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[jjkeverlast]

✨the smuttiest smut vol.III✨

this are (my) crown jewels (in smut terms) vol III !

✨seokjin✨

🌷love me and leave me (seokjin x reader) by @littlemisskookie

🌷fixate Inc. (seokjin x reader) by @untaemedqueen

✨yoongi✨

🌷dirty (yoongi x reader) by @dawnagustd

🌷riding with style (yoongi x reader) by @jiminsafairy

✨hoseok✨

🌷NDA (hoseok x reader) by @joonberriess

🌷stick shift (hoseok x reader) by @mrsvante

✨namjoon✨

🌷sunset (namjoon x reader) by @4joonkookie

🌷juicy (namjoon x reader) by @joonberriess

🌷bad guy (namjoon x reader) by @joonberriess

✨jimin✨

🌷cockwarming with jimin (jimin x reader) by @here2bbtstrash

🌷all I need (jimin x reader) by @joonberriess

🌷safer in your arms (jimin x reader) by @jiminsafairy

✨taehyung✨

🌷free use (taehyung x reader) by @littlemisskookie

🌷insomnia (taehyung x reader) by @hobiwonder

🌷a little help from my friend (taehyung x reader and a bit of jungkook x reader) by @ldolbybts

🌷shebon (taehyung x reader) by @httpjeon

✨jungkook✨

🌷first class (jungkook x reader) by @girlygguk

🌷magic stick (jungkook x reader) by @badbtssmut

🌷just this once (jungkook x reader) by @ggukivrse

🌷͙gunplay (jungkook x reader) by @borathae

🌷hit pause (jungkook x reader) by @jiminsafairy

🌷closer to you (jungkook x reader) by @agustdtown1

🌷the alpha omega series (jungkook x reader) by @borathae

🌷see you like that (jungkook x reader) by @littlemisskookie

🌷hurts so good (jungkook x reader) by @jjkeverlast

🌷office hours (jungkook x reader) by @borathae

✨multiple✨

🌷 experiment 21 (jimin x reader x jin ) by @untamedqueen

🌷two in one (hoseok x reader x jimin) by @here2bbtstrash

🌷she, by proxy (yoongi x reader x taehyung) by @100vern

🌷 sharing is caring (jimin x reader x jin ) by @littlemisskookie

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ back to the smut library ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ back to the m.masterlist ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

[jjkeverlast]

Missed your incredible writing!

Glad I found you, love JK Seven series!

But what happened to the Yoongi fic? 🥺

that’s sweet 😭😭 i can re-upload unexpected lovers, don’t worry!

[jjkeverlast]

I’ve been reading your seven days week of jk. Each days got me holy water to spray on it it’s so good and hot sometime. I’ve been calms but inside I’m burning inside 🤣

😭😭😭 that’s hilarioussssss i’m glad you enjoyed it michaela:) also LOVE the gif you used fkjfkfkf that’s so funny

[jjkeverlast]

omggg im so surprised to see you pop up on my tl again!! i saw accidental roommates on my tl and was surprised to see that you are back i was just thinking abt your fic the other day!!! and i rmbr back then when i saw that you deactivated 😔 im happy that you are active again 💜

heyyy that’s really sweet! i’m not really active again, i’m just here to create an archive for the fics that received the most love back then to those that do want to re-read them. but this is very sweet of you! 💛

[jjkeverlast]

archive | jjkeverlast

— hurts so good [4.3k] ; hung!jk, f2l, smut, pwp, open but happy ending.

— seven days a week (series) [14.4k]; fwb!jk, fwb2l, pwp series, happy ending.

— accidental roommates [14.7k] ; dilf!jk, hate to love, semi angst, happy ending.

[jjkeverlast]

Reporting you :)

that’s not really gonna do anything but okay :3

[jjkeverlast]

Ofc your writing ship fics about the members you weird bitch

it’s F I C T I O N just as much as reader fics babe, get off my dick.

[jjkeverlast]

I’m so sick of reading fwb fics and no feelings are being talked about at all

i wrote this years ago and i’d agree lmfao

[jjkeverlast]

Would really love to read a part 2 or drabble of accidental roommates couple dating or married and their life with so-ah

hi! i don’t write reader fics anymore so i sadly can’t:((

[jjkeverlast]

accidental roommates | jjk

✧ pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader

✧ rating explicit (18+)

✧ summary moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

✧ warnings & tags roommates AU, hate to love, fluff, angst, humor, reader hooks up w. namjoon (it's very brief!), mutual pining, hurt/comfort, smut, guk is a tease, fingering, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, cowgirl, happy ending!

✧ word count 14.7k

✧ author's note this fic is a re-upload! if you've seen it before, this is why:)

For the first time since a week ago, you’re finally able to breathe for once. 

The sigh you let out is comforting and freeing. The awful ruckus of moving has caused you to roam on the streets with a lack of sleep, eye bags that can be caught from miles away and a groggy voice not daring to disappear from your vocals. 

A mess, really. 

You know it, your ex-roommate Ash knows it too and even though she and her partner are at fault here, it was bound to happen. 

You see, Ash had met Lucca through a mutual friend, the mutual friend being you and you were surprised at how well they complimented each other. 

The night they met was filled with nervous glances and flushed red cheeks due to the excitement. They both deserved each other. So, when they finally announced their relationship with you, you were more than thrilled. 

Although, after a year of them dating they had come to the conclusion of moving in together, which was a big step for their relationship and a step back for you, due to you ending back to square one and having to find an apartment yourself.  

The image of Ash’s expression when she kindly asked you to move within the next month was imprinted in your mind. She didn’t want to kick you out this way, but it was an important and big step into her relationship with Lucca, and the decision needed to be made regardless. You didn’t really have a say in this. 

Firstly, the apartment was Ash’s and in the end, it is her decision on whom she wants to share it with. 

It took you a week. 

A whole week to find the perfect place for you. 

The pictures sold the place nicely, the living room looking spacious and decorated firmly with stable furniture, and being desperate to find anything, you called the owner. The conversation went great. He was very quick on letting you get the apartment, sending you a confirmation email the day after you had agreed on the deposit. 

You were doing it, and it felt great. 

Although, your lack of sleep had been caused by the last-minute packing, having to clear out your room as quickly as possible. It was mostly because of Lucca themselves, having to move out of their sister’s loft, so the timing was indeed tight. But hey, everything turned out well even though you look like a Yeti who hasn’t been able to find a place to rest. 

It’s fine really, now you’ll be able to at least lie down before unpacking everything. 

With a trembling hand, you manage to push the code in, the door opens and you’re just about to step in when you look up and find a shirtless man in your apartment. You don’t say anything, the both of you staring each other down for a quick second before you manage to close the door, convincing yourself you’re hallucinating. 

It’s a thing, Ash had told you countless times whenever you managed to withhold an all-nighter in your shared place. First, there’s being overtired where every ounce of energy left bounces like a little child on a trampoline, then there’s the lack of sleep eating you alive even though your eyes fail you to shut, being used to staying open, which creates the last step: hallucinations. 

Maybe it’s the lack of sex which made you paint a beautifully sculpted man with tattoos only in a towel in front of you. 

You’re praising your brain for creating such a lively picture that causes you to grin and shake your head before you decide to re-enter. 

He’s there again. Your horny hallucination. 

The hallucination takes a turn when he screams into your face. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!”

It’s then that you snap yourself back to reality, realizing this indeed is a real person and you’ve managed to scare the shit out of him. The only thing you find yourself doing is scream back, which turns into violent screaming in unison and by now half of the neighborhood is probably writing a complaint to this very apartment. 

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!” You find the courage to finally scream back and the man in front of your eyes squints in discomfort, shaking his head as he swallows your words. 

“Y-your apartment”

You fold your arms, scoffing as your head turns towards the open kitchen. “Yes. Mine.”

He begins to laugh, his abs tensing along with the rhythm and you hate yourself for growing hot over his upper body. 

“You’re funny.” He points at you and to prove yourself to him, you look for the confirmation email that proves you have the right to own this place. 

“Here.” He steps closer, the scent of his shampoo infiltrating your nostrils and you notice a form of sweet yet musky scent. While you’re too busy trying to ignore it, the man in front of you has his full attention on your screen.

He smacks his lips, his composure straightening along. “There has to be some sort of mistake.”

You hum in agreement.

How wrong could this possibly go? 

The only solution that comes to mind like a wave, is to call the owner. You hold a finger up, pausing for whatever word is about to come out from the stranger in front of you while it starts to dial. It quickly gets interrupted, by a voice telling you the number doesn’t exist. You refuse to believe it, so you continue to call three to four times while the man crosses his arms, sighing out loud. It’s at that moment you notice the detailed and colored tattoos covering his arm in a sleeve. 

“He’s… he’s not picking up.” The defeat drags itself at your feet. The proof you once had to own this apartment is gone, except the confirmation email but then again there must’ve been some mistake — a big one to say the least. 

“Do you honestly believe that?” His tone indicates he’s irritated and the water droplets on his skin have almost dried out — the fact that you notice scares you more than the situation you’re currently met with. 

“I mean, clearly, you’ve been scammed.” The words swallow you whole, your composure losing against you and your head drops with your heart. Of course, it was too good to be true, because again since when have you ever been lucky when you’re on your own? 

“Fuck.”

It seems as if you’ve lost, but you’re not willing to give up just yet. You spent all of your savings on the deposit and the last thing you’ll do is ask your strict parents for money, which isn’t only super hard but exasperating as well. 

“Well now that this whole problem is settled, get out.” The tone is harsh and you flinch, tears threatening to spill as you slowly walk to the entrance. 

“Wait—” You hold your hands up, your feet freezing down on the tiled floor and the stranger’s expression turns into pure disgust yet confusion. You aren’t really sure, your mind is basically clouded; reasons being your lack of sleep. Which currently isn’t helping the situation you’re currently standing in. If only you could snatch it like Margot Robbie snatches bags and watches in ‘Focus’. This reminds you, you should probably watch it again, it was really good and—

“Hello?!” The sound catches you off guard, your eyes roaming back onto the half-naked stranger whose name still stays unknown. 

“Just. Please.” 

You’re fucking tired and this was the last thing that needed to be added onto your plate yet you’re still standing, except you’re hopeless and homeless. 

“Please?! Get. Out.” 

You drop down to your knees, your tears falling freely, and you plead. 

“I have nowhere to go. My old roommate is finally starting a new life with her partner, my parents are fucking strict and are the last I’m calling for help. I’m basically fucking homeless and I just wanted to lay down in my apartment after moving out last minute, and sleep.” You’re rambling all kinds of nonsense, throwing a whole scene in front of a guy who’s stepped out of the shower. You feel bad but you’re lost. 

You have nowhere to go. 

“Seriously, I’m fucked. Help me out, just—just for six months and I’ll be out of your sight.” Your voice cracks, every limb that has managed to withhold your posture, collapsing all together into one. 

You’re done. 

A deep sigh catches your attention, your glossy eyes looking up to see a semi-smile resting on the guy’s face. 

“Six months.” He repeats as he traces his fingers on the patterned ink, decorating his arm. “Fine. Just don’t make me regret this. I’m Jeongguk by the way.”

Finally, you discover the name of the pretty stranger. 

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You’re holding yourself back from hugging him, mostly because of his naked chest and the last thing you need is to feel warm skin on your own. 

Instead, you introduce yourself and he smiles awkwardly making you reconsider your awful ruckus from before. You basically admitted how fucked your life is at the moment, bringing along the strict parents into the mix and we all know, this won’t end well. 

A sudden cry snatches every ounce of your attention, coming from one of the rooms. Has someone been here all this time? 

“Shit. I think we might’ve woken her up.” 

Her. Great, you’re gonna live with a clingy couple, after having no mercy in showing you were checking him out — multiple times. This is going to be absolute hell. 

All while you’re imagining the messy and mostly awkward encounters you’re going to face while living with a couple, you don’t notice Jeongguk walking back out accompanied by a certain someone. 

“A baby?!” 

Great. Not only are you going to live with a couple, but their newborn baby too. 

“You sound… surprised.” He decides to sit down, the baby’s head resting on his bare and tatted shoulder, doe-eyed and mouth agape. 

“Where’s… where’s your girlfriend?” 

Shit. Are you even listening to yourself? You met this guy not even an hour ago and you’re already invading his private life with intense questions. 

“Don’t have one. It’s just me and So-ah here.” He taps her back, a few burps escaping her as you stay quiet. 

The scenery in front of you causes a faint smile to appear on the brim of your lips. If you weren’t determined to own the apartment yourself, you’d let every ounce of you swoon over how careful Jeongguk is with his daughter. 

Jeongguk takes a hold of her, changing positions as she faces him, her eyes as big as his. It’s crazy how alike they look. 

Your heart melts into a thick puddle when Jeongguk rubs his nose against So-ah’s, a soft giggle sounding like a lullaby escaping her right after. 

“Oh my god.” Jeongguk’s mouth drops and before confusion seeps through you he continues. “So-ah, you just laughed for the first time.” 

Fuck. You’re so screwed. 

“She’s adorable.” You smile fondly, Jeongguk breaking eye contact with his daughter at your comment. 

His eyebrows frown, clearing his throat as he shifts in his seat. “Thanks.”

Okay, there were exactly two things that fumed you over his flat-toned answer. 

One was that he was still a complete stranger and you’ve always felt somewhat threatened and uncomfortable when people you didn’t know made or said anything that clicked an icky feeling at the pit of your stomach, which quickly turns to irritation. Because here you are being fucking nice and you get this in return? What a fucking asshole. 

Second, it’s probably an ego thing, thinking he’s hot enough to get away with being quite literally rude. If it weren’t for his sudden act of rudeness towards your very tired Yeti-looking state you might’ve actually grown fond of him, but that is all forgotten now. 

You’re getting that fucking apartment.

Working as a kindergarten teacher meant a lot of things. 

Patience, energy, and consistency. 

For you to reach there before showing up at work, you’ll need to fuel your body with a smoothie. 

The clock hasn’t even turned six when you push the mixer’s button, a loud noise erupting in the quiet apartment. 

Did you do this on purpose knowing Jeongguk isn’t starting work yet? Maybe. Did he notice, is fucking angry and walking up to you at this moment? Very much so. 

“Seriously? What the fuck?!” 

The shouting from your roommate pleases your early morning state and you force an annoying smile as you greet him with a cheerful good morning.  

“It’s for work!” You push the button for a little longer, his eyes rolling back when So-ah starts crying in the room next to you. 

The daughter does make you feel an ounce of regret but that’s mostly because you love babies and she’s made a good impression on you already. 

Jeongguk groans in frustration, his grumpy state returning back to his daughter to soothe her while you hurriedly get to work. Your colleague is probably already there, having a different schedule than you. 

Traffic isn’t terrible and you’ve caught onto the lack of sleep that vanished during your moving week. 

As you reach work, Taehyung waves excitedly to you from the entrance, while holding a cup of coffee. 

“You look awfully happy.” Taehyung remarks when you walk past him and inside, re-adjusting a few things before the parents begin to arrive with their sunshine of kids. 

“I am.” 

Your mood definitely has something to do with nailing to piss Jeongguk off early in the morning. That’s what he gets for being a complete ass after you’ve embarrassed yourself multiple times, and just trying to be kind. 

“Care to tell me?” Taehyung moves his eyebrows, suggesting you got lucky and you quickly shut down the idea, shaking your head no along with you explaining it was an early win for you. 

“I basically pissed off my roommate this morning. He’s an asshole so he deserved it.” You shrug your shoulders, Taehyung following behind you as you both make the place ready, the clock ticking loudly behind you. 

“Roommate? I thought you had the place all to yourself?” Taehyung hadn’t gotten any updates from you since your stressful week, so it made sense for him to be completely lost when you mention Jeongguk in the context of your cheerful mood this morning. 

“I got scammed. But I’m not surprised. I’ve carried bad luck all my life and I blame it on my strict parents.” You joke, Taehyung chuckling nervously unsure if you’re completely kidding or deadly serious. It’s hard to tell.  

“Scammed, meaning the apartment you thought you had was already occupied?” Taehyung has lived in the city all his life, has been familiar with the scammers roaming in between others, and cheating the system who carries a blind eye. 

“Exactly, and here I was thinking shit like that only happens in the movies.” You scoff at the ridiculousness of the overall situation. 

How come you ended here? Not only with a scam, but a buff tatted guy and his baby daughter? Truly fucking wild. 

“Oh babe, you’d be surprised. So who’s the roommate? An old cranky guy?” Taehyung jokes once again, the sounds of chairs clinging against each other roaming in the air, the both of you settling in the common room ready for the children. 

“I wouldn’t exactly say that…” Taehyung’s interest quirks an ounce higher, his movements stopping to a halt, waiting for you to spill. 

“His name is Jeongguk and he has a baby daughter named So-ah.” Taehyung’s face drops, eyes wide as his mouth hangs wide because clearly, no old cranky guy is named Jeongguk. 

“If you tell me right now he’s hot, I’m gonna think you’re outliving everyone’s fantasy.” Taehyung holds up his pointy finger, eyebrow intact with his overall movement and you cringe because you really don’t want to admit Jeongguk is hot — even though you totally ogled his abs for a good twenty minutes the first time you met him. 

“He’s—” You try to form it into words while your mind flashing images of Jeongguk with wet hair, droplets of water covering his abs that tensed whenever he chuckled at your ridiculousness the day you got scammed. 

“Oh my god… You’re living with a DILF.” The term Taehyung uses makes you wheeze, losing composure as you move your body along with the laughter that escapes you. 

Taehyung doesn’t get more of a word before the first pair of parents walk in, hand in hand with their child. 

The day has just begun. 

Meanwhile, Jeongguk is currently taking care of So-ah. She hasn’t stopped crying since you decided to be annoying, and flush down the good morning that Jeongguk had anticipated down the drain. 

Maybe he should kick you out, because right now? His left ear hasn’t stopped ringing while his daughter’s face is almost purely red due to her countless cries. 

“So-ah, please.” Jeongguk places her down on his chest, her face rubbing on it, wetting it along, the discomforting sound continuing. Jeongguk feels lost and he wants to avenge himself on you because you’re probably dancing at work while he’s here, with dark eye bags and a crying baby under his arm. 

Sometimes it makes him wonder if it would be different if So-ah’s mother were still around. Maybe she wouldn’t cry as much. 

Afterall, a mother’s touch is important for babies at her age, and Jeongguk feels guilty. 

In reality, he just wants So-ah to be okay, to feel understood, and frankly, at the moment understanding her is difficult. He continues to pat her back, rocking her back and forth in his gaming chair, set up by the computer that has an awaiting meeting for him in two hours. 

He can do this, he’ll just freshen up as soon as she goes back to sleep. 

The day spins around faster than possible, the sun already setting behind the building in an orange glow and Taehyung is currently wiping down the mess that was left on the tables since lunch. 

“So, regarding your DILF, is he single?” You’re close to spilling the scene where you asked Jeongguk where his partner was only to get a no, which only made you more curious than before. It isn’t likely for you in the span of living to have met a single father. In most cases it’s single mothers, so to say you were surprised was an understatement. 

“He—Yes, apparently he is.” You’re uncertain and Taehyung casually nods at the response, making you reconsider if you’re even allowed to be curious regarding Jeongguk’s living situation. 

“Well, this is the start of a beautiful love story.” 

You stick your tongue out in offense to Taehyung’s joke while he cracks himself up, boxy smile on display as well. 

“You’re the worst.” He trails right behind you as you close down the place, and leave it behind for tomorrow. 

“Right, but if anyone were to ask you’d still point at me for being the best colleague you’ve ever had.” He’s not entirely wrong and you get to prove it to him by remaining silent. 

After you and Taehyung part ways, you hurry home in desperation to see if the grumpy expression is still remaining on Jeongguk’s face from this morning. 

To your surprise, it isn’t. 

You find Jeongguk sprawled on the couch, his chest exposed and his baby daughter laying on top of him, both of them breathing in sync. 

If Jeon Jeongguk didn’t open his mouth from time to time you’d start to like him, because seeing him sleep in complete silence makes him seem…not so bad as you had thought. 

But then again he was rude even though he certainly helped you out after your scam episode. 

You decide to make dinner, leaving the both of them to rest while listening to soothing jazz music. Somehow with time passing by and the smell filtering through the apartment as it cooks, Jeongguk stirs awake, So-ah along with him. He manages to push himself upwards, holding onto So-ah and finds you swaying as you cook in the open kitchen. 

Memories cloud Jeongguk’s mind back when he was still with— 

“Oh! You’re awake.” 

You had felt a pair of eyes boring at your back, so when you turn to see Jeongguk spacing out you make yourself noticeable. 

“Yeah, it smells great by the way.” 

It’s then Jeongguk realizes he’s yet to wear a shirt and it’s become an accidental habit of being shirtless in front of you. The last thing he wants is for you to get the wrong signal. 

“Thank you.” You take the compliment lightly, letting it pass by your head so your focus remains on the main goal; having Jeongguk willingly move out. 

Jeongguk is completely oblivious to your plan, although it would make sense if he slowly started to catch on to your smoothie early morning surprise. But for now, you’re hungry and there’s still a good five months left before you leave each other’s sight. 

The dinner turns out successful, So-ah doesn’t cry once and both you and Jeongguk groan afterward, bloated from overeating. He thanks you before returning back to his room, leaving you to do all the dishes. 

Great.

Living with Jeongguk had run smoothly, your hopes in gaining the apartment fading the more time went by with him being extremely kind. It hadn’t offended you but you were certain he was rude and didn’t like you. 

But early Monday morning, Jeongguk proved to you exactly how much that apartment means to you. 

You hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep that night, the walls a lot thinner than you had anticipated, and So-ah had cried most of the night, not only waking her dad but you as well. 

Babies are wonderful creatures, but at night it surely paints a different motive than the one you’re being met with during the day. 

Blaming Jeongguk for your lack of sleep would be rude on your part, so you accept it by making a cup of coffee early in the morning. It was the next best solution, and as you’re sitting on the counter waiting for the water to boil, Jeongguk walks in dressed in black joggers and a white t-shirt. 

“Morning.” 

You’re holding back from laughing at how alike the both of you look. So-ah really destroyed you for the better. Jeongguk joins in on the coffee solution, making his mug ready right next to you in silence. 

When the water is ready, you jump down, pouring the warm water after adding a few teaspoons of instant coffee. Jeongguk follows you right after, stirring it with his spoon. As you walk towards the refrigerator, Jeongguk is quicker than you, pulling the milk out and pouring it into his mug. 

“Could you pass me the milk?” 

Jeongguk grins at your question and it’s then you notice he’s poured the remaining drops, leaving no milk for you. 

Fucking marvelous. 

“Better luck next time.” He winks at you, slowly walking back to his room as you flick him off without him noticing. 

Yeah, you definitely spoke too soon when you even let yourself think Jeongguk might be a nice guy. 

He’s not and he just started a war. 

Taehyung notices how different your state is today, the flatlined smile throwing him off guard. Being the good colleague that he is, he makes you sit down as he prepares everything. 

“I’m not doing this for free, spill.” 

You groan out of tiredness and anger, holding your face that can barely keep up with everything around you. 

“Fucking…Jeongguk.” You squint your eyes, already plotting how you’ll manage to rip every part of him apart. Taehyung would lie if he admitted that you in your current state aren't scaring the shit out of him. 

“I was beginning to think he was remotely nice, until this morning.”

Taehyung hums along, uncertain where exactly you’re heading with this conversation. It’s something Taehyung has learned about you in the past years you’ve worked alongside, your conversations always turn in a different direction no matter how precisely you start them.  

“Taehyung, would you get pissed if someone took the rest of the milk when you’ve already prepared a cup of coffee?”

“He didn’t—”

Everything makes sense for Taehyung. 

Jeongguk has practically started a war with you because one thing everyone should know when it comes to you is to never mess with your morning coffee. Specifically when you desperately need one. 

“He surely fucking did.” You scoff out of disbelief. “He even laughed when he emptied it.” The images flash through your brain once more, a betrayal that has caused a lot of damage to your already ruined morning state due to So-ah. 

“Go make yourself some coffee, and don’t let him get to your head for now. It’s not worth it.” 

Taehyung was right, it would stupid to hold milk accountable for Jeongguk and your reasons for despising him. Hopefully, it was a mistake and you’ll return home with a better state of mind, Jeongguk leaving you rather at peace.

You follow Taehyung’s instructions, walking inside the semi-small kitchen for staff, and begin making your fuel for the day. 

Work turns out easier after you get coffee in your system. Taehyung takes most of the tasks throughout the day to ease down any forms of headaches that might come along due to your lack of sleep. Small moments and gestures like these, remind you how truly lucky you are to have a colleague like Taehyung. He has never made things more difficult, always managing to make everything easy and simple. 

As soon as the clock strikes, parents fill up the entrance awaiting their children who are too busy playing outside, enjoying their free time. The sun has already moved down further, creating a beautiful sunset, whose golden rays move along the filled playground that’s messy due to every toy in sight being used throughout the day. The parents were kind enough to teach their kids to always clean up after themselves, leaving the entrance the remaining spot to clean. 

When you’re about to reach for a broom, Taehyung catches it before you. 

“Go home. I got this.” His voice is stern as if he already knows you’re about to plead to do it yourself. 

You let out a sigh, thanking him as many times as you can in the span of you dressing yourself up to go outside. Taehyung brushes you off, a semi-smile resting nicely on his framed face. 

The apartment is empty, silent, and dark when you enter. You wonder where Jeongguk must’ve gone, the sky from outside already an ounce darker than when you stepped out from work. You’re not too worried, your petty self still being remotely annoyed with the morning incident. 

When you walk past the living room, you feel yourself crash down, wanting to watch a movie. 

It’s much needed after today and maybe it’ll slowly lull you to sleep. Since you were little, sleeping at night had always been a difficulty so a distraction in the background could likely push you towards the sleep you’ve been craving. 

You settle on watching a crime film that piques your interest on Netflix. You’ve managed to add a bit more lighting inside the apartment, a few lamps surrounding the couch.

The plot starts to reveal itself, leaving you speechless as you bite down on the blanket, eyes fully open, trailing along whenever someone moves on screen. You’re just about to catch a big lead to why the certain murder occurred when Jeongguk walks in with So-ah drinking from a bottle.  

“Oh, hey.” You quickly say before averting your attention back on the screen. Jeongguk squints his eyes, having trouble seeing the big screen but as soon as he catches on, he tsks. 

“Wait— Isn’t that the film where the protagonist is actually the killer?” The moment Jeongguk speaks, a clue leads to having the protagonist on the list of who might’ve done it and now Jeon Jeongguk just asked for a ticket to hell. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You exclaim loudly, throwing both hands and arms in the air, frustration seeping through every vein coursing through your body. You’re seeing absolute red. 

“Oh shit, my bad.” You aren’t even glancing towards him, but you can hear the shit eating grin he’s trying to suppress. You close your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, remembering Taehyung’s words from earlier. It’s not worth it. He’s right, it truly isn’t and you’re being weak by letting small annoying things set you off like a grenade. 

You’re not letting him win. Things have only just begun.

Returning the favor with annoying gestures had only turned the next two months into a living hell. The apartment went from walking on a dream to walking on eggshells. 

It had started with a minor mistake in the early morning with the dreadful lack of sleep and constant bickering. Your dreams of owning the apartment slowly crashing as you’ve been looking for new apartments, wanting to get furthest away from Jeon Jeongguk and his annoying behavior. 

If it weren’t for your colleague you would’ve handled the situation differently, but Taehyung has always assured you to stand your ground and not let him get to you. 

Jeongguk has already been kind enough for you to stay, so to make it easier, it’d be best not to mess it up by revenging yourself. But you badly wanted to. Just once. To see Jeongguk’s face twist to annoyance in a mere second, while you try your best not to sing happily right after. 

Although, the only thing keeping both you and Jeongguk on the ground from ripping one's hair out, was So-ah. Her magical baby powers overrule the both of you, and her eyes are wide and full of hope for what’s to come. 

When you had first moved in, Jeongguk wasn’t exactly fond of you being near his daughter but with time and his suddenly busy schedule, he had you keep an eye out for So-ah who was distracting him too much with her cuteness. So-ah quickly loved your company, your small jokes, and countless attempts in making her giggle. Jeongguk couldn’t keep you two away from one another, so he accepted it. 

The weekend had finally rolled around and after a week of none other than small bickering and disagreements between you and Jeongguk, you were finally at ease in your bedroom. The discussions between you were ridiculous — Taehyung’s words not yours. It could go from a minor detail, like the temperature in the apartment to a full-on debate on whether the film he wants to watch is better than your own choice. 

As you’re laying in your bed, you look up at the painted dark blue ceiling, your curtains open, accepting the outside light to shine in. You’ve always loved the natural darkness and how it covers every room differently than if everything is covered, turning to full darkness. You turn constantly, your mind being more awake than you had anticipated. It humors you that you always feel exhausted after speaking with Jeongguk, yet here you are alone full of energy. 

Tossing and turning continue for what feels like an hour and you decide to give up. Rather than reading a book, you walk out to grab a glass of water, your throat feeling a bit dry. You figure Jeongguk isn’t awake at three in the morning, which explains why you don’t put on pants, walking out in nothing but a satin white t-shirt paired with black lace underwear. 

Even though you don’t like Jeongguk, you still show respect to him and his daughter by carefully walking to the kitchen to not make any sounds. 

The living room has the same light as your bedroom, and as you’re about to turn, you bump into Jeongguk. His skin feels warm, but you quickly pull away and Jeongguk blinks at you with tired eyes. 

“M’ sorry.” His voice is deep, groggy even and you collect the dots that Jeon Jeongguk just woke up. 

“All good.” 

Thankfully, Jeongguk is too busy going to the bathroom to notice your sleeping attire that exposes half of your body. You sigh in relief, accidentally catching a glimpse of Jeongguk’s ass, being hugged by his boxers as he walks further away from you. 

You shake your head, ignoring what your eyes caught onto, focusing solemnly on getting water as planned. 

You’re just about to drink your last cup when Jeongguk walks past you once again. 

You’re not in the mood to talk to him, so you chug your water wanting to leave the kitchen as quickly as possible. It doesn’t exactly go as planned, the water trickling by the corners of your lips, further down your shirt. 

“Fuck.” You groan, realizing how much you’ve accidentally spilled. The fabric clings onto your breasts and as you’re about to pull on it, you catch Jeongguk turning his head quickly from your direction. The action doesn’t throw itself in your head, instead, you become annoyed. 

“What?” 

Why is he still standing here? Shouldn’t he already be back in his room by now? 

“J-just grabbing some water.” Jeongguk mumbles, his voice becoming an ounce lower, and somehow it catches your attention that he sounds nervous? 

“Be my guest.” You move further away, trying to cover your lower half that’s exposing too much to your roommate who has managed to piss you off for two months straight with absolutely no reason. 

Jeongguk keeps his eyes on the sink, although you throw a glance at him and you really wish you hadn’t. His arms are flexing as they hold onto the counter, and the prominent veins and lines of his definite muscles are showcased. You begin to notice each small detail of his tattoos that have managed to flow into one big art piece on his arm. 

You’ve been too annoyed with Jeongguk to notice the minor details of him. The Adam's apple bops in the rhythm of the gulps he takes, almost inhaling the water quickly. Somehow your body reacts quicker than your mind, shivers coursing through your body the longer you stand and watch Jeongguk. The staring gets cut off when Jeongguk places the empty cup down on the counter. 

He throws a glance your way, your skin already feeling hot by the close space. 

“Well, goodnight.” Jeongguk walks past you, your faces inches apart for a split second before he’s gone from your sight. 

When you lay back down in your bed, your heart is beating incredibly fast and your body doesn’t stop growing hotter. 

What is wrong with you? This is Jeongguk. As in your roommate, who’s made it his life’s mission in pissing you off and almost made you explode like a grenade for the whole world to see and the neighborhood to hear. 

All while you’re wondering why exactly your brain feels fuzzy, Jeongguk is freaking out in his own room. 

His dick has managed to betray him. He blames it on his lack of hookups, but deep down he knows it was because of you. His mind had fogged for a minute when he caught a glimpse of what was hiding underneath your t-shirt, but as soon as the water dripped down he didn’t even have to try, and guess. He’s angry and frustrated at himself and if it were possible to have a one-on-one fight with his dick, he would’ve. His body had only betrayed him and that made him certain that he had to stay far away from you. 

Although, whenever Jeongguk closed his eyes he could see your naked thighs, and the black lace seeping through the material of your shirt. He could see the water dripping down your neck, rolling further down your chest and creating a wet patch on your— 

This has to stop. Jeongguk begins to think of everything that turns him off until his state finally gives in, letting him sleep. 

It takes longer for you. Your mind has always loved to play tricks, letting you imagine the what if’s of every situation you’re met with. They’re simple at first, only showcasing what you had seen earlier when your eyes didn’t stop studying every minor detail on Jeongguk. 

But then they turn an ounce wilder. 

You’re tracing your fingers on the ink, while his arm is holding onto your waist, keeping you close and letting you feel his warm breath against your cheek. 

Fuck. 

Do you…do you want Jeongguk? 

Taehyung notices it the moment you step into work; how quiet you are, not daring to meet his eyes when he cheerfully greets you. 

Something happened and you’re not exactly proud of it. 

“So…am I gonna have to ask or are you going to tell me what happened?” 

Your eyes pop open, gulping down as you mumble out a weak ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ and quickly move on with your tasks for the day. 

Taehyung isn't letting that slide so easily and sooner or later he’ll either find out for himself or you’ll tell him out of panic. 

It takes Kim Taehyung exactly four hours to find out exactly what has been bothering you, and just as you’re about to leave the kindergarten, he decides to bring it up. 

“You want to fuck him.” 

You stop in your tracks. 

Okay, now is the time to use your fifth grade theater skills, and act as if Taehyung didn’t speak your thoughts out in the open. 

“Fuck Jeongguk? As in Jeon Jeongguk, my annoying roommate who’s made my living situation a living hell the past two months? Oh please.”

“Y/N, you know that doesn’t work on me.” 

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes. 

“Fine…fine!” You throw your hands in the air, giving up and Taehyung just shakes his head over your dramatic antics. 

“I thought you, ‘hated his guts’.” Taehyung quotes you from the past hundred conversations you’ve had regarding your roommate, and the new banter you’ve yet shared before you left for work. 

“I still do! This will fade, do not worry.” 

Not only are you trying to convince Taehyung, but yourself as well. 

Taehyung doesn’t argue with you. You have enough on your plate already and he knows you’re very much conscious of the mess you’ve brought upon yourself. 

When you leave work and Taehyung, your phone starts to ring in your pocket and you’re thrilled to see Ash’s name displayed. 

“Hi!” Your friend cheerfully greets you and the conversation immediately flows. 

She tells you how amazing it’s been living with Lucca and how they’re currently making her favorite dish. 

“That’s great, Ash.” 

When she’s about to ask you how your new apartment is, Lucca cuts her off, talking on the phone instead. 

“Y/N, come over! We have your favorite wine.” 

The offer tempts and you agree, taking transportation towards your old apartment. It doesn’t even faze you to text Jeongguk that you’ll come home a bit later, too excited to see your friends again after so long. 

Jeongguk has just finished changing So-ah’s diaper, when he realizes it’s dark outside, and you haven’t come home yet. Just as he begins to worry, he scolds himself internally for worrying about you as if he even cares about you in the first place. You’re doing fine without him. Right? 

So-ah grabs Jeongguk’s attention when she manages to roll over for the first time and Jeongguk cheers her on, grabbing her face to give her kisses everywhere, her small arms flapping excitedly. 

“Wait, you have a roommate?” Lucca asks, as they pour a glass of wine in your almost empty glass. You find yourself sighing whenever Jeongguk is mentioned and you quickly see the images of his body against the natural darkness in the kitchen. 

“Yes, two actually.”

You spend the following thirty minutes explaining your scam situation, Jeongguk and his baby daughter now being your roommates for the next six months. You mention your irritation towards Jeongguk due to his annoying antics, and the kitchen encounter. 

“Woah.” Ash’s mouth has gone dry from keeping it open for a while, and Lucca doesn’t hesitate to drink up the rest of the wine in their glass. 

The situation is indeed complicated and overwhelming, and you chug along with Lucca on the wine while Ash starts coughing. 

“But listen, just because I’ve thought about it doesn’t mean I would.” 

Excuses, that’s all you can bring to the table and Ash rolls her eyes at your ridiculousness. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? You haven’t had sex for almost a year. Babe, sorry but you’re gonna cave.”

Your mouth drops in offense and you turn to get Lucca on your side, but they stay quiet which indicates they agree with every word. 

“S-seriously? You’re gonna pick Ash’s side over mine?” You point at your ex-roommate who smirks, knowing she’s won. 

“Y/N, you need a distraction.” Ash speaks first, holding onto both of your hands for comfort because she’s worried, you can see it in her eyes that slightly crinkle when she speaks. 

“A distraction?”

“Yes, someone who isn’t Jeongguk.” 

Lucca winces at the idea, watching Ash explain an idea that’s nothing but awful and stupid. 

“Um, maybe this isn’t—” Lucca tries to butt in, but Ash is stubborn. 

“Nonsense. Isn’t your friend Han-bin still single?” 

“Well, yes but—”

“Perfect. Y/N, you should go on a date with Han-bin. Not only is he a very sweet guy, but he’s an excellent cook.” Ash tries her hardest to sell Han-bin as best as possible for you, and at this point you’re desperate to try anything. 

Anything to get Jeongguk and his beautiful body out of your mind. 

“Okay, you can give him my number.” 

Lucca is about to throw a fight with Ash, but you’ve already agreed so there’s no point. 

“You’re not going to regret this babe.” Ash convinces you but deep down your gut feeling shifts uncomfortably at the idea. 

Two and a half weeks.

That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint. 

As you walk towards the exit, Jeongguk notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this…this is too classy, just not you. 

“Going somewhere?” 

You turn your head, Jeongguk watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his lap, holding onto her dad’s pinky. 

“Actually, yes I am.” You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. 

The bag in whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you had just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire. 

“But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

Jeongguk tries not to react to the word date but his jaw clenches as he tries to force out a fake smile. 

“Good for you.” Jeongguk expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah. 

“Bye, sweet girl.” You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jeongguk’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, so much that he thinks he might faint. 

You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jeongguk can’t stop thinking about you. 

His mind constantly brings him back to the small kitchen encounter, and how both of your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room. 

He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date, and having a wonderful time. 

“And then, my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!” Han-bin explains jokingly, and you’ve lost track of the many experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that, and not Jeongguk. 

Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jeongguk has never once pointed out something great about you. 

Wait, why are you even thinking about Jeongguk? 

There’s only one solution for Jeongguk to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for over a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that. 

So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jeongguk gets to take someone home. 

Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the night. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jeongguk to laugh before his sister has to hang up because of her husband most likely messing up everything in the kitchen. 

The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences… 

“Want me to walk you home?” Han-bin suggests. 

You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for. 

“I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.”

It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. 

The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. You move quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound. 

You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jeongguk’s name is being moaned loudly. Your body freezes in place, and you feel like you’re stuck to the floor. 

Unfortunately, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you. 

Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable…you’re just stuck with no words. 

As you finally lay down, you squish a third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds, and somehow, weirdly enough, the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head.

Two and a half weeks. That’s how long it takes for you and Han-bin to find some time for the date that he’s planning. The pictures frame him nicely and it’s no lie that the guy is attractive, although your mood is dreading a weird feeling that you can’t exactly pinpoint. 

As you walk towards the exit, Jeongguk notices how nicely dressed you are. Normally you don’t bother adding a formality to your outfits, but this…this is too classy, just not you. 

“Going somewhere?” 

You turn your head, Jeongguk watching you from the couch as So-ah is laying on his lap, holding onto her dad’s pinky. 

“Actually, yes I am.” You answer confidently, holding tightly onto the strap of your bag. 

The bag in whom your mom gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, when in reality you had just wished for Jackson Wang merch. The bag is more expensive than your rent, and you feel weird using it today. Somehow you aren’t that comfortable being yourself yet, also the restaurant Han-bin has picked out is way too expensive for you to just wear your casual attire. 

“But, I’m gonna be late for my date so I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

Jeongguk tries not to react to the word date but his jaw clenches as he tries to force out a fake smile. 

“Good for you.” Jeongguk expects you to leave right away, but you catch him by surprise, walking towards him and So-ah. 

“Bye, sweet girl.” You squish her cheeks softly, as she coos excitedly and Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat at the love seeping through the room. His daughter watches you with careful eyes as you remove yourself from the frame, walking towards the front door and Jeongguk’s heart doesn’t stop pounding, so much that he thinks he might faint. 

You’ve only been gone for an hour and Jeongguk can’t stop thinking about you. 

His mind constantly brings him back to the small kitchen encounter, and how both of your faces were inches apart for a split second before he continued to walk towards his room. 

He needs to make this stop. He’s here at home groaning and frustrated over you, you who’s currently on a date, and having a wonderful time. 

“And then, my roommate proceeded to drink the same water!” Han-bin explains jokingly, and you’ve lost track of the many experiences he’s had with his four roommates. You’ve lost your appetite halfway through, the gross details clouding your mind, but thankfully it’s that, and not Jeongguk. 

Before you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, Han-bin compliments your hair and you smile at the sincerity of his comment. It makes you realize that Jeongguk has never once pointed out something great about you. 

Wait, why are you even thinking about Jeongguk? 

There’s only one solution for Jeongguk to get you out of his mind. He’s collected the dots and it’s because he hasn’t sex for over a year that he’s acting this way. You just managed to set him off. It’s nothing more personal than that. 

So, easily he’ll just need to get out there, maybe Jimin would be down to go clubbing tonight, and hopefully Jeongguk gets to take someone home. 

Which explains why he’s now talking to his sister, arranging for her to have So-ah for the night. She gladly accepts, her husband shouting nonsense in the background which causes Jeongguk to laugh before his sister has to hang up because of her husband most likely messing up everything in the kitchen. 

The date for you might’ve started out a bit weird, but slowly you realize Han-bin is a really nice guy and you enjoy talking to him. The conversation has a good balance, both of you speaking equally about interests, experiences… 

“Want me to walk you home?” Han-bin suggests. 

You have a lot on your mind, even though you managed to have a nice evening it doesn’t stop the nonsense that you’ve created for yourself regarding your roommate who you have the hots for. 

“I’m okay, thank you for tonight Han-bin.”

It’s a little over midnight when you arrive home. 

The apartment is dark which is code for bedtime for the whole house. You move quietly, tiptoeing to your room and trying your best to not make a sound. 

You hear a sudden whine echoing in the apartment, and before you can ask any questions, Jeongguk’s name is being moaned loudly. Your body freezes in place, and you feel like you’re stuck to the floor. 

Unfortunately, the moans don’t slow down, only increasing — the thin walls doing no favor for you. 

Emotions are all over the place. You don’t know if you’re angry, irritated, sad, happy, uncomfortable…you’re just stuck with no words. 

As you finally lay down, you squish a third pillow over your head, blocking out the skin slapping sounds, and somehow, weirdly enough, the situation motivates you to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head. 

Step one to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head, find a clubbing partner. 

“Taehyung, shut up you haven’t done anything other than complain about the lack of sex you’ve been experiencing lately.” You reason, as you look through your closet for eye-catching clothes that surely will get you laid. 

“Fuck you, you always know what to say to get me to agree.” 

With a groan Taehyung finally says the magic word, telling you he’ll see you later. This was easier than you had expected. 

Step two to get Jeon Jeongguk out of your head, find a club loaded with hot people. 

Thankfully, Taehyung knows his way around town and the club he’s picked out is perfect. As soon as you both step in, the neon lights catch you off guard along with the hard base and the moving dance floor. 

Going out with Taehyung is fun, until he’s shoving his tongue down a guy’s throat. Apparently they met by the bar, and Taehyung being the flirt, persuaded the stranger easily. 

Sipping on your straw, you keep your eyes on a lookout for a potential hookup. Most are occupied, either sexting someone or having someone close by. The bartender in front of you notices the wearing frown that covers your face. 

“You okay?” 

The unrecognizable voice catches you off guard and when you set eyes on the bartender, your mouth tries not to drop. 

The bartender is wearing a tight black t-shirt, showcasing his pecs and built shoulders. His hair is long, pulled behind a snapback. He looks at you with a worried expression, holding onto the counter. 

“I’m okay.” You force a smile. 

“Come on, I can tell something is bothering you. I’m all ears.”

The offer is kind and just as you’re about to say no, he continues. 

“Listen, I couldn’t help but notice your friend making out with that guy for the past thirty minutes.” You turn around, Taehyung still going at it, and you roll your eyes over your colleague being better than you at getting some. 

“Yeah, he’s got more luck than myself.” You sigh, folding your arms over the counter, and the bartender cracks a laugh. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get lucky.” He winks and your body grows hot. 

“I’m giving it an hour, or else I’m leaving.” You crack, and the bartender raises his eyebrows. 

You watch as he walks to the far side of the bar and comes out front to stand right in front of you. He towers over you, and you have to lift your head to look into his eyes, watching as they darken. One of his hands snakes around to the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. Your chest is flushed against his own and now you can really feel the hardness of his pecs, and your mouth waters. He places his other hand around to the side of your neck, lowering himself closer to your face. His lips ghost over your ear, the skin making the slightest contact as he speaks.

“You don't need an hour.”

A shiver rakes through your body at the proposition.

“I don't even know your name,” you say with a hint of a giggle laced in your tone.

“The name's Namjoon.” You nod, tracing your finger on his broad shoulder while his eyes continue to explore every inch of you. 

“Y/N.”

His grip tightens on you, and before you get a chance to speak Namjoon beats you to it. 

“Wanna get out of here?”

It takes nothing more than for you to drag Namjoon home with you, leaving Taehyung and his hookup behind. 

Namjoon is so bold that you’re completely blown away by his confidence. He’s managed to make you wet before even reaching your apartment. His words only build up the intensity of the situation and when you finally reach the front door, you look back, Namjoon biting on his lip as he patiently waits. 

When the key is turned, you grab Namjoon by the collar of his bomber jacket as you push inside the apartment, until you reach your room. 

Namjoon doesn’t waste another minute, grabbing you once again by the waist to connect your lips in a needy and passionate kiss. It’s full of tongue, along with lip bites. You whine against them when the tip of his tongue coats your bottom lip as he mischievously smirks. 

Your hands tug on his neck, pulling him as close as you can, all while his hands slip under your shirt, and roam on your naked back. His hands are slightly cold, sending a shiver. With enough pulling on each other’s clothes in desperation, Namjoon is the first to pull away trying to catch his breath. 

“Take off your shirt.” You don’t hesitate to obey, tugging on your top in a hurry before it lands on your bedroom floor. 

Jeongguk had just finished a last minute task at work, realizing he had enough time for a game of Overwatch. He’s focused on aiming, fingers moving at a speed on the controller. Just as he’s about to reach a win, he hears the front door close. 

He removes his headset, in doubt if he should walk out and greet you, ask you about your night with Taehyung or stay, and play stubborn. The decision gets made for him, when he hears an unfamiliar voice coming from your room. 

Wait. 

Namjoon hovers over you, his hands wandering over your upper body, not missing one inch. His warm breath almost swallows you whole as you slowly spread your legs further beneath him. 

He catches the signal quickly, moving more downwards, letting his mouth trail wildly on your naked skin. He nips at it softly, before replacing it with a wet kiss. 

As he’s reached further down, Namjoon locks eyes with you, supporting both hands on your waist. 

“Can I eat you out?”

When Jeongguk hears the first moan from your room, he feels instant irritation. In reality, it’s not anything he can actually get mad about when not even twenty four hours ago, he was knees deep in a stranger. But something ticks in Jeongguk when he hears how someone else is making you moan like that. 

“Ah—Fuck!” Your grip tightens on Namjoon’s long dark hair, his tongue rolling over your clit in circles. 

Namjoon is making sure you feel every inch of pleasure, taking his time with his mouth and fingers. You’ve forgotten how great it feels, and Namjoon was definitely the right guy to bring home.

His mouth pushes further against your core, lapping his tongue wherever it can reach and your legs begin to shake under his touch. It’s been a while for you, so your body doesn’t hold you back any further from reaching climax.

Jeongguk has blocked out the sounds from your room with his headphones. The sounds from Overwatch are helping him hear only the gunshots and effects the game carries, yet the sounds don’t stop him from feeling a tinge of jealousy. He doesn’t want to admit it, too stubborn to do so. 

But the thought of someone making you come undone this second, settles itself as an uncomfortable pit in his stomach, and he grabs his controller more aggressively, frustration coursing through his veins. 

What are you doing to him?  

Time passes quickly, both you and Jeongguk distancing each other from one another. 

You barely throw a glance at one another. 

For example, yesterday when Jeongguk passed by the living room, you were sitting in silence as New Girl rolled in the background. He knows you could hear him passing, but you didn’t even bother to acknowledge him. 

Jeongguk wishes deep down that the action didn’t hurt him, but somehow it did and now he can’t be around you for his own well being. 

Which results in one month of barely any contact. 

Although, it changes the day Jeongguk has to go to a meeting. His boss was okay with him bringing So-ah as Ji-eun didn’t have time to pick her up for a few hours — and he surely didn’t want to ask you. 

So-ah behaves, zero disturbance caused to the meeting and Jeongguk lets her hold his pinky while his boss throws in the plan for the upcoming year. 

When the meeting ends, Jeongguk gets a lot of praise from his boss which flusters him as he leaves the building. 

“Ready to go home So-ah?” She responds with her mouth doing all kinds of noises. She’s slowly growing more, and Jeongguk is touched by how beautiful his daughter is becoming with each passing day. 

Going home doesn’t go as planned. You see, Jeongguk had always worked from home, due to his job consisting mostly of online work. So he barely leaves the apartment except for grocery shopping or to meet Jimin. Which is the reason behind his big mistake; forgetting his keys. 

It was a new system. The code for opening doors had been dropped after scam episodes had increased. Last month the whole residency got new locks along with a pair of keys. 

Jeongguk hates himself, because now there’s only one solution and he really doesn’t want to go there. 

When he pulls up by the kindergarten, Jeongguk mentally prays the interaction won’t be awkward. Not that it hasn’t been awkward the last month, but this is different. He’s about to enter your workplace for a goddamn key because his ass rushed out the apartment instead of being smart and double checking that he had everything before leaving in a hurry. 

You’re gonna hate him for this. 

He can already imagine the slight frown you’ll have, trying your best not to scold him harshly. 

It’s empty when Jeongguk walks in, So-ah sitting comfortably in the infant car seat, which Jeongguk holds onto tightly. 

“Hello?” He calls out, the hallway completely deserted. That’s until a man peeks his head out, raising both eyebrows. 

“Hi, can I help you?” He walks towards him, drying his hands in what seems to be a cloth. 

“Hi, yes. I’m looking for Y/N.” 

The man in front of him drops his mouth before it turns to a boxy grin. 

“Oh my god. Are you Jeongguk?” The face Jeongguk makes, proves the man’s assumption. 

“Taehyung? Could you come help me with—Jeongguk?” He turns to see you, your brows in a frown as he suspected. 

“Oh, you’re Taehyung?” Jeongguk completely ignores your confused state, too excited to meet the Kim Taehyung that his roommate is very fond of. 

“An honor.” Taehyung bows comically, and Jeongguk cracks a laugh from the action. Just as Taehyung is about to crouch down to say hello to the little one, you step further, meeting Jeongguk eye to eye. 

“Jeongguk? What are you doing here?” You ask. 

Taehyung ignores your question, greeting So-ah gently as Jeongguk explains to you the situation. He tries to make himself sound less stupid than he was in the situation, but you don’t seem to buy it. 

You sigh, crossing your arms. “How do you even forget a key?” 

Great, you’re starting a fight. 

“It just happened, now can I borrow yours so I can go home?” Jeongguk’s tone is a bit snappy, and you notice, quickly fuming on the inside. 

Taehyung notices the tension, sending a glance to So-ah that screams ‘am I seeing this too?’ So-ah starts giggling and Taehyung knows internally that she agrees with him. He loves her already. 

“Fine, just—Don’t let this happen again.” You say sternly, before walking away to grab your keys. 

“Trust me, it won’t.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes when your back turns. 

You aggressively shove the keys in Jeongguk’s hand, Taehyung still having a conversation with So-ah throwing funny glances, but neither you nor Jeongguk notice, too busy staring each other down. 

“Great.”

“Great!” Jeongguk responds more aggressively, saying a calm goodbye to Taehyung who excitedly waves to So-ah. 

And then he’s out of there faster than lighting. 

“Jesus, what crawled up your asses?” Taehyung asks, scoffing in disbelief. 

“Nothing. Now come help me with the outdoor tables.”

He doesn’t ask any further, seeing you really don’t want to talk about it at this moment. 

Jeongguk has already started to cook when you ring the doorbell. He opens, greeting you with the expression he left you with at work. 

You return the same energy, not speaking to him as you remove your coat. 

You’re about to walk into your bedroom to avoid Jeongguk when So-ah catches your attention in the living room, rolling around on her own and chewing on a toy. She’s too cute to ignore, so you decide to join her, sitting beside her as you squish her cheeks in a playful manner. 

“Look at you, you’ve grown so much.” 

You can’t believe you’ve been a witness to So-ah’s growth. She’s already able to grab onto things, rolling around and rocking back and forth which is a sign she’ll be able to crawl soon. 

As you continue to play with her, letting her explore and sing as she babbles all kinds of nonsense, Jeongguk turns to watch the scene. 

You’ve always been careful with So-ah, grasping her as your own and caring a lot for her. He’s noticed how So-ah barely cries anymore, being more calm in your presence. He could get used to this, watching you play with his daughter as he cooks for all three of you. He’s at peace, comfortable with everything in front of him and—

The realization hits Jeongguk. 

He doesn’t hate you.

You don’t remember the exact moment you realized you didn’t hate Jeongguk. It just… happened. 

One day you were in the kitchen and he walked past you, minding his own business and you didn’t have any urge to throw a remark. No, you felt at ease, letting your eyes admire him rather than watch him out of spite. 

Panic seeped through you when you looked at the overall situation. 

You don’t hate Jeongguk, you’ve thought about fucking h—shit. What does this mean? Do you… do you like him? 

That’s crazy, there’s no way you possibly like Jeongguk or even starting too, which is how you find yourself agreeing to go on yet another date with Han-bin. 

Last time hadn’t turned out that bad. The company was nice, you felt comfortable and yet something just didn’t feel right. Maybe it was the gross experiences Han-bin wasn’t so afraid to share with you, or maybe… because he isn’t a certain someone. 

No. 

You’re going on that date. 

The moment you leave the apartment, Jeongguk is taking his afternoon nap with So-ah so you don’t bother notifying him where you’re going. There’s a certain ache in your heart the closer you are to the location picked out by Han-bin. 

Once again, it’s too fancy for your liking but Han-bin makes the environment comfortable with the company of his wild stories. They’re less gross this time and you find yourself laughing at a few of them. 

Time flies rather quickly with Han-bin’s company. 

If this weren’t a date, you’d be more at ease because Han-bin is a kind person. But dating him might be a stretch for yourself, seeing your mind keeps tracing back to your roommate who probably still hates your guts. 

“Hey, can I be honest with you?” Han-bin throws you off guard with his question, but you nod regardless. 

“I’ve had a great time hanging out with you but,” Han-bin looks at you with a genuine and soft smile, “I don’t really think there’s that spark you know?” 

“Spark?” 

Sure, you’ve dated a few people in the past but no one threw the word spark in the conversation. 

You’ve always found it to be a cliché, like every romantic comedy who makes the spark obvious from the beginning. The spark that messes with the main character and their love interest, them tumbling against it until they get in a fight or have to share the same bed, which results in them sharing a passionate kiss, and one of them magically proclaims the love they’ve always had for that person. 

That surely doesn’t exist in real life. 

“You know, the spark where you know that this person is much more to you. Someone who isn’t just a friend.” Han-bin says, his tone laced with hopefulness. 

It’s then you realize that Han-bin is a romantic, a person who believes in finding that special someone.

“Yeah. I’m sure you’ll find that Han-bin. You’re a great guy.”

“Wait, you’re not angry?” 

It’s cute how scared he is to offend you. 

“No, no of course not. I see where you’re coming from.” 

Han-bin’s shoulders loosen at your words, feeling more at ease since he’s decided to throw it in the conversation. 

Before you depart your ways, you both come to an agreement of keeping in touch as friends.

Arriving late at the apartment, you move quietly by the entrance. 

As you’re reaching your bedroom, Jeongguk catches you off guard. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “You’re all good.’’ He doesn’t deny it and you feel a tinge of guilt, seeing the time is past midnight once again. 

You’re about to enter your bedroom door with a simple goodnight when Jeongguk catches you off guard with a question. 

“Hey, where were you?” Jeongguk is leaning against the wall, arms crossed which only showcase more of his prominent chest and his sleeve sneaking out of his loose t-shirt. 

“On a date.” You respond coldly, letting go of the handle. 

Jeongguk hums, mumbling something along the lines of, "Figured.’’ 

It throws you off, in a not so cute way. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

It’s almost as if he spoke in a tone for you to hear on purpose, and you’re falling into his trap. 

He shrugs lightly. "Nothing.’’ 

He’s about to turn around, wearing a smug smile when you continue, setting yourself up for whatever he’s trying to do. 

“Clearly it was something.”

“Not really.” His unbothered attitude sets you off like a grenade, and you’ve finally lost your cool with Jeon Jeongguk. 

“You know what? You drive me fucking nuts!” You don’t bother to care how much you’ve raised your voice. “You’re always pissing me off for no fucking reason!” Your face feels hot, the anger spilling out of you. 

Jeongguk scoffs, unfolding his arms and moving closer to you. 

“I pissed you off because you started this! With your fucking morning smoothie.” He isn’t helping with the noise, raising his voice as much as you. 

“That was one time. Do you need me to quote every time you’ve managed to throw me off?!” Your veins are straining against your neck, giving everything you have into your shouting. 

“Go ahead!”

“You took the rest of the milk. You spoiled the movie I was currently watching. You threw remarks whenever I did the slightest thing, and now? Now you’re commenting on my date!”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at your comment, not bothering to answer you. 

Yet you continue, because you’re fueling on the inside. 

“You have no rights, when you were fucking someone else!” 

You’ve given the signal that you were somehow affected by it, and Jeongguk quickly catches it. 

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not.” You cross your arms, determined to not let him think otherwise. 

“Just admit it!” 

Your faces are mere inches apart, both panting at a rapid pace. The whole room is heated and you feel yourself sweat underneath your shirt from all the shouting. 

“Fuck you.” 

It’s barely a whisper. 

Neither of you move. Eyes are wandering on each other’s faces and that’s when you notice Jeongguk’s gaze dropping down to your lips. 

You’re seeing red, although your body feels heated as you move closer, Jeongguk’s breath melting into yours. 

Jeongguk studies your gaze before he moves closer, lips about to brush against yours. 

As you’re about to lean in yourself, So-ah starts crying next door, snapping the both of you out of your trance. 

“I– I better…” Jeongguk starts. 

“Y-yeah, go ahead.” You stutter, moving further away and when Jeongguk leaves the hallway, you breathe out. 

What the actual fuck.

The following days you avoid Jeongguk like the plague. You’ve never been more confused and irritated before. And yet, you can’t stop thinking about it. How close his face was, how his lips were about to seek yours until So-ah started to cry. 

Decisions need to be made. You can’t continue on like this. You need to talk to Jeongguk, without screaming at him and wanting to rip his face off. 

As you’re laying under the covers, your thoughts are spiraling around you. You’re contemplating if you should ask him to talk now because your mind won’t let you rest if you don’t. 

Fuck it. 

You get up in a hurry, walking in a straight line directly to Jeongguk’s room. After a few minutes of just staring Jeongguk’s door down, your body gives in, knocking on his door calmly. 

When he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you. 

“Hey.”

“Hi, can we talk? No fighting, just talk.”

Jeongguk nods, grabbing a hoodie by his desk. 

Jeongguk doesn’t want to wake up So-ah, so you sit outside, with a cup of tea. It was your idea. Somehow tea always managed to calm down your nerves, and if you wanted to withhold your promise to not fight, you needed to drink some of it along the way. 

“What did you wanna talk about?” He sounds nervous, and your mind re-directs you back to when the both of you were about to kiss in the heat of the moment. 

Instead of bringing that onto the table, you want to ask Jeongguk some things that have never left your mind since you moved in. 

“It’s more of a question.” You make it clear and Jeongguk turns his head, nodding for you to continue. 

“What happened? Why is it only you and So-ah?”

Jeongguk lets your question sink in. He’s uncertain if he wants to talk about it, or rather with you. It has somehow been easier for him to distance himself, push you away as much as he could, but that isn’t enough. 

You’re still here, sitting next to him as you admire the stars while awaiting his answer. 

The silence overflows, the wind curving itself as a comfort blanket around you both as you admire the small lights peaking out in the city. 

Jeongguk has always been scared of your curious gaze, yet now, it makes sense for him to tell you everything, let his shield down and give you everything that’s needed for you to understand him completely. 

It’s what is needed for you to stop fighting and stepping on each other for no reason. 

“Her name was Seul-ki.” 

You turn, surprised he’s answering your question but you stay quiet, letting Jeongguk speak. 

“She was always selfish. I should’ve known better.” Jeongguk trails his finger against the mug, images of her flooding his mind. 

He looks up, meeting your eyes and you smile softly at him. The smile brings an unwanted comfort, but it helps Jeongguk to go through with answering your question fully.

“So-ah was around one month old when Seul-ki got a huge opportunity for her career. She didn’t hesitate to take the chance. But with So-ah, it made it difficult for her to go through with it, so she wanted to give So-ah up for adoption and I just—” Jeongguk takes a deep breath, slightly beginning to tremble. 

“I couldn’t. I couldn’t let her do it.” Jeongguk’s hand trembles against the mug, keeping his emotions locked in, even though they’re close to breaking out. 

“So, she left us.”

“That must’ve been really hard for you.” You’re trying your best not to hold him for comfort, knowing he isn’t exactly fond of you. But something aches in you when you see the tremble he’s currently carrying and how his voice has turned broken. 

“Yeah.” He’s in doubt of what to say. But something in him continues, letting his inner thoughts win him over. Every frustration, pain and heartbreaking moments he’s felt since Seul-ki left. 

“Sometimes I wonder if I have made the right choice. In the beginning So-ah would cry constantly, she’d be distressed and I couldn’t help because I’m not her mother. Sometimes you just need both of your parents and she—she hasn’t…” 

“Jeongguk.” 

Your warm hand lands on his, catching him off guard. 

“You’re an amazing dad. So-ah doesn’t need anyone else. You’re all she needs.” Your voice is soothing, melting him softly. He believes every word, trusting you much more than he had anticipated, and with the hopeful eyes you’re giving him, he knows he’ll be okay. 

So-ah and him will be okay, without Seul-ki. 

“Thank you.” Jeongguk smiles, the first genuine smile he’s given you since you moved in. 

You stay in place, letting the silence sink in between you as the cold wind flows. 

The starry night is beautiful, alive even. Sparkling and twinkling above you, reminding you of the beauty behind this earth. As you admire the details, Jeongguk looks at you, his heart healing the longer he does and he never wants to let go of this moment.

Everything becomes easier. 

You and Jeongguk don’t fight anymore, instead you talk and grow closer as time passes. 

You’re still looking for a new apartment, even though the tension has eased down. 

A plan is a plan. 

Whenever you bring up the apartment search into a conversation between Jeongguk and you, his demeanor changes quickly and he immediately shuts himself off. Here you were, thinking he’d be happy that you’re withholding your deal, not irritated. 

Instead of letting it get to you, you continue to hang out with Ash and Lucca. 

“So, Han-bin was a bad idea.” Ash repeats as you’ve told her how the two dates went. 

“I already called it the moment you recommended that idea. Like it was the best plan you’ve ever had.” Lucca intervenes, crossing their arms. Ash rolls her eyes at her partner, too embarrassed that they might’ve been right. 

“But, Ash was right. Han-bin is a sweet guy.” You say to hopefully cheer up your friend who’s about to mop in a corner. “We even decided to stay friends.” 

With that, Ash excitedly cheers, and it’s probably because she’s a firm believer in friends to lovers and that it’s the most realistic trope there is out there, meaning she thinks in two three months you’ll finally have a spark with Han-bin. 

“How’s the apartment search going?” Lucca directs the conversation somewhere else, mostly to cool down Ash who’s probably planning a Pinterest wedding board for you and Han-bin in the future. 

“It’s going, I think I found a place.”

The supermarket isn’t as crowded as Jeongguk anticipated when he came to the conclusion at the last minute that groceries were needed.  

So-ah is clutched tightly onto him, due to the baby sling that Jeongguk had mastered the older So-ah got. With her head squished under his chin, Jeongguk walks freely, collecting the products at a slow pace. 

“Jeongguk?” His eyes avert to the sound, catching Taehyung waving at him. 

As Taehyung moves closer, Jeongguk places down the item to greet him properly. 

“Hi, So-ah.” 

Jeongguk turns so Taehyung can get a better look at her, her eyes turning wide when she sees him. 

“She likes you.” Jeongguk notices, and Taehyung squishes her cheek carefully. 

“The feeling is mutual.” He cracks a smile. “How’ve you been? Last time I saw you, you and Y/N were about to bite each other’s faces off.” 

The tone indicates he’s joking, although still curious as to how the relationship stands between the two. 

“It’s… It’s better.” 

It actually is, and Jeongguk’s lips curl into a smile with the memory of your conversation. 

“That’s great to hear. She’s been super stressed with finding an apartment.” 

The information throws Jeongguk off guard. Are you that desperate to leave? Right after he opened up to you? 

Taehyung quickly catches how Jeongguk’s eyes turn downward, his jaw clenching. He’s uncertain if he should point it out, or leave it as it is. 

Thankfully, he gets saved by a call. 

“Hey, sorry my brother’s calling me. I’ll see you around?” Jeongguk nods, and Taehyung softly says goodbye to So-ah before leaving with his phone by the ear. 

The uncomfortable pit never leaves Jeongguk’s stomach after his run-in with Taehyung. He knows that there isn’t much time left, and you had made him the promise to leave the moment it hits six months but now? Now Jeongguk isn’t so sure if he even wants you to leave.

The last few weeks are spent on apartment hunting. You’re barely home, too busy with open houses after work and on the weekends. It’s an easy distraction from your repressed feelings towards Jeongguk, and it’s exactly what you need. Sooner or later you’ll leave your roommates and start over on your own. 

Jeongguk has an urge to tell you how he feels, how angry he is that you’re leaving but you keep missing each other. 

Whenever he passes by your room, he’s close to doing it but then you’re in a hurry to reach the next open house. 

If he hadn’t felt anything for you, he’d be extremely grateful that you’re doing all of this. You actually kept your promise and made yourself trustworthy. 

But, the clock is ticking and Jeongguk is running out of time. He needs to do something, fast.  

The weekend rolls around, and Jimin comes to pick up So-ah for the night. 

“I owe you big time. Thank you.” He hands Jimin an overnight bag, with everything he needs to take care of So-ah. 

“Don’t mess this up Jeongguk.” He gives a warning and Jeongguk’s palms start to sweat. 

“I won’t.” Jimin leaves quickly after, leaving Jeongguk alone with his thoughts. 

Work runs smoothly, Taehyung and you having fun with the children throughout the day but as soon as the golden sunset comes to view, you’re excited to go home. 

Home. 

Soon that home will turn into a different place and it makes your heart drop by the thought. You’ll miss Jeongguk, with his crazy and annoying remarks. You’ll miss So-ah, her galaxy eyes and her curiosity. 

But nothing lasts forever. 

The apartment feels empty when you walk in. 

You don’t hear So-ah or Jeongguk’s Overwatch that he always forgets to turn off. 

When you move to the living room, Jeongguk is sitting on the couch, his leg bouncing at a quick pace. 

“Jeongguk?” His head snaps up. 

“Y/N, hi.” He gets up, moving closer to you. 

“Are you okay?” 

He hasn’t stopped rubbing his palm on his neck, a nervous habit you’ve quickly caught onto while living with Jeongguk. 

“I’m fine. I need to say something.” His voice is stern and you quickly step back, nodding. 

“Okay.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” 

Your heart stops at his words. 

“What? Why?” 

Jeongguk steps closer, his breathing uneven as he studies your face. “B-because…” 

The nervous stuttering doesn’t stop and Jeongguk closes his eyes for a moment. 

“Because I–”

Jeongguk doesn’t continue his sentence, pulling you closer by the waist before he lets his lips glide above yours. His lips feel soft, and your breath hitches subtly right as he presses them down to yours. 

The kiss is short, Jeongguk pulling away just before you have a chance to act upon it yourself. 

“That’s why.” Jeongguk doesn’t let his arm fall from your waist, still holding onto you tight. 

You don’t respond, instead your hand moves upwards, resting it by his cheek. Jeongguk gulps by your action, leaning into your hand for more comfort and you smile softly at him. 

“I won’t leave.” You confirm and Jeongguk’s body loosens, melting against yours as he reconnects your lips in yet another kiss. 

You clutch yourself to him, as your lips move in sync, giving each other every comfort needed. 

Neither of you move away, letting the kiss grow heated. When Jeongguk slips his tongue past your lips, you’re almost drowning in his touch. He’s careful, teasing you along the way while giving you a taste of himself. You’re just about to pull him further in when he stops, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Do you want to—”

“Stop? No.” You hover your lips above his, before you whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

You’ve waited too long for this, and now that you finally have Jeongguk you don’t ever want this moment to end. 

Jeongguk’s demeanor changes completely, his softness somehow disappearing and an ache begins to grow between your legs on what’s to come. 

He turns you both around, pushing you down on the sofa. Jeongguk continues to kiss you, his hand wandering on your breasts, before it drags further down, grabbing your thigh softly. 

You offer to touch him everywhere, starting by his back. Your hands slip through his t-shirt to roam on the naked skin. It feels delicate against your palm the further you drag it upwards to his nape. 

Jeongguk’s breathing changes due to your touch, his lips moving further down, reaching your neck. His tongue traces patterns, letting you feel the wet sensation while your hold on Jeongguk tightens. 

It doesn’t exactly click for you that Jeongguk is hovering above you, giving you his time with his tongue on your neck. And it only excites you more that it’s finally happening. 

“Jeongguk.” You murmur under your breath, bucking your hips forward in hopes of grazing yourself against his bulge. 

He groans against your neck at your neediness, giving you a small bite which makes you gasp. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.” He says softly, his words trail gently on your skin, and you smile from the confirmation he just gave you. 

When he reaches your waistband, you grab ahold of his cheek. 

“What are you doing?” It’s not that you don’t want to, of course you do. You haven’t thought about anything else for the past three months of living with Jeongguk but you’re nervous. 

“Let me make you feel good. Can I?”

You gulp, nodding nervously, letting him have his way with you. 

Jeongguk doesn’t even struggle when he takes off your pants, removing them perfectly and it almost makes you crack up at how ideal it was. 

Your grin is exchanged with a frown of pleasure when Jeongguk traces his fingers on the fabric of your thong. He’s making you work for it and frankly, you don’t mind. 

The pad of his fingers press down on your clit, making your breath hitch by the sensation. You feel everything yet nothing and it makes your body buck into his hand. Jeongguk smirks by the sudden action, continuing to tease you with his fingers until you’ll plead. 

The touching continues, a few presses once in a while making you hiss. He hasn’t dared to move beneath the fabric and your patience is running on a thin thread. 

Without thinking further, you grab ahold of his wrist. You’re done with his teasing. It’s unfair that he’s here, taking his time with you when you’ve both been longing for this exact moment. 

“Jeon Jeongguk.” He grins at the use of his full name and you want to throw a fit. 

“I’ll stop, I promise.” He pecks your lips, and considering you trust him, you let go of his wrist. 

Some things truly never change. 

He keeps his word, removing the fabric instead of teasing you further. The cool air hits your core, making you shudder before Jeongguk can continue. His palm keeps itself rested on your thigh, while his tattooed hand comes in contact with your slit. 

The first few strokes are slow, collecting some of your arousal and spreading it all over. Jeongguk’s mouth is agape, eyes heavy as he watches your exposed heat and his fingers decorating it with slow movements. 

“Fuck, baby.” Jeongguk breathes out, stunned to have you like this. 

The pet name causes your cheeks to heat up, flustered by such. 

No warnings, and Jeongguk inserts both fingers slowly, stretching you with ease. The feeling causes you to moan, as you’re too entranced by the pleasure. 

There’s something about the way Jeongguk works with his fingers that almost sends you into orbit. The way he gently curls them, making them pet on your g-spot whenever he manages to get his fingers all the way inside. The way his thumb traces circles on your clit, increasing the feelings evoking. 

When you begin to feel overwhelmed, you grab onto Jeongguk’s forearm, pressing down. Jeongguk is even more determined to make you come, maintaining the same pace. 

You feel the familiar pit in your stomach, forming as time passes. Although, Jeongguk has a lot more on his sleeve than just touching you. 

Being too focused on the thrill of the situation, you don’t notice Jeongguk crouching down. It’s first when he replaces his thumb with his tongue that you’re aware of what he’s doing. Your legs are shaking beside him, feeling yourself get much closer and Jeongguk wants nothing more than to taste you. 

To his luck, your body shudders followed by a high pitched moan as you finish. Jeongguk pecks your clit, before moving upwards to face you. Your breathing is uneven, your whole body warm and you’re smiling softly at him.  

When Jeongguk pecks your lips, you take him by surprise, grabbing onto his cock through the material. He groans against your lips, astonished by your bold move. You don’t stop, pumping him while your tongues consume one another. 

Jeongguk is already hard. He’s been ever since you laid beneath him, spreading your legs out for him. Even though Jeongguk is enjoying your touch, he’s impatient. 

“Stay here.” Before you can even question anything, Jeongguk runs out directly to his room. He quickly returns, with a condom in hand. When he’s about to lay down, you push both of his shoulders, making him land in an upright position. 

You straddle him, wrapping both arms around his neck. “Come on big boy, show me what you got.” Maybe you’re saying this because you know Jeongguk will absolutely fall into your trap and amaze you. 

“I’ll show you.” His gaze is intense, yet he’s already fiddling with his pants, desperate to get them off. You aren’t exactly helping, grinding down on the material of his pants, which gets him distracted. 

“Y/N, please.” You’re suppressing a smile, commanding either way and lifting your hips to help him get his pants off quicker. You aren’t exactly better yourself, wanting nothing more than for Jeongguk to fuck you. 

Jeongguk is quick on his feet, rolling the condom with ease before gently pressing into you. Your knees sink further down, inviting more of him in and the unfamiliar stretch feels pleasant. When your knees have sunk fully down, you take a moment to adapt. 

“Shit.” Jeongguk moans, mind spinning at how nicely you wrap around him. 

You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly. 

“Fucking hell,” Jeongguk curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes the chance of grabbing your ass tightly, making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jeongguk is regaining. 

His eyes avert downwards, watching how your bodies dissolve and how he disappears inside of you. 

The movement of your hips slow down, your body still processing your orgasm from earlier which had somewhat made you exhausted. 

Jeongguk helps you, grabbing onto your hips, leaving you to sit still while he bucks his hips at a much faster pace. Your moans are clogged, too stunned to process the feeling of his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

“Fuck—” You breathe out, clutching yourself onto Jeongguk who isn’t slowing down. He’s surely showing you everything he’s got and you’re already close. 

With no warning, you tense above him, your orgasm washing over you, filling your body with warmth. Jeongguk follows soon after, giving one last thrust as he moans against your neck. 

The both of you stay put, trying to regulate your breathing. “Was that good enough for you?” Jeongguk asks between pants and you slap him lightly on the shoulder, because he knows it was better than good enough.

“Oh my god! Jeongguk hurry!” You scream excitedly, still holding onto So-ah who’s standing on two feet, ready to take her first step. 

“Don’t let her walk!” Jeongguk screams from the bathroom, finishing up his shower after his workout from earlier. You roll your eyes, holding tightly onto So-ah who’s trying to move out of your grasp to walk. 

Jeongguk runs out quickly not long after, in only a towel because moments like these are rare and there’s no way he’s about to miss out on his daughter walking for the first time. 

“Okay, come here So-ah.” Jeongguk kneels, spreading his arms open for his daughter and she screams softly, wobbling towards her dad but managing two steps in before Jeongguk has to sweep her in. 

You clap excitedly at So-ah having taken her first step and you catch Jeongguk’s eyes watering. 

“So-ah, you did it.” Jeongguk kisses her on the cheek. 

Moments like these are only the beginning for the three of you, and you’re thrilled. 

[jjkeverlast]

Are you done writing then? 😭 since it says archive. Do you had another blog?

hi! i write mxm now on AO3 under the same @ :D but yeah i don’t write reader insert fics anymore. i used to back in 2022-23 ish and rn i’m just re-uploading older works for those who liked reading them. i don’t have another blog no! this is the only one i have on tumblr:)

[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk

jeon jeongguk has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected. (inspired by seven)

this is a re-upload, if you’ve seen this before, this is why:)

— masterlist

✦ MONDAY

✦ TUESDAY

✦ WEDNESDAY

✦ THURSDAY

✦ FRIDAY

✦ SATURDAY

✦ SUNDAY

[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk

✦ pairing fwb!jk x fem!reader

✦ rating explicit (+18)

✦ summary jeon jeongguk has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

✦ warnings & tags college AU, smut, pwp, domesticity, it’s jeongguk’s birthday so y’know BIRTHDAY SEX!!!!! YIPPIE!!!, soft shower session:(((, it turns hot tho lol, they’re freaks okay, foreplay, fingering, handjob, unprotected again lmfao, cute aftercare:(((, funny ending lol

✦ word count 3.4k

✦ author’s note this is a re-upload, if you’ve seen this before, this is why:)

masterlist

The constant ringing beside you is what causes you to stir awake in your sleep, Jeongguk’s face resting in the crook of your neck. You squint one eye open, realizing it’s dark outside. Groaning as you stretch, you realize it isn’t your phone that’s ringing but Jeongguk’s.

“Guk.” You mumble, running your fingers through his hair to wake him up gently after your nap, that may have turned into a full night sleep instead. 

“Mhm.” He nuzzles his nose further against your skin, breathing in your scent as you feel his smile starting to stretch against it.

“Your phone is ringing.” You explain, voice a tad hoarse.

Jeongguk doesn’t move, only his arm reaching over his one night stand to fiddle after the constant buzzing. When his hand lands flatly on his phone, he grabs it, not in the mood to check and puts it against his ear.

“Hello?” The moment another voice rings through it, Jeongguk moves up and walks out of the bedroom. You don’t question him, hearing it’s his mother talking to him. 

While he strolls directly to the living room, you take the time to bring some light in his room. You check the time, realizing it’s a bit past midnight. It takes you by complete surprise by how you and Jeongguk were able to sleep for so long. 

You also quickly realize you have to use the bathroom, and that’s when you walk out to do so only to hear—

“Thank you for the birthday wish, mom. Miss you too.” He speaks softly. 

Wait, it’s Jeongguk’s birthday today? You halt in your steps, considering if you should ask further but you go against it, proceeding to go to the bathroom. 

When you walk back into the bedroom, Jeongguk is changing the covers with a smile pampering his face. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi.” He bites back a giggle, and that’s when you can’t help but ask.

“Sorry, it wasn’t meant for me to overhear, but is it your birthday today?” You ask with caution, careful not to overstep. After all, you and Jeongguk just started ‘this’ and it’s still new, therefore the last thing you want is to cross boundaries and make Jeongguk uncomfortable.

In regards to that, Jeongguk surprises you by walking up to you and pulling you by the waist, letting your foreheads touch and support against each other. 

“It is.” He confirms, smiling much wider now. 

“Happy birthday, Jeongguk.” You wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling your noses together which creates a slight tickle. 

“Thank you, baby.” He pecks your lips slowly, embracing the warmth from your shared kiss. 

When he slowly pulls away, his eyes are still closed. 

“How do you want to spend your… night?” 

“Oh shit, you’re right.” His eyes pop open when he realizes he has more than a whole day ahead of him, his birthday barely starting. 

The expression on Jeongguk’s face is comical, causing you to laugh against his cheek as you rub your hand on his back in circles. 

“I wanna eat fried chicken.” 

The only fried chicken shop that’s open right now, is a good ten minute walk from here but if it’s Jeongguk’s wish, you’re happy to accompany him to create the best ‘day’ for him. 

“Then, let’s go.” 

Jeongguk’s face brightens at your comment, excitement already increasing as you both get ready to step out of the door. He’s kind enough to lend you some clothes that fit your size. The air is a bit more chilly now as the night has settled in. 

The hoodie smells like Jeongguk, as you swallow your face into it, stepping out of his apartment with him trailing behind. 

Namjoon is apparently first arriving early in the morning, so for the night it’ll be just you and Jeongguk and a lot of fried chicken to digest. 

With hands intertwined, Jeongguk swings your arm back and forth as you walk excitedly to the 24 hour open shop. 

“Are you planning to go to Busan tomorrow?” You ask, remembering that it’s his hometown, and surely his family must want him home and celebrate him as he deserves. 

“Yeah, my mom also called to double check if I’m able to. I’ve done it since I moved to Seoul, hence why I’m so excited today as well. I’ve really missed my parents… And Bam.” 

“Bam?” 

“My dog. I’m not able to have him in the apartment with Namjoon due to the rules in the building, so my parents promised to take good care of him.” The conversation results in Jeongguk sharing and showing you endless pictures and videos of Bam. 

You coo as you watch the close up videos of Bam booping his nose against the camera when Jeongguk calls his name. 

“I would be excited too if that was waiting for me at home.” 

Jeongguk is quick to agree with your comment, and shortly after, you’ve reached the destination. Since it’s his birthday, you’re offering to pay, Jeongguk quickly shutting down your kind gesture but you’re having none of it. Your stubbornness is worse than his, causing you to win against him and pay the older man who owns the shop. 

Jeongguk decides he’d rather eat it at home, which is why you carry a big white plastic bag on the way back. The smell accompanies you the whole way, stomachs rumbling the closer you reach Jeongguk’s apartment. 

Finally entering the warmth of Jeongguk’s place, you squeeze yourselves in the kitchen to grab the necessities. Jeongguk tries to push you away whenever you want to help, because ‘it’s my day, I decide.’ Which is true, but you want to do more for his birthday. 

Finally, you sit by the edge of the couch, opening the white box filled with fried chicken. Jeongguk hands you a glove, before diving in himself and munching down on the crunchy food. You join him later, salivating at how good it tastes and how the flavors mold nicely together. 

Jeongguk wanted every kind of dip, which explains why there’s an exact number of eight dips sprawled on the coffee table. He’s not even dipping one fried chicken in one, no, he’s taking a bit of each. The action causes you to stifle a weirded out expression. 

“How come one dip isn’t enough for you?” 

Jeongguk becomes offended, raising an eyebrow. “How come you think you’re allowed to speak in regards to that? Hmm?” The tone he uses shows he’s forcing himself to ‘play’ annoyed rather than actually being it. You find it cute, therefore you pinch his cheek with your clean hand. 

“Just eat your food.” 

The following hour, you eat in silence, Jeongguk moaning and complimenting the food with every bite. It’s a peaceful and endearing activity. The longer you hang out with Jeongguk, the more you’re grateful that you took that risk Friday, by finally admitting what you’ve always felt for him. 

Slowly but surely, the food disappears and rests peacefully in your stomachs. Jeongguk wants to digest by watching the newest k-drama available on Netflix, and you condone, letting him watch whatever pleases him.

It results in you both laying together on the couch, Jeongguk has his head on your lap, stroking your knee with his tattooed hand. Your fingers run through his hair, soothing him slowly as the drama evolves on the screen in front of you. 

“Is there anything else you’d like tonight?” 

“A warm shower.” He stretches, changing position so he faces you directly. 

“Okay.” You’re about to move aside to let him shower in peace, but Jeongguk takes you by surprise once more. When isn’t he full of surprises? 

“Join me?” He asks softly, doe eyes staring up at you and how can you say no? 

“Sure.” You smile at him, cupping his cheek and rubbing down on the scar gently. He leans his face towards your warm palm, closing his eyes for a bit and you notice every small detail about Jeongguk’s face. The length of his eyelashes, the mole under his lip, the paired silver lip rings and his boopable nose. Everything about Jeon Jeongguk is mesmerizing. 

Carefully, you trace the tip of your finger on every curve and edge of his face. The skin is soft against it, the edges of his lips are a bit wet as you press. Jeongguk opens his eyes, kisses the pad of your finger and moves you both upwards to scurry to the bathroom. 

Jeongguk opens the shower door, turning the water on hot while you lock the door behind you. The sound begins to erupt in the small bathroom of water running down. Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate to throw his hoodie and t-shirt off in one go, exposing his well built abs and full tattooed sleeve for your eyes. 

You gulp, feeling hot by the sight of his body in such a natural situation. You clear your throat, distracting yourself by removing your own clothes. A shower is needed for both of you, forgetting to do so yesterday after having sex deciding on a nap instead. 

Jeongguk is first to enter the shower, his broad and built back turned to you. You want to touch and feel but hold yourself back, following suit. The warm water hits you both, easing you down the longer you stand under it. Jeongguk has his arm wrapped around you, as he uses his free hand to prevent you from getting water in your eyes. 

Instead, you both turn around, the water trailing effortlessly fast down on Jeongguk’s chest and further down to his abs. The sight is indescribable. The droplets compliment his skin, making everything more prominent for you. Jeongguk is pushing his hair back with a free hand, closing his eyes as he covers his face completely. His Adam's apple moves when your hands land on his chest, caressing him under the circulating warmth. Jeongguk removes his face from the shower head, his gaze fixated on you instead. 

He doesn’t question your sudden touch on him, it feels nice. Having you touch him so gently and in total admiration. Jeongguk wouldn’t love it any different. 

“Can I wash your hair?” You ask, wanting to do something for him. Jeongguk simply nods, handing you the shampoo for you to use. With that, you pour some down on your palm and bring it up to his hair, massaging the soft strands as they straighten under the pressured water. 

Jeongguk hums in satisfaction, loving how you don’t miss a single spot, massaging his scalp gently as the shampoo regains a foamy consistency. You ask him to turn around, making sure the longer strands on the nape of his neck are taken care of as well. He turns back around, winking your way when he notices how concentrated you look. You roll your eyes, slapping him lightly. 

“All good.” You confirm, “close your eyes.” Jeongguk obeys, and you grab his jaw so he’s placed back towards the shower head to wash off the excess. The white bubbles trail down Jeongguk’s body when you rinse out his hair. Jeongguk is wearing a tight lipped smile, eyes crinkling as he has them fully shut and the sight is adorable, your heart almost does a whole flip. 

Succeeding your mission with Jeongguk’s hair, you proceed and wash the upper part of his body. Jeongguk has a yellow luffa hanging beneath all the products. You grab onto it, squeezing some vanilla scented body wash and scrub on Jeongguk’s sleeve. You move from his shoulder blade to his chest, moving downwards to his abs and that’s when you hear a hiss from Jeongguk. You lock eyes, Jeongguk’s mouth agape by how your movements have slowed down, now only moving further down.

“Baby.” He mumbles, leaning forward to kiss you but you want to play this for a little longer, enjoying his reactions a tad bit much. 

“Let me wash your back.” Your fingers are gripping onto his waist, indicating you need him to turn and Jeongguk mumbles to himself, hiding his face from you. 

“Fucking tease.” 

You hear the words loud and clear, giggling shamelessly because he’s absolutely right. You are a tease. Even though it’s his birthday, he’ll never be able to avoid you wanting to mess around just a tiny bit for fun. 

You don’t notice until now how much you’ve been craving to touch Jeongguk’s back. The sight has you at loss for words. He’s so… broad, yet his waist is tiny and that has your brain spiraling. Jeongguk moves his arm to scratch a spot by his neck, revealing his muscle moving and retracting in a short second. You’re close to dropping the luffa, too stunned to proceed with your fun little game because quite frankly, Jeon Jeongguk might be the death of you. 

It’s as if Jeongguk notices how you’ve completely stopped, causing his head to turn to gain a peak. “Is there something wrong?” 

“Why are you so… hot?” You don’t mean to blurt it out, but it’s said, out in the open in the middle of Jeongguk’s shower. 

“I— I mean.” You try to cover up how raw and honest that comment was, especially when Jeongguk sports that ridiculous grin that signals you’ve boosted his ego. Hiding your embarrassment, you proceed to scrub his back, tracing your hands down his spine in awe. Jeongguk suddenly begins to feel your nails scraping on the lower half of his back. You’re unaware of your own actions, mind too caught up with what’s in front of you, until Jeongguk lets out a small moan. 

“Fuck.” 

Your ears perk up by the sudden noise, about to retract your fingers until Jeongguk pushes against your touch, a way for him to tell you to continue. You don’t question it, grazing your fingers from his lower back and following his spine upwards. Jeongguk lets out a huff of air, leaning his head backwards as the water hits his face harshly. 

Every movement of yours causes Jeongguk to grow hot in front of you. He tries not to show it, but it’s noticeable with the way he’s giving himself completely to your touch. It doesn’t help you either how you’re able to touch him this way, so gently yet so intimately. 

Jeongguk has grown impatient, turning around swiftly and grabbing your jaw to kiss you. His mouth is wetter than usual, met with your own as your tongues graze against each other. You accidentally drop the luffa down to the tiled floor, both hands roaming on his chest and abs instead as your heads tilt in a synchronized rhythm. 

He catches you off guard when his own hand travels down to your ass, gripping it harshly so you land flatly against him. The soap from Jeongguk’s body melts onto yours as you grope each other shamelessly. 

When Jeongguk stops kissing you, he grabs your nape to keep your gaze fixated on his. He wants to watch every reaction of yours when his hand soon enough touches your core. Your eyebrows furrow by the action, biting down on your lip when his fingers slide in between your lips, not surprised that you’re already wet. 

Jeongguk smirks, playing with your clit as your face morphs completely due to the intense pleasure he’s causing. 

“F—Fuck.” Your hold on his chest tightens, nails sinking into his skin. Jeongguk groans by how roughly you’re touching him. 

Seeing you already so messy by his fingers causes Jeongguk to grow hard. You notice, as your gaze quickly runs down and up again to see Jeongguk’s darkened gaze. 

Therefore, you reciprocate, grabbing onto his cock and stroking him slowly. You’re both moaning against each other's lips, overwhelmed by not only the intense pleasure but the warmth from the water making this completely different than any other time you’ve had sex. 

“Turn around.” Jeongguk orders. 

You stop touching him, turning around and bending slightly, knowing where this will lead. Thankfully, you’re able to support yourself with both hands on the wall. Jeongguk positions himself behind you, biting down your earlobe as he slides in with ease. 

“This fucking pussy.” Jeongguk breathes out, loss for words when you wrap around him so perfectly. It’s almost as if you were made for him. 

You lean your forehead against the wall, eyes watching Jeongguk slowly easing out and in of you again. Whenever his tip is about to leave you, you clench and Jeongguk’s grip on your waist tightens. 

The water is still running between your bodies, Jeongguk watching how droplets of water paint the curve of your ass nicely along with your naked back. Jeongguk runs his hands on your skin, quickening his thrusts. 

The skin slapping sounds are more wet than usual, the water jumping along with each thrust from Jeongguk’s end. He feels himself enjoying this much more than all those times he’s seen you from behind. 

Something about your body being completely soaked as he fucks into you, has Jeongguk spiraling. He’s out of control, teasing you with his intense thrusting that slows down whenever you’re close to a high. 

Jeongguk wants to keep himself buried inside of you if he could, and internally wishes he never finishes. 

You make it harder for him when you push back towards him, the movements growing harsher and more rough. The more you push back, the closer Jeongguk feels he’s on edge. 

“Don’t move.” Jeongguk manages to say before he’s moaning again when you stop, half of his cock leaving your warm heat. 

Before Jeongguk continues, he reaches his hand down to play with your clit, just like how you love it. Your hand joins his, holding it there for support as your legs are almost about to give out. 

“Fuck me. Please Jeongguk—“ You plead and Jeongguk bites back a groan, before doing so. His body meets yours smoothly, cock filling you up to the brim. 

The intensity grows again, the orgasm you so desperately chase for, seeping through the corner. 

“Yes— Keep going.” You mumble, completely out of it, mind hazy and eyes barely able to stay open. Jeongguk doesn’t waste a second, holding you tightly to fuck you just like you deserve. 

The minute you’re about to reach your high, you look behind you, noticing how Jeongguk’s head is leaned back paired with a mouth open. Fuck. The sight is what does it for you, coming undone all over his cock. As you clench again when you come undone, Jeongguk feels his own orgasm approach him.  

He removes his hand from your clit, gripping both sides of your hips, chasing his own high. 

“Fucking hell, baby.” You hear behind you, right before the last thrust falters and Jeongguk’s cock twitches inside of you, filling you up completely. 

Slowly, Jeongguk slides out of you, helping you even though your body has given out completely due to tiredness. 

It’s funny how the roles switch as soon as you’ve had sex. Jeongguk ends up taking care of you next, washing every inch of your body as you fix your hair. 

When you’re both pleased with the shower, you walk out drying yourselves. Jeongguk giggles when you wrap a towel against his head and ruffle his hair with it. Your cheeks hurt from smiling too much, Jeongguk joining you on that end. 

Despite it being three in the morning when you’re both done, Jeongguk is still wide awake wanting to watch the next episode to the k-drama from earlier. You don’t hesitate to agree. 

Both of you end up sitting in new clothes, wrapped up in a big blanket. 

One thing that’s dangerous about k-dramas is the length of each episode, and the constant cliffhanger they leave you with. It results in you and Jeongguk staying awake until the sounds of keys ruffle from outside and someone steps inside the apartment. 

You’re guessing it’s Namjoon, and you’re right when he tiptoes into the living room, thinking Jeongguk is fast asleep.

“What the fuck?!” Namjoon almost screams, not expecting to see you both awake at not even seven in the morning. 

“Good morning roomie!” Jeongguk greets with an overly excited voice. You’re pretty certain it’s because he’s overtired at this point. 

“H-hi?” Namjoon questions, not expecting them to have a guest. “Who’s…” 

“This is Y/N.” Jeongguk says casually and Namjoons’ frown turns quickly to a smile. 

“So you’re Y/N. What a pleasure.” Namjoon reaches over to shake your hand and you smile, repeating his own words. 

“Now how did this happen? I mean weren’t you guys just… You know?” 

You quirk an eyebrow, surprised Namjoon knows anything about yours and Jeongguk’s earlier relationship. 

“Well. It’s funny you ask.” Jeongguk starts off and you already have a bad feeling about this. 

“It started with me convincing her I could fuck her everyday for a week straight and—“ 

“Jeongguk!” 

THE END

[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk

✦ pairing fwb!jk x fem!reader

✦ rating explicit (+18)

✦ summary jeon jeongguk has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

✦ warnings & tags college AU, smut, pwp, oh boi here comes the bucket of fluff, cuddling in the morning all that jazz, foreplay, jeongguk praises reader through it all, fingering, reader has a spit kink, unprotected sex (they didn’t wrap it up..)

✦ word count 2.2k

✦ author’s note this is a re-upload, if you’ve seen this before, this is why:)

masterlist | next chapter

The soft pad of a finger stirs you awake until you realize Jeongguk has softly trailed his fingers on the apple of your cheek, while watching you sleep soundly. 

“Hey.” He says the first thing when you squint both eyes. You’ve never seen Jeongguk like this before,  morning hair and puffy eyes paired with a smile that screams a million words. 

It’s your first morning together. Usually Jeongguk leaves you after sex, both of you returning to your usual routines. For you it consists of homework, maybe even an afternoon nap if time allows it. Jeongguk normally hangs out with Namjoon at home, even though all those times he’s been with you, he’d wished to wake up to your morning state. 

Now he finally has, which explains how the smile dares to vanish even though you’re fully awake. 

“Hi.” Your voice is hoarse, therefore you clear your throat while you stretch. You’ve been sleeping in one of Jeongguk’s t-shirts that he kindly offered when you stepped into the shower. His smell accompanied you all night, while his heartbeat was the last thing you heard before snoozing off completely. 

Jeongguk pulls you close to him, nuzzling his nose in the nape of your neck, causing a tickle. You try your best not to laugh, hands landing on his naked chest to push him away but he doesn’t budge. 

“You’re tickling me!” You gasp, trying to escape the ticklish feeling reaching under your skin. Jeongguk finally pulls away, settling on just holding you against him. He softly sighs, running his hand under his t-shirt and tracing circles on your exposed back. The sensation sends a swarm of butterflies to your stomach. 

All of this is new, which is also the reason behind you not knowing what to say or do. Many things were revealed yesterday and you also, fuck, squirted for the first time. Jeongguk’s reaction was still fresh in your memory, especially his facial expression. You were quite embarrassed, unaware you were even able to do such a thing in the first place. 

Trying to grow from the embarrassment, you let yourself enjoy Jeongguk in your arms first thing in the morning. It’s something you’re excited to get used to. His skin feels warmer this morning, due to the sun skimming through the windows and plastering itself on his bare skin. 

Just as you’re about to doze off again, Jeongguk speaks up. “Hey, stay right here. Okay?” You’re surprised he’s suddenly determined to get out of bed, but you don’t ask, nodding along. 

Jeongguk quickly disappears from the room, shutting the door behind him and that’s when you take a moment to notice each detail around you. The colors and small decorations keep you entertained while Jeongguk makes a lot of noise in the kitchen. You don’t want to ask questions, but you’re very curious to know what he’s planning. 

You have zero sense of time, explaining why you’re surprised Jeongguk is walking back towards his room. Your mouth drops at the sight, him carrying a platter with freshly made eggs and toasted bread paired with juice and tea. Your heart melts at the sight, his cheeks puffy from his bunny grin and how he seems so excited to give you breakfast in bed. 

“You didn’t.” You mutter, still processing the awfully sweet surprise. 

“Hope you’re hungry.” He walks closer to you, while you scoot yourself upwards to accept the food easily. Once the platter lands on the bed, Jeongguk pecks you on the forehead mumbling a soft good morning. 

He joins you under the covers, helping you with the tea, as you bite down on the eggs. Your cheeks are full and prominent by all the food you easily swallow down, while Jeongguk swoons in silence. 

Neither of you have any plans today, resulting in no rush to start the day. Jeongguk never wants to leave this bed, his whole self fully enjoying his dream come true, waking up to you. 

As you finish his homemade meal, you go back to embracing each other under the warm covers. Jeongguk kisses you all over, causing your whole face to heat up. 

“So cute.” He coos, pecking his lips wherever they can reach while your cheeks are squished by his hands. Your eyes are closed, smile wide as you try to ignore how much you enjoy Jeongguk calling you cute out of all people. You wouldn’t have allowed it if you didn’t like Jeon Jeongguk. 

“Thank you for the breakfast in bed.” You manage to say when he’s paused to just look at you. 

“Anything for my girl—“ Jeongguk stops, realizing he’s spoken his thoughts out loud. Your brows raise at the unexpected but honest comment. Jeongguk has gone quiet, burying his face in his pillow to avoid your eyes on him. 

“So I’m your girl..?” You tease, nudging your face on his shoulder, trying to get him to come out of his handmade cave. 

“Shut up!” He groans, voice muffled due to the pillow. 

“Jeon.” You call for him, gaining zero reaction. Therefore, you decide to leave a small but gentle kiss on his jawline. “Baby.” You whisper, Jeongguk’s ears moving by hearing the new pet name coming from you. 

It’s not something you usually do, but the thought of calling Jeongguk other things makes you all excited. 

Slowly, Jeongguk turns his face, half of it squished down on the soft white covers. “Call me that again.” 

“No.” You respond with all seriousness, waiting for Jeongguk’s smile to drop and the moment it does, you crack one yourself. “I was joking, baby.” 

“Gosh, I hate you.” He pushes you away from him, laughs erupting in the room. 

“Oh yeah? That’s not what you told me yesterday.” You tease again, enjoying the irritation that seeps through Jeongguk over your small antics. 

“Keep it going and I’ll kick you out.” 

You gasp in offense. “You wouldn’t dare!” 

Jeongguk doesn’t respond, tackling you so he hovers above you, pining both of your hands above your head. “Apologize.” 

You keep quiet, Jeongguk looking hopeful while he awaits the magic words. Instead, you poke out your tongue to him, smiling as he rolls his eyes. 

“You’re impossible.” He leans down, trailing his lips above yours but daring to touch them. 

The atmosphere suddenly changes around you, Jeongguk’s eyes trailing down to your lips, while your mouth slightly drops at the intimate position you’re both in. There’s a certain doubt circulating between the air. Is this leading somewhere or not?

All doubts are answered when Jeongguk decides to let his lips move against yours. They’re soft and warm, his tongue wet as it nibbles your bottom lip. You’re quick to give in, opening a bit wider and inviting it as your head moves upwards, craving more of Jeongguk. He still has both of your hands pinned upwards, enjoying how you’re lying beneath him. 

There is yet to be a clarity of where exactly this is going, yet you move against Jeongguk, lips and tongue all tangled. He sighs against your mouth, retrieving one of his hands to hold your jaw. His thumb begins to trace your bottom lip, before he bites it softly and stops. Both of your mouths are slightly parted, slick as well and Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate to run his thumb on both your lips, sighing when he feels the edges.

With no warning, you lean forward, pucking your lips around his thumb and letting it enter your mouth. Jeongguk raises an eyebrow in question, but watches you carefully. 

As you suck on his finger, Jeongguk’s brows furrow, imagining how they would look wrapped around his cock instead. Maybe that is what you’re implying, with the way your tongue probs at the finger teasingly, eyes locked to his and lips slick with spit. 

Jeongguk retracts his thumb, eyes following the movement of his hand that reaches further down to your core. With a quick look to your pleading gaze, he moves it under the waistband of your underwear and finally touches your clit. The first touch causes you to gasp, the common feeling of electricity seeping through your veins. 

He toys with it for a while, mixing between flicking and rubbing it in circles. You let yourself enjoy the gentle touches, spreading your legs even further than before to give easier access. 

“Like how I touch you, baby?” He asks with a teasing tone, keeping his gaze on your twist of expressions as he changes his pace every so often. The ministrations cause you to grow wetter, Jeongguk’s fingers fiddling between your lips and feeling the wet sensation that he’s caused. Fuck. He loves making you this wet. 

“Jeongguk—“ The veins of your neck start to strain, voice losing its touch as the immersed feeling grows hotter and closer in the room. 

“Want you to come.” Jeongguk nibbles on your earlobe, nose nuzzling on your cheek as he finally slides his fingers inside of you. The minute they’re fully inside, you clench around them and Jeongguk groans. 

“Yeah that’s it. Come on, pretty girl.” 

Pretty girl. 

Jeongguk loves talking you through it but the nickname causes you to buck your hips against his hand, searching for the feeling, wanting to please him and finish as he wishes. 

His fingers begin to move inside of you, twisting and turning until he finds that sweet spot and begins to rub it, while his thumb never slows down on your clit. Jeongguk kisses your neck, his tongue running on your exposed skin, loving the feeling of your veins popping out against it. 

The moans grow wilder, your body tensing as it seeks its final push. 

“Jeongguk.” You breathe out, bringing your free hand to grab ahold of the nape of his neck. Jeongguk stills, moving his face to yours. 

“You okay?” 

“Mhm.” You bite your lip, eyes hooded. Jeongguk is about to continue but you stop him. 

“Want you to spit in my mouth.” You almost beg. 

Jeongguk curses under his breath. “Open your mouth for me.” You’re not that surprised that he’s into it, but you’re grateful because it’s never something you’ve openly spoken about. Therefore you quickly comply, opening your mouth a bit wider and closing your eyes. 

For a second nothing happens, and then you feel it land in your mouth. Jeongguk moans due to you swallowing it so eagerly, before moving upwards and kissing him roughly again. 

While your mouths move at an eager pace, Jeongguk returns to touching you. He grows hotter from every reaction of your body and the sounds you so helplessly let out. 

The grip on Jeongguk’s neck tightens as your body stills, tensing for a split second until it loosens. Jeongguk can feel you come undone all over him, the constant clenching continuing despite his fingers not moving anymore. 

“That’s it baby.” Jeongguk praises you, pecking your cheek as he slowly removes his fingers from inside of you. 

Even though you just came, you already miss the feeling of being full. 

Without saying it out loud, your hand moves on its own, pulling the waistband of Jeongguk’s boxers with neediness. 

“Fuck me. Please.” Your eyelids are half open, a sign you might be a bit exhausted, but you need more.

Jeongguk doesn’t waste another minute, pulling them down to free his cock. His tip is leaking, a sign he’s completely worked up. He pushes your underwear to the side to get better access. 

You press down on his lower back, wanting him inside immediately and Jeongguk begins to chuckle before it dies down the minute he feels your warm heat wrapping around him tightly. 

“F—Fuck.” Jeongguk stutters, always completely overwhelmed by how you make him feel. He doesn’t even think he can last that long with you watching him this way. Your whole expression is so pleased and greedy, pushing him more so he fully settles. 

“So good.” You mumble under your breath while Jeongguk’s hips move on their own accord. He almost lets his tip slip out before he pushes it back in, watching your eyebrows furrow and mouth agape when he does so. 

Gosh. He could watch you like this for hours.

Instead of Jeongguk having his second hand wrapped around your wrist, he moves it to interlace your fingers. The hold is firm and strong, your fingers almost going numb. 

Jeongguk leans his forehead against yours, gazes downwards to watch how his cock disappears inside of you. The sight gets him so worked up, causing him to groan and moan against your lips. You’re no better yourself, gasping and voice almost restraint due to all the pleasure overcoming the both of you. 

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Jeongguk finishes, his cock sooner enough twitching inside of you. He keeps himself buried while riding out his high. 

“Shit.” He breathes out, stunned by how quick this was but he doesn’t have any excuse. You just drive him absolutely crazy. 

As you’ve both regained your strength, Jeongguk pulls out and strolls to the bathroom to fish after a warm cloth. 

You’re still laying in his t-shirt, legs spread and body warm all over when he comes back. He gently rubs your sensitive area, cleaning you up with ease as he leaves small kisses on your inner thighs. 

The sudden aftercare is new, but you’re loving every minute of it. 

“A spitting kink, that’s new.” He comments in his annoying tone to nag you but you simply shrug it off. 

“Shut up, you love it.” 

He doesn’t respond, the answer hanging heavy in the bedroom. 

Then, sooner or later Jeongguk joins you in bed and cuddles himself against you. Your body leans naturally against his and before you both know it, a sudden snooze washes over you both. 

[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk

✦ pairing fwb!jk x fem!reader

✦ rating explicit (+18)

✦ summary jeon jeongguk has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

✦ warnings & tags college AU, smut, pwp, minimal angst, fluff steps into the picture, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, jeongguk finds it hot lol

✦ word count 2.4k

✦ author’s note this is a re-upload, if you've seen this before, this is why:)

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There isn’t anyone to blame but yourself.

After all, you’re the one that left Jeongguk after he had silently admitted he was jealous. The reason behind it is something you’re still trying to figure out. You’re uncertain about how your body reacted, but mostly you’re afraid of the definite answer. 

That night, you stared at your ceiling, reminiscing every moment you’ve had with Jeongguk since the first semester. It was weird in a way, because before you and Jeongguk started casually hooking up, you were an amazing pair of friends.

Until the Halloween party happened and you both had way too many jello shots.

Jeongguk initiated the first kiss on the porch, whispering how he’s going to do something incredibly stupid but he can’t contain himself anymore. You found it cute, reciprocating the kiss back, it evolving into something more and now you’re here. Having sex whenever either of you text, mostly it’s Jeongguk, and leaving each other as if nothing happened.

You still act like great friends, in class too, no one batting an eye in your direction when it comes to your ‘so-called relationship.’ 

Jeongguk was always a friend, one you occasionally hooked up with on the daily but again, a friend. 

Until recently, when things had taken a drastic turn. Ever since Jimin openly admitted that Jeongguk has always liked you, everything changed. Then, yesterday, he silently admitted he was jealous by kissing you rather than walking out as you expected. It was messy, all of it. Mostly because you were still uncertain what exactly you felt for Jeongguk. 

But then, why is your heart breaking watching him kiss someone else in the corner of the living room at this party? Why does it hurt you? 

The answer stays buried, too scared to admit towards yourself that he might mean much more than you thought. 

Jeongguk removes himself from the person’s face that’s tracing their tongue all over his neck and that’s when he locks eyes with you. You quickly look away, staring down at your half filled cup. Suddenly you start feeling sick, your stomach playing tricks on you, leading you to walk towards the bathroom in a hurry. Jeongguk watches you scramble away, almost as if you were caught staring and Jeongguk’s curiosity peaks at your behavior. 

Something everyone knows about you, you’re hard to read, no one is able to read through you despite the situation. Jeongguk has always had a hard time, trying to see if you’ll ever become vulnerable around him but it never seemed to happen. Still, Jeongguk loved being around you. Which also explains why he’s currently following you, leaving the person he spent the last thirty minutes making out with stranded. 

He finds you sitting down, leaning your head on the bathroom door, it being occupied by someone not feeling their best. 

You hadn’t expected Jeongguk to be standing here, looking down at you with a worried gaze. 

“Hey…” He starts off, fiddling with his silver necklace. 

You stand up abruptly. “What are… What are you doing here?” You can’t look directly at him, instead focusing on the tiny details of his oversized t-shirt. 

“Why’d you leave like that?” 

A simple question, yet you find it hard to answer. It’s not because you don’t want to, you just don’t have an actual answer. You’re still trying to find it yourself. Why did you leave like that?! 

“I don’t know.” You settle on. 

Jeongguk sighs, shaking his head while his grasp tightens around the plastic cup. “Aren’t you tired?” 

Confused, you raise an eyebrow. “Tired?” 

Jeongguk steps closer to you, his feet almost touching yours. “This game, where you pretend that you don’t like me.” He tilts his head, his eyes locked onto yours. 

You turn your head, avoiding his eyes, scoffing. “I’m not pretending.” 

“Right.” 

You think it’s the end of the conversation, stepping sideways to move downstairs and find Jimin. 

But before you can, Jeongguk grabs your elbow gently. “Y/N.” 

“What?” You’re still not looking at him. 

“Look me in the eyes, and tell me you don’t like me.” 

You debate if you should turn and say it so you can leave, but a part of you holds you off. You keep still for a good second, Jeongguk growing a smile behind you. 

“Okay.” He says, sounding like he won and knows you like him. But the wall you’ve put up for yourself throughout college is not about to break over this. So, instead you turn, fixating your eyes on his. 

You wait a second, stocking all your emotions on a shelf before speaking. “Jeon Jeongguk. I don’t like you.” 

In mere seconds, Jeongguk’s expression falters. His brows drop along with his smile. He clenches his jaw, looking away as he walks past you. He seems angry, and you can’t really understand why because if there’s anything Jeongguk never is, is angry. It stuns you, causing you to swallow a clump, feeling suddenly small and uncomfortable in the space where everything went down between you. 

You walk away, trying to find Jimin but instead you catch Jeongguk grabbing his jacket and walking out of the party in a hurry. 

Forcing yourself to find Jimin is hard, because every inch of you wants to run after Jeongguk, fix everything you’ve messed up by lying to him. He deserves the truth, even though you’re scared of what will happen. 

Fuck it. 

You grab your jacket, slamming the door behind you shut and running towards Jeongguk who’s walking with his head down. 

“Jeongguk!” He flinches, turning around slowly. 

“What are you—“ 

“I’m such a liar.” You say, moving towards him at full speed and kissing him. Jeongguk stumbles back, in shock of you kissing him after you rejected him coldly. 

“I like you. I do. I’m sorry.” You mumble against his lips, causing his own to stretch into a genuine smile. 

You continue to kiss on the street, the loud music from the party growing distant. Jeongguk grabs your face gently, tracing his fingers all over the edges, admiring you while you look at him. 

“You were scared, weren’t you?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” You breathe out, letting your guard down and being completely honest. 

“I’m scared too.” He admits, pecking your lips. 

“So… What now?” You raise an eyebrow, wondering if Jeongguk has any thoughts of what’s bound to happen between you.

“Want to come back to mine?” He suggests, his hold tightening as you smile at the request. 

“I’d love to.” 

One thing, you have never been inside Jeongguk's place. While you both were actively hooking up, your dorm was easiest because Jeongguk lives a few minutes away from campus in a shared apartment with a guy named Namjoon. He’s spoken once or twice about him, telling you how great he is and how he’s become an inspiration for Jeongguk throughout college. 

You aren’t exactly expecting anything from Jeongguk’s place, but you have a certain idea of what it looks like. 

When you both finally arrive, you notice how you weren’t quite wrong. The apartment is cozy, plants in some corners and very suitable. Jeongguk takes off his belongings while you do the same, noticing how the apartment is completely dark. 

“Namjoon is gone for the weekend, he’s visiting his family.” Jeongguk explains, noticing how your head tilts to catch a sign of his roommate. 

“Bummer…” You mumble, a bit excited to meet Namjoon. 

“You can meet him when he’s back. He’s been wanting to meet you, as well.” 

“Is that so?” Jeongguk’s ears turn red, realizing he’s admitted how he talked about you to his roommate. Fuck, he truly does like you. The thought affects your heart, making it pound loud enough for anyone to hear. 

“Come on, I’ll show you my room.” You nod, trailing behind Jeongguk in the darkened hallway. Jeongguk swings his door open, turning on the lights and it’s just as you imagined. The color palette, the set up and how his covers match the color on the walls. 

“Do you want to borrow something to sleep in?” 

“Sure.” Your heart flutters, still in shock over how you’re currently in Jeongguk’s place and how you both admitted you like one another. 

Jeongguk pecks your lips, moving towards his white cupboard and fetching you a t-shirt and some boxers. When you grab ahold of it, you turn around walking towards the bathroom. 

Yes, he’s seen you naked plenty of times but it’s different. You’ve grown timid regarding everything, and Jeongguk isn’t any better. He’s fumbling with words while you scurry out to change. 

While you’re away, Jeongguk makes sure his bed is ready for the both of you to lay in. He’s getting nervous, because this will be the first time you’re going to sleep besides one another. Jeongguk tries to lay in different positions, uncertain if he should lay down or sit on the edge. As you walk in, you find Jeongguk shuffling on the bed sheets, mumbling nonsense to himself. 

“Are you okay?” You ask with a tint of humor, adoring the sight of a nervous Jeongguk in front of you. 

“Of course!” He tries to prove to you he isn’t internally panicking over this. Cute. 

You don’t respond, instead moving towards him on the bed and pulling the covers to lay underneath. Jeongguk notices how comfortable you are in his bed, his clothes and everything feels unreal. 

He takes a second, before joining you and holding you flush against him. Your hand intertwines with his, as his arm is snaked around your waist. 

“Is this okay?” Jeongguk asks with caution. You look behind you. “Yeah.” You answer, kissing him softly before returning to your position. 

Jeongguk nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, pecking your skin with his soft lips. Your heart flutters at the sweet gestures, enjoying the warmth that’s invading your whole body. 

“What made you realize you like me?” Jeongguk suddenly questions. 

You trail your fingers on his tattooed hand, taking a second to truly reflect on when it happened. “I think a part of me always has… But I was scared and I pushed everything away.” 

“Relationships are scary…” Jeongguk admits. 

“Yeah. But, I’m willing to overcome that fear to try this with you.” Jeongguk grabs your face, making you turn to look at him. His gaze is soft, eyes tracing each detail of your face as his thumb caresses your cheek. 

“Me too. You have no idea.” Jeongguk whispers, leaning forward to kiss you again. Jeongguk tastes like everything that’s good about this. You curl your hand around his neck, fingers fiddling through his soft hair as the kiss grows more heated. 

Jeongguk’s hand tightens around your waist, pushing himself forward so you can feel him growing under the material of his sweatpants. You’re no better yourself, your core starting to dampen. 

What started as an innocent kiss, turns into you both moaning in each other’s mouths as you grind on each other shamelessly. Jeongguk’s pressing his hard-on against your ass, while you push it towards him growing more needy by the minute. 

“Do you want this?” Jeongguk pulls away to ask. 

“Yeah, I want you.” You respond with certainty. 

Jeongguk grins, returning to kiss you roughly, caressing and pulling every part of your body. 

The heat grows in the room, your bodies heating up beneath the covers. Jeongguk pulls it down, noticing how you’re resting one of your legs on him, spreading out for him. He doesn’t waste another second, placing his hand on where you need him the most. The material of the boxers is wet and Jeongguk grows dizzy by the thought of how wet you are already. 

“Fuck—“ You breathe out, enjoying the feeling of Jeongguk’s fingers tracing on your pussy and clit. It’s hard for you to kiss back with every movement, so Jeongguk settles on kissing you on the neck instead, biting it a bit. 

Jeongguk continues, while letting you feel how hard he is behind you. 

“Jeongguk— I need you.” He doesn’t answer, instead he pushes himself upward to remove his sweatpants and his boxers on you. He’s about to grab a condom when you stop him. 

“I want to feel all of you.” 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m on birth control, and I trust you.” 

“Okay.” He closes his drawer, moving back towards you. He places his cock in between your thighs, feeling how wet you are and you both hiss by the close contact. 

Jeongguk pushes you against him, moving his hip upwards as his cock slides in with ease. Both of your mouths are agape, panting and moaning by the feeling. Jeongguk thrusts upwards, holding you around the waist while his tattooed hand rubs down on your clit at the same time. 

The intensity grows a lot quicker, your brain shutting off completely as you let yourself feel everything. Jeongguk has never felt you clench around him so much, making it hard for him to last long because fuck, he can feel all of you. He can feel how warm you are, and wet. 

“Shit—“ Jeongguk breathes out behind you, forehead planted on the nape of your neck. You can’t even respond, too overwhelmed by everything. Jeongguk doesn’t ever stop moving, his thrusts precise and consistent. 

You can feel yourself grow closer, although the feeling is a lot more intense than you had expected. It’s something unfamiliar and a part of you is scared yet curious. 

“Fuck— Jeongguk I’m.” You grab onto his waist, tightening around him as your body tenses for a second. 

Jeongguk quickens his movements, hitting your g-spot continuously and that sets you off. As you come undone, Jeongguk notices you squirting all over the sheets. 

The sight and thought of you squirting because of him, causes Jeongguk to come only a few thrusts later. When he finally pulls out, he notices you covering your face almost in shame. 

Jeongguk is still in shock over what just happened, because throughout your deal, never once had you squirted. Hell, Jeongguk hadn’t even known he was capable of making someone squirt. 

“Holy shit.” Jeongguk exclaims, beginning to laugh as he’s delighted over the situation. 

“Shut up!” You mumble, still covering your face. 

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Jeongguk has never been more honest in his life. 

“Don’t say that—“ You almost sound frustrated, and Jeongguk figures it’s due to you getting affected by his words. 

“Come on baby, let’s go shower.” He kisses you all over, trying to make you feel better and you give in. 

After a warm shower, you both return under the covers, your head on Jeongguk’s chest as he nuzzles your arm. 

With a few words exchanged, you both fall asleep, unaware that this will be the best sleep you’ll both have in years.

[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk

✦ pairing fwb!jk x fem!reader

✦ rating explicit (+18)

✦ summary jeon jeongguk has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

✦ warning & tags college AU, smut, pwp, make up sex, jeongguk is jealoussssss, oral (f. receiving), happens in a bathroom in a frat house uh oh, protected sex (wrap it up!)

✦ word count 1.6k

✦ author’s note this is a re-upload, if you’ve seen this before, this is why:)

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“Jeongguk? What are you—“ 

“Who was that?” He asks, locking the bathroom door behind him. You raise an eyebrow in question, turning your phone off to give him your full attention. 

“What?” 

“That guy, from earlier.” You roll your eyes at the comment, remembering how you spoke with Taehyung before going to the bathroom. Taehyung is one of Jimin’s friends, automatically making him a mutual friend and nothing more. You weren’t interested in him, not because he wasn’t attractive but there just wasn’t any form of lingering tension between you. 

Blaming Jeongguk for being incredibly invasive was out of the question, because since he kissed you after you had sex, you had shut him out completely. 

It was out of fear, mostly. Jimin’s words had gotten to your head regarding if Jeongguk liked you and that sudden kiss proved you right. And now this behavior, too. 

“Taehyung’s just a friend.” You don’t even know why you’re explaining yourself. Especially since you don’t owe Jeongguk anything, as there aren’t any strings attached. 

“Oh.” Jeongguk sounds embarrassed, his frustrated expression turning soft. 

“Are you…” You start off, gaining Jeongguk’s attention. “Are you perhaps jealous?” You’re stepping into a dangerous territory, because in reality, he’s not allowed to be jealous when you’re casual and not exclusive. 

“Pff.” Jeongguk throws, crossing his arms and leaning on the counter, avoiding your eyes. Somehow you find it quite comical how he’s not answering the question, yet the answer hangs heavy in the tiny bathroom. Therefore, you decide to push a little, wanting to hear him admit it. You’re uncertain if it’s because you like the idea of Jeongguk being jealous, or if it’s just to feel secure in what he feels for you. Him being jealous would give you the definite truth.

“Jeongguk.” You step closer, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, searching for his gaze that he’s determined to let stay fixated on the green carpet beneath your feet. 

“I’m not. Why would I be?” You almost believe him, right until his jaw tenses after finishing his sentence and that’s when it clicks for you. He’s trying his hardest not to imagine you with someone else, because that’ll just turn him more angry. 

“Right. So it wouldn’t piss you off if I went home with someone else?” 

Jeongguk hums a definite no, still avoiding you completely by keeping his eyes busy elsewhere. 

“Okay. Then prove it.” You remove yourself from him, giving him access to walk out and prove to you that he isn’t jealous. Jeongguk finally decides to look at you, removing himself from the counter and reaching the door when he stops. 

“Fuck this.” He mumbles under his breath, moving towards you quickly and cradling your face as he kisses you. The kiss is rougher than the usual ones, more needy and precise and you become overwhelmed but quickly filled with heat. 

Jeongguk doesn’t slow down, moving you both towards the bathroom counter, signaling for you to sit on it as he trails his tongue on yours. Jeongguk pushes himself forward, letting you feel his bulge as he presses against you. It causes you to moan slightly against his lips, grasping a bit tighter around him. 

“Gonna show you why I won’t ever get jealous.” He whispers against your lips, sinking down to his knees and kissing your naked thighs. He grips them softly, his tongue dancing and tracing each inch of your exposed skin while you look down with widened eyes. You’ve never seen this side of Jeongguk. Him openly wanting to eat you out in the middle of this tiny bathroom at a frat party, was the last thing you expected from him. 

Not only because he’s a private person when it comes to sex, but he finds the scenery too cliché and in some sense gross. It’s just not a fit place to have sex. Also, Jeongguk isn’t the biggest fan of doing it elsewhere than your dorm. 

So, you’re stunned and have lost all words when his mouth inches closer to your covered core, his eyes moving upwards to catch your reaction when he places a kiss on your clit. You gasp by the contact, his smile growing before he removes your underwear in a hurry, and dives back in without thinking twice. Jeongguk loves going down on you, especially because you become a bit more loud than usual. 

Now, because you’re basically in a public space, you’re gonna have to be quiet and the thought of you biting your lip to prevent a moan, sends a rush through Jeongguk.

Therefore, Jeongguk doesn’t hold back, latching his tongue on your clit and sucking while moving his fingers towards your hole and tracing the edges. Your grasp on the counter tightens, your knuckles straining as you keep yourself as still as possible, even though you’d love to grind your face against Jeongguk’s mouth. Instead, your delicate fingers fiddle with Jeongguk’s curls, running through them smoothly as you throw your head back, panting. 

When Jeongguk enters his fingers inside of you, you hold your hand over your mouth to cover the loud whine, scared someone from outside will hear you and Jeongguk continues, smiling against your core.

Although, he wants to be just a little bit mean.

After all you weren’t the sweetest to him when you openly flirted with Taehyung in front of him. So, Jeongguk takes both of your hands and keeps them locked to the counter while he continues his ministrations. 

“Jeongguk—” You warn, chest heaving.

“Just be quiet.” It almost sounds like a dare, so of course you comply, gathering everything in you to not make too much noise. Or else, you’ll probably end up with a clear cut on your bottom lip from biting it too much. 

You try, you really try but it’s hard not to when Jeongguk fucks his tongue inside of you while his nose rubs against your clit. You almost choke on your own spit, trying to keep it down even though you’re close to orgasm. Jeongguk feels you clench around his tongue, every bone and muscle of yours tensing as you come undone all over his mouth and chin. A high pitched sound roams the room for a split second, one that was hard for you to hold back, but thankfully no one has been in need of the bathroom, saving you from embarrassment. 

“Jeongguk, fuck. Need you.” You mumble, pulling him upwards, growing extremely needy for his cock. Jeongguk grins, pecking your lips once. 

“Tell me.” 

You stop fiddling with the string of his pants, locking your eyes with his. “I need you.” 

“Yeah?” Jeongguk breathes out, his chin shining under the bathroom lights, caused by your slick all over him. 

“Mhm.” You pull him closer, kissing him roughly as you gain a taste of yourself. Jeongguk fetches a condom in his pocket, hurrying this up because sooner or later you’ll gain a knock from someone impatient and then it’s over for the both of you. Mostly Jeongguk. You would probably stifle a laugh while apologizing and run out. Jeongguk, on the other hand would freeze on the spot, embarrassment filling him to the brim while he stutters out an excuse. 

Jeongguk rips the condom with his teeth, while you pull his briefs and pants down, beginning to stroke his cock as you wait patiently for him. Jeongguk removes your hand, replacing it with the latex and easing himself inside of you. The stretch has turned so familiar, that you both smile when it’s fully inside. You’ve missed this, both of you. 

It’s no secret you’ve been avoiding Jeongguk a little bit since the kiss, him catching on quickly. So, therefore it’s a bit of a surprise that this is currently happening between you. 

Jeongguk doesn’t waste any second, placing both of his hands under your ass as he pulls you upwards to hit your g-spot easily. Your head leans against the mirror, both hands grasped onto his naked waist while he thrusts as fast as he can. Jeongguk tries his best not to slam too hard, as it causes noises and then the paranoia will reach his head and this will turn into absolute disaster. So instead, he tries to keep himself inside mostly, thrusting with ease. It’s harder than he ever imagined, but it seems to work. You’re clenching around him, and the noise isn’t thumping through the walls like he feared. 

As the paranoia moves downwards, Jeongguk is more focused on making you both finish. He grabs your face gently, aching for the taste of you while he moves. He loves how you’re unable to kiss him properly, mouth gone completely slack due to pleasure. 

Jeongguk knows you’re close when you clutch yourself tighter on him, face landing in the crook of his neck to suppress any sounds. Jeongguk places his hand on the dirty mirror, reaching his own high as he feels himself about to give out. 

“Fuck!” You gasp, coming undone all over Jeongguk’s cock. He sooner follows, thrusting thrice before he fills up the condom. His cock twitches inside of you, causing a bolt in your body. 

“This is why I don’t get jealous.” Jeongguk says, pecking your lips. “I always end up with you.” 

Your heart starts beating rapidly, overwhelmed by the thought of how he’s right. You do always end up with him, and you want to. Instead of answering, you push him backwards and fetch for your missing underwear. Jeongguk follows your lead instead of throwing another comment. 

The silence overfills the room, both of you too busy to put on your clothes. It finally hits you how Jeongguk silently confirmed he’s jealous by the thought of you with someone else, meaning he likes you.

Fuck.

Jeon Jeongguk likes you. 

You suddenly feel stuffy, grabbing everything you own. “Sorry, I have to go.” You mumble a quick apology, not looking back after opening the door, despite Jeongguk calling your name a few times. 

It’s not the fact that he likes you that freaks you out. It’s the fact your whole heart did a somersault when you realized. 

[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk

✦ pairing fwb!jk x fem!reader

✦ rating explicit (+18)

✦ summary jeon jeongguk has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

✦ warning & tags college AU, smut, pwp, reader takes control, handcuffs, oral (m.receiving), protected sex (wrap it up!), cowgirl + reverse.

✦ word count 1.8k

✦ author’s note this is a re-upload, if you’ve seen this before, this is why:)

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“So, you and Jeongguk are…” 

“Casual, nothing more and nothing less Park.” You answer truthfully, while skimming your eyes over the aisle of butt plugs. 

“I don’t believe that. Remember when he had the biggest crush on you during the first semester?” Jimin slaps your shoulder lightly, almost punishing you for hooking up with Jeongguk. 

“You’re lying. He doesn’t like me—” 

“He does.” Jimin insists, whisper-yelling to not cause attention. 

“Why are you whispering?!” You take a butt plug from the aisle, noticing how it’s transparent. 

“I don’t know, we’re in a fucking sex shop?” 

You shake your head, giggling as you put back the butt plug and continue to stroll through the shop. Jimin isn’t innocent, he’s just not very open to the whole sex toys thing. You’ve tried to make him loosen a bit to the idea but he refuses. Which is also why you’re surprised he even accompanied you. But after he started bringing up Jeongguk as the first thing, you weren’t surprised why he said yes. 

“I didn’t force you to come.” You say, finding the section for ropes and handcuffs. 

“I know…” Jimin whispers carefully, not wanting for you to hear that you’re right. He knows you’ll use it against him. 

“But seriously, why are we here? Did Jeongguk send you here or?” You choke at the question. It’s not that it hasn’t anything to do with Jeon Jeongguk but you’re here because he gave you the green light to pick. And, you’ve had a few things in mind. 

“This isn’t about him… It’s for me.” You respond, voice laced with uncertainty. You hope it doesn’t crack through to your friend. Jimin just rolls his eyes, following behind you while you finally find what you’ve been looking for. 

“Perfect.” You grab a hold of the silver handcuffs. Jimin raises an eyebrow in question. 

“What? You’re gonna handcuff yourself or?” You sigh out loud. 

“And if I do?” 

“Kinky.” Jimin jokes, which causes you to roll your eyes back at him. Sure, you had some fantasies that weren’t on the most vanilla side, yet Jeongguk was very basic. It wasn’t a bad thing, he always did things to make it exciting somehow but you wanted to step it up a bit. Handcuffs were a good beginning. 

Jimin doesn’t need to know who’s going to wear them. That’s gonna stay between you and Jeongguk. You know deep down he gave you the green light, but a part of you is still uncertain about bringing an accessory to your deal. Fuck it, if he truly has a problem with it, then you’re not as sexually compatible as you thought. You’re just extremely curious to how he’ll react. 

The bag from the sex shop is resting on your desk while you fiddle with the material of your sheets. You’ve kept your eyes on it ever since you arrived back home, wondering if you should open them now. It’s mostly because you’re curious over how exactly they work, and looking at the time, Jeongguk won’t be here for another hour—so you have time. 

Something kicks inside of you, so without instinct you jump up and open the bag with no care. When you get access to the handcuffs, you notice they aren’t paired up with keys but are sustainable instead. You regret holding onto them, because the minute you’re about to put them away, Jeongguk walks into your dorm as if he lives here. 

“Hi—Are those handcuffs?” Jeongguk stills by the door, while your face looks like a deer caught in headlights. It’s like middle school all over again, being caught with something you truly wanted to keep to yourself. Jeongguk is sometimes hard to read and him being extremely quiet worsens the situation for you. 

“You’ve got eyes.” You joke, about to put them away when Jeongguk moves towards you and grabs them. He studies them, humming along. 

Your heartbeat increases, afraid of what he’ll think. 

“Never took you for a kinky person…” Jeongguk says. “I like it.” He smirks, moving closer to you and grabbing both of your wrists. 

You stop him. “Who said I would wear them?” You quirk an eyebrow and Jeongguk’s mouth drops. 

“You’re kidding.” 

You don’t respond, instead you take them from him, locking him in easily as he lets you. 

“Lay down for me.” You demand, taking off your pants which gets Jeongguk excited. He’s never really been dominated before or been handcuffed before but this is surprisingly a huge turn on for him. 

“Damn baby.” Jeongguk comments, laying completely down and dragging his arms upwards. You straddle his lap, being too quiet for his liking. 

Jeongguk can’t get another word out because you’re kissing him, gently yet roughly as you pull his bottom lip with your teeth. 

“You said I decide this time. This is what I want.” You push yourself down, dragging your clothed core over his growing erection. 

“Shit.” Jeongguk breathes out, stunned by how you’re taking control like this. 

You grind back and forth, feeling the edges of his cock rub down on your clit and slit. The sensation is enough to make you grow needy, continuing your movements. Jeongguk isn’t better himself, moving his hips upwards to follow your pace. 

Jeongguk is surprised when you bring your mouth on his neck, kissing him all the way down as you keep eye contact with him. 

It’s not that you don’t want to tease or edge Jeongguk for a bit longer, but your roommate is back in a few hours and she’s the last person that needs to know you have Jeon Jeongguk right under you. 

So, therefore you move your hand to the waistband of his pants, taking his fully hard cock out. Jeongguk hisses by the contact of your hand on him. You do love to tease just a little bit, so you put your lips on the underside of his cock, letting him feel the soft edges of your lips. Jeongguk moans by the contact, missing having your mouth on him. 

It’s not something you always did, so whenever you did, Jeongguk couldn’t exactly contain himself. With a small smile, you finally give him what he wants, grabbing him by the base and swirling your tongue towards the wet slit. 

“Fucking love your mouth.” Jeongguk says truthfully which sends a rush down your core. Compliments by him always had that effect on you. 

You prop yourself up, inviting the tip inside of your warm mouth. The way your mouth stretches sends a chill down Jeongguk’s spine, him tucking on his lip ring in anticipation. You move downwards, covering everything you can and using your hand to whatever you can’t cover. As said, Jeongguk is fucking big. 

You suck up and down, spitting on it once to lubricate it. The noise turns wet and sloppy as you shamelessly suck him off like you always do. Jeongguk tries his hardest not to thrust upwards, keeping himself still to be good for you. After all, this is simply the beginning. 

When his cock is wet enough, you remove your mouth and move towards the cupboard to fetch a condom. Jeongguk watches you put it on with ease, removing your underwear before you position yourself. Normally you would grind down on it before sitting down, but you’re too impatient. 

As you ease yourself down, you both gasp in sync over the feeling. Jeongguk feels himself grow dizzy over how tight and warm you feel and you just love how he fills you up. 

When he’s fully inside of you, you begin to bounce, clutching both hands on his chest. Sounds grow louder whenever you move quicker, aching for a release. Jeongguk tries his best not to move upwards and kiss every inch of you, maybe even slide his hand under your shirt and squeeze your breasts. Now he understands the meaning behind handcuffs. They send an unwilling rush through you, making everything feel more intense because of the restraint. 

“That’s it, shit.” Jeongguk praises you, moving his hips upwards and meeting you halfway. You respond with a moan, throwing your head back as his cock hits your g-spot repeatedly. 

When you look back down on Jeongguk, you notice how he’s moving his arms towards you. 

You stop moving. “If you touch me I stop.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. 

“You can’t be serious.” He almost sounds annoyed. 

You grin, moving down to reach his lips. “I am.” You mumble against them and Jeongguk tries to reach for your mouth but you move back upwards and go back to it. 

This is fun. 

Seeing Jeongguk a little helpless, despite every inch of him aching to touch you, makes you feel something you can’t exactly pinpoint. All you know is that this is the most fun you’ve had a while. 

You grab onto his necklace, fiddling with it as you bite your lip and move carelessly. Jeongguk is beginning to tense, a sign he’s close but you’re far from done. 

Therefore, you remove yourself, Jeongguk groaning by the loss of your warm core. But, before he can ask why you’ve stopped, you turn around, giving him a view of your backside. 

“Fucking hell.” He breathes out, watching your ass begin to bounce on him. You hold onto his legs for support, gliding yourself back down whenever the tip is about to slip out. The pace is slower than before, a teasing method you’ve gained while having your fun with Jeongguk. 

“Jeongguk—“ You moan, feeling yourself grow closer, your legs tensing with each thrust. Jeongguk can tell you’re close, with the way you’re clenching around him. He’s trying to hold on for a little longer, holding his hands where you want them but fuck. Every burning fiber in him wants to touch it, grab it, even spank it. He’s always liked the startled gasp you make whenever he spanks you and right now? He fucking needs it. 

It intensifies everything around him, his brain shutting off completely, sounds being the only thing he makes. You’re just as lost, pushing everything you have in yourself to chase your high. 

As your orgasm begins to wash over you, your hold on Jeongguk’s legs tighten, along with every muscle. Jeongguk follows suit, his cock twitching inside of you — releasing inside of the condom. 

The room is quiet. Without a warning you remove yourself, Jeongguk’s cock slipping out of you easily. You both look at each other and Jeongguk removes the handcuffs in a hurry. 

“Jeongguk wha—“ He interrupts your sentence with a soft peck to your lips, both of his hands cradling your sweaty cheeks. 

The kiss surprises you. Not because you haven’t kissed before, no. This is the first time Jeongguk has kissed you without it leading up to sex. 

“You’re incredible.” Jeongguk admits, leaning his forehead against yours. He looks at you softly, caressing the apple of your cheeks with his thumb. It’s a look he’s never given you before. 

Oh. 

Oh no.

Holy shit. Does Jeongguk like you?!