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jungkook x y/n - ex’s to lovers

angst, fluff, smut

jungkook was an idiot. the biggest idiot that had ever graced this earth, that he was sure of. he had everything at his disposal - good looks, charming personality, a physique that drove most of the women around him insane. he had an infamous tattoo shop that was growing to be more and more well known, incredible colleagues and even better friends. jungkook had everything, except the one thing he wanted the most. you.

you were his once too, but after a stupid rash decision on his part alongside some harsh words, you had packed up and walked away. you were many things, but you weren’t someone who would put up with any of his shit, especially when it was undeserving. it had been 2 months since jungkook had made you walk away from your 3 year relationship, and you were beyond upset. he was fairing even worse, but he knew that he couldn’t live like this any longer. he had to get you back, had to make you his girl once more - nothing really made sense in his life if he wasn’t sharing it with you.

the stupid catalyst for the argument had been the immense amount of female clients that were coming into his shop. you weren’t someone who was overtly jealous or possessive, but even you had to admit it was ridiculous the way they would fawn over him and do the absolute most and he would sit there completely oblivious. your breaking point was when one of his past situationships had come in, practically undressed in front of him only to decide she didn’t even want to get a tattoo but would rather spend her hour slot conversing with him.

you were sick of him not understanding and seeing it from your perspective. the irony of it all was if jungkook was anything, he was a jealous, jealous man. the mere thought of a man looking at you had him pouting and groaning, and there had been many nights in your relationship that had left you in bed, too sore to move after the rough fucking he had given you. it was a constant push and pull in his direction, and you were left confused when you realised it didn’t apply to you.

going back to your shared apartment that night was surreal. you hadn’t ever expected that this would be the night everything changed. you had brought it up to him, eliciting a long sigh as a response as you bickered over the same thing over and over and over.

“jungkook, why can’t you take me seriously?” you had huffed, big frown on your lips as you stood uncomfortably. “it’s not fair, you know how uncomfortable this would make you if it was the other way around.”

“y/n, what do you want me to do? it’s literally my job.” he grumbled back, turning his back to you as he continued his task of cooking something for the both of you.

you shook your head. “oh fuck you, you know that isn’t what i’m complaining about. jimin works there too, and yoongi, but they’re tactful and respectful. you like the girls coming up to you.” you frustratedly pushed your hair out of your face. “do you know how fucked that is? you genuinely enjoy it.”

jungkook could feel himself getting angry at your words, turning off the stove before whipping around to face you. “you’re so fucking clingy, y/n. it’s my job, and you know how much time and effort i’ve put into this shop, why would i listen to you when all you’re doing is putting your stupid feelings before anything else?”

there were a few beats of silence. you looked up at the tall boy that held every inch of your heart. it felt like he had crushed your very soul with each word, with each loud grumble that left him. he, in turn, looked down at you, instantly regretting his choice of words knowing they weren’t true and he sincerely didn’t mean them; that meant little considering he had already said it.

“okay.” you had simply replied, with a soft nod of your head. “thank you for making my decision for me.”

his eyebrows had furrowed. the look on your face was something that terrified him, a mix of utter despair and a slow calm that was quietly taking over. you had tears in your eyes, but they weren’t falling and the shake in your hands were hidden away.

you had grabbed your bag, and slipped on your shoes. he began walking towards you, reaching for you but the look you gave him rendered him speechless. this wasn’t just another argument, and the thought began to make anxiety pill in his stomach. “i’m sorry, y/n, let’s..let’s talk about it properly, okay? i shouldn’t have said that.”

“you shouldn’t have.” you agreed with a nod. “and that’s why i’m done jungkook. i don’t need to have the same conversation over and over and over. i shouldn’t have to ask you to respect me.”

it was like cold ice and cool air had swallowed him whole. what was he doing? what was he saying? why was he acting the way he was acting, over what and over who? he reached for you again but you had already began walking to the door. “baby, i’m sorry, okay? please, don’t walk out, we can..we can talk about this right?”

you scoffed with a shake of your head. “i’m going to stay at yejin’s. i’m tired.” you whispered, not looking back. you knew if you turned to look at him, you’d crumble and it wasn’t fair to yourself. you walked out, just as the tears began to stream, and jungkook could have sworn his life had ended.

——

the first week of you being away was akin to a million bullets in his body. you hadn’t responded to his calls or his multiple messages, and you couldn’t bring yourself to come to the tattoo shop despite it being a spot you and all of your shared friends frequented.

by week two, his pillows had become permanently stained by his tears and he was visibly deflated. he had no one else to blame but himself and that much was obvious.

it was week three where it had really solidified. yejin had come by and gotten a few things for you, collecting your stuff. considering you were all in the same friendship group, she let him cry in her arms for an hour before she called namjoon to take care of him - this wasn’t a happy outcome for anyone.

now, he was sat in his tattoo parlour, head down on this desk whilst the lights remained on despite having closed hours ago. two months had passed, not a single word shared between you two and it was killing him in ways he couldn’t even comprehend. you were like this, he knew that. you shut people out the second you felt hurt, a way to protect yourself you once told him - he was sure that you had moved on and healed from that part of your life but seeing it in action now confirmed how badly he must have hurt you.

“you need to go home.” yoongi murmured, resting his body on the doorframe of jungkook’s tattooing room.

“don’t like going home.” he sighed back, rubbing over his tired eyes. “just so quiet.”

yoongi let out a loud groan, head thrown back. he stomped his feet akin to a small child and shook his head rapidly back and forth, as if physically ridding him of the sight of jungkook being so pathetic.

“my god, get a fucking grip already.”

the tatted man looked up, mouth agape, half in shock half in confusion.

“you want y/n?” he grunted, finger pointing at him. jungkook nodded quickly. “then get the fuck up. god, you’re so annoying, how did you last 3 years?” the older man huffed, wobbling away to his own room to get his things.

jungkook stood up, pouting in pure desperation. “how? she won’t answer my calls or texts, yejin doesn’t come round when we’re all here which means i can’t even ask how she’s doing.” he whined, following yoongi. “i just want my girl back, i’ll do anything.”

“then do it.” he groaned once more. “do you not get it? you’re in this situation because you kept making the wrong decision over and over again, and she was sick of it. she had every right to walk away and frankly, she doesn’t owe you anything.”

jungkook nodded frantically, following the older man as he packed his things up properly for the night. “i know, fuck i know, and i’ll do anything to make it up to her. i can’t believe i’ve made her feel this way, i just want another chance.”

“earn it.” yoongi finished. “stop waiting for a chance, go and earn it. show her you’re worthy of it.”

——

you were sat on yejin’s couch, in a big t-shirt and sleep shorts. you were embarrassed to admit out loud how much comfort the large piece of cotton on your body was giving you, especially considering it all stemmed from the faint scent laced in that reminded you so strongly of jungkook. your kookie.

you felt half ashamed for being so rash in your decision to leave him and half determined. why should you put up with behaviour that upset you, and why should you let someone who had the key to your very soul hurt you? you loved him more than you were ever ready to admit, despite 3 years together, but you had to come to terms with the fact it just didn’t matter anymore.

yejin, one of your best friends, had taken it upon herself to look after you. living in the same shared space as jungkook for so long meant you were entirely used to his presence and routine, and now that you weren’t together, life had fallen on its axis. regardless, she was incredible, she had held your hands without judgement and continuously supported you in whatever decision you wanted to make despite also being jungkook’s close friend.

she was cooking something up for you both in the kitchen as you simply stared into space. you felt so hollow without him, but you weren’t really sure what you were supposed to do - you couldn’t handle seeing all of those girls constantly fawning over him whilst you too were in his presence.

jungkook’s biggest problem was that he was too nice. you knew this better than most, considering it was the one thing that attracted you to him the most when you first met - this unfortunately came with its own cons. he was gullible and naive, he couldn’t tell when people were openly flirting with him or crossing the line because he was open about having you as his girlfriend, he assumed they understood and that they too were overly friendly.

his tattoo page on Instagram had blown up, his work truly spoke for itself and you had cried countless times over how proud you were of him. a win for him was a win for you, and you both lived by that philosophy. but you’d notice certain girls coming in, booking specifically with him, only to spend their entire consultation slot flirting with him. they’d then leave, with no intention of actually booking in a tattoo. he’d take their compliments on his work as genuine and feel overtly flattered, and of course quite enjoyed the recognition of his work, but jungkook was painfully unaware of their intentions.

overtime, it began chipping at you. countless arguments and conversations between you both now resulted in the situation you were in right now. you knew, genuinely knew, that he would do anything for you, but you couldn’t ask him outright to do anything unless he could see a problem with it too. jungkook wasn’t just an ordinary partner, he was every single thing you had ever wanted.

you’d had your fair share of horrible flings and partners before him, constantly being emotionally manipulated and taken advantage of - it was ironic really, that when you met the tall tatted boy, you had sworn off men for the rest of your life. in less than 3 months, you had become his girlfriend and he began showering you with love that you genuinely never believed in. 3 years of pure bliss, with a single thorn in your side but it was too big to ignore.

so here you sat, staring into space with bags growing under your eyes and the faint scent of the love of your life lingering into the shirt you clung to. yejin was someone you had met years prior to meeting jungkook, and slowly your friendship circles had melded into a big group of 9. you weren’t sure how you were supposed to navigate this, and you were too scared to reach out to him after two months of purposeful distance.

before you could even open your mouth to share your thoughts with yejin, the door knocked. your head peeked up to look over at her, watching as she struggled with her hands full. “it’s okay, i’ll go.” you reassured.

your feet were padded in your slippers as you walked over to the door, smoothening your hair. you unlocked and pulled it open, a loud and audible gasp leaving your lips.

jungkook stood in front of you. clad in his usual all black attire. you blinked at him, drinking every inch in as your brain completely disintegrated. broad shoulders and that furrow in his brow, his jaw was tight and he was frowning so deeply - he hadn’t slept. you could tell from the purple underneath his eyes and the pang that followed as a result in your stomach was enough to lull tears into your eyes immediately.

“no, no baby, don’t cry.” he immediately cooed, stepping over to you as his hands reached out to cup your face. you let him, although you weren’t sure why.

you didn’t know what to say, but in a matter of seconds you were already incredibly overwhelmed. you let him hold you, as you began to sob, your own hands covering your face whilst yejin rushed over the door to see what the commotion was all about.

“want me to give you a second, y/n?” she asked gently. jungkook looked up with a pained expression to which she simply apologetically shook her head at him, this was on your terms and therefore she had to be present for you, not him.

“yeah.” you managed to choke out, which made her nod, heading over to her room.

you both separated, sniffles filling the air as you tried to regain any semblance of control. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, having put yourself in a void where he didn’t exist in your mind in the name of self preservation and yet here he stood. you shuffled to the side, letting him in before closing the door, you both hanging around unsure of what to say.

“i’ve missed you.” he whispered to you, still stood near you, fingers twitching to touch you. you couldn’t bring yourself to reply, despite the both of you knowing very clearly from your reaction you were still trying to regulate that you too felt the same way.

he took a step towards you, frowning so deeply. “y/n, please look at me.”

you peered up, eyes wet and bags full under your eyes. jungkook’s breath caught in his throat at the mere sight of you, he’d been deprived of you for so long that just looking at you felt healing to his heart.

“i fucked up so badly, i hurt you over and over and it’s not okay, and it’s something that i will fix. i swear to you, baby, i’m going to fix this.” he all but begged, stepping closer and closer.

you looked away, closing your eyes tight and shut. “i know that you’re pushing me away because you think it’s safer, but i’m not going anywhere. i’m going to get you back, and i don’t care how long it takes. i’m going to make myself worthy of you.” he promised, standing a little taller by the end of his words.

there was a moment of silence which allowed you to hesitantly peer up, eyes slowly trailing from his hands, to his large chest, his chin to his eyes. eye contact was held between you for a solid minute, the both of you shuffling closer and closer until jungkook held your hands tightly in your own. you let out a little exhale before giving him a single nod, a confirmation.

he breathed out deeply. this was your way of telling him you were going to let him in, going to let him try. “you’re my girl, y/n.” he whispered softly, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing over and over and over. “never going to let you feel that way ever again, okay? never, swear to you baby.”

tears were streaming down your face again, as you quietly cried at his words. you were so traumatised from the pain before jungkook that you couldn’t handle being so open, so vulnerable in this very moment in fear of it being used against you but you knew he was being sincere. it was a push and pull that tore you open, and he knew that. he was here, holding you together and promising you everything you needed to hear.

“i’m gonna prove it to you because you’re everything, you’re it for me.” he continued, hand leaving yours whilst the other cradled them to his chest. his fingers swiped at your tears, holding you tight to his body. “you’re my future, my wife, mother of my children - i’m going to get you that white fucking fence in our garden.”

you let out a half whimper half laugh, stomach somersaulting at his words of declaration. it eased the pressure building in the moment massively, and you subconsciously realised how good jungkook was at easing your brain eating thoughts.

“okay.” you simply whispered back. you couldn’t really bring yourself to say much, not in this state, but that one word felt like every inch of hope in the world floating in his body. “okay.” he confirmed back, firm.

jungkook’s plan started today - mission get y/n back commencing.

——

working a corporate job was something you were sure was a punishment for something you did in a past life. sitting at your desk, consistently being undermined by your male colleagues despite being miles ahead of them was enough to make you want to stab your own eyeballs out.

your hour’s lunch break was usually spent at jungkook’s tattoo shop, which was only a 7 minute walk away from the big building but of course, considering your situation with him at the minute, you hadn’t been going.

instead, you sat outside on the circular benches situated outside of your company building. the weather was warmer, so not many people stuck to the canteen, everyone had gone out whilst you ate your soggy sandwich, contemplating your life.

you also had no idea you were being watched until you could hear a little snicker to your left, your eyes slowly shifting to look up to be met with a bunny smile and crinkled eyes.

jungkook wasn’t joking when he said he was prepared to prove himself to you - he had done his research, prepared his mind and now he was ready to applicate. his first task for today was to make you a delicious lunch, he knew he was a pretty good cook and he usually packed you something in your bag considering you’d wake up so early.

rocking up to your building, he was about to head inside and ask the nice receptionist to hand the bag over only to find you sat outside. the sight of you was enough to make him want to wail out loud, with your little pencil skirt and shirt, your legs swinging and heels scraping the floor as you miserably ate what looked like a cucumber sandwich. the little pout on your face was making his heart pump and he couldn’t handle it.

“jungkook?” you questioned, sitting up straight and wiping the side of your mouth with widened eyes. “what are you doing here?”

“saving you, apparently. what are you eating?” he asked as he sat beside you, putting the little lunchbox on the table.

you were too busy gawking at him, your brain not quite computing that he was here. you worked in finance, which meant you were around clean and tidy men that wore suits much too tight with egos that could rival tyrants - jungkook was an anomaly just sat here but it secretly brought you comfort to have a piece of what felt like home around here.

he knew you didn’t like staying here for your lunches, which is why you were constantly at the shop and he loved it. he loved being able to have you in his company, getting to feed you and take care of you for a solid hour, sometimes in more ways than one. it was also why he mourned the loss of your presence over the last 2 months, so many lunches spent alone and he couldn’t bring himself to think of you sat in the canteen, upset.

“cucumber sandwich.” you murmured, cheeks flushing pink as you watched him tut. he lifted it out of your hands, and you grew pliant - you loved when he took care of you, it made your brain fuzzy.

he opened up the little lunchbox and pulled out the box of rice, chicken and sautéd vegetables - he had made your favourite with his secret sauce that he simply refused to share details on. “don’t think so baby, come on. eat up, you need your energy.”

you couldn’t help the little gasp and then the groan that followed at the sight and smell of a delicious meal. you couldn’t bring yourself to hide away from him, excitedly picking up the utensils he had brought and instantly digging in.

you both chose to eat in silence, with you eating your yummy hand cooked meal and jungkook opting for finishing off your sandwiches for you since he knew you didn’t like wasting food. the sight made your stomach somersault, but you couldn’t bring yourself to comment on it.

once you were done, you wiped your mouth with the cute sanrio tissue he had packed. “thank you.” you almost shyly murmured, secretly more than pleased with this surprise.

he grinned over at you, wiping his own mouth with another tissue. tall, tatted man wiping his mouth with a hello kitty napkin? god, why did you ever let him go?

“no worries baby, you full?” you nodded at him, cheeks stained pink from the second he arrived. “can’t have you eating these sandwiches, i’ll bring lunch to you from now on.”

“you don’t have to do that.” you shook your head immediately. “yes i do, the sight of you eating cucumber and bread was enough to nearly kill me earlier.” he scoffs.

a giggle left you before you could help yourself and jungkook couldn’t help the smile that formed, fingers twitching to grab you and smother you in kisses. his chest tightened when he realised he couldn’t.

“i tried, it wasn’t so bad, i mean you ate it all.” you pointed out.

“yeah, i’d eat anything you make and it would taste michelin star level but i’ll cook for you, hm? we have a deal?” he cheekily extended his hand.

your eyes narrowed at him. you bit your lip as a grin took over your face, before taking his hand in your own in a small handshake. “fine. i want katsu curry tomorrow.”

——

“jinnie, i don’t care.” you groaned out loud, head thrown back and arms hurting.

here you stood, with namjoon and jin as they laughed at you trying to catch your breath in the gym. months and months of begging your fitness obsessed friends to show you how to do things and here you were, begging them to stop.

you usually came here with jungkook, but you wouldn’t really get much done. you’d watch him work out, probably get all excited and snap a few photos of your matching fits, and then force him to do sit ups with you on his back just for fun. who would have thought working out could actually be taxing?

“don’t care, y/n, i want you to do 5 more. come on.” the oldest boy sang, shaking his head as he forced you to pick up the weights once more.

you groaned again, currently situated on the floor in a sprawl as the two men laughed and snickered over you. jungkook would never let you do this, you grumbled in your head. he’d let you look pretty doing nothing and then act like you’d ran a mile. he had been going above and beyond recently, and you couldn’t help but yearn for him constantly.

he’d always been so good to you, with the exception of the one thing that ultimately drove you apart, and you wanted to take him back so badly but the fear in your heart had your throat in a vice grip. you couldn’t bring yourself to explain how deeply the scars of insecurity ran in your very soul - you had been cheated on relentlessly before you met him, abused emotionally in ways that you couldn’t even begin to describe.

you were lost in your thoughts for what felt like minutes, but really only a matter of seconds before namjoon helped you up only for jin to continue his torment. it went on for much too long, and half an hour in, your entire body was burning and you were begging for a break.

you grumbled all the way to the main lobby of the gym, unscrewing your water bottle to fill it up at the station. you were muttering little things under your breath, nothing positive and perhaps all about the tall boy that was getting a real kick out of bullying you. you pressed the cold water button only for the machine to do nothing. again, you pressed but again, nothing. you exhaled deeply before abusing the button, clicking over and over and over.

a hand darted from behind you, flicking a switch from the corner of the machine before settling its thumb gently over your own, pressing the button.

you stilled, eyes widening and heart constricting. you’d recognise those tattoos from anywhere. veiny, bulky arms and heat radiating from behind you, you could feel your back come into contact with a solid chest, bodies slyly pressed together as you watched water pour.

“what’s got you so worked up, baby?” jungkook asked you, head lowering so his cheek lightly grazed yours.

you weren’t breathing, and your hands were shaky. your eyes darted to face him, head slowly moving so your eyes connected as your thumbs lifted off of the button. “what are you doing here?” you whispered up at him.

he grinned. “working out, isn’t that what you usually do at the gym?”

you nodded dumbly.

“so tell me, what’s wrong? you only mumble like that when someone’s annoyed you.”

bla bla bla, you thought, as your eyes flickered down to his chest. so wide, so strong - had his arms gotten bigger? his biceps were insane, you kind of wanted him to put you in a headlock, but you knew that wasn’t your brain talking but more so your puss-..

“y/n?” he murmured, snapping you out of your gaze. you gasped a little, lips parted and eyes connecting back with his. you willed your brain to start working again.

“jin’s being mean to me. he’s made me do so much, and my arms are so tired, and you know i get tired, and now he wants me to do more, says we have so many things left but i don’t wanna do it.” you rambled, complaining up at him desperately the second your previous annoyance came to mind.

“my pretty baby, just wanna sit around hm?” he cooed down at you and you couldn’t help but nod, relishing in the attention he was giving you. “want me to tell him? want me to make sure he doesn’t make you do anymore?”

you nodded eagerly again, eyes wide and lips parting.

jungkook swore he could have screamed then and there. here you were, the love of his life, in the cutest pink gym set he had ever seen - was this new? it had to be, he’d remember if you had worn this before, especially with the way it made you look. fuck, he had been staring for a solid 2 minutes before approaching you, fighting off a boner like a stupid teenager.

you were both stood so close together, and despite not explicitly touching, you kept brushing into each other. “wanna help me with my workout?” he asked you, head dipping so his face was closer to yours.

you knew what that meant. you’d get to lounge around whilst he worked hard, your favourite pass time. that way he could keep an eye on you, keep you company whilst you could do whatever you wanted. what more could a girl want?

you found yourself nodding, agreeing instantly with a hidden grin. you couldn’t help it, how giddy you felt as you followed him back into the gym, barely containing your excitement once you heard jin groan out loud.

“no way, jungkook, she’s been asking me to do this for months and now she’s chickening out?” he complained, hands on his hips.

“you’re going too hard on her.” he shrugged, feeling smug knowing you were behind him.

“that’s literally the whole point.” jin groaned whilst namjoon laughed, continuing his workout. “don’t ask me again, y/nnie, this is so unfair!”

you practically squealed inside your head as jungkook led you to the other side of the gym where he wanted to begin his work out, watching you amused as you took a seat on the pile of mats just next to him.

the best 45 minutes were a battle between you and him, constant looks being exchanged and wandering eyes. he’d looked more times at your ass today then in the past 6 months combined which was no easy feat, and it made you want to scream. you knew he was attracted to you, but seeing him being so open about it was something that made you want to fall back into his arms immediately.

the tension was high and certainly rising, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. not when the tight compression shirt was stretched so deliciously over his chest and you were growing hotter and hotter just staring at him.

“you okay?” he asked as he reached over beside you to have a sip of his water, fingers brushing over your hip.

“mhm.” you nodded, nibbling on your bottom lip. how do you tell your ex you broke up with that’s actively trying to get you back that his mere existence was making you horny? difficult.

jungkook’s eyebrow raised. you were being squirmy, and he wasn’t an idiot, usually your shared gym sessions ended up with you folded in bed whilst he pounded into you. it didn’t take a genius to figure out what you were thinking or how he was making you feel.

“you sure, pretty girl?” he asked again, suddenly stepping close to you, your legs parting slightly to let him stand in between them as your breath hitched, gaze looking up.

you flushed bright pink, allowing a smirk to form on his face nice and wide. he chuckled quietly to himself before stepping away, shaking his head.

his plan was working.

——

maybe this wasn’t a good idea, you couldn’t really tell but you had already committed. you all hadn’t been together as a group in a while, considering the situation between you and jungkook, but as it was very clearly on the mend, you were all gathered at hoseok’s house for drinks.

some were fiddling with the music, others chatting, some eating and you? you were making out with jungkook.

you had no idea how it happened, and quite frankly, you didn’t care if you were going to regret this later.

you had walked in, late due to a hold up from work, half in tears and half just defeated. everyone was already drinking and eating so the sight of you made everyone jump up in alert, demanding to know why you were so upset. jungkook stood at the forefront, practically overflowing in anger at the thought of someone upsetting you.

“my manager shouted at me for a solid ten minutes over something i didn’t even do.” you tearily exclaimed to them all whilst hoseok poured you a glass of wine. “stupid prick in the next cubicle put his mistakes on me and now i have a disciplinary meeting next week to go over it, and it’s not like anyone will stick up for me.”

“what's his name?” jungkook demanded, chest heaving a little. you looked up through your tears and shook your head. “you can’t do anything, kookie, they’re already angry.”

hearing you use his nickname for the first time in months was the cold water needed to shock his system. he blinked rapidly at you whilst yejin cradled you, jimin cooing and taehyung feeding you little pretzel bites he had made.

you sat on the couch with everyone while they tried to uplift your mood whilst jungkook sulked, thinking of all the ways he was going to burn that building to the ground. he’d never let you work there again, not if they were bullying you - he’d let you live your princess dreams, do whatever you want, what did you need to work for anyway? he was here, he wanted to provide for you, his money belonged to you, as did every other inch of him.

“why don’t you take her upstairs for a bit, just make sure she’s okay properly.” hoseok suggested to him quietly, which had him nodding in agreement.

he walked over to you with an extended hand, and through your sniffles, you took it without even thinking. the innocent physical contact was muddling your brain, but just the feel of him was enough to ground you as he slowly lead you upstairs until you were both in hoseok’s room.

“you okay, pretty?”

you looked up at jungkook as you took a seat on his bed, sniffling a little as you wiped the makeup from under your eyes. “yeah, i’m sorry i’m so weepy all the time.”

he tutted, taking a seat next to you before replacing your fingers with his own, swiping your tears and any residue under your eyes. “never have to apologise about that, not your fault people have been mean to you.”

you sniffled again, eyes watching him as his own dragged over every inch of your face. so beautiful, he thought. he couldn’t believe he had the pleasure of even looking at you, never mind being in your presence.

“want me to sort this for you, baby? swear, i’ll kill him.” he cooed at you. his words should have scared you, but all they did was make you pool between your legs. “never let him look at you ever again, my pretty girl. can’t believe they made you cry.”

you shuffled closer to him, enjoying both the comfort and attention he was giving you. so protective and caring, he always made you feel so safe, never even had to ask, it was just his default setting.

“no kookie, it’s fine. they’ll probably fire me over this but it’s okay, maybe that’s for the best anyway.” you whimpered, causing him to dart his arms around you immediately and bring you tightly to him.

this was the most contact you both had shared in what felt like eons, you hadn’t been in his arms like this since he rocked up to yejin’s house whilst you cried. the similarities were uncanny, you were a sniffling mess right now too but the air between you felt charged. you missed him, god you missed him so much and you wanted to tell him, but you weren’t sure how.

“missed you calling me that.” he sighed, head dropping to yours. “i’m your kookie right?”

your eyes were connected and your noses were brushing against eachother. he sounded almost whiny, as if begging to hear your response - he too wanted the reassurance he had been giving you happily. you couldn’t help it, hearing him practically beg for your acknowledgment whilst being so overprotective, your mind simply went blank. you were too fuzzy to think, which is why you couldn’t blame yourself when you smashed your lips onto his.

the force had him pushed back slightly, as his brain rang alarm bells in confusion as to what was happening. it didn’t take long though, jungkook grabbing the back of your head and matching your movements, lips moving into one, relearning what it means to come home.

he pulled you up so you were sitting on his lap, both of your feet over in one direction as he kissed you deeply, taking control of the kiss like he used to. you missed this beyond anything, you had no idea how to convey it and so you let your actions do the speaking, hands pulling his hair and fingers curling around every strand.

he groaned into your mouth, tongue slipping against your own as they fought for dominance. you were both moaning and whimpering whilst kissing one another, neither wanting to be the first to pull away and certainly not the first to end such a paramount moment between you both.

in the end, it was you who pulled back first for air. you panted lightly, eyes wide and lips swollen as you stared right at him. he looked similar, though his eyes kept flickering back to your mouth, as though he wasn’t done.

“fuck. can’t tell you how much i’ve missed that.” he confessed, hand still on the back of your head whilst the other held the side of your thigh, pulling you tight to him.

“me too.” you whispered, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, before leaning in for another kiss that he gave enthusiastically.

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you were going to do it. you were gonna be brave and you were finally going to do it. or maybe you weren’t, you had no clue, maybe this was a bad idea.

“i can literally hear your thoughts from here.” taehyung sang, circling around you as you both walked to jungkook’s tattoo shop.

he had picked you up from work, after your horrible disciplinary. though you weren’t fired, you were pretty certain you were going to hand in your notice tomorrow - you felt horrible and you only wanted one thing. jungkook.

you had come to the realisation pretty soon after your heated make out session that you wanted, no needed him back in your life properly. he clearly understood what he had done wasn’t right, and you trusted him - this was your kookie, the same man that worshiped the ground you walked on. you knew that over the past two months, he had been given a wake up call, you wouldn’t stand for someone not listening to your feelings and certainly not for someone who didn’t respect them.

you were sick of that horrible voice in the back of your head ridding you of joy, jungkook was everything you wanted and you knew he wanted you even more. enough of this, you thought. you wanted your man back. which is where taehyung came in, every time you second guessed yourself, he was ready to bully you right back on the right track.

it had been days of fear and uncertainty, letting that horrible traumatic part of your brain win over and over until he would snap you out of it. he was personally accompanying you to the parlour to make sure you wouldn’t chicken out, and you were grateful for it.

“what…what if this time apart has made him realise maybe i’m not what he needs?” you choked out, every horrible scenario coming into play as you neared the tattoo shop.

“now you’re just making things up.” he scoffed. “i bet jungkook has a diary where he writes your name in different sparkly pens.”

“shut up!”

“he’s in love with you, sickeningly so. and the worst thing is, you love him just as much!” he laughed, now approaching the shop. “so let’s go in, get your man back and then the two of you can stop the moping finally.”

you glared at him before you both entered. the first thing you noticed was jungkook, stood behind the reception desk with his arms crossed. his loose grey t-shirt suddenly appeared tight and the sight alone was enough to have your body yearn for him.

the second thing you noticed, however, was the pretty lady stood in front, twirling her hair with a tilt to her head. she was taller than you, her figure curvier and her clothes skimpier - she was beautiful and you could feel your heart was thumping as a result.

jungkook’s voice lulled you out of your deafening insecure thoughts. “i said no. if you want to get tatted, yoongi or jimin can do it. i take on select clients.”

“but jungkook, i want you! your instagram is the reason i booked my consultation in the first place, you’re so talented.” she purred. you knew she was flirting, she was being glaringly obvious and you felt rooted by the door, literally watching your worst nightmare take place.

upon further inspection, you knew who this girl was. she was one of the regulars, one who would come in and get little tattoos genuinely because she fancied jungkook as opposed to wanting to get them because she liked them. you had told him how uncomfortable it made you when she consistently asked to get them in odd spots on her body, forcing him to touch her in ways that you knew were premeditated.

you tried to turn and leave, not being able to stomach what you were watching but taehyung grabbed your hand, locking your fingers and rooting you in place. he shook his head. you needed to watch this, this was the only way you would get confirmation for yourself.

“no.” jungkook simply, and plainly said, not even looking at her but instead the laptop screen. “wednesday with jimin or we’ve got friday with yoongi at 3?”

she blinked, mouth slightly agape. “why can’t you do it?”

“because i don’t want to.”

you couldn’t believe your ears, you were certain jungkook hadn’t even seen you considering the position you were in was away from his gaze. your heart was beating so loudly, the one thing you worried about most and he was comforting you in your absence. you never wanted him to hurt his own business, you just wanted him to understand the clear motives in front of him and he was.

her eyebrows furrowed, a well manicured hand tapping on the table. “i pay good money for you, jungkookie, you’re my artist, aren’t we friends?”

jungkook finally looked up, with narrowed eyes and a blank expression. “you were my client and i’m passing you along to either yoongi or jimin. they were both trained by me, and are honestly better than i am so i’m not sure what the hold up is. wednesday jimin or friday yoongi?”

she huffed before embarrassedly agreeing to her friday slot, jungkook remaining polite but reserved as he booked that in for her. once done, she turned around to leave, eyes narrowing deeply at you on her way out.

“atta boy.” taehyung smirked, walking in properly ahead of you to pat jungkook on the shoulder. he startled, looking up at the boy that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, confused.

taehyung grinned, wide and cheeky. “brought a friend. says she has something to tell you.”

jungkook’s eyebrows narrowed before stepping out and heading in the direction of the door, finally seeing you stood there with big watery eyes.

you looked so cute. he loved when you wore this particular shirt, pretty baby pink, it made you look adorable and he swore it drove him insane. his face changed immediately upon seeing you, grin forming and eyes growing bright - every horrible comment and the nasty voice in your head completely disappeared at the mere sight of him.

“hi baby, how did the meeting go? you okay?” he asked, approaching you. he wanted nothing more than to pull you in and embrace you but after the kiss, things had gotten slightly awkward and he wasn’t sure what would make you uncomfortable.

you simply blinked up at him, unable to speak. taehyung giggled from where he was, perching on the receptionist seat with his feet up on the table. “take her to your room, jungkook.”

although confused, he did exactly that, leading you inside with his hand faintly on your back. he watched as you took a seat on the tattoo bed, the seat sitting at a 90 degree angle so you rested your back against it whilst you pulled down your skirt. jungkook liked the sight of your legs, very very much.

“what’s wrong pretty girl, tell me what happened.” he all but cooed at you, closing the door behind him before grabbing his stool and sitting beside you, hand next to your leg although not touching.

“i didn’t get fired but..but i’m gonna quit, don’t like it there anymore..” you muttered out. “but that’s not why i’m here.”

he tilted his head, big confused pout on his face that you just wanted to kiss away. “i watched you.” you whispered at him, biting your lip to stop it quivering. “talking to her just now..”

jungkook blinked up at you in surprise, a flush of pink forming on his face. he nodded slightly, inching closer to you before hesitantly taking a hand of yours in his own. “i want you to know i’m listening to you, i heard what you said and i understand what you feel. i’ll do whatever i can both in front of you and in your absence. i’m so sorry it had to happen this way, but i’m not giving up.”

his little monologue left him feeling lighter, and left you teary eyed. you wanted to pull his hair out of pure untamed want, you missed him so much and yet he was right there.

“i know kookie.” you gently assured. “you’re so good to me, you..you don’t have a stubborn streak in your body and i just. i miss you so much.” you confessed.

jungkook’s eyes widened upon realisation of what was happening. “i’m right here baby. i’m right here, i’ll spend forever waiting for you, you know that.” he promised, taking your other hand and pulling them to his lips to leave gentle kisses.

you nodded, holding in your tears. “don’t want you to wait anymore, just want you properly. want it all back.”

jungkook stood up at your words, audibly letting out a shaky exhale before grabbing your face in his hands. “yeah?” he asked, vulnerability clear as day. “wanna be yours again, y/n, i’ll do anything. just..just let me okay? swear to god i’ll give you the world.”

you laughed, shaky. “you already do.” you sniffled, tears now streaming. your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him in close. “you’re mine and..and i’m yours.”

he nodded at you, smile forming wide. he grabbed you and picked you up, embracing you tightly with his hand on the back of your head. you were now perched in his lap, wrapped up entirely in the warmth of the man you loved and the man who loved you more - this was home.

he couldn’t help himself, embracing you before looking down at you, his own hands shaking. “i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you.” your teary eyes met his, laughing quietly before you pressed your lips to his in response, showcasing how much you loved him.

jungkook let you reposition yourself so you were straddling him, kissing him sweetly. your lips moved in unison as did your hands, embracing every inch of one another as though it was the first time relearning one another and in some ways, it was. this felt right, both spiritually and physically. you were it for him, and he for you; two soulmates intertwined finally finding their way back to each other.

it didn’t take long for the kiss to grow heated. your hands were snaked into his air as his tongue entered your mouth, instantly exploring every inch whilst his own hands found refuge on your waist, perhaps lower than what was deemed appropriate. you were panting, letting out little noises as he kissed you deeply and they were driving him insane.

you both pulled away for breath, a small string of saliva separating from the two of you that had you tightening your thighs. just looking at him, droopy eyed and panting was enough to drive you insane. “jungkook, lock the door.”

he didn’t need to be told twice, positioning you back onto the little tattoo bed before doing exactly that. he knew what that meant, he knew what you were asking him to do and he was ready.

he turned back around to face you, finding you there with little whispers of hair falling in your face whilst your skirt had ridden up to your thighs making him audibly groan. “love you so much baby, but if i go another fucking day without tasting you i might die.”

you flushed bright pink. there were two certain things in your relationship. jungkook loved you and jungkook loved eating you out, those two things were pretty obvious from the second you started your relationship with him and rarely did a day go by without his head in between your legs in some capacity. the past 3 months had been torture.

he wasted no time, sauntering over to you and grabbing your thighs slightly roughly. he pulled up your skirt even further to find the pretty pink lace detailing covering your core which had his cock straining in his trousers immediately. “do you like it?” you asked sweetly, spreading your legs for him. “bought this the other day, thought of you.”

he closed his eyes at your words, before leaving a small bite mark on the inside of your thigh as a response. “fucking love it.” he pushed his nose to your core immediately, rubbing it over your clothed clit as he breathed in your scent making you squeak in embarrassment. you couldn’t stop him though, he was finally getting what he needed the most.

jungkook pushed your panties to the side before instantly diving in. licks, sucks and bites - he ate you out anomalistically. he wasted no time whatsoever, death grip on your thighs as he made love to your pussy who drank in every bit of attention it got.

you were half broken moans and half squeaks, to which he left a rough little spank on your ass to remind you to be quiet. he had clients in the other room, and as much as he wanted you to be as loud as possible, the possessive part of his brain wanted it to be for him and him alone.

“taste so good, y/n. can’t believe it’s been so long.” he growled, inserting a finger slowly so he could open you up. “this poor pussy, it belongs to me doesn’t it? hm? mine to lick and fuck, all mine.”

you nodded, hand over your mouth desperately to muffle your moans as your back arched off of the table. “all yours, missed you so much, kookie. my fingers didn’t feel enough.”

his brain nearly malfunctioned at the thought of you touching yourself, trying to replicate the feeling he had made a custom for you. it wasn’t long until he inserted another, sucking on your clit harshly.

pumping his fingers into you, he was being gentle at first but with the way you were grinding on then, he knew you wanted it hard. “can’t think unless i’m being rough with you, hm? can’t think unless i’m breaking you.”

your eyes tightened shut in what should have been shame, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything other than pleasure that you had robbed yourself of for months.

“jungkook..” you moaned out, back arching as a familiar tidal wave began to rise in your stomach, your hands tightening in his now messy hair.

he could see all the tell tale signs. your thighs were shaking, you were grinding harder on him making him pump rougher, and your big eyes were closed shut. he had missed this more than anything.

moments later, you squeaked loudly as your orgasm rushed over you, your hips raising. jungkook placed his free hand on your stomach, forcing you down as he ate you out through your high, amplifying the pleasure as much as physically possible.

you could have sworn your vision had gone black with the way it hit you so hard, and by the time you had come to your senses, jungkook was stood in front of you, sucking on his fingers whilst looking down at you.

you reached for him, about to kiss the smug smirk off of him before the door knocked. you both stilled.

“jungkook, you have a client in 30 okay?” yoongi called out, completely oblivious as to what was happening. “we’re all gonna head out for lunch so we’ll be back in an hour.”

the tatted boy shouted in approval, before turning back to you with a wider smirk than before. this meant you were alone for the next half hour and the things he wanted to do to you were unheard of, and frankly he couldn’t wait.

you were worse. you grabbed him by his t-shirt, pulling him closer to you despite your shaking legs and unbuttoning his jeans. “don’t wanna wait anymore, need you to fuck me.”

jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. in moments, he found himself pulling down both his boxers and jeans, freeing his thick cock much to your delight. you let out a little sigh of content; your hand wrapping around it and pumping - he was both long in length and thick in size, it had taken weeks to get him properly inside you when you had first met but then it had become a regular occurrence.

you couldn’t remember a time in your relationship where he wasn’t deep inside you, regardless of whether you guys were happy or in arguments - it always ended with you unable to walk and you couldn’t wait.

he adjusted the bed so the seat was slightly lowered, making it more comfortable for you. he watched as you unbuttoned your shirt, letting your breasts peak through whilst you spread your legs for him, your lace panties still pushed to the side.

there was something so erotic about having you fully dressed but still exposed, and driving him out of his mind. he pumped himself a few times before slapping his cock onto your messy pussy, collecting as much slick as he could. he began thrusting on top of it, catching your clit a few times which had you both audibly moaning.

soon later, he positioned himself at your entrance and began pushing in. it took longer than expected to fully be inside of you, which in hindsight was obvious due to the distance shared between you and his sheer size, but it wasn’t long until you were a shaking mess.

he had been gentle at first, truly. he always tried to be, wanted to treat you like a princess and worship you the way you deserved but you were a vixen - you had no desire to be treated softly when he was already so deep inside of you.

this lead to you both now, jungkook pounding into you roughly whilst you cried out, leaving scratch marks all over his back, chest and arms. he was leaving hickeys all over your neck, claiming you for the world to see.

“so fucking tight.” he growled out, your legs now up on his shoulders as he gripped your thighs. “this pussy has missed me, right baby? missed being ruined every night, promise i won’t ever let you go. not ever.”

you were babbling, incoherent. your brain wasn’t working, all it could think of was how good you felt, how good it felt to have jungkook with you again, entirely yours. how did you ever walk away to begin with, especially when he was capable of fucking you so good.

“love you, love you so much.” you whimpered out, nails digging into his arms as you all but sobbed at the feeling.

“fuck, i love you so much more my sweet girl.” he promised, hand slipping down to cup your throat in a tight grip. “love how you make me feel, love how good you are all the time. the perfect girl, could never ask for anything more.”

his words were so sweet and yet his actions were pure sin. you couldn’t think when he was pounding into you so meanly, cupping your throat in a choke, slowly cutting off your breath which only heightened the feelings inside of you.

soon, he was pulling away, positioning you so you were now on all fours with your pretty ass in the air. he gave it a few hard spanks before thrusting in once more and continuing his bruising pace.

he pushed and pushed, so that his entire body was practically covering your own whilst he pounded into you from behind, your little face muffled into the small cosy pillow he had placed for your comfort.

“you don’t know what you do to me, y/n.” he grated out. “i can’t think unless it’s about you. always on my mind. just wanna make you happy, baby, i’d burn this fucking place to the ground if you asked me to.”

you moaned loud at the thought, your legs shaking. you knew he was obsessive, especially when it came to you and it made your ego skyrocket to have a man like jungkook on his knees for you. it felt so good to be loved openly, directly, without having to question anything.

“i love you, kookie.” you whimpered out. “want everything with you, want you to be mine forever.”

he laughed humourlessly, his fingers finding your clit to rub harsh circles. “i love you more sweet girl. i’m all yours, gonna fucking marry you soon, you hear me? is that what you want? i have a ring all picked out and waiting for you, gonna make you my wife.”

your orgasm hit you immediately, with jungkook exclaiming a loud oh fuck at the feeling of you growing incredibly tighter. his words were enough to drive you over the edge, squealing loudly as your body shook in his arms, waves of pleasure rocking you over and over.

he followed immediately, giving you one last bruising thrust before cumming deep inside of you.

the feeling was like nothing other, the sensation of him twitching whilst you both came down from your highs shaking, his hands gripping your body tightly whilst your hands gripped the tattooing bed with all of your might.

soon, he began pulling out of you, wincing from overstimulation. he pulled your panties back over your ruined pussy, patting it lightly to make sure his cum remained inside whilst pulling down your cute little skirt.

“my pretty girl. quit your job tomorrow, you don’t have to work if you don’t want to, i’ll support us both.”

you couldn’t help the goofy little grin that began to form on your face as he took care of you, the two of you composing each other whilst you waited for his client to arrive. “yeah? you’re gonna pay for my lifestyle?” you teased, jokingly.

“don’t make me propose to you in my tattoo shop.” he smirked, pulling at your hand so it was up to his mouth, leaving pepper kisses as your cheeks flushed pink and eyes widened. “are..are you being serious?”

jungkook scoffed. “i’ve had that ring on hold for a year now, just wanted to make sure you were ready.” he sat back on his stool, whilst picking you up and holding you to his chest. “gonna make sure you never have to worry about a thing ever again.” he grinned.

you sat, in his arms, eyes closed with a smile growing by the minute. jungkook, your past, present and future - the man that would never let you down.

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ohhowjooniewept · 3 months ago

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would you be open to making a master list?

this is so embarrassing to admit but i don’t really know how to lol i literally write everything in app i have no idea how to actually use tumblr outside my phone so if someone can tell me by all means plz

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i’ve just devoured all your works in an hour & a half — you write so gorgeously oh my god!! i too love infatuation& obsessive love tropes, i’ve been in a writing slump for so long and seeing your pinned post and your works has ignited a little fire in me to maybe start again! thank you so so so much, you’re amazing and i can’t wait to support you through the rest of your writing!! you’re so so talented 💓

oh my god please don’t make me cry lol, what a sweet, kind message THANK YOU 🥹❤️

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ohhowjooniewept · 3 months ago

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ok talk to me, do i write ex boyfriend jk who’s desperate to get y/n back, pulling out all the stops and being a massive simp but still really hot and toe curling or do i write a proper brother’s best friend jk who is sickly infatuated with y/n and obsessive and needs her in ways that aren’t human yes yes u pick

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ohhowjooniewept · 3 months ago

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ex childhood best friend jungkook x y/n

angst, fluff, smut

living in a small town, secluded from the majority of other neighbouring cities was a life most couldn’t handle. it involved everyone knowing each other, secrets, and a rigid routine - a sense of day to day normalcy that felt more manufactured if anything. you had lived here since birth, much to your disdain, and you wanted nothing else than to just pack up and leave. to never see anyone ever again. to never see him again.

you were a quiet person by nature, reserved by choice. knowing everyone meant you had to be cordial regardless of your true feelings, and lord knew you had many opinions about the people you shared the same streets and establishments with. the only people you loved, entirely, were yoongi and yejin - the dark haired twins who had moved here five years ago. they didn’t talk much, and certainly didn’t delve into why they would move to such a secluded place. you didn’t pry, there were too many people here seeking secrets already.

the town was mostly run and governed by 6 families, all with different abilities and power. they, in turn, were managed by one single individual - hyunki jeon. they were all relatively nice, genuinely - not the sickly fake sort that you had been used to all your life. the older man, however, was known for his stoicism, always unfeeling and certainly not kind. their sons were around your age, and though you chose to stick to the twins, you had conversed with namjoon and taehyung a few times and found them to be lovely. it was jungkook, however, who made you raise your guard.

once all dimples and sparkly eyes; the tatted boy was an anomaly. people like him didn’t live in places like this, half rage and half silence. you knew him, once, when you were young. friendship was once defined to you with an 8 letter name, as the boy brought you such joy. you were inseparable, and his parents held a fondness for you that you were sure they didn’t hold for many. his grandfather did not share the same sentiments - it was clear to all he found you to be unworthy, the fact you loitered in his home and ate his food whilst being from such a lowly family disgusted him. you were a child, in need of love and affection, two things jungkook and his parents offered in absence of your own mother and father. he did not like this. but no matter, it all meant nothing in the end.

you both turned twelve, only a few days apart, and you’d shown up at your usual hang out spot to actually celebrate together. you brought a handmade gift, hats and a little cake you spent time baking yourself, excited to show him. you had planned this together for months and months and months; the excitement was palpable. only, he didn’t show.

you’d spent an hour waiting, at first worried due to his lateness. he was always early, always. you waited another hour in hope, and another hour after that in confusion. four hours in, you stupidly realised he had no intention of coming down but yet, your heart still quickened in worry. after you packed everything up, you took a quick walk to his home, sat on the end of the street you lived on, wrapping your knuckles on the door.

the door swung open to reveal jungkook who’s eyes held a swirl of guilt you couldn’t quite place. he simply stood, both unmoving and quiet. you noticed his face seemed blotchy, as though he had been crying and the shake of his hands were clear to you.

“are..are you okay? thought we were gonna celebrate.” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“you should go home, y/n.” he replied, cold and stiff. your eyebrows furrowed even further as a frown appeared.

“is today not a good day? i’ve been waiting for a while, you could have told me.” you mumbled. you felt so confused. “i made you a cake.”

he watched as you revealed it, showing it to him with a glimmer of hope.

“i told you to go home.” he repeated, voice raising. “i don’t want your stupid cake, i don’t want to celebrate your stupid birthday and i don’t want to hang out with stupid you!”

your face was distraught, no doubt. you felt as though someone had punched you in the stomach, your best friend, your only repose in this horrible town, telling you to leave him alone and over what? what did you do? what had you done? being only twelve, you could feel your lip quivering and your eyes beginning to water.

“why are you being so mean?” you asked, hands shaking around the little cake tin. “i don’t get what’s happening, why..what did i do?”

he didn’t respond, your eyes meeting his to find his own unshed tears beginning to stream down his face. “we aren’t friends anymore, y/n. so please just leave me alone. don’t come here again.”

he stepped back before slamming the door shut in your face. little, newly twelve year old you stood, legs shaking in your pretty dress as sobs began to wrack your body. you left the cake tin at the door before grabbing the rest of your stuff and running home, tears ruining your vision.

you cried for months, not that anyone was there to care or listen. two absent parents and no siblings or cousins, no one really bothered to check in on you. all you had was jungkook, and he knew it and yet still pushed you to the side as though you meant nothing to him. as though the days you’d spend having family dinners at his house meant nothing, or the days you’d spend hours and hours and hours strolling through the forest and park just talking and enjoying each other’s presence.

jungkook, your only friend and the boy you fell in love with each passing spring, was also the boy who broke your heart. you’d never forget it, and you certainly weren’t ready to forgive.

——

“want to get a burger?” yoongi asked, hand running through his already messy hair.

the boy had shown up out of the blue, as he often did, at your house with no more than a food craving and a quiet grin.

you rolled your eyes before turning back around into the house. “yeah, let me put some concealer on first. i’ve been rotting away all day.”

he chuckled, stepping in behind you before closing the door. “what, parents not in?” you hummed, walking to your room. “are they ever?”

“touché. you know you can stay at mine, right? know you don’t like being here alone, yejin’s been saying you can share her room.”

you looked at him through your mirror, with a warm smile as you dabbed your makeup. “i know yoongs, love you both forever.”

he grinned again, stretching his arms before heading downstairs, waiting for you outside. after ten minutes, and a little walk, you stood in front of the old diner that had been here long before you were ever born. the decor was chipping and peeling, the seats uncomfortable but the staff were warm and sweet.

“there you guys are! what took you so long.” yejin grumbled, embracing you in a tight hug. “haven’t seen you in like a week, which is practically a millennia in this town. you good?”

“yeah, don’t worry. just didn’t feel to good; don’t want to spread anything.” you laughed, arm around her waist while yoongi wrapped an arm around your shoulders, walking towards your usual booth.

you slid in, yejin following and yoongi sitting in front as you watched your waitress come forward. you all ordered your usual cheeseburgers and milkshakes before giggling and chattering quietly as per usual. you never grew tired of the twins, they were your only joy in both this town and world - wherever they went, you wanted to follow and you knew they felt the same.

“i can’t be bothered going to the council meeting tonight.” yoongi groaned, head falling to the table with a quiet thump. “same old shit every single time. remember to clean the streets, report anything you see, bla bla bla.”

you grinned. “yeah, maybe they should get you up on that podium, hm? you seem to know the dialogue too well.”

he grimaced at you, before yejin shook her head. “i don’t know, i was getting groceries earlier and you know the lady that lives two streets down from the forest? the one with the cute gate?” you both nodded. “i overheard her chatting and i think something’s happened. i can’t imagine it’s anything too crazy, but she seemed to be fishing for something.” yejin muttered through bites.

“someone’s always fishing for secrets in this bastard place.” you frowned.

the toil of the bell on the door rang loudly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look up, lost in your thoughts. yoongi was playing with his food whilst yejin whispered some more gossip she overheard, making you all giggle absentmindedly.

“y/n?” you looked up, the sound of someone calling you gently pulling you out of your trance before you saw a familiar smile. jin.

you had spoken to him a few times, nothing extreme and certainly no long conversations or anything. he still went out of his way to say hello and give you a greeting whenever he’d see you, and your friends too. despite being from the eldest family of the 6, he was arguably the politest out of all of their children - known in town for being a sweet soul.

“hi!” you grinned softly up at him.

“sorry. this is so rude of me, i hope i’m not interrupting.” he flushed pink, eyes flickering to yejin who openly stared up at him with a tilt of her head. “not at all.” she answered for you, smoothly.

his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before turning to you with a slight gulp. “could..could i just grab you for a moment? just need to speak privately with you.”

you hardly noticed his group of friends walking past him to a table a few seats down from yours, your eyes furrowing. you simply nodded, climbing over yejin to get out of the booth before following him outside. this was odd, you didn’t really have an established relationship with the guy so you were slightly uncomfortable, in all honesty.

“firstly, let me just apologise.” he began, nervously chuckling while shifting from foot to foot. “this isn’t something i usually do and i’m embarrassed but just wanna do this right, you know?”

you nodded, somewhat reassuringly which made him grin. “yejin..i really like her. i want to approach her but i get nervous and i’m so scared of embarrassing myself, which i think i’m doing right now actually.” his eyebrows furrowed.

you couldn’t help the soft smile that began to form on your lips. you knew your best friend would probably jump up and down screaming if she was privy to this information, considering she wouldn’t shut up about how handsome the tall boy was.

“jin, believe me when i say i think you’ll be okay.” you promised. “and she’s really easy to talk to, have you tried?”

he nodded, grinning back at you, relieved at your reassurance. “you think so? i tried the other week, you guys were at the park but, i couldn’t bring myself to come over, psyched myself out and i’m pretty sure yoongi noticed me going back and forth so..”

you laughed. “listen, just approach her. try catch her alone, even? she’d really like that, promise.”

he let out a short laugh. “i sound like a schoolboy, sorry to put this on you.” you shook your head, reaching out to pat this arm. “this is so cute, i’m happy you came to me.”

“i’ll let you get back to them, sorry again for taking your time. oh!” he stopped, turning to you again. “you’ll be attending the towns meeting right?”

you nodded, shuffling in your spot. “yeah, my parents aren’t..they’re not here so. i’ll go.”

it embarrassed you to your core knowing your parents were the way they were. abusive when around, which was rare these days - but that meant the burden of representing your family always fell on you. you hated it, couldn’t stand the pity looks and the murmurs people would share.

“i’ll see you there, then!” he simply assured, not an ounce of anything other than genuine niceness. “a few of us are getting drinks after, if you’re all down, i’d love for you guys to come.”

“yeah, i’ll let them know.”

soon, you were headed inside again. he thanked you again before moving to his table and you to yours, sliding in next to yoongi this time with a small grin over at yejin, who secretly had an inkling of what the conversation was about but didn’t pry.

you informed them on the offer to which yoongi shrugged. “could be fun, why not? i heard hoseok has a studio in his house and i have some questions i’ve wanted to ask for a while.”

“wow, yoongs. when people meet others for the first time, they usually extend a casual greeting.” yejin scoffed, eating the fries from his plate. “but yeah, let’s go, it could be fun.”

you grinned at her as yoongi laughed, stealing his plate back away from her. your eyes naturally drifted to behind yejin, where jin and his friends sat, your eyes casually flickering over all of them before they fell on him.

brown eyes were already watching you. your breath hitched slightly as you made eye contact with the boy that once ignited every emotion in your body to the surface, the boy that for some reason, was still able to. your throat bobbed, unable to look away for a few seconds before doing so, blinking rapidly to rid yourself of him in your brain; a futile attempt of building your walls up again. a single look was able to undo you - you had no idea it did worse to him.

jungkook, the boy that broke your heart, sat next to jin, appetite lost and throat constricting. you looked so beautiful today, he thought, though you always did - you were so good at making yourself smaller and unassuming wherever you went in town but he always managed to find you, to look at you. to really see you. he thought of you everyday, longed and yearned for you. it was all going to end today.

today, the time had finally come. he was free, and he was going to get his girl back.

——

the meeting had begun ten minutes ago and yet the overall atmosphere was off. everyone seemed rather unsettled, and frankly, it was clear that yejin’s earlier mention of something going on was actual fact.

after a few more minutes, the stage podium began to be surrounded by the jeon family. jungkook stood beside his mother, with a hand on her back and and one on his father’s too in clear assurance as the latter began speaking into the microphone. they looked exhausted, and despite your feelings for the boy, you felt a pang of worry. his parents had never shown anything but pure kindness to you, even after your friendship break up with jungkook - though they didn’t know the reason, alongside yourself, they didn’t treat you any different. his mother would drop off meals to your house, cookies and sweets whilst his dad personally paid for all of your after school clubs, and made sure your tutoring and hobbies were well nurtured. they loved you like their own, so were confused at the sudden distance between you and their son.

“thank you all for coming today. i wish this could be on better circumstances.” the older man began. “i regret to inform you of the passing of my father, hyunki jeon. he passed peacefully two nights ago surrounded by family. we ask for both your respect and discretion during this time.”

silence filled the room, everyone looking at one another. your eyes flickered to the tall, tatted man, standing tall and strong for his parents, only to notice his eyes already on you. you couldn’t bring yourself to look away, your chest rising and falling.

everytime you had seen jungkook over the years, you noticed how quiet he was. it was unsettling, the once bright boy so purposefully silent - but it was the look of anger that radiated from him that really shook you. he just seemed so on edge all the time, every council meeting, every time he was out with his friends - you noticed jimin, the candy haired boy, would often pat his back in comfort. though it didn’t alleviate the pain he caused you, you still had empathy for the sweet boy who once loved you as much as you loved him. you just wondered if he existed anymore.

even now, with eyes unmoving, you watched as he took in a deep breath, blinking slowly at you before forcibly looking away, and towards his mother who gently held his hand. she noticed his gaze your way, and offered a sad smile to which you quickly reciprocated.

“that was not what i was expecting.” yejin whispered, between you and yoongi. he nodded, scratching the back of his neck. “can’t say i’m too upset, he was a horrible man.”

you couldn’t bring yourself to really say anything, you had met the man’s cruelty personally years ago and it still made you shiver. your eyes flickered between the three people on stage, and though they looked exhausted and appropriately sympathetic, none looked overtly upset. no one was crying, nor distraught. people came up to extend their sadness, and they expressed their gratitude but again - they didn’t look like a family that had just lost a patriarch.

soon, you too rose, waiting your turn to wish your best wishes. yoongi and yejin had gone before you, extending polite exchanges, watching as they stepped to the side to let you forward.

upon sight of you, jungkook’s mother let out a little noise before stepping forward and wrapping you in her arms tightly. “oh my darling girl, i haven’t seen you all week, are you alright?”

your cheeks flushed pink, she usually dropped food off at your job as much as she could, considering you worked so close to her home. “I’m okay, just been sick. i’m so sorry for your loss.” your eyes turned to his father who also pulled you into an embrace. “thank you, sweetheart. don’t stress your head.” he cooed.

jungkook stood beside them. you pulled away, your eyes turning to him with a small frown. “sorry for your loss.” you murmured, shuffling.

“thank you, y/n. that’s very kind of you.” he responded, voice deep and fingers twitching. you simply nodded, lump in your throat at the intensity of his gaze before giving his parents one last small smile, turning to your friends and walking away.

“i know you hate him, but i very much think he wants you.” yoongi teased, with a giggling yejin circling around you outside. you scoffed, pushing his arm. “no he doesn’t. he made that very, very clear.”

“hm, i don’t know. i noticed him earlier in the diner, staring you down and when we were sat in the hall. he’s been pretty bold today, what’s changed?” yoongi questioned, rubbing his arm. “yeah, i noticed earlier when you and jin were talking outside, he was watching you guys, seemed a bit annoyed.” his sister continued, giggling away.

“you guys are genuinely insane.” you grumbled. “conspiracy theories won’t change anything.”

two seconds later, jin walked over, same grin on his face with two of his friends in tow. hoseok and jimin.

“hi! we’re getting drinks down at the bar, you guys still up to join?” he asked, nervously, eyes flickering between you all but mainly on yejin.

“depends..” she hummed, head tilting. “my drinks on you, jinnie.”

you watched as he nodded, trailing after her as she walked away forcing a laugh out of you and a grumble out of yoongi. hoseok and jimin walked closer to you, properly introducing themselves. yoongi’s sour mood improved in mere seconds once he began asking his questions to the younger boy, only for him to answer them with equal keenness.

“i’ve noticed you around a few times, sorry i haven’t introduced myself sooner.” jimin laughed, watching the two as you began stepping toe to toe. “that’s alright, everyone knows each other here anyway, no need for introductions.” you responded, prompting him to laugh even more.

“i get the sense you don’t like it here very much.” he questioned, cheekily.

“do you?” you asked, grin forming. you liked him already, all smiles and crinkled eyes. “because from where i’m standing, i don’t think there’s much to like about this place.”

“touché. can’t say i don’t agree with you, so why don’t you leave?” he asked, suddenly curious. “is it your boyfriend?”

you began coughing suddenly, eyes widening as you looked at him in pure shock. “boyfriend?”

“is he not? am i confused?” he matches your confusion, his own eyes widening.

“definitely, definitely not. pretty sure he doesn’t bat for women, so.” you shook your head, a blush on your cheeks.

“huh. all this time, jungkook’ll be pleased to hear that.”

your blood ran cold, your eyes flickering to the cheeky boy once more as you walked towards the bar. “what do you mean?”

he grinned, nice and wide before opening the door to the bar for you, wiggling his eyebrows. “oh nothing!”

before you could even begin questioning the boy, yejin called you over. you were sure your face was showcasing a million different emotions, but by the time your legs carried you over to the large bar, you noticed that it was mainly jin’s friends AKA the founding families’ sons. your eyebrows furrowed even more once you watched jungkook walk through the doors.

everyone seemed so cheery. even the tall tatted boy who surely should be in some sort of mourning, seemed much more relaxed than you’d ever seen him. his air of anger and quiet demeanour replaced by something that resembled peace.

“time to drink!” namjoon shouted at out, making everyone cheer. yoongi came up beside you, both of you unaware of jimin mumbling something in jungkook’s ear just behind you.

“not to be that person, but this is..” yoongi quietly whispered. “odd.” you finished for him.

“i can answer that for you.” someone wrapped their arms around you from behind, the stentch of both tequila and vodka swimming in the air. “tonight, we fucking celebrate.” taehyung laughed loudly, between you both, arms caging you both in by your shoulders.

yoongi’s face was priceless, both alarmed and curious. “uh..what exactly?”

“we celebrate because he’s dead. that bastard finally fucked off and took his blackmailing with him.” he grinned with a squeal, twirling around in front of you all before jumping behind the bar alongside the bartender, popping his hip. “so, i expect you all to get drunk, and cheer as much as you can. want him to hear us from beyond the grave.”

you felt slightly uncomfortable and frankly out of place. yoongi, yejin and yourself shared confused glances before the former was taken away by hoseok, no doubt to redirect the conversation to their shared interest in music and the latter’s attention taken by the tall haired boy who had bought her a drink. you stood, shuffling from foot to foot before taking a seat.

“two beers.” a voice behind you called to the bartender who nodded immediately. you didn’t have to turn to see who it was, but you simply ignored it, assuming he wasn’t taking to you.

once the beers were pushed forward, you watched as he stood beside you, taking a hold of one before sliding the other towards you. you gawked at him, confused. “drink.”

“w-what?”

he didn’t respond, simply drinking his beer with a deep rumble in his chest. you frowned up at him before childishly pushing the drink back at him, turning your back to him before catching the bartenders attention to order something else.

jungkook’s jaw twitched. he understood, of course he did, but you didn’t.

“i think we should talk.” he calmly said, swiping his card for your drink before you could protest.

you scoffed, frown deepening. “i don’t have anything to say to you, jungkook.”

“i know, baby, but i’m gonna need you to look at me, please?”

your breath hitched, baby? that was new, and you could feel something locked and hidden away force its way to the surface in your stomach. you hated that you liked it, hated that it made you pool between your legs.

you nibbled on your bottom lip. your hands were beginning to shake again, a tick that only amplified when you were in anxiety inducing situations and you were pretty sure nothing could get you as nervous as the situation you were currently in.

“5 minutes? i know i don’t deserve your time but i swear i’ll make it worth it.” he all but begged making you exhale deeply before your eyes flickered over to him slowly.

his hair, slightly messy, outfit all black to signify his mourning. although he looked anything but a mourner - frankly, he looked downright sinful and it made your head swim.

“2 minutes. that’s all you get, and then you go back to leaving me alone.” you hissed at him, sliding off of your stool before looking away, waiting for him to lead away.

you missed the way his jaw ticked, before nodding, doing exactly that. his long legs guided you to a quiet room beside the bar, both yoongi and yejin watching you carefully. the latter grabbed your arm before you could walk on, eyes narrowing suspiciously at jungkook. “call us if you need us, hm?”

you nodded, before catching up to jungkook. he closed the door behind you, watching as you sat on a chair. the room was relatively bare, a big table in the middle where no doubt the governing body often came. you felt slightly out of place but you couldn’t pass up this opportunity out of pure curiosity.

jungkook pulled a seat out beside you, sitting down. it surprised you slightly, you expected him to sit opposite you, or even assert himself by sitting at the top of the table but this? interesting.

you both made eye contact, unspeaking for a moment as he simply let his eyes run over your face. you could feel your cheeks heat without your will, breaking the silence immediately. “1 minute and a half left.”

he couldn’t help the little grin that formed and you couldn’t help but admire it. stupid.

“firstly, i need to apologise to you. i know it’s been years and years, but i’ve wanted..needed to tell you that.” he murmured, eyes never leaving your own. “i know i hurt you that day, but i need you to understand i was trying to protect you, i had reasons and i knew it was the only way you would listen to me. doesn’t make it fair and definitely doesn’t make it okay, but i couldn’t lose you any further than i had to y/n.”

your throat bobbed. “what reasons?” you whispered out, unsure of how to take his apology. in response, you watched as he looked away, jaw ticking as though he had no intention of answering you.

your eyebrows furrowed. you could feel a semblance of anger growing inside of your chest and clawing at your throat. “you don’t get to come here and give me an apology for something that broke me and then tell me oh i had my reasons. if you don’t plan on sharing them, you’ve wasted my time.” you spat out, standing up to walk away.

his hands reached out, taking a hold of your hips, fingers flexing gently against your body before ushering you to sit back down which you reluctantly did. both of you seemed slightly shaken from the physical contact.

there was a moment of silence, jungkook’s eyes closing tightly before opening again. he was clearly debating something, but as he made eye contact with you again, he knew he had to. “my grandfather.” he whispered.

“what about him?” you asked, carefully. the man had just died and no matter your opinion, he was family to jungkook and you were too empathetic to bring your own emotions into it.

“i’m glad he’s dead. makes me free. makes us all free.” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, remembering taehyung’s outburst from earlier.

“what do you mean?” you whispered back, confused.

his jaw ticked at the memory swirling in his head, hands shuffling. you noticed he began getting lost in his thoughts and they were increasingly making him uncomfortable, forcing him to shift. “he didn’t like you. thought you were a distraction to me, and therefore you got on his list of people to exterminate.” he simply replied. “he hated my dad for marrying my mum, made our lives a fucking hell every chance he got knowing he had power and then realised one day that all of this, this bastard fucking town could be mine instead of his.”

you were sure your face was showcasing a million emotions, your heart clenching deeply. you knew he was a horrid man, but to extend his abuse to his family was incomparable.

“you’d come over for dinner, and i swear my parents love you so much, y/n..” he sighed out, hands running through his hair. “mum would get excited over buying stuff to decorate the table with, she’s always wanted a girl but after me, she wasn’t comfortable with bringing another child into the hellhole that fucker was causing, knew he’d give her hell too.”

you gulped.

“little things you know? he’d get annoyed you were round, annoyed you were eating in a house he said he had a claim in. he didn’t even fucking live there, but logic didn’t matter. then..then he’d get violent, usually to my dad. my mum would hide away, take me with her but he’d always find us too, you know? couldn’t say anything cause he knows all these people, has connections, money buys everything.”

his hands were shaking a little harder, and for the first time in years, you found yourself reaching over, taking one in your hand whilst they rested in his lap, wide eyes meeting yours. you said nothing, simply allowing him to continue whilst you comforted him.

“he knew you made me happy, made fun of me for liking you so much. said he wouldn’t let me make the same mistake my dad did, marrying my mum.” he spat out, jaw ticking. “we were kids, y/n, and he couldn’t stand to see me happy, see me enjoy your presence, he wanted you gone. he’d do anything, and i knew he’d go as far as he could so..”

your throat bobbed.

“so i did what i did. i hated myself so much, y/n, but i convinced myself that this would save you, and it did. he’s left you alone for so long because he thought i didn’t care anymore.” he gulped, turning your hand over so he was now the one caressing it. “but he’s wrong. all i ever think about is you, my mind is plagued and all i can comprehend is y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n. i see you around town and i want to pull out my own hair, makes me so angry and i know it’s so selfish but i want you to myself, want to be in your arms again like when we used to under our tree in the park.” he all but whispered. “want to feel like you’re mine.”

he looked up at you, he could see the glassy dew forming in your eyes and the way your little lip trembled. his other hand shot out, thumb tracing your little lip. “knew i could never have you, not until he was dead. dreamt of him dying in so many different ways, violent and painful but even in death he gets lucky. peaceful.” he whispered, hand dropping and eyes closing. the familiar anger was back and you could see it. “he hurts us for years, and he gets to die in peace?”

his voice broke at the end of his sentence, a small and uncharacteristic whimper leaving his lips. you couldn’t think, tears streaming down your face, your hands gently twitching beside your body, desperate to reach out and comfort him but the passage of time had made you uncertain.

regardless, the intimacy of the situation charged you, sniffling as you hesitantly reached out to him. a single hand on his knee, unsure but you knew it was necessity. you remembered how much a single touch used to calm him. you knew that the pain he caused you was for something that caused him an immense amount more, that didn’t alleviate how much it hurt you but it did allow for a reason. that felt enough.

“i’m so sorry.” he whispered to you, his own hand taking yours from his knee and instead clasping it. “you don’t have to forgive me, but i promise you i’m going to be better. gonna prove it to you, hm? no one can hold me back, not anymore.”

you simply nodded through your sniffles.

after pulling away slowly, just enough so your fingers were touching. this felt oddly intimate in itself, even more so than before. “how could he do that to you? you were just a boy, you’re still just..it’s not fair, you shouldn’t apologise for doing what you felt was necessary, i’m just sorry it had to happen this way.”

you watched his eyes soften clearly at the mere mention of forgiveness, before closing and letting out a deep exhale. he reached for your hand again. “you meant the world to me then, but you have no idea what you are to me now. i’m going to relearn you, y/n, going to be a man you deserve, a man that won’t walk away but a man that’ll protect you. gonna do this properly.” he promised before pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles, sealing his promise.

——

a month had passed since jungkook’s confession and at first it felt like your entire world had shifted.

in the first following days, you cried and cried and cried. you mourned the childhood that had been stolen from you knowingly by an older man. you mourned the life jungkook and his family should have lived. more specifically, you mourned what could have been. what should have been yours and his from the beginning.

the next two weeks were what you called the baby step period. jungkook had asked for your number and you’d share a few texts, as if testing the waters, both too afraid to push the other away. it wasn’t long until that helpless feeling of infatuation for the boy returned, which made your throat bob. you were scared to bare your heart to him, you had changed so much but you knew that he had too, these two new versions of what once was weee now what occupied the hollows of your brains.

now, last week and present, jungkook went out of his way to spend as much time with you as physically possible. he had shown up at your house one day, knocked on the door despite your parents being home, for no other reason than he missed your face.

you flushed red when he told you, but he couldn’t stop staring at you. you thought he was going to kiss you, and you weren’t above admitting the fact how excited you were at the prospect. alas, disappointment came when he simply kissed your knuckles and walked away.

the next day, again, but this time he lingered. the day after, he walked into the house. today, you let him up to your room.

he walked around, examining little trinkets and pictures of you, yejin and yoongi in curiosity. it made his heart pain to see you have lived a completely separate life to him, but to see you find family in others relieved him of guilt.

“wanna know something funny?” he asked, picking up a picture of the three of you in a photo booth.

“hm?”

“used to hate yoongi.” he muttered which made you gawk. “why? how could anyone hate yoongi?”

“thought he was your boyfriend.”

you couldn’t help but laugh out loud, especially when noticing the little grin forming on his lips. “seriously, i’d get so annoyed, knew i had no right but i hope you know i was preying for the downfall of your relationship.”

“petty boy, you snooze you lose.”

he smirked, putting it down before turning over to you, tongue in his cheek. “yeah, and i don’t plan to lose.”

you felt a breathless at that, breaking eye contact before taking a seat on your bed. he had come round to watch movies, and considering you were in your cute sanrio pyjamas, you were evidently very excited. jungkook, the man who never left his house in anything other than black, was now adorned in spiderman pyjama bottoms that you had bought him and a tight t-shirt that stretched over his chest and back in a way that made your mouth water.

you slid under the covers, pulling them up a little, watching as he slid into your bed beside you. it was comical to see such a big man in your smaller bed, and it was clear he was maybe struggling due to his size.

“you don’t fit.” you simply frowned at him, his body hanging uncomfortably on the side as he looked at you with a darkened expression.

he didn’t respond, simply moving your laptop to your side table before taking a hold of you and manoeuvring you so you were now on top of him. “there.” he mumbled, looking at your wide eyes and slightly agape mouth. “rest on me. this way, we both win.”

you were sure you had died and gone to heaven. you were half embarrassed half incredibly turned on, though you had enough sense to hide those feelings before they jumped to the surface. you simply watched him tuck you into his chest, before wrapping you both up in your duvet. “comfortable?” he asked.

“yeah.” you confirmed, voice quiet and evidently shy as your bodies pressed intimately together whilst a film began to play on you laptop beside you.

you got through the first half hour easily, or so you say. you couldn’t help but snuggle deeper into his chest which he clearly enjoyed from the way he had his hand rubbing over your head and hair, breathing in your scent. this was affecting him in a way that you couldn’t even begin to unravel. as the film progressed, a steamier scene began to play causing you to shift slightly against jungkook. in turn, you felt something poking your core slightly.

you froze, realising quickly what exactly you were feeling. jungkook however seemed unfazed, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your lower back, maybe lower than what was deemed appropriate. you couldn’t think, feeling him so close and intimate when you’d already been having bad thoughts that you were desperate to rid yourself of. he looked so good in this t-shirt though.

he watched you, secretly. he could see how red your cheeks were and how you were shuffling closer and closer into him, in a subconscious effort to feel him more firmly against you. he wanted to moan out at the thought alone, his pretty girl.

his hand on your back suddenly lowered further, hand over your ass as he positioned you shamelessly so both of your cores were now firmly pressed against each other. you couldn’t help the gasp, feeling him so clearly through his pyjama bottoms.

he looked down at you and you slowly peered up at him, the eye contact palpable. his free hand pushed your hair out of your face before his thumb began tracing your lip. the tension was getting higher and higher.

“pretty.” he mumbled, his thumb prodding your bottom lip. it found its way past your lips, only slightly, touching your tongue whilst staring at you darkly.

you knew your cheeks must have been pink and burning, but you couldn’t stop your core from clenching at his actions, they were so dirty and yet he was acting like they weren't. his face was inching closer to yours as he traced your tongue with his thumb, teasing you with hooded eyes and parted lips.

he slowly pulled his thumb out, tracing your bottom lip. suddenly, the loud bang of the downstairs door ensued, indicating your parents leaving the house without any warning, causing you to jump slightly in his arms whilst clutching his chest.

this made you both moan out in shock as you pushed down, your cores unconsciously grinding against each other just right to cause a pang of pleasure in your stomachs. you peered up at him through your lashes to find his eyes shut closed tightly with a tense jaw. upon opening them and finding you looking up so sweetly. fuck it.

jungkook swooped down, one hand moving to your jaw as he pressed his lips to yours, unable to wait for you to keep up, moving his lips against yours like a man starved. despite the initial shock, it didn’t take long for you to match his movements, little noises and moans leaving you as he ground his hips back into you, grunting.

the kiss was pure sin, filthy from every inch as you both erupted. this was years of tension, of unspoken apologies and stolen glances - this was the boy that had broken your heart with every intention of patching it up. you, the very object of his desires and the owner of his soul, having you in his arms was one thing but feeling you so intimately made his brain flip.

he slid his tongue into your mouth, leaving you mewling as he took time to explore you, hands trailing to your hips and grinding roughly over him. he was wasting no time, he’d yearned for a taste of you for what felt like eons and here you were, twitching and begging for more underneath him.

he flipped you over suddenly. lips began moving down your neck, pulling at your legs so they were wrapped around his waist whilst he left traces of himself all over your skin. the thought of purple skin all over your neck, a clear indicator that he had been there was enough to make him groan.

“jungkook..” you moaned out, hips lifting desperate to feel attention.

his fingers moved over your stomach, lightly dusting over your skin as he pulled your top up slightly before his fingers grazed the waistband of your shorts. he wasted no time, eyes searching yours for content, his fingers moving further upon your little nod.

the first feel of him against you was enough to make your brain short circuit, but the casual way he began rubbing circles against your clit immediately, slow but assured, drove you to let out a loud whimper.

your eyes connected, foreheads pressed against each other as he drew deliberately slow circles against your core whilst your hips rose and fell, moans filling the room and breaths mingling. every time you’d close your eyes, he’d nudge your nose, forcing you to look at him again. no matter how you felt, what you thought and what you wanted - he needed it longer. you were everything plus one, he couldn’t get you out of his mind, like a grape vine tangling in every ridge and panel.

“jungkook.” you whimpered out, already growing close. he could see the way your breaths were quickening and your hands tightening against his hair. he pulled away without a word, breath heavier than your own before hovering over you again. he grabbed your bottoms and pulled down until you were completely bare before diving in without a second thought.

he let out a loud groan at the taste of you, lips and tongue moving rapidly, a clear contrast from his touch earlier. nothing was slow about this, it was rushed and desperate - a show of his feelings clear as day. “can’t get enough of you, baby, want you all the fucking time.” he all but growled against you, tongue penetrating you before suckling on your clit.

his fingers found his way at your entrance, pushing in two as he began to pump whilst his mouth moved in tandem, groaning and grunting against you while your own moans filled the air.

you couldn’t believe this. the boy you had secretly loved, and then openly hated for so long, now head between your thighs with his mouth sucking and his fingers thrusting - you couldn’t think, could barely comprehend. the sight of him grinding into your bed to relieve himself only made you moan louder, your chest constricting.

“gonna cum for me, y/n? gonna cum on my fingers for me?” he cooed at you, a juxtaposition to the rapid movements he was indulging you in

it was only moments later you found your hips lifting, back arching and eyes closing. your breath hitched as your body began to shake, jungkook continuing his relentless pace as your high washed over you, prolonging it as much as he could.

after what felt like an eternity of bliss, you opened your eyes to see jungkook sat hovering over you, staring at your face with an expression that felt unreadable. your chest was still heaving, your fingers twitching towards him.

“my girl.” he murmured down at you, thumb moving over your lips. your heart constricted at his words. his? definitely his.

“want you.” you simply murmured out in response, pulling him over you again.

he groaned at how needy you were being, capturing your lips in a series of kisses. “yeah? want me baby?”

you couldn’t even begin to respond, watching as he too lowered his bottoms until he was bare, sliding his t-shirt off too. your hands ran over his hardened chest and abs, noticing faint scars running all over him. you selfishly couldn’t bring yourself to ask about them, but you knew why they were there or rather who had done it. one of his hands gently took a hold of yours, stopping the tracing and in turn stopping the racing of your thoughts.

he tilted your head so your eyes connected with his, watching him as he openly stared at you again. he had a habit of doing that. weeks since you had reconciled and you would catch him staring so openly, with no shame; he wanted to sear every inch of you inside his brain.

he looked away momentarily, grabbing his cock and slowly running it up and down your core. you began mewling, half from sensitivity and the other in anticipation - you’d never had anyone as big as him and the thought made your heart flutter.

slowly, he began pushing in, eyes connecting with yours once more as he leaned over you, arms caging your head in until he was fully inside of you. you were breathing heavy again, hands pathetically pawing as his chest as you fell into his trance. “so big, kookie.”

jungkook faltered at that, the nickname driving him insane, eyes closing for a moment. after a minute, you nodded up at him, legs spreading wider as you gave him the green light to start moving.

this was all he needed. he began to thrust, deep and slow, both of you moaning out loudly. he couldn’t help it, his pace almost instantly growing rougher at the mere feel of you - skin slapping on skin and breaths mingling. you felt divine.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.” he grunted over you, his bruising pace making you mewl out, gripping his large biceps desperately. “made me go insane all these years, in your cute little outfits, hm? knew i’d make you mine one day, wouldn’t rest until you wanted me like i wanted you.” he growled.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head. having someone tell you so openly how deeply they desired you was enough to make you grow wetter by the minute, but knowing it was jungkook? your jungkook? it was enough to make you never ever want to let him go again.

“wanted you too, kook.” you whimpered in admission. “t-tried to hate you but couldn’t stop..couldn’t stop thinking about you.” you moaned loudly once he began thrusting deeper in response to your words. “yeah, baby?” he cooed, fingers clutching the sides of your hips, forcing you to take every inch.

you nodded, arms now wrapping around his neck. “just looked so good, wanted you so badly.”

his forehead fell against yours, pressing your lips in a hot and dirty kiss. it was pure filth, the way he was pounding into you whilst draping his tongue over yours, claiming you in ways no man could ever dream of doing. “you’re my girl, y/n. always have been, yeah? my fucking girl, gonna give you the world if you let me, won’t let you ever be sad again.” he growled, grunting promises. “never gonna let you go. gonna buy you a house, put a ring on your fucking finger and make you my wife forever.”

despite growing closer over the past month, you hadn’t really talked about what you were doing. you were both quite touchy, with jungkook not shying away from grabbing your waist or putting his head in the crook of your neck regardless of who he was around. it caused for many situations where you found yourself shying away from others’ questions because you simply didn’t know the answer. hearing him openly say he wanted you, in such a primal way was enough to begin the climb in your stomach.

“forever?” you whimpered out loud. “promise?”

“fuck.” jungkook groaned, practically picking up your body from the bed as he fucked into you, rough and hard. “i’m never letting you go again, baby, my sweet girl. look at you, you were made for me.”

the combination of his words, his thrusts, and the way he had your entire body caged in his much larger arms were enough to make your brain go blank. you found the coil in your stomach tightening before you could even think, your breath hitching as your orgasm washed over you.

your body twitched and shook as his pace grew rougher, moaning loudly at the feel of how tight you had gotten. he wasn’t far behind, pumping into you sloppily a few more times before he came himself, holding you tight to him as he rode out your highs.

a few moments of silence ensued. he looked down at you. your eyes were closed, chest heaving and hands shaking. you were holding onto him so adorably he swore he could have screamed.

he gently placed you back down onto the bed, hovering over you still. slowly, pulling out, he watched as his cum dripped from your core in a way that has him hardening again. “god, you’re so pretty.” he murmured, fingers gently pushing it back in despite your squirms.

he grinned down at you, before joining you and pulling you to his chest. hand running over your back as your eyes opened up, hesitantly staring up at him only to find him already looking at you, as per usual.

“i meant it, y/n..” he murmured gently, other hand tracing your face and swollen lips. “i’m going to give you it all, okay? gonna give you a ring, house, baby - whatever you fucking want. gonna spend the rest of my life servicing your every need.”

your breath hitched, core tightening. the feel of his cum oozing out of you suddenly felt so much deeper, and you knew you wanted this feeling for the rest of your life. “promise, kookie? want all of that with you.” you pouted.

he grinned. “no one can hold me back, baby. i’m here now, and i’m gonna give you the live you deserve okay? if you wanna leave this shitty place, just say the word, i’ll follow.”

———

yoongi stared at the view in front of him, half in annoyance and other in silent content.

you were all at hobi’s house, who had invited his friends alongside yourself and the twins for a night to just relax - alcohol in everyone’s hands as everyone lightly chatted in the living room, everyone sprawled around. there clearly wasn’t enough room for everyone so you all had gotten creative. for instance, you were sat on jungkook’s lap, nibbling away at a sandwich jin had made.

“you know, two months ago she hated you.” yoongi teased jungkook, whilst eating his own snacks. “so this is very interesting.”

the tatted boy couldn’t help his smirk. his jealousy had brought him to hate yoongi for a while, but now knowing his relation to you; he brought himself out of his spell. even liked him, surprisingly enough.

“can’t blame her, can you?” jungkook murmured back, fingers playing with the ends of your hair whilst you chatted over at yejin.

yoongi took a sip of his alcohol with a grimace. “yeah but it was all a lie. you know that, right?”

he looked up at the older boy, eyebrows furrowing.

“she’s always loved you. always will.” yoongi murmured. “so don’t fuck it up. you’d be surprised at what me and yejin are capable of.”

jungkook knew the two were mysterious, no one really knew where they had come from or why they’d entered such a secluded and secretive town, but in that moment it all seemed to become a little clear. “i wouldn’t dream of it.” jungkook confirmed, arm tightening around your waist with a kiss to your back.

“oh i know.” yoongi grinned. “we wouldn’t let you.” he finished, with a wink.

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ohhowjooniewept · 3 months ago

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i’ve written a whole fic but it’s angsty and moodier than my other ones and now idk if it’s any good 😭 ah ffs

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Just found you a few hours ago and I've already read all your short stories. I know you just started but I just felt like I had to tell you how much I absolutely love your writing! You're amazing! Can't wait to see what's next! Please add me to your permanent tag list! 🙏🙌🫶💜

this is so kind of you, thank you so so so much 😭 i created this page out on a whim and just posted as much as i wanted, i’m writing a ex childhood best friends jk fic rn that should be up hopefully tonight/tomorrow, it’s a little moodier and angstier but of course, the same obsession and lovesick coded jungkook we all love hehe

can’t thank you enough, you really don’t know how much this has touched me, i love you 💘

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ohhowjooniewept · 3 months ago

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friendship group jungkook x y/n

fluff, angst, filthy smut

10k<

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having a big friendship group was something that most people couldn’t understand. the dynamics between each and every person were important, like a well oiled machine that churned out a mixture of jokes and joy.

you had been friends with namjoon and yoongi for years, meeting taehyung, yejin and jin in your first year of university. yoongi introduced hoseok, who in turn introduced jimin, who of course, introduced jungkook.

you were incredibly close to them all, with the exception of the bambi eyed boy, who for some reason, you just couldn’t crack. it wasn’t that you didn’t get along, on the contrary - you were the most alike and he was always extremely kind towards you. it had been years and years since you first met, and you were able to have small conversations but there was an air of tension that followed you both that neither of you understood. well, you pretended not to anyway.

it was a secret to no one, except jungkook, that you were head over heels in love with him. yoongi would groan every time he’d see the starry look in your eyes once the conversation shifted towards the younger man, with yejin and jimin giggling like their lives depended on it.

“you should just get married and leave the rest of us to finally recover from your rambles.” he grumbled, once, laid out on your sofa with biscuit crumbs on his chest.

you rolled your eyes at him, frowning. “shut up yoongi, that would require him to actually like me back.”

he groaned so loudly that you found yourself grabbing the nearest pillow and plowing it into his face. “god, you’re both such idiots.” he muttered with a shake of his head.

———

jungkook had an aura around him that most described as electrifying. he knew he could walk into any room and make a friend, or have eyes stay on him for the duration of the night - he knew he had presence and it was something he enjoyed.

one thing he didn’t know, however, was how to tell the girl he had been in love with for multiple years, his feelings. add the fact that she was also in his friendship group, he knew he was utterly hopeless.

years of knowing and seeing one another weekly, but he still struggled to hold a 10 minute conversation between you both. between stuttering words and clenched jaws - he could speak to everyone else in the room as though it was a god given talent, but you? for you, he was hopeless.

every girlfriend, every fling and every message in his inbox was a way to rid himself of you, but you plagued his thoughts and every inch of his desires.

———

“right, why are you saying this to me again?” jin questioned as he cooked.

the entire group were at namjoon’s house to celebrate his new promotion, with bottles of wine sitting in the fridge and laughter heartily coming from the living room.

“jin, please.” jungkook groaned, leaning on the counter beside him. “yoongi won’t listen to me anymore. says i talk too much.

jin looked straight at him. “you do.”

“what? this is the first time i’m opening up about this to you.”

jin looked over again, more pointed. “first time this week.”

jungkook groaned once more, overgrown pout on his face as he rubbed over his eyes.

“listen.” jin began. “you can walk, or in your case run, in circles all you want. why can’t you just be honest with her, tell her how you feel?”

“i can’t even have a conversation with her without feeling like i’m going to pass out.”

yejin walked into the kitchen, hair messy and lipstick smudged from the wine she had been drinking. her eyes fell on the pout on jungkook’s face before giggling.

“let me guess, yoongi won’t let you confess to him anymore, now you’re terrorising jin?”

“bingo.” the older man grinned.

jungkook frowned. “is this just a running gag, now?”

“hard to feel sorry for you when you’re the reason for your own problems, kook.” yejin slid next to jin, moaning over the scent of multiple little dishes. “i mean, have you tried asking her out? even platonically? have you guys ever purposefully been alone with each other?”

jungkook’s frown deepened, he hated being friends with intellectuals. stupid yejin, stupid namjoon, jin and yoongi. the rest weren’t to be trusted with this knowledge; they’d blab to you in a heartbeat. little did you know, you had taken them for yourself. they were yours informants, sworn to secrecy.

“well, i guess not but…i don’t think she’d be entirely comfortable with just me.” he confessed. “she gets shy and quiet when i speak to her. she doesn’t laugh or joke the same as when she’s with all of us.”

the two looked over at the tall boy, eyes brows furrowed. they then turned to look at one another, both shaking their head. “god, why did you curse us with idiots for friends.” yejin grumbled, allowing jin to feed her ahead of everyone.

“you guys are mean.” jungkook grumbled. “at least yoongi pretends to be nice at first.”

with a roll of jin’s eyes, he handed him a few plates before shoo’ing him away, yejin following with her hands full. in the living room, you were stood by the tv, glass in hand, giggling away as you watched yoongi and taehyung battle it out on mario cart. the former was grunting and yelling, uncharacteristically, whilst the latter grinned wide as he won another round.

“you’re getting old.” tae smirked.

yoongi gave him a glare, before standing up to help yejin put her plates down. “you don’t get hit enough for my liking.”

the wine was beginning to make your brain hazy, and you felt slightly tipsy. it was no secret that you were the lightweight of the group, which was why you were on a strict one glass policy whenever you were with your group.

the living room table was set, adorned with finger food and a bowl of larger dishes, everyone tucking in. jungkook took a seat on the coach on the left, leaving a space beside him before his eyes flickered up to you, hovering over the table behind hobi, waiting to be given a plate. his eyes stayed trained to your face, a reddish flush evident on your cheeks that made his heart beat painfully. fuck, you were so pretty.

“okay. this weekend, what are we doing?” yejin clapped, as you began filling your plate. “you know i love pigging out with you guys, but we should celebrate joonie properly. you’ve really been waiting for this for so long.”

the dimpled boy grinned, blushing slightly. “i’m happy to do whatever, this is enough for me.”

“boring.” jimin groaned, shaking his head. “we need to go out.”

your eyes brushed over the seating arrangement, noticing the only free spot was between yejin and jungkook, the latter already staring up at you with too large eyes and parted lips. you wanted to scream, the little girl in you clawing her way through your body at the thought of sitting next to your crush.

with a tinge in your cheeks, you made your way over, wobbling slightly as you began to sit down. jungkook’s reflexes were fast, one hand on your thigh and the other taking control of your wine, letting you sit down comfortably.

his touch didn’t register with your brain immediately, but once you sat down and looked, noticing his hand remaining on your thigh whilst he looked up to join in on the conversation with the others, your brain began to short circuit. he was touching you. his hand. on your thigh. touching.

you had never noticed how big his hands were until now, your eyes flickering over every inch and knuckle, core clenching and mouth watering. you wanted him in a way that was neither healthy nor acceptable, but right now, who could blame you?

jungkook wasn’t fairing any better. his heart was beating so loudly, he swore he could feel it in his throat. he hadn’t even thought before touching you, it felt like second nature and once his hand found home on your thigh, he simply couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

you both sat, tense and head swirling, his hand firmly where it belonged.

“what do you think y/n, you down?” yejin murmured next to her, bumping her shoulder.

“down..” you cleared your throat, fixing your position. “down for what, sorry?”

her eyes flickered down, before meeting your gaze with an all knowing smirk. “the new club downtown on saturday.”

“isn’t it kinda expensive? i hear the drinks are pricey.” you cringed.

jimin scoffed. “with a face like yours, you won’t be spending a penny, don’t you worry.”

you exchanged giggles, the group going back to exchanging conversations as you all drank. the wine was getting to you, so much so, you hardly noticed jungkook’s hand flexing on your thigh, gripping tighter and higher.

——

saturday had finally come and you went all out. everyone was dressed nicely, excited to go christen a new club, the electricity palpable and running through you. you knew you looked good tonight, you had gone the extra mile - sleek hair and dress both tight and perhaps too short. your heels made your legs look longer than usual and your makeup sultry - you had one single goal tonight. jungkook.

you were sick of this cat and mouse game. you liked him. maybe a lot more than like, but regardless, you were going to get a few shots in you, tell him how you feel whilst you felt confident, and then get black out drunk so you wouldn’t remember it tomorrow. solid plan.

unfortunately, said plan meant nothing once your eyes fell on him.

broad shoulders and piercings catching the light of the club, drink in hand as his t shirt stretched across his chest. every plan, thought and idea fluttered away from your head, leaving a hollow echo chamber in which all you could hear was a repeat of his name.

he turned to look around, noticing you walking towards the group with hugs and greetings. he blinked once or twice, before turning around and openly groaning. fuck.

“yeah, yeah. pack it up lover boy.” yoongi scoffed, before you walked over to give him a hug too.

jungkook spun again, meeting your gaze as you shyly reached over to hug him as per usual. he never let you get far, always closing the distance himself and wrapping his arms around you as he held you tightly.

“hm. you smell good.” he murmured next to your ear, leaving a shiver down your spine.

“is that it?” you cheekily asked, eyebrow raised.

he smirked wide and broad. “you look good. better than good.”

you grinned up at him before letting him go. he, however, let his arm rest loosely around your waist as you turned to the group, gushing with yejin about how good she looked. you tried to ignore how badly your heart was thumping, he was never this bold - sure he could be touchy but that was jungkook, he practically resided on namjoon’s lap. this felt different, but you couldn’t bare yourself to get your hopes up.

his eyes flickered downwards, observing you and wracking over your body. you looked better than ever, and it both excited and angered him. he knew he’d have to have his wits about him tonight, if a man even approached you, he was sure he’d combust.

“okay, drinks!” taehyung exclaimed over the music, clapping his hands.

you and yejin took a seat at the table whilst the boys filtered down to the bar, the loss of jungkook’s arm both palpable and healing to your racing brain.

your eyes travelled to across the club, where your boys stood, jungkook ignoring evident glances and women sauntering over to him. you couldn’t help the grimace.

“you’re too pretty to frown.” yejin cooed, moving your chin so you were facing her. “especially over a boy.”

you blushed. “wish he wasn’t so handsome, can’t believe everyone sees what i see.”

“ah,” she grinned wickedly. “funny. you’ve had guys trailing you and watching you from the second you walked in, and believe me, he’s not happy.”

your eyes widened at her comment, eyes flickering to jungkook again, who’s gaze was already on you. you broke the contact, embarrassed before turning to her properly.

“enough jungkook talk, what’s on the agenda tonight? what is yeji doing?” you asked, hands in hers.

“i’m not leaving empty handed.” she wiggled her eyebrows, causing a fit of laughter that remained as the boys came back, looking at you both inquisitively.

yoongi reached over to hand you your drink, to which you thanked him gently, sipping slowly.

you felt the seat beside you dip, focused on your conversation with the boy and girl beside you, until you felt a warm hand press against your bare thigh. yejin and yoongi continued, unaware, as your head turned to face the tatted boy beside you, who drank his drink as though this was the most casual thing he had ever done. the thump in his chest argued otherwise.

you were sure your cheeks were flaming red, and your thigh began to tremble beneath his touch. you wanted him to go higher whilst also let go, you were sure your brain would wither away soon with how hazy you felt.

“like your drink?” he asked, suddenly getting closer to you so you could hear him over the music.

“mm, fruity.” you nodded, eyes never leaving his.

he grinned. “hm.” his hand flexed on your thigh. “have i told you how good you look, tonight?”

“only once.” you guys were flirting. the little girl inside your body was screaming so loudly.

he tutted, shaking his head as his grip tightened. “my bad, baby. you look stunning.” he whispered intimately into your ear. “love this little dress, new hm? would have remembered if you’d worn it before.”

all you could do is nod, as he pulled away slightly from your ear, your faces much too close to be deemed appropriate. just a little closer, he thought, eyes flickering down to your lips. just a little curve to your head and he’d take care of your tiny pout, he was sure.

before you could continue, however. “y/nnie, come on.” jimin shouted, from across the booth as he got up, forcing you to yank away from jungkook with wide eyes and parted lips. your eyes looked up to the blonde haired boy, a smirk on his face. “time to dance.”

“jimin i’m not tipsy enough.” you groaned.

“take this shot.” namjoon pushed the drink over to you, yejin giggling beside you.

you picked it up, hands still shaky, and tipped it back, grimacing deeply whilst everyone laughed and whooped around you. you shook your head quickly, as to rid yourself of the taste, before he grabbed your arm, pulling you up from your seat and guiding you down. you grabbed yejin on the way, who waved excitedly at the rest of the boys, shouting something about actually having fun.

it wasn’t long until you guys were dancing away, giggling loudly and twirling with one another. jimin was the life of your group, whilst yejin was the soul - if you ever wanted to have fun, it had to involve the pair who only ever seeked out joy.

the alcohol was already rushing to your head, leaving you a tipsy mess. being the worlds biggest lightweight never helped when you wanted to get drunk because you knew in two drinks, you were completely finished, but it was always nice to get a buzz whilst you were out.

hobi and jin soon joined, with the former’s arms around you as you danced and sang together, fits of giggles being shared.

“i don’t think i’m going to survive tomorrow, my heads already so gone.” you shouted over at him, music thumping.

“yeah, me neither - your little boyfriend is about to kill me with his stare.” he giggled louder, throwing his head back.

your eyebrows furrowed before turning your head to the side, catching jungkook’s heavy gaze.

eyebrows furrowed and a dark expression on his face, you could see the clench of his jaw and it made your core whine. he was so pretty despite being evidently bothered. the thought, the idea, that he would be this way over hobi dancing with you sent a million electricity volts through your body, your eyes never leaving his.

“we spoil him too much, now we can’t even dance with you without him planning our murder.”

you broke eye contact, looking at hobi with an excited thrill. “i want him so bad.” you groaned quietly, head falling to his shoulder.

“believe me. you could have him.”

——

the night was going strong, and you had slowed down with the drinks and paced yourself appropriately to match your friends. taehyung wanted to smoke outside, so you accompanied him.

you and jungkook had been playing a fine line all night, dancing around the tension, eye contact and fleeting touches but never anything more. it was driving you insane, you knew that maybe he wanted you in some way but if it wasn’t the way you wanted, then you couldn’t have him. you wouldn’t be able to move on and it wasn’t fair.

you both stood outside, taehyung taking out a cigarette whilst the wind nipped at your too warm skin, offering some calm to the night.

“fuck. forgot my lighter, i’ll be two seconds alright?” he groaned with a tip of his head making you nod, resting your head against the wall of the smoking shelter.

you watched him retreat, closing your eyes for a few moments before you heard a shuffling of feet behind you. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking nothing of it until a large hand gripped your hip, twirling you around to face them.

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. why was he here? how could he be here? touching you so casually and without thought; hand bruising your hip with every passing second as he approached you with nothing but clear disrespect.

“missed me?” jaehyun, your ex, grinned down at you, lowering his head to meet your height.

your ex of two years, who had terrorised you to an inch of your life stood before you, hands on your body as though it was his every right. your relationship with him had been turbulent to say the least.

it had started once you decided you couldn’t see jungkook kissing another girl at a random party, you felt sick and you’d had enough, you were finally moving on from the schoolgirl crush you had on him. you met jaehyun and he was seemingly perfect at ridding you of jungkook’s lasting touch on your heart, until he suddenly wasn’t.

he’d get angry whenever you went out with your friends, despite knowing them and understanding the years long dynamic you all shared. the mere mention of namjoon, hoseok and jimin were enough to drive him into a rage that left you shaking all night, only for him to appear the next morning with flowers and empty promises that it would never happen again.

you’d once mentioned jungkook in a passing, harmless comment and had to nurse your face for the next two weeks as payment. he was violent regarding any man, but it was the bright eyed boy that set him off the most.

it only escalated, but by that point, you felt entirely trapped. it wasn’t until yejin had come over after months of silence on your part, and broke down at the sight of you. you’d never forget the way she wailed whilst examining the bruises on your arms and chest, holding you like a baby before packing your bags and taking you from your shared apartment with him.

you don’t remember what happened after that, it was traumatic and it had taken a year of therapy to even consider unpacking it properly. you remembered being sat with the boys, yejin holding you tight whilst they all promised to keep you safe. you’d spend a night at each of their homes in rotation for months and months, at the fear of night terrors and something worse.

the nights you’d stay with jungkook were the calmest, the scent of him imbedded deep into his home enough to lull you to sleep as he snored in the living room. your friends had supported you to an inch of your life, built up your confidence and protected you. you were no longer the meek girl jaehyun had forced you to be, you stood straight and you spoke clearly - but the sight of him; the feel of him, broke you out of it immediately.

“get off of me.” you shakily whispered, hand grabbing the hand on your hip and pushing it away with all your might, forcing yourself to step away. “you don’t get to touch me.”

his eyes darkened, the patronising grin falling from his face immediately. “you know, i thought i taught you better than that. made sure not to let you talk back, remember?”

his words made you flinch, clearly referring to the times he would plow a fist into you if you ever spoke up even remotely. you began inching backwards, throat bobbing and hands shaking.

“and that dress? so short, it’s like you’re begging for my attention. two years later and still acting like a slut, y/n?” his face contorted, as though even looking at you made him angry. “used to be such a good girl. used to fucking listen.”

“don’t speak to me. you’re..you’re not allowed to come near me.” you wheezed out as your hands shook and your stomach twisted, the horrible feeling of anxiety and fear beginning to take over you. yejin had helped you file a restraining order. he wasn’t allowed to do this to you.

“yeah? and who’s going to fucking stop me.” he growled, hand grabbing your arm tightly making you welp whilst his other pulled you forward to his chest. “fucking bitch. i’ll take you home, hm? teach you a lesson, teach you what you should have remembered.”

you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. eyes closing and body shaking. his hand began gripping your face tightly, spouting abuse at you as your brain completely slipped away, shutting yourself down as trauma gripped the edges like a vice.

suddenly, you felt his touch completely leave you, forcing you to open them up again to find jaehyun on the floor, jungkook pounding his fists into his face. you could see taehyung shouting something, namjoon pulling you away and hobi running back inside where the others remained, no doubt to bring them to you.

you couldn’t think, your brain disassociating as your body trembled, prints of jaehyun’s hands all over your body. were you crying? tears were streaming down your face and you weren’t even aware, trembling as namjoon took you to a quiet corner, worried beyond belief.

taehyung had rushed back to their table to get a lighter, when namjoon, hobi and himself agreed to step out too, needing a smoke and fresh air. within moments of being outside, his eyes had widened at the sight of your abusive ex attacking you. he’d never get used to the look of fear in your face that felt so constant years ago, but seeing it back was enough to make him see red.

he wasn’t thinking, grabbing the man and plowing his fists into his face, watching him fall back. he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, only doing so once both yoongi and jimin had managed to get him off, watching as jaehyun scurried away as fast as he could, despite bleeding heavily from his face.

turning around, seeing you sat with your eyes unmoving and tears streaming, he wanted to chase the fucker and do it again. his baby, his girl - how could he do this to you? how could he look at you and not see anything other than stars and moon?

“y/nnie, can you hear me?” he cooed as yejin sobbed beside you, holding you tightly. the boys were all a nervous wreck, yoongi shaking angrily and the others trying to regain your attention.

after a few moments, your eyes began to focus. you met jungkook’s gaze first, your gaze flickering over him in a momentary lapse of confusion. “he’s gone, y/n. jungkook took care of it.” taehyung sniffled, crouched beside you.

a moment of silence was shared between you, the sounds of both yejin and tae filtering the air as the others ran their hands through their hair nervously.

“promise?” you asked, voice breaking making the tatted boy almost whine in sadness. “promise you, he won’t bother you again.”

you simply nodded. you hadn’t noticed how hard you were crying, with tears ruining your perfectly applied makeup and your chest heaving in what could only be fear. “i’m sorry joonie, was supposed to be your night.” you choked out.

the taller boy tutted over at you, pressing a kiss to your head. “don’t be silly, y/nnie.” he shook his head. “jungkook, why don’t you take her home? stay with her, yeah? think she’ll feel the best with you there.”

you hardly registered what was happening, feeling jungkook’s hands taking hold of yours as he helped you up. everyone took turns holding you for a second or two, ensuring personally that you were okay. yejin pressed kisses to your cheek through her own tears, promising you that you were safe and that nothing else would happen before crying further into jin’s chest. jungkook watched, almost helplessly as he waited for the uber to arrive, yoongi patting him on the back. it wasn’t long until he received the notification on his phone.

he looked at you now, as you sniffled and walked back over to him, his arms wrapping around you protectively as you all bid your goodbyes. you slid into the uber first, his arms cradling you as you shuffled into his shoulder, breathing in the same familiar scent that would soothe you.

after a while of silence, your eyebrows furrowed, taking in your surroundings. “this isn’t the way to my house.”

he looked down at you, your little hand on his. he pondered before holding it up to his mouth, pressing a little kiss to your fingers. “i know baby. taking you to mine.”

your heart was thumping again, watching him as he caressed your hands, kissing each fingertip so gently you wondered if he was kissing them at all. an act so intimate you wondered what it meant.

it wasn’t long until you arrived, mourning the loss of warmth jungkook’s body provided as he pulled you out gently, taking you inside.

you’d been here a million times before but you never tired of how warm it felt, how much it resembled each bit of him. you pulled off your heels, your height dropping significantly before shuffling to the bathroom, intent on taking your makeup off immediately.

the joys of having two skincare obsessed women in the group meant yejin and yourself kept these boys stocked, considering sleepovers were a norm. jungkook let you take your time, no words exchanged as he grabbed you a t shirt from his wardrobe, knowing how much you liked sleeping in them.

“kookie, can i shower?” you asked, quietly as you peeked your head out the bathroom.

“course you can, i got you the rose body wash that you like the other day too.” he grinned over at you, hands roaming his hair. he handed over the oversized tee you loved so much, heart skipping a beat as you gave him a soft smile. “you’re the best.” you muttered back, hearing a little chuckle from him.

you watched as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets before closing the door, your eyes screwed shut for a moment. so much had happened tonight, from feeling utterly helpless one second to so safe and warm in jungkook’s presence.

you showered relatively quickly, wanting no more than to sink into the plush mattress of his bed. “you hungry?” he asked once you came out, having showered himself in his other bathroom, dressed in a similar t shirt and plaid bottoms. he looked so cute.

“no, i’m okay.” he looked over with a small double take, drinking you in, soft skin and barely hidden legs. god, you drove him insane.

he nodded. “okay, wanna head to bed? it’s been a long night for you.” you shuffled in your spot before nodding.

he’d usually sleep on his couch whenever you were round, considering it was quite large and comfortable - of course, he didn’t want to intrude either. he had too much respect for you to ever think about imposing.

“will you..will you stay with me? tonight?” you whispered quietly, looking down as you asked.

he didn’t reply, simply began walking over to you and gently taking your hands in his, littering your smaller fingers with kisses like he did in the uber. your breath hitched as you met his gaze, watching as he nodded before leading you over to his bedroom, hand clasped over yours.

you let yourself be pulled by him, watching as he rounded the bed, knowing you preferred the side closest to the window, before getting in; watching you do the same. you both snuggled into the warmth of his covers, a groan leaving your lips.

he turned to look at you, as you did the same. he couldn’t handle how cute you looked, fresh faced and cuddled into his pillow. he wanted to protect you forever, have you sheltered from anything that didn’t wish even a semblance of joy.

“i’m sorry you got hurt, kookie.” you whispered, the little pout he loved so much forming. “i had no idea he was there and i just froze..i don’t know.”

he cooed at you, inching closer before slowly pulling you in by your waist so the space between you had disappeared. your hands moved to his chest without thinking, the urge coming naturally.

“don’t apologise, y/n. should have killed him for how he was speaking to you, i’m so sorry he did that.” his eyes shut tightly for a second, as though the memory pained him. “he’ll get what’s coming to him, i’ll make sure of it.”

you looked away, eyes falling to his neck and the rise and fall of his chest. “how do you feel?” he asked.

his hands moved to cup your face. you were both inching closer and closer without even realising it. “scared, honestly. i’ve been doing so good and now he’s reappeared.” you all but whimpered. “just wanna forget.”

“yeah?” he whispered, lifting your chin again to look at him, his forehead gently pressing against yours. “want me to help you forget, pretty girl?”

“please.” you nodded slowly, your eyes flickering to his lips whilst he did the same, the two of you dancing around the tension but tonight was enough.

he looked between your lips and eyes once more, before brushing his nose against yours. you tilted upwards before you felt a faint brush of his lips.

he pulled away, only slightly, looking at the way your eyes fluttered close, all resolve fluttering away from him before he properly pressed his lips to yours again.

kissing jungkook felt like coming home. consisting of passion and years of yearning, feeling like it had finally come to an end. all compiled into this single moment.

you pulled him closer, mouths interlocking as you shared a sweet embrace, his arms wrapping around your entire body before you began pulling away. the kiss was only brief, but its impact left you reeling.

“fuck.” he whispered. your eyes remained shut for a moment longer, opening them up to find a look of hope pulling at his fingers. “i’m going to kiss you again, okay y/n? but before i do that, we need to talk.”

you nodded, eyes focused on his lips before meeting his gaze. “okay. you go first.”

he nervously laughed, sitting up slightly and giving him a moment to get his bearings. he opened his mouth a few times, before closing it, unsure of where to start. “sorry, just hard you know? telling the girl you’re in love with that..you’re in love with her.” he rambled, scratching the back of his neck.

you could have sworn that the earth stopped spinning. you looked up at him, sitting up a little too fast, causing him to stop his rambled muttering before raising his eyebrows.

“what did you just say?” you all but whispered, eyes wide.

his mouth was gaping now, confusion littered on his face as though to question what had he actually said. once it dawned on him, his eyes matched the size of yours.

“oh…i mean i guess i said it. i..i get it if you don’t feel the same, i don’t want you to feel like you have to return the same feelings, you know?” he began again, this time much faster, the two of you completely sat up in bed. “but like can you blame me? loved you second i met you, y’know? always wanted to tell you but just get so shy around you, and you’re so pretty makes my brain shut down..”

whatever you had done in a past life, god bless. you were sure you would thank every god and every goddess for this very moment, your hands shaking as you grabbed his face, yanking it towards you and pressing your lips to his.

jungkook’s breath faltered for a second before realising what was happening. he wrapped his hands over your hips, careful not to touch the bruised skin your ex had caused, pulling you onto his lap immediately.

this kiss was unlike the other. though it shared the same passion and tension, this felt like a promise and declaration of love - a certainty that had waited to be confirmed for what felt like eons.

your mouths moved in unison, your fingers gripping into his hair as he brought you closer. he groaned into your mouth, your tongues moving together whilst you both pushed and pulled, yearning for more whilst every emotion ran through you. the feel of his piercing against your mouth felt cool; an odd feeling at first touch but quickly becoming something your brain felt addicted to.

he pulled away slowly for breath, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenching as he looked directly at you, nudging his nose with yours. “is that your way of telling me you like me?”

“i love you, you idiot.” you whispered back at him, the both of you resorting to pecks. “loved you for so long, can’t believe you haven’t told me until day.” he grinned at this, nudging your nose once more.

“yeah, you didn’t either.”

you rolled your eyes, playing with his hair from behind. “does this mean we can kiss all the time?” you asked, pecking him whilst excitedly bouncing in his lap.

he groaned loudly, hands flying to grab your waist carefully as you smothered his faces in excited kisses. “yeah, won’t ever keep my hands off of you again.”

jungkook, although elated, was fighting the demons that were currently erupting through his chest. you, in no more than his shirt and your underwear, bouncing in his lap, conveniently over his crotch where he was already fighting his growing hard on.

“fuck, y/n.” he groaned again, holding you down a little firmer, unaware that the action was now directly pushing your own core directly to his crotch. you let out a little noise, half moan half whimper; eyes connecting.

neither of you dared to move. the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable, especially after the night you had which is shy he began to pull you up, to rest you on your side of the bed again.

only, you placed your hands on his shoulders, pressing your core against his bulge firmly before rolling your hips experimentally. you couldn’t help the moan that left you, a noise leaving his lips that rivalled it.

“still…still wanna forget kookie, you’ll do that for me?” you asked, unable to stop your hips from moving in circles, not when it felt so good.

he nodded, as though in a trance, guiding your hips as he shuddered against you. “don’t want you to feel like i’m taking advantage, baby, you’ve had such a long night.” he whispered, though your actions never faltered.

sweet, sweet boy. you couldn’t believe this was happening, the man of your dreams, both your heart and brain no longer at odds but instead connected finally in matrimony. “wanted you for so long.” you breathed out with a shake of your head.

this was beyond anything he could imagine. with direct confirmation from you, he captured your lips once more, hands planted firmly on your waist as he dragged you up and down his clothed cock. you shared moans, quiet and unsure at first before you found yourself matching his movement, the two of you closer than ever in a way you had Both only dreamt of.

“fuck. we have to stop, or i’ll cum.” jungkook whined as he pulled away from your lips, arms entirely wrapping around your body as if to stop you, closing his eyes tightly. “and i plan to impress you, so..”

you panted, with both a slight nod and slight giggle before whimpering at the loss of pleasure. this only lasted a few more seconds before suddenly, you found yourself flipped, a squeal leaving you. jungkook hovered over you, peeling his shirt from his body before swooping down to catch your lips again.

you couldn’t help your wandering hands, fingers twitching over his naked chest. you had seen him shirtless before, notably when you had all gone to the beach, but the memory was seared into the crevice of your mind. feeling his skin so intimately was completely different.

your lips moved in unison before he broke away, whining at his own action as he pulled his t-shirt you wore. he looked at you for approval, to which you nodded before he pulled it up over your head.

jungkook groaned, loudly. the sight of your bare breasts were enough for him to go clinically insane, but the way you were looking up at him, eyes big and lips bruised. you would be the end of him.

“fuck, look at you. so pretty.” he reached for one of your breasts, listening to the quickening of your breath as he wrapped his mouth around one. biting, teasing and licking, he proceeded to leave honeyed marks on your skin, whilst your moans and squeaks egged him on.

he moved to your other, making sure to physically leave his claim over them with hickeys adorning your body. “need you, kook.” you whined, impatient.

the side of his mouth flickered up at the sound of your impatience, and as much as he wanted to ruin you immediately, he had waited too long for this to just end up rushing.

“need to prep you first, hm? gonna be patient for me?” he cooed as his hands continued cupping your breasts. you nodded, eagerly, hands locking into his hair as he gave them one last kiss before easing down your body, trailing kisses from your stomach to your hips. he kissed over the bruised skin jaehyun had caused, making your heart clench for a moment.

the boy you loved, with wild eyes and bruised lips, searing love into every crevice of skin he could reach, ridding you of the pain that disgusting man had placed on you. he was freeing you with every touch, with every promise hidden behind passionate touches, you felt so safe.

he parted your legs, eyes flickering up to meet yours. he grabbed the hem of your underwear, sliding it down so that he was met with your core, a noise of pure defeat leaving him at the sight of you. wet and clenching for him, yearning for his touch just as much as he yearned to taste you. “all for me, baby?”

you nodded, as he parted your legs further despite how suddenly shy you felt. he dipped his head, planting a chaste kiss to your clit, watching as your body jolted. with a smirk, he dove in.

he couldn’t help the noises that were leaving him as he sucked and licked, intoxicated by your taste. “taste so good, y/n.” he’d moan in between your legs. “could die here.” he’d add. “addicted to you.” he’d all but growl.

you couldn’t help the moans, you’d never felt like this before. sure you’d been eaten out before, but never by a man who acted like this was his last starving meal. jungkook hoisted your legs wider, as your hips lifted, your hands tight against his scalp.

“need to stretch you, fuck. need to make sure i fit, hm?” he teased, eyes connecting with yours as one of his tatted fingers teased your entrance whilst sucking on your clit. you hated the thought of any woman before you in his life, but you thanked every higher power above that he knew what he was doing, feeling your high in your stomach already.

he instered a finger, pumping at a pace that had your toes curling. the whines that were leaving you made him dizzy, he wanted more. it wasn’t long before he inserted another, beginning to thrust them in unison whilst you chanted his name.

he groaned at the sight of you lifting your hips, desperate to reach your high. he had no idea he was grinding into the bed, chasing a high of his own as he watched you quiver and moan. “so tight, y/n, can’t wait to feel you on my cock. hm? won’t be able to think once you’re being fucked right, baby.”

you nodded, head empty and hands shaking. “w-want it, kookie, want it so bad.”

his fingers quickened, getting rougher and going harder as he sucked on your clit. he could feel you getting restless, knew you were on the edge from the way you were pushing his head closer without even realising. he could feel his sick obsession in his brain growing rapidly knowing you wanted him just as much, it felt like nothing else mattered than making you good.

“jungkook.” you let out a high pitched squeal, feeling your high rapidly approaching before your legs began to shake, and hips began to raise. your high ran through you like a shot of electricity, as your moans grew higher, his fingers pumped faster and his hand pressed down onto your stomach, forcing you to feel every inch of your orgasm.

he parted from you after you began quivering from overstimulation, plopping his fingers into his mouth to memorise your addicting taste. he hovered over you once more, the tent in his bottoms too large for you to ignore.

“i hate that you’re so good at that.” you panted, unable to meet his eyes as your focused on his bulge. he smirked, watching you, placing your smaller hand onto it so you could feel him fully. “i’m all yours now baby. gonna eat you out every chance you give me.”

your eyes met, a shared grin forming between you both before you pulled him in sharply for a kiss. hot and heavy, you could taste yourself on him which drove you insane - you reached for his pyjama bottoms, pushing them down almost desperately.

parting from him, with hooded eyes, you looked down at his cock. so big and thick, prettier than any you’d ever seen before you let out the cutest moan. he swore he could die happy. “how are you this perfect, and you have a pretty dick?”

“are you trying to inflate my ego? it’s working. i’ll get that tatted on my chest, don’t play.”

you giggled up at him before pumping him, both hands moving up and down as you sighed. “want you inside me, kookie.” you peered up. “don’t make me wait anymore.”

he pressed one last kiss to you, groaning at the feel of your hands around his already sensitive member. he parted your legs, one peek at your messy core enough to drive him insane before he began rubbing the head over you.

“don’t think you’ll fit.” you whimpered, the feel of him all encompassing.

“i’ll make it fit, was born for you baby.” jungkook promised, as he began pushing his cock in, your core instantly clenching around him. he began slowly, until he was fully inside, pelvis to pelvis, eyes fluttering shut.

you’d never felt so full in your life, the stretch both delicious and overwhelming. your fingers clawed at his large biceps, whimpers and quivers filling in the air as he held you tightly, whispering sweet nothings about how good you were for him, how incredible you felt. once you gave him the green light, he began thrusting.

he couldn’t believe this is what he was missing out on. he couldn’t believe how tightly and warmly you felt around him, felt like he was finally coming home.

his hips snapped against yours slowly, letting you feel every inch as your moans got louder and louder. “faster, kook.” you begged, though you knew you never had to, he’d give you the world.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he chanted, his pace changing as he began to thrust faster per your request, pressing his head against yours. “feel so good, my y/n, my girl.”

you clenched around him over his words making him airily chuckle, thrusting harder at that. “yeah, like that? like me calling you my girl?”

“yeah, wanna be yours jungkook.” you whimpered back, legs reaching up to wrap around his waist as he began to thrust deeper.

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air and he knew his neighbours would be furious tomorrow, but could hardly begin to care. “you are, hm? was always my girl, you’re all mine and i’m all yours.” he promised, biceps flexing beside your face. “won’t ever let you go.”

you mewled loudly, hands finding home in his hair as you pulled against the strands. “feel so full.”

“yeah? pussy loves it baby, loves taking it.” he growled back, head hiding in your neck, leaving hickeys.

you could already feel your high approaching, but you couldn’t bare for this to end yet, lightly pushing his chest. he immediately pulled himself up and stopped thrusting, looking down at you with furrowed eyes. “wanna ride you.” you whimpered to which he threw his head back in what could only be a pathetic groan.

“you’re going to kill me, y/n.”

soon, your positions had changed and you were slipping him back inside, the two of you moaning loudly at the feel of one another in such a deeply intimate way. he felt so much bigger like this, and the feeling of fullness for you and your heat for him were enough to drive you mad.

he watched as you began to bounce, body contorting at the feeling of pleasure running through you. this was the hottest sight he had ever seen, your hands pressed against his chest to stabilise yourself.

“fuck yourself on my cock, that’s it.” he cooed, hands grabbing onto your ass before landing a harsh spank, to which you mewled and rode faster. you had no idea to what extent you were driving him crazy.

he watched as you rose, hands now held behind yourself as you practically used him to get off. the sight was severed into his brain forever, with his fingers rubbing your clit to bring you closer to your high. “already so close, feels too good.” you moaned.

music to his ears, jungkook thought. you were getting tighter and tighter, no doubt nearing your second high but he couldn’t bring himself to lay back anymore. he grabbed your ass again, before bouncing you up and down himself, your moans getting expeditiously louder.

“jungkook!” you squealed, feeling his cock fuck you in a way no one had ever managed to. you were addicted, you had no idea how you were ever suppose to live again after this, after experiencing heaven.

“fuck baby, can feel you getting close hm? wanna cum with me, wanna cum on my cock?” he cooed at you, switching your positions again. you were now on your side, one leg on his shoulder whilst he hovered over you, pounding roughly whilst rubbing your clit.

you chanted yes over and over, his free hand holding your own as he could feel his own high approaching. with the final rub to your clit, your breath stitched as your orgasm rushed through every inch of you, shaking your body beneath him.

the sight alone was enough to bring him to his own high, giving you one last sloppy thrust before cumming, his fingers on your clit not letting up as he chased you through your high, your moans twisting into one another.

his fingers fell, alongside your leg on his shoulder leaving you both a shuddering mess. he immediately found home, his forehead touching yours whilst your breaths mingled, panting at one another.

you spent a few minutes just like that, getting your bearings before he slowly pulled out, groaning at the sight of his cum trailing out of you.

“you okay, did i go too hard?” he cooed at you, his hands reaching for your face as he planted sweet kisses over your cheeks.

“felt so good, kookie. felt perfect.” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around his neck immediately, pulling him down to properly meet you beside him.

he could hardly believe it. the love of his life, cuddling into him after a session of pure passion and lust. he was addicted to you; sure that no other drug would be as potent as you. completely ruined from the inside out.

you both stayed silent for a while, simply caressing and kissing each other. it felt so pure, so right that you felt ashamed knowing you hadn’t told him your feelings earlier. you had long forgotten everything that happened that night, your brain totally encompassed by the thought of him.

“i’m never going to live down the fact i should have confessed to you earlier.” he frowned at you. “we wasted so much time.”

to this, you giggled, holding him close. “we were idiots, but i guess this means we have to make up for it, right?”

jungkook grinned widely at your words, taking your hand in his and lightly kissing your fingertips. “firstly,” he began, sitting up slightly so that you could look at him properly. “i love you, love you so much i can’t breathe when i look at you.”

you took him in, a bashful smile forming. “secondly, know i didn’t properly ask but this makes you my girlfriend, right?” he asked, smiling wider as he watched you nod excitedly with a squeak. “not for long though, i’ll put a pretty ring on that finger in no time.”

your mouth fell open at his words, eyes widening. “jungkook, you can’t say that!” you giggled, evidently very giddy at his words. say more, your heart screamed.

“please, i’ve learnt my lesson y/n. not wasting any more time.” he teased back, the two of you embracing and sharing a sweet kiss.

this was everything you both had wanted and more, spending the rest of the night talking, embracing and perhaps dabbling in other pleasurable activities. soon, you both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. home, at last.

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“you owe me like 50.” namjoon grinned widely at jimin.

the group had walked into jungkook’s apartment, each bringing breakfast assortments and flowers for you to make sure you were alright. they had been so worried last night that they’d gone straight home, each of them unsure of what to do but all understanding that the safest place for you to be was with jungkook.

when jin had seen yoongi and examined the redness of his knuckles, he couldn’t help but grin, knowing full well the boy had probably paid jaehyun a little visit sometime in the night. neither party said anything, but an understanding was shared. you were the youngest of the group, and of course, they were incredibly protective.

what they didn’t, expect, however was to see you cuddled up in jungkook’s arms, the two of you snoring away, evidently naked considering the duvet was hardly doing anything for modesty. upon sight of this, they all silently cheered, filtering out into the living room.

“no way, you ALL owe me 80, i said they’d fuck, you guys just said they’d confess.” yejin chimed in with a grumble, prodding a figure into the taller man’s chest.

hobi couldn’t help his giggles as he began unpacking breakfast. “whatever, can we all just be glad that this ordeal is finally over?”

taehyung nodded. “no more y/n pining.”

“no more jungkook whining.” jin added.

“no more will they, won’t they.” namjoon grinned, grabbing a seat at jungkook’s kitchen table.

“no more does she lo-“ yejin began, before shutting her mouth immediately. all eyes furrowed, including hers, straining their ears to hear the sudden noises forming in the bedroom as their heads snapped, looking over.

a moan filtered out into the air to which everyone groaned, realising what had instead replaced it. “pack it up, lovebirds.” jin shouted loudly. “breakfast on the table in 5, i expect you out and showered.”

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ohhowjooniewept · 3 months ago

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i loved brother's bsf jungkook, it would be so good as a mini series. loved the tension.

omg thank you so much, if there’s interest i’m more than happy to do more !! i love the tension so much, so maybe a continuation? or do you have anything in particular in mind?

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ohhowjooniewept · 3 months ago

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cooking something up, what do we want to see (rest assured they will be desperately obsessive so down bad you’ll want to scream)

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook x you #jungkook angst #jungkook au #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook bts #jungkook

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ohhowjooniewept · 3 months ago

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neighbours, lovesick & infatuation.

jungkook x y/n

had you explained your current situation to anyone in your life, they would surely call you insane. they would ask you to move out or even call the police. they would question both your sanity and actions, muddle your feelings for illness whilst labelling you as crazy. instead, you sat and you stared. stared back at the man who lived in the apartment building opposite your own, who would sit quietly in his bedroom chair openly observing you.

you couldn’t tell anyone else, not really, because you too were at fault. you would sit, on your bed, sometimes pretending not to notice and other times giving him a show. a dance between two complete and utter strangers, not a single word discussed.

two individuals enamoured by one another. observing, with land, air and glass separating them; so why did he feel so familiar? why did your mind race at the thought of evening come, knowing your carefully planned routine would begin? brain hazy and eyes lidded, you’d come home to watch the tattooed boy across the street and he too, would do the same.

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being an office worker was the bane of your existence. despite feeling like a walking, misogynistic trope straight out of a film, it was unfortunately a truth to your life. you would wake up early, put on your makeup and pretty skirt, heels high and hair do only to be disregarded and dismissed with every opportunity.

you were better than everyone on that team. you knew it, they knew it - but being the only woman meant they weren’t willing to acknowledge it. you would work long hours, often overtime as your colleagues would shamelessly pile their documents on your desk, only to come home exhausted and upset.

that was the first time you saw him. the man across the street.

a day like every other, returning home with pained feet and tear streaked skin. they had been particularly rude to you, with you returning home two hours later than expected as they all went out to celebrate their new branch opening. you were quiet, to an unspeakable fault, but why did they have to take advantage of it? you wanted to be noticed, you wanted someone to see you for once beyond it all.

you entered your room, blinds drawn as quiet sniffles filled the silence. the only perk was the incredible pay, which allowed for such a beautiful apartment overlooking the city.

jungkook, across the road, was in a similar predicament. he, too, felt overworked and exhausted. with the recent merger at his company undergoing, his business had doubled overnight. suddenly, the weight and expectations of what felt like the world now rested upon his shoulders.

with an apartment that felt too cold to bare at times; he trudged to his room, sighing loudly as tattooed hands ran over his face. he didn’t know what he needed, simply knew that he needed it badly, finding himself perching on the seat that faced his window. the blinds were drawn and he exhaled again, eyes flickering over the skyline unimpressed before they fell onto something much more interesting. you.

his eyebrows furrowed. people usually kept their bedroom blinds closed, although he felt his brain contradict as he too sat before an open window. his brain silenced within seconds once his eyes set on your face.

you were crying, yes, but your lips were puffy. cheeks full and eyes screwed shut as you pulled pins out of your up do, heels scattered around the room and chest heaving. he watched you, almost comically, fall onto your bed whilst sniffling. he couldn’t hear you and yet he swore his heart was beating so loud that had he strained enough, he would hear small little whimpers. he couldn’t look away.

he was insane, he was genuinely insane. what was this sickening feeling gripping his brain? he felt like a pubescent boy looking at a woman for the first time, but these emotions were beyond him. the mere sight of you was overheating his body, and he was alarmed to say the least. he screwed his eyes shut before opening them again, but you remained in your position and as did he. he began loosening his tie, and before he could think any further, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

after a few more minutes, you rose. slow puffs of air left you as you regained some composure, sniffling whilst wiping the black mascara from your cheeks. you looked a mess, a juxtaposition to the effort you put in every single morning.

you found yourself sauntering around your room, picking up a set of pyjamas and slowly readying yourself to have a shower. you picked up one heel, walking to the other which sat next to the window, raising your back to stand up straight with it in your hand when you finally saw.

jungkook.

he stood. watching. eyes wide, not in embarrassment of being caught, but an almost childlike curiosity. you flinched, slightly, in shock that someone was so openly watching you.

your first instinct was to cower, to shut the blinds and move away immediately. you, however, did not.

you found yourself stood there. unmoving. gaze connected to the doe eyed man, observing him as he observed you. it was odd, to be so open with a stranger. it fought against every moral and social understanding you both undoubtedly shared.

you roamed over every inch of him, lips parted and nose still sniffling. black, thick hair styled messily on his head - he had been running his hands through it, that much was clear to you considering the way it stuck at one side. his lips parted and bitten red, his nose scrunched slightly and his eyes. his eyes wide and curious, understanding and confused all at once.

jungkook stared at you, too, your appearance mimicking his. for a woman who had been crying so helplessly moments ago, he truly had been rooted to his spot at the mere sight of you. what was happening, what was he feeling and why was it gripping the ridges of his brain like a vice?

after what felt like eons of merely staring at each other, both unmoving, he made the first move. he had loosened his tie earlier and it now sat pooled at his feet. he moved, slowly unbuttoning his shirt further whilst staring at you.

it was then you noticed the look of exhaustion on his face, the way his chest heaved in what could only be a deep sigh. milky skin revealed to you as he perched, thighs resting wide and shoulders slouched, arms resting on the chair. your move, he wanted to say.

your insides were burning. was this really happening? a greek adonis with his shirt half opened, legs wide, slouched in his seat watching you?

your fingers fumbled with your own outfit, your silk blouse untucked from the tight pencil skirt and beginning to unbutton. jungkook watched as the material slowly fell from your body, his mouth watering and eyes narrowing.

your hair followed, the final pins releasing perfectly blown out hair that sat perched on your chest, reddened eyes sparkling as they modestly hid you away from his prying eyes. you laid on your bed that faced him, arms under your face, all pencil skirt and sheer tights.

you both spent hours looking at one another that night, not a single word spared, but a cocktail mix of tension, passion and comfort shared. a man you had never met, the stranger from across the street, your neighbour in the sister building to your own - why did he feel safe?

jungkook watched as you slowly fell into sleep, makeup still smeared on your face and your body still partially hidden away from his eyes. in the span of a single night, you had stolen something deep inside of him with no intention of its return. in a single night, you became his, but more importantly - he had become yours.

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this little scenario continued on for months, first happening every now and then before becoming frequent. now, you found yourself unable to sleep at night without your eyes locked on the bambi eyed man from across the street.

always scantily dressed, the two of you would perch after work, weekends, and holidays. he in his chair, you resting on your bed. you would wake up, and he would no longer be there, but the warmth between your legs would serve as a reminder of his presence.

you couldn’t tell anyone, not your friends nor the very few coworkers you enjoyed. no one would understand, no one would encourage such behaviour, they’d call you insane or a creep. they’d call him worse, you were sure but you didn’t care. he was yours, in a weird way. he belonged to you. you belonged to him too.

jungkook, too, was fairing no different. he found himself working harder at work; pushing himself to the point of exhaustion just so he would finish and come home at the same time as you. weeks of deduction had confirmed to him that you finished work, usually, at 8 - awfully late for an office job, but as a CEO, he often worked longer hours. his employees were in awe at how much work he took on, but none could be privy to the dirty secret as to why.

he would sit in his chair, trousers hung low on his waist with his tie and shirt discarded, hands running through his hair as he simply watched you. he yearned to know your name, what you sounded like, would you be comfortable cm’s apart from him or would you cower shyly the way you did at the beginning? he was enamoured.

for the first time in years, he felt genuine comfort. it was ridiculous and made no sense, to the extent in which he knew this would damage both his reputation and career had anyone found out. you were his little secret, and he yours - he couldn’t help wanting more.

you both had reached a fever pitch, you couldn’t return to what once was. you had each other now, and even though this was only the beginning, it was a fact understood between you that this could not end.

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“enough. you’re always holed up in that apartment, you’re young and you’re sexy - it’s time you let the world see it too.” your friend, yejin, grumbled whilst pulling things out of your wardrobe.

you huffed, dressed in your pretty underwear and silk robe. the blinds were closed today. you couldn’t bring yourself to open them whilst you had company.

“i want to stay at home and relax. that fucking job stresses me out enough, i don’t want to get drunk and then spend sunday healing.”

she rolled her eyes. “too bad. you’re wearing this.”

you felt the dress fall onto your stomach, looking down at it with a sigh.

“seriously, y/n. i’m worried about you, okay?” yejin sighed, turning around to properly face you before sitting next to you on the bed. “they treat you horribly and then you hole up inside, you haven’t come out in months.”

“i’m fine.” you shook your head. how do you explain that your pretty neighbour from down the street ogles at you for hours and it relieves your body of every inch of stress? not quite as easy as one would think.

she groaned, loudly before grabbing your arms lovingly. “for me. please.”

she had such a way about her that you simply couldn’t say no. you match her groan before walking into your bathroom, getting ready just as she wished.

one hour of getting ready and another pregaming, you were finally ready to go. a few of your other friends were joining, all bouncing around your apartment with various drinks as you waited on your ubers.

you found yourself shimmying in, already slightly tipsy with giggles in a too short dress and heels that were much too high. you cramped against the window, letting the breeze hit you as you rest your head on the car door, the car beginning to move.

as the driver drove down your street, you noticed a car approaching on the opposite side of small driveway that separated the two apartment complexes. your brain was hazy as you watched sleek black metal slide by, your eyes peering to the driver.

your breath hitched.

eye contact, no longer than a few seconds but enough to cement a drumming in both your chest and between your legs. jungkook driving by slowly, his eyes trailing over your features up close, drinking every curve and ridge as though his life depended on it.

you couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, the moment passing by before you could really do anything, two cars going in opposite directions; but he was all you could think about. all you wanted. fuck.

the rest of the night was spent nursing drinks, dancing and resting, eyes shut and open wide, doing everything you could possibly do to rid the image of his lip ring. seeing it up close allowed it to catch the light, and you could have sworn he looked like every sin personified.

you felt stupid, as you stood at the bar whilst your friends danced. your back to them as you swirled your straw in your drink, your brain only growing hazier by the second with the thought of him. he had this effect on you, but did he even care? maybe you really were insane, acting so needy over a man whose name you had never even heard - a man who may potentially not want you the way you yearned for him.

shame trickled into your spine as realisation hit you like a truck, a bucket of ice trickling down every inch of you. what were you doing? you wanted to go home, you wanted to close the blinds. he didn’t want you. of course he didn’t, if he had; he would have found his way to you. hazy mind and dizzy brain, you turned around, mood suddenly sour, wanting nothing more than to just leave.

you faced a black shirt.

your eyebrows furrowed at the sight. broad chest and wide shoulders, clad in a black shirt messily tucked into trouser slacks. a suit that looked much too expensive for the club you were currently in, with hands caging you into the bar on either side. those tattoos, so familiar - they felt like home.

your breath hitched as you found yourself wetting your lips, shifting from foot to foot, slowly allowing your eyes to shift upwards. chest to neck. neck to jaw. jaw to lips. lips to doe eyes.

for a moment, silence.

jungkook exhaled deeply, his chest constructing against his shirt as he caged you closer to the bar, finding himself pushing you back into it with each and every step he took towards you. seeing you in that uber, for no more than a few seconds, had drove him insane. he found his brain short circuiting, his mouth parted and his cock thrumming. his, pretty girl, all dressed up before his very eyes.

your friends in the uber were chatting loudly, and he had heard momentarily the end of a sentence, something to do with flonk, a word jungkook registered as the name of hobi’s new club. he had been begging him to come check it out for weeks now, but how could he give up a night of you in the name of too loud music and drinks? though you did not share the same sentiments, he couldn’t help but turn the car around and finally take his close friend on the offer.

he had watched you, like he was accustomed to, from the privacy of his private table alongside his 6 friends. they sat upstairs, overseeing the club, though his eyes remained on you. unable to join conversation, he watched as you danced, lips parted and hands around your various friends. you seemed dazed, mind far away and confused. you needed home, he understood. you needed him, dark eyes staring you down and giving you the comfort you so desperately craved in order to relax.

he watched as you separated from your group, turned towards the bar. he watched as your eyebrows furrowed and a look of shame washed over you and it chilled him to the bone. he found his feet walking towards you, and his hands reaching towards the metal surrounding your body before he could stop himself. he had enough of watching. it was time to act.

you stared up at him, mouth slightly agape and breath hitching. he found himself stepping even closer, your bodies beginning to press against one another.

“fuck.” he whispered, so quietly he wasn’t sure he had even said it. you heard.

the haziness grew stronger, your eyes drooping in a sense of comfort but your body contorting in pure fire. you could feel him against you, your heart beating loudly and your core pulsating.

“you were just gonna leave me, baby?” he found himself asking, his head pressing against yours. “would have waited for you. would have waited all night.”

you found yourself whimpering, almost pathetically as you pressed further into him, your hands sliding to his chest.

“w-wanted to come home.” you closed your eyes.

“yeah? come home to me? can’t sleep without me, hm?”

his words were sin. you didn’t even know each other’s names but you were both enamoured. breathing each other in as though you were parched and finally sipping water. his arms moved from the bar to around your waist, pulling you in until you were now fully pressed entirely into him.

he nudged your nose with his own. “what are you doing to me?”

you opened your eyes, breaths mingling from how close you were. what was he doing to you?

“my head…i can’t think.” you whined, so overwhelmed with hands slowly trailing upwards. you wanted to run your hands through his hair.

he was here, finally here and you couldn’t stop yourself.

jungkook groaned once one of your delicate fingers finally sought refuge in his head, his mouth slowly trailing downwards to your neck. he began placing pepper kisses, slight and airy as though he was hardly there, breathing in your scent like you were his personal brand of heroin.

“don’t need to think, baby. i’m here.” he promised.

you nodded. you didn’t want to.

you both remained clutched onto one another, too close to be deemed strangers and yet, really, that was what you were.

the slick between your legs was growing with every second, slow whines leaving your lips as jungkook pressed kisses on your neck. harsher with each kiss, a promise etched into each one.

he was no better. he had already fisted his cock to the thought of you this morning, and now with the tangible feeling of you in his arms, his body pulsated without warning.

“i don’t even know your name.” you exhaled, half moan, half sigh.

“jungkook.” he whispered against your neck through kisses, seeking your sweet spot. “what’s your name, baby?”

“y/n.”

he closed his eyes, groaning quietly. “even your name tastes sweet.”

had you known his voice sounded like this, or his touch, or his mouth - god, you wouldn’t have stayed away. you would have broke glass, and closed the distance in any way possible. how could you ever get enough.

you gripped his hair slightly, pushing him up enough to look at you. “i w-want you.” you admitted, suddenly riddled with the remaining anxiety from earlier.

“i was yours from that first night, y/n.” he stared, fingers raising your chin. “my brain doesn’t fucking work unless it’s occupied with you, can’t work, can’t sleep. can’t rest till i see you sleeping nice and safe.”

his words left you a whimpering mess. he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, and that was a sickening revelation. were you both as insane as each other? enabling the no doubt disturbing nature of your relationship?

“you make me feel so good, jungkook.” you murmured, brain hazy with want. “make me feel safe.”

“good baby. that’s what i want. you’re mine, and i’m yours. gonna make sure you feel like that, always.”

“please.” you nodded.

he lifted your chin again, unable to stop himself. he wanted to devour you whole. he wanted to transfer the electrify that was burning through his veins to show you the true extent of his words. his brain felt lovesick, and the more you watched one another, the more he never wanted to get better. your eyes drooped, falling onto his mouth, him mirroring you. with hitched breaths and shaking hands, he finally pressed his lips to yours.

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