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Rum Raisin - jjk

» genre: fluff, a bit of angst, and smut :)

» wc: 3.6k

» description: established relationship! sickeningly sweet, mentions of cheating (dw it's not real </3), good ol' praise kink :P

Rum Raisin

you were sleeping soundly on a saturday afternoon, basking in your day off when jungkook came into the room, jumped onto the bed beside you and proceeded to pull you into him, purposefully stirring you from sleep and sprinkling you with kisses and squeezes in an effort to curb your impending whining.

you let out a sound of discontent as he pulls you out of the warmth of your side of the bed. it barely lasts a second though, until you're begging him to stop kissing you for just a moment, “you're gonna leave marks, koo.” you warn him.

you can feel him shake his head, “i won't. but i don't really care, either.” he laughs mischievously and kisses you harder just to get a rise from you and it works, causing you to giggle and squirm in his embrace in an attempt to doge him but you know you hold no chance of getting away from him unless he wants you to (and he obviously does not).

“you're in a good mood. missed me that much?” you tease, trying to get him to move on from the campaign against work-(in)appropriate hickeys.

he hums affirmatively, finally resting his face against your head as he pulls your back tight against his chest. “mom was upset i couldn't bring you. she talked my ear off about how great you are and how i need to work hard for a girl like you.”

you nod, “good good, smart woman.”

he chuckled and squeezed your sides as a tease, “i skipped out on dinner because i wanted to eat with you.”

you grinned and turned in his arms to face him. just as you'd predicted, he has that glint in his eyes. you always notice it when he’s in a particularly good mood, and especially when he’s alone with you. you think he’s just special to have it written in his face like that, he is totally in love with you. and you wonder if other people can see it too.

you take his face and press your nose against his as he anticipates and a kiss, “do you wanna make something together or eat out?”

his eyes flicker open and he takes one of your hands from your face and holds it instead, “i was thinking of grabbing takeout from that chinese place since it's beside the store and we’re chronically out of milk and eggs.” you groaned, you hated that store. “it's okay whiney, i'll just run in and get it.”

“no you've driven all day, let me drive.” you pout.

he shakes his head insistently, “my tank is full and you're barely awake, i'll drive.”

you let the pout sit and argue no further. he grins and kisses you until you don't even remember you were pouting in the first place and can't think of anything besides him.

you let your hand tug gently at his curls. he's letting his hair grow long nowadays, feeling comfortable and bold enough to try something new with your constant encouragement. you can't deny it may be for selfish reasons. he looks disgustingly attractive with short hair and an undercut, but there's just something about running your hand through his wavy locks and being able to gently pull at his hair that works a certain magic on you. that, and you found (much to your annoyance) that he simply looks good with any hairstyle. you suppose some people are just that lucky and god must've treated him like a treasured sculpture.

eventually his sweet lips pull away from yours and he’s patting your butt with a grin, “get dressed, baby.”

you reluctantly pull yourself out of bed and to your dresser, finding the nearest pair of jeans and replacing only your pj bottoms before grabbing a pair of socks. jungkook watches you inquisitively from the door, “no top?”

you laugh, you certainly had a top on but you didn't feel like putting in the effort of not only changing that but also finding a bra, especially when you weren't leaving the car. so you shook your head, “no need.”

he stares at you dangerously, leaning against the doorframe as he pulls the lip ring in the corner of his mouth with his teeth. he shrugs, still staring profanely at your chest and the way your low-cut long sleeve shapes it.

you walk to him and place a hand underneath his chin and lift his head, “i do have eyes you know, and they're not down there.”

he follows you out and towards the door before cutting in front of you and backing you against the nearest wall, “oh i know, it's just a girl like you deserves to have every part of her admired,” he leans against the wall with one arm pressed against it and the other running from your jaw to your hip, “and not just her pretty eyes.”

you have a fleeting moment of sanity when your stomach rumbles and you think had it not been for your own survival instincts, a different set of instincts would've taken over entirely and dinner would have been long forgotten.

you press onto your toes to kiss his cheek, knowing full well where kissing him anywhere else would lead to, and tell him despite how hot that show was, that you both needed to eat.

he laughed and pulled out his phone, taking your order and calling it in as you grab your things and put your shoes on.

jungkook made quick work of running in to grab your food, tucking it securely in the backseat before driving to the store.

he squeezed your thigh from the drivers seat, and you refrained from telling him to stay focused on driving because the way his fingers grip your leg with just the right amount of pressure has your face flushing. you blame it on missing him, or maybe the little show he put on before you left, but the smirk on his face tells you he’s doing everything purposefully.

“i'll be quick.” he tells you after parking the car, leaning over for a quick peck before running into the store.

as the sun sets, the car visor becomes increasingly ineffective and leaves you reaching into the glovebox for the pair of sunglasses you put in there last summer.

you find the case perfectly intact, but you also find something else.

you're not terrifically well-versed in the world of makeup but you've been trying to learn. one thing you've avidly avoided was lipstick. it never seemed to suit you and you didn't enjoy the way it dried your lips or the way past boyfriends used it as an excuse not to kiss you goodnight. you warmed at the thought that jungkook would never be that guy, and in fact kissed you so much the day you bought your first gloss that you'd think he was trying to make you use it all.

but that warm feeling fades at the realization that your boyfriend, who had just spent two days at his ‘parents house’ (which he's never done before in all three years, save for holidays, and certainly never without you) had someone else's lipstick in his car.

you knew of the rule, or at least, saw it on social media. a tale as old as time and a sure-fire way to let the poor ‘other woman’ know that someone else had been there, with their man: leave something in the car. hair ties, nails, jewelry, and even, makeup.

you sincerely don't think jungkook’s that guy. he's not once expressed discontent within your relationship. you've spent the last three years within that honeymoon phase and even your friends joke you couldn't possibly be more up each other's butts than you already are.

but you're rational. achingly so. of course you're not going to sit here and think he would do something like that, why would you? you know if you were anyone else you'd tell them to face the music, the obvious was right in front of them. you ran through every scenario, maybe it was a gift? but the packaging was gone, it'd been opened. jungkook has never bought you makeup before either, you figure he'd be all but terrified of the implications of doing so.

you try your best to run through every possibility of how this would have gotten in here, maybe he found it on the ground? picked it up to throw it away? some random girl just handed it to him! but why take it? nothing made rational sense and you were growing increasingly upset with your lack of excuse.

you hear the backseat door swing open as he places the groceries securely on the floor before getting into the drivers seat. he secures his seatbelt before looking over at you, and his face drops immediately. “are you alright?”

your brows are furrowed and you're struck silent. you can do nothing but hand it to him. you hold the lipstick up to him and can't look him in the eyes, entirely horrified by what you might read on his face.

he takes the small tube from your hands and pauses, “what is it, lipstick?”

“i don't know, you tell me.” the car goes silent and you bid yourself to look over at him and immensely regret it.

at first he was confused, but once he saw the way you looked at him, he was gutted. “oh, no, no, y/n, it's okay! it's okay! look!” he showed me the bottom of the tube, “it's rum raisin! it's my mom favorite, she gave it to me because she bought one for you. she wanted you to match and she thought it'd look good on you.”

you debated the plausibility of his story, he sounded confident. that would be a difficult thing to make up on the fly in the detail he described it, and that is 100% something his mother would do. she is infatuated with you, and treats you like her own daughter. she's bought you clothes before, and matching colors at that. and she did always wear a brown lipstick.

you took the tube from his hands an opened it, sure enough it was the same shade and unused, it'd just lost its sticker.

you stared at him hard, “and you swear on your life that that's the truth?”

he nodded so aggressively he could've given himself whiplash, “absolutely, i'll call her right now.” you shook your head and stared down at your hands, letting it roll around in your palm. a wave of ease rushed over you.

he pulls his phone out anyway and sends a quick text before setting it back down and reaching across the car to grab your hands, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and making you look at him, “i would never do that to you, y/n.” you'd never seen him so serious in his entire life. you've only seen this level of determination and conviction one other time, which was when he asked you out. he wasn't lying then, and you can read him like a book, he wasn't lying now.

“i know.” you grin. “it just scared the piss out of me. why'd you put it in the glovebox?”

he grins, “i didn't know if they could like, melt in your pocket, and it bothered me rolling around in the seat. i forgot i put it in there.”

you nodded, very familiar with his weird tendencies. “i believe you.”

he gave you the same, earnest look, “are we good?”

you gave him a quick nod before kissing him several times over, this was the man you've loved for three years, no doubt about it.

you finally pulled away once it dawned on you where you were, “sorry, we’re still in public.”

“i don't care.” he pulled you back in by the back of your neck and kissed you harder. the warmth of his kiss was intensified by the coolness of that damn lip ring. you sincerely think this new hobby of his will be the death of you.

despite everything being all too wrong for you to keep going, neither one of you have the willpower to pull away. he grips you so tight you’re surprised you're not already in his lap and you lick at his lips like you couldn't get enough of him. he always give you more, though. he never denies you.

the only thing strong enough to pull you away was the ringing of his phone, and you both knew who was calling.

he reluctantly pulls away after fighting you over just ignoring her call. he answers it with a sigh, “hi mom.”

you can barely hear her over the phone until he puts it on speaker, “hi y/n! i got you that lipstick, it's the same color i used and you told me it looked good on me so it must look good on you too!”

you chuckled at her logic, “thank you mrs. jeon.”

jungkook made quick work of wrapping it up and saying goodbye to her, setting his phone down again and looking towards you with a grin, “just so you have no doubts, ever.”

you nod and smile sweetly to him, “thank you.”

you watch a smile form and he leans back in to kiss you and you put your hand against his chest to stop him, “uh uh.” you tsk.

he looks at you through hooded eyes, “what?”

“let's get us home first, then you can kiss me all you want.”

he smirks, “you shouldn't tell me that.”

the moment the grocery and takeout bags leave your hands he’s pressing you against the counter, effectively trapped between his arms as the other pulls you in by your waist. his kiss is intoxicating and you feel your rationality slipping the longer he acts like this. “we have food, koo.”

he chuckles, “i don't care.”

he reunites your lips and moves his hand down towards your ass, grabbing it hard and biting your lip gently. you begin to plead with him, “it'll be cold koo, you said you were starving.”

he shakes his head, “i wasn't talking about food.” oh.

he dips suddenly and you feel your feet lift off the ground as he sits you on the counter with a smirk, parting your legs and fitting so snugly between them like it was a second home. “normally i'd indulge you,” he speaks right below your ear, placing a kiss there, “be a real gentleman, stop myself.” he places another kiss along your throat, letting his large hand hold it taught as the other runs up your thigh, “but you don't really want me to stop, do you?”

you shook your head breathlessly, “no.”

you feel him grin, “do you mean it?”

you nodded eagerly, “yes, koo.” placing your hand above his that rests atop your thigh, and moving it towards your center.

you hear him chuckle and hum in your ear, “my good girl, showing me what she wants.” he unbuttons your jeans with ease and slides his hand into cup your heat, purposefully avoiding your lips so he can listen to your sweet noises as he circles your clit.

you don't hold back, because he deserves it. you let every hum and whine slip past your mouth until he can't stand to be apart from them, easily slipping his tongue in to drown out your voice. you kiss him back with vigor, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer and you feel him grin at your eagerness. you tug on the bottom of his shirt and he pulls back, “what do you want?”

“take your shirt off, please.”

he laughs as he grabs it from the bottom and pulls it over his head with ease. you easily gawk at him and his figure, a sight you'll never be tired of. “lean back.” he tells you, digging his thumbs in the waistband of your jeans, “lift your hips.” he instructs until your jeans join the growing pile on the floor. “so pretty.” he coos, tracing his lips in bruising kisses along your neck as his hand slips beneath your underwear, groaning in pride at the wetness between your legs. easily lending a finger inside your hole, gently curling it at its deepest points. jungkook was a fast learner in most subjects, but the quickest of them all was your body. "tell me what you want baby."

your grip on his shoulders was tight, like you'd fall from grace any second.

"more, please."

he hums and gently bites your neck, "you're so pretty." he pushes two fingers past and you instinctively widen your legs to accommodate, feeling the familiar aching of an approaching orgasm. he's generous with his pace, accelerating until you're moaning in his ear and he knows he's where he needs to be. "so wet, bet you're close huh?" you nodded as best you could, "you wanna cum on my fingers or on my cock baby?"

you knew what you wanted without question, but you decide to tease him, "both."

"both?" this seemed to have excited him, mindlessly going deeper and making your toes curl at the feeling. "so greedy baby." your body starts to tighten and your eyes screw shut, whimpers fall from your mouth as you feel it crash into you, holding onto him like a vice as he helps you through it.

once you've calmed down he removes his hand and looks at you cockily, “i will never get tired of watching that.” he kisses you numb, “wanna have that image tattooed on my eyelids.”

you chuckle at him and begin to undo his belt and he watches you intently, “no breather?”

you shake your head, “need you now, please.”

he tsks, “i don't think you want it enough.”

you pout and kiss his lips, “please koo.”

“almost there.”

“jungkook please,” you whined, having gotten his pants completely undone.

“what?”

you blink up at him as he towers over you on the counter. you let your hand slide into his pants just as he did yours, finally feeling his hard cock beneath his jeans. you moaned at the feeling and the eagerness of having him inside of you again, “please jungkook, i need you.”

he seems to have momentarily lost his composure as he lets you feel him up, “fuck, you're such a good girl.” he picks his head up and looks down at you, still with your hand in his pants sheepishly, “you deserve to be rewarded for that.”

you pulled him back down to you and ran your tongue against his lips and he met you with a unmatched desire and stripping you both of whatever clothes you had left. you felt his hard cock against your folds and writhed with excitement. he ran it through your wetness, teasing your entrance until you begged him yet again, "jungkook please, fuck me."

he groaned with excitement and wasted no time, letting his dick slide past your warm folds as slowly as he could bring himself to do it, which must've taken the strength of a saint by the way he was straining himself.

"fuck, i always forget how fucking good you feel."

"don't hold back, please, need to feel you."

he sucked in his breath and ticked his head, "if i didn't id finish in seconds, baby. that's how good you feel." he pulled his cock out slowly, leaving the head in before snapping his hips back up, the angle the countertop gave him wasn't making your case any better, either. feeling him dragging against your walls and hitting that perfect spot.

you were sure he knew immediately by the way you tightened around him, only making it easier for him to gain momentum and he began fucking up into you so hard you were sure you were leaving marks against his back. he didn't seem to mind or notice at all, focusing on your pleasure instead as he always does. he instructed you to lay against the table so he could use one hand to keep you where he needed you, and used the other to rub your clit without warning.

you shook your head and reached for his wrist, “fuck, please, too much.”

he didn't relent, “you've got it baby, you can take it.”

you couldn't keep your eyes open or your mouth from spilling lewd noises as he touched you, feeling your legs widen and your core grow tighter as a second orgasm comes ripping through, “i'm gonna cum jungkook.”

he could only groan in response, pushing down on the bottom of your stomach with his thumb that was holding you in place. you came with a resounding moan of his name, the only comprehensible thought you had.

your core tightened around him and he warned you in seconds before finishing inside of you.

he let his head rest against yours as you both regained your composure. he let out a deep breath before pulling out and you whined, immediately covering your area, “you're gonna make a mess of my kitchen.”

he reached for the nearby paper towels, gently wetting one before handing it to you and grabbing another for himself.

“we can team clean tomorrow.” he beamed.

you rolled your eyes at his enthusiasm, it was contagious. he helped you off the counter and back into your comfy sweater, “so, eat or shower first.”

you held him close to you, “eat. definitely eat.”

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lemonyko0 · 1 year

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Red or Black? - jjk

"i'm gonna sit on your face if you don't stop talking, actually."

» description: jungkook has made it his mission to annoy you as much as he possibly can, in hopes you'd shut him up just the way he wants you to. established relationship, kinda crack, fluff, smut !!!

» wc: 3.4k

Red or Black - jjk

jungkook was a color guy, which you knew early on. he was picky, but he’d never admit it. he likes what he likes, and he knows what he likes.

“i told you the black looked better.”

“wrong, red does.” you corrected. he tsks from the bed, watching you get ready with the red dress on instead of the black.

“single girls wear red, you're not single.”

“no one's reserved a color for a relationship status jungkook.” you eyed him and he grinned, he totally made that up. he’d say anything just to get a rise out of you. he’d been feisty all day and as time draws on it just got worse. “you're being cheeky today.”

he falls onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, having been dressed to match your black dress for half an hour. it wasn't your fault he did that, you didn't ask him to. it was the inner workings of his brain. somewhere in that sickly possessive brain of his he thought, surely no one else would look at you if it was obvious you were together, you’d be matching! everyone would have to know, you were his.

“you have a red button up too, koo.” you grinned while finishing your makeup. it was your subtle way of telling him you not only knew what he was doing, but that it wasn't the end of the world, because other colors do exist, even in his wardrobe.

“i don't look as good in red.” you gave him the really? look, and he sat up on the bed. “whatever. wear your stupid red dress, i didn't wanna take it off of you anyway.”

you grab your purse for the night and shake your head, “are you gonna change or not? because i'm ready to go.”

he shakes his head petulantly, “nope, i've been ready.”

you laughed, “alright then casanova, lead the way.”

as you assumed, jungkook continued his wronged lover act. it was a lighthearted running joke between the two of you, it wasn't like your friends noticed. they were too busy celebrating your friend's 23rd birthday to know or care about anything besides the free food and open bar.

jungkook spent his time at the tables with the other guys/boyfriends. the girls called this “patrolling” or “guard-dogging” since it gave you and your friends all the room to safely enjoy yourselves.

you knew for a fact that his eyes never left your body, even getting up a few times to “get another drink” or “check the game” when his drink was half full and he could not care less about baseball.

you were about two and a half drinks in the third time he did this, moving around to get a better view when you left the crowd to come to him. “you stalking me?” he asked you.

you chuckled, “yeah, it's me staring at you and not the other way around.”

“it's okay, i know i look good in black.” he grinned, sipping on his beer, “for the record, you do too.”

you rolled your eyes, “you’re still going on about that dress.”

“you looked gorgeous in it.”

“and i don't in this one?” his eyes scanned yours, he knows you put him in a trap.

“actually, i like the red one.”

“you’ve suddenly changed your mind?” he hummed, “why?”

he shook his head, “can't tell you here.”

your brows furrowed, and maybe a little tipsy, you draped your arms around his neck and looked up at him, “you can't tell me?”

he shook his head, “definitely not, if you keep looking at me like that.”

you smiled and pulled him close, “do you want me to let go?”

his grip on your hips tightened, “absolutely not.” you thought this was as good a chance as any, leaning up to close the gap between your lips and his and he pulls you back with a grin, “you don't wanna do that baby.”

you pouted, “i don't wanna kiss my boyfriend?”

he shook his head, “ask me again.”

you furrowed your brows, “i don't wanna kiss-”

“no, not that. ask me why i like the red dress.”

you blinked, “okay, why do you like the red dress koo?”

he leaned in close, letting his nose flutter against yours, “because i can’t wait to take it off of you.”

you threw your head back and sighed, “jungkook.” he chuckled, “you actually are exhausting.”

“what? was that not where this was going?”

you released him and turned back to the party, “baby,” he held onto your wrist, “where are you going?”

“to dance with the birthday girl, that is why we're here.”

he shook his head, “we’ve been here long enough, let's go home.”

“i can’t leave-”

“we've been here almost three hours, and look,” he pointed to the dance floor, more specifically at birthday girl, dancing very suggestively with some guy, “she’s not gonna be here much longer anyway, why should we?”

that was enough convincing to get you into an uber and back home in half an hour. jungkook announced, “okay, i'm tired.”

you blinked twice and laughed, thinking it was a joke, until he b-lined for his bedroom and his dresser.

“are you being difficult on purpose?”

he turned his back to you, “what are you talking about?” he grinned.

you smacked his shoulder, “you are so annoying! what is with you today!”

he faked an ‘owe’ and looked at you, “what's with me? you're the crazy one y/n.”

“now you're just gaslighting me.” he stared, grinning, and shook his head. he turned back to his dresser and unbuttoned his shirt before tossing it into the laundry bin. you had a perfect view of his back muscles and his thin waist. he was totally doing this on purpose.

it was fucking working.

you knew the only way to win was to play into his games. he wanted you fired up, and you’d show him just how fired up you were. he’d see it as winning, but that just meant he’d work harder instead of sulking about caving first.

you pulled him away from his dresser before he could redress himself and pushed him onto the bed, “is this what you were hoping for? wanted me to get mad at you?”

he was surprised, as if he didn't think you’d actually do it, and he smiled while thumbing your cheek, “i would never purposefully rile you up so you'd fuck me like you meant it, that doesn't sound like something i'd do at all.”

you straddled him and leaned in close, “i figured that out this morning. you're not slick.”

he shrugged, “i didn't think i was being subtle, i knew it'd still work.” you felt his hands run up your thighs, one parting at your hips while the other ghosted up your back and to your shoulder, flicking down the strap of your dress, “so you gonna fuck me or what baby?” he grins, leaning in close enough to kiss but not doing it.

“what was all of that about hating this dress so bad you wanted to rip it off of me?”

“well i didn't say it like that-”

“don't you?”

he ticks his head, “i want you to want me to rip your dress off.”

“i do!” his eyes widen and you’ve decidedly had enough of his back and forth. his whole thing was to not initiate, to just keep poking at you until you caved. you grabbed his neck and pushed your lips against his, letting him fall onto his back as you lick at his lips. you try to roll your hips or feel his skin but your dress makes it practically impossible so you part long enough to growl at him, “will you take this fucking dress off now?”

he laughs, “i’ve been dying to since you put it on.” you reconnect your lips and feel his hands unzip your dress from behind you, impatiently lifting your dress up above your hips and over your head. he pulls back to look at you and sighs, “i fucking knew it.”

you furrow your brows and look down at your body where he was staring, “oh shut up.”

he sat up on his elbows, “i knew you were wearing black!”

“you did not know! i changed in the bathroom.”

you pushed him back down and kissed him again but he pushed you away, “i knew you'd have it on underneath. i told you, you look fucking great in black.”

you throw your head back with a sigh, “jungkook.” his eyes ran along your body to your face, “shut up.”

he grinned and pulled you back down, one hand lost in your hair as the other pushed your ass against him repetitively. the silence last for about two minutes before he had to ruin it again, “i don't know if i can take this off of you.”

“i will.”

“it'd be against my morals, you look too perfect.” you found his obsession cute, but he was still testing your patience. you placed kisses along his jaw and on his neck, listening to him hum and groan as you moved your hips, “you’d look good in red too, by the way.”

you buried your face in his chest and sighed, taking a moment before lifting your head to see him smiling, “i’m gonna sit on your face if you don't stop talking, actually.”

“i thought you liked words of affirmation? i'm telling you you look sexy in everything.”

“i know. tell me later. take your pants off.”

“you're on top of me, you take my pants off.”

you sigh, sinking to your knees and pulling his pants down, “do you have a gag?”

he shakes his head, “not for men.”

you tsk, discarding his boxers as well, “i'll muzzle you.” you place kisses on his strong thighs before gripping his hard on, letting your tongue make stripes to get him wet before moving your hand. he mumbles and moans and you grin, “i like that sound much better.”

his muscles contract with his head thrown back, “yeah and i like the sound of my cock in your throat.”

you grin, kissing his tip and teasing it into your mouth, “we can both get what we want then.”

he looks down at you and has to close his eyes, “jesus, you should've been a lawyer.”

you roll your eyes, "i am a lawyer," and make him watch you take his length to the back of your throat and out with a pop, and again, and again, and he doesn't speak a single coherent word.

your hands split between stroking what you can't fit and massaging his balls, certain he’ll finish in seconds with the combination. with the way his thighs and abs flex and his consistent moaning, you're sure it's coming. you reach out to touch him like a work of art, you couldn't help it and you know he appreciates it anyway. “i-i’m gonna-”

you hum against him and it only makes it harder for him, digging his fingers in his thighs to distract him but they make no difference, finishing in your mouth with a satisfying groan.

“god, didn't know you planned on milking me dry.”

you chuckled and joined him on the bed, “it got you to shut up, didn't it?”

“yeah i’ll say,” he sits up to kiss your shoulder and neck, “was hoping you'd just shove your panties in my mouth, but that was a better idea.”

you sighed and rolled your eyes, he is just non-stop. “maybe because i was hoping you'd use that mouth for something besides annoying the piss out of me.” you pushed him back against the bed and he looked at you with raised eyebrows, “you're actually gonna sit on me?”

“don't trust you to do more pussy eating than talking if i let you do it on your own, can i?”

he just smiled and pulled you up onto him, more than eager to please and let you use him. jungkook was always determined in bed, getting as much pleasure from giving as he did receiving, so this wasn't the first time you've done this with him. in fact, it's high on his list of favorite positions, even after arguing with him that it doesn't count, he persists.

he flattens his tongue underneath you and grabs at your ass, pushing you forward. you don’t bother hesitating, having been pent up and simmering practically all day long you were craving something, anything. you think at some point you could hear your own pulse as you dragged your clit on his tongue and nose. he couldn't help but give you a little more with his tongue when you’d lift your hips for him, growing eager to hear more of your pretty helpless moans as you get off using him.

you grip onto his hair and feel yourself grow hotter and you know he’s growing impatient beneath you. to no surprise he lifts you off of him and turns you on your back, “sorry baby, i know you were having fun.”

you shook your head and moaned, “please.”

he grinned, already knowing what you needed. he barely wasted a second before attaching his tongue to your clit again and dragging his fingers up and down your slit, “you’re so wet baby, guess it worked.”

you glanced down at him between your legs with a smirk on his face. he watched your brows furrow and get ready to give him some smart ass retort and timed it perfectly to sink two fingers into you and curl them upwards, dragging them back out. “you’re- oh fuck.” you gripped the sheets and felt your stomach tighten and he continued that pattern, working his long fingers in and out of you and licking up whatever spilled out, moaning at the sight of you so turned on by him.

“god baby, you're gorgeous.” he tongued at your clit, “most perfect girl ever.” you felt him adjust the angle, hitting deeper and moving them faster as he applied more pressure onto your clit and you cried out profanities, “gonna come for me baby?” he grinned, watching your hips lift and feeling you squeeze his fingers involuntary as your high came crashing down with a melody of moans, which was truly music to his ears.

you practically had to pry him off of you, “koo, please, christ.”

he looked up at you with a slick face and a sick grin, “done?” he laughed, wiping at his face and coming up to you. “i wish i could live between your thighs.” you stared at him, hardly comprehending anything he was saying, “or listen to you moaning and calling my name and pulling my hair for the rest of my life.”

“you're almost describing marriage.”

“i'm describing much more than marriage.” he reached out and pushed your hair away from your face, running his thumb against your cheek, “but you already know i wanna marry you.”

you chuckle and jokingly push him away to hide your blush, “don't start again.”

“just making sure you don't forget.” he held back a smile and admired you, everything about you was praiseworthy to him, and he wanted to be certain you knew, all the time.

“jungkook,” you called out, he hummed, “kiss me, please.”

your stomach warmed and fluttered when he pressed his lips against yours warmly. three years and you still felt that way every time, even with just a glance from him. you knew the feeling was mutual too, because his rosy cheeks could never hide how he felt about you and his ears would go red if you simply told him he looked good today.

you kissed him harder and he licked at your lips. you felt his hands run up your thighs and pull you closer, skin to skin.

still, it wasn't enough. you craved more. you straddled his waist and hovered above him, hearing him cuss and dig his hands into your thighs just at the thought of feeling you on top of him. “can i?” you reached between you and felt him, hard and leaking pre-cum, you figured he’d be dying about now.

“god, please.”

you smiled and kissed him before turning back to grab a condom out of the bedside drawer, taking it out of its package and rolling it on, “good?” he nodded, directing his length onto your heat, feeling just his head poking was enough for you to clench around nothing and mewl, “fuck.”

he chuckled, “need help?”

you shook your head and began to sink down onto him, letting his hard cock stretch you good and moaning at the way he drags against your walls. he threw his head back with a deep groan and grabbed at your ass.

you spent a moment to steady yourself, using his broad shoulders as your grounding to start bouncing, feeling him drag in and out of you and watching his face contort.

he used one hand to run up your back and unclip your bra easily, watching you intently as you let it fall between you, and he throws it elsewhere on the bed. “god, you'll kill me.”

you don’t hold back your whines or refrain from dragging your nails across his skin, “fuck jungkook, you feel so good.”

“yeah?”

you hummed, which didn't exactly sound like a hum, “you’re so big, feel you so well.”

he rewards you with a groan, “god, can we switch please.”

“am i not doing good?” you pouted.

he shook his head quickly, “you're doing too good, i'm gonna come way too quick.” you grinned and nodded, letting him flip you over. you gladly wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer, he chuckles, “you're dangerous.” you pull him down by his neck and press your lips together and you feel him hard against your heat, allowing him to pull away to line himself up and push into you, attempting to continue to kiss you as he thrusts harder, but your need for air and whining make it difficult. He grins and straightens himself, pushing your legs back against your stomach and putting pressure on your lower stomach as he thumbs at your clit, “shit, jungkook,” you shook your head, immediately overwhelmed knowing the combination would work too well and your clit was still sensitive to the touch, “c-can’t.”

he didn’t relent, groaning as his pace quickened with his eyes glued to the spot where you connected, “yes you can baby, you can take it.” you shook your head again and mewled, “you can come for me baby.”

“fuck, yes.” you whined, eyes screwed shut as you drowned in the scene of it all, hearing him groan combined with the sound of him pounding in and out of you, and the angle he fucked into you had you feeling every inch of him. you were damned from the start, feeling the pool in your stomach flood over you and you came hard, hearing him hiss and moan, having to take a second to drink you in and watch you convulse before allowing himself to let go, filling the condom and leaning over you, before entirely crashing beside you.

you chuckled and cradled his head as he nosed your neck, neither of you able to speak just yet. you twisted and curled his dark hair between your fingers, drinking in the scent of his shampoo and the smell of sex. “don’t fall asleep on me, please.” you told him. he hummed and threw an arm over you, “koo, seriously, i’m not helping you if you fall asleep.”

he groaned, “mean. i’d help you.”

“i’m easier to manhandle than you are.”

he lifted his head and smiled at you, “yeah, you are.” he let his head rest against the bed and sat up straight, discarding his protection and turning back to you, extending you a hand, “bath, m’lady?”

you eagerly grabbed his hand and let him lead you into the restroom, getting the bath ready while you chose a bath bomb. “I’m gonna grab us clothes,” he walks past you and kisses your head. coming back a minute later with a pile of clothes, watching him separate yours and his on the counter, turning back to face you with a satisfied smile.

“all black, really?”

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hi i back :) i know i haven't posted in a while, it'll definitely improve the closer we get to summer! i was wondering, i really only post jjk, should i start writing for taehyung again? lmk if you guys have a preference!

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in-fidelity - jjk

"you wouldn't mind me checking what you're hiding under there, right chicky?"

» genre: fluff, angst, established relationship <3

» description: you do your best to hide his gifts but he's suspicious, to say the least.

» wc: 1.5k

in-fidelity - jjk

valentine's day, anniversaries, holidays, date nights, all of which you feel the compulsion. the compulsion to express your love through physical things because words just aren't enough, and you can only hold him for so long.

“i know you love me, you don't have to keep getting me things.” he'd told you barely two months into your relationship. and you thought you were keeping it contained. “i was just learning how to make bracelets for fun and only had these colors, so now we have matching ones!”

you leaned over him and rubbed your arm against his, showing the matching purple and blue bracelets you'd made earlier that day. “it's not like i spent money on it, i made it.” you tried to come off optimistic but it sounded more like a pout.

jungkook was kind enough to place several kisses, thanking you, and leaving the topic to be. over the next few months he’d come to terms with your love language, and eventually admit to enjoying it. “i get what girls are talking about, it's nice to be spoiled.”

but after so many months together and so many gifts, you begin to feel a little burnt out. so here you are now, using your last feeble attempt at finding something that's just “jungkook” before your anniversary tomorrow.

“so you still don't know what exactly we’re looking for?”

you shook your head, scanning the shops and boutiques at the mall, “nope, i'll know when i see it.”

eumi sighed, “you know i love shopping but you gotta give me more than that. clothes? jewelry? decorations? music?”

you shrugged, “maybe. i already ordered some clothes he’d been eyeing.”

eumi let out an exaggerated “ugh” noise and followed you mindlessly into store after store, finally stopping you by exhaustedly tugging on your sleeve to whine about how hungry she is. you sigh, growing worried by the minute that you'll walk out of here empty handed. “fine, the pretzel shop is that way.”

“yes! thank god!” she speeds towards the food mall but before your senses are engulfed in the smells of meats and sweets it picks up an aroma that stopped you in your tracks.

eumi whines and pulls on your arm, “god y/n please, not another store.”

“do you smell that?”

eumi stops, her eyes pleading, “i can't smell anything over my stomach rumbling.”

you roll your eyes and attempt to track down the scent. there weren't any candle or perfume stores around you, certainly not this close to a food court. you take a few steps backwards and notice the same man you passed only moments ago. he was dressed business casual, and the aroma was certainly coming from him.

“excuse me, sir.” he raised his head from his phone. “sorry to interrupt, but may i ask what cologne you're wearing?”

he raises his wrist to smell, “you mean this?” and extends it to you.

“yes! that's the smell, do you know what it's called?”

he nods, “yeah, it was a tester of some new perfume at the men's department upstairs, something like oak and lavender.”

“perfect, thank you!” you run back to eumi who watches you with bewilderment, “i've got it!”

“yeah yeah let's go.”

if there was one niche thing you and jungkook bonded over, it was your love of specific scents. he was sensitive to the perfumes and lotions you wore, and made sure you knew which he liked and which he wished he could throw out, because they were just “that bad”.

there is one, however, that has him chasing after you after every shower: lavender.

“gosh this really is a good one, it definitely smells like a man but like, softly.” eumi pronounces, taking the small bottle out of its bag and examining it. “i don't see why they make perfume so confusing nowadays, how do you spray this thing?”

“eumi stop it, give it here.” you reach out for the vase and are immediately hit with the spritz, sending you into a temporary coughing frenzy.

“oh god y/n, so sorry!”

you swat at the air around you, trying to stop the coughing as eumi holds back her laughs. “whatever, give it here and shoo.” you laugh it off with her, bidding her goodbye and running back to your bedroom to hide his gifts. he said he’d be at your place at 5:30, and it's 5:33, so you're in a bit of a panic as you quickly change your clothes and shove his new clothes as well as the perfume you'd bought underneath your bed quickly as he walks in.

“y/n?”

“here! coming!” you run down your stairs and watch the smile grow on his face as he opens his arms, no words needed, like that was where you were simply meant to be. and he holds you like that, rocking you softly before stopping, digging his face into your neck and pulling away with furrowed brows.

you watch him carefully but he says nothing, “you alright?”

he looks passed you and nods, “yeah, fine.” you watch him scrunch his nose and make a sour face, almost like he was upset, which is quite the contrast from the jungkook that came through your door several seconds ago.

he steps back from you and heads towards your bedroom, “wait, koo.” you smile, tugging on his hand, “i wanted to watch a movie in here.”

he frowns, “let's watch it in your room.”

you pout, “but the new tv is in here-”

“i'll be in your room.”

you sigh, calling out his name as you follow him. “jungkook? you're being weird. do you want to do something else? do you wanna talk about it?”

he ignores your inquiries and pushes past your door, scanning your room as if he hadn't found it a second home, like you'd rearranged without asking him first.

you scan the room too, eyes immediately flying to your haphazard shoving of his clothes under your bed and you slyly move to that side to stand in front of it, “we can watch a movie in here i guess, if it really means that much to you.”

his eyes stare at you suspiciously. “why are you standing there.”

“why am i standing… by my bed?”

he scoffs, making his way towards you, “yeah, you're the one acting weird. what did you just try to kick under your bed?”

you feel your face heat up and you're sure he can read the fleeting panic in your eyes. you're a terrible liar, especially to him, you're doomed.

“what are you on about? there's nothing under my bed besides some dirty clothes i forgot to pick up before you got here.”

he shakes his head and laughs, pushing past you, “yeah, okay. mind if i look?”

you scoff, “what, you don't trust me?” he stands back up, looking at you differently. “i'm not like that jungkook,” you cross your arms, “i don't know what you're thinking, but its probably not true.”

he chuckles, “probably? not true?” he takes a step closer, “so you wouldn't mind me checking what you're hiding there chicky?”

chicky. he calls you. out of habit or as a way to say im not mad, you're not sure. it's a favorite nickname of his, naming you chicky/chicken because of how much you love chicken and how often you have it. he also claims you remind him of a chicken, but you begged him not to explain that part.

“why are you acting like this?”

“it's gonna sound stupid.”

“try me.”

he ticks his head, “you smell like another guy.”

your eyes widen, no shit, still? you hold your clothes up to your face but you don't smell any remnants of the perfume. “i don't smell anything jungkook.”

he laughs, “of course you don't.” he shakes his head, “it's whatever, i told you it was stupid.”

he falls onto your bed dramatically, you can tell he's still bothered and leering. you sigh, chasing after him and snuggling up to him, “god, you're like a bloodhound or something.”

“a bloodhound?”

“yeah, whatever dog has an insanely good nose.”

“what do you mean?” he says more like a statement than a question.

you look at him apologetically, “i can’t just gaslight you,” you pout, “you ruined your own surprise.” you slip out of his embrace and grab the bottle out from underneath your bed and hand it to him, “it's this.”

he takes it to his nose and nods, “that's is it! is this for me?” he grins.

“yes, it was supposed to be an anniversary gift, but y'know.”

“ah.” he throws his head back in a long, exaggerated sigh of relief, “do you know how scared i was?”

you smile, “it's not my fault, eumi sprayed it on me! i changed clothes and everything and you still smelled it.”

he shrugs, “it's my top notch instincts, i can smell other men from a mile away.” he tips his head back, theatrically sniffing the air.

“yeah ok, fido.” you reach out and pet his hair and he smiles at you, not looking away as his eyes melt into yours.

“happy early anniversary, koo.”

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hello hi it's been a while, but i've got things on the way!! new jjk dilf fic(s) in the works ;) so look forward to that! as always, wishing you all a gorgeous day <3 - ara

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my condolences for no content have this

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lemonyko0 · 1 year

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my writing motivation is 60% maldaptive daydreaming and 40% 'i want to read something like this but I hate how others do it so I'll just do it myself' so its really just spite that drives me.

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Want It All - Part 2

change comes in many forms. for jungkook, it's flowers, love notes, and chocolate. for you, it's the slow realization that perhaps you don't hate him the way you say you do.

» genre: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers fr!

» wc: 14k :)

Part 1 | Part 2

much to your dismay, you learn what it’s like to say no to jeon jungkook.

but not in the way you already knew. he texted nonstop. never called, he wanted it to be one-sided. he didn’t want you to think you had to reply to him until you wanted to. he left gifts for you, and your cat, which he found you were hiding in your apartment despite not being allowed to have pets.

he wrote you notes and would leave them in all kinds of places. you’d find them in school, in your desk, on your work-computer, all places you figured were easy for him to have access to. then it was your daily barista telling you a man already paid for your drink, and asked to hand you this note (then she told you your boyfriend was cute..). even sooyung was approached by him to ask about leaving a few in your apartment, and offered to hand deliver them if she was uncomfortable with doing that. she agreed to do it, but was sure to let you catch her the first time so you wouldn’t worry how he was getting them inside. (even though his note mentioned this as well, you were surprised at the lengths he’d gone to).

“really y/n, he’s doing a whollleee lot to get on your good side.”

you hummed, “yeah, i’ve noticed.”

she examines you, “then why haven’t you replied to him?”

you sigh, “i really don’t know what to do.” she looks at you and you continue, “i’m torn between wanting to tear him limb from limb because of what he did and how he’s treated me, but at the same time, if he hadn’t really changed, then why go through all these hoops to make me forgive him?” she nods. “i just, i don’t want to look like the fool again for forgiving him when he snaps out of it.”

“maybe he’s actually getting his shit together?”

you frown, “unlikely. he probably just wants back on my good side so we can continue the plan.”

she ticks her head to the side, “and? what’s wrong with that?” she chuckles, “do you want something more from him?”

you can’t rationalize why you decide to text jungkook the next morning. you hate him, that much you knew. but you were curious to know what he wanted from you. only then, you thought, could you have your closure.

he’s in the small coffee shop before you are. he flags you down, “i ordered for you, hope you don’t mind. if you don’t want it i’ll get you something else.” you look down, not surprised he remembered your drink seeing as he asked or noticed when he told the barista last time. “I’m glad you answered me, and again, i’m sorry.”

“i still don’t know if i can forgive you, but at the very least, i think we should pick up where we left off.”

he nods, “okay, you mean being friends or with the plan?”

“with the plan. lord knows trying to befriend you is a bigger waste of time than politics.”

he looks offended for a second but doesn’t comment on it. “okay, sounds fair. so, what should our next date be then?”

you hum, “what about taehyung, did you ever get back to him?”

he nods, “oh yeah! just recently, though. we’ve hung out twice one-on-one since i told him you’d been busy with work, then sick, i was running out of excuses until he told me, him and minji broke up.”

you look at him, “they broke up?” he nods, “... did he say how that went?”

he laughs, “clearly not well, or, maybe well, they’re back together now, i think.”

you chuckle, “yeah, sounds like minji.”

you spend the rest of the hour discussing plans with jungkook and waiting for taehyung to agree to it. you sit back in the cozy booth, god you love coffee shops. the place wasn’t as busy as it normally was. you’ve been here long enough to watch it move from its peak to it’s calmest.

“taehyung and minji are in.” jungkook says, pulling your attention back to him.

you nod, “okay sounds good.”

jungkook picks you up at nine that night, rather late to be bowling, but you soon realize bowling is second entertainment to drinking and socializing, to these people.

when you got there people were loosely playing, and more focused on conversation.

jungkook was not one of these people. “hope you’re not all talk kook, it’d be a shame to lose in front of not one but two, pretty ladies.”

you bare a grin towards taehyung and minji takes a seat in the half-lounge, “oh taehyung, stop it.”

he kisses her cheek then asks, “8’s for both of you?” you both nod but minji bats her eyes, “yes please!” and sends them both on their way. you sit on the other side of her, leaving three seats between you and she chuckles, “do you think i’ll bite?”

you laugh, “no, but i do.”

she finds both amusement and slight offense to you, “come on y/n, lighten up a bit. we’re just bowling.”

“so you weren’t purposefully staring me down at the bar? shit intimidation tactic, i’ll tell you.”

she guffaws sarcastically, “intimidation? why would i be trying to intimidate you?” you simply look at her as if you’re uninterested in her, “i really liked the skirt you were wearing. couldn’t help but remember how much jungkook likes skirts,” she scoots two seats closer and leans over the last, “always told me it was easy access.” you scoff at her audacity, and applaud yourself for seeing through her from the beginning, “no shame from me though! i clearly get the enticement.” she looks around, the boys are busy at the bar, ordering food and drinks, “if it was anyone else, i’d probably try to scare you off. tell you if i simply asked, i’d have him back.”

“doubt that.”

she laughs, “but i won’t, because jungkook isn’t worth it.”

your brows furrow. you hadn’t been even the slightest bit offended at anything she’d said so far, but that, that one stirred you. “what do you mean?”

she shrugs, “don’t get me wrong, he’s as close to perfect a girl could get, but c’mon, he’s a troubled guy. he’s privileged, yeah, but his dad isn’t wanting to give him the company. that pretty much depletes his value to girls like us. good for a fuck though! that's for damn sure.” she laughs.

you look at her absolutely disgusted, “god, you’re a terrible person.”

she just grins, “taehyung is the whole package. so consider jungkook, my gift to you.”

you roll your eyes, “just leave us alone and all will be well.”

“oh y/n, you’re as funny as ever.” she giggles as the boys return to your table.

jungkook hands you a drink and slides into the seat beside you, “they weren’t serving tequila so i got the next best thing.”

you sipped what he handed you and looked at him, recognizing the familiar taste, “did you make me this at your place?” he nods with a large grin, “oh yeah, i really liked this one.” you place the drink on the small table, “i have to say though,” you place your hand on his leg and stare up at him dreamily, “your’s was much better.”

he stares back at you then leans down to your ear, “i’m going to kiss you.” then as promised, his lips meet yours and his hand ghosts along your jaw.

it was a sickeningly sweet kiss, and the act doesn’t stop when your kiss ends. you have to keep this act up the entire night.

“okay, ladies first?” taehyung says. “y/n, minji? either of you want to go first?”

“oh! i will!” minji jumps up, her mini skirt moving with her legs, an outfit all too inappropriate for bowling. suddenly you remember what she said about jungkook liking skirts. you hold back the disgusted face you make as you watch minji take her first turn “awe, only two?” she pouts, grabbing her ball and re-trying, only to hit three total.

“it's okay baby, you’re just warming up.” taehyung tells her, throwing an arm around her and nuzzling into her side.

“your turn then baby.” jungkook smiles at you and you nod, picking up the ball with your entire hand, then examining it, you see the three holes but you’re still unsure so you turn to jungkook, “how do i hold this?”

he looks at you perplexed, “how do you hold, a bowling ball?” he asks, you nod. he chuckles and stands to help you, easily taking the weighted ball from your hands and turning it to demonstrate for you, “you put three fingers in like this.” he says, “i can’t, because my fingers would probably get stuck.”

he hands the ball back to you and you giggle, taking it into your hands and holding it just as he did, “haha, dirty.”

you hear him laugh behind you, “did you say that’s dirty?” you nod with a grin and he continues to chuckle, “dirty mind.” he places a hand on your back and directs you to the wooded area. “ideally, you’re gonna walk about two steps, then swing the ball back, then fourth, then let go, and ONLY let go when the ball is in front of you.”

“only let go when it’s aimed at the pins, okay.” you put yourself in a position that feels rather unnatural and jungkook sighs behind you, putting his hands around you to direct you, “relax.” he says, beside your ear. he steps away and demonstrates what he’s telling you and you copy him. “good.” he grins, “now try it.”

you take a deep breath and try to do it just as well as he showed you, but you roll yourself a loudly bouncing straight-to-the-gutter ball. you turn and pout to jungkook who’s smiling like you hit a strike on your first go. “don’t worry baby, you get one more try.”

you take the ball and do the same thing, and get the same results. you slouch back beside jungkook with a sour face, “this game sucks, no wonder i’ve never played.”

he laughs and sits up, “well, hopefully you learn by watching.” jungkook takes the ball he picked out, naturally grabbing it and walking up to the row before performing exquisite technique. he almost earns himself a spare his first turn, only missing one after splitting the first time.

you celebrate his early lead and grab his hand when he sits down. this role is actually starting to be fun. you feel like a different person, like a character. taehyung gets up to take his two turns and minji scoots over to the two of you.

“so y/n, i heard you didn’t get picked for the internship with mr.kim,” she starts, much to both you and jungkook’s dismay, “where did you end up?” she asks, no doubt she’s only asking because she thinks you had to settle for something below your level. “or better yet, who got it, if not you?”

she grins but your expression remains upbeat. “oh, funny story actually!” you direct jungkook’s hand onto your own lap and her eyes follow before going back to yours, “jungkook actually got it, who would’ve thought right? not you, surely.”

her expression changes but she keeps the fake smile, “oh really? that's great! congrats jungkook.” she grins to him. “so, if he got it, where did you end up?”

“oh! at his fathers company.” i tell her, watching in the utmost amusement as her face drops, making her completely readable.

“his dads company? but, they don’t even accept students, do they?”

you nod, “you’re right, they don’t. but they made an exception for me.” you smile achingly at her and she leans back in her seat. “clearly i made a great enough impression on his dad, he even introduced jungkook and i.” you lean into your ‘boyfriend’ when you mention him. you’re sure by his silence he’s probably shitting bricks about this conversation. you don’t blame him.

“wow!” she says, “well,” she grabs her drink, “cheers to the both of you and your success.”

“cheers to that.” you clink your glass against hers and take a sip.

“minji! you’re up!”

you look to jungkook who looks back at you with a small smile. you chuckle, “i handled that pretty well.”

he nods, “very well, i would have probably stuttered at least a little bit. she is intimidating.”

you hum, “yeah, you obviously have a type.”

he frowns at you, “what-”

“my turn again! i think i’m gonna bowl with my other hand.”

“your other hand? are you ambidextrous?” taehyung laughs, drink in hand and minji in lap.

you shrug, “maybe! i can’t get worse, it’s worth a try.”

you take your turn with your other hand and it goes much better than the last, you even manage to hit a few pins. “woo!” you put your hands in the air when you manage to knock down over half. “hell yeah!” you celebrate, double high-fiving jungkook as you sit down and switch out spots.

the rest of the night goes on much smoother than the beginning. you even think you may enjoy bowling, that is, if you continue to be good at it. because what's the fun in it when you’re not? you walk away a winner in more ways in one, not only was it an objectively great night of socializing, drinking, and jungkook winning, but you also silenced minji.

after her disgusting performance and rant about jungkook, you were more than glad to mention he was awarded mr. kim’s spot (knowing it was a strictly merit-based position, that his father couldn’t have known he was even considered for, because if his dad wanted him to intern big, he would simply take him on, and he didn’t.) and even better, that you accomplished the impossible. every girls dream, his father likes you enough to introduce you to his attractive, soon-to-replace-me son. your future is a given with these circumstances and she knows it.

your only mistake was believing she would wallow in her own defeat.

as the boys were talking and bidding their goodbyes, you checked your phone, not interested in conversing with minji anymore, but she had other plans.

“hey, y/n.”

you pause and look at her, “yeah..?”

she grins, “you know, what i said back there.” she smirks, biting her lip and looking down at your feet, “that i’d be kind enough to give him to you?”

you nod and chuckle, “let me guess, want him back now?”

she grins, “no.” you raise your brows, “want you to break up with him, as soon as possible.”

you laugh, “why on earth would i do that?”

she shrugs, “the choice is yours. give him up and spare your heart and reputation, or wait until he leaves you for me.” she says snarkily, you hold back a fit of laughs at the premise of it all. “i’m being nice, even letting you know ahead of time and not just doing what i want.”

you hum, “okay, minji.” she grins, “really?”

“for the small price of a million dollars.” you joke, her face drops.

“a million? really? i mean, it's a bit steep sure-”

“it was a joke, minji.” you tell her, temporarily forgetting who you were dealing with. that’s probably not even a fraction of what she has in her trust fund. “i’m not pimping out my boyfriend nor listening to your empty threats. get a life.”

she huffs and you almost think she’ll throw a tantrum as you walk away from her and cozy up next to jungkook, who is deep in conversation with taehyung about some niche video game. its a true shame he ended up with minji, he seems like a really great guy.

jungkook wraps his arms around you and lets taehyung finish his sentence before looking down at you, “well we should probably get going before she drags me off.” they laugh, “we should totally do this again sometime!”

you close the car door immediately and let your head fall back with a loud, exaggerated, sigh.

jungkook looks at you and chuckles, starting the car, “that bad? really?”

you look to him, “oh, no, we did great, it’s just fucking minji.” you groan and he laughs.

“yeah i may have forgotten how terrible she was.”

“she threatened me to break up with you.”

he stops the car from moving, having just begun backing out and looks at you, “she did what?”

you look at him shocked, “yeah, she said i had two options: break up with you or she’ll ‘take you’” you say with air quotes and a giggle. “i mean, god it's funny but it's just so childish and annoying.”

he looks at you wordlessly before turning his attention back to driving. he remains speechless until you’re on the road, “i’m not sure what she’ll try to do, but rest assured when she realizes she can’t bribe or manipulate me, you, or my dad, she’ll give up.”

you think, “how do you know your dad won’t like the idea of you being with her rather than me?” his father liking you so much is a factor you were riding on for this plan to work, you definitely didn’t need minji meddling to change that.

he shakes his head, “i can’t believe you’d even ask that.”

you frown, “well she comes from a good family, i don’t.”

he shakes his head, “my mom didn’t either. she humbled him, grounded him. he likes the idea that i would fall in love the same way he did.” he looks at you for a moment, “he wants me to have the life he had, before my mom left.” you realize now you’ve never questioned the different last names between him and his father.

“so is it your mother’s last name you have?” he nods calmly. “why not your fathers?”

he looks at you, “it was my decision.” he shakes his head, “it’s not important though.” you watch him start the car, “but that’s why being with you really makes that much of a difference. the more like-him i act, the closer i get.” he grins widely, “and i have to say, i’ve been working on myself a lot lately, and i think i’m doing really well. i think he’s finally happy with me.”

jungkook’s positive attitude is comforting, but you’re still weary of how much of a ‘changed man’ he really is.

it's easy to be someone else for a little while, you thought.

two weeks pass and you and jungkook see each other three more times. you were growing too busy as the week went on to promise him any weekend plans. jungkook said he understood though, and left it at that.

or so, you thought he left it.

you were grabbing a snack for you and your coworker in the break room when a younger, newer girl with rimmed glasses poked her head in, “y/n, right?” you nod and she grins, “uh, there’s someone waiting for you at your station.” her cheeks were flushed and you began to panic thinking what could this possibly be.

the elevator feels infinitely slow to reach your floor and when the door dings you look over to your small assigned desk, to see just about every female, and male, coworker lined up, and the main attraction? jungkook, of course.

you grit your teeth and approach him, “jungkook! whatareyoudoinghere.”

he smiles sweetly at you, “just visiting.” he pulls a small bouquet out from behind his back, “and i come bearing gifts.”

everyone swoons and you are deeply annoyed but don’t dare show it. “oh wow, they’re so cute!” you tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“you guys throwing a party without me?” a louder, familiar voice asks, everyone parts ways for mr.lee, who looks equally as surprised to see jungkook. “oh!” he says, looking between me and him, “so you’ll come to visit your girlfriend but not to visit your old man?” he grins, throwing an arm around jungkook and messing up his hair, “all comes with time, i suppose.” he grins at him, “alright, back to your stations.” he says lightheartedly.

after the small crowd dissipates he looks back to us, “glad to see you here, even if it’s for personal reasons.” mr.lee tells him.

“actually, i came for both. you just found me the same time she did.” he tells him. “i’d actually really enjoy it if you could show me around, now that you’re almost done with renovations and improvements, yeah?” jungkook leads his dad in the opposite direction to tour him, which he does with the utmost glee and jungkook looks back smiling, sending you a wink. as annoying as it was, you suppose you could stomach the embarrassment if it was for this.

after they’re plenty gone, the questions begin to pour in. it all started with the married woman beside you, “are you actually dating mr. lee’s son?”

“how long have you been together?”

“how did you meet?”

“what’s he like?”

“is that how you convinced mr. lee to give you a spot here, even as a student?”

that was the question you were anticipating. was it rude and presumptuous? yes. would you have assumed the same? also yes.

you smile sweetly, answering a few basic questions, “we’ve been together for around two months.” “mr. lee introduced us at the charity event.” “he is sweet and charming, clearly!” “we met after i started my internship here.” “i would appreciate you all respecting my privacy, i’m afraid i’m not very comfortable answering any more questions about my personal life.”

the day ends with you finishing a reasonable amount of work. you wanted to do more, but jungkook’s stunt created a rather large bump in the road.

“you ready to go?”

about an hour and a half past shift, with little to no one left, he asks.

“are you finished?” you ask him, he nods. “okay, let’s go.”

jungkook notices the way you avoid being near him and how you answer his questions with single words. you don’t even argue with him for the aux, so decides to ask. “y/n?” you hum, “are you alright?” you look at him, you hadn’t expected him to pick up on it or care enough to point it out. “did i make you mad again?” he sighs.

you furrow your brows, “not really, no.” you tell him, “honestly, it’s not your fault.”

he frowns, “what's not my fault? you know i’m trying to change right? you can tell me when i screw up. it’ll probably happen a good amount.” he chuckles.

you shake your head, “no, jungkook, you are doing fine. great, even. seems like your dad is starting to notice.”

“are you noticing?”

you look to him but he doesn’t look back, “i guess. it’s good you’re finally getting your life together. i get that this may not have been an easy thing to do, but it's going to take even more effort to maintain it.”

he nods, “i know, so, what is it that's got your panties in a twist, and not in a good way?” he grins, he is still jungkook, i suppose.

you shake your head, “it’s nothing really, don’t worry.”

he scowls, “but you said it was something i did, shouldn’t i know what i did?”

“i shouldn’t be upset. that's the issue. it has less to do with you and more my distaste for people being in my business.”

he nods silently. “so you didn’t like me surprising you.”

you shrug, “from a strategic standpoint that was the smartest thing you’ve done.” you chuckle, “i just hate how people think you owe them information on your lovelife. fake or not.”

you’re just ranting now. this had little to do with jungkook, considering he only did it for his dad to see.

he smiles, “i get where you’re coming from. if i had a real girlfriend, i think i would want to keep her away from the public eye. i know that’s likely impossible, but i also don’t like people feeling entitled to my personal life.” you laugh at the connection he fails to make. you were the type of guy to do that mere months ago. but whatever. “oh, and, my dad really took well to that stunt, so your temporary embarrassment, highly paid off.” he holds up an “ok” sign and grins.

“glad to hear. so things are working well then?”

he nods, “oh yeah, definitely. they’re already asking me when i’m going to start bringing you around.”

“bringing me around where?”

“well, as my dates to events and stuff, dinners my dad hosts, or even just our family dinner. yejun just wants to talk your ear off, she’s already driven my dad crazy asking about you.” this is your first time hearing his dad’s wife’s name, you figured she was likely too tipsy to properly introduce herself when you first met.

“does she ask you?” he nods, “and…? what do you tell her?”

“i tell her if i know the answer, if i don’t i just tell her she’ll have to ask you when she sees you again.”

you sigh, this fake relationship stuff is becoming more emotionally taxing than you bargained for. “just, let me know whenever that time comes. i don’t have any preference. as long as it’s a believable timeline.”

“a believable timeline?”

you nod, “yeah? how long had you been dating your last girlfriend before she met your parents.”

he pauses, pulling onto my street. “i’ve never.”

you look at him. he looks at you. you break first, and his laughter follows. “okay, okay, just, whenever is fine then.”

you know what you told jungkook. he said he wouldn’t see anyone other than you during the duration of your fake relationship, and you comprehended how hard that must have been. and you also understand that you loosely agreed. this was a time when jeon jungkook was as much “romance” as you had in your life. you didn’t see the point in seriously dating in school. not when half the student body moves away and you’re split between two-worlds. it just wasn’t obtainable.

you always told yourself you’d keep an open-mind though. you’d surely make an exception for the right one.

you also didn’t consider that the guy in your study group that you had been eyeing, would actually ask you out on a date.

so there you stood, literature classics in hand, in the library, putting himself so viantly on the line and at your mercy. how the hell are you supposed to respond. you know you should say no, out of respect. but you also know it must have taken him a great deal of courage to do what he’s doing. he’s quiet, introverted, and doesn’t seem to make friends or socialize that well. you assume that’s the reason he’s single, and not for his lack of attractiveness.

because he was definitely easy on the eyes, dressed well, even smelled nice. the man just could not talk to women.

he scratched the back of his neck, “i-i’m so sorry for asking so suddenly, i know we don’t know each other that well, and please don’t feel obligated to say yes-”

“sure!” idiotidiotidiot.

“oh! really?” he visibly relaxes, “are you sure?”

“yeah, a study date sounds great!” he grins charmingly, you feel like melting, already picturing the life you could have, seeing that everyday. get a fucking grip.

“i’ll walk you out and we can talk about it?” he offers, you nod, walking side-by-side on campus.

it’s not terrible, what you’re doing. the only issue with going on a date with him is a) jungkook being upset you lied to him (which you feel you should be ranking low on the list, considering the massive amount of shit he’s put you through, but still, you feel guilty) and b) what are you supposed to tell this guy, if he were to find out.

you don’t have all the answers, but you assume they’ll come with time.

he invites you for a coffee on thursday and you don’t reject his offer. you get to know him a little, his story was bland, to say the least. some people are simply boring people. which makes his invite to a party all the more surprising.

you’re sitting beside him in one of the common rooms when a guy recognizes him, very excitedly giving him a “bro” hug. and asking him if he’ll see him (insert dramatic frat guy voice) at the party tomorrow night.

his eyes show the slightest bit of shock or, maybe nervousness? you weren’t sure why he reacted that way or why he took so long to reply to him. “uh, yeah! i think i’ll make an appearance.”

the other boy laughs, “uh, yeah, duh, you kind of have to.” he looks to me and i give him a grin, “oh shit! you’re on a date, my bad.” we both nod, “see you later!”

he sits back down and apologizes, “sorry, younger guys get so attached to me for some reason.”

“what did he mean by you kinda have to be at that party?”

he looks down, “uh, i’m really not sure.”

you raise your eyebrows, “then you wouldn’t mind if i came then, right?”

he looks at you shocked, “oh, really? you wanna go?” you nod. “oh, well, i guess i can ask for one more invite-”

“it’s an invite-only kind of thing?” he nods tentatively, “who has your invites then?”

you don’t want to come on too strong, but this whole thing wasn’t adding up and you knew it. not that you were suspecting foul play or anything, you really believed this guy to be harmless. you just figured there was something else he wasn’t telling you.

“well, i kind of owed a friend some money that i knew i couldn’t pay back so i gave my tickets to them in exchange.” you hum, unsure if you believe that story or not. you conclude it was plausible enough to believe, and you’re just being distrustful. “i-i can definitely ask for another though,” he grins at you, “i’m pretty sure they’d make an exception for a girl like you, so, consider yourself invited.”

the party was a week away and you declined your new interest, jihun’s, dinner invitation. you realized as much as you enjoyed his company, you really ought to slow down. which you were thankful for in the end, once jungkook called you friday night. “hello..”

“y/n! please tell me you’re free this saturday.”

you hum over the phone, “i could be for a few hours, i guess-”

“perfect! you’ll be attending some fancy banquet dinner with me. i really don’t know what it's for just that-” jungkook drones on about the most trivial details.

“jungkook.”

“.. yeah?”

“just tell me the dress code and when you’re going to pick me up.”

he chuckles and give you the information you needed. “i’m assuming it's fancy cocktail, do you have dresses for this or do we need to go shopping?” he asks, rather arrogantly.

“of course i have cocktail dresses jungkook.”

he hums, “so you won’t mind if i swing by to examine your wardrobe?”

you huff, “whatever helps you sleep at night jungkook.”

he sounds slightly testy when he responds, “sorry, i figured i’d spare you the embarrassment of being looked down on by snobby millionaires and offer to buy you a dress. so sorry! i’ll never do such a thing again-”

“okay i get it! just come around 7.”

“you got it boss.”

and jungkook was at your door at 6:52pm, dressed casually like he rolled out of bed, and you guess from his tired eyes and bed head he probably did. his hair, which you learned was usually styled, straightened, gelled, or a mix of the three was none of the above. he let his naturally outgrown brown curls rest atop his head and you temporarily wonder why in god's name he would ever change it to something else if he looks like that, naturally.

he furrows his brows at you when you take an unnatural amount of time to close the door, too busy admiring him. “did you forget i was coming?” he asks.

you quickly shake your head, “no, no! sorry, you just look different.”

he ticks his head, “different?” you hum, “different how?” you shrug, “different good?”

“oh, yeah.” he stands silent, making you continue your babbling, “i just haven’t seen you with your hair like that, i guess. or if i have, i haven't noticed.”

he runs his hands through his hair, “oh, my bad. i usually do it before i go out but i took a shower before i left.”

your female pheromones begin to work extra hard and you chalk it up to the absolute dry spell that has been since you slept with jungkook almost four months ago. any woman in your position would probably jump him, but you are stronger than that.

you also don’t even really like him as a person.

“the dresses are in the closet, probably on the top but i could be wrong.” you point towards your bedroom and he follows, he gets about two steps past your bed before his head snaps down to the floor.

you quickly notice his lack of attention and follow his eyes to the one and only.

“kitty! knock it off you mongrel.” you bend down to push his head back from attacking anymore ankles and he cries out dramatically.

when you stand again jungkook laughs, “i wondered where he was. no wonder they haven’t found that cat, by the time they do it’s too late.”

you chuckle, “yeah i took him off the streets and he just refused to leave the house so he’s mine now i guess.” jungkook nods and bends down, which you quickly warn him against looking for your cat, (who you’ve tried renaming but only responds to kitty, if he responds at all). “if you stick your head under the bed to look for him he will throw hands.”

jungkook takes your advice and instead tries to lure your cat out by tapping on the ground. he is only rewarded with swatting fists. “did you come just to play with my cat or did you want to dissect my wardrobe?”

he stops teasing the cat and pouts, “i bet your dresses are fine actually, this is much more entertaining.”

you sigh, reaching down to grab his hand and drag him up to his feet. “come on, he could do that all day.”

“will he come out?” jungkook asks, almost like an excited child. as soon as you make the connection you can’t help but ask, “did you have pets growing up?”

he pouts even further, “no.”

you grin, “if he doesn’t come out on his own i’ll see what i can do.” he lights up and you spin him around, “until then, tell me what i should wear.”

you sit back on your bed as jungkook pulls out every ‘maybe’ dress he can find in your closet and puts it on the chair. you’re checking your phone when you hear a quiet, low, “oh.”

you sit up on your bed and look at him, staring into your closet. “jungkook.”

“yeah..”

“did you find everything? what’s the verdict.”

he stares off for a second more, then glances at your dresses. he only pulled three which worries you. “these dresses are okay, but they won’t make an impression.” he says, reaching into your closet again and pulling out something that has your eyes widen and your mouth hanging open. he turns to you with a smirk, “but if you wear this underneath you’d certainly impress me.” you spring to your feet and try to take your lingerie out of his grimy hands and he does everything in his power to stop you from taking it. “stop chasing it! i’ll put it back!”

he does as promised then turns back to you, “oh you’re red, red.” you sigh. he laughs, “come on, what are you embarrassed for? that’s hot.”

you furrow your brows, “yeah, clearly, and not for your eyes!”

he scoffs, “what do you mean, ‘not for my eyes’ need i remind you once upon a time you did sleep with me?”

you sigh, “oh you mean when you used me? yeah remember that very vividly jungkook.”

the sex was great, you would never deny that. you had undeniable chemistry, and had you found him under different circumstances you were sure you’d have a lot of fun, but that wasn’t your reality. instead, he used sex as a means to get to you, as a trap.

he looks at you solemnly, “i’m sorry.” you nod. “i don’t know if i should say this, but i actually only slept with you because i wanted to. that was just a brightside to my terribly, mean plan to sabotage you.”

you look at him confused, “so you just did it because you wanted to?”

he nods, “i had an agenda, clearly, but I didn’t expect you to be as pretty as you were.” he laughs, his hand coming up to massage his neck, “i actually almost forgot and ditched the whole thing after i brought you back to my house.”

“but you didn’t.”

he nods, “but i didn’t.”

you lick your lips, “why?” he stares at you, “why didn’t you stop? and just leave it be?”

he shrugs, “i was, selfish and insecure. i didn’t think i was good enough to make it on my own. thought i had to manipulate my way through everything. your name is on the list of things i sacrificed in order to get here. i just count myself lucky that you were unlucky enough to come across me again.”

you realize you’ve been trying to hold onto this hatred for jungkook since that night, but deep down, for a reason you so badly wish you could explain, you don’t really hate him at all.

“you have no idea how bad i want to believe you jungkook.” you say. you want to say so much more. you want to give him a hug, because he seems like he needs it. you want to tell him he can stay as long as he wants and play with your cat and beat you in as many video games as he pleases but you just can’t. you don’t trust him, but you still pity him.

“you have no idea how much i wish you would.” he responds. your eyes stayed glued to the floor. letting the tension settle before speaking out, “uhm, so, do we need to go dress shopping tomorrow?”

he looks over to the small pile, “is that all you have?” you nod. “yeah, to be safe.”

he turns to show himself out and your cat, forever the instigator, runs out at him. jungkook stops in the doorway, staring at the cat. kitty stares back, wide-eyed. “i think we’re bonding.”

“i think he’s going to bite you.”

you were correct.

you pick up your aggravated feline, who is much calmer in your arms with your back turned to jungkook. “gosh, he’s like a guard dog.”

you cradle him like a baby, “i don’t think he likes men very much.” you turn back around to face jungkook and your cat buries himself in your arms at the sight of him. jungkook watches the cat in fascination and reaches a hand out to you, which your cat swats at him before he touches your skin.

“wow, good job, guard cat!” he stands up straight and you walk him to the door, “lock that thing out of your room when you have a guy over.” you smile at his lighthearted joke, “so, i’ll be here around 12 to take you shopping?”

he shakes his head to make his wavy layered hair fall away from his face. “uh, yeah, sounds good-”

knock knock knock.

you look at the door behind jungkook, he turns his head from the door, to you. “you expecting someone?”

you shake your head, “no. could be sooyung.” you shrug, “but she would’ve texted me.” you check over your notifications but see nothing. you walk to the door and open it, and your skin begins to heat. oh fuck.

“hi! y/n.” you do the quickest thing you can think of to prevent this from getting worse, which is suspiciously closing the door behind you, leaving you and jihun outside your door and jungkook on the other side, disoriented with a cat that wants to fight him.

“jihun! wow, you didn’t say you were coming over-” come to think of it, how did he know which campus apartment was yours?

“oh, don’t worry about it. i just figured if we couldn’t see each other this weekend then i could at least give you these.” he hands you a bouquet. “so maybe you won’t forget about me.” he says with a grin.

your mind is racing, you feel indifferent. you feel weird. “thank you so much.” you give him a hug and he hands you the flowers. “i surely won’t.”

you awkwardly close the door, letting a large breath fall when he’s no longer standing in front of you.

“flowers?”

you look over to jungkook, standing away from the door in the living space, cat toy in hand as he waves it under the couch. “uh, yeah, i guess.”

you awkwardly murmur, walking over to your kitchen to sit them on the counter to deal with later. he doesn’t say anything, continuing to waive the cat toy around before rising to his feet. “you know, if you’re seeing someone you can tell me.” you stare at him cautiously, “i mean, we’re not really dating, i’d just like to know so i’m not blindsided.”

you take a breath, “you’re not upset?”

“what room do i have to be upset?”

you can’t deny the disappointing feeling you felt when he admitted that. “i’m not sure how i feel about him. it’s not serious.”

he hums, “just, keep me updated if something changes.” he walks to the door, “and y/n,” you look to him, your face is easy to read, “you can’t tell him.”

jungkook took you shopping as promised. he followed you around stores and made comments on everything you picked out. it got exhausting to the point where you, once again, asked him to simply pick something out.

this time, he agreed. “god.” he groans, “i thought you’d never ask! stay there.” he told you, instructing you to stay in the dressing room.

jungkook showed up seconds later with four dresses. “here.” you pull back the curtain and take the dresses from his arm.

“wow, they’re the right size and everything.”

he laughs, “i’m not an idiot, i know your size, and your style, which is why i know you may not love these but you’ll look good in everything, so i just picked something my mom and her friends would like, but still too sexy for any of them to wear.”

you acknowledge the thought he put into this as you zip yourself into the first one. it’s an unfavorable shade of burgundy and makes you feel old, but it has a low back and the skirt is short.

you step out of the dressing room and examine yourself in the bigger mirrors. jungkook checks you out from every angle as well. you both look at each other simultaneously making a “meh” face and sound.

“okay, glad we agree!” you try on another that was much better, a gorgeous blue, but simply wasn’t fit for your body type.

the third pick was a surprise. it was a deep, velvet green that hugged you famously and oozed sophistication. you looked and felt like a million bucks, and not in a sleazy way.

you step past the curtain and immediately look to jungkook. perhaps describing the way you felt when he looked at you would be better than describing how he looked at you, but you can’t ignore either. he stared at you speechlessly, mouth open, eyes scanning, and brain completely devoid of any thought besides you and everything he felt and thought about you.

“jesus christ.” is the first words exchanged between the two of you. “you look astonishing.” he had never meant something more in his entire life, he thinks.

“i feel fantastic.” you grin at him, taking a few steps closer to the mirror and checking yourself out. he watches the way you carry yourself in that dress and it's obvious how much you like it.

he appears behind you, “you’re glowing.” he chuckles and you nod excitedly, “it would be a crime not to get this one.”

you run your hands down your dress and turn around to face him, “feel it too!” you take his hand and direct him from your waist to your hips. jungkook thinks the most unholy things in the back of his mind but chooses to focus on how happy you are and how perfect the dress is for the occasion. “yeah,” he breathes, “it’s soft.”

you catch the way he looks at you and gulp, “well, sadly, i’ll go take it off.” he chuckles and sits back down.

as you’re walking out of the dressing room jungkook points to the doors of the shop, “can you go look if there's a sushi place anywhere on this street?”

you do as asked, and by the time you’re stepping back in to tell him the bad news he’s grinning. “there isn’t-”

“i know.” he smiles, slinging an arm around your shoulder and holding your dress in the other arm.

“then why-”

“do you want lunch while we’re out? you can pick, i’ll eat anything.”

jungkook treats you to lunch as well, and you picked a common, inexpensive place that was easy for the both of you. not that you needed to be concerned with how much money he was spending, but you couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty.

you conclude that is the exact reason he sent you on a wild goose chase, so you wouldn’t know how much he paid for the dress. your suspicions were further confirmed when you get home and see the tag gone. you sigh and hang it up for the time being.

damn jeon jungkook.

you toy with your fingers as jungkook parks the car. “stay there.” he tells you. you watch him circle the car and hand his keys off to someone before opening your door and extending a hand and a sickening smile.

you chuckle, impressed, “my prince.”

he finds it amusing, taking your arm in his as he leads you into an expensive hotel that looks nothing like the hotels you’ve ever been to. he leans in so only you can hear, “you’re gonna get prince jungkook all night,” he says, looking at you with a wink, “try not to fall in love with me.”

you stick your tongue out, pretending to be disgusted by the declaration, when he really had no idea that you had been fighting yourself since you met him.

but you are nothing if not stubborn.

“jungkook is here!” yejun shouts excitedly, spotting her step-son as soon as he enters the room, a drink in her hand and clearly not her first one.

jungkook smiles sweetly and hugs her, she then looks at you, eyes wide with loud, exaggerated gasp as she looks you up and down. “you brought y/n! oh this is fantastic, a cause for a celebration!” she states. a younger man appears behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders, “perhaps take it easy on the drinking, mom. dinner hasn’t even started.” she blows him off and he extends a hand to you, “so you’re jungkook’s girlfriend?”

you nod and smile pleasingly, “yes, lucky me! i’m y/f/n.”

he chuckles, “lucky you, indeed.” he says sarcastically. ha. you already like this one. “i’m his brother, seojoon.”

you nod and continue to talk to his brother but jungkook pulls you away rather quickly, “i’m thirsty, come with me to check out the bar?”

you stare at the back of his head as he leads you towards the bar. “why did you interrupt? i was getting along-”

“we have better people to converse with than my brother.” he speaks curtly.

you take the hint and decide not to poke the bear and instead take a seat at the bar beside him. “so, any gameplan? or, just mingle.”

“just, be how you normally are.”

you frown, “well, thats lame.”

he chuckles and shakes his head, “you don’t need to change to make it in this society.”

he must be feeling the weight of his future riding on him at all times. you always wondered how kids like him dealt with that feeling. clearly, he doesn’t deal well.

you slide a hand overtop of his and look at him. he stares at you surprised, wide, dark, doe eyes. “you’re being a little hard on yourself.” you can tell by the way he looks at you that he doesn’t believe you. “really jungkook, even coming from me!” you gesture, hoping he would better understand the severity of your words but it only seemed to make it worse.

you sigh, “you’ve improved so much jungkook. in such little time. people like you, you’re charming, you’re charismatic, you’re extremely talented, you’re aware of the opportunities in front of you, and for the first time, you’re facing them. people notice you, jungkook. people love you.” he stares at you intently, hanging onto every word. you grin, “both of us, are going to make it big.”

you knew he was receptive to your little encouragement speech. you told yourself it was one of your duties as a fake girlfriend, because the last thing you needed was for him to start losing faith and motivation. he didn’t have to tell you or show you how appreciative he was, but he felt the need to. barside, with your legs crossed and one hand on his and the other in your lap, he reached across and grabbed your chin, and kissed you.

the shock on both of your faces was a dead give away, but neither of you cared, for the first time, it wasn’t about your stupid plan. that kiss was entirely different. it was optional. it served no purpose, unless you were aiming on swooning the bar staff over as well, but he did it anyway.

jungkook settles back in his seat and takes a large sip of his drink. he doesn’t say anything, and your eyes bore into him, aching for him to say anything. his hair was natural today, wavy and breath-takingly handsome. you begin to recall when you told him he looked good like that.

“your dad is coming.” you whisper to him.

“ah, i was wondering where my son was.” he surprises jungkook with a hug. “y/n! fantastic to see you again.”

“you as well mr.lee, thank you for inviting me.”

“pft.” he waives, “i should be thanking you, too.”

you laugh despite your bewilderment, “for what?”

he grins, “for the work you do of course.” he pats jungkook on the back, “and for slapping some sense into my son.” he turns to you, “i don’t know how you did it, but i thank you.”

the way he stands in front of you, thanking you for something you didn’t do, sat wrong with you. “mr. lee,” you start, jungkook stares hard at you, “jungkook did it all on his own. you should be exceptionally proud of him, he’s worked hard for the both of us.” you had no clue how true your words were.

mr. lee nods with a hearty chuckle and looks down at him, “i can tell, if i ever had doubts, they’re gone now.”

jungkook looks like he could shoot off into space right now and float happily and die a hero. you smile for him and the bartender hands his father his drink, “congratulations, jungkook.” he raises his glass to his son and takes a sip.

from then until dinner, jungkook talked your ear off. he was blissed out. when dinner came, he began to eat so quickly you knocked your knee into his to get his attention, “slow down.”

he nodded and resumed eating, at a much, much, slower, snail pace. you shake your head, “real comedian you are.” he laughs and eats his food, at a normal pace.

the dinner banquet left plenty of time for people to grab seconds and finish their food. tables were set up for families to be with families and guests to be with guests, etc.

mr. lee finished his meal about three minutes ago and has been staring at the table wordlessly. you don’t think much of it really, until he speaks, “i have something i’d like to tell you all.”

it was as if that was the beginning of a game of deadfish, everyone had stilled with their eyes on him. he clears his throat, “in the next two years, i will be retiring.”

i scan their faces. mr. lee looks, oddly calm. his wife looks shocked. seojoon looks perplexed. “and starting as soon as he graduates, assuming he is prepared and willing, jungkook, will take my spot.”

you stare out the car window and watch as the lights blur as they go by. that night could not have gone better if you had written it yourself. jungkook was ecstatic at first. after meals were served he dragged you to the dance floor and spun you around. you both learned you were fantastic dancers. they opened a bottle of champagne, you met tons of successful people and made connections and friendships alike. it was remarkable.

and still, jungkook looked indifferent.

“i would think you would be jumping off the walls right now.” you smile at him as you wait for the car.

he looks at you with a warm grin, “i’m happy.” he turns his head to stare off into the city. the night is young and alive on a friday night. college students just now heading out and workers calling it a day. then there was you and him, dressed to the nines, easily the best looking couple in any room (which you would argue, he carries) and still, he stood out. “it feels weird. this is what i wanted all along. this is what i fought for, what we worked at for months,” he ticks his head to the side, “but it still feels, off.”

jungkook sighs, feeling something he’s never felt before: discontentment. he helps you into the car and grabs the keys from the valet before sliding into the driver's seat. “maybe it hasn’t hit yet. this is only the beginning, after all.”

he nods, “i hope so.”

the week passed quickly with little word from jungkook. you grew worried as the days went on with no texts or calls, but he wasn’t really your boyfriend after all, so what room did you have to worry?

when the weekend rolled around with no date plans from him, you accepted the party invitation jihun grabbed for you. he grinned charmingly as he passed the paper to you, telling you, “all i had to do was show them a picture of you and they agreed” with a sickeningly shy smile. you shook your head, not believing him but appreciating the comment nonetheless.

this was apparently ‘the party’ of the year. hence the invitations, and you figured it came with a budget, seeing as the house was off-campus, huge, and had every kind of liquor you could have imagined available. “wow, i’ve never seen something like this before.”

you murmur to sooyung who's making herself a drink despite pregaming at your place beforehand. she nods, “oh yeah, i was invited last year and it was phenomenal. sigma hosts, but we don’t actually know how they get the funds for it.”

you laugh, “rich people.” she grins and raises her drink to you, “rich people indeed, and i will drink all of their free liquor!”

you laugh at her and grab a seltzer for yourself, leaning against the expensive countertops and staring out into the party. your slightly disappointed when you don’t spot anyone you know, including jihun. sooyung matches your stance and mocks you, “don’t see the boy toy?”

you shake your head, “not a boy toy, and no, i don’t see him.”

she hums then chuckles, “oh, screw jihun, your other lover is here.”

you furrow your brows, “sooyung what are you-”

lo and behold, jeon jungkook was here too.

of course! where there is a party, there is a jungkook. it really shouldn’t surprise you at all to see him, he is a college student afterall, and you were here too. with a date, at that. you knew jungkook though, you thought he’d changed. his face was tinted pink and he was laughing with a large group surrounding a couch, and despite not being much of a talker, all eyes were on him. not just eyes either, a pretty brunette with a push up bra was beside him with her hand on his thigh, just ogling him as if she had zero shame in the world. as you continue to stare you notice just how annoying the group was. they were betting, doing dares, and drinking all too much. “still a partier i guess.” sooyung shrugs. you can’t take your eyes away from it, you almost feel sick. you partially blame the alcohol, but you want to rip his head off for the way he was acting. is this what he’s been doing this entire time? did you give his dad your word that he was a better man just for him to play both of you? did you seriously let him use you again?

rage boiled in you on a slow simmer. you were an angry person. you knew you should be above it, but frankly, revenge is too sweet to ever pass up on.

you smiled in relief when jihun found you, covering your eyes from behind you, “guess who?”

you laugh and grab his hands as you turn around, “i can smell your cologne when you’re this close to me.”

you burst his bubble and he responds with a fake pout, “no fun.” you grin up at him, his hair dyed blonde and outgrown, and his outfit tonight makes him painfully attractive, dark wash jeans that hug his thighs and a loose button up that wasn’t so buttoned up. “how long have you been here?” he asks over the music.

“sooyung and i just got here.”

he nods and leans against the counter beside you, watching the partygoers and adjusting to the environment. sooyung was quick to find a friend to join, but parties were never your favorite. you liked bars, you liked to drink and dance and have fun, but parties always had a way of making you feel off. you think jihun picked up on this.

“you should drink more. everyone's anxieties wash away with the right amount of alcohol.” he laughs, clearly using that tactic himself. you can tell by the way he’s talking to you and carrying himself he’s already feeling the effects.

“yes but getting too drunk is disastrous.”

he leans his head closer to yours, “i’ll make sure you don’t make a fool of yourself.” jihun smiles sweetly at you and you can’t help but grin.

“it’s not that i think i’ll embarrass myself,” you start before biting your tongue.

“what?” he grins, lifting himself away from the counter and standing in front of you.

you lock eyes with him and decide to just be honest, “i don’t think i’d be able to control myself around you.”

you were sure he’d take it sexually, but what you really meant was you were trying to go slow so it wouldn’t cause a rift in your plan. but after seeing jungkook, you didn’t give fuck-all about the plan. sex couldn’t hurt either, you suppose. his brows raise and a grin grows on his face, “when did i give you the impression that i wanted you to hold back?” he glances around the room, staring off into the living room before staring back to you, “have i told you how gorgeous you look tonight?” he’s so close your noses are touching and you know he’s waiting for you to go in first, but you enjoy the game so you simply stare at his lips, “i think every guy in here is jealous of me.”

you chuckle and let your arms wrap lazily around his neck, “how does that make you feel?”

he bites at his lip, “like i want to shove it in their face a little more.” and with that you make him kiss you first. he’s gentle, much like you thought he’d be, and he pulls away for a moment, you figure catching his breath, before he kisses you again, harder, effectively pressing your back against the counter and gripping your hip tightly.

your mind swirled and your body practically lit up like a match, since the last time you touched a real man was months ago and jungkook was a disappointment, you figured you deserved this.

he lifted you onto the countertop and you licked at his lips as you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you. just when things were getting good he pulls away from you completely. you’re slow to react, and by the time you open your eyes you barely have time to grasp onto the situation at all before it’s enfolding in front of you like a spontaneous trainwreck.

you watched jihun being pulled by the shoulder, pushed away from you, and throwing his hands up with a smirk. “sorry, is she your girlfriend?” he asks him. you follow the chiseled arm up to recognize jungkook, and promptly hop off of the counter.

you were content with taking your frustrations out on jihun (in a way both of you would surely enjoy) and deal with jungkook later, but now he’s getting involved in your personal life.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” jungkook shouts in his face, you try to rationalize his anger with drinking and even possibly drugs, but you really don’t understand what he’s doing.

“what the fuck are you doing jungkook?” you step between him and jihun, a few guys you recognize from earlier pull jihun back and jungkook locks eyes with you instead. his eyes soften, but you can tell he is equally as enraged as you are with him. you find the simple notion that he’s upset at all, even more infuriating. you hadn’t done anything wrong.

“y/n, are you serious?” he asks you in disbelief, you widen your eyes as if challenging him and he scoffs, “you’re so fucking stupid.” he grabs you and pulls you away from the party and upstairs, trying to find somewhere private enough and you’re anger is growing by the second and you pull away from him and turn to go back downstairs. “where are you going.” he stops you.

“back to the party! you’ve lost your mind jungkook-”

“i haven’t lost my mind!” he stares at you determined, bending down to your level, “i have finally fucking found it.”

you chuckle, “you found it? what, at a party? several beers in? you’re drunk, jungkook.”

he groans in annoyance, “i am not drunk-”

“your face is red.”

“i have drank i am not drunk.” you shrug and begin to walk away and he grabs onto you again. your eyes bore into his as you dig your nails into his hand.

“leave me alone jungkook.”

you hear him grumble before he appears in front of you, grabbing onto your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. “jeon jungkook!” he finds an empty room and carries you into it before releasing you onto the bed, treating you with a hint of caution like a feral cat.

you truly wish looks could kill, you were at your wits end with jungkook and not only do you think you hate him and can’t wait to be rid of him, he went out of his way to ruin your relationship, effectively cock-block you, and now he’s trapped you in a room alone with him.

“you look like you want to kill me.” jungkook took a step back from you and closer to the door.

“you’ve given me many reasons to want to claw your eyes out, but today is really starting to top the list of reasons why jungkook is an asshole.”

he takes a breath and nods, “i don’t doubt thats an extensive list but y/n,” he chuckles and motions towards the door, “what the fuck are you doing with jihun?!”

you furrow your brows, “i’ve been seeing him for a month now, why are you getting involved? matter of fact, why are you acting like my boyfriend at all? you know it’s not real, right?” he opens his mouth and steps closer but you’re faster to stand up and get in his face, “i’ve not only forgiven you but looked past all the shit you’ve done to me because it served a bigger purpose, something we both could benefit from but this!” you motion around the both of you, “this is just you screwing me over because you can.”

“that’s not-”

“not only did you get between me and a guy, which you have no reason to be upset about, you lied to me, lied to your dad, your entire family actually, you’ve manipulated everyone around you to fit your needs and i am tired of it jungkook!” you blame the alcohol and the drama of it all on why your eyes begin to tear up and he looks at you like you’ve ripped his heart out, and you’re glad. “i’m going back to the party, and jungkook,” he lets you pass him, “consider this our breakup.” you glance at him as you pass and he grimaces.

you’re turning the door handle when he warns you, “he’s just using you.”

it stops you, but only so you can laugh, “and you’re any different?”

you’re fuming when you leave the room. taking the last few steps on the stairs you hear jihun’s voice coming from the other side of the wall and you walk towards it, “i told you, they went upstairs. i can’t just follow them in there.”

when you turn the corner you see the last person you were expecting to see, and the only one who could possibly make this any worse. “minji?”

both heads turn to you in horror, as if you caught them in the act. though you’re sure minji isn’t the type of girl to care. “y/n! a-are you alright?” jihun walks towards you and puts his hands on your shoulders but you shove him away and look at minji.

“i should have figured you were involved.”

she grins and crosses her arms over her chest, “you cheated on your boyfriend all on your own, don’t be mad at me for exposing you to jungkook.” your face turns as you put the pieces together. you face jihun who looks frightened, “were you just using me then?”

he shakes his head, “n-no not entirely, i mean, minji put me up to it but i really do like-”

“stop talking.”

minji crosses in front of you and leers, “i thought you were a smart girl y/n,” she steps towards you, “but this has to be the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” she walks past you, “thanks for making this easy!”

the thin ice your sanity and patience sat upon had finally broken. you chase minji up the stairs, no doubt making her way to jungkook and knock past her and towards the room you left him in. “what do you think you’re doing? leave the poor boy alone y/n.” she shouts after you, “matter of fact, leave him to me!” you open the door to see jungkook sitting on the bed, facing the door. he’s much more calm than before, and he stares at you almost apologetically. you turn to see minji heading towards the door and give her the finger before locking it.

you stand staring at the door, thoughts racing as you struggle with the information overload. jungkook was your #1 enemy hardly a minute ago, and now you’ve willingly locked yourself in a room with him.

“y/n.” he calls out to you. you don’t face him and merely hum. you hear him rise off the bed and listen to his footsteps come closer. you turn to face him and as if he read your mind, you say it at the same time with urgency.

“i’m sorry.”

he scowls, “what do you have to be sorry for?”

you shake your head, “you tried to warn me, i-i should’ve listened to you but instead i ran away from you and said terrible things-”

“i deserved it entirely.”

you chuckle, “not really, but still,” you look him in the eyes with the most sincerity you can offer, “i shouldn’t have been so angry and stubborn.”

he shakes his head and grabs your hand, “i’ve given you every reason to hate me and to not trust me, i keep fucking this up y/n.”

“no, i’ve effectively screwed up the plan. minji thinks i cheated on you, she’ll blab as soon as she gets the chance and your family will hate me.”

he furrows his brows, “i’m not talking about the plan y/n, i don’t care about that or what minji says.”

you’re taken aback by his selfishness, “you may have gotten what you wanted but i didn’t! your family could blacklist me for life jungkook-”

he grabs you by the shoulders, “can you please focus on what i’m saying y/n.”

“you’re not getting it jungkook i-i am totally fucked-” you continue to babble on about how horrible this situation is and how ignorant and mean he is for not caring about it, until he’s simply had enough of your ranting and kisses you.

it’s short, and not great, but effective in his goal. he pulls away and looks at you with widened eyes, “you’re not hearing me y/n.”

you stare off past him, “no i think i heard that loud and clear.”

“i didn’t know jihun and minji were together.” your face contorts in confusion, “i-i mean, not for certain.” he stands up straight and removes his hands from your body, “i saw them together before i knew you were here, and then i saw him kissing you a-and i couldn’t stop myself, i felt disgusted.”

“you felt disgusted, watching me kiss someone?”

he sighs, “please stop playing stupid.”

you shake your head, “no, if you have something to tell me then say it.” he stands in the room and doesn’t utter another word. you scoff, “yeah, i figured.”

you stand in silence for a moment more. you don’t want to stay, but leaving causes just as many issues. you decide you’ve had enough embarrassment for a night and decide to leave when he begs you to stay. you simply look up at him, waiting for him to say something more, and what he says leaves you reeling, “do you hate me?”

this question takes you through a range of emotions: confusion, annoyance, resentment, then overwhelm. why would he ask me such a stupid question? have i not told him countless times how much i dislike him and everything he does? “have i not made it abundantly clear that you annoy the piss out of me?”

“i didn’t ask if i annoyed you, i asked if you hated me.”

he’s found a way around your walls and you were finally beginning to notice. “what’s the difference?”

“if you hated me the way you say you do, then it's hopeless. but I don't think you hate me at all.”

you scoff, “i should.”

he nods quickly, “yes, you should.”

you stare down at your feet, letting the words fall so hesitantly from your lips, “but i don’t.”

he grins, “see?” jungkook places his hands on your shoulder once again in an attempt to grab your attention, “i think you feel the same way i do.”

he’s effective in grabbing your attention, but you look at him in horror, “i think you’re insane.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

he says it with such confidence and tenacity you think it would have physically sent you stumbling backwards had it not been for his grip on you, like if he didn’t hold on, you would simply disappear. “y/n.”

your mind races and you stare at the floor beneath you. did he really just say that?

“what?” is all you can muster to say, and it barely makes its way past your lips.

“i don’t want to be your fake boyfriend anymore.” he bends to be at your level until you look him in the eyes. “please don’t make me keep going.”

his cheeks are flushed and you can tell he means it. “you, want this to be serious?” he nods determinedly, “how do i know you’re not playing some mean trick?”

he looks disoriented and offended by your question, but his tone is understanding, “what do i possibly have to gain from telling you that?” isn’t what he wanted to say. he knows you well enough to know that’s what you needed to hear, though. he wanted to list every reason he’s infatuated with you, every moment in the past he held his tongue, every thought and kind word that would have been inappropriate to tell you before this moment.

“i’m not sure.”

he softly chuckles, “i have nothing to gain, you said it yourself.” you feel him gently grabbing your fingers, “actually, i have everything to gain, but not in the way you’re asking.”

you shake your head, “you can’t be with me, i-its too complicated.”

“nothing about this needs to be-”

“you really would be better off with someone like minji, a-and you’d be the idiot that stayed with a nobody who cheated on him, and your father-”

“y/n.” you stare at him when he calls your name, eyes still wide with shock, but he matches your gaze with amusement and a certain softness. “i don’t care about any of that right now.” you don’t comprehend what he’s telling you, how can he not? he can’t afford to gamble with his future right now, not when he was just handed everything he’s ever wanted. “d-do you feel the same? about me?” you’re baffled, seriously? your feelings being reciprocated are his utmost concern right now? “y-you don’t have to confess anything, just that you want to try again, with me. but seriously, this time.”

your body relaxes, “like, actual dates?”

he chuckles, “absolutely.” he straightens himself, still holding onto your fingertips, “the whole romance thing, i want it with you.”

you disagree, “you don’t know anything about romance. you’ve never so much as talked about a future with a lover in the picture.”

“because i’ve never been in love before.” he says so nonchalantly.

you breath, “and you think you’re in love now?”

he bites his bottom lip before giving a mischievous grin, “maybe.” he sits on the bed and pulls me with him, scooching over so we’re shoulder to shoulder. “have you been in love before?”

you reflect for a moment before grinning wittily, “maybe.”

he laughs, not replying immediately. instead he covers your hand resting on your thighs, “let's try together then.”

you stare at him, you think in this moment, for the first time, you’re really seeing him. you’re not met with a mask, a joke, or your deceitful hatred (that was never really hatred, you realize). you’re staring into his big brown eyes, and he’s letting you. he’s listening to you, hanging onto every last word. he’s being vulnerable for you. “but what about-”

he shakes his head, stopping you as soon as you start, like he could see right through you. “don’t think about all the reasons for or against us right now. answer with what you feel.” a hard ask, considering you’ve spent your entire life conditioning yourself to be this way. “tell me you want me too, y/n.” you feel the warmth of his words on your skin. you can’t stand the idea of pulling away from him right now, so you tug him closer, grabbing him by the collar until you feel his lips on yours again.

your mind eases immediately, like far away rain in a warm house. he is warm, easy, yearnful. like you could have this all the time, and it still wouldn’t be enough. you wonder how long you’ve known this, how long it's taken you to notice, or if you realize it now, with your lips on his and he’s being oh so gentle, that you think you’re in love with him too.

he took you home with him that night. his reason being that you had a lot to talk about in the morning, but his real reason was simply that he wanted you beside him.

you woke up to the sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen and the sheets beside you cold. annoyed was your first emotion, and your pout as you saunter out of his bedroom says it all. you pull a chair out for yourself and balance your head on your hands as you watch him.

he grins as he watches you, “good morning, cranky.” he watches amusingly as your pout furthers. “not a morning person?”

your brows are furrowed, “not when i wake up alone, no.”

he hums and fights the largest grin he thinks he’s ever mustered, “ah, my sincerest apologies.” he’s making a plate before serving it to you, “are pancakes enough for you to forgive me?”

you huff, cutting a piece and biting it off your fork, “no.”

“no?”

you shake your head, “nope.”

he leans against the table with a smirk, “what will make it enough?”

you stare at him, further annoyed by how ovary-aching he looks even in the morning. his hair is still messy, with loosely fitting grey sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt.

“coming back to bed with me after you eat might do it.”

he saunters over to you and tucks a stray behind your ear, “that was already a part of the plan.” you think he’ll try to kiss your syrup tainted lips, but he goes back over to the stove to make

himself a plate before sitting and eating with you. it’s sickeningly domestic, the two of you like this. so sweet you think you’ll have to bump up your dentist appointment.

but you don’t hate it. you’ll learn you hate a lot less than you love while you’re with jungkook. he’s not a perfect boyfriend, and you’re not a perfect girlfriend. it’s hard, explaining it to your friends, coming up with stories for his family, and running collateral with minji.

you thought it would be harder to be with jungkook. you found it hard to trust in him after meeting the man he was before. a pleasant surprise to you, that loving jungkook was so incredibly easy.

“i’m guessing you won’t want that transfer after all.” he whispers, having surprised you yet again by showing up to your work (though this time, much more sneakily and nonchalant).

you look at him confused, making three cups of coffee to take to his father’s office. one was for him, which he cheekily asked you to do since ‘you’re already going down there’ before proceeding to follow you like a puppy all the way there anyway. “transferring?” you laugh, “when did i say anything about that?”

he grins, resting his chin on your shoulder and his hands draped lazily around your waist as you both wait, listening to the machine buzz. “when we were fake dating, you said you’d have me recommend or transfer you.”

you hum, wrapping your arms around his, “definitely not.” you turn in his embrace, “you need someone here to keep you on your toes.”

he shakes his head, “you do the opposite.” you furrow your brows and he laughs, pressing your heads together, “feel like i'm floating sometimes. like it's not even real.”

you hum, running a finger along his jawline, “this is one hell of a dream, if it's not real.”

he nods, “call me sleeping beauty, and don't wake me up.”

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a happy ending :) gosh i loved writing this. new jjk mini series coming soon 😎 wishing u all a phenomena january - ara <3

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hi i missed u ☺️

omg kisses i missed u all so much <33

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lemonyko0 · 1 year

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oh so it is jungkook calling her at the end? ngl he was really mean but i kinda understand him? idkkkk. can't wait for the epilogue tho, thank u sm for ue hard work bb <33

yes it is jk calling at the end ;) thank you so much for reading it!!! 🤍🤍

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Mr. Jeon: Truth

you finally get the answers you were looking for, without knowing you had them all along.

» genre: angst

» wc: 2k

Part 6 | Masterpost

i twirl his curls around my finger as he rustles in his sleep. if you could judge a person based on how they sleep, you would severely misjudge jungkook.

he’s a soft sleeper. he likes to grab and nuzzle and whines when you’re too far. it's all unconscious, of course. but i’d like to believe that's how he really is, and one day i’ll get to see it.

his eyelids flutter open and he barely notices me as he hums. “good morning.”

i softly smile at him, “good morning. breakfast?” he groans and turns away from me, but i lean over him, “i’ll make you something if you tell me what you want.”

he doesn't reply and i figure he fell back asleep. no matter, i rise to my feet and take it upon myself to explore the kitchen.

as expected, most of its healthy stuff and easy meals, but i manage to find a pack of bacon and just enough pancake mix for the both of us.

i’m putting the finishing touches on the pancakes when he walks out of his bedroom, looking unpleasant and cranky, but i figured he wasn't much of a morning person.

“what are you doing?”

i look around me before staring back at him, “making breakfast?”

his brows furrowed, “why?”

“because i was hungry and-”

“you figured you'd just help yourself to whatever i had here?”

i blink at him, aware of the egg shells i was treading on now and i racked my brain for any way out of this or what i had possibly done wrong, “i-i was trying to be nice-”

“it's not.” he speaks curtly. shoving his hands in his pockets and sighing as he rolls his eyes, “i need to get some work done.” i look down at the food then back at him, impatiently waiting for me to do something, anything, but i’m clueless. “y/n, leave.”

i was hurt. the type of hurt that makes your head heavy and tears run dry. the type of hurt that makes your body ache and leaves you drained in every sense of the word. i had never felt this way before.

what i thought was a weekend with no texts or calls turned into a week, then a month, then two. this was when i began to truly be physically ill. i could hardly be in the same room as him, it drove me insane.

i was trapped. he wouldn't talk to me, he simply stopped and shut me out with no explanation, and it wasn't fair.

i tried staying late and sneaking into his room, but he never stayed. it wasn't until teacher meetings came along that i finally had him alone.

i walked into the room alone, and i knew he had anticipated this as soon as he saw my name on the papers. and finally, after months of silence, he spoke to me.

“i’m assuming your parents aren't coming to discuss your lack of progress in my class this semester.”

i stare at him speechlessly, does he find this amusing? is this fun for him? was he getting off on me being miserable? “i wonder why that is.”

i sit in the chair across from his desk with my arms crossed across my chest. he stares back at me, completely stoic. the room was silent. so quiet you could hear the conversations of the parents next door if you really tried, quiet. he cracks a smirk, “so are we just going to sit here until you're done brooding?”

“why are you ignoring me.” i growl. i've never considered myself an angry person, but jungkook always had a way of bringing out parts of me i never knew existed. he doesn't move nor speak. “why are you doing this to me?” nothing, still. “do you think it's amusing? do you think you can just do whatever you want-”

“you told me i could.”

i pause and almost scoff, “this isn't fair.”

he ticks his head amusingly, “what, it's not fair because you're not enjoying it anymore?” he laughs, “you really don't know what's good for you y/n.”

jungkook lifts himself off of his seat and i prepare to argue every point he has, even if it's void and just meaningless words spewing from my mouth. “you're scared.”

he looks at me offended, as if i was stupid for saying such a thing. “we had something good. you let me in, you got scared, you left me.”

he scoffs and shakes his head, “no, i did you a favor.”

“i have never felt worse in my entire life?! how are you possibly doing me a favor.”

“you truly think you're better off with me?”

“yes! of course!”

he stills, exhaling deeply before sinking back into his chair. “then take this as your final lesson from me,” he leans closer and i feel the tears brimming in my eyes, “you are not better off with me.”

i can't comprehend his words. i won't, even if i could. i refuse them. “i-i’ve done everything you've asked.” my eyes dart between the desk and the floor, “what more can i do? w-what did i do wrong?”

he sighs and i know he’s deeply annoyed.

“you're so childish.” he seethes, “y/n, there is nothing real here.” he leans closer, making sure i hear him as precisely as he's speaking, making his intentions clear beyond a shadow of a doubt, “i was using you. you were using me. this is not love, this is not healthy, this is not commitment or romantic. this was two people with something to gain, and i'm calling it off.”

a single tear rolls down my pink cheeks and i can't be bothered to pretend like it didn't. his words are muddled in my brain, had i been wrong the whole time? how much of this had been in my head? had i really constructed this entire thing myself? it's not like he lied to me, right? he never claimed to love me, or wanting to be with me, he was only ever mean and occasionally, nice. i was the one that filled in the blanks on my own account. i was the one that thought they were reading between the lines, when there was nothing to be read. these pages were blank all along, and if i flip it over once more, i'll reach the cover. “so, it's over.”

it’s so quiet, i don't think he even hears. i tug my lip between my teeth and i'm tired. as if i'd ran a marathon, built a house, took an exam, i shoveled myself into a hole of my own ignorance, my own illness, my problems and mine alone. they were never his, he was never going to be my savior like i thought he was, and he never pretended to be.

“y/n,” he says, ive been quiet for so long.

“yeah?” i meet his eyes and they're soft, almost concerned, and slightly apologetic. this confuses me more than anything, why can i read him now? do i finally understand?

“are you alright.” i allow my furrowed brows to relax.

“yeah, i think i am.” he's confused, i can tell by the way his cocky attitude has dissipated and he's left on edge with my new behavior.

i still don't know what he's thinking behind those big brown eyes of his, and i'm

all too exhausted to care. with a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, i grab my bag and rise to my feet. he doesn't speak nor try to stop me in any way as my feet guide me to the other side of the desk where he sits, he doesn't stop me when i put my fingers underneath his chin or when my lips touch his skin. and he doesn't call out to me when i walk away and towards the door.

“i don't blame you, jungkook.” i feel compelled to tell him. “it's what i asked you to do, after all,” i turn to look at him, my hand still on the door handle, “isn't it?”

he nods solemnly, as if he was watching something in front of him and it wasn't reality. “it is.”

i nod, “i was wrong.”

the door closes behind me, and the first step away is heavier than the last, but i make it home nonetheless.

i don't hear his reply from behind the mahogany door, unsure if it would make a difference. “it's not your fault.”

time passes, life goes through phases, and jungkook eventually becomes nothing but a memory i reflect on occasionally. i wonder if what i experienced with him was a precursor, or a glimpse at what was to come in the future. chasing men who give me attention because i know no better. falling into the same habits repetitively, questioning if i knew what was happening at all, all along, or if i've simply been and always will be this naive.

he was the mirror, he was my beginning. on my worse days, he's the one i blame. on my best days, i'm sorry for him.

jungkook was imperfection at its finest. a deeply flawed individual, who looked and seemed completely content and achingly gorgeous. even i wouldn't have known the depths of his personality had he never opened up to me. i find myself wondering what he's doing from time to time, and like all humans, i spare a few minutes at night to search his name, but it's almost always the same.

i figured someone like him doesn't need much of a social media presence, when his presence alone speaks for itself.

i never considered jungkook would be as curious and apologetic as i was, and maybe even more so. enough to be the first to reach out.

i combed my fingers through my wet hair as i sat in front of my dresser when my phone vibrates on the table, muting my tunes and bringing me out of my post-shower trance.

the number is unknown though, so i send it to voicemail.

“is soojun still calling you?” my roommate jokingly says, dramatically falling onto my bed and not her own.

“no, unknown num-” my phone buzzes again with the same number. my brows furrow, “same number again, but it's not in my saved contacts.”

she rises from the bed and takes my spare charger, “this is what i came for, and don't forget, send me your dissertation!”

i laugh and nod at her constant pestering, “yes, yes, soon!”

the call disappears from my screen as yumi leaves my room and i shrug. it rings a third and final time, and i pick it up.

“hello?”

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haha ;) this is the end! with perhaps an epilogue of their later life (more a continuation of this last part) if enough of you express interest in one. i'm gonna go back through and edit the titles of each part n do maintenance n stuff so it may look a little different!

thank you so much for reading and interacting with this series!! a new jk series is coming soon (also nsfw, ik what the people want) so follow and/or request a taglist if you like my work and wanna stay updated on it :D and check out my masterlist in the meantime i have tons and tons of oneshots. as always, wishing you all a positively gorgeous day and happy new year!! <3 - ara

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Hey,there. Hope you’re feeling well. I just wanted to know that when are you posting the 6th part of mr.jeon? And how many parts are there going to be in the series?

part 6 will be done this month and it is the last of the series (hence why it's taken forever and a half) so look forward to it and request a taglist if you want to be notified when it comes out!!

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Underneath the Mistletoe - jjk

best friends to lovers <3 but it's christmas themed :)

» genre: fluff (a litttttllleeee angst, they're idiots)

» word count: 1.7k

Underneath the Mistletoe - jjk

December 14th; 5:32pm

being an only child sucked, you concluded. it surely had its perks, but one of them was definitely not your parents vacationing during december and leaving you to decorate the house on your own. you couldn't simply leave it undecorated so close to christmas, that would be a crime.

so you huff as you fall onto the couch dramatically, and dial up the only person you know to help, and the only one who can reach the top of the tree.

your long-time and achingly annoying best friend, jeon jungkook, is at your door in next to no time. so fast, you'd almost theorize he was in fact waiting for you to call.

“i'm surprised you asked me at all, did i tease you too much last year? i thought the tree looked amazing without any decorations at the top.” he laughed heavily at the memory of a barren tree last year because you were too stubborn to ask for help, and even the ladder was no help.

you hit his shoulder and whine, “would you rather me try to reach it and fall off the ladder to my death?”

he chuckles and shakes his head, untangling the lights as he responds, “of course not. but a broken arm in exchange for a beautifully decorated christmas tree sounds like something you'd be willing to do.”

you grin unknowingly at his words, impressed that he knew you so well, “it would be worth it.” your determination and passion for the holidays is matched by few, the sheer amount of things in these holiday boxes were a testament to that, and jungkook knew all too well how your mood brightened and your eyes would sparkle more as soon as november passed, if you even waited that long.

“hey y/n, look.” you lifted your head to see him poking around in another box, before holding up a string of mistletoe as he wiggles his eyebrows. “your parents have good taste.”

you cringe at the sight and tell him to put it away, your parents were gifted that years ago and never put it up, and you were single, so there was no point in fussing over extras. “ew, no, put it back.”

he shakes his head amusedly, “it adds character! and you never know what could happen between now and christmas.”

you roll your eyes and waive him off, “fine, whatever, put it where you want, just hurry up so you can help me put these lights up.”

he smiles widely and runs to hang it somewhere else in the house, “yes ma’am!”

December 28th; 5:35pm

the memories bring a smile back to your face as you wait for him yet again, volunteering to help you take the decorations down since he was “the only one who could reach to put them up” as he worded it.

throughout the day you’d been looking for the mistletoe he’d hung, but living in a decent sized house proved difficult to locate where exactly he’d put it.

you only cease when he knocks at the door, opening it to the sight of him dressed nicely in dark pants and a red sweater. “you do know christmas is over, right?” you tease.

he shakes his head and shoves you into the house, inviting himself in as he’s done many times before. “let's get started! the sooner we finish the sooner we can order pizza and watch cringey romance movies.”

you chuckle, “okay but i've gotten about everything except for that stupid mistletoe, did you even hang it?” you ask, still looking around cluelessly as he climbs the ladder to take down the tiny ornaments and the star. you look at him when he purposefully ignores your question with a smirk, “fine whatever, don't tell me.”

the hours fly by as you hand him the last christmas box, “we’re not finished.” he laughs.

“what do you mean? we finished taking down the tree and the window decorations what else-”

“the mistletoe.” he says with a matching, mischievous grin. “come on, i'll take you to it.” he grabs your hand and leads you room after room until you reach the hallway where the stairs are located, “there!”

you chuckle and examine it, “that's such a weird place to put it, no one comes this far into the house.”

“i do.” he states with a pout.

you laugh, “and who are you planning to

kiss under the mistletoe?”

he lets silence consume us when he chooses not to reply to your snarky statement, you look at him curiously, “you're a hopeless romantic jungkook.”

he raises and eyebrow, inching closer towards you, “hopeless? says who.”

“says me.” you laugh, not taking him seriously whatsoever. and there, lied your mistake.

“well, i say you're wrong.” he speaks slowly, not breaking eye contact as you realize just how close he is. being as close as you are, you've had your fair share of awkward situations and flirtatious jokes, but you figured that's all they ever were, jokes.

his words leave you speechless, this is different, this is uncharted territory. he’s just playing, there's no way, right?

you know life is no hallmark movie, but all skepticism drains from your body when his hand rests on your hip and his eyes can't help but stray to your lips.

he’s nervous, you can tell by the way he's biting his lip, a long time habit of his. and just as you always do, you take a hand to his face and pull at his lip.

he smiles, “i'm not going to kiss you because you're under the mistletoe.”

your eyes glance up at his, “you're not?” not to make assumptions, but, where else was this heading? was he really just teasing me?

he smiles, “do you want me to?”

you open your mouth but no words come out. i wasn't sure what i wanted. life's biggest dilemma, you guess. admit you're head over heels infatuated, arguably even in love, with your best friend, effectively changing your relationship forever, or live on knowing you chose safety over happiness.

he pulled you closer, “if i were to kiss you, it'd be because i want to.” he says suddenly, making your head spin like you were thrown onto a merry-go-round with no idea how to get off.

he watches your reaction intently and giggles quietly, “and maybe because it's bad luck if we don't, and i know how superstitious you are.”

you steady yourself by grabbing onto his arm and look up at him, “did you just confess or are you kidding?”

he scoffs, “you think i'd joke about having feelings for you? honestly i thought you knew.” you shake your head and he scratches the back of his neck, “a-actually, i wanted to kiss you the day i put this up. i couldn't get you to come this way though, you were dead-set on your decorating so i gave up.” he bites his lip to hold back a smile, “and watching you run around with a cheesy smile all day was worth the wait, you were so happy i didn't want to ruin it with my stupid confession.”

all the pieces fall into place in my mind as he speaks. he really hadn't hid it at all, you'd just been oblivious or too scared to see what was in front of you the whole time. jungkook was your only real friend, and you’d mistakened all of his moves for something a “flirty best friend” would do, when a part of you knew that just didn't fit.

“kiss me.” you tell him

“what?” he asks quickly, bewildered by your sudden change in behavior.

you laugh at his flustered state and grab at the back of his neck, he takes the hint and soon enough he’s just as close as he was before. “y/n you don't have to-”

but you did, have to. you repressed your thoughts and feelings for so long and dreamed what this would be, you were not going to be stupid any longer, he's right in front of you. you pulled him into you and pressed your lips against his.

his lips were as perfect as you’d always thought they'd be. soft and smooth, his obsession with chapstick really does pay off. butterflies danced in your stomach and you’re sure he could feel the heat on your cheeks. it was painfully sweet, he was gentle and you were impatient, the only thing in common was neither of you could pull away.

and when he finally did, you both stood breathlessly.

“w-why did you do that.” is the first thing he says.

you frown jokingly, “no bad luck.”

he gives a fake smile with a disheartened laugh, “oh.” his arms fall from your waist as he attempts to take a step back.

you grin and grab his arm, “where are you going? i'm not done.”

“i am, this was a bad idea. you shouldn't kiss someone you don't like, y/n.”

you look at him with furrowed eyebrows, “but i do.”

he looks down at you, not believing your words one bit, and you realize you're not on the same page at all, “you don't have to lie to not hurt my feelings either-”

“i'm not lying jungkook!” you raise your voice, “stop being so dense! how could i not fall for you?” you take a breath and compose yourself as he stares through you, “i thought this whole time that we were just friends, you're right. b-but i was just afraid this was all in my head, a-and you were just being you and i would be a fool to to think too much into it.” you stare down at your feet, “a-and you’re the only person i can't afford losing, jungkook. if confessing meant possibly losing you, i couldn't do it.”

he sighs and nods, “i get it, i was scared too, but i think it's worth it, if it meant i get to be with you.”

you chuckle and push him away for being so cheesy but he pulls you closer and holds you tighter. “so, just to be sure-”

“i like you too, jungkook.”

he nods solemnly. “bet you're glad i put that stupid mistletoe up now, huh?”

you look up at him as he sways you gently back and forth, “i guess it can stay for a while longer.”

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some CHEESE for your holiday season. thank you for reading :)) happy holidays!!

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All Tied Up - JJK

your boyfriend can't keep his hands off of you, so you tie them instead ;)

» description: smut, fluff, soft dom jk is a total simp and lets reader tie him up :) (part 2 will be the other way around so if this isn't your boat STAY TUNED)

» word count: 2.5k (exactly...)

All Tied Up - jjk

Part 1 | Part 2 (tbc)

you beam with excitement as you make your way back to campus, shopping bags in hand and bidding goodbye to your friends after an afternoon full of drinks and shopping to commemorate the ending of a semester.

you’re not surprised to see jungkook when you open the door to your room. you haven't been with him very long, but long enough to notice and account for his clingy behavior.

he’s on his back in your bed, eyes glued to his phone until he hears you put your things down. he grins and sits up on the bed, waiting for you to come to him.

and of course you do, because what's more inviting than those strong arms begging for you and all too-enticing thighs. so you happily sit yourself on his lap and give him what you intended to be a quick peck, but he doesn't let you pull away, hand gripping tighter on your thigh until you’re forced to pull away to catch your breath.

you stare at his deep eyes and chuckle, “someone really missed me.”

he leans back in but you don't allow him to kiss you again, you had a surprise for him and kissing him again would ensure you wouldn't get to that today.

“how could i not,” he starts, you grin confused and he bites at his lip ring, “look at you, any man would be obsessed.”

you laugh and shake your head, “cute.” you attempt to stand up but he swiftly pulls you back down with a killer grin. “where are you going? i'm not finished.” his lips trail from your jawline to your neck and you fight every fiber of your being to move away from him.

“koo, i have something i want to show you.” he hums against your skin, busying himself with marking you and feeling you up. “let me get it first please.”

he whines but relents with a pout on his lips, holding onto you for as long as he can as you walk over to your bags, digging around before grabbing what you were looking for and putting it behind your back.

“hiding it from me?” he asks amused.

you straddle his lap this time and keep the object behind you, “haven't decided how i want to use it yet, but judging by the way you can't keep your hands off of me i think i know.”

his hands rub circles into your hips and thighs as he listens intently, “show me.”

you laugh, “give me your hands and close your eyes.” you can tell by the glint in his eyes he’s interested and a little hesitant, but he’s also a simp who would do anything you asked, so naturally, he does exactly as you said without complaint.

you flip his arms so they're palm down in front of you and take a moment to appreciate his hands, good god. the one covered in tattoos and the other shows off his veins. you’re brimming with excitement when you grab the surprise, a silk rope, and tie one around his eyes first, as a blindfold. he’s chuckling as if he’s figured it all out. and then you take the other one and begin to tie his wrists. you’d only practiced on yourself thus far so you were hoping you did it right, not too tight it'd hurt but tight enough you wouldn't be able to move them. “oh.”

“all done.” you tell him, leaning back to admire your boyfriend like this, all tied up and at your mercy.

he doesn't speak at first, and instead wiggles his wrists, to no use. he scoffs in amusement, then violently shakes his head, and the blindfold moves but still covers his eyes. “where the hell did you learn to do this.” he finally speaks, “and better yet, when are you gonna take it off of me and let me put it on you, pretty.”

you laugh and wrap your arms around his wide shoulders, pressing your bodies closer, “you’re not gonna let me have fun with you first?” you pout. this wasn't your plan. your plan was to show them to jungkook, and teach him how to tie them and test it on you, but now that you’d strayed from your original script you realized how much you were enjoying this.

“y/n,” he coos with a smirk, “you know i’d let you do anything you wanted to me,” your heart swells and you place a kiss on his neck, “but i've fantasized about doing this to you for months.”

you contemplate handing over control, and take his arms into your hands, toying with the silk and ready to untie it when you decide to level with him. “you’ll get to have me like this koo, as much as you want.” you whisper the last part into his ear and place a soft lick underneath his ear and squirms underneath you. “but i'm the one that took the initiative to actually buy this, so i think i deserve to use it first.” you grab his jaw with your pretty hands, “you agree?”

he sighs with a grin, “of course.”

“good, now arms up above your head.” he complies and allows you to lift his shirt off and you're extremely grateful for getting the blindfold, because you can ogle his body all you want without him knowing.

you run your hands along his chest and trace his tattoos gently with your nails, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin as you go. “you're so sensitive koo.”

you begin to place feather-like kisses along his jaw and neck, letting one hand tug at his hair, eliciting a moan he tried to fight back and leaning his head back into your hand as your other travels down his body, taking your time to truly appreciate him without the hurry of your unruly and impatient boyfriend rushing you.

you figured he’d complain about how slow you were being, but chuckle when you realize how much he was enjoying your slow and sensual touches and kisses.

“you’re lasting longer than i thought you would.” you tell him, running your tongue along the marks you've made on his neck and collarbone.

he breathlessly replies with a chuckle, “you thought i’d come before you even touched me?”

you shake your head (not that he could see it), “no, i thought you'd complain or try to take over.”

he laughs, “fuck no.” “i’ll sooner finish in my fucking pants than tell you to stop.”

you giggle amused, “i didn't think you'd like it this much.”

he shakes his head, “me neither.”

you hum, deciding he’s earned some real attention and letting your hand slide down between your bodies, ghosting over his length. he wasn't exaggerating when he told you he’d sooner come in his pants, he really was enjoying this.

he groans and tries to grind his hips into your hand, “god you're hard.” he hums, cheeks turning red and his bottom lip pinned between his teeth. you pull it free and kiss him for the first time, and he presses his lips against you needily. “so good for me koo.”

his lips are red and pouty, “please y/n.”

you smile, “please, what baby?” you run your fingers along his length once more and he mewls beneath you, “god please do something, anything.”

you chuckle, you were planning on taking him in your mouth and teasing him more, but he was close already, and there was just something about it, “i want you to cum in your pants koo.” he moans and kicks his head back and you grasp him over his pants with more vigor and allow him to roll his hips into your hand. “will you do that for me? make a mess in your pants, don't even need my mouth or my pussy do you?”

he’s panting and his skin begins to shine, “fuck, y/n.” he groans, “just need you.”

you smile, “good answer.” and lick at his lips, and he’s all too eager to kiss you back as he humps your hand until he whines into your mouth, “f-fuck i’m gonna come.”

you attach your lips to the sensitive spot on his neck and grip him harder as he finishes with a loud groan.

he gently nudges your hand away and you sprinkle his face with kisses, “you’re so hot jungkook.”

he doesn't seem to register any of the praise you're showering him with and you consider that a job well done on your part.

you slip out of his lap and walk to the bathroom, partially wetting a towel and coming back into the room when he calls out to you, “y/n?”

you place a hand on his knee, “right here.” you grab onto the waist band of his sweatpants, “lift your hips.” and repeat the same process for his boxers until he’s left in nothing.

“can i not be blindfolded for the aftercare part?”

you laughed, “this isn't aftercare.”

he’s working on a response when you place your tongue on his lower stomach. you think he’s got a grasp on the situation now, “good god y/n.” he praises at the way you work your tongue around him to clean him. finishing off with the towel.

“lay down.” you instruct him, and he smiles, “i’m gonna need a few more minutes before you do anything else.”

you shake your head, as if you didn't know that. “i only need your tongue for this part. that still works, right?”

he chuckles, “for you, always.” he pauses for a moment, “please tell me you’re gonna sit on my face.”

you laugh, “only if you beg.”

he takes a deep breath, “god, fucking, please, let me taste you.” you sit beside him and run your fingers through his messy hair, “need more.”

he whines, “you must be so fucking wet baby, i can't imagine. want your pussy so bad, any way you'll let me have it.” you debate if that's enough, and you decide to let him have it, “use me please, baby.”

you chuckle and straddle his face, “tongue out.”

you sit yourself on his tongue and begin to drag your hips slowly, eliciting moans from both of you.

you'd hate to admit it but he knows you so well, and was spot on when he said you were soaking. you're sure he can feel it and that he loves it.

you continue using him, practically purring on top of him as his nose and tongue abuse your clit and you grip your breasts hard.

“fuck jungkook, bet you’re having the time of your life.”

you’re extra vocal for him, since he can't see you, and he rewards your comment with a hum against your clit and you tug on his hair. you feel your high approaching as you clench around nothing and lift yourself off of him before you can finish.

he licks his lips and grins, “you were so close, why’d you stop?” he says it teasingly.

you open your bedside drawer and pull a condom out, “because i don't want to give you the satisfaction of cumming on your face.” you hear him chuckle, “never stopped you before pretty.”

you roll your eyes, “what's the point in having you like this if i can't use you however i want?”

he nods and you reach for his dick, “knew you'd be hard as a fucking rock, didn't even touch me or see me.” you roll the condom on him and he hums, hearing you move around the bed and feeling your heat against him. “because i'm imagining you and all the things you're doing to me, and it's hot as fuck.”

you chuckle, grinding yourself against him before easing him in painfully slowly. you keep your hands against his chest and focus on yourself. he cusses beneath you, “god, you're fucking built for me, just for me.”

you hum, “you've got it backwards baby.”

he moans and struggles to reciprocate your banter, “you’re perfect, so fucking wet and warm.”

you lift yourself with more fervor and find a dreamy pace that has your body heating up and muscles contracting.

the room is filled with nothing but sex and both of your moaning and whining.

“fuck y/n, you're gonna make me cum again.”

you shake your head, “not before me.”

his jaw strains and his hands ball into fists, making his veins pop and you think you'll go feral if you keep staring at him fucked out like this. “c-can't help it baby.” he tells you, hips rutting beneath you and stuttering, he actually finished before you.

you sigh and get off of him and begin to undo his wrists. once he’s freed you wrap your hand around his fingers, “use these,”

you tell him, “need to cum around something and you're too fucking impatient, couldn't just wait, could you?”

his hands roam your body with the blindfold still on, and he pushes on your chest to get you to lay down with a smirk on his face.

“if you could feel your fucking walls you'd understand, so hard to control myself when you ride me so well pretty.”

he kisses your thighs, spreading your legs and finding your clit with his hand and alternating between kitten licks and flicking it. your back arches, as pissed off as you were, you knew he’d feel the need to make it to you. he licks you well, like a man deprived and eases two fingers in, immediately curling them as he slides his long digits along your walls.

you grab the sheets with both hands and mewl, purposely depriving him of your hands tugging at his hair knowing how much he loves it when you do that.

“always so rough and impatient jungkook.” you bait him, and he falls for it, pushing harder into you and sucking harshly at the bundle of nerves and it's a dangerously perfect mix of what you needed to push you over the edge.

his hand moves from your hips to grab at the blindfold wrapped around his eyes and tugs it off quickly just to watch you cum on his tongue. he watches you with eyes blown out, drinking in the sight of your back arching off the mattress and the way your hips push into his face as if you couldn't get enough, and above all, he thinks he is undeniably obsessed with you.

you pull him away from you and he stares for a moment longer as you breathe and relax. he grabs the towel you used on him earlier and cleans you as gently as he possibly can.

“thank you.” you tell him, looking into his eyes finally and ignoring the way he stares at you entirely differently.

“of course,” he smiles, “anything for you, pretty.” he leans down for a kiss, gently pecking your pink lips before pulling away with a grin, “wait until it's my turn."

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Want It All - jjk

there are only two types of people in the word: those who have it all, and those who want it all.

» genre: (mini) series, angst, smut, some fluff.

» description: high society, arrogant rich boy jjk meets strong-willed reader, and together they hatch a plan to have it all. enemies to lovers, fake dating au :P

» word count: 11k (... i know but HEAR ME OUT... i worked three days on this and not my school work so just give it a chance 😭)

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have you ever met someone that seemed to love the things they hate? it's as if they run on spite, constantly doing the opposite of what others tell them to do and crush every expectation and prediction put upon them.

for you, this was turning against your family's generationally toxic values and living how you wanted. and you made no effort in hiding your plans.

this came down to almost every detail. it didn't matter what anyone else thought of you, of course. you knew that. but you can't deny the power of not only crushing but exceeding people's expectations of you.

even when you were given scholarships for a great school, and became successful, you still wanted more. there was still something to prove, even when "having it all" (being smart, pretty, and practically guaranteed money and success) there was still a missing, undeniable, factor.

and that is when you met jeon jungkook.

god, did you hate, jeon jungkook.

being the type of person you were, also garnered a lot of hate. you always chalked it up to jealousy, or envy. all the same, it only fueled you more, and otherwise had no purpose. so therefore, you did not feel jealousy. (or so, before you met him).

your university was among the top in the country, and being one of the top ranked in your class meant you were granted opportunities others were not. it gave the up and coming (or simply privileged) people a way to make connections and "friends" (people deemed acceptable company) so dinners, party's, charity events, and balls were all accustomed to you.

during your last year of university, you decided to purchase an enchanting sequined, black dress that had caught your eye a few months earlier. it was perfect for the event, and a little out of budget, but you could work around it.

and boy, was it worth it.

"wow, it's like that dress was made for you, y/n." sooyung awes, equally as gorgeous when she's dolled up and in a red dress.

"i wish it was acceptable to wear stuff like this all the time, because you're right, this totally is made for me.

she laughs, "you should contact the designer, he'd be all over you."

you chuckle and wave her off after dressing and assembling your mini purse to match, you both are ready to head to the charity ball. dinner, service, and a free bar. doesn't get much better than that.

the night goes on the same as ever, having been attending this ceremony every year since your first year, and many people had the same story as you, in that sense.

which means all the faces become known, so seeing one as striking as him that you didn't know, only made him more alluring. especially considering he hadn't taken his gorgeous eyes off of you all night.

you wondered when he'd approach you. you gave him ample opportunity, even setting up a few perfect scenarios. the night was past it's peak and began to wind down when you found yourself seated alone at the open bar.

he slides into the stool beside you and orders himself a drink, and you another of whatever you're almost done with.

you raise your brows at him with a grin, "should've done that several hours ago.

your mean words don't cause him to turn away, instead he laughs, "forgive me, it took some courage."

you hum, "courage? i would think a man like you would have no problem approaching women."

the server hands us both our respective drinks and he swishes it around before sipping, "you've got me there."

you nod, intrigued by his honesty. "have i ever seen you before?"

his eyes widen the slightest bit at your question. you don't understand why, but it was a subtle change, you conclude you're overthinking him. men are simple creatures.

"i have surely never seen you before, because if i had, i would not have forgotten."

you smile, "charming." he bites at his lip, making the silver ring all the more noticeable as it shines against the light at the bar. "what's your name then?"

"jeon jungkook." he extends a hand.

you take his large hand into yours, extending the shake, "y/f/n."

he grins, and you can't deny the depths of his grin, both soft and so, so dark. "it's a pleasure to meet you."

and as all things happen, when one pent-up college student meets another in equal standing and frustration, it doesn't take you long at all to end up with an invitation to his place.

"your place?" you ask as he leads you outside the venue.

he nods, digging in his pockets to find his keys, "yeah.”

as you predicted, his daddy most definitely did have money. he led you to a very nice apartment complex. fitting for someone his age, but still opulent enough to not sacrifice the luxurious things he likely grew up with.

and clearly, patience was not one of the things he was taught at a young age. had it not been for your request of a surface softer than the front door, you think he would have taken you right then and there.

his body is heavy pressed against yours, easily clouding your thoughts when his lips are on your neck and his thigh presses between your legs.

you give as much as you take, reaching down to feel him through his pants and he rewards you with a groan. you undo his belt and he kicks his pants off. he only detaches himself from you once, to strip his top half and instructing you to turn around so he can unzip your dress.

he's quick to trap you between him and the door again and you struggle to detach yourself from him long enough to whimper out a request.

finally the mention of his name has him stopping long enough for you to ask, "mind if we take this somewhere a little softer?"

he grins, "anywhere you'd like gorgeous."

he takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom, sitting on his bed first before leading you into his lap to continue to kiss you feverishly.

your hands become entangled in his dark locks and his hands grip your ass, moving you ever so slowly back and forth against him as he kisses you.

you pull away, hoping to get this moving a little quicker and disconnect your lips and tip his head back to attach your lips to his neck. he moans at a sensitive spot beneath his ear, and another above his collarbone.

he curses and flips you both over, making quick work of your bra as he pulls it off from beneath you and tosses it away. he groans and grips your chest as if it was his first time seeing such a thing.

he worshiped you as if you were his first and last, although by the way he worked your body it was clear you would be neither of those things.

he trailed his mouth down from your chest to your pelvis, peeling your lace underwear off as he went. "mind if i have a taste?"

he asks as if you'd stop him now.

"absolutely."

he chuckles almost arrogantly. and you hoped he was as good as he pretended to be. as soon as he put his tongue on you, that truth became evident.

he had you mewling beneath him. practically dragging your hips against him to beg for more, as if he wasn't already giving you everything he had. he absolutely relished in the sight of you coming just from his tongue.

you curse and he makes his way back up to you, "still up for more?" he asks with a cocky grin.

your chest is still rising and falling as you admire the way he stares at you. "i'd be awful not to reward you after that."

he smiles, "i was hoping you'd say that."

you grin and run your hand up along his thigh, "so what'll it be, jungkook?"

his words are vulgar but they come out soft, dripping in power. "can't help but picture what you'd look like bouncing on my cock." who are you to deny such a request?

with your approval he situates himself against his headboard and holds you as you position yourself above him. his breathing slows and he looks at you determined, as if he had this planned from the beginning.

you're glad he was kind enough to get you off first, because you're certain now as he fills you up that you would've been a goner otherwise. you hadn't really paid close attention to what he was packing until you felt him inside of you. he was a stretch to say the least, and from his position he hit all the spots he needed to. you're almost sure he would in any position, and you were up to test that too. "god, jungkook, you're big.

what you anticipate is a cocky comment from him but he's just as in awe as you are when he cusses, "god, you feel phenomenal."

you grin at his choice of words and begin to lift your hips up and down. you watch him closely, having pegged him for an ass guy early on has you rethinking the way you'd drawn him up in your head as he ogles at your chest. his eyes stutter between that, and the part where your bodies connect. one of his large hands grabs at your ass and the other helps you keep pace against your hip.

"fuck, more, please." he requests and you oblige as much as you can, but the issue with giving more is you tire quicker.

he seems unfazed, tilting his head back and letting his sounds reverberate in his bedroom. you do the same, no room for shyness when you're both being so open about the pleasure. he cusses and grips your hips tighter, "can we switch it up?" you nod, and he smiles. "head down, ass up."

you almost moan at the mention of it. he matches your excitement with eagerness, not wasting any time as he slides back in and builds up to the pace you were at before, then beyond.

he grips tightly on your hips, pulling you back with him with every thrust. the harshness of it in perfect unison of your impending highs. he's close and you can tell.

"fuck y/n, are you close?"

you nod and whine out a yes. he groans and snakes one of his arms around your front and circles your clit. "wanna see you cum around my cock." he breaths, "can you do that for me gorgeous?"

you're plenty past the point of letting him control you, letting him fuck you senselessly into the mattress when you struggle to moan out a response. he just chuckles and continues to play with you until your orgasm comes crashing down and you both moan in unison. he fucks you through it and stills soon after.

you turn over onto your back and let your eyes flutter shut. not concerned with what he was doing, although you were sure that was when he discarded of the condom he filled and slipped his boxers back on after cleaning himself up.

you awaited further instruction for what comes next. guys are different, you don't assume you can stay until you're explicitly told. you assume you're not when he doesn't join you in bed again. instead you ask to use his restroom and he points to the door across from the bed.

when you come back out you begin the search for your clothes. he's sitting on his bed, clearing his notifications it seemed. he looks up at you while you're scavenging the floor, "you should stay, it's pretty late."

you shrug, sliding your bra back on, "it's fine, i'll catch an uber."

he crawls over to you and slips off the bed, standing in front of you and looking deeply into your eyes. you feel one of his hands ghost your jaw before he places another kiss against your lips.

this was something you deemed out of character, but it definitely helped him create an offer you couldn't refuse. "come on, i'm a great cuddler and i'll even make breakfast."

you're not usually a fan of staying, unless you're too drunk and it's too late to be safe, so when you agree to his offer you surprise yourself.

and it turns into one of your biggest regrets when you wake up the next morning.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"

you curse, practically rampaging through jungkook's room as soon as you wake up. it was serene for perhaps a minute. your mind caught up with you, and you quickly realized you woke up on your own accord and not according to your alarm.

you looked around frantically for a clock or phone of sorts. and the panic that set in once you read the digital alarm clock on his bedside table would have any doctor believe your heart was actually in the pits of your stomach.

"no fucking way. this can't be happening right now."

a trick to maintaining a healthy social life to academic life balance is setting your alarms before you go out. so no matter what happens, you always have time.

except this time, your phone wasn't in your purse. in fact, it wasn't in his bedroom at all. jungkook opens his bedroom door to find you dressing as quickly as you could, prepared to find a car or even race to your interview in the same dress and heels if you had to.

"someone looks panicked, what's got you in such a hurry?"

"fuck! where is my phone?!" he laughs and you are not amused in the slightest as he casually leans against the doorframe with an absolutely shit-eating grin. "seriously jungkook i really need to go, help me out?"

he shrugs and doesn't move an inch. i shove past him in an angry mumble, "men are so unhelpful."

he scoffs, "you certainly didn't hold that opinion last night."

you roll your eyes, "seriously jungkook, do you know where it is or if i had it?" he ticks his head towards the couch. "right there."

you frown, "how the hell did it get there?" he grins, "that alarm was awfully annoying. do you normally do that after hooking up with people? what a terrible way to wake up, you don't get a lot of call backs do you-"

"you heard my alarm? and you didn't wake me up?!" you stare at him in disbelief.

he chuckles, "you are fun to play with y/n, but i'm not a huge sadist so in the favor of not prolonging this, allow me to fill you in."

he pulls a chair from the table beside him and straddles it, crossing his muscular arms on top and over the back of it as he looks at you darkly. "you must be aware of the list of candidates mr. kim chooses for his internship." you nod, not even concerned how he knew about the internship interview you missed this morning or what this had to do with him, "it's a short list, and he doesn't only choose from the school he teaches at. he just wants the best of the best."

you nod and scoff, "yeah i already know all of this, the point, please?"

he chuckles, clearly annoyed, "well the list turned out to be awfully hard to get my hands on, but even harder to decipher who the candidates were when he only wrote the students code and their university on the forms. all i knew was he had us all ranked, and someone from your university was in the number one spot, and not me."

my thoughts race, in all my years studying here i had not been immune to my fair share of dirty and underhanded tricks to reach my goals, but nothing compares to what he was describing. he continues still, "i asked everywhere, you hadn't seemed to tell a damn person you were chosen for the opportunity, let alone the best shot at winning." he ticks his head at me, "that was until i came across sooyung. she spotted me at the cafe and didn't waste a second. she's quite the talker, you know?"

you shake your head speechlessly, "you seriously went to all of these lengths just to be sure i missed that interview?"

he just smiles proudly, and you laugh, "how insecure of you, actually. i should thank you." you walk towards him on the chair, confused and dissident as you wrap yourself around him before bending down to his level, "you had a lot of praise for me last night, but the notion that you couldn't beat me on your own merit, knowledge, and skill has to be the largest one of all."

he does not like that. he angrily bites the corner of his mouth and offendedly laughs,

"say what you want, theres no way he'll give you that spot now."

you walk away from him with a shrug, collecting your things, "that may be, but i wouldn't say it's sured. i do hope for your sake though jungkook," you open his door and turn back around to look him in the eyes, "that this is the last time you see me."

that was everything that happened when you first met jungkook. all in less than 24 hours.

much to your demise, he had successfully blocked you from claiming that summer intern position with mr. kim, and managed to somehow convince him that he was the right choice.

you decided begging or bargaining for that spot was beneath you, although mr. kim did recommend you to another agency.

"this wasn't on the list of options they handed out at the beginning of the semester." you question, looking over the application he had just handed you.

he doesn't look up from his desk, "i know, because they don't usually hire students."

you chuckle even though it's not amusing, "then why are you telling me to apply there? do you think i need more disappointment?"

he chuckles at that, "no, not at all. i wouldn't recommend this if i didn't think you had a chance." he looks up at me, "let's just say, i heard through the grapevine that they were debating, allowing students to intern. if they'd make an exception for anyone, i think it'd be you."

you nod, and he adds, "and it's not like you have much other options, unless you want a less reputable company."

you shake your head quickly, "being accepted here would be insane for my resume." he nods and with that you part him with a thanks.

as if lady luck herself pities you, or perhaps by the grace of god himself, you find yourself getting a call on a Tuesday morning regarding your unprompted submission to intern at one of the country's largest and most reputable companies.

you were half expecting to be let down, and the other half was excepting to be berated for such an inappropriate action.

you were not expecting to be told you were expected at headquarters for a meeting with the current director over further plans.

and it went swimmingly.

some people just click, and for once you are more than glad, elated, even, that this man seemed to take quite a liking to your work and ambition, all made clear not only through your resume and portfolio submitted but by your very presence.

he leaned over to speak quietly, "you know, we don't take on students." your heart began to break a little, "but we've always entertained the idea. it surely has its benefits. not to mention, first grabs on the newest, and best talent."

you light up at his words, "of course i think it's a fantastic idea, but i am also biased."

he laughs and nods, "yes, well, of course. i'm unsure what exactly we'd have you do, but i don't doubt you'd be willing to do whatever we asked of you."

you nod, "correct." you don't care if its running errands, secretary work, writing, or even handing pens out, you would do it.

he purses his lips, "and we'll base your pay off of what we have you do. we'll reach that conclusion at about week 4. does this all sound agreeable to you?"

you nod quickly, "yes of course, i understand."

he grins widely, it was almost familiar, and stands with his hand extended out to you.

"i’ll have our lawyers draw up a contract for you, your term ends on the 29th correct?"

you shake his hand with a large smile, "yes, it does."

he nods, "perfect then, we'll be in touch. glad to have you, y/n."

working at mr. lee's company exceeded your expectations. you began to understand why this was everyone's top pick, and why they were never hiring.

your life had continued to follow the path you worked so hard to ensure. you responded to mr. lee (or his secretary, when he was too busy) for your task sheet every week and they even began to accept you as another coworker. even mr. lee took kindly to you, so much as to invite you to the company's charity event.

you spent most of your time there learning more about your coworkers, even meeting some of their partners or family.

mr. lee seemed very glad to see you and noticed you immediately while making his rounds. "ah y/n! i was really hoping you'd make it."

you laugh and bow to him, "of course, how could i not come? it's a fantastic event mr. lee, thank you for having me."

he shakes his head, "nonsense. you belong here." he doesn't seem to understand the weight of his words, and they fill you with hope. ever so carefully entertaining the idea that this could be your future. "i may have invited you for selfish reasons as well, y/n."

you look at him, both worried and confused, and he laughs, holding his gut, "oh heavens! not for me." he laughs heartily, "i-i have a son, i would really love you to meet."

the panic falls from your face and you laugh with him, "oh! gosh, of course. i'd be delighted."

he grins widely, "well then, let me introduce you to my family."

your heart pounds with excitement as you follow his lead around the decorated room and to a nearby table. "y/n, this is my wife."

you smile and introduce yourself to her, gosh she's gorgeous. if he has half the looks his mother does, you're sold.

"nice to meet you y/n! how are you enjoying the party?" she asks before gesturing to sit at the seat in front of her.

"it's fantastic! i especially love how the centerpieces are the colors of the foundation you're honoring tonight." you comment, having done your research last night.

her eyes glow in admiration, "yes!" she gawks, touching your hand for a moment,

"you are just as intelligent as my husband said you were." she grins and leans forward,

"and you seem to be just his son's type, but don't tell him i told you that." you both laugh,

"he gets embarrassed so easily." she covers her laugh, "there was this one time where he-"

"i would rather you not tell this story again, please." a figure from behind you speaks, placing a drink in front of her and another on the table beside you as he sits down.

and when you lock eyes, a million things all at once rush to your head.

jeon jungkook, again.

"jungkook."

he looks equally bewildered, "y/n?" you don't respond, still too much in shocked anger and fumbling to find the correct gameplay. "what are you doing here?" he asks.

his mother scoffs and reaches over to slap his arm, "jeon jungkook, be kind. this was the girl your father wanted you to meet, y/n, this is my son!"

your eyes race between her and jungkook. how could you not have noticed? he is literally the spitting image of his mother. it was right in front of you.

"yeah, we've met." he tells her. you raise an eyebrow, not anticipating that he would admit that, knowing what door it would open.

"oh, really? all the better!" she rises from her seat and walks over to jungkook, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and leaning down to tell him, "your father picked this one, perhaps take it seriously, and he may actually begin to take you, seriously."

her words sound loving and sweet, but the meaning was much deeper and darker in insinuation than on surface level. jungkook looks troubled but doesn't reply. "alright! well, have fun you two!" she places a hand on your shoulder as she walks past me and into the crowd to socialize beside her husband.

jungkook is silent. you find it extremely amusing. you cross your arms and look at him with the cocky grin he was sporting the last time you saw him.

he avoids your stare until it becomes unavoidable and uncomfortable. you wait for him to speak up. he scoffs and shakes his head, "what's with the grin? shouldn't you be begging right about now?"

you furrow your brows, "why on earth would i be begging?"

he chuckles, "i could tell my dad how we met. he doesn't exactly approve of my lifestyle. says i'm spoiled and lack a clear ambition all because i enjoy the money he gives me, and women." he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "if he knew you were anything like me, i doubt you'd remain in the current high regards he holds for you."

you laugh, "from the sounds of it, you're in no position to make such a gamble with your father." he looks at you testingly, and you match his stance by resting your elbows on your knees, but let your chin rest in your hands as you stare at him. "sounds like you need to appease your father. I'll be sure to tell him how you took advantage of me in a vulnerable stage, after breaking up with my boyfriend, and never spoke to me afterwards. maybe even include why you sought me out in the first place-"

"wait, what are you talking about? that first part isn't true at all-"

"oh, but isn't it?" you ask, your expression going from innocent confusion to a grin,

"because that's how i'll tell it. and i'll have you know, my acting skills are quite great." you render him silent, "who would he believe, jungkook?"

he lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back against his seat. he toys with his fingers and checks the time on his watch, before pursing his lips and looking at you. "okay."

"okay?"

he nods, "okay." he picks up his chair and scoots it close enough our knees are touching. "what will it take for you to not do that."

you chuckle once, and then several more times, "oh gosh jungkook. i almost forgot how funny you were." he is not amused in the slightest. "i'm a woman of my word. what i say and what i live by is law, that's what's gotten me this far. not, people like you, who are simply handed it."

"i’m clearly not being handed it, that's the whole fucking issue." he grumbles.

you hum, "so thats it?" you giggle, "he hasn't agreed to let you take over, has he?" he shakes his head, you've clearly hit a nerve, "oh boy i knew he was smart, but this is, wow-”

"would you please stop with your pretentious babbling and get to it?"

you pout, "you're absolutely no fun jungkook."

he crosses his arms across his chest, "i just want to know as soon as possible if you plan on throwing more fuel under the fire that is my future burning away, so i can at least run collateral. or, by your own graces, what you'd like in exchange to not, do that."

you simply smile to him, "i told you jungkook, if you ever met me again you'd live to regret it."

he nods, "yes i do recall your threatening spiel as you left my house."

you shrug, "perfect. so you'll understand how kind i am about to be." his eyes move from the floor to meet yours. "the idea of negotiating with you sounds horrendous, and there are very few things i'd put above watching you wither from something i caused.”

"but…”

"but, there is one thing i can think of, you may actually be useful for." he nods, "yeah, which is?"

your head falls to the side, letting your hand reach out to his on the table as you run your fingers against his, "i want a guaranteed spot at this company." his eyes follow your fingers, "and you want to someday run it."

he nods slowly, still entranced. "so here's my plan, now, it's still a rough draft with little thought, but this is what i think could work: we date for a while. Unsure how long, but long enough to make sure your father likes us both, and when we deem it enough, we break up mutually on good terms."

he sits stilled, his eyes meeting mine after a few moments, "that sounds great, but i think you've left something unaccounted for."

"and that is?"

he grins, "that i, will be working there, even running it, at some point. are you really comfortable with working there and loathing your boss?"

you laugh, "if it comes to that point, which even with my genius plan, is still an if, I'll decide if i can stay, or we'll agree on where to transfer or recommend me. does this sound acceptable to you?"

he stirs in his seat for a moment, then picks up your hand, as if to shake it but he simply holds it, "i accept it."

you nod, "how about we discuss further plans on our first date? where do you want to go?"

he hums, "letting me pick?" you nod. "well, fighting the urge to say i'd like to do what we did when we first met," you scoff, "i guess i'll settle on dinner?"

you agree, "okay, dinner it is. friday?"

"that works.”

"great!" you stand from your seat, "dinner, on you"

he purses his lips and nods, "figures." you turn to walk away and he stops you, latching onto your wrist, "wait."

you simply look down at him, and he says,

"need your number, gorgeous." you shake your head, grabbing his phone from his hand and typing in your information before handing it back to him. "y/n with a heart?" he chuckles, "that's not something i would write in."

you shrug, "if you want to convince your parents it's real, you can't treat me like every other girl you've fucked around with."

he nods, seemingly understanding the depths of what i'm telling him, "i guess so.”

"yes, exactly. now, i'll grab drinks for both of us and tell your parents how much i like you already, what do you want?"

your date with jungkook was as exhausting as you’d anticipated it would be. It was a free meal though, and with an extremely attractive man, so you couldn't wholeheartedly complain. There was definitely worse ways to spend your friday night.

“so i get my family and your coworkers and such have to believe this, but it's alright to tell our friends, yeah?”

you’re slouched and swishing the wine around in your glass as you hum, “mhm. i’d think of it this way, only tell who you absolutely have to tell. for me? that'll only be sooyung. everyone else around me, friends or not, will think i am dating you.”

he nods, “so you're only telling your closest friend, and everyone else is off-limits from the truth? don't you think that's a bit much? i mean, that's going to completely tank our actual dating lives.”

you shake your head, not caring to look him in the eyes as you speak, “the people around us all have connections to something or someone. the last thing we need is someone finding out and either telling your parents, or blackmailing us. it's the safest way to ensure nothing goes wrong.” he chews on his food and indicates he understands and you interject, “and about your last comment, frankly i wouldn't be that concerned for your dating life if your parents were literally setting you up with women.”

he scowls, “that has nothing to do with what i was talking about.”

you nod and smile, “oh! you mean, how will this affect your sex life?” you laugh, “silly me, i thought by “dating lives” you meant actual, meaningful, relationships.”

he scoffs, “whatever you call it, i may not be labeled ‘boyfriend material' by many women, but the last thing i want to be labeled as is a cheater, fake relationship or not.”

you’re surprised by his statement. “why? it's not like it would really ruin your chances of future relationships. you'd be surprised what women are willing to forget for a mildly hot guy with money.”

“that's only half of the concern. i just, don't want to be that guy.”

you shrug, not really understanding what he's trying to say and not caring much to decipher his odd morals. “okay, so you don't want to see or sleep with other people, is that right?”

he opens his mouth then closes it, before sighing, “i guess that's how it has to be.”

you think it over, it makes sense. being with other people would increase the number of people you'd have to tell your secret to. or if you don't explain, you’d have to face their judgment. “that sounds good to me.”

he looks up, mildly surprised, “you’re agreeing?” he shakes his head, “i wasn't asking you to do that. i was just telling you i wasn't going to-”

“no need, it's actually kind of smart of you. not that you were trying to be, but if we don't see other people it makes it plenty more believable.”

he shakes his head, “you're really committed to this, you know.”

you grin at him, “this is how i normally am. your dad knows this too, even said he hopes some of my drive and ambition rubs off on you.”

he chuckles, “he did not say that.”

you continue to bicker with each other for most of the remainder of the date, even debating who had the better music taste when jungkook didn't offer you the aux cord in his car.

despite all of it, you found yourself feeling rather content once you stepped inside your building. you weren't annoyed, stressed, nor angry.

you found yourself falling asleep imagining the future you were so committed to building for yourself. there are worst things i could do.

you and jungkook plan every date strategically, and they all unfold without a hinge. on your third date, you went strolling downtown. you grabbed hot chocolate and window shopped, admiring the hard work these people have put into the things they're so passionate about. jungkook wasn't interested in things like this. you knew that, but you also knew fall was coming quickly and your wardrobe needed some updating.

“that's ugly.” he comments, walking past you in the store.

you huff, re-folding the sweater and placing it down on the table before turning to face him, “when did i ask for your opinion on women's clothing?” you laugh, “not to mention, your wardrobe has all of maybe 2 colors, so any advice you give is unwarranted.”

he’s leaning against a different display table with his arms crossed over his wide chest, “if i have to be seen with you in public, it won't be in clothes that you don't look good in. that's all im saying.” he puts his hands up in surrender and continues walking through the store.

“okay then,” you follow behind him, “if you're such a fashionnova, pick out an outfit for me.”

he furrows his brows, “why would i do that.”

“if how i look is such a big deal to you, you shouldn't have a problem picking out an outfit for me.”

“no.”

“then stop talking!”

“ok.” he shrugs and wanders off. you figured he wanted to pout alone so you let him be, picking out a few new items and heading towards the check out.

with a bag in your hand you turn to see jungkook looking out the shop windows. “see a pretty girl?”

he furrows his brows and shakes his head. he does not match your amusement, and actually stays completely silent and solemn.

he takes your hand and leads you out of the store. the form of affection takes you by surprise for a second, but you already discussed ‘acting’ like a couple and told yourself this was just another part of the deal.

“where are you leading me?”

silence. “jungkook?” nothing. you sigh, “you're walking kinda fast can you slow down please?”

he leads you into a brewery on the corner of the street. this was ‘the spot’ on that road and you knew that, hence why you were saving it for last. “jungkook,” you whine, “you knew i wanted to go here last-”

“would you please stop bitching for a second?” he tells you, looking around the special liquor store with an indoor/outdoor bar.

“what are you looking for? do you want something?”

he drops your hand and looks at you, “first of all, i stopped talking because you told me to shut up.” you roll your eyes at his immaturity. “and second of all, i dragged you out of their because that guy in the brown coat?” he points to a guy at the end of the bar, helping what looks to be his date or girlfriend take a seat. “that’s kim taehyung. his dad is a major shareholder and on the board.”

you hum, “so you dragged me here for him?”

he looks at you confused, “did you… forget we’re literally dating to make good impressions on people like him?”

“well not him, per-say-”

“and he’s aiming to take over his father as well, just like me. last time i talked to him, he and his dad invited me to some tennis game but i totally forgot about it and haven't made a fantastic impression since.”

“did you ever apologize?”

he shakes his head, “no, i figured if i didn't then they might think i just forgot.”

“you did-”

“i forgot as in partying was more important.” he tells me. that makes more sense. “but that doesn't matter! because you and i are about to blow him away.”

jungkook grabs you by the waist and leads you around the store, “let's see how good your acting skills are.” he grins.

you smile as well, amused at the situation and you lean into him, “you as well.”

you walk around the store exactly like that until you’re close enough that taehyung notices you. he calls out to jungkook, who pretends to be surprised when he sees the both of them and greets them.

“this is my girlfriend, y/n.” you and taehyung shake hands and he looks to jungkook almost surprised.

“girlfriend? really?”

he nods, “i am just as surprised as you are.”

taehyung just grins widely, “it had to happen one of these days.” he looks to you, “goodluck to you.” you hold back a laugh, he doesn't have a clue.

taehyung then apologizes for not being able to invite you both to join him, “this date should be for us two, but we should totally do a double sometime!”

you’re weary of the offer and it shows on your face as you look to jungkook but he doesn't pay attention to you as he excitedly agrees. “do you still have my number?”

he nods, “i think, but last time i texted you you never replied so maybe i have the wrong one.”

jungkook chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, “yeah that sounds like me, how about you give me your number.”

they agree and exchange. this entire time you notice his date’s been staring at you so you finally look over to notice. you began to smile, hoping to have a small but pleasant interaction but she continues to stare hard and your smile drops when you recognize her.

not that you had any personal issue with her (yet) but this girl was as bad as they come. bad in your opinion, that was. you knew her because of what she did to sooyung, your best friend. minji was similar to jungkook, just minus the genuine charisma and kindness if you really looked. she had all those things sure but it was surface level and fake. whatever minji couldn't have she took. this included school, personal, and business life (cheating, swapping tests, buying and/or sleeping her way), anything besides actually working. her family was rich and you believed she never struggled to have anything. that was until her boyfriend broke up with her and found sooyung. to say that caused issues would be an understatement.

it's good to know she's moved on now, despite going to the lengths she did to break them up. you almost laugh at it all. why go through all that trouble just to break up with him again? you concluded it was a childish power move and never spent another second thinking of the pitiful girl.

until now. you also knew minji hated you for meddling in her and sooyung’s beef, but otherwise had no reason to dislike you.

so why she was ass-eyeing you right now? you're unsure.

the boys say goodbye and share a quick hug before jungkook is pulling you away from the scene.

“you are free next saturday right?” he asks.

“huh? what?” you ask, plenty out of earshot but still in the store where they could see you. “yeah, saturday works. what are we doing?”

he laughs, “were you even listening?” you shake your head, “taehyung invited us to go bowling.”

“bowling?”

“yeah.” he grins, checking out the liquor that lines the wall of the store, “i'll have you know i'm actually really good at it, otherwise i would've suggested something else.” he looks over, as if examining the couple, then turns to you and places a kiss on your head. out of habit you widen your eyes and fight the urge to hit him, “god y/n, they’re looking and you just ruined it.”

“you can’t just jumpscare me like that, god.” you grumble.

he sighs, “just kiss me.”

you sneak a glance at the couple and they’re looking lovingly at each other, “why? they’re not even looking over here.”

“just do it, and make it good to make up for what you did.” he says, determined. you decide to follow along with his request, he’s known what to do up until now, you have no reason to question him. you smile up at him as if he’s just given you the greatest compliment in the world and wrap both of your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

you keep smiling even when you pull away, despite the slight hatred you still feel for him. he looks at you speechlessly, “smile, jungkook.” you grit. he nods and takes your advice.

“of course, yeah.”

you raise your brows and chuckle, continuing your admiration of the alcohol you know you can’t afford, “i know i’m a good kisser but you don’t have to stand there in awe.”

he looks at you offended and you laugh again. “yeah, sure.”

you continue looking around the store and can’t shake the feeling of someones eyes on you. you look to jungkook who’s occupied examining something else, and then to the couple at the other end of the store. sure enough, minji was still staring.

“that girl makes me uneasy.”

he looks at you with furrowed brows, “who? minji? i wouldn’t worry about her.”

“you know minji?”

he pauses, letting the arm that was reaching for a bottle fall to his side but he doesn't look at you. “i dated her for a few weeks. don't even think it was a month.”

you feel surprised but you really shouldn't be. “how long ago?”

he looks at you annoyed, “like a year ago, it's not that big of a deal. to say i dated her would be a loose term. maybe took her on two dates. we really only did one thing and then got bored.”

you connect the dots without him having to really say it. “she’s been staring daggers at me since we walked in here. and she’s got issues with sooyung, and now with you, she could be a problem, jungkook.”

he shrugs, taking a bottle he picked and examining it, “i really wouldn't worry about her. if she’s with taehyung she's got enough on her hands.” he says. “you ever had honey whiskey?”

“no, jungkook.” you sigh. upset he doesn't seem to care about the present issue.

he grins, “perfect. you want anything?”

you hum and look around. “the cherry one looked interesting.”

he spins around to find the one you’re talking about and grins, “cherry tequila? knew i pegged you right.”

you chuckle, “what are you talking about.”

he shrugs and grins with a cocky smile, “nothing, just knew you were a tequila person. it was obvious.”

“you're talking nonsense.”

“am i wrong? is that not your preferred alcohol?”

“and yours is whiskey i presume?”

he grins, “oh, i'm an everything man.”

you act sarcastically, “oh of course! i should have known.”

“but you didn't! that's how you know i know and you don't.”

he continues to babble as he pays and walks out of the store. “what exactly are you going to do with that? just add it to your little collection?”

he looks down at you for a moment, “drink it, obviously.” you follow him just as confused as before. “did you know i'm actually pretty good at making drinks?”

you hum, “no i guess not, but that wouldn't surprise me.”

“it's not hard to do but it does take some level of commitment, it's actually the perfect practice for someone like me.”

“whatever your hobbies are.” you chuckle.

he scoffs, “yeah? what are your hobbies? studying and being a bitch?”

you laugh, “yeah, actually. but also art and video games.”

he looks at you in a way you couldn't describe. “no shit?” you nod. “perfect then. you didn't have any plans for the rest of the night did you?”

you frown, “i mean i needed to study but-”

“studying waits, i have a better idea.” he looks at you excited and puts the bags you both bought in the backseat of his car, “me vs you video game tournament. you can pick the games, and i’ll supply the drinks.”

“i pick the games? don't you think that's a little unfair?”

he shakes his head, “absolutely not, you'll lose even if you picked terraria.”

“how would terraria-”

“you’d lose.”

jungkook was correct, no matter what you'd pick he would win. and it really fucking annoyed you.

“god is this what you've spent your life doing?”

he laughs, shoving popcorn in his mouth by the handful, “yeah.”

you shake your head, beyond annoyed. you were definitely a sore loser. “no wonder.”

he looks at you and grins, “what? sad that you suck? it's okay y/n you can't be good at everything.” he fakes a sympathetic pout and leans in close to you, “i told you i would win.”

by this point in the day, it’s about 8pm and jungkook has served you six different drinks. not that you finished all of them, but you’ve been served roughly that many. on top of all the ones he made for himself that he insisted you try.

you’re both sat in his living room with a controller in your hands and a drink in his. he stops whatever mocking sentence he was beginning to say to instead look at you with a smirk, “you’re blushing.”

you scowl, “my face turns red when i drink sometimes.”

he shakes his head, “your face wasn’t red until i scooted closer to you.” he leans in further and you try to back away, “you want me to kiss you y/n?” he smirks and you push his chest back.

“that is not why i’m red jungkook, get away from me.”

he sits back where he was before, albeit still much closer in proximity. “you’re lying to yourself. i get it, being as attractive as i am and us not being able to see other people.” he looks to you, “it’s bound to happen at some point.”

you shake your head, “maybe you feel that way, but i don’t need constant attention and entertainment.”

he scowls, “i do not.”

you laugh, “clearly, you do. It’s only been three weeks jungkook.”

“four.” he corrects.

you stare at him confused, “we’ve been ‘dating’ for three.” you put air quotes around the word ‘dating’.

he shakes his head, “no, like, four weeks since i’ve seen a woman other than you.”

you nod, “ah, must really be killing you.”

he sighs, “yeah, really must be hard on me if i just hit on you.”

you frown, “yeah, like you’re not attracted to me.”

he eyes you, “i make no comment on that.”

you laugh, “you don’t have to say it for me to know its true.” he scowls at you but you don’t allow him to continue the bickering. “okay, i should head home.”

he continues sitting on his couch, “its hardly even 9.”

you slip your shoes and jacket on, “yeah? i told you i had to study.” he whines childishly, “fine, whatever, be lame.”

you grin, “awe, miss me already?”

he looks at you then back towards the tv, “you’re really not as amusing as you think you are.”

“you clearly find me interesting enough to ask me to hang out when it's unrelated to our plan.”

he teases, “because you’re easy, what were you going to do? say no?”

jungkook clearly finds this amusing but you realize not only did that last comment hurt, but it was also obvious he had no idea how petty it was.

“okay then, if that’s how you see me.” you grab your stuff and open the door when he shouts out at you.

“god, wait up.” he groans, lifting himself off the couch. you tell him not to bother with taking you home. “what? why?” you try to close the door after telling him bye but he’s as stubborn as ever, “don’t close my own door on me, what's your problem?”

you sigh and just begin to walk away from his apartment, still chasing after you, being a dick. “seriously y/n, let me take you home.” he grabs onto your arm and you’re ready to punch him. jungkook pisses you off in many ways and has wronged you. for the benefit of you both, you looked past it all. in order for this plan to really work, jungkook still had to change. you knew he was a flawed man, but you didn’t think he would be this ignorant and immature.

“stop following me creep!”

he takes a step back and looks at you like you cussed him out in a different language, “what the hell are you talking about.”

“i said i was leaving, you clearly pissed me off, now you’re chasing after me? seriously jungkook get a fucking clue and leave me alone!”

he scoffs, “what am i supposed to do? just leave you to roam around at night because you can’t take a joke?”

“yes! i’m not your problem.”

“you literally are my problem.”

you look at him confused, then chuckle, “no, as it happens you are my problem. you are also your own problem. hilarious isn't it?” he begins to tell you off but your patience for his bs has thinned, “what’s even more funny jungkook? is that you know your flaws and have done absolutely nothing to work past them. you could have anything in the world, it’s all practically handed to you! all you’d have to do is put the slightest effort in to impress your dad and it's yours!” you’ve effectively silenced him as he stands before you, “and yet you still pick a route of mistrust and manipulation. i’m doing this because i have to, you're doing this because it's easier than genuinely trying."

you have so much more to say about him. he’s once never apologized for what he did to you and how he’s treated you in the past, and all the passive-aggressive taunts and jokes in between. and you never asked him to. because you knew he wouldn’t be sorry. that was just the way he was. and it sickened you to know this. you figured you could look past it, because he has some redeeming qualities, and in order for this to work you had to find them. trying to pretend to date someone you truly couldn’t stand wouldn’t work well for you, so you really did try. and yet, he continued to disappoint you with his entitlement and arrogance.

“you still think of me like that?” he chuckles, “you sound like you can’t even stand me, so why come up with this stupid plan?!” you open your mouth and he interrupts you, “you’re stupid too, you know. not only do you totally not have to do this to have a successful career, you also can’t see how hypocritical you are.”

you scoff, “don’t act like i’ve done things as desperate and terrible as you have.”

he laughs, “you haven’t? really? miss ‘will stop at nothing to get what i want’? i don’t believe you for a fucking second, y/n.”

“well i haven’t! this,” you say, pointing between the two of you, “this the worst thing i’ve ever done.”

he shakes his head, “you're a hypocrite either way. if this is the worst you've done then you clearly haven’t done everything in your power, yeah? nothing but a pretentious wannabe.”

your face is bright red and your body is aching as if you’re going to cry. you knew that was the last thing you wanted to do in front of jungkook. “just fuck-off jungkook. you clearly will never understand how you could be in the wrong, let alone apologize and be a better person. god help the miserable woman that actually falls in love with you.”

he bites his lip ring, “bet you still wish it was you, for real.”

you stare at him dumbfounded, “you really are just an ass and nothing more. what a miserable life.” he tries to talk back, no doubt something even meaner than what he’s already said, “goodbye, jungkook.” you walk away from him, only getting a few steps before shouting out, hoping he could still hear you, “can’t wait to tell your dad about this.”

weeks past and you neither heard of nor saw anything from jungkook. in the beginning, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. not like that, you tell yourself. anyone who had just been through what you had would also obsessively think over it for at least a few weeks. it wasn’t all bad though, no more jungkook meant no more plan, which also meant all the time in the world to focus on preparing for your last year in school and your new internship. which would all be good! had it not been for your obvious avoidance of your boss.

you were terrified of talking to him above all else. you were stuck in this stand-off with jungkook, and his dad, in the middle of it all. you couldn’t be sure what jungkook had told him, if anything, and if he hadn’t, you didn’t know if you were still ‘together’ or not. you simply didn’t have the answers and you were sure as hell not going to be the one that asks first.

as fate would have it, jungkook was actually having a worse time than you were.

it had been three weeks since you walked out his door and he felt an array of emotions. many of which, he had no words for. “who shat in your cheerios?”

his brother looks at him with a fake pout on his face. jungkook looks at him annoyed and unamused, and ignores him. dinner at his parents house every tuesday night was a requirement with few reasonable exceptions. tonight was no different. “you’ve had such a shitty attitude lately.” he tells him, leaning over the table. “i mean, you’re normally unpleasant, but this is new even for you.”

jungkook’s patience is wearing extremely thin and this is not helping. “is that your convoluted way of worrying about me.” he teases. “don’t worry big bro.” he reaches out to ruffle his hair, “i feel fantastic!”

his brother swats his hand away and they both lean back in their seats as their mother joins them at the table. jungkook would blow this off if he could, but he figures it's the least he could do considering the days he has to make his father proud are slowly ticking away.

he thinks you’re teasing him. and not in the sexy way. he figured he was done for in more ways than one after you left his house that night. and he also knew he couldn’t count all the things he’d done wrong to you on both of his hands. maybe even his toes. he doesn’t know for sure, he knows he’s blind to all the stupid and mean things he does due to the way he was raised. he tells himself he can’t help it and he shouldn’t have to. people will either like and accept him for him, or they won’t. that's not his problem. but he knew the difference between the hurtful things he said and you said, were that your words were true. and now he was paying the price.

you seemingly haven’t told his dad. he wasn’t sure why, exactly. you told him you would. he thought you’d sealed his fate after that night and come monday morning you would be singing the story to his father. but days passed and he still hadn’t heard anything from you or his father. he hated this.

“jungkook,” his father calls to him, his heart skips a beat each time he does, knowing one of these days will be his end, “have you heard from y/n? you are still seeing her, right?” jungkook wasn’t sure what to say. the last thing he wanted to do was both be a terrible, unfit person to run the company but also a liar if he said something that was different to what you’d tell him.

“uhm, yeah.” he says simply, indirectly causing all eyes to raise to him.

“yeah? you mean yes.” he corrects. “so, you are still seeing her?”

jungkook’s brother hops into conversation first. “oh, yeah you’re seeing that girl, must not be going well.” he shoves another spoonful of food in his mouth afterwards, nothing more needed to be said after his comment sent the rest of them into a frenzy.

“oh no jungkook, what did you do-”

“seriously son?”

“god!” he slams his fists on the table. “why do you all assume the worst of me?” the table was silent. “i didn’t even say we weren’t together, so why did you take this idiot’s joke as truth and blame me for something that didn’t even happen?” they stare at him as he finishes his outburst, “do you comprehend how unfair that is?”

his dad is the first to speak after a moment of uncomfortable silence. “that is unfair, but every time i’ve given you the benefit of the doubt, you’ve proven me wrong.”

jungkook looks up at his father. “thats not fair-”

“then what is fair?”

jungkook didn’t know how to respond. he knew what he wanted to say. fuck, he wanted to scream it. he wanted to throw a tantrum and yell at his dad for leaving his mother, for remarrying too quickly, for never caring the way a parent should. any piece of his past that he had no control over. he wanted to berate them for neglecting to fix him the same way they berate him for neglecting to fix himself. that is what he wanted to do. he wanted someone to blame. he was angry at a past he could not change. it was a hopeless venture he was doomed to lose. and in those infuriating moments at dinner, that is when it all came to light.

there was absolutely nothing he could do. he had two options: live a life of hatred and entitlement, or try to change. it sounds simple, but jungkook knew he was comfortable in the first option. that's the life he’d been living the past 10 years, and up until now, it’s worked for him. he also knew the only chance he’d have at letting go of this terrible anger and shaking the reputation he’d put upon himself, was to take a shot at number two.

he didn’t want to. but the defining reason became: if i fail, i just go back.

jungkook left dinner early that night. his family didn’t contact him. he called off from his internship. he lounged around his house doing virtually nothing for about three days before the first epiphany happened. it was listening to mr.kim’s voicemail, “hello, jungkook. hope you’re feeling well. if you could let me know asap when we can expect you back in, that would be very helpful. please, call me back.”

his first reaction: “fuck this.” followed by lazily turning onto his back, rolling around in his messy bed with a large sigh. his second thought: they’re counting on me, i have to show up. and with more motivation than necessary, he sits up, and dials the number.

jungkook found working tiring, but extremely rewarding. he had low expectations for himself. he felt like shit, felt like the work he did was shit, and like he was holding them back. when the project he was working on was not only picked up by a chief editor, but highly praised, he was beyond surprised.

“i have to say jungkook, i thought you were just following in your fathers footsteps. i was worried you didn’t have any of his talent.” the older man said, “but i have to say, i may like this even more than the work i’ve seen of your fathers.” he grins at him, “it’s a shame you’re not just another uni kid we can sign with, otherwise, you’d be hired.”

jungkook was speechless. he was sure he was red in the face and bowed much further than was necessary, but he didn't care. the old jungkook would have thought they were just saying that to get on his good side, to put them in good-standing with his family. but he knew now that wasn’t the case. he has actual talent. what he viewed as “sucking up” this whole time could very-well have been people simply trying to compliment his work.

and had he not been such a dick, he would have seen it.

jungkook spent the rest of that week and the next making a genuine effort to change the way he acts and thinks. it was hard, and exhausting, and he wasn’t sure the payoff was worth it, but he knew there was still something nagging at him.

so he thought to do the things he’d seen on tv and in movies.

he showed up to your door with flowers and chocolate.

you wanted to punch him.

“what… the hell are you doing.”

he stares at you stunned, this was not the reaction he was banking on. “t-they’re for you.”

you blink. once. twice. “why.”

he furrows his brows, “aren’t you gonna let me in?”

you match his expression, “no.”

he looks offended and you scoff. “i’m here because i’m sorry.”

you look surprised, “sorry?” you laugh, “sorry for what?”

he nods, “well, everything, really. i haven’t been nice to you if it wasn’t to serve another purpose. i-i’ve manipulated you, lied to you, raised my voice, said really mean things.” you nod to all of this, arms crossed over your chest as you stand in your doorway, still in your silk pjs because you had the day off and you weren’t banking on this.

come to think of it, how did he know you’d be home?

“and most of all, i’m sorry for not treating you like a friend, when that’s all you tried to be.”

his words interest you. “well, for starters, i appreciate the gesture.” he shakes his head quickly.

“you deserve more.”

you nod wearily, suspiciously, “and thanks for apologizing.” he looks up to you with a hopeful grin, which you crush, “but apology not accepted.”

he looks at you with wide, puppy dog eyes. you’re surprised his lip doesn’t start quivering. “y-you don’t accept it?” you shake your head. “h-how can i get you to forgive me, then?”

you laugh, “i don’t think there is a way.”

he looks like a deflated balloon, you almost feel bad. but you don’t. “so what, are we just done with this whole plan?”

you chuckle, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you point at him, “see? i knew you were only here for that reason-”

“no! that’s really not it! please y/n-”

“just fuck off jungkook!” you open your door and he shouts as you’re closing it.

“i’m leaving these here!” you don’t reply, but for some reason you stand on the other side of the door, listening. hoping that wasn’t it. “and i’m going to keep trying.”

you don’t notice the smallest, tiniest, smile that grows.

but you insist, you still hate jeon jungkook.

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Test Dummy - jjk

college gives you the perfect fresh start, far, far away from your brother and any of his cock-blocking friends. or so, you thought.

» genre: fluff! best friends brother 👀 college au, little steamy and mentions of s3x.

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Test Dummy - jjk

We’ve all heard about “forbidden love”. We’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, watched all of the predictable tv shows. I mean, what did you think was going to happen, they weren’t going to get together?

And yet, we continue to eat it up, every time, without fail.

“What is your beef with romance? Would you rather it be easy and straight to the point or do you think writers should end every romance in tragedy?” Mina scoffs and laughs at the foot of the bed as she proof-reads my essay. “I just don’t understand your point, y/n.”

I snatch the laptop away from her, “If you’re going to start making comments before you even finish reading it, I’m not going to let you read it at all!”

She laughs and rolls onto her back on my bed, “Fine, whatever, you probably don’t need anyone else to read it anyway, I’m sure it’s great.”

I nod, “You’re right, I don’t, you asked, remember?”

She grins, “Did I?”

I roll my eyes, “Shoo, leave my house.” Her boyfriend had texted her fifteen minutes ago saying he was on his way from her parents house, “why didn’t you invite your new boyfriend again?” I ask, referring to the cellphone in her hand as she slings her coat on and grabs her purse.

Her brows raise and she thinks about her words before speaking, something I most definitely never do, and she reminds me all the time. “Honestly? I knew your brother and his heathens would be back too, and the last thing I want him around is more testosterone.”

She laughs, having previously mentioned this one is the jealous type (which is apparently, something she’s into) and she was correct in assuming my house would look the same it did in high school, Seokjin and his friends all running around the house, being loud, eating all the food, and bothering any other life-forms in the house.

“Yeah you’re right, this place is still a sausage fest. However, I think today only four of seven losers are here. Not sure though, they’ve been quiet the last hour.”

She nods, “Must be eating.”

I shake my head as well, “Food! Oh god I’m totally gonna go crash their party, I’ll walk you out.”

I bid Mina goodbye and sigh in relief as I close the door. Not that I didn’t enjoy Mina’s presence, we’ve been friends for years and despite going to different schools after graduating, we’ve still kept in touch, but entertaining people for that long, is always taxing on my social battery.

Just as Mina and I make a habit out of reuniting during school breaks and holidays, as does Seokjin and his annoying group of friends.

I stroll around the downstairs area of my family home, parents gone somewhere I’m sure they mentioned but I’m sure I ignored, and no boys to be found. “Must be in his room or something.” I mumble to myself, opening the fridge and bending down to grab a soda.

“Actually we’re in the basement dusting off the pool table, hand me one?” I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of another voice in the room, let alone directly behind me. He grins widely, “Hi, pretty.”

I smack his shoulder and shove a drink in his hand before walking past him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, and furthermore,” I lower my voice and turn to face him, now separated by the kitchen bar, “why the hell are you talking to me like that here? That is beyond off-limits!”

He’s still sporting a shit-eating grin, “You were actually being serious about not telling your family?” I widen my eyes and gesture around us, he scoffs, “Y/N, seriously?”

I sigh, “Jungkook, this is just,” I pause, “too weird to deal with right now.”

He circles the table coolly, still leaving a respectable distance between us, “I vividly remember you saying something different a few months ago, probably when we were in my bed, but oh! Maybe it was yours?” He laughs, as if what he was saying was actually funny, “Sorry, after so many times I just get confused.”

I scan the room again, my face dark red and my hair falling from behind my ears as I aggressively point my finger, “We already talked about this and you promised me Jungkook! Now drop it.”

He takes steps closer until his chest is brushing against my finger and I drop my hand in defiance, “I didn’t agree to be your sneaky-link, I want to be your boyfriend.”

“No.” I state simply, turning to leave the room.

Jungkook quickly grabs onto my arm, “Come on Y/N, just rip the bandaid off, and tell them you’re seeing someone! Better yet, he’s right god damn here to support you! Aren’t you exhausted from this constant tug and pull thing you’ve got going on?”

I pull away from him and very theatrically tell him, “NO.” He sighs dramatically and I scoff, “What on earth do I have to tell anyone? Not only are we not together, but you are also Seokjin’s best friend.”

He throws his head back in annoyance, “I don’t understand-”

“And I will be more than glad to talk you through it, after break.” I stop him right there, tired from repeating the same argument over, and over again.

Before leaving for university, the thought of ever being with one of my brothers delinquent friends sounded appalling. I had to listen to their male nonsense my entire life, being dragged around and made fun of and simultaneously, extremely cock-blocked. Not a single date-night, crush, date to dances, anything. If I wanted one, he’d be scrutinized and scared off. It was impossible, and incredibly annoying.

So imagine my delight, leaving for school knowing I had successfully avoided both my brother, and every single one of his associates.

That is until Jungkook transfers his second year, and didn’t tell anyone where-to until it was too late.

Which I figured, whatever. The likely chance we’ll ever cross paths is slim to none, no problem!

Except he latched onto me like an actual parasite. It had taken him long enough to find the overlap in our schedules, my study time coincided with his! Oh and his gym-time too! And he liked getting coffee around the same time as me as well! Oh and he doesn’t like the treadmills at the gym anymore, and would much rather run at the same time as me, on the same path, and at the same pace.

I questioned his motives from the start, and eventually gave up on pushing him away. I could have worse company, I suppose. And compared to the rest of his and Seokjin’s friend’s, I did know him the best, and disliked him the least.

We actually grew close in a short amount of time and I found myself enjoying his company, although I still struggle to admit it. I tried so hard to clear my life of my brother's shadow looming over me but Jungkook never mentioned it. He actually seemed to pick up on my avoidance, and what I was trying to do by going to a big school and one I knew no one else was attending. He was perfect in the sense that I never had to tell Jungkook what I was thinking, he just, knew. He also knew what to do, and just what I needed.

As one should have expected, you can’t just fling yourself into the dating world head-first and expect everything to work out how you imagined it would. I had no experience! No precursor, no context clues, no cues, and absolutely zero clue that the rules and expectations of college-dating was completely different to those you read about.

I was on the third failed date when Jungkook decided it was time to ask, even though I knew he was hesitant.

It was autumn, the leaves turning cool to warm-tones and trees shedding, I remembered the extra crunch during my morning run with Jungkook. He sat against my bed with a textbook in front of him and a notebook in his lap when he looks up at me on my bed, “How did your date go?”

I hum, looking at him questioningly, knowing damn-well I had never mentioned my dating life to Jungkook. “You know, you won’t shrivel up and die if you ask people for help.”

I begrudgingly chuckle at his comment, “I don’t need to ask for help. Men are just stupid and horny.”

He nods, “I don’t deny that, but, perhaps you’re fishing in the wrong pool.”

I sigh, “I’ve fished from different pools! I did the ‘helpful guy in my maths class’ and the ‘cute guy always in the library’ and even dating apps! And one would think if you just wanted to have sex, you would NOT put ‘looking for a relationship’ in your bio, but I suppose some people just aren’t that logically-inclined?”

He grins and leans his head back against my bed, “actual dating isn’t what half of the guys your age are looking for right now. Sorry to say it, but unless flings are what you’re looking for, first-year guys aren’t going to offer more.” He speaks easily, almost tentatively, as if he was breaking hard news to me. “At least, not this early in the year. But I get your enthusiasm, it’s not like you got out much in school.”

I raise my eyebrows to that, “That’s for damn sure.” We both chuckle, and I sigh annoyed, “It’s just upsetting, like everyone is at a completely different place in their lives than me, I mean, fuck I’ve never so much as made out with someone!” I laugh and he hesitantly laughs after me, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t register at the time, but I continued, because he was listening, and for once I felt comfortable enough to tell someone other than Mina, and I needed that. She wasn’t here anymore, and doing things on my own wasn’t working. “I just, feel so detached and angry.”

He nods, leaving a few moments of silence to ensure I was done before speaking, “I mean, if it bothers you that much and you think it’d help, I will certainly volunteer to be your test dummy.”

I smile before his words really sink in and I look down to him with brows furrowed, he’s grinning with a pained expression, “what do you mean by that Jungkook?”

His eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender, “I-I strictly mean it in a if-it-would-help sense, just, trying to offer solutions! Sorry, that was weird and wrong.”

He slouches back down and buries himself in his work, and it’s not spoken of again.

Two weeks later, and my morning runs with Jungkook have become a given, and as the leaves turn redder and begin to brown and fall off, I find his presence more and more comforting. I’m not sure exactly when the lines blurred. I wish I could say I was on something. I wasn’t sober, I was lonely, I was just being stupid. But none of it was true. Well, that last bit is partly true, I was stupid, for not seeing what was going on until it was right in front of me.

“Why not you?” I speak aloud, almost as if my thoughts had slipped past the gates in my brain and right out of my mouth.

It catches Jungkook off-guard, my out of context bambling. He was just stretching against a nearby tree after our run, and asked me what coffee shop I was in the mood for. “Why not me, what?”

I stare at him, mouth agape, and I’m sure it takes me much longer than it should have to conjure up a response. I ran through my options, lie, surely. It’s not supposed to go like this.

Or, just tell him. Jungkook had been a more than good friend to me up until then, why not? “Why not you?” I repeat. He doesn’t speak, leaving me to fill in more of the blanks. I catch my breath finally, “You, Jungkook.” I say, he nods, slowly, almost like he was worried or scared. “Why not go on a date, with you?”

He stares at me. Emotionless. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t so much as move the stray hair falling into his eyes from underneath his hoodie. I laugh, “Nevermind, that was stupid of me.”

He stills, before shaking out of it then shaking his head profusely, “No no no no, not stupid.” I raise my brows and he looks me in the eyes, “I mean, are you being serious?”

I nod slowly, “Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense, and you even brought it up, a while ago.”

He hums, “Yeah, I’m sure I did, but, when?”

He asks for a reminder, “When you told me you volunteered to be my ‘test dummy’ for relationships. So why not, show me what it’s like.”

Something told me his reaction was disingenuous, “Oh, yeah, sure.”

He smiled anyway, picking up his bag and water, “Well, in that case, let our first date be a coffee date, on me.” He animatedly looped his arm around mine and walked away from our running trail and towards the nearby shop.

Jungkook was, as expected, a perfect gentleman. And I thought, that was what he was supposed to be. We were doing this whole thing so I could get some experience under my belt with less hassle and pressure, it was perfect.

There was always something, though. A little voice screaming at me that something is wrong and needed to be addressed. But neither of us did. Not when he walked me to my ‘doorstep’ (the front of my building) on our third date and told me, “this is when any good man would likely try to kiss you.” He looked at me, I looked at him and nodded, “the third date?” He nodded, “Yep, of course, only if you’re showing signs you’re interested, and even better if he explicitly asks.”

I nod and smile up at him, both of our hands shoved into our pockets, the wind making the nighttime much chillier. He bites at his bottom lip and shifts his weight from his toes, to his heels, and back and forth, until I say, “so, are you going to ask?”

This stops him, “ask… what?”

I laugh, thinking how stupid of a question, “To kiss me?”

His eyes widen, and then he leans back, shaking his head with a grin, “No no, this isn’t-”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head, “No, nothing, you’re perfect.”

I ignore the way my cheeks flush despite the cold, “Okay then.” I lead on, he looks at his feet. He never tried to leave, he never told me goodnight, offered to kiss me on the cheek, he just did, nothing.

And I simply wasn’t having that.

I leaned up on my toes and pulled my warm hands from my pockets and placed them tentatively on his face, and I kissed him.

It was quick, I had kissed someone before, albeit years ago, and I was not confident at all in my skills. But I was confident in myself. I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn’t think it was right.

I bid him goodbye that night, and life went on just as it always did. From that line crossed, every line there on after became more and more blurred. When exactly “trial dating” became real dating, I’m unsure.

It gave me a perfect excuse as to why I was spending so much time with Jungkook, and why I was enjoying it, until I tried wine for the first time. We both had a decent amount, and I had sex for the first time.

That, still, is one of my largest regrets. I mostly wish we could go back, and do it differently. Or had at least weighed the outcomes of putting me, the guy I liked, and a bottle of wine and zero reference of a tolerance in a romantically-set up room.

From then on, Jungkook and I have argued over what we are, what to do, what we were doing, at all. I had made a bubble. A perfectly constructed, safe space. No one holding me back, judging me, or shadows looming. I was comfortable in my bubble.

That was until break came, and my bubble literally, popped.

I told Jungkook, (I’ll admit, rather coldly) that from the moment we were back in our hometown, none of this had ever happened. “If they ask, we kept up with each other on campus as friends, but that was it.”

He did not take well to this, but what was I supposed to do? Re-introduce one of my brother's closest friends as “my friend I go on dates with and kiss and sleep with every so often but he’s not really my boyfriend I don’t know we haven’t figured it out yet.” ???? Absolutely not. It is too complicated, too fast, too much for my brain to deal with all at once. It is bad enough returning home, and even worse knowing my problems were following me and harassing me in my own kitchen.

Jungkook sighs, having relented, “I don’t know what else to do, y/n.”

I pause for a moment, then shrug, “I’ve told you, i-it’s a hard situation. And any normal guy in your position would most definitely not be invited to my home during holiday, let alone bonding with my entire family and even join us for freaking christmas dinner if he wanted.”

His eyes look past me before nodding solemnly, “I get that, really, I-I’ve kept my distance! I’ve done what you asked, but you’re not even meeting me halfway.”

I put my hands out in front of him, “There is no half-way Jungkook.” I look to the basement door when I hear a voice and the steps creaking, “As of right now, there is nothing to talk about.”

He opens his mouth to complain and I loudly hush him, “Ah! Stop talking.”

He tries speaking again, no doubt further complaints about how unfair I’m being, and thankfully he notices Seokjin seconds before he slings his arm around him with a grin, “Wondered what was taking you so long to grab my coke.”

He laughs it off and Seokjin crosses the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, and I turn to leave before he calls out to me, “Yeah?”

“There’s still pizza down there, and we found the missing 4 striped ball.” He points at the basement door with the drink in his hand and chuckles, “Which if I remember correctly, you lost when you practically threw it at me.”

I roll my eyes, “I did not throw it at you, you hid it from me so I couldn’t win, I was beating you so bad you had to cheat.”

He chortles, “Yeah, that may be, but I’m nowhere near the best player anymore, you could easily win even if I cheated.”

I nod, “Yeah I’m sure-”

“Actually, Jungkook beat me twice and Taehyung forfeited, that's why we sent him up here, so we could have our own losers match.” He makes himself laugh even harder, walking back over to Jungkook, “We’re gonna go play mario kart in my old bedroom, you can join us or see if y/n is still the best at pool.” He speaks to Jungkook, but looks at me.

I shake my head, “It’s not that deep-”

“Of course! We have to.” Jungkook says quickly. I narrow my eyes towards him and he grins cockily, “unless you know you’ll already lose.”

I roll my eyes, “Comedic, you’ve always been a sore loser, I refuse for the sake of your ego.”

He scoffs, “Nope. Liar. You know you’re no good anymore and you’ll lose.”

I shake my head, “You’ll say anything to get me to play.”

He leans against the table, “Just one round. And I’ll even offer best of three, when you lose.” He grins cockily and I mock him.

“Whatever. ONE round, that’s it.”

Seokjin claps, “Perfect! Winner can run their victory lap around the house and boasting rights until next year, and loser pays our dinner later.” He pats our backs excitedly before jogging up to his room, Taehyung not far behind him.

Jungkook and I enter the basement, setting up the game and talking shit, as one does. “Who’s breaking?”

He smiles, holding his chosen pool cue, “Ladies first.”

I nod, “Such a gentleman.”

He laughs, “Yeah, that’s what got me into your pants.”

I mess up my shot and berate him. “I have half the mind to come over there and use this forcefully.” I lift up my pool cue and he pretends to be scared.

“Oh no! Please don’t!” I walk over to him, slap his chest and I only get one good (albeit, wimpy, compared to his strength) hit in before he grabs both of my hands and backs me into the pool table. He leans into me, our bodies touching leaving absolutely no room, and he kisses me.

I’m able to forget my surroundings and lose all rationality when he kisses me. He licks at my lips and I let his tongue slide past, soon enough his hands drop the cue, mine long forgotten as his hands slide down my body and he lifts me onto the table.

My hands are split, one tangling his hair and the other feeling his chest. He continues to kiss me fervently, hungrily, like he was touch-starved and in dire need of attention. He pulls me close and rubs against me, showing me how bad he wants me and it takes all the strength I have left to pull away, calling out to him. He ignores me the first time, kissing me in response to his name. I pull away again, “Jungkook.” he hums, busying himself with kissing and biting my neck, “Jungkook, w-we can’t.”

My pleas fall on deaf ears. “Jungkook, please,” my hands tug on his arms that are wrapped around me, “not here.”

He buries his face in my neck and leans into me with an annoyed groan. I let him rest like that for a while, waiting until he lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t actually want to play pool.”

I chuckle, “Me neither.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay so let's use this table for a much better purpose.” He leans back into kiss me and I turn away, laughing at his desperate attempt.

“Jungkook, it’s bad enough, what we’re doing, let alone to do it in my house, where Seokjin is literally in, right now.”

He whines, “I don’t care! I will go up there right now and tell him-”

“Tell him what?!” Jungkook stops in his tracks. “Tell him what, Jungkook?” He doesn’t respond. “Exactly. We don’t have a label. I’m not ready to figure this out yet, there’s nothing to tell them now.”

His gaze softens and he steps towards me, his hands resting on my thighs as he draws circles on them, “But we’ll tell them eventually? It won’t be like this, much longer?”

I sigh, scratching his head and looking him in the eyes, “if we become official, if we really work out, then yes, of course. We’ll tell them.”

He kisses me again, barely parting our lips, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

I kiss him back and laugh, “Really? That’s all it took?” He furrows his brows. “Jungkook, I’ve been saying that since the beginning. Albeit, quite meaner.”

He nods, “You were being a megabitch, but I really like you so I didn’t mind.” He presses our noses together and smiles. I push his chest offendedly and he doesn’t move an inch, “You were stressed, worried, and confused, I don’t blame you. I should've been more sympathetic.” I kiss him again and thank him, followed by my own apology for mistreating him. “But there is still something different this time.”

I hum, “Yeah? What.”

He grins, “You acknowledged us being together.”

I roll my eyes, knowing I couldn’t hide the way my cheeks heat while trapped in his arms, “Whatever, stop talking.”

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