Chapter 26 - Friends
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“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Jimin asked, throwing himself down on the couch next to Y/n. “I feel bad leaving you here all by yourself.”
“You don’t have to babysit me, I’m fine!” Y/n insisted. “It will be nice to have some alone time.” Jimin looked at her doubtfully. Y/n really didn’t want to be alone, but to stop Jimin from going and spending time with his boyfriend would be selfish.
“I just don’t want you to be lonely.” Jimin frowned at her. The corners of Y/n’s mouth twitched up.
“You’re sweet,” She smiled. “But, get the hell out before I make you.” Y/n shoved Jimin away from her on the couch and rutted herself further into the plush cushions. Jimin laughed lightly as he got up.
“I might not be back until the morning.” Jimin said, turning towards the door of their shared brick apartment. Y/n nodded.
“Be safe. I love you!” She yelled at his retreating back. Jimin flashed a bright smile over his shoulder before running out into the drizzling rain. Y/n sighed and pushed herself impossibly farther into the couch. She tried to bring her attention back to the tv which played reruns of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, but as it had been for weeks, Y/n could only focus on one thing. She shut her eyes tight as if that would close off her mind to the abusing memories, but thoughts of Jungkook continued to consume her. She missed him. The thoughts made her angry, happy, and sad. It made her feel hated and loved simultaneously.
“Stop” Y/n murmured to herself. Jungkook couldn’t be a part of her life. At least not romantically. It wasn’t in the cards and the world had made that clear. Thinking about him would only make Y/n lonelier than she (and Jimin) knew she already was.
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An hour later, the smell of brewing coffee filled the small, brick kitchen. Y/n stood leaning against the counter, wrapped in a large quilt. She had changed into plaid pajama pants and an oversized, black Ramones t-shirt. Rain poured hard against the window facing the street. Lights blurred behind the water droplets so that low light filtered into the kitchen. Y/n thought about the conversation she had with Jungkook the day before. His reaction after finding out Y/n’s mom died stuck with her. He seemed worried and concerned. Y/n wished her mom was here. Somehow, she would know exactly what to say and do. The silence in the kitchen was almost eerie, but the familiar room comforted Y/n. Looking at the oven, she thought that she should bake some bread for Yoongi and Hoseok.
The loud, sudden noise of knuckles on wood made Y/n gasp and reach for her heart.
“Geez” Y/n said, shaking her head at herself. Dropping the heavy quilt on the couch, Y/n rushed to the front door. Y/n wasn’t expecting anyone, so it could only be Jimin. “Did you forget your keys?”
The rest of the sentence died in Y/n’s throat. Standing under the awning, dripping slightly from rain, was Jungkook.
“Hey,” Jungkook shouted over the rain. He smiled awkwardly. “Can I come in?” He gestured past Y/n into the apartment. Realizing her mouth was hanging open unattractively, Y/n shut it and stepped back to make room. Jungkook came in and shut the door behind him, leaving the apartment uncomfortably quiet. The scent of fresh rain and teakwood cologne surrounded Y/n and she pushed down the urge to take a step closer. Jungkook shrugged off his grey rain jacket, leaving him in a black sweatshirt and blue jeans. He looked down at Y/n and smiled again. Rain collected at the ends of his hair and dripped onto the sweatshirt and the floor. Unfortunately, it reminded Y/n of the last time she had seen Jungkook soaked in rain. The first time her heart broke.
“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked, thankful her voice was steady.
“After we talked yesterday, I remembered something..” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and a light flush covered his cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t return it sooner, I didn’t know what it might mean to you..” Jungkook reached inside the pocket of his sweatshirt and pulled out a battered, slightly dirty, blue baseball cap.
Y/n’s eyes widened as she took the hat in her hands. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. The hat was torn on the brim and on the large, red patch at the front that said Motors Racing Team. It wasn’t cute and people had told her so, but all through high school Y/n had worn the beaten hat. Her mother had even offered to buy her a new hat or several new hats, as long as she stopped wearing the old monstrosity, but Y/n refused. She liked the hat because it belonged to her mom.
“You left it at my house before we broke up in high school and I held onto it.” Jungkook explained. Y/n clutched the hat tightly.
“Thank you,” She said, hoarsely. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, but the old hat meant the world to her. Y/n hastily wiped at her eyes. “Um, do you want some coffee?”
“Yeah, that would be great.” Jungkook nodded. He followed Y/n into the small apartment and watched silently as she poured two cups of coffee. Y/n handed Jungkook a mug and gestured for him to follow her into the living room. Jungkook sat on the far end of the couch and Y/n curled up on the opposite side. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them loosely. Y/n sipped at the brown liquid. It was bitter and burned her tongue, but it forced her muscles to relax slightly.
“Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook asked. He looked at Y/n over his mug.
“He’s at his boyfriends house tonight.” Y/n answered. Jungkook frowned at her.
“You’re here all alone?” He asked. Y/n shrugged. Why did everyone think she couldn’t handle being alone? “It’s almost as quiet as my apartment in here.”
“What do you mean?” Y/n laughed. It occurred to her that was the first time she laughed in weeks.
“Well, Jin moved out of our apartment to be with his wife, so it’s always quiet there. I assumed your house would be loud and bright, I guess.” Jungkook explained. Y/n raised her eyebrows as he spoke.
“Is it too dark and scary for you?” She asked. Jungkook let out a barking laugh.
“No, it’s just quiet.”
“It was quiet when you were here before.”
“Yeah, but it didn’t feel like it,” He said quietly. Y/n didn’t question him. “Do you remember the day your mom caught us making out and she was so mad she banned me from your house for a week?”
Y/n laughed again. “I had to beg her to let you drive me to school.” Jungkook chuckled. The laughter died and the two were left in silence again.
“I’m really sorry for not being there when she died.” Jungkook said, somberly. He met Y/n’s eyes and she could see true regret and sadness.
“It’s okay.”
“I wish I would have been.” He said. “I should have been.”
Y/n forced down the lump in her throat. “I know.” Her voice was merely a whisper. Jungkook looked down at his coffee.
“You know, we were always friends above anything else.” He said. “We could still be friends.”
Y/n felt her heart tug. Her whole body wanted to fling herself into Jungkook's arms, but she kept herself under control.
“Yeah, okay.” Y/n said. Jungkook looked up at her in surprise. “We can be friends.”
Y/n thought that the smile on Jungkook’s face could be her own personal sunshine. Y/n tried to force down her own smile.
“Great.” Jungkook set his cup down on the coffee table and wiped his hands on his jeans. “I should probably get going. It’s late and I have to work in the morning.” He stood from the couch and Y/n followed him to the front door. She turned awkwardly to face Jungkook. Should she hug him goodbye or just let him leave?
“Uh,” Y/n stuck her hand out awkwardly. “I’ll see you later.”
Jungkook scoffed, but shook her hand. “Yeah, see ya.”
He took off running into the rain, trying to reach his car without becoming completely soaked. Y/n shut the door and locked it. She padded over to the kitchen and picked up the discarded hat again. Friends, Y/n thought. She tried to convince herself that she was okay with this. This was enough and Y/n was perfectly happy being just friends with Jungkook. She could ignore the pounding in her chest, the heat of his skin, and the butterflies in her stomach that were trying to force her to the front door.
“It’s for the best,” She said aloud to herself. “We’re not meant to be together.”
Even if every piece of her heart told her she wanted to be with Jungkook, there was too much bad history.
But, he made up for the history.
But, the law was expelled. There is no reason to be together.
But, you love him.
I do not love him!
You want to be with him.
“I am talking to myself!” Y/n yelled in frustration. There was no one in the kitchen to tell her she was crazy.
For the second time that night, Y/n jumped at the sound of knocking on the front door.
“Oh, what now?!” Y/n stomped over to the door and threw it open. Jungkook was soaked to the bone and out of breath. His eyes blazed with determination and he shook his head.
“I can’t be friends with you,” Jungkook said. Y/n made a noise somewhere between a sob and a laugh before Jungkook rushed forward and kissed her.
Jungkook wrapped his arm around Y/n and pulled her to him completely, slamming the door behind him. Her heart was beating faster than Y/n thought possible. In a second, Y/n’s internal battle was won and Jungkook was holding the trophy. Everything she was belonged to him and, for the life of her, Y/n couldn’t think of a reason not to give it to him.
She felt her bones melt when Jungkook traced the seam of her lips with his tongue. He pulled back to look at her, and only then did Y/n realize her face and clothing was soaked from the rain on Jungkook’s clothes.
He didn’t say anything. Jungkook just looked at her as if waiting for Y/n to tell him to stop. Y/n lifted her arm from his neck and brushed the wet hair away from Jungkook’s forehead. Jungkook looked at her seriously.
“Come to bed with me.” He said. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat.
Time seemed to stand still. Nothing moved and no one breathed. But, she didn’t need the time. Y/n had decided that everything she could give him, she would.
“Yes,” Y/n agreed.
Jungkook smiled. Then, he planted a quick kiss to her lips and lifted Y/n up into his arms. Y/n let out a squeal.
“Hey!” Jungkook laughed and started carrying Y/n down the hallway toward her bedroom.
“Let me have my old-fashioned ways.” He didn’t bother to turn on any lights, leaving them to walk in darkness. Using his foot to nudge open the bedroom door, Jungkook set Y/n carefully on her feet. Streetlights lit the bedroom in a yellow glow. He looked her up and down with a hungry look. Y/n immediately felt heat pool in her belly.
“Don’t move.” Jungkook demanded. He walked around her, so he was standing at her back. He gathered Y/n’s hair and brushed it over her shoulder. With her neck exposed, Y/n became clearly aware of what she was wearing. Pajama bottoms and a huge t-shirt. She cursed herself.
Jungkook’s hand grabbed her neck and lightly massaged the muscle there. Y/n bit her lip to keep from moaning. A feather light kiss made goosebumps erupt on her skin.
“Get on the bed.” Jungkook’s voice came out hoarse. Without even thinking, Y/n moved to the bed and sat facing him. Jungkook’s words were demanding, but the way he spoke was like he was begging. He was asking and praying for Y/n to follow his commands.
She watched Jungkook pull off his sweatshirt, his gaze never leaving her. Then came his t-shirt, jeans and shoes. He left his black boxer-briefs. Y/n clutched at the sheets on the bed. He was full muscle. From what- Y/n had no clue. As far as she knew, the man spent most of his time behind a computer.
Gracefully, Jungkook walked forward and joined her on the bed. He reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head. Y/n watched his Adam's apple bob at the sight of her bare breasts. Jungkook threw the shirt across the room, onto the floor.
“Lay down,” Jungkook said in a voice full of lust. Y/n did and Jungkook sat on his knees by her feet. Slowly, he reached, lifted her hips and pulled Y/n’s pajama pants off, leaving her in just panties.
Y/n watched as Jungkook began to massage her calf and then her thigh, bringing his fingers closer to her core. Just when his massage reached the apex of her thighs, Jungkook removed his hands and switched to the other leg. Y/n scoffed, breaking the silence. Fucking tease.
Jungkook smirked as he massaged up her leg again. The fingers dug into her, relaxing Y/n and sending pleasure straight into her. If this went on much longer she was going to be panting for him. He used his finger to lightly trace the seam of her panties.
“Jungkook,” Y/n moaned in annoyance. He only chuckled in response. Y/n shifted her hips against the bed. “Stop teasing.”
Jungkook looked at her from where he kneeled above her. His eyes trailed over her body as he spoke.
“I’ve been waiting five years for this. Let me take my time.” After a moment, Y/n nodded. Jungkook continued tracing the seam of her panties.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart.” His thumb stopped directly over her clit. Y/n gasped and arched her back as Jungkook applied the lightest pressure, then pulled his hand away.
“Jungkook!” She moved to sit up in frustration, but he moved before she did. Jungkook straddled her hips, pinning her to the bed. Y/n could see the large bulge growing in his boxers.
“Patience.” He growled. He reached and cupped her breasts. Y/n squirmed at the feeling.
“This isn’t fair.” Y/n complained stubbornly. Jungkook smiled at her.
“No, it’s not.” His fingers rolled over her hardened nipples, sending her reeling. Y/n tried to stifle the moan that fled her lips. Without hesitation, Jungkook lowered his mouth and brought one breast into his mouth while his hand continued ministrations on the other. His teeth grazed her, sending a bolt of shock straight to where she needed him most.
“Jungkook.”
“I know, sweetheart.” He pulled forward and kissed her deeply, proving to her how much he needed and wanted her too. Then, moved down her body, kissing and nipping the skin. Y/n moaned again when he kissed the lace of her panties.
Moving so slowly that it made Y/n want to scream, Jungkook pulled the lace down and threw it across the room to join the rest of her clothing. Y/n didn’t move. Stupidly, she thought that a sudden movement might scare Jungkook away. Then she felt his shaky breath ghost over her. Y/n focused her gaze to the ceiling. Then, his tongue was on her.
Her entire body jerked in pleasure and Jungkook reached forward to hold her wrists in his hands. His mouth moved over her, pulling and sucking.
“Jesus, Jungkook.” Y/n gasped. She was close already and he had barely touched her. He moved to lap at her clit and she cried out. “I’m gonna come.”
Jungkook shifted and pushed two fingers inside her. Immediately, her orgasm crashed down on her and her body shook uncontrollably. He worked her through, kissing her gently.
When she regained her senses and focused her vision, Jungkook was kissing his way back up her body. Y/n pulled him up to her and kissed him gently.
“Stay with me tonight.” Y/n begged. Her eyes locked on Jungkook’s with force.
“I’m not going anywhere.” he answered, kissing her again. Once again, Y/n felt a hard bulge moving against her thigh.
“I want you. Now.” She demanded. “No more teasing.”
Jungkook shook his head in agreement. “No more teasing.”
Moving back slightly, he slid the black boxers down and discarded them. His cock was aching for her. He laid back so that most of his weight was held off of Y/n, but they were still as close as possible. He placed quick kisses up her neck and to her cheek. Then, using one hand, he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed in.
“Christ, Y/n” Jungkook moaned, already panting. His maintained, in-control facade was gone and replaced with the true, needy, grunting Jungkook. He gripped the bed sheets tight. He wanted to thrust into her hard and fast, but he was determined to take it slow. He would have this night. Gone was the awkward virgin, fumbling with bra straps. Jungkook was ready to show her everything he wished he could have for years. “You’re so tight.”
“You feel so good.” Y/n moaned. She arched her hips to reach his at every thrust. Her nails carved half moons into Jungkook’s back and he groaned from the sensation.
“I swear, I’m never letting you go.” Jungkook growled. “You’re mine.”
Y/n nodded in ecstasy. She couldn’t form words. Hell, she could barely form a coherent thought.
Jungkook hooked Y/n’s legs over his hips as he thrust harder into her.
With a guttural scream, Y/n threw her head back. Jungkook tried to hold on and watch every second, but it was too good. He lost control and pounded into her as he followed her over the edge.
Y/n clung onto him as she came down from her high. Heavy breathing and rain was the only sound. Jungkook rolled on the bed next to Y/n. Gently, he grabbed her chin and tilted her face toward him.
“You’re mine.” He repeated. “Understand?”
Y/n nodded. “Yours.”
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