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seven | oneshot | 18+

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pairing; jungkook/reader genre: 18+ f!boyjk! college au! rivals to lovers(?) warnings: swearing, sexual-fucking-tension, teasing, jimin likes to join in on the teasing (slightly), porn with little plot (?), sexual themes, nudity, oral (m&f receiving), a lot of teasing, fingering, praise kink, creampie, protected sex (reader is on contraception), jealous kookie, needy kookie, deep throating, orgasm denial, slightly possessive kookie, nipple play, dirty talk, voyeurism, public sexish(?), hickies, overstimulation, mirror sex, just a lot of sex word count: 14.5k permanent taglist: @someoneelse0109

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seven (n.) seh·vehn a group or unit of seven people or things

seven days a week, seven locations, plenty of positions. when you lose a bet to infamous playboy jeon jungkook, you can't help but feel as if you lost on purpose.

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Saturday.

Music blasted from the house speakers, so loud that the liquids in the discarded cups and bottles rippled in time with the bass. It was the end of the college year, meaning you had to celebrate by drinking away the weekend.

Groups of friends hussled together, the confined space almost claustrophobic. Several people had abandoned the party early, pulling someone up the stairs by the hand, obviously to have some privacy.

Jungkook sat at one of the tables, a smug look plastered over his face as he dealt another round of cards. His friends sat around him, nudging each other and muttering amongst themselves.

You sat across from Jungkook, lightly tapping your nails against the wood. Your other arm was casually slung over the back of Namjoon's chair. Letting out a sigh of impatience, you let your head roll back, exposing your neck to the infamous fuckboy.

He watched you closely, subconsciously licking his lips as he stared at the sweat that glistened against your skin.

"Sometime today, Kook," you teased.

You looked back at him, staring at him with such an intensity that he swallowed out of mild nervousness. You didn't like Jungkook, but you didn't hate him either. He was a fuckboy, and a charming one at that.

He knew exactly what to say and how to act to get any girl to want him. It infuriated you, him having a new girl every night. The thought of him being buried between another girl's legs made you jealous beyond belief.

Not that you would ever admit that to him. You knew he would flirt with other girls to get your attention, always stealing glances to ensure you were watching. But two could play at that game. From then on, whenever one of his friends would speak to you, you made sure to be extra friendly, your touch lingering a little too long on their arms or chest when they made you laugh.

They had taken notice of your antics, finding it amusing that you could bite back. Jungkook's best friend, Jimin, had decided to play along. He would lean against the wall that your back was pressed against, and move down to speak in your ear. Your eyes would stay on Jungkook, watching his jaw clench and usually soft and playful eyes turn into a glare.

"Have some patience, Y/n," Jungkook replied, dealing out the final card and setting the deck face down onto the table.

You stood out of your chair, leaning over to him. He watched you hungrily, eyeing your cleavage. You subtly pushed your breasts closer together, smirking, when Jungkook reacted. You took his bucket hat from him, giggling flirtatiously when you placed it on your head and sat back down.

Jungkook didn't utter a word as he watched your breasts bounce lightly. He tried not to palm himself in his jeans, feeling the discomfort increase.

"Just get on with it. I'm getting bored," you taunted, side eyeing Jimin, who sat on your left.

He tried his best to stifle his laughs, watching the scene unfold. He loved nothing more than watching Jungkook lose himself with you. He knew Jungkook loved making you jealous, but nothing was more fun than contributing to making him jealous.

"Alright, alright," Jungkook breathed.

The game started with Jungkook as the dealer. You looked at your cards: two of diamonds and an ace of spades. Jungkook slowly worked around the circle, and people either stayed or went bust when they asked for another card.

"Right, your turn, Y/n."

"Hit," you spoke.

Jungkook flipped a card down onto the table. Six of diamonds. You nodded, indicating another hit. Jungkook flipped another card. Three of clubs. You sat and thought, looking at everyone else's hands. Not many high cards had been flipped, increasing your chances of a loss.

"Sometime today, Y/n," Jungkook mocked.

You smiled sarcastically at him, asking him for one more hit. You bit your lip, watching as Jungkook flipped the final card for you. Queen of hearts.

"Fuck," you whined, throwing your cards onto the table. "I'm bust."

Jungkook grinned, tutting at you tauntingly. Your tongue darted across your upper lip, suppressing the urge to insult him.

"I just think you cheat. Every game we've played, I've either been bust or you've had a higher number than me by one," you huffed, rolling your eyes.

Jungkook laughed.

"I'm afraid Blackjack is a game of chance, love. Maybe you're just unlucky," he teased, piling all the cards back into the deck.

"I'm not this unlucky."

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair and leaned back in his seat. He shuffled the cards casually, locking eyes with you.

"I'll tell you what. I'll let you shuffle and deal," he suggested, sliding the cards over to you. "And we'll make a bet."

The idea intrigued you. Leaning forward, you rested your elbows on the table, your chin on your interlocked hands. You thought for a moment, then shrugged and grabbed the cards.

"Fine. If I win," you began, shuffling the cards skillfully in your hands, "you can't sleep with anyone for a month."

Jungkook grinned. He liked where you had gone with this bet. He let his thoughts wander, wondering what the best reward would be for him if he won. His eyes landed on Jimin, who casually put his arm over your chair and leaned close to whisper in your ear. His gaze hardened at his friend's closeness, which you had noticed.

"If I win, I get to have you all to myself next week."

His friends let out cheers in unison, while your stomach flipped. You hadn't expected him to be so bold, especially in front of his friends. You shifted in your seat, feeling your underwear dampen at his words.

"Fine."

You dealt the cards between the two of you. You glanced at your cards, checking they didn't add up to twenty-one while Jungkook looked at his.

"Hit," he spoke, voice breathy.

You flipped over the first card, revealing a 5 of clubs. He asked for another hit, and you obeyed, flipping over the next card. He grinned.

"Stay."

He placed his cards down onto the table, revealing twenty-one. You closed your eyes, letting out a sigh in disbelief. How was this man so damn lucky?

You had a nine of spades and a three of hearts, which was not a good start. The first card you flipped had you cursing under your breath. Throwing your hand onto the table, you let your head fall against the back of the chair.

"Bust."

Jungkook and his friends cheered and laughed, looking at the king of spaces on the table with your two other cards.

"Looks like you're gonna be all mine next week, love," Jungkook teased, eyeing you lustfully.

Your nerves got the better of you, and you avoided eye contact with the man who smirked at you. Your heart raced at his words, your chest rising and falling quickly.

Jungkook stood up and squeezed past his friends, so he stood next to you. He hooked his forefinger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Jungkook suppressed a groan when you looked at him. He fought with every ounce of his being not to take you right there on the table.

"I'll see you Monday, love. I'm really looking forward to it."

Sunday.

You had awoken with a pounding headache, groaning as you sat up. The rays from the morning sun shone through the partially closed blinds, making you screw your eyes shut to try and block the light.

"Morning," a familiar voice hummed next to you.

Hoseok sat beside you, holding some ibuprofen and a glass of water. You had ended up at Hoseok's house, which he shared with Namjoon and Yoongi.

"Thanks," you rasped, taking the medicine from Hoseok's palm.

You threw your head back, letting the pill fall into your mouth. Then, you took a gulp of water, letting it wash down with ease.

"You remember what happened last night?" Hoseok asked.

"Unfortunately, yes, I do," you sighed.

You let your head fall into your hands, recalling the previous night. You had lost the bet with Jungkook, meaning that tomorrow, you were all his. You sat, crossing your fingers, silently praying he would forget.

Ping.

"Of course," you groaned.

You knew who it was before you even checked your phone. Jungkook's message popped up on your screen, making you want to hide away under the covers of Hoseok's bed.

Make sure you're at mine by 11:00 pm. Our bet won't start til tomorrow, but I want you here before then. You'll be all mine from the second it hits midnight.

"Hoseok," you whined. "Please get me out of this."

"No can do. You made that bet when you were tipsy. And you had been teasing that boy all night. You did this to yourself," Hoseok replied.

He stood up and left, leaving you to your own thoughts. You fell back onto he bed, groaning in frustration. Why did you have to tease him so much? The idea of this bet wouldn't have even crossed your mind if you weren't shamelessly flirting with him and his best friend.

Huffing, you pulled yourself out of bed, tugging on your joggers, which Hoseok probably took off for you last night, and slumped down the stairs.

"Morning, Y/n," Namjoon greeted with a grin.

"Don't, I know what you're gonna say," you replied, holding your hand up to him. "I fucked up."

"I wouldn't say that," Yoongi mumbled from the chair behind you. "More so that Jungkook's gonna fuck you up-"

"Oh my god, stop!" you cried out, burying your face in your hands.

The two boys laughed as Hoseok entered, carrying a plate of bacon, eggs and toast. He put the plate on the table as you moved to sit down.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Namjoon asked. "I mean, ever since the start of college, you've both been trying to get each other worked up or jealous."

"That's different, though! It's harmless flirting," you defended, picking up your fork and playing with the scrambled eggs.

"Yeah, because Jungkook looking like he's gonna rail you against the wall all the time is harmless flirting," Yoongi replied.

He moved up from the chair to stand beside you, leaning against the island table on his forearms.

"Just admit it, you both like each other."

"We don't like each other," you snapped, glaring at the man. "He's a fuckboy, liking someone isn't in his brain chemistry."

"I'm just saying, people who don't like each other don't get jealous when they aren't getting attention," Yoongi finished, shrugging.

You smacked him on the shoulder gently, scolding him for his words. He only grinned, pushing himself off the table and moving into the living room.

"You might be overthinking this as well," Namjoon added.

You snorted.

"Joon, it's Jungkook. Of course he's going to try and fuck me," you replied.

"Are you against that?"

You were silent, unknowing of what to say. You had no idea why you were suddenly against this bet. The thought of it last night excited you, so why did it leave you feeling self-conscious?

"See. You're just overthinking," Namjoon stated.

With that, he walked away, leaving you alone. You thought over the different scenarios that could play out. Not knowing how this would go down made you even more nervous, but all you could do now was wait.

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Evening had come around much sooner than you would have liked. You packed a travel bag, filled with all the essentials, and realised that if Jungkook wanted this, you would give it to him and make this an unforgettable week for both of you.

Standing before his apartment door, you inhaled deeply, feeling your nerves slowly return. Gently, you knocked, looking at your phone to appear nonchalant. The door swung open to reveal Jungkook—except he stood in nothing but a towel.

"Hey-" you paused when you looked up from your phone.

All casualness had disappeared as your eyes wandered shamelessly over his body. Water dripped from his hair into his muscular chest, and the muscles in his arms tensed slightly as he adjusted the towel hanging loosely around his waist. He couldn't help but grin as your eyes roamed his body.

"Bang on eleven," he teased. "Eager are we?"

You scoffed.

"You wish."

You gently pushed past him, careful not to accidentally touch him as you did so. He watched you closely, noticing how your breathing had picked up when you entered.

You couldn't help but gasp in awe at his home. It was beautiful, stylised in a modern aesthetic, and surprisingly tidy. The black furniture contrasted elegantly with the living room's white walls, with hints of colour being found in the accessories.

"You actually have good taste," you sighed.

"And what do you mean by that?" he asked, suspiciously close to your ear.

You jerked away at his sudden closeness, stepping away to ensure space between you.

"I just mean, I pictured you to seem more... basic, I guess," you responded. "So where am I sleeping then?"

"With me, of course."

Your head fell back as you let out a loud, overdramatic laugh. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to finish. You looked back at him, your smile faltering when you realised he was serious.

"Oh hell, no," you protested. "Nu-uh. You said-"

"I said-" Jungkook interrupted you, "that I would fully have you to myself as of next week. But there is only one bedroom, and I'd be damned if I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

"Then you sleep on the couch!" you countered.

"No, it's my bed."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!" you cried out, growing frustrated.

"Either way, if you sleep on the couch or in the bed, I'll be by your side," Jungkook explained.

Your heart fluttered at his words. He sounded sincere, almost as if he wanted to be close to you. To feel your skin on his.

"Fine," you grumbled. "But no funny business."

"At least until midnight," he grinned cheekily.

Monday.

Surprisingly enough, Jungkook hadn't tried anything, even after it hit midnight. You stood in the kitchen, humming quietly as you cooked breakfast. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous. You never expected this to happen between you and Jungkook, let alone it happening because of a stupid bet.

Jungkook had awoken not long after you, hair still a mess, as he walked into the kitchen in his boxers. He stood behind you, looking over your shoulder as you cooked.

"Smells good," he hummed, his breath fanning your neck.

You shivered at his raspy voice. He couldn't help but grin, walking over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Your stomach flipped, and you felt yourself becoming wet. You hated how he had such an effect on you despite doing so little. You frowned, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

As if a switch inside you flipped, you decided to suppress the nerves and fight back.

You ever so slightly pushed the waistband of your joggers down, revealing your emerald green underwear. You pulled at the sides, bringing them up over your hips to make it more visible.

Jungkook had walked back through as you were plating the food. His eyes immediately fell to your hips, inhaling sharply when he noticed your underwear. He felt his mouth go dry, his cock twitching in his boxers.

Fuck it.

He moved towards you, grabbing your hips and spinning you around to look at him. You were shocked by the sudden action, having no time to react when he pulled you in by the nape of your neck, kissing you.

He was rough, forcing open your mouth by gripping your cheeks with his hand. His tongue past your lips, entangling with your own. You moaned against his kiss, the sound almost sending him into a frenzy.

He pulled your body up against him, letting you feel his bulge poking your stomach. You ran your hand down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. He hissed when you gently tugged the fabric and let it go, it slapping softly against his skin.

"Keep teasing me, and I'll show you what it's like," Jungkook warned.

You smirked into the kiss, continuing your ministrations while your other hand tangled in his hair, tugging occasionally. He grunted at your movements, his patience thinning. The final tug of his hair sent him over the edge. He pulled away, moving to shove the plates of food onto the floor with a crash.

"Jungkook," you scolded.

He didn't listen, spinning and bending you over the kitchen counter. You gasped, feeling his hands on your waist, massaging your sides. He bent over you, his bare chest flush against your back.

"I warned you not to tease me. But you decided to act like a brat," he spoke lowly. He straightened back up, staring at the waistband of your joggers. He hesitated.

"If you're going to fuck me, do it," you challenged.

That's all he needed to hear. Your joggers were at your ankles, your thong and ass on full display. He let out a groan, grabbing the flesh and kneading it.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he breathed, gently spanking you, watching as you ass recoiled against his touch. "I'll have you begging for mercy by the time I'm done with you."

He knelt down, now level with your clothed heat. He breathed heavily, the cool air making you shiver as it hit against your soaked underwear. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned in, licking a slow strip up your clothed entrance.

The feeling of his warm tongue and the fabric of your underwear had an involuntary moan escape your lips. You jerked forward slightly at the sensation, not expecting it to feel so good. His hands moved back to your hips, pulling you back with a tug and keeping you in place.

Another moan echoed throughout the kitchen as he repeated his action, this time, his nose gently brushing against your clit before his tongue touched you.

"Fucking hell, Koo~" you moaned in bliss.

The use of the new nickname had him palming himself in his boxers, and the strain of release became too much. Letting go of one of your hips, he pulled his boxers down slightly allowing his cock sit against his stomach comfortably.

He moved his full attention back onto you, running his hands over your hips and grabbed the band on your underwear. You wiggled your ass, silently giving him permission to continue. Jungkook pulled your underwear off in one swift motion, letting it pool at your ankles with your joggers.

He couldn't help but groan at the sight of you, your wetness glistening against the light. Jungkook moved his hands to the back of your thighs, rubbing them and accidentally letting his thumb brush over your clit. You gasp at his touch, subconsciously pushing back into him. He stopped your actions.

"This is what you get when you disobey me," he breathed.

You whined at his words, but were too prideful to beg. He hummed, smirking as you squirmed in defiance. He brought his fingers up to your entrance, running his fore and middle finger between your folds, glazing them in your essence.

"Koo~ please," you cried, entirely giving up on what little dignity you had left.

"Since you asked so nicely."

A high-pitched moan ripped from your throat as Jungkook eased his fingers into you, almost pulling back out fully, then pushing back in further.

Your head fell against the counter, your legs shaking at his teasing movements. He grinned at how easily you melted into him, his fingers now entirely inside you. He gently curled his fingers, hitting against your sweet spot.

"Oh- oh my god," you breathed, your hand moving instinctively to the edge of the countertop and grabbing the edge.

"You're being obedient for me now? Being such a good girl," Jungkook whispered, seduction lacing his voice.

You let out a hum, nodding in response. Jungkook changed his tactic, thrusting his fingers into you at a steady pace. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the new feeling, and your walls tightened around him.

He chuckled at your body's natural reaction, deciding he'd reward you for your obedience. He leaned forward attaching his lips to your clit and sucking gently.

The combined feeling of his mouth and fingers had you seeing stars, instantly having you reach your high. A string of moans left your lips, your body trembling as Jungkook helped you ride out your orgasm. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the sensitivity between your legs.

"You look so good like this, baby," he exhaled.

Jungkook was pressed back up against you, cock resting between your ass cheeks. His breaths grew uneven as he began to grind into you.

"For fuck sake Koo, just fuck me," you pleaded, your hips bucking back into him when he'd grind into you.

"I'll need to-"

"I'm on contraception," you interrupted. "And fuck me properly, no more of these teasing shit," you paused. "Please."

Jungkook could have came right there at your words. He wasted no time taking his cock and positioning it at your entrance, soaking his tip in your arousal. You both moaned in unison, each feeling the pleasure.

He pushed in slowly, letting out a grunt as he felt you tighten around him again. Your moans mixed in with his as he stretched you, only stopping when he was fully inside. He leaned over you, the feeling of him pulling out of you slightly leaving you breathless.

"Are you ready, baby? Because once I start, I won't stop until I'm satisfied."

"God Koo~ yes, so ready for you," you cried, pushing back into him.

He straightened, grabbing your hips and, without any hesitation, thrusted back into you. You pulled your t-shirt up, stuffing it into your mouth to suppress your moans, the pleasure euphoric.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," Jungkook grunted, his head falling back from the pleasure.

His hand moved to your hair, pulling your head up. Your t-shirt fell out of your mouth, and you let out continuous moans. He laughed breathily, the sounds you made making him go feral.

"Let me hear you, baby," he grunted, his thrusts becoming rougher. "You're being such a good girl. Taking me so well."

"Yes, fuck Koo~" you whimpered. "Your good girl."

Jungkook almost came from your words. He had never thought you would be so submissive for him. He untangled his hand from your hair and moved it past your waist and between your legs.

"Come for me," he whispered.

His fingers rhythmically rubbed your clit in circular motions as he slightly slowed his pace. The combined feeling of him stretching your walls along with him stimulating your clit sent you over the edge. A long, breathy moan left you as your body shook again.

Jungkook didn't stop, though, leaving you a whimpering mess when the sensitivity became too much for you. You moved your arms behind you to push him away, but he held them behind your back with one hand.

"Just a little longer, baby," he breathed. "Be good for me a little longer."

Despite your sensitivity, you didn't actually want him to stop. The feeling of him in you was unbelievable. Pure bliss, you had never felt so complete or fulfilled by anyone. His grip on your arms and waist kept you in place as he trusted a few more times before reaching his high.

"Fuck Koo~" you whined, feeling him fill you with his come.

Jungkook grunted as he slowed his pace, riding out his orgasm. He exhaled, finally stopping his thrusts. Slowly, he pulled out, groaning as he watched his semen drip out of your soaked cunt.

"God, you're perfect," he breathed. "If I could, I'd bend you back over that counter."

You laughed, slowly, standing up straight, your mixed orgasms running down your leg. You wobbled slightly. Jungkook noticed, moving to grab your waist and keep you steady.

"I'll help you to the bathroom, baby. Get yourself cleaned up, and I'll clean up in here," he spoke softly, looking at the broken plates and food scattered over the floor.

Putting his cock back into his boxers, he then scooped you into his arms without hesitation, carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you down on the toilet, gently tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you."

"Once you're finished in the shower, I'll also get cleaned up. I just don't want you stepping on any ceramic shards."

He left momentarily, leaving you by yourself.. With your desire now subsiding, you finally realised that you had sex with Jeon Jungkook. You buried your face in your hands, wanting to scream with joy.

You turned on the shower, thinking that six more days of this would be pure bliss.

Tuesday.

Today was different. You were awoken by your phone ringing, its sharp notes making Jungkook grunt in annoyance.

"Sorry," you mumbled, groggy.

You leaned over to the bedside table, sluggishly grabbing hold of it. You answered without looking at the caller, putting it to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/n."

Jimin.

"Oh hey," you replied, perking it up a little.

Jungkook lifted his head, listening closely to the person on the other end. When he realised it was Jimin, he scoffed, threw the bed sheets off himself, and grabbed a pair of grey joggers. Without saying a word, he walked out of the bedroom.

You watched him leave, confused by his behaviour. Shrugging it off, you focused your attention back on Jimin.

"I just wanted to check up on you and see how it's going with Kook."

"It's uh-it's great," you replied sheepishly.

Jimin chuckled at your embarrassed tone. Jungkook returned, his glare hardening when he saw you still on the phone. He walked over, snatching the device from your hand.

"Hey!" you called.

"Sorry Jimin, she's gonna have to call you back," he snapped before handing up.

"Kook, what the fuck was that for!" you asked angrily.

He huffed, tossing your phone onto the bed, grabbing you by your ankle, and pulling you to the edge. You squeaked at the sudden pull, falling quiet when you locked eyes with him. He was jealous.

"You're mine, got it?"

You couldn't help but smile at him. Silently, you moved onto your knees, ass resting on your heels and slowly ran your hand up his bare chest. He melted slightly into your touch, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.

"If I weren't yours, would I be here?" you asked innocently.

He hummed at your question, not trusting himself to speak. You moved up from your heels, wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him down and kissing him.

Jungkook smirked into the kiss, trying to take control of the situation when you pulled away. You shook your head, moving to stand up and spinning him around so he faced away from the bed. You pushed him gently, making him sit down.

You sank back down to your knees, spreading his legs further apart with your hands. He watched you eagerly, silently consenting to your movements.

Jungkook was hard, an outline of his bulge straining against his trousers. You palmed him through the fabric, making him throw his head back, letting out a quiet moan.

Slowly and teasingly, you pulled his trousers and boxers down, revealing his length. Wrapping your hand around his dick, you ran your finger over his tip. He shivered at the pleasure, locking eyes with you as you did so.

You smiled teasingly, pulling away and seductively licking the tip of your thumb. Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off you, finding you alluring to watch. You grabbed his cock again, running your now wet thumb over his head.

The new feeling had him leaning back on his hands, groaning. You flirtatiously tilted your head.

"You like that, Koo?~" you teased, applying a little more pressure as you swiped over his tip again.

"Fuck yes, baby," he spoke breathlessly.

You hummed, noticing pre-cum leaking from his cock. Taking the opportunity, you moved forward and wrapped your lips around him.

Jungkook instinctively grabbed the sheets on his bed, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock sending him into a state of euphoria.

All the jealousy he felt for Jimin was out the window. You were here with him, not Jimin, significantly boosting his ego. He fought the urge to thrust up into your throat, not knowing if it was something you would enjoy.

Like he had done to you yesterday, you slowly took in more of him with every bob of your head. You coated his cock in your saliva, making everytime you went back down on him easier.

He watched as you slowly worked your way down him, eyes widening in surprise, impressed by how well you were taking him. Relaxing your throat, and with one final push, you had taken him down to his base.

"Ah, fuck," he moaned, running his hand through your hair.

When you could no longer hold your breath, you pulled back, a gagging sound following. You gasped, your hand moving up and down his length to keep pleasuring him.

"Taking my cock so well," he cooed, moving his hand from your hair to your chin, wiping away saliva that ran down.

"I'm not done yet, baby," you whispered.

You moved back, and instead of deep throating him again, you bobbed your head at a steady pace, hollowing your cheeks as you did so. He groaned, slowly losing himself to the pleasure. He bucked his hips upwards, taking you a little by surprise.

"Shit, sorry baby," he stammered. "You just feel so fucking good."

You hummed, sending vibrations through him. He shook, feeling his orgasm getting close. You listened to him stutter, trying to speak. Knowing he was close, you suddenly pulled back, making him whine at the loss of pleasure.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked, pouting at you.

"You don't want to fuck me?" you asked, feigning innocence.

Those words alone gave him all the strength he needed. Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and stood, turning you and pushed you down onto the bed. He discarded his trousers and boxers entirely, climbing on top of you.

You lay underneath him, which gave him plenty of time to examine you thoroughly. He slowly ran his hand up your naked thigh, stopping just before he reached your underwear. You let out a slight whine when he stopped.

He continued shortly after, but instead of touching you where you wanted him most, he moved up, his hand snaking under your white t-shirt and in between your breasts.

"You think teasing me funny, baby?" you taunted.

"You weren't complaining when I was doing it," you pouted.

Ping.

The sound made you both look at your phone. Jimin's name could be read on the screen. Jungkook's jealousy rose again at his friend's name, and you watched his expression change. You bit your lip, unsure of what would come.

Jungkook lost all chivalry, tearing your t-shirt off from the neck. You yelped as your breasts bounced from the movement, nipples hardening from the cool air. Your breathing increased as he stared, eyes hardened in jealousy.

You watched as he lowered himself to your right breast, his hand snaking up to the other, grasping it firmly. He let his finger run lightly over your nipple while his lips attached to the other one.

You arched your back as the sensation of pleasure travelled through your body at his actions. He flicked and sucked at your nipple, occasionally biting gently, while his fingers worked on the other one.

"Holy shit. Kook."

"You have no idea how crazy you drove me when Jimin would flirt with you. You're mine, got that? And if I have to fuck that into you for you to understand, I will," he growled against your skin.

He switched to your other breast, blowing cold air against your nipple, then encasing his lips around it.

"I'm only yours," you replied, tangling your fingers through his hair.

Good.

He pulled back, staring at your reddened breasts. He grinned, moving to your underwear and pulling them off. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when he saw how wet you were.

Jungkook moved back up so he hovered over you, his cock pressed against your entrance. He looked at you, to which you nodded, and he pushed in.

"Fuck," you whispered, wrapping your legs around him and pushing him all the way.

He lowered himself, moaning softly into your ear at the familiar feeling of you around him. Jungkook grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and effortlessly lifted your ass, placing the pillow underneath you.

Resting you back down onto the pillow, the new angle had you whimpering at how deep he was. He buried his face into your neck, breathing softly. You caressed his hair, letting your fingers glide down to trace small patterns into his muscular back.

He slowly pulled out and eased back into you, the feeling of him stretching you out, leaving you in a state of pure bliss. He grunted, feeling himself losing his composure at how good you felt.

"Baby, you feel so good," he mumbled, his breathing restless.

"Kook. Please," you begged, your back arching uncontrollably.

He aggressively kissed your neck, biting ever so slightly. He straightened and grabbed you by the hips. You both paused, looking at each other for a moment, then he proceeded to move you in rhythm with his thrusts.

You wailed, grabbing hold of Jungkook's forearms as some type of support for the pleasure you were feeling. He panted, watching as his cock slipped in and out of you with ease.

You both groaned in unison. Jungkook's thrusts slowed, but they became rougher as he did so. You were seeing stars, mouth agape from the pleasure as he hit you deeper than he had before.

He traced one of his hands up your body, to your breasts, massaging them. His fingers ran over your sensitive nipple, and then pinched, the pain and pleasure a perfect combination.

The steady pace Jungkook kept had you coming undone quickly, turning your face into the duvet cover to muffle your noises. Jungkook stared in awe at how beautiful you looked underneath him. Your skin had begun to glisten with sweat, your hair messily covering your eyes, and your soft hands gripped his forearms for support.

Jungkook suddenly lost his pace as he came, moving to lean on top of you as he orgasmed. His head rested against your breast, both of you panting loudly in the silence of the room.

"Fuck, Y/n," Jungkook whispered between breaths.

"What's wrong?" you asked, wondering if you had done something.

"Nothing, baby, you are just amazing. Your head is just... wow."

You chuckled slightly, both lying in a tangled mess, silently enjoying one another's company.

Wednesday.

Jungkook had decided that he had to join you in the shower. No matter how much you protested or insisted you shower separately, he was adamant that you be together.

At this point, you had both grown comfortable around being naked in front of one another, often sleeping together nude, with him spooning you. So you were both unbothered if one of you suddenly wandered around the house naked.

That was precisely what you were doing, trying to locate a towel. You covered your chest with your hands and wandered around the apartment.

"Kook!" you yelled, frustrated.

Jungkook was by your side in seconds, completely ignoring the fact that you were naked. He let his hands rest on your upper arms, looking at you with concern.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked softly.

"Baby?" you asked. "You only call me baby when we're fucking."

Jungkook stammered over his words, heat rising in his cheeks in embarrassment. He awkwardly removed his hands from you, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Force of habit?" he replied, though it sounded more like a question.

"It's fine, Kook. I kind of like it, actually," you teased, gently tapping him on the nose with your finger. "The real issue is, I can't find a fucking towel."

Jungkook's eyes finally wandered over your body, subconsciously licking his lips and suppressing a smirk. You huffed, glaring at him and his lack of help.

"I'll go get us some. Just get in the shower, and I'll join you shortly."

"Okay."

You left the living room and wandered into the bathroom. You had turned on the shower earlier to let it heat up when you had noticed the missing towels. You moved your hand under the running water, humming in satisfaction at the perfect temperature.

You stepped in, sighing at the water hitting your skin. Turning to face the showerhead, you ensured the water soaked your body entirely. The feeling of the water hitting against your breasts made you shiver.

You let your hands roam your body, breath hitching when your fingers lightly brushed your sensitive bud. You continued the ministrations, a quiet moan emitting from you as you did.

Leaning forward, your head rested against the shower glass, eyes closed, drowning in the pleasure. Your other hand traced down your body and between your legs. Gathering some of your wetness on your fingers, you moved up to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves gently.

Being so enveloped in your pleasure, you hadn't realised Jungkook had walked in. He stood silently, listening to your melodic moans. The shower glass had steamed up, but he could clearly see your silhouette. His mouth fell open when he watched you turn around to slide down the wall.

Not sparing a second thought, he quietly removed his clothes, discarding them in the laundry basket. He grabbed hold of his cock, pumping himself a few times as he watched you.

"Fuck, Kook-" you muttered absentmindedly, catching him off guard.

You were unaware he was outside the shower door, but your mind wandered to him as you played with yourself, wishing he were making you feel this good.

Your fingers now dipped inside you, while your thumb continued you rub your clit in circular motions. Back now arched, you let out a breathy moan, it echoing throughout the bathroom.

A string of quiet moans left you as your orgasm approached. Jungkook continued to jerk himself off, his tip now leaking with pre-cum. Your body jolted as your orgasm washed over you, the feeling causing your legs to shake in pleasure.

The sound of the shower door opening startled you, and you instinctively pulled your shaky legs up to your chest to cover yourself. Jungkook stepped into the shower, looking at you hungrily.

"Kook-" you began.

Jungkook cut you off, kneeling down to your level and pulling you into a heated kiss. You melted into him, expecting him to slip his tongue into your mouth. But he didn't. He continued to kiss you, passion burning inside both of you.

"Stand up," he breathed when he pulled away.

Jungkook helped you up, so you stood in front of him. The water was hitting against his back, little sprays of water dampening his hair. His hand snaked under your left leg, pulling it up. Naturally, you wrapped it around his waist, fully feeling his length against your heat.

Your head fell against his shoulder at the feeling, your desire for him increasing. He removed his hand from your leg, taking hold of his cock and angling it in front of your entrance.

"Please, want you so bad," you pleaded, kissing softly against his skin.

You bit down on him as he pushed into you, the feeling of him inside you, being too good. His head fell back in bliss, having you around him seemed to get better everytime he fucked you.

Now in you entirely, he slowly thrusted, the position slightly restricting his movements. But that didn't matter to you. Jungkook simply being inside you was all you needed.

On the other hand, Jungkook was growing frustrated with the lack of movement. He cursed under his breath, moving your arms around his neck. You were confused, but still complied.

He wasted no time hooking his hands under your thighs and lifting you up with ease. You slid up and down on his cock as he moved, trying to suppress your mewls. He wrapped your other leg around his waist and moved so your back was pressed against the wall.

"Such a good girl, baby. Thinking about me while you touch yourself. That's exactly how it should be. Only me that you think about," Jungkook grunted, beginning to thrust into you.

Your cheeks flushed at his words. He had heard you call out his name when you touched yourself. He chuckled at your expression.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby, it just means I got my message across yesterday," he panted.

You tightened your grip around his neck, pulling your body flush with his. Jungkook took that opportunity to step away from the wall and bend his legs slightly, reducing the weight on your arms and legs.

Grabbing your waist, he slid you up and down on his cock, the lewd sound of smacking reverberating throughout the room. You let out cries of pleasure at how deep he was hitting inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust.

"Such a-" he grunted as he pulled you back onto him, "good fucking girl."

"Fuck, Kook. I'm close," you whimpered, your second orgasm pooling in your stomach. "Please make me come. Wanna come on your cock."

Jungkook's thrusts - somehow - become rougher, pounding into you with such strength that you milk his length within a few thrusts. Your nails dug into his back as you came, making him hiss. Jungkook's hands wrapped under your thighs again, and he gently pulled out, whining at the emptiness.

"I'm not done with you yet, baby," he grinned. "Think you can handle more?"

"God, yes, please."

Jungkook manoeuvred you, pressing you up against the glass, your breasts flattening. He gently moved your legs apart and pushed himself back into you. You whined, slightly sensitive from your previous orgasms.

"You've had your fun. Now I'm going to fuck you until I come. And I don't care how many time you come on my cock for me to do that," Jungkook spoke, voice low.

"Yes, please, use me as you please."

Jungkook thrusted into you, his speed and rhythm having you come undone almost immediately, the sensitivity from before returning. Your hands were flat against the glass, the condensation of the shower disappearing under your touch.

"Feel, so fucking good. Like your pussy was made for me," Jungkook growled, not showing any sign of slowing his thrusts.

"Only yours, Koo," you cried out, feeling another orgasm wash over you.

It wasn't until your fifth orgasm that Jungkook began to lose his pace, the constant feeling of your walls tightening around him bringing him close.

"Come with me, baby," Jungkook panted, his hand moving between your legs to gently pinch and rub your sensitive clit.

Your hips bucked at the sensitivity, and you pushed back into him suddenly. You screamed his name as you came one final time, body shaking violently at the pleasure and overstimulation. With one final thrust, Jungkook came, grabbing your hips to keep you still.

He leaned over your back, pulling out of you entirely. You whimpered, and your legs gave out from underneath you. Jungkook quickly caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist protectively as you both sank onto the floor.

"I've got you," he soothed. "I've got you."

You panted, feeling yourself throb between your legs. Your legs were closed tight, and Jungkook watched, growing slightly worried as your body continued to tremble.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, voice laced with concern.

You chuckled weakly.

"No, baby. You didn't," you exhaled. "Just really-" you twitched, "really sensitive."

Jungkook smiled at your words, rocking you back and forward slightly, which surprisingly put you at ease.

"Take as long as you need, baby. And when you're ready, we can shower properly."

"At this rate, with how long we've been here, we won't have any hot water left," you joked, making Jungkook laugh.

Thursday.

One thing you had discovered about Jungkook was that he was loaded. You were astonished to learn that he had his own home gym. There was no doubt that he worked out. You could hardly stop yourself from staring at how he filled out his t-shirts, or how his veins were visible when lifting something heavy.

You only found out about his home gym when Jungkook, in gym attire, made his way in the opposite direction of the front door.

"Is the front door not that way?" you asked, pointing behind you.

"Yes?" Jungkook replied, confused. "Why are you asking?"

"Didn't you say you were going to the gym?"

"I did, and I am. I have a home gym."

You were shocked initially. He led you down the hallway to the door at the end and opened it. You were surprised at how spacious it was, with mirrors and gym equipment neatly arranged, looking like a public gym.

"Fucking hell, are you secretly a billionaire or something?" you asked in disbelief.

"My dad's a CEO," he explained. "If you ever want to use the equipment, you can."

"I wouldn't know where to begin," you replied, sheepishly.

Jungkook held his hand out to you, which you gladly took, and pulled you further into the room. You reached the other end of the room where the weight racks stood. Next to them was a pull-up bar, which Jungkook stood under.

"Come here," he instructed.

He placed his hands around your waist and gently pulled you in front of him, back against his chest. He let out a little giggle as he stepped back a little bit, bringing you with him so you were directly underneath the bar.

"I'm gonna lift you, okay, baby? And I want you to grab hold of the bar," Jungkook explained.

He bent down slight, wrapping his arms around your thighs, face pressed against you ass. You blushed at his position and the fact that he expected you to suddenly be able to do a pull-up.

"Kookie, I don't know if I can even do a pull-up," you mumbled shyly.

Jungkook's heart melted at the nickname, and how cute you were when you were shy. He gave you a reassuring squeeze before lifting you up. You quickly grabbed the bar, allowing him to let you go.

"Jesus," you cursed, feeling gravity wanting to pull you down to the ground.

Jungkook moved in front of you and wrapped his hands around your ankles. You stared at him, struggling to maintain your grip on the bar.

"It's alright, baby, I've got you," he smiled. "I'll be right here to help. And if you need to let go, just say."

Jungkook assisted you in doing five pull-ups. Assisting as in he held most of your weight as you pulled yourself up. You giggled at how easy it was, knowing Jungkook was doing all the work. He let you go, and you dropped back down onto the floor.

"See, you're a natural," he teased.

You laughed, placing your hand on his arm. Jungkook's face flushed as you leaned against him, heart racing at your closeness.

"Do you want to help me work out now? Since I was so nice in helping you?" Jungkook suggested with a grin.

"Sure!" you beamed, excited to see his routine.

It was the worst decision you had ever made. Not because Jungkook made you do anything complicated. But because you couldn't stop staring.

Jungkook had discarded his shirt the moment his workout session started. He would constantly ask you for resistance bands or lighter weights. You would hum in response, staying exactly where you were, just... staring. Jungkook chuckled.

"Baby."

"Yeah?" you asked, thoughtlessly.

He exhaled, stood up, and walked over to you. You swallowed thickly, staring at his chest directly in front of you. Sweat glistened against his skin, slowly running down the grooves of his muscles. Your breathing picked up, your underwear beginning to dampen as inappropriate thoughts clouded your mind. Jungkook forced you to look up at him by placing his forefinger under your chin and tilting your head upwards.

"If you want me, you need only ask," he teased, mischief dancing in his eyes.

You flushed at his words, averting your gaze, though it was hard when every wall in the room was covered in mirrors. It was Jungkook, shirtless, in all his glory, everywhere you looked.

"Get down on one of the mats in front of the mirrors," Jungkook demanded, voice low.

You shuddered at his voice, but obeyed, shuffling over to one of the mats and sitting cross-legged facing the mirror. Jungkook watched you, biting his lip at how your hips swayed in your joggers. He quickly followed after you, kneeling down behind you.

Jungkook's gaze was intense as he watched you in the mirror. He lowered himself to your neck, still watching and attached his lips to your skin. He smirked as he kissed your neck, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

"Kook," you moaned, moving your hand to tangle in his hair.

"Gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, show you how fucking beautiful you are getting wrecked by me."

Your stomach flipped at his words, his dirty talk turning you on more than you already were. His kisses continued, slowly travelling down to your shoulder. You jolted when he found your sweet spot, your grip in his hair tightening.

Jungkook took the opportunity to suck and bite at your sensitive spot, only pulling away when he was satisfied with his work. You raised your head, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Jungkook stared at you, eyes dark and waiting for your reaction.

You gently touched the now bruised skin on your shoulder, tracing the outline. Jungkook's hand snaked up your arm, interlocking his fingers with yours. Planting a quick kiss against your jaw, he gently pushed you forward, your ass now pressed up against his crotch.

You involuntarily moaned when you could feel his bulge poking against you, excitement building up in your core. Subconsciously, you arched your back, pushing further into him. The action had him groan, holding your hips steady as he slowly grinded into you.

"Patience, baby," he chuckled, kneading your hips gently.

You whined, burying your face into the mat in frustration. Jungkook leaned forward slightly, tracing his fingers along your stomach teasingly.

"Kook, please don't tease," you whispered. "Want you so bad."

Jungkook's hand travelled further down, moving underneath your cargo trousers and underwear. His middle finger slid between your folds, gathering some of your slick.

"So wet for me, and I've barely touched you," Jungkook teased.

He moved back up to your clit, grazing it lightly, making you jolt at his touch. He laughed through his nose at your sensitivity, gently stimulating your bundle of nerves.

"So good for me," he breathed, kneading the flesh of your butt in his other hand.

He gently smacked your ass, the added action having lewd nosies fall from your lips. His pace slowly increased, but was still gentle, watching you in the mirror as you cried, fingers trying to grab the mat for support.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" he encouraged "Gonna be a good girl and come on my fingers?"

"Yes, Koo, wanna come for you," you moaned, feeling your high approaching.

"Come for me."

As if on command, you reached your orgasm, jolting away from him when the sensitivity became too much. Body twitching, you fell forward, lying flat on your stomach. The knot you felt slowly dispersed as your body began to relax.

Jungkook didn't wait for you, moving to pull down your trousers and underwear, revealing your glistening heat. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him. He had discarded his trousers and boxers as you were attempting to recover, his cock sliding between your wet folds.

The feeling of his tip brushing against your clit had your whining at the sensitivity. Jungkook grinned, moving forward slightly, watching your reflection in the mirror.

He ran his hand underneath your baggy top, massaging your breasts over your bra, another added sensation making you moan. You had began to move along his cock, without realising, the sudden movement making Jungkook grunt and gently bite down on your shoulder.

He moved his free hand to his cock, guiding his tip to your entrance and slowly pushed in. It was a feeling you wished you could experience every second of the day. The stretching of your walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head in ecstasy.

"Look at yourself, baby. See how beautiful you look coming undone because of me," Jungkook whispered, nipping at your earlobe.

He gently moved your face to look at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks flushed at your reflections, watching as his cock slid in and out of you with ease. The way your chest rose and fell with his movements, how the hand massaging your breast had moved past your bra and was now teasing your nipple.

"Kook," you whined in bliss.

Your eyes fell on him, and his gaze was dark, staring at you with lust-filled eyes. Your breath hitched, the combination of his gaze and how good he was making you feel forced you to look away, suddenly shy at how exposed you felt.

"No," Jungkook breathed. "Look at yourself."

Obeying his command, you looked back, watching Jungkook thrust into you. You felt so dirty watching, but you couldn't take your eyes off the way he thrusted into you. Jungkook smirked, noticing where your gaze was.

"You like watching me fuck you, baby?" he panted. "Well, how about I give you a better angle?"

In a moment, you were in a new position. Jungkook lay on the floor, you sitting above him, still facing the mirror. Your cheeks burned at how exposed you suddenly felt.

Jungkook bent his knees slightly, instructing you to place your feet on his thighs. He wasted no time sliding back into you, fucking you with ease. The new position had him going deeper with every thrust, his hands on your waist to keep you steady while yours were flat on the floor.

"Better baby?" Jungkook asked. "Get to see me fucking you properly, like the good girl you are."

You mewled, the sight before you having that familiar feeling bubbling inside you. Your walls clenched around him, slightly, and Jungkook knew you were close. With his orgasm closing in as well, he pushed into you with more force, the feeling almost winding you.

"Come with me, baby. I know you're close," Jungkook encouraged as he reached his limit.

He continued to thrust, ignoring the oversensitivity he was feeling, to help you reach your high. You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you, and he immediately stopped, too sensitive to continue thrusting.

You sat down on him entirely, his cock sliding back into you, making you both hiss at how delicate you both felt. Leaning forward, you panted, body slightly spasming from the bliss you were in.

"You okay, baby?" he asked soothingly, rubbing his hand up and down your side comfortingly.

"Yes, Kook," you replied. "I just didn't think, watching us fucking in a mirror would be so... hot."

Jungkook chuckled, grabbing a discarded towel and holding it underneath you. You pulled off of him, the towel catching most of your mixed orgasms. Jungkook loved to watch his come drip out of you. It was as if he had claimed you entirely. You, and you alone, were his. No one else could have you.

"I think we need a shower," you said softly, holding the towel between your legs. I don't want to ruin your mats."

Jungkook stood up, scooping you in his arms and walked out of the gym. He brought you into the bathroom, sat you on the toilet seat, and then turned the shower on.

"Well, my workout didn't go exactly as planned," he confessed. "But I do love a bit of cardio."

You both laughed, gently taking hold of his hand, waiting for the shower to heat up.

Friday.

You hadn't even left the bedroom when Jungkook started following you, wanting to be between your legs. You informed him that Jimin had texted you about a party happening the following day at Namjoon's. Needless to say, Jungkook didn't like Jimin's name in your mouth.

"You always sound so beautiful," he hummed, the vibration of his voice sending thrills through you.

You were sitting on the stairs, originally on your way to brush your teeth, when Jungkook had suddenly spun you around and forced you to sit.

Your protests were cut short when he was already nestled between your legs, shoving your underwear to the side and diving in like he hadn't drunk anything for weeks.

"Kook."

"Yes, baby?" he asked, he asked between kisses.

His lips wrapped around your clit, letting his tongue brush over it. You sighed, body melting into his touch. You felt him smirk against your skin. He flattened his tongue against you, his touch making you shiver.

He continued to lick and suck, sometimes pushing his tongue past your folds, your back arching in pleasure. Jungkook pulled away suddenly, making you pout at the loss of contact.

"Koo~" you whined.

"Can't you mess up the floorboards, can we?" Jungkook teased.

You scoffed, feigning offence. His smile faltered as you stood and walked up the stairs. It returned quickly, however, when you looked over your shoulder, eyeing him seductively.

"You coming or not?"

Jungkook ran up the stairs, two steps at a time and scooped you into his arms when you were both at the top. Both of you laughed as he spun you around. He stopped briefly, still holding you in his arms as you laughed.

He couldn't help but stare at you, smiling softly. Your slightly tousled hair from being spun around, and you leaning into him, had his heart fluttering.

"Are you okay?" you asked quietly when you noticed his dazed expression.

"Huh? Oh yes," Jungkook responded, quickly putting you down.

You stumbled slightly when your feet touched the floor, quickly grabbing Jungkook's forearm for stability. He instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist.

You pulled away from you, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, beckoning him with your other hand. Desire clouded Jungkook's eyes, a grin sliding onto his face. He caught up to you quickly, tugging your hand off his t-shirt and facing you away from him.

Jungkook guided you forward until you were pressed against the glass window at the end of the hallway. His hands roamed your body, grabbing and groping whatever he could.

"Since I couldn't finish what I started on the stairs. Let me do that here," he offered, voice thick with lust.

You nodded, pushing your ass against his crotch making him groan. He moved quickly, pulling your underwear down to your mid-thigh. Removing himself of his clothes he let his cock sit against your ass, grinding against you slightly.

"Kook," you moaned, growing impatient.

Jungkook only chuckled, teasing your soaked entrance with the tip of his cock. He gently pushed in, but pulled out when he was only halfway in. You huffed, jerking back so when he next pushed in, he was all the way inside you.

"F-uck, Y/n!" Jungkook gasped.

"If you're not going to do it I will," you fired back, cocky grin evident.

You moved at a steady pace, the feeling of you moving instead of him had Jungkook in a state of euphoria. He gripped your waist tightly, but didn't take over. He just threw his head back at the pleasure you were giving him.

"Am I taking you well, baby?" you asked teasingly, slightly mocking him for all the times he praised you.

"Jesus, yeah. Taking me so fucking well," Jungkook replied.

He looked down, watching as your ass bounced up and down on him, the recoil alone having him moan in pleasure. He couldn't help but watch as you moved, moans falling from your lips as you rode him.

"You-" he panted, "you keep this up, I'll come."

You abruptly stopped, making him pout. You slowly pulled him out of you and turned to look at him. Your eyes were innocent, but your smirk said otherwise.

"Then I guess we'll have to leave this for later?" you taunted.

You ran your hands slowly up his chest and around the nape of his neck, the feeling making him shiver in delight. Pulling him down, you interlocked your lips into a passionate and heated kiss. Your tongue traced along his bottom lip, and you nibbled at it gently, making him moan. You pulled away, smiling at him sweetly.

"Now I really need to brush my teeth," you finished, walking away.

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Jungkook had tried to have his way with you multiple times that day, but you'd stop him every time he began to get a bit too handsy. It didn't help that you had decided to wear a black lace lingerie body suit around the house. And black was a colour he most particularly enjoyed seeing on you.

Jungkook sat at the dining table in the early evening, scrolling thoughtlessly through his phone. You had walked into the room, then entered the kitchen. Jungkook had to do a double-take when he saw you.

You still wore the same bodysuit you had all day, except this time, the crotch was missing from the one piece, leaving your heat on full display for him to see. Another thing that didn't help was that you were now wearing thigh-high boots, perfectly squishing your thighs.

"You want something for dinner?" you asked nonchalantly.

Jungkook didn't answer, instead watching as you bent over, looking in one of the cabinets for a wok. His tongue darted across his lower lip, fighting the urge to take you right there.

"Kook?"

A reply didn't come. Instead, Jungkook's arms snaked around your waist and pulled you away from the kitchen counter. He wasted no time sitting you up on the dining table, mildly surprising you.

"I only want you. Only need you," Jungkook breathed, his words profoundly affecting you.

Jungkook spread your legs, and dove in, flattening his tongue against your clit. Mewls escaped you as he lapped at your juices, not seeming to get enough of you.

He had barely started before he was pulled away, pulling you off the table. In no time, you were bent over, legs spread wide apart, and he had pushed into you.

"Fuck- Jungkook," you cried out.

"You think it's funny, teasing me like this? Huh?" Jungkook growled, thrusting into you with such power that it left you breathless. "Looking so fucking hot, I can barely control myself."

His hands tightened around your waist, tighter than usual, and it was almost uncomfortable. You moaned with every thrust, each time he reentered you, it was deeper, harder, faster.

"Come on, baby. You were so mouthy earlier, where's all that confidence gone?" he taunted.

You frowned at his words, knowing he was challenging you. Placing both hands on the table, you pushed yourself up slightly and moved back into him when he pushed forward into you. He grunted, clearly feeling that you were working against him.

"I don't need to be mouthy to be confident," you snapped back.

His movements slowly ceased as yours increased. The feeling of you moving on him was pure bliss, something that Jungkook didn't know could feel as good as this. He gently slapped your ass a few times, the sound echoing quietly in the room.

"Come for me, baby," you instructed. "You wanted to come in me so badly earlier, go on."

As if on command, Jungkook orgasmed, grabbing your hips to slow your movements as he did. He leaned forward, his chest pressed against your back. Slowly pulling out of you, Jungkook straightened and went to the kitchen to grab you a tea towel.

"Did you come too?" he asked.

"Not this time," you responded casually.

You noticed Jungkook pout, moving over and hugging you from behind.

"I guess I'll need to fix that."

"Kook, you just fucked me," you laughed.

"Yeah, but I can't have you not feeling good," he said, tracing his hand over your upper arm. "Besides, you always seem to enjoy my tongue."

You rolled your eyes, but smiled at his words.

"No."

You turned, walking away into the bathroom to go clean up.

"Oh, come on, please!" Jungkook whined as he followed behind you.

Saturday.

"Are you almost done?! I really need to pee," Jungkook pleaded, banging on the bathroom door.

"Almost!" you called back.

Jungkook had decided that trying to have sex at every given opportunity this morning was a good idea. Now you were rushing your make-up and were already an hour late for the party. Finishing up the last little bits of your eyeliner, you spun around and unlocked the door.

"Oh my god, move!" Jungkook squeaked, already unzipping his jeans before he was even at the toilet.

"Calm down, Kook," you laughed, exiting the bathroom.

You wandered into the bedroom, admiring your appearance in the full-length mirror. You weren't overdressed, wearing a simple black dress that dropped at the mid-thigh. It hugged your figure, accentuating all your curves perfectly.

Jungkook had stepped into the room while you were putting on your heels. His eyes wandered over your body in admiration. How the dress looked on you was breathtaking. Heat began to rise in his cheeks, turning red at the inappropriate thoughts that now clouded his mind.

"You going to survive in heels all night, baby?" he asked, trying to push the images of you underneath him aside.

You jumped slightly at his voice, not having heard him enter the bedroom. You spun around, looking him in the eyes innocently.

"Probably not," you mumbled in response. "But heels are the only thing that looks good with this dress."

Jungkook chuckled and moved over to you. He knelt on the floor, taking your hand and planting soft kisses against your knuckles. The action made you blush.

"You look beautiful in anything," he complimented. "I'll pack your trainers, okay? And if your heels hurt too much, you can swap."

"Okay," you replied shyly.

"I'll also pack you a change of clothes, in case you get cold, okay? I have a feeling people will be staying over anyway, and we'll probably be amongst those people."

You nodded, and Jungkook smiled, gently slapping your thigh and standing up. You sat, slightly embarrassed at his gentle touch. It was different from usual, almost as if you were a couple.

You quickly shook the thought from your head, finding the idea of Jungkook, the well-known playboy from college, and you being in a relationship. You had to stifle your laugh to stop yourself from looking like a mad person just suddenly laughing.

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You arrived with Jungkook at the party a few hours after it had started, and surprisingly, the place wasn't wrecked. Upon entering, you immediately tripped over someone's foot, barely catching yourself.

"Here, follow me," Jungkook whispered in your ear.

He slid his hand into yours, something that Jungkook was one hundred per cent against when it came to having a situationship with someone. No public affection. The action took you by surprise, but you followed behind slowly.

Jungkook could feel when you were falling behind, stopping every now and then to wait for you to catch up. You greeted people as you walked past, finally entering the kitchen where you and Jungkook's friends sat.

"Guys! You finally made it!" Taehyung stood up from his chair to hug his friend.

Jungkook's hand slipped from yours, something that left you feeling empty. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab his shirt for comfort. But you refrained.

"Too much fucking I'd say," Yoongi teased, eyeing you knowingly.

You flushed at his words, stuttering, trying to explain yourself. Jungkook stood, watching you grow more embarrassed as you stammered.

"Cards, anyone?" Jungkook suggested, pulling the attention away from you.

The boys nodded eagerly, waiting for the two of you to sit. Noticing you weren't moving, Jungkook slid his hand back into yours, that warm feeling returning, and guided you to sit beside him.

Jimin watched, grinning at your flushed expression. He glanced at Jungkook, and Jungkook was already looking back at him, a glare evident. Jimin tilted his head tauntingly, eyebrows raised.

You winced as Jungkook's grip tightened subconsciously. Your sudden noise worried the boy, who looked at your hands and noticed his hand wrapping tightly around yours.

"Fuck, sorry baby," he mumbled, kissing your hand gently.

The action had everyone at the table staring, Hoseok absentmindedly shuffling the cards as he watched. Your heart raced, giving Jungkook's hand a reassuring squeeze as if to say it was okay.

Jungkook's heart ached when you winced. He didn't mean to hurt you, but his friend was testing his patience. Jungkook didn't let go of your hand, holding it and lovingly tracing his thumb across your skin.

"You dealing or what?" Jungkook asked, looking amongst his friends.

"I-uh, yeah," Hoseok stuttered, quickly dealing out the cards.

"I'll just watch," you claimed, pushing the card back to Hoseok.

He shrugged, putting the card at the bottom of the deck and moving on to Jungkook.

"You scared you'll lose again?" he teased, leaning in closer to you.

You only hummed in response, slightly nudging him and smiling. He chuckled, and you both looked at his cards eagerly.

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As the night passed, the group slowly got more drunk, and you were practically hanging off Jungkook's arm, still not letting go of each other's hands. You were giggling, clearly tipsy, and whispering in Jungkook's ear as he continued to play.

"Whoa, there," Jungkook spoke, discarding his cards and catching you as you slid off the stool.

"I wanna dance," you slurred, tugging his hand.

Before Jungkook could even answer, a voice sounded from behind him.

"I'll dance with you."

You beamed, sliding your hand out of Jungkook's and into Jimin's. You guided him onto the dance floor, leaving Jungkook, who had clenched his fists.

"So I assume you and Kook are together now?" Jimin asked, taking your hands in his, as you danced.

"Oh, no," you replied casually, taking Jimin by surprise. "I don't think he'll ever see me as something more than a fuck buddy now."

"Please tell me you're joking, Y/n. Look at Jungkook right now. He wants to tear off my fucking head cos we're dancing."

Looking over Jimin's shoulder, you could see Jungkook's dark gaze, eyes filled with hatred. You gulped, only realising how jealous he had become of you and Jimin.

"Then maybe we should stop," you suggested.

"Believe it or not, I agree. Jungkook has become rather... protective of you. The only reason he hasn't killed me yet is because I'm his best friend."

You laughed, slapping him slightly on the chest. Jimin chuckled, stepping away from you, and pulling out the wackiest, most embarrassing dance moves he could. You howled in laughter, the sound reaching Jungkook's ears.

His eyes softened, watching as you bent over, your hands on your thighs, trying to stop your laughter. He realised just how close you and Jimin were as friends there, and it put him at ease. Jungkook had grown worried that Jimin had also developed feelings for you, and the dreaded feeling of him having to choose between you and his best friend made his heart ache.

You continued to laugh, tears welling at how funny you found the situation. Suddenly, you jerked forward, shock plastered over your face. Jimin had stopped, too, now glaring at someone behind you. Quickly, you straightened and turned to see a man behind you grinning. He had smacked you ass.

"Don't fucking touch me," you snarled.

"Maybe don't dress like you're asking for it," the man laughed.

You didn't waste a moment to raise your hand and slap him across the cheek. The whole room went silent at the loud slap.

"You fucking bitch!" the man yelled, making a move to grab you.

It happened so fast. Jimin had pulled you behind him, shielding you from the man. But what shocked you the most was that Jungkook had sprinted towards the man and had thrown himself at him, handing a powerful punch straight to his jaw.

The man stumbled back, holding his jaw as he cried out in pain. Jungkook didn't wait, landing another punch to the man's gut. He toppled over, allowing Jungkook to climb on top of him and land blow after blow.

You panicked, pushing Jimin aside and making a grab for Jungkook. He shrugged you off, continuing his brutal assault on the man.

"Jungkook!" you screamed.

Finally, he stopped, looking back at you with anger-filled eyes. Though they second, they fell on you, they softened. He stood, shaking, then left without uttering a word.

"I'll call an ambulance, go get Kook," Jimin instructed.

You didn't hesitate, running as fast as you could in your heels, after Jungkook. You ran out the door, looking everywhere to see where he might be.

"Jungkook!" you called, taking a few more steps to get a better look.

You had noticed him walking ahead of you, towards a park bench. You continued to call out to him, attempting to run across the road. On the third call of his name, Jungkook sighed, turning around to look at you.

"What?" he asked bluntly, his tone taking you aback.

"Kook," you breathed. "Are you alright?"

You glanced down at his hand, noticed his knuckles were bloody and beginning to bruise. He pulled away when you went to hold his hand, making you flinch.

"Just fuck off, Y/n."

"Excuse me?" you asked, tone dropping. "Don't talk to me like that."

Jungkook ignored you, turning around to leave when you stopped him. You moved to step in front of him, and he glared at you.

"Move."

"No," you challenged. "Why are you so fucking angry!"

"It doesn't concern you," Jungkook spat.

"I think it does, considering you just beat someone up!"

"He touched your ass! What the fuck was I supposed to do!" he yelled, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

"Maybe not beat someone half to death!" you yelled back.

"Right, next time I'll just sit by and watch it happen," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You know that's not what I mean! You've been angry since Jimin and I went to the dance floor! Why?"

You already knew why. Jimin showing you just how jealous Jungkook was, confirmed wishes.

"I've told you it doesn't concern you," Jungkook snapped, tone laced with venom.

You had went off on a tangent, yelling and poking his chest as you continued to dig into him. His patience was growing thin, his emotions were getting the better of him, and he was struggling to hold back.

"Shut up," he whispered, but it was not loud enough to hear over your scolding.

He repeated it until the last of his patience disappeared.

"Shut up!"

You fell silent, shocked by his sudden outburst. Your chests were heaving in anger as you stared at one another, waiting for the other to back down.

"You don't understand," you mumbled to Jungkook.

Your soft tone caught him off guard, and his breathing eased with your words.

"Do you know how hard watching you flirt with all those girls was? Kissing them at parties, fucking hell even fingering them in front of everyone. It made my blood boil," you sighed, averting your gaze.

Jungkook remained silent, waiting for you to continue.

"I wanted nothing more than to be one of those girls. To kiss you, touch you, feel you. When we made the bet last weekend, I had hoped to lose, just to know what it felt like."

"I-"

"But I see now that it was clearly a mistake. Because throughout this week, I've completely fallen in love with you. It was always in the back of my mind, but being with you brought it to light," you replied, sobs escaping your lips.

Jungkook stood, watching you tremble as your emotions spilt out of you. He was in shock, not realising that you had been hiding this for as long as he had. Jungkook gently caressed your cheek, the feeling making you flinch. You looked up at him, eyes glassy.

"It was never a mistake," he breathed.

He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss upon your lips. You melted into him, your hands snaking around the back of his neck as you pulled him deeper into you. Jungkook pulled away quickly, leaving you feeling empty.

"I love you, Y/n. Since we first met, I've been so unbelievably in love with you that I only wanted your attention. I made that bet, hoping you would lose, so I could show you just how amazing you are, how beautiful and perfect you are to me."

"Kook," you sighed.

You pulled him back down, kissing him. It was soft, gentle, but soon became rough. Jungkook's hands snaked around your waist and pulled you in as close as possible. You moaned against his lips, giving him enough time to slide his tongue into your mouth.

Passion burned between you both as you began to grab at one another, wanting to undress the other. You pulled away suddenly, panting.

"Maybe we should find somewhere a little less... open," you suggested.

Jungkook looked around, trying to find somewhere to take you. Gently, he tugged you behind him, pulling you in front of a wall, hidden by bushes and trees.

"Better?" he asked.

You nodded. With the confirmation, Jungkook dropped to his knees, pushing your dress over your hips. He groaned as he placed his hands over your smooth skin, tracing small circles as they glided up to your underwear.

"Please, Kook. Want you so bad," you breathed. "No teasing this time. Please."

"Anything for you, baby," Jungkook replied.

Just as Jungkook went to pull down his trousers, a sound could be heard in the distance, making you both freeze.

"Y/n! Jungkook! Where are you guys? Everyone's gone home now, so you can stay the night if you want," Hoseok's voice rang.

"For fuck sake, we can't catch a break," Jungkook chuckled, making you giggle.

"We can continue this tomorrow, Kook. We probably need the sleep anyway," you explained, tugging your dress back down. "And besides, I could use a day off from being fucked raw for the past five days."

Jungkook pouted, but followed behind, fingers interlaced with yours.

Sunday.

You both had left early the next day, thanking Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi for letting you stay.

"Whoa, hold up there," Namjoon called.

You both turned around, looking at your friends. The entire group had stayed the night and were now watching you both intently.

"Is there something you want to tell us?" Taehyung asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

"We didn't have sex in the bed if that's what you guys are worried about," you spoke, waving them off casually.

"That's not what we're on about," Seokjin replied. "And it's not about Jungkook beating up that guy last night either, or his very obvious jealousy of you and Jimin's friendship."

Both you and Jungkook turned red at Seokjin's words. The group laughed.

"Please just tell us you're finally together," Jimin pleaded, resting against the countertop.

"Well, what do you think?" Jungkook grinned as he held up your interlocked hands.

The group cheered, jumping up and down excitedly and hugging one another.

"About fucking time," Yoongi laughed. "God, we were beginning to think you'd both be dead before you got together."

"Yeah watching you both get jealous was really beginning to piss me off," Namjoon spoke, grinning.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We're together now, that's all that matters," Jungkook laughed.

"We are?" you asked.

The group and Jungkook looked at you in shock, but you smiled, indicating you were joking. Jungkook scowled at you playfully, lifted you over his shoulder, and walked out the door.

"Hey!" you called, laughing. "Bye guys! See you next time!"

You watched your friends waving goodbye, some punching the air in victory, while others fist-bumped and hugged.

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As soon as you both entered Jungkook's apartment, you slumped onto the couch in the living room, sighing in relief at being home. You looked to your right, staring lovingly at Jungkook. His eyes were closed, and his hair fell slightly over his eyebrows.

His chest rose and fell slowly, tiredness falling over him. You hummed, moving over and snuggling into his side. Feeling you move, he automatically wrapped his arm around you.

"Hi, baby," he whispered.

"Hi, Kook," you replied, relishing the moment.

You lightly traced his hand with your fingers. Jungkook lightly hummed a tune under his breath, enjoying your gentle touch.

"You know," you began, your fingers moving from his hand onto his chest. "We still need to make up for last night."

Jungkook's eyes pinged open, and you looked at you knowingly. You laughed, lightly pushing him when he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" he asked.

You didn't say anything; instead, you decided to show him. Throwing your leg over him, you straddled his waist and slowly began to grind against him. He let out a breathy moan, and his head fell back. You tugged at his t-shirt gently, indicating you wanted it off.

Jungkook complied, quickly removing his top and discarding it on the floor. He fiddled with the buttons on your shirt, letting out a huff when he couldn't unbutton them. You laughed, taking his hands and removing them from your shirt.

You quickly pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest, making Jungkook smirk. His hands moved to your breasts, and you flinched at his cold touch but immediately melted into him when he lightly flicked your nipple.

"Kook," you breathed, arching your back and moving closer to him.

"What do you want, baby?" Jungkook asked teasingly.

"You, please. Want you, all of you," you begged.

Jungkook smiled, leaning in and attaching his lips to your bud. A gasp fell from your lips at the sudden temperature change. His warm tongue enveloped your nipple, changing the amount of pressure he applied.

His other hand was occupied with your other breast, pinching and brushing over your nipple, adding a new sensation with each movement.

"God, you are so beautiful. My perfect girl," he spoke between kisses, pulling you closer to him, as if you'd suddenly disappear.

"Only yours, Kookie," you sighed out.

Jungkook pulled away, sliding his hand to your cheek and pulling you into a soft, delicate kiss. You kissed him back, both of you smiling when you accidentally bumped noses.

You moved, standing up and pulling your trousers and underwear off. Jungkook eyed you hungrily, staring at your legs and their smooth appearance. He had realised your fingers were wrapped around the belt loops of his jeans, gently tugging, asking him to lift his backside off the couch.

"Sorry," Jungkook laughed, lifting himself off the couch. "You're just so... breathtaking."

You giggled, pulling off his jeans and boxers. His cock sat against his stomach, tall and erect. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and the veins pulsed.

You climbed back on top of him, and angled his cock to your entrance. You looked at him, waiting for some sort of permission to continue. He nodded, slowly guiding your hips down onto him.

You would never get sick of the feeling of him pushing into you. He slid into you with such ease, it was as if he truly was made for you. Both of you softly moaned when Jungkook was all the way in, savouring the moment. You looked at him, a smile evident.

"I love you," you whispered.

Jungkook looked at you with wide eyes, not expecting those words from you at such an intimate time. Your smile faltered at his expression, and you grew shy.

"I'm sorry- I just-"

Your words were cut short when Jungkook pulled you close, planting kisses all over your face. The action made you giggle.

"Don't ever apologise for saying that, baby," Jungkook spoke between kisses. "I love you, too."

Slowly, you began to move, in circular motions that had him hitting against your sweet spot immediately. You moaned his name, keeping a steady rhythm. Jungkook's hands stayed on your hips, guiding you when you flinched from sensitivity.

"You want me to move, baby?" Jungkook asked when he felt your legs begin to shake.

"N-no," you replied. "Wanna make you feel good."

"Baby," Jungkook whispered, halting your movements. "I can't feel good if you're feeling discomfort. Let me, please."

Slowly, you nodded, slightly embarrassed. Jungkook kissed you softly and sat forward slightly. He manoeuvred your legs so they wrapped around his waist, continuing to plant small kisses against your lips, then moving to your jaw.

"Kook," you breathed, letting your head fall back as he kissed your neck.

Jungkook slowly began to thrust into you, the feeling of him pushing into you, having you both moan in unison. His rhythm stayed the same, not wanting the romantic moment to be ruined by lust.

"I love you so fucking much," you said in between breaths, your breasts bouncing lightly as Jungkook moved.

"I love you too, baby," Jungkook responded, kneading the flesh of your hips.

You hummed, feeling your high approach with each thrust. Jungkook could feel you were beginning to tighten around him, and he took the opportunity to lock his lips onto yours.

"Come with me," he begged between the kiss, struggling to keep pace.

Now moving along with him to keep the rhythm, you both came together, feeling Jungkook's seed spill into you while you milked him. You gently rocked your hips, helping you both ride out your highs. You only stopped when Jungkook gripped your waist, growing sensitive at the movements.

"That might have been the best sex we've had," Jungkook laughed breathily.

"Maybe because you weren't trying to fuck me into the counter or bed," you joked.

"Hey!" Jungkook protested, but smiled. "You love it when I do that."

"Yeah, you're right. I do," you giggled, resting your forehead against his.

There was silence, pure and peaceful, as if nothing in the world could ruin it.

"So, same time next week?"

"Oh for fuck sake Kook."

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oceannote · 17 days ago

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The Space In Between - Part 3

Note from author: OMg I have been MIA from here because, tbh spring has kicked me right in the face, work is crazy busy and I cannot get my sh*t together with this never ending to do list. However, I do have more chapters lined up for this so I am sooo excited for you babes to see this. XoXo YK

Summary: As a celebrity personal trainer, your inner circle was always filled with very popular idols. But what happens when one of your closest clients wants to become more than your friends, even though you are dating his group member?

Warnings: Characters are fake and are a result of fiction, mentions of cheating, explicit content and swear words. Do not copy, translate or remake the story.

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"Are you feeling better now?” Jimin’s voice is soft, coming from the other end of the couch. His legs are tucked under him, and he’s holding a half-eaten slice of pizza, watching me carefully like he’s trying to measure the emotional damage left behind.

I wipe my fingers on a napkin and let out a long sigh. “Yeah… I think the pizza managed to soak up all my tears for now.” I toss the crust, the sad, bready end of the slice, into the already overflowing pizza box on the coffee table.

He chuckles, setting his slice down. “Classic cure. Food therapy always delivers.”

I lean my head back against the couch, closing my eyes for a second. “What am I supposed to do now, though?” My voice comes out smaller than I intended. “Like… what do you do when everything you thought was solid just sort of, melts?”

There’s a pause, and I open one eye to see him glance at his phone, eyebrows raised.

“Well,” he says, holding it up. “It’s almost 2 a.m. So you’re going to bed, and I’m going home. Because it’s late. And I don’t think either of us is qualified to solve the meaning of life on three slices of pepperoni pizza.”

I snort a little. “I’m not tired. Honestly, my heart’s beating so fast I feel like I could run a marathon right now.”

He sets his phone down on the armrest and leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the TV playing some random late-night drama neither of us is watching. “Yeah. I get that. I’m not tired either.”

We sit in silence for a few seconds, the buzz of the screen filling the room.

“Do you… wanna get a drink?” I say, tilting my head toward him. “Like from the convenience store. Just something cold.”

Jimin looks over at me, his eyes meeting mine. There’s something gentle about his expression, like he’s looking for any excuse to keep me distracted from spiralling. “You know what? Yeah. Let’s do it.”

I nod, already pushing myself off the couch. “Okay. Gimme two minutes to change and we’ll go.”

I disappear into the bedroom and quickly swap my oversized t-shirt and pyjama shorts for a black tracksuit. The kind of “casual disguise” outfit that screams we’re totally not celebrities or in emotional distress. When I come back out, Jimin’s still in the same spot on the couch, scrolling through his phone, thumbing a message but not sending it.

“You good?” I ask, grabbing my sneakers.

He blinks and looks up at me, smiling like I just pulled him out of a daze. “Yeah. Just answering Tae. He’s still up.”

“Of course he is,” I mumble, slipping on my shoes.

Jimin stands up and stretches, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. “Do you have a cap I can borrow? My hair’s a disaster.”

I grab a bucket hat from the coat rack and toss it his way. “You can take this one. It’s Yoongi’s, but you’ll survive.”

He catches it midair and laughs. “Ooh, dangerous territory. Borrowing the boyfriend’s stuff.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” I correct, too quickly. Then I clear my throat. “Temporarily. Maybe. I don’t even know right now.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the brief flicker of understanding in his eyes says enough.

I grab my usual black baseball cap and pull it low over my eyes. Jimin’s already putting on the bucket hat and flipping up the hood of his hoodie. He disappears into the kitchen for a moment and comes back holding a black face mask, holding it out toward me.

“I brought an extra. Figured you’d want one.”

“Thank you,” I murmur, taking it from him. I hook it over my ears and glance at him, masked and capped and barely recognisable.

He grins under his own mask, eyes crinkling. “We look like we’re about to rob the place, not buy grape-flavoured soda.”

I grab my keys and wallet. “Let’s not rule anything out.”

We head for the door quietly, the sound of the TV still echoing behind us. As we step into the hallway and the cool air of the early morning brushes against my skin, I exhale slowly, letting the night wrap around me like a loose blanket.

“I know this sounds dramatic,” I say as we walk toward the elevator, “but I think I just needed to move. Like if I stayed on that couch any longer, I would’ve started crying into the pepperoni again.”

Jimin presses the elevator button and leans against the wall. “You’re allowed to feel whatever you’re feeling. You don’t have to pretend like you’re okay just because we left the apartment.”

“I know,” I say, voice low. “But… It’s easier when I have someone to digest my unresolved feelings with.”

The elevator doors open, and we step inside. He glances at me sideways, and I can see the small smile in his eyes.

“I’m glad I’m here then.”

We ride down in silence, the kind that feels… safe. Not awkward. Just quiet enough to breathe in.

And when the doors slide open to the empty street, it’s almost like starting over, even if just for the night.

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“I’m getting an Americano pouch too. Do you want one?” Jimin calls over his shoulder, already halfway to the refrigerated drinks section of the quiet convenience store.

I glance toward where he’s heading, then over to the far corner where the fruit juices are stacked. “Yeah, get me one. I’ll grab the grape juice pouches from over there.”

We split up for a moment, both moving quietly through the softly humming aisles. The store is lit with that odd, sterile fluorescent glow that makes everything feel a little more surreal at this hour. It's 3 a.m., the kind of time when the city is half-asleep and half-dreaming.

I find the grape juice quickly and snag two, along with a couple of small snacks. When I get to the front counter, Jimin’s already placing his haul on the register belt.

“Let me get this,” I say, reaching into my bag.

“Nope,” Jimin replies instantly, using his body like a shield. “I’ve got it.”

“Jimin…”

“You paid last time. This one’s mine.”

I raise an eyebrow. “That’s not true, you literally….”

But he’s already handing over his card to the cashier and ignoring my protests like a seasoned pro. I huff, but smile despite myself. I’ve never met anyone more stubbornly generous than Park Jimin.

Once we’ve got our drinks in hand and the snacks stuffed into a small paper bag, we step back outside. The night air is cool and quiet, a light breeze rolling off the buildings. It’s strangely peaceful for Seoul.

“Wanna walk through the park?” Jimin asks as he pulls his mask down and takes a sip of his Iced Americano. “The one near the river’s not far.”

“Yeah,” I nod, opening my grape juice. “What time is it now?”

He glances at his phone. “3:12 a.m.”

I let out a small laugh. “So basically it’s just us and the very drunk people stumbling back from Hongdae.”

Jimin chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly, that’s probably true.”

We make our way down the quiet streets, our footsteps echoing slightly against the pavement. The city feels like it’s holding its breath, just the two of us, pockets of silence, and the occasional distant sound of a car or laughter from a nearby alley. By the time we reach the Han River, the sky is still dark but just starting to soften at the edges.

We find an empty bench overlooking the water. It's one of those perfect spots, half-shielded by trees but open enough to catch the soft glimmer of the city lights reflecting off the water.

I sit down with a quiet sigh, pulling my hoodie tighter around me, and just as I start to settle, my phone buzzes against my thigh.

I glance down. A message from Yoongi.

The second I see his name and the first few words in the preview, something tightens in my chest.

As I open the message and begin reading, the words blur together in the glow of the screen. My stomach flips, twists, really, and by the end of it, I’m dizzy.

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up,” I whisper, pushing the phone into Jimin’s lap and folding forward, burying my face in my hands.

“Whoa, what?” Jimin says, confused, but he immediately picks up the phone and starts reading the message I just received.

His eyes skim over it, and I hear his breath catch slightly.

‘Hey my love, I know it's extremely late, or early, for me to be texting you, so I hope I’m not waking you up. I just wanted to say that I miss you, and I cannot wait to see you. I’m counting down the days until I’m back home on Saturday and can finally fall asleep next to you again. I know I’ve told you this a million times, but I’m so thankful I met you. You’re everything I ever needed and more. The way you’ve stayed by my side during this difficult time has made it bearable, and I can't thank you enough. You mean the world to me. I don’t know what I’ve done right in this life to deserve a woman like you, so loving, so loyal, so strong. Thank you for always being there for me and taking care of my heart better than anyone ever has. I love you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. — Yoongi.’

Jimin doesn’t say anything at first. He just places the phone face down on the bench and turns to me.

“Wow,” he finally says. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say things like that. Not out loud, anyway.”

I shake my head, my hands still over my face. “I’m a horrible person.”

“What?” he says softly. “No, you’re not. Why would you say that?”

I look up at him, eyes brimming. “Because this man is in the military, texting me about how much he loves me and how I’ve helped him through one of the hardest times of his life… and I’m sitting here, crying on the shoulder of one of his best friends, because I’m in love with one of his other best friends.”

Jimin doesn’t move. He just watches me quietly.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I continue, my voice low and shaking. “I didn’t go looking for anything. I thought… I thought I was fine. But it’s not just missing him anymore. It’s missing who I used to be with him. And now I’m here, and you're here, and…” I stop myself. “I feel so guilty.”

“Hey,” Jimin says gently. “Look at me.”

I do.

“You’re not a bad person for having complicated feelings,” he says, his voice steady. “You didn’t plan this. You’ve done nothing wrong. You’ve been loyal, you’ve shown up, you’ve cared. That’s not nothing.”

“But it doesn’t feel right,” I say, barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’m betraying him just by being confused.”

Jimin sighs, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before returning to me. “You’re allowed to feel things. You’re allowed to be overwhelmed. Especially after holding everything together for so long.”

“I feel horrible, Jimin,” I say, my voice barely holding steady as I sit on the park bench, head in my hands. “I feel like I’m losing control of everything. Yoongi’s coming back in a week, and Jungkook’s back now, and I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Jimin stays quiet beside me, giving me space to keep talking. He knows me well enough not to interrupt.

“My head keeps telling me to just bury all of this,” I continue, voice thick with guilt. “To push it all down, focus on Yoongi, and move on. Pretend none of this ever happened. But my heart… my heart won’t shut up. It’s screaming that I’m lying to myself. That I need to tell Yoongi the truth.”

I sniff, wiping at my eyes even though I can already feel more tears coming. “And I’m terrified, Jimin. I don’t want to hurt him. He doesn’t deserve that. He’s been good to me, even while he was gone. But I also know, I know, that I can’t keep doing this. I’m not going to last like this.”

I stand suddenly, unable to sit still, and start pacing in front of the bench. My hands are clenched, as if I let them relax, all the guilt will spill out through my fingers.

“Since Wednesday, Jimin. Wednesday. That’s when Jungkook came back and everything flipped upside down. Since then, it’s been him. When I wake up. When I fall asleep. When I eat. When I talk to Yoongi, even then, Jungkook’s in my head. And even now, while I’m crying and trying to figure out how not to destroy everything, I’m thinking about Jungkook.”

My voice breaks on his name, and I turn my back to Jimin for a moment, trying to catch my breath.

Jimin doesn’t say anything right away. I can hear him shift on the bench behind me, and after a beat, his voice comes, steady and gentle.

“Y/n… hey. Look at me.”

I turn around slowly, and he pats the spot next to him.

“Come sit.”

I hesitate, then walk back and sit down again, wiping my face with the sleeve of my hoodie.

“I know this is hell,” Jimin says, watching me closely. “I know you're torn. And I’m not going to lie to you, there’s no version of this where nobody gets hurt. You care about Yoongi. Of course you do. But you also clearly care about Jungkook, and pretending that you don’t isn’t going to make that go away.”

I nod weakly. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I know you didn’t,” he says. “But it did. And now you’re here, trying to figure out how to make it right, or at least less wrong.”

There’s a pause. Jimin sighs and looks out toward the water in front of us.

“You need to make a choice,” he says, quieter now. “And no one can make it for you. But you have to be honest with yourself. If you keep dragging this out, trying to protect everyone, you're just going to end up breaking yourself in the process.”

“I don’t even know what I feel anymore,” I whisper. “Is it just guilt? Or am I in love with Jungkook? Or am I just scared because everything is changing?”

“All of that could be true,” Jimin says. “You’ve spent so much time trying to be strong for everyone else that you haven’t really let yourself feel things. But from where I’m sitting, it’s pretty clear.”

I glance at him. “What do you mean?”

He takes a breath, choosing his words carefully.

“You and Jungkook aren’t in the right relationships. That much is obvious. He’s not happy where he is. And you, you’re holding onto something because you feel like you owe it to Yoongi. But love doesn’t work like that. Not real love.”

I press my lips together, feeling my throat tighten.

Jimin turns to face me fully now. “I’m not saying what happened was okay. But I am saying that you have to stop avoiding the fallout. Because it’s already here. The only choice you have now is whether to let it burn you out slowly or face it head-on and deal with it.”

I let out a shaky breath. “What if I choose wrong?”

“You probably will,” he says with a dry laugh. “We all do. But you’ll learn. And maybe, for once, you’ll choose what’s right for you. Not what looks good on the outside. Not what’s safe. Not what makes other people comfortable.”

I look down at my hands again.

“You think he’ll hate me?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yoongi?” Jimin pauses. “He might. For a while. He’s human. But he’s also honest. He’ll appreciate that you didn’t fake your way through something just to spare his feelings.”

I nod, the lump in my throat growing by the second.

“And Jungkook?” I ask. “He’s in a relationship. What if this is just something in my head?”

“I’ve seen how he looks at you,” Jimin says simply. “It’s not just in your head. But that’s not even the point right now. This isn’t about choosing between two guys, it’s about figuring out what kind of life you want. And who are you when you’re not trying to hold everything together for everyone else?”

I stare ahead, silent for a long time. The breeze picks up slightly, brushing against my face. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks and kids laugh. Life is going on, indifferent to the crisis in my chest.

But slowly, through the noise and confusion, Jimin’s voice stays with me.

“You just have to decide who you're willing to hurt more, so the other person won’t keep hurting.”

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“It’s a Monday night, hell no,” I say into the phone, pressing it between my ear and shoulder while wiping down one of the benches in the gym. The disinfectant smell is sharp in the air, mixing with the faint buzz of the dimmed lights overhead. “I want to get my workout in and close up early. InSong had to finish her shift early again.”

There’s a short pause on the line before Namjoon’s voice comes through, bright and a little too enthusiastic for my current mood. “Okay… how about we come for a group workout? Just something chill. Nothing serious, you don't even need to coach us.”

I stop mid-wipe and narrow my eyes like he can somehow feel my expression through the phone. “We?”

“Yeah, just me, Jungkook, and Tae. Jimin’s out with Jin tonight, and I think Hobi is visiting his sister. ”

I sigh, dragging the towel slowly across the bench like it had wronged me. “Of course they are.”

“So?” he prods.

“So you three want to crash my gym night?” I ask, already resigned. “Fine. You can come to train. But I’m not helping you in the slightest. I’m off-duty.”

“Noted,” Namjoon says, chipper as ever. “We’ll be there in ten. max fifteen minutes. ”

“Great,” I mutter. “Bring your own towels. I’m done being the team mom.”

He laughs before we exchange goodbyes and hang up. I toss the towel into the laundry bin and start putting away the cleaning supplies. The gym is quiet, empty, just the hum of machines and the occasional squeak of my sneakers on the floor. Honestly, I was looking forward to a solo session, headphones in, thoughts off. But I guess that’s out the window now.

Less than ten minutes later, the doorbell rings. I glance at the camera and see Jungkook walking in alone, pushing the door open with one hand and carrying his gym bag with the other. He’s in one of his usual all-black gym fits, hoodie, joggers, cap pulled low. Effortlessly clean and athletic, like a Nike ad come to life.

“Hey,” he says simply, placing his bag down in one fluid motion.

“Hey, stranger,” I reply, turning from the front desk to face him. My voice comes out softer than I intended.

He hesitates just a little, eyes lingering on mine. “Am I allowed to give you a hug?”

That catches me off guard, though the question is gentle. He doesn’t move closer, just stands there, waiting, as if the whole floor is made of thin ice.

I nod slowly, offering him a small smile. “Yeah. Sure.”

He steps forward, finally, arms already open, and I meet him halfway. My hands loop around his neck as he leans down, his arms wrapping around my waist. The hug is tighter than expected, almost too much for just three days apart. I exhale into his shoulder.

“You smell good,” he murmurs, not pulling back right away.

“Thanks,” I say into his hoodie. “I washed my hair.”

He pulls back with a grin. “No shit, Sherlock.”

I laugh under my breath and step back, brushing a hand over my ponytail. “So… what are you training tonight?”

“Dunno yet,” he says, reaching for his water bottle and unscrewing the cap. “What about you?”

“Just some cardio,” I say, nodding toward the treadmills. “Trying to get the day out of my system.”

He takes a long sip of water, then shrugs. “Can I join you?”

“On the treadmill?”

He shrugs again. “Yeah. Just for a bit. I kind of missed working out here.”

“I mean, yeah. Sure,” I say, suddenly a little too aware of how close we’re standing. “Go for it.”

The next few minutes pass with light small talk. Nothing deep, just catching up about gym stuff, mutual friends, the endless drama of Namjoon trying to fix the coffee machine by himself.

The gym door opens again, and the calm breaks.

“Good evening, dear fans,” Taehyung announces, strolling in with the flair of a man arriving at a red carpet event. He gives a dramatic bow before tossing his hoodie onto a bench.

Jungkook winces. “Hyung, why are you so loud? It’s a gym, not Coachella.”

“Blame the headphones,” Namjoon says as he walks in behind him, wheeling his bike carefully through the front doors. “He had his music blasting so loud I could hear it from across the street.”

“It’s called energy,” Taehyung says with a grin, stretching his arms above his head like a dancer before a performance. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“You’re wearing pyjama pants,” Jungkook mutters.

“They’re fashionable pyjama pants,” Taehyung corrects.

Namjoon parks his bike next to the reception desk and gives me a sheepish smile. “We’ll be out of your way, promise.”

“You’re never out of the way,” I reply dryly, then gesture toward the row of machines. “Anyway, I’m heading over to the treadmill. You’ve got 45 minutes before I turn into a pumpkin.”

“Noted, Coach,” Namjoon says, already rolling his shoulders like he’s about to conquer Mount Everest instead of a sleazy weight exercise.

I throw them one last look, Taehyung dramatically lunging across the mats, Jungkook pushing his hair back with the cap, and Namjoon fiddling with the resistance settings on the rowing machine like it’s a NASA panel.

Weirdos, the lot of them.

But I smile as I climb onto the treadmill and hit start.

After 45 minutes of my usual torture session, my so-called “death treadmill combo”, I finally slam the stop button. My legs wobble as I step off, lungs burning, T-shirt drenched.

“I swear, you look like you just showered fully clothed,” Taehyung says with a chuckle, wiping his forehead as he racks his dumbbells.

I groan, grabbing a towel and pressing it to my face. “I feel like it. That last incline sprint nearly killed me.”

Namjoon, who’s been methodically wiping down his bench, glances over. “We wrapping up?”

Taehyung nods, reaching for his water bottle. “Yeah, I’m good.”

I give them a thumbs up, still catching my breath. Then I reach for the disinfectant wipes and begin cleaning the treadmill handles, my shirt clinging to my back.

Ten minutes later, the gym is quiet again, our voices and footsteps echoing slightly in the now-empty space. I flip off the lights and step outside with the guys, locking the door behind me.

“Thanks for tonight, Y/n,” Namjoon says, strapping on his helmet. “It’s been a while since I had a proper session like that.”

“Likewise,” I say, smiling. “Have a safe ride.”

He gives a small wave and takes off on his bike, fading into the soft streetlight glow.

“My car’s over there,” Taehyung says, pointing across the road. “I can drop you both off, if you want.”

I glance up at the clear night sky, the air cool but pleasant. “Nah, I think I’ll walk. Weather’s too nice not to.”

“I’ll walk with you,” Jungkook says so quick that I barely register it, his voice steady but quiet, like he’d been waiting for that exact opportunity.

Taehyung nods, fully missing the tone and quickness of Jungkook. “Alright then. See you both around.”

We wave him off, and then it’s just the two of us walking side by side down the street. For a few minutes, neither of us says anything. The silence isn’t awkward, it’s familiar.

“So… how have you been?” I finally ask. “How’s Minjeong doing?”

“She’s good,” he replies, glancing at me briefly before looking forward again. “Her group’s prepping for their comeback. Lots of late nights, studio runs. You know the drill.”

I nod. “Must be nice though, to have someone who understands the pressure. All the weird schedules and exhaustion.”

“It is,” Jungkook says. “You don’t have to explain why you disappear for twelve hours without warning, or why your mood tanks after a bad shoot. She just… gets it.”

He tosses his sweaty hair back a little, pushing it out of his eyes. I glance at him but say nothing.

“Are you excited to see Yoongi?” he asks.

The question catches me off guard. I slow my pace without meaning to because my heart takes a dip. “Yeah… I am. But I’m also kind of scared.”

“Scared?” he asks, genuinely curious. We turn onto the path that cuts through a small park, quiet, shaded, and mostly empty at this hour.

I exhale, long and slow. “We’ve only ever been together with him in the military. Short visits, calls, letters. That rhythm became our normal. I don’t know what it’s going to be like now, with him back, with everything changing.”

Jungkook nods slowly. “That makes sense. Change is hard, even when it’s what you’ve been waiting for.”

I glance over at him, finally meeting his eyes. “It’s not just the change. It’s the fear of not knowing if what we had survives in regular life. No countdowns. No uniforms. Just… us, in real time.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds before saying, “Yoongi loves you. That part hasn’t changed.”

“I know,” I whisper.

We keep walking for a moment before he speaks again, soft but direct. “Do you love him?”

I stop in my tracks. The question hits me like cold water, and I look at him, trying to read his expression in the dim light.

“What kind of question is that?” I ask quietly, trying to sound normal and not like I was asking myself the same question for the past 24 hours.

“A real one,” he says, stepping closer. “Please. Just answer it.”

I look away, heart pounding. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Why?” His voice is more intense now, almost strained. “Why is it so hard for you to just say it?”

I start walking again, faster. “Because this conversation doesn’t belong here. Not like this.”

He follows right behind me, his voice a little louder, sharper. “Why is it so hard for you to admit if you love your own boyfriend?”

I spin around. “Oh, you’re going to lecture me now? The guy who’s been pretending he’s in love with a woman he barely gives attention to?”

His jaw tightens. “Yeah. Because I don’t love her.”

The silence that follows is immediate and deafening.

“I haven’t said anything because I’ve been trying to respect what you have with him,” he continues. “But you keep looking at me like you’re waiting for something. And I can’t keep pretending it’s nothing.”

“Jungkook…”

“I love you, Y/n,” he says suddenly, voice rough. “I love you. And maybe it’s the worst timing in the world, and maybe it changes nothing. But I needed you to know, and I need you to remember that."

I stare at him, completely frozen.

“So now,” he says, voice trembling just a little, “I want you to say it. Say you love him. Say it like you mean it.”

My throat tightens. “Don’t do this.”

“Say it,” he pleads. “Say it with your whole chest. Say you love him and mean it, and that I am just mentally crazy and I have been making all this shit in my head, and I’ll shut up forever.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

Because no matter how much I try, the words don’t feel honest. Not in this moment. Not with Jungkook looking at me like I’m the only thing that’s ever made sense.

And maybe that’s what scares me the most.

“Fucking pathetic,” Jungkook mutters, his voice tight with frustration as he breaks into a bitter laugh. He kicks a loose pebble from the dirt path, then starts walking again, fast and angry, like he’s trying to outrun the conversation. “You’re a grown-ass woman, Y/n. And here you are, still circling around with me and Yoongi like this is some kind of romantic balancing act. Like this is normal.”

“Don’t you dare call me pathetic,” I snap, quickening my steps to catch up with him. My shoes hit the pavement harder than I meant them to. “If either of us is pathetic, it’s you. You’re the one who confessed his feelings for someone who’s already in a relationship. You made that choice.”

He stops walking. Dead in his tracks. Slowly, he turns to face me. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes, those usually soft, warm eyes, are now sharp and unreadable.

“I told you how I felt because I couldn’t take it anymore,” he says, his voice low, restrained, but shaking slightly. “And don’t act like you didn’t feel anything too.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “You have no idea how complicated this is for me.”

“Then explain it to me,” he shoots back. “Y/n, why is it so hard for you to just say it? I’m not asking for a perfect answer or a solution. I just want the truth.” His voice wavers now, less anger, more pain. “Because it feels like I’ve put my entire life on hold waiting for you to decide if I even matter to you.”

I look at him, really look at him, his hands curled into fists, his chest rising and falling faster than normal, his brows pulled together in disbelief and something close to heartbreak. The silence between us suddenly feels louder than anything we’ve said.

“Because it’s not easy, Jungkook,” I say finally, my voice cracking a little as I speak. “It’s not just about how I feel. I’m in a relationship. A serious one. With someone I’ve built a life with. Someone who’s trusted me while he’s been away.”

Jungkook lets out a deep, exhausted sigh and drags his hand through his hair, gripping the back of his neck like it physically hurts to hear me say it. “Then why do you keep showing up like this? Why do you still look at me like you’re not sure whether to walk away or stay?”

“Because I’m in a hole,” I whisper. “And every move I make feels like I’m just digging deeper. If I leave Yoongi, I destroy him. If I stay with him, I keep hurting you. And I hurt myself too. Every single day.”

His expression softens, just a fraction. “I’m not asking you to destroy anything,” he says. “I just…can’t you give me a chance? Even a small one. Just… stop pushing me away for a second and let me try.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I ask, staring at him, stunned. “You have a girlfriend, Jungkook. You are in a relationship. And you’re out here asking me to let you be my boyfriend? Do you even hear yourself right now?”

“I know how it sounds,” he says, desperation clear in his tone now. “But she’s not you. And we’ve been over for a long time, we just haven’t said it out loud yet. I didn’t know how to end it until I was sure about what this meant.”

“This?” I echo. “You think this chaos means anything real right now? You think I’m in any shape to build something with you when I can’t even figure out how to breathe without hurting someone?”

“I don’t care if it’s messy,” he says, stepping closer. “I’d take messy over pretending we’re nothing.”

“You don’t get it,” I say, my voice cracking. “You weren’t there on the nights Yoongi called me just to say goodnight when he could not take it anymore. You don’t know how many times I told myself that if I just waited a little longer, it would all get easier. And then you happened. And now everything I believed in feels like it’s slipping.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a long moment. The wind rustles through the trees above us, and somewhere far away, a car door slams. It feels again like the world is moving on while we’re stuck here, suspended between two roads that both lead somewhere painful.

He finally says, quietly, “I never wanted to be the reason you doubted yourself.”

Tears sting my eyes, but I blink them away. “You’re not. That doubt was already there. You just… you brought it to the surface.”

He exhales, taking a small step back, as if trying to give me space, but not ready to leave.

“So what now?” he asks.

I don’t answer right away. Because I don’t know. Because every option feels like a loss.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly, voice low. “But I need time. And space. And if you care about me, really care, you’ll give me that.”

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, his voice low, steady, but his eyes are anything but calm. “I really am. But I won’t keep doing this.”

I blink, confused for a second, my breath catching in my throat.

He steps a little closer, jaw tense. “I get it. It’s not easy. None of this is easy. But I can’t keep waiting around for you. It’s not fair to me anymore.” He pauses, swallowing hard. “It hurts, Y/n. It hurts more than I can explain. I’m not built for halfway. I’m not built to be in love with someone who keeps pretending like this isn’t real.”

I look away, shame curling up in my chest, but he doesn’t let me hide.

“You want me,” he says softly, firmly. “I know you do. No matter what you keep trying to tell yourself, I know it. And maybe yeah… maybe it’d be nice to hear you say it for once instead of having to guess, but deep down, I already know. It’s written all over your face when you look at me.”

He takes a deep breath like he’s steadying himself, then plants his feet more firmly on the ground and points downward, like he’s drawing a line. “But I’m not giving you more space, not anymore. I need an answer. A real one. I need a solution, Y/n. Now.”

My throat tightens. I feel frozen in place, like time has slowed and the weight of his words has landed right on my chest.

“Jungkook…” My voice cracks. “I’m scared.”

He doesn’t flinch. “Of what?”

I try to form words that make sense. “I’m scared because… because if I do this, I’ll break his heart. I’ll destroy someone who’s been nothing but good to me. I don’t know how to live with that.”

His expression softens, and he steps closer, his hand brushing the tear that escapes down my cheek.

“I get it,” he says gently. “I really do. But Y/n… it’s either his heart or mine.”

I feel like I can’t breathe.

“I feel so… so stupid,” I whisper, my voice shaking now. “I should’ve ended things with him the moment we kissed. That should’ve been the moment I realised things had already changed. But I was so scared.”

I pause, then suddenly everything I’ve been holding back just starts tumbling out.

“I was scared the others would hate me. I was scared I’d lose the friendships I’ve worked years to build. I was scared I’d never be able to look Yoongi in the eye again. And worst of all…” I finally met his eyes. “I was scared you’d get bored of me. That once you had me, you’d realise I wasn’t worth it. And then I’d lose everything.”

He closes the distance between us, his hand now holding mine, steady, warm.

“I would never do that to you,” he says quietly, but there’s urgency in his voice. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that? I’ve spent years orbiting around you, hoping for just this. You think I’d finally get what I’ve been dreaming about and then throw it away?”

His thumb brushes my knuckles. “Y/n… I would never leave you willingly. Never.”

I look at him, really look at him, and for the first time, the fear inside me feels like it’s cracking open to let something softer through. Something clearer.

“What am I supposed to do?” I whisper, though I already know the answer. “Yoongi’s coming back soon. I… I have to break up with him.”

The truth of it hits me like a wave. Final. Heavy. Real.

Jungkook is quiet for a moment, like he’s letting the words settle before asking, barely above a whisper, “Do you love me, Y/n?”

I look at him, heart pounding. “Oh my God, Jungkook… yes. Yes, I fucking love you.”

His eyes widen, and I feel my own chest cave in with the weight of everything I’ve been holding back.

“I love you so fucking much that I think about you constantly. That I haven’t been able to sleep for weeks without dreaming about what it would be like to just be with you. I love you so much that last night I cried on Jimin’s shoulder for hours, trying to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to fix this without breaking everything. And I love you so much that if the only way to keep your heart safe is to let mine completely fall apart, then I’ll do it.”

Tears are streaming down my face now, again, my voice shaking with every word. “I love you so much, Jungkook. And I’m sorry it took me this long to admit it.”

Jungkook’s expression softens, but something fierce glows behind his eyes, like hearing those words lit something inside him that had been waiting in the dark.

Without a word, he takes my wrist gently and pulls me toward him, wrapping me into his arms like he’s been waiting forever to do it. He kisses me briefly, but with so much care that my knees almost give out.

When he pulls away, his voice is low and trembling slightly.

“I love you too,” he whispers. “You have no idea what I’m willing to do for you.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, I believe him.

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“Okay, now lower your knees a bit,” I say, stepping closer to Jimin and pressing gently against his leg with my index finger. “Your back’s about two seconds away from folding like a lawn chair.”

Jimin lets out a breathy laugh, but his face is still tight with effort as he pushes the barbell up and locks it back into place. “This feels suspiciously heavier than what I usually lift, Y/n.”

I raise an eyebrow at him as I hand him his water bottle. “That’s because it is heavier. You’ve been coasting, and I’m not about to let you slack off now.”

He groans dramatically and takes a long sip of water. “Can’t believe I came here to be bullied.”

“You came here to get stronger. Bullying is just the bonus,” I reply with a small smirk, grabbing the spray bottle and towel from the nearby bench.

“How many more exercises today?” he asks, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his arm, eyes hopeful.

“We’re done,” I say, tossing the towel into the bin and heading toward the reception desk. “Go cool down. I’ll sort your next session.”

He trails behind me, dragging his feet just enough to make a point. “Bless you, angel of mercy.”

At the desk, InSong looks up from her screen and smiles. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hey,” I nod. “Can you book Jimin in for another session on Sunday morning?”

“Sunday morning?” she repeats, her smile faltering slightly. “Weren’t you taking Sunday off to spend the day with Yoongi?”

I hesitate for a fraction of a second because it feels like I have been shot with tiny arrows in my gut. It’s enough.

Behind me, I feel Jimin pause. I don’t turn around.

“No,” I say lightly. “He… he’s got plans that day. Book Jimin for the morning, please.”

InSong gives me a strange look but doesn’t say anything else. “Got it.”

“Thank you,” Jimin says to her quietly, before catching up to me as I head toward the staff hallway. “Hey, Y/n.”

I glance over my shoulder. He does a little jog to reach me, brushing his fingers through his hair as we walk.

“Yeah?” I ask, pushing open the door to the small break room. The cool air hits us like a relief.

He lingers in the doorway as I grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge, leaning one shoulder casually against the frame.

“What did you decide to do?” he asks, voice softer now. His eyes are fixed on me, but there’s no pressure in them, just concern.

I finally met his gaze.

“I’m going to break up with him,” I say, my voice steady in a way that surprises even me. “I think I’ve finally made peace with it. With myself.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just watches me, his brows knit together slightly.

“Are you sure?” he says after a pause. “You’ve been with him for over a year. That’s not easy to walk away from.”

“I know,” I say, taking a slow sip of water. “But I also know what staying in something that doesn’t feel right anymore feels like. And I don’t want to keep pretending. Yoongi deserves more than someone who’s only half there.”

He nods slowly, as if trying to absorb every word. Then he looks down at his shoes for a second before glancing back up. “Jungkook’s planning to break up with Winter.”

The shift in conversation catches me off guard, but I try to deflect the small butterfly that I feel in my stomach. “You’re using her stage name?”

He shrugs. “We’re not that close. I don’t know what she goes by in private. But I brought it up because I have to ask you something.”

“Okay…”

“Don’t break Jungkook’s heart.”

The words hit the air like a drop of ink in water, spreading fast, and his eyes fixate on me with a certain warning that I should definitely not play with.

I blink at him. “What?”

Jimin straightens a bit, stepping fully into the room now. His tone isn’t accusatory, but there’s a quiet weight behind it. “You have no idea how devastated he was in the military when he found out you and Yoongi got together. None of us really did, honestly. He didn’t talk about it much. But I saw it.”

I stay quiet, unsure of what to say. My throat feels suddenly tight.

“I didn’t understand it at the time,” he continues. “I knew you and Jungkook were close before Yoongi, but I didn’t know the full picture. I only found out recently about what you two had, or almost had. And now that I know, it just… hurts more when I remember how he looked back then.”

I press my lips together, the weight of his words settling in my chest.

“I’m not saying this to guilt you,” he adds quickly. “I just… I care about both of you. A lot. And if something’s going to happen between you and Jungkook… I want it to be real. I want it to be safe. Because he’s not the same person he was before the military. None of us are.”

I nod slowly and step forward, resting a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “I won’t hurt him, Jimin. I promise. If there’s something there again… I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of him.”

He lets out a breath he’s been holding and gives me a short, grateful nod.

“Can I ask you a favour too?” I say quietly.

“Of course. Anything.”

“Please… look out for Yoongi when this is over. Because I’m about to break his heart.”

The room goes quiet.

Jimin just looks at me for a long moment, no judgment, no disappointment. Just understanding.

“I will,” he says finally. “I’ll take care of him. I promise.”

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After the conversation I had with Jimin at the gym earlier, something inside me shifted. It wasn’t exactly what he said, he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t judging, but his words lingered long after we said goodbye. So instead of heading out or meeting friends like I usually would, I decided to stay in. A proper low-key night: TV on, comfort snacks within arm’s reach, and endless scrolling on social media that I wasn’t even really paying attention to.

It should’ve been relaxing. It wasn’t.

Yoongi’s been trying to reach me more and more lately. His discharge date is creeping up fast, and I know he's feeling it, this sense that the clock is ticking, and when it stops, everything will change again. But the shift in me? It’s becoming harder and harder to ignore.

We haven’t talked on the phone since Saturday morning.

That may not seem like a big deal to anyone else, but for us, that call was part of our day, like brushing your teeth or locking the door before bed. A small ritual that grounded us. Now, it’s just… gone. We still text. Short, simple things. But I can’t bring myself to press that call button. I can’t listen to his voice, hear him call me “jagiya” like nothing’s wrong, like I’m not slipping out of the frame of the life we were building.

My phone buzzes again. It lights up on the pillow beside me, and I’m ready to flip it face down and forget about it. But then I see the name.

Jungkook.

I blink at the screen, then slowly sit up.

Jungkook: Hey, I miss you. Jungkook: I want to see you so bad. I haven’t seen you since Monday evening.

A small, involuntary smile tugs at my lips. His words are soft but insistent, and I can almost hear the way his voice would sound if he were saying them aloud, low, slightly rushed, like he can’t hold it in any longer.

I type back:

Y/n: It’s literally been 48 hours since you last saw me.

The reply is almost instant.

Jungkook: That’s too much. You have no clue how much I want to see you now that I finally got you to confess, Y/n. Jungkook: It’s like I’m going crazy without you.

I let out a breath. He’s always been dramatic when it came to feelings, like he holds them in too long, and then they explode all over the place. But this is different. Now, it’s me he’s talking about. And the worst part? I feel the same way.

Y/n: Omggg, you are too much.

There’s a pause.

A long one.

For a second, I think maybe he fell asleep mid-text, or got distracted, but then the phone buzzes again.

Jungkook: Can I come over? Please.

My heart drops a little. I stare at the screen, trying to steady the part of me that’s already picturing him here, barefoot in my kitchen, hoodie half-zipped, eyes searching mine like he needs something only I can give.

But reality is cruel, and it doesn’t care how breathless someone makes you feel.

Y/n: Jungkook, I don’t think this is a good idea. You’re still in a relationship… and so am I.

I hit send and toss the phone aside, pulling the blanket over my lap like it’s a shield.

He replies anyway.

Jungkook: Please. Just for an hour. I promise I won’t even sit next to you. I just… I want to see you. I want to hear your voice, that’s it.

I sigh, leaning my head back against the couch. My mind’s spinning with all the reasons this is wrong. All the people this could hurt. But another part of me, the part I’ve been trying to keep quiet, is aching for the comfort of seeing him again, even just for a little while.

He’s not mine. Not officially. And yet, he’s the only one I want to see tonight.

Y/n: Only for an hour.

The response comes immediately.

Jungkook: Great. I’m 3 minutes away.

I frown at the screen, eyes narrowing.

Y/n: Wth?? It takes you at least 20 minutes to drive here.

Jungkook: Yeah, I know. But… I was already on my way when I sent the first message ;)

My breath catches.

He already knew what I’d say. Or maybe he just hoped. Either way, he wasn’t lying. Barely three minutes after the text, there’s a soft knock at my door, hesitant, almost shy.

I jump up before I even process the movement, my body on autopilot. My heart kicks into overdrive as I rush toward the entrance, fingers fumbling with the lock like they already know who’s on the other side.

When I swing the door open, there he is. Jungkook. In all his late-night, heart-squeezing glory. Loose jeans hanging low on his waist, a faded Big T-shirt clinging just right to his frame, a bucket hat hiding most of his face, and a mask covering what’s left. But none of it does anything to dim the way he fills a doorway, effortlessly, quietly magnetic.

My breath catches, but I cover it with a smile. “And where exactly are you coming from, dressed like you’re trying to avoid paparazzi at Incheon?”

Then I see it. The one thing he clearly forgot in his rush to get here.

The AESPA VIP pass, still hanging proudly around his neck. It swings slightly, almost mockingly, like it knows it just betrayed him.

The smile falters.

“Ahhh I see,” I say quickly, flicking the fancy pass with my fingers, stepping aside to let him in without waiting for an answer.

His movements are a little awkward as he ducks past me. “Sorry,” he mutters, already reaching up to yank the lanyard off his neck. He folds it in half and shoves it into his pocket with unnecessary urgency, like it might self-destruct if left exposed.

“It was… just a personal favour. They asked me to come for publicity, and I couldn’t say no.”

I nod slowly, arms crossing over my chest as I walk back toward the living room. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Jungkook. It’s not like I’m entitled to anything.”

There’s a pause behind me, then the sound of his footsteps catching up. “Hey,” he says, gently grabbing my wrist. “Wait.”

I turn, and before I can say anything else, he pulls me into a hug, firm, familiar, and so warm it makes me go still.

“I missed you,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. It’s disarming. Intimate. Too much and not enough all at once.

I shift slightly in his arms, trying not to lean into it. “You said no touching,” I remind him quietly, voice muffled against his chest.

“Yeah, well,” he breathes out a laugh, pulling back just enough to look at me. “You just gave me the 'jealous girlfriend' pep talk, so I took that as a green light.”

“I wasn’t jealous. And I am not your girlfriend.”

“Sure and not yet.” He smirks, releasing me as he drops into the armchair across from the couch. “You practically burned a hole through that VIP tag.”

I sit down stiffly on the couch, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to my chest. “I just wasn’t expecting it. That’s all.”

He watches me carefully, then pulls off his hat and runs a hand through his hair, letting it fall messily into place. “How are you really?”

I hesitate, then sigh. “Tired. Stressed. I think Yoongi’s situation is eating at me more than I realise. I’ve been overthinking everything, barely sleeping. I probably already have my first grey hair.”

His face softens. “I get it. I’ve been worried too. He’s… not the kind of person to show when something’s wrong, which makes it worse.”

He rubs his eyes, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand.

“You’re exhausted,” I say, watching him closely. His posture is slouched, his face pale under the soft glow of the living room lamp. “Why did you even come? You should be sleeping.”

He shrugs, voice barely above a whisper. “I just really wanted to see you.”

I look at him, unsure of what to say.

“And I have to pick up my brother from the airport at 2 a.m.,” he adds, glancing at his phone. “So I figured… staying awake would be easier if I wasn’t alone.”

I check the time. It’s only 9:34 p.m.

“That’s a long time to kill.”

“Yeah.” He smiles faintly. “But not the worst if I get to spend it with you.”

My chest tightens, even as I try to keep my expression neutral.

“Do you want some coffee or tea? Something to help you stay up?”

He shakes his head. “No, thank you. But… do you mind if I just close my eyes for a bit?”

His gaze flickers to mine, gentle and uncertain. Like he’s waiting for a reason to be turned away.

“Of course not.” I pause, then motion toward the bedroom. “You can go lie down if you want. You’ll rest better.”

But he shakes his head again. “No. I want to stay here. With you.”

He slides off his jacket and drapes it over his body like a blanket. The way he tucks into himself, curled on the chair like he’s trying to fold his emotions into something manageable, makes my heart ache.

I hate how familiar this all feels. I hate how I’ve trained myself to resist him, how I tell myself it’s necessary, even though nothing about him feels easy to let go of.

“Jungkook,” I say quietly, lifting the throw blanket off my lap. “Come here.”

His eyes search mine for a second, cautious, almost disbelieving. “You sure?”

I nod.

He doesn’t wait for another signal. Within seconds, he’s moved across the coffee table, blanket forgotten, and he wraps himself around me like he’s been waiting to exhale all evening. His head rests on my chest, arms locking around my waist, one leg tangled loosely over mine.

He exhales deeply, a breath that feels like it’s been held for days. “You have no clue how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

I don’t say anything. My hand automatically finds his hair, running gently through the soft strands as I lean my head back against the couch cushion.

Maybe he’s not mine. Maybe he never fully was. But in this moment, with the weight of him pressed against me and the room wrapped in quiet, it’s hard to believe I could feel closer to anyone else.

I do not realise that I fell asleep until a very bright TV ad catches me in the more awake part. Something stirs me out of sleep, a sudden shift in the room, maybe the faint buzz of a phone, or maybe it’s just my instincts. My eyelids peel open reluctantly, and I blink a few times at the soft, bluish glow coming from the muted TV. I lazily glance toward the corner where the digital clock ticks away in red numbers.

4:37 AM.

My body tenses instantly.

Panic, sharp and immediate, spreads through my chest like wildfire.

“Oh my god…” I whisper, more to myself than anyone else. My eyes shoot wide open, and I sit up too quickly, jostling the person sleeping soundly on me.

“Jungkook,” I say, patting his back, then shaking him gently. “Jungkook, wake up.”

He groans quietly and lifts his head from my chest, his face scrunched in confusion, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Mm? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“It’s four-thirty-seven,” I say, maybe a little louder than I intended. I can already feel the guilt rising in my throat.

That does it.

His eyes snap open fully. “Wait, what?”

“You were supposed to pick up your brother at two,” I remind him, already shifting to sit upright on the couch.

Jungkook blinks once, then twice, and then it’s like a switch flips. He launches up so fast he nearly trips over the edge of the blanket pooled around our legs. His foot catches on the coffee table, making a dull thud as he scrambles for his phone.

“Shit,” he mutters, unlocking it. “Twelve missed calls. God, he called me twelve times.”

I wince. “Yikes…”

Jungkook rubs a hand down his face, looking like he’s trying to physically wake himself up with the motion. He stares at the phone again, then exhales sharply and tosses it onto the coffee table with a soft clatter.

“He took a taxi,” he says, his voice low and groggy but filled with frustration. “He didn’t even text to say he got home. Jesus. I think my heart just stopped for a full minute.”

He presses a hand to his chest like he’s trying to calm his pulse, and I can see the guilt crawling up his neck.

“Sorry for waking you like that,” I say quietly, getting to my feet and stretching my arms above my head. “I just… panicked when I saw the time.”

“No, no, thank you,” Jungkook says, shaking his head firmly. “If you hadn’t woken me up, I probably wouldn’t have noticed until morning.”

He steps around the couch, straightening his jeans with one hand while the other squeezes my arm gently. There’s a brief silence as we both stand there, sleepy and slightly disoriented, surrounded by the soft hum of the still-on TV and the dim light of early morning creeping through the blinds.

“I should get going,” he says, his voice softer now. “I need to check if he made it home okay. He’s probably pissed.”

I nod, watching him pull his jacket from the armchair and grab his keys from the bowl on the coffee table. “He’ll get over it,” I say. “It’s not like you forgot him on purpose. You were just… exhausted.”

He pauses, glancing back at me with a tired smile. “Still. Not my finest moment as a brother.”

He steps into his sneakers but doesn't leave just yet. For a second, he just stands by the door, hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly as he looks at me.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that,” he says suddenly. “I was going to leave around midnight, but… being here with you, it felt nice. I guess I let my guard down.”

“You needed the rest,” I reply. “It’s okay.”

His lips twitch into a half-smile. “You always make it okay.”

I look down at the blanket on the floor. It had been a quiet, simple night. And despite the chaos of the morning, part of me doesn’t regret any of it.

“Go,” I say, nudging him gently toward the door. “Text me after you get there.”

“I will,” he promises.

He lingers for one more second, long enough for his eyes to meet mine again, and then he’s gone, the door clicking shut softly behind him.

Not even a full minute passes.

The apartment is dead silent, the kind of quiet that amplifies every sound, the hum of the fridge, the soft ticking of the clock on the wall, my own breathing.

And then, bam, bam, bam.

A loud, urgent knock on the door.

I freeze. My body tenses instantly, a cold ripple of unease crawling up my spine. There’s absolutely no reason anyone should be at my door right now.

My first instinct is fear. My second is curiosity.

I hesitate near the door, heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. For a moment, I consider checking the peephole, but something, some reckless pull, makes me reach for the handle instead.

The door swings open slowly.

And there he is.

Jungkook.

Standing in the hallway, breathing hard like he’s just run here from wherever he was just 40 seconds ago. His jaw is tight, brows furrowed, eyes searching mine with something sharp, something I can’t quite name.

“He can wait until the morning,” he says.

His voice is low, steady, but his eyes burn.

Before I can even process what he means, who he is and why did he get back, Jungkook steps forward, pushing the door closed with one hand while the other finds its way to my waist. His mouth crashes onto mine with a heat that steals every breath from my lungs.

The door shuts with a soft click behind us.

My back meets the wall. His hands are firm, grounding, like they’re the only thing keeping me from floating away. I don’t even realise I’ve responded until my hands are in his hair, gripping tight, pulling him closer like my body made the decision before my mind could catch up.

His mouth is insistent, desperate, but familiar, like he’s tracing memories he’s kept hidden. The kiss deepens, and before I can catch my breath, his other hand joins the first at my waist. In one swift motion, he lifts me, forcing a quiet gasp from my throat.

My legs wrap around his hips on instinct, a move that feels far too natural for something that should feel so forbidden.

He starts walking, barely breaking the kiss as we make our way down the hallway, the path to my bedroom memorised like it’s not the first time he's done this.

And maybe it isn’t, not in dreams, not in moments we’ve both tried to bury.

We reach the bed. He lowers me onto it gently, as if I’m fragile now, despite the storm that just passed between us. His hands roam my sides slowly now, like he’s trying to remember every inch of me. But then he stops.

He pulls back just enough to look at me.

His breathing is uneven, lips still parted, his gaze searching, more cautious now.

“I’ll stop here,” he says softly, his voice raw. “I don’t want to push you.”

He reaches up, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering on my skin like they’re asking permission to stay.

My heart is still racing, and I don’t know what expression I’m wearing, but the way he’s looking at me, it’s like he’s trying to give me space and hold on to me at the same time.

I swallow hard, still catching my breath. “Jungkook…”

“I didn’t come back here to start something you’re not ready for,” he murmurs. “I just, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the look on your face when I left. About how you didn’t say goodbye properly.”

His thumb grazes my cheek. “And I know I should’ve waited. I know you’re still with him.”

Silence stretches for a second.

I turn my face slightly into his hand, just barely. “He hasn’t even called tonight.”

Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment, like those words hurt more than they should.

He shifts, sitting beside me on the bed, legs hanging off the side, his hands clasped together in his lap. The mood has changed. Not colder, but heavier. Real.

“I know this doesn’t make sense,” he says, staring at the floor. “But something about tonight, I just couldn’t let it pass. I didn’t want to be far away from you when you are so close.”

I sit up slowly beside him. We’re both quiet. The kind of quiet that happens when two people know they’ve crossed a line, but neither of them is ready to retreat.

“I didn’t expect you to come back” I admit. “But I’m not asking you to leave.”

He looks at me, something soft in his expression now. “Then I’ll stay. Just… like this. If that’s okay.”

I nod. And somehow, that’s enough for now.

We sit side by side in the dim light, the air between us still charged, but gentler. And I wonder if maybe, just maybe, everything is about to change into something better.

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