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Coquet, Part 4 | JJK

Coquet, Part 4

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

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Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; awkward family dynamic; some anxiety; alcohol consumption; A LOT of sexual tension; vulnerable confessions; very touchy-feely JK; JK in a bathhouse (go figure)

Word count: 5.5K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: Lots more edging here 😅 sorry!!! But a quick note to say that one of the scenes here was loosely inspired by a scene from “Insecure.” I miss that show so much and saw a marathon of it yesterday. Let me just say that it was the part when Lawrence and Nathan argued about which city had the best BBQ 🤣 Also…tiny callback to Gradation-JK (if you know, you know 😏).

“I don’t understand why he needs to join us. He’s not even–”

“Haru,” Taehyung says calmly. “He’s my sister’s boyfriend. I’m trying to be a good host.”

Haru swipes at the sweat dripping down his neck as he clicks his teeth. The steam room was agitating him more than usual.

“You’re too nice for your own good, Taehyungie. We barely even know the guy. Have you seen him strutting around?” He asked annoyingly.

Taehyung laughs. “Bro–only you would notice something like that. Besides, what’s the big deal anyway? I thought you were seeing somebody?”

He scoffed. “Well, it didn’t really work out but that’s not the point. I’m just saying that I don’t trust the guy.”

“Just let it go,” Taehyung says while leaning against the wooden backrest. “If my sister trusts him, who am I to question that?” He then turns his head sideways to address his friend directly. “Give him the benefit of the doubt. I did the same…to you,” he said quietly before closing his eyes and turning his head away.

Haru shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling the room get hotter.

******

“Was it love at first sight? Or was it – oohhhhmygoodd right there…” Mindi moaned as the masseuse worked one of the knots behind her shoulder.

The massage felt good. It didn’t matter that your skin was raw from the body scrub. You wanted to desensitize it. Desensitize it from his touch…

You’re safe with me.

You felt calmer after whatever sort of hypnotism he did on you back in the room. But after that? Whatever anxiety that you felt earlier seems to have lodged onto him. 

He was pulling away–or at least, that’s what it felt like, after emerging from the bathroom in his sweats. You barely spoke on the shuttle ride to the bathhouse. You might add that whether he was dressed in oversized joggers or a three-piece suit, it didn’t matter. He still looked hot. It wasn’t fair, really.

The hand-holding when you walked through the facility felt mechanical–even the kiss ‘goodbye’ before you parted ways to go into your own exclusive areas seemed rehearsed. It was nothing compared to the brief makeout session at brunch, which felt ironically more natural even though you were showing off to Haru.

You didn’t know him that well and…maybe it was another layer to the whole ‘package.’ You had no idea. You didn’t know many escorts so had no point of comparison.

So far, everything he’s shown you felt real–even though you kept repeating in your head that it wasn’t. You were fully aware that this was all fake…all for show. You paid for this whole boyfriend experience. But some small part of you–one that you couldn’t brush aside–made you think that…maybe there was a chance that this could be real? He did tell you that he would always be honest with you.

“Honey, you need to relax–you’re so tense,” the masseuse remarks.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, unaware that your muscles were contracting while you were in deep thought. You took a deep breath, trying to clear your head.

“You think he’s nervous about joining the boys tomorrow night?” Mindi wondered, pulling you back to reality. 

When Taehyung mentioned last night that he extended an invitation to Jungkook to his bachelor party, you were understandably concerned. He’d be alone in a room with your brother and his friends…especially Haru. And lord knows what would happen with strippers and alcohol involved.

“Jungkook is very self-assured,” you said nonchalantly. “Mmm,” you groaned as the masseuse kneaded into your tissues. “He can handle himself perfectly around the guys. I’m not worried.”

“He seems very confident,” Mindi says. “I like that. Makes him even sexier…ohhh yes, harder.”

You snorted. “Mindi…” The therapists started to giggle along.

“I mean–seriously, unnie–how does it feel to bang the hottest guy in the room?”

The giggling started to get louder. Thankfully, this spa had semi-private massage rooms and could only accommodate two appointments, simultaneously.

“It’s okay, unnie–Auntie Rose isn’t here. And I won’t tell!”

You couldn’t lie around Mindi. She was like your little sister. Just like her brother, these Park siblings could see right through you. It was a miracle that they haven’t called you out on this whole ruse with Jungkook yet. So you decide to play along and go with the closest ‘honest’ answer.

“A good girl never kisses and tells, Mindi,” you said with a soft laugh. “Now, if you don’t mind. I’m trying to relax here.”

As you closed your eyes, you wondered–how exactly would it feel to bang the hottest guy in the room?

******

“How did you get into the field?”

“You know what, I always saw myself as somebody who wanted to help people–that seems corny,” Jungkook chuckled.

“Not at all,” YN’s dad, Jae, says as he eyed him intently. “That sounds like an earnest goal…and here you are, achieving it.”

Jungkook nodded quietly. 

“But surely, it must be difficult to get some time off?” He wondered out loud.

“It is, if I’m going to be honest. But luckily, I’ve been given a bit of leeway at the hospital. I put in a lot of hard work, after all this time,” Jungkook explains to him.

“How do you find a balance? I’m sure your job takes time away from your personal life,” Jimin chimes in.

“It does. And for a while–I didn’t have a personal life to speak of,” Jungkook says with a lighthearted laugh. “At least, not until after I met YN.”

“I just felt this pull from her,” he says wistfully. “Before I knew it, I was shuffling my shift around at the hospital just so I could get out in time to be with her.”

YN’s dad smiles warmly then stops to narrow his eyes at him. “You’re not pulling my leg are you, son?”

Jimin tilted his chin down, eyeing Jungkook intently as well.

Jungkook chuckled but looked Jae straight in the eye. “Sir, with all due respect–I know that I just met you yesterday but I’m here, sitting in a warm pool with you…buck naked, I might add. I’ve got nothing to hide,” he says confidently, then leaning back against the tile, arms spread wide.

After a long pause, your dad lets out a guffaw while Jimin turns his face away, cracking up. “Good point,” he says in between laughs. “You’ll fit right into this family then!”

With that, he laughed along with them, feeling some sort of relief. Your family made him feel at ease. Maybe he didn’t need to hold back too much. He wanted all of his dates to be successful–he has yet to fail at that.

So he wanted this to be good and pull out all the stops…especially since this was going to be his last.

******

The men and women all returned to the resort in separate groups. You caught a later shuttle with Mindi and Jennie, texting Jungkook that you would just meet up back at the hotel.

As soon as you walk through the hotel lobby, Jennie excuses herself to check on Taehyung at the lounge. You waved her off and continued joking around with Mindi, laughing loudly.

“I don’t know–I just didn’t want to call him back. I thought I made it clear.”

“Mindi, if you didn’t want to see him again–why did you tell him he gave good head?”

She scoffed. “I just thought he needed some positive reinforcement–you know…kind of like a letter of recommendation. I was trying to be encouraging.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you just wanted a whole no-strings arrangement, then you should have told him that!”

Mindi made puppy-eyes at you. “Really, unnie? You won’t judge me?”

You smiled warmly at her. “Please…you and Jiminie have seen me at my worst. I’m in no position.”

Mindi smiles at you then suddenly envelops you into a hug. “I’m so happy you’re with Jungkook now,” she pulls away.

You laughed. “That’s great, Mindi…but I still won’t play ‘rate that dick’ with you!”

“Oh come on!” She whined. “It’s the best game ever! I even got Jennie to play along tomorrow–and you know how super uptight she can get.”

Before you could begrudgingly agree, you feel his arm snake around your waist from behind, pulling you towards him and turning you. You see his smiling face and big, round eyes, looking straight at you.

“Uh, hi,” you said, suddenly flustered. Earlier, he seemed distant. But now, it feels as if something’s shifted. You have the time to analyze it as his lips were already closing in on you.

As he pulled away, he smiled at you, leaving Mindi giggling like a schoolgirl before excusing herself. You told her you’d hook up with her later this evening to talk about what else to expect tomorrow.

“You look pretty…loose,” you remarked at him.

“As do you,” he says with a chuckle. “Did you have a nice, relaxing afternoon?”

You smiled at him. “I did. And you?” 

You both started to walk towards the elevators, keeping his hand on the small of your back. “Yeah. I hung out with your dad and Jimin for the most part.” 

Your eyebrows lifted nervously and your jaw slowly dropped. “Oh wow…and how did that go? W-what did you guys talk about?” 

“Not much. We were just shooting the breeze–they were trying to get to know me.”

That stopped you in your tracks in a slight panic. “What did you say?” It occurred to you that you didn’t really go in-depth about his backstory.

“Pretty much what we agreed on…with some embellishments of my own,” he says simply.

Your brows knitted further. “And? D-do you think they bought it? A-are they–”

“There you are, Jungkookie!” Your dad bellows as he walks out of the lounge. “Are you coming back to join us or what?”

He calls back over his shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure that YN got back okay.”

Just then, Jimin comes up from behind him. “We just cracked open the Johnnie Walker Blue, Jay-Kay,” he yells out.

Jungkook laughed. “Alright, alright. Just give me a few minutes. Save some for me!”

“You snooze, you lose,” Jimin says before turning on his heel to walk back, pulling your dad along with him to rejoin the guys. 

Jungkook turned to you and smiled. “Does that answer your question?” 

You laughed softly, feeling a bit more reassured.

“Would you mind if I hung out with them or would you rather I stayed with you and kept you company? Because I can, you know…if you want me to?” He looks at you with some sort of hope that you’d ask him to stay. But you thought it would be a good idea to capitalize on him getting in your dad, Jimin, and Taehyung’s good graces.

“I’ll be fine–you go and have fun. I think it would be a good strategy for them to get to know you a bit more, don’t you think?”

He nods and gives you a small smile. “Right. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.”

“More than okay! I might take a nap before Mindi and I grab dinner,” you said. The scrub, the massage, lounging around the bathhouse for hours–it would be nice to snooze for a bit and relish in all that relaxation.

“Okay. I’ll check in with you in about an hour, cool?”

“Sure,” you said with a smile. Before you continue towards the bank of elevators, he pulls you in closer once more and dips his head to kiss you again. He moved in fast. And truthfully, you saw that coming but didn’t turn away.

It was slow and leisurely. You let out a soft moan, which he took as his queue to slide his tongue in. 

All the chaotic thoughts, emotions, and energy that had been swirling inside you, suddenly became too much to contain. Your hand circled around his neck, while his hand cupped your jaw, pulling your mouth closer to his.

His tongue did slow, savoring licks that made you wonder what it would be like to feel him doing the same thing between your legs.

Shocked by your own thoughts, you pull away abruptly, gasping.

Your eyes flickered at him while the room spun. “What was that for?” You managed to choke out.

His gaze was clear and steady. “No reason. I just felt like it. I’ll see you later,” he smirked before turning to walk away from you.

You scan the lobby, wondering if he was just showing off to someone unbeknownst to you. But to your surprise, the coast was clear.

******

You were still on a high from Jungkook’s kiss while you walked back to your room. Seconds later, you run into your mom down the hallway.

“Darling! Did you just get back?” She asks cheerily.

“Yeah, I hung out with the girls a bit longer.” It was as if she had completely forgotten about the events this morning.

“Ah–looks like you did the scrub and oil massage. Your skin looks–I don’t know, more glowy this time!” She grins after a quick assessment of you.

“I did,” you said curtly. She always had something to say–about your skin, your hair, your job…your love life.

“Honey, I’m…I’m sorry about earlier. You know I was only trying to be lighthearted about it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ma, there’s nothing lighthearted about what I went through,” you said bitterly.

She pursed her lips. “You know I love you, right,” she says, softening her expression as she reaches out to squeeze your arm gently.

“But?”

“What do you mean ‘but?’” She knits her eyebrows in confusion.

“You tell me you love me but there’s always a ‘but.’”

She chuckles softly. “Darling girl, I know that our relationship hasn’t been great–but I hope you know that I’ve always wanted the best for you–despite what you think of me.”

“Sure, ma. Thanks,” you deadpanned.

She gives you a half-hug, which you also half-heartedly lean into. “Alright, well–I’m going to have tea with Dahlia. Would you like to join us?”

“Nah, I was going to take a nap,” you sighed as you tapped your keycard at the door sensor and entered your room.

“Alright. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” She trailed off as you shut your door. And just like that, she’s burst your bubble again.

******

“I’m actually pretty excited about the seafood buffet this weekend–it was the one thing I asked Jennie for the reception,” Taehyung says proudly.

The guys were gathered around the lounge, drinks and conversation flowing right after dinner. Some were seated by the bar while some were seated by the small tables pushed closer together. A few of them partake in cigars. The level of testosterone in the room was so thick, you could taste it.

“Well…can’t blame you, Taehyungie. We have the best seafood offerings out here,” Haru says as he blows some smoke up at the ceiling.

Jungkook puckered his lips then twisted them wryly. “Mm–I don’t know. I prefer the seafood back home.”

Haru narrowed his eyes at him then scoffed. “There are plenty of good seafood spots out here–ones with Michelin stars.”

Taehyung jumps into the conversation. “No, no…that’s cool–talk your shit, Jay-Kay! The Pacific coast has amazing offerings. I know that when I go visit YN, I always have to have the cioppino out there. And the oysters? Man…” he sighs.

“Come on…the oysters out here are far more superior,” Haru snorts as he takes a swig of his drink.

“Really? I’ve actually tried them before and–they’re not that great, in my opinion,” Jungkook says dismissively.

Haru gets worked up from Jungkook’s comment. “You know, it’s funny you say that because YN used to enjoy them a lot when she used to live here,” he says smugly. “Ate them by the bucketful.”

Jungkook’s lips curve into a smile, keeping his eyes at Haru. “That was then. But… ever since she’s had the ones back home, she says she prefers those now because they taste sweeter. Unlike the ones out here,” he shrugs. “A bit salty.”

Jimin laughs out loud, squeezing Jungkook’s shoulder and clinking his glass against his as Haru’s jaws ticks.

******

You had missed each other earlier in the evening while you, Mindi, Jennie and the rest of her friends had dinner at a restaurant close by.

Hours later, he creeps back into your room. You were awoken by him switching on the bathroom light and the sound of the vent humming.

You stayed up a few minutes more, staring at the ceiling as the shower finally switched off.

When he stepped out, he was dressed in a pair of sweats and not much else. He walked towards the couch and began to fluff his pillow.

You sat up slightly. “Hey,” you called out softly so as not to startle him.

He turned to face you. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head. “No. I just woke up randomly. I had trouble falling asleep. Figured it might have been the nap I took earlier.”

Or it could have been you thinking about his tongue in your mouth earlier. Nah…it couldn’t have been that.

“Did you have a good time with the guys?”

“Yeah,” he said with a grin. “Your dad and Taehyung are hilarious.”

You smiled. “I hope they didn’t get you too drunk.”

“Nah. They tried…but I know my way around it. They just think that I had a lot to drink.”

You nodded. As he was about to slide under his covers, you stopped him.

“Jungkook–”

“Yeah?”

You tried to steady your heartbeat. “I think–maybe you should sleep on the bed.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. Sharing a bed with a client wasn’t new to him. He just based it on comfort level. But if he was asked…

“Is that what you want?”

“I mean–I-I was just thinking, you know,” you stuttered, “It’s a big bed…and just in case somebody knocked and–it would seem suspicious if they saw sheets on the couch, don’t you think?”

Sure, YN. That’s what it is…

“Right, but are you comfortable with that?” Jungkook had to ask because he sensed apprehension from you.

“Yeah, I mean–I’m a side-sleeper anyway. A-and–I can put some pillows between us, you know?” You added quickly.

There was no way you could bear that much direct contact with him.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, trying to stifle a smile–thankful it was dark enough in the bedroom. “Okay,” he says simply. He picks up the sheets and pillows from the couch. He deposits the sheets in the overhead shelf in the closet before rounding the corner towards the bed.

You watch him lift the covers on the other side and slide the pillow next to you, making a mini fort. The mattress dips as he sinks in, pulling the covers at his waist.

He turns his head towards you. “If you change your mind–”

“I won’t,” you say too quickly, swallowing hard. “All part of the deal, right?”

“Riiight,” he drags out his reply, his gaze never leaving yours.

You inhaled sharply. “Okay, well…good night,” you say tightly before sliding back down onto your pillow then turning your body to face the opposite direction.

“Good night, YN.” He murmurs.

******

The following morning, you woke up to breakfast–which Jungkook ordered via room service. It was most of your favorites, which he seemed to clearly take note of during brunch yesterday.

“Wow, you didn’t have to do this.”

“You got the coffee yesterday, I figured I’d return the favor,” he says, pulling out a chair for you.

“Part of the package?” You asked.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” he replies.

“Oh. Uhm…thank you,” you said as you took your seat. Geez, YN. Why are you such a bonehead?

“Besides…I figured we’d need all of the food and drink we can muster with what they have planned today.”

Yes–today was stag and hen day. Emphasis on ‘day’ as Mindi and Haru had both coordinated day-long events–mostly involving alcohol and other forms of debauchery for the bride and groom. They wanted to maximize that final farewell–or as Mindi says, two big middle fingers–to single life.

While you help yourself to some slices of bacon and eggs florentine, Jungkook’s phone rings. He excuses himself to take the call in the bathroom.

From a distance, you can vaguely hear him speaking in a clipped tone. But you didn’t want to eavesdrop so you continued on with your breakfast. 

It took about five minutes when he finally reemerged, sitting next to you and taking a huge gulp of his coffee, phone still clutched in one hand.

“Everything okay?” You asked.

“Mm-hm,” he says as he sets his cup down on the coaster, as he types furiously onto the screen.

“Another client?” You try to sound casual as you take a sip of your coffee.

He looks up from his phone, locks the screen then turns to you.

“No, actually. It’s, uh…personal.”

“Oh.” You shouldn’t sound disappointed. He had a personal life outside of this. He said it himself, he didn’t expect to be an escort his whole life. 

“I’m actually not taking clients anymore,” he says as he stows his phone away in his pocket, digging into his eggs.

“R-really?” You sounded too surprised there so you changed your tone to be a bit more nonchalant. “I mean, really?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. I told you, I’ve been out of the game. And…I intend on staying out of it—after this, that is.”

“So, about that…” This was your chance. You had asked him about this on your first night but he brushed it off by redirecting another question to you.

“You said before that your profile had been inactive. But why did you answer my DM?”

He pursed his lips. It looked like he wanted to fib his way through this but you wanted to corner him.

“Honesty, right?” You said, invoking his ‘rule.’

He smiled. “Touché, Ms. YLN.”

“Well?”

“The truth is anticlimactic and…pretty stupid, actually,” he began slowly.

“Try me.”

He inhaled through his teeth, stifling a laugh, then shrugged his shoulders. “I got a new phone and I set it up using a backup file. Somehow, that backup didn’t register the last changes that I made. So on my new phone, my app profile still came up as active. I didn’t think anything of it until I saw the email alerts–from you. I was set on deleting them but then I saw that you left a voice message.”

“What, did I sound too desperate or something?” You tried to laugh it off.

“I thought it was the opposite.”

Your smile slowly faded.

“You sounded…hopeful. It was refreshing for me, in a way–after not picking up any jobs for a while,” he shrugged, looking down at his plate.

“The majority of my clients hire me because they want to show off. But you?” He lifted his head and narrowed his eyes, as if trying to figure you out. “It sounded like you just needed,” he paused for a beat, then sighed, “‘Me’.”

You didn’t realize how loaded his last statement was. Yes, you needed him–for a purpose. Not to show off but to help keep yourself together and deflect some of the embarrassment and insecurities. A sort of shield, if you may.

//FLASHBACK

“Cris, it’s been like, two weeks and he hasn’t responded. I think I should take this as a sign.”

“Girl, no! Don’t do that! You need to borderline harass him!”

“Fuck, are you crazy? I don’t want to sound desperate! I’m just going to have to face the music here–I’m just gonna go alone, grit my teeth while my mother embarrasses me and people give me their sad looks while Haru stands there unscathed.”

“Babe, maybe he’s just busy…” she tries to reason.

“No, no. This was a stupid idea. I shouldn’t have done this. There’s a ‘call’ option here so I’m just going to let him know that I’ve changed my mind and to forget the whole thing. No harm done!”

******

“Hi,” you said shakily. “I know, I sent you a couple of messages and I realize that you probably needed a longer lead time than three months. I…” you paused. “I’m going to level with you. I only hoped that I could bring somebody emotionally removed…somebody who–won’t feel sorry for me despite my sad situation. I just need somebody whom I can lean on and just straight-up tell me to get my head out of my ass.” Your voice started to crack but you realized that nobody was listening on the other end so you cleared your throat. 

“Anyway! I’m sorry to bother you with all that, over a recording–my god,” you said, mortified. “Uh, yeah so…y-you don’t have to get back to me. I just–wanted you to know that I’m…I’m good. Thank you for…considering. Uhm…bye.”

//END FLASHBACK

******

You cringed, vaguely remembering your rambling voicemail to him. You sounded pathetic. Maybe he did take some pity on you after all.

“Like I said, I wanted somebody who wouldn’t feel sorry for me,” you laughed uncomfortably.

“I didn’t feel sorry for you–not at all. I called you back because I felt that I could help you.”

“And I’m sure you needed the money,” you scoffed under your breath.

He tilted his head subtly. “Sometimes it’s not always about the money.”

You stared at each other intently. You haven’t had much experience with people who have been hired for ‘special companionship.’ If this was a norm for them or not–having some sort of connection with clients.

You thought it was all part of the deal–some physical and emotional support? Kind of like a shrink? They sure charge for time like shrinks do.

You were guarded–mainly because he was a stranger to you.

A stranger whom you’d shared kisses and intimate touches with. A stranger whom you just shared a bed with!

He’s gotten a preview of your insecurities and taken a glimpse of the reasons for them.

“Why did he break it off?”

Your brows lifted at the question about how things ended with Haru.  At the heart of it, Jungkook was still a complete stranger to you. You shifted in your seat a little but decided to answer him anyway. It didn’t feel like he was asking to be invasive. He wasn’t Cris or Mindi–whom you spent nights and some days on the phone, sobbing while asking ‘why,’ repeatedly.

He wasn’t privy to the heartbreak and confusion that ate you up for the better part of a year.

“I don’t know, really,” you began. And that was God's honest truth. “We were together for six years even though we’ve known each other since we were kids. We were engaged for close to two years and then, out of the blue, he says that he’s made a mistake and didn’t really see us having a future together.” You threw your hands up in defeat. “And…that was that.”

“Did he give you a reason why?” He asked.

“He gave me ‘a’ reason…which I didn’t really buy. Then again, I didn’t want to force him to stay. He seemed to have his mind made up. There’s nothing sadder than a woman begging a man to stay…” They were words your mother lived by.

“You’re sure he didn’t just knock some girl up or something deeper than that?” He looks at you pointedly.

You laughed. “I mean…I don’t know. That would be a really cruel joke if he did.”

He nodded. “It would. Not impossible though,” he points out.

“I guess.” You relented. “Sometimes, I think that even after all these years, maybe I didn’t really know him.”

He sighed before he asked his next question. “And you want him back?”

You shrugged. “Haru…he was my first love. He made me feel safe. He was familiar. I felt like I could really be myself around him.”

His eyebrows quirked. “Is that right?”

“Yeah, why?” You scrunch your face at his skepticism. 

“Because…if you ask me, I feel like you are anything but yourself around him.”

Now it was your turn to raise your brows at him. “Oh, so you’re saying that you know who I really am?”

“It’s not hard to guess. I see the way you interact with your brother and your cousins. You’re loud, inappropriate—“ He raised his eyebrow at you.

You give him an offended look.

Seeing your face, he chuckled. “But…you are also funny, sweet, and caring. I can see that you love with your whole heart. And the way you laugh—“ he stopped short.

During the brief interactions he’s seen between you and your brother and cousins, your laughs resonated from the depths of your belly. You didn’t hold back. But whenever Haru walked by or was in close proximity, he saw you shrink like a violet. It was as if you were a different person.

With Haru out of the picture, you were as genuine as you could be. As someone whose business thrived off of fake shit, Jungkook appreciated that about you…so much so that you intrigued him even further.

“And what about my laugh?” You ask him pointedly.

He returned your gaze, the corners of his mouth twitch a little. “Just as loud...but authentic,” he said softly.

You scoffed. “Oh, so you’re a laugh expert now?”

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to sound noncommittal. “You can tell a lot about a person just by the way they laugh. If they’re just being polite, mean-spirited…or just real.”

You regarded him intently. You didn’t realize how…introspective he could be.

“Plus, it’s part of my job to be observant. I need to be able to react quickly and smoothly without any prompting or obvious instructions from my clients. It helps sell the fantasy,” he adds.

Oddly, his explanation made a lot of sense to you. So you decide to turn the question onto him. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Who is the real Jungkook? What is your true self? I mean…when you’re not fulfilling women’s fantasies.”

He laughed softly. “Nobody’s ever asked me that.” His head bowed and he got quiet for a bit. He chewed at his bottom lip and subtly fidgeted with his lip piercing.

You tilted your head to the side. “Well? Will you answer? Or is that going to cost me extra,” you tease him.

He lifted his head to look up at you. “I’ll answer that…for free,” he grinned.

You shifted where you sat and awaited his response.

He exhaled sharply. “Despite my chosen line of work, I’m a huge fan of honesty…in every aspect of my life.”

“Huh. Okay...” It felt a little anticlimactic but he was being vulnerable and you appreciated that.

He laughed. “I know it sounds boring, but it’s one thing I try to live by. Which was why I told you from the outset…that we need to be completely honest with each other.”

“Right. Before we lie to everyone else,” you said ruefully. 

He smiled. “The irony isn’t lost on me. But like I said, I’m entering into, for lack of a better term,” he gestures air quotes with his hands—“A ‘business partnership’ with you. There has to be some trust and integrity there. Otherwise, we can’t be successful at this.”

There he was, sounding professional again. The constant shifting in personas wasn’t lost on you. It’s been almost three days of this. One minute, he’d be sweet and he would sound so sincere–calming you down, getting you breakfast…or kissing you ‘just because he felt like it’. And then, at a drop of a hat, he would go into this whole spiel of his business practices.

You nodded–it was all you could do. Trust and integrity were hard to come by these days. And if someone—even one whose living is typically built on lies—uses it as some sort of guiding principle, that was good enough for you. At the end of the day, you felt that you trusted him.

“I agree. On all counts,” you smiled.

He smiled back, suddenly changing tact. “So—you ready to get this bachelorette party rolling or what?”

You laughed. “I don’t know. Are you cool tagging along with the guys during whatever craziness they have planned?”

“Are you undermining my skills?” He asks you pointedly.

That look he gave you lit a fire in the base of your belly, making your cheeks heat up. 

“Uh, no. Not at all,” you said simply, trying to calm your stomach down from doing somersaults. You purse your lips. “You know there’s going to be strippers there, right?” You said, trying to sound as if you didn’t care.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and lowered his voice. “Would you like to impose restrictions on me? Look but don’t touch?”

You coughed, trying to catch your breath. “N-no! Not at all! I mean…go have fun! It’s a party, after all!” You wave your hands around aimlessly, as if trying to shake off this tense energy.

He laughed. “It’s fine if you want to. And I assure you, I can and will conduct myself appropriately,” he smirked. “I’m loyal to one woman after all,” he says, taking your hand, holding it up to his lips to kiss it.

You wanted to believe that, really. And maybe–if you got enough liquid courage in you tonight, you could make a quick stop at the ATM. It would be a shame if all those condoms were to go to waste.

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Rei, bestie, you GOTTA READ THIS

https://shina913.tumblr.com/post/685450287470854144/coquet-series-jjk

I found it a few days ago, made the most grave and great mistake to start this during my lunch break today. Not smart, BUT here i am, recommending this before even finishing it. I hope you like it 💜

I forgot to tell you that I read Starhunter, it was so beautiful and sweet, thank you for the rec 💜💜

OMG I've been meaning to read Coquet, thanks so much for the rec! I'll let you know how I get on, it looks really good!

LMAO at lunch break reading - we all make mistakes. I hope you're good at the 'reading smut in public' poker face.

AAAAH Starhunter was recced to me by the most amazing Vyduan who has some really stunning recs. I actually read another story by the same author this morning, and it was just as good. 💜

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Coquet, Part 5 | JJK

Coquet, Part 5

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: SLOW BURN!; excessive cussing; A LOT of sexual tension; very explicit sexual conversations; some anxiety; heavy alcohol consumption; characters in various levels of inebriation; bachelor/bachelorette party activities including but not limited to--strip club setting, lap dances, pub crawl; some vulnerable confessions; lots of kissing

Word count: 7.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: Please don't hate me 😅 Just so you know, I had fully intended on doing a double-update but...it's been a struggle the last couple weeks for me so the fact that I managed to even write out over 7.3K words is beyond me! Plus, the universe just won't let me be great...*sigh* so here we are. Anyway, hope this holds you all off until the next one--which I promise will be much better! Thank you to all of you new readers!!! I'm super stoked about that as well!!!

Thank you, @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez for helping me polish this more. I didn't do another read-through because I'm an impatient bitch...so I'll probably clean it up again after I post!

Either way, thank you all for the love you've shown Coquet!JK!!! I'll shut up now so you can get on with it. PS: Let's see if you can find the little OT7 easter eggs! 😬

Shifting on your feet, you ran a hand down your hip to smooth your dress. You settled on a classic little black dress that stopped about mid-thigh level. It was a halter with a plunge neckline and an even lower back. The dress showed a lot of leg, which you accentuated with strappy heels that laced around your ankles and went up below your knees. You had on a pair of extra-large, sparkly hoop earrings–which you were sure Mindi would get a kick out of.

The bigger the hoop, the bigger the hoe. 

You chuckled and admired your handiwork in the mirror. Not bad. You’d dolled yourself up after getting back from the hotel’s gym, taking the time to do your hair and makeup. Your matte, terracotta lipstick was smudge proof, along with your mascara, a wash of champagne eyeshadow, and cat-eyeliner. 

You finished your look with your caramel-hued bomber jacket for your early dinner with the girls–just to keep all the goods hidden until you were nice and tipsy tonight.

You opened the bathroom door to step out. Once your eyes locked with his, you couldn’t help but feel a bit unsteady on your feet.

He had called out to you while you were in the shower, letting you know that the guys just returned from playing a round of golf–which was Taehyung’s special request. He had just changed out of his country club-chic look and slipped into this…thing that you could only dub as his ‘devil suit’. A plain, black collared shirt–with the top two buttons undone, paired with graphite pants.

It was the perfect combination of casual, elegant deliciousness. The effect on you was pure, white-hot desire. And it wasn’t even dinner time yet!

He was in the middle of adjusting his collar when he paused to slowly rake his eyes over you from bottom to top.

“Wow, you look…” He stopped short of saying ‘good enough to eat,’ and cleared his throat instead. “You look amazing,” he said with a small smile. “Next time, warn me before you open the door.”

You smiled at his compliment. “I feel like I should be saying that to you instead.” You took a deep breath to relax, walking towards the full length mirror by the doorway to do another assessment of yourself. “Did you have fun at the links this morning?”

“Yeah, it was cool. I might take some lessons after this,” he says casually. “Tae had a blast, though.”

Taehyung wanted to play a few rounds of golf before jumping into a bar crawl and ending the evening at the strip club. You rolled your eyes subconsciously. If it were up to your brother, he’d skip the pub crawl entirely. Taehyung was the type who would prefer to hang around the beach after golfing.  Unfortunately, he’d left it up to his best man to do all of the planning for his last night as ‘a free man,’ as Haru would label it. 

You wondered if this was what Haru wanted for his own stag night. Hopping from one bar to another…or simply just spending several hours throwing bills at nearly-naked women dancing around onstage.

Your mouth fills with distaste and you brush the thought away before you start to go down that rabbit hole again. You glanced at your phone to check the time.

“Do you want to head down together? I know that you girls have an early dinner planned so maybe I could just see you off then hang around the lounge until it was time for us guys to head out.”

You turned around just in time to watch him slip his jacket on. He shrugged his shoulders to adjust it further and stretched his neck from side to side. It made your mouth water.

“Uh–yeah. That’s fine by me,” you smile nervously, trying to keep that coil in your stomach from twisting even further.

******

You stand side-by-side in the elevator and he reaches out to take your hand. You tried not to shiver when his skin brushed yours–but the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly, signaling that he had caught your reaction. As the cab descended, you tighten your grip around his fingers while you look straight ahead. You could have sworn that you saw his lips curve into a full-on grin from your peripheral vision.

The elevator doors dinging open does nothing to dampen the palpable energy in the air.

You and Jungkook step out of the elevators, hand-in-hand, and into the lobby together. Without letting go of his hand, you grinned as you spotted the girls already milling around downstairs. Mindi was doing a quick headcount while you waited for a couple more of Jennie’s girlfriends who were driving in as they were staying at another hotel.

Suddenly, you feel one of your shoes loosening. You look down to find that one of the laces has slipped down to your ankle.

“Ah, damn,” you say under your breath, finally releasing his hand, you sit on one of the couches at the lobby, setting your clutch down to re-adjust the strap. These shoes were cute and sexy but if you didn’t tie them up properly, they end up being a floppy pain in the ass.

As you bend downwards to reach for the loose strap, he approaches you and takes a knee by your feet. “Here, I’ll do it,” he says.

Without protest, you lean back and watch him rest your foot on his thigh, carefully undoing the knot and loops the strap around your leg more securely. Once he finishes, he gives your calf a gentle squeeze. “Nice and tight?”

“Y-yeah, thanks,” you say breathlessly.

He smiles and sets your foot down back down on the floor right in time for Mindi to call the girls to board the shuttle. As the ladies file out of the lobby and into the vehicle, you turn to thank him again and say goodbye.

“Have fun,” he says, giving you a light peck on the lips.

“Thanks. You, too. And be a good boy,” You threw in for good measure as you started to walk away from him.

“What are you talking about? I’m always good.” He smirked at you and gave you a wink.

******

“To Jennie!” Mindi yells out as all of the ladies raise their shot glasses in the air and down them one by one.

You sigh as the shot makes its way down your throat. The ladies start to dance and sing along to the song pumping through the speakers–they were antsy to leave and ready to party.

As soon as Mindi tells the driver to rev up the engine, Jungkook runs out of the lobby, banging on the shuttle door.

Jungkook slowly makes his way towards the back, where you were seated with Jennie and a couple other girls. Each woman eyed him with desire as he walked in between them. Some were practically pinching themselves to ensure that he was the real deal.

But he paid no attention to them. His gaze was hot–and it was only geared towards you.

“Hi,” he says when he finally reaches you. “I figured you might need this,” he says as he holds out your clutch.

You chuckle softly. “Oh, yeah. Silly me…thank you,” you say quietly as you take it from him.

He smiled. “Alright, well…I better get back with the guys—“

“Jungkook…why don’t you just ditch the boys and come with us instead?” One of Jennie's cousins remarked.

“Yeah, it’s going to be so much more fun than hanging out with those guys,” another friend pipes up.

One-by-one, they close in, ogling at him—all of them clearly very intrigued by your man.

He smiles at them politely, turning down each and every one of their requests.

“Would you look at that…a cock in the hen house,” Mindi chuckles.

You decided to step up and show them that he was not up for grabs. You walk towards him, the women parting for you like the sea, watching enviously as you reclaim him. You curled your fingers around his arm—as far as they could reach and walk with him to the door.

“Sorry, ladies. Maybe next time,” he shrugs at them.

The ladies pouted playfully as they waved goodbye to him.

As he hops off the bottom step of the shuttle he turns back around. You remained standing at the bottom step of the shuttle, slightly elevated so you were at eye-level with him.

“Thanks again,” you smiled before kissing him.

“Anytime,” he offered another wink before you walked back in. 

He lingered for a bit before turning on his heel slowly.

Suddenly, something compels you to turn around and go after him.

As he walks back towards the lobby, you run out of the shuttle. “Jungkook, wait!” You called out.

He spins around and sees you advancing towards him.

“Kiss me and put your hand on my back,” you demanded, whispering under your breath but loud enough so only he could hear. 

Or…at least that’s what you thought. 

“Huh?” He cocks his head and lifts his eyebrows in confusion, trying to work out what you just told him to do, but he had no time to process. Before he knew it, your lips crashed into his.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. You licked into his mouth, stroking your tongue along his eliciting a low growl from him.

His hand grazes the small of your back and moves lower until he reaches the swell of your ass. He gives it a definitive squeeze, making you jump slightly. He catches you and presses his body harder against yours, while you moan into his mouth.

Somewhere in the corner of your still-conscious brain, you hear the girls whooping and squealing from the doors and windows of the shuttle. 

The noise begrudgingly brings you back down to earth and so you slowly pull away from him, noses still touching. You were absolutely dizzy from him but more surprised that he was obviously breathless as well. As your hands slid down to his chest, you could feel the pounding of his heartbeat.

“I asked you to put your hand on my back,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“Sorry, I thought I heard, ‘put your hand on my ass’,” he whispers, lips curving into a sexy smile. “You’ve got to speak louder next time,” he says before planting another gentle kiss on you. It made you smile into his lips.

“Okay, okay! Break it up, you two! There will be plenty of time for that later,” Mindi hollers. “I promise we’ll bring her back hot and ready for you tonight, Jungkook!” She cackles.

You giggled, dipping your head on his chest for briefly. When you lift it, you see him smiling at you. “Like I said, have fun tonight. I’ll see you when you get back,” he flashed a warm smile before his expression turned dark.

“And you can be as bad as you want,” he says in a husky voice, grazing your chin with his thumb.

Your breath hitched at the comment, making your brain foggy. You nearly trip over your feet on your way back up to the shuttle.

******

“Come on–take it to the face, Tyeongie!” Haru growls as he tries to push another shot for Taehyung to drink, which he pushes back.

“Nahh, I’m done, bro,” he yells over the music. His eyes roll to the back of his head while he shifts in his seat at the VIP section.

Haru shrugs his shoulders and throws the shot back, hissing as the liquid makes its way down his throat. He leans back, afterwards, mimicking his best friend’s position as they watch one of the strippers undulate her hips against the pole.

After the song ends, Haru leans over to tuck a few bills between her hip and the string that held her G-string together.

“Thank you, baby,” she gave him a wink and made her way downstairs to mingle with the rest of the party.

After she’s gone, he turns back to his friend. “What’s up with you, man? I’ve never seen anybody so depressed to be surrounded by half-naked women!”

Taehyung laughed at that. “I already told you, Haru,” he slurred, “I would have been completely happy golfing all day. You were the one who insisted on the strippers.”

“Aww, come on, dude! It’s a fucking bachelor party! It’s your last night of freedom before…you know, you’re stuck with one pussy forever!”

Taehyung shook his head and laughed again. “I have no problem with that. I happen to like the idea of fucking one pussy for the rest of my life.”

Haru’s face went from a look of mischief and teasing to one of surprise with an underlying hint of gloom. He then shook his head, in an attempt to switch subjects. “You’re talking crazy, dude. I think that you are, in fact, drunk,” he laughs. “I don’t remember the last time you were this hammered!”

“I do,” Taehyung stares at him languidly. “I actually remember perfectly. It was about a year ago–you dragged me out to some random bar. It was, what, about a month after YN moved away. You just wanted to get fucked up.”

Taehyung sat up and sipped on a bottle of water. “You were going on and on about true love…and then you told me that I could have any woman that I wanted…and to never settle.”

Haru stayed quiet, that night in question was slowly coming back to him.

“But then you kept pushing me to get in bed with all of these girls and I remember saying–” Taehyung’s eyes transfixed at his friend. “I don’t want any other girl. There’s only one girl I want. And that’s when I decided to finally shoot my shot with Jennie,” he finishes with a boxy smile.

Haru hissed through his teeth. “Yeah…I remember now,” he says lowly.

Taehyung nods slowly. “And I’ve had zero regrets ever since,” he says as he swipes his hands to cut the air. “I love her sooooo much, Haru,” he says as his head tips backward.

Haru smiles tightly as he downs the last few drops of his beer.

******

Jungkook and Jimin are hanging out by the bar, chatting up a couple of ladies. One of them was practically begging to give Jungkook a private dance for free. 

“No, no–I have a girlfriend,” he says respectfully. “You should talk to my friend, Jimin, here. You guys can probably have a dance-off.” he jokes as the girls laugh.

“What are you laughing at? I might give better lap dances. And I only take 100-dollar bills as tips,” Jimin quips at her.

Before Jungkook can respond, the DJ makes an announcement over the microphone to acknowledge the group’s presence at the club. He turns down the music and invites everyone to give the groom a round of applause.

Taehyung smiles and takes it as an opportunity to make a drunken yet very heartfelt speech. He gets up from his seat and moves carefully towards the railing while the rest of the guys look on.

“What’s up, everyone!” Taehyung bellows, followed by a hiccup. “Sorry–I’m pretty fucking gone right now,” he laughed. Everyone cheers and laughs in response.

“Alright, alright, alright–listen,” he tried to begin as coherently as possible. “I just wanted to say–thank you all for partying with me. And–” he turns around, beckoning Haru to stand up next to him, which he does. Taehyung puts his arm around him and squeezes his shoulder.

“I also wanted to give a special shoutout to my best friend and my brother, Haru, here. And not to get fucking sentimental about it–I just wanted to say, thank you. Thank you so much for making me realize that Jennie was the one for me. I owe you my happiness, man. It was all your doing,” he says with a smile and hugging him tightly. “I love you, man. Not as much as I love Jennie but…I want you to know that I fucking love you!”

Jungkook looks on and watches Haru shift uncomfortably.

“Anyway, I’m having the time of my fucking life. You guys should, too!” he says as he raises his water bottle.

Everyone in the room cheers loudly as the DJ turns up the music again.

******

“Hmm…how ‘bout that one?” Jennie asked, watching the guy in question walk away. “Nice, broad shoulders–sexy smile..”

You rolled your eyes and polished off your gin and tonic. “Still doesn’t top Mr. Dimples from the last club,” you say wryly. “He had a sexy smile. Pretty eyes, too,” you added.

Jennie was really getting into ‘Rate That Dick.’ And it was fun until the novelty wore off for you a couple hours ago, around your second stop. 

Truthfully, there was only one dick that you wanted to rate–and up until this point, you’ve been doing your level best to talk yourself out of it. You hated to admit it but it was becoming a losing battle.

You were at the fourth stop on your club-hopping list and this place was popping. The line to get in wrapped around the block and played a mix of hip-hop and R&B beats, the music pounding through the dark space, giving it a seductive feel.

Jennie’s cousin, Liah, piped up, “Why don’t you flirt with him, YN?”

“No, no,” you declined. “I should not be trying to pick up guys in this state.” You were looking flushed and bright-eyed. Your skin was clamming up–alcohol sweats–if that ever was a real thing.

“What do you want out of commitment, Jennie?” Hana, one of Jennie’s other friends, asked while she nursed a drink.

“Uh…monogamy?” Jennie responds as if the answer should have been obvious to her friend.

Liah groaned at the ceiling. “Monogamy is overrated. I’m gonna go and check out Mr. Worldwide Shoulders over there,” she says, sliding off her bar stool and walking away to hit on her target.

“Ooh! I see somebody over there who looks like he wants to buy me a drink,” Hana says as she walks over to a man with a smile as bright as the sunshine. He had been exchanging flirty looks with her in the last ten minutes or so. She beckons him to join her on the dance floor.

“It’s not overrated,” Jennie pouted quietly when it was just you two at the table. “I happen to like monogamy," she mumbled as she toyed with her 'Bride-to-Be' sash.

You grinned at her. For as long as you’ve known her, Jennie has always been the ‘good girl’. She was in the honor roll at school, dressed modestly, didn’t drink much, went out occasionally but went home at a decent hour.

Mindi called it being ‘uptight’ but some women were just innately cautious and preferred quiet nights in rather than partying ‘til dawn. It was a shock as to how she and Jennie became the best of friends. But people always say, opposites attract. Jennie and Mindi were soulmates, like it or not.

“Jungkook seems to be the monogamous type,” Jennie says, after adjusting her kitschy tiara that had a bedazzled penis on it. She props her elbow up on the table, resting her chin on her hand while she eyed you. “It must be overwhelming for him to hang out with your whole family for days on end?”

“He’s taking everything in stride,” you waved off. “If anything, I felt weird seeing everyone again,” you sighed deeply. “Haru’s mom came up and gave me a hug this morning after the guys went off to the country club.”

“Wow...that…must have been something,” Jennie remarks.

“It was, if I’m being honest. And I’ve known them for years–holidays, family dinners,” you trail off as you pick at some random fried snack that was in front of you. You flag down a waitress and order another vodka tonic.

“Water under the bridge,” she swats the air with her hand haphazardly. “You’re with Jungkook now and things are different!”

You nodded in an exaggerated manner. “Oh! He’s definitely much different than Haru, I can tell you that much. In the short amount of time Jungkook and I have been together, I feel like–he’s opened my eyes to…so many things.” You stopped short of specifying which things…like, hiring him to pretend to be your boyfriend who is head-over-heels for you. 

Jennie groans. “Babe–who gives a fuck about Haru? He’s so last year,” she slurs. 

You shrugged. “I know, I know. But you know what, we were together for a long fucking time. To be honest, I still feel like he owes me a clear explanation as to why he dropped me just like that,” you say as you sip on your just-delivered vodka tonic refill before turning to her. “You know what I mean?”

Jennie suddenly goes ramrod straight and glances over at you. She sees you staring back at her. “You’re asking me?” She says incredulously.

“Well…you and Tae have known Haru the longest. Has he, I don’t know…has he said anything? Shown any inkling–”

“I–I don’t know why you’re asking me these things,” she says in a rush. “Are you insinuating that I know something?” She suddenly feels agitated.

“Woah, woah–calm down, girl,” you smile lazily. “We’re just having a conversation here. I mean–I’m clearly very shit-faced right now…hence the heightened introspection,” you say hoarsely. You noted that you needed to drink water from this point forward.

She relaxes her stance and clears her throat. “In my opinion, I think that you should just leave all of these things in the past.”

She then scoffs and lifts a shoulder. “No one really knows what Haru’s mindset was at the time. The point is, you’re happy and found someone who’s hotter and clearly obsessed with you. Just focus on that! All this–” she waves her hand around aimlessly, “This is all just background noise.” She keeps her gaze at you while you ponder on her words.

You nodded and realized that she had a point. “You know what? You’re right. He is hot!”

“Damn fucking right!” Jennie says. “And you need to show that hot man how much you appreciate how fucking hot he is!”

That lit a fire underneath you. You slam your palm on the table. “Fuck, yes! You are so fucking right!”

This was definitely the alcohol talking. You’ve gone through several glasses of cocktails and numerous shots— without legitimate solid food— in the last few hours. You were incredibly drunk…and unbelievably horny. It was the perfect storm.

“Hold up, hold up! I was just walking across the room and heard the word ‘fuck,’ thrown around like willy-nilly and I immediately want in!” Mindi suddenly joins your little party of two and puts her arms around both you and Jennie.

After you entered this club, she immediately made eye contact with one of the bartenders. She walked up to him, said some weird pickup line about felines and he immediately threw his head back in laughter, gummy smile and all. After a couple hours, it looked like his shift was coming to an end. They exchanged numbers right before Mindi saunters over to your table.

She eyes Jennie first. “Either of you want to get more fucked up…or—” She turns her head towards you, “Or maybe you just want to get fucked?” She giggled as the three of you exchanged looks.

“Well, apparently, it sounds like Jungkook is getting fucked good tonight,” Jennie says, eyes full of mischief.

You laughed and shook your head. “I didn’t even say that,” you corrected her.

“Sure you did! In so many words,” Jennie laughs.

Mindi’s jaw drops and her head whips around at you. “Unnie…I’m so depressed. Why did you have to find him first,” she whined playfully. “I feel like you need to send God a bottle of wine or something. Maybe one from Uncle Jae’s stash?”

You all giggled.

“Hey, you think Haru sent back that vintage Barolo from your engagement party?” Mindi muses. “I’ve always wondered about that.”

You considered that a rhetorical question so you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from answering. In actuality, you finished that bottle on your own after he broke your engagement. It didn’t matter that it was a $400 vintage–the combined acidity and spice felt like a warm hug in the midst of your bitter breakup.

Jennie rolls her eyes and groans loudly. “Oh, my god! I am not fucked up enough for this conversation,” she yells out. “Let’s do more shots, Mindi!”

“Fuck yes! Bartender!!! Tequila!” They both run up to the bar hand-in-hand while Mindi screams out their order.

As the music swells, you reveled in the utter sensuality of the venue and the unabashed drive for casual sex that everyone seemed to exude tonight. You were hot and sweaty and just about ready to call it a night. 

Just then, your phone buzzes from your purse. You retrieve it and see a text from Jungkook. His message makes you smile. As you tuck your phone back in, you decide within yourself that you were done trying to talk yourself out of this. 

You yelled at your cousin. “Mindi!!!” Her head whips around back at you at the sound of her name.

“I need to swing by the ATM on the way back to the hotel!” You screeched.

Mindi gives you a befuddled look but she shrugs her shoulders and holds her thumbs up in agreement.

******

“You think we’ll be the last ones standing?” Jimin leaned back on his chair by the bar, which had a full view of the club. He looked around at Taehyung’s friends and cousins who were in various stages of inebriation.

Jimin was a tank. Jungkook watched him all night as he downed shot after shot…after all that, he was still upright and seeing straight. If he was put through a field sobriety test right this second, he would pass with flying colors.

“That’s what it’s looking like,” Jungkook chuckled as he scanned the room while he played around with his beer bottle.

Just then, another stripper walks by and tries to get his attention, offering him a private dance. He smiled and turned her down, just as he had done to at least 10 other women tonight.

“You know you can partake, if you want,” Jimin says casually. “You don’t have to be cautious around me just because YN is my cousin. You can have a little fun.”

Jungkook’s mouth twisted playfully. “I know that. She even gave me permission, actually.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow at him. “She did,” Jungkook affirms. “And, I told her that she could have her fun, too if she wanted.”

“Wow. You two seem pretty secure with each other,” Jimin remarks as he takes another sip of his drink.

“We trust each other…at least, that’s what I’d like to think. Besides, even if she did tell me it was okay, I wouldn’t do it anyway.”

Jimin chuckled at that. “A little reverse-psychology for you?”

Jungkook shook his head. “No. I just prefer to live out my fantasy with her. Even better...she’s real.” His comments seemed to roll off the tongue but he meant every word. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get YN off his mind.

The way she looked at him, sighed at his touch…the way she kissed him back. Her lips held much more promise than others. He didn’t mean to put her up against past clients.

Once the contract was over, he filed those away and never looked back at them. He didn’t want to compare…because to him, she was incomparable. Not even close. 

“You know, I feel like I should be grossed out by your comments mainly because she’s my cousin but…I think it’s cool that you hold her in high regard like that.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement. “What can I say? She’s the one that I want,” he says plainly. Jimin smiled at that.

Just then, Jungkook looks up towards one corner of the club and sees Haru dip into one of the private rooms in the back with two dancers.

He furrows his brows then shakes his head subtly. He scans the room again and notices that Taehyung was nowhere in sight. “Hey, have you seen Tae?”

“Uhm–” Jimin does a quick scan of the room as well and is not able to get a visual of his friend “I thought he was with one of his cousins…or Haru…”

“Hey baby, you look like you could use a dance,” another stripper offers him.

“Actually, I’d like to buy my buddy, Jimin, a dance. Here–” Jungkook hands her a bill. “Go have fun, I’ll see if I can find Taehyungie.”

“Uh, uhm–okay then,” Jimin agrees reluctantly at first but doesn’t protest when the dancer ushers him to one of the open tables in the back.

Jungkook hops off his stool and strolls around the club in search of Taehyung. He wasn’t in the VIP perch nor any of the tables by the back walls. He didn’t want to try and peek through the back rooms so he thought he’d try the men’s room.

As he rounds the corner, he sees Taehyung staggering out of the door and rushes over to catch him.

“Heeeeyyy,” Taehyung slurs at him, eyes completely glossed over with alcohol.

“Hey–been worried about you. Are you alright?” Jungkook asks as he holds him steady against the wall.

“I’m–ugghhh” he groaned. “I don’t feel so good, dude,” he says, clutching his stomach.

“I think you might be done for the night.”

“I…think so…too,” Taehyung drawls, his eyes glossing over.

“Alright, I’ll take you back to the hotel. I’m sure we can take one of the shuttles and the driver can circle around to pick up the other guys.”

Jungkook heaves and puts Taehyung’s arms around his neck, supporting the rest of his weight with his other arm as they slowly made their way out of the club.

“W-where’s Haru?” Taehyung wonders.

“Uh, I think his fun is just starting…but he can handle himself. He’s a big boy,” Jungkook says flippantly.

As they continued to walk towards the exit, Jungkook waves at Jimin from the far corner of the club–who was now being catered to by a new dancer. Jimin does a quick salute in acknowledgement. When they cross the threshold, Taehyung breathes in the fresh air and promptly pukes his guts out at the closest bush by the walkway.

******

“What the fuck was Haru thinking…” Taehyung slurred as he and Jungkook staggered out of the elevator and walked crookedly towards his room. “Did he think that I was going to…sleep with any of those women? Days before my wedding day?” He glances down at the vomit stains on his shirt and scrunches his nose at the smell.

“You did just fine, Taehyungie.”

“I…I…don’t know, Jungkook. Is that weird?” He hiccupped. “Like—I get it’s tradition or whatever but…I just want…one woman. And that’s Jennie. I just want her. I don’t want any…strippers or…hookers.”

“Well, it’s been my experience that a man in love has no desire to be with a prostitute.” When they arrive at Taehyung’s door, Jungkook steadies him against the wall and attempts to dig through Taehyung’s pockets for his key card.

He directed Jungkook to his back pocket then smiled lazily. Jungkook taps the card against the door’s scanner and holds it open. “Bruuhhhh…” Taehyung dragged out. “How do you know so much…about so much?”

Jungkook straightens his back, pauses, then looks him in the eye. “I used to be a hooker,” he says matter-of-factly.

Taehyung’s brows knit furiously. He is silent for a few seconds, taking in Jungkook's remark. Then, he suddenly bursts into laughter and wags his finger at him.

“That’s a good one! You’re a funny guy. My sister needs more of that in her life. Someone to make her laugh.”

Jungkook nods, gives him a small smile. “Yep, that’s me. Now c’mon. Off to bed,” he says, and helps Taehyung get settled in his room.

******

When you whole party arrives back at the hotel, everyone splits off into their own rooms. A couple of people head out by the beach to get some fresh air.

You, on the other hand, saunter into the hotel lounge.

It’s practically empty save for a couple of Jennie’s cousins and the bartender. You walk up and order a glass of water. After hours of drinking on and off, you were rightfully thirsty. You lean against the bar for balance as you take a couple of cautionary sips.

You stared off into the distance and took a few more sips of your water–but no matter how much you drank, it still felt inadequate. It wouldn’t quench your thirst.

You checked your phone. It was after 1:30AM. The last text that you received was 20 minutes ago–from Jungkook. He let you know that he dropped a very intoxicated Taehyung off into his room and was calling it a night himself. He also threw in a cautionary, ‘Come back safely,’ at the end of his message.

Your head lolled back slightly–you were feeling good…about as good as you did after coming back from the bathhouse. The only difference was that your inhibitions were considerably lower tonight.

You smirked after rereading that text for the fifth time tonight. Or was it the sixth?

You know that you shouldn’t really make a big deal out of it. This was part of the whole ruse. You wanted him to act like this. He was supposed to show your family how committed he was to you…how much he wanted you.

Every action, every word, was purposeful to make it all believable. It was all for show and so far, everyone in your family seemed to fall for it.

But the conversations, the kisses…his touches…the ones happening behind closed doors or without anybody else watching–they felt real to you. You wanted so badly to test that theory–preferably without clothes on.

And if he turned you down, at least you had a $1000 backup plan in your purse.

You slid off the barstool, dug out a dollar bill to tip your server and began the longest journey back to your room.

******

Jungkook

Jungkook starts to finally drift off after taking a long, scalding shower. He had a couple of drinks in total. After that, he spends the rest of the night spitting his shots into an empty beer bottle— making it look like he was using the beer as a chaser.

By the end of the night, he was as sober as a judge. It took him a while to fall asleep at first. He was uncharacteristically worried about YN. They texted back and forth during the day but she didn’t respond after his last message about depositing Taehyung back to his room.

His notification said that she had read it. He eases up after talking himself into thinking that at least she wasn’t driving and that they had dedicated shuttles to take them back to the hotel.

It didn’t take long before he was startled awake by a loud thud, followed by some snorting and giggling. He sits up and turns the bedside lamp on to see YN clumsily pulling herself up from the floor then tripping over her feet again.

“Are you okay?” He got out of the bed and walked towards her. He picks her up by her elbows to help steady her.

She was barefoot, carrying her heels in one hand and her purse in the other. Her hair was mussed up, her makeup slightly ran…and she had a sheen of sweat coating her skin.

“Hi,” she smiled languidly as brings her up close to his face, supporting her weight.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Glad you’re back in one piece.”

“Are you really?” she asked.

His brows furrowed but his answer came naturally. “Yes, I am.”

“You smell nice,” she randomly remarks.

Jungkook chuckles softly. “Thanks, I took a shower. Are you drunk?”

She laughed. “Just a little,” she says with a harsh whisper. Her face softened as she stared up at him. “You look pretty.”

He regarded her intently. “You do, too,” he replied.

She giggled in response and waved her pointer finger at him. “I know for a fact that that is not true!”

“You should see what I see then,” he says, keeping his gaze on her.

She blinked up slowly at him and cocked her head. “Are you real?”

He laughed at the question. “What do you mean?”

Her mouth twisted ruefully. “Exactly what I said,” she says. “Are you real?”

He paused to think about it. He wasn’t sure what context she was asking the question in. He lets out a shallow breath and answers, “I am.”

Her expression changes into something that resembles curiosity and wonder. He couldn’t help but feel unnerved by her stare. It was as if she was trying her best to get a read on him–if he was telling the truth or if he was lying.

“Do you need me to help you get into bed?” He was still holding her up but noticed that she had pulled herself up straight, her face a couple inches away from his.

“Something like that,” she says quietly. “Can you…can you kiss me?” She bit her lip as she awaited his answer.

Now it was his turn to regard her in curiosity. He knows that he shouldn’t. He’s had clients who have tried to escalate things after consuming alcohol. Over the years, he’s figured out ways to turn them down politely. He was never one to take advantage of someone unable to fully consent much less somebody who was substantially impaired.

She could be confused and emotional, he thought. The stag group turned out to be quite the event before the night ended so Lord knows what happened during the ladies’ pub crawl. 

He swallowed hard, “I–”

“Please?” She looked so vulnerable like this. Unlike that day after returning from that awful brunch, she was soft and inviting. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure how he managed to hold himself back earlier this afternoon when she kissed him. Him squeezing her ass was an uncharacteristic slip from him.

She was undoubtedly different from his other clients. She was so real to him, unafraid to show her insecurities and her fears. He was skeptical about taking her call at first. But by sheer coincidence–or perhaps it was serendipitous–that he was feeling run-down from his real life when she called. She was only meant to be ‘a change of pace.’

She touched his cheek, pushing errant strands of hair away from his eyes. He felt a flutter within his chest. He was used to being irresistible to women–and this really should have been an easy decision for him. This time, he was the one having trouble resisting. His instincts were failing him. He nuzzled into her touch with a soft, wistful moan. 

It was true that she paid for a lie but everything else she’s shown him was honest. And after years of building his business on deception, could there be a chance for him to experience something genuine?

He lightly brushed the tip of his nose against hers.

“Jungkook…” He gasped at the sound of his name leaving her lips. It was like a melody that shot straight through his chest and tugged at his heartstrings.

Before he knew it, he sealed his mouth against hers. His chest pressed against her torso. She rubbed up against him, the friction sending his body temperature through the roof. 

He took her mouth in further in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. Lifting her off the floor, he moved towards the bed. Somewhere between the doorway and the bed, her purse and shoes drop to the floor.

Their lips don’t part the entire way, and it’s a challenge when he tries to lower her to the mattress. Dropping her down, he pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it aside. YN’s teeth sink into her bottom lip, her gaze hungry.

His hands were everywhere, his body straining upward as she was spread underneath him. She cupped his face, licking fast into his mouth, as if trying to satisfy a craving…a craving for him. She moaned against his lips. He hummed against hers in return. 

She pulls away suddenly and pushes up against his chest.

“Wait! I…w-what about…money…uh, you said, this is extra,” she stuttered. 

He sighed. That hadn’t even crossed his mind but he was growing impatient and so he said the first thing that he could think of. “I’ll bill you later. Sound good?” He says with a slight hint of teasing. After a small nod from her, he lowered his head again to nip at her bottom lip. And their mouths were connected once more.

“I like your dress.” He reaches to tug at the silky black fabric, smiling when he hears her breath hitch. “But it looks a little restrictive, don’t you think?”

“Take it off then,” she demands, eyes filled with wanton need. Her hunger for him only intensifies his hunger for her.

“What do you say?”

“Please, Jungkook,” Her plea is more than a plea. It’s a fucking turn-on for him, like no other. Her dress is gone in a matter of nanoseconds. She lays there in her lingerie as his hot gaze takes her in.

He kissed and licked at her mouth again, savoring her before moving down to her throat— planting more kisses there. Her head lolls back, sighing as he sucked on the skin there.

He moves lower, peppering more kisses down to her sternum and abdomen, stopping short right above her panties.

He pulls away quickly, turning around to retrieve the condoms that he kept in his bag.

When he returns, he sees that she was still exactly positioned how he left her. Splayed on the bed for him, head turned to the side, her eyes closed. 

He hovers over her and plants soft kisses on her jawline. “YN, are you with me?”

She didn’t respond or stir.

He straightened up more, trying not to panic. He runs his fingers through her hair. “YN? YN?” He lightly tapped her on her arm.

Just then, he hears her snoring softly. She had passed out on him.

He really should be mad at her for leaving him hanging but he lets out a soft chuckle instead. He watches her chest rise and fall for a bit, completely endeared.

With a sigh, he gets up off her, picking her up gingerly to reposition her on the bed. He pulls the sheets off from her side and sets her there, carefully ensuring that her head was on the pillow.

Realizing that she was still dressed in her underwear, he goes to grab one of his lounge shirts from his suitcase. He didn't want to go through her things and thought it would be easier to slip one of his oversized shirts on her instead.

She must have had a lot to drink as she didn't even give any hint of resistance.

He sets her back down on the bed and moves to the bathroom. He soaks a washcloth in warm water. He squeezes it out and returns to her bedside, gently wiping her makeup off.

Once he thinks that he’s taken all traces of it off her face, he puts the washcloth on the nightstand and pulls the covers over her to tuck her in.

After tossing the washcloth back into the bathroom sink, he goes to pick up his shirt off the floor along with a couple of things that she dropped at the doorway in the midst of their passionate kissing.

He puts her shoes off to the side and hangs her jacket on one of the lounge chairs in the room. As he walked around the room more, he found her purse under one of the chairs. He thinks that one of them must have kicked it there unknowingly.

He vaguely registered the loud thud that it made while he was too distracted by getting her into bed. It sounded like a brick when it hit the floor. 

As he picked it up, he knew why. The top flap had popped open and money was spilling out of it. There must have been $800 in here, at the very least. He also noted that most of the bills were in denominations of 20s…meaning, she purposely stopped to make several withdrawals on her way back.

Shifting his gaze away from the cash, he looks back at her. As she slept peacefully, his heart sank.

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Coquet, Part 2 | JJK

Coquet, Part 2

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption; sassy Jimin; lots of sexual tension; some vulnerable confessions

Word count: 4.8K words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: I came up with this way too fast, IMO. I was just too excited and I’m buzzing with so many ideas for this 😬 Thank you for the amazing response to Part 1–and now, here’s Part 2 💋

After you get off the plane and retrieve your suitcases from the carousel, you asked Jungkook for a few minutes to freshen up in the ladies’ room. Since there was only a short amount of time between your arrival and the wedding week kickoff celebration that your family was hosting this evening, you had pre-planned to change into a different outfit before heading to the venue.

When you walk out of the bathroom, you spot Jungkook off to the side scrolling through his phone silently. As you approach him carefully, you find that he has decided to put on a tie. Somehow, that small piece of material coupled with the suit he had on managed to make him even look more delectable.

He lifts his head as you close in on him. “Wow, you look gorgeous,” he says after a quick assessment.

You chuckled then waved him off. “You don’t have to do that. It’s just us here. You can save all that for my family!”

His eyebrows furrow. “Are you generally uncomfortable with compliments?”

You smile feebly. “It’s not that. I just mean, you don’t have to make up stuff to make me feel good while we’re alone, that’s all.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Who says I’m making stuff up?”

That made you giggle nervously. When you see that his expression remained unchanged, you stop. You shook your head gently then reclaimed your luggage from him.

“A-anyway, I’ll call a rideshare for us,” you say while you walk ahead of him, trying to mentally fan yourself.

******

Your parents ended up renting out a whole resort since many friends and family were coming in from out of town. Plus, with the wedding location being relatively remote, it seemed like a good idea to just keep everyone in one place. If you had any say in it, you’d be the first to object. 

Sadly, this was not your wedding.

You and Jungkook leave your bags by the concierge and walk through the lobby, heading towards the outdoor patio where there were drinks and finger-foods.

Right before you cross the threshold, you halt your steps and mentally prepare yourself for the possible barrage of questions and 'well-meaning' comments from wedding guests. These are the same guests who were supposed to be at your wedding, before Haru decided to pull the plug on that.

Sensing your trepidation, you feel Jungkook’s hand on your elbow.

“Hey–”

You turn your head to the side to look at him standing next to you.

“You’ll get through this,” he says. “And I’ll be right here to make sure that you do.” When he sees in your eyes that these words don’t placate you, he places his hands on your shoulders and turns you slightly so that you were now facing him.

He cups your face and looks you in the eyes. There was a kindness in them–it made you feel calm and secure in that moment. “You are going to be just fine.” He says before his hands slide down your arms slowly. “Trust me, okay?”

You nod and give him a small smile. He then takes one of your hands, intertwining your fingers with his. “Show time?”

You took a deep breath then released it. “Yeah,” was all you could muster for him before you both proceeded–hand-in-hand, to join the party.

As soon as you walk through the doors, your mother spots you from across the room.

“YN! Hi, my darling girl,” she exclaims while giving you a big hug, almost spilling her drink. The party was already well underway when you arrived and you figured that whatever was in this goblet was drink number five, at the very least–judging by her overt display of affection.

“And who is this?” she says as her eyes land on your companion.

“Jungkook, this is my mother, Rose. Mom, this is Jungkook. My boyfriend.” You were shocked to actually say those words without your voice faltering.

“Nice to meet you, ma'am,” he says, releasing your hand for a moment to reach for your mom’s free hand then holding it up to his lips to kiss it.

“Well, hello there,” she says, suddenly fanning herself.

As you watch their exchange, you deduce that the flirting was an involuntary reflex for him, much like the reactions he garnered from it.

Right then, you glance past your mom’s shoulder to find an older man approaching you, grinning widely. You beamed right back at him.

“YN!” His voice is the epitome with warmth and comfort, like a soft blanket in the winter. He's holding his arms wide open for a hug, and you run happily right into them.

“Dad,” you sighed into his chest.

He pulls you gently off him but is distracted by an unfamiliar face standing close to you. “And who is this young man?”

You cleared your throat. “Dad, this is Jungkook. Jungkook, this is my dad, Jae.”

Your dad stretches his hand out towards him and Jungkook quickly bows after clasping it firmly. “Good evening, sir. I’m happy to make your acquaintance,” he says evenly.

“Glad you could join us, Jungkook.” Your dad says after briefly sizing him up.

“Thank you for having me,” he responds, maintaining eye contact.

“Oh–I spot some more friends,” your mom says as she waves to some newcomers. “If you’ll excuse me,” she says. “Please–help yourselves to a cocktail or some canapes,” she calls over her shoulder.

Jungkook then turns to you. “Would you like me to get you a drink? The usual?”

You smiled at him. “Please?”

He nodded, noting that your ‘usual’ was a glass of rosé–as per your conversation on the plane ride over here.

“I’ll be right back,” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek–which tingled when he pulled away to walk towards the bar.

“He looks like a nice guy.” Your dad remarks.

“Yeah,” you said dreamily. “What does he do for work? You know, when he’s not charming the pants off women?” He wondered.

You chuckled. “He’s a doctor–cardiologist,” you say casually.

“Ah…so he mends broken hearts. How appropriate,” he bemuses.

A smile played at your lips while you watched Jungkook from a distance, conversing with the bartender. “You could say that,” you say in jest.

“Where’d you find him?”

You peel your eyes away from him and turn to your dad. “Would you believe it if I said that I booked him because he came highly recommended on an app?” This wasn’t the story that you and Jungkook had agreed on but your dad was a kind man who was open-minded and incredibly sweet. How else would he have willingly raised another man’s daughter and loved her as if she was his own?

He laughed heartily. “Aish, you kids these days. You and your computers and apps,” he trails off. “I can hardly keep up,” he finishes with a chuckle.

“Oh, dad–you’re so adorable,” you tell him. He smiled back at you, turning serious this time. “As long as you’re happy, sweetheart.” He gives you another hug then plants a lingering kiss on your temple before excusing himself to check on your mom, who was currently uncorking another bottle of wine.

“YN!” Your brother bellows from across the room.

“Taehyungie,” you grinned from ear to ear as he envelops you in a tight embrace.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he says happily before pulling away.

“I’m glad I’m here, too–and I can’t believe you’re getting hitched!” you say zealously.

He chuckles. “I know, right? I’m still pinching myself. I’m…stupidly happy–if that is a legitimate way to describe it,” he says with a laugh.

You believed it. Taehyung and Jennie have orbited each other for years. You all grew up together along with–

“YN!!!” Your cousin, Jimin squawks as he runs towards you, hugging you, then yelping when he suddenly lifts you off the floor. After he sets you back down, your other cousin, Mindi, follows suit, practically squealing at you.

He sighs. “Band’s back together again, huh?”

You laughed, momentarily forgetting your worries before walking into this room. Everybody else in this room could disappear, save for these people who stood in front of you at this moment.

Shortly after, Jungkook joins your circle and hands you your drink.

Mindi zeroes in on him. “Oh–hello there…I don’t think we’ve met,” she says a little too flirtatiously.

“Sorry, how rude of me. Jungkook, this is my brother, Taehyung. And these are my cousins, Jimin and Mindi. Everyone, this is Jeon Jungkook,” you smiled as you linked arms with him.

“Hi, I’m the new guy,” he says, greeting everyone with a smile.

Mindi melts in an instant while Taehyung and Jimin eye him carefully.

“You’re the plus one?” Jimin says bluntly. He already had some misgivings about your date–especially after what happened to your last relationship. If you thought that Taehyung always had your back, Jimin was certainly a hundred times that–especially since he was actually family.

“Seems so,” Jungkook replies.

“Huh.” Jimin says, still carefully eyeing your companion.

“Well–I think I can speak on behalf of my fiancee when I say that we are happy to have you with us,” Taehyung says, ever-so-diplomatically. “Speaking of,” he says as he sees Jennie approach your group. Your brother immediately circles her waist to pull her closer to him, giving her a quick peck on the lips. You watched them smile at each other lovingly.

You sighed. He really did look stupidly happy.

You then exchanged hugs and introductions between Jennie and Jungkook. Afterwards, she awkwardly interjects. “YN, I’m so sorry to pull you away but, do you think we can talk about this week’s schedule? Bachelorette party and all that?”

Mindi, who was maid-of-honor, rolls her eyes. She and Jennie were the best of friends but truth be told, she was dragging her feet in terms of her official tasks. Jennie knew that you were always reliable–that’s why she had to have you in the wedding party. You were officially ‘deputy M.O.H.’

Before you walk off with them, you ask Jungkook if he was comfortable hanging out with your brother and cousin.

“I’ll be fine. Go on,” he says. You see him lean in and you attempt to turn away to offer your cheek but he was too fast and his lips land on your mouth instead. Your heart raced at the feel of them, making your lips part as you released a shallow breath. You feel him gently move his lips against yours for a brief moment before he pulls away.

Thankfully, you were able to center yourself again as you were mildly aware that you weren’t alone–despite your dazed state.

Taehyung and Jimin cough and clear their throats awkwardly while Jennie and Mindi giggled. “Geez, can’t you two wait until you check into your room? You’re making me really sad that I’m single,” Mindi says sarcastically.

You mustered a smile even though all you wanted to do was practically melt into a puddle.

“I’ll come find you later, okay?” Jungkook finally says with a smile.

“Okay,” you respond sheepishly while you let the girls drag you away.

“So, Jungkook–how did you and YN meet?” Jimin inquires.

“We went on a blind date. We were introduced by a mutual friend back in the city,” Jungkook answers while he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh? Which friend?” Jimin prods further.

“Do you know Kwan Nari?”

“Hm…I don’t think I’m familiar with the name,” he says.

“She’s one of the account managers at YN’s firm. Her son is my patient,” Jungkook adds.

“Patient?” Taehyung repeats. “Are you a doctor?”

“Yes. I specialize in cardiology,” he says smoothly.

“Wha…should we be addressing you as ‘Doctor Jeon’ then?” Taehyung asks. "Have we been rude this whole time?"

He smiled broadly. “Nah, I’m off-duty this week. ‘Jungkook’ is perfectly fine,” he adds.

“What if somebody pages you with an emergency? Would you have to leave?” Jimin asks pointedly.

“That depends. If it’s pretty routine, I just need to call in for a quick consult. But if it involves a transplant,” he hisses through his teeth, “It would be a different story. Thankfully, I have a great team back home.” Jungkook smiled.

“Wow–that’s incredible,” Taehyung remarked.

Jimin chuckles to himself before taking a gulp of his drink.

******

“YN, hi.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine as you exit the elevators, coming back from Jennie’s suite. You didn’t think he would actually approach you tonight, this soon–and all while Jungkook was nowhere to be found.

You took a deep breath and walked towards him. You didn’t have much of a choice since he was standing right by the entrance to the bank of elevators. You had to walk past him to get back to the party.

“Haru,” you say in a clipped tone.

He shifted his weight awkwardly. “How’ve you been?”

You shrugged. “Great,” you lied through your teeth. “You?”

He nodded. “Could be better but–you take what you can get, you know?”

You furrowed your brows at that.

“Listen…I wondered if we could talk somewhere–”

“YN!” Jimin yells out, cutting him off. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”

You smiled as you breathed a sigh of relief.

Jimin then turns, and gasps in mock surprise when he sees Haru. “Oh! What’s up, jerkface? Almost forgot that you were invited to this shindig.”

“Good to see you too, Jimin,” Haru says curtly.

Jimin turns his attention back to you. “Guess what, I found a vintage bottle of bordeaux that your mom brought from their cellar. I think we should open it, huh?” He says with a mischievous crinkle in his eye, thereby pulling you away from a potentially sticky situation.

“Thanks for saving me from him, Jiminie,” you mumble.

“I was saving you from yourself,” he hissed. “Can’t believe Taehyung picked him to be best man over me,” he mutters bitterly.

“You actually are the better man, Jiminie,” you whisper in his ear.

“See, this is why you’re my favorite cousin,” he grins at you.

******

While you mingle with more friends and family members, Jungkook walks out of the men’s room and sees a lone man seated at the lobby, nursing a drink. He watches him looking longingly through the windows at the party happening out on the patio.

He follows his line of sight and sees you having an animated conversation with your brother and the bride.

“Taking a break from the party?” He says to the stranger as he approaches him.

The man looks up from where he sat and sees Jungkook directly addressing him. “I guess you could say that,” he says glumly. “Are you here for another event?” He asks, clearly unfamiliar with who he is.

“No,” Jungkook replies. “I was just in there, too,” he motions towards the patio.

“Oh,” the man says, still confused as he has never met him before.

Jungkook decides to introduce himself. “Jeon Jungkook.” 

He eyed Jungkook’s outstretched hand for a bit before he finally decided to grasp his palm into his hands to shake it. “Cheong Haru,” he says.

Jungkook keeps his face neutral when he withdraws his hand.

“So, who are you here for? The bride or the groom?” Haru asks curiously.

“I arrived with the groom’s sister so–I guess, technically I’m here for him,” he says while gesturing at Taehyung. Haru’s eyebrows quirked upon hearing that.

“How ‘bout you,” Jungkook asks.

“I’m the best man,” he answers with a hint of arrogance.

Jungkook scoffs. Somehow, he doubted that.

******

At the end of the night, your parents take you up to your floor since they had already checked in all immediate family in advance for convenience. 

“So, here’s your room-key–there should be two cards in there,” your mom tried her best to speak without slurring any of her words, while handing you a paper sleeve that had one room number written on it. It was a miracle that she managed to hang on to the room keys at all.

You began to panic a little at the thought of sharing a single room with Jungkook. “Mom–I thought I made it clear that I wanted adjoining rooms with my date,” you say nervously, peering up at him. “I was just telling Jungkook that you and dad are a bit conservative and are against–”

She laughs out loud. “Nonsense!” She turns to address Jungkook directly. “I’m not as prudish as my daughter makes me out to be,” she says to him. “So–enjoy your king-bedroom. There’s a nice hot tub in there, too. Dad and I have already taken ours for a test-run.” Your dad gave her a knowing smile while you stood there cringing.

“Should be very relaxing for both of you–especially after your long flight.” She finishes with a triumphant smile before walking away and leaving you two to your own devices.

“Goodnight, you two,” your dad calls past his shoulder. 

******

Thankfully, there was a convertible sofa-bed in the room so figuring out the sleeping arrangement didn’t have to be too complicated.

You began to unpack your things. You walked over to the closet to hang your garment bags. When you turn around, you almost slam into Jungkook’s solid chest as he was right behind you, attempting to access the closet as well.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, shuffling back towards the armchair, where you set your purse down earlier. You reach in to retrieve a plain, white envelope. You clutch it tightly for a moment as if your life depended on it. With a deep breath, you turn back around and walk back to him.

“As agreed upon,” you say, all professional-sounding, holding out the envelope to him.

He scoffs. “You don’t waste any time, huh?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I just didn’t want you to think that the entire evening was a freebie. So far, early reviews have been pretty promising. My family seems to love you–I mean…Jimin will get there soon enough but I’d prefer we focus on successes.” You sounded as if you were in a boardroom, pitching a campaign idea to a client.

“I also want you to know that I can keep up my end of the deal and that I don’t expect anything done for free–especially good work,” you said.

“Well, alright then,” he says simply, taking the envelope from you. “Thank you,” he utters.

When he starts walking back towards his suitcase, you blurted out, “It’s all there, just count it.”

He chuckles, waving the envelope in the air. “I trust you–”

“No,” you interrupt him. “Please–just count it,” you insisted. “Eight-thousand dollars.” 

You slowly wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach at how much you were willing to spend for your own self-preservation.

He nods his head and relents. He flips up the envelope’s front flap and thumbs through the bills. Your eyes drift down to his lips, where he mouths each interval of $500. It dawns on you right then that he had a piercing on the right corner of his lower lip. You had spent so much time staring into his eyes that you didn’t realize it before. You mistook the stud for another freckle–in addition to the one that you’d noticed the first time.

“Yep, it’s all there,” he says, breaking your reverie. “And like I said over the phone when we first spoke–holding hands, kissing–”

You don’t know how, but you swear that you could still feel his lips on you no matter how brief that moment was.

“...a certain amount of touching–those are included. Anything more intimate than that will cost extra. But we can always discuss that beforehand. I brought some condoms if–”

“Oh, I don’t think you need to worry about that,” you cut him off, wrapping your arms more tightly around yourself. “The thought of having sex for money is just…morally abhorrent to me,” you shuddered.

His eyes widened in disbelief. Then he did a sideways jerking motion with his head as if trying to shake away what you just said out loud.

Fuck. You really needed to get a grip on yourself. “I’m–I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you say immediately after catching yourself. You turn around and walk back to your suitcases to continue unpacking before you say something even more offensive.

“Hey,” he calls out to you.

Your head snaps up while you grab onto your cosmetics case and look over your shoulder.

“Can we talk?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You watch him take a seat at the edge of the bed. He pats the mattress gently, gesturing for you to take the spot right next to him. Again, you find yourself all-too-willing to oblige.

“Listen–I know that we had conversations on some basic information about this arrangement on our way over here but I’d really like to set some ground rules for us,” he says matter-of-factly.

Your face started to heat up. “Ground rules? I was under the impression that we had already established all that earlier? How is this any different?”

He inhaled sharply. “Well…in your line of business, think of it more as an intake interview. Like a baseline of sorts. After I’ve met and interacted with my clients, I usually like to personalize things…based on how they behave and make an assessment about what they need in order for me to help them.”

You were hesitant but you let him go on. You didn’t realize how intricate this could all be.

“First and foremost–for this to work, we need to be completely honest with each other.”

You interject, still feeling guilty about your remarks a few minutes ago. The man was just trying to make a living and making obnoxious comments like that sure sounded a lot like the pot calling the kettle black.

“Jungkook, I want to apologize for offending you. I’m a nervous talker and ironically, I usually have no problem speaking in front of big-money clients on a daily basis and convincing them to pick my idea over others.” You puffed out your cheeks and released a heavy breath.

“It’s just that, I have never done anything like this before–if you couldn’t tell by now–so, I hope that you’ll extend your patience with me for being a bit…inexperienced. That’s why I’ve been on-edge this whole time,” you elaborate further.

He nods, accepting your explanation. “I completely understand that. And really, I’m not judging. I always approach each of my clients with an open mind. But I will say this–we can’t be comfortable around one another if you’re jumpy all the time. And that, in turn, will raise suspicions. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ll, uh–try to relax more,” you relent.

“I’m not calling you out to embarrass you. There’s no right or wrong way to do this. And you know what, the evening wasn’t all bad. Like, when I kissed you earlier–you recovered quickly. That’s pretty promising to me,” Jungkook says.

You gulped, thinking about his lips on you again.

“We need more of those interactions. We just have to work together, okay? And if it helps, I promise that I will be honest with you as well. That’s what I’m trying to do now. You called me because you needed my help–and I genuinely want to do that for you.”

You gave him a small nod. “Sorry, I’m just really–”

“Secondly,” he interjects a bit more forcefully, “Stop saying you’re sorry.”

“S-sorry…I mean, ugh,“ you groaned. Suddenly, you feel a warmth over your knee. You glance down to see that same tattooed hand resting on your leg.

“Listen,” he says. “As long as you just think of this as a simple business transaction, you’ll stop apologizing for every little thing. Plus, it’s getting really annoying.”

You look up to find him gazing at you. Your cheeks felt flushed again again but you had to snap out of it if you were going to continue to sell this lie to your friends and family. Just one week, you thought. One week–and you wouldn’t have to keep up this charade any longer. 

Clutching your cosmetics and toiletry case, you acquiesced. You had no problem meeting goals at work. At this point, you just had to think of it as another task to complete within a certain timeline.

“We’re both consenting adults, aren’t we? Let’s act like it.” With that, you watch him get up, take a couple of steps away then unceremoniously begin to undress in front of you.

You yelp and shut your eyes immediately, turning away as he sheds his dress shirt shamelessly. Your hands fly to your face, trying to cover up how incredibly flustered you were.

Chuckling, he says, “It’s okay to look. Consider it part of the package.” He kept his tone so casual while continuing to undo his belt buckle.

You took a quick peek and found that he had a full sleeve of tattoos–from his fingers, crawling all the way up to his shoulder. You try to shake away any impure thoughts that started to bubble within you and the only way to do that was to turn and walk over into the en-suite bathroom. While there, you clock in that hot tub that your mother raved about earlier.

“So–I heard from–some people that…you typically have a higher fee. Are you just giving me a promotional discount,” you jokingly call out from the bathroom while you arrange your things on the countertop.

Seconds later, he fills the bathroom doorway, dressed only in his boxer-briefs.

“Which people?” he says.

Glancing away from the mirror to avoid his reflection, you nervously responded, “Uhm…I just saw some client comments on your profile,” you lied.

“Hm,” he says quietly, pouting his lips. “Full disclosure?”

You carefully looked up at the mirror again then nodded in response.

“I’ve actually been out of the game for a few months. My profile’s inactive.”

“Oh,” you say, suddenly stunned at his revelation. While it was true that you had scrolled through those reviews, you hadn’t registered when the most recent review’s date was. 

“Why?” You asked curiously. It sounded ignorant but you were genuinely interested. You figured somebody like him would make a killing every month–at least five figures, easily. And just to look like that?

He shrugged. “I thought it was time for a change,” he says simply.

You tilted your head to the side and regarded him carefully.

He laughed slightly. “What? You didn’t assume that I’d be doing this for the rest of my life, did you?”

“I wasn’t assuming anything,” you said seriously. You carefully considered your next question. “So…if you were technically retired, why–” you hesitated for a beat, “Why did you respond to my message?”

He inhaled sharply before catching his lower lip between his teeth. “I don’t know–why would you message an inactive profile?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know for sure that the profile was inactive—at least you didn’t think that it explicitly said so. Had you missed it?

Either way, you had a feeling that he was dodging your question but before you could argue, he barged right in. Your eyes followed him while he made a beeline for the shower stall at the far-end of the bathroom.

“I hope you don’t mind if I hop in first. I’m usually pretty quick anyway,” he says before he pulls his boxers down, giving you a full view of his bare ass.

“Uhm, wow, okay,” you say while awkwardly looking away. “Didn’t give me much of a choice there,” you mumbled after you start to hear the water running and the glass door shut.

“Sorry, did you say something?” He calls out from the stall.

“Nope. I’ll just shower after you,” you said loudly, while you continued to rearrange your cosmetics.

“Shit–would you mind handing me a towel, please? I forgot to grab one.”

“Sure.” You turned to grab a towel off the rack which was close to you and walked towards the unfrosted glass shower stall, intending to hang it over one of the walls. He takes you by surprise by opening the door–a huge cloud of steam rushing through the gap.

As he pops his head out, you hand the towel to him. “Here,” you said. His hair was soaked and fully brushed away from his face, exposing his forehead and his torso was covered in beads of water.

He thanks you with a smile as he accepts the towel from you. “I’m almost done. Want me to leave the water on for you so you can go in right after me?”

Your mouth goes dry at the thought but you hang on to your last shred of composure. “No, thanks. I’ll wait out in the bedroom while you dry off,” you managed to say, walking off and shutting the bathroom door right before all the steam clears out of the stall.

You took a deep breath when you heard the shower shut off. If you could survive that without completely crumbling, you could totally get through the week.

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Coquet, Part 3 | JJK

Coquet, Part 3

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; awkward family dynamic; some anxiety; alcohol consumption; mom drinks excessively; public embarrassment; sassy Jimin; A LOT of sexual tension; vulnerable confessions; emotional outbursts; very touchy-feely JK; brunch-appropriate kissing

Word count: 5.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: Sorry to keep you all waiting! I had to finish a deadline for next week and my other series is shaping up to be super complex (please still look forward to it!!). Also have a shit-ton of work UGGHHH

Anyway--more tension for these two. Thank you to my lovely betas--who practically yelled at me for edging them with this update! But they are both in agreement that Jungkook is the most desirable man in the room. And with that, please enjoy!

“Okay. Once again, from the top…but with feeling!”

You snorted into the phone as Cristina badgered you for more details about your ‘date.’ Before you respond, you look back from where you stood. You were at your private balcony, which had French doors that led back into the bedroom. The bathroom door was still shut, meaning Jungkook was still taking his time grooming himself.

You woke at least a full hour before he did and caught a glimpse of him under the covers on the couch. He was out cold, snoring a bit loudly but you didn’t mind–at least he looked adorable. 

You took it upon yourself to request for coffee and tea to be brought up to your room before you headed out to tackle the day’s activities.

You showered quickly, holding off on washing your hair on account of the bathhouse day trip. By the time you finished with a no-frills hairstyle and light makeup, Jungkook was finally up. His eyes were droopy and hair was pointing in every direction. For a moment there, he looked human–instead of the demi-god whose gift lied in the art of seduction.

Lured by the smell of coffee, which he thanked you for, he helps himself to a cup. You watched him take a couple of sips before asking if you still needed to use the bathroom before he took over. He unconsciously brushes his hair back a couple of times. You were distracted for a second until you finally responded that you were all done and that the bathroom was all his.

And just like that, the demi-god was back with a vengeance.

You remained out on the balcony to enjoy the quiet for a few more minutes in your bathrobe, coffee cup resting on the wide concrete handrail. You were looking forward to getting that full body scrub and finishing it with an oil massage to work out all of the knots you’ve built up before your trip.

You stretched the kink in your neck and let out a soft chuckle. “Cris,” you said with a slight hint of exasperation, “I am not going to go through every freaking detail. I gave you the highlights!”

“Which means practically nothing! Come ooonnn,” she whined. “Let me live vicariously through you!”

You laughed into the phone and acquiesced.

“Okay so–you say he’s quote-unquote, ‘hot’--but like, how hot are we talking here?” She prods.

You blew out a breath checking that the coast was still clear then turned back around at the view of the courtyard. “Honestly,” you lowered your voice, “If I didn’t drop all that money, I would have dropped my panties already. ”

Cristina’s high-pitched scream made you pull the phone away from your ear. She sounded like she was either summoning animals or a demon. You weren’t sure.

“Hey.”

His greeting startles you as he pokes his head out through the doors. He was already dressed in his pants, his button-down draped on him, without an undershirt.

You jumped and pulled your phone back closer, eardrums be damned–scrambling to sign off, as if you were caught red-handed. “Cristina, I have to go. I’ll call you later,” you say in a rush.

“No-no-no! Bitch, don’t you dare hang—“ You end the call, making a mental note to text her later.

“There you are…I was wondering where you went.”

You gave him a tight smile then his unbuttoned shirt catches your eye. “Uhm…is that what you’re wearing to brunch?” You point at it quizzically. 

His eyebrows lifted then shifted back to his shirt. “Yes, why? Is that a problem? I mean, I’d button it up, obviously,” he jokes.

You rolled your eyes. “Well–obviously!”

His nimble fingers start to work on the buttons to close up his shirt. You tried not to be distracted by it.

“I was only referring to the color…” You walked past him and back into the room to retrieve the dress that you kept in one of your garment bags to unzip the front, showing it to him.

“The dress that I planned to wear is the same color–and shade, even,” you began awkwardly.

"And that's a problem because?"

You clicked your teeth. “I just didn’t want us to be one of those couples who do the whole cheesy, matchy-matchy thing–”

“You think they’ll think we’re trying too hard,” he remarks.

In so many words. “Well…I only thought that–”

“Can I give you some advice?”

“What’s that?”

“If you look people in the eye, they won’t care about what you’re wearing,” he says. “Trust me on that!”

You looked him in the eye for a few seconds–trying to get a read on him. After a moment, you nodded eventually then stepped into the bathroom to put on the dress.

“So–just to remind you of everything going on this week…” You left the bathroom door cracked open to continue running down the list of pre-wedding activities.

You hung your robe on the hook that was behind the door and took the dress off the hanger. 

“Today’s Day 2, which is brunch–then we’re spending a day at the bathhouse afterwards. Most of us will stay in our own areas but we can always reconvene at the coed rooms–if you want. And then tomorrow, we’re splitting off for bachelor and bachelorette parties.” You stepped into the dress and pulled it upwards and threaded your arms through the straps.

“Then the day after that, Jennie asked if we could join her and Tae for a wedding dance class.” You tried reaching for the zipper in the back but it was far too deep for you to reach so you didn’t have much of a choice but ask Jungkook to help you.

You stepped out of the bathroom to find him sitting on one of the chairs, already fully dressed. “She said that he was feeling a bit stressed about it since it’s literally two days before the wedding so I just said ‘yes.’ I-I don’t know if you’re comfortable with me volunteering–”

“I’m cool with dancing,” he says with a knowing smile.

You quietly wondered if dancing was one of his other special skills that he’s had to learn in his line of work.

“Did you need some help with that?” He motions at your dress. Apparently a mind-reader, too.

“Uhm–yeah. C-could you zip me up?” You gesture at your back.

“Sure.”

“Thank you,” you said meekly before turning around.

You hear him walk up behind you and feel him pull the dress taut around you. You feel the zipper making its way up your back, the skin on his forefinger brushing up your spine briefly.

When it came time to secure the hook and eye closure at the top, the hairs at the base of your nape stood, as both his thumbs and forefingers caressed the sensitive skin.

You cleared your throat to disguise the moan threatening to escape your mouth and pulled away too quickly to turn around. You mouth some form of gratitude to him before walking over to the closet to retrieve your shoes.

“Anyway, where was I?”

“Dance class, I believe,” he answers as he sits at the edge of the bed.

“Ah! Thank you. So after dance class, we’re doing a day at the beach. We’re doing some games…there might be a bonfire and s’mores. Very chill. Day 5 is rehearsal day. A run-through at the chapel in the morning and then Tae wanted to do karaoke night–” You look at him tentatively.

He chuckled. “It’s okay, keep going. I’m up for anything,” he says.

For a moment, you thought about what other clients have made him do during their time with him. Did he always have a packed itinerary or was it pretty chill? “And then Day 6 is wedding day…day after that, brunch in the morning and then most people are expected to check out around 2.”

“Alright,” he says matter-of-factly.

“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?” You ask him.

“Do you want me to protest?” He asks sarcastically.

“Sorry, I—“ You stop once he gives you a stern look. A wordless reminder of last night’s conversation.

You shook your head to gather your thoughts better. “I know there’s a lot going on–and frankly, I have no idea why Tae and Jennie wanted to pack in all of these activities in a single week.”

He shrugs. “My money is on the fact that there were a bunch of people who came from out of town and maybe they just want to experience as much as they can with their family and friends.”

“Did–” you bit your lower lip in slight hesitation but your innate curiosity just could not be contained. “Did you have to do a variety of activities…you know…with other clients?”

His eyebrows lifted.

Realizing that this was probably a very invasive question for him, you start to retreat. “I mean–y-you don’t have to answer that. Ignore me, I was just being nosey–”

“I’m comfortable answering. It’s not like I’m naming names,” he says softly.

He relaxes, leaning back on the mattress slightly, balancing his weight on his hands. “It all depends on the event. I’ve done movie premieres, charity galas that last a few hours–to trips where somebody just wanted arm candy while they went shopping around Europe–five countries within three weeks. And then–there are clients who…hire me not to do anything.”

That piqued your curiosity even further. “What do you mean? They pay you to do nothing at all?”

He puckered his lips playfully and shook his head. “Yep…nothing at all. Sometimes, they just want somebody there…to talk to or share a space with them because they don’t want to be alone.”

Somehow, that made you sad to think that someone would pay for companionship–not for anything sexual but just a warm body…a presence.

“Any more questions, Miss YN?”

You narrowed your eyes, thinking of asking one more that was on the tip of your tongue. “What’s the most unusual booking you’ve had?”

“A funeral.” He says matter-of-factly, which makes you gasp.

Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “For real? An escort at a funeral,” you scoffed. “Someone’s dead!” You were incredulous.

“Exactly! Imagine going through all that alone.” He says in all seriousness.

Okay, now you felt bad. “Hm. Do you typically do weddings?”

He laughed softly then sat up straight, shaking his head. “Nope. I don’t usually do weddings. You’re my first.”

Your brows knit in renewed interest but before you could pry further, your phone goes off in the bathroom where you left it. It was your mom, asking how much longer you and Jungkook would be before you joined them downstairs since shuttles were all waiting to board guests.

You let out a growl after hanging up. You walk out to rejoin Jungkook and see him slipping his jacket on.

You took a deep breath while you put your earrings on and checked your makeup one last time. “Okay, I know we have a lot going on but would you feel more comfortable if we tried to practice a couple scenarios for Q&A or–”

“Look, I really don’t think it will benefit our arrangement if we pre-plan these things. It’s going to come off too rehearsed. The point is, we understand what we need to do. As long as we keep the basics of this relationship intact, we’ll get through the week.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you said as you fussed with your hair a bit more in the mirror that was close to the entryway.

He walks up to you until he is right behind you. You stare at him through his reflection–his mouth way too close to your ear.

“The important thing to remember is not to overthink. I know that you probably do that on a daily basis at your job because you’re required to do it—picturing every scenario, having an answer for all possible questions.”

Maybe you should have pegged Jungkook to be a shrink or a motivational speaker instead. He seemed to know all of the right words to calm somebody on the verge of a panic attack.

You tried to explain. “I was merely suggesting because I worried that if we were to split off during the week and—I don’t know—“

“YN.” Your name coming from his mouth sounds like a mantra. Like a mallet hitting a singing bowl…the echoes swirling around the brass rim, washing over you like a calming energy.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it,” he says, tucking a couple of strands that you missed behind your ear.

You turn your head slightly to look up at him mouthing a thank-you.

“Ready to go?” He asks.

You inhale through your teeth. “As I’ll ever be.”

******

You make your way down to the lobby, hand in hand, where you find most of your family and guests are gathered, right in time for shuttles to arrive to bring you to the restaurant for brunch.

When you arrive, one long banquet table has been set up in the middle of the room, presumably for the family and wedding party, then surrounded by smaller tables for other relatives and guests.

Mimosas were available at a bar that was set up in the corner of the room and not served tableside, much to your delight. But if you knew your mother well, she’d have already requested a pitcher of it next to her place setting.

The buffet line was mostly uneventful as your aunt, Jimin and Mindi’s mom, had already monopolized the conversation with the other nosey aunts and cousins. She had the gift of gab, that one.

Auntie Dahlia was your second mom. When your mom worked long hours, she picked you and Taehyung up from school, took you back to her home and fed you dinner.

However, Auntie Dahlia couldn’t corral all of the nosey family members. A middle-aged second cousin asked how you were doing. She followed it with a whole head tilt and a forced, toothless smile while you waited for your slices of toast to be ready.

Right on point, Jungkook saves you by introducing himself to said cousin, who then gets all flustered, giving you time to retrieve the rest of your food so you could make a quick getaway with him.

“Do you get that knee-jerk reaction every time?”

“What do you mean?”

“Women take one look at your face and their brains short-circuit,” you say dryly.

“Well…I can’t really change my face so…” he trailed off.

“Fair point,” You snorted and shook your head as you both returned to your seats.

******

“As soon as I dug the ring out of the sand, I swear–I thought this rogue wave was going to take us along with it,” Taehyung said in between a collective roar of laughs from around the table.

He never got tired of telling his and Jennie’s engagement story. They had a whirlwind romance–which, by all accounts, everybody but Taehyung and Jennie–seemed to predict. They were endgame, plain and simple.

They tiptoed around each other for a long time. After your parents married, you and your mom moved to Taehyung’s neighborhood where Jennie was the girl next door…literally.

It was also by sheer happenstance that your cousins Jimin and Mindi lived in the area as well so it didn’t take you long to get acclimated with your new surroundings.

And Haru…he lived right down the street. He and Taehyung have been friends longer than you have been siblings.

When Haru ended things, you didn’t make Taehyung choose. He and Haru were like brothers. And you thought it would be incredibly selfish of you to put Taehyung in that position. So instead, you made the decision for him and moved away.

“Right, and you didn’t think I was risking my life, too, by trying to take a cellphone video behind the rocks?” Haru chimed in.

You hear Jimin let out an exaggerated snort. He was seated across from you, rolling his eyes at Haru’s story.

“Would you like another mimosa?” Jungkook asks you.

Jimin’s eyes shift in your direction.

“Yes, please. Thank you,” you reply.

He gets up from his seat but not before you tilt your chin up, offering your lips to him. His eyebrow quirks and without hesitation, bends down to take your mouth. You parted your lips and moved them against his—just to give it that little extra heat while still keeping it brunch-appropriate. 

He smiles when he pulls away from you, noting how quickly you picked up your conversation from last night. 

“I’ll be back,” he says.

“I’ll try not to miss you too much,” you replied. You see him stifle a smile before he turns to walk towards the bar.

“Actually, I’m a bit parched, too,” Jimin coughs while getting up from his seat and walking towards the same direction Jungkook headed to.

You also note that Jimin still had a full glass of mimosa where he sat.

“So–”

You whip your head around to see Mindi sidling up to you. “How come you’ve never mentioned this guy before?”

You lifted a shoulder. “It’s only been a couple of months. I didn’t want to jump the gun.”

“Mm-hm. You know Jimin-oppa is keeping a close eye on him, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “I really don’t know why. He doesn't need to do all that,” you glance over to the bar and see Jimin already striking up a conversation with Jungkook.

******

“Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Yep, like a baby,” Jungkook responds to Jimin with a smile.

He leans over the bar after giving the bartender his order, then turns back to Jungkook again. “Have you and YN been together long?”

“We’ve been seeing each other for a few months now,” He says confidently, squaring his shoulders while resting his forearm on the bar surface, holding a small bill between his middle and forefinger for tipping.

“Few months, huh,” Jimin repeats. “And you think it’s serious enough to the point where you’d fly across the country with her for a wedding?”

“It’s not just any wedding. I know how special her brother is to her.”

“Right. So you two are serious then?”

“What can I say? The moment we met, we just felt a deep connection to each other. In that short amount of time, we built up enough trust between us that she thought it would be the perfect time to meet her family.” He mouths a thank-you to the bartender when he delivers his order and slides the bill towards him.

“Hm. And has she met yours?”

“I was planning on it when we got back. My parents often vacation abroad. They’re enjoying their retirement,” he says casually.

“How convenient,” Jimin says as he nods his head in gratitude when his drink order arrives.

Jungkook chuckles softly but keeps his tone serious and sincere. “Look, I know that you have your reservations about me and I completely understand that. She was hurt,” he paused to glance at Haru from afar. “And you’re looking out for her best interests, I get it.”

He then turns back to look Jimin in the eye. “I just ask that you get to know me first. If you ask me, in the short interactions I’ve had with your family, I can see where she gets her spirit. When I met her, she seemed really unsure of herself. She glossed over what happened but didn’t get into details. As we got to talking and hanging out more, I could feel traces of her old self come to the forefront.”

Jimin pursed his lips for a few seconds, then sighs. “She was hurt pretty badly. Honestly, if it weren’t for her, a certain somebody wouldn’t even be here.”

Jungkook nods. “I get it.”

“YN…she loves hard. She’s always been that way since we were kids. It’s all or nothing. Which is why,” he paused to take a sip of his drink, “It’s even worse when she gets hurt.” Jimin turned his gaze towards Jungkook, who stared back at him.

“Taehyung...he was just caught in the middle. That’s his friend. She only wants to protect her brother, to the point where she decides to put a whole country in between her and her family. I know how difficult it must have been for her to fly back only to see him again. And he’s sitting there as if he wasn’t a complete fuckup.” Jimin says bitterly.

“So, I hope you’ll forgive me if I haven’t given you a warm and fuzzy welcome.”

Jungkook nods in earnest. “I had no expectations for myself. I'm here to support her, that's all. And all I want is for her to gain her confidence back.”

Jimin looks at him skeptically. “Really? That’s all you want?”

“Precisely,” he says as he picks up the glasses, getting ready to walk and rejoin the party.

“And you’re not at all threatened by the fact that her ex is here? The ex whom she loved for years?”

“On the contrary, I’m glad he’s here. Then I can really show him how YN is supposed to be treated.”

Jimin grins triumphantly. “Alright. I think we found some common ground.” He pats Jungkook on the shoulder as they walk back to the table.

******

“You know he would have totally fucked up Haru, right? Actually, scratch that–I would have kicked his ass, too,” she corrected herself.

“Mindi,” you said with a cautioning tone. “That’s over and done with. Besides,” your eyes flick over to where Haru sat–in the far corner of the table, next to Taehyung. “He seems to be doing okay.”

Mindi follows your line of sight and scoffs in disgust.

“Do you know if he has a date showing up for the wedding?”

She widens her eyes at you. “Unnie, please,” she says in a hushed tone. “Why waste your time on that asshole when you have Mr. Perfect over there waiting on you, hand and foot,” she says as you both turn your attention to Jungkook, who is now making his way back holding his drink and yours. When he meets your gaze, he puckers his lips a little and gives you a little wink.

“Oh god,” Mindi breathes out. “I think I just came.”

You gasped at her as Jungkook closed in, setting the glass next to you and taking his seat.

“Did you miss me?”

Your lips playfully twisted at the corner of your mouth. “Hmm–I don’t know. Did I?”

“What did we say? Honesty, right?” He whispers.

He takes you by surprise by cupping your jaw and planting another kiss on your lips. The difference was that this felt more lush than the one earlier. He pressed his mouth closer to yours and you returned his fervor–stopping just short of sliding his tongue into your mouth. When he pulls away, you feel a mad fluttering in your belly.

“Seriously–you guys are going to make me throw up,” Jimin says. “And I really don’t want to do that because we have a really nice spread today and I want to savor every dish!”

You were only pulled out of your haze when you saw Jungkook’s eyes flick past you. It took you a second but you realized what he had done.

“Did he see?” You ask under your breath so that only he could hear.

He hummed, affirming your suspicions.

“And?”

“See for yourself,” he says.

You peer up slightly, looking down where Haru sat–where he was throwing Jungkook a death stare. You turn your head back towards him and giggle.

Moments later, a glass clinks noisily–and you turn to see your mother getting up while she repeatedly taps her knife against her crystalware.

“Everyone, before we all disperse for the day’s activities, I’d like to make a toast,” she began. The room falls silent, turning their attention to her.

“Oh boy,” cringed under your breath.

“I just wanted to thank all of you for coming today,” she says, turning to acknowledge all of the tables where family and friends are seated.

“To my bonus son, Taehyung…we’re so happy that you found love, darling. Jennie–thank you for falling in love with the boy next door.”

Jennie and Taehyung beam at each other–he raises her hand up to his lips, which was already interlocked with his, and kisses it.

“You know, it’s funny, we always thought that YN would be married first–”

Your breath got caught in your throat at the sound of that.

“She just always seemed so popular with the boys at school and in fact, in case some of you were unaware, we came really close to that–but uh…that really didn’t work out as we hoped.”

You felt Mindi’s hand squeeze your hand under the table for reassurance and saw Jimin from your peripheral.

You feel Jungkook’s hand rest at the base of your nape, the pad of his thumb brushing the skin gently…back and forth. You focused on the contact. It helped drown out your mom’s mortifying speech.

“And luckily,” she chuckled, “We were able to get the deposit back and so…here we are again–”

“What she means is—“ Taehyung gets up from his seat, cutting her off. “Jennie and I are both happy to have everyone whom we love and care about in this room and we’re excited that you can participate in this week's pre-wedding activities, which my fiancée so meticulously planned,” he beams at her again.

“So with that, a toast—to all of us here,” he holds up his glass, and everyone mimics his action.

“A toast to the bride and groom!” Jimin yells out eagerly. Mindi cheers at the boys’ attempt at distraction and proceeds to clap.

From a distance, your dad squeezes your mom’s wrist, signaling that she’s said enough. “That’s right, to the bride and groom,” raising his glass as he echoes Jimin, while your mom takes her seat.

Everyone in the room gives a resounding, ‘hear, hear,’ as they raise their glasses and applaud. 

******

Safe to say that you were uncomfortable for the rest of brunch and dead-silent on the ride back to the hotel. Jungkook gave you some space until you entered your room.

He hears you sniffle quietly as you reach the far corner of the room, to change out of your brunch outfit and into something more comfortable in preparation for the bathhouse trip–to relax.

The irony wasn’t lost on you. You were so wound up from your mom’s drunken speech that you didn’t care that you had started to undress in front of him. 

You didn’t even mind that you had to stretch and contort your shoulders awkwardly so that your arm could reach all the way back to pull your zipper down. Once you did, you stepped out of your dress like it was nothing. You picked it up and tossed it into the laundry bag that you kept in the closet with the rest of your clothes that you had worn yesterday.

You then walked towards the dresser next to it and dug out a pair of leggings, a shirt, and a hoodie.

“Are you alright?” He asked while you pulled your bottoms on.

After you snapped the elastic waistband against your abdomen, you paused at his question. Staying rooted to your position in just your leggings and a bra on, you took a deep breath.

“I don’t even know why I came here,” you said quietly. “I thought I could handle this but…” you trailed off, hanging your head while gripping the lip of the ornate dresser.

He stepped closer, feeling you shrinking again. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking,” he coaxes softly.

You threw your head back, chuckling bitterly. “I think it was foolish of me to assume that I could come here and show people that I was doing just fine. That I wasn’t that scared girl who booked a one-way flight over a year ago because she couldn’t rationalize why the man she’d been with for years and was due to marry–suddenly decided to tell her that he didn’t love her anymore.” Your shaky hands flew to your mouth and slowly curled into a fist. You were angry and frustrated at how all that progress you made–only for you to be yanked back in with a single comment.

“Close your eyes.”

Your neck jerked and you looked up at him. “W-what?” You were completely puzzled.

“I said, close your eyes,” he repeated as he closed in further, pressing you softly against the dresser…caging you.

“I won’t try anything funny–” he assures you. “Just…close your eyes,” he went on, his voice turning low and husky now.

You followed the command. Almost instantly, you became sharply aware of his weight pressing up against your abdomen. It was too late to protest after it occurred to you that you paused getting dressed to let out your frustration.

Anyway, if he did try anything weird, you could always knee him in the nuts.

You took a deep breath, then you felt him stroke your forehead…slowly caressing the side of your cheek, and finally cupping your jaw gently with both hands.

“Focus on my voice,” he says.

You nodded, lips parted, breathing sped up. Goosebumps swept up your arms as the warm breath that he expelled brushed the swell of your breasts.

“Relax. You’re safe with me.” Oddly, his current proximity to you should have been anything but relaxing. But you focused on his rhythmic breathing and unbelievably mellow tone.

“I see you for who you are–and you’re beautiful.” He kept his voice low and even. Soothing…consoling.

You swallow hard when you feel his fingers brush the underside of your jawline. But his touch sought to assuage, not arouse.

“People consider themselves lucky to be loved by you. And anybody who chooses to walk away from that–is worse off without it.”

He loosened his hold on your jaw and you released a deep breath. A calm washes over you.

You open your eyes slowly, your vision coming to focus only to find him staring intently at you. His nose was practically touching yours. He was so close to you that you see the slightest hint of his jaw ticking, shortly the sound of him swallowing. All the while, his fingertips skims your throat for a brief moment. His eyelashes flickered as he blinked rapidly, finally withdrawing his hand.

“Feeling better?” he rasped.

After a beat, you responded, “Holy shit,” you choked out. “You’re worth every penny.”

His brows furrowed a little but his lips curved into a smile, seemingly satisfied with his tactics. 

Stepping back, he quickly turns around and retrieves loungewear from the edge of the bed then starts towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna go get changed–in case they start looking for us, you know.”  

“S-sure. And…th-thank you for that,” you tell him. He looks over his shoulder, nodding curtly and continues into the bathroom, shutting the door, while leaving you to get your bearings. 

You grabbed your t-shirt and hoodie, relieved that he retreated to the bathroom. And thank fuck you had a padded bra on because your hardened nipples and moist panties already had other ideas.

******

While in the bathroom, Jungkook’s hands are splayed on the counter as he calms his ragged breaths. He hoped that you were too distracted to notice. 

His business thrived off women’s vulnerabilities. But he never manipulated them–instead, he used it to help them gain confidence. It was a successful ‘technique’ that he had practiced for years–just the right amount of honesty and sincerity while still keeping his true self locked away.

Which is why he was completely puzzled as to why he felt so affected by you all of a sudden. You were just another client. His words: a simple business transaction. He shook his head, chalking it up to the fact that he hadn’t booked any clients in a while.

He turns a knob on the sink and splashes some cold water on his face then stares at his reflection in the mirror. Seconds later, his eyes then travel down to his pants–which were thankfully dark to hide the fact that he was sporting a hardon.

“Fuck,” his mouth twists wryly.

Guess he might need to go all the way and splash cold water all over his body before you both headed out.

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Coquet (Series) | JJK

Coquet

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Total word count: 77,727K words

Status: Completed ✅

Warnings (more to be written in individual chapters): cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you'll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I'd like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well! 😊

Comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩--I love hearing from readers!

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➼Cross-posted on AO3

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Coquet, Part 7 | JJK

Coquet, Part 7

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: SLOW BURN!; bed-sharing; morning-after conversation; excessive cussing; explicit sexual conversations; oral (mutual); fingering; breast play; riding; protected sex; dirty talk; cum eating; praise kink; vulnerable confessions and conversations; tooth-rotting fluff; some angst; more tension and teasing (as if I didn't put enough already); quickie sex; JK and YN are such idiots for each other; medical emergency; crack ensues

Word count: 9.4K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: This started off soft...and then got kind of filthy in the middle? Anyway, I'm trying to keep it classy but it's hard to do when I'm writing about this man 😂 A bit more exposition on this chapter. I glossed over a few things but hopefully it still all makes sense, plot-wise.

A/N2: Multiple POV switches here - I hope it's not too jarring! Please let me know if it is--I would love to improve my writing, if so!

A/N3: For the ending...I apologize for the shallow research 😓 I did my best for that portion but will try a little harder in the coming chapters. Thank you for understanding.

When Jungkook woke, there was barely any light in the room. He rolled to the far side of his half of the bed. He lifted his torso slightly to tap on his phone and check what time it was. He saw that it was barely six in the morning—typically about the time he started his shift…at his normal job.

He chuckled to himself. It was odd to think about work since it hadn’t crossed his mind much. But since his colleague had been in contact with him in the last two days, it’s been slowly nagging at him. This was the first time he’d taken time off in a while and his colleague had apologized profusely every time they had to call him. He didn’t mind–he loved his job. And if he was being honest, it was great to focus on one job since he gave up being an escort many months ago.

But since he decided to go for one final booking– he was intent on making the most out of the last few days.

Settling back into the mattress, he rolled over to face her and couldn’t help the soft smile that crossed his lips. She looked calm and passive–the total opposite of the minx that she was just hours ago.

Contrary to what he said to her last night, he had never fully relinquished control. He only made women think that he did–but in the end, he always took back the reins.

He was completely enraptured and he was all too happy to toss out the final remnants of control that he had out the door just so she would allow him to have her.

Just then, she stirred. Her eyes flickered open.

“Morning,” she mumbles, closing her eyes as quickly as she had opened them to adjust to the light that started to fill the room.

When she opens them again, she finds him beaming at her from where he’s lying on his side, mirroring her. Her hand is on his hip. His on hers.

“You look pretty happy this morning,” she says while smiling at him.

He chuckles, while she moves in closer until her breath is spreading across his bare chest.

“I like watching you sleep. You make all these little noises. And you have the cutest snore.”

She laughed lazily at that. She rolls on her back to stretch herself out slowly before laying on her side again.

Moments later, he slides his hand on her naked back and pulls her closer to him.

“Woah there,” she croaks out. “I just woke up–give a girl some time to recover,” she chuckled as she rested her palm on his chest.

“I wasn’t even thinking about that,” he says. “I thought it was a little chilly in the room so–I thought I’d warm you up.”

She rolled her eyes at him. Truthfully, he did want her again…just like this. She felt soft and warm–and her being naked was making things twice as difficult to resist. If sleep wasn’t a necessity, he would have kept going all night.

“How do you feel?” He manages to ask while trying to distract himself from his growing hardon.

“Good,” she said simply. She smiled before catching her bottom lip with her teeth. There was something else behind that smile. He knew that she was replaying moments from the night before. She stretched her neck to the side and back. He had her bent over every which way last night–admittedly, he was a little worried whether he had pushed her to her limit.

She propped up her elbow and rested her head on it. “What about you?”

“Also good,” he says simply. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks out of concern.

She laughed. “I’m fine. It’s just…it’s been a while since I’ve trained for a marathon,” she jokes. It eased his worries.

Suddenly, something catches her eye. She swipes at his pec and giggles while she holds up her finger to him, showing faint traces of chocolate. “Looks like we made a mess last night, huh?”

“We did.” He goes on to trace his finger under her jawline, finding a smudge of chocolate. “And I apparently missed a spot,” he said before he tilts her head back to dip down to her neck to lick it.

She moaned softly as his soft licks turned into slow suctions. 

His hand traveled down to her thigh, giving it a squeeze before he grasped the back of her knee to wrap her leg around him. Once she was open for him, he reached back to rub her clit from behind. She was already swollen and soaked for him in a matter of seconds.

She gently wriggled away from his grasp, taking him by surprise–giggling.

“Did I do something wrong?” 

She shook her head as she rose from her side, making him sit up in reaction.

“Nothing–I just wanted to mix it up a bit,” she says as she turns the tables and straddles his waist.

He laughed. “Hmm–still want to be in control, I see?”

She smiled mischievously. “I kind of like it.” She bit her lower lip with her teeth–making his cock twitch. Her confidence turned him on like crazy, way more than seeing her in all her glory while his hardon rested against her ass cheeks.

She reached over by the nightstand on his side to grab a condom. For those few seconds, he relished the feel of her breasts pressed up against his bare chest. He was finding it hard to flip her on her back and fuck her right into next week.

When she straightened up, she adjusted herself so his cock was now in the forefront.

He moaned softly as he felt her slickness glide over the tip ever-so-slightly. He was being extremely patient, letting her set the pace.

She glanced down at this length, as if admiring it. Just when he thought he knew what to expect, she curled her fingers around it and stroked slowly.

His jaw goes slack, letting out a quick breath as her hand slid up to the tip, squeezing out the pre-cum. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when she arched her back downward for a lick.

“Fuck,” he croaked out.

Next thing he knew, she took him in her mouth. She sucked him with long, drawing pulls, alternated with a drag of the flat of her tongue up and down his length.

His thighs flexed, breaths coming out ragged, one hand fisting at the sheets while the other cupped her nape as the coil within him twisted further every time he felt his tip hit the back of her throat.

“YN, I’m close,” he managed to say. “Do you want me to cum like this?”

At the sound of that, she released her hold on him, making a soft popping noise. “Hmm, nope.”

Oddly, he didn’t mind that she stopped. Without missing a beat, he slid a hand between her thighs. She was drenched just from sucking him off.

She gasped when his fingers grazed her folds, teasing her entrance before he plunges two fingers.

“Tell me,” he all but growls as he curls his digits in her. “Do you want my cock where my fingers are now?”

Eyes squeezed shut, she nodded wordlessly. “I can’t hear you, YN,” he purrs, adding a third finger into her.

“Aah…fuck, yes. I want you in me, please,” she begged.

“That’s better.” He feels around the sheets for the condom that she grabbed earlier. Once he retrieves it, he rips the packet with his teeth, then hands it to her to sheath him while he continues to pump into her with his other hand.

After she slid the condom down his length, he withdrew his fingers from her slowly. He brought them up to his lips and sucked. He loved the way she tasted. He kept coming back for more last night when he ate her out a few times. He made a mental note to do that again today.

He lifted her hips while she guided him to her center, sinking into him with ease with how wet she was.

While her walls settled around him, he asked, “Whatever happened to your thoughts on sex for money as being, I believe the quote was, ‘morally abhorrent?’”

“Well–” she puckered her lips playfully. “Technically, it’s just sex–really good sex, if I may say so. No money’s been exchanged…yet,” she says softly as she rolled her hips once.

“You really think I’d still charge you for this?” His hips surged as well, which made her moan.

“Like I said…I don’t expect anything for free…especially when it’s good work.” She bucked at him in return, making him growl–gripping her hips tightly.

“Hmm…be careful of what you wish for. I might bankrupt you then.” He slammed deep into her core.

She gasped. “Then I’m happy to go broke for you.”

She pulled his palms from her hips and dragged them down up her breasts. When he cupped them, she splayed her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips. He felt harder than he’d ever been as she continued to undulate. His fingers on her nipples, rolling and tugging, sent waves of pleasure through her, the gentle stimulation shooting straight to her core. When he urged her closer and took the hardened tip in his mouth she cried out, making their bodies heat up with arousal.

“Fuck… at this rate, I think I would need to pay you,” he grunted. “I…fuck, you feel so fucking good.” 

“Yes…fuck me harder, Jungkook,” she breathes out. As she clenched her thighs, he lifted her. She closed her eyes to focus on the way he felt as he slid out…then he bit his lip at the way he felt her stretch as he slid back in.

“That’s it, YN,” he murmured, licking across her chest to her other nipple, fluttering his tongue over the tight, aching tip.

Rolling his hips, he relished the feel of filling her so to the brim. She had shamelessly worked herself into a frenzy as she rode him, bending backward at an angle so the tip rubbed her right where she needed it.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she mewled as she held on to his shins. “Oh, yes, yes, yes…” she chanted. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back but he knew that he wanted to make her cum first. He liked watching her fall apart–he reveled in it.

“You’re so beautiful.” He gripped the back of her neck in one hand and her waist in the other, arching his hips to push deeper, making her gasp audibly. “I’m going to cum so hard for you, YN.”

She whimpered as he felt everything in her tighten. The tension, builds further from his deep rhythmic strokes. He was panting, frantically pumping his hips harder. Reaching between her legs, she rubbed her clit with the pads of her fingers, hastening her climax. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever watched.

He gasped, leaning against the headboard’s cushion, his neck straining as he struggled to control his own climax. “C’mon, YN…give it to me.”

His words and his voice pushed her over the edge. She steeled herself–crying out when the first hard tremor hit her…then again as the rest of her orgasm cascaded through her body. He felt her walls clamped tightly around his length–spurring his own climax.

He groaned through gritted teeth, holding onto her until the clenches began to fade. He clutched her hips and pumped the last spurts into her…with one, final deep thrust, he growled her name.

******

He fucked you in the shower once more. He ate you out right before that. You stood against the wall while he was on his knees—your leg hooked on his shoulder as he worked. All you did was pick out your clothes from the closet—naked. Then he took you by surprise.

You barely made it downstairs before the coffee shop ended breakfast service. 

Shortly after, the wedding party was off to the chapel.

When you arrived, you and Jungkook split off while you went to greet Taehyung, who was conversing with Jimin and another groomsman. You walked off right before Haru returned from the bathroom.

You approached Mindi, Jennie, Hana, and Liah. The latter three having their own animated conversation about what songs they’d be singing during karaoke night after the rehearsal dinner.

“Is the wedding coordinator running late?”

“Yeah, a little. Of course Auntie Rose is having a mini hissy fit.”

In your head, you thought it was just because she missed her morning mimosa.

“This chapel is pretty secluded so, maybe this lady’s GPS just couldn’t keep up,” Mindi joked. “I wished they’d just do it at the resort.”

“Isn’t this where Jennie’s grandparents got married?” You wondered out loud while looking up at the chapel’s architecture. “I’m sure it holds more meaning for her than the resort.”

“I know, sorry. I just said that because I’m being selfish. I was hoping to bring a date over to karaoke night,” she says, lowering her voice at the last bit.

Your eyes bulge out. “Park Mindi—when did this happen? And who is it?” Before she answered, you came to a late realization.

“Oh…my god. Was it ‘hot bartender’ from bachelorette night?”

She shushed you right away, looking over her shoulder to make sure that her brother was out of earshot.

You giggled amongst yourselves.

“Girl, you’re a grown woman! Who cares what your brother thinks? This isn’t high school.”

She grinned. “I know, I know. It’s just…I think I might really like him. He’s like this strong, silent type…has the cutest, gummiest smile. We’ve been talking since that night. He lives, like, three hours away from me but he says he doesn’t mind driving to come see me.”

“Oh Mindiiii, you’re down bad.”

“I know…and it’s not just because I haven’t had sex in six months, I swear.”

“Mindi!” You playfully scold her. “We are in a house of worship!”

She rolled her eyes. “So? I’m sure they liked sex, too. One way or the other,” she giggled before she turned her attention to Jungkook, who sat on a bench right in front of your dad.

You grinned and gave him a small wave. He pauses his conversation with your dad and waves right back.

Mindi sidles up to you and whispers in your ear. “Come on, there must be something wrong with him. Anything. Like…maybe his dick is crooked or something.”

She awaits your response but when you stay silent, stifling a smile. She groaned. “Ah shit, don’t tell me. It’s fucking perfect. I hate you, unnie,” she grumbled.

******

“Keeping an old man company?”

Jungkook smiles softly at YN’s dad as he settles into an empty pew.

“Yep…it’s all about the women when it comes to these things. The men take a backseat,” he chuckles softly.

“Taehyung seems to be happy letting Jennie take the reins on this one,” Jungkook remarks.

“They’re good for each other–Tyeongie and Jennie. I’ve always told him that when he finds the person who makes his heart happy–never let them go. He really took those words seriously–which is why he just went and proposed to her after seven months,” he laughs.

“Was Taehyung’s mom the one who made your heart happy?”

“Of course,” he beamed. “Unfortunately…our time together on this earth was short. But it doesn’t mean that it was less meaningful. I eventually found another person who made my heart happy for the last couple of decades,” he looked and smiled at YN’s mom from a distance.

Seconds later, he turns wistful.

“I remember when I first met YN. I’d been seeing Rose for a few months and she finally trusted me enough to meet her kid,” he says, shifting his weight and leaning over by the chair in front of him. “So I’m over at her place and this little terror just runs down the hallway,” he shook his head, laughing at the memory.

He threw his hands up. “And that was it. I was a goner! That was the day I gained a daughter.”

Jungkook smiles, briefly imagining YN as this tiny ball of energy running around her mother’s house.

Suddenly, her dad takes a serious tone while looking wistfully up at the altar…at YN and Taehyung. “You know, Jungkook–you think it’s going to get easier as they get older…that you’re going to worry about them less, or that you’re going to trust the world more. But that’s just not how it happens.”

He shifted his eyes and stared at the ground. “I spent many nights thinking about YN after…,” he sighed sullenly before clearing his throat, “…After she moved away. Worrying about her and how awful I felt that I wouldn’t be able to get to her fast enough if or when she needed me. In some small way, I feel like I failed her.”

“Sir, if I may?”

YN’s dad gives him a small nod.

Jungkook looks at him in earnest. “I don’t think she thinks that you failed her–not in the slightest. In fact, she loves you wholeheartedly. You keep her grounded. And–although she doesn’t have your blood running through her veins–you are most definitely ingrained in her whole being.”

Jae smiles warmly at Jungkook. “Thank you, Jungkookie. You’re too kind.”

Jungkook chews at his bottom lip before he says his next statement. “Also–uh…” he says nervously, “This may not make much sense to you right now but–I’d love to get your permission to date your daughter.”

Jae’s eyebrows knit and his lips twitch into a chuckle, his eyes giving off a mischievous glint. “I thought you already were?”

******

After a few run-throughs of the wedding ceremony, there were a few more hours left before the rehearsal dinner and karaoke night. While Taehyung and Jennie rehearsed their choreographed wedding dance, you and Jungkook stepped away for a quiet moment at the beach.

Your conversation started off fairly casual–asking him if he always knew how to dance like he did yesterday while you walked along the shoreline. He says that he took lessons after one of his clients booked him for a themed-ball. He enjoyed it so much that he took a few more to add to his growing ‘repertoire.’

The day was winding down and the afternoon sun wasn’t as scorching hot so you took a moment and decided to sit on a spot on the sand and watched the waves wash in and out.

“Is your name really Jeon Jungkook?”

He laughed loudly, scrunching his nose slightly. “Yes, it is.”

You look at him skeptically. Cristina told you months ago that all of the guys on the app use aliases, to protect their identities. Understandable.

She encouraged you to do the same but you figured it would be incredibly difficult to do that since you’d be around family for this date.

He cleared his throat. “I did go by different aliases before, though,” he admitted.

“What names did you go by?”

He laughed again, recalling the names that he went by. When you booked him, his profile name only indicated a ‘J.’

“I used to go by ‘Justin.’ Justin Siegel.”

You snorted. “You do not look like a ‘Justin’ to me.”

“Aaaaand before that, I went by ‘Ian.’”

Your face twisted in confusion. “‘Ian’?! Why ‘Ian?’”

He chuckled. “I was looking up various personas then. And I happened to be drawn to James Bond so…” he shrugged.

You giggled at him. “Are you serious?”

“What? I was 21…I thought I was hot shit then,” he says.

“Why didn’t you just go with ‘James’?” You said sarcastically.

“Now that would make it too obvious, wouldn’t it? Besides, Bond is merely a character. Flemming created him.”

You nodded. He had a good point. 

“And are you really from where you say you are?”

“I am,” he smiled at you.

“And…your parents?”

He sighed. “They’re retired. They spend most of their time traveling these days.”

“Do you have any siblings? You mentioned a cousin before,” you prodded.

“No, I don’t. My parents were workaholics. It was a miracle that they even had me,” he laughs humorlessly.

“Oh…” you said ruefully.

“I was a latchkey kid, growing up. One of my neighbors was really cool–kind of took pity on me and would look in every now and then to make sure I was okay until my parents got home.”

You look at him sullenly.

He notices the sad look on your face. “It’s alright–I’d like to think that I turned out okay.”

You gave him a small smile. “You seem like a good person,” you say to him sincerely. “But is that–” you cleared your throat. “Is that how…you know, you got into–this business?”

He laughed. “Uh–one would think that something like that would push somebody to do unconventional things. But no–that’s not why I got into this.”

“So…why then?”

He sighed. “After I moved out of my parents’ house, I didn’t really know what to do. I worked from one job to another. I was kind of over it…and to be honest, I needed the money. I was too proud to ask my parents for help.”

He paused then clicked his teeth. “And then…one day, I was venting to one of my coworkers. He gave me the lead on this ‘special’ dating app.” He gestured with air quotes. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. Plus, I had no reason to doubt him. He wasn’t bad looking—he had the dimples going for him, you know?”

You chuckle softly but stayed silent while he continued.

“Anyway, he brought me over to meet the guy behind the app to get me permission so I can get on it. He looked unassuming at first. He looked like an actor with these broad shoulders—but you could tell that he gave off this energy that could tame a brat in seconds.”

They fitted him with a suit and sent him out on his first date. The rest was history.

“But why be an escort? Weren’t you scared or didn’t you feel weird with that job?”

“Honestly, I just did what I had to. The app gives us enough protection. And why be an escort?” He chuckled as he repeated your question. “Women, money, and a good time. I was pretty young…I thought, why not?”

You laughed. You didn’t feel judgmental towards him. You were just curious and found it genuinely fascinating. And you agreed with him. “Right. When you’re young, you’re a lot more adventurous.”

He nods solemnly before clearing his throat. “What about…your real dad?” he asks, treading carefully.

The topic of your dad was no longer a sore spot for you. If anything, it was an ugly but faded scar that had healed. It was there and you didn’t mind talking about it when people asked.

You sighed. “I barely have any contact with him,” you began matter-of-factly. “He left me and my mom when I was really young. He came by my school once to try and explain things but–I didn’t really understand what was going on. He reached out to me again after high school. A valiant effort on his part but, at that point, my stepdad had long filled that emptiness in my life,” you say. 

“Anyway, he sends the occasional greeting card and I do the same,” you shrugged then smiled wryly.

You haven’t talked about your dad in years. Even when you were still with Haru, he didn’t really ask about him much. You figured Taehyung already gave him a heads up about it being an awkward topic for you since you were younger so he never really pressed you.

It felt somewhat natural just talking to Jungkook about it…about anything, really. In a span of days, you felt more of an open book to him compared to years with Haru. In the back of your mind, you had a feeling that maybe Jungkook felt the same while he shared bits about himself with you.

You paused for a beat, considering your next question. “Do you think we’re crossing a line?”

He regards you intently. “Which line is that?” In all honesty, it seemed like a dumb question to ask as you were fully aware that you had, in fact, crossed the line with him. Several times last night…and twice this morning before coming down for breakfast.

You sighed deeply. “I assume by now you’ve guessed that I’m a bit of an overthinker-slash-overanalyzer. It is part of my day job so it’s hard to fall out of it when it comes to living my normal life.”

He chuckled softly.

“I just…” you caught your lower lip with your teeth. “I know that our time together is almost over and I guess…I’ve suddenly made the unconscious decision to get to know you–”

“You mean ‘we,’” he corrected. “We decided to get to know each other.”

You couldn’t help but think that you were going through this process backward. Have the sex first, and then get to know each other? It wasn’t even supposed to be this way. You brought him as sort of a human shield to protect you from your family’s ‘concerns’ and ultimately show up Haru.

You gave him a small smile. “I feel…” You struggled to get the words out of your mouth. “I’m fully aware that we started off with this business arrangement and I don’t…I don’t want to invade your privacy, so to speak.”

“Why would you think you’d be invading my privacy? I’m answering your questions, being open to you…”

You shrugged. “And I appreciate that. I just can’t help but…feel a little sad.”

“How come?” His brows knit in confusion.

You stare at him for a bit–wanting to just come out with it but you lose your nerve and shook your head softly “It’s stupid,” you say dismissively before turning your head away. Quite the pivot from the YN who practically seduced him to get in bed with you last night.

“C’mon, tell me,” he urges softly. “I won’t think it’s stupid.”

“No, no…you’ll laugh.”

You felt like you were being such an idiot about it or that it was all just in your head but…waking up this morning to him felt different. Admittedly, you were scared to lean into these feelings. Because, if it turns out that you had completely misread him and you leaned in too far—you’d fall without anyone there to catch you. And it will hurt. A lot.

“Okay, now you have me curious,” he presses on. “Tell me. I won’t laugh, I promise,” he says seriously. “Why do you feel sad?”

You clicked your teeth and released a shaky breath. “Because…I’m getting to know you now but then…after this, I won’t get to see you again,” you admit quietly.

He turns his head away briefly and lets out a soft chuckle.

You rolled your eyes. “See? I knew it–it was stupid,” you say, slightly embarrassed.

“I’m not laughing because of that, I swear,” he says.

“Yes, but you’re laughing at me,” you say with a hint of annoyance.

“I swear, I’m not,” he says seriously.

“Then why are you laughing?” You finally ask him.

He looks you straight in the eye before responding. “Because–I feel the exact same way,” he reveals. “I’ve never gotten to know anybody like you.”

Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows at him and roll your eyes. “Shut up,” you chuckled at what you thought was an attempt at flattery.

“I’m serious,” he insists. “I do feel sad, too.” He lets out an incredibly deep sigh. “I’ve…always had this…perimeter I’ve built around myself. Everything I’ve ever done in the last few years–I’ve never gone beyond that because of the nature of this business. Women hire me to put up an illusion. For me to fulfill that, I had to come up with a persona that was separate from my reality.  And that was part of the reason why I decided to take a step back from this whole thing.”

“Why did you take a step back?” You folded your knees up to your chest and rested your head on them, listening to him intently.

He sighed. “I got tired of being who other people wanted me to be. It gets old after some time. And there was something that my last client said to me–at the funeral,” he clarifies.

Your mouth made an ‘o’ shape as you recalled him answering your question about the ‘oddest’ booking he’s ever had.

“It was a weird setup for me at first and I was really close to canceling until we got to talking. She told me that she and her husband met each other really late in life–they had no children. When he was gone, she felt more alone than she did all those years before she met him.”

“Oh my–that’s…tragic,” you commented.

“It is, but she gave me some really good advice. She said that…she hasn’t had many regrets in life except for one–and that was, not meeting her husband soon enough. Everyone is entitled to experience real love at least once in their life.” He paused to stare off into the horizon as the sun began to set.

“It just made me think…maybe I wanted something like that for myself, too.” He says it in earnest–like somebody who still closed their eyes to make a wish right before they blew out their birthday candles.

“And…have you found it?” You asked carefully.

“Maybe,” he says vaguely. “Funny enough, I received almost the same advice today from somebody else,” he says with a smile.

You recall a moment when you saw him and your dad chatting at the chapel this morning while you and the others were going through the ceremony’s run-through. You never thought to ask Jungkook what they talked about.

“Is this why you never do weddings? Because it brings out all of these sentimental thoughts?”

He threw his head back and laughed heartily. “In a way, I guess? Personally, I feel like it’s the most difficult setting to try and fake your way to being in love.”

“Why’s that?”

He shrugs noncommittally. “People look at the couple and they automatically try to project their hopes and dreams towards them,” he says with a hint of cynicism.

You scoffed. “And you being the guy who’s built a perimeter around himself–don’t want to project any of those hopes and dreams?”

He threw his hands up in the air and lifted his shoulders. “What can I say? It’s bad for business,” he said with a chuckle.

You laughed. “So–I have to ask…when you quit, what did you do? Did you just sit around or–got a boring old desk job or something?”

He gives you a knowing smile. “Oh, I’ve got a job–it’s not at a desk and certainly not boring.”

You stared at him silently for a few seconds, more intrigued than ever. “Well? What’s with the whole mystery? What’s your day job?”

He snorted. “You’re going to laugh but–I’m actually–”

“YN! Jungkook!”

Both your heads whip around to see Jimin run out from the patio calling out for you.

“Geez, neither of you was picking up your phones! It’s almost time for dinner. Are you guys good? The shuttles will come to pick us up soon so you both need to hustle if you need to wash up or anything like that.”

“Oh shit,” you said. “I didn’t realize what time it was!” You pulled your phone out and realized that the network coverage was little to none out by the beach. You still had to shower and pull yourself together–the last part of your conversation, all but forgotten.

Jungkook gets up quickly and stretches his hand out to help you up. You dust the sand off your butt and your palms before starting back toward the hotel.

“I’ll see you guys at the lobby in half an hour,” Jimin says as he turns on his heel and walks back indoors.

After yelling out your thanks to him, Jungkook put his hand on the small of your back as you both walked through the sand and back up indoors.

You turned to him. “Thanks for the conversation,” you say to him.

“It was my pleasure. And thank you as well,” he says. “Would you be weirded out if I said that I was going to miss this?”

You gasped softly and felt your cheeks heat up. “Not at all. I’m…going to miss it, too. I’d miss you, I think.”

“You think?” He says, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

You roll your eyes. “Okay, yes–I will miss you,” you shove his arm playfully.

He chuckles. “Good, because I won’t just miss this… I’ll miss you, too.”

You both turn quiet all of a sudden. Now, it felt like the longest walk back to the hotel ever. As you approach the elevators, he clears his throat before his next question takes you aback.

“So, is anybody picking you up from the airport on Sunday? You know, when we get back?”

“No, I was just going to take a cab or call a rideshare.”

“I, uh…happened to park in the long-term lot.” He says nonchalantly as he pushes the ‘up’ button. “I don’t mind giving you a lift.”

You chuckled at the thought. Why turn down a free ride? The airport was always hell anyway on Sundays. “Sure,“ you say just as casually.

“It’s the least I could do, you know,” he mumbles.

“Yeah…that sounds…efficient,” you say, trying to stifle a grin while you watch the numbers on the top screen wind down closer to the lobby.

“Right. And…speaking of efficiency…maybe if you’re hungry, we can go grab dinner or something,” adds sheepishly.

You turn and look at him pointedly. His expression changes into a worrisome one and he tries to walk his comments back. “I mean–only…only if you want to–” 

“Well, it’s a long flight back and I hate airline food,” you interrupted him. “A proper dinner would be nice,” you said with a small smile.

Seconds later, you both break into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry…I’m not usually this bad,” he says apologetically, between laughs while slowly reaching for your hand and lacing his fingers with yours. 

“You did just fine,” you smiled as you walked into the elevator cab. “I promise I’ll leave it off your rating,” you teased as you leaned your head onto his shoulder.

“You like Italian food?” he asks, visibly relaxing.

“Eh, just bring me to a place that serves good galbi and I’m happy.”

“Perfect,” he says, beaming as the doors shut.

This was not the same man who made your stomach drop that day he showed up on the plane. That man was an illusion. A figment of what he thought women fantasize about. Admittedly, he was everything you thought a perfect guy would be. An unattainable expectation.

For a moment, a memory of your drunken night flashes in your mind.

Are you real?

Tonight, he sure felt and looked like it.

******

After a quick shower, you both pulled yourselves together in record time. Dressing in the same room, exchanging glances, watching as the other put an item of clothing on—while at the same time imagining taking it off later tonight.

He reaches for his tie and drapes it around his neck. As he grabbed either side, preparing to cross his hand over, you sauntered over and offered to tie it for him.

He knew how to tie his own tie. You’ve watched him do it in the last few days. Instead of declining, he releases his hold on the silky material, drops his hands at his sides, and lets you.

You just needed an excuse to be close to him. He watched amusingly while you carefully looped the material. It wasn’t long before you felt his hands snake up your sides, resting on your hips.

When you were ready, you held onto the knotted portion at the top and pulled at the bottom to tighten it around his neck. Once you got to the base of his neck and before you pulled it any tighter, you asked him, “Nice and tight?”

He smirked at you, remembering your little shoe-moment from the lobby a couple days ago. “Just the way I like it.”

You smiled back at him, folded his collar, securing the points to the buttons.

“Thank you,” he mouthed. “My pleasure,” you replied, sliding your hands slowly down his chest before wrenching away from him.

“Hold on,” he says darkly.

You turned back around to see him slowly advancing towards you. You arched an eyebrow at him in curiosity.

His arms snakes around your waist, pulling you back close to him again to kiss you.

When he pulls away, his hand is already making quick work of undoing his belt. “J-Jungkook, we need be downstairs in 15–”

“I know,” he interjects while pulling a condom out of his back pocket. “I just need 7 minutes–max.” He holds the packet between his teeth, hand already pulling up the hem of your skirt to slide his finger past your panties.

“Fuck it,” you muttered as you wiggled out of your panties, turning around for him and pulling your skirt up past your waist. You let out a low growl when you felt him shove his cock into you from behind.

******

Jimin eyed you both suspiciously when you stepped out of the elevator–with two minutes to spare. You and Jungkook giggled and exchanged looks during the whole ride to the restaurant. He decided that this was something that he didn’t need to ask to know what it was all about.

There was a short cocktail reception while staff finished setting up the banquet room for family and the wedding party. Compared to the week’s previous events, which included all guests, the rehearsal dinner was much more intimate and only included family, the wedding party, and their respective dates.

“Are you ready for the big day tomorrow, Tae? Nervous?”

He smiled sheepishly and rubbed his neck. “Not at all,” he says. “I’m…oddly very calm about everything.”

“Really?”

He nods in earnest. “Really. Is it wrong to feel that way?”

You laugh softly at him. “I don’t think there’s a right or wrong way to feel. If you feel relaxed and assured–then that is the right feeling for you.”

“‘Assured.’ I like that word,” he says quietly.

“Have you written your vows?” Jungkook chimes in.

“I tried,” Taehyung says. “But–I feel like I’d rather just speak from the heart, you know? I know how I feel about Jennie and it’s hard for me to put all that into words because…that could all change.”

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Change in what way?”

“Oh, not like that,” he says with a laugh. “No–I mean…it’s kind of corny but each day that passes, I never love her the same way I did the previous day. I think that my love for her just grows and evolves. And tomorrow, when we’re standing face to face at that altar, I want to tell her how much I love her that day, right in that moment…rather than read off something that I’m not feeling anymore.” He finishes with one of his boxy smiles.

You stared at your brother in awe–eyes watering at how deeply he felt for his soon-to-be wife.

“Oh, Taehyungie,” your voice quavered as you hugged him.

“That’s…wow…I couldn’t have said it better myself, man.” Jungkook remarked.

You pulled away, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “Yes, seriously. My God! Jennie is one lucky woman.”

Taehyung gets all shy, shoving a hand in his pocket, and shrugs his shoulders. ”I’m marrying the girl of my dreams. Everything is…just the way it’s supposed to be. The only thing I wished I could change is–I wish I could marry her right this second,” he laughed.

“Well–it will come soon enough, Tyeongie,” you smiled at him.

“Do you want another drink, YN?”

“Uhh…just a club soda, please. I’d rather we get some food in first before I have another glass. I know for sure Mindi and Jiminie will want the alcohol flowing for karaoke later,” you mumbled.

He nodded. “Tae, can I get you anything?”

He declines, saying that he was good with his bottled water for now.

“Alright. I’ll be right back,” he smiled, giving you a quick peck on the lips before walking away.

Taehyung groaned. “At least Jiminie is in control of alcohol. He knows everyone’s limits–including dad,” he says.

You sighed. “He’s really been into the merriment this whole week,” you pointed out.

“Yeah,” he says in a low voice. “I’m just glad that he’s happy…he’s letting loose. Next week, he’s going back to his usual diet,” he chuckled.

“Well…he’s not getting any younger,” you say.

“True.” He then looks over your shoulder to find your dad calling him over. “Speaking of–I think he needs me. I’ll catch you in a few, ‘kay?’”

You smiled as he planted a kiss on your cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” you replied, watching him walk away.

You had all but a few seconds of quiet when you heard your name being called by a familiar voice.

You turned around to look. “Hi, Haru.”

“Hey,” he says quietly. “How’s your week going?”

Bit of a weird start to this conversation but you hoped it would be short and Jungkook would be back at your side soon. “Great! And you?”

He bobs his head in an awkward nod. “Pretty good. I feel like–this is the longest conversation we’ve had in a long time.”

You let out a dry laugh. “I guess you could say that. I’m…a bit preoccupied, as you can see.”

“Yes, I see that,” he says under his breath. He then shifted his feet and cleared his throat. “Listen, uhm…I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

You gave him a wry smile. “About?”

He cleared his throat again. “You know how…one thinks that they have a good grasp on what you’re supposed to do and what you’re not supposed to do—but then…as it turns out, one discovers that it’s hard to discern between those things after some deep reflection and such…because…it’s…uhm…sorry, a-are you following?” he stuttered.

You grimaced then sighed in exasperation. “Haru, what exactly are you trying to say?”

“I…” he lets out a shallow breath. “I feel that I…I need to tell you—“

He stopped short as he watched your eyes shift away from him. You smiled as you looked over his shoulder and Jungkook came into view.

“YN, you’re not listening to me,” Haru mutters in frustration.

“Haru,” you cut him off, turning your attention back to him. “You know what? It doesn’t really matter,” you say dismissively.

“W-what?”

You chuckled softly. “I’ll admit, I brought Jungkook here, mainly to torture you…slowly. Make you feel how I felt all that time…”

His eyebrows knitted at you. “I—“

“It just made me realize that I’m so sick and tired of us now.” Your eyes flick over to Jungkook, who stood a few feet away. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. “…And that I could do so much better.” 

You turn to Haru once more. “I hope you have a good rest of the night.” You pat him on the chest before sidestepping him to walk back toward Jungkook.

You stopped right in front of him as he regarded you. “Was he giving you trouble?”

“I handled it,” you said confidently.

“Are you alright?”

You took another step closer to him, pressing your body against his. You tilted your chin up at him. “I’m good. Better, actually,” you uttered.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he says right before he meets you halfway and places a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Let’s go and take our seats?”

He nods and smiles while you walk towards your table hand-in-hand. You see him look back at Haru briefly. He looked lost and miserable. But you didn’t have to worry about that anymore. You were ready to move forward with your life.

******

“Alright, alright—everyone!” Your dad taps on his champagne glass to call the room’s attention.

“I uh–ahem,” he coughed. “Sorry about that–” he coughed again.

“Oof. I apologize.” He struggled to take a deep breath as if trying to fill his lungs desperately.

He huffed then smiled again. “Alright, now I’m ready.”

The room laughs.

“I just wanted to thank you all for being here. The wedding party, our family and closest friends—to celebrate Jennie and Taehyung. You’ve all been very supportive of them from the beginning and it makes me happy to know that these two have a great support system going into their marriage.”

While you watch and listen to your dad, you lean back against Jungkook. He places a kiss on your bare shoulder and then on your hair before nuzzling into it.

“You need that in life. A great support system. Doesn’t necessarily have to be family…but just a group of people or a person who loves you for everything that you are…flaws and all. And you love them just the same.”

His words felt surreal. It made you turn your head to face Jungkook.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you smiled. “I’m just glad that you’re here with me.”

He smiled back. “Me, too.”

You leaned in and kissed him softly, before turning your attention back to the head of the table.

Whatever line you had drawn between you two, that was long gone even before you agreed to spend time with him after this trip. You knew that already but had only come to accept that fact now.

“And finally, to Jennie and Taehyung,” he turns to the couple.

“Take care of each other. And always remember, we love you both, from the bottom of our—“

Your dad stopped short, bulging his eyes out, mouth agape as if the air had been sucked out of the room.

Something was not right.

“Jae? Darling?” Your mom grabs his wrist.

He turned to her, white as a ghost before he collapsed to the floor. Your mom yelps as she tries to break his fall.

“Dad!” You and Taehyung exclaim simultaneously, scrambling to get to him.

“Dad, dad!” Taehyung taps on his cheek.

“Dad,” you squeeze his hand and his fingertips. They were cold as ice.

You knew he hadn’t been feeling well. All the drinking and binge-eating this week haven’t helped. He was happy, just being around family…he was in a celebratory mood. Perhaps he went a little too hard trying to keep up with everyone.

“Jungkook, Jungkook–please, please, help my dad–please!” Taehyung, on the verge of tears, begs him.

You glance at Jungkook and visibly panic–not just because of your dad possibly having suffered a stroke or a heart attack but because you remembered that you made up a cover story about your fake boyfriend being an actual doctor.

Fuck.

“Uh–T-Tae, we should call an–” you say in a rush but Jungkook already springs into action and is at your dad’s side in an instant. He straightens your dad’s arms and legs and makes sure that he’s flat on his back. He calls your dad’s name twice–no response. He taps on his collarbone a few times–no response. He puts his forefinger and middle and presses it to his neck to check for a pulse.

“He has a pulse but it’s weak,” he says. 

He looks up to your brother. “Taehyung, can you ask the staff if they have a defibrillator here?” While Taehyung runs off to find a staff member, Jungkook undoes his cuffs quickly and rolls them up, ripping your dad’s shirt open and tearing his undershirt down the middle with his bare hands.

“What medication is he on?” He asks you and your mom.

You were frozen and in shock, trying to figure out why he started asking about your dad’s medical history as if he would know what to do with it. Your mom quickly rattled off a list of your dad’s meds along with the dosage.

“Has he missed any of them this week? Some of those you have to take in tandem,” he says. 

“He…he told me did but said he took them as soon as he remembered,” your mom trailed off.

He nodded before turning his attention to you. “Baby, I need you to call an ambulance, now.”

His voice barely registers in your head but he reaches across to grab onto your wrist firmly, which knocks you back to the present. “YN–I need you to focus, please. Call an ambulance,” he says firmly.

You nod absently, getting up off the floor and retrieving your phone off the table to dial the emergency number.

You and everyone else watch in shock as Jungkook laces his fingers, placing them on your dad’s bare chest to start compressions. You are extremely befuddled and frozen on the spot as the whole scene unfolds in front of you.

You speak to the emergency dispatch operator, almost robotically as you watch Jungkook get to work. After confirming that an ambulance and first responders are on the way, they ask you to stay on the line to describe your dad’s condition.

Taehyung runs out with the restaurant manager, bringing the automated external defibrillator. “Here, they have one–”

“Okay–I need you–to continue compressions. Can you do that for me?” Jungkook asks Taehyung in between counts.

“Yeah, I-I mean, yes–” Taehyung answers shakily as he kneels down to take over Jungkook, taking over CPR, showing him the correct rhythm of compressions.

Once Taehyung gets the hang of it, Jungkook opens the AED case and glances up at you –wide-eyed with your mouth agape.

He grimaces internally, thinking he’d explain this all to you once he’s at least helped stabilize your dad or when emergency first responders arrive–whichever comes first.

Jungkook pulls out the pads from the case while the AED pack gives automated voice prompts–which he ignores because it looked like he didn’t need further instructions. He encourages Taehyung to continue chest compressions. 

He peels the protective backing on each pad and carefully sticks them on your dad’s chest–one right below his right shoulder and on his left side.

Evaluating heart rhythm… the machine prompts.

“Okay, Taehyung, stand back,” Jungkook holds his arms out. “Stand clear.” He says loudly–not just for you and your mom but for everyone in the room to hear.

Stand by. Preparing to shock.

“Clear!” He says again.

Do not touch the patient.

“Clear!”

Delivering shock.

Jungkook puts his hands up as the machine beeps loudly several times, making you flinch as you watch in horror.

Shock delivered. Provide chest compressions and rescue breaths.

He tilts your dad’s chin up and resumes chest compressions. After he blows into your dad’s mouth he shifts and continues compressions again. Not long after, your dad lets out an audible gasp of air–which you, Taehyung, and your mother let out as well.

Moving quickly, Jungkook puts him in a recovery position, rolling him on his left side with one leg bent, an arm across his chest while the other is on his cheek to keep his airway open.

“You’re gonna be okay…you’ll be okay…help is coming. Just hang in there,” he whispers to your dad. Your mom rests her hand on your dad’s leg and lets out a sob.

Just then, emergency personnel rush in, telling everyone to clear the way as they attend to your dad. Jungkook rises as the EMTs take over. As you comfort your mother, you watch him fill in the lead, letting her know that an electric shock was deployed but that he still had to do chest compressions afterward. You also thought that he vaguely mentioned the word ‘tachycardia’ and that your dad will probably need ‘push epi.’ These were terms that you’ve only heard in medical dramas.

Since your mother was distraught, Jungkook beckons Taehyung to give them a rundown of your dad’s medical history. You watch as a second EMT injects your dad with the ‘epi’ that Jungkook referred to. Seconds later, your dad blinks his eyes open.

You, Taehyung, and your mom rush to him but the EMT warns you not to crowd him as he could be destabilized at any point before he gets to the hospital.

The other EMT asks who would like to ride along in the ambulance. There was only room for one.

“Ma, you should go,” you urged her. She was on autopilot. You’d never seen her this frantic before.

She nods absently while the EMTs roll the gurney through the room. While you all follow them out of the restaurant, you vaguely hear Jungkook’s conversation with the EMT as you pass them.

The lead EMT turns back to Jungkook. “Hey, would you like to ride along with us, too? Maybe it would comfort him to have someone who’s family and a professional as well.”

“Ah, thanks for the offer. I have to go see my girl first but I’m sure he’s in great hands now.”

“Alright. Thanks for getting to him quickly. He should feel very lucky that you were there,” they utter before shaking his hand.

He nods, mouthing something inaudible.

You walk with your mom, Taehyung, and Jennie following behind. You watch them load the stretcher to the back of the ambulance followed by your mom climbing up.

The EMT connects your dad to a few monitors hooked up in the ambulance to monitor his vitals. 

He blinks lazily at you and Taehyung, slowly tapping himself right above his chest. It was his sign of telling you both that he’d be okay.

The second EMT shuts the doors and tells you which hospital they would be transporting him to before hopping into the driver seat and heading out.

As the sound of the sirens fades away, Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair. “Shit…uh—I uh, have dad’s spare keys to the Jag back at the hotel. Do you want to come with me to the hospital?” He asks you.

“Uh…” You look at Jennie, who’s in shock, wondering if she’d rather go to comfort Taehyung.

“Yeah, you and Tae should go. I’ll stay with my parents and let everyone know what’s going on,” she says.

You nodded absently. “O-okay. You’re sure?”

“Of course,” she says. “I’ll ask Mindi to help me get everyone settled.”

You felt bad that Jennie had to deal with this on the night before her wedding. No bride would ever dream that something like this could or would happen. But she was trying to put on a brave face for Taehyung.

“Do you and Tae want to take one of the shuttles back to the hotel to get your dad’s car? I’m sure we can try to squeeze everyone into the other or–”

“Or some of us can wait a bit, too–for a second trip back,” Jungkook interrupts quietly as he joins you all by the front.

You almost forgot about his heroic efforts minutes ago.

“I can help round up everyone, Jennie, if you want?” She nodded in gratitude.

Just then, Taehyung rushes to him and hugs him tightly. “Thank you, Jungkook.” He lets out a sob.

“I just did what I had to do,” Jungkook mutters.

When Taehyung pulls away, he turns to you once more. “You want to head out soon, YN?”

“Y-yeah, I just need to talk to Jungkook for a second, if that’s okay. I won’t take long, I promise.”

Taehyung nods and walks off with Jennie.

When you were alone, you turned to Jungkook. “Sorry, let me ex–” You threw your hands up around him before he could finish–which took him completely by surprise. You sob into his chest as he rubs your back to comfort you.

“Hey…hey…” he says soothingly in your ear. “He’ll be okay. We got to him quickly. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” He wasn’t actually sure of that but he wanted to comfort you so badly.

You pull away from him. “Oh my god–if…if you weren’t there–I don’t…I don’t know–” you sobbed.

“Sshh…He’ll be fine. They just need to run some tests. The EMTs said that we acted fast and that makes a huge difference in situations like this,” he says, wiping your tears away.

“But…how? H-how did you…d-did you take CPR classes? Have you watched a lot of medical dramas?”

You watched as his face changed. He caught his lips with his teeth–considering his answer. “So…I’ve been meaning to tell you earlier–before we got interrupted…you know, when you asked about my day job?”

“A-and?” The suspense was killing you.

“I’m…a doctor,” he says slowly, his lips twisting in a wry smile.

Then your jaw dropped.

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Coquet, Part 6 | JJK

Coquet, Part 6

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: SLOW BURN!; excessive cussing; A LOT of sexual tension; very explicit sexual conversations; vulnerable confessions; fluffy dance class; fluffy conversations; some angst; naked tub-talk; heavy teasing; food play; oral sex (F-receiving); nipple/breast play; protected sex; dirty talk; multiple orgasms; hyperstimulation; STAMINA! (IDC, it's a fic so I can do whatever I want 😂 ); spooning; bed-sharing

Word count: 9.6K+ words (Eeps! Sorrryyyyy)

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: So...I went from 0 to 120...Literally from having no idea to having ALL of the ideas 😂 Also, I did my best to look at ballroom dance videos. Please take it with a grain of salt. It’s meant to be fluffy and angsty! I really went through it with this chapter…literally could not get these two off my mind! I also may or may not have listened to Usher's "Seduction" on repeat. That said, I'll shut up now so you can all get to it. 🍸

Blinking up at the ceiling, you realized you’d fallen asleep. Specks of sunlight peeked into the room–but not so harshly where it aggravated your dull headache. Whoever invented blackout curtains needed to be given a Nobel Prize…stat!

You took a deep breath, but as soon as you released it, panic hit–the horrible inevitability of waking from a blissful dream into a nightmare reality. You had vague memories of the last few hours. The drinks. The dancing. The flirting with random guys. The trip to the ATM machine. 

Jungkook…

You turn your head sharply to the other side of the bed to find it empty. The pillow tucked neatly under the sheets.

“Fuck!” You jump out of the bed immediately to find your purse. You hoped to god that he didn’t see all of that cash that you stuffed into your tiny clutch–cash you planned on paying him to have sex with you.

You spot it by the TV, sitting in the tray next to the hotel-standard ice bucket. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and gripped your forehead. And it wasn’t just because of the hangover that was finally hitting you.

Did anything happen? You weren’t sure. You had fragments of memories from last night. But while you pondered on those, traces of bile made its way up from your gut, coating your tongue. You run into the bathroom, barely making it, then upchuck into the toilet bowl.

******

Before you hopped into the shower, you texted him. You stood there for a couple of minutes to wait for a response, but it didn’t come. You sighed, figuring that you might hear back from him by the time you were done washing up.

You looked at yourself in the mirror briefly, finally seeing the clothes that you had fallen asleep in. The last thing you remember before blacking out was him laying you on the bed, locked in a passionate kiss. Sometime after that, he may have taken your dress off and wiped your makeup off…even slipped one of his t-shirts on you. You lifted the material up to your nose and took a whiff of it. It smelled just like him.

You suddenly felt immense guilt. You vaguely remember being laser-focused on fucking him after you got back from the club…but you didn’t pace yourself and ended up making impulsive decisions. Maybe he was pissed off that you passed out on him and gave him blue balls? 

You had feared the worst but tried to brush the thought aside. Maybe he was just downstairs grabbing coffee or decided to take a walk?

Without you.

Feeling resigned, you decide to step into the shower stall. Perhaps he would be back once you were done.

After a haphazard shower, you stepped out to find that Jungkook still hadn’t texted you back or called. Unlike yesterday, there was no breakfast, nor coffee laid out for you today.

You threw on some sweats and picked up the clothes that you slept in off the bathroom floor and put them in your laundry bag. You could at least leave that for housekeeping later today to wash and give his shirt back to him when it was clean.

Your phone pings with an incoming text. You rushed over to check thinking that it was Jungkook finally responding to your earlier messages.

Nope, it was just Jennie. She wanted to check to make sure that you were alive and still up for dance class today.

Fuuuuck…dance class. You squeezed your eyes shut once more and grimaced.

A follow-up text popped up on her message screen saying that Jungkook was at the coffee shop by himself and when she asked where you were, he said something about letting you sleep in.

You decided that it was better to have that uncomfortable conversation sooner rather than later. One thing you didn’t want was for this relationship with Jungkook to sour when you were so close to the end of your business arrangement.

******

You wander downstairs to the hotel coffee shop, standing by the doorway as you scan the room, searching for him.  You recognized a few of the girls and guys from the day before–all nursing the same hangover in their own ways.

“Heyyy,” Jimin greets you with a big smile as he strolls towards you. He looked like he had gotten 10 hours of sleep when in reality, he’d only slept for 2. But your cousin has always been like that ever since you were old enough to drink together. You’d gone on trips to Vegas, New Orleans…even booze cruises to Mexico. He could drink anyone under the table.

“Uh, hey, Chim,” you croaked out, still a bit distracted.

He chuckled. “Oof, you sound just as horrible as you look.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Fuck you very much,” you say dryly.

“At least you smell clean,” he says with a teasing grin. 

You roll your eyes at him then see him carrying a paper bag. “Oh, these are for Mindi and Taehyung,” he says, answering your silent question. “Taehyungie asked me to grab him some food. And Mindi couldn’t get out of bed so—I’m trying to be a good big brother and get her something to make her feel better.”

“That’s sweet of you,” you commented.

“Jimin-ah! Why aren’t you dressed yet?” His mom, your Auntie Dahlia remarks as she approaches him.

“Ma, we have like, another hour and a half before we leave. Tyeongie went back to sleep for a bit.”

“Aish…And I can tell from this that you haven’t showered yet,” she says, ignoring his last comment while she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling traces of hair product.

“Eomma, can’t I at least get a medal for being the least hungover of this group?”

“Sweetheart, that is not an achievement to be proud of. Now please, start pulling yourself together and see about getting Mindi up, too. I’m not about to be embarrassed with you all being late to this dance class,” she scolds him.

Jimin turns his face away from her and subtly rolls his eyes.

“How are you, honey?” She turns to you.

“I’m okay, auntie. Thank you for asking,” you smiled tightly.

Before she gets another word in, your mother closes in. “Oh, YN–did you forget to put on your retinol mask before going to bed last night?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes at your mother. She had the worst timing, really. “Rosie–you’re not trying to push your beauty routine on YN again, are you?” Your dad remarks as he approaches her from behind.

You smiled warmly at him then furrowed your brows once you got a good look at him. “Dad, you’re looking a little pale. I know you didn’t party with the guys but–are you okay?”

He waves you off. “Oh, I’m fine, honey–”

“He missed a dose of his medicine and felt a little faint earlier,” your mom says with a hint of ‘I- told-you-so’ to her voice.

He sighed. “I took it once I remembered it,” he corrected her. “Besides, I just need to lie down. I needed some orange juice to raise my blood sugar.”

You look at him suspiciously. “Okay but–no more skipping! Do you want me to adjust the reminders on your phone?”

“That’s not necessary, YN. I’ll be fine. I won’t miss it, I promise.” He smiles before giving you a kiss on your temple before he walks off with your mother.

“Jimin-ah!” Auntie Dahlia says, giving Jimin a stern look–she did not need to repeat herself.

“Yes, eomma,” he says, sighing in exasperation after she walks away.

“So…you’re joining us for dance class?” You ask him.

He nods. “I’ve been drafted. Haru was supposed to partner up with Mindi but since he didn’t get in until half an hour ago, eomma figured he’d be useless so she asked me to do it. The instructor is a friend of hers from her swing-dance classes.”

“Oh…okay then. Listen, have you seen uh—“

“Yeah,” he cuts you off. “He’s at a corner table by the back room.”

You nodded, thanking him before he walked off.

******

You round the corner into the back room and found him just where Jimin said he was at. He was on his phone, mumbling into it. He lifted his eyes briefly, saw you walking towards him and rushed to sign off.

As soon as you reach him, he hangs up and puts his phone down, clicking the button to lock the screen.

You sit down opposite him and a server immediately approaches you, handing you a menu. Before they walk off, you quickly request for a pot of coffee and a glass of water.

When you turn your attention back to him, he’s scrolling through his phone again.

“Did you sleep well last night?” He asks absentmindedly without looking at you.

“Uh…yeah. A-and you?” You ask meekly.

He sighed heavily. “Somewhat. I don’t need much sleep anyway,” he says in a clipped tone.

After a long period of silence, you decided to get straight to the point.

“So…last night. Did…did anything happen, you know…between us?”

“If you’re wondering if we had sex, the answer is ‘no’,” he says contritely.

He was incensed…understandably so. You reeled him in with the promise of sex, only to leave him hanging. What kind of guy did you expect to be completely fine with that?

You blew out a breath. 

“You seem relieved,” he points out sarcastically.

“N-no, that’s not…no.” You protest quietly. He shrugged. “Sure sounds like it.”

“A-are you upset with me?”

He lets out a bitter chuckle, finally peeling his eyes away from his phone screen to look at you. “Now why would I be upset?”

“Look…” you lowered your voice and looked around briefly before continuing. “I know you saw the money. I want to explain—“

“That’s not necessary. Nothing happened! No harm done,” he says icily before turning back to his phone.

“You say that but your face and tone tells me otherwise. Have I offended you?”

His nostrils flare, trying to rein in his annoyance before looking back at you again.

“Why would I be offended? You paid for me to come out here and pretend to be your adoring boyfriend. I did tell you that anything more intimate than kissing was extra and you did just that. It’s all part of the package,” he shrugs nonchalantly.

His words stung you. When you begged him to kiss you last night, he seemed eager to waive that fee. It was as if he wanted to kiss and touch you out of his own volition. Business arrangement, notwithstanding.

“Is that so? Whatever happened to ‘I’ll bill you later?’” You say, throwing last night’s remark back at him. 

His eyebrows lift. “Ah, so you do remember last night.”

“I only…only remember fragments,” you say honestly. You don’t remember what else you said or did to or with him.

The context was too hazy for you and you wished you hadn’t drank that much. Then again, if you hadn’t taken in that much alcohol, would you still have come on to him like that?

He chuckled bitterly. “Well isn’t that incredibly convenient? Do you also remember deliberately withdrawing the money to pay for sex last night? Or was that part of your missing memory, too?”

You gasped at his comment but stopped short when the server returned with your coffee and water. They asked if you were ready to order but asked them for a few more minutes to decide.

You turn your attention back to Jungkook, who was now glaring at you. 

You glowered back at him. “Well, excuse me for trying to be considerate! I only did that because…because I didn’t want you to think that I was expecting anything for free. Or…that I was expecting anything at all,” you spit out.

He scoffed. “Then it’s a good thing that nothing happened. You get to keep your money,” he seethed.

“Okay, so what if I did actually intend to have sex with you? What was the proper way to go about it? You said that it was an option but you never clarified the terms! Should we have shaken hands or signed a contract addendum? Should I have given you the money upfront before anything happened?” you bit out. 

He rolled his eyes and leaned in. “I told you…sometimes it’s not always about the money.”

“If that’s the case then what are you so butthurt about?” You whispered harshly. 

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek. He wished that he could hide his disappointment but it was written all over his face. He was upset. Upset that you didn’t take him for the real thing. Upset you still saw him as nothing more than a service that you paid for. 

“I’m not butthurt about anything,” he lied through his teeth. “Let’s just drop it, okay?” He says dismissively. 

The server returns and you place your order. He sat while you devoured your breakfast before trudging back to your room to get ready for dance class.

You pass each other in the room while you get dressed without saying a word—fully intent on keeping a safe distance.

You were incredibly annoyed at him for being pissed at you because of some confusing yet unclear reason. After all that, you still had to spend the morning with your bodies pressed together.

Just fucking perfect. 

******

You and Jungkook sat in different seats in the shuttle on the way to the dance studio. Your talk during breakfast resulted in a stalemate–which you’d have to endure further here.

“Hey man,” Taehyung approached Jungkook, who was standing in one corner while you stood chattering with Mindi and Jennie.

“Hey–are you feeling better?” He asked.

“I’ve, uh…had better days.” Taehyung chuckled. “Jennie got a little mad at me this morning but after I told her that you helped me get back, she felt better about it.” Jungkook nodded.

“Also, just to let you know, I don’t normally drink that much. You can even ask YN–I’m a lightweight.”

“Then why would you let Haru keep forcing you to drink?”

Taehyung lifted a shoulder and twisted his mouth. “Haru has always said I’m too nice for my own good,” he says wryly. “Plus, I feel like he might have been acting out, I don’t know. I was just trying to be a good friend.”

“He should be lucky to have you on his side,” Jungkook comments.

“Speaking of luck, I just wanted to thank you again for getting me back safely. I’m glad that you were there.”

“It was nothing–it was the right thing to do,” Jungkook says gently.

“Well, I will say, my sister is lucky to have found you. With a guy like you? I don’t need to worry about her because I’m confident she’s in great hands.” He gives Jungkook's shoulder a firm squeeze before the teacher finally walks in to greet them.

He stands there, looking at you from across the room. His face softens as soon as realizes his fuckup. This was a collapse in your communication and he reacted emotionally. He lost his grip on logic there for a moment because…well, it was because of you. Each hour he spent talking to you, holding and kissing you–that grip kept loosening further.

He wanted to fix things. And even though he was still holding back, he wanted to know…had to know…if you felt the same.

******

“The wedding dance is an important dance in a couple’s life. A room full of family and friends…watching, smiling, taking bets as to how long the union will last. But remember–all you’ll have is each other and whatever skills you acquire here today.” The dance instructor then clasps their hands together and tells everyone to pair off.

You so badly wanted to walk towards Jimin but he was already getting into a hold with Mindi. You glower at Jungkook, who stretches out his hand unenthusiastically at you. You take it limply.

“Now, make sure you are pressed against each other–a little closer, dear,” she says as she pushes Mindi and Jimin together.

“Oh, god–I’m having war flashbacks from my junior prom,” Mindi groans.

“Dude, shut up! You could have just stayed at the hotel, you know–since Haru couldn’t drag his ass out of bed,” Jimin argues.

They bicker some more and only stop when the teacher tells them that she would tell their mother on them.

The teacher now moves over to you and Jungkook, pushing your hips closer together. You stiffen, almost trying to resist her–but you underestimate her size and strength. Eventually, she closes the gap between you.

“So, we’re doing a basic foxtrot. Nothing too crazy but I know Taehyungie wanted to try something unique for the wedding.”

Jennie was ecstatic–she definitely got her beauty sleep last night.

“Now, the men will lead with their left foot stepping forward, women will step back with their right, followed by two side steps. I’ll demonstrate.”

The teacher does it slowly while you all watch her reflection in the mirror. You go for a few tries–slowly at first until you all pick it up.

“The next step is the corner step. Now this is a really great element that we're going to use to one: change direction, and two: to help us avoid obstacles out on the dance floor, whether it may be other couples around us, or to just get us back to facing the direction we need to be traveling.”

She does a demonstration for the men and the steps for the women.

Jungkook releases his hold on you which was perfect timing since your palms were getting sweaty. You look away from him while you shake them off. When you look back, you see him typing a quick message into his phone before putting it away and returning to hold you again.

“Your mind is somewhere else.”

“It was but it’s back here now,” he deadpans.

“If you don’t want to be here, just say so,” you whispered harshly.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. ”I never said anything like that,” he mumbled.

“Okay, well can you at least pretend like you want to be here with me?” You glared at him.

“Who says I’m pretending?” 

Before you could answer, the teacher announced that you’d try the routine with music. She pushed a button on her controller, assuming it was for her sound system. The music swells with a track that you know only Taehyung would have picked.

You let out a huff as soon as Bobby Darin’s voice fills the room.

Call me irresponsible

Call me unreliable

The teacher begins the count to set the pace. “Now slow, slow, quick-quick…slow, slow, quick-quick.”

Throw in undependable too

Do my foolish alibis

Bother you

You glanced at Jimin and Mindi, who glided past you. Jimin twirled his sister around, breaking their hold for a moment before Mindi turns out and does a little arabesque. So much for being hungover.

Well I'm not too clever

I just adore you

Jungkook is reluctant to move and you look up at him. “What’s wrong, Jungkook? Two left feet?“ You say smugly. Thankfully, Auntie Dahlia had taken you, along with her children, to a couple of these classes when you were teenagers. You knew some of the basic steps so wouldn't be completely embarrassed.

Go on and call me unpredictable

Tell me that I'm impractical

His face visibly relaxed but narrows his eyes at your challenging tone. He flashed a smirk before propelling forward. You stumble a little at first but you regain your composure as he guides you through the floor.

Rainbows I'm inclined to pursue

You cover the entire room, gliding from wall to wall. Whirling and turning in time to the music. It’s effortless. Of course he can dance, you thought wryly.

You glide past Taehyung and Jennie, who was giggling as she watched both of you navigate the floor with ease.

You go ahead call irresponsible

I admit I'm unreliable

But it is undeniably true

You gasped as Jungkook takes you by surprise, picking you up off your feet to twirl you. Your hands instinctively grab onto his shoulders for support, as a lifted dancer would know. You couldn’t help but grin.

As the music winds down, he spins you one last time before finishing with a slow dip.

That I'm irresponsibly mad for you

The teacher is elated at everyone making her job easier. She then turns to Taehyung and Jennie to work more closely with them, seeing as the other couples didn’t need it.

When Jungkook pulled you back upright, you were practically nose to nose. Once you were hyper-aware of the closeness, you release each other. You uncomfortably shift, chewing at your bottom lip. You were pissed before but now you weren’t. You peered up at him and found him rubbing his earlobe. It looked like a nervous tick. You wanted to break the ice.

“Hey, I'm—“

“Listen, I—“

It seems that you both had the same thing in mind. But before either of you could speak again, Mindi interrupts.

“Unnie…can we please switch partners? Jimin-oppa is so annoying!” She stomps her feet petulantly.

“Excuse me? How ‘bout, a thank you, oppa—for not leaving me hanging because my intended asshole of a partner decided to be selfish…yet again…”

Mindi rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine thank-you, oppa!” She says sarcastically. “Now please…would you mind if we switch just this once?” She grimaces.

“Uh…if Jungkook is fine with it, I’m good,” you say carefully.

His eyebrows knit. “So, you’re just going to push me into the arms of another woman?” he says in a lighter, teasing tone.

“Just giving you some time to miss me, that’s all,” you smiled over your shoulder before walking over to Jimin. 

He chuckled as he got into hold with Mindi.

“Oh and Mindi-yah—“

“Yes, unnie?” She says excitedly.

“Can you please do me a favor and not look like you’re enjoying this too much? I’ll take him back in a heartbeat,” you say with a playful warning tone to her as Jimin stifles a laugh.

You and Jungkook exchange looks, smiling at each other. Whatever you had fought about was out the window but you knew that you still felt the need to talk about it. He did say that you both needed to stay honest with each other to make this arrangement work. And you wanted to…in more ways than one.

******

After you got back from dance class Jennie and Mindi wanted to hang out a bit and talk about wedding rehearsals tomorrow. Your mother also wanted to talk through some ideas with Jennie. She asked you to be there as a cushion–and to remind her that Jennie is the bride.

You didn’t get to talk much with Jungkook on the ride back and up until you got back to the hotel. The beach party was well underway. The staff put on a great spread, had a couple of bonfires going.

“YN?”

“Jennie, hey,” you smiled at her.

“Hey, thanks again for joining me and Tae earlier. That was so much fun!”

“Of course! It took me a while to brush up on the ballroom dancing basics but, I think we managed,” you smiled.

“Also, I can’t find Jungkook but I keep forgetting to personally thank him for bringing Taehyung back in one piece. I could fucking kill Haru for what he did,” she seethed.

She glowered at a distance where he stood mingling with his parents, still looking disheveled as he finally emerged from his room to join the festivities. You followed her line of sight to see that he was wearing sunglasses–after the sun had already set. His hangover must be hitting him hard.

You both turn to each other again, chuckling after you find each other rolling your eyes in unison.

“Seriously, though–please tell Jungkook that I’m very grateful to him.”

“Well, that’s…my man,” you smiled softly.

“You found a good one,” she says to you quietly. “Hang onto him.”

Your heart squeezes. You really needed to talk to Jungkook…and soon. You had to settle some things for your own peace of mind. All of these mixed signals or miscues–you needed some clarity.

“Before I forget…I’ve been thinking about last night and…I just felt bad about how I talked to you before our night ended. I want to tell you how sorry I am for being too snappy at you. I clearly should not be drinking too much,” she chuckled nervously. “I just get a little testy,” Jennie says apologetically.

You tilt your head to the side and softened your expression. “Oh, babe–if anything, I’m sorry for being a Debbie-downer by lingering on past drama. It was your night. I’m sorry if I messed things up,” you tell her.

She took a deep breath, took your hand and squeezed it. “Babe, you could never mess things up. You’ve been such a great friend to me.” There was something in her sad smile that made your brow furrow but you thought nothing of it.

Seconds later, you are pulled away by a couple of aunts who say that you have kept them waiting too long to talk about the new man in your life. You and Jennie shared a brief hug before she walked over to entertain her family.

******

Even though you and Jungkook were apart for the rest of the afternoon, you found ways to steal glances from each other. You’ve decided within you that you’d give yourself another 5 minutes in this conversation before you slip away and get him alone. You subtly set a timer on your phone and continue on with the conversation.

When your timer goes off, you excuse yourself, saying that you had to take a call. Once you turn around he was already there waiting behind you.

“Hey, mind if we talk?” 

“Yeah. I was just going to come and find you. Do you want to sit over here?” You gestured at an ornately assembled log bench a few feet away, made from found fallen trees and recycled wood. It looked like a piece of art in itself.

“Listen, I wanted to apologize for being a dick this morning.” He says immediately when you both sit.

“Jungkook–”

“No, please…let me finish,” he pleads. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation last night. I knew that you were drunk and–things got a little out of hand. I should have known better,” he explains.

He looks into your eyes in all sincerity. “Just so you know, that’s not something that I do. I’m not like that. If…if you ever wanted to do anything…intimate, I want you to be clear-headed and able to consent. And most of all, to remember that it happened.”

“I’m really sorry for passing out,” you lamented.

“That was out of your control,” he says understandingly.

“And the money–”

“Look…the money,” he sighed. “You were right this morning. I should have explained things and should have been more clear about it…you know, if that was your intention. We should have talked about it beforehand.”

He looks at you. He didn’t have a cold, distant look in his eyes–unlike this morning. He looked earnest and open to you.

You nodded. “I…I don’t know. I was making assumptions and I shouldn’t have.”

That piqued his curiosity. “Assumptions?”

“Y-yeah,” you took a deep, awkward breath and released it. Might as well show some honesty now, you thought. Assumptions and mixed signals wouldn’t get you far.

“I somehow had it in my head that…everything that you were doing meant something more,” you finally say, looking away.

He caught his lower lip with his teeth, fidgeting with his lip piercing. He swallows hard, feeling a pang of guilt. You were being honest to him and he owed you that much.

He gave you a small smile. “You know, I really enjoyed getting to know you this week. I feel this connection with you that–I haven’t felt with…others.”

And just like that, you had officially veered into a gray area. He was fully aware and finally acknowledged it within himself. It wouldn’t do him any good to lie his way through this conversation–not with you.

“I feel like this whole week, you’ve been learning so much about me. Too much, I’m afraid. And I realized that I haven’t really asked much about you.”

“My normal life is pretty boring, to be honest,” he says wryly. You chuckled at that. “I’d still like to know.” You gave him a look of reassurance.

He smiled nervously, taking a deep breath. He had never divulged much about his real life to his clients. It would burst the fantasy bubble.

You coax him further. “Come on, tell me about yourself. Do you have, like, an interesting birthmark? Maybe, a childhood pet that you wish you could clone? Or…a weird quirk?”

He cleared his throat and paused for a beat before speaking. “I’m very sensitive to smells. I have three diffusers in my room and five air purifiers around my place. I work so much that my only best friend in the world is my parents’ dog, Gureum. I also have a scar on my cheek that I got after fighting with my cousin over a video game.”

You listened intently, finding his candidness endearing.

“Also, I can’t measure a mattress to save my life. Once, I bought the wrong size for my bed and I was too lazy to call the store to take it back, so I just cut it.”

“You…cut it? How? With what?” You ask curiously.

“Scissors!” He says it so plainly as if it was the only sensible tool.

“Scissors.” You repeated incredulously.

“Uh-huh!” He says smugly.

You look away for a moment, brows furrowing deeply at his ‘quirk’. Then you look back at him and begin to laugh hysterically at the thought of him actually cutting a mattress with scissors.

He nodded. “Yep. And it worked. I finally got to push my bed against the wall.”

You threw your head back and continued to guffaw. Watching you fall in absolute stitches tickles him and he starts to laugh along with you.

In the midst of your howling, you lose your balance and almost fall over but he catches you. As he holds you close to him, he feels your laughs reverberate through his chest, flowing through the depths of him. All of his worries and doubts fade away at the sound of that belly-laugh that he found so appealing early on. It was a sign of reassurance for him. He grabs on to the feeling, vowing to hold on to it for as long as he was able to.

Gasping for air, you start to calm down. “Wow–that–wow…I don’t even know what to say to that,” you giggled, wiping the tears that have pooled in your eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m a dork, I know.”

“That’s not what I pictured at all. You just seem like the coolest person in the room.”

“Key word being ‘seem,’” he points out.

You nodded and sighed. “Well, that was fun. Now, I want to head back upstairs.”

“Oh. Are you getting tired?” He asks.

“Not really, but I just feel like lazing around for the rest of the night. Maybe use that jacuzzi in the room for once,” you say casually as you start to walk away from him. “You can stay down here if you want, though.”

He raises an eyebrow at the thought, staying rooted to the spot for a few seconds. You were steps away from the main courtyard when he called your name. You turn around to see him jogging towards you.

“Changed your mind?”

“Yeah. I prefer to keep you company,” he uttered.

You smiled warmly at him before continuing to walk indoors and towards the elevators. “Okay. And just so you know, I plan on ordering room service. I want something fried and something sweet.”

“Sounds good to me,“ he says while he puts his arm around you.

******

After calling in your room service order, he offers to draw up the bath for you–bubbles and all. You changed out of your clothes while he watched the tub fill with water. After a few minutes, you walk in wearing a bathrobe, glanced at the tub, dipped your fingers in to check the temperature. It was hot enough to feel comfortable so you gave him your stamp of approval. 

He gets up and begins to walk away to leave you in peace but you call out to him instead

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

You had a plan. Well, not really ‘a plan,’ but you wanted to try something.

He chuckled softly. “Do I have to wear a swimsuit if I get in?”

“No,” you say simply.

He raises an eyebrow, a gleam in his eyes. “Hold up–what happened to the YN who couldn’t even handle seeing my bare ass when I stepped into the shower last time?”

You laughed then shrugged your shoulders. “Let’s just say we’re past the awkward stage now.”

“Are you wearing a swimsuit?” He asks.

You scoffed then followed it with a chuckle. “Of course not! Don’t be ridiculous,” you say as you start to undo the robe’s sash.

His eyes widen then he quickly turns away right before the sides open. You shrug it off and hang it over by the hook on the wall then carefully step into the tub.

You started to giggle. “Now who’s being awkward?”

“I just–want to respect your boundaries, that’s all,” he reasons, eyes still shut.

“And you are,” you affirm. “I respect your boundaries, too. You can join me, only if you want to, but I also wouldn’t be mad if you won’t. I just wanted to relax. I figured you could use it, too.”

Truthfully, you weren’t sure where this would lead but you were taking a chance. You decided to roll with it.

You reached over towards the center of the tub that contained a small control panel, set a timer, then pushed the button to switch the jets on. You lean back against the tub and let your body sink further into the water. The bubbles, sticking to your chest and shoulders. You sighed and closed your eyes, not waiting for his response as the vibrations started to soothe your tired muscles.

Within a few seconds, you hear water sloshing and feel him settling opposite you, his foot grazing your calf when he steps in. When you open your eyes, his back is already leaning against the tub. His left knee is raised above the water, careful not to extend it too far towards you. His right leg, the one farthest away from you is stretched out against the side closest to the wall.

You smile at him and he gives you a smile back. “Happy?”

You chuckled softly then released a contented sigh. “At the moment, yes.”

You stared at each other silently while the tub jets continued to rumble around you, splashing water droplets around.

“Now that you’re here, can I ask you some more questions,” you finally say.

He laughs, pulling his hands out of the water and running his fingers through his hair, brushing it back. That view never gets old.

“Is that why you wanted to get me naked? Because you wanted to interrogate me some more?”

“You can always say ‘no’ to tub-talk.” You see a cloud of bubbles building up in front of you so you puffed out your cheeks and blew them towards him.

He laughs and dips his hand in the water again and splashes a little bit on you. “Fine. Hit me with more questions,” he relents.

“And you’ll still answer honestly?” You ask him pointedly.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. Because if you don’t, my foot is in really close proximity to your crotch so–”

He started laughing, “Let’s not get all violent now, shall we?” He says, unconsciously cupping himself in case you tried anything.

“I kid, I kid,” you say in between giggles. If you were going to be honest, you had other ideas for his crotch…ones that involved you being on your knees–but now’s not the time for that yet. Keep it together, YN!

You took a deep breath. After a brief pause, you ask, “Have you ever had an instance where your relationship with your client has gone past…I don’t know, outside of the agreed-upon business terms?”

“What, like a breach of contract?” He clarified.

You laughed softly. Your professional brain was jumping way ahead of you. “Mm…Like, if a client paid for an evening, have you ever—spent time with them outside of that timeframe?”

He scoffs then stretches his arms wide, resting them on the tub’s rim. You tried not to get too distracted by his muscles and his tattoos. “Why don’t you just be straight with me and ask me if I’ve ever dated a client before.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was only trying to finesse—“

“I thought we were past the whole awkward stage?”

You paused, staring into his eyes. You had to give him that. “Okay. So, have you dated a client before?” You asked directly.

“No, never,” he says.

“Would you ever date a client?” You followed up.

He regarded you intently. Even though you sounded direct, you were still trying to dance around your point. Before you booked him, you were uncomfortable with the idea of a boyfriend-for-hire. You were even more appalled at the thought of paying him--a stranger--to sleep with you. And you almost crossed that bridge. Almost.

As the week winds down and your time with him is about to come to an end, you decide to get to know him better. As bizarre as this experience started out for you, you were finally becoming comfortable with the idea of him being around and…just spending time with him.

“Just to be clear–after our arrangement, there won’t be any more clients to speak of. Like I said before, this will be my final booking…ever.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“What? You find the idea of me quitting the business hard to believe?”

“No, I find it harder to believe that you’ve never dated a client before. I feel like you flirt so much. It’s almost pathological for you,” you laughed.

He shrugged. “I’m just playing a part–like an actor.”

“And…you’ve slept with clients before?”

“Yes, I have. Not a lot, but I have.” 

You tried not to look disappointed–but you appreciated that he didn’t try to lie about it.

“Does that bother you?” He asks quietly.

“A little, but only because I’m unfamiliar with what your business entails. It’s all part of the package, right? If it’s on the menu, what’s stopping them from trying it?”

“You could say that.” He shifted his position on the tub but kept his eyes on you. “But I will say–I don’t just sleep with my clients. I don’t offer that option to everyone. I have to feel some attraction when I first meet them–at least have some sort of connection.” His gaze becomes more intense as you let this information sink in.

Your brows furrowed. Looking away from him briefly, the wheels started to turn in your head. Since he offered you the option, that meant…

Gasping softly, your eyes flicker, seeing a ghost of a smile play at his lips, once you worked it out. It hit you like a ton of bricks but you didn’t want to be completely presumptive. You shifted in the water, unknowingly pressing your thighs together. He turns his head away for a moment and covers his mouth with his hand.

The water’s temperature was starting to drop and the peaks of bubbles were slowly deflating, leaving gaps where you could see through the water.

This wasn’t what you had in mind when you asked him to take a bath with you. 

You cleared your throat in an attempt to regain control of the situation. “I have…a few more questions. If you could just humor me?” So far, he’s been pretty open tonight. Allowing you into his world little by little. You were toeing the line, sure–and you were trying to find out at what point he’d stop you.

He chuckled. “Alright.”

It was your cue to push in. “Let’s say a client wanted to have sex with you...”

His jaw squared for a second but his lips eventually curved into a smile. “Okay.”

“You would charge an extra fee on top of your normal rate, right?”

“Right.”

“Is that a flat rate or…are there particular things you’d do for a certain amount? Like, is there a menu of services that you cover?” It sounded silly after you heard it spill out of your mouth. But you were genuinely curious…for a number of reasons that you weren’t ready to disclose to him yet.

“I do tiers,” he replies smoothly.

Your eyebrows lift. “Tiers?”

What was this, a cellphone data plan? A country club membership?

He nods. “Yep.”

“Explain.”

“It sounds stupid but it’s just like first, second, and third base. Some don’t want to go all the way–they just want a little taste, and I try to be respectful of that.”

“So–you don’t even get to…finish?” You ask uncomfortably.

He laughs. “It’s not about me,” he explains. “The mistake most men make is to get it on so they can get off. But once I changed my perspective where I want to pleasure a woman because I want to get her off, then that’s pleasure for me. Whatever she wants to do to me in return–that’s just icing on the cake.”

Your cheeks heat up, stomach doing backflips but you still try your best to keep your cool. “That makes sense,” you managed to say. “So…what next?” 

He cleared his throat. “After we’ve set terms, both of us consent, the money is exchanged…and then we get right into it,” he says candidly. He sounds disconnected from it all–completely opposite from what he said about needing to feel some connection before he slept with a client.

Then again, he hasn’t taken on anybody else for…however long, before accepting your booking. Maybe that’s why he sounded so blasé about it.

“How do you start? Do you just make-out, or…”

“Nah, ‘making out’ is too pedestrian. You can do that with anyone,” he says flippantly before licking his lips then lowering his voice. “The key here is seduction,” he says slowly.

Your chest rose noticeably as you took in a shaky breath. If your hands weren’t underwater, your palms would be sweaty as hell right about now.

“We’d talk first. I ask them questions…find out what they like…what makes them feel good.”

“Is there usually alcohol involved?”

“Very little, if any. Maybe just to calm some nerves but I try to settle that just by having a nice conversation first,” he explains. “I want to maintain the connection, if I can help it. Too much alcohol just dulls it.”

“Sounds like you like being in control,” you said.

He scoffed. “It might seem like that. But in reality–I’m giving up all control…to them.”

Your eyes blinked furiously. “Or–in this case, I’d give up control to you,” he corrects himself. “Make sense?”

“Y-yes,” you say breathlessly.

He stared at you a minute then nodded before he switched tact. “Now, I’d like to ask you something. I think that’s only fair, right?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

He tilted his head to one side and eyes narrowing slightly. His gaze boring holes through your soul. “Would you like me to seduce you now?”

As soon as he finishes his sentence, the timer runs out on the jets and they automatically shut off. You could practically hear a pin drop, save for your breaths echoing against the marble walls.

More bubbles have dissipated in the space between you two. If either of you had craned your necks further up, you would see all of each other.

You moistened your dry lips before responding. “I think that’s a bit of a foregone conclusion at this point, don’t you think?”

“So if it is, then–what else do I need to say or do to get you to sleep with me? Should I get on my knees and beg?” Just then you felt his fingers reach for your ankle, tracing subtle circles on it. 

He bit at his bottom lip. Your gaze was locked to his, unable to look away. At that moment, you realized that you owned him and that he would do anything you wanted him to. And he knew it within himself, too.

A loud knocking at the door breaks the tension. You look away, suddenly remembering that you ordered room service.

“I’ve got it,” you remark coolly, reluctantly pulling your ankle away from him and bracing yourself to stand.

Before he could say a word, you stood up from the tub. He watched the water cascade down your body. He might have been in shock but you paid no attention to it.

As you begin to step out, he holds out a hand wordlessly to help you balance your weight so you don’t slip.

“Thanks,” you mouth at him. You take your robe from the hook on the wall. His eyes carefully watched as you slipped it on, pulling the sash tightly to close it. Maybe it was just you but you could have sworn that he had the slightest look of disappointment after you had done that.

You instructed the server to leave the cart, tipped them, and sent them on their way. You lifted one of the domed covers and picked up a fry and nibbled on it. There were slices of cake and some chocolate-covered strawberries in there as well.

While you assess each snack that you ordered, you see him emerge from the bathroom out of the corner of your eye. He had a towel wrapped around his waist which made the sizeable bulge that he had underneath it more inviting.

In those few brief minutes that you stepped away, the tension built up in seconds–and it felt much thicker than it did back in the bathroom.

Your eyes lifted as he sauntered towards you. “Hungry?” You ask him nonchalantly as you eyed one of the cakes.

“Not for food,” he says plainly as he closes in on you.

Your cheeks heated up, desire roiled from beneath your belly, pooling between your thighs. You had to commend yourself for all of the control you’ve managed to maintain, instead of just mindlessly throwing yourself at him.

He stops right next to you, you could see in his eyes that he was doing his best to hold himself back as well.

Your eyes shifted at the slice of chocolate cake drizzled with some red, berry reduction on top and around the plate. “You like chocolate?”

“If it was smeared all over your body, yes.” There was a dangerous purr to his voice that sent a shiver through you. You caught a whiff of something that made your mouth water and the apex of your thighs ache. Cologne? Toothpaste? Sweat? Whatever it was–it smelled fucking good.

He closed in further, moving slightly behind you. You dipped your finger at the frosting, capturing a dollop.

“You know I’m fully aware that you’re still naked underneath, right?”

“Yes,” you say simply as you turn your head to him, bringing your finger up to your mouth and licking it.

He narrowed his eyes at you, letting out a soft growl at your teasing.

“Oh, did you want some?” You stuck your finger into the frosting again and held it out to him. His hand curls around your wrist as he brings your hand close to his mouth, licking and sucking on your finger.

Guess two can play that game.

Once he releases it, he pushes your hand back to you.

“Do you want some more?” You ask him evenly despite the fact that your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

“You know what I want.” His voice was deeper, rougher. Lowering his head, Jungkook dragged his lips into the crook of your neck, tracing the throbbing vein in your throat. 

“I know you want it, too,” he breathes into your ear. You melted into him, your body going lax as he pulled you close. 

He lifted his head, regarding you intently. You returned his gaze–his eyes were overly bright yet pitch black at the same time. Being so close, the raw masculinity he exuded made your pulse erratic.

His last thread of control snaps. “Please,” he purred. “Just put me out of my misery.” He sounded needy–at this point, he didn’t give a shit if you made him get on his knees just so he could get a taste.

His words alone were enough to summon pornographic images you neither approved of nor realized existed within you–images of you bent over the table, pressed up against a wall or on your knees.

Before he could get another word in, you seal your lips over his to shut him up with a lush kiss. Your hands went to his hair, sliding through it, tugging. You arched your back when he tightened his arms around you.

Just as he had the night before, he had you on your back on the bed before you realized he was moving you. The robe gave way to his deft fingers, then he was cupping your breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

“Jungkook–”

He sucked on your lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging your tender nipples. 

“Oh my goood…” His mouth surrounded the tip of your breast, the wash of heat making you break into a sweat.

“I want to make you feel good. Tell me what you like,” he breathes out.

“You’re doing just that,” you whine.

He chuckles softly before darting the tip of his tongue at a hardened bud, making you squirm.

“Come on…tell me. I want to know,” he insists.

You’ve never been very vocal about what you wanted your partner to do to get you off. Whatever felt good, you guessed–as long as you reached an orgasm. But Jungkook was giving you the chance to tell him what you wanted and how you wanted it done.

“I want you…to eat me out,” you cringed as the words escaped your lips.

“Okay,” he smiled while he hovered above you. “How do you like it?”

You looked at him like an idiot. But you thought about how you got yourself off–guaranteed to make you see stars once your orgasm ripped through you.

“Licking, sucking–some fingers,” you reply.

“Alright then,” was all he said before he slid down

One of his hands pushed between your legs. They fell open shamelessly, your body so aroused you were almost feverish. His other hand continued to knead your breasts, making them unbearably sensitive.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his gaze sliding down your body to where he was parting you with his fingers.

He slid one finger carefully into you. Your eyes closed against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread out naked for him.

“You’re so tight.” He pulled out and thrust gently back into you. Your back bowed as you clenched around him. “So greedy.” He dipped his head lower and started to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You gasped audibly. “Sorry…it’s…it’s been a while,” you said embarrassingly.

“What did I say about saying ‘sorry?’” He pulled out and pushed back into you with two fingers, his lips sucking on the swollen bud. You couldn’t hold back a low, breathy moan. The man was exceptionally good with his hands and his tongue.

“Is that good? You like that?”

“Fuck, Jungkook…yes.” You were panting for him, your hips circling shamelessly onto his thrusting fingers, to which he had added a third one while his mouth wrapped around your pussy, humming into it. You felt as if you’d spontaneously combust if he didn’t get you off.

“I want to feel you,” you whined. “Please…”

“I know I said I wanted you to tell me what you want but…now, I just really want to make you cum now, just like this.” You’d never been so turned on in your life. You were near mindless, writhing with the need for an orgasm. Your nails dug deeply into his shoulder blades while your thighs tensed.

He was breathing hard, too. His face was flushed with lust…for you. And to think that you’d practically done nothing more than respond helplessly to him.

“I-I’m close.” You didn’t recognize your own voice as your walls rippled around his stroking fingers and fluttering tongue, his words pushing you to the brink.

“I’ve got you.” The pad of his thumb swiped and rubbed your clit in gentle, rhythmic circles. “I want to see your eyes when you cum for me.”

Everything tightened within you, the tension building as he massaged your clit and pushed his fingers in and out at a steady pace. 

You climaxed with a throaty cry. You struggled to keep your eyes open while your face screwed up in pure arousal. The whites of your knuckles were evident as you gripped the sheets, your hips pumping onto his hand shamelessly, prolonging your orgasm.

Your ears rang as pleasure pulsed through you. You thought you heard him speak, but you lost the words when he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and covered your slick heat with his mouth once more.

“Wait—” you pushed at his head with your hands. You were too sensitive. But when his tongue licked your clit, fluttering over it, the hunger built again. More intense than the first time. He rimmed your opening, teasing, taunting with the promise of another orgasm.

He licked between your folds, dragging his tongue against your sensitive flesh. Your hands fisted at his hair, chest heaving as teased your clit with the tip of his tongue. You keened, hips moving restlessly into his relentless mouth, muscles tightening once more.

He finished with a tenderness that made your second orgasm roll through you like a crashing wave, swelling and washing over you in a rush of pleasure.

While you were in a post-orgasmic haze, he rose. You hear a distant sound of a foil packet ripping. When you come to, he threads his fingers with yours, stretching them above your head.

The tip of his cock aligned with the slick entrance of your body and as he pushed deliciously into you. You moaned, shifting to accommodate him while he settled between your thighs.

His breath was humid against your throat, his frame trembled slightly as he withdrew himself carefully then thrusting once more inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pushing him deeper, feeling his ass flex and release against your calves as your body took him to the hilt.

With your hands linked, he took your mouth and began to move, gliding in and out. You felt every hard inch of him. He drove the message home repeatedly until you were gasping against his mouth, thrashing beneath him, your hands almost suffering from the loss of circulation by how hard you gripped him.

“You’re so beautiful…so perfect, so good…” He groaned.

“Please, don’t stop,” you gasped as another climax built up within you.

“I don’t think I can. Want you…too much,” he says.

You came with a sharp, trembling cry, and he was right there with you. His pace quickened for several deep thrusts, then came…grunting your name while he spilled into you.

You sank into the mattress, sweaty and completely spent. You roll to your side briefly before gathering the strength to sit up. As you blink away the stars in your eyes, you find him dipping into the bed next to you once more.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I was…going to get cleaned up,” you replied.

With a glint in his eye, he chuckled mischievously. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” He whispers, after he discarded the used condom, pulling out a fresh one.

Biting your lip, he pushes his body onto you, sealing his mouth to yours–as if he could eat you alive.

At some point in between, you ate the food that you ordered as both of you were famished. But the break didn’t last long when you finally got to the chocolate cake. He ate some of it off you, you ate some of it off him.

You don’t remember how many more times he made you cum or where. On the bed, on the couch, the table, once more in the shower.

Each and every time, he was relentless and you were all too happy to take it. Under normal circumstances, you’d be completely exhausted and insist on sleeping.

But who needed sleep when you could spend your waking hours enjoying the company of this pleasure-god all night long?

It was daylight by the time you finally decided that both your needs were sated. You tossed the pillows that you had propped up between you a couple nights before and fell asleep, bodies still entangled. He spooned you from behind, placing feather-soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

Seconds before you drift off, you could have sworn that you heard him mumble in your ear…something about wanting to take care of you. Subconsciously, you wished that you hadn’t been so tired. All you could do was hum in response before you closed your eyes.

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Coquet, Part 1 | JJK

Coquet, Part 1

\ kō-​ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; explicit sexual conversations; hints of awkward family dynamic; fake-dating; hired escort; some anxiety; alcohol consumption

Word count: 2.3K+ words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: I've been waiting for the right time and prompt to do another JJK fic so...I'm super excited for this. This is loosely inspired by The Wedding Date (2004) but with a slight twist. If you know the movie, I hope you'll still read along. I have a habit of getting prompts from random movies or shows that I revisit and then find some details that I'd like to switch up for my own personal wish-fulfillment bank so, I hope it does the same for yours as well! 😊

Thank you to @internetjunkdrawer for beta-ing and screaming with me (as if there was any other way of talking about this AU). Also thinking about you, @deepseavibez, my love. 💕

And with that, please enjoy Part 1!

“Hi, YN–It’s Jeon Jungkook. I apologize for not getting back to you last night but I just wanted to let you know that I got your message. Listen, I can tell that you’re nervous–I completely understand, but this is what I do for a living. And you know what? By the time this is all over, your ex will regret that he ever left you. Trust me,” he says.

“Anyway, I’ve got a couple things that I need to do this morning so I’m afraid we’ll just have to meet at the airport. I received the itinerary and the e-ticket, so I appreciate you sending those.” He sighs. “Well...I can’t wait to see you!”

******

Since taking your seat, you hadn’t been able to stop fidgeting–just unable to settle. You keep glancing back, past the business-class cabin entranceway, keeping an eye out for him.

You scroll through your phone for a couple minutes but even that can’t keep you calm as you couldn't stop your fingers from trembling. You slide your phone into your purse and pick up the in-flight safety instruction pamphlet and examine that instead.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a frequent flyer?”

You look up to see a lady seated right across the aisle from you in business class. She gave you a kind smile and could sense your restlessness. “Oh…” You immediately tucked the pamphlet away. “No, I actually fly a fair amount. It’s just that–” you felt weird oversharing with this complete stranger but your anxiety just causes you to expel more words out of your mouth than necessary.

“My brother’s getting married and his best man is my ex. I just want to make sure that I know where all of the exits are in case I change my mind and you know…yeet myself out of this plane,” you rambled, finishing with a grimace.

She smiled at you uncomfortably before turning back to her e-reader. You sink into your seat in utter embarrassment. This trip was already off to a great start.

******

// Three months ago…

“Cris…I don’t know,” you said skeptically as you absentmindedly twirled your office chair around.

“What do you mean? I’m telling you, it’s very discreet. Literally, there’s an NDA option, if you really want to go there—“

“But that’s the point,” you protested. “I don’t know if I actually want to go there.” You ran your fingers gently over the calligraphy embossed on the thick, textured cardstock while talking to your friend on the phone.

“Maybe I’m just going to tell them that I’m tied up with a huge campaign and I have to be here to oversee everything.”

You hear Cristina groan angrily through your bluetooth earpiece. “That is the coward’s way out and you know it. Why are you the one left feeling insecure and embarrassed after all this time? You did nothing wrong! If anything, that asshole should back out and retreat into a dark hole if he knew what was good for him,” she spat out.

“Also, do you really think that Taehyung would allow his favorite sister to bow out of his own wedding?” She asked.

Ever since your mother remarried, you and Taehyung have developed an unexpectedly close bond over the years. He was a bonus sibling that you didn’t ask for and he sure as hell felt the same way about you in the beginning. As time went on, you realized that you would be around each other for a while and so your relationship organically grew. You loved and protected each other as if you had shared the same DNA.

You sighed, tossing your brother’s wedding invitation on your desk, where it lands on a pile of the rest of your interoffice mail. The last time you were around your family was during his engagement party–which was already a stretch for you. You flew out there, intending on staying for the weekend but were so traumatized by nosey friends and relatives that you ended up taking a red-eye that same evening to escape it all.

When you are still silent on the other line, Cristina urges you further.

“Babe, listen. I have it on a very reputable source that this service is 100% satisfaction guaranteed—or your money back.”

You rolled your eyes then chuckled. “I’m not buying a vacuum cleaner!”

“Really? Because by the sound of it, you seem like you need some good suction in certain places,” she cackled.

"Cristina!" you shrieked as her laughs rang on the other line.

You groaned. “Why are we friends again?”

She exclaimed, “Because! You love me and you know I’m not afraid to call you out on your bullshit,” she laughs. “And if there’s a chance that you can get a good dicking-down out of this—“

You immediately stop her right there. “Yah! Okay, I got it!” You sighed heavily, reaching over and picking up the invitation again, tapping it furiously on the surface.

After a long beat, you finally relent. “Fine. I’ll message him on the app. No promises, though. And who knows, he might not have any room on his calendar even with the three-month leeway. What with him being so popular and all,” you muttered.

You open the app on your phone and key in his name to pull up his profile–which turns up in your history because you’ve repeatedly visited and studied it obsessively for the last few days before chickening out and promptly closing it.

His page didn’t contain a photo but he was ranked at the top of your search results based on proximity and reviews alone. And boy, did he have a lot of them! He had hundreds of comments and triple the amount of anonymous ratings. Five stars on all of them. 10 out of 10, would highly recommend.

You shuddered at the thought. 

Before losing your nerve, you finally made up your mind and decide to pull the trigger. You tap on the envelope icon to begin typing a direct message to him.

“Well, either way, tell me how it goes! I want to know every detail!” Cristina says excitedly.

As your thumb hovered over your phone’s keypad, you asked your friend one last question. “Be honest–are you the reputable source claiming 100% satisfaction?”

After a brief pause, she says, “I’m afraid I can’t comment on that. I signed an NDA.”

//END FLASHBACK

******

“Ma’am–ma’am, you can’t be back here,” the flight attendant warns you.

“I’m sorry–I swear, I don’t have a drinking problem,” you breathed out after you helped yourself to a couple of mini bottles of cognac from the in-flight crew’s stock. “And you can charge my seat. I just…I’m just really nervous,” you say anxiously.

“W-we have some dramamine, if you–”

“N-no, it’s not that.“ You blurted out. “I’m nervous because any second now, my date will show up at 2B. I’ve never met him so…if there’s any chance that I’ve made a huge mistake and he looks like a troll, I need to be drunk enough for him to look really good.”

“Oh, honey,” Her brows flick up as she looks past your shoulder. “I think you need to sober up now to appreciate the masterpiece that just walked in,” she says, sounding flustered. 

Your brows furrowed. “What?”

She clears her throat and widens her eyes, tilting her chin up to gesture towards the cabin. “Say hello to 2B.”

You turn around slowly to find a man dressed in a dapper suit–his back facing you. He is welcomed by another flight attendant, who presents him with a tray of glasses filled with complimentary champagne.

You approached him carefully. As he reaches out to take a second flute, you catch a glimpse of his tattooed fingers, making your breath hitch.

“J-Jungkook?” You say with a hint of uncertainty.

Suddenly, time slips into slow-motion. At the sound of his name, he turns so fluidly. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when you finally got a good look at him.

His hair was brushed up, letting a few strands fall loosely onto one side–barely brushing his eyebrow. He had big, dark eyes–eyes filled with youthful curiosity yet glazed with intense masculinity. It was a deadly combination that would unnerve anybody.

Your eyes zero-in on his mouth–pink and plush with a little freckle that sat beneath the fullest part of his lower lip. You watched it disappear as his lips curved into a slow, sexy smile.

“Hi, YN.” The sound of his voice was soft, but it was the underlying tone of it–firm but calm. And it oddly settled your nerves almost instantaneously.

When you finally pick your jaw up off the floor, he hands you the second glass of champagne. After you accept it, he takes your free hand in his and gently squeezes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says, then takes you by surprise when he leans in to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

And just like that, your stomach is in knots again. He smiled after hearing you gasp softly at how forward he was. You gave him a tight smile in return, figuring that it was all part of the act.

“Let’s sit?” He offers. 

You’d interacted with him for all but 30 seconds but you were all-too-happy to obey. After he settles into his seat, he turns his full attention to you.

“I, uh–hope you didn’t have trouble checking in,” you said meekly.

“Everything went smoothly,” he says. “Thanks for making all the arrangements.”

You took a sip–actually, it was more of a hefty gulp–of your champagne.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t leave sooner. I know that you wanted some time to get settled before heading to the party but–I ran into some extenuating circumstances,” he says vaguely.

You chuckled. “Must be peak season for you, huh?” You regretted the words the instant they left your mouth. 

His eyebrows quirk at your comment.

“I…I mean–” you stuttered. “I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to say–”

He chuckled. “It’s okay. Doesn’t phase me,” he says calmly.

You sink into your seat, willing the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“So…maybe, we can take this opportunity to get to know each other? It’s a 5-and-a-half hour flight. We should maximize our time, don’t you think?”

You nodded at his suggestion. “Uh, yeah,” you sat up straight. “Yeah, for sure. I should tell you, though–right off the bat…You know those families who are totally crazy and chaotic? But at the end of the day, they’re still your family and you love them regardless of all that?”

“Uh huh?”

“Yeah, my family is not like that.” You said immediately.

He stifled a snort. “Noted,” he says with a smile before taking a sip of his drink.

You quickly added, “I love my brother, though. And my dad. Well…stepbrother and stepdad,” you clarified. “We don’t share the same bloodline–so…I consider them more as unwilling participants in the craziness. Kind of like hostages,” you gave him a small smile.

He thinks it’s endearing and he gives you that million-dollar smile once more.

Holy shit…an entire week of this. You cleared your throat in an attempt to stay on track. “Anyway, should we talk about our cover story? Just so we’re on the same page and all,” you say, suddenly all business-like.

“Of course,” he says politely. “Always good to get the basics down.”

You both agree to a rehearsed but realistic and sensible story.

Jungkook is a cardiologist and you were introduced by a mutual friend months ago by going on a blind date. Even though you both had ridiculously busy schedules, you were both just absolutely crazy about each other and couldn't stand the thought of being apart so you found a way to make this relationship work.

“Okay–I've got it down,” he says nonchalantly.

“Are you sure? We can go over the details again?”

“YN–” he says in that quiet but stern tone that stops you in your tracks. You were starting to think that you might actually enjoy being spoken to like this every now and then. Before you could let that sink in, he interrupts your thoughts. “I said, I’ve got it. And don’t worry. I’m a professional,” he says, reassuringly.

You nodded wordlessly, taking another gulp of your champagne.

Seconds later, he changes tact. “When we first spoke, you also mentioned a certain someone..."

Your eyes widen, knowing full well whom he was referring to. “Oh yeah…him." You paused. "Haru.” His name finally came to you as if it was a distant, forgotten memory that you had to pull from within the depths of your brain cells since you had been distracted for the last few hours by the magnificent piece of work sitting next to you.

“How do you want to deal with that? Should we come up with a plan for him?”

You chewed at your bottom lip. The last time you saw Haru, you spent all of your energy trying to dodge him during the engagement party. But you'd be circling each other all week, at which point, he'd be impossible to avoid. You had to deal with him sometime.

“How far do you want to take it? I can kick things up a notch whenever he’s around or…should I follow your lead?” He paused, waiting for any other ideas that you might have.

You looked away, pursing your lips, considering it. After a long beat, you look him in the eye again. “I just want him to see what he’s missing out on,” you replied confidently.

He regards you intently. “Well…easy-peasy then,” he says smugly.

You cocked an eyebrow and scoffed. “Oh, really?”

He smirks at your skepticism.

“All in a day’s work, huh?” You say to him.

He shook his head. “I say it’s easy because,” he turns his hot gaze towards you again. “Only a blind man would fail to see what they’re missing out on,” he finishes without blinking. 

You swallowed hard while you watched him throw his head back, downing the final drops of his drink.

For a brief moment, you questioned his sincerity. If there was a fine line between truth and lies, Jungkook was excellent at blurring it.

And you wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference.

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[shina913]

Hii, how are you?

Just wanted to say that i re read coquet again for like the 5th time because it’s one of my all time faves and every time i re read, i fall in love with it all over again. You really did an amazing job writing that masterpiece❤️

Nooooooo FIVE TIMES? 🥹🥹 Awww anon, thank you!! This fic is def one of my top faves that I’ve written.

I find myself revisiting it, too, when I feel uninspired and have trouble writing. So, thank you for this! This warms my heart so much. I hope you’re having an awesome day (or evening) wherever you are as well 💜

[shina913]

I can't believe I've almost missed Coquet! I binge read it and it was amazing ❤️❤️❤️ I was freaking out with Y/N during the first chapters hahaha! Everytime Jungkook was initiating skinship I was hiding myself like a teenager girl 😆 it was so heartwarming to see them being honest to each other and I love that you gave us both of their pov ❤️ I am so weak for this JK you have no idea lol I was also picturing the Standing next to you JK which made everything 1000x sexier 🥵 It was cute, hot, angsty, I enjoyed all the chapters and even slowed down a bit to really feel their emotions ❤️ I'll come back for sure to reread it! Thank you so much for this beautiful story and have a lovely weekend 💜

Ahhhh Anon!!! Thank you sm for your note!

I know what you mean about squealing like a teenage girl, because…SAME 😅 The skinship here is just…🫠

Oh man, Standing Next To You JK is the perfect visual! I lost my damn mind during that GCF clip that he showed during the Golden concert because it was the exact vibe I was going for in that Chapter ending 2 scene (and the epilogue) 🥲

I am so glad that you enjoyed this story. I’d love to do something with this similar vibe when inspiration strikes. For now, we’ll keep dreaming about *this* Jungkook 😍

Thank you for reading and hope you’re having a great weekend as well 💜

[shina913]

I LOVEEEEEEE COQUET!! god this type of stories are so good and you did an amazing writting. everything is so good! for real i love it

Thank you, Camila!! This warms my heart. I'm so glad that you enjoyed the story! 🥰

[shina913]

i just discovered coquet and finished it in one go and I think it’s so funny how one of the names jungkook says he uses with clients sometimes is “ian” hehehe

🤣 yeah! I learned about the “Ian” tidbit from another ARMY while I was writing the chapter. I just couldn’t verify it because it must have been deep in those twt archives. I went ahead and used it and hoped it stuck😅 glad the clip eventually resurfaced!

And thank you for reading!! I hope you liked it? 💜

[shina913]

Coquet 8 dropping tonight (~5:30PM Pacific). You are not ready for this.

Actually…I’m not even ready for this 🥴

[shina913]

Shina! What do you mean Easter egg related to Intersect 🧍🏽‍♀️!!!

My brain started going right away trying to think of what the loose connection could be 👀👀👀 I even went back and skimmed all my notes (that I really need to post, I can’t be the only one of the two of us that knows we’ve already had at least 2 fights and makeups…I think the last sentence of this chapter of Coquet marks a third 😐😂) for a refresher. It was not helpful tho bc I just got sucked back into Intersect and now I want to reread both stories 🥲

Is his friend one of the office crew!? 🤔🤔🤔 would it be that obvious??? Probably not huh…now I wanna go back and read Intersect and pay extra close attention to the JK in that story… but also I want to go back to the beginning of Coquet and pay closer attention to that JK too…see my problem 😐

(ALSO thank you for all your lovely expansions in response to my response 🥺 you gave me so much to think about and I just love how you consider everyone’s point of view and how complex human emotions and relationships are. The real world is gray all over and the way you write reflects that really well! It’s no wonder your stories and the worlds you build in them are so easy to get lost in. Trust me I would know…I’m currently stuck between dimensions of two of them 🥲😂. Sorry this is after, I got too exciting about worlds colliding)

Oh noooo I’m so sorry!!! No, no—it’s not a huge crazy plot point (I don’t think) so you do not have to comb through Intersect again 😬 I just have this thing where I plant little “connections” to my other fics 😅 I’m weird like that!

And thank you!! I know it was super long but I wanted to be able to rationalize my plot decisions here. Of course, this line of thinking doesn’t necessarily work on everyone and I don’t want to make a whole blanket statement. I just wanted to bring in a human element to it—and somewhat relatable? I get that fics are supposed to be a form of escape but I’m trying to build up characters and I want to write them in a way that’s not too far off as to how I’ve “established” them in a way? On the other hand, I also want to keep it rooted to some semblance of reality. Some readers might say, ‘Oh, I would NEVER do anything like that!’ And to that I say, that’s great that you’d never do something like that but unfortunately, my OC might or will. Author intention can only go so far and I can’t control my readers’ reactions. I can only try to justify my characters’ actions. I feel like any action will usually have a reason—even though one will say that they don’t know why they did it or will say that there’s ‘no reason.’ There’s no such thing as out of the blue. There’s always a lead-up 👀

And you’re absolutely right. I get so lost in my characters’ frame of mind 😂 it’s a little crazy but I love breaking things down and trying to figure out ways to “challenge” myself.

Thank you for keeping an open mind as always and feel free to scream at me anytime 😅

[shina913]

Bruh...I'm at 10K+ words with this finale (which I've rewritten twice already)--and I'm still not done 😬 Hoping to publish by tomorrow night or Monday evening 🤞