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dreamsthatyoucannotletgo12 · 2 years

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Falling For You

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook × reader

Warning: Word count 2k+

Genre: best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, confession

Walking past the last desolate-looking yet cosy noodle shop by the lane, you remembered how you and your best friend Jungkook would sit at the bench by the shop as the shoptender would happily bring your favourite spicy noodles, which you’d devour lustily after both of you had a hectic day.

You sigh thinking how it all got different as Jungkook got busy with his tours while you became busy with studies here as a transfer student in Korea. He was an idol after all and maybe this was the hundredth time you were trying to console yourself as you tried letting this sink in.

You wanted to hug him so much but you did not want to be that needy sort of a friend and also because you knew how much he actually hated it when the other members teased him constantly about you. He needed some space. You did too. Everyone did.

You had texted him a day back asking about his health, for you knew they had returned to their apartment the day before yesterday but the reply was still not received. Namjoon had texted you this morning telling you how Jk was working too hard on his dance moves and the new song they were working on so you didn’t disturb him anymore.

You were really close with all the members and you smiled when a text from Hobi popped up which read, “Hey (Y/n)! I’m missing you so much and so are all the other members. Please come over to our place tomorrow?”

A part of you which could sense a weird tension between yourself and Jungkook which usually wasn’t there, wanted to say no but how could you say no to the people you love so much and were missing too much already?

You knew you felt something more than just the friendly love for Jungkook and you knew this too that never would he ever feel the same which was quite clear from the way he would react whenever his friends would tease him about you.

You had talked with the members last week and after that this was the time you got a chance to talk to them and that too not just over text or calls.

You remember how you all were laughing over the video call last week when you told them about a guy you had started getting close to. Some expressed how that made them jealous to see their best friend hanging out with someone else while some of the others teased you but it was Jungkook who said he remembered some work and left the room. Since then he has been avoiding you. What is it about him? You would think to yourself but then again you’d laugh thinking how you were getting too bothered about meagre things. Maybe coincidentally he had right then remembered some other work though you had never seen your best friend do that. You decided to meet them.

And also, whatever it was with Jungkook, you guys needed to sort it out because you were best friends after all. You take a warm shower and let the exhaustion drain through your veins. You had already had your dinner at your friend’s place so you went to bed. You lied there thinking how fun it would be to meet your friends after so long since they had been on a tour for nearly a month. The entire day’s exhaustion finally made your eyes heavy and you fell asleep.

Next day:

The boys, finally having a day off, woke up late and it seemed as if the entire afternoon passed trying to let their exhausted selves settle yet they kept calling you asking you to join them as soon as you could.

By evening, the boys decided to watch a movie while they waited for you and they sat in the living room with popcorn and chicken nuggets which were your favourite.

“Kookie, why do you look so sad? You have been like this since last week.” said Jimin pouting and trying to know what was bothering Jungkook so much for him to be like this.

“Is it about (Y/n)?” asked Suga which immediately made the others either exclaim saying “oooh” or just smirk as they started teasing Jungkook and in a way trying to make him laugh in the process but it turned out for the worse as he just glared at them and said now completely annoyed, “Can you all for once stop teasing me about (Y/n)? She’s just my best friend okay? I don’t feel anything for her.”

“But your actions don’t say it.”, retorted Taehyung..

“And also, why is it that you’ve been avoiding her since last week? Wasn’t that the time she told us that she was thinking about dating the guy with whom she has been hanging out with lately?” Jin pointed out. Jungkook, who seldom raised his voice, now stated sternly and loud enough for the entire floor to hear him, “I’ll tell you all for the last time that I am not romantically inclined towards her.”

Right then the bell rang and Jungkook sat down back on the couch letting Taehyung open the apartment door, letting you in and immediately pulling you into a tight hug. “I missed you sooo much (Y/n)!” to which you giggled and hugged him tighter saying how you too had missed them all too much. You went and hugged them all and sat yourself between Namjoon and Jimin.

“You look different today though” said Jimin to which Yoongi agreed as they tried understanding how the statement could be justified. You said, rolling your eyes, “I just wore some makeup since I had to meet up with a friend before coming here.”

You knew Jimin was exaggerating but then again you rarely wore makeup when you were with these guys practically wearing their clothes more than your own because with them it was seldom when you had your dress not ruined by the innumerable water fights you all had.

This time too you pulled Jungkook with you to give you some of his clothes which he did. You wore his favourite oversized T-shirt and shorts. You teased Jungkook about how he had gotten messier and you both returned but there was a weird tension between you two which you couldn’t understand why.

The members told you about how their tours had been and how each of them had got too overwhelmed by the end of the tour and you laughed as they told you about the hilarious things they did. You turned to Jungkook who was laughing too and you couldn’t help but feel relieved in a way seeing that he was okay.

You all decided to sing together a bit and you tried rapping but ended up mispronouncing the words for the hundredth time making Suga raise his hand saying he was way too tired. Hobi said he’d bring some juice from the kitchen and Namjoon got a call from someone from the company about their upcoming album, leaving Jungkook to teach you how to rap which obviously was supposed to turn out to be too funny.

You and your best friend laughed a lot and that too genuinely but a perpetual lump stayed which pained you every time you thought to yourself how your feelings won’t be returned. Jungkook kept avoiding your gaze which was the last thing you’d even think of your best friend doing.

Suddenly you heard, “Mmmmmm….friend right? Which friend was it again with whom you met before coming here?” teased Jimin and Taehyung continued,” Let’s say it was that guy she has been hanging out with too much lately.” You playfully hit them both and retorted saying how it was not him but another old friend. You were stopped by a sudden voice which though feebly heard, you knew was of Jungkook’s who commented, “You and your dumb choices.”

You stood up and asked, “What?”

Your eyes met his. Generally you could immediately read what was going on in his mind but this time it was something different. He stated coldly, “You just need someone to date right? Stop being so desperate and don’t run after people unnecessarily.”

“And what if I still run after them?” you asked indignantly.

“They’ll treat you badly and leave you eventually” Jungkook said but immediately turned away.

It was just too much. First, he wouldn’t talk to you since last week and now this. You were angry but it hurt you even more and you asked with both hurt and anger laced in your voice, “Why would you say that?”

He turned to you, your eyes locking momentarily but you avoided his gaze because you didn’t want anyone to see the insecurities that were threatening to fall from your eyes as tears.Everyone sat without saying anything for the tension in the room was just too much.

You got up and left after saying a quick, “I’m going to bed.” which wasn’t unexpected for you would sleep over in the boys’ rooms quite often. You sat down by the edge of the bed, hurt by Jungkook’s behaviour. Why would he be like that when he himself was avoiding you for so long.

Outside, the boys still sat quietly because it seemed as if the amount of immense happiness which had embraced them the moment they met you after so long, was all washed down by the weird series of statements.

Jungkook broke the silence by running his hand through his hair saying, “Shit. This is too messed up. I hurt her too much.”

Namjoon went to him, placed a hand on his shoulder and said, “Be clear about your feelings. It won’t hurt and nothing’s messed up okay? If you think you messed up, you should be the one to make it better, you idiot. We’re there for you both.”

Everyone slowly got up and left to their respective rooms because they knew Jungkook needed some space to himself.

Jungkook sat there by the couch for a long time and the part of him which was in denial about his feelings slowly gave in, making him remember all the instances where he had prevented himself from acknowledging the fact that he had already started falling for you because he just wanted to be there as your best friend who would be by you, every time you needed someone to hold on to. It hurt him to think about who would hold you if you both started dating and he ended up being the one to hurt you.

He realised he couldn’t let it worsen anymore and couldn’t control his feelings too so he made his way to your room.

He knocked and entered after hearing a feeble but stern “Come in” from you. You were sitting at the edge of the bed still. He slowly made his way to where you were and sat by you. You both sat there, quietly for sometime with both of your hands resting on your respective knees after which Jungkook slowly put a hand on yours.

“Why would you say that?” you asked, still not looking at his face.

He delicately put his fingers under your chin making you look up and your eyes met. You had never seen him like that before. He looked nervous but managed to smile softly which had your heart flutter.

“I like you (Y/n). I like you a lot. I thought I could stay in denial for much longer but I didn't realise how every time that I tried avoiding my feelings, I ended up falling a bit more for you. I’m sorry it hurt me to see you with someone else-”

You hugged him tightly as a tear rolled down your cheeks. You pulled back after sometime and smiled as you whispered not letting your eyes move even a bit from his doe like ones, “I like you too Jungkook. From a long time…”

He was a bit shocked at first but he smiled as he slowly pulled you closer, your faces just inches apart, letting you breathe into his woody scent as he slowly closed the gap between you two. The kiss was gentle and passionate and had you both letting out all those bottled up emotions in it.

You both pulled back now out of breath as he slowly grazed his fingers along your jawline and slowly lied you down putting you close as he lied there beside you, with his face in the crook of your neck, trying to hold on to this moment as long as he could before you let out a chuckle making him smile too.

He told you what had been bothering him and you turned towards him cupping his cheeks gently and said, “I want you to hold me still, even if you and I end up hurting each other in ways.”

Jungkook hugged you close as you rested your head on his arms and gently kissed your forehead, his other hand tracing circles on your back. You cuddled to sleep as a feeling of surreal joy crept into your hearts, making this night, the most beautiful one.

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girl8890 · 2 years

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R Town | Ch.20

Jungkook x FemOc

word count: 6.6k

POV: Jungkook

Warnings: Confessions, Domestic abuse (implied), Rape/Non-con (implied), Threatening murder, Vaginal sex, Oral sex, Possessiveness.

Index | Ch.21

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"Fuck it!" I admit, "Yeah, I love you, M! I have since we were kids. Let me love you better then him. Let me treat you better then that fucker ever has and ever fucking will!"

The shock on M's face says it all. She wasn't expecting me to admit I love her or that I love her in the first place. Hell, I wasn't expecting to admit it either. It just... came out!

"I-I..." Is all M can say, and it gets me a little worried that this is her reaction, but I already said it, so I might as well go all out, right?

"I know it's strange, and weird since we haven't seen each other since we were kids, but I really do. I've always wondered what you were doing, and if you were safe. Then I found out you had a husband." Just thinking about Felix has me clenching my fists in anger at my sides. "I can treat you better, M. Anyone can, but out of all the guys in the world, I want to be that guy for you. Please, let me be that guy for you."

I watch the first tear shed from her eyes, and M shakes her head. "But I'm broken..."

"Your not broken," I say, almost in a defeated voice. "Your lost. Let me help you."

But M just keeps shaking her head. "Y-you can't! I'm stuck in this situation. D-don't you... can you let me explain?"

After a hesitant moment, I nob my head. Truthfully, I'm not sure I want to hear M's explanation for her marriage. Just the mention of the fuck face's name makes me want to go to the club next door and kill him. At first, I knew I was just jealous of the guy for being with the woman I love, but now I have a whole new reason to hate him. And M is about to explain ALL the reasons why, plus more.

We both sit on my couch, and I don't miss the way M shifts uncomfortably on it. Not because of the couches material, but because of the conversation we're about to have.

M turns to face me, and says, "I don't love, Felix." I fricken knew it! "I didn't love him, and I never did."

I have to stop myself from smiling because this is in no way a smiling matter, but I'm so happy to hear she doesn't love him, and that my intuition from the very beginning was right. But now I have to ask, "Then why are you married? Isn't that, you know, the point?"

M blinks a few times, trying to gather her words before saying them. "It's kinda hard to explain, but I guess the easiest way to explain our marriage is that it's... arranged?"

"Arranged?"

"Yeah, well... more like if I didn't marry him, not only would I suffer, but my brother too."

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah." M rolls her eyes, but more defeated than with attitude. "I'm the youngest, so it would make more sense for Jimin to be put in-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" I throw up my hands and shake my head. Needing to backtrack for a second. "Jimin's you brother?" M nods her head. "Huh. What do you know."

I watch M smile a little, but it doesn't at all reach her ears. "Maybe if you left your game store once in a while, you would have heard the news."

We both smile, and I chuckle at M's attempt to lighten the mood, but it goes south once again when M continues to explain her situation. "I want to be truthfully about everything with you Jungkook, but under no circumstance can Jimin know any of this. He'll just find a way to either make it worse for him, or blame himself."

Although I don't 100% know what M means, I know she's going to probably explain it more as she talks, so I nod my head in understanding.

M takes a big breath in, then continues, "My parents always planned to set one of us up with a big business owner. They originally planned to marry Jimin off, but then they met..." M swallows thickly. "Felix... and set us up without my knowledge. Truthfully, I hated the guy when I first met him. He would always look at me with these... with these eyes that just screamed predator, but my parents only ever paid attention to the money in his wallet. Felix considered me perfect, and my opinion was irrelevant. I-... we got married a month later."

I could name all the reasons why her situation pissed me of - no, more like made me enraged me - but it's way easier to just say every single word M just said made me want to become a fucking mass murderer! To the point, I openly admit, "I want to fucking kill him."

M shuts her eyes. "Jungkook, you can't-"

"No!" I stand up. "No fucking way, M. You married that douche bag. You married him, knowing he was, in fact, a fucking douche bag, and you expect me to just - what? Be okay with it?"

M stands up and holds her hands out. Her clearly seeing and hearing my anger. "I'm not expecting you too, but I'm also not done."

"You got be fucking - there's more?!"

M's lip starts to wobble, indicating she's about to cry, and it breaks my heart to watch her head nod. Meaning, that what she just said isn't even the worst of it.

"H-he..." M tries to control herself from crying, but she looks down at the ground and fails miserably. "Felix has beaten me a-and... other things, so bad for just not following his orders. We had to leave so many towns because of him. He's threatened my life, my families lives... I can never leave him. I can never leave him b-because if I do he will... he might..."

M covers her mouth, not wanting to admit her worst predictions. It gets to the point where I'm coaxing her to the couch, and having to swaddle her in my arms to try and calm her down.

My instincts are telling me to go find Felix, but I also have the love of my life sobbing in my arms. I had a similar dilemma like this last time I was with M. A dilemma where I was battling between caring for M and going to find Felix and kill him. Seeing M now, after admitting everything that's happened to her, I know now she's telling me everything not because she wants me to do something about it. She's not trusting me with this information because she wants me to help her, but instead, she wants me to be there for her.

I hold her close, put my anger aside for the time being, and let her cry on my shoulder. I'm not Felix. I'm not a violent person, and I want to be the one person in this world M can count on no matter what.

It takes a while for M to calm down, but I sit and hold her the entire time. I whisper things to her like "I'm here for you" and "I believe you" to help the calming process. When she eventually does stop crying, I don't let her go. Even when she lifts her head from my shoulder, I keep her tightly wrapped in my arms with her legs clutched to her chest.

M looks at me with red eyes, and I help her clear the tears away with my shirt sleeve. I press my forehead to hers, and we just stay like that for a moment. We sit in silence and just be with each other. There are not many times I'm okay with just being silent with someone. I have constant sound all around me when I'm at my game store, but with M any moment with her, even silent ones like these, are a blessing, and we can both agree it's worth it.

After a few more minutes of us just staring into each other's eyes and holding each other, M eventually breaks the silence with a voice that makes me want to cry too, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, M. You don't deserve anything you've been through with... him."

"I know, but there's still nothing I can do."

I want to tell her that's not true. That I can think about a million ways to take her out of this mess, and I'll support her every step of the way, but at the same time, that's not what she wants to hear. I'm not her, and I could never understand what she's going through, but after hearing everything I can clearly tell she has thought and processed every which way of escaping her husband. Ways that all lead to her and the people she cares about being affected.

This beautiful, sweet, dance dance revolution-loving, caring, passionate girl in my arms is stuck in a relationship that she doesn't want to fight out of because of the consequences. The consequences of failing to leave, and having her life further destroyed in the process.

I squeeze M closer to me when I realize this. Putting my face in her hair, and breathing in her recently washed hair. Smelling the lavender scents and realizing something else... this is the last time I'm ever going to be with her.

She hasn't explained it yet, but something happened to make her come here. I don't want to ask because I don't want to be told the truth. By what her thighs looked like the last time I saw her, I have a feeling she came here because of something specific. Something specific about me.

I've been too caught up in having M back in my life, that I've been selfish. I've been selfish because instead of just trying to keep her around, I've been pushing for my fantasies. My fantasies of M leaving her husband and ending up with me, when I should have just been okay with her being in my life again.

Sadly, M explains my worst nightmares and wildest dreams at the same time, "I wish I could be with you, Jungkook. I wish I had the ability to divorce my husband and... t-tell you I love you back."

I pull my face away from her hair, and I feel tears start to form in my eyes, so I look away from her. Rubbing my tears out of my eyes before me crying makes this situation even more depressing.

"We can't be together, but... we have tonight."

My eyes widen, forgetting the emotional moment I was about to have, and face M again. Did she just suggest, what I think she's suggesting? There's no way. I just told myself not to be selfish with her anymore. She couldn't mean-

M maneuvers herself to be straddling my thighs. She holds the back of my head as she kisses me deeply and it's full of fire. I'm frozen for a moment because my brain can't comprehend that M, the person I've been in love with since I was eight, wants to have sex with me.

Even in my frozen state, I feel every nerve ending go super sensitive. The first nerve ending that's charged all the way up, is my dick when M grinds her ass against it.

Holy shit, she really means it.

My hands start to shake because I don't know what to think. Should I do this? I've always wanted to, but would it be considered taking advantage of her? Luckily M puts me out of my misery and pulls our lips apart, sensing my nervousness.

"Make me forget about everyone else but you, Kookie."

And that was enough to wake me up from my frozen state.

I pull M in by placing my hands on the small of her back. I kiss M passionately, and I'm rewarded with one of M's goddess-like moans. Who am I kidding? I could never deny M anything. Even if it hurts afterward, knowing this could be the only time will ever be intimate in this way, M is asking me this. She's asking to be with me, even if it's just once because she has feelings for me. She wants to be selfish with me just as much as I've been selfish with her.

We're kissing wildly. Her hands are gripping at my hair, while my hands go under her dress and squeeze her ass. Our tongues swirl together, while M moans, and I grunt out how good it feels to be this way with each other. How good it feels to not care about anyone else, but each other for a change.

It's when M starts grinding her core against my dick again, that I speed things up. I pick M up by firmly grabbing onto her ass, and she detaches our lips when she gasps. Unlike before, M isn't trying to grab on me for her dear life, but instead touching our foreheads together and looking into my eyes. Automatically wrapping her arms around my neck, and her ankles locking together behind my back.

There's so much going on in that head of hers, but one things for sure, there's love in those eyes. Not just lust or her want to fuck me but actual unvocalized love.

It's then I realize... this is going to be my first time ever having sex with someone I love. I've never opened my heart up to anyone, but M before. Sure I had girlfriends or flings in the past, but I never thought or told them I loved them. That's why those relationships never lasted.

And onto my next realization...

I kick my bedroom door open and don't stop to contemplate how M is the first person to ever enter this room besides myself. I lay her down in the middle of my black comforter and pull myself away from her. I look down at M on my king-sized bed and think, I've never seen anything more gorgeous.

"Fuck, M... your so beautiful."

M blushes and smiles fully for the first time since she entered my apartment, and I pray that's not the last time I'll ever see that smile again. This is quite literally a dream come true to me - maybe more of a wet dream, but a dream nonetheless. Having M as completely mine in every way tonight, I'm going to make sure she understands just how much I love her and make this the best experience of both our lives.

I start off by taking off my shirt. Just like when I opened my door in a rush before, M's eyes widen and she unknowingly bites the corner of her mouth. And just like before, I feel myself swell with pride that she likes what she sees.

I get onto the bed and slowly crawl up M's form. I kiss each spot of naked skin as I do, and love the bliss-filled sighs she makes each time my lips touch her skin. When I get back to her lips, I'm more gentle than before. Me wanting to take my time, and show M that I love her with every ounce of my being.

I gently bite M's lip, and she whimpers in return. I smirk against her lips, and M wraps her arms around my neck. Her wanting to feel more of me, and me willing to give it all. I lay my body flat against her's and raise her dress to her thighs, so she can feel my want for her. M gasps, and I have to pull our lips apart to moan against her neck when my thin pants-covered boner and her pantie-covered core rub against each other. When I feel M's arms tighten around my neck, I know she wants more. I grind against her again, and this time I'm blessed enough to hear an open mouth moan from her. A new sound I want to hear on repeat.

I hike up M's dress more to grab onto her thigh and start grinding against her a little rougher. M scratches at my back, and it's a breathtaking sight to watch as she becomes overcome in pleasure.

I then pull one of M's dress straps down. M's blush gets significantly more red in embarrassment when her one breast is fully revealed to me, but her face soon turns back to pleasure-filled when I latch my lips onto her nipple. I swirl my tongue around the bud, and I find myself rubbing against her even harder because of it.

For a second I forget where I am, and forget my goals for the night. I rip the other strap of her dress off until her other breast is revealed to me. I twist and flick at her one nipple, while I have her other nipple still getting sucked by my mouth. I switch back and forth with this process between each breath, loving the feeling of her pointed buds in my mouth and her in my hands. All the while my very hard dick is humping against her pantie-covered core.

I'm literally in fucking heaven, but I remember my goals of M's priority pleasure when I hear her say, "Oh my god, Jungkook!"

I actually fucking gasp and squeeze my eyes shut when her now high-pitched voice calls out my name. Me almost cumming in my pants because of it. I realize then that I was actually pinning her arms down as I was fondling her this entire time. I lean away from her, scared that I took it too far, but when I see her face... fuck! I've never seen someone so sexy.

M's lips are plumped from us kissing so passionately before, and her blush has now reached her neck. She's breathing heavily, and her eyes look glossed over and completely fucked out.

I don't even know what to say. I know what I'm feeling, and that is I want to cum so badly and just get inside of her, but I have to wait. I have to make sure M is well taken care of. That's my plan and I need to stick with it. And I was fully prepared to do so much more with her until she said...

"I-I don't knows what's happening to me."

I raise my eyebrow at her, not expecting those words to leave her mouth. "What's wrong?"

"I- nothing - I don't know. I just feel... different. I've never felt this way before. Its-... is it normal to feel like this here." I follow M's hand until it reaches her lower stomach. My brain goes tick, tick, tick... until it full-on explodes when I put two and two together.

"Wait, M... have you never orgasmed before?"

M's eyes widen, and she pulls her shoulders forward in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. Then, to my complete fucking surprise, she says, "N-no."

M... has never orgasmed before.

I don't know why I didn't think this would be a possibility, maybe because I know Felix and M have had sex before, and I push that thought of them together in that way right out of my head because I'm not going to allow anything to ruin this moment for me. My goal was always to pleasure her. It was always to make M orgasm, so many times the only person she could think about is me, and I still have that goal, but it has an added-on meaning to it.

My new goal: Make M's first organum so good, that even if she were to have it again with someone else she will think of me.

Fuck... this is going to be the best sex I've ever had in my life. Granted, I always thought it would be without a doubt, but knowing I'm going to be her first in something has my heart beating a mile a minute.

"Fuck," I chuckle out with a smile. "Your so fucking sexy." M raises her eyebrows in confusion, but before she could question my compliment, I kiss her so hard her head gets pushed into the pillow.

I know it's time to speed up this process. I'm not going to have M's first orgasm happen because I was wildly humping her and fondling her tits. Without taking my lips off of hers, I pull her dress downwards until she's left in nothing, but her panties. Since I can't help myself, I pull away from M again and look at her nearly naked form.

"Yup, super fucking sexy."

M rolls her eyes but smiles brightly this time. "Your such a dork."

I crawl backward and lay my head against her thigh, trying not to look at what's right in front of my face, but instead keep eye contact with her. "But... a sexy dork, right?"

M giggles. "Your so- Ah!"

Before I let M give one of her teasing remarks, I lick up the front of her panties. I couldn't help it. Of course, I ended up looking, and when I saw that she was so wet that some of it was dripping down her thigh, I wanted to taste her so badly. Her pussy, even covered by a thin pair of lace, tastes so sweet. I've never eaten a girl out, never felt the need to when I never gave a shit about the girls I slept with, but one lick of M's pussy and I want to keep my face between her legs forever.

I lift her thighs so there on my shoulders and move her panties over. I lick my lips, then take one tentative lick of her, and her hand moves to my hair and pulls. My eyes widen, but once she is able to grab a hold of a different part of me, my shoulders, she tries - and fails - to pull me up. I start to laugh when I notice her frustrated face.

"Please, Jungkook." I stop laughing. "I really need you."

Well, Fuck. Twist my arm why don't you. I feel kinda disappointed that she didn't want me to eat her out, but with a begging voice like that, coming from M of all people, she doesn't need to ask me twice.

I sit up on my knees, and smile down at M. "Anything for you, baby."

I go to pull down her itty-bitty thong, but then she stops me by placing her foot on my bare chest. I look back at M and see watch her shake her head.

"Your turn," M says. I smirk, but kinda feel embarrassed about taking off my pants. I know it's a repeated reference by now, but I never gave a shit about the women I slept with and that includes if they liked my dick or not. This is M we're talking about, though. She notices my hesitance and smirks. "Don't you wanna know how good I am with a joystick?"

Fuck- fuck- fuck- and fuck. Huhhhhh... YES!

I'm practically ripping off my pants now. Not even caring that M laughs while I struggle to take off these somehow tight sleep pants. She stops laughing though when I'm completely naked in front of her. I feel my face heat up by M's heat-filled gaze, but when sits up on her knees to be face to face with me, I forget any insecurities I just had.

M keeps eye contact with me as she pushes her panties down her legs, somehow being flexible enough to take them off from the back of her, and puts her hands on my chest. I wrap my arms around her waist and place my hands on the small of her back.

There's no more laughter or teasing gestures. M and I are just... being. Together. Two people naked, and know what step comes soon. A step neither of us wants to joke about or ruin.

I feel M's one hand run down my chest and touch me for the first time. I gasp when I feel her small hands wrap around me, but she has my breathing going labored within seconds.

"Fuckkkkk, M." Her name comes out as a moan when I feel her thumb rub at my head. I know I'm stupidly already close when instead of just moaning out a name, I'm moaning against her neck like a fucking whore. I still her wrist, and I glance at her face to see a smirk.

"Told you," Was all she said, but it was in such a small voice. Her not wanting to ruin the moment with any big teases. I never doubted she was good anyway, but also the fact that I've been teasing and preparing her for so long now, M could probably giggle right now and I would be a goner.

I kiss her lips, and we both smile as we do. I slowly lower M back down onto the bed, never taking my lips off of hers. I - painfully - slowly spread her legs apart and move myself in between her legs.

I don't rush anything, but once I'm inside her, bottoming out with a slow thrust into her, I won't admit to the sound I made, but it explains how I feel perfectly. She just feels so perfect. She's super fucking tight but so wet there's no resistance. I understand now why Felix is so possessive over her, and now that I've finally entered her I don't know how I'm ever going to survive not being with her. My face is buried in her neck because I'm so obsessed with the feeling of her. I press my body down flat on top of her, and it increases the feeling of euphoria my entire body is having right now.

M clenches around me while whimpering when I haven't even moved within her yet, and it has me seconds away from cumming. I actually, which I never thought I would ever say, tell her, "Fuck, don't do that."

"Please move then, Kookie. I-... I feel like I'm dying."

I feel like I'm already dead. Died and gone to god damn heaven. I start to thrust in and out of her, and it quickly gains up speed, my own strength of going slow already failing. My own instincts taking over when every move I make inside of her is making me see stars.

M wraps her arms around me, and that somehow gives me the ability to take my face out of her neck and look down at her. Our foreheads touch, and I watch her eyes gloss over as a pleasure-filled vibration course through her. I watch M's face as she goes through the motions of moaning, crying out my name, squirming around, and not knowing how to feel all the while my speed is increasing.

"God - M - fuck! You feel like heaven~"

I've always considered M a goddess, but watching her getting closer and closer to cumming proves she was made by Aphrodite herself! I lift myself up a little further to have a better view. I'm also getting closer as I move faster inside of her, but my eyes and ears are selfish and want to hear and see as much of her pleasurable reactions as possible.

"J-Jungkook I - oh my Jun- god-..." Besides M's stuttering, the tighter clench of her pussy says it all. M's about to cum for the first time, and I have the privilege of witnessing it.

I grab onto her hand and move her head to make sure she looks me in the eyes. "I got you, baby." I kiss her cheek. "Just let go."

Within seconds, M isn't the only one becoming a complete fucking mess. I thought I would be able to last longer. Most of the time guys don't even know if a girl cums, and I thought it would feel that way with M since it was her first time... but I very much felt it.

She fucking squirted. All of a sudden M is flinging her head back, and my dick has never gone through so much wetness at one time. I actually almost collapse on top of her when my own orgasm got ripped out of me because it just felt that fucking good! My hips thrust forward harder on their own accord, going deeper into M than before. I let go of M's hand and grab onto the sheets in an attempt to not hurt her hands with mine. I swear I heard them rip because that's how good what just happened felt.

I cough by the time we're both done moaning loudly and cumming together. I watch M try to catch her breath, and I stare at her in disbelief. I actually feel her cum on my thighs right now. Like... no fucking way M is even perfect when she fucking cums!

"How are you so perfect?" I ask. M's eyes widen, staring up at me. How I'm still able to hold myself above her, I have no god damn clue because that just felt so good I thought I was going to collapse.

M's cheeks heat up, and she turns her head to try and hide her face. "Stop it. I'm not perfect."

I grab her face and move it to face me. "Yeah, you fucking are." I kiss her. "And my addiction to you is proof."

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The next morning, I look down to find an angel sleeping on my chest. I have my right arm protectively wrapped around her, and M's arms are squished between us. I don't remember when we fell asleep last night, but I do remember everything we did beforehand.

We didn't stop at one time. We had sex multiple fucking times. Different positions, different paces. I know M's body like the back of my hand now, but no matter which way we did her cumming always had my own orgasm being ripped out of me. Something about the way she clenched like a vice around me, and how every time she came it was like a dam broke loose.

I feel myself get hard just thinking about it. How perfect last night was, and how I reached my goal twice over of making M feel good.

But the morning sun shining down on M's beautiful face through the window is just a reminder of what today is. How last night will never happen again. Both of us will never be happy because of a man that has M controlled by a tight leash. I know I shouldn't be thinking of him while I have a naked M in my arms, but with learning M's body all last night, I also know all her scars.

She didn't let me eat her out no matter how many times I tried last night, but with the number of positions we did, I eventually saw what she was trying to hide from me... the bruises are still there. Smaller, and only surrounding her pussy lips, but they were there regardless. I'm surprised I wasn't hurting her, but I also didn't aim to hurt her. No. All I got was moans, and her crying out my name like a prayer.

Something I know Felix will never get from M.

Speaking about moans, M moans in a daze and stretches her arms out when she wakes up. I quickly put on a fake smile, acting like I wasn't just thinking about her fuck face of a husband, and watch as M blinks her eyes open. Her eyes widen for a second, but then she smiles at me in return, and my fake smile becomes a real one. I can never be angry when M looks at me like that. Content and happy. Two things I always want to see in her.

"Goodmorning, Kookie."

My smile grows bigger. "Goodmorning, baby."

Suddenly, M's eyes widen again, but this time in a panic. She lifts herself off of me and glances around frantically. "Oh my god! What time is it!?"

It takes me a second, but I realize pretty quickly she's worried about Felix finding her not at home. I reach over to my side table and check the time on my phone. "It's 6:15 am."

M sighs, calming down again and clearly okay with the time. "Thank god. Felix doesn't usually get up until after 12-" She stops herself short. She very much knows by now that the mention of his name makes me want to commit murder. "Sorry."

I raise an eyebrow at her but try to play it off as Felix not being the forever bad point in any conversation to me. "It s'kay."

M frowns, but instead of making it a big deal, decides to act like the cutest person on the planet instead. She straddles my stomach, rubs her face on my chest, and smoothes out her hands on my abs. "I'm soway, Kookie. I'll be a good girl. I pomise."

I actually fucking laugh when I watch M act like a child. Her naked body on top of me though not helping my morning wood. "It's okay, M. I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you." She turns her face to look at me but doesn't lift her face from my chest. I smile, for real, and say, "I mean it. You can always trust me to tell you the truth."

And to further prove that point, I flip us around until M is on her back, and pin her arms beside her head, then say, "Because I love you." I kiss her, and the sweetest moan that I get in return has my boner jumping to action.

I'm not interested in being inside her though - well, that's a lie. That will always be a lie - but I want to taste a part of her I only got to have two kitten licks from last night.

I slowly kiss down her body, giving her nipples extra attention since I now know how sensitive she is there, but when I get to her stomach M is grabbing onto my shoulder and saying, "Wait, Kookie-"

"M... I already know." Her eyes widen. "You really thought I wouldn't see it last night? Not even when I had your legs in the air while I was-"

"Okay! Enough! Shh!" Even though this conversation is in no way an enjoyable one, the corners of my mouth twitch up when I see M's face heat up. "Just... don't look at me funny."

"Look at you funny? What do you mean?"

M sighs and her little pout lips look so cute that I want to kiss them again. "Like, don't look at me like I'm broken. I don't feel broken when I'm with you anymore, but when you first saw them last time..."

She didn't need to continue after that. I obviously couldn't see my own reaction at the time, but I know it wasn't a happy one. Who would be happy seeing those types of bruises on the person they love?

Although I know this conversation killed the mood a little, I say, "I promise I won't react that way now. I just want to make you feel good."

M smiles, but it's a tiny sweet one. "You made me feel incredible last night."

I bite my lips and feel a surge of pride course through me. Although it was kinda obvious by the number of times she came last night, it's still amazing to hear M say out loud that she loved what I did with her last night. That's why, just for a little more convincing until I stop the pressuring altogether, I admit, "You also taste like the most addictive candy known to man, and my tongue is craving some sugar this morning."

M gasps at my vulgar words. "Oh, my - Jungkook!" I smile and wiggle my eyebrows. It only takes a few more seconds of my award-winning smile, and then M is saying, "Mmm... okay, fine, but only because I honestly want to know how it feels."

And I do just that.

Once again, M taste's like the sweetest thing my tongue has ever tasted. It's actually vibrating and having me moaning with her because she tastes so good. I particularly like when I suck at her clit, and have the pleasure of seeing M arch her back, making her boobs bounce as she cries out my name in ecstasy.

I grab onto her breast and circle my tongue around her hole while I play with her sensitive buds. I feel her pussy get increasingly wetter as my tongue continues to lick her up, and it has my dick ultra-hard underneath me. As much as my dick wants to enter her right fucking now, my time with M like that is gone.

I know that after this session of me finally tasting what's between this goddess's thighs, she has to leave. Leave, and get home before her asshole of a husband wakes up and realizes she wasn't home to begin with when he stumbled in from last night's drinking session.

At one point, during our breaks between fucking each other's brains out sessions, I saw Felix leave the club through my bathroom window. It was around two in the morning, and he was in no shape to get home, so there's no way he noticed if M got home or not.

And she wasn't home, but in my bed instead. As soon as I saw him, that break was over and I fucked M so hard I had her screaming my name, so loudly I thought someone would think I was murdering her. Just like now, thinking about that fuck face that uses and hurts M, I start eating out her pussy like it's the last thing I'll ever do. Me wanting to hear her cry out my name again and again as a reminder that I'm the only person she wants to make her feel this what. I'm the only person M wanted to be with so badly, that she risked her own life to be with for one night.

I spread her thighs further apart, and dive my tongue right inside of her. Licking at her walls, and trying to burrow my tongue as deep as it can possibly go. I'm rewarded with M screaming out, "Oh my - Fuck Jungkook! I'm- I'm..."

Then I'm rewarded again with feeling M's cum all over my tongue and chin. I'll never get over how this perfect being in my bed right now, is a squirter. I'll also never be able to get over how amazing she feels, how beautiful her about to cum face is, how my name sounds on her lips when she moans, or how she actually exists!

God must have made sure to bless M with everything he titled as perfect and shunned me from ever being able to get over her. I never planned or thought I would be able to, move on from loving M. As I lay here between M's thighs, resting my cheek against her soft leg with a face full of her essence, I stare up at M in admiration. Admiration that this girl - all 5 foot 5 inches, red hair, glossy-eyed, and lips so plump all I want to do is kiss them - is the only girl for me.

M Park is my soul mate, and when my soul mate calms down from her high I just gave her, she's going to leave my apartment and pretend everything last night never even happened...

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amiharana · 1 year

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has anyone made a hanahaki revalink au? or recommend one?

#loz #botw #loz botw #revalink #i . LOVE . hanahaki aus.#no like genuinely i LOVE . hanahaki aus #my favorite type of fanfic is when it makes me fall in love with it #and then completely crushes my soul into smithereens #and then gathers it all up and puts it back together again with a happy ending #ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING FOR THE WIN #and also flower language being creatively used for the circumstance that shit gets me too #and i relate to the characters that refuse to confess their feelings for fear of rejection or losing their relationship #and the other person being like You DUMB FUCKING IDIOT IM IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO????#*jungkook voice* i love that shit~ <3

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thebtstaekooker · 9 months

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Say That You Love Me - a Taekook fanfic

Jungkook x Taehyung

one shot

6k words

Best friends, secret pining, accidental love confessions, and steamy makeout sessions ;)

AO3 story link with notes

Summary: “Taehyung, I-“ Jeongguk began, wanting to explain and save himself from rejection, from the tension that was already thick in the air. “Is it true?” Taehyung interrupted, voice low and so sharp that it made Jeongguk flinch because, as hot as it sounded, it was also scary having never heard such a tone coming from Taehyung in his life “I-is what true?” He asked, feigning ignorance. “That you love me?”

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Jeongguk was destined for a rough life from the moment he was born. His chaotic family background made him believe he'd be a loner forever until Kim Taehyung made his appearance in the third grade. Now they're best friends. Life is better with Taehyung around if you ignore the fact that Jeongguk has fallen hopelessly in love with him and his puppy dog eyes.

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Jeongguk was only seven when he began to realize just how unfair life was. Growing up in a family of just two for most of his life, even his existence had been questioned by the small town villagers.

“Isn’t that little Jeon Jeongguk? The one who has a cheating mother?” Someone would say as Jeongguk walked home from school.

“I heard her most recent husband was rich,” another voice would chime in.

“Poor child. I wonder who his father is,” someone else would sigh, pitifully.

It was no surprise that, at such a young age, Jeongguk grew to hate being pitied and given sympathy just for his family background which absolutely was not his fault. But it wasn’t only the townspeople. His school life was trashy as well. All the children in his third grade class either shunned him or mocked him for wearing hand-me-downs that were simply too small for him and the fact that he brought his own lunch instead of buying from the school. He was the outcast, the loner, the one everyone chose to leave out at recess and frankly, Jeongguk preferred it that way up until he met his future best friend.

Jeongguk could tell the new boy was nervous, hands gripping his lunchbox tightly, head ducked and curly brown hair falling over his eyes as he stood at the front of the class beside the third grade teacher.

“Introduce yourself to everyone, dearie,” Miss Su prompted, gently nudging the boy.

He bit his lip and shuffled forward, finally lifting his head to face the groups of children that waited expectantly for him to speak.

“I...I’m Taehyung,” he murmured, stuttering a bit as he spoke.

As he looked over the class, his eyes suddenly met Jeongguk’s and they widened, inquisitively. Jeongguk frowned, mistaking the warmth in Taehyung’s eyes as some sort of pity or sympathy. Perhaps Taehyung had already heard about Jeongguk and felt sorry for him. Jeongguk hated that thought and he abruptly and deliberately broke eye contact with the other boy.

“Well, Taehyung. We’re all very happy to have you here. You can take a seat now. There’s an empty one next to...Jeongguk,” Miss Su pointed at Jeongguk and he could feel Taehyung’s gaze land on him again.

Jeongguk refused to look up, intent on finishing his math worksheet. He was happy Miss Su at least acknowledged his presence for once but he didn’t want a seat-mate who acted just like everyone else in the classroom. A shadow passed over him just then and he was forced to look up at Taehyung who was smiling shyly down at him.

“Can I sit here?” He asked, motioning towards the chair next to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk simply shrugged and returned to scribbling in his notebook. Later on, Jeongguk found himself out on the playground for lunch, sitting down in his favorite spot under one of the oak trees and reluctantly pulling out the hastily made soggy jelly sandwich his mother had slapped together that morning as she rushed around to get ready for work. Once again a shadow blocked the sunlight and Jeongguk looked up to see Taehyung standing in front of him, lunchbox in hand.

“Hey! Can I eat with you?”

Jeongguk didn’t want to seem rude so he nodded and watched as the other boy happily plopped down next to him and pulled out his own lunch. Looking away, Jeongguk, having lost his appetite the minute he pulled out that jelly sandwich, closed his lunchbox and simply sat, knees pulled up to his chest as he stared off into the distance, wistfully.

“Aren’t you eating?” A familiar voice beside him asked.

“Not hungry,” Jeongguk replied without turning to look at Taehyung.

The other boy fell silent and Jeongguk could hear him rummaging around in his bag. After a few moments, Jeongguk felt a tap on his shoulder. He sighed, glancing over at Taehyung and was met with half an egg sandwich shoved in his face.

“Share?” Came the innocent plea from Taehyung.

That was the first time Jeongguk found that, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t resist Taehyung’s puppy dog eyes. So he took the sandwich. It was the turning point in his dud of a life. Slowly but surely, Taehyung became his best friend as they grew up together through elementary and junior high. He was the only kind person Jeongguk had around, the only one who saw him, not for his family background or anything but simply for him. Once, Jeongguk had even dared ask Taehyung what he thought of him as they sat together in the middle school cafeteria, knees pressed together and shoulders touching every now and then. Jeongguk had strangely liked the feeling of his skin against Taehyung’s but the thought had scared him so he had pushed it away.

“Hyung, do you think I’m normal,” he asked, biting into his sandwich.

He’d started making his own lunches once he’d turned twelve and, not to be rude or ungrateful, but he did like them a lot better than what his mom always made. Taehyung turned to look at him, curiously, a piece of seaweed clinging to his cheek. The cute sight made Jeongguk laugh and before he knew it, his hand had come up and swiped at Taehyung’s face, making the older boy’s eyes widen in surprise. Hoseok, a ninth grader friend of theirs who spent lunch with them most days, grinned from across the table, eyes darting between the two younger boys, knowingly.

“You…there was…you had seaweed…there,” Jeongguk stammered, flustered as he pointed to the spot in his defense.

“Oh. Thanks. And no. I don’t think you’re normal, Guk. I think everyone is their own unique person. You’re one of a kind, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung grinned cheekily at the younger boy.

“But-“

Taehyung cut him off, holding a hand up to Jeongguk’s face and looking away.

“Ah, ah, ah. No buts.”

“Just-“

“No. Shush. Quiet. Zip it,” Taehyung ordered, turning to face Jeongguk and cupping his cheeks, startling the younger boy. “You are unique and special and so, so talented, and…and beautiful and special…oh…I already said that. But yeah. All of those and more.”

“Beautiful? You think I’m beautiful, hyung. That’s just cheesy,” Jeongguk laughed, despite how good the compliment made him feel, especially coming from Taehyung.

“What? You are!” Taehyung exclaimed then turned to Hoseok who’d stayed quiet for the whole interaction. “Isn’t he, hyung?”

“You’re so whipped, Taehyung,” Hoseok just remarked, still smirking.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Taehyung turned back to Jeongguk and squished his cheeks, surprising the younger boy.

“That’s right. My Jeonggukie is so beautiful,” the elder cooed and Jeongguk’s heart leapt at that, his own sudden feelings startling him so bad that he almost choked on his food.

Taehyung was instantly worried, patting his back and asking what was wrong while Hoseok started dying of laughter in the background, obviously understanding what was going through Jeongguk’s head. Jeongguk shot his oldest hyung a glare, warning him to keep quiet and assured Taehyung he was fine even though his heart was still racing a million beats per second. He hoped Taehyung couldn’t hear it. However, there were times when Jeongguk’s heart wasn’t racing. Instead it was sinking into the pit of his stomach as he watched Taehyung talking in the corridors with a few girls who were practically all over him. Jeongguk turned away from the sight and scurried away, silently.

Now they were into their junior year of high school and Jeongguk was fully beginning to realize just what he’d gotten himself into when he accepted that sandwich from Taehyung so many years back. He would watch his best friend laugh with his jock friends in the hallways and talk to all the girls that were so obviously crushing on him and Jeongguk’s stomach would burn with jealousy. Then, in the moments where it was just the two of them, Jeongguk found himself mentally tracing the soft curves of Taehyung’s face, his button nose, those lips curled up in a soft smile. When Taehyung would look up at him, curiously, Jeongguk’s face would flush bright red as he was caught staring. Jeongguk was in love.

“Hyung, I’m going to look ridiculous in these shorts! You know pink just isn’t my color!” Jeongguk protested as Taehyung stood back to admire the said hot pink shorts.

They were in Taehyung’s room getting ready for a summer party at Taehyung’s friend Namjoon's house that Jeongguk was not looking forward to. Jeongguk expected most of his bullies to be there and he knew there wasn’t a place for him at such an event. But Taehyung had insisted.

“Please, Jeonggukie! I told Joon-hyung you’d be there and I’d introduce you!” He’d begged in the cutest little voice and honestly, who could say no to those puppy eyes.

It was an understatement to say Jeongguk would do anything for Taehyung and those eyes which was why he decided to go to the party. For Taehyung’s sake.

“But, Gukie, these kinds of shorts are all the rage! You’ll be turning heads!” Taehyung remarked with a pout, sitting down on the edge of his bed and swinging his legs.

Cute, Jeongguk couldn’t help but think. His best friend was so cute. He shoved his thoughts away and swiftly glanced at his reflection in the mirror, sneakily watching Taehyung from behind him. He was so perfect…

“I never even wanted to go to the party,” He admitted, shaking away his intrusive thoughts and turning back to Taehyung with a frown

“But don’t you want to meet Namjoon-hyung? He’s the best and I bet Jimin is going to be there,” The older boy added, teasingly but as he said the last bit, Jeongguk could have sworn he saw a look of bitterness cross Taehyung’s face.

But the look was gone as soon as it had appeared and Taehyung was grinning up at Jeongguk again. That grin. If only Taehyung knew how much his smile, his laugh, his whole being made Jeongguk feel like a thousand butterflies had hatched in his stomach. But when Jeongguk glanced over in Taehyung’s direction, he knew he couldn’t ever tell his best friend that. So, to hide his feelings, Jeongguk had told Taehyung he had a crush on Jimin, his lab partner when in truth, it was Taehyung that Jeongguk had a crush on. He snapped back into reality when Taehyung waved a hand in front of his face.

“Jeongguk? Don’t get too carried away in your Jimin fantasies. I’m still here.”

“S-sorry...“

“I’m right though...right?” Taehyung asked, reaching over and pinching Jeongguk’s nose, playfully.

Just that simple touch was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He wanted more. He wanted to kiss those lips that were poking fun at him just like a best friend would do. Just like a straight best friend would do. Taehyung went on, oblivious to Jeongguk’s internal war with his feelings.

“I bet you were thinking about a cute guy with black silky hair and big brown eyes?” He crooned, batting his eyelashes in a flirtatious and exaggerated way.

No, Jeongguk wanted to say. I was thinking about you. You with your curly brown hair that’s somehow always messy and those deep hazel eyes that I could get lost in forever.

“Yeah...I guess I was.”

“I knew it!” Taehyung sang, leaping off his bed with a little too much enthusiasm, almost like the excitement had been forced. “You’re wearing those shorts. I promise you won’t regret it!”

Jeongguk did regret it. He regretted it as soon as he and Taehyung pulled up to the party. He regretted it when they walked it. And he definitely regretted even considering coming to the party when Taehyung’s disgustingly cute girlfriend appeared and practically wrapped herself around him. Jeongguk thought he was going to be sick as she started cooing and calling Taehyung all the gross baby names she had for him. It was absolutely revolting. Jeongguk had to look away.

“Jeonggukie! I thought you wouldn’t come!”

Jeongguk turned around only to be greeted by a suffocating hug from Hoseok, who he hadn’t seen in at least a year or so. A tall boy was standing near them, smiling as Jeongguk awkwardly returned the hug.

“So? Are you and Taehyung together yet?” Hoseok asked, eagerly.

“N-no…I told you we’re just friends,” Jeongguk faltered, feeling his face heat up at the image of him and Taehyung dating.

“Awww! You’re blushing! You obviously want to be more than friends,” Hoseok cooed, ruffling Jeongguk’s hair.

“Hyung-” Jeongguk tried to protest but Hoseok wasn’t listening as he pushed the tall boy forward.

“Jeongguk, I want you to meet Namjoon. This is his house and pool,” Hoseok introduced.

“Oh! You’re Taehyung’s friend!” Jeongguk exclaimed, recognizing the name. “He said something about wanting to introduce me to you but…I guess he’s too busy.”

“Yeah. It’s nice to meet you, Jeongguk,” Namjoon smiled, following Jeongguk’s sad gaze over to where Taehyung was sitting with his girlfriend. “Hobi seems to be right though. That sigh clearly came from someone who’s wishing he was the one sitting with Taehyung instead of that girlfriend.”

“Not you too, hyung,” Jeongguk groaned in exasperation.

“Sorry but you’re too obvious,” Namjoon shrugged.

“Isn’t he? I have a really good feeling that something’s going to happen tonight,” Hoseok remarked, smiling at Jeongguk.

“R-really?”

“Oh yeah. Call me later when you get home and give me all the details, okay, Jeonggukie?”

Jeongguk nodded in agreement as Hoseok and Namjoon waved goodbye and joined another group of teenagers lounging by the pool. As Jeongguk scanned the unfamiliar faces in the pool, he met the gaze of Jimin, who was already in the water. His lab partner met Jeongguk’s gaze and shot him a warm smile. Sure, he was cute and all, Jeongguk thought. But he wasn’t Taehyung.

Speaking of his best friend, Jeongguk turned to look for him and spotted Taehyung talking to some of the jocks who were in the pool as he pulled off his shirt and prepared to join them. Jeongguk felt like he was going to pass out seeing Taehyung’s flawless tanned skin on show for the whole party to see. And Jeongguk knew his best friend worked out often but he swore Taehyung had the body of a Greek god. He had to force his eyes away before he really did pass out. But before he could turn in the other direction, Taehyung suddenly glanced his way and their eyes met. Jeongguk didn’t know what was in that look that passed between them but he did know that it made his cheeks flame when he realized he’d been caught staring. Again.

“Jeongguk?” came a voice from behind him.

He jumped and spun around to see Jimin practically right beside him in the water below. He gave Jeongguk a suspicious look at his reaction but didn’t say anything more and just smiled, sweetly. He and Jeongguk weren’t exactly friends but Jeongguk had enjoyed their lab sessions together. Jimin was a nice guy and Jeongguk wouldn’t mind having him as a closer friend someday.

“Oh. Jimin. Hey,” Jeongguk managed to get out, waving awkwardly.

“Hey. Why aren’t you in the pool yet? It’s so nice in the water,” Jimin sighed, happily.

Jeongguk declined the offer at first but when Jimin kept insisting, he finally relented and decided to join the older boy in the pool, despite his embarrassingly pink pants. He could see Taehyung looking his way from across the pool and suddenly, the atmosphere felt tense for some odd reason. It was almost like Taehyung was glaring at Jeongguk and not just at him, but at Jimin as well. Jeongguk just decided to ignore his best friend. As time passed, Jeongguk found himself having a good time with Jimin. Not that he was into him or anything but he really did seem like the kind of person Jeongguk would like to be better friends with. But then, in the middle of their conversation, Jimin stopped and cocked his head at Jeongguk, curiously.

“Jeongguk, do you like me?” He asked, quietly.

“W-what? What are you...what are you talking about?” Jeongguk stammered, caught off guard by the question.

And then Jimin was leaning in and Jeongguk was starting to panic, casting frantic glances in Taehyung’s direction, a silent plea for help. But his best friend wasn’t looking at him like he had been earlier and seemed to be caught up in a vibrant conversation with his jock friends. Before Jeongguk could do anything to stop it, Jimin had kissed him. He wasn’t a terrible kisser but again, he wasn’t Taehyung. It was just an awkwardly empty thing, the stoic feelings of lips against lips and Jeongguk hated it more than anything. He pulled away instantly, staring at Jimin in a mix of horror and confusion.

“Why...why would you do that?” He questioned, shocked.

“What do you mean? I thought you like…had a thing for me? Taehyung’s friend told me,” Jimin replied, looking bewildered and maybe just a little bit hurt.

Jeongguk didn’t know what he’d done to ever make Jimin think that but he felt guilty whatever it was. He hadn’t meant to do anything to lead the other boy on or make it seem like he had something for him.

“No…I…I don’t. I’m sorry but I...love someone else,” Jeongguk admitted, apologetically.

Jimin stared at him for a second as if he was realizing his mistake before he nodded and sighed, leaning up against the side of the pool and staring off into thin air. Jeongguk watched him skeptically.

“I’m sorry for that then. I just…I kinda wanted to see how you would react…and how Yoongi-hyung would react,” Jimin explained, giving Jeongguk an apologetic look.

“Yoongi-hyung? Isn’t he that really mysterious senior who’s glaring at you right now like you’ve just killed someone?” Jeongguk asked, curiously.

“He is?! Oh God, Jeongguk. Hide me, please!” Jimin exclaimed, ducking behind Jeongguk.

“Why? Do you like him or something?”

“Yes! Yes, I like him!”

Jeongguk glanced up at the senior who was now setting his drink down on a table and striding around the pool towards them, eyebrows furrowed.

“He’s coming over here. He looks angry,” Jeongguk remarked.

“Oh noooo!” Jimin wailed, pitifully and Jeongguk’s face broke into an amused smile as Yoongi knelt down on the side of the pool, looking down at the two boys.

“Jimin. Are you hiding?” The senior asked in a low voice.

“N-no, hyung!” Jimin squeaked out.

“Good because I was wondering if you wanted to hang out.”

“W-what?!”

Jeongguk thought he saw the beginnings of a smirk on Yoongi’s face but it was gone in seconds.

“Of course, if you don’t want to, that's fine.”

The effect of those words was immediate, Jimin jumping out from behind Jeongguk, eyes wide and cheeks red.

“No! I…I mean…I do…want to hang out…just…give me a minute?”

“Sure, Park. I’ll be inside.”

With that, Yoongi left the scene and Jimin turned to Jeongguk, looking shocked.

“Did you hear that?!” He breathed, seemingly awestruck.

“Yeah. Your crush wants to hang out with you,” Jeongguk laughed.

“Speaking of crushes, you said you liked someone else,” Jimin said, abruptly changing the subject and, leaning closer, murmuring, “It’s Taehyung, isn’t it?”

Now it was Jeongguk’s turn to be surprised and he pulled away, gaping at Jimin who started laughing at his reaction.

“Y-yes but how-“

Jimin didn’t let him finish, eyes suddenly widening as he fell silent beside Jeongguk, staring at something behind him and Jeongguk spun around to see the something Jimin was looking at. Make that someone. Taehyung was standing right behind Jeongguk and the expression on his face told Jeongguk that he’d heard everything.

“I’m…I’m going to go find Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin remarked, quietly before splashing away.

In a heartbeat, Taehyung was also climbing out of the pool and throwing his jacket on, walking away from Jeongguk, who found himself following the older boy into the house and up the stairs, calling his name in a panic. Taehyung, who seemed to know Jeongguk was following him, led him into a small bedroom upstairs and Jeongguk shut the door once they were both in the room. Only then did he dare talk.

“Taehyung, I-“ he began, wanting to explain and save himself from rejection, from the tension that was already thick in the air.

“Is it true?” Taehyung interrupted, voice low and so sharp that it made Jeongguk flinch because, as hot as it sounded, it was also scary having never heard such a tone coming from Taehyung in his life

“I-is what true?” He asked, feigning ignorance.

“That you love me?”

So he really had heard. In the back of Jeongguk’s mind, he’d hoped that somehow, by some chance, Taehyung hadn’t heard the conversation, had only seen the kiss, had only wanted to get all the details and squeal and congratulate Jeongguk on getting a kiss from his fake crush. But no. He’d heard everything and now Jeongguk had no choice but to tell him the truth.

“Y-yes. Yes, it’s true. I love you. What about it?” Jeongguk revealed, trying to keep his voice firm.

He fully expected Taehyung to reject him and to tell him how awkward this was going to make their friendship now. Jeongguk wished he hadn’t even talked to Jimin let alone let him get so close. But instead, Taehyung took a step closer and suddenly, his hand was on Jeongguk’s cheek, fingers sliding down and tracing his jawline. Jeongguk didn’t move. He couldn’t breathe, eyes fixed on Taehyung, their faces so close and yet so painfully distant.

“Say it again,” Taehyung murmured, breath soft on Jeongguk’s face.

“Say what?” Jeongguk asked, knowing very well what.

Taehyung’s hand moved to Jeongguk’s chin, thumb sliding over his lower lip and tugging down gently, fingers pressing into his skin, other hand making its way onto Jeongguk’s hip, making the younger boy shiver at the action.

“Say. It. Again,” Taehyung repeated, speaking each word slowly and deliberately.

“I love you. There. Satisfied? Are you done playing with my feelings now?” Jeongguk snapped, suddenly furious as he forcefully and very reluctantly pushed Taehyung’s hands away. “Seriously, Taehyung. When did you become such a heartless-“

Jeongguk meant well. He meant to give Taehyung the lecture of a lifetime for how he was mindlessly stringing him along. He had every intention to yell at his best friend and walk out of the room. But Taehyung kissed him. Tilted Jeongguk’s chin up and pressed their lips together gently in the lightest feather soft touch. Every well meaning intention slipped Jeongguk’s mind as he tried to understand just why this was happening. He wanted to give in. He did but what if Taehyung had too much to drink? What if this was all a mistake? He’d probably regret it in the morning, calling Jeongguk to apologize for kissing him unannounced and asking if things were still good between them. Jeongguk clenched his fists and made the reluctant decision to pull away from Taehyung. He opened his mouth to ask why that had just happened, to ask if Taehyung was drunk because if he was, Jeongguk knew he’d have to be the one to drag him home. But before he could get a word out, Taehyung interrupted.

“I know what you’re thinking but I’m not drunk, Jeongguk,” he said, firmly. “I know what I’m doing and”-he leaned closer-”I’m not going to regret it.

It wasn’t quite a confirmation or a confession but it was enough for Jeongguk to let go of his worries at least for the moment and pull Taehyung back in, wrapping his arms around the older boy’s neck, hesitantly, and taking advantage of the position they were in.

“Did I say anything, hyung?” He breathed, eyes meeting Taehyung’s.

The room fell quiet as they simply stared at each other. Taehyung was the first to move, answering Jeongguk’s question by closing the thin space between them. This time, the force with which their lips crashed together drove Jeongguk up against the wall behind him and his mind went blank as he kissed Taehyung back with just as much fervor. Jeongguk wasn’t even thinking about what he was doing anymore. His mind was fuzzy and all he could feel was an overwhelming surge of want, drowning out everything else around them. When Taehyung lifted Jeongguk off his feet, Jeongguk broke the kiss with a gasp, legs wrapping around Taehyung’s waist and letting the wall support him as he stared down at Taehyung who looked confused by Jeongguk’s reaction.

“You want me to stop?” He asked, softly, breathlessly.

Jeongguk shook his head, hands finding their way to Taehyung’s collar and pulling the elder closer again, not even caring how desperate he seemed. He’d wanted this for so long. He’d wanted Taehyung more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. Leaning down, his mouth met Taehyung’s for the third time, slowly and languidly, taking the time to memorize the feeling, savoring the strawberry chapstick taste of Taehyung’s lips against his. He brought one hand up to cup the elder’s face, gently while the other hand gripped the fabric of Taehyung’s jacket as he deepened the kiss. Taehyung whimpered, arms tightening around Jeongguk’s waist and keeping him from falling.

“Tae-” Jeongguk murmured but cut himself off with his own moan when Taehyung bit down on his lip to silence him, pushing him harder against the wall.

Jeongguk promptly shut up and didn’t try to speak again, allowing Taehyung to drive his lips apart with another fierce kiss, shivering with excitement when Taehyung licked into his mouth, greedily, hand sliding under Jeongguk’s shirt and moving against the small of his back. At the cold touch, Jeongguk felt like a fire had ignited his whole body, spreading a tingling warmth through his arms, legs, and other places. He pressed himself against Taehyung, trying to get as close as humanly possible but, in desperate need of oxygen, he was forced to pull away, panting for air. Like a magnet, Taehyung’s lips followed Jeongguk’s retreating ones and it took his whole self restraint to keep from diving back in.

“Tae...hyung...I can’t...I can’t breathe,” he managed to gasp out.

Taehyung just gave him an incredulous look, tipped Jeongguk’s chin up, and dipped his head to press a long kiss to Jeongguk’s neck, nipping at the now exposed skin. Jeongguk’s breath hitched in his throat at the action, fingers curling into Taehyung’s collar and letting another soft moan escape his lips.

“...Tae...you-“ he started to murmur when Taehyung moved up to kiss the corner of mouth, tongue poking out, teasingly.

Jeongguk couldn’t take it. In seconds, he’d flipped Taehyung around until their positions were reversed and kissed the elder hard, earning a little but satisfying noise of surprise from Taehyung. They’d just gotten back into another heated make-out session when a different voice came wafting up the stairs and footsteps could be heard on the landing coming straight for the very room they were in. Jeongguk shot Taehyung a panicked look, both of them recognizing Taehyung’s girlfriend. They managed to pull away and untangle themselves just as she barged in, giving them both the most suspicious glares.

“What are you doing here, baby cakes? I’ve been looking for you for the past half hour or so!” She whined, latching onto Taehyung’s arm and still staring rather curiously at Jeongguk.

“We were just...uh...talking,” Taehyung stammered and Jeongguk nodded, quickly, hoping the girl didn’t notice how red his and Taehyung’s faces were.

“Okay. Well, smoochy face, can you come and play a card game with me and some of my friends. They’re dying to meet you,” the girl pleaded and Taehyung glanced at Jeongguk, helplessly before allowing his clingy girlfriend to drag him out of the room.

As he left, Taehyung glanced back, motioning for Jeongguk to call him later and Jeongguk nodded, mutely, listening to their retreating footsteps before sinking onto the floor in absolute disbelief at what had just happened. His mind had pretty much deserted him, letting his feelings take control but now, thinking back, Jeongguk realized with horror that if anyone found out, it could ruin everything. And it wasn’t really himself Jeongguk was worried about. It was Taehyung. The older boy had a reputation, a girlfriend, a politician father at stake and Jeongguk had mindlessly risked it all just so he could feel what it was like to kiss Taehyung. Stupid, he thought to himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He decided to leave, then and there, somehow managing to sneak out of the house without being seen by Taehyung. The next day, he called Taehyung multiple times but nobody picked up or answered any of the texts Jeongguk sent.

Now he was sitting alone at home, wondering if his intuition had been right and Taehyung really was regretting everything that had happened. Suddenly Jeongguk’s phone pinged.

We need to talk. Sleepover tonight?

Jeongguk had never been more nervous to meet Taehyung in his life. He knocked on the back door he had always used when he visited Taehyung and it was only a moment's wait until Taehyung was opening the door, barefooted, hair messy and damp, and with a towel swung over his shoulder. He looked beautiful. As always.

“Hey,” he said, softly.

“Hey.”

Taehyung led Jeongguk upstairs to his room, both of them walking in silence. Upstairs in Taehyung’s room, Jeongguk sat down on the bed, gingerly, watching as Taehyung moved around the room, hanging up his towel and tidying up a bit. Finally, he turned to Jeongguk with a soft smile, looking a bit guilty and apologetic.

“I’m sorry.”

Jeongguk had been ready for an apology but it still hurt and he still flinched, clenching his fists together and trying to keep from bursting into tears.

“Yeah. I know. It was...a long night. I get it,” he replied, quietly.

“No. I should have been more responsible. It’s not your fault,” Taehyung said, moving to sit next to Jeongguk.

Jeongguk nodded in response, forcing a smile but failing to keep a few tears from sliding down his face. He mentally cursed himself for not being able to handle his emotions better, especially in front of Taehyung.

“Hey, hey. Why are you crying? Stop crying. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have gone with Min-su and left you alone. I should have called you back too,” Taehyung apologized, reaching over and wiping Jeongguk’s tears away with the back of his hand.

Jeongguk looked up at that, eyes widening in surprise. So Taehyung was just talking about how he’d left with his girlfriend after she’d come barging in on them and how he hadn’t texted or called. He wasn’t talking about what Jeongguk thought he was talking about.

“You...you’re just apologizing for that?” Jeongguk squeaked out and Taehyung gapped at him.

“Yeah. What did you think I was apologizing for?” Taehyung asked in confusion.

“The...uh...when we...um...kissed,” Jeongguk stammered, flustered just by mentioning it.

“No. No, no, no. Jeongguk, why would I apologize for that? I thought I made it clear,” Taehyung faltered, scooting closer to Jeongguk and taking his hand.

“You...did, yes...but you never said anything,” Jeongguk muttered, finding himself playing with Taehyung’s fingers, mindlessly.

“You want me to say something? Fine, Guk, I’ll say something. I’ll say everything I should have told you from the start,” Taehyung agreed, grabbing Jeongguk’s shoulders and spinning him around until they were sitting face to face on the bed.

“First of all,” Taehyung began, “about Min-su. I don’t love her. Never have. But my parents know her parents and are forcing us to get married someday to join our families for business. Min-su loves the idea. I don’t.”

Jeongguk just stared at him in surprise. Sure, Taehyung’s parents, the mayor and his wife, were very well off. But Jeongguk would never have expected them to trade off their own son just to keep their name. Taehyung went on.

“Second of all, I know you think I’m straight and into girls and everything but I’m not. If I didn’t love you, I’d probably plead with my parents to marry Min-su’s brother, Bogum, instead and...what?”

“What did you say?” Jeongguk asked, softly.

“That I probably plead with my parents to-“ Taehyung began but Jeongguk cut him off again.

“No. Not that. Before that.”

“Oh. That I love you?”

Jeongguk nodded and Taehyung smirked, playfully, pushing Jeongguk back onto the pillows and straddling him, hands on each side of Jeongguk’s head.

“I told you I wasn’t going to regret it,” Taehyung murmured before leaning down and locking his lips with Jeongguk’s.

Jeongguk looped his arms around Taehyung’s neck and pulled him closer, whimpering when Taehyung slipped his tongue beyond Jeongguk’s lips, exploring each other, hungrily. When Jeongguk tried to grip the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt, Taehyung took his hands and pinned them above his head, the elder’s own hands holding Jeongguk down onto the mattress as he leaned down to press chaste kisses to the side of Jeongguk’s neck, The action forced a light moan to escape Jeongguk’s lips and he had to bite his lip to keep quiet, remembering they probably weren’t alone in the house. But when Taehyung found his soft spot and bit down onto his skin, slightly, it was just too good for Jeongguk not to make a sound.

“Ah-hhh...T-Tae...stop...you’ll get us in trouble,” he whimpered, squirming a little underneath Taehyung.

“You just can’t resist, can you?” Taehyung teased, kissing the mark he’d just made on Jeongguk’s skin.

“No. I can’t,” Jeongguk pouted up at Taehyung.

Taehyung laughed, leaning back down and peppering Jeongguk’s face with kisses until he just had to giggle, accepting the shower of affection from Taehyung without any more protest. Suddenly, the door swung open and the two boys didn’t have enough time to jump apart before Taehyung’s cousin, Jin, walked in, stopping short just inside the room. Jeongguk knew him quite well as he’d often joined in for movies and game nights with Taehyung and Jeongguk and now he stood in the doorway, looking like he’d just seen a ghost.

“Tae…hyung? Jeongguk?” he faltered, eyes wide in surprise.

“Hyung, this-“ Taehyung began but Jin cut him off.

“-isn’t what it looks like? Oh, Taehyung, it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Taehyung glanced at Jeongguk, both of them expecting Jin to go off on them and scold them and tell the whole world Taehyung had cheated on his girlfriend with Jeongguk. But instead, Jin’s face broke into a delighted smile.

“I’m so happy for you!” he exclaimed, jumping up and down and completely taking Taehyung and Jeongguk by surprise.

“You...you are?” Taehyung faltered and Jin nodded.

“Sure! I always knew you’d get together someday. I was just waiting for it to happen. I really am so very happy for you and I swear I won’t tell a soul until you’re ready for people to know,” Jin explained and Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Really. Anything to make my little cousin..well, cousins now, happy,” Jin sang before winking at them. “Now forget I was ever here.”

With that he snuck quietly out the door and left Taehyung and Jeongguk to stare at each other in surprise before collapsing in a fit of relieved giggles.

“Now. Where were we?” Taehyung asked when they had both recovered from the minor Jin jumpscare.

“Hmmm. I couldn’t keep quiet because you were kissing me senseless. Sound about right?” Jeongguk replied, giving Taehyung an innocent smile.

“Right.”

That goes without saying that they spent the majority of the evening caught up in a bit more than just a heated makeout session. And that also goes without saying that the next morning, Jeongguk was on cloud nine waking up to Taehyung snuggled up in his arms. He decided that sure, life gave him a tough few years but in the end, it was all worth it for the beautiful boy with puppy dog eyes laying beside him.

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