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Fighter - Three

Synopsis: YN, a young student in her final year of a master’s degree in international business, is forced to move. She is in a “bad” part of Seoul, without much income. Prostitution, drugs, and violence are commonplace, and the police think twice before setting foot in the area. Jungkook, a young student living alone in this cruel world, is forced to fight underground to earn money to pay for his rent and expensive studies. Unfortunately, the two young people meet in a very inconvenient situation and will see their lives change overnight.

Warning: Mention of alcohol, violence (fight), bad words, flirting that will make you sleep upright; the rest you will discover as you read, no spoilers. 😉

Word count: 12.8k

Chapter song: Unstoppable - NEFFEX

n/a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. Happy New Year to all! May this year be full of joy and success. It took a long time, but it's finally here! I had a lot of fun writing this part, and I hope you enjoy it. Enjoy reading, and please don’t forget to vote, comment, and ask questions if there are any. 😁.

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Hearing the garbage truck outside because of the windows' poor insulation, you estimated it was early morning, around 6:30. It's often around this time that they pass through your neighborhood.

Changing position in your bed, you toss and turn, trying to find a more comfortable position to immerse yourself in the world of dreams a little longer.

Since you hadn't found an internship, there was no point in getting up early. The deadline for finding and applying for an internship at your university was yesterday. It was too late to find anything; even the meaningless internships wouldn't serve.

Fortunately, you had the chance to try your luck the following school year. But this was your one and only chance. If you hadn't found anything by the start of the new school year, you'd be off to do it again. Since you'd passed your previous semester, you didn't have to attend classes; you only completed your six-month internship before writing and defending a thesis before finally graduating and bidding farewell to student life.

In the meantime, you had plenty of time to find something to do, so you wouldn't rush things and enjoy a little more time to make up for missed sleep.

Besides, you couldn't even remember how you got home. Still with your eyes closed, yet wide awake, your brain hadn't allowed you to sleep peacefully, projecting a few vague, disordered images.

You only knew that Jungkook had told Minjun he was taking you home... Jungkook...

You jumped up, sitting on the bed, finally awake and disoriented. Once you knew where you were, you concluded you weren't home.

You turned on the bedside lamp and noticed the room was tiny and dilapidated. The curtains blocked out the sun's rays, but given the time the alarm clock indicated, the sun hadn't risen yet, at least not entirely.

The walls were in a deplorable state. There were holes here and there, probably from bullet holes. Some of them had been shabbily plugged with plaster, but nobody had bothered to repaint over them, leaving big white marks on a disgusting salmon-orange wall.

An old wooden cross stood just above your head, and the bed's headboard was made of old bars.

There were two single beds in the room. Your bed was the one against the wall, just below the window, while barely a meter away from you was another identical bed, with only a pitiful little bedside table separating them.

The state of the other bed indicated that you hadn't spent the night alone. Jungkook had been keeping you company. But you didn't know that the poor man hadn't slept a wink all night and watched over you with his eyes glued to the bedroom door.

He knew what went on inside the walls of such buildings. Prostitution, kidnapping, and worse. But there was no way he would let a stranger into his home. Sure, he'd saved you on your first night in the neighborhood and offered to keep an eye on you for tonight, but deep down, he didn't know you.

He didn't doubt your innocence, but you never know. That's why he preferred to bring you to this hotel so that you couldn't say where he lived in case you got into trouble and were asked where he lived.

Jungkook was no fool. If you lived a life like he did, fighting underground for a few years, you'd have accumulated countless enemies, and almost certainly, unfortunately for you, some of them must have interacted with you.

Living in the neighborhood and frequenting the Den, you'll quickly learn that rumors travel faster than the blink of an eye. So it's for your own good to avoid each other.

Although you were not close, and Jungkook had no intention of becoming so, it was best to maintain a distance between you both. This protects you from further harm and ensures that he does not waste his time unnecessarily saving a stranger. He has more important matters to attend to than playing the hero.

Before ending whatever you guys had, he left the room quickly to buy you hangover medicine and haejangguk, a soup known for its effectiveness against hangovers. Haejangguk is a soup with Chinese cabbage, vegetables, and meat cooked in beef broth.

Having no table, he had left them on the bed he had occupied at night. As you approach the latter to take the contents left by Jungkook, you notice that he has left a note.

"Eat quickly. Come to your senses and get the hell out of here. Your car is parked in front of the entrance on your left. Stay out of trouble, princess. - JK. "

"Tsk." A simple good morning sufficed.

Barely awake, and you were already in a bad mood. Even when Jungkook wasn't around, he still managed to annoy you. On the other hand, you had to admit, it was nice of him to think of your hangover. He didn't have to.

Although you like to contradict and annoy him, you followed his instructions today. You do not even eat the haejangguk; instead, you take the hangover medicine, pack your things, and leave the hellish place. Opening the bedroom door, you stumble into a sinister, dark corridor.

"And they dare to call it a hotel. This is more like a place straight out of hell."

A few holes in the wall allowed the first thin rays of sunlight to enter. As you turn at the end of the corridor, you encounter a man lying on the floor, who appears to be heavily intoxicated. It is unclear whether he is breathing, and you wouldn't approach him to find out.

You quickly exited this gloomy place, taking the stairs despite the strong smell of urine and vomit. You passed through an empty reception area before leaving the key on the counter and skipping out.

As indicated in Jungkook's note, your car was parked near the entrance to this so-called hotel. Thank goodness you found it in one piece and in its original condition.

It was time to go home, shower, and enjoy the haejangguk.

The rest of the day had been dull. You tried your best to find something to do but soon ran out of options. It had been a few weeks since you'd watched the last game of AOT (Attack on Titans), and you'd finished it for good. It was the same for Naruto and Naruto Shippuden. You'd started Boruto but weren't too hooked after watching a few episodes. Maybe it was because you'd watched both Naruto series in succession. So you will let some time go by before picking it up again.

So, that afternoon, you opted for something different. You've been watching a Thai BL series. You even came to envy the characters. Sure, their stories had plenty of drama, but at least they weren't alone and had someone who shared their feelings.

In these moments, you realized just how alone you were in this world. No parents, no family, no friends, let alone a boyfriend. You even acknowledged that no one would notice if anything ever happened to you.

If at least you had a job or were still going to class, your absence would be noted, but you had neither. In your current situation, the only way your disappearance will be noted is by your landlord when you stop paying the rent, which would be too late.

"You lead a sorrowful life, my poor girl." Sighing, you look towards the wall clock and notice that the day is drawing to a close and sunset is just around the corner.

Grabbing your plaid, journal, phone, AirPods, and small portable photo printer, you headed for your fridge, grabbed a couple of cans of beer, and headed up to the rooftop to which only you had access.

With all the events that had taken place in your life over the last few days, you'd still found time to do up the roof, which from now on would be your safe place in this corrupt and hellish world.

You had bought artificial turf to cover the rough concrete floor. On the left-hand side, you had placed a small round garden table in case you wanted to eat quietly one day while admiring the view and take advantage of the sunny days to sunbathe a little. Moreover, the timing was perfect, as you had no neighbors. No one would notice if you felt like sunbathing in the nude, which was an idea to keep in your mind.

Continuing your property tour, you added plant pots and flowerpots here and there. Garden gnomes would keep you company on days like today when you came alone, which would be very often until proven otherwise.

There were a few comfortable bean bags where you could take delicious naps. You'd hung a few rows of garlands that could be recharged using solar panels. You'd hung a few more on the concrete railing.

You still had some things to buy, but for the moment, it was already better and more comfortable than before.

Although you'd invested in a table and some footstools, you decided to stand on the concrete balcony railing for now. You use a small bench already there the day you moved in to do this. You climb on it before finding yourself with both feet dangling in the air and looking off into the distance.

You had an incredible view. The sky was painted in a multitude of colors. Even though the sky was still blue when you looked overhead, the blue faded to violet in the distance, then pink, red, and finally orange. This orange color revived to become brighter, even golden, as the sun was setting. The clouds, too, took on a completely different color, blending in with those of the sky.

From where you stood, you had a view of the Namsan Tower. But unlike its usual size, it looked tiny to you.

At this very moment, to put you in an even more relaxed mood, you put on your Airpods and switch on your chillax playlist on Spotify before pulling out your phone and taking many photos.

Still enjoying the presence of the sun and its last majestic moments, you open your first can of beer and take a sip.

You take a deep breath before releasing it all.

"Now that's what I call living." You didn't understand how quiet moments like that scare some people.

Not that you judged them, because you're no one to judge others. But you didn't understand how people can't stand to be alone and have quiet moments. You didn't understand how people lived constantly surrounded by many people. A loner as you are, the little time you get to hang out with your classmates, your social battery runs out in a snap. Living like this, going out and partying every day, you'd end up losing your mind or shooting yourself between the eyes. But that was just your personal opinion. Everyone was free to live as they wished.

The music playing in your ears, matching the comfortable atmosphere, was interrupted by Siri's robotic voice.

"You have an incoming call from 'My Hero.' Would you like to take the call?" Who the hell is my hero? You had no idea you'd registered a contact under that name. Especially as you didn't have any friends, you got on well with only a few classmates, but not enough to call them that.

Curiosity killing the cat, you decide to take the call anyway.

"Hello?" Your voice sounded uncertain.

"Isn't it very cordial to take pictures of your neighbors without their knowledge?" An unfamiliar male voice sounded from the other end of the line. "What about other people's image rights and privacy rights?"

You were confused. What was your neighbor talking about?

"Excuse me, but I think you've got the wrong person." You were about to hang up when his voice rang out again.

"Ouch. You offend me, YN." The sound of your first name calls out to you. "It pains me to see you not recognize your savior's voice." There was sarcasm in his voice, a far cry from the sorrow he claimed to feel.

"My savior?" You twisted your brain in all directions but didn't recognize the person. The only person who could have that title was-

"Jung... Jungkook?"

"Bingo. Princess." The more he spoke, the more his voice sounded like Jungkook's. How did this moron get your number?

"How?"

"Face ID is great these days. You should be more careful when you sleep in the company of strangers."

"Don't worry, after that one, I learned my lesson. The question is, why?" This question had been burning your lips since you learned of his identity.

"As much as I don't want to, we'll see a lot of each other. So I thought, 'Why not?' "

"Bold of you to think I'd want to see you."

"Stop giving yourself such big shoes to fill, princess. We both know you're dying to see me again. In fact, to make it easier for you, I will give you a little present." You could tell from his voice that he was smirking.

"Oh, yeah? What?" You expected anything but what he was about to tell you.

"Look ahead." By pure automatism, you look in the direction of the ground, which makes Jungkook laugh.

"I said before you, not toward the ground, dummy." You're about to throw a good one in his face when your gaze fixes on a point across the street.

In the house opposite yours was a shirtless Jungkook perched at his window.

You'd already seen him shirtless on your first visit to the Den when he was fighting Bazooka. But his constant movements had made it hard for you to get a good look at him. But now that he was standing in front of you, motionless, you had all the time in the world to look at him and analyze him in depth.

He looked like he'd just stepped out of the shower. He had a small white towel around his neck, which he'd probably used to dry his hair. His pecs were well-rounded and prominent. Since his forearms were resting on the window railing, you couldn't see his abs very well, but you could see two small valleys announcing their start.

"Take a picture, it'll stay longer."

Out of your contemplation, your defensive mode is directly activated.

"Like I'd want to waste space on my phone's storage with a picture of you. Although, I could use it to scare the monsters out from under my bed."

"That's perfect, princess. That way, I'll be your hero once again."

You pretend to find his words hilarious. "In your dreams, Quasimodo."

"Are you aware that in the end, Quasimodo is considered a hero? So that little nickname coming from you sounds like a compliment." From your perch, you see Jungkook bring a hand to his heart as if your words had gone straight to it.

"It wasn't a compliment, you fool. You're insufferable." This makes him laugh and brings a smile to your face.

Although you pretended you couldn't stand him, you couldn't hide that he wasn't unpleasant to look at and that his company wasn't unpleasant either. Moreover, he seemed alright from the few times you'd been around him. He was a bit like you, a good person in a world of bullies, trying to survive as best as possible.

Besides, it reminds you that you hadn't had a chance to thank him for caring for you and saving you from a massive headache again.

"By the way, thanks for last night and this morning."

"Stop it, princess, you'll make me shed a tear." He teases you again.

Rolling your eyes, you reply. "No, forget what I said. I'll take it back. That'll teach me to be polite to a guy with an ego as big as his head."

His laugh was soft, childlike, though infectious, provoking yours in return. "But seriously." He says once he regains his seriousness. "Watch out. I won't be around all the time. Remember, some weirdos are lurking around."

"I told you yesterday, and I'm telling you again, I don't need to be taken care of. So you don't have to worry, Mr. Vigilante."

"Ha. Right," Jungkook figured you were too naive for this world. He didn't know your situation or even if you had a family, but he said you seemed to have been raised in the world of Care Bears. The few times he'd seen you, you'd been wrapped up in a mess, or almost certainly would have been if he hadn't intervened yesterday.

But he didn't know anything about you or your story. He didn't know that you were an orphan and that, for a time, you'd been living on the streets. Fighting tooth and nail for an expired milk carton before entering the orphanage. He also didn't know how many times you'd moved from family to family before finding the right one, only to have it savagely ripped away from you overnight.

But that was too topical for him to know. You doubted he'd ever find out.

"Anyway, thanks again." He doesn't respond verbally; you just see him nod. "Hey? You going to the Den tonight?"

Jungkook didn't understand the reason for your question but answered you anyway. "No. I only go there when I have fights."

If you only knew how much Jungkook hated this place and its atmosphere. He only goes there because the pay is attractive, which allows him to pay his rent and schooling, as well as what will enable him to make ends meet.

"Why do you ask?" You couldn't see, but Jungkook raises an eyebrow skeptically.

"No reason. Pure curiosity, that's all."

"YN, curiosity killed the cat. And a little friendly advice: you shouldn't go back there."

"Tsk, I didn't know we'd become friends." You retort.

"Us, friends? Ha. No, baby, you're the bane of my existence, a far cry from what I call being friends. It's just that I don't want to have to step in again to save your pretty little ass from the brink again. I've already had my fill."

"Don't worry, dear, you're the last person I'd ask for help in a jam." You could hardly believe it yourself, so Jungkook's following reaction was well and truly understandable.

"We'll see about that."

"Your lack of faith in me is hurtful." You tell him falsely offended.

"And justified. Remind me how we met?" Silence on your part had answered him. "That's what I say."

"Shut up, Quasimodo." For all answers, Jungkook sends you a floating kiss, which you pretend to dodge, almost falling backward.

Regaining your balance, you send an embarrassed smile toward your hero slash neighbor. In worry, Jungkook straightens; if looks could kill, you'd already be six feet under.

"YN, I swear you'll be the death of me."

To kill your discomfort, you retort, "Like that will keep me up at night. Sounds like a you problem, buddy."

For all answers, Jungkook shakes his head.

"That's not all, but I've got to go, princess. I remind you, I have a life."

You give him the thumbs-up and thank him again, but Jungkook says one last thing before you hang up. "Good night, neighbor. And try not to kill yourself coming down from your perch."

"I might come and haunt you." You hear him laugh. "Good night, Quasimodo." Then you hang up.

You watch as your new neighbor closes his windows and sinks into his home. On the other hand, you decide to stay outside a little longer, admiring the starry sky, while the music picks up where it left off.

It's crazy to say that some stars you're looking at now no longer exist. The sky is something that will always fascinate you. The days go by, and not for a single day will the sky resemble that of the day before or two or even three centuries ago. The same goes for the stars.

Many of today's stars are already dead. Some are so far away that their light takes billions of years to reach us. In the meantime, something may have happened to them, causing them to disappear from the universe.

That's why we say looking at the sky is like looking into the past.

It's also why you didn't understand people who bought stars. Sure, it may be romantic and incredible, but in the end, they're probably buying something that no longer exists.

But then again, you're not judging anyone or anything. Once again, you're just stating your opinion. Still, if someone were to tell you and prove that they'd bought you a star, you'd be touched by the gesture because, in the end, it's the gesture and the intention that counts.

Opening your second can of beer, you take a few sips before turning your attention to your phone and the little photo printer, long abandoned on the low wall beside you.

Like all other youngsters and children from your orphanage, you participated in a therapy session. And during one of them, the psychologist suggested that you take some time to write down everything that was going on in your head in a journal. This would allow you to clear your mind of all the toxins, doubts, and questions that poisoned your spirit to make way for serenity.

So, for years, you'd been playing the game. At first, you were a little lost, not knowing what to write down. Then, as time passed, you gave your imagination desires and needs free rein. You wrote about your experiences during the day. But also your doubts, your sorrows, the words of a song running through your head. Inspiring phrases that matched your life and state of mind at the time.

Tonight, you decided to put up the photo you'd taken of the sunset and, with it, your thoughts of the moment.

You thanked the heavens for having put Jungkook in your path, which at the moment was proving to be a beautiful encounter. Just like the magnificent sunset, he had brought a little color into your dull life, dulled by time and the deeds and accomplishments of recent times. And even if Jungkook's presence in your life is as fleeting as the time of a sunset, you'll always be grateful to him.

As night falls, you return to the shelter of your home. Leaning back on your bed, you gaze up at the ceiling of your room, asking yourself: "And now, what?"

You'll be out of school for a year with no source of income. If you wanted to continue living under this roof, you'd have to work your ass off to find something to pay the rent and make ends meet. You had no choice but to work and no longer rely on the government aid given to young students in times of hardship.

From now on, you have to rely on your own resources and manage to bring home the money and the food, like the big girl you are.

You spend about two hours looking for ads for odd jobs here and there on the Internet, but nothing comes up. At least, nothing exciting or close to home. Most ads come from the center of Seoul, only a few kilometers from where you live. Doing a thankless job, finishing very late at night, and having to take public transport for forty-five or even an hour's journey is demotivating.

But just as you were giving up hope of finding anything tonight, a flash from the night before comes back to mind.

Before you were entirely out of your mind, you remembered that Minjun had put up an ad saying they were looking for a bartender.

Admittedly, there were better kinds of jobs than this - you were bound to come across some insufferable drunkards and guys who would be quick to want to have you in their bed. Not to mention the harmful, violent, and damaging atmosphere for your little person, but on the other hand was that it wasn't really far from home, and you already knew Minjun.

You've got nothing to lose by trying. You can always break the contract if it becomes too much of a burden.

You didn't have Minjun's number and couldn't find the bar's contact details online. You had no choice but to go there and talk to him face-to-face.

It was still early, so the place was closed to the public. You hoped, by some miracle, that Minjun would already be there and that they'd agree to let you talk to him.

The two substantial black doors were closed, so you knocked forcefully on the door without wasting any more time and praying to heaven that you'd be heard. The place was vast, and you had to go down some stairs before you could access the main space, so you wouldn't typically make yourself heard by knocking.

A few moments later, having achieved nothing, you try again. You were about to knock a third time, but the door opened, almost hitting you in the face.

A man, no... a gorilla opens the door. He was most certainly two meters by two meters. You could even bet he was wider than your fridge. Dressed in black from head to toe, while he had an earpiece in his ear.

"Drop by later, we're closed." The man grunts and shuts the door in your face without even giving you time to express yourself. Except that, before he's had a chance to close it completely, you block it with your foot, just like you've seen people do in the movies. Except in the film, they don't show how much this shit hurts.

Swallowing a complaint, you try to negotiate with a gorilla. "I know, but please, I need to talk to Minjun. It's about the barmaid position." Scrutinizing you up and down, the man opens the door a little more, barely enough to let you in.

"Thank you."

He lets you pass him before locking the large doors and asking you to follow him. After descending the few steps separating you from the main area, you notice that everything has stayed the same as the previous day. The only difference was that all the lights were on, and you had a better view of the space.

"Minjun, there's someone here for you. It's about the bartender position." Announces the gorilla, immediately stepping aside to resume his activities, leaving you alone facing an empty bar. Empty until you hear the clink of glass bottles before a brunette head appears in your field of vision.

"Good evening-" Rising to his feet and looking in your direction, Minjun seemed surprised to see you standing before him.

"So, just like that, little one wants to play in the big leagues." He teases.

"Yeah, well, I'm not necessarily thrilled with the idea, but I'm really in need."

"Do you have any experience in the field?" Minjun rests his forearms on the counter, putting down what he is doing to give you his full attention.

"If you consider drinking everything you can get your hands on when you find out your ex is cheating on you, then yes."

"Tsk." He shakes his head, escaping a small laugh. "That's not exactly reassuring, little one. But you're lucky we're actually in need." This isn't very advantageous for him because whoever says no experience says training and lack of time to train you. But on the plus side, you're already there, and there are still three hours to go before the first customers show up. So he had some time to show you the basics, and he'd show you the rest as time went on and as you needed it.

"Join me behind the counter. I'll show you where things are and the most basic and common recipes. But before that, I'll show you the staff changing rooms where you can get rid of your stuff." He said once you'd joined him behind the bar counter.

You passed through a door linking the bar directly to the storeroom, which gave direct access to a corridor that only staff could use, leading to a checkroom and toilets. There was also another door on the left, providing access to the outside. "You can go through there when you start your shifts instead of through the front door, but also to smoke during your breaks or just to get some fresh air."

Having cleared away your belongings and returned to the bar, you give Minjun a hand. You restocked the drinks and other things you would need during the evening. You were also allowed to familiarize yourself more with where everything was placed.

Minjun also took the opportunity to explain a few recipes to you. "Don't worry if you can't remember them; just have some cheat sheet on the worktop." Indeed, some small laminated sheets were stuck on the worktop and on the counter's inner barrier, sheltered from the customers' view. "Cheater."

"What? Sometimes even the best have memory lapses." He pats you on the shoulder teasingly.

"Anyway, the most important thing is not to panic at the sight of the crowd. Do the orders one by one to avoid getting lost, and if you have any doubts, don't hesitate to come and ask me or Sohan, the other barman."

You nod and continue to prepare the drinks he asks you to practice. It wasn't all plain sailing. Tonight, you had to prove to him and the others that you were trustworthy and that you did indeed belong here. Besides, it was one less thing to worry about.

"When do I start?" You ask.

"Are you free tonight?" You nod, "Then tonight will be."

Oh. That fast? At least you won't have to wait long to have an answer. Mentally unprepared, you start to feel your hands becoming sweating.

"Be thankful tonight's fight was between amateurs and not Bullet Fists. Otherwise, it would have been hell for you."

Bullet Fists. Jungkook. Quasimodo.

You hadn't thought much about it, but working at the Den - if it became official in the days - meant you might see your beautiful neighbor more often than you'd imagined, which, in all honesty, wasn't unpleasant.

"Good." He says, clapping his hands and pulling you out of your thoughts. "Let's talk about the payment." Now you were starting to speak the same language.

"For tonight, if you can make it to the end and manage properly, you'll be paid 1 .291 .689₩" (€900 │ $991.30 │ £780.41).

"That much?" Shocked to earn so much for a few hours of work.

"Yeah, not counting tips from customers. And if you ever come to do business with us, you'll earn double. Don't forget, darling, that you're working in a place that's underground and where money flows freely."

No wonder, even in places like this, some people like you accept work without worrying about the risks.

"We've got half an hour before we open. Do you think that's enough time to get dolled up? I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for in the lost and found." He points to you.

"Did you guys find make-up?"

"You'll be shocked at how much we find once the customers leave."

Wasting no more time, you head off to the changing rooms and rummage through the lost and found. Everything: lipsticks, pencils, liner, mascara, perfume, clothes, and even shoes and telephones. It's in circumstances like this that you realize how absent-minded people can be when they're drunk. Worst of all, no one seems to have come to claim them.

It was barely ten o'clock on a Saturday morning when Jungkook's phone rang while he slept peacefully. The only sound in his house was his snoring, which clattered against his bedroom walls.

At first, Jungkook thought the unbearable noise from his phone was a dream, but when his subconscious awakened, trapping Jungkook in between the real world and the dream world, he realized it was his phone ringing.

He groped his mattress for his phone without even opening his eyes.

"What?" His morning voice was hoarse, low, and raspy. He knew very well who was on the line. That dog-bark ringing was registered to his "trainer," or the man who only called him when he had to fight for large sums of money.

"A little respect for your elders, you moron." Jungkook didn't care; he only wanted to go back to sleep. The night before, Jungkook stayed up until four to finish a job due first thing Monday.

This assignment was a group project, but Jungkook did it alone as usual, refusing to waste time socializing with his classmates.

"Get on with it." he barks again, becoming increasingly grumpy.

"All right, then. Tonight. The Den. Fight against Bazooka. See you at midnight. Is that short enough for Sleeping Beauty?" His trainer teased, knowing full well that this was playing on the younger man's nerves.

"Hmm." Jungkook grunts, rubbing his face against the mattress for lack of a pillow. "I've told you before that for this sort of thing, you can leave a message just fine."

"Yeah, and run the risk of you not reading it."

"Tsk. As if I'm going to miss an opportunity to kick this bastard's ass. Besides, it looks like last time's beating wasn't enough for him."

"Apparently not. Jung-Ho's trainer kept bombarding my phone with calls and messages to arrange a meeting between you."

"That guy must really be a masochist." Says Jungkook, referring to his opponent, fully awake now.

"Or maybe he's fallen for your charm." Jungkook rolls his eyes as his trainer laughs at the possible situation.

"It's possible. He's not the first and certainly won't be the last. Everyone falls for Bullet Fists' charm and charisma."

"Okay. That's my cue to cut this call short. You're fully awake, and your oversized ego has resurfaced."

"Oh, come on, coach, fess up. You've fallen for it too."

"Yeah, right. Well, come on, kid. Don't forget, midnight sharp." Then he hangs up.

It had been a week since Jungkook had set foot in the Den, and he wasn't unhappy about it. The farther away he was from this place, the better off he was.

Since the death of his parents a few years ago, when Jungkook was just eighteen, his life has been turned upside down.

This happened during the summer vacations when his parents were away on a romantic evening without Jungkook. On their way home, they were hit by a car belonging to a group of young people returning from a night out.

The news sent Jungkook into a frenzy, and he was only calmed when he made those responsible for his parents' death pay.

Before the death of his parents, Jungkook was what we consider a good boy. Polite, kind, helpful, and very shy. Especially towards girls. Today, Jungkook was a completely different man. Rude to some, no longer shy and charming. He was a massive hit with the ladies.

But deep down, he was still the sweet boy he once was; it's just that after all the shit life had thrown at him in the dark hours of his life, Jungkook found himself trapped in a darkness that refused to leave him.

It was pure chance that one night, he came across a man who later became his coach. It was this man who had introduced him to the life of an underground fighter he led today.

He had no ill intentions towards Jungkook. He wanted to help him, but he didn't have the means to do so, so he did it the only way he knew how. He had seen a glimmer of hope and life in Jungkook that he hadn't believed in for many years.

So the man welcomed him into the cubbyhole that was his apartment and taught him how to fight. Introducing him to street fighting was the only way he could help Jungkook make a decent sum of money fairly quickly.

In return, without realizing it, Jungkook brought a glimmer of life into the man who had taken him in. He let him know what it was like to be a father. For the man, Seokjin, life wasn't all rosy either, and Jungkook had given him a breath of fresh air.

The relationship between Jungkook and Seokjin was not just that of coach and fighter. It was that of a father and son but also of two brothers.

Seokjin sometimes regretted his decision to introduce his dark life to Jungkook. But as he looked back on Jungkook's living conditions when he first met him, he felt the poor boy could have fallen even further.

For the rest of the day, Jungkook prepared for his evening fight. With all the money he'd made from his fights, he'd been able to save up enough to buy some body-building equipment.

But while taking a break after having already trained for an hour and forty-five minutes without respite, he allowed himself a break to drink water and smoke.

Opening his windows, his gaze wandered in the direction of your home. Who would have thought that the distressed young woman he saved one evening would turn his thoughts upside down?

It had been a week since your last interaction, but it was still fresh in his mind.

It may have been wrong and out of place given the circumstances in which your paths crossed, but Jungkook still remembers the shape of your topless, perfect body.

The image of the valley of your breasts, though covered by your bra, haunted his memory. The curves of your body, right where it should be, the warmth of your body caressing his. Your scent still wafting through his car after he dropped you off at home.

Then, that famous night after his fight just a week ago when he'd realized you were his kind of girl. Sweet and naive, but also a strong woman with much fight.

The cat-and-mouse game you two played over the phone was like sweet music in his ears.

That night at the dingy hotel, Jungkook couldn't close his eyes all night, his gaze riveted on your silhouette, which he glimpsed thanks to the moonbeams seeping through the window. And although you found yourself in a nauseating place with a man you didn't really know, you slept so peacefully. As if you trusted him completely.

"Idiot." Yet a gentle, blissful smile that gave him a boyish air had taken possession of his soft lips.

Realizing how silly he looked, Jungkook shook his head to chase away these ideas that would get him nowhere. On the other hand, even though he hadn't heard from you since that famous time, he had noticed that you'd been going out at the same time for the past week and coming home at noon.

And here you are again.

Not that he was worried but curious. What could you be doing alone at such hours when you'd only just moved into a neighborhood like this?

"What are you meddling with, man? What she does or doesn't do is none of your business." And with that reprimand, he closes his windows to get ready.

"Hey, Little one. So, are you ready for the big night?" Minjun and Sohan were already behind the counter, preparing the necessities for tonight.

"What do you mean?" You shook off your belongings as the two men exchanged a look.

"You don't know who's fighting tonight?" You shake your head. "Bullet Fists versus Bazooka. So expect to get ripped off at the controls." Sohan was a tall man with blue hair and black eyes, although he opted for green lenses tonight. He also had muscles, and from what you'd seen during his last fight, Sohan seemed a little less muscular than Jungkook. He wore his hair up and back, which highlighted his face.

Like Minjun and you, he was dressed entirely in black. A slim black shirt with a few buttons undone and jeans pants adorned his legs, while his look was finished off with a pair of combat boots.

Minjun was dressed pretty much the same as Johan, the only difference being that he wore a tight T-shirt, revealing his muscles and pectorals. As for his black hair, it was in its usual form, with its fringe parted in the middle of his forehead. Giving him a bad-boy look.

Without planning it with your two colleagues, you'd opt for an all-black look tonight. Loose hair with a few curls, prominent make-up with smoky eyes, making your gaze bewitching. You wore a tight, sheer lace crop top. Accompanying your femme fatale look, you wore a high-waisted leather skirt with a slit up the right thigh. And while heeled boots would have been perfect, you couldn't forget that you would spend the rest of the evening standing behind the counter, so you left it out, opting for combat boots with clutches, which was very handy for putting your tips in.

"Awesome. I'm going to get my first rush. Not stressful at all." You give them a tense little smile.

"Don't worry." Minjun places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We'll do as usual. You take orders individually and ask us what you need."

The two men are pretty pleased with your work. They see that you're giving it your all and already have your bearings, although you haven't been here long.

"Don't worry about it. Don't think about it; everything's going to be fine."

"Now go and get ready because the first wave of customers is coming."

It had already been two hours since you'd arrived, and the crowd was still growing, but the good news was that you were keeping up just as well as your two colleagues. 

As you prepared the orders, you couldn't help glancing around the room in search of just one person. You kept wondering if he was already there? Was he too stressed? And would he stop by the bar for a drink before his fight? 

And yet, five fights had already taken place, and the sixth had just begun, with no sign of your neighbor. As the show's highlight, the Bullet Fists and Bazooka fight was decreed to be the last. It's all very strategic. The organizers know that their audience's two favorites are these two fighters - mainly Bullet Fists - so by making them fight last, they're sure to attract more customers and make a maximum profit from the beginning to the end of the evening.  

Meanwhile, you hoped to see Jungkook before he entered the cage, but your hopes were dashed as his fight drew nearer. Deciding not to dwell on the subject any longer, you return the drinks to one customer before moving on to another. 

"Good evening. What can I get you?" You change your look of disappointment to a broad business smile. 

When your gaze settles on the customer in question, you have a vague impression of having seen him somewhere before, but you are having trouble remembering where and when precisely. 

"I'd say the bombshell I'm looking at." Pfff. So, he falls into the category of annoying, redneck customer. But hey, you're not going to criticize and try to make him understand nicely that you won't go any further than serving his order. 

"Ha. That's going to be tricky, buddy." You were trying to say it with a teasing attitude. It's not like you were with Jungkook, but a little more distant, leaning more towards sarcasm than anything else. 

It's well known that barmen/barmaids are known to be flirts; it's part of the show if they feel like ending up with tips; after all, they have to make a living from their trade. 

"Nothing's really complicated when you really want it to be." You hold back from telling him that so he has his answer, but you hold back, not wanting to be rude and risk losing your job just a week in. 

"What can I put you down for?" Not wanting to waste more time in his company, you change the subject directly. Not to mention that the line is getting longer and longer, so you've got your work cut out for you. It's either he orders, or he bolts. 

"Pint of ruby, baby." Boy, did you hate it when someone as reluctant as him called you baby? 

It's crazy because you'd never talked to him about your life before, and yet he was already pissing you off. Some people like that don't do anything to us, but just seeing them or hearing their voices takes us out of our depths. It's something inexplicable, and yet you were ready to put your hand on the fact that you weren't the only one in the world to feel that way, and secretly, it reassured you. 

"Right away." Unfortunately for you, the draught beer tap was right in front of you, so you had no escape route, but on the bright side, you could quickly give him his order as soon as you'd finished serving it and hope he'd get out of the way as soon as possible too. 

Misfortune never comes alone. While the man already had his order in hand, he was still perched on the counter, clinging on as if his life depended on it. Worst of all, his gaze never left your side, and you hated the feeling of being spied on.

"I've never seen you around here. You must be new around here." Your only response was a vague glance in her direction as you continued to prepare another customer's order. 

"I would like to be a dead leaf in front of your door so that you can overwhelm me with your beauty every time you leave your house." Hang in there, YN; you'll be fine. Just don't roll your eyes at him. 

Sohan, who wasn't far from you, seemed to have heard the shit flirty floppy pickup lines the stranger was trying to throw at you because when your eyes met, he laughed.

Returning the order to the customer, you moved on to the next one. Fortunately, this time, you had to prepare a cocktail, and what you needed was laid out on the worktop behind you, giving you a little respite from the dolt guy starting to get on your nerves. 

You tried to drag out the process of preparing the cocktail as best you could, taking your time and making the pleasure of not hearing the sound of his voice last, but all good things must come to an end, and you had to turn around to give the customer his order back and cash it at the same time. 

As you waited for the customer to enter his credit card code on the EPT machine, the guy took the opportunity to pull another bullshit. 

"Your ass is so beautiful; it's a shame you have to sit on it." You'd like to know where he comes up with these ready-made moronic phrases. 

"Let me guess," you say, addressing the guy, "Last night you had trouble falling asleep, so you couldn't think of anything better than searching the internet for 'the top 50 worst pickup lines for hitting on a girl?" 

Sohan and Minjun were preparing their own orders without losing any of your interaction with the stranger and couldn't help but laugh at what you said, which had the knack of nipping the other guy in the bud for a while. 

Unfortunately for him, just as he was most certainly about to come out with some new bullshit, a slightly older guy interrupts him. 

"Jung-Ho, man, I've been looking for you for ten minutes. Hurry up; it's time to get ready for the fight." Without the annoying guy - Jung-Ho, from what you'd heard - even having time to retaliate, his buddy drags him by the arm away from the bar. 

Unaware that you were holding your breath, you let go of it suddenly, a sign of relief, while you gave a small smile to a customer who hadn't lost anything for some time. 

Some time had passed after Jung-Ho had been dragged off somewhere, and in the meantime, the previous fight had just ended. One of the fighters ended badly banged up by his opponent's blows. 

"YN, flee. Go take a five-minute break." Minjun takes the bottle of vodka from your hand.

"But there are still plenty of customers."

"Don't worry, the crowd is thinning out. We can handle it." Sohan takes you by the forearm and gently pushes you toward the back door. 

"All right." Crossing the storeroom and the back corridor leading to the checkroom, you enter the room before grabbing your pack of cigarettes and your lighter and using the door leading to the back exit for staff members only. 

And to think you never smoked before. It all started three years ago when your life became a mess, and you found yourself with your head underwater. Alone in the world, with no one to turn to or confide in while your life took such a rapid turn that you couldn't keep up. 

You were aware that this wasn't the best solution, but the temptation had been stronger, and you took up smoking. 

It's unfortunate to say, but smoking takes away all the pressure you build up over a day. Sometimes, you manage to go days without smoking, but these past few days, when you're faced with a heavy, tiring day, you sometimes smoke a few. Ironically, as a smoker, you hate the smell of cigarettes and, even worse, the smell of cold tobacco. That's why you invested in an electronic cigarette. Not only could you control the level of nicotine you consumed, but you could also have the possibility to change the taste, and even better, you didn't have the stench of cold tobacco.

You used it more at home because even though you had a roof terrace, you were sometimes too lazy to go out just to smoke even more when the evenings were cold. And that awful smell was out of the question.

But in the evening or at work, you'd allow yourself a few normal cigarettes. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, delighted to see so many of you here. The moment of the long-awaited evening is finally upon us. The fight we've all been waiting for is about to begin." 

That was your signal to go back inside. The fight you, too, had been waiting for was about to begin, and the boys could finally take their break in turn. 

"So, without further ado, give your champion a fervent cheer to encourage them." Back at the bar, you noticed no more customers surrounded the counter, all drawn like flies had taken their places around the cage. "I hope you've made your bets, and may luck be with you." 

Since there were no customers, Minjun and Sohan went off to take their break simultaneously. "Let's start immediately by calling the young stallion, the handsome one, the tall one I named Ba-Zoo-Ka." 

As last time, cheers and jeers are heard in the hall. When the named Bazooka enters the cage. Your drink in your mouth goes down the wrong hole when you swallow. 

Bazooka is none other than Jung-Ho, a.k.a. the super-boring guy with the stupid pickup lines. 

Showing off, he waves to the crowd and sends flying kisses in the direction of the ladies before stepping into a corner, wisely awaiting the arrival of his opponent. 

"Now, let's all cheer for your favorite, the charmer, the beast, the god. I named Bullet Fists." 

Once again, it was to the sound of NEFFEX that Jungkook decided to enter. But this time, he changed his sound, opting for Untoppable.

I'm unstoppable (yeah)

Do the impossible (that's right)

I'm irresponsible (oh)

Yet I'm phenomenal (oh)

I got an arsenal (oh, yeah)

I'm dropping bombs, you know (oh, yeah)

No, I'm not stopping, no (let's go)

Conquer the obstacle (yeah)

Jungkook usually chooses his songs according to his current state of mind. Tonight, he chose this song because he wanted his opponent to understand that he would do everything he could to win this fight and make his opponent bite the dust. Jungkook was unstoppable and had come tonight to conquer the obstacle and return home with the spoils.

To the top, here I go, think I'm chosen

To be the king of rock, think the people have spoken

I can hear the tic toc of the clock, I'm in motion

So, now I'm gonna pop, causing all this commotion, yeah

Entering the cage in his turn, just like his opponent, Jungkook makes the rounds, charming the women with smiles and winks.

Positioning himself on the opposite side of the cage from Jung-Ho, Jungkook discards his black-and-white silk bathrobe before baling it up and tossing it over the cage towards his coach, Seokjin.

When the ring girl finishes her turn, holding high the sign indicating the first round, she exits the cage, closing the door behind her. In no time at all, the ring gong sounds, signaling the start of the match.

The crowd holds its breath, and so do you, waiting for one of the two opponents to throw the first punch.

Impatient to make his opponent pay for the beating he had given him the previous time, Jung-Ho launched himself first, advancing toward Jungkook before trying to throw his fist in his face. However, Jungkook was beginning to know his opponent's habits, as he didn't play on the element of surprise, making him predictable for his opponent.

Sohan and Minjun return from their break, and you hand them their drink, which you had prepared in advance, knowing the two men's predilection after the week spent in their company.

Rounding the balcony, the three of you sit on the high stools while enjoying your drink and well-deserved rest after charcoaling like mad for over three hours without a break.

"So, what did we miss?" Sohan asks, his eyes still riveted on the battle ahead.

"Nothing. It just started." Sohan nods. "Did you know the pathetic guy was Jungkook's opponent tonight?" The two men look at each other, laughing.

"Yeah. He's a regular here."

"And Bullet Fists' number one opponent." Says each of your colleagues in turn. "Every week he's there, trying to get his revenge on the previous time, but every time the result comes back to be the same." Adds Minjun.

"Let me guess, defeat." You ask without really asking.

"Bull's-eye, young lady," Sohan replies as your conversation dies and you focus on the fight.

Jungkook does nothing but take Jung-Ho's blows, much to the frustration of his supporters. He parries them without a care, but some manage to hit him.

"What you're witnessing is typical Bullet Fists." Riveting your attention in Minjun's direction, you waited for him to elaborate. "The fans don't understand that Jungkook takes his opponent's blows not to waste their time but to analyze his opponent."

"You see," Minjun continues his explanation. "By cashing in Bazooka's blows, Bullet Fists analyzes his power and strong and weak points. From the strength of his blows to the stability of his body and fighting style. That way, once Jungkook has deciphered his opponent a little, he can strike at Jung-Ho's weak points, ensuring victory."

"Besides," Sohan continued, "it allows him one more thing."

"What?" You ask.

"It allows him to tire out his opponent faster."

"What do you mean?" It's super nice of them to explain the fight to you. It's nice to watch the proceedings before you, but it's better to watch and understand the tactics and techniques of the fight and the fighters.

"Take a good look at Jung-Ho; how does he seem? Focus on the movements of his breathing, the expression on his face, but above all on his current performance compared to what it was at the beginning of the engagement."

In turn, you analyze the fight, and some things have changed.

"His breathing seems to be getting faster and irregular. He seems irritated and annoyed while his blows are slower and less frequent than before."

"I'm proud of you, little one. Give me five." Minjun says to you.

"So, in conclusion...?" Sohan asks you.

"As a result, I feel that Jung-Ho is already tiring." You conclude.

"Right on the money. And get ready because, in the next round, Jungkook will make mincemeat of Jung-Ho. For a change."

Again, the three of you focus on the fight while sipping drinks.

When the three minutes are up, the gong rings again, indicating a one-minute break for the boxers.

A few people return to the bar to replenish their drinks before the next kick-off. Only a few people, just a handful, return to their seats once the gong has sounded again. You take the opportunity to refill your glass with your favorite drink and those of the boys before joining them on the high stool you occupied before.

As Sohan told you, Jungkook makes short work of his opponent without finishing him off. But this time, he's not only taking the blows, he's also delivering them, which revives the crowd with every impact, raising the excitement level.

Unlike the rest of the room, the bar was also lit, which was pitch black except for a few neon lights and the ring light. Not with a powerful light, but somewhat subdued, allowing you to work in good conditions. As Jungkook shifted position, his gaze wandered over the crowd. But against all odds, his gaze landed on the bar where, despite the poor lighting, Jungkook noticed three people sitting there.

It's true that, returning to the Den today, Jungkook had vaguely heard that they had recruited a new person for the bar and that, this time, it was a young woman. But he hadn't given it much thought. Now that he could see her in the dark, he couldn't suppress the feeling of familiarity.

So, dodging a last-second blow from his opponent. Jungkook looked back toward the bar, and with a bit of prodding to adapt his view to the necessary condition, he saw that the young woman in the company of the usual bartenders was none other than you. YN. The woman who, for a week, had been haunting his thoughts.

"What?" His contemplation is interrupted by a right hook from his opponent, which causes silence from the people in the room and jubilation from Jung-Ho.

Unable to retaliate, as the gong sounds again, indicating the end of the second round, Jungkook returns to his corner.

From where he stood, Jungkook had a perfect view of the bar. If his memories were correct, he told you not to return to the Den during your phone call. So what the hell were you doing here. He only hoped that you weren't the new barmaid the others discussed.

"Pighead." You were pretty true to yourself, just going through the motions when he'd told you otherwise.

During his whole minute's pause, Jungkook hadn't taken his eyes off you, which didn't go unnoticed by Jung-Ho. Had Jungkook had a case with this chick? That was the question on Jung-Ho's mind. Were you related to him? He didn't know that; all he knew was that you'd attracted the attention of his sworn enemy and that he intended to use it to his advantage.

The Ring Girl finishes her round after indicating the third round, leave, the gong sounds, and the third round begins where the previous one left off.

Jungkook throws Jung-Ho a straight punch right in the face. As the punch was thrown and Jungkook's fist made contact with his opponent's nose, he felt a crack coming from his opponent. He had just broken his nose. Confirmation followed as soon as Jung-Ho's nose bled.

The blow had knocked him back a few steps, and instinctively, Jung-Ho brought his hand to his bruised nose.

"I see you saw my chick at the bar. So don't try anything with her because she's mine." Jung-Ho was playing with fire and knew it very well; he knew full well that Jungkook would retaliate, but the game was worth the candle. He wanted to get him off his back, and he was going to succeed. He would try with words if he couldn't rattle his opponent with blows.

This was precisely why Jungkook didn't get involved with anyone, to avoid this situation. To prevent his opponents from finding his weak point(s) and turning them against him. Yet he hadn't been able to help himself tonight with you, and as feared, his opponent had caught on and was now making him pay for his imprudence.

On the other hand, Jungkook wasn't fooled; he knew what Jung-Ho was up to by using you against him. But if his aim was to piss him off, he must not have been very clever because Jungkook was going to let off steam. So, in both cases, Jung-Ho would come out as the loser and more humiliated than on previous occasions.

"Once I'm done with you, I'll take care of her. Take her back to my place and fuck her so hard, she'll forget her own name."

Jungkook knew reacting or feeling affected by these words was pointless, especially since he was nothing and no one to you. He was just a simple guy who was lucky enough to be around when you needed him and who helped you out a few times before you found out he was your neighbor. Your 'relationship' ended there.

Then why did he feel a lousy emotion surging inside him? Usually, when his opponents tried this childish tactic on him - Jung-Ho was not the first and certainly not the last to do so - they couldn't succeed. Usually, they'd try it with the few booty calls Jungkook had, thinking they were his girlfriend, but they'd just turn out to be chicks he'd slept with.

With you, however, it's not the same. The man feels possessiveness, no, rather a protective instinct towards you. An attraction that's still difficult for him to determine is whether it's because he wants to have you constantly with him or whether it's simply physical attraction. In either case, he wasn't going to try to figure out which one turned out to be his.

You didn't understand what was going on between the two men. All you could see, however, was that Jung-Ho was engaged in a monologue, and by Jungkook's facial expression, you'd be willing to bet it was getting on his nerves.

Although there had been no physical exertion on the fighters' part, Jungkook's breathing was jerky. His face was closed, eyebrows furrowed as he played with his tongue, caressing the inner corner of his cheek. His closed eyes made him vulnerable to his opponent, yet Jungkook didn't care. He was trying to channel his nerves and calm down before committing the irreparable.

Although, as an underground fighter, Jungkook avoided having a man's blood on his hands. For the stupidest, most inconsequential thing Jung-Ho could be, for Jungkook's psychological sake, he was trying not to kill him tonight.

But the more obscene things came out of Jung-Ho's foul mouth, the more difficult it became.

From your point of view, everything happened very quickly for the human eye and brain to properly assimilate and transmit what happened to the brain. The only thing you and the supporters knew was that one second, Jung-Ho, a.k.a Bazooka, was standing with a goofy grin, and the next, he was knocked to the ground.

The crowd went wild, and the referee entered the cage to start the countdown to ten. Inwardly and unconsciously, you prayed that Jung-Ho would stay down and that Jungkook would be the big winner.

At the end of the ten seconds, Bullet Fists is crowned the winner after knocking out his opponent.

Once all the evening's fights were over, people went home. It's been almost an hour since everything ended, and still no Jungkook in sight. So you get on with life and work with Minjun and Sohan, who can't stop talking about tonight's fights.

Meanwhile, you continued wiping glasses, Minjun washed and disinfected the counter and worktop, and Sohan cleaned and put away bottles.

"Hey man, what can I get you?" Sohan's voice snaps you out of your concentration, and you rivet your attention to the person he is addressing.

Finally, Jungkook showed up. You couldn't see his full clothes, but he wore a black hoodie. He was kindly seated on the counter's high stool.

"As usual, but give me a triple shot." With that, Sohan grabs the bottle of Whisky and, as requested, pours a triple shot before adding a large diamond-sized ice cube.

Although you try to make eye contact with Jungkook, he seems determined not to meet your gaze. Pretending to be focused on his glass and its contents before drinking it and asking for more.

Finish wiping up and putting away the last glass, you take the bottle of Whiskey from Sohan's hands.

"Don't worry, I'll manage." You dismiss him as he takes the opportunity to grab the mop and take care of the floor.

Meanwhile, you pour the bottle's contents into Jungkook's glass before handing it to him. Reaching for the glass, his fingers brush yours. It's undoubtedly a cliché to say it, but as you do so, a gentle warmth seizes you while an electric current runs through your body, causing goosebumps.

But as if burned by fire, Jungkook quickly moves his hand away from you and sips the drink. You didn't understand this distance on his part. You knew he was ignoring you, but the question was, why?

During your last exchange, everything had gone well, so you didn't understand his hostile behavior towards you. Ignoring all this, you tried an approach.

"Hey, Quasimodo, that was a hell of a fight. What did he say to you, Bazooka, to get you all worked up and send him to dreamland." You try to tease him to dispel the electricity between you.

There's nothing worse in this world than the silent treatment and being ignored by someone. Jungkook heard you all right. You had no doubt about that. You were alone in the room, Minjun having finished his duty while Sohan had gone to put the mop away in its place.

Instead of answering you, Jungkook empties his glass and stubbornly does not address you or even look at you; he gestures for you to serve him again.

"No." Two could play this stubborn game.

Surprised, Jungkook decided to look at you at last, one eyebrow raised as if to ask if you were serious, which you were. You close the bottle and put it back to show him you weren't joking.

Jungkook gives a little laugh, taken aback by your audacity. "All right."

He stands up, throws a bill on the counter, and heads for the exit without giving you another glance.

On the other hand, in total incomprehension, you let out a loud sigh.

"Trouble in paradise, sexy?" Startling you by not having seen him coming, you turn your head to come face to face with a rather severely banged-up Jung-Ho.

"Not in the least." You pretended to be busy so as not to have to interact with the individual. Luckily, you still had Jungkook's glass to wash.

"Can you pour me a drink?" Jung-Ho asks.

"Sorry, but the bar's closed, and I don't know if you realize it, but tonight was pretty hectic, and I just want to go home."

"All right, what do you say we go back to your place, and you buy me a drink?"

The audacity of this guy. What could you say to get him off your back once and for all? It was late at night, and your socializing battery was at minus a thousand, so you were planning to make it clear to him word for word that you weren't interested in him, but you didn't have the time to do it.

You were so absorbed in avoiding Jung-Ho that you hadn't noticed that Jungkook was still present, standing in the middle of the stairs. He had caught all of your interaction with his opponent.

He was determined to ignore you and head home for a hot shower to relax his tense muscles. He would also take the opportunity to treat his wounds before throwing himself on his bed, but once again, you eradicated his plans.

He couldn't ignore the obscene images playing in his head. Imagining everything, Jung-Ho told him he would do to you once the fight ended. He turned around and walked back down the steps towards the bar.

"For fuck's sake, Jungkook." He berates himself as he braves the distance between you.

"Get your stuff, we're going home." And lo and behold, once again, Jungkook holds out the stick to be beaten.

"Excuse me?" Stunned by his nerve. First, he ignores you for no good reason, and now he wants to take you home? What a joke.

"Grab your stuff, and let's get out of here." Minjun and Sohan return from wherever they are and stumble upon a scene they never thought they'd witness, especially from Jungkook.

In all the years the two men had worked in the Den and rubbed shoulders with Jungkook, they'd never seen him in such a state.

"Who's we? You, you mean."

Closing his eyes and sighing, Jungkook blurts, "YN, don't play smart with me. I'm exhausted and want to go home." He finally opens his eyes, and his gaze is dark. "Get your damn things, and let's go home."

"The lady doesn't want to go home with you, buddy. So fuck off." Swings Jung-Ho finds the situation amusing and throws more fuel on the fire.

"You shut up, you prick." Jungkook was ready to knock him out again, but Minjun intervened.

"Okay, guys, let's take it down a notch. The fight's over."

"Here." Sohan hands your jacket and bag before gently pushing you out from behind the bar.

"See you Tuesday," Minjun tells you as you walk past him.

"All right, I'm going home, but definitely not with you." You walk past a greatly annoyed Jungkook and pretend to ignore him as you put your leather jacket back on before adjusting your bag over your shoulder.

"I'm going to kill her," Jungkook mutters to himself before taking you by the hand and dragging you to the exit.

"What the fuck, man? I can walk on my own."

Suddenly, just as you'd reached level zero and were walking down the short corridor to the exit, Jungkook pushed you against the wall, trapping your body between the wall and his body.

"Don't play with my nerves, princess. I think I've had enough for tonight."

"Then leave me alone and go home." You shake off his hold and leave the building before starting to walk in the direction of your home.

"Don't be stubborn, YN, and let me take you home."

"How kind of you to come to my aid, my good man. But I can get home just fine on my own." His attitude and mood swings were beginning to make your head spin and play with your nerves.

"Goddammit, woman, get back here." Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. So he runs after you, grabs you in bride mode, being sure you can't get out of his grip, and walks towards his car the opposite way you'd gone.

Arriving at his vehicle, Jungkook unlocks it and opens the passenger-side door before sitting you in the front seat and buckling your seatbelt.

"I know how to buckle myself in. " You clap your hands to ward them off. Your eyes met no sooner than you felt electricity in the air again.

"Great." With that, Jungkook straightens up before slamming the door. He walks around to his car, climbs on the driver's side, puts the keys in the ignition, and starts the vehicle toward your respective homes.

All the way home, you sulked, refusing to speak to him as he had done to you. For his part, Jungkook was seeing red. He gripped the steering wheel angrily, driving like a madman while his knuckles were white.

He wasn't angry with you, even though you didn't listen when he told you to not set foot in the Den, and as usual, you didn't listen to him. No, he was pissed at himself for giving his opponent something to get at and, even worse, for succumbing and getting involved with you once again.

"Fuck." He punches the steering wheel as he accelerates again.

"You're fucking crazy. Slow down; I don't want to die." Once again, he ignored you, and the current speed exceeds 100 km/h.

"Jungkook." You could see that he was no longer present among you; his gaze seemed lost in the vague. You really were going to die tonight because of a fool.

Images of you and Jung-Ho replayed in his head, making him even more angry. But luckily, you had just entered your street. Stopping short in front of his house, Jungkook barely had time to save you from banging your head against the space just above the glove compartment.

"Sick bastard." And with that, you undo your seatbelt and get out of the car, not forgetting to slam the door.

That snapped him out of his delusion. "Shit." He gets out of the car just in time as you circle the car to cross the road and finally return to the comfort of home.

You had two days off, so you would enjoy forgetting this catastrophic evening. But your plans were postponed, as Jungkook managed to pin you against his car and wedge you between it and his muscular body.

"What's the matter with you?" You shouted in his face.

For crying out loud, Jungkook says nothing. Taking your cheeks between his calloused yet gentle hands, he seals your lips. He draws you into a kiss filled with passion and desire but also filled with frustration. His frustrations. Deepening your kiss by inserting his tongue into your mouth and pressing his body to yours, Jungkook takes you out of this world and into a whole new one.

You didn't know why you let that kiss go on. Indeed eager for Jungkook, too. Of their own accord, your hands pass under his sweatshirt, making direct contact with his skin and those iron abs he had. Your lips let themselves be led by his, engaged in a frenzied yet sensual dance, while your tongue was carried away by the rhythm. Your kiss was torrid initially, but Jungkook still built up the intensity.

Your body reacted well to his, fitting together perfectly despite your size difference, like chemical elements that, when stimulated, became incandescent with desire.

You let yourself be carried away by his hands that roamed your body, memorizing every curve. Your hands got lost in his hair, and out of pure reflex, you tugged gently on it, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from him. You both needed oxygen but feared that the reality would spoil everything if you paused to catch your breath. But Jungkook tried anyway and went for your neck.

He leaves his mark as he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck, in the joint between your neck and shoulder. Running a hand over your back, you feel his broad hand move down to your butt before he takes one of them in his hand. A delicious moan escapes you, going straight into his ear and cock. With his hand still positioned on your butt, Jungkook greedily pulls you against him, pressing you even closer.

You resume your torrid kiss again, which causes you to lose all signs of strength in your legs, and you have to hold on to him to keep from collapsing to the floor. The streets were empty, and the brothel below your house was already closed, given the late hour. Only the moon and stars witnessed your moment.

Your moans mixed with Jungkook's grunts were a sweet melody in your ears. Tongue dancing together, teeth chattering, and his hands on you were the perfect mix to bring you to the gates of Nirvana. You felt that with Jungkook, you had unlocked all the keys to liberate yourself from your condition of suffering, illusion, and ignorance.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Jungkook is the one who ends your fiery exchange. Yet his body remains glued to yours as he gently rests his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed as he inhales your scent, imprinting it once and for all on his mind. Your scent was sweet and bewitching. Your breaths are jerky and violent.

Caressing your cheek with his thumb, Jungkook succumbed to his weakness one last time before ending your exchange.

"You're driving me crazy." His voice was low, weak, and hoarse. "What are you doing to me, princess." And with that, he broke the gentle contact of your bodies and looked at you one last time before heading off to his home, leaving you alone, still leaning against his car, wondering what the hell had just happened.

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Fighter News!

Hello my sinners. Happy New Year ! 🥳

As promised, the preview of the third part of Fighter has been posted on my Ko-Fi account.

I'll let you take a look while waiting for the chapter to be fully published.

In the meantime, I wish you again a happy new year, and I'll see you again soon, this time with the entire chapter.

-Yaya-

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Good News

Hello everyone and Merry Christmas!

Good news. The writing of the third part of Fighter is almost finished, so it's only a matter of time before I finish it and start translating it.

For those readers who can't wait until the third part is fully translated and finally published, I'll post the first 800 words of the story on my Ko-Fi profile as soon as I start translating to give you a sneak peek of what's to come. So feel free to drop by when the time comes.

In the meantime, I wish you a wonderful holiday season, and I'll see you soon.

-Yaya

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Hi, would you ever do a story where they are real brother and sister and they start experiencing feelings for each other that they've never experienced before. A slow burn with gradual sexual intent. You know not where it's just instant and they have sex on every page of the book but a real unexpected surprise. I really really really want to read something like that. Been looking everywhere but can't find any stories like that.

Hi, so it never occurred to me to write a story about incest between brother and sister while they are of the same blood. In the same style, you have one of my stories called Forbidden, where JK and YN are step-siblings without blood ties. Admittedly, their relationship is pretty quick because it's a short story. So, to answer your question, no, I don't have one of those. Sorry about that.

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News

Hello everybody! I've got some good news for loyal Fighter readers. Due to its success with you, I've decided to devote my time to the continuation of Fighter and put my other work on hold. To avoid getting lost and spreading myself too thin, I've decided to concentrate on one work at a time so that you don't have to wait too long for releases. While waiting for the third part of the story to be published, those interested can find a sneak peek of part of the chapter plan on my Ko-Fi account. I have to polish a few minor details on the outline before I start writing and publishing the whole chapter. In the meantime, look at my m.list and try to find something you like. See you soon. -Yaya-

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Hope you add smut to "Fighter JK" soon .

And please dont give up on this amazing story keep posting next chapter i will keeep comminting on it if that will make u keep posting always, may i know when u will be posting? Or if u have a day in week or a day in month that u usually posting? So i can save it in my note , bcs i heard u dont have taglist so

I don't know when I will release the next chapter of Fighter, but I can assure you that I will not give up on it. There will certainly be more parts; I just don't know when I'll publish them because, after my break from writing, I wanted to focus on my stories one by one, starting with Moon's Sun. Due to the lack of demand, I hadn't decided to make a tag list, but I intend to do so. So don't worry; you'll be tagged when the next part is released.

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Moon's Sun │12│ Shape-shifter

Synopsis: While the BBs was on a mission, you were alone at home. With no choice but to entertain yourself, a relaxing evening was your best friend. However, your moment of peace was interrupted by a disturbing element.

Warning : none

Word count : 2.6k

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After days of intense renovation on your rooms, it was all set for a calming night with your roommate. But now, you find yourself spending it alone.

To avoid lingering on conflicting emotions of confusion, solitude, disappointment, and interest, you treated yourself to your favorite pizza while you watched Naruto Shippuden.

You recently started watching anime. When you were younger, you'd occasionally watch a few Yu-Gi-Oh or Dragon Ball episodes when nothing else was on.

However, it wasn't a regular occurrence. You've been interested in anime for the last two years. The fascination started when your university required you to travel to complete your degree.

Two of your friends were in a similar situation, living in the same country and not far apart, so you spent a lot of time together. Both were big anime fans, and they tried to convince you to join them in watching it. However, you never took them up on their offer.

The following year, you went on a trip to another country, and one of your friends came along. You ended up sharing a room, and she made you watch a few episodes with her.

You watched Jujutsu Kaisen as your first anime and have been watching it since. SNK was your second, and while waiting for the release of chapter two of part three of SNK season four, you chose to watch Naruto.

You were already at Naruto Shippuden.

Naruto himself fascinated you. Despite his hardships, including numerous losses and mistreatment from his community, Naruto remained true to himself. Rather than succumbing to feelings of isolation, anger, and a desire for revenge, he aimed to be a reliable figure for the villagers. He repeatedly offered to sacrifice himself for their sake. If you were in the same situation as him, you wouldn't have shared Naruto's perspective and would have left Konoha to join the Akatsuki.

The dissimilarity between a genuine hero and a wrongdoer is their strength of will. As time passed, tiredness took over as one occurrence followed another, and you were suddenly transported to the dream world by Morpheus.

An undesirable event occurred in a desolate city area with few residences.

A paranormal occurrence caused the ground to tremble and the stones, gravel, and sand to twitch before hovering in the air. The once faint wind grew more vigorous and more forceful. The rocks, small stones, and sand suspended in the air formed a round shape, generating a huge whirlwind.

A previously unseen, non-human being emerged from this opening. The emerged creature is 9'8 feet. Its dark gray skin had many burns, and some spots revealed long whip-like scars. Two large, uneven horns decorated his forehead while his bright red eyes examined it.

The demon had sharp teeth that could tear through flesh and a smile that sent shivers down the spine. His body was heavy and muscular, surpassing that of an ox, possibly weighing 660 to 880 pounds, no exaggeration.

He didn't appear to have much on him, only carrying a large sword on his back, and only the lower part of his body was covered.

It was a shapeshifter, a dangerous and vicious creature, not just due to its craving for blood, but also because of its ability to approach and attack its victims unexpectedly. His power lets him change his appearance as a human, animal, or plant.

He was also incredibly strong and smart.

The swirling vortex disappeared into the darkness when the creature landed on Earth. Examining the area, the beast saw holy waves just a few yards away. The blast collided with the sensors and penetrated the city's shield, destroying one of its security measures against evil.

Fuming, the creature lifted its arm and fired a blast of energy towards the divine power. Upon touching land, the monster let out a deep, unearthly roar that shook the ground and shattered the surrounding lamps.

The portal still worked. It produced other beings who looked like humans but were smaller than the shapeshifter. More and more disgusting creatures were coming to Earth. Suckers, Onyx, Spotters, Ompals, and others were among them.

These enemies are quickly recognizable.

Suckers are demons that steal their enemies' energy. They become lifeless, pale, and crumpled when they lose their energy.

Onyx is the name for ancient fallen angels. They are skilled fighters, well-versed in hand-to-hand combat. Despite their human-like appearance, they are easily identifiable by a cut on their left cheek, which signifies their loyalty to their master.

On the other hand, the Spotters do not have physical forms; they are specters made of black smoke. They're not very intimidating, but they excel at sniffing and have an incredible sense of smell that can detect the energy of the chosen one.

Ultimately, Ompals are carnivorous creatures. Their skin is as thick as that of a crocodile, and they have sharp teeth and hooked claws resembling those of a velociraptor. They also stand at a height of 6'5 feet. Their tough hide allows them to move swiftly and withstand heavy damage. They never give up in pursuit of their prey and often work together to achieve their goal. There may be potential in that.

"This world is whole of positivity and affection, but it sickens me. However, I can still draw on negative emotions like bitterness, terror, and hopelessness." The creature rallied its army and reiterated its objective. It was time to destroy the chosen one and create an era of disorder and domination for humanity. The age of hopelessness was on the cusp of starting.

"Now go, and only come back once you ascertain the whereabouts of the chosen one. It's long overdue to eliminate them permanently."

The night was dark and stormy. The wind blew through the trees, and heavy rain fell. Lightning flashed, and thunder boomed.

Three spotters moved through the city streets, avoiding detection by camouflaging themselves from the humans venturing out in this weather and watching for patrolling guardians.

They searched in the darkness for their target.

The rain persisted while the spotters stayed committed to finishing their task. Since they didn't find anything worthwhile in the city center, they opted to explore outside.

They spotted some residences farther up in the hills and decided to take their chances there. After searching for a few hours, one whispered, "I found them. They're right over there."

The three spotters moved carefully to the balcony of your house, thrilled to finally find the chosen one. They could see straight into the living room through the bay window.

"This is it," the spotter who saw the objective stated. "They're inside."

"Great. Inform the master that our mission is complete. Meanwhile, we'll observe them while you return."

Following his companion's instructions, the spotter vanished to search for his master. The situation became severe, and the master could finally eliminate the chosen one, bringing forth the demonic era.

Your slumber was interrupted by a loud noise. The sound of shattering glass broke the silence of the night and startled you.

Your heart was pounding very hard. At first, you thought the commotion was coming from the television. But as you nodded off, Netflix had stopped playing Naruto - episodes you had yet to catch up on - and the screen went black.

The TV didn't cause the crash.

Looking around, you finally noticed where the noise came from.

"Well, well, well. I didn't think the Chosen One would greet me so warmly."

The voice was so deep and ominous that it seemed to come from hell, even though you had never been there and never intended to go.

A feeling of dread came over you as you heard a sound. On your balcony stood a tall being with broad shoulders, over ten feet tall. The darkness made it difficult to see him, and the dark clouds, wind, and rain made the sky threatening.

The night made it difficult to see him, and the dark clouds, wind, and rain made the atmosphere threatening. Suddenly, lightning flashed. It was very bright and illuminated the whole city. And that helped you clearly see the person standing on your balcony.

Thunder followed and covered your shocked sound. It was not a human being but a monster from hell. Although you accidentally said it, your assumption was close to the truth.

You felt the danger, and you were paralyzed and helpless. Your heart raced, and your breathing accelerated. You sweated and felt a rush of heat as you felt nauseous and shaky.

"Is this really mankind's best hope?" The creature entered your apartment without being invited, and its deep, mocking laugh sent shivers down your spine.

Even though it was your first encounter with this thing, you felt you had heard his laugh before. But where and how? It couldn't be. You would have remembered crossing paths with it before. Besides, you weren't even aware that such creatures existed. No one else seems to have crossed paths with them, either.

In the 21st century, where everything is easily accessible online, you are unfamiliar with their existence.

Some people would deny its existence, and even if they would be spotted and captured on video some people would affirm it was edited or from a horror movie. Only a few fans of fiction and the occult would try to prove its authenticity, but they pretty much risked looking foolish.

You had a gut feeling that his arrival was a bad omen.

You jumped off the couch and quickly stepped back to increase the distance between you and the unwelcome guest. Afraid of being attacked unexpectedly, you hurried toward the kitchen without turning your back to them, fearful of being attacked.

Even though you might have accidentally backed yourself into a corner, at least there was a chance that you could find something to use for defense. It probably wouldn't work, but you refused to give up without a fight.

"You're a weak human who doesn't know how to use her powers."

From the living room, you could hear the monster growling, getting closer and closer as it chased after you, intending to destroy you.

"Beating you will be easy." Why had the monster mentioned "your power"? You were just a frail human with no superpowers. But what kind of power was he talking about?

It's not physical since you can barely lift a 20-kilogram suitcase a few millimeters off the ground.

Suddenly, Onyxes appeared from behind the huge, balanced monster.

"I'm going to take a bite out of you." He grins like an animal and orders his henchmen to capture you.

All the attackers rush at you. You quickly grab a frying pan. When you think it's over, you miraculously defeat your enemies, even though they keep falling on you.

You fought fiercely like a lioness, determined not to give up until you made them weak. You struck forcefully, hitting one enemy on the head with a frying pan and another on the temple.

Blow after blow, your enemies tried to take you down. But your stamina was not decisive because you had not cultivated it for a long time. Now, it's beginning to show. Your strikes weakened, and your skills deteriorated, risking your life.

You had to find a solution quickly, but it was impossible to think of a strategy in the kitchen without a moment's rest. You didn't have Shikamaru's quick thinking, you couldn't devise an ingenious plan immediately. So you had to do as Naruto and improvise, forging ahead, hoping it would work.

You miraculously dodged the oncoming obstacles and made it safely to your room. You locked the door and barricaded it with furniture to buy time and find a solution against your enemy.

The only way you found and could work was to jump out the window, even though you risked an injury. You thought it was better than being killed by a monster.

Unfortunately, nothing happened as you expected. Some onyx heads appeared through the window before the glass shattered into a million pieces. They invaded your room, and now you're trapped in your home, a place where you should be safest. How ironic.

You retreat to a corner of your room to put as much distance between you and them as possible. Soon, you find yourself at a dead end. There's a deafening crash as the furniture you'd placed against the door moves across the room and lands heavily on the floor. The door suddenly opens, and more enemies, including the giant demon, enter your room again uninvited.

"That's it. You're pissing me off," he growls, and you realize this is finally the end of you. Clenching your fists at your sides, trying to stay calm. Your heartbeat accelerates, and your muscles tighten.

This was no time to be afraid. Dying here was not an option. Though you did not understand the muscle-bound demon's comment about your power, you were determined to prove him wrong.

"It's no use trying to escape, tiny human. You're like a rat. You cannot escape your fate." Suddenly, you felt a surge of emotion. It wasn't anger, but rather frustration, surprise, and confusion.

Your blood boiling wasn't just a metaphor. Something inexplicable was happening inside of you. You felt a strange energy coursing through your veins, giving you the hope and courage to face the situation.

"What the ?" they said, expressing both panic and surprise. The shapeshifter's eyes were fixed on your clenched fists.

His display of weakness before you made you smile. You didn't understand what was happening, the only thing you were sure of, was that the table had finally turned.

You hadn't acted yet, but he was already panicking.

"That's it. Take her." The shapeshifter commands, and his minions quickly attack you.

Suddenly, a loud scream pierced the air, and a bright light filled the room. It was strange, for though you had no idea the exact time, the darkness outside indicated that it was late evening or early morning instead.

The sudden bright light was strange to you but familiar to the others in the room. They recognized it immediately. When you raised your hands and saw that it weakened your enemies, you made it your strength and used it defensively against them.

You didn't have time to fully comprehend the situation. You had to defeat the enemy first and then try to understand what had happened.

Many demons ran away when you raised your hands, while others were burned by flames and disappeared. The shapeshifter warned, "You will pay for this," before disappearing into the darkness.

The light from your hands gradually faded, returning everything to normal. Silence and calm reigned once more. It might have seemed like a horrible dream if you hadn't seen your smashed furniture and open bedroom door, with other items scattered only a few feet away.

The draft from the French window in the living room and the broken window in your room swirled ashes around, leaving a grayish stain on the floor. It reminded you of when the demons were vanquished in the Charmed series.

After the attackers were gone, your body crashed. Your adrenaline rush subsides, and fatigue sets in. But before you could lose consciousness, you'd hear another noise.

The front door had just been forced open, and more people entered your home. You just prayed that it wasn't another group of attackers because you didn't have the strength to fight again.

You collapse to the floor, exhausted. Just before you pass out, someone says, "I found her. This way."

Then, it was the blackout.

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Fighter │ Two

Synopsis: A few days later, after your unfortunate encounter in the alley, you had finally decided not to live in fear but to equip yourself with items that would help you defend yourself if necessary. You had finally settled into your apartment and were finally able to focus on your job interviews and internship applications. But some unfortunate news disrupted your plans for the evening, making you want to move on and get your mind off things. As you head to the nearest bar, you realize it's not just a bar, but a place where underground fights occur. Just as you're about to leave, you make an unexpected discovery about your unknown savior.

Warning: alcohol, fights.

Word count: 4.7 k 

Chapter’s song: Graveyard - NEFFEX

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Several days had passed since your misadventure in the alley. Since that night, you had ensured you had your back when leaving your house. To increase your safety, you had even invested in a defensive keychain. It consisted of a 5 million volt stun gun, pepper spray, and a kubotan (a self-defense weapon). There was also a self-defense pocket alarm. When you pressed the button, a shrill sound would be heard. First, it would scare off the attackers, and second, it would alert those nearby to your condition, maximizing your chances of escaping. 

You didn't want this to affect your life. Sure, it was very complicated, and you still felt their hands on your body for several days. But you also felt lucky. A lot of people are not as fortunate as you. They don't necessarily come out unscathed, sometimes even worse: dead. 

So you didn't want to shut yourself off. You hoped to live for all those who didn't have that chance anymore. 

Unfortunately, you had other things to think about. For example, your last year of school. For this last year, you had to intern in a company and then write a thesis about it to finally get your degree. You started sending your application to several companies a few weeks ago, but none seemed to want to respond. There are only three months left before the mandatory internship start date, and you still need something.

You have applied to all kinds of companies. Fashion companies, food companies, furniture companies, event companies, and the list goes on. But you didn't lose hope. You continued sending your applications to three or four companies daily, hoping for a positive response from at least one.

It was Friday night, and you had just left the building where your last class of the day had been held. You were exhausted. You got into your new car, which you had finally bought three days ago after so many years of saving, and drove to the supermarket to shop for the week. You took the opportunity to pick up a few snacks before making a detour to the mall to make everyday purchases such as new clothes, cosmetics, and decorations for your apartment.

Back home, you put away your groceries and loaded the washing machine with your new clothes and the ones you had used during the week. The decorations you bought quickly found a place in the apartment. Tonight, you wanted to relax. And for that, a nice warm bath was welcome. 

Now you found yourself on your couch, the computer on your lap, while the movie Fullmetal Alchemist was playing. While you "watched" the film - or listened to it without paying attention - you wrote applications for a new internship. You didn't have a favorite company. All that mattered was that you found an internship to end your student life once and for all.

So far, you have contacted about fifty companies, but they have yet to respond. But just as you clicked the "Send" button in your mailbox, you heard a "ping" sound on your computer. In the primary mailbox, you realize that a company is finally contacting you. It was about time! 

Holy shit! 

They offered you an online meeting for tonight. Without further ado, you replied as soon as you finished reading the entire email content. As soon as you sent it, you jumped off the couch and ran full speed into your room. You almost fell twice before you reached your destination. You only had about thirty minutes before your appointment. You opened your closet and pulled out a thin, strapless black dress with a white blazer that you would wear over it. You certainly weren't going to stand up during the interview, but that didn't stop you from at least looking presentable. 

Once you were dressed, your hair done, and your makeup lightly applied, you had prepared the area where you would hold the online meeting - the kitchen counter. In addition, it was a good day. You had an electrical outlet not far away and would use it to charge your computer. When you were ready, about five minutes before the meeting, you logged in using the link that was sent to you by email. 

When you logged in, the screen went black, but it didn't take long for the image of a man to appear on your screen. The meeting had started well, perhaps too well. His proposals were attractive but outside your area of expertise. He had the people to do the job.

You didn't really understand what he was saying. It could have been perfect for you if they had enough people in sales and negotiation. It would mean they would have more time and more people to "train" you. But he believes they would have offered you a job in the company since you were graduating this year. So you could be taken and trained in a department they needed the most.

In a way, he was right. And with your course, you could have quickly gone into marketing. But that wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to be in something other than marketing. You wanted to be in sales and negotiations. You tried to move, travel, and take risks, not sit behind a screen, creating and analyzing a market and targets. 

So, you thanked him for taking the time to interview you before ending the meeting. 

At that moment, you were frustrated. You have been applying to companies for months and have yet to have positive feedback. The only company that responded to you wanted to deviate from your original plan. You were frustrated and beyond tired. For tonight, you had had enough. It was time to move on. You needed to clear your head. So you shut down your computer with a sharp snap before you put on your shoes, grabbed your car and house keys, and left your apartment. 

As you got into your car, you placed your phone in the magnetic holder on the dashboard of your vehicle. You were looking for a bar, a nightclub, or something. You had changed your plans. You didn't want a quiet night anymore. You wanted to dance and clear your head. 

You remembered seeing a bar the night you went shopping. It was close to your house. "What was the name again?" You tried to find a clue in your memories. You knew it was a compound name. It was the "Den" of something. Not wanting to torture yourself any longer, you opened the Google Maps application and typed in the first part of the bar's name.

"Bingo." The Devil's Den was the name of the bar. You selected the bar's name on your phone's GPS, and when the route appeared on the screen, you put the key in the ignition and drove to the bar. 

It wasn't exactly what you expected to find when you entered the so-called "bar." There seemed to be more men than women. There were a few, but all were accompanied by men.

A ring was in the middle of the room, which was unusual for a bar. Even stranger was the fact that there were bars surrounding the boxing ring. It was more like a cage, just like in the X-Men movie when Rogue meets Wolverine for the first time. 

The room was built on two levels - or rather balconies - where it was already crowded. Some people were laughing, some were talking, and some were drinking while holding signs with names on them. The room's walls were dark gray, which could be mistaken for black. There were bright LED boards that were turned off for the moment. The ring was on the lower level - the one they were in - and a little further down was the bar. Some people had already found a place near the ring. 

You had made your way through the crowd, still at the bar, hoping to get a drink. "What can I get you, honey?" A young man, no doubt the same age as you, had asked as soon as he saw you. "A Jägerbomb, please." 

"Right away." And he had gone to work making your drink. You took the opportunity to look around a bit more. There were people from all walks of life. From the rich - who were in the more reserved parts of the room - to the poorest there could be. But one thing connected them: a taste for danger, illegal, and money. 

You were no fool. Even though you had never been in one of these places, you knew now that this was not a bar, let alone an ordinary club. The ring in the middle of the room gave it away. You knew what kind of place this was, but were you ready for it? To be honest, you had no idea.

Why not stay and find out once and for all?

It's like you have nothing better to do. Besides, even if it wasn't a remarkable feat you could brag about later, it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Usually, you would never think of going to a place like this, but now that you were there, you had nothing to lose. 

Once you had your drink and the lights dimmed, the people hanging around the bar, talking and betting, moved closer to the fighting area, giving you more space. 

"So, beautiful, which of the two thugs is your champion?" At first, you didn't notice that you were no longer alone. One of the bartenders had taken advantage of the crowd's dispersal to clean the bar and collect the dirty glasses to run the dishwasher. "Excuse me?" With a wet, cleaned glass and a clean cloth, the bartender in question dried the beer glass before putting it back in its place when it was dry. 

"I asked which of the two fighters was your champion?" You had answered him with a shake of your head. "I don't - I don't have one." The bartender had taken a second wet glass and was drying it as he continued your interaction. He had let out a small laugh. 

"This is your first time, isn't it?" If he meant the first in a place of that sort, then yes. 

"What makes you say that?" Curious about what might have given you away, you still need to answer his question formally. 

"Simple. It wasn't the first time; you probably would have mentioned your champion's name before you started talking about him while telling me about your imaginary life together. That's pretty much what all the girls here do."

"Well, proof that I'm not like all those girls." He had smiled again. 

"For now." 

He sounded sure of himself. You didn't see why you would do that, knowing that you didn't know anyone and had no plans to set foot in that place again. 

"Believe me, you're not the first, let alone the last, chick to step foot in here and say that. Once you've tasted the effect of Bullet Fists, you won't want to miss any of his fights." 

"Bullet Fists? What's that?" 

"Not what. Rather who?" 

The bartender had told you. He looked like he was about to tell you more, but the sound of someone speaking into the microphone cut him off. 

Your eyes landed on the person standing in the middle of the ring as the crowd began to cheer. 

"I'll let you find out for yourself instead." 

The bartender had placed his broad hand on your shoulder before leaning in to make sure you heard him over the din before resuming his work and leaving you alone. 

Facing the ring, your back to the counter as you sat on the bar stool, you took in the scene as you sipped your drink. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to see so many of you here tonight. We have put together some crazy fights for you tonight. Now that you've placed your bets, it's too late to turn back. You just have to hope that your champions are at their best and that they win their fights." 

You listened to the speech of the old man standing in the ring. He was old - in his sixties at most. He wore a black suit and held a polished black stick in his other hand. Listening was a big word. You ignored what he was saying. All you could hear was money... bet... blood... fight... In short, gibberish. 

Fights took place in what they called the cage. Men, each as confident as the next, would fight until the one across from them fell to the ground, teeth and brain cells missing.

You were on your fourth glass of Jägerbomb when you decided it was time to go home. 

Fights like this, with no rules or restraints, were overrated. You didn't find it treacherous. It didn't do much for you. It didn't make you hot or cold when you saw one of them fall unconscious or get hit. It didn't matter to you who won. 

You paid for your drinks and were about to get up from your seat when the same bartender from earlier approached you again. 

"Are you sure you want to leave now? Things are about to get interesting."

He had asked you as he handed you back your bank card.

"If it's going to be the same as before, thank you, but I'm sure I want to go home." He shook his head. 

"That's a shame. The ones you've seen are nothing more than amateurs looking for adrenaline. Whereas those who are for coming are real fighters."

You needed to be more convinced. You had decided to return anyway. 

Gathering your things, you were about to leave when you heard the host's voice announcing the next fight. As he told the first fighter, some people in the crowd started to cheer. 

Music blared from the speakers as the so-called fighter made his entrance. Some people were cheering. Others - probably fans of the other fighter - booed him. He was tall, about 5'10". Muscular, but not overly so. He wore boxing shorts and white and black gloves. He was blond, but his color looked like it had been missed.

After the blond boy joined the host in the ring, the host announced the name of the second boxer. 

"Here comes the one you've all been waiting for. He is tall, handsome, muscular, and young. Please, ladies and gentlemen, warmly welcome our golden boy. Mr. Bullet Fists." 

By this time, the crowd had gone wild. Shouting, cheering, and whistling came from all sides. 

It was obvious this man was a hit. Sliding doors opened, and a man stood in the middle. You couldn't see his face. Only his silhouette, accentuated by a bright spotlight behind him, highlighted his figure. Smoke rose from the floor, adding to the mystery surrounding the unknown man. 

Music accompanied him as he walked towards the cage, cheered by his fans and groupies. The song was instantly recognizable. It was Graveyard by NEFFEX. You loved that song. 

You don't wanna fuck with me

Don't wanna test your luck with me

'Cause if you try to fuck with me

I'll take all your body parts

To a fucking graveyard, six

Feet Underground

Because of the contrast in the light, you couldn't see him very well, just his silhouette. But the man had charisma. A lot of appeals. His posture, the way he walked towards the cage with a sure step. He had an aura of power and strength. 

In fact, you weren't the only one who felt it. It was almost as if he was confident of victory. As if his opponent was a pesky mosquito that he would swat away in no time. 

On the other hand, his opponent looked irritated by his rival's confidence. He was irritated and wanted to wipe the smile off this Bullet Fist's face guy.

Just wanna rule the world

Call me mister, steal your girl

Bullet Fists had just entered the cage as those words echoed through the loudspeakers. He walked around the ring, pointing in different directions, and without further ado, female screams filled the air. What a charmer.

I'm confident, not lazy

And I'm dominating lately

She wants me like some pastries

I'm give it to these ladies

Like I'm Hefner in my eighties

'Till I'm pushing up daisies

Once again, he addressed the ladies. On the screen above the ring, the camera showed a close-up of his face, which he revealed after removing the hood of his black and red silk boxing gown. 

He flirted with all these women with a wink, followed by a grin, before licking his lips with his pink tongue. 

Looking closer at the screen, you had a flashback to that night in the alley a few days ago. You hadn't seen your savior's face, but you were sure that this man, Bullet Fists, was your mysterious savior. 

You had a strong intuition, and if there was one thing life had taught you over the years, it was to never doubt your instincts.

You had finally found him. 

Since he had brought you home, you had never seen each other again. And you thought it would be like that forever. Something had awakened in you to finally see him again after so long. You were finally going to know the identity of your savior, and if you were lucky, you might even get a chance to thank him for saving you from those men that night. 

After all, you were going to stay. You had nothing better to do at home. And whether you have left now or after the fight with the stranger, you must call a taxi. You didn't want to risk getting behind the wheel and having an accident with all those drinks. You wanted to live a few more years.

You won't put me on a shelf

Every punch that I throw

I could send your ass to hell

Better run bitch now

Bullet Fists had chosen his entrance song well. The music itself was an extension of his words. The message was simple and straightforward. Bullet Fists made a promise to his opponent. He would win no matter what, and his opponent would be sent to the mat.

Returning to your original seat, you ordered another glass of Jagerbomb, a mixture of energy drink - in this case, a monster - mixed with Jägermeister, German alcohol made from 56 medicinal plants whose identity is kept secret to this day, with an alcohol content of 35°. 

The host had barely had time to announce the start of the fight before the two men had thrown themselves at each other in a fury. 

Each of them was determined to be the winner. Unlike the other fighters, their fight had nothing to do with money. There was more than that between the two men. 

Both of them looked like wolves thirsting for power and revenge. Both were swinging their fists toward the other, intending to knock the other out. 

Through their fight, they showed their dominance. Unlike his opponent, Bullet Fists seemed to be in top form, with no trace of fatigue on his face. 

His body was glistening with sweat, offering a vision forbidden to miners. At that moment, the notion of his gaze, fixed in yours, appeared in your memory. His dark brown eyes, piercing and deep, had sent shivers down your spine. 

Once again, the camera captured his face as he stepped back, having struck his opponent in the jaw, knocking him down and giving him time to get up. 

There was anger in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek. Your mysterious savior looked down at his opponent, a mocking smile on his lips. To provoke him, Bullet Fists waved his hand to approach him again. His lips moved, but the man on the ground could only hear what he said.

The words of the one who became your champion affected the man on the ground. Bazooka. You finally remembered his stage name. Tonight's fight was Bullet Fists - your mysterious savior - vs. Bazooka. 

What a stupid name. 

In a rage, Bazooka had stood up, and for the first time that night, he had managed to land a blow to Bullet Fists' face.

"Ouch, that must have hurt."

Unable to help yourself, you winced. You had flinched at the same time your master had received the blow. As a result, you almost spilled the contents of your drink on yourself. 

"I see you finally chose your side." A male voice said next to you. "Glad you didn't go home." 

The same guy from earlier had approached, a drink in his hand. He was probably taking a break while the customers were mesmerized by the show the two men were putting on. 

"Curiosity was stronger than reason." You had answered him. 

"Curiosity killed the cat." He had thrown you back. 

"So what do you say?" You sipped your drink before answering him. 

"I say Bullet Fists is not bad."

"Not bad?" He seemed falsely offended. "The guy's a god on earth." They would not have gone so far as to say that Bullet Fists was a god, but he was good. Only a blind person could not see that. 

"Right now, he's just playing. He's capable of so much more. He'd take a bite out of Bazooka if he wanted to."

"Then why doesn't he?" You had asked him. 

"For the show. Honestly, beautiful, look around." And so you do. You scan the room but see nothing special. 

"All these people you see here either have a criminal record or are violent. What they want is a show, blood, and fighting." He explained. 

"Women want to see strong, muscular, attractive men showing off their sweating bodies. They are adrenaline junkies, and seeing men display their ferocity in the ring excites them. It's sad, but these women are not very accessible." 

"Okay. This is kinda of a turn-on. Does that make me a bad woman too?" You had asked him, wanting to know what kind of judgment he had about you. 

"No, it doesn't. Your case is different. I understood earlier this evening that you came to the Den by pure chance or misfortune. You thought the Devil's Den was an ordinary bar and didn't know what was happening." He was right. 

The cheers of the crowd had drawn your attention back to the ring. Bullet Fists had regained the upper hand over his opponent - though he had never lost it. But this time, he seemed determined to end this little game of cat and mouse. 

A few well-placed punches were enough to knock his opponent out once and for all. 

The crowd went wild. Most were happy to see their champion win the fight once again. As expected, some sore losers could not accept the defeat of their champion, especially the fact that they lost their money. Insults and boos came from all sides as Bullet Fists was officially declared the winner.

Bullet Fists stood proudly in the ring. He absorbed all the cheers from his fans and the boos from the losers. As if it satisfied him. 

At the end of the fight, the fighters returned to the backstage area, the lights came back on, and the crowd slowly dispersed. They were still at the bar. Minjun, the bartender, kept you company; honestly, you still didn't want to go home. Strangely enough, you felt comfortable here, or Minjun was good company. 

"Same as always, Jun." A deep tenor voice could be heard. Looking in the direction of the person, you had seen your champion, your mysterious savior, sitting on a stool next to yours.

Minjun had risen from his seat to stand behind the bar and prepare the drink of Bullet Fists. 

"Same here." You had said to Minjun while you lifted your glass from the bar. Feeling a heavy gaze, you turned toward the man who had joined you. He had a raised eyebrow. Not wanting him to think that you were trying to get his attention, you had raised your hands in the air as a gesture of peace. 

"Don't worry, I'll pay for my own drink." The man's gaze was still on you, making you uncomfortable. But you couldn't suppress your curiosity; you had to know what was happening in his head. 

"I don't think so, miss. This is your seventh drink; this isn't juice you're drinking."

"Oh, come on. Jun," you had used the same nickname the other man had used to address the bartender. "One more drink, one less drink, won't make much difference."

"Fine." He had said simply. He had placed a drink in front of Bullet Fists before placing another in front of you. In your state, you couldn't distinguish between what looked like alcohol and what didn't. 

"By the way, Jungkook, that was a hell of a fight tonight."

Jungkook. So that was his name. It was a nice name. It suited him well. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Your exclamation surprised the two men. "Apple juice. Seriously, Minjun? How old am I? Five?" The latter had done nothing but laugh at you.

"I'm warning you, I'm not paying for this shit. That's not what I ordered." You had made that clear. 

"I said no more booze for you, missy." You'd clucked your tongue to show him your displeasure. 

"Thank you, but I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone." 

Now, it was Jungkook's turn to laugh. When he saw you, he knew that he had seen you somewhere when he was sitting on his stool. He remembered that you were the young woman he had helped last week.

"Excuse me, but do you have anything to add?" This time, it had been his turn to raise his hands in a sign of peace. 

"Calm down, tigress. I'm not your enemy." This was the second time Jungkook had opened his mouth, and he was already irritating you. How could someone as beautiful as him be so irritating? It was borderline frustrating.

You got up from your chair to fight back, but it seemed your body wasn't ready for you to take the initiative. Your legs had given out before you could react and grab something. No wonder Minjun had said that you were on your seventh glass of Jägerbomb, and the alcohol was clouding your thoughts and motor skills.

Jungkook's reflexes, on the other hand, seemed sharper than anyone else's. He had you in his grip. He had you trapped in his embrace before you even had time to react to what was happening. 

"I think it's time for you to go home, YN," Minjun said. 

"But I don't want to go home. I'm fine here." You sulked and pulled your body away from Jungkook, who had tightened his grip around your waist when you almost fell over again. 

"Shoo. I don't want to see you again tonight. Go home and rest. You can always come back another day, little one." Little one? Who did he think he was? He looked like he was not much older than you. 

"How did you get here?" Jungkook had asked you. 

"By car." You had answered after thinking for a few moments, forgetting how you had ended up at this place. 

"Don't worry, Jun. Finish what you have to do. I'll take care of her." He spoke of you as if you weren't even there. He grabbed your things and took you in his arms like a bride before saying goodbye to his friend, who was still behind the bar. 

You tried to protest, telling Jungkook that you weren't drunk and could walk without needing his or anyone else's help. This really pissed Jungkook off. Minjun, on the other hand, had said goodbye to you and laughed about your situation. 

For Jungkook, the evening had taken a turn he had not expected. He had planned to have a quiet drink before going home and taking care of his wounds before spending a good night. Now, he found himself babysitting someone he didn't know. 

All he knew about you was that you were new to the neighborhood, that your name was YN, and that you were good at getting yourself into trouble. 

"What the hell did you get yourself into, Jungkook?" He said while you were passed out in his arms.

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Chapter’s synopsis : Just when everything seemed to be on track for a dream vacation, things got complicated on your end. After coming so close to disaster, sanity seemed to catch up and take you by surprise, complicating things. It was time to regain control of your life before things got out of hand, and you and Jungkook burned your wings, trying to fly too close to the sun.

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It had been a few months since your parents made their relationship official and sealed their union forever with their wedding.

While they were away, you and Jungkook got to know each other better, not just physically. While your respective parents were away on their honeymoon in the Dominican Republic, you and Jungkook acted like an average couple.

Your relationship hasn't been formally formalized. You could say you've decided to behave like an ordinary couple, knowing it will never materialize.

You lived as if nothing was stopping you from living together. Between your wild sex sessions in practically every part of the house and romantic outings, you lived lightly. You enjoyed life as it came.

It's true that after a few weeks of freedom, your parents' return was a cold shower.

It was sometimes difficult for you and Jungkook to keep your distance and pretend that your relationship was nothing more than friendly, even brotherly.

While your parents returned to their respective work routines, you and Jungkook took advantage of your time alone to vent your frustrations.

Picnics inside the house, between two hot moments, you used this time to get together, taking full advantage of each other, knowing that in a few hours, you wouldn't have this opportunity anymore.

It frustrated you enormously that you couldn't live your relationship with Jungkook openly with your parents around, knowing full well that there was a strong possibility that they wouldn't accept your relationship because of your new family situation.

Worst of all, you also had to keep your distance when you went out because the paparazzi were close too.

Most of your outings and romantic dates with Jungkook were meticulously calculated and planned in advance. They were never spontaneous because you knew the risks involved.

You were afraid. Afraid that you'd never be able to fully experience your relationship. Most of all, you were fearful that all this holding back would cause one of you to feel exhausted while the other was still experiencing what you were feeling. That would be heartbreaking and not beneficial to either of you. You didn't want to hurt Jungkook; he felt the same way.

Jungkook could never forgive himself if he ever hurt you, not physically, but emotionally. Which is worse.

For now, you didn't want to think about what the future had in store for you, wanting to enjoy the present moment as much as possible. Christmas was fast approaching. On the rare occasion of a family dinner - just you, the parents, and Jungkook - Jeonseok had announced to you and Jungkook that he and your mother were thinking of spending the end of the year abroad.

That night, you also learned that Jeonseok owned a chalet in the French mountains.

So he said he and your mother would go there for the holidays and hoped that you and Jungkook would join them for a "family trip." Jeonseok and your mother said, "It would be an ideal opportunity to bond as a new family."

Although you all lived under the same roof, your personal schedules didn't allow you that luxury. Jeonseok and your mother were always on the road for their respective jobs, one day at home, the next in a foreign country. Not to mention the fact that you and Jungkook were back in school. He was studying art while you were studying international business, and on top of that, you were on different campuses and hardly ever saw each other.

You and Jungkook accepted their proposal without hesitation. Besides, it would be good for you to get a change of scenery and air. Although snow and skiing weren't your thing, you still wanted to enjoy the postcard panorama.

It's not every day you get to spend the holidays in the company of your loved ones and in a country as charming as France.

In the evening, after dinner and when you were sure that your parents were fast asleep, Jungkook joined you in your room, and you had spent a good part of the night virtually visiting the place where you would spend the last days of the current year.

Jungkook had explained to you the habits he had each time he went to these mountains and shared his memories, both good and bad, and you listened attentively before he asked you what you were doing during this time.

"I didn't often get to spend Christmas or New Year's with my mother because of her work. So I spent them with my friends back in Daegu." You explained.

"We used to travel. But nothing very extravagant. We'd just take a car without a destination and go wherever the wind took us."

Jungkook was ecstatic. He was where he belonged, with you comfortably curled up in his muscular arms.

On the other hand, he loved to see the sparkle in your eyes as you shared your experiences and memories with him.

He was sad to know that, like him, you didn't have the opportunity to share the special celebrations with your mother, but on the other hand, he was happy and relieved to know that, like him, you had people to count on and share the special moments with.

That night, you were so comfortable in each other's company that you didn't even realize when you had fallen asleep. So you dozed off in each other's arms, and as luck would have it, your parents didn't catch you together.

You spent the next few days planning the trip with your parents - whenever possible - before packing your bags.

The moment everyone had been waiting for had finally arrived, and you were finally on the plane to France.

After hours of flying, you finally arrived in France. The plane would land at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris before you set off in cars rented for the occasion.

Courchevel is a ski resort located in the Tarentaise Valley in the commune of Courchevel in the Savoie department in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes region of France.

It is ranked first in the top ten ski resorts in France. You can well imagine the kind of crowds this place attracts.

You don't like winter: it's cold and wet, and you always get sick. A hundred layers of clothes were needed to stay warm despite still getting cold. In short, you don't like winter.

The scenery It's magical and enchanting, but that's all. Every time it snows, you feel like you've gone through a wardrobe and found yourself in Narnia.

You much prefer summer. The weather is nice, people are happy and less stressed, you dress lightly, the days are longer, and you do better things.

You rented cars and went to the ski resort when you landed at Paris-Charles de Gaule airport. It was only Jungkook and you in the car. The parents took another vehicle.

Hours later, you finally arrived at your destination. There was a lot of traffic on the roads, and you even lost your parents.

Jungkook, being stubborn, wanted to avoid listening to the GPS and took a different route. When you asked what he was doing, he said he had studied the roads before you left and found small roads to avoid traffic jams, except that instead of saving time, as should have been the case, you only lost time because the number of times you got lost exceeded two-three.

Ultimately, you drove in circles for a long time to get back on the highway and got stuck in traffic.

You have no choice but to take breaks, whether to go to the bathroom, eat, or stretch your legs. Ultimately, you've spent ten instead of seven hours on the road. After a whole day in the car, arriving at your destination, all you wanted to do was jump in the shower, eat, and go to bed.

You wouldn't believe it, but traveling on the road is tiring. It was more tiring for Jungkook than for you. You wanted to roll over whoever drove at least every two hours, but Jungkook firmly refused.

As if that wasn't enough, when you arrived at your destination, the place was so crowded with cars that you had trouble finding a place to park the car.

No spot was left in the hotel's parking lot, so you had to park the car on the street.

It had been three hours since your parents had arrived, and your mother had called to ask how you were doing. When you told her that you'd taken the wrong road for the umpteenth time, she and Jeonseok laughed.

Half an hour before your arrival, your mother had sent you a message saying that she and her husband had gone skiing and that you'd just have to join them when you arrived.

Luggage in hand, you went to the front desk to check in or at least make your presence known. Although Jeonseok owned a chalet, it was essential for the owners and their guests to check in so they could control who came and went.

"Good evening," Jungkook said in French.

The receptionist was behind her desk, eyes glued to her computer screen. She didn't seem to pay any attention to you. There was a hint of annoyance on her face, but as soon as she took the trouble to look at you and her eyes landed on Jungkook, her features changed.

You could see that she was giving Jungkook a head-to-toe makeover, bordering on lip-licking. From that moment on, you knew what was going to happen. And just the thought of it made your blood boil.

She had never spoken to or even glanced at you during their exchange. It was like you didn't exist.

Jungkook didn't do it intentionally; it was innate in him but hurt you a little. He leaned over the reception balcony to talk to the young receptionist.

During your many exchanges with Jungkook, you'd noticed that he was usually attracted to women a little older than himself. Based on your assumptions, she looked a little older than the two of you, between her late twenties and early thirties.

You didn't want to show it, but you couldn't hide the jealousy starting to creep up on you.

Especially since she was open to Jungkook's charm and vice versa. As for Jungkook, he no longer paid any attention to the receptionist. She was pretty, tall, brunette, slim and friendly. But nothing more. Especially since he knew of your presence by his side and nothing else interested him.

You had flowed into his life like the water of a magnificent waterfall, with the sun's rays caressing the surface and creating a beautiful and calming rainbow.

That's how he would describe you if anyone ever asked how he saw you. You had brought not only joy but color to his life.

Not that his life was dark, but as an artist, it was natural for him to find beauty and poetry in everything that surrounded him and affected his life.

Jungkook was very handsome. He was sexy with his thick accent as he spoke to the receptionist in French. You were well aware of that. And it frustrated you that another woman was also witnessing that.

"We're here for the Jeon family cottage," Jungkook said.

"Your name, please." The receptionist gave him her best smile and batted her eyelashes, hoping to get more of Jungkook's attention. "Jeon Jungkook." He says simply.

I stepped back a little to give him more space; after all, he was the one who did the check-in.

"Ah, Mr. Jeon, welcome to our station. Your parents arrived a little early and warned me of your arrival. They took another chalet from you and your…"

Only then did the receptionist deign to look at you. On the other hand, the look she gave you made you angry. It was pure judgment and contempt. How could someone look at another person like that? Especially when the person in question had never done anything to her?

It was a question you'd ask yourself and have yet to get an answer to. But this time, you had a slight idea why.

It showed like a nose in the middle of a face. Of course, she was interested in Jungkook. But unfortunately for her, she wouldn't have the chance to be in your shoes because you were holding on tight and wouldn't let go.

"… girlfriend."

"Little sister." Jungkook rushed to correct her. Once again, with Jungkook's correction, the woman seemed to relax and become more friendly towards you.

A smile even appeared on her lips as she looked at you. As a woman, you knew when a smile was genuine or not. The smile she gave you was neither gracious nor benevolent but somewhat relieved.

It was as if, now that she knew you were Jungkook's "sister," she told herself she'd finally had a chance with him.

You, on the other hand, had smiled at her. It wasn't a sincere smile but a fake, tense one.

You told yourself that if she could fool Jungkook, she couldn't fool you. You were a woman, too, predatory in your own way. More subtle but still predatory.

In a way, you were selfish and possessive. Granted, Jungkook wasn't yours, and you haven't put a label on your relationship. But for the moment, given the more than fraternal relationship you both had, you told yourself that Jungkook was yours and yours alone.

"Have a nice stay with us. And if you need anything, just ask for Coralie, and I will gladly help you". She handed the key to Jungkook, who thanked her with a big smile.

He picks up his luggage and some of yours and heads for the exit. With Jungkook's back to you, you took the opportunity to get closer to her.

You had yet to tell Jungkook, but you could also speak French, probably even better than him.

You've always been interested in learning languages and cultures other than yours. You studied English, Spanish, and Portuguese throughout your school career, not forgetting French.

You looked over your shoulder again to see where Jungkook was. When you noticed he was no longer at the reception area, probably waiting for you outside, you took the opportunity to talk to the receptionist.

"I may be the little sister, but he already has a girlfriend." That was the jealousy speaking. You are the type of person to be jealous and quite possessive without being extreme.

"She won't be too happy to hear that another woman tried to get her hands on her fiancé." With that, you walked over to Jungkook without giving the receptionist time to retaliate. But judging by the look on her face, you'd hit the nail on the head. It was wrong, but you were proud of your shot. Many people think you're naive because you're kind and gentle and avoid conflict as much as possible. To many, kindness is synonymous with weakness and naivety. But this is far from the case. You can be sweet and kind and still be a nasty bitch when you want.

Yelling and making scenes are pointless. It's just a waste of energy, saliva and oxygen.

Your maternal grandmother used to say: "There are two kinds of dogs in the world: those that bark, but when faced with conflict, run away with their tails between their legs. And those who are quiet but bite without restraint or remorse as soon as they're challenged."

Humans were the same way.

The chalet that Jungkook's father had chosen was on the top of a hill, and according to the photo on the brochure that the receptionist gave you, you'd have access to a view of the whole village.

If you picked up the car where you'd parked it, you had to drive two kilometers before reaching the chalet.

It was vast and wonderful. Although its wooden structure had to withstand the different seasons, it was completely intact.

The light coming from the chalet was dazzling. The magnificence of the place was breathtaking. It's a two-floor chalet, although you don't need some of that space. You were staying a little short.

The rooms must have been brightly lit with all the windows and skylights during the day.

When you entered the chalet, you were blown away by the decor. The room's primary colors were dark gray, light gray, and white, in addition to the brown of the wood. They worked well together.

A large L-shaped sofa in the middle of the room looked very comfortable. In front of it was a wooden coffee table with a dark gray handkerchief box, a black metal lantern, and a clear glass vase with a fake plant.

On either side of the coffee table were four poufs, two of which had light gray cushions.

In the middle of the room was a large white carpet.

There were also dark grey curtains on the windows, while teardrop-shaped pendant lamps stood in the middle of the room, just above the coffee table, illuminating the whole room plus the other lights coming from the other lamps.

Behind the sofa, to the left, was the dining area with a long table and an open kitchen.

To the right were metal stairs, presumably leading to the bedrooms and other amenities of the chalet.

French windows were just in front of the stairs, giving access to the outside.

As you walked through the French windows, the view was simply magnificent. The perfect view was simply breathtaking.

A multitude of lights of many different colors illuminated the village, breaking the darkness of the night. Yellows, pinks, purples, blues, and greens brought the town to life, along with the distant sounds of locals and tourists.

Fir trees glowed brightly while snow covered the ground and roofs. The village had a collection of small huts where locals sold knickknacks and food.

As you passed them on your way to the chalet, Jungkook explained that the French organized Christmas markets yearly.

This event occurred at the same time every year, from November 26th to December 24th. People came from all over the world just for these markets. They weren't just in Courchevel; they were all over France.

It was a magical sight you must see at least once, especially since it's not practiced in other countries.

"Admiring the view, I see." Her forearm rested on the railing of the terrace.

When you turned around, you could see Jungkook going down the four steps that led to the big, wide terrace.

You took this moment to look at the rest of the decoration. There were two deck chairs on this wooded terrace, and barely a meter away was a swimming pool.

"It's all so peaceful." You replied. "And so restful. I don't think I ever want to leave here again."

Jungkook erased the distance between you before standing before you, wrapping his arms around your hips, and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You turned around, still in his arms, facing the view in front of you again, and settled comfortably against him. With your back against his chest, you looked at the panorama.

Jungkook imitated you by resting his head on yours.

"I had Dad on the phone. He and your mom are back at their cottage getting ready. We should do the same before we join them. They're inviting us for dinner."

You had no desire to move from where you were. In Jungkook's arms, you were peaceful in such a beautiful, postcard-worthy place. But you couldn't neglect your parents, even though they were still in that honeymoon mood.

Reluctantly, you separated to get ready for the restaurant.

When you arrived, your parents were already seated. He was waiting for you, sipping a glass of wine.

During the evening, you discussed your parents' honeymoon and what you planned to do during your stay. Unfortunately, your parents won't be able to stay for very long. Unlike you and Jungkook, who had a two-month college vacation, your parents only had a few days to relax before resuming their lives as businessmen and women.

Ultimately, their plan boiled down to soaking in the hot tub and skiing. On the other hand, they gave you the choice of returning to Busan with them or enjoying France for a little longer.

At the end of the evening, when you had all returned to your respective houses, you and Jungkook enjoyed a cozy evening on the sofa in the living room. You watched movies and ate junk food you bought on the way home.

A Pirates of the Caribbean, Pacific Rim, and Transformers marathon followed. You've seen these movies a million times.

You didn't know if it was the same for other people, but as far as you were concerned, you had movies you could watch repeatedly without getting bored. These three movies were among them.

After ten in the morning, you join your parents for breakfast.

"Oh, I know a couple who partied all night." Your mother laughed at you.

You both had big bags under your eyes while pale as a ghost. Not that you'd seen one, but you got the implication.

"A party, you bet. We had a movie marathon." You replied.

"You're right. You're young, and you should enjoy yourself." You hadn't lived under the same roof as Jeonseok for long, but he seemed like a cool dad the few times you'd been around him.

You didn't think you'd ever be able to call him that, but it wouldn't be impossible to think of him that way. After all, you and your mother were a package deal. So, by signing the marriage contract, Jeonseok committed himself to be the father figure missing in your life. The same was true for your mother: By signing the prenuptial agreement, she had committed herself to being the mother figure Jungkook was missing.

However, it wasn't a matter of replacing the missing real parents but instead of taking on the role that was rightfully hers through marriage.

As planned the day before, Jungkook, your mother, and Jeonseok all went skiing.

You stayed in the chalet as you did not like the snow or the cold. All three tried to convince you to join them several times, but you were determined not to go.

Preferring instead to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. You didn't want to buy them in Busan, knowing that they would probably take up space in your suitcase, so you decided to buy them on the spot.

Taking advantage of their absence, you borrowed the rental car assigned to you and Jungkook to drive around the neighboring towns.

You had spent at least an hour visiting the shops in the village of Courchevel, but you hadn't found anything interesting. Moreover, you took advantage of the nearby towns to visit and play tourists.

Finally, after many hours of visiting and a long hour's driving, you were back in the warmth and comfort of the chalet.

On your way back to the chalet, you noticed that the place was empty - Jungkook was probably still skiing. So you took the opportunity to have some time to yourself.

While visiting the other villages for the day, you went to a store called "The Body Shop" and bought a set of body scrubs, perfume, hand cream, shower gel, body butter, and yogurt. You purchased three sets: mango, strawberry, and banana. You wanted to buy more but thought you would need more room in your suitcase.

In addition to the box, you bought bath bombs and essence oil with strawberry, mango, banana, rose, and lavender.

A few months earlier, Jungkook had bought a lamp that projected a galaxy effect onto the walls, and he'd been crazy about it ever since. He couldn't live without it and took it wherever he went.

He borrowed the lamp from his bedroom dresser to set the mood in the bathroom.

With the water running freely and filling the tub, you turned on the violet mist and a few drops of lavender essential oil.

As you stepped into the bathtub, flute of champagne in hand, your gaze riveted on the distant landscape afforded by the large tinted window that ran from the floor to the bathroom ceiling, you reflected on what had happened over the past few months.

Strange how your life had taken such an unexpected turn. You could even say that meeting Jungkook had turned your life upside down. First, meeting him when he was a guest at the hotel where you worked went beyond your principles. You'd been working at the hotel for a few years, and it had never occurred to you to fool around with a guest. And God knows how tempted you'd been. There was no shortage of good-looking men.

Jungkook was an exception. You didn't know why, and to say that you regretted it would be a lie.

Since you had come to live with your mother and new family and discovered that none other than Jungkook himself was your future half-brother, that hadn't stopped you from continuing what you had started on the island.

Surprisingly, from the beginning of your risky love affair, you shared a bond that you hadn't shared with any of your other boyfriends. You hadn't had masses of them, just two or three before you met Jungkook.

And that was frustrating. You needed to find out where your relationship with Jungkook stood. Considering your new social status due to your mother's marriage to her father, you were now related to the same family.

Of course, there was no blood relationship, but people loved to spread rumors and judge what they didn't know. So, your relationship with Jungkook was kind of forbidden.

This meant that even if you got along well on a relationship level, the development to becoming a couple and possibly one day getting married or just sharing a life together was stolen from you even before you met.

So, one question kept running through your mind. Was it worth pursuing this relationship - whatever it was at the time - when you'd probably never get the chance to grow together?

Or was it better to end it before you and Jungkook's feelings became even more profound than they already were?

You didn't allow yourself to speak on Jungkook's behalf because you didn't know if he had any feelings for you that would lead to a romantic relationship. You said from experience when it came to yourself.

You'd felt your feelings for Jungkook deepen and become more severe for a few days now. It was getting perilous.

You had no choice but to end it, but when and how?

You didn't want to do things halfway. You had to do it right because Jungkook is a good man. He's always been good to you from day one. So you had to be right with him and do the right thing.

It was decided. You were going to have a talk with Jungkook to find out his point of view. That day had not yet come. For now, the most important thing is to enjoy yourself while you have the time and opportunity.

They wanted to let the holiday season pass and see how things went. Speaking of the wolf, you were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't even noticed the presence of another person in the room.

"I'd give anything to know what you were thinking." A male voice bursts in, startling you and almost knocking the champagne flute into the bathtub.

"Damn, Jungkook, don't scare me like that." You put your hand to your chest and tried to regain control of your breathing and calm your heartbeat.

"Sorry, baby." The pet name made you weak.

Jungkook leaned in before planting a kiss on your lips.

"So why was my lover so focused that she didn't notice my presence?"

What could you say? At least not the truth, at the risk of ruining the family vacation and the playful mood Jungkook was definitely on. "Nothing. I was just looking at the beautiful panorama in front of me." Which wasn't entirely untrue.

"Oh." He said with a smile. "Make some room for me, beautiful. That way, the two of us can look at it."

In no time, Jungkook had taken off all of his clothes before joining you in the bathtub.

Before positioning himself behind you so that you could get between his muscular legs and your back, which was glued to his front, Jungkook turned on the "bubbles" function of the bathtub, turning it into a jacuzzi.

"So, how was your day?" You'd docked the conversation, eager to know what he'd been up to while you were gone.

"Nothing special." He kisses your temple as he wraps his arms around your body.

"Went skiing. Had dinner with the parents. Went skiing again. Here I am in the company of the beautiful woman who haunts my thoughts all day long."

Jungkook was a true romantic at heart. At the slightest opportunity, he couldn't resist making sweet little remarks that sometimes made you cringe.

You weren't someone who played on the emotional court. You had great difficulty expressing your feelings, especially verbally. You were more interested in actions and small details than acceptable words and promises.

Jungkook, on the other hand, juggled both to perfection. He was equally comfortable with words and actions. He was thoughtful and paid much attention to details that were just that: details. It was one of the things you liked about him.

"What about you? What have you been doing?" His hands caressed your arm before wandering over your belly to your breasts.

"I-I was walking around the village." You had trouble articulating correctly because of his caresses.

"Yes." His warm breath crashed into the hollow of your neck as Jungkook leaned in and planted wet kisses on it.

Your hair was in a disheveled bun. Jungkook knew precisely what effect he had on you, and he played with it shamelessly.

"What now?" His kisses accompanied his caresses on your chest, causing you to lose your train of thought.

You had told him, with some difficulty, what you had done. Remembering your little foray into the other neighboring villages. "What you've done is perilous, sweetheart. Imagine if something had happened to you." Although he was reprimanding you, he didn't stop caressing you.

"Besides, you didn't warn anyone. If something happened to you, I'd die of grief."

"It's a shame you didn't join us. We would have had a great time together." He continued, stopping his kissing sessions and keeping his hands in the hollow of your belly.

"I know, Koo. I told you, skiing isn't my thing."

"Why not? Bad experiences?" He couldn't have said it better.

"Yeah."

"Tell me about it." There, you'd teased his curiosity.

Just by remembering the event, you were still cursing that damn day. "It was nothing out of the ordinary. I went on a ski trip with my class when I was in the ninth grade. During the trip, we had lessons to learn how to ski. I remember being very excited about the idea, but my excitement didn't last long. I couldn't control my speed as I was going down a hill. When I tried to brake, my feet got caught, and I soon found myself on the ground. Jungkook's movements told you that he was giggling.

"That's not all. I rolled down the few meters to where the teachers were before stopping at the foot of the monitor. As a result, I had to rush to the emergency room and ended the trip locked in my room with my right arm and leg in a cast. Talk about a fun trip." And with that comment, Jungkook finally burst out laughing.

"Hey, it's not nice to laugh at other people's misfortune." You turn around and face him before straddling him.

"What? You'll tell me you've always been a perfect skier and never had an accident?" Immediately, his face changed as the laughter died. "Ah, we're not so smart anymore. Spit it out. I want to hear all about it."

"That's a story for another day." Jungkook hides his head in your neck as if that will change your mind.

"No, no, no, mister. You laughed at my story. I want to laugh, too." Your hands cupped her face as you lifted her head.

"You know there are times when you're cruel." He complained as his eyes closed, and a smile appeared, revealing his buck teeth.

"It's okay. It's nothing I can't make up for later." You played a dangerous game here.

You liked to play with fire and knew you would get burned on the wings and everywhere.

"Come on, Kook. Just tell me. I want to know." You shook him by the shoulders, your body moving as you did so, your intimacies rubbing against each other.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have a tough time remembering what happened, and I'm more likely to do something much more interesting." Jungkook licked his lips and thought about what he could do to you.

"But since you insist, I'll leave what I have in mind for a few minutes." Jungkook put his lips to yours to give himself courage, taking advantage of your calmness. He was sure that you would laugh at him in a few moments.

"It was two years ago. I was on vacation, and I'd taken advantage of my father's absence to invite my buddies to the chalet. One day, we decided to go skiing. Everything went great. We did some cool tricks and even filmed some. We decided to call it a day in the early evening and go inside for a few beers and some video games. I was speeding down the hill because we had made a bet that whoever came in last would buy dinner, and you know me, there's nothing better than free food. So, I wanted to ensure I was the first to reach the chalet. But I didn't expect to find a group of old people learning to ski at the end of the run.

Who learns to ski when they're closer to death than anything else?" "Jungkook!" You were shocked, but his comment was funny, especially since you weren't expecting it.

"What?" He laughed. "It's the truth. Whatever. Of course, besides being close to death, they had badly forgotten to turn on his hearing aids. As I slid along, I approached the grandmas and grandpas, trying to warn them I was coming so they'd get out of the way. But nothing worked. In the end, I had to veer off my path to avoid hitting them, except that I hit a lot of pine trees. Ultimately, I didn't have time to slow down and ended up nose-to-nose with a tree."

"Oh. My. God." You imagined the scene very well in your mind, which made his story even funnier.

No doubt, if you had been there and witnessed the scene, you would have laughed so hard that there would have been no point in going to the bathroom. You would have emptied your bladder on yourself. Of course, you would have tried to see if Jungkook was okay after laughing.

After a good laugh, there is a comforting silence in the room. When your laughter finally stopped, you looked fondly at Jungkook.

When you looked at him, you didn't expect his face and expression to have changed so radically. You expected him to smile, but it was just the opposite.

Jungkook wasn't angry or anything like that. He was just pretending. He was trying as hard as he could to wipe away the silly smile that was trying to settle on his lips.

His attempts seemed not in vain when your laugh shifted to chuckle before turning into the beautiful smile he loved so much slowly faded away.

Jungkook's gaze was darker, and he ran his tongue over his lower lip. The atmosphere in the room changed. Jungkook's gaze burned your skin.

His eyes were fixed somewhere on your chest. As you followed his gaze, you noticed that because you were sitting on his lap, the water no longer covered your chest, and he had a perfect view of your breasts.

You looked at his face and noticed he was already looking back at you. Your mouth began to dry while your breathing became a little faster.

Jungkook's hands landed in the middle of your back while the other found a place on your cheek. He put a little pressure on your back to bring you closer to him.

You put your hands on his pecs to keep your balance and not lose, slip, and risk bumping into him, hurting yourself before your mouths are back dancing together again.

Your forearms rest on his shoulders, and you tangle your fingers in his hair. Your tongue demands access to his, which he gives you immediately without hesitation. His manhood rises, standing between you, trapped between your bellies.

As you grabbed his cock in your hand and started to jerk him off, Jungkook threw his head back and let out a mixture of moans and groans simultaneously. This made your heart beat faster. You knew that with these sounds coming from between Jungkook's lips, he was letting you know that he liked what you were doing and encouraging you to keep going.

Automatically, Jungkook would sink into your hand like he was sinking into your pussy. And you took the opportunity to tighten your grip around his hardening member.

Through the water, you could see how reddened and swollen his cock was from the excitement and your care.

"Harder, baby." He pleads.

You liked to hear him moan. Knowing he was vulnerable beneath you made you feel powerful.

Jungkook grabs your ass with full hands, kipping you close to him while controlling your hip movements. Moving you slightly to one side, Jungkook brings your pussy into direct contact with his thigh. As your hips moved, the pleasure increased, causing you to lose track of time and space. The only things keeping you grounded were the movements of your hand around Jungkook's cock and your bodies pressed together.

"That's it, baby. Keep fucking my thigh and chase the pleasure."

And in a few strokes, Jungkook moves your hips back to your previous position, lifts you up, and you've got his message. That's when you position his cock at the entrance to your pussy before he sinks into you.

Your hearts beat in unison, like two different melodies that form a beautiful piece when played together.

Jungkook was gentle in his caresses and movements. Unlike other times, this time, he wasn't just trying to chase your mutual pleasure, but this was, first and foremost, a moment of connection.

Jungkook was very sentimental; unlike you, he believed in everything, like destiny and soul mates.

He was convinced that the moment you spent in each other's arms when your two bodies were connected as one also allowed your souls to connect.

The heart in his chest swelled as emotion overwhelmed him. He allowed himself to be consumed by the gentle warmth that settled in the pit of his stomach.

He touched your neck and brought your faces together before gently resting his forehead against yours. Your lips were parted, and you let out a few soft moans.

The pleasure you felt was intense yet gentle at the same time. Jungkook's cock caressed your walls, kissing your most sensitive inner part as you moved.

As his hands caressed your back, yours found refuge on the nape of his neck while your fingers played with a few strands. His hand finished exploring your body by settling on your butt, and as he cupped them with his full hands, he helped you move on his cock, keeping up the pace.

Your lips found refuge against each other. The kiss was as slow, gentle, and deliberate as the rest of your movements.

Never had any of your intimate moments been so - intimate. You'd kissed and fucked many times before but never had such a deep, gentle feeling settled in either of you.

Jungkook pressed our foreheads together, and our breaths became intertwined.

"Babe, I don't think I will last any longer." Your movements speed up, and Jungkook moves his hips in sync with yours.

"Open your eyes, my baby. I want to look right into them when we come together." His breath caressed your lips, red and swollen from his care.

You open your eyes again, meeting his, dark and burning with desire. It didn't take you long to come.

You clung desperately to him as if your very existence depended on it.

You tried with all your might to respect his wish, keeping your eyes locked as you were overwhelmed by the ecstasy that overcame you. But the pleasure was such that you couldn't.

As the waves of orgasm coursed through your body, your head tilted, but you quickly ensured you were back in his gaze.

Jungkook also surrendered to the pleasure that was burning inside of him. However, he never let go of you. The more you submitted to the pleasure, the more he tightened his embrace around you. It was as if he feared you would disappear like a mirage in the desert once he surrendered to pleasure.

You could feel his cock pouring into you, imprinting your walls with his DNA. You became one, and for a while, Jungkook would remain present inside you.

With a smile on his lips and the afterglow of pleasure still present on his features, Jungkook greets you as you slowly but surely come down from cloud nine.

"Hi," his hand caresses your face as your eyes refuse to let go.

You don't answer. Lost in this intense moment. The emotions you were feeling were washing over you like ocean waves.

The moments in his presence only intensified your feelings, but you knew they had been taken from you before he had time to belong to you.

A forbidden feeling that existed without you even having a say in the matter was present inside you and had been with you throughout this moment of intimacy between you and Jungkook.

In fact, this feeling had grown so much inside you that the lack of space had almost spilled out.

"I L-"

Luckily, you'd managed to pull yourself together at the last minute before the bomb had time to explode and cause much damage.

But Jungkook wasn't fooled; he knew you were about to say something important, something he already shared with you.

A small glimmer of hope had even taken refuge in him, and for a brief moment, he had told himself that tonight, he would finally have proof that you shared his feelings. And he'd vowed that even though it would take time and energy, he would do everything he could to make things official in the eyes of his parents and the whole world, no matter what they thought.

But his dream and hope were cut short when you decided not to go through with your confession.

Jungkook was disappointed you didn't give in to the milliseconds of courage that had gone through you. He would have loved to hear you say those three little words that wanted to escape from your sweet, delicious lips.

But he also knew the weight and stakes that would follow that revelation and understood why you abstained. So he respected your decision and didn't point out this little incident - which in his eyes was no incident.

Gently move away from him, leaving his lap to sit in your original place in front of him. With this gesture, you put some distance between you.

After this near miss, you needed time to think about what you would do. Everything was confused in your head. You didn't know how to separate the multiple one-night stands with Jungkook - even if they were repetitive and always with the same man - and take the opportunity to cleanse your emotions.

Mistakes like that had to be avoided in the future to keep you and Jungkook out of trouble.

Remember that your relationship with him was a story with no future. For God's sake, he wasn't just anybody. He was the son of the man who had just married your mother.

After many years of suffering and hard work, your mother had every right to have a happy married life after the great disappointment that was your father.

As they say, there are many fish in the sea, and Jungkook isn't one of them. At least, not for you. So before it was too late and you got all tangled up, you had to clean your mind before you had more heartache.

Jungkook was worried about you. You'd been carefree just a few minutes ago, and now you were lost in thought. With your eyes glued to the water filling the bathtub, Jungkook wondered what could be going on in your head to make you like this.

He could feel that the air had changed. The sensual electricity filled with mutual desire was replaced by a coldness. He didn't know where it came from, and he didn't appreciate it.

Did you regret sharing an intimate moment with him? It wouldn't have been the first time, but it might have been the last, and Jungkook wanted to avoid that at all costs.

On the other hand, you seemed determined to clear your head, take a step back from everything that had been going on in your life lately, and try to find a solution.

Admittedly, it wouldn't be easy for you to find common ground in your - whatever you call it - relationship, and you wouldn't come out of it unscathed, but it was much needed.

Now that you'd come to terms with it, there was no going back. It was all for your own good. You're good, but Jungkook would have a different vision.

"I am tired. I think I'll go to bed." You step out of the tub, wear a robe, and leave the room.

"Okay. I'll finish cleaning up and join you." Surprised, Jungkook didn't know what to say. So he let you go.

He got worried when he saw that he didn't get any reaction from you. "Baby? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, don't worry. I'm just tired." You say in a low voice that Jungkook would have had trouble hearing if it wasn't for the silence in the hut. The room was cold because there was no heating. You hadn't planned to be in this room, but the current circumstances differed from when you first set foot in the hut.

The room was dark, with only the glow of the village lights and the moonlight as a light source.

The room wasn't huge; it was just a little smaller than the master suite you were supposed to share with Jungkook. Tonight, however, it looked huge.

The bed was cold, and even though you'd finally turned on the heater and found yourself under the covers, you still lacked an essential source of warmth.

Jungkook's warmth.

You curled up in bed as tears streamed uncontrollably down your cheeks. Your chest ached from controlling and stifling your sobs. You didn't want to risk Jungkook hearing your cries and asking questions about the cause of your distress.

After leaving the bathroom, Jungkook was surprised to find the bedroom empty. He approached the bed and put his hand on the side where you used to lie when you slept together, but it was cold.

He had looked everywhere for you, and even though it was terribly cold, Jungkook had even gone out onto the terrace to see if you were there. But you weren't. So he went to the only room he had yet to check.

The second bedroom.

As he pushed open the bedroom door, even though it was dark, Jungkook noticed a figure lying on the bed. With baby steps, he approached and saw you.

"Baby?" But you didn't answer.

When he brought his face closer to yours, he saw that you were sleeping. But something called out to him. He turned on the bedside lamp to ensure he'd seen what he'd seen.

Your precious cheeks showed traces of dried tears. Your eyes seemed a little more puffy than usual.

What the hell was going on? Why weren't you in your shared bed? And why were you crying?

Did he hurt you while he was making love to you? Because let's face it, tonight, he had made love to you.

Why had you suddenly become distant? What should he do now? Take you back to your shared bedroom or leave you here?

Jungkook was in a constant state of debate in his head.

Ultimately, he decides to do nothing and returns to his room. Tomorrow would be another day, and Jungkook hoped this was just a short phase and that everything would return to normal soon.

"Good night, love." He says before exiting the room after tenderly kissing you on the lips.

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Moon's Sun │ 11 │ Mission

Synopsis : The BBs have been given a new mission. In addition to finding the Chosen One, three must find a spotter to improve the Institute's defense system.

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The BBs - Bangtan Boys - left to pack their bags as soon as the meeting was over. 

Once again, they will go on a mission, disappear, and leave you without news. And then, as usual, they would reappear like flowers, as if nothing had happened. 

The boys had been doing this full-time for as long as they could remember. For years, they had no choice but to lie to you. 

As far as you were concerned, they all had regular jobs. 

Jin worked as a cook in a restaurant. He often traveled around the country for competitions to become a star chef. 

Yoongi worked in the music field as a piano teacher, and he also traveled a lot to lecture at conservatories and was sometimes even hired for official parties and weddings. 

Namjoon, equally focused on his studies and books, had two jobs: a librarian and a literature professor in his spare time. This meant that he traveled a lot for seminars.  

Hoseok was a dance teacher, and like his fellow students, he traveled to dance competitions and idol concerts as a dancer. But he would never tell you which celebrities used his skills. You often felt sad, but you tried hard to understand his motivations.

Like Hoseok, Jimin was also a dance teacher. However, unlike Hoseok, who focuses more on hip-hop, Jimin focuses on classical dance. Although when he told you this, you found it a little hard to believe until he demonstrated his talents. You had to admit that the boy put up quite a fight.  

As for Taehyung, you knew very well about what he was doing since he worked with you. But you also knew that he loved e-gaming, just like Jungkook, and that's why they traveled together. They were part of the same team, so it was obvious that if one disappeared, the other would too. Although you'd watched a few friendly games between Tae and some of the cybercafe's customers when he was on break, you'd never attended his (official) games with his team.

Despite being on the same e-gaming team as Taehyung, Jungkook had two other jobs. On the one hand, he was a sports coach; on the other, he was a bouncer at a nightclub. Admittedly, when he told you this, even though you weren't too close to Jungkook and had little say in the matter, you weren't too pleased. You knew how dangerous this job was, how everything could be okay, and then everything could go wrong in a split second. 

Of course, it was all a facade. None of it was real. But you knew nothing about who your friends were or what they did.  

The truth was much more complicated and far-fetched for a mere human. It was evident that they couldn't tell you the truth. And more than once, they tried to keep you in the dark and make you believe all their lies. But it was all for your safety. The less you knew, the better off you'd be. 

They all hoped you would never find out what they were up to. 

A few years ago, it was easier for them to hide their lives from you because, back then, you could be considered naive. But the more you grew up, the more the seven men realized what a strong, feisty, intelligent young woman you'd become. 

Several times, you'd been led to ask questions about their profession. But the strangest thing was that none of them had ever invited you to see them at work. 

Of course, you didn't go to the gym yourself. The thought of all those people exercising was enough to tire you. On the other hand, when you asked Jungkook the name of the nightclub where he worked, he stuttered. And the name he gave you didn't show up anywhere on Google Maps. 

Untraceable. Nonexistent. 

Or when you jokingly - but not jokingly - asked Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi when they'd send you a VIP invitation to their presentations, the only response you got from any of the three men was a tight smile. Not to mention that Jin never invited you to his restaurant, which is odd. 

Ordinary people once holding a business want to show their relatives what they've accomplished. But not your friends. Telling a story.

So, for a long time, you had doubts about their whereabouts. But what you found even harder to understand was that if your suspicions turned out to be accurate and your friends were lying about their jobs, what would be the reason? 

You prefer to put the matter to bed and not think about it to avoid conflict. 

Besides, your efforts were worthwhile, for all seven of them had taken into account that you were taking it upon yourself not to confront them about the matter. And they discreetly thanked you for that. It would have been difficult for them to be honest with you, knowing that you certainly would not believe them. Not until they proved it to you. And for that, the only way they could've proven this was by breaking the rules or bringing you along on one of their missions.  

On their part, what prevented them from telling you the truth was that it would inevitably put you in very delicate situations. For them, your safety came first. You were one of them, their best friend. Their little sister. And as your big brothers, it was their duty to protect you from all the evil in the world.   

It was very late at night when the seven men set out on their missions. 

They were to perform two one-shot missions. But one seemed to be much easier than the other. 

Finding the spotter was much easier than finding the Chosen One. 

For a decade or so, the Guardians had been trying to get their hands on the Chosen One before the followers of evil did. But it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. The chances of them getting the Chosen One were almost impossible. 

But doable.

Namjoon, as team leader, had arranged to meet his brothers around midnight. 

It was easier to meet one of these creatures at night than in the middle of the day. 

Jungkook was in his room preparing for the upcoming mission. 

He didn't like it at all.

Ten years had passed since the last great war. The young man lost his parents in a harsh battle during that war. They had died as heroes. Their sacrifice had saved almost the entire Institute, him, the human world, and all those who had become now his new family. 

When he was younger, Jungkook was angry at his parents. He couldn't understand why they chose saving strangers' lives over staying with him. 

As the years went by and he grew up, he wished to have his parents by his side instead of being raised by people he didn't share a single blood bond.

But as the young Jungkook gave way to the present one, he couldn't be more proud to carry the Jeon family name. With this name, he knew that devotion, honor, and sacrifice ran through his veins. His parents had died as heroes, and he had to accept that. Jungkook was proud of them.

Still, even today, he sometimes thought of his parents and hoped they would return to him one day. That would have been the happiest day of his life. 

Still, within the four walls of his quarters, Jungkook looked at the last photo he'd taken with his parents. The candles on the cake in front of them indicated that it was Jungkook's fifteenth birthday. 

If he remembered correctly, this photo had been taken a few days before the big battle before his parents disappeared. And a few days before, he met you and Taehyung.    

That vision will never be engraved in his memory. 

At that time, you were still very young - thirteen, one year younger than Jungkook, but already inclined to work and not depend on others. 

At a young age, he was shocked to see you working at the cybercafe with Taehyung and thought your parents didn't care about you or even forced you to work to earn money. But when Taehyung explained your situation, Jungkook blamed himself for misjudging your parents. 

Even today, looking back, he still blames himself.

Since that famous day, Jungkook has always respected you. 

You have had him and your other friends since you met, but you were mostly alone. But not lonely. Whereas Jungkook had Jin and his parents and, of course, his five other friends all the time after he lost his parents.

From day one, Jungkook had seen you as a fighter, and his admiration for you hadn't changed and wouldn't change anytime soon.

Midnight had finally arrived, and Jungkook was waiting for the others in the garage. 

As with every mission, cars were provided for the guards to make it easier for them to get around the city. This also allowed them to get to the mission site faster.

"What took you so long?" Leaning against the mission car, Jungkook couldn't wait to get started. 

"Is it age that makes you so slow?" He never missed an opportunity to tease his brothers. 

"Cheeky boy, do you think you'll stay young all your life?" If there was anything that made Jin lose his cool, it was being reminded that he wasn't as young as he used to be. No, he wasn't old, but he was the senior of your friends and had an aging complex. 

To his great misfortune, the four youngest - Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and you - were constantly teasing him with little jokes. Jin's reactions made you laugh at every opportunity, making him even more annoyed. 

Jin didn't mind because he knew your little jabs were light-hearted and friendly. They were meant to annoy him, so he played along and reacted how he knew you'd expect. 

In his family, like many of the other six - Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jungkook (before he lost his family) - Jin was the youngest. But with his friends, he was the oldest, and he took his role as "big brother" to you to heart. 

Jin always took care of you all. He always cooked delicious meals and cared for you when you weren't feeling well, both physically and mentally. He was always the first to cheer you up when you were feeling down.

Although he was the oldest and had his mature side that came out when needed, most of the time, Jin let his childish side take over, and many times, you wondered who was the youngest of the bunch between him and you. 

The interaction between Jungkook and Jin always made the rest of you laugh. Their relationship was worthy of Tom and Jerry or Tweety and Sylvester.

"Good, everyone has arrived." Like his six faithful companions, Namjoon entered the garage dressed in black from head to toe. "Here is what we're going to do."

The seven men gather around the car's hood, positioning themselves on either side as Namjoon spreads a city map. 

"We're going to split into two groups to cover more ground and have a better chance of completing the missions as quickly as possible. The first group, consisting of Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook, will be in charge of finding a spotter and bringing him back to the Anthill so the researchers can study it and update our databases and defense system. Once that's done, you will join us and help find the Chosen One.

"Roger. "

"We will start by inspecting Seoul. We'll comb the city, but we'll find him. We are still determining where he is, but one thing is sure: he must be in Seoul. Mr. Bang used the Celestial Well, and it showed him the City of Seoul. 

The Celestial Well is a vessel carved out of marble that comes directly from heaven and contains a translucent liquid that resembles water - but it's not water - that allows the person who asks to see the thing, person, or object they wish to find a bit like the Pensieve in Harry Potter.

"For some reason, the Well hasn't given up any more information about the Chosen One. So we must do everything we can to find him as soon as possible." 

Returning to the city map, Namjoon begins to assign districts to groups. 

"Hoseok and Yoongi, you'll focus on the southern districts: Seongdong-Gu, Gwanjin-Gu, Guandong-Gu, Songpa-Gu, Gangnam-Gu, Seocho-Gu, Gwanak-Gu, and Geumcheon-Gu." The concerned nodded. 

"Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung, you will cover the northern zone. Dobong, Nowon, Gangbuk, Seongbuk, Jongo, Jung-Gu, Dongdaemu and Jungnag." 

"Yes, sir." 

The three men saluted. 

"Finally, Jin and I will cover the western zone. Eunpyeog, Seodaemun, Mapo, Yongsan, Dongjak, Yeongdeungpo, Guro, Yangcheong and Gangseo." 

"Roger." Jin agreed.

Before they could leave, Taehyung asked an important question. 

"That's all well and good, but how will we be able to find the Chosen One? It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Almost impossible." 

Tae's question wasn't ignored because it made Namjoon remember that he had forgotten something important. 

"Ah, yes. I almost forgot. Thanks, Tae." Digging into the pockets of his mission cargo pants, Namjoon pulled out seven necklaces. A purple crystal dangled from the tip - amethyst that the researchers had manipulated to make it receptive to the presence of the Chosen One. 

"Mister Bang gave me this," they each grabbed a necklace. "These stones will help us find him more easily." 

"How?" Hoseok looked at his friend as he put the necklace around his neck.

"Very simple. Amethyst, an enchanting crystal known for its spiritual properties, can also help find lost objects. Thanks to its soothing energy and intuitive abilities, amethyst can strengthen a person's connection to their inner guidance," Namjoon explained. 

"Amethyst's calming influence can help calm the mind and create a receptive state for intuitive ideas and flashes of inspiration. By tapping into its gentle yet powerful vibrations, amethyst can bring clarity and lead to the discovery of the missing object. Since it's not an object but a person we're looking for, this stone has been christened with the Divine Flow, as have all our other weapons and gadgets. This should have made our task more manageable." 

But this was not the case. It had been four days since the group set out on their mission. In those four days, it had been three days since the trio had managed to capture a spotter and bring him back to the Institute before continuing their primary mission.

The seven men - guardians - had spent four days in a large, black, armored car, crisscrossing the national territory in search of the Chosen One. 

All the cars belonging to the Institute are imported directly from the USA. And a few privileged guardians - including your friends - have their vehicles imported from the same country and customized by the same company.  

These jewels have a unique feature that other cars sold in Korea do not have. In addition to being armored, they come directly from AddArmor.

AddArmor is a company founded by former special forces. As a result, the vehicles are a thousand times more powerful and adapted to the life of the guards. For example, since the BBs - Bantan Boys - didn't know what to expect on this mission, they chose the armored version of the Cadillac Escalade they possessed. 

These little marvels were bulletproof, from 30.06 to 7.62 (AK47 cartridges), and cartridges for assault weapons such as 5.56 (US Army rifle ammunition.) The windows were at least 7 cm thick. A special alloy of carbon and composite materials protects the body. - Usually used for armored vehicles.

There's also a 360-degree camera at the rear of the vehicle, which can come in handy if the car is being chased or to help the driver park. 

An active explosive detection and protection system and a satellite link to a command center - in their case, the Institute's command center - were also included. If a guard was ambushed during a mission, they knew they had everything they needed to regain the upper hand. 

Moreover, if a problem arose, a siren would sound, and the center would send guards to the rescue. 

On more leisurely missions, such as scouting or providing close protection for a vital team member, agents could take it easy and benefit from the Wi-Fi connection and a 32-inch TV screen. 

This is practical and functional for humans, but as guardians battling non-human creatures, little extras had to be added to make them better suited to their job. 

Each of the cars - mission cars and the cars explicitly belonging to the Guardians who owned them - were customized according to their owner's wishes, but Mr. Bang imposed some things for the safety of his agents. 

A pepper gas device - which has the same effect on motels as it does on immortals—is a device that creates a smoke screen, making it easier for agents to lose their attackers. 

The Sound Cannon could deafen attackers for a while, causing them to lose all sense of balance and spatial awareness.

In addition to its function in hearing, the inner ear plays a vital role in balance through the vestibular system. This sensory organ allows us to find our way in space. It plays a crucial role in maintaining posture and stabilizing gaze.

There was no need to panic if the guards ran out of ammunition or weapons to defend themselves. Secret drawers were under each seat with some weapons: daggers, pistols, bows and arrows, and more. 

Fortunately, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were fine without any of these devices to complete the first phase of their mission. 

But the second phase was about to get a little more complicated. Now that everyone was sure that the hunt for the Chosen One had begun, they were twice as likely to run into enemies.

The question now was who would stumble upon the Chosen One first. The Guardians of the Demons?

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Moon's Sun | 10 | Spotter

Synopsis : You and Jungkook were enjoying a carefree day together, not realizing that a threat was lurking just a few steps away, closer than you'd hoped.

Spotter: Devilish creature. Though not an actual threat, it is a harbinger of doom. Spotters do not have a fleshly shell, making them a spectre. On the other hand, they are designed to be formidable sniffers and receivers of energy. In this story in particular, they are sent to track down the Chosen One and report their findings to their master.

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Word count : 3.3k

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Sitting on the terrace of Le Petit Nuage café, you and Jungkook were sipping your respective drinks. You were trying as best to ward off the blazing heat descending on the city. 

Unlike usual, you had decided to swap your regular drinks for new ones. Jungkook had swapped his iced Americano for an iced mochaccino, while you had swapped your eternal frappuccino for a refresha dragon mango.

For some time now, this drink has been your favorite. You couldn't live without it. Even when you went to work, you made sure you had enough time to buy one.

Today you wanted something fruity rather than caffeinated. 

Over the next few hours –two, to be exact– your conversation had flown over all sorts of topics. From your first meeting when you were young, Jungkook was fifteen, and you were fourteen.  

You'd just lost your parents in a car accident, and to "survive," you'd started working at the local cybercafe. Your guardian, always physically absent, had given you all the tools you needed to get on with your life, but he'd never let you off the hook. 

That day you met Taehyung for the first time, and while you were doing the dishes and preparing a customer's order, he told you that some of his childhood friends were coming.   

It was then that you fell in love with Jungkook. 

Today's Jungkook is different from the one you saw ten years ago. 

The fifteen-year-old Jungkook was quieter, shyer, and avoided women like the plague. You never understood why, but it made you laugh sometimes. He attracted girls' attention, but it only got worse as the years passed.  

Which is frustrating from time to time. 

Today's Jungkook is more outgoing and less shy - if at all - and he seems immune to his fear of women. Today's Jungkook is a thousand times more attractive than any man in your eyes. That's always been the case.

In terms of his physical appearance, Jungkook had utterly changed. When you first met, Jungkook had no piercings or tattoos. Today, that's far from the case. His right arm - from his shoulder to his fingers - was full of tattoos. Because he lived for the workout, Jungkook had grown wilder. On the other hand, he didn't look like a bodybuilder. 

You never found that very attractive in a man or a woman. But, you had no say in the matter because everyone does what they want. The most important thing is to feel good about yourself. 

His muscle mass was well distributed throughout his body. You've even fantasized about rubbing your crotch against his muscular thigh. He focused on both, unlike others who concentrated only on their body's lower or upper part.

You've always had a weakness for men with full sleeves, and the fact that Jungkook had them only increased your attraction to him. 

Your biggest weakness against this man was his piercing on his arch. Unfortunately, he no longer has it, so your weakness shifted to the piercing on his lower lip.

"Earth is calling YN." Jungkook had his gaze fixed on you with a broad smile.

"Yes? What?" 

"Are you good?" Not knowing what to answer, you just shook your head in response to his question. 

Still, you couldn't admit to him that you were thinking less than kind thoughts about him. 

"Yeah, I was just lost in thought. Don't worry." 

Looking at him, you weren't off the hook. Jungkook's eyes contained the entire galaxy. It was breathtaking. 

A few times, you'd gotten used to the idea that the deity up there was cruel. How could he bring such a man into your life without giving you the right to belong to each other?

Jungkook wasn't the fruit of the one from above, but certainly the one from below.  

You felt like Eve in Eden when the serpent tempted her to eat the forbidden fruit. Only this time, you were Eve, and Jungkook was the forbidden fruit. As for the snake, you told yourself it was life in general.

As you stood there daydreaming about your misery, just a few steps away from you was something that was far from where it belonged, let alone welcome. 

This thing had been roaming the mortal world for years, searching for that which its master so despised.

A Spotter had appeared only a few meters away from you and Jungkook, like a wild Pokémon emerging from the tall grass. The difference was that it was not and would never be desired by anyone. Its intentions were as pure as a serial killer's towards his victim.

As usual, the spotter made his rounds through the streets of Busan, hoping that by some miracle, he'd come across the one his revered master wanted to destroy. 

Luck is something abstract and nonexistent to those who refuse to believe. Nothing in life is about luck but hard work, perseverance, and goodwill, especially for a devilish creature like a spotter. 

On the other hand, the thing was ready to believe in luck for the first time. After many years of searching for what it needed, it finally found it. Judging by the energy emanating from the thing, the creature had no doubt it stumbled upon the right one. 

Once again, he wandered the city streets, returning to an area he'd been to a million times without success. Today, luck seemed to be on his side. Best of all, no one seemed to sense his presence.

His gaze was riveted on none other than you and Jungkook, unaware of the evil creature's presence just a few steps away. Always sit on the cafe terrace, sipping your respective drinks while chatting and laughing occasionally. Always reminiscing about the past.

You had to start somewhere to get to know each other better - even though you'd had the same group of buddies for years, you'd never had a moment alone. Now that you were roommates, getting to know each other better made more sense. 

"Laugh while you can. Soon you won't have the chance." The thing said, its eyes still glued to Jungkook and you.

Two hours had passed since your arrival at the café terrace, and it was high time to go home. Besides, the sun would be setting soon, and you were starting to get hungry. 

You didn't feel well when you left the café and returned to the parking lot where Jungkook's car was parked. 

It happened so fast that you didn't have the words to describe your pain. You collapsed with no strength left in your legs to keep you upright. 

But long before you hit the ground, some arms caught you in time.

Jungkook didn't like what happened at all. Strange things have happened to you lately, much to Jungkook's dismay. 

You're his friend, a member of his group of friends. A group of friends that he sees as more than that. You're his family. 

It is a well-known fact that you don't choose your family. But you choose your friends. Some of them become your family, even more than your blood family.

You realized this a long time ago. You had no memory of your own family. It was as if they had never existed. All you knew was what your guardian, Kanin, had told you. 

The man who held you in his arms was very worried about you. Unlike you, who was in the dark about what was happening to you, Jungkook knew precisely what was causing your condition. 

That's why Jungkook had to take you to safety. 

Holding you in his arms, Jungkook took you in like a bride, then unlocked his car before gently placing you on the passenger seat.

As soon as your butt made contact with the leather seat of Jungkook's Mercedes-Benz, all of your emotions that had been buried inside you poured out. It hit you with full force like the water of a waterfall.  

Tears streamed down your cheeks while your breathing was hard to control. It was so hard to breathe. As if you'd been deprived of oxygen.  

Your chest hurts.  

"Hey. What's wrong?" Concerned and surprised, Jungkook moves closer and crouches in front of you. 

Bringing his broad hand to your cheek, Jungkook uses his thumb to dry a tear running down your cheek. 

You, on the other hand, were still having trouble breathing, so talking was unthinkable. The only sound you could get out was "Kook" and soft whimpers before your tears doubled in intensity.

It's so strange; just a few minutes ago - less than five - everything was fine. You were fine. Smiling, calm and serene. Your only concern was not to show your infinite crush on your childhood friend. Now you were crying like a baby in front of the man you've always fantasized about having.   

The perfect way to show him what kind of woman you are. You could kiss your chances with him goodbye. 

Seeing that you were having trouble calming your emotions. Reluctantly, Jungkook stood up and returned to the cafe to buy you a cold bottle of water.

After a few sips and the fact that Jungkook had you in his arms, you finally calmed down. Just a few sobs and you were okay. You knew this was not a voluntary reaction but a reflex to an unpleasant event. 

What's more, with all the excitement, surprise, fear, and pain that had flooded you without any explanation, this was perfectly "normal." Usually, this is more common in young children between the ages of one and three. 

It just shows you that you were still a toddler deep down. 

After that episode, you could see every little chance you had with Jungkook go up in smoke.

"Take a deep breath." Following your movements, Jungkook filled his lungs with air simultaneously as you did before he let out a deep breath. "Good, one more time." Again and again, you repeated the process three more times before Jungkook felt you'd calmed down. 

 "Now that you seem calmer tell me what's wrong." His hand stroked your cheek in such a tender, caring way that you couldn't help but press your cheek into the hollow of his palm.

"It's strange. Everything was going well, and then suddenly, I felt drained. Be it force, emotions, even the will to live." Come to think of it, a few warm tears rolled down your cheeks again.

"In a brief moment, I was no longer myself. Nothing but an empty, meaningless shell. A lump as big as my fist formed in my throat. I wanted to scream, to cry, but nothing would come out."

Taking a lock of hair behind your ear, Jungkook encouraged you to continue explaining. 

"At first, I thought it was just an anxiety attack, even though it's been a few years since I had one. But considering what happened in my bathroom the last time, I thought my old demons were resurfacing. On the other hand, from the moment I started feeling terribly cold, even though it was the middle of July and hot, I realized this wasn't just a simple anxiety attack. I don't know what it is, but it's certainly not a panic attack." 

Your eyes were lost in the void, and the ground became interesting. You tried as hard as you could to describe everything to Jungkook, everything you'd felt when you weren't yourself. 

But putting words to feelings that weren't so clear to you was complicated. You didn't know how to make him understand; you could only say, "I was soulless." 

What does it mean to be soulless? You couldn't describe it. You've never experienced not having a soul, and those who have certainly can't talk about it. Right now, they're six feet under.  

At the same time, did you really want to know? Maybe not. Even though you've always had a slight attraction to the supernatural, you must admit you were a little afraid of it. 

You'd already had one bad experience with the supernatural that gave you the creeps and chills. You didn't hope to experience anything like that again. 

Standing before you, you could see Jungkook's eyebrows furrow as his face turned serious. 

"You must be tired, YN." He motioned for you to take another sip of water and stood up.

"With everything you've been through these past few days, it's no wonder. Don't worry; you only need a good rest and a night's sleep." 

For the rest of the afternoon, despite Jungkook's repeated protests, you could put the finishing touches on your bedroom decoration. Unfortunately, you couldn't sleep in your room tonight because of the unpleasant smell of fresh paint.

Jungkook, who was in the same situation as you, was also sleeping on a mattress on the living room floor. 

So you took advantage of the situation to plan a quiet sleepover. 

On the agenda is a game of Mario Kart on the Switch and junk food. The last time you'd played was when all the other boys gathered at your place for the usual ritual. Jungkook had beaten you all, and he'd been teasing you ever since about how unbeatable he was at this game. 

He says, "The person worthy of beating me has not yet been born." It's about time he swallowed his pride.

When you returned from the mall, Jungkook prepared an excellent snack. "To cheer you up after the worrying episode in the mall parking lot." 

Then the two of you made a rendezvous in the living room after a nice, hot, relaxing shower.

When you returned to the living room, you found Jungkook sitting on the sofa with his eyes glued to his phone. He was a real looker, dressed in black Nike gym shorts and a sleeveless white top. Not in the sense that he was cute but terribly attractive. 

You wondered about his secret for always looking so attractive, no matter the circumstances. It wasn't good for your heart or peace of mind. 

This new relationship with Jungkook was surely going to be the death of you. 

You sat on the sofa beside him, leaving a tiny space between you. Just as everything was in place for your evening and you were ready to kick his ass once, and for all, his phone rang.

But it wasn't a regular ringtone. It was a warning tone, like those in action movies. 

Not expecting it, you jumped vaguely when his phone made a shrill sound.

Jungkook's face had changed from cheerful to severe in a split second. You didn't like what was about to happen. 

It wasn't the first time you heard that ringing. You'd heard it more than once before, coming from the other boys' phones. Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, and the others all had the same ringtone. They ran every time it rang as if their lives depended on it.

Lifting your gaze from his phone to rest on you, you see an apologetic expression in Jungkook's eyes. 

"I know," you say with a deep breath. "You have to go." 

"I'm really sorry, YN." Jungkook was already up, ready to go back to his room to change before he went where he was asked. 

"I promise we can spend some time together when I get back. The Mario Kart game is just postponed." 

You knew it would be too late by the time he returned, and you'd be asleep. You couldn't hide your disappointment, but you also knew that whatever the ringing meant, none of your friends could do anything about it. 

Even though you still didn't know what it meant. One day when you'd just finished your long day's work with Taehyung, the same shrill, obnoxious ringtone had sounded on his phone. Your curiosity was so great that you followed him like a stalker. 

Unfortunately, your efforts were in vain because you'd lost track of him at some point. You could do nothing but return home in a defeated state. 

Against all odds, Jungkook made a move that made you freeze, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt the red blush creep into your cheeks.

Leaning down to be at your full height, Jungkook placed his lips on your head. 

"Don't be disappointed. I'll be back as soon as I can." 

Then he left you in surprise mode, sitting alone on the living room sofa.

- Somewhere in the city of Seoul, South Korea -

"Well, now that everyone's here, the meeting can begin." A man in his fifties had taken the floor.

Dressed in black from head to toe, the man sat down at the head of the table while about twenty other people - men and women - had already taken their places in chairs around the same table. Only the best guardians had been summoned; this new affair would be kept as secret as possible until they found more information about it.

"Let's get right to the point. I've called you here today because less than an hour ago, our sensors detected the presence of a spotter downtown." 

The man received all sorts of reactions from those around the table, but all had one common denominator - surprise.

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

"You mean a spotter. A demon?"

"Impossible. It's been years since we've had any demon presences or attacks." A man in his thirties had spoken up, standing out from the crowd. "At least not after the great battle ten years ago?"

"I thought we'd managed to close off all possible passages that would give them access to our world." This time a woman spoke. "Many of our brothers and sisters have died for this cause." 

Everyone began to vent their fears and deductions, creating a cacophony. Amid this din, seven people - men - remained unbothered. At least, that was the image they gave. In reality, all seven were in the same state as their colleagues. 

They also needed to understand how this was possible. But the question was, "Since how long? How long had this demon been lurking around? And why had the sensors only registered its presence now and not before?"

"Everyone, calm down." The older man spoke up, trying to bring order back to the room. 

"As I'm sure you've gathered by now, this is a serious hour." To emphasize the seriousness of the matter, the man looked each of his best fighters in turn in the eye before continuing. 

"You also know that a spotter has no flesh covering, which certainly facilitates its movements without being detected by our sensors. That's why we've asked our best technical agents to upgrade the sensors that will allow us to capture all kinds of demons, whether they have a flesh covering or not." 

"But for that, we need this spotter. We need to study them and learn more about how they are made. That's why I'm sending the Elite on this mission." 

The man turns to the seven young men who have not said a word.

"Tonight, your mission is to locate a spotter, capture it, bring it back to the Institute - alive if possible - and entrust it to the researchers for analysis and study." 

Six of the seven men look in the direction of the seventh - their leader - who is already watching them. With a simple glance, the men all show their agreement. So the seventh looks toward the eldest and gives him a single nod in response to his request. 

"You all know, of course, that when a spotter enters the mortal world, it means only one thing: the hunt has begun." 

Leaving the comfortable seat of his black leather armchair, the big boss stands up, ready to go. But before, he drops one last bombshell before ending the meeting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment we have all been dreading has finally arrived. It's time to find our target and bring them to safety, or the fate of humanity will be lost forever. There is no room for error."

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Moon's Sun | 9 | Shopping

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When you returned home, the sun was slowly rising. The wake-up call had been challenging. Your pupils were heavy, and all you wanted to do was stay home in the fresh air, thanks to the air conditioner.

When you and Jungkook got home, you didn't have the strength to drag yourself to your rooms, so you spent the night on the couch.

Also, the pungent smell of the paint on the walls of your rooms prevented you from having a decent night's rest without being unable to breathe due to the strong smell.

You were comfortable between your friend's strong arms when you woke up. However, Jungkook had a slumped position, half sitting and half lying down. His head was backward, resting on the part above the back of the sofa.

Poor guy, his neck would probably hurt when he woke up.

The first thing you did when you got up was check the thermometer. 109.4 °F (43 °C), that's what it read. No wonder you were drenched in sweat.

Then you went back to the couch to get Jungkook into a better sleeping position - trying not to wake him up, but you couldn't even if you wanted to; you couldn't. The guy is such a deep sleeper that he wouldn't wake up if a bomb exploded in the room. - before taking off his shoes.

You also went to his room to get his pillow under his head, avoiding aggravating his future neck pain.

After a nice refreshing shower, you changed into some more comfortable clothes to give the walls of your room a second coat of paint, and who knows, if you finished painting your walls and Jungkook was still asleep, you might paint his as well.

It was 3pm when Jungkook finally woke up. You had already finished painting your room and were about to finish the last wall of his room when he stuck his head through the door frame.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was hoarse and deep from his recent awakening. He was too cute. His hair looked like a soft bird's nest, and some strands were everywhere.

"I'll finish painting the walls." You say as you dip the roller into the paint before running it over the wall.

"You should have woken me." He scolded you as he rubbed his eyes, chasing the fatigue away. The tiredness was still there, you couldn't deny it, and small bags were beginning to form under his eyes. "No way. You needed to catch up on your sleep." You turn to him as you put the roll in the pot.

"Your dinner is in the microwave. All you have to do is heat it up." You tell him with a smile. Still half asleep, he nods his head before turning back and going to the kitchen.

After you finished your chores, you took a shower - another one - while Jungkook, who had just finished his shower, got dressed.

As you were painting your last remaining wall, you had an idea. Since you had nothing planned for the rest of the day, you thought it was time to give your room a makeover. And what better way to do that than buying new things for your room?

While waiting for you to finish painting, Jungkook ate his meal, sitting on the floor with his back to the end of the bed.

Besides, this would be an excellent opportunity for him to personalize his room even more by buying a piece of furniture or even some other things. And if he doesn't decide to buy anything, at least he would be excellent company, and he could always have an opinion that would help you make your purchases.

A few hours later, you and Jungkook walked through the mall corridors looking for the furniture and decoration store.

The place looked like an anthill. People were walking from one side of the mall to the other, focusing on their own business and not taking care of the others.

When you finally found your happiness, you found what you sought. For your part, you finally found the color-changing LED lights and other things. Jungkook had bought a projector lamp to turn his room into a galaxy.

When you came out of the mall, you had everything you needed to turn your room into a cozy place, unlike Jungkook, who had bought enough stuff to turn his room into a miniature museum for his superhero figurines and a gym.

You wanted your room to be where you felt safe and relaxed.

You also bought plants and flowers to put on your balcony and create a garden that would indeed become a secret garden.

You could see yourself spending your days off reading while listening to music or watching a beautiful sunset over the city in the late afternoon while watering your plants.

The wind blowing on your flowers would give off a sweet floral scent intoxicating your senses.

"I can't wait for the paint to dry and the horrible smell to go away as soon as possible, so I can finally decorate my room." Seeing you so excited even though you were tired, Jungkook couldn't help but smile.

"How about we leave the bags in the trunk and grab a bite to eat somewhere?" Jungkook could see that your bags were starting to weigh you down. Unfortunately, he couldn't help you because he was overwhelmed with his own.

"Brilliant idea! I'm starting to lose the feeling in my fingertips." Like a gentleman, Jungkook lets you go first, so you can lead him to his car, but also he can keep an eye on you.

Once you get to the car, you put your bags on the ground in front of the trunk and wait for Jungkook to open it. Still, with his bags in his hands, Jungkook moves his waist towards you. He clearly wanted to send you a message, but what?

Not understanding what he wanted, you raise an eyebrow.

"What?" Jungkook smiles, "The keys are in my right pocket." Without asking any more questions, you reach into his right front pocket and grab his car keys. Your cheeks start to heat up.

When you reached into his front pocket, you felt nothing. Did he lose his keys? Looking up, you see a smile on Jungkook's lips. "I never said they were in my front pocket."

Realizing that you had to reach into his back pocket to get his keys, your cheeks heated up even more. Trying not to show your friend how embarrassed you are, you reach into his back pocket and grab the key.

Once you have the key in your hand, you press the button to unlock his black Benz before opening the trunk and putting the bags with your purchases inside.

Meanwhile, Jungkook couldn't help but think you were cute. He liked making you blush because he thought that color looked good on you.

To refresh yourself after those long hours of working at home and shopping, you decide to sit on the terrace of a café and have a cool drink. As usual, Jungkook had an Americano while you had a Caramel Frappuccino.

"It feels good to rest a little after a long day." You nod as you sip your drink. "Nothing like a nice cold drink in this hot weather."

You talked about random things during your time on the café terrace.

Although these outings and moments together must have meant nothing to Jungkook, or at least nothing romantic, you couldn't help but imagine that these moments were dates and not just friendly.

You knew that none of this was true, but you couldn't help but dream.

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Forbidden 3│ You're Mine

Chapter’s synopsis : Although he was the one who introduced you to his friends, Jungkook doesn't like your closeness to Taehyung at all. And when you go home after a sweet afternoon filled with laughter and jokes, Jungkook is more than willing to let you know how he feels about your closeness.

Warning : Jealous Jungkook, dominant Jungkook, self-doubt, hard sex, spanking, derogatory nicknames, fingering, denial of pleasure, on the edge of pleasure, possessiveness, unprotected sex, internal ejaculating.

Word count : 8.2k

Chapter’s song : Toxic Poney - ALTÉGO, Britney Spears, Ginuwine 

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The rest of the night went well. After the incident with the photo from the previous night, I quickly put my phone on the table. It saved me from thinking about what Jungkook had said and how his words affected me.

His tone was not threatening, and I doubt it will ever come to that, but something dominant in his voice did not leave me indifferent. 

After Jungkook leaned over and said, "We'll talk about it when we get home," his hand quickly found its way to my thigh before he gave it a minimal squeeze. Every minute Jungkook pressed it, reminding me that he and no one else were in his shoes. He and no one else would have me tonight and probably for the foreseeable future.

I never liked men who were too possessive of me or of women in general. It showed they were insecure and thought their partners would go elsewhere immediately.

But with Jungkook, I saw something different. He was not insecure, which I thought was stupid. Instead, the other men had to be insecure when Jungkook was in the same room.

He had everything going for him. The height as well as a perfect physique, a body that could make any woman with functional eyes wet. His voice alone could make anyone lose their mind. Not to mention that he was incredible in bed.

No, what he had shown me tonight had nothing to do with insecurity. He was more territorial. As if he wanted me to know that no one else would ever be able to make me live and feel what I live and feel with him.

And for some reason, I was excited. 

After the newlyweds finally got the ball rolling, the guests, including me, finally got their turn on the dance floor. 

After his little scene at the table, I would not have to see Jungkook get jealous again. But, the universe had not stopped playing with his nerves and emotions for the evening.

I was quietly living my life on the dance floor with my godmother and some of my mother's bridesmaids. Jungkook had just left the dance floor to cool off as we danced to four songs together. When, out of nowhere, a guy appeared and started walking toward me. I had never seen him before; he must have been someone Jungkook knew. 

At first, I thought he knew one of the girls I was with, but I soon realized that wasn't the case when they all looked at me and asked me who he was, to which I quickly replied that I didn't know him either. Then, as time passed, he tried to get closer to me. 

Not wanting to be rude, especially during the party where my mother was in the spotlight, and risking ruining my mood and those with me, I simply ignored him. At least until he made the first move and tried to interact with me.

When I replied to him politely, everyone could see that I didn't care about him, had no desire to meet him, and doubted that I would ever have to meet him again. Instead, only one person at the party really interested me. In fact, I was looking for him at this exact moment, hoping to find him and get out of this embarrassing situation. 

During these moments, I would welcome his territorial side, even if we had nothing official, and not towards a picture on Instagram of a guy I would surely not see again soon. Especially now that we didn't live in the same city. 

Scanning the room with my eyes, I saw him a little farther away, in the company of his father and another man. 

His jacket was hanging over the back of his chair, while the shirt he was wearing now had three of its top buttons undone. His forearms were also exposed as he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his veins, which drove me crazy every time they came into view. Especially when his skilled fingers were busy giving me pleasure. 

As he sipped a beer and pretended to be interested in what the two men were discussing, his eyes fixed on me. 

I knew he had not missed anything about the stranger's approach, but he did nothing, which surprised me a little. He stood next to his father as if rooted to the ground.

Like the other guests, the stranger was dressed in a black tuxedo. He wore a white shirt under his suit jacket and a bow tie. His black hair was slightly disheveled, probably from running his fingers through it. From where I was, I could already smell the alcohol on his breath. The mixture of his perfume and the alcohol made me sick. 

I had not paid any attention to him since his arrival, and the guy in question seemed immensely annoyed by my lack of interest in him. Only Jungkook interested me, and he - Jungkook - knew it. Trying his luck, the guy leaned over to me to say something in my ear to make sure he could be heard over the music. By this time, Jungkook seemed to have snapped out of his trance, not losing any of my interaction with the stranger. 

"What do you say we go away for a while and get to know each other better?" 

I knew it. I had plenty of those types in Daegu, so I didn't have to worry about them. I learned how to turn them down. That's why I got into trouble with guys who didn't like my rejection. I had touched their ego.

Despite my rejections on several occasions, the stranger persisted. I could see that he was determined not to go home alone - or to his hotel room - but to waste his time with me.

I hadn't given up, and I hadn't given in to his complaints. In the end, when the guy saw that I was determined to have nothing to do with him, he asked me for satisfaction. The thing is, I didn't have to justify myself. No woman should have to justify ending a two-bit flirtation with a man, attractive or not. Unfortunately, this wasn't clear to everyone. 

What had begun with words had ended with physics. The stranger wrapped his frail arms around my waist, pulling me closer as if that would help me change my mind. On the contrary, it made him even more repulsive. Nothing is more unpleasant and unattractive in a person than forcing another person to do something they don't want to do, at least, I think so.

Seeing that I didn't react the way he had hoped, the guy tried to force a kiss on my lips. That was the last straw. I was so close to slapping him, but I had no pleasure.   

Everything happened so fast. One moment I was facing the man, and the next, I was facing a broad back. Even though I hadn't heard his voice nor seen his face, I recognized the person who had come between the man - probably drunk - and me. 

My body had sold out. Jungkook was having an effect on me just by being there. This was not a good sign.

When I looked over Jungkook's shoulder, I saw that the insisting man was now on the ground. Jungkook hadn't pushed him hard, just enough to get him away from me, but he was on the floor because of his condition. 

Jungkook's gesture did not go unnoticed, especially by the people around us. The woman I was dancing with came up to me and asked if I was okay. I assured them that everything was fine.  

"Jungkook." I grabbed his arm to prevent him from headbutting the guy, thus avoiding any major trouble. Still, this was our parents' wedding, and the last thing we wanted was a fight. 

"Look, man. This is my dad's wedding, so I won't cause a scene. You have five seconds to get your ass as far away from her as possible. Am I clear?" Jungkook's voice was firm and determined. It was times like this that I would hate to confront him. 

Fortunately, he had never spoken to me in that tone, and if he ever did, I don't think I could hold back the tears. Without seeing him, I was sure Jungkook was clenching his jaw as his tongue pocked his cheek. 

The guy still on the ground looked like he was going to fight but changed his mind at the last moment. Instead, a frightened glow took over his features. The guy was gone in less than two seconds, and fortunately, I wouldn't see him all night.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook sighed as his shoulders relaxed before turning around and examining me thoroughly to ensure I was okay. 

"Yeah." I didn't realize how tense I was. Only when Jungkook put his hands on me, I felt my body relax under his touch. I was afraid I would have to step in and separate them. Thankfully that didn't happen. 

"I'll leave you two seconds, and you're already in trouble." He smiled as his eyes locked with mine, but I realized there was some seriousness in what he said. 

"All the more reason to stick with me." I winked at him and returned to your table, Jungkook at my heels as I poured myself a drink. After what happened, I needed to drown it all in alcohol.

The rest of the night went well. I didn't see the stranger again, which was good because I felt I couldn't hold Jungkook this time. Several times I tried to take the glasses off his nose to find out what he had done to scare the poor guy. It's almost as if he dared to look in your direction without looking like he was about to shit himself out of fear. 

"A magician never reveals his secrets." That was all I was allowed to say before he moved on to other things. 

When midnight rolled around, it was time for the parents to cut the cake and open their presents. The guests had managed to be original and spoil them with various gifts. But nothing compared to my gift with Jungkook. 

I knew my mother and how much she loved to travel, bask in the sun, sip cocktails, and be pampered at the spa while maintaining her curious and adventurous side. My group gift with Jungkook, even though we had an ulterior motive, was the one the parents appreciated the most. Not only did it come from their children, but it would also give them a break from work. 

Two weeks in the Dominican Republic was all they needed. They would finally be able to be just the two of them, without children, without the stress of work. Just the two of them in love. 

"But wait, the flight is in the morning. We'll never have time to pack and fly in time." My mother looked at her new husband. 

But when her eyes landed on Jungkook and me, and she saw the knowing looks we gave each other, she quickly realized that we hadn't left anything to chance.

A few hours before the parents arrived and JeonSeok and Jungkook were kicked out of the apartment, Jungkook and I snuck into the parents' room to pack their bags. We made sure to leave nothing out. Swimsuits, underwear, outfits, evening wear - in case they decided to go on a more formal outing like a restaurant. Everything was there. Not to mention comfortable shoes for exploring. 

"Your flight's in five hours. Don't worry; everything is in the trunk of the car," Jungkook said with a big smile, letting the parents know that Saejun, the driver, was also an accomplice.  

The rest of the evening was summed up by Jungkook and me dancing on the dance floor. Since the incident with the stranger, Jungkook refused to leave me alone, and I thanked him for that. 

At around 3am, the parents left for the airport while the party was still in full swing. Since we were the bride and groom's children and had nothing to do the next day, since we were still on vacation and the school year would start in a few weeks, Jungkook and I stayed until the end of the party. 

The day had just started when the rest of the guests left, and Jungkook and I were finally able to go home. 

The advantage of being the bride and groom's family members and the last to leave the party was that we could say goodbye to the guests, thank them for being there, and enjoy the leftover food, desserts, and cake.

When we got home, Jungkook and I rushed to heat the food. Firstly because we were hungry and secondly because we were hoping to sober up a bit.  

We were so tired that we went to bed after finishing our plates without running the dishwasher. Too bad, we will do it when our sleep hours catch up.

Author's point of view 

Jungkook struggled to keep his composure in front of his friends. He was distracted by YN's beautiful body, which was only a few tiny steps away from him and his friends.  

Anyone with functioning eyes could see how beautiful YN was. No doubt she was a gym-goer. Her body was toned, and her curves were well-defined with ample and generous breasts and butt. Her body was delicately and generously kissed by the sun's rays, leaving traces of its passage and caramelizing her complexion to perfection.

In addition, the swimsuit she was wearing accentuated her already ample breasts, and the bottom of her swimsuit did nothing to hide what belonged to Jungkook. 

He was displeased. What right did you have to show other people what belonged to him? No one else had the right to admire the masterpiece that you were. Unfortunately, he had no say in the matter, which frustrated him the most. And even if you did, he wouldn't give himself the right to tell you what to wear and what not to wear. Even if your relationship had been real and official, and even if Jungkook wanted to think and tell you again that you belonged to him as much as he belonged to you, you belonged to yourself in the end. 

A few steps from where Jungkook was with his friends Jin and Taehyung, a group of guys didn't mind rinsing their eyes over your body. Jungkook had to do something, or he would lose his nerve.

The worst part is that you were so deep in your bubble that you didn't even notice. You didn't even know that Jungkook and his friends were on the beach just a few meters away. 

In the boys' group, they started challenging each other and betting on who would end up with your phone number. Nothing was at stake, just their pride and predatory status. The winner would be the one who not only got your number but also got you into bed. Pathetic. Luckily, you had no idea how they were talking about you. Otherwise, you would have put them in their place.

When you are done spreading your towel on the sand to enjoy the last rays of the day before going home, you lay on it, belly facing the ground, to get a little tan. 

Your skin was still wet from diving into the sea. One by one, the drops dried on your caramel-colored body. 

You were surfing Instagram to see if your godmother had removed the last photo from your mother's bachelorette party. She had, and thank God. 

You were about to put on your headphones to enjoy the rest of the day, lulled by the music on your 'chill' playlist, when the sun's rays blocked it.

Looking up, you saw a man, no doubt not much older than yourself. 

"Hi," you had to admit, the man was handsome. Tall, dark, and muscular, his skin was pale despite the beautiful days and sunshine that had recently bathed the city of Busan. His cheeks were flush, probably from the sun and the heat. 

"I saw you coming out of the water like a goddess, and I thought, why not say hello and hope to get to know you?" The guy makes himself comfortable and sits beside you on the white sand. Copying him, you sit on your towel to get a more appropriate posture and avoid a sore neck. 

"She's not interested." Before you have time to say anything, another male voice interrupts. 

Surprise is written all over your faces - the guy's and yours. You had yet to expect to see him here. Jungkook stood there, towering over you, wearing swim shorts as his only clothing and his silky brown hair fluttering in the wind despite the sun. He was gorgeous, and the sunlight behind him only accentuated that fact.

"Who are you? Can't you see that the pretty girl and I are conversing? Get lost; your presence is not wanted here." The guy stands up. He is a little shorter than Jungkook. 

You were stunned. How could someone as cute as him be so rude? You felt sorry for Jungkook, luckily, you knew him, and you knew how he would react. If you didn't, you would have felt so bad for him.

On the other hand, you knew how much Jungkook couldn't stand people talking down to him. Besides, nobody would have liked it, but Jungkook was on a different level. You could see him starting to boil, like a pressure cooker ready to explode. The contraction of his jaw and the tongue in his mouth gave him away. So you decided to intervene because you didn't want to see Jungkook get into trouble because of that rude guy. 

"Listen to me, you bastard. You see, that young lady you're trying to befriend is none other than my little sister. So if you don't want me to rearrange your face, take your little group and leave here". Jungkook steps forward and closes the distance between the other brown guy and himself. 

What a shock. Jungkook never addressed you like that. He had never told anyone in person that you were his little sister. So you were a little surprised, but you quickly regained your composure and pretended that his words didn't affect you.

The other guy also closed the distance, and that was your cue to step in before the tension between the two fizzled out and the situation got out of hand. 

"Okay, guys, let's take it down a notch." You would step between them. 

"YN, stay out of this." It was ridiculous; their staring contest to see who would give up first was pathetic. 

"Kook, please. It's not worth it. Let's go." Once again, you tried to reason with him. "We're not the only ones on the beach. There are families with children, so please have some consideration for them." 

Still proud, Jungkook wasn't the first to look away. Without making any more fuss, the guy who accosted you returns to his buddies. Angry is not enough to describe your current state. You would have expected Jungkook to show maturity in a situation like this. 

You knew he only meant well for you, but for the moment, his pissing contest had ruined the mood. 

"You're unbelievable." You sit back down on the towel that is still on the floor. 

"What? Would you rather I let him trick you?" Jungkook crouches down to be on the same level as you.

He didn't understand why you reacted the way you did. Anyone in your position would be thrilled to see their partner stand up for her. But his lack of confidence in your ability to defend yourself offended you. 

"First of all, ouch. I'm not as naive as I look, Jungkook." Annoyed, you focused on your phone and tried to ignore his presence. 

Seeing that he had upset you with his words, Jungkook rubbed his forehead as he tried to find the right words in his head so as not to offend you even more. 

"Baby, that's not what I meant." Jungkook blocks the view of your phone screen before using his index finger under your chin to get your attention. 

"I know you're not naive, and I didn't intend to hurt your feelings. It's just that..." He sighs and pauses for a moment before continuing. "I know those kinds of guys very well; those intentions weren't good towards you. You're a good girl, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you." 

It pissed him off that men these days - not all, but a large portion - see and think of women only as things to be used for their carnal pleasure. It seems that courtesy and chivalry have disappeared over the generations. But what made Jungkook even more upset was that this was happening to you. 

"I also know that you're not a damsel in distress, and I'm far from being the knight in shining armor, but as long as I'm breathing, I won't let anyone hurt you or play with you."

There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. You knew Jungkook was not a macho man who only saw women as fragile little things. And you admired that. But at the moment you couldn't decide otherwise. 

"I know. Excuse me." 

"Only if you give me a beautiful smile." His silly smile, showing his bunny teeth, triggered yours. 

"Good girl." Your heart was racing in your chest. He had never talked to you like that. You never thought you'd hear a man speak to you like that, and strangely enough, it didn't bother you. When you read about it in books, you cringed because you found it too corny. It must have been the Jungkook effect. 

"Come on, pack your things, and come with me. There are some people I want you to meet." But his primary purpose - aside from introducing you to his friends - was to put as much distance as possible between you and the group of guys who continued to stare at you without an ounce of shame.  

Once you had gathered all your things and at least put on your black jeans shorts, Jungkook took you by the hand before pulling you towards two young men sitting on towels.

"Sit down." Like yours a few moments before, a black towel on the floor, probably Jungkook's, was lying on the floor.

Sitting on the towel next to you, Jungkook continued with the introductions. 

On your left, the one called SeokJin, Jin for the intimates, dressed in a white tank top and blue swim shorts, was not unknown to you. You didn't know him personally, but he was the customer of the Paradise Hotel you had served a week ago, sitting there watching his friends play. 

In front of him was another man you vaguely remembered seeing, but you had never interacted with him directly. His name was Taehyung. 

Jungkook's two friends were just as handsome as Jungkook, and you were sure that between the three of them, they must have made hearts flutter. Luckily for you, one wasn't yours, but it was the same. 

"If I'm not mistaken, you work at the Paradise Hotel, right?" Jin tried to get the conversation going. 

"Absolutely." 

"By the way, how is your head?" When Taehyung asked you that, you hadn't immediately understood what he was implying. Then, you remember that your first encounter with Jungkook was because a volleyball hit you in the head.  

"It's okay. It had hurt for a few minutes, but the pain passed quickly". You were too busy sucking his best friend's dick back then to worry about a bit of pain in your head.

"I'm really sorry." Taehyung continued, a shy smile on his lips as he rubbed his neck. 

"Don't worry about it. It was nothing serious except that I must have lost a neuron or two." The mood was light and cheerful. The four of you had talked for hours; you had gotten to know them and vice versa. Sometimes they teased Jungkook, and sometimes they even had inside jokes. 

Sometimes you even thought his friends knew more about your relationship with Jungkook than they were letting on, but you didn't mind because as long as they didn't judge you, you were okay.

You had never laughed as much as you did that afternoon. You had your fill between Jin cracking Dad's jokes and making himself laugh and Taehyung teasing Jungkook here and there. 

You decided to end your quiet afternoon at the beach when the sun disappeared behind the horizon line and the wind became slightly cooler. 

You were the one driving home while Jungkook was on the passenger side. Jin was the one who had picked him up at your house before going to the beach. He was supposed to drop Jungkook off after their guys' afternoon, but your presence had saved him from a little detour. 

During the drive, you noticed that Jungkook was lost in thought, but you didn't want to interrupt him, so you concentrated on the road and let the music softly break the silence. Your passenger was pleased about the meeting between you and his friends. But you couldn't help but wonder if things were moving too fast between you. 

You weren't even officially a couple - and Jungkook doubted that you would ever be, although he sincerely hoped that you would be - that you had already been introduced to his friends. Given your situation, you didn't need to meet his father, at least not as a girlfriend. 

But things were going so well between you that he couldn't help but integrate you into his life and introduce you to his circle. Ultimately, Jungkook decided not to think about the situation anymore because, according to him, we would remake the world with 'but' and 'ifs.' Instead, he preferred to let things take their course and live their relationship fully and day by day. 

Coming out of his thoughts, with only a few minutes left before arriving at your destination, Jungkook broke the silence.

"This is a good day that ended well." He put his hand on your thigh as he looked at you. You couldn't look away, but you knew from his voice that he was smiling at you.

"Yeah. Your friends are really cool. A little crazy, but cool." 

"I am sure they like you too." It made you happy to hear that. 

On the other hand, although everything was going well between you and the two men, something was still bothering Jungkook. He was happy that you got along with his friends, especially since you didn't have any friends in Busan, but he was a little worried about your closeness with Taehyung. 

Unlike Jungkook, Taehyung was a person who had no problem meeting people, a very social person. Jungkook, on the other hand, was more reserved, which made it much harder for him to meet new people. And even when new people are introduced to him, he needs to help engage in conversation.

Jungkook had to do much work to overcome his fear of the unknown. He had to force himself to be sociable, reach out to people, and let them into his life without trying to push them away before he knew them. This was easier said than done, but in the end, with a lot of courage and goodwill, Jungkook succeeded.

Sure, it took some work, but he overcame his shyness and became a natural extrovert. 

On the other hand, some things never die. The natural always comes back. His insecurity was always a reserve. Especially when it came to Taehyung. The two men had been friends for a long time, but that didn't stop Jungkook from occasionally comparing himself to his friend. 

Taehyung's appearance, voice, and charm made Jungkook doubt his abilities and what he had to offer to those who tried to get close to him. So seeing you laughing and having a good time with his friends, essentially the person causing his low self-esteem, made Jungkook unhappy, not directly at you, but at himself. 

Jungkook knew that despite the short time you two had spent together, getting to know each other and fucking occasionally, he knew he could trust you. He knew that if back then you chose him, it was because you were attracted to him and no one else. 

But that wasn't enough for his insecurities. So, instead of waiting quietly in his room, letting the water flow under the bridge and thinking, letting his fears dissipate so that he could finally have a clear head, he decided to confront you with the things stuck in his head.

Just before you went to the beach, you stopped to look at the Busan stores. The mall is full of stores with beautiful clothing and items. 

You have been thinking about updating your wardrobe for a while. Today, since you have nothing better to do, you decided to go shopping.

A few hours later, on your way home, you drove past the beach. With the sun still shining in the sky, you pulled into the parking lot before getting out your new swimsuit. Usually, when you buy new clothes, you only wear them once you put them in the washing machine to remove the germs and traces of all the people who tried them on before you bought them. 

But now you had no choice but to wear it if you wanted to enter the water. Satisfied that no one was around, you rushed to change before getting out of your car and enjoying the last rays of sunlight of the day. 

You were expecting a quiet, unhurried end to the day. You undoubtedly didn't wish to be disturbed by a man looking for a booty call, let alone an angry Jungkook.

However, the evening took a nice turn when you met Jungkook's two friends. Jin was quite simple, and despite his dad's jokes, he was funny and nice to hang out with. Taehyung was a real charmer and charlatan, but he was not mean. Just like Jin, it was effortless to talk and laugh with him. 

To be honest, Taehyung was charming and a very, very handsome man. He could charm anyone with his looks in a heartbeat. However, Jungkook was the one you were most interested in. Although the time spent with him was not long ago, Jungkook had a special place that no other man could have.

You were not sure if, in the future, another man would take the place Jungkook had, so you did not dare to say that no other man would ever take his place because you did not know what the future held. But for the moment, that seemed right.        

While still on the beach, you noticed that Jungkook had very little interaction with you. You watched as Jungkook forced a smile or a laugh out of his friends when they shared funny memories with you.

But suddenly, Jungkook stopped participating in the interactions. He would just say a few words here and there. He was very evasive and lost in his own thoughts.

Even on the drive home, he was reticent, his eyes lost in the scenery as it passed. When you got home, he locked himself in his room, and you haven't seen him since. 

That was about to change because Jungkook, walking with a determined step, had just knocked on your room door, which was already open. It was empty, but only for a few seconds because you had just exited your bathroom. 

You were surprised to see him there; you didn't think you would see him today, as he had locked himself in his room as soon as you had entered the house. But there he was, in front of you, and from what you could see, Jungkook had also just gotten out of the shower. His hair was wet, and he had swapped his sleeveless tank top and beach shorts for a hoodie and gray Puma track pants. 

He looked divine. He had also just come from the barbershop, where he had just trimmed his hair. The serious look on his face made him look dangerous, dark, and very attractive. Just looking at him was enough to turn you on. 

"Is everything okay? Do you need anything?" You had to distract yourself from the appearance of the man standing before you.

"Yes," his voice was hoarse. 

"How did you find my friends?" He walked towards you like a predator approaching its prey, taking baby steps to not frighten its future victim.

"They're friendly. I liked them. Tae is very charming and easy to talk to."

Ouch, Tae. Jungkook's fears began to come true. Frowning, his dark eyes fixed on yours, Jungkook walked towards you. His jaw tensed as his steps brought him closer to you.  

"Tae?" With every step he took towards you, he made you step back. 

"Yes, Tae, Taehyung." You frowned, wondering why Jungkook reacted like that? After all, he was the one who made the decision to introduce you to his friends. 

Jungkook knew that only very few people were allowed to call Taehyung that way, and if you called him that way, it was because you had the permission of the person in question. For Jungkook, this was proof that his friend was interested in you. And since you were only his step-sister in the eyes of society, if Taehyung ever decided to try something with you, Jungkook had no right to stop him. 

For once in his life, Jungkook wanted to be selfish. He wanted to have what Taehyung would hypothetically want. 

"So you like my friends. Especially Tae." His patience was limited, and he was determined to tell you that he didn't appreciate your closeness to his friend.

"I never said that; I..." 

You didn't have time to finish your sentence. Jungkook came over and threw you against the wall. His eyes were dark, and his gaze shot out lightning bolts threatening to hit you.

Like before with the guy on the beach, Jungkook had put on his intimidating guy mask. His serious look made you shiver and went straight to your body's most sensitive and easily aroused part.

Right now, the energy coming from Jungkook screamed 'danger,' which was a fucking turn-on for you.

"Today, you decided to push my buttons, didn't you? You've been a naughty girl." Pinned to the wall, you couldn't escape. Jungkook narrowed the distance between your faces, your lips brushing against each other as he spoke to you. 

"I almost lost my temper twice because of you." 

He catches your lower lip between his teeth before speaking slowly. So slowly and profoundly, your body betrays you, trembling under his breath and touches.

"The first time, on the beach, with all the men who dared to look at what is mine."

Then he kisses you roughly, stealing your breath and making you dizzy. Faced with this gesture, his faithful friend wakes up stuck in his pants. Jungkook presses his crotch against yours, causing a wave of pleasure. 

"I was this close to rearranging his face if you hadn't intervened."

What the hell was he getting at? Did the man's closeness on the beach, plus your closeness to his friends, really put him in that situation? 

"The second time was when you were with Taehyung." He grabs your chin and forces you to look into his eyes. 

"You like other men's attention on you, don't you?" He continues to rub your intimate parts together. 

Jungkook saw red. He knew that what he was throwing at you was all bullshit and that once his insecurities were gone, he would bite his fingers off in regret. But for now, he couldn't control the shit coming out of his mouth. 

"This is bullshit," Jungkook grabbed your chin again.

"Am I not paying enough attention to you, Kitten? Um, tell me."

You melt. This is bad; you shouldn't melt at Jungkook's immature, but at the same time, so exciting attitude. Your poor heart is about to give out. You were struggling to breathe correctly. Jungkook, on the other hand, enjoyed the power you let him have over you. Because, yes, that was the case, you allow him to have a hold on you.

Seeing your chest rise and fall so fervently, desperately trying to force air into your lungs. The air that Jungkook had stolen without any effort. The lustful look you gave him made Jungkook feel powerful.

He loved the warmth emanating from your body, which crashed into his. He moved his hands around your body, grabbing your breasts between his big hands, causing you to make sensual moans that made his cock throb.

When he saw that you were about to open your mouth again, he forced his lips on hers. 

"Shh, I don't want to hear you." His mouth came closer to your ear. "You don't know how much I wanted to strip you down, fuck you hard in front of all his men and show them who you belong to." 

His harsh words awoke your pussy even more. You longed for his caresses, his long cock caressing your walls. Your pussy desperately wanted to feel every millimeter of his long, hard cock penetrating you until it kissed your womb. Or Jungkook's mouth greedily devouring your pussy as his fingers sank into you. 

"Besides, I think you deserve a little punishment, you naughty girl." 

This Jungkook was in no way the sweet, gentle Jungkook you knew. He had never shown this dark and authoritarian side.

He grabbed you by the hair before throwing you on the bed. You landed flat on your stomach on the mattress and tried to get up but were forced to stay in the same position. Jungkook's hand is on your back, forcing you to stay still.

Jungkook's hands were on your hips, forcing you to lift your ass. He pulls down your shorts and panties simultaneously, exposing your already wet and aroused pussy. Suddenly, his hand comes down on the sensitive skin of your right butt, followed by a caress to soothe the tingling sensation caused by the rough contact of his palm against your sensitive skin.

You wanted all the things that Jungkook wanted to make you feel through his spanking. Strangely enough, you wanted to be used, to be fucked. You wanted to be fucked hard and deep for hours and hours without a break. In theory, you felt you could take it all in stride, but you knew you would not be able to in practice. Your pussy would be too sensitive, and eventually, you would feel more pain than pleasure.

Jungkook's spankings only made you feel worse. You were shaking all over; your pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every noise from Jungkook's beating. The tears were in your eyes, but you had no idea why they were there. The only thing you knew was that it felt delicious and that the man standing at the foot of the bed, right behind you, enjoyed giving you pleasure through pain. 

Ending your torture, a hand slipped unhesitatingly between your ass cheeks before reaching its main target, then his fingers dug roughly into your pussy. You moaned as his fingers sank deep into you, hitting soft, smooth walls well lubricated by your wetness. 

Just as suddenly as his fingers found their way into you, they found their way out the same way, leaving a slimy trail running down your thighs. 

"You belong to me, YN." Jungkook's voice was unrecognizable to you. It wasn't the first time you saw him acting out of lust, but this lust was mixed with something dark, something deeper.

"I can do whatever I want to you." His hand fell again on the poor right cheek of your beautiful, plump, round ass. 

"And now I want to turn your pretty little ass a nice pinkish red, which I'm sure will look great on you." Jungkook started the spanking with light slaps to continue his crescendo strokes. He was fascinated by the swaying and undulating of your ass under his care. Jungkook was an ass man. Beautiful butts like yours attracted him more than anything else.

As you were spanked, you felt your lower cheeks heat up as your pussy contracted into the void, calling out for his cock and inviting him to penetrate you as fast and hard as possible. Your sobs and moans really excited the person responsible for your current state. 

Your breathing quickened as Jungkook ended the series of spankings with a final one so sharp that the lines of his hand were imprinted on your already reddened skin.

The pain was there, but the lust and desire were over everything, so much so that you felt like you were going to die in this position, on all fours on your lover's bed, your back arched, pussy swollen, not knowing how much this was pleasing and exciting Jungkook even more. 

From time to time, while his hand was still touching your sensitive skin and your pussy was collecting all the pleasure flowing through you and going straight to it, you would hear Jungkook's grunts. 

Hearing them gave you the courage to bear the pain and all the torture. You just hoped that the game would be worth the candle. 

"Turn around." Without further ado, at the risk of making him even angrier than he already was, you turned around in the bed to face him. 

You were surprised to find him already naked. His clothes were on the floor while Jungkook stood naked before you, his erect cock, large and bright red at the tip. You loved the combination of his well-built body with his erect and swollen cock. It was out of the norm; at least, it was different from all the dicks you had ever seen. You had only seen three in your life - Jungkook's was the third, but he didn't need to know that.

"Open your mouth wide." Jungkook pushed into your mouth. 

"That's right," Jungkook growled. "Wet it well. Make sure it's well lubricated because I plan on shoving it deep into your tight fucking pussy. I'm going to spread your fucking hole nice and wide with my big cock, and you better be able to take it all, nice and easy."   

Jungkook pumped mercilessly into your mouth, and you struggled for air. Your jaw felt like it would break under the pressure of his bulk.

This went on for a good minute before Jungkook pulled out completely. Running out of strength and oxygen, you collapsed on the mattress, hoping to regain your strength. But Jungkook had other plans for you. He wanted to keep you the way you were. Weak and more...shall we say cooperative. 

Positioning you on all fours again on the bed with your head on the pillows, Jungkook slid two fingers right into your pussy, sinking into your wetness. As you began to arch your back, Jungkook gave you two final hard slaps on each buttock. 

He pumped you relentlessly, happy to see how much your pussy swallowed his fingers. As Jungkook wrapped his fingers around you, you moaned so loudly with pleasure that your voice echoed off the room's four walls and sounded like a beautiful symphony in Jungkook's ears.

He played with you and your moment of weakness for a while before he pulled out of you. You felt like you were going to die. You wanted to feel him inside you; you couldn't wait until Jungkook decided to dive into you. He had to do it quickly, or you would die of impatience.

As Jungkook leans in to whisper in your ear, the base of his cock rubs against your pussy as it is about to sink into you once and for all, freeing you from your ordeal. 

"I think we've played enough, don't you?" The look you gave him out of the corner of your eye gave Jungkook a feeling of pure, primal pleasure.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't remember who you are. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll pass out, and when you wake up, you'll feel me inside you for days. 

And so he found himself the next second with his cock deep inside you. With the weight of his body against yours, you didn't have the strength to support both of you, so you collapsed on the bed with Jungkook still on top of you, pressing you against the mattress. 

True to his words, Jungkook fucked you hard and without mercy. A hard, pounding fuck that forced you to beg him again and again, to beg him to let you come when pleasure knocked at your door.

Only Jungkook didn't want to be merciful to you. Were you lenient with him when you got close to his friend? Were you lenient with him when you forced him to watch you laughing and giggling with Taehyung when he had not said a word for almost the rest of the evening?

Or when you came home and lived your life while Jungkook himself was not well? No, you weren't. So why would he be like that towards you? That's why he had decided to torture you even more because what he had put you through wasn't good enough. 

"You want to come?" You gasped as you felt your orgasm coming on, and even though Jungkook wasn't far away either, he didn't want to end his little game. So he stopped all movements and kept his cock hotly pressed into your little pussy, which tightened around him, making it even harder. 

"You're going to have to be patient, baby." 

"No!" You whimper. "Please, let me come. Please."

"I love to hear you beg." He throws his head back, a pretty predatory smile on his delicious lips before pistoning dry inside you. 

"You want to come, right?" Another hard thrust.

You began to see stars; each time, his words were accompanied by a sharp push that made him thrust hard into you as the head of his cock chastely kissed your womb. 

"Please, Koo, I can't hold it any longer." 

"Don't call me that." Another push and your ears began to ring as your vision began to blur. 

"You have no right to call me that right now, angel." His blows became harder and harder. 

Jungkook's broad hand snaked around your neck, and his face moved closer to yours. His lips on yours were warm and wet. 

"But I'm still going to give you the pleasure just because you were a good girl and took everything I gave you." Yes! Finally! It was high time he gave you what you wanted because you didn't feel you could take what he had in store. 

Your body began to go limp in a helpless way. You wanted to come then and be conscious that all your efforts were not in vain.  

"Then fucking come." That's all he said before he started pumping into you like crazy. 

The tip of his cock not only kissed your uterus properly, causing a multitude of shivers to run down your body, but his cock also caressed your G-spot, the most sensitive and eager spot inside you. 

And in no time, you and Jungkook were at the edge of the cliff, jumping off in unison, hand in hand. Both figuratively and literally. While you buried your head in the pillows, Jungkook took your hand before squeezing it hard as his pleasure invaded his body and mind.

He emptied his balls into you. His semen poured into you, painting your walls with his color.

Jungkook stayed inside you for a while, waiting to catch his breath. Then when his breath and strength returned, He rolled over you before lying on the bed beside you. You didn't move anymore; you couldn't anyway. You could not move anymore; none of your muscles obeyed you. 

"Holy shit. That was something." Jungkook laughed as he was still a little dazed. 

Not seeing you react, Jungkook was worried. Turning his head to your side, he saw you in the same position he had left you.

"Baby?" You didn't answer. 

"Baby, fuck." His voice had lost any hint of cheerfulness and was overwhelmed with worry.

"Honey, answer me." Jungkook knelt on the bed and turned you over so you were on your back. 

But his worry disappeared as quickly as it came when he saw a big smile on your lips. 

"You little..."

Your laughter echoed around the room.

"Did you think you killed me, Jeon?" When you finally opened your eyes, you saw a shocked look on his face.

"You won't get rid of me anytime soon." You could see the tension on Jungkook's shoulders disappear, replaced by relief. 

"I thought you passed out." 

Jungkook resumes his position beside you and takes you in his arms, bringing your two shiny, exhausted bodies together. Your back is pressed against Jungkook's torso while his limp cock is wedged between your reddened ass. 

"A few more poundings, and I'd pass out." You laugh at your misfortune, and Jungkook follows. 

Comfortable, wrapped in his body warmth, you let Morpheus take you in. But before you fell into the limbo of sleep, you heard Jungkook say vaguely: 

"You are mine." Then you let his soft breathing rock you.

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Viagra Prank On Best Friend

Synopsis: Enjoying the sunny day, you were having a nice quiet day in the park with Jungkook and the rest of your friends. But your rest was short-lived when one of your friends, Park Jimin, decided to let his little goblin dictate his actions and kept harassing you all day long. With revenge running through your veins, you chose to make him pay. But what happens when your spell falls on someone other than your target?

Viagra: A drug used to treat erectile dysfunction. Viagra relaxes the smooth muscle of the penis to allow increased blood flow and erection.

Warning: Viagra use; mention of alcohol; jk!dom; masturbation; shared pleasure; derogatory nicknames; multiple orgasms; explicit sexual scenes; the rest is up to you 😉.

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n.a : English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. It's been a long time since I wrote this story, but like my other stories, I wasn't happy with it, so I rewrote it completely. I hope you like it. Enjoy your reading, and please don’t forget to vote and comment 😁.

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It was a beautiful day. You had the day off from work, and you and your friends decided to spend it in a park near your home. Usually, you would have been at work, but after replacing a colleague absent the day before, your manager had given you the day off. 

Before going to the park to enjoy the sunshine, you had arranged to meet friends at your apartment. Your apartment, which you share with your childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. 

You and Jungkook have known each other since you were three years old and he was four. You met through your parents. When you were the youngest of three boys, your parents decided to move out so each child could have their own room. 

When you had just moved to Mandeok-dong, one of the three districts of Buk-gu in southern Busan, your parents decided to get to know their new neighbors. They invited them over for a barbecue. Immediately, you and young Jungkook became good friends. 

Over the years, Jungkook became your Clyde, and you became his Bonnie. Despite your slight age difference, the other would follow wherever you went or wanted to go. And today was no different. 

That's why you followed him the next year when you heard that Jungkook was going to the capital to continue his studies after graduating from high school. 

You have been sharing an apartment in the Sinchon district for five years. It's an excellent student area near the bars and nightclubs. But the advantage of living in Sinchon is that it is quiet, unlike its neighbor Hongdae. Hongdae is mainly known for its bars and nightclubs and can be very noisy on weekends.

Your apartment is a little small, but it is perfect for you. Two bedrooms of 53.8 sq ft (15 m²), a spacious living room, and an open kitchen. You even have a balcony and a bathroom with a shower and toilet. Well, as far as the bathroom goes, you only have one, but it's easy enough for you and Jungkook to share. 

Usually, your classes are in the afternoon, except for one or two. Jungkook's classes are mainly in the morning. And even if you don't have classes, or you're on vacation, or even on the weekend, it's no problem. Jungkook is a very early bird, and you usually wake up in the late morning or early afternoon. 

Also, most of your friends, let's say the closest ones, you met through Jungkook. He met all six friends through work, university, and even at the many student parties he attended before you arrived. You got along well right away. Some more than others. 

But of all the friends and acquaintances you had made, your favorites were still Jungkook's six best buddies. 

It's fascinating how the seven have such different and complementary personalities. While Jin and Hoseok are energetic and outgoing, Yoongi is more reserved. Namjoon is very intelligent. His mature and intellectual side can make you think he is earnest, but when you get to know him, you realize he is a child trapped in an adult's body. Jimin is a mixture of all of them, with a touch of malice - not in a derogatory way - and sensuality. On the other hand, Taehyung and Jungkook are absolutely the same people in two different bodies. Both have kept their childish souls; they have a touch of immaturity but know how to be mature when necessary.

But it's total chaos when all seven are in the same room. They are all childlike, funny, loud, and very friendly. They were made to meet. No doubt about it. Their friendship is healthy and fun to watch. 

By the way, you have a pleasant time with them in the park. You and Jungkook have made plans with the other six to come and join you at your place before shopping for a picnic in the park, but you also buy some things for the after-party at your house, as usual.

Jungkook is over the moon. It touches him how his friends welcomed you as soon as you arrived. At first, he thought that because of your age difference with them - knowing that you are six years younger than Jin, the oldest - he was afraid that he would only see you as the kid you used to be before they got to know the person you are. Fortunately, this was not the case; on the contrary.

When Jungkook met with the other six, and you weren't with him, he would get scolded for not bringing you. The great girl that you were - and having three brothers older than you, you understood that they needed a boys' night out sometimes. 

But to see you laughing at Jin's awful dad jokes, discussing books with Namjoon. Or joining Jimin's harmless flirtations, exchanging music tastes with Yoongi, getting into Hoseok's madness, and taking care of Taehyung when he let his childish side out, was enough to sweep away his fears. 

Sitting on the floor sipping his lemon ginger kombucha, he looked at you with a big smile while you were busy chasing Jimin. He has stolen your cell phone and has run away with it.

All day long, Jimin teased you. First, he made fun of your top. He said that it look exactly what little girls wear. Then the pizza incident. And now your cell phone. 

You were looking at the latest picture one of your acquaintances posted on Instagram - showing off his chiseled abs - when Jimin stole your phone. As if that wasn't enough, he liked the photo and teased you about your nonexistent crush on him. 

"Koo," Jungkook smiled when he saw you join the group, sulking. He knew very well that you wanted him to help you save your phone from the clutches of the big bad Jimin because of the complaint in your voice. 

Still smiling, Jungkook put down his drink and stood up without saying anything. 

"Oooo" The five boys, who, like Jungkook, hadn't missed anything of your cat-and-mouse game with Jimin, started to laugh. 

"Bye-bye, Park." Hoseok waved goodbye to Jimin, who was catching his breath a few meters away from you, your phone in hand. 

"It was nice meeting you," Taehyung added while the other two laughed. 

Hoseok took out his phone, as usual, to film what happened next. 

Only a little happened. Jungkook has trained for a few years, especially in weight lifting and boxing. Since then, he has gained mass and muscles. The Jungkook you have in front of you today differs from the one you knew and grew up with.

He was a shy boy. He didn't talk to anyone except a few kids, friends of his family. And least of all to girls. Besides his mother, you were the only female person he was with. It's almost as if he hid from them so he wouldn't have to talk to them. 

In your youth - not that you were old - you had received many threats from girls who had a crush on your best friend. 

But in his eighteen years, something had changed. It was as if he had become more aware of his charm, beauty, and power over girls. 

He had always been an athlete. Taekwondo, archery, bowling, running, baseball, and many other sports. But from the moment he turned twenty, he joined the gym, and since then, he's been called "the muscle man" or "Kangouru." Then, two years ago, he started boxing. Since then, no one has dared to mess with him. 

And that's how you took your phone back. Jimin, who saw you calling your protector, was smart enough to bother you, but he quickly stopped when he saw Jungkook breaking the distance between them. 

Jimin may have been fast, but his legs were shorter than Jungkook's. Now let's add long legs to speed, and we'll soon have the result. Jimin knew that he wouldn't be able to compete with Jungkook, so he gave up willingly.

Kneeling on the ground, he calmly raised his hands in the air, in peace. Without wasting any more time, Jungkook snatched the phone out of his hand and turned to give it back to you. But before he did, he slapped Jimin on the back of the head, which made the other group members and you laugh. 

"Here, princess." Jungkook hands your phone back to you as he sits beside you again. 

"Thanks." You lean towards him before kissing his cheek as a sign of gratitude. 

When Jimin joins you, everyone has been teasing him. They laugh at his "weak" submission to Jungkook. 

At the end of the day, as night fell, you all decided to call it a day and finish the evening at your apartment. But first, you made a little detour to the gas station. Of course, Jimin didn't fill the tank before joining you. 

While browsing through the station's convenience store shelves, you made a pretty exciting find. You had found some products for - how shall I put it - having a great with a partner. But what caught your eye the most was finding a box of Viagra. 

Do people really buy this stuff in this place? 

That's when an idea - maybe not the brightest you've ever had - popped into your little head. 

"He deserved it."

By the time they got home, everyone had settled in. As usual, the first thing Jungkook did when he got home was to put on some music. Then you started eating and drinking what you had bought on the way. 

"I'll take care of the drinks." For your birthday, Jungkook got you a drink and cocktail-making machine. It cost him a fortune, but it served you well during parties, especially the ones where Yoongi was present, which was all the time.

When the drink for Jimin was ready, you drew your purchase for tonight. Yes, the little devil sitting on your shoulder won the angel. 

To get back at him for all the frustration and annoyance the devilish little friend caused you, you put a Viagra pill in his drink. 

You decided to grind up a few pills - three of them - to make a powder that would be easier to hide in the drink. 

Only fate wasn't on your side. As you were about to put some of the Viagra powder into the drink for Jimin, you accidentally spilled the whole pile when you heard Jungkook's voice coming from the kitchen.

"Hey, love, are you okay? Do you need some help?" You tried as hard as you could to act like nothing was wrong. 

"No. I'm done." 

""Perfect. Let me help you with these." Jungkook grabs a few drinks before joining your friends in the living room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." This was not good news. 

Jungkook and Jimin had asked you to make them the same drink, and it looked like Jungkook had taken both drinks. You couldn't tell which drink belonged to who. So there were two possibilities. 

The first was that you were lucky, and the glass meant for Jimin was in his hands. 

The second was that the Viagra-christened glass was Jungkook's. And that is terrible news. 

You had to stop Jungkook before it was too late. You will find an excuse in a moment. Right now, you had to stop him. 

Your suspicion of lousy luck was confirmed when you arrived at the living room and saw that the two people you were worried about had finished their drinks. 

"Shit." 

The next sixty minutes were an ordeal. You analyzed every move and action of each of the two men. But nothing, no sign of the effects of Viagra. Neither of them showed any signs of embarrassment, nor did they try to hide their crotches.

Maybe turning Viagra into a powder reduces the effects or doesn't work. Or so you hoped.

"It's getting late, and some of us work tomorrow." Namjoon was the first to get up and leave, then they all went home, leaving you and Jungkook alone. 

While all of your friends were gone and you were in your bedroom after helping Jungkook with the garbage and washing the glasses and plates, you had gotten dirty. 

It's been a few minutes since Jungkook was alone, in the dark, sitting on the couch, staring into the void, hoping to understand what was happening to him.

Just a few hours ago, everything was going so well. But for the last hour or so, Jungkook has felt, how can he put it? He could not move without hiding the huge erection between his legs.

Thinking that a good cold shower and night's sleep would fix everything, Jungkook went to his room, removed his clothes, and turned on the shower. 

Without waiting for the water to heat up, he jumped under the water, the cold doing nothing to ease his rock-hard erection. 

That's when Jungkook's thoughts turned to you.

Your face.

The sound of your voice.

Your eyes. 

Jungkook grabbed his dick and started pumping it. On the one hand, he felt terrible. He never thought he'd be able to have such thoughts about his best friend. And yet, he'd been trying to hide his feelings for you for a few years. 

It all started when you were sixteen years old when you and your parents went on vacation to France. Something had changed in you. You were no longer the little girl he had promised to protect for the rest of his life. You were not yet a full-grown woman, but you were in transition. 

Like a caterpillar in its cocoon, waiting for its time to escape and show the world what a magnificent creature it had become. 

Back then, you were still in the cocoon phase, yet Jungkook had his eyes on you. You didn't leave him indifferent to your charm. It hurt him when you had your first boyfriend at eighteen, but he didn't give himself the right to interfere with your happiness. That bastard showed his true colors and broke your heart two years later. Jungkook didn't hold back from telling him the truth at that time. They even came to hands, and you were scared. Not of Jungkook or the repercussions, but you were afraid for him.

For a while, you blamed yourself. You thought that if your friend lost his temper and became violent towards your ex, it was because of you. Jungkook scolded you and tried to make you understand it wasn't your fault. If your ex got some hits from him, he deserved it. 

Jungkook put a hand against the wall while the water - which had become hot by now - ran over his body. Spraying his head and shoulders before running down the rest of his body. 

In his head, many images pollute his thoughts. As he closed his eyes, letting his hand bring him the relief he desperately sought, the image of you, bent over the bed, appeared in his mind. The sound of your exhalations, grunts, and screams were melodies to his ears. 

He thrust harder into the fist that held his cock, the image of your bare ass bouncing with each thrust. He imagined the warmth of your ass as he spread your cheeks to dive deeper into your hot pussy. He wondered how wet you would be for him. Ready for him. 

The thought made his cock throb. 

He imagined everything he would do to you if he dared to take you and make you pay for what you did to him. 

Jungkook could see himself spanking your ass. Increasing your arousal. He wouldn't stop even after you squeezed around his cock, and he spat his cum into you. He would continue his movements until you greedily milked his cock like the little slut he knew you were in private. 

He would turn your punishment into a power play. Jungkook wanted to possess you. At least in his deepest fantasies, he did. He owned you. He held your pain, your pleasure, your complaints, your screams, your moans, and your pleas. You were at his mercy.

He was transported to the moment when you would have come, surrendering to the pleasure he would have caused. To that moment when you would be his. He could see himself kneeling behind you, spreading your lower lips before feasting on your pussy. Fucking you again with his tongue until you begged him to stop. Which, of course, he wouldn't. And it didn't matter how sensitive you were from your previous orgasms. For once in his life, he was going to be selfish. Put his desires before yours.

Jungkook threw his head back as the drops of water stung his face like needles and breath heavily after emptying his balls on the floor. 

Jungkook collapsed forward, heart pounding, cock still throbbing on his big hand, and when he regained his senses, he opened his eyes.  

He wanted not to come in the shower but to come all over you. Cover your pussy, belly, and breasts with his cum to soak you entirely with his smell. Of him. 

Once out of the shower, Jungkook grabs a towel and rubs the soft cloth over his skin as he makes his way to his room. 

Even though he relieved himself in the bathroom, his erection and desire for you hadn't gone away. He wanted more. Much more. But he knew that what he wanted most was not going to happen. 

And so he found himself on his bed, his fist again wrapped around his length as he tried to relieve himself, with only his thoughts and fantasies of you for support.

It was after two in the morning, and you couldn't sleep. Your little vendetta was getting to you. You shouldn't have done what you did. Sure, it wasn't like you killed anyone, but you still felt bad for the friend who fell on the glass with the Viagra. 

The effect of a typical pill was four or even five consecutive hours, but since you had broken more than one pill, you did not know if this would increase the effective rate. Courage for the one who fell on the Viagra glass.

Still unable to sleep, you tossed and turned in your bed until your stomach began to rumble. What better way to swallow your guilt than a little midnight snack. There were a few things left over that you had bought on the way over, so you decided to make something good to satisfy your hunger. 

The apartment was plunged into darkness; only the lights of the street lamps and the moonbeams provided light. Your footsteps broke the silence that had taken over your living space until your stomach decided to make its presence known. 

Your stomach was acting up, growling louder and louder as your hunger grew with every step you took toward the kitchen. But one thing caught your ears on the way. 

As you passed the door to Jungkook's room not far from yours, you heard noises - or, more like grunts. To be sure, you put your ear to the door and waited for your suspicion to be confirmed. 

When you were little and Jungkook used to come to your house for sleepovers, you'd sometimes wake up in the middle of the night because of your best friend's whining. He used to have heavy nightmares. With all the horror and gore movies he watched - and continues to watch - it didn't work in his favor. 

Another grunt is heard, and you don't even knock on the door before entering his room. 

What a big mistake you have made.

They say you shouldn't wake a person up during a nightmare because it can increase their state of fear and confusion. That's why since you were a little girl, you were the one who took care of Jungkook after his nightmare. Hugs, caresses, and comforting words always worked. Even after his twenty-five years, it still worked.

Only you didn't expect to see what was happening in front of you. 

Your childhood best friend was lying on his bed, the covers and his clothes on the floor, while his hand was firmly around his cock, masturbating.

As your eyes locked, you were paralyzed by shock. Never would you have considered seeing your longtime best friend naked and pumping himself. 

"Sorry." You say it with a stammer, shock, and embarrassment. Then you come out as quickly as you came in.

What the hell just happened? With your hand on your chest, just above your racing heart, your back against the door, you try to catch your breath and force yourself not to think about what you saw. 

"It's him." The light bulb appeared above your head. This was it; you had found your victim. Unfortunately, your move was botched. Seeing Jungkook in his state, you finally understood that, unfortunately, it was not Jimin who fell on the glass with the Viagra but Jungkook. 

"Fuck. What should I do now?" You couldn't just leave him to his fate. After all, you were the one who got him into this mess. The least you could do was to tell him the truth. 

He deserved to know. 

You decide to return to his room, but you remember to knock on the door this time.

"Kook?" You couldn't hear anything. Jungkook didn't make a sound, but you knew he wasn't sleeping, not on such short notice. 

You opened the door to let Jungkook know you were there. 

"Yeah, come on in." Unable to look him in the eye, you looked at the wall behind him. This time you hadn't met a naked Jungkook. The blanket that had been on the floor a few minutes before was now on the bed, covering his nakedness. 

Only the part below his pelvis was covered; the rest was not. His hair was soaked, his face and torso shining. His chest rose and fell hard due to his irregular breathing. 

Jungkook didn't know what was happening to him. It started sometime before their friends left. This was the third time he tried to jerk off when you showed up unexpectedly. 

"Koo, I have something to tell you." Despite the shame, you approached before sitting on the edge of the bed next to Jungkook. 

"I'm listening." His voice was hoarse, and he looked pretty bad from exhaustion. 

You still admired your friend; despite the fatigue and frustration, he remained calm and was willing to listen to you without complaining. 

"I may have messed up."  

Jungkook was in alarm mode. What could you have done? 

"You see, all day long, Jimin has been pestering me. He really got on my nerves. I usually manage to control myself and sometimes even join in with his flirtatious games, but today it seems like this was the last straw". 

You could see the incomprehension in his eyes, but he didn't say anything; he continued to listen to you and tried to understand as much as possible.

"It could be that out of sheer frustration and a great desire to get even, I decided to take my revenge on Jimin." Jungkook raises an eyebrow and encourages you to continue. He wasn't stupid. Now that he knew you had something to do with his current state, he had a little idea of what you did. All he needed was to hear you say it, loud and clear, to dispel his suspicions.

"Revenge, how?" He was waiting for you to get to the bottom of your thoughts. To tell him once and for all what you had done. 

Swallowing your saliva with great difficulty, you thought of the most conformist way to reveal your stupidity to him without him taking it badly. 

"When we were at the convenience store at the gas station, I came across some," you said. You paused for a moment before continuing.

"Viagra." Your gaze leaves his as he lets out a plaintive hiss and tilts his head back. The guilt gnawing at you increased. 

"You did what?" An accusatory tone accompanied his words, and you made yourself small. Seeing your best friend in that state, you thought you should have supposed twice before carrying out your little vendetta. Or pay more attention when Jungkook comes into the kitchen to help you with the glasses.

You should have stopped him when you had the chance. Unfortunately, the damage was done; you couldn't fix your mistake. You had no choice but to live with the consequences of your actions and hope you had learned your lesson. You would be more careful the next time you decide to take revenge on Jimin - or anyone else. 

Looking back into his eyes, you could see something dark and malicious taking over.

"Look, Koo, I'm sorry." You jump out of bed as Jungkook pokes the inside of her cheek with the tip of his tongue. 

When you're slowly backing away from the bed to the door, Jungkook jumps out of bed. 

"Sorry." You shake your head before trying to run away. 

You made it to the door even though you knew you wouldn't make it. Jungkook was much faster than you. He was taller. At six feet tall, his legs were longer than yours. Three steps for you was one step for him.

On top of that, he was stronger. So when the door closed after you managed to open it, you weren't surprised. 

With your back pressed against the wooden door platform and Jungkook's leg between yours, towering over you with his height, you knew you were in trouble. 

You weren't afraid. You knew for sure that Jungkook would never hurt you. But you also knew that Jungkook was not himself. He was under the influence of Viagra - and not just one. His primal side was telling him what to do. He wanted to fuck you until you forgot who you were. 

You had to admit that you were still excited despite fearing what would happen in the next few moments. You wanted to do what Jungkook had planned for you. You wanted to indulge all his desires and darkest fantasies.  

To hell with the consequences of your actions. For now, you wanted to belong to him completely. For a brief moment, you forget that the man before you was your best friend since childhood. You saw him only as the man he was.

Jungkook held you tightly against the door. Looking at you, your breath came out in sharp gasps as your bare chest against the thin fabric of your shirt, your nightgown against his. You tried to take in the air as Jungkook pressed it out of you. 

You felt this strong attraction, as strange as it was for him. This sexual attraction was not only physical; it was spiritual as well as physical. This feeling - good or bad - is what comes between two strangers. And you weren't strangers. It's just that feeling... no, you were confused.

You stayed like that, your eyes locked, and you felt his cock against your belly, hard and thick and ready for you. 

"That wasn't right, what you did, baby." He whispered.

The next moment he wrapped his hand around your wrists and pinned your arms above your head. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. 

"I think it's time you were punished for your actions." 

His eyes swept over your face before settling on your mouth. 

"Be sure of one thing, YN. I'm going to fuck you." He had no restraint left. Excitement overtakes reason. "And believe me when I tell you I don't plan to stop. Not even if you beg me to." 

You swallowed, feeling your nipples harden against the soft fabric of your long shirt. You hated yourself for this. You hated your body for it. Responding to the sound of his voice like the good, obedient little slut you were. 

Jungkook tilted his face up to where your pulse beat against the sensitive skin of your neck. When his tongue slid over the treacherous vein in your neck, you had lost whatever reason you had left. He knew you were horny. He also knew that despite the facade you were trying so hard to project, you were horny.

Tilting his head toward you, he kissed you. He kissed your lower lip, moaning as he sucked on it. Feeling his warm, naked body against yours, you did nothing but accept what he was giving you. And you let it happen without flinching.

When you tilt your head back, he follows your movement and kisses you full on the lips, taking advantage of your weakness to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

Switching positions, he leads you to his bed without breaking the kiss. As soon as the back of your knees touches the end of the bed, Jungkook pushes you down onto the mattress so that you sit on the edge before his big hand rests on your chest. Unlike his words, his gestures were soft. Somewhere beneath that dominant layer, you found the gentle and caring Jungkook for a moment. 

Your back gently touched his mattress. His head was level with your crotch before he slowly moved up your body, leaving kisses on your skin, starting from your stomach to your neck. 

Leaning on his hands to keep his weight from crushing you, Jungkook leaned closer to you, so close that his lips brushed against you, making you shiver. 

"I feel you, YN," he whispers. "I can feel your sex. And I bet you'd get wet if I put a hand between your legs."

You didn't even dare to move or breathe, obsessed with Jungkook. He looked at you, challenging you, and when he saw that you were still silent, he backed away victorious. 

On the other hand, the look in your eyes showed him you were disappointed that he had put a distance between you. You wanted to taste him; you wanted him. 

"Don't be disappointed, baby." He laughed. "I'm not done with you." 

He grabbed your ankle with one hand and pulled you closer to the edge of his bed, catching you off guard. And you couldn't hide the small gasp of surprise that escaped the barrier of your lips. With the other hand, he took his length, and your eyes locked for the thousandth time of the evening. He began to pump himself. You tried as hard as possible to keep your eyes on his face. His angelic face with burning eyes and lips were swollen from your service. 

"Spread your legs." His voice was so deep that it held such power and influence over you that you couldn't control yourself and did as he commanded. 

It was only a matter of seconds before your panties fell to the floor in shreds, and he dove headfirst for your pussy. The soft wetness of his tongue on your sex, licking you, tasting you as his hand snaked to your clit. He began to play with your hardened clit.

Jungkook didn't have any doubts anymore; he didn't leave you indifferent. 

You grabbed the blanket with all your strength as Jungkook ate you without mercy. His tongue worked skillfully, and the pleasure became unbearable as you struggled against him, not wanting to give in immediately. He understood what you did. 

 You had quickly lost the battle when Jungkook slid his tongue inside you, his fingers rubbing even more fervently on your clit, leaving you no choice but to come. He was relentless. 

You arched your back as your hand got lost in the dark strands of his hair, pressing him even harder against you. Without being able to do anything else, you tightened your leg around his head, and reluctantly, Jungkook had to stop torturing your clit to spread your legs and immobilize you. 

As Jungkook continued to suck hard on your clit, your eyes were tightly closed, and you bit your lips to stifle a scream of pleasure. He licked your pussy, starting from your slit to the hard core of your clit. He took his time, tasting every inch of you, teasing you at every opportunity.

All of this continued until you could no longer fight the pleasure that was selfishly building up inside you again. Your back rose from the mattress as your hand gripped Jungkook's hair harder, making him grunt and increasing your pleasure.  

When your pleasure subsided, Jungkook stood up.

"I think I just found my favorite meal." With the back of his hand, he wipes the traces of his crime from you.

Your eyes turn to the hand that held his cock, pumping with a firm grip, making you lick your lips, eager to taste it in turn.  

"Suck me, YN." Damn, you've been waiting for this.

Rising from the bed, you approach the edge before dropping to your knees in front of him, your mouth wide open, ready to swallow him. His salty taste, the soft skin around his heavy, hard cock enters your mouth, and automatically, your warm wet lips wrap around his length. 

Jungkook fucks your mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into your throat, and you take him greedily. His movements take your breath away, but you don't say anything; who needs air to live anyway? 

His cock became incredibly thick in your mouth as your tongue caressed his girth. His hand in your hair tugged at a few strands, and the pain of his gesture went straight to your pussy, which throbbed and clenched around the emptiness. 

You started to play with your clit, but when Jungkook realized what you were doing, he tugged at your strands again. 

"Stop what you're doing." But you couldn't; you had no control over your body anymore. And with Jungkook pulling your hair, it was even worse; your need to come again only grew.

Knowing full well that he would force you to stop, you rubbed your clit faster and faster, bringing out your moans and making his cock twitch. 

"Fuck, YN. Stop." His head tilted back, trying to keep his eyes open as he tried to regain control of the situation. 

The throbbing of his cock in your mouth gave him away. You knew it wouldn't be long before he spilled his cum, and you were ready to swallow every last drop. 

Jungkook pushed you, and he stopped when your head rested on the edge of the bed. You could feel the first streams of cum running over your tongue and traveling to the back of your throat. 

Then finally, he pulled out, taking his cock in his grip, his grip tight around his cock as streams of cum covered your neck and ran down the valleys of your breasts. He had fulfilled one of his fantasies and claimed you as his own. Claiming you. Owning you. 

Not happy that you still had a last barrier of fabric hiding your beautiful body from his view, he reached over and tore off your nightgown with a grunt. 

"I like that better." Stepping back again, he didn't mind looking at you hungrily. First, your face, then your eyes. 

Following the path of his cum on your body, he looked at your breasts, your stomach, and your sex.

He couldn't hold back anymore. He had waited long enough for you. Now that you were in his grip, he would never let go. 

Jungkook grabbed your forearm and lifted you up before pushing you back onto the bed and getting on top of you again. At first, he just looked at you before touching your inner thigh and gently stroking your sex with his fingertips.

His fingers settled on both sides of your pussy before he opened your lips. The way he took a breath, you thought he would say something, but he didn't. Jungkook looked at you as if he wanted you to understand that he had the power. That you finally belonged to him. That you belonged to him and no one else.

Grabbing his cock, Jungkook positioned himself between your spread legs. And as he looked down at you, the tip of his cock, swollen and reddened with excitement, stroked your lower lips. Your entrance was wet and warm, making it easier for Jungkook to enter you. 

With a sharp thrust, he pushed his length into you, eliciting a cry of surprise and pleasure from you. You clung to him as if your life depended on it. Closing his eyes, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you hungrily, moving inside you. 

"So fucking tight, baby." You tilt your hips, undulating in time to his movements, wrapping your legs around him, trapping him, keeping him close to you forever. 

Jungkook loved the glint in your eyes. The dark eyes, the dilated pupils. On top of that, you were biting your lips as your pussy tightened around him even more.

"Harder, Koo." Your nails dug into the skin of his back, drawing a groan from him. 

"Like this?" The intensity of his thrusts increased, but it wasn't enough. You needed more. 

"More. Please, harder and faster." Complying, Jungkook gave everything he had to meet your demands. 

Sometime later, his cock throbbed and emptied inside you as you clung to him, surrendering to the pleasure. Jungkook fell heavily on you, holding you against him as you breathed deeply. 

When the cloud in his mind had dissipated, Jungkook rolled onto the mattress and lay on his back as he grabbed you and pulled you closer to his body. Neither of you spoke.  

His dick was still thick and hard between you. Ready for another round. If Jungkook ever asked you to fuck again, you wouldn't say no. 

He buries his head in your neck, and the kiss he leaves is nothing like the previous ones. Slow, soft, and gentle. 

"How about a second round, baby?" 

But that wasn't enough for you. In fact, you'd lost count of how many times you'd have to do it before you were satisfied with each other.

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Fighter │ One

Synopsis: YN has just moved to one of the neighborhoods in the northeast of the capital. A neighborhood is known for its dangers and mischief. But with her student budget and the short time her previous landlord gave her to move, she had no choice but to take what she could get. When she went on a last-minute shopping spree, YN had no idea what she was in for and was confronted with the danger lurking in the neighborhood.

Warning: YN is followed in the street; non-consensual touching, fighting; brothel, and prostitution are mentioned.

Word count: 3.5 k 

Chapter’s song: none

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Whew. It's about time. You've spent hours decorating your new home.

You were kicked out of the old dump you dared to call home. One day, as you sat quietly on your couch, doing your nails and watching Netflix, the doorbell rang. Your landlord had given you barely a week to pack up and find another place to live. So, with nowhere else to go, you took the first place you could find. 

This new place could have been better, and the neighborhood was one of the worst, if not the worst. Your new apartment was in a community in northeastern Seoul. This area was known for its bad business and many cases of prostitution. It had such a bad reputation that even the police didn't go there anymore.

As an orphan, you had always had to fend for yourself, so any opportunity was welcome. You were also a student; this would be your last year before you finished school for good and got a steady job. You only had a few months before the end of the school year, so you could hang on. 

Besides, you could not afford to rent an apartment in Seoul with your meager salary. When you looked at it, the condo was decent. You had a nice living space, and your room was about fifteen square meters, bigger than your old apartment. The kitchen was open and led directly into the living room, with a counter separating them. 

The bathroom was pretty badly decorated, and you were planning to do some redecorating – in all the rooms, for that matter. But it was okay. There were no leaks, the toilet worked perfectly, and the water didn't overflow when flushed. So everything was fine. On the plus side, you even had a terrace where you could sunbathe, and you were planning to develop it further to make it your secret garden. But hey, everything was going according to plan.

The downside was living above a brothel. Contrary to what you might think, the house's insulation seemed practical. You couldn't hear the sounds coming from below. 

For the moment, your refrigerator and cupboards were as empty as your stomach. It was time to go shopping. When you looked out the window, you saw that the sun had already set, and you planned to watch the sunset on the roof, which only you had access to. But that was just a postponement. From your house, you could see Seoul's N Tower in the distance – it was built on the highest point in the city, and no matter where you lived, you could see it. 

What you liked about this neighborhood was that even though it was horrible and had a bad reputation, the residents were still very concerned about the cleanliness and aesthetics of the area. Sakura trees had been planted everywhere, and no one threw their garbage on the ground, whether it was cigarette butts, plastic, garbage bags, or anything else. The streets had kept some of their traditional houses, which added to the beautiful setting when combined with a beautiful sunset. Worthy of the most beautiful postcard photos. 

You quickly put on your shoes before taking your keys and going out. The front door that gave access to your apartment had a fingerprint recognition system and a code to unlock it, but the one facing the street had a classic lock. 

As you walked the streets, you tried to remember every building, road, and alley you came across. You tried to find landmarks to help you find your way back to your new home. There was a butcher shop at the end of the street, a small barber shop a few steps from your house, and a beauty salon on the other. A few blocks later, you saw a bar. “The Devil's Den.” It was carved into the wooden sign above the front door. That was good to know.

A block later, you finally stumbled upon a convenience store. As you walked in, you saw a young man working the register – probably a high school student looking to make some extra money. You knew this all too well. After filling your basket with everything, you checked out and left.

You walked calmly, with your shopping bags in your hands, and didn't immediately notice three men following you. Unaware of the danger that lurked around you and was close at hand, you were still looking at the surrounding scenery. This area was a paradox in itself. According to rumors, this area was one of the worst in Seoul, yet everything seemed fine. 

Carefree, you looked around as you walked toward your home. But your sixth sense had signaled – a little late – that you were not alone. Discreetly looking over your shoulder, you made out three male figures. Your heart had begun to race as fear took hold of you. Pretending to look at a cake through a bakery window, you used the crystal barrier as a mirror. You recognized one of the three men. You had seen him coming out of the grocery store. Your eyes had even met for a brief moment. 

Not wanting to take any more chances of being accosted by the three strangers, you continued on your way, praying that they would not carry out their plans. You had transferred your two shopping bags to your other hand, holding the three small bags in one hand while the other was free. That hand, now free, had landed in the pocket of your sweatpants. For protection, you had tucked your key between your fingers. If they decide to make a move, you could use your key as a weapon of self-defense.

As the men got closer, you tried to keep the distance between you by increasing your speed. Now, you did not doubt that these three men were after you. Now that you were running, the men ran to catch up. “Come here, pretty girl. There is no point in running. We'll catch up with you.” 

You looked over your shoulder to see where the men were. With fear, you realize that they are not far away. Still looking behind you, instead of in front of you as you should, you had bumped into someone, slowing you down. The stranger had wrapped his arms around you to prevent you from getting used to the complex, tarred pavement. Strangely, you felt safe with his big arms around your waist. His arms were twice as big as yours. He was muscular, but far from being a bodybuilder. You couldn't see his face because of his hoodie. He was dressed in black from head to toe, which gave him a mysterious look. 

While your rescuer's neck was at the height of your nose, as he had to bend his legs slightly to put his arm around your waist and prevent you from falling to the ground, his smell hit you in the face. His scent was disturbing – in a good way, if that was possible. It was a mixture of orange bigarade with an overblown passion flower and the smell of fresh sea fabric softener. Breathtaking. 

What was also breathtaking was his size. The stranger was at least two heads taller than you. His height and build were indeed his assets with women. He inspired security. 

The security that, for the moment, was far from your case. With your sudden encounter with the man who still held you in his arms, you had completely forgotten the reason for your violent encounter. You had to get rid of his men once and for all. A place full of people would be ideal, but where? You didn't know the area; if these men were locals, they must have known the area like the back of their hand. Anyway, you were in trouble. 

You couldn't give up. Only after you at least tried. 

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still some distance between you and your attackers, you broke free of the stranger's grip. “Sorry!” You apologized. The stranger, for his part, had noticed your distress. You were undoubtedly in trouble. 

He had seen you sneaking glances over your shoulder, somewhere behind you, so he decided to do the same. He had subtly looked up, and that's when he saw them. Three men were standing a few feet away from him. The three pretended to look at something, but your savior wasn't born yesterday. He knew something was wrong with them, and from your distress, he knew they were after you. 

Nothing good could happen. 

But before your savior could help you, you broke his grip and ran for your life. 

You needed to put more distance between you and the three men. You didn't realize it in your panic and fear, but it wasn't wise to run toward your home. You had to deviate from your trajectory at all costs to avoid surprise visits later. 

As you were about to cross an intersection, you turned left instead of going straight, which was the actual direction of your home. The three men were on you as soon as you turned the corner. Your rescuer had not had time to react in time to stop them from following you. They had all three passed in front of him like arrows. The young man knew this story would end badly if he didn't do something. He didn't think he was a hero but would feel guilty if something happened to him. Something he could have prevented. His conscience wouldn't leave him alone until he ensured everything was okay. So he led the three men on a chase.

You ran like crazy. Your heavy footsteps hit the ground, echoing in the silence of the night. You didn't know where you were going. Only two things mattered to you right now. Putting distance between you and them and getting them away from your house. You turned every corner you could, hoping to lose them, but nothing happened. They were still on your ass like leeches. 

The universe seemed to be after you for something because the next time you turned down a street, a trap was set for you. The road you had just turned down was nothing but a dead end. You reacted quickly enough to turn around, hoping to escape the jam and continue, but you didn't. You could have been faster. You were slower than you thought you were. The men were at the entrance to the alley, blocking your only way out. 

This alley was where you would be raped and murdered in a dumpster.

You were fucked. 

The strangers moved forward as you backed away, trying to keep some distance between you. “Hey, sweetheart. It's no use running.” One of them had shouted, so you were in a position to hear. “We got you cornered.” Another had added. 

So what now? How were you going to get out of this mess? You had taken boxing lessons when you were younger, but would you be a match for the three of them? It remained to be seen, but you would only go down with a fight. “Come on over here, honey. The four of us are going to have a great time.” The third, who had been silent until now, had spoken up, but he would have been better off keeping his mouth shut.

The three of them suddenly moved closer, breaking the distance between you in one move. You could see that this was not their first time. There must have been other girls who fell victim to these three bastards. It all happened so fast. In a split second, your shopping bags were on the ground as you were slammed into the brick wall behind you. 

You struggled with all your might and even managed to land a few blows, making things worse and infuriating the men even more. Losing patience, one of the three grabbed your arm and lifted you off the wall before pinning you to his chest, immobilizing you as his comrade approached. “It's not very vicious, my pretty.” Said the one who came to you, making a 'no' sign with his index finger. "Not clever at all. You tore my favorite shirt." He had shown you the damage you had done. 

"Now, it's only fair that I return it to you. Don't you think?" You unbuckled yourself, trying unsuccessfully to get out of the grip of the one holding you. "Please. I beg you. Let me go." You had begged them, knowing they would not capitulate and grant your wish. "And deprive you of the ultimate pleasure? Never in a million years, darling. But don't worry, you'll love it so much that you'll want it repeatedly." The one who held you in his arms had said into your ear. 

A sound of tearing material could be heard in the darkness as you felt a soft breeze in your stomach and chest. The manure had torn your top completely. Only your bra 'hid' your chest. "Oh, yeah."; "Fuck, yeah."; "Nice and full, just the way I like them." All three men reacted to their partial view of your breasts.

You didn't know your background, but your body was well built, maybe too well made. You had nice curves, and your breasts were well-rounded. Nothing huge, but you were one of the lucky ones with slightly larger-than-average breasts. Lucky, depending on whose point of view it was. Certainly not yours. Sure, it looked nice when you wore clothes that weren't very revealing, but you could do without the backache that came with that "luck." 

If you cared about anything, it had nice underwear. Not to please men, but it made you feel sexy psychologically. But now you were far from feeling that way and angry at yourself for not wearing the underwear you had at home and reserved for your period. 

"And you wanted to hide this body from us?" Disgusting. You could have been his little sister. No respect. Then they started groping you, caressing your belly. The one behind you kissed your neck. It disgusted you. You felt dirty while you had a strong urge to vomit. Who knows, maybe if you threw up, they would leave you alone once and for all. 

"Please, stop." But they went on, ignoring your complaints.

You had reached a point where you had somehow come to terms with the fact that you were not going to escape unscathed and that you were going to die in that alley, so you stopped struggling and cried silently. 

The men were so focused on you that none had heard, seen, or felt the presence of a fifth person who had just appeared. As he watched the scene unfold, anger rose within him. Her crying had been the last straw. It fed his rage even more. Seeing red, he threw himself at the men, breaking their hold on you.

You found yourself on the floor from the impact of the fifth person's body. Instinctively, you pressed yourself against the wall and huddled into a ball. Relieved that your ordeal was finally over, your tears had doubled in intensity. Before you, the battle was over. The stranger had managed to knock out the three men in an instant. None of them moved.

The stranger had looked around for you, finally seeing you curled up against the wall. As if not wanting to scare you any more than you already were, he took small steps in your direction until he crouched in front of you. He had reached out to you, but you automatically backed away from the wall. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." You knew that but were still in shock and had trouble breathing properly. 

"Easy." Your rescuer tried to calm you down by trying a more tactile approach again. He had started by placing his hand on your shoulder. As his palm made contact with your bare skin, he felt your body shake. 

You had never been in a situation like this, and God only knew that you had experienced things when you lived on the streets. But you had never been sexually molested.

Now you felt disgusting, dirty. You had a strong urge to take a soft one with acid and rub your skin until it disappeared, hoping to get a new one. You could still feel their filthy hands inappropriately caressing your skin as some of them took advantage of the situation to grab your breasts. Thank God you still had your bra on, but it felt dirty.

Seeing your distress, your savior, not knowing what to do, took you in his arms. It was the first time he had ever helped someone like that. Your face had landed between his pecs. The smell of orange, passion, and sea freshness that entered your nostrils was enough to help you calm down. In addition, his big hand, making regular up and down movements on your back, helped you even more. 

"That's it. Take it easy. Breathe slowly." Without even asking aloud, you followed him without hesitation. Breathing in and out slowly. "That's good. Keep it up." You inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to finally get control of your breathing. The man was strangely calm and seemed to know what he was doing. Was he used to helping strangers? Anyway, it was official: you would be eternally grateful to him.

"Do you live far from here?" You had nodded 'no.' You didn't know where you were, but it shouldn't be too far from your house. So you gave him the name of your neighborhood. "It's not too far from here. Look, I parked my car not too far from here. Don't move. I'll go get it and take you home." Before leaving you in the alley, he removes his sweater and hands it to you. "Here, put this on." Then he was gone.

Even though you had finally regained control of your breathing and body tremors, you couldn't stop being paranoid. Every time you heard a noise, you were on the lookout with your eyes wide open. You were afraid that people would come out of nowhere and attack you. 

For God's sake, come back quickly. You lifted your eyes to the sky and prayed that your savior would return soon. You feared that the strangers would retrace their steps to finish what they had started. Heaven be praised, for it seemed your prayer had been answered. A black car had pulled up a few feet from your standing. Getting out of the driver's side, your young savior had bridged the distance between you before helping you up and into his car. 

Once seated and strapped in, he handed you his cell phone. You didn't quite understand what he wanted you to do with it. "Put in your address." Once that was done, he hung his device on the phone holder on the dashboard grill in the car's center. The ride had been silent, and neither of you determined to break it. It wasn't a heavy silence, let alone an uncomfortable one, but borderline comforting, which was odd. You had almost been raped in a dirty, rundown alley. And now you were standing in the car of your mysterious savior, who was still a stranger. Who knew if he had saved you from those men so that you would trust him, and then he could take advantage of you? 

You had a vast imagination, but it was worth considering all possible scenarios. Even the most far-fetched were welcome. 

It was a perfect way to celebrate your arrival in the area.

"YN." You had finally broken the silence. Looking out of the car window, you began to get your bearings. You knew you weren't too far from home anymore. The scent of the nameless stranger surrounded you, relaxing you considerably and distracting you from your attackers. As for the stranger, his eyes were still on the street. "Jungkook." He announced after a while of silence.

Jungkook. You repeated it in your head to make sure you wouldn't forget it. Somehow you thought his name fits him well. There are some people whose names don't quite fit, but Jungkook carried his character with grace and style. 

The car stops. When you look out the window again, you see yourself standing in front of your house. "Thanks again... Jungkook." He nods without adding anything, and you get out of his car. And without turning around, you walk to your house's big armored wooden door. You realize you didn't hear the car start as you put the key in the lock. Looking over your shoulder, you see the car has not moved an inch. 

Did he wait until you were safely at home before he left? If that were the case, Jungkook would definitely be an angel.

Once he was sure that you were safe and warm at home, Jungkook finally started his car to go home. 

With everything that had happened that night, you had lost your appetite. After your long shower, you finally realized everything that had happened. But at the end of it all, the only thing that remained with you was the strange feeling that this was far from the last time that your and Jungkook's paths would cross.

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