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Jungkook x Reader - Game On! (Twenty One)

Summary: Jungkook was the boy you had always had a crush on but after an event that leaves you heartbroken and humiliated, you cut him from your life. However, years later your paths cross again and now an adult, you swear to not let him get the better of you.

Genre: Romance, drama,

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Author: Moxie

Chapter 21 (Final)

You wake up to the sound of the shower running, the steady trickling of water pulling you gently from your slumber. For a few short seconds you're disoriented and don't know where you are. Groggily, you rise up into a seating position, dragging the end of the blanket up with you and holding it to your bare chest. Glancing around the unfamiliar bedroom, your eyes fall back to the bed and at the empty place beside you. Slowly the events of last night catch up to you and the heat rises to your cheeks.

"Oh my god" the worlds slip from your mouth, barely above whisper. 

Like a movie on rewind, the last twelve hours flicker through your mind. The party, Eric, Jungkook pulling you away, Jungkook kissing you and so much more. You close your eyes and shake your head, still in disbelief and not being able to register everything. Clutching the blanket closer to your chest, you glance briefly over to the en-suite where the bathroom and the toilet is located. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where Jungkook is.

A thousand questions run through your mind, swarming you. How long has Jungkook been awake for? What is he thinking? Does he regret last night? What happens now? Does this change things or do you go back to being just friends?

Your initial happiness wavers as a dark cloud settles over you and rationality comes back to you. Last night was beyond anything you could have ever imagined or dreamed of. What would you do if Jungkook says that last night was just a once off? Or worse, what if he says last night was a mistake? Could you really go back and forget everything that has happened and settle with being just friends with him? 

A sound from the en-suite catches your attention and you jerk your head up, ears alert and listening for any sound of Jungkook. Luckily, the steady stream of water running is the only thing you hear. Your shoulders sag and you let out a sigh of relief, however there is no time to relax. Spurred into action, you propel yourself out of the bed, determined to find your clothes and get dressed before Jungkook can come out. You didn’t want to face him naked.

You look around the floor of Jungkook’s bedroom for your dress and underwear and it’s at this moment that you remember that Jungkook had removed them in the lounge room. They were most likely still on the floor by the couch. Feeling a slight chill creep up your arms, you spot a plain grey zip-up jacket draped on the back of a chair and decide to put it on for the time being, at least until you get your dress and your things. The jacket was extremely soft, from numerous washes and it smelt of a mixture of Jungkook’s cologne and his washing detergent. You pause only for a second to breath it in, allowing yourself a short moment to yourself.

Pulling it over your head and letting it settle over you, you find your purse at the base of the bed, the clasp having fallen open and its contents scattered over the floor. Not wanting to waste time, you crouch down onto your knees and pick up your purse with one hand. With the other you begin to collect your things and shove them hastily back into your purse. Your head reaches out for your lip balm, but it accidentally knocks it, sending it flying underneath the bed, disappearing from view.

Cursing under your breath, you drop down lower onto your elbows and peer beneath the bed, stretching your hand out before you to see if you can reach the lip balm. However, rather than your lip balm, your hand brushes against something else. Something that feels very much like a box. Furrowing your brows in curiosity as to why Jungkook, you wrap your hand around it and pull it out.

You never had a brother however you had spent much of your youth growing up around boys, Jungkook being one of them and most of the time, if a boy had a box underneath their bed, it was usually full of pornographic magazines or movies. The idea of Jungkook, a mid twenty year old adult male, hiding porn beneath his bed as though he were still a teenager makes you smile and you stifle a laugh. 

The right thing to do would be to put the box back and not snoop, however your curiosity was too much to ignore. Besides, the small perverse side of you is interested to see what kind of pornography Jungkook was into.  Just a little peak can’t hurt. You assure yourself, removing the lid.

Surprisingly, it’s not porn that you find. In fact, you aren’t entirely sure what is in the box. At first glance, the contents appear to be a bunch of old movie receipts and letters. Disappointed that it isn’t anything embarrassing, you go to replace the lid when your eyes catch a snippet of a letter, placed at the top of the box. 

A name. That’s all you see but it’s enough to make your entire body stop.

Slowly, you put the lid back down and reach for the letter. The knot in your stomach tightens and something in you screams for you to stop but, stupidly, you chose to ignore it. Scanning your eyes across the letter, you begin to read the delicate cursive handwriting.

Jungkook,

You are my entire world.

Do you know that you’re the reason I got into painting?

I don’t know if you remember but it was at my twelfth birthday party. My father had invited all of his business associates and whilst he was busy mingling, I sat by myself in the corner of the room, staring at my shoes. That was when you had approached me, with all the confidence in the world and ordered me to open the present that you handed to me. Do you remember what it was?

It was a water colour palette.

You smiled at me and it was the most dazzling thing I had ever seen. I remember going home that day and staying up all night, learning how to paint with water colours until I finally managed to paint your smile.

Do you know why it is that I only paint landscapes?

Because your face is the only portrait I have ever wanted to paint. 

Love, always and forever

Mina xx

You re-read the last line again, the tears you didn't realise you had been crying, clouding your vision. With trembling hands, you drop the letter back into the box, wishing that you had never opened it. 

You swallow back the lump in your throat and breathe slowly.

Jungkook and Mina were in a relationship.

The realisation settles over you like a thick, heavy blanket, weighing you down. You had been suspicious about their relationship for a while and now you finally had the answer, although truthfully, a part of you wishes that you were still clueless.

You were so out of it that you almost don’t register the sound of the shower turning off until it is too late. Pulling yourself together, you hurriedly shove the box back under the bed. There’s no way you can face Jungkook now, not after having read that letter. No, the best thing for you to do right now is to leave. You needed time.

Picking up your purse from the ground as you get to your feet, you race out of the bedroom before Jungkook can see you, stopping only once in the lounge room to collect your dress and slip on your underwear, thankful that Jungkook was at least a head taller than you and that his clothes were incredibly baggy, letting you get away with not wearing any pants.

You don’t look back as you close the apartment door behind you.

--

Your phone vibrates a millisecond before the screen lights up and Jungkook's caller ID pops up onto your Home screen, as though announcing himself loudly to the world. With a speed and precision that would make any hand-eye coordination competitor jealous, you whip your hand out to your phone resting on the table, on top of your  wallet - your lunch momentarily abandoned - and switch it off before Eric can notice. Unfortunately, judging from his raised eyebrow and slightly amused expression, you know that your efforts were for nothing.

"Avoiding someone?" He asks, the corner of his mouth titling up. Eric had seen Jungkook's caller ID pop up onto your screen and your dramatic response and the fact that you had ignored the call, intrigued him greatly. Especially seeing as how you had not uttered a word about where you and Jungkook had disappeared off too the other night at the function but from the blush on your cheek and stuttered response when he brought the subject up earlier, he already had an incling. 

"Nope, not avoiding anyone" you lie and pick up your fork, twirling a strand of pasta around it and making a show of being interested in your meal. You had ordered a plate of creamy chicken and mushroom pasta from the local cafe where you and Eric were currently taking your lunch break but the food didn't settle in your stomach. In fact lately nothing seemed to agree with you as of late. You figure that maybe you were coming down with a bug, seeing as it is flu season and a nasty bug was going around the office.  

Your phone vibrates and lights up again but this time signalling that a message has been received. Like before, you ignore your phone and continue to play with your food, whatever appetite you had officially gone, which is a shame because you had barely gotten though half of your lunch.

Eric, who is doing a terrible job of hiding his amusement, gestures towards your phone with a nod of his head. "Must be urgent" He comments and it's on the tip of your tongue to tell him he's mistaken when your phone vibrates once more, another text message.

At this juncture, you start to consider the possibility that Eric is right. It wasn't like Jungkook to call and then send two messages, so close together. Maybe something had happened?

Ignoring the wicked grin on Eric's face, you place down your fork and unlock your phone. You find that there’s one missed call from Jungkook and two text messages. You open up your messages and are surprised to see that none of the messages are actually from Jungkook. A twinge of disappointment hits you involuntarily.

"Is everything alright?" Eric asks, noticing your expression, his voice losing a bit of the teasing humour "Who are the messages from?"

You push down the surge of disappointment and annoyance takes its place. You're annoyed at yourself for feeling disappointed that the messages weren’t from Jungkook. Of course they wouldn't be. Why would he message you when you've been avoiding his calls since that night? 

"It's nothing" you reply, cooly. "It's just Jungkook's grandpa" You tell Eric as you quickly skim through the short lines of text. "He wants me to come over for dinner tomorrow night"

"Sounds exciting. I take it Jungkook will be there too?"

"I'm not sure. Probably...maybe" you place your phone back onto the table, this time flipping it so that the screen faced down. You make a mental note to reply to Jungkook's grandpa later on with an excuse to say you're busy.

There must have been something in your tone of voice because Eric studies you intently before finally giving in and throwing away his attempt at being subtle "Okay, what is going on between the two of you?" He asks outright. "I would've guessed that things would be different now but you've both been acting strange and evasive. What gives? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened . And I'm not acting strange"

"Then why are you ignoring him?"

"I'm not ignoring him"

Eric scoffs at your lie "Yeah right and pigs can fly".

"Okay what the hell Eric?" You slam your palm against the table, annoyed. "Why am I the only one being interrogated here? Why aren't you hounding Jungkook?"

"Ah hah! So something did happen! I knew it" Eric exclaims.

You let out an exasperated sigh, wondering why you wasted your breath. Eric, for some reason, was on a hell-bent mission to play matchmaker between you and Jungkook and you know that he isn't likely to drop the subject. He was like a dog with a bone.

Although to be honest this worked in your advantage because Jungkook's relationship with Mina had been bothering you all day and no matter how much you tried, you couldn't shake it. Maybe Eric would know what had transpired between the two of them. What did you have to lose?

"What do you know about Jungkook's relationship with Mina?" You change the subject, making your voice as nonchalant as possible. 

Eric had been preparing himself for a lot of things but he hadn't been expecting that. "Mina? Why do you want to know about her?"

"I didn't realise they dated" you keep your voice nonchalant, giving off the aura as though you didn't really care, so that Eric will tell you.

"I don't know if this is really my place to tell you.." he begins. "Maybe you should ask Jungkook?"

That was the last thing you were going to do. "I'm asking you because I can't ask Jungkook. He never tells me anything".  You don't have to fake the emotion in your voice because it's real. Mina has always been an off limit topic for him. In fact, other than Mina, you didn't even know if he had dated anyone else.

You must look very pitiful because Eric sighs in resignation. "Okay, I'll tell you but there isn't much. Jungkook didn't really share" He leans back in his chair and rubs his lower lip between his thumb and pointer. "They dated for a bit during university and then got engaged"

Your eyes widen in surprise and you lean forward, palms resting on the edge of the table. "Engaged? Jungkook had a fiance?" Why hadn't you known about this? Surely someone in the family would've mentioned it. Jungkook's grandpa? "So what happened?"

"No one knows really. One day they were engaged and the next they weren't. Jungkook never told me what happened but I'm certain she called it off because he was a mess. And then a few months later we find out that she's engaged to marry someone else. Some corporate big shot in America, I think".

It sounds like a melodrama and you struggle to wrap your head around his words. "That doesn't make sense" you mutter to yourself under your breath "It seemed like she really loved him..."

"What was that?" Eric asks, trying to catch what you said

"Huh? Oh nothing" you shake your head dismissing it. "I just said that must've been hard on Jungkook. Her being engaged to someone else"

No wonder he was still hung up on her

"Yeah but that was years ago" Eric pipes up, trying to lighten the mood and reassure you. "It's all in the past. Jungkook's over it. The person he likes now is you, not Mina"

"I wouldn't be too sure about that"

You stare down at your lunch and decide to throw the rest of it out.

--

Unfortunately for you, Grandpa Jeon would not take no for an answer. When you had called him earlier on in the day and faked an excuse about being extremely busy with your workload, he had threatened to call Jungkook and demand you be able to leave early, so that didn’t go very well and you had no choice but to agree to come over for dinner.

The moment you had agreed to come to dinner, you had come up with the plan to avoid Jungkook as best as possible. You would avoid being alone in the same room as him and you would avoid any kind of communication. Sadly though, no no one else seemed to have gotten that memo because here you were now at grandpa Jeon's house, trying to ignore the man seated beside you, who seemed to have made it his personal mission to make it as hard as possible for you to ignore him.

His thigh brushes against yours as he leans back into his seat and stretches his legs, sending chills throughout your body. Had it not been for the fact that he was currently engaged in a conversation with his father about - you weren't entirely sure because for the past ten minutes you had been too aware of how close his leg had been to yours and how his jeans perfectly sculpted his legs - you would have thought this move was deliberate but seeing as how his speech didn't falter and he made no move to address you, you brush it off as a mere accident and shift over in your seat, putting some space between the two of you.

All night you had been on edge and it was starting to drive you crazy. From the moment Jungkook had slipped into the seat beside you, it had been as though your senses were heightened and you were aware of everything he did, be it whenever he leaned forward to pick up more food or whenever his arm brushed against yours.

What annoyed you most of all was that Jungkook didn't even seen phased at all. Whilst you squirmed in your seat, he remained perfectly calm and composed. Completely aloof. It wasn't fair.

As though he could sense that you had been thinking of him, his arm brushed against your shoulder and you inwardly scowl. Annoyed and a little bit frustrated at yourself, you pierced the pork and prawn dumpling on your plate with the end of your chopstick with more strength than required. The sound of your chopstick going straight through and hitting the plate resonated across the room with a loud thwack.

At this, Jungkook finally glanced over to you, a single eyebrow raised quizzically. You ignore him and shove the entire dumpling into your mouth, chewing savagely and venting out your annoyance on the delicious morsel. Damn him.

--

As soon as dinner was over, you jumped up from your seat and volunteered to clear the table and do the cleaning, propelling yourself into action and gathering up everyone's dishes before anyone could object. You retreated to the kitchen with an armful of plates as quickly as possible without giving off the impression that you were running away, even though that was exactly what you had been doing.

It had been easy to avoid Jungkook talking to Jungkook during dinner because everyone seemed to be in a talkative mood, except for you. However now that dinner was done and dusted, you figured that it would be only a matter of time before Jungkook cornered you and demanded to talk about that night, which was one particular conversation you weren't too thrilled to have. Ever.

You had already swept your memories of that night under a rug and threw away the key to that room. You hoped that Jungkook would do the same, especially since you had heard word from the gossip vine at work that his engagement to Areum was still on, despite him telling you otherwise. You had been so caught up with Mina that you had almost forgotten about Areum. So in truth, there was actually not one, but two women after Jungkook’s heart. There was no way you wanted to compete with that.

A stab of jealously pierces your heart at the memory and you quickly pushed it away.

You stop in front of the sink and gently deposit the dishes into one of the dual basins and reach for the tap when a hand wraps around your wrist, pulls you back and spins you around until your face to face with Jungkook who is standing an inch away from you. A surprised gasp escapes from your lips and your eyes widen in shock.

"We need to talk" is all he says before his hand drops from your wrist and clasps your hand securely in his. Without another word and despite your protests, Jungkook leads you out of the kitchen, up the stairs and pushes you into a room, closing the door behind him and placing himself between you and the door, blocking you in case you made an attempt to flee.

Flabbergasted at his behaviour, it takes you a while to realise that he's brought you into his old bedroom.

"What are doing?" You reprimand him in hushed tones, worried that someone might hear the two of you. "Are you crazy?"

Jungkook stares at you and you can see the frustration simmering behind his eyes.

Why the hell was he frustrated at you for?

"We need to talk". His tone of voice is serious and leaves no room for misinterpretation. A sense of dread fills you as your heart speeds up, your body getting ready to go into flight or fight mode. This is exactly what you have been dreading.

You had to get out of here, quick. "Can we talk about this later, I need to go home" you evade his question and steer the conversation away. You begin to walk around Jungkook but he stops you by holding out his arm.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He stares at you and you almost crumble under the intensity of his piercing, gaze.

"I'm not" You lie.

"You are and I want to know why"

"Look, there's really nothing to talk about. I mean why do we have to talk at all? That night was a mistake"

The air in the room immediately. Jungkook narrows his eyes and a muscle in his jaw tenses. "A mistake?" He repeats slowly, his tone of voice dripping in ice.

You swallow the lump in your throat. "Yes" You let out your breath of air and brace yourself for the words that are about to come out of your mouth . "You and I both know it never should've happened. I was confused and you were- you were - I don't know but I think it's best if we forget it even happened and go back to being friends"

This is clearly the wrong thing to say because immediately the tension in the room becomes almost palpable. However instead of scowling and getting angry, Jungkook surprises you when his eyebrow unfurl and his mouth twists into a mischievous smirk.

Jungkook lowers his arm slightly and takes a small step towards you, lowering his head so that he can speak directly into your ear. "What if I don't want to be your friend anymore?"

His voice sends shivers down your spine and a spark of desire. Damn him! You curse in your head. Why the hell is he making this so difficult for you?

"Look" you place a hand on his chest and take a step back. Immediately, you regret your decision because the moment your hand comes into contact with his chest, a memory flashes into your head from the other night. One that involved you licking your his chest and working your way down.You groan inwardly. Frustrated at both your traitorous body for reacting to everything and at Jungkook, for making you feel as though you really could have a chance with him. Your temper flares and you decide to end whatever game Jungkook is playing.

"You and I will never work. We both know that. So you can stop with this - with whatever this is". You fling your arm between the two of you.

The smirk drops from his face and the scowl is back with a vengeance  "And why the hell is that?"

This time you groan aloud, venting out your frustration. He's seriously making you spell it out for him, the ass. What the hell is wrong with him? Fine. If he wants to hear you say it, then who are you to not oblige?

"Because I refuse to be second to anyone"

"What the hell are you on about woman?"

You explode.

"I know you're still in love with Mina you asshole!"

For once, Jungkook is stunned by your words and left speechless. His expression changes into one of puzzlement and for a second you almost believe that he genuinely has no idea what you're talking about.

"Look, you don't have to say anything okay. I already know how you feel so you can stop. Let's just agree to go back as friends" You brush past him and almost make it to the door when Jungkook grabs your wrist and stops you on your tracks.

"Wait" he turns around to face you. "What the hell do you mean I love Mina?"

The confusion in his voice sounds legitimate enough that it makes you second guess yourself.  Could you have been wrong? But that's impossible. You saw the box under his bed...

"There was a box under your bed" you open your mouth and your voice has lost some of its certainty "It had all these photos and mementos in it. It looked like a memory box"

Jungkook's eyebrows furrow as he processed your words. Suddenly, as if a light bulb has been turned on in his head, his eyes widen with comprehension and when it does, his mouth widens into a smirk, surprising you.

"Is that it?" He laughs at you. The humour and playfulness returning to his face. "Is that why you've been ignoring me? Because you were jealous?"

Your face goes as red as a tomato and you stutter out a response. "What? No! That wasn't the reason"

Jungkook continues to laugh at you. "Liar. You were so jealous"

"I wasn't jealous!!" What the hell is happening? Beyond annoyance and not wanting to listen to anymore of his teasing, you shake your hand free.

Thankfully Jungkook releases your hand with ease and relief washes over you but it's immediately driven away when Jungkook wraps both his arms around your waist and pulls you into his body, until you're chest to chest. Everywhere his body touches yours, you feel a wave of desire. Your heart races at the speed of light, threatening to jump out of your chest and you fear Jungkook can feel just how fast it's beating. You attempt to pull away but his arms tighten their grip, pulling you closer if that is even possible.

"W-what the hell do you think you're doing?" You glance up to look into his face and your knees almost give out because he's smiling from ear to ear. If you were in trouble before you're screwed now. How can you say no to that face?

--

Seeing your eyes soften and feeling your body relax in his arms, Jungkook knows you've stopped resisting.

And it's about damn time. 

You almost drove him insane with all that nonsense but what surprised him most was how he had felt when you had said the other night was a mistake. Your words had felt like a smack to his gut and he had never felt more hollow or empty.

That night had been the single, greatest night of his life. Everything was amazing, including you. Jungkook hadn't been able to get enough of you. When he had woken up that morning, his body was reacted to you and he had wanted to take you again, right then, while you were still soft and warm from sleep but he had forced himself yo restrain, knowing that you needed as much rest as you could, especially seeing as how energetic you had both been and how much energy you had no doubt exerted.

Being the gentleman his mother raised him to be, he had climbed out of bed and taken a cold shower. Whilst he had scrubbed himself clean, he had been looking forward to spending the day with you, lazing around the house. After what had happened, it was clear your relationship had progressed into something more and the prospect excited him. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. Not since Mina.

Jungkook doesn't know when it happened or how but one day he found himself not thinking of Mina and instead thinking of you. You had always been on his mind but now it was like he was a man possessed. He thought about you constantly. Seeing you that night at fundraiser with Eric, validated his feelings.

--

"That box is junk"

Your eyebrows knot together in confusion. "What?"

"That box of stuff under my bed? It's junk. Things that I've been meaning to throw away but I just hadn't had the time yet"

His words sink in but you're still confused. "What?"

"It means nothing to me"

You open your mouth but Jungkook cuts you off. "If you say what one more time, I'll kiss you"

Your mouth immediately slams shut and the blood rushes to your face. A million thoughts fly through your mind. Could what Jungkook say be the truth? Had you just done what you always do and overreacted? Your brain jumping to conclusions? Knowing your track record, there's a high possibility.

Jungkook smiles fondly at your response. He has always enjoyed teasing you but now it was even better.

It's clear that your still sceptical, so he continues to talk "I dated Mina when I was still studying and I loved her. In fact, I even asked her to marry me"

For so long you had wished that Jungkook would open up to you and here he is, doing exactly that and whilst his words weren't a surprise to you, it still struck a nerve to hear the words come straight from his mouth. Part of you doesn't want to listen but you force yourself to.

"Did you know our families have wanted us to marry each other ever since we were kids? For a while I thought it was what I wanted to. But eventually people change and we grew apart. Mina called off our engagement and I was angry for months. No. That's not right. I was angry for years. I hated her for ending things the way she did"

You close your eyes, feeling your heart ache for him. You don’t want to hear about his feelings for Mina.

"For a while, I was bitter. But eventually I learned to let go. Because of you"

With your eyes closed, you can feel Jungkook lowers his head slowly, bringing his lips closer to yours. Your heartbeat is as loud as a drum in your ear and you stop breathing. His lips stop a hairs-breadth from yours and you can feel his breath tickle against your cheek.

No one moves and for a while Jungkook doesn't speak. Finally, when you've got enough of a handle on your emotions to not burst into a puddle of tears, you open your eyes and find yourself staring straight into Jungkook's eyes. You don't pull back, instead you hold his gaze, feeling every unspoken word and emotion from years cross between the two of you.

"The moment you came back into my life you have made it your mission to mess everything up" Jungkook raises a hand and strokes your cheeks affectionately, stopping only to cup you in the palm of his hand. "Every day I found myself thinking more and more about you until you were all I could think of. You were on my mind twenty four seven and for a while I was in denial but I'm not anymore. You are the biggest dork in the world and you have zero sense of self preservation.  I'm scared to leave you alone because who knows what you might get up to. Like when we were teenagers and you tried to take up skateboarding and almost sprained your ankle. Or the fact that you love eating spicy chicken flavoured ramen even though it hurts your stomach and gives you stomach pains the next day. You always jump first and think later but that's what I love about you"

Your heart stops. Did he just say love?

"But what about Areum? What about our engagement?" You ask, barely above a whisper, still reeling from his earlier words.

"I told you. I was never going to marry Areum. Its a stupid idea between my mother and her father but it's not happening, they've accepted it. Besides Areum's had a crush on someone for years. Trust me".

"What about your mother?"

"You forced your way back into my life and now you think you can leave that easily? Well guess what? I'm not going to let you go. I made that mistake once, it's not going to happen again. My mother is a lot of things but she isn't an idiot. She knows I never would have been happy married to Areum, not when I'm in love with someone else" He smiles down at you and at that moment, you could die.

How could you have ever believed that you could get over Jeon Jungkook?

"You love me?” You ask, feeling a million overwhelming emotions wash over you. You have to hear him say it aloud and directly, otherwise you’re not sure if this is one of your many dreams or reality. “Do you actually love me?” You repeat the question, not realising that you needed the answer more than you needed anything else in the world at this moment.

Thinking back now, you had always had a slight suspicion but you had never allowed yourself to believe it could be. For so long you had convinced yourself that there was no possibility of Jungkook feeling the same way as you. But his words just now give you the one thing you dread most. Hope.

You wait for his reply but instead of replying, Jungkook hooks a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you to him, covering your lips with his. Immediately, you open yourself up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, rising to the tops of your toes to allow his tongue better access. The kiss is everything. It’s hot, intense but most of all, it silences all your doubts and thoughts in your head. The kiss is Jungkook’s answer.

Feeling overjoyed beyond imagination, you can’t help but smile into the kiss causing Jungkook to pull back and look at you in amusement.

“What are you smiling about?” he smiles at you, teasingly.

You return his smile, feeling as though right now you’re the happiest person in the world. “Nothing” you grin widely and bring your lips back to his.

Who would’ve thought that you would finally land the boy of your dreams after all these years? I guess dreams really do come true.  If your teenage self could see you now, she would be screaming the roof off of the house.

The end.

**Author’s Note: First of all, I have to apologies to all the Game On! fans because I did not do this story justice, at all and I know this chapter and ending is not what this story deserves. Honestly, when I started this story I had a clear idea of where I wanted it to go but somewhere along the line I just wasn’t feeling it anymore, which is why a lot of the time there wasn’t a lot of flow and some things are mentioned briefly but never elaborated on (like the girl Jungkook was seen with at the cafe). Rather than drag the story on with no clear direction, I’ve decided the best thing is to end it and at give it somewhat of a conclusion. 

Thank you to every one for reading and following along. I promise I’ll make it up to you all and write an even better story (Note to self; this time stick to the plot). 

(And as for whether the OC is pregnant, maybe...maybe not!)

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happy birthday to mr. worldwide handsome 🐹 ♡

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Jungkook x Reader - Sugar and Spice (One)

Genre: Humour, fluff

Author: Pilot

“Keep going, you have plenty of room!”

Your friend shoots you a nervous look and her hands are most definitely not at the twelve and three o’clock positions on the steering wheel as was taught and recommended by the driving instructor six years ago when she first got her license. They’re bunched up at the top of the steering wheel, her knuckles white from gripping so hard.

You suppose you shouldn’t have driven if you were going to end up drinking. Then again, you weren’t exactly expecting your friend Sebastian to order two bottles of soju at your favourite casual Korean restaurant on the outskirts of the central business district. He’d asked the petite waitress with perfect circular frames for two small shot glasses and before you could protest he had cracked open the green cap and poured you drink.

Your mother didn't raise you to waste. “Think of the starving children in Africa!” she had ingrained in your head, her shrill voice never choosing to expand her selection of continents or countries.

And in no way were you about to say no to free alcohol. That shit was expensive and your penchant for cheap five dollar bottles of Sweet Lips Moscato had given you more pimples than it was worth due to the high sugar, low alcohol content.

You tap on the passenger window from the outside and watch as Moxie presses an unsteady finger to the window controls. The window winds down just a fraction and you give her a judging look from under your heavier than usual eyelash extensions. You step off the kerb and bring your lips between the small gap.

“Wind it down more! How can you hear me give instructions if it’s still up?”

“Ugh fine!” She exclaims and presses the button. It sends it upwards, almost catching your hair and you scowl, moving up and back onto the sidewalk.

“Why did you park here?!” she yells out in frustration. The window is down. “And parallel of all places?! Why couldn’t you have been a normal person and parked in a normal parking bay closer to the restaurant?”

“No!” It’s your turn to exclaim. “It’s free parking here! You know how hard it is to find parking for free on a Friday night this side of the city. Besides,” you continue, “I need to equalise the amount of money I spent on that parking ticket I was wrongfully given last week.”

Moxie rolls her eyes and shifts the car into reverse.

“You deserved that parking ticket. You parked in a loading zone,” she mumbles under her breath.

You had to give it to her. She was unfamiliar in your car, not used to the way the car’s nose was shorter than it looked and how its white backside stuck out more than it should.

“Keep going!” you encourage, a little less forceful now.

She moves back slowly, a small acceleration for every step on the break pedal. The rear-lights flicker on and off as she does this and you wonder if the two of you will ever get home.

Finally, the car is at a good enough spot that if she just turned a little more to the right she’d be able to manoeuvre the car out of its precarious position. You tap on the side of the car to suggest to stop and she does. You signal to her to go forward and she does, but again slowly. She’s getting on your nerves and you yell out to her.

“Hurry up!”

Agitated, she throws you a glare over her shoulder and adjusts the rear-view mirror. She turns the steering wheel and the front wheels grate on the road.

“Yep, keep going, going, yep - no stop, stop, STOP!” you yell out. It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion. Literally. Because she’d gone too far.

So far in fact that she had side swiped the base of the car that had parked too close for comfort in front of her. After all, it was this stupid car, that had boxed you pretty much in with little to no wriggle room. Only so many tiny three point turns would be able to get your car and its massive ass out of the small street.

You’re glad that prior to dinner you had decided to take a photograph of both a) the fact that you had parallel parked in such a straight fashion between the faded red Toyota and the pick up truck and sent it as a glorified picture to your friend of your parallel parking skills and b) you’d taken another albeit slightly blurrier photograph of your car stuck between the pick up truck and an expensive looking soccer mum car as photographic evidence of the injustice you’d come back to.

“Sweet Jesus.” Moxie steps out of the car and you run over to the side to inspect the damage. There’s a lot of damage. White paint has transferred from your car to the SUV in front of you and there’s a huge dent on the rear step bumper.

You crouch down, bundling and shoving your skirt between your legs so that the hem doesn’t trail the road.

“Do you reckon they’ll notice?” you ask, your fingers trailing the damage.

“Don’t tell me we’re literally going to hit and run?” the perpetrator asks.

“We’re going to hit and slowly, cautiously drive out of here and down the street, never to be seen again.”

“We can’t just leave it like this!” Moxie interrupts.

“Yeah, we can.”

“Uh, no we can’t. It’s all on camera.”

She extends a delicate arm out and points upwards at a nearby CCTV camera perched on the edge of a lamp post at the edge of the street.

You look upwards at the security camera. You swear it’s recorded footage of you, grey and white and you bet your eyes are little pinpricks of light.

“Motherfu-”

“Should we wait? We should do something.”

“Why? No. Let’s go. They won’t be able to tell who did it.”

“It’s your car! They’ll have your license plate.”

“But you were driving!” you argue back.

“I wouldn’t have had to drive if you hadn’t decided to drink!” she throws her hands up, her voice strained.

“Fine, fine. Look. I’ll leave a note.” you rationalise, throwing your hands up in truce. You quickly stick them into your bag and pull out a small notebook you’d kept on you after work. You flip through a few pages and bust out a pen from the front pocket of your bag, shoving the lid in your mouth as you write. Satisfied with your scrawl, you rip the page out of the book and head over to the front of the SUV.

The front looks incredibly new and you sigh. It’s a Lexus. A fucking Lexus SUV. You didn’t even know that Lexus made soccer mum cars. You can only imagine how expensive it’s going to cost to repair. Your eyes scan the interior. There’s a baby seat in the back and a small little shaking solar pot plant sitting on the dash and a crystal angel hanging off the rear-view mirror. There’s even a box of tissues on the dash in an obscene pink fluffy tissue box cover. You despised people with unnecessary trinkets in their cars.

You pull up a windshield wiper and stick the note underneath it and let the wiper go. It slaps harshly with a crisp sound against the tinted glass and you cap your pen and put your notebook away.

“Okay, happy?” you ask, heading back to your car.

Moxie narrows her eyes at you and walks over to read what you’ve read.

“Don’t park so fucking close to other cars, asshole.” She reads out. “You can’t just leave that!”

“I can. And I have.”

“You need to at least let the insurance cover this, you haven't cancelled it yet have you?”

Begrudgingly you shake your head. No, you hadn’t, but you had been close to it. You suppose it was fortuitous that you had decided not to stick it out for another minute more of the forty-seven minutes you’d spent on hold. Who knows, you might have actually gotten through and cancelled it and then this would have happened and you wouldn’t have been covered.

You pull your pen back out from your bag and add an additional note, holding the scrap paper down on the window.

You add a contact number and your name, in addition to a further instruction.

I’ll only cover half the costs.

Somewhat satisfied, Moxie lets out a “hmph” and gets back into your car. You take another look at the SUV and the dent. You notice that the car even has those horrible “My Family” stickers on the back window. A mother, father and two young children, one boy and one girl. You roll your eyes at their poor choice in car decals and pull your bag off your body and round over to the passenger side of your own car, where you then get in.

Moxie steps on the accelerator and pulls out, but not before you fiddle with the Bluetooth. I’m it by Kota Banks plays as you drive away.

//

“But Jensen, I’m not sure if this is right...” your voice trails off.

“What do you mean, lass?” His Southern accent is smooth and buttery.

You turn away from him and clasp your hands to your heart. “I just don’t know if I can do this. Do you really love me?” You turn back around, the hem of your skirt billowing behind you. You note the yellow grassy knoll you’re standing on, the way his boots crunch on the dry grass as he steps closer to you.

“I’ll leave her. I swear it on my dead father’s name. She doesn’t make me feel the way you make me do. The steadiness in my heart, the reasoning in my head, the fire in my loins. I can’t fight the yearning.”

Jensen Ackles reaches out for your waist and spins you back around to face him. The bodice of your pale cream dress tightens under his large hand and your breath escapes you. Your fingers find themselves trailing across his chest, which is slightly bare in the white cotton shirt he has on. You look down, he’s wearing knee high brown boots, tight cream pants and a brown holster where he keeps his gun.

His fingers push the hair away from your face and he begins to untie the bonnet you’re wearing from the loops around your chin.

Suddenly the sound of a stock Samsung tune interrupts the moment.

“What is that foreign sound?” Jensen looks up, eyes fearful. He holds you close to him with one strong arm and the other is poised above his holster.

“Oh it’s just a phone - someone’s calling.” you respond, your hands now reaching for his face, to avert his attention back to you. He was just about to kiss you and -

“No, what is this noise? This ... ringing?”

“Look it’s nothing, can we get back to what we were doing, my love?”

The ringing sound grows louder and you groan.

You sit upright in bed, awakened from your dream of a 17th Century Jensen Ackles romance and haphazardly shove your hand through your bedsheets in search for the culprit interrupting your sleep. Instead you come across the Little Black Dress Book you had been reading before you’d fallen asleep.

Sighing, you finally grasp your hands around your mobile phone and pull the Hello Kitty eye mask you’re wearing up from over your eyes. It sits awkwardly on your head, scrunching up your hair.

“Hello.” A mellow boyish voice flows through the speaker.

You frown at the unfamiliar voice on the phone and pull it back away from your ear to scan the caller I.D. It was eight in the morning for goodness sake.

Puzzled, you remark a hello back.

“Sorry, who is this and how did you get my number?”

“You should know, I mean you gave me your number.”

You frown and try to rack your brain. Number, number. Oh God, was it the guy you’d made out with at three in the morning after you got kicked out of the gay club in the city? You remembered him giving you his mobile number but you couldn’t recall exchanging yours. He was kind of cute, had a nice little button nose but he was a bit of a sloppy kisser and -

“Hello? Are you there?”

“Sorry. Look buddy. Last weekend was fun, plenty of fun. And you’re a pretty good kisser, I mean you just need to work on lessening your saliva and you’d be a great kisser. But I don’t think I’m keen to get into anything right now and -”

“What?”

“What?”

“It’s me, the asshole whose car you rear-ended.”

You sit up straight in bed, your eye mask slipping down your face. You pull it up off over your head and discard it on your sheets.

“Oh so you’re the asshole who decided to park incredibly close to my car.”

“There was plenty of room for you to have gotten out.”

“No. No there wasn’t. If you’re going to purchase such a large car, learn how to drive it, soccer mum.”

“S-soccer mum?” He scoffs. “I am not a soccer mum. It’s not my car.” He sounds offended.

You remember the poor choice of stickers on the left corner of the rear window of the Lexus. No, there were definitely only four family members.

“If it’s not your car why are you calling me?”

“It’s my sister’s car. I'm looking after it while she’s away.” He lets out an exasperated sigh which reverberates through the phone and you pull a face as the sound gives you unnecessary goosebumps. You poke a finger in your ear and wriggle it around, trying to get rid of the weird after effects of the ASMR you’d be on the receiving end of.

“Fine. Let’s say you’re the brother of the car’s owner. You’ll have to prove it. I’m not going to sort anything out until I have evidence. Who knows, this might be a scam.”

“How could this be a scam?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You could have just seen the note on the windshield and thought great, I can make a bit of quick cash from this poor, unsuspecting woman and -”

“Unsuspecting?”

“- take me for a complete ride and take all my money.”

“Trust me. I have far better things to do with my time than sort out some juvenile hit and run criminal.”

He sounds condescending and rude. You’re not that inclined to sort this out in a hurry.

The asshole lets out yet another sigh and you physically pull your mobile away from his ear before the end of it reaches you and gives you that same unwanted goosebump effect.

You switch it to speaker and ditch your phone on your bed as you get up and begin to stretch your arms above your head. Once done, you take your phone with you to the bathroom, balance it precariously on the side of the bathroom sink and turn the tap on to brush your teeth.

“So?” he says, expectant, as it had been quiet for the last minute as you’d squeezed toothpaste onto your toothbrush.

“So what?” You garble between minty foam.

“How do you want to sort this out? You said on your note to call you. That you’d pay for half the damages. I just want this sorted. I think you should pay for the whole thing but I’m willing to go halves.”

You spit out your toothpaste and turn the tap back on, cupping your hand under the running water to rinse your mouth.

“Oh, how kind of you,” you state dryly as you wipe the corner of your lips.

“Whatever. I think this will be easier to sort out face to face. Where do you live?”

“What? Don’t think I’m about to give some stranger and potential soccer mum murderer my home address.”

“I’m not a soccer mum!”

“So you admit to being a murderer?”

Exasperated, he lets out a groan.

“I wanted to know the suburb so I could suggest somewhere close-ish to meet. Somewhere public where you can’t oh, I don’t know, run me over with your car.”

You roll your eyes and squeeze out a bit of face wash into the palm of your hand. You might as well get this over with. You could hear Moxie’s voice of reason in your head. Maybe you shouldn’t have written ‘asshole’ on the note although he definitely sounded like he was one.

“Fine.” He’d woken you up early, disturbed your hot dream with Jensen Ackles and you still had a few hours to kill before meeting your friend Luna for breakfast. If you’d have to sit through fifteen minutes of car insurance torture with him, you might as well do it over a cup of coffee. “Are you free now?”

“Now?” he asks it as if it’s an inconvenience. He was the one who wanted to sort this out pronto. If he couldn’t make himself available now he’d just have to wait.

“Ok, fine. Now is fine. Give me about half an hour? Text me where you want to meet.”

“See you then.” You hang up on him and begin to lather your face wash into your cheeks.

//

The cafe you suggested was a local favourite. They roasted their own beans, tried their best at being sustainable and sourced their produce from local growers in the community.

If anything, going there made you feel better about the fact that you were still being wasteful, albeit in a more eco-friendly way. You liked to think that the money you spent daily on coffee and food there was going back to the community.

Your altruism was certainly helped along by the fact that the coffee was actually good, although you constantly got a “I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed” look from the barista every time you ordered your skinny flat white in a take away coffee cup as opposed to a more environmentally friendly Keep Cup.

You didn’t get why he always gave you that look that weighed momentarily on your guilty conscience, particularly given the cafe continued to stock paper coffee cups anyway. You found it a bit contradictory. Luna liked to reason it to the cafe staff “just trying to do their best”.

She was far too optimistic sometimes.

You’re seated near the window, on a small table for two. Two bright yellow daisies sit in a small thin plastic jar, that looks like it’s an empty pepper grinder. You take a sip of the water while you wait.

He’s late. Or maybe he’s not. Maybe he had already gotten here before you and had taken a seat and you’d taken a separate seat, becoming just two strangers with the same agenda waiting for the other to make the first move.

Your eyes scan the cafe. You spot a young boy with a dog seated at his feet outside. He’s drinking a smoothie as he scrolls through what you presume to be his Instagram feed on his phone. You narrow your eyes. He seems a bit too young to be driving around soccer mum cars. You doubt it’s him and move onto another candidate.

This man looks a bit older, at least in his thirties. He’s sipping a latte as he flips through the morning’s paper. The voice on the phone doesn’t seem to match the man’s face.

You wonder if you should buckle and go to call him when your phone begins to buzz. You quickly look around to see if you can spot someone on their phone. You see someone from the corner of your eye. They have short brown cropped hair and - they turn around. She’s a lady.

Reluctantly you pick up your phone. The caller I.D. has been set to Soccer Mum. You answer.

“Hello?” you narrow your eyes as you look outside the window for any guy that matched the voice. “I’m here, where are you?”

“I’m just rounding the corner now. It’s The Apple Tree right?”

“That’s the name of the cafe I texted.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Whoa, whoa. At least buy a woman a drink first.”

He says nothing and doesn’t even chuckle at your joke.

Sighing, you reply “I’m by the window, seated inside. I’ve got a black beret on.”

“Right,” and he hangs up.

A few moments later a tall man, about your age, walks into the cafe. He’s holding an envelope in one hand and his phone in the other. He’s striking. A round nose and large brown eyes, framed only by a black fringe of hair. He’s wearing jeans and a black hoodie, joggers and a look of contempt on his good-looking face.

He spots you in your beret and strides over to the small table for two. You stand up, outstretching your hand and he takes it with a firm shake.

“Nice to meet you, Soccer Mum.”

“It’s Jungkook, actually.”

To be continued

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I just read all of By your side and omg honey that shit was so good you had me feeling all kinds of things. Just wanted to let you know I support you hard and you're writing is just so incredible!!!! Keep it up homie! You have fuelled this Jin stans little heart 🌼🌼💖🌼💖🌼💖🌼💖

Guh bless your pink cotton socks - thank you angel! Jin’s just out there stealing hearts and blowing kisses and fuelling even more Jinfic ideas that it’s almost becoming a problem! I have so many other stories I want to write but there he is, creeping into all my story ideas.

Anonymous said to sodoyouknowbts: Sitting on pins and needles as i wait for updates from you both! Been such a fan of your stories since i randomly stumbled upon your blog, youre both so gifted 🤧🤧🤧😭 how do you get inspiration for fleshing out your story lines?

STOP, we’re soft. 

Ficspiration strikes at any moment. On the bus ride home from work, in the shower, listening to a song, at an art gallery, reading a book, in the middle of a meeting, watching Netflix, noting a change in the weather which stirs up a scene in our minds… The creative process knows no bounds and our minds tend to wander.

Our inspiration tends to come in waves and we have at least 10+ ideas and concepts - fantasy, contemporary, boy-next-door, mafia etc.

Sometimes we might just want to write about one concept or trope, or we can envision one particular member fitting a characterised role so perfectly that we feel compelled to write about them. Other times we might just picture a particularly vivid scene in our heads we really want to write about and then we frame the whole story around that one scene.

Trust me we have a lot of ideas and plot points and characters we want to write about but it takes a while to develop the storyline and create something we’re happy with. Most of the time Mox and I end up spamming each other with ideas and it helps to pull together a good enough backbone for our stories.

We’ve come to understand we need to flesh it out or least summarise what happens in each chapter before commencing to write, otherwise that shit just gets way too hard! Then again sometimes we get SUCH a wave of ficspiration that we can’t help but dive in without any known destination or ending - which is sometimes a real pain in the butt! Hope this helps answer your question!

mila271 said to sodoyouknowbts: Ahhhh I just read First Love (Her) and I’m in love. I really hope you’ll continue this story because I’m so curious about what happens next~

Thanks love! It’s been yonks since we wrote First Love (Her) and we’re both just planning to finish off our respective current active stories, Game On! and Guardian before getting started on anything else.

- Pilot

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We’re still alive!

Hi everyone! Sorry it’s been a while, but fear not we’re working hard (okay, I’m lying we’re totally slacking off, eek) and we’ll be back soon. Promise!

- Moxie

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Idk how I found your blog, but I found your story “By Your Side” and I’m in love with it 😭 I stayed up until 2:00am to finish reading it. Thank you for writing this lovely story. I hope you have a good day 💕

Oh my gosh that is impressive that you read that in ONE SITTING! H o w?! You would have been on an emotional rollercoaster for hours and for that you have my respect and whole heart. 🤧💝💫 - P

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Jungkook x Reader - Game On! (Twenty)

Summary: Jungkook was the boy you had always had a crush on but after an event that leaves you heartbroken and humiliated, you cut him from your life. However, years later your paths cross again and now an adult, you swear to not let him get the better of you.

Genre: Romance, drama,

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Author: Moxie

Chapter 20

"Alright, now don't freak out" Eric cautions you, once you both make it outside, into the cool air and onto the terrace. You had the entire place mostly to yourselves, aside from one or two people who had decided to come out for a cigarette. The air was a mixture of nicotine and cologne but you didn't mind. Anything to get away from Jungkook's unnerving stare. 

He was different tonight, more on edge, as though there was something unsettling him. Looking as an outsider in, it almost seemed as though you being here with Eric was what was unsettling. After all, given the way he had acted...

You pull yourself back to Eric and the terrace, refusing to waste another second thinking about Jungkook. Who cares if he was acting strange? You were here for only one thing, the free food and also to keep Eric company.

“Don’t freak out about what?" You ask, a millisecond before Eric leans in, incredibly close. Startled, you begin to take a step back when Eric raises a hand and brings it up towards your face, his thumb and pointer together. As gentle as possible, Eric plucks something from your cheek and draws his hand back for you to see. Curiously, you look down at his hand and find that stuck between his thumb and pointer is a stray eyelash that must’ve fallen out. 

With a sudden wave of relief, you let out a sigh and laugh softly under your breath at yourself for jumping to conclusions. For a second, when Eric had leaned into it, you had thought he was going to kiss you and you had started to panic, but now that you know that wasn't the case, you feel like a complete tool. Of course Eric wasn't going to kiss you, moron. You think to yourself.

"Do you want to make a wish?" Eric says, still holding the eyelash up to you at eye level, completely oblivious to your train of thought.  

You hadn’t made a wish on an eyelash since you were a kid, so you smile at the nostalgia. "Why not?" You shrug your shoulders and bend your head forward.

Just as your eyes close, you hear the sound of the terrace doors opening, followed by a gust of warm air and a familiar scent, right before a hand circles around your wrist. Your eyes spring open and once again, you find yourself looking at Jungkook, who has also, once again taken a hold of your wrist.

He’s placed himself between you and Eric, with his back turned to him. "We need to talk" he states before hauling you out of there, not bothering to give Eric any kind of acknowledgement.

You have no idea what has gotten into Jungkook and a flicker of annoyance works its way into you as he continues to tug you along, wordlessly. If he thought you would just be dragged along without a fight, he was wrong!

"Stop pulling me along" you demand, tugging your hand back, to make a point. "I can't walk that fast. My legs aren't long enough".

Jungkook pays no attention to you and continues to ignore you but thankfully, you find that his pace has slowed down somewhat. You’re glad that despite his mood, he had listened to you and that you were no longer having to jog through the foyer in your heels to keep up with him, however you still have no idea where exactly Jungkook is taking you. 

He had walked straight past the ballroom so you could scratch that out. When the lobby and concierge come into view, you realise that he's taking you outside. 

Not wanting to cause a scene, you wait until you're outside before pulling your hand free and laying it onto him. "What the hell has gotten into you?" You snap furiously, feeling incredibly confused and lost. "Seriously, what is wrong with you today?"

"What's wrong with me?" Jungkook retorts sharply, turning it around on you. "I should be asking you that. You've ignored me all week and now suddenly you show up to a work function, that you shouldn’t even be at, with Eric. Since when the hell did the two of you get so close?”

“Oh my god, is that why you’re mad?” You assume, skimming over the fact that you were mildly surprised that Jungkook had noticed you had been avoiding him at all. “Are you acting this way because I came tonight? Is that really what this is about? Do you really hate me that much?”

Jungkook is taken aback by your words, but he doesn’t let it show. “That’s not it-”

You fight back a frustrated groan and refrain from strangling him. Why the hell was he so confusing? “Then what the hell is it? I swear to god Jungkook you are the most confusing person I have ever met. One minute I think you like me and the next, I don’t even know. Is it Eric? Is that it?”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at the mention of Eric, and that’s when you know you’ve hit the nail on the head “Eric isn’t a good choice for you”

There it was again. The hint of jealously. Could your friend actually be right? Did you even care? You were tired of playing this constant guessing game with Jungkook. You were tired of all the mixed signals and you were tired of dissecting everything he did. It had to stop. 

“Why do you even care?” You say, finally voicing a long unanswered question. The moment the words are out of your mouth, it feels as though a weight has been lifted from your shoulders, even though you’re not particular sure you’re ready to hear the answer. 

--

Jungkook doesn't answer. He doesn't know what to say. It's the same question he's been asking himself this entire time. Why did he care? Why did he want to want to punch Eric for touching you? Why couldn't he stop thinking about? Why were you constantly on his mind? Why?

Despite all of these questions, there's one thing, louder than all the rest. A desire. It had been at the back of his mind this entire time, nibbling at his heels whenever you were around. Now, with you standing before him, the desire is almost unbearable. Acting on pure impulse, and for once, giving in, Jungkook releases your wrist. He hooks a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you towards him. Caught by surprise, you lose your balance and fall into him, your chests colliding, knocking the air from out of you. An audible gasp rises from your lips but before it can escape, Jungkook's lips are on yours.

The moment his lips connect with yours, a spark of electricity surges through Jungkook's entire body, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He closes his eyes and wraps his other arm around your waist, pressing you closer into him.

--

Your entire body freezes and your heart stops for a second, before you feel yourself melt away and surrender to the kiss. You snake your arms around his neck and sink your fingers into his hear, something that you had wanted to do since you were a teenager. His hair is just as soft as you had imagined and you relish in the feel of it between your fingers. 

You begin to kiss him back and that's when the kiss changes. It started off gentle and almost explorative but the second your tongue touches his, it deepens and intensifies, becoming ravenous. With desperate need, Jungkook pulls your head closer and tilts his own. You both attack each other with desperate need until you’re both left panting.

--

Jungkook feels himself beginning to lose control and before he did anything to embarrass either you or himself, he pulls back, breaking the kiss. It was the best kiss he had ever had and he didn’t want to stop but the way his pants were getting uncomfortably tight, Jungkook didn’t want to reach the end game before they even made it to the end and taking you up against the wall of a five star hotel in the front of the building, wasn’t a good idea. It was tempting as hell, but horny and frustrated as he was, he still had morals. 

He hadn’t realised it until he kissed you, but he had been dreaming of this moment for months, ever since he had washed your hair. Seeing as how it was you, Jungkook didn’t want to rush things, although that was proving very difficult, especially seeing how responsive you were to him and how you tasted as sweet as honey. God, just thinking about it made his pants tighter. Resting his forehead against yours, Jungkook cups your cheeks in his hand and brings your eyes up to his.

"Does that answer your question?" He says softly, to which you slowly nod your head. Your heart is racing wildly and you feel the need to pinch yourself. It feels as though you’re in a dream.

You lift up a hand and place it over his. When you feel the warmth of his and the texture of his skin beneath yours, you know for sure this is definitely not a dream. Jungkook just kissed you. The butterflies in your stomach, which had shown up the moment Jungkook’s lips touched yours, made you feel giddy and you wanted to jump up and down and squeal in delight, pumping your fists into the air and shouting “Yes” at the top of your lungs. Thankfully, you don’t.

You pull your hand away and begin to drop it. "We should head back inside before Eric wonders where we are" you say, even though going inside is the last thing you want to do. You didn't want this moment to end and you feared that whatever spell Jungkook was under would end the moment you stepped back through those doors. 

Just like you, Jungkook didn't want to go back inside, in fact he had other plans. "Forget Eric" he strokes your cheek with his thumb, drawing small circles. An act that feels incredibly intimate despite how simple it is. "Come home with me". 

There's no mistaking the sexual lust in Jungkook's eyes and his words leave nothing to be misinterpreted. At this moment, you couldn't have been gladder to still be leaning into him because you feared that your legs would give way if they had to stand on their own.

For once, not caring about what tomorrow could bring and how this would change your relationship, you let your heart lead the way and live in the moment.

--

The car ride back to Jungkook's apartment is a blur and the only thing you can recall is Jungkook's hand on your thigh as he wove in and out of traffic. He acted as though it was a normal thing and that he had been doing it since the beginning and the crazy thing was, that’s exactly how it felt. From just one kiss, Jungkook had managed to tear down any reservations you had. All of your walls and defences were down. 

The moment you had stepped through his door and before the door had fully closed, Jungkook was all over you. His lips made a path from your collarbone to your neck and back as his hands brushed aside the slit of your dress and ran up and down your bare thighs. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, letting out a long moan, which nearly drove Jungkook over the edge.

You don't know how, but you both manage to somehow remove your shoes and manoeuvre your way from the door and into the lounge room, all whilst entangled in each other, alternating between kissing and caressing.

Jungkook walks you back until the back of your knees hit the couch. When it does, Jungkook softly pushes you down until you're flat on your back, looking up at him. 

"Dress. Off. Now" he orders you as he stands before you and his hands make fast work of unbuttoning his own shirt, his jacket, long before discarded somewhere by the entrance. The moment Jungkook's shirt is open, you curl up into a sitting position and run your hands over his chest, tracing his abs and down his sides, making him shiver. You lean forward and bring your lips to his chest with the intention to kiss it but his hands take hold if your wrist and he pushes you back down into your back.

"Later" he mutters gruffly, skimming his hands down your arms and towards the bottom of your dress "Right now, I need you naked". 

Your entire body shivers at the tone of his voice and when his hands begin to tug your dress up over you, you immediately comply and help him but lifting up your arms, not having to be told twice. With expert ease, Jungkook slips your dress over your head and tosses it behind his shoulder, joining his shirt in a pile on the ground.

Since the back of your dress made it impossible to wear a bra, you had opted to go commando and seeing the way Jungkook couldn't tear his eyes away from your breasts, you were glad that you had because you get a new sense of confidence, knowing that you had this effect over him. For years you had fantasised about Jungkook and here he was, entranced by you. Power surged through your body, making you shed your inhibitions.

Leaning forward, Jungkook captures one of your breasts into his mouth, flicking his tongue over your nipple and sending a shock wave of pleasure down your body. At the touch of his tongue, your back arches off from the couch and a soft gasp escapes from your mouth. Fuelled by gratification, you bring your nipple closer, curling your hands into his hair and tugging his mouth down. Jungkook gladly obeys, swirling his tongue around your stiff peak and your eyes close, losing yourself to the sheer bliss. 

Oh my god! This was definitely better than any of your dreams. You muse to yourself. 

Moving onto the other breast, Jungkook proves what an excellent multitasker he is, when one of his hands wanders down to the space between your thighs and delves in, finding your sweet spot, which is slick with desire. With one smooth sweep, Jungkook tugs your panties down to your ankles. With nothing in the way, he inserts a finger and your whole body alights with pleasure, quivering at the intrusion. He moves his finger in and out, massaging you before adding another digit, causing you to writhe uncontrollably beneath him.

He continues this for a while, alternating between each breast and moving his fingers. Just as the pleasure begins to build, Jungkook removes his finger and pulls away from you, much to your disappointment.

You let out a small protest but it quickly falls short when you realise Jungkook is making fast work of removing his trousers and briefs. They hit the floor and then, thankfully, Jungkook is back over you, resting his weight on his forearms. Your body clenches in anticipation as his hands reach down between the both of you and in one smooth thrust, he's inside you.

You cry out in pleasure as he fills you completely. He feels incredible and every inch of you is consumed by him and his need for you. You wrap a hand around the back of his neck and bring your lips to his, kissing him. When he begins to move, you wrap your legs around his waist and groan into his mouth. All of your emotions are heightened and it's as though you can feel everything. You close your eyes as Jungkook begins to move, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until a world of stars explode in your mind and everything is weightless. In that moment everything fades away and you don’t have a single care in the world.

It doesn't even occur to you that then that you hadn't used protection...

To Be Continued

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Jungkook x Reader - Game On! (Nineteen)

Summary: Jungkook was the boy you had always had a crush on but after an event that leaves you heartbroken and humiliated, you cut him from your life. However, years later your paths cross again and now an adult, you swear to not let him get the better of you.

Genre: Romance, drama,

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Author: Moxie

Chapter 19

"So what are you doing next weekend?"

You pause from what you are doing, which is going back over your notes from the team meeting and look up at Eric, who is lounging back in his seat at the end of the table, with his legs up and his hands behind his head looking like the perfect example of a department manager. 

"I don't have any plans yet" you shrug your shoulders "I'll probably just have a quiet night in with Netflix. Why?" You flip your notebook shut and begin to gather your things, tucking them under the crook of your arm and as you rise from your seat, Eric does the same. 

He stretches his arms out above his head, stretching the material of his deep blue dress shirt across the large expanse of his chest, which you had to admit was impressive but not nearly as impressive as Jungkook's. Dammit not again. Stop thinking about Jungkook!

"Want to come to a work function with me?" He asks you.

"Work function?" You furrow your brows in confusion. You couldn't recall any upcoming work functions other than the Christmas dinner planned at the end of the year but that was still months away.

"Well it's more like a fancy dinner. Apparently our parent company has this annual dinner where all the managers and executives get together and socialise"

"And you want me to come with you?" You ask with sudden apprehension. Eric had always been friendly with you but you always thought that was because well, you were friends but now you couldn't help but think that maybe there was another reason. It never occurred to you that maybe Eric liked you, as more than a friend.

It must've been written on your face because Eric quickly lifts up his hands "Oh no not like a date or anything. Good god no!"

Relief washes over you at his words. "You had me worried there for a second. I mean not that you aren't a great guy it's just you're -"

"Oh yeah no I get you. I mean you're nice but you're just not-"

"Not my type". You both finish with the same words and erupt in laughter at your mutual opinion.

"Well I'm glad we got that figured out" you smile up at him.

"Yeah but no seriously. This dinner is provably going to be super boring and I'd rather not suffer through it alone, but I heard there’s going to be an open bar and food. So would you please consider going with me? As friends" Eric bats his eyelashes at you and puts on his best puppy dog face, complete with a pout and everything.  He looks so ridiculous that you couldn't possibly say no. Besides, it had been a while since you had last gotten dressed up and actually put effort into your makeup, it might be nice to have a night out. Plus you could always count on having a good time with Eric, even if you wouldn't know anyone there. Everything was a clear yes, except for one small factor.

"Will Jungkook be there?" Your words manage to sound more nonchalant than you expect, which you're thankful for. It wouldn't be ideal if Eric caught wind of the fact that you were avoiding Jungkook. Knowing Eric he'd probably try to meddle and fix it, as though your feelings for Jungkook could be magically erased by the snap of his fingers. If only. If that were the case then your problem would be fixed and you wouldn't be in your current predicament. But alas, there wasn't a cure so you had to settle on suppressing your feelings and the only way you could do that is by avoiding Jungkook. 

It was so completely ridiculous that you could have laughed at the irony of it all. After your heart was broken in High School, you had sworn to have nothing to do with Jungkook and yet here you were, years later, in the exact same place. Fate was playing a cruel joke on you. However this time you weren't going to confess your feelings. In fact, you were in denial that what you felt was even real. Sure, you were attracted to Jungkook but actually having romantic feelings for him? You weren't stupid enough to expose yourself to that kind of disappointment again. Especially since you had managed to mend your relationship with Jungkook and it was stronger than ever. After all the years and drama, you finally had your friend back. You weren't going to let something like a crush jeopardise that. Not again.

Eric holds the door open for you and you step out before him, thanking him. "He doesn't really like work functions".

It wasn't a direct yes or no but it was good enough. Plus it would be nice to get to dress up and you had to admit, Eric had caught you there with his comment about free booze and food "Alright, I'll go. But if you make me fight off another woman, I'm leaving"

"Deal"

--

"Good afternoon sir"

"Afternoon, sir!"

"Good afternoon, CEO"

Jungkook walks down the corridor and nods his head in reciprocation at each person. As he turns the corner, he stops in his tracks. Coming towards him is you and Eric. You both haven't noticed him as of yet, seemingly focused on whatever conversation you're having. Jungkook watches as Eric shows you something on his phone and you break out in a large smile which lights up your entire face. The sound of your laughter drifts down the corridor, reaching him and unease settles over him. Driven by some unknown force, Jungkook quickly dips into a nearby office before he is spotted. 

His mind recalls Eric's confession from a few nights ago. "So you don't mind if I ask her out?"

Jungkook wasn't all that surprised by Eric's confession but for the first time it occurs to him that there's a possibility his feelings weren't one sided. Thinking about it now, he knew that the two of you would often go out to lunch together and whenever he saw the two of you, you seemed really relaxed around him. There was also the time he had seen Eric giving you a piggyback after work. The possibility bothers him too much for him to be able to ignore it. --

"So who is Eric and why are you going to this dinner with him?" 

Turning to your friend, who has made herself comfortable in your bed, tucked comfortably under your blanket, eating sporadically from a packet of chips, you step away from your floor length mirror attached to the back of your closet and unzip your dress. 

"It's not a dinner, it's a work function and Eric is my friend. We went to the same high school". You tug down the spaghetti straps of the black dress you had been trying on and let the material drop to the floor in a heap. It's no good. The function is tomorrow and you still haven't been able to find anything to wear. In a moment of panic you had called your friend over for help but so far she hadn't proven very helpful except to help you eat your way through your snack drawer.  

"Is he cute?" Your friend asks as you step out of the dress and pick it up.

"Bunnies are cute. Eric is...he's more good looking" You reach for the hanger and place the dress back on it, making sure the straps wouldn't slip off before placing it back into your closet. 

"Model good looking or frat boy good looking?" Your friend clarifies in a dead-serious tone.

"Boy next door good looking" you pick out a black, long sleeved wrap-dress. "What about this one? This one makes me look really slim"

Your friend examines it briefly, running her eyes up and down before shaking her head "Too simple” she comments as a matter-of-fact. “Maybe if this was at a restaurant.. Wait where is it again?"

"At some fancy hotel. Eric told me the name but I can't remember it" You return back to your closet and search through the remainder of your clothes. A few months ago you had cleaned out your wardrobe and since you rarely attended any cocktail or fancy parties, the majority of your clothes were too casual or too corporate. Why do I have so many white blouses?

"So, who's cuter? This guy Eric or Jungkook?"

Jungkook. Definitely Jungkook. "Neither" you reply back, ending the conversation. "Now can we please go back to helping me find a dress for tomorrow night?"

Unfortunately for you though, your friend isn't quite satisfied with your response. Like a blood hound on the chase, she proceeds to talk about your work. "Speaking of Jungkook, how is the big boss these days?"

Jungkook is the last thing you want to discuss right now, especially with your friend. You mentally sigh, regretting the day you ever told her about Jungkook "He's fine".

"I think he likes you" 

You laugh at your friend’s comment, finding it completely absurd. "He doesn't like me" you advise your friend. Although, if you were completely honest with yourself, which you weren’t, you would say that the thought had crossed your mind once before, but you had quickly brushed it aside.  "He thinks of me like a little sister" you quote Eric's words, tasting the bitterness on your tongue as those words rolled off of it.

Your friend shrugs her shoulders and moves into a seated position, crossing her legs. "There's only one way to know for sure" she states.

"And what's that?" You ask, for conversations sake.

A wicked smile spreads across your friend’s face and you recognise that smile immediately. It was the same smile that had gotten the both of you in trouble on more than one occasion in the past and it always meant trouble.

Call it a trick of the light or your imagination but there’s a twinkle in her eyes as she opens her mouth and delivers her verdict. “Make him jealous”.

-

Make Jungkook jealous? 

You scoff at the idea.

Contrary to what your friend suggested, you were not going to make Jungkook jealous. First of all, it would be impossible because in order for Jungkook to get jealous, he would need to have feelings for you. Romantic feelings. And alas, he didn’t. So there was that obstacle. Okay, so the thought had crossed your mind for a minuscule of a second that there might be something more between the two of you when he had washed your hair. Not to mention the undeniable connection you had felt from that other night, what with the way he had stared at you with such intensity and hunger, but it was pure insanity. It couldn’t be true. There was no way. You were just reading into things and projecting your own feelings onto him, that’s all it was. Besides, Jungkook only thought of you as a sister. So, there was absolutely no point in trying to make him jealous. 

You had been reiterating this notion in your head when Eric had picked you up from your house, looking as handsome as ever in a deep navy suit. 

After going through all of the dresses you owned, you had decided that none of them would be an appropriate choice for the dinner, so you had rushed down to the shops. After running from store to store in a manic rush, you finally found the dress of your dreams.

It cost an arm and a leg but seeing Eric in his dashing suit and looking as though he had come straight from a photo shoot, you were glad you had splurged on it. The dress itself was simple, falling mid-calf, with thin spaghetti straps and a plunging back that made it impossible to wear a bra. Despite its simple style, it was the fit that made you fall in love. The deep -burgundy- red dress clung to your body and hugged your curves in the most flattering way possible, emphasising your waist and brushing past your stomach. Along with this, the dress also had a daring slit along one of the sides, giving just a peak of your leg whenever you moved. It was gorgeous and you loved how sexy it made you feel. 

At first you were a bit self conscious and unsure of yourself, seeing as how it was your first time wearing something so daring but seeing all the many appreciative and admiring glances from some of the people as Eric lead you through the hotel lobby and towards the ballroom, you began to grow confident.

The hotel itself, was lavish. Everything was sparkling and clean and looked brand new, as though it had just opened the night before. The doormen and staff were impeccably dressed and the interior furnishing was tasteful, yet minimalist. You could see why Jungkook’s grandfather had chosen this particular hotel to host the function. It was beautiful. The ballroom was even more spectacular, decorated to resemble one of the lavish and opulent parties from the Great Gatsby, complete with champagne flute towers and flamingo dancers. To top it off, a live band played on a makeshift stage on one side of the ballroom and on the other was the most ambitious spread of food you had ever seen, along with a bar.

Walking into the ballroom and looking around at all the people, you understood why Eric had asked you to come along. Everyone seemed so...intimidating and they all put off an aura of confidence and prestige. Then again, it was understandable seeing as how these were all the executives, managers and board members of one of the country's largest conglomerates. 

"I can see why you didn't want to go alone" you whisper to Eric, who laughs softly in response and nods his head.

"Yeah, plus since you're with me, I won't have to spend the entire night fighting anyone off"

You roll your eyes, finding yourself not surprised and by now, used to his huge ego. "Wow, are you ever humble?" You ask, sarcastically "I'm sure the women aren't here just for you".

Eric raises an eyebrow and looks down at you with a smug expression. "Who said it was just the women?"

Your face breaks out into a smile and you shake your head in defeat. When it comes to nonsense, you would never win against Eric. You decide to change the subject, feeling a familiar urge creep up on you. Before Eric had picked you up, you had downed an entire bottle of water and it looks like you were finally starting to feel it. 

It had started in the car ride, feeling like a light tap on your shoulder, rather easy to ignore if you put your mind to it but now the tapping had become much more like an incessant poking. You figure you should go to the bathroom and take care of the problem before something embarrassing happened. 

You turn back to face Eric, who was starting to lead you towards the assortment of food, a hungry look in his eye as he focused on a plate of chocolate coated strawberries. 

"I have to go use the restroom. I'll meet you back here" you tell him and he nods his head distractedly, clearly too focused on the strawberries. You wonder if he had even heard you at all but decide it’s not worth the trouble.

You turn to leave and make your way back towards the foyer. You had spotted a ladies restroom sign on the way in and so you knew exactly where to go. You walk as quickly as possible in your heels, careful not to trip on the impeccably clean and almost glistening white tiled floors. The washroom is right in your line of sight and barely a metre away but before you can reach the door a hand curls around the width of your right forearm and stops you abruptly in your tracks, causing you to almost jump out of your skin.

Thinking that it might be Eric, you turn around and begin to ask him what’s wrong when the words die in your throat. You get the second shock of the night when you realise it’s Jungkook before you and not Eric. His expression is intense and his mouth is set in a firm line. Clearly he’s not as pleased to find you here, which only makes you more nervous and antsy.

Not being able to stare at him in the eyes, you drop your eyes and out of habit, run your eyes down the length of his suit, noting pleasantly the way his suit jacket emphasised his athletic physique. Yep, Jungkook was definitely hotter. No doubt.

All of your resolve from the past couple of days wavers and whatever barricade you had put up in order to suppress your emotions come crashing soundlessly down. 

Your heart speeds up when you see Jungkook reciprocate your movement and skim his own eyes down your body and over your dress. The lazy touch of his eyes make you lose whatever confidence you had gained before and when his eyes linger over your legs, right at the slit, you mentally curse yourself and resist the urge to pull the material over to cover your leg. Why the hell did you have to wear a dress with thigh slits and no back? You reprimand yourself. Everywhere his eyes go, you feel a zap of heat and electricity, which makes it almost impossible to think straight and focus but by some miracle, you do. 

What the hell was Jungkook doing here?

--

Jungkook hated work functions. Especially ones that he couldn't avoid and ones where he knew he was going to be the centre of attention. Jungkook had been reluctant against the idea of this dinner for the entire week, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to avoid both his mother and his grandfather, who had somehow managed to spot him and tried to corner him the moment he had arrived but luckily for him, he was nabbed by one of the board members who had recently taken up meditating and was on a personal mission to tell anyone and everyone who listened about the healing properties of a good meditation. Jungkook couldn't care less about the topic but he gladly listened to avoid dealing with his grandfather.

He was still dodging his grandfather's calls. His mother, he had eventually given in to thanks to his father's constant nagging and also because deep down he had a soft spot for her since she was after all the woman who gave birth to him. 

He had been pretending to listen to the board member when it happened. From the corner of his eye he had caught a glimpse of something red. Intrigued, Jungkook had turned his head slightly, enough so that his attention was still on the board member but also enough so that he could get another glimpse at whatever had captured his attention. Not it was hard to spot the woman in the deep red dress. His eyes moved up the length of her body, admiring the shape of her behind and the slight curve of her exposed back. 

It was a daring dress and he didn't have to look around to see if anyone else had noticed. He was pretty sure all eyes were on her. Jungkook's eyes drifted up her back, to her neck before stopping at her hair, which had been left down and was softly curled, as though someone had twirled each strand around their finger before letting it fall loose.

Oddly, at the sight of the woman’s hair, Jungkook found his thoughts drifting to someone else. Before he knew it, he was thinking of you and how he had never seen your hair any other way but tied up. Even after a shower and whilst your hair was still, you would braid it. You hated having your hair in your face, was what you had told him. Thinking back now, the only time Jungkook had seen you with your hair down was when he had washed it for you in his sink. The thought triggers a memory and Jungkook finds himself recalling the way your hair had smelt and felt in his hands. 

Reminding himself that he was at a function and not at home, Jungkook forcibly pulls his thoughts back to the woman in the deep-red dress. You would never wear something as revealing as that, even if it was just the back. Jungkook knew that you preferred to live in pyjamas and if you had the choice, you would go to work in your sweatshirt and pants. You had the same type of set but in seven different colours, one for each day of the week as he had found out whilst you had been living together.

The woman in red turns to her companion beside her and it’s at that moment that Jungkook realises there was something with her. He had been so distracted by her that he hadn’t even noticed her companion. Curiously, and still, from the corner of his eye, Jungook looks over to her companion, who he immediately recognises.

Jungkook is surprised to see that Eric had decided to bring a date tonight, and now he finds himself even more curious as to who the mystery woman in red could be. To his knowledge, Eric wasn't currently seeing anyone but knowing Eric, Jungkook didn't put it past him to have women at his call.

Jungkook makes a note to ask Eric later on who his mystery woman is when they both turn and the woman's back is no longer towards him. Jungkook sucks in a sharp intake of breath when the woman's profile comes into view and he finds himself staring at a familiar face. 

What the hell were you doing here? And why the hell were you with Eric? 

Immediately his stomach drops and Jungkook could no longer hear what the board member was saying. All he could hear was the deafening sound of his heart. He watched as Eric leaned down towards you and whispered something in your head causing you to throw your head back and laugh. A heavy feeling settled into the pit of Jungkook's stomach seeing the two of you together and it doesn’t take long for it to click in his head. When it does, Jungkook couldn't believe it. 

He was jealous. That’s what the feeling was. It was the exact same feeling he had when he had seen the two of you in the office before.

 He was jealous and of his best friend nonetheless! It was completely ridiculous. Jungkook didn't get jealous. He never had...at least until now. Now he wanted to tackle his best friend to the floor and get him as far away from you as possible. To make matters worse, Eric then places a hand on your lower back, his fingers just centimetres away from your bare skin. A muscle in Jungkook's jaw ticks and he fights the urge to stroll up to his best friend and remove his hand. This goddamn son of a bitch. He was acting like they were a couple.

Thankfully, before things could get worse, you tilt your face up and say something to Eric and gesture to the entrance before leaving, giving Jungkook just the opportunity he needed.  

Not wanting to miss you, Jungkook hastily follows in pursuit. "Excuse me" He mutters absentmindedly as he pulled himself away, his eyes on you the entire time, too focused to notice that Eric had been watching him with a self-satisfied and knowing smirk.  

--

"Jungkook? What are you doing here?" You ask, not bothering to hide the bewilderment and shock in your voice. "I thought you don't go to work events?".

"So, is that why you came with Eric?" His question captures you off guard. Not because of his words but because of the sharp bite in his tone of voice and his cold delivery. You fear you're going crazy because it almost sounds like Jungkook is jealous. 

"What do you mean?" You reply naively"Eric asked me to come with him"

Jungkook rolls his eyes "And so you agreed? Just like that?" For the damnest reason Jungkook finds himself incredibly angry at you and the words just roll out. 

You shift your weight onto your other foot, consciously aware that Jungkook's hand had drifted down from your forearm where it had been initially and now rested on your wrist making your hand seem small. You try not to think about how nice his hand feels against your skin and instead concentrate on what the hell is transpiring. 

"Of course, I agreed. Why wouldn't I? Eric's my friend"

"Is that all he is?"

There it is again, the note of jealousy in his voice. But is that what it really is? Or is your imagination and infatuation with Jungkook clouding your thoughts.  You open your mouth to reply but someone interrupts you.

You both turn to face Areum, who as always, looks impeccable in a floor length velvet dress, the colour of the deepest blues. It hugged her figure perfectly and accentuated her long legs and petite frame. Areum skims over you, as per usual and addresses Jungkook completely "Oppa, they want to see us"

At this, Jungkook finally releases your wrist and with an exasperated sigh he nods his head. Jungkook didn’t want to leave but he had no choice. His mother and grandfather were waiting.  "Don't leave" he looks back to you. His order loud and clear and promising consequences if you went against them "We'll finish this conversation later".

Jungkook leaves before you can respond and you mentally scoff at his retreating back. Seriously, what the hell? You think to yourself. You couldn't believe his nerve, drilling you for coming with Eric when he obviously came with Areum. What right did he have?

You refuse to let Jungkook get to you and focus on what really mattered, the free food and alcohol. After quickly going into the washroom and reliving yourself, you quickly wash up and head back into the ball room to find Eric, praying that he doesn't ask what held you up.

Luckily, Eric is a gentleman and doesn't mention your lengthy trip to the washroom. Although he does comment on your sudden change in mood.

"What's wrong?" He asks as you slip up beside him, ready to devour as much finger-food as this dress would accommodate. "Drama in the ladies’ washroom?"

"Ha, I wish" You pick up a profiterole and pop it into your mouth, chewing aggressively on it and releasing some of your annoyance. "I bumped into Jungkook on my way in"

"Jungkook's here?" Eric pretends to be surprised and to his credit, he's totally convincing.

"Yeah and can you believe he had the nerve to ask what I'm doing here? With you?" 

Eric raises an eyebrow and plays the role of the perplexed friend perfectly, all the whilst hiding a triumphant smile. So Jungkook was jealous, that's a first. Eric fist pumps the air in his head. Jungkook was acting exactly as he predicted and things were going exactly as he had planned. Eric had known Jungkook would be attending all along and he had purposefully lied to you, knowing full well that you wouldn't have come otherwise. 

"Can you believe that?" You say in between bites. "I mean, I know he sees me as a little sister but does he really have to treat me like I'm twelve?"

"Trust me, that's the last thing Jungkook sees you as" Eric holds back his laughter. How on Earth did you not see it? He thinks to himself. 

"No, trust me. He does. Otherwise why else is he always telling me off like I'm a child?"

It's on the tip of Eric's tongue to tell you the truth but he doesn't, wanting to leave that up to Jungkook. After all, he couldn't do all the work for him, plus this was too fun. Rather than tell you the truth about Jungkook's feelings, Eric opts to tell you another truth. "You know, I'm not sure if you know this but back in high school, with your letter? It was Jungkook that stopped him from reading the letter, not the teacher. In fact, he never got to read the entire thing".

Your hand pauses mid motion, hovering above the tray of chocolate coated strawberries. Was that true? Slowly, you draw back your hand and look up to Eric, the sincere expression on his face giving you an answer to your question. 

"But why didn't he ever tell me?" 

Eric shrugs his shoulders, unfortunately not having the answer you wanted. "I don't know. But what I do know is that Jungkook has always had a soft spot for you".

Eric's words put your head into a spin. It felt as though you had found a missing piece of the puzzle but instead of solving the riddle, it only brought up more questions. You were even more confused than before.

"I don't get it" you mutter more to yourself than to Eric.

"Trust me, you'll get it soon enough. And speak of the devil..."

You lift your head up and follow Eric's line of sight, finding yourself looking straight into Jungkook's eyes. A wicked chill runs down your spine but not because you're cold. He was standing a few paces away, surrounded by a small group of people, who seemed to be in a discussion about something but his eyes were on you. For some odd reason, you get the feeling that he had been looking at you for a while. The promise to continue your previous conversation still in his eyes. 

The air in the room grows thicker and you quickly look away. Eric watches your exchange and a devilish thought pops into his head. Jungkook was circling the bait but he wasn't biting...at least not yet. He needed one final push and Eric knew just the thing to push him over the edge.

Placing a hand on your lower back, precisely where Jungkook can see it, just as he did before, Eric tilts his head down towards you and purposely leans in close "Hey, do you want to go outside and get some fresh air?"

YES! 

You want to scream out the word but hold it in. Instead you settle on a nod of your head. "Fresh air sounds like a great idea" and it did. It would give you time to cool down and get your feelings back in line. 

"Great, let's go" Eric smiles, offering you his arm, which you gladly take, seeing as your legs suddenly feel like jelly beneath you. You gratefully follow as Eric leads the way, swerving through the crowd and taking you both towards the terrace. 

--

That goddamn sly fox

Jungkook clenches his jaw as Eric leads you out of the ballroom. Eric was as smooth as a snake and Jungkook knew that it was only a matter of time before you were in bed with him. That is, if you weren't already...

To Be Continued

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Welcome! Happy you’ve stumbled along and thank you for your encouragement, I’m feeling all kinds of warm. I was a little apprehensive as to the length and description of Guardian, particularly since it is much less wordy than the usual narratives I write but it’s good to know it’s hit a sweet enough spot. Hoping you enjoy the other stories as much as you have enjoyed this one! I’ll continue to share my words with you all for as long as I have ideas and the passion to write (which at this current point in time means after I complete five other fics on my ideas queue!). Have a lovely week. - Pilot

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Yoongi x Reader - Guardian (Fourteen)

Part of the ‘Souls’ Series. 

Summary: Min Yoongi is a cynical guardian angel assigned to look after you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft Hoseok)

Genre: Romance, fantasy, soul mates

Author: Pilot

Chapter Fourteen

“Are you okay?” Yoongi breathes into your hair.

You nod, not wanting to move from his arms.

“What were you thinking?” He says, his eyes aimlessly staring at the wall in his lounge room. The moonlight is steaming in through the window.

You bring your arms up around him. You didn’t want to let go and you didn't want him to either.

“Just what exactly were you doing?” he asks. His voice is softer, but it sounds tired. His hand is still stroking your hair.

“I was just working. Getting evidence.” you let out a sigh. Would there be any way he’d let you off easily? You brace yourself for a stern look and a lecture.

“But what about you. What happened back there? I couldn't get through to you.”

Hoseok hears the two of you talking and enters the lounge.

Reluctantly, Yoongi lets go of you and takes a step back. Hoseok doesn’t say anything and instead walks over to you and gives you a tight hug. “You ok?” he asks. “He was so worried,” he tilts his head in Yoongi’s direction.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks Hoseok.”

“Are you?” He’s not convinced.

Yoongi looks at your complexion, you’re pale - a little shaken up. All he wants to do is get you out of that dress and into some warm clothes.

“We should probably ask Yoongi that.”

“I’m fine.” Yoongi replies gruffly. He knows you’re referring to the scene that had unfolded.

“He was illuminated. Like he was on fire.” You turn to face Yoongi, who is looking down at his feet. “You were so angry and -”

“Yeah well anyone would have been angry.” he interrupts. 

Hoseok raises his eye brow and quickly wipes the small smile that had started to emerge from his face.

“What do you mean he was illuminated?”

“He just was. I’ve never seen him so angry.”

Yoongi sighs, the two of you were talking about him like he wasn’t there.

“I’ve not seen him illuminated,” Hoseok says, frowning. “How else did he look, how did he act?”

“He had lifted the man up by his neck, holding him. I thought he was going to kill him.”

Yoongi thought back to it. He had absolutely no idea of your location. He was sitting at your dining room table, thinking over all the possible places you could be when suddenly he felt a strong pull. Almost as if something had been squeezing his heart. Then he had heard it, your voice calling out to him. In a flash he found himself standing in a quiet street by the road side, next to a car that was stopped at the green light, its headlights still on and the doors open.

A pair of heels had been scattered on the floor and it took him less than two seconds to figure out the man standing by the car was trouble. And then he saw it, the potential and ... he was furious. The glass had shattered in the car and startled the man and Yoongi had taken five distinct steps toward him, had taken one glance at you cowered on the back seat of the car, and slammed the man up against the car, anger radiating from every muscle in his body.

“Enough,” he says. “You need to rest.” 

Hoseok can’t shift the frown from his face. If Yoongi had gone overboard, pushed to the limits - heck, any Guardian can’t come back from that. There was a strong correlation between abusing power and going over the point of no return. As a rule Guardians weren’t allowed to harm humans - clients or otherwise.

“Yeah, you should take her home, Yoongi.” Hoseok says, turning toward him, serious again.

Yoongi nods and walks over to you. He takes your hand in his and closes his eyes to transport you home. Except nothing happens. A breeze moves through the house and that’s it.

He tries again. Nothing.

“Let me try again,” Yoongi suggests. He tries to transport himself to your house and again is unable to.

“Looks like you expelled a lot of energy.” Hoseok says, a concerned look on his face.

“Hoseok, maybe you could?” you ask him, sensing Yoongi is exhausted.

“I can’t, Y/N. It doesn’t work like that. Only Guardians can protect and look after assignments.”

“Oh,” you falter. It looked like you’d have to stay here tonight. “I mean, I could take a taxi back or -”

“No. You’re staying here tonight. You can sleep in my room.” Yoongi says a matter of fact. You blush at the thought.

“I’ll go to your place, I’ll bring you back some things - a fresh set of clothes yeah?”

You give Hoseok a small smile and thank him. He disappears in a flash.

“How’s your ankle?” Yoongi asks. His eyes are concerned and he’s closed the distance between the two of you again.

“Sore,” you say truthfully.

“Come on,” Yoongi says. “We’ll go to my room. I can’t leave you like this.”

And with that Yoongi bends himself at the knees and picks you up, carrying you down the hall and to his room. He barely stands at the door for a moment before it opens automatically. The lights flicker on and you stay there, your arms wrapped around his neck for security. He gently places you on his bed and moves his hands out from under your body.

You sit there, a little surprised at the action. This was the first time you’d actually entered his room. It’s beautiful, simplistic. Yoongi had obviously lucked out with the choice of rooms in the apartment. Grey curtains hang from the windows, large panes of glass which make way for a view of the city. At the moment, the sun is slowly rising and the sky is a powdered blue hue.

The king sized bed which you’re sitting on, with its white and charcoal bedding, sits against a textured grey wall. The throw on the floor is slightly upturned at the corners and ontop of it sits a small square lounge seat, where you presume he reads - judging by the sharp glass coffee table next to it in one corner of the room. 

Yoongi walks over to a pair of sleek back doors that hide a cupboard full of clothes. He pulls open the doors and contemplates what clothes to give you. He settles on some soft pyjama shorts and a sweater. Yoongi walks over to the bed, as you try to push your body up right against the soft bed rest.

“Here, put these on.” he hands you the clothes and you take them from him. 

He nods and closes the door behind him as he exits the room. The door makes a little beep and you take a breath, adjusting yourself to pull off the dress. 

Yoongi stands at the door, waiting for a few moments. He can hear you shuffling around, and a slight thud which causes him to think you need help but he thinks better of it. It goes quiet and Yoongi wonders if you’re okay. He knocks on the door, seeking permission to enter again. You call out to him and he enters.

You place the pendant on the side table and you’ve strewn the green dress across the back of the lounge chair.

Yoongi tries not to get too distracted by the fact that you’re sitting upright on his bed, cross legged, wearing his clothes, looking a little worse for wear. He stands at the edge of the bed, next to you.

He bends forward, looking at your cheek. The first thing he does is brush his thumb across it, closing his eyes. The skin heals and no scar is left. He gazes at you intently, a funny look in his eyes.

“Lay down.”

“What?!”

“Lay down, I want to heal your ankle.”

Your heart races but nevertheless you do as you’re told, spreading your legs out straight onto the soft bedding.

Yoongi sits down near your feet, which he lifts up onto his lap as he moves himself underneath them. Slowly, he holds out his hand above your slightly swollen left ankle and begins to focus.

He stares with intent at your ankle, focusing on healing it. His palm is extended and you can feel a warm heat radiating from him.

“What were you doing tonight?” he asks.

“I was just working, like I said.”

“How did you get there?”

“Sasha came to my house and Sang Wook dropped me off and -”

“Sang Wook?” Jealousy prickles at Yoongi’s throat. “What do you mean, Sang Wook?”

“I just - I mean. He’s been helping me a lot lately and -”

“And did he help you tonight? Where was he tonight?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know.”

“I don’t think you should count on him anymore. Besides. You’re mine, not his.”

“Yours?” you question and Yoongi quickly looks away, instead focusing again on your ankle, his hand poised perfectly above it.

“My assignment is what I meant.”

A silence falls between the two of you.

Yoongi’s mind moves onto something else. He didn’t want to argue about Sang Wook, not again. It never went down well the other time he had brought it up.

He wonders if you’re hungry. He should make you something to eat, something to soothe you. He knew how it was, when you’d stay up a little later than your usual bed time, you’d grow peckish and hungry. You’d often eat through packets of his noodles and instant pasta.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“What would you like to eat?”

You think about it for a moment.

“Toast, toast is okay. Butter and honey.”

“Alright.”

He extends his hand, running it across your body without touching you, healing your cuts and gashes. A few beads of sweat form on his forehead and he brings his arm up to wipe it. He takes another breath and re-focuses his energy, finishing his task. Your body feels light and tingly and he wonders if he’s imagining the fact that you’ve got a slight glow to you.

Yoongi gets up and heads to the kitchen.

You’re feeling better and so you get up, testing out your ankle. It feels fine. No longer sprained. You rise off the bed and out of his bedroom. He notes as you walk over to the toaster and take a seat on the other side of the kitchen counter, watching the toast expectantly.

Yoongi is standing in front of his kitchen pantry, wondering just where the hell the honey is. All of a sudden, he feels a strong pain course through his body and he clutches at his chest, wincing in pain. Yoongi staggers ever so slightly and grips onto the pantry door to steady himself.

He glances at you. You hadn’t noticed it and he breathes a sigh of relief. He brings a slightly shaking hand up to his forehead. It’s hot. Was he coming down with a fever? He hadn’t had one for so many years, not since becoming a Guardian. Maybe Hoseok was right, he’d used up most of his energy reserves tonight. 

A few quiet bites of toast later and you take it upon yourself to wash the dishes. By now the sun is rising and you’re feeling more tired than ever. It had been a long day.

You go to wash the dishes and Yoongi clicks his tongue at you. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Helping with the dishes.”

“Go back to bed. You need to rest -” He grips you by the shoulders and gently spins you around. He pushes you back into the direction of his bedroom, his hands on your back. Then it happens again, another sharp pain and he winces, breathing in deeply.

“What was that?”

“What? Nothing, come on. Go. Hoseok should be back soon with your things.”

“Really, I’m fine and -”

Yoongi is tired and in pain and irritated. 

“Please,” he says softly. You allow yourself to be led back to his bedroom.

He sits you down on the bed. Feeling weak, he lays himself down on his bed too. A little awkward, you nervously tuck your legs up underneath you and rest yourself against the bedrest.

“Are you okay?” you ask him, looking over at him.

His breathing is shallow and his eyes are closed. Every now and then, he winces in pain. You edge closer to him, his colour is drained. You place hand against his forehead, he feels incredibly hot.

“Yoongi?” you ask, moving closer to him. He doesn’t respond. 

“Are you okay?” you ask again. Had he fallen asleep?

He doesn’t open his eyes. Instead he opens his mouth.

“Why are you so determined to do things on your own?” he murmurs.

You’re a little taken aback by the question. He’s right, if you had just asked him for help - if you hadn’t been too proud, you probably wouldn’t have gotten yourself hurt and you wouldn’t have had to rely on him like this and he probably wouldn’t be this way.

“The other day, when I said you should stay out of trouble.” he rasps a little and takes a moment before continuing, “I wasn’t saying it because you’re a nuisance. I know how much you care about these things. I know you just want to do good. I just don’t want you getting hurt in the process.”

You sigh and lay down on the bed next to him, staring at the ceiling.

“Be tender, be kind to yourself,” he says quietly. “You need to take care of yourself before you can take care of other people. Otherwise, you won’t be your best and you won’t be able to do your best for those you care about.”

He opens his eyes and tilts his head to face you. You turn yours to look at him. His hair is a mess, somewhat plastered on his forehead. His eyes look tired but he’s looking at you with such earnest that your heart twinges.

“You don’t have to do it all on your own. It’s okay to inconvenience others, to say you can’t do it all. It’s okay to ask for help from your friends, from the people who love you.”

Something in his voice and his words causes you to breakdown suddenly. You begin to sob, big shaky breaths in between fat tears that roll down your face and land onto the soft pillow your head is resting on.

Sighing, Yoongi uses what little strength he has left to pull you towards him. He slides an arm underneath your neck and pulls you into his body. You lay there, sobbing into his body, breathing in his scent. 

“Especially me.” he mumbles into your hair.

//

The next morning, you awake in Yoongi’s arms. His fever is much worse and he’s laying in a pool of sweat. He looks weak, his skin is hot but he’s shivering.

“Yoongi?” you ask, trying to shake him awake. 

“Mm?” he responds, his eyes shut.

“You’re burning up.”

“I’m fine. It’s fine. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod. You glance at the door that is still shut.

You quickly sit up and get out of bed, opening the door. If you closed it behind you would you be able to enter it again? You peer your head out of the door, a box of your things are sitting outside next to it. Hoseok had collected these for you early in the morning and left them there when he hadn’t heard a response from either you or Yoongi.

“Hoseok?” you call out down the hall way.

No response.

You try again. 

“Yep, yep! Coming!” Hoseok chortles, skidding down the hall from the kitchen. “How are you today? You’re looking better.”

“I’m fine, but Yoongi - he’s got a bad fever.”

“Fever?” Hoseok replies, astonished. “What do you mean, a fever? Guardians rarely get sick.”

“I’m pretty sure it is.” You make room and Hoseok pushes past you.

He pulls back the curtains in Yoongi’s room and Yoongi winces as the newfound light.

He places the back of his palm on Yoongi’s forehead and almost hisses as he retracts it. “He is sick!” He begins to panic, floundering around. “I’ve not had to deal with a sick angel before - what should we - do you think medicine will - should I call Hye Ra?” Hoseok asks you, wide eyed.

You’re not sure what to respond to and as you go to comment, Yoongi’s hand shoots out to grab at Hoseok’s collar. He pulls him down to him and Hoseok brings his ear to Yoongi’s lips.

“Shut up and let me rest.”

Yoongi drops his hand from Hoseok’s shirt and Hoseok huffs.

“Well I guess he’s not as sick as we think. He’s still rude.”

Hoseok gets up off the floor where he had been kneeling and pulls you outside of the door with him.

“I’ll go to work and ask for one of the health assistants to have a look at him. You look after him today, okay? I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

//

He can smell onions and garlic and some sort of cream sauce coming from the kitchen. He’s feeling hungry and thirsty. You had left the bed hours ago, obviously cleaning up the kitchen and preparing lunch.

Yoongi had spent that time reflecting in bed. It was a curse and a blessing - he’d had time to re-arrange his thoughts, think through the events of the past few days, but he’d also realised a few things.

Feelings. He had them.

He’d realised just how protective of you he was that he was almost driven to kill for you. He’d realised he had missed you all of that time. That when you had kissed him that night he had wished you’d kissed him again and that the circumstances had been better so that he could return it.

He felts so strongly about you, probably too strongly for his liking. Hoseok was right. It was going to be a matter of time until he began to have feelings for you and now he was the one in deep. Yoongi sighs, heaving himself out of bed.

He promises himself not to act on his feelings. Not to disrupt the status quo.

Yoongi goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water. His legs are weak, hell his whole body is weak and he can’t believe how it got to this. This is definitely a first.

You’re in the kitchen making scrambled eggs for him for lunch.

“What do you want? I’ll get it for you, you should be in bed?” you ask him.

“No it’s fine. I think I can get myself a glass of water.” he says with a slight chuckle. Yoongi goes to open the cupboard door when all of a sudden all of the cupboard doors in the kitchen swing open and plates and glasses go flying, exploding in mid-air. 

Yoongi launches himself at you, engulfing you with his body to shield you from the impact as plates and crockery begin to smash and explode around you.

Hoseok walks in just as it happens and the plates and cups drop to the floor around you both.

“What. Was. That?!” Hoseok questions, racing in. He waves his hand and the plates re-assemble and fly back into the shelves.

Yoongi’s knees buckle and you let out a yelp as you go to steady him. Hoseok rushes to Yoongi, helping to distribute his weight with you, and leads him back to his room.

//

You wring the flannel in the fresh bucket of cool water and place it over his forehead. He looks calmer and the colour has begun to make its way back to his cheeks.

You get up to go, when his hand reaches out to grasp your wrist.

“No, stay. I’d feel better knowing you’re here next to me.”

Uncertain what to say to that, you agree. You place the bucket on the side table and slowly get into the other side of the bed. You stay there, propped up on your elbow, every now and then adjusting the flannel on his head. It’s not long before sleep overtakes you.

//

You’re standing in front of Sang Wook, who is gazing at you with a mild look of interest and pleasure.

Instead of answering you, he shrugs. You take in your surroundings. It’s dark, a dimly lit square room with a single tall table situated between the two of you.

At this point you realise that your hand is grasping something. It’s a tall wine glass, sitting on top of the table that separates you both. Sang Wook’s grasp is firmly on the glass in front of him.

“Drink up,” he says, motioning you to the glass full of what appears to be red wine. His words echo around the room and you find yourself lifting the glass to your lips, although it’s the last thing you want to do. You want to ask him where he was, what happened, why he never came when you called. 

Then you realise it’s a dream and your body is reluctant to do anything except take commands from the angel in front of you.

Sang Wook does the same, watching you with intensity as you both take a sip from the glass. 

The liquid is warm, heavy and fruity. You finish the rest and place the wine glass firmly back down on the table. Your body begins to feel hot - the sensation beginning in your chest and spreading outwards.

Your heart is beating fast and all you can do is stand there.

You think you can hear Yoongi calling out to you.

//

Yoongi turns over to look at you. You’re curled up into a ball, shivering and shaking. He can see your jaw is tight, you’re gritting your teeth. He brings a hand slowly up to your shoulder to try to wake you from the bad dream you’re having.

He calls out your name and adjusts his position on the bed, settling himself upright to wake you.

With urgency, he calls out to you again, both hands on your shoulders now.

He gets through, his voice pulling you back to reality. Your eyes open wide and you take a shocked breath inward. He’s there, a serious expression on his face. Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief as you wake up and you sit up, your arms immediately wrapping themselves around his body, shaken.

“You’re okay, it was a bad dream. I’m here.” he says, hushing you, as he strokes your hair and uses whatever energy he had just regained to calm you.

To be continued

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Yoongi x Reader - Guardian (Thirteen)

Part of the ‘Souls’ Series. 

Summary: Min Yoongi is a cynical guardian angel assigned to look after you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft Hoseok)

Genre: Romance, fantasy, soul mates

Author: Pilot

Chapter Thirteen

You didn’t really expect to find yourself spending your Friday night, arm deep in a large packet of original potato chips, in the passenger seat of an expensive BMW on a stake-out with Sang Wook. Of all people. The one person Yoongi told you to stay away from.

You push the thought aside and try to remain focused on the black door to an underground club a few metres in front of you. You take a bite of a chip. Besides, who was Yoongi to tell you what you could and couldn't do? He’d hurt your feelings. It wasn’t as if over the past few weeks, he had even made a conscious effort to a) see you or b) apologise.

It was a good coincidence, you suppose - that you had bumped into Sang Wook on the way to your office one morning. He’d suggested the two of you catch up for coffee and you had somehow found yourself spilling to him all of the details of the case you had been working. He had offered to help and you were keen to accept it. 

“No, but really -” Sang Wook says, flashing you a smile as he extends his hand to take the bag of chips from you, “- sour cream on hot chips is the way to go.”

You pull a face, “Only if -” you say chewing, “ - said hot chips has also got diced tomato and melted cheese and some garnish for good measure. I could never just have hot chips and sour cream.”

“Aren’t those just ingredients for nachos?”

You pause, contemplating the thought. Sang Wook laughs and you threaten to throw a chip at him.

You pass him the bag and settle back into the passenger seat. It was a little after 11pm and you were waiting for Sasha to give you the ‘okay’.

Finally, Sasha sends you a text and your phone buzzes. Your eyes scan over the message. She’d managed to convince her boss that you’d be a good ‘asset’ to the team and certainly tonight, your assets were going to be on show.

“Are you sure you still want to go through this?” Sang Wook asks as you take off your cardigan you’d been wearing to cover up the low-cut top.

“Yeah, I do.” you say with definiteness, as you bundle it up and stuff it into a bag by your feet.

“Alright, I’ll be here if you need reinforcements.” he says and you give him a small smile before exiting his black BMW.

//

It had gone better than expected. Sasha’s boss took one look at you and then made you sign a non-disclosure statement. After that, it was only be a matter of time until you were called in to fill an empty spot. The plan was for Sasha to call in sick and for you to take her place. Then you’d have enough information to write your article. The only thing that was left was photographic proof.

Luckily for you, one of Jackson’s friends had been dabbling in mini robotics and surveillance cameras. So you had gone to see him. He worked from home. Literally. His room was messy and filled with old mother boards and wires and pliers. Small lenses and watch batteries sat in a little tray by his computer and he had a pair of glasses he was currently working on precariously balanced on the edge of his computer desk. 

You left his house wearing a flat heart-shaped pendant with a built in camera. How he had made it so small you weren't sure and you sure as hell weren't going to ask. You paid the cash and left quickly, wearing it snugly around your neck.

While camera footage may be admissible in court, physical proof and video footage was going to be enough evidence for the people to cause question. Releasing it online was not going to be a big feat. You were going to let the public be the judge.

//

“You ready?” Sasha asks you with searching eyes.

She doesn’t wait for a response and instead nods, answering her own question. her bright red lips are slightly pursed.

Sasha looks you down and you feel a little uneasy, giving the emerald silk dress you’d borrowed from her a slight tug. Originally you were going to wear the outfit Hoseok had picked out with you again, but Sasha had taken one look at it and disagreed. You’d need something slightly classier for tonight and so she’d met you at your apartment, five different options slung over her arm and a bag of shoes by her feet.

“You know where to go, right? Back to the same place.”

Sasha pushes your hair away from your collarbones and nods in approval. “The manager will drive you to the location, it’s part of keeping up appearances and he’ll confirm a time with you for when you need to leave. Usually it’s in the early morning.”

She looks over at Sang Wook who is waiting in his car for you. “Is he your ride to the club?”

“Yep, he’s dropping me off.”

“Good, though remember to get dropped off at least a block away.” 

You nod and she gives you a proper smile this time.

“Hope you get what you want.” She says, picking up her bags and slinging one over her shoulder. She makes her way over to the black BMW and taps on the glass to the passenger seat. The window shifts downwards and she leans forward, saying something to Sang Wook. She throws her head back with a laugh and bids him farewell before making her way down the street in her canvas wedges.

Wondering what that’s about, you pull open the passenger door, pinching the hem of the dress tight against your body - careful not to reveal too much leg. It was far more leg than you’d anticipated in revealing.

Sang Wook starts the car and makes his way to the same club he’d dropped you off at a few days before.

“Remember, you can call for me whenever you need.” Sang Wook reassures you. He notes your nervousness as you play with a stray piece of string at the edge of your dress.

Sang Wook takes your hand in his and gives it an encouraging squeeze. The act  on most other times would have made you nervous, but instead it soothes you.

“Are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” he asks, coyly.

“Making me feel calm?” you ask with a laugh.

“I don’t know, is it working?”

“Yes.”

You smile and turn to look out the window. Sang Wook slowly retracts his hand and you’re left feeling less jittery than before. You’re grateful you at least had him to count on to support you. Yoongi had been missing in action for the past few days but you weren’t exactly in a hurry to seek him out.

You fondle the pendant on the necklace. You pray that this will work and that you can pull it off.

After a short while, Sang Wook pulls into a street-side car bay.

“Still sure about this?” he asks you as he parks the car.

“Yep,” you say. You pull out a matte nude lipstick and carefully apply it, using the shade mirror for reference. You smack your lips together and turn to face Sang Wook.

“How do I look?”

“Like you’re going to start trouble.” he responds, a curious smile on his face.

You roll your eyes and pop your lipstick back into your clutch. This is as good as it’s going to get. You open the door and step one high-heeled foot onto the pavement. It was time.

//

This was it. You look down at your feet and the shiny gold marble floor you were standing on. Everything was opulent - you’d expected it to be fancy, but not this fancy. It was lavish, with white bannisters throughout the halls. You'd been to the Grand Hotel a number of times, but only ever to the lobby or the cafe outside, but never did you ever have the liberty of taking the elevator to the basement.

At first, you thought that perhaps the manager had picked the wrong floor, but as soon as you stepped out of the elevator you realised you were in the right place. This floor was out of bounds for most people, only accessible via swipe card access.

You had been dropped off by your new manager, along with two other girls who were covering the shift tonight. One is wearing a bright lilac body-con dress and the other is dressed in black satin. They hadn't spoken to you the whole drive there. Fortunately for you, Sang Wook’s calming aura was still in effect, otherwise you’d be nervous as hell. 

You follow the two girls, a step behind them. They’d been here before and you do your best to follow their lead. They walk down through a hall and reach a set of large double doors. The doors swing open and you’re met by two tall security guards. 

You’re quickly confronted by one of the guards you calls you to bring your arms up. You’re patted down and given the nod to follow on. The sound of laughter and the scent of cigarettes flows up and out from a nearby room. You watch as the girls turn the corner into the room. 

But as you walk down the corridor, the man calls you back and requests for your mobile phone, which you quickly turn off and hand over to him. He places it in his pocket and straightens up, facing the doors that are now shut. You pray you’ll remember to get it back from him when you leave.

You quickly walk to the room you’d seen the girls slip into. In this room sit a number of men you could recognise. You stand there at the door for a moment, a little taken aback. A number of high officials and a few others dignitaries are seated on lush leather couches, smoking and drinking around a large marble table filled with alcohol and food.

You make a conscious effort to hold down on the small cubic zirconia button on the pendant you’re wearing. You pray it’s recording and that you haven’t just turned it off. It seems like everyone is here tonight. You’re looking Judge Park dead in the eyes and you pray he can’t recognise you.

Someone enters in behind you and bumps you, causing you to stumble forward. You glance at him, it’s Kang Sang-ho. Tonight he’s looking sharp, wearing a navy blue dress shirt and crisp cream pants. He looks down at you with irritation and walks straight over to one of the seats at the head of the table. He takes a seat and loosens his tie. One of the other girls quickly swoops over to him and pours him a drink which he skulls.

“Hey girl, you’re a new face.” A gruff voice snaps you out of your stupor and you clear your throat, returning a blank smile. You take a few steps toward the couch and are quickly pulled down into the lap of an older man whom you recognised to be a dean from one of the local universities.

You feel a little queasy at the action but manage to shift yourself off his lap and onto the empty space on the couch next to him. It wasn’t too hard, as most of them were already intoxicated. You do as the other girls do and begin to pour them drinks and feed the men fruit. The men were in the middle of a conversation.

“Come on,” one of them says to the other, “You know that giving scholarships to these specific students will mean that in the future they’ll be grateful. They’re more than likely to do you favours - be lenient.”

The dean lets out a chuckle from next to you, urging you to pour him another glass of bourbon. You do, your hands shaking a little. He takes a swig of it and you offer to top of the glass of someone else nearby to you.

“Judge Park,” Kang Sang-ho says, placing a firm hand on the judge’s shoulder. “If I get a record for assault, daddy will not be happy. He’ll criticise me and the media will eat this up.”

“The trial is in a week. You’ll be fine. I’ll give you a sentence that won’t be seen as a problem.” The judge reaffirms.

“Make all the money I am paying you worth my while.” He says, releasing his grip on the judge and sit back in his seat, swinging one leg over the other. The girl in lilac gives him a shot glass of vodka and he swigs it back.

//

Yoongi feels uneasy.

He’s not sure why. He hadn't felt anything out of the ordinary as to your status and perhaps that’s why he’s feeling out of sorts. Maybe its the fact that its too calm, too quiet. He can’t feel anything. Almost as if you had gone underground.

His powers hadn't been too strong of late. They were becoming a little hit and miss and his new assignment was wearing him out. He had tried to teleport the other day and for some reason it hadn’t quite worked out as he’d wanted. He’d ended up two streets away from his destination and had to walk, in loafers.

Hoseok had encouraged him to get a check up, to see the health consultants at the Agency but Yoongi had been against it, like most things. 

Yoongi picks up his phone and tries to give you a call. It goes straight to voice mail.

Weird he thinks, her phone is off or out of battery. 

He looks at the time. 9pm. Maybe you were asleep.

Yoongi tries to get himself comfortable at home but finds himself aimlessly gazing at the blank television screen. Hoseok returns home and goes to make himself a cup of tea in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” he asks as he boils the kettle.

“H-huh?” Yoongi responds, turning around to face him.

Hoseok stands there, his arms folded across his chest. “Are you watching tv or?”

“Have you seen Y/N lately? Or heard from her today?”

“No, haven't seen her since the other day when we went shopping. You know, when you took her home and had a fight.”

“It wasn’t a fight.” Yoongi denies. “I was just telling her to be careful.”

“Have you considered going to her house to see if she’s there?”

Yoongi shrugs. “I’m sure she’s fine -” he says as he gets up off the couch and slips his phone into his pocket, “- it’s not as I’m worried.” he walks over to the front door and pulls on his shoes.

“Don’t you remember the last time this happened, when you didn’t want to -” Hoseok looks up from his cup and realises he’s talking to thin air. Yoongi had gone. He smirks to himself.

Yoongi ruffles his hair. You weren’t answering the door. He miles around outside for a few more seconds before thinking screw it and he teleports to the other side of it. The house is dark and empty. You’re not home. 

Why couldn’t he find you?

He tries your phone again, his heart beginning to beat fast. 

The number you have called is unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone.

“It’s me. Call me back.”

//

You had all the footage you needed. 

The men were wasted and you were constantly flicking your attention to the clock hanging on the wall. Your handler had told you to meet him outside at 3am, so he could take you back to the club and pay you. It’s finally time.

You had for most of the night, managed to avoid any other advances by the men in the room. One of the other girls however, was not so lucky and had been chosen by Park Ji-Hoon to stay. 

The security guards had given you back your phone, which you had anxiously shoved into your purse and you had left, retreated back up the elevators and out into the hotel lobby. 

The car that had dropped you off is waiting for you outside. The girl in the black dress follows you but instead enters a different car. You hesitate for a moment and know that it’s part of the plan to be taken back to the club to get paid, but all you really want to do is go home. You take comfort in the fact that Sang Wook had assured you he would be around to watch you.

You enter the front seat of the car and the manager is there, ready and greeting you. Silently you enter the car and the hotel valet closes the door behind you.

The manager pulls out of the hotel drive way and begins to make his way down the street. Except he doesn’t seem to be going in the direction of the club. 

It’s fine, I’m sure he’s taking a shorter way around.

Your body is illuminated every few seconds by street lights washing over you. The manager pays you a sidewards glance, his eyes locking onto your thighs and you pull at your skirt.

“How was tonight?” he asks. “Your first time?”

“Uh, fine. Good. Thanks.” you reply, trying to keep conversation short.

His eyes linger on your face and you maintain your eyes on the road ahead of you.

“You’re very beautiful, you know.” He continues the conversation.

You nod but say nothing.

He slowly turns the corner and all you can hear in the silence is the sound of the indicator ticking. The streets are quiet and there are very few cars on the road. 

He breathes in and lets out a whistle. “Perfect body. Not too skinny. Men like it when they’ve got something to hold onto.”

Your gut feels squeamish and you pray he won’t do or say anything else. But he continues.

“Just the right height too, perfect for a man. Men don’t like women who are too tall, it makes them feel small. You though? You’re just right.”

Whatever calm you had been feeling from before had vanished. You were stuck in a car with a man whom had all the power, who was in control.

Maybe tonight, the people you had to be afraid of were actually in the car with you, not the men inside the hotel suite.

He pulls to a stop at the traffic light and you gaze at it, praying it will go green.

“You look like you’d be good in the sack.” he remarks.

All of a sudden, the man’s hand shoots out and places itself on your exposed thigh. Your grasp around your purse tightens and you try to ease yourself.

You call out to Sang Wook and wait momentarily.

Nothing.

Maybe you had to clear your mind before calling him again. Something you wouldn’t be able to do if you stayed in the car.

You grip your purse tightly and raise your arm up to smack him in the face. He lets out a yell and the car jerks forward as you’d caught him off guard. You quickly pull up the hand brake and unbuckle your seatbelt. It was now or never.

You grab at the car door handle and yank it down, pushing it open. The man grabs at you, his fist holding part of your silk dress and part of the chain of the necklace, in an attempt to keep you in the car. You try to pull yourself away and wriggle out of his grasp and as a result you stumble out of the car and into the street at an awkward angle, causing you to roll your ankle. You let out a yelp and quickly pull off your heels in an attempt to leg it away from the car. 

You get up to make a run for it, but feel something drop from under your silk dress. You quickly feel around your neck. The last thing you needed was to lose the recording. It’s not there.

You try your best to search for the pendant on the ground, but it’s dark and hard to see. You reach your hands out blindly, scratching them on the road in every effort possible.

Where the heck is Sang Wook?

You clear your mind and call out to him, like he had instructed you to. You try to even your breaths and steady your mind.

Sang Wook.

He doesn’t come.

All of a sudden you feel yourself get grabbed by the shoulders and pulled upwards. The manager had parked the car and gotten out of it, running over to you.

You scramble to get up and out of his grip but he’s too strong. He drags you back over to the other side of the car, his hands hard around your wrists. You struggle to get out of his grip. He’s too strong and his body is over powering yours. He pushes you against the car door with his body, holding you there stead fast.

All you can smell is sweat and heat. You go to knee him in the crotch but he grabs you by the shoulders again and slams you against the car. It’s enough to wind you and you struggle to catch your breath. 

Satisfied, he opens he car door and pulls you toward it and you stumble again. 

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” he threatens as he pushes you into the backseat and you try your best to kick at him. With one hand you manage to scratch at his face and he lets out a yell. He shifts back, his hand immediately touching the side of his cheek where you had gotten him.

The manager looks down at his fingers - noting some blood. He hisses at you. Glaring, he pulls out a pocket knife and holds it out in front of him.

Your back is pressed into the cheap leather and your heart is racing. You can’t hear anything but the sound of blood pumping in your eardrums.

“I thought I warned you,” he splutters, a sinister look on his face as he presses the tip of the knife into your neck. He runs the blade up along your neck, up past your throat and to the edge of your jawbone and with a swift movement, he makes a thin cut on the side of your cheek and you cry out at the pain. 

Right now is when you need him the most.

“Yoongi!” you scream out. You go to call of him again when a huge reverberation shifts upwards from the ground. The car lights begin to flicker. You let out a scream and bring your arms up to cover your eyes as the glass windows in the car shatter.

Suddenly, the man is hauled backwards and out of the car. Yoongi pushes him hard against the passenger door, his eyes furious. He punches the manager in the face, two sharp and direct blows cause the man to drop his pocket knife and it falls to the floor with a clatter.

The man’s bleeding now, his nose dripping. Yoongi’s grip around the man’s neck tightens and his eyes are grow dark. He’s panting, his body shaking. There’s a strange yellow glow emanating from his body.

You sit up, shards of glass falling from your body. Bits of glass had scratched you and you quickly try to manoeuvre yourself out of the car. Glass scrunches underneath your feet and you wince as you step over to Yoongi.

He’s blinded by rage, his hand tightening and tightening around the man’s neck. The man is spluttering now, wheezing, trying to draw as much air in as he can between his bloody nose and his mouth.

“Yoongi!” you call out to him, “Don’t hurt him, please. Yoongi?”

Yoongi can’t hear you. This man had assaulted you. He’d touched you and he’d hurt you. And Yoongi was meant to have looked after you. He wasn’t about to let this go. Not again.

Yoongi raises his arm and with it, the man, gripped by his throat.

“Yoongi!” you say again, your voice shaking. He was scaring you with the way he was acting. You try to tug on his arm. The man was clearly suffocating.

You try to get into his field of vision but he’s not taking his eyes from him. The aura around him had slowly turned from white to yellow to red and it was making you feel uncomfortable. Your gut was telling you this wasn’t a good sign. You try to tug on his arm again but he doesn’t register. It’s as if you’re not there.

If only he could snap out of it, if only - if he killed this man what would that mean about his guardian status - what would... what would that mean? 

A moment of clarity washes over you. Advice from your mother. You pray this will work. You wrap your arms around him from behind, hugging him. Your bleeding cheek is pressed into the space between his shoulder blades and you call out his name one more time. The aura around him changes to a calm white.

Yoongi snaps out of it and immediately releases his grip. The manager drops to the road and wheezes, breathing in as much oxygen as physically possible.

Yoongi’s hands instead go to touch yours, which are wrapped tightly around his body. You’re breathing heavily, your feet sting and your ankle hurts. Yoongi turns around slowly as you let go and he looks down at you with the slightest bit of dismay on his face.

“I -” he begins, looking down at his hands.

“I’m okay. I’m okay, see?” You say to him softly. “Please Yoongi, I just want to go home.”

He pulls you into him, wrapping one arm around you and the other cupping your head to his chest. You feel safe against him, in his arms. He lets out a shaky breath and glances at the man on the floor by his feet. Shit, he’d almost killed a human.

Your breathing steadies and you step back. Yoongi crouches just a little, looking at you with earnest. His thumbs wipe away escaped tears from the corners of your eyes and his face hardens as he spots the gash against your cheek. He goes to fix it but you take his hand in yours, bringing it down.

“We - we have to do something about him.” you say.

Yoongi sighs, crouching down to the man, who looks at him with terror, his eyes wide. Yoongi brings his hand over the man’s temple and closes his eyes.

“Forget this,” he mumbles.

He takes to a stand, seeing the mess he’d caused around him. He waves a hand and soon the pieces pull back together, the glass fitting themselves back into the window panes.

You watch on, wide eyed as this happens, lifting your feet up one at a time to allow the shards of glass you'd stepped on to return back to where they belonged.

Yoongi pulls you back to him. His eyes run along your body, the tattered green silk dress you’re wearing, the scratches you'd received on your arms and legs from the shattering windows, the bruises that had slowly developed on your wrists and finally the laceration on your cheek.

“Let’s go -”

“Wait! Wait, I have to find my pendant.” you say.

“What?”

You reach into your purse and pull out your phone, turning it on. You use the light from the phone to illuminate the ground and you spot it, glittering near the tyres of the car.

You pick it up in your hands and Yoongi watches as you hobble back over to him. He raises an eyebrow. Had you hurt your ankle too? Yoongi tells you to stay put as he collects your shoes. He walks back over to you.

He can’t help himself this time, and wraps you up in his arms to transport you back to his apartment.

To be continued

[sodoyouknowbts]

Jungkook x Reader - Game On! (Eighteen)

 Summary: Jungkook was the boy you had always had a crush on but after an event that leaves you heartbroken and humiliated, you cut him from your life. However, years later your paths cross again and now an adult, you swear to not let him get the better of you.

Genre: Romance, drama,

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Author: Moxie

Chapter 18

 "It's not good news" Jin looks to his friend, whom he has never seen so worried before. 

After Jungkook had ended the call, Jin had gone downstairs to meet him at the front of the hospital. When he saw a black Mercedes speed into the car park and haphazardly pulling into a parking bay, he quickly raced towards it, immediately recognising the car.

Jin straightens up and puts his pen-light into the pocket of his white coat. "I won't know for sure unless I run blood tests but my guess, she's been roofied". "Roofied?" 

"Flunitrazepam, or Rohypnol as it's commonly called. Someone must have slipped it into her drink"  

"Rohypnol?" Jungkook knew what Rohypnol was. It was a drug that put you to sleep and there were stories of people slipping it into the drinks of unsuspecting victims and taking advantage of them. It was also known as the date-rape drug. Jungkook glances down at you from over the top of Jin's shoulder. His heart clenches at the thought that you had been given something like that. It must've been the guy who had been carrying you out he notes to himself and stores the knowledge away foe a later time.

It scared him more than he would admit, that if he had hesitated and been even a second later, you could've been... Just the thought was enough to make his blood boil but he keeps his emotions in tact . It wouldn't achieve anything to be angry now. 

"Is she going to be okay?" He turns to Jin. Even though you were safe, he couldn't relax until he knew for sure there would be no after effects fro the drug.

"She's fine" Jin assures him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Rohypnol is only dangerous if you've consumed a considerable amount of alcohol so she'll be fine. She just needs to sleep it off”

Oh thank god. "Thanks Jin" Jungkook says to his friend "I owe you a beer next time”.

Jin smiles to his friend, curious as to who this girl was as she was clearly someone important to him but he knew that now wasn't the time nor place. He had rushed out in the middle of his run and he knew he had to get back before somebody noticed his absence. "You owe me two" he jokes, before turning around and heading back into the hospital. Jin raises his hand above his head and waves goodbye to Jungkook, who was glad he had a friend like Jin that he could count on.

Jungkook closes the passenger door and walks around the car to the driver's side. He sinks into the leather seat and reclines his head back, exhaling loudly. 

He couldn't take you home in the state you were in without arousing suspicion from your parents and he didn't want to cause them to needlessly worry. There was no other choice but to take you back to his place.

---

The first thing you notice as you groggily open your eyes is that you feel exhausted, despite having just obviously slept. You slowly blink away the sleep, feeling your body rouse from slumber and catch up to your mind. The second thing you notice, as you glance around the room, is that you're not at home. Taking in the familiar surroundings, you realise that you're in Jungkook's guest room. It still looked exactly the same since you had last been in here, except that the sheets on the bed had been changed and there was now a small pot plant resting by the window. You stare at it briefly, wondering if it was real or fake and if Jungkook had purchased it. You cant imagine Jungkook shopping for plants. Dismissing the thought, you slowly rise from the warmth of the bed and as you pull the blanket back, you find yourself surprised for the second time this morning. Glancing down at your bare legs and you take in the long sleeved, navy-striped button up shirt you had on, which judging from the large fit, you guess must belong to Jungkook. More questions pop into your head as you try to recall what exactly happened last night. The last thing you could remember was talking to Chen at the bar and after that...nothing. You couldn't remember how you had ended up at Jungkook's house. It didn't make any sense, seeing as he wasn't even at the bar. 

Did I call him? You speculate. Or did he show up later on? You shake your head and the action takes more effort than it should. Your head feels as though it’s being weighed down, then again, it’s not just your head you notice as you slowly shuffle around. Your entire body feels heavy and the questions keep coming one after another. Why can't I remember anything?

Deciding that you aren't going to get any answers sitting in bed and talking to yourself, you slide out of bed and search the room for your clothes. You find them folded neatly and placed on top of the dresser, which rested against the wall beside a small table and chair. As you strip off Jungkook's shirt and get dressed into yours, you try not to think about the fact that, since you couldn't remember doing it, there was a high chance that Jungkook had been the one to undress you. However you don't do a very good job and your cheeks involuntarily redden at the potential fact that Jungkook had seen you in your underwear. Get a grip of yourself. You murmur to yourself under your breath. It’s not a big deal.

Securing the button on your jeans, you make a mental note to buy some sexier underwear but quickly stop yourself when you realise what you’re thinking. Wait you think to yourself Why do I care if Jungkook has seen me in my underwear? It's not like I'm planning on flashing him anytime soon or ever again for that matter. Reaching for your top, which had only suffered minor creases you slip it over your head. When you're finished, you run your fingers roughly through your hair to loosen and untangle any knots which had formed during the night as you slept. Once you're satisfied, you turn back towards the bed and search for your purse and boots but find them nowhere to your avail. 

They're probably outside you tell yourself and head towards the door. Judging from the light sunlight that drifted through the window, you figure that Jungkook would be up by now, seeing as he was usually an early riser. Taking in a deep breath and praying that you hadn't done anything embarrassingly last night, you open the bedroom door and step out into the hallway. God, you will die if you had repeated what happened all those years ago.

You find Jungkook exactly where you thought he would be, in the kitchen. He has his back to you, which you don't mind as you find your eyes running unconsciously down the length of his back and resting at the outline of his butt. Jungkook turns around just as you avert your gaze and it's then that you realise he's on the phone to someone and from the look of annoyance on his face, he isn't too happy. Oh great. You hope that the annoyance is towards whomever is on the phone and not at you. -- Jungkook was in a shitty mood. Scratch that. He was in a really shitty mood. After he had left the hospital with you, he had gotten a call from Eric, who to his surprise had known you were with him. Eric had explained that when he came out of the bathroom and couldn't find you, he had asked around and finally asked the security guard at the front who had remembered seeing Jungkook. As he drove through the empty streets, Jungkook filled Eric in on everything Jin had said. 

"Are you joking?? Eric comments in disbelief and mildly concealed anger. "She was roofied?”

Jungkook quickly glances over to you from the corner of his eye and even though he was quite certain that you were deeply asleep, he still felt himself reaching for the controls on his steering wheel and turning the volume down.

"Do you remember who the guy was?" Eric asks, referring to the man that was with you that Jungkook had intercepted outside of the bar.

"No" he replies to Eric, moving his gaze back to the road in front of him.  

"Damn" Eric curses under his breath. It was quiet, so Jungkook guessed that he had left the bar and was currently at home. "Did Jin say how long she would have to sleep?”

"No, he didn't give a time frame but he's convinced there's nothing to worry about"

"Are you going to tell her parents? I mean they might say something if you bring home their daughter and she's out cold"

"I'm not taking her home" Jungkook advises Eric, pulling into his apartment complex. "I'm taking her back to mine". He stops the car and turns off the engine, after parking into his reserved bay. Disconnecting the phone, he brings it up to his ear just in time to catch the end of Eric's sentence. 

"-is that wise?"

Jungkook ignores the insinuation in Eric's tone. "Goodbye Eric" is his reply as he hangs up the phone and walks around the car to the passenger side.

--

After Jungkook had gotten you into his apartment and placed your carefully onto the bed, he faced another complication. He had studied your clothes and noted that they weren't the most comfortable attire the sleep in, so he had taken it upon himself to change you into one of his pyjama tops. He had tried to be as gentlemanly as possible, making sure to be as unobtrusive as possible and touching you as minimal as possible. 

Jungkook had decided on a button up shirt because he figured it would be easier than trying to get a shirt over your head and your arms in however it had proven to be just as problematic, if not more. As much as Jungkook tried to be a gentleman and not stare, he was still a man.

That wasn't the reason for his current mood however. As Jungkook watched you walk into the kitchen, he noted with relief that you looked find, albeit a little dopey, as though you hadn't quite woken up fully yet.

He was glad someone had a good night's rest. Jungkook hadn't been able to sleep much, constantly tossing and turning. Every time he tried to relax, his mind would conjure up visions of you not breathing or choking in your sleep. Eventually he had given up and gave into his worry, waking up every hour or so to check in on you. 

Although Jungkook was exhausted, his sleeplessness wasn't the reason behind his sour disposition. It was his family. More precisely, it was his grandfather's latest attempt at backing Jungkook into a corner. Jungkook brings his attention back to his phone, where his father is currently trying to play mediator. Since the night of the dinner Jungkook had refused to take any of his mother's calls. He knew that he would have to see her sooner than later, what with the upcoming function but he figured until then, he could do whatever he wanted.

"I'll call you back father" he says into the phone, cutting his father off. He ends the call and tosses his phone carelessly onto the counter top, where it slides against the marble and stops just short of the edge. 

"You're awake" Jungkook says to you "Good". He folds his arms across his chest and leans the side of his hip against the counter, crossing his feet at the ankles. Now that you were up, he could finally get some answers to his pending questions.

"What happened last night?" You ask, beating him to the punch. "How did I get here?"  

"You seriously don't remember?" You ignore his watchful gaze and the slight dip in your stomach at the sight of him. "You were drugged"

At his words your jaw drops to the floor in astonishment. "Wait, what?!"

You knew that something had been wrong but you didn't think you had been drugged. "That can't be" you say, more to yourself than to Jungkook  "but I didn't drink it. Chen told me..." you trail off as you remember the drink that Chen had offered you. Could he have been lying?

"Who's Chen?" Jungkook asks, raising an eyebrow. The name is unfamiliar to him and he can’t recall anyone in the department with that name, first or last.

"He's the guy I met at the bar" you reply absentmindedly "He told me the bartender had slipped something in my drink and offered me his instead"

Jungkook straightens up at your words "You accepted a drink from a total stranger?" He repeats carefully and slowly. "At a bar?"

Had you not been too lost in your thoughts, you would have noticed the sudden tension in the room and the way Jungkook had dangerously clenched his jaw. But alas, you were completely clueless to all of it. 

"Yeah, but I didn't even think there would've been anything-"

"Have you completely lost your mind!" Jungkook explodes, startling you. "What kind of idiot accepts a drink from a stranger? Seriously, how old are you?"

You close your mouth and stare up at him at a total loss of words. Okay, so you understand that it probably wasn't the smartest idea taking Chen's drink but still, he didn't have to make it out as though you were inescapable of taking care of yourself.

"Okay, so I never should've accepted the drink. I know that but at the time it seemed harmless and I-"

"Harmless?!" Jungkook scoffs in disbelief and rolls his eyes at you. Is he hearing you correctly? He cannot believe how flippant you were being about the entire thing. He wanted to reach out and shake some sense into you. Instead he settles on grinding his teeth, to keep from acting out his urge. "Do you know what Rohypnol?" He asks sharply, not bothering to wait for your response. "It's a date-rape drug".

When your eyes widen at the mention of the word rape, Jungkook knows that he's got your attention. "Your friend Chen" he spits out the name as though it left a bitter taste "offered you a drink laced with Rohypnol. By the time I got there he was carrying you out of the bar. Any second later and who knows what would've happened to you" Jungkook knew that he was being harsh but he couldn't help himself, he could barely see or think beyond his frustration. Just how many times did he have to save you? First the karaoke bar and now this? 

"What then, huh? What if I hadn't of showed up like I did? What would you have done then?" Jungkook takes a step towards you, closing the distance, barely concealing his disappointment and frustration. "When will you stop acting like a child?!"

You laugh at the irony of his words "I'm acting like a child?" Talk about the pot calling the kettle black you think to yourself. "What about you? One minute you're hot and then the next you're cold. If anyone is being childish it's you Jeon Jungkook! You're the biggest child here and don't you dare call me stupid" you take a step closer, bringing you toe-to-toe with Jungkook and poke your finger at his chest "People accept drinks from strangers all the time, so why can't I?!"

Not wanting to stand there and be your punching bag, Jungkook's hand quickly snakes up and he catches your wrist in his, stopping you. The moment he touches you, something snapped. Where it’s the heavy tension in the air or how close you’re standing, Jungkook doesn’t know. He just knows that a minute ago he wanted to shake you senseless but now he had a whole other urge. He proceeds to stare at you with a burning intensity that's enough to make you lose your breath and forget whatever it is you're about to say. You swallow loudly and your heartbeat speeds up as you feel of his hand wrapped around your wrist and the soft gentle caress of his breath against your cheeks. He smells like citrus scented soap and laundry detergent. Your new favourite scent in the world. As the sexual tension in the air builds, neither one of you speak.

Jungkook’s eyes trail down your face and when they stop at your lips, your heart skips a beat. Jungkook doesn't say anything and you remain silent too, afraid to break whatever it is that is currently unfolding. It’s as if you have stepped into one of your dreams or childhood fantasies and for a split second you consider if maybe this is a dream. Dream or not, you never want to wake up. Feeling an indescribable magnetic pull, you lean forward.

"Am I interrupting something?" 

The spell is broken and you quickly pull away from Jungkook, taking a step back and distancing yourself. You turn around and are surprised to find Eric, looking at the the both of you with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Should I come back later...?" Eric asks

"No!" You blurt out, louder than necessary. You could feel your entire face turn red as both pairs of eyes rested on you. "I mean, no. I'm leaving now anyway, so you can stay and whatever" Realising that you couldn't  leave without your bag and shoes, you swivel your head around in search of them. When you don't see them, you furrow your brows, perplexed until Jungkook intervenes.

"Your bag is by the door" He says to you, pointing in their direction "Your shoes are there too"

You don't know how he can sound so calm after what just happened when you’re still reeling from it. You clear your throat, painstakingly aware that Eric is observing your awkward interaction. "Great, thanks" you force a small smile.

"I can take you home, if you want" Eric offers generously. You note that Eric doesn't seem phased at all at finding you in Jungkook's apartment, having obviously stayed the night, since you were still in the same clothes as the night before. It makes you wonder how many other girls Jungkook has had at his place and immediately, you feel a small twinge of jealously. 

Aware that Eric is still waiting for your reply, you pull back from your thoughts and formulate a response. "Are you sure?" You ask "But you just got here?" A part of you didn’t want to leave but the other part knows that if you don’t, things will get complicated. Especially given how your heart is still racing as though you have just run a marathon.

"I don't mind" Eric shrugs his shoulders "I only stopped by on my way home from brunch to say hi" he turns to Jungkook and lifts up a hand. "Hi" he smiles cheerily, earning him another eye roll from Jungkook, who has made his way back behind the counter. 

Not being foolish enough as to turn down a free ride, you gladly accept. Plus, you figure that if you were alone right now, your mind would go into overdrive trying to decipher what the hell just happened. "Thanks Eric. Um... just let me just wash my face first". You try your best not to run down the hall towards the bathroom.

Once you're inside, you close the door after you and head straight for the sink. Turning on the tap, you place your hand underneath the spray of cold water and bring your hand up to your cheek, cupping it and feeling the cool relief instantly. Just as you had expected, your face is as red as a tomato and you look completely flustered. You bring up your other hand and cup your other cheek, hoping that the cold water would lower the redness.

"What the hell was that?" You mutter to yourself, feeling slightly dazed. Was I really seriously going to kiss Jungkook? 

You close your eyes and groan inwardly because that was exactly what you had been intending to do. 

"No" you scold yourself "This is Jungkook. You can't have feelings for him. Not again. Remember this is the same boy who spent all those years ignoring you. This is Jungkook. The biggest enigma in the world. You don’t want any part of that". Even as the words leave your mouth, you know that they're halfhearted and meaningless. In the back of your mind you know that it's  already too late and that you're already too far gone. Still, you had to pretend that you could still turn around. 

"You can't like him" you say once more to your reflection, whose defiant eyes stared back at you. 

The crazy thing is, you could've sworn that Jungkook had been leaning in too. -- "What was that?" Eric turns to Jungkook, who is pretending to be busy on his phone. 

"What was that?" Jungkook replies, not bothering to look up from his phone. Truth was, he didn't even know what that was. One minute he had been trying his hardest not to grab you by the shoulders and shake you and the next he had wanted to...to what? Kiss you? Jungkook didn't want to believe it but that was exactly what he was about to do and if Eric hadn't of interrupted, who knows what would've happened.

Jungkook knows exactly what would’ve happened but he refuses to believe its possibility. 

"You know what I mean" Eric doesn't buy Jungkook's act for one second. "What exactly is going on between the two of you?" 

"Nothing. We're friends". 

"And I'm the pope. Don't lie to me Jungkook. You don't stand that close to me" Jungkook raises an eyebrow "Do you want me to?" He purposely evades Eric’s question.

"Stop playing Jungkook. This isn't the first time either. I've noticed it whenever you're around her”. Eric sighs at his friend. Before he had suspected that the reason Jungkook was protective of you was because the two of you had grown up together, however after having just witnessed that scene, there’s no doubt in Eric’s mind. Jungkook liked you and Eric couldn’t be happier at the prospect. It had been two years since Mina had called off their engagement and since then Eric had watched his friend shut himself off from all relationships. Jungkook had shown interests in women but only for one night stands. He had never cared for them the way he obviously cared for you.  

"You don't know what you're talking about Eric" Jungkook says to his friend, not liking his interrogation.

This time, it’s Eric who roll his eyes. Jungkook was clearly in denial and it was up to Eric to light a fire under his ass. A smile dances across Eric’s lips. He knew just the thing to make a man like Jungkook realise his feelings and take action. "Then you don't mind if I ask her out then?"  

Eric hides a self-satisfied smile when Jungkook's head whips back around. To Jungkook's credit, the shock is only on his face for less than a second before it's gone, replaced by a perfect mask of indifference.

“You can do whatever you want” he replies.

Before Eric can respond, you walk back into the room.

"Ready?" You turn to Eric and ask him, completely oblivious. 

"Yep, ready" Eric gives his friend one final kittenish smirk before placing a hand on your lower back, right where Jungkook could see it. “Let’s go”

-- As the sound of the front door closing echoes throughout the house, Jungkook lets out a groan and runs his fingers through the his hair, noting that he was way past due for a haircut.

Contrary to what he led Eric to believe, the idea of Eric liking you bothers him more than it should. He couldn't understand this feeling of hostility. Eric was his best friend but he wanted to punch him. It was bizarre and completely unlike him. 

Jungkook was confused and he hated it. His feelings were all over the place, telling him one thing whilst his head told him another. Did he like you? Is that the reason why he was so hard on you all the time and why he found himself thinking about you. Worrying about you? Is that why he had wanted to kiss you?

Jungkook lets out a loud sigh and walks over to his couch. Dropping down onto the soft leather, he leans back and throws an arm over his eyes, blocking out the sunlight. He needed rest.

After some time, Jungkook drops his arms and when he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the large painting hanging on his wall. It had been a present from Mina before they had broken up and he had never gotten around to giving it back. Jungkook suspected that apart of him had kept the painting, in order to have a reason to see her again. It used to stir all kinds of emotions when he saw it, but now he just saw it for what it was. 

With new found purpose, Jungkook rises from the couch, glad to have found something to focus his mind on.

To Be Continued.

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Heeeeyyy I love your first love (her) 💕 When will you update it? And Fighting 😂😂 luv u 💞💞

Guhhhhhhh thank you honey! Moxie and I plan to update it after we finish Guardian and Game On!, but that means writing it - which we haven’t done yet *nervous laughter* 

hannahdearr said to sodoyouknowbts:

hii! omg I love your guys’ cute layout! I finally caved in and read (by read I mean binge read tf out of it in one night–) Game On! and wOW–I absolutely love it! I sense possibly big heavy drama goin down in here oOf hahahahha but really, it’s such a fun read!! & I feel like I’m watching a whole drama series! LOL Thank you so much for it heeheee~ You guys are also both absolutely adorable with responding to your asks lol, hope you both have a wonderful day wherever you are! (:

No, omg you’re absolutely adorable your cute little icon with the BT21 characters asdfjk stop, my heart! And I am amazed you could binge it all in one sitting girl you is amazin - Pilot

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Yoongi x Reader - Guardian (Twelve)

Part of the ‘Souls’ Series.

Summary: Min Yoongi is a cynical guardian angel assigned to look after you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft Hoseok)

Genre: Romance, fantasy, soul mates

Author: Pilot

Chapter Twelve

You stare blankly at the water filter through the litre bottle on the kitchen table. You had a splitting headache and the paracetamol you’d downed earlier hadn’t quite taken effect yet.

One missed call notification waits on your phone when you head back to your bedroom.

Curious, you play the voicemail message that had been left along with it. It’s Sasha and she wants to talk. Hands linger over the call back button and you decide instead, to shove your phone into your tote bag and throw it on the bed. You’d call her back later.

You head over to the bathroom and stand there with your hands on your hips as you observe what appeared to be Yoongi’s parker on your body. Frowning, you crouch down to get a toothbrush from under the basin. There aren’t any. You swore yesterday there were. You stand up.

There’s a newly opened toothbrush sitting on the bathroom sink.

That’s right. Yoongi had brushed my teeth last night. You laugh at the thought. Turning on the tap, you rinse it under the water and apply a thin coat of toothpaste, shoving it into your mouth. You gaze at the olive green parker. It’s zipped up to your chin and you wonder how that happened. You stop brushing your teeth and begin to unzip it just a little. That’s when you suddenly remember that you’d done it yourself.

Sighing, you spit out the minty toothpaste and gargle. You wipe the droplets of water from the corners of your mouth with a small hand towel. You go to exit but your eyes catch the bathtub. You’d been sitting on the edge when he’d brushed your teeth for you and you had -

Oh god.

A memory of your lips on Yoongi’s surfaces. 

You had practically pulled him down onto you. You feel a mix of regret and nervousness bubble in your gut and your find your hands covering your lips. 

“Time for you to go, you’ll be late for your bus if you keep staring at yourself in the mirror!” Your dad calls out to you from the kitchen.

“Coming!” you yell out, your voice shaking. You rush back to the bedroom and that’s when another memory surfaces. You’d clung to his arm like a child and not let him go until you’d fallen asleep. 

Groaning, you grab your tote bag and sling it over your shoulder. One last look is all you give your room before you race out to the kitchen to bid your father goodbye.

//

Yoongi is leaning against the bus stop, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

He’d gone and slept on the couch that night - or at least, he had tried to. He’d spent the whole sleepless night laying on the uncomfortable lounge thinking of that fateful day in the snow. What had you been doing there? Was it fate or was it pre-meditated? What were the chances you’d save him when he was younger and he was responsible for looking after you now, so many years on.

Yoongi replayed that day over and over in his mind until eventually, sleep had taken him. Morning rose and so had your father, who had trudged through the house from his bedroom to the kitchen. Yoongi had sat up, one arm lingering on the back of the couch as he watched your father begin to boil the kettle and stuff a teaspoon into a large tin of instant coffee.

He’d recognised your father instantly as the man he had delivered the parcel to, on behalf of the custodian. Your father was older, but still had the same air about him. 

Yoongi can feel you approaching and quickly straightens up.

“Morning,” he says, playing it cool.

“H-hi,” you say, uncertain.

Yoongi doesn’t allude to anything that had transgressed between the two of you last night and you quietly take a seat on the cold silver bench. You’re there, playing with the fraying material on your jeans, mind so far away from where you were - that you don’t notice the bus is heading down the street.

“You coming?” he asks.

He’s standing at the open door, urging you to get on.

“Y-Yeah, coming.” You rush toward the bus, getting on. It jerks off and you stumble forwards. Yoongi’s arms wrap around you to steady you and your heart almost jumps out of your chest. You’re thankful it’s an almost empty bus and quickly take a seat before your legs give way.

Yoongi decides to sit across from you and you do your best to keep your eyes focused out of the window. Were you really going to sit there like that for three hours? 

A sinking feeling develops in your stomach.

Yoongi gazes at you. If he had the power to read minds, which he didn’t, he would have been able to see you re-living that moment over and over in your mind. Granted, it was written on your face.

“How are you feeling?”

“I-I’m fine.” you laugh awkwardly. How would you dress this? Although, come to think of it, the both of you had been pulled together in equally as awkward situations. Like that time he’d appeared in your bed and you’d woken up together. Or that time you had slipped on water in his kitchen and pulled him down with you by his towel and he was completely naked on top of you. Or like that time he -

“Sorry, I need to go. My new assignment is calling for me.” his voice interrupts your thoughts.

“W-what?”

Before he can answer you, he disappears in a flash before your eyes. You sit there, a little surprised. You tentatively reach out a hand in the blank space in front of you. He had definitely gone.

New assignment?

//

Sasha sighs as she stirs the foam on her cappuccino. 

“Kang Sang-Ho, he was holding another gentleman’s night - like he usually does. Honestly - ” she says as she drops the spoon down on the side plate. “ - he always just does whatever the heck he wants. It’s exhausting. He’s been getting so high and so drunk. More government officials have been coming along now, too.” she trails off and you nod, scribbling on your notepad. “Some new faces I haven’t seen around before.”

You were situated in a small cafe hidden behind a large fiddle-leaf fig, away from the crowd. Sasha was wearing a cap and large sunglasses that covered most of her face.

You weren’t sure if just covering the story with a statement from just Sasha was going to be enough.

“Did you recognise them?” you ask.

“Do you think anyone is really going to believe just me?” she asks, not listening to your question. “They have money and we don’t. They all end up hiring former judges as their lawyers anyway to represent them in court. It’s all the same.”

She had a point. Knowing the connections between Judge Park Ji Hoon and Kang Sang-Ho, it was inevitable that they’d dabble. You’d have to find a way of separating the judge from his other clients.

“Then we will just have to prove that some of the judiciary are in on it too.” you say, determined. “We just need more information.”

She looks at you and pulls a face.

“I’m not sure that my story will be enough -” she says.

“It will be fine,” you reassure her.

“You know what to look out for more than me, maybe you need to be there. Somehow.”

“How, what do you mean?”

“Maybe you should pretend to be me. Like cover one of my shifts, or something.”

She sits upright and pulls her chair in. Sasha pulls her sunglasses down so they sit lower on the bridge of her nose. “You should. You should go undercover, infiltrate and get the information you need. You keep up to date with the news, you’d know all the key players. You could ask the right questions. And then write an exposure!”

“Exposé?”

“Yes, that!”

You watch as she clicks her fingers and slides her sunglasses back up her nose. You can’t help but think maybe she’s onto something.

//

“Hey Jackson,” you say, answering your phone. 

“Got a sec?” he asks.

“Number 93?” the lady behind the counter at the bubble tea store calls out.

You stick up your hand and walk over to the counter to collect it.

“Sure,” you say as you rest your mobile between your ear and your right shoulder. You pull the wrapper off your bubble tea straw and take another hand to steady your uji matcha milk tea. This could go one of two ways, successfully or a milky mess all over the counter. 

“Listen, I was reading through some old case files. A few names kept re-appearing.”

You let out a shakey breath as you manage to puncture the plastic film of your bubble tea without spilling it. You grab your phone in your hand and collect the tea off the counter, taking a sip.

“So I did a bit more research,” Jackson continues, “and it turns out that there was a bit of a pattern. Quite a number of them were from the same company. Kang Sang-Ho’s company. While daddy’s been unwell, he’s been racking up quite a lot of incident records. Not to mention that they always seem to get the same judge overseeing any of the company’s court cases - be it any of the offences relating to the deputy CEO or minor ticket offences.”

“The prodigal rich son is at it again.”

“Seems like it,” Jackson agrees.

“Remind me why you’re always so keen to assist with things like this?” you ask as you push the door of the bubble tea store open with your hip and step outside.

“You know me,” Jackson says, “I hate favouritism. Besides, I’m a modern day Batman.”

“Except you’re not rich and don’t have a jawline that could cut cheese.”

“Wow, don’t hold back much do you?” Jackson laughs, “Anyway, how’s the rest of your investigation going?”

You sip through the straw and swallow. “Better now - that information is great, Jackson. If you can, keep the records and the list of names. I’ll get it from you this weekend? All of this just adds to it, strengthens the case. I just need something else - another lead.”

You spot Hoseok across the street and wave hello to him.

“I think I have a good idea of how to get it too,” you say, as you watch Hoseok bounce on his feet as he waits for the crosswalk to turn green. “Alright, I gotta go. I’ll speak soon.” You hang up.

“Hey!” Hoseok greets you with a smile and a hug. “So what are we doing?”

“Clothes, I need your help to choose some clothes.”

//

Hoseok frowns. “I don’t really think this is your style...” he says, his arms folded as he tilts his head. 

You tug at the already short leather skirt in an effort to pull it further down towards your knees.

“What’s this for again?” he asks.

“A friend’s birthday - dress up.” You lie, “Sort of risqué chic?”

You wonder if you shouldn’t have just asked your friend to help out, instead. Or even Sasha - if anyone knew the brief, it would be her. Then again, Hoseok was really good at finding clothes for you, and your current wardrobe was pretty conservative, mostly mid-length pleated skirts and jeans and hoodies.

“Alright, the leather works. Just match it with a silk top.” he says.

You nod slowly and Hoseok quickly rushes out to search for one. A few moments later and he’s back with a nice burgundy spaghetti strap number with a slightly draped neckline. Again he’d pulled through with the goods. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner tonight?” Hoseok asks as you close the change room door and pull off the tight skirt and change into your jeans.

“It’s fine Hoseok,” You say, bundling the skirt and top in your arms and opening the door. You didn’t really feel like 

“Come on, you won’t even have to stay for long. Just try some of the pasta I made earlier today.”

“Hoseok - I’d really just -” 

“You owe me for this favour, so come over for dinner tonight.” he says. He’s adamant. 

He must have noted your uncertainty when he adds, “Yoongi won’t be home tonight.”

//

Hoseok lied.

Although, to give him credit - Yoongi had come home unexpectedly. You had been drying the last plate when Yoongi had unlocked the front door and taken off his shoes. You’d frozen, your heart beating a little too fast for your liking. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him - no texts, no calls. Nothing, not since the awkwardness on the bus.

Yoongi glances at the kitchen. He knows you’re there. He’d known as soon as he’d hit the second street from his house.

He didn’t want to reach out to you the past few days. Instead he had decided to distance himself after the kiss, but most importantly because he hadn’t quite figured out what the custodian had meant. 

The air is a little awkward but Yoongi greets you all the same.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You turn back to the plate you’re drying. You get on your tip toes to stack it on the second shelf above the kitchen sink but you can’t seem to reach. Yoongi takes the plate in his hands and you pause, your eyes locking onto his. You slowly let go of it and he reaches up with ease, places it on the pile and closes the cupboard door.

“Thanks.” you breathe.

He just shrugs and places his bag of beer on the table in the dining room.

“Where’s Hoseok?” he asks.

“On the roof...”

“What’s he doing on the roof?”

“He said he had a private call to take - work.”

Yoongi nods and says nothing as he unloads the beers into the fridge.

You bite your lip. You were done, as far as the dishes were concerned. 

“Alright, well - I better get going.” you say, wiping your hands on the tea towel and hanging it back up on the oven door.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Yoongi asks. 

“No, it’s fine.” you suggest.

“It’s no trouble,” he says, standing straight and closing the door. “Besides, I haven’t seen you for a while.”

I wonder why.

“Seriously, it’s okay I’ll -”

“It’s late. I’ll take you home.” 

Yoongi waits by the kitchen sink. He’s leaning against it, watching you collect a bag of shopping and your tote bag from the couch. You walk to the front door of the apartment and slide your shoes on.

Yoongi follows you down the hall. You go to open the door to the apartment but he reaches in front of you and closes it gently.

“We’ll go home the easy way.” he says, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

In a whirl, you find yourself standing in the kitchen of your house.

You take a breath, you still weren’t quite used to Yoongi’s preferred method of transportation.

Your house is a little bit of a mess, your laptop is open on the kitchen counter and there’s papers, photographs and news clippings everywhere.

Yoongi frowns, picking up a piece of paper. His eyes scan a few of the words. 

“Are you still working on that story?” he asks, placing the paper down.

“Huh? Yeah, I guess so.” You respond, taking off your shoes.

“You know, you shouldn’t get too involved in that.”

Yoongi had been doing some research of his own, too. He still wasn’t quite sure what the custodian had meant by his comment regarding your life and so he had taken it upon himself to do a little digging into the case.

“Why not? I’ve been following that case for a while.”

Yoongi had been busy the past few days and had met up with Hye Ra, who had been assigned to Sasha. And he didn’t like what he had heard from her.

“You don’t have to get so deep into every case you come across.” he says. 

You frown at him. What was his point?

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He sighs. “Just that you should probably cover something a little less dangerous?”

“What? I’m a reporter. That’s my job.” You’re feeling a bit hurt by his comment - especially after everything you’d cried about a few days before.

“You’re only going to get yourself into trouble -”

“Isn’t that what I have you for, to look after me and to keep me out of trouble?” You’re feeling defensive.

Yoongi considers what to say in response but before he can reply, his phone begins to buzz. He pulls it out of his pocket and answers it.

You narrow your eyes. You can hear a voice. It’s sweet. A little too sweet. She sounds like she’s crying. Maybe it’s his new assignment.

“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll be there soon.” he says and he hangs up.

You watch as he puts the phone back into the pocket of his pants.

“You should go.” you suggest, your voice heavy. “It sounds urgent.”

“It’s not.”

“I’m fine - thank you for taking me home. As you can see, I won’t be getting into much trouble, not tonight anyway.” you say, your fist a tight by your side. “You better get to your other assignment.”

Yoongi sighs and without saying anything more, he disappears.

To be continued