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jkbabiey · 1 year

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Rock Bottom | PJM

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, angst, fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU

⇢ Synopsis: When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⇢ Song Rec: Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, Teach Me by Kyle Dion, Sorry by Heize, Home by Ailee and Yoon Mirae, Tide by Woodz, Pride and Prejudice by ZICO and Suran, Want You Back by 5SOS

⇢ Word Count: ~4.7K

⇢ Warnings: brat OC, anger issues in here, this is honestly a sad angsty au, workaholic Jimin, frustrated OC and frustrated Jimin, unprotected sex, Jimin doesn't care about sleep, OC may be lacking some self-respect but Jimin will fix that for her

⇢ Authors note: After a long time without writing, I'm back. I loved writing this. It was supposed to be a Jungkook one-shot like always, but then I realized that it fits Jimin's vibe so much better. So I decided to change it up :)) Really like how it turned out tho. Enjoy <3

You loved Jimin with all your heart.

You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else. Five years into your marriage and he still erupted the most euphoric butterflies in your stomach. A thousand of them. Everything from his voice, to the way he snored softly when he slept, to the way he looked at you... You loved him.

Your life with Jimin felt like a fairytale. Always had. You married in a botanic garden after 4 years of secret dating, with all his and your family and friends by your side. You bought a house together right after, figuring the one you had been living in until then wasn't big enough for a future family, and have been living in it together for four years now.

Tonight was the fourth anniversary of your marriage. Four years since Jimin officially became yours and you became his.

So you had asked your boss to leave work earlier today and rushed home, at 5 PM, to prepare Jimin's favorite dish. You also bought vanilla-scented candles and an extra pretty table towel on the way home. You texted Jimin a quick 'can u be home by 9?' and got a 'yup, I'll be there' back. You were sure Jimin didn't remember what today meant - but you didn't blame him and didn't even have the strength to get mad at him. He was a busy man and you knew his work required his full attention. Most of the time, you stood in second place in his priorities. And, surprisingly, after four years of dating him and another four of being married to him, you had gotten used to that.

You took a shower after the food was ready and the table set, at 7:55 PM, and put on the prettiest, sexiest lacy black lingerie you owned - the one you knew Jimin loved. You squeezed into the tightest black dress you saw after searching your walk-in closet, and the prettiest high heels. You let your hair natural and loose like you knew Jimin liked and did your make-up - red lips and a pointed eyeliner. You looked amazing.

All for Jimin.

At 9 PM you headed downstairs and sat down patiently at the dinner table, after lighting the candles. At 9:30 PM you texted Jimin a 'u coming?' and at 10 PM you still had no answer. At 11 PM, you looked out the window, searching for his black shiny car and at midnight you were blowing out the candles that were almost completely melted at this point. You headed upstairs, finally losing all hope that Jimin would still show up to have an anniversary dinner with you, his wife, because, after all, it wasn't your birthday anymore. You hadn't seen your husband at all throughout the whole day, since he had chosen to sleep in the dorms the prior night - always the busy man.

At 2 AM Jimin wasn't home yet and you weren't asleep, because you had started to worry. What if something had happened? Jimin would call if he noticed he wouldn't be able to make it home at 9, right? So at 2:20 AM, when Jimin got to his car to head home and turned on his phone, after turning it off to focus on his work, he noticed the 14 missed calls and 9 worried text messages. All from you.

At 2:35 AM you heard the bedroom door open and you sighted in relief watching Jimin coming through it, from your seating position in your bed, under the covers. You didn't say a word, noticing Jimin's late realization of the compromise he had missed - if you hadn't left the table set in the dining room, you're pretty sure he probably wouldn't be aware of it yet. You laid down, ripping your disappointed gaze from his, with your back against him.

"Baby..." you heard him mutter and closed your eyes "I'm sorry I forgot, I didn't know you had prepared dinner for us-"

"Don't talk Jimin," you interrupted, knowing there was no way that Jimin would be able to make you feel better or make himself feel better right that moment. Hot-headed Y/N wasn't cool to talk to. "Let me sleep."

Jimin didn't say a thing. You heard the ruffling of his clothes being thrown to the armchair inside your walk-in closet. His steps towards the bathroom sounded heavy and slow - tired.

You knew Jimin was tired. He had been having full days of practice, producing and recording, for the new album. You did understand how he could forget the dinner, but the fact that he did forget just reminded you how you'd never be at the top of his mind, like he was at the top of yours, all the time. And, no matter how you tried to push it to the side, it still hurt.

Jimin, on the other side of the door that separated you guys' bathroom and bedroom, couldn't feel worse for leaving you waiting after seeing the pretty dress you had worn for him thrown across the bathroom bench and your heels neatly placed on the tiled floor, next to the door. When he got back inside the bedroom, he heard the quiet sobs you were trying to hide from him, your shaking back facing his side of the bed, and your shiny hair laid out on the bed, on top of his pillow.

Jimin felt bad, but he couldn't understand why you'd be so upset over a missed dinner. He knew you had gotten dressed up and had cooked for him - but you could have dinner tomorrow or eat the food you had prepared and that he knew was delicious by lunch.

Your anniversary was the furthest thing from his mind.

"Y/N, can we talk?". When you didn't answer, he placed a gentle hand on your exposed shoulder, turning your body towards him. "I know you're not asleep, baby."

"Leave me alone," you cried, turning around abruptly to get rid of Jimin's hand, which was now rubbing your arm. Jimin's heart clenched when your eyes finally rested on his and he saw the pain behind your teary gaze.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, not bothering your aggressiveness and still resting his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. "We can have lunch tomorrow, or you can put on your dress and heels and I'll take you to an expensive restaurant," he laughed lightly watching you roll your eyes at him.

"I wanted to have dinner tonight, Jimin," you whined, trying to wipe your tears away. Jimin laid down next to you, evolving your waist in his strong arms and pulling your body closer to his, now face-to-face. He kissed the tip of your nose and your tear-stained cheeks, smiling at how adorable you looked to him with pouted lips and wet lashes.

"Why's that? Tomorrow the weather is gonna be better than tonight, tonight is cold. I can take you out tomorrow and you won't be cold in that dress," he joked while your lips parted in realization. He still hadn't remembered what today had been.

You knew Jimin had forgotten what day today was. But you thought that seeing the dinner laid out on the dinner table had reminded him that tonight was your fourth anniversary. He couldn't really think you'd prepare such a fancy dinner just for fun, right? "Are you kidding me?" you asked, your gaze regaining the anger it had lost shortly. The panic was back in your husband's eyes and he didn't know what was wrong now. "Do you even know what today is?"

"Wha-"

"Jimin, today was the 6th of April. Do you know what that means?" you asked and when Jimin's eyes wandered around the space behind you, looking for an answer, you grabbed his arm and lifted it off your waist, getting up from your bed.

Not only had Jimin forgotten your birthday, but he was also completely unaware of what the 6th of April was supposed to mean like it wasn't the day he had gotten married to you - what did that say about him? what did it say about what you meant to him? and above all that, what did it say about your relationship?

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sorry. I don-don't... I can't remember," he said, his tone getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed his temples, trying his best so that something would come to his mind. Nothing.

"Oh my god, Jimin," you laughed ironically, covering your face with both your hands, as tears started forming in your eyes once again. "You really don't know what happened on the 6th of April?"

Jimin didn't answer, looking at you with confused eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" you chortled, almost sounding mean to Jimin. "This is what always happens! You're always too busy. Too busy with work. Too busy to take care of yourself! Too busy to take care of me! Too busy to even think of me-"

"That's not true, I'm always thinking of you-"

"Oh! Is that why you missed our fucking fourth birthday dinner tonight?" you screamed, interrupting him and watching his eyes get wide and his lips part. "You are way too busy, Jimin. You don't have time for anything other than work," you whispered as he stood up from bed to stand closer to you.

"I'm s-so sorry," he whispered. "I totally forgot..."

"I know, that's the problem, Jimin! You are the love of my life and you are my priority, always."

"Y/N, please-"

"Let me talk." you raised your hand to stop him and he did just that, pressing his lips together in a straight line and resting both his hands on his hips. "What I'm saying is, I'm never gonna be your priority-"

"Y/N, you are my priority!" he couldn't help but burst that out, running a frustrated hand through his messy dark blonde hair. He sighed, looking at you as your disappointed eyes bored into his tired ones. "I work a lot. I'm rarely home. There are days we don't even see each other. But I work so that I can support a future with you. A future with kids. A future where I can keep buying your fancy dresses and taking you to expensive restaurants-"

"You could buy me the fanciest dress in the world and it wouldn't matter a thing if you still showed up at home at three in the fucking morning." you interrupted, your voice sounding even angrier than it was before. "Jimin, I couldn't care less about that shit. I didn't marry you for your money. I don't care about fancy dresses or expensive restaurants. I lived without those things before meeting you, and I can live without them now!" you exclaimed and Jimin lowered his head, looking at the floor. "I married you because I love you. You! Not your money!"

"I know that-"

"It doesn't seem like you do. When was the last time we had a meal together? When was the last time you took me out on a date? And I'm not asking you to take me to a fucking expensive restaurant, I'm asking for a stroll in the park! Or maybe a picnic! I'm just asking for you to take me to go eat fucking ice cream or some shit!" you paused, taking a deep breath as Jimin sat back in your shared bed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers. "When was the last time you touched me? We don't even have sex anymore, for God's sake!" Jimin poked the inside of his cheek at that and let out an entertained chuckle. "Really? Is that funny to you?" You asked, angry as ever, and Jimin looked up at you.

"Can you stop yelling?" he asked with the calmest voice you'd ever heard coming from him as he stood up once again to stand right in front of you, with his face inches away from yours. "Y/N, if what you wanted was sex, you could've just said that." he spat out, anger and annoyance filling his voice tone.

Instinct spoke louder than you as you raised a hand as if about to slap him, but Jimin was faster than you, grabbing your forearm to prevent you from doing something you surely would regret later. "Don't go there," he said sternly, with a grave deep voice.

You looked at him angrier than he had ever seen you, with a clenched jaw and fisted hands. You shook your arm, letting Jimin's hand fall, and ran your fingers through your wild hair. "Fuck you," you whispered before walking out of the bedroom. You walked towards the kitchen. Not even five minutes after you left the room, heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the walls. Until you felt his presence by the kitchen door even though you had your back to him.

“Do you think I stay at work this late because I want to? Don’t you think I’d much rather be home having dinner with you by 9?” he asked, his tone angry but still calm and collected. “It’s my work! I have no choice whether I want to do it or not-“

“Jimin, leaving work earlier one day wouldn’t be the end of your career, I’m telling you,” you mocked sarcastically and could feel Jimin rolling his eyes, even without facing him.

“I’m sorry I missed dinner, but it’s not like I was out partying with the boys. I was working. I’ve been working since 7 AM. I was supposed to go sleep in the dorms so I wouldn't have to wake up even earlier tomorrow, but I still came home, because you asked me to. The last thing I need is for you to spend the night mad at me” he sighed when you finally turned around, to show him that his speech hadn't had that much of an effect. You were still mad. Very mad.

“You came home because ‘I asked you',” you mimicked, “not because you wanted to see me after not seeing me for two whole days?”

“Oh my fucking god” Jimin growled and looked up at the ceiling before running both his hands through his hair.

“And so what? You’re tired! But am I supposed to just shut up and don't be mad when you forget our marriage's fourth anniversary? I'm sorry for expressing my feelings-"

"Can't we just have dinner tomorrow?" he interrupted. The annoyance back to his voice.

"Jimin, go to sleep." You finished, leaning against the balcony behind you and looking down at the floor.

"No! What the fuck do you want me to do now? I already said I'm sorry! What do you fucking want now?!" it was his turn to yell now. The anger of expecting to come home to a warm bed and coming home to an angry wife was finally getting to him. "I come home absolutely exhausted and you still manage to keep me up and yelling, like I had the easiest day of my life! Stop being so selfish, for fuck's sake!"

You looked up at that and felt your eyes tearing up once again. You stood up straight and walked past him, towards the bedroom. You grabbed your pillow and a warm blanket. "What are you doing, Y/N? Jimin asked, and you wouldn't deny the tiredness was already showing in his voice. "Go to sleep, I'll stay on the couch."

"Stop, Y/N, please," he muttered and you turned to face him.

"Jimin, I don't want you to do anything. I get it, you were working and you're sorry. I know you're sorry. But my point is, how many times are you gonna keep saying sorry? Because I don't know for how much longer I'll be okay with being left behind for your career."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't know whether I can stay in this marriage if I keep being forgotten like this," you shrugged with teary eyes and watched Jimin tilting his head to the side while the anger in his eyes subsided. His eyes quickly got teary and he held up his hand to grab at your right arm, trying to prevent you from leaving the bedroom you two shared.

You shook your arm from his grip and turned your back on him, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

And no, it wasn't okay with you to go to sleep angry at him. You weren't that type of couple. You worked things out before going to bed. But you knew how tired he was. He was supposed to wake up at 5:30 AM the morning after and you were supposed to wake up just an hour after him. You knew that if you kept fighting, neither of you would get any sleep. You and Jimin were two people with strong personalities and whenever you two fought over something it did not end up quickly. Besides that, you two had never fought like this. Had never had an argument that caused either of you to question the worth of your marriage. This was your rock bottom.

But you hated that you weren't sleeping in your bed, in your husband's arms. And it was impossible to fall asleep, no matter how careful you and Jimin had been to choose the most comfortable couch in the store when you bought your house. No matter the position or how many times you turned - you couldn't fall asleep.

It was 4 AM when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

You felt Jimin coming closer to your frame on the couch and kneeling down next to it. "You're sleeping?" he whispered and you mumbled a tiny 'no'.

"Can I sleep in here?" he asked and you made space on the couch for him to slip under the blanket with you, which he did quickly. He enveloped your waist in his strong arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck as if nothing had just happened. "Please, don't leave me," he whispered against the skin of your neck. You stayed quiet, just taking your hands to envelope his neck and pull him closer. "I don't think I can make it without you. I've been awake the past hour trying to find a way to stay less time at work and more time with you, but I can't find one. I don't think there's any way to solve this."

It was completely dark in the living room, and that just made this feel much more intimate than it was supposed to. "But I love you," he whispered again. "I love you too," you answered and felt a light kiss on your neck.

"I'm sorry for not being able to give you the life you deserve. I promise you that one day all this activity in my career will calm down and I'll be able to give you everything you deserve, but for now I can't fix anything we're going through. But we can fight for this, okay? We can keep up with my schedule and with yours. We can keep coming home to a warm bed. We can keep building a future for us both and for our future family. We can keep fighting every time there's something wrong, without really getting to solve anything. If you're up for it, I'll gladly stay up until 4 AM, if it means we can be alright in the end. But please, don't leave me. I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. And you're not behind my career. You're always at the top of my mind, but work is work. And when I'm working with the boys I can't just bail on them and let them work alone. I really hope you understand that."

And by now, you were already washed in tears. Jimin could feel your wet tears on his neck. "I'm sorry, baby," you cried and Jimin lifted his face from your neck, to look you in the eyes. Even with the almost absolute darkness of the room, he could still figure out your beautiful features.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I understand why you'd be mad at me-"

"No, I'm sorry, I should have been more understanding, or at least wait until you were well-rested. I'm sorry for making you fight with me for like half an hour. And I'm sorry for trying to slap you, I don't know what that was..."

"I love you. I don't care how bad we fight, I still love you. I always will," he whispered as his face got closer to yours. You could feel his light breath on your lips. "And I was being a jerk when that happened so you're fine."

"I love you too," you answered as you let out a soft giggle, to which Jimin smiled. You raised your head from the pillow, to softly press your lips against Jimin's to seal your reconciliation. His pillowy lips moved softly against yours, as he put one hand on the back of your head, to deepen the kiss. You heard him moaning against your lips as his other hands moved from your waist to your ass. "You should get some rest babe," you said, pulling away from him.

"No, let me make you feel good," he whimpered as his lips were redirected at your neck, sucking your skin and leaving love bites on his way, as his hands moved towards the hem of his your t-shirt, taking it off in a heartbeat and throwing it to the floor, next to the sofa.

You moaned as he pressed his thigh to the middle of your legs, urging him to go faster. His t-shirt and sweatpants quickly joined your oversized t-shirt on the floor, and soon he was panting against you as you raised your hips to create some friction between your crotches.

Jimin reached down, palming your still-covered pussy, with his whole palm. "How are you so wet?" he asked as you moaned and slightly trusted your hips up against his hand. "How are you so hard?" you asked back, teasing him as his hard length pressed against your thigh. You heard Jimin chuckle and felt him pushing your panties to the side, and running two of his fingers through your slit.

"You have such a smart mouth don't you?" he asked ironically, shoving his, now, soaked fingers inside your mouth. Your lips, quickly wrapped around his long fingers, sucking on them. He reached down with his other hand, to plunge two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned against his hand, which he quickly retracted from your mouth, just to press his lips against yours once again. He started fingering you, making scissor motions inside of you to try and prepare you for him. "How are you always so tight?" he groaned after you pulled away from the kiss to let out a series of moans from how good his fingers felt inside of you.

"After you not fucking me for so long, I'd be surprised if I wasn't," you teased once again, chuckling and Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You're so annoying, baby," he answered, starting to finger you faster as you threw your head back on the couch, giving him enough space to suck the skin of your neck as if he hadn't marked you enough earlier. "Do you think you're ready for me?"

"Yes, baby, please. I want you inside me, please," you mewled and Jimin moaned hearing your cries of pleasure so close to his ear, after so long.

And in a second he roughly shoved his entire length inside of you, as you both let out loud groans of pleasure. Having Jimin inside you never failed to blow your mind. Everything from his length to his girth felt overwhelming. And you loved it. Sex with Jimin felt better than with any other man you had been with before - firstly because Jimin knew what he was doing, and second because you had never been in love with someone as much as you are with Jimin.

Patience had never been your forte, and it showed when Jimin decided to stay still to let you get used to him, but you rose your hips urging him to keep going. It did burn but you liked the slight pain of having Jimin inside you. So he kept going, first slowly, but he quickly grew as impatient as you and started to pick up his pace. Until his hips were crashing against yours, with one of his hands grabbing your waist to stabilize you two. One of his forearms was supporting Jimin's body, next to your head. You reached forward to press your lips to Jimin's in a heated kiss. You two moaned and growled against each other lips, as your hips started to thrust upwards against Jimin's and soon enough you were both in a frenzy on the couch.

Jimin moved one of his hands from your waist to your cheek, softly caressing it. “Baby, are you close?” he moaned loudly. “Hum? I can’t last much longer- Ah… Baby, you feel so good around me.”

“I’m so close baby, just keep going. Please, just a little more… Please,” you moaned and Jimin stopped his movements for a couple seconds after hearing you pleading for him. He knew that he was way too close and you weren’t helping. You begging for him had always been one of his biggest weaknesses.

“Anything for you,” and just like that, his hops were back at it, full speed and thrusting with a strength you hadn’t felt before.

Jimin's and your loud moans were a clear indication of how close you both were. And when you enveloped both your arms around Jimin's thick neck and he thrust himself inside you one last time, before falling on top of you, you came together. Your insides milked him as he kept thrusting his hips softly against yours.

"I love you," you heard him sigh, breathless, against your neck.

"I love yo-"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

5:30 AM. It was Jimin's time to get up and you looked at him as he reached for his phone, on top of the coffee table. "That's my cue," he chuckled, still breathless. And you looked at him in pity.

"You didn't even get to sleep, baby."

"You gave me enough oxytocin to last the whole day. Also, it's not the first time I stay up the whole night. You try to get some sleep, you still have some time," he whispered, still trying to leave your warm embrace.

"Can't you ask the boys to meet up like an hour later or so?" you asked, tightening your arms around his neck, so he wouldn't be able to leave.

"No... Hoseok would kill me," Jimin answered, smiling at your attempt to keep him close.

"If you faint, I will kill you."

"If I faint, I will blame it on you, you sex-starved woman! Always tiring me out!" he laughed against your neck and you slapped his strong shoulder. He raised his head, pressing a soft and long kiss against your lips. "I'll go get ready. Bye baby, see you tonight."

You didn't answer, just resting your head on the soft pillow, already starting to drift off to sleep, just before hearing Jimin scream from the main door.

"Be ready at 8:30! And think where you want to go get dinner."

Jimin wasn't home at 8:30 that night.

He arrived at 10:25 PM, but as you looked into his tired and apologetic eyes, when he stepped inside your house, with flowers in one hand and a bag of KFC takeaway in the other, you knew that no matter how many times Jimin said 'i'm sorry', he'd always mean it. And that was what truly mattered because for as long as he meant it, you knew he loved you. And you loved him.

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chans-room · 5 months

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Winter Things

❄️ Stray Kids (Bang Chan, Changbin, Han Jisung, and Hyunjin) x reader and Ateez (Yunho and Hongjoong) x reader

❄️ Word count: 3.7k

❄️ Happy holidays babes! I decided to make a few gifts for my friends based on their favorite winter activities but everyone can enjoy, so merry ficmas 🖤🎁 Each has a mood board, fluffy date, and the spicy ending! All soft, fluffy winter vibes here folks, nothing too wild. All contain smut so minors DNI!

Hongjoong + baking cookies for @kiestrokes

Hongjoong comes over after you tell him you’re planning on spending the day baking Christmas cookies. You figure he needs a change of scenery to keep working and you, as a friend, provide a low stress environment and tasty treats. But when he shows up in his sweats and hoodie, no laptop in sight, your heart melts a little. He really just wanted to be with you. You had worried that becoming friends with benefits would ruin your friendship, but it actually only made you both closer. There was no awkwardness, no secrets, just complete trust and honesty. He sits at your counter and watches you as you work, helping here and there when you ask for it. You discuss everything that’s happened since the last time you saw each other. It’s only been a few days, but you both love knowing even the smallest detail. But when it comes time to decorate, Hongjoong is ready to show off his skills. He’s deadset on getting every single one absolutely perfect, and once you’re done — and after he attacks you with the leftover icing — he’s pushing you toward the bathroom, promising to clean up the kitchen as you clean up yourself. After your shower, all comfy and bundled in your pajamas, he’s pulling you under the blanket on the couch and into his arms. You let yourself relax with your back against his chest — you feel undeniably safe with him.

His voice in your ear nearly lulls you to sleep when you feel his hands under your shirt, skimming up your ribs, one hand cupping your breasts while the other traces a finger down your stomach. You can’t make out any of the words he’s saying, sleep clouding your brain, but you don’t care. It feels good and you’re perfectly willing to bask in his casual affection. His featherlight touches pull back to reality, but his cold fingertips slipping just below the waistband of your pants jolts you awake. You barely whisper a plea as the thought of his fingers inside you make you squirm with anticipation. He chuckles at your excitement and in no time, he has you naked, his pants abandoned by the armrest as well, your back still pressed against his chest. He whispers all of his most lewd fantasies, praises, and appreciation in your ear as his fingers work inside you. He makes you cum like that, writhing against his hold, twice before he relents and pushes into you. It’s not long before he’s gasping your name into your ear and moaning as the tight circles he makes around your clit quicken, pushing you over the edge with him. You spend the rest of the day under the blanket with him, relishing in the uninterrupted time you two have together.

Changbin + looking at the Christmas lights for @eureka-its-zico

Your husband calls you on his way home from work, saying he’s on his way, and tells you to put on something comfortable. When you get in Changbin’s car he hands you both a coffee cup, your usual order, and his sweatshirt. He refuses to tell you where you’re going, but you don’t mind. You trust Changbin with your life, and sitting in the passenger seat with his hand in yours, your favorite playlist filtering through the speakers is exactly what you needed after the week you’d had. You can always count on him to brighten your day; he would never let you wallow in your bad week. He’s always coming home with flowers, a milkshake, or a new book to brighten your worst days. You let yourself relax as you watch the sun set and the street lights turn on, when he pulls into a neighborhood that’s teeming with lights and decorations. His giggle echoes in the car as your face lights up, gasping and cooing at every house. Changbin tells you to get comfortable — because he’s not stopping the car until you’ve seen every decorated house in the city. You both pick favorites in every neighborhood, picking the best ones and reminding yourselves to go back next year to see if they do anything different. You drive around until you start yawning. Changbin stops the car, pulling off to the side of the road. He turns the car off, running out into the cold to your door before pulling it open and hauling you into his arms. You scream and laugh as he spins you around before coming to a stop, showing you the city laid out in front of you. You can’t help but kiss him — your Binnie is the best husband you could ever ask for.

After a few lighthearted complaints, you force him back into the car, but you pull him into the back seat with you. It may be freezing outside but he’s warm and broad and lights a fire in you that burns so hot you have to strip down to nearly nothing. He folds you into positions you weren’t sure were possible, mumbling about how the backseat isn’t big enough for how he wants to ravish you, but his selfish wife can’t keep her hands to herself. He promises to make it up to you when you get home but for now, he needs you too bad. Despite being with him for as long as you’ve been, you still need him to prep you before he can fuck you the way you want him to. Your knees are pressed to your chest as he scissors his fingers into you, mouthing at your neck and chest. The fleeting thought of his leather seats passes through you before his cock bullies its way into your cunt — the stretch tearing all the coherent thoughts from your brain. You’re a brainless mess as he fucks you, digging your nails into his biceps until his hips start faltering. His name tumbles out of you in a gasp as you shatter, dragging him with you into the abyss. You both lay there, catching your breath before you both start giggling, feeling like a couple of teenagers again. He kisses your forehead once before climbing back into the front seat, starting the long drive home. He tells you he doesn’t mind if you fall asleep — he’ll get you both home safe.

Hyunjin + Decorating the Tree for @slashersteve

You were in the middle of a holiday puzzle when your phone started ringing, interrupting the carefully curated playlist you’d set up. Of course, it was your best friend Hyunjin with the dramatics, complaining about how he desperately needs your help with his final project for his photography class; nothing was going the way it was supposed to and he needed you more than ever. You sighed and grabbed your box of Christmas decorations you’d been procrastinating setting out before bustling out of your apartment. You decided it wouldn’t hurt to stop by a few shops on the way — you knew what he was planning and exactly why it wasn’t working the way he’d wanted it to. He’d spent the last three weeks telling you endlessly about how his final project was going to be about Christmas Traditions, but he had only picked out high end, avant garde decorations. He lacked the warmth and comfort of home, which you were more than happy to provide to your best friend. You didn’t bother knocking as you got to his apartment; you let yourself in the unlocked door and found Hyunjin laying on the floor of his living room, surrounded by an army of expensive miniature nutcrackers. You ignored him as he began lamenting about his failure, deciding instead to set up all your decorations. They were things you’d had since childhood along with things you’d begun collecting throughout your life, or things that looked like what you’d find in your mother’s Christmas collection. Eventually, his complaints faded into silence, which was only occasionally broken by the click of a shutter. You forced him to set the camera down to help you decorate the tree he’d set up. Your heart clenched in your chest when you thought about how desperately you wished you could do this with him for real. Your family already loved him, and his loved you, so the transition would be seamless. But he didn’t feel the same way about you — you’d packed up that hope years ago. You had accepted that Hyunjin would always just be your friend, your best friend. But in moments like this, you couldn’t help but long for more. You finished decorating in amicable silence and you both stood back from the tree, appreciating how beautiful it was. Hyunjin handed you the tree topper you’d brought with you, a Tinkerbell you used every year, and bid you to place it on the tree. As you stretched up onto your toes, you heard the distinct click of the camera firing behind you. You rolled your eyes and straightened her out before dropping back onto your heels, glaring at him. But you were surprised by his face so close to yours, a look you’d never seen in his eyes. You didn’t have time to decipher what it was before his lips were descending on yours.

It was a rush — both of you pulling at each other's clothes with no regard, desperate and frenzied. You didn’t want to waste any time, unsure if you’d ever have the opportunity to be with Hyunjin again. You tried to convince yourself that one time would be enough, you could live with once if it was all you could get from him, so you were going to make it worth it. You marveled at his naked body, nearly wept when he pressed his sinfully long fingers into your entrance, screamed his name as he made you cum with his mouth, and felt the world come to a stop when he finally had his cock inside you. The idea that you could ever move on was laughable — not only was he your best friend but he somehow knew exactly what to do and when, and exactly what to say to tear you apart at your seams. You were catching your breath when he finally spoke, expecting him to tell you that it had been a mistake. But instead he tearfully confessed his years long held affection for you and begged you not to break his heart, at least not until after Christmas. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his dramatics, and instead tackled him backwards onto the couch, kissing him again before informing your now boyfriend he didn’t have to worry about being heartbroken, before Christmas or after.

Yunho + cozy nights in for @j-a-nuary

As soon as the snow starts coming down, you cancel your minimal plans for the day. Yunho is one of your first calls — you were supposed to go out for lunch to a new restaurant you’ve been wanting to try, but now all you wanna do is curl up on the couch and watch some comfort shows. You apologize for calling off your plans with your boyfriend, but trekking out into the snow sounds horrible to you. He laughs and tells you he understands, leaving you to your couch and your shows. An episode and a half later there’s a knock on your door; it’s Yunho with a bag of food from your canceled reservation, and another bag of snacks. He spreads your lunch out on the table and hands you a plate. You both eat in silence, focused on the TV, but his body is pressed against yours comfortingly. He presses his lips to your head every so often, and when you finish, he takes the dishes to the kitchen and refuses your help when he starts to wash. He tells you that you can repay him in cuddles when he’s done.

You don’t wait when he comes back to the couch — as soon as he sits down you crawl into his lap, fingers threading into his hair to tip it back to give you the room you require to show your appreciation for him. You take your time trailing your lips across his jaw, relishing in his subtle shivers and the way his hands twitch where they sit on your waist. You know he’s struggling to not flip you onto your back and take over, a move you’re intimately familiar with, but you have other plans. He lets you strip off his flannel and the shirt underneath, nails trailing over his muscles as your lips and tongue and teeth trail across his broad chest and over his sensitive neck. It’s when you suck a small mark into the thin skin at the hollow of his throat his hands finally tighten on your waist, and you know you’ve won. The broken moan falling out of his mouth tastes like victory, his body relaxing against the back of the couch. You waste no time ridding both of you of the rest of your clothes before positioning yourself over his cock, sinking down onto it with a satisfied hum. Yunho’s hands on your hips keep you from setting the pace you had wanted, but you’re willing to give him this minuscule amount of control. He keeps your pace slow, forcing you to grind down onto him when he seats you fully in his lap, and you nip at his ear in retaliation before he lets you move. The pleasure and arousal builds in you quickly, and you know he’s purposefully keeping it slow so you won’t cum, but the way he’s looking at you and the subtle shift of his hips when you grind down sends you reeling. Yunho just smiles and watches you shiver as you give into the orgasm. Once you catch your breath, the desire to wipe the smug look off his face takes over. Before he can stop you, you’re pushing yourself out of his lap and falling onto your knees, taking him into your throat without warning. He shouts, throwing his head back and digging his long fingers into the cushion of the couch, not wanting to stop whatever you have planned. You watch his eyes flutter as you slowly push yourself to take the rest of him, only coming to a stop when your nose is pressed against his skin. Your eyes open to meet his and as soon as they do, he comes with a shout of your name. As the snow piles up outside your door, you both sink further into the cocoon of intimacy your apartment provides.

Bang Chan + sledding for @minisugakoobies

Chan wakes you up with a wide smile and a cup of coffee, a shocking turn of events considering you’re usually the one to wake him up. But you can’t complain when his excited face mere inches from yours is the first thing you see. He’s speaking so quickly as soon as your eyes open that you can’t understand him; you only catch the words snow, sled, and melting. And they’re enough to get you out of bed immediately. You both pull on your thickest winter clothes as he rambles at you again, telling you about how it snowed the night before and how he wants to make sure you get enough time to sled before it melts or gets too yucky. You spend the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon outside, sledding and laughing with each other. He makes you feel like a kid with a crush again, and you can’t believe he’s yours. Chan helps you pull your sled back up every hill, and always checks on you when you fall off your sled, kissing your palms and your snow covered knees. It makes you want to cry, you're so happy. It’s only when the cold has sufficiently numbed your fingers, toes, and nose that you even consider going inside, you and Chan giggling the whole walk back, recounting your favorite moments of the morning as you kick off your shoes. He pulls you to a stop before you go inside, pointing at the mistletoe above the door with a shy smile. You can’t resist. You throw your gloves on the floor and jump into his arms, kissing over every inch of his face before planting a soft kiss to his plush lips.

Chan walks you back into your house, kicking the door closed behind him as he stumbles into the kitchen, setting you on the counter for just long enough to pull off your jacket and his before he’s got you back in his arms and shuffling down the hall. His hands knead into your thighs as he hums into your mouth how much he loves you. He finally sets you down in your shared bathroom, disappearing for a second to turn on the shower before he’s closing the space between you again, keeping you trapped against the sink when he sneaks his frigid fingers under your shirt. You scream and scold him, but he just laughs as he peels the layers off you until you’re bare. You return the favor, pressing your chilly palm to his lower back, earning a yelp of surprise, before you strip him of his many layers and pull him into the steamy shower. He wastes no time lifting you into his arms again and pressing you against the shower wall, plush lips on yours as you reach down to line him up with your entrance. He pushes into you, a ragged sigh following as he stills for a moment, forehead pressed against yours. You kiss him and thank him for giving you such a memorable day, and being the wonderful man he is. His knees nearly buckle at your words before he pins you to the wall, hips slamming into yours. You know you’ll have a bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care. He doesn’t last long, panting as he professes his love for you as he finishes, letting you stand on your own two feet again. You cling to him as he regains his balance, forehead pressed into the junction of your neck. It takes him a minute to set you down, mumbling about how he’s going to fuck you so well later you won’t be able to walk. You giggle and nod as you pull him under the warm water and uncap his shampoo, lathering it into his scalp as he sags against you, humming appreciatively into your skin. After the water is turned off, you remind him of his earlier promise with a wink over your shoulder; his smirk tells you that he would never dream of breaking that promise.

Han Jisung + watching the snow fall by the fire for @minttangerines

You could not be more annoyed that you have to spend what would have been a perfect day with him. Han Jisung is quite possibly the most annoying person you’ve ever met, and yet he seems to have absolutely everyone wrapped around his finger; most of all your professor who paired you with him on an important project that’s due in a few days. He has bailed or ghosted you on every meeting you’ve set up beforehand, claiming something arose or that he simply forgot the time, which lead you to infuriatingly inviting him over to your house in the hopes you can get the assignment over with. You outright refused to go to campus again just for him to bail on you, so you demanded to host. Of course that was before the forecast had predicted snow. Now all you wanted to do was curl up on your couch in front of the fire, but instead you have to host your enemy and try not to strangle him. He shows up early, beaming at you with a package of hot chocolate under one arm and laptop under the other. You manage to get through most of the project in amiable silence, accompanied only by the sounds of your respective keyboards and the crackling of your fireplace. It’s only after you finish, praises falling from Jisung’s pretty mouth that you realize the snow hadn’t stopped as previously forecasted. In fact, it began to snow much harder; and you weren’t sure he could make it home anymore. You sigh and offer him to crash on your couch till morning. You spend the night chatting by the fire, watching the snow drifts build, and forgetting why you hated Han Jisung to begin with.

By the 2nd cup of hot chocolate your rivalry with Jisung is forgotten; all you can think of is his adorably squishy cheeks, his sparkly doe eyes, and his pretty pink mouth. You aren’t really paying attention to what he’s saying until he chokes on his words and turns away from you, looking embarrassed and a little flushed. Then your brain catches up; Han Jisung has a crush on you. Without thinking, you lean across the coffee table and plant your lips on his. Before you know it, he’s stripped you of your pants and has you gasping as his shoulders settle between your thighs. He can’t stop giggling to himself, mumbling about how he never thought this could happen, how hot he thinks you are, and how lucky he is to have gotten paired with you. His rambling makes you tremble with anticipation as your arousal grows and makes you heart flutter, making you grab his hair to guide his mouth to where you want him. He’s messy and vocal and all it does is turn you on more until you’re moaning his name and falling apart. After a few minutes he’s crawling back up to lay at your side. You tell him to give you a minute before you can continue, but he admits sheepishly that hearing you call out his name made him cum in his pants. You can’t help but laugh as you wonder aloud why you ever hated him. He gasps in outrage, claiming he thought your behavior towards him was your way of flirting; he never suspected you actually didn’t like him. You can’t help but laugh; Jisung would think your outright dismissal of him was a flirting tactic. You pull him in for another kiss and offer your washing machine as an apology — he won’t need his clothes until tomorrow morning anyway.

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In Motion (M) | 13 — final

➬ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

➬ Pairings | Jungkook x reader (with POV switches) ➬ Genre | Masturbation Club!au, Sex Club!au, mature, smut ➬ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; soft dom!Jungkook, sub/switch!reader, switching positions, sexual tension, teasing, stripping, nudity, a lot of kissing, dirty talk, swearing, nickname/role-play, panty stealing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation (female), clit play, fingering, minor hand job, edging, begging, reader being kind of a brat, orgasm control, light restraints, rubbing, grinding, groping, breast play, nipple play, biting, oral sex (female receiving), clit biting, pain/pain kink, size kink, reader is being sent into a headspace for the first time, first time (with each other), rough sex, multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, forced orgasm, creampie, cum play, cum eating, post-coitus cuddling ➬ Word Count | 21k words ➬ Music companions | Seven — Jungkook // Pour Up — DEAN (feat. Zico)

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[Incoming private message from La Rouge]

“Thank you for attending the annual Black Vice event hosted by Club La Rouge. Your participation and support are highly regarded. We hope that you found pleasure through our special night together and found it valuable to be a part of our family. A special invitation to our next session will be sent to you through e-mail in the next few weeks. We hope to see you again soon. Sender, Club La Rouge”

—You—

A part of you had expected to feel relieved once you stepped out of Club La Rouge’s grandiose mansion, the place where burning carnal pleasure has been thriving so freely the entire night and where people were free to surrender themselves to their deepest and darkest desires.

All the sexual tension that you had constantly felt when going from one room to another, witnessing all the acts of sin which aroused your own needs, was all starting to get too much and you needed that sense of relief as it was beginning to lay heavy on you. Yet that relief never comes, even as you breathe in the outside air. For some reason, your mind seems muddled, as if you have yet to recover from the continuous thrills you have been sent into all night despite having been taken away from it.

Now you understand why the club had forbidden the guests to drink alcohol more than what was allowed to and get drunk during the event. Because the sights you saw and every moment you experienced had been more than enough to make you feel intoxicated and high. High enough to feel like you are still floating above the ground when you are walking towards the car. Thankfully, Jungkook keeps his arm around your waist the whole time, keeping you steady as you are pressed against him even if your knees continue to feel like they are losing strength.

“Are you okay?” he whispers to you just before he ushers you into the car, and you give him a lazy nod.

“I’m fine,” —you let out a sigh and rest your head against his chest. “My knees feel weak,” you weakly add, omitting the fact that you also feel like you are still walking in bliss, with your mind still drifting above the clouds and your body still humming with the remnants of pleasure that he had just given you merely moments ago.

Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle as he presses a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back at my place in no time where you can lie down,” he says as he helps you slide into the car.

And yet his words only give little reassurance, when the moment you are both seated in the backseat of the car, a different kind of tension fills the air. It feels a bit more subtle at first, but you can still feel it engulfing you—his warmth that feels like a sultry blanket and the way he is sitting so close that you can breathe in his perfume, the scent that becomes more potent when accompanied by the underlying scent of his desire which is still clinging onto him after the last session you had together.

The sensation you are feeling reminds you of that very moment, of the exchange of pleasure you had with him, and also to the words he gave you then, warning you that he has yet to fulfil his thirst for you.

“I still want to cum inside you.”

Another reminder from that last session comes as you scoot closer into his arms, when your bare center brushes against the seat, with nothing else but your thin dress doing so much to protect the most sensitive part of your body. With your panties hidden somewhere inside his pocket, you feel somewhat exposed, even if you and Jungkook are the only ones who have the knowledge of this little secret hidden under your clothes. Your skin is still tender after your multiple climaxes, and your pussy is still hot and sensitive to the touch, causing your body to easily burn with every brush against the seat and tremble with each subtle bump coming from the ride.

Being constantly stimulated by the movements happening within the ride, the short journey heading back to town seems endless. But Jungkook makes it up with his soothing touches. Gentle fingers run down your back, tracing the lines of your spine from over your dress, while he uses his other hand to play with your fingers—pulling them, pressing against them, then bringing them up to his lips where he can press gentle kisses on each tip.

Despite his gentleness, each touch he is giving you only sparks something inside you which quickly rises from your core, spreading all over the place, and you can feel the desire that was almost ready to lie dormant once again now arousing to wake. You are beginning to feel the same kind of heat you felt while you were still in the club, back when he first touched you with all the public display of lust and sin surrounding you to make you feel so sensitive to his presence.

But as Jungkook continues touching you now, though keeping his fingers on the most innocent parts of your body to avoid giving a free show to the driver, those wanton scenes you saw back in the club are not what you have running inside your head at the moment.

It is him that you see.

The way he was touching you while another scene was unfolding before you. The voice that came out of his lips when he was coaxing you with his sweet, sultry words was he was sending you to high heaven. The way he looked when he was embracing his climax, finally, after helping you gain pleasure more than once during the event.

“We’re here,” he suddenly whispers, just when the heat inside your body starts growing more intense and your breath is growing heavier. You don’t realise that you have your eyes closed until his voice snaps you out of it, and you open your eyes to see that the car is already parked in its intended parking space at your pick-up spot, right where Jungkook had left his own car which will be taking you back to his home.

You can feel Jungkook’s knowing smile when he kisses your temple, as if he can read you, and that he knows exactly where your mind has been. “Soon we’ll be all alone,” he whispers, and your heartbeat picks up, as his words are once again sending you into a wayward spiral that you are falling into as he gently takes you out of the car.

The ride taking you back to Jungkook’s apartment turned into a complete blur of motions that you remember almost none of it.

It seems like you merely blinked, and all of a sudden, you were being pulled into his home in such haste, showing you that you had not been the only one holding back and fighting against the urge to touch each other. And here you are now, being pressed between his hard body and the wall of his living room, being kept confined where he can freely touch you as he could no longer keep his hands off of you anymore.

Still, even as he is gentle with his caresses, as he traces his hands down the curves of your body, your senses are so high alerted that you are somewhat aware of Jungkook’s true emotions. Beyond the myriad of sensations he is making you feel through his touch, you can tell that Jungkook is still refraining himself and there is still more that he wants to give you. There is tension in his touch, but there is also anticipation. And it is a feeling that you share with him, one that he so obviously recognises when he is looking deeply into your eyes.

Jungkook lowers his face, his lips hovering close to yours but not enough to touch as if he is deliberately teasing you. The anticipation that you feel for his next move grows stronger and you almost believe that you are shaking under his touch, and you begin to wonder how long you would be able to hold on.

Knowing what he had learned tonight—recalling the way he adored the reactions you were giving him all night long—you know damn well that he is doing all of this on purpose. Only so he can enjoy making you squirm and watch how well you respond to him, until you can take no more of the wait and become needy and just as wanton as you have been with your reservations lifted and tossed away.

You inhale a shaky breath as your body trembles. Feeling the need to touch him and to feel his warmth, you cannot help but lean closer to him, just enough until you are brushing against him. Chest to chest, with your restricting clothes getting in between that you almost cry desperately for them to disappear.

Even in his rush to get into his home where he could get you all to himself, Jungkook has somehow managed to discard his suit and unbutton the top half of his shirt when he first pushed you against his wall. But it’s still not enough, as you are yearning to feel the touch of his skin on yours. This feeling of need grows so intense within you that you can no longer hold back, as you reach out your hands to the front of his shirt and tightly clench on it. You can feel the fabric getting crumpled between your fists, and you can only do so much to hold back from tearing it completely apart.

Jungkook glances down, watching this through the corner of his eyes with amusement before he grins. There is no doubt that he can tell where your mind is running towards, so he distracts you from it, as he tilts his head and leans just a bit closer, just enough for you to feel the ghost of his kisses tracing your lips.

“Jungkook—” you call him with an airy whisper, suddenly feeling like you won’t be able to breathe, overwhelmed by the heady sensation he is bringing out of your body.

“Yes?” he whispers against your lips, and you can almost feel his smile when he asks you, “What is it, baby?”

“Please, I need—”

“Hmmm?” he whispers again when you stop with a soft whimper. A small grin grows on his face as he seems to be enjoying the way your words are clearly failing you.

“Please—”

“What do you need, baby?” he asks again, with his teasing voice sounding so deep you can feel his entire chest rumbling as he speaks. The way his warm breath falls on your lips feels like a taunt, when he is offering you a kiss without actually giving it to you.

“Kiss me, Jungkook. Please,” you finally beg him when you cannot take it anymore, while his wicked grin shows you that this is exactly what he has been expecting to hear.

“It would be my pleasure,” Jungkook whispers as he finally leans in, pressing his lips on yours.

And he is not taking it gently, nor slowly, just as you had expected he would. In his kiss, Jungkook pours every drop of his needs, allowing you to feel every bit of desire that he currently has to finally have you, to take control over you and to devour you whole.

His kiss continues to feel so deep and hot that it is enough to liquify your brain. You think it might have actually done it, when your knees start to buckle beneath you and you can barely feel your toes, and the only thing holding you up is his strong arm which he has wrapped around your waist.

His mouth feels as if it melts together with yours as he presses deeply, his tongue slipping out to taste you as he drinks every gasp, every breathless moan you make, and he groans as you return every stroke, every touch, and every brush he is giving you with that sinful lips, even when your whole body seems to dissolve with each rising heat you feel inside you. And the kiss lingers, growing deeper as Jungkook continues to pour all of his yearnings until you simply fall into his arms when you can no longer hold your own weight.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you,” Jungkook whispers with a soft chuckle as he wraps his arms around you, preventing you from falling. With a gentle kiss pressed on your temple, he lifts you up in his arms, drawing a sharp gasp out of your lips when you are suddenly floating above the ground. “As much as I want to take you right away, I think it would be better if we take this somewhere private.”

You hold on to him with your arms wrapped around his neck. With your bodies pressed together, you can feel his racing heartbeat as he gently carries you towards his bedroom. Somehow, it gives you pleasure to know that he is just as thrilled and possibly as anxious as you are about this moment.

You continue to revel in his embrace, almost nuzzling your face to his neck so you can bask in his warmth that you have been so deprived of when you had to be apart from him while he was driving his car home from the pick-up spot. Soon, you notice the temperature shifting around you. Though it is the faint scent of his perfume wafting in the air which lets you know that he has finally reached his bedroom. Before you can take a look to make sure, Jungkook gently drops you on the center of his bed. Your body bounces slightly as you fall onto the cold mattress, but quickly stops as Jungkook climbs onto the bed, the foot of the bed dipping under his weight.

Instead of joining you right away, he chooses to slowly crawl towards you with a deep, dark gaze in his eyes that are locked on your face, like a predator ready to devour its prey. Tension immediately starts rising in the room as you lay helpless beneath him, yet he stops just as he reaches your hips. Planting his hands on the bed, right on either side of your body, Jungkook lifts himself up and teasingly whispers to you, “Hi there, beautiful.”

Laughing softly, you answer him, “Hello to you too.”

“Let me just enjoy this view right here for a second,” he says as he takes one of your hands, kissing the back of the hand first before laying another one on your wrist. “I just want to look at you, lying on my bed, waiting for me to do anything I want to do with you.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” you whisper, trying not to show how much you are getting affected by his touch.

His chest rumbles as he makes a sound that comes out similarly to a growl. “Damn right, it is. Seeing you here with me, just like this, it does wonders to my head that I can’t possibly think straight.” Jungkook releases your hand and looks down, trailing his gaze down your body. “Although—” he adds with a lowered voice, and his gaze comes back up to find yours, his hands reaching up as he glides them up the sides of your thighs until he comes to the hem of your dress. “Things can be just a little bit better.”

You can already guess what he is about to ask you, seeing it through his gaze and his naughty fingers that keep on climbing up and pulling at the side of your dress. But you choose to not say a thing, wanting to hear the words coming out of him. And you get more than what you are asking for when he pulls away, propping himself up on his strong arms as he looks deeply into your eyes, ordering you with a soft voice that holds an unfamiliar sharpness when he says to you, “Take this dress off. Strip for me.”

You say nothing in return, and push yourself up to rise in a sitting position while he watches every move you are making. Biting your lips, you reach down and grab the hem of your dress. With your eyes on him, you start pulling the dress up, struggling a little as you slide them up your hips, and continue to go slowly as you slip it over your head. Tossing the dress away, your eyes find his, noticing the way he is taking you in, as he runs his gaze down your body and stops right at your bare core. You have no idea what is running through his mind as he licks his lips, but by the moment he runs his gaze back up again, you reach back and unclasp your bra, peeling the last item of clothing you still have to cover your skin.

While Jungkook takes his time to drink the sight of your bareness in, your eyes find his chest and you reach down to his torso, tracing your fingers on the exposed skin of his chest which is showing through the part where his shirt has been left unbuttoned, drawing a quick, sharp inhale of breath from him as you gently touch him.

“I want this gone too,” you whisper to him as you reach down, finding the rest of the buttons and start pulling them off.

“Let me—” Jungkook says with a strained voice, as he gently pulls your hand away and takes over. Even under the dim lighting, you take notice of the subtle tremble on his fingers when he begins loosening the rest of his buttons. Then he draws back, only to peel his shirt off of his body in one swift move. He returns to you right after, as he leans closer and gently asks you, “Lay back down for me.”

As if enchanted, you do as he says, immediately feeling exposed as you are lying there, completely bare while he moves over you with his eyes never looking away from you. Your heartbeat is racing, while your body is growing hot as he crawls all the way up until he is hovering on top of you, his warmth enveloping you before he lowers himself, restraining you under his weight. A gasp slips out of your lips the moment your skin touches his, just the way you wanted it to.

“I’m worried that I might not last long. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Jungkook whispers as he captures your lips. This time, he goes slower, showing you yet again that he is doing his best to hold himself back, still keeping his promise to follow your pace.

“Better tone down your expectation, mister. You might get disappointed,” you say to him. Your voice comes so softly, almost like a whisper, as he nuzzles his face on your neck, teasing you with soft kisses and with his gentle breath falling on your skin.

“You won’t disappoint me. I just know it,” he whispers against your skin, his lips still tracing the column of your throat while his fingers come trailing down your ribs. He continues teasing you with his touches that remain gentle yet electrifying at the same time, almost drowning the words that you want to say to him.

You force yourself to keep your eyes open as he begins kissing his way down, moving between your breasts to your ribs, tracing the path that his fingers had taken. The front of his pants brushes against your hips as he slides lower, reminding you that he still has something else to do before you can continue.

“Well, I’m disappointed that you are still wearing your pants.”

Jungkook laughs and raises his head to look at you. “What if I give you the honour of rectifying that?”

“I’m not going to say no to that,” you tease him, smiling when he starts moving like an obedient puppy, moving back and burying his knees on either side of your body, presenting himself to you.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you take a good look at him. Bare-chested, with his pants barely hanging over his hips, Jungkook appears to you like a sin, handcrafted by the gods just to tempt you.

Just as he reaches down to unbuckle his pants, you stop him from doing more by capturing his wrists. The move quite obviously surprises him, and he halts, looking up at your face with his curiosity written on his face. Giving him a smile, you gently push him aside. Unprepared to handle your weight or to have you taking over, Jungkook easily falls over, and you roll your bodies until he is the one lying on his back as you straddle his hips.

His eyes grow wide in his shock. For a moment, you begin to feel your confidence wavering, only to grow back stronger when the look in his eyes grows sharper and deeper, suddenly filled with a clear desire that arouses the pulsing need forming from the depth of your core. The cold breeze passing in the room allows you to feel the wetness forming right between your legs. Sure enough, as you lower yourself to rest on his lower torso, you create an instant mess, as every drop of your arousal smears on his skin. Instead of feeling any bit of shame for it, you relish the electrifying feeling that overcomes you the moment your hot center comes in contact with his skin. Jungkook’s hands immediately come up to your thighs, gripping on them gently to keep you steady, while keeping himself from touching you further.

As if he is giving you a chance to take control.

“Is this okay?” you whisper to him, trying to gauge his reaction to see if you are making the right move, and his smile only grows wider.

“Do you hear me complaining?” he questions you as he runs his gaze down your body and licks his lips. Keeping a gentle hold on your thighs, his thumbs begin to move in circular motions on your skin, giving you a gentle caress while he seems to be thinking deeply. He has a determined look when he looks up again, before suddenly inquiring you with a firm tone that leaves no room for any argument, “Touch yourself for me. Make yourself even more wet for me, baby.”

His words draw a gasp out of you, though you probably shouldn’t be surprised to hear his request. After sharing all of those intimate moments with him where you both indulged in carnal pleasure without the club’s intervention, this would always be something that he craves from you. It has become something that you would always be so willingly do for him, as you have found pleasure in sharing your desire with him. Just as much as how he loves exposing his own secret desires with you.

But tonight is different. There is something in the way he is commanding you while being under your restraints that gets you feeling hot, even more than how he would usually make you feel, making it so easy for you to do as he says.

Spreading your legs to give him a better view, you lean back just enough so you can reach down, slipping your hand to where the source of heat rushing through your body has been building so intensely. But you don’t start anything, not before you whisper to him in a low, sultry voice, “Yes, Sir.”

The look in his eyes, when he hears you say those words to him, gives you a new kind of thrill. It is almost as if you can feel the burning desire he is feeling through his gaze alone. And that fire in his eyes intensifies when you finally touch yourself, when the tips of your fingers come in touch with your nether lips, meeting the tender skin that has been covered with your flooding arousal. An exhilarating tremble immediately rushes through your body when you slip your fingers between your folds, touching the source of the throbbing heat, and you react with a soft, yet strained cry, while your hips rock forward, meeting your fingers to quench that burning need erupting from the depth of your core.

—Jungkook—

My hands tighten a little on her thighs when the urge to touch her grows stronger. It is becoming harder and harder to hold myself back, and she is not making it any easier when she looks so sinful, yet delectable at the same time, that I feel like drinking her in until I have every last drop of her essence.

But stealing her spotlight would be the last thing I would ever want to do, and seeing her like this, as she presents herself to me while she is letting herself go, and with her eyes that are not only showing her desire but also her full trust that she has for me, it gives me a different kind of pleasure. It makes me feel a sense of pride. The kind of pride that feels so intoxicating and has been turning me into a greedy man.

Because all I can think about lately is how to finally make her mine. A thought that I have tried to push back over and over again, and yet it has been growing stronger as of lately.

And I am done trying to fight or deny it any longer.

“Do you like what you are seeing?” she questions me with an airy voice, and she is quite obviously holding back a moan that is forming from inside her throat when her body reacts to her own touches, no matter how much she is trying to hide it.

“Yes, absolutely,” I answer her, not entirely surprised to find myself turning breathless as I have the perfect view of her straddling over me while being completely bare, and with her hand between her legs, her fingers rubbing gently on her sweet pussy that I crave to touch the most. “I always love it when you show me what you like, or what you want me to do to you.”

“Umm—yes, I really do want you to touch me, Jungkook. Just like this,” she says, while her hand keeps me fixated on her wet pussy. I am unable to look away as she rubs her fingers in circles around her clit. I can feel it when she trembles to her own touches, her thighs quivering under my palms with each stroke she is giving herself, and I can see things clearly from this angle as she spreads her slickness all over her folds. Propping herself on her other hand, she leans back, then her fingers disappear, using her own arousal to slide between her nether lips, dipping into her hot pussy. “Oh, God—”

I let her continue, as she begins sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy, those delicate digits of hers keep getting wetter each time she pulls them out and I bite my lips when I can imagine how she would taste on my tongue. Thinking about licking and drinking her essence burns me from the inside. Before I realise it, my hands are gripping her tighter, and my hips start rocking on their own, almost pushing her off of me as I rub against her.

The move surprises her and she opens her eyes with a gasp. Feeling me rubbing on her body, she giggles softly and smiles sweetly at me. “Oh, dear. I almost forgot that I had an important job to do.”

Slowly, she pulls her fingers out of her pussy, taking them into her lips where she sucks them clean, moaning at her own taste just to tease me. Then she begins to move. Crawling down, she positions herself to straddle my thighs, teasing me a bit more by dragging her fingers down my torso until she reaches the waistband of my pants and gives it a tug. She expertly unbuckles my belt and loosens the button, always deliberately brushing the tips of her fingers on my skin while she is slowly stripping me down.

Each touch she gives me feels electrifying, when my body has been burning hot since the moment she came on top of me and gave me her sinful performance to entice me and arouse the desire that I have for her.

“You’re torturing me,” I groan gently when she once again slides her fingers under my waistband instead of continuing her work, and my complaints only bring a smile to her face.

“Just giving back what you gave me earlier,” she says, as she finally stops with her teasing. “Now, stop complaining. You’re ruining my little show.”

She reaches for my fly and I rest my hands to my side to let her unzip me. There is something hot about letting her take control, while at the same time, I am giving her a chance to lead things the way she wants this to go. She keeps her eyes down and I watch how her gaze grows darker when she pushes my pants down, freeing my dick. I gasp when my stiff cock juts out, popping out as she pulls down my boxers before falling heavy on my stomach, with the swollen tip smearing pre-cum on my skin.

“Ah—fuck,” a gasp escapes me as she reaches down, gently taking the length of my cock in her hand.

“Still okay?” she asks me, and I almost miss it when her voice comes so soft, sounding almost just as breathless as I am right now. And I know that I am not only reacting to her touch, when it is the way she keeps asking me and watching me closely to know what I am feeling, making sure that I find pleasure in her touch, the same way I always try my best to do the same when it comes to her.

It seems as if we are both learning from each other how to give one another the ultimate pleasure while keeping each other feel safe and comfortable, and we are both moving at the same pace to get there.

“Yes,” I answer her with a long, deep sigh. “This is definitely okay.”

I hear her giggling softly, then she begins to gently move her hand, stroking me with the most tender touch and taking her time with it. “Do you want me to stop?” she asks, and I almost grab her hand to stop her before she would let me go, but I stop myself when she asks again, “Or do you want me to do this faster?”

I look up to her face just then and my heart seems to beat slightly faster. My body grows surprisingly hot, both by her touch, the gentle strokes she is giving me that she still keeps lightly as she waits for my response, and the words she said. Then there is also that look in her eyes—the curiosity that is being suppressed under her wanton need, yet becomes the one that is affecting me the most.

I never knew just how much her curiosity could be a massive turn-on, until tonight, when I finally start realising this. I felt it for the first time tonight while we were engaged in the club’s event, when the looks she kept showing me only pushed me to dive deeper into the experience, even to help me decide to get directly involved together with her.

And now that she is showing her interest and curiosity in every single thing she does with me, I am feeling it all over again. She keeps driving me crazy whenever she asks me about this stuff, when she wonders about what I am most interested in and seems willing to try it with me to see if it works for her as well. It makes me want to give something back in return, to be able to figure out what she wants and needs, and to please her as much as she does her best to do the same for me.

I raise my hands, sliding them up her bare thighs to find her waist and hold her there. “Start slowly. Do it gently, with light pressure but keep your grip firm around the width,” I whisper to her, groaning when she immediately does what I am telling her, giving me a slow and gentle stroke that sends an instant rush of pleasure from the back of my spine.

“Yes, just like that, baby. That’s perfect. You’re perfect,” I keep telling her, while gasping at the heady sensation that keeps surging inside me as she keeps going, when she becomes more confident with her strokes and I feel the pleasure growing steadily inside me. “Now, start moving a bit faster. Not too fast, baby. Don’t rush it—” My words are immediately cut off when she slowly increases her pace, and the pleasure I am feeling from the work of her hand shoots up through the roof. “Fuck, baby. That feels so—”

My voice breaks out to a moan, when keeping a steady pace with the strokes she is giving me, she suddenly moves her other hand and begins touching me down below, her fingers playing with my testicles with light touches that are still enough to make me grow tight and hard, and I suddenly feel like I am ready to erupt into pieces in her hands.

I was telling her the truth when I admitted my fear about not being able to last as long as either of us would have liked it to, and I am already feeling it happening as I predicted. When she increases her pace with her strokes, her grip grows more firm yet not enough to hurt, and her dainty fingers are pressing against my rising pulse. I can feel it building, the subtle wave of my climax fluttering right down below, and my muscles are straining, so tightly, so close—

Not yet.

Snapping myself out of it on the very last second before I would explode and soil her hands too soon, I catch her by the wrists, stopping her before she gets too far and I find myself falling over the edge. Her eyes grow wide as she looks at me questioningly, just for a brief moment, before a knowing look comes to her face and she grins. I figure out exactly right then that she was playing a dangerous game, knowing how easily I could fall apart in her hands.

The naughty vixen.

“Still trying to give back all the teasing?” I question her while I try my best to catch my breath and calm myself down, hoping that this short period of reprieve would be able to help me recover my composure and take control of my own body. Her smile widens, and instead of pulling her hands away from my grip, she leans closer, her body bends towards me until I can feel the warmth of her exposed center hovering close to my erection.

“Oops—you caught me,” she teases, and that response is enough to urge me to take back control.

With a gentle hold on her hands, I pull her slightly towards me, drawing a surprised yelp out of her sweet lips. Once she loses her balance, I flip us both over, pinning her once again under my weight.

The move briefly presses our bodies together so that my cock throbs against her stomach, and I can feel her heartbeat as my chest comes in contact with hers. Keeping my hands on her wrists, I hold them back down against the mattress, inevitably restraining her with her arms wide open, giving me the perfect view of her bare breasts. Those soft mounds tremble together with the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes heavily, both because of the shock and for having me so close, hovering on top of her.

I feel like I am getting drunk at the sight of her, yet I still cannot get enough. The need to devour her comes to me so strongly that I cannot stop myself, as I lower down to capture her lips, with her hands being held up on either side of her head, leaving her helpless as I drink her taste, her breath, and the sound of her soft moans that are starting to escape her while her body gently rocks beneath me, taken over by her hunger as she rubs her wet pussy against my hard, intensely throbbing cock.

—You—

The tight grip he has on your wrists should make you feel uncomfortable, or even feel pain. Yet instead of feeling intimidated, the vulnerability you feel under his control only makes you grow hotter. Then you feel the flame inside you being ignited with his hot kiss. The hunger you have been feeling heightens from the way he is devouring you, when he is no longer holding back with his kiss, and from the way his hot body is pressing you down into the bed.

Delirious with the increasing sensation you are experiencing, your body starts moving on its own. You don’t realise it at first when you are rocking beneath him, rubbing your hot pussy along the length of his cock that feels so heavy against you, until your body starts quivering with the familiar build-up of orgasm that comes from the depth of your core.

Just when you are ready to plunge right into it, to embrace the pleasuring bliss, Jungkook hears you moaning into the kiss and feels you faltering beneath him, and he suddenly pulls back. He releases you from the kiss first, then as he pulls away completely, denying your release, then his hands move away from your wrists to hold down your rocking hips.

“Not yet, baby. Don’t think I have no idea what you’re trying to do just now,” he whispers with a soft chuckle, drawing a desperate groan from you.

“Jungkook, please—”

Shaking his head, Jungkook tuts and feigns a look of disappointment before saying to you, “That’s what you get for teasing me. Don’t you think you deserve a little punishment after what you tried to do with me earlier?”

Hearing his words, you let out a desperate moan. With his hands holding you down, there is nothing that could relieve you from the intense pulsing happening between your legs, so you grab hold of the sheets beneath you in a way to keep yourself still and gain back your composure. You can still feel the ghost of his tight grip on your wrists, and to your surprise, it almost feels as if he is still tying you down with no chance to defy him.

“I’m sorry. I was just playing, I promise. Please, touch me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook leans back, enjoying the sight of your helpless self as you are begging for him to give you the release that you desire the most. Having been so close to reaching it, with your body still sensitive that it didn’t take much for your orgasm to make its presence known, you feel a deep yearning to embrace it. It would have been so close for you to reach it, only to feel it waning before it gets unleashed. It is now making you feel the kind of need and desperation that you have never felt before.

You wonder if this is what that masked woman you saw back at the club felt when her partner kept putting her on the edge, denying her pleasure over and over again until she was hanging desperately on the precipice of her climax. It feels euphoric, this kind of need and the way your body is growing even more sensitive, as if any touch he gives you will cause you to erupt.

Just like what you had intended to do with him earlier.

All this push and pull, the giving and taking back control, are driving your mind to spin. It gives you a new thrill, as you expect him to tease you a bit further before giving you what you want. But you have no idea how much longer you can take this.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Jungkook questions you, knowing what you are asking of him. He has his fingers rubbing gentle circles on your hips, his thumbs crawling closer and closer towards your center that you are struggling to hold back from pushing upward, just so he could touch you there.

“Please, Jungkook. I beg you.”

“Tell me what you want. Use your words,” he challenges you, doing his role as he leads you towards this new experience and you bite your lips, trying your best not to cry out when you finally beg him with a soft voice,

“Please, Sir. I need to cum.”

The words that take a lot out of you seem to do the work. Just like a spell, you are feeling for the first time the beauty of submitting yourself to him and to your desire the moment you said those words, while you can see it in his eyes how hearing your plea snaps something inside him.

Suddenly, his hands are everywhere, going to all places he could reach. He slides them up from your waist, touching the mounds of your breasts with his kind and tender caress, before he starts kneading, pressing and rolling his palms on your tender skin. Then, as your chest rises to his touch, he moves his fingers to the peak of your breasts and starts tweaking your nipples, playing with them for a brief longer before he comes down, stroking your abdomen and palming his way back down your hips. He then continues by sliding his hands down to find your bottom, cupping them with his palms before he moves them lower. His fingers come between your legs, and he starts caressing the slickness that he finds pooling out of your pulsing pussy.

“I want to taste you,” he whispers, his words barely reaching you between the sounds of your soft gasps and breathless moans, once again getting drunk and high from his gentle touches. “It was a bit unfair that you didn’t give me a single taste when you touched yourself earlier.”

Moving back up, he tends to your breasts, moving in slow and lazy gestures as if he has all the time in the world regardless of how impatient he sounded. His mouth captures your left nipple, tongue circling tenderly around the soft, hardening nub, while his fingers are pinching the right one, tightly enough to draw a gasp out of you.

“I love the way you are responding to me,” he says in a hoarse whisper, his mouth still hovering on your tender nipple that his hot breath feels arousing as it falls over your damp skin. “If only you have any idea how much your reactions keep driving me crazy. The sound of your soft moans coming out of the back of your throat, the gasps you give me, knowing that I’m the one making it happen, those are the things that haunted me after we first met. I wanted to be greedy, so I could be the only one to bring it out of you, to hear it coming from you again and again.”

Even with the string of electrifying pleasure coming through your body, his words manage to reach you. Instead of taking your focus away from the sinful delights he is giving you, they seem to work like an enchantment. As the more he is admitting the carnal passion that he has for you, he keeps bringing the same emotions from within you, as you share all the same desires and needs whenever you are together with him.

“And now, seeing how you always react to my touch, the way you arch your body and press yourself against me like you want more,” —he stops with a groan, as if voicing his dark thoughts out loud is affecting him just as much as it is affecting you, “—that sure makes me feel like I want to be greedy even more, to make sure that I’ll be the one to see it happen, to make it happen—”

His teeth clamp down on your nipple as his fingers delve deep between your legs, right where you have been so hot and ready for him, and right where the pulsing need has been calling for him. His action draws a low moan through your lips that breaks out into a cry, while your body arches upward. Your hips rise to take in his fingers penetrating inside you and the ripples of bliss that comes rising, and your pussy immediately pulsing around his fingers as he dives in.

Feeling the way your pussy is reacting to him, Jungkook lets out a low groan before continuing, “—and I will always be so fucking grateful that you are giving me a chance to experience all of this with you.”

“I should be the one—oh, God!” Your words break out into a gasp when Jungkook pushes his fingers deeper all of a sudden just as you are trying to speak. You take a couple of more breaths, riding through the rush of pleasure that he is giving you before you try again, “I should be the one to feel grateful that you chose me. That you even came to the club at all.”

A teasing grin shows on his face when he hears this. “Because I rocked your world?”

His words make you laugh before you can stop yourself. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“I’m ready to rock your world even more tonight,” he says, as he continues stroking his fingers in and out of you, pressing harder against your pulse and reaching deeper until you are lifting your hips again, just a tad bit higher, when the waves of pleasure are becoming more than what you can handle. “I want to be the only one who can do it to you.”

The possessiveness in his words should be bothering you. It would have been if you have heard him say something like this months ago, before you ever knew just how good everything would be when you are with him. But now, as he is saying all these things while he is stirring up all the sensations now rising in your body, you only feel your body burning hotter, the pleasure taking over you even stronger than before.

While you are lost in your drunken bliss, Jungkook continues to crawl his way down, kissing your skin as he comes closer to the source of your heat, all while keeping his fingers busy, as they continue sliding in and out of you. He keeps his pace steady while his kisses are moving so tantalisingly slow towards your core.

Anticipation builds, and as your body continues riding the exhilarating feeling igniting within you, your hips moving and rocking to meet the thrusts of his fingers, the pleasure keeps growing more intense that you almost find it hard to breathe.

“I want to be the only one to taste you like this,” his words come as a warning, before his mouth descends onto your pulsing center. For only a split second, your body ceases every movement, growing tense as you prepare for contact. But none of it matters, because the moment his mouth comes to your nether lips with a heated kiss, your entire body erupts with sparks going myriad of places from within your body.

Your body jolts upward in response, yet Jungkook refuses to let you escape his grip. With one hand clutching around your thigh, he holds you down, keeping you steady where you are as he continues with his ministrations. The thrusts of his fingers continue on, while his mouth continues to devour you, drinking you in, with his tongue slipping out and lapping at your sweet release.

“Jungkook—”

“You wanted this, didn’t you, baby? Come on. Cum for me and let me have a taste,” he whispers against your nether lips. Before you can process his words, his mouth returns to you, giving you a deep kiss right at your wet entrance then sliding up, as he clamps his sinful mouth around your throbbing clit, giving it a hard suck while his fingers press against your sweet spot, and you immediately erupt, with a massive wave of your climax engulfing you from within that the only thing you can do is to embrace it with a loud cry.

Oh, dear God and everything that is holy…

Your entire body ceases as you come harder than you have ever been in your entire life with his fingers buried deep inside you, still rolling against your pulsing climax, and his mouth still attached to your clit. He keeps sucking at your tender nub, not giving you a chance to rest, making this intense orgasm feel endless. Yet he doesn’t stop there. Just when you think you are already floating on the height of pleasure, Jungkook brushes his teeth on your clit and bite.

Pain strikes you immediately, yet it mixes together with the pleasure that is still running through your body. With your pussy and your tender muscle still throbbing with the spasms of your release, you feel another wave of orgasm swallowing you whole. There really is nowhere else left for you to go but upward, over the precipice of your climax which seems to take forever to go down from.

For a brief moment, you feel nothing, hear nothing, as if you are sent into another dimension with how intense this sinful bliss feels. You barely notice him pulling his mouth away, as he leaves behind the throbbing pain that he caused and the pleasure that remains pulsing. This tranquil moment lasts for a while until your climax starts waning down and your senses begin to grow clearer. Once you start feeling things again beyond the remaining ripples of your orgasm, instead of his wicked mouth and the scandalous bite he gave you, you feel his gentle tongue on your throbbing pussy—licking and drinking your release while he soothes you from the throbbing pain you are still feeling on your swollen nub. And instead of a series of hard and relentless strokes, his fingers are slowly easing their way inside you, slowing down their pace as he is coming to a halt.

With his gentleness, Jungkook helps you come down from high. The remnants of your orgasm take a while to wane, but you are slowly taken back from whatever state you had been sent into in the height of your carnal pleasure, until you feel your body relaxing, easing down from the quivering mess that you might have turned into, and you slowly let everything go with a content sigh.

Noticing that you are coming back to the present and you are recovering from your orgasm, Jungkook withdraws from you completely, wearing a satisfied look on his face as he wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand. Without his touch, you instantly feel—empty. But you have nothing to complain about when he crawls back on top of you, once again covering you with the entire length of his body as he gives you a tender kiss on your lips.

When he pulls away, any hope you ever had for getting a chance to catch a little break completely vanishes, as he looks at you with pure admiration and desire in his eyes, letting you read his thoughts before he says a thing. And it doesn’t take long before you find just how right you are, when he whispers to you with a wicked grin showing on his gorgeous face,

“You know that I’m not done with you yet, don’t you?”

—Jungkook—

The look she is giving me right after I said those words is absolutely priceless.

Thankfully, instead of seeing fear in her eyes after what I am insinuating, when she understands the subtle promise I am giving her, I see a flicker of her lust coming back alive. I can clearly see a hint of underlying fatigue in her eyes, so I figured that her body may have grown a bit too sensitive after her climax and after quite the long night we had. That was why I gave her a chance to call the shots. If she had chosen to take things slow, then I would have easily agreed and given her a chance to rest until we would both be ready for more.

Yet, just as the look of lust she is giving me grows clearer, she raises her arms and wraps them around my neck, keeping me pressed to her. With the gentle, yet firm grip she has around me, it feels like she has no intention of letting me go. Then she lifts up a bit to kiss the tip of my nose, her hips rocking gently beneath me when she lies back down, letting me know her intention before she says it out loud.

“I’m also not done with you yet…Sir.”

There is a sense of dark humour in the tone of her voice, but the way her eyes are looking at me shows things differently, and it stirs something in my chest, making it feel like there is something burning inside me like a flame. I kiss her lips again while moving my hands down her body. Caressing the tender skin of her breasts, I take my time to feel their weight, to rub the plumped nipples that have grown hard for me, and feel the way her body shivers under my touch. She sucks a deep breath when I play with her sensitive nubs for a little while—fondling them with my palms, then rubbing around them and pinching at them with my fingers. Then I continue to go lower, feeling her warm skin as I slide my hands down her waist, to her hips, reaching down to her thighs where I hold her with a gentle grip. I gently pull her thighs apart, giving me the space that I need to settle down against the center of her heat.

I can feel my cock throbbing between us the moment it finds her wet folds, pressing against the mess that was created when I sent her shaking in her climax. As I gently rub against her, I can almost feel her pulse, as if her pussy is reacting to my cock and anticipating to have me buried inside her. But I will not start anything until she is ready. Until the tension that I can sense holding her back on her upper torso is fading, so she can find only pleasure once I begin making love to her to my heart's extent.

That is, if I still have enough willpower to take things slowly. Because God knows how easy she would always be able to push me to the limits and beyond with her staying close by my side so we could dive into everything together. As if we are free falling into this sinful experience at the same time.

Despite my intention of following her pace, my body moves at its own will, as my hips continue rocking over her, rubbing my cock against her pussy over and over again. The thrill that runs through my body feels intoxicating that I cannot stop. My fingers sink into her skin when I am beginning to lose myself, and then I feel her fingers sliding between the strands of my hair, pulling my head towards her so she can initiate another kiss. The moment our mouths come together, she begins moving her body, finally giving in to the rush that she must be feeling now that the tension in her body is long gone.

As our kiss deepens, and the rocking of our hips and the grinding of my erection over her heat grows more intense, she runs her fingers down my back, pressing me into her more. A shudder comes over her that causes her to pull away and take a deep breath, then she looks up at me, smiling at me before she whispers to me breathlessly, “Jungkook, I think”—she pants a little and tries her best to speak without losing her breath, ”I’m ready. I want you now. Please—”

Hearing her plea, I grind against her a few more times, causing our bodies to shiver while the sounds of her gasps and moans melt together when she takes it all in. Then I gather all my willpower to lift myself up and peel my body off of her, only so we can continue to the next step. I look down at her just then, admiring the way she looks beneath me with her chest heaving, her lips swollen from our continuous kisses, and her beautiful eyes glistening with dark passion.

A passion that she has only for me.

With one hand holding her thigh, I look down between us and reach down to wrap my hand around my cock. I give myself a few gentle strokes, feeling her warm arousal already coating my length perfectly, then I guide the tip of my cock towards her waiting pussy. I feel the flutter coming from her pussy as I start pressing against her opening, sliding the tip in with the sound of her gasp echoing around me, and she trembles harder as I start pushing my way in, getting a few more inches in when she shakes and pulses around me, causing me to fall over her when I can feel every pulse and every vibration that she is experiencing. The sensation that is going through her is spreading through my body, which is beginning to show the same reaction.

“Oh, fuck—” I cry out when I can barely catch myself before I would collapse on her with my full weight pressing her down. The way her body is responding to me feels amazing. I know instantly right at that moment that I would never get enough of this. A part of me is counting my blessings for the long wait that makes this moment even more special, yet another part of me is cursing at my decision to wait this long before I get to feel this kind of heaven.

Overwhelmed by the emotions rushing through me, I find it hard to pull away from her. All I can do is bury my face in the nape of her neck, where I can savour the taste of her skin with the thin coat of her sweat covering her. I can also hear her heartbeat, the one thing that makes me believe that this is all real, that she has me wrapped in her arms while the head of my cock is wrapped between her hot walls.

“Baby—” I whisper against her skin. I feel her shivering beneath me, yet the only thing I can do next is to call her name like an enchantment, “_______.”

I start showering her with a few kisses, starting from her neck, to her face, then on her lips. Her body seems to melt against me just then, though it does seem that my voice has also worked like a spell on her, as she suddenly takes action first when she realises I am stalling.

Kissing me back on the lips, she tightens her arms around me, locking me to her body. She lifts her legs then, wrapping them around my hips and pulling my lower region into her. The move draws me even closer, my cock pulses as it slides a bit deeper inside her, causing us both to gasp as it sends an instant rush through our bodies that feel maddening that I almost combust right there and then.

Luckily, she is there with me. With the deep look in her eyes and the touch of her fingers on my skin, I hold myself together, allowing this rush of pleasure to ride out before the two of us would begin to move again, in unison this time, as we start chasing for our ultimate high. Together.

—You—

You have known his size from the many times you caught sight of him and touched him, and have pictured how good he would feel inside you. But reality has always been better than your imagination. None of what you have dreamed of ever comes close to this.

The sound that you make is otherworldly as he pushes into you with one smooth stroke, stretching you to the point of pain. Yet it is the most exquisite pain that you have ever experienced, and you welcome the ripples of pleasure that are rising with each pulse of discomfort which is slowly diminishing when the glorious, yet sinful delight starts to take over.

With a soft moan slipping out of your lips, you open your eyes, looking at Jungkook’s face. He has his eyes closed and his forehead lowers to yours as he keeps himself buried inside you. But it is the relief on his face that catches your eyes, when it looks so profound that it starts making you feel things.

Some certain unfamiliar things that are slowly growing inside your chest.

For the longest time, neither of you make a move. Not even when you feel the itch to reach up and touch his face, or maybe pull him back into your arms. You simply lie there, existing together, relishing this moment as your bodies are finally joined together for the first time, to feel his entire heat coursing against your body, and to feel his heartbeat pacing steadily together with yours.

Jungkook moves slightly, burying his face on the nape of your neck where he takes a deep inhale of breath before releasing it with a sigh just as he presses his lips on your skin, feeling you, tasting you, while his hands roam back up to your waist with a gentle hold.

“Baby—” he whispers against your skin, sending shivers all over your body that only escalates the delightful pulses you feel materialising inside your core. “_______,” he says your name with a sigh and starts kissing your neck, your chin, moving up to your face before finding your lips.

Hearing him whispering your name softly while pressing his lips on yours does something to your lower region, where your muscles seem to constrict around him tighter and the pulses of pleasure are quickly replacing any of the discomfort that you initially felt. Once the ache and pain are gone completely, the need for him to take you and fuck you until you are losing your mind becomes stronger. The desire has been there, brewing and lingering ever since you felt its first pulse back at the club. And now it is becoming definite, and you are sure that it wouldn’t go away so easily until your needs are sated.

You try to push up, to move your hips so you can get him moving. Anything to have some friction and to relieve you from your need. But it isn’t until you wrap your legs around his hips when he is finally encouraged to continue.

He slides deeper into you, and your hips rise on their own over the bed when he is all to make you feel like you are to fall apart with only one firm thrust. It almost feels like you are about to come to another climax, because the feeling he gives you is so intense. Not only with the pleasure he is bringing out of you, but the flutter in your chest that keeps coming up, joining each pulse you feel rising from where the two of you are joined together.

Jungkook runs his hands down your thighs, finding your bare bottom which he cups with his palms, caressing you there as he moves again, taking it slow when he pulls out, only to return with a firm and quick thrust when he pushes his way back in. Each thrust he gives causes ripple after ripple of pleasure, allowing him to reach deeper and deeper, only to stop before he gets to the deepest when his body begins to tremble against your body.

You don’t realise at first what might be causing this, until you feel resistance coming from within, when your walls are grappling around him so tightly that he can barely move. There is no pain within you, nor discomfort, but the flutter which you recognise not as your own as it appears inside you tells you that he is almost at the stage of losing control, and that he is holding himself back—not from his own passion this time, but from ending things too soon. You feel him growing tense while his cock twitches inside you, as he struggles to keep himself from climaxing too soon.

Running your hands down his waist, you help him relax. Whispering his name, you call him back to you. Your fingers press down on his back when he opens his eyes again, so you keep them there, if only to help him regain his composure, even though your touch quickly turns wanton as they sink into his skin when he starts again.

—Jungkook—

Once I am no longer trembling on top of her, I feel her fingers pushing me down, and that is when I begin to move. Pulling out slightly, I make sure that there is no resistance with her body denying me before I carefully start rocking my hips, thrusting firmly into her and stretching her tight pussy walls that are wrapping around my cock so possessively, though they merely flutter around me when I keep pushing my way in.

“Is this okay, baby?” I question her while keeping my eyes on her, making sure that I wouldn’t miss any sign of discomfort coming from her.

“Yess—” she hisses as I slide deeper inside her, taking only a little effort this time to bury my cock completely until I am fully inside her when she has grown so wet and ready for me, and I take the liberty of telling her this, to let her know how good she feels around me.

“God, you’re so wet, baby,” I tell her with a deep groan, and I continue to slowly and steadily thrust into her while her fingers are digging into my biceps. Starting with small increments as I remain in her depth in fear that I would hurt her if I move just a bit too much, giving her body a chance to get more used to my width before I start going faster. “So incredibly hot and wet. Was it our adventure tonight that did this?”

“Yes—oh, God,” she cries out when my repeated thrusts are beginning to affect her so strongly that she trembles beneath me. “I’ve been growing crazy. Oh, fuck—!” She inhales sharply and looks up to me again, her voice softens quite a bit when she adds, “But it’s mostly you. Just you and everything you did to me.” Her words draw my heartbeat to race rapidly inside my chest, while inevitably sending me pushing into her a bit deeper and moving faster when the sense of pride is growing in me because of her words.

Her body jolts in response, her hips rising to meet my thrusts and a shudder comes rushing through her once our bodies are united in the perfect angle. Her pussy walls contract around my cock in an instant, pulsing rapidly and clenching tightly as I continue sliding my cock in and out of her. I can feel the flutter of her climax when I thrust deeply, and how her muscles are grappling my entire length when I pull out. This feeling is familiar, as I felt it before when I gave her pleasure with nothing more but my intruding fingers, when she erupted around my digits and I could only imagine it was my cock that had plunged inside her.

“So sensitive. Are you already so close? That’s pretty quick. I can’t be the one who’s doing this to you,” I tease her a little as I keep thrusting into her, keeping a steady pace instead of rushing it. I want to savour this moment so badly, but she keeps making it hard when both her words and the responses she is giving me continue to bring out the carnal need inside me.

“You sure damn were, and you know it,” she breathlessly tells me, gasping between her words. I can feel the spasms running through her from deep within her core, so I continue pushing against it, drawing more and more of them. “It’s the long wait too. I’ve been picturing this moment for so long.”

“Only me, baby?” I tease her as I slowly pick up the pace, not even once taking my eyes off of her. With each thrust I give her, the harder she trembles, but her eyes are shining brighter with the pleasure she is feeling, coaxing me to keep giving her more. Once my question sinks in on her, she starts laughing softly and shaking her head at me.

“Do you really think I’ve been with anyone else since I met you?” she asks me with a husky voice as she lifts herself and playfully licks my face slowly along the jawline, and fuck if her teasing and confession aren’t turning me on even more.

“Don’t say things like that,” I say to her with a low groan, barely catching myself when all I ever want to do is to start fucking her senselessly. “When you say things like that, it goes right over my head—”

And then I’ll start wanting more.

—is what I am so close to say to her. Though it wouldn’t even be the truth if I ever say them out loud. Not now. Not when I already have been wanting more.

I am getting greedy, and seeing her beneath me, embracing the rush of pleasure that is flowing through her body with the way she arches and squirms with each thrust I give her, that feeling of want becomes bigger, stronger, taking up every part of my mind that I have no more willpower to deny it any longer.

Then what she says next works like a spell, when she looks up straight into my eyes with a smile that gets me so breathless and makes me feel like I am being punched right on my chest, and whispers to me, “Then make love to me, Jungkook. See for yourself that it’s true. Do it harder, faster, until I cum around you so I can show it to you. Please—”

There is no need for her to say more. Something flares wildly inside of me right the moment I hear her words. An urge, a deep hunger that I have never felt before, the need to claim her as mine. The need to feel her—not because I had no trust in her words, but because I want to make sure that she truly has the same feelings as I do.

Moving my grip down to her hips, I lift her lower region slightly from the bed and hold her up to me, positioning ourselves so I can move freely and be able to please her the way I want to. “Hang on tightly to me then, baby. I’m going to make love to you the way no one else ever could.”

I always keep my word, so I mean every word I said in my promise. Keeping a steady hold on her, I push back, giving her a chance to take a breath and be ready for me as I move my hips, rocking and thrusting into her firmly until she starts screaming my name. I can instantly feel her pussy responding to me, pulsing so intensely around my cock while her body shivers violently as our bodies are rocking together as one.

The pleasure keeps building up inside me as well and I am slowly losing it. It feels so heavenly that I almost fall apart. Yet I fight to hold on, denying my own pleasure just so I can show her how deep my hunger for her has truly grown into.

Focusing solely on helping her to reach her climax, I try to find the spot which would have her light up, and then continuously thrust my cock against it. And it doesn’t take long before her cries of pleasure start filling the room, echoing against the walls, while her inner walls are contracting around me like a fist. As she falls over the edge, I too savour the pleasuring bliss that comes engulfing me with a deep groan.

—You—

A deep, guttural moan rips out of his chest as he continues to move, thrusting deep, withdrawing and slamming into you at a rapid pace, over and over again. Then he pulls away, albeit briefly. Without looking away from you, with his eyes hooded heavily with lust, Jungkook hooks his arms under your legs, pulling them up higher so that you are nearly levitating over the bed. Once you feel like you are losing all balance, he carries on with his ministrations, and you can feel him driving further into you in this position, as he keeps going deeper and harder with each thrust of his cock.

You feel like you are floating into a blissful high when he keeps hitting against the spot that sends electrifying sparks all over your body. You can feel it reaching down to the tips of your toes, through your fluttering chest, and up to your muddled brain. Your fingers clench around his toned arms, holding on fiercely as he takes you on a wild ride that has you screaming out his name.

“Jungkook—”

You cry out when the rise of your orgasm hits you like a wave. It comes in an instant, and with your legs lifted up on his arms, you feel powerless against the impact. There is nothing that you can do to stop it when the ripples of your orgasm start flowing around you, and you can only allow yourself to fall into it, to embrace it while he is holding you in his tight grip to stop you from slipping away from him.

“I feel you, baby,” Jungkook groans as you finally come to climax, your walls convulsing around him so intensely which draws the sound of his moans. Though he keeps his pace steady, his strokes remain firm as he continues pumping in and out of you, prolonging the waves of your orgasm to make it last longer. “Let it come, baby. Cum around my cock. Fuck—you feel so good.”

It feels almost impossible to be true, but his words snap something inside you which sends you to another rippling orgasm, when you barely have a chance to come down from the previous one. His strong hands are the only ones holding you as you start thrashing against him, unable to withstand the intense waves of orgasm that keep coming over you with his relentless thrusts.

Jungkook is still rocking his hips, pushing his cock deep inside you with a rapid pace which continues for a while longer until he feels the spasms of your climax waning down to a steady tremor. He only starts slowing down then, though he is yet to stop. With his slow strokes, Jungkook keeps on going, riding your orgasm together with you instead of chasing his own.

You have no idea how he does it, when you almost believed that he was so close to reaching the edge himself. But Jungkook holds on the best he could, staying true to his words—just like he always does—of giving you a chance to embrace pleasure before he would.

Just thinking about him giving away his own need for you makes your heart swell. It brings a sense of pleasure knowing how highly he is thinking of your need. But as you look up at him, seeing the astonished look he is giving you as he is taking pleasure in seeing the expression you are making in your bliss, it doesn’t take you long to notice that there is something else missing. Something that you desire so desperately to see.

You want to see him embrace his pleasure. To see that glorious look he gives you when he is free falling into his release, and to feel the same delight and pride that he must be feeling now, when you become the one to help him find pleasure.

When Jungkook halts all movements, giving you a gentle smile as he slowly lowers your quivering legs back to the bed, you reach up to touch his face to stop him from pulling away. Thinking that you are silently asking for a kiss, Jungkook lowers himself with a soft sigh, pressing his lips on yours while he carefully starts pulling out of you.

But you stop him before he could.

Pressing the heels of your foot onto his hips, you deny him from pulling away from you. When you move beneath him, you can feel the thickness of his girth still filling you up, his cock is still hard with his denied release. There is soreness deep inside you when his girth rubs against your pussy walls, but it takes only a few more rocking of your hips before the discomfort fades and your craving starts regaining its vigour.

What you are craving most right now is to feel him filling you up with his warm release, and to be able to embrace this pleasure together at the same time.

You keep your palms on his cheeks when Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, and his eyes that are still filled with desire seem to grow darker when you whisper to him, “Don’t stop just yet. Now it’s your turn.”

Jungkook says nothing for a brief moment, but then his grin appears right before he answers you with, “Is it now?”

Nodding, you lick your lips and start rocking your hips. Jungkook looks unsure for a moment when he looks down between you. “Are you sure? Will I hurt you?”

You quickly shake your head and move your arms around his neck. “You won’t. I’m a big girl,” you whisper to him, moaning softly when your rocking escalates and his cock is once again sliding in and out of your pussy, except that you are the one riding him from below. “I want to feel you cum inside me. I want to see you”—a gasp interrupts you from speaking when he suddenly moves inside you with a gentle thrust. “I want to see your face when you cum. I always love seeing the look in your eyes when you do.”

Jungkook’s smile grows. “What do you see when that happens?”

“You. I see you,” you answer him, moaning when he continues his thrusts, keeping it slow and gentle, as he gives your body another chance to catch a little break before he would proceed to pound into you once he gives in to his needs again. It is something that you are expecting him to give you, but you also want to enjoy this tender moment, even if for just a while longer. “You always look the most beautiful when you are high with pleasure.”

“Ah—do I?” Jungkook questions you with a soft chuckle, though you can see a hint of his bashfulness when he smile, with his skin turning slightly crimson before he hides it by kissing your lips. “If it pleases you to see it, then”—he whispers between his kisses, ”might as well give you what you are asking for.”

He deepens the kiss, though he quickly pulls away to take a quick breath when he pushes into your depth and both your bodies shudder in unison. He wastes no time to go harder, immediately pounding into you with a force that shakes not only your body, but your entire world. You can tell that he is finally focusing on catching his orgasm instead of focusing solely on you, which is precisely what you want him to do.

You reach down, raking your fingers down his spine to find the dip between his back and his plump bottom and start feeling them with your thumbs. At your touch, he gasps, then his body shudders as you continue to trace down his tight, muscular ass, teasing him with your touch and a light pressure to push him towards you more.

“You like that?”

A sound similar to an astonished chuckle comes out of him. “I just fucking love feeling your hands on me—doesn’t matter where you’re touching me,” he says to you breathlessly as he continues rocking his hips. His cock slides into you deeply until you can feel the force rocking your entire body and up to your chest, and he slowly proceeds to pick up his speed. You playfully rake your nails on his skin, making him shudder once more that his thrusts grow sloppy just for a short while. “And, fuck—I love it when you rake your nails over my ass like that.”

His voice fades into a deep groan when you press his body into you and he goes deeper on the next thrust. This time, you are the one gasping in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of him pressing and thrusting steadily into your depth with his firm strokes. It doesn’t take long before you can feel him twitching inside you. The familiar feeling of his cock growing rigid and fluttering each time it goes against your sweet spot starts overwhelming you that you almost feel a smaller wave of orgasm rising again.

You try to hold back, making sure that he is the first to dive into bliss this time. Yet the moment you deny your own release, your muscles become tense around him, clamping around his cock and drawing the sound of his deep moans while the signs of your climax are making their presence known. You feel it coiling from your lower torso, ready to snap so easily with his relentless pounding.

Just when you think that this is where everything stops, when you would finally have Jungkook unravelling in his release, you feel him lifting himself up without pulling out of you. Opening your eyes to him, you meet his gaze. The question and wonder that you wish to voice out to him fade in your tongue when you see the look in his eyes, when Jungkook looks down, trailing his gaze down your body and stopping where you are joined.

There is almost no need for you to hear his intention when he smiles, knowing where this is leading to. As he gently slides his hands to your hips, holding them firmly in his grip when he slows down, dragging it quite a bit when he slides out of you before coming back in with a gentle thrust, as if he is stalling his time instead of diving straight into it.

But he doesn’t make you wait long before revealing his wish, though he soon puts you once again on the edge when he speaks them to you with that deep, dark tone of his voice which sounds like a gentle command—

“Touch yourself. Play with your clit for me.”

—Jungkook—

I am so close to coming, and I could tell that she is ready to go again too. I could feel the ripples of her orgasm, vibrating around my cock as I continue to pump in and out through her tight walls, keeping the pace to match the pulses I feel rising from the base of my cock.

No matter how many times I have felt this sensation, I don’t seem to get enough of it just yet. Perhaps not ever. That is one of the reasons why despite having savoured all the pleasure for a long time, I still don’t want to rush it to end so soon. But I also know that by now, neither of us would be able to make it if this goes on any longer. I am already hanging on the edge, and there is no doubt that she is probably sore with all the thrusting and rubbing, despite the slickness that has been building up from within her while we kept on fucking so wantonly to our heart’s desire.

Training my eyes on her face, I watch her just as she opens her eyes to look at me, silently questioning why I am denying both of our releases. An idea crosses my mind as I look down between us, watching how my cock keeps popping in and out of her wet pussy. An idea that I know she wouldn’t be able to resist as I gently whisper to her,

“Touch yourself. Play with your clit for me.”

Her eyes grow wide at my command. A beat passes by and she doesn’t make a move at first, until a tiny smile comes on her lips. As if she has already expected to hear my wish.

She releases her hold on me and reaches up, moving her fingers on herself, except that she chooses to keep her hands away from where I want them to be. Starting from her neck, she then runs those delicate fingers down her body. She moves slowly, as if taunting me with her little stunt, taking her time as she touches her breasts, playing with her mounds and those hardened nipples the way I did when I had my hands on them, before going down and plunging straight towards her center.

My eyes follow every motion as she slips two fingers around the base of my cock, feeling every inch of me left which is not covered in her warmth whereas most part of me is still buried deep inside her. The feeling she ignites in me with that single touch feels exhilarating, but it ends too soon as she moves her fingers between us and touches her clit. I continue to watch, my heart starts pounding excessively inside my chest as I wait for her to get herself off.

Her fingers twirl around her clit and her breathing speeds up. She continues playing with herself, working her touch around her swollen rosebud, pressing and rubbing herself until her body arches up, her head falls back into the pillows, then I feel her clenching tightly around my cock.

She is finally there.

“You are so fucking hot,” I moaned deeply and—without giving her any warning—I start to move, thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy without ever slowing down. “And you’re already there. I can feel it.”

My fingers are holding her up tightly at her hips, while she has one hand clutching at my forearm, her nails digging into my skin, and the other hand is still lodged between us, her fingers working around her clitoris. Every hard thrust that I am giving her is followed with a twirl of her fingers on her clit until her whole body grows tense and I feel her climax coiling from inside her hot core.

It takes me intense restraints to keep going until she comes again, to hear her cry over and over again as she succumbs to her pleasure, and then I finally let myself go. An unfamiliar sound comes right out of my chest as I am falling into my release, as I am coming harder than I ever have before. And I am not in it alone. Her entire body rocks and trembles, while one last, final strained cry slips right out of her lips as she convulses with an intense orgasm that pushes me over the limit.

For a brief moment, it feels like I am being sent to another place. The pleasure that comes over me feels like an otherworldly experience that I almost forget to take a deep breath. It feels like I am free-falling and floating at the same time, with merely her touch anchoring me to her.

Yet our connection is enough to bring me back to her once the sparks lighting up inside me start to calm down.

My heartbeat seems to race a mile a minute when I finally start breathing normally again, though still heavy after the long, rigorous fucking we just had. I barely have my eyes open when my body slumps to the side, falling right beside her with her rolling with me as she is still wrapped around me, our limbs entangled with each other as we fall and I am still deep inside her. Our bodies remain connected with the remnants of our intense climax pulsing against each other, and neither one of us is making a move to let go.

—You—

Both of you are sweaty. Your body is completely sated and spent, and you feel like every muscle in your body has turned into rubber. You have no energy to move, much less to push him away, with your chest still heaving deeply as if there is not even air in your lungs. And while you feel extremely hot, you feel no urge to come apart from him.

He feels heavy and warm with his arms wrapped around your body, while your legs are still wrapped around his hips. It feels weird to be entangled in this angle, when a part of you just wants to lie down and relax, but you also feel oddly comfortable in his embrace that you have no desire to move in any way.

The only thing you do, once your breathing becomes calmer, is to look at him. You have often seen him from up close, but never this close. Never with the chance to completely marvel at the sight that you enjoy seeing the most out of him.

The peaceful look on his face as he is lying quietly beside you, chest to chest. The satiated glow that you see even as he keeps his eyes closed gives you a sense of serenity that you seem to have been missing in life for a long while.

Jungkook opens his eyes while you are lost in the sight of him, showing you a warm gaze that seems so pleasant to look at. Instead of letting you go, his hands move to your back to hold you close to his chest.

“I don’t want to part from you just yet,” he whispers with a voice that sounds so soft you just want to cuddle further into his chest.

You remain where you are instead, keeping your hands on his bare chest when you question him, “What should we do then?”

Something flickers in his eyes when he hears what you are asking of him. Something that seems so wicked and sinful it gets your heartbeat racing. Yet his action shows something different when he finally moves, making you question what he may have in mind. Jungkook frames your face with his big and gentle hands as he looks at you, and starts caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Being this close and having him looking at you this way, a thought suddenly dawns on you.

You have felt a deep connection with him even before this night. Now, all you can sense is how much stronger that connection feels when you are being embraced this way, when he makes you feel so cared for and loved.

It stirs your emotions just for thinking about this. When you suddenly think about that specific word.

Loved.

Would it be too much for you to think that far ahead so soon, or to even think about that word at all during this kind of moment? You quickly try to qualm this odd feeling that suddenly shows up before it gets a chance to grow stronger, or bigger, not knowing what would happen later between the two of you once this fateful night is over.

With a gentle rub of his fingers across your lips, Jungkook brings your attention back to him. You have no idea what kind of expression he is reading on your face, but it is obvious that he notices your mind wandering, even if a part of you is still here, entwined with his presence.

“I feel like I should propose an idea that involves us just lying still like this, relaxing, holding each other until we fall asleep.”

His words draw a smile to your face. Not because of how tempting his offer had sounded, but because you can see in his eyes that he wasn’t being sincere when he talked about making such an offer.

“But?”

“But—” he starts to answer, stopping as he looks down between your bodies and smiles. It takes a moment for you to realise what he is seeing, when you feel what his gaze is trying to point out, the moment you feel your hips moving slightly against him. Though instead of pulling away, you are subtly moving even closer to him, as if your body has its own intention of showing you what it needs, or it is giving you the answer you needed for your silent wonderings. And Jungkook can see it before you do.

“I think,” —he sighs, as he moves his hips in tandem with your rocking, pushing his cock back into your depth. “Our bodies are trying to say things differently.”

Just as he says those words, a flutter appears inside you, and it suddenly feels that you can sense him everywhere; his presence filling you up from within, his warmth that is engulfing you, and his touch—the way his fingers are rubbing and pressing on your skin which quickly draws your own body to start rocking together with him.

You have expected that he would have grown flaccid by now, yet you are feeling full just for having him inside you. And as the slow rocking continues, the more you feel the length of his cock rubbing against your over-sensitive walls, the more you feel him growing stiff and rigid. His cock seems to be coming back to life inside you, with subtle throbs of his blood pumping from the base to the tip. You can feel those pulses growing across the length of his cock as he pulls out slightly out of you. But the next time he returns to fill you, his thrust comes almost twice as hard as he has grown completely firm and hard again as he pushes into your depth. The sudden change feels so impactful when you are still so sensitive down below that you inadvertently wince, causing Jungkook to immediately stop when he notices this.

“Am I hurting you?” he immediately asks you.

“No, I’m just”—you gently sigh. “Just a bit sore, that’s all. I’m okay.”

He frowns and tries to pull out, but you quickly stop him. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Jungkook doesn’t move, yet he looks conflicted and worried. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says as he gently places his hands on your waist. Knowing that he can decide to pull away any time, you hug him close and kiss the corner of his lips to ease his mind.

“You won’t. Just go slow. I’ll tell you if I’m not feeling okay.”

Jungkook sighs. You can tell that the motors in his head are running as he is thinking deeply about this, though you are starting to see him getting convinced as he looks deeply into your eyes and finds none of your doubt in them.

“Promise?”

You nod, and he kisses your lips in return. He does it more gently this time, followed by the languid rocking as he takes it slowly to move in and out of you. Still, his action is enough to leave you gasping once the pleasure that had just turned into a murmur begins to rise again, growing more and more even if it doesn’t feel as intense as before. The sensation seems to have been diluted after experiencing multiple orgasms in the same night and within a short period of time, but it is still there, still pleasant to feel and experience, and it leads you to want more.

Getting lost in the feeling of bliss from the kiss and the few more slow and clumsy rocking of the hips, Jungkook easily flips your bodies again until you are lying beneath him. But instead of proceeding further, he stops at the sound of your soft groan when you feel his weight pressing you down and makes you an offer, “Want to go on top? That way you can decide how fast or how slow we can go.”

“I can try,” you say to him, though you are feeling quite unsure about it. With his hands gripping tightly on your hips, Jungkook flips the both of you again until he is on his back, surprising you when he manages to do it without slipping out of you, keeping the two of you joined together. Though once you are on top, with your legs straddling around his body, it feels like his cock is piercing deeper that you can feel him throughout your whole body. The tip of his cock seems to be poking so deep that you can feel its force reaching all the way up to your stomach, while his girth feels even more rigid as you slide down his length.

At first, you try to do it slowly, with your knees sinking into the bed on either side of his body, your palms resting on his bare chest to hold yourself up, while he helps you with his hands on your waist as he guides you to slide up and down his cock. But as the rush of pleasure starts surging through your body, your legs begin to shake, making it hard to hold up your weight when your knees have already grown so weak that you fall onto his chest.

“Jungkook, I”—a gasp stops you from speaking, but you hold on still until you can talk again, ”I don’t think I can do it. My legs won’t listen to me.”

Jungkook’s chest rumbles with his low chuckle. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he says as he kisses the top of your head and gently rubs your waist, while you suddenly feel warm in the chest after hearing him speak.

It’s those words again.

The same words that he has always said to you and to have you place all of your faith in him. The words which seem to act like an enchantment whenever he speaks them to you, because it helps you to give yourself completely to him and to the moment you are sharing together.

You lift yourself up slightly to look at his face and smile. “I know you do,” you whisper to him. “You always do.”

Jungkook returns your smile with a grin, and in a blink of an eye, you find yourself being flipped to your back with Jungkook hovering above you. “Hang on to me one last time, baby,” he says. “We’ll go slow”—he says with a kiss, “And this’ll be a short one. But I’ll make sure to make it sweet for you.”

His words draw a smile to your face, which fades as your mouth falls open to a moan when he suddenly thrusts back into you. Seems like the short break that the two of you just took had been more than enough to give him a chance to regain his energy, and he continues moving, starting slow during his first couple of strokes, until your fingers find his skin and you clench tightly onto him to hold on.

“Keep going—” you start chanting between your moans, as now that the soreness and displeasure you felt in your body are long gone, there is nothing that you want more but to have him take you to another ride until you are crying in pleasure. It wouldn’t take so long for him to be able to give it to you this time when your body can feel everything, with your muscles still so sensitive that the spasms of your climax are coming back alive so rapidly with just a few thrusts.

Jungkook listens, and immediately picks up his pace, continuing where he left off while keeping watch on you the entire time. Always with a concerned look appearing in his eyes and his sharp attention fully on you, unwilling to miss any single sign of discomfort coming out of you. Though he really has nothing to worry about. Not when the only thing that exists is the piercing pleasure running through your body, as his forceful strokes are taking you so high in bliss, triggering a powerful orgasm that is rising so quickly inside you like a tidal wave, so much so that you are simply allowing yourself to fall into it with a scream erupting out of you.

“You feel so good, Jungkook. So perfect,” you cry out to him between your moans.

Those words seem to spark something primal in him, and he drives into you with a fierce thrust, his body shuddering and his eyes blinking closed for a second before he opens them to lock his gaze with yours. “You feel so hot, baby. So tight,” he moans, before he carefully lifts your legs onto his shoulders, putting you into a position where you are most vulnerable. This position also allows him to go deeper into you than anyone has ever been, and it feels glorious, if not for the fact you also feel like you are melting under the heat of his ministrations.

His eyes never leave yours as he presses the pad of his thumb right on your clit, all while keeping up the relentless pace of his rocking even as you shudder fiercely under his touch. Soon enough, you are coming again before you even have the chance to completely recuperate from the last time he sent you to climax. As you tremble roughly in your release, he is right there with you, falling into his own release with a deep groan that starts from deep inside him.

Thrusting deeply, he throws his head back, his eyes are closed and his jaw is tense as he comes. You keep your eyes open the entire time to see it. You have never once seen anything that is more magnificent than the sight of him being so lost in passion like this. How he seems so lost in you. You can only admire silently how he is succumbing to his release with utter pleasure written all over his face, and it gives you nothing else but pride knowing that you are the one doing this to him.

It takes a while for both of you to come down from your climax this time, with both of your energies drained and your bodies spent that it almost feels like the shuddering bliss will never fade away.

Once Jungkook seems to have recovered quite well, he opens his eyes and slowly releases your legs. Both of them are still quivering in the aftermath of your release, but he is gentle and careful as he lowers them to the bed. He makes no move to slip away, so you wrap your arms around him and hold him close to you while you are breathing heavily, struggling to catch your breath. He stays buried inside you as you both pulse with the aftershocks coming from your climax. With a deep sigh, Jungkook nuzzles his face in the nook of your neck, a subtle move which feels so intimate it draws your heartbeat to pound faster. His heavy breathing falling against your skin sets off goosebumps rising through your body, your nipples tightening against his chest, and the spasms of your climax growing a bit more intense between your legs.

Jungkook’s hips suddenly twitch and he groans against your skin. “Do it again.”

Still breathless, and your mind feels foggy with pleasure, you can only hum in return. “Hmmm? What did I do?”

“Your pussy—” he moans softly. “Tighten your pussy around my cock.”

Surprised to hear his filthy words when he sounds quite exhausted and while you are embracing one another, a gasp slips from you. But it is barely surprising just how much it is turning you on to hear it. Taking pleasure in seeing his reaction, you do exactly what he says, giving him what he wants as you flex and tighten your muscles around him.

“Fuck—” he groans, and you can instantly feel as if you are completely full when he grows hard inside you. As if you are both sharing the same mind, and your bodies have become one, he is suddenly moving again, his hips rocking in small increments and in the same rhythm as the pulses that are forming deep down below. And with each rock of his hips, your desire comes to wake, making you burn with the need to have him pounding into you again.

“Fuck me, Jungkook. Take me again,” you begin pleading with him when you feel him holding back.

You are completely sore, and your body has barely recovered from your previous climax, but you just cannot fight the need when you are already there. Once again, you tighten your internal muscles around him, knowing that it drives him crazy. It draws a low groan out of his lips, cursing under his breath as he starts to move again, starting with small thrusts, knowing that you would be sore.

But then you do it again, clenching your muscles around him so he knows how much you want him. When the first pulse of your pleasure flutters around his cock, he completely forgets about wanting to go slow and careful and begins to pound into you the way you need him to. Wild and unfettered, enough to knock the air right out of your chest that you can only release a series of breathless moans as you take in everything.

Wrapping one arm around your shoulders, Jungkook holds you up against his chest and reaches down with his other hand to grasp your ass, keeping you pressed against him as he pumps in and out of you in a series of sloppy thrusts. Then he bends down, his mouth taking claim of your nipple, sucking on it before biting it hard, sparking your orgasm instantly that makes you convulse wildly in his hold.

He thrusts into you deeply, pushing hard into your depth as he comes to his climax. Though the shared orgasm isn’t quite as intense as the previous one, it still feels magical, when you can feel each throb and every pulse happening from both of your bodies, as if you are completely joined together.

Exhausted and sated, Jungkook sags down against your body, before bringing you down with him as he falls onto the bed. Holding you in his arms, Jungkook keeps breathing heavily as his whole body continues to rock and shudder in the aftermath of his climax, until you feel him slowly coming down from his high with you slipping into a sense of tranquillity while you are melting into his embrace.

—Jungkook—

For a while, we simply stay where we are, neither of us has any intention to move. We just lie in my bed, arms wrapped around each other, still joined as we pulse with the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking.

Lovemaking. Is that really what we are going to call it?

What we had was so perfect that I still feel as if I’m dreaming. But the way her body seems to merge into mine feels so right, and so real. Just as real as my heartbeat which is still pounding rapidly in my chest. We continue to lie still against one another until she subtly shifts beneath me, moaning in discomfort under my weight. Reluctantly, I push myself up and slowly pull out of her, but not without kissing her neck and jaw to distract her from it. By the time I am freed from her clutch, I capture her lips, swallowing the sigh that she continues making in her contentment.

She lies sideways when I drop right next to her, unable to look away from her face. Seeing her like this, with the afterglow of our rigorous lovemaking that brings a sense of warmth in my chest knowing that I am the one who brought it out of her, a sudden rush overcomes me, and I am filled with fear that she would suddenly step out of my life forever when I want her with me always.

“I can’t get enough of you,” the words come out of my lips through a whisper before I can stop myself, and it seems to bring quite an effect on her when her eyes grow wide for a moment before she looks at me with a bashful smile. That shy smile has always managed to sweep me off of my feet without her realising it. “I mean it,” I say to her before she says a thing. “I think you may have succeeded to cast a spell on me. All you have to do is give me one look, speak one word to me, and I am on my knees to give you everything you need.”

Her eyes flutter to close briefly as she gives me a lazy smile. “After what we’ve done? All of that? It would be a lie to say that I don’t believe you.”

Her comment makes me laugh. It does seem inconceivable that we were able to go for so long. Even when it felt like we needed a break, our bodies kept giving in so easily to our desire that we just kept on going. And going. Perhaps, if neither of us had no need for air and our bodies were not burning with sweat and fatigue, we would still be going at it right about now.

Merely recalling our passionate tryst is easy to draw my attention back to her, and my eyes begin trailing down her body. That afterglow of her pleasure seems to be calling for me, and she is indeed quite an astonishing sight to see. Her skin, covered in the sheer glow of her sweat and heat, continues to draw me in. I cannot resist the urge to touch her, and I soon find myself caressing her gently with the tip of my fingers.

I slide my fingers down to her waist, then her hips, and my eyes fall on her parted legs, still quivering slightly after I thoroughly made love to her while pouring all of my desire. But what draws my attention is what appears between them—her pussy that still seems wet and swollen at the folds, and the sight of my cum leaking out of her.

The sheets may have grown soiled with our sweat and the evidence of our rough lovemaking now dropping from her center, yet I could care less about any of it. The way my white cum is flooding out of her draws some kind of pull on me. A possessiveness that is taking control over me that I just want to reach out and touch her there.

And that is exactly what I do next.

Using the tips of my fingers, I gently trace her hot skin, right around her folds. She twitches slightly under my touch, yet she doesn’t move or push my hand away from her. My eyes remain on the mess between her legs as I gather the cum that keeps leaking out of her, rubbing the slickness around her skin before I gently push them back into her sweet folds. A soft gasp comes out of her lips when I touch her where she is still throbbing and still so sensitive, yet I cannot get myself to stop. On instinct, I push my cum back inside her, while my thumb finds her clit, drawing out her strained cry, while my gentle touch draws out whatever may still remain in her depth after her intense climax. The moment her legs begin to quiver, and the sound of her gasp reaches me, that is when I finally stop, suddenly afraid that she may have grown overly sensitive that my touch would only hurt her.

“Jungkook—” she whines when I pull away. I am still in limbo, my mind feels foggy with how fierce the desire I have for her is taking over me that I barely notice it when she grips my wrist, stopping me from pulling my hand away completely.

With her hooded eyes on me, she brings my hand to her lips, and she begins licking my soiled fingers, tasting the mixture of my release and hers which I have gathered from her pussy.

Seeing her like this, to watch her giving in to her carnal need as she is licking my fingers clean with soft moans coming out of her, and with her eyes never looking away from me, it brings out the emotions which have been building inside me, making it stronger, causing my heartbeat to start pumping so hard in my chest. Then, as she leans closer to me, sighing softly while moaning my name, that feeling grows so intense inside me that I almost feel like it is going to burst right out of my chest.

Unable to resist it any longer, I take her in my arms and kiss her with everything that I have in me. There is something akin to a dark passion that appears so rampant brewing inside my chest, a deep need to touch and feel her and to never let go. At first, I had thought that this fire in me would just die down once I made love to her, once I find out how glorious it is to feel myself buried inside her heat and feel her coming around me, but I was proven wrong. Instead, it just keeps on growing and multiplying into a new decree. It has been rising so rapidly ever since she agreed to join me and revealed to me her true desire at the club’s events, and it is now becoming stronger that we are finally together.

I could only hope that she feels the same way.

The curiosity I have about her feelings and the desire to make her mine are clawing at me the more she leans into me that I can no longer hold myself from asking, “Will it be possible for us to see if there is something that exists here between us more than just hormones?”

“What?” she softly asks me as she pulls away so she can look at me. “What are you saying?”

Seeing the way she is looking at me, I suddenly feel like I want to punch my own face for being so blunt, and for doing it so abruptly. But at the same time, I find no remorse for bringing this up right now when she is looking at me with intrigue and curiosity in her eyes instead of apprehension. It should be giving me hope that she appears to be considering it, yet the doubtful feeling that has been haunting me keeps poking at me, making me question if this is truly the right time for us to be talking about something like this.

“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t be talking about this when our brains are completely fried and we’re in terrible need of some sleep,” I try to change the topic and make her forget about my random question with a nervous chuckle, yet she doesn’t seem to buy it.

I can tell that she can see my self-doubt when she reaches up and places her palms on my cheeks, denying me the chance to look away or to take back what I was trying to ask her. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says, and her words encourage me to finally tell her the whole truth. I shift on the bed and prop myself up on my elbow so I can speak to her more properly while looking at her.

“I want to be honest with you. I feel like I need to—after everything we’ve shared,” I begin, feeling quite unsure at first until I look at her in the eyes and gain more confidence to continue, “I’m not sure if it’s just me, and I have a feeling that you share this with me even if you haven’t truly realised it yet. But after sharing all of these—moments, between us. All the intimate sessions we had either with the club or when it was just the two of us, the little dates we had, the fun experiments that we tried together—”

Her smile appears just then, drawing my own to grow knowing that she is recalling all of those moments as I mention them, and I continue on, “What I’ve learned from them so far is how good we have been together, both in sharing our passion, even the darkest ones that we’ve never shared anyone else before, and also in sharing our thoughts with each other. I feel like I can always be myself when I am with you, without worrying about hiding my faults and flaws and disappointing you by showing my true self. On the other hand—” I cannot hold back from touching her, and I reach out to brush my thumb across her cheek, “—you have made me feel like the luckiest bastard alive with how open you have been with me about sharing all of this. I’ve been growing greedy, to be honest, and I hate thinking about you doing the same thing with anyone else.”

I am not entirely sure how she would feel as I reveal this to her. The only thing that I can hope for is that I don’t sound too creepy for revealing how badly I want her to be with me only. Yet she still looks at me the same way. In fact, she now has a soft smile on her face that has been growing more visible as she patiently listens to my confessions.

“All I’m saying is—” I carefully add when she remains quiet, “I really want us to continue what we’ve been doing together, except I only want to keep this between the two of us, and hopefully, we can find something else, something that is beyond our need and what our hormones are telling us to find when we’re together.”

I have my palm gently pressing on her cheek right this moment and she reaches up to it, placing her hand above mine when she asks me, “Is that really what you want?”

“It is,” I answer with a sigh. “To tell you the truth, it’s been killing me how much I wanted to tell you how I feel. This is really new to me, as I’ve never—even once—felt this way before. I’ve never wanted something so badly before. Never once I’ve wanted someone more in my life the way I want it with you.”

Her eyes grow clearer as she listens to me admitting this, while at the same time, her gaze grows softer. There is a subtle twitch on the corner of her lips which tells me that she is holding back her smile, which is making me feel more hopeful. Once again, I find myself being encouraged to say more, to lay myself bare right in front of her so she can see everything—what my heart desires the most, aside from the carnal need that I have so openly shared with her.

“The first time I kissed you? I’ve never felt my body coming awake like it did right that moment. I guess I can say that it was at that moment I knew,” I say to her as I remember the first time I kissed her lips, when my whole body lighted up as if I had been asleep for a long time and she was bringing me back to life again. As she hears this confession of mine, her bashful smile appears on her face, and she tries to hide the warmth growing on her cheek by lowering her face. But I refuse to let her as I tilt her chin up, making her see my smile.

“Jungkook, I—” she begins to speak, and I can almost see her mind going a mile a minute as she seems to be thinking deeply about this. It is hard to read her when she is like this, and I suddenly feel deeply worried that I might have been pushing it too soon, and I might be scaring her for wanting more.

But she surprises me yet again when she suddenly snatches me down. With her arms around my neck, she pulls me to her until I am almost back on top of her, and then she steals a kiss, one that is so gentle I barely feel it, yet it is enough to make me feel warm in the chest. “I’m sorry, but I feel a bit overwhelmed right now that I have no idea what to say.”

I can’t help but smile hearing this, especially when she softly sighs into the kiss when she presses her lips onto mine, and she relaxes against me instead of growing tense. “No pressure, baby. I’m so sorry for throwing this on you so soon. It’s totally up to you. I can go at your pace if you want to. Only if you want to,” I whisper to her, and when I can no longer resist her charm, I lean down, dropping soft open-mouthed kisses on her neck. Her breath hitches for a touch, and I can feel her body shivering under each touch of my lips and each teasing lick of my tongue on her skin, which only encourages me to give her more. “Whatever you want, baby. Anything. Whenever you want it.”

“I want—” she begins to answer me with a gasp, and I reluctantly pull back, just to give her a chance to gain a clear sound of mind to give me an answer.

“Tell me,” I say to her with a whisper, and I watch as her eyes are fluttering open, and she looks at me with a softness in her gaze that makes me want to hold her tight in my arms.

“I want it. I want it all,” she finally says, and my heartbeat starts picking up, while I am overcome with relief. Especially when she quickly adds, “You’re right. I feel it too, and I want to have more with you. I want to experience more things, and maybe see where this is heading.”

“How much more?” I ask her with a soft voice, while I am already leaning in to kiss her.

“Everything. As long as I’m with you.” She stops just before I get to kiss her lips, when she suddenly pouts at me. “I also hate thinking about you doing these things with someone else.”

Just as she says those words, I can feel my heart soaring through the sky, pure relief and joy overcome my entire soul for knowing that she feels the same way as I do, and for knowing that I am not crazy for seeing the subtle signs that she has been giving me about her true feelings.

When I take her in my arms again, that feeling of relief overflows the sweet kiss that we share. Her hands move from my shoulders, then down to my chest, undoubtedly feeling my steady heartbeat as she presses her palms over it before moving up to cup my face. I tilt my head as our kiss deepens and our tongues dance together. We kiss until we are breathless, pulling away briefly only to take a quick breath though our lips are still pressing against each other’s skin, neither of us wanting to break apart, then we dive back again for another, yet much gentler kiss.

Once we are done, the burning desire we felt and had been sated through our heated lovemaking comes back only with a gentle flutter. It comes to us like a calming wave, and what overcomes me next is a new sensation that stirs my entire soul. If I had thought I have been alive this entire time, I was completely wrong. As I watch her as she embraces this feeling with a sigh, I know that she is feeling it too. Our gazes meet each other, and we look at one another with a smile.

Seems like there is something real that has existed between us this entire time, after all. We have just been too blinded by our wicked hormones to see it.

Author's Note | Thank you for reading, and thank you for being so patient with me. It has been a long ride with this story and I have a ton of things to say to everyone who has been loving and supporting me until this day. An epilogue and an afterword is coming. Until then, please leave a like and comment to let me know what you think about this update. See you soon!

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Synopsis: Enishi Yukishiro was on a mission to execute his piece de la resistance. A plan to avenge his beloved sister. Until you showed up. Will you be a part of his downfall or will you try to save him?

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and sunshine protector, slow burn, a lot of fluff (later chapters), occasional smut

Words: 3k +

A/N: I couldn’t hold back anymore and had to make a fic for Enishi. It won’t exactly follow the Rurouni Kenshin timeline for now but it will later develop into it. This is the first chapter in the series with more chapters coming. It is a reader insert as I couldn’t help but indulge myself in it completely. Powered by Mackenyu’s outstanding portrayal of Enishi’s character in Rurouni Kenshin: The Final, I hereby present you a story ripped from the figments of my mind. I hope you’ll love their story as much as I do. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.

Also thank you @eureka-its-zico for supporting me with this and getting me writing again 🫶

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“Just how stupid are you?”

A loud smack echoed in the room.

“You thought you could just get away with it?”

Another heavy punch collided with his face making him drop to his knees.

“You’re a fool.”

An uppercut dug under his chin throwing him backwards. The force of the blow made blood pool in his mouth and he spat it out through clenched teeth. The man standing tall before him left his face full of cuts and bruises. But that was the least of Enishi’s worries right now.

Many months were spent tracking down the biggest shipment of weapons set to leave Shanghai for Kanagawa. Enishi’s men were supposed to rob the storage by the docks tonight before the ship set sail in the morning. But it turned out to be a harder task than it was intended to be.

The mission encountered several problems and it was nothing short of a total fail. It was also what led to his current position with his hands tied roughly behind his back, on the floor of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

A few hours ago

“These dumplings are amazing,” you sighed happily while munching on three baozi dumplings at once.

The lady vendor grimaced at your manners. You were practically inhaling the soft dough in your hands like a grizzly bear. Leftover crumbs were decorating the edges of your lips. You couldn’t help but forget all about etiquette when the food literally melted in your mouth.

A little boy was walking by with his mother when he caught sight of the dumpling cart. He stopped to look at the steaming dumplings in awe and adoration. But when he saw the way you were devouring the small pastry his face turned to pure disgust.

You were getting slightly annoyed by his staring, so you shot the little boy a threatening look and he started crying, running off somewhere in the depths of the street. His mother regarded you with a condescending look and followed after her child.

“Can you leave before you scare all my clients away?” said the vendor lady, irritated with the fact that you’ve been hogging her cart for the past half an hour.

“Listen lady. I could buy your whole cart if I wanted to. Just let me enjoy these,” you said with your mouth full.

“I’ll be the one leaving then. You might spoil my dough from raising if I stay here any longer,” she said as she started to put away the steaming buns away and gathered all her tools.

“Wait! You can’t just leave.” But by the time you yelled after her she was already gone. There went your only meal for the day. At least it was a nice filling one to last you some time. You patted your stomach in a comforting manner and sighed, turning to go on your own way.

The crisp air of mid-October made its presence known as a breeze blew against the sleeves of your dress making them flutter. Your attire was nothing short of inappropriate for the lingering cold season. The chilly weather made it harder to do any jobs and you weren’t requested as much either. You never knew where your next meal would be coming from most of the time, so you powered through with anything you could find. Though your money was running out you always made sure to keep some aside for your snack cravings.

The once bustling street turned awfully quiet. It was the norm in this part of the city. Vendors were quickly packed away and activity was slowly coming to a halt in the wake of the coming night. Any normal person in these parts would know that being on the streets when the last flicker of daylight disappears wasn’t safe.

Who would want to be out in the dark with the Shanghai mafia having a full blown war with the commander in chief on the streets until the early hours of dawn?

Clutching the rest of your dumplings closer, you made your way down the narrow pathways circling the outskirts of the city. The place you resided in for the time being was just a street down from the docks. It was a modest room at the top of an abandoned jewelry shop, furnished with a desk and a small wardrobe. It was not the comfiest nor the safest place in the world, but it provided a space to roll your futon for the night.

The buns you bought were all different flavours with all kinds of fillings you haven’t tried before. Just thinking of taste testing all of them made your mouth water.

Whilst getting lost in your pastry daydreams, you were shaken back to earth by persistent yelling. As you were making your way further down to the docks, more agitated shouting ensued. The growing commotion piqued your curiosity. It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look, right? It was in the way anyway.

Inching closer to the edge of the docks entrance you hid behind an abandoned fishing boat supported by empty crates. Tucking your petite form well enough so you wouldn’t be spotted, you looked over it to see what was going on.

Moving your eyes around you counted about twenty masked men. They were frantically rushing in and out of the storage holding cases filled with… guns?

As more of them came out you realised it wasn’t just guns. Long and short range artillery, fuses and all kinds of artisanal bombs. It was like heaven for pyromaniacs. Whatever these guys were planning was nothing short of mass destruction.

“We’ve secured all the weapons, Master,” a shushed voice spoke in Japanese from your right. He came closer to stand just in front of the boat you were using as a hiding spot. He looked about half a person in height. If a wild gust of wind blew his way he would most likely topple over and become dust.

“Good work,” said a deep voice from the left as he approached too. The way he spoke those simple words was enough to make tremors run down your back.

Trying to get a better view of the owner of the voice a tangled mop of white hair entered your vision.

Damn, this guy was long overdue for a haircut.

Trailing your eyes further down you took in his sturdy physique that was outlined through the clothes he was wearing. You could tell he was trained in some kind of martial arts. No one just had heaps of muscles like those. You could easily draw a map of the world between those wide shoulders… Snap out of it, Miyu.

The loud crash of crates rattling to the floor brought you back to reality. You needed to get out of there.

You couldn’t risk getting caught and brought in by the commander in chief. If he wasn’t alerted yet he sure got wind of things by now. That man definitely has mutant senses.

The last thing you needed was them catching wind of your location. You spent so long staying under the radar and now was not the time to advertise your whereabouts.

I am void. I don’t care. I haven’t seen anything.

I am not getting involved with this.

While repeating the mantra several times in your head in order to calm down, you had to figure out a way to sneak out as smoothly as possible without alerting anybody. Especially the strong muscular white mop of hair who hasn’t moved at all from his spot right in front of you.

After a quick scan of your surroundings you came to two choices: going left, straight through the docks and to your hideout located on just the other side; or going right, having to circle around the whole city to get back. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one was safer. You’d rather go around the whole city as many times as you needed if it meant staying away from whatever these people had planned. You just had to wait for the right time to make your way out.

After a while, the two men blocking your view headed towards the rest of their squad. This was your chance. All you had to do was get set, ready and sprint the hell out of there before someone caught you and made you fish food. If only things would play out like that.

In your rush to escape you missed a teeny tiny key detail. The dark brown fishing cord extending from the boat to the empty crates behind you.

You barely made it two steps before your leg tangled in it and you were falling face first to the hard concrete floor, taking the crates with you. The steaming buns you tried so hard to keep close spilled all over the floor in the process. I’m so fucked.

“What was that?” growled one of the goons.

Mophead turned around swiftly and locked eyes with you. Lifting your own gaze from your uncomfortable spot on the floor, you connected it with his. Eyes akin to predators that lurk in the dead of night pierced yours. They screamed murder. The ‘chop you apart for funsies’ kind of murder.

But something about them caught you off guard. The blue hue outlining his pupils. Something about them though eerie and giving you the eebie jeebies was so familiar. Where have I seen these eyes before?

He seemed to be stuck in his own reverie. A tilt of his head signalled his confusion to your presence. You don’t even know how long you were both stuck soul searching each other’s eyes as the deafening sound of gunfire descended down on the docks.

Breaking your staring contest apart you tried to locate where the firing came from. Then it dawned on you. The commander in chief was here.

Mophead set off in your direction to possibly grab you but he only managed to take a step before bullets lined up a few feet in front of him. With a low grunt, he spared you one last look before retreating back to his gang.

The bullets were flying closer and closer to your spot and the intense smell of gun powder filled your nostrils. This was your cue to exit stage.

You got to your feet, saved what was left of your steamed baozi and made a run for it. A few bullets narrowly grazed the ends of your dress but you quickly made it to the safety of a dark alleyway close by. Checking on your precious dumplings you saw most of them were unharmed and let out a breath of relief.

The pounding of guns suddenly stopped and you peered over to the docks from the corner of the alley. Assessing the situation you observed that half of mophead’s party was shot down by the commander’s force. Some of them managed to flee the scene when the firing started, but the rest were caught and put in restraints together with their leader.

Something felt off. Maybe it was the smug look on the commander’s face as he rounded up the thugs. Or the way most of his force came out from what looked like stationed places at the other end of the docks entrance. It almost seemed like they knew mophead and his crew were going to be here tonight.

No way. Was this a set up?

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Back at the precinct

Enishi was fuming. It all went sideways too quickly for his liking. Someone talked and he was going to make sure they weren’t seeing the light of day. Once he made it out of the shithole he was currently held in.

“I’m going to ask you again. Why were you stealing weapons?” asked the commander. He was getting irritated and it showed in the way the veins on his neck strained. But he could press on as much as he wanted. Enishi wasn’t going to give him shit.

“Either you talk or your good for nothing squad will suffer in your place.”

“I don’t give two flying fucks about them,” spat Enishi.

This only earned him another punch to the stomach. The guards who were holding him let him drop to the floor, more blood dripping on the side of his mouth.

“I guess I’ll have to beat it out of you then,” said the commander, cracking his knuckles.

Bracing for the commander’s punishment, his thoughts kept wandering somewhere else. To the girl who was there tonight, hiding behind the boat. He wasn’t stupid. He sensed someone was eavesdropping.

You weren’t supposed to be there. You were a wild variable in his plan that he couldn’t have predicted. A handful of questions swarmed around in his head, but three of them stood out the most.

Why were you there tonight?

Who were you working for?

And where have I seen you before?

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Ten armed guards at the front of the building. Another two securing the entrance from the inside. Five more moving around the halls. None on the top floor. Bingo.

Sliding open the glass window on the roof of the precinct you snuck in. You landed down swiftly, arching your heels to keep you steady. Stealth mode switched on in your head as you carefully inspected your surroundings.

Tightening the grip on your twin Remingtons closer, you advanced to the walls opposite to the railing overlooking the entrance. As you rounded the corners you spotted a staircase going down to what looked like a meeting hall.

Raspy shouting and what resembled the sound of slapping was getting louder as you descended. Someone was either receiving a beating or they were just into kinky shit.

You were on the last three steps when a guard passed by. Straightening up, you glued yourself to the wall, becoming one with the shadow. As he got further away you tilted your head towards the glass ceiling and released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

This was a terrible idea. What were you even doing here in the first place? This was not your fight. But your conscience convinced you that you were somehow responsible for the unsuccessful outcome of mophead’s mission.

You weren’t supposed to be there tonight. It was just incidental. Your stupid craving for dumplings made you come out of your extremely comfortable refuge and one thing led to another as you found yourself in the middle of crossfire.

Without thinking too much of your bad choices for the day, you geared up to save mophead. You didn’t know why you were going this far for someone you didn’t know. But you felt needed for once in a while and like you finally had a job to do.

There was something else that bothered you about your encounter. The moment mophead locked eyes with you was scorched into your head. Your brain replayed it over and over again for no specific reason until it drove you crazy. Those eyes bugged you to the world’s end. There was something so addicting and familiar to them. But you couldn’t recall where you’ve seen them before no matter how hard you tried.

You needed to find out who this man is. So, like any normal person looking for answers, you went to ask him. As soon as you busted him out of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

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In the meeting hall

“This would be so much easier if you just talked,” yelled the commander in chief.

“How about… fuck you. Good talk,” said Enishi with a sick grin.

“You son of a—,” the commander was cut off by the sound of shots being fired outside the meeting hall. Suddenly, everything turned quiet. Everyone’s ears perked up listening for what could follow.

A powerful kick thundered against the golden door to the meeting hall that made it come off its hinges and cave in on itself. The door fell with a loud thud and you stepped over it, the click of your heeled boots bouncing off the echo in the room. All eyes were trained on you.

“Who’s ready to have some fun?” you chirped, enthusiastically twirling the guns in your hands.

“Who are you?,” asked the commander in chief.

“Let’s just say I’m someone you don’t want to mess with,” you said confidently.

“You’re just a stupid girl if you think you can just come in here —“

“This stupid girl just took out most of your guards on duty. It will be her utmost pleasure to take you out too,” you said with a smirk.

Enishi was watching the exchange, his head swimming with confusion for the second time tonight.

Just who exactly were you? And why were you crossing paths again?

You first show up as a hindrance to his plan and now you’re here to probably mess up more than you already have. He was also kind of blaming you for the situation he was in at the moment.

At least you proved useful in distracting the guards and the commander so he could work on getting his hands free of the rope tugging at his wrists.

Looking over at mophead you notice he freed himself. You haven’t worked in a team before so you threw him a look asking for guidance on what to do now. What he saw was more of a weird face that kind of creeped him out but he quickly caught onto what you meant.

He wasn’t sure whether to trust you but he didn’t have the luxury to audition for partners right now. So, sending a silent nod your way, you let the fun begin.

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Mophead lunged for the commander in chief while you preoccupied yourself with the five guards in the room. You easily took out the first one by the couch at the side of the room.

Pointing your gun to the next one you pulled the trigger but nothing happened. You tried the other gun receiving the same response. You were left without bullets. Strapping the guns back to your belt you took a fighting stance. Hand to hand combat it is.

The guard lunged at you and your fist connected with his nose. A loud crack was heard and blood started seeping through his hands as he cradled his nose.

“You bitch—,” you cut him off by hooking your leg to the back of his neck, dragging him to the floor.

“Did your mother not teach you how to speak to a lady?”

He got back up and got ready to throw another snarky remark but you wasted no time in shutting him up with a nearby chair. The wooden chair broke to pieces as it made contact with him. Once he fell to the floor motionless you directed your attention at the other three guards. They started circling you from different sides. Showtime.

You let them come at you. The taller one came first, swinging a bat at your head. Ducking successfully to avoid having your head turned into a baseball, you went for a roundhouse kick to his head. He got projected to the other side from the force you put into the move.

The last two attacked you at the same time. One of them had a knife that managed to get a few cuts through the sleeves of your dress as he kept swinging at you recklessly.

“I just got this one,” you huffed disappointedly as you lifted a slashed piece to check the damage.

Getting annoyed with his incessant flailing about, you caught his hand just as the smaller one came from behind you. Kicking back your right leg into the stomach of the smaller one, you got a chance to take the knife throwing it away. You turned and elbowed the knife wielder in the stomach, directing another knee at his ribcage letting him fall flat to the floor. One more to go.

Standing face to face with your last enemy, you spared mophead a quick look. He was struggling with the commander as he was pushed face down on the big wooden desk. He quickly turned and got him into a deadly chokehold.

You didn’t even notice his outerwear was discarded and he was left only in a tank top. His huge biceps were flexing dangerously as he tightened his hold on the commander’s neck. Sweat was piling like rain drops down his arms and you found yourself drooling. You were suddenly digging the white mop of hair.

You were snapped out of your fantasies by the small garden goblin running towards you with a spiked staff.

Do these guys not have one normal weapon on them? Where do they get all this ridiculous stuff from?

You dodged his attacks until he got tired and his swings turned sloppy. Finding an opening you caught the end of the bat with your right hand and turned your left into an uppercut diving it to his chin. The impact was so hard he flipped back and landed in a star shape on the floor.

Just as you were finished with him, mophead finally squeezed the living daylights out of the commander and let him fall splat to the floor.

Sensing the ruckus, the guards from outside started piling up into the hall. You both walked towards each other until you were back to back. In other circumstances you would’ve loved the way your heavy breaths mingled and the way your shoulders shyly grazed each other. But now was not the time.

“Any chance you have a plan to get us out of here?” asked mophead. Guards were surrounding you from all sides and the only way to escape was fighting your way out.

“I’m guessing breaking some more necks wouldn’t hurt,” you replied hastily.

“You take the ones on the right. I take the ones on the left,” he directed.

With another nod you both got into position and watched as the guards descended upon you.

A storm of fists came your way. You tried blocking them as much as you could but five to one was too much to handle without a weapon. Mophead noticed your struggle and quickly tried to get rid of the three bat swingers in front of him. With a low sweep kick to their ankles they all fell over, hitting each other with the bats they were holding.

You were holding onto three bats with all your might, when two guards sneaked behind you ready to deliver a dangerous blow. Enishi intercepted them before they could carry out their plan, catching their arms mid swing and twisting their arms to an inhuman angle.

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to hit a lady, especially from behind?” he said as they writhed in pain and scrambled to the floor.

You finally managed to throw the three men backwards, taking to delivering a kick to each of them. By the time you were done with them you were breathing heavily. You were a good fighter but your stamina was always holding you back. Mophead seemed to be more trained in that field though as you saw him cutting through the guards with ease.

Another five guards circled both of you.

“Give me a hand,” you said as you ran towards mophead.

He sensed your idea right away. Latching your hand with his you created enough momentum for him to pull you around in a circle to kick down all of the guards. Once you got both feet back on the ground you noticed the secured hand on your waist. Looking up at him you noticed he’s about a head taller than you. Feeling you tense in his hold he quickly dropped his hand from your waist and trained his gaze on the broken down door.

“We have to go before more come.”

“What about your crew? Are you just going to leave them here?”

“They can get out just fine by themselves,” he growled.

And with that he grabbed your hand and you made a run for it.

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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24 days of Advent, 24 days of Kinkmas

Posted: 1st - 24th December

Genre: Smut (Minors DNI) - Under the Cut

Warnings included with each scenario.

> WEEK 1:

🎄Day 1 - Stray Kids Felix x Reader

Cum play: Who doesn’t love a little treat on their first day of advent. You certainly do when Felix treats you early.

🎄Day 2 - ATEEZ: Wooyoung x Reader

Bondage: When decorating the house with Christmas lights turns into you tying Wooyoung up with the spare set.

🎄Day 3 - NCT: Jaehyun x Reader x NCT: Mark

Threesome: Tensions are high when you “forget” your presents for each of them, giving them something they could never forget instead.

🎄Day 4 - GOT7: Mark x Reader

Brat Taming: It’s the season to behave...or not. It didn’t take a lot for Mark to switch when you tested his patience over Christmas party planning.

> WEEK 2:

🎄Day 5 - Monsta X: Minhyuk x Reader

Toys: Is it Christmas day already? Minhyuk suprises you with a little present that has your legs shaking uncontrollably.

🎄Day 6 - Day6: Young K x Reader

Edging: When drinking hot chocolate whilst watching Christmas movies turns into something else that would make Santa blush.

🎄Day 7 - EXO: Sehun x Reader

Oral Fixation: Sehun gets a little wound up when you wouldn’t kiss him under the mistletoe, putting that pretty mouth of yours to good use.

🎄Day 8 - Seventeen: Mingyu x Reader

Creampie: Christmas pudding wasn’t the only thing that you were getting filled with this Christmas.

🎄Day 9 - Pentagon: Kino x Reader

Mirror Sex: You admire yourself so much in your reflections through the town’s windows, Kino turns this into something for both of your pleasures.

🎄Day 10 - Block B: Zico x Reader

Dry Humping: When getting bored at the Christmas party, you and Zico find something else to perk yourselves up.

🎄Day 11 - Vixx: N x Reader

Master/Sir: After a hard working month at work, your boss suprises you with something a little extra special, a bit more than a Christmas bonus.

> WEEK 3:

🎄Day 12 - SF9: Zuho x Reader x Hwiyoung

Cuckholding: When his date doesn’t go to plan, Hwiyoung gets something extra special to spend his Christmas holiday with you and Zuho.

🎄Day 13 - 2PM: Nichkhun x Reader

Marking: When you have a secret santa off a secret admirier, Nickhun can’t help but get jealous and makes sure that whoever it was, knew you were already taken.

🎄Day 14 - SuperM: Ten x Reader

Lingerie: Too cheer him up after a hard time over the holidays, you try on something a little special for him.

🎄Day 15 - SHINee: Taemin x Reader

Face Fucking - What does that mouth do other than sing those pretty little carols? Taemin bursts with the need to find out.

🎄Day 16 - U-Kiss: Kevin x Reader

Wall Sex: Oh how pretty you look pressed up against the wall in your Mrs Claus outfit as Kevin is anything but nice.

🎄Day 17 - KNK: Youjin x Reader

Fingering: Naughty or Nice? Youjin makes that decision of you for himself, as his fingers do all the magic.

🎄Day 18 - BTOB: Hyunsik x Reader

Videotape: What’s Christmas without having a little keepsake of such a good time? This is the Christmas you’ll never get the chance to forget.

> WEEK 4:

🎄Day 19 - TXT: Yeonjun x Reader

Exhibitionism: What’s a night out with friends to watch the lights without your boyfriend being desperate to have them shine over you whilst he’s fullfilling his needs?

🎄Day 20 - ASTRO: Rocky x Reader

Vanilla Sex: 1st Christmas together, how else to celebrate that giving each other a little something to celebrate the holidays?

🎄Day 21 - Wonho x Reader

Thigh riding: Oh how you looked so god in your Christmas party dress, making Wonho slowly lose his mind as you use his thigh to not ruin such a pretty outfit.

🎄Day 22 - DPR ian x Reader

Corruption: Of course, he couldn’t help himself from tainting you with his deepest and darkest desires when it’s a season to be good.

🎄Day 23 - Eric Nam x Reader

Praise: A long day of shopping turns into something more entertaning to keep your spirits up, and of course, you behave so well

🎄Day 24 - Woosung x Reader

Degradation: Claiming to have been so good all year to the Santa at your mall, Woosung makes it evident that it’s all a facade.

Tags: @ateezreactionsandscenarios, @trashlord-007, @fanfictrashlord-007

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ffion451 · 1 year

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Go Easy on Me: A KTH Oneshot (m)

Characters/pairings: Taehyung x f!reader, feat. Namjoon, Jimin, Jungkook (also non-BTS: Mino, Zico, Bobby, Woosung)

Genre: non idol au, e2l2?, angst, smut (see warnings below)

Rating/Warnings: ⚠️🔞 MA - Mature, adult content 🔞⚠️ Fic contains mild physical violence, m/f protected sex, depictions of intoxication and a lot of swearing/cursing

Word count: 21.3K

Note: I’ve been listening to Hug Me Tight by Bloo on repeat lately - check it out for the mood of this fic. This is the first writing I’ve done in a long time, so please forgive any mistakes especially as I couldn’t have it beta read. For anyone who follows my writing, thank you and I’m sorry I’ve been away so long (explanation here)

PART ONE: Hug me Tight - Taehyung makes an exhibition of himself

“So she’s not there with Jiho?”

Unseen, Namjoon rolls his eyes, “She’s here. Jiho’s here.”

“Are they there together though?” Namjoon doesn’t miss the faint, but definite, whiny undertone to Taehyung’s words and finds himself beginning to lose patience. He won’t entertain this from Taehyung, not today, not when he’s missing his own party to take this call.

“No, he’s here with someone else.” Namjoon’s eyes are rolling so hard he’s amazed he can’t see the inside of his own skull.

“Ah, ok ok ok,” Taehyung breathes in relief before sucking in a sharp breath as an unwelcome memory occurs to him, “I heard some rumours a while ago that she might be dating Minho now? Or even worse, Jiwon?”

Namjoon groans heavily now, unable to hide the exasperation he feels. “No, not any of them. Who told you that? Na, don’t bother… I already know. Listen, every man I know here is either single, with a girlfriend or has one at home. Also, for the millionth time, she said she’d was coming alone.”

“Right…” Taehyung dithers at the other end of the phone, “I guess I’ll head over then - is everybody there?”

“We’re all here. Just waiting for you.”

“Oh…” is all the reply Namjoon gets; he quickly realises why. It’s not guilt about being late that’s causing Taehyung to hesitate, it’s that he doesn’t want to have to arrive alone.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon begins firmly, “you’re a grown ass man, you can come to a party without your damn girlfriend to hold your hand.”

“I know,” Taehyung admits, “I just don’t want to run into her when she’s with another guy, that’s all.”

Namjoon’s lip curls in disdain, even if Taehyung can’t see it, he can hear it in his friend’s voice, “Fuck man, you’re definitely old enough to face up to your mistakes.”

“She was never a mistake,” Taehyung says, too quickly.

“Hmm,” hums Namjoon, “you’re right, she was never yours, was she? That was the mistake.”

There’s a long pause at the other end of the line. Namjoon is too frustrated for the moment to feel any guilt.

“I guess,” Taehyung finally replies in a small voice.

“Get here soon,” Namjoon demands, it’s then that the stab of guilt comes.

Yes, Taehyung is being pathetic, undoubtedly so, but he’s also so very lost. Namjoon doesn’t know the details of what caused the implosion of your friendship with Taehyung, but he knows Taehyung and it’s obvious that Taehyung loved you and probably still does.

To be honest, Taehyung’s love for you is obvious to anyone with eyes and half a brain cell: it’s an open secret amongst his friends and Namjoon suspects Taehyung’s girlfriend also knows, in fact he suspects she’s the one behind the rumours of you apparently dating half of Seoul as far as Taehyung believes… Namjoon wonders what other fictions about you she’s been spinning to Taehyung.

The reason for Namjoon’s pity is his certainty that you are probably one of the few people that have no idea how Taehyung really feels and his suspicion is that Taehyung might not realise it either.

So, feeling a little sorry for Taehyung, he adds a final detail, “Anyway, not that it matters, but I can see her now - she’s just hanging with friends, no guy in sight.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung says, his relief and gratitude evident, “How does she seem?”

Namjoon groans, “Seriously? I don’t know… Relaxed? Happy, I think? Beautiful as ever. You’ll find out yourself when you get your ass here. Get a fucking move on.”

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Taehyung enters the rented gallery; a modern, expansive space of glass and stone. People are scattered about but most are surrounding a makeshift stage on which a band perform. The four-piece play their instruments with joyful abandon and the crowd seems to respond. Taehyung wonders if you’re somewhere in that crowd of people, absorbed by the performance and unaware of Taehyung’s presence. He can almost see you, swaying along happily. He imagines the smile playing at the corner of your lips and how it would undoubtedly fall away as soon as you saw him.

As the song ends the audience break into applause and Taehyung scans the crowd, disappointed not to find you. As another song strikes up his attention is caught by the band: they’re proficient yes, but there’s something magnetic about them too. But it’s not them that gives him pause, it’s the song; there’s a curious melancholy edge to the tune that gives him an awful sense of dread and so he turns away.

He makes his way around, finding friends and greeting them as the band finishes and disappears. In the quiet, he looks around at the now dispersing crowd. Finally, there you are: you’re with your friends and, as he suspected, Minho, Jiho and Jiwon are all part of that crowd. Namjoon was right, Taehyung thinks as he watches you: you haven’t come with any of them. Are you still single? Does it really matter? Like Namjoon said, you were never his.

He knows he should say hello to some of the people you’re with, but he really doesn’t want to. He knows more than one of your friends despises him, but some of your friends are his seniors and this is his friend’s party, he knows shouldn’t be rude. As he’s considering how to approach, Jiho catches his eye and delivers a sharp nod before looking away. It’s not unfriendly, but nor is it friendly either, it’s a neutral look that clearly says, ‘I acknowledge you, there’s not a need for you to come over.’

Taehyung is not really surprised to find out that it’s not just some of your friends that dislike him, in fact, it seems to be universal: as soon as his presence is registered they group around you like a clutch of mother hens, shielding you from the gaze of a dangerous predator. For a moment Taehyung wonders if that’s what he is, or has been, to you.

Beside him, Jimin notices and begins to offer words of comfort before Taehyung conceals his embarrassment and pain behind a scoff at their behaviour, managing a conceited smirk. Taehyung knows how to perform the part of the nonchalant, disinterested guy, but Jimin knows him too well to buy the act.

However, your friend Jiwon, stood facing Taehyung, notices, seeing the smirk and he believes it. In reply his blood boils and his smile sinks into a scowl.

Surrounded by his friends, Taehyung takes a seat and sips the beer Jin has brought him. Some other friends, Yoongi and Hobi, have taken to the DJ booth, and the music starts back again.

In the midst of his closest friends, Taehyung still cannot relax and his attention never strays far from you. He watches as you take to the dance floor with Minho.

He hates watching you dance: you are always self-conscious and shy so your initial movements are always slow, small, a little off-beat and awkward. You always look uncomfortable, but that’s only until you lose yourself in the music and the security of the presence of a dance partner you feel safe with, then you do your thing.

It’s not that you then become some amazing dancer performing perfect choreography, but rather your body moves smoothly and the ease and happiness you feel flows through your movements and radiates beyond you. It’s almost as if you glow, and the infectious joy you feel spreads to those around you. It has always moved him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. No, that’s not the right image, there’s nothing about you that burns or is dangerous. In fact, to Taehyung, you’re the embodiment of kindness, gentleness and safety. Once he thought those qualities made you the best friend he could ever have, but maybe a little too unexciting to be a girlfriend. Now, wiser through experience, he realises that he couldn’t have been more wrong.

If he were in less pain he’d be embarrassed that he’s fallen into the cliché of endless people before him: yet another fool that didn’t know what a good thing he had until he’d lost it. As he watches you, that’s the main thought in his mind: how perfect you are and how much he’d give anything to have you back in his life.

There are other thoughts swirling too and unlike his view of you, Taehyung knows he’s far from perfect. He ought to admit that watching you dance never fails to stir a feeling low within him, causing his pants to feel too tight. That’s not the worst of it though, because it also stirs his heart and that’s far more dangerous. Watching you dance is like falling for you all over again.

So yeah, Taehyung hates watching you dance. He hates it because it reminds him how in love with you he is and how he’ll never have you. Why? It’s simple; it’s because both you and he know that he will never deserve you.

Still, even if he has abandoned all hope of ever calling you his, he can’t seem to avoid the memories of happier times when he would have called you his best friend. They haunt his days and nights; any time Taehyung is free to escape reality and is left with the quiet of his thoughts, his inner mind is filled with you.

Now, watching you dance, he thinks of how there was a time when you’d open up and blossom in his arms as you are now doing with Minho, and he’d feel all those glorious things about you up close. But the last time you two met on the dance floor the opposite had happened; you’d folded up, like a daisy at dusk, wilting before him. Then you shrank away from his touch as though it burned you, disappearing into the crowd and were lost to him, in more ways than one.

The moment was burned into his mind, the look you gave him was one of pure disappointment as you said ‘I’m done with you.’ That was it. Then you were rushing away from him. He wanted to follow you, but found his path blocked by Jiwon’s tense figure, a coiled spring of anger and judgement.

Yet, for all the pain, he watches you still. His heart stings as you dance with Minho and he falls for you all over again, his heart swelling, as he knew it would. How is he supposed to stop loving you?

You’re not dancing for long before the crowd make space for the returning band, now changed and refreshed. They move around the dance floor, greeting friends and falling in with different groups. The leader strides straight for Minho. Taehyung watches as eyes on the dance floor turn towards the man’s delicate features and handsome smile. When he reaches Minho he shakes hands and they laugh together. Taehyung holds his breath, anxious for you - he can’t see you through the crowd now, but assumes you’re shifting nervously, your dance partner gone, lost at sea. His heart skips a beat for you and he resists the urge to rush to you in rescue, reminding himself that he’s the last person you’d seek comfort from.

You come into focus as a group leave to go the bar, clearing his line of sight. The soft shifting lights cross your face in a kaleidoscope of colour and in the illumination your expression confuses him: you are tense, as he suspected, but there’s a excitement to it that he can’t place.

From beside him, he hears Jimin suck in air and he wonders why, his understanding just a beat behind his friend’s.The realisation catches up with him though as Minho leaves the dance floor and the guy turns to you, his arms closing around you and pulling you close.

It’s ok, it’s ok, he tells himself, he’s obviously a friend.

He must be, he reasons, because you’re melting into his arms which you’d never do with someone who wasn’t close to you. That thought makes his breath constrict in his chest as his heart seems to clench.

Namjoon said you were coming alone, didn’t he? So who the fuck is this fucking asshole anyway? Who booked his shitty, pretentious band for this party? Who does he think he is, swinging his guitar around? The guy’s obviously an asshole, why are you even friends with him? You hate guys like this don’t you? Fucking poser… Taehyung’s thoughts turn dark and tumble over each other in a maelstrom of panic as he continues to stare powerlessly on.

The hug breaks and before he can draw a breath of relief through his parted lips, he watches as the guy presses his mouth to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose and finally your lips. Taehyung doesn’t miss how the guy’s hand presses into the small of your back to mould your bodies together. Neither does he fail to notice how you respond, tilting your head back, your arms around his taut body, your enthusiasm matching the guy’s. Taehyung has never hated a stranger quite so instantly before.

Taehyung feels a million things at once as he watches the two of you kiss; it’s only when Jimin pulls him around in his chair, finally getting his attention, that he realises the predominant emotion coursing through his veins.

“Tae,” Jimin repeats for the sixth time, “let’s step outside,” his voice is soft and gentle and he catches the tear that drips from Taehyung’s chin and surreptitiously wipes his friend’s face.

Taehyung follows Jimin wordlessly, feeling his heart shatter in his chest. He hates how in love with you he is and how long it took to realise it. Too long, as it turned out, and now here you both are, in the same room again after so many months and somehow further apart than ever.

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In the privacy of the balcony, looking over the glittering lights of the Seoul skyline, Taehyung turns helplessly to Jimin.

“Who is he?” he asks. He doesn’t know how the answer will help, but he asks it anyway. What else can he do?

“I don’t kno-” Jimin begins before a voice from behind them interrupts, the tone dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Kim Woosung,” the voice drawls, “What else do you want to know?”

Taehyung wipes the remaining tears from his face and freezes his expression into one of stony disinterest before he turns to face Jiwon’s smirking face.

It doesn’t matter how much Taehyung wants to know about Woosung, he won’t ask Jiwon for anything. He knows Jiwon dislikes him with a violent passion. That’s actually literal because the night Taehyung broke your heart, Jiwon had laid a punch on him that was so hard it had fractured his cheekbone. Taehyung was lucky that Jungkook had caught Jiwon around the waist just as he’d swung; Jungkook’s grip held Jiwon back just enough that the blow was softened and missed its intended target of Taehyung’s nose, which would have doubtless broken in a spray of blood and agony.

“No? No questions?” Jiwon taunts, “Okey dokey. How’s the …” he thumbs the corner of his mouth, smirking, as he gestures to Taehyung’s cheekbone with a flick of his fingers.

Taehyung stares on coldly; he doesn’t show that he’s intimidated, but he is. He’s never been in a real fight in his life, it’s not in his nature to do so, but that one punch told him that Jiwon has known his fair share of scraps and knows what he’s doing when he throws his well-trained fists about.

Taehyung sets his jaw, steeling himself for what might happen yet and is surprised when they are interrupted by a very attractive, very pregnant woman, who appears behind Jiwon, “Baby, leave it,” she says gently and quietly, trying to avoid being overheard by Jimin and Taehyung, though they catch every word, “It won’t help. She’s happy, don’t waste your time.”

Jiwon beams at her, his scowling face transformed into a gentle, handsome smile, “Don’t worry baby,” he soothes before turning back to Jimin and Taehyung, “my wife to be and baby to be,” he says by way of introduction. Both Jimin and Taehyung manage to offer nervous smiles and polite nods to her which she replies to with her own shy, little nod.

Jiwon begins to turn away with his little family but can’t resist adding, “Y’know she’s far more sensible than me,” he says as he wraps his arm around his fiancée, “and I always listen to her. It’s funny how being with a good woman makes you so much better as a person - not that you’d know, eh, Taehyung-ssi?”

Blushing, his fiancée pulls him along, but before he steps back through the glass doors he calls a very distinct warning back over his shoulder, “One last thing, Taehyung - stay the fuck away from her if you know what’s good for you.”

Taehyung stares at him impassively, though his mind and heart race. When they’ve gone, he turns back to Jimin.

Jimin looks hopelessly at him, “Tae…” he says softly, not knowing how to finish.

“Who the fuck is fucking Kim Woosung?” hisses Taehyung, just as Jungkook joins them.

Jungkook ignores the question, his jaw tight with concern, “More trouble with Jiwon?” He asks, obviously remembering the same night, and the same punch. Jimin reassures him quickly and briefs him on what happened.

“Ah,” Jungkook nods, turning his attention to Taehyung, “I know a bit about this - about Kim Woosung, and about him and her - I just found out from Minho,” he explains, falling over his words with nervous energy.

With gritted teeth Taehyung braces himself, knowing whatever it is, he’s not going to like it, “Tell me.”

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Jungkook tells Taehyung everything and Taehyung was right, he really didn’t like it. In fact, once told he really didn’t want to know any of it: he didn’t want to know that Woosung was the leader of a band and an accomplished singer, songwriter and musician. He didn’t want to know that he was popular and well-liked and that even your hostile friends love him. He didn’t want to know how that you’ve actually known him for years but only really connected when you were set up anonymously through a friend so you could pet-sit for him. He didn’t want to know the cute story of how Woosung’s apparently adorable dog brought you together as a couple. He didn’t want to know that you two have been dating for months. He didn't want to know about the trips together and the meeting of each other’s families. He didn’t want to know any of it.

Yet he does, and with the knowledge looping through his mind on his own personal torture reel, he moves like a zombie through the party, numbed and disconnected, his friends shepherding him around like a lost sheep.

Much later that evening, he finds himself alone at the bar, not drunk, but definitely on his way there. He looks to his side as he waits for service and becomes aware that Woosung is beside him.

Woosung nods politely and passively at him before his attention returns to the bar, though Taehyung notices that the man’s jaw is tense, a muscle jumping slightly there despite his composure. So, Taehyung thinks, you, or one of your friends, have talked to Woosung about him. Great.

Taehyung can’t control himself - like a child with a loose tooth, he can’t help but poke at it, even though he knows it’ll only hurt, “Your band was good,” he offers dryly.

Woosung’s eyes narrow momentarily before he conceals his surprise with a fake half-smile, “Thank you.”

“Kim Taehyung,” he says nodding as he introduces himself, extending a hand.

Woosung shakes his hand briefly before dropping it in distaste; he lowers his voice as he replies so he’s only heard by Taehyung, “Kim Woosung. I know who you are. I know everything about what went down between you and my girl,” he explains and Taehyung doesn’t miss the ever-so-slight emphasis on the ‘my’.

How dare this asshole call you his girl, he’s known you 5 fucking minutes compared to the years of history you two share... Taehyung seethes. He won’t say any of that though so instead he gives a light, condescending chuckle to suggest he’s unbothered even though his gut twists, “So I’m the big villain, am I?”

“Yeah, laugh it up,” Woosung says derisively. He seems to struggle for a moment, deciding on whether he should speak or not, but ultimately he gives in to the temptation, “I don’t know whether the unbothered asshole thing is who you are or if it’s a defensive act. To be honest, I don’t give a fuck, but you should know it’s not winning you any friends. And while you’re laughing like your above it all, you should know that she’s only ever spoken well of you. She said it was nobody’s fault that you two fell out. Jiho told me the truth about what you really did though.”

Taehyung doesn’t know how to reply; he’s not surprised that you’d cover for him, but it touches and hurts him in equal measure that you did, that you’d protect him even after he hurt you so badly. His face softens despite himself.

Woosung is glad Taehyung has nothing more to say. Seeing the guy before him now, he isn’t intimidated at all; it’s clear that Taehyung’s cool nonchalance is nothing but an act. He is clearly still bothered by what happened with the two of you and that satisfies him. He hopes Taehyung is tortured by it. All that matters to Woosung is that you’re his and that you don’t care about this bastard anymore.

He looks coldly at Taehyung as Jiho appears at the bar, “I don’t think I want to spend anymore time here, imma head back,” he concludes, not even looking at Taehyung as he turns away.

“I’ll get the drinks,” Jiho offers and he and Woosung exchange a few hushed words.

Woosung seems to have second thoughts about leaving for a second, stepping back, and leaning into to Taehyung to whisper, “You should know that she regrets the years she wasted on you.”

Taehyung is struck dumb; Woosung may as well have stabbed him straight in the heart. It hurts far more than Jiwon’s punch ever did and he can only sit in silence, trying to stop the tears from falling.

“Taehyung,” Jiho intones flatly by way of greeting as he takes Woosung place at the bar, not even looking at Taehyung.

“Jiho,” he replies flatly, pulling himself together, “Joined the queue to tell me how awful I am?”

Jiho laughs, “Why would I? You already know it,” he offers bluntly.

“Jiwon seems to think I need reminding,” Taehyung replies childishly.

Jiho laughs coldly, “Yeah… can you imagine if Jiwon knew the whole truth of what went down with you two?”

Taehyung looks puzzled, “He doesn’t?”

“Na… he doesn’t,” Jiho confirms, “The party was enough reason for him and the rest of them to hate you. The only other person who knows about what happened at her apartment is Woosung because she always tells him the truth, otherwise she’s still protecting your dumb ass.”

“I get it,” Taehyung says, avoiding the point and the shame that your kindness brings him, “Everyone hates me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Jiho exhales with a roll of his eyes, “I mean, I don’t like you, but you know that. But I guess I mostly feel sorry for you, Taehyung. It was always clear that you loved her even if you were a shit friend and you fucked it for fuck knows what reason. Now she’s happy and you’re not. You’re the one stuck in a relationship with the girl you thought you should be with while you ignored the one you actual loved. It’s a bit pathetic, really.”

Taehyung says nothing, the truth of Jiho’s words cutting deeply. He forces himself to look at Jiho, and meets your friend’s cold eyes as he finds his voice, “Is she happy?” he asks without thinking.

Jiho visibly softens, his pity for Taehyung unfurling, “She really is,” he says truthfully, “She’s with the right man for her - he loves her, he respects her, he treats her well.”

The barman finishes filling the tray and Jiho passes his card over before he claps Taehyung on the shoulder firmly, “Just stay away from her, yeah? It’s best for everyone,” he doesn’t wait for a reply, carrying the drinks back to the group.

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It’s no good. Taehyung knows he should leave, knows that he should at least look away from you but he can’t take his eyes off you. You though, you don’t look at him even once, not even a glance.

Eventually, his eyes follow you as you separate from your friends, Woosung releasing your waist as you head off. He knows you well enough to know that you won’t be able to resist exploring one for your favourite galleries after hours.

Taehyung knows this gallery, how many times has he been here with you? He knows all the exhibitions here and he knows the painting on the third floor that you love. Without a second thought, he slips his friends and heads off in the opposite direction from you so as not to draw suspicion.

He decides he’ll wait for you there. He doesn’t know why; he doesn’t know what he’ll say or what he’ll do but he’s compelled to by some irresistible force.

The third floor is illuminated only by dim lights around the artworks and so it’s easy for Taehyung to blend into the shadows, unseen, sat on one of the benches, his long fingers playing with the stem of his wine glass whilst he waits for you.

It takes a while for you to arrive, almost until he’s past the point of hope, but eventually you turn the corner and you don’t even notice him, your eyes transfixed on the painting before you. He waits until you’re near, staring up at it and then places his glass silently on the floor, edging nearer to you, until he’s stood less than a foot from you, just behind your shoulder.

“Hi,” he says softly.

He watches as your body tenses, but you neither move nor respond in any other way.

“How have you been?” He asks, trying to stay on safe ground, hoping that you’ll speak to him.

You sigh then, it’s heavy, deliberate and purposeful. It says all the things you don’t deign to put into words: I have no energy for you, Taehyung; I don’t want to speak to you, Taehyung; fuck off and leave me alone, Taehyung.

He says your name softly in response, an invocation willing you to give him something, anything. It doesn’t work: you simply turn away from him and head back in the direction you came, ignoring him entirely.

He acts without thinking, reaching for you and catching your shoulder, turning you to him so he can catch you by your upper arms and hold you in place.

You look at him in absolute shock and he pleads apologetically with you, “I’m so sorry, but please don’t walk away from me. Please, won’t you talk to me?”

He releases you gently then and you immediately step back from him and begin to turn. Panicking, he reaches for you again, his hands extending towards your hands, hoping to grasp them in his hold, but they’re drawing away from him rapidly. Your palms face him, fingers splayed, as you draw them towards you, then thrust them forward forcefully, straight into his chest. It causes him to stagger backwards away from you, sliding on the smooth floor and tumbling with a crash onto his ass, and it hurts.

“Fuck…” he cries out in pain.

You finally speak then, voice trembling with your own unspoken feelings, “Don’t ever touch me again, Taehyung,” you say, walking backwards from him before you turn and practically run from him, the best you can, anyway, in your vertiginous heels.

Taehyung hangs his head in his hands and gives himself over to heartbreak for a few minutes before he collects himself. Finally, he clambers up from the floor and dusts his sore ass, head hanging low.

Its then that footsteps catch his attention; he looks up just in time to see Jiwon’s furious face before he feels the enraged man’s clenched fist make contact with his jaw, sending him crashing to his ass once more.

“What about stay the fuck away did you not understand? You fucking prick,” Jiwon spits as he closes in on him. Jiwon leans over him, grabbing Taehyung’s shirt with his left fist to hold him steady so he can aim the next blow with his right.

Taehyung grabs Jiwon’s arm with both his hands to try to free himself when more footsteps signal Minho and Jiho’s arrival. They wrestle Jiwon back, affirming to him that Taehyung’s not worth it, that it’s not what you want, that he’s not worth the trouble…

None of them spare Taehyung a second glance as they return to the party, Minho and Jiho steering Jiwon carefully as he shakes out his sore fist, leaving Taehyung to gingerly feel his aching jaw. He gives up then, lying back against the cool floor and lets the tears roll from the corners of his eyes into his hair.

On the cold floor of the gallery, Taehyung’s tears flow freely without pause. He doesn’t hear the approaching footsteps over his own sniffing.

The shape that approaches him is blurred through his tears but he’d know you anywhere.

“Taehyung,” you say softly as he hauls himself up into a seated position, wiping his eyes and trying to make himself presentable, “Did he hurt you badly?”

You always do that, he realises. You’re never vague, it’s never ‘are you ok?’ or any question he’d struggle to answer because there was too much to say. Why do you always make everything easier for him?

“I’ll survive,” he says, he tries to chuckle but only a choked sob escapes. He blinks away his tears and his heart swells again to see you looking at him with such concern. Without thinking he reaches for you and you respond instinctively, sinking to your knees in between his legs. He’s quick to envelop you in a clinging hug as he cries into the crook of your neck.

Against the warmth of your skin, and the unforgettable scent of you, he weeps all the harder, giving into long, shuddering sobs that wrack his body. In response, you do the only thing you can; you hold him all the tighter.

PART TWO: Tired of the Lies - A flashback to the night where it all went wrong

“We’re not that late,” Jiwon laughs, looking at his watch but finding the face blurry to his drunken gaze, “It’s not even 10 yet!”

“Yah!” Minho shouts, equally drunk, looking at his phone, “It’s 50 past 1, you idiot!”

“It’s 10 to 2,” corrects Jiho laconically, sleepy in his drunkenness. His arm is around you, and he squeezes your shoulder, smiling at you, sharing the same laugh at the idiocy of your drunken friends, even if you’re similarly wasted, “You guys are both idiots.”

“It’s the same thing…” whines Minho.

You, also woozy and unsteady, simply giggle softly as you reach the door of the house. You’ve forgotten why it was so important to be at this party or why you’re even here.

Luckily for all of you, the party is still in full swing and everyone seems as wasted as you. Quickly you blend in, dance, and find other friends. Eventually, Minho finds you slumped on a couch, thinking about heading home.

“Hey, just saw Jungkook, he told me to tell you Taehyung is here and was pissed off that you hadn’t come,” Minho informs you.

Ahhh, that’s why you came, you realise.

“She’s not his mother, it’s not her job to take care of him,” Jiwon sneers from him placed sprawled beside you on the couch, “He’s always demanding things of you, he’s such a prick,” he adds, turning to you.

You’re very familiar with Jiwon’s dislike of Taehyung, so you say nothing, knowing it’ll only inflame tensions, “When was this?” you ask Minho.

“Hours ago, I think,” he slurs, flumping the other side of you.

You lean back between them, “He’ll have forgotten by now,” you say lazily, “Probably found that girl he’s been hooking up with. He’ll be fine.”

Jiwon shudders, “He’s got shit taste in women.”

Minho smirks, “She’s hot.”

Jiwon laughs derisively, “And that’s it. She’ll cheat on him like she has every guy she’s dated. She’s a fucking bitch.”

Minho smiles, “Did she break your heart?”

You feel Jiwon getting tense so you put you hand on his thigh to calm him, and turn to Minho, “Dude, no,” you say firmly, “She bullied the shit out of Jiwon’s girlfriend in school, didn’t you know?”

You three discuss it for a while until Jiho appears in front of you, taking in the scene and your dazed expressions, “Time to go?” he asks.

“’m fucked,” Minho admits, whilst you and Jiwon only nod as you stagger to your feet, wobbling against each other before you turn and haul Minho up.

“Need a piss first,” Jiwon shares loudly.

“Nice,” you laugh, “Left our stuff in the kitchen, meet you at the door?”

With a grunt Jiwon ambles off and the other three of you head to the kitchen, though you all stop just outside when you hear your name being said and you pause to listen in. You place your finger to your lips and you all listen in giggling silently, drunkenly childish.

Your laugh doesn’t last long. In fact, all amusement quickly dies and your face falls. It’s Taehyung in the kitchen with the girl he’s been chasing after. She’s quizzing him about his relationship with you, suspicious of your closeness, his dependency on you and the way he was whining after your presence earlier like a baby.

“You do know she’s like, busy sucking of those guys she’s always with, or whatever, right?” the girl laughs, and Jiho eyes narrow, but you simply shake your head in disbelief.

“She’s not like that,” Taehyung replies, “They’re just her friends.”

“If she’s so perfect, why are you here with me then, Taehyung? Hm? What do you want? We’ve already fucked a bunch of times. You wanna be my man?”

“Yeah, want you,” he slurs.

Minho rolls his eyes and covers his mouth so he doesn’t laugh.

“Not her?” she taunts.

“Definitely not her,” he scoffs cruelly, and you frown a little, surprised at his tone. Jiho raises his eyebrows at you in return and the two of you share a look of confusion that he’d be so bluntly disrespectful.

“If you say so…” she says smoothly, “I just thought you had a crush on her, she’s quite pretty in the right light, I suppose.”

“Na, not to me,” he says passively, though there’s a hint that he’s losing patience with her questioning.

“Bollocks, you’re beautiful,” hisses Minho in your ear, trying to reassure you, but the pain is no less for it.

“That’s reassuring,” she snorts, “Try at least to sound like you mean it.”

“I don’t care about her,” Taehyung says sharply, “I want you. Are we gonna fuck or not? I’ve told you I’m not interested in her that way.”

She can’t seem to let it go, pushing her point, “So you’ve never seen her that way? Your best friend who you spend so much time with?”

“She’s my friend but she’s not my best friend,” he emphasises.

“Fucking liar,” Jiho mouths at you, his face a blend of shock and outrage, “He’s so fucking jealous of me.”

You know Jiho’s right, Taehyung has always proprietarily referred to you as his ultimate best friend and has always been jealous of your closeness with Jiho, or so you thought, until this conversation. Has it all been lies?

Focusing on Jiho you’ve lose the thread of what Taehyung’s been saying but you pick it up, only to hear he’s still denigrating you “…not my type. She’s boring as fuck. I think she’s probably still a virgin. I’d never go there. We’re not even that close we just hang ’cause my family expect me to look out for her.”

The second Taehyung called you ‘boring as fuck’ several things happened: you froze, shocked and seemingly unable to move; Minho disappeared to get Jiwon, knowing he’d want to be involved and Jiho barged into the kitchen. There was no thought in Jiho’s mind other than getting you out of the whole situation: he’d start with the getting out of this house and then he’d free you from each one of Taehyung’s poisonous tentacles that have ensnared you for so long.

As he enters the room, Taehyung turns, his face falling to see your friend there, panicking that he’s been overheard.

“Fucking asshole,” hisses Jiho, grabbing your jackets and turning from the kitchen. As soon as he’s back with you, he guides you forward and out of your stupor as the two of you head towards the front door.

In the kitchen, the girl smirks at Taehyung’s stricken face, “You’re so cute - it’s sweet that your bothered. Go deal with it,” she says lazily, “We’ll fuck when you get back.”

Taehyung rushes after Jiho, a vague plan of convincing him not to tell you in his mind, but his stomach plummets when he realises you are with him, crossing the make-shift dance floor. He reaches for your shoulder and you spin around, cringing away from his touch.

“You’re here,” is all he can think to say. Jiho turns too and glares menacingly at him.

Across the room, Jungkook takes in the scene, and notices Jiwon weaving his way through the crowd to get to you, Minho a little behind. Instinctively, Jungkook senses trouble and rushes forward before it all kicks off.

You laugh at Taehyung’s bewilderment, trying to keep control of yourself, but your eyes swim with hurt, “Yeah, I’m here, but I’m leaving now,” you say dryly, your voice cold and detached as you try to protect your feelings, “It’s late and I should be at home, y’know, because I’m so fucking boring…”

His face collapses, panic setting in.

You smirk coldly at the realisation settling into his face. You can’t maintain it though, you’re too hurt and embarrassed to maintain a cold act. Unbidden, a tear rolls down your cheek and your face becomes the picture of disappointment.

He opens his mouth to speak but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t,” you command, “I don’t want to hear it. Fuck you, Taehyung. I’m done with you,” you say as you turn away from him.

Taehyung reaches for you but Jiho is quick to close him arm around you, batting Taehyung’s outstretched hand away before he leads you to the exit.

Taehyung calls after you, making to follow you but he is stopped in his tracks by the growling of his name, “Taehyung!”

He turns to see Jiwon appearing on his left, with Jungkook every so slightly behind. Then came the punch.

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Outside, you lean into Jiho as he holds you in a comforting hug, murmuring kind words and refuting all Taehyung’s little cruelties.

Together you wait for both your Uber and your friends. Moments later they come staggering out of the house and trundle down the pavement towards you, muttering furiously together and Jiwon shaking his hand out.

When they reach you, Jiwon’s first words are “he’s lucky his friends threw us out. If he comes near you again, I’ll kill the bastard.”

“He’s a piece of shit,” Minho agrees, “we don’t know why you even bother with him - you have us and we love you.”

“I don’t think she will be anymore,” Jiho suggests as you smile weakly at them in thanks for their support.

“I’m done with him,” you confirm, your voice stronger than you anticipated.

“Good,” all three say in unison and you all laugh as the Uber pulls up.

“Back to mine for ramyeon?” Minho offers and the three of you accept gladly as you clamber into the car.

Powerlessly, with an ice pack held to his cheek, Taehyung watches from the doorway as the three of you climb into the car.

Jiwon’s voice echoes back to him, “My girl always says how pretty you are y’know, and that’s in any fucking light…”

Taehyung’s gut twists and his heart aches as he realises how much you heard. He stares on as the car carries you further away from him, disappearing into the thick black that comes before the dawn.

PART THREE: Just Take Me as I Am - A flashback of the visit that made everything worse.

It’s been three weeks since he saw you at that party and every day has been agony. You ignored all his texts and calls for a day or two, before blocking him on all platforms. He’s beginning to realise that when you said you were done with him, you may have been telling the truth.

Drunk as he was that night, he remembers the awful things he said about you, the childish pathetic words of a man who was desperate to get laid. He didn’t mean them, of course he didn’t. He was saying what he knew she wanted to hear. Of course, in the cold light of day, that excuse sounds pathetic even to his ears.

“We’ve been friends all our lives,” he whines to his friends, “This can’t be it, surely?”

Jimin doesn’t want to hurt his friend, but as he wraps his hands around his coffee, sipping the bitter liquid, he knows he should be honest, “What you said was pretty hurtful, Tae,” he admits, “I think she might have reached her limit.”

“What do you mean ‘reached her limit’, what does that mean?” he questions, pushing away the hot chocolate that grows cold before him.

Jungkook, beside Taehyung, gives Jimin a meaningful look, “Someone has got to tell him,” he mutters.

Jimin shakes his head but takes up the gauntlet anyway. Over the course of the next half hour he and Jungkook explain to Taehyung how your friendship seems from the outside and why they’re not surprised that you might have finally given up on him.

At first, Taehyung is deeply resentful of their critique, but as they go on, speaking as mildly and as kindly as they can, he realises the truth of their words: he does take you for granted and he often treats you badly. Never mind outsiders, he’s not even sure why you’re friends with him.

When they’re finished and Taehyung sits in the coffee shop booth in stunned silence. Jungkook gets up to order another drink and Jimin takes the opportunity to share a final thought with Taehyung.

“Tae,” he says gently, looking into his friend’s unhappy face, “I’m just going to say something that I think you need to think about. We don’t have to talk about it or anything, but I think you really should think about it…” he begins.

Taehyung knows Jimin is waiting for him to confirm he can speak. Why not? he thinks, He couldn’t feel anymore shit about himself… He nods, “Go ahead.”

Jimin takes a breath, “I think you have to really think about how you truly feel about her.”

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You lay on your bed. You’re freshly showered, you have a little make up on but you haven’t bothered to do more than throw a large tee over your body, bored after moisturising and putting your underwear on.

You look at the clock and decide you could just have a nap. You’ve just cancelled lunch with your mother; you’re unable to face telling her about your falling out with Taehyung. You’ve known him since childhood and you know she’s so fond of him that she will definitely ask and you lack the energy for the fallout and long explanation you’ll have to give about cutting him out of your life.

Now, you have hours of time before you’re due at Jiho’s for pizza night; it’s hardly a trek, your friends won’t expect you to make an effort and he only lives two floors up from you in the same building. You contemplate taking your make up off and having a nap, but then wonder who might be at Jiho’s tonight. Recently he’s taken to trying to set you up with the nicest guys he knows and some of them are undeniably hot; maybe the make up should stay on and you should make some kind of effort…

You daydream about one particularly cute guy, your thoughts giving way to fantasy as you feel the heat grow between your legs. As your hand is about the slip into your underwear you are interrupted by a distinctive knock at your door that you recognise immediately. You frown a little, getting off the bed and appraising yourself in the mirror. Deciding the tee is long enough, at least for Jiho’s eyes, you pad barefoot to your front door.

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Jimin’s words won’t leave Taehyung’s mind as he heads home from the café. Sat on the subway the words circle each other in his mind. Jimin was right about everything, he realises. The train pulls up at his station but he doesn’t move.

He remains on the train another few stops before he gets up abruptly and gets off the train. His mind is made up and practically runs in his eagerness to reach his destination.

Heart and mind racing, he slips into the apartment building with a group of old men that are shuffling along, back from their lunch: he struggles to maintain respectfulness, wanting to run past them. As soon as he is able, he heads rapidly to your floor, trying to imitate Jiho’s way of knocking in the hope you’ll just open up without checking.

It works.

“You,” you say in surprise, and he knows he’s succeeded in tricking you. You’re quick to recover yourself though, “I’m busy.”

He takes you in, his eyes lingering below the tee as they trail up your legs, “Doing what?” he asks. He moves closer to you, causing you to step back in surprise, which allows him to get into your apartment and close the door behind him.

Kicking off his shoes, he raises a brow at you, “What’s going on? You’re just never going to talk to me again? After all the years we’ve been friends?”

You huff slightly and put your hands on your hips. It causes your tee to rise up further and he can’t stop his tongue from wetting his lips.

He distracts himself by shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up when your next words strike a blow in his heart.

“I’m done with you,” you repeat coldly and the misery of that house party washes back over him.

He turns to look at you, in pain and disbelief, “A friendship like ours can’t end over one argument,” he insists.

“We didn’t argue,” you explain in a maddeningly superior and detached tone, “You spoke about me with zero respect and, to quote you, we don’t have much of a friendship, we’re only connected because you have to look out for me apparently.”

He opens his mouth to speak but you get there first, “Incidentally, that was fucking hilarious because it’s always me that looks out for you,” you scoff, “So you’re were not only fucking rude but took the absolute piss too.”

Taehyung knows you’re right, but he doesn’t linger on that. You’re giving away your true feelings now, you’re pissed off and hurt; he knows there’s a chance he can be forgiven as long as you still care.

“I didn’t mean any of it,” he says quickly, “you’re my best friend! I was being an idiot. They were all lies to get her to stop asking me about how I feel about you -” he says moving closer to you.

“I don’t care,” you say, raising your voice in frustration and refusing to meet his eyes, “I have nothing to say to you. Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter to me, you don’t get to talk about me in that way. You have no fucking respect for me. You never have. Just go.”

He’s towering over you now and you look up at him, nostrils flared in anger, “No,” he says simply, “You mean everything to me and it does matter. It couldn’t matter more! We have to fix this.”

“I don’t want to fix this!” you yell, pushing against him so you can open the door and throw him out. He doesn’t move though, instead he just catches your struggling figure in his embrace.

“I know you’re hurt,” he says softly as you struggle against him, “Let me fix it, please.”

You ease your struggling for a moment. He whispers soothing words: he tells you you’re his best friend; that he loves and respects you on a level equal with his family; that he was an idiot for lying; that he’d been worried she’d have been put off if was truthful about what you mean to him; that he’d been so, so drunk… he goes on, hoping you’re listening.

He suspects you might be relenting as your body seems to relax in his hold and so he softens his grip allowing you to move back enough to look at him, “So please, let me fix it,” he concludes.

“No,” you say, echoing his simplicity back to him.

“No?” he asks, confused, “No what?”

“No,” you repeat, looking up at him with tears threatening your waterline and your lip trembling, “No, I won’t let you fix it. I don’t know what it is you want from me, Taehyung but it doesn’t matter, I’m said I was done and I meant it.”

“I’ll never be done,” he breathes, his eyes intensely focused on your lips.

“What?” you say, clearly confused.

Realising no words will convince you and aching with need for you, he dips his head and kisses you quickly.

You don’t react at all, stood still in shocked silence, so he kisses you again.

On the third attempt to draw something from you, when his soft lips press against yours, you part your lips for him. For a moment he is relieved but then you you bite his lip sharply. He pulls back in surprise, licking the sore flesh as you eye him triumphantly.

In that moment of eye contact, something changes between the two of you and suddenly, in the most primal way, you know exactly what the other wants.

Any restraint that either of you were capable of is lost. He smirks at you and you kiss him. He’s not surprised and he kisses you back eagerly. His hands squeeze your sides and you take the hint to jump and he catches you. As your legs wrap around his waist he drives you into the door as the two of you kiss with frenzied, desperate energy.

His cock throbs in the confines of his pants and he grinds into you for relief, the moan you respond with driving him wild.

His hot mouth moves to your neck and, as he bites into you, he groans, “Fuck, I want you so fucking badly, but are you sure about this?” the question is punctuated by a forceful grind of his cock against you.

“Shut up and just fuck me, Tae,” you whisper and he’s quick comply; carrying you to your bedroom.

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When he throws you on the bed, he’s quick to pull his tee over his head and he discards it equally as fast. Yet, when he looks down at you, he pauses for a moment. Your hair is mussed; your lips red and puffy; your skin is flushed; your legs are parted enticingly and your tee has ridden up around your waist, exposing the delicate lace of your underwear.

He notices you bite on your lip, “What?” you say nervously as you watch him literally stop and stare at you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says breathlessly, surprised that your reaction is to scramble up the bed and pull the neck of your tee over your head to hide your face as you make a quiet ‘squeee’ sound of embarrassment.

You’re so adorable, he thinks, how can you be so fucking sexy one minute and so cute the next? He strips to his boxers and crawls on top of you, supporting himself on his elbows and knees as he prizes your tee out of your grip, managing to pull it gently past your eyes. He looks at you softly as he presses a kiss your forehead.

“Are you ok?” he asks gently, though he can’t conceal the teasing edge to his tone.

You nod and allow him to ease the tee further down, past your chin. As soon as your face is free, he’s quick to kiss you again but it’s a far gentler kiss than the ones that went before. A soft, perfectly synchronised kiss full of feeling and longing.

As the kiss deepens, he lowers his body on to yours, tangling your limbs together, moving onto his side and pulling you with him so he doesn’t crush you. As he kisses and grinds against you, he’s thrilled to feel you push back, seeking the same delicious friction. When you eventually break part you’re both breathless and he searches your eyes, desperate to see the reflection of what he’s feeling right now. He wants to tell you how he feels, but you look too nervous, too skittish and he’s afraid of losing the fragile connection he’s rebuilding with you so he stays silent.

“We don’t have to do this,” he says instead, just as his treacherous, desperate cock twitches against you, causing you to giggle. He’s simultaneously grateful for, and frustrated by, the two thin layers of fabric that keep his cock from touching you where he wants to most.

You tease your fingers into the back of his head, playing with the hair that curls there, “I want to do this,” you say boldly, before shyness overtakes you again and you kiss him to hide away.

He allows you your moment, happy to be kissing you again, and chases your lips with his own. Somewhere in the series of kisses, he wrests your tee from you, and can barely control his groan of lust when he slips your bra from you, his hands quickly moving to your chest, enjoying how you shudder pleasurably under his touch.

The longer you kiss, the more impatient you both become and it’s with trembling fingers that Taehyung hooks into the band of your underwear and eases them down your legs. You’re bolder than him, your hand easing into his boxers and wrapping gently around his thick, throbbing cock. He pushes hard into your grip, and hisses as you begin a firm but gentle, teasingly slow glide up and down his aching length.

His mind goes blank, and he can only gasp into your mouth, overcome by your touch. When he come back to himself, he laughs gently, “Fuck, you’re good at this…” he moans as you rub your thumb over his sensitive tip and your other hand moves to play with his balls as he roughly pulls his boxers down and kicks them off.

Time seems to stop as he loses himself in your touch, breathing deeply. He can’t believe how close he’s getting so quickly and he begs you to stop, “I’m gonna come,” he groans.

“So?” you giggle, kissing his neck, “Why not?”

He whimpers as he eases you off him, “Because I wanna come in you,” he admits as you pull away from him, “Can I?”

You roll away from a moment, reaching for the bedside table and he seizes the opportunity to wrap his hungry mouth around your nipple, nibbling gently, his tongue flicking the bud. He grins at the way your back arches and your body shivers. With a quick lick of his fingers, he slides his hand between your legs as he reattaches his mouth to your breasts, grinning at the wetness he finds there.

“So wet for me,” he moans as his searching fingers find your clit and he draws rapid circles across the sensitive nub. After a few minutes of you thrashing under his tongue and touch, your hands wrap around him and he lifts his head to look at you when he feels the scratch of foil against his skin. He raises his eyebrows at you.

“I’m not a virgin,” you say dryly, and he can only nod as he takes the condom from you.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promises as he open the packet and slips the condom on.

“I don’t want you to be,” you admit and then he’s kissing you again. The next thing either of you are aware of, you’re on your back, and he’s on top of you. He wraps his fingers around his cock, pressing against the underside, and pushes himself gently into your tight hole; you barely seems to be able to yield to him, the tension and pressure makes his cock even harder.

It’s not easy, and he pauses as you wince and hiss through your teeth beneath him as he pushes into you. You’re dripping wet for him, but you’re still so tight around him that he knows it must hurt.

“I’ll stop,” he says as you look up at him, your eyes watering a little. You look at him in betrayal, hooking your legs around him, pressing your heels into his ass as you raise your hips, drawing him into you.

He can’t help himself, the feel of you is too much, your lust for him is too addictive and so he grips your hips and drives his cock into you, pushing deeply until his balls press against your body. You both cry out, bodies shaking.

You tense around him as you adjust, your walls squeezing him, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I think I’ll come just from this,” he warns.

You giggle and that makes the clenching of your walls even more delicious, “Stop that,” he laughs before you silence him with another kiss.

As you make out, he starts to move, sliding in and out of you gently and you gasp into his mouth.

“Oh God, Tae,” you moan, “Feels so good.”

He smiles as he supports himself above you, “I know,” he agrees, pressing his forehead against yours, “You feel so fucking amazing.”

He keeps kissing you sporadically as he sets a pace, maintaining slow, deep thrusts into you.

Taehyung is on cloud nine. This is the best he’s ever felt. He knows he can only have been fucking you for minutes but it feels like hours, it’s the closest he’s ever felt to another person. In so many ways, you’ve always felt like an extension of himself, of his soul really, and now his body is at one with yours. He didn’t realise until now how much he needed this. He didn’t realise he felt incomplete until he found the completeness of being inside you.

This is everything to him, a perfect mix of rhythm and discord: the breath passing from his mouth to yours is raggedly uneven, contrasting with the fluid synchronicity of his cock driving into you whilst your hips roll to meet each thrust.

“I want this to last forever,” he moans against your lips, with another deep roll of his hips. His hand moves between you, working your clit as your body writhes beneath him, “and I want to make you come,” he moans, “wanna see it.”

“Don’t stop,” you beg, your eyes desperate and he realises you’re close.

“I won’t,” he promises, “I’m gonna give you everything, can you take it?”

“I can take it,” you whimper, raising your hips to meet him as he speeds up his thrusts, making you almost scream.

“Good girl,” he praises, dropping his head into the crook of your neck as he pounds into you, “That’s my girl.”

You clench around him at the praise, and come undone beneath him, clinging to his biceps as you moan for him, your cries almost a wail. He lifts his head in time to catch your your expression: your smile, the way you bite your lip, your desperate gasps. I did that, he thinks, I’ve made her come. I’ve made that beautiful reaction happen.

The tightening and spasming of your walls around him is almost enough for him and he forces himself to withdraw from you.

“Can you take more?” he pants slightly, as you come down from your high.

“I can, please keep going, come for me” you say breathlessly, gently pushing his sweaty hair from his face tenderly.

He drinks you in, the glow of sweat on your prettily flushed skin, your eyes wide and sparkling for him… This is it for him. You’re everything he’s ever wanted. He doesn’t berate himself again for not knowing sooner, instead his simply resolves that he’s never going to let you go.

“You’re so perfect,” he says, thrusting back into you without warning and snapping his hips into you desperately, setting a new rapid pace. You moan out in surprise and it drives him wild; he hammers into you unrelentingly in reaction, and you can’t contain your cries.

“Fuck,” he groans as your still-spasming walls clench around him, making the drag and thrust of his movements more of a strain, but he only fucks you harder as your eyes begin to water at the overstimulation.

Taehyung pants as he fucks you in total bliss; all he wants now is to come inside you and he curses the need for protection. He promises himself that he’ll earn your trust soon so he can fuck you raw and fill you with his cum.

He can’t get over the feeling of being inside you. The tightness that grips around him is like you’re walls have been moulded to perfectly grip his cock; the wonderful heat of you that is both comforting and so fucking arousing; the way your spasming walls pulsed around him when you came… It’s too much, you’re too perfect and he knows that this, being with you, being inside you, is the best he’s ever going to feel. In this one moment, you are ruining him forever. After this, nothing and no one will ever compare to you.

“Fuck,” he cries out, “I’ve never been this fucking hard,” he moans as he drives you into the mattress, your hands fisting the sheets as you shudder weakly, utterly spent. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so he as much as he wants to make this last, he doesn’t. He tells himself that he has a lifetime ahead now to fuck you and so he focuses on chasing his high.

He abandons all rhythm and restraint as he pumps into you; hitting you so deeply in so many good places that all you can do is scream for him and cry out as another orgasm takes you by surprise.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you cry out and it’s the sound of you coming undone for him and your convulsing walls that pushes him over the edge. He gives in to his approaching orgasm and it wipes him out, crashing through his body with the force of a tidal wave. His vision whites out and his hearing fades. Every single fibre of his body is focused on the blissful feeling of release as he shoots his cum into the condom. His mind goes blank and he collapses on you, keeping his cock deep inside you.

After a few seconds, his mind clears and he’s aware of you calling to him, telling him he’s crushing you. He gently eases himself out of you, handling the condom carefully and tying it before he discards it. Then he rolls off you, pushing his sweaty hair from his forehead.

“Fuck, that was beyond amazing,” he grins as he eases himself next to you on the bed. Lying on his side, he runs his finger up and down the bone between your breasts, feeling the hot moistness of your sweaty skin as he kisses your temple before his finger travels to your jaw and he guides your face to his so he can kiss you tenderly. As your soft lips part from his you wince, moving your legs carefully, clearly sore after the pounding you’ve taken from him.

“I have to clean up,” you say, throwing the oversized tee back on and staggering to the bathroom.

Taehyung, full of joy, smiles at you stupidly as you totter out; he’s giddy with happiness. When you’re gone, sated and peaceful, he stretches out and falls into a gentle slumber.

He only wakes when you return to the bedroom, body wrapped in a towel, wet hair dripping down your skin. He stretches his arms out, inviting you back into his embrace. You laugh gently and it’s the best sound he’s heard; it’s a melody he wants to soundtrack his days with.

You throw a clean towel at him, “Get a shower, for fuck’s sake,” you giggle.

He bounds from the bed, pulling you into a long kiss before he departs for the shower, laughing as you slap his naked ass as he passes you. He can’t help but wonder if you’ll go another round when he gets out.

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Taehyung smiles at himself as he wipes the steam from the bathroom mirror. He’s happier than he’s seen himself in a long time.

As he pushes his damp hair back from his face, he spies the reflection of the clock and smiles again. It’s late but not too late: there’s more than enough time for you two to go out to dinner. It could be a date, he thinks, your first date… then you can come home and fuck all night. He can’t wait to taste you, or to feel your mouth around his cock… He shudders pleasurably and as he feel his cock stir he forces sex from his mind, turning to thoughts of dinner. You two have all the time in the world now and it’s crucial you realise his feelings for you, not just that he wants to fuck you.

Where to go? He plans as he dries his body, What will you want to eat? What will make you happiest? His mind immediately recalls your favourite tteokbokki place and as soon as he does, his heart swells again.

You ate at that pub regularly with your other friends, to the point where it made him quite jealous. Taehyung knew you had other friends than him and he tried not to let it bother him, you two weren’t attached at the hip so he couldn’t really complain. Nonetheless, this one pub seemed to pop up over and over again on your Instagram feed and a quiet jealousy about it built in him. His peevish, petty comments about it eventually caught your attention and so one day, you took him there: just the two of you.

Jealous as he was, he was reluctant when you suggested it; tteokbokki is often far too hot for his tastes and he didn’t want to be laughed at while he fanned his mouth desperately. But you’d simply pointed both your thumbs at yourself and smiled cheesily, the code meaning ‘trust me’ between you, since you were children, part of a whole secret language only the two of you share.

When he arrived with you, he was surprised to be greeted by the sweet ahjumma that ran the tiny place as if she anticipated his coming. The tteokbokki he received was far milder and more delicious than any he’d had before. It was only when you nipped to the restroom that he realised why, the owner sneaking over to make a point of telling him that you’d helped her out of a tight spot and the only payment you’d accept was that she’d make special mild tteokbokki for your friend whenever you brought him. He couldn’t believe it and yet he completely did at the same time; it was typical of you and everything he loves about you.

Did he love you then? Now he realises that he did, and he’s amazed that he didn’t know at the time. He’s just as amazed that he also failed to realise that you loved him. Of course you do, how else could you be so perfect for him? How else could you be so wonderful?

So, tteokbokki it is, he decides as he comes back into your bedroom. He expects to find you dressed, so he’s surprised to see that your hair is still in a towel and you’ve wrapped a robe around yourself as you sit on your bed, your phone in your hand.

You’re staring down, so he can’t read your face, but the confusing scene does little to dampen his enthusiasm. He pulls on his clothes, which you’ve neatly folded for him, waiting for you to say something.

“So,” he says cheerily, doing his belt up, “I was thinking we could get dinner together? That tteokbokki place you love so much?”

You look up at him then, a detached emptiness in your eyes, “Aren’t you already late for dinner?” you say flatly, glancing at the shiny black rectangle which lies on the bedside table.

Taehyung’s world implodes.

The memory of his plans for this evening crash over him like icy water, dowsing him in cold reality: the moment he decided he had to see you all other thoughts left his mind, they all flood back now though.

He’s late for the date he has already planned with his girlfriend. The girlfriend you don’t know about. The girl he intends to break up with to be with you. The girl from the party.

He panics, not knowing how to explain, his mouth opening and closing desperately, like a fish out of water, as he fumbles for words.

“Don’t bother,” you say numbly, your expression blank, “I understand exactly what’s happened. Just get out, Taehyung.”

“No, no,” he says desperately, moving towards you, “You don’t understand, it’s not like it seems -”

You pick up his phone and sling it at him. It’s a surprise and though his quick reflexes allow him to catch it, he drops it straight away in sweaty-palmed nerves.

As he suspected, when the phone hits the carpeted floor, the screen lights up he sees the range of notifications from his very annoyed girlfriend, desperate to know where he is and more than a little pissed off to find herself sat waiting at a restaurant without any sight of him.

When he stands back up, you’ve slipped out of the room unseen and he finds himself alone.

“Fuck,” he cries aloud, calling your name desperately as he strides through your apartment, rushing to the living room where he hears movement.

Your front door is open. Stood in the doorway, jaw set and eyes burning angrily, stands your neighbour and other best friend, Woo Jiho.

“Time to go, Taehyung,” he states plainly, “You’ve overstayed your welcome, you absolute piece of shit.”

Jiho steps inside the apartment and kicks Taehyung’s shoes out into the hallway before he steps to the side, indicating for Taehyung to leave with a patronising flick of his hands.

What else is there to do? Taehyung thinks, moving past Jiho silently and slipping his feet into his shoes over the worn-in backs. He doesn’t pay attention to Jiho’s scowling face. Taehyung’s mind is focused on you and you only: he is strategising what to say to you next, and what he can do to fix things with you, biting on his lip as his brain whirrs.

“Hey,” Jiho says, calling him to attention and throwing Taehyung’s jacket at him.

“Let me stop you there,” Jiho says perceptively, watching Taehyung carefully, “you can quit planning your next douchebag move. She called me here to get rid of you. She’s been very clear that she’s just made the worst mistake of her life with you and she never wants to see you again.”

Taehyung can’t process the information quickly enough to react before Jiho starts speaking again.

“And let me make something else clear,” Jiho continues, “All of us, all of us who really care about her, are fed up of you and your bullshit constantly pulling her down. You’re not a friend, you’re not even a man, you’re just a fucking parasite feeding off her. You always have been. I’m glad she’s finally rid of you.”

Pathetically, Taehyung trots out his only defense, “She’s my be-” he begins but finds himself cut off as Jiho preempts him again.

“No, no, no. You are not her best friend, I am. This is what real friendship looks like. So if any part of you has something resembling a conscience, then you’ll fuck off and leave her alone.”

Taehyung opens his mouth to respond but Jiho is already slamming the door shut in his face.

Stunned, confused and numb, Taehyung staggers from your apartment block. It takes him weeks to process what’s happened but eventually he gets the message after endless signs: you block his number; the doorman refuses his entry to your building; his desperate attempt of writing to you is returned unopened. The final warning is the biggest surprise though, and the one that make him cease his constant attempts to contact you.

Anyone who knows anything about Taehyung knows how much family matters to him. It’s well known that loves and respects his father deeply and so when his dad calls him and asks him to come to dinner, Taehyung is quick to accept.

At dinner, of course his father asks after you, your families have been close all your lives and your fathers are best friends. Taehyung finds it hard to respond let alone to explain. His father simply nods as though he was expecting such a nervous reaction.

He then states the purpose of the dinner and Taehyung is mortified when he’s told that your father has asked Taehyung’s to tell his son to stay away from you. He’s grateful to find that neither of your parents seem to know the full details, but they know enough to understand you’re friendship is destroyed and to suspect that Taehyung is at fault, which he doesn’t deny.

By the end of the meal, Taehyung had confessed everything and is in tears, pouring out to his father every single thought and feeling he has.

His father comforts his broken son, tries to ease his pain with gentle pats and understanding words. He can’t humour Taehyung’s delusions that everything will be ok though: Taehyung might believe that if he could just talk to you and make you see how he feels that then you two will be together and all will be right with the world. Taehyung is a romantic, but this is one romantic ideal too far - it’s simply not going to happen. So, though it breaks his heart to do so, he pushes Taehyung to understand and to accept that you are well and truly lost to him.

It works: Taehyung does understand. He understands that you neither want to see him nor hear from him and that your friendship is over. Yes, he understands, but he doesn’t accept it. Deep in the recesses of his mind, Taehyung believes that one day, he’ll make things right with you.

PART FOUR: Make You Happy - It’s time to finally confess

On the bench he sat on earlier in that deserted section of the gallery whilst he waited for you, Taehyung now sits beside you, holding your hands in his.

He is finishing explaining all the things he wanted to tell you. It’s overwhelming; what began as some sort of verbal love letter enumerating all the ways he loves you melted into a comprehensive catalogue of every single thing you’ve done for him that he’s valued and failed to show. In turn, that gave way to a list of every tiny mannerism and detail of your personality that he adores, all the in-jokes he can no longer tell, the unique language that you share that now dies on his tongue.

You feel like you’re stood on the shore, clinging on to a breaker, whilst unrelenting wave after wave batters you; it’s all too much. It’s too much ti take in and too much to process. Still, you know he needs to speak and he needs to be listened to and so you push those feelings aside and you are who needs you to be, as you always have been.

Taehyung realises he’s overwhelming you, he knows this is too much for anybody but he can’t contain himself. Finally, he’s found the words that he’s never been able to find before and they rush from him like a tapped spring; an almost violent torrent of pure feeling and meaning. He tells what you have meant to him, how grateful he is for all the love you showed him over so many years, for all the things you did for him and how much he’d taken it for granted.

“You are the best friend anyone could ever have and I love you,” Taehyung concludes as he takes in your stressed expression.

He knows he’s pushing things too far. He knows you have a boyfriend, that he has a girlfriend. He knows he should stop. After so many years of being ignored though, Taehyung’s heart has finally been heard and fights to continue; it begs him to take the risk of telling you the whole truth.

With a deep breath, slowly and deliberately, he takes the plunge, “I love you so fucking much, as a friend, always, but also, as more,” his voice shakes as he builds his courage, “The truth is that I am so in love with you. I never knew it was possible to feel so much for someone. It’s the strongest and most pure and most painful thing I have ever felt, but it’s so real. I love you. I need you to know that.”

You look pained, your mouth twisting uncomfortably, “Taehyung, please don’t…”

“I know, I know you have a boyfriend,” he interrupts, becoming a bit frantic in his desperation not to let you slip further from him, “I know it’s not simple. I know that. But let’s just make it simple for a moment, yeah? I don’t expect anything from you other than for you to be honest with me. You still love me too, right? You do, don’t you? You’re still in love with me?” he almost begs.

He can’t decipher the look you give him, your eyes wide and welling with tears.

“Tell me the truth,” he says, trying to sound strong, “I can take it. Just be honest with me.”

Your words are a hoarse whisper and you can’t look at him, staring instead at your joined hands, but he hears each word ring out as clearly as the peel of church bells, “I’m sorry Tae, but I don’t.”

It’s a blow, but not a surprise after how he’s behaved, so he quickly recovers, “I understand, I’ve treated you so badly. But do you think you could love me again? The way you used to? They way that I love you? That we could have it back?” he pleads.

You hesitate, your face the very picture of guilt. He watches you struggle, he knows that you’re debating whether you can bring yourself to say what want to. He understands, you’re a good person, you don’t want to betray Woosung, but Taehyung will help you. He’ll knows he can be the man you needed him to be - he can give you strength. He can make you happy.

“Just tell me,” he encourages with a warm smile, “Whatever it is, it’ll be ok. We’ll get through it. Just tell me.”

You swallow and blink and the tears run down your face, “Taehyung, I’m so sorry,” you begin, trembling as the tears flow fast and thick, “But you’ve got this wrong. I, um, I - Fuck! I can’t say it!” you cry in pain and frustration.

“Please,” he says softly, “We’ve come so far tonight, please just tell me the truth. It will be ok.”

You counter with your own plea, “Please don’t make me…” you weep.

Taehyung wipes your tears away with the gentlest touch of his thumb, pleased that you don’t flinch from him. He softly breathes your name, “I’ll make it as easy as I can for you… Do you think that you could love me again?”

You scrunch your eyes closed and steel yourself before you rush out the words as though that makes it somehow easier, “I never did.”

It knocks the breath from him and he gasps. His hearing seems to disappear and the room starts to spin. He grabs the edge of the bench to steady himself. It takes a moment before he’s able to look at you, when he does you look back at him in concern, embarrassment and guilt and he realises it’s true.

Somewhere, somehow, he misunderstood everything. This moment right now is the actual plain truth. You, the best friend he has ever had, the one person he has loved with absolute certainty and with everything he has to give, do not love him back. Not only do you not love him back but you have never loved him.

Tears blind him as he looks at your own teary eyes, “Please explain,” he sobs.

“Taehyung…” you plead, begging him not to make you.

“When we -” he begins, turning to you and grasping your hands again, grateful that you don’t pull away, “That time, when we… I thought… I was so certain…Please, I need to understand.”

You take a deep shuddering breath and squeeze his hands gently, forcing yourself back into the role of being what Taehyung needs you to be, “Ok, I’ll start at the beginning…”

You do. You start at your teenage years and carry on all the way to the fateful day at your apartment. As you speak, Taehyung’s understanding grows slowly, like the dawn breaking; yet with every moment that the horizon of his understanding lightens, it melts away the fragile hope he cleaves to, as delicate as frost on a blade of grass. The more you talk the more he realises how wrong he’s been and that he’s never once had your love.

You explain, in clear and devastating detail, your perspective of your entire history with Taehyung, and it could not be more different from his own. The picture you paint is a bleak one. It’s clear your teenage years were as he remembered them, best friends, as thick as thieves. Yet as you grew up, he assumed you still had the same devotion to him, but instead you explain that he became a burden to you. You don’t use those exact words but he knows that it’s what you mean. Suddenly the picture Jimin and Jungkook painted becomes even more worse. You explain that you two grew apart, that he became selfish, focused on himself and his needs only and somehow you and what you wanted just melted away and lost all significance to him.

In the gentlest way you can, you tell him that over time, the expectation that you would always be there for him without much support back became exhausting. The bond forged between you as kids meant that you’d always do what was needed, would always answer the late night calls and show up, but you looked elsewhere for friendship and support.

It breaks his already shattered heart further to realise that you had gone through so many things he didn’t know about, stressful things, awful things, and he never even knew about any of them. Why would he? Not only didn’t you trust that he’d be there for you, you also no longer needed or even wanted to turn to him; you had other, better friends who were there for you.

He feels a fool, all those times he thought you didn’t want to be around him because he was with a girl and it hurt you to see him with someone else, you were really just wanting to get back to your own dating life, your own boyfriends - a whole life and series of relationships Taehyung knew nothing about. All the time he thought you were in love with him, you were just being polite, nursing your own crushes, all without a word to him.

He is so embarrassed when he learns that one time when he refused to eat for days after a particularly bad break up and Namjoon called you to help you’d had a boyfriend then. He’s horrified to realise that while you sat with him, feeding him cup noodles you’d made especially mild for him, just like that tteokbokki, that another man was sleeping in your bed, waiting for you to return.

That night he had felt so loved, now he realises you must have been watching the minutes tick by, waiting until he was in a fit state so you could leave him and return to your own life. His face burns with humiliation. He feels such an idiot: a blind, stupid idiot, and he tells you as much.

“You’re not an idiot,” you say kindly, squeezing his hands.

He squeezes back with a watery smile. He knows the time is rapidly approaching where he’ll need to loose his grip and let go of you, but right now he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to do it.

“I’m sorry to ask this,” he says carefully, “but if that’s how you felt, how you feel, then why did you, y’know, why did…” he struggles to be delicate.

As ever, you know him so well that you know what he means and when to rescue him from his struggles, “Why did I have sex with you?” you ask plainly, and you both laugh awkwardly.

Taehyung’s laugh is laced with pain though, your understanding is just another reminder of how well you know him and the contrast with how little he really knows you is unbearably painful.

“Is it ok to ask that?” he questions, gently. He is speaking so softly now, in his deepest, most breathy timbre. He dances around you like you’re some skittish wild creature that could dart away at anytime and he is terrified of you fleeing from him.

You blush slightly but nod, “Yeah, of course it is,” you reassure, “we’ve come this far, right?”

When you swallow your awkwardness you admit that you’ve always had a crush on him, ever since you were teenagers. He’s quick to interrupt to reassure you that it’s always been mutual, that some big, unspoken thing has always loomed over your friendship.

You smile gratefully, “After what happened at the party, I think I knew we were reaching the end of things for our friendship. Not just because of what happened, but because I was so tired of being that person for you at my own expense…” you pause as you think, and he just nods slightly in encouragement, “If I’m really honest, at the time I didn’t think about it. I had decided before you came over that I was done. I knew that we were going to end up going our separate ways and then, when you were there and when you kissed me the reality of that sunk in, I guess. I remember that I suddenly felt horribly sad, like kind of grief-stricken, that there was going to be this massive change in our lives and I just wanted to be close to you again.”

Taehyung smiles awkwardly, “Was it a pity fuck?” he winces, praying that it was anything but.

“Oh God no!” you exclaim, “Never! No, in that moment all the friendship we’ve shared and every feeling I’ve ever had for you and just overtook me and I couldn’t be close enough to you. Honestly, in that moment I’d have crawled inside your skin to be closer to you - I couldn’t get enough. I needed you so badly. Obviously, a fair whack of lust was in there too. I promise you that there was nothing fake about it! I didn’t do or say anything that wasn’t true and real at the time.”

Taehyung offers you a weak smile in thanks for your honesty, “If it hadn’t ended the way it did what would you have done? Would you have said it was all a mistake?”

You bite your lip, “I don’t know,” you admit.

“But you do think it was a mistake?” he presses.

“Yes, I do,” you admit, “but I think whatever had happened next, even if it hadn’t immediately gone wrong, it would have ended badly anyway. It just wouldn’t have worked out, I think it was inevitable.”

Taehyung is surprised by your pessimism; it’s the first thing you’ve said that doesn’t quite ring true. Still, when he studies your face you look genuine and he has to remind himself that he doesn’t know you as well as he thought he did.

“I’m still sorry that things went down that way,” he adds.

“I know,” you smile kindly, “It was shit that years of friendship almost ended that way.”

He’s confused, “Almost?”

You smile again, it’s the smile he loves the most. The reassuring smile that has always said, Trust me, Taehyung, I know best, everything is going to be ok. You nod, “Almost. This conversation happening now, this was the way our friendship should have ended. This is the end it deserves.”

You always choose your words carefully. Taehyung knows that and so your final word crushes the fragile hope that had begun to grow in his heart again: when you said ‘should have ended’ he hoped for a different outcome, a new chance, but then that present tense squashed all hope flat.

‘The end it deserved’ would mean your friendship now needs a new ending, or no ending at all. ‘The end it deserves’ however is final. You are saying, as plain as day, that this conversation marks the end of your friendship with Taehyung.

“I see,” he offers sadly, forcing himself to look at you, “I understand what you’re saying.”

Tears roll down your cheeks, “Thank you,” you manage to say, your voice cracking on the final syllable.

From there everything is a blur. You say your final words to each other, mundane excuses about the time and needing to get back to your friends, all of them are meaningless compared to what has been said. He finds he is unable to move and watches as you fix the mascara stains on your face and slip your shoes back on. Then, suddenly, you’re gone and Taehyung feels more alone than he ever has before.

He has no idea how much time passes, it could be minutes or hours, but then Jimin appears beside him. He knows you will have sought his friend out and directed him to Taehyung, knowing he’d be able to offer some comfort. It’s your final act of kindness, your final act of friendship.

Jimin says nothing, only sitting beside Taehyung, taking his hand in his and moving close enough that his friend can rest his tired head upon his shoulder and cry out the tears he has left.

PART FIVE: Let Go - Can either of you find peace?

“Why are we talking about this again?” you ask. You’re not annoyed, you rarely are with him, but you are confused, both by the questions and their repetition.

“Please could you just humour me?” Woosung implores.

You withdraw your legs from his lap and curl in on yourself on the couch. Mechanically you intone all the details of your conversation with Taehyung. You don’t omit, varnish or reframe one moment of the whole conversation. You tell him everything that happened exactly as you remember it, everything that Taehyung said and everything you said in response. You’ve done all of this before, from when you laid it all out straight after it happened and then many times more over the course of this weekend.

“It doesn’t feel right,” Woosung explains when you’ve finished.

“What doesn’t feel right?” You ask, a hint of worry creeping into your tone, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he reassures, a little flatly, “Of course not.”

“Well?” you ask, smiling nervously, “I know you, Woosung. We’ve been together long enough for me to know that you’re not telling the truth. You know what it is that doesn’t feel right to you but you’re not telling me. I don’t know why you won’t say, but if you’re going to keep asking me to go over this Taehyung thing again and again, you’re going to have to be more honest.”

You don’t get the reaction you expect. You thought he might frown in irritation at being called out, or even laugh it off. He doesn’t though, instead he simply looks at you sadly, his expression both a little lost and pained. There’s a strangeness in his look that you can’t place, but your body reacts instinctively, picking up on a threat your mind can’t decipher: your heart constricts and you feel the beginnings of panic.

“If I say it,” he begins, “I can’t take it back and it will become real.”

You’re more than a little panicked now as you worry about what may come next, “Then don’t say it,” you say, a little desperate yourself, “just put it from your mind and we’ll forget all about it.”

“I can’t. I think we have to do this,” he admits.

You shake your head sadly, “Where is this heading?” you ask, your voice strangled, “I suddenly have this awful feeling of dread… I really don’t like this. Can we just leave it and move on?”

He smiles at you, it’s meant to be reassuring but it’s too forced, and it has the opposite effect, causing your nerves to spike, “I feel it too. I’ve been feeling it since you spent all day yesterday crying while you processed what happened with him. If we don’t talk about it, it’ll come between us. You know it will,” he pauses, his eyes searching yours, looking for your consent for him to you on.

“I understand,” you finally offer, your voice meek and your eyes welling with tears. You feel like he’s leading the two of you to a precipice. It feels that the smallest misstep could cause you to slip and be lost over the edge.

“The way you were with Taehyung doesn’t make sense to me at all,” he begins, “everything about how you reacted to him and the things you said to him… I don’t know, it just seems to me like you do have feelings for him.”

“Woosung,” you state nervously, really not liking where the conversation is heading, “of course I have feelings for him. He was one of best friends for a long time. I’ll always love him in that way. But it’s not romantic love. It’s the kind of love someone has for a distant great aunt or something. I’ll think of him fondly, but I don’t want to spend time with him.”

“I think you’re the one not being honest now,” Woosung states plainly. You open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off, “Not deliberately, but I think you’re lying to yourself. I think you are in love with him. I think you always have been and you’ve always been too afraid to face it, just like him.”

You can only stare at him. Your whole body feels tense and so you get up off the couch, standing beside it and bouncing on your feet slightly to try and rid yourself of your nervous energy, “How am I supposed to defend myself against that?” you half-yell, half-groan, “Let me be clear - I think it’s absolute horseshit. I am not in love Taehyung and I never have been! But if you decide to believe that I’m in denial then there’s no way I can ever convince you, is there?”

Woosung says nothing and you feel your temperature rise, anger beginning to take over, “What’s the endgame here, hm?” you ask, gripping the back of the couch with one hand, your tone much colder than you would ever normally use with him, “What exactly is it that you’re trying to achieve?”

“I’ve pissed you off,” he says stating the obvious, “I didn’t mean to. But I guess I’m angry too. All those things he told you, all this fucking obvious love he has for you… Don’t you want that? All your teenage dreams come true? Don’t you want to be with him when he knows you so well and is as in love with you as any person could be?”

Your lip trembles, “My teenage dreams? You’re being ridiculous. I’m not some love-struck kid! How can you ask me that? I’m with you. You are my boyfriend and it’s you that I’m in love with. I thought you loved me?” Your voice cracks on the final question and a tear escapes. For the first time since Woosung told you he loved you, you doubt him.

“I do, but I can’t compete with him,” he says dully, retreating within himself.

You explode, all the pain of the last couple of days and your fear at Woosung’s behaviour coming together and bursting from you, “How is it a competition?” you almost shout, “We’re together, you and me, I am not with Taehyung. How is he coming between us right now? This is so silly, it’s all a big deal over nothing!”

Woosung bounds from the couch himself to face you as his anger begins to match your own. The couch now acting as a barrier between the two of you. “Now I know you’re lying!” he yells, “And if you can’t see that you’re lying to yourself and me, you’re being really stupid and you’re anything but… I can’t even fucking look at you right now,” he says looking at the ceiling.

“Why?” you fire back, “Why can’t you look at me?”

He glares at you with such open hostility that you flinch, it’s such a hard look that you take it for rage, not understanding that it’s pure, ugly jealousy, “Because even now, your eyes are still red and puffy because you spent an entire day crying over something you claim is ‘nothing’…” he spits sarcastically.

“I don’t understand what I am supposed to say,” you offer weakly. The flames of your anger are quelled; the blazing inferno of his anger has sucked all the oxygen from the room.

“Tell me you weren’t crying because you can’t have him. Tell me that you weren’t crying because you wish you chose him not me,” he challenges.

“Fuck, Woosung,” you huff in irritation, “There’s not a choice to be made - and if there were, I would always choose you!”

“You didn’t choose me when you fucked him! I know we weren’t together then, but I was in your life hanging around Jiho’s desperate to see you! It was fucking obvious that I liked you, but you were so fucking oblivious! Why? Because apparently you always are! Oblivious to how Taehyung really feels, oblivious to how you really fucking feel! God you and him really are made for each other - both of you as fucking clueless as the other!”

Woosung draws a quick breath before he continues on his rant, “Tell me honestly, what if he’d broken up with his girlfriend before he fucked you and confessed everything then? Would you have told him that you didn’t love him or would it be him and you here now instead of us? Except you two probably wouldn’t be arguing, would you? You’d be all snuggled up and speaking in that stupid fucking secret language of yours or fucking each other’s brains out,” he spits out.

You’re in shock. Your anger pounds away inside you and you want to scream back at him, but you won’t do it. You won’t make it worse. Your terror at the thought of losing him outweighs your anger, no matter how righteous it is.

“I’m sorry for the way I am,” you say carefully, not allowing anger to creep into your voice, “I am sorry that it took us so long to get together because I didn’t realise you liked me. I’m sorry that I am so slow to catch on. I don’t know what I am supposed to say. Taehyung said what he said. I said what I said. Then I came straight to you and I told you everything. I’m sorry that it isn’t good enough for you.”

Your words do nothing to soothe his fears, “So am I,” he says, “But can you just answer the question? If he didn’t fuck up after he fucked you, would you be with him now? Be honest with me.”

You do think about it before you answer him. You owe him that. You remember the night spent with Taehyung and you think of how it felt at the party, his hands in yours, as he opened his heart to you, “I don’t know,” you admit.

“If you don’t know whether or not you’d be with him now,” Woosung says, his voice sharp, “Then how can you say for certain that you don’t love him and never have?”

You meet his eyes and see the fury and pain swirling there and you know he’s right. You didn’t spend the whole of yesterday crying just because of the shock of Taehyung’s revelations. You know you were weeping for yourself too. Sometime yesterday, lost in your own tears, you began to suspect that one of the reasons that it felt as though your heart was breaking in your chest was because you might actually be in love with Taehyung. In fact, you’re beginning to suspect you do love him, and maybe that you always have.

You’re not sure what the truth is yet, but to say you feel nothing is a lie: you won’t lie to Woosung. You can’t lie to him.

“Tell me you’re certain that you don’t live him,” he repeats.

“I can’t,” you admit.

“I knew it,” he exhales with hollow satisfaction.

“Does it really make any difference though?” you ask carefully, tiptoeing around his pain, “Imagine I did have feelings for him? What does it really matter? It’s all done. We’re not even friends anymore. It’s all over. You and I are together, aren’t we? It won’t come between us.”

He scoffs, “It’s coming between us right now… He’s coming between us. You’re not choosing me, you’re avoiding making a choice and sticking to what you know and what’s safe. I’m just the safety option.”

Your lip trembles, “That’s not true. I love you.”

He raises an eyebrow, “You also love him.”

You look at him hopelessly, “That is not what I’ve said! What can I say to make this better?”

“Nothing,” he says with a heavy sigh, “You can’t say a fucking thing,” he runs his hands through his hair in frustration as you look at him desperately.

“I need some air,” he says as he suddenly strides away from you, heading to the door and grabbing his keys and jacket. Without looking at you, he jams his feet into his shoes and then he’s gone.

You know he won’t be back today, and you can’t help but fear he might never come back. You collapse to the floor and cry and cry and cry, without thought or understanding. All you know is that there is so much pain inside you and this is how it has to come out: I t’s too much to bear.

You’re so numb to everything that you don’t hear the knock at the door a little while later, nor the sound of the person letting themselves in, nor do you hear them call your name. You don’t react when gentle arms close around and lift you to the couch, pulling you into a comforting embrace while you let it all out.

“It’s ok, it’ll be ok,” he says soothingly, stroking your hair, “I saw Woosung in the parking garage, he didn’t say much but I guessed you guys fought, we can talk when you’re ready.”

You sniff, “Thank you for coming to check on me,” you say between tears, your voice thick.

“I guess it was about Taehyung?” Jiho asks and you nod, the tears flowing thicker.

“What a fucking mess, eh?” he sighs and you nod again.

“Cry it out,” he says, “Cry it out and then we’ll talk about it later and decide what to do.”

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It’s two weeks before Woosung agrees to speak to you again. You meet at a restaurant, have an awkward dinner and, over two courses that you both pick at, barely eating, you agree that you need to move past this mess you’re in.

By the time dessert arrives you are speaking more freely and there’s a gentle optimism between you that you can come back from that vicious argument and that you can get past everything that happened with Taehyung.

Later, after dinner, you lay beside each other in your bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Woosung…” you say softly, your tone gentle and encouraging.

He doesn’t reply.

“Woo-” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t,” he says numbly, “I don’t want the clichéd conversation that it happens to everyone at some point… I don’t want to hear it.”

You don’t look at him, knowing he’s embarrassed and that he doesn’t want you to, “I’m sorry,” you almost whisper, “I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong.”

That at least touches him, and his tone softens when he replies, “It’s not your fault that I can’t get it up,” he groans, humiliated.

You both say nothing for a moment. Woosung looks around the room, trying to take his mind off the awkwardness, or trying to think of what to say next, he’s not really sure.

His gaze wanders unseeingly across your walls until it comes to rest on your dresser and a flame of anger sparks within him as he focuses on a framed photo of you on your birthday. Ostensibly, it’s a lovely photo of you and your best friend, Jiho, both laughing as he smooshes cake into your face. Yet over your shoulder, gazing at you lovingly is a clearly besotted Taehyung. Woosung’s blood boils. Unable to control his reaction, he snorts in frustration.

Already tense, his action is too much for you and you turn on your side to look at him, “Talk to me,” you beg.

“Can we actually get past this?” he asks, still not looking at you.

“Yes!” you reply fervently, “Of course we can.”

Finally he turns on his side to look at you. For a long moment you stare at each other. Gently you reach out to him and softly trace the rose tattoo on his collarbone. He shudders gently under your touch, but doesn’t recoil. A small smile fights it’s way into the corner of his mouth and he runs the back of his fingers across your cheek.

“I missed you so bad,” he admits, “I really do want to move on.”

You smile, grateful for his affection and warmth, “What can I do, what do you need from me?”

He shakes his head wearily, “You can tell me that you’d cry over me the way you do over him.”

“I have cried over you,” you say, a sharpness to your voice, “You just weren’t here to see it.”

He has the grace to look ashamed then, “I guess I deserved that,” he admits, but he can’t stop himself from pushing the point further, “You can promise me that you won’t realise one day that it’s him that you want and leave me. You can tell me you love me more than you love him…”

“In the two weeks you’ve ignored me, I haven’t spoken to Taehyung or seen him. It’s done with. What more can I tell you?”

Woosung groans, “Fuck, you could tell me a million fucking things, but none of them would help. Kim fucking Taehyung and his confession might have fucked us.”

“No, Woosung…” you say, not really sure how to feel. Part of you feels panicked that, just when you thought things were getting better, that he might be slipping from you again. Another part of you is simply tired, tired of the pain and tired of fighting for him.

“What’s that?” he asks, reading your expression, “What are you thinking?”

You don’t lie, “I’m tired of all of this,” you say, the tears spilling out, “I don’t know how to make it right and I am exhausted with trying to figure out what to do and always getting it wrong.”

Despite his obstinance, Woosung really does love you, and the sight of your tears is too much for him. He pulls you into his arms, kissing you on the forehead.

“I think we need a completely fresh start, my love,” he confesses as you snuggle into his hold. He can’t contain his grin as he feels you smile into his skin when he calls you his love, “What do you say?”

“I think you’re right,” you agree, as he pulls you closer.

The two of you entwine and settle comfortably while you both try to quieten your racing minds.

Just as you begin to drift off, Woosung whispers your name.

“Hm?” You hum sleepily.

“I love you,” Woosung whispers, squeezing you.

“I love you too,” you squeak back and it’s enough for him, for now at least.

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Taehyung rubs his eyes sleepily as he stumbles into the shower, ready to face the day.

He stands motionless under the hot water, letting the warm spray wash over him as he runs through the day’s schedule in his mind and processes how much there is to do. Booked and busy: that’s the pattern of his days now. It’s what keeps him going through the darkness of his days and keeps his mind off the things that pain him.

It’s been a little over 4 months since Namjoon’s party when he gave you his heart and had it ripped apart and thrown back in his face.

It’s been just about 4 months since he broke up with his girlfriend: yes, you may have broken his heart, but it was still undoubtedly, undeniably and irrevocably yours, so how could he go on seeing her? There was no hope for them. There’s no hope for anything.

And it’s been a week since his scorned and bitter ex spied him across a restaurant and sauntered over, clearly smug, clearly about to enjoy herself enormously. She interrupted his dinner with Jimin and Jungkook to tell him, in gleeful tones, that Woosung had moved back to LA and you’d gone with him. Jungkook’s guilty nod confirmed that he knew and hadn’t known how to break the news.

Yeah, it’s been a fucking great month.

Now though, spring is in the air, and as he washes his body he thinks about having a fresh start. He’s keeping himself busy, project after project, seeing his friends, seeing a therapist. He’s going to be ok. He’s not going to be the selfish man he once was.

Taehyung is resolved that one day he’ll find love again. When he finds someone else, he’ll be honest with them and open. Then maybe one day he’ll be able to stop loving you. At least, that’s what he hopes for. He wishes he could hate you for hurting him, but he can’t. You behaved exactly as he expected you to. You always do the right thing no matter the cost to you, or to him. He wonders if the place you occupy in his heart will ever be erased by anyone else. He suspects not. In fact, he’s fairly certain that, even though you’ve never really been his, you have still been the greatest love of his life. You’re irreplaceable.

He’s still tortured by the one moment he thought you’d lied to him at Namjoon’s party; it loops in his head like a film reel. He knows you said it what happened between the two of you was a mistake, but he was sure you were lying. When he thinks of that night, nothing about it felt like a mistake. Why would you lie when you’d be so brutally honest about everything else? That moment, until it had gone wrong, had been the best time of his life. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the thought.

It’s too late though, because his body is already reacting to the memory of you. His hand slips between his legs and he wraps it around his hard cock and begins to stroke it lazily. His eyes close and your face and body flood his imagination as he recalls what it felt like to be inside you. His breath grows shallow as he rests his head against the tiles and moves his hand faster.

When he gets out the shower, he shakes his head into the towel, freeing himself from the water and the memories of you that cling to him. He tries, unsuccessfully as always, to put you from his mind as he sits naked on his bed, pulling his boxers up his legs, when his phone vibrates beside him.

He doesn’t recognise the number, but the beginning of the message makes his breath catch and he opens it quickly, almost dropping the phone in his haste:

Taehyung, I got your number from Namjoon. Hope that’s ok. We really need to talk. It’s important, I obvs wouldn’t contact you if it wasn’t. Are you free this weekend? It’s Woo Jiho btw.

Taehyung isn’t free, he rarely has more than half an hour unbooked, but he’ll make time. Fuck, if this is about you, he’ll cancel all his plans.

His hand trembles slightly as he texts back. He holds his breath as he awaits the response.

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The plastic cover of the booth of the diner sticks uncomfortably to the backs of your legs. Spring has arrived unseasonably early and now you’re regretting your choice of clothing, wishing you’d opted for the trousers that lie strewn on your bed.

A quick glance of your phone tells you that Jiho is late and you roll your eyes. The waitress, impatient to take your order, arrives beside you and so you order coffee for you and him, firing him a text grumpily.

You are reconsidering the wording of your message, which is maybe a touch too snarky, just as a shadow is cast over the screen and your fingers pause in their corrections, “You took your time,” you grumble, deleting the text.

“Sorry,” Jiho smiles, “Traffic.”

You nod and then frown moments later, “Uh, are you going to sit?”

“Uh no,” he smiles, “I’ve booked us a karaoke booth. Really need to work some energy off, need to sing it out. Come on, let’s go.”

“Ok, ok, ok,” you acquiesce, as you always do. How can you deny him anything? Since Woosung realised there was no coming back for you too and ran half way around the world to get away from you, you’ve relied on Jiho more than most of your friends for support. In fact, he’s the only friend who knows everything that happened at Namjoon’s party and everything that’s happened since, “But I’ve ordered already.”

He flashes a winning smile at the waitress who smiles giddily back, “Can we get that order to go?” he calls in his most charming tones.

She nods and he wiggles his eyebrows smugly at you as you slide out of the booth, “You look nice, that’s good,” he compliments and you cuff him gently on the arm.

“You’re not to bad yourself,” you laugh, “Wait - you never comment on my clothes…”

He grins, “Maybe I’m just glad to see you out of stained, stinky sweats for a change.”

You cuff him harder as you collect the coffees and complain at him, even if you know he’s right, as he leads the way to the karaoke place.

When you get inside the small room it’s a pure assault on the senses, “Jesus, Jiho - could you have picked a pinker one?” you laugh.

The room is garish, everything is in shades of pink and is heart-shaped, from the patterns on the walls to the fluffy rug to the seats around the central table.

“It was the only one left,” he winces, before grinning mischievously, “Or maybe I brought you here to confess?” he teases.

“That’ll go down well with your fiancée,” you say dryly as his face falls.

“Shit, I was supposed to call her about a wedding thing,” he grimaces, patting himself down, “and of course I’ve left my damn phone in the car… I’ll just go get it, I’ll be quick!” he explains as he rushes out, the door clicking shut behind him.

You simply laugh at his plight and put your jacket and bag on the hook. You smile to yourself as you hear the door open behind you, “That was quick, you haven’t lost it have you?” you ask.

“Lost what?”

You spin around so fast you almost lose balance, “Oh, what are you doing here?” you ask, slightly breathless, flushing at the rudeness of your blunt question.

“It was all Jiho’s idea,” Taehyung explains, looking awkward, “Is it ok that I’m here?”

“To sing karaoke with us?” you ask, puzzled, “Uh, yeah, I guess? I didn’t realise you guys were friends.”

“We’re uh-,” he hesitates, shifting awkwardly, “No, we’re not really, he called me a couple of weeks ago and we’ve been talking,” he explains.

“I see,” you say, narrowing your eyes, “I guess he’ll explain.”

Taehyung smiles uncomfortably and you notice he’s still stood very deliberately in front of the door, as if blocking your exit. He thinks I’ll run, you think and it’s only then that you realise what’s happening.

“So, you and Jiho? He called you? That surprises me,” you say, prying to check your suspicions are correct.

“Because he can’t stand me?” Taehyung prompts with an awkward smile.

“I wouldn’t put it that way…” you say, it seems it’s now your turn to be embarrassed.

“I would,” he smiles, “I think the words ‘You know I can’t stand you, Taehyung, but this isn’t about me’ were a bit of a giveaway.”

You laugh uncomfortably before you pick apart his words, “Who’s it about it if isn’t about Jiho?”

“You,” Taehyung says, as though it’s obvious, “who else matters?”

You cock your head and he’s quick to elaborate, “I mean, who else connects us? Who else matters to him and me?” you’re surprised and touched to see him blushing.

“Jiho isn’t coming back, is he?” you ask, almost rhetorically. In the back of your mind you make a note to praise Jiho for his acting skills, after you’ve finished telling him off, of course.

“He isn’t,” Taehyung confirms, licking his lips nervously. Your eyes follow his movements more closely than you’d like, your gaze lingering on his slick lips.

“How are you?” he asks; he’s cautious and endearingly uncertain. You feel the need to hug him but you resist the urge.

“Oh, I’m fine,” you say dismissively, trying to sound airy, “Same old, same old. You?” you cringe at how unnaturally high your voice is suddenly, noticing your palms are moist and your heart beats too fast in your chest.

Taehyung smirks at the effect he has on you and you hate how pathetic you are and how attractive you find him. Even more you hate how that smirk stirs a feeling deep within your core. Fuck this stupidly hot man, you think.

“I’ve been busy,” he says honestly, “It’s been a hard time since we last saw each other, when we, well, you know, you were there… and I broke up with -, well, we broke up, and I’ve been working through things. Trying to be a better man,” he smiles awkwardly, struggling to speak to you, overcome with nerves. He weaves his head side to side slightly in the cute way he does, so shy, so adorable.

His words spark a memory and without thinking, you smile as you recall his impression of Jack Nicholson in As Good as it Gets. Immediately you’re mortified that you’ve smiled and you look at him apologetically, but as you open your mouth to explain, he simply grins back as though he’s read your mind.

“You make me want to be a better man,” he says: it’s by no means an accurate impression but you both laugh anyway.

“I’m sorry you broke up,” you say when your laugh has tailed off, “That must’ve been hard.”

“Not really,” he admits, “I’m in love with someone else, after all.”

You look at each other for a moment. He wonders if you pay as close attention to word choice as he hopes you do. He watches the use of the present tense sink in with you, and realises that you do as your jaw tightens and your breath quickens, “I was sorry to hear about you and Woosung though,” he says softly.

You’re completely unsettled; you feel thrown off-kilter somehow, your thoughts racing around your mind. You have no ability to think things through, you can only rely on instinct, “Are you?” you say, trying at least to sound lighthearted. As soon as you say it, you regret it. Are you flirting with Taehyung? What are you thinking?

“No, not really,” he says, his voice at his deepest. His head is slightly tilted and he looks at you through heavily lidded eyes. Somehow in this short exchange he seems to have moved much nearer to you and you realise you’ve both been closing the distance between you.

You move to step closer to him but hesitate, drawing your foot back as the tiny amount of rational thought you have left tries to maintain some control over the instincts of your body.

“Do it,” Taehyung commands, watching your every movement as he steps closer to you, “Let go.”

You do. As Taehyung’s arms move around your waist, you throw your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. One kiss turns into another as he walks you backwards until he’s able to lift you onto the table, easing himself between your legs. He presses himself against you, his bulge hardening as his tongue slips into your mouth. He moans deeply as your legs close around him, pulling him closer, your hands tangling in his hair as your tongue flicks against his.

There it is again, who knew the rhythm of a kiss could matter so much? It never has to him before. Now though, with you, the connection between the two of you feels like a perfectly choreographed dance. He knows that he’ll never get bored of it.

When you break apart for air, you giggle and beam at each other before he attacks your neck with open mouthed kisses and a sharp nip. It causes you to moan breathily, drawing a grunt of desire from him as he grinds into you needily.

“Please desist in your inappropriate behaviour, Room 12,” echoes a detached voice through the booth and you break apart guiltily, both blushing at the CCTV camera in the corner and the little speaker beside it. You ease off the table and you both bow in embarrassment at the camera as you adjust your clothes guiltily.

When you turn to look at each other, you’re both flushed, lips red and puffy as you smile together shyly.

“Will you give me a chance?” he asks, his eyes wide and hopeful, his voice shaking slightly with vulnerability, “I won’t fuck it up. I promise. I love you so fucking much. I’ll do anything, just give me a chance, please.”

You take both his hands in yours, and he squeezes your hands in return, “Taehyung,” you say seriously, “If I give you a chance, will you give me everything?”

He kisses the top of your head, “It’s already yours,” he breathes into your hair, and you feel the relief spread through him as his tense body relaxes.

When he steps back, you freeze. You’re aware something momentous has just happened and you haven’t even begun processing it. Only this morning you faced another black day, forcing yourself to pull those disgusting sweats Jiho mentioned off your body and clambering sluggishly into the shower to wash the grime, sadness and pain from you after weeks of mourning your love, best friend and partner-in-crime. That’s not even mentioning the misery of coming to terms with the fact that Woosung was none of those things, not really, and that in reality, you were grieving Taehyung, the never-realised love of your life, a love so deep and never explored.

This morning you’d planned the day out. You’d force yourself to make an effort, to smile and to look halfway decent but only for Jiho, only to stop him worrying about you, you owe him that much. But, when the day was done, you had every intention of getting back into those sweats and the miserable safety of your bed the second you got home. Now everything has changed and you’re waiting for the world to balance on its axis once more.

When you pull yourself from your reverie you notice Taehyung is eyeing you cautiously and you wonder how long you’ve been lost in your thoughts.

You shrug your shoulders nervously, “So… wanna sing some karaoke?” you ask and feel stupid as soon as you’ve said it, laughing awkwardly.

“Not in the least,” he scoffs before nervous vulnerability creeps in yet again, “Uh, Will you come home with me? We have so much to talk about... Would that be ok?”

You nod, blushing furiously as he dazzles you with his relieved, boxy smile.

“Great, let’s go!” he enthuses as he grabs your jacket and bag from the hook.

He catches you by the hand and leads you to the door, but when his grip closes around the handle he hesitates and looks back at you.

“When you said you regretted what happened between us that night, that was a lie, right?” he asks, seeking certainty, needing to know.

You nod your head, “I didn’t really know it was at the time, but yeah, it was. It wasn’t the biggest lie I told though - I’ve told myself bigger,” you admit.

His breath catches and as he almost whispers his response, “What was that?” he asks, hoping desperately that you’ll say what he would give anything to hear.

You step closer to him as you usher him through the door, avoiding making eye contact as you confess, “That I’ve never loved you.”

As soon as you’re in the hallway, he turns and pulls you into his arms in a suffocating hug, “Because you really do love me, right?” he asks, his voice just as broken and pleading as it was at Namjoon’s party.

“I do,” you admit breathlessly as he sobs and laughs simultaneously in pure relief and joy into your hair.

When he recovers himself, he pulls back and looks at you softly, “I know you’ve said you’ll give me a chance but you have to know that you’re everything I want, that I just want you to be mine. I can wait, I will wait until you’re ready, but I need you to be mine always,” he confesses in one breath.

“I already am,” you admit, echoing his words.

“I love you,” he says simply, holding his breath and a universe of hope in his chest. He knows you’ve admitted it, but it’s not quite the same as saying it.

“I love you too,” you smile, saying the words he’s waited so long to hear, “I love you, Taehyung.”

With a wide smile seemingly glued on his face, his fingers laced unbreakably with yours, he leads you through the dark hallway and out into the light.

Author’s note: Thank you for reading, I’d love to hear what you think!

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