this man had to be earning money somehow. But it never fails to surprise you just how much money he makes.

He opens the passenger door for you with a knowing glance. "What? You thought I sailed through the seas with a rowboat?"

"I thought you were a broke artist," you joked as you slid past him to enter the passenger seat.

"I'm an artist, not a monk, cutie," he says, leaning down from outside to buckle your seatbelt for you. You tensed at the closeness, breath hitching when his cheek was only a breath away. You could smell his shampoo, and it reminded you of the cold sea breeze, of how refreshing it was.

The car's engine purrs to life, smooth and low. The interior still smells like cedar and expensive leather, reminding you that this must've cost him a million or more. You try not to notice the way he rests his wrist casually on the gearshift—how unfairly good he looks doing absolutely nothing but driving.

The ride starts off normally, and he kept the music on the radio low so he could keep throwing playful banter with you, flying back and forth like he always does. He never mentions Caleb, not even once. You're grateful for him that he's aware enough, but also... not. Because now it was just quiet, the type that made you try to focus on anything else but the roaring beat of your heart when his teasing gradually slows. The car somehow felt smaller now that you were struggling to hold a conversation with him.

His hand brushes your thigh in a stoplight—maybe an accident? You thought it was, but he didn't move it right away. You bite your lip when your breath hitches because you're just so touch-starved, and it stings how his presence fills every gap Caleb left behind. He doesn't touch you again for the rest of the ride. Perhaps it was just your imagination or your wishful thinking, but you feel it. The way his restraint made him grip the steering wheel tighter. And the way you were planted with a bubbling heat between your thighs—you were the same. And fuck, it feels unfair—the way he satisfies the parts Caleb never touches. The way you crave this attention, even when you know it's selfish. Ignore it, you plead to yourself. Ignore it until you reach home. You replay it like a chant at the back of your head.

You unbuckle your seatbelt slowly, fingers shaking slightly from the cold air. "Thanks for today. It was..."

"Fun?" he offers, his cheeky smile in a different light tonight.

You nod, trying to smile as you shift in your seat. "Yeah." Was it awful that your selfishness hoped for something more? Thoughts of what-ifs ran through your mind like a buzz as you push the car door open, foot halfway out—when suddenly, he pulls you back in.

No, he didn't say anything. And you had no time to react either. You burn under his hands. One on your waist, the other on your cheek. He has you in a searing kiss, his mouth hot in yours like he's begging to be drunk in you. You gasp into his kiss, the only hesitation you showed, and after that, you melt. Arms clutching his shoulders, lips parting to let him in, too breathless to even think, too deprived to resist.

It's wrong. It feels wrong.

But it feels so, so good.

You don't know if it's loneliness, desire, revenge, or longing—but when Rafayel kisses you like he's waited his whole life to, you kiss him back like you don't care what it means. Because right now? You honestly don't. You're too focused on the burning sensation that he is so willingly offering you. Too busy to let him finally do what he's been aching to prove to you. You don't know who kissed harder first—if it was him claiming your mouth or you clinging to his neck like you'd drown without him. It all blurs after that.

He pulled you back in his car, his big hands on your waist guiding you to sit on his lap, closing the door behind you in the process. He swiftly adjusted the driver's seat to make more room for you and you moan in his kiss when he plants you on top of him, the bulge forming in his pants grazing your heat through the fabric. Your fingers trailed to thread through his purple hair. He had his hand finding its way to cup the swell of your breasts, the other to slide around to palm your ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he pulled you harder against his straining erection. His hands roamed all over your body, his touch leaving you craving for more. He could feel you trembling beneath his fingertips, your breathy sighs and soft mewls making him groan, his own body aching with every need he had never known before, his heart pounding in his chest as he lost himself in the sweet taste and scent of you.

Slowly, his hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress out of the way as he made it closer to your core. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your panties. And he broke away from the kiss to let out a curse. "Fuck, cutie, you're wet," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble as he rubbed slow, teasing circles over your clothed sex. You helplessly clung onto him, face nuzzling in the crook of his neck as you quivered in his touch. He could hear the soft, breathless whimpers that escaped your lips as he pushed your panties aside, sliding a long, thick finger deep in your slick, pumping it in and out slowly before inserting another one, stretching you just enough to make you quiver once more. He had you all for himself, your arms clinging around his neck as his fingers fucked you. You had no thoughts forming, not a single rational thought in your mind, when his fingers were enough to make your legs go weak from hunger and desperation.

He captured your lips in another deep kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he worked his digits in your tight cunt. His fingers curled, stroking along the ridges of your walls, like he's looking for something until he found it when you started whimpering, knees buckling as you struggled to keep yourself upright. He could feel you trembling, could feel the way your body tensed and clamped around him as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. And fuck, you were such a lovely moaning mess for him, the way your lips parted to moan for his name, how you eagerly grinded your pussy to match his pace. The obscene sound of your wet cunt was all that you could hear above the faint sound of the radio in his car. It was too much, and you wanted nothing more than a sweet release.

"Rafayel—Fuck. There. Please," you begged breathlessly in pants as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, hand in a fist in his hair. You hear him exhale a guttural moan, his other hand trailing down to spread your ass so his fingers could fuck you deeper. You were close, and he's trying so hard to keep his focus on making you cum and not on his poor dick still painfully sheathed in his pants.

His hand found your hair, tugging your head back to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss, making you moan in ecstasy as your body convulsed, walls clamping down on his slender fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. As the last aftershocks of your orgasm faded, Rafayel slowly withdrew his fingers from your needy cunt, your hot slick coating his fingers in pearly whites. You feel your body weight lean on him, and he immediately wraps his arms around you, cradling you on his lap. You were still trembling, and he did his best to calm you down by brushing your hair to the side to show your face, cooing to you so he could plant butterfly kisses all over your cheek.

"You're okay," Rafayel murmured softly. "You did so well."

You nodded faintly, too breathless to speak, your forehead resting against his shoulder as he cradled you in the dark warmth of his car. And your mind was suddenly no longer quiet. Because as his thumb caressed your back, your heartbeat settled, the ache in your chest returned, and the guilt started crawling right back.

You didn't regret the way it felt; it was who you were thinking about before it started, and that stings. How could you be so selfish? How are you supposed to face Rafayel now?

He didn't say anything more. He helped you get settled down and to fix yourself on the passenger seat. Maybe he didn't want to know what you were thinking either. And honestly? You don't blame him at all. You feel sick.

"You don't have to think too hard right now," he said, brushing a final kiss against your temple. "Just... let yourself feel."

And you did. For one last moment, you let yourself believe it was okay to want something, even if it wasn't what you thought it'd be. Even if it was just tonight. Even if you knew Caleb would never touch you like this.

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Blurred Lines | Caleb x You

synopsis: He's always been your safe place. You never once questioned the line between you...until that night you crossed it—accidentally. It was supposed to be a private photo, one you took from a fleeting moment of boldness. But your finger slipped, sending the wrong picture instead of the meme you intended for him, and before you could take it back, the image was already delivered to Caleb.

content: mdni, this mini-series will include angst, smut and fluff, childhood friends, LOTS OF YEARNING, seduction, piv sex, creampie, making out, oral (m! + f! receiving), fingering, i'll add more as i go!

pairings: childhood friend!Caleb x you, yearning!Rafayel x you

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"Fuck!" you cursed quietly into your pillow, phone almost sent flying across the room when you saw the message status: sent. delivered. Your stomach caves in, panic creeping in, all while blood is rushing up to your cheeks. It was meant for someone else. Well, not really. It wasn't meant for anyone in the first place. Just a photo you've taken impulsively on a bold night. The same photo that was accidentally sent to none other than Caleb, who's in your living room right now, who happens to also be your oldest friend. The DAA pilot who just crash-landed into your quiet life for a three-day visit, still smelling like stardust and jet fuel.

You hear him moving around outside, barefoot on your floorboards, the clink of glass against the sink. Has he seen it? Is he unaware? Do you have time to sneak around and delete it before he sees it? No, you can't do that. You'll only end up feeling guilty invading his privacy like that. You freeze at the sound of his footsteps nearing.

A faint knock on your door, and you panic once more.

"Hey." his voice was soft and calm, always the ever comforting you knew. "Everything okay? You disappeared." You can hear the worry in his voice.

You swallow hard before opening the door just enough to see his face. Calm your nerves fuck. You repeatedly remind yourself as you struggle to meet his soft eyes, the resemblance that of puppy eyes. He always does that, staring at you with so much longing that you almost mistook it for something else.

"Yeah," you lie. "Just...changing."

You wait for him to answer, and for a moment it looked like he might say something else. But he doesn't.

"Okay," he murmurs. "I'll heat up the coffee again."

You nod, but your heart doesn't slow. Because when the door clicks shut and you finally glance at your phone again—

he's seen it.

And he's still acting like everything's fine. You hate how good he is at pretending. It seems like between the two of you, you're the unfortunate one who has to double their efforts just to hide their feelings.

By the time you step out of the living room, Caleb is already back on the couch, long legs stretched out, a mug in one hand, scrolling through some mission report on his holopad like nothing happened. Didn't he just see you naked?

He glances up when you walk in, greeting you with his usual warm crooked smile.

"Your coffee's probably ruined," he says. "Tasted like regret."

You force a laugh. "So... like yours?"

He gives you a wounded look, his hand playfully on his chest. "Wow. Remind me why I flew across space for this again?"

You shrug, sinking into the opposite end of the couch, making sure to leave space between you. "No one else makes you bad coffee and insults your taste."

He hums in agreement, but his watchful eyes are still on you, soft, but you can feel the gravity of it reeling you in. Always looking for the things you don't say. And maybe that's what hurts the most. Because this isn't the first time he's looked at you like this. He knows. Like maybe he's wanted to say it before. But instead, he always laughs, jokes about something, changes the subject, and makes plans.

Just like now.

"I could head out around six," he says, tapping his pad. "Pick up groceries. I was thinking beef stew? I'll cook."

You nod too quickly, fingers awkwardly fiddling with each other.

Your voice was quipped, and he notices. He always does, he knows you like the back of his hand, always the first one to notice whenever things went south with your emotions. There's that tiny pause of breathing before he sets the pad down and turns to face you fully.

"Hey," his tone drops as it trails off, "About earlier..."

Your throat tightens. Fuck here it comes. You glance down at your hands, gripping your mug like it's the only thing keeping you from completely overthinking everything.

"I didn't mean to send it," you say quickly. "It wasn't—Caleb, I swear, it was a mistake." You struggle to meet his gaze, cheeks a rosy tint, your heartbeat pounding, ringing in your ears.

"I know," he says, but he doesn't sound entirely sure, or maybe he just doesn't want to be. You don't understand him at all.

The space between you falters, the silence deafening, so you look up. Somehow, without thinking, you both lean forward at the same time. His hand brushes yours, and your knees touch. His face is so close now, lips only a breath away. You can feel the heat radiating off his breath, the tension in his body like he's just barely holding himself back.

His hand reaches up, fingertips hovering just near your jaw, and you almost forgot to breathe with how painfully you wanted him to finally close the distance. But then, just as quick, he pulls back and the moment slips away.

"I should head out," he says, standing abruptly. "Groceries."

You nod, suddenly feeling numb and dumbfounded. What the fuck was that? You feel him hesitate to leave, but he just grabs his jacket and walks out the door, leaving you in silence.

Alone, you sink further into the couch, fingers trembling from the aftershock of what almost happened. Your chest aches in a way you can't explain, so you grab your phone and click on a familiar number.

Rafayel.

For a busy man, he surprisingly picks up on the second ring. "Hey, cutie. Finally remembered I exist?"

"...it's Caleb." you whisper, then you proceed to give him a brief summary of the humiliation you just happened to be in.

Rafayel's voice slides through the speaker, warm and bubbly with a charm only he carries.

"Of course, Caleb." he says after a beat. "Let me guess—he acted like nothing happened again, and now you're spiraling on the couch wondering if you should just leave town, and go into hiding with a new fake identity."

You groan. "I hate how accurate that is."

You hear him chuckle, his soft voice calming you a little. You sink further into the cushions, rubbing your face with one hand. "It was a mistake, Raf. I didn't mean to send it to him."

"Well, what a shame," he replies smoothly, "Because if you had sent it to me, I can promise you I would've given it the attention it deserved."

You choke. "Rafayel"

"What?" he says, feigning innocence. "You think I'd ignore a gift like that? No way. I'd be knocking on your door and telling you exactly how beautiful you are before you even had time to regret it."

Your face burns, thighs unconsciously pressing together. "You're unbelievable."

"I'm honest," he corrects, and you swear you can tell he's already snickering on the other end of the call. "And unlike some people, I wouldn't pretend I didn't want you."

You try to brush it off with a scoff. "You flirt with everyone."

"Not like this," he says, voice suddenly in a serious tone.

Your heart skips a beat. For a moment, the line goes quiet. It's not a deafening silence, but the type to make you completely aware of the burning sensation in your body. The way your fingers twitch against the cushion, the sudden awareness of the heat radiating from your own skin. It's ridiculous, it's wrong, it's not fair, and still, he makes you feel seen.

"I'm just saying," Rafayel adds, voice back to his usual cheerfulness, "If he keeps avoiding what's right in front of him... maybe you should start thinking about other pilots. Ones who know exactly what they want."

You swallow hard. "You're not helping."

"I never claimed I would," he laughs, and it's infuriatingly ear candy. "But I'll say one last thing."

You hold your breath in anticipation.

"If Caleb's too scared to look at you the way you deserve to be looked at...just think about it. That's all I'm saying."

His words linger; you can tell he wasn't kidding.

"Goodnight, cutie." The line clicks off.

And you're left staring at your ceiling, breath shallow, heart tangled, that is still stupidly aching for a man who never quite stays close enough for your reach.

hi hello this is my first post here in this blog. i'm excited to hear everyone's thoughts ! <33

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pairing: managing partner lawyer!jungkook x spoiled brat!reader x senior partner! redacted

genre: strangers/lowkey one sided enemies to ?? idk bec you irk him, angst, smut, like slight fluff, infidelity (jungkook has a girlfriend)

warnings: please read the other parts before this one! soooo in this chapter, you'll see a little emotional and the slightest bit more of physical cheating, descriptions of nudity, accidental flashing, umm foot 😵 and no i'm not explaining myself, hand holding 😋 good luck 👍 extra note: this is LOng btw. i will edit it soon, i think it needs a little refining but not too much! but yes it'll be done a bit later because im scared to read through this again !!ATTENTION!! even though this story features another member as a main character, this is still a jungkook x reader fic.

Nobody should be waking up this early on a Saturday. But you had a very important and hopefully fruitful day ahead. 

Kim Namjoon had promised to take you to the gym. Unfortunately, he didn’t plan for a separate event, instead, he just wrote you into his regular schedule. You preferred that though. That was the only way you’d get to see Jeon Jungkook in action.

You had been pretty passive about courting him lately. Joining Logan’s team was a lot more demanding than you had imagined. Nobody would let you slack off. Initially, they were quite understanding about your incompetence but once it began actively affecting their work, they weren’t shy to let you know it. 

Logan wouldn’t defend you either. So you had to suck it up and win them over through hard work. 

All the hard work was starting to pay off too. 

Logan had put you on a personal payroll. The amount wasn’t as much as the other employees earned (which was alright with you since you had no idea how big of a difference there was between yours and their pay cheques.)

You were being taught how to use Excel and some calendar app to set meetings up for people. 

You also learnt that these were public and everyone could see everyone's calendars. 

Apologies to the sixty people who saw your bikini laser and dick appointments on yours. 

Speaking of dick appointments; none of yours had been successful with Namjoon. It’s like the universe was keeping you apart.

There were three separate occasions where you were this close to finally getting laid. But the world was working against you, trying to enforce abstinence. 

The first time was the day you met Namjoon, your first day at work. Had Jungkook not walked in, you’d probably have fucked right there. 

The second time was a lot more humiliating. You were at his apartment and it was the first time you had seen each other completely nude. You were certain you were about to have the best sex of your life. The two of you were fully naked, making out on his expensive couch. His cock was rubbing and prodding against your wet and puffy lips. And then his parents came in. 

It happened too fast for you to react in time. So, yeah. His parents had seen… everything. Instead of staying on top of you (because it kept the two of you covered,) the idiot hopped off of you, almost hitting his head on his coffee table, putting both himself and you on display for his parents.

This pattern could not keep going. 

First Jeon Jungkook, now Mr. and Mrs. Kim. 

But it happened once again with Jungkook. Except, this time, he wasn’t physically present to break you up but he kept blowing Namjoon’s phone up. You don’t know what it was about but since Namjoon made you leave in a haste, you assumed it was work. 

After that, you had given up. Namjoon probably got his relief elsewhere because he didn’t seem half as frustrated as you, but it was whatever. 

Anyway, today, you HAD to make a move on Jeon Jungkook. This is what the universe had been trying to do. 

You NEEDED that man. He could fix you. You couldn’t find his Instagram and had to stalk through Namjoon’s instead for more intel on him. You don’t remember the last time you were this invested in something, or someone.

A loud bell finally wakes you. 

You groan, burying your face in your silk pillowcase, as it kept ringing incessantly.  

“I swear to God…” You threw your blanket off and padded barefoot across your carpeted room, then down the stairs to the main door. Where the hell was Logan?

When you opened the door, something flashy jumped at you making you wince--- “Mornin’, Pumpkin!” 

Followed by a ‘Hello, my kitty.’ from your mother. She breezes past you into your apartment. But her lackey, sorry, husband waits for an invitation that you don’t verbalise, “Stop calling me that, Seokjin.” 

“Come into the kitchen, dear.” You don’t know if your mother’s talking to you or Jin. 

As expected, breakfast was already prepared and displayed on the island: buffet style.

Ryujin, your private chef, had already left.

Logan emerged from the den, instantly latching on to your mother. 

You wondered if her day usually began this early or if it was just today. It’s like 6 A.M. (It was 8.)

Seokjin grabbed your plate and served you half a grapefruit and tofu pudding while you waited at the table, still a tad delirious. Your hair was a tangled mess that you’d need help combing out. 

The three adults joined you at the breakfast table a few minutes later. Logan presented you with your iPad to check your schedule, this time it was hidden from his employees. But of course, you played Candy Crush instead. 

Your brother made small talk about work and about how well you’re adjusting. Something about Seokjin’s new venture capitalist phase was discussed. Then your mother turns her attention towards her favourite daughter. 

You ignore her gaze and continue shoving the chocolate pudding in your mouth.

“Are you seeing anyone new lately?” 

You took extra long to respond, still chewing on the grapefruit-pudding combo. So, Logan answers for you— “Kim Namjoon.” 

At that, your mother’s eyes lit up, “Ahh, him. I have known his father for a while. Such a polite kid.” She then adds, “Very eligible.” 

Unbothered, you lean back, “He’s OK. Not seeing him.” 

You stretched your arms and legs. “I’m interested in someone else though.”

That made your mother pause mid-bite, “Oh?” 

“Jeon Jungkook.” 

Your mother blinked, now intrigued, “Namjoon’s… boss?” She tries to find the right word.

“Mhm.” 

Wasn’t he with someone already? Your mother makes a strange face but keeps her thoughts to herself. She has had enough of your bullshit. Ignorance is bliss. 

At least you’re aiming high. 

A few minutes later, you excuse yourself from the table. You hadn’t realised it was already half past 8. Namjoon would be here in an hour. There wasn’t enough time to get a hairwash in but you’re going to risk it anyway. 

You ask for Seokjin’s help with your hair. 

He tries too hard to parent you and Logan, you pity him.

Only fifty minutes later, Namjoon texts you just as you finish tying the last strap on your wrap top. 

At the lobby! Is visitor parking free? 

You had washed your hair, showered, dried your hair and lotioned up in record time. 

You swipe some more gloss on, adjust your cami and mini ruffle skirt, and kiss your mirror. 

You weren’t sure if you’d need a proper gym bag. You could just take Logan’s but it’s ugly. 

A towel and your Stanley was all you were carrying anyway. Apart from your phone and cards, of course. Namjoon could store those for you.

By the time you make it downstairs, you spot him near the entrance, scrolling through his phone. When he looks up, his eyes do a quick sweep of your outfit before settling back on your face.

“Wow?” He says, pushing his sunnies up to his head, “That’s your gym look?”

“This is activewear,” you reply dryly, stepping closer and adding, “Technically.”

It’s what you wore for pilates. The skirt had shorts attached to it underneath. But your breasts were a bit… under secured? A tinge risqué for the gym, but you weren’t planning on doing any heavy lifting.

Namjoon lets out a soft laugh and opens the door for you. "Noted. I’ll go easy on you anyway."

The sunlight hits you, blinding you instantly. You wanna fight it but tilt your face up, pretending to enjoy it. 

Maybe you could gaslight yourself into believing it was about to be a lovely day ahead. 

You wonder if Jungkook was there yet. 

Namjoon opens the door to the passenger seat for you and buckles you in, just so he has an excuse to get closer to your face and steal a kiss. 

Bless his heart. 

The gym isn’t what you expected.

Namjoon guides you inside and you stop at the front desk. 

Natural light streams in through tall windows. The gym is well lit and ventilated, tucked away from the street. It smells… good? Not like sweat, wet cardboard and disinfectant. It’s got, like, hints of oud, amber, something cologne-y and maybe eucalyptus. Quite inviting.

The front desk lady smiles at you prettily. You return it. Namjoon’s signing you in as his guest. You silently warn him against giving any of your personal information away.

There’s a hydration station to your left, stocked with little shot glasses filled with vibrant green liquid and larje glass jars of veggie-infused water. 

Your eyes flit around the room. The walls were pale and the machines looked shiny and clean. Even the music was just instrumental and low enough for it to not feel like a club. 

There were maybe fifteen to twenty people there. But you’re looking for a very specific people.

Jeon Jungkook. 

You were about to wonder if he was there at all when you finally spotted him. 

He was straight across from where you stood, knelt and leaning on this terrifying looking contraption. It truly looked crazy.

But more than his stance, what caught your eye was his arms. His entire sleeve of ink, which you had only caught glimpses of (IRL,) was on display. In person, it’s almost cinematic. You hadn’t expected to see him like this. Your stomach tightens out of nervousness. 

You bounce once on the balls of your feet without realizing it. 

When Namjoon’s finally done, he leads you inside with your pale pink tumbler in hand.

You wordlessly, excitedly walk a few inches behind him. 

It had been a while since you last saw Jungkook up close. Like, too long. 

And then, of course, like a slap in the face--- there she was. 

On the machine right next to him was Hyewon. With her hair tied up neatly, face flushed from the physical exertion, she wore a fitted, black zip-up jacket and matching leggings.

Your face falls. You’re not sure you recover by the time she spots you and Namjoon. 

Her face lit up with surprise, “_____! Hi!” You return a strained smile.

That’s when Jungkook stumbles. 

You see his legs drop a second too early from the machine as he glances over, following his girlfriend’s gaze.

His eyes land on Namjoon first, then on you. His eyes travel over your figure--- slowly--- and you’re certain it stalls somewhere around your chest for half a second too long before snapping back up to your face.

You’re frozen, already feeling the burn in your cheeks. 

Because Jungkook’s got piercings.

A small barbell at his brow, a silver ring at the corner of his lower lip, silver rings up his ears. What the fuck…

You needed a second. 

Jeon Jungkook had no right looking this hot.

You’re still recovering from the visual assault when Namjoon casually announces, “This is _____’s first time in a gym.”

Hyewon lets out a little sound of surprise. Jungkook doesn’t react at all.

You blink a few times and rearrange your head, finally managing to roll your eyes and shake the Jungkook-induced haze out of your mind.

“Let’s start you off with something easy…” Namjoon says, already steering you gently toward the cardio section. “Treadmill, maybe ten minutes?”

Uh, he was taking you to the wittle baby machines. No thank you.

“Nuh uh!” You interrupt, suddenly digging your heels in. “I wanna do what he’s doing.” You point straight at Jungkook like a toddler choosing their favorite toy.

Hyewon and Jungkook look at each other. Then back at you. 

Jungkook immediately shakes his head, straightening up next to the Roman chair. “No way.” He says flatly. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

If only he knew you’d been doing reformer pilates for the past few months. You think you can handle it. Sort of. 

But also, it’s kinda hot of him to be so… protective? Like the idea of you straining yourself concerns him. 

So you lean in a little, voice dropping just enough. “Oh…” You pout, “But won’t you help me?” There’s a glint of mischief in your eyes. 

He doesn’t even blink. “No.” He says, firmer this time. 

Then he turns away and gets back on the machine, leaving you and Namjoon a bit dumbfounded. 

Pfft. Whatever. 

You bite back a smile. 

He was mad.

How shameless were you? Were you actually flirting with him in front of his own girlfriend; your friend? 

Hyewon deserved better than you. 

(And him.) 

Hyewon breaths a smile through her nose, “If you need anything, let me know, okay?”

You look at her with a genuine smile, “Thanks, Wony. I think I’ll probably just go with what Joon’s doing first.” Insinuating that you’d seek her later. 

Namjoon smiles at her as well.

He then tugs you away, still feeling entertained by you and Jungkook. “Let’s start with the treadmill, come on.” 

You sigh dramatically, casting one last look over your shoulder. Jungkook’s full focus was on whatever activity he was carrying out. Hyewon’s beside him, adjusting her gloves. 

You follow Namjoon reluctantly.

The treadmill was whatever. Namjoon inclined it for you but it was still just whatever. Namjoon swore he thought you’d enjoy it the most. 

After fifteen minutes of that, Namjoon coaxes you into doing a few warm-up stretches. You generally didn’t enjoy doing these in public but you obliged anyway.

Then he puts you on a machine where you stand and cycle; an elliptical. Only fifteen minutes of this turned your legs into jelly. 

It was so embarrassing to fall straight into Namjoon after getting off. 

More so when you noticed Jungkook watching. 

You wanted to cry. 

Namjoon then patted your face a little, offering you a sip of his fruit juice. 

Then he gestures toward another one of the beginner-friendly machines--- the kind with a padded bench and two handlebars. A seated chest press machine? 

You take one look at the bench and recoil. No way you were sitting on that, nuh uh.

“Ugh, Namjoon, I’m not sitting on that.”

He looks at you incredulously, “Why not?” 

You mirror his expression, “Think about how many butts have been on it and then ask me that again.”

As if he knew what you were going to say, he sighs, already pulling a pack of sanitizing wipes from his gym bag. He had done this twice for the handles on the other two machines you’d been on. 

He gives the whole thing a thorough wipe-down--- handles, bench, even the adjustment knobs. 

You watch him with the faintest smirk. 

At least he’s learning.

“There,” he says, stepping back. 

You inch closer. Then wrinkle your nose. “Still looks gross.”

Namjoon stares at you for a second, then gives in with a groan. He shrugs off his jacket, folds it neatly, and lays it over the bench like it’s a cushion. You plop down dramatically, crossing one leg over the other.

You shrug a loose pigtail over your shoulder. An impractical hairstyle for the gym but you didn't want to compromise on your personal style. Also, your hair was super soft and silky that day.

♡ 

From across the room, Jungkook’s watching. He’s taking a break, a protein shake in hand, towel slung around his neck. He’s in disbelief, a little. There’s no way you were that high maintenance.

Such a goddamn princess.

Thank goodness Hyewon wasn’t like that. He got lucky. 

Almost on cue, Hyewon jogs up beside him, breathless and glowing, “Ok, ready!”

Jungkook sets down his bottle and adjusts the barbell for her with a small smile, checking the weight settings and spotting her like he usually did when they worked out together. It wasn’t often but enough times for them to have their own little routine, “Good job. You’re doing perfect, babe.”

Hyewon giggles breathily. 

You see all of it.

And you’re instantly annoyed.

Their whole… dynamic. Relationship, whatever. They’re so basic it pisses you off. 

Jungkook was so nice to her but he wouldn’t even smile at you. Like so what if that’s his girlfriend? Does he just never look at other people? 

.

Was Hyewon controlling? 

.

Yeah, no. Even the thought of it seemed ridiculous.

You watched him hold her waist and glide his hand up and down her back. 

This wasn’t what you signed up for. You weren’t gonna sit here and watch Jungkook feel his girlfriend up in public. 

You let out a huff and turn to Namjoon. “I’m done.” You sigh, standing abruptly. “I wanna go.”

Namjoon blinks. Now? “Wait, already?” 

It had only been a bit over forty minutes. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to start his own, proper work out.

“I’m bored. This isn’t fun anymore.” You pout, blowing your hair out of your face.

Anymore. So you were enjoying it? 

Maybe he could make you wait a while for him to finish up. 

“Why don’t you go get a steam with Hyewon? I’ll finish up here by the time you’re done.” Namjoon suggests, hopeful.

You don’t even entertain the idea. “Noo… it’s ok. I don’t want a foot fungus.”

You sneak a glance at the couple once again, feigning a stretch. They’re still engaged with each other. 

Ugh.

“I think I’m just gonna head home. Then maybe call for a massage.” You think a relaxing Thai massage would be perfect right now. “You can finish up here. I’ll see myself out!”

He sighs, wipes his hands on his shorts, and grabs his gym bag. “Wait. I promised you a meal anyway. Let’s get brunch instead?”

Oh, right. You hadn’t even cared for that bit. 

You blink. “I forgot about that. You really don’t have to-” - “No, I want to.” He smiles hopefully. You look unconvinced. 

Namjoon’s staring you down. He’s so persistent. 

You’re mid performing your eye-roll-flirting combo when a shadow appears beside you. 

Hyewon looks curious, a little concerned even. “Everything okay?” She noticed you and Namjoon having a bit of a disagreement so she had to check in on you. 

Namjoon turns to her with a friendly smile, “Oh, yeah, _____’s done for the day. We’re gonna head out actually.” 

Hyewon’s lips form an ‘o’ and she nods slowly. 

Then, as if it suddenly occurs to him, Namjoon says, “We’re just going to this little cafe nearby. You and Kook should join us. It’s not even ten minutes from here, he knows which one.”

W-

Wait a damn minute. 

When did this become a group activity? You hadn’t agreed to this!!

You turn your head sharply to glare at him. Neither of them catch on.

But Hyewon lights up instantly. “That sounds great!” She doesn't bother confirming with her boyfriend, knowing he’d agree to it if she asked nicely. 

Hyewon had been meaning to find a way to sit down with you one of these days. Maybe get to know you better.

What better opportunity was she going to get than this? Since her work lunches had never happened with you, she thinks this brunch may be an opening to more like these.

And just like that, your simple date with Namjoon… becomes something else entirely.

You were forced to wait for fifteen more minutes for His Highness to finish his post-workout steam session. You hoped he got a foot fungus. Who did he think he was making you wait around for him like some lap dog?

Jungkook reemerged from the changing room dressed in a white button down, dark grey trousers and dress shoes. You squint for a second. Was this just his regular getup? 

No, you’ve seen photos of him in regular people clothes. You shake it off. Maybe he was gonna return to the office.

Did he ever rest?

On top of waiting on Jungkook, Namjoon makes you walk ten minutes to the eatery. 

Namjoon walks beside you, holding both his gym bag and your Stanley Cup like a true gentleman. You hear Hyewon yapping behind you, attached to Jungkook’s arm like an accessory. 

You can’t help it. Every now and then, you glance over your shoulder. As does Namjoon, but for a totally different reason. He’s making sure they were all close together and you’re only sneaking peeks at Jeon Jungkook. 

It pisses you off when Jungkook doesn’t even return your gaze. 

What you don’t realise is that his eyes stayed glued to you when you weren’t looking. 

But in his defence, you're in his line of vision whether he wants it or not. So... Yeah.

When you got there, you were able to cut the line and get a table instantly because Jungkook and Namjoon knew the owners. 

It's a pretty little cafe wifh a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Inside, the host greets Namjoon by name and guides you to a circular table with two pairs of stools placed on opposite sides, facing each other. 

You take your seat beside Namjoon. 

Jungkook and Hyewon sit across from you. 

There’s not a lot of space--- your thigh is just barely touching Namjoon’s. 

“Joon, would you mind switching seats with me?” You ask sweetly, tugging lightly on his sleeve. “There’s a draft blowing right on my neck and it’s giving me a headache.”

“Yeah, of course,” Namjoon says without hesitation, already rising from his seat. He then offers you his jacket which you decline.

Uh, yeah, so there was no draft.

You just didn’t want to spend the next hour, or whatever, staring at Hyewon’s face when you could stare at Jungkook's instead. 

You’re finally straight across Jeon Jungkook. 

Jungkook’s arms are folded, elbows on the table, his muscles flexed. His brow piercing glints under the sunlight streaming in from the massive window behind you. He still refused to look you in the eye. 

Was he shy or something? 

He looks crazy gorgeous. You loved piercings on men.

His muscles were so hot. Namjoon was plenty muscular too but Jungkook’s were more toned and defined. And you like that a lot. 

For the first time, you find yourself being jealous of another woman.

You couldn’t believe Hyewon’s luck. She really gets to have Jeon Jungkook to herself and call him hers. 

You almost scoff. 

Well. You would just have to change that. 

Hyewon is already talking.

“I’ve been dying to try this place.” She exclaims, flipping the menu even though she clearly knows what she wants. “I’ve always heard them talk about it.” She directs at you. 

You smile at her, but your eyes flicker to Jungkook. His face is unreadable. His eyes flicker from the menu to his girlfriend. And then to you. 

He stares at the side of your head when you’re looking at the menu in Namjoon’s hand. You don’t notice because you’re focusing on Namjoon. He’s describing each drink to you and Hyewon. 

The two of you then end up picking the same citrus raspberry hibiscus iced tea.

Namjoon leans toward you and points to the smoothie section. “You’d like this one actually.” He explains, “It has like five kinds of berries.”

You weren’t in the mood for anything heavy so you shook your head at that. 

When the waiter arrives, Jungkook orders for everyone. Before he concludes, he looks at you, “Are you sure you don’t want the berry smoothie? It’s sweet.”

You almost freeze because this was the first time he had initiated a conversation with you in weeks. 

“Ok, I’ll try some.” You oblige swiftly. 

Namjoon raises a brow in fake-offence but lets it slide. 

Jungkook nods and adds it to the order. He then smiles at the waiter. 

You couldn’t look away. His smile was so attractive. 

What was going on here in this place right now?

Namjoon briefly excused himself to take a work call outside. You wave him off, asking him to hurry back.

Jungkook sighs deeply and leans back in his stool. As he relaxes, his shoe accidentally knocks against yours. At that, he suddenly straightens up and throws you a quick apology. “Sorry.” 

You simply smile at him.

"By the way..." Thinking quick, you use this chance to open a conversation with him now that you had his attention. "I really like your piercings. I have them too."

Jungkook has always loved receiving compliments on his piercings and body art. So he couldn't help but tell you about them.

He leans forward, "Thanks... I got my ears done in my late teens. Along with my first few tats on my fingers actually."

He purposely ignores the comment about your own piercings though. He did not need to think about that right now.

Without asking, you reach across the table and grab his hand with both of yours, bringing it closer. "Lemme see!"

He doesn't even flinch. Instead exhales a muted laugh. He had to admit that was kinda cute of you.

You run your fingertips gently over the small designs on his knuckles and sides of his fingers. They were a bit faded. Except for an emoji that you absolutely did not expect. It's the crazy looking one. 🥴. So silly.

"Do you have to keep refilling them?" You asked out of genuine curiousity.

Jungkook nods. "Yeah. These tend to fade a lot faster because your hands are always in use and exposed to the elements. And the kind of tattoos I chose are called fine line tattoos, they'd fade anywhere on your body since they utilise just one thin needle. But I prefer it."

You hum, tracing the patterns with a kind of reverence that makes Hyewon stiffen. "Hmm... Like if you get bored of it, you'd just need to wait for it to go away on its own rather than get it lasered off!"

"Exactly." Jungkook slightly smirked at you.

You’re quiet for a second, focused on his fingers, then look up at him with a grin. "These are so hot. Like criminally hot."

Jungkook huffs a little laugh but doesn’t pull away. His hand stays in yours.

You also shoot his girlfriend a smile so you wouldn't seem too forward or predatory.

Hyewon’s voice cuts through, casual but pointed. "That’s actually the first thing I noticed too!" With her eyes only briefly on you before settling on Jungkook. "When we reconnected last year. He had the eyebrow and lip, and I was like, wow."

You wait for more but it never comes. What the hell kinda anecdote was that?

But it made sense for her to approach him instead of the other way around.

Then you echo, still holding her boyfriend's hand, "Reconnected?"

"Yes. We were in the same uni. He's older." Hyewon smiles tightly. "And we met again at Choi Soobin's party." She adds at the end, "Last October."

Wait, Soobin? Now your attention was on her.

That man was your first friend in uni! He's two years older though, so you only spent a year with him closely. He taught you how to drink. And you stayed in touch ever since.

But he'd only had one public party last year. That had to be it! And you were there.

"Wait, his rooftop thing? I was there!!" You squeak.

Hyewon smiles wider now, nodding. "You were! You wore that white Chanel t-shirt. I loved that top. It's still my favourite look of yours."

It was like the most basic look you could've pulled together, but you don't say that. Maybe it was the lilies in your hair.

You beam, resting your elbows on the table. "Thank you, Wony." You then exaggerate with a phew, "That outfit almost cost me my life."

Sensing a story there, Hyewon stared at you questioningly.

Finally, you exaggeratingly roll yours eyes (not at her) and release her boyfriend's hand, preparing to narrate this thing that happened to you.

Undoing your wrap top for absolutely no reason, you begin with some background. "OK, so, there's a little boutique in Troye. Like two hours from Paris, maybe? It's an 'unofficial official' discount store for Chanel. You can only access it if you regularly spend a certain amount of money at Chanel though." You explain. "They don't like to advertise sales because that'll break the illusion of a luxury brand."

You didn't shop Chanel often, but your mother met the mark. That's how you gained access to it.

You were more of a Miu Miu and Sandy Liang girl.

Hyewon was now very intrigued. You had just given her some crazy insider info. Something she could use to her benefit.

"Anyway, this lady really wanted to play tug of war with that top. She was such a tiny woman but she actually flung me across the room!"

You had only gotten to buy that top because she got kicked out.

Hyewon was thoroughly entertained, even getting over the fact that you had been playing with her boyfriends hand nonchalantly just a minute ago. (And that he had LET you.)

Either way, she felt herself slowly growing a friendship with you. Like, a genuine one.

It was either really easy to impress Hyewon or she was just deluded.

Namjoon returns just as finish the tale about your wrestling match in France.

You spot him first and sit up straighter in your seat.

Jungkook looks up too, eyes flicking to his friend in silent question.

Namjoon shrugs, muttering under his breath as he drags himself back into his seat, “Handled.”

Jungkook nods once, accepting the vague answer.

You grin at Namjoon and say, “You just missed a really fun story.”

He plays along, amused. "Yeah?" - "Mhm." You nod, with your nose up.

Hyewon was just about to complain about the service when three plates appear in front of you seemingly out of nowhere.

It even startles the two of you. Goodness. Whatever that was all about.

Jungkook's stack of protein pancakes looked weird to you. But the whipped cream was a good choice. He also got himself a cup of coffee, without sugar or cream or anything. So bitter.

Namjoon got a bagel sandwich. It's stuff in a bagel, it's whatever.

So far, Hyewon had the best looking order. A pretty bowl of shrimp and other healthy looking stuff. You ask if you could take a picture of it.

She just nods excitedly, asking you to tag her if you post. You do.

(Somin is side-eyeing you, BTW.)

Your smoothie looked a bit menacing though. But only a sip told you otherwise. "Mmm!! Yum!" This was shot at Jungkook who just nodded satisfyingly, and then later Namjoon who shot you a smug smile.

You hum in content and reach out for the iced tea drink next. The tea tasted like soap.

Disappointed, you frown at your straw.

The flavours of the smoothie had overpowered the tea. You pout a little, and feel a little annoyed when nobody notices and says anything.

Jungkook did though.

Jungkook almost shook his head. Like, what did you expect?

Namjoon and Hyewon start talking about some high profile client who recently left Hyewon's firm to join J, K & K. You hear the name in passing, some tech company whose CEO allegedly had a meth addiction.

When Namjoon mentions something about a prenup, hinting that this CEO was getting married, you see Jungkook freeze for just a breath, his fork pausing mid air. His jaw flexes for a second before he resumes chewing.

He was clearly upset. You don't know why.

Jungkook was irritated by Namjoon's tendency to ignore confidentiality clauses. This could've been troublesome had you been someone else and listened to their conversations.

You snuck peeks at him, pretending to pay attention to Namjoon.

Jungkook's such a cutie. You doubt he even realises it. Sometimes, he looks so round. You bit your lip to hold back a smile.

Generally, a lunch date like this, where people had co-conversations away from you, would've bored you. But simply watching Jeon Jungkook was really fun. You don't know if he knew you were.

(He knew.)

Your legs are crossed under the table, and on impulse--- just to see what happens--- you uncross them slowly.

You slip a shoe off and inch your foot toward Jungkook’s. 

A second later, you’re sliding your sock clad foot onto Jungkook’s shoe. 

He feels it.

But doesn’t react. 

You take it a little further and rest your foot on his for a minute to test the waters. 

And nothing. Jungkook doesn't seem to care.

Hm… interesting.

You blink at him slowly like a cat. He was trying hard not to look at you directly. But, his eyes did involuntarily wander to you.

When he still doesn’t shake you off, you move up his ankle. You watch his reaction closely.

Jungkook goes stiff. 

Letting a shaky breath out, he takes a sip of his coffee.

Right at that time, you drag your foot up his calf. 

This makes him choke on his coffee and almost break into a coughing fit.

Namjoon and Hyewon abruptly turn to Jungkook.

Hyewon, alarmed, starts patting his back. “Are you okay, baby?”

You snatch your foot back, innocently watching him with wide, doll-like eyes. 

Jungkook furrows his brows, trying to hold his coughs in and shakes his head, reassuring his girlfriend, “Mhm. Yeah, it’s- I’m ok now.” He nodded.

When he recovers, like barely, Hyewon continues with her story, not wanting to lose her train of thought. But she glances at her boyfriend from time to time.

This was funnn. You smile cheekily.

Jungkook gives you a warning look, thinking, 'You better not act up again.'

You study him through your lashes as you suck on your straw.

And only a few beats later, you strike again.

This time, you’re bolder. Slower. Higher. Sliding your foot from his calf to his knee. Making circular, rubbing motions on it gently. 

Your core tingles a little, making you clench around nothing. 

You stare into Jungkook’s eyes, giving him a blank expression. But he could clearly see the mischief dancing behind your irises.

And then, you make the most tender move. You aim and press your foot directly on his thigh. 

Eep!

Suddenly, he grabs your foot, startling you thoroughly. You almost squeak but somehow manage to hold your shock in. Your eyes widened and fall to the plate in front of him.

He’s staring you down now, unbeknownst to Hyewon and Namjoon who are now looking at something on her phone. 

Jungkook holds your foot firmly on his thigh. He doesn’t let go. Your lips part a little, unsure of what to say or do.

You glance up at Jungkook through your lashes--- and he’s still looking right at you. Eyes narrow and sharp. 

You gulp visibly and your chest heaves faintly.

He squeezes the top of your foot ever so slightly and your stomach flips. You press on to him harder.

This. Was. So. Hot.

His hand covered almost your entire foot. 

Jungkook could probably manhandle you way better than Namjoon. Joon was strong but pretty clumsy. Jungkook though… He seems to know how to use his strength. 

Involuntarily, you moan a little.

“You okay?” Namjoon asks you. You were more than okay.

You snap your head at him and blink. “Mhm!”

Eventually, Jungkook lets go of your foot.

You behave for the rest of the meal. Still peering at Jungkook every so often.

You don’t know how Hyewon hadn’t noticed. And if she had, she didn't say anything.

You're relatively silent, only responding when spoken to. Something Jungkook seemed to find delight in.

He had managed to shut you up. That's a win in his books.

When the bill comes, Jungkook grabs it before Namjoon could.

Before he pays, he turns to you with a raised brow, “Are you sure you don’t want anything? You barely ate.”

You’re caught off guard by this.

Was he displaying... care?

You tilt your head, “I’m okay... I had breakfast with my family earlier.” 

“They have really good chicken salad.” Unconvinced, he suggests. “You could get a takeaway.”

You pause. The softness in his voice disarms you. You clench your toes in your shoes.

“I’m okay.” You affirm softly, hoping nobody notices your reddening cheeks.

He nods and proceeds to hand his card over to the server, sneaking one final glance at you.

Although you initially dreaded it, this joint lunch had been... so, so fruitful.

More than that, you now know your advances toward Jungkook were indeed approved.

It was weird though.

You sort of felt like a school girl with a crush on her teacher. Very strange.

note: sorry it's so goddamn long once again, i thought i could break it into two parts but i didn't want to make you wait any longer

i skipped sleep for this so please tell me if that was worth it or not, ok? lovely

also do you guys think jks gonna tell hyewon about this or nah

[glitterkoo]

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killah (jjk) [4]

pairing: managing partner lawyer!jungkook x spoiled brat!reader x senior partner! redacted

genre: strangers/lowkey one sided enemies to ?? idk bec you irk him, angst, smut, like slight fluff, infidelity (jungkook has a girlfriend)

warnings: please read the other parts before this one (all links are available on my pinned post) :3 no warnings here except for a hinted eating disorder (for our reader) and a little description of reader's tits 🤭

!!ATTENTION!! even though this story features another member as a main character, this is still a jungkook x reader fic.

The smell of sesame oil and garlic wafting through Hyewon’s apartment reached her nose long before she stepped in.

Jungkook had arrived hours ago, letting himself in with the key code she gave him months back.

He could barely think straight on the drive over, still stuck up on what he had walked in on just moments ago.

He'd meant to blow off steam. Just throw something quick and easy together. But his girlfriend's fridge was bare-EMPTY. It was empty.

So he dragged himself to the grocery store and stocked her pantry and refrigerator up.

Later, he ended up spending three hours in the kitchen.

Every free moment he had alone was spent chopping, slicing, mixing, and baking.

Anything to not think about you. With his colleague slash friend.

When Haewon finally got home, she was met with a dining table full of casseroles and lit candles.

"Wow..." She murmured, dropping her bag on the counter, "Did you do all this?" She wondered if he hired someone to cook for them.

"Oh. Hey, Won," Jungkook didn’t look up from the stovetop, "You said you liked the way I plate things." Finally glancing up, he smiles, "I'll do it in front of you now."

Hyewon didn't necessarily remember this but still smiled back and moved to hug him from behind. She lays her cheek on his back and Jungkook settles into her hold, simultaneously mixing by hand some spinach with minced garlic and oil.

Jungkook wiped his hands on a paper towel and turned, brushing his lips across Hyewon’s forehead before nudging her gently. "Go change into something more comfortable," he murmured, "I'm almost done here."

She grinned, still a little in awe, "Yes, chef."

Hyewon disappeared into her room, reemerging around ten minutes later in comfortable, cotton co-ord pajamas. Her hair was tied up in a lovely bun, and she had wiped her makeup off.

Jungkook pulled a chair out for his girlfriend. Then he plated some noodles, veggies, dumplings, and sauce in her bowl and sat across from her.

Hyewon took a deep breath and sighed pleasantly, thanking him softly.

She took a bite of one of the pork dumplings and moaned dramatically. "Oh my god. Did you make these from scratch?!"

“Mm." Jungkook nodded in response, not really reacting. He was chewing slowly, eyes cast down at his bowl.

Hyewon didn't think much of it at first. Jungkook could get quiet when he was tired. And she had no doubt he was exhausted after his extensive cooking sesh.

She started rambling about her coworker; something about a last-minute reschedule for a client’s property tour and then she complained about how her sister had called again to rant about the neighbour's noisy dog.

When Hyewon noticed her boyfriend hadn’t said a word in the last ten minutes, she slowed down.

"Hey..." She spoke softer, “Are you okay?”

Upon hearing nothing back, she reached out and placed a hand on his.

Jungkook snapped out of his daze and blinked like he’d been suddenly shaken awake from a dream.

"Yeah. God. Sorry." He shook his head, lifted his gaze. "What were you saying? Your sister and the dog again?"

She tilted her head, concerned but trying not to hover. "Yeah... but nevermind that!"

She reached for some sake. "How was your day?"

He intercepted and offered to pour the drink for her but faltered on hearing the question. Lowering the bottle slowly, "It was… fine. Weird."

He should just leave it at that.

It's not worth talking about.

You weren't worth the trouble.

But then--- "You remember Logan? Your friend's brother?" He could not stop himself.

Hyewon narrowed her eyes, yet again, not bothering to correct him on the 'friend' bit. "Uh... Yeah."

Where was this going?

"Apparently, he's got your friend working at the office now."

That made Hyewon straighten. Because there was no way you'd be caught dead at a place like that. You don't work! Especially not in a corporate setting like Logan's.

So what gives?

"Wait-_____? Working?" She actually laughed. It sounded even more ridiculous from her own mouth. "Doing what? Bullying people into investing into bad businesses?"

Jungkook's expression fell at that but he recovered instantly. He almost felt defensive for a millisecond there. "I don’t know. She said it’s just errands and admin stuff for the office."

Hyewon hummed, but then her smile wavered.

So, he spoke to you? How are you and her boyfriend suddenly coming into contact so frequently?

A bit quieter, she asks, "You'll see her often then?"

He lied, "Not really."

Well, it's not really a big lie. He would probably see you around quite a bit if you were screwing Namjoon. Gee. Just when he almost forgot about that.

"Actually..." He trailed off.

Just spit it out already.

"I walked in on her and Namjoon today."

Hyewon's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Walked in on...?"

Jungkook nodded, "Like… them. Together." He waved his chopsticks around and raised a brow to highlight together.

Hyewon's eyes widen a little. That was fucking fast.

Had you known Namjoon from before? Or had it really only taken you a day to bed him?

.

There was another pause.

.

And then Hyewon scoffed under her breath, letting out a small phew of relief. "Well," she laughed, "good for him, I guess."

But a beat later, her eyes narrowed. "Wait. Did you see her, like, see her?" She hated that the thought even crossed her mind. But there it was, thudding at the back of her head.

Hyewon isn't stupid. She had picked up on your interest in her boyfriend. Mostly because of how sudden and blatant it was. And even though you're allegedly with Namjoon now and even if she trusts Jungkook, she worries her boyfriend might have seen too much of you to ignore.

Also, rumour had it that you were a bit... unconventional with your dating.

So who knows what you're going to do next?

Jungkook understood what she was hinting at. And he decided to lie for real this time.

He doesn't tell her that your cheeks were flushed, or that your lipstick was smudged just slightly, or how your eyes had trailed him all the way out the door. And he definitely doesn't tell her how the image of your bare breasts was burnt at the back of his eyelids.

In his defence, they were just right there. Just... On display. A little wet and glistening from spit. Nipples perked. One of the prettiest areolas he'd ever seen.

Jungkook shook his head.

He didn’t know why he remembered those parts. Maybe it's just a trauma response. And human nature.

Jungkook looked at her and then down at his food, furrowing his brows, finally answering. "No."

Hyewon relaxed again, seemingly satisfied with his response, and stabbed at her noodles and veggies to get everything in a single bite.

"Honestly, if anyone could handle someone like her, it’s Namjoon. I just hope she doesn’t get him into trouble." She frowned a little.

Jungkook didn’t respond. Instead, his jaw flexed like he was desperately holding back an opinion. He agreed with her though.

Everything about your irritated the hell out of him.

You were clearly just some bored socialite trying to fill her day with fake work so you could feel important and useful.

He wouldn't have cared about you had you not been disrupting everything around him, distracting his coworkers and employees. And him.

It's just... So fucking typical. You were such a careless brat.

The following month, Jungkook noticed a shift in his routine.

Only a week after he told Hyewon about you, she was coming around a lot more, both at work and home.

Sometimes she'd ask if he was free for lunch, and other times she'd just show up. Always carrying his favourite kombucha and a lovely little bento. And almost every time, she'd bring extra servings for Namjoon and you.

Jungkook wasn't complaining but it was starting to be a bit... much.

And with her almost constant presence, he saw way less of you.

Again, he's not complaining but simply making an observation.

If you and Namjoon ate together or hung out, it was always off-site or locked away in his office. It's like you never wanted to cross paths with Hyewon and him.

Jungkook didn't know how to feel about that.

On one hand, he isn't surprised because you had been bitchy towards his girlfriend from day one, but on the other, he thought you were very comfortable with him.

He probably shouldn't be thinking about it like that though. What kind of boyfriend did that make him?

You didn't stop by Namjoon's during lunch or hover near Jungkook's office anymore.

The only time he'd really see you was while checking in.

Even then, you had stopped trying to talk to him. Instead, you'd be busy tapping away at your phone or clinging on to his partner whenever he was present.

Jungkook would also occasionally spot you with Namjoon near the new coffee cart in the lobby.

Yes, you got your mother to make space for a coffee cart in the lobby.

You couldn't wake up early and then make coffee along with all the other things you need to do before work.

The things you do for dick...

Every time you're there, you'd always have Namjoon wrapped around you.

It irked the hell out of Jungkook.

He told himself it was the unprofessionalism. The disregard for workplace rules and boundaries.

You weren't even his employee but he swore he saw more of you during your first week than Logan.

Now, he barely knew if you were around.

And maybe that should've felt like a win.

But it didn't.

Work wasn't terrible. And that's being generous. This is the conclusion you've reached after a little over a month at your brother's company.

The harsh white overhead lights hurt your eyes. You hated being at the same place for hours at end. The coffee machine was too noisy and constantly being used. Someone always had something for you to do, the work was never-ending. It was overwhelming.

So you occasionally took hour long breaks, sometimes twice or thrice in a day (which were usually spent napping in Namjoon's office.)

It was so much work.

Albeit easy, you just weren't accustomed to this sort of schedule. You liked your sleep. You needed a lot of rest.

Now you understood socialism. You don't know how people did this daily for such less perks.

But, surprisingly, slowly, you were adapting.

You even made a friend, Sua. She was your age and fun to have around.

Logan had even begun assigning you more responsibilities as time went on, hoping to get you to be more diligent. Even though you still took random mental health days and still ignored calls when you were sick of speaking, you still showed up at work. You were present. Which was a win in his book.

Sometimes you'd surprise yourself (and everyone else) with how quickly you'd finish your tasks.

You'd never admit it but it's almost... rewarding to tick things off your to-do list.

That said, your favourite part of the day was still lunch.

That's when you'd rush to see Jungkook.

Although lately Hyewon had always been with him, it's still nice to get a glimpse of the guy.

You always tried to avoid her though. Whether it was the guilt or the fact that you just didn't care about her, you didn't know.

Just like that, once again, you're Jungkook-less during lunch, simply strolling through the nearest garden with Namjoon and Sua.

It was pleasant and breezy. The wind made your hair fly everywhere though. So you clipped it up.

Namjoon interlaced hos fingers with yours on one side and Sua held your other hand. You were sort of a bridge between them, holding them together. But you weren't really paying attention to their banter.

Sua was deep into her rant about the unjustified expectations people have for their potential partners. "She literally said she wants someone who works out five days a week, and I’m like… ma’am, we work in corporate. Like who has the time?!"

Namjoon nodded sagely. "No, but honestly? I get it. Health is wealth, right? I work out pretty regularly. Every other day, if I can."

Hm. Yeah, he totally works out, everyone can tell.

Sua grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, but you're the boss, you can get time off whenever. Not a fair comparison to the rest of us."

Namjoon looked like he wanted to disagree but he knew she was right.

"I've never been to a gym before." You blurt.

Well, you had been inside a gym but it was a pilates studio with the pilates machine thingy. You had never seen anything other than a treadmill before.

Both of them turned to you in utter disbelief.

"There's no way. You're lying!" Sua's almost jealous of you.

"No. Never really had to." You shrug. "But I do pilates. And aerial yoga. That’s enough."

You leave out the part about your intense, restrictive diets because that's a whole new issue for different day.

"That's nuts," Namjoon was already shaking his head. "We’re fixing that. You’re coming with me next time. Just once. I need you to experience a treadmill. Or a squat rack."

Uh. Yeah no, thanks.

"Pass." You scrunch your nose in disgust. "Don't wanna experience sweaty bodies and bad playlists."

Namjoon wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Ahh, c'mon now. It'll be a fun date. Jungkookie and I usually train together so you know I'll be a good teacher."

Oh?

You blinked.

Your head tilted slightly.

They worked out together?

Sua noticed the shift in your energy immediately and shot you a questioning look.

"Hm..." You pretend to think.

"I'll treat you to a good meal after." Namjoon attempted to persuade you.

If Jungkook's going to be there, you're absolutely going. It's the perfect chance to get closer to the man.

Fuck, this was it.

Bless Kim Namjoon.

"Well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to check it out. Just once."

Namjoon raised a brow, "That’s all it took?" He had mistakenly thought you agreed in exchange for food.

You gave him your sweetest smile and definitely didn't correct him.

He then peeked past you at your friend, "Sua? You wanna come see the princess at work?"

Sua shook her head. "Tempting, but no can do. I view working out as a solitary activity."

You had tuned them out once again.

This time your head was filled with scenarios of yourself and Jungkook.

Would he hold your waist and guide you on the machines? Would he let you dab his sweat with your towel? Maybe he'd even give you a little shoulder massage...

You needed to plan the perfect outfit. You were not about to let this opportunity go to waste.

Hopefully Logan would be okay with you leaving early today since you had been in the office every other day this week. And you hope everyone else has got their shit together. Because you were going shopping now.

next: killah (jjk) [5]

note: here we gooo

please don't be a silent reader!! love it? hate it? i wanna hear all about it :D kiss kiss

the real bullshit starts next chapter 😛 you're gonna see... A lot... and i'm already so excited to write and release it for you guys to see like!!!!! eeep!

[glitterkoo]

what the actual fuck? Omg? I feel like I was whisked away in this romance and now I’m sobbing????? IT HURTSSSS AAAAA

Wishful Thinking

PAIRING ➩ jungkook x reader

WC ➩ 20k

SUMMARY ➩ Born and raised in the busy city, you are in for a major life shift when you’re sent to the country side. You imagine the farmers son won’t be much help. (nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter)

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ Marking this as my official leave from retirement. This is the first work since Skin on Skin I feel a genuine connection too and I can proudly say I love it a lot. I hope you like it as much as me! Please check out the playlist and listen as you read if you'd like

Growing up in the city had influenced a few factors of your core development and the way you went about life. You took a second to open up to strangers, had faster reflexes than most people you’d met from other places and could ignore the sound of a horn two feet from your ear. 

What it hadn’t done is making you a spoiled and sheltered brat, although you imagined your father would place some strong disagreement on that statement. 

It absolutely had not made you the type of person that was so ‘out of control’ you needed to be sent to the middle of absolute nowhere to learn a thing or two about respect and taking care of things other than yourself.

This was not an issue you had and you could not fathom the fact you had been in the car for six hours now heading towards your new summer hell. You were in your early twenties and you should have slammed the door in your fathers face when you opened it to his scowl but sadly, his name was on the lease and he probably would have had the door  removed.

Instead you had packed two bags, said bye to your precious cats and dragged your feet all the way to the car.

You imagined your fathers vehicle had never seen so much dirt in its life and even he seemed a bit bothered by the gravel roads that left a cloud of dust all over his doors and windows. Your father had been raised almost exactly the same as you so it felt a bit ironic and hypocritical.

It was not your fault he was a wealthy businessman, stationing his small family in the bustling streets of the city instead of a nice sized home somewhere. Your idea of dinner around the table was grabbing a bite to eat at the local pizza place, your fridge covered in project plans and work reminders instead of toddler art and positive report cards.

Your dad had raised you in a cold apartment suited for a bachelor, leaving you to get your fatherly advice from doormen and paying cleaning ladies extra to change your diapers. He was somehow still surprised to see you standing with a glare on your face as you exited the car and stared at the farm house. 

“Atleast try to be pleasant.” He mumbled under his breath, the familiar expression he had whenever he felt embarrassed by you creeping up on his face. You had seen it your entire life, when you stood too slouched in front of a client or stuttered giving a speech at a company dinner. 

You sent him a stronger dirty look that easily slid off your face when the door opened. 

Despite what he may think, you actually were not a terrible person and you had no intentions of disrespecting the home owners even though you would rather eat the horses hay than have to stay here.

It was actually a beautiful home, grand in size with a large wraparound porch and land full of crops and various sized barns and pens. 

There had been a faint memory of coming here a handful of times when you were younger, listening to your father take a gentle and relaxed tone you had only heard a few times and playing with the farmers boy that was around your age.

That had been a lifetime ago and while the landscape was relatively nostalgic and familiar, you had changed so drastically that you couldn’t feel more out of place if you tried. 

You watched as the large bearded man approached your father, pulling him into a tight hug unlike his friends back home who would greet him with a firm handshake. This man clearly did not care about your fathers hesitance to embrace him, the rim of his cowboy hat knocking your fathers thin framed glasses slightly askew.

You had a hard time holding in a laugh at his dishevelled appearance after the bear hug and the man's sights set on you right as a smile crept up on your face.

“There she is.” He greeted you like he was an uncle you saw frequently and your eyes widened at the realization he was coming to give you a similarly tight hug, knocking the breath out of you as he nearly lifted you from the ground.

“Sorry honey, we are huggers around here.” You hadn’t even noticed the small woman behind his staggering frame and you caught her gentle eyes in your gaze right before she pulled you in for a much softer hug. “Except for my son sadly. He didn’t quite inherit that trait I suppose.”

The boy hadn’t left the porch, a few feet behind his parents as he stared at you and your father with an expression that was much colder than his warm parents held. You could tell he had already built some bias around your visit and you didn’t mind considering you had done the same, defenses building at his sour look.

“I’m sorry but I..” You trailed off awkwardly as you glanced between the bubbly couple, hoping they could understand so you didn’t have to tell them vocally that you had no idea who they were. The woman's face dropped just slightly but the farmer gave you a soft smile as he cupped your arm.

“That’s alright honey.” His gentle tone almost made you want to turn around and jump head first into the car, creeping its way under your skin and making you feel like that little girl that used to sneak branches in her room to use as a christmas tree. “It’s been lifetimes since we got to see you.”

His gaze fell over your shoulder towards your father with that statement and you almost thought it sounded hostile, or however hostile somebody so warm could manage. Your fathers throat clearing behind you confirmed your belief and you looked down at your feet as you were ushered inside. 

You learned from listening in on the conversation silently that he was in fact a bit upset with your father. The man, Minchul apparently as you heard his wife softly calling him, had made a handful of comments about missing out on your life that he was attempting to disguise as jokes.

You had watched enough tense conversations with businessmen to be pretty good at picking up on what people actually wanted to say. Your father responded each time with a different excuse about being busy but you knew he wished he could tell the farmer that he simply outgrew him and whatever this dynamic was.

The woman had told you softly that her name was Nari and you watched as she barely sat down, bouncing between the table and the kitchen whenever she noticed somebody was running low on their drink or the finger foods she had prepared. 

Her tending to you all didn’t feel like the panicked way your fathers cooks would try to keep him pleased and calm but rather like she enjoyed taking care of the people around her, eyes bright whenever you thanked her or took a bite of something she had made.

“Jungkook will be helping her with her chores and duties.” Minchul’s low voice was bringing you back to the conversation, interest spiked as you realized they were discussing your stay there. 

You had very little information about how long you would be here or what exactly you were meant to accomplish but your eyes shifted over to the son at the mention of his name, sitting across from you and also not having spoken a word. 

He was staring at his father as he spoke, gaze unwavering and still as cold as it had been outside. You had realized outside that he was the same boy you had played with when you were a kid but he had clearly changed as much as you had because he no longer had an ounce of welcoming energy to him.

“If she gives you any trouble son, feel free to call me.” Your father was speaking directly to him like you weren’t even there and Jungkook’s jaw shifted at the use of the word ‘son’. 

A smile almost crept back up at the interesting reaction but it faded as soon as he looked at you, curious like he expected you to say something snobbish in return to your fathers jab. You didn’t have any plans to, used to him warning people about you like you were a walking disaster.

“I’m sure we can manage.” His voice was flat and lacking any real care but you hadn’t figured he would reply at all, let alone with something borderlining disrespectful. 

The rest of the table seemed to agree because the room fell silent at his comment and your dad seemed taken back by the fact Jungkook hadn’t immediately agreed with his implication. You barely moved, not wanting to put yourself on the wrong side of things while he was still here.

“Apologize.” Minchul was speaking the word hushed and you looked at him with widened eyes, not even realizing it had been him speaking considering how cold it came out. It was completely different to the tone he used with the rest of you but Jungkook didn’t seem affected at all.

“I’m sorry sir.” He said it easily, practiced and lacking any real apology. It seemed the phrase alone was all his father wanted to hear because his shoulders lost tension and he awkwardly patted the table as he changed the subject to something about your dads car.

You removed yourself mentally from the conversation again but you caught the way Jungkook’s mom rubbed his shoulder soothingly as she passed him on her back to the kitchen.

----

“You are really just leaving me?” Your voice was icy as you watched your father toss your bags out of his car, squinting his eyes at the dirt it brought into the air and glaring at you like it was your fault. “I don’t even know these people.”

“I do.” He said simply as he closed the trunk and watched you with disappointment swirling in his gaze. You could tell there was a lot he wanted to say to you but as always, he left it plain and gave you a firm nod that you knew put an end to this conversation.

You did nothing but watch as he got into the driver seat and pulled off down the dirt road, headlights disappearing behind the trees and fields of corn. You sighed softly and sunk down on the rocky path way, not really caring if they were watching from the window and judging you.

You didn’t know these people and it was hard to even process that this was really happening to you right now. The sun had fully set when you stopped thinking yourself away and you realized you had been outside for a lot longer than you had meant to be. 

Nobody had come out to get you or even check if you were alright but you figured they were just giving you the space to throw your internal tantrum before inevitably accepting your fate and figuring out what to do from there.

Your sigh turned into a dragged out and low groan as you buried your face in your dusty hands, cringing away when you felt the sting of the debris entering your eyes and realizing you felt like you were going to cry regardless of the pain.

“You sleeping out here?”

You jumped at the sudden voice coming from your right, looking sideways at a pair of dirty and ripped boots before trailing up the tall frame and landing on Jungkook and a raised eyebrow. He had been the last person from the family you expected to come outside to collect you and you groaned again.

“I just need a minute okay?” Your voice came out cold but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about his feelings right now. He was unwillingly participating in your banishment but it was still participation in your eyes and for that alone, you disliked him.

“City girls and their minutes.” It was mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t even warrant it with a reaction, staring numbly at the gravel and willing a loose horse to run him over with your mind. 

He didn’t leave the entire time you sat there and you could feel him staring at your back as you practically curled into a ball. Eventually you stood up calmly, dusted yourself off and headed inside the house.

----

Jungkook had silently left your bags at the foot of your door and disappeared down the hall into what you assumed was his own, soft music coming from behind the peeling wood. You left your door open, feeling awkward in the unfamiliar room like you had somehow broken into this nice family's home and crawled into a random bed.

You barely slept at all the first night and the sound of the roosters screeching only two hours after your eyes actually closed was enough to make you consider hitch hiking back to the city. 

The entire family was downstairs in the kitchen to your dismay and you couldn’t fix your face in time, seeing the concern radiating from Nari as she took in your exhausted eyes and closed off demeanor. You mumbled a morning greeting and shifted onto the seat furthest from them all.

“Did you sleep okay?” She asked softly as she placed a glass of orange juice in front of you and you nodded at her, both of you knowing you were being nice rather than honest. She pursed her lips and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder for a second as reassurance that she understood. 

“Good because you have a long day today.” Minchul sounded as cheerful as yesterday but there was an underlying tone to his voice that made you not want to disobey him. He made pleasant conversation with his wife as you and Jungkook ate silently on the other side of the table.

Jungkook hadn’t even waited for you to finish eating, cleaning off his place and kissing his mom on the side of the head before pushing through the front door. You watched in disbelief as he left you behind, scarfing down the rest of your eggs and rushing after him, nearly tripping down the stairs as you followed him to the largest barn.

The smell was assaulting but you didn’t visually react, not wanting to give him the satisfaction considering he was leaning against a slate of wood and watching you for any signs that you were going to complain.

When you gave him a firm and determined stare he was tossing a silver bucket in your direction, both of you tracking it as it hit the barn floor and bounced a few times.

“Seriously?” You remarked, your first real word of the day being forced out due to disbelief. He didn’t answer and instead entered one of the stalls holding a large cow. “Couldn’t just hand it to me?”

There was no reply again and you sighed as you followed him, scowling when you saw the black and white animal staring at you with a bored expression. Jungkook slid a small stool over to you before leaning back again on the wall of the stall. The cow took a step towards him and you flinched back as its large belly almost pushed you over. 

“Am I supposed to do something with him?” You gestured at the stool and cow in confusion and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. 

“She’s a girl.” He said simply and you gave him an incredulous look, feeling like you were going insane from attempting to communicate with him. “You’re supposed to milk her.”

You stared at him silently for a few seconds, trying to figure out if he was joking or not before glancing at the bucket and realizing he was apparently very serious. You took a breath so deep that it moved your entire body as you tried to calm yourself, ignoring the slightly amused look he grew at the action. 

You hadn’t even sat fully on the stool before he was speaking again.

“Wrong.”

You glared at him and adjusted your position, leaning forward hesitantly to reach out to the cow. 

“Wrong again.”

Another attempt, a different section of the utters that looked as foreign as the rest of the large creature. She shifted like she felt as awkward as you did for touching her and you sighed at his lack of interjection.

“Touch her there and she’ll probably kick you in the face.”

You let out a loud and bitter laugh that made the cow grunt softly, standing from the stool and shoving it in his direction. He watched you quietly as the rage built up inside you, even more so at the indifference on his face.

“If you aren’t even going to attempt to help me, then you go ahead and do it.” You spat as you pointed between him, the bucket, and the cow. He didn’t say anything again and the silence was somehow more annoying than him making small comments towards you. 

He wordlessly moved the stool and you sat down with a huff, at first just picking at your fingers and then deciding to actually watch as he milked the cow. It was slightly interesting, especially considering your current options for entertainment.

His hands were gentle with the animal and she seemed a lot more relaxed now that he was the one near her undercarriage and not some strange girl with tense shoulders and shoes that definitely weren’t made for a barn floor. It was intriguing to you to watch the cows body language change so outwardly. 

Jungkook finished up after some time and you followed him to his next set of chores. This time and the next, he didn’t bother trying to get you to do anything. Instead he did them all easily and allowed you to simply watch as he herded the sheep into their pens, poured disgusting sludge into the trough for the pigs and dragged the stubborn horses back into the gated area. 

By the end of the day, you were exhausted without having done much at all.

He didn’t even seem phased by the fact he had spent the entire day in the sun doing hard physical labor and you sighed as he walked ahead of you back to the house. 

You felt like an invisible shadow following him around all day with little to no conversation between you and it pained you to watch the sun set knowing you had wasted your time and learned nothing but the fact Jungkook was a stubborn asshole.

His dad was waiting on the porch as you approached and you watched as Jungkook’s back hardened at the sight of the kind man. He was smiling largely but it was past his son and towards you, clapping his hands in delight as he took in the dirt on your pants and your sweat dried hair. 

“How was your first day?” He asked warmly as you ascended the steps. Jungkook had slowed down to let you pass and he lingered at the patch of grass near the bottom. “Was he a good teacher?”

The shift in his tone made you glance backwards towards the teacher in question and his flat face showed no sense of what he wanted you to say. You felt like you were hesitating too long and you turned back to Minchul with a soft smile.

“The best. I learned a lot actually.” You said gently and he smiled proudly, a large hand between your shoulder blades as he led you inside for dinner. 

Jungkook was as silent as always but he didn’t look as unimpressed with you when you caught his eyes across the table. There was a beat of nothing before he gave you a small nod, enough for you to understand he appreciated you lying to his dad for him.

Dinner was calm and quiet as you zoned out from exhaustion and you barely flinched when his parents asked you to work together to get the dishes washed and dried quickly. You moved on autopilot to the sink and responded with a light mumble as they wished you both a goodnight. 

Jungkook stood wordlessly next to you, taking each wet dish you handed him as he dried them precisely with a towel. It was quiet through the first half of the sink and then he was clearing his throat with a hint of awkwardness. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” He said in a near whisper. You didn’t even glance at him, handing over another dish casually.

“I didn’t do anything but spare myself the awkwardness of watching you get lectured.” Your tone was flat like it genuinely meant nothing to you but you figured you both knew the reason you had done it. He seemed tense at your answer so you sighed softly. “I know what it’s like to have a dickhead for a father.”

He paused his movements when you said that and you wondered if it was the wrong thing to speak into the quiet kitchen before you heard him laugh softly under his breath. 

It didn’t take a psychologist to realize Jungkook had a different relationship with Minchul than most other people would. His cold and harsh tone towards his son seemed to come out of thin air the second he laid his eyes on the younger man and you felt yourself becoming more nosy than you should be.

Their dirty laundry was none of your business and you hurriedly finished dishes. 

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The next day's chore list actually seemed a bit more lax and you quickly understood that he must do all of the extremely difficult things at the end of the week. 

Monday was more about maintenance and you felt a little guilty for doing nothing yesterday so you were glad that you could actually help with some smaller stuff, both going stir crazy from doing so little with yourself and also feeling useless the more he sweated and moved around.

You helped sweep loose hay from the stables, collected eggs from under the squawking hens and even assisted him in filling up the water barrels with fresh and clean gallons. You were actually feeling a little satisfied with yourself when the day started to come to a finish and you glanced at him to see what you had to do next.

He surprised you when he pulled two small items out of his jean pockets, fidgeting with them until the lighter was producing a flame that he used to light the rolled up paper. You eyed him curiously as he inhaled around the joint before stretching his hand out towards you without so much of a glance or a word.

“Wow.” You breathed out a mocking laugh as you took it from him, studying it before putting it between your lips and speaking around it. “I am genuinely shocked right now.”

He laughed flatly at your tone and looked at you from the corner of his eye. You were sitting on a small hay bale while he leaned against the large wheel of an old tractor, behind one of the barns a bit further away from the house. 

“It’s rude to make assumptions about people.” He said flatly as he took the joint back but you knew he wasn’t serious, lightheartedly replying to you and only furthering your bewilderment.

“What would your dad say if he knew you were getting me stoned right now?” You were only teasing and you hoped he could tell by the tone in your voice, it seemed like he did because he shrugged his shoulders casually. 

“Less what he would say and more what he would do.”

The statement was heavier than he intended it to be and you both fell silent at the darker implication to his words. He passed it back to you and you watched him for a long moment before hitting it, seeing the way he almost winced at himself for saying something so awkward. 

You let it hang in the air for a few minutes as you listened to the sounds of his inhales paired with the animals in the distance as they got ready for bed. EVentually you were sighing and his eyes went to you, almost in anticipation.

“Good thing I don’t tend to make a habit of reporting back to fathers.” You lifted your shoulders like it was a simple thing to say and his face flashed with something heavier again. 

You’d smoked weed before a few times but Jungkook either had some especially strong country grown shit or your tolerance had significantly diminished because you somehow ended up in one of the sheep fields, both flat on your backs as you looked up at the stars.

For once you appreciated the fact he didn’t talk much because you felt a bit ridiculously emotional at the sight of them all. A childhood of light polluted skies had robbed you of star gazing and pointing out made up planets so it was overwhelming to see so many of them above you. 

Jungkook seemed to be thinking similarly despite growing up under this sky, his mouth parted a bit in awe every time you glanced over at his side profile a few feet away from you.

“I get why you guys like it out here now I think.” You said wistfully, voice a little breathier than you realized it was when it was escaping you. He laughed a little at the sudden declaration and it didn’t seem as mocking as it had a few hours ago. 

“Thought it would take longer to whip you into shape.” He joked back, voice a little higher than normal and you figured it was the high having settled in that was making him more comfortable to engage in conversation with you. “Some sweeping and a view was all you needed to appreciate the simple life?”

He was clearly messing with you and almost mocking your fathers reasoning for sending you here but you felt a light sting deep in your chest. 

Jungkook was not the reason for it but he was the accidental messenger of the rhetoric your father had been spewing at you since nearly middle school. He couldn’t fathom a world where you cared about things or paid attention to people other than yourself.

It felt impossibly suffocating to argue with somebody who had a different reality in their head, left wondering how would you begin to correct a version of yourself that didn’t exist? 

There were no number of saved movie tickets and sentimental souvenirs, no hours spent making your friends a sloppy birthday cake instead of buying them something store prepared, and no amount of love and empathy in your heart that could convince him you were a thoughtful person. 

“There's nothing simple about this.” You ignored your heavier feelings as you raised a limp hand to gesture to the endless sky.

“I’m sure the city has its own views.” He retorted and you turned your head to the side when you noticed a hint of longing in his voice. He stiffened like he could feel you staring but didn’t look at you, eyes a bit more shifty. 

“Breathtaking ones. I never get used to it.” You said back softly, wondering if that was something he wanted to hear or if it would fuel the fire to his apparent inner conflict. You were left wondering because he didn’t reply to you. 

The silence didn’t last as long as usual, the intoxication in your lungs making you both a little less awkward and a little more lax when it came to unraveling useless information. He told you about the town's small population and how everyone he passed had probably changed his diapers at some point and you ranted about your cats back home and how guilty you felt for leaving them alone.

“Why didn’t you bring them here?” He said like it was an obvious option, maybe too high to remember that you weren’t exactly on a purposeful vacation. Your silence seemed to remind him of this fact and he kissed his teeth in realization. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“Your parents?” You said in confusion, rolling over onto your side in the grass so you could face him and groaning softly at the tightness in your back. He glanced at you and nodded, still laying flat and staring at the sky in between looks. “I don’t have anyone who would bring them here for me.”

Your voice barely held any bitterness, it was just the truth. It was a pretty big favor to ask even to somebody you would consider a friend and you didn’t even really have any of those anyways. 

“Assuming you don’t know how to drive a stick.” He said thoughtfully and you shook your head with a light eye roll at his subtle jab. “I can take you.”

“What?” You sat up and he did the same, although avoiding looking at you head on. “Why would you do that?”

He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal he just offered to drive you twelve hours round trip just to bring your two cats all the way back here. He glanced back towards the house, the warm glow of the porch lights small considering how far out you were, and then back up towards the never ending sky full of stars. 

“Gives me a break from chores.” He said noncommittally like he was offering to do a load of laundry for you. 

You woke up the next morning with a soft knock on the guest bedroom door, opening it to see Jungkook leaning against the side of it with truck keys dangling around his finger. He gave them a little spin when he saw your eyes widen in surprise that he parents had actually agreed to the request he had made this morning after your conversation in the field.

You nod your head in understanding and close the door so you can hurriedly get ready, feeling a bit amused at the fact you’d been arguing only a few hours ago. Jungkook is silent when you find him in the living room and as he shows you to the truck, excitedly climbing into the passenger seat and waving goodbye to Nari who stands on the porch with a concerned look as she clutches a dish towel to her chest.

It felt beyond ridiculous that you were making this trip with somebody you barely knew and even worse, barely got along with.

He was silent for almost the entire first half of the drive, playing music from a rotating stack of CD’s and cursing under his breath whenever the truck made a particularly loud noise. It was comforting to feel the rumble underneath you as he shifted gears and passed miles and miles of barren farmland. 

You had only been there for a couple days and you were already craving new scenery, eyes widening with excitement when you could vaguely make out the city skyline in the distance. You were still probably an hour out but it was undeniable the way your blood felt warmer. 

“Do you see it?” You asked him excitedly, breaking the bubble of silence. You looked at him as you sat up but you didn’t need to hear his answer out loud, seeing it on his face as soon as you saw his expression.

His eyes were bright with awe and interest as you approached the tall skyscrapers and dizzying highways, traffic seemingly coming from every direction as he went from leaning forward to try and see the tops of buildings past the windshield and focusing on not missing the exits you rushed out with poor directional skills. 

“It’s bigger than I thought.” He eventually said and it came out in one singular breath that made you smile, understanding the feeling all too well. 

You let him take it all in so he didn’t get too distracted trying to navigate the busy and tight streets with hsi truck that stood out clearly compared to most of the more compact and practical vehicles around you. 

You eventually managed to make your way to your apartment and he looked slightly surprised as he exited the driver seat and looked up at the building. He had heard stories of your dads lavish lifestyle so he clearly hadn’t been expecting the exposed brick and dirty windows of your building. 

It was hard not to laugh at his expression, shaking your head and walking past him. You felt giddy knowing you would get to be home even if it was temporary and you could hear your cats meowing behind the door before you even pushed it open.

You greeted them enthusiastically as Jungkook closed the door behind you, eyes scanning around your small and homey apartment. 

“Not exactly the penthouse suite.” He muttered and you glared at him from where you were crouching by your cats on the floor. 

“Must to his dismay.” You didn’t need to say you were talking about your father for him to understand what you meant. “He won’t even step foot in this place.” 

It felt especially ridiculous considering how nice and welcoming your apartment was. The walls were full of pictures of your friends and cats, postcards from random beachy cities covering your fridge door and mismatched furniture.

You had decided as soon as you moved in that you would make your place the polar opposite of the studio apartment you were raised in, trading in cold tile and sterile feeling lights for warm toned lamps and fuzzy rugs to comfort your feet. 

“Do you need anything?” Your voice was softer than he had heard it before and Jungkook shook his head as he kicked his shoes off. You watched him quizzically before he gestured towards your clock on the wall. 

“Might as well stay here tonight.” He said simply and your heart lurched at the idea of getting to sleep in your own bed. “I’m fine now but reckon I’d be exhausted halfway through the drive back.”

You weren’t even slightly planning to argue with that or question what his parents reaction would be, quickly standing to your feet to prepare something for him to wear other than his jeans and flannel. He stood there silently as you made him a comfortable bed on the couch, eventually wandering over to stare out your large living room window.

“Breathtaking right?” You spoke from behind him and he jumped a bit before nodding and glancing back at you.

“Yeah it’s beautiful.” He watched you for a few seconds before turning back to study the city and its seemingly never ending skyline. 

Jungkook must have been more tired than he let on because he was asleep almost as soon as he laid down on your couch and you took a few hours to enjoy your space for the last time in a while, preparing your cats and their things both for travel and for extended stay.

It warmed your heart to picture them with so much space to run around, basking in the sun and chasing field mice while you did your chores. Jungkook was clearly being generous with his offer to take you but he really had no idea just how much it meant to you to have them with you in such an unfamiliar place. 

He was just as quiet the next morning and as you brought your cat carriers and extra bags down to the truck but the ride back was a lot warmer and you felt ages less sour as you approached the town this time around. The hushed conversations between you felt smoother as you lost some of the awkwardness. 

His father was sitting on the porch when you pulled back up and he enthusiastically greeted your cats in their carriers, Nari rushing out at the sound of your voices to help bring them inside. 

You watched from the doorway as he gave Jungkook a firm nod and placed a hand stiffly on his shoulder. Jungkook pursed his lips at the action of approval and returned the nod with one of his own. 

“Was that good?” You whispered to him as he passed you in the doorway and he let out a large breath that you imagined he had been holding since he left the truck.

“Yeah, I think it was.” He said back and you smiled at him, glad he had not gotten in trouble for trying to help you out. 

The following week felt a lot easier now that you had a large piece of home with you, bed a little warmer with your cats curling up next to you. The chores were brutal and you were miserable half the time the sun was out but you were getting used to the ache of your body and the burn covering your skin. 

Jungkook was still silent most of the day but he was doing things slower and more exaggerated so you could actually learn the few times he noticed you showing interest and paying attention. There were tasks you could do fully on your own now and you found yourself looking forward to when the sun would set and he'd knock on your door softly, an expectant look on his face as he flashed another joint between his fingers.

It was a nice routine for the two of you to wander out to the field near the sheep barn, smoking until the tightness of your bones faded enough for you to giggle into the grass and tell eachother random tidbits about your life. 

“I heard your dad tell mine that you ran away.” Jungkook said gently one night when your conversation started to borderline on serious and you said nothing for a while. 

“At 22 I thought it would just be considered taking a vacation.” Your voice was half humorous and half bitter, the latter side much more apparent in your tone. You sighed so deeply you felt like you were going to melt down into the dirt. “I’ve been further away for much longer, he only noticed this time because one of his clients saw me while traveling.”

“You went alone?” His questions rarely held so much interest and you glanced at him, finding him staring at the stars with his eyebrows furrowed like he hadn't considered that possible.

“I’m always alone.” You shrugged to yourself. “Aren't you?”

You weren’t trying to make a harsh assumption but you’d been there two weeks and not once did Jungkook leave the farm land other than your trip to the city. His parents went off to town a few times a week or to a friend's house for supper but Jungkook stayed throughout it all, never once hearing mention of a friend of his or seeing a photo somewhere in the house.

He shrugged but it was one of those times where you both already knew what his answer would be. His eyes shifted over to you and you watched curiously. 

“Not so much anymore.” He said plainly but you smiled a bit at the implication, knowing it was probably a change for him to have you following behind his trail all day long. Maybe even a welcomed change now that you were getting along finally. ly.

You and Jungkook spent the next week with the exact same routine and now that you were used to most of it, you felt yourself going stir crazy. Little things were always changing, animals needing more help than usual or storms making it so you had to help around the house instead but for the most part everything stayed exactly the same. 

It was a welcomed assignment when Nari softly asked you to take horses into town and pick up a few things. You didn’t ask why you couldn’t just take the truck even though you were beginning to wish you had as you stared at the large creature.

“You know I can’t ride that, right?” You said simply as you shook your head firmly. Jungkook laughed a little at your fearful tone before gesturing at the single saddle he had pulled off of the wall. 

You were confused for a few seconds before realizing he was insinuating you both get on the horse together, your gaze shifting over to him to see him standing by the horse and clearly waiting for you to reach the same conclusion. 

“You’re joking aren’t you?” Your voice shook a little as you squeaked out the question. 

Clearly he wasn’t because Jungkook had easily lifted you up onto the large horse before swinging his leg over and situating himself naturally. You were left sitting behind him, feeling like you were about to throw up and having no choice but to wrap your arms tightly around his middle.

He was laughing at you when you squeezed your grip anytime you took a turn or the horse sped up to cross a road. It felt a bit ridiculous as some cars passed you but you saw more and more horseback people as you got closer to town and almost all of them enthusiastically greeted Jungkook. 

The stories he had told you about knowing everybody here were clearly true because he couldn’t be more liked if he tried.

It didn’t take long to arrive at the market and Jungkook reached a hand up to you so you could slide off the horse, his hands sturdy above your hip so you didn’t land the wrong way. You eyed him as he tied the large animal to a post outside, petting its nose softly and whispering something you didn’t hear.

A whistle behind you made his hands freeze and both of you turned to see an older man sitting outside the market, a bucket full of loose change infront of him and a brown paper bag around a glass bottle sat on his lap. 

“Pretty little thing.” His accent was even heavier due to the slur in his speech and your eyes narrowed as he scanned down your frame. Jungkook’s mother had left some pretty farm dresses and cowgirl boots outside your door a few nights ago and you had been excited to wear them until his eyes were on your bare legs. “Ain’t from around here.”

It was a statement and not a question and you scoffed at him.

“What gave it away?” You said coldly. You knew you still didn’t carry yourself like somebody from the country even when you wore their clothes and did their labor, the lack of a drawl in your voice really not helping you towards fitting in. 

You could feel the presence of Jungkook approaching behind you now that he had gotten the horse situated and you glanced over your shoulder. His face was cold again and he was a lot closer to you than he typically would be, nearly touching your back to his chest. 

“Johnny.” He said simply, addressing the man and making himself known. 

“Oh you’re Jeon’s boy aint you?” He said with an amused smile, looking like he was suddenly reminiscing. Jungkook must have nodded or given him a confirming look because the man was suddenly laughing so hard he was swaying to the side. “Them Jeon’s… are good men.” He pointed at Jungkook as he paused, then laughed loudly again.

You felt yourself reaching back and wrapping your hands around Jungkook’s elbow before you could think about it, going to pull him towards the entrance so you both could leave this conversation and not hear whatever it was he was laughing so hard about. 

The man's eyes flashed with interest when he saw you touching his arm, hugging it to your side in a way that could come across as intimate rather than instinctual. 

“Oh, is this your missus?” He called and you saw an older couple's head turn with annoyance at his loud tone and the outdated phrasing, shaking their heads in disapproval. 

Jungkook’s cheek shifted as he addressed you like that and you sighed at the realization this was going to take you too far off track for you to bother with. You tugged him softly and ignored the obnoxious laughter coming from behind you as you entered the market.

“Just ignore it.” You said softly, not letting go of his arm even when you were deeper into the store. He glanced at you like he was upset you hadn’t let him handle it and that furthered your reasoning for keeping a hold on him. 

“He was disrespectful.” He said plainly, eyes still heated even when you stopped walking and turned to face him. The tips of your boots touched his as you reached into his shirt pocket to pull out the list his mother had given him, catching him stuffing it in there before you mounted the horse. “How can he talk to a woman like that?”

“He was a drunk idiot.” You stated, catching his eye for a second as you stood there before realizing how close you were and taking a step away.

Jungkook still seemed irritated as you shopped, filling a basket full of the ingredients his mom had written in neat handwriting. He took the basket from you when it was more than half full and starting to get a little heavy and you gave him a thankful look. 

It was hard for him to stay annoyed considering the countless older women that stopped to coo at him and ask him how his parents were, remarking on the last time they’d seen him and how tall and handsome he had grown up to be.

This was something you had also noticed, much to your dismay. 

You figured you had been too distracted your first two weeks but your general dislike for your situation and Jungkook himself to realize the devastating fact that he was actually the most attractive person you had been around.

He was now constantly distracting you without even meaning to, tan skin and big eyes so effortlessly lifting things two times your size and controlling stubborn animals. It was a bit ridiculous that somebody with forearms that veiny and strong also looked that good in a stupid cowboy hat. 

Even now, leaning against a fridge as he watched you scan over the list in his washed denim jeans and giant belt buckle. It was something straight out of a cowboy fantasy and you felt like a fool for falling victim to it. 

It didn’t help your new found dilemma that he was also the sweetest person you had ever met now that he was done giving you the silent treatment and glaring everytime you messed something up.

Whether it was natural southern hospitality or his mothers teachings, Jungkook was a well mannered boy down to his core and did not consider opening the door for you or carrying bags for the older women in the store anything other than the bare minimum.

You weren’t surprised that he was so aggravated by the drunk man for eyeing you or calling you his missus, like you were a piece of property because that was just the type of guy Jungkook was. 

“Reckon we are almost done?”

And then there was that.

Your eyes shifted over to him as his voice broke you from your thoughts and you almost outwardly sighed in annoyance with yourself. Never once in your entire life had you considered that a southern accent might bring your heart into your throat but apparently that was just something that happened to you now.

You imagined Jungkook didn’t even think he had an accent let alone realized how heavy it was but the low drawl and phrases he used made you feel like a preteen girl who had just discovered british boy bands for the first time. 

“Yeah pretty much, just…” You trailed off as your eyes landed on a small booth tucked in the back corner of the vendor section.

Jungkook squinted at you before turning around and scoffing a little when he realized what had caught your attention so easily. 

You felt like your feet were magnetically drawn to the rows of pretty farm dresses, lace bandanas and cowgirl hats. Your eyes were wide as you took them all in, already feeling your bank account emptying. The clothes Nari had been bringing you weren’t hideous but they certainly weren’t the most flattering things you had ever worn.

He stood there holding the baskets of groceries while you pointed out everything you wanted to the woman at the booth, smiling happily as you left the store with your arms full. 

“You’re ridiculous.” He said flatly as he shook his head and situated the grocery bags in the saddle bags on each side of the horse. His words lacked any heat and you rolled your eyes as you watched him.

“What I am, is sick of sharing a closet with your mother.” He shot you a look. “No offense.”

A laugh escaped him as he finished, turning to you expectantly. It felt more natural now to step closer to the massive animal and he stared at you as you stood in front of him, making sure you were ready and nodding when you gave him an expectant look.

His hands were back on your hips, confirming to yourself that you were inching into delusional territory when your stomach lit up. He was easily lifting you almost above his head so you could swing your leg over the saddle, further forward than you had been.

You almost scooted back to your place but he was mounting before you could and you quickly realized he had placed you there purposefully, now sat behind you with his thighs on the outside of yours.

“Oh so I’m steering now?” You glanced back at him and he looked amused, taking off his hat and adjusting it before placing it on your head. You squinted at him and his mischievous expression before quickly facing forward when he was kicking his foot and whistling lowly to get the horse to start to move.

“Lucky is good to learn on.” He said simply and you suddenly considered steering you both into a lake when you heard his low voice now behind you and near your ear. “He’s gentle.”

“He’s huge.” You remarked plainly and this time when he breathed out a short laugh you could feel it on the back of your neck.

You rode in pleasant silence and the sun was far less brutal now that it was starting to set, the little bit of shine kept out of your eyes by his hat sitting comfortably on your head. You tried to ignore that flutter in your chest at the fact you were wearing his hat and riding his horse, back pressed to chest even if it was just for safety.

“Does it ever get annoying living in such a small town?” You mused in a calm voice after another group of people waved to Jungkook. “Running into ex girlfriends all the time I bet.”

He didn’t respond right away and you swore you thought you felt him tensing behind you. You glanced over your shoulder at him, hoping to find him wearing an amused expression and instead he was just staring at you blankly.

Your eyebrows furrowed for a long second before you were turning back forward with a mouth parted in understanding.

Suddenly it was awkward and you mentally punched yourself for being the one to bring the uncomfortable air to the conversation. Neither of you said anything and you somehow decided that was worse than whatever was about to come out of your mouth.

“Sorry. There’s nothing wrong with that, you know?” 

“Just stop talking.” He grunted behind you, sounding more pained and embarrassed than angry with you. “It makes it way worse when you say stuff like that.”

You weren’t sure how anything could make it better but you genuinely didn’t think any less of Jungkook for not having a girlfriend before, if anything it felt a bit ridiculous considering what he looked like but you definitely could not say that to him. 

Instead you just fell into a silence that you hoped wasn’t marking the return of your feud. You gave him another apologetic look in the barn after he helped you down and he sighed softly when he saw it, giving you his habitual nod and taking his hat off of your head gently so he could wear it again.

You found yourself unusually bored without the company of Jungkook who had disappeared into his room almost as soon as you got back. 

You ended up sitting on one of the rocking chairs on the porch, your more affectionate cat napping in your lap while the other brushed against the wood arches. You were attempting to write in your journal but your mind was blanking or rather full of other things.

There was genuine guilt inside of you for accidentally making Jungkook feel embarrassed but you weren’t really sure what to do about it, finding him hard to read when it came to certain things. 

It was easy to tell when he was tired of a particularly repetitive chore, when he felt irritated by his dad more than usual, and when he was getting moody because he was hungry but how did you make him feel better about something like this without making him more humiliated when you brought it up again.

The boy in question was interrupting your string of thoughts and half composed apologies when he was bursting through the front door. 

You sat up quickly, eyes wide from the way it slammed against the side of the house and cracked on its old hinges. You were just opening your mouth to ask him what had happened when Minchul was storming out right behind him, his belt in his hand and an expression that made your blood run cold.

“Do it again until it's right.” He was screaming down the porch at Jungkook’s tense back that didn’t stop moving. 

He didn’t seem afraid necessarily but rather furious as he made his way to one of the barns, shoulders squared and barely giving you a glimpse of the glare on his face before he slammed the large door shut and disappeared inside. 

“That damn boy is useless.” Minchul spat to himself and you stared at him with a shocked and fearful glance. He faltered when he noticed you sitting there and sighed softly, body relaxing just enough for you to narrow your gaze. “Sorry you had to see that honey. You think he would know better by now.”

You didn’t dare respond to him, not trusting yourself to hold back from saying something that would get you or Jungkook in any trouble, or any more in his case. Your eyes drifted to the belt in his tight grip and he sighed again before heading back inside. 

Supper was painfully silent and you felt terrible for Nari considering she had spent hours preparing it. 

You made sure to hum softly after every few bites, exaggerating the noise so she would know you found it delicious. She gave you a knowing look across the table and smiled at you, breaking the quiet with a soft question about how you liked the town. 

It was unlike you to speak at the dinner table but the men were clearly abandoning that role for the night so you and her exchanged gentle small talk while you all ate, trying to make the room feel less suffocating. 

You’d understood after the first few nights that it was expected of you and Jungkook to do the dishes so you hugged Nari goodnight and drifted over to the sink.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t ask him if he was okay in fear of making it even worse. His shoulders were still tense like they had been earlier and the look on his face was bugging you, not used to seeing it compared to his usual expressions.

“I’m sorry.” He surprised you by being the first to speak, a low mutter as he took a wet plate from you and dried it off. “He shouldn’t have done that in front of you.”

You wanted to retort that he shouldn't have done it at all but that felt stupid and obvious, something you both already knew and didn’t need to voice. You just shook your head at his apology, not needing to accept one from him.

“You’re a good man Jungkook.” You finally decided to say plainly, not emotion in your voice so he could take the words as simple and true as they were. 

He faltered with his hand in mid air, only a brief second before he was taking another dish.

When you were done washing you leaned against the counter next to you, watching him and waiting for him to finish up. He wasn’t looking at you  but you knew he felt you staring. He sighed when he dried the last one and finally turned towards you.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that princess?” He said with exhaustion lacing his words and although the name was mocking, it still sent a jolt through your body. 

“You know you’re handsome right?” You weren’t trying to flirt with him, especially not with this awkward air from what you had seen. You were just genuinely wondering if he had even noticed, unable to tell by the way he carried himself.

Jungkook stared at you with an unchanging expression, like he was waiting for you to say something else or even laugh at him. 

It wasn’t the first time you noticed the sheer size of him, not exactly the tallest man you’d met but certainly making up for it by the width of his shoulders and the broad muscle on his chest. His father was a naturally large man with a round belly and tall stature but you imagined Jungkook could take him quite easily in terms of strength.

“C’mere.” You baited softly, not moving from the counter and just watching him with an almost expressionless face. He took a few seconds but his feet were eventually moving and he was a few feet closer to you now.

Your hand was on his arm, gentle and tracing as you squeezed it lightly but kept your gaze locked on his face. His body was locked with tension as he looked at you, almost curiously. 

“No girlfriends but..” You faded off when you saw the flash of annoyance pass over his face, not liking that you were bringing this back up again. “Have you ever hooked up with someone?”

The question lingered in the air adn you almost wondered if he was planning on rejecting you. He hadn’t done anything that made you think he was necessarily interested in you the way you were becoming interested in him but you knew you were relatively pretty and he clearly didn’t mind your company, showing it in his own stoic way.

“What’s it matter?” He mumbled back, shifting a step or two closer like he hadn’t realized he was.

His lack of an actual answer inside the response told you what you needed to know and he seemed to understand that considering the way he sighed.

“Do you think I’m judging you?”

Your head had cocked as you said it and he let out a humorless laugh at the earnest way you asked it.

“Aren’t you?” He retorted and it was a bit more heated than his voice had been before, defenses clearly up despite the way your hand was still smoothing over his arm as you had this conversation. “I’m not some loser.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the outburst, wondering when he had drawn that conclusion. It wasn’t that surprising that a southern boy would associate sexual experience with masculinity or social class but you shook your head.

“I already told you what I think of you Jungkook.” You answered back, stopping your hand from rubbing his skin and letting it just rest instead. “I think you’re a good man.” Your tone was gentle and smooth so he didn’t have any reason to think you were making fun of him. “And that you’re handsome.”

Your hand moved to sit on his firm chest and you could feel the way his heart raced underneath your palm, fast and pounding as you stared up at him. Jungkook might genuinely be the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, sun kissed skin and scars littering his body from a lifetime of hard work. 

His features were strong and manly but paired with gentle eyes that watched you quizzically and you were sighing softly without even meaning to. You hoped you weren’t overwhelming him with your sudden forwardness but there was only so much time you could spend watching him think lowly of himself before you longer to inform him of the way others viewed him.

You leaned up on your tippy toes while simultaneously bringing his face down so you could kiss him softly, thumb rubbing his jaw and cheek. 

He only hesitated for a second before he was kissing you back, taking a few steps forward until your back was hitting the counter again but this time with his body pressing against yours. Your mouths moved together eagerly and you made a small noise when his hands were on your hips, yours moving to play with the hairs touching the back of his neck.

His height and size was making you feel crazy as he tugged you against him, his strong arms around you and the thought of how easily he had lifted your entire body earlier made you feel warm as you made out desperately. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat was making you jump away from each other and your eyes were both wide with panic as you saw his mother standing at the bottom of the stairs in her nightgown. Your chest was rising and falling both from the intense make out session and embarrassment. 

“I-“ You squeaked out in an attempt to explain but nothing followed and you almost thought his mom looked amused.

“Goodnight.” She said softly before turning back around like she hadn't seen anything. You’d expected to be sent up to your rooms for the night but clearly she was attempting to meddle by leaving you alone again. 

The tension had popped and you awkwardly looked at Jungkook. 

Jungkook let out a shaky breath as he watched his mom go back upstairs, his heart still beating like a drum in his chest. His cheeks were still flushed red with embarrassment, and he ran a hand sheepishly through his hair as he looked at you with an unreadable expression. 

He took a deep breath and the sound made you feel way worse. You shifted on your feet, not really knowing what to do in this situation. It felt so ridiculous that you couldn’t help yourself from bursting out into soft laughter and he gave you a disbelieving look. 

Your forehead fell against his chest as you laughed softly, eyes squeezed shut from embarrassment. You felt his body shaking slightly as he joined you in your giggle fit and you were glad he wasn’t taking this as seriously as you feared he might. 

You could feel his hand in your hair as he brushed it out of your face and your laughter faded off into a warm smile as you looked up at him, rocking onto your tiptoe to press against him in another kiss. It was much sweeter this time, lacking any real heat.

Only until his hands were back on your hips and then you couldn’t stop yourself from parting your lips and pushing deeper, grateful he had understood what you wanted when he pushed you back against the counter and tilted his head with yours. 

It was picking up in pace again and your tongue was moving against his bottom lip, whining softly when he licked against your own and bringing one of your hands back to rub his hard chest.

“You’re a good kisser.” You remarked against his mouth and you could quite literally feel him smirk, the realization making you feel like you were truly going crazy.

“You’re pretty.” He said back in that same monotone voice he always had and you smiled at the now familiar sound of it. His hands tensed against your hips and you quickly got what he wanted, kissing him again with more fever after his compliment towards you. 

You weren’t sure how you went from arguing with him a few weeks ago to making out desperately in his kitchen but it was hard to dislike the change in things when it felt so good, barely able to pull yourself away from him when he was whispering into your mouth that you needed to get some sleep.

He was right and you knew that but he practically had to maneuver you both towards the bedroom hall, stopping to kiss you along the way and laughing when your hands were stubborn in their exploration of his strong arms. 

You’d closed your door and immediately pressed your back against it as you sucked in a deep breath, waiting until you heard his own close down the hall before you were throwing yourself on the bed and screaming into the pillow. 

----

The next morning left you feeling slightly anxious and embarrassed, nervous to face Jungkook with your new development and downright terrified to see his mother.

She was alone in the kitchen when you ventured down and you froze at the bottom of the staircase, considering turning around and booking it back up the stairs until her gentle gaze landed on you and it was too late. 

“C'mon honey, I won’t bite.” She said with amusement lacing her words and your shoulders halfway relaxed. You blushed and walked fully into the room, avoiding the counter she had seen Jungkook pressing you against last night like it was infected. 

“I’m so sorry ma’am. I didn’t mean to disrespect you and your house.” You said quickly with a sigh as you sat on one of the stools, not even planning to address it but unable to stop yourself from feeling foolish. 

She watched you with patient eyes as you spoke it in one breath and then smiled gently. “I haven’t seen my baby smile like that since he was a boy. I know he’s a grown up now and he does what grown ups do.” Your face flushed at the implication and you suddenly wondered if she had already figured this was happening. “I think you’d do him some good.” 

You weren’t sure how to respond to her kind words and you stayed quiet and stiff on the stool.

The floorboard creaking made you turn back to the doorway and you froze even more when you saw Jungkook standing there, his expression alerting you to the fact he had been there longer than you had realized and most likely eavesdropping. 

“Hi.” You instinctively breathed out when you noticed him, ridiculously handsome in the early morning. 

He cleared his throat and entered the kitchen, giving his mother a soft kiss on the cheek as a greeting before placing his hands on the island and looking at you awkwardly. “Hey.”

Nari suddenly decided she had something to do that involved her going out to the chicken coop but you didn’t miss the instigating look she shot him over her shoulder as she left. You almost thought his cheeks were tinged pink as he quickly looked away from her and your lips curled upwards just enough for him to sigh. 

“Listen I-”

“Do you want to do something with me today?” He had cut you off and then froze like he hadn’t even realized you were speaking. 

Your eyes were a little wide as you stared at him, forgetting what you were even trying to tell him, most likely something that would give him the option to pretend the kiss had never happened but you liked his idea a lot better. 

“Something like.. other than chores?” You half teased as you reminded him that you did something with him almost every single day if farm work counted. He was nodding his head swiftly and going between avoiding looking at you directly and staring into your eyes intensely. “Yes Jungkook, I would. That sounds very nice.”

He looked overly relieved that you had agreed and you began to really question his sanity if he actually thought you would reject him after what had happened. 

Jungkook had instructed you that you would need a bathing suit and something comfortable to walk in, not leaving much to the imagination about what he wanted to do but leaving you excited regardless. 

You almost asked him how he had gotten the two of you out of duties but you saw Nari carrying a small bag of hay as you stepped out onto the porch and realized quickly she must have agreed to help out today. 

She was giving you a soft look and you returned it with a small smile and a wave goodbye, hearing the hinges creak behind you as he made his way out of the house and paused next to you to look at his mom as she disappeared back to the nearest barn.

“Ready?” He said softly and you nodded your head at him, glancing to the side and feeling glad to see him smiling subtly. 

The new development between you did not change the fact Jungkook didn’t talk much but it did mean he let you be the one to shuffle through his CD collection until you found something you liked. He actually had a few things you managed to recognize and you put in the back of your mind to request a mixtape of his favorite tracks. 

You preferred the windows down and wind blowing to the cold and sterile AC of your car back in the city, hair in your face and the now familiar scents that the warm air danced through the old truck being things you had grown used to faster than your usual that you had simply tolerated for two decades. 

He was tapping the steering wheel to the music and your eyes scanned over him briefly now that he was distracted. 

He had abandoned his button up flannels for the day in place of a loose shirt that was tucked into his jeans and belt in random places, showcasing his large belt buckle that you had started to think was his signature. 

Clearly you were obvious enough that he caught on to the feeling of you staring because he was sending you a sideways glance that made you laugh. Most guys would probably smirk cockily if they noticed you checking them out like that but Jungkook was certainly not most guys, quickly facing forward again and swallowing hard.

You watched from the side mirror as dust kicked up nearly to your window, feeling him shift gears as he pulled off onto the side of the dirt road. 

There was nothing special about the area he stopped at, a simple stretch of road with trees canopy over the top and giving you a nice break from the sun. You looked at him, curious why he was stopping. 

“Cmon.” He said and his eyes flashed with something bright before he was getting out of the driver's side and gesturing for you to slide across the bench seat of the truck so you could come out his door. 

His hand was reaching out to grab yours, helping you out smoothly and the act made it so you were standing almost as close as you were the night before. He took a few seconds to let his eyes dart over your face before he was stepping back and keeping his hand over yours. 

“It’s through here.” He breathed and you nodded, letting him gently guide you through the trees and brush. 

You could see a faint desired path, dirt in place of grass where people had been stepping and venturing off from the road like you were now. 

Luckily it wasn’t a long walk considering you were not exactly accustomed enough to the outdoor life to enjoy branches in your face but you were glad you had heeded his warning about comfortable shoes. 

You felt his hand squeezing yours as he slowed his pace, leaving you almost stumbling into his back from your lack of paying attention. 

He glanced back at you as you came to a stop beside him, hands wrapping around his arm similarly to the way you had held him at the market. He stepped to the side more so you could see what he was bringing you towards and your mouth parted. 

The quarry was only a little bigger than a pond, surrounded on all sides by trees and tall rock walls that glistened from the water splashed on them by the numerous small waterfalls in various places alongside it. 

The water was a beautiful blue-green shade that looked especially inviting given the heat today and there was a small slope that led to a patch of sand, sporadic bushes of flowers and long hanging vines decorating the empty spaces. 

“Wow.” You breathed out as you stepped out of the tree line, walking along the top of the quarry until you could shuffle your way down the slope towards the beach. 

Jungkook stayed right behind you, silent and squeezing your hand every so often whenever the path got a bit steep. You were grateful considering how little focus you had now that you were presented with such a beautiful sight. 

“Do you like it?” He was asking softly when you made it to the waterline, the area even more breathtaking from down below. Your eyes scanned over the quarry walls around you now and you almost felt emotional. 

You’d never seen anything even remotely similar to this and it was overwhelming you a little bit. It was like an oasis hidden just off the dirty road, untouched by civilization and nurtured by the elements around you. 

“It’s amazing.” You turned to face him and he looked pleased that you were excited, biting the inside of his cheek and nodding as he took off his hat and placed it on a nearby log. 

Your eyebrows raised in question before he was shifting backwards and kicking off his boots, a laugh of disbelief leaving you in a single breath. 

The girlish giggle was leaving you before you could stop it and you didn’t care enough to feel embarrassed about the sound, hurriedly removing your easiest layers before pulling your dress over your head and leaving you in your bathing suit. 

When you emerged from the lacy fabric you were greeted by a shirtless Jungkook and you fully froze, eyes locking on his chest and the full expanse of his tattooed sleeve that you’d been catching glimpses of whenever he wore a shirt. 

You already knew he was strong, easily detectable by his stamina and how much he could move and carry without breaking a sweat. Plus the telling veins lining his forearms that pulses whenever he shifted or gripped something. 

None of these small tidbits could’ve prepared you for the sight of Jeon Jungkook shirtless and you couldn’t even bother to disguise how intensely you were staring at his toned chest and the happy trail wedged between hard ab muscles. 

Jungkook seemed to not even notice the way you were looking at him but that probably had something to do with the fact he was staring at you the same exact way, hair messy from removing your dress that now sat at your feet. 

You imagined at another time it could’ve been heated but instead it was bashful, almost shy as you both came to reality and looked away in sync. Your cheeks felt warm again and you squinted up at the burning sun like it was the cause and not the pull in your stomach. 

It was easier to run towards the water than face him again and he seemed to agree considering you could hear the sound of him entering right behind you. 

The two of you splashed and played for nearly an hour, throwing handfuls of water and filling the echoing quarry with your shrieks and laughter as you did so. Your stomach was aching from how hard you were laughing and your cheeks felt even worse, in the best way possible. 

You’d even begun to wonder if you had ever actually smiled before this exact moment, the happiness rushing through you feeling so foreign. You were completely detached from yourself. 

The wealth of your family name, the cold expressions you both faced daily and learned to force onto yourself and even the heaviness of the city air and its routine were all fading from your mind. Right now you were simply a girl having fun in a beautiful place with a boy that liked you enough to free his day and show it to you. 

Jungkook was either thinking similarly or simply recognizing your melancholy because the play splashing faded into the two of you slowly inching closer and closer in the water until your arms were looped around his neck and his settled warmly on your waist. 

Your eyes were scanning over the parts of his chest that were not under the hazy water, cold fingers lightly tracing over the scars and marks littering his tan skin.

He was simply watching you, eyes on your face and only shifting away briefly whenever you made eye contact. 

“Where'd you get this one?” Your voice was a whisper and it felt like the first time you’d talked in a while, smoothing over a particularly large mark spanning across his left collarbone all the way to his shoulder. 

“Got bucked off Lucky when I was fourteen.” He said in a low voice, referencing the large horse you’d taken into town together. “Landed wrong on the wired fence.”

You nodded softly as he recounted the story, feeling a deeper warmth when you thought about teenage Jungkook and his mishaps as he grew into the practiced country man he was now. His hands squeezed your waist as your hand crept up to his cheek and you shifted closer.

“This one?” Your tone was more hesitant when you saw the look on his face at the touch, already knowing he’d be explaining that especially deep mark next. 

“I was seventeen.” He started off slowly and you watched him, hand moving to cup his cheek and obscure the scar from your vision. His face instinctively pushed against your palm and he sighed. “Accidentally tipped a barrel of feed we were transporting to the neighbors. My dad sent me flying into the wall and I guess there was an old nail or something.” 

It was the first time he had outwardly voiced what you already assumed and although you knew, it didn’t make it any easier to hear him say it.

“Has he always done that?” You whispered and he shook his head. 

“Just when I became a teenager.” He said simply, like it wasn't a big deal to him. It probably wasn’t anymore and you couldn't help but frown softly, feeling worse when his eyes flashed with concern. “Happens less now.”

Another thing you didn’t need to hear out loud to understand. Jungkook was bigger now, stronger and harder to push around even if he allowed it up to a certain point. You had a feeling that he'd never lay a hand on his father to test the theory but you had full confidence he could lay him out if needed and you imagined Minchul had realized something similar.

You felt the words leave you, not exactly sure if that was what he needed anyways. There was nothing you could say that would make it stop and you figured he had thought of any reassuring phrases you would’ve come up with anyways.

There was only one thing that made sense to you and you hoped it was the right choice when you kissed him softly. 

It was so gentle he barely felt it and then you were pulling back and pressing your forehead against his. His gaze was softer now and you could feel the wet droplets from his hair on your skin, his large hand leaving your hip underwater to hold your face and bring you into him again. 

This time there was some heat behind the action, mouths moving together as you wrapped your legs around his middle to be as close as possible. 

Jungkook kissed you deeply, a low noise sounding from his chest when you were tugging softly at his lower lip. It felt like a habit to tangle your tongue with his and you sighed against his mouth, one hand on his jaw with the other resting on his chest as he held you weightlessly in the water. 

“Have I mentioned you’re a good kisser?” You breathed against his mouth and he made a low noise, used to your antics and teasing comments by now. His hands were under your thighs to keep you supported around his waist and you sighed as you fell back into a kiss. 

It felt utterly ridiculous, disbelief still clouding your mind when you felt the butterflies in your stomach and the way your skin felt tingly wherever his hands traced. You had barely felt anything before you got here and suddenly your days were full of satisfying muscle aches and electric glances across the room with a boy who was holding you like he actually managed to care about you. 

You felt like a fool for putting so much weight behind kissing him, behind being somewhere he considered special and laughing like little kids together. 

“I am so happy you are here.”

All of your concerns faded away when he whispered the words against your lips, unable to keep kissing him but loving the way he pecked your mouth a few times before realizing you weren’t responding anymore and looking at you heavily. 

Maybe he could tell it was something you needed to hear because one of his hands left your leg in favor of pushing your wet hair behind your ear, thumb tracing over your swollen lips. 

“You mean that?” You accidentally whispered it and that felt much more vulnerable than you had meant it to come across, not able to stop yourself from seeking confirmation. You’d spent your entire life feeling like you were taking up space, a ghost in crowded conference halls and an investment only worthy of funding. 

Jungkook had nothing to take from you, you had nothing to offer him here in this new version of you that you had barely begun to understand yourself and yet his eyes were soft and genuine as he nodded. 

“I was just going through the motions before you.” He responded right when you needed to hear it most and the rare show of vocalized honesty from him hit harder. You could tell it was difficult for him to say these things out loud without feeling insecure and you appreciated it even more. 

You kissed him eagerly and barely processed the way he was standing out of the water and easily carrying you to the shore, only recognizing your new location when your back touched the warm sand and you gasped softly.

It was swallowed by his mouth as he placed himself over you, holding his weight up with his left arm so he wasn’t exactly pressing against you. He felt even better in this position and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him down and keeping his mouth moving with yours like it was the only way you could function.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed there like that, going between kissing heavily and whispering sweet words to each other that made your chest tighten so much it felt like it was going to explode.

The sun had started to set and you felt slightly chilled in your damp suit, flushing when he noticed your shiver and silently moved to help pull your dress back over your head. He stood from the sand, offering a hand to lift you up and steadying you before finding his discarded shirt. 

It was silent on the way back to the farm but welcomed. You had abandoned the passenger seat in favor of sitting in the middle, laying your head on his shoulder and smiling every time his hand moved from the gear stick to rest on your bare knee. 

He had his left arm out the window as he tapped the top of it occasionally along to the music but he quickly withdrew it when you pulled in the long driveway and saw the porch light still on. It was dark by now but not quite late enough to cause any suspicion, sky a dark blue as the sun fully set. 

You were glad you had enough sense to scoot back into your seat because you passed the scattered trees and could now clearly see Minchul stood on the porch, not at all trying to pretend he wasn’t waiting for you.

Jungkook was tense and his face was dark in a way that pulled a pout onto your face, hoping you didn’t have a sour end to such a beautiful day.

He sighed as he parked the truck and you reached your hand over to grab his, his eyes darting to you quickly like he had forgotten you were sitting there with him. You watched as his shoulders dropped as they lost their tension and he gave you a soft smile and squeezed your hand in his. 

You were both exiting the truck and you gave Minchul a small wave, only slightly surprised that he didn’t return it. He was still keeping up the charming and friendly persona with you but clearly it didn’t matter when his hard gaze was locked on his son. 

“How were the Johnsons?” He said lowly and you knew better than to respond or showcase any confusion on your face even though you had no idea what he was talking about. 

“The Johnsons?” Jungkook’s voice was casual as he walked, barely faltering at the question and not even glancing at his dad as he stepped onto the porch. You stayed on the yard and watched them, breath held as it almost seemed like they were sizing each other up. You weren’t used to seeing any defiance from Jungkook and it worried you. “We were at the Lee’s. Mary said hello.”

He went inside, sending you a glance as he did and you stood there silently.

Minchul scoffed and you saw his jaw clench in annoyance, clearly wanting to test Jungkook and catch him in a lie. Nari and him must have come up with a cover story beforehand about where you two were the entire day, something you stupidly hadn’t even considered. 

His gaze fell on you and while it wasn’t as icy, it still didn’t look thrilled to see you. You were glad you had become so accustomed to having a flat expression because the last thing you wanted was to be the one who fucked it up and got the both of you in trouble.

“Thank you for letting us have some time off.” You said softly, tone as polite as you could manage and he stayed very still for a few more seconds before giving you a small smile and nodding. You stayed there as he turned to head inside, finally letting out the breath you were holding.

----

It was difficult to know Jungkook was so close yet also understanding spending unnecessary time with him could get you in trouble potentially. You knew you were both adults but it was his fathers house and clearly he didn’t have sound reasoning for his hatred towards Jungkook.

As much as you wanted to lounge in his room with him and listen to music, you settled for opening your door and letting it float down the hallway towards you as you journaled.

You were back to chores the next morning like normal and you couldn’t help the shy smile on your face when you saw him in the kitchen. He returned it and you felt his foot nudge against yours when you slid onto the stool beside him, side eyeing him playfully as Nari brought you both a plate of breakfast.

There was a welcomed silence as you ate rather quickly and then you were both slipping out of the house, soft giggles escaping you at the fast way he walked towards the barn. He glanced behind you towards the house and must've determined the coast was clear because he was scooping you off of your feet to get you there quicker.

“You’re insane.” You laughed and slapped against his shoulder as he bridal style carried you into the barn, rounding the corner and setting you down when you were out of sight. 

“Is that a bad thing?” His eyebrow went up and you narrowed your eyes jokingly, a bright smile on your face as you stared up at him. “Maybe I just missed you.”

You still weren’t used to the quiet boy you had grown accustomed to being able to say the most devastating things like he didn’t even realize what they did to you. You sucked in a breath at the statement and it wasn’t long before he was kissing you again.

There seemed to be a mutual addiction to the action now that you’d done it a few times and you were glad you weren’t alone in that, not sure what you would do if he wasn’t so willing to kiss you all the time. 

Kissing you didn’t seem to be the only thing on Jungkook’s mind because it wasn’t long before he had you laid back against a blanket over the hay, making you half wonder if he planned this or if it was just a spontaneous decision. Either way you appreciated the gesture, not sure you could enjoy the way he was kissing down your neck as much if you had scratchy grass poking you back.

“Jungkook.” You gasped his name out when his teeth brushed over your collarbone and his back hardened at the sound for a second before he was humming, low and sensual as he questioned the reason for your call. “More.”

He picked his head up long enough to look into your eyes, scanning over your face with a dark expression you hadn’t quite seen from him. It was similar to the way he looked when he was particularly focused on a hard task but there was something deeper there and you suddenly felt flustered. 

“Tell me what you want.” It was a soft instruction that subtly reminded you he didn’t really know what he was doing.

“Anything, just…” Your hands were in his hair and you kissed him softly as you tried to collect yourself, distracted by the way he was looking at you and the weight of his body on top of yours. “Just you. I just want you.”

That seemed to be enough for him to forget his inexperienced based hesitance because his mouth was back on yours, sloppy and hot in a way that made a shiver go down your spine. His hands moved under your dress, pushing it up so it sat under your ribs and exposed your lower half.

He went back to kissing down your neck and this time he didn’t stop at your dress, skipping your covered section and shifting his body further down so he could have his mouth on your stomach. You sucked in a gasp at the sensation, keeping your hands in his hair to keep yourself grounded under the illusion of some control.

It was a world changing sight to see him down between your legs like that, eyes darting from your lace panties back up to your face to make sure you were feeling okay. You imagined he was being met with a very eager expression on your face, nearly pleading as you took in his messy hair and doe eyes. 

The first press of his lips alongside your inner thigh was almost enough to ruin your life and you whined softly, shifting your knees further apart so he had no issue getting where he needed. 

“Quiet down princess.” The already low drawl of his voice had taken an even deeper tone and you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut like you were pained at the idea of silence. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.”

He had no idea the way he was wrecking you with the pet names, made even more clear by the way his mouth was on your core through the thin wet fabric of your underwear. Your hips bucked as you made a strangled sound and his hand was shooting up to hold you down, pressing against your stomach and kissing his teeth at you like you were an animal he was trying to settle. 

The instinctive way he attempted to tame you made your head spin, not even realizing how sexy you would find that until he did it. 

“Jungkook.” You were breathing again and shifting your hips upwards, heat surging through you when you realized you weren’t even able to move under his strong hold. He was easily pressing you against the blanket with one hand and one of yours moved from his hair to pull at the waistband of your panties.

He didn’t need you to explain that to him, hurriedly sitting up enough that he could pull them down your thighs and grunting a little when you kicked them away, settling back between your legs and taking a deep breath at the sight of you bare.

“Please.” You pleaded and he looked back up at you.

“You want it baby?” He said lowly, a whole new persona to him you hadn’t even begun to fantasize about and you nodded eagerly, eyes a little glassy. “Want me to taste you?”

You made another high pitched impatient sound and he laughed a little, breath hitting your wet folds making your body tighten for a second. 

He was finally done teasing you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet like he requested as soon as his mouth was on you, hands moving to your knees to keep your legs from clamping around his head as he licked against you. 

“Oh fuck.” You whined and he closed his eyes at the taste of you, tongue slow and testing as he explored what areas brought the biggest reaction out from your lips. He was clearly a good kisser in more than one way because you felt like you were going to pass out just from the way his mouth moved, getting more eager the more comfortable he got. 

Your hips rocked forward against his face as much as his grip allowed, searching for friction and finding it when his nose brushed against your sensitive clit. His mouth quickly followed, tongue working your bud and bringing noises out of you that you didn’t even know you were capable of.

“Feels so good.” You mewled and he groaned against you, sending another wave of pleasure and longing through you. 

“It’s good princess?” He was breathing heavier from the lack of oxygen considering he hadn’t taken his mouth off of you since he got down there and you almost laughed at the sound of it. You weren’t sure if he was dirty talking or genuinely looking for reassurance but you nodded eagerly regardless, hands tangling back in his hair and pressing his face back between your legs. 

“Make me cum.” You said the order softly, more of a plea than anything and he took it easily, practically making out with your cunt in his desperation to give you what you wanted. Jungkook was clearly a pleaser and you found it even more stupid nobody had jumped his bones yet, although a possessive flare surging through you every time you remembered you were his first. 

You did a terrible job keeping quiet as he ate you out and you figured the rough way he was squeezing your thighs was meant to be reminders but you ignored him in favor of rolling your hips along with his mouth, biting your lip to keep from outwardly screaming when you realized you were about to cum.

Your grip in his hair tightened almost painfully and your breathing picked up, chest rising and falling in heavy pants as you got closer. Luckily Jungkook knew enough to not stop, pressing his tongue against your hole with his nose nudging your clit and bringing you to release so suddenly you felt dizzy.

“What the fuck?” You felt almost startled by how fast and intensely he made you finish and he slowed down, eyeing you curiously and almost looking like he was smiling. He kissed your thighs a few more times softly before he was coming back up on top of you.

You moaned when he was kissing you out of nowhere, not even slightly disgusted at the idea of tasting yourself and instead eagerly licking into his mouth.

“Wait.” You gasped into it and he barely slowed, only pausing to kiss the corners of your lips and let you speak. “What about you?”

Your hand was inching between your bodies to feel his hard length but you faltered when you felt the wet patch on his pants instead. His body tensed on top of yours and your eyes went back to his face, taking in his embarrassed expression and feeling a million different types of warmth rushing through you suddenly. 

“Fuck.” He said in one breath, eyes shutting tight for a second like he was willing himself to disappear. 

“That might be the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.” You said far too loud for the quiet barn and he looked at you like you were crazy, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks turning pink when he processed the dazed out look returning to your face. “You came in your pants from eating me out? Are you even real?”

He was frozen for a long few seconds with that same expression before he was pushing out a singular disbelieving laugh and resting his head on your shoulder. You giggled as he groaned into your hot skin, hand coming back up to his hair to pet it gently this time.

You didn’t move for a bit, kissing softly until the heat was beginning to feel too intense now that you didn’t have a mind numbing distraction. 

“We have to do our chores.” You whispered against his lips and he sighed softly, knowing you were right. 

He was gentle as he helped you stand up, sitting you back on a wood slate so he could pull your underwear backup and adjust your dress. His hands were smoothing through your hair to help control it, picking loose pieces of grass and straw as you watched his face. 

The barn was quiet as you reached up to cup his face, pulling him in for another kiss and sighing softly when you felt him smiling. 

“What are you doing to me?” You almost groaned as he pulled away again, tugging you off of the wood so you were standing in front of him. You were close enough for your chest to press together and you craned your neck to look up at him. 

“It’s mutual.” He responded easily and you felt like you were really going crazy. 

Luckily he had more sense than you and was backing up a few feet to pop the tension filled bubble and help keep you focused. It was almost impossible to watch him do chores now that you knew what was hidden under his shirt, and became familiar with those grunts in a different context. 

You worked through the day together and kept your shy smiles and loaded glances to as much of a minimum as you could manage. 

Supper was much more pleasant today and you felt like things were starting to really flow nicely around here, your heart feeling content as you and Nari joked around over the meal and the men listened with fond smiles.  

Your gaze went to Jungkook for the hundredth time today and you found him already watching you, eyes bright and a smile on his face that you usually didn’t see at dinner time. He must have felt similarly to you about how good the day was because he didn’t look away, holding your eyes affectionately. 

When you finally blushed and looked away, your line of sight landed on Minchuk and you froze. 

He was staring at you with an expression of understanding, like he had just figured something out. His jaw tensed as he looked towards Jungkook and you felt red hot fear in your chest. 

Jungkook had started conversing calmly with his mother and didn’t seem to notice the expression on either of your faces. 

It wasn’t until your time to do the dishes that you even dared to look at him again, breathing a sigh of relief when he sunk against you for a hug. 

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, stretching on your tiptoes and burying your face in his neck as he circled his against your lower back. The fact it was overly sappy didn’t miss you but you couldn’t really care anymore, longing to be near him after any amount of time. 

“I feel crazy.” His voice was slightly muffled by your hair and you smiled at the sound of it and the warm tone he only seemed to take when he spoke to you. “How did I miss you so bad when you are right here?”

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak without saying something even more ridiculous but he hopes he knows what you mean, what you want to shout into the quiet kitchen. 

No, you aren't crazy. No you're not the only one feeling like this. No you don't understand it either. 

You only see a glimpse of his eyes before you are kissing and you can’t even remember who started it, if you went on your tiptoes or if he bent down to your level to catch you in something so feverish it felt like you had gone a year apart. There was no way of knowing who backed your bodies up against the counter, whose hands explored the other's frame first and who decided completely abandoning the dishes was somehow a good idea.

The only thing you could pinpoint was the exact moment it ended and he was suddenly ripped from you in a way that was so jarring you felt your knees go weak like you were going to collapse without him.

It took you a few seconds to track his body, stumbled across the kitchen like he had gotten thrown. The icy expression on his face made you realize he had been, your eyes darting to Minchul standing only a few feet away with his chest puffed and his eyebrows pulled together in a way that made your mouth part in shock.

“What the hell do you think you are doing boy?” His voice was venomous and he made another move in Jungkook’s direction that had you covering your mouth, lips still wet from kissing him. 

Jungkook didn’t move a muscle, not even slightly flinching or faltering his hardened expression. You wanted to shout at him that now was not the time to challenge his father, not after such a good day and certainly not over you. The look on his face told you that there was no point in trying to diffuse the situation, his shoulders squaring as he shifted his body defensively. 

“Oh.” Minchul looked genuinely surprised under all the rage until a bitter laugh slipped out as he stared at Jungkook mockingly. “You’re tough ain't you. A real man now?”

“Minchul.” You said slowly, taking a step away from the counter and trying to put yourself in their peripheral vision. You had a light amount of hope that seeing you in the room might be enough to humble the angry man and also calm Jungkook down enough to at least hold this off. You had wondered if you should call out for Nari but you decided against it. “We.. we were just-”

“I know what you were doing.” He spat as he turned to look at you and the way he stared at you stole all of the hope from underneath you. It was the exact same way he looked at Jungkook and you knew that any effort he was putting into faking a charming persona was no longer applied to you. 

“Watch it.” Jungkook was speaking for the first time and both of you snapped your gazes over to him.

His voice had never sounded like that and you felt a wave of fear run over you, not towards him necessarily but towards the outcome that would be caused by this level of anger coming from both of them. He clearly had no intention of pushing away his feelings and fauxing respect to get his dad off of his back, combative and aggressive now that you were being spoken down to. 

“Y/N.” Minchul was speaking calm and slow but the way his glare never left Jungkook’s taut frame sent a shiver down your spine and your eyes widened. “Go outside honey.”

“I-” You went to object but he sent you another look that left no room for argument and you turned desperately to Jungkook. He was clenching his jaw and looking pained as he finally looked at you just long enough to give you a confirming nod. His face barely softened but it was noticeable to you, a silent act of reassurance that he would be okay.

You felt beneath yourself as you stumbled outside, not really sure what else to do with your body once you got out there. You got the strange urge to call your father even though he would never help you, even to call your mother who had been dead for most of your life.

Your brain was just searching desperately for solutions and even more so when you heard crashing from inside the house, tears springing to your eyes as you took a few more shaky steps away to try and put some distance between you and the grunts of anger and pain.

The sensible part of your brain noticed a light switching on upstairs as the volume increased, realizing Nari must have woken up and would most likely be rushing down to the kitchen and putting a stop to whatever was happening. 

It was a power you clearly did not have and you felt so overwhelmingly useless.

You felt like you were outside for hours alone like that even though it was only a few breathless minutes before Jungkook was coming outside. He was walking fast and storming right past you, similarly to the way he had been the other week when Minchul brought out the belt on the porch.

“Jungkook.” You called out to him and your hands reached for his arm, heart clenching when you made brief contact before they were slipping off as he refused to stop. You started to chase after him without really thinking about it, needing to speak to him before you exploded. “Wait please.”

He whipped around at the crack in your voice and you faltered when you saw the blood on his lip and redness surrounding his eye and cheek. You were sure there were more marks you’d be able to pinpoint tomorrow and you were suddenly grateful for the moon lighting him up. 

Your hands were coming up to cup his face instinctively as a wounded noise left you and he winced at the feeling of your hands on his injuries. Your mouth was opening and closing as you searched for the words to say, head shaking as you felt like you were about to cry or throw up or both. 

“Did you know?” His voice was hoarse and your eyebrows automatically furrowed in confusion. It was asked softly but he scoffed at your expression and repeated it in a much harsher tone. 

“Know what?” You almost begged, wanting so badly to understand him and be able to help in some way. You took a step closer and he looked pained by the action, your stomach turning at the way he avoided looking directly at you. “Did I know what Jungkook? What happened?”

He was quiet for a long time and you felt like the dirt underneath you was slipping away and finally waking you up from this dream you’d been living in. You half wanted to sink with it and wake up in your warm bed worlds away from here with vague visions of a beautiful cowboy and the other half was clawing at the collapsing ground and pleading for the dirt under your nails to stay until morning. 

“Your dad owns the farm.” He said it so simply like it didn’t take the air out of your lungs and you shook your head, both in denial and confusion on what he was saying. His eyes were cold as he stared at you like he wasn’t sure if you were the enemy or not anymore. “He owns everything. You own everything.”

He emphasized the pronoun like he was trying to make it really clear to you that you played some type of role in this situation and you shifted away from him.

It suddenly made so much more sense to you, the way Minchul and your father interacted like they were forced to and the memories of coming here as a child feeling so foreign and locked away. How kind the Jeon’s had been to you and the pure fury towards you and Jungkook for getting involved, it was all a result of your father placing his polished shoe on another aspect of your life. 

This time it wasn’t an apartment back in the city or your daily schedule, not even your name on the important document that locked you into the family business for life if anything tragic happened to him. Your father had managed to put his greedy hands on something you had deemed untouchable.

Jungkook had created a world for you that didn’t allow the bad stuff to exist, that blocked out every memory you had that was grey and cold. He had brought the sun to you and now you were learning your father had already staked his flag on its surface. 

“What are you talking about?” You didn’t know what else to say and you could feel hot tears on your flamed cheeks now. You had never felt adrenaline like that, pure emotion and panic as your chest started to rise and fall quickly. 

Jungkook was quiet as he watched you like he was conflicted about what to do. Once a particularly rough breath ran through your body he was softening his shoulders and gaze simultaneously, pulling you against his frame as you wracked with a heavy sob. 

You hadn’t had a panic attack in years, since you were a teenager who could barely stand the sight of a crowded crosswalk or a presentation. There was no doubt in your mind that you would not be able to get out of the strong grip of it easily on your own and you sunk against him. 

“I’m sorry.” He breathed and you pushed your face into his chest, muffling the strangled noise that left you. “Of course you didn’t know. I know you didn’t know.”

“I want to go home.” Is what you eventually breathed out even though you realized as soon as you said it that you weren’t sure what you were referring to. The thought of your apartment was only comforting until you remembered he didn’t even exist there and you sunk lower against him.

“We can go there.” He said back hurriedly like he had already considered that as an option. You felt terrible for not being in the state to talk to him properly, to ask him if he was okay and if he could face his father again. “I’ll take you, we can go home.”

You weren’t sure he knew what that meant to you but he was gently lowering you on the stairs and going back inside before you could tell him. His back was tense and you had half a mind to yell out for him to come back, to not go in and to stay with you where you could pretend you could keep him safe.

Instead of sitting there and feeling useless, you stood to your feet and chased after him.

He was already on his way back out and you bumped into each other, a startled sound leaving him as his hands reached out to grab your arms and steady you. You were still breathing heavily and now confused by how quickly he had returned, eyes going over his wide shoulders.

Nari was standing in the middle of the kitchen with a dim look on her face, stealing her of her usual warmth and soft glow. Minchul was nowhere to be seen but you could tell by the damage to the room that it had been a full blown scuffle between the two of them. 

You felt devastated for her, knowing how much love and pride she held for her kitchen and the things she created. There were shattered plates and disarrayed decorations, a large hole in the wall that you had a bad feeling was created by Jungkook’s back. She met your eyes over his frame and you felt relief when she softened slightly at the sight of your swollen eyes and remorseful stare.

“Go on, honey.” She said in a voice so gentle it broke your heart, Jungkook’s hands tightening on your arms at the sound of it. “I’ll be alright here.”

He was shifting and you could hear the sound of the keys in his fingers now, only just feeling the cold metal pressing against your skin. You nodded swiftly at her and gave her one more heavy look that you hoped she would understand despite your lack of words, her smile in return making you believe she had.

Jungkook and you were quick to leave the house and you felt another sob go through you when he spared one last look towards the barn where Lucky and the other horses were most likely asleep for the night, knowing there was no certain timeline he would be able to see them again any time soon. 

He was opening the passenger door for you and making a soft noise with his teeth to get your attention through your devastation, closing it softly once you were sitting on the bench seat. 

You waited until he was sat and finished taking a few deep breaths, until you were squealing out of the driveway and pretending the light wasn't still on upstairs. Only after you were on the dirt road and heading towards uncertainty did you scoot over into the middle seat. 

This time around you weren’t damp from the quarry water and your cheeks were not sore from smiling so hard you felt euphoric. There were no shy glances and no toeing the line between unlikely friends and something more. But there was the feeling of his hand wrapped around your knee like he was scared to forget you were there and the soft kisses you were laying on his bruised face as he drove. 

Going back the same way you came but with your heart full of adoration and something much more real that you were too afraid to name just yet. You felt like your fantasy world was finally mixing into reality and the colors mixing with your cold gray was a lot less jarring knowing he was the one braving it all with you. 

Jungkook released a soft breath when your head landed on his shoulder and you felt the weight of it all go with it.

[glitterkoo]

Thank you so much everyone for a wonderful shop update! I’m so happy that so many people loved my pit fired pieces! Here is a pic of one that is sold, but I didn’t get around to advertising. A very chunky Paleolithic horse.

[glitterkoo]

Fuck my entire life we're getting married to Zayne in the Fractal Library

[glitterkoo]

TITLE: I JUST GOT THE BAD ENDING!!! AND I DECODED SOME OF THE TEXT THAT APPEARED!!

Tried to decode this binary text that appeared in day 4

It was hard to read some of the text since it was glitching but this is what I got:

Erro 01101000 01101001 01101000 01101001 or 00100000 critical 01100001 ero 01101110 oror 01100111 e:/rror 01100101 01101100 unkno

The numbers only would be like this: (it's in binary)

01101000 01101001 01101000 01101001 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100111 01100101 01101100

Literally just translates to "hi hi angel" or "hihi angel"

Erro H I H I or (SPACE ?) critical A ero N oror G e:/rror E L unknown (?)

I thought I'm gonna get some useful lore and information in here game theory makes me overthink 🤑😭😭

Plz give me more stuff to solve I love puzzles like this..

Edit:

I just got here and I got hit with another line of binary, time to work this bitch's education

"ERROR I SEE YOU..."

BRUH DID I JUST FREAKING DIE JWHRBWNBFJNWNFND

Omg when do attempts of staying the night with him he chats to me and it's kinda hot like he is attracted to the actual player and not the person in the game, it's so cool.

My head hurts, what the hell is this?

I can't go any further than this .. and my title screen is all messed up now..

I'll be making a second post because this is too long, I'll be decodint whatever the heck this is if I can.. please help me y'all...

Sorry this is literally my first post and it's so messy..

I will tryta translate the text that appeared in this: I will maybe give a tutorial on how to get the bad ending tomorrow too if I remember. Remind me please!

[glitterkoo]

jeon jungkook - handle with care

warnings ; oral (f recieving), he hits it from the back, hair pulling, blue collar dick🚨🚨

prompt ; in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.

note ; if you are reading this.. this is a queue’d post while im in MEXICO!!!!! you horny little sluts really thought i would leave you alone for 5 days.. i would never. i figured — hey if i can’t post part 5 of tpod i can at least give a life lesson on blue collar dick, right? backstory here is that the other day my best friend and i had a conversation about our sexy ass landlord and that got me thinking… jungkook..? blue collar..? big dick..? so anyways this is the product of that convo! (and also a standalone one shot bc yall be loving these!)

Later, when someone asks you to recap this story, you’ll say that in your defense, you weren’t expecting the electrician to look like he walked straight off some cringy Pornhub set. You’ll say you just wanted your electricity fixed, not to be spiritually humbled by a man who smells like sawdust and pine.

Your apartment is the kind of place that builds character. And by character, you mean mild trauma.

The kitchen light flickers like it’s been possessed since the day you moved in. The ceiling creaks when your upstairs neighbor sneezes. Your shower only has two settings (arctic and molten lava). There’s a weird stain on the ceiling you’ve been ignoring for three months. And today, of all days, the universe decided to cut the last thread holding your sanity together: the power.

No lights. No working outlets. No WiFi. Which means you’re sitting on your couch, in a hoodie and shorts, trying to hotspot your laptop with 3% battery left while rage-texting your landlord like you’re filing an official grievance with Satan himself.

You immediately text your landlord, fully expecting a five-day delay and a $30 deduction off your next rent.

You: hi. respectfully. what the FUCK is happening?

You: i work from home. i pay rent. i have needs. pls fix ASAP.

He replies five minutes later like he’s doing you a personal favor.

Landlord: sending my guy over. 15 mins.

Your landlord is somehow both your greatest nemesis and your weirdest emotional support system. He’ll ignore three maintenance requests, ghost you for a week, then show up unannounced with a half-eaten bag of Hot Cheetos. You’ve threatened to sue him in writing and sent him a happy birthday meme in the same month. And you’re already halfway into a mental spiral about “his guy” being a 60-year-old with pants that don’t stay up and opinions about the current political climate when there’s a knock at your door.

You swing the door open, fully expecting to see a crusty old man with a clipboard and a wheeze, and instead, you see… (and you’ll remember this moment until the day you die.)

Lip ring. Tattoo sleeve. Tool belt slung low over cargo pants. A black tee stretched across broad shoulders. Jesus Christ, the hair. Dark, slightly shaggy, pushed back on top but long in the back, curling at the nape of his neck in a way that should not be allowed near unsupervised women.

“Hey’,” he says, like this isn’t a pivotal moment in your sexual awakening. “I’m here about the outage?”

You blink at him. You are officially unfit for conversation.

This man has a mullet. A tattooed, lip-ringed, mullet-wearing man is standing in your hallway holding a voltage tester like its foreplay.

Suddenly, your pajama shorts feel too short for this moment. You fumble with the doorknob, “Uh. Yeah. Come in. It’s, uh.. yeah.”

Brilliant. Shakespeare could never.

He steps inside, and holy shit, he’s even taller than you thought. The kind of tall that makes your ceilings feel shorter. The kind of tall where you have to crane your neck just slightly to look up at him, which is offensive because you’re not exactly short yourself. He smells like a mix of sawdust, a hint of pine, laundry detergent, and a 2002 Nissan Altima. It’s oddly specific.

He glances around like he’s surveying a battlefield. “Power cut out completely?”

You nod, shuffling behind him as he moves farther into your apartment with the kind of confidence like he’s somehow been to your home before. His boots thud across your hardwood floor, scuffed and loud. The tool belt clinks. His shirt rides up when he stretches his arm to check something near the ceiling and there’s a flash of golden skin and low-slung cargo pants and—

You’re not doing well.

He pops open the panel in the ceiling like it’s nothing. “Y’all been having issues with this before? Flickering? Dead outlets?”

“Sometimes the kitchen light hums like it’s possessed,” you say, which you regret immediately. “I mean, not literally possessed. Not like.. haunted. Just… you know. Buzzing.”

He chuckles. It’s a low, gravelly sound that sinks its teeth into your spine and doesn’t let go.

“Probably a loose connection in the junction box. Nothing too crazy,” he says, grabbing something from his belt that you will now dream about tonight. “You work from home?”

You nod again, helpless. “Yeah. Marketing.”

He glances back at you. “Tough with no WiFi.”

You turn around under the guise of “letting him work” but really just to text your roommate, Sana, with trembling fingers.

You: help. our power went out and the electrician we got sent is so hot

You: he has a MULLET. a mullet, sana. he said “junction box” and i almost moaned

You hear him grunt softly as he stretches to reach something and you nearly drop your phone.

Sana: SEND A PIC RN

You sneak a glance back — he’s perched on your step stool, arms flexing as he reaches into the ceiling. His hair is curling perfectly at the back of his neck, a little messy from the heat.

You don’t send a pic. You can’t. It feels criminal. You feel like you’re watching live porn with consequences.

Then he speaks again, casually. “You smell something burning last night? Or anything weird before it cut out?”

You nearly say “just my ovaries,” but God reaches down and slaps your mouth shut.

Instead, you clear your throat. “Nope. No sparks, no smell. It just… died this morning.”

He nods, focused. “Might be a fuse then. I’ll check the basement in a sec.”

He drops down from the stool with a casual thud and wipes his hands on that rag in his back pocket. That ass, that rag. This is no longer an apartment. It’s a crime scene.

You glance up just in time to see him walking toward your front door, lifting the back of his shirt to wipe his forehead. You black out for a second.

You: he just wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his shirt. i saw ab muscle. like cut definition. i think it smiled at me.

Sana: you need jail or a CONDOM stat. get his number???

You’re halfway through typing “I don’t even know his name yet” when the front door opens behind you, and you almost launch your phone across the room like it’s a grenade.

He steps back into your apartment with that casual, unbothered energy he’s so good at carrying. Hair slightly damp at the edges now, cheeks pink from the walk up your stairs, tool belt still jingling.

“Basement breaker’s fine,” he says, brushing his palm down the front of his shirt. “Might be a wiring issue. Gonna check one more thing.”

You blink. Nod. Attempt human speech. Fail. “Cool. Yeah. Check… stuff.”

Christ. You sound like you learned English from Duolingo five minutes ago.

He smiles then, actually smiles. Full teeth, little bunny front ones peeking out. His lip ring glints as he does it, and your brain goes completely static for a second.

“Want some water?” you blurt, and immediately hate yourself. “Or iced tea? Or, whatever I have in the fridge that isn’t expired?”

He huffs out a little laugh, shakes his head. “Nah, I’m good. But thanks, sweetheart.”

You freeze like you’ve been slapped by a porn star. He walks past you again like nothing happened, reaching for something in his tool bag, completely unaware that your soul just evacuated your body.

You unlock your phone immediately, fingers trembling, and text in all caps.

You: HE CALLED ME SWEETHEART.

You: arrest him. make him marry me. i don’t care just make it LEGAL

You barely get the message out when he turns slightly and casually, and says, “So… you live here with your boyfriend, or…?”

You blink hard.

The question hangs there, just slightly too relaxed. Like it’s not loaded with potential. Like it’s not every Wattpad plotline you’ve ever read come to life in front of your half-broken Ikea bookshelf.

Your brain short-circuits harder than your kitchen socket. Is he flirting? Was that… are you being flirted with? It’s been a minute. Like, a long minute since you’ve had someone show genuine interest in you. You can’t tell anymore. He could be asking because he needs to know whose ass he’s about to get chewed out by if he knocks something over, or because he’s just curious.

You manage to croak out, “Just my roommate. Sana.”

He nods and doesn’t press. He lets out a low, distracted, “Hm,” like that’s useful information. Like it slots into place somewhere in his head and he’s okay with it.

You, meanwhile, are mentally drafting a will because you’re not sure your heart’s going to survive the rest of this visit.

He leans over your couch armrest to reach the outlet near the floor. His cargo pants pull slightly tighter around his thighs and you look away so fast you give yourself whiplash. You try to look normal, like a woman who isn’t catastrophically horny over someone adjusting your voltage.

You: HE ASKED IF I HAD A BOYFRIEND

Sana: I AM SCREAMING. I’M IN LINE AT TRADER JOE’S. OFFER TO MAKE HIM LEMONADE OR SIT ON HIS FACE IDK CHOOSE FAST

He stands back up, wiping his palms on that stupid fucking rag again, and glances over his shoulder. “Shouldn’t take much longer,” he quips with that lazy, dangerous smile.

You nod, eyes wide, pretending you’re normal. “Cool. Thanks. No rush or anything. It’s not like I need power to… survive.”

He quirks a brow at that, like he finds you kind of funny, or kind of tragic.

You sit on the couch, phone hidden in your lap like it’s a shameful secret. He crouches near another outlet, testing something with one of those little gadgets that beeps and blinks.

“So, marketing,” he says over his shoulder. “Like… ads?”

You blink. “Uh. Yeah. I work for a beauty brand. Mostly social media, some campaign strategy. Lots of pretending I know what I’m doing and hoping the algorithm doesn’t hate me that day.”

He chuckles. That low, amused sound that makes your toes curl. “That why you’re so good at talking?”

You freeze. “What?”

He glances back, smile creeping in slow and lazy. There’s an unfortunate amount of sarcasm behind his tone. “You seem to stumble a bit over words.”

You blink again, officially out of working brain cells. “Sorry. I—I can stop. I don’t mean to be annoying, I just—”

“I didn’t say it was annoying.” He doesn’t look at you when he says it. He crouches lower again, tapping something against the outlet. But you hear it anyway and feel it, low in your stomach like a dropped elevator.

Your phone buzzes in your lap, blessedly interrupting the moment before you combust.

Sana: girl. do i need to walk around the block or are you gonna fuck him. be honest.

You bite your lip so hard you nearly draw blood. He straightens up, wiping his palms again. “So do you like it? The job?”

“Oh. Um. Yeah. It’s… stressful. But fun, sometimes. I guess,” You scratch the back of your neck.

“You good at it?” He grunts out, looking for something in his toolbox.

Your mind blanks. “What?”

He turns to look at you full-on now, arms crossed, shirt clinging to the curve of his shoulders. “Marketing. All that stuff. You good at it?”

You let out a nervous little laugh. “I mean, I hope so. I’ve been doing it for a few years now, and nobody’s fired me yet.”

“That’s not what I asked.” His tone isn’t aggressive. It’s low and relaxed. But something about the way he says it makes your pulse skip.

“I… I think I am,” you say, slower this time.

He nods once as if that answer pleases him. “You seem like you’d be.”

You’re gonna die. You’re going to actually die. This man is being nice to you, and it feels like your body isn’t prepared for that level of stimulus.

You glance at your phone again.

Sana: WHY ARE YOU TAKING THIS LONG TO RESPOND??? IS HIS DICK OUT. BLINK TWICE

You look back up and he’s leaning against the doorframe that divides your kitchen and living room now, arms still crossed, lip ring catching the light. “So your roommate…?”

You nod, trying not to choke. “Yeah. Her name’s Sana. We’ve lived together since college.”

“She at work?” You swear he looks at your legs in your shorts, but could also be wishful thinking.

“Not right now. She works night shifts at the hospital 15 minutes away from here.,” You twiddle your thumbs in your lap.

He hums, still watching you. “So you’re here all alone today.”

It’s not a question. It shouldn’t be hot. It’s just a sentence. But, the way he says it? The tone? The slight lilt at the end, like it means more than it says?

You let out a strangled sound that you hope reads as a laugh. “Yeah. Just me. Alone. In this… apartment. Where you are. Currently.”

He tilts his head, smiling again. “You’re kind of funny for someone with no electricity.”

You hesitate. Then, blurting before you can stop yourself, “And you’re kind of cocky for someone who still hasn’t turned my lights on yet.”

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly appearing. “Hm?”

You shake your head way too fast. “I mean—just—like, you’ve been here for a bit now and you’re fixing my power and it is taking quite long, but I promise I’m not mad about it.. I’m sorry.”

He lets out a real laugh this time. Full, low, and stupidly hot. He pushes off the wall and walks back toward the kitchen like he didn’t just wreck your central nervous system.

You take another breath and text Sana.

You: he’s flirting. he’s literally flirting. i want to crawl inside the oven

Sana: girl. jump on the counter and say “while you’re fixing things, i’m also broken.”

Almost like he was trying to prove a point to you, the lights come back on with a quiet click, a whirr of electricity humming back to life through your walls, and you swear the sound might as well be a death knell.

He steps back from the panel in your hallway, tapping the side of it with a knuckle like he just fixed your entire infrastructure. “There we go,” he says, “Should be good now. Might’ve just been a loose connection behind the breaker, it’s common in these old buildings.”

You nod slowly, like you understood a single word of that. All you really heard was competency and your brain whispered: breedable.

“That’s… great,” you reply, way too softly. “Thanks.”

He wipes his hands again on that same rag and starts packing up his tools, metal clicking together as he slips things back into place. His forearm flexes with every movement, tattoos shifting across his skin like they’re in on the joke.

“Need help with anything else?” he asks casually, not looking at you as he zips up the tool bag. His voice dips slightly.

Your heart stutters. You should say actually, yeah, my back is acting up and I think the solution involves that couch and maybe you using me like a handrail. But instead you go, “Nope. That’s all.”

Your phone vibrates against your thigh, dragging you back to earth.

Sana: have you ever heard of blue collar dick??? this is ur chance

You squint at that text, thumbs pausing mid-reply.

Blue collar dick.

The phrase unlocks something buried deep in your brain. A memory. A TikTok you watched half-asleep one night at 1:37AM, under the glow of your LED lights, while eating dry cereal out of a mug. The girl had looked straight into the camera, wide-eyed and deadly serious, and whispered: “Blue collar dick is not just a concept. It’s a lifestyle. It’s the kind of unholy grip someone develops on you after a man with calloused hands and a union paycheck fixes your sink and rearranges your soul in the same afternoon.”

You’d laughed. Scoffed, even. How dramatic.

He zips up the last pouch on his tool bag and stands tall, glancing toward the door like he might head that way but he doesn’t. He stays.

He rolls his shoulder a little, absently adjusting the strap, and you watch his fingers drag across the curve of his neck.

“You think everything working alright?” he asks, voice low and unhurried like he’s trying to fill the silence. Like he knows you’re still stuck in some sort of horny trance and he’s being generous enough to let you catch up.

“Yeah,” you say, breathier than intended. “Power’s on. Looks like the WiFi is back. I can check if my laptop came back to life.”

You gesture toward your computer like it matters. Like any of that is worth focusing on when he is standing six feet from you.

He hums, looking around your living room where you’re still on your couch. “Place is cute.”

You blink. “Oh. Uh. Thanks. It’s… falling apart slowly, but charming.”

He doesn’t really acknowledge that. “Anything else broken in here?” he asks, stepping away from the wall a little. “Leaky faucet? Shaky table leg? My dad taught me how to fix a ton of stuff, I’m pretty handy with anything. You want me to check something else?”

Your mouth opens and closes. Your brain struggles to find the words, and the words you want to say are not coming out easily, so you just respond with, “No. I mean… no, I think we’re good. You fixed the lights.”

His eyes flicker and stay on you just a second too long. Then he shifts slightly, sets the tool box down again with a thud, and stretches his arms overhead like he’s got nowhere to be. Shirt rides up just enough for you to see the line of his waistband and the shadow of toned skin beneath it, and you almost bite your tongue off.

“You sure?” he asks again, tone casual, almost amused now. “You looked kinda… bummed when the lights came back on.”

Your head jerks up. “What? No. I wasn’t.. I mean, not bummed. Just surprised. Happy. Grateful. Electrified, if you will.”

Electrified. You’re going to throw yourself off the balcony.

He laughs again, and you swear it vibrates in your chest. “I could hang out a sec,” he offers, and it’s not subtle anymore. “Just make sure everything stays stable. Sometimes the lights will turn back off randomly.”

Everything’s stable, you repeat in your brain like an idiot. I am not.

He’s leaning one shoulder against the wall now, lazy and relaxed, eyes still on you like he’s just waiting to see what you’ll say next.

Before your brain can stop your mouth from doing anything reckless, you blurt out, “Have you eaten?”

His brows lift. “What?”

You clear your throat. “Lunch. Have you had any?”

He tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your mouth for one half-second too long. “Not yet,” he says, “Didn’t get the chance.”

You nod like this is normal. Like offering sandwiches to electricians with tool belts and stupidly sexy mullets is part of your daily routine. “I can make you something if you want.”

His mouth curves, slow and teasing. “Yeah? You feed all the guys your landlord sends over?”

You roll your eyes so hard they nearly eject from your skull. “Only the ones who save me from having to live in darkness.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Then yeah. I’m kinda hungry.”

He walks over to where you’re sitting, drops his bag beside the couch, stretches with a casual groan that shoots straight between your thighs, and flops onto your couch like he’s done it a hundred times. Like your couch is a perfectly acceptable throne for his man-spreading, bicep-showcasing, very-much-staying presence.

You twiddle your fingers, “If i make you food, it’s only right if I get your name.”

Smooth. Real fucking smooth.

“Jungkook,” He looks over to you, trying to bite back a grin. “And yours is [Y/N], right? Saw it on the assignment sheet.”

“Cool,” You gulp down some saliva that was lodged in your throat.

You march to the kitchen like a woman on a mission, flinging the fridge open with the determination of someone prepping for an exorcism. It’s not that you want to impress him. It’s just that… okay. No. You do want to impress him. You want to serve this man a sandwich so good he files a formal complaint against your thighs for being too far from his face.

You find good bread. Not the sad white slices. You find turkey. Cheese. Lettuce that isn’t slimy. A tomato you aggressively pat dry with a paper towel like a psychotic housewife. You toast the bread and add a little mustard. You even cut the sandwich diagonally, because if you’re going to be delusional, you’re going to be domestically deranged about it.

Your phone buzzes for the billionth time.

Sana: DID YOU FUCK HIM YET

You ignore her. You grab a little paper plate with a cup of water and a napkin and present this meal like you are some Michelin chef. You walk it out carefully, feeling like you should have a white linen apron and one of those vintage Coke ads playing behind you.

“Damn,” he says when you hand it to him, voice warm with surprise. “You really went all out.”

You shrug, trying to act chill. “Just a sandwich.”

He takes a bite and groans.“No, this is next level. Wife-tier sandwich.”

Your face goes hot. You sit down beside him on the couch, one cushion away, legs crossed, heart racing. You grab your phone and finally reply to Sana before she drives to the apartment and physically removes you.

You: sana i need you to take a lap. actually take a five-mile lap. this house needs to be mine for two hours minimum.

Sana: i will literally be gone until sunset

You set your phone down and glance at him again. He’s halfway through the sandwich already, clearly enjoying the hell out of it, crumbs on his fingers, lip ring glinting as he chews.

“So,” you say casually, “how’d you get into electrical work?”

He swallows, wipes his mouth, and shrugs. “Started out helping my uncle with his crew back home. Learned enough on the job that I stuck with it. Took the exam, got certified, picked up my own clients.”

“That’s hot,” you say before thinking.

He pauses, blinks, then smirks again. “Yeah?”

You want to shrivel into the cushions. “I mean, just like the hands-on thing. Fixing stuff. Being good with your hands.”

He glances at you, faintly amused. “It’s a bold choice… Flirting with the guy who knows your wires inside out better than you ever could.”

You’ve made your decision. You’ve committed to the bit. You’re going to have him. You don’t care how. You don’t care if it’s a terrible idea. You’re already halfway there, and if blue collar dick is a myth, you’d like to be the one to confirm or deny it firsthand. You smile, tilting your head. “I like living on the edge.”

He finishes the sandwich and sets the plate on your coffee table with a little sigh. “Damn. Guess I should’ve been in this line of work sooner.”

You let out a soft laugh, glancing at him through your lashes like you’re not actively in the process of losing your mind.

He shifts slightly on the couch, one arm thrown casually along the back cushion, knee brushing yours now, and your whole body tightens at the contact. You look down at his hand, rough, calloused, fingers spread just enough to imagine what they’d feel like anywhere else.

Focus. Focus.

“So,” you start, aiming for casual but landing somewhere around unhinged, “do you, like… do this for a lot of people?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Fix electricity?”

You laugh too fast. “No! Well, yeah. I mean. Yes. But like… do you do this for one person a lot? Regularly? Like… someone special. Like a client. A consistent client.”

He’s still watching you, brows slightly raised, clearly trying to follow your logic. “Huh?”

You look down, embarrassed. Shit. Too subtle. You double back. “Sorry, I meant… like… is there someone who, you know, gets their power fixed all the time? Like a… girlfriend?”

Oh my god. Girlfriend. You say it like you’ve never spoken English before, like the concept of casual inquiry never existed.

His lips tugging up like he knows exactly what you’re asking. “Nah,” he replies. “No girlfriend.”

He reaches for the glass of water you’d set on the coffee table earlier, and you watch his throat work as he takes a slow gulp. His lip ring catches the light again, and your brain completely flatlines.

No girlfriend.

No girlfriend. That’s… fine. That’s great. That’s also dangerous.

Your heart is pounding so loud in your ears you barely register that he hasn’t looked away. When he sets the glass down again, his eyes don’t drift back to his phone or the room or the vague distance.

They stay locked on you.

You shift slightly, suddenly hyperaware of how close you’re sitting. His fingers are still relaxed against the couch cushion, a breath away from the curve of your shoulder.

“Should I expect a full background check with your next outage?”he says, voice low now.

You’re officially in the danger zone now with no intentions of stopping. “Already ran yours. Five star reviews all around. “

He chuckles, quietly. “I’m honored.”

Your breath catches. It’s a small sound. Barely audible. But his gaze dips lower at the sound of it, flickering between your mouth and your throat. He doesn’t hide it anymore. There’s no playfulness left.

“Stop staring” you mutter, trying to keep your voice even.

He lifts a brow. “I’m not.”

“Are you… thinking about kissing me?” This is worse than that one time in 10th grade when you got put in a closet with your crush and you practically slammed him against the door begging him to kiss you.

However, Jungkook doesn’t smile or smile. His gaze lingers on your lips still like he’s counting the seconds. “Would that be a problem?”

Your stomach drops. The air between you turns solid. “No,” you say softly. “It’d be the opposite of a problem.”

He doesn’t move right away, or lunge and lean in. He lets the silence fill with heat, with potential, like he wants you to feel the choice stretch out and make sure you want it just as much as he does. (Is he insane? Of course you do)

You want him to kiss you so bad it’s physically painful. Every nerve in your body is waiting for it, screaming for it, for the weight of his hand on your jaw, the feel of his lip ring pressing into yours.

You inch just slightly closer and your knee brushes against his fully now. Your face is tilted up toward his without even thinking.

“Are you gonna?” you whisper, voice barely there.

His eyes flicker again and then he smiles. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He leans in, not in some clumsy rush. He drags it out just long enough for you to feel your whole body tense with anticipation. His hand finds your jaw first, thumb brushing your cheek, fingers curling gently under your chin.

And then his mouth is on yours.

He kisses you like it’s his job, like he’s done this a thousand times but still finds something new in the shape of your lips. His mouth moves with intention, none of that awkward fumbling, none of the soft, shy hesitation. It’s confident. His lip ring drags against your lower lip and you actually whimper, because of course he knows how to use it.

He groans low in his throat when your fingers knot in the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. One hand slips around the back of your neck, the other finding your waist, pulling you across the couch and into him like he can’t stand even a breath of space between you.

He tastes like faint mint and the sandwich you made him. Your legs shift, tangling with his. His hand is already on your thigh, rough palm skimming under the hem of your shorts, gripping hard enough to make your breath stutter into his mouth.

You gasp when he bites down lightly, but enough to make you feel it. He soothes it with a kiss immediately after, dragging his mouth down your jaw, and murmurs into your skin, “You’re a good kisser.”

You could die. You could die right now and it would be worth it.

You tilt your head back to give him more access, voice breathless. “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself.”

That earns you another groan, this one deeper, more possessive. His hand slides up your side, under your hoodie, fingers grazing bare skin and making your back arch instinctively.

He kisses you again, messier now and wetter. Tongues tangling, teeth clashing. His fingers sink into your thigh, pull you closer until you’re practically straddling him on the couch and you feel him, hard beneath his cargo pants, pressed against your hip like a threat.

“You sure you don’t need anything else fixed?” he murmurs against your mouth.

And all you can do is nod, eyes heavy, hands trembling against his chest as you whisper: “Hmm. I think my body is out of order. Needs fixing.”

Big hands grip your thighs, and with one swift, greedy motion, he’s pushing you back into the couch cushions. You land with a quiet gasp, hair fanned out, lips swollen, hoodie riding up over your stomach.

He’s hovering, body caged above yours, weight pressed into one arm braced beside your head, the other skimming up your waist and dragging your hoodie even higher. His silver chain dangles loose from his neck and every time he leans down to kiss you again, it smacks against your throat, cold and heavy, sending a shiver straight through you.

He groans when you arch up into him, letting your hips roll slightly, needy and desperate, and he feels it, feels how bad you want him and how worked up you are.

His bicep flexes beside your head, holding himself up so he doesn’t crush you but you kind of wish he would. You let your hand drift up, fingertips grazing the muscle slowly, shamelessly.

Holy fuck, he’s strong.

Strong in the way that makes your thighs press together, that makes you want to find out what else those arms can hold you down against. You squeeze just a little, test the resistance, and he grins against your lips.

“That’s what you’re thinkin’ about?” he murmurs, dragging his mouth to your neck now, teeth grazing your jaw. “My arms?”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Your brain is literally melting.

He licks a stripe up the side of your throat and bites, just enough to make you whimper, and the damn chain swings again, cold against the same spot.

“You like that?” he asks, “Hmm?”

You nod frantically, whining. You’re gone.

His hand slides down to grip your thigh again, hiking it up around his waist, and the angle has you gasping. His hips dip into yours just enough to make it obvious: he’s hard, and he’s not even trying to hide it now.

“You gonna let me take care of you?” he mutters, biting your earlobe. “Since you fed me and everything. Feels only fair.”

You nod again, breathless. “Yeah.”

“Good,” he says, lips brushing yours. “Been thinkin’ about kissing you since the second you opened that door.”

His hands are already slipping under the hem of your hoodie, thumbs dragging across the skin of your waist as he mutters, low and sinful, “Lift your hips for me.”

You do instantly and he slides your shorts down so slowly it feels like punishment. They snag slightly at your thighs before he gets them off, flinging them somewhere over the armrest, and then he just stares. Lets his eyes drag from your knees to the place between your thighs like he’s about to pray and commit a felony in the same breath.

You’re not even fully naked, but you already feel exposed. Every part of you twitching with anticipation because the way this man looks at you? It’s like he already knows what you taste like.

He lowers himself, right between your knees and spreads your legs open with two hands and drags your body closer to him.

“You’re already shaking,” he whispers, lips brushing along the inside of your thigh. “What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart?”

You want to answer. You try to answer. But then he presses a kiss right above your knee, then lower and lower. It’s like he’s savoring every inch of you, kissing a trail up your thigh like you’re dessert and he’s been starving all day.

When he finally gets to your underwear, he lets out a low hum.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, thumb dragging along the edge. “You’re soaked.”

You choke on your own spit. He hooks his fingers under the waistband, and looks up at you, eyes dark. You’re propped up on your elbows, watching him like you’re in a live-action fantasy, because that’s exactly what it feels like.

“Gonna take these off now,” he says, almost too gently.

You nod like a bobblehead. “Please.”

He tugs them down painfully slow, and when they slip off your legs and drop to the floor, he doesn’t even hesitate. He just dives in.

Tongue flat, broad, ruthless against you, dragging through your folds. You jolt, hips bucking off the couch, and his hands immediately slide up to pin you down, fingers bruising your thighs as he holds you in place.

He moans into you, tongue curling, lips wrapping around your clit with slow, maddening pressure. The suction makes you cry out, hand flying to grab at his hair, soft, messy strands you curl your fingers into.

“Fuck, J-Jungkook,” you gasp. His grip tightens on your thighs in response. He flattens his tongue again, licking long and slow, nose nudging against your clit just enough to make your legs shake. Then he shifts, tilts his head just slightly, and flicks the tip of his tongue in tight, fast circles.

You swear you see God.

He doesn’t stop, and it’s obscene how good it is. You can hear it. Mapping out every flick, every swirl, every suck that makes your thighs twitch and your head fall back in helpless, high-pitched whines.

He’s so good at it, it’s almost infuriating. Like he’s been training for this specific moment, like he knew your body before you ever laid eyes on his goddamn toolbelt.

“Shit,” you whimper, your fingers gripping the edge of the couch like you’ll fall off the earth if he keeps going.

He pulls back barely, enough to murmur against your soaked skin, “What’s that, sweetheart?”

You look down at him, wide-eyed and desperate, and the sight makes your stomach flip.

His eyes are dark, heavy-lidded, locked on yours with zero shame. His lips are wet, his lip ring gleaming, his chain dragging down your thigh. His hands are still gripping your legs tight. “You’re already shaking,” he taunts, “You gonna fall apart before I even get my fingers in?”

You let out a sound you don’t recognize. Your hips buck without permission, trying to chase more friction, more pressure, anything, and he laughs.

“Thought you were gonna take it,” he mutters, kissing your inner thigh again, right where it’s already slick. “Thought you were tough.”

“Jungkook,” Your voice breaks.

“Yeah, baby?” he smiles, “Want more?”

You nod frantically. “Please. Please, please.”

“Mmhmm.” He drags his tongue back up, slow and torturous. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want—” you gasp as he suckles your clit again, just hard enough to make your legs spasm. “I want your fingers please. I can’t—”

“You can,” he says, way too calm. “You’re gonna. Not done with you yet.”

He slides one hand down between your thighs, dragging his fingers through your slick folds, slow and unhurried. You feel the first press of his fingertip at your entrance and it’s over.

When he finally pushes in just one thick finger, your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. It feels so good, too good.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he notes more to himself than to you. “Fuck. Gripping already.”

He curls his finger and you practically wail. You slap a hand over your mouth but he sees it, and then lowers his mouth back down to your clit like he’s starving for it.

His tongue and his finger move in tandem. Circles and pressure and heat all at once, building you up, pushing you higher, dragging desperate sounds out of you that you’ve never made before.

“Jungkook, fuck, please,” you sob, grabbing at his hair. “Please, I need—”

“You need what?” he murmurs against you, adding a second finger slowly, the stretch perfect, his mouth never leaving your clit.

“I need, need to cum, please—”

“Nah,” he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours as his fingers start to fuck into you even deeper, “Not yet.”

You’re near tears at this point.

He flattens his tongue and moans into you, and your hips jerk off the couch. Your hands are clutching at him now, your stomach tightening, thighs trembling around his head as he talks you through it.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he exhales, eyes locked on your face. “All needy and loud. Fuck, baby. I could eat you all day.”

You’re so close it hurts. He can feel it, the way your walls clench around his fingers, sucking him in.

“That’s it,” he coaxes, voice hoarse against you. “Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me.”

And you do, embarrassingly hard. It crashes over you like a power surge, hot and fast and blinding. Your hips jerk, your mouth drops open in a silent cry, and you’re cumming so hard you forget your own name.

He doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, until your legs are shaking uncontrollably and you’re pushing at his shoulder with a broken gasp.

Still, he doesn’t let up. His tongue is relentless, fingers even more ruthless. You’re sweating, teary-eyed and so close you’re practically vibrating, when you finally snap.

“Jungkook,” you moan, throat raw. “I need you to fuck me. Please. I can’t—“

That gets him to cease. He pulls back, mouth soaked, lip ring gleaming. His hand lingers between your thighs for a second longer before he pushes himself up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting.

You reach up, fingers clutching the front of his shirt, dragging him down so you can kiss him. You taste yourself on his tongue, and it just makes it worse, makes you needier.

He stands up, stripping down as fast as humanly possible. The black tee comes off first, revealing a chest that’s all muscle, abs that flex when he tosses the shirt aside. Then the cargo pants get shoved down, and…

Holy fucking shit.

It swings free and heavy into his palm, and you gasp.

That’s what they meant by blue collar dick. Thick, veiny, the prettiest goddamn cock you’ve ever seen. Long, curved just right, flushed and leaking at the tip as he wraps his hand around the base and starts stroking himself, slow and lazy.

He tilts his head back with a low groan, lashes fluttering, chain swinging over his chest and you just stare.

You’ve seen good dick before. You’ve had great dick, even. This is different. This is the kind of dick that installs central air and breaks bed frames. The kind that fucks through creaky floorboards, says “good girl” like a prophet, and pays in cash everywhere.

“Yeah?” he rasps, still jerking himself slowly, eyes dark as he looks down at you. “You want it, baby?”

You nod like your life depends on it. “Please. Need it so bad.”

He doesn’t waste another second. “Turn over,” he says, voice commanding. “Face down, ass up. I want that spine arched.”

You scramble to obey, flipping onto your stomach, shoving your hoodie up out of the way. You bury your face in the couch cushion, arms stretched forward, hips high in the air and the sound Jungkook makes behind you is inhuman.

“Fucking hell,” he licks his lips, hands gripping your hips, thumbs spreading you open. “Look at you.”

You feel him line up behind you, thick head sliding through your slick folds, teasing but not pushing in yet, and your whole body twitches.

“You’re perfect like this,” he says, one hand sliding up your back, pressing between your shoulder blades until your arch deepens. “Back all pretty, ass in the air, soaked for me. Fuck, baby.”

He leans forward, voice rasping hot in your ear. “You gonna take it for me like this, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you nice and deep?”

You moan out, whimpering into the pillow. “Yes. Yes, please.”

“Atta girl.”

He pushes in slow, allowing you to feel every inch. You feel the thick, burning stretch of him as he sinks in deeper, splitting you open around his cock. Your breath catches on a whimper, eyes rolling back as he fills you.

“Fuuuuck,” you choke out, voice strangled. “You’re so big.”

Behind you, Jungkook lets out a guttural groan.

“Yeah?” he rasps, still sliding in, forcing your walls to open around him. “That too much for you, baby?”

You shake your head, barely able to breathe, cheek pressed into the cushion. “No, no, it’s so good, just, fuck—”

He bottoms out, hips flush against your ass, and you swear you see stars. You’re so full it’s almost unbearable, like he’s in your stomach, You’ve never felt anything like it; your walls clenching, dripping, pulsing and he’s barely even moved yet.

He pulls out halfway and slams back in, then does it again… and again… and again.

His pace is brutal, deep, pounding thrusts that send shockwaves through your spine and bounce off the walls. Skin slapping, the obscene wet squelch of your cunt sucking him in over and over, the couch creaking beneath you. You’re a full mess under him, and he’s moaning now too.

“Fuck,”Jungkook growls behind you, breath ragged. “You hear that? You hear how wet you are for me?”

You do. The sound of your pussy squelching around his cock is loud, echoing with every thrust as your juices coat his length and drip down your thighs onto the couch cushions below.

“Fucking soaked,” he growls again, hips snapping into you.

His hand finds your hair, grabbing a fistful at the base of your neck and pulling. Your head lifts from the pillow you grabbed from nearby in a panic, back arched to its limit, body bent like a bowstring as he fucks into you harder now that he has you right where he wants you.

“Taking it so good, baby,” he pants, yanking your head back just enough to make you moan. He keeps pounding into you, dragging that cock so deep it feels like he’s carving himself into your soul, keeping your head held high by your hair, whispering filth that makes your legs shake.

“You wanna cum, don’t you?” he growls, tone thick and mean. “Wanna fall apart right here on my cock?”

You’re shaking too hard to answer, all that’s coming out are some babbles you nor him have any energy to interpret. Somehow, your brain flashes back to that fucking TikTok. That girl that described “blue collar dick” like it was some natural disaster.

Now you’re living it.

You’re bent over on your own couch, spine arched, tears in your eyes, unable to even think as Jungkook wrecks you with his cock and whispers filthy praise in your ear like it’s his job. This is blue collar dick. This is the goddamn thesis statement of that TikTok. You’re going to send that girl flowers.

“Please,” you cry, “Please, Jungkook.”

“Yeah?” he pants, breath hot against your neck as his fingers reach down and work your clit cruelly enough to keep you from tipping over. “That desperate for it, sweetheart?”

You nod, choking out sobs, your body twitching around him, clenching hard enough that he starts to fall apart.

“Fuck,” he groans, cock twitching inside you. “You’re so tight. Keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum before you do.”

You moan loud into the pillow, your whole body wrecked and burning, still locked in this purgatory he’s created, his cock fucking you deep and hard, his fingers rolling over your clit with precision, holding you right there.

“Say it,” he growls, “Tell me how bad you need it.”

“I need it, please, I need it so bad. I can’t, I’m so close, please let me cum.” Your self -control has exited the apartment.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he grits out behind you, “Fuck, baby, feel how tight you are? How bad your pussy wants to cum for me?”

You can’t answer. You’re drooling into the pillow, gasping, your body jerking with every thrust like you’re being electrocuted.

“Let go,” he groans, voice shaking. “You’re gonna cum for me now, yeah? Go on, baby. Fucking cum.”

The second his thumb presses tightly just right against your clit, you shatter. It hits you like a wave. Your body locks up, thighs clenching, back arching so hard it lifts your hips even higher as your orgasm rips through you, hot and overwhelming. You scream as your pussy clenches around his cock, pulsing and gushing as you cum so hard your vision goes white.

Your arms give out completely. You collapse forward onto the couch with a breathless sob, ass still arched up as your cunt throbs around him, wetness dripping down your thighs in sticky trails. Your face is buried in the cushion, your legs are trembling.

“Oh my fuck,” Jungkook groans, “Just like that. You feel that, baby? Feel how good it is when you cum on me?”

He curses, pulls out fast and you let out a weak little cry at the loss, at the ache he leaves behind.

But then he’s jerking himself over you, his hand wrapped tight around his cock, wrist snapping fast, hips stuttering as he pants over you, chasing his own high.

His head tilts back, bottom lip tucked under his top teeth. A deep, broken moan is ripped straight from his chest as his hips twitch forward and he spills across the curve of your ass in thick, hot ropes. His chain swings with the motion, clinking gently as he fucks his fist through it, painting your skin in messy, perfect streaks.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he groans, his eyes squeezed shut. “You’re… fuck, baby. You’re unreal.”

You’re too far gone to speak.

You stay face-down on the couch for a full minute post-impact, naked and glazed like a donut.

Jungkook exhales somewhere behind you, like he too is processing the life-altering events that just occurred in your living room. You hear his body move as he leans back, chest rising and falling, the distinct sound of a man who just came so hard he forgot his social security number.

There’s cum on your ass. Your hair’s stuck to your cheek. The throw pillow has a bite mark in it. You are not well.

You finally lift your head a fraction of an inch. “I think I just met God.”

Jungkook lets out a soft, post-nut laugh. “Yeah?” he rasps. “Tell him I said hi.”

You look over at him from where you’re sprawled out on the couch, now on your stomach. “…So do I owe you money, or…?”

He snorts. “For what?”

“For fixing my power?” You say it like it’s obvious.. which it should be.

Jungkook leans over and smacks your ass, casual, affectionate. “Nah. This one’s on the house.”

Eventually, he helps you sit up, grabbing the nearest clean towel in your bathroom like this is all completely normal. You look at each other and you don’t know whether to laugh or cry or call your landlord and thank him for being so aggressively useless.

You’ll deal with that later.

Right now, you accept the towel, take a shaky breath. You blink at him, dazed, legs still jelly. “So if I break something else… just a hypothetical, should i call you..?”

He smirks, tugs his pants back up without bothering to button them, and says, “Depends. If you break something else, I expect a personal invitation. No middleman this time.”

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Fucking round of applause, ladies and gentlemen. I devoured this.

Front seat surrender | jjk (m) | Parasocial

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, car sex, oral (m receiving), best friends with benefits, a little bit toxic, jungkook and reader are a little messy and ruin life’s of people around them

words: 4,6k

summary: jungkook was yours even if you had a boyfriend and another girl was warming his bed. you had him wrapped around your finger. one sharp breath, one heated stare— two bodies reckless in the backseat

this is a part 2 of parasocial series. however, this can be read as a stand alone story!

Reason #2. Front seat surrender

​​"The hell is wrong with you tonight?" The words cut through the party noise, making you wince.

You slouched deeper into the couch cushions, your plastic cup dangling limply between your fingers. The bass thumped through the floorboards as people laughed and danced around you, their joy making your mood feel even more out of place.

The summer breeze drifted through the open windows, carrying the sweet scent of June flowers. Your first year of university lay conquered behind you - a battlefield of all-nighters, caffeine-fueled study sessions, and those nerve-wracking moments before exam results. But through it all, Jungkook had been your constant, your anchor. The same guy who'd shared your elementary school lunch table was now sharing your college journey, your paths parallel even as you pursued different dreams - you in the biology labs, him in the maze of computer science.

"God, you two are totally dating, right?" The question followed you everywhere like an echo, bouncing off hallway walls and floating across cafeteria tables.

The memories of that night in senior year still burned bright - Jungkook's fingers intertwined with yours, his whispered words against your skin: "It should be me. I want it to be special for you." After that, something shifted. The careful dance of friendship blurred into something more intimate. His touch lingered longer - an arm sliding around your waist in crowded corridors, pulling you onto his lap during lunch breaks, his palm warm against your thigh. You found yourself melting into these moments, your fingers absent-mindedly playing with his hair while he hunched over textbooks in your room, or curling into his side during movie nights, his heartbeat steady under your ear.

The whispers grew louder. Even as Jungkook worked his way through the university's dating scene, you remained his constant star in an ever-rotating constellation.

"We're just friends," became your mantra, even as something deeper stirred in your chest, unacknowledged and unnamed.

Each time he disappeared with another girl, you swallowed the bitter pill of jealousy with a smile. Because no matter whose bed he woke up in, you were still the one he'd drop everything for at 3 AM if you needed him.

But watching him with others carved little wounds in your heart, each one deeper than the last.

Then Ren appeared - all soccer-star swagger and magnetic charm. His pursuit was relentless, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to flame. The resulting explosion with Jungkook was nuclear.

"What the hell does it matter to you?" Your voice had risen with each word, hands trembling.

Jungkook's eyes had flashed dangerously. "What does it matter? Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Yeah, I am! You're out there hooking up with half the campus, but God forbid I actually date someone!"

"That walking STD clinic?" Jungkook's voice had softened then, that familiar tenderness creeping back in. "You deserve better than that, baby. You deserve the world."

"Maybe I want to decide what I deserve." Your chin had lifted defiantly. "I'm giving him a chance."

Six months later, that argument still simmered between you, erupting periodically in heated exchanges and meaningful glares.

Ren, your golden boy with his campus king crown, was everything Jungkook wasn't - and that was both the appeal and the problem. He couldn't comprehend your relationship with Jungkook, couldn't understand why your best friend's hands still found their way to your waist, why his lips still brushed your cheek in greeting. Jungkook, for his part, seemed to delight in pushing those boundaries, his touch growing more possessive whenever Ren was watching.

"Have you fucked him?" Ren's question had come like a thunderbolt after watching Jungkook's hand slide dangerously low on your back.

The lie had tasted bitter: "No." You'd avoided his eyes, guilt churning in your stomach. What was there to tell? It was ancient history - well, sort of.

Despite his obvious hatred for Jungkook, Ren stayed. He took you on proper dates, showered you with gifts, and yes - the sex was good.

When Jungkook found out about that last part, his reaction was explosive.

"You should have talked to me first!" His voice had cracked with emotion.

You'd laughed, sharp and defensive. "Since when do I need your permission for my sex life?"

"Don't you remember-" He'd run his hands through his hair in frustration. "Why are you cutting me out because of him?"

But you weren't cutting him out - you were just drawing lines that should have existed all along. Every time you did, Jungkook acted like you were severing vital arteries instead of creating healthy boundaries.

His possessive tantrums had been almost entertaining - until Teri. Tall, blonde, and apparently more than just another notch on Jungkook's bedpost. A month had stretched into two, and now she was everywhere - at group hangouts, campus parties, even movie nights. The sight of her made your stomach twist.

"Want to catch Anora?" You'd called him last week, missing him and any attention while Ren was away despite the constant stream of texts from your boyfriend.

"Already saw it with Teri." His casual response had felt like a slap. Since when did Jungkook take his hookups to movies? "But hey, Teri's roommate is throwing this end-of-year thing next week. You in?"

"I..." The lump in your throat had made it hard to speak. Their campus was an hour away, and the thought of watching them together made you feel physically ill.

"Come on," he'd coaxed, his voice holding that special warmth reserved just for you. "I'll drive you there myself."

An hour alone in his car? "Okay," you'd agreed before your brain could catch up with your heart.

But now, a week later, at this very party, you were sitting there with a sour expression that you weren't even trying to hide.

Everything started not as you wanted when he picked you up to get to the party. 

The car ride started with Jungkook pulling up in his cherished '98 Toyota Supra - the same one that had carried you through countless high school adventures. You tugged at your tank top, the summer heat providing a convenient excuse for the revealing outfit and short denim skirt you'd chosen for this hour alone with him.

"Remember when we almost crashed this thing trying to learn stick shift?" you asked, sliding into the familiar passenger seat.

His laugh filled the car. "You mean when you almost destroyed my clutch?"

The conversation flowed effortlessly in your little bubble, words tumbling out unfiltered between bursts of laughter. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck - an old habit - fingers threading through the soft hair there. Usually, this would be when his hand would find your thigh, that familiar touch that always sent warmth pooling in your stomach.

But something was different today. Each time his hand drifted toward you, he'd pull back sharply, as if burned. The sixth time it happened, you couldn't help but notice how white his knuckles were on the steering wheel.

"What the fuck?" you muttered under your breath. Since when did Jungkook hold back with you? Was this about... her? The thought of Teri being the reason for this new restraint made your chest tight with an emotion you refused to name.

"You okay?" he asked, glancing over.

"Peachy," you replied, forcing a smile. What right did you have to feel this way? Ren's latest text sat unread in your phone, a reminder of your own relationship status. So you swallowed the bitterness and kept the conversation light, even as jealousy gnawed at your insides.

The house came into view, music already pulsing through the walls, fairy lights twinkling in the growing dusk. Jungkook's hand found its usual spot on your lower back as you navigated through the crowd of drunk students, his body a protective shield behind yours.

Teri spotted you from across the room, Annie and Tom trailing behind her. Her face lit up at the sight of Jungkook, and she moved in for a kiss. Your stomach lurched, but Jungkook - after catching your eye - only gave her a quick hug.

"I'm sooo glad you made it," Teri slurred, swaying slightly. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

After a few dances with Jungkook, his hands stayed firmly on your waist - no wandering touches like before. Your skin tingled where his fingers should have been but weren't. The bass pulsed through your body as you watched Teri and her friends whisk him away, leaving you alone with Annie and Tom on the couch. Their lips locked together while you nursed your drink, stealing glances at Teri hanging off Jungkook's neck, her lips brushing his ear. Despite staying sober to drive you home, he seemed to be enjoying her attention.

"Hello? Earth to space cadet?" Annie's voice cut through your brooding. Tom finally came up for air, both of them staring at you.

You drained your beer, pushing yourself up from the couch. "I'm out."

Annie's hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. "Are you crazy? It's barely been two hours!" She spun you toward the dancing crowd, where several guys were already eyeing you appreciatively. "Look at all these guys checking you out."

You rolled your eyes. "I have a boyfriend, Ann."

"Funny how you only remember that when it's not about Jungkook," Annie muttered, but the alcohol buzzing through your system let you brush it off.

"Boring. I'm leaving," you insisted, pulling away.

"It's late, and dressed like that? Have you lost your mind?" Genuine concern laced Annie's voice.

Your lips curved into a mischievous smile. "I'll find someone to drive me. Didn't you just point out all my admirers?" You winked at her.

Weaving through the crowd, you zeroed in on the most attractive guy you could spot through your beer goggles. "Want to give me a ride, handsome?" The words dripped like honey from your lips. His eyes darkened with desire and understanding. The attention, even this kind, soothed the ache in your chest, numbing the cocktail of anger, hurt, and jealousy burning in your stomach.

He nodded, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he led you toward the door. The crowd's energy vibrated around you as you pushed through. A flutter of nervousness tickled your stomach, but something in the back of your mind told you this night would end exactly as you planned.

The stranger stopped so abruptly you collided with his back. Like clockwork. Showtime.

"Get the fuck out before I make you." Jungkook's voice rumbled like thunder, and the stranger vanished like morning mist. You lifted innocent eyes to meet Jungkook's, watching his broad chest rise and fall with barely contained rage. "What the hell are you thinking?"

Victory danced through your veins. Just as you knew he would, your Jungkook had been watching, even while entertaining Teri across the room. Your Jungkook would never let you leave with anyone else.

"I just wanted to go home," you murmured, pushing your lower lip out into a pout and furrowing your brows. Pure innocence. Jungkook's scowl began to soften around the edges, even as he fought to maintain his anger.

You flashed him an angelic smile, bringing your index finger to your lips in that way you knew drove him crazy - one of many secrets you'd shared over late-night conversations about what got you both going, even now with other people in your beds. "My head's spinning... I can't stay here anymore," you whispered, and the last of his frown melted away.

How could he stay mad at you?

"You know I would've taken you home - all you had to do was ask!" He guided you toward the exit, his frustration evident in every step.

The June night air kissed your skin as you walked to his car. "You seemed busy," you purred, and Jungkook's growl sent shivers down your spine.

"Bullshit. You know I'm never too busy for you." He ran his fingers through his hair, jaw clenched. God, he looked good when he was worked up.

"Sorry," you gazed up at him through your lashes as he steadied you with a hand on your waist, helping you into the car.

"I forgive you, but I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you." He gripped the steering wheel tight, starting the engine.

"Kookie," you cooed, reaching out to stroke his neck. "Isn't it amazing that we have each other?"

A smirk played at his lips. "You could say that."

"No, really..." Your fingers traced the curve of his bicep, giving in to your body's constant need to touch him, to confirm he was still yours. Completely.

His arm tensed beneath your touch, a fleeting reaction, but you felt it. His gaze flicked toward you—dark, hungry—before snapping back to the road. A muscle in his jaw ticked as his eyes had taken in the way your legs, bare under the short skirt, angled toward him.

Yet, Jungkook kept his hands on the wheel. Kept his focus.

“We’ll always be in each other’s lives. I won’t allow anything else,” he murmured, his tone as steady as if he were reciting the time.

Your thighs pressed together, heat pooling between them, betraying you.

“Stop at that little shop and get me some ice cream,” you said, your voice feigning nonchalance. “And get some for yourself too.”

Jungkook let out a short chuckle, shaking his head. “Well done, Y/n. You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.” Yet, he pulled into the lot without hesitation.

The gas station shop stood mostly deserted, its neon sign buzzing faintly in the night. Your pulse quickened as you realized—no audience. Of course, Jungkook’s windows were tinted, but if your little plan worked, you wouldn’t want any spectators anyway.

Jungkook stepped out, leaving you alone in the car. You watched him through the windshield, eyes trailing the broad line of his back, the powerful way he moved. He’d always been good-looking, even in high school, but university had sculpted him into something more—a man.

Your fingers curled against your thighs, pressing hard. A slow, traitorous thought slithered through your mind. If his body had changed this much, what else had?

You threw your head back against the seat, exhaling sharply. Fuck. This was Jungkook. Why did you start this?

Ren.

Your stomach twisted. You had a boyfriend. A serious relationship. Or at least, it could’ve been serious—could’ve become something real.

Your eyes flicked back up, catching Jungkook’s reflection in the glass door as he stepped out, two ice creams in hand. And just like that, the guilt evaporated.

He slid into the driver’s seat, handing you yours, but before he could start the car, you stopped him.

“Wait. Let’s eat here.”

He stilled, turning his head slightly. His gaze dropped again, just for a second, to your skirt before he forced it back up. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “It’s dark,” you continued. “We’ve got half an hour left to drive. Let’s just sit for a bit.”

Jungkook’s lips pressed together as if he were testing the weight of your words. Then, with a slow nod, he leaned back. “Amazing reasoning for someone who was ready to leave with a stranger ten minutes ago,” he muttered, a trace of irritation lacing his voice.

You swatted at his thigh—a playful tap. But the way his muscles jumped under your palm wasn’t lost on you.

You ate in relative ease, chatting about summer plans, laughter slipping in between bites. You avoided mentioning Ren’s lake house, the two weeks you were supposed to spend there. Jungkook talked about work, how he was saving up for a new car.

The ice cream melted, sticky and sweet.

Your thumb smeared with a drop, and instinctively, you brought it to your lips, tongue darting out to clean it. But not before making sure Jungkook was watching.

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“You’ve got something…” His voice was rougher now, his thumb gesturing to the corner of your mouth.

You blinked at him, feigning innocence. “Where?”

He pointed again, this time on himself.

You tilted your head, pretending to inspect your reflection in the mirror before sighing. “Better clean it yourself, Jungkookie.”

His breath hitched—just barely, but enough. He reached forward, swiping his thumb across your lips. The warmth of his skin sent a shiver down your spine.

You caught his wrist before he could pull away, guiding his touch. Slowly, deliberately, you let him trace the outline of your lips. His pupils blew wide as his breathing grew heavier.

You parted your lips, drawing his thumb inside, your tongue curling around the pad of it.

Jungkook went rigid.

His fingers twitched, barely brushing against your teeth, his breath coming out in shallow, uneven bursts. You sucked lightly, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on his. The effect was instant—his chest rose sharply, his other hand gripping his thigh.

“Y/n, you—”

You sucked harder, feeling the way his body jerked, the way he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His free hand found his belt, gripping it like an anchor.

Poor thing. Big, intimidating Jungkook, the guy everyone feared—sitting before you, struggling to keep himself together.

You pulled his thumb from your lips with a wet pop.

“I…” You leaned closer, voice dripping with intent. “Want to take care of my friend.”

Your fingers trailed down, tracing the outline of his jeans. Even through the fabric, he was already straining against it.

Jungkook cursed under his breath, eyes dark and unreadable. “Fuck, Y/n, don’t joke like that.”

You smiled, wicked and knowing.

Still, he barely hesitated as he shoved his seat back, giving himself more space.

His legs spread wide, head tilted back against the headrest, breath shallow.

The space between you crackled with unspoken words, heavy breaths filling the car like a storm about to break. His fingers trembled slightly as they brushed your waist, hesitating—just for a second—before his hunger swallowed his restraint whole.

“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered, his voice raw as his forehead met yours, eyes dark and unreadable. “We shouldn’t—”

“We already are,” you whispered, undoing his zipper with slow, deliberate precision, your touch both a challenge and an invitation. His breath hitched, his restraint fracturing as your hand wrapped around his hard cock, warmth searing through your palm. His jaw clenched, a curse escaping between gritted teeth.

You felt him, hot and heavy in your grip, marveling at how thick and perfect he was. The way he twitched in your grasp, the heat radiating off him, made your mouth water. The anticipation pulsed between your legs, the ache undeniable as wetness pooled between your thighs.

His head fell back against the headrest as you leaned down, the tip of your tongue teasing him, tasting the anticipation on the tip of his dick. The groan that tore from his throat sent shivers down your spine, deep and guttural, like he was losing himself in you..

“Fuck, baby…” His fingers found your hair, gripping tight—too tight, a contradiction between wanting control and surrendering to you entirely.

You let him guide you, let him use you, taking him deeper, reveling in the way his composure unraveled with every flick of your tongue. The way he cursed your name, a plea and a punishment in one breath. You moaned softly around him, reveling in the weight of him on your tongue, in the way he barely held himself together under your touch. The way he filled your mouth, stretching your lips, sent an intoxicating thrill through your body. You were dripping for him, your thighs clenched together, desperate for friction.

The car’s interior felt suffocatingly small, filled only with the slick sounds of desperation and the raw edge of something neither of you wanted to name. You were lost in it, lost in him, lost in the way he unraveled for you so beautifully. And when his body finally tensed, his release shattering through him, the sound he made sent a shiver down your spine—a sound so unguarded, so devastatingly undone that you felt yourself trembling in response.

But the hunger wasn’t satisfied. Not yet.

Even as he came undone in your mouth, his body still thrummed with hunger. Lust. That damn longing neither of you could outrun.

His breathing was ragged as he grabbed a condom, his fingers shaking just enough for you to notice. He slid it on swiftly before pulling you onto his lap, hands gripping your hips like he was afraid you’d slip away.

His fingers found the hem of your tank top, pushing it up with deliberate slowness, his eyes darkening as your breasts spilled free. He groaned, dragging his thumbs over your nipples before taking one into his mouth, his tongue circling, teeth grazing, making you arch against him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmured against your skin, his voice wrecked with desire.

You stared at each other in the dim light, breath mingling, hearts hammering against ribs like they wanted to break free. His lips parted, something unspoken lingering there, but neither of you dared voice it.

Because this wasn’t just lust.

It was poison, dressed as passion.

And yet, as you sank down onto him, your body stretching to take him in, the only thing that mattered was the way he filled you, the way his hands gripped you tighter—like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the moment.

“God, you feel…” Jungkook's voice broke off into a growl, his forehead pressing against your shoulder, his hands roaming your body with reverence and possession.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your short denim skirt, shoving it up roughly to expose the slick heat between your legs. His grip tightened as he thrust up into you, the stretch so intoxicating it made your head spin.

You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure crashed through you in waves. He groaned, his hands steadying your hips before he snapped his own upwards, burying himself deeper. The force of it sent a cry tumbling from your lips, the intensity overwhelming as he set a brutal pace.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he panted, his voice trembling with restraint, but the way his hips surged up against yours betrayed his desperation. His hands wandered, one gripping your waist possessively while the other trailed down, slipping between your thighs. The second his fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, your entire body tensed.

Your breath hitched, vision blurring as pleasure coiled tight, unbearable, electric. His touch was ruthless, his thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge until the pleasure became too much to hold back.

“Jungkook—” His name broke from your lips in a strangled moan as you came undone around him, waves of ecstasy rippling through your body. Your walls clenched tight around him, pulling him deeper, making him groan as he chased his own release.

His movements grew frantic, desperate, his teeth grazing your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force. And when he finally let go, his release spilling into the condom, he clung to you like a drowning man.

The air between you was thick with something more than lust—something dangerous, something that made you forget why this should’ve never happened in the first place.

And when you finally collapsed against his chest, panting, trembling, your bodies tangled together in the sticky heat of the moment, you knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

No matter how much you wished it would be.

You gripped the car door handle, knuckles white against the cool metal as the engine rumbled beneath you. Jungkook's cologne filled the space between you, mixing with the crisp night air that whistled through a crack in the window. Neither of you spoke, but your racing heartbeat seemed to echo in the silence.

"So." His voice cut through the quiet, lips curving into that familiar half-smile. "Is this your way of telling me you and Ren are over?"

Ren's name hit you like a punch to the gut. You pressed your forehead against the cool glass of the window, watching streetlights blur past. "No," you whispered, your reflection avoiding his gaze in the darkened glass. "I... I don't know what's gotten into me."

Jungkook's low chuckle vibrated through the car. "I do."

Your gaze snapped to him. "What?"

His eyes caught yours, dark and knowing. "This was your way of checking if I still belong to you."

Your chest tightened. "That's not—"

"Don't lie to me, baby." His words sliced through yours, wrapped in a velvet laugh. "I know you better than you know yourself."

The truth of his words sank into your skin like ice water. Your reflection stared back at you, cheeks flushed with shame.

Your nails carved crescents into your palms as you clenched your fists in your lap. Every cell in your body screamed with self-loathing - for the betrayal, for the way your skin still tingled where Jungkook had touched you, for knowing you'd never look at Ren the same way again.

Jungkook's voice dropped to a husky whisper. "How do you plan on fucking him now?" His words dripped like honey laced with poison. "Now you that you remembered how good my dick feels?"

Heat bloomed across your face, equal parts shame and something darker, hungrier. You smacked his arm. "You're an asshole."

His laugh filled the car as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Maybe." Those eyes found yours again, gleaming. "But you love it."

The next morning, you blinked against harsh fluorescent lights as you emerged from your last biology lecture. Your notebook was filled with sketches of cell membranes and chemical equations, but your mind kept drifting to other things. The strap of your bag dug into your shoulder as you pushed through the heavy doors into the summer air.

Your lips curved upward as fragments of last night flickered through your mind - the way Jungkook's fingers had branded your skin, how perfectly he'd filled you, the rough edge in his voice when he'd...

"Y/N."

The sharp voice shattered your daydream. You spun around, and your stomach plummeted to your feet. There stood Teri, her manicured nails digging into the strap of her designer bag.

Her mascara-rimmed eyes blazed, lip curled back in a snarl. "Slut." The word cracked like a whip in the space between you.

Your jaw clenched tight enough to ache. "Excuse me?"

In one fluid motion, Teri reached into her bag and hurled something at your feet. The familiar scrap of black lace made your blood run cold. Your underwear.

The ones you'd left tangled in Jungkook's backseat.

Shit.

Whispers rippled through the crowd of students gathering around you, but they felt distant, underwater.

Teri's voice trembled, each word sharp as broken glass. "You think I'm stupid? You and Jungkook—using people like we're fucking disposable while you two play whatever twisted game this is?" Her voice climbed higher, cracking at the edges. "You clearly have feelings for each other. So why the hell are you dragging the rest of us into your mess?"

Your mouth opened and closed, but your throat had sealed shut. What defense could you possibly offer?

She stepped closer, close enough that you could see tears gathering in her eyes beneath the anger. "You could've just had him. Why mess with others?"

The guilt pressed against your ribcage like a physical weight. But underneath it, something else unfurled - a dark satisfaction that purred: She's gone now. Jungkook was never meant to be hers anyway. She was just trying to be another obstacle between you and him.

Because what you and Jungkook shared was sacred. Untouchable. Beyond anyone else's understanding.

[glitterkoo]

does milf oc ever get jealous at the thought of jungkook possibly having girls after him at college…? 🤭

well let us see

m.i.l.f (4)

you visit the dorm rooms one evening to restock your sons necessities expecting for him and his roommate to be out; yet you aren't so lucky.

word count: 4.178

warning: age difference, milf reader, smut, dirty talk, humping, nipple sucking, jungkook is a yearner, milf reader is also whipped, impregnation/breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, possessive sex,

part 1 | two | three

You sigh once you slam your car door shut and proceed to lock it. You’ve managed to hold six bags as you walk up the concrete stairs to the dorm rooms. You weren’t expecting to get a message from Dash stating that he needed more snacks and drinks for his dorm, stating that he and Jungkook had gone through them all.

Truthfully, it was all your sons doing as he was known to snack more than Jungkook, but you were his mother. You had gotten everything he asked for and then some and now here you were. 

The dorm room hallways were dimly lit and quiet. During the weekend it was like a ghost town and it allowed you to come in freely just like this without having to sign in. You hoped when you walked in there you wouldn’t come to a complete mess. Jungkook was a naturally organized person and you’re positive being with Dash had to be annoying.

Jungkook.

Your mind travels to the last time you saw him was at dinner and that was nearing a week ago. You had basically kicked him from your home to go to a party and he had not made an attempt to speak with you. You aren’t sure if this was the end for you and him - and if it was, then you should be glad.

Right?

You would be lying if you said Jungkook wasn’t the best fuck you had in years. You had several one night stands, sure, but that wasn’t exciting. You’ve dated men throughout your time, but that also didn’t lead anywhere as Dash always came first and they didn’t like that.

Jungkook was far more attentive than anyone you’ve ever met. Him pleasuring you was something he actually enjoyed doing - as if it brought him his own pleasure. He had more stamina than any man you’ve had before and it didn’t help that he was insanely attractive.

Even Dash’s father didn’t last - obviously. You getting pregnant was an act of two horny teenagers and all the responsibility was left on you. While he went on to go to college, you had to stay behind and work and raise Dash while his parents paid you on his behalf. He visited only when he was on break, and when he graduated college and got into his respected career, being a father was the last thing on his mind.

Maybe you couldn’t blame him much - but then again you could. It was around that time of  year for him to visit  and pretend he cared about his child.

You reach Dash’s door and sigh. Dash told you that he and Jungkook were at another party and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. But maybe it was childish to feel any type of way - Jungkook wasn’t yours to be territorial of. He was nothing but a good fuck that so happened to be your sons friend. You were growing far too comfortable with having him pleasure you that in the end, he could be doing this to someone else.

You open the door to the dorm room and close it behind you. The lights are off, but the led lights surrounding the walls are on and suspiciously, they’re red. Your eyes squint into the bedroom and you let out another sigh of finding a line of clothes onto the floor that belonged to your son.

You drop the bags onto the ground and you begin to stock them onto the shelves and mini fridge.

You’re far too engrossed in organising that you don’t notice the bathroom door open and close and footsteps come closer. 

“Mommy?”

You drop a can of soda and yelp when it cracks open and begins to fuzz. You go to grab it, turning your head to look at the sound of the voice.

This was highly unfortunate.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, lifting to your feet to throw out the soda can. “...why are you here?”

“In my…dorm room?” Jungkook cracks a smile. He’s naked - only sporting a towel; again, how unfortunate. Not because you don’t find the man attractive and would be willing to mound him, but because you thought you were having enough self-control lately. 

“Dash said you and him were at a party.” you murmur. You turn your head away with warm cheeks.

“He stayed.” Jungkook licks his lips. “He was occupied.”

“With Hana?” you question, not truly caring if he was or not.

Jungkook snorts. “Sure,” he says with a shrug. He hasn’t seen Hana since dinner and that was the norm with Dash.

“I’m only here to stock up on snacks and drinks.” you nod towards the newly stocked shelves. “I should be going-”

“Why?” Jungkook asks. He takes a seat onto his neatly made bed opposite of the disheveled one of Dash’s. 

“What do you mean?” you scoff.

“What’s your issue?”

You knit your brows. 

“You’ve been avoiding me, mommy.”

You want to laugh at Jungkook’s words. “I’ve been avoiding you?”

In the red light, Jungkook thinks you look hot. Especially while irritated. He knows that what he’s doing is a form of manipulation by putting the blame on you. He had decided to ignore you - against his best wishes; he missed you so much. You were obviously upset about hearing Yvette’s name that it caused you to push him away.

Witnessing Yvette at her party had irritated him enough to leave said party early against Dash’s wishes. He had driven home wanting to call you, but instead decided against it. He wanted to see how far it would go until he could see you again.

To think Jungkook was going to facetime you tonight, but here you were. It was like the universe was speaking to him now.

“Yes. You haven’t called me.” Jungkook shrugs. He doesn’t care if his towel is slowly unravelling.

“I never call you.” you squint your eyes, pondering what in the world he was going on about.

“Exactly, mommy. It’s like you don’t care about me.” Jungkook pouts a bit. “Or is it because you want me to keep following you like some type of lovesick teenager.”

You tilt your head. What game was Jungkook playing here? If anything, you should be questioning him. Why in the world would he give you the best dick in years and then ghost you for Yvette?

You mentally curse at yourself for sounding like this. You weren’t the age to care what in the world a man did - especially one your son's age.

Jungkook watches you for a moment before snorting.

“You can’t even admit that you were using me.” Jungkook shakes his head. “You’re probably off to the next college boy.”

Your eyes widen at his words. “Am I some type of cougar to you?!” you hiss at him. Why you were still here discussing anything with Jungkook was beyond you. Dash could walk through that door any moment now and see you with his nearly naked friend.

“No.” Jungkook answers swiftly. “I just thought you liked me for me.”

“I do like you, Jungkook.” you say between gritted teeth. You cannot believe you were having this conversation. “It’s just not morally correct for us to do this. You know that.”

“Then why haven’t you walked out yet?” Jungkook questions. You were asking yourself the same thing. “Since you want to be so “morally correct”.”

You stand a bit straighter. “I will.”

Jungkook leans forward, watching you. Witnessing him in the red lights in person was far better than over the phone - yet you couldn’t allow yourself to grow weak. Not now while he was obviously testing you.

“Have a good night, Jungkook.”

You turn away from him, deciding that he could organize the rest of the snacks. Whenever Dash returned, you didn’t need to be here. It was risky already sneaking around with his best friend - no matter how much of a rush it was.

Your hand wraps around the door knob and just as you open it, it closes once more. A tattooed arm is right beside your head. Another hand locks the door swiftly, leaving you caged between the door and him.

“Jungkook.”

Your tone is so soft, yet stern like that it causes Jungkook’s cock to harden instantly. 

“Yes?”

“I have to go.”

“Why? Dash won’t be back.” Jungkook states - because he texted Dash himself and told him to stay out. It was a code that the both of them came up with when the other had company over. Dash was far too oblivious to realize that recently, his eyes only ever been on you. “I missed you. You pushed me away, mommy.”

You take a deep breath. “You should be with girls your own age-”

“I knew that was why!” Jungkook quips. “Yvette is just a friend.” He wouldn’t call her that, but it was wrong to say that she was nothing to him entirely. It made sense in Jungkook’s mind.

“If I had her do you think I would be craving you every time?”

And there it was, the hand around your waist to bring you closer. The nose against your neck to inhale that sweet scent he enjoyed so much. 

Fuck.

“I missed you so much, mommy. Just stay for a while.”

This was wrong.

You couldn’t stay here in the dorms. What the fuck were you going to do if Dash did come? How would you explain that?

What if somehow someone knew you were here and you were charged with something - or Jungkook or Dash?

Why hadn’t you said no to Jungkook and why hadn’t you stopped his wandering hands?

“Please, mommy. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you.”

And of course you folded, allowing Jungkook to pull you to his bed. It’s a dorm and the biggest you could fit in here were full-size beds, but it was big enough for Jungkook and you. Somehow, you were out of your clothes in under 3 minutes and beneath his covers. Your mind screams at you to act like the grown adult you were and get out of whatever spell you were under, but your core was begging for you to stay.

“You didn’t miss me even a little bit?” Jungkook murmurs, hovering above you. His lips are kissing along your neck, leaving behind wet trails. 

“I did.” you admit, as stupid as it was to.

“You pushing me away kept me horny all night, mommy. I guess we’ll have to make that up.”

Jungkook never cared about being quiet while he was in the doors - especially during the weekends when it was as quiet and dead as it was. That meant that he could do whatever he wanted and he was fully intending on doing just that. And it always started with your breast - the perfect mounds to sit right in the palms of his hands. His hands roam your body as he finds his mouth wrapping onto your right one. His cock rubs against your naked core, sliding past your clit.

You let out a hushed moan, your body reacting for you. You actually missed having Jungkook on you - suckling onto your breast needily and treating your body with pleasure. It was insane to say aloud; but damn was it the truth.

“We can’t do this forever, Kookie.”

Jungkook’s right hand keeps you in place so he can easily rut his cock against your now wet clit. He groans against your nipples, popping it in and out of his mouth like a lollipop. His eyes glance up at you, appearing entirely too sinful underneath these same red lights.

“Why not, mommy?”

There were a thousand and one reasons why. Jungkook was just horny and so were you. Eventually his life would continue on after college and so would yours - you couldn’t continue this. But for now, it would do. You would allow Jungkook to fuck you so good that you’d lose all of your morals.

“I don’t want to fuck anyone else. I want you.”

Jungkook’s tongue licks up from your breast to your collarbones. He goes towards your neck next and sinks his teeth down onto your skin. He continues to rub against your clit, groaning and grunting against your neck while you let out a hushed gap.

“Your pussy is always so good, mommy. What do you expect me to do?”

Your pussy’s throbbing now. Jungkook’s hand grips your thigh just as you begin to buckle it to meet his thrusts.

“I think about you all the time. I think about you creaming on my cock like you do. About me cumming in you so deep that you’d end up pregnant.”

That was new, causing you to let out a low gasp - one that Jungkook notices immediately when he slides past your clit.

“You’d like that, right, mommy? Me cumming in you so much that I’d get you pregnant? I’d actually be a good father to our child.”

This was sick, you think. There was no way this was exciting you. You were a grown woman, for fucks sakes! 

But it’s the way that Jungkook says it - so low and sultry. His voice so husky and full of lust that it’s far too appealing for you not to moan and now your head, your thighs caging him closer to you. “You’d be so pretty pregnant, mommy. Your breast would grow bigger with milk. You’d look so hot.” Jungkook grumbles the last part, this time his hand reaching behind you to grip your ass entirely. His tip is right at your hole now. “I could fuck you right now, mommy. Get you full of my cum…”

Jungkook is speaking, but you notice he isn't talking to you anymore. It’s as if he’s speaking to himself - should he or should he not?

But Jungkook does. He enters you without a second thought - nor do you fight him off. Your pussy wraps around him so heavily like it usually does, and each time he’s as shocked as the last. 

Now Jungkook’s mind is fully engrossed with the thought of you being pregnant.  He would like to think he would be a good father - better than Dash’s. He knew enough to know that a father that only saw their kid maybe 4 times out the year wasn’t a father. He wouldn’t prioritize himself over you or his child; he wasn’t selfish.

Nor was Jungkook a broke college student like most. He was here because he had to be; it was mandatory if he wanted to remain in his grandfather’s will. It was mandatory if he wanted to leave here and join his family company. He didn’t need a degree that was going to get him nowhere; it was only a hobby for him - for the rest of his cousins attending and scattered in the dorms.

You didn’t need to know that; not yet.

“Fuck, mommy.” Jungkook pounds into you greedily. His hands grip your ass,  your squelching pussy music to his ears. Your legs are hiked onto his shoulders. “You’re so wet. You want a baby, don’t you?”

The sane part of you was already ashamed. You had allowed Jungkook far into your life (and body) that he was able to do or say whatever he wanted. He had you naked in under five minutes and fucking in under ten. His cock was so deep in you that you were seeing red covered stars.

“Yes, Kookie!” you squeal. “Your cock is so big!”

“And you love it.” Jungkook chuckles darkly, drilling your pussy with no remorse. 

“I do love it!”

You were being too loud, you think, but you cannot find it in you to care right now. Jungkook, in the little time you’ve allowed him to fuck you, has managed to make you cum. Countless times. Within multiple sex acts.  

This was a rarity and damn was it hard to find.

Jungkook pulls out suddenly and before you can whine, he replaces his cock with three of his fingers. He begins to pump with the same speed as his cock, connecting his tongue to your clit.

“Kook-kie!” you gasp. The sudden action has your mind swirling.

Jungkook has wanted to taste you since the same night you told him to go. He wanted to have his tongue on you again and again and again - but he didn't. So he had to take what he deserved. 

Your legs are shaking, feeling the overstimulating pleasure build through you. You cannot help with how fast you were going to cum - not when you had an overachiever like Jungkook. Your hand grips his hair to keep his tongue in place, your hips grinding against his tongue. 

Jungkook’s dark eyes glanced up at you, enjoying the way you were loving every minute of this. An action no one but him can do - only what he should be doing to you. He allows you to take a bit of control and keep him against your greedy cunt, wanting more and more until you physically couldn’t take anymore.

‘“I’m gonna cum, Kookie…!”

Jungkook only suckles hardly, allowing his fingers to pump faster and faster. He wanted you to cum all over his tongue; to use him as if he was your personal fuck toy. If only he could be day in and out; to feel and taste you at any given moment of the day.

Jungkook’s cock throbs to be inside you again.

“You’re always so good for mommy, Kookie.”

Your toes are curling as you’re cumming, your vision blurring a bit. Jungkook’s own eyes close as you begin to cum, arousal pooling out of you and coating his hand entirely, but he doesn’t want your pleasure to end - not even when you’re squealing and shaking.

Jungkook forces you onto your stomach next, hiking your hips up and he enters you. He’s fully in charge again - yet he never never stepped down. One hand is on your back, forcing you down while the other is on your hips. He pounds into you disrespectfully, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

You’re continuing to squeal into his cotton sheets, hands gripping them for support. Your ass is amazing - it always is in this position. He’s so deep that he can cum in you right now; bury you with warm seed that there isn’t any way you cannot fall pregnant.

“Such a hungry pussy, mommy. You’re doing so good.”

It was all too much to handle. Your pussy continues to leak with arousal, coating your thighs and his bedsheets entirely. You’ve unable to form words at the moment and only continue to babble or moan, but it was okay with Jungkook. He knew that only he knew how to fuck you this good.

“I know you already have a son, mommy, so I hope  we have a daughter. She’ll be so cute just like you.” Jungkook laughs gleefully, his cock springing in and out of your wet core. “And if we have a son, I guess we’ll have to try again.”

Jungkook forces a hand between your legs, teasingly tapping your swollen clit. It was sickening how wet and overstimulated you were.

“Only I can fuck you, mommy. Say it.”

You can’t - not now. Not with how well you were being fucked - completely used like a ragdoll.

“Say. It.” Jungkook hisses, his wet hand grabbing your throat and forcing you up against him. “Say that you belong to me, mommy.” Jungkook pressed, his demeanor changed entirely. His thrusts are punishing.

“Only…to…you…” you force out, clenching pussy milking his cock for everything you wanted from him. 

“Only mine to fuck, right? You won’t be a whore and cheat on me, right, mommy?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your throat. “You’re so fucked out and drunk off of cock that you’d say anything.”

Both hands grip your breast, but still Jungkook plunges his cock inside of you. It isn’t as though you’re in his college dorm with how disrespectfully he fucks you. But neither of you care - you’re drowning in overstimulation.

“Look at you, mommy. So fucked out and squirting all over me.” Jungkook chuckles. “I’ll ruin your life if you ever think you’re going to leave me and give such a sweet pussy to someone else.”

“It’s too much, Kookie.” you let out another squeal as another high bubbles up.

“I bet it is.” Jungkook spats. You don’t even realize what he’s saying to you - you were so cute. “You aren’t going to leave me. Say it.”

“I-I’m not going to leave you, Kookie.” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut yet again as you cum all over his sloppy cock. He was going to cum right in your pussy like he always does.

“F-Fuck.” Jungkook stutters. His eyes dart to the corner of his room and he smirks, the camera well hidden and only for him to see. The amount of footage he has taken on this exact bed could not compare to the footage of you he has - only for his eyes only, of course. Or, to blackmail you if you ever did decide to leave him.

Warm cum shoots right into you and you sigh, letting out a soft cry.

You want to say you don’t know when the last time you bought yourself a morning after pill.

But you cannot - because you never had. Your son was going to be graduating college soon and here you were purchasing a morning after pill.

You should be ashamed of yourself and the amount of carelessness you’ve managed to put yourself through in the last few weeks.

You managed to not get pregnant after Dash, and now you just couldn’t stop fucking.

Jungkook has fucked you on every inch - of his side - of the dorm room. Against the wall, in the surprisingly clean bathroom while you and he bathed - an act that caught even you off guard. You were so dick drunk that you rode him until he was begging you to let him cum - it was insane.

You managed to sneak out before the sun rose and went to the nearest convenient store to be judged by a middle age woman.

You close your eyes after you swallow the pill. You rest your head against the cool window and let out a soft sigh.

Was this where your life came to? Fucking Jungkook and allowing him to treat you like a cumbucket whore?

Your phone sounds so loud that it startles you. The name on the phone causes your eyebrows to shoot.

“Dash’s Dad” is labeled and instantly you want to scream. It was not the right time.

“What?”

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.”

The voice irritates you instantly. 

“I’ll be landing soon.”

“And…you’re telling me for what?” you snicker. “Call an uber.”

He sighs. “Are you always this cold, Y/N?”

“Dash is in college.” you sigh. “You don’t need to call me anymore to get in contact with him.”

He does - only because he and you both know Dash won’t answer.  Maybe it was the thought that counts.

“I was thinking I can stay at yours.”

“Hell. No.” 

Your hand squeezes the phone. To think this man had the audacity-

“Why? Found yourself a man?”

“Why the fuck is that any of your business?!” you snap.

“That means no.” he snickers. “I was thinking we can go to dinner. Talk, you know?” he speaks.

“There’s nothing for us to talk about-”

“While I’m paying his tuition, yes there is.” 

That was low. Dash didn’t even know that, nor were you going to tell him. It was a part of the agreement you made with his parents. They assisted with funding Dash while he went to college and in return, he would do the same for the son he barely had any interest in raising.

Until now apparently.

“What do you want?” you snicker with a shake of your head. “You want to come around out of nowhere and pretend to be a family man?”

“I’ve been trying-”

“You tried when he was 15.” you interrupt. “You promised to see him but haven’t done anything but send a check. Do I have to remind you that you missed his high school graduation or…?”

This is why you avoided speaking with him for so long. It ended with you being pissed at the memories of your son being disappointed time and time again.

“I’m trying, Y/N. Can you give me a little grace?”

Inhale.

Exhale.

“I’ll be expecting for us to go to dinner-”

“I’ll cook instead.” you interrupt. You didn’t want to even be seen with that man.

“Fine.” he scoffs. “Then we can discuss some things.”

You don’t even want to know at this point. Was it bad to wish that whatever plane he was on would crash and only he would be the one to not survive it?

“Whatever.”

“Bring your little boyfriend, Y/N. I know someone as graceful as-”

You hang up the phone before he can continue to piss you off.

You’re unsure why your mind drifted to Jungkook at the thought of “boyfriend”.

trivia-yandere: okay so like, not so much yandere yet but as you can see we're planting seeds... :3

part five coming soon...to think this was only supposed to be four parts

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[glitterkoo]

m.i.l.f

you get a facetime call one night from jungkook, your sons best friend, and he shows you just how much he misses you.

word count: 2.777

warning: age up reader, video sex or whateva, mommy kink, masturbation/mutual masturbation, dirty talking, moaning lmao, praise kink, breeding/impregnation kink, squirting, cumshot,

part one

You told yourself that this was going to happen. That once it was all done and over with, you were going to regret sleeping with Jungkook; the man that’s young enough to be your son. To make matters worse, you were going to have to continue to see him - he was your son's closest friend from college and his roommate.

What made you feel even worse was how you constantly thought about Jungkook. As spring break comes to an end and Jungkook and Dash return back to college, your mind constantly returns back to the man. 

It only happened once that night, but you cannot rid your mind of the way his voice changed from deep and sensual, to soft and yearning - especially when he called you Mommy. It plagues your thoughts entirely that it’s as if you can still hear him. You can feel his breath against your neck and hands upon your skin. Your nipples erect at just the memory of the way he suckled on them with such need.

You groan, slamming your book shut. You weren’t doing any reading. Your eyes are only skimming through words while your mind refuses to acknowledge it.

You place the book beside you on your bed. You lean back against silk pillow cases and let out a low sigh. Your hands lift to your temples and you begin to gently rub in circular motions.

Your phone sounds loudly from your bedside table and your eyebrows furrow. You grab it immediately because the only person who would call at such a time had to be your son.

However, it wasn’t.

Jungkook’s name flashes on the screen, a facetime call. You look back at yourself, contemplating if this was the correct thing to do. There was nothing good that happened between 12-5 a.m between two people who are attracted to one another.

You act against your best judgment and answer the call. You inhale deeply as the call answers and you’re met with Jungkook once more.

“Jungkook? Is everything okay with you and Dash?” you ask, concerned, but also not trying to appear as if you’d been waiting for his call.

“Of course.” Jungkook responds. He’s laying down, cheek against his pillow. There’s led lights in the background - red; and by what you know from your son, red lights weren’t anything holy. “Dash isn’t here right now. He’s out with a friend.”

You want to question what friend, but you don’t. Dash was an adult now and he was allowed to mingle with different type of “friends”.

“Mommy…”

And there it was, you think. Jungkook’s low-toned voice, speaking to you teasingly. His eyes, even through the dim red lights, are sparkling with mischief.

“Jungkook,” you begin, taking a deep breath. “We-”

“I miss you.” Jungkook interrupts. He moves from his side to lay on his back, the new angle allowing you to see that he’s shirtless. “You look pretty tonight, mommy. Were you reading?”

Jungkook knows you enjoyed reading.Your office holds bookcases full of different types of books - fantasies and horrors, even some non-fictional. He also noticed that you read some unholy books, as well. The amount of smut he’s found in one book had caused him to laugh to himself before putting it back to where he found it - deep in the bookcase hidden behind more wholesome books.

“I was.” you nod your head a bit, choosing to ignore the compliment that causes your heart to swell. 

“What were you reading?” Jungkook presses further. 

“Nothing interesting.” you respond.

“It must be if you were reading it, mommy.” Jungkook’s lips form a smile. “Is it one of your…guilty pleasure books?”

Your eyebrows knit together for a moment before realization dawns onto you. Your body warms up and you shake your head. “Jungkook, is there something you need from me?”

“I can’t call you just to hear your voice?” Jungkook pouts a bit. “I’ve missed you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“I can’t keep my mind off of the way you milked my cock, mommy.”

There goes the throbbing between your legs. Your pussy was such a weakling.

“I wish I could be with you now, mommy. I miss the feeling of your nipples on my tongue.”

And there your nipples went, hardening in seconds. You hated to admit that you missed Jungkook’s warm tongue on your nipples, suckling and tugging greedily with his fingers would twist your other nipple. Jungkook could do that for hours, finding great satisfaction being latched onto you.

“Kookie…” you trail off. It was bad enough you had these sinful thoughts for him, but he wasn’t going to make it any easier for you. 

“I’m so hard right now, mommy. I can’t get my mind off of you.”

Jungkook’s whimpering now, his breathing increasing.

“Can’t you help me, mommy?” Jungkook pouts again, his eyes watching you through the screen. 

“H-help you how?”

Your body is burning now with how needy Jungkook sounds.

Jungkook shuffles again and for a moment, you don’t see him. The camera pans to the ceiling and you can hear him moving beyond the screen. You swallow a bit, pondering what he could be doing.

Yet, you regret for being far too curious because when Jungkook comes back to the camera, you’re stunned, Your eyes widen. “Jungkook!” you squeal, cheeks warm.

Jungkook chuckles mischievously. He had placed his phone down - possibly on a nightstand - and sat back onto his bed. He was naked entirely, his cock out and as hard as he told you it was.

“I told you I missed you, mommy.” Jungkook speaks, widening his legs a bit. You never noticed just how thick his thighs were and you slightly remembered when Dash had told you that he and Jungkook went to the gym on occasion. “Are you upset with me?”

You blink, attempting to not stare at his cock, but it was hard. Jungkook had an amazing body and - chest toned and firm, arms flexing every few moments and his cock erect and ready for anything.

“Why would I be upset with you?” you murmur low. 

Jungkook grins. “Because, mommy…” he begins, his cock jumps a bit and it becomes even harder to not look down at it. Even in the red lights, you can see how veiny and pretty his cock was. “...I’m so hard for you right now. Can I tell you a secret?”

No, you weren’t sure you could handle whatever Jungkook had to say, but you nod hesitantly.

“I’ve came all over myself nearly every day since I fucked you.” Jungkook’s voice is deep and sensual now, as if his mind is repaying the countless times he’s came. “I can’t stop myself from thinking about the way your pussy tastes.”

Fuck - you gulp. You’re unaware that your thighs are clenching until it’s far too late.

“I wish I could taste it again, mommy…” Jungkook’s eyes flutter, his hands wrapping around his cock. “...you should ride my face next time.”

Next time.

Your breathing increases at the thought of sitting on Jungkook’s face while his tongue devours your pussy like he had prior and you can feel the familiar throbbing between your legs.

“O-Okay.” you agree beyond your best judgment. “You cock looks…really hard right now.”

Jungkook wets his lips with his tongue, his hand squeezing his cock. “It is…” Jungkook trails off.

“Why don’t you make yourself cum then?”

This had to be wrong - another form of perversion that you were going down. 

“Are you going to watch me, mommy?”

You were, and the sane part of your mind is screaming at you to end the call and go back to being professional. But of course, you don’t. You already crossed a dangerous line after sleeping with Jungkook instead of pushing him away.

“I am, Kookie.”

Jungkook visibly shudders. His grasp onto his cock tightens and he begins to stroke his cock. His lips are parted to release such beautiful, breathy moans. You bite your lip, positive that you could listen to his moans and grunts for hours without a problem. You could close your eyes right now and allow your own hands to roam between your legs…

You exhale deeply.

“Do you like watching me, mommy?” Jungkook grunts, stroking his cock a bit faster. His eyes are right at the screen - right at you. You gasp low.

“I do like it.” you murmur so low, but Jungkook hears you just fine. He picks up the pace of his strokes, even going as far as thrusting his hips upwards.

You cannot grasp your head around watching Jungkook. You never found men masturbating to be useful for you. If anything, you’d rather watch women seeing as you were one.

But witnessing Jungkook basically fuck his closed fist with such need, moaning and groaning so sweetly in your ears was enough for you to never want to not watch him. You know how good Jungkook could fuck and you’re now imagining that he was fucking you.

Were you this down bad?

“You’re so hot, mommy. I wish you were here with me.” Jungkook’s deep voice fills your ears. His cock was now wet, pre-cum sliding down the shaft of his cock and he wishes that it was your own arousal. 

“What would you do if I was there, Kookie?”

You hand finds itself between your legs. You typically didn’t wear much to bed and the nightgown made it easier for you to just dip your hands into your panties. You’re wet - sobbing with just the sight of Jungkook alone.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, breathing increases. “I’d want to fuck your tits again, mommy. You have the perfect tits.”

Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut, flashbacks of the way his wet cock thrusted right between your breasts. Your nipples were erect with lust and he wishes he could suckle onto them now like he had that night.

“You loved fucking mommy’s tits?”

You were really doing this again. 

“Yes, mommy, fuck,” Jungkook stops stroking his cock. He didn’t want to cum just yet - he wanted to speak with you for as long a possible. “I loved fucking your tits, mommy. I love your pussy, too.”

Your fingers rub along your clit feverishly, a soft moan coming from your lips.

“You have the best pussy I ever had, mommy. Your cunt was so wet and warm and so tight around my cock.” Jungkook begins to stroke his cock again, his thighs widening. Those thighs were dangerous, you think - so thick and juicy just like his cock.

“I love your cock, too.” you admit, cheeks warm because it wasn’t a lie in the slightest. “You fucked me so good, Kookie. I haven’t been fucked that good in so long.”

Jungkook grumbles, his head pushing back. He would give you an amazing fuck session any time you wanted him to; no matter what he was doing. 

Jungkook hears it. Unbeknownst to you, he has his airpods in and he can hear the slightest sound of moans.

“Are you touching yourself, mommy?” Jungkook whimpers, bottom lip poking out. “You’re sitting there watching me but I can’t see the way you’re touching that sweet pussy of yours. It isn’t fair!”

You giggled a bit, but you were feeling spontaneous. You do the same as Jungkook, placing your phone onto the nightstand and going back onto your bed.

Jungkook loves the way your nightgown sits onto your body and he truly wishes he would’ve gotten into his car and showed up to your home instead. You were kind enough to let him in - he knows it.

“You’re so pretty, mommy.” Jungkook squeezes his cock. There was no way in hell he was going to cum alone.

You’ve never done this, but you’re highly intrigued. You pull your panties down slowly and for Jungkook, it was enough tease he needed for more pre-cum to seep from his tip.

Jungkook watches with wide unblinking eyes as you open your legs to show him your wet pussy.

Jungkook whimpers.

Your fingers place itself back onto your clit, twirling.

“I wish you were here, Kookie.”

Oh fuck. Jungkook pumps his cock again.

“I would take you in my mouth. Did you like when I sucked your cock, Kookie?”

Jungkook nods hastily. 

“Your cock is so big. I liked sucking it.” you admit, licking your lips. Your fingers quicken against your clit, your thighs widening to give him a full show of how wet you were. 

“You sucked my cock so good, mommy. You’re so perfect.”

An abundance of curse words leave Jungkook’s lips. He was pumping his cock so roughly that it sounded right through the phone speaker. His cock was so hard and veiny.

Your fingers now dip into your squeezing hole. You just wanted to be filled by Jungkook and the same cock you were watching him abuse. You immediately begin to thrust your fingers into you greedily, allowing your moans and squeals to be louder.

“I wish I was fucking you now, mommy. Your fingers aren’t enough, right? You wish it was me fucking you.”

The deep tone returned. Your stomach churns and your head nods hastily. “Yes, baby, I wish it was your cock fucking me.” you squeal, arousal pooling onto your fingers. 

Jungkook’s right leg shakes, eyes watching at the way your fingers drill your pussy. You were so hot. He wishes he could watch you play with yourself in person. He knows that you’re wetter than what the camera shows. 

“Are you going to let me fuck you again, mommy?” Jungkook’s moan becomes higher pitched. “You gonna let me breed you, mommy?”

You add another finger, your palm rubbing against your clit as you thrust your fingers. Your stomach sucks in at just the thought of Jungkook cumming in you again, as sad as it sounds. 

“Y-Yes!” you answer. 

Jungkook swallows. Getting to cum in you was heavenly and if he could do it each and every time, he could. The thought of you getting round with his child causes the familiar churning in his stomach. 

“Oh, fuck-” Jungook’s breathing hitches. “-mommy you’d be so pretty dripping with my cum.”

Your fingers were cramping, but you weren’t going to stop until you came. The sound of Jungkook’s wet cock pumping against his palm, also mixed with his deep moans and dirty words. 

“I know you’re going to cum, mommy. Cum all over your fingers.” Jungkook demands. He was going to do the same, your pussy squelching around your fingers that he wished were his own. Your thighs are shaking and your eyes are fluttering, attempting to stay open and watch him.

You remove your fingers and the pressure you were feeling was released, gushing liquid pouring onto your bed. You gasp out - so does Jungkook and within seconds, his cum shoots out and all over his hands.

You had to re-shower and wash your sheets, but you were so tired now. Your fingers remove from inside of you and you let out a low sigh. You felt the relief flowing through you - before the regret for allowing yourself to succumb to Jungkook all over again.

“Kookie…” you begin, raising yourself into a seated position. “...we can’t keep doing this.”

Jungkook is currently wiping his hands on a towel when you speak. His eyes turn to his phone screen.

“Is that so?” Jungkook asks with a tilted head. 

“Yes.” you swallow. “I…you’re too young-”

“Young?” Jungkook snickers. “I’m not a child. I showed you my age when I fucked you until you were cumming all over my cock.”

Your lips formed a thin line. You knew Jungkook wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“You can tell me you want to stop all you want, mommy,” Jungkook grasps his phone and he smiles down at it - at you. “but if you aren’t going to stop me from touching you…sucking on you…then I don’t care what you have to say.”

Jungkook shrugs a bit, chuckling at the audacity of your words. 

“I have an early class tomorrow, mommy. But I can stay on the phone with you for as long as you’d like.”

You’re silent for a moment, pondering why you are so tongue tied when it comes to someone half your age.

“You should sleep, Kookie.” you murmur, closing your eyes for a moment. 

“Okay.” Jungkook nods. “I’ll see you next week for dinner, right? Dash invited me.”

There’ a smirk on Jungkook’s lip and a glint in his eyes when he tells you about the dinner but before you can speak, the phone sounds as he hangs up. You exhale the breath you were unsure that you were even holding.

part 3 coming soon...

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Hello! It has been a minute! Thank you all so much for your patience! I hope the holidays were really wonderful and I hope things keep getting better. I am happy to say we have been working on the next update! It’s very exciting, I feel as though things are coming together and the direction we are going will pave the way for our collection of future updates. (My plan, my plan, haha!) Much of last year was spent building our character bible, voice acting, and layout, all of which has now been completed!) We have also completed a great number of other items that we’ll give an update on the closer we get to our drop date!

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absolutely fell in love with this story after reading it

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