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jananakookie · 2 years

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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 1

💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)

💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut

💬 Chapter warnings: contains slut shaming, oc gets slapped in the face, bullying (this will NOT be a falling in love with my bully fic!), angst

💬 Word count: 4.3k

💬 Recap:

Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.

Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy! Only the first chapter will be in past tense btw

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Chapter 1: How it all began.

You would never have thought of yourself as someone who has a particular reputation.

In High School, you used to be the one who went down in the crowd. You had your small group of friends, a couple of boyfriends (if you can even call them that), and a few acquaintances in some of your classes you never talked to outside of school.

By and large, just the kind of High School experience most people go through.

In that regard, it was all the more surprising to you when you suddenly came to be the center of everyone's attention during your first year of college.

If you now were to talk to someone from back then, they would never have expected that it would be you who would end up in such a situation.

That it would be you, who’d one day be the probably most talked about person in college - and not in a good way.

Oh no. Not in a good way, for sure.

And you have absolutely no idea how it could have come to this in the first place.

But you know how it started.

It started with a guy.

Of course, it did. Every misfortune in a girl's life almost always starts with her meeting a guy, doesn't it?

But every story has its origin, so let's start at the very beginning of the story and how your current situation came about.

Because it has started much earlier.

Before everyone knew your name, before everyone dragged it through the mud, used it whenever and for whatever it pleased them.

Before you were laughed at, yelled at, frowned upon, and especially insulted by people you don't even know.

Before you lost all of your friends and gained almost a whole army of enemies instead.

Even before Park Jimin made an appearance at your apartment door one evening and specifically asked you for a favor. A favor that would remain in your memory for a long time and would mark the beginning of something completely new.

Something you, for sure, had never expected.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

Compared to most other colleges, the one you're attending is relatively small, which is probably also one of the reasons why rumors spread so quickly here.

It can be both a disadvantage and an advantage, considering how many people find out in a short time about something that was supposed to be kept secret.

On the other hand, it also means that the gossip factory calms down again faster because the next scandal is already in circulation.

You do not want to offend anyone, and of course, not every guy automatically has to be a prick. There are some good guys out there, and you know they exist, but you also know how extremely rare they are. And unfortunately for you, most of the ones you have had the pleasure of dating so far, fit that pattern perfectly.

It started with a guy.

And for you, the one who started it all was a guy named Kim Jeongin.

You started dating Jeongin precisely one month into your first year of college.

He was cute, he was sweet, he was polite and extremely good-looking. And he was interested in you too, which more or less made him a dream come true at that time.

Many young girls tend to be naive and fall easily for pretty eyes and a hairstyle that looks like the guy just woke up and didn’t care, and you were no exception.

However, the rude awakening came just a couple of weeks later when you two went out to a party together with your friends, and he kept behaving like an asshole out of nowhere.

Between getting inappropriately drunk and throwing jokes your way that came across as more than just a little insulting at times, he also somehow started accusing you of hitting on his friends – or any other male person in that building, for that matter.

Come to think of it now, it's actually kind of funny, considering he was the one who ended up making out with someone that wasn’t you at the end of the night.

Needless to say, you broke things off right then and there because you might not have been the hottest chick on campus, nor were you the most popular, but you did know your self-worth, and everyone deserves better than that anyway.

But here’s the thing. Jeongin did not see it that way. He didn't appear to take you seriously when you told him you guys were over. You had a slight idea about that when he only started laughing in your angry face that night, saying you were overreacting and seeing things that weren't there, but you were a hundred percent certain when he was standing in front of your door the following morning as if nothing ever happened.

It took a ridiculous amount of time and effort to get rid of him that morning - to get rid of him for good. But eventually, he went on his way with some very colorful insults that left his mouth only to be thrown your way.

You couldn't help but be relieved to have gotten rid of him. After seeing his true colors, it was more than obvious you really dodged a bullet there.

However, unfortunately, this was not the end of your story with Jeongin. No, that would've been way too easy.

Instead, the following day, he told all his friends that he had dumped you because you were “a dirty, cheating slut“ who cheated on him with not just one but two random guys.

It was ridiculous, very childish, and immature, but they still believed him, making jokes about how he should have seen it coming and stuff like that.

Them believing his lies wasn’t even that far-fetched, seeing how all of them had brains that stopped growing right after they were born, and did it come to you as a surprise? Hell, no.

You could sense their stupidity from miles away as soon as you met them for the first time, and that should have been a red flag already. You usually get to know someone best through their friends; to see what type of people they surround themselves with. But for some reason unknown to you, you just thought he would be different.

Long story short, his friends told their friends and other people, and soon enough, most people in your year had heard about it. This was, of course, foreseeable, given how he had quite the reputation as earlier mentioned.

What you did not expect, however, was that even people outside his rather big group of friends believed it.

You still have no idea why so many people even cared about you in the first place. After all, you were close to a nobody. Just a college freshman, having no idea about anything yet and simply wanting to go through the whole college dating experience.

Now, look where this has gotten you.

You didn't find out about all the hassle until just before your first class, when one of your friends came up to you and angrily explained that she never thought you would cheat, leaving you completely perplexed because you didn't even know what was going on in the first place.

You remember feeling both hurt and angry at her for actually believing something as stupid as this, while she should have been on your side and been a good friend.

Yes, you had not known her for long, but it was the least you expected from your friend.

Of course, seeing how you honestly were a nobody, it was forgotten within a couple of weeks when someone else took your place as the number one topic on campus. And this was college, after all. No one really cared that much.

However, it was the first time that your reputation, even if completely unjustly, suffered a blow, and your name was put in a negative light through the mouths of others. And it did stay in some people's minds even after everyone found something else to gossip about.

You just simply went on with your own life and tried to stay away from anyone who wanted to bring you down.

After you got over your anger at Jeongin, you even went on dates again because you didn't want to let a loser like him take away your chance to find someone who really wanted to be with you.

A few months later, you were about to meet with a couple other students in the library for a group project when you suddenly noticed how a group of girls not far from you seemed to be talking and giggling about something.

You had noticed how their glances met you from time to time, but you only really realized that you were the actual subject of their conversation when they walked past you and whispered some very unpleasant things in your direction, making sure you’d hear them.

“Is there something you wanted to say to my face?”

You had no interest in keeping your mouth shut anymore. Whenever you heard someone bad-mouthing you, you made sure they got to hear your opinion on it as well.

Most of the time this was all it took for them to keep their mouths shut and make them walk away right after, but this time they didn’t.

This group of girls obviously wanted to achieve more with their whispering than just annoy you.

“No, sorry. My friends and I were just talking about how much of a slut you are,” one of the girls immediately spat at you without even looking at you. Instead, she stubbornly stared at her nails and picked some dirt from under them, acting as if she hadn’t just insulted you like that.

“Excuse me?” You were taken aback, not gonna lie. You didn’t expect something like that from her just out of the blue.

As you let your eyes roam over the small group to see if you knew any of them, you quickly realized that you didn't recognize a single one of these girls, which confused you more than anything.

“Why would you say that?”

“Why would I say that?” She scoffed, finally giving you the honor to fully look at you.

“If you truly don't know, then you should really work on your morals, hun. Just a hint, keep your hands off of guys who are taken, and maybe then the people will stop talking shit behind your back.”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t know what you’re talking about, hun. I don't do that kind of thing. Ever,” you spat back, happy your group partners had yet to arrive.

“Sure you don’t,” she scoffed again, clearly getting even more irritated with you as the conversation got on. “My boyfriend told me everything that went down on Saturday, don't even try to talk your way out of it.”

“Your… what? I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know you, nor do I know your boyfriend. Maybe you’re confusing me with someone else?” You tried to be nice, but her judgmental, nasty attitude made it really hard for you.

“I sure as hell am not. As I said, he told me everything.”

“Well, then he didn’t tell you the truth because I’m sure I do not know him,” you argued while trying to keep your voice down. The last thing you needed was somebody else overhearing this conversation and starting yet another wave of rumors about you.

She just took her phone out of her pocket and held it in front of you, opening the lock screen that showed a picture of her and a guy.

You were surprised to see that you actually did know him. However, you remembered the encounter with him very differently.

“Okay, well, I see what’s going on here now,“ you sighed, massaging your temples when you felt a slight headache coming up from the frustration. “Look, I swear whatever he told you isn’t the truth. I was not hitting on him or something like that. If anything, he’s the one who came up to me and started being inappropriate.”

What went down with her boyfriend and how he behaved was much worse than that actually. But you wanted to spare her the details, especially in front of her friends. Everything you wanted was for her to realize that the guy she was dating was a total prick who deserved to be dumped as soon as possible.

You don’t know what you expected, but she didn’t believe you. She only rolled her eyes, threw another insult your way, and told you to stay away from her boyfriend before walking away.

Encounters of this or similar kind started to be more or less on the regular after that.

At a certain point, you couldn’t even talk to any guy anymore without their girlfriends giving you judgmental looks or anyone starting rumors about that.

And one day, it got to the point where, according to hearsay from the hallways, you even started taking money in exchange for sexual activities. Ridiculous.

Not to shame sex work as a whole, of course, but you never took place in those actions ever.

The rumor mill was bubbling, and somehow so many people joined in that it never really calmed down at all.

And so it came about that you were shunned by most people - as far as it could be arranged. No one really wanted to have anything to do with you anymore, afraid their relationship might break down, or their own reputation might suffer. And you started to seclude yourself as well.

It went on like that for quite a while. You lived your life, and so did everybody else. It was lonely, but it was definitely bearable. At least you got by.

That was until you got yet another blow. And the hardest and deadliest blow was given to you by someone you would never have expected it from.

If you thought it could not have been worse for you, you were mistaken because shit only started to escalate really badly when Kim Taehyung was caught cheating on his girlfriend at a frat party at the end of the spring semester in junior year.

He and his girlfriend Nayeon were something like the power couple of your college... even if it sounds so immensely stupid, one could guess it's a joke. But no, everybody loved Taehyung and Nayeon both as a couple and individually.

So him cheating on her was something everyone was candidly talking about.

Apparently, some person had taken a picture of him in a very heated make-out session with a girl who was definitely not his girlfriend. And it spread around campus like wildfire.

Of course, everyone was dying to know who the mystery girl in this photo was, and the revelation allegedly came only a couple of hours later when his girlfriend confronted him about it, to which he then claimed that it was you.

Jung Nayeon, just like Kim Taehyung, was held in high esteem in your college, thanks to not only her incredible beauty but also her warm-hearted and equally beautiful character. So it was no surprise at all that Taehyung's confession added an entirely new dimension to your already bad reputation.

If it had at least been the truth…

However, the truth was that, in your entire life, you have never even exchanged a single word with him, let alone had any kind of physical contact.

So why would he make something like that up and hurt you with it when you had nothing to do with the whole thing in the first place?

Well, you had been thinking about this question for a long time, but the answer is actually quite simple: he didn't want to hurt the girl he was actually involved with behind his girlfriend's back. And the easiest way to do that was to find a scapegoat that would have to take all the blame instead of her.

And no one would fit the role better than you.

Turned out that he made an exceptionally smart decision there.

No one has even entertained the thought of questioning his statement. No one. Not one single person.

And just like that, your reputation had suffered another serious blow, and you went from being “the campus mattress” to the most hated person on campus without even knowing what was going on.

You learned about the latest rumors about you only a few hours later. You had just come out of class and were on your way home when you suddenly noticed the dirty glances of all the people in the hallway, no doubt directed at you.

In fact, it, unfortunately, wasn't that uncommon for you to get dirty looks, and you hadn't even thought much about it, but just figured it was probably a new rumor going around. And in a way, you were right.

However, you didn't expect that this rumor would have a much wider reach and that many more students would be interested in it than in the ones before.

That realization came rather quickly after you walked outside the building and were instantly met with a hard slap across your face.

Gasping in shock, you stared at your attacker with tears already starting to form in your eyes from the pain that was spreading out on your face.

“Nayeon?” Gaping at the girl standing there in front of you, looking at you with so much hatred in her eyes, you blinked a couple of times to try and get rid of the tears that had started to form.

“How could you do that to me, you disgusting piece of shit?!” She yelled right in your face, tears pricking at her eyes while she pointed her finger in your face, almost poking your eye out in the process.

Still not knowing what was going on, you just looked around with a frown, trying to see if there was anything that would give you at least an indication of what was happening. But there was nothing.

“You’re so embarrassing. It is sad, really,” she spat.

“And to think that I always used to defend you in front of everybody else,” she scoffed, making a disgusted face at you. “Looks like what they're saying is true after all. You really are a slut. And you’re pathetic. Stay away and leave your dirty, STD-infected hands off my boyfriend.”

“What?” You breathed, blinking up at Taehyung, standing a couple of feet behind her. He immediately looked away as soon as your eyes met his, and that was when you finally connected the dots.

He used you as an excuse.

Feeling your lips wobble already from being overwhelmed and completely humiliated, you turned away without another word, trying to escape the scene as soon as you could.

Usually, you’re anything but a crybaby, but this really had to be the worst situation you’ve ever been in.

Getting slapped across the face yelled at, and savagely insulted by someone you used to admire, someone you thought wasn’t like the rest of them, was bad enough. But having all of this happen in front of hundreds of people you knew won’t have your back was utterly embarrassing and an overall horrible feeling.

As you tried to push your way through Nayeon’s friends, you could clearly hear them calling you names, but you didn't pay them any attention. The only goal you had right then was to leave everyone’s eyes as fast as you could.

Don’t ever mess with the biggest sweetheart on campus, who’s loved and admired by everybody. Especially if you're already at the bottom of the food chain anyway.

You didn’t go to any classes for the whole week after that incident.

The shame and embarrassment of this encounter with Nayeon prevented you from even leaving your small apartment at all. You didn't even dare to go grocery shopping, which, in retrospect, was kind of stupid, considering that it wasn’t the whole town that was out to get you - even if it felt like it.

Still, you stayed away from people for as long as you could.

No one would have expected that it would be Park Jimin himself, of all people, who would get you out of the line of fire and reveal the truth to everyone a few weeks later.

You only picked it up through hasty whispers in the hallways, but he was supposedly the one who figured out that the girl in the photo had not been you.

And the reason for all the commotion wasn't that your name could now be cleared - oh no. All of a sudden, no one was even the slightest bit interested in you.

No, the real reason for the uproar was the exposure of the person that was actually behind it all.

And it was probably pure irony of fate when Jimin made public that the actual person in the photo was none other than his own girlfriend.

Her name was Lee Yeji.

You didn't actually know that much about her, to be honest. She was mostly known for being Park Jimin's girlfriend and part of Nayeon's friend group. But you did remember her standing next to Nayeon when she confronted you that day.

Oh, how the tables have turned now.

Something deep inside you, something sordid and disgusting, felt the need to feel something like satisfaction.

After all, Nayeon humiliated you in front of all her friends and a sizable crowd. Would it really be wrong to see it as some sort of fulfillment that the real culprit was actually one of her closest friends?

You didn't really know what to make of it, but one thing was for sure: the news didn't bring you any joy. Not even the fact that you were off the hook made you happy because as already mentioned, nobody cared about you anyway. But as fate would have it, you still cared about Nayeon even after everything that happened between the two of you. And you couldn't imagine what she was going through.

One thing was for sure, it must have been awful. And no matter how badly she humiliated you, you didn't think she deserved that kind of pain because no one does.

Her friend and her boyfriend? You wouldn’t wish that on your worst enemy.

Taehyung is trash, and honestly you think she should be happy to have gotten rid of him. A girl like her can do so much better than a cheater like him. You just hoped she'd realize that as well. But you remember her and Yeji being somewhat close. Especially since Nayeon and Jimin are also very close friends and apparently knew each other longer than the rest of them have at that point.

And that brings us to the actual person of interest: Park Jimin.

What is there to know about Park Jimin?

Well, everybody knows about him, that much is sure.

As far as you know, his family is pretty well off, considering his parents run some kind of business you have no idea about, but if you can believe the whispers in the halls (and that's not certain, considering all the rumors being spread about you), then his family is probably one of the most influential in the city.

You never cared much about him. He always seemed just like the typical rich kid, whose only personality trait is… well, being rich. Only sharing a couple of classes, you didn’t get to know him enough to really form a fair opinion on him, though.

You just know things concerning his personality from Nayeon, and she has always insisted that his reputation does not live up to him, that he can be a cocky ass at times but is a totally different guy in private.

You never told her that, but you always thought that she was a bit biased in that regard. After all, they both come from the same circles and have known each other since childhood. But you also know how wrong you can be about a person and that you never really know someone just by hearing what people say about them.

The only thing you can give him credit for is that, as far as you know, he has always stayed out of any rumors concerning you. Well, you cannot know that for sure, but at least he never attacked you personally.

He has never insulted you or even given you the same judgmental looks you usually get from most other students. And it's sad to say that because it should go without saying, especially in college, but you're still very grateful to him for that. It at least means that he cannot be a complete douchebag, after all.

Nevertheless, you must have looked very surprised when, about a month after the infamous incident, none other than Park Jimin himself knocked on your door.

With a small bouquet of tulips in his hand (which, by the way, looked very similar to the ones blooming in your neighbors' garden) and a big grin on his face, he stood in front of you and stared you down, probably judging the pair of dirty sweatpants and the old, much too big t-shirt you had on.

It took you a moment to even realize that it was really him. That's how preposterous the whole situation was.

And at that time, you didn't even know that all this would be just the beginning of a story you couldn't have imagined better in your dreams.

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httpknjoon · 2 years

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strangers in the act | jhs

plot | Being vowed in an arranged marriage and having a secret affair on the side is hard, but getting to know your spouse is harder. To keep the benefits of your family's wealth, you, a popular socialite, and Hoseok, a promising heir, agreed to wed even though you only met once. See as chaotic scenarios ensue as you two try to stay married.

genres | angst, fluff, humor, arranged marriage au, fake marriage au, fake dating au, cheating au

pairing | hoseok x reader

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helenazbmrskai · 2 years

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Plan 101, How to make your human fall in love with you (m)

Pairing – Faerie! Jeongguk x Reader

Genre – Strangers To Lovers, Coffee Shop AU, Fake Dating AU, Faerie AU, Wedding AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Slice Of Life

Summary – [Not your typical ’please fake date me to my sister’s wedding so I don’t have to go with a guy my sister wants to set me up with’ with a magical touch to it and of course, there’s the ’there’s only one bed’ and ’cute coffee shop boy’ trope included for the ladies!]

Warnings – [oc is shy and insecure, guk falls in love at first sight, best friend Jimin trying to set them up, flirty and touchy jeongguk, conflicting thoughts of oc, mutual pining, mention of a bad breakup, smut, magic is used during sex, unprotected sex (always use protection!), lovemaking, oral (m), handjob, male masturbation, oc feels what guk is feeling (double the feelings double the pleasure), sparks are flying quite literally, jk has a magic dick, mussy sex because they’re in love, slow burn, confessions, kissing, body worship, he fucks the insecurities out of you, vaginal fingering, creampie.]

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Jeongguk can remember the day you rang the small bell attached to the door for the first time. You wore your hair in a french braid small pieces of your hair framing your face that got away. The long blue sweater you had on completely hid your body shape from his prying eyes – he could ogle at your legs in your tight fitting denim jeans though. You were talking animatedly with your blond friend and to his greatest disappointment, it was him who approached the counter to set two orders while you sat at your table looking over the design of the place.

He made the rose latte with almond milk and the honeycomb cappuccino with experienced fingers. Shy to admit that he put extra effort into the drinks – not that he’s not putting effort into the other orders – but he had ulterior motives this time, hoping that he’ll see you again if you like your drink. Faeries are insightful creatures they can tell from a single eye movement that someone caught their attention and Jeongguk was never good at hiding his feelings. Your close friend Jimin could tell his eyes were on you from the moment you stepped into the shop. He also shared his observation with you when he laid the coffees on the table in the middle for both of you to reach it comfortably.

You didn’t dare look at the boy behind the counter but a prominent blush bloomed across your cheeks. ”Don’t be ridiculous.” You dismissed Jimin’s flirtatious accusations. You can only wish for a handsome man to look in your way like that. You’re nothing special. You find comfort in your oversized tops and jeans. You get complimented on the embroidery that you did on your sneakers by yourself though that you’re indeed very proud of. The intricate design of flowers and vines gives a nice personal touch to your appearance.

”I’m a faerie I can tell when someone is interested in you sweets. Not that he’s trying to hide it.” You desperately want to change the subject before steam will come out of your ears in your self-consciousness. The cream stuck to the corner of your friend’s lips after he has taken a tentative sip is enough to focus on something else. After a small released giggle, you grab a napkin to dab the corners of his honey lips to get rid of the milk foam. You’re halfway across the table to reach his face when his hands catch your wrist before you could make contact.

”I’ll do it. You’ll give him the wrong impression.” Your brows furrow in a questioning gaze before you realise he’s talking about the cute boy who made your drinks. Your eyes widen as he smiles with his eyes full of mirth in them at your clear mortification.

”S-Stop speaking nonsense.” You have your thumb and pointer finger twist the ring on your finger like you always do when you’re flustered or anxious. Couldn’t find the courage in you to look at the boy even when you gather your trash and dump the cups in the bin before you exit the cafe. Jimin holding the door open for you like a good friend as you leave. Jeongguk’s heart sinks when you didn’t look his way even once – he wishes to hold eye contact for a little.

His first thought was that you didn’t like your drink maybe it was not your taste. During his whole shift, he obsessively checks if he exchanged the sugar with salt somehow.

Jeongguk almost drops the coffee beans that are in his hands when you ring the bell again attached above the door. He didn’t think you would be back – ever. It’s been a week since he saw you. He would catch glimpses of your friend a couple of times ordering honeycomb cappuccino for himself but not you. Never you.

He had already forgotten about the task his boss asked him to do. Jeongguk was in the middle of filling the coffee maker up when you abruptly halted all his thoughts with your presence.

Lillies. The design on your shoes today. You keep looking at the ground as you approach the counter where Jeongguk waits for your arrival with belated breaths. There’s no Jimin this time to place it between you and him. You’re so nervous to approach him that you have to intertwine your fingers in front of you to stop them from visibly shaking. Jimin’s words from before ate themselves into your subconscious.

”Hi.”

There are invisible bells ringing next to his ears. Doesn’t sound like the one attached to the front door – no. Softly spoken words barely breach the surface as he feels like he just jumped headfirst into the ocean. You’re getting uncomfortable with the silence as Jeongguk travels to the world of faerie and back in his mind. You think maybe he didn’t hear you, you were pretty meek after all.

This day is too beautiful to watch two socially awkward people interact – they would even cringe if it was anyone else – the patrons are quite taken with the soft boy and the girl with the oversized shirts. The old lady with the black cat resting on her lap, the werewolf boy sipping his camomile tea even the boss man watches the younglings get enveloped in silence.

Jeongguk melts from his frozen position and gently smiles at you. ”S-Sorry I got a little lost in my thoughts. What can I get you?” The counter hides how he fidgets with his hands as you tell him your order. You only look up briefly as you thank him for making the drinks while he’s the exact opposite as he can’t seem to look away from you.

The faerie busies himself with the drinks finally averting his eyes and letting you breathe properly as you couldn’t before under his heavy gaze. Making you uncomfortable is the last thing he wants and even – even then he can’t help his eyes searching for yours.

Your gaze is locked on his nametag when he slides the drinks to your side of the counter.

”Thank you.” Jeongguk can’t help but show you his biggest smile reaching ear to ear as you thank his services and touch the card to the reader to pay and possibly go before you make a fool of yourself. The faerie on the other hand detests your upcoming departure. He hopes he could see you again soon when you say goodbye.

”See? It wasn’t too bad.” Jimin takes in your cherry red cheeks as you hand him his coffee. You completely ignore him when he implies your loverboy was there seeing your flustered face. Laugh bubbles from his throat when you half heartedly tell him to shut up and take your seat behind the sewing machine.

This is the first of many attempts to come, living up to his name of being a mischievous Fae. Jimin knew even before you two did, that you’ll be good for each other.

It’s not like you were actively against his ideas. You just didn’t want him to set you up with the promise of something when it was set in failure by the books.

The coffee is good and Jeongguk is a very sweet boy after you got over your initial shyness around him. He listens well and offers feedback when needed. You do the same for him. He helped you feel better on days when you didn’t even want to get out of your bed – and you were the reason he smiled every day. Slowly strangers became friends with a feather light undertone of maybe something more in the future.

”You’re very quiet today Y/N, everything’s alright?” The best you can give him is a strained smile but not convincing enough to ease the worry from his features.

”Yes, of course. There’s nothing to worry about Guk.” Humans can lie Jeongguk knows this but he still gets surprised when you try and fail miserably. You’re the worst liar of them all. You let out a soft sigh when he doesn’t relent. Bless his honest heart he can’t just pretend to accept your blatant lie, even more, when it affects your mood.

”You can tell me everything you know that right?” Of course, you know that you want to tell him but instead, you rest your head on your hands. The business is slow today so there’s a low chance someone might interrupt the flow of your conversation.

You have to tell him sooner or later. Better be now, it’s known to be better to rip the bandaid off fast. ”My sister is getting married next week. It’ll be gone for the whole week. She organised a lot of programs for us.”

Your explanation only confuses him more. You should be happy that your sister is getting married? Did you not want to go? Is there something he’s missing from what you told him?

”I- uh congratulation?” You chuckle at his confused expression. He’s so cute you want to squish his cheeks and plant a soft kiss on his pillowy lips and oh – oh you’re getting ahead of yourself again. Concentrate Y/N. He’s just a friend nothing more. You’re not allowed to think of his lips in a situation like this.

”Thank you. You don’t have to look like a lost bunny – It’s just, these programs are all –” Inhale, exhale. You take in a long breath when the cat finally gets out of the bag. ” –for couples.”

”Why would your sister organise something just for couples? She knows that you don’t have a boyfriend, isn’t she?” His question is valid, you think. You know it was not her intention to make you feel guilty for not having a boyfriend.

”Right. – I don’t think I talked about it before but I have five sisters. They all have a boyfriend or a husband. It’s just me – uh, who doesn’t have someone.”

”Ok.” Jeongguk nods slowly. You could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he thinks. Soaking in all the information that you just dumped on him he still fails to see the problem. In his head, you could just call your sister and say that you have no one to do these activities with. You can still enjoy the wedding in his opinion.

”I’m terrible at meeting new people. You know it. It took me weeks before I could even look into your eyes without looking away. She – she said that there’s this guy she wants to set me up with. If I don’t have someone to come with me I’ll be doomed.”

You take the faerie’s silence as rejection even though you didn’t ask him yet. The implications are there – and he certainly caught them. At first, you asked Jimin if he would come with you but he’s busy and told you to ask Jeongguk. You’re comfortable with him plus the family knows that you and Jimin are just friends. If you show up with Jeongguk at your side they will finally get off your back.

”She shouldn’t force you to get someone for the sake of having someone.” You’re shocked by the ferocity behind his words. Is he angry? Doesn’t seem like it’s directed at you though.

”She means well.” You place your hand on top of his as a form of comfort. Jeongguk’s anger evaporates as soon as your warm skin makes contact with his. You’re comfortable with him but it doesn’t mean you’re the cuddly type so he’s surprised to receive your physical affection. You usually say things that tell him you care about him in more ways than one but your touches are rare.

”I was hoping I could convince you to come with me. It’s ok if you don’t want to though. I guess I’ll have to accept my sister’s offer then.” Jeongguk quickly turns his palm around under yours to comfortably wave them together. His hold turns rather possessive when you tell him the sister option. He doesn’t want any man on your side.

”I’ll go if that’s what you want.” Chocolate brown eyes are looking at you with newfound fire in them. This is his chance to show you that you could be good for each other. Maybe after acting like a couple for a week will make you realise how head over heels he is for you. Jeongguk knows that you find him attractive but doesn’t know how deep your affection runs for him. He might get his answer at the wedding.

”That’s why I’m asking silly. I would like that.” You smile and squeeze his hand back. You look straight into his eyes until a customer waltzes inside the store (breaking the intimate moment) forcing Jeongguk to look away from you. You silently slip away when he serves the patrons.

The rest of the week goes by slowly. You and Jimin pop up a few times during his break time but both of you are pretty busy finishing up the orders to be able to close the shop for the entire week. Every minute the fae can spare he thinks about the upcoming weekend where he will be able to hold your hand and meet your family – call you his.

After the week if you’re reacting well to his advances he promises himself to confess his feelings for you. Jimin has been encouraging him to take the first step. Knowing that you will never do that due to your insecurities. Your mind and body are not in the best harmony but you’re on your way to working on it. Jeongguk likes every inch of you he would gladly help you on the bumpy road of self-love.

Jeongguk never saw you in anything but an oversized t-shirt before. He could hardly believe it when he sees you wear a nice fitting floral patterned t-shirt showing him the feminine curves of your waist. He could tell that you spent extra time this morning getting ready and Jeongguk hopes that you put so much effort into your appearance because of him. You’re beautiful no matter what you wear but this confident side of you stirs something in his lower belly that suspiciously feels like arousal.

In your excitement, you greet him with a hug. Your breasts are pushed against his chest and your arms wrap around his slim waist to get close. He freezes when his cock stirs in his pants begging for the gods in his head that you didn’t feel that.

It would be embarrassing if you caught him sporting an erection just from hugging a woman like an inexperienced teenage boy. You smell like fresh laundry too that doesn’t help his case to calm down.

You’re getting self-conscious the longer he stays silent. You start to think that he doesn’t like your outfit. Jimin spent an entire day persuading you to buy it at the mall yesterday saying that Jeongguk would drop his jaw to the ground how pretty you look in it. Maybe he was wrong after all. You slowly start to pull away giving yourself away to the inner voice in your head that tells you to save yourself from further embarrassment when he finally reciprocates your hug.

Sensing your changing mood he’s fast to put your nerves at ease. If he embarrasses himself in the meantime so be it, it’s totally fine if you keep smiling like that at him.

”You’re so beautiful petal.” You’re glad that he’s hugging you so close. This way you can bury your face into his strong chest and hide your blushing cheeks from his prying eyes.

”P-Petal?” The question comes out in a whisper. Jeongguk can tell by your expression that you like the nickname he gave you very much. He’s been meaning to call you that for months. Now he finally has a reason to just call you that without it being weird.

”Hmnn. Petal suits you. You always have different flowers embroidered in your shoes.” Your heart beats like crazy when he places his chin on top of your head in mid explanation, he begins nosing at your freshly washed hair breathing in your scent so openly.

”A-Are you ready to go?” Too flustered to even say thank you you try to jump to another subject and Jeongguk lets you have your ways. His fingers skim down your arm until he can lace your fingers together to guide you to his car parked near your house.

”I got us coffee.” Jeongguk is a true gentleman with a bunny teeth grin. He opens the passenger seat for you before he rounds the car and takes his place behind the wheel.

Both your hands are occupied by the cups and you nearly spill their contents when he leans in to fasten your seatbelt. There’s this mischievous look in his eyes that you know so well because you have seen the same expression on your best friend’s face countless times when he outsmarted you. Just now you realise that it was his plan all along. His plan was flawless – you didn’t even suspect a thing when he made you hold onto both cups so he could lean close to you. He plans on using every opportunity to get close to you. He wants you to see him as more than a friend.

Jeongguk secures your seatbelt slowly letting his breath fan across your face until you’re as red as a tomato. The sign that you’re getting flustered by his proximity gives him hope.

”You tricked me!” You slap his shoulder half heartedly with no real force. Your face is still hot when he moves away to turn on the engine after fixing his seatbelt as well.

”This is nothing petal. I have all sorts of tricks up my sleeve just for you to enjoy all week.” That name again. Petal. You like hearing it from him it makes your heart flutter. If that’s true it will be a hard week for you trying not to fall even more deeply in love with the handsome faerie. You want to say that he doesn’t need any tricks – he already has your heart but you decide to say nothing. Instead, you send a quick message to Jimin informing him that you’re on your way to your sister’s wedding with Jeongguk and promise to update him when you’re there.

You switch your phone off when you send the message and watch Jeongguk drive for a little in comfortable silence before you remember something. ”I bought snacks.”

You dug through your bag as you search for something in particular. You make a satisfied hum when you find it and Jeongguk’s eyes sparkle when he sees the treat in your hands. It’s his favourite snack. He remembers telling you about it once, he’s touched that you kept this information about him.

”Marry me right now.” He moans when the savoury taste of his favourite chips hits his tastebuds. You even got the flavour right.

”Men usually buy me lunch before they say that.” You joke but his answer implies something else entirely that makes you gulp.

”I would buy the whole restaurant petal if that’s all it takes.”

Can’t really say anything to that.

Since both of his hands are needed to drive, you keep feeding him during the journey to the neighbouring city. You try to ignore the feeling of his lips when you accidentally poke him with your fingers or when he licks the powder off your digits when he’s done. He’s going to be the death of you if he keeps this up.

You don’t know how he does that but Jeongguk looks like he freshly walked out of the latest fashion magazine even after driving for five hours straight while you feel like you were just spat out of a dog’s mouth. You desperately need to pee and your ass is broken from sitting for so long.

Jeongguk takes care of your luggage while you find the closest restroom before you walk to the reception together to get your room keys and find out where the rest of your family is.

You’re getting nervous he could tell when you start to twist your ring around your finger.

”Are you nervous about me meeting your parents?” It’s scary how easy it feels to intertwine your fingers with his. He always had this calming aura around him that never ceases to make you feel at ease.

”Yes. I’m afraid they won’t believe me that such a handsome man is my boyfriend.”

Jeongguk immediately frowns when you talk down on yourself. He wouldn’t let you talk like that even if it’s you.

”I won’t let you degrade yourself, you’re beautiful Y/N. Of course, a handsome man like myself would date a beautiful girl like you. If someone thinks otherwise then fuck them, it doesn’t mean they’re right and I am wrong.”

You can’t meet his eyes right now but fortunately, he doesn’t force you to. He knows it’s not easy for you to accept yourself as it is. Jeongguk has his own set of insecurities it’s only normal to feel that way. It doesn’t mean he won’t tell you as many times as you need to hear to believe him when he says you’re the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on. It has nothing to do with beauty standards.

You don’t need to have the perfect nose or the best body weight for your height, it doesn’t take away from the unique beauty every individual has – including you.

He’s not obligated to tell anyone what makes you in his eyes beautiful. You just are.

He wants to tell you everything but he knows you wouldn’t be able to listen to him and say a sincere ’thank you’ just yet. He also knows that you’ll eventually get there.

”Let's go in, see our room and get some rest. You must be tired from the drive here.”

You appreciate the smooth transition he made in the conversation. It doesn’t stop you from feeling guilty because of what you said about yourself earlier. You could tell that he took your words to heart. It was not your intention to make him upset. Sometimes you just tend to overthink things.

It’s best if you leave that thought at the back of your mind for later to nitpick. You should be happy, it’s your only chance to see your sister get married (hopefully.) You should spend this time relaxing with your family and Jeongguk.

”You drove here I didn’t do anything. If someone needs to rest it’s you.” You pull him by your intertwined hands. You wasted enough time talking outside the guests probably thought that you two were weird for stalling.

You hope your parents are not here yet you want to introduce Jeongguk when you two rested for a bit. They can be quite overbearing and knowing them when they learn that Jeongguk is a faerie and not human they’ll ask all sorts of questions from him. It would be a first to introduce a supernatural boyfriend as your sisters all dated and married humans.

You didn’t even think about that.

”I can see the cogs turning in your head. What are you thinking about so intently?” Jeongguk gently flicks your forehead when he sees you zone out as soon as you get into the elevator.

Jeongguk has the key for your rooms in his hand as his other still holds yours. When your sister made the original booking for your room she didn’t have another person in mind and by the time you told her that you’ll have someone come with you, it would have been difficult to change it. It’s not a big deal considering that the bed is large enough for two. You never shared a bed with someone before though.

”O-Oh, nothing. Just stuff.” You keep looking ahead even when you feel his breath hit your ear. Just feel it now that his chest is pushed against your back in an intimate position. It’s clearly his doing but why you’re the only one affected by it? Damn heart calm down or he’ll hear you!

”Uh-huh. Sure, stuff.” He’s mocking you. It’s clear as they that he doesn’t buy your poor excuse at all.

”Hey, Guk.” His previous expression melts when he sees your eyes soften. He could tell the change in your emotions as you lock eyes with him. ”I’m glad you’re here.” You share a shy smile before the elevator pings and opens on your floor cutting the moment you two had short. He curses the damn inanimate object for ruining the perfect opportunity to steal your first kiss – but it seems like the kiss will have to wait.

”Wow. Your family is loaded.” Jeongguk says it without any ill intent. The first thing he does when you open the door to the suite is jump on the bed and get into a weird starfish pose that makes you laugh.

”Not my family. It’s the groom who’s rich. He’s the CEO of Kim Industries my sister was an interpreter for them for a few months that’s how they met. After her contract ended they went on a few dates got together and after five years of dating. Boom. Here we are.” You keep smiling when you share the short version of your sister’s love story and he can’t help but admire you from the plush bed. You look really good in your outfit. He can’t wait to finally see you in a dress. He knows it’s gonna be sky blue because he asked to match his tie with your dress.

You bend down to take off your shoes unaware that this way Jeongguk has the perfect view of your tits squished together showing him a sliver of skin that you wouldn’t normally. The respectful thing would be to look away but he’s weak. He’s a man with needs and you’re the object of his desires for a very long time now.

The notification sound coming from your phone lets you miss Jeongguk’s hungry stare as you obliviously text your mother back. Once you look up he got a neutral look on his face like he was not drooling at the sight of your tits five seconds ago.

”My parents will be here by late afternoon. My sister is here though so we should go down and join them for lunch.”

”Ok. Give me a minute petal I’ll just wash my face and we can go.” You don’t have time to think about the small kiss he places on top of your hair while he passes you to reach the bathroom on your left. You never vocalised that you want Jeongguk to play the part of your boyfriend for the wedding but it would feel wrong to introduce him as a friend when you feel so much more for him. Your sister would sniff out your lie before the last syllable left your lips. She knows you too well.

Jeongguk ever since you asked him to accompany you to the wedding became a lot more touchy-feely with you. You wish you had his confidence maybe that way you would be able to tell him how you feel.

Getting out of your thoughts with a headshake you text Jimin that you arrived.

[12:21] Great! Have lots of fun with Gukie!

[12:22] Don’t do anything with him that you know I wouldn’t do 😉 love ya!

from Y/N:

[12:22] like there’s anything you wouldn’t do you nasty hoe!

[12:23] I’ll bring back a present for you, make sure not to miss me too much chim chim

”What are you smiling about?” You close your screen before Jeongguk could see it. You don’t want him to know about your feelings for him this way. He deems that you’re acting suspiciously. Are you texting other men? He hopes not. Jimin told him that you don’t have any love interest that he knows of. He wants to think that the thing that’s going on between you is mutual. You seem to react to his courting positively.

”Just Jimin asking if we arrived safely. Come on let’s go.” You pocket your phone and tug at his hand. It seems like you’re a lot more open to the skin to skin contact after he initiated it. You were just too shy to make the first move as Jimin put it.

The smell of cafeteria food draws both of you in and without much of a question you look around the selection in silent agreement. One look at the delicious display of food is enough for you to forget about your original plan of searching for your sister’s table as you pile different kinds of dishes on each other’s plates.

”Take this salad I’ll pick out the cucumbers I know you don’t like that.” You have to give credit where it’s due. Jeongguk is the perfect boyfriend. He even remembered that you don’t like cucumbers? Is it too late to steal his line and ask for his hand in marriage?

”Deal. I’ll share the chicken wings then it’s too much for me to eat anyway I got the less spicy ones so you can eat it.” You’re standing hip to hip discussing what will you share and getting the right things accordingly. You didn’t even feel the looming presence of your sister and his fiance just when she clears her throat.

”I can’t tell if you’ll eat each other first or the food.” Her comment is obviously aimed at you to make you blush but when you see Jeongguk’s ears turn red too – and it’s the most adorable sight you’ve ever seen. She seems to see his red ears too because next her eyes go to the pointed ends. Recognition shines in her orbs as she realises he’s a faerie.

His senses can pick up that she’s very happy (it’s her wedding day, of course, the bride should be happy) there’s some nervousness mixed in the pot of her emotions but it’s natural too. She looks a lot like you, you have the same eyes and nose.

You both move at the same time to hug each other, it’s been a while since you saw your sister and you missed her. Talking on the phone is not the same. She clearly missed you too seeing how tightly she holds you. Both Namjoon your sister’s fiance and Jeongguk watch the interaction with a small smile.

”It’s good to see you Hira. Let me introduce you! Hira this is Jeongguk my..uh–”

”Hi, I’m the boyfriend.” You’re glad that Jeongguk finishes for you. You were afraid you might say the wrong thing.

”Nice to meet you boyfriend of my baby sister.” She’s having an intense staredown with Jeongguk like she’s trying to reach the deepest part of his soul before her lips quirk up into a small smile. Whatever she was looking for she found it and she’s pleased. Good enough for you.

”I’m Namjoon it’s nice to meet you.” The two men share a friendly handshake and you’re happy that they seem to get along. Even your sister falls into easy conversation with him as you sit down and start eating. What started as a police interrogation led by your sister (and warden) ended up being a chat about hobbies and what kind of music he listens to. Normal stuff.

There are still traces of that anxiety you felt before getting your room key stuck to your otherwise sweet smell. Jeongguk places a hand on your knee under the table the touch is hidden from your sister’s view so you relax under the secure weight of his warm palm. This is his way of reassuring you that you don’t need to feel so stiff. You finally relax.

Jeongguk is very perceptive to emotions it’s one of his unique traits as a faerie. Sometimes being surrounded by lots of people can trigger his sensory overload. You made a note in your mind to check up on him later about it. It seems like you were worried for nothing.

Your sister likes Jeongguk and tells you that when you wait for the boys to hand the plates back to the kitchen.

”When were you going to tell me about him?” You can tell that your sister is curious – more than she’s angry about the fact that you kept your ’boyfriend’ hidden. It’s been a while since you had a boyfriend and the last relationship didn’t end too well.

”It’s kinda new. We’re still figuring things out.” You’re not lying. You sure are trying to figure things out.

You jump a little when you feel arms snake around your waist the familiar weight of his chin makes you relax against him though. It seems like your conversation about this has to wait. You look away when your sister starts to suck Namjoon’s face like she’ll take him right here in the middle of the dining room. You think this is the perfect time to excuse yourself and retreat to your room with Jeongguk.

You motion for him to follow you as you try to ignore how his hand stays on your waist and pulls you close while you walk.

”Mom and dad will arrive around four. We will have the first practice round then so don’t have too much fun!” Hira yells after the two of you when she realises you try to sneak out under her watch – she won’t have that. You hide your blushing face into Jeongguk’s shoulder when a few heads turn thanks to your loud ass sister.

”I like them they’re nice.” You’re glad to hear that. You give him a lazy smile now that your stomach is full you’re getting a little sleepy. You couldn’t get a wink of sleep last night because of your nerves and now the fatigue seems to catch up to you. Jeongguk rubs your shoulders as you lean your weight against him your eyes are almost shut when the elevator doors open on your floor number and you stumble on your feet.

”Wrap your hands around my neck petal.” You’re confused at his command but you do as he told. The next thing you realise is when you’re carried by him to your door in bridal style. Some of the guests that are staying on the same floor share a giggle with their partners.

”Jeon Jeongguk! Put me down!” Even when you’re between the four walls of your shared suite he refuses to let you go.

He unceremoniously dumps you on the sheets and collapses right next to you. You were not ready to share the bed with him so soon. Your heart is about to skyrocket out of your chest if he gets even closer. He doesn’t seem to care though as he nuzzles his face into your neck and pulls you close by grabbing your waist. Fuck it’s kinda hot that he can move you around like a doll and position you the way he likes.

”You smell so nice.” Ok now at any minute you could get a cardiac arrest. This boy is not good for your heart.

”I don’t want to ever get up. We should stay like this forever.” His words are whispered into your skin right before he places a small peck at the prodding vein on your neck.

There’s no way he can’t feel how your heart is hammering away in your chest.

He’s so close and his body is pressed against you so tightly. You can feel his heartbeat on your back and it’s going really fast. You don’t know what compelled you to act so boldly but you turn around in his hold with eyes big like saucers as you place your palm against his chest right where his heart is to make sure what you’re feeling is correct and it’s not just your imagination.

Jeongguk looks up at you with half lidded eyes – he can tell that you feel his heart beat like crazy and it’s all for you. He doesn’t try to hide it anymore he wants you to know that his heart is pumping blood and keeps him alive only for you for a while now. You had his heart all this time. Yours to break or cherish – the choice is in your hands.

”I love you.”

He is so brave laying his heart on the table. It’s only fair if you’re honest as well. So you cup his cheeks in your slightly shaking hands and mould your lips against his. They fit like puzzle pieces. He moves right you move left in perfect harmony as you taste each other’s lips for the first time. It doesn’t need to involve tongue as you shyly get accustomed to the pillowy lips pressed against yours.

”I love you too.”

Tiny sparks surround you as you continue kissing each other. The magic stored in his veins could hardly be contained as he devours your mouth getting passionate with every pressing minute he spends exploring you. There’s a sudden knock on the door it makes you two jump at the very end of the bed to get as much space between you as it’s humanly possible. Your sister’s head pokes through the crack.

”Sorry lovebirds. Come down mom and dad arrived earlier than I anticipated.”

She gives both of you a tiny smirk before she disappears with a knowing look on her face. Oh, you will never hear the end of this. She could guess by the flush on both of your faces and the way your lips are rosy and kiss swollen that you were in a passionate lip locking session when she interrupted.

”Guess we have to continue this another time petal.” Your cheeks flare a pretty crimson when Jeongguk visibly licks his lips as if he tries to savour your taste. Such a simple action can turn you on. What Jeon Jeongguk has done to you?

You feel a lot lighter now that you don’t have to hide how much he makes your heart flutter when he reaches for your hand inside the elevator. He turns you around in his arms to give your lips a few pecks as if he cannot help himself but touch you all the more now that he knows his feelings are returned and appreciated.

He knows which ones are your parents closing in on you when your hand around his arm tighten.

There are a few minutes left before the practice ceremony starts to ensure everything runs smoothly for the big day tomorrow and the guests talk among each other about how beautiful this wedding will be. However, your sister still didn’t elaborate on what kind of couple event she organized for all of you.

”Mom, dad.” You’re happy to see them and they are happy to see you. Your parents can be overbearing sometimes but still your parents. You give both of them a big hug and a kiss on their cheeks. Gravitating back to Jeongguk’s side when it’s time for you to introduce him to them.

This is a lot easier now that you don’t have to lie. ”This is my boyfriend Jeongguk.”

It feels even better to say it – Jeongguk can feel your emotions shifting from relief to happiness. His smile mirrors yours when he greets the parents. They took it well that he’s not human, he’s glad because you mean a lot to him and your parents mean a lot to you.

That’s all he ever wanted – to be by your side. He can’t wait to see you in your dress tomorrow. He caught a glimpse of it when you made sure this afternoon that you have everything for tomorrow.

”I’ll skip the if you make my daughter cry I’ll give you something to cry about because of this beautiful wedding just around the corner. I’m sure my daughter loves you dearly to bring you here.” Jeongguk gives your father a firm handshake, he’s a little intimidated by your father at first but knows that he has your best interest at heart.

”Stop with the dramatics honey. It’s clear as day that they’re in love with each other. I know our little girl is in good hands.” Your mother gives Jeongguk’s arm a good squeeze and your boyfriend matches the sentiment with a sweet smile nodding his head.

”Ignore them. They just want to embarrass me with this bad cop good cop talk.”

You pull him to your seats when the music starts. Jeongguk can hardly keep a giggle inside at how cute you look when being flustered. His thumb runs circles on the back of your hand that’s been resting on his lap during the whole practice.

You both are too tired when you made it back to your suite. After a quick shower, you grab the first thing from your suitcase and change into your pyjamas while he showers.

You engage in some lazy kisses before he pulls you close to his body turning you around so your back is flush against his chest and lets sleep envelop you after such an eventful day.

You feel a last chaste kiss placed on the side of your face before the darkness pulls you in.

Jeongguk is up before you are. The sheets are tangled around your ankles and he has a great view of your ass in your bundled up shorts. His hands stay respectfully on your waist though even if it takes every fibre of his self-control to not slide his palm under your shirt and cup your perky breasts that he can see because of your low neckline. The perfect size for his hands to grab and fondle. So much skin – he wants to kiss every inch of you.

You were already under the covers when he made it to the bed so he didn’t see your sleeping outfit. He wonders if you were perhaps expecting something to happen last night.

You were both too tired to think about sex even though the sloppy kisses he stole from you didn’t help him get a raging boner in his sweatpants. His morning wood makes contact with your asscheeks as you unconsciously push your body against his. His little moan didn’t stir you awake – not sure if he feels disappointed or relieved to see that.

He wants to let you sleep for a while but on the other hand, he wants you to wrap your fingers around his cock and make him cum.

He feels like the bad guy, thinking about different positions he wants you in when you’re deeply asleep next to him. So peaceful. He’s a wicked man but can’t find an ounce of shame in himself as he slowly gives your body a once over. His palm rubs against his clothed cock as he watches you arch your back and roll onto your stomach.

He wants to rip your shorts to shreds and get rid of the offending fabric that hides your plump ass from his view. He rubs harder feeling his cock throb inside his boxers desperate for release. Your shirt has ridden up your torso showing the skin on your back while your tits are squished to the bed underneath you.

Can’t help himself anymore Jeongguk takes his cock out and strokes the sensitive foreskin. His precum glistens as the sun shines through the blinds.

He’s so lost in his little fantasy that he didn’t see that you’re awake. He’s not that quiet while he moans your name as much as he would like to think. His eyes are tightly shut as he speeds up his hands running up and down his cock.

His low moans are bouncing around the silent room. Jeongguk doesn’t hear the rustle of sheets as you get closer or when your breath hitches when the heavy scent of his arousal hits your nose. Not touching him but close enough to get a first class view of his hands pumping his cock while moaning your name.

He’s close you can tell by the signs of his ragged breathing and how he focuses on his pink tip more spreading the precum around the head. A wave of arousal hits you.

It’s not just you. You can feel his pleasure like it is your own – the tiny particles of magic that surround the room undoubtedly come from the needy faerie. Even him is probably unaware that his magic runs free affecting you in heatwaves.

Right when he’s about to spill his seed you seal his moan with a needy kiss while your fingers wrap around the base of his cock halting his movements before he could cum all over his stomach. Jeongguk lets out a surprised moan when you take over his fingers tightly wrapped around his length you dictate a much slower pace than he has.

His eyes are open big doe eyes watching you full of lust when you push your tongue into his mouth and start the battle for dominance. He accepts your kiss with eagerness lets you take over his whole body. The pleasure intensifies.

You know he can feel you too. It’s easy to learn his body when you can tell which twist of your fingers or kisses makes him let out the loudest moans or when the pleasure in the pit of your stomach gets more intense. You two are connected by your emotions – that even if you’re not at the receiving end of the touching you feel it like his fingers are deep inside your cunt.

He’s close again his hips are thrusting into your fist and your hold on his slippery cock tightens.

Your name on his lips is fueling your desire. All it takes for your warm mouth to envelop the tip for him to shoot his load down your throat with a loud moan. You swallow.

Jeongguk pants against your shoulder pulling you impossibly close you two share an obscene kiss full of teeth and spit with his taste still lingering on your tongue.

You can’t blame him for being impatient Jeongguk removes your shorts in one go – only hooking a finger under your panties to pull it to the side before his long finger sinks into you. He gives you a few pumps to get you used to the sensation when he pushes another digit into your quivering walls fucking you with his fingers while his lips leave kisses all over your shoulders and neck.

He’s ravaging you like you’re his last meal. You tighten around his fingers ready to cum when he pulls them back with a last loud squelch. The string of your arousal breaks when he puts the fingers in his mouth sucking them clean.

”Tell me now if you want me to stop.” Jeongguk is breathless as he presses the words out like it physically pains him to offer you a way out.

His hard cock slides between your wet folds making the both of you moan. He doesn’t push inside though – not without your permission.

”Want you. Please fuck me.” You reach down to position him to your opening and he slowly pushes in between swears when you tell him he can take you.

”It feels too good. I’ll cum so quick. Fuck.” You feel the same way with your senses heightened.

You not only feel the delicious pressure of his cock parting your walls but you can feel how Jeongguk feels while your walls pulse around him. It’s even better when he starts moving. Every thought you might have disappears as soon as he starts thrusting in and out of your buttered pussy. He goes deeper each time ensuring that your walls comfortably part around his grith.

”I love you.” You confess between kisses and Jeongguk smiles at your shy words. He says ’I love you too.’ easily.

He makes sure you feel every inch of his cock in you, every vein and ridge while his tip rubs against your pleasure spot inside you. He can feel the sudden spike in your pleasure and makes sure he hits the same spot repeatedly until you start convulsing around his length releasing around his cock.

Chasing his own end Jeongguk holds your legs apart to sink even deeper than before until you can feel him in your guts. His cock stretches you out so good – uncaring that he pushes your cum out with each stroke and makes a mess of the sheets underneath you. Your inner thighs are wet from your release and Jeongguk’s ball slap against your asscheeks with each thrust.

He wants to feel you get tight again (he edged himself to the point where his self-control is slowly slipping away) so he rubs his thumb over your clit smearing your cum on the pink nub to make you squeeze around him to get his release before he stills and cums in your swollen cunt. He fucks his release into you with slow strokes while your name never fails to leave his lips as he makes sure you take every drop of his cum.

He stays inside while you catch your breaths together. Jeongguk kisses you over and over again until you melt against the sheets.

- End.

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Home for the Holidays Pt. 2 (M)

pairing: jungkook x f. reader

genre: fake dating au, f2l, christmas au, smut [18+] Put your age in your bio so you don’t get blocked please 💜 this is an 18+ blog

summary: Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad.

You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

wc: 14.3k

warnings: pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, honey, love, darling, good girl, doll), food/food mention, mention of conning JK's grandmother, mention of a blowup doll, making out, marking (scratching, biting, hickeys), jungkook has a motorcycle but his grandmother forbids him from using it while she's there, mention of jungkook's grandfather's death, one-bed trope, mention of slot machines, mention of a breeding kink, reader is on the pill, mention of being self-conscious (reader), mention of drowning in melting snow due to embarrassment, hair pulling, jungkook is a consent king (and it's hot af, okay?), fingering (f. receiving), handjob (m. receiving), oral sex (f. giving), unprotected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, creampie

a/n: a HUGE thank you to @btsgotjams27 for allowing me to scream about this JK in her inbox for weeks! and for helping me go over the ending! thank you, thank you, thank you!

read part one here

date: January 12, 2024

The moment you set foot in Jungkook’s family home, it was like stepping foot in a department store the day after Thanksgiving.

Holiday decor sits on every inch of the living room wall—there are snowflakes, snowmen, Santas, and jolly words on every bit you see.

A giant Christmas tree takes up a large portion of the living room in a corner far from the fireplace. Large red bows hung from the branches, and a gold star sat on the top. A candle on the coffee table burns, filling the home with its vanilla cookie scent.

The dining room had an elegant arrangement of candles and ribbons. A glass jar of red and gold ornaments sat in the middle as a centerpiece.

“Jungkook!” Came an elated greeting from the kitchen. An older woman came rushing toward him, her hands cupping his cheeks as she hugged him tightly.

Jungkook grunted when he was pulled to her height, swaying side to side as she hugged him.

“Never leave me,” she nearly sobbed dramatically. You bit back a laugh.

“Mom,” Jungkook wheezed. “You’re scaring my girlfriend. She doesn’t know you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking,” his mom laughs as she squeezes him one last time before releasing him.

“Mom!”

Jungkook’s mom ignored him as she stepped toward you.

“Hello,” you wave meekly. You introduce yourself, and she smiles.

“I’m Aera,” Jungkook’s mom introduces herself as she pulls you into a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you! Jungkook said nothing but good things about you. I swear he’s so in love!”

“Mom!” Jungkook hissed as he ran his hand over his face.

You giggle, linking arms with Aera. “Is that so?”

Jungkook watches as the two of you head toward the kitchen, arm in arm, while he rolls the suitcases further into the house after shutting the front door.

“Oh, Jungkook,” his mom says as she has you sit at the table. “You’re in Seojun’s old room, and this sweetheart is in yours.”

Jungkook nods as he locks eyes with you, silently asking if you’ll be okay for a few minutes while he takes the luggage upstairs.

“Here,” Aera hands you a small dessert. “Seojun made these just for you. You’ll meet him tomorrow along with his fiancée, Saraí.”

“Ooh, chocolate,” you grin as you take the chocolate and take a bite. You moan from how good it tastes, melting right on your tongue.

Aera claps her hands, turning on her heel as she grabs a few more desserts for you to try.

By the time Jungkook joins you, you’re on your third dessert.

“Mom,” he sighs. “Please don’t force-feed my girlfriend. She just got here.”

Aera frowns at her son. “Fine. You open up.”

Jungkook dodges a brownie bite and sits beside you. His mom heads back to the kitchen to grab drinks as the front door opens and shuts.

“Sorry,” Jungkook apologizes. “I told her to wait at least thirty minutes before she stuffed you full of chocolate and desserts.”

“Hello,” a voice calls. You smile, though nerves still eat at you when you realize Jungkook’s father has arrived home.

“Dad!” Jungkook rises from his seat to hug his dad tightly. Jungkook looks just like him, though a little taller and broader.

You rise from your seat, wiping your hands on your pants in a poor attempt to clean them.

You introduce yourself to Jungkook’s dad, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you, honey. I’m Dae.”

“We’re gonna go get settled in,” Jungkook says as he takes your hand. “We’ll be down for dinner.”

“When am I seeing Jimin, Joon, Tae, Jin, and Yoongi?” Aera asks her son. “It’s bad enough that Hoseok won’t join us this year.”

“He had plans, Mom,” Jungkook explained.

“Love, the kids just got home to their parents. Let them take their shoes off before you host a reunion,” Dae chuckles. Aera nods, going for her house phone to ring up Jimin’s mom across the street to chat about their boys.

Jungkook uses the distraction to lead you toward the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook groans as he plops down on the desk chair of his old bedroom. “I thought I had a minute or something before she started feeding you.”

“It’s okay,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Your mom is just excited.”

“I’ll say,” Jungkook grumbles as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Thanks for doing this.”

“No problem! Besides, those brownie bites are delicious!”

Jungkook chuckles. “There’s plenty more downstairs. Lemme show you around.”

Jungkook shows you where the bathroom is. His room is across the hall from yours, while his parents' room is further down the hallway. There’s another stairway upstairs that leads to the entertainment/game room. Downstairs is an office, a guest bathroom, and a laundry room.

The backyard is through the back door in the kitchen, and the door near the living room leads to the garage. It’s all pretty simple to memorize. You’ll mostly be on the second floor unless you have to use the kitchen or living room.

By the time you’re back in the kitchen, Jimin’s sitting at one of the chairs with a plate full of brownies and a glass of milk. He gives you a chocolaty smile as Mrs. Jeon sets a plate of cookies beside him.

“Got enough to share, Jimin?” Jungkook asks as he pulls a chair out for you before he sits beside you.

“No,” Jimin swallows his bite and downs half a glass of milk.

“Jimin,” Aera laughs, and Jimin reluctantly pushes the plate of cookies toward you and Jungkook.

“So,” Dae smiles at you. “How did you and Jungkook meet?”

“School.”

“Jimin.” You say, cringing at Jungkook’s answer being different from yours.

His parents look confused for a moment before Jimin speaks up.

“I met her in one of my classes, and we became friends. Then Jungkook stole her from me,” Jimin jokes.

Jungkook turns red. “I didn’t steal her! You said you were just friends!”

You laugh with his parents. The two men bicker back and forth like children.

“I always had a crush on Jungkook. The moment I saw him, I knew he was special,” you admit. Jungkook pauses his fake fight to look at you; his eyes are soft, and something sparkles deep within.

Even Jimin stares silently. He knew you had a crush on Kook the moment you laid eyes on him, but there was no way you were this great of an actress. After all, he had been the one to go with you to audition for Cinderella, and you tanked. Sorry to say so.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet?! True love!” Aera sings as she clasps her hands.

“Mom!” Jungkook protests, feeling his ears burn from embarrassment. Perhaps he should have prepared you for his over-enthusiastic parents.

“I hear wedding bells!” Aera continues until Dae grabs her and leads her out of the room.

“Come on, let’s go get their pajamas.”

The three of you wait until you hear their footsteps disappear up the stairs.

Jimin exhales dramatically. “You couldn’t even get the first lie correct?”

“We tried!” Jungkook hisses in response.

“Yeah,” you nod vehemently. “We got it right anyhow. We just fumbled a bit. No biggie.”

“The group chat isn’t gonna like this,” Jimin sighs. “Are you sure you can pull this off without us here?”

“It was just a little mishap,” Jungkook waved his hand. “We’ve got this.”

Jimin looks unsure but says nothing else as he gulps his milk down and rises from his seat.

“Okay, I better get back to my family. I only snuck out for treats.”

You laugh as you hug him after he’s set his glass in the dishwasher.

“Come around whenever,” Jimin instructs, kissing your forehead before waving to Jungkook.

“What’s up next?” You ask your boyfriend.

“Probably Christmas pajamas and a movie, then dinner and bedtime,” Jungkook replies as his parents' footsteps come down the stairs.

“Here they come.”

The evening flies by after you receive your pajamas. You thank the Jeons profusely as you put them on.

The couple has gone to bed, leaving you and Jungkook to finish the last two minutes of the movie.

Jungkook begins to clean up as soon as the credits roll before the two of you head up the stairs.

Hushed voices greet you as you reach the landing.

“I don’t know, Dae. Something seems fishy,” Aera said softly.

“You’re overthinking this, love. Maybe they’re just respectful or shy.” Dae countered.

“Well, Saraí and Seojun were always kissing and hugging. It just seems a little off.” Aera states.

Jungkook looks at you, worry evident on his face.

“Maybe they’re not as comfortable with PDA. That’s fine by me,” Dae chuckles as he tells his wife to go to bed.

Aera does so reluctantly.

Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom you are occupying for your stay. He shuts the door as quietly as possible before he sits on the bed and pats the spot beside him.

Once you’re on the bed sitting beside him, he wrings his hands in his lap.

“I suppose we need to be more hands-on,” he states nervously.

“How about we wake up early tomorrow and watch a movie in the living room? We can cuddle and kiss a little when we hear them get up,” you suggest.

Jungkook nods in agreement.

“Do you need anything before I go?”

You walk Jungkook to the bedroom door. You bite your bottom lip, suddenly feeling shy. He is your fake boyfriend, though.

“A goodnight kiss?”

Jungkook’s cheeks warm at your words, but he gently grips your chin with his fingers before he presses his lips to yours. Your hands grip his shirt, holding him close as the kiss deepens and your lips muffle his moans.

“Good night,” Jungkook whispers with one last kiss to your lips.

“Good night,” you whisper as you watch him go. Your heart flutters as you shut the door and press your back against it. You squeal in delight and faintly hear Jungkook chuckle as he heads to his room.

You ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks before scrambling to get into bed.

The next morning, Jungkook shakes you awake gently. “Come on, darling.”

“Mmh,” you whine, swatting at him in your sleep.

Jungkook dodges the next swipe, capturing your hand and kissing your palm.

“Baby,” he whispers as he shakes you again. You curse, peering open one eye and then the other.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumble as you sit up. Jungkook grins smugly. “Or I’d bop you on that cute nose of yours.”

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “Come on, babe. My parents will be up soon.”

“I’m sleepy,” you huff but get out of bed and follow Jungkook downstairs. He’s already got a movie playing in the background and two mugs of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table.

You try not to squeal in excitement when you see he’s poured yours into a snowman mug.

By the time Jungkook’s parents make their way downstairs, the both of you are cuddling on the couch. Jungkook’s got your head on his shoulder, feeding you pretzels and holding your hand.

Aera and Dae exchange a look but say nothing other than their morning greetings as they get ready for work.

Dae is out in ten minutes, promising to be home early, while Aera stops by the living room to kiss each of you on the top of your head on her way out.

“Seojun and Saraí will be here for dinner,” she calls as she grabs her keys and heads out the door.

You spend the day with Jungkook watching movies and playing video games upstairs. Jimin and Joon pop in for a quick visit, but their parents call them home for lunch and they leave you alone with Jungkook again.

“I think we’re doing pretty well,” you muse as you hold Jungkook’s hand while he waits for the game to load on the TV screen.

He chuckles. “Seojun might mess it up.”

You giggle, shaking your head.

“I think we’ve got this,” you state as you kiss his cheek, his jaw, and the mole beneath his lip. Jungkook sighs happily, dropping the controller on the carpet before he cups your face.

Fake or not, he genuinely enjoyed kissing you. He wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to do so now.

You moan when he pushes you back onto the couch, your legs on either side of his hips. His lips feel soft against yours as your hands slide under his shirt.

“Kook,” you moan softly as you move your head to allow him more room, his lips burning in their wake as he trails kisses down to the collar of your shirt.

Your fingers weave through his long black hair, tugging when his lips nip at your skin. He moans your name softly, groaning when you beg him for more.

His hand grips your hip, squeezing as his hips rock against you. A curse escapes you as you melt beneath his broad shoulders, your nails dragging down his back.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, his lips finding yours as his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips as the kiss deepens. You whine as you feel him press against you, your hands greedy as you pull him impossibly close.

“Shit!” A voice startles you.

You pull away from Jungkook, face warm as Jungkook gets off you.

“Sorry, we should have knocked.” A woman apologizes. She’s shorter than Jungkook and the man beside her. Her hair is curly and black, falling in waves down her back. Her beautiful golden skin appears glowing and rivals the brightness of her smile.

“We did knock,” the man says, looking at her. She jutted him in the ribs with her elbow before turning to Jungkook.

“We’ll be downstairs,” she announced in a rush as she shoved the man out the door before shutting it.

Jungkook groans, hiding his cherry-red face in his hands. “That was Seojun and Saraí.”

“Oh!” You exclaim with wide eyes. “Fuck.”

“Well,” Jungkook said, carding a hand through his hair. “At least Seojun will believe us now.”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You wrap your arms around his waist and kiss the corner of his mouth.

“To be continued?” You’re not sure where this bout of confidence has come from, but you know what you felt, and Jungkook wanted you just like you did him.

“Tonight?” He asks in a sultry tone that makes you tighten around nothing. His dark-hooded gaze makes your pulse rise, and it takes everything in you not to push him onto the couch and continue where you left off.

Jungkook holds your gaze, his tattooed hand resting on your lower back, a little too close to your behind. You bite your bottom lip, and his eyes watch you carefully as you slowly take a step back. Fire builds between you, nearly suffocating you, and you’d gladly let it for another taste of his lips.

“Tonight,” you whisper as you head for the door. You swallow thickly as you eye him up and down, a hunger pooling deep inside you.

Jungkook presses his thumb to his bottom lip as he devours you with his gaze, knowing one more lingering look will be all it takes to have you screaming his name as loud as your lungs allow.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook and you join Seojun and Saraí in the living room. Jungkook introduced you to the couple as he sat beside you on the loveseat.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Sarai exclaims. “Seojun thought you were imaginary.”

“Babe,” Seojun protests.

“¿Que no?” Sarai asks him with a raised brow. “Didn’t you say Kook probably had a blowup doll?”

Jungkook and Seojun burn brighter than Rudolph’s nose as they sink into the couches. You laugh along with Sarai at the men’s expense.

“I like you,” you said with a bright smile. “We’re gonna get along just fine.”

Sarai smiled, “We have to stick together.”

“Saraí,” Seojun whines. “We just got here. You can’t recruit my little brother’s girlfriend against me already.”

“Why not?” Saraí asks with a mischievous grin.

Seojun groans as he shakes his head, but his smile never dims as he looks at his fiancée. You cuddle up to Jungkook, and his arm drapes around you before he kisses the top of your head, almost second nature.

A few hours later, Saraí and you share the couch upstairs while the Jeon brothers fight over the working controller.

Saraí follows you on all your socials as she lies beside you. The both of you laugh as you show each other funny TikToks. Despite only knowing her a short amount of time, you’re glad she’s easygoing and loves to talk. It takes the pressure off you having to recall any information from Joon’s PowerPoint and flashcards, though the information is ready to be pulled at any moment should you need it.

“So then he takes me to the very top of the building,” Saraí gushes as she shows you a photo on her Instagram account. “You know, the ones with the glass panes you can stand on to overlook the city? Well, I was busy looking at the city while Seojun was turning green behind me! He’s terrified of heights, but he knew I wanted to go up there since forever, practically!”

“I almost threw up,” Seojun comments as he gives the controller to Jungkook, he’s no longer interested in fighting his younger sibling over the controller that doesn’t stick.

Saraí laughs. “I turned around to tell him to join me. The view was incredible!”

You hang on her every word as she swipes to another photo.

“And that’s when I noticed the mariachis and Seojun down on one knee. He even had my family there!” Saraí wipes a stray tear as she recounts her proposal and shows you more photos of the grand event.

Seojun smiles at Saraí, hearts in his eyes. He turns to Jungkook with a raised brow. “It’ll be you two before you know it.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Jungkook coughs as he looks at you for help. His eyes have tripled in size from panic.

“Yeah,” you nod, feeling like a bobblehead. “We’ve only been together for a bit.”

“Four months?” Seojun asks.

“Five!” You and Jungkook answer in unison, startling the happy couple.

You clear your throat. “Almost six.”

“Nowhere near you guys time together,” Jungkook adds as he nervously tweaks the buttons on the controller.

Saraí waves her hand. “You’ll hear wedding bells before you know it.”

“Yeah,” Seojun chuckles. “Ours.”

The two giggled before you and Jungkook exchanged nervous looks.

How far would you take this?

Dinner passes without incident. Aera and Saraí are elbow-deep in wedding plans, scheduling lunch with Saraí’s mom before the evening ends.

You excuse yourself when your friends show up, and the lot of you head upstairs with a plate of warm cookies accompanied by a tray filled with glasses of milk and mugs of hot chocolate.

Seokjin is on the lookout, watching the door as Joon gets comfortable beside Jimin and Yoongi.

“How’s it going?” Taehyung asks as he takes Jungkook’s phone to upload a few more pictures to Instagram.

“Yeah,” Joon says through a mouthful of cookies. “Jimin says you fucked up the first question Momma Jeon asked.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook hisses.

“The first one?” Seokjin scoffs as he looks over his shoulder at you. “Babe, I would have done better.”

“I’m the one who needed to date someone!” Jungkook hisses louder.

Seokjin shrugs. “I said what I said.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at his friends and calms down when you grip his arm.

“His parents thought we weren’t all over each other like Saraí and Seojun. We have to kick it up a little for them,” you state, your lip caught between your teeth.

“Damn,” Yoongi sighs. “If they see through it, your grandmother won’t fall for it, Kook.”

“Don’t give up now,” Jimin insists while holding a rough sketch. “We’ve worked so hard for this. I already started designing my room in Kook’s new place.”

“Give me that,” Jungkook rips the paper from Jimin’s hands and crumples it.

“I have copies,” Jimin smirks.

“Look,” Taehyung speaks up. “We’ve all done our part. We just gotta get through it.”

Namjoon nods. “Tae’s right. We all did what we said we’d do, even Hobi. He’ll be in town before the new year, and we can’t tell him the plan tanked. We all worked too hard for this. Let’s see it out.”

“I’m in,” Seokjin shrugs, feigning nonchalance by looking at his nails.

“Same,” Yoongi and Jimin add with a firm nod.

Joon and Tae look at the two of you.

Jungkook looks at you, and you nod. You were already knee-deep in it; might as well make it to the other side.

“Alright, we’re in,” Jungkook states ruefully.

“Don’t worry, one of us will try to be around when Grandmother Jeon arrives. It’ll be a piece of cake!” Jimin grins.

It was not a piece of cake.

And if it was, it was a shit cake.

Grandmother Jeon rolled up with enough suitcases to rival a traveling circus.

“Mother,” Dae gasps as he greets her at the front door. “What’s all this?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Jungkook’s grandmother huffs as Dae and Jungkook help bring in the suitcases.

Aera dashes to the kitchen for refreshments, and you hurry after her in a panic.

“First, I misplaced my bingo winnings on the train. Then, they threatened to kick me off because Luna wouldn’t stop barking!” Grandmother Jeon looks at all her bags until Jungkook holds one away from him while he pinches his nose.

“Oh, there she is! Kook be a dear and take her outside. Rinse her dog carrier for me. These old bones aren’t what they used to be,” she says as Dae helps her to the couch and then shuts the front door.

“Mother,” Dae said as he sat beside her. “Why didn’t you call?”

“Oh, I didn’t want to be a bother!” She waves her hand about. Her glasses slip down her nose, and her hat is tilted.

“You’re never a bother, Mom,” Dae states as he helps her out of her shoes and faux fur coat.

“Good,” Grandmother Jeon states firmly. “Because Luna and I need a place to stay for the holidays.”

Jungkook freezes with Luna, a yapping black and white chihuahua in his arms. “What?”

Dae sends a glare at his son. “Of course, you can stay with us. What happened?”

“Dang cellphone made my reservations for next Christmas,” Grandmother Jeon huffed. “Dang things are called smartphones, more like dumb phones. Scheduled me for the wrong year!”

Dae exchanges a look with Jungkook, but neither says a word as you and Aera walk into the living room with coffee and cookies.

“Oh, Aera! You look lovely! Keeping my boys in line?” Grandmother Jeon asks with a smile.

“Always! We're so glad you’re staying with us,” Aera says genuinely, hugging the older woman.

“Ooh, you know me. I gotta spread a little holiday cheer everywhere I go,” Grandmother Jeon jokes before she spots you.

“And who is this marvelous woman hiding behind you, Aera?”

Jungkook opens the back door, puts Luna out, and rushes to your side before you can blink.

“Grandmother Jeon, this is my girlfriend,” Jungkook tells her your name, and her eyes light up like the fairy lights on the Christmas tree.

“I’m Grandmother Jeon or Minji, whichever you prefer, dear. Let me look at you,” she coos as she takes your hands and looks you up and down.

“You’re beautiful,” Minji grins widely.

“Thank you,” you smile shyly.

“And you know how to take a compliment. I like that! Confidence and a tough exterior are what you need to wrangle in these boys. They’ll give you more heart attacks than you can handle. Troublesome they are,” Minji shakes her head.

“Mom!”

“Grandmother!”

“What?” Minji raises a brow, daring them to protest further. “Am I lying?”

“No,” Jungkook and his father shake their heads, avoiding eye contact.

“Thought so,” Minji laughs. “Don’t worry, dear. Jungkook is the least troublesome of them all, though that motorcycle I saw on the driveway is enough to earn a lecture, Jeon Jungkook!”

“But-!”

“Jeon Dae, what did I tell you about my grandbabies riding those!” Minji sighs heavily as she lets you go.

“Mother,” Dae starts as Minji rises from the couch. “He’s old enough to make his own decisions.”

Minji whirls on Jungkook, a sharp, well-manicured nail poking his broad chest. “You stick to driving while I’m here, sweetie. I don’t think my old heart could take it seeing you riding around town on that motorcycle.”

“I promise,” Jungkook raises his hand, and Minji grins, reaching to pinch his cheek.

“Good boy,” she states before releasing him. “Now who’s gonna show this old bag of bones and her pup to her room?”

“Mother, you’re only-” Dae is cut off by a glare so icy it could freeze Hell and all its inhabitants.

“Get my dog, son. She gets cold without her winter wear,” Minji grumbles as she heads towards the stairs. “She’s your little sister, after all. You should treat her as such.”

“Mother,” Dae sighs heavily, but he knows it’s a losing battle. He opens the back door instead, and Luna walks into the home after wiping her feet on the mat.

“Jungkook, sweetie, be a doll and get her wipes from the pink bag for me. I have to get her cleaned up before dinner,” Minji says as Dae hands her the little chihuahua.

“She’s not going to expect Luna to have a seat at the table, is she?” You ask Jungkook’s mom as you watch Dae and Jungkook carry her bags up the stairs.

Aera says your name with a whimsical smile. “Expect the unexpected.”

Jungkook knows you’re trying your best not to stare, but you fail miserably.

Dinner is in the dining room with the large dining table that seats twelve, but there are only eight of you tonight.

Dae sits at the head of the table with his wife on the left and his mother on the right. Beside Aera, Jungkook has taken his spot while you sit beside him. However, you can’t help but look at Luna in her high chair across from him.

Seojun sits across from you with Saraí on his right. She smiles politely as she tries to muffle a laugh in her napkin. She was as surprised as you the first time Minji rolled into town with her dog and the high chair.

You’re sure Luna is eating out of a crystal bowl and drinking from a crystal goblet. The only thing that sparkles more than both is the ring sitting on Saraí’s finger.

“So, sweetheart,” Minji starts as she dabs at her mouth. “How did you meet our Kookie?”

“Mother,” Dae shoots an annoyed look her way that she waves off with a perfectly manicured hand.

“I’m merely curious,” Minji smiles softly, her pearls draped over her bubblegum pink dress. There’s not a silver hair out of place, nor is her lipstick smudged from eating and enjoying a glass of wine with dinner.

“We met through Jimin,” Jungkook answers for you, but Minji continues to stare at you, awaiting a response.

“We met through Jimin at school. Jimin and I shared a class and introduced me to Jungkook and his friends. I had a crush on him since the first time I saw him,” you can feel the heat rise in your cheeks as Jungkook takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before setting it on the table.

“So, who broke first?” Seojun asks with interest, ignoring his “aunt” as she chews on her steak.

“Jungkook,” you giggle as you recite the story Yoongi had concocted. “We went on a walk after dinner one night and he confessed. Asked me out for the next night, and we’ve been dating ever since.”

“We went to the beach for our first date,” Jungkook adds. “Shared a milkshake on the boardwalk.”

“My Kookie finally found someone!” Minji claps her hands, startling the dog beside her.

“Do you have pictures?” Aera questions as she rises from the table.

Luna finishes her meal, and Dae takes her outside while Jungkook and Seojun clear the table. You send Jungkook a wary look, but he smiles in reassurance, mouthing, “You’ve got this.”

“Let’s head to the living room for tea and hot chocolate,” Aera said as she dashed to the kitchen to grab drinks and desserts.

Saraí goes to help her while you help Minji to the couch.

“I don’t know how to snoop on the phone like Seojun loves to do,” Minji laughs as you take your phone out of your pocket.

“Ah, there’s my boy,” Minji says as she adjusts her glasses to look at your Lock Screen. A photo of you and Jungkook in matching Christmas sweaters greets her.

“He looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me before he passed. Love is a magical thing, dear. It can get you through almost anything,” Minji says, full of wonder as she stares off into the distance for a moment before she clears her throat.

Your heart sinks in your chest. Jungkook hadn’t mentioned his grandfather before and seeing Minji now and going through with this plan was making you feel sick.

“I hope we didn’t miss anything,” Saraí sings as she sets down a tray of hot drinks. She hands one to Minji before she takes one for herself.

Aera and Dae join you, while Luna curls up under the Christmas tree on the tree skirt beside the presents.

“I hope we did,” Jungkook utters, only to be elbowed by his older brother.

“I saw a few photos on Instagram this week,” Seojun comments as he grabs a cookie. “You both look cute.”

Saraí helps Aera log into her account so she can see the photos on Instagram while you show Minji the pictures on your phone.

“The two of you are adorable,” Minji coos as you show her another photo. Jungkook watches on from beside his father, the two sharing the couch closest to the fireplace.

For a moment, Jungkook can pretend that it’s real. That you fit into his family perfectly, just like Saraí does. That they adore you just like he does and that you could possibly love him.

Thirty minutes later, Minji is yawning and calling for Luna. The two head upstairs slowly, yawning and wishing everyone a good night.

“Oh, dear,” Aera says as she looks at you and Jungkook. “We gave Grandmother Jeon Seojun’s old room.”

You look at Jungkook with wide eyes.

“You don’t mind sharing Jungkook’s old room, do you?” Aera asked as she and Saraí cleared up the drinks and cookies. “It’ll be just like at home.”

“Um… yeah,” you cough as you look at your feet. “Just like home.”

“Perfect,” Dae says as he helps clean up. “Why don’t the two of you unpack in Jungkook’s room, and we’ll see you in the morning?”

“Sure, Dad,” Jungkook takes your hand, saying goodnight to his family before leading you up the stairs.

On the landing, you hear his grandmother and Luna snoring already, and you wonder how they could fall asleep so quickly.

Jungkook leads you into the bedroom and shuts the door, pressing himself against it.

You’re careful not to trip on his suitcase as you open yours to get your pajamas out. You’ve been following Hoseok’s strict clothing schedule and you’ve sent Hoseok photo confirmation every day so far.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook whispers as he walks toward you. “I never thought this would happen.”

“What do we do?”

“I’ll sleep upstairs in the game room,” Jungkook answers. His back already hurts from imagining a night on the lumpy couch.

“Your parents will know something’s up,” you hissed in response.

“I’ll sleep on the floor, then,” Jungkook shrugs. “Problem solved.”

“But it’s your room. Your bed.”

“And I got you into this mess,” Jungkook frowns. “It’s only for a few nights, anyway. No biggie.”

You bite your lip but say nothing as you take your pajamas and step out of the bedroom to go to the bathroom. You change and brush your teeth before going to the room once again.

Jungkook goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do his skincare routine before returning to the room.

He grabs extra blankets from the closet and a few pillows before he lies down on the floor.

The two of you stare at the ceiling in silence.

“Well, this is awkward,” Jungkook chuckles.

You throw a stuffed animal at him.

“Jungkook!”

“What? You were thinking about it!”

“You didn’t have to say it,” you grumble as you roll on your side to stare at him. You pull the covers over your shoulders, shivering in your oversized tee and pajama shorts. Hoseok dropped the ball with this one outfit, but maybe he didn’t care too much about your sleeping clothes.

“Goodnight, sweet girlfriend of mine,” Jungkook coos, wiggling his toes in those dreaded toe socks.

“Goodnight,” you huff, sticking your tongue out at him.

Wednesday greeted you with Luna’s obnoxious barking.

You groaned as you placed a pillow over your head, hoping to drown out the sound, but alas, it was no use.

“Koo,” you whine, throwing a pillow at him. He grunts in response from his makeshift bed on the floor.

“I hear it too,” he murmurs as he tries to cling to sleep, but it’s useless.

Cursing, Jungkook sits up. He stretches and yawns for a minute before getting to his feet and folding his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows. His back and neck would be hating him all day.

With all the excitement of Grandmother Jeon and your new sleeping arrangements, there wasn’t any time for any practice.

Now you have bedhead and morning breath, and god, you hope you don’t have dried drool on the corner of your mouth. You can’t let Jungkook see you like this!

“Close your eyes!” You hiss as you scramble out of his bed.

Jungkook's eyes widen in alarm. “What?! Why?!”

“Just do it! Don’t look at me!” You hiss as you hear the barking move further away. You try to step over your fake boyfriend but trip on a blanket and fall beside him.

Jungkook grunts when you elbow him in the stomach, and before either of you can move, the door opens, and Jungkook’s mother stands there with wide eyes.

“Um, breakfast will be ready in a bit,” she says as she shuts the door as quickly as possible. Perhaps next time she’ll remember to knock, but after the commotion, she was worried someone was hurt.

“Great,” Jungkook sighs as he falls back into his pillows to stare at the ceiling.

What a great way to start his morning.

Jungkook’s parents and grandmother are gone for the rest of the day. Something about slot machines and Grandmother Jeon feeling lucky… or did she say she was gonna get lucky?

“Luna Patrice Jeon,” you huff, stomping your foot as you try to get her coat on her, but she wriggles in Jungkook’s beefy arms.

The two of you were supposed to be outside five minutes ago, and all your friends and their dogs were waiting for you and Jungkook.

Jungkook had managed to put Luna’s booties on, but she was a squirmy little thing when it came to her coat and earmuffs. Minji had been very thorough with her instructions, and Jungkook promised to watch his aunt.

His dog-aunt.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Seokjin coos as he lets himself into the Jeon home.

Luna pants as Seokjin rubs between her ears and easily gets the coat on her. About four inches of snow had fallen overnight, and the dogs were eager to play at the park just down the road.

“There we go, Luna. That wasn’t so bad, huh?” Seokjin grins as he kisses the dog on the forehead and puts the earmuffs on.

“God, he’s a dog whisperer,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, but Seokjin ignores him as he sets Luna in the stroller with her blanket and some treats. He zips the stroller shut and carries it out onto the sidewalk.

“I can’t help it if the ladies love me,” Seokjin smirks as he sends a wink your way. You smile bashfully, giggling when he blows you a kiss.

“Hey!” Jungkook stomps his foot. His cute bunny nose scrunching. “You’re my girlfriend!”

“Better keep her close, JK!” Jimin teases as he pushes his dog stroller.

Namjoon and his little dog wear matching coats and booties, leading the group down the road. Taehyung pushes his stroller, where his Pomeranian sleeps wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and Seokjin carries Hoseok’s dog that he may have snatched for this outing.

“Who knew we’d end up pushing strollers this Christmas break instead of clubbing,” Yoongi chuckles as he meets up with you at the end of the block. In his stroller with the spinning rims sits his dog, Holly.

“Almost seems like we’re growing up,” Taehyung wipes a fake tear from his cheek as the group pushes the strollers on the sidewalk.

“Who do you think will push one of these with an actual child first?” Namjoon asks as his dog sniffs the snow, his nose freezing at the contact.

“Jungkook,” the group answers as Jimin and Taehyung push their strollers in a light jog, racing to the first tree they see a few feet away.

“Pfft, why me? I’m the baby,” Jungkook protests.

“Aren’t you the one with the breeding kink?” Yoongi smirks as he walks past the two of you.

Jungkook is left flabbergasted. His face rivals a tomato’s as he feels his ears burn just as bright.

“I told you that in confidence!”

“Whoops!” Yoongi cackles as he joins the race between Tae and Jimin.

Jungkook wonders if four inches of melting snow would be enough to drown him.

You push the stroller with Luna, giggling as you jog past Jungkook.

“Sucks for you!” You call over your shoulder. “I’m on the pill!”

Jungkook curses Yoongi, running after him as he threatens to end the Min line with him.

Namjoon smiles as he walks beside Seokjin, enjoying the chaos he created from his question.

“You’re an evil little man,” Seokjin cackles as Namjoon laughs and follows the group.

Thursday afternoon is filled with last-minute Christmas shopping.

Seojun and Saraí have joined you. Seokjin and Jimin tagged along, but it seemed they weren’t as necessary now as they thought they would be.

Sure, Seokjin still curbed the conversation when you or Jungkook failed to answer a question or two about your relationship, but it wasn’t anything detrimental. The group honestly thought you had this in the bag, and with Christmas only three days away, there wasn’t a whole lot to worry about.

Jungkook rubs his neck for the fifth time. He can’t seem to get rid of the soreness he’s gotten from sleeping on the floor.

You pull him away after you lose Jimin and Seokjin in a department store with blasting Christmas music.

“Sleep with me tonight,” you said as you held Jungkook’s hand in a surprisingly empty aisle. The hustle and bustle of shoppers falls into the background, and all Jungkook can hear is the rapid drumming of his heart.

“W-what?” He stutters with wide eyes. He toys with his lip ring, a nervous habit of his.

“Sleep with me on the bed tonight, Kook. You’re obviously in a lot of pain, and I feel bad.” You frown as you turn him around to rub his neck and shoulders.

Jungkook resists the urge to curse, biting his lip to hide a moan as you get into the muscles. Fuck, he really needed to sleep in a proper bed soon.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks as he slowly pulls your hands off him to hold in his.

“It’s only for a few more days,” you shrug. “Grandmother Jeon leaves for her cruise before the new year, so why not?”

Jungkook is reluctant, but as a cramp hits his neck.

He nods. “If you’re sure.”

“Definitely,” you smile as you lace your fingers with his to lead him out of the aisle. You lead him out of the store and toward the giant Christmas tree in the center of the mall.

You take your phone out and snap a cute picture of the two of you before looking at it and see mistletoe on one of the branches above your head.

Jungkook blushes as he pecks your lips, but you pull him back in for another kiss. You fist his jacket in your hand as you pull him close, your lips moving with his perfectly as the cool metal of his lip ring brushes your lips. You moan when he nips at your lip, gently sucking it before releasing it.

His dark gaze sends tingles down your spine as you wrap your arms around his neck, and he leans in to kiss you again.

“Tonight,” Jungkook murmured against your lips, the two of you stuck like magnets, unwilling to pull apart.

“Tonight,” you agree as you kiss him again, your fingers tugging on his lush locks just enough to make him curse against your lips.

“You’ll pay for that, baby,” he groans when you do it again.

“I can’t wait, Koo.”

Your shower takes longer than usual that night. You shave, exfoliate, and lotion every bit of you that Jungkook might touch.

You’re nervous but excited at the thought of him touching you. Just kissing you nearly sends you over the edge sometimes, and the way he grips your hips as if he must be anchored to you to breathe, well, it’s a nice feeling.

By the time you’re climbing into bed, the house is silent. Jungkook turns on his mood lamp, and his playlist plays softly in the background.

He’s made sure to lock the door this time to keep his mother out.

A purple towel is draped over his shoulders as he plops down on the desk chair. He gives his hair one more rub, but he’s already had the hairdryer on it for a bit.

You try not to ogle his bare chest, the colorful sleeve of tattoos grabbing your attention almost

immediately as he sets the towel down.

“Mind if I sleep without a shirt on? I tend to run hot,” he explains as he tongues his ring.

“That’s fine,” you squeak as heat rushes to your cheeks. You pull the covers to your chest, wiggling your toes as you avoid meeting his gaze. Though his abs are now in your view, and your thighs press together in response. What you wouldn’t give to kiss every beautiful ridge of his torso, taking your time on his sensitive brown nipples. You wonder if he’d ever get them pierced.

“Need anything while I’m up, babe?” Jungkook asks as he stretches, his arms raised over his head and you nearly whimper as you feast on his perfect physique.

You’re nearly salivating by the time he’s finished stretching. He tilts his head as he waits for your answer but you blink owlishly and finally meet his gaze.

“Hmm?” You ask as you blink again as he laughs. He shakes his head as he crosses the distance between you, moving the blankets out of the way as he gets into bed with you.

“You’re adorable,” he whispers as he pecks your nose.

You smile, clearing your throat as you lie on the bed. Jungkook turns on his side to face you, and you do the same. His arm drapes over your waist, and you snuggle in closer.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, almost as if it were a secret. Perhaps it is with the way he strokes your waist, refusing to make eye contact; afraid of what his words will shift.

“I’m glad I’m here too, Kook. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” you admit as his gaze meets yours. He studies you for a few moments. His beautiful eyes sparkle like the stars in the night sky, shining brighter and brighter with each passing second until they flutter shut and his lips mold to yours.

“Jungkook,” his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks in between kisses, his hands never straying from your hips until you guide them upward to cup your tits. He curses, dark eyes piercing through your soul as you make him squeeze them.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Jungkook kisses you again, swallowing your moans as his thumbs brush your pert nipples. Your hands settle on his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he trails kisses down your neck until he hits that one spot that has you seeing stars behind your lids.

“Jungkook,” you sigh as you part your legs for him. He settles between them as your nails rake down his broad muscular back. You’d love to kiss every inch of it. Leave your mark behind for all to see. For now, you’ll settle for your scratch marks, storing each of his delicious sounds for later.

Fiery lips meet yours as his hips rock against you. His hands feel every bit of you, moving when he notes any hesitation.

“Is this okay?” He asks softly, his gaze locked on yours.

You nod.

“I need words, baby,” he says as he brushes his thumb along your jaw. “I need to hear it.”

“Please,” you swallow thickly, mesmerized by his soft doe eyes. “I want it. Want you.”

Jungkook traces your bottom lip with his thumb, admiring your beauty for a moment before he kisses you again as if it were the last time.

Time means nothing to you as you melt beneath him. His hands are hot against your flesh, needy where they meet to pull you closer. Your name escapes him between moans and gasps, your hand guiding him between your legs.

“Please,” you beg as he pushes your shorts to the side, groaning when he feels how wet you are.

“No panties, darling?” He grins as he kisses your jaw and trails downward.

“Didn’t think I needed them,” you gasp when his fingers brush your clit. He’s teasing you. He wants to see how far he can take you before you beg him for more, plead and whine until he gives you just what you need.

Jungkook licks his lips, shaking his long hair out of his eyes before he tongues his lip ring. His breath fans against your heated skin, teeth gently nipping your earlobe as he whispers, “You were right.”

Your thighs shake at the sound of his seductive tone, spreading further for him as he lifts your shirt to bunch above your breasts.

“Keep that right there, baby. Can you do that for me?” He raises a brow, and you nod.

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing your lips before making his way down until his fingers are tugging on your flimsy sleep shorts.

“Can I take these off?” Jungkook asks as he meets your eyes. You nod, feeling fire pool deep in your belly. You want him desperately, almost embarrassingly, with how soaked you are for him already.

When he doesn’t make a move to take them off, you remember he wants you to be vocal about your consent.

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook pulls the shorts down your legs at a snail’s pace, giving you enough time to change your mind if you wish to. You encourage him by lifting your hips and kicking the shorts off to be lost on his bedroom floor.

You don’t get a chance to be self-conscious as he cups your face and kisses you so deeply, that you almost wonder if he’s in love with you.

The pounding of your heart is deafening as the kiss deepens and his hips press against your cunt. Your name rolls off his tongue, cursing and groaning when his hard cock grinds against you.

“You’ve soaked my sweatpants,” he laughs breathily, and you clench around nothing. Your face feels like it’s burning, but from lust or embarrassment, you’re not sure. Jungkook kisses your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips.

“S-sorry,” you apologized as he rubs your clit, his nimble fingers circling it just to make you whine. Jungkook teases your entrance with his tattooed fingers, loving the way you whimper and beg for more, biting your bottom lip to keep from getting too loud.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan when he finally sinks two fingers in knuckle-deep. You clench around them as he slowly fucks them into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he focuses on the rise and fall of your chest.

Jungkook palms his cock with his other hand, moaning softly when your eyes lock. He smirks as you reach for him and he places your hand on his cock.

“Can you take them off?” You ask bashfully, and he chuckles before slowly taking his fingers out of you. He sucks them into his mouth, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he gets a taste of you.

Fuck, he’d have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for the rest of his life if you’d let him.

Your thighs tremble as he steps back, cunt soaked and dripping onto his sheets. You’re the first girl he’s had in his bed like this and he hopes your scent lingers long after you’re back home.

Jungkook is a vision. An Adonis among men. Michaelangelo himself would have shed a tear upon gazing at the masterpiece that is Jeon Jungkook.

Speechless, you reach for him as he chuckles. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it on his chest.

“Do as you wish, my love,” Jungkook says as he follows your hand with his hooded gaze.

Your brain seems to be empty of all thoughts except Jungkook. His name, his body, that sinful smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. He’s eyeing you with mirth, licking his lips as your hand descends until it’s cupping his erection.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you stroke him, your fingers sliding under his boxers to feel the weight of him in your palm. He groans, whispering your name as you continue to stroke him, pausing only to spit in your hand. He takes the moment to tug his boxers off.

Jungkook kisses you as you touch him again, his fingers finding their home between your thighs as he gets you to nearly sing his name in praise as you tighten around him.

“Wish you were wrapped around my fat cock, babe. I’d make you scream even louder,” he goads as you muffle your cries in his broad shoulder right beside his little scar.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as he kisses you deeply. It’s hot, messy, all teeth and tongues and desperate touches as his cock pressed against your clit. You’re soaking wet, dripping onto the sheets and allowing his cock to glide easily, the fat head bumping against your clit as your legs wrap around him trembling at his sides.

“Koo!” You whine, biting down on his shoulder. Hasty kisses meet his skin as you soothe the pain of your love bite. Your body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, arching into him as you orgasm, squeezing his fingers until they’re soaked beyond his wrist.

Jungkook cries out your name, lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss that swallows his moans and groans as he cums all over your cunt. His hips rock against you until he’s well spent, cock too sensitive to go on.

“Shit!” He breathes as he lies beside you with his arm over his head.

You’re warm and sticky beside him, his cum coating your skin generously. Jungkook kisses your cheek as he pulls you to him, using his other hand to fix his boxers.

He doesn’t like the way they cling to him and he’ll be sure to clean himself up as well as you before you go to sleep.

Silence fills the space between you as you stare at each other with bashful smiles and gentle touches. Jungkook kisses your lips softly, his fingers caressing your cheek.

“I really do like you, ya know,” he admits, and it sends your heart soaring into the heavens.

You bite back a giant grin as you lace your fingers together. “I really like you too.”

Jungkook blushes, kissing you once more before he climbs out of bed to get cleaned up. He assures you he’ll be back in a few minutes and he cleans you up with a warm washcloth and helps you to the bathroom.

Once you’re both in bed again, he snuggles into you. His fluffy hair splays on your chest as he snores softly. You smile to yourself as you hold back a yawn.

Jungkook sleeps soundly as you stroke his hair, hoping this can be more than just pretend.

Christmas Eve brings a blanket of snow and Seojun and Saraí.

Though you and Jungkook haven’t done more than fool around that one night, you’ve found it hard to keep your hands to yourself.

Seojun, Saraí, and Jungkook took you sledding at one of their favorite spots.

Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi were already there when you arrived, holding hands with Jungkook.

“Where are Joon and Seokjin?” You ask as you hide your face from the wind on Jungkook's shoulder. He laughs as he tightens your scarf and kisses your head.

“They went to pick up Hoseok at the train station. Hoseok’s parents are busy prepping for Christmas Eve dinner, and his sister is bringing someone home,” Jimin explains as he hands his sled to Taehyung to take a turn.

“Sounds serious,” Yoongi comments with a sly grin.

“My parents keep asking when I’ll bring someone home,” Jimin sighs. “Are you free next Christmas?”

Jungkook scoffs. “As if.”

“Not you.” Jimin rolls his eyes before saying your name.

Yoongi laughs as Taehyung comes back.

“I don’t think passing me around as a fake girlfriend is what your parents mean, Min,” you shake your head as you take the sled from Taehyung.

Jimin shrugs. “Worth a shot.”

Jungkook glares at him before you tug him away to the top of the hill. He helps you onto the sled before he gets on behind you and pushes. You scream and close your eyes as you go down, laughing when you come to a stop moments later.

“Wanna go again?” Jungkook grins as he helps you up. You shake your head as you pat the snow off your clothing.

“I’m good,” you laugh. “Once was enough.”

The trek back up the hill is rough as you stomp in the snow to reach your friends. Jungkook hands the sled to Yoongi as he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

Despite admitting to liking each other, you haven’t talked to determine what that means. For one, you kind of like this limbo you’re in where you’re not not together but also not truly faking either.

At one point or another, you’ll have to have that conversation, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Jungkook looks too cute with his giant snowball.

Oh, no.

He’s heading toward you and Jimin. This is what happens when you get lost in thought. Jimin grabs your hand and pulls as Yoongi and Taehyung run in the opposite direction.

Jungkook cackles as he chases after you and Jimin. The snowball rises high in the air as he shouts, “Come get your Christmas gift, Park!”

Luna herds the family up the stairs later that night when she’s ready for bed.

Jungkook and you wear your matching pajamas. An evening of food, laughter, and photos has drained you as you go up the stairs after Minji and Luna.

Jungkook keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding your sleepy self up the stairs and down the hall.

“Goodnight, honey,” Minji kisses Jungkook’s cheek and then yours.

You smile as you climb into bed with Jungkook beside you. His mood lamp is on, and you’re grateful for the pink stars that light the ceiling. Even at your age, you’re still a little scared of the dark.

“What’s on your mind?” Jungkook asks as he rolls to his side to face you.

You face him, your fingers laced with his.

“I’m just really glad I came to your home for the holidays. It’s been amazing. You, your family, everything has been perfect.” you smile warmly as he brings your knuckles to his lips to kiss gently.

“I’m glad you came. I know this whole thing has been a little odd, but getting to know you and being here with you has been the best part of this Christmas.” Jungkook pecks you on the lips, unable to control the smile that lights up his face.

Your gaze holds his, the sparkle in his eyes making you fall for him a little more as they grow brighter with each passing second.

“Kiss me,” you whisper as you lean in closer, and he closes the distance between you with his lips. They’re soft and taste like strawberry chapstick when they brush against your lips. You break apart for a moment, his eyes revealing more than you want to speak of now.

Instead, you whisper, “Kiss me again.”

Slowly, Jungkook kisses you again. He cups your face while you tug on his shirt, quickly removing it from him.

His breathy laugh brushes your skin as he noses at your throat. “Eager?”

“Shut up,” you hiss, climbing on top of him as his hands grip your hips.

Jungkook groans at your words, licking his lips as you take your top off to discard on the bedroom floor. Your fingers make quick work of your bra and soon you’re left topless and horny on top of him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses as he gets an eyeful of your breasts and nearly drools as his hands move upwards to cup them in his hands. You moan his name when his fingers brush the sensitive nipples, making them peak.

As much as he loves seeing you on top, Jungkook wants to take his time with you. This was a turn of events he wasn’t expecting, otherwise, he would have waited for your first time together to be at his place, in private where you could scream his name as loud as you wanted.

However, he won’t pass up the chance to have you. You’ve had such a hard time keeping your hands off each other even around your friends. Stealing kisses and sneaking off to make out in dim hallways and busy restaurant alleys. Light touches under tables, lustful looks shared across the room until you could sneak off together and kiss as if your lives depended on it.

If Jungkook could do this all over again, he would. Only he’d make you his from the get-go. But that’s a thought for another time as your hands glide up his torso, moaning at the sight of him.

“Jungkook,” his name tumbles so sweetly from your kiss-swollen lips.

His breath fans across your face as he chuckles. His dark locks create a curtain between you. Slowly, your fingers push his hair out of the way to find his sparkling eyes locked on yours. You melt beneath him as he kisses you.

Your hands grip his strong shoulders as your legs wrap around his hips to pull him close. Jungkook laughs at your eagerness, teeth nipping your bottom lip before releasing it.

Jungkook kisses his way down to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin until his name fills the bedroom. You cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he’s quick to remove it.

With lust-filled eyes, you watch as he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each fingertip until he’s kissing your palm and moving upwards.

Jungkook wants to take his time with you. Show you his appreciation from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. He knows you’ll only let him do so much before you beg for more, more, more…

Like clockwork, your fingers thread through his hair directing his lips to yours as you kiss him with everything you’ve got. He moans against your lips, cursing when you tug on his bottom lip.

Your hands move downward across the massive expanse of his back, each muscle rippling beneath your touch as you arch into him. Your hips grind against him, the thin material of your shorts already soaking wet with your arousal.

Jungkook nearly growls when he feels it, cock throbbing in the next moment. He hikes your leg up higher on his waist, his hand grabbing your ass as his lips feverishly seek yours.

Gasps and moans fill the space between you in between hot, needy kisses that make your toes curl. Panting, you beg him for more as his hands tug your shorts off to toss on the bedroom floor; forgotten until morning.

You lay bare beneath him as he sat back on his haunches. His hands lace with yours, a soft bashful smile on his lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes never straying from yours as he leans in for a kiss.

Jungkook’s had enough teasing. His hands grip your thighs, cursing when he feels your wetness on your skin. He slowly rubs your clit, his dark hooded gaze on yours.

“Fuck, baby,” he curses as he moves his fingers downward and slowly slides them inside you. He watches you closely; loves the way your eyes flutter shut and your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he curls his fingers and rubs your clit with his thumb.

“Kook,” you moan when he goes faster, slipping a little deeper just to watch you tremble. “Fuck me.”

You’re tired of waiting. You’ve wanted this since before you shared your first kiss and now being naked in his bed is becoming too much. You’ve dreamed of this time and time again and it’s about to become a reality if Jungkook can stop teasing you and just split you open.

You’ll beg, plead, and cry if you have to just for a taste of him. Just for a moment of sweet bliss.

“Please,” you beg as your hands palm over his cock in his pajama pants. You’re quick to tug them downward and Jungkook laughs at your excitement. He gets off the bed to kick them off and your mouth waters at the sight of his thick cock as he wraps his hand around it and strokes it.

You bite your bottom lip, watching him intently until you’re getting on your knees and crawling to the edge of the bed.

Jungkook groans when your hand wraps around his length. Your tongue licking the head teasingly. His gaze burns into the top of your head as your lips wrap around him. You relax your jaw as you take him in further, drooling all over yourself as you remind yourself to breathe through your nose.

He feels heavy on your tongue as you open wider. His hands grip your hair hesitantly before you pull off him.

“Don’t be scared,” you giggle. “I won’t break.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you wrap your lips around him once again. He lets you find your pace, not pushing too deep before he’s guiding you. Your hand rolls his balls while the other strokes him.

“Just like that. Fuck,” Jungkook throws his head back, the mood lamp illuminates the room, accentuating the veins in his neck, and he curses again. You moan around him, slurping as you get messy, bobbing up and down, gagging on his fat cock while Jungkook loses his mind over your pretty lips.

He pulls on your hair, using it to fuck your mouth until your nose presses to his abdomen. You choke, pulling off him to catch your breath.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” Jungkook tongues his lip ring as he takes you in. You’re breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hair is mussed from him tugging on it, and your lips are smeared with spit and his pre-cum. You look beautiful.

Jungkook leans forward, kissing you. All teeth and tongue, unable to resist how gorgeous you look in that moment.

It’s not too long before you’re back on the bed with your legs spread wide open for him, begging for his cock once again.

“So needy,” Jungkook coos as he strokes himself, the fat head of his cock brushing your clit.

“Please,” you whimper, trying to raise your hips in hopes that he’ll just slide right in. “Fuck.”

Jungkook bites his lip. He’s never seen anyone so desperate for his dick. It makes him throb as he teases your entrance and a whine of his name escapes you, nails digging into his back.

“Don’t make me find someone else,” you huff.

Jungkook rolls his eyes as he kisses your jaw, trailing upward to your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth.

“They can’t fuck you as good as I will,” he laughs cockily.

You arch into him, lips meeting his in a needy kiss as he slides into you. The stretch is wonderful. Stars illuminate your vision as Jungkook’s lips muffle the moan that threatens to wake the whole house.

The two of you have managed to keep the noises down to a reasonable level but Jungkook knows his luck might run out if he gets too carried away. Shit, he should have waited until he had you to himself at his apartment or even your dorm.

“Gotta be quiet, baby. Or I’ll have to stop,” Jungkook whispers as he sinks in further. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No, please don’t stop. Koo,” you press your lips to his shoulder as he goes deeper, gripping your thighs with his large hands. He settles between your legs perfectly, cursing at the ceiling at how warm and wet you feel wrapped around him. It’s better than he could have ever imagined.

Jungkook grabs both of your legs, throwing them over his left shoulder as he pummels into you.

Tears flow down your cheeks. The pleasure is too overwhelming, lighting your body ablaze with each deep thrust that rewards you.

“So tight,” Jungkook grunts as his hair falls over his eyes. He pushes it back with his tattooed hand before moving it down to grope your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple just to listen to the sweet cries that escape you.

You tighten around him, soaking his cock as you cover your mouth with your hand.

Jungkook smiles, fucking you deeper, harder. Your cunt clings to him, thighs shaking as he holds your legs to his chest. His lips press a kiss to your calf before you dig your nails into the sheets beneath you, beyond ruined.

The creaking of the mattress is louder than Jungkook would like, but you look like you’re about to combust. His name leaves your lips in quick succession, nearly panting as tears roll down your cheeks, leaving behind stains as you bite your hand to keep from screaming his name as you tighten around him when you cum.

Jungkook fucks you slower, eyes focused on where your bodies connect. He waits for you to calm down, leaning forward to kiss your lips.

“Can you go for one more?” Jungkook asks in between kisses, your tongue meeting his as he cups your face.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, wanting more of him.

Jungkook kisses you one more time, moaning into the kiss as you clench around his cock. He nearly growls when you do it again, moving your hips against his.

“Let me get you on your hands and knees, darling,” Jungkook says as he pulls out of you and you whine at the loss.

Jungkook chuckles. “Easy, doll. You’ll have my ego growing bigger.”

You laugh, flipping him off. Jungkook laughs, leaning forward to gently nibble on your finger before you rip it out of his mouth.

Smirking, Jungkook helps you onto your knees as you plant your hands on the bed, arching your back.

Jungkook runs his tattooed hand over your back, gently slapping your ass just to watch it jiggle. He couldn’t lie, seeing you in jeans made his mouth water and there were a few times he had to excuse himself after staring at it for too long.

“Kook,” you say his name in a wanton tone that makes him melt.

Your eyes lock and he smiles as he grabs your ass in both hands, spreading you open for him. Your face grows hot as you turn around, unable to handle the dark lust-filled gaze he rewarded you with.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more time as he lines himself up at your entrance, cursing when you welcome him easily.

His hands grip your hips tightly, almost enough to bruise. His name rolls off your tongue. You nearly drool when he reaches places others have only dreamed of.

You're so warm, so wet. It nearly drives him insane as he spears you on his cock. You’re soaking him, absolutely drenching him, and ruining him for anyone else. You’re the only one he wants, the only one he could ever want, and as he throws his head back in pleasure, he loses himself to thoughts he’d only shared with Yoongi.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook growls, gripping your ass as he continues to fuck you. He cards his hand through his hair, feeling sweat bead on his brow as you grow restless and fuck yourself on his dick.

“Just like that, baby. Use me. Use my cock. Fuck,” Jungkook groans as you fuck yourself on him, panting and moaning. He can see you biting down on his pillow, cunt pulsing around him as you scream into the pillow trying to keep quiet.

Jungkook watches you for another moment or two before he’s slamming into you. You cry out, face buried in his pillow as he grabs handfuls of your hips and ass, unable to decide what to use to anchor himself as he fills you again and again.

“Fuck, darling. You feel so good wrapped around me,” Jungkook grunts as his eyes flutter shut. His body tingles all over, and your moans are growing in octaves despite the pillow clenched between your teeth soaked with spit and tears.

The obscene smacking of your coupling is almost too loud but Jungkook can’t be damned to give a single fuck as you clench around him, nearly milking his cock. He moans your name and curses as you tighten around him, moaning incoherently as you orgasm once again. Your poor legs shake as you ride it out, sobbing unintelligibly into the bed as praises you.

“Want to fuck you full of my cum, baby,” Jungkook can’t help himself as he thrusts in deeper. He’s so close. His lip is caught between his teeth as you fuck yourself weakly on his cock, your body still tingling.

“Please, do it,” you spur him on as you clench around him, tempting him.

“Baby!”

“Jungkook!”

“Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping. Gonna fuck it all back into you, baby. Make you think of me all day.” Jungkook curses as you meet each of his thrusts, his fingers finding your sensitive clit as you muffle a wail of his name in your hand.

“Come on, love. Just one more for me, pretty girl,” Jungkook encourages as he nears the edge. He curses, losing himself as he fills you, and you tighten around him, soaking him and the sheets. A whimper escapes you as you fall forward on the bed, utterly spent.

Jungkook exhales deeply as he fills you to the brim before pulling out. He’s tempted to spread your legs and set them on his broad shoulders, lick you clean, and put you to bed.

But you’re spent, eyes barely open as you reach for him.

Jungkook kisses you gently. “Gotta clean you up, babe.”

You groan, legs already feeling sore. Jungkook helps you out of bed. He puts a shirt on you and opens his bedroom door as quietly as possible. He peeks into the hallway, making sure the coast is clear before he leads you to the bathroom.

Jungkook made sure you were steady enough to not fall before he ran to the room to change the sheets and pillowcases. By the time you’re back, he’s in a pair of boxers.

“Get in bed, babe,” he instructs as he helps you in and tucks you in. “I’ll be right back.”

You watch him go, waiting for him and smiling when he comes back a few minutes later with some water. He lets you drink a bit before he gets into bed beside you.

You curl into him, still unsure of what all this means, but you don’t care much when he wraps you up in his arms and holds you close.

“Sleep well, darling.”

Christmas morning passes in a whirlwind of breakfast and movies. Lots of stories from Jungkook’s childhood; few you heard from the man himself and more from his parents. Jungkook grows embarrassed soon, but nothing beats the flush on his cheeks when his mother pulls out the photo albums. Lunch came and passed with more stories and photos as Jungkook hid his face on your shoulder.

It’s not until after dinner that you’re all gathered in the living room with Minji and the Jeons.

“Come here, dear,” Minji pats the spot beside her as she holds a large pink photo album in her lap. One she brought for your arrival.

Jungkook sits on the arm of the couch next to you, curious eyes on the album as Minji opens it and takes out two envelopes.

One she hands to Jungkook and the other to you.

You’re confused. The family had exchanged gifts just after dinner with good wishes and warm coffee and cookies. Wrapping paper and gift bags still littered the living room floor.

“The two of you are so good together,” Minji comments as Jungkook kisses the top of your head. “I had this same talk with Saraí and Seojun when he first brought her home. Same with your father and your mother, and now you.”

Minji places a hand on yours. “I first met Jungkook’s grandfather at the Christmas parade in town. Oh, we couldn’t stand each other one bit!”

Jungkook chuckles as he listens to his grandmother.

“We were assigned the same parade float, and I swear that man was as stubborn as a mule! He wanted goats instead of reindeer, fireworks instead of candles, and he wanted me to be Santa! He said he’d be an elf! He was over six feet tall! An elf!” Minji shakes her head as she points to a photo of her as an elf and who you assume to be Jungkook’s grandfather as Santa.

“I arm wrestled him for it!” Minji exclaims proudly. “In front of his friends, and I won fair and square! I grew up with three brothers.”

You laugh as she turns the page, and Minji sits with her brothers. They all smile in the photo and make silly faces.

“I thought he’d be embarrassed that I beat him. But I got my way. I stood my ground and he claimed that’s when he knew I was the one for him,” Minji continues as she flips the page and runs her fingers over her wedding photo.

Tears pool in your eyes as you look at Jungkook. He looks like he’s about to cry, and guilt fills your chest.

“That man gave me a wonderful life. Beautiful children and cute grandkids. I miss him every day. Stubborn man he was, but there was nothing we couldn’t get through together.” Minji wipes a stray tear before smiling fondly.

“Anyway,” she sniffles as she sets the album on the coffee table.

“I wanted to give you two something special to get you started. I know you haven’t been together for too long, but Jungkook looks at you the way his grandfather looked at me and you the way I looked at him. I know it deep in my soul that you two belong together.” Minji smiles warmly as she takes your hand and Jungkook’s. “Be good to each other.”

You wipe a few tears and look at Jungkook. He opens the envelope, and it holds a photo of a home (not an apartment) with the address written on the back and a small gold key.

You can’t do this.

Not anymore.

The Jeons have welcomed you with open arms and all you’ve done is lie to them. Guilt washes over you in waves as you force yourself not to cry. This is wrong.

You hand the envelope back to Minji before rising to your feet. Your heart pounds in your chest, nearly deafening you as you try (and fail) to steel yourself.

“We lied,” you state, wringing your hands in front of you.

Jungkook frowns as he hands his envelope back to Minji. Guilt bubbles deep in his belly, and he knows this has gone too far. He should have never gone on with this scheme. Conning his grandmother? He felt terrible. He should have told the truth from the beginning.

“We aren’t a couple,” Jungkook admits, feeling the confused stares of his family. “We lied to you all.”

Aera and Dae stare at their youngest son and then at you.

Minji shakes her head.

“I lied,” Jungkook continues as he takes your hand. “She had nothing to do with it. I begged her to help me. I’m so sorry, Grandmother Jeon.”

Seojun stares with furrowed brows as Saraí places her hand on his shoulder. He couldn’t fathom why his little brother would lie.

“I thought Grandmother Jeon would give me an apartment or something if she thought I was seeing someone seriously like Seojun.” Jungkook hangs his head in shame. “The lie kept growing and growing until I was too embarrassed to tell the truth. I never meant to hurt anyone. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not all his fault, Grandmother Jeon,” you said as you squeezed his hand. “I agreed to help. You’ve all been so welcoming, and I didn’t have a place to go for the holidays, and I agreed. We never intended to harm anyone. We’re both so sorry.”

Minji laughs from her seat, surprising Aera and Dae.

“I know all about your little scheme,” Minji laughs, shaking her head as if this were the most comical thing she has witnessed. “Jimin’s grandmother hits the slot machines with me, and that boy sure loves to open his mouth. I’ve known since I arrived, honey.”

“Jungkook! Why would you lie? You know you could have told us anything!” Aera crosses her arms as she scolds her son.

“I just felt pressured,” Jungkook admits, and his mother sinks. “I hadn’t dated in a while, and I know you’d like to see me married like Seojun, but it just seemed like this is what everyone wanted from me.”

“Son,” Dae approaches him, hugging him. “We know we can be a little pushy, and I promise you will no longer feel pressured to settle down. We just got excited over Seojun. We wanted you to have the same happiness and partnership he and Saraí do.”

“Your father’s right,” Aera nods as she hugs Jungkook. “Oh, my baby! I’m so sorry for pressuring you! I just worry about you being alone so far away.”

“I’m fine, mom. I’ve got friends, and now I have her.” Jungkook reaches for you once his parents release him from their hugs.

Aera hugs you. “I’m so sorry for all this. We enjoy having you here. You’ve made our son and family so happy with your presence. It’s been a joy getting to know you and seeing how happy you’ve made our Kookie.”

You smile, hugging her tight before Minji hands Jungkook the envelope again.

“That’s yours to do as you please,” she states as she hands you your envelope.

You open it and gasp when you see two tickets to a resort you’ve wanted to go to. They’re dated for Spring Break.

“I’ve got a place down there that you’re welcome to visit during your vacation, but Jimin’s grandmother and I will be busy partying.”

“Mother!” Dae exclaims in shock.

“What? I’m old enough to drink! I’ve been old enough to drink.” she shakes her head with a laugh.

“I can’t accept this.” you try to return it, but Minji won’t take it.

“No takebacks!” She grins as she rises from the couch, and Luna follows her, yapping at her ankles.

“Should we go see the Christmas lights?” Seojun suggests as he rises to his feet and helps Saraí.

The family heads out to join the rest of the neighborhood on a walk. Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin join you as you let your families go on ahead without you.

“How’d it go?” Hoseok asks as he shivers, his ears peeking from his beanie.

“Yeah,” Seokjin grins. “Did you get the apartment?”

“Did the plan work?” Taehyung questions.

“Yes,” you say with a wry smile.

“And no.” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Huh?” Yoongi furrows his brows.

“Jimin needs to learn that gossiping with your grandmother can bite you in the butt!” Jungkook hisses as he laces his fingers with yours.

Jimin pales, turning his head and whistling to appear nonchalant.

“Yeah, Min!” You agree with a laugh as Jungkook kisses your cheek.

“I thought she’d forget!” Jimin defends as he gets playfully shoved by his friends. The snow crunches beneath your feet as you continue to walk, the glow of the Christmas lights reflecting on the snow.

“Oh no,” you giggle. “Jimin’s grandmother told Grandmother Jeon.”

“And she knew the moment she stepped into the house,” Jungkook sighed with a shake of his head.

“Whoops!” Jimin laughs.

“So much for ‘Con Jungkook’s Grandma, huh?” Namjoon sighed as a chill ran through him. His scarf fluttered in the light wind as snowflakes fell from the sky.

“Shut up!” Jungkook laughs as he stops to form a snowball.

Seokjin laughs, pulling Yoongi with him as they run away from Jungkook.

Hoseok and Jimin slam into each other in their haste to escape the ricocheting snowball that smacks Namjoon in the chest.

Namjoon curses, forming a snowball as Taehyung runs away, following Yoongi and Seokjin, begging them to protect him.

You laugh as you take off, running with Jungkook as Namjoon hurls a snowball in your direction.

Laughter fills the streets of the neighborhood as more people join the snowball fight while you jog away with Jungkook, holding hands as you hide behind a tree for cover.

You’re pressed to his chest, peeking to see if you’ve been discovered yet, but being so far away from everyone just means silence surrounds you.

The evening is quiet as snow continues to fall, and Jungkook wraps his scarf around you to keep you warm. You’re wearing matching coats, hands warm in your gloves as he pulls you closer.

Everything fades into nothingness as his gaze meets yours. His hand is gentle when he cups your face. His gaze flits to your lips and back to your eyes.

“You know this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” Jungkook whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper as you hold his gaze.

“There’s only one thing that would make it better,” Jungkook smiles softly.

“And what’s that?” You ask as you bite your bottom lip.

“If you were mine,” Jungkook said with a dimpled smile. “For real this time.”

“I think I can make that happen,” you tease with a coquette smile. “But only with a kiss.”

Chuckling, Jungkook cups your face. “As you wish, baby.”

Jungkook captures your lips with his own, moaning when your fingers thread in his hair. He kisses you deeply as snowflakes coat your hair and his.

There’s nothing better than kissing Jungkook, your boyfriend. The word makes your heart skip a beat as he deepens the kiss, soft moans escaping the both of you as your lips move in sync.

Jungkook can’t help but be elated. His heart flutters as he realizes this is your first Christmas together. The first of many. He can see his future in your eyes—a home, a marriage, and children running down these streets covered in snow and Christmas lights.

There’s nothing more he could ever want.

When he catches your gaze, a bashful smile appears on your lips as you ask, “What?”

Jungkook shakes his head slightly, “Nothing. Just thinking about next Christmas.”

“Oh, will I be back?” You ask cheekily as he pulls you closer, the laughter of your friends ringing in the background as they grow closer.

“Definitely.” Jungkook seals his promise with a kiss just as your friends arrive, hooting as they circle you.

“Come on, lovebirds,” Namjoon huffs. “Momma Jeon’s got hot chocolate and cookies waiting for us.”

You laugh as Jungkook takes your hand, smiling as his friends race down the sidewalk to be the first on Momma Jeon’s porch. You smile, imagining all your Christmases like this, with your friends and Jungkook at your side.

Before you reach his home, Jungkook stops you just beneath the door frame before pointing up. Mistletoe hangs above your head, and you share a smile. Jungkook gently places his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing it as he whispers, “Merry Christmas.” before he kisses you.

<< part one

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Ungodly Hour (3)

When your mother is sent screenshots of your tweets, you lie & claim that it was an inside joke between you & your boyfriend. @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111

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Warning: dirty talk, simp jungkook once again, oral (f/m receiving) face riding, 69, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected sex, degradation kink, submissive reader, dom jungkook, slight jealous and possessive jungkook, but like we love this jungkook,

“Never knew you lived alone.” you say as your eyes scan around the clean, spacious apartment.

“I’ve invited you over plenty of times.” Jungkook closes the door behind him, takes off his shoes and makes his way towards his kitchen. “You always shot me down.”

You follow him into the kitchen with a roll of your eyes, sitting on the island to watch him take out the fresh food he just bought today for dinner. “Who knows what you’d do to me if I stayed here.”

“Exactly what you beg me to do when we’re at your house.” Jungkook sends you a smile before turning away from you.

Jungkook had a point, you’re sad to say.

Jungkook begins to cook, wrapping a black apron around his torso tightly as he does so. You laugh at how persistent he is, your stomach churning with unknown feelings - you refuse to believe it’s because you like him more than a fuck buddy.

The phone call you got from your mother was an embarrassing one. She called you non-stop, and when you finally answered, you were left completely worried about what in the world she could be in such a rush to speak about.

Your tweets were not what was on your mind when you answered. She had told you that she was sent a screenshot - you blame your brother and his treacherous ways; who else would it be? “Are you prostituting yourself?” your mother’s disappointed voice asks over the phone and a side of you wants to laugh. Maybe in a way this could be prostitution - but you and Jungkook had a form of relationship. You were close friends, you’d say, often hanging out together even outside of sex - so you didn’t consider it prostitution. Just maybe a favor for a favor.

“No, of course not!” was your response, completely flushed with hot embarrassment. “Who told you about twitter? How did you find it…?”

What made your mother stop ranting was you exclaiming that Jungkook - or the “horny boy who comments on your posts” as she puts it - was your boyfriend and everything you were tweeting was just an inside joke between the two of you - a joke she obviously didn’t get.

When you made an obvious lie to your mother, she was skeptical. You never mentioned any boyfriends before and it was news to her. She wanted to meet Jungkook, already telling your father about the embarrassing tweets and what “the new generation are doing on their social media platforms” that he didn’t care about.

So, this is how you and Jungkook found yourself in his apartment - a rather spacious, clean and overall nice apartment - with him cooking dinner for you, himself and your parents. Once viewing your tweet, he had called you instantly, declaring that he was going to be the best fake boyfriend your mother ever met.

“Smells good.” you murmur after about 30 minutes, looking up from your phone.

Jungkook knits his brows and chuckles. “Does it?” he asks. “I had to bring out the fine china for my in-laws.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re pushing it.” you quip.

Jungkook lowers the fire and turns towards you. His apron is slightly messy, but it only meant that he was a good chef. He places his hands onto the table, your eyes catching the way his veins pulse.

“I’m serious.” Jungkook says. “There’s no going back from this now. We mind as well start thinking about marriage.”

You raise a brow and tilt your head.

“I mean,” Jungkook taps his fingers onto the island table. “after I woo your mother and show her how amazing I am, there’ll be no other man who’s going to have that love in her heart.”

You begin to laugh at Jungkook’s words - even if he did have a point. Jungkook would be the type of person your mother would want for you to date - which made the fake dating aspect more comical for you.

“You’re laughing now,” Jungkook smirks, leaning forward to capture your lips in a quick, off guard, peck. His soft lips shut you up and leave you wanting more. “but I’ll be having the last laugh when she invites me to all the holiday dinners.”

You lick your lips, attempting to not let Jungkook see you flustered. “Is that so?” you decide to humor the man. “You’ll put yourself through humiliation even when I do find a boyfriend?”

Jungkook’s eyes are right on yours, starting with a serious expression. Slowly, his smirk turns into a thin line and then you begin to feel as though you crossed a line with him - maybe even hurt his feelings in a way.

Jungkook pokes his tongue through his cheek, but then he tilts his head once more and gives you that toothy grin. “Sure. You’ll keep seeing me at these holiday dinners or get-togethers because your mother will love me so much, I'll basically be part of the family.”

Jungkook turns away, turning off the stove. His eyes darted to the clock hanging high on the wall, there was another 30 minutes until your parents would arrive.

“You’ll still sit on my face even if you did bring a boyfriend around. And I’ll make you cum each time.”

Jungkook’s words catch you by surprise, but it leaves you hot nonetheless. His eyes are staring right through you once more - he knows what he’s doing and you hate it - hate that he knows what he could do to you with just his words.

“That sounds absurd that you think I would keep you around even if I did have a boyfriend.” you quip, challenging him.

“But you will.” Jungkook retorts all too quickly. “You’ll do nothing but have that” Jungkook raises a hand and does air quotations. “boyfriend running away.”

You’re taken aback, but before you can respond, Jungkook does.” When you realize that only I have the patience to handle that spoiled princess bitchy attitude you portray, it’ll make things easier for the both of us.” he shrugs. “Until then, I’ll let you live out this fantasy of a fake boyfriend coming around.”

Jungkook waits for you to respond to him with petty remarks. He doesn’t tell you, but he enjoys the petty debates you and he share - maybe because each time it ends with you sitting on his face.

You don’t speak, and Jungkook knows yet again, he has you beat.

“You want to sit on my face?” Jungkook questions with a raised brow after a few moments of a silent staring battle.

You nod, and now the both of you are scurrying to his bedroom - his leading the way. Jungkook doesn’t botter shutting the door, there was limited time he had. He’s already pulling at your pants when he enters the room.

Jungkook lays down upon his bed just as your pants fall. “Just push them aside.” he says in a hurry. “Cute.” he murmurs at the pastel lavender underwear you wore - they were velvet and soft. “Are these new?”

You position yourself above Jungkook’s lips and nod your head. “You should know. It was your credit card that was swiped.”

Jungkook snorts but nods. “I don’t check where you go when I give you my card.” he begins to kiss your inner thighs.

“This is why Jimin hates me.” you giggle, biting your lip. “Spending all your money on me while he has to fight for hulu again.”

Jungkook places a kiss on your clit. “I’m not fucking Jimin.” is all he says before diving into your clit. His tongue begins to lick between your folds and now your back is arching.

Jungkook licks your clit like a man starved, determined to make you cum. His hands rub your thighs encouragingly like he usually does, wanting you to get enough pleasure as you could.

You begin to rock your hips against his tongue, biting your lips. You could never say no to Jungkook offering to pleasure you - he does it so often now that it becomes a part of your weekly routine.

“You’re holding back.” Jungkook muffled words hit your ears. His finger slides between your panties, pushing them aside so he has more access to lick upon your clit. Just as you open your eyes to look at Jungkook, he lifts you up slightly to spit onto your clit, just to lap it up entirely, along with the arousal you provided him.

“S-Stop doing that.” you murmur, but even you can’t help but moan. Jungkook understands your body right now, only knowing his perverted actions would cause you to buckle your hips against his tongue even harder.

Jungkook doesn’t respond, just lies and watches as your face contorts with pleasure. His hand roams your bare thighs until he reaches your ass. He rubs it gently, a slight encouragement for you to get your high off.

With each thrust of your clit upon his tongue, Jungkook feels himself grow hard - but this wasn’t about him. He enjoyed pleasuring you, truly - even when you did nothing for him in return. Watching you knowing that he had you this way was worth it.

Jungkook willingly slurps and groans onto your clit, his hands now squeezing your ass. “If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” you say, and Jungkook does it even harder, a look in his eyes that tells you “that’s the point”.

‘F-Fuck.” you lift yourself from Jungkook’s tongue against his wishes.

“You didn’t cum yet.” Jungkook pushes you back down against his tongue, preparing himself when you speak.

“I know you’re hard.” you turn yourself around so you’re facing his erect cock. His sweats appear tight when you know they aren’t, but that’s due to his hardened cock.”Wanna cum in my mouth?”

Jungkook groans. He doesn’t answer, just dives back onto your clit. He has a firm grasp against you, ensuring you don’t move away from him this time.

You don’t waste any more time, hands roughly tugging out Jungkook’s cock. It springs out and you wrap your mouth against the tip, sucking it just know you know Jungkook likes it. Your nails dig into his thighs as your head bobs up and down, sucking him in deeper each time.

Jungkook’s fully moaning now into your clit, hips thrusting to meet your warm mouth. He doesn’t understand fully how you do this to him each time - there was never a dull moment with you. Sex each time only became better and better; he never wanted it to end.

“I-I don’t think I can let you cum in my mouth.” you say, popping Jungkook’s cock from your swollen lips. Your tongue licks up the shaft of it before you kiss the tip. “Please, just fuck me.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. When Jungkook wanted to, he could easily throw you around like a ragdoll. You’re grateful that the man with such stamina and strength never fully displays it unless you wanted him to.

“We only have about five minutes.” Jungkook centers himself at your entrance, enthralled at how amazing your ass appeared arched for him - no matter how many times you blessed him with such a view.

“Maybe then, fuck…” Jungkook begins to enter you, your pussy immediately clenching around him. “...you have five minutes to fuck me like you mean it then.”

Fuck you Jungkook does. His thrusts are completely brutal, both hands firmly against you. His left is on your hips while his right is pressing your back against his mattress. The sounds of skin slapping echoes off of his walls, the neighbors would surely know about this one.

“Your pussy’s so wet for me, baby.” Jungkook grunts, eyes bouncing between the arch of your back to the way you were creaming his cock. “And to think you thought about having a boyfriend that wasn’t me.”

You knew Jungkook wasn’t going to let that down, but you were far too into his dick to care about what he was saying to fuel his ego - Jungkook did this constantly. “No one could fuck you as good as me” he’d say. “Your pussy was made for my cock.” was another. Your favorite was his praises towards you. “You look so beautiful taking me.” or “You ride it so good, baby.”

Jungkook’s right hand reaches for your neck, hoisting you up. His cock goes even deeper and now you’re unable to suppress your whimpers. “You know no one else can deal with you like I can.”

Jungkook’s lips press open mouth kisses against the nape of your neck.

“I know.” you whimper, submitting to Jungkook like he wants.

It’s amazing to think how different the two of you were while intimate. Jungkook appeared like the submissive type to others, always doting on you (even if there wasn’t an actual label on the “relationship") while you appeared dominant and demanding. But when Jungkook was in the mood (with your consent, of course) it was like a switch turned in his brain, and he wanted (needed) you to know that you were his.

“Exactly.” Jungkook chuckles. He’s hitting your spot with each thrust, not letting go of your neck. “I think you just enjoy being a bitch.”

You clench around him at the degrading word, Jungkook notices.

“You enjoy teasing me, saying how you’d give my pussy away to someone else.”

“I-I’m about to cum!” you wail, eyes clenched shut. It was Jungkook’s fault - fuck him and his good dick and his dirty words. Maybe you were into a little bit of degrading and maybe even a little masochism - you were already submissive to Jungkook. You had to fight back agreeing with the man and telling him that it was his pussy; you would never hear the end of it if you did.

“I bet.” Jungkook retorts smugly. “You love it when I treat you like a whore off the street, huh?” Jungkook shakes his head, squeezing your neck a little harder. “I’ll fuck you however you’d like, Y/N, because deep inside, you know you’re my girl. You aren’t going anywhere.”

You cum on the spot, his words truly getting to you now. Jungkook allows you to fall into his pillows as he continues to pound inside of you. His thrusts are sloppy, and he knows even he has little time left until he cums.

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, pondering that maybe he has gone a little too hard on you - but then you turn your head slightly to face him and you give him those eyes. The same eyes he can never say no to.

Jungkook cums deep inside of you, twitching. He’s hissing, his eyes fluttering at the sensational feeling. There was nothing better than getting to cum inside of you - it felt more intimate than pulling out (even if he did enjoy coating you with his cum).

Jungkook takes a few deep breaths before pulling out of you. It was times like this he wished he could capture the moment - you completely fucked out with his cum dripping out of you. It’s the sick satisfaction he often thinks of when he’s alone - that you allowed him to do this to you when you are known as the closed off girl with the resting (beautiful) bitch face.

Jungkook places your panties back to cover you, lightly tapping it. “I’ll be saving that for later.” he sighs in satisfaction. “You okay? I wasn't too rough, right?”

You sigh deeply. It takes you a moment to turn but when you do, you nod.

Jungkook gives you a wide smile. “Okay. Get up. They’ll be here soon.” Jungkook tells you. “We can’t have them knowing I fucked the shit out of you.”

Your eyes widened but you couldn’t help but laugh. You hide your face with your hands. “I’m so sleepy, though.”

Jungkook grasps your hands, placing a kiss on both of them. “We have the whole weekend to sleep in.” he says, and it’s then you remembered you agreed to spending the weekend with Jungkook, him insisting that after dinner he can just drive you back to your home and pack a bag. “And I have the whole weekend to show you just how much you are my girl.”

Jungkook sends a wink your way and you can’t help but roll your eyes, even if the pits of your stomach are churning and your body feels hot.

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Mutual Help | #02

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

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"Can you pretend to be my girlfriend?"

"What?" you breathe out, shaking your head as if to make sure you've heard him correctly. "Pretend to be your girlfriend? Are you kidding?"

But he doesn't look as if he's kidding. He's looking at you with hopeless eyes, or maybe it's just an alcohol in his system that makes him look like a lost puppy.

"No," he gulps, slowly shaking his head. "If Kiko sees me with another woman, maybe she'll want me back. She told me she loves me. Maybe she'll want me back once she sees me with someone else."

"You realize how ridiculous and stupid that idea is? You're an adult, Jungkook. That's just stupid." you tell him, feeling yourself getting tired but you don't allow yourself to close your eyes. You'd doze off right away.

"I know, it's pathetic. But it's the only idea and a hope I have left."

"Kook, that's not healthy. What if she doesn't care?" you ask him carefully, eyeing his slumped figure.

"Then I'll have to move on." he answers, dryly gulping as if he's repulsed by that idea.

"I don't know, Kook. I don't think it's a good idea. You're not some teenager who needs to prove something to her. If she let you go, then it's on her. She was stupid enough to do that."

And he stays quiet, leaning his back against the headrest as he allows his eyes to rest. Without thinking anything further, you do the same thing. There's a comfortable silence in the room and for a moment, you think he's asleep. But before you can allow yourself to drift next to him on his couch, his raspy yet soft voice booms between the walls.

"Did you really bring me banana milk?"

A wide smile spreads on your lips as you nod, before you realize he can't see you. "Yes." you answer him, not moving an inch knowing he's going to beg in a second.

"Can you give it to me?" he asks quietly, almost as if ashamed that what he really asks for right now is a stupid banana milk.

"I thought you're not a fucking kid." you quote his words while teasing him. You knew he couldn't resist.

"Y/N," he growls, not pleased by your teasing but you're already standing up and turning the lamp on before you go to rummage through your bag, until two small bottles of banana milk are in your hands.

You can barely hand it to him before he's already grabbing the bottles, placing them into his lap as he opens one of them. He happily drinks it, smacking his lips once he gets the first taste. You can't help but snort at the sight in front of you.

"I've missed you." he blurts out, eyes widening as he waits for your reaction. He hastily looks at you, noticing your amused gaze before you smile at him.

"I've missed you too." you admit, knowing how genuine your words are.

Jungkook seems to be relieved that you've missed him too, which makes him feel even worse for acting like an asshole earlier today. It was embarrassing enough that Jimin and Taehyung had to see him in that kind of state – depressed and distant.

"I'm sorry for acting like an asshole earlier," he admits, "And I'm glad Jimin called you. God, those two are awful at making people feel better."

You can't help but laugh at that, remembering their distressed faces and Taehyung's desperate need to pour alcohol into depressed Jungkook. If the situation wasn't so serious, you'd laugh straight away then.

"Nah, it's okay. We all have our bad days and your reason was quite valid. Remember when I threw a remote at you? I don't think you were worse today."

"How can I forget? You got your period and I made a single joke thinking you'll find it funny. Who knew you'd throw a remote at me."

You can't remember what the joke was, but you were so annoyed with him that you grabbed the first thing and threw it at him – which happened to be your TV remote. It was back in the day when you both spent almost every day together. It's really been awhile since the two of you just sat and talked. And it seems like Jungkook thinks the same thing.

"Fuck, I feel like the worst best friend." he speaks up, throwing his head back before he shakes off his bangs out of his eyes.

"You were in a relationship, Jungkook. It was bound to happen." you tell him, shrugging your shoulders. Some part of you wished you'd hang out together all the time, like the old times. But it was impossible. And selfish of you to even wish that.

"Yeah, but when you were dating Haechan, we still used to hang out together more often. I completely blew you off."

Haechan.

Your first boyfriend of five months, someone you've lost your virginity to. He was a sweet guy that made your heart flutter, and your naive young you thought he's the one. But he wasn't. Just because he made your heart flutter, it didn't mean much. Two months after you guys slept together, you both broke up with each other. It was mutual and the two of you remained friends. Not close though. You don't text each other or anything like that, but you still check out his Instagram profile just from pure curiosity. You'll always share something together, even though it wasn't anything romantic – at least not the way you've always imagined.

Maybe that's why it was easy to spend your free time with Jungkook as well. Rather than being with your boyfriend, you spend your time with your best friend. Even the sex was completely unadventurous and it felt like something you did just to release your sexual frustration.

"What if he agreed to break up with me because I didn't satisfy him enough?" you ask with widened eyes, thinking about all the times you had sex with him. It wasn't that many, but still.

"Oh, come on. That's not true." Jungkook snickers.

"You don't know that!" you frown, deeply in thought. "I've never had anyone else before him and our sex was boring. I wanted to spice it up but he'd just straight up say 'no'."

"From what I'm hearing, it looks like he was the one who wasn't satisfying you enough," he raises his brow, causing you to pucker your lips in thought. "No woman should ever feel like sex with her partner is boring. It's about communication."

You kind of hate how right his words are. He makes it sound so easy, but even though your relationship with Haechan ended after a few months, it wasn't just about sex.

"Sex wasn't the most important thing in our relationship, Kook. There were other factors that caused our break up. For example, our feelings."

"It might not be the most important thing, but it's important. All those things like sex, communication and feelings are a part of a great functioning relationship."

He's right. Maybe that's why your relationship with Haechan didn't work. It lacked all of those things, maybe not entirely but still enough for you to know that it'd never work out. You wanted it though, so much. There were days when you thought he's the one. But you were young and naive, you know that now.

"Look at me," Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head at himself. "Talking like some professional when my own relationship got fucked up."

There are no right words that you could possibly say to him. No matter what reason Kiko had to break up with him, you're sure it's not Jungkook's fault. He gave her everything, all of himself. If you think about it in a poetic way, he handed his own heart to her, gifting it to her and she took it and broke it.

"Maybe our sex wasn't great, but at least I got someone to have sex with. Maybe I should find someone." you ignore his previous words, knowing talking about it would hurt him even more.

"Like a boyfriend?" he asks, taking a sip of his banana milk as he stares at you in surprise.

"Well, I meant like a fuck buddy, y'know..." you trail off.

You haven't talked about this with anyone and it's just something that recently occurred to you. You're not that type to even think something like that. But you're twenty-two and even though you haven't met anyone interesting, you could still spice up your sex life. You're a woman with desires and urges. There is so little you can do all by yourself.

"What?" he mutters, looking confused as hell. "But you always wanted--I'm sorry I'm just shocked. I never thought you'd ever think about having a fuck buddy."

You can't be surprised by the confusion that's laced in his voice and visible on his face. You've always talked about how you want to have a normal relationship. You're pretty sure you've mentioned, that one time when you both got drunk, you can't imagine having a fuck buddy.

"I know," you mutter before frowning. "But for fuck sake, Kook. I'm twenty-two with almost no sex experiences. I'm really grateful for my relationship with Haechan, but even though the sex was boring, it was still some kind of experience. You know what I mean?"

From desperation to faint mumble, you lick your lips as you keep frowning at empty beer bottles.

Being open with Jungkook is no shock, he's probably the only person you can talk to about everything and he won't judge you. It's easy to talk to him. Yet, you know you're being this honest saying out your thoughts, with the small help of alcohol. As much as you wanted to distract him, you've never planned to talk to him about your sex life.

"I can help." he speaks up, eyes staring at the television screen.

Your head snaps towards him, mouth opening as you stare at your best friend and pure shock. Did you hear him right? "Help? How?"

He visibly gulps, slowly turning his head to you. "With your sex experiences. I can help you."

Is he for real?

"Y-you want to help me, do you mean like us having sex?"

You can hear your heart beating in your ear drums, echoing loudly as you keep staring at the man in front of you. He's joking. He must be. Oh god, if you misread the situation you're going to bury yourself and never come out.

"Yeah," he says slowly, dragging that one single word out of his mouth. "Well, we don't have to have sex. There are other ways we could try to help with your sex life."

There are no words coming out of your mouth. Your whole body freezes as you let his words echo in your head for quite some time. Jungkook, your best friend, just proposed to help you with your secret desires. That sounds insane. What the hell goes through his head? You've got an idea.

"Do you think I'm that desperate?" you frown, meeting his widened gaze. "I won't use you just for my stupid desires. What about you, huh? You're in love with Kiko. Wouldn't that be weird? We're best friends."

He's not overwhelmed by your outburst, noting your every question that spilled out of your mouth in a flashlight.

"No, I don't think you're desperate. I was the one who proposed it. And yes, I'm in love with Kiko but, we're not in a relationship and I'm a man with needs. Do you think me beating my meat every time I'm in a shower is somehow pleasurable? Nope."

"Okay, too much information," you scrunch your nose at the mention of his masturbating and talking about it so casually. You wouldn't be so against it, if it weren't for the current situation and the image of the two of you having sex. "You didn't answer the best friend part."

"What's there to answer? We're best friends and if we both agree that's what we want, I don't see a problem here. But of course, it was just an idea. We don't have to do anything, if you're uncomfortable with this. I'm sorry if I made things weird right now, it wasn't my intention."

You see regret flash inside of his eyes, looking away for a moment before his soft brown eyes are set on you again. The weird thing is, that you don't feel uncomfortable nor weird at his proposed idea. It's unusual, yes, but your friendship with him was always super close. You used to sleep in the same bed and there were times when he was showering, while you were brushing your teeth. Of course, you haven't seen him naked during those times, even though there is one time he accidentally flashed you with his dick. Maybe this is just another way to cope with his feelings.

"But-- do you even find me attractive?"

Kiko is taller, slimmer yet with wide hips and perky ass. A woman who takes care of herself, yet she still looks naturally beautiful. And then there's you. You don't think of yourself as being ugly. But when you think about all those times Jungkook saw you in your natural habitat. Wasted, mascara running down your cheeks, every morning you woke up with frizzy hair and puffy eyes – there are so many times when he probably thought you looked like a mess. You never cared but for some reason, you feel embarrassed remembering all those times.

"Of course," he blurts out, "You're beautiful."

Your heart flutters, smiling at your best friend as you look down for a moment. "Is this your way of getting me into bed?" you ask him with a puzzled look, seeing the way his eyebrows shoot up before he frowns.

"Of course not. I'm not desperate," he uses your own words against you, looking offended by your question.

But, he's still the one who proposed that idea and you tell him that.

"Maybe I did, but please know that I'm not trying to get you into bed. I would never do that, I would never use you. You're important to me, you know that, right?" he says, his voice turning soft as he pleads with you with his eyes. He needs you to hear it.

And you feel like an asshole assuming such a thing. It was just the first thought you got.

"I know," you whisper, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Maybe we can help each other, with no hard feelings. We've got only each other."

There are friends like Taehyung and Jimin, who are incredible people that you're lucky to call your friends. But your friendship with Jungkook is special.

"What do you mean?" you poke the inside of your cheek with an intrigued gaze.

Jungkook is handsome, you'd lie if you thought otherwise. He's hot and there are times when he gets you flustered, but you've never seen him anything more. He's your best friend after all, that's where you draw the line. You can't imagine something more happening between you two.

"I'll help you with your sexual desires and you'll pretend to be my girlfriend."

"Jungkook--"

"Just for a month!" he quickly insists, causing you to sigh.

"But aren't you still getting more? You get to fuck me and have me to pretend to be your girlfriend."

It's not fair.

"No, I don't have to fuck you if you don't want me to. I can help you explore everything you failed to do with Haechan, it's totally up to you. We could see where it brings us." he explains.

It's not like you doubt him, you know that he'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you. Jungkook is the most selfless person you know.

"Are you sure this is what you want? Won't it ruin our friendship?" You can't help but ask. It's probably the most valuable reason why you're so unsure about all of this. If there's a chance it'll ruin your friendship with him, you won't do it.

You can't lose him.

"Doesn't best friends who get to fuck each other end up badly? I don't want our friendship to be ruined. What if one of us catches feelings? You never know..." you mumble, feeling him shift as he scoots closer to you.

He cups your face in a gentle manner, tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. "I love you," he tells you, "As a best friend and that won't ever change."

He's staring between your eyes, eyeing you in a silent question causing you to smile at him.

"I love you too, Kook. But I don't think I can fall in love with you, I can't imagine it. You're just... my best friend. It feels right that way." you assure him honestly, seeing him to give you the slightest smile.

"Good," he nods, "But we don't have to do this."

You can see the honesty that glimmers in his eyes, but there's still that hurt hidden behind it. Hurt that Kiro caused. You don't agree with Jungkook's plan of trying to win her back, but if you're going to help him and you've nothing to lose – what's wrong with that?

"I guess I'm just scared that after some time it'll feel like we're using each other." you murmur, dropping your gaze before he gently tucks his finger under your chin as he lifts your head up.

"If you ever feel that way, tell me and we're going to end it. I don't want to hurt you."

Smiling, you nod along his words. "Okay," you murmur, "I guess you're right. It doesn't have to be weird if we're comfortable with this and with each other as well."

He nods, agreeing with you.

"You're right," he licks his bottom lip before saying;

"It's mutual help."

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namjoonscoffeeshop · 2 months

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Deep | M.YG

✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, oral sex[female/male receiving], unprotected sex,spanking ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract ✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. ✧ Theme song: Fri(end)s by V a/n: comment to be in permanent taglist!

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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fool for you | jjk

When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 1.8k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: fluff, light angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, language, mentions of cheating, soft boyfriend vibes jungkook (yes, it's a warning), hand holding, kissing

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While you were idly scrolling through Netflix, your roommate and best friend, Lyla raced into the room. You jumped back in response to her sudden arrival and banged your head on the hanging fairy lights strung along your wall.

"Babe! Get the fuck up! It's your time to shine." She ran to the closet, rummaging through her things, looking for something.

You sat up, confused, pausing your scrolling through Netflix. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Jungkook and Jieun! J-squared. They broke up, and she cheated on him!" Lyla turned to you, grinning at the last bit she spat out.

Jieun cheated on Jungkook? Who would cheat him? He's the complete package, the one to ruin you for the next guy and every girl's ideal partner. You were bewildered that she thought someone else was better than Jungkook. What a fool, you thought.

You'd had a crush on him for months, and now that he was finally available, you had the chance to make a good impression. You were surprised to learn that he had been seeing the cheerleading squad captain, Jieun, for almost a year. Nevertheless, you weren't going to pursue a person in a relationship.

Lyla, the melodrama queen, devised a plan to help you. Were you even ready for a relationship? Was he? He just got out of a relationship. Indeed he wasn't even close to being ready to date again. And you weren't looking to be someone's rebound. So, you weren't sure why Lyla became adamant about you making a move right this second.

Lyla tossed the white cable-knit sweater and mustard-colored skirt she had just pulled across your lap. “Babe, the row of girls outside his dorm room will take your shot if you don't!” She kept glaring at you and the pile of clothing on your lap, telling you to change immediately.

From what you've heard, Jungkook was the kind of person who was constantly dating. A girl was ready to come in when the first one ended. You would assume that now was your turn because there was girl after girl watching and waiting for their chance to strike.

But it was now or never. What did you have to lose? Him saying no or ignoring you? Pfft--you've had worse happen.

So you plucked up the confidence, exhaled, and decided to dive in. Time to feast.

You scoured the dripping, wet campus to see if he was walking from his English class back to his dorm. You blame Lyla, who dug up all the dirt on him. She claimed that you needed an upper hand to everything Jeon Jungkook.

Right on schedule. His English class was released and now was your chance. You hesitated momentarily, but Lyla patted your ass to encourage you. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

Even from the back, he had a soft and cuddly appearance. The perm he got a few months ago was starting to grow out, so perhaps that was the cause, along with his furry brown overcoat.

You quickly approached the cute, cuddly boy wearing a brown jacket. “Hi—I'm so sorry to bother you..." The cute boy you've been crushing on peered at you with his big doe eyes, and fuck–he was wearing those clear, transparent glasses you loved so much. You kept following his speed as he held out his transparent umbrella. "...this is kind of stupid and weird, but we're about to pass my ex, and I was wondering if you hold my hand so I can make him jealous."

You were certain he would refuse you and make you look like a fucking idiot as his eyes narrowed. But he held his right hand while switching the umbrella to his other hand. "Where is he?" Looking around to see who you were referring to.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You didn't imagine he'd fall for the ruse; instead, you anticipated that he would give you a crazy look before walking away. As you saw this plan unfold, you turned to look at Lyla, squirming excitedly in place.

"He's over there." Funny enough, when you and Jungkook pointed at a random ass on campus, the man knit his eyebrows in confusion.

"You gonna take my hand or...?"

"Right..." You completely forgot he was reaching out his hand for yours. Your hand was entwined with his and was everything you had hoped for. Large, warm, and inviting. To your surprise, he took your hand and held it against his chest before raising it to kiss the back of your hand.

Oh god—his lips were so soft. This was pure agony for you. You tried to hide your smile by looking away from him. The thought of his lips on your skin caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter. Lyla's ridiculous plan worked.

You two walked silently for a few more minutes until you arrived at the library. You let go of Jungkook's hand, although you thought yours fit perfectly in his.

You took a few steps up and turned around to face him. "Thank you," you mumbled, your gaze drawn to your semi-soaked boots rather than his.

Jungkook laughed at your timidity after being so bold. "Do you need anything else to make your ex jealous?"

A kiss, you thought, but you shook your head and waved it aside. "Thank you again," you said as you dashed into the library.

You found an empty desk and buried your head in the crook of your arms, completely mortified by your actions. You couldn't believe you had just told your crush a lie. But you're unlikely to run into him again. You didn't have the same circle of friends or attend the same parties...or, more accurately, you were rarely invited to parties. So you tried to justify your actions. It was simply to take your shot and leave a lasting impression. You were proud of yourself for getting out of your comfort zone and doing something instead of sitting around and wondering what would happen.

It was the weekend before Spring Break, and you were excited to travel to LA with Lyla and some other girls from your floor. Do some shopping, go to the beach, and end your trip at Disneyland.

Of course, a Spring Break celebration would be incomplete without a party. Lyla had recently begun a friends-with-benefits deal with Kim Namjoon, and he had invited you and Lyla.

"Ly—why are we here again? This isn't our scene," you huffed, walking past a glob of what looked like someone hurled a basket of Halloween candy. You tiptoed carefully around it, the smell almost making you gag.

"It's time to meet new people and make new friends, babe. Plus, you never know when you'll run into Jeon Jungkook," she suggested, her brows wiggling in delight.

You gave her a scowl. "Please—I can never face Jungkook again, and I can't believe you got me to lie to him." And you never saw him on campus after the whole thing. And Jungkook had to have sworn off all women because you hadn't heard anything about him being taken or seeing someone. Your little coincidence was just that. You didn't expect a relationship to blossom from a lie.

Lyla chuckled and linked her arm with yours. She squealed quietly when she saw Namjoon in the kitchen, making a drink. She kept dragging your homebody ass towards the group of guys hooting and howling.

"Hey," Jungkook paused, "you're that girl who wanted me to hold your hand." He almost seemed pleased to see you.

"That's me—thanks again, for you know, doing that," you sighed and smiled. He was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

Namjoon handed you and Jungkook a red cup, and you both thanked him before returning your focus to Jungkook. "You went to great lengths just to hold my hand."

Your eyes widened. Shit. What? Who told him? Was it Lyla? Your money was on her. You glance at your best friend, who quickly averts her gaze, kissing Namjoon on the cheek.

You shook your head and clenched your jaw. "How'd you find out?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I have my ways," he explained casually. But it was Lyla who surrendered. Lyla overheard Jungkook's conversation with a classmate as he went around, asking if anyone knew you. Lyla, being Lyla, interrupted their conversation, satisfactorily revealing your massive crush on him.

You took a deep breath and apologized. "That was incredibly stupid of me. Don't worry. You won't have to see me again." You turned around, taking a sip of the shoddy mixed drink before leaving the party. You definitely didn't want to be there anymore after being discovered by Jeon Jungkook. You could probably never show your face around campus again, trying to avoid him at all costs.

"Wait—" He beelined his way through the crowd, shouting over the loud, thumping music. He came to a halt just inches away from you. You concentrated on the small pouch attached to his combat boots to avoid having to look at him. "What if I need you to make a girl jealous?"

You scoffed at the cute boy and rolled your eyes. There's no way Jieun would ever be jealous if Jungkook were to see the two of you together. "I hardly doubt you need me to make Jieun jealous. There are plenty of other girls waiting in line," you advised him before turning around to take off again.

When the door opened, Jieun walked hand in hand with Park Jimin. You assumed she cheated on Jungkook with him. You didn't understand the allure; he was cute, but he wasn't Jeon Jungkook; to each their own, you suppose.

Your eyes narrowed at her, nostrils flared, ready to take her down--but again, why? You didn't know her, and you didn't know Jungkook. All you knew was that she cheated on him, and that pissed you off.

So you did what needed to be done. You returned to Jungkook and placed your lips on his, reaching up on your tiptoes. He took a moment to realize what was going on, but he returned the kiss, his soft, moisturized lips entwining with yours. You both tilted your heads to deepen the kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek and your hand drawing his waist closer to you. You drew away from Jungkook once you felt Jieun's presence had faded as if she had seen enough to make her jealous.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest began to dissipate into embarrassment. Did you just kiss Jeon Jungkook in front of his ex-girlfriend in the middle of a crowded party? You didn't even have much to drink, but you felt like you would be sick.

"I'm--so sorry, Jungkook."

✨next - Part 2

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts x reader #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabble #jungkook #fic: fool for you #college au #fake dating

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jump then fall (into you) | teaser

banner by the talented @jimilter 💖

pairing ↠ jungkook x reader

genre ↠ cruise AU, fake dating AU, best friends to lovers AU | fluff, angst, smut

word count ↠ 35k (tbc)

18+ | warnings ↠ swearing, some jealousy, drinking, sexual content (detailed warnings on the final fic)

summary ↠ bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

a/n. finally after months i feel like im coming back?? i hope this fic turns out to be somewhat decent lol 🙃 please let me know how you find it! ↠ a part of the seven seas collab hosted by the wonderful yannie @ressjeon 🌊🥰 posting date ↠ tbc june ‘23

taglist is open <3

Alex watches quietly as the scene plays out in front of him.

He can’t help but find it amusing how you try to step in and help Jungkook out, subtly trying to protect your best friend from the wiles of Valentina, but to Alex, it seems a little more than that. It’s what he’s been trying to tell you for months now! – Sometimes he wishes you could see everything exactly as he sees it.

Take now for example, all Valentina has done is placed her hand on Jungkook’s arm and your eyes seem to be hyper-fixated on it– oh, and now look, you’re slipping your own hand around his arm.

Jungkook’s and your actions are so transparent to Alex, he just wants to say it out loud right now and make you see it...

Then, the cogs in the brilliant mind of Alexander Cirillo turn and he comes up with what can only be a genius idea. Perhaps it's all the romance he’s been experiencing recently with his own fiancee, but Alex is convinced that this can only have one outcome, the only possible outcome – the one that’s been written in the stars since Jungkook and you met so many years ago, he’s sure of it.

Beaming, Alex looks at Valentina. “Don’t they look so good together?”

She pauses then frowns. “Together?”

Your own expression matches Valentina’s as you glance at Alex too.

“Yes, together,” he repeats as a fact, smiling at Jungkook and you before looking at Valentina.

“You’ve heard, no? Jungkook and Y/N are together.”

From next to you, Jungkook swallows hard and your hand subconsciously tightens around his arm. Both of you are staring at Alex and he just gives you a subtle raise of his brow.

“Oh, my,” Valentina smiles, and although there’s some kind of genuinity to it, there’s more you can see but haven’t got the mental capacity to try to decipher right now when you’re still trying to figure out what Alex is doing.

“I should’ve known this was gonna happen, you always were inseparable,” she says with somewhat of an eye roll.

Jungkook laughs awkwardly, but he’s not stupid and he knows Alex isn’t either. This is one surefire way he can keep Valentina and any of her advances away from him for the next three weeks. All he has to do is pretend to be dating you… how hard can that be?

“Yeah, I guess it was meant to be,” he says, sounding a little stilted.

You’re still sitting a little dumbfounded but Sophia also gives you an expression that tells you to improvise better. The most you can manage is a meek smile.

Jungkook responds almost as awkwardly, putting his arm around you which makes Alex laugh.

“Oh, don’t be so coy,” he says, sneaking in a wink to you as Valentina’s eyes remain locked on you both. “It’s been almost what? Eight months?”

“Uh, yeah, almost,” you answer, suddenly feeling shy with the way Jungkook’s hand is gripping your waist.

It’s not like he’s never had his hand on your waist before — his face was all up in your boobs only fifteen minutes ago — but the feeling remains. It makes your cheeks go warm, your heart races a little faster and your fingers go fuzzy.

You’re sure it’s showing on your face but Valentina doesn’t seem to notice, or if she does, she must think it’s down to you finding this awkward.

“Well, congratulations to you too then,” she says, wearing a smile that doesn’t actually seem anything less than genuine, but you’re aware there’s more to her words.

“Thank you,” Jungkook and you say in unison.

Valentina nods, taking it as her cue to leave. “I’ll see you all around, and except for the engaged couple who get a pass, let’s keep the pda to a minimum please,” she adds airily, words directed to Jungkook and you as she saunters off.

“Can’t promise anything with these two,” Alex calls out after her.

When he looks back at you, he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Sophia purses her lips in a smile that resembles a child trying to laugh while they’re getting told off.

Turning to them, you burst. “What the hell was that?” you say hotly, seeming more flustered than anything else.

Alex shrugs. “Sorry, it was the best thing I could think of.”

“It could be worse,” Sofia adds with a smile that’s supposed to be apologetic but the gleam in her eyes tells you she’s finding this just as amusing as her fiancé.

Then, Jungkook shifts from beside you and only now do you realise you’re still holding his arm. “Well,” he says, briefly glancing down as you let go, “I guess we’re dating now.”

With a small raise of your brows, you shrug lightly and try not to show any signs of how flustered you’re feeling. “I guess we are.”

When you meet his gaze, for a second you go still and think of what it means, how might you be expected to act with Jungkook — but really, it doesn’t seem that much different from how you already are now. Except of course, if you ever had to indulge in any public displays of affection, cheek kisses, lingering hugs, maybe even a peck on the lips…

The thought of it all sets loose a swirl of butterflies in your stomach and only then do you realise that your gaze is still locked on Jungkook, and he too, is still staring at you.

With those butterflies still swarming, you abruptly break away from his gaze and notice the tips of his ears are turning pink. You wonder if he’s thinking the same as you right now.

“See, already believable.”

Alex’s voice interrupts your thoughts and when you turn to flare at him, he’s got a smug smirk on his face.

“You’re supposed to be smart,” you say with a sigh, pushing down the butterflies that it almost seems like Alex knows all about. “Couldn’t have come up with something smarter?”

“This is smart,” Alex says with a hint of sass.

“How?” you sass back.

Leaning back, he puts his arm around Sofia as his smirk grows into a smile. “You’ll see, just give it some time,” he sighs, punctuating his sentence with a wink.

a/n. taglist is open! i hope you enjoy the fic when it comes, i’ll keep you updated on the date x please comment/rb if you enjoyed :) <3

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jwirecs · 10 months

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF MAY-JUNE 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of may-june! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Drink Champagne In my Airplane || @bangtanintotheroom 🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your friend Hoseok decided to use his excessive wealth for good and take the both of you on a much-needed vacation. The flight was meant to be relaxing until he broke out one of his most expensive bottles of champagne. (Turbulence was steamy and i fully enjoyed it entirely.)

Illicit Favors || @yoongiofmine🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

Love Blinds || @angelikook💔✅💯

↳ You are his oldest and only best friend, but why do you leave him all of a sudden when he needs you most?

Rear View || @btsmosphere💕💔✅

↳ yoongi can protect you now, even if it may be too late. (part of the Highway to You Series)

Stay || @still-with-koo💕💔✅

↳ when a creepy stranger follows you to your new job, your best friend jungkook makes sure he never does it again. but now he’s hurt and you’re determined to tend to his wounds, no matter how awkward if feels.

The Next Jack Frost || @ebonyinktea💕💔✅💯💯

↳ After years of hating winter, an event happens to Yoongi one night that changes the way he views the season forever.

The Retreat || @ugh-yoongi 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ or, the one where namjoon just wants hoseok to take care of himself, but then there's a fake relationship, only one bed, a guy who doesn't talk, and maybe a weird cult.

Things We Don’t Say || @wintaerbaer💕💔🔄

↳ Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

Two Point Five. Part Two || @bratkook 🔞💕✅💯

↳ so what if jungkook had loosened your bathroom pipes and his friends loved to tease him about you and your friendship. all he could think about was why the hell you hadn’t text him to fix it yet.

A Good Daddy || @delukoo💕💔✅

↳ in which jungkook comes home late and apologizes to your unborn baby whilst thinking you were asleep (AND IN COME JK SLEEPING ON HIS WEVERSE LIVES AND MY THOUGHTS CAUSE LIKE IMAGINE)

A Little Taste || @jeonqkooks🔞💕🔄💯

↳ It all started with a little oral fixation...

Adore You || @liqhtheartedd🔞💕✅💯

↳ your boyfriend, kook, comes home from work. tired and frustrated. later, he fucks you till you can no longer think for yourself <33 you love it when he has his way with you.

All My Fault || @delukoo 💕💔✅

↳ in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up..

Baby Daddy || @i-am-baechu💕💔✅

↳ Being nine months pregnant is not fun nor is it easy. What makes it harder is that you're married to a K-pop idol, Kim Namjoon. What happens if you go into labor and he's on a schedule? Chaos.

Chapstick || @95rkives💕✅

↳ jungkook had an undeniable fondness for your vanilla-flavored chapstick, so it came as a surprise to him when you decided to switch up the flavor one day. the unexpected change left him pleasantly taken aback.

Closer || @lizinthebox🔞💕✅💯

↳ after you’re gone for a long day of work, your boyfriend wants to be as close to you as possible.

Me And Your Mama || @joonberriess 🔞💕✅💯

↳ It’s hard to explain. The world that is supposed to be so beautiful makes you feel so ugly on the inside. Jin tries his best to understand everything and that’s all that matters, that’s all that Y/N needs.

Midnight Snack || @genkima💕✅💯

↳ Jungkook wakes up to a sound of rustling in the kitchen and an empty bed. (yall already know that this is literally us as kids when we got hungry and we trying to stay quiet so our parents to hear us going through the fridge for food)

My Sun || @i-am-baechu💕✅

↳ you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

Our Time || @lavenjoon💕✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook must be the luckiest man on Earth, coming home to his pretty girl making him dinner and singing her heart out to one of her newest favorite tracks, his track, My Time.

Surprise Visit || @genkima💕✅

↳ You ask your boyfriend, jungkook, to give you a tattoo. Who was he to decline??

Gangsta || @btsugarush 🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ ❝i’m a fucking criminal, princess.❞

The Dealer || @yoonlattesworld🔞💕💔✅ (i think its a oneshot but im not too sure!)

↳ you've heard about every nasty rumor surrounding him. It's like they follow him every where he goes. But something in your heart told you that after all, rumors were just rumors. You knew you were playing with fire. You knew that you shouldn't be anywhere near him. But after an incident involving your best friend happened, you found yourself getting closer to him. You tried to stop the flutter in your heart which increased every time he looked at you, every time he touched you. But of course the heart never listens to the brain. After all logic is irrelevant to feelings.

The Monsters Out There || @btsugarush🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ after running away with your newborn daughter to leave behind the life of sex work you were forced into 3 years ago, you're rescued by an oddly mysterious man named min yoongi who offers you shelter at his home. though it all sounds like a blessing, you begin to think that yoongi may be more dangerous than the monsters you were trying to escape.

Busted || @kithtaehyung🔞💕💔✅/🔄💯💯

↳ when things go a bit south at your house party, decisions between you and yoongi have to be made.

Hierarchy || @persphonesorchid💕💔✅

↳ Requested by Anon: Saw you were looking for requests so I come nearing gifts!! I’d like to request an panther hybrid yoongi x bunny hybrid reader enemies to lovers college au!! yn goes to a uni where most of the students are preds, yoongi hates her for some reason despite her being really nice, ANGST PLEASE!!

In My Head || @sketchguk🔞💔✅

↳ taehyung’s friends love you ー adore you. they probably want to fuck you, but they’ll never admit to it. instead, they’ll push taehyung’s limits in the middle of a frat party, testing just how close they can get to you before he takes you to bed in a fit of jealousy. and maybe, just maybe, one of his friends can have a taste too (if he’s lucky).

Jungle Park || @jimlingss💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah…once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*. (i dont remember how i stumbled across this one, but i am glad that i did.)

Purr-Haps I Like You || @taleasnewastime💕✅💯

↳ You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

Resurgence || @wintrbears 💕💔✅

↳ After breaking up with your high school sweetheart and boyfriend of five years, you find yourself in a waking nightmare. And when his best friend alerts him of your possible troubles, your knight in shining armor struggles to find a way to save you.

Solace || @m-yg93 🔞💕✅

↳ Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

The One With Seokjin And Without Complaints || @eoieopda💕✅

↳ you don’t want to arrive dateless to a wedding your ex is also attending. enter friend and local hero, kim seokjin.

Transference || @dark-muse-iris🔞💔✅💯💯

↳ Prolonged periods of work-related stress bring you to a crossroads in your life that leaves you prone to make impulsive decisions. During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card belonging to a “tantric therapist” and take a risk. When you discover your therapist is an attractive young man with a penchant for shibari, you throw caution to the wind as he helps guide you to self-recovery. (i needed fcking jesus after reading this one.)

Victory || @fruitmins💔✅💯

↳ Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..

Boyfriend For Hire || @remedyx🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected. (this fic updates so often that i lose track of which chapter i’ve read and i end up re-reading the same chapters AND THATS OKAY BECAUSE I WILL RE-READ THIS ENTIRE FIC FROM BEGEINNING TO END IF I HAVE TO JUST TO REFRESH MY MEMORY AND MY ROLLERCOASTER CALLED OF EMOTIONS. ily.)

Finding My Pack || @untaemedqueen🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Omegas are rare. Rarer than rare. Try one out of a hundred might possibly be an omega. So when the Euphoria Pack has a dinner meeting for a potential business partnership imagine their surprise when the find an omega being locked away like she's some sort of disease.

Let The Light In || @yoonnvrs💕🔄💯💯

↳ in which you’re a famous children’s book writer, one evening after coming home from a diner with your parents you find seven unknown hybrids making themselves comfortable in your living room, what do you do now?

Lone Wolf || @sopebubbles🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Redamancy || @ya9amicide💕💔🔄💯

↳ Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too.

Red String || @purpleyoonn💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ you figured it was too late for your string to solidify, used to the idea of finding someone on your own, who also never got their string. However, your string began to tug when you least expected it, to the last person or people you would have ever thought.

Holiday Inn || @bangtanintotheroom🔞💕✅💯

↳ If it’s not the loud music, it’s the constant rapping. If it’s not the constant rapping, it’s the hysterical laughter. And if it’s not the hysterical laughter, it’s the moaning and screaming women. How the hell hasn’t your neighbor been kicked out yet? Oh right; he’s a beloved rapper.

I Remember You || @streetlight11🔞💕✅💯

↳ You grew up with your foster parents who found you at their doorstep when you were a newborn baby. They raised you up ever since and treated you like their own. When you turned 16, you started to keep getting the same recurring dream with the same scenes playing again and again. Until one day, it began to unveil more and more secrets to the dream which ends up showing you the bigger picture

Superstar || @jinkookspencil🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ you, the quiet, lonely achiever, get paired up with the superstar new student at your university for a group project... and he needs all the help he can get

Trust Issues || @revkooks🔞💕💔✅

↳ you’ve spent the past two years preaching about how much you enjoy being single and that dating was never a concern for you, until you meet jeon jungkook, the sweetest guy around, who completely changes that idea for you.

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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 3

💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)

💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut

💬 Chapter warnings: contains slurs, angst, forms of bullying, alcohol consumption

💬 Word count: 8.4k

💬 Recap:

Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.

Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.

A/N: I‘m back for good! I know it‘s been too long and I‘m sorry but I have my reasons 😬 Anyway please please leave feedback guys!

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Chapter 3: Two sides of the same coin.

Somehow you still had a small glimmer of hope that Jimin would forget the whole fake-dating thing and it would be as if you had never seen each other.

Unfortunately, any hope of sudden amnesia on his part vanished the second you entered the lecture hall today on this lovely Thursday morning and headed straight for your usual seat in the back row, only to be unceremoniously ambushed from behind and forced into a tight embrace.

“Back row, huh? All the more room for funny business, if you know what I mean. Unfortunately, I have already told my friends about us, and I’d love it if we could sit with them. Would that be okay, babygirl?”

Irritated and overwhelmed with everything around you, you immediately snap at him as you forcefully pull his arm from your shoulders, anxiously looking around while reminding him that you had told him to stop calling you this ridiculous name.

But him being Jimin, he doesn't even care.

“What’s the matter? You’re my girlfriend, Boo. We actually want people to see us be cozy together,” Jimin sneakily wraps one arm around your waist to pull you more into him as he leans down to whisper in your ear while leading the two of you in the direction where his friends are already seated, only to be pushed away once again.

You simply try to ignore the questioning look on his face when you finally turn around to face him, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Can you at least give me a minute to get into character? I just came here.”

“This ain’t drama school, ___,” a peal of slight laughter comes over his lips as he musters you. “What, is it really that hard for you to act as if you’re into me?”

“Yes. It is hard for me, Jimin. I don't know about you, but I have never before pretended to be into someone I barely even know,” you seethe keeping your voice down enough so no one can overhear you.

“You say that now but just wait until we have to break up again, and you'll cry a river because you actually managed to fall for me.”

Your bickering luckily doesn't go on any longer because Jimin takes the initiative and drags you along to your seats, meanwhile ignoring every protest leaving your mouth.

As already expected, you are not particularly warmly welcomed and received by any of his friends. Instead, the best you get is an inconsequential nod before they pay no further attention to you, nor do they include you in any of their subsequent conversations for the rest of the lecture.

That's perfectly fine with you, though. You aren't particularly interested in talking anyway and prefer to focus on your class instead. At this point, you really don't want to drag out your student life more than you have to.

Jimin doesn't seem to be very interested in the reaction of his friends for the time being either.

He continues to joke around with them the whole time but remains steadily in his role. And that means you don't have a moment of peace without his annoying arm wrapped around your shoulders or his hand on your thigh.

One thing at least is certain: he definitely doesn't do things by halves. And that makes you all the more nervous about what may come in the future.

After the day started rather badly, you apparently also have to attend a party tonight which is why you’re currently in the process of making yourself look decent enough so that you’ll “perfectly blend in with the crowd”. At least that's what Jimin said.

You know you most likely won't do that,, and all eyes will be on you and Jimin, but you can at least try and make the best of it.

It’s been a long time since you’ve gone to a party, and as much as you’re nervous, you’re also excited to go out tonight.

What can you say? It’s been a while and it’d be a lie to say you aren’t happy to dress up and actually have somewhere to go.

So you went all in, dressed up pretty nicely, and did your make-up the way you usually like to when you go out.

You hope you haven't overdone it but in the end, this is the only thing you can do to counteract your nervousness. Even if it's just a little bit.

You feel sexy, you feel confident, and now you’re ready to go have some flippin' fun, alright?!

Well, at least until Jimin comes knocking at your door and decides to ruin your mood with one little glimpse at his face.

“This is the look you’re going with?” He asks, sounding like he’s actually wishing for you to tell him this is all a joke.

Now accommodated with a little pout on your lips, you’re looking down on yourself and then take a quick look into the mirror, not seeing anything wrong with how you look.

“What’s wrong with it? I think I look good,” you shrug, trying to sound barely affected by his words, even if you gotta admit they put you off track. It doesn’t make you doubt your appearance, though. You do think you look fine, and if he was hoping for something else, he should have told you in advance.

“You do look good, but you don’t look like my girlfriend if you know what I mean.”

You only scoff, already taking your purse in your hand to finally leave.

“What did you expect? I live off of chips and peanut butter sandwiches. If you want me to be covered in diamonds and gold, then I'm afraid you'll have to reach into your own pockets,” you joke, actually making him laugh at your slight remark.

“Fair point,” he grins, putting his hand on the small of your back as he leads you out of your apartment and down the corridor. “Maybe I will.”

“Don’t you dare. You’re not my sugar daddy.”

“Yet,” he snarkily adds, making you snort through your nose and himself giggle.

And it’s the little jokes like these that easily let you forget how insufferable he actually is. Even if it’s just for a little while.

It’s been exactly 23 minutes since you managed to escape and hid somewhere in the backyard - and Jimin has yet to find you.

Or you know... maybe you’re wrong, and he isn’t even looking for you. That could be the case too.

How it came to this?

Well, not long after you arrived and stood your ground through all the death glares and judging stares Jimin’s so-called “friends” gave you, he kinda just left you alone because he had to “take care of something real quick”.

He took way too long for your liking and you eventually grew tired of everyone either ignoring you or throwing nasty remarks your way so you ended up here. Between these two people dry humping each other only a couple feet next to you.

Fun.

“Cough two times if you need me to safe you.”

Irritated by a voice that doesn’t belong to Jimin suddenly ringing up from behind you, you turn around, instantly relaxing when you see who it belongs to.

“What?” you chuckle, making room for him to sit down, and he doesn’t even take another moment before he complies, plopping down in the spot right next to yours. The one Jimin should be sitting in right now if he hadn’t just rudely left you alone at a party you only attended because he wanted you to.

Okay, maybe it does bother you more than you originally wanted to admit.

“I heard you were involved with Park Jimin, and I would have bet my right arm for it to be just another rumor,” he starts as you already feel his eyes burn into the side of your head. “But now I see you here, getting comfortable with no other than the campus golden boy. So tell me, ___, is he holding you captive, or is he blackmailing you because there is no way in this world that you are unironically dating Jimin.”

You gulp as you keep your head stubbornly straight ahead, taking a bit too long to answer his simple question.

If you've learned one thing from this whole fake dating situation so far, it's that you're not even remotely as quick-witted as you always thought you were. And if this continues, you will very quickly get a lot of problems.

Clearing your throat, you sit a little straighter while nervously fumbling with your hands. “I know it's a little sudden, but he’s actually really amazing,” you say, looking at your new-found companion while trying to suppress the urge to cringe at your own words.

“Bullshit!” He laughs loudly, barely keeping himself from falling backward with his whole chair. “God, that was awful, ___.” Still giggling, while he’s trying to calm down again, he looks at you and brushes his mop of hair out of his eyes in a quick movement.

“It’s the truth, though. We have a lot in common,” you shrug, not even smiling when those words leave your lips. This time your attempt in trying to say something nice about your alleged boyfriend sounds a little less forced and tortured,, but it’s still not enough to be convincing it seems.

“Alright just say the words, and I’ll get us out of here. Depending on what he's threatening you with, I might even tell him a word or two, so he'll leave you alone forever. Of course, only if you want me to.”

“What words exactly are we talking about?” You grin, not even getting into the other nonsense.

“Jeon, I’m being held captive by Jimin and his rich people cult. Please save me before they sacrifice me on the next full moon,” he says in a high-pitched voice, trying to sound like you.

You only roll your eyes, but can hardly suppress a smile. “Wouldn’t they usually need a virgin for that?” you joke, casually playing along.

Jungkook brightly grins, showing off his front teeth in the process. He sees your willingness to jump on his joke as a small advance in your conversation since you usually aren’t that talkative.

Usually, you're the type to only mutter a one-word answer before you're on your way again, too scared someone could see you and spread another rumor.

Jungkook has always felt bad about that, trying to convince you he doesn't care about that, but you never listen. So this is a surprise he welcomes.

“Guess I just outed myself as a non-expert in ritual procedures. I hope you will keep this embarrassment to yourself and not judge me too hard for that.”

“It was still very creative. I’ll give you points for that,” you grin, finally feeling a little less tense now that you get to have a normal, real conversation with someone who you know isn’t secretly stabbing you in their head.

“Thank you. Now, tell me what’s really going on,” he insists, coming a little closer.

And there goes your just-earned ease again due to his nosey nature.

A defeated sigh comes over your lips. You are pretty sure that there is nothing you could tell him that would make him believe you’re actually dating Jimin, so where’s the point in lying?

You can’t imagine Jungkook going around and snitching on you anyway. There’s nothing he could get out of that, and even if you aren't close, you know Jungkook is not the type of guy to gossip. If he were, you'd know by now.

“I may or may not have agreed to a deal with Jimin that… includes me pretending to be his girlfriend,” you eventually admit, carefully looking around to check that no one overheard your little confession.

Trying to process what you just told him, Jungkook clears his throat, as he slowly nods his head. “Well, that… sounds about right.”

You look at Jungkook, raising a brow since you didn’t think he’d react so… barely?

“Huh? You’re not surprised?” You ask, gaping at him.

“Surprised you’re not actually dating him? Not at all. Surprised that you agreed to something so stupid? Completely baffled,” he explains, grinning at you when he sees you pouting. “You thought this was a good idea?”

“No. I thought it was a bad idea, actually. But he somehow still managed to talk me into it. I don’t even know how he did it. He’s really good at guilt-tripping, I guess.”

You turn your attention back to your feet, too embarrassed to look directly at Jungkook and the long, much too exaggerated sigh that suddenly comes from him only lets you guess the disappointed look in his eyes.

You don't need to hear from him how stupid it is of you to accept this deal. You already know that yourself. And yet - maybe it is exactly what you need. Someone who isn’t you saying how big of a mistake you’re making right now could be the wake-up call you need.

But then again, you’re already in too deep to just quit now anyway. At this point, quitting wouldn’t change anything. It would probably just make things worse, and you’d have Jimin on your bad side as well, which does not sound like something you would want.

“Look, this is none of my business,” Jungkook starts, leaving you waiting on what’s going to follow because usually, it’s nothing good that comes after.

He clears his throat, gradually playing with the holes in his jeans. “But I’m not sure if getting involved in this is exactly what you need. No offense, ___, really. It's just that a lot of people already have an opinion about it and... it is not exactly positive in your sense.”

Well, it’s not like this comes as a surprise since it is what you told Jimin would happen, but it still sucks to get the confirmation. It’s embarrassing, really - and the worst part is, that you put this on yourself this time.

“They don’t believe this is real, they just think—”

“—He’s using me. I know,” you finish, carelessly shifting your gaze on a couple that’s making out not that far from you. It’s not the most pleasant sight but it’s better than having to look at Jungkook’s pitiful eyes, or the people already whispering about you sitting here with him while your “boyfriend” isn’t around.

“Well… that too, yes,“ he says, implying that there’s more, which makes you look at him again. “Some do think that, but some also interpret it as if you were taking advantage of him and his “fragile, broken heart”, he explains, making you scoff in dismay.

“Are you shitting me right now?”

“No, I heard people say you’re probably using him for his money.”

“Yes, of course, they think that,“ you scoff again, frustration clearly visible on your face. “You know what? I wish I would have been smart enough to make him pay me for this bullshit.”

Pressing your elbows into your thighs, you let your head fall into your hands to hide your face, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole and end your misery once and for all.

“I can’t even feel sorry for you, what were you thinking?”

“I don’t have an answer for that, Jeon. Truth is, my life is shitty, and I’m attempting to at least make some memories before I leave this place.” You sigh, gradually sipping from the cup you put next to you on the ground after coming here.

It’s pure vodka and exactly what you want and need right now.

You figured if you have to be here and get dumped by your “boyfriend” soon after arriving here, you can at least get shit-faced. It’s really good to ease the nerves and lose the awkwardness, and it helps to not notice the stares you get from everyone.

You hear Jungkook exhale from his nose as a laugh before he holds his own cup in front of you waiting for you to copy him. “A toast to that.”

You only roll your eyes, not amused whatsoever, but end up toasting with him anyway.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll end up falling for him,” he then adds after a moment of silence, making the both of you burst into laughter.

“If that happens, please just kill me right on the spot.”

“Don’t worry, I got you. I’m not letting you go down like this.”

Unfortunately, your little heart to heart with Jungkook gets suddenly interrupted when you hear someone call out your name. And it’s not a very happy tone, immediately making you cringe before you turn around at the same time Jungkook turns around as well.

You both stare at a very annoyed-looking Jimin, stomping towards the both of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jimin seethes, as soon as he reaches you, completely ignoring Jungkook, who’s currently taking a big gulp from his beer as he tries to hide his gloating grin from you.

“Uh… mingling and trying to enjoy myself just how you asked me to before you just went off and left me alone,” you sarcastically quip, still pretty annoyed at him for leaving you like that when he knows how much you already don’t want to be here.

That was a dick move, and you stand by that.

“What I meant was try to get to know my friends while I leave for a quick bathroom break. Not run away and hide in a suspicious corner with fucking Jeon,” he argues, still not looking at him at all.

“Hey,” Jungkook speaks up, frowning a little while Jimin for the first time since coming here, fixes his eyes on him. “I can hear you, you know?”

Jimin snaps at him with a quick, “and who gives a fuck?”, making the younger boy shut up right after since he decides to not get involved in your whole fake couple drama. Nope, this is not what he had in mind when he came around to have a good time tonight.

“What exactly is your problem? He’s the only one who actually wants to talk to me,” you argue, not really seeing his point whatsoever.

Jungkook rather quickly notices that no one actually pays attention to him, seeing both you and Jimin continue arguing so he just escapes the scene as fast as he can.

“I can’t believe you’re being this irresponsible,” Jimin, says lowering his voice when he sees the looks everyone is giving the two of you. “Do you even know what people will say when they see you getting close to Jeon?”

You scoff, softly pushing him further away since he’s gotten a little too close for your liking. “In case you didn’t notice, you are the one currently making a scene here, Jimin,” you advise him, plastering a smile on your lips so the people around will stop thinking you’re fighting. “Now stop looking at me like you’re about to kill me and smile a little. Everyone is watching us.”

Jimin raises a brow, quickly looking around before he chuckles a little awkwardly, throws his arm around your shoulders, and plasters a kiss on your cheek which barely lets you keep in a protesting grunt.

“Just so you know, I’m still pissed at you for ditching me for this fucking low life,” he whispers as you’re both walking back inside where the actual party takes place.

“I ditched you? You were the one who left and didn’t come back. Do you even know how awkward I felt standing there with your friends who treated me like air?” You hiss back at him.

“Look, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to leave you alone for so long.” He sighs, and to your surprise, he actually does sound regretful. “I was held up with something. But I promise I tried to get back as soon as I could.”

Still not convinced by his half-hearted apology, you stay stubborn, only rolling your eyes at him. “Just don’t do it again, please. I know everyone here is your friend, but they sure as hell aren’t mine. And they really try hard to make sure I know about it.”

“Was someone mean to you?”

You’re surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice as he also stops walking for a moment to look at you, but you simply brush it off, telling him it doesn’t matter since it’s nothing the both of you hadn’t expected in the first place.

It’s no lie that you don’t fit into Jimin’s usual type, and only judging by your reputation, it was to be expected that his friends wouldn't invite you with open arms. Yet, it still feels even more awkward to be around them than you initially thought.

And like speaking of the devil, you are interrupted by yet another one of Jimin’s friends before he can ask any more questions.

This time it’s Yuna, a girl you don’t share any classes with, but you think you’ve seen her around Nayeon before.

You never noticed her much since she always seemed like someone to get lost in a crowd. At least, that’s what you always thought.

Tonight, however, you noticed that she isn’t like that at all.

No, Kim Yuna is a little snake, and you needed no more than twenty minutes around her to figure that out.

It wouldn’t actually bother you as much if you weren't one hundred percent sure that she directly saw through yours and Jimin's lie without the slightest doubt and there is nothing that could convince her otherwise.

So far you don't think too much about it, but you can't get rid of the feeling that she could eventually become a problem.

“There you are! We were looking everywhere for you!” She giggles as she approaches you and Jimin, smiling brightly at you in particular. “Good thing Jimin finally found you.”

Plastering an equally as fake smile on your lips, you nod. “I mean, it’s just a house, not a maze or something. There weren’t very many options, huh?” You feign a laugh, making her laugh way too obnoxiously in exchange.

“Well, there are a lot of bedrooms, after all. You never know…” she says in the most innocent voice you’ve ever heard, but obviously implying something very specific.

You’re so caught off guard, that you can’t help but gape at her before looking at Jimin, who - unsurprisingly - doesn’t even seem to have caught on to what she just said.

“Anyway, we want to play truth or dare, are you guys in?” She changes the topic, now looking more towards Jimin, who does seem interested, whereas you cannot help but mock that suggestion.

“Truth or dare, really? That’s the lamest shit you could come up with—” You’re interrupted by Jimin’s hand grabbing yours a little too harshly. You swallow the rest of what you wanted to say, even though you had a couple more well-fitting insults in store.

Oh well, your time will come.

How come he immediately shuts you down, but when someone clearly insults you, he doesn’t even notice?

“Yea, we’re coming, right babe?”

It takes you a second to react since you don’t feel addressed by that name, but reality comes crashing down at you when he squeezes your hand once again, making you nod your head in forced agreement.

There’s really nothing worse you could think of right now. Not only could this game expose you real quick, but it could also make for a lot of embarrassing and uncomfortable moments.

And the first one comes soon after you and Jimin join the group of people playing, and the bottle finally lands on you.

“Truth,” you sigh, already annoyed to no extent.

As soon as you mumbled the word, a round of boos roars around you - loudest of all Yuna herself.

“Come on, no one takes truth. I thought you were against lame shitty games, so why not make this one fun when you can?” She challenges you, making your blood boil in your veins.

Maybe the cup of pure vodka wasn’t the best idea, since it seems to rile you up more than you need right now.

Nonetheless, you actually let yourself be provoked this time.

“Okay, whatever then. I take dare,” you hear yourself say, crossing your arms over your chest while never breaking eye contact with her. After all, you don't want her to think she's intimidating you or that you have something to hide.

She does intimidate you, and you do have something to hide, but no one needs to know that.

She looks rather unaffected though, simply smirking at you before she purses her lips for a sheer moment while thinking about something to make you do, grinning almost in an evil way when she obviously seems to have something in mind.

“Make Jimin moan.”

Your eyes grow wide as you try not to let them see how uncomfortable you are.

Now it is more than obvious that she is onto something and clearly wants to see if you’re going through with it.

The problem is, you don’t know if you can.

A look to the side quickly tells you Jimin isn’t going to save you either since he looks pretty unbothered by all of this, just shrugging his shoulder as he looks back at you, waiting for you to do something.

“What is it ___?” Yuna sneers, looking rather pleased with herself when her plan seems to work. “Shouldn’t be a problem, since you’re dating him, hm?”

“Doesn't mean we’re comfortable sharing everything with all of you, does it?”

“We’re all friends here, there is nothing to be ashamed of,” she coos, not hiding her smirk even one bit. You can already hear other people start to giggle the more time you’re letting pass, but you cannot help it - this is not an easy decision for you.

No matter how you cannot and will not let her win this round. This one is for sure.

But right when you're on the verge of despair, a sudden idea comes into your head, making you abruptly grin back at her.

“Cool. Nothing easier than that,” you declare before you give Jimin one hard punch onto his arm, instantly making him moan in pain.

It is more than obvious this wasn’t what she was hoping for, and she makes it very known soon after with a deep scowl on her face.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it! You cheated!” She complains, making a bigger thing out of this than it has to be.

“You never said he has to moan in pleasure,” you shrug, feigning innocence while hiding the happiness of having found a little loophole.

“It was more than obvious that that was what I meant. This is a college party!” she continues to complain, making you roll your eyes at her dramatic behavior. “You cheated. Probably because you can't pull it off anyway—”

“— Shut up already, Yuna.“ Jimin’s annoyed voice suddenly can be heard, reminding you of his presence. “Specify your dares next time. We’re done playing anyway.“ And with that being said, he grabs your hand and pulls you away.

You unwillingly follow him for a little while until you're in a more quiet room with only a couple people, and you get the courage to speak up.

“Sorry for punching you,” you mutter, feeling bad about what happened but Jimin just playfully glares at you.

“Are you really?” He asks, already starting to smile as you join in. “Thought so,” he grins mischievously when he doesn’t get an answer.

“Usually, I’m not the violent type, I promise. I just panicked. And since you didn’t seem to want to help me out of this, I needed to be creative,” you explain. “By the way, why didn’t you help me? Wasn’t it obvious that I wanted you to do something?”

“Honestly, I just wanted to see what you will do,” Jimin admits, chuckling quietly. “Wanted to see if you’d actually do it.”

You’re just about to say something snarky back to that when you notice him focusing on something behind you all of a sudden, making you curious about what’s there to see, and you’re surprised when you see that it’s no other than Taehyung and Yeji who seem to have just arrived, happily greeting everyone around them.

“Are you okay?” You ask, noticing how he seems to have zoned out. It's a little unnerving for you to see him like this because you fear he could make a scene. More attention is the last thing you two need.

But it's not only that. It must be hard for him to see them here, and you do feel bad he has to go through this right now. You aren't friends, and he isn't the nicest, but you still have a heart, okay?

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be? Don't treat me like a baby.”

His answer comes directly after, making him sound careless, but you clearly see the way his jaw clenches when he tries to move his head away from the scene in front of you.

You’re trying to not let his sudden change in mood get to you, but you can’t help but get a little irritated with the tone he uses while speaking to you. You can understand this is an unpleasant situation for him, but you are not to blame for any of this.

“I don’t know, maybe because you look like someone pissed in your breakfast.”

Jimin’s eyes land back on you, and for a quick second, you watch him clench his jaw before he grabs your hand again and pulls you with him, mumbling something about needing a drink.

Now, this is a thought you can relate to, and you're happy to finally get your hands on more alcohol. This whole day just screams for a way to calm your nerves and let your frustration out.

“I can’t believe they have the audacity to come here,” he boils as he sips from his drink. “I specifically asked Hyunjin to not let them in tonight, and yet, here they are. What the fuck. You really can't trust anyone anymore.”

You do feel for him because having to see them here - together over all must suck a lot and you have no idea how his relations to everyone around here differ from Taehyung's and Yeji's, but you know it's a bit too much to expect that just because he has problems with them, everyone else has to turn their backs on them, too. You don’t want to be the reason to annoy him even further, though, so you decide to just stay silent, nod your head in agreement, and play your part.

Sometimes, it's better to just listen and support than be the voice of reason. Maybe you two will have to have that talk someday, but surely not tonight.

You’re here for a reason, and it’s not to pick a fight with him.

“Should we dance?” you unexpectedly hear yourself ask after you both decided to calm yourselves with a few rounds of shots.

Admittedly, you should take it slow, considering it’s been a minute since you drank this much, but hey, anything to ease your nerves and make you a little less uncomfortable.

The problem, however, is that a side effect of alcohol is that you tend to get a little too carried away, and Jimin is probably the worst person to have around in that state because it's clear he's not going to stop you from making a fool of yourself.

Unlike you, he's already a bit too confident even without alcohol, which is why he instantly jumps at your suggestion, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him in no time. And before you know it, you're on the dance floor, dancing with none other than Park Jimin.

And it’s not the worst.

Not only do you desperately need to prove your "relationship" to everyone around you (which... doesn't seem to work very well so far) it also can't hurt to switch off and relax for a while. After all, you haven't had the chance to do that since you came here.

You’re finally letting loose, swaying your hips to the beat with your eyes closed as you feel the alcohol running through your system. It has been so long since you just had fun - let alone at a party - but it feels so good you don’t even care about the couple hundred eyes that have to be watching you right now.

No, they should be watching. Maybe seeing you and Jimin act comfortable around each other will do the trick.

You decide to turn everything off and live in the moment for once, not even caring about the fact that you’re literally grinding on Jimin right now while he's practically doing the same, keeping his grip firmly on your hips. You barely even notice.

All of this is entirely overshadowed by you simply enjoying yourself. Finally.

But the state of pure peace and bliss you are currently in does not last long when you feel Jimin’s hot breath brush against your cheek as he whispers something in your ear.

“Are you trying to make me hard or something?”

Your eyes immediately shot open, and you turn around to push him away from you while he’s laughing hard enough to make his eyes disappear.

“You’re such a dick! I was finally having fun,” you complain, but can barely hide the grin at the sight of him laughing so damn hard until you fall into a fit of amused giggles as well.

“I didn’t ask you to stop. Sorry if you misunderstood,” he defends himself holding his hands up in surrender.

You throw your head back in laughter, and yes, you entirely blame this on your drunken state because Park Jimin’s sexual innuendos wouldn’t make you laugh this much if you were sober.

You watch him purely grin at you in amusement for a while until you raise a brow, silently asking him what he’s looking at, but he just shrugs, coming closer as you're now dancing a little less daringly.

“Nothing, it’s just that I’ve never seen you like this before. Didn’t know you could actually be fun.”

His answer doesn’t surprise you since you must admit you almost forgot this side of yours as well. Also, it’s not like Jimin has known you for long enough to know the person you were before you turned into a loner.

But you can be fun, and have a lot more in store than just that. You don't plan on showing Jimin all of you, though. It's not like you're friends, and he doesn't need to know you more than he has to for the sake of making your relationship believable.

A little later that same night, you have once again decided to ditch the party and find a secluded place where you can just… not socialize for a while.

The only difference is that this time you have Jimin as your companion, sitting next to you on the roof of the frat house after bragging about showing you the coolest place here.

And here you are, looking down at all the people partying below you, while you're just enjoying the view, both with a beer in your hand, talking about some stuff and getting to know each other.

Weirdly, this is really comforting.

It’s not that bad getting to know the guy behind all that “golden boy” facade, and in a way, it’s the first time you realize that besides being super popular and rich, Jimin is also just a guy in his twenties, trying to survive and find his own way in life.

By now, you both sobered up a little and even if it’s not exactly enough for you to be safely sitting on a rooftop, you at least stopped giggling about everything which you’re very thankful for.

Right now, he’s telling you a little about his family. You don’t even remember how you came to that, but you find yourself being interested in what he tells you about them. Just from what he told you til now, you feel like he’s grown up in a very loving family who he also seems to be close with.

He especially seems to care a lot about his younger sister, or at least that’s what you assume because, for the last hour or so, he always comes back to telling you about her.

“It’s just… she is dating this giant dick-face, okay?” Jimin explains, staring ahead with a sigh.

“Jimin,” you admonish him, already rolling your eyes, but can’t completely hide the smile slowly spreading on your face.

“No, I mean it! Really!” He exclaims, turning his head to stare at you with big, serious eyes. “His face is literally formed like a giant ball sack, and his hair is—”

He doesn’t get any further before you smack his arm, laughing at his stupidity. “Stop, you’re being ridiculous,” you giggle, shaking your head as you see him trying to suppress his own grin.

The quiet waves of laughter from both of you are followed by a comfortable silence as you just sit there on a damn roof, while a couple hundred people are partying.

You catch yourself feeling comfortable in his company, even enjoying it for once without getting irritated by him. It’s something new and strange, but you welcome the change.

“He’s not good enough for her,” Jimin then breaks the silence again after a while, staring thoughtfully into the night sky. “No one is, but least of all him. I try to tell her all the time, but she just never listens.”

He doesn’t notice you watching him right after, studying how his brows are furrowed together in deep thought and the way his hands fumble with the fabric of his jeans as he probably thinks about his sister’s well-being.

And you don’t notice how the corners of your lips subconsciously perk up into a small smile.

It’s unusual for you to see him like this. Thoughtful, caring. It’s the first time you see a glimpse of the person underneath all the snooty, self-absorbed posturing.

Sure, he has shown a little compassion for your situation but that's the most he's done so far. With his sister, however, you can see how caring he can actually be, and at this moment, even if it doesn’t stay for long, you decide that you don’t despise this Jimin as much as the other one.

“You probably don’t want to hear what I’m about to tell you,” you start, seeing him turn his head back at you.

“Then it’s better when you keep it to yourself,” he interrupts, grinning as to let you know he isn’t being serious.

You snort, shaking your head. “She will not listen to anyone. And the more you tell her what a mistake she is making, the more she will want to do it,” you say, closely watching his reaction to your little advice - if you can even call it that.

To your surprise, he seems to listen, and you admire him nodding his head understandingly.

“What else can I do then?”

“I’m afraid there isn’t anything you can do at this point,” you shrug, looking at him apologetically when you see the little hopeful look in his eyes slowly disappear.

“If she won’t listen to the people closest to her, she will have to make her own decisions and face the consequences. Even if she’ll end up being hurt.”

“I don’t want that to happen,” he sighs. “She always wants to act like an adult and tries to be mature and stuff, but she’s just seventeen. And she’s sensitive, even if she never shows it to anyone.“

It’s clear he loves his sister very much, and it warms your heart to see how she can make a whole different Jimin appear than the one you got to know recently.

“I know. Sorry,” you quietly breathe out. “But I don’t think there’s anything you can do about it. It’s part of growing up.”

“Maybe you could try and talk to her sometime?” He suddenly suggests, looking at you with big eyes that make him look so much younger.

“Why? Because I have a history with dick-faced douchebags?” You joke, expecting him to laugh along at your joke.

No idea why you expected that because Jimin immediately agrees, shrugging his shoulders while he looks at you completely serious with a simple “yeah”.

“Wow, gotta love your honesty,” you mumble, turning your head straight ahead again. “I don’t think I’m the right person for that, though. I’m sorry. And no offense, but I refuse to meet your family,” you state. “It’s already bad enough that we have to lie to everyone around here. I really don’t want us to lie to the people closest to us. They shouldn't be a part of this.”

He doesn’t say anything to that, but just by the way he slightly nods with his beer bottle tightly pressed to his lips, you guess that he agrees.

“Why don’t you ask Nayeon instead?” you propose, just thinking out loud. “She’s way better with people than I am, and I'm sure your sister would rather listen to her anyway. They already know each other.” You explain, still trying to help him out. Even if you refuse to get involved with his family, for good reasons, you can still try to be helpful in different ways if it really burdens him this much.

“Nayeon…” you immediately catch Jimin’s face falter again as soon as you bring up her name, and you wonder what this could be about.

“Nayeon isn’t… she’s not really in the right state of mind to give advice to others, I guess,“ he beats around the bush, making you even more curious about what’s going on with her.

What is he hinting at?

Now that you come to think of it, you haven’t seen her for quite some time now, and you haven’t heard about her either, which is not common for her.

She's the life of every party, everybody loves her so... what is going on?

“She isn't doing well at all. I’m seriously worried about her.”

You see a look, similar to what he looked like earlier on his face when talking about his sister’s well-being. But this time, it's even more severe.

You’re still mad at Nayeon and don’t want to ask about her for that reason, but you cannot help but worry about her too. Especially since Jimin looks so serious.

“Why? What’s wrong with her?”

“Above all, she's very heartbroken, of course. She genuinely loved Taehyung, and she always thought of Yeji as a close friend. What happened really gnaws at her,” he explains, confirming your guess as you nod and focus your gaze on your clapped-together hands.

“But what really gets to her is… what happened between her and you,” he then admits, making your ears perk up immediately though you try to look unbothered and just don’t say anything to that, nor do you look at him.

“She hates herself for what happened, ___.”

“She should,” you shrug, acting entirely cold even though you don’t mean it. “After all, she did get off better than me.”

“Nayeon is not a bad person, ___. She was just very hurt and—”

“I was hurt too,” you interrupt him, eventually turning your head to throw him a stern look. “I know, no one ever cares about my feelings, but I was hurt too, Jimin. I don’t give a fuck about Taehyung or Yeji or anyone else. But Nayeon – I really expected more from her,” you rant, glad you managed to not let your voice break.

“Trust me, she did too,” Jimin says, looking straight into your eyes. “I’m not taking her side. Not at all,” he makes sure to let you know, keeping his voice solid. “What she did was very wrong, and there is no excuse for it.”

“But?”

“But,” he sucks in some air, keeping his gaze on you the whole time. “We both know that Nayeon is not that person,” he states.

You know he’s right. But you can’t just forget about what she said to you and what she did. Not just like that. Especially not when it happened in front of so many people.

Would she have done it differently, asked you to meet her somewhere private and talk it out, you would still have been disappointed in her for believing this lie, but you could have forgiven her.

The way she did it, however, showed you a side of her you never knew existed, and you’re not sure you can see past that. At last not so soon and not that easy.

“She used to always talk to me about you, and she always took your side whenever someone said anything mean,” he says after a while. “I'm the last person to expect anything from you right away, but I think it would do you both good to talk to each other. Not until you’re ready, of course. It may just be something to think about. Just… try and be the bigger person.”

You can’t help but scoff. He has no idea how many times you've recited that stupid line to yourself as if it were a mantra.

Don’t say anything, ___. Just leave. Be the bigger person.

“I’m tired of having to be the bigger person, Jimin,” you state. “Look, I’m sorry she’s not doing well, I really am. I would never wish anything bad on her or anyone else for that matter, but it doesn’t always have to be me who has to be the bigger person. I didn’t do anything wrong, and it is not my responsibility to approach her and smooth things over.”

That you took him by surprise is clearly written on his face, but you don’t let him say anything to that anymore before you start to get up, ready to go home.

This night is over. You did what he asked of you, and now you want to leave. It's not like there's any purpose for you to still be here, and it's late anyway.

It takes him a moment before he realizes you’re actually leaving, and he hastily gets up as well, almost falling off the roof in the process.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Home. It’s getting late, and I’m starting to get cold,” you say, sounding nonchalant.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, slowly stumbling over to you.

It really is a wonder you both managed to not fall off the damn roof by now.

“What for? Would you have given me your jacket?” You try to joke, going back to your earlier mood.

You don’t want to pick a fight with him tonight. You already spend the whole day being annoyed by him so you decide to just stuff the whole Nayeon-story into the back of your head and carry on to where you left off before that.

Because you would rather shove a cactus down your throat than admit it when you’re sober, but Park Jimin can be fun to hang around when he makes an effort.

It’s like two sides of the same coin, but both sides are rusty, but one just a little less.

Yeah. That sounds like a decent enough description.

Still, as you're walking up to your apartment, followed by Jimin who was nice enough to help you up. It must have looked funny to a bystander watching two tipsy people stumble up the stairs, but you're thankful nonetheless. It shows that he does have manners after all.

“This night was a disaster and I feel like it's mostly my fault,” you decide to speak up about the elephant in the room, knowing pretty well it was on both of your minds because you two haven't really shared more than two words since leaving the party. Now that the effect of the alcohol is slowly wearing off, you're starting to feel bad about it.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, making you turn around to face him.

“You wanted to really get started with the plan today. You wanted to convince everyone, I was supposed to get to know everyone and get involved, blah blah blah. Instead, I hid somewhere or just bitched at people half the time - which was completely justified, by the way, but I'm still sorry that we couldn't achieve what you had in mind,” you ramble.

Jimin smiles, shrugging his shoulders as to show you it's not a big deal. "I'm sorry for ditching you at the start and not defending you as much as I should have,” he apologizes as well, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Ah, so he did notice then.

“I already broke my promise to you, and I'm sorry for that. I hope you're still in, though and if you are, I promise this won't happen again. The truth is, I had met Yeji when I was on my way back to you, and it kinda put me off. I was in a bad mood the whole time after that. And then I came back, and you were gone, and everyone was making rude remarks,” he groans. “And then I find you with Jeon of all people.”

Well, it's not the greatest apology, but it's more than you expected, and you're glad he at least made an effort. So you just smile and nod.

“It was the first try,” you say, already turning around to open your door. “Let's do better next time. It's not like the entire night was a flop. You're bearable when you shut up, Park.”

At this, Jimin laughs. “I can only return that compliment, babygirl. You should be drunk more often. It makes you so much more likable.”

You don't return anything to that, just simply throw him the middle finger as you walk inside your home and close the door behind your back.

Truth is, tonight really wasn't a total flop, and you know if you both put in a little more effort, this could actually work.

#jimin au #jimin slow burn #jimin fake dating au #jimin angst #jimin fluff #jimin smut #jimin e2l #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #bts jimin #bts imagines #bts au #bts angst #bts smut #bts fake dating au

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jhugas · 1 year

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‘JUST FOLLOW ME’- Jung Hoseok

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Please be aware that English is not my native language, if you have any correction, don’t be scared to tell me! And if you have any tips, I’ll gladly take them! Have a good time :)

Pairing: Soloidol!Hoseok X Soloidol!Reader, Idol au, rivals.

Main genre: smut (making out)

Then: slight angst

Summary: You and your rival, Hoseok, have to make out in front of the paparazzis to make them believe you’re dating. How will this go?

Warning/tags: making out, idol rival fake dating, public make out, filmed make out, paparazzis filming, rivals forced fake dating.

Word count: ~1k

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You’re a very famous idol, known internationally. However, you’re not the only one, Hoseok, your very first rival is also very famous internationally.

It all started in 2013, the year you both debuted. You debuted in different companies, but your debuts were in the same month. And the two companies being rivals, they putted pressure on you two to be the biggest solo Idol:

“Dance better than him!”

“Make your debuts more impactful than hers.”

“Look at the views! Is he doing better??”

“Pff, her music video isn’t even well made.”

“WE will be better than them.”

You both knew each other very well since you were analyzing and criticizing each other since your debuts. And you both knew very well that you hated each other, the dirty looks you two were giving weren’t lying. Somehow though, your fans never noticed.

Turns out, your achievements are almost the same, views almost identical, and fandoms having the same amount of fans. If your fandoms were always fighting, it would be alright… but that’s not the case. They’ve been begging for years to have a collaboration.

“Imagine y/n X Hoseok!!”

“I would love to see them have a duet”

“I think they are secretly dating.”

They always believed that those dirty looks you were throwing were seductive and shy.

“Just look at how he looked at her!!”

“When she looked away while he was staring at her💞”

And all of this brought you here… in front of him, your back against the car and his hands cupping your face.

Due to you two not winning as many fans as before, the companies thought that making you two fake date, kiss in front of the car and “getting caught by the paparazzis” on purpose, would bring more fans to the both of you, “assemble” your fandoms. So here you are…

It’s late, maybe around 9pm, the award ceremony just ended and now you have to get in your role. You go outside in front of the black car that’s supposed to be for him, and you wait… it is a warm night, honestly nothing to complain, you won so many awards. You stand there silently, looking around to possibly see him as the paparazzis are trying to guess what you’re doing here.

“They have no idea” you think to yourself, and that’s when you saw him. He approaches you with so much confidence that he looks stupid.

“What is wrong with him”. He finally catches up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

‘Hey baby, what are you doing here?’

He gently asked with a soft voice, tired from his previous performance.

‘I was waiting for you…’

You force yourself to smile.

‘You know we can’t talk here. We should go somewhere else’

You have to follow the script. The dialogue is very important as fans will try to read on your lips. You have to play the stupid game 100%.

‘No, I wanna talk here. No one can see us.’

People can definitely see you, that’s the whole purpose.

‘What do you want love?’

He asked with a sweet voice, squinting his eyes to show his concern.

Silence.

‘A…’

Say it. He looks at you so carefully. It’s almost as he actually cares.

‘A what?’

He whispered nicely. That wasn’t in the script. Was he actually trying to help you? To make you feel comfortable?

‘A kiss. I want a kiss.’

You eventually managed to say these four words.

‘All you had to do is ask…’

He said in a playful tone before smiling and leaning in. He puts his hands to cup your face but you stop him.

‘Are we sure? Is this really a good idea?’

You whispered. Your lips being so close to his, almost touching and hiding behind his thumb so that no one can read them.

‘Just follow me’

He whispered back, then slowly pushed his soft lips against yours.

He doesn’t wanna lose any time. He wants to finish this the quickest possible. He takes your top lip in between his and you do as he said: follow him, follow along.

His hands moving up and down your curves, and sometimes pulling you aggressively by your waist to bring you even closer. Your left hand on his shoulder and your right one sliding to his hair, messing up the work of his hairdresser. He licks your lip, he doesn’t hold back nor stop. You suddenly pull back to breathe.

‘What are you doing?’

He asked aggressively.

‘Breathing, give me two seconds’

You answer trying to catch your breath. He scoffs. He watches your body up and down, slides his hands under your thighs, and lifts you up. Your legs around his waist, he leans in and kisses you again passionately.

You finally relax and give in, kissing him back with passion. Accepting the fact that he was carrying your whole weight, lifting you up from the ground, and in front of so many paparazzis knowing that almost everyone will see you in this position.

He takes a step back and opens the door of the car as he kisses you now from your jaw to your neck. He gets inside the backseats, your legs still around him, and lays you down softly. You grab his neck as the only thing paparazzis could see right now was his feet still out the door. He pulls back, gets to the door then closes it, locking you both in the car.

You’re still laying on the seats and he looks at you, hair messy and lips tinted by your lipstick.

‘You okay? They’re not supposed to see us right now’

He asked with siren eyes, breathing hard.

‘Yeah… I’m alright…’

You answered, noticing the bulge in his pants. You laugh inside.

‘Are you okay??’

You asked back.

‘Yea’

He licked his lips then bit his bottom ones.

‘I’m alright.’

Thank you for reading !

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lolabangtan · 2 years

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STAY | 12

Right when you finally get to fuck Jungkook, the world seems willing anything to get in your way.

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Word count: 12k

Warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, horny people.

# sub!Jungkook, edging, dry humping, dirty talking, protected vaginal sex, soft dom!reader, body worshipping, hair pulling, begging, nipple play, noona kink, whiny Kook again 😭, kinda inexperienced!Jungkook, kisses and smooches, romantic sex, praise kink.

A/N: I added a jelly scene to quench your thirsts. Also, there’s a Paul Rudd and a Parks and Recreation reference, can you spot it?

Something soft and warm presses against his cheek. It feels wet, but not exactly damp – rather moisty, at most. And so, so warm, his stomach clenches when it moves down to his lips and chin, peppering caresses. Nails raking through his hair, he lets out a pleased groan, still sunk into a drowsy state.

“Noona…”

Your chuckle vibrates against the skin of his neck. “Yes, baby?”

Jungkook finally manages to open his eyes; your warm presence behind him lets him know it’s you, but he kind of could recognise your strokes, the sweetness of your ministrations.

You fell asleep on the couch at some point before the movie even ended. The blanket still covers the both of you, shielding the mess in his pants of which he becomes annoyingly aware the second he tries to stir on the furniture. Taehyung’s snores come from the other couch, and someone you recognise as Namjoon is asleep on the floor, making you chuckle.

“Good morning,” he mumbles, trying to turn over to face you, and you smile with your chest pumped up in joy. “Did you, uh, sleep well?”

He looks so endearing right now, with his hair all dishevelled after a good sleep, eyes still half-hooded as they try to get used to the light. You’ve tasted Jungkook, and now you don’t think you can help yourself.

“A-ah, hm, I—” Jungkook closes his eyes when you throw yourself onto his neck, ready to kiss and peck and nibble and bite to your heart’s content. His hands travel to your waist in an attempt to ground himself, fearing he’ll fly away and change dimensions as you leave blossoming marks all over the skin of his neck.

“You’re delicious, bunny, I don’t think I’ll ever have enough—”

You cut yourself off to free your mouth; no need to waste it with useless babbling when you may as well be kissing him.

But he doesn’t chase your lips when you pull back; instead, Jungkook stares up at you with those eyes that you love so much, a soft smile on his lips. His thumb moves to stroke your cheek, brushing a rebellious strand of hair out of your face, and something inside of you shivers.

There’s so much adoration on his fingertips.

And then he just bursts out in laughter, clear and coming from the heart, the kind of laugh that makes him shut his eyes and scrunch his nose. Suddenly, a heavy weight falls off your shoulders, off your belly, down your throat to the pit of your stomach, where it dies and is pushed out back as a laugh. You feel light as a feather, ready to take the entire world between your arms.

Jungkook is still giggling when he says, “Look at us, who would’ve thought?” You shake your head. “Not me…”

Then he finally nuzzles your neck, chest pushing yours. Jungkook feels warm to the touch over his clothes, earthy and cosy and mellow, cuddling you with his soft cheek pressed against your heart.

You kiss the top of his head, and he melts into you.

You stay in silence for a couple of minutes, your nails raking through his hair as his warmth seeps into you; like a charger, it soothes something inside of you, something that was exhausted and has finally got the chance to close its eyes. That is before an annoyingly loud slurping breaks the quiet.

“Hey, are you awake?” You reluctantly open your eyes to see Ari standing in front of the couch, sipping one of your mixed juice bricks. “I’m hungry, want food, need nutrients.”

“We’re still asleep,” Jungkook murmurs, burying his face between your boobs.

Then Ari tilts her head, staring at the two of you with a smitten smile – until it turns into a frown, and she kicks Jungkook in the butt out of the blue.

“Ouch—!”

“You!” she cuts him off with a bark. “I’m happy to see you’ve made up, but I swear, if you ever hurt her again, you jerk, I’ll make your ass my kicking bag! Do you even know she literally sobbed her face off—?”

Your face lights up in embarrassment, and you throw a cushion at her – which she proficiently dodges. “Shut the fuck up! God—” But you meet Jungkook’s eyes in an attempt to avoid any visual contact, and he’s smiling up at you. “D-don’t listen to her, I didn’t cry or anything—” And then his arms tighten around you before he leaves a kiss on your shoulder, still not uttering a word.

“I’ll be waiting for my breakfast, peasants,” Ari lets out before vanishing into your room.

Alone again, you feel Jungkook squeeze you tighter. His hot breath hits your neck, tickling you. Amidst the newly returned silence, his closeness is healing. You could perfectly go back to sleep.

Until he whines, “Noona…”

“Yes?”

“I…” There’s a precious, adorable pout on his lips as Jungkook looks up at you. “I need to get changed— I feel so weird down there.”

Oh, true. Last night you jerked him off over his underwear until he came all over himself – you had nearly forgotten, uh – so, leaning on your elbow to straighten up, you lift the blanket to the height of his hips and see that the mess is indeed still there. It didn’t disappear overnight.

“Oh, no, bunny,” you say with faked shock, “look!”

Jungkook’s blush worsens, and he looks both mortified and turned on.

But you don’t tease him further. Instead, you wrap the blanket around his hips and rush him into the bathroom before everyone else wakes up, telling him to wait for you there. Then you get up, rub your eyes, and head to your bedroom to fetch clean clothes to change into. You spot a half-naked Jimin snoring in your bed, a sight that quickly makes you roll your eyes – and consider going for a change of sheets as well.

Once you’re done, you come back and knock at the bathroom door. “It’s me, can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

His voice comes out muffled by the shower, but it ceases as you walk in and close the door behind you; Jungkook is already wrapping a towel around his hips when you leave the neatly folded pile of clothes next to the sink.

“That was more than a quick shower.”

“It’s early, so the water’s still freezing,” he replies as he steps out of the tray, but you’re too busy eyeing him up and down. “Like what you see, noona?”

Huh, a couple of kisses and a hand job – and he’s this cocky already.

You cock an eyebrow and flash a smirk at him. “I’d like it even better if I could see the whole thing.”

Jungkook’s fingers subconsciously brush the flimsy knot of his towel, almost as if giving it a thought, but then he grins again. His heart is beating so fast it almost hurts, blood running through his veins and making him dizzy with excitement. You’re always a box of surprises, he never knows what kind of treat he’ll get from your reactions.

Only that you drive him crazy.

“So,” he begins, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he supposedly tries to fold it, “you had a crush on me, noona? That’s embarrassing.”

At your silence, he carelessly drops the garment on the counter to corner you with his arms. Leaning in, his lips leave a weightless kiss on your chin, moving up to one cheek and then the other. You, however, remain relentlessly silent, merely watching. Your eyes on him send shivers down his spine.

It’s not until he kisses your neck with his frozen lips, his cold hands sneaking under your shirt, that you react, fleeing from the freezing contact; his palms might warm up at your expense, but you make your hand slither all the way up to his nape to make him look up.

“You know, Jungkook” – his name leaving your lips in that firm, warning tone of yours is as thrilling as he thought it’d be – “that this will have consequences, don’t you?”

And he melts into you at your words. “Shit, I hope so.”

With a jerky tug, you bring him up to your lips for a hard kiss. Teeth nibbling his lip before they move to the side to explore his jaw and neck, Jungkook shudders and moves his arms off the counter to hug you instead, seeking a firmer hold. A desperate whimper leaves him when you brush your lips together, barely touching and breathing his air, just to suck on his tongue again.

“Noona, fuck, n-noona,” he gasps into your mouth, “touch me, please—”

You sink your teeth into his shoulder. “You’re always so needy, bunny… I’m sure you’d get hard just with my kisses, huh?”

As if trying to prove your words to be true, Jungkook’s hips buck onto your tummy, the tent under the towel already visible. Your eager boy, he’s so precious, so reactive to your touch, so vocal— he drives you fucking crazy.

“And yet you were teasing me just a minute ago,” you grunt in his ear as you fiddle with the knot.

Jungkook lets go of your swollen lips to stare at you, pupils twinkling in pure adoration. His hands cup your cheeks to lean in for another kiss, this time softer, as his body melts into yours. I’m sorry, noona, you hear come out of them, the tone almost mockingly innocent. He knows perfectly well what he was doing, and he’s going to learn his lesson – by hook or by crook. You’re just not too sure which one he will like better.

“Do you think I didn’t know you had a crush on me too, baby?” you ask with a grin, and Jungkook blushes instantly. “So dirty, getting the hots for your roommate— was it a fantasy of yours?”

All guys fantasise about screwing their flatmate. Ari’s voice sounds faded in the distance.

“N-no, it— it wasn’t like that,” he blurts out.

With his eyes wide open in mortified panic, you know you’ve unveiled a dirty secret of his. Maybe it wasn’t so from the very beginning – and you will never know, probably – but judging by the way his voice has gone high-pitched, you can tell there is at least some truth in it.

“Did you ever spy on me in the shower or something?” you tease him.

“No!” he rushes to say. “I’d never do that!”

“Really? You never wanted to know how I’d look completely naked, dripping under the running water?” Jungkook goes tense against you, gripping the counter edge instead; touching you isn’t exactly the best idea right now that he’s fighting the urge to hump you like a dog. “Maybe I’ve even touched myself thinking about the cute bunny I share a flat with—”

He looks up at you astonished.

“You… have?”

A bit embarrassed but completely turned on, you whisper to his ear, “A couple of times, yeah.”

His cock twitches, covered by the thick towel and otherwise pressed against your navel. You can’t see it, but it’s leaking so much, dripping precum, smearing it against the fabric.

“Sit down,” you grunt, pushing him away. Jungkook stumbles back until his ass is seated on the toilet, and you straddle his lap without pulling your lips away from his. “That’s it, good boy…” He shudders between your arms and kisses you back – or tries to. “So hard and ready, aren’t you? Could just throw away this stupid towel and fucking milk you dry.”

As if trying to prove your words, you roll your hips down against his bulge. The friction makes him mewl, twist his neck to the side, and grab your waist to ground himself. Your faces grow hot simultaneously as the tension coils in your stomachs.

“This— this is exactly what I’d think about, bunny,” you pant against his lips, fingers tugging at his wet hair. “Fucking myself with a toy, thinking it was you—”

He’s gritting his teeth, you’re afraid he might hurt himself. “Fuck! God, noona, n-noona!”

Jungkook’s practically crying out for you by now.

“I-I could hear you,” he then whispers, breathless and overwhelmed by the growing pleasure in his stomach, making him curl his toes. “Every time you did, I could hear you. And— and I couldn’t help— fuck, noona, sorry, but I-I couldn’t…”

Your face is burning, hot blood running through your veins, pumped up by lust. “You couldn’t help what?”

“I couldn’t help p-playing with myself—”

“Oh” – you let out a moan of pure arousal, shoving your hips harder and faster against his clothed cock – “fucking hell, bunny, I’m gonna fuck you right here, fuck your pretty cock until—”

You suddenly hear a thud, heavy steps stampeding your way, and someone starts banging on the door, chanting, “WE! DEMAND! BREAKFAST!” It’s Ari’s voice. Jungkook pulls away from you, ignoring the tears already rolling down his cheeks; just one more minute and he’ll be coming against the fabric of the towel. “Come out!”

“We’ll finish this later,” you whisper in his ear after you groan, totally annoyed that your stupid friends ruined the mood. “One fucking second, we’re coming!”

“Jungkook sure is— ouch!”

Ignoring Jungkook’s grimace of horror as his cheeks turn red, embarrassed by the fact that he was loud enough for them to hear. But then you lean in for a kiss that feels as tender as it could get, and your soft hands cupping his face manage to calm him down.

“I better feed the gremlins before they eat us instead,” you tell him with a smile.

He doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re too far from him to reach, and you walk out so that he can change peacefully.

“So, I told her that she was a bitch for selling me out. How could she! After passing her my notes the— hey! Are you even listening?”

Ari turns to you, arms crossed to show how offended she is that you’re not paying attention to her story. But you don’t even notice that she’s noticed, too busy kissing Jungkook and kneading his waist over his shirt while you wait in line at the coffee shop down the street.

“Uh-huh.” Jimin’s finally back from the restroom. “I think we’ve got some competition, mommy…”

“Order for Y/N!”

At the barista’s call, you finally turn around to fetch your coffee.

Jungkook follows you to the counter even though he hasn’t ordered anything for himself – this might be the last chance he’ll have to be with you until the evening, once you’re back from work and he’s off practice. But then again, he’s meeting Jimin later since he needs his hyung’s help for some assignment, and there’s this party the team has been annoyingly adamant about throwing.

So, of course, Jungkook can’t just stop kissing you, the next hours will be the worst of his life. Besides, you won’t stop reminding him of how well you’ll fuck him as soon as you get the chance.

Your fingers intertwine with his on your way out.

“Don’t we have time for a little nap on the lawn?” Ari asks, walking ahead of you with Jimin, as she turns around to the two of you. “I don’t wanna rush the coffee down my throat. And we’ve got Wang now; she’s always late!”

“I’ll drop Jungkook at his class and go straight to Wang’s,” you reply, coffee already half-vanished from your cup.

You leave your friends behind and head to the main building. His fingers are still locked with yours, hot and a bit sweaty due to the early summer heat. But you don’t really care, because holding hands never felt so good – even if your mind is clouded by thoughts of him naked and whimpering underneath you.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as you walk down the hall.

He noticed you were engrossed in your thoughts. Most times he wouldn’t even bother to ask, knowing he’s not one to inquire someone as to why they’re zoning out, but Jungkook did feel the way your grip on him tightened.

But you only chuckle, tilting your chin with a playful grin. “Oh, you’ll need more than that. A penny and an ID, at least.”

“Ah…” Jungkook tries to fight a smile. “But we’re in public, noona…”

“That didn’t stop me last night, did it?”

The two of you stop in front of the door of his lecture hall; there’s a wave of students mindlessly walking past you, chatting, laughing, cheered up by the so-awaited nice weather. It’s sunny out, beams of white light coming through the high windows into the busy halls. Summer’s coming and everyone is starting to feel it in their bodies.

He lets go of you, wiping his hand on his pants. “Sorry, I know it’s a bit too sweaty—” And someone bumps into his back mid-sentence, apologising immediately as it pushes Jungkook against you. “Soobin-ah! Watch where you’re going, I almost crushed—”

“Noona!” the boy chirps. “I didn’t see you.”

“Hi there.”

“Hm, one of the team’s hyungs is throwing a party tonight, are you coming?” Jungkook frowns, eyes continuously shifting from you to his teammate as he tries to process the scene. “Last one was a fail.”

“Yeah, we’re totally coming.”

Soobin’s eyes darken as he notices the presence of your boyfriend. “Ah, hey. Didn’t know you were there. Um, so you two are still together, noona? I heard around you had broken up. Cool to know you haven’t, though!” That’s the last straw for Jungkook; he pouts and looks at you to understand why you’re being so cool about this. He’s literally hitting on you, and you’re answering so casually to his offensive questions. “Yeah, so… see you around?”

You wave your hand at Soobin to say goodbye, watching him go back to his friends, who were waiting for him a few feet away, and vanish down the corridor.

“Noona!” Jungkook whines as soon as his enemy is gone.

“Yeah, bunny?”

Yeah, bunny? Is that all you’ve got to say? But you notice that this little conversation with Soobin upset him, so you circle him and cup his cheeks, leaning in for a kiss. Jungkook is a bit stubborn at first to give in, but he loves your kisses too much.

“You don’t ever need to get jealous, baby,” you whisper against his lips, nails raking through his hair. “You’re all I want.”

Maybe you uttered those words without much thought, looking only to comfort him – but it lights something up in his guts, something that is so warm it sends shivers down to his toes and up to his spine. A feeling of belonging is all Jungkook has ever wanted. And he found it within your arms.

Just the thought that he might lose you to someone else drives him crazy.

“I mean it,” you repeat as if you knew he’s sulking about it. Your hands find his cheeks, and you pull Jungkook down for a tender kiss, merely a brush of lips against each other. “You don’t know how happy I am that my stupid car broke down.”

And maybe it was that you finally addressed the topic he had been so much dreading to even think about; the bet, the fact that you’re not truly dating, how blurred the lines of your relationship would be from now on – but he kisses you deeper, breathing heavily through his nose, and crumbles down against your shoulders in a tight hug.

“Oh, no, baby— don’t cry!”

You can’t help letting out a small laugh, rather from surprise than from finding it actually amusing. Placing a kiss on the crown of his head, you let him melt into your arms for a bit longer.

His professor walks past you to walk into the classroom, glancing at you. “Kookie, you should go in or you’ll be late.”

“Don’t wanna,” he lets out against your shoulder, voice muffled.

“You are such a big baby!” Your giggles, which are now genuine, make him shake over you, and Jungkook looks up with his eyes still a bit teary. A twinkle of curiosity kindles in them when you press your lips against his ear. “Be good and noona will treat you very well tonight.”

The only thing that delays his entry into the classroom is the string of desperate kisses that Jungkook leaves on your lips between ‘thank you’s and sweet nothings.

The rest of the day passes terribly slowly. You only meet Ari in one of your last classes, and you don’t even get a chance to sit together; when you arrive, there are only a couple of empty seats scattered around the classroom.

After a long hour of listening to Mass Persuasion and Propaganda, you walk back to the quad.

“What time do you go to work?” she asks you as she puts on her sunglasses. “We could meet at your place when you’re back to get ready for Chan’s party.”

“Sure,” you murmur.

Your phone buzzes, and you take it out to see it’s a text from Jungkook:

[Thursday, 2:08 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: Missing you noona 😢

“So…” You were probably staring down at your phone and smiling like an idiot because Ari is smugly putting her arm around your shoulders. “Jungkookie and you made up, huh? Can’t say I’m not happy— but is it for good this time?”

Your smile widens. “I’m pretty sure it is, yeah.”

She’s happy for you, radiant; she had wanted to see you like this for so long, loves that you’re excited and passionate about things again. It’s not all because of Jungkook, Ari does understand that, but he’s played a key role. And she’s not happy just because you’re back at sharing your feelings with her, she’s also glad that you’re… embracing them.

In some way, you’re healing. It feels like she can breathe again.

[Thursday, 2:10 PM] You: Me too, bunny.

[Thursday, 2:10 PM] You: Can’t wait to see you tonight ❤️❤️

[Thursday, 2:11 PM] You: So, behave.

You turn off the screen of your phone, too jittery to wait for a response; your body is bubbling up with hormones, it’d be just like pointlessly putting it to torture.

[Thursday, 2:13 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: 😳

[Thursday, 2:13 PM] 🐇💕Baby Koo💕🐇: 😏

Okay, you swear you’ll put your phone down for good this time. It’s just so hard to resist the urge to keep texting him through his way to practice – and tease him endlessly telling him what you’ll do to him as soon as you’re alone.

Jesus, you are thirsty.

Although you try to say goodbye to Ari, she decides that she will drive you to work as Jungkook needs his car to get home afterwards. You agree, as you’d rather not spend so much money on cabs, and you just spend the whole commute singing off-key and making references to videos that only the two of you find funny.

Honestly, your shift could have gone by a bit quicker, but you know you’re to blame for that; daydreaming about tonight as the club is pretty much empty isn’t really the best way to focus on work.

After five and a half long hours, your relief shift arrives. You get changed back into your normal clothes in the blink of an eye, and you run so as not to miss the bus home. You hate the deprecated bus line in the city, but this time you have no choice, and you don’t have the time to walk home either.

By the time you get home, Ari’s sitting next to your building’s doorway, mindlessly scrolling down her phone.

“Oh my goodness! I thought you got kidnapped, what took you so long?”

You shrug as you take out your keys. “I missed the bus, and the next one took fifteen minutes. And it’s still technically rush hour.”

“Jeez,” she lets out, “you need your car back ASAP.”

“No, I just need Jungkook’s!” you whine instead and open the door. You let her walk in first so that you can close it behind you, and Ari takes off her jacket and drops her purse on the couch. “It feels like I haven’t seen him in ages.”

Ari smiles fondly at you. “Sometimes it just feels like that, doesn’t it? Like a lifetime isn’t enough.”

The two of you head to your room; Jungkook hasn’t really moved out completely, and the few things he took out during his ghosting days were put back in your room this very morning. ‘For the sake of conveniency’, he said, but you know he’s just as eager as you are to just get close together. Not that you’re complaining – sharing a room and a bed definitely has its perks.

You’re just yet to find out, ugh.

“Okay!” Ari suddenly comes back with two beers. “So, it’s time to decide what we’ll wear. I’m pretty confident about my choice, though.”

Getting for a party used to be one of your favourite things to do in the whole world; picking the outfit, the overall vibe, the makeup, singing and laughing with your friends, having a drink or two to get pumped up. Now, maybe you’ve come back to being rather fond of it.

Six beers, three half-failed outfits, and many giggles later, you’re ready to go; it’s half-past nine, so Taehyung will be on his way already to pick you up. Chan’s throwing the party at his father’s, where you’ll have the freedom to make as much noise as you feel like. It does sound promising, and you can’t deny you’re excited.

At Tae’s text, you come down, and you arrive at the house not long after.

The muffled music vibrates across the walls and windows, beams of coloured light peeking through the glass. You can hear the chaotic mix of voices, singing or screaming, as you walk in.

“I’m gonna go and look for the others!” Taehyung says to your ear, and you nod. “You could get some drinks!”

Nodding your head, Ari and you head hand-to-hand to one of the tables while he disappears into the dancing crowd. Once you spot a bunch of bottles, she makes a silly happy dance, and you get on with the drinks, chuckling softly at her antics.

“God, I wanna dance!” Ari groans.

With a drink secured between your fingers, she drags you to the mass of people, already moving her body to the song blasting. You follow her without a single thought in your head, and your body kind of imitates her; the music’s too good, and you’re in a good mood, so you can’t help but dance along with her. This is the first time in a while that being surrounded by strangers feels encouraging and not like a nightmare.

The two of you keep shifting from dancing to getting another drink for an hour or so. Some people you know passed by and said hello, complimented your outfit, and said you should hang out sometime. Even Chan drops by at some point on his way to the bathroom.

“Shouldn’t Tae have found the guys by now?” you suddenly ask Ari when the host leaves.

But she just shrugs. “Am I not enough, babygurl?” she whines then, pouting. You don’t listen, though, because someone precious has entered your view; your eyes fix on Jungkook, standing with a cup in his hand as he quietly listens to one of Jimin’s rants. A soft smile appears on your lips. “— sounds like fun, huh?”

“Uh?” You raise your head. “Sorry, what did you say? I wasn’t listening.”

Ari crosses her arms and frowns.

“I was just saying— I saw Soobin and some other guys from the swim club playing King’s cup. We could join them!”

“King’s cup…? Sure.”

Yes, you want to be with Jungkook, but it probably is for the best to let him be on his own for now, let him be with his friends and get used to the party at his own pace. You know things like this overwhelm him easily, so you’ll go and pester him with cuddles and kisses once he’s comfortable.

Soobin’s eyes light up when the two of you approach the group. When he makes room for you next to him, they restart the game, and you wait until it’s your turn to pick up a card. After a while, the common cup gets filled three times, and of course, you pick up the fourth king.

“Ha? No way I’m drinking that!” you cry out. Soobin laughs a bit too loudly, but your pout eventually encourages him to drink it for you. “What are you—? Oh my God, Soobin!” Everyone bursts out in laughter, either because of your complaints or because of his face when he drank it. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

But you’re laughing too, you really can’t help it – the poor boy made the biggest face of disgust you’ve ever seen. Naturally, it was a mix of heavily charged drinks with different sodas.

It probably tasted like shit.

You rub his shoulder to comfort him. “You didn’t have to do that for me, really! I could’ve handled it—”

“But I want noona to have a good time!” he whines.

“You just want to look like a big boy in front of her,” one of the teammates teases him, and Soobin turns red. “Hey, Y/N, don’t let him patronise you again! Man up and gulp that shit down!”

“Oh boy, you can count on that!”

One of the boys picks up the cards to shuffle them again and then places them in the centre of the table, making sure there are enough drinks for everybody. Meanwhile, Soobin has been telling you about his achievements in the club while you listen attentively; he’s a good guy, and you like him, even if he’s a bit of a bigmouth sometimes.

When you turn your card over, you are greeted by the ace of hearts. Everyone cheers and drinks.

Beside you, Soobin is staring blankly into the corner of the large room. You take advantage of the other rounds to ask him if something is wrong, but he can’t hear you over the blasting music, so you lean into him to ask again.

“I was just wondering, noona—” Next to him, Ari finishes her drink and lets out a satisfied breath. “Are you really into Jungkook?”

Apart from the fact that he was talking louder for you to hear him, the group had also gone quiet, waiting for Soobin to gulp down his mandatory drink. Ari’s eyes widen at his question, but perhaps not as much as yours – you’re completely taken aback, not only by the question but also by how shamelessly he asked it.

“Sorry?”

“Don’t get me wrong, of course I know you’re not pretending to date or anything, that’d be stupid,” Soobin rushes to say, and you notice the blush on his cheeks, “but it doesn’t feel like you’re into him? Not as much as he is, at least.”

“Dude, what the fuck,” one of his friends blurts out. “What does that even mean?”

Ari grabs his shoulder. “He’s drunk, Y/N, just ignore him.”

Inside of you, there are two strong forces: one is crying out for you to get up and leave, forget about everyone in this party, including Jungkook. Just go back to your comfortable shell where you don’t have to deal with shameful blushes or uncomfortable comments. The other one wants you to say something just as hurting as what Soobin said, put him back in his place. However, your heart hates both possibilities, it wants to stay and have fun.

Had you left, though, you wouldn’t have noticed Soobin’s frustration. It’s printed on his face, in the way his eyes sadly fall to his cup, in the way he shrinks on his seat.

So, you just let out a loud cackle. “What do you mean? Of course I’m into him!”

“Yeah, silly, he’s her boyfriend, after all,” Ari continues, chuckling softly. “Hey—! Felix, how about you take Soobin out to get some air? I think he has drunk enough for the time being. Will you—? Thanks.”

He helps Soobin get up and sees him out into the garden. Some fresh air will do him good, you’re sure.

Ari leans into you. “Everything okay? Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“Oh, no!” you say, and your smile seems genuine enough to convince her. “At least we should finish this game, right? We can go dance later.”

You decide to take charge of shuffling the cards again, and she looks at you with a relaxed smile; she feared the worst, but now she realises that you may not be as brittle as she thought. A heavy weight flies off her chest, and Ari joins in the cheers to lighten the mood.

The ceiling lamp reflects in his drink, and he tilts it up to see his own face.

He’s never been much of a party person, though most of the time he ends up having a good time. Jungkook simply prefers to avoid loud music and strong smells, even if watching his drunken friends make fools of themselves is worth it. He’d just rather be home, having a beer, playing video games, being with you.

You seemed to be having so much fun not too long ago, playing some card game. You’re off somewhere, though – to the bathroom, probably, since you took Ari with you.

You might want to dance afterwards, so he’d better get ready to leave his comfortable seat on the sofa, away from most people. It’s the perfect spot because it’s far enough away that Jungkook doesn’t have to spend the night greeting people, but it’s also not so withdrawn from the others that it’d draw attention to himself.

Then he feels a hand on his shoulder, and Jungkook turns around, heart doing a somersault. “Jeez, sorry to disappoint.” Hobi must be referring to the way his face goes back to a literal bummer when he sees him.

“Sorry, hyung, I thought—” But Jungkook decides to shut up and scoot to the side, giving him room to sit next to him. “I was minding my own business. Why aren’t you dancing?”

His hyung giggles. “I’m just recharging – I wanna give my all now that everyone’s sober enough to appreciate it.”

“I think you’re a bit too late for that already,” Jungkook replies.

At his ominous warning, Hoseok takes a look around, jumping and sneering at a couple when they bump into the back of the couch. The girl apologises between giggles, and the two of them leave a second later, still laughing.

“And now I’m the one who needs to get drunk.”

Jungkook hands him his drink and shifts on the couch to get up and get himself another one, but he sees you’re back at the table, having fun, laughing, talking to someone.

“Won’t you join them?” Hobi asks then. “I know you haven’t seen her all day.”

But he just shrugs, still smiling. “No, I think—” It seems like you’ve turned a bad card over, judging by your dramatic complaint that makes everybody laugh. “She’s having fun, and I don’t want to ruin it for her. We can always hang out later.”

Even if it makes his stomach churn, the feeling of missing you so badly. You’re right there, just a bunch of steps away. So close and real he can touch you in his mind, smell your soft perfume, feel the warmth of your body as you wrap your arms around him. Oh, he’s dying to be with you, but how could he? How could he go and claim your presence when you look happier than ever?

Maybe that’s what bothers him – that you don’t really need him anymore to be happy.

Although the universe has seemed pretty determined to keep you apart since Jungkook woke up in your arms this morning, you don’t seem eager to go back to him, and he has to respect that.

As much as it hurts.

“Hey, if you wanna go with her, just do it!” Hobi insists. “Maybe Y/N is thinking the same? – that you don’t mind waiting until later to be together.”

He gulps down his drink. “You think so, hyung?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

Sinking into the couch, Jungkook stops sulking to ponder the idea. If only he could believe it—! But somehow it feels like he’s in the first month of his freshman year, sighing dreamily at your presence while you practically don’t even acknowledge his existence.

It’s all in your head, Jungkook. Y/N-noona likes you, and she wants to be with you. Stop moaning!

“I’ll go and get you a drink; you look like you need one.” With that, Hobi gets up. “I’ll be back in a second, okay, Kookie? Don’t melt into a puddle of tears while I’m away!” And then he vanishes.

Alone again, Jungkook glances at the table you were playing cards at, but suddenly your spot is empty. Oddly enough, Ari has stayed with the group.

A warm hand presses against his shoulder. Tired, Jungkook deflates at the touch, sighing loudly.

“I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

Your voice startles him, but your breath against his ear sends a shiver down his spine, excitement and yearning pooling in the pit of his stomach. With a smile, Jungkook turns around, and you rush to bend down and kiss him on the lips, nails raking through the back of his hair.

“Why the sad face, baby?” you ask, losing a battle against a fond smile.

Jungkook’s pout gets more dramatic, and you coo at him. As he scoots to the side, you circle the couch to sit next to him, but find his lap to be a more comfortable prop for your leg. It’s like his hands move on their own when they gently hold onto your waist. You melt against him, like having his body close again has tamed your terrible hunger.

“I missed you.”

You lean down to kiss him again, hoping that will be enough to show him you missed him madly too. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and stifle a sigh; you’re getting hungrier of him by the minute.

Nibbling his earlobe, your eyes flicker downwards.

Shit, he looks so fucking hot tonight, wearing short, wide sleeves, his tattoos peeking out from beneath the fabric, muscles flexing as he tries to lean against the armrest. The image of his body this morning, bare before your eyes except for the bottom, comes to mind. You were totally honest yesterday; his face is hot, his chest is hot, his arms are hot, his ass, his legs… And you fucking love his cock too.

“Sorry I abandoned you, bunny,” you say then, brushing a rebellious strand of hair off his face. “I thought you’d want to be on your own first, so I didn’t drag you with the others.”

Jungkook’s eyes move down to your body. “You look… good, noona.”

“You look really good too— so, how are you liking the party? Are you having fun, bunny?” you ask to drop the subject – the last thing you want is to embarrass him in front of his friends with your horny antics.

“Well, I’ve been sulking here all alone because you wouldn’t come to see me,” he murmurs.

“Oh, well—”

But then he giggles softly and pecks your lips. “I’m just teasing you, noona. I’m really happy to see you having fun. I’m just not a party guy.”

“Hm, I know that. Any way I can make this night more… bearable to you, then?” Your eyes are half-lidded in a come-hither look and your lips are stretched in a sultry smirk, so there’s no room for misunderstanding your intentions. “I’ve got some ideas if you can’t think of anything.”

God, he wants to fuck you so bad. Every second that passes, every fibre in his body that is aware of your skin, of your breath, of your thigh shifting on his lap – all of it reminds him of how much he wants you.

Jungkook has dreamed of this moment, for God’s sake. You’ve been his greatest erotic influence since that dream, and probably even before that. Now you’re half-straddling him, whispering such things to his ear, playing with the idea of what could happen when you come back home – your home, the home the two of you share – or even here. Everyone else is probably drunk enough not to notice if you just pin him on the couch and ride him.

“Nothing yet?”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and Jungkook has to shut his eyes tightly when you start peppering light kisses down his neck.

“Hm?” you insist. He only looks down at you with glassy eyes. “Let me help you, then.”

And you straddle him, sitting comfortably on his lap. Jungkook’s thighs are the perfect seat for you, a throne for a queen. You can feel his half-hard cock against your crotch when you do, and Jungkook lets out a longing gasp, hands snapping to your waist immediately.

“Ah, now you’re back,” you mock him.

Jungkook tilts up his chin to draw you in for a kiss, brushes his lips against yours, and welcomes your tongue with a content hum. Your kisses dance, swinging from his lips to his neck, pecking beneath his jaw, nibbling his earlobe while he tries to kiss you back, unable to keep up with the frenetic pace of your hungry ministrations.

You suck the skin of his neck into your mouth, rather harshly this time. Jungkook’s body twitches under you, and he whimpers. Pulling back, you admire the red mark that has started to blossom.

It feels hotter than before, Jungkook notices. Drowning in the heat that seems to be caged under his clothes, his skin feels sweaty, blood rushes all over his body like crazy. Focused on one exact point that, he hopes, will have a special main role tonight.

You kiss him again, leaving a trail of reddening marks behind your lips. You could never have enough of him, you realise; of Jungkook’s sweetness, of his tender grip on your body as he slowly starts to thrust up against you, probably even without noticing. His cock pulses against you, his whimpers and gasps louder than before. Oh, God – you’ll have so much fun when you get home.

You shift on top of Jungkook again.

“I wanna suck your cock right now, bunny,” you grunt in his ear, feeling him tremble, “so they can all see it belongs to me.”

It’s not like you’d ever do it, but the mental image makes his cock twitch, and he whines he’s too worked up to endure your teasing. Jungkook’s so easy to rile up, it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it when you manhandle him in a room full of people who know him.

“What are you—?” he asks when you take out your phone.

“I’m getting a cab,” you reply and lean in to leave a trail of pecks down his neck; “let’s go home.”

Oh, God. Don’t panic. You’re going home now, the intentions clearly settled. In an hour or so, he’ll probably be inside of you. You’ve touched him, kissed him, made him cum all over himself – but the mere thought of being inside of you, of feeling your warmth around his cock— it’s too much. Will you make sounds for him? Intimate and mellow, cradled in each other’s arms.

“Come on, the cab’s here already.”

You’re burning up, feel lightheaded and ecstatic. There’s a fever rushing through your veins, pushing you to kiss him and mark him on your way out, as you stumble to the door, bumping into everyone and everything.

The forced serenity you fake when you greet the driver lasts barely fifteen minutes.

Soon, you’re all over Jungkook again, kissing him while he breathes heavily and feels up every part of your body. He seems to be keen on your tits since he won’t stop staring at them, so you decide to give him a peek, feeling generous. Jungkook’s eyes fix on the mounds when you tug down at the neck of your dress.

His head is buried between them, and you close your eyes to enjoy the warmth of his hands stroking up and down your ass.

If the driver minds the hot mess you two are in, the way you shove your hand into Jungkook’s pants, or the whimper he lets out when your palm starts stroking his hard length, he doesn’t show.

After fifteen minutes of intense making out, the two of you step out of the cab. You stumble and bring Jungkook down with you, but he’s quick to catch you, giggling like a drunk idiot. You give him a kiss of gratitude, hand intertwining with his to pull at him and get into the building. It’s not long before your hands are back at his body to feel his back, his shoulders, his soft cheeks.

You’ve got him trapped against the door, boobs pressing against his back. “Come on, bunny, open it…”

“I-I’m trying to—”

Finally, the lock clicks, and the door is barely open when you barge into the flat.

It feels as if your lips can’t stay away from his skin, his lips, his pretty neck for long. You pepper pecks all over it, breathing heavily while Jungkook fiddles with the hem of your mini dress. His whimpers drown against your cleavage as he cups your ass, hips bucking into you.

You’re fucking drunk with love for him when you bite down on his neck. “I’m gonna fuck you,” you growl then, abusing the skin. Jungkook lets out a choked sob, “so fucking hard, bunny—”

“N-noona—”

Shit, he’s so turned on he’ll faint. Nothing has ever felt like this before, like his body is on the brink of collapse, like his skin is burning, like his blood is boiling. You’re all over him, kissing and licking and stroking, whispering with your tantalising voice. You drive him crazy; you really do. Jungkook is seeing the gates of heaven with your ardent affection, and he doesn’t care he’s there.

Your face has grown hot during your ministrations. You absolutely adore the way Jungkook reacts to your touch, so vocal and sensitive. His hands on your body only make you want to melt into his arms.

“Yummy baby,” you whisper. “Let’s go to the bed, huh?”

Jungkook nods softly.

You drag him into the bedroom and turn around to face him and get rid of his shirt. Lean chest on display, the sight basically makes you drool; how can be a human being so damn hot? It’s illegal, it’s unfair. The urge to knead and touch his body, pinch his nipples, lick down his torso until you reach his happy trail – it is all too strong.

The two of you stumble into the room in a tangled mess of kisses, whispers, and moans. When Jungkook’s calves hit the edge of the bed, he clumsily sits down. You make him your seat not long after, lips glued to his neck as you nib and suck the skin into your mouth.

It’s only when you get off his lap and sink down to your knees that Jungkook snaps out of haze.

“W-wait—” You stop fumbling with his halfway-down fly. “I need— I gotta go to the bathroom, noona,” he blurts out then, and you let him get up. “I won’t be long, okay? Just— wait.”

And Jungkook storms out of the room. Ignoring the fact that he’s pretty much drunk, all his blood being concentrated in one specific part of his body doesn’t help either. The door slams shut behind his back, and he roughly turns on the tap to soak his face in search of some clarity of thought.

Jungkook just needs to cool down a bit, that’s it. Then he’s going to come back to you and prove that he can be a good lover.

If only he could get rid of this awful anxiety! It’s like his stomach is constantly churning and groaning in fear. He knows you won’t judge him even if he messes up – which he hopes won’t happen – or if doesn’t last long enough. God, you’re as turned on as him, but what if he can’t make you come? He’s managed that in the past, with some patience, but he’s too nervous now to think properly.

It just feels so rushed all of a sudden.

With a sigh and an encouraging nod at himself, Jungkook walks out of the bathroom to head back to your bedroom.

“I’m back…”

Only silence greets him. Curious, Jungkook looks up to see the startling sight of you lying on the bed, snoring peacefully with a trickle of drool down your chin and your face smeared with makeup. You’re completely knockout.

With another sigh, and oddly relieved, Jungkook turns around and goes to fetch your makeup wipes.

You’re terribly, horribly, dreadfully hangover when you wake up. Some idiot – you – forgot to draw the curtains last night, and now your eyes are being abused by the sunlight.

The ruckus coming from the other side of the room catches your attention.

Jungkook is rummaging through one of his drawers, which you emptied for him when he moved into your room, you good soul, with his back facing you. Hm, he looks sexy in the morning too— and then you realise you’re wearing one of his t-shirts, no bra underneath, face bare despite the fact that you don’t remember getting ready for bed last night.

And that’s when the memories kick in.

God, this is mortifying. You literally pounced Jungkook just to fall asleep during his probably short bathroom break.

Are you not ashamed of yourself? He must be so pissed off at you right now.

“Good morning.”

He turns around at the sound of your groggy voice. “Good morning, noona… Did you sleep well? I didn’t— I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You shake your head in silence, and Jungkook walks up to the bed. “I have class now, but I made some breakfast.”

Oh, no. This is post-sex treatment, but you didn’t really have sex in the end. What if he thinks you didn’t care about him enough to stay awake? Is that it? Is he trying to keep you happy?

Jungkook makes an attempt to get up, but you stop him by gently taking a hold on his shoulder. Slowly sitting back down, his sweet dark eyes watch you expectantly, and it brings a smile to your face; you really have caught the sweetest man in the world. How could you even fathom the idea that he resents you?

“Sorry about last night,” you apologise with a timid shrug.

But he just chuckles. “Don’t worry, we drank a lot anyway… Do you need anything for the hangover? I’ve almost finished the tablet, but there’s some left.”

However, you’re more interested in knowing what he did after you fell asleep. You know he changed your clothes and wiped your face, but if he was so turned on, did he take care of it or did he just tried to sleep it off?

“Thank you for not making me sleep with my bra on,” you say then as your hand strokes up his arm. “You’re my hero.”

“N-no need,” he murmurs. His cheeks blush softly, and you can’t help giggling.

“Did you take care of yourself too?”

Jungkook’s blush intensifies, but this time he laughs. Out of embarrassment, probably, but he’s been teetering on the edge of madness lately, all thanks to you – or because of you, who knows – and, really, now he’s got nothing to lose. Dignity and abashment have nothing on the ecstatic feeling of being with you.

“Yes, noona,” Jungkook meekly replies. “I… had to touch myself. B-but I was so hard, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you—”

Your thumb sends a shiver down his spine when you caress his cheek. “Oh? You thought about noona?”

“Yes,” he nods again. “Fuck, I came so hard thinking it was your pussy I was filling up, noona—” Your heart does a somersault at his words. What is this creature in front of you and what has it done to Jeon Jungkook? You suddenly feel empty between your legs, rubbing your thighs together. “W-wanted to make you come again and again last night, like you always do to me… You’re always so good to me, noona—”

But you cut him off when you sit up and straddle his lap, shutting him up with a hard kiss. Shit, now you need to ride him and make him come like that again, be filled up with his cum. Jungkook moans against your lips as his hands move to your waist.

“How long before you go?” you grunt against his neck.

“C-can’t stay— fuck!” You’re rolling your hips down against his hardening crotch, totally disregarding his academic obligations. “S-shit, noona, God— so good, s-so good—”

Heh, he’s just as touch starved as you are. Maybe, if you’re quick and put those thighs to work, you’ll manage to make the both of you come in less than three, four minutes. You feel him up over his shirt, brushing against his covered nipples and making him gasp. You swear his cock twitches against your crotch.

“Wait! Wait,” he blurts out, making you stop immediately. “Could we—?” Jungkook then stares into your eyes, and he sees only sweet attention.

Why would you judge him? You’ve been nothing but understanding and attentive since yesterday morning. He should better get rid of that hurting image he’s made of you now that he knows there’s goodness underneath.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “Could we… leave this for later?”

“What do you mean?” You lean into him for a kiss, tender this time, just a soft brush of your lips against his, a gesture of allegiance. “Do you want to wait before we go, uh, all the way in?”

Although he’s never told you himself, you know from Taehyung that Jungkook isn’t exactly experienced. You’ve heard of flings he had around campus, the average for a guy his age, but his so-called fame as a fuckboy was rather the consequence of his drastic change of lifestyle and the clear fact that he’s hot as hell.

“No, I— I really want to,” he lets out in a breathless laugh. “I just thought we could, hm, make it a bit more r-romantic?” Why does he feel stupid as shit saying that? God, if you didn’t laugh then, now you’re surely going to tease him. “Like, we could play some music… And we’ve got a bunch of your candles left—” Please, shut him up already. “Just, it’s our f-first time together, and it’d be cool if it was more… special.”

Oh.

Oh. Your sweet boy. You can’t help smiling fondly as you stroke his cheeks, moving your hands to rake your nails through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes at the tender affection, and you finally hear him let out a puff of air.

“Of course we can do that, Jungkook,” you say then.

“Yeah?”

You nod. “Sure! I’ll be back from work at eight, more or less. You could set it all up, and I could get something yummy on my way home.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

Kissing your forehead goodbye, Jungkook gets up and grabs his backpack on his way out.

There isn’t much more he can do; candles are lit and placed around the room, music fills the quiet silence. Jungkook has had two showers since he came back from training, so his hair is still wet. However, the more time passes, the more he feels like he’s drenched in sweat.

Why is he so nervous? It’s not like you’re going to do anything new. For the two of you together, perhaps, but he got rid of his V card a while ago.

So, why is he so… agitated?

“Maybe I should—”

But Jungkook doesn’t get to mumble the idea out of his mind because the jingle of your keys comes from the door. Then you open it, quietly walking into the small doorway. His chest feels so heavy and so crazily feather light at the same time; he can’t say he didn’t miss you despite his near mental breakdown.

Let’s just hope Jungkook doesn’t let you down tonight.

“Hello?” you speak up, and he can hear you fumbling with a plastic bag as you leave it in the kitchen. “Is anybody home? Jungkook? I’m home!”

The fulsome smell of scented candles – each more fruity and mellow than the other, a shocking-to-the-nose mix of vanilla, roses, and strawberry – welcomes you and guides you towards the bedroom. There, the more gratifying of an adorable Jungkook sitting on his knees greets you.

“Hi,” he says, almost breathless.

“Hello there.” You walk up to him and sit on the bed, stroking his thigh. Jungkook smiles back at you, and you look around the room. “Wow, you really outdid yourself this time.”

“So, you like it?”

You lean into him for a short kiss. “I love it.”

Well, he can resume breathing normally now. You like it, which means you don’t find it ridiculous; that’s a pretty good start, isn’t it?

“How about I go take a shower while you put the finishing touches, baby?” you ask him, still seated on the bed. Your hand has taken a like on stroking the back of his. “I’ve got to admit, it’s been a pretty long day for me too. I missed you madly…”

You kiss him again, softly this time, tenderly, and it takes you all your willpower to pull away.

“I’ll be right back.”

You try to take as little time as possible in the shower, but you can’t help but check every detail; that your breath doesn’t smell, that you’re groomed and trimmed down there, that your skin is moisturized. You also make sure not to forget to pee. As embarrassing as it is to admit, you’re nervous, and you just hope you’re not the only one.

Walking out of the shower tray, you grab your lotion and apply it to your body. With this, you’re ready, aren’t you?

Meanwhile, Jungkook has been an equal mess:

Should I take off my clothes, or should I leave that to her? I’ll make sure that I really don’t have anything between my teeth. My underwear is clean, isn’t it? Why do I keep sweating? Are you sure my breath doesn’t smell…? Does noona even like this music? I’m going to change tracks—

“Jungkook?”

Startling the shit out of him, you walk into the room, fresh and clean, with a towel around your shoulders as you try to dry the wet ends of your hair.

“Ah—!” You can’t help but laugh at his low-key panic. “You’re done.”

Again, you sit next to him, but Jungkook scoots back as if trying to make room for you. You giggle and get closer, this time cupping his cheeks before you lean in for a powerful, slow kiss. Brushing your lips together, a soft groan escapes your lips, and you seek a shorter distance, a deeper contact by sucking on his tongue and massaging them together.

“You smell great…” you murmur, nuzzling his neck.

It smells like his body lotion mixed with his fabric softener, and you’re positive it’s one of your favourite smells in the world. So delicate, so silky to the nose.

It seems that your lips have gone stray during your trail of thoughts as you’re now peppering sloppy kisses down his neck. Jungkook’s bated breath fans the crown of your head, hands still frozen and unsure of what to do.

“Here,” you rasp, taking his hands and placing them on your waist, “you can touch me.”

And finally, after what feels like a year, Jungkook chases your lips to kiss you back. You can feel his sweaty palms explore your back, sneaking under your flimsy shirt and caressing the skin. With a sigh, you break the kiss, to his surprise – until he sees it’s so that you can shift on the bed and straddle his lap for closer contact.

He tugs at your shirt again. “Shit, noona, you’re so hot,” he lets out before kissing you again. You roll down your hips against his clothed tent, making him whimper. “I-I think I’m already hard.”

“Hm, are you?” you ask with a sly grin as you keep grinding your hips together.

The second you get rid of your top, Jungkook’s eyes snap to your chest, and you feel his cock pulse. Jeez, he’s so easy to figure out now that you think of it; you would’ve shown him your tits earlier if you knew how quickly it would rile him up.

Now it’s your turn to unwrap your gift.

Jungkook lies down on the bed at your silent command. “I can’t believe my luck, bunny,” you whisper, stroking up his chest until you’ve got the hem hiked up in your grip. “You’re literally perfect.”

You feel him shiver at the praise, legs wobbling around you. The tent in his pants is hard to ignore now, and you can’t deny the fact that you’re practically drooling at the thought.

“Don’t— don’t say things like that,” Jungkook breathes out. He’s blushing.

“Why shouldn’t I, though?” You peck his tummy. “It’s true. I told you once, didn’t I?” How can your voice sound so insanely hot and confident when he’s literally trembling like a leaf? “That anyone would be lucky to fuck you. So, I guess that makes me lucky, bunny,” you say, kissing his navel again. “Take it all off.”

As soon as the order seeps into his brain, Jungkook shimmies on the mattress to get rid of his shirt and pants while you do the same. Once you’ve discarded your underwear on the floor, his eyes are fixed on you, and yours on him— God, how can a human look like that? You would commit aggravated felonies for this man, Jesus Christ. And so you show him, hovering over him and sitting on his bare cock.

“Noona—”

His weak grip on your hips isn’t enough to prevent you from rolling them down again. This time, however, he can feel how wet you are, how ready you are to sink down onto him, and Jungkook can’t help choking on a mewled, stuttered version of your name.

With your arms supporting your weight on both sides of his head, you kiss him again. “Shit, bunny— I’ll fuck you so well,” you grunt, pausing when your lips are just barely touching, breathing each other’s air. Jungkook unconsciously spreads his legs, and you lie more on his body. “Mark you up and milk that pretty cock dry—”

“P-please,” he sobs.

You can feel his grip getting stronger and more desperate.

“F-fuck, bunny,” you growl and bite down on his neck. This time, Jungkook lets out a choked whimper and bucks his hips up, the engorged tip of his cock teasing your entrance. “Let’s grab a condom before we get ahead of ourselves, okay?”

Sighing, you sit up for a second and rummage through your nightside table. There’s a brand-new condom box you knew you’d eventually use, so you grab one and carefully rip the wrapper, handing it to him. Jungkook’s trembling hands take the piece, and he moves your hips away as respectfully as possible so that he can put it on. You can only chuckle, though.

The view makes your heart pump faster, you’re terribly excited and turned on. He’s definitely a sight for sore eyes.

“Ready, baby?”

You look down at his hard cock, standing against his lower belly and covered by the condom.

Jungkook sits up and hugs you. “Yeah.”

Tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of your tongue, you kiss him deeply, swirling your tongue around his to drown his moans. You suck on his bottom lip to give him a break, but Jungkook tightens his grip around you, a plea in his eyes for you to sit on him.

“Greedy bunny,” you chuckle and give him one more peck.

Then, after you raise your hips to align his cock to your entrance, you finally sink down onto him.

A literal sigh of relief vibrates down your throat. God, you knew Jungkook would feel good, but the way his girthy cock stretches you out, the way it makes you fill stuffed as it pulses inside of you – it slid in so easily, you’re dripping wet. In fact, you’re so engrossed in how it works you open that you haven’t noticed Jungkook’s desperate whimper and stronger grip around your waist.

“Noona,” he murmurs. You’re still sitting on his cock. “G-God, noona—” he chants again, his hot breath fanning the crook your neck.

“Fuck, baby, your cock feels so good,” you moan as you start to roll your hips down.

Jungkook’s pupils tremble at the crude praise, and his cock twitches inside of you. You’re thrusting onto him, picking up a faster pace while he melts into a puddle of pleasure, hands gripping the sheets and brows knitted together as he loses himself in the growing pleasure.

He looks gorgeous like this.

With blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart racing, you lean into him for a deep kiss. You tilt your hips, and his cock hits that spot that makes you grunt and clench around him.

Jungkook lets you push him down onto the mattress so that you can prompt yourself better, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. You get tighter, and his breath hitches in grateful response. Of course, with this new shower of jolts of electricity down your spine, you pick up a merciless tempo, incessantly smacking your hips against his in chase of your pleasure.

Heat pools in his lower back, and Jungkook looks up to see his cock disappear into your body, your arousal leaking out and dripping down your inner thighs.

“Oh fuck!” he whimpers when you bend down to abuse his neck. It’s all too much. “F-fuck yes, so good, noona, s-so good.” Jungkook’s hands are glued to your waist – like he’s afraid you’ll vanish and wake him up from a dream. “Y-you’re tighter, shit—”

You dip your tongue into his collarbone just to bite down on it later, waiting for a reddish mark to blossom.

His eyes flicker down to your chest, observing with hunger. Almost as if silently asking for your permission, Jungkook glances at you and cups one of your breasts. The palm of his hand feels warm against your skin, so you smirk, and that is all he needs to start kneading the soft flesh, fingers moving to play with your nipple. You let out a heavy groan and start bouncing on him.

“Fuck!” Jungkook massages your tits as his eyes cross, chasing pleasure and jerking his hips into you. “Fuck yes, j-just like that, noona, God!” he lets out in a choked sob.

With your hand on his nape, you shut him up and encourage him to suck on one of your nipples. A groan of satisfaction reverberates in his throat, you work thigh muscles to bounce on him faster and make him moan as his tongue flickers around your nub.

“Please, p-please—” he begs against your skin.

Jungkook’s wander desperately around your body, grabbing the sheets, your waist, your hips; you’re clenching around him and it’s making him lose his mind.

“So cute, bunny— f-fuck!” You cut yourself off with a moan when the engorged tip of his cock hits your sweet spot, and the coiling tension in your lower back grows. “You— you like my tits, don’t you?” you let out in a breathless laugh.

Jungkook sucks on your nipple again. “L-love them noona, s-so much!”

“You’re such a big baby,” you tease him but raise your hips to sink down onto his cock again.

“Ugh! F-fuck, mommy!” Your heart skips a beat. You look down at him, wondering if you’ve heard right, but his voice saying that immediately makes you clench around him again, and Jungkook whimpers, flickering his tongue around your sensitive nub. His saliva drips down from your breast. “C-close! M-mommy, gonna— ugh, shit!”

You can almost physically feel your pussy stretch out around his cock when he blurts that out a second time. Jungkook doesn’t seem to be aware of what he’s saying, though, too engrossed in the pleasure of thrusting up into your wet heat.

You’re close to your high as well, so you take his hand and show him how to rub your clit. Jungkook mindlessly picks up on the movement, and you groan, the ache between your legs hungrier for his cock. Both of you are losing composure as your climaxes approach. He trembles, lip trapped between his teeth, and bucks his hips off the bed, chasing your slit.

“Gonna cum—!” Your hard kiss brings him back to reality. “Noona, n-noona, I’m— I-I’m coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Jungkook chuckles shyly when you wipe the trickle of saliva on his chin.

He lets you lie him down on the bed again. This way, you can keep rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, and the angle lets you fuck yourself on his cock and push the tip in deeper, grinding back and forth. At the new feeling, Jungkook’s back arches off the mattress, and his eyes almost roll to the back of his head, lips chanting words of adoration.

Jolts of pleasure travel down your body and pool in the pit of your stomach. Your hips instantly go faster, even though you can feel the burn in your muscles; you’re dripping, soaking the condom, wet smacking sounds echoing in the room.

“W-wait,” he gasps only to mewl a second later, “slow down, please— s-slow, noona, please—”

You clench around him again. “Why should I?”

“D-don’t wanna come yet, please, p-please, slow—” Your fingers dance up his arm and grab his wrist, pinning him to the bed. “Fuck, s-slow, slow!”

Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on yours, staring unsurely. But your lustrous gaze makes his cock throb and twitch inside of you. As his thighs begin to thrust up into you, faster and faster, he lets out a whimper, a plea for you to go slower until it turns into a chant of gratitude.

You lean into him to stroke his cheek adoringly and whisper, smiling:

“Be a good boy and make a mess, bunny.”

It’s pretty much immediate; he throbs inside of you again with a whine, hips jerking and hands snapping to your ass to bounce you up and down his cock. With one last powerful thrust, Jungkook is emptying himself into the condom. His eyes roll back, and he goes still when the shockwaves grip his body.

“N-noona!” he hisses, still thrusting up into you. “Fuck yes, noona, just— ugh, just like that— fucking Christ!”

“F-fuck, Jungkook—”

Meanwhile, you’ve been rubbing yourself against his pubic bone, and the feeling of him coming makes you clench, wishing you could feel his cum leaking out. You haven’t noticed, but you’re riding him faster, chasing your orgasm while he writhes on the mattress, a bit confused and slowly sinking into overstimulation. When the pain does kick in, Jungkook grabs your waist and tries to make you stop.

“S-shit,” you moan, and he lets go of you in a trembling movement, “that— that feels incredible, bunny, j-just like that—”

It hurts, fuck it does, but you sound so lost in pleasure, his cock pulses again, still sliding into your warm, tightened walls. Besides, he still hasn’t made you come, and there’s nothing he wants more in the world right now.

The ache between your legs grows and grows as you grind your hips together. Your swollen clit rubs against his stomach, Jungkook’s hands grip your ass to both push you off him and chase your wet heat, not quite sure which hurts more. When the coiling tension comes to a tipping point, you let out a grunt and bite down on his neck, making him whimper, and then you’re convulsing on top of him with a deep moan, dissolving into pleasure as your walls clench around his sensitive cock.

“Fuck! S-shit, bunny,” you rasp, still tilting your hips to ride out your climax.

Just as the line between pain and bliss begins to mix, Jungkook feels you slow down your movements and eventually stop to just lie down on top of him. You raise your hips off him, his flaccid cock slides out of you, and observe him in silence when he peels the condom off to throw it away.

A soothing silence kicks in, and the two of you decide to catch your breaths. You collapse next to him, feeling tired and sweaty, but he decides that it’s best to rest his head between your breasts, listening to your rapid heartbeats. It lulls him into drowsiness, with his fingertips stroking your tummy and his eyes staring up at you through his eyelashes.

“I couldn’t” – his erratic breath takes over for a second – “make noona come first.”

Confused, you tilt down your head to look at him. “Doesn’t matter, your cock felt so good, bunny—” You’re stroking his hair as he moves to turn over on your chest, both your breaths calming down.

You stir on the bed and move to come down to his level, stopping to give him a slow, deep kiss. You feel blissful, you’re ecstatic, taken over by a million butterflies.

“I’m gonna play this in my head again and again—”

“You know there’s no need for that, don’t you, bunny? Because we’re going for another round,” you whisper in his ear, stroking his chest. You brush his nipples for a second but don’t notice the way he goes tense against your touch, “as soon as we can get this pretty cock,” you say then and move down to scratch his inner thighs, “hard again.”

“N-noona—” Jungkook gasps when you nibble his earlobe and part his legs to scoot in between them.

“We have the whole weekend.”

You resume your cuddling position beneath him, with his head cradled between your breasts. It seems to be a favourite of his, Jungkook would always snuggle like this even before you confessed. But you like it, love it, to see him cuddled next to you like that.

His fingers stroke up and down your naked arm. “This feels like a dream…”

And you swear, you’ve never blushed faster or harder. With Jungkook’s mellow voice vibrating against your skin, you melt – because it feels the same for you.

It does feel like a dream.

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the misadventures list; 4 (m)

➜ the night shift can be very wild at times. you’ve witnessed so many strange, concerning and absurd situations happen inside the tiny convenience store that you could make a long list with everything that got you stunned - and the situation that takes the prize of being the weirdest of your list is the night a desperate millionaire, for the sake of saving his fortune, asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend.

pairing: playboy!jimin x (f) reader

genre: smut, comedy (?), fluff • fake dating au

warnings: explicit sexual content in future parts. shitty toxic parents. mentions of (past) bullying. coarse language. alcohol consumption. me trying to be funny i guess

rating: 18+

word count: 12k

A/N: it’s been a while, but here we are! as always, feedback is much appreciated! feel free to share your opinions with me <3

➜ Chapters: check out masterlist in bio!

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So.

A kiss happened.

All things considered - the fact that you had no choice but to walk back to the private bungalow you’re sharing -, this could lead to two case scenarios: (1) awkwardness or (2) sex. Case scenario no. 1: terrible. Things have been nice up until now. You don’t want to get awkward around him. Case scenario no. 2: not that terrible. Not terrible at all, to be honest.

Yet, a third case scenario took place after that kiss:

(3) Skincare.

This one you hadn’t predicted.

Not that you were desperate to have sex with him, okay?

Okay?!

After the kiss, you simply walked back to the bungalow, showered, took the fancy clothes off and put that ugly yet comfy old pajama on. Same goes for Jimin. After washing those 20kgs of makeup off your face (so much effort just to go through so much stress!), you sat down on the couch, putting a refreshing face mask on. Jimin’s is pink.

And that’s it.

You don’t hate this. The atmosphere is not awkward at all - considering you both had an awful night, Jimin seems in a very happy mood… you just can’t tell how much of it is real. You don’t know Jimin for a long time, but it’s clear that he had a visible shift in behavior ever since you landed in Hawaii. He’s more… contained. Maybe less when you’re alone, but you saw very clearly how he was quieter and well-mannered around these people. Granted, Jimin has been very polite with everyone up until now, but something about the way he acted made it look very plastic. Artificial.

He grew up in that environment, after all. It’s expected of him to act the same.

It made you wonder how stressing this whole situation is to him. Since the very beginning, Jimin told you that he despised this wedding anniversary event. Now, you can fully understand why - he has all the rights to hate this. This is precisely what makes you tame the horny part of yourself. It would be nice if that kiss led into something more, but Jimin probably isn’t in the mood for anything right now (Jimin isn’t one to be subtle, as you’ve learned. If he wanted something, he would have made it clear). Instead, you decide to sit by the couch with him, put that face mask on, eat ice cream and watch whatever movie he chose on HBO Max. It’s been kind of silent ever since, but you’re okay with this.

“Aurum Steel Company.” you mumble out of the blue in a thoughtful tone before putting one more spoonful of ice cream inside your mouth. “ ‘Aurum’ means ‘gold’ in latin, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” Jimin hums nonchalantly.

“So… it doesn’t make that much sense. Like… a steel company whose name means gold.”

Jimin sighs tiredly as he adjusts his back on the cushions. The chocolate ice cream pot already lays empty on his hand. “My great-grandfather used to say that steel was the gold of the XX century. So… I think you get it.”

You hum, your eyebrows shooting up in realization. “That’s kinda clever, actually.”

Jimin tilts his head and shrugs.

The ending credits start to roll up. He sighs again, stretching his arms over his head.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We’re in Hawaii right now, yet I made you watch a shitty movie.” He sends you an apologetic smile, taking the face mask off, motivating you to do the same. “You probably want to go out. We can go to that club I was talking about earlier…”

Bam. There it is. That sad look. You were right - most of the happy behavior is faking. It makes you wonder if it’s his go-to coping mechanism.

You immediately shake your hands in denial. “No, Jimin, don’t bother. Seriously, this is fine. I’m tired, to be honest… not in the mood.”

Jimin lowers his head, staring at the empty pot of ice cream on his hand. “I know, right. It’s draining.”

Instead of agreeing, you decide to keep silent.

This feels like a new Jimin, honestly.

He's been acting like an open book ever since the moment you met him. Very honest. Carrying his heart on his sleeve. As endearing as he is, you figured he was a little bit superficial, even. Yet, right now, watching his loud persona being muffled by his awful family, you wonder how much negative emotion is bottled up inside of him. It makes you regret saying some of the things you said that night at the convenience store.

While you think of something comforting to say, Jimin shakes his head and straightens his back, inching a little bit closer to you. He has that playful gleam in his eyes.

"Okay. I've been wanting to ask you all night." He starts, sounding like a kid about to tell a secret. "What's up between you and Eunbi?"

You stare at him, shocked.

"You noticed?" Damn, he's too observant.

Jimin nods his head eagerly. "Thought you were about to jump over that table and stab her with a knife."

You sigh. After placing the empty ice cream pot over the coffee table, you rest your back on the couch again and cross your arms. It’s… not a topic you like to talk about. Not even with your closest friends. The type of thing you just open up to a therapist, honestly.

But how can you not tell him the truth when this man is giving you the puppy eyes? Goddamn. He can take anything he wants from you so easily. It’s kind of annoying.

“We, hm… we were classmates.” You say in an awkward tone. Jimin cocks his eyebrow up.

“Yeah. I got that. Kind of surprising that you met two of your classmates here, though.”

“You’re surprised? Think of how I am feeling right now.” You huff. “No one was supposed to know me here.”

“Well, at least one of those people is Jungkook. He won’t snitch on us, we can trust him.” Jimin says, nodding confidently.

You tilt your head, feeling ice creeping your forearms despite the hot summer night. What Jimin said awakens a fear inside of you. Jungkook won’t snitch, sure… but what about Eunbi?

“Eunbi knows I’m poor. What if she decides to expose me?” You start to nervously bite the nail of your thumb. “It’d be a good cue to humiliate me in front of those people.”

Jimin hums and frowns.

“I don’t think she’d do that. I’m pretty sure you noticed that, well… she’s the candidate my parents chose.” Jimin rolls his eyes as he says the word “candidate.” “She, more than anyone else, has to play nice and impress. Even more than you.”

“You might be right, but I don’t know. I don’t trust her.”

Jimin narrows his eyes.

“Why would she want to expose you, though? This sounds unrealistic. Besides, like I told you, my parents must already know even your criminal records at this point. It’s not like they don’t know your real background.”

You scratch the back of your head awkwardly, avoiding his gaze. “It’s… it’s not just this.”

Jimin stares in silence.

“Oh God. There’s real beef between you two.” He comes closer to you. “What happened?”

You sigh once again, unable to look him in the eye.

“Do you know Eunbi on a personal level?” You ask quietly. Jimin shrugs.

“Not really. Her parents and mine are friends, I think. We talked a few times. She seems like a normal girl.”

“Well. She’s a bitch, basically.” As soon as these words leave your mouth, you feel angry at yourself for sounding so bitter and childish. That’s why you avoid this topic - it makes you consider that, maybe, you haven’t evolved from your fifteen year old self after all. “Eunbi hated me for some reason, all throughout high school. Everyone knew I was the only scholarship holder in class and she liked to treat me like an anomaly because of that.”

Jimin goes quiet again.

“Did she bully you?”

You decide to look at him again.

Jimin looks upset. And worried.

You didn’t expect him to react this way. Most of your friends didn’t. Probably because, on the rare occasions you decided to briefly talk about it, it was in a joking tone - a coping mechanism; maybe making it sound less serious than it was would magically lessen the real impact it had on you. Not even Yeonjun took it seriously when you opened up to him.

Maybe it’s because you’re unable to fake a light-hearted tone right now or because Jimin has an awful ability to see through you… but shit, you notice he sees how this still upsets you after all these years, and feeling exposed like that isn’t nice.

You make a dismissing movement with your hand, avoiding his gaze once again.

“Yeah, I guess. She did some… some ugly shit to me.”

Like stealing your uniform while you were in ED, for example, so you couldn’t change back to attend classes and were punished by it, which forced your parents to buy another unnecessarily expensive uniform (she must’ve had no idea how expensive that uniform was to a regular person). Or when she somehow managed to sneak red paint inside your locker, destroying most of your books. Or that time your parents decided to be nice and helped you pay for the trip to Jeju island with your classmates (you obviously never went to those trips because it was too expensive), using the money you had saved for months as well. Eunbi spread rumors that you only managed to come because you sold your virginity. Or when she told everyone you had sex with the entire senior year.

That’s some of the ugly shit she did - and she always got away with it. Whenever you tried to denounce her to the teachers, their argument was the same: you have no proof. Not only because she was sneaky as hell, but also because how cold sweet sweet Jeong Eunbi do this? Sweet Sweet Jeong Eunbi, heiress to Kialy Airlines, the school’s biggest donors. Of course Sweet Sweet Jeong Eunbi wouldn’t do that, not when Alpha High’s principal was her father’s puppy dog.

“I never really fought back, you know… because of the scholarship. My parents would never be able to pay for that school… and she could get me expelled whenever she wanted. It was the only chance I had. So at some point, I kind of gave up trying to make my teachers listen to me.” You tilt your head and bite your bottom lip nervously. “That is… until graduation day.”

“What happened?” Jimin asks quietly.

“We graduated, it was over. I didn’t need to hold back anymore. So when she came at me for the last time, I…” you scratch the back of your head again. “I kind of beat the shit out of her.”

Jimin’s jaw drops.

“You what?”

“Just to make it clear, I had never done that before and never did this again, okay?!” You immediately try to defend yourself. “I don’t know, I was so… when she tried to annoy me again, I got so… I don’t know! I wasn’t thinking! So I locked us in the bathroom and… yeah, you get the rest.”

It’s weird - you’re embarrassed and proud at the same time whenever you remember that. Three years of bottled up hatred released in a violent spree. And the funniest part was that, for someone that loved to bother you so much, she didn’t know how to fight at all. She probably never even considered that someone would do such a thing to her.

For the first time in your life, the odds were in your favor… because this time, Eunbi didn’t have proof that you did that to her. None of her goons were around and no one heard you. How could you, class representative, best of your class for three consecutive years, student that just received a medal of honor minutes ago, leave Sweet Sweet Eunbi in such a situation? You would never be so violent.

You cut contact with everyone from that school ever since.

“So… she could just tell everyone what I did. She could get her revenge. Say how I am a violent person.” You tap your fingers over your leg, feeling more nervous with Jimin’s silence. “It’d fuck up my reputation with your parents pretty bad. Even more than it already is.”

His silence lingers longer than you expected. Oh fuck. He must have realized how bringing you was a terrible idea. But, hey, it’s not your fault, right? Who would’ve guessed Eunbi of all people would be here, too?!

“If she tells that, then you tell everyone that she’s a bully.” Jimin crosses his arms and huffs angrily. “I didn’t know Eunbi was that type of person! I mean- I thought she seemed arrogant, but nothing too out of the blue for someone like her. But this?” He shakes his head in disbelief.

It’s your turn to stare at him in silence.

“You’re not angry?” You can’t hide that you’re shocked.

“Why the hell would I be? She deserved that! And my parents want me to marry her? After I’ve known this? Never happening. Uh-uh. Just no.” He keeps shaking his head. Jimin looks agitated in a way you haven’t seen before. “You know what? She must’ve done that because she was jealous of how smart and pretty you are, while all she had was money.”

You chuckle, feeling that weight lifting from your shoulders. “I know a lot of people that would exchange intelligence and beauty for money. You can just buy beauty anyway. And rich people don’t need to be smart.” Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, I’m trying to compliment you. Just take it like a good girl for once.”

You almost choke.

Take it like a what?

You roll your eyes, brushing off the goosebumps you felt as if it didn’t affect you. Shit, this is embarrassing. It doesn’t look like he said that with second intentions at all. Which means… does he just casually call other girls good girls? Is it common for him? Is it part of his vocabulary? Why are you even questioning these things anyway?

When you look at Jimin again, though, you see a very subtle change in his expression - like he just realized what he said and he’s surprised with himself. He brushes it off as soon as you did.

And then he’s smirking again.

“Well, at least I’m learning more about you with all this.” He rests his face on his palm. His playfulness is slowly coming back, you see. “So you were a genius in high school?”

You smile and pretend to throw your (tied) hair over your shoulder in a theatrical way. “What? You should know that your girlfriend is pretty and smart.”

Jimin laughs, never breaking eye contact. “Yeah, guess I have pretty high standards.”

It’s happening.

The atmosphere is changing again.

It makes you remember that you actually kissed only two hours ago. A real kiss, on the beach, under the moonlight - and shit, it felt romantic. It shouldn’t have felt that way, right? You and Jimin know each other for only a few days. The only reason why you’re here is that Jimin wants your help for something - a job, which he is paying for. At max, you should only feel horny. Wanting to fuck him is a reasonable, human response. You’ve been attracted to him since the first time you met him, and it’s pretty obvious that Jimin is attracted to you as well.

Kissing him was very hot… yet, it also felt weirdly intimate.

No, no, no, no.

Maybe you’re being dramatic. If you had told any of your friends what you were actually doing this weekend, they’d all be like, fuck him. Fuck the hot rich dude that took you to Hawaii immediately. And maybe a normal response of yours would be yeah, I’ll fuck him. You’re not one to get attached easily anyway - but look, that’s precisely the problem. You’re already getting attached. You catch yourself being endeared by every little thing he does, laughing at his silly actions, and melting under his gaze.

This is familiar. This is dangerous.

Because when this is all over, Jimin will go back to his life overseas, you’ll go back to yours, and he’ll forget about your existence.

So you get up before things begin to get more charged.

“We gotta get up early tomorrow, right?” You try your best to look nonchalant as you stretch your arms and yawn. “We better go to sleep.”

“Right.” Jimin nods, placing the ice cream pot over the table. There’s already a comfy pillow on the couch and some sheets, not that he’ll need them anyway. “Good night, pretty.”

“Good night.” You say, heading to the bedroom.

As you’re about to cross the doorframe, you hear:

“You know, if you wake up scared in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, don’t be afraid to call me.”

You turn around.

Jimin is grinning cheekily.

“Or if you feel cold and in need of a body to heat you up…”

“We’re in Hawaii, Jimin. During summer. I won’t feel cold.”

“Or if you can’t sleep without hugging someone…”

“Good night, Jimin.”

The last thing you see before closing the door is Jimin falling on his back over the couch, laughing.

You can’t help but laugh, too.

“I don’t know how to play golf. Did I say this already?”

“Yes. Over a hundred times.” Jimin says, tilting his head. “And it’s a great opportunity for us to act a very romantic scene in which I teach you how to play it.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You thought of everything, huh?”

“I’m always a step ahead. My parents’ friends will love it.” Jimin takes one more mango cube from over the table and chews it. Breakfast was full of fresh fruits, which you loved - so different from your daily diet based on cheap ramen. He then proceeds to take his phone from his pocket. “Come, let’s take a picture.”

You quickly walk to where he stands in front of the gigantic mirror. The morning sun emouldures you both; Jimin’s hair is pushed back once again. His skin glows. He wears cream cargo shorts and a white polo shirt - a classic and basic golf outfit, yet Jimin’s able to pull it off like no one else would. Similarly, you also wear a classic golf outfit: polo shirt tucked in and a short pleated skirt, all white. The charm is in the accessories - earrings, small and delicate bracelets. Jimin wears a black and gold Hublot watch, while you wear a silver Cartier; he lent you the most delicate and feminine watch from his collection (you’re glad this was lent, though, because if Jimin decided to actually buy a thousands dollar watch for you, you’d probably pass out).

Jimin puts his hand on your waist, pulling you closer, and you rest your hand on his chest. You have to admit that you look good together. As expected, Jimin does a great job at finding the best angle and best lighting. After a few more poses, you both look at the photos you took with pride.

A knock on the front door.

“It’s Mr. Zhou.” Jimin says, putting the phone in his pocket. Nervousness bubbles within your stomach, making you check yourself on the mirror once again - the high ponytail, the subtle makeup meant to highlight your natural features, the simple diamond earrings Jimin also lent. It looks appropriate. Nothing too flashy to compensate for the outfit from yesterday.

Jimin holds your hand. You almost get startled, because suddenly, he’s standing too close to you.

“No one’s gonna care that you can’t play golf when you look this pretty, though.” He says in a soft, quiet voice, before planting a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s go.”

He just pulls you towards the door. You only have time to notice his proud smirk for making you speechless again.

Mr. Zhou greets you both with a bow and a polite smile as soon as the door opens.

“Good morning, Jimin and Y/N.” He says. Both of you bow as well. “What a lovely weather, isn’t it?”

“It sure is,” Jimin smiles back. There it is. The instant change in behavior. It’s incredible - and a little bit scary - how Jimin can swipe into his more contained persona so quickly. “Did you have a good night, Mr. Zhou?”

“I did.” He nods. “But we should go, shouldn’t we? Before your father gets impatient.”

Jimin nods. You can see the stark difference in his gaze after the mention of his father. Instead of saying anything else, you just walk to the golf car. Mr. Zhou starts the quick ride to the golf camp in silence. Jimin has his arm over your shoulders in a very natural way, and you remind yourself to not look stiff - not that it’s a hard task anyway; physical contact isn’t uncomfortable with him. While Jimin keeps silent, you busy yourself with taking pictures of the beautiful scenery ahead - the sun gleaming over the sea down there is breathtaking.

“Before the game starts, your father requires your presence, Jimin.” Mr. Zhou says after a while.

“A family meeting?” Mr. Zhou nods. Jimin just shakes his head, clearly annoyed. Aware of Mr. Zhou’s hawk eyes on you, instead of speaking, you quickly open the notes app and type:

should i be worried abt this?

Jimin tilts his head. He takes your phone and types back.

idk

Uh-uh. Not good.

The rest of the ride is silent. Finally, you hop off the golf car in front of the field’s common hall. With your hands intertwined and away from Mr. Zhou’s ears, Jimin says close to your ear:

“Don’t worry, though. This family thing will just give me a headache at most.”

You squeeze his hand a little tighter.

You get into the great common hall, decorated in a similar style and architecture as the resort’s main building, and quickly spot Jimin’s family gathered in a corner - his parents, his brother and wife. They were talking about something, but stopped as soon as they saw you and Jimin walking towards them, hand-holding. Mrs. Park Eunji measures you up and down with visible disdain. Mr. Park Hyunjun doesn’t react at all.

You all greet each other good morning, bowing politely. God, it feels so awkward. You have a very dysfunctional family yourself, but even you felt a little bit more comfortable around your parents. They act like acquaintances at best, not family.

“You look lovely this morning, Y/N,” Mrs. Park says with a lip tightened smile. If you didn’t know any better, her compliment would sound sincere - she’s that good -, but you do not miss the sarcasm. You just smile back.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Park. You look beautiful as well.”

“If you’ll excuse us, Y/N, I’d like to have a word with our sons,” Mr. Park Hyunjun says. He’s less interested in pretending to like you, apparently, even less than his wife. He doesn’t even bother to force a smile. Mr. Park barely looks at you… as if the sight of you annoys him so much that he doesn’t want to look.

Their ability to make you feel absurdly uncomfortable without even doing much is impressive. You already got the message. You’re unwanted here. Yet, you choose to play dumb, the smile never dropping from your features. “Of course.” You drop Jimin’s hand. Before following his family to wherever they’re going - a private room down the hallway, apparently -, Jimin sends you a knowing gaze. It’s almost a call for help.

And then you’re alone.

The common hall is emptier than you expected. After standing awkwardly for a few moments, you decide to walk over to a great table in the corner of the hall, where breakfast is being served (who cares if you already had breakfast? Free food can’t ever be ignored). A couple of other people are taking small portions of food as well. It’s kind of amazing that every small group is talking in different languages.

Before you can even take a portion of fruit salad, though, someone calls your name.

You turn around to face a middle aged couple. You remember their faces from yesterday - Mr. Hwang and his wife. They seem a bit older than Jimin’s parents and much more sympathetic. You bow politely, greeting them a good morning.

“So good to see you once again, Y/N,” Mr. Hwang’s wife says. The difference from Jimin’s mother is immense. “We were looking for Jimin’s parents. Do you know where they are?”

“Oh, they’re having a quick family gathering.” You say. In fact, you and Jimin arrived earlier than everyone, as his parents required.

“Oh! Right. Guess we’re just early.” Mr. Hwang says. “We should wait for them, then. We can busy ourselves with some food," he rubs his hands and gazes at the table, smiling.

"You should definitely try the fruit salad. It's delicious!" You say. Not that you had time to taste it, though. You're just making small talk.

Mr. Hwang busies himself with taking a portion, while his wife - God, you forgot her name - stands beside you.

"So, golf is Hyunjun's favorite sport," she says casually. "If you want to impress your in-laws, being good at it is a good first step."

"Well… I'm in trouble, then. I'm terrible at golf." You never even tried playing it before. Mrs. Hwang laughs, covering her mouth with her hand gracefully. "Gotta find another way to impress them."

"I'm sure it won't be hard!" She looks you up and down - but, differently from Mrs. Park, you don't see sarcasm behind her eyes at all. She seems genuinely kind. "See, Y/N, I know Jimin for a long time… he never presented any girl to his family. It means that he cares about you a lot. You look great together. I wish you two the best."

That last sentence… had an undertone to it. The knowing gaze makes clear that Mrs. Hwang knows the type of people you're facing - and she looks sympathetic and supporting.

The smile that grows on your lips is more genuine now. See? It's not hard to be rich and not awful. The Hwang couple are proof. It'd be great if they were Jimin's parents instead.

Slowly, more of the couple's guests arrive at the common hall - and apparently everyone remembers you very well. There's no "official" member of the family around - Jieun disappeared before you could notice -, so they all come to you, asking for the hosts' whereabouts.

Your job is not only to impress Jimin's parents, but also their friends, and this is the best opportunity. Sure, you're not a member of the family, but they don't know it - so you step up and take the role of the host. Maximum politeness, pretty smile, combed with good humor. You greet all of them, ask their names, small talk a little, making sure no one is left out. It's not hard to play this social game of making good impressions; the more you do it, the easier it gets - although it's tiring. You’re not as well trained as them. Although most don’t seem rude at all, it’s clear that all of them were trained to act a certain way instead of just saying whatever comes to mind.

The only one that falls off this pattern is Jungkook’s father, Junghoon. You remember seeing him during school events at high school; he was always polite and sympathetic, and didn't bother when people asked him for autographs or to take photos. Surprisingly, he acts the same within his social circle: his smiles don’t seem forced, and he’s not as formal as everyone else. Almost the same guy from TV. On top of that, he’s kind of hot for his age. Jungkook looks a lot like him.

“Jimin abandoned you here? What a terrible boyfriend.” He says in a playful way when you tell what the hosts’ are doing. You shrug.

“At least I was abandoned next to the food table.” You say, which makes him laugh.

“I didn’t even expect you or Jimin would be here.” He says, checking his watch. “You’re such good kids. Jungkook ran away from me before I could drag him.”

You narrow your eyes. “Yeah… I guess we don’t have much of an option.”

Junghoon looks down at you with a knowing gaze. That same gaze Mrs. Hwang sent you.

“Have they been too harsh on you, kid?” You choose not to respond, just tightening your lips instead. “No need to fake it, I know these two. They’re my friends, but oh boy, I know how annoying they can be. Just… don’t let what they say get to your head, ‘kay?”

Oh.

He’s very straightforward. You appreciate it, though. From all these people you met this morning, this feels like the first real human interaction you have.

You are about to reply - but your mind goes blank.

There was no way you could avoid her, obviously. You’ve been planning to act polite and as normal as possible around her, but as soon as you spot Eunbi, your smile drops.

God.

You hate her.

The type of hate that leaves you blind for a moment, makes you forget where you are and what you were going to do. It’s like you’re fifteen all over again - standing at the school hallway by your locker, Eunbi walking towards you, and all you can hope is that she’s too bored to bother you today.

Except this isn’t a school hallway, you’re not fifteen anymore.

But she’s still walking towards you.

Eunbi was beautiful in high school and she’s even more beautiful now. Her long black hair makes a stark contrast against her fair skin; she looks more mature now without the bangs that used to be her signature during school days. She wears a similar golf outfit than yours, except her polo shirt is pink. You see hesitation in her eyes. However, she doesn’t stop. You didn’t think she’d deliberately approach you at all.

She smiles sweetly.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Eunbi says in a chirpy voice. She’s good at this, as expected.

It’s like you’re pulled back to reality. You have to play, too. There’s people watching.

“Good morning, Eunbi.” You bow politely, doing your best to keep the smile on your face, but it’s hard. You almost feel your eye twitching.

“You’re a good kid too, Eunbi! Looks like my son is the only young degenerate on this trip!” Junghoon says happily as she greets him. He’s as oblivious as his son. You force yourself to laugh, though, and Eunbi does the same. “Now, if you girls excuse me, I’ll go have some boring talk with some boring people.” He says jokingly before walking away towards a man that just walked in - a friend of his, perhaps.

As soon as Junghoon walks away, your smile drops. Eunbi sustains a tiny smile, though, as she eyes you up and down.

“It’s a… hm… a surprise to see you here. You’re the last person I expected to meet, to be honest.” She says awkwardly. This is… different. Not the confident tone you’re used to. “Were you always this pretty?”

She still has the ability to irk you like no one else in this world.

“Do you have anything relevant to say?” Your tone is dry. Light-years away from the sweet tone you’ve been using with these people. Even Eunbi is taken aback. This is also new. “I thought so. So, excuse me-”

“Hey, come on. Wait-”

You see that Eunbi was about to place her hand on your arm to stop you from walking away - but the single glare you send makes her stop immediately.

Eunbi gulps.

“I just want to talk, okay?” She says, forcing a lip tightened smile. “I’m curious about you and Jimin. You guys are an unlikely couple. How did you meet?”

You stare at her in silence and inhale. Calm down, Y/N. Calm down. Don’t make such a face. People will notice.

You step closer to her, so you can lower your voice - and you notice, shocked, that Eunbi flinches. She looks surprised at her own reaction.

Oh.

So I’m not the only one traumatized here.

“Eunbi. Let’s get things straight.” The smile you wear makes you look a bit psychotic. “I have no intention of pretending to be your friend. So let’s make this less unbearable to us both and ignore each other’s existence. Okay?”

Eunbi hesitates.

“Okay.” She nods. You’re ready to walk away once again, but you stop dead in your tracks when you hear the most infamous sentence anyone has ever said to you:

“I’m sorry.”

Your prolonged silence, the outraged glare you send her, makes Eunbi shift her gaze uncomfortably, touching her hair.

“You what?” You say quietly.

“You heard me.” She tightens her lips, looking lost and hesitant and uncomfortable and absolutely not sorry. “I know we had some hostility for each other during school, but I was just thinking… maybe we should leave the past behind, right? We should-”

You lift your palm, a clear sign for her to stop. You have to close your eyes and inhale deeply again.

“Don’t. For the love of God, just… just stop talking.” You say through gritted teeth.

Some hostility for each other?

She was hostile to you during high school. You never gave her a reason to hate you. She just enjoyed it.

Leave the past behind?

Three years of humiliation? How it affected the way you see people and the way you see yourself? The way you never really got over it even after all this time?

She wants you to “leave the past behind” with a half-assed apology that she doesn’t even truly mean?

You’re so angry right now that the idea of landing your fist against her nose again sounds very tempting.

“You’re just scared that I might tell these people how much of a bully you were. Am I wrong?”

Eunbi freezes.

Bingo.

This is why she’s acting all passive, so out of character for her. Jimin was right. You were afraid of her snitching, but she’s much more afraid of you. Eunbi is well-aware that what you did to her doesn’t compare to three years of harassment.

Tension between you is almost visible. Eunbi is about to say something, but finally, with the corner of your eye, you see Jimin emerging from the hallway and rapidly walking towards you. That’s all it takes for you to walk away from her without even looking back, going on his encounter.

Your nerves are so tense that you have to tighten your fists. Yet, as you approach Jimin and see his expression, you notice that he’s not that different from you, either.

“Hey.” You say. There’s a lip-tightened smile on his lips, but you see in his eyes that he’s far from happy. “Are you okay?”

Jimin shakes his head subtly.

His parents and Hyungsik also appear from the hallway, getting everyone’s attention. They greet the guests, but you’re not really paying attention to them, not when Jimin has his head lowered like that. It’s like he’s trying to hold himself together.

“Hello, Jimin!” Mrs. Hwang comes out of nowhere, smiling. “You look great this morning!”

Jimin just nods and smiles, which makes you even more worried - he seems unable to speak. You decide to intervene before she gets suspicious:

“Finally, it’s time for me to show everyone how awful my golf skills are,” you say, making Mrs. Hwang laugh. “We should get going, right?”

She agrees, and this is enough for her to leave you alone. Everyone is walking out of the hall towards the golf cars parked in front of it.

Instead of following them, you hold Jimin’s hand. This makes him finally look at you.

“Are you okay?” You repeat.

Jimin gulps.

“I… don’t feel like talking right now, pretty. I’m sorry.”

Your heart drops.

He looks so sad.

What did they tell him? How could they destroy his mood like that in mere twenty minutes of conversation?

“Don’t apologize.” You say in a reassuring tone. “It’s alright, baby.”

You freeze.

The nickname slipped unconsciously. You feel the sudden warmth increasing in your cheeks.

Jimin lifts his gaze at you again, surprised.

Then, a smirk slowly grows in his lips.

“You just called me baby.”

You tilt your head, dropping his hand and draping your arm around his instead, guiding him towards the entrance. “I’m method acting.”

Jimin laughs. “I think I could get used to it, though. Sounds nice coming from you.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs again. Although you’re embarrassed to death, you made Jimin crack a genuine laugh, which makes you somewhat relieved.

(Why do you care so much for him already, though? What is going on?!)

As you walk out of the common hall, you notice Eunbi quietly watching you from a distance. You avoid her gaze immediately and grip Jimin’s arm tighter, feeling your blood boil. As if Jimin’s parents weren’t enough of a headache, you have to deal with her, too. Never in a million years you’d think this trip would resurface your own personal drama.

You meet your arch enemy in Hawaii. It does not go so well.

Yes, the list is definitely sounding too much like a movie now.

Your arch enemy is really good at golf.

It annoys you to no end.

Not only is she good at it, she’s graceful and looks like she’s not making much effort at all. Hell, you’re trying to avoid her, but your eyes keep coming back at her like magnets.

Meanwhile, you… well. You didn’t expect you were telling a prophecy when you told Mrs. Hwang that you are terrible at golf, but oh boy, you prophesied that. You didn’t think this sport would be as hard as it is. Jimin tried his best to teach you, but most of the time he just laughed at how uncoordinated you are.

It’s going exactly as he planned, though. Jimin single-handedly charmed this horde of middle-aged socialites just with the way he’s trying to teach you. You two made quite the scene, honestly: cute and supportive boyfriend tries to teach his girlfriend how to play golf even though she misses every time. You just know everyone is paying attention to you two. You decided to stand away from the group and do your little scene, while the rest quietly watches, not even paying attention to how good Hyunjun is.

“Come here.” Jimin says quietly after a while, smiling like a mischievous little gremlin. “Are they looking at us?” You nod. His smile widens. “They’re gonna love this.”

You’re a few meters away from one of the holes, on the easiest part of the field - the flat part, much far from all the pairs or trios that already advanced to more difficult parts near the lake or down the hill. Yes, Jimin’s supposed to be your rival, but you’re so awfully bad that he’s just focusing on trying to make you win one point, at least.

“Have you ever watched Ghost, Y/N? The pottery scene?” Jimin asks excitedly.

“Of course I did.”

He quirks his eyebrows up. “So.”

You roll your eyes, getting ready for what's about to come.

Jimin positions himself behind you. His chest glued on your back, his hands over yours, showing the correct way to hold the bat. He has the audacity to rest his chin on your shoulder. Your body temperature immediately increases.

“The problem is that you’re always swinging it with too much force.” He says by right your ear in a low voice, sending goosebumps across your nervous system. “You have to be more subtle.”

“You have to be more subtle.” You say through gritted teeth. “This is so cheesy.”

“What? I’m trying to help you finally get one point.” The whining tone. Oh God. He’s enjoying this way too much.

“You’re trying to land the leading role in a drama, that is. Or make one of the old ladies fall for you. Needing a sugar mommy or something?” Jimin giggles. The sound makes you feel more goosebumps. “And don’t get too comfortable back there.”

“Oh, I can tell you’re hating it.” This man can get very cocky when he wants. “Now, careful…”

Gently, he makes you swing the bat. It clicks on the ball…

For the first time, you see it making a perfect travel, directly inside the hole.

“See?” He says with a proud smile. Why is he talking so damn low? Once again, he places a kiss on your cheek before backing away. Yes, he’s surely too comfortable.

You rest the weight of your body on the bat, using it as a cane, and narrow your eyes at him. “Ghost? Really?”

“It’s super romantic!” He crosses his arms and pouts.

“You really have a lot of little fantasies inside of your head, huh? First on the plane, now this…”

Jimin throws his head back dramatically and groans. “It’s so hard being one of the last romantic men on this planet. Ah, the judgment…”

You laugh. It’s hard to believe this man is real.

You feel your phone buzzing inside of the small waist pouch you carry. You take your phone; a notification from Soojin.

soojin: your ugly fish is alive

soojin: they’re friends now

An immediate smile brightens your face the moment you see the photo she sent: Minhyun posing in front of the aquarium.

“What?” Jimin asks, curious, stretching his neck to try to see the phone.

You step closer to him, proudly showing the photo of the cutest three year old to ever step foot on Earth. “It’s my nephew.”

Jimin widens his eyes in surprise. “I thought you were an only child.”

“I am. He’s my cousin’s son. But she’s almost like an older sister, to be honest.” You elbow his waist lightly. “Isn’t he the most adorable little thing you’ve ever seen in your life?”

Jimin smiles, arching one eyebrow up. “I didn’t know you liked kids.”

“Why wouldn’t I like kids?” You shrug. He watches you in silence, hands behind his back, as you type Soojin a quick reply. You make a mental note to not forget to buy Minhyun a gift, as you promised.

You just notice that Jimin is still watching you when you put the phone back inside the pouch.

He’s doing it again.

This gaze. That little smile. The wind plays with the strands of his hair. And suddenly it’s there again - the electricity, the heat creeping your neck and cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach.

“What?” You ask.

“I get happy whenever I learn something new about you.” He says in a soft voice. “You’re still kind of a mystery to me, you know.”

“There’s not much to find out about me.”

“But I’m curious anyway. I can’t help it.” Jimin shrugs.

Before he can say anything else, you notice someone approaching behind his back. “It’s Junghoon,” you say quietly. Jimin immediately turns around. The older man approaches with his bat resting over his shoulder, a lazy smile on his lips.

“Taking a break?” He says. Jimin nods and frowns.

“Yeah. I got tired of trying to get Y/N to make a point.” He dramatically shakes his head. “She’s a lost cause.”

“Hey!” You punch his arm lightly, which makes him laugh. Junghoon clicks his tongue and tilts his head.

“I gotta agree with him, though. Was watching you from far. You’re not a natural at this, kid.”

“I was trying my best. That’s what matters.” You cross your arms like a kid with an attitude problem.

“I know, but I get a feeling that you’re dying to get out of here. You too, Jimin.”

Junghoon sends you both a significant gaze.

Jimin narrows his eyes at him. “What do you mean, exactly?”

“Ah, come on. You guys should be having fun. Not here, stuck with these old people, playing golf.”

The familiar mischievous smirk starts to grow on Jimin’s lips again. “My parents…”

“I’ll give them an excuse. Now, go while they’re not paying attention.” Junghoon gesticulates with his head for you to start moving.

You and Jimin look at each other, then back at Junghoon. Jimin quickly grabs your hand, smiling widely. “I owe you one!”

“Don’t bother. I’m just doing my job as the cool uncle.” He winks at you both. “Hurry up!”

Jimin and him fist bump, while you bow at him politely. Jimin starts to drag you away - first walking, then when you’re far enough, you’re running.��

He laughs loudly. “Finally! I fucking hate golf!”

You laugh, too, but a tiny voice inside your head gets that he’s not happy just because he doesn’t have to play it anymore… he’s happy to be away from his parents. Understandable.

You only stop running as you reach the common hall again, both panting. Jimin looks at his watch - it’s a little bit before 11AM - and checks something on his phone. “I guess we can skip lunch and the evening tea with them, too. Which means we have the whole day to ourselves until 7PM.” He lifts his gaze at you. “Is there anything you want to do in particular?”

You put your hands on your waist, feeling a little bit lost. You didn’t expect to have any free time today, since the whole weekend was carefully scheduled with different activities. But since Jimin decided to skip it…

“Well… I wanna go to the sea.” You confess. How can you be in Hawaii and not go to the beach?

His grin widens. “I’m glad you said that. Let's get changed, then.” You follow him towards one of the golf cars. He puts his phone on his ear, and after a few seconds, he says: “I’m coming, fucker. You better be at the pier in 30 minutes!”

“Pier? Where are we going?”

Jimin turns around. He’s excited like a little kid.

“Jungkook’s yacht. I hope you know how to swim, baby.”

Oh.

This is starting to sound fun.

Jungkook comes to greet you at the pier with open arms and a smile on his face. Though the pier is quite busy at the moment - the weather is perfect: not a single cloud at sight, the sun shines brightly and it’s getting unbearably hot; everyone had the same idea as you -, it’s hard to miss Jungkook in a crowd. He truly aged like fine wine. Jungkook wears a blue floral hawaiian shirt that would make anyone look like a standard silly tourist, but since it’s Jungkook who’s wearing it, it looks great - especially since it’s almost completely unbuttoned -, combed with simple black shorts and sunglasses that he pushed up as soon as he saw you.

“Thought you guys wouldn’t come- ow!” Jungkook winces as Jimin greets him with a punch on the arm.

“Traitor. You abandoned me there!” Jimin complains. Jungkook giggles and massages his arm.

“My bad, man. You know I suck at golf.” He then looks at you and quirks one eyebrow up, accompanied by a charming smile. “And you were in much better company than me anyway.”

You cross your arms and tilt your head, feeling yet another boost of confidence with the way he looks at you. Yes, you know you look good - even though you haven’t gotten rid of the cover up yet, it’s pretty much transparent. “At least someone gets it.”

It’s Jimin’s turn to cross his arms, mimicking your movement, and stare at you. “Better company? Girl, seeing you try to play golf was physically painful. Compared to her, you’re a golf expert, Jungkook.”

You gasp and punch his arm. Jungkook just laughs.

“Anyway, let’s get going before someone gets punched on the face instead,” he says, pointing ahead. As you follow him, you wonder which yacht from the many moored at the pier belongs to him. Jungkook turns to you two, walking backwards, with the expression of someone that just realized something. “Hm, just so you guys know, I invited some people over that will be at the concert tonight.”

Jimin hisses and narrows his eyes. “Did you invite the Lees?”

“Yes. And Choi Hari… and some other of my friends. But the point is… since those people know you, it’s better to not drop the act.” He smiles apologetically.

Oh.

Sure, you expected there would be more people around, but it’d be nice to act normally around Jimin for a while. Though, let’s be honest - you don’t really care to pretend, especially now that Jimin seems to be exuding his playboy carefree aura more than ever. And to remember that you used to hate this type of guy. There’s truly something special about Park Jimin, after all.

He just tilts his head and pushes his hair back, shrugging. “No problem. Right?”

Though you can’t see because of his sunglasses, you know his eyes are gleaming with the playfulness you’ve grown used to. “Whatever,” you say.

Jungkook starts walking normally again, and you can still hear when he says quietly:

“Of course it’s no problem. I wouldn’t mind, either.”

It seems Jimin didn’t hear that.

He stops walking.

“Alright, get on board,” he says.

You frown, confused. It’s just a speedboat, not a yacht. Neither of them seem confused, so you act normal, accepting Jimin’s help to get on board and politely greeting the pilot. You hold the handle tightly as it sails away from the pier; once again, the way neither Jimin or Jungkook seem too affected by its speed and don’t even bother to look at the jaw-dropping blue ocean around shows how used they are to this. They talk absently over the sound of the engine, yet you don’t miss Jimin’s protective grip on your waist, as if he’s afraid you’ll fall in the water.

Then, you see it.

Jungkook’s yacht.

You didn’t know exactly what Jimin meant by “Jungkook’s yacht”. You’ve seen a couple of them from far since you arrived - and, due to the distance, you hadn’t really realized how big those things are. When you spot the vessel very distant from land, though, your jaw drops. Hell, even though you’re surrounded by luxury, it’s still hard getting used to it, no matter how hard you try.

That thing is far bigger than a house - big enough to accomodate jet skis, for what you can see at this distance. Roughly 40 meters long, three floors, all white; and that’s just you can see from here.

Even before the speedboat stops by the vessel, you can already hear the loud music coming from it and see the people partying inside. Jungkook didn’t invite just “some of his friends”, apparently. There’s already a guy waiting for your arrival, holding a charming smile and a drink in his hand.

“You guys took forever!” The man says as Jungkook gets off the speedboat first. His voice is loud and excited. He’s got black hair, beautifully tanned skin and a very charismatic smile. His head-to-toe colorful Balenciaga outfit already says a lot about his personality.

“It’s Jimin we’re talking about. What did you expect?” Jungkook says jokingly.

“Long time no see, man,” Jimin greets him with a huge grin, being the second to get off the boat. “We haven’t met since Monaco last year, right? Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, me neither! Jungkook convinced me to come last minute!”

Then, the black-haired man notices you for the first time and offers his hand to help you get off the boat, before Jimin or the pilot can. You gladly take it. The shift in his gaze and smile is immediate. Yeah, this feels nice. Feeling wanted, feeling attractive. It’s been a while since you last felt like this.

“Thank you,” you say, smiling. He (shamelessly) checks you up and down.

“My pleasure.” He says. One part of your brain yells “HE’S HOT” while the other part yells “bitch, don’t drop the act!” He licks his lips and tilts his head. “Have we met before? I don’t remember you.”

Jimin materializes beside you.

Literally.

You don’t know how he managed to put himself between you and the guy so fast. His arm rests around your waist similar to how he was grabbing you at the speedboat, except now there’s no danger that you’ll trip and fall on the sea anymore.

“Y/N, this is Hoseok, a great friend of mine,” Jimin says with a smile on his face. “Hoseok, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

He wasn’t that subtle with the emphasis he put when he said my girlfriend.

Jungkook quietly shifts his eyes from Hoseok and you two, trying not to laugh.

Hoseok widens his eyes and it’s kind of funny how he immediately steps back.

“Oh. You’re dating? Really? I never expected-” Hoseok chokes, only now realizing his words, and sheepishly looks at you. “I mean- that’s great!”

You shake your head, unable to hold your laughter anymore at how quickly his demeanor changed. “Don’t worry, Hoseok. I’m well aware of his past.”

Hoseok laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, and it’s kind of adorable. “Phew. I’m embarrassed. Nice to meet you, though, Y/N!” It’s also funny how his tone and the way he looks at you changed - his bro’s girlfriend immediately became a bro.

Slowly, you make your way inside the yacht, being greeted by more of Jungkook’s friends (you soon find out that not all these people are his friends, though; he literally met some of them this morning and decided to invite them over. Especially the girls. Yes, there are many hot girls here. You start to feel inside one of those early 2000’s hip hop music videos). Once again, you do your best to not look too mesmerized by the yacht’s luxurious interior, especially now that you’re surrounded by young and rich people, and even more so as Jimin’s girlfriend.

Speaking of…

You’re kind of busy grabbing a drink at the bar and having a silly conversation with the bartender - great how you have much more in common with the bartender than any other people in this place, right? - when you hear a chirpy and annoyingly sweet voice call his name.

“Jimin! It’s been a while!”

You turn your head so quickly that your neck almost snaps.

There’s a girl approaching him. Pretty, short brown hair, using a big hat, a black swimsuit and a suggestive smile.

Jimin had pushed his sunglasses up, exposing his surprised eyes. He smiles. “Hi, Hari. Good to see you.”

It’s hard to hear them over all the chatter and the music, but your hearing suddenly becomes sharper than ever. You watch them from far in silence, an eyebrow quirked up, just analyzing the situation.

“I didn’t know my parents invited your family to the concert,” he continues.

“Yeah, well… I was hoping to surprise you tonight.” She says. This girl Hari is eating him up with her eyes. Jimin avoids her gaze.

Okay, you had enough.

You quickly grab another drink and march over to them before Hari can step closer and put her hand on his chest - she didn’t even begin to move, but oh boy, you predicted that.

“Here’s your drink, babe,” you say, draping your arm around his.

Jimin looks at you with a mix of surprise and relief. He smirks, taking it from your hand. “Thanks, pretty.”

Hari stands there, frozen.

“Ah, Hari, I believe you haven’t met yet,” Jimin says. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

You see the exact moment her smile becomes awkward. She measures you up and down. “Oh. No, we haven’t met. I would’ve remembered. Actually, I’m kind of offended that you never told her about me. We’ve been close friends for so long.”

I see what you tried to do there, girl.

You look at Jimin, faking a confused expression. “She’s right, Jimin. You told me about all of your important friends, but I haven’t heard of Hari from you.”

Jimin swallows the laughter that was about to erupt.

Hari’s eyes gleam with anger.

“What? You must’ve forgotten, Y/N.” Slowly, he starts walking away, pulling you along. “Anyways, see you at the concert tonight, Hari!”

She just stands there awkwardly.

When you’re far enough, you ask quietly: “Past hook up?”

“Yeah.” He admits in the same tone. “Never regretted something so much in my life. She’s so irritating.” Jimin puts the straw on his lips and sips the drink, humming. “Hmm. I love mojito.”

You huff, taking the glass back. “Excuse me, this drink is mine. Go grab yours.”

Jimin pouts. “But you said-”

“That’s what you get for looking at other girls,” you say jokingly.

Jimin smirks. Wind throws his hair back. God, he’s mesmerizing.

He drops his voice, getting his lips closer to your ear:

“How can I look at other girls when you’re standing beside me?”

It’s like electricity crossed all of your nervous system.

Fuck. All these hot guys checking you out since you arrived… none of them are able to make you feel the way Jimin’s single gaze makes you feel. And he hadn’t even seen you without the coverup yet.

You smirk before putting the straw between your lips and sipping it, absolutely aware of the effect this “innocent” act will get. The way his eyes drop to your lips, the way he gulps - oh fuck. Is it getting hotter than a second ago?

“Good.” You say quietly. “Method acting, right?”

Jimin’s smirk widens. He nods.

“Yeah. Method acting.”

Damn.

You promised you wouldn’t try anything with Jimin, but shit, with the way things are going, you probably won’t be thinking straight to make a rational decision anymore. How can you be rational around this man?

This little moment is broken by the sound of glass breaking on the upper floor and Jungkook's boisterous laughter, which makes both of you look up on instinct.

"Damn. It's still noon and they're already that bad?" You say under your breath. Jimin sighs.

"I can't judge them." He holds your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "C'mon, let's go up there."

There's not many options but to follow him.

Not all of them are awful people.

Some are actually funny and sympathetic. Things are going better than you expected, considering the hate/trauma you developed for rich kids… although it's pretty obvious to you that they're not treating you differently because they don't know your real background - and you're doing your best to not reveal anything remotely personal about yourself, which is not an easy task.

You did the same earlier today at the golf field: keeping conversations superficial. These people's life experiences are light-years away from yours. When they tell a silly story about themselves, it happened during Paris Fashion Week or Milano or New Year's Eve in Copacabana, and the others can relate to some extent because they've been there, too. If you let it slip, it'll be so easy to realize that this is the first time you travel abroad ever. If you let it slip, they'll start questioning why the hell a poor girl like you is wearing Emilio Pucci and Versace, why Jimin of all people is with someone like you… and adjectives such as prostitute and gold digger will float inside their heads.

It makes you feel sick.

You're not embarrassed of being poor. You never wanted to fit, not even when Eunbi and her goons would make fun of you for not being able to purchase the things they could. Yet, here you are, doing exactly what your moral code goes against, acting like one of them. Sure, they’re not bad people, but you don’t feel good about lying. Most importantly - this isn’t about you, it’s about Jimin; you made a deal with him. This is just theater. Method acting.

By the way - you’re getting really good at this method acting thing.

It might just be the alcohol kicking in, though, but the way those girls are surrounding Jimin like vultures is getting on your nerves.

You don’t wanna play the annoying girlfriend that keeps glued on her boyfriend. Jimin is seeing some of his friends he hadn’t seen in a while, having fun with them, and you don’t want to interrupt. But fuck, it seems every time you step away from him, some random ass girl approaches somehow, smirking and twirling her hair, and they keep watching him from far and whispering among themselves.

It’s kind of disgusting. Not only because it’s obvious that you’re his “girlfriend”, but because these girls know who Jimin is and know he’s the wealthiest in this vessel. It makes you wonder for the first time if Jimin has to deal with this type of situation everywhere he goes. Does it annoy him, or does he like the attention?

It doesn’t matter right now, though. It’s a bit freaky how you kept an eye on him all the time, and to be fair he’s not acting weird or flirting back. They might feel they have a chance because Jimin is smiling or pushing his hair back, but you learned to differentiate when he’s flirting or when he’s just being his charismatic self.

Yeah, alcohol’s definitely kicking in.

You’re getting angry.

And it only gets worse when that Hari girl approaches you at the bar.

You’re talking to Jungkook, a guy he met that morning called Noah, and his fiancé, Jane. Pretty chill people. They’re telling how they met in Hawaii three years ago, and it became a tradition to come back every year to celebrate. Noah proposed yesterday. They’re radiating together.

That’s the moment Choi Hari decides to take the most random question out her ass.

“This talk got me curious. How did you and Jimin meet, Y/N?”

The four of you stare at her in silence. It was so random - so uncalled for - that even Noah and Jane, who barely know anyone in this yacht, side-eye each other in awkwardness.

“Jimin lives abroad. It means you met him there, right?” She continues, faking an innocent gaze.

You want to pierce her eyes with the nearest straw.

“They met at my birthday party last year. I introduced them.” Jungkook says in a tone so nonchalantly natural that you get impressed. He balances being dense and being fast at catching things in the air pretty fast.

“We’ve been together for six months now.” You say, twirling the straw inside the cup of your piña colada drink. The ice cubes shock aggressively.

Hari fakes a surprised expression. “Six months? Wow. I’m surprised Jimin never told me about you. We see each other so frequently. I mean, not that Jimin is trying to hide anything from you, of course.”

The lip tightened smile on your face looks so scary that Jungkook starts to eye you with caution.

You sip that pinã colada as if you’re sipping her life force.

“Hmm… I’m sorry, what’s your name again? Ah! Hari, right?” You smile sweetly. Jungkook’s eyes widen. Noah and Jane side-eye each other even more intensely. “I think this tells much more about your ‘friendship’ with Jimin than my relationship with him. Don’t worry, though. I’ll let him know how he made his great friend so upset.” You turn your back to her on the stool, looking at a wide-eyed couple. “Anyways, Jane, you were saying how you plan to get married on the same spot you met each other, right?”

Jane blinks.

“Uh… yeah. It’ll be a wedding by the beach.” Jane says. Jungkook is trying his hardest not to laugh. Hari, being completely ignored by everyone in the bar, leaves in silence before you can see the look on her face.

You’re not paying attention to the conversation anymore, though, as cute and interesting as it sounds. You just nod and agree, impatiently clicking your nail on the glass. Fuck. That girl really made you nervous. Who the fuck she thinks she is? Trying to make you suspicious of Jimin? Dumbass. Jimin can’t stand her. No one could get between you and him like that-

Wait.

You sip more pinã colada, confused at your own thoughts.

This method acting thing is going too far. You’re not… you’re not actually jealous, right? I mean, who cares if she was Jimin’s hook up?

You look back.

For the first time in a while, Jimin is alone, comfortably sitting on one of the sun lounges, checking his phone. Looking drop-dead gorgeous under the sun, hair waving gracefully, a resting smile on his lips.

Fuck.

You care.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe Hari really managed to annoy you, or maybe you’re just doing your best to act convincingly, like you and Jimin planned. You don’t know. What you know is that the you, right here and right now, is very fucking jealous of all the vultures around him, acting like you’re just some sort of replaceable side bitch, not his actual girlfriend.

So you get up, drink in hand. “Excuse me, guys,” you tell Jungkook and the couple.

Jimin doesn’t see you approaching before you’re in front of him.

He lifts his gaze from the phone, smile widening. “Y/N-”

The words get stuck in his throat as you sit on his lap, wrapping your arm around his shoulder.

“Damn, it’s too hot right now, right?”

Jimin’s brain takes a few seconds to function again.

“Uh… what-?”

“Don’t act so shocked, Jimin. You’re supposed to be used to it.” You say quietly, quirking one eyebrow up, sipping a little bit more.

Jimin nods slowly. Surprise starts to vanish from his eyes, at the same rate a satisfied smirk appears on his lips.

“Right.”

He wraps one arm around your waist, while the other rests on the side of your thigh. It’s getting hot. Yes, it’s getting way too hot. It has nothing to do with the scorching sun.

“Just so you know,” you say absently. “If anyone asks, we met at Jungkook’s birthday party last year.” Your voice is so quiet that only Jimin can hear it. He nods once again.

“Okay.” He licks his lips. You can’t even pretend you’re not staring at this point. “May I ask, why did you get so brave?”

You tilt your head, faking an innocent expression. “What do you mean?”

Jimin chuckles under his breath. Oh Lord. It makes your legs feel weak.

“This is new. You’re not even avoiding my gaze.”

It’s your turn to chuckle this time.

Your position on his lap is comfortable. Your weight doesn’t seem to bother him at all. Yes, the perfect seat.

Even so, you move a little bit, adjusting yourself, whilst keeping eye contact.

Jimin’s breathing hitches with the friction.

“I lied back there, you know.” You say quietly. “There’s many things you don’t know about me, Jimin.”

His smile widens, eyes hooded dropping to your lips. “And will you let me know what those things are?”

The hand that rests on your tight squeezes it just a little tighter, while his thumb caresses it, sending waves of heat directly there. His hand is not that far from it. Just the imagination, the possibility of what would’ve happen if his hand traveled just a little bit closer, makes you forcefully remind yourself that you’re in public.

You shrug. “I don’t know yet.” Your nonchalant tone makes Jimin chuckle yet again.

Something else catches your eye. Looking over his shoulder, you see one of Jungkook’s friends jumping on the water, while other people already down there yell happily. The yacht was moored in a spot of calm waters, perfect for safe swimming. There’s many other vessels moored here as well, and many people having fun on the sea.

“I’m gonna jump in.” You say out of sudden, getting up from Jimin’s lap. He frowns, clearly confused.

“What?”

“I’m gonna swim a little bit,” you elaborate, placing the half-empty glass on the floor by Jimin’s sun lounge. “What’s the point of coming here and not swimming? I’m even sweating right now.”

You take off the cover up.

Jimin hadn’t seen you wearing that bikini yet.

The two-piece swimsuit suits you perfectly, highlighting every curve, molding your body. You usually wouldn’t go for wild and colorful patterns like this one, but when you saw it at the Versace store, you couldn’t resist (also because it was the cheapest one).

Jimin’s jaw drops.

Externally, you act like you don’t care. Internally, you’re running laps. He doesn’t even try to be subtle - his eyes run your body shamelessly in awe. Congratulations, Jimin. Exactly the reaction I wanted. Such a good boy.

“Hold this for me.” You throw the cover up on his lap. “Thank you.”

You turn around, walking to the yacht’s platform, well aware of his eyes glued on your ass. Without sending any other gaze towards him, you dive into the sea.

Immediate refresh.

The water is fucking cold, but it feels like heaven compared to the absolute hell that is this high temperature. You resurface, gasping for air and pushing your hair out of your face. The water is so transparent that you can see the bottom of the ocean - not too deep at this spot, but deep enough to scare away anyone that isn’t confident enough in their swimming abilities. It’s so fantastic that you end up smiling all by yourself…

So fantastic that, for a moment, you don’t realize someone jumped in the water right after you.

Jimin resurfaces and gasps, shaking his head wildly in a movement that looks awkwardly hot. He rapidly swims towards you, a smile on his lips and mischief in his eyes.

“Now, what was that?” Jimin asks.

“What was what? I’m swimming!” You can’t fight the giggles, though. You swim on your back and away from him, closing your eyes in delight for a moment. It wasn’t of much use, because when you open your eyes, Jimin is still chasing you.

You decide to put your hands on his shoulders this time, smiling widely. Jimin just watches you in confusion as you push his hair back from his face.

“It’s funny how none of your friends believe you’re dating someone for real.” you say. “Are you seriously this much of a fuckboy?”

Jimin tilts his head. “Do you really want to know?”

You shrug. “Nah, I don’t care. But we gotta do something about it. Look more convincing.”

You look up for a moment.

Hari is watching, leaning on the railing.

“And to be fair, I think you’re not paying enough attention." Jimin says, pouting. "My friends are buying our story pretty easy-”

You roll your eyes before smashing your lips on his.

Jimin gasps, but quickly gives in.

The kiss tastes like salt water and pineapple. You don’t waste time trying to be gentle or acting hesitant, deepening the kiss - and Jimin just accepts it, matching your energy. His lips are so plump and delicious. It leaves you longing to be kissed by him in other places than your mouth. This is different from yesterday… this kiss is as intense, however more rushed, much more filled with lust. Yes, “lust” describes it perfectly. If you weren’t literally swimming in the ocean surrounded by so many people, you’d want to take things further. You want to touch his bare skin. You want to be touched by him - you’re dying for it, and you don’t know if you can fake that you don’t want it anymore. When you shamelessly grip his hair, Jimin lets a deep groan from the back of his throat, which makes shockwaves of want roam your body.

You’re so engulfed in this moment that both of you forget to keep moving your legs - and then you’re kissing underwater.

Soon enough, air disappears from your lungs, and both of you resurface, gasping. Jimin gazes at your laughing figure and he looks confused and amused and curious and aroused, all at the same time.

“I’m afraid to ask at this point, but what was this about?” He says quietly.

“I’m marking territory.” You don’t bother to look up at the yacht again. You don’t care if Hari is still watching or not. “It could’ve been worse. I could’ve peed on you.”

Jimin laughs, throwing his head back. “Nah, I’m not complaining. You can mark territory whenever you want, pretty. I don’t mind.”

“What can I say? I’m just really good at my job.”

That smile, the way his lips are reddish and slightly swollen from the kiss…

He pecks your lips sweetly.

“Method acting, right?”

You gulp.

“Yeah. Method acting.”

Bullshit.

A tiny annoying voice in the back of your head whispers that no, this isn’t about acting anymore.

And boy- does it scare you.

You might be catching feelings for millionaire manchild mentioned previously.

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New Year With You (M)

pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, light smut [18+]

summary: Ringing in the new year means saying goodbye to Grandmother Jeon, lots of alcohol, and a devastatingly handsome Jungkook.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol use/mention (body shots), implied smut (unprotected sex, hickeys, sexual thoughts/conversations), food mention, Tae is a flirt and Seokjin is shy about it, oc scratched the hell out of JK's back (with consent), teasing

a/n: thank you @btsgotjams27 for helping me again 💜💜

read home for the holidays

date: January 19, 2024

Grandmother Jeon had left early this morning with the Jeons and Parks in tow. She had pulled you into a tight hug as Dae loaded her suitcases into the trunk.

“You two have a good new year, and if I don’t see you before Spring Break, make sure to call,” Grandmother Jeon instructs as she releases you to hug Jungkook just as tight.

“And you,” she smiles. “Make sure you check the house out before you return to school. I’ll make arrangements for renovations if you want to change anything up. Do what you want with it, okay?”

“Yes, Grandmother Jeon. Thank you,” he says as he hugs her tighter, and she kisses his cheek before releasing him.

“Don’t get into too much trouble tonight while your parents are away,” Grandmother Jeon raises a brow. “I’m gonna be overseas, and your parents are going to be out of town so we can’t bail you out of jail.”

“I’ll keep him in check, Grandmother Jeon,” you promise as you wrap your arm around Jungkook’s waist. His sweater is thicker than yours, and the wind rattles you to the core, but your goodbyes are more important than a few chilly minutes.

“That’s what I like to hear, honey!” Minji laughs. “We’ve got to be tough with these Jeon men!”

“Mom!” Dae calls from the car as he shuts the trunk. “We’re all set.”

Minji smiles again. “You watch out for that Park boy, too. Jimin and that mouth of his. I’m sure I’ll be hearing about tonight from his grandmother. We’re gonna play shuffleboard and find us some dance partners before midnight! Don’t worry about me.”

“Get ‘em, Minji,” you giggle as you hug her one last time, promising to call soon. She waves as she links her arm with Jungkook’s as he walks her out of the house and toward the driveway where his parents wait for them. Luna is buckled in her seat, barking her head off when she finally spots her mother.

Across the street, Jimin is helping his grandmother get into his parents’ car. He waves when he spots you in the doorway, and you grin.

The eight of you had plans to spend the New Year together. The weather was still rough. Snow still covered the streets and you weren’t in the mood to be stuffed in a club like a sardine.

Jungkook had invited everyone over. Jimin, Joon, and Tae would probably walk home, and Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi would either sleep over or go across the street.

The plans for tonight involved games, alcohol, and plenty of food. The home was still decorated for Christmas, and Aera promised to put everything away once she returned. Before you could offer to help, Jungkook shook his head.

“Mom likes to keep them up a little longer. She decorates for Valentine’s Day and so on. We should come back for Halloween. You’d love it.” Jungkook smiled.

“I’m gonna miss her,” you tell Jungkook as he joins you on the front porch. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, kissing your cheek.

“Grandmother Jeon will be fine,” Jungkook assures you. “My parents will be back in a couple of days and then we can go look at the house.”

“It’ll be nice to party with Minji on Spring Break,” you giggle as you head back inside and shut the door after Jungkook.

“If we can keep up,” he chuckles with a shake of his head.

“I’m glad this all worked out, Koo,” you admit as you wrap your arms around his waist. He rubs your back as you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It soothes you.

“Me too, baby. Otherwise, I would have waited until we got back to school to say something,” He giggles, his nose scrunching the tiniest bit.

You smile, kissing the mole beneath his lip. “Come on, babe. We have the house to ourselves and a few more hours before our friends come over.”

“Oh, and how do you suggest we pass the time, baby?” Jungkook smirks.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say coyly as you walk two fingers up his broad chest. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

Your laughter fills the home as you take off running toward the stairs with Jungkook right behind you. His laughter and yours grow louder when he catches you and leads you to his bedroom, where you spend the next few hours wrapped up in each other.

You shouldn’t stare.

You shouldn’t.

You’re not.

Honestly, you’re not.

But you so are!

“Are you part of some male dancer association?” you blurt, covering your mouth with your hands. You did not just say that!

Jimin cackles, shaking his head. “No.”

Seokjin smirks. “Hoseok picked our outfits.”

Your eyes look over at Hoseok, the menace. He smirks when you eye him up and down. He lowers his sunglasses to drown you in his dark look. Fuck, fuck, wow!

“Don’t you look ravishing,” he comments as he sets his sunglasses on his head. “Gotta say, you look just as hot as I imagined.”

“Hoseok!” you giggle, shaking your head.

Hoseok shrugs. “It’s a nice dress. Still had the tags on when I found it in your closet.”

“Has Kook seen it yet?” Seokjin asks as he rakes his eyes over you.

“Not yet,” you explain. “We decided to get ready separately.”

“Oh, he’s gonna die,” Jimin chuckles as he walks past you to the kitchen, where Yoongi finished cooking the food.

Alcohol fills the refrigerator and the counters. Jimin has a bottomless stomach when it comes to alcohol, and Tae always tries to keep up.

You’re excited to see Jungkook, but after the stunt Hoseok pulled, you’re not so sure you could handle it.

“Darling,” Jungkook calls from the stairs.

Hoseok chuckles as he watches you turn around slowly, gasping when you spot Jungkook.

Jungkook’s dark hair is coiffed in a slicked-back manner. The blazer is too big for his frame, but the black mesh shirt hugs him in all the right places, showing off his taut chest and ripped abs. Silver jewelry adorns his ears, neck, and hand, but what you really love is the one pierced into his bottom lip.

You swear your brain malfunctions as it does for SpongeBob when all he needs to remember is fine dining. You don’t think you could even remember your name right now if somebody asked because all you can think is how fucking hot your boyfriend looks. You don’t even think you’re breathing, your voice caught in your throat as your eyes take in every delicious inch of his body.

Were you two alone, you’d have him beneath you already. His chest would get covered in your lipstick, and his cock would be inside you, making you cream around him as you bounced on him.

Jungkook isn’t faring much better. The dress you’re wearing leaves little to the imagination. He’s breathless as he admires your radiance. The smile on your face is bashful but directed right at him.

Jungkook should send Hoseok a personalized thank you note after this trip. Perhaps even a bouquet of peonies, freshly picked from a field they visited as children not too far from their home. He knows Hoseok wishes he had more time to make something for you. He’s very talented, and no doubt would create amazing clothing for each of you if given the chance. Jimin wore a suit made just for him, a gift for his birthday just a few months ago.

Smirking, Jungkook takes the last step as he eyes the necklace sitting perfectly on your chest. It’s on a thin gold chain with his initial. There’s an accompanying one on your thigh that glimmers in the light when you move toward him, the slit on your dress dangerously high up, and your heels click on the floor as you meet him.

“You look gorgeous,” Jungkook whispers when you grab his suit jacket. He notes how you bat your lashes, eyes sparkling when you look at him.

“And you look good enough to eat,” you respond, not noticing how your friends give you a moment alone.

To be honest, Hoseok was a little worried you’d jump each other in front of everyone. You wouldn’t lie. The thought had crossed your mind.

“Do I?” Jungkook smiles as he cups your face. His lips look very tempting as he toys with his lip ring.

What you wouldn’t give to strip him naked where he stands. The thought alone sends a tingle down your spine as his fingers move downward to the necklace you’re wearing.

“Perhaps there’s something I can do about that later on,” he whispers as he releases the initial and locks eyes with you. You blink, left breathless as his gaze locks you in place.

Should you take him to his room? Forget all about the evening planned with your friends and welcome the new year tangled in sheets, his name on your lips, and his hands on your hips.

“If you guys are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Namjoon asks with a brownie in one hand and a champagne flute in the other.

Jungkook chuckles as he steps away from you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to your friends in the kitchen.

It’s no surprise that Jimin’s already got the alcohol open. Yoongi turns the stove off and moves a pot off of the eye before calling everyone for dinner.

The dining room is filled with laughter. Joy spreads from one person to the next as the alcohol and fond memories flow.

Taehyung and Yoongi suggest moving the party to the living room. The table gets cleared by Seokjin and a tipsy Namjoon, who’s had too many brownies and flutes of champagne.

Hoseok has cleared the living room coffee table and set the liquor and glasses on it. Each of you has a different glass straw to not get confused, but you know you’ll end up sharing with Jungkook and possibly Jimin by the end of the night.

The TV is on in the background, a show on mute as they prepare for the new year. The countdown flashes on the screen, still two hours away.

Fireworks blast off outside from the neighbors and their kids. Despite the cold weather, gatherings still take place.

Jimin smirks when you take a seat on the couch beside Jungkook. Your hand rests on his thigh, and Jungkook toys with the small chain on your leg.

“How about we start with body shots?” Jimin suggests, feigning innocence when his eyes connect with yours.

Jungkook scoffs. “As if, Park.”

Jimin chuckles. He knows Jungkook well enough to know when he’s pissed him off.

“Don’t worry,” Seokjin giggles. “We won’t do it off your girl.”

“Already making him mad?” Yoongi asks as he sets down a bowl of perfectly cut limes for the tequila. Yoongi normally sticks to whiskey and Tae and Jimin love tequila. Hoseok and you loved cocktails, and Jungkook and Seokjin will have what’s available. Namjoon keeps a flute of champagne in his hand most of the night, sipping in between sweets.

“Can we just drink already?” Taehyung pouts as he eyes the bottle of tequila sitting untouched on the coffee table. “Please?”

Everyone laughs as they open bottles. Yoongi sits in a recliner with a glass of whiskey in his hand as the music plays from a speaker on the mantel.

Hoseok sits on the loveseat, a sketchbook in his lap as he watches you. He’d have to get your measurements later, perhaps in a few days or once you return to campus before the semester gets too busy for everyone. He’d like to make something for you and Jungkook. Perhaps matching outfits if time allows, but if not, matching accessories are just as good. After all, nothing is better than a gift given from the heart.

An hour l and a half later, everyone is giddy and tipsy. Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon play cards on the floor. They grow louder, and curses and groans of dissatisfaction escape them when Seokjin lays down his winning hand.

Yoongi hums along to the song playing, and Hoseok puts the finishing touches on his sketch.

Jungkook has shed his suit jacket, as have most of your friends. The fireplace roars brightly after getting started by Jungkook and Yoongi.

Hoseok insisted everyone pose for pictures for his Polaroid camera, which caused Taehyung to ask everyone to pose for him.

“Memories,” he had said with a stern look. “Precious memories that you will thank me for twenty years down the line when your kids ask how you spent your first New Year's Eve.”

It was hard to say no after that.

The countdown seems to fly by once you’re done taking photos. Jimin and Taehyung demand one more shot before heading outside to watch the fireworks and ring in the new year.

“Oh, come on,” Jimin chuckles. “One body shot.”

You laugh. “I’ll do it off Koo if he’ll let me.”

Jungkook nods, eager to get your hands on his body. He’s been pretty tame due to company but he’s been eyeing you all night, wanting to get you alone to kiss you as much as he wants.

He hopes he can see you in that dress again when both of you are completely sober. He clears his throat as he lies on the couch after removing his mesh shirt. He’s done a good job of covering the hickeys left on his torso from your past few romps.

You kneel in front of him while Jimin shoves a lime wedge in Jungkook’s mouth.

“Lick around his belly button,” Yoongi instructs with a cheeky grin.

“You guys are the worst,” you grumble.

“You can back out whenever,” Seokjin assures you. “No judgment.”

Taehyung’s nods. “I’ll do a shot off Seokjin next if it’ll help.”

“No,” Seokjin huffs. “The last time you let it go down into my underwear.”

Taehyung shrugs. “I would have gotten it.”

Seokjin blushes. “Shut up.”

“Can we do this before we miss the clock striking twelve?” Hoseok frowns.

“Okay, okay,” Jimin says as you lick around Jungkook’s navel. Yoongi puts some salt around the circle and moves out of the way.

“Come on, Seokjin,” Jimin says as he moves to the older man to get his shirt off.

“Wait, you were serious,” he laughs as he takes his shirt off, and the friends get distracted for a moment while they tease him.

You do your shot seamlessly, kissing Jungkook’s hip before moving toward the lime wedge. You grimace when it touches your tongue, and you spit it out into a napkin.

“Ugh, that never goes down easy for me,” you complain as you get on your feet.

Namjoon and Yoongi have left to fill flutes with champagne in the kitchen while Seokjin put his shirt back on.

“Get your coats on,” Taehyung claps as he starts handing coats to your friends. Jungkook gets off the couch, turning around to grab his shirt when your friends freeze, and you cover your face with your hands.

“Geez,” Jimin said your name in between bouts of laughter. “Did you have to maul him?”

“Oh, lord,” you murmur into your hands as your face grows hot.

“What?” Jungkook asks as he puts his shirt back on and then his jacket.

“Keep your shirt on around your parents,” Taehyung giggles.

“Unless you want them to see the claw marks on your back,” Seokjin cackles as he leads his friends toward the door.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, mortified. “Does it hurt? Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Darling, it’s fine,” Jungkook assures you. “I asked for it, remember? I kept asking you to do it harder and harder?”

You bite your lip, nodding. Jungkook grins, kissing your lips.

“Maybe tomorrow we can do it again?” Jungkook kisses your cheek as he leads you to the door to get your coat. He helps you into it before you join your friends on the porch.

Jimin hands you a flute, and Yoongi hands one to Jungkook.

Hoseok nearly jumps in his spot as he counts down from thirty.

Giddiness fills your body as you look at your friends. When all of this first started you never imagined feeling joy like this. True friendship that would last a lifetime surrounded you; and included you.

Jungkook’s hand goes to your hip as he pulls you closer. The wind is brutal but the fireworks burst with color in the air, and their beauty makes being cold worth it.

“3! 2! 1!”

“Happy New Year!”

You smile brightly as you raise your flute with your friends, taking a sip before Jungkook’s lips are on yours.

A new year, a new chance to make wonderful memories with the man beside you.

Nothing could be better than this.

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