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That Night of Graduation ⇾ jjk [oneshot]

⌁ pairing; reader (f) x Jeon Jungkook

⌁ genre/rating; 18+ explicit content, strangers to lovers, right person wrong time??, friends to lovers.

⌁ summary; After a stupid game of Truth or Drink you are convinced into telling everyone about the time you and Jungkook hooked up together the night of college graduation. A missed connection that you and Jungkook hadn't even talked about. Bringing up some unexpected feeling that you hadn't realized had been lingering between the two of you.

⌁ word count; 24.3k

⌁ warnings; verysoftdom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected sex (reader on birth control) and protected sex, two smut scenes for all the horny bitches, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, begging, teasing, hair pulling, nipple/breast play, oral sex (m & f receiving), fluffy smut, smut, jungkook is very sweet, drinking, this is a long oneshot I am so sorry.

I also have this fic posted on ao3 as well under the same username. <3 (Also sorry if there is mistakes. Still trying to find them all.)

“Come on I want to do something!” Tae’s voice roared over everyone laughing and drinking.

To set the scene, You had stuck with Tae and Yoongi for most of the night just chatting in the kitchen. Namjoon and his girlfriend Sana were in competition in a heated game of Mario kart. Jungkook and Jimin were playing a sober version of beer pong whereas Jin and Hoseok were not. While Yuna and Cece were watching. Music was a medium hum over everyone else’s noise.

Tae jumped down from his spot next to you on the counter.

“I’m just bored! I don’t want to sit here and chat all night!” He grumbled, you and Yoongi give each other a knowing look knowing he’s just getting moody from drinking.

“We always go do something, we took a majority vote and decided to stay in remember?” Yoongi patted him on the shoulder and took a swig of his drink.

“Yeah some people have to work tomorrow morning so it was easier to stay in.” You chimed in.

“I know,” Tae pouted, “Can we do like truth or dare or something?”

“What are we 13?” Yoongi laughed at him.

“Come on I know you all have some dirt I don’t know about.” Tae wiggled his eyebrows and both of you and you wiggled yours back.

“Doubt that.” You snort and take a drink from your cider.

“What is Tae grumbling about?” Jungkook came trotting into the kitchen with all the cups filled with water from him and Jin’s game. He dumps them out into the sink.

“Tae wants to play a game like truth or dare because we can’t go have an adventure.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m down.” Jungkook says his back still turned to you all.

“Seriously?” Your eyes meet his.

“Yes!” Tae grins from ear to ear.

“I think everyone is just trying to wind down though.” Yoongi jumps in.

Which was true, everyone seemed to be slowing down as the night went on.

“Well why don’t we do like just truths.” Tae suggests and looks between you.

You give a knowing look over to Jungkook. You hadn’t played a game like that in a long while.

“How about we do truth or drink but people can pick their drink. Y/N and I have played it before.” Jungkook suggests.

You looked surprisingly at him, you hadn’t thought about it in a long time. It was never a night either of you had mentioned to your friends either. Yoongi gives a confused look.

He never really thought of you two hanging out before.

“I don’t know.” You glance at your feet. “I mean last time we played it we ended up drunk in the middle of downtown.”

“We made it back safe.” He pulled himself a soda out of the fridge and opened it. “Besides that was our graduation party so we were just celebrating.”

“Yeah but that was just us.” You almost cut yourself off because you realized not anyone else knew about this.

Tae had already left the kitchen to go round up the others.

“Scared we will learn your deepest secrets.” Yoongi pokes your legs, and you bat his hands away.

“I’m more scared about yall’s secrets I’m going to have to hear.” You smirk.

“Back up though, when were you two alone at graduation?” Yoongi back tracked and glanced between you and Jungkook. You look at Jungkook and sigh.

“Remember we stayed behind?” You squint your eyes trying to remember.

“We we’re both done celebrating graduation before the rest of you guys. We just stayed behind and went to bed.” Jungkook took a drink of his drink, he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Yeah that was all.” You shrug.

“You two are being weird. What happened at graduation?” He narrows his eyes between the two of you.

“What about graduation?” Jimin came into the kitchen and pulled a drink for himself out of the fridge and he leaned on the counter next to Jungkook.

“Did you know these two hang out without us?” Yoongi looked at Jimin.

“We don’t hang out,” You roll your eyes. “It was that one night.”

“I thought you two didn’t like each other if I’m being honest.” Jimin took a sip of his drink looking between you both.

“I like Jungkook fine!” You exclaim and hop off the counter, “and nothing happened, we just went to bed.”

“I remember Jungkook not coming back to the room til like 8am.” Jimin spoke up.

You looked surprisingly over at him.

“Oh really?” Yoongi gives a curious look to you and then Jungkook and then back to Jimin. ��Tell me more.”

“I was in the room before you came back, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, trying to change topics.

“No I remember.” Jimin was insistent now, “We got back at roughly 5:30 and no you didn’t come back til 8. I remember because I was pissed at you waking me up so early.”

“You must be remembering it wrong buddy.”

“You sure he wasn’t there before and just left and came back?” You cough a little. You knew you were lying but playing along with Jungkook.

“Why are you both so defensive about it?” Yoongi picked up on the tone change.

You look over to Jungkook who was still had been staring at you. Both of you have had never repeated the events of that night. You weren’t even sure if he remembered most of it since you both were pretty wasted.

“What was that?” Jimin eyes both of you and you snapped your eyes to him.

“What was what?” Jungkook said non-chalantly, he smirked looking back to you. You couldn’t help but laugh but it came out more as a cough.

“You guys shared a look.” He pouted, he for sure saw it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You smile to yourself as you take a sip of your drink.

“Stop messing around!” Jimin hits Jungkook on the shoulder.

You had a feeling Jimin wasn’t going to let it go though.

Tae right then pulled everyone out of the kitchen into the living room. Everyone had got themselves a drink of some kind, some people went for just beer or cider, and others went just for water or soda. You all sat in a circle around Tae’s coffee table, you and Yoongi decided to share the smaller couch together as you took up most of the room which he protested too. Jimin Jungkook, Sana and Namjoon had taken their places on the couch, while everyone else had found their places on the ground. Tae was standing at the front of the room waiting for everyone to calm down.

“So what are we playing?” Yuna raised her hand as if she was in class.

“Jungkook do you want to explain what it is?” Tae held his hand to Jungkook. Jungkook stood up from his spot on the couch.

“Basically all it is, is truth or drink. You get asked a question and you can either choose to answer it or you can take a sip of your drink. Go wild.” He smiles and takes his seat back down on the couch.

“Is anything off limits?” Jin asks and glances around to everyone.

Everyone nods and seems to silently agree that nothing is off limits. Everyone has known each other long enough that we never really had any boundaries with each other.

The game started with Tae and slowly worked it’s way around. It started off fairly tame and slowly got progressively more interesting. Cece has slept with an A list celebrity but can’t tell us who. Hoseok flirted with a professor to get a better grade in one of his classes in his first year of college. And it went on like this for a while, not all the secrets people spilled were stuff we hadn’t known already either. You had also answered a few questions but nothing that you weren’t too hesitant to answer in the first place.

Eventually questions had made there way back around to Tae who was pretty tipsy at this point because he had many questions he did not want to answer.

“Alright,” he glanced around the circle before he pointed at Jimin, “Jiminie, truth or drink.”

“Bring it.” He said in a playful tone.

“Have you ever slept with someone in our friend group?”

This brought a resounding ‘oh’ from everyone in the group. Shockingly this question hadn’t come up already.

Jimin took a quick glance around the room, almost as if we wasn’t sure if he had or not.

“Other than a sleepover, No Tae I have not slept with anyone in the room.” Jimin said confidently with a cheeky grin on face, “None of you are my type anyways.”

“Ugh you’re boring.” Jin grumbled, he was hoping to hear something juicy.

“Yeah ask something good for this next one.” Yoongi has been silent for a while and finally spoke up. You had almost thought he was falling asleep. “The game is getting stale.”

Jimin placed a finger over his mouth as he scanned everyone. You rolled your eyes and you began to take a sip of your drink. Trying to remain unnoticed, which to your avail hadn’t worked.

“Y/N.” he said very abruptly.

You choking on your drink a little bit.

“What’s up baby?” You smile at him playfully, you may also be a bit tipsy.

Jimin was silent for a moment as a devilish grin played on his lips as he looked between you and Jungkook. Jungkook who was completely wrapped up in his phone.

“Truth or Drink,” He was taunting you a bit, “What happened between you and Jungkook the night of our graduation party.”

Everyone seemed to fall quiet at the question. Too quiet, you were sure everyone heard your stomach turn. You began to chew on your bottom lip a bit as everyones eyes landed on you. You looked down to your drink and were ready to take the L and not hear the end of it for the rest of the night. It was something you and Jungkook hadn’t even talked about yourselves since then.

I mean it was two years ago, there was really nothing to talk about.

You had felt yourself lift your hand up slightly, almost making the decision to take a drink before you look over to Jungkook first. His eyes were flickering between the drink in your hand and you. You both stare at each other for a moment.

“Oh come on we have to hear this now.” Tae spoke up and he scooted closer to you like he was a kid waiting for a story.

“With how silent you are we have to know now.” Sana chimed in and Namjoon nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah come on Y/N.” Yoongi bumped your shoulder, and you could see he was also just as curious.

Everyone kind of started to cheer you on to tell the story, you looked back to Jungkook. He just stared at you couldn’t tell if he wanted you to tell the story either.

“Do you want me to tell them?” You mouth to him.

“Might as well.” He rolls his eyes and shrugs, him also knowing you won’t make it out of this without saying something.

“Alright,” you sit up on the edge of the couch and let out a long sigh,” The night of our graduation party, Jungkook and I slept together.”

The room went completely silent for a mere second before everyone up roared with their own assorted responses.

“You slept together?”

“We were together the whole night!”

“No way.”

“Do you two even like each other?”

It continued on like this for a moment and you rubbed the side of your temples with an embarrassed smile on your face. Jungkook was also in the same position. He didn’t seem embarrassed though.

“Okay okay okay,” Yuna stood up from her place on the ground, “You got to tell us more.”

“What? No! That’s a completely different question.” You snort, “Let’s continue.”

You look over to Jin who equally wants to know more of what the rest of the group wants to hear.

“Jin, what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done drunk?” You ask, hoping everyone will move on.

“Purple!” He exclaims, “Y/N tell us what led you two to sleeping together.”

“What! You can’t do that! You have to ask someone else a question.” You fold your arms over your chest.

“As the host I will allow it. All those in favor say I.” Tae shouts and a everyone follows suit with a resounding I.

You let out a sigh and look back to Jungkook who is just laughing a bit.

“Don’t laugh.” You chuck a pillow at him and he catches it before it can hit him.

“I don’t think we are leaving before they find out what happened Y/N.”

“Ugh,” You groan, “Do you care if I tell them then?”

“Be my guest.” Jungkook leans back on the couch, looking completely unbothered by all the attention on both of you.

“Okay… where do I even begin.”

*Two Years Prior*

The elevator ride back up to your hotel room felt like it lasted ages, everyone was completely wasted and sweaty. You found yourself at the back leaning against the cool glass that had cooled down the skin on your back. Everyone was still giggling and shuffling around the elevator and you were just trying to make sure you stayed on your own two feet. The dress you wore had luckily stayed on you the whole night but you were ready to sleep.

It seemed as everyone else disagreed with you.

Everyone still seemed to have plenty of life in them, they were just coming back to the hotel to take a quick break and most of them were going to head back out to some of the bars that were open till way late.

The ding of the elevator rung, and everyone piled on our floor and were giggling and screaming.

“Shhh.” Tae was the one who got us our hotel rooms for the night and he wasn’t looking to get us kicked out. “Chill out everyone.”

You smiled at him.

Yoongi and Hoseok had both gotten pretty wasted and were the two who were being the loudest. Usually Jimin would be the one to be loud like them but he was helping Cece just stay on her two feet. Namjoon and Sana could barely keep there hands off each other. It was getting graphic.

You weren’t doing so hot either though, as you were watching everyone you could feel the edge of your eyes blurring, as you tried to reach up to rub your eyes you had completely lost your balance. Falling backwards a bit you felt yourself fall into what felt like a wall, but two arms had caught under neither yours, you looked up to see Jungkook’s face right above yours.

“Oh hello,” You giggled and you tapped the edge of his nose but also fell out of his grip again. He bent down and caught you once more.

He laughed a little at you getting you back to your feet. He was dressed in a nice suit like the other guys but his was correctly tailored to him and looked good. He had his tie completely undone, and he had ditched his jacket to Yuna who had gotten cold on the walk back.

“Hello to you too.” He smiled at you, he has a nice smile. “We need to get you some water.”

“YOU need some water.” You poked his chest and pouted.

“You’re right but let’s take care of you first.” He placed his hand on your lower back and held your other hand in his to help guide you.

Tae had opened his room, and everyone seemed to follow like little drunk sheep and pile into his room. More resounding giggles and screams came as people fell onto the one bed, you found yourself falling onto the couch.

Tae’s room was rather big. He decided to call up his dad for a favor and get us all really nice rooms for the weekend. It helped at times like these that Tae came from a loaded family. The room had a king size bed a full living room set and had a huge tv that hung over a fire place. His room was probably the biggest of everyone’s, yours was nothing to snore at but his was definitely the most luxurious.

Everyone was falling all over the place but seemed to settle down. Some people, including yourself were slowly becoming spent for the night.

“Come on people!” Jin cheered around the room. Clapping to get everyone’s attention and to keep people awake.

“Yeah come on, we are just here to grab some stuff and we are heading back out!” Hoseok joined in and he was encouraging some of the others back on there feet.

Some of them were running in place and doing jumping jacks to get their blood moving, You had completely become one with Tae’s couch. You knew you weren’t going anywhere after this. You hadn’t noticed but since you were sprawled out on the couch, Jungkook had come and sat down on the ground in front of you and he handed you a glass of water.

“Awe thank you.” You lifted your head up and pouted at him and took the glass, he kept a hand on it just in case you dropped it.

“No problem,” He smiled, “You’re probably still going to have a massive hang over in the morning though dummy.”

He pats you on the head slightly and you swat him away, you sit up straight so you can drink the water better.

“You’re the dummy.” You grumble.

“Yeah, I’m not 9 shots deep right now.” He rolled his eyes at you and joined you on the couch.

“I’m not 9 shots deep.”

He lifts your arm up that had the tally marks all down your wrist that count your drinks. Your wrist tingles under the heat of his skin.

“Oh.” You felt yourself snicker.

“Alright let’s go! Everyone got what they need?” Jimin shouts around the room and you hadn’t even noticed that everyone was already all back on their feet, mostly. Ready to head on back out into the night.

“Everyone make sure you have your buddies.” Tae looks around to everyone and make sure they all have a buddy.

Your buddy was Yuna but it seems she found a new buddy in Jimin. You didn’t think you had much more left in you though and you could almost barely stand anymore really. You could completely understand everything happening around you but your body didn’t comply with your actions. You tried to stand up but immediately fell back down to the couch. You almost fall completely onto Jungkook. He catches you. You lift your head to meet his gaze.

“I think I’m done for the night.” You giggle a little and run a hand through your hair.

“I agree, here lay down again.” Jungkook moves off the couch and back down to the floor so you can rest.

“No come on! It’s graduation we still have some partying to do!” Yoongi comes up from behind you and places his hands on your shoulders, just before you can sprawl out again.

“No,” You whine and look up at him, “You go have fun, if I go any longer I will be passing out in the street.”

“You’ll be the only one though.” Hoseok comes up to Yoongi.

“I’m also not going.” You hear Jungkook’s voice from in front of you, you lean your head up to look at him.

“No Kook!” Namjoon stumbles over after hearing him, “You have to go out with us more!”

“Nah, I am also 9 shots deep man. I am done for the night.” He rolls his eyes and hugs Namjoon back after he initiated one.

“I’m going to miss you.” Namjoon fake sobs.

“I’ll miss you too.” Jungkook laughs and gives Namjoon back over to Sana.

Everyone then said their goodbyes to both of you as they headed out the door. You were honestly glad. Even though you had been celebrating you were completely spent for the night it felt like. After everyone had finally piled out the door you fell straight back onto the couch. A long sigh fell from your lips as you felt the weight of your body settle in. You weren’t doing too bad for 9 shots but you sure shouldn’t be at anymore bars for the night.

Jungkook laid himself down on the ground and you could hear some of the bones in his back crack.

“Oh that sounded like it felt good.” You laugh a little.

“I’m getting too old for this shit.”

You hum in agreement.

“You seemed like you had so much more energy! What happened?” You lifted your head to look at him on the ground.

“Jimin happened.”

That made you laugh but your stomach immediately reacted.

“Don’t make me laugh I’m going to puke.” You groan a little and bury your face back into the couch.

“That’ll happen when you’re such a lightweight.” He jokes.

“I am not.”

“I’ve known you for four years, and Tae and Jimin have had a lot of parties.” He rolls his eyes at you, he also placed his arms over his eyes probably to block out the room light.

“God has it really been fucking four years?” You widen your eyes just thinking how long it’s been.

It hadn’t even fully hit you that you will no longer have to go to school anymore and you will be being a real life adult now. You had already had a job lined up and you were staying close to everyone else but it was real now. No more homework, no more teachers.

“Yeah we met when we were sophomores.” He lifted his arm up a bit to look at you.

“Jesus, now I feel old.” You groaned and you rubbed your eyes.

“Tell me about it. I’ve known Jimin since I was 14 so I feel ancient.”

You turned over and you laid down on your back. You tried to pinpoint when you and Jungkook first met but you couldn’t remember. It felt weird because you and Jungkook usually don’t talk like this.

“Jungkook…”

“Yeah?” He sits up, he looked worried, almost like he thought something was wrong.

“I don’t know anything about you.” You also sat up on your elbows.

You genuinely couldn’t think of a time you and Jungkook had hung out like this.

“I guess we never really got to hang out a lot.”

“No, we were always forced together by our friends.”

“Ugh you saying you are forced to be around me?” He pouts, and you reach down and smack his arm.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, never too late to get to know each other.”

“Get to know each other physically” Jimin interrupted you.

Everyone around chuckled and you smiled to yourself.

“Keep going.” Namjoon waves for you to continue.

Everyone around was completely taken by the story.

“Can you hurry up though, I want to get to the good part.” Hoseok says getting impatient. You hit him since he’s sitting so close to you and he laughs.

“Don’t be gross!” You scold him. “Anyways, um...”

You have to pause to think what happened after, it’s been a while so some details were fuzzy.

“We got food remember?” Jungkook chimes in and you glance over to him, everyone seems to turn their attention over to him.

“Yeah we left and got some food because I figured no better way to get to know someone-“ he continues.

“Than over good food.” You both say at the same time as it comes back to you.

Jungkook and you both had run down to one of the pizza places that was still open and brought a few slices back with you, but you decided to hang out in your room instead. You had started to chat a little bit about little things about each other. Talked about high school and how he met Jimin. You talked about how you had first met Tae in a study group and he was absolutely dead set on being your friend. Jungkook also remind you that you two had met through an aggressive game of darts.

“Was that the same night Hobi got a dart in the ass?” You plop yourself down on your bed, and you and Jungkook had made a nice little spread of your pizza slices and the bread sticks you got.

It was a good call to go get pizza. Jungkook mostly ordered everything since he insisted meat lovers is going to be the cure all for your hang over. You both were just sprawled out on your bed now. You were against the headboard and Jungkook was closer to the foot of the bed.

“No, that was actually a year later. No when you and I met he was still dating that one person..” He snapped his fingers trying to pinpoint a name. “I can’t remember but the only reason he got the dart in the ass was because he was so drunk because he had gotten dumped.”

“Oh that’s right.” You took another bite of your pizza.

You both had sat in comfortable silence for a moment. You had just begun to notice Jungkook’s features, he really was an attractive guy. Now that you had recollected the first time you two met, you had remembered that you had thought he was very cute back then. You had always had admired him, but frankly you thought he never really liked you that much. Maybe that’s why you had never really gotten to know each other that well.

“Can I confess something.” You say and having to clear your throat a bit. Jungkook was mid bite and his eyes went wide and looked at you. It made you chuckle a little bit. He tried to bite down on the pizza the string of the pizza was stuck to his mouth. He was struggling.

“Yeah?” He said covering his mouth, and it came out kind of mumbled because his mouth was full.

“In total honesty, I used to think you were very attractive.” You play with you finger nails and scrunch you face a bit before seeing his reaction.

He gave you are wide grin.

“Even with the bowl cut?” He looks shocked and you laughed remembering the bowl cut. It wasn’t horrible but his longer hair suits him better.

“Even with the bowl cut.” You chew on your bottom lip.

“Well,” He sits himself up and he looks towards the ceiling, “I thought the same thing about you.”

“You thought I would be cute with a bowl cut?” You tease him.

“Oh absolutely, the bowl cut look would be super hot for you.” He chuckles a bit.

“Oh, I’ll consider it next time I get a cut done.” You smile, You take a moment to think about what he said. “Wait you thought I was cute?”

You sat straight up in the bed and moved a little closer to his side.

“Oh yeah.”

“That’s it?” You blink at him.

“Well who wouldn’t.” He took a bite of his pizza and he was looking straight at you.

You were a little speechless for a moment. You didn’t find yourself unattractive but I don’t think you had ever had someone be so forward about finding you attractive.

“What?” He interrupts your thoughts.

“I thought you didn’t like me if I am being honest.” You felt embarrassed.

“I thought you didn’t like me.” He sat up in his spot as well, meeting your eye-line. “I was actually going to ask you out.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I think I had asked Tae about it, but he said you just weren’t in that place. Then we just all kept hanging out as a group and then we never really got the chance to talk alone ever.”

You just let out a sigh. It was a what if moment. You thought of the idea of him asking you out. Would you have even said yes at the time? Tae was probably right you wouldn’t have been in the place to have this random guy asking you out.

“Well c’est la vie.” You sigh.

You hadn’t really noticed you two were sitting fairly close to each other at this point. You let out a little cough and get up from the bed and take some of the napkins and other garbage you and Jungkook had made. You still had a bit of energy left. From what you could figure, none of the others had come back yet. You still wanted to do something.

“Well,” You turn back around to him, “What should we do next?”

“Well I am feeling better. Want to play a rather easy drinking game?” He had a smirk on his lips and you raise an eyebrow at him with concern.

“I don’t like that look.”

“It’s nothing bad. First are feeling okay to drink more?”

“I’m feeling way better.” You take a deep breath.

Jungkook then leaves the room briefly and you hear him in the hall go into another room. It’s just a minute before he returns with a bunch of tiny bottles of liquor. You laugh a bit.

“Where did you get those?” he places a few in your hands.

“I stole them from Tae’s room, figured it’s not going to hurt him much to pay for these.”

You laugh and you both play your own game of Truth or Drink. You both just ask innocent questions and neither really had to drink with the few questions you had asked to far. It was just nice to get to know him and to get him to open up. Jungkook was way goofier than you had ever seen him be. It was interesting to see him loosen up more and more as the night goes on.

After a few more rounds you both had maybe taken only three shots for questions you didn’t want to answer. You had begun to get into some more personal questions.

“Truth or Drink, how many people have you slept with.”

You had to sit and think about it a little bit.

“I think it’s only six people?” To be completely honest you think it might be less.

“Okay okay.” He sit and thinks on it for a minute.

“What!” You widen you eyes, what was he thinking?

“Nothing! Six is a good number! Relationships or-…”

“Three relationships and three were just flings.”

“Oh spicy.” Jungkook pokes you.

“Yeah, well what’s your number.” You take a small sip from one of the little liquor bottles.

“Eleven.”

“Whore.” You snort, and Jungkook’s face completely drops.

“Prude.” He takes a sip from one of his little liquor bottles.

“Hey! You said six was a good number!” You shove his shoulder. He falls over and laughs a little, you both were falling to the tipsy side again.

“Alright my turn. Truth or Drink, have you and Tae slept together?”

You choke on your own air and are coughing and laughing in his face.

“Ew no!” You scoff at him.

“I had to know, Cece put the thought in my head the other day and I’ve been curious ever since!” He had a little blush over his cheeks, probably a combination from drinking and embarrassment.

“No Tae and I have never slept together! We are just good friends.” You grumble and you rub your forehead. “Alright, what about you, have you slept with anyone we know?”

“No no no,” He shakes his head frowns a little, “Not anyone we all know.”

“Interesting.” You nod your head.

“Okay, have you ever wanted to with anyone of our friends?” He looks at you intently, it almost felt like his eyes were boring into the side of your head.

You meet his gaze. You slowly lift your drink up to your lips and down the tiny bottle. This drink burned on it’s way down and you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

He hums in disappointment. You knew he would be curious to know.

“Bummer.” His eyes flicker away from yours for a moment.

“What about you?” You smirk at him.

“Oh yeah.” He seems to match the energy you’re giving off.

“Who?” Your eyes widen.

Jungkook instead of responding looks away from you with a smile and downs the tiny bottle he has in his hend and coughs a little. You shove his shoulder because even though it’s unsaid, you had an understanding probably of what he was going to say.

“Alright your turn.” You grumble to yourself.

“What are you thinking right now?”

You look at him confused since it was such a simple question. You were looking right in his eyes, and he had this sparkle in them. The room wasn’t even lit that well, but he still looked like he had stars within them. He was so delicately handsome.

“You have really pretty eyes.” You tilt your head a little but never breaking your stare.

“Thank you.” He says it very quietly, “Your turn.”

You both just sat in silence for a moment, just taking each other in.

“Okay…” You clear your throat, “Let’s say hypothetically, If someone asked from our friend group if you wanted too… would you?”

Neither of you have broken eye contact.

“Hypothetically? Depends on who it was.”

“Uhm.” You nod.

You found yourselves incredibly close, maybe a few inches away.

“Uh it’s your turn.” You whisper.

Your eyes were flicking between his eyes and his lips. Your noses slightly brush against each other. You hesitantly placed your hand at the top of his buttoned shirt. Your eyes were focused on your movements. You just hooked your finger on the top of his shirt but didn’t tug. You then watched Jungkook’s hand come up and tuck a strand of you hair behind your ear that had fallen in your face. It was slow and it felt as if he was taking his time, he didn’t want to take his hand away. You both were breathing heavier.

You rest your forehead against his and you meet his gaze, he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for a moment.

“Do you want too?” He whispers, and even though you were alone, it was as If he only wanted you to hear it.

A sudden pound outside your doors startles both of you away from each other. You hear some laughter from people outside who we just passing down the hallway. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Jungkook and You had basically retreated to the other sides of your bed. You felt very nervous all of the sudden and felt like you were completely on display. You stood up from the bed and paced a little.

“We should uh-…” You didn’t know what to do with your hands, “We should go get some air.” You laugh nervously and watch Jungkook stand from the bed.

“I agree.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“THAT’S IT?” Yuna’s voice makes everyone almost jump out of your skin. “You almost kiss? Come on, where is the spice?”

“Well we aren’t done.” Jungkook speaks up.

You had been completely avoiding looking at him for this whole part of the story. You already seemed fully on display with everyone watching you intently tell this story.

“Well after that we left the room. I was much more intoxicated then I had realized if I am being honest. We probably should have stayed inside, but we wanted to sober up to we just ran around the block.”

“Yeah we saw two guys throw up.” Jungkook adds and you cringe at remembering the thought.

“Hey so did we!” Namjoon spoke up, “But it was Yoongi and Hobi.”

“And you!” Yoongi retorts back and him and Namjoon scrunched his face up at the thought.

“Well what was next?” Sana was eager to continue the conversation, she was leaned over the side of the couch completely invested in your words.

“We just ran, the city had put up lights for the summer for some reason and so we just ran around under the lights for like half an hour.” Jungkook started, you were glad he did. You were kind of tired of talking the whole time. After all, this was his story too.

“It was really beautiful.”

“Probably chilling too.” Tae said very pointedly towards Jungkook.

You rolled your eyes as he chuckled a little bit.

You and Jungkook found yourselves basically falling into the elevator. The walk you both had done around the block was really nice. You both needed some air, and it felt good just to run around. You both were in fits of laughter over something Jungkook had said. You both were leaning on the back wall. You had found your avoiding complete eye contact with him since you were both alone in your room before.

“What time is it.” You ask almost breathlessly.

“It’s 4:30.” He groaned and laughed a little.

“Jesus, where are the others? Have you heard from them?” You lean towards him a little as he pulls out his phone.

“Last text I got was that they were heading to Paradise. That place stays open till 5 so they shouldn’t be too much longer.”

A small ‘oh’ drops from your mouth. You both stand in a comfortable silence. The elevator eventually reaches your floor and as soon as it opens you race out to Jungkook’s surprise.

“Race you.” You yell to Jungkook. You immediately took off down the hall, your room was all the way at the other end and you felt yourself laughing a little out of control.

You spin around to see Jungkook immediately following right behind you with a full smile on his face. A small yelp left your mouth as you try to run a little faster.

“Oh no you don’t”

Just as you feel your hands about to reach your door, you feel Jungkook’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground which resound in a bellowing laugh from you and Jungkook has to shush you. You were completely lifted off of your feet and spun around once, where Jungkook takes the opportunity to reach your door first. You turn around to see he is showing you a shit eating grin.

“You cheater!” Just before you’re about to run towards him, he opens the door just at that moment and you stumble and almost trip over yourself face first. Jungkook catches you one more time just around your waist.

You are completely doubled over in laughter. Jungkook’s arm pressed against your stomach doesn’t help. He is also completely amused by you and is laughing while trying to shush you once again. He pulls you up so you are stable on your feet and he closes the door behind him. He spins you around and you are just smiling from ear to ear, he tucks a hair away from your face. You finally have a moment to catch your breath. When you realize that you are basically pressed up against him.

You clear your throat and push yourself away from him and enter your room a little more with your back turned to him.

It would be a bad idea if something happened between the two of you.

“We should probably get some sleep. We’ve been running around for what feels like hours.” You smile, it was a really good night. You needed to probably drink some more water so you could help your hang over when you get up.

“Yeah, hey.” He gets your attention and you turn back around to him, “It was nice to see such a different side of you today. I like this a lot better than being strangers.”

“I do too.” You smile at him.

“Have a goodnight Y/N.” He gives you a tiny wave before he turns his back to you.

It almost felt like he was moving in slow motion. He slowly made his way to the door. You just took a moment to examine his figure. The cold air had done nothing to help you. The unanswered question hung on your tongue. You weren’t ready for the night to end just yet.

You wanted him.

“Jungkook.” You say a little louder than you intended.

“Yeah.” He spins on his heel to look back at you. His eyes were still sparkling.

“I never answered your question.”

Was this a bad idea? Was this going to make things more complicated? All of these thoughts had completely escaped you.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow at you and he took a step back into the room. His eyes lowered looking at you.

“Yeah.” You say softly.

Jungkook slowly makes his way over to you, just up until he right in front of you.

“What is it then?” he leans to your ear, his breath fanning on your neck.

You heart had picked up and with how quickly it was beating you were sure Jungkook could hear it. You find yourselves in a very similar position. Jungkook’s face comes so close that your noses brush against each other once again. You are just staring at his lips, and you were completely breathless. Jungkook lifts his hand and places it on the back of your neck. His hand is hot on the back of your neck, it makes your skin rise with goosebumps.

“Yes.”

Jungkook smiles slightly before he pulls you into him and he presses your lips against his. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls your waist into his. It was slow at first but you both seemed to become a little more desperate for each other. You find your hands way into his hair. Jungkook pulls away from you to kiss down your neck, this elicits a small moan from you.

You feel Jungkook push you back till your back meets the wall behind you. Jungkook breaking away from you lowers himself to his knees, and his hands on the hem of your dress.

“Can I take this off?” He looks up to you, the sight of him on his knees in front of you sends a wave of heat through you and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Please.” You breathlessly say.

Jungkook takes his time. He slowly lifts the dress but as he lifts the hem higher, his lips are brushing against your skin, from up your thigh, and then up your stomach. He briefly stops to help you lift the dress completely over your head before his lips find their way back to yours. His tongue making his way into your mouth. One of his hands brings your leg up around him.

He breaks away from you for a minute, he just drinks you in for a moment. His eyes are dark and it sends a shiver through you.

“Let me know if there is anything you don’t want.” Your noses brush together. You just slightly nod. He lowly chuckles and leans into your ear, “I need to hear you say it, lovely.”

You whimper a little, “Okay.” Your eyes flutter close.

You can feel his hand hovering just over your underwear, you already knew that you were completely wet from your underwear sticking to you. He’s teasing you by just barely holding his hand there.

“I haven’t even done anything and you’re already so wet for me.” He meets his gaze with yours and he has a smirk on his face.

“Shut up.” You feel slightly embarrassed.

It hadn’t been that long since you had had sex but it’s been a few months, and right in this moment that feels like a lifetime ago. You couldn’t believe how quickly he was getting you riled up.

“Oh I will.” He hums, he felt like he had become a completely different person here. The teasing was agonizing.

“Jungkook please.” Your head falls back a little needing a little release.

“Tell me,” You looked away from him, “How long has it been since someone has pleased you?”

He was whispering right in your ear, his hand pressed into you just over your underwear again and it forces a moan out of you. He groans into the skin on your neck. You decide to take back control a little here and you begin to unbutton his shirt, he helps you and rips his shirt off of his arms. You couldn’t’ say you hadn’t noticed that Jungkook was in good shape but it was completely different having it right in front of you.

You could see all his tattoos that ran down his arm and you felt grateful to take in the sight.

“You’re beautiful.” You say almost instinctually, he laughs and little and pulls into him for a deep kiss. This kiss was way more intimate and you felt yourself smile a little. He pulls away just for a moment.

“You’re breathtaking.” He immediately kisses you again. The way he kisses you feels like he can’t get enough of you and you couldn’t get enough of him. You had both of your hands placed on either side of his face, keeping him close to you. He lowers his hands to grip around your thighs and he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him. He backed you back into the wall again but you hit your head a bit.

You immediately let out a laugh because it didn’t hurt but Jungkook was worried.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” His eyes wide looking at you.

“I’m okay.” You were giggling and you kiss him again, using your legs to pull him into you. You could feel the bulge in his pants press against your core and it elicits a groan from you. Jungkook grips your thighs a little tighter after feeling the pressure against him.

He keeps his grip tight on you and he walks you over to the bed, he tries to lay you down gently, but you still bounce a bit and you smile looking up at him. You get the chance to look at him all over again hanging over you. It was a wonderful sight. He then disappears and you lean up to see that he is at the edge of the bed on his knees.

He sees you lean upwards and stands back up to meet you with a kiss and he gently places a hand on your chest to lay you back down. He breaks away from you.

“Let me take care of you.” he stares right into your eyes, it felt like he was staring into your soul.

“Okay.” You smile almost instinctually.

He lowers himself back out of sight and you feel him pull your underwear down your legs very quickly. He pulls you down the bed a little more and you let out a small squeal. You very suddenly feel him lick a stripe all way up your core. You let out a gasp at the feeling. He dips his tongue inside of you a few times. His tongue was hot against you and it was driving you crazy. Your legs had instinctually closed around his head. He had wrapped his hands around your thighs to keep you steady. His mouth had found its way to your clit.

It felt completely different then times before. He brings his mouth away from you. And you feel his hand press against you and rub a few times and then he slowly slides one finger into you and you bite down onto your bottom lip.

Jungkook reaches up with his other hand and reaches under your bra to play with your breast. His hand seems to completely cover your chest. You have both of your hands digging into the sheets next to you and he pulls his finger in and out of you slowly.

He takes no time to add another and you let out a small moan.

“Jungkook.” You moan.

He moves his fingers in and out of you more. You had good sex before but never had someone be this attentive to you. Jungkook without hesitation had you completely relaxed and added another finger inside of you. His long fingers pumping in and out of you relentlessly.

“What do you need?” He says lowly.

“Just… more.”

You were ready for him to fuck you, but he wanted to make you cum with just his mouth and hands. He wanted you to feel good in every way he could. He brings his mouth to your clit and you whimper a little because the stimulation was almost too much. It felt amazing though. You felt the heat in the pit of your stomach rising quickly. You could feel yourself clenching around Jungkook’s fingers. Jungkook hums against your core and it sends a wave of heat through you.

His fingers were hit that right spot inside of you. You had your eyes screwed shut and he was relentless on your clit and it felt amazing. You weren’t able to ever get yourself off with just your fingers, but Jungkook was going to have you cum with the way he was working you.

It’s like he could predict everything you needed.

“Please I’m going to cum.” You whine.

Jungkook brings his mouth away from you for a moment.

“Come undone for me.”

You feel the tightness in your stomach relax and completely cum all over Jungkook’s fingers. He keeps riding you out through your orgasm. He takes his fingers out of you, and you open your eyes to see him licking them clean. It sends a shiver through you seeing him do that. You’d never thought you would find him so sexy.

His eyes stare darkly at you and he crawls back on top of you. Before you can catch your breath he kisses you, and allows you to taste yourself. You moan into his mouth. He quickly detaches from you so he can start to take off his pants. You watch as he pulls down his trousers down his legs and you can see the bulge very prominently in his underwear. You sit up to the edge of the bed and Jungkook stops for a moment.

“Can I take these off for you?” You look up at him, you slowly slip down to your knees on the ground.

“Absolutely.”

You immediately pull down the side of his boxers and his dick stands prominently in front of you. he was longer rather than girthy. You were worried you wouldn’t be able to take all of him. You wanted to make him feel good they way he made you feel good.

“Can I?” You wanted to make sure it was okay.

“Yes.” He stutters out.

You grab his length and pump him a few times. He lets out a low grunt at your immediate touch. Precum has already leaked from his red tip. You bring his tip into your mouth, and Jungkook moans. You slowly pump him a little while you suck on his tip and you slowly start to make more of him in your mouth. You bob your head on him, taking more of him into your mouth at a time.

“God Y/N” He groans, his hands find his way into your hair but he doesn’t force you at all.

You hum against him which seems to make him shiver with pleasure. You pull away and there is a string of saliva between your mouth and the tip of his dick. It sends a wave of heat to you core at the sight. You then lick a stripe up on his length before taking him into you mouth again.

“Fuck.” He grunts.

You then take his full length into your mouth, you are able to hold back your gag to be able to take him all the way. You look up at him through your lashes and you start to bob him in and out of your mouth. He meets your gaze and you can see the complete lust in his eyes. You start to go fast before he shuts his eyes enjoying the sight in front of him.

He suddenly stops you.

“Woah.” He breathlessly says, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

You pull your mouth off of him.

“I want to make you feel good like you did me.” You look up to him.

“Oh I know,” he takes your hand and he pulls you to your feet. Placing a hand under your chin, “I just want to feel your pretty pussy around me when I cum.”

He says this in almost a whisper and your breath gets caught in your throat with the way he looks at you. You press your lips to his eagerly. You wanted all of him. You wanted to experience all of it with him. You both fall onto the bed behind you again. Jungkook catches himself before he can crush you. You love the way his body completely molds to yours as he’s on top of you, and your skin touching is electrifying. You have one leg wrapped around him and your hands are completely wrapped in his hair.

You could feel his dick pressed against your leg, so close to your core that’s it’s agonizing. You watch as he stares down at you for a moment, and he takes himself in his hand and pumps himself a few times. He then meets your gaze and he presses the tip of himself just at your entrance. You suck in a quick breath. The heat from his tip could melt you. You wanted to be wrapped around him. The way he’s teasing you by just swirling his tip around your entrance is almost too much.

“Please.” You whine, you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him into you. “Jungkook please.”

“So greedy.” He smirks, “Don’t worry I will give it all to you. It’s just so hot seeing you beg for it.”

You smile, you didn’t appreciate the teasing but his talking is getting you all wound up.

“We should probably use protection.” You gulp. You were more than okay with just having him inside of you without a condom too. You knew if he did though you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.

“You’re right.” You were breathing into each other. He hadn’t stopped what he was doing just yet, just running his tip along your entrance. He wanted it just as bad as you. His mind was becoming completely cloudy with you.

Jungkook begins to peel himself away from you. Not having the heat of him against you was frustrating. You needed him. He begins to walk away but you grab his hand and pull him back down on top of you.

“Where do you think you’re going just yet?” You smile at him and pull him in for a kiss, he smiles into your kiss. Wrapping one of his arms around underneath you.

You just enjoy Jungkook kissing you for a moment. You once again felt like there wasn’t enough of him for you. You didn’t want to break away even to get air. He pulls away from you for a moment, and the lack of heat makes you whimper.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He meets your eyeline again, and he slowly places a kiss on both sides of your neck. He wraps his hands under you to unhook your bra. You then pull it down your arms to toss it to the side. Jungkook just takes your naked body in for a moment. He places a light kiss to the center of your stomach.

You giggle because it was ticklish. He smiles up at you and does it again and bring your arms down to stop him. He takes both of your hands in his while you’re laughing and wraps your hands in his and places both of your arms above your head. His face hovers just above yours. You just have a stuck smile on your face as you stare at him.

“Don’t go anywhere.” You sigh.

“I won’t.” he shakes his head, he places a quick kiss to your lips.

“Good, because I need more of this.” You pull both of your hands down, you felt embarrassed saying it. You cover your face with your intertwined hands. He laughs a little, moving your hands away and kisses you.

“You’re so lovely.” He takes in all of your features. He lets go of one of your hands and his hand slowly moves down your body. He leans his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

His fingers find their way back to your core and begin to rub you a few times.

“Jungkook…”you moan, you head falling to the side just taking in all the sensations.

“Oh say it again..” he breaks away from your chest and he’s stares at you completely wrapped up. He dips his fingers into your heat again and he can feel you quiver under his touch.

“Jungkook.” You moan a little louder this time. Before you could think he kisses you again before departing from you completely.

“I’m just going to get a condom.”

He pulls himself away from you and goes to get his wallet. He pulled the package out and he quickly rips it open. You felt nervous but you couldn’t be any safer than where you are right now. Jungkook rolls the condom onto his length, and he turns back to you and places himself over you again.

“You look so amazing.” He whispers in your ear and nibbles on your earlobe.

“Have you seen yourself?”

“You sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely.”

You couldn’t wait any longer. You wanted to feel him.

“Jungkook.”

He stops and looks at you.

“It’s just been a while so go… slow.”

He smiled at you and left a peck on your lips.

“Of course.” He takes one of your hands in his.

Jungkook positions his tip at your entrance which was already wet. He then lifts his eyes to look at you. You had your eyes closed instinctually. He then slowly presses his tip into you and you let out a gasp. Jungkook has buried his head into the crook of your neck. He takes it just a little bit at a time, slowly stretching you out. You were breathing slowly to help yourself relax.

You feel one of Jungkook’s hand reaches in front of you to rub your clit to help you. It felt good because you could feel yourself clenching around him. He was placing kisses along your neck. Small moans kept escaping your lips. Jungkook stops for a moment.

“Hey-…”

You open your eyes to meet his eyes that have stars in them once again. He then bottomed out inside of you. Which made you completely let go.

“I wanted to see your eyes when I filled you up.”

“God Jungkook.” You needed some movement. You shifted your hips on top of him, but ultimately made you gasp. Jungkook let out a guttural moan. Seeing his face as you moved could have sent you over the edge.

“Does that feel good?” You lick your lips, and you slowly shifted your hips again.

“Fuck me.” He says breathlessly.

You couldn’t help yourself.

“I am.”

Jungkook let out a small laugh and almost fell on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him. He placed a small kiss to your chest. Before you had time to react he slowly pulled himself out of you just until his tip barely left you. His eyes met yours again, and he pushed himself back into you slowly.

Your head rolls back a little and you moan. Jungkook just takes the sight in and he slowly starts to move himself in and out slowly. The way he is moving himself is hitting right on your g spot but your orgasm is building slow. Its agonizingly good. Jungkook grabs your legs and hikes them around him. He ever so slowly picks his pace up more and more. He filled you up completely and seemed to fit just right inside of you.

“Jungkook… faster.” You stutter.

He doesn’t respond and immediately complies with your wish and he starts to go quite a bit faster. You hadn’t realized how vocal you were before but you let out a moan every time he would fill you back up.

“Quiet lovely, we don’t want to wake anyone.” He says lowly to you as he holds himself over you. You can’t help the noises you are making. He immediately comes down to kiss you and you just moan into his mouth. “It is so sexy how vocal you are for me.”

“God you’re so good,” you are completely breathless. Your breath catches every time he pounds into you. Jungkook had picked up his pace quite a bit. “I’ve been missing out.”

“So have I.” He then switches up his pace to slower but hard thrusts. “I saw you dancing earlier. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Oh yeah?” You open your eyes to meet his gaze. “What were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how good it would be to be doing this.” He thrusts into you hard, causing you to Yelp a little. He presses his forehead to yours. “How good it would feel, to have your pussy wrapped around me. To pound into you and make you moan my name.”

You could feel heat spread completely around your body at his words.

“Why didn’t you come dance with me then?” You wraps your arms around his back.

The thought of him watching you dance and how you wanted someone to dance with makes your heart flutter.

“I didn’t know if you would want this.”

“Well, I can’t get enough now.” You stutter and he chuckles.

“God me too.” He starts to pick his pace back up again. Leaving soft kisses all down your neck as he continues. He pumps in and out of you’re a few more times.

Jungkook then comes to a complete halt and pulls out of you and you look at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Get on all fours.”

“What?” You widen your eyes.

“Get on all fours.” He has a force behind his tone, that sends a fire through you.

You immediately turn yourself over and you place yourself on your knees and hands but you feel Jungkook’s hand on the upper part of your back and he presses your shoulders so your face in the bed. Your ass is completely in the air exposed for him. You feel both of his hands run over your ass before you feel his hands make impression on both sides of you and you can feel his pelvis pressed against yours. He hasn’t positions himself to enter you yet.

“Is this alright?”

You nod your head. It was more than okay.

“Come on darling. I need to hear your voice.”

His voice makes your core clench around nothing.

“Yes.” You make sure your voice is clear.

“Good girl.”

He than positions himself back at your entrance and before you can think he has pushed himself all the way back into you. This position is a completely different pleasure. Your nails are digging into the sheets around you. Jungkook places his hands on top of yours as he begins to rock himself into you. You immediately yelp at the new sensation. Jungkook slowly picks up the pace again and you could tell that he didn’t have much left in him but he wanted to ride you out to your orgasm first.

“Jungkook, its so fucking good.” You moan and breathing heavier then before. You loved how much control he had taken over you.

“Good.” He moans. Just continuing his pace and he releases your hands to hold onto your hips and rocks you into him.

This made you let out small screams which would have been louder if you weren’t face first into the bed. You hadn’t had someone fuck you like this in a while. The way Jungkook was rocking into you was bringing you to your second orgasm faster than you had expected.

“Jungkook- fuck- I’m going to cum.” You whine. You were ready to release.

“Oh come for me darling. I want to feel you around me.” He

He reaches his hand down to rub your clit while he continues to pump into you. This brings you to your edge even faster. You feel the heat in your stomach completely release for the second time that night. Jungkook continued to ride you out through it one more time with a few more pumps. He knew you would be sensitive soon so he thrusts quickly. You whimper and the over stimulation but he quickly let’s go. You can feel the condom fill up in you and Jungkook leans over still inside of you.

You both are breathing heavily, and Jungkook slowly pulls himself out of you. You allow yourself to completely fall into the bed. You were spent. Hours of running around and drunk and getting fucked, you were done.

Jungkook discarded the condom in the garbage in the bathroom and he cleaned himself off. He then came back into the room and slipped his boxers back on. You could slowly feel sleep was slowly going to overtake you soon. You felt Jungkook place himself in the bed next to you. He pulls the blanket up and places it over you. You slowly turn yourself over to face him, you were sure you were completely fucked out.

“Hi.” You quietly say.

Jungkook begins to stroke your hair softly.

“Hi.” He smiles at you.

“I don’t have the brain power to put words to what we just did.” You giggle, and Jungkook laughs at you a little.

“That’s okay. You need to go pee before you sleep though and take off your make up.”

You groan because you know he’s right.

“Fuck.” You slowly drag yourself up. You realize you are still fully naked. “I’m naked.”

“Yeah- here.” Jungkook reaches to the ground and grabs his shirt. “You can put this on.”

“Thank you.” You basically just drape his button up over you, you don’t even bother to button it.

After you’ve gone to the bathroom, you slowly slump your way back to the bed with Jungkook’s shirt barely hanging on you. He just stares at you, with an expression you can’t quit place.

“I’m so tired.” You could feel yourself slowly falling into complete crying exhaustion.

“Come lay down.” He reaches his hand out to you.

You gladly accept it. You completely collapse next to him. You feel him pull you into him. He begins to rub your back and feel yourself falling victim to the warm heat of his body. It was so nice and welcoming.

“Wait!” You shoot up, your eyes weren’t even open and you make Jungkook jump.

“What?” He sits up with you.

“Don’t we need to talk about this?” You were barely getting your words out, Jungkook just turns your head to him and he places both of his hands on either side of your face and kisses you so gently.

“We will, not tonight. You are exhausted. Just sleep now.” He slowly moves you back to a laying position. He also buttons the top few buttons on the shirt.

“Okay.” You sigh, “We will talk tomorrow.”

You fall back into Jungkook’s warmth and sleep completely over took you.

To pick back up, you didn’t give your friends the explicit details of what happened. You explained just up until after you kissed the first time and just said that you slept together.

“So, you slept together and then what?” Jimin looked confused between the two of you, “Did you guys talk about it? Did you guys go on a date? What happened?”

“Yeah, like you guys just hooked up? Or what?” Hoseok exclaimed.

“Nothing happened.” You said, blankly.

“Yeah.” Jungkook spoke up, “That was it, we didn’t talk about it. It just was what it was.”

You both were looking at each other, even though both of you knew if was way more intimate than you had explained to your friends at all. You never knew why you and Jungkook had never talked about what happened.

“That was two years ago now?” Cece asked.

“Yeah.” You nod.

“We’ve probably hung out like a few dozen times since then?” Tae points out.

You knew this and Jungkook knows this, its just never come up.

“We just never acknowledge it. None of you guys knew, so there wasn’t anything to be weird about.” Jungkook coughed.

“So now can you all let it go?” You stand up from your seat. “Don’t some of you have work in the morning?” You look around the room.

“Y/N is right. As much as I love you all. I do have to kick you all out.”

With that everyone gets up from their spots and everyone begins to help Tae clean up around his house. Luckily it was only just a little past midnight and you could get a good nights sleep, not that you had anything else going on. Some of the others had to head out immediately but you didn’t want to leave Tae with all the work. You cleaned a up a bunch of cans and drinks that hadn’t been finished and brought them to the kitchen to dump them out in the sink. You heard someone come in behind you and you assume it’s Tae.

“Hey is there-…” You turn around to be met with Jungkook who was putting some trash in the bin.

“Hi.” He smiles at you.

“Hi.” You give him a polite smile back.

You nervously turn back around and continuing emptying drinks down the drain. Being alone with him felt very vulnerable now after just laying it all on the table for your friends. You were trying to think as why to why the two of you never spoke after that night. It felt like much more to you then just a night when it happened.

You went back to strangers after that night so quickly.

You felt a hand brush against your back and it makes you jump out of your skin.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Jungkook appeared next to you. You looked at him for a moment before looking away.

“You’re fine. I am just jumpy.” You smile and you continue to empty drinks.

He was silent just standing next to you for a moment.

“You didn’t have to tell everyone you know.” He spoke quietly.

“Oh I didn’t care. It was a long time ago Jungkook. If they want to know then it’s no harm done.” You shrugged, because it really didn’t bother you.

“Okay, you just seemed weird when you finished.” He looked concerned.

“I promise I’m not bothered.” You begin to wash your hands after dumping the drinks.

Jungkook begins to walk away from you before you hear him stop.

“Hey why didn’t we talk that next day?” You could feel his eyes on the back of your head.

You were confused.

“You left don’t you remember? You were gone the next morning.”

You were unpleasantly woken up light streaming in from a tiny crack in the curtains. Your brain was beating on the side of your skull. You lift your hands up to rub the sides of your skull. You regretted drinking so much the night before. You slowly sat up in the bed and felt a cold chill run over you. You rub your eyes and look down to realize that you were still completely naked from the night before.

“Oh god.” You muttered to yourself as it all came flooding back to you.

You glanced next to you and the bed was empty to no surprise. Jungkook must have slipped out at some time. That was okay, you hadn’t expected him to stick around.

You would have hoped you could have talked to him this morning though.

You grabbed your phone and luckily it still had a little charge. It was almost 11 in the morning. You also had several notifications from your group chat that everyone was in Tae’s room for breakfast. You set down your phone and pulled over your bag to throw on your change of clothes you brought with you. Your feet felt extremely heavy underneath you and your heels were painful to walk on.

You swung your door open and slowly dragged yourself to Tae’s room that was just a few doors down from you. The door was opened a bit, you let yourself in and it wasn’t a super loud morning. Your friends also looked like complete trash and exhausted from the night before. Everyone had just as dark of eye bags as you and were barely eating any of their food.

“Well don’t we just look like a barrel of fun.” You say, and everyone turns to see you.

Everyone greeted you with grunts and moans.

“Morning.” Taehyung waved to you, he was laying on the couch completely curled up into himself. You came and sat right next to him. “Help yourself to the food, I know I certainly can’t.”

He had some aspirin and water sitting in front of him. Jimin was sitting in one of the chairs and Yoongi was on the floor. Some of the others were sprawled onto Taehyungs bed.

No Jungkook.

“I thought you left this morning,” Yoongi turned to you, “We hadn’t heard anything from you all morning.”

“No I was also just waking myself up from death. I am probably not going be able to keep anything down this morning.” You lean over on Tae’s shoulder, you could feel the pounding in your head slowly returning.

“Do you need me to get you some aspirin?” Jimin glanced over to you, he seemed perfectly fine out of the most of us.

You nodded your head and you mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him and he went across the room to get it. You had taken the opportunity to look around the room as well. Jungkook was nowhere to be found amongst everyone. You sighed in disappointment, you hoped he was okay. Hopefully he didn’t get sick in the night.

Jimin came back with a glass of water and two pills for you.

“Hey we are missing a few of us.” You say to Jimin, if anyone would know it would be him.

“I know Jin and Cece are still in their own rooms, completely passed out I am sure. Than I’m actually not sure where Jungkook ran off too. I think he might of left. I think he had some things he had to finish this morning.” He took his place back into his chair and fell back into his phone.

“Oh, okay.” You also pull out your phone to see if maybe he had left you a text.

Nothing.

“Jungkook asked about you too this morning.” Tae grumbled next to you as he curled into himself.

“Oh yeah?” You tried not to sound too eager.

“Yeah he was just making sure you were alright. None of us had seen you yet so no one was sure.” Yoongi added.

You couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed

“I realize now I maybe could have reached out to you but you just left. So I took that as an answer that maybe you hadn’t wanted to talk.” You folded your arms over yourself and you were leaned against the counter. Jungkook had placed himself leaning against the fridge straight across form you.

“I did want to talk though.” He spoke up.

“Then why did you just leave?” You look at him confused.

“Everyone had told me you had left.” He stood straight up, “I went to breakfast too. I must have been earlier than you but I went to breakfast. Taehyung said he hadn’t seen you and Yoongi told me you had left.”

“Well like I said I was still passed out.” You rub the back of your neck. “Well wouldn’t you have known I was still around if you had stayed in my room?”

“Well no, I didn’t want to make anything weird so at about 8 I went back to my room before Jimin could wake up. Figured we didn’t need him asking questions.”

You laugh at him with a little pity.

“You must have only gotten like three hours of sleep.” You sigh.

“It was worth it.” He smiled, “I think maybe this can all be chocked up too we were both stupid and didn’t communicate well.”

You nodded.

“Why didn’t you text me or something?” You still found yourself lost, it would have been so easy to reach out.

Again though, you didn’t reach out either.

“Well, I think I thought you had left because maybe you were embarrassed by it all. So I left it alone.”

You both just stared at each other for a moment. You kind of realized how stupid it all sounded. That you both just assumed that the other didn’t want to talk about what had happened. That you both just sat on some unspoken confessions for two years now. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you had that night pop into your head many times. It hurt even more that possibly you had been feeling the same way but still acted like strangers.

“We are kind of stupid aren’t we.” You smile to yourself.

“Maybe.” He laughs a little, “But like you said that was a long time ago.”

Taehyung and Jimin then round the corner to the kitchen laughing about something before they both come in sight of both of you.

“Woah guys keep your clothes on.” Jimin jokingly covers his eyes, “Can’t leave you two alone anymore.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You shove Jimin’s shoulder, and he laughs.

“Tae is there anything else we can help clean up?” You look over to him but he waves you off.

“No, you guys can go. I am not too worried about it too much.” You pat your pockets to make sure you’ve got everything.

“Are you sure? I can stay a bit” You wanted to make sure you weren’t leaving him with a ton of work.

“Yeah we can help if we need.” Jungkook added.

“No, go home guys. Though I will see you on Saturday though right Y/N?” Tae pointed his finger at you and you nodded.

“Yes, I might be late but I will be there.”

“That reminds me,” Tae turned to Jungkook, “I hadn’t asked you yet if you wanted to join us for drinks on Saturday.”

“Yeah I’m sure I could be there.”

After that you said your goodbyes. Jimin was staying the night and Tae’s because he had been drinking just a bit too much. You and Jungkook just left together in silence. You weren’t sure what you wanted to say to him now.

When you both got outside of Tae’s building you were both greeted by a cold gust of wind.

“Jesus it’s freezing.” You wrap your arms around yourself.

“Yeah, are you parked too far?”

“No my car is right here.” You had gotten a space right in front of Tae’s place luckily.

You go to unlock your door to your car.

“Hey Y/N.” Jungkook had appeared next to you.

“Yeah.” You take a moment to look up at him.

“Can we not do the stranger thing anymore now?” He asked so softly, he had what looked like a little sadness behind his eyes.

“Yeah, I would like to not have to do that anymore.” You smile.

“Good.” He took a few steps backwards away from you. “Have a goodnight.”

“Yeah you too.” You gave him a small wave before rushing into your car.

You get your car turned on to help heat yourself up. You watch out your front mirror, Jungkook disappearing down the street. You hoped he didn’t have to walk to far to his car. You genuinely did hope that this would open up that door for you two to actually spend more time together. That was your original plan in the first place. For one thing you didn’t imagine you would be telling everyone you had slept together, but it did feel like a wall was lifted between the two of you. You hoped you could spend more time together after this.

*A Few Nights Later*

“Please.” Whine, you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him into you. “Jungkook please.”

“So greedy.” He smirks, “Don’t worry I will give it all to you. It’s just so hot seeing you beg for it.”

You immediately shot up from your bed, feeling almost breathless as you shook yourself awake.

You had never dreamed about that night before.

Your entire body felt hot and sweaty. You had felt some heat pooled in between your legs. You could almost laugh at yourself even though no one was around to see you. You shook your head and tried to clear your mind before trying to sleep again.

Your mind went back to Jungkook again.

You had found yourself thinking about him for the past few days. You both had started texting each other a little bit more than usual but it wasn’t anything crazy. Just small conversations here and there. He would send you something funny on instgram or from tik tok. You both were just being friendly. You had caught yourself smiling seeing his messages a few times too. It was all a little confusing as to how to go about all of this.

You obviously still found him very attractive, and funny, and kind.

His eyes still had that starry look too them as you had seen many times before.

You felt your phone buzz next to you. You pulled it out from under your pillow to see, funny enough, a text from Jungkook.

JK: asdncjdsi.

:what? lmao

JK: Sorry, didn’t mean to send that.

JK: Hi

:Hi? It’s three in the morning.

JK: I actually just woke up… randomly.

:Why don’t I believe that?

JK: you’ll just have to trust me

:So you thought texting me would help?

JK: Maybe… do you have a good bedtime story you could tell me?

:It’s called shut up and go to bed

JK: Hmm, not familiar with that one… care to share?

You roll your eyes and put your phone down, so you can try to go back to sleep yourself. You felt your phone buzz again, and you pick it up once more.

JK: Why are you awake?

You sighed. Unfortunately, he was the culprit.

:Fanaticizing a life where you don’t text me at three in the morning

JK: Awe you were thinking about me?

:Go away

You set your phone down again and allow yourself to try to fall asleep again. This time Jungkook really did leave you alone.

Tae had come over to borrow some stuff from you the next morning and he ended up lounging at your place for most of the day.

You liked to binge movies together every so often and he had just decided today was one of those days. You both also just chatted through the movies most of the time, Tae probably had been your closest friend since you graduated, and since the beginning of college really.

There really wasn’t anything you two hadn’t shared with each other.

You felt bad though because for most of the day your brain had been a bit of a fog, you hadn’t even noticed he had been chatting at you for the last five minutes.

“Y/N?” Tae had kicked you in the shin from the other side of your couch and you jumped.

“Ow.” You looked up at him and then threw a pillow towards him, “What the hell?”

“I’ve been talking to you!” He looked a little upset at you, and you retreated back under your blanket a bit.

“Oh… sorry. My mind is just not here right now.” You sigh and you kind of get yourself to focus back on the present again.

“You have kind of been that way all week. Is everything alright?” He sat up straight so he could listen to you and he placed his chin in one of his hands to lean on.

“I’m fine. Work has just been a lot and I haven’t been sleeping super well.” You rub your eyes.

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” He looked genuinely concerned, heat spread all over your cheeks and you were sure you turned red. You knew you couldn’t tell him why you weren’t actually sleeping.

You would never hear the end of it.

“It’s nothing.” You look away from him. He kicks you in the ankle again. “Stop doing that!”

“Tell me! Stop hiding from me!”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not hiding!...I just have been-…” You trail off and mumble under your breath a little.

“You have to speak up I didn’t understand what you said.” Tae held a hand to his ear jokingly.

“No because if I tell you, you won’t shut up about it.” You furrow your eyebrows and fold your arms over your chest.

“I promise I won’t do that. Now tell me!”

You didn’t believe him.

“I’ve been having… dreams.”

“Sexy dreams?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Sorry, continue.”

“I have been having dreams…” You pause for what felt like an eternity, “About Jungkook.”

Tae looked like he had to take a second to process before he took in what you had said. His eyes then went wide and excited almost like a child.

“You’re totally in love with him.” He smiled widely at you, you covered your face away from him.

“I’m not in love with him! I’m just confused by sexy feelings.”

“Awe so your coochie wants him?”

“Please never talk about my coochie again.” You give him a disgusted look and he laughs at you.

“Hey,” He took a little bit of a more serious tone, “Why didn’t you ever tell me what happened between you two?”

You let out a long sigh, you didn’t even have a good answer for this.

“I don’t know if I’m being honest.” You sat up straight on the couch and pulled your knees to your chest, “I think maybe I was embarrassed because it got so weird after that between me and Jungkook and we hadn’t even had the chance to talk about it. When we all hung out the other night was the first time we had even addressed it since it happened.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah… now that it’s all unpacked. So all the feelings I was supposed to process two years ago got to be put on display in front of all of our friends. So now I am just in a fog.”

“Have you and Jungkook talked since the other night?”

“We briefly talked after, it turns out all of this was just a big miscommunication.”

“So he regretted sleeping with you?”

“No the opposite actually, apparently he also wanted to talk about it after it happened but it was just like… a missed connection. We both got some wires crossed and thought that neither of us wanted to talk about it… so we didn’t.”

“That… sucks. So you two probably totally could have ended up getting together?”

“Maybe… I have no idea now.” You got up off the couch and you walked to the kitchen to get yourself some water. “I didn’t want to give you guys the explicit details of what happened that night but it felt like much more than just fucking each other.”

“How so?”

“It seemed like we were supposed to start something. It felt like the start of something.. because to be honest it was so intimate. It was much more making love than just a hook up.”

“That’s like kind of stupid cute if you ask me. Why don’t you go for it now? I’m surprised you didn’t. You both had confessed to each other that you had found each other attractive.” Tae shrugged and you chewed on your bottom lip.

“The thing is, is that I have no idea if that’s something he even would want.” You could feel yourself start to way over think this.

“Well have you asked him about it?”

“No.” You said in a mono tone voice.

“You’re an idiot.”

You roll your eyes at him, he was right though. You come back with your glass of water and sit back next to him on the couch.

“We have been texting though, just little things here and there.” You smile to yourself.

“That’s a good start.”

“That doesn’t mean he would want to be in a relationship with me.”

“I think you are putting a lot of pressure on yourself to make something happen. Just be casual and if it happens then it happens.” He pats you on the shoulder and he was right.

You sighed to yourself and you just tried to let it go for now. You just had been having a hard time getting it all out of your head. It was nice to finally have people know what happened so you could openly talk about how you felt about it all finally. You could imagine Jungkook probably wasn’t thinking about it all that hard. You just couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“Can I ask…” Tae leans into you like he’s telling you a secret, “Was he good?”

“If I tell you will you let it go?” You eye him and he nods and gives you a thumbs up. “If I had to be honest, it is probably the most electrified I’ve ever felt in my life.”

Tae dramatically sighed away from you and you smacked him in the shoulder.

“The most electrified? You’re telling me you didn’t go back to him screaming?”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Well I’m glad you told me. Now I can come up with my devious plot to get you two together.” Tae gave you a devilish grin. You gave him a pointed look.

“Tae, seriously don’t meddle. Jungkook and I are just starting to like actually talk and I don’t want to mess it up.” You start to pick at your nails between your hands.

“Fine. I promise I won’t meddle.” He looked disappointed, “I will say, you two just randomly hooking up with each other is not something I ever saw coming.”

“How so?” Not to say you disagreed with him.

“I didn’t think you two hated each other but I didn’t think you even cared that the other existed. You two never really spoke, in all the time I’ve known you both.”

“It’s funny because it turned out we both had this secret mutual attraction to each other.” You smiled to yourself, recalling your conversation.

“Did he tell you that he was going to ask you out like way back in our sophomore year?”

“Yes actually. He said you said I didn’t seem like I was in the place for a relationship.” Which if you remember correctly was true, you were in the middle of some serious classes and you had just wanted to completely focus that year.

“Now I’m mentally cursing myself for not letting him go for it. I mean who knows what would have happened.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“If it had worked out it probably would have saved me a lot of heart break.” You cringed thinking about your relationships you had through college.

“Yeah, you dated some losers.” Tae poked you, you couldn’t say you disagreed.

You two just stayed there for a while and watched more movies, Tae really helped you think it all through, but you still weren’t sure what you wanted to do about Jungkook. It was nice to get it off your chest and talk about it.

You had found yourself out on Saturday. Once again, the whole crew once again head out to destroy the town. You had shown up a little late to the party, everyone had met up at a club, you had some work from home you had to finish up before you could meet up with everyone. The immediate air you were met with was human and sweaty from so many people dancing. Saturdays were usually busy but this was the busiest one you had seen here in a while.

Jin had texted you earlier and said that they had gotten a booth somewhere towards the back of the club, you dreaded the thought because it meant you were going to have to push your way through the dance floor to get to it.

The music in the middle of the room was much louder than the other areas, so much so you felt like you couldn’t hear yourself think. There were people packed wall to wall basically, the bar had people lined from end to end. You wouldn’t have thought it was some sort of specials night how many people were here. You still were just trying to push through people on each side of you.

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder behind you and your instincts immediately kicked in and you turned around to be face to face with Jimin.

“You made it!” He beamed at you with a huge smile on his face, he immediately pulled you into a hug. He smelled like he had already had a few drinks and possibly had been dancing for a while.

“I finally made it!” You yell back to him, “Where is everyone, I have been trying to push my way through.”

“I’ve got you!” Jimin takes your hand into his, “Jungkook come on!”

Jimin waved behind him, Jungkook had seemed to have gotten caught in a conversation with a blonde. He politely pulled himself away from her, when he made direct eye contact with you. He seemed to completely light up when seeing you. So did you.

You both had been talking more and more every day. You hadn’t seen him since the week before, so it was nice to finally hang out for the first time, not as strangers.

“Hi.” You smile at him. He makes his way over to you and Jimin.

“Hi.” He basically had to yell back to you, over the people around you that are cheering for the dj.

“We are heading back to the table!” Jimin pops up in between the both of you. Jimin still head a crushing grip on your hand.

Before you can get another word in, Jimin is dragging you through the crowd. You almost stumble over yourself. You look back to Jungkook and you reach a hand out to him to follow, he reaches and grabs your hand and also begins to get dragged along by Jimin.

He laces his fingers in between yours. Jungkook catches up behind you pretty quickly, he follows right behind you, not letting go of your hand.

You eventually come to a clearing off people but come to a few tables piled close to a booth. All of your friends piled around it.

“Look who’s here!” Jimin shouts to everyone. Tae immediately comes up from the table to come hug you.

You break your hold on Jungkook’s hand.

You were greeted by everyone variously. You were glad to see that everyone had seemed to make it out this time. It’s been a while since everyone was out at the bar together. It gets harder to go out as you all get busier. Being an adult is a total rip off.

You found yourself being pulled into sitting in the booth next to Tae and Yuna was sat on the other side of him.

“You both made it just in time for shots.” Tae bounced next to you. “All on me.”

“Both?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah Jungkook just got here too.” Jimin said pulling up a chair at the end of the table. Jungkook was stood talking to Namjoon.

“You guys gotta catch up.” Yuna cheers.

A moment later a waiter comes by with a whole platter of shots ready for everyone. He distributes one to everyone. On a three count everyone downs them, having it be your first shot of the night it burns going down.

“Here mark it.” Tae gives you the pen that is in his shirt. You figured it was a good idea since you had no idea how much you were going to drink. You mark the one tik mark on your wrist.

A hand from next to you plucks it from you.

You look next to you that Jungkook had fallen into the place next to you. He took the pen and also made a mark on is wrist.

“Hey stranger.” He looks up to meet your gaze.

“You gonna try to out drink me tonight?” You eye him. He laughs a little.

“That’s not hard too do, you’re a light weight after all.” He teases. “Although I think Tae already has all of us beat.”

You glance over to Tae who you knew already had to at least been five in, sure enough when you check his wrist he has five little tick marks.

“You need to be careful friend.” You poke Tae’s arm and he waves you off.

“You’re not my mom!” He pouts, and you roll your eyes at him.

You turn back to see Jungkook was talking to Yoongi who was standing at the end of the booth, and feel Tae lean in next to you close to your ear.

“Yes Tae?” You give him a side eye and you can already see the smile on his face.

“You going to go for it tonight?” He tries to whisper but luckily is mostly drowned out by the music so nobody else heard.

“I’m not planning to do anything.�� You push his face away from you and you laugh.

Some of the others began to break away to go dance. You were certainly not the best dancer but you did like it when you were only surrounded by your friends who also could not dance very well. You probably needed at least another drink in you before you could have to courage to head out there.

“I’m going to go get a drink.” You try to say loudly and you shoved Jungkook a little bit, He immediately lets you out of the booth. You trot your way over to the bar and you just order yourself a AMF, it had a lot of alcohol so you would be able to get some courage running through you to dance here soon.

After a minute the bar tender hands you the drink. You weren’t sure how many tik marks you were going to need to add to your wrist when you got back to the table. You turned around and leaned against the bar to glance back at your friends. Your eyes immediately fell on Jungkook who had been showing Tae something on his phone, and they both seemed pretty amused by it. You took a moment just to take in Jungkook.

He had some of his hair tied back into a ponytail, he had a black jean jacket just over a tee shirt and he had some baggy pants on. He still looked incredibly good. You had never taken in his style before, it was unique to him. Definitely made him seem like he was a emo kid when he was younger probably. You were also dressed in all black though so you could argue the same thing for yourself.

Cece and Sana bust their way out of the crowd and immediately come to where you are standing at the bar.

“Come dance with us!” Cece tries to drag you but you pull your hand away from her.

“Not yet, I would rather embarrass myself when I have finished this whole thing.” You had maybe drank a quarter already but it hadn’t hit your system just yet.

“Come on no one will even be looking at you!” Sana says, she leans over the bar to order something for herself. The bartender just hands her a shot of tequila. “Unless you’re waiting to dance with someone.”

Sana wiggles her eyebrows, and her eyes point to Jungkook, Cece giggles next to you.

“I am not waiting for anyone.” You say very directly, but you are trying to hold back a smile.

“Hey, at least you got to hit that. I’m jealous.” Cece leans an arm on you and you both almost lose your balance.

“Why don’t you go get him then?” You say, but it leaves a bad taste on your mouth sending your friend after him.

“One, I’m not here to get in your way. Two, he’s definitely not my type. I see what you like him though with the whole dark aesthetic thing going on.” She smiled at you, you liked how cool she was about it.

“I’m just here to hang out with my friends. I’m not looking for anything to happen.” You knew both of them were eyeing you but you kept your eyes to the ground.

“Well, if you do change your mind, I would do it soon.” Sana points back to the table, where you see someone had already come over to talk to Jungkook.

“You may have never noticed because you weren’t paying attention before probably, Jungkook is always that guy wherever we go.” Sana rolled her eyes and she had also acquired a shot from the bartender.

You thought about what she said and you guess you had never noticed it before.

“Lots of girls will come up and do the touching and the flirting etcetera. He’s a catch, and he’s charming if you hadn’t noticed.” Cece added, “He rarely ever goes for it though, I have only ever seen him actually dance with any of them a few times. If that helps.”

Cece winks at you but you shouldn’t let any of it bother you. He doesn’t owe anything to you not to flirt back or go dance with any of them.

“He’s a grown man, he can do what he wants.” You then felt yourself sucking nothing out of your straw from your drink. You hadn’t realized you had sucked the whole thing down. You were going to be fucked up faster than you had anticipated.

The girl who was with him had pulled herself up a chair, she was doing all the moves she could to elicit some physical contact with him. He seemed to be having a nice conversation with her though. He didn’t seem like he wanted to retreat from her. He was more than allowed to go dance with her if he wanted, she was very pretty. He seemed to make her laugh about something.

Before you had the chance to look away though, Jungkook caught your line of sight.

His eyes softened at the sight of you. He still had such lovely eyes. You turned your gaze down though. You set your drink down on the bar.

“You know what, I think I am ready to go dance.” You smiled.

“Yay!” Cece cheers and she takes your hand into yours and the three of you pile into the crowd in front of you.

You could tell the alcohol was starting to hit your system. So, you wouldn’t really have to think about what you looked like or danced like. Even though you knew you were terrible.

You seemed to dance for what felt like a long time. You didn’t bother to move around too much. Song after song you Cece and Sana would just mostly be jumping and screaming lyrics at the top of your lungs. Again it was mostly you just jumping around and the it all was feeling like a blur because of the lights and the fact you could barely hear yourself. You found yourself spinning in circles a lot, because it felt like you were just free.

Sana had eventually gotten Namjoon and he joined us in our little dance circle. He was just vey large and didn’t know how to move his body very well but he made it a very enjoyable time. You had also spotted Tae and Jimin dancing with people here and there but they had been doing there own things.

You were quite buzzed but not drunk for sure. Everything just felt jiggy and good and you felt a little invincible.

Eventually everyone needed a little break and so the three of you giggled your way our of the crowd with Namjoon following in toe behind the three of you. You were all stumbling a little but you were able to get yourself back on your feet okay. You figured it might be a good time to sit down and rest. Once you had cleared your way back to the table you found Yoongi and Yuna at the booth alone.

“Where did everyone else go?” You huffed as you plopped yourself down.

“Mostly everyone is on the dance floor now. Jungkook is getting me a drink. Some guy has been creeping on me so I didn’t feel good going up.” Yuna said.

Cece slid in on the other side of the booth of her, and Namjoon and Sana took the seats on the end of the table.

“Wow what a gentlemen.” Cece teased wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You glanced over to the bar to see the back of Jungkook’s body faced away from the table. You were having a hard time focusing so you had to lay your head down on the table. Everything was sideways now. Still, you could see that once again some other girl seemed to be chatting with him again, completely different girl from earlier. You sighed heavily and Yoongi took notice.

“What are you huffing about?” he bumped your shoulder. You groaned at the sudden movement.

“Do you think he likes that type of girl?” You stared down at the table.

“If you are talking about Jungkook, than no. He just gets hit on a lot.” Yoongi patted you on the back, “What? Worried your fuck buddy is going to get snatched up from under you?”

“He’s my one time fuck buddy.”

“We’ll see.”

You weakly punched him in the shoulder. You don’t get why everyone was so set on you and Jungkook all of the sudden. You knew they liked to tease you but you felt like everyone was in on something you didn’t know about.

Jungkook than seemed to brush off the girl he was talking too and he walked himself back but his hands were balancing a few drinks. He had such large hands.

You shouldn’t be thinking about his hands.

“Okay, here is your drink Yuna.” He pushed a brightly colored drink in her direction, “Than here are three waters for the party animals.”

“Where is my water?” Namjoon pouted at him.

“You haven’t had anything to drink. I’m not too worried about you right now.” Jungkook pushed a water over to Cece and Sana and then put one right in your face. The side of the cup made him looked all warped and you giggled.

Jungkook caught on to what you could see and he made a funny face, which just looked worse in the glass and you laughed a little. You then felt his hand come up on your back and it made you flinch and sit up straight.

“Are you okay?” He asked, he had a little worry in his eyes. His hand had retreated away.

“N-nothing. You just scared me is all.” You smiled, and his eyes softened. You hadn’t expected him to try to comfort you.

“You should drink some of the water. It’ll help.”

“Water bad. Table against brain, good.” You laid your head back down onto the table again. You wanted to have another drink but considering how many shots were in your AMF you should probably wait a little.

He pushed some hair away that had fallen over your eyes. His eyes were completely locked on you. His hand moved to rub your back and you didn’t protest this time. It felt nice, his hand was warm. You could have almost felt yourself almost begin to fall asleep. You decided to fight the feeling though because you hadn’t even been out that long to feel tired. You sat up enough to take a sip of the water to help fight the feeling. Jungkook’s hand didn’t leave your back. Just rubbing it in light circles.

“Why haven’t you come to dance yet?” You turned to look at him.

“Do you want me too?” He raised an eyebrow to you.

“Yeah, it’s fun! I think you would like it.” You give him a soft smile, you really would like to dance with him. It didn’t have to be bumping for grinding or anything, you just wanted to have a good time with him.

“Here, finish the water first and I’ll come dance. Deal?” He held his other hand to you to shake, you lazily took it and shook it.

“You got a deal, oh I can’t wait to see your dance moves.” You give him a cheeky smile. You took the glass of water and you drank it down pretty quickly. Which cooled you down a ton. You were sure you didn’t smell good, which wasn’t something you were totally keen for Jungkook to experience from you.

“Alright I drank my water. Dance time mister.” You poke him in the chest.

He laughed at you and he got out of the booth and held a hand out for you to help you out. You almost don’t let go of his hand but he pulls it away so he can take his jacket off. He didn’t want to keep it on since it was going to get hot. You give him a wide smile and hold your hand out to him again. He clasped your hand in his, and you began to drag him to the middle of the floor. You had pushed past quite a few people but you made it to a clear spot.

You hadn’t felt it before but your heart was pounding against your chest. You felt like your entire body had been set on fire. You had your hand sit wrapped around Jungkook’s but you hadn’t turned back around to look at him.

You just decided to not think. Don’t put pressure on it.

You turned around and found yourself basically pressed against Jungkook. You gulp hard, don’t think. You basically just went back to what you had been doing before, just yelling the lyrics at the top of your lungs and just jumping around. You took both of Jungkooks hands in yours.

He was completely mesmerized by you, just completely letting go.

He couldn’t help but laugh at you because you would forget some lyrics here and there and mumble though it but at the top of your lungs. You just waved interlocked hands around, you were a little nervous to get closer. Jungkook then took one of your hands and pulled you into him. You lost your breath a little bit.

His eyes had that starry look in them.

You wrapped both of your arms around his neck. You felt both of his hands press into your lower back, closing any space between the both of you. Jungkook took a little control back and sway you both to the music. It felt nice being so close to him. It could have just been the alcohol but you felt your body completely mold to his. Jungkook had moved his head and completely bared it in your neck, it was a little ticklish so you let out a laugh, but he didn’t let you move away from him.

One of your hands had found its way into his hair, you mostly were just feeling it between your fingers. It was soft and you, without even have thought about it, had tugged on it a little. Jungkook lifted his head to meet your gaze, he had a confused expression. He didn’t pull away from you at all.

“Did you just pull my hair?”

You were embarrassed.

“No. Maybe.” You smiled, “Maybe a little.”

You giggled a little bit, completely out of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” You sputter a little bit, Jungkook leaned back down to you, his lips brushing against your cheek.

“I liked it.” He said lowly.

You felt his hands grip on your hips, this made you yelp a little but it was certainly drowned out by the music. His lips grazing against your skin slightly. You send a wave of heat through you. He spun you around so that your back was pressed against him. You both were just swaying with the music and your ass was pressed up against his crotch. You could feel his bulge pressed up against you. He didn’t seem like he was trying to hide it.

Flashes from the night you two were together enter your mind, how he had you in a position where he pounded you from behind. The thought of it was making you act up a little, and having Jungkook’s hands all over you again wasn’t helping.

“Getting a little excited are we?” Jungkook says right into you. You smile to yourself, you were glad it was dark because he can’t see you turn red.

“I could say the same about you.” You say, and he hums into the skin on your neck.

“What do you need?” He pressed a kiss to the skin on your neck and it sends a shiver through you. He leaves a few more kiss down your neck.

“God I don’t know.” You stutter. You feel one of his hands find the skin just under your shirt. He didn’t go any further.

You wanted him. You wanted to experience every little bit of him again. You didn’t want to pass up the opportunity again.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“It’s difficult to say what I won’t let you do right now.” You giggle a little, you feel him smile against your skin. “I’m surprised you even are paying attention to me with all those beautiful women hanging off you earlier.”

“I didn’t want any of them.” He then used his leverage on your hips to spin you around to face him. “I want you.”

“You’re drunk.” You don’t look at him directly. He takes your chin in his hand and he gently turns your head so your eyes meet.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring earlier.”

“I wasn’t staring.” You roll your eyes.

“What were you doing then?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Admiring the lighting.” You sounded completely unbelievable.

“Mhm, well I’ll say I shamelessly was staring at you.” He gave you a soft smile.

Both of your faces had gotten incredibly close now. You were looking between his lips and his eyes. It felt like you were both unsure whether this was the right move. You lean forward a bit and you only brush lips slightly but didn’t kiss. Jungkook does the same in hesitation, but you feel this rush through you and you press your lips against his.

Jungkook’s hands completely press you into him and you place your hands on both sides of his face. Neither take a moment to brake away for air just completely wrapping yourself up in each other. You find yourself smiling through it. You were completely wrapped up in the smell of his cologne. He was intoxicating, everything was feeling even more fuzzy and warm as you were just wrapped up in him.

He breaks away from you for a second. Just to get some air. You both were heavily breathing each other in.

“Y/N!” You hear a voice from behind you. You break your self away from Jungkook to turn to see who it was.

You found yourself met with Tae and Jimin who were walking towards you. You hadn’t seen both of them in a while.

“Hi!” You straighten yourself up, “Where have you guys been all night!”

“Dancing! We were up by the Dj!” Jimin was basically screaming in your face. It made you laugh, because you figured he probably couldn’t hear a thing.

“We were just heading back to the table!” Tae was also basically screaming in your face, you laughed.

“Jungkook!” Jimin screamed and jumped to hug him behind you.

“What were yall doing!” Taehying scared you out of your skin.

“We were uh-…” You felt your cheeks turn red. “We were just dancing.”

Tae didn’t believe you for a second, smirked at you. Then he grabbed Jimins arm pulling him away from Jungkook. “Come on! Let’s go get some water!” Tae gives you a knowing look and you couldn’t help but face palm. “You two have fun!”

Jungkook turns back to you.

“You want to go back with them?” He asks, he takes your hand in his.

“Sure.” You smile at him.

You both start to work your way back through the crowds of people, before you make it back to your table where Jimin and Tae had already grabbed some chairs. Most of the others were back now too, mostly all taking breaks to let their feet rest. You and Jungkook stood at the end of the booth. He had himself placed behind you, so everyone didn’t have to see you both were still holding hands. He had also been running his hand up and down your back.

The night continued on with some more drinks. You had had a few more and so did Jungkook. You had gotten to dance with Tae and Jimin as well. It was nice to just party around with them. You all eventually had all been dancing together and had your friends own little dance party in the middle of the club.

Jungkook stayed with you the whole time, he would steal touches and a kiss or two every so often from you. He was leaving you completely breathless. It all ended a little too soon though, the club slowly came to a close and everyone was kicked out. Everyone slowly piled out the door and into the streets.

“I’m not ready to be done!” Yuna whined and she was hanging off of yoongi’s shoulder.

“Bitch you’re wasted, you need to go home.” Hoseok scolded her, and picked up her other shoulder so Yoongi and him were both basically carrying her.

“Do you guys need help getting her home?” Jungkook asked the two of them, but they waved him off.

Yoongi had only one drink so he was fine to get both of them home.

“I brought my car so if anyone needs a ride, come with me now.” He announced to everyone. Jin and Cece had taken him up on that and they followed them down the street.

“Get home safe!” You yell to them.

You weren’t in the best shape either. All the alcohol had caught up with you hard, Jungkook was the only thing keeping you standing up. You were also uncontrollably giggling.

Tae and Jimin had ordered and uber but they were heading to the other side of town with Namjoon and Sana.

“Hey are you two okay to get home?” Namjoon asked but you weren’t even sure if that is what he actually said.

“Yeah I got us. I have an uber on the way.” Oh yeah you had forgotten you had given Jungkook your address. He was just going to get you back to your place.

You watch as they all pile into the car and give you waves and shouts goodbye. You blew them all a kiss goodbye with a giggle. Jungkook was just holding onto you, making sure you don’t accidentally trip over yourself. You just leaned into him, it was rather cold outside so having the heat of his body on your back was nice. Now that you were both alone you wrap both of his hands up in yours.

You glance up to him.

“Hi.” He smiles down at you.

“I’m very drunk.” You cough a little bit.

“Yes you are, but we are going to get you home.” He starts to push you towards a car that just pulled up.

He opens the door for you and gets you settled in the car. It wasn’t too long of a drive before you had arrived at your place. It wasn’t easy but you got yourselves up the stairs okay. You were mostly laughing and your ticklishness had become heightened to anytime Jungkook went to help keep you on your feet you would just begin laughing.

He had managed to wrestle your keys from you so he could get the door open for you.

He was completely amused by you but it was going to be good to get you to bed.

“Alright here we are.” You stumble past him and raise your arms up in the air to stretch properly.

“Welcome to my house!” You weakly smile at him. He laughs at you. You really hoped you hadn’t left any crap around but you couldn’t remember.

“Thank you, but I have been here before.” He places his hands on your shoulders to start walking to your room.

“No you haven’t” You try remembering when he ever could have been at your house before.

“You hosted new years last year when you moved in.”

It came flooding back.

“Oh yeah, you have been here before.” You open the door to your bedroom, and glory in the sight of your bed. You also thanked yourself that you had actually made it that morning.

You slowly trudged over to it and fell face first into it. Almost immediately you could feel sleep running over you. Jungkook noticed but you still had your shoes and coat all on.

“Hold on.” He sits you up, and you groan at him. “You need to get out of your clothes first. You’ll be way more comfortable.”

“I’m so tired though.” You pout, and he kneels down in front of you and he helps you take off your boots. He doesn’t say anything and he just helps you. Tossing your shoes to the side of the room.

You unzip your jacket and throw it down on the ground. When he gets your other boot off he was about to stand up with you stop him when you place one of your hands on his cheeks. He was really nice to look at. You move his hair back away from his face. At some point he had taken his hair out of the ponytail. You smiled at him and you pulled his face into yours, you place a soft kiss to his lips and he reciprocates it. He had his hands placed on your thighs. Every touch was warm and he was so gentle with you.

He pulls away from you.

“Get changed. I’ll get you some water.”

He gets to his feet and he leaves your room closing the door behind him.

You decided it would have done you better to take a shower. It actually wasn’t too late when you had gotten home, so getting all of the club stink off of you would help. It also helped to sober you up quite a bit. You mostly just rinsed off and didn’t wash your hair. You got yourself changed into some sweatpants and a sweater.

You opened your door to find Jungkook just standing in your kitchen. He was leaned against the counter. He had taken his jacket off, and he was messing around on his phone. In front of him were two glasses of water, one you assumed was his and another that had an aspirin bottle next to it.

“Oh my god you are still here.” You whisper shout at him, even though you had no reason too.

“Yeah, I promised Tae that I would make sure you were alright.” He stood up straight looking at you.

“You didn’t have to stay though.” You walk over to him and you take the glass from in front of him and take two aspirin.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t bother me.” He takes a step closer to you.

“Hey if anything earlier wasn’t okay-…” You start but he immediately picks up on what you’re going to say and cuts you off.

“Don’t even. I wanted it too.” He used a serious tone. “Besides, it’s kind of sexy that you were a little jealous.”

“I was not.” You smack him in the shoulder and take a sip of your water.

“Hey, it’s alright. I know I’m irresistible.” He smirks. You couldn’t stand this man.

“Glad to see you’re at least self aware.”

You sit in silence for a bit and he looks back to his phone. You catch yourself staring at him again, you had been observing all of his tattoos that ran up his arm, he had gotten more of the years, his arm was basically full now.

You had to tear your eyes away before it could wander too far. You thought about what he had said earlier, and what Cece said. He really could have anyone or have gotten any person at the club earlier if he really wanted too.

He really was breathtaking.

“What’s going on in there?” He poked your forehead and you brushed his hands away. You guess he had noticed you in thought.

“Just thinking of ways to kick you out,” You turn your back to him, “I think a kick in the ass is my best course of action.”

“Rude, don’t hurt my ass like that.”

“You’re lucky it’s cute, so I might spare you.”

You grab your glass of water and were about to walk back to your room. Before you turn around to look at him, he really didn’t need to stay. It wasn’t terribly late but you wanted to make sure he was also good to make it home.

“Seriously. I’m good now. You don’t have to stay.” You reassure him, “If you need, you can crash on my couch if you don’t feel like heading home.”

“I might actually do that.”

“Yes please.” You go into your room and you take a pillow from off of your bed. You walk back out and you place it on the couch. “Take the couch, or you can have my bed.”

“I’m not taking your bed Y/N. The couch is great.” He comes over to you and he takes your arm into his hand.

His hand slowly trailed down your arm to your hand. You watch his movements and he took your hand into his. It felt nice, his hands were soft and so large compared to yours. Your skin also tingled under his touch. You just let your hands swing together. He then leaned down and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and your cheeks flushed red. He then placed another kiss to where your jaw met your neck, and then slowly down your neck. You sucked in a sharp breath. His other hand reached around your waist and pulled you into him. You let your self just fall into him. You wrapped you other arm around his back.

“Jungkook.” You breathe out. He had begun to suck on a spot you enjoyed. You felt like your knees were going to collapse under yourself.

“Yes darling?” He stopped himself and his breath fanned on your neck.

“I-…” You pause, oh you wanted him bad. “I need you.”

That was all he needed to lift you off of your feet, he grabs underneath your thighs and lifts you up. You laugh a little wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Thank god.” He whispers, before he walks you to your bed and you fall down together on it.

He immediately presses his lips to yours and you pull so he is laying completely on you. You had completely trapped him and he wanted every part of you. You break away from him for a minute and you pull his shirt above his head. He also helped you pull up yours off of your head and immediately reattached his lips to yours.

It felt exactly like it had before, he felt he was kissing you as if he would never get to again. You couldn’t get enough of each other. You could already tell he was hard through his pants. You also were already wet from him barely touching you, since your underwear was stuck to you.

Jungkook pulls away from you to kiss down your neck and then down the front of your body. He pulls your pants down your legs quickly, tossing them to the side. Before he came back up to be eye line with you. His eyes were dark as he looked down at you, taking you all in once again.

His hand teased you running along the edge of your underwear. It was agonizing, you couldn’t take it so you reach your hand to relieve yourself of some tension. He immediately stops your hand and pins it down next to you has he holds himself above you.

“That’s my job,” He brushes his lips against yours. You whine.

“Please, I need it.” You wanted to him to just fuck you already.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks at you, as he dips his hand down into you underwear to start rubbing you, “Where do you need me?”

You close your eyes and just enjoy his touch, you were already soaked. You moan as he teases two of his fingers at your entrance.

“Do you need me right here?” He leans into your ear and leaves a small bite to you skin.

“Yes.” You moan shamelessly, your hips were wiggling out of your control to feel him.

He presses two fingers into you and already begins to pump them in and out of you. He kisses you and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. You had your hands digging into his back. He used his thumb to rub you while his fingers worked there way into and out of you.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” You break your kiss and you are barely whispering.

“I’ve been thinking about you too.” He hums, “It’s been driving me crazy. It was so hard to resist you when I first saw you tonight.”

“Yeah?” You open your eyes to find he had already been staring at you.

“I wanted you. You looked so good.” His breathing was heavy, “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“I couldn’t either.” You breath hitches in your throat when he adds another finger into you. He just enjoys the sight of you taking pleasure in his touch.

“When your ass was pressed against me, it took everything in me not to take your right there.” His lips brushed against yours again but before you could actually kiss him he pulled away, teasing you.

“I need my mouth for something else.” He kisses you quickly before you feel his fingers leave you, and you whimper.

Jungkook is just standing at the end of the bed and you look up to him and hes sucking off his fingers. It was something you had seen before but it just got you even more wound up.

“I forgot how good you taste.” He says before he lowers himself to his knees pulling your underwear off your legs, and presses his tongue against you.

You felt like you barely got a breath in as his mouth went to work on you. You still craved more from him. You wanted to be filled up with him already. The dreams you had been having about him were making you more frustrated throughout the week. You admitted had to relieve yourself after one of them but it wasn’t the same.

“Jungkook..” you moan.

He doesn’t break away from you and he just hums against your core. He starts to use his hands to help bring you closer. He wanted to eat you out through your orgasm. He looked up at you and seeing your head completely thrown back in pleasure made him just want to shove himself in you right now.

You reached your hands down and gripped onto the back of his head, tugging on his hair which made him groan into you. You were a complete mess and small moans kept leaving your mouth under his touch. His tongue was completely buried into you and one of his hands was rubbing your clit. The sound of him was completely explicit and wet. He was completely devouring you. His tongue kept flicking you right in the right spot and you could feel your orgasm rising quickly.

“I’m-I’m going to cum.” You moan, you were starting to become over stimulated but Jungkook didn’t let up for a second.

He didn’t break away from you as your orgasm completely rolled over you and Jungkook lived in it as he tasted you come all over his mouth. Continued to eat you out through your orgasm, completely cleaning you up before he pulled himself away. You were completely elated.

He stood back to his feet as you sat up on your elbows to look up to him. He placed both of his arms on either side of you before kissing you. You could taste yourself on his mouth and you let out a sigh as his tongue dipped into your mouth.

“How was that?” He pulled back from you and you were a little bit speechless.

“Really fucking good.” You weren’t done with him yet. You also stood to your feet. Your bodies were pressed against each other. You pull his face down to yours but not to kiss him, you leave kisses down his neck.

“God you’re so lovely,” His hand reaches down behind you and he holds onto your ass and pulls your hips into him, his bulge pressing into you.

“What can I do for you?” You ask almost shyly. He picks up on that, he spins you around and presses your ass into him.

“Let me burry myself in you.” He groans, he was ready to completely lose himself in you. He reaches his hand round in front of you to rub you a little bit more again.

You whimper from the overstimulation but it still felt so good.

“I want-“ Your breath catches in your throat, “I want to do something for you though.”

“Just being inside you will be enough. I want to make you feel good. Over..” he whispers and pushes you into him more. “And over again.”

You feel him step back from you and you hear him pull what was both his pants and his boxers off. He wraps both of his arms around you again you feel his dick fully pressed against your ass. Jungkook buries his face into your neck as his hands run all over you again. You turn around and pull him in to kiss you. You grab his length in between you two and you pump it a few times. He groans into your mouth, letting you know that he enjoys it.

You rub over his tip which already had some precum on it. You pump him a few more times before you stop. You wanted to suck him off but you needed him in your so badly.

“I want to sit on you.” His eyes open to meet yours. It felt embarrassing to say but he placed himself on the end of the bed. He didn’t say anything just stared at you with full lust in his eyes.

“Is this okay?” You didn’t want to do anything that wasn’t comfortable for him.

“More than okay.” He wraps your hand in his. He pulls you so you are standing between his legs which are spread open. “I’ve thought about you on top of me many times before.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yeah?” You smiled and placed both of your hands on the back of his neck.

“Getting to have you on top of me is a privilege.” His hands are on your hips and you can tell he is eager for you. You smiled and your press your lips to his and find your tongues way into his mouth. He smiles against you. Before you pull away and bite on his lower lips a little.

He responds with a low moan.

“You’re going to be the end of me.” His eyes lower looking at you.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Shit.” He thinks about it and he hadn’t brought one with him, “I don’t. If I am being honest I had no idea I would need it.”

“You’re fine. I’m on birth control so I’m not worried.” You climb on top of him. His dick pressed against his stomach when you place where your knees want them to be.

“Are you sure?” He wants to make sure you’re positive.

“Yes.” You grab him and you give him a few pumps and his head falls back in ecstasy. You lift your self up a little bit and you positioned him at your entrance. Jungkooks hands found their way to your ass and was gripping you tight.

His eyes were closed in anticipation. You run your other hand through his hair.

“Open your eyes for me.” You whisper.

He complies and as soon as he does you lower yourself down on his length. You mouth falling open in a moan as he stretches you out. You press your forehead against his as you completely take his length in your pussy. He lets out a groan and he squeezed your ass in his hands. Your legs were tense for a moment.

“God I missed this.” He whispers. He moves your hips a little bit for you which makes you gasp.

“Jungkook..” You moan as you lift yourself on him and then allow yourself to fall back down on his length fully and you both moan into each other. He was filling you all the way up to your cervix. You were completely stretched out.

His dick was so warm and twitched inside of you which made you want to scream. It felt so good. Having your skin touching each other. You began moving yourself up and down faster on him and small yelps left your mouth each time. He helped you a little bit moving your ass in just the right way down on top of him. Your head fell onto his shoulder as you were bouncing on top of him.

You couldn’t believe how good he felt inside of you and how easy it was so slide on and off of him. Jungkooks head was completely fall back and his mouth was open and he was breathing heavily at the feeling. He was coming to his climax fast so he slowed you down. Which drove you crazy, the slow feeling of him slipping in and out of you, he would have you completely come off of him and then come back down onto him.

“God, it’s so good.” You moan. Your knees were starting to give up on you but you were enjoying this feeling way too much to leave this position.

“Look at you take me so well.” He groans into your skin.

“Only for you.” You breathe and suddenly he rocks his hips up into you, making you let go of a little scream.

“Oh ho ho,” He chuckles into your ear, “You like that?”

He rocks back up into you again and you moaned, trying to bite down on your lip to hold yourself back.

“Come on, you can scream for me baby.” He grips onto your ass and lifts you off him a little before forcing you back down.

“Jungkook.” You moan, “Pull my hair.”

One of his hands slowly traces up your back slowly before you feel him grip your hair and pull your head back. This causes you to clench around him. You always like it a little rough.

Jungkook places a few kisses up your neck, you could tell he was smiling against your skin.

“You like it when I’m rough with you?” He has a smirk on his face looking at you. All you can manage is a nod but that’s not enough. “You were so eager to use your voice before, I need to hear it now baby.”

“Yes.” You stutter. Your hands were digging into his shoulders. You start to pick up the pace up on top of him once again. His head was twitching inside of you, he was getting close.

“God you feel so amazing.” His words came out a little sloppy, he tries to slow you down because he wants you to hit your climax again. He was hitting you right on your g spot. Every few thrusts he would thrust up into you. He was trying to do what he could to keep his high back.

“I can’t get enough Jungkook. I need more of this.” You stare into his eyes, and he knows what you mean. “I need you.”

“You have all of me.” He kisses you. He just drinks you in for a moment. You were obsessed with having him like this. Underneath you but he was still very much in control.

“You have me too.” You were getting sloppier on top of him, just as you feel your orgasm hit you. You completely come apart on top of him and he takes this opportunity to thrust up into you.

“Use me.” He moaned, “Use me for your high.” He was close himself. Feeling you clenching around him was bringing him to his edge. He wanted you to use every part of him. He was yours.

You keep bouncing yourself on top of him, your high had stopped and you weren’t completely fucked out but you didn’t want to steal him of a good orgasm. You picked up your pace, you feel his head twitch in you.

“Where do you want me too..?” He can barely get his words out.

“Just cum inside of me.” You moan into his ear.

Before he could say anything he completely blew himself up all inside of you. His seed completely filled you up and it felt amazing. You slowly continued riding him through it before he stopped you completely. Dripping down himself.

You look down to see the mess that was between you and smiled. You knew you were going to be sore from being in this position so long but it felt so good. You slowly pull yourself off of him and you both groan from the stimulation. Jungkook falls onto his back on your bed and you walk over to your bathroom to clean yourself up a bit.

After you did what you needed to do, you came back into your room and Jungkook had moved himself up on your bed and he had put his boxers back on. He beamed seeing you come back into the room.

“Come here you.” He got off the bed to come over to you, he immediately enveloped you in a kiss.

He had wrapped both of his arms around you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn’t want to let him go for a second. You kept him as close to you as you could. He pulls away from you and kisses all over your face. They were small little delicate kisses and they made you laugh a little.

“Here let me put my clothes back on.” You push away from him but he doesn’t let go of your hand. “Jungkook!”

He just gives you a wide smile before he lets go of your hand. You quickly put the same sweat pants back on but you find yourself a tank top to put on instead. Once your are fully dressed. You turned around to see he has laid back down in your bed, he’s just smiling at you.

“What?” You look away from him.

“You’re gorgeous.” He was serious.

You slowly climb into your bed next to him and flop yourself down, but before you can do anything Jungkook pulls you into him and places a kiss to your shoulder. You wrap both of his hands into yours.

“Alright,” You start, “We should probably talk about this, this time.”

Jungkook laughs a little.

“Okay. What do you want then?”

“Well I don’t know.” You turn around and look at him. “Because like maybe we should go on like a date or something.”

“Well do you even want too?” He asks seriously, it wasn’t something you had asked yourself whether you just wanted to get your metaphorical dick wet or if you actually wanted something real.

“Well I’m quite sure I do. Do you want to even go on a date with me?” You chewed on your bottom lip.

“Nah you’re not weird enough for me.” He teased you and you shoved him.

“Stop! I’m being serious.”

“I would like nothing more than to actually take you on a date. A real date.” He moves some hair away from your eyes and leave his hand resting on your cheek. “Though I think we have already skipped a few steps in the relationship department.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to still be romanced like anyone else.” You smile to yourself.

“Oh yeah? Romanced?” He pokes you and you laugh.

“Yeah! What’s wrong with that?” You pout.

“Nothing at all,” He leans in and he kisses you, “If that is the trade for getting to be with you like this than I would do all the stupid cheesy shit.”

You couldn't help the smile playing on your lips, it was kind of cute of him to say.

“Shut up.” You cover your face. He pulls your hands away and kisses you again.

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mikrokosmosjk · 5 months ago

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The Monogamy Monologues

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Rom-Com / Smut

Synopsis: The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. (Part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series)

Warnings: making out in public, oral (male), hair pulling, jk is kind of dominant but so is Y/N, face riding, nipple play, denied orgasm, dirty talk, jk is cocky, sope wear bathrobes without underwear

TW: Past borderline substance abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms + depression/anxiety are mentioned. Yoongi is anti-toxic masculinity & encourages people to ask for help.

Word Count: 42,729

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mikrokosmosjk · 5 months ago

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⋆ TAGS — boxer!jk, he’s a fanboy, pouty jkkkkkk, oc’s a idol, sugar daddy elements, fluffy, rom-com vibess, jk’s secretly a little sub who loves praise, praise kinks, making love, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, rough sex, pussy-eating, unprotected sex, creampies, very light dirty talk, oc’s a tease, jk just loves oc, some violence (nothing serious jk punches a guy), oc’s a pillow princess, mainly dom!jk, subby!oc who is a menace, jk is super protective and a good bf, he beats someone up for you, tit play

⋆ WORD COUNT — 14.6 k

Jeon Jungkook was many things—charismatic, “lover boy”, charming—but the biggest one of all: a pain in the ass (for Yoongi). Jungkook was the type of guy to do whatever he wanted WHEN he wanted.

The kid had a strong backbone, Yoongi will give him that but it was an absolute nightmare dealing with the press for someone like Jungkook. Yoongi can count on his fingers how many times Jungkook’s gotten into heat for his loud ass mouth. Sometimes not all publicity was necessary whether it was good or bad in Yoongi’s opinion (not that anyone’s ever asked).

“Where is he? That little shit–” Yoongi growls behind gritted teeth as he storms through the gym towards the private training room Jungkook usually practiced in.

He slams the door open and locks eyes with his target, “There you are–!”

Jungkook stops in his tracks and turns around in surprise, “Hyung?” He’s confused as fuck because he’s been behaving himself lately, sooo what did he do now? “Yoongi hyung—ow! What the hell was that for?”

“How many times did I tell your ass to keep your little flings under the radar? I told you: if you’re gonna be fooling around with people do it on the down low but no, you just gotta fucking let the world know huh?” Yoongi seethes, literally trembling with rage from where Jungkook stands.

Jungkook makes a confused noise, “But I didn’t–”

“Then, what. The. Fuck. Is this?” Yoongi slaps his phone in Jungkook’s face, on it there’s some tweet with an article linked to it.

Jungkook squints his eyes mumbling under his breath as he reads the tweet out loud, “..Idol l/n y/n caught in a dating scandal with infamous boxer Jeon Jungkook–what’s the big deal though, everyone usually ignores these types of things.”

Yoongi looks like he wants to scream, “Kid you realize you’re a celebrity right?” Nod. “Okay, and she’s a celebrity too right?” Nod. “So why in the FUCK wouldn’t this be a big deal? I mean, it’s not like we’re not talking about the nation’s ‘sweetheart’ here, the country’s fucking pride and joy.” He really needs a fucking smoke right now.

“Hyung it’s just a fucking rumor she probably doesn’t even care or know about it, I don’t see why you’re stressing out. Not like I know her either,” Jungkook carelessly says as he throws a few punches at the bag, “you’re gonna end up bald with how you’re stressing right now.”

Yoongi takes a deep breath, in, out, in, out. “Because, idiot,” emphasis on the idiot, “this shit is getting out of control, you have any idea how many fucking news outlets are talking about this? For fucks sake the entire country is in shambles cause their ‘precious’ y/n is supposedly dating some lowlife boxer, no biggie really it’s not like I haven’t been getting threats either over this little stunt of yours.” He glares.

Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh as he stops in his tracks, “Hyung I didn’t do anything, so fucking what if I posted a pic with my photocard, it’s MY photocard! Don’t her fans do that shit too, so why is it a problem that I do it too?”

“Because people think you’re dating now! They think you’re soft launching her or something!” Yoongi tugs at his hair, “You realize if people find out you fucked with her just to get in her bed they’re gonna lose it and not just on her but you mainly. You want a fucking witch hunt out for you? Because you know damn well they love her more than you.”

“Ouch.” Jungkook grumbles petulantly.

“No, ouch, use your fucking brain think about the damage you’ll take all because you wanted to fuck their little princess.” Yoongi glares.

Jungkook’s almost offended that Yoongi would think of him like that. Sure he had his fair share of groupies and models but Jungkook wasn’t a complete asshole about it! He had feelings too, he’s not sorry that he was fucking casually like any other normal person who was looking to unwind. It also isn’t his fault that they labeled him a playboy.

In the eyes of the public Jungkook was a menace as there were rumors of him knocking models up and cheating on the girls he’s ever gotten spotted with. Everyday he woke up and there was something new that came out whether it was him “dating” or his flings coming out to talk about their one night stands.

Needless to say he didn’t have the best public image.

“Okay let me stop you there, I’m not after her for sex or anything. If you really want to know, I'm actually interested in her. I wanna get to know her some more and take things further y’know?” He huffs and wipes the sweat off his brow with his shirt.

Yoongi scoffs, “Yeah right, I’ll believe it when I see it.” As he finishes his sentence the door opens and Namjoon pops in with Seokjin, the two team members hauling in some duffle bags in tow.

“What’s going on? The hell Yoongi look so red for?” Namjoon huffs as he drops the bag gracelessly, “Jungkook what did you do now?” He clicks his tongue in disappointment, tutting him like a misbehaved child.

Jungkook’s mouth drops open, this traitor! He’s supposed to be on his side, not Yoongi’s. Seokjin interrupts with a loud cackle, “What didn’t he do?” Another traitor! Jungkook can’t believe this, his own hyungs against him.

“Long story short Romeo over here is in a dating scandal—not with just anybody though, fucking l/n y/n. Y’know, the poster child.” Yoongi spits harshly, shooting Jungkook another pissy look while he’s at it.

Namjoon’s mouth drops open in shock, Seokjin actually looks pretty terrified too which is funny because if only he could see the face he’s making right now.

“No way you’re insane for that, shit good luck with the press because they don’t play about their little popstar.” Namjoon manages to utter once the shock passes.

Jungkook glares, “I didn’t do anything! They’re mad I’m showing off my photocard, I bet you that they’re jealous because they don’t have this one.” He huffs and thrusts his phone out to show them his phone case.

“What exactly did you do?” Seokjin laughs.

“Nothing! I posted a mirror pic and I didn’t expect a bunch of crazies to over analyze shit and spot the photocard. Not like it’s MY fault people make up narratives and shit.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away safely in his pocket, “But you know what, just wait and see.”

“Wait and see what?” Namjoon snorts in amusement.

“Hyung doesn’t believe me but I’m serious about her, I’m gonna ask her out and from there maybe talk and get to know each other. One thing for sure she’s gonna be my girl unless she slaps me in the face and tells me to leave her alone or somethin,” Jungkook grins as he elbows his still pissed off manager.

Seokjin looks at him with a shit-eating grin, “Sure let me know how that ends up going for you.”

Jungkook purses his lips, “You’ll see..”

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They end up in Miami for a boxing match Jungkook has pending but his opponent ended up coming down with something so it got canceled. Now Jungkook has no clue what to do for an entire week and it doesn’t help that he’s jet lagged, hungry, and tired. Not a good combination.

“Did they say when the match will be back on?” Jungkook mumbles boredly from his spot on the lounge chair in his hotel. He’s slumped over scrolling down his phone looking at random shit on his feed.

“Hard to tell Kook, apparently the guy’s really sick and can barely get outta bed or somethin’. They said it was better to wait it out for a week and see what happens with him.” Yoongi sighs deeply, “Fuck, just our luck too.”

Jungkook nods in agreement, “What do we do now hyung? Do we go back or..?”

Yoongi takes a seat on the opposite side of him with a shrug, “Dunno, do whatever you want since the match is canceled. Me and Joon gotta stay back to talk with the event organizers and shit.”

He goes quiet for a few moments before sitting up, “Oh wait there’s an award show going on right now, they sent me an invite for you but I don’t know if you wanna go or not.”

“Award show?” Jungkook makes a face but what other shit does he have to do? It’s not like he’s got a match anymore anyways, maybe the after party will be cool or something. “I guess, why do they want me there?”

“Appearances for the press—you know, the usual.” Yoongi hums.

Jungkook’s lips are pursed as he looks around deep in thought. DOES he wanna go? It’s not like this would be the first time they’ve asked him to make an appearance but Jungkook doesn’t really like these types of things. Red carpets and interviews are so tedious and time consuming.

Wait—

“Hyung!” He suddenly gasps, “Holy shit—pass me my suit.” He says as he bolts away into the bathroom.

Yoongi looks at him in confusion, “What..kid what the hell are you on?” He snorts, “Don’t tell me you’re excited to go to this thing.” Nonetheless he still takes out Jungkook’s suit for him and lays it on the bed.

“No you don’t understand,” Jungkook cuts off as he splashes his face with water, “y/n is probably gonna be there!”

“y/n—Jungkook really?” Yoongi groans, “I thought you were playing around last time, I didn’t think you were actually serious about it.”

Jungkook holds back his whine, “Hyung you always think I’m playing around, why isn’t anyone taking me seriously about her! I swear I have good intentions.”

“I dunno, maybe cause you have a habit of sleeping with anything that walks and looks pretty to you. Or maybe the fact that you’ve done this before. Should I remind you of that one model from Cancun?” Jungkook pouts, “Or the bartender chick from LA?” His pout deepens, “Or the girl from Paris?”

“Okay I get it!” Jungkook grumbles, “But this time I’m serious hyung, more than I ever been about someone—especially her.” He says with a sigh while changing out of his clothes and into the suit Yoongi laid out for him.

Yoongi sighs deeply, “Look all I’m saying is to be careful how you go about this, it’s a lot at stake right now not just because of you being involved with her but the fact that the public has their opinions about you already as it is.”

Jungkook appreciates the sentiment but he doesn’t need anyone to approve or disagree about his feelings. The public didn’t deserve any explanations over what Jungkook chooses to do with his life, he’s here to fight and that’s it. Not to be anyone’s marionette or dress-up doll.

“I know hyung, thanks.” He smiles back and slips his blazer on, “I’ll text you later on and tell you what happens.” Yoongi doesn’t reply verbally rather with a low grunt, “See ya.” Jungkook says with a final grin and heads out of the room down to the main lobby and into a car Yoongi had waiting for him.

On the way to the venue he checks out the award show on Instagram, he sees a lot of people he recognizes and a few new faces. His eyes scan over the page eagerly in hopes of seeing you on there. Are you performing tonight? Were you already there on the red carpet? Oh he bets you look absolutely divine tonight (you always do).

“Yes!” He says a bit too loudly startling his driver in the process as he sheepishly apologizes.

Jungnkook finally comes across a post about you and he reads over the caption with an excited hum, biting his lip when he sees that you are performing after all. He’s getting a mean adrenaline rush right now like the ones he usually gets before his matches. Just thinking about how he’s gonna get to meet you tonight is getting him all worked up. He wonders if you’ll even give him the time of day.

Only one way to find out.

“Jeon over here!”

“Jeon, look here!”

“Jeon, is it true you and y/n are dating?” Jungkook makes a point to ignore this and act like he didn’t hear it even though he’s screaming on the inside.

The red carpet’s full of singers and models, the fans are screaming and reporters keep getting in his damn way as he tries to make his way through the crowd. Of course he stops for a picture or two with a fan, poses for the paparazzi too but he’s not concerned with them right now. He knows he must look a little lost with the way he keeps looking around like he’s trying to find something (yeah, you).

Jungkook almost frowns like a child who didn’t get their way once he sees you’re not anywhere in sight. You probably already headed inside which sucks cause he really wanted to see you beforehand since it was probably arranged seating in there. At this rate he won’t be able to even say hi–

“Oh shit, my bad.” Jungkook says when he bumps into someone behind him. He turns around to apologize properly when his heart fucking stops. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod—it’s you.

You look up at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, face scrunched up cutely (your lips pouty) in confusion as you tilt your head up (UP!) to look at him, “Um, you’re stepping on my dress.” Even your voice is so prettyyy.

“Sorry my fault,” Jungkook steps back and kneels down to fix the rumpled state he left it in, vaguely aware of the fast flashing (the paparazzi must be eating this up), “lemme make it up to you though.” He says once he comes back up.

You tilt your head, “And how would you do that?”

“I’ll buy you a new dress.” Jungkook’s dead serious too, if you asked him to buy you a whole house he’d do it in a heartbeat. Take everything at this point—have it.

“And who said I want you to buy me things?” You muse softly.

Jungkook chuckles softly and leans down to talk in your ear because the crowd’s getting louder and it’s hard to talk to you, “Don’t be like that, if you let me take you out I’ll show you all the things I can buy you.” He murmurs low, voice husky.

You tilt your head to look at him, eyes dropping down to his lips and then back up as a coy smile plays at your soft lips, “You’re funny.” You pat his cheek with a soft manicured hand and walk away.

His heart nearly skips a damn beat when you do that. Oh he swears he can still feel your soft hand sliding over his cheek when you walked away from him like the little tease you were. He doesn’t know how long he stands there until he gets moving, a stupid grin on his face the entire time as he replays the moment over and over again in his head.

Jungkook’s not gonna lie, this little cat and mouse game that just started has him eager for more. He’s so getting your number by the end of the night, call him delusional but he swears you’re digging him too with the way you checked him out just now.

He spends the entire night throwing a few sneaky glances your way, hell when you got on stage to perform he nearly folded then and there. Everything about it—sultry gaze, soft husky voice, and sensual body rolls—was perfect. Jungkook don’t even care that people are watching him ogle you in 4K, he doesn't bother to hide the fact that he likes what he’s seeing right now.

To make things worse you pass by his seat and shoot him a dazzling little smile, waving your fingers coyly at him which makes the people go wild. Oh he’s in love. Jungkook makes a point in looking for you afterwards at the afterparty. You’re changed out of your outfit from earlier, now in a pretty babydoll and your little Prada loafers.

When he makes eye contact you shoot him a smile, “Thought I’d wear something you can’t step on again.”

Jungkook snorted softly, “I already told you, I dunno why you’re being stubborn, quit playing and let me take you out already.” He says smoothly and wraps his arm around your waist, surprised that you don’t push him off or anything.

You look him up and down with a soft hum, “Mmmm I’m kinda in the mood for some paella.”

“Then let’s go.” Jungkook’s ready, he will literally drop everything to get you some paella.

“Not from here though, I hear it’s way better in Spain.” You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down so he’s eye level with you, “So unless you’re willing to take me to Spain, I’m not going anywhere.”

Jungkook licks his lips, “Fuck it, let’s go.” He starts leading you away, peeping the way you look surprised, “What?” He laughs.

“You’re serious, right now?” Once you recover from the initial shock you smile at him with a quiet giggle, “You’re crazy.”

Oh he just adores that cute eye-smile of yours, “Let’s get you some paella yeah?”

It’s a nine hour flight you both impulsively leave on with no bags, didn’t even tell your managers, and only your phones and wallets. No one questions when Jeon Jungkook walks through first class hand in hand with you trailing close by, you’re even wearing his blazer over your shoulders because you complained about how chilly it was.

Jungkook’s smiling like an idiot the entire time he’s sitting with you in the first class cabin. You don’t seem to mind how touchy he is so he keeps an arm over your shoulder so you’re pressed close to his side. He nearly screams when you lay your head on his shoulder and doze off into a peaceful slumber.

You left Miami around one in the morning and got to Madrid at nine with Jungkook booking you two a room at the infamous Four Seasons hotel. You knock out with him for a few more hours until you’re complaining about your paella.

“Hurry up, I'm starving and you promised me my paella.” You grumble and poke at his face.

“Yeah, yeah I’m awake.” Jungkook murmurs calmly as he rolls out of the bed to make himself presentable.

Jungkook feels like he’s in a dream right now, god this better not be because the sight of you looking so happy in front of him while eating your beloved paella is one for the books. Your little brunch date turns into a shopping date because you complain you don’t wanna be wearing clothes from yesterday since the two of you decided to stay in Spain for the weekend.

He has a goofy smile on his face as he swipes, taps, and inserts his black card at different stores you drag him to. He lets you spend his money how you want to, relishing in the way the BVLGARI store worker’s eyes nearly bulge out of their head when Jungkook pays for a forty-eight thousand wrist watch, all for you.

“Doesn’t it look pretty?” You grin softly while holding your wrist out to him.

Jungkook gently takes your hand in his and admires the watch, “Perfect, really suits you.” He grins softly as he thanks the employees and heads out with you to another store to see what you find.

By the time Sunday comes Jungkook’s spent well over one-hundred grand on you but does he care? No, not really because he did say he’d show you all the things he’d buy you. Jungkook doesn’t wanna go back to Miami but Yoongi’s bitching at him to go back because apparently his opponent got better and the match was back on and set for Tuesday the earliest.

“Let me make you mine already.” He finds himself mumbling low in your ear as he tugs you into a loose hug, not caring that you two were standing in the middle of the airport about to board different flights back (of course he pays for your first class ticket home).

You look up at him with coy eyes and a soft little smile on your glossy lips, god he just wants to kiss the fuck out of you but he doesn’t because you haven’t give him the okay for anything past non-sexual intimacy which he’s fine with because he does wanna take time to get to know you.

His breath hitches when your finger comes up to trace over his lips gently, “Cute.” You don’t say anything else and walk away after the intercom announces your flight. You leave him standing there in the middle of the airport, dreamier than ever but sadly it’s cut short by his phone ringing.

“Where the hell are you?” Yoongi growls.

“Calm down hyung, I’m boarding in a few minutes.” Jungkook sighs as he rolls his eyes, “I got so much shit to tell you.” He smirks to himself and begins walking.

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Sometime into the next week when Jungkook lands back in Korea he asks for your number through Instagram. He’s kinda surprised you gave it to him instead of dodging him like before, nonetheless he’s happy and giddy about it. He quite literally looks like a schoolgirl kicking her feet in bed texting her crush, that’s how he feels like right now.

You’re a quick texter which he likes and you don’t seem to mind him spamming so that’s even better. Jungkook spends his week giggling over dumb shit (it’s not) you say which has Seokjin making fun of him for it, which speaking of them they still couldn’t believe Jungkook pulled you.

“No way let me see.” Seokjin had demanded, “You’re lying, she would never, she looks like she has standards.�� Jungkook can’t tell if he’s jealous or something, maybe he’s a secret stan too who knows.

Jungkook long established he was down bad for you ages ago but this just took the cake, a whole new level of simping. It starts when Jungkook decides to post a training video of him boxing/training, he goes viral and trends for a week because in the background he’s playing one of your songs. He’s got a shit ton of people calling him a “girly pop” or “cunty boxer” but most tell him he knows what’s up.

He doesn’t know but by him doing that it opens a new door to your developing relationship because you start asking him to do things for you. It starts with you telling him to change his profile picture with a pic from your latest comeback (he gets made fun of by your fans but he doesn’t care).

Then you make him tweet: “stream y/n for clear skin” while promoting your music video through him (again he’s a laughing stock). The nail in the coffin is when you prettily request him to wear a shirt from your merch collection after one of his boxing matches.

“Oh my god.” Yoongi says with his mouth dropped open in shock as Jungkook steps out of the backroom wearing a baby pink t-shirt with your face all over it, the cameras flash like crazy and reporters yell out a slew of different questions.

Jungkook runs around carefree in his little pink shirt posing for the cameras and grinning like an idiot because he knows you’re probably at home watching this. Yoongi asks him why he does these things and Jungkook just shrugs, he likes the praise you give him for doing everything you ask him to. He knows it’s light-hearted fun and you’d never do anything to humiliate him intentionally, if you’re happy then that’s all that matters.

jk: did u see me tonight?

y/n <3: yess lol can’t believe you actually did itttt

you looked super cute too, you should wear more shirts with my face on them.

jk: mayyybeeee you can come to one of my matches? don’t u think i earned it?

y/n <3: when is it?

Jungkook damn nearly yells out in excitement, he’s literally shaking as he types out a fast response like you’re about to change your mind or something. He sends you the time and day for it, promising front row seats so you’ll have a good view as he kicks this guy’s ass. You have him cheesing when you say this is going to be your first boxing match too, he’s so excited now.

“Calm down kid you’re gonna give me a headache with all that tapping.” Yoongi grunts as he slaps his hand against Jungkook’s knee, “I don’t know why you’re nervous, she already told you she’s here.”

“Because hyung! This is a big deal to me, she’s here at one of my matches and she’s gonna get a front row view of the fight. Now I have to win this, I have to make it worth her time.” Jungkook grumbles with a pout.

Somewhere off to the side he hears Namjoon snort at him, “She’s really got you wrapped around her finger don’t she?” He says while hauling in a cooler with water bottles.

Jungkook doesn’t even refute that statement, he barely bothers to acknowledge him because he’s reading over the texts you’re sending him. “Hyung she said yes to coming to the after party!” He grins cheerfully.

“Good now get your head out of your ass and focus on what I’m about to say. You have less than five minutes before you’re up in that ring and I need your head in the game.” Yoongi says sternly as he plucks Jungkook’s phone out of his hand, “You remember what I said about pacing yourself?”

Jungkook sits there listening as Yoongi goes into trainer mode, he knows his hyung means no harm and just wants him to win this so Jungkook can’t really be mad at him. He must have zoned out because Yoongi brings him back with a sharp smack to his arm, “Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook smiles as he stands up, “let’s do this.”

“Get out there and make me proud.”

The entire atmosphere outside has Jungkook’s adrenaline kicking in already. He hears the crowd chanting his name, the loud booming music, and the chatter from the on-goers. He mentally psyches himself, lightly bouncing on his feet as he closes his eyes and mumbles a small prayer. Once he hears his name echo loudly and the screams he steps out with his gloves in the air.

This is what he lives for—the crowds, the music, and the atmosphere. He looks around the arena with a grin as they chant his name over and over again, stopping here and there to pose with fans. Jungkook’s not entirely focused on them though, his eyes wander through the front row looking for you and when his gaze finally lands on you he can’t help the big smile he sports.

You look so pretty with your MIUMIU glasses over your head. You’ve got on a plain baby white tee under your black leather jacket, some low rise jeans and your loafers. Right now you’re the center of attention in your section with people taking pics of you from every direction and some asking for an autograph. You even brought your little friend (Jeon Soyeon?) along.

As he passes by Jungkook shoots you a wink to which you wave back with a flirty little smile. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes skim over his bare chest and the desire begins fueling him with more determination to win. Sure he likes winning because who doesn’t? But now he has more reason to win, he has to impress his future girl.

Jungkook gets pulled up on stage with his heart drumming against his ribcage, he’s so ready for this. The ref calls out both of them and soon enough after slipping his mouth guard and gloves on he rises to his feet and stalks forward slowly with a glint in his eye.

“I want a clean fight okay,” the ref says to both as Jungkook nods, “alright, to your corners.” He sends them both away, the announcer saying some shit Jungkook doesn’t really concern himself with.

Jungkook makes eye contact with you one last time, the two of you mutually nodding before the sound of a bell has Jungkook immediately shifting his focus. He’s light on his feet and takes his time watching with diligent eyes as his opponent circles around him, waiting to get the hit on him but Jungkook’s faster.

The guy swings but Jungkook easily dodges, another swing and Jungkook manages to catch him off guard with a sucker punch to the jaw sending the guy reeling backwards. Jungkook feels like he had enough time to warm-up, he doesn’t play around anymore and launches himself towards his opponent with determination.

Punch after punch and round after round ends with Jungkook delivering one final blow, easily sealing this poor guy’s fate as the guy just lets go and falls to the ground. The referee jumps in, counting down from ten as Jungkook watches with anticipation and adrenaline, ready to go again if this guy gets up. He sees Yoongi sitting with clenched fists and a hopeful look in his eye, and then he sees you.

You’re looking at Jungkook with worry, eyebrows furrowed and doe eyes filled with concern. He manages a bloody smile despite the fucking world of pain he’s in right now (he’s not looking forward to the ice bath after this). He swears the world around him blurs until he finally hears the bell and the announcer’s voice echoing through the arena.

“Knockout!”

Jungkook sags in relief as he hears cheers and yells all around. The paparazzi flash him with their cameras as the crowd loses it, Jungkook turns in time to see Yoongi crawling into the ring and bringing him in for a tight hug, “You fuckin’ did it kid,” he laughs in disbelief as he has Jungkook spit his bloody mouthguard out.

“Fuck hyung, water.” Jungkook rasps out as Yoongi yells for Namjoon to come over.

“You good?” Yoongi asks, “Look at me kid, you okay?” He pats his cheek as Jungkook nods tiredly given that the adrenaline rush was now gone, leaving him bruised and exhausted.

Namjoon comes over with water as Jungkook takes sips, spitting it out into a bucket Yoongi holds out for him to rinse his mouth out. The referee comes over to announce Jungkook as the winner as he stands there barely holding on from pain. He makes eye contact with you again, smiling through the exhaustion despite feeling pretty shitty right now. He slowly makes his way over as you simultaneously rise from your chair to meet him halfway.

“So, what do you think?” Jungkook smirks as he crouches down and hops out of the ring.

You pout cutely with a frown, “You’re hurt.” You softly murmur as your delicate hand comes up to cup his face, “I’m happy for you though, you did really amazing.” You smile.

Jungkook feels his heart swell with happiness hearing that, he goes to wrap his arm around your shoulder but stops in pain. He forgot about this part as a low groan slips from his lips, “Shit he got me pretty good.”

“Don’t overexert yourself,” you help him wrap an arm around you, “gotta be careful, you took some pretty hard hits in there.”

Jungkook laughs tiredly as he lays his head on top of yours while you walk together to the back, “Shoulda seen the other guy.” He says low, ignoring the pointed glare you shoot at him, “Yeah, yeah, I’m just messing with you.”

You grumble something under your breath but he doesn’t catch it, he’s riding off on the high from winning and being so close to you. He likes this and wouldn’t mind having you in his life more after this as he’s long made peace with the idea of you being in his future. All he can think about at this moment is you, you, you.

“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know that's that me, espresso,”

Jungkook’s laughing and talking with his friends, he’s got you wrapped up in his arms pressed against his chest as he nurses a whiskey in his other hand. You play with one of his necklaces and tune out his conversation which he doesn’t notice until he turns to you and sees how sad you look, “What’s wrong?”

You look up at him and shake your head, “Just thinking.”

“About?” He gently prods, shifting his entire attention to you.

“You didn’t look so good earlier..how do you do it? I mean, I get you trained for this but I dunno, kinda scared me seeing you all beat up.” You softly murmur, “It’s just a thought of mine, I don’t mean to offend you or anything.”

Jungkook softens at that, he thinks it’s adorable you’re worrying about him like that. Almost feels like.. “Let’s dance?” He asks when a favorite song of his comes on, “C’mon, it’ll take your mind off things.” He grins.

You smile at him softly and follow him to the dancefloor, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you by the hips with gentle hands. He hums along to the song playing in the background with his dark eyes trained on yours. You look so beautiful under the dark lights and he can’t help but lean in.

“You’re super pretty y’know that?” Jungkook softly hums as he presses his forehead against yours.

You softly laugh, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Mmm did I mention I really like your lips?” His lip curls in a smirk, “Love how soft and plump they look, ‘specially when you wear lip gloss..” He slowly trails off as his lips hover over your own, “Can I kiss you?”

The way your eyes light up, crinkling with joy as you eagerly nod. Jungkook presses his lips to yours in a gentle manner, it’s sweet and slow, just like how he likes it. Your arms tighten around his neck and you tug him further down until he's towering over your figure, blocking you from everyone’s view.

Feels like everything’s complete now and Jungkook’s never felt happier than ever.

He slowly pulls off from the kiss as he stares down at you suddenly feeling shy, “Can I, um, maybe drive you home? Just to make sure you get home safe ‘n stuff. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, just thought I’d ask.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gently reply.

A slow smile spreads over his lips and he nods, “Let’s go then.” He guides you out of the party and into his sleek black car that’s parked out in the front.

The car ride’s quiet and peaceful, he has the windows rolled down as the fresh breeze brushes over the two of you. Jungkook wishes the car ride lasted a little longer but it’s late (two in the morning actually) and he knows you’re tired. He makes a mental note to take you out on a drive next time you guys meet up.

“We’re here baby.” He murmurs softly, gently waking you from your sleep.

“Hm?” You sleepily blink and look around, “Damn, I’m more tired than I thought.” You smile tiredly while stretching your arms out.

Jungkook chuckles, “Don’t worry I got you.” He steps out and rounds the car, opening your door for you and helping you out, “Want me to carry you?” He teases.

You shoot him a sleepy pout and shake your head, “I’m good, maybe next time though.” You breathily chuckle.

“There’s a next time?” He teases.

You toss him a knowing look, stopping in front of the building door, “Good night, or morning I dunno I’m tired.” You spin around and lean over to smooch his cheek gently, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You softly murmur.

Jungkook’s completely entranced by you as he nods slowly, “Night.”

“Morning.” You teasingly correct him as you make your way inside.

Jungkook doesn’t leave until he sees you hop into the elevator, and even then you still wave at him before disappearing inside. Once you’re gone Jungkook lets out a deep sigh as he leans back on his car, what a night.

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A few weeks pass and it’s nothing but bliss for Jungkook. Seeing that he has no matches lined up or anything he decides to hang out with you nearly everyday whether it be you and him going out for ice cream dates or Jungkook just taking you out for evening drives out of the city.

He’s on cloud nine right now—he’s got the girl of his dreams, his payout from the last match was pretty big, and everything’s going right for him. Sure you haven’t sat down to actually clarify what you two are but Jungkook knows you feel the same way about him. Maybe it isn’t such a bad thing with the way things are right now, the you’re mine and I’m yours is left unsaid but it’s there.

You’ve both been hard launching each other on your socials for the past few weeks anyways. By now people knew there was something up with you and him, given that Jungkook wasn’t exactly discreet when he posted on his stories with you in them. Jungkook knows you’ve been doing the same thing too so by now the media kinda labeled the relationship.

Will he say anything? Probably not. Does he care? Nope. He didn’t owe anyone an explanation, he just wanted to be able to date you in peace.

Sometime in the week though you send him a message asking him if he wants to come with you as your plus one to some award show taking place in Hong Kong. He says yes of course duh, why the hell would he say otherwise?

He posts a pic with you in the private plane before calling it quits and ignoring his mentions/comments for the rest of the day. Today’s your big day and while you’re not performing he wants to put his entire focus into being there for you.

“How do I look?” He hears you say as he’s getting ready.

You’re dressed to the nines styled in vintage Chanel and Jungkook had a suit tailored to match your aesthetic for the evening. He knows you both are gonna look so good tonight, no doubt you’ll blow anyone away with your unwavering beauty too. “You look amazing.” He says as he stands behind you.

Your eyes flick up in amusement, “That’s all?”

Jungkook lays his chin over your shoulder and grins softly, “Breathtaking, beautiful, ethereal, stunning—” You cut him off with an embarrassed laugh as you swat at his hands.

“Okay, okay, I get it.” You turn around and play with the buttons to his shirt, “You look really good too.”

“That’s all?” He grins back.

“Don’t push it, you make the compliments here.” You smirk and lay a sweet kiss over his lips, to which he happily and eagerly reciprocates.

He might have gotten a little carried away with it because he’s pushing you against the sink counter and kissing you stupid like he’s been doing these days. A soft muffled groan leaves him as he circles his hands over your hips and uses his grip to pull you into him until your lower pelvis is pressing against his own, dangerously close to his friend down there.

“Jungkook–” You sigh, “We’re gonna be late.” You say in-between his eager kisses.

“Don’t care, let me kiss you stupid.” Jungkook replies as he closes the distance between you two again, moving his lips passionately against yours.

You let out a sweet little moan as your fingers card through his hair, he doesn’t even care if you mess it up either. Looks are superficial and at the end of the day regardless of how people see him they’ll never know him or you and Jungkook’s okay with that.

Suddenly the sound of a knock interrupts the two of you and you pull away with a breathless sigh, “Yeah?” You call out.

“The car’s here and traffic’s looking pretty bad so it might be good if we leave right now. We got thirty minutes to get there since the red carpet’s already started.” Your manager says through the door.

You look at Jungkook with a soft smile as you lean up to smooch his lips, “We’ll meet you down there.”

No one expects you to come out hand in hand with Jungkook and he relishes in their shocked faces/reactions. He likes the thrill and can’t help but pull you closer by the waist with his arm tucked tightly around you. They yell and beg for pictures as you walk on by with him, ignoring their weird comments or stupid questions with no meaning.

“You wanna head inside baby?” He leans down to whisper in your ear after a few rounds of interviews and photos with the paps.

“Yeah I’m getting bored.” You hide your shoulder in his shoulder and follow as he guides you towards the venue with a hand splayed protectively over the small of your back.

He can tell you’re nervous about tonight with the way you sit with your hand tightly wrapped in his. You’re currently nominated for two major categories with one of them being album of the year. He’d be shitting himself too if he was going up against other talented singers. You’re gonna win though, you have to and if you don’t he’ll fight them to recount the votes.

“Easy baby,” he whispers low, “you got this okay?”

“I know but what if I lose?” You purse your lips, “I did really well this year so I’m hoping maybe that I do win.” Jungkook doesn’t like how sad and worried you look right now.

“If you don’t win I’ll buy the fucking thing.” Jungkook snorts, “No one had the highest record sales and streams like you did baby, you basically have this in the bag and everyone knows it.”

You huff out a laugh and look at him in disbelief, “Jungkook you can buy me all the things you want but you’re not buying me an award. Don’t be ludicrous.”

He shrugs carelessly, “I won’t if they just give it to you.” He says seriously as he leans over to kiss your cheek, “I believe in you no matter what.” You look at him with a precious smile and turn your attention back to the show.

Performance after performance passes until soon they’re announcing the winner for album of the year. You didn’t win the other category but Jungkook knows for sure you’ll win the next one. He can feel you nervously bouncing your knee and gripping his hand extra tight while the presenter takes their sweet time opening the envelope.

“And the award goes to,” pause, “y/n!” The crowd erupts into loud screams and cheers, hell Jungkook yells out as he looks at you with glee and helps you stand up.

“You won baby!” Jungkook hugs you tightly as he sways side to side, “So fuckin’ proud of you.”

You happily laugh and bury your face in his neck, “I was so scared, oh my god.” You accept his hand as he helps you step up on stage so you could get your award. He stands back filled with pride as he watches you stride with confidence towards the main stage, walking past all these other people he could care less about.

After the show Jungkook’s surprised you choose to go back to the hotel instead of the afterparty some other singer invites you guys to. He doesn’t protest because he’s been dying to get away from all these people all night (you reprimanded him for suggesting that you guys leave right after you get your win). He walks hand in hand with you, smug as fuck because his girl bagged album of the year, just like he knew you would.

“Smile,” Jungkook holds his phone up, the flash going off as he hears you complain about not being ready, “you look fine, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He snorts and shows you the picture he took.

You shoot him a pouty frown and take his phone, “Delete it I look bad,” you huff, “you better take a better one.”

“Whatever you say princess.” Jungkook takes a series of photos for your Instagram and his, you look so pretty in each one he takes, it’s disgusting how much he’s obsessing over them, “Damn you look sexy.”

“I always do, thank you very much.” You huff and sit back in your seat, enjoying the rest of the ride back.

Jungkook’s immediately on you when the two of you get to the hotel. He’s been wanting to pick up where you two left off earlier before your manager interrupted. If it was up to him you two wouldn’t have even gone to the damn show, he’s been dying to get you out of the dress the minute he saw you in it.

“Jungkook wait–mmph,” you’re cut off as he slips his lips over yours, his hands coming up to cup your face as he swallows your lips in a passionate-hungry kiss.

“Can’t,” Jungkook whispers, “been waiting all night baby.” He reaches behind you to push the door open, kicking it open all the way as he tugs you close and walks you backwards into the room.

“Moment I laid eyes on you I was gone, knew I had to have you.” Jungkook whispers as he leans down to bury his face in your shoulder and neck leaving a flurry of hot kisses all over, “Wanted to rip this shit off you.” He growls softly.

You whined in protest, body falling backwards when the back of your knees hit the lush bed, “Not my dress–”

“I’ll buy another—hundreds baby, don’t you know who your man is?” Jungkook smirks as he climbs over you, “Can I take it off you baby?” He knows he’s being a bit too eager right now, so naturally he wants to make sure you’re both on the same page.

“Yeah.” You softly breathe out, “I want you to take it off,” you trail off looking at him with those siren eyes, “make me yours.” You say as you let the strap of the dress slip off your shoulder invitingly.

Jungkook swallows hard, hands itching and trembling with excitement as he reaches up to pull the other strap, “You already are.” He muses.

“All the way,” you intertwine your hand with his with a precious little smile on your face, “want everyone to know who my man is.”

Fuck. Jungkook bites down on his lip and nods, “You want them to see my marks, want everyone to know who’s fucking you good?” He purrs and leans down to hover over you, lips against lips.

You nod with a cute ‘mmhm’, “I want it all, you promised you’d give it to me.” You softly pout, “Or was that a lie?”

“Fuck no, take it baby, ‘s all yours.” Jungkook hurriedly unbuttons his dress shirt, hastily throwing his belt off and peeling his slacks off, “Gonna give you exactly what you need till you can’t take it.” He says as he reaches for the zipper to the dress.

He all but rips the thing off of you and tosses it to the corner of the room (mind you it’s worth over twenty thousand). It’s the first time seeing you like this under him and he wants to make it special for you, a night you’ll never forget.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful baby.” He comments as he leans down to leave a trail of kisses along your chest and tummy,slowly slipping down the bed as he inches towards your panty covered pussy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this, been thinking about all the ways I could have you,” he whispers and lays a kiss over your damp folds, “I didn’t know if I wanted to lay you on my bed or bend you over the car—you make it so hard to control myself, you have no idea.”

He sees the little tremor that passes over you when he says this. Your eyes are filled with want and need but like the stubborn little thing you are, you don’t say anything. Jungkook can’t have that either, he wants—no needs—to hear your sweet little voice beg for him.

“What’s the matter baby? You need something?” Jungkook softly croons as he peppers soft kisses against your inner thighs.

You bite on your lip and nod, “Need you.”

“But you already have me?” He grins, he can see the frustration bubbling up on your face.

“Here,” you softly breathe and reach down to tug your panties upwards, the material digs into your cunt giving him a perfect outline of it, “won’t you give it to me?” Your voice pulls him in like a siren singing to a sailor, he’s so entranced by it he almost feels like he’s gonna drool right now.

Jungkook wastes no time in yanking the damp materials down your thighs, not bothering to slide them completely off as he lifts your legs up. They’re pressed together with your soft pussy lips pressed together for him, tempting him with a glob of shiny slick running down your soft asscheeks.

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls as he leans in to smother his face with your cunt, tongue slipping through your drenched dewy folds to lap up the globs of slick.

You kick your feet in the air with a tiny whine, hips wiggling in an attempt to get him on your clit. He laps at you messily, circling the tip of his tongue over your throbbing bud that’s squished between your folds. The moan you let out sends shivers down his spine and he’s eager to hear more.

“So fucking good,” he pants, “jus’ like I imagined pretty baby.” He slurs out, pussy drunk already.

He can feel you reaching down to tug your panties all the way off but he can’t be bothered with stopping, not when your cunt’s gushing for him. Jungkook licks with vigor, swiping over and over against your tender clit. Your cunt opens up beautifully with a low squelch and your thighs begin trembling under his strong hold.

It gets harder with each passing second to contain himself, his cock feels like it’s literally about to burst. He pulls away from you and lets your shaky legs fall back as he tears your panties off completely.

“Gonna fuck you so good baby,” he climbs over you and reaches down to pull his heavy cock out, “can’t wait anymore.”

Your legs easily fall apart for him and make room as he shuffles closer between them. Jungkook sees the way your eyes go dark when they land below between his legs where his cock hangs heavy, swollen at the tip with beady trails of precum oozing from the head. You lick your lips and reach down to grip him in your soft hand, tentatively squeezing and stroking as if you were feeling him up.

“Like it baby? Gonna have my fat cock fill this little pussy up?” Jungkook has a sleazy grin splayed over his lips as he watches you, “Hm?”

“Yeah, ‘m not gonna let you cum anywhere but inside,” you deviously smile back like the nasty little minx you are, “till it’s dripping.”

He groans at the thought of that and kicks his hips forward, “Lemme in baby,” he slurs out, “slip it right in for me, there you go.” He purrs when he feels the head slide over your messy pussy, smearing your slick and his precum all over your cunt before you’re guiding him towards your winking sopping hole.

You bite down on your lip when the tip catches against your rim, it pops inside feeling you inch for inch slowly—cockhead spreading you open until he’s fully seated in your tight cunt. He can’t help but bite his lip with the way you’re squeezing him so tight—so snug and warm.

“So nice ‘n warm for me,” he hoarsely says as he rubs his hands along your sides, gently squeezing at your hips as he pulls you closer until your pelvis is smacked tight against his own.

You let out the most sinful fucking moan ever when his cock slides deeper. Back arching and toes curling—he just loves how beautiful you look spread out under him with your pretty pussy snug against his cock. You release a stuttered moan as you reach for his hands and squeeze tightly.

“Hurts a little,” you say through gritted teeth, “why the fuck are you so fucking big?”

Jungkook nearly laughs at that because he doesn’t think he’s ever heard that many curse words leave your mouth before. “You want me to pull out?”

“No don’t you dare,” you glare, “took me a minute to get this thing in and you want me to do it all over again?”

Jungkook looks back down with a low whistle, “Little pussy looks like it’s struggling to keep me all in baby, you sure you can handle it?” He teases as he reaches down to flick his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your hips jump and you whine out for him, “Stop playing around Jungkook,” you turn to hide your face in the soft sheets, “you know I can.” You mumble softly, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Jungkook bites down on his lip and rolls his hips slowly, “I know, you were made for this dick.” He smirks and lazily flicks his thumb pairing it with his slow but deep thrusts.

Your moans come out soft and breathy, everytime he backstrokes there’s a light sheen of slick covering his cock from the base near his pelvis. Your cunt makes these adorable little squelching noises as he pushes back in, balls lightly pressing against your taint when he buries himself back in. Occasionally he stops for a few seconds before he resumes his lazy pace.

He never imagined it’d feel this good with you, something about the way your little pussy refuses to let go for even a moment—squeezing him so tight it’s almost impossible to move. His own noises come out soft and husky, he can’t help the moans and soft sighs he lets out from the hot pleasure coiling in his stomach.

“Baby,” he gasps as he leans forward to hover over you with hands on either side of you, “this good?” He asks as he steadily increases the pace in his thrusts, hips smacking wetly against your ass and balls swinging now.

You nod eagerly, “More than good—mm, jus’ like that,” you sound blissed out, gaze half-lidded and dreamy as you stare up at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

“Like that?” He groans, “Or like this?” Suddenly Jungkook snaps his hips up, a loud smack filling the room alongside a warbled cry of his name, “Oh you like that, don’t you? Baby likes it rough?” He purrs.

The slide’s fucking nasty with a mix of precum and your slick, he feels it slide down your taint where his balls slap repeatedly. The noise is filthy and sends pleasant tremors down his spine, “Oh, fuck,” he groans softly, “doing so good for me.”

Jungkook begins moving earnestly now, slamming his cock in and out of your bruised and battered cunt. Slick spills everywhere—the sheets, your inner thighs, his pelvis—it’s like music to his fucking ears right now. He can’t resist and leans down to smother your lips with his, swallowing every little cry and moan you let out.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you hold on tightly, he reaches down to wrap a leg around his waist as he manages to slide in deeper with the tip brushing over your g-spot. You let out a loud cry into his mouth and bury your fingers in his hair, your thigh starts trembling again only this time more intense than before.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He pulls away with a moan, “C’mon, be a good girl and make it messy.” He purrs against your lips while watching your expressions closely.

You stare into his eyes with unshed tears as more whimpers and whines escape, “So close,” you manage to wrap another shaky leg around him, “please, please, ‘m so close.” You whine out as your legs cross behind him on his back.

Jungkook doesn’t wanna disappoint or hold out any longer as he manages to stick a hand down between you to roll your clit between his fingers, “Cum for me, give it to me baby.” He growls softly as he plows into your tender and sore cunt.

The squelching gets louder and your moans turn into weak whimpers as you lie there and take it. His cock stirs at the sight of you nearing your end, he decides to give you a little extra push as he meanly pinches your clit. This causes you to cry out and go stiff under him, body shaking like a leaf as you gush around his cock.

“Jungkook,” you gasp repeatedly as your eyes flutter shut, face pinched in pleasure and overstimulation, “so good.” You slur out.

Jungkook lets your tender clit go and focuses on his own pleasure now that he’s got your orgasm out of the way. He grunts quietly and buries his face against your soft tits, mouthing at your sore stiff nipples. You squeeze around him tighter and tighter until the coil in his stomach snaps and he lets out a long moan of your name.

“Fuck..” Jungkook whispers breathlessly as he presses your pelvises close together, burying his cock balls deep till every last drop’s inside your battered pussy.

You moan quietly and let your legs fall from his hips, limbs feeling like jelly as you lay there panting softly. Jungkook rests his forehead against your tit and sighs deeply, “Are you okay love?” He asks softly.

“Yeah, jus’ really tired.” You whisper hoarsely and close your eyes, “Fuck, no offense but I feel really gross right now. Start a bath for me, pretty please?” You softly ask with a lip jutted out in a pout.

Jungkook of course can’t say no, “Course,” he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and lifts himself off of you, “I’ll be back.”

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Your company’s the first to make a statement confirming what everybody already knew, and then Yoongi followed shortly after. If Jungkook had thought it was bad before, people went ape shit now that it’s been officially confirmed by you two.

Before, they put all the heat on Jungkook because it was easier to blame him for it given the public’s opinion about him. It was easier to blame him because why not? He was some low-life boxer in their eyes. But then the attention shifted and people started targeting their hate towards you which pissed Jungkook off to no end.

Why the fuck was everyone so invested in what you did and didn’t do? Why was it that they felt entitled to dictate who you date and don’t date? Jungkook really needed these people to get jobs or mind their business because clearly they had no life outside of hating on a stranger for finding their own happiness.

He saw those vicious comments people left all over your posts and he fucking hated that he couldn’t do shit to stop them from coming back, pissed him off even more because his girlfriend didn’t deserve this. You deserved the world and more, not this shit.

So, Jungkook did the next best thing he could think of. He started taking names and screenshotting profiles before turning them over to a attorney he hired, if he couldn’t beat these stupid fuckers himself he’d let them have it with his private team. He made headlines after people started noticing that he was suing the people opening their big ass mouths.

“Baby, it’s okay really.” You softly complain, “You don’t have to waste your time with these weird people, I’m sure they’ll get over themselves if we ignore them.”

Jungkook shakes his head, “No, I’m sorry baby but I can’t sit there and watch these fuckers call you degrading names and demand shit like they know you—seriously who the fuck do these people think they are?” He growls under his breath as he paces back and forth, “And that’s not even the gist of it, these idiots are lucky I don’t catch them out in public because I’ll beat the fuck out of them.”

Out of the corner of his eye he sees you curl up on the sofa with a sad smile, “I know, but you can’t go around beating up millions of people for leaving a hate comment. It’s normal, this happens all the time I learned to live with it.” You’re trying to sound sure of yourself but he doesn’t buy it.

“Baby look at me.” He comes over and kneels down in front of you, “This shit is not normal nor is it ever okay, fuck them for making you feel like this. I hate seeing you look so dejected reading all those hateful comments,” he takes your hands in his and kisses them, “just lemme take care of it. Please?”

You look conflicted like you’re not sure if you should say yes but with a little more coaxing you finally sigh, “Fineee, just don’t do anything crazy. I don’t need my boyfriend in jail, thank you very much.”

Jungkook cracks a smile and buries his face in your lap with a happy sigh, “I promise baby, if I go to jail, who else is gonna cook you fried rice at three in the morning? Who else is gonna give you their black card?” He teases.

“Yeah, yeah now come here.” You open your arms for him, “You know I only need you and that’s all.”

Jungkook kisses that soft pout off your face as he nods, “I know you do baby, didn’t think otherwise.” He grins and lays his head on your chest with closed eyes.

The two of you sit there in silence together with the TV playing low in the background. Jungkook for the most part behaves himself despite being so close to your soft tits that are poorly hidden under your camisole. He can literally dip his head in there and get a sneak peek, maybe even a mouthful of titties—

“Jungkook, really?” You sigh, “You’re such a pervert.”

“You like it,” Jungkook winks as he mouths at your tit through your little camisole, “can I?” He knows you can’t resist and judging by the way your thighs press together, “Pretty pleaseee baby?” He gives you the best puppy eyes he can muster, all a man wants is some titty loving, that’s all.

You don’t even finish saying yes before he’s diving in and tugging your camisole down so that your tits spill out and into his face. His eyes light up and he immediately wraps his lips around a nipple, suckling gently as he laves his tongue over the stiff bud in his mouth. You quietly sigh and sink into the sofa with him following as he rolls his tongue over your nipple and flicks it repeatedly.

“You’re such a baby you know that?” You murmur, “But you’re my handsome bun,” the nickname has him perking up, “my strong, big, handsome bun.” You coo softly while stroking his hair slowly.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as he sinks into the warm feeling, his sucking slows down until he’s barely moving his tongue anymore and simply suckling on your teat. “You like hearing how strong you are don’t you baby—love knowing you can easily beat someone’s ass for me?”

He nods pathetically with a low groan, “Of course you do,” you softly coo, “it’s why I picked you, knew you’d be able to take care of me the way I deserve.” You scratch his scalp lightly, moaning softly when he makes another noise, “Treat me so good like the princess I am.”

That he does. Jungkook is in heaven right now, he feels like he can just pass out right here and now with a titty in his mouth. He can’t help but shudder as he slips into a dream-like state, “Go ahead baby, just rest yeah? I got you.” You softly say while cradling his head and going lax under him, “Take what you need.”

And he does. He ends up falling asleep, one of the best fucking naps ever with your tit still in his mouth even when he wakes up. He so needs to do this another time, shit’s relaxing and a good stress reliever. Jungkook doesn’t think you’ll have any complaints either.

It’s a busy week for Jungkook because he has a match coming up in a few weeks and Yoongi has him completely locking in at the gym for training. You don’t mind it and being the best girlfriend you are you come as support during his sessions. You also confirmed his suspicions that Seokjin was a secret stan because his hyung fanboys out when he meets you.

“Hyung stop it.” Jungkook glares, “Leave her alone before I punch you.”

Seokjin scoffs, “No way, I get to meet my idol and you wanna ruin it for me? Where’s my respect, you brat.” This guy—needless to say Jungkook’s shooting daggers at his hyung the entire time he’s there.

The real challenge comes during the press conference/weigh-in Jungkook goes to like he always does. It starts off normal, the guy doesn’t trash talk and Jungkook’s not one for it either unless the fighter’s cocky then yeah he’ll put them in their place but this guy’s alright which he appreciates. It’s the fucking reporters that get Jungkook heated sometimes.

“Jeon, how do you feel about this upcoming match? Any thoughts on your opponent?” One asks with his recorder held out.

“I’m excited like always, I know potential when I see it so I’m hoping to have a great match with my opponent. He looks like he can give me a run for my money.” He laughs softly into the mic.

Another reporter asks something but it’s directed at his opponent so Jungkook just nods off listening to the two. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone laughing when he looks at him, and at first he doesn’t pay attention and just keeps his focus on the reporters. But then this guy comes to the front and Jungkook just knows he’s about to hear the stupidest shit in his life.

“Jeon, so how are you and your girl doing? Heard the news and wanted to congratulate you.” He says with this sleazy grin.

It rubs him the wrong way but Jungkook keeps his temper in check as he forces himself to politely answer, “Good, thank you.” He curtly replies.

He hears Yoongi clear his throat next to him with a fierce glare, “Let’s try and keep this about the match, he's not here to answer questions about his life, this isn’t a personal interview.”

You’d think that after being called out like that he’d stop there and move on but no, this guy’s a piece of work. “I mean I was just askin’ cause I was kinda surprised with the news since you know, she been ran through by the entire industry.” This gets Jungkook to react as he pushes his chair back, causing it to fly backwards as he slowly stalks forward.

“New guy every month—say, you the new boy of the month Jeon?” He smirks.

Jungkook doesn’t even think before he lunges at him, he hears Yoongi call his name as Namjoon springs into action to get Jungkook back but it’s too late.

Jungkook’s fist connects with the side of this man’s jaw and sends him flying to the ground as Jungkook lifts his (now) bloody fist up to strike him again with a sick sound. He’s so far gone right now he doesn’t even feel when Namjoon yanks him off the guy.

“Jungkook! Calm the fuck down and get off him!” Namjoon yells through the chaos as reporters scramble to get shots and videos of this.

“No, get off me hyung! Let me fuckin’ go where is this little shit? If you’re such a fuckin’ man come say it to my face one more fucking time, I dare you! Say it!” He yells as he struggles against Namjoon’s strong hold.

It takes three guys to get Jungkook away from the reporter, Yoongi deals with the rest but Jungkook’s so fucking mad he can’t even sit right now. He’s pacing back and forth in the little backroom they got him in as Namjoon watches with concern in his eyes. He hasn’t tried to calm him down because even he knows the danger of trying to talk to him while he’s this mad.

The door slams open and Yoongi steps in, “Jungkook what the fuck was that?! That guy went to the hospital, do you even realize the mess you caused? He’s gonna press charges–”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Jungkook interrupts, stunning Yoongi into silence, “He fucking disrespected my girlfriend thinking that shit was funny. I could really give two fucks if he wants to press charges or not!” Namjoon watches the two in silence, but he’s ready to jump in if Jungkook turns on Yoongi or something.

Yoongi, who usually has something smart to say for everything, for once doesn’t have shit to say. He just stands there watching Jungkook kick the chair over and pace around the room furiously. “Kid, look, I get you. I would do the same too if I was in your place but this shit isn’t worth it. You can’t be letting them get to you like this, that’s what they want.”

“Well he fucking got what he wanted.” Jungkook scoffs with a humorless laugh.

“Just go home, I’ll deal with the press.” Yoongi sighs as he rubs his temples, “Please, for once just do what I say.”

The news is bad, there’s a shit ton of articles coming out within the next hour about how Jungkook attacked the reporter and left him a bloody puddle on the ground. It’s all over the place and there’s a shit ton of people commenting about it on online forums and comment sections. One side praises him for defending you, and then the other criticizes his inability to keep himself under control but Jungkook doesn’t care.

The REAL cherry on top is when you post your response to the news—you use that video of Latto saying “thank you to my man” along with a cute selfie of you cuddled up in bed with Jungkook. Even you made it clear as day you didn’t give a fuck about that guy either.

Your fans who had previously had negative reactions to your dating news were coming around too in favor of Jungkook. They said shit like “free JK he did nothing wrong” and voiced their support for him. Some were even harassing the reporter who had dared to say those things about you, demanding that he lose credibility as a reporter amongst other things.

Jungkook thinks it’s going to be okay because that guy totally fucking deserved it (and more).

The weeks fly by and the day of his big match comes—the biggest one yet because bets are high and on top of that Jungkook has a winning streak to keep up if he wants them to give him the title of “undefeated”. Following the conference nothing really happened, the guy turned out to have some shady shit on him so he decided not to press any charges in the end. God bless Yoongi for digging shit up.

With that being dealt with Jungkook could finally put his entire focus on the match. He had heard the entire arena sold out and some of the richest people on earth were attending. This was a huge deal and he had everything to lose. Jungkook was confident in his win but this guy was also the deal too, which only means Jungkook has to keep his guard up.

“You ready kid? This is about to be the biggest fight of your career.” Yoongi says as he comes to sit in front of Jungkook, “You’re gonna have to kick it up a notch this match, the guy’s good but he isn’t better than you.”

He nods at that because Jungkook’s confident in his fighting abilities, “I know hyung, I have a really good feeling about tonight.” He smiles, “Don’t worry about it, I got this under control.”

“Good, that’s what I like to hear from you.” Yoongi grins back as he pats his back, “Now get out there and make me proud.”

The arena buzzes with life when Jungkook enters the room, he’s hit with flashing lights in every direction as people scream and chant his name. He’s getting worked up again as the adrenaline slowly kicks in. Jungkook makes his way up to the ring, passing over your section where you’re sitting with Namjoon and Seokjin.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment, blocking out the crowd and music as he tries to focus. He can do this, he can do this. He will win, for you.

The guy packs a good punch and each round gets progressively harder and harder to fight him off. During one of the breaks in-between the rounds, he slumps into his corner as Yoongi immediately springs over to help him with his mouth guard.

“He’s tiring you out Kook, he’s gonna wait until you’re low on energy to give it his all.” Yoongi warns, “You need to match his pace instead of wasting your energy so early.”

Jungkook pants tiredly as he shakes his head, “Hyung he’s gonna knock me out.” He says deliriously, filled with pain and adrenaline.

“No he isn’t, because you’re not going to let him, you hear me? You’re going to get back out there and show that punk what you’re made of.” Yoongi sternly replies, “Do it for the pretty girl waiting for your win.”

Jungkook’s eyes snap over to where you sit, you look really scared and on top of that worried. He sees the way your knee bounces and how you pick at your fingernails. This isn’t what he wants to see.. This isn’t what he wants at all.

“Okay.” Jungkook grunts with renewed energy, “Fuck, okay.”

Yoongi pats his back gently and steps away from the ring, “Remember: match his pace.”

Jungkook rises to his feet and gets ready for the next round. He only has a few more before a winner has to be announced or the match is tied. Only one of them will walk out a champion, and it’s going to be him.

He takes Yoongi’s advice and matches this guy’s pace, he observes his every move and studies the combos he throws out. The guy’s a corner tech type so Jungkook avoids the edges and keeps him in the middle. He also notices that he goes for uppercuts and rear hooks.

As Jungkook prepares to strike he loses his footing and the guy takes the chance to hook him across the face. It sends Jungkook to the ground as he falls with a groan of pain. “Fuck.” He whispers.

He’s not sure how much longer he can keep up, can he even get up? His vision is beginning to blur a little and his hearing’s a little hazy too. He barely even makes out the referee counting down to a knockout.

Through the blurriness he sees Yoongi run over to the side of the net, “Get up, kid! Fuck, c’mon Jungkook get up!” He desperately says.

Jungkook wants to, but everything hurts so much and he’s so tired right now. He weakly tries to get up, barely managing to hold up on all fours as he pants heavily with blood dripping down onto the mat below. He lifts his head up slowly and suddenly the world stops.

You’re standing there with tears in your eyes, your mouth’s moving rapidly (most likely pleading with him to get up). Jungkook doesn’t like that, he swore he’d never let you feel that way again after you attended his first match and saw how bad it was. Fuck.

“Four…three..”

Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.

Jungkook grits his teeth and stumbles forward, barely managing to catch himself on the nets as he looks back at his opponent with renewed strength. The countdown stops and the match continues, he is going to win this if that’s the last thing he does.

He lunges forward and the guy doesn’t expect it coming as Jungkook manages to get him cornered before he lets loose. He rains a slew of punches, too fast for the guy to keep up who doesn’t expect him to suddenly be this fast.

Jungkook feels like he blacks out during all this, landing hit after hit until he’s finished with one last uppercut and then everything stops. He feels a pair of hands pull him back as the referee begins the countdown. Jungkook stands there heaving as he watches tiredly.

“..Two..one..” The bell suddenly rings and the crowd cheers.

He did it. Holy shit, he did it!

Both Yoongi and Namjoon rush into the ring together, bringing him into their arms as they jump with joy. “You fucking did it!” Namjoon smiles happily.

“Where’s…where’s y/n?” Jungkook blearily asks as he looks around.

“She’s right there,” Yoongi points out, “she’s still here Kook.”

He pulls away from the hug and trudges over to the net, holding it up and holding his arm out for you, “C’mere baby.” He calls out.

You immediately stumble over and climb into the ring with him, sinking right into his arms when he tugs you close. “I’m here,” he whispers, “I’m here.”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again! You hear me? I don’t ever wanna see you like that.” You whimper and cup his face, “Oh Jungkook..”

He smiles softly and leans down to kiss you passionately in front of everyone. You easily melt into the kiss and wrap your arms around his neck. When he pulls back he looks around with a stupid grin on his face, “Fucking won but everything hurts.”

You frown cutely and ignore the reporters that begin to swarm the two of you. Jungkook keeps you tucked into his side as he answers their questions, “Feels really good I can’t lie, even if I feel like shit right now though. But I’m just glad I won, I've been wanting to dedicate this win to my beautiful girl.” He smiles down at you and kisses the top of your head.

They start throwing more questions at him after that. They’re all kind of the same regarding their relationship because they’re just dying to know all about his relationship to you. They even try to ask you some questions but luckily Yoongi intervenes when it begins to get out of control.

“Alright back up, give Jungkook some space.” Yoongi says as he pushes some reporters away, “You ready to go Kook?”

“Yeah, get me the fuck outta here.” Jungkook groans as he follows after his hyungs with you close by.

Yoongi and the others help Jungkook get into an ice bath as soon as they get into the back room. You work on cleaning the blood off his face and icing his wounds, “Does it hurt? Well, more than usual?” You softly ask.

“No babe I’m fine.” Jungkook replied calmly as he closed his eyes, “The ice feels really good, I’m sore all over.”

You hum, “Let me know if I’m hurting you.”

“I will.” He hums back and sinks into the ice with a relaxed sigh.

The cold sensation on his body is working wonders on his sore muscles. It feels like he’s living the dream right now. He doesn’t think he wants to even party after this, sure a big win calls for a celebratory dinner or something but right now cuddling and going to sleep sounds way better.

Yeah, way better.

“I thought you were too sore to do anything, what happened to that?” You laugh softly while looking down at him.

Jungkook’s pout deepens, “I can still move my hips, see?” He says and demonstrates with a little thrust up, “Pleaseeee! For me baby? I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts or something.”

You look at him in disbelief, “You literally just got beat up what do you mean please? Look at you! Why the heck is sex even on your mind right now?”

“Because, you looked so sexy on that billboard on our way back here.” He huffs casually leaving out the part where he raged because everyone can see you and no doubt millions have.

Not that he’s petty but he’s petty, he wanted to tear that shit down and keep it for himself. “That’s not the point,” he groans and tosses his head back on the pillow, “I can still move and it’s not like my cock got beat up too.”

“You are so nasty.” You laugh softly and sit back on his lap, “If I ride you will that make you happy, hm?”

It’s comical the way his hair bounces when he nods vigorously, “Yes.” He says without hesitation, “It’s like a reward.” He grins toothily.

You roll your eyes at him with a sigh, “You’re so spoiled,” you mumble while reaching down to help him pull his boxers down.

“Wait!” Jungkook looks up at you with pouty eyes, “Can you..?” He tugs at the loose shirt you’re wearing.

Immediately you know what he wants and you nod, “My baby deserves it doesn’t he?” You softly say while tossing the garment somewhere else, “Did so good out there,” you purr and lean over him.

His eyes sparkle as he nods, “I did,” he whispers and licks his lips, “means I get a reward right?”

“Yes you do.” You gently coax him closer as you lean down to press your soft tit to his lips, “Take it, ‘s all yours.” He latches on without wasting another second.

Your lips part as a soft breathy moan escapes, your soft hand reaches down to fish his hard cock out of his boxers. He shudders when you start stroking him, it’s slow and sensual as you gather bits of precum with your thumb and slowly work your way down around the shaft.

His balls sit heavy and they ache with need to empty themselves in you. Jungkook has to fight the urge to buck his hips as he accidentally grazes his teeth against your bud.

You yelp softly and he pulls away apologetically, “Easy, not so hard.” You softly chastise.

“Sorry.” Jungkook murmurs and presses a kiss on your tit before moving to the opposite one.

“Just sit back and relax baby,” you murmur, “I got you.”

You position the head at your weeping pussy, slapping it repeatedly in small taps until the tip catches on your hole. Jungkook holds his breath as you begin to slide down on his sensitive cock until you're bottoming out with your ass meeting his thighs.

“Good?” You softly whisper.

Jungkook nods and goes back to suckling on your nipple in peace. You rock yourself in his lap steadily like you’re scared you’re gonna hurt him but Jungkook encourages you with a little buck. This makes you sink down in his lap with a lewd moan, his cock shifting deeper inside.

“Use me,” Jungkook quietly pipes up, “I can take it.” His breath hot and heavy over your pebbled nipple.

“You sure? What if I hurt you?” You murmur.

“I’ll be fine baby, I’ll let you know if something hurts. Please?” He opens his mouth to take your nipple back in.

You shiver and bite your lip still a bit worried but you end up giving in. You slowly pick up the pace, switching from grinding to bouncing. There’s a low smack here and there but it’s nothing too crazy because you’re going as gentle as you can.

Jungkook’s lips tighten around your nipple with every grind and bounce. Your pussy tugs at his cock with the right amount of pressure sending shivers down his spine. He moans softly and moves one hand up to grip your bouncing tit.

“Fuck you look good like this,” he breathes out in pleasure.

You groan softly as he squeezes your tit in his strong hand, massaging the soft mound of flesh afterwards. He pulls away to push both tits together and buries his face between them with a happy sigh, “Never wanna leave, I could die a happy man like this sweetheart.”

“You’re just a perv.” You chuckle with a moan.

“For you.” Jungkook grins and then lays back, “Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already.” He notices that your bouncing has slowed down.

You glare cutely at him and sit up, “I don’t like doing the work in case you haven’t noticed.” You mumble while grinding back and forth over his cock, “You’re lucky I love you enough to do this.”

His eyes widen when he hears the words “love” and “you” in one sentence. It makes his sappy little heart beat with joy and pride hearing those words leave your lips, he can’t help but buck his hips upward eagerly.

“Jungkook..!” You gasp throwing your head back.

“Say it again baby,” he huffs as he uses his strong grip to haul you up and plop you back down on his lap, “I wanna hear it–” He cuts off with a breathy moan.

“I love you.” The words make him groan louder as he slaps his hips upward.

“Fuck I love you too,” he moans, “so, so fuckin’ much, you have no idea.” He whispers and looks up at you through hooded eyes.

You bite your lip hard and throw your head back with a whine, “ ‘m coming.” You whimper.

“Oh you like hearing that don’t you, knowing damn well that you got me wrapped around your fingers.” Jungkook huffs with exertion as he fucks into you harder.

“Y-Yes, love it so much knowing you’re mine,” you mewl softly and grind on him, “fuck, fuck..!” Your pussy clamps down and suddenly you’re coming all over him in slow waves of harsh pleasure.

Jungkook pulls you down for a passionate kiss as he holds you down against his pelvis. A few more rolls has him coming too, cock throbbing and twitching. He lays there panting heavily with hazy eyes while you whine about him being careful.

“Don’t put pressure on your side,” you grumble, “I told you we shouldn’t have fooled around.”

“I’m fine, see? Nothing’s wrong.” Jungkook laughs and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, “Now tell me you love me again. Wanna hear it from your pretty lips.” He mumbles and traces over your bottom lip.

“I love you.” You fondly sigh.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“You’re so annoying! I’m going to shower.” You huff and stomp off with cum leaking down your inner thighs.

Jungkook lays there with a soft grin as he watches you go, “Yeah, yeah, I love you too though.” Forever.

And ever.

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mikrokosmosjk · 5 months ago

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jeon jungkook fanfics that should be turned into a movie or a book! 🎬 (part 1, part 2).

Thank you authors for your infinite imagination and creativity! My days are better because of you <3

Get him back by @inthelow (f!producer/writer reader x idol!jungkook) ongoing

Still don’t know my name by @dollfaceksj (jungkook x reader) completed

Kinktober D14- thigh job/ humping by @redcherrykook (jungkook x reader) completed

Play pretend by @frmisnow (best friend!jk x reader) •fake dating, friends with benefits, friends to lovers completed• part 1 part 2 part 3 completed

If i told you by @gukyi (jungkook x reader) •friends to lovers!au, college!au/ fluff, comedy, angst completed

Boy with luv by @hannieehaee (barista!reader, sub-ish!jk) completed

Can i keep you? by @mikrokcsmos (ghostjk! x reader) completed

Habits (Stay High) by @girlygguk (student plug!jk x rich girl!reader) ongoing

Teach me How to love by @kookooluvr (professor!jungkook, professor!reader) • fwb!au, co-workers!au • ongoing

Bed Chem by @muniimyg (frenemie! jk x reader) • uni au, frenemies • completed

Between the ride and the roses by @focusonkayjay (biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader) • enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn • ongoing

Calling It Now by @newmittens (jungkook x reader) • Friends to Lovers; Grad School AU • completed

Bad things by @girlygguk (jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader) • f2l, fwb au, university au • ongoing

One night stand by @theagstd (ceo!jk x graphic designer! reader) • enemies to lovers, CEO au, pregnancy trope, slowburn • ongoing

First Sightings by @kookiestiddies (jungkook x reader) • Enemies With Potential • ongoing

Total loser by @frmisnow (rockstarjk! x reader) completed

NEED TO KNOW by @hannieehaee (virgin!jungkook, f2l!jungkook, loser!jk, sub!jk x reader) • college au • completed

Unspoken by @armpirate ( Boyfriend's friend!jk, Soldier!jk x reader) completed

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nothing like us | oneshot

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: enemies to lovers, fake dating, corporate employees! jungkook & reader, angst, fluff

Word Count: 26k+

Chapter Warnings: mature language, mentions of blood, small injury (lmk if i missed something)

A/N: hello bbies <3 i firstly want to apologize for not posting these past few days. i've been so undeniably busy with uni and work and i totally didn't get the time to proof read before posting. anyways, i hope you like this new oneshot. it's not my best work but parts of it is inspired by "to all the boys i've loved before". (my fav hot tub scene). anyways let me know if you liked this one. muah <3

You take a sip of coffee in the dimly lit office coffee room, letting the rich aroma soothe your nerves. The quiet hum of the vending machine is the only sound accompanying you, a welcome reprieve from the chaos outside.

It’s been one of those days... emails piling up, back-to-back meetings, and a project deadline looming over your head. This is your sanctuary, a brief moment of peace in the hurricane of corporate monotony.

Your job isn’t terrible, though. It’s a typical corporate gig with all the spreadsheets, presentations, polite nods in meetings, and the occasional office drama. Sure, you’d rather be at home binge-watching your favorite series, but hey, bills don’t pay themselves.

As you savor the quiet, your moment of zen is abruptly interrupted. “Y/N-ahhh, there you are! I’ve been looking for you all afternoon!” You almost choke on your coffee at the familiar voice. With a resigned sigh, you turn to face Mrs. Lee.

Mrs. Lee is a middle-aged coworker who’s perpetually cheerful and undoubtedly kind. She’s the type of person who brings in homemade snacks for the whole team and remembers everyone’s birthdays. But she also has a certain... hobby... trying to convince you to go on blind dates.

“Hello, Mrs. Lee.” you greet her politely, though you can already guess what she’s about to say. She clasps her hands together, her smile lighting up the room. “So! Remember how I told you about my nephew who just moved to the city? He’s such a sweet boy, Y/N, and I just know you two would hit it off!”

You suppress a sigh, forcing your features into a polite expression. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Mrs. Lee, but—”

“Oh, don’t say no just yet! He’s a doctor, you know. Very handsome, tall, comes from a good family... he even volunteers at animal shelters in his free time!” she cuts you off, her smile only getting bigger.

You resist the urge to groan. This isn’t the first time she’s done this. In fact, it’s become a bit of a routine. She genuinely believes you’re some sort of eligible bachelorette in desperate need of matchmaking services. No matter how many times you’ve politely declined in the past, she always finds a way to circle back to it.

“Mrs. Lee...” you begin gently. “I really appreciate you thinking of me, but I’m not looking to date anyone right now. Things are just... really busy at work.”

She waves a dismissive hand, undeterred. “Nonsense! You work too hard, Y/N. A nice young man in your life would do wonders for you!” she says. Before you can come up with another excuse, a voice cuts through the room.

“Y/N... Mrs. Lee...” Suho’s head peeks into the coffee room, his usual friendly smile plastered across his face. “Mr. Cho is expecting all of us in the meeting room in five. Says it’s something... important.” he informs.

“Oh, Suho! Thank you, dear!” Mrs. Lee chirps, momentarily distracted. Suho flashes another warm smile before disappearing down the hallway. You silently thank him for the interruption, offering Mrs. Lee a tight-lipped smile as the two of you make your way out of the coffee room. But Mrs. Lee, ever-persistent, continues.

“Y/N, you really shouldn’t let opportunities like this slip by! Life is short, and my nephew really is such a catch—”

She goes on and on and you nod absently, tuning out her words as you walk down the hallway. But then, halfway there, your stomach sinks. Coming from the opposite direction, making his way to the meeting room, is fricking Jeon Jungkook.

Your steps falter for a moment, but you quickly recover, your face already settling into an expression of disdain. Jungkook’s sharp eyes sweep across the hallway, landing on you and Mrs. Lee.

Instantly, you see his jaw tighten, and his gaze flickers with something like annoyance before he rolls his eyes in that infuriatingly dismissive way he always does. You’re quick to mirror his reaction, rolling your eyes as if it’s a reflex.

Jeon Jungkook or let's just call him your biggest arch-nemesis in this corporate jungle.

The two of you joined the company around the same time, and from the very beginning, sparks flew... but not the good kind. Where you had opinions, Jungkook had ego. Where he had solutions, you had questions. You were never the type to back down, and he… well, he hated that.

It became an unspoken rule in the office that if there was a debate in the room, it would almost certainly come down to you and Jungkook.

Everyone at work knew about your rivalry. In fact, it was often a good source of entertainment for them. Colleagues would exchange amused glances during meetings, silently placing bets on who would win the latest argument. There were even whispered jokes about how HR should schedule weekly sparring matches so that both of you could get it out of your systems. But as amusing as it might’ve been for them, it was maddening for you.

It wasn’t that Jungkook was bad at his job... in fact, quite the opposite. There was no denying that the two of you were both extremely good at what you did. You were equally hardworking, equally determined to excel. If anything, that was part of the problem. Two strong personalities in one workplace rarely made for smooth collaboration.

The issue was that you and Jungkook barely saw eye to eye on certain matters. Whether it was strategies, execution, or even the smallest logistical details, there was always some point of contention that spiraled into an argument. It was as if the universe had specifically designed your opinions to clash with his.

And then there was his disgustingly unshakable confidence, the kind that made you want to roll your eyes so far back you could see the back of your mind. He carried himself with an air of smug assurance that made every interaction with him feel like a battle, one he always seemed convinced he was winning.

To make matters worse, he was also ridiculously attractive. It annoyed you to no end that someone who drove you up the wall could also make your stomach twist with just a glance.

His sharp jawline, perfectly styled hair, and those dark, piercing eyes seemed designed to undermine your ability to stay focused. And he knew it. Every smirk, every infuriatingly casual lean against your desk felt like he was taunting you, daring you to admit it.

But any time your thoughts veered into that dangerous territory, he’d open his mouth, say something infuriating, and all your annoyance would come rushing back, as strong as ever.

Of course, the office thrived on your interactions. The two of you were practically a live sitcom, providing endless entertainment for your coworkers. But sometimes, things got a little too intense, and someone would have to step in to calm you guys down.

Yet no amount of intervention could completely quash the fire that burned whenever you and Jungkook were in the same room. It wasn’t just rivalry... it was a war of egos, fueled by equal parts frustration and… something neither of you wanted to name.

The hallway feels smaller as the distance between you closes. Jungkook walks with an air of effortless confidence, his light blue dress shirt crisp and clean, the sleeves rolled up just enough to hint at his tattooed forearms. Over it, he’s wearing a dark blue sweater vest that adds a touch of casual sophistication, paired with black trousers. It’s annoyingly polished for someone who thrives on getting under your skin.

His dark hair is pushed back neatly, save for a single stray strand that rebelliously falls across his forehead. Despite his put-together appearance, the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips is enough to spark irritation.

Mrs. Lee, oblivious to the silent war brewing between you, continues talking about her nephew.

You can’t help but think Jungkook must enjoy this little rivalry of yours. He certainly doesn’t miss an opportunity to challenge you, whether it’s in meetings, brainstorming sessions, or even during team lunches. You’re pretty sure his smugness comes factory-installed.

As you enter the meeting room, the irritation doesn’t subside. The long rectangular table is surrounded by your coworkers, with Mr. Cho seated at the head. You take a seat, only for Jungkook to take the one directly opposite you.

Great. Just great.

He catches your gaze across the table and raises an eyebrow, as if daring you to start something. You don’t take the bait, instead turning your attention to Mr. Cho, whose grin is wider than usual. He clasps his hands together, his eyes sweeping across the room.

“So, I’m sure you’re all wondering why I called this meeting. This isn’t one of our regular check-ins.” he begins, pausing dramatically for effect. “I wanted to let you know about something exciting… our annual company holiday retreat!!!” he beams.

A murmur of enthusiasm ripples through the room. You take a deep breath, the announcement catching you a bit off guard. This will be your first time attending the retreat, and you’re not entirely sure what to expect.

Mr. Cho continues, his excitement palpable. “This year, we’ve decided to take things up a notch. The retreat will be held for a whole week at the Hanok Mountain Lodge, a luxurious resort nestled in the hills. It’s a stunning location with breathtaking views, cozy cabins, and plenty of activities to help us unwind and bond as a team.”

You glance around and notice your coworkers exchanging thrilled looks. Clearly, this retreat is a highlight for many of them. Mr. Cho goes on, describing the itinerary.

“There will be team-building workshops, outdoor activities like hiking and zip-lining, and of course, plenty of time to relax and enjoy the amenities. There’s also hot tubs, a spa, and for those of you who enjoy it, a private bar lounge. And let’s not forget our tradition... the talent show on the last evening!” He claps his hands together, clearly excited.

You shift in your seat, a mix of curiosity and apprehension bubbling within you. A mountain lodge retreat sounded idyllic, but the idea of spending extended time with Jungkook outside the professional setting wasn’t exactly thrilling.

Hoseok, seated beside you, nudges your arm gently. You glance at him, and his heart shaped smile instantly puts you at ease. “It’s your first time, right?” he asks, his tone soft but teasing. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be a lot of fun. They always plan these things really well.” he says. You smile back with a nod, grateful for the reassurance.

As Mr. Cho wraps up his briefing, your initial apprehension begins to fade, replaced by a tentative excitement. A luxurious mountain lodge retreat does sound like a dream... if you ignore the part where Jungkook would also be there.

It’s the day of the retreat, and the soft hues of dawn paint the sky as the company bus idles at the curb, its engine rumbling like a low purr. The bus is alive with chatter, a mix of excitement and sleepiness as everyone settles into their seats. Conversations flow freely, punctuated by laughter and the occasional clink of coffee thermoses.

You’re seated midway down the bus, comfortably beside Hoseok. He’s leaning slightly towards you, gesturing animatedly as he talks about the best hiking trails around the lodge. His voice carries a warmth that puts you at ease, and you find yourself nodding along, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you sip your coffee.

The bus door hisses open, and Jungkook steps in, dressed in a casual, perfect combination of a black hoodie and fitted jeans. His dark hair is slightly tousled, as if he didn’t try but somehow still managed to look effortlessly good. His eyes scan the bus with practiced disinterest, sweeping over rows of coworkers until they suddenly land on you.

You, with your head tilted slightly towards Hoseok, a small laugh escaping as he finishes whatever he's saying. Hoseok's grin is wide as he teases you about something that Jungkook can't hear.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, his posture stiffening. The sight is a familiar punch to the gut, a wave of something uncomfortably sharp and consuming. He can’t name it... doesn’t want to name it... but it churns in his stomach like an unwelcome storm. His grip on the strap of his bag tightens.

Every time this happens, he tell himself it's just irritation. After all, it’s not like he cares who you talk to. You’re just his rival, his constant thorn. But deep down, a crack forms in that reasoning, and he’s too stubborn to look any closer.

His gaze flickers away, quick and practiced, like an artist shading over a mistake. He moves down the aisle with a measured stride, ignoring the way his chest feels inexplicably heavy. His long legs carry him past your row, but not before his sharp ears catch the sound of your sweet laugh again. It grates against the knot forming in his chest, pulling tighter with every step.

Jungkook finally drops into a seat two rows behind you, tossing his bag onto the empty seat beside him. He slouches back, his head resting against the cold window. The faint vibrations of the bus barely register as he plugs in his headphones, choosing a random playlist in an effort to drown out his thoughts.

But the music doesn’t help. It doesn’t drown out the sound of your laugh or the way you seemed so at ease with Hoseok. And it certainly doesn’t ease the sting that came with seeing you look at someone else with that kind of attention.

He stares out the window, his reflection faint against the backdrop of the city streets rolling by. He tells himself, whatever he's feeling right now, it’s annoyance, irritation at your loud conversation, frustration at your inability to keep your voice down. But the truth creeps in, unwelcome and undeniable.

It unfortunately isn’t just irritation. It’s something deeper, something he refuses to acknowledge because acknowledging it would mean confronting feelings he’s buried under layers of rivalry and pride.

So he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly as if that will banish the image of you and Hoseok from his mind. He’ll bury this feeling just like he does everything else, convincing himself that it doesn’t matter. That you don’t matter.

But even as the bus begins to move, carrying everyone towards the retreat, Jungkook’s thoughts stay rooted in the seat two rows ahead of him. And unfortunately, no amount of distraction can change that.

The sprawling mountain lodge looms ahead, its rustic charm blending seamlessly with the dark green peaks in the distance. You tug your suitcase behind you, the wheels skidding slightly on the cobblestone path leading into the cozy yet grand lobby.

The warm scent of cedarwood and faint spices greets you as you step inside, though it does little to ease the exhaustion weighing on your shoulders.

You sigh, rubbing your neck while Hoseok approaches the reception desk to sort out room assignments. Your gaze roams the space, marveling at the high ceilings adorned with wooden beams and the crackling fire in the massive stone fireplace. A few coworkers are scattered about, chatting in groups or eagerly collecting their keys.

At least everyone gets their own cabin for the retreat, a luxury you hadn’t expected. The thought brings a small sense of relief since you don’t have to worry about sharing space with anyone. You glance at Hoseok, who’s still sorting through paperwork with the receptionist, and shift your weight impatiently.

Suddenly, someone brushes past you, the sharp bump to your shoulder jolting you slightly off balance. You gasp, turning quickly, ready to unleash a tirade, only to freeze when you see who it is.

Jungkook. Of course.

His bag strap hangs loosely off one shoulder, his free hand gripping the handle of his sleek black suitcase. He doesn’t even look at you at first, his gaze fixed ahead, but the unmistakable smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth tells you he knows exactly what he’s done. “Watch where you’re going, jerk.” you snap, glaring at him as you adjust your stance.

Finally, he turns to face you, one brow raised in mock amusement. His dark eyes glint mischievously as he takes a step closer, shrinking the space between you. “Me? Watch where I’m going?” he asks, his voice smooth but laced with condescension. “You’re the one standing in the middle of the way, completely zoned out.” he argues.

Your eyes narrow. “Excuse me for existing.” you bite back, crossing your arms. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy stomping around like you own the place, you wouldn’t go around slamming into people.” you add.

Jungkook chuckles, the sound low and irritatingly melodic. “Stomping? Dramatic much?” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to make it feel personal. “And for the record, if you can’t handle a little nudge, maybe you should stick to your cozy desk back at the office.” he chuckles.

Your glare sharpens, heat rising to your cheeks. “At least I don’t go out of my way to antagonize people every chance I get.” you retort, your tone matching his for intensity. He shrugs, feigning innocence. “Antagonize? That’s a big word for someone so easily rattled.” he grins.

You’re about to respond, the words teetering on the edge of your tongue, when Hoseok's voice cuts through the tension. “Uh, hey.” he says awkwardly, stepping between the two of you with an uncertain smile as he holds out your keycard. “Here’s your key. Sorry for the wait.” he says.

Jungkook steps back, his smirk faltering slightly as his gaze flickers briefly to Hoseok, then back to you. “Thanks, Hobi.” you say, your voice a little too tight as you grab the keycard from his outstretched hand.

He ignores the little pang in his chest and his smirk returns, adjusting his suitcase with an almost lazy confidence. “Enjoy your cabin, princess.” he quips, his tone laced with sarcasm and just enough smugness to make your blood boil. Without waiting for a response, he turns on his heel and strides off towards the cabins, his retreating figure exuding infuriating nonchalance.

You glare at his back, gripping your keycard so tightly it threatens to snap. “Ugh, I hate him.” you mutter under your breath, your frustration spilling out in a huff.

Hoseok, who’s been quietly observing the exchange, lets out a soft chuckle. “You sure about that?” he teases lightly, reaching down to grab your suitcase. “He seems to get under your skin pretty easily.” he says.

You narrow your eyes at him but don’t bother responding, knowing Hoseok’s teasing will only get worse if you try to deny it. Instead, you let out a long sigh, forcing yourself to focus on the warm, inviting surroundings of the lodge instead of Jungkook’s maddening smirk.

The sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving the mountain lodge bathed in a soft, dusky glow. The campfire in the center of the lawn crackles gently, sending sparks into the chilly night air.

Since it's the first night of the retreat, everyone is gathered around, wrapped in cozy sweaters and thick blankets, their laughter and conversation blending with the soothing sounds of the wilderness as they all try to free the tiredness from the journey.

You hug yourself tightly, relishing the warmth of your oversized sweater as you make your way towards the group. The flickering firelight dances across familiar faces, and your eyes briefly catch on Jungkook, seated off to the side, his attention fixed on his phone. His sharp profile is illuminated by the glow of the screen, but you quickly brush your gaze away, deciding to ignore him entirely.

Your eyes land on Hoseok, who waves you over with an easy smile and you instantly slip into the seat beside him. “Hey.” he greets warmly, his voice soft but welcoming over the crackle of the fire.

You smile back as you settle into the chair, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands. “The bathrooms here are insane.” you say, your tone full of genuine awe. “I had the best shower ever. It felt like I was in a spa.”

Hoseok's smile never falters, as the two of slip into an easy conversation. His warm laughter and encouraging nods draw you in, and eventually, the campfire becomes a hub of chatter as everyone around takes turns to share random stories.

The crackling of the fire accompanies the easy flow of conversation, casting a cozy glow that makes the group feel like an extended family.

Suho begins, leaning forward with excitement as he recounts how he met his girlfriend at a concert. "I swear, it was like fate." he breathes out, grinning. "I dropped my ticket, and she picked it up. I thought I’d just thank her, but then we ended up talking the entire show." His story gets a round of amused chuckles and giggles.

Mr. Park dives into tales about his grandchildren. "These kids..." he says, shaking his head fondly. "They're way too smart for their own good. Last week, my grandson hacked into my phone to change my ringtone to a dog barking.... at the grocery store." The image sends everyone into peals of laughter.

Ryunjin jumps in next, sharing her cat’s latest antics. "He’s obsessed with his tail." she says, gesturing wildly. "But the problem is, every time he catches it, he gets mad, like he’s offended it’s attached to his body." Her exaggerated impressions of her cat has everyone laughing until their sides hurt.

As people continue talking, from his spot on the other side of the fire, Jungkook sits quietly. He barely pays attention to what his coworkers are saying because his gaze keeps flickering to you and Hoseok. He watches the way your face lights up when you laugh, the way you lean towards Hoseok to whisper something into his ear.

The sight twists something uncomfortably tight in Jungkook’s chest, though he stubbornly pushes the feeling aside. Why do I even care? he thinks, his jaw clenching slightly as he forces his attention back to whatever some random coworker is saying.

Yet, no matter how much he tells himself to look away, his eyes betray him. They keep drifting back to you, catching every smile, every laugh, every shared glance with Hoseok. A faint scowl forms on his face, though he tries to mask it.

As the night wears on, it's your turn to narrate a story as you explain a random incident about a hike you went on, way back in high school. "We were climbing this trail that was way steeper than the brochure let on." you say, gesturing animatedly. "And then my friend thought it’d be a great idea to race to the top. Long story short, we all ended up face-planting in the dirt halfway up."

The group laughs, but before you can continue, Mrs. Lee interjects, her voice cutting through the firelit circle like clockwork. “Y/N, dear...” she says with a conspiratorial grin. “All this talk about hikes makes me wonder… are you planning on taking someone special on one anytime soon?” she wiggles her eyebrows.

You freeze for a moment, the question hanging in the air. Hoseok stifles a chuckle beside you, leaning closer. “Here we go again.” he whispers.

Everyone’s attention turns to you, their curious eyes waiting for your response. You hate being the center of attention in conversations like this, but you manage to muster a polite smile. “I think I’ll be hiking solo for a while, Mrs. Lee.” you reply lightly, hoping to deflect her matchmaking attempts.

But before the conversation can move on, Minhyuk, a coworker from another team... notorious for his unwelcome advances and unwanted flirtatious attempts to pursue you, jumps in.

“Why solo when I’m right here?” he says, his grin annoyingly smug as he leans forward on his seat. “Y/N, you don’t need blind dates or solo adventures when you’ve got someone like me.” he smirks.

The group chuckles, though the reactions are a mix of genuine amusement and secondhand embarrassment. You glance at him, trying to suppress an eye-roll. “Thanks, Minhyuk.” you say, your voice tinged with forced politeness. “But I think I’m good.”

Hoseok smirks beside you. “Wow, that’s… subtle.” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear. The tension starts to build, the awkwardness settling in like an unwanted guest, but before anyone else can say anything, another voice cuts through the conversation, deep and commanding.

“She doesn’t need you, Minhyuk.” Jungkook suddenly says from across the fire. His tone is calm, but there’s an edge to it that makes everyone sit up a little straighter. His gaze locks on Minhyuk, his expression unreadable. “Y/N’s already dating someone.”

The silence that follows is deafening. Heads swivel towards Jungkook, then towards you, expressions ranging from amused to utterly shocked. You blink at him, your brain scrambling to process what he just said. You’re dating someone? And you didn’t even know?

A mix of confusion and frustration floods your thoughts as you watch Jungkook from your seat, utterly bewildered. What the hell is he trying to pull?

Mrs. Lee, of course, is the first to recover. She clasps her hands together, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement. “Oh, my! Y/N, is this... is this true? So you won’t be hiking solo after all?” she teases, her tone light, but the curiosity in her gaze is anything but subtle.

Her words snap you out of your daze, and your first instinct is to deny it, to clear up the misunderstanding before things spiral even further. But as your lips part, Jungkook speaks again, his voice calm and steady.

“That’s right.” he says, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smirk. “She’s all set. No blind dates, no solo hikes. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whip your head towards him, your confusion now tinged with annoyance. His expression is maddeningly composed, as if this is all part of some elaborate plan you’re not privy to. He meets your gaze, and for a fleeting second, you catch a glimmer of something... something almost possessive, before it disappears behind his confident facade.

Hoseok shifts beside you, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “Well...” he says under his breath. “This just got interesting.”

You glare at him briefly before turning back to Jungkook, your brain working overtime to decide whether to play along or call him out. All around you, the group buzzes with low murmurs and playful remarks, the campfire’s warm glow doing little to soothe the sudden heat rising to your cheeks.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Suho laughs, his tone light, as a few others nod eagerly, their curiosity piqued. All eyes are on you now, and you’re suddenly aware of how small your seat feels in the circle. You open your mouth to speak, to deny the entire thing and set the record straight, but Jungkook beats you to it. Again.

“I really didn’t expect the news to come out like this.” he says smoothly, his voice calm but carrying just enough emotion to sound sincere. His gaze sweeps over the group before landing back on you. “But we’ve been keeping it quiet for a while now.”

The reaction is immediate. A collective murmur ripples through the circle, voices tinged with shock and curiosity. Some are louder than others, people audibly gasping unable to hide the utter shock of this unexpected news.

You blink rapidly, your brain doing cartwheels trying to keep up with what’s happening. Quiet for a while? What is he even talking about? Your confusion turns to frustration, and you turn to Jungkook, but he’s already leaning back in his seat, wearing an expression so convincingly nonchalant that it makes your blood boil.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Minhyuk’s voice cuts through the murmurs, his tone laced with disbelief and annoyance. “Are you telling me Y/N’s been dating you this whole time?” He gestures vaguely towards Jungkook, his irritation barely concealed.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Jungkook replies, his voice steady and unbothered, as though the entire conversation is beneath him. He leans back casually, his hand resting on the arm of his chair, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Why does that sound so surprising?”

The group collectively reacts, their wide-eyed expressions bouncing between disbelief and shock. And honestly? Fair, because who would believe it. The only form of interaction anyone’s ever witnessed between the two of you has been laced with sharp rivalry, sarcastic comments and deathly glares.

“The joke’s on us.” Mr. Cho interjects suddenly, his tone tinged with playful regret. “We’re the idiots for thinking they hated each other. All this time, these two lovebirds were up to something totally different.” he says as everyone agrees with him.

Your lips part, indignation rushing to the surface as you shake your head. “It’s not what it looks—”

“We just didn’t want to get caught.” Jungkook cuts in smoothly, completely ignoring your protest. His tone is measured, almost too casual, as if he’s rehearsed this. He glances at the group, offering a shrug. “It would’ve made things awkward, you know?”

To your complete and utter disbelief, the crowd buys it. They actually believe the crap he's saying. Heads nod in understanding, murmurs of agreement ripple around the fire. It’s the most ridiculous explanation you’ve ever heard, and yet they’re accepting it like it's the most normal thing ever.

Your scowl deepens as you glare at Jungkook, who doesn’t so much as glance your way. Instead, he’s perfectly composed, acting like this is all just another day in his life. Meanwhile, you’re left fuming, the crowd’s reactions only stoking your frustration.

“If everyone will excuse me... I need to have a word with my... boyfriend.” you finally manage to say, your voice laced with barely concealed irritation. The last word comes out sharper than you intend, carrying just enough edge to earn a chorus of hoots and teasing laughter from the group.

“Ohhh, someone’s in trouble!” Suho calls, while Mrs. Lee clasps her hands over her heart as if this is the most romantic thing she’s ever seen. You can feel the amused gazes burning into your back, but you refuse to look at anyone.

The crowd’s reactions only fuel your annoyance. You rise from your chair, your movements brisk. Jungkook barely has time to react as you stride over to him. Before he can say a single word, you grab his arm and tug him out of his chair with more force than necessary.

Without sparing him a glance, you drag him away from the fire, ignoring the whistles and giggles echoing behind you. Someone, probably Ryunjin, makes a half-joking comment about you two sneaking off to "make up" or something equally ridiculous, but you’re too annoyed to care.

The moment you’re far enough from the group, heading towards the cabins, you whirl around to face Jungkook, still gripping his arm. “What the hell was that?” you shriek, your voice seething with anger. "WE are dating? Really?"

Jungkook chuckles softly, his fingers gently prying your hands from his arm. “Relax, princess.” he says, his voice calm yet dripping with smugness. “I only said that to help you out.”

“Help me out?” you echo, stepping back dramatically with your arms crossed, your face twisting into mock surprise. “Wow, Jungkook, what a saint. Should I start kissing the ground you walk on now, or later?”

He smirks, clearly enjoying himself far too much. “That ass Minhyuk was clearly making you uncomfortable. I figured I’d step in before he turned the bonfire into his personal Y/N fan club.” he shrugs.

You open your mouth to retort but pause, your brows furrowing slightly. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong about Minhyuk being a creep, but still you let out an exasperated groan, your arms flailing. “Oh, please. I could’ve handled him just fine without your big rescue act.”

“Right.” he drawls, leaning lazily against the cabin wall, his hands tucked into his pockets. “Because your plan of glaring daggers at him and clenching your fists was totally working. I mean, nothing screams ‘back off’ like the homicidal vibe you were giving off.”

You glare at him, your lips pressed into a thin line. “And what makes you think I couldn’t have handled it? I literally told him I was good and that I didn't need him.”

“Oh, you did.” he agrees, a playful spark in his eyes. “But then you’d have Mrs. Lee trying to ‘mediate’ or whatever by trying to set you up on another one of her infamous blind dates. Admit it, I just saved you from weeks of awkwardness.”

You blink at him, caught off guard by how easily he brought Mrs. Lee into this. “Wait, so this whole ‘fake boyfriend’ thing was just to dodge her matchmaking?” you question. “Well, partly.” he shrugs, tilting his head like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Figured you’d rather deal with me than spend another evening making small talk with some random accountant she thinks is your ‘perfect match.’ You’re welcome.” he grins.

You let out a scoff, crossing your arms again. “Oh, I see. So now you’re my knight in shining armor?” you arch a brow at him. “Finally, you get it.” His smirk grows.

“Shut up.” you snap, unable to stop the look of irritation on your face. “And for the record, I’d much rather deal with Mrs. Lee than this.” you add, gesturing the space between you.

“Really?” His voice takes on a teasing tone, and he steps closer, his gaze locking with yours. You try to ignore the way your heart is hammering in your chest and continue glaring into his eyes. “Then why are you so rattled, huh? Afraid you’ll actually fall for me or something?” he narrows his eyes, his smirk only growing.

You scoff, heat rising to your cheeks, but you refuse to let him see you falter. “Fall for you? In your dreams.” you bite back. “Ouch.” he says, clutching his chest dramatically like you’ve shot an arrow straight through his heart. “And here I thought you’d be grateful. This is how you repay me?”

“Grateful?” You throw your hands up in exasperation. “Jungkook, I don’t think you understand. You just lied to everyone we know and made it sound like we’re madly in love or something.”

“Well…” His grin widens, that playful glint in his eyes sparking something unwelcome in your chest. “It’s not that hard to believe, is it?”

Your jaw drops, and you glare at him, incredulous. “Fuck, there's nothing like you... you are literally unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably charming.” he quips without missing a beat, his smirk downright infuriating now. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.” He nods as if he’s doing you a massive favor. “Fake boyfriend?” you echo, your voice an octave higher as your frustration bubbles over.

“Do you even hear yourself? Do you understand the gravity of the situation here? Everyone’s going to expect us to get along now. They’re going to expect us to act like a real couple. And with the way we are, they’ll figure out this isn’t real before this trip is even over. Do you realize how humiliating that will be?”

You wave your hands around animatedly as you ramble, the words spilling out in a frantic rush. Jungkook watches you with a maddeningly calm expression, arms crossed over his chest like he’s enjoying the show.

He chuckles again, that infuriatingly relaxed sound that makes you want to pull your hair out. “Oh, come on, Y/n. It’s not that bad. You get to hang out with me, look like the perfect couple, and keep Mrs. Lee and Minhyuk off your back. Sounds like a solid win for you.” he says with that signature cocky grin.

You scoff. "This is ridiculou—"

“And yet...” he interrupts smoothly. “You didn't deny it out there... in front of everyone. Makes me wonder if there’s a tiny part of you that doesn’t mind the idea.”

You open your mouth to retort, but no words come out. The sheer audacity of his statement has stolen your breath. He leans in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “See?” he murmurs, his voice soft but teasing. “Speechless. I must be onto something.”

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to steady yourself. “You know what, I don’t even care anymore. You're responsible for this mess, so you deal with it.” you mutter, taking a deep breath to try and calm the storm brewing inside you. “I just want to enjoy this whole retreat in peace.”

Jungkook watches you for a moment, his eyes softening just a fraction before he shrugs, as if this entire exchange is just a game. “Fine, fine. Peace it is. But you know...” he adds, his voice teasing but with a hint of something genuine, “It wouldn't hurt to enjoy it a little more with me. You know, since I’m your fake boyfriend and all.”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the way his words send an unexpected flutter through you. “Don’t push it, Jeon.” you mutter, though the corner of your mouth twitches slightly, betraying the tiniest bit of amusement. You turn on your heel, ready to walk away from this conversation.

“Alright, alright.” he relents with a dramatic sigh, from behind you. “But remember, when you find yourself accidentally falling for me, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he quips, quickly walking past you. You grumble to yourself as you watch him walk away, approaching the lawn where everyone's seated.

You have no idea what this retreat has in store for you, especially after the insane turn of events on just the first night. Jungkook, of all people, is supposed to be your fake boyfriend in the prying eyes of your coworkers. You're still processing the fact that you’re stuck with this ridiculous situation, and you have no idea how you're going to pull it off.

But, as much as you hate to admit it, there's a tiny part of you that feels... surprisingly... grateful. Grateful that, for once, you don’t have to deal with creeps like Minhyuk or relentless matchmakers like Mrs. Lee.

Sure, dealing with Jungkook might be a headache, but at least he's got this whole "fake boyfriend" thing down, and for the moment, he’s temporarily keeping the pressure off you. You can't help but feel a little bit of relief knowing you won’t have to dodge constant questions about your non-existent love life this entire trip.

And something about this new dynamic, has you questioning everything between the two of you.

Finally, the retreat kicks off the next morning, and the first activity is an early morning hike. The air is crisp and the excitement buzzes in the atmosphere. To make things more interesting, everyone's decided to pair up and whichever team is the first to reach the top, wins a medal and a small trophy.

As you stand at the base, fidgeting with your water bottle, you can’t help but wonder what kind of chaos this day might bring, especially considering the mess you’ve gotten yourself into with Jungkook.

You’re eagerly waiting for Hoseok to arrive, fully prepared to be his hiking partner, when suddenly you hear a voice behind you.

"Waiting for me?" Jungkook’s voice is laced with that familiar smugness, and when you turn, you see him leaning casually against a tree near you, his arms crossed. His signature smirk is in place, as if he knows something you don’t.

You roll your eyes, already feeling the irritation creeping in. "Please, I’m waiting for Hobi." you reply dismissively, trying to avoid his gaze.

Jungkook's heart twists at your words, but he hides it behind a playful mask. "Wouldn't it be weird if you're pairing up with someone other than your... boyfriend?" he says, his voice lowering slightly as he leans in closer. His words hang in the air, and you feel a strange hesitation ripple through you.

You freeze for a moment, realizing the truth in his statement. It would be weird especially considering, the weird situation he had put the both of you in last night.

After yesterday, the idea of pairing up with anyone else, especially with the whole team now thinking you and Jungkook are some love-struck couple, would look suspicious. And if you really want to make this whole fake boyfriend thing work, you’re going to have to keep up the act... at least for the sake of saving face.

Your mind races, weighing your options, but when you glance over at the others, you see the curious glances, the whispers starting to form, and you know you can’t back out now. With a reluctant sigh, you turn back to Jungkook.

"Fine." you say, rolling your eyes for effect, though a small part of you is resigned. "But don't get any weird ideas. This is just for the hike."

Jungkook’s grin widens, and his eyes gleam with that mischievous glint. "Of course, princess. No weird ideas." he teases, but the way he looks at you suggests there’s more to this than just the hike.

As you both walk towards the trail, the weight of the situation hits you. This is it, you're officially stuck with him for the duration of this retreat, whether you like it or not. But as you glance at Jungkook, his confident strides beside you, you realize there might be more to this pairing than just avoiding humiliation.

You quickly shake off any lingering thoughts and turn your focus to the hike ahead. The trail is steep, rocky, and not exactly beginner-friendly, but you’re determined to stay ahead of the pack. Each step is carefully calculated, your legs pushing through the exhaustion as you navigate the uneven terrain.

Jungkook, walking beside you, watches with an almost bemused expression. He notices the fierce concentration on your face, the way your brows furrow ever so slightly as you push yourself harder with each step. You’re not one to give up easily, and it’s kind of impressive.

"You really are something, huh?" he teases, his voice cutting through the wind. "Who knew you'd be so competitive." he asks, like he already doesn't know that about you, considering the heavy competition that always takes place between the two of you back at the office.

You glance at him, rolling your eyes. "I’m not competitive." you huff, focusing on your footing. "I just don’t want to lose, especially to people who think they can beat us."

Jungkook chuckles, but his eyes are still focused on you. “Uh-huh. Sure.” His tone is playful, but there's something a little softer in his gaze as he watches you stride forward, determined and focused.

With each step, your legs begin to burn, but you push through it. The air grows thinner as you make your way up the mountain, and soon, you notice that you and Jungkook have managed to pull ahead of the rest of the group. At some point, it’s just the two of you... no one else even in sight. You can’t help but feel a tiny surge of pride.

Jungkook, though, seems to be taking it all in stride, effortlessly keeping pace with you. “Looks like we’re in the lead.” he says with a grin, clearly enjoying the challenge.

Just as you’re about to reply, the trail gets more rugged. The rocks beneath your feet become looser, the path steeper, and suddenly, you lose your balance. Before you can even react, Jungkook reaches out, steadying you by grabbing your hand.

“Easy there, princess.” he teases, his fingers curling around yours with a casual yet firm grip, as though it’s second nature to him.

You try to ignore the warmth of his hand against yours, but the sensation lingers, a pulse of heat running up your arm. His hand fits perfectly with yours, and for a second, you forget about everything... about the hike, the competition, even the ridiculousness of the situation.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye. His expression is focused on the path ahead, but there’s a subtle glint in his eyes, something mischievous. He knows how much his touch is affecting you, and you know he’s enjoying it a little too much.

You’re so distracted by everything... his touch, the heat flooding your chest, the odd fluttering in your stomach... that you don’t even see the giant twig lying across the trail until it’s too late. One moment you’re walking, and the next, your foot catches it, sending you sprawling forward. You yelp as your knee slams into the rough ground, the pain sharp and immediate.

Jungkook is quick to react, his hand shooting out to steady you before you can fall further. “Shit!” he exclaims, his voice full of concern. He crouches beside you as you wince, glancing at your scraped knee. Blood begins to seep from the wound, the large scratch standing out against your skin, especially since you’re wearing a pair of biker shorts.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice more worried than you expected. He quickly helps you sit on a nearby rock, crouching in front of you. His eyes flicker to your knee, concern creasing his brows as he inspects the wound. “This is bad.” he murmurs, his tone low as he gently touches your calf to get a better look at the injury.

You feel the warmth of his fingers on your skin, and despite the pain in your knee, something inside you jolts at the tenderness of his touch. Your heart skips a beat, and you have to force yourself to look away.

His fingers are still holding your leg, and the proximity of his body makes everything seem so much more intense than it should be. The sensation of his hand on your calf feels too intimate, too personal, and it makes your pulse race in a way that leaves you breathless.

You shift uncomfortably, trying to pull your leg back a little, though it’s hard to concentrate with him so close. “I’m fine.” you try to brush him off, your voice almost shaky as you speak. “It’s just a scratch.”

He doesn’t seem convinced. His eyes remain fixed on the cut, his expression unreadable for a moment before he sighs and looks up at you. “You sure about that?” he asks, his voice soft but filled with a quiet seriousness. “Because that looks pretty nasty to me.”

You shift again, trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your skin. “I said I’m fine.” you insist, though your voice lacks the usual conviction. The warmth of his hand on your leg is making it hard to focus on anything else.

Jungkook watches you for a moment, as if assessing whether to argue or just let it go. Finally, he pulls his hand away, and you breathe a little easier, though the air between you still feels weird.

Jungkook stands up straight, his gaze fixed on you for a moment longer than necessary. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words and a tension that neither of you seem to know how to break. He looks down at your knee again, his eyes softening with concern, but he doesn’t say anything.

He somehow hates seeing you hurt, and something about it bothers him more than he’d like to admit. But he doesn’t know how to express that without sounding too… weird. So, he stays silent, unsure of how to bridge the gap between his thoughts and actions.

You shift uncomfortably, feeling his eyes on you. Your own gaze flickers between him and the ground, avoiding his stare, unsure of what to say next. You both seem so caught in this strange limbo that the sudden sound of footsteps snapping you both out of your trance is almost a relief.

You both turn at the same time, just in time to see Ryunjin and Suho dart past you, laughing and shouting with reckless energy. "Later, losers!" they yell, their voices teasing as they zoom past, not even sparing a glance at you or Jungkook.

Before either of you can react, they’re already a good distance ahead, their teasing echoes fading into the distance. The moment feels absurd, and yet somehow, it breaks the tension that had been hanging between you and Jungkook. You both stay there for a second, staring after the rapidly disappearing pair, trying to process what just happened.

Jungkook lets out a dry laugh, breaking the quiet. “Well, that was... something.” he says. You can't help but chuckle too, the absurdity of it all making you shake your head. "Yeah, something." you reply, your voice light despite the situation.

Jungkook glances at you, a small, almost self-conscious grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Guess we better catch up, huh? Wouldn’t want to lose to them."

Without missing a beat, you push yourself to your feet, ignoring the burning sensation in your knee as if it’s nothing. The adrenaline of the competition quickly wipes away any lingering pain. You’re determined now, not just to make it to the top, but to beat Ryunjin and Suho.

You and Jungkook exchange a brief look, and without saying another word, you both grab each other’s hands and break into a run. The path ahead is rocky, but you’re not paying attention to anything other than the prize... victory. The cold mountain air fills your lungs as your feet pound against the uneven ground, each step propelling you forward.

Jungkook keeps his pace beside you, the sound of his breath in sync with yours as you both push yourselves harder. He offers a teasing grin now and then, his usual cocky demeanor back in full force, but you know he’s just as focused as you are on overtaking the pair ahead.

The climb becomes more intense, the sharp incline testing your endurance, but your legs keep moving. You’re so close to the top now, your eyes on Suho and Ryunjin, who are just a few feet ahead. Your heart races, not just from the physical exertion, but from the competitive energy that’s coursing between you and Jungkook.

For a split second, you almost think you’re going to overtake them. You push yourself harder, your hand gripping Jungkook’s tighter, your determination burning stronger than ever. But just as you reach the final stretch, you see Suho and Ryunjin cross the summit.

“No way !!” you groan, stopping just short of the top. Jungkook slows down next to you, panting, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the victorious pair. “They beat us just by a few seconds.” he mutters, his voice tinged with frustration. But as he turns to look at you, the playful glint in his eyes doesn’t fade. “Close, though. We almost had them.” he says.

You stand there for a moment, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, and then glance at him. “Yeah, well. Almost doesn’t count, does it?” you tease, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

Jungkook’s lips twitch upward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something you can’t quite place. “Guess not.” he replies, but then his gaze softens, just a touch. “But we’ll definitely get them next time.”

The way he says next time... with such ease, almost like a promise, sends a strange feeling through you. It doesn’t sound like just another competition or a simple throwaway line. No, it’s more like a subtle invitation, an unspoken acknowledgment that this could be something to look forward to.

It’s not just the words themselves, but the way he says it, like there will be another chance for the two of you, paired together again, side by side. Like it’s not a one time thing, but the beginning of something that feels more… natural.

You swallow the sudden flutter in your chest, trying to focus on something else... something to push away the warmth spreading in your cheeks. It’s just a hike, just a little competition, you tell yourself, but the thought lingers.

Maybe it’s the rush of the moment, the adrenaline, or maybe it’s something about the way Jungkook looks at you now. Whatever it is, you can’t quite shake the feeling that next time won’t just be about winning.

“Yeah, next time.” you echo, your voice softer now, as if you’re both saying more than just the words.

Hoseok lounges casually on your bed, his head propped up on one arm as he watches you through the mirror as you do your skin care. "Guess you had fun on that hike, huh?" he says, a teasing glint in his eyes as he observes your focused movements.

You roll your eyes, not bothering to respond immediately. The sheet mask on your face makes it difficult to show any expression, but you can't hide the subtle irritation bubbling under the surface. Hoseok, ever the observant one, takes note of your silence and grins to himself, enjoying your discomfort in a way only he could.

“But actually though, how long are you two planning on keeping up this whole fake relationship thing?” he asks, with a casual tilt of his head. His voice is playful, but there's an undertone of genuine curiosity, as if he's waiting for some kind of confession.

You pause, your fingers freezing on the edges of the mask as his words sink in. The question lingers in the air, heavier than it first appeared. You let out a long, exasperated sigh, glancing at your reflection in the mirror. "I honestly don't know." you admit, the frustration evident in your tone. "This whole thing... it’s just such a ridiculous situation to be in. I didn’t even sign up for this, Hobi."

Your shoulders slump slightly as you drop your gaze, feeling the weight of the words you’ve just said. There’s no denying the absurdity of the situation, but even more unsettling is how easily you’ve been feeling ever since that hike got over.

"Honestly..." Hoseok starts, his voice tapering off, a hint of hesitance in his tone. "I just think... he might like you." he says. You snap your head towards him so fast that he bursts into laughter, pointing at your face. "Oh my god, the look! And with that sheet mask? Iconic." He doubles over, clutching his stomach.

"Please." You wave him off, narrowing your eyes even as you feel your cheeks heat beneath the mask. "That can’t be true." you deny, shaking your head, though his words settle in your chest like a pebble dropped into water, rippling outwards.

Hoseok leans forward, his laughter fading into a soft, knowing smile. “Think about it, Y/N.” He swings his legs off the bed and sits up straighter, his expression suddenly more serious. "Why would he randomly step in to ‘save’ you from Minhyuk and Mrs. Lee when none of it has anything to do with him? What’s he getting out of this whole... fake relationship?"

You open your mouth to argue but nothing comes out. His words sit heavy in the room, pressing against thoughts you’ve tried to avoid all day. Hoseok watches you intently, sensing your hesitation but giving you the space to think.

“I mean, according to me...” he continues, his voice steady but gentle. “The only thing he’s gaining... is your company. The opportunity to be around you, to talk to you, to..." He hesitates for a beat, then finishes with a meaningful look. "To get closer to you."

His words hang in the air, a truth you’re not sure you’re ready to face. Your fingers hover over your mask as you stare back at him, caught somewhere between disbelief and the slow, creeping realization that maybe... just maybe, he’s right.

Jungkook slips out of the shower, the warmth of the water still clinging to his skin as he slides into a pair of comfortable pajamas. The exhaustion of the long day settles in, and he collapses onto the bed with a soft sigh.

The cabin feels quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning, and as he stares up at the ceiling, his eyes blink slowly, each blink heavier than the last.

His thoughts begin to wander, as they often do, drifting towards you. He isn’t sure why, but lately, you seem to occupy a bigger space in his mind than he’d like to admit. He wonders what exactly he’s gotten himself into. The whole fake relationship thing, the way it all started... none of it makes sense to him.

But then he remembers the moment it all fell into place. The ridiculousness of it. The heat rising in him when he saw Minhyuk talking to you that way, too comfortable in his space, too persistent with his flirtations.

He didn’t plan to say anything in front of everyone, but something about the whole interaction made him snap. He blurted out the claim about you two dating, and even now, he’s not sure where it came from. But the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes it probably wasn’t just about Minhyuk.

He thinks about the hike today. The way you worked together, the coordination, the unspoken understanding between you both as you made your way up the mountain. The way his stomach churned at the sight of you hurt. The way your hands brushed, then clasped. How your palm felt against his, soft and warm, so natural.

He tries to shake the memory, but it lingers, like the lingering heat of the sun on his skin after a long day. He had to act like it didn’t faze him, like the moment didn’t make his heart race a little faster, but in reality, it was the opposite. His whole body had reacted to the touch, to the proximity.

He lets out a soft groan and rolls over, burying his face in the pillow, willing the thoughts to go away. It’s just a fake relationship, right? So why does it feel like there’s so much more to it than that?

The second day of the retreat arrives with a buzz of excitement, and as everyone gathers in the main hall, Mr. Cho announces the day's event which is supposed to be a Photo Scavenger Hunt. It's another pair activity, and you know exactly who your partner will be. Refusing to team up with your fake boyfriend, Jungkook, would raise too many suspicions and be undeniably awkward.

Pairs are handed a checklist of photo prompts, each designed to challenge creativity and, more importantly, sell the illusion of a couple deeply in love. Age, gender, or real dynamics don’t matter, the goal is clear... convince the world you’re head over heels.

Jungkook snatches the prompt list before you can, his dark eyes gleaming with excitement.

“This is going to be so fun.” he declares, scanning the list. You fold your arms, a skeptical frown settling on your face. “I hate taking pictures.” you admit. “And we have to look like a couple deeply in love? How the hell are we supposed to pull that off?”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t be a baby about it. Let’s show these amateurs what a real couple looks like.” The irony of his statement doesn’t escape you. Pretending to be a real couple while knowing everything between your current dynamic is fake feels like some cosmic joke. It tugs at your heart in a way you don’t want to analyze.

Instead, you shift your focus to the task at hand as Jungkook reads the first prompt aloud. “Take a photo of something adventurous.” he announces, his excitement palpable.

The prompt leads you both to the resort’s outdoor obstacle course, where a rope bridge sways precariously over a shallow creek. “This looks adventurous enough.” Jungkook says, gesturing to the bridge. You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re joking, right? There's no way... I’m setting foot on that thing.” you say shaking your head.

He steps onto the first plank, the bridge creaking under his weight. Turning to you, he extends a hand, his confidence unwavering. “Just trust me.” he grins. You hesitate, glancing at his outstretched hand. Something about the steady way he looks at you makes your heart skip. Against your better judgment, you take his hand and step onto the bridge.

The journey across is a chaotic mix of laughter and shrieks as the bridge sways with every movement. You’re freaking the hell out, but somehow, Jungkook’s firm grip on your hand keeps you grounded. His teasing comments, however, do nothing to help calm your nerves.

Suddenly, the bridge sways a little too much, and you yelp in panic, instinctively inching closer to him and wrapping your arms around his torso, holding on for dear life. You close your eyes, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

“Relax!!!” Jungkook laughs, his voice laced with amusement, finding your current state of distress incredibly adorable. “You’re holding onto me like I’m the bridge.”

You bury your face in his chest, the heat of his body overwhelming, and you feel your heart racing in your chest. His laugh sends a jolt through you, but you manage to focus on the safety of his embrace. “Because I don’t trust this death trap!” you snap back, clinging tighter to him. “Don’t you dare let go.”

“Chill, I got you.” he reassures you, but his voice is teasing. “You’re literally holding me. I can’t let go even if I wanted to.” The way his words send a thrill through you catches you off guard, but you can't focus on that now, you're too busy gripping him like a lifeline.

He laughs again, and you feel his arms shift slightly as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Are you seriously taking a picture now?” you ask incredulously. “Gotta capture the terror on your face.” he says, his grin widening. “Besides, you’re hugging me. That’s pretty romantic if you ask me.”

Before you can reply, he angles his phone to fit both of you in the frame, holding it out with a cocky smile before clicking the picture.

As you still tightly clutch onto him, you peek at the phone as he lowers it. You burst into laughter when you see the picture, a chaotic snapshot of your panicked face, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, eyes wide in shock, but with a hint of a smile hidden in the corners. It’s a mess, but somehow cute. “See?” he says with a playful grin. “Adventurous and adorable.”

You and Jungkook continue breezing through prompt after prompt, and to your surprise, you're both working together seamlessly. The tension from earlier has melted away, replaced by an ease you didn't expect.

His teasing jokes, the way he makes goofy comments behind the camera before snapping a picture... it’s all so endearing. And every time he makes you laugh, you feel those familiar butterflies flutter in your chest, something light and genuine that you hadn't allowed yourself to feel in a long time.

As you pose for yet another shot, your eyes meet his, and for a brief moment, the world around you seems to disappear. You're not acting for a game anymore, not pretending for a prize. There's a softness between you now, a connection you hadn't realized you craved until you found it. You laugh, your eyes lighting up in a way that’s completely unguarded, and Jungkook can't help but watch you with a smile that matches your own.

He is somehow completely captivated by this version of you, the one without the sarcastic remarks, the biting humor, and the walls you usually keep up. The way you smile for the pictures, the way you compose yourself with such grace, it’s just too cute. The soft glow in your eyes when you’re not worried about anything, not keeping your distance, is something he’s never seen before. It feels so natural, so easy, and he loves it.

With every click of his camera, Jungkook is slowly realizing how much he enjoys seeing you like this... so at ease, so carefree. Even though the situation started as a fake relationship, he's surprised to find that it feels more real than he ever imagined. It feels... perfect.

There's no tension, no need for the sarcastic quips or the emotional distance you usually keep between you. Instead, it's just easy. He can simply be with you, in this moment, without any pretense. And the more he enjoys this connection, the more he wonders how long he can keep pretending that it isn’t something more.

For a brief moment, as he adjusts the camera, he catches you looking at him... a soft, knowing smile playing on your lips. His heart skips a beat, and for the first time in what feels like forever, his confidence falters. He quickly shakes off the feeling, focusing on the next shot, but the lingering warmth in his chest doesn’t go away. It’s there, quietly growing, and for a second, he wonders if maybe you can feel it too.

Soon enough, you reach the last prompt on the list. "Capture your partner with something beautiful." You read it aloud, and Jungkook's eyes light up like he’s found the perfect solution. He grabs your wrist, pulling you along with him, a determined glint in his eyes. “Follow me.” he says.

Without fully understanding where he’s leading you, you let him tug you along, and before long, you find yourself in the resort’s rose garden. You pause, taking in the breathtaking sight before you.

The garden is sprawling and lush, with rows of perfectly manicured bushes, each adorned with an array of vibrant roses in every imaginable colur… pale pinks, deep reds, and the most delicate whites.

The air is thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and butterflies flit from one blossom to the next, completing the serene picture. The sun casts a warm golden light, dappling the garden with soft shadows, making the whole place look like something out of a dream.

Jungkook releases your wrist, stepping back to admire you as you take in the surroundings. “How did you even find this place?” you ask, amused, turning to him with raised eyebrows.

He grins, clearly proud of himself. “I was just exploring early this morning.” he admits, brushing a hand through his hair. His gaze softens as he watches you, and it suddenly hits him... for the first time today, he doesn’t need to pose you, doesn’t need to direct you for a shot. Everything here feels perfect just the way it is. You, in this beautiful setting, naturally glowing and lost in the beauty of it all.

Without warning, Jungkook pulls out his phone and takes the first picture. And then another. And another. He’s capturing you... your expression, the way your eyes linger on the flowers, how the soft breeze plays with your hair. Each click feels more like he’s documenting something sacred, something delicate. You’re unaware of it at first, lost in the moment.

But as you turn, you notice him snapping away, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your own eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, you didn’t tell me you started clicking pictures!” you say, an involuntary pout forming on your lips.

Jungkook laughs, the sound deep and genuine. "It’s fine." he says, still grinning. "I got the perfect shots."

Your heart skips, your breath catching at the way he looks at you... like you’re the most beautiful thing in this whole garden, and the way his gaze lingers on you makes your chest tighten in an unfamiliar way. There's something so intimate in the way he sees you, something that makes you feel simultaneously vulnerable and cherished.

Now that all the prompts are done, you and Jungkook sit together on the lawn, reviewing the photos on his phone. The sun is beginning to set, casting a soft golden glow over the entire resort, and the air carries a calmness that makes the moment feel almost too perfect.

There’s a small laugh escaping your lips as you scroll past each photo, surprised at how natural you both look. The ones of you and him are the ones that stand out... your smiles feel real, and the carefree joy captured in each shot makes you wonder if, for a fleeting second, the line between pretending and reality might’ve blurred.

As your thumb scrolls past a particularly silly photo of him pulling a goofy face, your eyes linger on the images of yourself. There’s a softness to them... how your eyes shine, how your lips curve into a smile that isn’t forced. You can’t remember the last time you looked so... content.

Your gaze shifts to Jungkook in the rest of the photos, his relaxed posture, his playful grins, and the way he’s effortlessly good-looking in every frame.

But then, Jungkook stops you from scrolling, his finger gently pausing on one of the photos. Your heart stutters when you realize it’s a picture of you that he had taken in the rose garden, the soft wind lifting your hair, your eyes caught on a pink rose, lost in a moment of thought. T

he colors in the picture are so vivid... the soft pink of the rose, the delicate green leaves, and the way the light plays off the petals.

“This one.” Jungkook says quietly, his voice lower than usual. You glance at him, sensing a change in the air, an unspoken weight that hangs between you both. The way he says it almost sounds like a confession, but you’re unsure what it means.

You turn your attention back to the picture, your fingers unconsciously tightening around the phone as your heart begins to race. The photo seems so simple, yet there’s something undeniably intimate about it.

“This one’s my favorite.” he repeats, his eyes not leaving the screen, but you can feel his gaze shift to you, as if waiting for your reaction. The moment seems to stretch, and you swear the temperature of the air is now different.

You clear your throat, trying to steady yourself. “Uh... why?” you ask. Your voice feels small against the sudden heaviness of the moment, the question awkwardly leaving your lips. Your eyes drift to the picture again, but it’s hard to focus with the flutter in your chest.

Jungkook’s gaze softens, a quiet sincerity filling his eyes that makes your stomach do somersaults. “Because it’s... you.”

His words stay in the air, simple yet weighted, like a confession he hadn’t planned on making. And for the briefest moment, everything else falls away… the photos, the game, the fake relationship.

All you can focus on is the way he’s looking at you, the way he said it, as if it meant something deeper than just the photo. It feels like he’s seen something in you, something you haven’t even fully recognized in yourself.

You’re left speechless for a moment, unsure of how to respond. There’s a warmth spreading in your chest, a feeling that seems to fill every space between you and him, and for the first time, the reality of what’s happening between you two feels undeniable.

The third day of the retreat dawns with a calm, unstructured agenda, a welcome contrast to the competitive energy of the past two days. With nothing specific planned, you decide to spend your time with Hoseok, exploring the scenic surroundings and indulging in the retreat’s offerings.

By mid-afternoon, the two of you make your way to the spa for a personal massage. The atmosphere is serene, filled with the soft hum of calming music and the faint aroma of lavender.

As the tension melts away under the skilled hands of the masseuse, your thoughts wander, sifting through the events of the past few days. It’s a rare moment of clarity and introspection, and you allow yourself to simply breathe and reflect.

By the time you’re done, it’s nearly evening. You step out of the spa, still basking in the therapeutic aftereffects. Hoseok is waiting for you outside, leaning casually against a pillar, and his face lights up when he sees you stretching your neck with a satisfied sigh.

“That was amazing, wasn’t it?” he asks with a grin, and you hum in agreement, a lazy smile tugging at your lips. “Totally. I feel like a whole new person.” you reply, rolling your shoulders and relishing the weightlessness in your muscles.

Hoseok chuckles before his tone shifts slightly. “Anyway, I’m gonna go hang out with Suho and Mr. Cho for a bit if you don’t mind.” he says, his voice tinged with a trace of guilt. You shake your head immediately, offering him a reassuring smile. “Of course, Hobi. Don’t worry about me. I’ll just chill near the cabins or take a stroll. Go, have fun!”

His expression softens at your easygoing response. “You sure?”

“I’m sure. I’ll see you later.” you say, giving him a small wave as he turns to leave. As you watch Hoseok walk away, a peculiar sense of contentment settles within you, something you can’t quite place but feel nonetheless. The day has unfolded in a way you didn’t anticipate, leaving you more at peace than you expected.

You make your way back to your cabin, eager to change into something more comfortable. Slipping into a soft, flowing dress that cascades gently against your legs, you find it strikes the perfect balance between relaxation and elegance.

Stepping out of your cabin, ready to roam aimlessly through the quiet grounds, you suddenly catch sight of Jungkook approaching from the opposite end of the corridor.

"Well, hello there, girlfriend." he teases, his voice laced with playful sarcasm as a mischievous wink follows. With measured confidence, he closes the distance between you, his smirk never faltering, leaving you to wonder if there's more behind his words than the usual banter.

You feel an involuntary tug at the corners of your mouth, but you quickly mask it by rolling your eyes. "Jeon." you greet him flatly as you close the door behind you. “You look lonely.” Jungkook teases, his tone soft.

You open your mouth to retort, but he beats you to it. “Wanna go for a walk?” His words come out almost too casually, but there’s a spark in his eyes, an invitation you can’t quite ignore.

As you glance around at your coworkers scattered about near by, you realize that declining might raise more suspicion than agreeing. It’s a harmless walk, nothing more, nothing less. And, perhaps you tell yourself, it could make the whole fake relationship thing a little more believable.

But a part of you thinks all these reasonings are just yet another reason to cover up what you're actually feeling. You hesitate for only a moment, the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. “Sure.” you answer.

The surprise in Jungkook’s eyes is fleeting, but it’s there... his brows lifting slightly at your unexpected compliance. He quickly masks it with a grin, but there’s something unspoken between you now, a shift in the air that neither of you acknowledges aloud. Without another word, he gestures for you to follow, and you do, your steps in sync as you head out into the cool evening.

As you walk side by side, the air between you feels strangely light, almost serene. Jungkook exhales softly, his voice breaking the silence as if testing the waters. "So, how was your day?" he asks, his tone gentle but curious.

"Good." you respond with a simple, soft smile, but you find yourself wanting to offer more, to bridge the gap between the two of you. "I got a massage at the spa. It was incredible." you add, your smile deepening as the memory lingers. The soothing sensation still radiates from your body, and the thought of it gives you a sense of peace.

Jungkook nods, taking in your words with quiet interest. His gaze briefly shifts to you, and something flickers in his eyes. The evening sun bathes your face in a warm, golden light, the soft rays catching in your hair, making it shimmer ever so slightly in the breeze.

For a second, Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat, his thoughts scattered as a sudden, fleeting realization tugs at him. Have you always been this beautiful? But he quickly suppresses it, trying to act unaffected.

"I played badminton with a few of the guys." he says instead, his voice now carrying a touch of nonchalance, as if dismissing the fleeting moment. He averts his gaze, not quite able to look you in the eye for too long, especially when you're looking so breathtaking.

You hum softly, your attention still lingering on his words, though a small part of your mind is distracted by the strange tension that's begun to build. It’s a new, unfamiliar feeling... this conversation with him, so unexpectedly civil, so effortlessly simple, without the usual sharp edges that have always defined your interactions. It feels almost too easy.

As you walk beside him, your knuckles brush against his ever so lightly, a momentary touch that sends a ripple of electricity up your arm. You pause, your thoughts suddenly a jumble. Should I pull my hand away? you wonder. Should I cross my arms, keep a distance?

But before you can decide, Jungkook's hand finds yours. His fingers slip between yours with an ease that catches you off guard, as though it’s something he’s done a hundred times before.

For a split second, everything around you blurs, your heart pounding loudly in your chest as you freeze. The warmth of his touch spreads through you like wildfire, an overwhelming wave of sensations that makes your pulse quicken.

Somehow, this is a million times more different compared to yesterday or the day before. You glance at him, your expression caught somewhere between confusion and something else you can't quite place.

But before you can even open your mouth to question him, Jungkook glances down at your joined hands, his voice a hushed murmur. "Mr. Park and Minhyuk are looking." he says, his words almost inaudible in the quiet evening, yet laden with a sudden urgency.

Your breath catches in your throat, the weight of the situation settling over you with sudden clarity. Of course, you think bitterly. It was all part of the act, a simple move to maintain the facade, to avoid suspicion. The thought feels like a cold rush, and you can’t quite understand why it makes your heart sink just a little.

As your mind swirls, Hoseok’s words from the day before yesterday echo in your head, the ones that made you question the dynamics of this entire charade.

Why is Jungkook even doing this? What is he even getting out of it? you wonder. His actions feel so carefully measured, so deliberate, but now, standing beside him, you can’t help but feel like there’s more to it than just playing along for appearances.

And then, as your thoughts tumble over each other, another question surfaces... one you can’t shake. Why is he worried about being caught? You glance at Jungkook, his face turned slightly away, eyes still focused on the path ahead, his hand still holding yours. He hasn’t loosened his grip, but there’s a tension in the way he holds on, as though it’s more than just a practical gesture.

The thought lingers, unanswered, hanging between you like a whispered secret. The more you try to push it away, the more the question claws at you, refusing to be ignored.

As much as you try to convince yourself that this is just a show, a performance, a simple arrangement between two people caught in an absurd situation, a part of you can’t help but wonder if there’s more at play here... something deeper, more complicated, something neither of you are ready to face.

The next day arrives quickly, the sun shining brightly and casting a warm, golden glow over the retreat grounds. You find yourself standing in the doorway of the large kitchen, anticipation bubbling in your chest.

As you wait for the day’s activity to begin, your thoughts drift to Jungkook, and a soft smile graces your lips. The past three days with him have been unexpectedly delightful and you feel like your heart has been beating differently… and the desire to see him, to be near him is gradually increasing minute by minute.

Today, the schedule has a bake-off on the list, a lighthearted yet competitive event. But this time, to your surprise, there's a slight twist... you don’t get to choose your partner.

Instead, Mr. Cho will be picking out the names from a hat, ensuring that everyone interacts with someone new instead of just sticking with familiar faces. Jungkook already gets paired up with Hoseok and a part of you falters, sad that he won’t be your partner for this activity.

The anticipation in the room builds as Mr. Cho starts calling out the names. Your heart skips a beat when you hear your name being paired with none other than Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi was a fellow coworker from another team and a part of you is thankful it’s him and not some random stranger. You’ve worked with him a few times before, and while you’ve always admired his quiet charm, today you’re both in for an unexpected challenge. Yoongi has always been sweet and approachable, his gummy smile and laid-back nature endearing to everyone around him.

As you walk over to your station, Yoongi stands beside you, looking a little uncertain. He glances at the array of ingredients and sighs. “I’ve never baked before.” he admits, his tone a mix of amusement and apprehension.

You can’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree. “Same here.” you say with a playful grin, turning to face him. “Guess we’re both in for an adventure today.” The words come easily, and something about the situation feels oddly comforting.

Meanwhile, a few counters away, Jungkook stands next to Hoseok. If he wasn’t already irritated by the fact that he was being paired with someone he absolutely cannot stand, considering how Hoseok being your close friend has always annoyed him, the sight of you working so easily with someone else... some other man... has his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

He clenches his jaw, his eyes narrowing as you and Yoongi chat easily, the two of you laughing and navigating your baking station with light-hearted banter. Every glance in your direction feels like a reminder that things are not as simple as they should be.

Yoongi’s soft laugh cuts through his thoughts, and Jungkook can’t help but feel a pang of something he refuses to acknowledge. It’s like the universe is conspiring against him today, forcing him to witness you grow closer to someone else, and it makes him feel something he can’t quite place.

The tension in his chest tightens, but he pushes it down, trying to focus on his own station. He can’t let himself get distracted by this, even though the thought of you mingling with another man gnaws at him, just under the surface.

Ignoring the crushing weight in his chest, Jungkook forces himself to focus on the task at hand, settling into a rhythm with Hoseok. Surprisingly, Hoseok proves to be a cooperative partner, and they manage to work efficiently, though their conversations are sparse and purely functional.

Around them, the kitchen hums with energy... clattering bowls, bursts of laughter, and the sound of Mr. Cho’s voice as he strolls by to observe everyone’s progress.

Jungkook tries to keep his head down, but his resolve falters as his gaze drifts, almost involuntarily, to your station. You’re with Yoongi, and the sight is just undeniably painful. The two of you are laughing, the kind of laughter that feels unrestrained and easy, and Jungkook feels something bitter rise in his chest.

His eyes narrow as Yoongi leans closer to you, smirking as he says something that makes you giggle. Then Yoongi suddenly blows a puff of flour in your direction, his grin widening when you squeal and lift your hands in a futile attempt to block it. “Yoongi!” you exclaim, laughing as you swipe the powder off your cheeks.

“You’re welcome.” Yoongi replies smoothly, dusting off his hands with a wink.

Jungkook glares, his grip on the mixing bowl tightening. Look at this grown-ass man making a mess, he thinks bitterly. But he knows it’s not about the flour or the mess, it’s about the easy camaraderie between the two of you, the playful way Yoongi leans into your space as you try to whisk the cream.

“You know...” Yoongi drawls, leaning casually on the counter as you measure the sugar. “You’re pretty good at this. Maybe we should open a bakery together. I’ll be the charming face of the business, and you can do all the work.”

You snort, nudging him with your elbow. Yoongi has always been like this, with all the occasional comments and jokes. “Oh, so I do the heavy lifting while you stand around and smile? Sounds like a solid partnership.” you playfully roll your eyes.

“Exactly.” he replies with a mock-serious nod. Then his tone shifts, dipping into something playfully flirtatious. “Or, better yet, we could skip the bakery and just bake together... at my place.”

Your eyes widen slightly before you burst into laughter, shaking your head. “You’re terrible.” you say. “I’m practical.” Yoongi retorts with a shrug. “Besides, if you ever get tired of Jungkook, you know where to find me.” he jokes and even you know that he doesn't really mean that because you're somewhat used to his harmless, meaningless flirting.

As far as you've observed, he's like this with everyone, but the man standing a few counters behind you doesn't know that and his jaw tightens as he overhears the conversation.

He glares at Yoongi, his eyes narrowing into slits as his chest tightens uncomfortably. If she ever gets tired of me? Please. The laughter at your station contrasts sharply with the strained silence at his own, and Jungkook struggles to quell the sour taste in his mouth. He stirs the batter with unnecessary vigor, trying to block out the image of you with someone else.

“Are you trying to murder the batter?” Hoseok’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts. Jungkook blinks and realizes he’s been whisking too hard, the mixture splattered slightly around the edges. “Just... making sure it’s mixed properly.” he mutters, brushing off Hoseok’s raised brow.

Hoseok shakes his head, muttering something about misplaced aggression, but Jungkook doesn’t hear it. His eyes are already back on you, unable to look away even as it irritates him to no end.

“Oh, please.” you reply, rolling your eyes but grinning. “As if I’d ever pick you. You’d probably just make me do all the work anyway.” you say, passing him the bowl so that he can make sure the batter's smoothly mixed.

“Not true.” Yoongi says, feigning offense. “I’d let you taste-test everything too. See? Equal partnership.” he smiles. Your laughter rings out again, light and carefree, and Jungkook feels like he’s losing his mind. It’s not just the banter, or the way Yoongi’s grin stretches wide... it’s the way you respond to him, the way you look genuinely happy.

Eventually, the bake-off wraps up, and to everyone’s surprise, Mr. Park and another coworker, Wonho, win the contest. Their cake is a masterpiece, elegantly designed with intricate icing patterns that scream perfection.

You figure it’s mostly Wonho’s expertise in the decorative details, given his reputation for being particular about aesthetics. The room erupts into cheers and applause as they pose proudly with their winning cake.

You smile to yourself, genuinely happy for them, but the mess on your hands and clothes pulls your focus. Flour is smeared across your arms and streaked on your dress, and you can feel the sticky remnants of batter clinging to your fingers. Without wasting another moment, you slip out of the bustling kitchen, eager to return to your cabin for a much-needed cleanup.

As you head down the hall, your eyes catch sight of Jungkook leaning casually against the wall. His head is tilted down, eyes glued to his phone, but the sharp furrow of his brows and the tight line of his jaw betray his mood. He looks annoyed, maybe even angry.

For a moment, you hesitate. Should you approach him? Was his frustration because of the bake-off? Maybe he’s upset about not winning. You take a deep breath, deciding there’s no harm in greeting him. “Hey.” you say softly as you come to a stop a few feet away from him.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker towards you for the briefest second before returning to his screen. He doesn’t say anything, his fingers continuing to scroll, his expression unreadable but cold. The blatant dismissal catches you off guard. You clear your throat, attempting to brush off the sting of his indifference. “Jungkook?” you say again, your voice firmer this time.

Still, nothing.

The silence stretches, and unease begins to creep in. These past three days of the retreat, you guys had been civil, even managing moments of genuine connection. It had felt like a breakthrough, a tentative truce that hinted at something lighter, something easier. And yet, here he was, shutting you out without reason.

You shift on your feet, your confidence faltering slightly as you wonder if you’ve done something to upset him. “What’s up with you?” you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral, though the undercurrent of irritation is hard to hide.

This time, Jungkook finally looks up. His dark eyes meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, there’s something softer in them... something almost vulnerable. But just as quickly, that familiar wall slams back into place. “Nothing.” he mutters, shoving his phone into his pocket.

“Nothing?” you echo, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve been standing here, with your face looking like you just lost a million dollars, but sure, ‘nothing.’”

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “Why don’t you just go back to Yoongi, Y/N? Stop bothering me.” he snaps. Your head tilts in surprise, amusement flickering briefly in your expression at the mention of Yoongi’s name. “Excuse me?” you ask, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah, go back to him. Looks like you were having quite the time back in there.” Jungkook scoffs, looking away as his jaw tightens. Your amusement quickly shifts to irritation as you process his words. “Why do you even care?” you challenge, your tone sharp now.

“I don’t care.” he fires back almost immediately, his voice a little too quick, a little too defensive. “Oh really?” you ask, stepping closer as you narrow your eyes at him. “I just think it’s funny." he continues, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. “How you’re flirting with some other guy when I’m right here.”

The moment the words leave his mouth, Jungkook freezes, his eyes widening slightly as if realizing what he’s just said. He quickly scrambles to cover it up, clearing his throat and speaking again, this time with forced nonchalance. “I mean, am I not your fake boyfriend? What are people going to think if they see you flirting with someone else?”

You blink at him, your irritation momentarily replaced by astonishment at the bizarre leap in logic. “Are you serious right now?” you ask, a dry laugh escaping you. “You’re worried about what people are going to think? Or are you just... I don't know?? Jealous, Jungkook?”

“I’m not jealous.” he snaps, his voice rising slightly, the defensiveness sharp in the air. “Why would I be jealous?”

“Good question.” you fire back, your tone heavy with sarcasm. “Why should you be jealous? Last time I checked, you’re not my real boyfriend.” Your words come out sharper than you intend, slicing through the tension between you.

Jungkook’s jaw tightens as he glares at you, his lips pressed into a thin, stubborn line. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you watch as something flickers in his eyes, something silent, something that feels like hurt.

Even though you know what you said is the truth, there’s a pang of guilt in your chest. His expression softens just enough to make you second-guess yourself, and for a second, you wonder if maybe you shouldn't have said what you said.

He exhales slowly, the sound heavy with frustration and something else you can’t quite place. “Right.” he finally says, his voice quieter now, more measured. His arms cross over his chest, but the posture doesn’t feel defensive, it feels like he’s holding himself together. “I’m not your real boyfriend.”

The way he echoes your words, so pointedly yet almost resigned, sends a ripple of unease through you. There’s something about the way he looks at you now, something that feels raw and unguarded, and it makes your stomach twist.

For a moment, the silence stretches between you, heavy with everything neither of you is saying. You want to say something... anything, to break the tension, to take back the sting of your words. But nothing comes.

Instead, Jungkook steps back, his gaze lingering on you for just a second longer before he turns away. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/n.” he says, his tone light but his words weighted with something deeper. And just like that, he’s gone, leaving you standing there with the echo of your own voice ringing in your ears and a sinking feeling in your chest.

"I just don’t get it.” you groan, throwing your head back against the pillow in Hoseok's cabin, the ceiling above blurring as your thoughts churn. “Why is this happening? Why is he like this?” you question, recalling the earlier interaction between you and Jungkook.

Hoseok, sitting cross-legged on the floor, is surrounded by the chaos of his half-packed suitcase as he tries to find a nice outfit for tomorrow. He folds a T-shirt with an exaggerated patience, glancing up at you with an amused smile. “Come on, Y/N. It’s obvious.” he breathes out.

“What’s obvious?” you ask, your tone laced with frustration. Hoseok sighs dramatically, as if your cluelessness is physically exhausting for him. “He’s jealous.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, staring at him with furrowed brows. Even you had thought of this particular scenario, but you still question, acting clueless. “Jealous? Of what?”

Hoseok leans back on his hands, a grin tugging at his lips. “Of Yoongi, obviously. You should’ve seen the way he was glaring at the two of you during the bake-off. He was gripping the mixing bowl like it was the only thing keeping him attached to reality. I was literally expecting him to snap it in half.” he jokes.

A disbelieving laugh escapes you, but the weight of Hoseok’s words lingers. “That’s actually ridiculous. Why would he be jealous? We’re not even… I mean…” You trail off, the words “fake dating” sitting heavy in your throat.

“You tell me.” Hoseok says, shrugging as he picks up another shirt. “But it’s pretty clear to anyone with eyes that he was seconds away from combusting every time Yoongi even smiled at you.” he says.

You flop back against the pillow, covering your face with your hands. “This is so infuriating.” you grumble, your voice muffled. “Why does it even matter? It’s not like this whole fake boyfriend thing is real. It’s all just some stupid charade. And now… this... this unnecessary drama. It’s just messing with my mind.” you complain.

Hoseok is quiet for a moment, letting your words hang in the air before he speaks again. His tone is softer now. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

You lower your hands slowly, turning your head to look at him. “What is it?” you question. He hesitates, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Do you... feel something for him?” he asks. The question hits you like a jolt, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him. Do you?

Your mind races, retracing the tangled threads of your feelings for Jungkook. The way your heart skips when he looks at you just a little too long, the way his rare moments of softness make your chest tighten.

The truth, you realize, is that these feelings aren’t entirely new. They’ve always been there, lurking beneath the surface. Even back at the office, behind all the snarky remarks and the constant bickering, you wanted his attention. You wanted to know him, to get closer to him.

But somehow, the easiest way to stay on his radar had been to antagonize him, to get under his skin. It was safer than admitting how you really felt.

Showing vulnerability to Jungkook felt like handing him a loaded weapon, giving him the upper hand, and that was something your pride wouldn’t allow. The realization settles over you, heavy and unavoidable. You’ve always felt something for him, haven’t you?

Finally, you take a deep breath, the words feeling heavy as they leave your lips. “I… I don’t know.” you mutter. Hoseok watches you closely, his expression softening. “Well...” he says, a small, knowing smile on his lips. “Maybe it’s time to figure it out. Because, Y/n, from where I’m standing, it’s pretty clear that he definitely feels something for you.”

His words settle over you like a weight you’re not ready to carry. You sit up abruptly, the tension in your chest too much to ignore. “I’m going for a walk.” you suddenly announce, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and heading towards the door of Hoseok’s cabin. “I need to clear my mind.”

Hoseok watches you with a soft smile, his hands pausing mid-fold. “Take your time.” he says gently, his tone laced with understanding.

You glance back at him briefly, catching the glimmer of amusement in his eyes, but you’re too preoccupied to comment on it. There’s too much swirling in your head... Jungkook’s piercing stare, his infuriating words, the way these past few days have been so... good with him, the knot of emotions you’ve been trying to untangle since this whole fake dating arrangement began.

Hoseok chuckles softly as you open the door, his voice light but warm. “Don’t think too hard, Y/N. Sometimes the answer is way simpler than you think.” you hear him say as you take a moment to let his words sink in before closing the door.

Jungkook paces across his cabin, each step mirroring the storm brewing in his chest. The memory of your heated exchange claws at him, replaying over and over like a broken record. He feels suffocated by his own frustration, a tightness in his chest that refuses to let go. Why had he let himself snap at you like that? Why couldn’t he control himself when it mattered the most?

Seeing you with Yoongi had been a punch to the gut. He hated the way it made him feel so small, so envious, so... desperate. He hated that it wasn’t him making you laugh, teasing you until you blushed, earning that bright, genuine smile that lit up your face. Instead, he was stuck in his own head, too consumed by his emotions to step up and be the person he wanted to be for you.

His jaw clenches as the questions pile up, each one heavier than the last. Why wasn’t he the one by your side, making you happy? Why was Yoongi so easily able to draw you in when Jungkook himself always seemed to stumble and just make you mad?

His stomach churns with the realization that his feelings for you are far more complicated than he’s willing to admit. The guilt gnaws at him, sharp and unrelenting. He knows he crossed a line.

You’d approached him, likely with the intention of being nice and talking to him since he looked annoyed, and instead of meeting you halfway, he’d lashed out, letting his jealousy dictate his words. Bringing up Yoongi had been petty and uncalled for, and he hates himself for it.

Jungkook exhales shakily, dragging a hand through his hair. He feels the weight of the unease coursing through his veins, and it’s unbearable. He can’t sit here and let things fester. Not when he’s spent the past few days realizing how much your dynamic is shifting... how much he’s shifting.

Without another thought, he grabs his jacket, slipping it on as he strides to the door. The crisp night air hits his face as he steps outside, but it does little to cool the turmoil within him. He doesn’t know what exactly he’ll say to you when he finds you, but he knows he has to try.

Because the idea of letting things revert back to what you guys once were feels unbearable. He doesn’t want to go back to being the guy who only got your attention through arguments and war of words. He doesn’t want to ruin whatever this fragile, tentative thing between you is turning into.

Jungkook shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, determination fueling his every step. He knows he owes you an apology and more than that, he owes you honesty. He just hopes he hasn’t already pushed you too far away.

As he crosses the quiet, dew-kissed lawn, his steps falter when he suddenly spots you. There you are, sitting alone on a weathered bench, your figure outlined against the soft glow of the lamplight. The cool night air wraps around you as you gaze out into the vast expanse of the dark sky, your eyes tracing the faint silhouettes of the mountains in the distance.

He stops in his tracks, his chest tightening at the sight of you. Even from a distance, he notices the way your teeth gently tug at your lower lip, a habit he’s come to recognize when you’re lost in thought. There’s a stillness about you, a kind of quiet vulnerability that makes something in him ache.

Jungkook exhales slowly, preparing himself. His feet carry him forward before his mind can overthink it. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, his nerves tangling tighter with each step. When he’s close enough to be heard but not startle you, he clears his throat softly. "Hey." he says, his voice gentler than he’d expected, almost unsure.

You glance up, your expression briefly startled before your features seem to soften. You don’t say anything immediately, and he hesitates, wondering if you’re going to ask him to leave. But you don’t... you just watch him, waiting for him to speak.

Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, his gaze dropping momentarily before he forces himself to look at you again. His expression is uncharacteristically soft, a vulnerability shining through. "I just... I just wanted to say I'm sorry." he begins, his voice low but steady. "For earlier. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was out of line."

You don’t respond immediately, your eyes studying his face as the weight of his apology lingers between you. For a moment, all you can hear is the faint hum of crickets and the soft rustle of leaves in the night breeze.

With a quiet sigh, you scoot over slightly on the bench, offering him a silent invitation. Jungkook hesitates for half a second before sitting down beside you, leaving just enough space to feel the tension in the air.

His eyes drift to the mountains, dark silhouettes against the star-speckled sky, mirroring the turmoil in his mind. "I don’t know why I said it." he admits after a pause, frustration evident in his tone. "I guess... I just couldn’t stand seeing you with Yoongi like that. It got to me."

You let his words settle, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. "But it shouldn’t get to you, Jungkook." you reply, your voice quieter than you intended. "We’re... we’re not together. I don’t want things to get complicated between us." You swallow hard, the lump in your throat making it harder to keep the tremor out of your voice.

Protecting yourself feels like the only option… you can’t risk letting him see how this fake relationship has started to feel real to you. It’s safer to pretend otherwise.

Jungkook doesn’t respond immediately, but you see his hands clench slightly, resting on his knees. Your words cut deeper than you realize. The phrase not together grates on him, leaving an ache in his chest he doesn’t know how to ease.

He wants to tell you how wrong you are, how much he wishes this whole thing was real, but something about the way you said it makes him falter. Maybe you don’t feel the same way, and he’s just fooling himself.

“I know I shouldn’t have pulled you into something like this.” he finally says, his voice softer now, almost resigned. You glance at him, noticing the conflicted expression on his face, but before you can reply, your gaze shifts past him to a figure lurking in the distance.

Mrs. Lee stands a few feet away, partially hidden by the shadows, her head tilted slightly, clearly trying to catch the tail end of your ongoing conversation. Her posture screams suspicion, and your stomach twists in panic. You don’t think, you just act.

“I know this whole fake relatio—” Jungkook starts, but you cut him off abruptly, leaning in and pressing your lips to his.

The kiss isn’t calculated or delicate, it’s instinctual, an impulsive move to shut him up before Mrs. Lee hears something she shouldn’t. Your lips are warm against his, though neither of you move.

Jungkook freezes, his eyes widening as his brain scrambles to catch up with what just happened. His heart hammers so loudly in his chest he’s certain you can hear it. For a second, the world tilts, his thoughts spinning in chaos.

But before he can even process it, you’re already pulling away. Your eyes dart past him, scanning the distance where Mrs. Lee once stood. You exhale softly when you realize she’s no longer there, most likely walking off with her suspicions unsatisfied.

“Fuck… that was... that was close.” you murmur, the words slipping out in a breathless whisper as your gaze finally locks with his. Your tone is almost too calm, too casual, as if the kiss hadn’t just turned his whole world upside down.

Jungkook just stares at you, his expression frozen in stunned disbelief, his lips still parted as if he’s trying to catch the remnants of something fleeting.

“What?” he mutters, the single word heavy with confusion and something raw. You exhale shakily, the weight of the moment crashing down on you as you realize the line you just crossed.

“I’m so sorry.” you begin, your voice faltering under his unwavering stare. “Mrs. Lee… she was eavesdropping. She was going to find out about us if you kept talking.” You explain.

His features shift instantly, the softness in his eyes hardening into something unreadable. It’s like watching a storm gather on the horizon, his emotions swirling, barely contained. You can almost see the exact moment realization hits him, the slight flinch in his jaw, the way his shoulders tense as the revelation bleeds into hurt.

“That’s… that’s why you kissed me?” His voice is low, trembling with disbelief and something sharper, something you can’t quite name. Your stomach twists with guilt, the weight of your actions clawing at you. “I mean… yeah.” you admit reluctantly. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

The darkness in his eyes deepens, his brows knitting together as a bitter laugh escapes him. It’s a sound so uncharacteristic, so hollow, it sends a pang through your chest. “So it wasn’t because you wanted to. It was just to keep the… act alive.”

The accusation in his tone slices through you, leaving a sting you can’t ignore. You reach for words, for anything to soften the blow, but he’s already moving, standing abruptly from the bench. His hand rakes through his hair, the motion restless and frustrated.

“Got it.” he mutters, his voice clipped, barely restrained as he starts striding away. “Jungkook, wait—” you call after him, scrambling to your feet, trying to grab his arm.

He whirls around so suddenly, the force of his movement makes you instinctively step back, the air thickening between you in an instant. His eyes are wild, blazing with frustration, but beneath it, there's a rawness, a vulnerability that cuts through everything else.

"No, Y/n !!" he snaps, his voice so sharp it feels like it could slice the air between you. "One minute you're telling me how you don't want things to get complicated, and the next, you're..." he gestures between you, his hand trembling slightly. "You're kissing me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

“I panicked!” you retort, your voice coming out ragged, barely holding onto control. You feel your heart pounding in your throat. “Mrs. Lee was about to find out, and I couldn’t let that happen. I didn’t have a choice!”

His steps are measured, each one bringing him closer, his presence overwhelming, his energy suffocating. “You always have a choice.” he spits, his voice low but carrying a venom that stings deeper than any physical wound. “Don’t act like you did this for me. You did it because you were too terrified to face the consequences. That’s the truth, isn’t it?”

The accusation hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of his words, and something in you snaps. You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady, but the anger bubbling inside threatens to break free. “What do you want me to say, Jungkook?” you bite out, each word coming harder than the last. “That I wanted to kiss you? That I enjoyed it? Would that make you feel better?”

He scoffs, the sound bitter and cold, and it hits deeper than anything he’s said so far. "Don’t twist this around on me." His gaze hardens, his eyes narrowing with intensity. “You can’t just cross a line like that and pretend it means nothing. You don’t get to do that. You can’t just—"

“And what about you?” you fire back, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt, a sharp edge to your words now. “You’re the one who pulled me into this whole fake relationship to begin with… and now you’re mad because I’m going along with it? I’m sorry but this is on you, Jungkook!”

“On me?” His voice rises again, incredulity dripping from every syllable. “You could’ve stopped it at any time. The first night, the first second I lied to everyone… you could’ve told the truth. But you didn’t. You stayed silent. Like I said, you always have a choice.”

His words crash into you like a tidal wave, leaving you momentarily stunned. The anger and guilt mix into a swirling, suffocating knot in your chest. You can’t breathe. You can’t think. All you can feel is the sting of his words, and suddenly, you're fighting back, voice louder than before.

“Oh, please, Jungkook! I would’ve denied it if you hadn’t been constantly talking over me, pushing me to the corner. It was like you didn’t want me to deny it. So what the hell was I supposed to do?” You’re breathing heavily now, every word like a battle, your body trembling with the energy of it.

He stares at you for a moment, his chest heaving with each breath, his face still etched with fury, but there’s something else there now… a flicker of realization in his eyes, a shift that you can’t quite understand.

You speak again, the words coming out in a rushed, frantic burst. “Why did you even say it? What was the poi—"

“I couldn’t fucking stand Minhyuk flirting with you !!” His voice is rough, desperate, like he's been holding this back for far too long. The intensity of his confession strikes you like a thunderclap, and for a moment, you're too stunned to react.

Before you can say anything, he continues, voice raw with frustration. “If that creep wasn’t enough already, Mrs. Lee was going to set you up on another one of her stupid blind dates, and I couldn’t just stand there and let it happen. I couldn’t..."

You can hear the crack in his voice, the raw emotion bubbling over like a dam about to break. It’s like all the months of built-up frustration and unspoken feelings are crashing down on you all at once, and you’re struggling to keep your footing. “It doesn’t make sense, Jungkook.” you start, your words trembling. “Why does it bother you so much—”

“BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, DAMN IT!!” He cuts you off again, but this time, his voice doesn’t crack with anger, it’s louder, firmer, like it’s the last thing he’ll say before everything changes. The words explode from his chest, raw and unguarded, and they hit you like a physical blow. They hang in the air, suspended in time, and the ringing silence that follows is deafening. The weight of what he’s just said presses down on you, suffocating, unrelenting.

Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you don’t know whether to speak, to run, to stay frozen in place, because the words he’s said are far heavier than anything you ever expected. He looks at you, his chest rising and falling, and after what feels like an eternity, he exhales a long, shuddering breath.

“There…” he murmurs, his voice softer now, but still edged with the intensity of what he’d just confessed. “There… you have it. I like you, Y/N. And just the thought of you with anyone else... it drives me crazy.”

The quietness that follows is unbearable, like everything around you has come to a grinding halt. All you can do is stand there, stunned, the truth of his words echoing in your mind, your heart pounding in your chest. He takes a step back, running a hand down his face as if trying to calm himself. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter.

“I came here to apologize to you tonight…” he begins, his voice trembling with a raw vulnerability that feels like a blade twisting inside your chest. “Because I thought… I thought we were finally moving past all those childish fights and pointless arguments. I thought…” His voice falters, a breath catching in his throat as he exhales shakily. “I thought I was developing something real with you.”

The weight of his words presses into you, splitting you open in ways you didn’t think were possible. You open your mouth to speak, but no sound comes. The guilt, the truth, the mess you’ve made… everything hangs between you like an immovable barrier.

“I thought that throughout this retreat, I got to see so many more sides of you…” he continues, his words punctuated by a bitter laugh. “I thought I was getting closer to you, but I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong… because this is all just… a stupid fucking act to you.” His hand runs through his hair, frustration radiating off him in waves.

There’s a long, agonizing silence, thick and heavy, before he speaks again. His words are quieter, but they slice through the stillness. “You know what…” He suddenly pauses, looking away as if he’s trying to find a shred of clarity in the chaos. “You’re right. Maybe… maybe it was my fault after all. Getting into this stupid arrangement… What the hell was I even thinking?”

A bitter laugh escapes him then, hollow and dry, as he presses his lips together in a thin line. His gaze drifts upward to the dark sky, his eyes glistening with unshed emotion, the weight of everything he’s holding back palpable in the air. “Let’s just... pretend this… never fucking happened.” His words pass through you, sharp and final, and for a moment, your breath catches in your throat.

You stand frozen, watching him turn away, each step he takes away from you feels like an echo in your chest. He walks farther and farther away, his figure slowly shrinking in the distance, and with each step, the world around you grows colder, more suffocating.

The next two days pass by in a blur, a haze of confusion and regret that clouds your every thought. Jungkook avoids you like the plague, and it's impossible not to notice the way he keeps his distance in group settings, his eyes carefully avoiding yours whenever they happen to meet.

You can feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as if everyone around you can sense something is off, but you're too wrapped up in your own head to care. Let them gossip. Let them wonder. It’s the least of your worries.

All you can think about is him. His words, his voice, the rawness in his confession. It replays over and over in your mind, and no matter how much you try to push it away, it lingers like a wound that won't heal. You're mad at yourself for letting things spiral this far, for letting it all get so out of hand. You should've said something, you tell yourself, but the truth is, you were terrified.

You still remember that night... the way your heart pounded in your chest when he confessed, how badly you wanted to tell him that you felt the same, that the shift hadn't been lost on you either. You wanted to tell him that this whole thing hadn't been a game for you, that your feelings had started to change, that you had started to care. But the look in his eyes, the vexation in his voice, it all stopped you from saying a single word.

In that moment, you froze. His frustration was palpable, and all you could do was stand there, staring at him, caught in the grip of everything he was throwing at you. His anger, his confusion, it filled the space between you like an impenetrable wall. You couldn't even find the courage to fight back, to tell him how much you had started to feel for him too. All you could do was listen to his words, to the weight of what he was saying, and let the silence stretch on longer than you ever intended.

And now here you are, stuck in this limbo, neither moving forward nor back, just existing in this awkward, painful space where every glance, every silence, feels like a reminder of what you couldn't say. You hate that he’s avoiding you, hate that you’re both walking around each other like ghosts in the same room, but you’re equally terrified of confronting it all head-on. What if he doesn't feel the same anymore? What if he regrets what he said?

You want to go to him, to break this silence, to tell him everything you should have said that night. But you're not sure if you can bear the weight of the possibility that he might not want to hear it. So instead, you keep your distance, the quiet ache of unspoken words building inside you, while everything around you continues to move in ways you no longer understand.

You remain in your cabin, the sound of laughter and chatter from outside barely registering in your mind as everyone else gets ready for the very last event of this retreat, the talent show.

The air around you feels thick, suffocating, as the buzz of excitement from your coworkers echoes through your cabin. But you don't care. You have no intention of participating, no desire to join in their festivities. The thought of putting on a smile, of pretending to be fine, feels exhausting. Instead, you pull the blanket tighter around yourself, cocooning yourself in the isolation you've come to crave.

You try to sleep, to let the darkness of the room envelop you and quiet the chaos inside your mind, but sleep feels elusive. Every time you close your eyes, your thoughts race back to him... his sharp words, the way he looked at you when he confessed, how he walked away as though nothing between you had ever mattered. The way he’s avoiding you now, as though you were a stranger he could never quite bring himself to face.

The thought of facing him again, of enduring another evening where he looks at you and then proceeds to ignore your very existence, is unbearable. You can’t take it. The coldness in his gaze, the way he acts like you’re nothing, like you’re invisible... it hurts in a way you hadn’t expected. You thought you could keep your feelings hidden, that you could keep pretending this was all just part of the act, but now, it’s all too real. It’s suffocating, and you’re left with nothing but the emptiness inside.

So you stay in your cabin, away from it all, away from him. All you want is for the world to quiet down, for the pain to stop, for the feeling of being ignored and invisible to disappear. But all you’re left with is the silence and the emptiness, a stark reminder that sometimes, it’s easier to hide than to face what’s right in front of you.

When you’re still trying hard to sleep, you hear a knock on the door. “Y/n, I’m coming in.” It’s Hoseok, but you don’t answer anything, remaining rooted to your position. He’s the only one who’s aware of your current situation, so he’s giving you all the space you need. “Hey…” he softly says as the door opens and his head peeks inside. “The talent show is starting in a bit. You sure you don’t want to watch?” he asks. You remain quiet, hoping your silence is able to convey your answer. Hoseok sighs softly. “Well if you change your mind, I’ll be outside okay?” And just like that you hear the door click close, leaving you and your thoughts alone all over again.

The clock’s ticking grows louder as the evening stretches on, the music and cheers from the arena outside only serving to remind you of your isolation. You sigh, the weight of your feelings pressing against you. Maybe staying in isn’t helping. Maybe stepping out will offer you the distraction you desperately need.

With a quiet resolution, you slip on your sweater over your dress, trying to smooth your hair into some semblance of order. Your face feels empty, but you don’t have the energy to care. You step out slowly, your eyes instinctively drawn to the bustling arena in front of you. The crowd, the music, the laughter... it’s all happening so effortlessly around you.

You make your way over, crossing your arms and leaning against a nearby pillar. Suho is performing a magic act on stage, his tricks capturing the crowd's attention and their gasps of wonder. You watch, a soft smile forming despite yourself, the momentary distraction soothing some of the tension in your chest. It’s nice, you think, to see others enjoying themselves, even if you feel a world away from it all.

As Suho finishes his act, you feel the lightness of the atmosphere begin to seep in, and for a moment, you start to forget about everything weighing on your mind. But then, Mr. Park’s voice rings out across the arena, breaking your moment of peace.

“And next... we have Jeon Jungkook, and he’s going to sing a song for us!!”

A wave of surprise floods through you, but you can’t tear your eyes away as Jungkook steps onto the stage and the crowd instantly cheers for him. He’s wearing an oversized sweater and jeans, looking effortlessly casual but somehow more captivating than ever. His smile is small but sincere as he faces the crowd, and the lights around the stage shift, casting a soft, dreamy glow on him.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him, your chest tightening with something you can’t quite place. You know you shouldn’t feel this way, but the pull of his presence is undeniable. He doesn’t seem to notice you, too focused on the audience, but then the background music begins to play.

And you instantly recognize the song.

Your heart stumbles in your chest as the words hit you, sharp and tender all at once. You’ve heard this song before, countless times, but now… now it’s different. Every note seems to pull at something inside you, something you were fighting to keep buried. His voice is smooth, soft like honey, but there’s a rawness in it now, an emotion that you can’t ignore.

He closes his eyes as he sings, lost in the music, and for a moment, it’s as though the world around you has melted away. All that remains is him, his voice, and the lyrics that seem to cut right through you.

I gave you everything, baby, everything I had to give Girl, why would you push me away? Yeah Lost in confusion, like an illusion You know I'm used to making your day

The familiar words feel like they’ve been written just for this moment, for you. His voice carries the weight of the past, the bitter present between you two. And somehow, as he sings, it feels like he’s telling a story… the story of you both, wrapped in the lines of this song.

But that is the past now, we didn't last now I guess that this is meant to be Tell me, was it worth it? We were so perfect But, baby, I just want you to see

The words linger in the air, heavy with emotion, and your heart cracks with every line. The memories flash in your mind… every moment you shared, every smile, every laugh. But there’s a bitter sweetness in it too, a reminder of what was lost.

There's nothing like us There's nothing like you and me Together through the storm

And then, as if the universe itself has shifted, you feel it. His gaze. It lands on you from across the stage, and for a split second, it feels like the world stops spinning. He doesn’t break his gaze, his eyes steady on yours, but there’s something different now. Something raw. He’s still singing, but now it feels like every word is meant for you.

His voice, still gentle but filled with so much emotion, seems to wrap around you, pulling you into a world where only the two of you exist. The crowd fades away, and all that matters is the connection between you two… his gaze, his voice, his presence. You try to breathe, but it feels like the air has thickened. The way he sings… There's nothing like us, echo in your chest, resonating with a truth that both stings and soothes at the same time.

The moment stretches, heavy and thick, until it feels almost unbearable. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t break eye contact. He just keeps singing, as though the song itself is a confession, a bridge between what you were and what you could have been.

Once Jungkook steps off the stage, you rush back to your cabin, slamming the door behind you. You lean against it, your breath shallow and uneven. Slowly, you sink to the floor, your head falling onto your knees as the floodgates open. The tears come in waves, as if everything you've been holding in is finally breaking free. The pain in your chest is so sharp, so intense, that it almost feels like you can't breathe.

How did it all come to this? Why does it hurt so much? The confusion, the longing, the heartbreak... they all seem to crash down on you at once, overwhelming and relentless. You don’t know how long you sit there, lost in the ache, but you sob until your throat burns and your body trembles. Each sob feels like it’s tearing you apart.

You sit there, motionless, your head still resting on your knees, hugging yourself as if trying to hold onto something, anything. But nothing feels like it makes sense. You feel lost, like you're stranded in the middle of nowhere with no idea how to escape this unbearable pain that seems to consume you.

And just when you think you might drown in the silence of your own grief, you hear a knock on the door. “Y/n? You asleep?” It’s Hoseok again. You sigh, your chest heavy, and rise to your feet. You wipe your face hastily, but it’s no use. The tears are still there, still fresh. You turn and open the door, bracing yourself for whatever he might say.

“Oh… hey.” Hoseok says, but his voice catches when he sees your tear-streaked face. His eyes widen with concern. “Oh my god, Y/n… are you okay?”

You sniffle, your gaze falling to the floor as you shake your head, unable to speak, the weight of everything too much. It’s all it takes for Hoseok to step inside and pull you into his arms. You don't resist. His embrace is warm, safe, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself sink into it, allowing the tears to fall once more. And this time, you don’t have to be alone in it.

Hoseok's voice is soft, but his words carry weight as he helps you to the edge of your bed, his arms steady and comforting around you as he sits down with you. He doesn't say anything at first, just holds you gently, allowing the silence to stretch between you two.

"I thought I’d check up on you since the talent show just got over." Hoseok finally speaks, his voice low and steady. He pauses for a moment, his hand gently stroking your hair. "I didn’t expect to find you in this state."

You don't say anything, still wrapped up in his embrace, unsure of how to answer. His words seem to echo in the quiet room, but you don’t know what to say. You feel like you're drowning, and yet all you can do is sit there, letting the tears subside, one breath at a time.

"Y/n…" Hoseok whispers your name, his voice filled with concern. He doesn’t push for an answer right away, giving you the space to simply exist in the comfort of his arms. But then, he continues, his voice carrying a soft but steady note of advice. "I know it hurts right now, but you can’t keep burying this inside. You’re only going to keep hurting yourself that way."

His words are gentle, but they cut deep. You remain still, not ready to face what he's saying, but somehow, you know he's right. You're just scared, scared of the vulnerability, the fear of rejection.

"You should try talking to Jungkook." Hoseok says softly. "Even if he’s not ready to listen, even if it feels like he won’t understand, it’s still worth a shot. You deserve to let him know how you feel."

You flinch at the mention of Jungkook’s name, the thought of approaching him so raw, so vulnerable, makes your chest tighten. But Hoseok isn’t done.

"Y/n, liking someone, falling in love... it’s never wrong. You can’t control how you feel, and you don’t have to hide it because it scares you. Love is messy, it’s imperfect, but it’s not something to be ashamed of. You deserve to be honest, even if it’s hard."

A quiet sob escapes your lips, and Hoseok tightens his hold on you, not in a way that suffocates you, but with the warmth of someone who truly cares. Hoseok’s words sink in, each one cutting through the fog in your mind. As he holds you, stroking your hair gently, something inside of you shifts. His gentle advice, though simple, sparks a fire you didn’t even know was there. You feel a stir deep within you, a sudden surge of clarity that pushes aside the fear and doubt.

You deserve to be honest, even if it’s hard. The words echo in your mind, over and over, like a mantra. And for the first time in what feels like forever, something inside of you stirs something powerful, something real.

You pull away from Hoseok slightly, your face still wet with tears but your heart feeling a little lighter. You take a deep breath, the weight in your chest now feeling more like anticipation than dread.

“I have to go.” you murmur to Hoseok, your voice shaking but determined. Hoseok looks at you, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. "Are… are you sure?"

You don’t answer at first, just look at him, eyes wide with sudden resolve. “I’m going to talk to him. I can’t keep running away from this.” Without another word, you stand up, the suddenness of it all making your head spin. Your feet move on their own accord, each step purposeful as you cross the room. Hoseok watches, his eyes full of silent support.

As you step out of your cabin, the empty arena and stage immediately catch your attention. Chairs are scattered about, and you scan the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jungkook. Your feet start moving almost instinctively, the desire to find him overwhelming. You make your way to his cabin, but there's no response. A small part of you wonders if he’s ignoring you, but you push the thought aside, continuing your search around the resort grounds.

You check the rope bridge, wander through the rose garden, even visit the familiar bench where you once sat together, but there’s no sign of him. Your chest tightens, your heart thumping painfully with each turn, each empty corner. Desperation settles in as you run your fingers through your hair, trying to steady yourself.

And then, finally, you see him.

There he is, sitting in the hot tub, his back turned to you. You freeze in place for a moment, your eyes tracing the outline of his broad shoulders. His elbows rest casually on the rim of the tub, the soft steam rising from the water around him. He doesn’t seem to notice you standing behind him, your presence unnoticed in the quiet night.

For a long while, you just watch him, the sound of the water bubbling softly filling the silence between you. You feel a strange sense of both relief and anxiety. You’ve found him, but the distance between you feels insurmountable. He doesn’t know you’re here, doesn’t know the storm brewing in your chest.

You take a deep breath, mustering every ounce of courage you can find. Without saying a word, you step forward, your heart hammering in your chest. Each step feels heavier than the last, and your hands grip the fabric of your dress, the tightness in your fists mirroring the anxiety bubbling inside you.

When you’re only a few feet away, you can’t hold back anymore. “Jungkook…” you call out, your voice trembling ever so slightly as it cuts through the soft sounds of the bubbling water.

His body stiffens instantly. The tense shift of his shoulders doesn’t go unnoticed, but he doesn’t turn to face you. You watch his back, his head slightly bowed, as if he’s trying to ignore your presence. The air between you thickens, the tension palpable as the sound of the water swirls around you, drowning out everything else.

You stand there, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on you. The silence stretches on, thick and uncomfortable, the sound of the bubbling water in the hot tub louder than your racing thoughts. Your hands tremble slightly, and your heart beats erratically as the words you're holding in fight to escape.

"Jungkook…" you call out again, your voice wavering, almost a desperate whisper. It feels like you’re trying to hold a thousand emotions together, but they’re spilling out of you, unstoppable. "I… I don’t even know where to begin, but I need you to hear me out... I really... really need you to just give me a chance... to explain myself."

The air around you feels thick, suffocating, as if your very breath is tangled with everything unsaid. You can see him still not turning to face you, his back a wall, his silence deafening.

A pang of frustration courses through you, but beneath it, there’s something even more powerful... a deep longing, a desperate yearning. You’ve never felt this exposed, yet this desperate to make him understand.

With hesitant steps, you move around the edge of the hot tub, reaching the other side where you can finally see his face, heart racing in your chest as you inch closer. The blue light from the tub spills over the rim, casting soft shadows on his face, making his features seem almost ethereal.

The water ripples, reflecting fragments of his skin, his chest rising and falling with every slow breath. He’s looking down, eyes shadowed, and his tongue absentmindedly tracing the piercings on his lip.

The sight of him, so close yet so distant, breaks something inside you. You swallow, fighting to keep the emotions in check, but it's no use. The tears that you’ve been holding back finally fall freely, slipping down your cheeks despite your best efforts to keep them in.

You take another shaky breath and walk a little closer, your heart pounding louder with every step, until you’re at the very edge of the hot tub. You hesitantly take a seat on the wet rim, opposite to where he's standing in the water. You can feel the warm steam of the boiling water near you, and a sigh escapes your lips as your gaze shifts to him again.

With trembling hands, you wipe away the fresh stream of tears, but they only seem to flow faster, as if your heart itself is breaking and you can no longer hold it together. You open your mouth to speak, but your voice falters, cracking with emotion.

"Are you… really going to ignore me?" you ask, the words feeling like cold metal against your tongue. The tremor in your voice betrays every ounce of control you’ve desperately tried to hold on to. It’s like the weight of your emotions spills out in that single sentence, and Jungkook, as if sensing the raw vulnerability in your tone, finally looks up. His eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, the world around you seems to stop.

The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken words. His gaze, deep and intense, softens, and you can see a flicker of something in his eyes... something like regret, guilt, perhaps even pain, as he takes in the sight of your tear-streaked face. His gaze flicks over the intricate trails of tears on your cheeks, each one a silent testament to the weight you’ve been carrying.

He doesn’t speak immediately, and for a second, you wonder if he’ll turn away again. But instead, he remains still, his expression unreadable yet so undeniably affected. Realizing this is your chance to finally speak, you begin.

"I… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything that happened. I never meant for it to turn out like this. I… I was so scared… scared of how things had suddenly changed between us. But, Jungkook, I—" Your voice falters, and a sob escapes before you can stop it. You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat, but the tears continue to fall, relentless.

Jungkook’s breath catches in his chest when he sees the tears streaming down your face. It’s like a punch to the gut, and he feels it deep within himself. At that moment, he realizes just how much he despises seeing you cry, how every tear you shed breaks him in ways he can’t even put into words. He doesn’t want to see you like this... not hurt, not broken.

He swallows hard, his throat tight as guilt floods through him. The past two days have been an absolute nightmare for him. After confessing his feelings in the most chaotic, confusing way possible, all he could do was push you away, though every part of him screamed to reach out. Ignoring you was the last thing he ever wanted to do, but in a twisted way, he convinced himself it was the only way to deal with everything that had changed between you two.

He thought it would make things easier, but instead, it only twisted the knife deeper, making him feel more lost than ever. You were the only person he wanted to talk to, the only person who could make him feel whole again and yet, ironically, you were also the one person he felt he couldn’t face.

His elbows shift off the rim of the hot tub, and with slow and steady steps inside the warm water, he makes his way towards the other end of the tub where you’re seated on the rim. "Hey..." he calls out softly, but you just can’t stop crying. The words he wants to say seem to get caught in his throat, as if he’s afraid to say the wrong thing, yet helpless to remain silent.

He rests his palms on the rim, right behind you, as you remain hunched, your face buried in your hands. You don’t acknowledge his presence immediately, still consumed by the storm of emotion inside you.

Before he can say another word, you're speaking again, your voice shaky and broken, each word heavy with the weight of everything you’ve been holding back. "You don’t know how much it hurts, seeing you like this, seeing you… push me away when all I want is... to talk to you... to... to be with you." Your voice cracks as you try to gather yourself, but the tears just won’t stop.

"I’ve been holding this in for so long, because I thought if I kept quiet, things would get better, but they haven’t. They never will, unless I say this…" The silence that follows is suffocating, the words hanging in the air between you, raw and unfiltered. Jungkook’s expression softens, his gaze flickering with something almost unreadable, but the guilt is clear.

He watches you carefully, unable to tear his eyes away as you continue to break open before him. He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t try to stop the flow of your confession. He knows, in this moment, that the only thing he can do is listen, because no matter how hard it is to hear, you need to speak your truth.

You take another shaky breath, finally moving your hands away from your face as you turn to look at him. He’s so much more closer now as he looks up at you from the hot tub.

"I care about you… I care about you so much, Jungkook. I think I’ve always cared, even when I didn’t know how to show it. And now, all I can do is watch you drift away, and I hate it. I hate how I made you think that I didn’t feel the same… that I didn’t want this. But I do. I want us.... and I so badly wanted our fake relationship to be… to be real.”

The sobs start coming again, stronger this time, making it harder to get the words out. "I like you. I like you so much. And it hurts to see you looking at me like I’m a stranger when all I’ve wanted was for you to understand that you mean so much more to me... you're not... not my rival.. not my enemy..."

You stop for a moment, trying to gather yourself. The weight of everything you’ve been holding in crashes over you like a wave, but you continue, your voice breaking as you speak. "I’m sorry if this is too much, if I’m saying all the wrong things, but I just… I can’t keep pretending anymore. I can’t stand this distance between us… especially knowing I’m the reason behind it. Please just… forgive me. It was never just an act to me… I swear."

You wipe your face with the back of your hand, your trembling fingers only making the tears blur more. Your stomach churns with the overwhelming weight of everything you’ve just poured out. The silence that follows feels like it stretches for miles, too heavy to bear, and you can't bring yourself to look at him.

Your eyes stay lowered, afraid to see the disappointment or confusion that you might find in his gaze. Afraid of the silence that might follow your confession.

But then, you feel a warmth against your back... his hand, gentle but firm, resting there. It startles you, but you don't move. He doesn't say anything, but you feel his presence growing stronger as he slowly guides your body to face him, carefully moving you on the rim of the hot tub.

Your legs dip into the water, the warmth of it momentarily soothing the aching in your chest, but the heat of the moment, the proximity between you and Jungkook, is all consuming.

You look down at him, still unsure of what’s happening, but then you feel him tug you forward, ever so gently, until your body slips off the rim and is immersed in the boiling water. The warmth of the water seems to fade in comparison to the heat that’s building between you both.

Your heart races, a thousand thoughts swirling in your head, but the moment you feel his hands settle around your waist, your breath catches. He’s holding you, steadying you, inching you closer until you’re completely within his space.

Your mind spins as you try to process what’s happening. You can’t decide if you should pull away or lean into him, but the way he holds you…so carefully, yet with a quiet urgency, makes you stay. The water bubbles around you both, but the world around you feels so distant. It’s just him and you in this moment. You try to steady your breathing, but the knot in your chest only tightens.

"Jungkook..." you whisper, finally lifting your eyes to meet his. His gaze softens, his small smile lingering as he listens, his gaze never leaving your face. His eyes twitch and his heart breaks as he notices the tears on your cheeks, but finally being in this moment has him feeling lighter.

He lets out a light laugh, his tone shifting to a teasing one, "Took you long enough." his smile widening a little more. But then, as if to lighten the mood, his tone changes, filled with playful curiosity, "Is someone watching us right now, or are you being for real?"

The shift in his tone, the way he jokes despite everything that’s been said, catches you off guard. But despite the overwhelming emotions bubbling inside you, a small giggle escapes your lips, the sound strange but freeing in the silence that had weighed so heavily before. You wipe your face again, but this time, it’s not just tears... there’s a small trace of relief, of hope.

"I don’t care if anyone's watching or not..." you whisper, the weight of your confession finally slipping off your shoulders. And then, as if you’re no longer holding anything back, you take a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly as you continue, "But Jungkook, I…" You falter for just a moment, unsure of how to let this truth unfold.

His hands tug you closer in the water, the intimacy of the gesture settling within you, making your heart beat faster.

You can feel his body so close to yours, your dress still clinging to your skin under the rippling surface of the warm water, but you shove the thought aside. None of it matters anymore... not the water, not the fact that you're in the hot tub with your clothes still on. All that matters is the words you’re finally ready to say.

"I like you." you whisper softly, each word feeling like it holds all the emotions you’ve kept hidden for so long. "I like you... so much. And truthfully, these feelings aren’t new. I think a part of me has always liked you this way."

The confession slips out so naturally, but it feels like a weight has been lifted. You’ve finally said what’s been buried deep inside you, what you've struggled with for so long, with so much resolve and confidence. And as Jungkook listens, the silence between you now feels different.... lighter, warmer, almost like a promise in itself.

Jungkook smiles, his heart leaping in his chest. “Do you mean that?” he asks quietly, his voice soft, like he needs you to say it all again. You nod frantically, inching closer in the water as you feel his form against yours. “I do. I mean every word. And if I’ve ruined everything between us, I’m so sorry. But I had to tell you, even if it changes nothing.”

For a moment, he just stares down at you, the reflection of the water reflecting in his dark eyes. “You haven’t ruined anything...” he murmurs, his grip tightening around your waist. “If anything, I’ve been the one ruining it by staying away when all I wanted was to be close to you.”

Your breath hitches as he leans closer, his forehead resting against yours. “You scared me too, you know....” he pauses, the bubbling sound of the water filling the air again. “I wasn’t sure if what I felt for you was too much, too soon. But now I know… it’s never too much.... You’re never too much.”

As his forehead rests against yours, your eyes remain closed as you intently listen to him as a small smile tugs your trembling lips. "So... what now?" you ask quietly.

You feel him pull away just a little and you notice how his lips curve into a small, tender smile. “Now, we stop running... we stop this fake relationship and we get our shits together.” His laugh escapes at the end, low and warm, and you can’t help but giggle through the tears still clinging to your lashes.

“So no more acts?” you tease gently as you rest your palms against his bare chest. “No more acts.” he promises, his eyes never leaving yours, filled with quiet determination and a depth of affection that leaves you breathless.

The moment stretches, heavy with an unspoken tension, until Jungkook leans in slightly, his gaze dropping to your lips. He hesitates, as if searching for permission, and you feel your breath catch. Slowly, you close the gap yourself, and the moment your lips meet, it's like you've wanted nothing more than this.

His kiss is soft at first, tentative, like a question he’s finally found the courage to ask. The warmth of it washes over you, melting every ounce of fear and hesitation. You lean into him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as he pulls you closer, his grip on your waist firm and steady.

When the kiss deepens, it’s unhurried and achingly tender, like he’s trying to pour every unsaid word and feeling into it. His wet hand moves to cradle the back of your head, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek as if to soothe the tears that still linger there.

When you finally pull apart, your foreheads rest together, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. His eyes flutter open, and there’s a flicker of vulnerability mixed with relief.

“I don’t even know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” he admits, his voice low and raspy, barely audible over the gentle bubbling of the water. His dark eyes, brimming with sincerity, search yours as if you hold the answer to every question he’s ever been afraid to ask. His lips curve into a soft, almost bashful smile. “Maybe forever.” he adds.

His words wash over you like the warm water surrounding you, leaving you breathless and weightless all at once. Your heart flips, and for the first time, it feels like all the pieces of the puzzle have fallen into place. A small, shy smile spreads across your face as your fingers trace the line of his jaw, the motion as delicate as the emotions coursing through you.

“You’re so cute.” you murmur, your palm now resting on his cheek. He lets out a soft laugh, the sound vibrating through the air and settling somewhere deep in your chest. “No, you’re the cute one.” he counters, his tone playful but tender.

Before you can reply, his hands shift, traveling from your waist to the back of your thighs. In one swift, fluid motion, he lifts you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The sudden movement steals your breath, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, you’re filled with a warmth that melts away any lingering hesitations.

A giggle escapes your lips, light and free, breaking through the tension like sunlight cutting through storm clouds. You're amused by his actions, but somehow, it all feels undeniably right. “There’s nothing like you, I swear.” you murmur, your laughter softening as your gaze locks onto his. Your eyes shine with an unspoken joy, the weight of your emotions finally finding their voice.

His hands tighten their grip, anchoring you to him as though letting go isn’t an option he’s willing to entertain. “Well...” he says, his gaze burning with a quiet intensity that leaves you breathless. “There’s nothing like us.”

And in that moment, you know he’s right. The journey to this point had been anything but easy... regular arguments, constant disagreements, misunderstandings that felt impossible to untangle and of course, a fake relationship. But somewhere in the chaos, you’d found something real. Something worth fighting for.

He tilts his head, his wet fingers brushing against your cheek with a reverence that makes your heart stutter. “I didn’t think I could let myself feel like this for someone.” he whispers. “But you... you’re everything I didn’t know I needed. You’re the person who makes everything make sense.” he smiles.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, not from pain or fear, but from the overwhelming joy of being seen, truly seen.

Somehow, his lips find yours again, slow and soft, the kiss carrying the weight of everything unspoken. It’s not rushed or desperate, it’s steady and sure, a promise of the future you’ll build together. Each moment feels endless, as if time itself has paused to honor the love blooming between you.

When you finally pull away, the world feels lighter, the air filled with possibility. “We’ve come a long way.” you say, wonder threading through your voice. His smile turns mischievous, his eyebrow quirking as his playful side reemerges. “From glaring at each other during meetings and passing snarky comments every 3 seconds... to this?” he teases, his laughter soft and contagious.

You roll your eyes, though the corners of your mouth lift in a smile. “I still think you’re insufferable sometimes.” you shrug.

“And I still think you’re stubborn.” he shoots back, his grin widening as he hugs your waist tighter. “But honestly, I think I can live with that.” you reply, your voice softening as your hand brushes against his nape, your touch tender.

“Good.” he whispers, pulling you into a warm embrace, the water rippling gently around you both. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

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mikrokosmosjk · 5 months ago

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still don’t know my name | jjk (m)

➥ banner by: @archivedkookie.

➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighbor—that you can’t stand—turns out to be the person behind the online account you’ve been sexting. You still don’t know his name.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ cybersex ⋆ enemies

➥ CATEGORY: mini three-shot

➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, lotssss of sexting, cybersex, degradation kink, mentions of pornography, exchanging nude photos, nsfw twitter, masturbation (m & f), jungkook is a fucking JERK, reader is an annoying brat, bickering, neighbor beef, no like jk is rlly meannnndjdjdjd, reader is kinda dumb but thats not a warning for any time soon, awkward tension, lots of tension, gamer!jk, freelancer!jk, bam cameo <3, name calling (brat, dumb, stupid, etc.), mentions of roughhh sex (enjoyed by both parties), minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 8.3k

a/n: so happy pt. 1 is out !! 🤭🤭🤭 just building up the tension for this one … hehe 😋 hope u like it <333 feedback n reblogs are appreciated!

btw: unedited .. not my best work but i rlly wanted to get this idea out + jungkook is basically unnamed but it’s definitely abt him guys like don’t confuse anything he’s definitely the annoying neighbor but as it’s from reader’s perspective, you don’t know his name so he’s pretty much nameless

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#1 — “nice panties”

@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:23PM

So what are you wearing lol

Ugh. You can’t roll your eyes hard enough at that. Do guys have no idea how to flirt with women anymore? What else would you be wearing than pajamas if you told him you’re already in bed?

You | 9:25PM

pajamas lol

@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:25PM

What kind

For fuck’s sake. Do men think women go to sleep in lingerie? Why did you even make that secret account if all men just bore you to death in your private messages?

You | 9:26PM

sweatpants and a tank top

@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:27PM

Isn’t it too hot for sweatpants? Haha

You | 9:30PM

i was kinda cold so i was hoping you’d get me hot and bothered but you’ve got me falling asleep tbh. goodnight aaron

@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:32PM

Damn lol. Harsh. This is why women don’t get asked out on dates anymore

Right… that’s the reason. Dumbass.

You waste no time blocking this goofball before turning over and closing your eyes, chasing the sleep you so desperately crave.

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“Dude, how the hell did you miss that?!”

The muffled voice coming from the wall to your right makes you want to scream into your pillow. With an annoyed grunt, you roll over and reach for your phone, squinting when your phone lights up and sting your eyes in the dark.

11:14PM.

A loud groan bubbles up the back of your throat as you slam your fist into the wall repeatedly, hoping your annoying neighbor gets the hint.

“I just saw you–” he pauses, “hold on a second.”

Not even 5 seconds pass before the banging is returned to your wall, as if you’re the one making all that damn noise.

He doesn’t just knock one or two times, he keeps banging like he’s got something to prove and he’s doing a great job at making your blood boil.

Then, he returns—to what you assume to be his computer—and continues talking at a volume that would allow the entire neighborhood to hear him play his stupid video games.

You angrily toss the sheets off your body when you’ve had enough. Swing your legs off the side of your bed. Shove your feet into your fuzzy slippers before stomping your way to his front door, a Hello Kitty tank top draped over your torso and velvet shorts—yes, you lied to that freak—with the bedazzled word ‘JUICY’ spelled across your perky asscheeks.

You raise your hand and aggressively slam your fist down on the door, repeatedly and annoyingly like he did to your bedroom wall just a few seconds ago. It’s almost like his golden apartment number—504B—is mockingly staring at you. The urge to peel it off his door and toss it into your toilet is growing with each passing millisecond.

A loud groan reaches your ears from behind the door before keys jingling together resounds throughout the corridor.

The door swings open and there he is. Headphones around his neck, a scowl on his face, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek in annoyance as he slowly—and very arrogantly—drags his gaze down your body before meeting your furious eyes again.

This happens every fucking week.

Your eyes drape over his figure, committing it all to memory. His wavy black locks are pulled back in a small bun, strands—that are too short to fit into the elastic—frame his face just right and his torso is clad in a black tank top, tattoo sleeve on full display for you.

His grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, a silver chain decorates his neck, silver rings in his lip that glimmer under the hallway light of your shared corridor.

You cross your arms over your chest in defiance, proving to him that you don’t care about his scowl and he can look pissed all he wants. “Some people are trying to fucking sleep,” you snark at him.

He exaggeratedly rolls his eyes and it makes the nerves in your hands tingle with the need to smack the shit out of him. In response, he barks, “Who goes to sleep at 11PM on a fucking Friday?”

What a fucking asshole. If you could have the chance to kill one person in your life, it’d be him.

“I do. Now, stop playing your stupid games so damn loud. You sound like a fucking freak,” you huff, not waiting for a response as you start heading back to your apartment, which is literally—and unfortunately—right next to his.

“Yeah, don’t fucking count on it,” he calls out after you before loudly slamming his door shut.

Ugh, what a fucking prick! Can’t he just be considerate? You live in the same building, that means everyone living here should be considerate of others.

You’re aware that you’re the only one that has noise complaints about him, but it’s not your fault that your room is right next to his gaming setup.

You quickly snatch the pillow off your bed after you stormed back to your room with a complimentary door slam, just as loud as your annoying neighbor’s. Quiet insults about him spill out of your mouth as you throw your pillow on your couch and plop down, trying to go back to sleep in this boiling heat.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to fall asleep.

Your chest dramatically inflates as you take a deep breath before taking your phone into your hands, deciding to scroll through your social media apps for a little while. Until they put you to sleep, at least.

You open the Twitter app and switch from your personal account to your secret account.

Which is basically just an account filled with pornography.

Not pornography of you, just home-made amateur porn videos by others that you retweet onto your profile—if you like them.

You’ve gained over 4.000 followers in the past few months—which also inevitably summons a few annoying men in your private and requested messages but nothing you can’t handle.

With a loud sigh, you scroll down your timeline and see your favorite NSFW account tweeted a few hours ago.

You click on his account and decide to scroll through it—it’s been quite a while since you last checked.

‘Me and who?’

‘Need a brat to do this to’

‘This video is hot as fuck’

Those are just the few captions you see, all followed by amateur porn videos and a couple thousand likes on each post.

The video plays silently and the soft moans from the woman in the video reaches your ears. She sounds angelic. Your teeth slowly sink into your bottom lip as you watch the man in the video press her further into the mattress, slamming his hips down into her ass.

The tingle in your core doesn’t let up and just like that, you’ve lost track of time. When you do glance up at the time, the realization that you’ve been scrolling through this account for the past 30 minutes dawns on you like a pile of bricks.

Your panties uncomfortably stick to your sex. A silent groan escapes your throat as you turn onto your back and scroll back up to the first video, captioned ‘Me and who?’. You watch it again, eyes glued to how this girl gets absolutely ruined. Her pretty legs are pushed back in mating press position. Moans and cries escape her.

If only you could be in her position right now.

Your fingers slowly inch towards the hem of your shorts and slip under the elastic before you sneak your fingers into your panties.

The slick that coats your fingers from barely grazing your slit is absurd; you’re disgustingly drenched. A soft sigh escapes you as you slowly begin to rub circles directly onto your clit, grunting and moaning softly to yourself as you continue to watch the video on your phone.

Fuck.

You can’t help but grind up into your own fingers, whining at the lack of friction you really crave. Being fucked exactly like in this video.

The speed in which you chase your orgasm picks up, rubbing faster and faster. It doesn’t take long after for you to cum all over your own fingers—you haven’t touched yourself in a while so the orgasm has you pathetically chasing your breath. You really need to start investing in some toys or something.

And no, not a partner. They’re nothing but disappointments waiting to happen.

A whine leaves your lips when you realize you have to get up and wash your hands, clean them of your slick. Your legs lazily swing off the side of the couch as you sit straight up.

You strut into the kitchen to wash your hands and by the time you get comfortable on your couch again, you reach for your phone. You reply to the ‘Me and who?’ tweet with;

‘me i hope lol. cause i just came so hard to this video’

Then, you like the original tweet and lock your phone for the night, turning over and immediately drifting off into a deep slumber.

You don’t hear your annoying neighbor for the rest of the night.

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The following morning, you stir and slurp up the drool that had trickled down your chin. You must’ve been exhausted. How embarrassing.

It’s all that loser’s fault.

Your hand reaches up and wipes your chin clean with the back of your hand. You sit straight up. Scratch the back of your head. Yawn obnoxiously. Try to wake up.

You glance at your phone. It says 10:03AM.

Fuck!

You shoot up from your couch at the speed of lighting. Quiet curse words leave your lips. You’re supposed to meet a friend today at 10:30AM.

After taking a quick shower, putting on your clothes for the day and doing your hair & makeup, you quickly exit your apartment and lock the doors behind you before heading to the elevator.

Your phone buzzes.

[10:44AM]

Jimin

Incoming call

Shit!

Your finger taps the green button to accept the call. “Jimin,” you say, apologetically.

“Hey,” he mumbles. “Where are you?”

You quickly slam your fingers onto the elevator button, foolishly hoping the more you tap on it, the quicker it’ll arrive.

“I’m so sorry, Jimin. I overslept. I’ll tell you the details when I get there.”

“Alright, no worries. I thought something bad happened, is all.”

Finally, the elevator arrives and opens up, making you hurry inside.

“Oh, no, nothing happened, I’m okay.”

Right as the elevator doors finally close, a hand slips right in between the gap before they fully close, forcing it open.

“Okay, good! I’ll save us a spot.”

You barely register Jimin’s words when the doors open and your eyes are met with none other than your annoying fucking neighbor.

You do your best not to groan at the sight in front of you and he doesn’t seem too happy about being in this small elevator with you for 30 seconds either, evident by the frown on his thick brows and the twitch in his lips.

“Y/N?”

Jimin’s voice drags you out of your trance, making you avert your gaze from the rude loser in front of you, watching as he walks into the elevator within your peripherals and settling right across from you.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” You don’t say much else as you hang up the phone, shoving it into your purse before intently staring at the floor like it’s got something important to tell you.

He does the same, though. He hasn’t even glanced your way, his chin is tilted up and you can only assume he’s glaring at the little screen above the button panel that indicates what floor you’re on.

The tension is so thick. Suffocating. Could snap with the single slice of a dull butterknife.

It seems to be the longest 30 seconds of your life, the occasional mechanical sounds as the elevator slides in between floors fill up your ears like it’s being blasted on a speaker at the highest volume right next to your head.

You allow your eyes to subtly travel to his hand, catching a glimpse of his tattooed knuckles and fingers that are clad in silver rings.

Fuck.

You avert your eyes before he catches you staring but you continue to just stare at the floor. Bring up your hand to scratch behind your ear in hopes you’d feel less awkward.

But it doesn’t help at all.

Fortunately, you safely make it to the ground floor and the elevator doors slowly open up. He doesn’t even have the decency to let you out first, just struts right out without another look at you and you watch as his figure disappears down the lobby.

You scoff to yourself but don’t let it get to you, ‘cause who cares? Walking out, you quickly exit the elevator too, heading out through a backdoor to get to your mother’s car—that you requested to buy groceries. She hasn’t asked for it back yet so might as well.

But you can’t stop thinking about him.

Hmph. Jerk.

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You finally arrive at your destination, immediately spotting Jimin in the back.

With a saunter, you approach him quickly and toss your purse into the booth across from him.

“Hey,” he chirps as he puts his iced coffee down, nodding towards another right next to his to indicate it’s yours.

“Hi,” you breathe out as you plop down on the seat across from him, stirring your iced coffee with the paper straw.

“You’ve been oversleeping a lot, haven’t you? Is something the matter?” he inquires, tilting his head to search for your eyes.

Your hand comes up to rub your hairline, a soft sigh pushing past your lips as you stare at the cup in front of you. “My damn neighbor is getting way more fucking annoying with each passing day, Jimin. I don’t know how to deal with him.”

He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs in solidarity to your frustration. “That same guy? You two have been bickering for more than half a year, give it a rest.”

“It’s not my damn fault!” you whine, taking a sip of your iced coffee, almost moaning as the sweet goodness hits your tongue.

He shrugs his shoulders. “Anyway,” he starts, “how have you been?”

You part your lips to reply to him but get caught off guard by your phone buzzing. You intend to ignore it but then your phone buzzes again, again, and again. You wince when you see Jimin’s expression, offering him an apologetic smile as you glance down at your phone, reading the notification.

[Twitter]

@archurback4me liked your reply!

[Twitter]

@archurback4me liked your tweet!

[Twitter]

@archurback4me retweeted your tweet!

[Twitter]

@archurback4me followed you back!

Holy shit. What the fuck?

You’ve been following this NSFW account since forever. You can’t believe they just followed you back. You never expected them to notice you, much less follow and retweet one of your tweets.

“Y/N?” Jimin taps the table with his fingers right next to your drink to get your attention and he finally does.

“Oh, sorry,” you mumble and lock your phone, forcing yourself to dive back into the conversation but your mind is still clouded with being followed back by your favorite account. “Sorry. What were we talking about?”

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As soon as you say goodbye to Jimin, you get in your car, reach for your phone in your pockets and quickly open Twitter. The order of notifications can only mean one thing; he liked your reply to their tweet, clicked on your account, scrolled through your account—because the tweet of yours he liked and retweeted is from a few days ago—and then followed you. You scroll through your notifications, noticing how the tweet he RTed has been blowing up.

The tweet of yours he retweeted is an amateur porn video of a guy fucking a girl in speed-bump-position, hips rocking into her ass as soft moans spill from her lips.

You captioned it ‘me and you’ and now there are hundreds of accounts under your tweet, saying stuff like ‘Fuck yeah’, tagging other accounts, asking for the source of the video and more.

You can’t believe your favorite account followed you back, how insane is that?

Your leg bounces up as you start scrolling through his account, your tweet being right at the top of their page.

Ah! This is so exciting.

You quickly ditch your phone, tossing it into the passenger seat before driving home.

Upon your arrival at your building’s parking lot, you quickly shimmy out of your car and jog towards the front door in excitement, barely able to contain yourself when you think about all the new accounts that have followed you and interacted with you because of that one interaction with @archurback4me.

You unlock the door to your building’s lobby and hurry inside but just as quickly, you bump into what seems to be a brick wall.

Except, it isn’t a brick wall—it’s your annoying neighbor’s chest.

(Who’s also really sexy.)

“Ow,” you mumble, reaching up to rub your nose like an automated response. Soothe the impact of colliding face first with his body.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” he grumbles but doesn’t seem to have any intention to rid himself of the proximity between you two.

You shoot him a glare and part your lips to shoot a comeback but you stop yourself when you hear sniffles coming from your shoes. Your head tilts down and your eyes are met by a brown Dobermann sniffing your feet and calves.

“Stop that, Bam,” he says as he gently tugs on the leash, putting an end to the dog’s greeting to you.

You’ve seen his dog before and—unlike him—the dog is pretty sweet.

“Oh, hi, you,” you coo, reaching your hand out to Bam’s snout to let him get a sniff of you and he does, tail wagging back and forth.

You glance up at your shitty neighbor, who is just staring at you with a soft scrunch between his thick brows. You hate how good he looks. Someone with a face that pretty shouldn’t have an attitude that foul. Makes them ugly.

Your brow quirks up, your way of asking for permission to pet his dog without giving him the satisfaction of asking him verbally.

His response is a simple shrug of his shoulders, which makes you instantly turn your attention back to Bam. Your hand starts stroking over his soft head, giving him chin and tummy scratches.

The dog leans into your touch, seemingly craving more and you intend to do that. You squat down but in the instance that you do, you regret it.

Bam instantly lunges at you and it makes you lose your balance, his strength is enough to knock you over and fall flat on your ass with a soft thud on the hard tiles. You don’t even get the chance to process what’s going on when Bam climbs onto your body and licks at your face, coating it in his slimy kisses.

“Bam!” his owner shouts, hands flying towards his dog’s harness immediately to get Bam off you and he finally does.

You wipe your wet cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt before rising to your feet again, dusting off your pants.

“Sorry about that, he can get pretty excited. Did you happen to eat any chicken today?” he asks you and you have to pretend to not be shocked with the way he’s interacting with you as if he views you as an equal and not an insect, like he usually does.

You soothe the sting in your elbows from the fall by rubbing it with your hands as you frown at him. “Yeah, I did.”

He slowly nods at your words and waves a warning finger at Bam, dark eyes silently lecturing him like a parent to their child in public.

Bam doesn’t care, though, simply continues to run in circles and chase his own tail.

“He lacks manners sometimes,” he mumbles to himself as he stares at his dog—that’s cutely running in circles like an idiot.

“Hm,” you pause, “like his owner?”

Smack cam.

His head snaps toward you, an agitated frown on his brows. He clearly does not like that.

With that, you turn on your heels and head to the elevator without looking back at him. In your peripherals, you notice that he’s still standing there. Glaring at you. Muscles tensing. Jaw clenched.

You click on the button to summon the elevator to avoid his intense gaze. He’d bore you into the ground if you were to look at him right this moment.

Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last long enough.

“You literally complain about every little thing like a fucking granny, give me a break.” His voice is raised with the intention that you can hear him loud and clear, after the distance you put in between you two—his tone full of venom and mockery.

“And you game loud as fuck every minute of the night like a fucking loser. How about you give me a break?” you retort, foot tapping against the tiles underneath your shoe in impatience as you wait for the elevator to arrive.

He replies, “It’s not my fault your bedroom is right next to my gaming setup.”

Right, you told him about that fact during one of your many nightly adventures that are located at his front door with balled fists and flared nostrils.

But it’s not your fault either.

The elevator dings and you can finally release that breath you were holding, chest slowly deflating. You place one foot inside before turning your head in his direction to glance at him, eyes meeting his angry gaze.

“It’s not my fault either. I guess you’re just gonna keep seeing me in front of your door every other week, asking you to be a decent fucking human and be considerate of others.” You take one step into the elevator in hopes the censors know you’re there and the doors don’t close on you after the words coated with poison leave your lips, almost stinging your own tongue. “And you have the audacity to blame that poor dog for his lack of manners? Seems like someone can’t take responsibility.”

You fully step into the elevator without another word but that’s not necessary when you see the surprised look on his face before hopping in.

That’s what he gets, you suppose.

Once you enter your apartment, you toss your keys onto the accent table by the door and kick off your shoes, leaving them unorganized by the door. You saunter into your bathroom and quickly strip, turning the water on in your shower to heat it up.

However, right as you’re about to step in, there’s angry banging on your front door.

Ah. Whoever could that be?

You wrap a big white towel around your naked body and approach your front door, creating a small gap as you open it whilst hiding your body behind it.

Why the fuck is he here?

“I’m moving my gaming setup to my room tonight. If I hear one more goddamn complaint from you, I’m making my dog shit all over your fucking doormat,” he pauses, big black eyes intensely staring you down like you’re nothing but a pesky insect. He leans in a bit closer and it seems like only then that you realize he’s been pushing your front door further open with his elbow. “Are we clear?”

His furious gaze almost stings you. Summoning daggers to shoot into your skin. Planting a thorned vine around your throat. Letting it sink its sharp teeth into your flesh until you bleed out. That’s the only way you can describe his suffocating glare.

His breath fans over your face, a subtle reminder that he’s standing close. Too close.

You swallow in an attempt to rid yourself of the drought in your throat he just created. “It doesn’t matter where you move it to. If I hear you, I’m going to complain. Whether that’s right next to my bedroom wall or at the end of your corridor, you fucking freak.”

And with that, you slam the door shut in his face before he can say anything else.

Who does he think he is?

Threatening you with his dog’s feces. What a freak!

You huff to yourself as you stare at the closed door for a moment longer before angrily stomping to the bathroom. You reach for your phone and notice some more notifications from Twitter, which instantly reminds you of what happened earlier today and makes you forget about the interaction with your neighbor just now.

Should you message the account? You totally want to. The owner of the account has posted occasional pictures of his body parts but never his face. No matter what he looks like physically, he’s so fucking attractive for his fantasies and the way he speaks.

You scroll a bit through the account until you see a picture of the account owner’s hand, captioned;

‘For the people who asked for a picture of my hand… Lol.’

With a picture of his veiny hand.

Wow.

Fuck.

Your eyes trail the outline of his fingers, nails, veins, wrist, knuckles. You’d love to have that pulling on your hair. Spanking your asscheek when you bounce back. Wrapped around your throat when you disobey. Slapping your mouth when you yap like you do so well.

Should you just…?

Message him?

Let’s list the outcomes.

1.) Worst case scenario—they brutally reject you.

2.) Average case scenario—they never reply.

3.) Best case scenario—they reply and reciprocate the flirtatious energy.

You could live with any scenario, even the worst one. It’s just a stranger on the internet anyway.

But his private messages must be blowing up. With over 80,000 followers and thousands of likes and comments, you doubt he’d ever even see your message.

Fuck it.

Shoot your shot.

You tap the share button and choose to send the post of his own hand to him in a private message and then you tap the text box to add a few words.

Mind racing with all the things you could say, your thumbs anxiously hover over the keyboard as you contemplate your options.

Then, you start typing before you can even think it through and you hit send without another thought.

Fuck!

You | 6:31PM

(You shared @archurback4me’s tweet with @archurback4me.)

hi could you maybe not share pictures of my new necklace? people might want to steal it

Fuck. You really just implied his hand is a necklace to you, wanting it wrapped around your throat at all times. You crazy bitch.

You stare at your phone a little while longer but nothing changes. You deeply inhale and breathe out a long sigh that carries a pinch of disappointment before ditching your towel and getting into the shower.

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As you get out of the shower, you can’t help but immediately lunge at your phone, the events from before your hour-long shower booming in your mind when you check your Twitter.

Holy shit.

No messages. What a surprise.

You have requested messages but it’s just bots claiming to be sugar daddies, roleplay accounts wanting to act out their fantasies or guys wanting you to rate their hideous penis.

You’re a lost cause.

You groan immaturely as you toss your phone aside, drying your body with a pout on your lips and a slight frown decorating your brows.

Your phone keeps buzzing and your heart threatens to implode within your ribcage, yet every time you check it’s just a notification about your tweet being liked again or some loser in your private messages talking to themselves.

Stop it. You’re like a teenager waiting for a response back from the popular guy at school. Grow up.

You perform your usual routine before getting dressed in a new pyjama set, loving the way the fabric feels against your freshly shaven legs.

You make yourself a late night dinner, eating it by yourself—like a loser—before heading into your room and dropping onto your mattress, plugging your phone into the charger and turning over.

A gentle sigh pushes past your lips as you shut your eyes tightly, enough to make stars appear on the back of your eyelids.

Your phone buzzes again but you decide to ignore it. Sleeping time is precious.

You suppose you’ll check it out in the morning.

Wait.

What if it’s @archurback4me?

You try to ignore your thoughts. You need to sleep.

But you can’t ignore it.

You turn over and immediately reach for your phone, watching as it lights up and your heartbeat stutters in its rhythm when you see it’s a Twitter notification.

You open it up, anxiously biting down on your lip. Fuck, you need to calm down.

It’s a message. Holy shit.

Your thumb hesitates but eventually opens your private messages tab.

@ilikebigbootybitches2 | 12:09AM

Why did you block me lol

For FUCK’s sake. Did that Aaron guy really create a new account to send you another message?

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from screaming your head off before locking your phone and turning over again, trying to sleep for real this time.

You should just forget about it at this point.

And you finally, slowly, drift off into a deep slumber, without a single sound coming from your neighbor’s apartment.

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The sunlight peeks through your curtains, causing you to swallow down the curse that’s sitting on the tip of your tongue. You really need to get darker curtains.

You crack your eyelids open and glare at the ceiling, softly sighing as you bring your hands up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. You reach for your phone. Notice a few more notifications from your messages, Instagram and Twitter. You check your messages first. Reply to Jimin’s question about whether he should cut his hair or not. Tell him he looks good either way.

Then you open Instagram, noticing the likes people have left on your story—a picture of you hanging out with Jimin.

And then, with a deep sigh, you open Twitter, scrolling through the hundreds of notifications about your tweet being liked and retweeted. You should’ve muted that damn tweet before going to sleep.

You notice you’ve gotten new private messages and you already hold your heart to not be disappointed.

@cockandballt0rture

1 message

You sigh in annoyance and open to read it.

@cockandballt0rture | 8:43AM

hey cutie

You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

@ilikebigbootybitches2

4 messages

For fuck’s sake. Doesn’t this guy know when to give up? You open the conversation nonetheless.

@ilikebigbootybitches2 | 6:01AM

I didn’t even do anything

I’m sorry if I said something wrong

Yo unblock me bitch

Goodmorning beautiful

What a fucking freak. These were all sent in the span of 2 hours. What a red flag.

Your mood is worsening the more time you spend in your private messages tab.

@archurback4me

2 messages

You’re not even in the mood to keep checking, you just…

Wait.

Holy fucking shit.

Is that…?

It is.

It’s him.

He replied.

A lump forms in your throat and it unleashes a bag of sand all over your tongue, drying out your mouth in the process. Why the hell are you so nervous? Just check the messages!

Average case scenario has been thrown out the window. It’s either brutal rejection or reciprecation.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

Your thumb taps the unread messages and your eyes intently watch as his response is revealed to you.

@archurback4me | 2:12AM

Necklace, huh? Lol. Can’t lie, I like that a lot. That’s a good one.

First time talking to me and you’re already demanding and claiming me? ‘Brat galore’ for sure. Someone needs to teach you some manners, Angel.

Holy shit.

Oh, shit. What the hell?

Why is your heart pounding in your throat? You wanted this.

It’s excitement. With a mixture of anxiety, maybe. Just breathe. You’ve always got good comebacks, make use of them!

Okay, you will. You wanted him to reply and he did. Now, think about what you want to say to make sure this conversation keeps going.

You decide not to answer just yet, it’s barely 10AM. Go wash your face and brush your teeth before you even begin to think about being horny.

You rub your eyes once more and swing your legs off the bed. Damn, you slept well tonight. You actually didn’t hear a thing from next door. You won’t applaud him for it but you’re glad you’ve finally slept undisturbed a whole night.

You freshen up. Make yourself breakfast. Lazily watch TV. You do every and anything to get your mind off of that message. Unfortunately, you're an impatient bitch.

You | 11:16AM

someone needs to teach me manners? i don’t think anyone has the capability to put up with me like that lol. being annoying is like my second nature

You almost want to scream at the amount of strength you use to not cringe at yourself. It’s been too fucking long since you’ve gotten laid. Damn.

You continue to watch TV, satisfied with just having a lazy Sunday.

2 hours in, you’re chewing obnoxiously loud on some Cheetos, chugging back a can of soda as you’re deep into this murder-mystery show, pausing several times to explain your theories verbally at the wall like a fucking loser.

Damn, you need friends.

Your phone buzzes.

You absentmindedly glance at your phone before back at the TV, shoving some more cheese balls into your mouth.

Until the notification registers in your brain.

You almost choke when you lunge at your phone and unlock it.

Twitter notification.

Fuck.

@archurback4me | 1:23PM

Are you challenging me? Lol

Oh.

Yes. Yes, you are.

Would you look desperate if you replied right away?

Man, fuck it! You’re not a high schooler. It’s a Sunday and you have nothing better to do.

Your thumbs dance across your keyboard as you type in your message and send it.

You | 1:24PM

that depends. do you like to be challenged?

You return your attention to your TV, fighting so hard not to glance at your phone.

It’s easier when you remember it takes him a while to respond anyway, so no need to—

Your phone buzzes.

You immediately lunge at your phone as if his message contains an acceptance letter from Harvard Law.

@archurback4me | 1:27PM

Who doesn’t like to prove others wrong? Especially when the others in question are brats that love to run their mouth lol

Why are you getting horny over some random text? Get yourself together.

You | 1:28PM

and how would mr. smartass know i’m a brat that loves to run her mouth?

@archurback4me | 1:28PM

Aside from you literally just proving my point by talking to me like this and your username being @bratgaIore?

Scrolled through your account a bit. Your captions tell me everything I need to know lol

Nice panties btw

Nice panties?

But you didn’t send him any photos of your…

Holy shit.

He scrolled far enough on your account to find the one indecent picture you posted months ago, a photo of you bent over in the mirror with your perky ass in the air, showcasing the small patch of slick that had leaked from your pussy, through the baby blue colored fabric.

Your face isn’t even in the picture nor are there any recognizable features but publishing photos of yourself on your porn account makes you nervous so you try to avoid it at all costs.

So, why the hell do you find yourself digging up the blue panties from the picture in your drawers right now? Stop!

What are you even doing?

You | 1:35PM

panties?

oh you mean these?

(You sent a photo.)

You can’t believe you just sent him a photo of you on your knees, camera placed behind you, angled at your ass with only the panties covering your buttcheeks and a slightly arched back. What the hell is wrong with you?

He didn’t even have to say or ask anything, you really just did that on your own accord. Are you insane? Since when do you do stuff like this?

@archurback4me | 1:37PM

Lmfao

Fuck lol yeah those

You’re fine as fuck lol

Did you take that just now? For me?

Fuck. Is it that obvious? Now you seem desperate.

You | 1:38PM

you wish

@archurback4me | 1:40PM

Lol. Barely exchanged 5 messages and you’re already driving me up the fucking wall

You | 1:41PM

i already told you no one can put up w me and i take pride in that 🫶

@archurback4me | 1:44PM

Oh, I’m not saying I can’t handle that smart mouth of yours

I’m saying I wanna fuck the shit out you lmao

Oh.

Okay.

Why are your thighs clenching and why is your pussy tingling?

You | 1:45PM

you think i’d let you?

@archurback4me | 1:47PM

You’d beg me babe

Fuck. He’s so fucking cocky. You can’t help but love everything he’s saying.

You | 1:48PM

you sound confident

@archurback4me | 1:48PM

I am. Are you chickening out after all that spewing?

You | 1:49PM

as if

He doesn’t respond for another while so you check his account. He has a new tweet.

‘I’m so fucking hard. Lol’

11 RTs. 54 likes.

Oh. Okay. That’s cool.

@archurback4me | 1:51PM

So, you agree that you’d let me?

You | 1:51PM

aren’t you being a little too cocky?

@archurback4me | 1:53PM

Lmfao

Don’t you like it?

Fuck. You do. You really do.

You | 1:54PM

maybe

but only because i’m cocky too

@archurback4me | 1:55PM

Yeah lol I can tell

And I’ll fuck it right out of you. Dumb girl

Ah, shit. He’s really getting to you.

You | 1:55PM

ur the dumb one 😒

@archurback4me | 1:57PM

Sure I am

For letting you run your mouth like this and not being able to show you the consequences

Already starting to piss me off

You | 1:58PM

good. i enjoy pissing men off. y’all don’t deserve to smile

@archurback4me | 2:00PM

LMAO

Ok you made me laugh

Only makes me wanna fuck your face more though

You | 2:02PM

but you won’t so there’s really no need to talk big game

@archurback4me | 2:03PM

Lmao

You | 2:03PM

what’s so funny i wanna laugh too

@archurback4me | 2:04PM

Nothing

I’m laughing ‘cause I don’t think anyone’s ever been able to piss me off solely through DMs before

You | 2:05PM

yeah well i’m not gonna keep repeating myself

@archurback4me | 2:07PM

Trust I’ll fuck the shit out of you one day. Dumb brat. Make you drool all over my dick like you’re fucking stupid

Damn. Damn. DAMN. You’ve never folded this easily over some sexts, what is he doing to you?

You | 2:09PM

and that day won’t be anytime soon so i’ll say whatever the hell i want in the meantime 😝

@archurback4me | 2:10PM

Lmao

Right

Are you alone right now?

You | 2:12PM

yep

why

@archurback4me | 2:12PM

No reason

Just been thinking about those panties since you showed them

You | 2:13PM

oh these?

(You sent a photo.)

You know you’re petty for sending him a picture of your middle finger but you couldn’t help it. Chipped nail polish that you intend to rid yourself of today. Golden bracelet decorating your wrist. A corner of your TV in the background.

@archurback4me | 2:14PM

LMAOOOOO

Mannnn

I was excited too

You | 2:16PM

tell you what

i’ll give you another glimpse if you can prove your latest tweet to me

@archurback4me | 2:17PM

My latest tweet?

You | 2:17PM

yep

@archurback4me | 2:18PM

Ah. I see. Lol.

You don’t reply just yet, waiting to see if he takes you up on your offer. Or compromise, whatever you want to call it.

A few minutes of no interaction go by and you can only assume he might actually be doing it.

Then, your phone buzzes.

@archurback4me | 2:22PM

(🕷️🥀 sent a photo.)

Another lump forms in your throat as you tap the message, allowing it to show you the photo he sent you.

And holy fucking shit.

Low angle. Veiny hand gripping his massive boner through his grey sweatpants. Tank top lifted to his belly button. Happy trail leading down his toned abs and disappearing under the hem of his sweats.

@archurback4me | 2:22PM

Satisfied?

Fuck, you can’t even put into words how hot this is right now. You stare at the photo for a few minutes, your poor bottom lip swollen from how hard you’ve been chewing and sucking on it.

You immediately spread your legs, aiming your front camera right at your sex from a low angle—whilst making sure to keep your face out of it—and capturing the big wet patch on your pussy that proves your arousal at this moment.

You | 2:25PM

(You sent a photo.)

does this answer your question?

@archurback4me | 2:27PM

Damn you’re so

Lmao.

Lmfaooooiwannafuckyousobadooooo

You that wet from being called a dumb girl?

You | 2:27PM

LMAOOOO

but no. i’m that wet from pissing you off. dumbass

@archurback4me | 2:28PM

Yeah, you’re doing a great job at it.

But that’s okay

It’s great even. Keep running your mouth

You | 2:28PM

yeah?

@archurback4me | 2:28PM

Absolutely

Gonna be that much sweeter when I fuck you silly and you’re just gonna be a dumb cock hungry whore swearing you didn’t mean to say all that

You | 2:29PM

then you clearly don’t know me that well

@archurback4me | 2:30PM

You’re right I don’t

Tell me a bit about yourself, angel

Oh, shit. What do you tell him? How much do you say? How much do you keep private? You’ve never gotten to this stage in sexting, it’s usually just horrible questions about what you’re wearing and whether you’re wet. It’s never gotten to a personal stage before.

You | 2:32PM

hmm what do you wanna know?

@archurback4me | 2:33PM

Everything, princess. I’m a bit intrigued

I’d like to know all about you

Do you work? Study? What brings you to this side of Twitter?

Oh, that’s… surprising. You’d think he rarely gives the people in his DMs the time of day, you wonder what he finds intriguing about you. Is it really just the fact that you can get him so worked up without having to do much more than put your annoying mouth to use?

Maybe he has the same problems as you, boring fucking people in your DMs and now someone has come along that piques your interest. You’re relieved you piqued his interest as much as he did yours. Well, maybe not as much but enough to ask you about your personal life.

You | 2:35PM

i don’t really work or study. i have a degree in social work and my parents are currently in the process of building a school so i’ll be working there once it’s finished

and i came to this side of twitter because i’m horny as fuck lol

@archurback4me | 2:37PM

Ah, interesting

And yeah… I suppose that was a dumb question lol

You | 2:39PM

just now realizing that ur dumb? lol

@archurback4me | 2:39PM

Lol

Don’t piss me off

You ok w being called a slut and stuff right? I’ve seen you tweet about it before but still wanna make sure

You | 2:39PM

yeah i like it a lot when done right. thanks for making sure

@archurback4me | 2:40PM

No need to thank me for that

Is Angel your name?

You | 2:40PM

you can call me angel

@archurback4me | 2:40PM

I can but it doesn’t make sense to me

You | 2:40PM

wdym?

@archurback4me | 2:41PM

I mean that you’re a fucking brat and nowhere near angelic

You | 2:42PM

lol

well now i hope it stings you every time you call me angel

@archurback4me | 2:43PM

Lol

You’ve made me so fucking hard

I can’t stand you

You | 2:43PM

lol

ur a bit easy

@archurback4me | 2:43PM

Coming from miss idk-you-but-don’t-spread-pics-of-my-necklace-aka-your-hand

You roll your eyes and chuckle, moving your camera downwards and recording as you push your panties to the side. You drag your finger up your wet slit and slowly pull it away, showing the camera just how wet you are when the string of slick stays connected to your fingers as you pull them away from your sex.

You rewatch the video a few times, eyes glued to the way your fingers slide your panties to the side to reveal your bare pussy to the camera. With your pussy glistening under the sunlight, it looks quite mesmerizing. Your teeth pick at the inside of your cheek as you add it to your message.

You | 2:48PM

lol touché

but i never said i wasn’t easy

look where it’s got me

(You sent a video.)

The jolt of electricity traveling up your spine can only be described as your heart skipping a beat. You can’t believe you just did that. Sure, you’ve sent inappropriate photos before, but you’ve never actually sent anyone nudes. Not anyone that wasn’t your romantic partner, at least.

You watch in silence as the typing bubble pops up and then disappears. Fuck. You wonder what he wants to say.

Several minutes pass. Shit, did you overstep?

You get up from your couch to get yourself a cold drink in hopes it’ll cool you down but after chugging the entire can of soda, you realize nothing is going to help you right now.

Fuck. Why are you panicking? Calm down. He’s just–

Your phone buzzes.

@archurback4me | 2:58PM

(🕷️🥀 sent a video.)

@archurback4me reacted to your video with ‘❤️’!

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

He’s full on stroking his rock hard dick, precum oozing from the tip, shaft wet and lubed up. Fuck. It’s so fucking hot.

You can’t help yourself as you jog to your room, jumping onto your bed and ditching your panties as you do.

You start pumping your fingers into your drenched pussy while watching the video, your own touch not doing enough for you. You wish he was here, ready to pound you for hours on end.

You click the voice memo option and hit record, holding your phone near your pussy as you start deliberately fucking your fingers into your sex faster to create the loud squelching sound as you try to keep yourself from moaning in the background but to no avail, you’re pretty sure a few faint moans can be heard in the voice memo but you don’t care. You’re so fucking turned on and it’s his fault.

Your thumb trembles as it hovers over your keyboard but just as quickly, your thumb slams down on the send button and you toss your phone to the side.

Ugh, what an odd feeling. This is weird.

Your teeth anxiously go on a rampage by tearing the loose flesh around your nails clean off your fingers as you await his response. He probably has multiple people in his DMs sending him these types of things, why would yours stand out?

But just like clockwork, your phone buzzes.

@archurback4me | 3:09PM

Are you trying to fucking kill me

What the fuck

You | 3:10PM

just now realizing that?

ur not very bright are you

@archurback4me | 3:10PM

Lmao

You’re gonna regret talking this much shit

You | 3:11PM

threatening me with a good time?

surely you can do better than that

@archurback4me | 3:11PM

Lmfaoooo

I’m looking forward to fucking all that brattiness out of you

Corrupt you and use you as I please

Dumb fucking girl

You | 3:11PM

me too

but unfortunately ur all talk no action

@archurback4me | 3:12PM

LMAOOO you’re actually pissing me off

Gonna be thinking about you whenever I’m fucking someone now

And it’s all your fault

You | 3:12PM

LOLLLL

good

you should be thinking about me

@archurback4me | 3:12PM

Lol

Of course you would say that

Brat

You | 3:12PM

sorry

can’t help it if you make me feel special

@archurback4me | 3:13PM

How am I making you feel special

You | 3:13PM

telling me no one has ever pissed you off like this and we’ve just started talking

i told you i take pride in that

@archurback4me | 3:14PM

For fucks sake

You’re so annoying

Kinda reminds me of someone I know

You | 3:15PM

lol hope they’re sexy like me

yes i quite literally told you that all the way at the start

@archurback4me | 3:15PM

Lol

But people say it often

But they don’t turn out to be annoying like they claim

Just loud and boring

You actually being annoying makes me wanna literally fuck it out of you lol

You | 3:15PM

now you’ve got me giggling

@archurback4me | 3:15PM

You like the idea of being fucked to the point of breaking, right?

Apologizing for running your mouth while you’re sobbing and drooling all over me and your pillows

Like a proper stupid girl

You | 3:16PM

sounds like a dream come true

but it won’t happen so

@archurback4me | 3:17PM

I’m a freelancer so I’m usually free but my schedule is always full around this time of year

We can meet in a few weeks if you’re up for it. I’ll fly out to wherever you want me to

You | 3:16PM

interesting

what do you do for work?

if ur ok w sharing

@archurback4me | 3:16PM

Photographer

You | 3:16PM

ouuuu

gonna take pics of me when you’ve ruined me properly?

@archurback4me | 3:17PM

If you allow me

You | 3:17PM

hmm

okay

deal

@archurback4me | 3:18PM

Finally not a smartass answer

You | 3:18PM

ur right 🤔

lemme change that real quick

shut up freak

Suddenly, he types and then stops. It makes you wonder whether you said something wrong. You keep rereading your last few messages. Did you?

@archurback4me | 3:22PM

Infuriating little brat

Pissing me off

Anyway

I’m gonna go walk my dog but thanks to you I have to go fuck my hand first

Don’t miss me too much

I’ll talk to you later. x

You | 3:22PM

okay

send me a vid of you fucking my necklace

aka a vid of you masturbating

lol jkjk

i’ll try not to miss you

@archurback4me | 3:23PM

Lmaooo

Oh? 2 non-smartass answers back to back

You’re already breaking for me and I haven’t done anything

You | 3:24PM

piss off loser

go walk your dog

@archurback4me | 3:25PM

Watch your mouth Angel

I will

Talk to you later

You | 3:26PM

sorry sir

baiii

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You still don’t know his name.

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FIRST CLASS | JJK (m)

SUMMARY in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.

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PAIRING rich student!jk x (f)rich student!reader

WORDCOUNT 25k+

RATING 18+ MINORS DNI

GENRE smut, fluff, angst. university au, f2l

CONTENT childhood best friends, nepo baby!reader, nepo baby!jk, tae sister!reader, heavy pining, heavy cursing, a bit of crack throughout, (soft?) fuckboy!jk, whipped!jk, simp!jk, kinda emotionally constipated!reader, lack of & miscommunication, the most dramatic fic you’ll ever read, jk has his tats & shorter hair (ref in banner pic), jk is a tits guy and reader has big tiddies, jk & reader are very touchy and lovey friends, reader is kind of a bitch to those she doesn't care about, reader is rich but jk is richer 😩, arguments between mcs, jealousy, bottled up feelings, toxic/unhealthy friendship if u were to really think about it, jk & reader have active sex lives beforehand, reader is in a fwb situation beforehand, there is an explicit scene between reader & a side character (but no sex), punch up/fight scene/blood, potential/near-miss car accident, 2 scenes where characters get badly physically injured, alcohol consumption, use of a few male idol names (mingyu, jaehyun, felix), the rest of bangtan are side characters, the last like 9k(?) is literally just smut helppp, happy ending.

18+ WARNINGS making out, grinding, dry humping, fingering (f rec.), oral (both rec.), slight exhibition?..you'll see, pet names during sex, dirty talk, use of the word slut in praise, so much praising, biting, jk likes the pain ok, body worship, tiddy sucking, mentions of tiddy fucking, ball play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, bigg dick jk, soft dom!jungkook, subby!reader, unprotected sex, ocs a pro dick riderr 🙂‍↕️, creampie, sweet aftercare

author's note thank you all so much for the love on the teaser! it truly motivated me to finish this quicker than i ever expected. however, proofing such a long piece was a veryyy different experience to what i'm used to, so if u see any inaccuracies or timeline inconsistencies... no u don't <3

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The biting cold of the winter evening settles over Yonsei University's lacrosse field, floodlights casting long shadows on the frosted grass. You pull your mink coat tighter around yourself, the chill seeping through despite your layers. Sitting on the bleachers with Park Jimin and his twin sister, Park Minji, you watch the game unfold.

The match is in full swing: Yonsei versus Hanyang, another top South Korean university. The excitement is palpable as the outdoor stadium fills with spectators, creating a sea of blue and green—the colors of the respective teams they are rooting for. Jimin wears a blue puffer jacket in support, while your roommate Minji is swimming in a blue long-sleeve sports jersey that definitely does not belong to her, you think with a smirk.

You initially weren't going to attend tonight due to other plans, which is why you aren't sporting anything blue. But, after a whiny 20-minute call from your insufferable best friend, you canceled on Mingyu last minute and tagged along with the Parks. Not that you would've dressed in all royal blue anyway… you're not fucking crazy. But maybe you would've added a blue ribbon to your hair or something.

Taehyung and Jungkook, co-captains of the Yonsei team, are in their element, dominating the field with effortless skill. You watch as your brother and Jungkook easily clear the opposing team, their movements synchronized and precise.

Jimin nudges you with a gloved hand, his breath visible in the frigid air. "Your brother and Kook are killing it out there," he says, his eyes following the action on the field.

You nod, cheeks flushed from the cold. Giving him a hum in agreement, you glance over at Minji. Her focused gaze keeps drifting back to Number 12, almost subconsciously, before realizing and snapping back to the middle of the field.

You look away in amusement, focusing on the game again and watching as Number 12, Kim Namjoon, swiftly catches the ball flying through the air with his racket before bolting through an opening in Hanyang's layout.

As the game progresses, the Hanyang team rallies, their determination pushing them closer and closer to Yonsei's lead. The crowd tenses as the score tightens, but you remain composed. You've seen this scenario play out countless times before.

There are 20 seconds left in the match, and Yonsei is down by two points. The twins have matching pouts on their lips, beginning to come to terms with your school receiving their first defeat of the season.

You watch as Hanyang makes the pitiful mistake of trying to make a risky pass by Number 1.

In the blink of an eye, Number 1's racket shoots out and intercepts the catch, and with a final burst of speed, Jungkook breaks right through the opposing defense. His eyes lock on the goal, and with a powerful swing, he sends the ball soaring into the net.

The crowd erupts, cheers reverberating across the field as the final buzzer blares, signaling the end of the game. You can't help but smile at Jungkook's skill.

The Yonsei team quickly swarms around Jungkook, their cheers morphing into a sea of bodies that envelop him, eventually toppling him to the ground in a dogpile. As they begin to disperse, Taehyung leans down to his co-captain with a proud grin.

Jungkook takes Taehyung's hand with a chuckle, the elder hoisting him to his feet before draping an arm around his shoulder. Jungkook pulls off his helmet, shaking out his damp curls, which cling stubbornly to his forehead. His eyes then drift towards the bleachers, where he suddenly loses his train of thought.

There you are, in all your glory—wrapped in a long, expensive chocolate mink coat, cheeks flushed pink from the cold air.

Your smooth legs, sheathed in sheer stockings, disappear into boots that likely cost as much as a teenager's first car. He wonders about the color of your skirt hidden beneath your coat—is it brown to match, or black to complement your boots? The color, he isn't certain, but he does know it is either a skirt or a dress. You would never be caught dead in trousers and even avoid jeans if you can. Personally, Jungkook thinks you look spectacular in jeans.

Your hair hangs loose, styled pin-straight but tousled slightly by the breeze, and his fingers itch to tuck the stray strands behind your ear. You are engrossed in conversation with Jimin and Minji as the three of you descend the bleacher seats, now heading towards him and your brother. Your brother, who is now holding his helmet under his right arm, uses his left to tug his best friend out of his trance and towards their friends.

You and the Park siblings weave through the amped-up crowd before finally reaching where the co-captains are peeling off their gloves.

Jimin clasps Taehyung's hand, pulling him into a warm, brotherly hug. "That was a fucking game, Tae!" He exclaims, a wide grin spreading across his face before giving the same greeting to Jungkook.

Minji follows suit, hugging Taehyung quickly before turning to Jungkook with a playful smirk. “You had us scared for a second, Kook,” she teases, “thought you weren’t gonna make that last shot.”

Jungkook chuckles, returning Minji's hug before leaning back and chucking his helmet on the ground, waiting for you to finish congratulating your brother.

"All part of the show," he replies to the twin with a wink before you pull away from Tae and float to him like second nature.

Nobody bats an eye as your arms slink around his shoulders, linking behind his neck. His taller frame leans down slightly on instinct, and his arms wrap around your waist. His face buries gently into your neck, pulling you a little closer. Your perfume renders Jungkook dazed, and he knows that he is a sweaty mess and smells like one too, but even if you notice, you don't mention it.

"Hi," he mumbles, his breath tickling your skin, causing you to smile and pull away slightly.

"Hi," you echo sweetly, noticing his eyes flicker down to where your coat has parted and your black Hermès mini-skirt peeks through.

You are about to ask him if he likes it because you just bought it yesterday, but he is quick to draw your coat tighter around you, probably not wanting the cold air to nip at you any longer.

He picks up his helmet and gloves, his tattooed arm slipping comfortably over your shoulder as the five of you head towards the locker rooms.

Your head rests against the side of his chest while you walk, and your friends are still beaming about Yonsei's fourth consecutive win of the season. Jungkook slows his steps slightly, letting the rest of your group pull slightly ahead.

"Glad you came," he says softly, his skin tingling as your nails lightly scratch against his shirt where your hand rests around his waist.

"Yeah, you better be," you hum teasingly, "Mingyu was not happy."

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat before forcing out a laugh, "Tell him I'll make it up to him. Take him out on a date myself."

Your giggle soothes the ache in his chest before it returns tenfold at your response, "wasn't a date. Was just going to see him."

"Ohhaahah," his attempt at a laugh comes out more strained than he intends, and you snort, amused by his discomfort.

Before he can protest, you interlock his hand with yours and lead him towards the locker room, his steps quickening to match yours. He follows behind you like a puppy dog, as if this was your locker room and you were showing it to him for the first time.

A chaotic mix of celebration and exhaustion echoes throughout the building as you walk through the door that Tae holds open. The smell of sweaty lacrosse players all but hits you in the face, and Jungkook watches in amusement as your nose scrunches slightly. The warm air is welcoming though, and you let out a sigh as it works to defrost your frozen skin.

The changing room is packed to the brim with sweaty college boys high-fiving, recounting the game's highlights, and shedding off their gear. Jungkook lets go of your hand when you and Minji go over to say hi to Namjoon.

Taehyung is caught up in conversation with the coach, who is commending the team's performance and already running through some things they can work on in preparation for next month's match.

"Jaykayyyyyy!!"

"Let's fucking gooo, Jeon!"

"Good shit tonight, JK!"

You release Namjoon from the hug and turn towards the sudden commotion coming from the other side of the locker room.

Your best friend is at the center of the group, his teammates slapping his back and tousling his hair while showering him with praise. You notice his bunny-like teeth peeking out as he grins. No matter how confidently he carries himself throughout the day, he still flushes at compliments, which makes you roll your eyes amusedly.

Jungkook breaks away from the group and heads to his locker to check his phone while you return your attention to Namjoon and Minji, who are now caught in a quiet conversation.

You head over to Jimin, who looks to be passionately explaining something to Hobi and Yoongi, judging by his broad and exaggerated hand movements. He is a drama major though, so you can never be too sure.

A vibrating noise cuts your journey short. You fish your phone from your coat pocket and begrudgingly slip out of the locker room back into the cold air before answering. "Hey, Gyu."

"Hey, Y/N." Mingyu's tone is low and strained, like he’s in pain almost.

You tuck the strands of hair that were getting picked up by the wind behind your ear. "How can I help you?" you ask.

"Y/N," he grunts out a pained laugh, and you click.

You hear shuffling on the other side of the line while he sits up against his headboard.

"Yes? What do you need?" You're not going to do the work for him, and he knew that. He felt pathetic even making the call in the first place.

He goes quiet for a moment, and you pull your phone from your ear to glance at the time. "It's only 8 pm, and you sound like you're already in bed."

Mingyu nods as if you could see him, "I am. I have been for a while," he admits before asking you how the game was. You know he didn't actually give a shit about the game, but you still entertain him and answer

He drags out the conversation for a few minutes, running his hand through his hair at your voice. He doesn't want to hear it through the phone; he wants to hear it in person. He wants you to be in his room right now, like you said you would be.

Mingyu hates how disinterested you sound. Mingyu also hates how that very disinterested tone makes his cock throb in his sweatpants. You couldn't care less about him, whereas all he's been doing since you canceled on him three hours ago is lay in bed and fucking think about you. He sighs before biting the bullet, "Are you still coming over?"

Your brows furrow slightly, "Oh, I thought I told you that I was—"

"Can you still come over?" He rephrases his question, "please?"

Your lips purse as you consider it for a second. You don't have any classes tomorrow, so you guess you could head to his later tonight.

You're about to respond when the sound of the door opening behind you causes you to turn around.

You watch as the wealthiest student in the entire university approaches you, now dressed in a plain black hoodie and a pair of joggers, running a towel through his wet hair. It no longer looks sweaty wet but instead shampooed wet, so you assume he had a quick shower. "Hey, you okay? Why are you out here in the cold?"

"One second," you say into the phone before lowering it and moving closer to Jungkook. He closes your fur coat tightly around you again as it comes open from the strong wind while he waits for your response.

"Came out here to take a call. Too loud in there."

He nods, throwing the towel over his shoulder. "'K. We're going to Hanji's to eat. Did you want to ride with me?"

You're about to agree without even thinking when you remember the boy waiting on the other end of the call.

"Ah," you mutter, lifting the phone back to your ear. "I'll come over at like 11?" you say to Mingyu, not catching the frown that coats Jungkook's lips.

Mingyu almost protests but knows that 11 is better than nothing and stops himself. "Sweet. Just text me if you need me to pick you up."

You thank him before saying your goodbyes and ending the call. You look up at your best friend, his gaze unfocused. "Can I?" you ask.

"Hmm?" he hums, blinking a few times before focusing on your face.

"Ride with you?"

"Yeah," he smiles down at you, letting you link your arm with his as he leads you back into the warm locker room.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

Hanji's is loud. The clamor of sizzling grills and busy cooks no match for the chatter of students and customers that fill the room. You sip on an iced tea as your friends laugh and chat, still basking in tonight's victory.

Snug between your brother and Jungkook, you rest your head on the latter's shoulder, sipping your drink through a paper straw. His arm drapes over the back of the booth's chair, allowing you to settle comfortably as he chats with the swim team captain, Jin, who sits on the opposite side of the booth.

Your coat is folded on Jungkook's lap now that you're surrounded by the warm air of the diner, and his tattooed fingers play absentmindedly with the spaghetti strap of your top.

Taehyung leans over and snatches a dumpling from your untouched plate with his chopsticks, causing you to glance at him in faux annoyance. Your brother knows you don't actually care and flashes you a big, toothy grin which you can’t help but return.

You push the plate toward him, wordlessly telling him to have it all and his eyes light up for a split second before his brows furrow. "Why aren't you eating?" he asks concernedly, his words slightly muffled by a mouthful of food.

"Ate just before the game, I'm full," you reply, nodding when he asks if you're sure and watching him grab another dumpling.

Liar. Jungkook thinks as he watches Jin's mouth move but is unfocused on the words he's actually saying.

You don't eat before a link, a habit of yours Jungkook is very aware of, having asked you not to do it countless times before.

It's not that deep, you always tell him; you just don't enjoy sex much with a full stomach, it makes you feel sorta sick. And food always tastes better after sex anyway.

He glances down at you for a second, and you're already looking his way, your pretty eyes boring into his as if daring him to mention anything to your brother. His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he turns away, attempting to hide his smile at your attitude.

Jin cracks a joke and glances at you for a reaction, prompting you to roll your eyes and laugh. He pumps his fist in the air triumphantly, earning a playful smack from his girlfriend.

Your friends are always like that—acting as if making you laugh is some monumental achievement. You're not a masochist; you don't avoid laughing on purpose. But you're rich, intelligent, and pretty... It takes a lot to impress you. Jungkook makes you laugh a lot though.

Seated next to Jin is his gorgeous high-school sweetheart, Mia, and next to her is your ever-so pouty housemate, Minji. You quietly observe Minji's gaze as it frequently drifts to the booth adjacent to yours, where Yoongi, his boyfriend Hobi, Jimin, and, most importantly, Namjoon are seated.

Minji sighs softly, snapping out of her daze as she looks down at her cider. Taehyung is laughing at something Jin said, leaning forward in front of you slightly to engage in conversation with the swimmer on the other side of the table. You take this moment to check on your friend.

Your head lifts off Jungkook's shoulder, and he resists the urge to turn and ask why, trying to stay focused on the story his Hyung is telling. You catch Minji's eye, offering her a small, questioning smile. She returns it as best she can before her expression morphs back into a troubled pout, and she shakes her head slightly.

You nod in understanding, tapping Jungkook's thigh as a signal that you'll be right back and ask Taehyung to let you out of the booth. Your brother stands, allowing you to shuffle out, and you grasp Minji's hand, tugging her along to the restroom.

Jungkook glances over, watching you usher Minji away from the table, and from the corner of his eye, he notices Namjoon looking over too.

Fifteen minutes go by, and you're reapplying Minji's mascara, which she cried off during her tearful spiel about her situationship.

"It's like h-he—" she pauses to hiccup, and you move the wand away to let her breathe, "—he just likes to mess with my fucking head! Every time we hook up he's all like 'Minjiiiiyahhh,'" you snicker at her imitation of his voice.

"’I can't get enough of you! I wanna do this forever!' but then when we're with everyone, it's like he's scared to even stand next to me! God, is he like, embarrassed of me or something?" She seethes, shaking her head in frustration.

You lift a tissue to her lash line, dabbing at the fresh tears brewing and scoff. "Embarrassed of you? Don't be ridiculous," you say, capping the mascara and sliding it back into her clutch, giving up on the rescue mission as the tears just keep coming.

"You are gorgeous," you turn your body to lean against the basin with her, linking her arm in yours. "Smart," you continue, resting your head on her shoulder. "Funny... sometimes," you tease, and she lets out a tearful giggle, her trembly hands curling around your arm as she snuggles into you in gratitude.

"God, I'm literally wearing his jersey. How pathetic." She laughs at herself, and your brows furrow slightly.

"How is that pathetic? I'm sure he wanted you to wear it, didn't he?"

"Well yeah... He was actually really cute when he asked if I would. He was all shy and shit. Fuck sakes," she groans in frustration, "it makes everything even more confusing!"

"Maybe he's just shy about showing affection in front of people? I mean, he is literally a computer science major..." You trail off and smile when she whines and wacks the arm of yours that she's leaning on.

"Seriously, though, don't cry over a guy, Min. And especially don't question your worth because of him." The bathroom falls silent except for her soft sniffles at your words.

You hand her the tissue that you're holding before adding, "You need to talk and set things straight with him, or you're just going to continue hurting." You internally scoff at the hypocrisy of your own words, but your roommate is none the wiser, nodding at you in agreement.

After a moment, she speaks quietly, "I wish I could be more like you."

"How so?" you ask, though you already have an inkling.

"You never get attached to the guys you hang with. I wish I could do that. It seems so much more freeing."

You hum half-heartedly in response, watching her dab at her eyes one last time before turning to wash her hands. Her words linger, echoing in your mind longer than they should. No, you don't get attached. Because you already know firsthand just how much it fucking sucks when the feelings aren't mutual.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

It's 11:12 pm. The scent of your Chanel No. 5 lingers in the air, blending with Jungkook's soft hums to his car radio. The warm air from the heater makes your eyes droop slightly.

"You have a nice voice," you murmur, toying with the tattooed fingers resting on your stocking-clad thigh.

He glances at you briefly, a small smile playing on his lips. "You always say that," he replies, eyes returning to the road as he stops at a red light.

"Because it's true," you state simply. "Do you disagree?"

He laughs softly at your bluntness, a familiar flush creeping up his neck. "Maybe."

"Hm," you roll your eyes, lifting one of his fingers and letting it drop before repeating the motion with the others. "Whatever, golden boy."

"Ya," he chuckles, squeezing your thigh gently, "don't call me that."

You tilt your head slightly, meeting his gaze. "You let everyone else call you that."

His lips purse into a slight pout. "Not you."

You blink at him, the corner of your lips twitching into a smile at his big, boba eyes. He just keeps staring at you, letting you fiddle with his hand. After a few long moments, you giggle at his dazed-out expression. "Light's green, Gukkie."

He snaps out of it instantly, facing back toward the road, and his foot hits the gas pedal a little quicker than intended. That's better, he thinks.

A few minutes later, he turns into the familiar entrance of Yonsei University, steering the car down the path that leads to the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity house. As he pulls into a parking spot in front of the building, you're halfway through sending a text, so he waits for you to finish before cutting off the heater.

You lock your phone and glance up just as he extracts the keys from the ignition. He pats your thigh gently before climbing out of the car. You follow suit, rounding the vehicle to meet him by the driver's side.

Instinctively, he reaches for your hand, fingers entwining, and you rest your head against his arm as you both ascend the front steps to the frat.

The foyer is dark as Jungkook leads you inside. He maneuvers through the hall effortlessly, even without his sight. He guides you up the stairs to the second floor, your hands still locked together, and he turns to face you when you reach the door to his bedroom.

You look up at him with a dumb smile, and he leans down to bury his face in your neck before he says something dumber. His back presses against the door, and as you lean into him, the scent of his clean, linen hoodie fills your senses.

Jungkook's love language is physical touch, and you let him have his moment, keening slightly when he nudges the side of your neck with his pretty nose. YYour phone buzzes in your pocket, but you ignore it, wanting to spend five more minutes with your best friend.

"Do you have class tomorrow?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to be heard by his housemates.

He doesn't say anything, just shakes his head wordlessly, his curls tickling your skin as he does.

"Movie tomorrow then?" you suggest softly, letting him lean back slightly to look at you.

The moment you see the flicker of guilt in his eyes, you know his response before he even forms the words. His pouty lips part, ready to offer an excuse when you squint your eyes and lean away from him.

"Jesus, Jeongguk." You groan, still keeping your voice low, but he can hear the annoyance loud and clear. "Why do you get all pouty and sad when you have other plans? It's okay."

Jungkook's eyebrows furrow. He edges forward, trying to maintain some form of physical contact, but you just shrug him off. "I already agreed to it last night. I'm sorry, Y/N."

You let out a frustrated sigh and roll your eyes. "Why are you fucking apologizing?" Your words have bite, but he doesn't react, simply leaning closer to you even though you continue to distance yourself.

You know you're overreacting in a sense, but every time he has plans with a girl, he always apologizes with that stupid fucking pout and those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes. And it's only when it's with another girl.

You weren't upset; you were well aware of his active sex life. It's like he expects you to burst into tears whenever he tells you he's seeing someone. Why the fuck would you care?

Jungkook reaches out to you in a last attempt to grab your hand, and you just stare at it, not making any move to accept the gesture. He sighs, letting his hand fall to his side while he looks at your pissed-off expression.

"Why?" You try again.

Jungkook's shoulders slump, and he looks down, avoiding your gaze. "I don't know," he responds softly. He barely catches the annoyance on your face fading, soon replaced with something that tugs at his heart even more—boredom.

"Okay then, Gukkie. Sleep well, we'll talk later," you say, nodding as you step closer to him. Your arms wrap around him in a quick hug, and before he can even react, you're walking down to the other end of the hall.

Jungkook's eyes stay focused on the ground, listening to your footsteps getting further away.

It's not until he hears a soft knock on his frat-mate's bedroom door and a fucked-out, "Shitttt, look at you," come from Mingyu that he scoffs, turning into his room and slamming the door behind him.

Thirty minutes pass, then an hour, then two, as Jungkook lies grumpily on his bed, glaring at his bedroom ceiling.

There was an unmistakable bang of a headboard against the wall down the hall at minute forty-five, followed quickly by your hushed voice telling Mingyu to keep it down. Jungkook hasn't been able to close his eyes since.

"Why are you fucking apologizing?"

Your words ring in his head as he tosses under his blanket uncomfortably, giving up before ripping it off his body a bit too aggressively, causing it to fall to the ground.

"I don't know."

Dirty fucking liar, his subconscious snickers.

Of course he knew. He's always fucking known. It's subconscious; the way he can't stop the apology from spewing from his lips every time.

He wants you to be upset. He wants you to get angry at him for sleeping with other girls. He wants you to ask him not to go.

But you don't. You never do. If anything, you encourage it. And there he is, apologizing like a fucking idiot for something that you don't even care about. Every time he sees that disinterested look in your eyes, it feels like a sour punch to the gut.

Jungkook's mind races as he tries to figure out why he keeps doing this to himself. Why he keeps hoping for a reaction that never comes. He thinks about the way you hugged him earlier, the fleeting moment of closeness before you walked away without a second thought. You're so good at that.

He rolls onto his side, trying for the nth time to close his eyes, the sounds of your muffled laughter and Mingyu's low murmurs mocking him through the thin walls.

Jungkook clenches his jaw, the frustration gnawing at him, a constant reminder of what he can't have. He wants to move on, to stop letting you have this power over him. He laughs at the thought.

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Two days later, you're sitting in your afternoon Linguistics class, sandwiched between Jimin and Aerum. Why Jimin didn’t take the spot in the middle if he was going to let her sit near you guys, you’re un-fucking-sure.

Aerum isn't part of your inner circle, but she likes hanging around. You know her type—fake and a gossip. She attempts to make small talk with you throughout the class, but your answers are curt and disinterested.

"—even surprised? As if Jeongguk hasn't slept his way through half the campus already." Aerum giggles, twirling a strand of her hair. That gets your attention.

You don't even look up from your notebook, continuing to jot down what the professor says. "Don't talk about him like that," you say, your tone flat, causing Aerum to falter for a second.

She nervously chuckles, "It's not a secret he gets around, Y/N. You know that..."

Unamused, you finish off your notes, letting her brew for a second, before finally lifting your gaze. You lean in a little, and Aerum shuffles closer as if you were about to let her in on some juicy tea.

"I don't care if he took your mother over the kitchen counter and made you watch." Aerum's lips part at your words, leaning back slightly in shock. "Don't talk about him like that. Matter of fact, don't talk about him at all."

She malfunctions for a second before nodding dazedly, quickly turning to face the front of the class for the first time today. You return to your notebook uninterestedly as Jimin lets out a loud snort, leaning over to hide his face in your shoulder.

The class continues without further interruptions, and when the professor finally wraps it up, you begin putting your things away. Jimin holds your bag for you like he always does as you make your way out of the classroom. Aerum follows behind like a kicked puppy.

With no more classes for the day, you and Jimin had planned to go to the campus café for a study date. Much to your dismay, Jimin had invited Aerum when she overheard you talking about it at the beginning of Linguistics. Jimin is kind to everyone, a trait of his that you somewhat admire, but in this case, it just made you want to slam his laptop shut over his fingers.

Once you reach the café, you find an empty table at the back while Jimin goes to the counter to order your usual drinks, Aerum trailing behind him quietly.

As you set your things down, you notice your phone at the top of your bag. You pick it up, deciding to text Jungkook because you haven't seen him in a couple of days, and you miss him. Maybe he can come study.

It's as if the universe heard your thoughts because suddenly, you feel a pair of sturdy arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a broad chest. You smile when his familiar cologne reaches your nose and quickly spin around to pull him down into a proper hug.

"I was literally just about to text you," you tell him as he snuggles into your neck.

"You studying?" he murmurs into your skin, his warm breath tickling you slightly.

"Mhm, with Jiminie and Aerum," you reply, leaning back slightly. He scrunches his nose in protest when you pull away but lets you go.

"Cool, I could use a break," he says, his eyes twinkling as he takes a seat next to you, casually slinging his arm over the back of your chair.

"Where were you heading?" you ask as you both settle down, and he helps you spread out your supplies.

"Just dropping some gear off to coach on campus. Saw you through the window," his gaze flickers over your outfit before he smiles softly. "You look pretty."

You smile cutely at the compliment, and his heart skips a beat.

Jungkook suppresses a sigh. You look so sweet in your white cashmere sweater and creamy plaid Burberry skirt, but the way your body fills it out is anything but. Not a single hair out of place, you look sinfully and irrevocably perfect.

Jimin returns with the drinks and almost gets a fright from the lacrosse captain. "Hey, Kook," he says with a grin, handing you your iced coffee.

Aerum, holding her drink, looks slightly flustered but tries to mask it with a smile. "Hi, Jungkook," she says, her voice a little too sweet.

Jungkook nods at her politely before turning his attention back to you. "What subject?" He leans over to grab your textbook, and before you can answer, Aerum takes a seat and chimes in.

"Linguistics," she smiles, and Jungkook nods while flipping through the textbook.

You're logging into Jimin's laptop while he licks the whipped cream from the top of his frappe like a cat. You snort at the blonde before opening the shared doc that he and you have. You're begin to scroll through the pages, trying to find where you left off last time, but the sound of Aerum's continuous pestering distracts you.

"—again tonight or something?" You only catch the end of her sentence, but by the flirty tone she's only just now using, you assume she's speaking to Jungkook.

"Aish, Aerum…" Jungkook laughs awkwardly, flicking through the pages of your textbook as if it would somehow teleport him away from the situation.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you don't do round 2's. Make an exception? For me?" She pouts cutely, and even Jimin can't resist the urge to cringe into his cup.

Jungkook looks over at you for a moment; whether it's for help or a reaction, he doesn't know, but he's not surprised when you don't even look up from the laptop. Just continuing to scroll through your document.

He can't even stop the words from coming out before he says them, "Yeah, okay."

Jimin's brows furrow in surprise. You keep scrolling.

"Yeah?" Aerum can't hide the surprise in her own voice, giddy nonetheless.

"Yeah." He nods at her, looking down at your textbook, wishing it would telepathically lift up and knock him out cold.

An hour flies by, during which you and Jimin make significant progress on the paper, having already completed a quarter of it.

Aerum, however, proves to be an absolute dead weight, giving weak half-assed responses whenever Jimin tries to involve her in the research. Her focus is solely on flirting with Jungkook.

If she even thinks of attempting to slip her greasy little name on this project once you and Jimin are done, you'll take great satisfaction in bringing her back down to reality.

You finish typing a sentence on Jimin's laptop before locking it and giving him a look. He understands immediately and stands up to pack his things wordlessly.

You're beyond irritated—not because Jungkook and Aerum are practically on the verge of fucking right on top of the café table, but because they're doing it while you're trying to work. Frustrated and disgusted, you uncharacteristically bite your tongue and sling your bag over your shoulder.

"You're leaving?" Jungkook's head snaps to you the moment he notices you standing up, and he follows suit, Aerum tagging along behind him.

"Yep," you nod, grabbing Jimin's arm when he extends it to you and heading for the café exit.

"Are you—shit," Jungkook stutters, jogging slightly to catch up to you, Aerum trailing behind him. "Are you guys doing anything tonight?"

You almost roll your fucking eyes, but Jimin responds with a neutral expression, "Yeah, Kook… the DSP gather? We planned it last week?"

"Fuck," Jungkook coughs out, "Yeah, no, I remember."

You continue walking back towards the main campus where Jimin's car is parked, with Jungkook and Aerum not far behind. When you reach Jimin's Audi, you detach from his arm and head for the passenger seat, Jungkook meeting you at the door.

"Did you still want me to pick you up?" he asks softly, watching you adjust your bag strap over your shoulder in boredom while you wait for Jimin to unlock the car.

“No, that’s okay, Guk. I'll come over with Minji. She's on a drinking cleanse after the Feb blackout, so she can drive," you smile, leaning up to give him a quick goodbye hug.

He leans into it, but you don't let him linger, pulling away as soon as you hear the sound of the car unlocking. You go to open the door and climb in, but he gently puts his hand against it to stop you.

"Are you okay? Can you talk to me, please?" he lowers his voice so no one can hear.

Jimin takes the hint and awkwardly gets into the car, telling Aerum to hop in the back and he'll drop her home. She looks at Jungkook for a long moment before reluctantly getting in.

Jungkook's big, worried, boba eyes make you want to both scoff and run your hand over his face until they ease up.

"What do you mean, Gukkie? Just don't want you to go out of your way. You live there, so there's no point in you driving to get me."

Huh? He's picked you up for every single frat party they hold. He doesn't mind. He insists on driving you. He loves driving you! What the fuck?

Jungkook lets his hand fall from the door in resignation, and his heart clenches at the speed in which you pull the handle to open it, like you couldn't wait to get away from him. He somberly takes a step back from the car to let you get in.

You sigh when you glance back at his scrunched eyebrows and pouty lips. You place your bag on the seat and shut the door with a groan before walking back to your sulky best friend.

His response is immediate. His arms link around your waist when you lean into him, his head nestling into your neck where it belongs. Your nails lightly scratch against his polo, and he squeezes you a little tighter.

"I want to pick you up," he says softly. You run your hands down his arms, grabbing them where they link behind your waist. You give them a squeeze as you gently untangle yourself from him.

"I'm riding with Minji. I'll see you tonight, Gukkie." He watches you walk back to Jimin's car and finally get in.

Aerum's eyes are on Jungkook as Jimin pulls out of the campus parking lot. Jungkook's are on you.

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You weren't always as unbothered as you are today at the age of 21.

Maybe it was maturing, maybe it was the pilates sessions you take twice a week, or maybe it was because a particular situation made you vow to yourself you'd never go through that pain again. Well, whatever it was that made you so emotionally detached, you're grateful for it. You're young, gorgeous, and you have a fruitful and prosperous life on the horizon.

Fun is good. Feelings are not.

You shake your head to get yourself out of your thoughts—the thoughts you don't know why are suddenly floating around in your messy little brain—and yell out to your roommate for a favor.

Park Minji and you share a two-bedroom penthouse on the top floor of Kim Marriott, the Seodaemun-gu branch of your parents' luxury 5-star hotel chain.

Taehyung was supposed to move in with you during your first year, but when he was appointed Frat President, he chose to stay on-site at Delta Sigma Phi. What a humble boy… you couldn't think of anything worse.

He dragged Jungkook along with him, and you dragged Minji along with you, so everything worked out great. Minji is a lot tidier than your brother, anyway.

You're rummaging through your closet for the shoes you swore you had stored there after your last shopping trip when Minji waltzes into your room, holding the box you've been hunting for.

"These ones, right? They were on the kitchen counter, among all your other unopened packages..." She rolls her eyes teasingly.

"Oh yes! Fuck, I love you," you cry, walking up to the blonde and pulling the heels from the box she holds open for you.

"They're so pretty," she compliments before closing the box and tossing it in the living room to throw away later. She looks back at you as you head to your full-length mirror, slipping on the shoes.

"Jesus, Y/N." Minji groans, and you hum in question, eyeing her through the mirror.

"You look so good, what the fuck..." she whines, walking closer to you and standing side by side in the mirror to check on her outfit as well.

The white bodycon mini-dress hugs your body nicely, its low neckline no match for your bigger-than-average tits as the fabric clings to them for dear life. The white-gold Cartier necklace Jungkook gifted you rests prettily on your chest, just like it always has ever since the night he clasped it around your neck.

2 years prior—circa. your 19th birthday

"Get fucked, Jeongguk." The words rip from your throat, venomous and sharp as they slap your best friend's face into a furrowed, exasperated expression.

You yank the jacket tighter around your shoulders as the cold night air whips at your skin, storming down the sidewalk. The urge to rip the jacket—his jacket—off your body is strong, but it's so fucking cold. You may be petty and possibly overreacting a little right now... but you're not stupid.

Jungkook's heavy footsteps trail after you, his calls of your name only pushing you to walk faster. He catches up in no time, your hurried steps no match for his long strides. He tries to gently grab your arm, but you shrug off his touch angrily, spinning around to glare at him. You're about to tell him to fuck off again when he speaks first.

"Come back inside. It's like a fucking blizzard out here; you're going to freeze to death," he says evenly, though frustration laces his words.

"Oh, please," you laugh humorlessly, shaking your head in disbelief. "As if you give a shit if I freeze."

"Don't fucking say—"

"I'm going home. You can tell everyone I'm sick and had to leave. Or don't, I don't fucking care." You turn away and start walking again, his footsteps immediately following.

"You're walking home?" You ignore his question, causing him to huff and run a hand through his hair. "Let me drive you home, please."

You ignore him again, knowing that if there's something Jungkook can't stand more than you yelling at him, it's you not speaking to him.

"Stop doing this. It's your birthday; don't let it end like this—"

"Yes, Jeongguk, it's my birthday," you seethe, whipping back around. "And you brought a random chick none of us even know to my birthday dinner. And you didn't even bother to get me a gift. On. My fucking. Birthday."

"Y/N—"

"Limited edition PlayStation, imported Swedish lacrosse stick, custom painted iPad from your favorite local fucking artist," you list the gifts you've gotten him for his birthday over the years angrily. Jungkook shakes his head, trying to step closer to you, but you hold up your hand to keep the distance.

"Do you even know how much effort I put into the things I get and do for you? And for you to sit there with that... that stupid fucking look on your—God, Jeongguk!" Your voice is on the cusp of being a whine, but you don't care. "Oh, but I'm sure you spent a decent chunk of Daddy's money on Winnie tonight, huh?" You don't care that the Daddy's money statement is also very applicable to you… you're pissed.

Jungkook's jaw clenches at your words, and he steps forward, slipping his hand into the pocket of the jacket you're wearing. Before you can snap at him again, he pulls out a small velvet box and holds it out to you.

"What is that?" you demand, your voice still trembling with annoyance.

"Your gift," he says softly, opening the box to reveal a white-gold Cartier diamond necklace. "I was planning to give it to you when we were in private."

You stare at the necklace, your anger momentarily overshadowed by surprise. The diamonds of the pendant sparkle under the streetlights, and you almost let out a moan. Diamonds are your weakness.

"You motherfucker," you groan under your breath, glaring at the necklace in hopes it will dissipate into thin air so you can continue being annoyed at him.

Jungkook steps closer, his voice a whisper. "Everyone was coming with their partners, Y/N. I couldn't come alone."

You sigh, knowing that. Your comment was a cheap shot, considering Jungkook doesn't hang with a girl more than once, so it would be impossible for him to bring someone you already knew. But Winnie was getting on your last nerve, and you saw an opportunity to sneak in a jab, so you took it.

Not only was his date clearing glass after glass of the expensive wine your friends had ordered as if it were water, but she was also not shy about ordering the priciest dishes on the menu. Judging by her tiny red Zara mini-dress, you highly doubt she'll be reaching for her purse at the end of the night.

Your gaze is still locked on the necklace as you take a moment to think. Jungkook hasn't moved either, continuing to hold the box open for you while he scans your face, trying to gauge your reaction.

"It's, um, engraved and shit," he mumbles, his hand not holding the box lifting to run over his jaw nervously. "And I got a chain one… for me too."

Your eyes snap to his, and he swears his heart stops beating. God, you think it's stupid. You hate it. That's okay. He'll just wait until you turn around so he can sprint to the nearest homeless guy and give him the stupid neckl—

"Like matching?" Your eyes soften, and he slowly feels the blood flooding into his heart.

"Yeah, only if you like, want to," he shrugs cutely, and you can't stop the grin from spreading across your lips.

You're close enough to slide your arms around his torso but still not near enough for Jungkook as he tugs you closer, melting into the hug. "Thank you, Gukkie. I love it," you murmur into his chest, and he feels his muscles relax at you finally using his nickname again.

You lift your head from his black fitted Givenchy dress shirt, which smells a little too good, to look up at him. "But why did you say you didn't have anything when everyone gave me their gifts?"

He looks down at the slight pout on your lips, his fingers twitching with the urge to wipe it off your mouth. Instead, he flicks the box closed with a thumb and holds it out to you. "Don't think Jaehyun would've been too thrilled with me giving you this," he chuckles. "The dude hates me."

You frown up at him, about to chime in and say that isn't true, but his lips tug into a smirk as if to say he couldn't care less about what your boyfriend thought of him. And honestly, if he were Jaehyun, he'd hate him too.

Jungkook had the necklaces made a little over two months ago, and you and Jaehyun have only been official for one. So, Jungkook's intentions behind the gift weren't malicious, he swears…

If you just so happen to wear the necklace and your boyfriend notices his matching one, which then causes a rift in your relationship, resulting in the two of you breaking up… well, that would just be a nice little coincidence.

"Jae knows you and I are close," you explain with a crease in your brow that he wants to massage until it goes away. "I made it very clear to him when he wanted to get serious, and he understood."

Jungkook nods along to your words even if he doesn't fully believe them. Either Jaehyun is a really good and secure guy, or he's full of grade-A horse shit. If you were his and another dude tried to come along and buy you an eleven-thousand-dollar necklace? Fuck, he'd knock the guy out cold.

You untangle yourself from your best friend and lift the lid of the velvet box still in his grasp. You coo at the pretty diamonds before turning to face away from Jungkook.

You gather your hair before swiping it over your shoulder and letting his jacket fall slightly to bare your neck. Jungkook reacts immediately, picking up the necklace before shoving the box in his pocket. His cold fingers brush against you as he carefully fastens the jewelry around your neck.

When he pulls away, you let your hair fall back into place and turn around to face him again. Your smile is soft, eyes twinkling as you look down at the necklace. "It's so pretty, Gukkie. I love it."

You're so pretty. I love you, he thinks.

With a sigh, you glance at yourself in the mirror, taking in one of the most casual party outfits you've worn in a while—well, to your standards, at least. For some reason, you just don't feel entirely up for it tonight. Something feels off in your stomach. Or your head. You're not sure. You're probably just getting sick or something.

After slipping into the heels, you stand up straight and smush a kiss on the girl's cheek, smiling at the mark your lip gloss leaves on her face. "Ya, I just did my makeup," she gasps, leaning closer to your mirror to dab off the glossy residue.

You pat her bum gently. "You look gorgeous, Min. Gonna have Joon in tears tonight."

"If he even looks at me," she rolls her eyes, adjusting the strap of her Miu Miu dress in the mirror.

"You haven't talked to him yet?" You ask as you apply your perfume, and she turns to look at you with guilty eyes.

"No," she sighs, "I will tonight."

"Good," you smile, resting the perfume bottle back on your dresser before grabbing your phone and holding your hand out to her.

She interlocks her fingers with yours as you both leave the suite, the sinking feeling in your stomach never fading.

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

Welp, there goes your ride home.

You watch in amusement as your roommate throws back her fourth jello shot of the night, washing it down with a gulp of beer.

You don't blame Minji for breaking her sobriety, especially after the first thing you both saw upon walking through the doors of Delta Sigma Phi was Namjoon leaning against the foyer wall with another girl in his arms. While they weren't official official, Minji loves really hard. And you think Namjoon knew that.

Needless to say, Minji instantly grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the kitchen, where mountains of various alcohol bottles covered the counter.

Minji's not an alcoholic by any means, but she, just like her twin brother, are quick to take it down and even quicker to bring it back up.

A few months ago, during the Autumn fraternity vs. sorority fundraiser, she got so drunk that she blacked out going down the soapy slip-and-slide.

You and Jungkook—well, mostly Jungkook—carried her all the way to his car. Since he was a sober monitor for Delta Sigma Phi, he drove you both home. He ended up staying at your place for the rest of the night while you slowly sipped on strawberry soju and watched Netflix, checking on Minji every so often.

She hasn't had a drink since that night, so her tolerance is probably super low. But that doesn't stop her from handing you a raspberry jello shot before grabbing another from the table and sucking it down like someone might take it from her.

You giggle, gently wiping away the pink droplet of liquid trailing down the corner of her lip with your thumb. She offers you a dazed smile, her eyes hooded, the effects of the alcohol clearly weaving through her system.

"You okay, Min?"

She beams back at you, a little spark lighting up her glossy eyes, "Mhm. Just wanna have fun tonight."

"Okay," you respond softly, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen across her face.

Her head suddenly snaps to the living room. "Oooh, they're playing spin the bottle! Let's go playyy!" Minji gasps, tapping your arm excitedly.

You glance at the game that caught her attention and scan the players. There are a few of your friends, mixed with other people from school whose names you couldn't remember if someone held a gun to your head.

You pat Minji's hand, which was still tapping your arm, telling her to go play and stay close to Yoongi and Hobi. She nods, rushing over to the game with a big smile and plopping down between your friends.

You look down at the jello shot you're still yet to ingest and put it back on the table. Grabbing a solo cup, you pour some cranberry juice into it, glancing at the types of vodkas on display. Your nose scrunches at the cheap brands, your manicured nail tapping the side of the cup in thought before you remember something.

Cup in hand, you make your way to the cupboard below the kitchen sink and pull it open, smiling in triumph as you spot the object of your desire at the back of the cabinet. Bending down, you reach for the bottle quickly before anyone notices you.

"That's off limits."

The familiar smell of his cologne floods your senses before you process his words. You straighten up with a small smile, resting your cup on the counter and turning to face the boy with the pricey bottle of vodka in your hands.

"Even to me?" Your lips pull into a knowing pout, and Jungkook has to force his gaze away from them. Instead, his eyes trail over your outfit, which, in hindsight, was an even dumber idea.

His breath hitches in his fucking throat at the sight of your dress, doing nothing to support your boobs that threaten to spill from the pretty little white fabric. The knot in the noose, though, is the necklace he gifted you on your nineteenth birthday, resting innocently between the valley of your anything-but-innocent tits.

He shakes his head, the corner of his lips tugging upwards slightly as he steps closer to you. You fiddle with the bottle cap while he closes the distance, giving you a moment to drink in how effortlessly his arms fill out his white box-tee.

"No," he says softly, almost laughing at the thought of ever denying you something. "Not you." He takes his bottle of Belvedere from your grasp and unscrews the cap.

You rest against the kitchen sink as your best friend, now less than an inch from your body, reaches around you to grab your cup from the counter. He doesn't say anything as he pours the vodka into the cup, using his familiarity with your favorite drink to know when to stop. Your finger lightly traces over the tattoos spilling from his right sleeve absentmindedly, and he should tell you to stop, or he might drop the cup. But he doesn't.

Once he deems there's enough alcohol in the mix, he lifts the cup to his lips to take a sip. You wait patiently, letting him do his little lip purse before splashing a bit more vodka into the cup and holding it out to you. You take it with a grateful smile, bringing the drink to your lips to taste it as he leans over to get a solo cup of his own. You almost groan when the vodka cranberry hits your tongue. Obviously, it's perfect. He’s annoying like that.

Once Jungkook finishes mixing his drink, he takes a mouthful before returning to you. He catches the way your gaze is fixed on the ground, distraction clouding your eyes, cup resting against your lips as you get lost in your head.

You snap out of it almost instantly when he gets closer to you, putting the cup down next to you so you can slink your arms around his neck when he leans down. But before he allows the feeling of you against his body to make him forget every thought inside his brain, he speaks.

"What's wrong?" he murmurs into the skin of your neck, blindly putting his cup on the counter behind you so he can slip his hands around your waist.

You're quiet for a moment, and if it wasn't for the slight stutter in your fingers playing with the clasp of his Cartier chain, he would think you didn't hear him. He doesn't repeat his question, though, knowing you will answer him in your own time. And even if you don't, that's okay too. But he just won't leave your side the entire night if you're feeling vulnerable.

Yeah, nice excuse for not wanting to leave her alone; his subconscious laughs viciously at him. Jungkook ignores it by burying his face into your neck further.

Your fingers slide into the hair at the nape of his neck while you take a deep breath, the calming scent of him grounding you. "I don't know," you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

He tightens his hold on you, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. "Are you getting sick?"

"Yeah, probably. I've just had this weird feel—"

"Kookie, there you are! I thought you got lost getting my drink—oh, hi, Y/N!"

Jungkook stiffens before he lifts himself from you slightly at the sound of Aerum's voice.

You untangle your hand from his hair, poking your head around the side of his large frame to look at the girl strutting into the kitchen. She's pretty, you think as you give her outfit a once-over. If only she wasn't such an insufferable phony, maybe you'd be a little warmer towards her. Maybe.

"Hey, Aerum," you greet uninterestedly, leaning away from Jungkook and ignoring the way he tries to keep you near him.

Lost in his own house? You internally roll your eyes. Why even bother saying something so stupid—

"Is it this one?" she smiles once she reaches you both, grabbing your cup from the counter and taking a sip. "Oh wow, Kookie, it's so good! Is it vodka? Shit, what brand is this?" Aerum squeaks as she takes another sip of your drink.

Jungkook's lips part as he's about to say something about the drink, but you reply with a bored expression, "Belvedere."

Aerum lets out a confused hum as you name the $300 bottle of alcohol. "Huh. I've never heard of it."

You nod, grabbing a bottle of cheap beer as you brush past her to leave the kitchen. "Exactly."

Jungkook and Aerum's hushed conversation fades into the background as you move further away. You reach the living room, where Minji is giggling between Hobi and Yoongi. She grins widely when she sees you enter the room. "Jagi! Come and play!"

You laugh at your roommate, who now has two more empty Jello shot cups and a bottle of cider beside her, which explains the affectionate nickname.

Once you reach the circle, Yoongi and Hobi lean up to give you a hug in greeting before you smush a kiss on Minji's forehead. "Maybe later, jagi. Have you seen our brothers?”

“Mhm! They went outside for a smoke!” She replies distractedly as she’s staring intently at the bottle spinning in the middle of the circle.

You run a hand gently over her hair before turning to Yoongi. Since he’s sober D for his boyfriend tonight, you ask if he can keep an eye on her while they finish their game and if she needs to go home or gets too much to handle, to come and tell you.

Yoongi nods at you with a smile, and you return it before spotting a familiar head of black hair peeking over the back of the couch on the other side of the room.

Approaching the couch quietly, you softly put your beer on the ground before leaning over and covering his eyes with your hands. Mingyu flinches at the unexpected contact, his phone falling from his hands to his lap, but then relaxes as if something clicks.

His warm hands come up to yours, removing them from his eyes before he turns to you with a stunned smile. He takes you in for a second before shaking his head and leaning up on the couch.

You're about to give him a hug but he suddenly wraps his arms around your body, easily pulling you over the couch and laying you down beneath him. You squeal loudly in surprise before it's replaced by soft giggles as Mingyu attacks your neck with kisses, peppering them over every inch of skin he can find.

You draw a breath when there's a slight break in his assault and gesture to your heels digging uncomfortably into the couch. He leans back immediately and pulls them off your feet, placing them on the coffee table with haste that makes you laugh.

Turning back, he lowers his frame to you, your legs subconsciously separating to let him press closer, and he resumes his work on your neck. His kisses move lower, and you let out a sigh at the feeling before he reaches the exposed skin of side-boob peeking from your dress. You let out a quick gasp, grabbing his face with your hands and pulling him up to your face.

He grins at you cheekily, knowing he wouldn't get far but can't find it in himself to regret the action. "Was wondering when you'd get here," he says softly, his voice filled with affection. Your pouty fucking lips covered in that pretty fucking lip gloss distracts him for a moment, and he breathes a dazed sigh, leaning down to rest his face on your chest.

You blame it on the alcohol when the sick feeling in your stomach suddenly returns at the touch of Mingyu's skin on yours.

You blame it on the alcohol when all you can think about as you run your fingers through Mingyu's hair is how it's not as soft as Jungkook's.

You blame it on the alcohol when you let Mingyu snuggle closer into your neck in hopes that you'll feel the same warm sensation as when Jungkook does it.

The nausea, the thoughts of your best friend while you have a gorgeous man on top of you, the pounding in your head as his lips get closer and closer to your necklace. You blame all of it on the alcohol.

The one single sip of fucking alcohol you've consumed tonight.

"Can you pass me my beer, please?" You choke out as his lips are a millimeter away from reaching the skin where your necklace sits.

Mingyu pulls back with a smile, and you almost want to frown at the sweet boy. He deserves so much better. "It's just on the ground over there," you point to the back of the couch, and he nods, leaning over and grabbing your drink.

You release a heavy breath while you play with the hem of his dress shirt when something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. Your fingers tighten slightly around the fabric.

There, leaning with his back against the living room wall, is your best friend with Aerum's lips attached to his neck like a blowfish. Jungkook's brows are furrowed, most likely in pleasure, and his eyes are squeezed shut.

Another wave of the sick feeling washes over you, and you almost let out a frustrated grunt. What the actual fuck is going on with you?

Mingyu leans back on the couch, now with your beer in his hand. Before he can open the cap for you, you snatch it from his hand and toss it to the carpet carelessly. He looks at you curiously, about to ask you what's wrong, but you sit up and swing your leg over his thigh, effectively lodging the words in his throat.

His brows shoot up in surprise before he catches on, his hands finding your waist when you don't waste time pressing your lips to his. Mingyu groans into your mouth when you suckle on his tongue lightly, starting to move against him. Your dress begins to ride up with your movements and deepen the kiss while simultaneously grinding harder into his lap. You can feel him getting harder through the fabric of his jeans, and you zone in on it.

Squeezing your eyes closed tighter to focus, you drag yourself over his covered cock, letting the zipper of his pants graze against your panties. Mingyu detaches from your lips at the sensation, his head throwing back onto the couch as his breathing picks up.

Your hands rest against his chest as you swivel your hips quicker, trying everything you can to spark something in you. Mingyu chokes out a strained fuck when you find the outline of his shaft and let the lips of your covered pussy drag along it.

Nothing. You feel nothing. What the fucking fuck.

Mingyu, on the other hand, is losing himself. His head is still thrown back in pleasure, and you take the opportunity to lean forward and latch your lips to his neck. Your teeth nibble at the skin below his jaw, and he shivers at the action, his hands losing grip on your waist and falling to the swell of your ass. Your movements still haven't relented, grinding against him like you're the only two in the room, and Mingyu doesn't want to admit just how fucking close he is.

He's about to suggest that you guys take it to his room when he feels one of your hands trail down from his chest. His head lifts up to see what you're going to do next, and god, he wishes he didn't, because when you cover the hand of his that's loosely resting on your left asscheek and squeeze? He almost cums in his fucking pants like a teenage boy that just discovered the wonders of third base.

Mingyu does as you wish, grabbing a greedy handful of the flesh with his left hand and uses his right to slide up the back of your neck, returning your mouth to his. You fall into the kiss willingly, letting him lick into your mouth. Letting him take whatever he wants. Mingyu has always been a good kisser. Not even a week ago, he had you dripping from a 10-minute make-out session on his bed. But right now, something inside you tells you that even if you went at it for an hour, it still wouldn't be enough.

You push the sadistic thoughts from your brain and tangle your hands in his hair, nodding against his lips when his hand on your neck drops to your other asscheek and squeezes tightly.

Yes, you think. Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. Something is bound to—

"What the fuck?"

Your lips immediately detach from Mingyu's at the sound of the familiar voice booming behind you. You adjust the front of your clothes, which have twisted out of place, and quickly climb off Mingyu's lap. Pulling down the hem of the dress that also rode up a few minutes ago, you blink guiltily at the man staring at you with a disturbed look.

"On my couch? That's disgusting. Take it upstairs or take it to your place, Y/N." Taehyung grits, shaking his head as if it would somehow rid the image of you mounting his frat-mate from his memory.

"Sorry, Tae," you reply to your brother with a purse of your lips before getting over it and looking around for your phone that fell from the pocket of your cover-up.

Mingyu is speechless, gawking at his frat president in horror, not knowing what to say or do. He watches as you finally find the phone wedged between the couch cushions before you lean back onto his chest and scroll through your notifications, un-fucking-concerned.

Mingyu chokes on air, gently lifting you off him and sitting you back up on the seat properly. You give him a confused look, and he returns your gaze with a panicked expression, glancing between you and your brother, who is still standing there glaring at him.

You roll your eyes, lifting Mingyu's arm and throwing it over your shoulder, returning to your previous position. "Don't take him seriously, Gyu. I can't even recall how many times I've accidentally walked in on him and my own friends from high school. And they were doing a lot more than dry humping."

The fact that you aren't bothered helps Mingyu to calm down a bit, but he's still on edge with your brother staring him down.

You glance up at Mingyu when his chest remains stiff beneath your head, and you sigh before turning to your brother. "Tae, you're scaring him. We won't do anything else on your couch, okay? Now shoo, please." You wave him off with your hand.

Your brother just rolls his eyes, looking a little too much like you for your liking, before he nods and says he'll return to patrol the room in 30 minutes.

You watch Taehyung disappear behind the door frame as he heads into another room, and you turn to Mingyu with a teasing grin. "30 minutes? We could be done twice in that time…"

His eyes widen, and he gives another pathetic attempt at suggesting you go upstairs, but when you press your lips to his, the words fizzle out on his tongue as you entwine it with your own.

Jungkook is fucking fuming.

He's absolutely clocked out of the make-out session with Aerum, and she can probably tell that his mind is elsewhere, but he can't bring himself to care, and she makes no move to pull away either.

He feels her getting angsty, desperately wanting to escalate the situation from the way she's pressing harder against him, but Jungkook keeps the pace steady.

He needs to stay in the living room to keep an eye on you because you're obviously not in the right state of mind right now. You're not drunk; he knows what you look like when you've been drinking, and you're basically stone-cold fucking sober. But yet, there you are, one layer away from riding his housemate's cock on his very own fucking couch.

Jungkook would have intervened a long time ago, had he not seen with his own eyes that you were the one initiating every part of the act.

With every swivel of your hips, Jungkook’s heart pounded furiously against his chest. It clenched with every firm squeeze Mingyu placed on your ass, and it shattered completely as you nuzzled into Mingyu’s neck, kissing and nipping at it, just like you did to him in his dreams most nights.

He can’t tear his gaze away. He’s tried—oh, how he’s fucking tried.

He attempted to focus on the pretty girl currently whimpering into his mouth, begging him to touch her, to take her right there in the middle of the room if he so desired. But he couldn’t. His eyes were uncontrollably drawn back to you, to the way Mingyu’s hips lifted to meet yours, each movement a sharp twist to the knife lodged in his pathetic heart.

"Shit," Mingyu groans when the curve of his cock straining against his jeans meets your covered core. "We needa go upstairs, or I'm gonna take you right here on the couch, Y/N."

Your laugh comes out breathy from the frantic movements of your hips as you ignore him, and you lean up so his face can nuzzle between your tits. Your boobs are very sensitive, and that usually does the trick to turn you on.

Why. Isn't. It. Turning. You. On.

You let out a frustrated groan that Mingyu mistakes as a moan of pleasure as he leaves wet kisses against the exposed skin of your tits before he reaches the necklace that's wedged between them. "Fuck, I love this. It's so pretty but looks so dirty on you."

Your skin suddenly fires up at his words, and you feel your hips stutter slightly. "Yeah?" you question in a rush, grinding harder against him to chase the feeling.

"Mhm," he nods, brushing his nose over the pendant.

"Bite it."

He looks up at you, his gaze locking with yours filled with a hunger that hadn't been present all night.

"Bite it?" he repeats, his voice a mix of confusion and intrigue, hips meeting yours halfway as your movements become sloppier, more desperate.

Your head tilts as you nod desperately, "Please bite it."

Mingyu's eyes flicker down to your chest, and he leans in, his lips grazing the skin near your necklace. Your breath catches as he nears the pendant with its two little conjoined rings. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth, suppressing the whine that threatens to escape.

He plants a lingering kiss on the surrounding flesh before finally catching the pendant between his teeth. You can't hold back the loud moan that escapes your lips—

It happens in the blink of an eye.

You tumble onto the couch cushions as Mingyu is abruptly yanked away and thrown to the living room floor.

You watch in shock as Jungkook pounces on him instantly, Mingyu barely having a moment to react before Jungkook's fist comes crashing down. It connects with Mingyu's jaw with a sickening crunch that reverberates through the room, drawing the attention of a few partygoers.

Mingyu attempts a recovery, throwing a jab that snaps Jungkook's head to the side, but Jungkook quickly regains his focus. He reels his fist back and hammers another brutal punch into Mingyu's face, then another, then another, then another.

Jungkook doesn't know how many punches he's thrown, or how long he's been on top of his housemate, or whose arms grab him from behind to pull him off Mingyu.

His breathing comes in ragged gasps, his knuckles sting with a throbbing pain, and a fierce rage burns through his veins, consuming him entirely. Adrenaline surges through him as he watches Yoongi and Hobi lift a bloodied, struggling Mingyu off the ground.

"What the fuck, Kook?" Taehyung's voice snaps him out of his daze as he and Jimin drag him to his feet.

You remain frozen on the couch, not shifting an inch. Your gaze is fixed on Mingyu as a cluster of people surround him. One person carefully presses a damp rag against his bloodied face while he leans heavily against the wall, another extends a bottle of water towards his shaking hands.

From the grasp of your brother, Jungkook's eyes follow you as you rise and weave through the crowd around Mingyu.

His heart clenches as he watches the pained expression on your face, the saddest he's ever seen. He watches as you whisper something to Mingyu, who shakes his head weakly and reaches out to pull you closer. Instead, you gently grasp his hand, stroking his knuckles with your thumb as tears start to pool in your eyes.

He sees the moment you utter one final word to Mingyu before you let his hand drop softly to his side and walk away

You return to the coffee table, grabbing your shoes and phone before immediately heading for the exit. You spot Minji, who has tears flowing down her cheeks, and she breaks from Yoongi's hold before pulling you into the tightest hug she can muster.

"Oh my god, Y/N, are you okay? What the fuck was that?!" she cries into your shoulder. You almost smile, knowing her emotions always spill over when she's been drinking, but you couldn't muster one even if you tried. Gently pulling away, you dab at the tears under her eyes before turning your attention to Yoongi.

"Can you take her home, please? I'm going to catch an Uber and I feel like being alone for a bit," you half-lie. You're going to walk home, but he doesn't need to know that. He wouldn't let you walk alone at this time.

"Y/N," Yoongi sighs. He didn't miss the way you dodged her question. He wants to urge you to let him drive you home as well, but the resolve in your eyes tells him you won't budge. "Yeah, I'll make sure she gets home safe."

"Thank you," your voice cracks slightly at the end as you squeeze his hand and leave the room before he can stop you.

You can hear footsteps trailing behind you as you reach the door, and you abandon the mission of slipping into your heels, quickly slipping out the door and slamming it behind you.

The cold concrete bites at your bare feet as you hurry down the steps of the frat house, but you barely notice. The sound of the door swinging open behind you only quickens your pace.

"Please, Y/N. Wait. Please."

The tears you've held back since the moment he climbed on top of Mingyu suddenly fall without your permission, and you scoff, wiping them away furiously.

You don't say anything as you reach the path out of the university and continue your trek to your penthouse. It's dark, the sparse lights of the school providing little guidance, but you don't care. You just keep walking.

When Jungkook catches up to you and tries to take your hand, something inside you explodes. You snatch your arm away furiously, your heels and phone dropping from your hands as you turn to face him. Before you know what you're doing, you push against his chest, shoving him away from you. He barely moves and that makes you even angrier. “Fuck you, Jeongguk!” You shove him again, "Fuck you," again, "Fuck you," again, "Fuck you."

Your voice trembles on the last words, and you can't stop the sob from wracking your body. He reacts instantly, stepping forward to pull you into his arms as you break down.

His hands cradle the back of your head as you shake against his chest, his heart clenching at the sound of your cries. "I'm so sorr—"

You pull away from him, running your sleeve over your face to wipe at the tears. "What about your future, Jeongguk? What if he presses charges? If this gets back to your parents? Affects your student record?" You shake your head in utter disbelief, your hands running through your hair in an attempt to ground yourself. "Mingyu is such a good guy, how could you even—fuck." Mingyu.

Your heart clenches at the memory of him trying to keep you close even after he had the shit beaten out of him. You brought him into this mess. That was all fucking you.

"You can't do shit like that, Jeongguk! You c-can't," you stammer, batting his hand away as your voice cracks again, "You had no right to do that."

"I know, Y/N!" His voice rises, and you see tears welling in his own eyes. "I fucking know! I know I didn't have any right to do that. And I fucking hate it!"

You're speechless, but Jungkook isn't finished, "I had no right to punch Lee Seo-jun when he gave you your first kiss, so I didn't. I had no right to punch Kang Doyun when you told me he felt you up for the first time, so I didn't. I had no right to punch Jeong Jaehyun every time I watched him have you like I wanted to have you, so I fucking didn't!"

Tears stream down your face unchecked as Jungkook's hands gently cup your face, his thumbs trembling as they try to wipe your tears away. "I had no right to punch Mingyu because he has everything I want. But I did. And I know you don't want to hear it, but I don't fucking regret—"

"I hate you."

Jungkook doesn't know what to do when he hears you say those words. He stumbles back slightly, his throat tightening, and his heart slams against his chest so hard he thinks it's about to crack through his skin.

A trembly shake of his head, "No—"

Your tears stop as abruptly as they came, your gaze hollow and resigned. "We need some space. This is unhealth—"

"No, please," the tips of his ears turn red as he chokes back a sob, "I fucked up, baby, I know. I'm gonna fix it. Let me fix it. I don't want space, I-I can't have space," his words tumble out desperately, completely unaware of the nickname that slips out. But it doesn't matter; nothing does, if you leave him.

You pull your face from his grasp and take a small step backward. The weak light posts give you just enough vision to see his bloodshot eyes and broken expression. Your hand twitches, yearning to brush his hair away from his face and wipe his tears—the tears he's crying for you.

Don’t be fucking stupid, your subconscious snarls.

Those tears aren't for you. They're for the idea of you.

If he doesn't have you, who's he going to cuddle up to at night when he's bored and doesn't have a pussy appointment to get to?

Who will pass on his Instagram handle to their classmates when they rave about his insane dick game and want to try it for themselves?

Who will drag him to mandatory family gatherings, knowing his dad would slash his trust fund for missing yet another one?

Not Kim Bora, his first kiss, a week before your own with Lee Seo-jun.

Not Park Soojin, the first girl he felt up under the shirt, three days before you let Kang Doyun do the same to you.

Not Cho Eunji, the only girl he ever took on a second date, the night that you made things official with Jeong Jaehyun.

You spent countless nights crying over a boy who saw you merely as a friend. The little sister that tagged along to playdates because her brother wasn’t allowed to have fun without her. The spoiled daughter of his father’s closest friend, who he was obligated to protect at school because she never hesitated to voice her blunt opinions, especially to those she thought sucked.

The same girl who saved the most sacred part of herself for her best friend. The girl who, without hesitation, turned down every single guy who promised they'd cherish such a precious gift. The girl who prayed to a God she didn't even believe in, hoping Jungkook would realize that the person who loved and cared for him most was right before his eyes all along.

All for that very boy to carelessly give his innocence to some random chick at a high school party, not even bothering to call her the next day.

That was the moment your perception of love shifted. That was the moment you stopped looking for what his words and touches could mean, and started seeing them for what they were. Friendly. Insincere. Meaningless.

You thought the day Jungkook confessed his feelings would be the happiest of your life. You imagined it would erase all the pain, all the tears, as if they were nothing more than a pathetic nightmare.

But you don't feel happy. You feel angry. Angry that the words you've longed to hear don't make you want to fall into his arms and never leave. Instead, they make you want to run and never come back.

So you do exactly that.

You ignore your phone and shoes lying on the pavement. You ignore your best friend's croaky shout of your name. You ignore that the stony road leading away from the University grounds only grows darker and darker the further you go. You ignore the sharp ache in your feet from the rocks beneath your bare soles. And you run.

You run faster than you ever have in your entire life. You run until your legs burn, unused to anything but your two weekly low-impact fucking pilate sessions. You run until Jungkook's yelling fades into the distance behind you.

You run until you can almost see the lights of the main street. You run until you hear his footsteps gaining on you, the stupid lacrosse captain clearing the distance twice as fast as you ever could. You run until the thumping of your heart drowns out the pain of the sticks and rubble digging into your feet.

You run until the light gets brighter. You run until the light gets closer. You run until you realize they aren't streetlights. You run until you realize it's the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. You run until you can't stop yourself quickly enough. You run until you hear the scream of your best friend behind you. You run until you don't feel the impact of the hit. You run until the world around you fades to black.

Your head hits the pavement hard, bouncing slightly.

Jungkook's arms are around you in an instant, cradling you close as he sobs, "No, no, no, baby, please."

The driver of the car, a college kid who looks just as shaken, gets out to check on you, his face pale and stricken.

"Go to the frat house and get Taehyung. Now." Jungkook barks at the boy, though his eyes never leave your face.

The kid nods frantically, dashing back towards campus, stumbling in his haste. Jungkook pays him no attention, his tears falling onto your face as he holds you tighter.

"Hold on, baby. It's okay. It's okay," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over his sobs. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay."

You lay limp in his embrace, your breathing shallow. His tears mix with the dirt and blood on your face as he presses his forehead against yours, his entire body shaking with sobs. He holds you tighter, rocking back and forth as he brushes the hair away from your face.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as he sat there in the dark, the cold night air wrapping around you both. What was realistically no more than two minutes felt like two hours. The distant sounds of the campus were muffled, the world shrinking down to just the two of you. Jungkook's tears didn't stop, his heart breaking more and more with each passing second of your silence.

"Ow, fuck." You groan weakly.

Jungkook's grip tightens as he lifts his head. "Y/N," he chokes softly, his hand supporting your head as you try to sit up. "D-Don't try to move too much. We're gonna—we're gonna get you to the hospital, okay?"

You looked at him, your eyes filled with confusion and pain. "Did I really just get hit by a fucking car?"

He shook his head with a teary laugh, his fingers gently caressing your hair. "No," he sniffled. "I managed to tackle you b-before... But you hit your head when we fell. I'm so sorry."

You nodded slowly, your hand resting on his head when he rested it on your chest, and you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry."

His breathing stops, and he looks at you with the most saddened expression you've ever seen. "W-why the fuck would you say that? Don't apologize. None of this is your fault," Jungkook shook his head, his tears falling anew.

"I'm sorry for saying I hate you," you said softly, your hand resting on the side of his neck as he trembled. "If anything’s going to teach me of all people a lesson, it’s a near-death experience...” You let out a pained laugh, “Would hate if that was the last thing I ever said to you.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. "Y/N, you don't know how much I l—"

The sound of frantic footsteps interrupts him. Taehyung's voice calls out in panic, and within moments, he’s kneeling beside you, his face a mix of fear and relief.

"Oh fuck, Y/N," he said, his voice shaking as he quickly assesses your condition. "C'mon, we need to get you to a hospital," he says through teary eyes.

With Jungkook's help, you managed to get to your feet, leaning heavily on him for support. Taehyung saw you struggling to keep your balance and quickly scooped you into his arms, jogging over to his car he left running. He gently placed you in the backseat, and Jungkook was on the other side in an instant, getting you comfortable while your brother rushed to the driver's seat.

As you drove to the hospital, Jungkook didn’t let go of your hand.

Not as he forced you to drink from the water bottle Taehyung passed back to you. Not as he leaned your head on his chest, gently inspecting your scalp for any severe cuts or bleeding. Not as you grunted at him when he jiggled you slightly every time you closed your eyes for a second too long, worried that you were losing consciousness.

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"You've got a mild concussion," Dr. Choi said with a reassuring smile, her voice calm and professional. "You were fortunate. Your head hit the ground hard, but thankfully, there are no signs of severe trauma or bleeding."

Beside you, Jungkook's grip on your hand tightened. He exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his gaze fixed anxiously on the doctor. "So, she's going to be okay?"

In the cushioned armchair next to your hospital bed, your brother shifted slightly in his sleep. You reached over to gently brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, careful not to wake him.

Lately, his roles as frat president, lacrosse captain, and his involvement in the family business had worn him thin. The exhaustion had overwhelmed him, and he had fallen asleep almost as soon as he settled into the chair. This really is the last thing he needs to be doing, and so with a final look of guilt, you let your brother rest and turned back to Dr. Choi.

Dr. Choi responded to Jungkook with a nod. "Yes, she'll be fine," she assured him. "Concussions can cause symptoms like dizziness, headache, nausea, and fatigue. She might feel drowsy and out of sorts for a few days, but with rest and avoiding any strenuous activities, she should recover fully within a week."

You blinked, your head still throbbing but feeling a bit more relieved. "So, I can go home?"

"Yes," the doctor confirmed, writing some notes on your chart. "I'm going to release you shortly. Make sure you rest, avoid any physical exertion, and stay hydrated. If you experience any worsening symptoms—like severe headache, vomiting, or confusion—come back immediately, okay?"

Jungkook gave the doctor a firm nod. "We will."

Dr. Choi smiled at him, a soft expression on her face. "Good. And make sure she avoids screens for a bit—no phones, no computers, no TV. Just rest."

You groan while Jungkook just signals his understanding.

As the doctor turned to leave the room and finalize your discharge papers, she glanced back with a knowing smile. "And maybe a break from the drama for a little while too?"

Jungkook's head hung low as he continued to gently caress the back of your hand with his thumb.

"No more boys and no more running into traffic, got it. Thanks, doc." You nodded at the middle-aged woman, who gave you one last amused look before leaving the room.

That was six days ago.

The throbbing ache and, more importantly, the big ugly bump that was once on your forehead have now almost completely faded. If it hadn't, and you were stuck with a permanent scar on your face, you would've hunted down the kid who nearly hit you with his car and told him to finish the job.

Speaking of that kid, he tried to reach out to you quite a few times since you've been absent from classes. He couldn't get in direct contact with you since Jungkook had confiscated all of your devices, but he was persistent. He bugged almost every person he knew to be a close friend of yours until finally, on the second to last day of your 'quarantine', being the chronic people-pleaser that he is, Jimin cracked and brought him to your penthouse.

You were lounging on the sofa, your head resting in Jungkook’s lap as he read aloud to you, when Jimin ushered him in. You felt Jungkook stiffen instantly, and it took your sitting up and pressing down on his thigh to keep him from lunging at the poor boy.

His name is Lee Yongbok, an exchange student from Australia. He's a freshman, 19 years old, and his Korean dialect is fucking adorable.

Yongbok’s eyes were brimming with tears when he saw you, apologies tumbling from his lips for what felt like an eternity before you gently cut him off.

You first asked him if he was crying at your appearance and he just shook his head with a wobbly lip and said he’s just really happy to see you. Thank god. You were worried there was another bump somewhere that Jungkook hadn’t told you about.

You told him it was okay, that it wasn't his fault. That you were the crazy lady who ran in front of his car. That he did nothing wrong.

He dropped to his knees at your kindness, something nobody had ever done before. In fact, "kind" was probably the last word anyone would ever use to describe you.

He offered to pay for any medical bills, any necessities, anything you might need or couldn't afford. You giggled at the thought.

You thanked him for coming to see you. You told him not to lose any sleep over it, that you're okay and he's okay. You gave him your number and told him that when your grouchy caregiver returns your phone, you'd send him a text.

When he was about to depart, he asked if he could give you a hug. You nodded, telling him to come closer because Jungkook's hand was not letting go of your waist.

Yongbok happily pulled you and Jungkook into a joint hug since he refused to move. Jungkook reluctantly participated, giving the kid a pat on the back while he snuggled you both and you couldn't stop the loud laugh that escaped your lips.

Yongbok thanked you one last time before he left with Jimin and Minji, telling you to please let him know if you think of anything you may need. What a sweet boy.

Aside from making amends with Yongbok, and your close friends visiting your penthouse throughout the week to bring your schoolwork and random gifts, you haven’t had much interaction with the outside world.

You haven’t seen Mingyu since that night.

In person, at least. You've been texting frequently and even FaceTimed a few times. His eye was healing well, for which you’re very grateful.

The night Jungkook brought you home after the hospital, you found several missed calls from Mingyu on your phone that Yoongi delivered when he saw it on the ground outside whilst taking Minji home.

Your device ban hadn’t started yet, so you called him back immediately and spent over two hours talking and crying. You apologized for everything you had dragged him into, and he insisted you had nothing to be sorry for.

Mingyu truly is the kindest and most gentle soul, and you’ll always regret hurting him the way you did.

During that conversation, he told you he loved you.

Even though it took a messed-up situation to realize it, you knew you had love for Mingyu too. He had always been there for you whenever you needed someone, whether the nights you spent together were fueled by lust and sexual frustration or not, they were meaningful and amazing. He made it so easy to love him, even if your feelings couldn’t match the depth of his.

Mingyu had undoubtedly gotten the short end of the stick in your relationship, always giving more than he received. In your newfound friendship, you are determined to make it up to him. And you will.

Jungkook, too, had been deeply affected by the night’s events. After you finished up with Mingyu, Jungkook took your phone when you handed it to him and disappeared for an hour.

As far as you know, Jungkook apologized and they talked it out. Neither of them like going into much detail with you about it, which is a little frustrating, but you respect their privacy and don’t push further.

Jungkook did come back into your room with red puffy eyes though, and you softly teased him about crying before you snuggled up together and watched a movie.

Jungkook had taken a week off classes to look after you. You rolled your eyes when he first told you, not taking him seriously. But when you woke up the next day, cuddled against his chest while he scrolled through his TikTok feed, you started to believe him.

And when you tried to lean up and see what he was watching, only for him to immediately turn the device away, adhering to the doctor's orders of no screens, you realized just how serious he was.

Over the past six days, you've fallen into a stupid little domestic routine. Now, as you're almost fully recovered and preparing to return to classes tomorrow, a grey cloud looms over you both. The topic you haven't dared to address since that night is getting closer, heavier. You can both feel it.

That's why, as Jungkook slowly packs his clothes into his overnight bag in preparation for tomorrow and you sit on the edge of your bed, staring at your nails, the room is enveloped in a heavy silence.

You knew it was a bad idea to let him stay. To ignore everything that should've been sorted the first morning after the incident. But instead you chose to live in blissful ignorance for six days while you play fucking house.

But come on. Having Jungkook dote on you and care for you for an entire week? Please, that's every female student at Yonsei's wet dream. Quite a few guys, too.

You look up from your nails as he zips up his bag, kicking it to the corner of the room before resting the clothes he'll wear tomorrow on your dresser. He looks over at you, walking to the edge of the bed. For the first time in all the years you’ve consciously known him, he hesitates to touch you.

You blink at him, not moving, not saying anything.

Finally, Jungkook breaks the silence, his voice quiet and raspy, "Should we talk?"

You swallowed, nodding slightly. "Okay."

He sits down beside you, close but not touching. "I meant it, you know. Everything I said."

You hesitate, your gaze fixed down on your painted toes. "And what did you say?"

You can feel his eyes on you, but you don't look up. He brushes some hair—that's growing out nicely as you put it—behind his ear before taking a deep breath. He can't fuck this up.

"I've been in love with you since I learned what love was."

The room goes silent. Neither of you dare to even breathe.

"Wha-huh?"

"I've been in love with you ever since I learned what love was," You repeat.

You finally look at him, and he can't decipher the expression on your face. His eyes flicker between yours, searching for any sign that this is a prank, that Minji is about to burst in with a camera and tell him he's on live television.

"Maybe even before that," you continue, "but I just didn't know what it meant."

Jungkook’s heart races, each beat erratic and intense. He feels like he's about to pass the fuck out.

"No," he croaks.

You blink, "No?"

"No," he shakes his head, "you can't. Y-you can't be. That's not—you're n—what—what the fuck?"

You watch, silent, as he struggles with your revelation, the weight of your words clearly unsettling him.

Oh, you think. You've freaked him out by dropping the L word.

Well, you definitely misread the room there.

It’s not like you haven’t said "I love you" before. You tell each other that often enough—when he drops you off somewhere, at the end of your phone calls, when you give each other random gifts that remind you of the other.

But "I'm in love with you"? Yeah, that one’s a bit new…

Your stomach tightens, but you stay quiet, watching as his hand moves desperately through his hair, as if he doesn’t know what to do.

After a few minutes, he stops and turns to you. He didn't plan for it to go this way. He doesn't know what to fucking do.

You sigh, “I know this changes shit. Ruins everything. I thought I had it under control, but I really don't. And I'm not strong enough to keep pretending. So, if you're okay with still being in each other's lives, we need to set some clear boundari—"

"I fucking love you, Y/N." He kneels in front of you, taking one of your hands into both of his larger ones. "I've been obsessed with you since your mom brought you over to my house when we were five, and you told me my eyes looked like boba pearls."

You look into his eyes as he says that. They really do remind you of tapioca pearls…

"I can't remember a single day of my entire life where I haven't been in love with you. There is no me without you. You are all I can see when I think of my past and all I can see when I think of my future. No matter what you are to me, you're there. In every plan I make. In every dream I have. It's you. It's always been you."

You bite the inside of your bottom lip, fighting back tears. You’ve cried more in the last week than you have in your entire adult life.

"We are so fucking stupid." You sniffle, tipping your head back slightly to try and blink the tear up into your duct.

"We are," he agrees, gently tilting your head down and running his thumb under your lash line to catch the tear.

Once your face is dry, Jungkook's thumb travels down and brushes lightly over your bottom lip. He smiles when it feels exactly as he had imagined, another item mentally ticked off his bucket list.

You're about to ask if he's high when he suddenly springs into action, tackling you back onto the bed. You bounce slightly against the mattress as he holds himself up, careful not to squash you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck as you try, and fail, to suppress a smile at the idiot above you.

"It fucking sucked seeing you with other guys," he confesses, the words he’s been holding back for years finally breaking free.

Your fingers dance across his back, tracing idle patterns on the fabric of his shirt as you respond, “It fucking sucked seeing you with other girls.”

He pulls back slightly to look at you, a pout on his lips. "You should've told me, and I would've—"

“You should've told me!” you interject, giving him a playful smack on the chest. His frown deepens for a moment before breaking into a wide, uncontrollable grin.

He buries his head back into your neck, and you can feel him smiling against you. "You're such a loser," you giggle as you feel his teeth on your neck, not in a sexy biting way but because he's literally fucking grinning against you.

Time slips by quietly as your fingers sketch invisible designs across his back. Eventually, he breaks the comfortable silence. “Do you think we knew?” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin.

“Hmm?” you hum, your hand pausing in its motion to thread through his hair.

He shivers slightly under your touch before elaborating, “Do you think we knew that we were in love with each other?”

Your movements resume, alternating between letting his hair slip through your fingers and gentle scalp scratches. “Yeah, I think so."

He nestles closer, the sensation of your nails against his scalp coaxing a suppressed groan from him. "Why do you think we didn't say anything?"

"I don't know," you reply honestly. "Maybe we were too comfortable. Or maybe we were scared of what it would actually mean."

Jungkook lifts his gaze to meet yours, searching your eyes for answers. “What does it mean?” he asks quietly.

You smile, continuing to play with his hair. “You have a lot of questions,” you tease gently.

His nose scrunches at your evasive reply, and you run your finger down the bridge of it. "Such a pretty nose," you hum.

His eyes flutter shut at the touch, then snap open again. “You’re distracting me.”

The corners of your lips tug upwards. "Am I?"

He nods, making no move to stop the traces of your digit along his face. When your finger brushes the edge of his lip, he turns his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of your finger, his actions drawing a gentle smile from you.

"You don't—do you not want to," he starts, hesitating mid-sentence before pushing himself to continue, “be with me?”

You bite your lip thoughtfully, finishing your gentle explorations of his face, your hand settling back onto his back. “I want to be with you more than anything else in the world, Gukkie.”

He lets out a breath of relief at your words, but his face falls slightly when he senses your hesitation. "But?"

"But," you say softly, "I'm scared. I'd rather have you in my life as my best friend than not have you at all if things don't work out."

He shakes his head, his hand cupping your face gently. “I told you. No matter what you are to me, I want you in my life. Isn’t that the same for you?”

"Of course it is, but you can't guarantee we'll feel this way in—"

“You’re such a beautiful,” he interrupts, planting a soft kiss on your jaw, “intelligent,” another on your neck, “incredible,” he continues down to your collarbone, “pessimist.” He finishes with a kiss just above your heart.

He gazes up at you with a mischievous grin as you narrow your eyes at him. "I will always want you in my life, no matter what shit ends up happening. Even if you tell me you hate me, or you like, fuck my dad or something…" He looks at you seriously, and you roll your eyes, unable to stifle your snicker.

"Well, your dad is kind of a DILF—"

“I’ll never willingly leave your life. And I’ll never do anything to make you want me to leave. And I promise you, on everything that is holy,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to a tender spot below your ear, “I’ll want you in mine for the rest of my fucking days.”

“You better,” you tease, his smile pressing into your skin before you grow serious, “because I can’t lose you.”

Jungkook’s sigh warms your skin, his nose nudging your head back as he murmurs, “You really don’t understand just how obsessed I am with you, do you, baby?”

His gaze lingers on your exposed throat, tracing every swallow, every breath. Unable to resist, he leans in, his lips finding the base of your throat, humming in contentment at the little noise you make.

Slowly, he makes his way to the side of your supple neck, his lips never detaching from your skin on his journey. You feel his breath as he hovers over the area for a second in pausing, and you wonder if it's because he can hear your heart slamming against your ribcage.

No strenuous activities.

His lips finally latch onto the skin of your neck and you feel the tiniest flick of his tongue as he suckles at the flesh.

Avoid physical exertion.

You let out the softest, breathiest fucking moan he's ever heard, and he pulls off your neck with a wet pop. His bunny teeth poke out to nibble at the now moist skin as he slowly moves to your collarbone.

Make sure you rest.

His kisses get lower, hotter, wetter, until finally, his face hovers over your thin little sleep shirt that he's considered throwing down the garbage disposal since you put it on. Bra, nowhere in sight, your hardened nipples taunt him through the pathetic excuse of a t-shirt. He glances up at you with eyes darkened with desire.

Fuck it, you've had enough rest.

You slide your hands up the back of his neck and dra him down to you, your lips meeting his with urgency. You swallow the surprised groan that escapes him, his arms framing your face as he looms over you.

Jungkook feels the tension in his muscles melt away as he surrenders to you. When you part your lips slightly, inviting him closer, he doesn't hesitate.

Your body ignites when his tongue slips into your mouth, lapping against yours and exploring as if it had always belonged there. As your back arches towards him instinctively, he slips large hand behind it, pressing you flush against him.

The countless times he's imagined this exact scenario could easily label him a certified stalker, but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. He was absolutely fucked.

You're lost in the sensation, the warm air of your bedroom enveloping you blissfully. Nothing but the sounds of your mouths moving against each other's, tongues melting into one. Jungkook swallows the breathy whimper that escapes your lips with pride, his hips shifting forward at the fact that he's the one drawing such a noise from you. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him down, urging him to erase any space left between you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he chokes out, parting from your lips to suck in a deep breath as he feels the warmth between your thighs through his sweatpants.

"I know," you nod dumbly, mind foggy as you grind your hips into his desperately.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "It's never fucking felt like this," he confesses, each word punctuated with a thrust that draws a deeper moan from your lips.

"I know," you whine in agreement, your left arm linking around the back of his neck as you meet his movements, your entire body responding to his every move.

It hasn't felt like this. Ever. You've thought that you've had some pretty good sex in your life, but this is… different. All you’ve done is kiss and grind a little, and yet you can feel those tingles in your fucking toes that people always sing about.

It would be easy to say that it's because it's been eight long days since your last orgasm, but you know that's not the case. It's because it's him.

You've never wanted a cock in you so badly. Especially not after just three measly minutes of dry humping. But god, you're so turned on right now you're pretty sure if he pulled your panties to the side, it would spray at him like a fucking fire hydrant. As you said, it's been eight days; you're a little feral right now…

You feel him stiffening through his sweats, your back arching a little more as you shift and wiggle to try and usher his covered cock through the folds of your covered pussy.

Jungkook's hips stutter when he feels you trying to line him up, and his head jerks up to look at you. He drinks in your blissed-out features; lip between your teeth, head tilted slightly, eyes closed. So pretty.

Your eyes flutter open at the long pause in his movements, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight.

Cheeks flushed, lips red and swollen, eyes hooded.

You almost let a giggle slip when you see the similarities between his horny face and his drunk face.

"Do you want to take a nap?"

You blink at him.

"I'm sorry?"

The pink tinge that coats his cheeks creeps down his neck, disappearing into the collar of his shirt. "I just thought—"

"What?" you ask, maaaybe a little offended, "you don't wanna fuck me?"

His brows furrow as he sits up, his heels resting under his butt as he stares at you like you've just kicked a puppy before his very eyes. "First of all, I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since you made me pop my first boner at your dumb little pool party—"

"Jeongguk," you cringe, "we were like twe—"

"I've never wanted to fuck someone more than I. want. to. fuck. you." You almost laugh at the serious expression on his face but bite it back when you notice the undertone of worry in his gaze.

"I just want it to be perfect," he sighs, his tattooed hand lifting to brush through his hair, one of his nervous tics. "There's so much I want to do... and I want it all to be, like, perfect... god, Y/N, I'm being such a little bitch—"

"No," you cut him off simply, "you're being really fucking hot."

He looks at you with a slight pout as you shoot him a small smile before sitting up and mirroring his position. Your bare knees touch his that are covered by the gray Celine sweatpants you bought him last Christmas as a stocking stuffer. You're a good deal shorter than him, so your head is tilted up slightly, blinking at him slowly through your lashes.

You watch his gaze soften and you internally smirk. There we go.

You've waited far too long for the man sitting in front of you on your queen-sized bed—staring at you with more lust than you know what to do with—to prolong this any longer.

You can have your perfect night when you're not a week into an unplanned celibacy course, and your clit doesn't feel like it's going to shrivel up and snap off if left unattended any longer.

"If you want to wait, we'll wait." You shrug as you look from his left eye to his right, then down to his swollen lips. "But I haven't touched myself in eight days... And it hurts, Gukkie."

Your head hits the pillow as his mouth is back on yours in an instant. You moan in satisfaction, your lips parting eagerly to let him in further. Your legs wrap back around his waist happily, and your foot trails down to rub soft patterns against his hamstring while his tongue plays with yours.

"This is just a practice run," he grunts as he separates from you, kissing his way down your chest before he gets to the valley of your breasts.

"Yeah, yeah, grace period, whatever you want, baby, just keep going," you blurt in a huff, eyes closed in anticipation as his mouth is about to finally do some damage.

You almost scream when he stops.

You snap your eyes open and look down at the son of a bitch breathing hot air onto your already hot skin while he just smiles at you.

"Say that again."

"Say wha—"

"Baby. You called me baby, say it again."

You stare at him for a moment, your idea to tease him diminishing with the last of your patience.

"Baby," you add a shy pout to really sell it and fiddle with the hem of your shirt, "can you suck on them for a little?"

You watch as Jungkook's smile fades and his eyes unfocus, like he just transported into a different state. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he nods once, almost to himself, before he takes the bottom of your shirt that's ridden up to your belly button and lifts it to rest under your chin. Your tits bounce slightly as they spill from the fabric, and he lets out a soft "fuck" before diving in.

His hot mouth latches to your left nipple, groaning when he feels the bud pebble against his tongue. His lips pucker around the nub, sucking it into his mouth desperately, and he lets out a loud moan. This is it. This is heaven, he thinks.

Your legs shakily unlatch from around his waist, and you rest your feet on the mattress, your knees bent and pressing against his sides while he makes out with your tits.

His teeth graze gently over your nipple before he gives it a little nibble, which causes your back to arch. Doing so forces more of your boob into his mouth and he lets out a low muffled groan through a mouthful of your flesh.

"Mmmf've wanted these in my mouth for a long fucking time..." He slurs when he pulls back. His big hands cup your big tits, his gaze concentrated and focused as he jiggles and plays with them, like he can't believe what he's seeing.

"Do you wanna fuck them?"

Jungkook lets out a loud groan at your filthy words, spoken with such an innocent tone his cock is almost confused as it swells like a fucking water balloon in his pants.

His left hand continues to rub soothingly at one of your tender nipples while the other slips down between you. He looks up at the blurry need in your eyes, and his traveling hand almost misses the waistband of his sweats.

"I always knew you were dirty," he breathes out, the words muffled as he plants soft, wet kisses on each of your nipples, sending shivers down your spine. With a strained groan, he frees his painfully hard erection from the confines of his briefs. "But fuck, baby, this is gonna kill me."

God, the way he says baby. Straight to the fucking core.

You tap his bum with your foot and a pretty smile, sitting up on the bed when he lifts his frame to let you slide out. His angry red cock is flush against his stomach, only the top few inches visible from the briefs that rose back up to cover him.

He lets you usher him to sit at the edge of your bed, his feet digging into your fluffy rug as he tries to ground himself while you settle. Your shirt is still being held up on its own because your tits won't let it fucking fall and Jungkook shakes his head in awe at the sight. Fucking unbelievable.

The moment you kneel on the ground, the tops of your feet flat against the carpet as you lean up slightly, your eyes fixate on his throbbing cock like it's a priceless painting. Jungkook loses his mind.

Your eyes slowly lift to his when you hear his heaved, choky breathing. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you fight the urge to smile. "You're so pretty, Gukkie."

"You're prettier, baby," he replies without missing a beat, one hand supporting his weight on the bed while the other gently caresses your face.

A radiant smile spreads across your lips as you turn your face to place a fleeting kiss on his palm. His lips tug upwards at the action before the air is suddenly ripped from his lungs.

Leaning forward, you pull his briefs fully down, unsheathing his entire shaft. You tug the boxers and sweatpants so they rest under his balls, cooing at the way the elastic slightly pushes up his length, making it even angrier as a dribble of liquid gathers at the tip. You lift his shirt absentmindedly to get it out of the way, and he understands, lifting a hand to the back of the neckline and pulling it off his torso.

You barely have a chance to appreciate his tight abs, tiny waist, sinful ink that coats his skin, or the sparkling Cartier chain that dangles from his neck, a mirror of your own.

Your head tilts as you admire the prettiest dick you've ever had in front of you, each vein and ridge perfectly imperfect, complementing each other in a way that would look strange if a single one were to go missing. "Needa..." you hum, entranced, "get it wet first."

"Fuckkkkk," Jungkook moans as you lean down and lick a fat strip from the base of his balls all the way up his shaft, sucking the tip into your mouth.

Your eyes flutter closed on their own, the feeling of his heavy cock weighing your tongue down, making you drowsy and floaty. The scent of your body wash wafts from his skin, igniting a possessive fire in your gut you didn't even know you had as you suckle at the head. The moment he twitches against your tongue, any thought of titty-fucking flies right out your penthouse window. You're not letting him out of your mouth.

"Ohhh-hhh," he stammers as your tongue focuses on the ridge of his tip, lapping at his frenulum like it's your favorite blueberry flavored lollipop.

His hand, which had dropped back to the bed when you took him in your mouth, lifts to run through your hair, brushing it out of your face when it threatens to get in the way of your masterwork. Your eyes blink open in thanks, looking up at him dazedly, and when you catch his own, he throws his head back with a groan.

"Fuck!" He curses as you hum around his shaft, letting your lips part slightly so saliva can drip from your mouth and trail down his cock. His head snaps up to watch as you keep pushing more spit until you deem there enough before your right-hand lifts to clasp around the member.

Jungkook's eyes roll back, the grunts falling from his lips not even registering in his brain as they spew. "Fuck, baby," he huffs out. You wiggle your fingers until you have a good hold on his cock before giving it a few lazy squeezes to get the blood pumping.

"Fucking fuck!" He's absolutely done for, his entire vocabulary vanishing from his mind as you play with his dick like a joystick. Your tongue gives a final flick to lap up the precum spilling from his glan before you inhale deeply through your nose and start to feed the shaft down your throat.

The walls of your throat contract slightly as his thick girth tests your boundaries, but you push through the resistance and force it further until your lips reach your hand gripping the base of his cock.

"Oh my fucking god," Jungkook almost falls backward, but the hand that's not holding your hair out of the way steadies his balance, shaking as it works to keep him upright.

His hips jerk unconsciously when you move your hand from the base, resting it gently against his balls as you inhale through your nose again and finish him off. "Baby! B-fuck!" Jungkook would like to say that it was a manly groan, but it was a pure and outright whine.

His vocality goes straight to your cunt, your clit aching and throbbing against your underwear, screaming at you to let it breathe. You resist the urge to trail a hand down and relieve the pain, instead using it to cup Jungkook's full ballsack and roll it between your fingers. His whines get louder at that, and you almost smile around his cock.

You wait until you feel the familiar sensation of the cockhead tickling the back of your throat, the automatic gag rising through your entire body, making you swallow harshly against his shaft.

When you swallow, you rid the excess saliva that was in your mouth, so you lift off for a second to gather more. As you do, you look up to your best friend and see him staring down at you like you hung the stars, and the smile finally breaks its way to your lips.

You lean up to give him a kiss, and he meets you halfway, his hand falling from your hair to cup your face as he melts into your mouth. It's short, sweet, and soft, yet it makes your entire body flush with goosebumps.

"I love you so much," Jungkook breathes when you pull away, and you coo at the softy, pressing a gentle kiss against his pretty nose.

"I love you more, my Gukkie," you reply sweetly before returning to the task at hand.

"Not possi—" his words are cut off when you let a stream of saliva drip from your mouth before taking him down in one swift motion.

"Oh," he moans, both hands gathering your hair into a loose ponytail, following the rise and fall of your head as you deepthroat his cock. "Oh, fuck. Yeah, fucking shittt."

You quicken your pace, your right hand like a magnet below your lips, gliding up and down his length as you squeeze it intermittently, picking up on the subtle jerks of his hips. The spit coating his cock squelches with every stroke, the filthy noise echoing in your bedroom, making your hips shift against the heels of your feet. You're so turned on. Why is his dick so fucking pretty?

Your mouth is lethal, dragging all the way until the only thing left in your cave is the tip before gulping all the way back to the base. "Yesss, baby," he chokes, "taking it so well, my baby. So fucking well."

His praise loosens the final screw in your hazy brain, your hand on the base moving to grip his thigh as you gurgle as deep as you can, the tip brushing against your uvula. You gag, hard and loud, spit spilling from your lips as your teary eyes squeeze shut. Your nails dig into his skin, and he lets out the loudest moan of the night, his hips jerking forward roughly, forcing another gag from your throat.

"Mmmmmfh," you moan desperately, squeezing his thigh tightly and running your free hand back to his balls. You roll the sack in your hand, lifting your head up and down his cock with no mercy, sloppily choking on his throbbing length.

His hands tangled in your hair are shaking, his abdomen tensing as he's overwhelmed with pleasure. "God, look at you just taking it all babyy, hhffuckk,” he praises through a grunt, watching the saliva spill out from the corners of your mouth, dripping down to his balls while you fondle them. “Best fucking girl, you know that? Making me feel so fucking good. Just want me to come down your tight little throat, don’t you, my baby?"

Your eyes roll back behind your closed lids as you nod pathetically with a mouthful of his cock. You lift off with a wet pop, your eyes blinking open as you guide your hand from cupping his balls up to his shaft. You jerk him tight and sloppily before leaning down and taking his sac into your mouth. It's big, barely fitting in your mouth, but you force your jaw wider, using your tongue to usher his balls inside.

"Ahhhhffuck," Jungkook whines, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Your tongue laps around his balls ruthlessly as you quicken your tugs on his shaft. When you moan greedily, wiggling your head as the sac pulses and rolls against your tongue, Jungkook feels the familiar sensation flooding his body. It's faster and harder than ever before. He tries to gesture you off him, afraid if he speaks he will lose control, but you don't relent.

"Baby, y-you gotta hop off," he heaves, his ass cheeks clenching together to try and hold off the urge to cum.

"Mm-mm." You hum a no through a mouthful of ballsack, eyes fluttering open to look up at the gorgeous man trying to take away your meal. Your hand, running amok on his cock twists and squeezes, never halting as you blink up at Jungkook through your lashes.

"Ah," he whines with a shake of his head, his hips thrusting into the air, your mouth jolting with the movement as it's attached to his balls. You hum happily, tongue flicking against them. You can't wait to see his cum dripping down his abs—

Your mouth is ripped from his balls, hand unwillingly releasing his cock as he throws you back onto your bed with purpose. "Hey—"

Jungkook swallows your whine with his mouth, cutting off your thoughts at the source when his tongue delves through your lips, lapping at the taste of him lingering on your tongue. He successfully makes you forget what unimportant thing you were going to say as he devours you, your mouths moving together, sloppy and wet.

He pulls your tongue into his mouth and suckles on the muscle while his hand runs gently over your still-exposed nipple before trailing down to your shorts. Jungkook groans around your tongue when he brushes lightly over your heat, feeling the fabric coating your pussy-lips wet to the touch.

With a final suck on your tongue, he lets it slide back into your mouth before parting from your lips. He looks down at the area he's tracing light strokes on, and his cock twitches at the sight.

"Oh, baby..." He coos, his thumb running over the wet patch in awe before looking to you. Your lip is drawn between your teeth as you nibble lightly on the flesh, eyes clouded as you stare at him with a mellow haze. "So wet, pretty... Gukkie didn't give her any attention, and she's all achy now, hmm?"

"Mmhm," you nod softly, the pout on your face still visible even with your lip tugged between your teeth. Jungkook pulls his gaze from his thumb and looks at you, all soft and sweet, just for him.

"Need the ache to go away, don't you, pretty?" He mumbles against your mouth, not applying pressure but just letting your lips rest against each other.

"Yes, please, Gukkie." You respond, voice soft as you stare at his lips patiently, waiting for him to give them to you.

"Good manners, baby," he praises delicately before leaning forward and giving you a slow, gentle kiss. You melt into him, the sound of his pleased sigh making your muscles all mushy.

Jungkook pulls back and then presses three quick, rapid kisses against your lips, making you giggle. That seemed to be his goal when the side of his mouth curved upwards at your laugh as he lifted himself off your frame.

He kicks off his sweatpants the rest of the way, and they fall to the floor next to your bed, but he tucks his still painfully hard cock back into his black briefs to hold it for the time being.

Jungkook looks down at his effortlessly beautiful best friend, lying prettily on her bed, hair sprawled out against the pillow while she waits for him to take her any way he desires. Teenage him would be freaking the fuck out if he could see him right now.

His gaze drags slowly up your body, a lingering moment spent on the meat of your thighs, and he swallows before finally locking onto the space between.

You try to will yourself to be patient despite the aching throb coming from your heat, but your leg betrays you and twitches slightly. Jungkook catches the movement instantly.

"Gonna flip you on your tummy, okay baby?" he says distractedly, eyes never straying from the wet patch on your shorts.

"Oka—"

You don't get to finish your sentence before his hands are on your hips and he flips you as gently as a horny lacrosse captain can. A surprised squeak slips out when your face hits the mattress, and you both giggle, Jungkook leaning down to kiss your shoulder with a soft, sorry pretty.

Jungkook has always been a tits guy. Tried and true. It may have stemmed from growing up with a best friend that he was hopelessly in love with who happened to develop the greatest rack he'd ever seen in his life... But right now, as Jungkook stares at your soft, round asscheeks stuffed into those little cotton sleep shorts, he's beginning to rethink his entire life choices.

He kneels at the edge of the bed, using your ankle to gently pull you further toward him. You slide down the bed without any complaints, trying not to arch your back so you can be even closer to him.

Jungkook continues his ministrations on your curves before trailing up to the waistband of your shorts. He pulls them done, your panties coming with them, and he groans at the way the flesh ripples when released from the fabric. He grabs a greedy handful of each cheek with his big hands and gives them a rough squeeze, relishing in the way you push back into his grip.

"So pretty, my baby," he hums, continuing to knead the flesh as he dips to pepper kisses all over the flushed skin.

You whine, your hips grinding into the bed in an attempt to put some pressure on your ignored clit. He notices your movements and presses one last kiss to your right asscheek before sitting back and pulling your bottoms off fully. They fall into a pile next to his discarded sweatpants, and you breathe a sigh of relief at the freedom from the confines.

When one of Jungkook's hands slips between your belly and the mattress, you can't stop the noise of satisfaction that leaves you when he gently ushers you to your hands and knees. You quickly tug your top the rest of the way off, slinking it over your head and handing it back blindly to Jungkook. He takes it from you instantly, chucking it at the growing pile of clothes next to him.

On instinct, you fall to your forearms, nipples rubbing against your duvet as you arch your back, biting your lip when even the warm air of your bedroom feels cool against your burning cunt.

"Fucking hell..." Jungkook chokes out, the sight of your soaked pussy spread and bearing for him, making his mouth water.

"Ah-fuck!" A high-pitched squeal rips from your throat when he leans down and delivers a long, broad lick up your slit.

He lets out a loud moan into your pussy when you jerk back into him at the feeling. You're so fucking wet from being so worked up, and his cock throbs against his briefs at the taste of your juices leaking onto his tongue. Jungkook's hands slide to the front of your thighs to steady you as he loses himself, his tongue wrapping your clit, sucking the hardening nub messily into his mouth. "Mmmmfh," he sighs contently like he was taking a sip of a well-made café latte instead of feasting on your cunt like a madman.

When he releases your clit, dragging the flat of his tongue from the button all the way to your opening, your knees buckle. "Yes, Gukkie, fuckk yes!" You cry, writhing against his sinful tongue.

Jungkook almost purrs in delight, lapping up the slick between your folds, trying to get every last drop. His tongue finds its way to the entrance of your core, teasingly dipping in and out once, twice, before he loses control and thrusts it as far as it can go. "Uhhh-shhhittt," your head falls forward with a shuddery gasp, your walls clenching around his tongue, pulling a low groan from him.

Jungkook's hands slide up from your thighs to rest on your asscheeks, and before you can process the realization that he hasn't used his fingers on you yet, he's gripping the flesh and pulling you harshly into his face. "Uh!" You moan, your ass flush against his face as he buries himself, nose and tongue, right into your cunt.

"Hhhhhhhhhh," you're not even saying words anymore, just useless, incoherent noises spluttering from your lips as you quiver, grinding your pussy back into his face.

He tries not to focus on your other hole, the tight little puckered fucking one that's basically blinking at him. Taunting him. He closes his eyes as he focuses on losing himself in your pussy. Another day, he thinks.

Jungkook's mouth is covered in your juice, his head shaking from side to side as he drags his tongue furiously around your cunt. The filthy sound of your sopping pussy getting devoured by his tongue resounds around your bedroom, Jungkook's hips rutting into the edge of your bed needily.

"Yes, Gukkie, yes!!! So good babyyyy--ohhh fuckkkk!" You scream, your nails digging into the mattress as you grind your pussy back into his face.

Jungkook's eyes roll back, his moans getting swallowed by your slick folds. Fuck oxygen, he hopes he passes out.

He takes one of the hands resting on your ass and brings a finger to your leaky entrance. He pulls away for a millisecond to suck in a breath before dropping down instantly and enveloping your clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. And with that, he finally pushes his middle finger into your hole.

You try to moan, but with the pressure on your clit and the sensation of finally being filled, the only sound that escapes is a strangled gasp. He lets your clit slip out of his mouth before his tongue quickly darts out to flick against it vigorously, his finger delving deeper into your hole with every jab of his tongue.

Your body shudders as he expertly works his tongue and finger in tandem, each movement driving you closer to the edge. "G-Gukkie, I'm so fucking close," you whimper, your thighs trembling around his head.

Jungkook's free hand tightens on your ass, pulling you even closer as he tries to add a second finger, his eyebrows furrowing at the resistance. "Relax baby, gotta let Gukkie in." He gives a particularly hard tongue of your clit, a pleased hum declared into your pussy when he feels your walls loosen to let his other slip in.

His tongue flicks faster, more determined, as he feels your walls flutter around his digits. He pulls back a hair to mumble against your clit, "You can let go now, my baby. I've got you."

With a harsh flick of his tongue and a curl of his fingers, you tense up. "Oh my fuck, Gukkie, yes!" You cry out, your body convulsing as he pounds against your g-spot with his thick fingers. Your eyes roll back, a final scream ripping from your throat as you shatter, your orgasm ripping you apart from the inside out.

Jungkook doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers relentless as they pull every last drop of pleasure from your shaky core. The hand of his that is still gripping your ass slips up to gently rub against your back when you collapse into the mattress.

Tears well in your eyes as Jungkook delivers a final drag of his tongue from your bud to your hole, swallowing every last drop of juice leaking from your cunt. He withdraws his fingers carefully, replacing them with soft, soothing strokes along your inner thighs.

It takes you a solid minute to come down from your high, your limbs still tingling from the hardest orgasm you've had in, well, ever. Jungkook continues his soft strokes against your thighs while you catch your breath, his head spinning and mouth still coated in your remnants.

"I get it now." Your voice is muffled by the comforter you face planted into, and you currently don't have the strength to get up.

"Hm?" Jungkook hums amusedly, his hand still tracing gently over your skin.

"Why girls always want your dick so bad. I get it now. If your tongue is that good, fucking hell..."

Jungkook snorts, leaning down to press a kiss on your lower back before flopping down to lay next to you. You finally lift your head from the blanket to look at your best friend, who's already smiling down at you, his tattooed arm tucked behind his head while he rests against the headboard.

His brow raises when you giggle suddenly and sit up. He doesn't have time to admire your bare tits almost in his face when your hand lifts up to his mouth. You're still giggling as you wipe at the shiny substance that coats his lips. A shocked gasp leaves Jungkook's lips, and he grabs your hand in a flash, his eyes holding clouds of pure betrayal.

"Why would you do that?" He's genuinely upset!

It's your turn to snort this time, lifting a leg over his lap so you're straddling him. "I'm sorry, Gukkie." You entertain him with an amused eye roll, leaning in to plant a sweet kiss against his lips.

Jungkook dissolves into the kiss, about to deepen it when you pull away. His eyes snap open, ready to protest, when suddenly your tongue flicks out, dragging flat across his lips to gather your slick that coats his mouth.

"Mm," you hum, making sure to get every bit around the corner of his lips and even the speck of gloss you see on the tip of his nose.

Jungkook is frozen. His cock thrashes against his briefs as he stares at you in complete awe, your tongue sliding back into your mouth to swallow the juices—your juices—that you just lapped up from his fucking lips.

Your lip darts between your teeth as you try not to laugh at his darkened expression. Looking down at the source of the throbbing against your bare pussy, you let out a teasing coo. "That looks really sore, Gukkie..."

Jungkook swallows. He needs to calm down or he's going to pin you into the mattress and fuck you open, raw.

"It is." He manages to choke out.

You pout, lifting your gaze back to him. "Don't want you to be sore."

"You don't?" He returns softly, dragging his hand over your bare thigh.

You shake your head so cutely that he almost shivers. You lean closer, gaze flickering from his pretty nose and then back to his eyes. "I could make the pain go away if you want..."

"Yeah? You wanna make Gukkie feel better, pretty?"

You nod, the hazy feeling taking over again as he runs his hands gently up your hips, resting gently on the swell of your ass.

You lift off him slightly, his hands moving with you as they're glued to your bum. Jungkook bites his lip at the wet patch you left on his boxers, and he thanks God he did because it muffles the pitchy groan that escapes him when your hand slithers beneath his waistband.

His eyes flutter shut when you give his painfully red cock a few gentle strokes, his head dropping back to hit the headboard.

"Baby," you giggle, "you're so fucking hard."

He lifts his head to give you a deadpanned fucking obviously look, and you just snicker, leaning forward to kiss his pouty lips.

"Oh no. Fuck."

He jerks forward slightly at your serious tone, his hands moving from your butt to cup the one of yours that froze around his dick worriedly. "Huh? What's wrong?"

Your eyes soften as you don't respond verbally, a devastated look clouding your gaze. He sits up seriously now. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I don't have any condoms." Your brows are pulled together so tightly, which Jungkook still doesn't like, but he releases a breath at your words.

"Fuck, Y/N. Don't do that. You scared me, I thought you were hurt or something." His head falls back to rest against your headboard in relief instead of pleasure this time.

You frown. "Why aren't you upset? Oh, did you bring some?" Jungkook almost laughs at the thought, lifting his head to watch as you release his dick to glance behind you at his overnight bag.

"What-no, baby. Of course I didn't bring condoms. This is probably the last thing I ever expected to happen."

Your pout is in full swing now, turning back to Jungkook with a very unhappy look. He just shakes his head at your pretty face, planting his hands on the mattress beside him and pushing up to press your lips to his.

When you pull away, Jungkook is about to ask if you want to grind on him over his briefs because he would be finished in approximately thirty seconds—

"I'm on the pill." You say softly.

He swallows. "I know."

"Do you-are you clean?"

"Yeah," he chokes out, "haven't ever not used a condom. And tested after that scare the other week with...uh..."

"Did you really forget her name?" You squint, shaking your head incredulously at his genuine look of confusion.

"I-uh, yeah I don't know... All I remember is that it kinda burned when I peed—"

You roll your eyes. "Her name," you press a quick kiss to his lips, "was Yejin."

"Ohh, yeah—"

"You also did that stupid 10-packet spicy ramen challenge that day." Another quick kiss to his lips.

"Hey, that was for a fundraiser—"

"And I'm clean... Tested with Mingyu."

"Oh." Jungkook's heartbeat picks up. Not at the Mingyu part, okay maybe a little, but mostly at the fact that you're hinting at him taking you fucking raw right now.

Your lips purse, his response suddenly making you feel stupid for asking. Jungkook picks up on the look instantly, his hands cradling your face when you try to look away.

"Baby," you're about to apologize when he continues, "it's your choice. I'd fuck you wrapped in a garbage bag if you asked me to."

Your lips wiggle as you try not to smile, looking back at him with a glint in your eyes. "You're really cute, Gukkie."

"Oh?" He hums, "I thought I was a pussy eating God... but cute works too I guess."

You snicker, falling into his lips and he swallows your soft giggles with his tongue. "So humble," you whisper against his lips when you break away.

Jungkook's about to tease further, but you don't give him the chance, your hand slipping back down to wrap around his shaft. A soft shudder leaves him, his hands falling from your face to grip your ass again, squeezing it firmly.

You're still a bit sensitive, but nothing you can't handle, and you shift forward a little so the lips of your pussy press against his length.

"Oh-fuck." He moans at the feeling of a bare pussy on his cock. And it's your pussy. Holy fuck.

You place both your hands on his thick thighs, leaning back to get the right angle before you slide your hips up and down, dragging his length through your wet slit. Jungkook's hands sprawl over your back when you lean back, cradling you almost, and he keens at the sloppy, squishy sounds that fill the room.

Your clit is alive again, thumping against his cock every time it drags through your lips, and you heave out a strained moan at the fresh wave of arousal that washes over you.

Your hand pushes against Jungkook's chest gently as you sit up, determined. He lets himself fall back against the headboard, face flushed, neck vein visible, while he watches intently. Your knees press into the mattress on either side of his thighs as you lean forward, your hand reaching behind you blindly to grip his shaft before you line it up with your entrance.

Your brows furrow, and you bite your bottom lip hard as you try to press the bulbous head in. Your opening does its best to stretch around the intruder and you let out a relieved whine when it finally gets sucked in.

"Fuck." Jungkook whimpers, his head slamming back hard against the headboard. Your walls burn as you struggle to accommodate his huge length, and he can fucking feel it.

You let the tingles flooding up your spine settle for a second. Then, you take a big breath, and drop.

"Mother fuckkkkk." Jungkook groans, his hands squeezing your ass tightly in shock as you take his entire length in one go.

Your eyes are closed, head thrown back in pleasure as you bask in the feeling for a moment. Every inch of you is filled with his thick girth. You've never felt so full and so fucking good.

You're so wet. So warm. So tight. Jungkook is grateful for the pause in your movements because he thinks he actually would've fucking come if you—

Your hips lift up until all that's remaining in you is his fat cockhead before you sink back down and take it all in one swoop.

Lewd noises spew from his lips as he forces his eyes to stay open, watching you swallow his cock over and over and over.

"So fucking good at that, baby, shit..." Jungkook grunts.

Your nails dig into his thighs at the praise, your head lifting back up to look at him as you increase your pace.

You begin to move faster, riding him with an increasing intensity that makes the bed creak beneath you. The friction and fullness send waves of pleasure through your body, making you gasp and moan. Your hands find his shoulders, using them as leverage as you bounce on his length harder.

"Godssooo fucking good," you pant, your voice a breathless slur. "So deep, Gukkie. C-can feel it in my tummy."

Jungkook's hands slide up your back with a growl, pulling you closer until your chests are pressed together. He captures your lips in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as the rhythm of your hips grows more frantic. The slick sounds of your bodies slamming together fills the room, enveloping you both in desire.

Breaking the kiss, Jungkook's lips trail down your neck, sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. "Taking it so good, my baby," he worships against your collarbone. "So fucking perfect."

The praise spurs you on, your movements becoming pathetically desperate as you chase your release. You can feel the burning tension coiling in your core, ready to snap, when suddenly his feet move to plant themselves into your mattress and he begins to thrust up into you.

"Oh fuck yes, fuck!" You gasp, your knees trembling as he plows relentlessly into you from below.

"Shittttt," he groans, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls you up and down on his cock, balls slapping against your ass as he pistons furiously into your pussy. "So good at riding cock, baby, taking it all like a proper fucking slut."

You cry loudly at his words, your nails digging into his shoulder slightly as you writhe against his thrusts. "It's the pilates," you choke out, "developed good core strength. Great for riding dick."

Jungkook lets out a loud laugh, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck while his thrusts get even deeper. He feels your walls tighten around him sorely, and he heaves a shaky breath before slipping a tattoed hand between you two, thumb attaching to your clit. Your fucked-out uh-uh-uh’s echoes in his ears with every plunge of his cock, fueling him to go harder.

The sloppy bud twitches under his touch, his thumb slipping from how soaked you are, but he doesn't back down. He chases the hard nub and flicks it in time with his thrusts, cock jittering as you let out your loudest moan of the night.

"I'm gonna come, Gukkie. I-I'm gonna fucking come! Oh my goddddd!" you're bouncing on him wildly, your walls clenching furiously with no pattern, completely run with pleasure that you can't control it.

"Come on, baby," he whines through a thrust, his balls squeezing as you get impossibly tighter, begging to let them release their fluids, "Ohh-h-ffuck, can I come too, baby? Can I come in you? Oh fuck, fuck."

You don't even get to answer as you completely shatter, your orgasm taking control over your whole body that you swear you see the light. You cry out his name as best you can, your body convulsing, shaking around his length.

You can't possibly speak as you collapse against his chest but as you fall, you see the pained look in his eyes as he tries not to come. You want it so bad. More than you've ever wanted anything in your life. Before you know what you're doing, your thighs tighten around his legs, your mouth moves to the nape of his neck, and you bite. Hard.

Jungkook spasms, the deepest growl of a moan rips through his throat as he throws his head back and cums, deep and hot, right into your cunt. You whimper around the chunk of flesh captured between your teeth, his thick load tickling your walls as it fills your hole.

You feel complete.

Jungkook's hands gently stroke your back, grounding you as you come down from your high. Nothing but the sound of both your heavy breathing fills your ears before Jungkook breaks the silence. "You did so well, baby."

Your tongue laps and licks softly at the skin of his neck to soothe the subtle teeth marks you left, and he lets out a pleased noise through a shiver. Your head lifts to look into his eyes, a hazy smile spreading across your face when you take in his blissed-out features. "I didn't know sex could feel like that."

Jungkook's eyes flutter open at your words, his stomach clenching in pure joy that his softening cock still tucked up inside of you even lets out a shudder. "Yeah?" He asks softly, a hand lifting to tuck some of your messy hair behind your ear.

"Yeah," you nod with a flutter of your eyes at his gentle touches, "the fact it was you was probably the main factor," you mumble dreamily against his neck when you rest your head on his shoulder, "but that was still the best dick I've ever had."

His heart swells infinitely. You were by far the best pussy he's ever had, but he didn’t think you would share such a thought. He should've known by now that if you are many things, predictable is not one of them.

You wrap your legs around his waist, nuzzling into his neck happily as his cock stays plugged inside of you, keeping his load intact and secure.

Jungkook's arms slink under your arms gently so he can pull you even closer, wrapping you around his chest (and his length) like a koala.

"This has been the greatest night of my entire life, Y/N." He whispers honestly against your cheek before pressing a soft kiss into the skin. "Thank you."

You hum contently, tilting your head up slightly to look at him with a pretty smile. "I love you, Gukkie."

"I love you, pretty." He replies, peppering your lips with another three quick kisses, smiling in satisfaction when another you give him another giggle.

You let the comfortable silence wrap you for a moment before breaking it. "Do we have any pasta left from dinner?"

The mention of dinner makes him think for a moment. He cooked pasta for the two of you, which you ate not long before coming into your room. You ate before sex. And you don’t look like you feel sick.

He gazes down at you, his smile broadening, heart fluttering. "'Course, I made heaps. Are you hungry?"

"Mhm."

"C'mon then," he says, giving your bum a gentle pat, ready to lift you off him and clean you up before feeding you.

"'nna minute..." You mumble sleepily against his neck, and he stops his movements, hands settling back to rub soothing strokes on your bum.

"You want me to carry you, don’t you?" he teases, suppressing a smirk as he feels you clench around him absentmindedly at him reading your thoughts.

"Noo...." your voice trails off, not even trying to conceal your lie. Jungkook chuckles softly, feeling your smile against his skin.

He makes sure he has a tight grip on you, and you him, before he carefully lifts both of you from the bed. He leads you into your ensuite, his long arm reaching out to snatch some toilet paper and a clean hand towel from your shelf as he gently places you on the sink counter.

Jungkook captures the liquid that seeps from your core with the paper as he slowly withdraws. He gives you a chuckly sorry when you wince a little, the thick head of his cock tugging at your walls as he retreats. He presses a sweet kiss to your lips to distract you and slips out with a final tug.

After discarding the used toilet paper, he dampens the towel with warm water and tenderly runs it over your core gently, pulling a pleased sigh from your lips.

Watching your best friend in awe through half-lidded eyes, he makes sure to thoroughly clean up the mess on and in your pussy before he half-heartedly uses the towel to wipe at his wet length.

He chucks the rag into the laundry hamper on the other side of the large bathroom. It lands directly in the basket from his athletic skills, and he turns to you with a cocky smirk.

You shake your head in amusement, "you're a loser."

"Don't talk to me like that, gonna get me hard again."

Your eyes widen in mock shock, before you giggle into his chest. "Knew you'd be into shit like degradation... Just had this feeling."

"Only with you though." It's cliché, but he means it.

You lift your head from his chest. "Only for me, huh?"

Jungkook nods, still standing between your legs as you look up at him from your bathroom counter. His gaze turns a little more serious. "Only yours."

Your head tilts as you blink up at the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen in your life. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Jungkook responds instantly and certainly. His thumbs tremble nervously against your thighs while he waits for your response, and they pull to a halt when you lean up to rest your mouth against his.

"Good," you murmur softly against his pouty lips, "because I'm all fucking yours."

END.

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long way home 01 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.6k

rating: pg

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, fluff, little bit of angst

warnings: ppl making out, groping, oc lowkey sending jk half nudes LMAO, bebi🥺, oc being a cockblock🙄, typical f2l angst but it's rlly not that deep

summary: the one where you babysit jungkook's baby and somehow let the night end up with being a cockblock for him.

a/n: so it's 4 am for me rn but yay let's start a new jk series and see how this one will go🤪🧍‍♀️

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

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"If she throws a tantrum and won't sleep then lay one of my shirts beside her. That'll keep her settled."

Spraying a few pumps of the familiar perfume Jungkook always uses he walks back to the kitchen.

"Could you warm this up for her? I'm trying to figure out what flavour in baby food she likes but so far she liked none of the ones I bought." He holds said jar of baby food in the air. "If she ends up not liking it - you know where the milk is. Oh and also-"

"Jungkook." You grab his arms when he's back, standing in front of you in the hallway.

"Huh?" Confused at being interrupted while he was giving you the instructions threw him off track. He looks at you with big doe eyes.

"Calm down. I've got this. It's not like this is the first time I'm watching her."

"I know but this is the first time you're watching her in the night, so you have to know her night routine."

"You're right, but you have already told me everything on the phone the other night, remember?" You smile when realisations blooms on Jungkook's face.

"That's....true, yeah, I've already told you everything."

Brushing your fingers through his dark fluffy hair you say, "Tell me, why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous? I'm totally fine. I'm great, actually."

You roll your eyes. "You gotta stop trying to lie, Koo. We know each other since high-school, I know when you're lying." Arching your eyebrow you continue, "What are you so nervous for?"

"I'm not-" Seeing your expression, he surrenders. "It's just...It's been a while, you know?"

You nod, compassion flickering in your eyes. Seeing that this is his first time having a date after five months of taking care of his little girl you can imagine how anxious he feels.

"I know it can be scary, but honestly? Don't worry, women swoon over you just by you walking past them, get heart shaped eyes, and I could swear they picture themselves with you in their future." Hm. Sounds like teenager you, if you're gonna be completely honest.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, taking your hands in his, squeezing them for reassurance.

"Send me updates as always, please?"

"Sure." You tiptoe to peck his cheek. "Have fun tonight."

"I'll try to be not too late, okay?"

"It's fine, I have Nabi and the book you bought me for this whole evening."

"You haven't read it yet?"

"I told you I like Urban Fantasy and not High Fantsay."

"I bet there isn't a huge difference in the genres," he defends.

"There is, but I have no time to educate you on this topic because else you will be late to your date," you explain, pushing his body towards the door - he obviously wouldn't budge an inch by your strength and only hurries to the door because he didn't realise how late it is already - and shoo him out of the house. "Nabi and I will have the best night of our life's, have fun at your date, daddy!"

"The diapers, y/n! Don't forget to use the new brand! Nabi doesn't like the old ones anymore!" he calls as he walks down the stairs.

Something that feels close upon regret and sadness squeezes your heart when you watch him get into his car through the window.

You're thirty minutes into the first episode of a new kdrama that you have started when Nabi's wailing echoes through the entirety of Jungkook's apartment.

"Hii little one," you coo. "Yeah I know, I know. You're so hungry, aren't you?" You take Nabi from her crib, holding her against your chest. Her cries calm a bit. Nabi is used to you. Which only makes sense, because you've been there for her since she was born.

"Let's see..." you mutter, scrutinising the jar of baby food when you arrive in the kitchen. "Potato flavour? Nabi you have to like this. Everyone likes potatoes." Nabi utters a giggle every time you say potato, so the next five minutes you spend holding her in your lap and saying potato in that silly little baby voice that you sometimes use to talk to her.

When she looks into your eyes with her own doe ones, the one that are literally a replica of Jungkook's, you heart warms. She is the cutest little butterfly you've ever seen and you're so glad that Jungkook trusts you enough to let you spend time with her.

You still remember when Jungkook ignored you for two weeks and you thought he is doing it again. But then, one night, you got a call at an ungodly hour. You didn't check on who called you, just answered the phone. It was his drained voice that spoke the words I need you to you and you didn't question it once. Because those were the exact words that you once said to him and you remember how forlorn you've felt. You drove to his place in your ridiculous pj's to be met with a tiny little baby in Jungkook's big arms.

And now it's five months later and you cannot imagine a life without Nabi. It's like she has always been here.

You prepare her baby food while sitting her down on her highchair. She whines a little when you let her go, but you quickly soothe her and distract her with a pacifier.

She takes the first bite cautiously and you watch her with expectant eyes, hoping that she'll like the taste.

"It's so delicious, isn't it?" you coax. After eating her first bite she smiles up at you and you feel the proudest you've felt today. You smile too and scoop up more of the baby food. She leans closer, opening up her tiny mouth.

As you feed her some more you start recording a video of her eating the baby food and send it to Jungkook.

you

i think the problem was you koo

see how she loves it?

baby daddy

🙄

what flavour is it?

need to buy more of that

you

potato

baby daddy

ure kidding

that was the first thing i fed her

she hated it

you

well

just like i assumed

the problem was who fed her

baby daddy

you're coming over every day now

you

i am already tho

baby daddy

true

but i need you to babysit her for more nights

i think i'll be out for some more dates

you

is she nice?

baby daddy

more like

perfect

you

that's good

im glad

isn't she wondering why you're on your phone

baby daddy

i already told her that im checking up on my baby

you

dropped the b-bomb already ?

baby daddy

i need to

package deal, remember?

they say no to nabi and i say no to them

hey

why do you have sm time texting me

aren't you supposed to watch nabi

You take a picture from your perspective, Nabi on your lap, fidgeting and playing with some strands of your hair. There's some food smeared around her mouth. That picture gives him a good look into your cleavage you realise as you press send, but that's nothing compared to the images he got to see on account of years of friendship and Jungkook always being the one you called when you got too wasted.

you

she's having a fun time without her daddy

baby daddy

give her a kiss for me

i miss her

you

🙄

it's been like an hour or so

relax

and now put your phone away you don't wanna be rude and be on your phone for too long

baby daddy

right

okay

An hour later you manage to put Nabi to sleep. Sometimes she opened her eyes and tiredly watched you through her long lashes and you had to stop yourself from cooing at her. Eventually she fell asleep after resisting the tiredness that overcame her when you swayed her in your arms. It hasn't happened often yet but every time Nabi falls asleep in your arms it feels like the best gift in the entire world. Jungkook probably feels the double amount of emotions when she falls asleep in his embrace since he is her dad but you also took part of raising her and always have that particular feeling blooming in your chest when she shows her comfort in your presence.

You sit down on Jungkook's couch with the book he bought for you a while ago. There wasn't a specific reason why he got it for you. From time to time Jungkook likes surprising you with little gifts.

One morning he randomly showed up with a bouquet of flowers at the coffee shop you work at and you felt all the eyes of the grannie's and grandpa's on you, a warm knowing smile on their faces. You were flustered because flowers seemed to be a more intimate gift than any other thing but you tried to play it off and accepted the pretty flowers.

You don't know how much time has passed but you're already halfway through the book when you hear your phone ringing.

"Yeah?" you ask, confused as to why Jungkook is calling you.

"Hey so uh, I'll be home in about ten minutes. And I thought I'd call you to say you can already head home since it's late. Just lock the door with the keys when you head out."

You're even more confused. "It's fine, Jungkook. I can wait ten minutes."

"No, you're probably tired. And don't you have an early shift in the café tomorrow?"

Well, if he thinks 11 am is early then that's up to him.

"Are you sure?" you ask. Jungkook's overprotective attitude is nowhere to be found right now and that fact alone is pretty concerning.

"Yeah, I'll be home in a few. There's nothing to be worried about."

"Uh, well, if you say so. Then....see you tomorrow I guess?"

"Good night!"

After the call you don't move. Continue sitting on Jungkook's couch and stare at the wall. You pretty much decided from Jungkook's first offer to go home that you won't do what he says. Maybe you're the overprotective one now but you won't leave Nabi alone at home.

You grab your purse and gather your stuff. Bringing the leftovers of cookies - the one from the grocery store that Jungkook absolutely hates (he claims that the ones at your coffee shop are the best in the world) but despite his disgust he still buys them for you every time he goes out for groceries - back in the kitchen.

You shortly stop by at Nabi's nursery room. She's peacefully sleeping and not screaming at the top of her lungs at every hour like she used to in the beginning. Jungkook almost went insane when Nabi wouldn't stop screaming but you were there and if there's one thing in the world that you're the absolute best at then it's keeping Jungkook calm when he's close to exploding.

While watching Nabi so many memories of the past months flood your mind and you can't help but smile. It was hard and exhausting raising a newborn but with Jungkook even the impossible seemed possible.

You resist the urge to give her a good night kiss on her chubby cheeks. You slowly close the door so the hallway light won't disturb her but then you hear the front door opening and stop midst your movement.

You can already picture Jungkook's face when he sees you here and maybe he will be mad for a moment because you didn't listen to him - yeah, you can admit that this happened a lot of times already but sometimes Jungkook can be really unreasonable so it's not your fault.

You walk down the hallway, already accepting your fate when you hear something. Not something but someone. Someone is moaning.

And you're so bewildered that you keep walking because what the hell is he doing? But when you round the corner and see what the hell he is doing you wish you would have listened to him.

He's pressing a girl against the wall and moving his lips over hers in a frantic manner and his hands are, well... they're wandering pretty much everywhere on the woman's body in the span of the five seconds that you're standing there.

You know you have to do something to make both of them aware of your presence. But your state of panic doesn't allow your mind to think straight so you just utter "Jungkook?" in an abashed tone and want to dissolve into nothingness right after you say it.

Both of them instantly get off of each other like lightning struck them.

"Y/n?" Jungkook asks in confusion, his breathing fast and heavy.

"Hi."

"I told you to go," he reminds you, kinda sounding annoyed.

You want to narrow you eyes at that. He didn't tell you to go. He offered you to go home.

"Got distracted. I'm leaving now. Good night you two," you say and feel so awkward while grabbing your things and walking past them to finally head home.

The next day you still feel the burning feeling of embarrassment haunting you. It only gets worse when Jungkook visits the coffee shop during your shift with Nabi strapped to his chest.

"A caramel frappucino and two double chocolate cookies please," you hear him ordering at the register. It's the same order. Every day.

As you start preparing his order he walks to stand in front of you, waiting.

"Morning," he greets you and you reply with a short smile. He has his palm rested at the back of Nabi's head.

"Sorry about yesterday," you mumble. At the sound of your voice Nabi cranes her neck and tries to get you into her view. She whines a little when she can't and Jungkook stands sideways to give Nabi what she wants. Nabi smiles when she sees you and you give her a small nose scrunch before setting your attention back to Jungkook.

"Why did you stay?"

"I mean, how was I suppose to know you were about to hook up with you date?" you defend yourself. "Could've warned me at least." You huff.

"I tried to," he reasons but you roll your eyes.

"Next time you try to get me out of your apartment just tell me you're gonna have sex, okay?"

Jungkook gasps a little, putting his hands on Nabi's ears. "Watch your words."

You set his frappucino along with the cookies on the tray.

"Bet Nabi even heard worse things last night."

"My snores aren't that bad."

You sigh. "I'm not talking about that, dummy."

"Well, after you left we just watched a movie and then she called a cab. Nothing happened."

You grimace. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry." He hands one of the cookies to you with a sincere smile. You take it and take a bite. He does it every morning. Offering you one of the cookies that he ordered. And you always gladly take one because they're even more delicious than the grocery store ones.

It wasn't your intention to ruin the ending of Jungkook's date night yesterday, but you can't help feeling relief warming your heart. This was Jungkook's first date since his relationship with Nabi's mother came to an end, and you don't want him to end up crushed and heartbroken again.

That feeling of relief is obviously just there out of concern for him and not because that small teenage crush, that sometimes makes your heart skip a beat when he looks at your eyes for a second too long, is thundering in your chest with hope.

Nope, definitely not because of that.

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Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you're just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you're also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you've taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

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Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

A/N: hello! this is going to feel more like a series of drabbles with an overarching plot rather than a traditional series. also please note that only certain chapters will contain smut (ill mark the ones that do). this particular chapter has no smut

Art class isn’t supposed to be scary, but that doesn’t stop you from taking the furthest possible seat from where all the chatty people are getting acquainted before the new semester officially begins. Maybe you fucked up. Maybe you should’ve picked a seat closer to all those extroverts, and maybe you would’ve naturally fallen into their circle. Or not. You wouldn’t blame them.

You decide you’re fine right where you are. It gives you the space you need to ensure no one else sees the internal chaos reflected in the whites of your eyes whenever it comes to social interactions. You’re the opposite of a social butterfly, and it’s at times like this when you wonder how the fuck some like you has such a huge social media following—503,448 followers to be exact. It’s not your personality (you’re too much of an introvert for anyone to really get to know you). It’s not your face (you haven’t posted a single photo of yourself on your account). So it has to be your art.

And although you’re a lover of all different art forms, your true love lies with ink on skin. It’s a bit unexpected for someone like you, a soft girl with not a single drop of ink on her own arms. But regardless of your unassuming appearance and quiet nature, you’ve won over countless people who proudly wear your art on their skin. That’s the business you built for yourself from nothing more than a passion you’d always kept close to your heart.

So maybe you should stop worrying so much about making good first impressions. Your art will break the ice for you.

“Is this seat open?” A finger with a fine crown etched into it points at the spot across from you. Your eyes follow a long sleeve of eyeballs, text, and rock ’n’ roll up to a handsome face with too many piercings to count. He fits the description of someone you’d only heard rumors about but never saw in the flesh. Tatts and piercings? Check. Man bun? Check. Hot as fuck?

You take a quick glance at the boy as a whole. Some of his features are surprisingly soft. His eyes are enormous, his nose is adorable, and his lips are the prettiest pink you’ve ever seen—1775 C in Pantone if you had to guess. He even smells nice. Fuck. Definitely hot as fuck but also lowkey cute.

“Yeah, go ahead,” you say while trying to get your heart rate under control. He nods and pulls his earbuds out as he takes a seat. He uses his phone screen to check his reflection, making more of an effort to rub a speck of who-knows-what off his lip than to make small talk with you. This person is someone who clearly doesn’t give a fuck where he sits, and it’s sad that you’re envious of that.

“Hey, nice tatts, bro,” another guy calls out as he passes by your new neighbor.

“Thanks,” he calls back. It isn’t long before he’s back to his phone. You wonder if he’s too absorbed in his own reflection to hear the girls talking about him at the other table.

“I told you we should’ve sat over there.”

“Does he have a girlfriend?”

“That’s Jeon Jungkook, isn’t it?”

Aha. Jeon Jungkook. That name rings a bell. You whip out your phone and search him up. It only takes a few seconds to find that his Instagram @ArtOfKooking has quite a following too. You scroll through his most recent posts but find none of this “art” that he speaks of in his handle aside from what’s visible on his arm. Imagine having 100k followers just for being an attractive human.

Your mindless scrolling comes to an abrupt stop at a black and white photo from a few months back. He weaves his fingers through his long locks with a killer gaze. You take back what you said about the lack of art on his page. It turns out the boy himself is a work of art and he knows it.

You suddenly remember why you’d avoided searching Jungkook up when your friend Seokjin first mentioned him to you a while back. The last thing you wanted was to fall victim to a pretty face with excellent taste in body art—a deadly combination and one of your biggest weaknesses. But it’s already too late. Your thumb double-taps the photo to trigger the little heart animation.

Wait.

You study his profile again and identify a bigger problem than your tiny crush on a boy who’s probably going to get you into a lot of trouble. Jungkook follows your tattoo account, which means he’s going to get a big fat notification that you liked his photo from months ago, which means you must’ve been scrolling through his posts for some time, which means you’re clearly intrigued by him, which means you’re actually fucked.

Thank god your professor finally starts the class. You need some sort of distraction from the first-world problem you currently find yourself in with the fine specimen sitting across from you.

“Let’s start with an exercise with the person sitting across from you.” You already hate this professor. “To get better acquainted with your classmates, I want you to draw whatever your partner requests in your own style. The request can be as specific or vague as you want. Oh, and no dick pics or boobs, please. I was told to keep the first day as clean as possible.”

With the assignment underway, you and Jungkook both pull out your sketchbooks. Yours looks practically new despite being halfway filled. His looks like a dinosaur stepped on it with more than a few pages falling out. Without saying a word, he slides his sketchbook over to you, inviting you to snoop around inside his world and waiting for an invitation of his own. Your sketchbook is too heavy to slide across the table, so he watches patiently as you push your sketchbook to him inch by inch until he picks it up with a silent chuckle. Great, he already thinks your weird.

The physical state of his sketchbook is deceptively sloppy. There are probably more torn-out pages than actual drawings, but you have to admit you like what you find. His style is a tad chaotic yet somehow in good taste. You can easily picture these designs somewhere on his body, and perhaps they already are.

Your favorite detail is that everything is in ink.

“You’re incredible,” he says, flipping through your pages. “You’re like those YouTubers who draw soda bottles and shit as if it's sitting on the page in real life. You know what I mean?”

“Thanks,” you nod. The compliment is oddly specific and not exactly your niche or platform, but you do get what he means. You have a knack for replicating what you see. If you were to copy a barcode line by line, it’d probably fool the scanner. That’s the level of precision in your work.

“Ah, I got it.” He twirls his pen around. “Can you draw my arm drawing whatever you want me to draw?”

“Sure.” Of course Jeon Jungkook wants you to draw him. Sounds on-brand for someone who is quite possibly in love with himself. But maybe you can use that trait of his to your advantage. “I want you to draw your next tattoo.”

You see his eyes shift from your art to your face. He studies you for a moment. If you had to guess, he probably doesn’t believe someone like you is actually interested in his tattoos. After all, most tattoo enthusiasts are identified by the ink they proudly wear on their sleeves. Meanwhile, your version of a sleeve is cozy, knitted, oversized, and void of any ink.

“What if I drew one for you instead?” He places the pen down on the blank page in front of him and stretches his arms up toward the ceiling. The upper section of his sleeve peeks out from his black tee. It's even more intense than his forearm. “I’m kind of over the thrill of injecting ink into my veins.”

“Oh…” That’s most definitely not the response you were expecting. Maybe you shouldn’t have assumed that someone with a lot of tattoos wouldn’t mind one more. How dare you make such a bold assumption. You'll never open your mouth again.

“I’d much rather taint someone else,” he hums. His tone is light but his eyes are dark as they pierce the air between you and him. You’d really like to see him try.

“Art can be tainted by people, but people can’t be tainted by art,” you respond. As introverted as you are, you gain a sense of comfort to speak your mind when it comes to an art form that has defined your life thus far. “Unless they have a tattoo of their ex. Then I guess they’re kind of fucked.”

“Truer words have never been spoken. I knew I liked you.” Oh. His nose crinkles and his laugh is much softer than expected. He picks up his pen and starts drawing heavy smooth lines. “I was just fucking with you, by the way. You can never have too many tattoos, right?”

You nod as if you also have a full sleeve of eyeballs and rock ’n’ roll. That’s when you notice he’s drawing in your sketchbook as if what’s yours is his. Whether intentional or not on his end, you don’t really want to swap back.

“I don’t think the professor intended for us to draw in each other’s sketchbook,” you point out as you follow his lead and start marking up the next blank page in the Jurassic artifact. You outline the positions of Jungkook’s arm, your sketchbook, and the top of his sketchbook from your perspective.

“I like it better this way,” he says. His lines are starting to come together, but you still have no idea what it’s supposed to be. You just have to trust the process. “It’ll give me something to remember you by.”

“You make it sound like I’m going to be dead by sunrise.” You try not to look at the smile that forms on his face when you say that. Instead, you focus on the details in his tattoos and transfer them onto your page. Some of the tattoos match the style found in his sketchbook, and it’s not a coincidence. “How many of your tattoos are your own design?”

Jungkook puts a pause on his drawing to examine his arm and run some calculations in his head. His answer isn’t a number. “I lost track, but maybe you can count them for me.”

He gives you a better look at all the art on his arm. He’s practically asking for your attention, and a part of you hates that you’re so quick to give it. Your innocent soul diligently counts all of the ones you assume to be in Jungkook’s style. You count around five. But then it hits you. You don’t know how many other tattoos are beneath his clothes and where they might be hiding.

“How many others are hidden?” you ask.

He shrugs. “Let me know when you’ve found them all.”

It takes you a minute to wrap your innocent head around what he’s implying. You imagine he might have one on his ribs—that’s the most attractive spot you’ve come across as a tattoo artist. But in what scenario are you going to find a shirtless Jeon Jungkook in front of you? Clients strip down for you all the time in the name of art, but it’s not like Jungkook is aware of your inking business. So the only way you’d ever thoroughly explore his bare body is if—

Your mouth forms a tiny O, but no words come out. In fact, you find it pretty hard to do anything at the moment, so you just watch as the boy continues on with his mysterious design. He definitely knows what he’s drawing, and yet you can’t seem to crack the code.

“You’re fun to tease, Y/N,” Jungkook says, nonchalantly flipping your sketchbook back to the inside cover to make sure he got your name right. Of course you’re That Girl with your name written in fancy font on your fucking sketchbook. And of course he’s going to tease you about every quirky thing you do. “I really hope you aren’t dead by sunrise.”

“Unlikely.” You realize you’ve regained your ability to function properly and point to his work in progress. “But if I am, promise me you’ll get that tattooed on your forehead where everyone can see it.”

“It’s a promise.” He plays along with your dry humor before getting back to work with a cute smile. Wholesome smiles always seem to hit different when they’re coming from the people you least expect.

At some point, Jungkook waits for you to finish drawing his arm so that the two of you can complete his design at the same time. He claims his design is only a few strokes away from the big reveal, but you’re still not seeing it.

As class comes to a close, your page is filled with a beautiful arm, two sketchbooks, and a design that’s apparently “only a few strokes away.” Jungkook takes you line by line until you see it. Very clearly, in fact. It’s a bunny with a tiny carrot tattoo, and it’s been staring you in the face the entire time. The boy drew it upside-down from his perspective so that it’d be right-side up for you. You’re thoroughly impressed.

“Is this tattoo for you or for me?” you ask. While the bunny might definitely be on-brand with Jungkook’s art style, it’s not quite as edgy as his other tattoos.

“Does it get your stamp of approval?” He closes your sketchbook and hands it back to you.

“Of course it does.” You try not to smile too much at the fact that Jungkook’s adorable design is forever inked into your sketchbook. “I love it,” you say as quietly as possible.

“Then it's all yours.” He whips out a black marker and gestures for your hand. You give it to him without question. The hand that holds yours is rough (in that he should probably invest in some higher quality lotion) and gentle (in that you never want him to let go). The subtle caresses engulfing your hand distract you from the marker gliding across your skin. Twenty seconds later, you have a simplified version of the bunny on the back of your hand.

You flail your hand about and blow on it in hopes that the ink will dry before it can smug. “If you ever get your license, this is the one I want,” you say.

“Sounds like a plan.” He takes one last look at your completed drawing and tucks it away safely into his bag. For someone with such a beaten-up sketchbook, you expected him to be a bit more careless with his belongings. But maybe he’s a little different from what you thought you knew about him.

In fact, it’s thanks to this boy that your first day in art class went as well as it did. You made him laugh, and he made you smile. Like everything just felt right between you and him.

You feel like you’re forgetting something though.

“Hey, by the way, do you have an IG for your art that I can follow?” Jungkook pulls out his phone because why wouldn’t you have an account to showcase all of your art? You blink at him because here’s your next mistake: Your only Instagram account @snowsleeve is the one for your tattoo business, the one where your identity is more or less kept out of the spotlight. And you never thought to make a separate account with all of your non-tattoo art under your real name.

“I actually don’t… but it’d probably be beneficial for me to make one.” You’re embarrassed that this is your reality. You’ve utilized social media to build a strong reputation for your business, and yet you totally failed to get your real name out there in the art community. Because perhaps someday, you won’t want to be known solely for your tattoos.

“Well, make one and add me,” he says. “I’ll be your first follower.”

“What’s your account?” Of course you’ve already tracked him down at @ArtOfKooking with your subpar sleuthing skills, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“It’s @jjkINK.” He pulls the account up for you to view. All of the art missing from his other account can be found here, and his face is nowhere in sight. Maybe having multiple accounts is more common than you thought.

“Wow, 30,000 followers? I didn’t know I was in the presence of an influencer,” you gasp and make it extra dramatic. After all, 30,000 is a big following for someone who isn’t a celebrity or well-known figure.

“I’m not an influencer.” He laughs and waves off your dramatic performance. “I’m just someone who shares his art with others. It’s really not that impressive, you know.”

“Well I’m impressed,” you say. And you mean it. You find it interesting how he doesn’t just dump all of his art into his @ArtOfKooking account with over three times as many followers. You imagine it’d be pretty tempting to do that for the sake of more exposure.

Once you’ve set up an alternate account under your real name with @Y/NsArtCorner, you hit the follow button on Jungkook’s art page and leave it at that. A few seconds later, you get a follow back from @ArtOfKooking.

“Oh, that’s my main account,” he explains. “I don’t post any art on that one, so you don’t really have to follow—”

You hit the follow button on that account too. “104,343 followers... Are you sure you aren’t an influencer?”

“I haven’t influenced anyone to do anything, for your information.” You feel like there should’ve been a hmph at the end of his sentence. He points to the bunny on your hand and says, “Well, except for you getting that rad tattoo.”

“Hey, don’t go thinking your bad boy self is a bad influence on me,” you say, holding your wrist close to your heart. “I’m totally not against the encouragement of getting something permanent branded into your skin.” You play it off as sarcasm, but that’s how you make bank.

“Would you really get one?” His eyes lock onto your body, identifying it as the perfect blank canvas for whatever he’s imagining.

“How do you know I don’t already have one?” You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, still careful not to smudge the precious ink on your hand.

Jungkook tilts his head and squints as if he’s trying to see through the knitted holes of your slouchy sweater. As far as he can see, you don’t have any. But maybe that’s the point. Any tattoo you may or may not have would have to be hidden somewhere on your bare skin beneath your sweater, your lingerie, and most importantly, your soft smile. And the thought of that puts a curious little gleam in the boy’s eyes.

“Wait, how many do you have…?” He needs answers.

You throw your bag over your shoulder and shrug on the way out of the classroom. “Let me know when you’ve found them all.”

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mikrokosmosjk · 7 months ago

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“Mine.” “Yours.” Is the cutest exchange ever like it makes me soft

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i know your future will bloom to something much bigger and magnificent. — kim namjoon

remember: you are the leader of your own life, chant it over and over again "i can do it. you got it. i can do it well. i can do it better than anybody." — jung hoseok

take your hands off of what you can't control and put your hands on what you can change. — min yoongi

i hope you will never give up. remember there is a person here in korea, in the city of seoul, who understands you. — park jimin

if there is anyone out there who cannot see where they should go from here forth, i urge you to listen to your heart. things may feel a little difficult right now, but somewhere out there, luck and opportunity is waiting for you. i believe that. — kim taehyung

even today i continue to learn new things, so here i stand today with my members, with faith in myself, my members and the world and i hope you also will do the same for yourself and move forward. — jeon jungkook

if any of you feels lost in the face of doubt or uncertainty, or the pressure of starting anew, don't rush. take a deep breath. you may find that any moment can be turned into an opportunity. allow yourself to take it easy. take it one step at a time. — kim seokjin

bts is comfort.

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AFTER PARTY || JJK

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ღ Pairing: popular boy! Jungkook x f!reader

ღ Summary: You unexpectedly run into Jeon Jungkook, someone you were once close to but now have a strained relationship with, at a party you were convinced to attend. The encounter is initially awkward but surprisingly heartening as you and Jungkook reconnect, even though deep down, you both know that things are still complicated between you. Will you change things now ?

ღ Genre/warnings: Friends/acquaintances to lovers au?, college au, party pool au, angst, fluff, smut (explicit contents : making out, fingering, protected sex, riding), mentions of alcohol.

Italicized paragraph are past events

ღ Words count: 17,295

ღ Author's note: Okayyy it's finally heeeeree !! My first fic ever !! It came out longer than I expected lol and well I don't know what to expect to this one but I am excited to see what you guys would think. So I would very much appreciate it if you reblog, like, comment and even send me asks 🫶🏻

Please note that it's my first fic, so my writing skills are not perfect but if you can tell me your thoughts about this, it will be helpful for improvement :)

Also note that characters are only fictional so are the scenes, in no case what's happening is this fic is reality.

The story is edited but if there are mistakes, i am sorry.

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"You know that i don't like this kind of party" face-timing with your best friend on the phone, she is convincing you to go to a stupid pool party that is held by the popular girl at college.

"YN please, we will have so much fun" Yebin, your best friend is now whining and pleading you with her puppy eyes. You cringe at this side of her, it’s not in her nature to act cute and wherever she does this, it makes you two laugh. You just reply to her with an eye roll, when there is a party or something she always informs you but she rarely tries to make you go there. So you don't know what got into her head right now.

"You rarely go to a party so this time you should go with me and beside my cousin will surely be there" mentioning her cousin you turned your head to look at her through the phone and all you could see was Yebin with a smirk decorating her lips. What the heck? Seconds ago she was acting cute and all, now she is testing me or what? “What with that expression, you know it’s the past now” “girl, you always say that” she says with a sigh. Let it be, tired to explain myself over and over again. You said to yourself.

“YN come on…” You got lost in your thoughts as she continued to talk about everything that you guys can do there as if you didn't know what a party is. You wonder how she can talk so much? Ugh you hate to be someone that is so easy to persuade. Besides, it’s been a long time since you had some fun, so going there, nothing bad could happen. You sigh "Okay fine then, when will the party start?" you say while covering your ears as you know she will scream "Great !!" She was totally yelling and dancing to celebrate your agreement. You chuckle at her reaction.

"It starts at 7pm" I watch the clock which indicates 5pm, You still have 2 hours to get ready. "Hey, what do you think about this swimsuit?" you turn your head to her from the clock, she shows you two pieces swimsuits with marble print on it, the one she brought when you two were at the mall last week.

Hours went like that with you trying some outfits. Yebin informs you she will pick you up in 30 minutes.

Hearing the doorbell, you check if you have everything as your purse, your phone and go into the hallway that takes you to the front door to open it to your bestie. “Hii girl !” letting go of the hug you check yet again your outfit for tonight with your huge mirror just beside the door. You wear a simple yet beautiful black satin draped dress with some sparks all over it and an open back that shows your curves very well. You wanted to dress prettily but also wanted to keep it simple and to not be exaggerated. This is a pool party so you know that the dress you are wearing is not the main outfit. “Okay let’s go” locking the door of your apartment, you and Yebin step into the hall to make it to the elevator.

"Somethin’ about him is made for somebody like me, baby, come over, come over" singing along with your playlist being played in Yebin's car. Whenever you are not driving you always end up singing and vibing to any songs that can be played. It's how you are, meanwhile Yebin is also vibing to this song 'the boy is mine' but is still cautious about the road as she drives to the party.

You've known your best friend since the last year of high school and now you are in the second year of college. Well, in fact you don't know her for so long but you guys got along so well since the day she went to you to work on a project together 3 years ago. It’s like a feeling to have a soulmate friend.

She is totally different from you in a lot of aspects, she is extremely extrovert, always smiling even when she has bad days or a heartbreak ah no scratch that. The day she got a heartbreak was as difficult for her as you. You didn’t recognize her at all as she wasn’t herself, the girl that always says ‘girls like me don’t cry’. Her being so sociable with people in college, she can be friends with everyone, for you, she can be that popular girl in your college. On the other hand, you are introverted, not at a level of being very shy with people around you but you are the type of person to not approach someone if you don’t have to. In short you don’t really try to make new friends you just go with the flow if we can say that. But, when someone gets to know you, you are a person that can give good company too. It's not like you are a boring person, you become pretty comfortable with people you think you can trust.

“We’re here” she parks her car in the parking lot that is beside the house where the party is held which is filled with other cars that you guess are of people in the party as well. Opening the car door you get out of the car at the same time as Yebin. She locks the car with her keys and walks towards you to lock her arms with yours. As you approach the entrance of the house, you see people that are walking to join the party as well. You of course don’t recognise everyone but you remember seeing some faces at college as you look at them. Barely entering the garden of the house, you already see people dancing beside the pool, drinking and some people going wild. Seeing that you and Yebin laugh at the same time.

“You guys are here” turning your head, you see Miyoung, the popular girl with the biggest smile like she always does, smiling back she engulfs you into a hug as she just did to Yebin. Letting go of the hug Miyoung eyes you two from head to toe “You girls are beautiful like I expected” she says as she laughs softly. “What do you mean? We are stunning everyday” Yebin teases her while you can’t help but laugh “I know I know” Miyoung laughs “but it’s just so rare to see YN in a party and we barely see each other at college that’s why whenever I have the opportunity I compliment you” she says softly but yell a little as the music is blasting a bit too loud.

“Oh so you weren’t complimenting me ouch that’s hurt” your best friend yells a little too loud that made you and Yebin laugh "I said girls with a 's'" she says still laughing. "You guys can have a drink by the bar, we will catch up later" Miyoung says with a blowing kiss which you and Yebin return too, she probably will welcome the guests that were invited tonight.

Miyoung happens to be a close friend to you and Yebin too. She is not the kind of popular girl who is full of herself and being rude to everyone with her minions. No, she is someone that is very inspiring, very cheerful and very kind to everyone. You got to know her in your first year of college during a lecture when she happened to sit beside you in the lecture hall and was very friendly to you.

"So, what should we get ?" Thinking about what drink we could get or try you suddenly realize you didn't have your purse with you "Damn my purse is in the car" you say frustrated by the fact you didn't take the purse with you. Before your best friend can say anything about your purse, a voice is calling you two.

"Yebin, YN" you turn your head in the direction of the voice.

Jimin, one of the best dancers in our college, is approaching you with a cute smile on his face. "Hiii" Yebin chimes enthusiastically while you smile at him in return. "YN, long time no see" he jokes "We just saw each other this morning" you scoff "you're referring to seeing me at a party am I right?" He winks that give you the response that you were absolutely right, you roll your eyes at him. He is sweet but can be so annoying with all his teasing but you are kind of used to it since you and Jimin know each other from high school.

"Yebin I need to get my purse" you said while she gives you her car keys "Here" before you could head to the parking lot, Jimin gripped your right arm to prevent you to walk away "You are going home already" he says with a smirk you know he was teasing you again and that he heard what you said so you replied sarcastically "Yes because I can't stand your ass" you returns with a smirk. You hear your best friend murmuring something like she is so done with the bickering of you and Jimin before she says "Meet me at the bar when you come back 'kay?" Nodding your head you quickly return to the car to get your pouch.

Exiting the house and the crowd of people, you are fighting the urge to actually facepalm yourself at this point for forgetting the cute purse you brought with you. Heading to the parking lot, you were approaching the car as you unlocked it with the keys. Opening the passenger's door of the car you quickly grab what you were here for and lock the car again to go back to the house and get something to drink because you are kind of thirsty right now.

When you turn around to head to the house again you come to a stop when you see a car that was parked not far from where you are standing. But it wasn't the car that made you stop but the owner of it that is getting out of the driver's door.

The black hair boy Jeon Jungkook, the popular boy of your college and the person you were once close with is in front of you. You wanted to avoid him like you are used to at college but it was too late, he saw you. You still maintain eye contact even when the urge to just walk past him is high. There is always something that wants you to keep your gaze on him and to not break eye contact. Like right now, this moment.

Why are there no more people at this parking lot ? And why it has to be him, you have to see now when you are not even in the party yet. Why did I forget my purse in the car ? You questioned in your head. At this point, you were screaming internally, why these things always happen to you. Seeing him at college is already awkward but less so now as there are people around you when you and him make eye contact there but now the parking lot is empty. It is really awkward, the silence is too loud for your liking. You are someone that likes when it is calm but not this kind of silence.

He is one of the main reasons why you don't go to parties often for two months.

You sigh and decide to ignore him and just walk away but before you could make a move you see him approaching you slowly as if to make sure he is doing the right thing and if not, you could possibly run right now. Which will be ridiculous. So you stay where you are, a very little far from Yebin’s car as you break eye contact and stare at the moon that was shining just above you two instead. You feel your heartbeat accelerate as you hear his big steps with him wearing his big Balenciaga shoes.

And there he is in front of you, looking at you with his beautiful brown doe eyes as you stare back at him. "Hi." He whispered so low that you almost couldn't catch it. You said hi to him back with a little smile to not make things more awkward than it already is.

And here again, silence.

He still stares at you as if he couldn't believe that you were here in front of his eyes. You think he would not say anything so you cleared your throat "We should head to the party" oh only if you knew how much he missed your voice.

You see Jungkook blinking and suddenly he gives you a small smile "Good to see you here YN" wow for how long didn't you hear him call your name. You ignore how your heart misses a beat when your name comes out of his mouth. Indeed you hummed "Me too".

Hearing you saying that, his eyes widened for a split second makes you want to chuckle but you can't seem to want to be so friendly with him because you are not friends. But you don't want to be cold to him too so your gaze softened a bit "I mean we are maybe not friends anymore but-" he cut you off "You don't have to explain I got it. It's just- it's been so long since we actually talked so I am glad you didn't punch me in the face" he teased to ease the atmosphere that was getting a little too emotional for the both of you.

Hearing his words make you chuckle "Well I can do that now if you want me to" you took a little step towards him with a teasing smile on your lips. "And I dare you to do that" Jungkook said while taking another step towards you too.

He sees how your smile dropped a little so he steps back again "Sorry I got carried away" you see how tensed he becomes that makes you shook your head with a gentle smile "Don't be sorry Jungkook, I-" you take a breath and continue "I don't mind when you tease me or when you come close to me just like you just did now." You paused again "Listen, Kook I know what we said that day and because of that we drifted apart and acted like we don't know each other but now I don't want us to be awkward with each other anymore. I want to talk to you like a friend or an acquaintance."

You confessed about what you were thinking lately about this whole thing with Jungkook. And you are glad you did or glad that he came to you first to say hi. If not, you don't know if you will ever say all the things you just said to him now.

"It's good to hear you call me by that name again" he says while flashing you his bunny smile. Wait, did you call him Kook without you noticing it? You manage to not blush because of that as he nods and says "It's not too late we can be casual and be friends". You nod at his words and hope that it's the right decision for the both of you even if you and Jungkook deep down know that both of you are lying to yourself. "Okay cool, let's go then." You smile at him as you two walk towards the house side by side.

You notice how he walks so slowly as if to talk to you more because he knows that once you two will be at the party, it will be difficult to communicate with the loud music that is playing even from where you two are walking. You still hear it here so imagine being in the house.

"Didn't expect to see you at this party though" Jungkook says to you as you turn to him just to see a teasing smile again. You groan "Why is everyone so surprised that I show up at the party ?" He doesn't have to answer because he knows that you have the answer so instead he chuckles and makes you join him too. You feel relieved that Jungkook seems to be himself again with you. Not completely for sure but seeing him laughing and teasing you, it's all that matters now.

No, you and Jungkook never were in a relationship. He is not your ex. You met him in the first year of college when you two had the same class. You guys didn't talk with each other other than for that project that you worked on with him a year ago. After that project, you two became pretty close and learned so many things about each other. All the study sessions you spent with each other were so much fun that they made you become friends. But going to a frat party together last year didn't end like you expected. That night made things complicated. However, the you and him from last year didn't know what could happen after that.

“You are stunning by the way” you hear Jungkook saying, you wanted to tease him but something is stopping you. Maybe, because of the closeness that is not present anymore. You just gave him a smile while whispering a little loud for him to hear you “Thanks”.

"Jungkook" stepping into the huge garden of the house, Miyoung is still there to welcome her guest as she calls the name of the person beside you smiling at him. “Hi” Jungkook replies to her with a sweet smile as they hug. You stand to the side awkwardly because well, you should not be here and let alone with Jeon Jungkook. After the hug, Jungkook turns to you but before he could say anything, you inform them “I am going to join Yebin”. You smile a little at them and walk towards the bar.

Him and Miyoung have been friends since middle school. You knew that when he told you last year. There are close friends and you did not mind that, because friendships between girls and boys totally exist. Maybe some people won’t agree with you about this topic but you don’t think much about it. Looking at the bar where you can see your best friend chatting with her roommate Somi. Yes, Yebin lives at the campus dorm while you wanted to have an apartment for yourself so you didn’t take the option to live in a dorm and to have to share the place with somebody else. You totally prefer to have your own place.

You often run into Somi whenever you visit Yebin at her dorm, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen her. She went back to her hometown, Daegu, to visit her parents and family. Just like your best friend, Somi is super extroverted and always in a good mood. So, seeing her at a party, especially this one, doesn’t surprise you at all. She loves having fun, both on her own and with others.

As you approach, Somi squeals your name and pulls you into a tight hug. By now, her enthusiasm doesn’t surprise you like it did the first time you met her at the dorm. She’s extremely friendly and hears a lot about you from Yebin, so greeting you with a hug was just natural for her. However, it wasn’t something you expected when Yebin mentioned you’d meet her roommate two months into your first semester. Her hug caught you off guard because you’re not usually like this when meeting someone for the first time. But you don’t have to say anything about it because it’s just a difference in personalities. You actually enjoy having friends like her—they bring a lot of joy to an otherwise boring day.

Breaking the hug, she asked you to twirl yourself so you did with furrowed eyebrows, being confused. “Wow girl, you look so hot” Somi chimes as you laugh at her “I know right” you reply with a little teasing in your voice. Even without all the compliments that you receive, you’ve always been loving yourself and your body. Tonight, you can’t deny the fact that this dress you have on really fits your body and shows your curves beautifully. “You see, it was a great idea to bring her here” you and Somi turn your head towards Yebin as you laugh at her comment and roll your eyes at her. Being here right now, you are actually having fun so you don’t regret coming here after all. Leaning on the counter of the bar in the huge garden, you say your order to the bartender “A mojito strawberry please" smiling a little. You sit on one of the stools beside Yebin while Somi is standing in front of the stools. After some minutes, the bartender gives you the cocktail, you thank him and turn towards the girls.

"I know right, but like I always don't fucking cry for any man" Somi says with a serious tone as she tells us the story of a guy she met weeks ago at some arcade when they exchanged their numbers but she discovered that he had a girlfriend or something and played with Somi (and his girlfriend too). Disgusting. "Anyways, what about you and Jimin ?" Somi asks your best friend about her current crush, since 2 months ago. "What about it ?" she shrugs "Hmm I don't think I have a chance or something so just let it be." You and Somi see Yebin was glaring at something, more like someone. You look in the direction where your best friend is looking and see Jimin laughing and talking with a girl that you don't seem to know.

You know Jimin enough to know that he can actually be flirting with this girl. During high school, when you became friends with him, you knew he was such a flirt when it came to women. But with you it is not flirting but more like teasing. And not teasing in a romantic way but more like siblings. You see Jimin as an older brother since then. Even if he is so so annoying, you are glad to have a guy friend that gives you a feeling like having a brother. You being the only child of your parents, having someone that can have the energy of a sibling makes you feel content.

To be honest, you never talk about Yebin's crush to Jimin, you don't want him to go to your best friend and to flirt with her because it can mess up her mind. You know Jimin is not a player and he is careful enough to not break any girl’s hearts. But you don't want to interfere in this affair. Yebin is always independent when it is about a crush or relationship. And if she wants your help, you are always there for that. But you think since the crush she has on him is still fresh, she doesn't want to make a move yet.

Still watching Jimin and the girl you see him looking at Yebin and looking away faster than the speed of lighting. Somi sighs "Yebin, when did you want to give up like that? This is not the Yebin I know" hearing that Yebin lowers her gaze. "Somi is right, why don't you make a move, maybe he feels the same too" you told her softly as you put your hand on her shoulder. She turns her head to you and looks at you with big eyes "You think so, how-" you cut her off and explains yourself before she thinks you know something about Jimin's feelings "I don't know if he likes you or not, I didn't talk about you having a crush on him so I really don't know but the way he looks at you sometimes can tell a lot" she nods at your words, she knows you are not someone that will butt into someone's business so she totally got you. Yebin shrugs again and states "Maybe when I am drunk enough tonight to talk to him" Somi shouts "That's our girl" with a big smile on her face that makes you excited too.

"Let's go over there," you suggest, pointing towards the couch area where a long sofa and several poufs are scattered around. The space isn’t very crowded—only three people occupy the couch—so you decide it’s a good spot to relax. You sigh contentedly as your body sinks into the beige pear-shaped pouf, while Yebin settles onto the couch and Somi claims the pouf to your left.

Just as you all start to relax, a sudden loud voice blares through a microphone, making you flinch. It’s Miyoung, standing beside the DJ. "The pool party is now starting! Everyone, jump in the pool and have fun~" she announces excitedly, doing a little dance after her declaration. You watch as nearly everyone at the party heads for the pool in front of you. Some are quickly stripping off their clothes to reveal swimsuits underneath, while others don’t even bother, diving right into the water fully dressed. After all, this is a pool party.

You are actually amazed by the size of the swimming pool, it is big enough to welcome all the people present in this party. But Miyoung didn’t really invite the entire college so it’s crowded but not really, which is great because you don’t want to be glued with people in the pool later.

"Girls let's go~~" Somi begins to take off her mini dress to show her swimsuit and quickly go into the pool. Your best friend does the same but you didn't budge "Don't you want to join everyone?" You turn your head to look at her again before answering "No. At least not now. You can go I’ll join later" You give her a smile but soon become confused as to why she isn’t in the pool already and instead looks at you "What ?" You giggled "being here all by myself with a cocktail is totally fine, now go" Yebin still looked at you with unsure eyes. "Really" you reassured her that you are going to be fine sitting here alone "Sure?" She insists and when you didn't say otherwise she gets to the pool and joins everyone.

You know she wanted to stay here with you as she was the one that asked you to come here in the first place and she didn't want you to spend the time here alone, it would be selfish of her. And selfish of you if you asked her to stay here. She also knows that you hate it when a stranger tries to hit on you at a party and flirts with you or something. You know this kind of thing always happens in a party so you are not surprised if it happens. But now, as almost everyone is in the water, you aren’t worrying about it.

Grabbing your cocktail, you stand up from the pouf and go to sit at the couch to have a better view of the pool where everybody seems to have a lot of fun making you want to join them but you want to finish your cocktail first and then you’ll see.

You take a sip of your cocktail before your eyes switch to the person that is approaching you. Jungkook. He is walking towards you making a little gap between you two as he takes a seat beside you. "Why aren't you joining everyone in the pool?" You ask him gently as you look at him.

With the moon that is shining towards you and him, you can see his pretty doe eyes looking at you making you lost in them. They are beautiful. "I return the question back to you" you giggle at his words and shrug "Not really in the mood right now and I wanna finish my cocktail first" he hums at your words making you look at the pool again.

He wants to say something.

Whenever he touches his hair while looking down, he is contemplating saying something. You don't want to push him to talk so you let the silence engulf you two as a warm breeze passes making your hair move in a delicate way. You thank your hair for not being messed up after you try to wave them. Now thinking about it, you don’t know why you curled your hair for a pool party, you will end up in the water anyways.

Sipping your glass of cocktail, you see Hyejin approaching you two. You’ve met her in one of your classes but never really talk to her. You guess the person sitting beside you on your left side is the main reason why she is coming in your way. “Hi you two” She barely waves at you as she settles on the armrest of the couch on Jungkook’s side. You internally roll your eyes, he is known for being the popular boy at college so this situation doesn’t surprise you a bit but you are not used to this. Nonetheless you wave at her back but try not to be pissed off.

“Why don’t you go with me to the pool JK ?” You scoff at her, sipping your remaining cocktail. Before answering, Jungkook turns to look at you and then settles back his gaze to Hyejin “Uh actually, I am keeping YN company, so maybe later we’ll join” he rejects. Hearing this you smile behind your glass as you finish your drink and put it on the coffee table just in front of the couch.

You turn to Jungkook and beam at him but you can see that Hyujin is glaring at you “Should we go ?” you ask him totally ignoring the girl beside him as you stand up to pull your dress off in front of them to reveal your one piece swimsuit, a spiraling twist-front Monokini one shoulder swimsuit in a beautiful shade of dark gray. You opted for a simple swimsuit but also for a cool one. Putting your dress on the couch, you offer your hand to Jungkook.

You see Jungkook swallowing at the sight of you, not really expecting you to undress in front of him like that. His gaze then lands on your offering hand, he doesn’t want to cross the limits but if you don’t mind then he doesn’t either. Standing up while grabbing your hand, you walk together to the edge of the pool. Not noticing the way Hyujin was fuming and quickly passes you two and jumps joining the people in the water.

You are about to jump in the clear water that is reflecting the lights decorated just above but Jungkook gently pulls you towards him using your joined hands. Once facing him you look at him confused “What ? Don’t you wa-” cutting you off he mentions with his other hand his body and your gaze lowers to his clearly toned body behind all the clothing. You chuckle “Sorry, I was maybe a little excited” Lie. You were in a hurry to go away from the girl that was clearly flirting with your now friend Jungkook.

You let his hand go so that he can take off his shirt and keep his black swim shorts. You try not to watch his beautiful body glistening under the light of the moon, afraid to drool in front of his face so you face the pool instead and wait for him before you two jump into the water.

After swimming for a while, you get out of the pool and see Jimin and Yebin at the snack table as they wave at you, asking for you to join them.

The night is alive with the vibrant energy of the pool party. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a warm glow over the scene, while lanterns floated on the surface of the pool, creating a magical atmosphere. Laughter and music fill the air as friends gather under the starry sky. A makeshift stage had been set up on the grass, surrounded by colorful balloons and streamers, illuminated by the soft light. It was time for the highlight of the evening – the Water Balloon Toss.

A crowd begins to form around the stage as Miyoung calls out, "Alright, everyone! Gather 'round for the Water Balloon Toss! Find a partner and get ready for some fun!" The buzz of excitement grew louder as pairs formed, each grabbing a water balloon from the large tub set up by the stage.

Jungkook, with his usual easygoing charm, looks around for a partner. His eyes land on you, who is chatting with some friends near the snack table, your face lit up by the soft glow of the lights. With a confident smile, he makes his way over.

"Hey, YN," Jungkook calls out, "wanna be my partner for the Water Balloon Toss?"

You turn, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him. "Sure, Jungkook! Let's do it!" You ignore the teasing looks your friends have and quickly go with Jungkook.

You two joined the other pairs on the lawn, standing about five feet apart to start. The host explained the rules "The goal is simple. Toss the water balloon back and forth without dropping it. After each successful toss, take a step back. The last pair standing with an unbroken balloon wins!"

The game began, and the first few tosses were easy. You catch the balloon with a grin and toss it back to Jungkook with a gentle arc. The crowd cheers as each pair successfully catches their balloons.

"Alright, everyone, take a step back!" Miyoung announced.

The distance increased, and the tosses became more challenging. Jungkook's eyes were focused, his athletic skills coming into play. He catches the balloon effortlessly and throws it back to you, who catches it with a laugh, your fingers brushing against the cool, slippery surface.

Another step back. The tension rose as the balloons flew through the air. A few pairs had already been eliminated, their balloons bursting in mid-air or slipping from their grasp. Jungkook and you, however, are still in the game, your teamwork evident in each successful catch.

"You're really good at this," You remark as you catch another toss.

"So are you," Jungkook replies, his eyes twinkling under the fairy lights. "Let's keep it up!"

Miyoung calls for another step back. Now the distance is significant, and the crowd's cheers grow louder, adding to the excitement. Jungkook carefully aims his throw, the balloon soaring through the air in a perfect arc. You position yourself, arms outstretched, and catch it with a triumphant laugh.

"Nice catch!" Jungkook shouts, giving you a thumbs-up.

"Thanks!" you beams, preparing for your next toss.

With each step back, your connection seems to grow stronger, your movements synchronize. The other pairs dwindle until only a few are left. The crowd is on edge, watching intently.

"Final step back!" the host declares. "This will decide the winner!"

The distance is now at its maximum. Jungkook took a deep breath, focusing on you. He tosses the balloon with a gentle yet precise throw. The balloon sails through the air, shimmering in the moonlight. You track its flight, your hands steady. You catch it, the crowd erupting in cheers.

They had done it. Jungkook and you are the last pair standing.

"We have our winners!" Miyoung announces, pulling you both to the front. "Give it up for Jungkook and YN!"

The crowd cheers and claps as Jungkook and you stand side by side, victorious smiles on your faces. Jungkook holds up your intact water balloon like a trophy.

"Great job, partner," he says, giving you a playful high-five.

"You too, Jungkook," you reply, your smile radiant. "That was so much fun!"

As the celebration continues, Jungkook and you share a moment of triumph and camaraderie, your bond strengthened by the simple yet exhilarating game of Water Balloon Toss.

It had been late, the party winding down as the music softened. You and Jungkook had found yourselves alone on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below. You were both a little tipsy, the alcohol giving you courage and blurring the lines of your friendship. You'd been laughing about something silly, when suddenly, the laughter faded, and there was a moment of silence.

Without thinking, you leaned in, and Jungkook met you halfway. The kiss was soft and hesitant at first, but it quickly deepened, fueled by months of unspoken feelings. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the warmth of his lips and the pounding of your heart. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were in a hotel room nearby, caught up in a whirlwind of passion and confusion.

The next morning, reality hit like a cold shower. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You slowly opened your eyes, the events of the previous night rushing back to you. The party, the laughter, the kiss – everything had led to this moment. You turned to see Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you, head hung low. The sheets rustled as you sat up, pulling them around you for comfort.

“Jungkook,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. He turned slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of regret and sadness.

“YN, we need to talk about what happened,” he said, his voice strained. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept at all.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I know. Last night... it was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know if it was a mistake, but it definitely changed things between us. We can’t just pretend it didn’t happen.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of his words sinking in. “So, what do we do now? I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t know how to go back to being just friends after this.”

Jungkook moved closer, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored your own. “I don’t want to lose you either, YN. But I think we have to be honest with ourselves. That night happened because there were feelings there, but acting on them has made everything complicated.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked down at your hands, the reality of the situation hitting you. “So, what are you saying? Are we ending our friendship?”

He reached out, gently lifting your chin so you could meet his gaze. “I think we need some time apart to figure things out. We can’t keep pretending like everything is fine. It’s not fair to either of us.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, and Jungkook wiped it away with his thumb. “But what if we don’t find our way back to each other?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He gave you a sad smile. “If we’re meant to be in each other’s lives, we’ll find a way back. But right now, we need to give ourselves the space to heal and understand what we really want.”

You nodded, knowing deep down that he was right. “Okay, Jungkook. We’ll take a break. But I want you to know that you’ll always be important to me.”

“And you to me, YN,” he replied, his voice breaking slightly. He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close for what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment.

As you pulled away, you both knew that this was the end of an era. The friendship you had cherished was changing, and there was no going back. You got dressed in silence, the weight of the decision heavy in the air.

Before leaving, Jungkook turned to you one last time. “Take care of yourself, YN. I hope we find our way back to each other someday.”

“You too, Jungkook,” you replied, giving him a small, sad smile. With that, you walked out the door, the morning light greeting you as you stepped into a new, uncertain chapter of your life. You and Jungkook had shared something special, but it was time to move on, each of you taking a separate path towards healing and growth.

The one-night stand had exposed the fragility of your friendship, turning what was once a comfortable and uncomplicated bond into something fraught with emotional complexity. It highlighted the challenges of navigating intimate relationships with close friends, where expectations and emotions can become tangled. Both of you needed time to process and understand the new dynamic, to reflect on what had been lost and what could still be salvaged. The break was necessary for personal growth and healing, allowing each of you to rediscover yourselves and, perhaps in the future, find a way back to the friendship that had once meant so much.

Even when It means that you will be strangers again.

You groan as you help Yebin to walk to her car. “Why did you drink so much?” It’s more of a complaint than a question. She tries to respond but only manages to mumble something incoherent. This situation is rare—normally, it doesn’t happen often because you don’t always go with her to parties, and she usually doesn’t drink this much.

Yebin isn’t heavy but you just don’t have energy at literally 1 a.m in the morning to carry her. And well, she just doesn’t help at all when she puts all of her weight on you and when she can’t even walk properly. You can’t blame her, you are like this too when drunk.

“Need some help?” a familiar teasing voice calls out behind you. You try to turn around while keeping Yebin steady in your arms so she doesn’t fall. But before you can react, the man in question hurries over and scoops your best friend into his arms just as she’s about to collapse onto the now-empty parking lot. By this time, most of the guests have either gone home, grabbed another drink, or found someone to hook up with.

“Thanks Jimin” You say ignoring the fact he was teasing you again just minutes ago.

You then notice the person who was with him now standing next to you—Jungkook. “Let Jimin and me drive you home,” he suggests, glancing in your direction. Before you can respond, he adds, “You look tired.” You smile at the kind offer but decline. “It’s okay, I only had some non-alcoholic cocktails. You don’t have to worry.” You look at him softly, even though a part of you wants to accept.

“I really don’t mind. I didn’t drink. I was thinking of having a drink at Jimin’s place after the party,” he explains, his big, beautiful doe eyes locked on yours. “YN, he’s right. Let us take you guys home; it’s pretty late anyway,” Jimin interrupts your thoughts.

“Alright, let’s go,” you finally agreed. Jungkook smiles at your response, while Jimin shouts, “Finally! Took you long enough to decide!” You playfully hit Jimin’s arm as you follow Jungkook to his car with Yebin in Jimin’s arms trailing behind you.

As Jungkook pulls out of the parking lot, the car settles into a comfortable silence. The only sound is the hum of the engine and Yebin’s soft breathing from the back seat. Jimin, ever the energetic one, breaks the silence.

"Alright, who’s in charge of the music?" he asks, leaning forward from his seat next to Yebin. You are sitting in the front passenger seat, smiling. "I think it should be Jungkook’s choice since he’s driving."

"Nah, YN, if I pick, it’s just gonna be the same playlist we always listen to," Jungkook replies with a chuckle. "Why don’t you choose?"

Jimin, sensing an opportunity for mischief, grabs his phone. "I say we go with something upbeat—maybe some retro pop? You know, keep the energy up!"

You laugh, shaking her head. "I was thinking of something more relaxed, like some chill lo-fi or acoustic."

Jungkook nods in agreement. "Yeah, something mellow sounds good."

Jimin huffs in mock annoyance. "You guys are so boring! But fine, let’s compromise." He scrolls through his playlist and settles on a soft indie track that has a good rhythm but isn’t too intense.

Just as the music begins to play, your stomach growls loudly, cutting through the quiet tune. Jimin bursts into laughter. "Sounds like someone’s hungry! Should’ve gone with my upbeat playlist—it even makes your stomach dance."

You blush and laugh along. "Maybe a little…"

Jungkook glances at you with a smile. "Want to grab something to eat? I know a place that’s still open, just a little detour." You brighten at the idea. "Really? I could go for some late-night snacks."

Jimin claps his hands. "Now we’re talking! What are we getting? Burgers? Or are we going full-on convenience store raids?"

Yebin, half-awake in the back seat, mumbles something about ice cream, making everyone laugh.

Jungkook nods. "Sounds like a plan. There’s a place I know that has everything we could want at this hour."

As he turns the car down a different street, Jimin starts scrolling through his phone again. "Okay, but I’m taking over the music for the drive to the food spot. We need something more fitting for a snack run."

You roll her eyes playfully. "As long as it doesn’t make my stomach growl even more, I’m fine with it."

The car fills with lively tunes as they head toward their late-night snack destination, the earlier fatigue replaced by excitement and the warmth of good company.

Finishing your bowl of ramen, you put your head on Jimin’s couch. “Woah, that was so delicious”. The clock reads 2:45 AM, and the soft glow of the living room lights creates a cozy atmosphere.

You guys decided to buy some snacks at GS25 and go strength to Jimin’s home as it was the closest and you remember Jungkook wanted to have a drink here so you suggested that it was the best option.

Yebin slept on the ride here but woke up ten minutes after we put her on the couch when she munched some Shrimp chips and Pepero. But she is fast asleep after eating.

Jimin’s spacious living room is scattered with snacks and empty drink cups from their late-night munching. The group has gathered around the coffee table, which now serves as a makeshift karaoke stage with a portable karaoke machine set up and a couple of microphones.

Jimin, sprawls comfortably on the couch, grabs the remote control with a grin. “Alright, everyone, time for a karaoke session! Who’s ready to be the next big star?”

Yebin, curls up with a blanket on the sofa, perks up. “I’m in, but only if you promise not to make fun of me.”

Jungkook, seated next to you on the floor, nudges you. “Let’s start with a duet. I know you’ve got a killer voice.”

You laugh, rolling her eyes playfully. “Alright, but you better not steal the show.”

Jimin queues up a popular song on the karaoke machine. “Okay, let’s start with something fun—‘Uptown Funk.’” He hands one of the microphones to Jungkook and the other to you.

The music starts, and Jungkook and you jump into their performance, your voices blending harmoniously. The living room fills with the upbeat energy of the song, and the rest of the group claps along. Yebin, even though she’s half-drowsy, manages to cheer them on with enthusiastic applause.

When the song ends, you playfully nudge Jungkook. “Not bad, but let’s see how Jimin handles this.”

Jimin grabs the mic with exaggerated confidence. “Alright, watch and learn!” He selects a high-energy K-pop track and performs with over-the-top dance moves, turning the living room into a mini dance floor. His performance is a mix of impressive moves and hilarious antics, making everyone laugh.

Jungkook, not wanting to be outdone, takes his turn next. He chooses a classic rock song and gets into character, making dramatic facial expressions and rocking out with all his might. Yebin, now fully engaged, joins in by cheering and laughing at Jungkook’s enthusiastic performance.

As the night progresses, Yebin, feeling braver and more awake, decides to take the mic. She picks a sweet ballad and sings softly, her voice surprisingly soothing. Her friends listen quietly, touched by the unexpected beauty of her performance.

Jimin, who has been making funny comments throughout, can’t resist adding, “Yebin, where have you been hiding this talent? You’re amazing!”

In between songs, you guys lounge on the floor or the couch, chatting and snacking. The living room becomes a haven of warmth and camaraderie, with the late hour adding a touch of magic to their spontaneous karaoke party.

As the night winds down, you are all a bit hoarse from singing but are in high spirits. You lean back with a satisfied smile, saying, “This was exactly what we needed. Thanks for the impromptu karaoke session.”

Jimin, still holding the mic like a trophy, grins. “Anytime! Who knows? Maybe we’ll turn this into a regular thing.”

Jungkook and Yebin nod in agreement, and you all share a moment of laughter and relaxation, knowing that this late-night karaoke session will be a cherished memory for years to come.

The next morning, you wake up lying on the couch with a slight headache because of some drinks after the karaoke.

As you start to stir, you become aware of a weight resting on your waist. Glancing down, you see a tattooed arm draped across you. Not wanting to disturb Jungkook, you gently try to lift his arm but fail when he pulls you closer to his chest. Your back presses against his muscled torso and you feel his body shift as he adjusts.

You gasp quietly, surprised by the close contact, and the warmth of his body against yours. With your eyes closed, you weigh your options for slipping out of his embrace without waking him. You realize that even a slight shift of your hips could alert him, potentially revealing his morning erection and leading to an awkward situation for both of you.

But that’s what happens.

Despite your careful efforts, you end up unintentionally moving, and Jungkook stirs, his hold tightening around you as he groans softly.

You suppress a moan escaping your lips as you call his name. Your voice comes out breathless. He responds with a sleepy hum but doesn't release you, you sigh. He isn’t aware of your position, you think.

Fuck it. You turn around in his embrace to face him and gently pat his arm to wake him up. Not a very good idea as now you feel his morning wood pressing on the lower belly. You try to put a distance but with his hold you can’t barely move.

As you contemplate, you suddenly hear some laughs in a distant area. You then remember that there is also Yebin and Jimin at the moment.

You curse in your head and quickly wake Jungkook up before any of them see you two in this intimate position. It’s clearly past noon, you need to eat but don’t want to receive any teasing right now.

Jungkook slowly opens his eyes while rubbing away the sleep before he is looking at you with wide eyes in shock, and he immediately jumps up from the couch. You are still laying on the couch now missing his warm “I am sorry I-” he begins, panic evident in his voice. You quickly reach out to calm him, a soft smile on your lips. “Hey don’t, it’s okay. I mean I didn't mind. You were just asleep; it’s no big deal." You don’t even understand yourself because the last time you two were in bed together you clearly mind.

But now, it's been a long time since you and Jungkook have been this close, or even really talked, and you realize that you do want to be close to him again.

Before Jungkook can utter something, Yebin enters the living room “you lovebirds are finally awake. Me and Jimin didn’t want to wake you up, you two seem to sleep so peacefully in each other’s arms.”

You notice the little smirk on her glossy lips and feel your cheeks burn as a rosy hue blooms across your face. Glancing at Jungkook, you see that he's in the same state, his face betraying him with a soft blush as embarrassment washes over him.

"Thanks for the ride," you say, unbuckling your seatbelt as Jungkook pulls up in front of your house. You had breakfast at Jimin’s place before Jungkook offered to give you a lift home. You two haven’t discussed what happened when you woke up earlier. You’re relieved about that, still feeling unprepared to delve into that conversation.

Meanwhile, your best friend decided to stay with Jimin. You’re not sure what happened between them last night, but they seem closer than ever, and you’re genuinely happy for her.

Jungkook smiles warmly before saying, "No problem at all. It was nice to catch up and make sure you got home safely. Have a great rest of your day."

You return his smile, feeling a bit of warmth at his thoughtful gesture. "Thanks, Jungkook. I really appreciate it. See you around!"

As you reach for the car door handle, his voice stops you. "Speaking of which," he says, and you turn to look at him, curious about what he might say next. You notice him absently licking his lip piercing, which adds to the anticipation.

"I’m hosting a party at my place this Sunday," he continues, his tone casual yet inviting. "I’d really like to see you there."

"Sounds good! What kind of party are you planning? Just so I know what to expect."

"Just a small gathering with some of my closest friends—and you, if you decide to come," he says with a wink, making you laugh at his playful attempt. He leans back in the driver’s seat and adds, "It'll be a chill one."

"Are you sure it’s going to be chill? You seem pretty excited about it." You tease, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile.

"I promise, it’s going to be low-key. But if you think I’m excited, maybe I’m just looking forward to hanging out with you." He chuckles, his eyes twinkling with sincerity.

You nod, feeling a spark of excitement. "I guess I’ll find out soon enough. Thanks again for the invite. It sounds like it’ll be fun." You take your purse, preparing to step out of the car.

Jungkook’s expression softens as he watches you, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I’m glad you think so. I’ll see you there, then. And just so you know, I’m really looking forward to it."

You give him a final smile, feeling a sense of anticipation. "Me too. See you on Sunday!" you say as you open the car door and step out.

Parking your car in the garage of Jungkook’s house next to five cars. Taking your belongings, you exit your car as you approach his house.

This is your first time seeing his place, and you can’t help but be mesmerized by its beauty. The house is impressive, with two floors that exude elegance and warmth. The exterior is a blend of modern design with large windows that allow natural light to flood in, and soft, inviting tones that make the house feel welcoming. The architecture is sleek, the facade is clad in sleek, dark materials, with large, geometric windows that add to its bold, angular look. The architecture is crisp and precise, exuding a sense of sophistication and strength.

Yet there's a touch of charm that makes it feel like a home rather than just a house.

The front yard is well-maintained, with a pathway that leads to the grand entrance, where you can already sense the comfort and style waiting inside.

You think that the house totally corresponds to Jungkook.

And you were right. Entering the house, you can’t help but feel the warmth and the softness of the place which is actually opposite to the visual exterior of his house.

But as you step inside, the contrast is immediate and surprising. The interior is a complete departure from the exterior’s sharpness—it's warm and inviting, filled with soft textures and cozy furnishings. The living spaces are bathed in natural light, with plush furniture and earthy tones that make you feel instantly at ease. It is all about comfort and relaxation, creating a perfect balance between striking design and homely warmth.

Gasping when you feel someone’s arms giving you a breathless hug, spooning you into their arms, “Bitch, we all thought you wouldn’t come.” Turning around, you are met with Yebin, her flushed face and slightly swaying stance suggesting she’s already had a few drinks. She gives you a sly smile when she sees your confused expression.

You didn’t expect her to be here, especially after she flatly refused your invitation yesterday when you asked if she’d like to accompany you to the party. “Sorry for lying to you, girl,” she begins, her tone light but with a hint of mischief. “I didn’t tell you I was coming because I wanted to make sure you’d actually show up. I know how you get about these things, always finding an excuse at the last minute.”

You narrow your eyes at her, realizing she knows you better than you sometimes know yourself. “So, you tricked me?” you ask, half-amused, half-annoyed.

“Not tricked, exactly,” Yebin replies with a shrug, still grinning. “Just gave you a little push. If I’d said I was coming, you’d have found a way to back out, thinking you didn’t have to be there to keep me company. This way, you made the decision for yourself.”

“Mean” you mutter, shaking your head with a half-smile, unable to stay mad at her.

The truth is, it makes you realize that despite your nervousness, you wanted to come right after Jungkook invited you. Even if you are not sure whether coming here is a step forward or a step backward for your relationship with him, you guess the only way to find out is to dive in.

“Let’s go swim guys !” sitting on the couch with Jungkook on your left after he greeted you with his cute smile telling you, he was glad you could make it and gave you a quick tight hug, enough to feel his warmth. You turn your head to the voice of one of Jungkook’s friends Joon-woo screaming and standing up from the couch.

It’s your first time seeing him, and you can't help but think that the name Joon-woo suits him perfectly. Standing tall and confident, his handsome features seem to embody the meaning of his name—a blend of elegance and strength. But what stands out even more is that, unlike many who are aware of their own attractiveness, Joon-woo carries himself with a quiet confidence. He's not full of himself or arrogant; instead, there's an air of humility about him, making his charm all the more genuine.

You look around, bewildered, glancing at the people in the living room heading towards the staircase in the corner leading down to an unknown area. Perhaps it’s the way to the garage and head to a nearby swimming pool still open at this hour? Or—

“Ah, I’m excited to try Jeon’s swimming pool,” Jimin says, interrupting your thoughts. You snap your head towards Jungkook in shock. You thought his house only had two floors above ground, but it seems there’s an additional floor below—or maybe even more. You’re not quite sure.

“Jungkook what the-” you say, still shocked at the fact. “You have a fucking pool in the basement ?”

Jungkook chuckles “Yeah, I do” touching one of his ears, you see how he is shy to admit that he has an expensive house.

“Jungkook, what the—” you say, still stunned by the revelation. “You have a freaking pool in the basement?”

Jungkook chuckles, a hint of shyness in his expression as he touches one of his ears. “Yeah, I do,” he admits, looking a bit bashful about his luxurious house.

A stunned ‘oh’ escapes your lips as you process the revelation.

Yebin approaches you, urging you to join the others downstairs for a swim. It suddenly hits you that it’s only you and Jungkook left in the spacious living room.

“Wait, I can’t,” you say, realizing the situation. “I didn’t know Jungkook had a pool, so I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

Yebin grins at you “That’s why, I am here too” she winks. Before you can ask what she means, she continues as she feels that you were about to speak up. “When Jimin picked me up earlier, he asked me to bring two swimsuits in case we were going to use Jungkook’s pool.” she says.

“By the way, I was shocked too knowing you have a pool here, it’s insane. You never told me.” she says to Jungkook. Confirming that you are not the only one being surprised by this news.

Jungkook smirks. “Why would I? If I told you, you'd just come over to use my pool all the time.”

The playful banter between them clearly shows their brother-sister dynamic, especially given that she’s Jungkook’s younger cousin.

Turning to you, your best friend takes her bag she came with before showing you one of your two piece swimsuits “Remember this one when it happened to be in my luggage when we went to Haeundae beach in Busan ?”

“Oh right, you didn’t give it to me since that was one of my favorite two pieces, you bitch.” You stand up from the couch before grabbing the swimsuit in Yebin’s hands.

On the other side, Jungkook is still sitting on the couch, looking at the swimsuit now in your hands, can’t help but already imagine you wearing it. Slapping his head mentally, he stands up before leading you to the bathroom so you and Yebin can change.

The top of the swimsuit features a sweetheart neckline that gently accentuates your bust, with thin, adjustable straps that tie behind your neck, offering both comfort and a customizable fit. The silk drapes beautifully, creating a subtle, elegant V-shape that highlights your collarbones and shoulders.

A playful ruffle or a delicate bow detail at the bust adds a hint of whimsy and femininity, while the silk’s natural sheen enhances the overall sophistication of the look.

The bottoms are high-waisted with a sleek, minimalistic cut that elongates your legs and cinches your waist. The smooth silk fabric ensures a comfortable fit, and the high cut on the legs adds a touch of allure.

Gold or silver accents, such as tiny clasps or decorative elements at the sides, give a touch of sparkle without overwhelming the delicate silk. Overall, your silk swimsuit makes you look both irresistibly cute and effortlessly sexy.

”Wow” Jungkook says under his breath upon seeing you approaching him on the couch. Jungkook’s eyes lingered a moment too long on your form, his usual cool demeanor faltering as he took in the sight of you. He quickly clears his throat, trying to mask his obvious admiration but still looks at you ”You look beautiful”. You mutter a thanks.

’’I would have let you guys be alone’’ you hit her arm which caused her to hiss before continuing ’’but I don’t know the way to your pool, don’t want to be lost in this huge house you know’’ she laughs softly.

Scratching his head Jungkook makes his way to the stairs in front of you "Let��s not keep everyone waiting too long," Jungkook says with a grin, gesturing for you and Yebin to follow him downstairs. "The pool’s this way.”

Arriving at the end of the stairs, he lets you go in front while he stalls behind. Facing the pool you're greeted by a stunning, unexpected sight—a luxurious pool that transforms the space into an elegant oasis. The water is a serene, crystalline blue, rippling softly under the glow of ambient lighting embedded in the pool's edges. The walls of the basement pool are clad in smooth, polished stone that gives off a gentle, earthy warmth, creating a sense of being enveloped in a sophisticated, natural cave. Subtle veins of marble run through the stone, adding texture and depth, while strategically placed recessed lights cast a soft, diffused glow that accentuates the walls' rich, organic patterns.

Soft, warm light fixtures cast a golden hue across the room, highlighting the sleek, polished stone floors that surround the pool. The air is cool and carries a faint scent of fresh water, while the gentle sound of water lapping against the pool's edge creates a tranquil, almost meditative atmosphere.

It's a private paradise, hidden away from the world above, offering a perfect blend of serenity and luxury.

The splashing of the water makes you come out of your frozen state, admiring the dreaming waters. ’’Your pool is amazing Jungkook’’ Jimin says, swimming to the edge to come closer to where you were standing. You notice him taking a double check when his gaze lands on Yebin.

You try to hide your smirk while looking at their interaction. Stepping aside your back bumps into someone's chest, you look behind meeting Jungkook’s eyes looking at you.

Was he this close ? Trying not to react from this, you make a little distance before beaming “It’s so cool to have the pool”. He nods “You should go in the water before I take you in my arms and jump with you” he winks.

You smack his chest ‘oh firm as heck.’ “You dare” you challenge him for fun because you know if he wants to then he would actually do it.

Seeing him approaching you, you shout “No, I was kidding, don’t you dare Kook.” Squinting your eyes, you crouch down to slip into the water “See, I can do it by myself”.

The cool embrace instantly washing over you. The sensation is both refreshing and soothing. The pool is perfectly temperate, not too cold, yet just cool enough to make your skin tingle with delight.

As you glide through the water, it feels silky against your skin, like liquid satin wrapping around you in the most comforting way. Every movement sends soft ripples across the surface, shimmering under the ambient glow of the pool lights. The gentle current created by your motions feels like a gentle massage, caressing every part of your body as you swim.

You take a deep breath, letting yourself float on your back, staring up at the soft, golden light fixtures that cast a warm, inviting hue over the room. The water carries you effortlessly, buoyant and light, almost as if you’re floating in a dream. The faint scent of fresh water fills your senses, adding to the tranquil ambiance, while the soft, rhythmic lapping of water against the pool’s edge lulls you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

You close your eyes, savoring the sensation, every inch of you feeling revitalized and alive in this luxurious oasis.

"Wow," you whisper to yourself, utterly entranced by the water’s magic, "this feels incredible."

Jungkook giggles before looking at him, and you are welcome at the scene where he is holding the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off with a swift motion. His toned muscles flex subtly with the movement, and for a brief moment, his shirt gets caught on his head, causing him to let out a playful laugh as he wrestles with the fabric. When he finally frees himself, his hair is tousled, falling messily over his eyes, making him look effortlessly handsome.

The soft lighting of the pool area accentuates his features, highlighting the defined lines of his chest and abs. You can't help but notice how the cool air of the room contrasts with the warmth of his skin, a light sheen of water catching the light from when he was playing near the edge earlier. He tosses his shirt to the side casually and catches your gaze, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Like what you see?" he teases, stepping closer to the pool’s edge. His voice is playful, but there’s a hint of challenge in his tone, almost daring you to respond.

You roll your eyes with a smile, trying to play it cool despite the sudden flutter in your chest. "Maybe," you reply with a smirk, "but I'm more impressed with the view down here." Your gaze shifts, catching the sight of him standing tall above you at the pool's edge. Seeing this view from below, with the water gently lapping around you, is something else entirely.

He chuckles, clearly amused by your response. "Well then," he says, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess it's my turn to join you in the water."

With that, Jungkook steps up to the pool’s edge, and without any further warning, he jumps in, creating a big splash. The cool water rushes over you, and you laugh, shaking your head as he surfaces nearby, water droplets cascading down his face.

"You're impossible," you say, still smiling, as he swims closer to you, his grin widening.

"Maybe," he admits, "but I make things more interesting, don’t I?"

You hum at him, trying not to smile so hard before Jimin joins you “Wanna do a swim race guys ?”

You quickly decline, knowing you can’t compete with them—especially not Jungkook. Besides, swimming isn’t exactly your strong suit, and the last thing you want is to embarrass yourself by nearly drowning in Jungkook’s pool. “Nah I am good, I would rather be a spectator than racing with you guys.”

It's not that you think being a woman means you can't compete with men—that's not it at all. You can totally do the race, you just know your own limits when it comes to swimming, and let's face it, you're barely more than a doggy-paddler.

“Same for me, we’ll see who is the hottest one in the pool” Yebin comes to you while hugging you by the side. You laugh at what she just said “This is nonsense Yebin, you know i am the hottest already.” Jimin leans back slightly, pushing his chest forward, as if daring everyone to admire the muscular lines of his torso.

“Actually I understand what she means, a man who knows his way to swim is kinda sexy.” You give a playful smile as you hear your best friend saying that’s why we are meant to be best friends.

With that Jungkook decides to do his best in the race, maybe winning because he is the type to be really competitive but also will try to show his skills in swimming so that your eyes will only be on his body and not on his friends. He will give you a show.

As everyone gathers around the pool, you and Yebin find a comfortable spot near the edge to watch. You lean back on your hands, legs dangling in the water, while Yebin sits cross-legged beside you, sipping on her drink.

“Are they really going to race?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you watch the guys line up at the pool’s edge, their expressions playful but determined.

Yebin nods, a grin spreading across her face. “Oh, definitely. They’ve been talking about who’s the fastest swimmer for hours now.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Boys and their competitions,” you say, glancing over at Jungkook, who’s adjusting his goggles and flashing a confident smile. You can’t help but notice how his muscles tense slightly, showing off his athletic build. You feel a flutter in your chest but quickly brush it off, focusing on the race.

“Hey, don’t pretend you’re not interested,” Yebin teases, nudging your shoulder with hers. “I saw you checking Jungkook out. Not that I blame you—he looks good.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, trying to play it cool despite the teasing. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mutter, but you know there’s no hiding the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Deciding to turn the tables, you grin mischievously at Yebin. “What about Jimin, huh?” you say, leaning closer to her and lowering your voice conspiratorially. “What’s happening between you two?” You nudge her waist with your elbow, a playful glint in your eye.

Yebin’s eyes widen slightly, and she lets out a surprised laugh. “Nothing’s happening!” she insists, though her cheeks flush a little. “We’re just friends, that’s all.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Just friends, huh? The way you two were looking at each other earlier didn’t seem very platonic to me.”

Yebin playfully smacks your arm. “Stop it!” she giggles, glancing over at Jimin, who’s stretching and preparing for the race. “Okay, maybe we are closer. But that’s it! Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

You laugh, satisfied with your teasing. “Alright, alright. I won’t say anything… for now.” You wink, and Yebin shakes her head, smiling.

Jimin, Joon-woo, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Mingyu all position themselves at the edge of the pool, preparing to dive in. Taehyung shouts, “Ready, set, go!” and they all launch themselves into the water in perfect synchronization.

You and Yebin cheer loudly, laughing as the guys swim furiously, their arms cutting through the water with powerful strokes. Jungkook and Jimin quickly take the lead, their competitive spirits driving them forward.

Yebin leans over to whisper in your ear, “Who do you think will win?”

You shrug, eyes glued to the race. “I’m not sure, but Jungkook looks pretty determined.”

As the guys reach the halfway mark, it’s clear that it’s a close race between Jungkook and Jimin, with the others not far behind. You can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement watching them, the energy in the air contagious.

“Come on, Jungkook!” you shout, surprising yourself with how invested you’ve become.

Yebin laughs, nudging you again “I knew it,” she says with a smirk. “You’re totally into this.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Maybe I am,” you admit, enjoying the moment more than you expected.

With a final burst of speed, Jungkook touches the wall just a fraction of a second before Jimin, and the group erupts into cheers and applause. You clap and cheer along with them, caught up in the excitement.

Jungkook surfaces, breathing hard but grinning from ear to ear. He looks over at you, his eyes twinkling, and you can’t help but smile back, feeling a strange but welcome warmth spread through your chest.

After another thirty minutes of swimming, everyone decides to call it a night. Joon-woo and Mingyu have already left a little earlier when their girlfriends have called. So it’s just you, Jungkook, Yebin, Jimin and Taehyung.

You wrap yourself in a fluffy towel that Jungkook handed out to everyone, feeling the warmth against your damp skin. As you and Yebin head toward the stairs, Jimin catches up with you.

"Hey," he says, a hopeful glint in his eyes, "do you wanna do like last time and have an after-party at my place?"

You glance at Yebin, who looks as tired as you feel, before turning back to Jimin. “Thanks, Jimin, but I think I’ve had so much fun here already that I’m not sure I’ll stay awake by the time we get to your place,” you reply with a friendly smile. “I’m really sorry.”

Jimin waves it off with a smile of his own. “It’s okay, I get it. No worries.”

A mischievous thought crosses your mind, and you quickly act on it. “But,” you add, giving Yebin a light nudge, “I think Yebin might be up for it. She just told me she wanted to have some more fun before calling it a night. Right?”

Yebin’s eyes widen in surprise as she shoots you a look. You can practically see the wheels turning in her head as she realizes what you’ve just done. She had mentioned wanting to extend the night earlier, but she didn’t expect you to tell Jimin directly. You know there’ll be a talk about this later, but you can’t help but grin, thinking she might actually thank you for pushing her into it.

Jimin looks at Yebin with a hopeful smile. “Really? That sounds great!”

Caught off guard but not wanting to disappoint, Yebin stammers for a second before finally nodding, a small smile forming on her lips. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

You watch as Jimin’s face lights up, and he starts talking excitedly about the after-party. Meanwhile, Yebin gives you a sidelong glance that clearly says, I’m going to get you for this, but there’s a hint of gratitude there, too. You just smile back, shrugging innocently.

You feel a sense of satisfaction. Maybe this little nudge will lead to something more for them, and at the very least, it seems like the night is far from over for some.

While you wrap the towel tighter around yourself, you turn towards Jungkook and see Taehyung giving a brother hug “See you Jeon, good night.” Jungkook gives him a tap on the back before telling him to drive safely.

Heading to the stairs Taehyung sees you as he smiles before giving you a short hug too “Have a good night YN, it was fun to see you here.” You return the hug before thanking him and wishing him the same “Head home safe Tae” You smile.

As you watch Taehyung head upstairs, Jungkook walks over, towel wraps around his waist and a soft smile on his face. His wet hair falls slightly over his eyes, making him look almost boyish, a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor. He stops in front of you, his gaze steady yet gentle.

"You had fun tonight?" he asks, his voice low, almost lost in the soft chatter of the others getting ready to leave.

You nod, wrapping the towel a bit tighter around your shoulders. "Yeah, it was… unexpected but in a good way. Your place is amazing, Jungkook. And that pool," you say, shaking your head with a small laugh, "I still can’t believe you have one in the basement."

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. "Yeah, it’s kind of crazy, huh? But I’m glad you enjoyed it. I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with everything."

You catch a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. It makes your heart squeeze a little, reminding you of the Jungkook you used to know—someone who, despite everything, always wanted the people around him to feel at ease.

"It was great," you assure him, smiling softly. "Really. I’m glad I came."

For a moment, there’s a comfortable silence between you, the kind that speaks more than words ever could. Then, Jungkook glances toward the stairs where Taehyung disappeared and back at you.

"So," he says, clearing his throat, "do you need a ride home? I don’t mind dropping you off."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a flutter of something unidentifiable in your chest. There’s a part of you that wants to prolong this night, to keep talking and maybe find a bit more of the connection you once had. And the truth is, you’re not quite ready for the night to end yet.

Before you can answer, Yebin’s voice calls out from behind you, "Hey, are we heading out?"

You turn to see her waiting by the stairs with Jimin, both looking like they’re ready to continue their night elsewhere. You look back at Jungkook.

"I think I might actually stay a little longer," you say, your voice almost surprising yourself with its decisiveness. "If that’s okay with you?"

Jungkook's face lights up in a smile, the kind that reaches his eyes and makes them sparkle. "Of course, it's okay. I’d love to have you stay."

Yebin raises an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look before she shrugs. "Alright then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Have fun!" she says with a wink, grabbing Jimin’s arm and heading up the stairs.

As they leave, the house grows quieter, and you realize it’s just you and Jungkook in the spacious basement. He looks at you, his expression soft but a little uncertain, as if he’s not sure what to say next.

"Do you want to grab a drink?" he suggests, nodding towards the stairs. "Or maybe swim a little more?"

You hum thoughtfully, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement flutter in your stomach. "We could grab a drink and enjoy it on the deck chair, and we’ll see where the night takes us."

He smiles, nodding in agreement before heading up the stairs to prepare the drinks and make sure the front door is locked after his friends left.

As the night unfolds, you find yourself easing into conversation with him, the awkwardness gradually melting away, replaced by a sense of comfort you haven't felt in a long time. There’s still so much left unsaid between you, a lot of complexities to navigate, but for now, you’re content just being here with him.

After finishing your drinks, you decide to go back into the pool. Jungkook has been swimming for about ten minutes, making lazy laps while you sit on the deck chair, watching him and laughing at his jokes.

Standing up, you remove your towel and drape it over the chair. As you approach the pool's edge, you notice that Jungkook is still underwater, gliding smoothly through the water. Taking the opportunity, you quietly slip into the pool, the cool water enveloping you as you enter without him noticing.

You move silently through the water, trying not to disturb the gentle ripples Jungkook is creating. A few moments pass, and he finally surfaces, his hair slicked back, water dripping down his face. He blinks a few times, surprised to see you so close.

"You snuck in here quietly," he says with a playful grin, wiping the water from his eyes.

You shrug, giving him a teasing smile. "Just wanted to see if I could surprise you."

Jungkook chuckles, moving closer to you, the space between you shrinking. "Well, mission accomplished."

For a moment, the two of you just float there, the water lapping softly around you. The mood shifts slightly, the lightness of the moment giving way to something more serious. His gaze holds yours, and you feel a familiar tension, the kind that’s been between you since the beginning of the night.

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. "It’s nice being here."

There’s a pause, the kind that feels heavy with unspoken words. The water around you seems to amplify the quiet, every small sound echoing. You wonder if now is the time to talk about everything that’s been left unsaid, or if you should just enjoy this rare, peaceful moment together.

“Hey-” he laughs as you splash water his way before he does the same.

You try to turn and swim away, but before you can get too far, you feel his strong arms wrap around you, gently pulling you back. You gasp softly as he brings you close, your back pressing against his chest. Despite the closeness, he leaves a small gap between you, his touch careful and respectful.

His breath is warm against your ear as he chuckles softly. “Not so fast,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “I’ve got you now.”

Your heart races, the sensation of his body against yours sending a shiver down your spine. You twist slightly in his hold, half-turning to face him, your eyes locking with his. “And what are you going to do now that you’ve caught me?” you ask, your voice playful, but your heart hammering with anticipation.

He smirks, his gaze flicking to your lips for just a moment before meeting your eyes again. “Guess we’ll just have to see,” he replies, his tone filled with a mix of mischief and something deeper.

For a moment, everything else fades away—the cool water, the quiet of the house, the rest of the world. It’s just the two of you, caught in this moment, the tension between you palpable and electric. You can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen next, and as you stare into his eyes, you realize you don’t mind finding out.

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Arching your back, you press closer against him, and Jungkook gets the message, pulling you firmly to his chest until there’s no space left between you. Your heart races, the warmth of his body seeping into yours as you slowly turn around in his hold to face him.

Your gaze locks onto his, and for a moment, neither of you move. Your eyes slowly drift down to his beautiful, kissable lips, lingering there. The air between you feels charged, every inch of your skin tingling with the nearness of him.

You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers gently brushing the nape of his neck. Leaning in just a bit, you test the waters, half-expecting him to pull away. But he doesn’t. Instead, his hands tighten slightly on your waist, holding you closer, his breath warm against your face.

It’s as if he’s waiting—waiting for you to move just a little closer, to close the small gap between you. And as you lean in, his lips meet yours.

Now, you can’t blame it on the drinks because you both only had non-alcoholic ones, and whatever you drank when you first arrived at his place has long since worn off.

His lips are warm and soft, moving gently against yours in a way that feels both familiar and thrillingly new. There's a moment of hesitation, as if you're both savoring the sensation, before the kiss deepens. Jungkook’s hands slide up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks, sending shivers down your spine.

Your heart races as you press closer, your arms tightening around his neck. The world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you floating in the water, the coolness of the pool a stark contrast to the heat of the kiss. His tongue lightly grazes your bottom lip, asking for entrance, and you part your lips slightly, allowing him in. The kiss becomes more passionate, and you lose yourself in the moment, forgetting everything else.

The kiss lingers, becoming a slow exploration, a rediscovery of something you didn't realize you missed so much. When you finally pull away for air, your foreheads rest against each other, and you both smile, a little breathless.

Jungkook's gaze flicks down to your lips again, and you feel a magnetic pull, like the universe is gently nudging you forward.

When your lips touch again, his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer with a possessive yet tender grip. His lips move with a slow, deliberate passion, and you melt into the kiss. You can taste the faint sweetness of the non-alcoholic drinks you both had earlier, mingling with the fresh, crisp scent of the water.

Jungkook’s touch becomes more insistent, guiding you into a more fervent embrace. You feel his heart racing against your chest, a thrilling reminder of how in sync you both are. Your hands explore the contours of his shoulders and back, feeling the subtle tension of his muscles as he responds to you.

You gasp when he wraps your legs around his middle so he can swim with you in his arms to the edge of the pool to rest your back against it, without breaking the kiss.

The edge is slightly elevated, but you remain comfortably afloat. Jungkook’s hands rest lightly on your waist, his touch warm and steady, holding you in place with a sense of intimacy and security. While you hug him closer to you.

Your eyes meet his, and the intensity in Jungkook’s gaze makes your breath hitch. As you inch closer to give him a peck on his lips, you giggle before gasping again when he turns you around so your back is facing him.

Jungkook kisses your cheek before trailing down your neck to give you a sloppy kiss “You smell so good YN.” You hum at the softness of his lips. Taking one of his hands, you guide him to pull you closer to his body.

But his hands went lower than you attended, reaching your lower belly and to the hem of your bottom swimsuit you inhale sharply.

"Tell me you want it too, if not I'll stop I promise" he whispers in your ears as he traces your lines under the water. Your breath becomes heavier from the way his hands roams against your body or because you were out of breath from kissing him "Jungkook I-"

Jungkook places his soft lips on your right shoulder, giving you a few ghostly kisses that make you freeze. “Tell me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin before trailing up your earlobe to plant his lips yet again.

His voice is low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine. You can’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and anticipation as you turn your head slightly to meet his gaze, the proximity heightening the tension between you.

Keeping your eye contact, you take his tattooed hand that is on your waist to guide it to where you need him the most—at this instant. “Do something already.”

“You sure ?” unsure he asks, placing his head in the crook of your neck.

“If i am not i would have done something to push you away” you tell softly, putting your head on his shoulder, you look at him before giving him a soft kiss on his cheek.

He doesn’t wait for you to rush him again as his hand cups you before slipping the bottom on the side before inserting his index and his middle finger into you making you squeal and close your eyes.

“You are so wet” he says into your ear as if afraid someone could hear him. “We are in the water.” you manage to say despite what you feel with his fingers inside of you.

He giggles before pushing his hand even harder “You still want to tease me when I have you like that baby ?” he states while looking at your blissful expression with your mouth slightly open where your sounds come from when he makes you feel this good.

When you feel your orgasm coming, he pulls out his fingers making you whine “Why ar-” your gasp cuts you off when his fingers make their way into you again. But you also feel another presence on your ass which you know, his hardness is pressing against you which doubles the pleasure you feel.

“I am here baby, cum for me” hearing him say that, you don’t control before letting go.

“You were so good for me” Jungkook utters as you turn in his arms to face him. “I should be the one to say this to you” wrapping your arms around his neck you continue “I’ve never felt this way with just fingers, you are wow.”

He cutely smiles at you which makes you realize how this cute man in front of you was the one who made you moan minutes ago. “You haven’t seen all of me yet YN” he takes your legs and wraps them around him, whispering, “Hold onto me tightly, baby.” You follow his instruction, holding him close as he lifts you out of the water. He sits down on the pool deck with you on his lap, pulling you into a passionate kiss. One hand behind your neck and the other one that is on your waist is sliding up to your chest. “Hmm” you moan in the kiss when you feel him squeezing one of your breasts. You start to grind your hips to feel some friction and break the kiss “I want you now” you utter.

Hoisting you up in his arms, Jungkook walks over to the couch in the corner beside the pool before gently laying you down. “Wait here, let me just grab a condom,” he says quickly, darting towards the nearest bathroom.

When he returns, he sees you sitting on your knees on the couch without your bikini bottom but you kept your top. However, that makes him try to hide his smirk before walking up to you and taking off his swim shorts and putting on the protection.

Your eyes trail his body up and down before landing on his member that makes you gulp. The last time you saw him naked, you couldn’t watch him as it was pretty quick and it was in a dark hotel room. Now you can take your time to admire his beautiful body. Without thinking you reach for his member with your hands, you hear him heave a heavy breath that makes you look up to look into his eyes.

Before you can do something with his cock, he stops you by caressing your cheek “You don’t have to YN” you are about to reason but he puts his index finger on your lips “No. Another time, I want to make you feel good tonight. Let me have you please.”

Hearing him, you utter “You have me Kook.”

He groans before laying you back down on the couch, and him on top of you, kissing sloppily on your neck that you are sure there will be marks. He pushes his hardness into your core and makes you sigh. You can’t wait anymore so you push him onto the couch so that you can be on top, straddling his lap with your legs on either side of him. Looking at him, you see his surprise in his eyes, giving him a quick peck “What” you giggle “I want to be in charge, if you don’t mind”.

“I don’t mind” He chuckles as he grabs your hips and places you on his cock. You begin to grind, he exhales slowly, the weight of the breath almost audible. When you finally put him inside of you, you both hum with pleasure.

“You feel so good” you cry out, you continue to adjust and go up and down with your rhythm before you find the extreme pleasure that makes you go a little faster. Also, with his hands squeezing your butt, he helps your movements. Reaching behind you, you release the knot from the bikini top. As the knot came undone, the straps fell away from your shoulders. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the cool air against your skin.

Jungkook has had his eyes on you since earlier so when he sees your chest being revealed, he was about to choke on his saliva, he gulps. Watching this view from below is not how he thought the night would go. “You are so beautiful.” He tells you.

You couldn’t respond with him sitting up to take your perky nipples into his mouth and fucking you from below. You release a blissful sound, wrapping your arms around his neck, you hug him as you try to meet his thrusts.

“I am close” you whisper in ecstasy. “Me too baby” shoving his hips into yours for a minute before you both finish. Jungkook lays back down with you laying onto his chest as you both pant. He kisses your forehead “You are amazing” you look up at him as you say “As you are.”

You both can’t seem to stay away so are your hands.

Under the cascading shower, the world outside seems to fade away as you and Jungkook find yourselves lost in the moment again. The warmth of the water is nothing compared to the heat between you. With every glance and touch, the attraction becomes undeniable. Jungkook's fingers trace a gentle path along your skin, sending shivers of anticipation through you. Unable to resist, his lips meet yours in a kiss that is both tender and urgent. The kiss deepens as the water envelops you both, amplifying the intimacy of the moment. Hands explore with a mix of tenderness and longing, each touch a silent confession of the feelings you share. In that intimate space, everything else ceases to matter, leaving only the shared warmth and closeness of the two of you.

As the morning comes, the sun shining through the curtains of Jungkook’s room wakes you up. You try to stretch, but it’s hard to move with the man in your arms holding onto you so tightly, as if he’s afraid you might disappear. His breath tickles your neck, his face nestled into the crook of it, and his arm is draped around your waist, pulling you close.

You smile softly, feeling a mix of warmth and contentment. Carefully, you try to adjust yourself without waking him, but the slight movement causes him to tighten his grip, murmuring something unintelligible in his sleep. You let out a quiet chuckle, finding his sleepy clinginess endearing.

For a moment, you close your eyes again, savoring the feeling of being wrapped up in his embrace, his steady breathing calming your thoughts. This closeness feels natural, as if you both belong here, in this moment, together.

"Morning," his raspy voice murmurs, pulling you from your thoughts. You open your eyes to find Jungkook gazing at you, his expression soft and sleepy. "Morning, Kook," you reply, a smile spreading across your face at how adorable he looks in the morning.

This is the first time you've seen him like this—waking up next to him, with him nestled in your arms. There's something incredibly peaceful about the moment, as if the world outside doesn’t exist, and it’s just the two of you in this quiet, intimate space. His hair is tousled, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and there's a lazy grin on his lips that makes your heart flutter.

Well you've ended up in bed with Jungkook before, but it was not like this—not this sweet, quiet moment filled with tenderness. This time, there’s no awkwardness, no rush to get up or figure out what comes next. Just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, basking in the warmth of the early morning light streaming through the curtains.

You can't help but think how much you could get used to mornings like this, waking up beside him, feeling his warmth and the comfort of his presence.

“I would like to stay here, but we should get up and eat something. We still need to talk,” you say softly, not wanting to rush him or break the peaceful bubble you’re both in.

Jungkook groans, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck as he pulls you closer, his grip around your waist tightening. “Just a little more, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and something that sounds almost like reluctance.

His cute, sleepy plea makes you giggle softly, the sound filling the quiet room. You can't resist the way he nuzzles into you, his breath warm against your skin, so you give in with a gentle nod. “Alright,” you whisper, running your fingers through his tousled hair, feeling the soft strands slip between your fingers. “Just a little longer.”

“So”, Jungkook clears his throat, breaking the silence “about what happened between us,” he begins, his voice tentative, searching your face for any hint of how you might be feeling.

After finishing breakfast, you and Jungkook find yourselves back on the couch in his living room. The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting soft, golden light across the room. There's a palpable tension in the air as you sit next to each other, the lingering taste of iced coffee on your lips. Both of you know the conversation that needs to happen, but neither seems eager to start.

You nod, folding your legs under you as you turn to face him. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. About that night… and what it meant for us.”

He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment. “I know it was intense. And I know we agreed back then that it was just a one-time thing. But it was more than that, wasn’t it?”

You bite your lip, remembering how things had changed between you after that night. “It was, Jungkook. It really was. But I think we both needed time to understand what it meant for us individually. I needed to figure out what I wanted, and I guess you did too.”

Jungkook nods, his expression earnest. “I felt the same. It was confusing, and it scared me. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, but I didn’t know how to handle what was happening between us. That’s why I suggested we take a break from our friendship, to grow and see where we stood on our own.”

You let out a sigh, your shoulders relaxing a little. “I’m glad we did, though. Even if it hurt at the time. I think we both needed that space. It gave us the chance to reflect and figure things out, to understand ourselves better.”

He reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. “I missed you, you know. Every day. But I’m glad we’re here now, having this conversation. It feels like we’re finally being honest with each other, not hiding from what we really feel.”

You squeeze his hand, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. “I missed you too, Jungkook. More than I thought I would. And I guess… I’m ready to be honest about what I want now.”

He smiles softly, his eyes meeting yours with a newfound openness. “Me too. So, where do we go from here?”

You take a deep breath, considering his question. “I think… We take it one step at a time. No pressure, no expectations. Just seeing where this goes, together.”

Jungkook nods, his smile growing. “I’d like that. I’d really like that.”

As you sit there, hand in hand, Jungkook gently pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in a comforting embrace. You both realize that this new beginning might be just what you needed—a chance to rebuild, grow, and explore what lies ahead together.

“I guess we’ve found our way back to each other after all,” you say with a soft smile, breaking the hug slightly to inch closer to his face. The warmth of his breath on your skin sends a familiar shiver down your spine.

“I think we have,” he hums, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of affection and anticipation. Slowly, he leans in, as Jungkook’s lips meet yours, you both can't help but smile into the kiss. It’s a soft, tender moment filled with warmth and understanding, and you can feel the tension of the past few months melting away.

His smile grows against your lips, and you can’t help but let out a light laugh, feeling a giddy mix of relief and happiness. The kiss deepens naturally, your smiles lingering as you savor the feeling of being close again, the unspoken promise of a fresh start sealing between you.

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