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[inkh3art]

ᒍᑌՏT ᗩ ᒍᑌՏT ᗰᑌՏᗴ??

After a messy breakup, a K-pop heartthrob swipes right on a tagged post and finds his next muse—his ex’s friend. She’s a sassy yet vulnerable girl who falls for his charm, but he’s only in it for the inspiration. As sparks fly, heartbreak, jealousy, and late-night confessions blur the lines between art and love. Will she be just another verse in his song, or can she make him see her as more?

Paired: Jungkook x Seanna

Rating: Explicit

⚠️Content Warning:

This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content (smut), strong language, angst, emotional manipulation, and themes of heartbreak. Reader discretion is advised.

©️by 1nkh3art

Jimin had come over for lunch—it’s our usual Saturday routine.

Most Saturdays, he drops by, we eat, argue over movie choices, and end up watching something neither of us picked. But today was different—we were hosting game night.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t be a complete disaster.Jungkook was coming. So was Ivelle, Ava, and her boyfriend, Taehyung.

We were kind of a squad. Taehyung, however, was more of a homebody—rarely into crowds or noise until he eventually warmed up to us. He was calm, collected... your typical “mature guy” energy.

I poked at my food with my chopsticks, not really eating. Jimin kept talking, but his words were just background noise as I stared blankly at my bowl.

“Still thinking about him?” His voice cut through my daze. I blinked and looked up. He glanced at my untouched plate, then took a swig of his beer.

I sighed and put my chopsticks down, leaning back in my chair. “Is it that obvious?” He didn’t answer right away. His silence stretched, like he was weighing the cost of what he was about to say.

“Look, Seanna… I’m saying this because you’re my friend and I care. I think you should let whatever’s going on with Jungkook go. He’s your friend’s ex—and the fact that he doesn’t care about that? That’s a red flag.” My stomach twisted. The words stung more than I wanted to admit. I tried to push back against it.

“He’s different with me.”

Jimin laughed—sharp and disbelieving. Like I’d just handed him a punchline.“Peach,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “he’s different with everyone. And with you? He’s just a different type of dangerous.”

I didn’t respond. His words settled in my chest like smoke—unwelcome, but hard to ignore. Because deep down… part of me knew he was right. We didn’t talk much after that. Jimin moved over to the living room, fluffing the couch cushions while I cleared the table in silence—but my thoughts were loud.

The sun was starting to set, casting a warm golden hue across the room. Ava had arrived with snacks before heading back out to grab drinks. A stack of board games and a deck of cards sat on the table, ready for the night ahead.

I grabbed the cards and sat cross-legged on the floor, quietly sorting through them. Behind me, Jimin was adjusting the LED lights, clearly focused—maybe intentionally avoiding eye contact.

“Do you think I’m making a mistake?” I asked quietly, not looking up. There was a pause—long enough for my chest to tighten, the silence answering me before he even spoke. “Yes,” he finally said. “But it’s your mistake to make... and fix.”

I turned to look at him. He wasn’t judging—just being brutally honest. And somehow, that made it harder to hear.

I nodded, standing up and dusting invisible particles off my pants. “Okay.” He placed an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into a side hug. “Just don’t forget who you are in the middle of this, Peach.”

I nodded again, just as Ava walked back in, drinks in hand and Taehyung right behind her, holding an extra board game. Taehyung nodded in greeting, giving me a warm side hug before heading over to greet Jimin with a friendly one-arm hug. I grabbed Ava by the wrist and dragged her over to the table where we began arranging the snacks and drinks.

“You good, love?” Ava asked, raising a brow and tilting her head like she was trying to read me.

“Uhm... awesome,” I said with a light laugh. She narrowed her eyes at me for a moment before letting it slide with a nod. The night moved on. Ivelle walked in next, and quite frankly, she didn’t look great.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked. She shook her head silently, going to sit next to Ava without a word. I didn’t expect her to be all warm and bubbly—her ex had been ghosting her, and it showed.

Just as I was about to close the door, I felt a presence—and looked up to see Jungkook standing there, towering over me with that familiar smile.

“Hi,” he said in a low, sing-song tone as he leaned in to hug me.

I smiled faintly, letting him in, and stepped aside. He headed straight over to sit by Taehyung and Jimin, who were now making burgers and laughing over something I couldn’t quite hear.

We played games, and the night was going surprisingly well—until Ivelle suggested we play Truth or Dare.

Of course she did.

I already knew I’d be choosing dare until the sun came up. There was way too much I couldn’t afford to let slip. She spun the bottle slowly, deliberately, and it landed on Jungkook. My chest tightened—something about that bottle pointing at him made me nervous.

“Truth or dare?” she asked, eyes sharp as she leaned back on her palms. He glanced at her with zero hesitation, then shrugged. “Truth.” She raised a brow, then asked, “Are you seeing someone?”

The room suddenly felt too quiet. Jimin looked at me, then took a slow sip of his beer, his gaze saying exactly what he didn’t need to say out loud: Silently judging.

Jungkook clearly looked annoyed, fiddling with his lip ring before giving a small nod.

I side-eyed Jimin, who looked unimpressed, and caught Taehyung glancing between Jimin, me, and then Jungkook like he was putting pieces together. Ava, ever the peacemaker, shoved a handful of chips into her mouth and fake-choked to break the awkward silence.

We kept playing, the questions getting spicier and riskier. Just when I felt like things might tip too far, I suggested we switch to a board game.

Ivelle crossed her arms and eyed me suspiciously, but everyone else agreed. As we began setting up, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

A text from Taehyung lit up my screen:

“Y’all fucked up fr fr.”

I looked up to see him grinning like he’d just caught us mid-sin. I rolled my eyes and shot him a middle finger in response.

We grouped ourselves in threes—guys vs. girls. The night went on with laughter, teasing, and the guys taking the lead in 30 Seconds. Jungkook’s eyes stayed locked on mine, a smug smirk playing on his lips. I did everything I could to avoid looking back, not wanting to give Ivelle even a sliver of suspicion.

The only people who seemed to notice were Jimin and Taehyung.“I’m going to refill the snacks,” I announced as the guys celebrated their latest win.

“I’ll help,” Jungkook offered, grabbing the two bowls before I could protest.

I walked to the kitchen, him close behind. The moment I set the bowls on the counter, I spun around and glared at him.“You’re making things obvious,” I hissed, voice low but sharp.

He didn’t respond right away, casually refilling the bowls like we were just friends talking about chips.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he finally said, and I rolled my eyes hard enough to see my ancestors.“We could have a quickie?” he added with a sly smile.

“This is a kitchen, Jeon. Not a place for Fifty Shades of Jungkook,” I snapped, shaking my head.

He chuckled, clearly unbothered, and stepped closer, lips brushing against my neck. I barely had time to react before Taehyung walked in, eyebrows raised and grin stretching from ear to ear.“We need... d-drinks,” he said, dragging out the word with a knowing smirk.

“I fucking knew something was going on,” he added with a low chuckle.

I immediately pulled away from Jungkook and pinched his side in annoyance before storming out of the kitchen, praying no one else had caught on.

As I walked back into the living room, heart still racing from that mess in the kitchen, I forced a smile and dropped onto the couch beside Ava.

Jungkook and Taehyung followed not long after—Jungkook looking like nothing had happened, Taehyung clearly still holding in a laugh.

But the second Jungkook entered, Ivelle’s eyes snapped to him like a hawk catching prey. She stood, arms crossed and jaw tight.

“Can we talk?” she said, not really asking. Everyone went quiet. Even the background music suddenly felt too loud.

Jungkook gave her a bored look, then shrugged. “Sure.” He followed her into the hallway, the door swinging shut behind them. We all sat in awkward silence, pretending not to hear the voices rising just beyond the wall.

“You’ve been ignoring me for days, Jungkook!” Ivelle’s voice was muffled but sharp.

“Because there’s nothing to say, Ivelle,” came his cold reply. “Nothing to say?” she scoffed. “After everything? After you said you loved me?”

“I never loved you.”

Those four words crashed into the silence like a bomb. Ava’s eyes widened, Taehyung stopped mid-chew, and I clenched my fists so hard my nails bit into my skin.A beat later, we heard the sharp, unmistakable crack of a slap.

Then silence.

"We broke up you slapping me won't change a thing. It makes you look desperate it’s not attractive."

The door creaked open again, and Jungkook walked back in like absolutely nothing happened. Calm. Unbothered. Cold.

Ivelle didn’t follow.

He sat back down, grabbed his drink, and leaned back with that same smug smirk on his face. Like nothing had broken. Like she was nothing.

“Uhm… we’re going to check on Ivelle,” Ava announces, grabbing my hand.

I stay seated, eyes glued to the empty glass in front of me. “Yeah, no. I’m staying here.” She shoots me a sharp glare—the kind that says get your ass up or else—and I groan under my breath, pushing myself up to follow her like a guilty child caught sneaking candy.

We step into the hallway and find Ivelle sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, arms wrapped around her knees as she sobs quietly.

I scratch my arm awkwardly, unsure of what to do with myself. Ava doesn’t hesitate—she drops beside her, pulling her into a hug like a best friend should. I hover for a second, then sink down in front of them, facing the wreckage.

“What happened?” Ava asks gently, running her hand down Ivelle’s back.

“I’m sure y’all heard it.” Her voice is cracked, hollow.

I nod slowly. “Yeah… we did.”

I reach out and place a hand on her knee, guilt washing over me in slow, suffocating waves. It pools in my chest, heavy and sour.

“We can end the night, if you want. No pressure,” I offer, trying to sound supportive. Trying to pretend like I’m not the living, breathing reason her heart just got kicked in. But then she looks at me, eyes glassy with tears, and drops the bomb:

“You’re close with Jungkook... can’t you help us? Please?” I freeze. Her words hit harder than they should, and I hate the bitter truth stuck in my throat.

“I—” I swallow hard, trying not to choke on the guilt. “I can’t. He doesn’t… like the topic.”

I don’t say, he’s too busy buried in me to want you back.

I don’t say, he’s never whispered your name the way he moans mine.

I don’t say anything. Because the truth would kill her.

And honestly? It’s slowly killing me too.

I give her knee a gentle squeeze before standing up, unable to sit in that guilt any longer. The hallway suddenly feels suffocating.

I head back into the kitchen where the guys are laughing—like none of this is falling apart.

“Feeling guilty?” Taehyung asks, lips curled into a smirk as he leans against the fridge. “You’re a bitch, you know that?” I mutter, crossing my arms.

He cocks a brow, amused. “You’re the one screwing your friend’s ex.” I open my mouth to reply, but I’ve got nothing. He’s not wrong.

Across the room, Jungkook stands by the counter, casually scrolling through his phone like none of this touches him. Like he didn’t just emotionally ruin a girl in the hallway and leave her crying on the floor.

“It's Character development,” he says flatly, chugging down the rest of his drink like it’s holy water.

I stare at him, numb. No emotion. No guilt. No remorse. He’s ice—unbothered, unreadable, and fucking dangerous.

And I?

I’m the dumb girl who keeps going back for more.

The guys didn’t leave.

They stayed back, helped clear the table in silence. No teasing, no comments—just the sound of dishes clinking and snacks being shoved back into cupboards. No one said anything about Ivelle. Or Ava. Or me.

When we were done, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin headed to the guest room, leaving me alone in the now too-quiet apartment. I made sure to lock my bedroom door. I didn’t trust myself tonight. Not with him in the next room.

I shut off my phone completely. No vibrating texts. No late-night temptation. Nothing.

I slid into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and grabbing my headset, blasting music at a reckless volume. Maybe if it was loud enough, it would drown out the thoughts.

But it didn’t. I stared at the ceiling, body still but mind screaming. Sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, guilt slithered in like smoke through a crack in the window.

I felt horrible. But worse than that… I didn’t feel horrible enough. That part scared me.

How was this normal for Jungkook? How did he move through the wreckage like it didn’t even touch him? Did it drive him crazy too? Or was he just built different—cold, detached, untouchable?

After that kitchen talk, after the silence, after seeing Ivelle cry and Ava follow her out like my betrayal had splattered all over the floor… I knew I couldn’t keep this hidden much longer. If they ever found out the truth—me and Jungkook—it would destroy everything.

But maybe I deserved that. Maybe I needed to confess. Maybe then, I’d feel less like the villain in my own story.

Tomorrow, I told myself.

Tomorrow, I’ll tell them.

Even if it costs me everything.

[inkh3art]

ᒍᑌՏT ᗩ ᒍᑌՏT ᗩ ᗰᑌՏᗴ??

After a messy breakup, a K-pop heartthrob swipes right on a tagged post and finds his next muse—his ex’s friend. She’s a sassy yet vulnerable girl who falls for his charm, but he’s only in it for the inspiration. As sparks fly, heartbreak, jealousy, and late-night confessions blur the lines between art and love. Will she be just another verse in his song, or can she make him see her as more?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗑 𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖤𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍

𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾/𝖳𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼:𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵,𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, Player, Redflag, One sided love

⚠️ Content Warning:

This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content (smut), strong language, angst, emotional manipulation, and themes of heartbreak. Reader discretion is advised.

©️by 1nkh3art

☾︎𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫2: 𝐽𝑢𝑛���𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘☀︎︎

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jimin practically yelled, his hands raking through his hair in frustration. I leaned back against the couch, my arms crossed, my tone flat. "Like I said, I don't like her," I muttered, my voice edged in a quiet indifference. " See at as stress relief and I need inspiration for my album."

She is just a muse. That's all it is.

It wouldn't be on me if she fell. It would be on her to care for wounds after the fall.

Jimin just stared at me, eyes wide, words stuck in his throat. "This 'stress relief' is my fucking friend!" I shrugged, eyes flat. "I did it with Ivelle. What's different now? Seanna is just another name on the list." Jimin stared at me like he no longer recognized me. Like he didn’t understand the lines I was willing to cross. But I didn’t owe him anything. Or her. I don't know what he expected from me - confession for 'love'? A change of heart?

But I wasn't going to give him that, I never did.

"It's not like you're going to tell her," I muttered a smirk on my face as I played with my lip ring. He scoffed, stepping back like he'd witnessed someone get possessed. He wouldn't tell Seanna bro code before whatever code he had with Seanna. "You're fucked up." He murmured in a low sing-song tone, shaking his head looking away avoiding my gaze. I wouldn't deny it, I am fucked up and I loved it more than I enjoyed a good game."

My phone lit up with a new notification just as Jimin stormed out of my apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. I barely flinched. Instead, I glanced at the screen - and there it was: Seannas name. A smirk curled at my lips.

"Are you busy?" The text read.

I stared at Seannas text, deciding whether I should let her in easily or make her work for it.

"No. Wanna come over?" I replied.

I needed the relief- our last time together was a few weeks ago.

"Why not?" She shot back.

I left her on read, smirking to myself and headed to the bathroom. I stripped down, letting the hot water run until the steam fogged up the mirror and windows. Grabbing my toothbrush, I brushed my teeth then stepped into the shower, letting the water graze my skin.

I waited for her in black sweats and a hoodie as I sprawled across the couch. When the doorbell rang, I jumped up and strode towards the door.

My eyes widened for a spilt second - then narrowed. Ivelle stood there in a short black dress, eyes bright with desperate hope.

"Why are you here?" I ask my tone flat and bored. Not in the mood for her drama tonight. She stepped closer, her hand sliding down my chest. I stared at her, annoyance sharp in my gaze. Gripping her wrist, I glared at her. "Leave", I mumbled shoving her away from me, disgust evident in my tone.

"Why are you doing this, Jungkook? I love you - I know you do too." I couldn't help the laugh that slipped out - dry, cold, and sharp. "You're delusional," I scoffed. "Now leave before I call security." Tears welled in her eyes I didn’t flinch. I slammed the door in her face and slowly walked back inside. Pulling out my phone I called security. "Don't ever let her in," I said, irritation prickling in my voice.

Thirty minutes passed till the doorbell rang again. I walked over and opened the door.

There she was, Seanna, in loose jeans and a corset top-casual yet sexy. I bit my lip appreciating the way she looked, my eyes tracing her curves. She didn't blush. Instead, she confidently touched my shoulder before striding in, slipping off her heels and making her way towards the lounge like she owned the place.

"Well, make yourself at home," I muttered sarcasm dripping from my tone. She smirked, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Don't mind if I do," she shot back, her tone matching mine. I sat down next to her pulling her legs on my lap. "So how was your day?" I ask feigning interest. She babbled about some drama with Ava or work or whatever - honestly, I didn’t care, but it didn’t bother me either. Eventually, she slid her legs off my lap and moved to sit on me instead, her eyes locked on mine her confidence evident as my hands gripped her ass.

"Anyways, that's not why I'm here," she muttered as she kissed my jaw. I cocked my head back giving her access to my neck. She slowly kissed my neck moving my hood to the side as she marked me by my collarbone. She slowly moved her hips against mine as she kissed my neck. "Fuck," I muttered as I pulled her closer wanting more friction. She stopped and held my chin making me look into her eyes. "Did I say you could touch me?" She muttered her tone dark and her nails dug into my jaw. I never liked submitting but with her talking to me like that I couldn't help but want to. "No," I replied moving my hands from her waist and keeping them to myself and she got off me.

"Do you have ice cream?" she asked walking towards the kitchen. "I'm craving it," she added to her previous question. "Yes I do," I reply still hot and bothered as I watch her open the freezer and take out the ice cream tub. She dished the ice cream in a small dessert glass bowl. She put the tub back in the freezer before walking back towards me. She sat next to me eating the ice cream before I could talk she looked at me. "Go to your room, strip yourself down and lay on the bed," she ordered me as she slowly ate.

I got up and walked to my bedroom. Once inside, I stripped myself down and stretched out on the bed, sprawled across the sheets, my eyes fixed on the door, wondering when she’d come and what she’d do.The door clicked open, and she walked in, the ice cream bowl still in her hand.

“You follow instructions very well,” she muttered, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she crawled onto the bed, kneeling next to me.She scooped out some ice cream and placed it on my nipple. I gasped, the coldness making me shiver.She repeated the action on my other nipple, her smirk growing as she watched the struggle in my eyes.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she scooped another portion and placed it on my cock. I groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.

I’m going to fuck her senseless after this, I thought, and maybe even break her legs while I’m at it.

She watched me catch my breath, finishing her ice cream and then placing the empty bowl on the nightstand.

“I'm done,” she muttered, that same teasing glint in her eyes.

I grabbed her roughly, pulling her onto the bed so she was sprawled face down across my lap. I could feel her body tense under my touch, the anticipation thick between us.

With a sudden, sharp smack, I brought my hand down on her ass, the sound cracking through the room. She yelped, her body arching, and I felt her wetness soaking her lingerie.

“Such a pretty little toy,” I growled, my fingers sliding down, slipping under the lace and between her folds. I teased her slowly at first, letting my fingers circle her clit, and then plunged two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as I worked her open.Another finger joined the others, stretching her further. She gripped the sheets, her breath ragged as her thighs quivered. I felt her tightening around me, her walls clenching with every desperate gasp.

But just as she was on the brink of release, I pulled my fingers out, leaving her empty and wanting

She whimpered, lifting her head, her eyes hazy. “Why did you stop? I was so close,” she pleaded, her lips parted, chest heaving.

I glared at her, my hand shooting out to wrap around her throat, forcing her to look at me. “You know very well, sweetheart, I hate it when you question me. Or complain.”

Her eyes rolled, a defiant smirk curling her lips, as if daring me to break her. That look only made me want to ruin her more.

“Let’s fix that attitude,” I hissed.

I got off the bed and went to my suit jacket, fishing out a silk tie. I secured her wrists to the headboard, binding them tightly. She pulled against the restraints, but I made sure there was no slack.

Then I reached for another tie, using it to spread her legs open wide. I fastened each ankle to the posts, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Her breathing hitched, a mixture of fear and thrill lighting her eyes.

From the nightstand, I picked up a small whip, testing its weight in my hand. It wasn’t harsh enough to bruise—just enough to sting. I struck her thigh lightly, and she gasped, the sound sweet music to my ears.

Her chest heaved, her nipples hard under the thin fabric of her lingerie. I let my fingers trail up her stomach, circling her breast, teasing her nipple as she bit her lip, eyes rolling back.

“Keep it down,” I muttered, voice low and dangerous, before tossing the whip aside.Lowering myself between her thighs, I breathed in her scent, savoring the anticipation on her face.“Don’t cum,” I warned, my voice dark and demanding, before my tongue met her clit, flicking and circling, the slow, deliberate strokes designed to drive her insane.

She moaned, her body straining against the ties, desperate for more. My fingers slid back inside her, curling expertly as I continued to lick, the combination enough to push her to the edge.Her moans grew louder, a high, pleading whine as she teetered on the brink of release. I pulled away just as her orgasm threatened to break, leaving her trembling and gasping.

“Didn’t I say you couldn’t cum?” I teased, my fingers slipping out as I smirked up at her.

She glared at me through half-lidded eyes, her lips parted in a desperate plea.

“Please,” she whispered, voice hoarse.

I tilted my head, savoring the sight of her—tied up, panting, desperate.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet,” I murmured, licking my lips, ready to make her beg. I untied her wrists, letting the red marks from the restraints fade slowly. She shifted on the bed, her breathing ragged, her body trembling with anticipation.

Positioning myself between her legs, I slapped my cock against her dripping pussy, the sound echoing in the room as she cried out. My lips twisted into a smirk as I slowly pushed inside her, groaning at how tight she was, her heat enveloping me like a vice. “Fuck,” I hissed, the pleasure overwhelming as I bottomed out.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as I began to move with an inhuman speed, each thrust harder than the last. Her screams filled the room, my name the only thing on her lips.

“Where’s that attitude now, princess?” I growled, not faltering in my pace as I pounded into her. She arched her back, her legs trembling, her eyes wild with pleasure.

Just as she was about to come, I pulled out, flipping her over with a rough yank. “Chest down, ass up,” I ordered, my hand trailing down her spine tattoo, my fingers lingering on the design.

“And make use of the headboard,” I said, gripping myself, rubbing the tip against her entrance before slamming into her so hard she lurched forward, hands bracing on the headboard for support. I set a brutal pace, my thrusts relentless, pushing her hips down to keep her steady as her legs began to shake uncontrollably.

I leaned forward, one hand wrapping tightly around her throat, the other moving furiously on her clit, driving her insane. Her moans turned to desperate cries, her hips jerking with every thrust.

Pulling out again, I flipped her back over, her legs draping over my shoulders as I slid inside her with a slow, deep thrust that made her gasp. I watched her face, her eyes fluttering closed. “Keep those eyes on me,” I ordered, my voice low and dangerous, picking up the pace. My thighs slammed into hers as I chased my release, the pleasure building like an inferno.

Her walls clamped down on me as she came hard, screaming my name, her body arching beneath me. I didn’t stop, milking her tightness for every drop of pleasure.Removing her legs from my shoulders, I leaned down, thrusting into her with unrelenting force, my lips at her ear.

“Fuck—” I moaned, my voice rough as I finally came, spilling inside her, my body shuddering with the intensity. I didn’t stop, rolling my hips, riding out every last wave of pleasure as I moaned into her ear. I stayed inside her for a while, savoring the warmth and the closeness, before finally pulling out. “You should go pee,” I muttered, falling back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh.

She got off the bed without a word, heading toward the adjoining bathroom. I could hear the faint sound of water running as she started the shower. I exhaled, a lazy grin on my face as I gathered the sweat-soaked sheets, tossing them into the laundry basket and replacing them with clean ones.

Wrapping a towel around my hips, I walked past the bathroom door, catching a glimpse of her silhouette behind the steamed glass. She looked good—too good for a girl I’d never call my own.

I took my time in the shower, letting the water wash away the sweat and the tension. After moisturizing and slipping into fresh clothes, I stepped out to find her dressed, her hair slightly damp and her eyes carefully avoiding mine. She looked up as I approached, and I leaned in, pressing a casual kiss to the side of her neck. She shivered under my touch, but when she turned her head, aiming for my lips, I pulled away before she could.

Embarrassment flickered in her gaze. She quickly looked away, smoothing down her hair, trying to hide the sting in her eyes. I pretended not to notice, brushing it off with practiced ease.

“Later, sweetheart,” I murmured, watching as she gathered her things and leave the apartment.

Love is just a word - a coverup for one's selfishness and evil. I wouldn't waste it on her. She is nothing more than a muse.

[inkh3art]

ᒍᑌՏT ᗩ ᗰᑌՏᗴ?

After a messy breakup, a K-pop heartthrob swipes right on a tagged post and finds his next muse—his ex’s friend. She’s a sassy yet vulnerable girl who falls for his charm, but he’s only in it for the inspiration. As sparks fly, heartbreak, jealousy, and late-night confessions blur the lines between art and love. Will she be just another verse in his song, or can she make him see her as more?

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀:𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘹 Seanna

𝖱𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵

𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾/𝖳𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖼:𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵,𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, Player, Redflag, One sided love

⚠️ Content Warning:

This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content (smut), strong language, angst, emotional manipulation, and themes of heartbreak. Reader discretion is advised.

This will be a mix of Seanna's Jungkooks P.O.V

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©️by 1nkh3art

❦︎𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1 Seanna

Love... Is it an expression, a joke, a fantasy—or just a feeling that only the lucky get to experience? 𝖨 scrolled through the photos Ava took of me that day—my best friend with her camera always ready to capture every smile every secret glance. It had been such a wonderful 𝖽𝖺𝗒, full of laughter and stolen sunlight, until Ivelle dropped the bomb: she and her boyfriend had broken up.

She’d never been one to keep relationships, but from what I’d seen, she really liked that guy. I guess love is war. And maybe most of the times casualties aren't for the ones who fall-it's for every other person surrounding them.

Later that night, as I mindlessly scroll through the comments on my new posts, many comments evolving around how lucky I was as I knew Jimin and could tag him. I needed to get my mind off Ivelle's drama she was a friend of Ava, so she also became my 'friend'. My phone dinged a new notification, and there was a test from hell. Jungkook's name appeared on the notification panel. The same Jungkook who had been Ivelle's world until he wasn't.

"Damn!" Was all he sent? I knew this was wrong he is my friends ex. I opened the chat to see what he was referring to. My eyes widened when I saw he was reacting to my recent post. A part of me knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist. Everyone in Jimin close circle knew Jungkook wasn't who he was in front of the cameras he was a bright red flag. Did I care? No.

"Is that a good or bad damn?" I reply it was enticing would a little fun hurt. I always did things for the plot, so this is nothing new. Forget what I said. You never get picked as a lucky one. You make yourself the lucky one. Love indeed is a war, and right now, the odds were in my favor.

That's where it all started, and I sure wasn't complaining it carried on for weeks on end, texting each other about our days until it slowly took a turn. The texts were no longer child-friendly they peaked towards sexting of course none of those pictures had our faces better safe than sorry. I enjoyed the thrill of the game it was like hide and seek we were hiding in a world where everyone is seeking. We weren't official. I thought we would be, but the signs Jungkook gave me showed me I was a game.

It was around nine in the evening when my doorbell rang after a while of me ignoring Jungkook.I felt bad he was my friends ex Ivelle and I weren't close, but it still felt wrong. I was woken up from sweet bliss when the doorbell rang again. I got up, putting on my slippers and walking to the door. I open the door slightly upon seeing Jungkook. I close the door, but my attempt goes to waste as his hand keeps me from closing the door. He walks in and then kicks the door close. "What do you want?" I ask him my arms crossed over my chest, prepared to kick him out. "Why are you ignoring me?" I look at him like he is crazy my eyes narrowing, and I scoff. "You are my friends ex. This shouldn't be happening, Jeon." He steps closer, and I step back he takes another step, pulling me by waist until my forehead hits his chest. "I don't give a fuck about Ivelle I want you and I know you do too so why gaslight yourself sweetheart." I look up into his darkened gaze the lines on his forehead are visible he is frustrated and he smells like a mix of weed and cologne."As much as I want you it's wrong, I feel guilty." I say not breaking contact with him and his squints his eyes then chuckles. "What's funny?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows, wondering why he is laughing. "Oh sweetheart,you’re scared...well like I said I want you Ivelle can fuck off." He gazes at my lips then my eyes playing with his lip ring and fuck was that doing things to me. His grip on my waist tightens as he uses his other hand to grip the back of my throat pulling me closer until our lips were a few inches apart his nose touching mine. "Seanna.." He whispers in a raspy voice and fuck my name perfectly rolled off his tongue. "Just give in, sweetheart." I did give in as I kissed him, tasting his lips on mine and if his lips are a drug I think I'm addicted. His hands slowly travel to my waist his hold on me tightening like I'm going to turn to dust.

This is how my days went on texting him before going to bed, random visits, and long nights. He told me he was currently working on his album 'Affair', and I didn't know how to feel about the name of the album. This may have not been a direct affair, but it was like a girl code affair.

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Today, I was meant to meet Ava for tea, and I’d hoped it would be just us, like old times. A few weeks had passed since Jungkook and I had started texting—too many late-night messages, too many “just friends” that felt like something more.

I picked out the perfect outfit because if you don’t feel overdressed, you’re underdressed. A chic black corset mini dress, my favorite heeled boots, and a touch of jewelry. I was set. Grabbing my handbag and phone, I headed out of my apartment and made my way to the elevator. As the doors started to close, I spotted a guy inside and asked him to hold it. He did. I quickened my pace, hoping I didn’t look too flustered—and hoping I didn’t break a sweat. I arrive at the café, and—fuck me sideways—I spot Ivelle sitting right next to Ava. Keeping my composure, I approach them, giving them both quick hugs before slipping into my seat. The afternoon unfolds as we update each other about our weeks. I share what I can—because it’s not like I can just blurt out, “Oh, by the way, I’ve been sexting Jungkook.” It was all going fine—until Ivelle mentioned, she reached out to Jungkook. I choke on my coffee, eyes wide, heart pounding like it’s on the F1 racetrack.“Are you good?” Ava asks, rubbing my back. I nod, giving her a thumbs-up as I catch my breath and dab my shirt with a napkin.“As I was saying,” Ivelle continues, eyes sharp, “I texted Jungkook because I was not about to let him go. We’re end game.” The way she says it—like it’s carved in stone—makes my stomach twist.“And…?” I ask, leaning in, bracing myself. I want to know if he said anything he shouldn’t have. I’m sure he didn’t. If he had, she wouldn’t be sitting here so calmly, especially not sipping tea calmly.“He said I should meet him tonight at his place.”My heart shatters so hard I swear they heard the pieces hit the floor.

I forced a smile as Ava lit up with happiness for Ivelle, hugging her like the world’s best friend. Meanwhile, I felt like a rebound. It hadn’t even been a month since Jungkook and I started talking—and now this?

It felt too soon for it to end. I couldn’t let it happen. Just a little longer.“Uh, I forgot to mention—I need to see someone,” I said, my voice tight.

They both looked at me, confusion in their eyes, but I gave them a quick wave goodbye. Grabbing my handbag and phone, I headed for the parking lot.The drive to Jungkook’s place was a blur of thoughts—questions, doubts, and that aching need to stop whatever Ivelle was planning for tonight.When I reached his door, I paused, bracing myself to ring the doorbell. I adjusted my dress, fingers tapping against my phone screen. Then I pressed the button, my heart thudding like a bass drum.

The door opened, revealing him in grey sweats and a tank top, a towel draped around his neck. His hair was damp and messy. He smirked as he pulled me in, his hand wrapping around my wrist.“Hey, Jeon,” I murmured, my voice low. His hands found my waist, his tongue playing with his lip ring.

“Seanna,” he drawled, that same teasing tone that made me weak. “What brings you here, sweetheart?”

I moved past him, sinking into his couch, my mind spinning. We weren’t anything—he wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his—but I couldn’t help needing to know.“Ivelle said she texted you,” I blurted, hating how vulnerable it sounded. He followed me, sitting down a little too close, his scent wrapped around me like a trap.“And?” he asked, voice cold, eyes unreadable. I met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. If he was giving me attitude, I’d give it right back."She said you meeting her tonight." I lean back against the couch looking at him and he arched his eyebrow his tongue poking his inner cheek. "This is nothing more than sex, why are you getting jealous?" His words stung as much as it was the truth it hurt but I kept my composure. "I'm not jealous Jeon, I'm just scared she will find out." He chuckled tucking his hands in his pockets as he looks down at me his dimples like art of his cheeks. "Don't worry to much about what I do, Ivelle wants to talk I said I'd do that not fuck her." I stare at him man this man really was attractive when he lied, is this how woman stay in toxic relationships. I liked the adrenaline that came along with a toxic hot man. "What were you doing anyway?" I ask changing the topic no longer wanting to sound more desperate than I did. "Writing a song." He mumbled pointing at his laptop on the kitchen counter I just nod. He sits next to me his hand on my thigh as he gropes and massages it. "You said Jimin knew about us?" I ask reffering to his text I forgot to reply to and he just nods. It's not like I mind I would have told him if he didn't. Jimin wasn't the judgemental type as he was quite the character himself. I wondered if It is guilt I felt or was it Jungkooks burning touch affecting me. He leans closer leaving sloppy kisses on my neck and he knew where my sensitive spot was. This man's tongue was good in many things lying, sweet talk and many other dirty adventures but what did I expect from a kpop idol who is sex on legs.

Not only is he a red flag but so am I for chasing a drug that left my friend in tears...

A drug I'm not willing to give to her.