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Bloom. °˖✧✿✧˖°

“Friends don’t look at each other like this.”

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⚘8.Poisonous or Deadly

🔞For Mature Audiences Only🔞

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⚘Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader ⚘Synopsis: After arriving to New York, things turn complicated in all aspects… Y/N starts to question Seojoon, meanwhile things with Jungkook start taking a warm turn. ⚘Genre:Forbidden love ⚘Word count: 16k ⚘Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, emotional, mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex, angst, conflict, religious metaphors (the story is not religious but makes references to a higher power, karma, fate, etc.), cigarette use, alcohol use, subtle arguing, jealousy, manipulation, secrecy,heavy tension, cheating, mentions of cheating, mentions of falling out of love/breaking up. Let me know if I miss anything! ⚘Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story. ⚘A/N: IM BACK!!! omg I’m sorry this is out so late into the evening, I’m getting back in the swing of tumblr formatting and proof reading, forgive me. But I’m back for good this time! I’m unsure how often I will post Bloom, but I promise it won’t be a year long wait lol. I plan on working on each chapter right after I post the other one, but have to pace myself. I really hope you enjoy this one, I wanted to make it lengthy since I’ve been away for so long. Also, make sure to check out my Bloom playlist! It has all songs in order by chapter, and the songs really set the mood. I’ll have it linked on the master list, as well as each chapter. LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

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↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

♪ Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

♪ She Knows - J.Cole

♪ The Less I Know The Better - Tame Impala

♪FRI(END)S - V

♪ back to friends - sombr

♪North - Clairo

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You popped a Benadryl, and passed out. Which is exactly what you wanted. You don’t have to see whether or not Jungkook looks back at you, you don’t have to see if he spammed your DM’s from his work insta, and you don’t have to see the invisible roots that apparently have kept you both bound for this long. (He did keep looking back at you, he did spam your phone, and in his head he sealed the roots with fucking concrete.)

When you wake up to the announcement that the plane is about to land, you feel sluggish. It was a 13 hour flight, and time difference is 12 hours, which means its around 4-5pm in New York. Too bright for how badly your head hurts right now. Fucking perfect.

Getting off of the plane goes by in a blur; you go through the motions like a zombie which would cause you to silently complain any other day… but today, you’re silently thankful instead. Because being a zombie means it’s easy to ignore him. Easy to ignore the anxiety, uncertainty, and slight irritation his presence has brought you.

But the little mercies don’t last long. You realize that once you’re off the plane and waiting for Seojoon to get whatever rental car he arranged.

You check your phone, and there he is as suspected. Blew your fucking phone up while you were asleep on the plane.

And then clearly, he napped, considering he became silent after that…

You don’t respond. That part of you that you’ve started to think is rotten almost wants to reply. Wants to antagonize him or encourage him. Wants his attention, even though he's giving it so freely… but, you hold back. Don’t unblock him. Don’t respond.

When Seojoon pulls up with the rental, you look around briefly to see if you see Jungkook or Sena. You don’t. Thank god.

After loading your luggage into the car, you get in and ride with Seojoon to the hotel. You try to enjoy the scenery, the city life. Your head feels a bit better now that you're off the plane, but you still feel pretty shitty. Maybe the Benadryl wasn’t the best idea, but… it was better than facing what you don’t want to face.

“You hungry? You slept a long time.”

Seojoon cuts your train of thought off as he drives. His tone is… flat. You glance at him, try to make out what his mood is. He looks a bit tired, but there’s something else there that you can’t quite make out… is he irritated about something too?

“A little… did you sleep?”

He rolls his shoulders as he reaches a red light, doesn’t look at you as he responds, “Not much. Dealt with work shit.”

Work shit. Maybe that’s why he’s irritated, you think. He doesn’t really have a reason to be irritated with you, so you try not to take it personally.

“Well at least we can forget about work shit while we’re here. Spend some time together.”

You reach over and pat his arm gently, squeeze his bicep in reassurance but he just… brushes it off. Sighs. As if you’re bothering him.

“I’m literally here for work Y/N. There’s not gonna be much time to spend together. You knew I was coming for work.”

Oh.

You sort of just stare at him as he drives, because ouch. He’s right of course, but he’s the one who invited you. He’s the one who insisted you come last night. He’s the one who made it seem like it’d be a cute little bonding moment after he declared you his fucking girlfriend.

“Right, yeah, I know…” You mumble as you look out the window. You’re trying not to be too sensitive about it; it was a long flight, he said he didn’t sleep much, so maybe he’s irritable in general. He could be a little nicer, sure, but once he’s slept and eaten a real meal maybe he’ll be more… tolerable.

He glances over then, and feels the slightest tinge of guilt at the way you deflate. He knows he’s the one who invited you. He knows. What he didn’t know was that Sena was coming; before he pushed you to come, she cancelled. She was supposed to come on this trip originally, but canceled last minute a week prior due to a health scare or some shit. Seojoon did try to check on her, but she’s been dry with him for weeks…

And now she’s suddenly here? Impulsively deciding to come? Her not coming was the entire reason he invited you along.

You don’t know that, of course. Which is precisely why he feels guilty.

He reaches over and places a hand on your thigh, squeezes gently the same way you did his bicep, “Sorry, I’m just tired. Of course I’ll make time to do stuff with you while we’re here…”

You almost feel reassured... until he keeps talking.

“But Y/N, we’re only here for a few days… you can’t expect me revolve my time around you when I’m here for work. You can find things to do yourself, ya know? Or… I don’t know, maybe link up with that Jungkook guy. Sena said he’s been here before.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

So not only is he talking to you like you’re being a clingy nuisance, but he’s also pushing Jungkook on you. That’s the last fucking thing you want. Like an unskilled gardener planting a fucking seed that simply does not want to germinate.

Who’s fucking with fate now?

You scoff quietly and shake your head, shift in the passenger seat of the car. The drive to the hotel suddenly seems to be taking forever when you realize you’re stuck in traffic. New York traffic on a Friday afternoon is fucking brutal.

No where to run, though.

“I don’t know him like that. Just forget it, I’ll busy myself until you’re free.”

You try to keep your tone light, nonchalant even, but Seojoon clocks it. He internally groans, because in this moment, while he’s tired and grumpy, he totally sees you as the clingy girlfriend who’s being passive aggressive.

That’s not what you are. But to him, you are right now.

“He seems nice Y/N, give him a chance. From what Sena has told me, you guys are really similar. You like the same type of shit.”

From what Sena tells him.

You don’t know if it’s the fact you feel sluggish and slightly irritable yourself, or if it’s your womanly intuition that’s whispering to you, but that just seems… odd. Maybe you’re overreacting—no, you surely are. But the metaphorical worms in the metaphorical soil of your stomach churn around in the dirt, making you feel something similar, but far less pleasant than butterflies.

“Sena talks about him to you?”

Seojoon side eyes you the moment you ask, fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter. Clingy and paranoid, he thinks to himself.

“Well, yeah, we’re coworkers. It’s normal to talk about eachothers significant other, no?”

You shrug. Yeah, it is normal isn’t it? So why did it make your stomach swoop for a few seconds? “Yeah, of course.”

That’s all you say. Because maybe you are paranoid, but it isn’t for the reasons he thinks… you don’t think Seojoon has anything to hide, he’s always been an up front guy, as far as you know. But you? You do. It’s why your hands are ghosted with remnants of dirt and wilted petals.

Projecting. You’re projecting, probably…  you need to quit that. Because Seojoon wouldn’t hide anything from you. Get it the fuck together.

The ride is silent from then on, saved by the radio that Seojoon turns on. Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter starts playing. It’s a good song… but why does that traitorous voice in your head whisper 'foreshadowing’?

You need a drink.

After another 30 minutes in traffic, you make it to the hotel. Once Seojoon pays valet for parking, and the bellhops start loading your luggage onto one of the carts, you eagerly make your way inside of the hotel.

The hotel is nice, you have to admit. You know Seojoon’s company paid for it, but you can’t help but feel a tad bit spoiled. The outside looks old but well kept, and the inside is a nice play on retro meets modern. It reminds you of a modern day great Gatsby, vintage looking chandeliers hang above the lobby, while the seating area consists of sleek black leather sofas and gold coffee tables with glass paneling. You like it. A lot. Nice distraction, pretty things are.

Rather than wait in the line with Seojoon to check in, you decide to take a little walk. See if there are any vending machines nearby; a quick snack before dinner is needed. So is time to clear your fucking head and lock in.

You stride the hallways sluggishly until you reach a corridor that has three vending machines, and feel a stupid sense of relief when you realize there’s snacks and drinks, because you and Seojoon could definitely use a bit of caffeine to get you through to bedtime.

You step in front of the vending machine and begin looking through the treats inside; for drinks they have overpriced water and soda, and a few pre mixed coffees to choose from. You already decide you’ll get the coldbrews before you begin trying to decide on snacks. Hard choice when you’re hungry and want everything.

You decide to get Seojoon an Almond Joy and bag of pretzels, because those are his favorite. And just as you’re about to decide for yourself, you feel someone fucking breathing down your neck.

You whip your head around, your mind immediately going to the worse case scenario; some creep, or some asshole trying to mug you, you don’t know.

But it’s much worse than that once you realize who it is.

Jungkook. Jumpscare.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You grit out at him breathlessly, adjusting your sweater just to calm your shaking hands down. Where the fuck did he even come from? You’d think you’d hear his footsteps but no, apparently he’s a fucking ghost.

Haunting you like you suspected.

“Oh, hi.”

That’s all he says as he leans against the wall next to the vending machines. He’s smiling that stupid smile at you, but his eyes don’t quite match. He looks… irritated. Just like you and Seojoon.

Funny, how you can immediately tell he’s irritated. But you can’t read Seojoon quite as well at first glance.

“Well? You following me around like some creep now or what?”

You mumble as you turn to the vending machine, avoiding looking at him as you punch in random numbers for your own snack. Suddenly, not as hungry anymore. Your tone lacks heat though, it’s almost the tone of someone who’s flustered. You aren’t flustered though, definitely not. Have no reason to be.

“Oh, my bad. Was just getting some snacks, hungry after the flight.”

He shrugs casually, and is telling the truth… mostly.

You eye him as the vending machine makes the annoying plop sound, depositing your snacks at the bottom. Unfortunately, you do know Jungkook, and the man isn’t very prone to change or hiding his emotions. You can tell something is bothering him, and although you know damn well it isn’t in your best interest to ask… you do it anyway.

“You ok?”

He blinks at you, because he didn’t expect you to ask. Didn’t expect you to notice… or maybe he didn’t expect you to care. But he remembers the same as you; you know him well. You know every single petal, bruise, wilt, and blossom inside of him, and not much has changed. Other than the fact he’s more obsessed with you, but that’s not something he’s putting much effort in hiding.

But even then, it amazes him that as he smiles the smile that everyone else thinks is real, you can see something is off by simply looking into his eyes. They lack stars, glitter, planets… they aren’t happy right now.

“I’m good, tired.”

He assures you, smiling again, but nibbling on his lip ring after as he glances at the vending machine. Scouting out choices. Avoiding the full truth as to what’s eating at him right now.

What he doesn’t tell you is how he ran into Seojoon in the lobby after checking in. Him and Sena got here before you guys did, and after he settled into his room, he wanted a snack. Was originally just going to make a trip to the vending machine, but got stopped by your apparent boyfriend. He genuinely didn’t follow you… not at first, anyway.

Now he’s irritated.

Because Seojoon stopped him in the lobby. Slapped a hand on his back, saying ‘hey bro,’ as if they’re the best of pals. But Jungkook could tell Seojoon wasn’t just happy to see him. Seojoon wanted something… what the fuck could he want from Jungkook?

“So, listen, I’m kind of in a dilemma and I was hoping you could help me out, man to man?”

God, what a sleazy fucking way to ask for a favor. But again, Jungkook had no idea what Seojoon could want. Is he broke? Does he need money? Did he forget underwear or some shit?

“Uh, sure bro. What’s up?” Jungkook, being the sweetheart that he is, of course obliged… ok, maybe he isn’t being a sweetheart, maybe he’s being facetious, but that's neither here nor there.

“So the thing is… I brought Y/N thinking she’d understand I’m here for work, ya know? Thought maybe she could do her own thing since I’m gonna be super busy… but she’s being really clingy, man. Like really clingy… So I was hoping you could help me keep her occupied. Maybe show her around, be her tour guide or some shit. Get her off my back, bro to bro… between us. I don’t want her getting lost or something.”

Bro to bro… as in he doesn’t want you to know he’s asking Jungkook to do this.

If this was any other person, if you were any other girl, Jungkook would have said ‘fuck no’ and tattled on him. No, Jungkook isn’t perfect, clearly, but he isn’t about to be the scape goat for some asshole who can’t treat his girl right.

But two things cross his mind, for better or for worse, he isn’t sure; you aren’t just any other girl. You are his Aster, the flower he once grieved but found his way back to… and he needed a fucking excuse to be close to you. This is perfect. Fucking god’s gift; where fate isn’t on your side, it sure as hell is spoiling him.

That, and… A man knows a man. A liar knows a liar. A cheater knows a cheater.

You aren’t the clingy type, never have been. You can be when you’re comfortable enough, but you aren’t the kind of clingy that suffocates; you’re the kind of clingy that makes a man feel fucking wanted. Seojoon is lying. Why? Jungkook has a suspicion, one he knows because he, himself, has done it… he, himself, has asked his friends to get Sena off his back.

He thinks Seojoon is cheating.

With who? He has no fucking idea. Probably a coworker, or maybe he knows someone in New York. He doesn’t comprehend why the fuck he’d invite you here if he was cheating and planned on meeting with someone… and frankly, he doesn’t care. Not right now, anyway. He’ll decide to care once he sees more evidence.

Right now his only focus is you. The flower that stands out amongst the bustking city of New York.

So, he agreed, played the role of supportive bro. Assured Seojoon he’d keep you occupied for the weekend.

And Seojoon, well… he should feel guilty about it for more reasons than Jungkook is aware. But Seojoon is great at burying things in dirt and leaving them there until they’re forgotten… or found, even.

If he won’t appreciate you, Jungkook will. And Jungkook will tell you one day… He has no idea how you ended up with some asshole like Seojoon, but he swears he’ll tell you.

After you open up to him again. After you won’t suspect him of lying for personal gain, because it’s clear your trust in him is low right now. He doesn’t even blame you for that, considering he nearly attacked you after seeing you for the first time in what feels like decades, but he’s going to try to earn it back.

You of course can tell Jungkook isn’t being honest. Yes, maybe he is tired, but that’s not why his smile isn’t reaching his eyes. You want to pry, but also remember the boundaries you’ve been trying to set. If you pry, Jungkook may get the wrong idea… so you simply don’t.

His stare is too intense considering you’re standing awkwardly at the fucking vending machine. Those eyes of his looking at you as if he’s starving and you’re the only sliver of sunlight peeking through the clouds on a rainy day, so you move past him with your arm full of snacks and mumble, “Ah, sorry, your turn.”

You don’t check to see if his gaze follows you as you walk, but you can feel it. Like a single finger gently running up your spine and making goose bumps raise over your skin, you can fucking feel those eyes on you.

Please don’t follow. That’s what you keep repeating to yourself as you make your way down the corridors of the hotel. The corridors which all look the same, the same doors, same carpet, same lights above you, the only difference are the numbers listed on the doors.

Fuck, since when did being around him fill you with so much anxiety? It was less than five minutes and your stomach is churning again. Sure, maybe it’s the lingering guilt, but that is precisely why you don’t plan on making the same mistake twice with him. You must keep your distance.

Because if two seeds are planted next to each other, too close, surely the roots will grow entangled. Wrong, disformed, and what a mess it will be to try and untangle them when the time comes again. You can’t do it twice. You won’t.

“You’re going the wrong way.”

You must keep distance. You. But him? He doesn’t care for the whole distance thing. In fact, it's his biggest fantasy to entangle your roots again; he tells himself it doesn’t have to be the same as last time. His goal isn’t to be romantic with you, although he silently yearns for it, he just wants his favorite person back. You can be friends again. He’s sure of it.

“Oh.”

Is all you mumble in response as you feel him walk beside you. When he appeared, you don’t even know. You glance at him in suspicion that he was just following you this whole time, and made an excuse back at the vending machine. But sure enough, he has one of those prepackaged iced coffees in his hand.

You swear the woman on the Starbucks logo winks at you as if to say you can’t run.

“Y/N, this way.”

He grabs your elbow and tries steering you in the other direction, but you jerk away, maybe a little too hard. Hard enough that you almost drop the little pile of snacks in your hands, and you glare at him for it. Because fuck, he needs to stop touching you.

He side eyes you and his jaw clenches, the muscle in his jaw feathering. Hates the way you act like a spooked animal around him now. He knows kissing you was a fucking mistake, he shouldn’t have acted so impulsively, and probably needs to apologize for it. But fuck, when has he ever hurt you?

Has he hurt you before?

“Sorry.”

He apologizes as his brain starts working against him. Starts going through every encounter you’ve had before and after the beginning and the end. He’d never hurt you on purpose, ever, he’d rather die than hurt you. But now he’s wondering if he had. Although, Jungkook knows deep down that he hurt you back then. Any woman in your situation would be hurt. He just has a hard time accepting the fact he’s the one who fucked everything up.

He's the reason you wilted. He’s the reason he was uprooted. It’s all his fault.

“Mhm.”

You hum in response, although you do start walking in the direction he attempted to guide you in. It’s awkward, painfully so, and you both hate it. Jungkook probably hates it worse than you, and if he’s being honest, he realized on the plane he’s being too much.

He kissed you. Touched you. Spilt hot tea on your not-boyfriend. Stole your fucking wallet to have an excuse to see you again, although you don’t know that. Now he’s following you to New York like some stalker. He can make all the excuses he wants about it being for the photography expo, but you both know that’s not what it was.

Maybe a different approach would be better. Persistence is key, he always told himself. But he needs to be gentle too. Fuck.

“So, anyway, yeah, you know… I was thinking-“

You don’t mean to laugh. Fuck, you shouldn’t even be smiling within 15 miles of him, but he sounds so stupid. Stuttering over his words before he even says anything... it’s cute, and makes it really hard to pretend you’re indifferent to him.

“Sorry. Go ahead.”

He nibbles his lip ring again and tries to ignore the way his heart picks up pace at hearing you laugh. Knows you’re laughing at him. Maybe should be offended by it, but isn’t. Fuck, he’ll act a fool all day if it means you aren’t looking at him like you want him to go away.

“You should unblock me. I know, I know what you’re thinking but just hear me out ok?”

You want to protest the moment he says it. It’s automatic at this point, defensive, because unblocking him would mean opening the door for… for what? For more chances to fuck shit up more than you both already have? You ended things for a reason. The same way books have a definite ending, a final page, you ended it with him and had no intention to write a sequel.

Yet, you don’t say anything to stop him from explaining. Just keep walking as you see the lights to the lobby come into view.

“You don’t have to talk to me or anything, pinky promise I won’t blow your phone up. But if you get lost or something, you can call me.”

“You blew my phone up on the plane.”

Jungkook damn near rolls his eyes. Because yeah, he did, he was bored, and… he missed you. You were right fucking there but so far away. Maybe he’s been too eager, but he’s starting to realize he needs to chill the fuck out. Overwatering a plant doesn’t make it grow faster, doesn’t benefit it at all. He swears he’ll proceed with caution. He fucking swears.

“I know. Sorry. Swear I won’t do it again. You don’t even have to tell me you unblock me, just… if you need me, ya know?”

That’s a partial truth. Because later he’s definitely going to check. Will send period, see if it delivers or not. But he makes a promise to himself he’ll stop acting fucking insane over you.

For the most part, anyway.

You reach the lobby then, and don’t give him an answer. Instead you make your way to Seojoon, who is standing beside the cart full of your luggage impatiently. You’re hoping the snacks help his mood at the very least.

Jungkook wants to follow you, oh god he does. Wants to fucking tie you both together so he can follow you around and be with you the entire time... but he doesn’t. Just nods to Seojoon and makes his way back to the elevator as he fidgets with the cap of his unopened coffee.

“Hey, got you some snacks.”

You say to Seojoon with a tight lipped smile as you reach him. He returns the tight lipped smile, takes the drink and snacks, “Thanks. My favorite.”

He opens the coffee and takes a swig of it. The tiniest drop drips down his chin, so you reach up to swipe it off, but he dodges you. Says nothing to soothe as he wipes it off himself. Fuck, he’s being weird.

“Lets go get settled, then maybe figure out dinner.”

You nod quietly and follow him as he wheels the cart of luggage to the elevator. The silence is loud despite the fact you can hear various people chatting amongst themselves in the hotel lobby. Thankful when you hear the loud ding, itching to get this day over with so maybe things can go back to being fucking peaceful.

The elevator ride followed by the walk to your room doesn’t take long, and you don’t attempt to conversate with Seojoon. What use is it when he’s grumpy? You give him the silence he clearly wants, even as you enter the room.

It's nice, a bit small but it will do… and it has two beds, which you wonder about. Was he suddenly averse to sharing a bed with you? Or are you the one overthinking now?

“Didn’t know it had two beds.”

Seojoon seems to read your mind, can see the unsure look on your face as you take in the space. Knows you’re overthinking. It’s the truth, when he originally rented this room he was just aiming for the nicest one they had available for the dates you’ll be here… although originally he wasn’t planning to share it with you, it doesn't make a difference.

He didn’t expect you to actually come when he invited you a while ago. But his original plans… fell through. That’s why he pushed you to come. Now it seems his original plan came to bite him in the ass anyway.

Regardless, Seojoon works on taking both of your luggage off of the cart, while you take a quick look around. There’s a tiny balcony attached, which you love. The bathroom is nicely sized, and the décor is full of weathered gold accents. Little vases, trays for your personal belongings such as keys and wallets, even the coffee pot is gold. Its very pretty, but what does gold remind you of?

You don’t even want to acknowledge it.

“So, dinner…”

Seojoon cuts your thoughts off as he finishes unloading your luggage. You had been looking out at the city from the glass door of the balcony, so you turn to face him and give him your full attention. He isn’t even looking at you as he speaks, he’s staring at his phone, clearly distracted as he types away. Probably work, you reason with yourself… although it feels off. Everything about this trip feels so fucking off and that’s not at all what you came for.

You hope after today, things feel better. Fuck, this is the last thing you need. Jungkook being here, now Seojoon being weird.

“Yeah? What were you thinking?”

You ask as you make your way to one of the beds, plop down on it and sigh, closing your eyes as you try relax your mind and your tense joints. Dinner and sleep is what you both need, and when he has time, you’re sure he’ll end up spending it with you. He’s the one who made you his girlfriend, was clearly eager for it, so why wouldn’t he?

“Mmm… there’s a restaurant in the hotel, has good reviews, maybe we can just go there for tonight.”

You nod at him, “Sounds good, we can go whenever.”

He looks at you then, finally tearing his eyes away from his phone. You don’t realize it at first, but he’s giving you the look of someone who’s judging. Because in his mind, this is a 5 star hotel, the restaurant is nice, are you really going to go in leggings and a fucking sweater?

“You aren’t gonna change?”

He asks, trying to keep his tone light, but you can hear the slight displease there. You open your eyes and try to get a read on his face. Don’t like how he’s looking at you.

“Uh… I mean, I can?”

“Great, change and freshen up then we’ll go.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to say you don’t want to change, and you were going to tell him you would prefer to be comfortable after the long flight, but clearly he isn’t having it. Clearly his ego is talking right now, and you’re not the biggest fan.

You nod anyway though, because suddenly your backbone seems to be missing, which isn’t normal. Normally you’d have no issue telling him no to something… but you start to realize you’ve become a pushover. Ever since you started seeing him, he pushes you, and when you push back he pushes harder.

It’s how you ended up going to that dinner with his friends. It's how you’re now considered his girlfriend. It’s how you ended up on this trip. It’s how you ended up getting off of the bed and silently moving towards your fucking luggage to change, despite the fact you feel like you shouldn’t have to.

It's a bit degrading, but you won’t admit that. You can chalk it up to the fact that maybe he’s right, this is a nice hotel, you should dress accordingly. Your confidence isn’t hurt, you don’t feel a little insecure.

Denial. Burying things in dirt so you don’t have to face them… something you unknowingly share in comming with Seojoon, especially lately, but that isn’t what you’re doing, you swear.

You dig through your luggage without arguing further, pull out a little black dress. Simple enough to look nice, especially if paired with some jewelry. You grab your makeup and toiletry bag as well, and then make your way into the bathroom,

 “I’ll be ready in 20.” Is all you say before closing the door and locking it shut.

You’re tired, just like he is, which is why you didn’t want to be bothered by getting pretty tonight... but you do it anyway. You run your fingers through your hair, style it loosely before you work on your makeup. You do it simply, make sure your complexion is glowing, add some eyeliner and lip stain, and do some finishing touches before you get dressed.

And one very unwelcome thought crosses your mind. It’s as if a fucking bird swoops in, starts picking at the roots of your brain, or maybe planting seeds that have no business being there…

Jungkook would have never said that.

You try to brush the thought off as you put your dress on, but you just can’t. Because the fact of the matter is, Jungkook would have NEVER told you to change, no matter where you’re going. He could have invited you to the most prestige 5 star restaurant in New York, and would have been fine if you wore a fucking trash bag. Would have probably told you how pretty you are too, hell, he may have even worn one to match so you’re more comfortable.

But Seojoon isn’t Jungkook, he never will be, that’s how it should be… so why does the thought make the zap in your chest return?

You shake out your arms once the dress is on, wiggle your torso a bit, as if to physically shake such dangerous thoughts away. It’s one thing to be thinking them when he’s no where near you… but he’s fucking here. Maybe not in the same room, but he’s in this hotel. Thinking about him while simultaneously trying to avoid him is the worst thing you could do.

You look at yourself in the mirror and stare for a moment. Normally, you’re ok with how you look. You have good days and bad days, just like any woman does, but tonight in particular you’re doubting yourself. That bird that came to visit you seems cruel as it picks and prods and plants even more thoughts… What if you embarrass Seojoon?

“Y/N you almost done? I’m hungry.”

His tone is impatient, but not unkind. You are trying to be patient with him tonight, trying not to let those thoughts take hold of you or your mood considering he must just be tired. At least he snapped you out of your own troubling thoughts, but god, you wish he’d just… go back to normal. Wish he wasn't the reason for them in the first place.

“Yeah, coming.”

You call out from the bathroom, giving yourself one last once over before opening the door. As you open it, Seojoon locks his phone a bit faster than normal, but you don’t look too much into it. You’re clearly sensitive today, so is he, you can look into stuff when you aren’t feeling some type of way about every little thing.

He looks you up and down as you step out of the bathroom to grab your purse, and he nods in approval, “That’s my girl, cleaned up nice.”

You know he means it as a compliment, but it doesn’t feel like one. Feels degrading, once again… and the only time you ever liked being degraded was with—

No. Stop.

He's already changed into a button up and some slacks. He looks nice, but that’s nothing new for Seojoon considering his job. Always wearing the nicest clothing he can.

“Mhm. Ready?”

You ask as you reach into your purse, grab your perfume and spray a bit on your chest and arms before securing your purse over your shoulder, and he nods. After you slip on the only pair of heels you packed, you both make your way out of the hotel room, down the hall to the elevator which seems to be in the middle of closing right as you reach it.

That is, until a hand reaches out to stop it from closing.

A tattooed hand.

Fuck.

“Thanks, man.”

Seojoon says casually, and you damn near smack him across the head. Because in the elevator is not only Jungkook, but Sena too. How fucking ironic.

You almost want to accuse him of following you again, but you know there’s no way he was. Unless he has some sort of camera or listening device hidden in your hotel room, and honestly you wouldn’t put it past him but… you know logically, that’s impossible.

You glare at Jungkook as you enter the elevator, and turn your back to him. He doesn’t notice, because holy fuck, he’s stuck on how pretty you look.

How good you look in that dress. How good you smell. How nice your hair looks. How nice your ass looks. How you’re simply here, in the same space he is. Jesus fuck, he misses you, has half a mind to deck Seojoon in the face for existing near you.

“Where you guys headed? Dinner?”

Seojoon asks, and Jungkook nods. Sena doesn’t acknowledge anyone, although she did give Seojoon a little nod in greeting. Fuck you, you guess.

But to be fair, you don’t acknowledge them either. Because what if someone starts talking too much, and proposes everyone eats dinner together? Fuck no. You can’t handle that right now, not with Seojoon being weird and you being moody.

From then on, the elevator ride is quiet. Awkward, just as it was in the hallway. You can hear everyone breathing, although Jungkook’s breath is a bit deeper than the rest. Because he’s having a very hard time being quiet, and being stuck in this small space with you. It’s torture, really.

The ding of the elevator signals you’re on the ground floor, and you exit quicker than you meant to, which earns you an side eye from Seojoon. You just smile at him, reach over to grab his hand and drag him along, hoping he’ll take the lead because you don’t know where the fuck the restaurant is. He obliges luckily, and starts leading the way.

The restaurant isn’t too far off from the lobby, just down one of the hallways. When you enter, you notice how packed it is. Almost every table is full, and you’re hoping for a miracle because if Seojoon waits more than 15 minutes, you know his mood will get even more intolerable. Especially considering the food smells potent, delicious, it makes your stomach growl. You don’t even know what kind of food they have here, but god you’re hungry. You didn’t even eat your snack earlier.

“Welcome, table for two?”

The hostess asks, and Seojoon nods.

“Got it, it’ll be about an hour wait time before a table is ready.”

Of course.

“Seriously? What about that one over there?”

Seojoon nods to a table with four seats in the far corner.

“Ah, sorry sir, that’s reserved for groups of four, if we weren’t so busy tonight I’d gladly seat you there.”

Seojoon huffs, and starts rubbing his temples, considering leaving and going somewhere else. But leaving would mean having to drive into traffic, and every other place is probably just as busy at this hour. Room service is also an option, but it would be an even longer wait considering room service comes from the restaurant.

“We could just have dinner together?”

Surely you’re delirious from hunger and the lingering affects of benadryl.

You turn around, hadn’t even noticed there was anyone behind you, and of course it’s Jungkook and Sena. Sena is looking at him like she wants to stab him, and for the first time you’re with her on this one.

You do not want to have fucking dinner with them.

“Uh, what would the wait be then?”

Seojoon asks the hostess, and she gives him a plastic smile, “No wait, could go ahead and seat you now.”

“Ok great, then lets do it.”

Seojoon doesn’t particularly care about having dinner with them… well, not entirely. He’s just hungry, and although he didn’t say anything earlier, he didn’t want a fucking Almond Joy and Pretzels. He wants food. He can deal with Sena giving him dagger eyes and Jungkook’s annoying chatter if it means he gets to eat an actual meal.

“But Seojoon—”

“Jungkook—”

Seems you and Sena are in sync at this moment, neither of you wanting to have fucking dinner together, although for different reasons.

Sena doesn’t like you. That has been established. The last time you had dinner together, you got on her fucking nerves. She saw you as rude, and to be honest, she simply doesn’t like you. Doesn’t like you around Jungkook… or Seojoon. It’s bad enough she had to drag Jungkook here with her, now she has to share another meal with you?

You feel similarly, although you feel you’d be more justified for it. You can tell she doesn’t like you, and in your head she doesn’t have a fucking reason to be that way… or maybe she does, a voice whispers in your head. You hope she fucking doesn’t.

“Oh come on, it’s either dinner together or we wait forever. It’ll be fine.”

Ever the peacekeeper, Seojoon pipes in. You awkwardly look at him, and then back to Jungkook and Sena, and Jungkook looks like he couldn’t be happier. Because really, this is the highlight of his night. He didn’t even follow you around like a fucking dog this time, it’s just divine timing. He gets to be near you, share a meal with you… swears he won’t spill anything on Seojoon this time.

“Great! Right this way,”

The hostess cuts in, not giving anyone time to protest, most likely because there’s a line behind you and things are busy.

You begrudgingly follow the hostess to the corner where the table is, and take your seat. It’s quiet as you all sit down, and of course you sit next to Seojoon. No way are you sitting next to Jungkook.

Except he sits in front of you, which might be fucking worse. Because now you have to look at him. You have to look at those eyes which are currently shining with stars again, all because his night is turning out much better than he anticipated. Truthfully, he loathed the idea of eating dinner with Sena. She’s grumpy, always is, but is more grumpy than usual tonight. She of course guilted him into it, said it would be embarrassing if she was having dinner alone and her coworkers were there to see… which is funny to him, considering she’s the one who acted embarrassed that he came on this trip at all.

But it doesn’t matter now, because you’re here. As long as you’re here, he’s giddy. Nothing can ruin his night… other than you telling him you hate him and never want to talk to him again, but you won’t, not tonight and in front of each others partners anyway.

As you all settle in to the table, you start sifting through the menu. Make a point not to make eye contact with anyone. Seojoon flags one of the waiters, impatient as ever, orders a bottle of wine and some bread for the table.

The menu is a good distraction, as you realize it has primarily Italian dishes. Spaghetti, lasagna, chicken alfredo, carbonara, it all makes you much hungrier. Makes it easier to ignore the bearded iris practically blooming right in front of you.

“You’ll get a salad, yeah?”

Seojoon asks you, his face buried in the menu like yours. You blink at him as he asks, wondering if he’s making a joke to cut the tension. You wait for it, because you will easily look up and laugh just to make things seem normal right now.

Except he’s not joking, judging by the way he looks up from his menu expectantly. Since when did he fucking decide what you eat? It catches you so off guard that you don't know what to say.

Fuck, what is his problem?

“A salad? I haven’t had a real meal since yesterday.”

You argue weakly. Again, your backbone is missing, because today has just been awful and you’re starting to realize you don’t know how to handle Seojoon. Things seemed so perfect before he declared you his girlfriend, now it’s like… he has some sort of ownership on you.

“And? You shouldn’t be eating anything heavy this late into the evening, so you should get a salad.”

You’re bewildered when he says this, because what the fuck? You were on a plane all fucking day, what does it matter if you eat a bowl of pasta? It’s not even 8pm yet. It’d be one thing if he had a valid reason, but when have you ever ordered a salad when you went out on dates? And when has he ever ordered for you?

“And? What are you getting?”

You retort, your tone finally turning clipped because you’ve had it with him today. Ever since you landed, he’s been acting like a dick. Bossing you around, speaking to you like a child, giving you the fucking ick. Your patience is at it’s limit, you being hungry only makes it worse, and he wants to tell you to get a salad?

“I’m getting the steak, why does it matter?”

“So why can you get a steak and I have to get a salad? What’s the difference?”

“I’m a man, Y/N, and I don’t like salads.”

“Ok, and I want pasta.”

“Why are you getting an attitude right now? It was just a suggestion.”

How embarrassing, your first actual argument as a couple is in the middle of a restaurant, in a foreign country you’re visiting, in front of two people you don’t want to fucking be around. You’re shocked, because you didn’t expect him to talk to you like this, especially in front of people. A suggestion? Bullshit. He was bossing you around again, and for the first time you’re starting to actually question him. Not just his behavior today, but what the fuck did you see in him all these months? Had he done this before and you were in denial about it, but you’re finally seeing it now? Or is he switching up because of the fact he has security in your new label?

He may as well have uprooted you and put you in a pot, slapped a label on it that says Property of Seojoon with how he’s fucking acting.

“You her dietitian or her boyfriend?”

You and Seojoon both look away from each other to look at Jungkook, who looks pissed. Seojoon wouldn’t notice, because he doesn’t know Jungkook like that. But you, oh you know him, and the feathering in his jaw is all you needed to see to know he’s irritated.

Part of you wants to butt in and tell him to back off, mind his business, set those boundaries and build those protective fences you’ve been trying to since you reunited with him. You’re certain he’ll use this as an excuse to pry, maybe even try to talk you into breaking up with him… regardless of the fact you didn’t technically agree to the label Seojoon slapped on your pot, that’s what it would be; breaking up.

But the bigger part of you… almost likes it. Likes the fact that Jungkook doesn’t care that Sena is here, or Seojoon is your boyfriend, and he’s speaking up anyway. Standing up for you, much like you did at Taehyungs when Sena spoke to him like a fucking child. You’re tired of Seojoon’s attitude tonight, and clearly your backbone is too considering you’ve dealt with it all day and haven’t spoken up until now.

Seojoon looks at Jungkook like he’s an idiot, thinking to himself he can’t seriously be butting in. Who is he to butt in on this? He was just looking out for your health, but you’re so stubborn about everything. He thought Jungkook was on his side after their earlier conversation?

"Boyfriend, obviously. What, you don’t look out for Sena’s health? You’d tell her to order a salad if you knew she’d get an upset stomach.”

Speaking of Sena, she’s watching the entire thing unfold with the most bored look on her face… but her eyes glitter with amusement. She’s enjoying the fact you’re arguing with Seojoon, not as perfect as you pretended to be at Taehyungs.

“She’s not gonna get an upset stomach from eating pasta. And I don’t order for Sena anyway, she’s a grown ass woman, so is Y/N.”

Seojoon looks at you as if to encourage you to speak up, side with him, tell Jungkook to fuck off. But, you don’t, because the side of you that likes this is too prominent to do so. You just stare at Seojoon, looking at him like he’s the stupid one now, and he fucking scoffs.

“Tch. Whatever then, order pasta.”

The waiter comes then, breaking off the argument and setting the bottle of wine Seojoon ordered on the table before taking everyone’s order. You order first, choosing the chicken alfredo, which Seojoon rolls his eyes about. Jungkook orders after you, orders the same thing… and you wonder if he did that shit on purpose. Seojoon orders his steak, his tone clipped, and Sena orders a fucking salad. You almost want to laugh, wondering if she did it just to spite you, but then you remember the kale salad she brought to Taehyungs get together. So probably not.

Except she totally did, to spite you, or silently prove she’s better at listening than you, she won’t admit it. You’ll never catch on anyway.

After the food is ordered, it’s quiet at the table. Sena and Seojoon are both on their phones, as if they’re disconnecting themselves from the tension. Which is why you look at Jungkook, and almost flinch when you see he’s already looking at you. Of course he is, you’re the prettiest thing in the room. Prettiest thing in New York. Prettiest thing ever.

You both stare at each other for a moment, and then he clicks his tongue as if to say ‘I’m disappointed.’ Because he is, he finds himself wondering for the second time today how the fuck you ended up with a guy like this. Did you really like Seojoon? Or were you that desperate to forget him? What flower would Seojoon even be, if he was the one taking Jungkook’s spot in the soil next to yours?

Jungkook knows he’s not much better, he’s a certified cheater, and even Bearded Irises are poisonous, which is something not many people realize because of how pretty they are. So what about Seojoon? The picture perfect boyfriend who seemingly has no flaws, but many secrets that only Jungkook can see?

Maybe Mountain Laurel, beautiful at first glance, but can be deadly if you get too close… let them in.

Of course, you’re oblivious to this elaborate train of thought Jungkook has gone through, all you know is he is definitely questioning you. The fences you put up to keep him out are still intact, but they’re wavering, the posts aren’t as sturdy as they should be considering you aren’t even mad. You feel thankful that he’s looking out for you, which is pathetic considering it’s against your own boyfriend. You shouldn’t need your... whatever he was, to defend you like this.

But you did. And he’s here. And you’re thankful.

You laugh to yourself and duck your head, shaking it slightly, and oh Jungkook damn near fucking melts. Loves seeing you smile, hearing you laugh, even if it isn’t humorous. It unravels him, makes him stop thinking about the fact that Seojoon is clearly an even more poisonous flower than he is, makes him start thinking about how pretty of an Aster you are. Are you still an Aster, even? Did you grow into something new? Will you let him watch you grow?

Seojoon’s eyes tilted up from his phone to see what you were laughing about. Notices the way Jungkook is looking at you. It fucking irks him to his core, because in his head, you’re both laughing at him. Embarrassing him. Jungkook is looking at you as if he feels bad for you, which is a fucking joke. To him it is, anyway.

That’s when he really looks at Jungkook for the first time since he met him at Taehyungs. The lip piercing, the tattooed arm, the hair, the choice of clothes… how old is he, anyway? Dressing like a highschooler going through his emo phase, in a restaurant like this? And he thinks he can look at you with pity?

“Interesting outfit choice.”

It just sort of slips out, and Seojoon nods to Jungkook. Jungkook blinks at him, genuinely confused for a moment, and then looks down at himself.

He's wearing a baggy black shirt, some baggy sweats to go with it. Ok, yeah, he isn’t dressed to impress, especially not like Seojoon… with his stupid lux button up and perfectly ironed slacks. But they’re in a fucking hotel restaurant, they were traveling all day, what does he expect?

Is he really being petty right now? Funny, how Seojoon was comparing Jungkook to a highschooler, because Jungkook is also comparing Seojoon to a highschooler. Although not going through his emo phase, instead one of those stuck up football players that thinks everyone should kiss their fucking feet.

“Yeah? What’s wrong with it?”

Jungkook smirks when he says it, it’s cocky. Cocky because he doesn’t give a fuck what Seojoon thinks, and he feels like he’s in on a secret that Seojoon isn’t. You hate judgmental people, and you already stuck up for Jungkook once, he knows you’ll do it again. Seojoon is making such a fucking ass out of himself that Jungkook can’t even bring himself to be mad about it.

“Oh, nothings wrong with it, just didn’t think sweats were fit for a place like this.”

Seojoon laughs to himself, looks at Sena for approval because he knows damn well you won't laugh at his joke, which isn’t really a joke. And of course, Sena is now looking at Jungkook with disdain.

“I told you to change. You look like a hobo.”

“What’s wrong with looking like a hobo? They’re badass.”

“We’re in a 5 star hotel and you’re dressed like you can’t afford to get in, that’s what.”

“But I can afford to get in, so jokes on whoever thinks I can’t.”

“You’re a fucking child.”

It might be wrong of you, but you don’t feel quite as bad about you and Seojoon arguing when you hear Sena and Jungkook start to argue. Makes you feel normal. You know in the back of your mind that the way Seojoon is acting isn’t normal, nor is the way Sena is. But at this table, clearly it's normal.

“I think he looks nice.”

You mumble it quietly, looking down at the dessert menu as you say it. You don’t know why the fuck you say it, and you know you just added fuel to the fire, just encouraged Jungkook by complimenting him, no matter how subtle or vague it was. Can feel Seojoon looking at you as if you’re the stupid one now, can see Sena out of the corner of your eye looking at you like you’re dirt.

But it was worth it. Because fuck, they need to shut up. This is a disaster already, Seojoon trying to have a pissing contest with Jungkook all because he stepped in when he was being a dick.

“I do, right? Thanks.”

Jungkook says it sarcastically, but on the inside is preening. You did exactly as he thought you would, even if he’s on the other side of the fence, you’re defending him. Even said he looks nice, fuck, what a confidence boost.

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, and Jungkook’s eyes crinkle up heavily. He doesn’t even try to hide his laugh, it’s quiet, but it’s there, and it makes you start laughing too. You both sound like children, and maybe you are both big children. Maybe that’s why you both got each other so well, compared to the prickly pair sitting next to you, who don’t find it amusing in the slightest.

Your food arrives shortly after the little giggle fit, and everyone digs in eagerly. Despite the petty bickering, everyone is hungry, and maybe food will help keep it civil. Jungkook takes it upon himself  to pour everyone a glass of wine before eating, which Seojoon clearly forgot about after the back and forth. Makes sure you have the fullest glass… Makes sure Seojoon has the least full one.

You take a sip almost immediately, and the warm buzz hits you fairly quickly considering you don’t have much else in your system. It’s nice. Makes things feel less tense, although still tense. At least more bearable.

You begin eating your chicken alfredo after, and it really hits the spot. Not only for you, but Jungkook too, judging by that angry look on his face. Fuck, that’s one of the things you miss about him; you always knew the food was fucking delicious if he looked a little grumpy while eating. Like a pissed off bunny or something. It’s cute. And you shouldn’t be thinking like that.

“S’good?”

You mutter around a mouthful, unsure why you’re feeding him, metaphorically of course. Feeding him the attention he’s been trying to get from you since you both reunited. You know damn well he’ll take these crumbs and push for more, but you can’t help it. Not when he looks cute, Seojoon is being an asshole, and Jungkook is the one who's making you feel better.

This is how things get messy. Much like Jungkook when he eats, because one thing about Jungkook is he always eats well… food or not.

“So good,”

He mutters back, also around a mouthful, and you both giggle again. Seojoon is eating quietly, because he’s irritated, wants to go back to the room as soon as possible and pretend everything is fine because he sure as hell doesn’t want to argue with you again. Part of him wants to call you out for letting Jungkook talk to him like that, but he thinks better of it, doesn’t want to get on Jungkook’s bad side… not when he asked Jungkook that favor earlier.

Sena is also eating quietly, although she does look at you and Jungkook like unruly children, no one cares. You’re here to eat, and wouldn’t be sitting with them if it weren’t for avoiding an hour long wait.

There’s no small talk as you all eat your food, and you prefer it that way. It’s been a tiring day, so focusing on eating while people watching is more relaxing than pretending you like Sena, or you’re fine with how Seojoon is acting, or the fact you and Jungkook once planted a garden together but you’re pretending you didn’t.

After about 20 minutes, you’ve polished off your plate. Jungkook has been done for some time now, Seojoon is finishing up same as you. Sena is picking at her salad, barely even touched it, and she looks a bit… pale.

“I’m tired. Going back to my room. Text me if you need anything, but remember I’m booked tomorrow.”

She says as she wipes her mouth, gets up and grabs her purse. “Bills on you.”

Then she walks off, excusing herself without so as much a goodbye. You don’t mind though, because the tension comes down ever so slightly now that shes gone.

Jungkook nods, doesn’t care, was gonna pay anyway even though he knows her company should have everything covered on her end of this trip. He eyes Seojoon, who is a little too focused on his phone, face buried in it as if something urgent is happening… Mountain Laurel.

His phone starts buzzing, which is when you look at him. His brows furrow as if he’s considering answering it, and then he looks back at you. Gives you that tight lipped smile again as he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, and reaches for his credit card. Slides it to you and taps it twice.

“Work call, gonna head up to the room. Dinners on me, even if you didn’t order a salad.”

He winks. As if it’s fucking funny.

He then eyes Jungkook, and where Sena was sitting before rushing off, “Get theirs too, my treat.”

He pats your head and then gets up, nods goodbye to Jungkook, as if he just did him a huge favor offering to pay for his dinner. It pisses you off, but not Jungkook. Jungkook just fucking laughs, shakes his head, wonders if Seojoon thinks this is enough for Jungkook to keep his little secret. More like secrets, because Jungkook knows this guy is hiding something else. Still not sure exactly what it is, but he’ll find out. Will tell you when he does.

Now it’s just you and Jungkook.

Fuck, the tension drains quickly, but comes back just as fast, it’s just... different. It isn’t unpleasant, just heated in a way it only ever was with Jungkook. Like a warm summers day, the same warmth that caused you to photosynthesize over time. Made you both flourish despite the fact you had no business doing so.

“Wanna go smoke?”

He tempts you, like the devil you’re sure he is. Always fucking tempting you when he’s around, and even when he isn’t. Much like the millions of times he’s haunted your dreams over the time you’ve been apart, tempting you to reach out, to check on him, to fucking intertwine your roots again.

“Sure.”

Yet you agree anyway. Because yeah, you could use a fucking smoke. That’s all it is, and you didn’t bring yours with you.

Jungkook knew you’d say yes.

He flags the waiter then, who comes with a smile, probably anticipating a big tip which you plan on giving. Except, Jungkook beats you to it. He pulls out his card so fast it looks like he’s in a rush to be somewhere, holds out one hand toward you as if to halt you from moving, the other holding his card out to the waiter.

“I’d like to pay for these three with my card, the other is separate, can go on that card.”

He gestures to yours, Sena’s, and his plate, and then Seojoon’s as he nods to the card he left on the table.

Because Jungkook will be damned if he lets Seojoon fucking pay for your shit, but he sure as hell won’t pay for Seojoon’s. It’s petty, yeah, but Jungkook is a petty person. Clearly.

At least he didn’t spill tea on him this time… or wine, rather. He’s paying for this expensive ass wine too, by the way. Barely touched by Seojoon, Sena didn’t take a single sip of it, but you and Jungkook almost polished your glasses off.

You don’t say anything about him paying for yours, or not paying for Seojoon’s. You’ve fed him enough reactions tonight, and maybe that tiny (not so tiny) part of you that liked him speaking up on your behalf also likes the fact that he’s paying for your food. Maybe it’s the wine talking.

You begin gathering your things as you wait for the waiter to return, clean up the table a bit. It doesn’t take him long to get back with both cards. Jungkook signs his receipt, leaves a hefty tip. You sign the receipt meant for Seojoon’s card, also leave a hefty tip… it’s the least you could do. Especially if the poor waiter heard any of the bickering going on, although you’re sure he’s heard worse.

You both make your way out of the restaurant then, walking silently down the long corridors of the hotel, each step further away from the noise. Unlike earlier at the vending machine, it isn’t awkward now. It really might have something to do with the wine, always makes you a little more breezy, and as long as you're at ease, so is Jungkook. He feeds off of your energy like the plant he is.

Once you get to the back exit of the hotel, Jungkook holds the door open for you. You walk out and take a deep breath; New Yorks air isn’t the freshest, but it’s nice. Different. Not as suffocating as being around Seojoon was today.

Jungkook leans against the wall as he digs into the pocket of his sweats, pulls out a pack of cigarettes. They look new, which means he got them sometime today. You vaguely wonder if he’s been smoking more since… well, since you both wilted.

He offers you one first, but when you reach to grab it, he pulls it out of reach. You huff at him, wondering why he’s suddenly taking it back, wondering if maybe this was just a ploy to get you alone.

“Say ‘Ah,’”

Yeah. Maybe wine was a bad fucking idea.

You glare at him, and he starts grinning like an idiot, that shit eating grin of his every time he does something mischievous is ever present on his pretty lips. He knows he’s pushing it, but he’s only joking of course… friends joke around. He wants to be your friend. That’s all.

Too tired and done with tonight to argue, and against your better judgment, you open your mouth for him. And oh fuck, he didn’t actually expect you to do it. He expected you to swat at him and call him an asshole, maybe even walk back inside. Not open your mouth for him like you used to when he’d ask… under much different circumstances of course, which dredges up memories that are disastrous considering he’s wearing fucking sweatpants.

He clears his throat and swiftly puts the cigarette in your mouth, flicks his lighter and lights the cigarette for you. Looks away as he puts his own cigarette in his mouth and lights it, one hand covering the flame as his cigarette ignites. Ignores the fact that it's trembling slightly.

You both puff on your cigarette in silence, taking in the city before you. Its liveky, even at this time of night, especially then. People passing the sidewalks, lovers holding hands as they walk, taxis zooming past. It’s oddly peaceful.

“You look pretty.”

Was peaceful, until he opened his stupid mouth and ruined it. Made your heart skip a beat.

You glance at him as you blow smoke out of your mouth, flicking the end of your cigarette, picking at it after. You want to ignore it, but you also don’t want to make it awkward again… ok, and maybe the wine made his words feel a lot more fuzzy than you’d normally allow. Butterflies covered in crimson.

“Mmm. Thanks.”

You mumble, look away from him, try to focus back on the nightlife.

“You have plans tomorrow?”

He asks, no longer leaning on the wall. You haven’t even noticed it, but ever since he lit his cigarette he’s been slowly inching towards you. A little shift of his feet here and there, could be seen as accidental, but it isn’t. He promised himself he’d calm down around you, wouldn’t be so pushy… and after tonight, he knows Seojoon is pushy enough, you don’t need another man being an idiot towards you.

But he can’t help himself. Just wants to feel your warmth, if he can’t touch you, he’ll get close. Play it off. He can’t help the way he fucking vibrates out of his skin near you. It’s always been that way, but the fact that things are different now, and he can’t touch, it makes it so much fucking worse.

You shrug at him, because truthfully you didn’t have plans. You’re kind of stunted on what to do considering Seojoon is going to be busy most of the day, if not the entire day, and you didn’t exactly have time before coming to plan out any activities. You were hoping Seojoon would show you around, take you to do something fun, but clearly that isn’t going to happen.

“Dunno. Maybe go to a museum or something. Wanna see Central Park too…”

You’ve never been the biggest fan of museums, but they’re a default answer when traveling. You know they have a lovely botanical garden, remember seeing one of your friends post about it on Instagram once on vacation. And of course, the cliché answer, Central Park. You really do want to go though, mark it off your bucket list.

Going alone seems intimidating.

“You know… we could go together. I know the area sort of, been here a few times.”

He proposes lightly, as if it isn’t a big deal, shrugs after and flicks his cigarette. Watches the ashes fall to the ground. It is a big deal though, because fuck, he wants to do these things with you. Wants to see you get excited about all the cool things here, or even irritated at the crowded environment. Wants to be the one to stare at you, only you, in a place with thousands of bodies.

Because you’ll be the most interesting thing there is. The prettiest flower amongst thousands of flower turned people.

You shrug again, because you aren’t sure what to say. You’ve finally noticed how close he is, so close you’d have to look up at him to see his face, which you completely avoid doing. It makes it hard to say no, hard to say yes, hard to say anything at all. He’s fucking suffocating and he isn’t even doing anything.

Suffocating in a way you don’t hate at this moment.

“I dunno. Maybe—”

“As friends.”

His voice is low, quiet, and he steps even closer, but this time it’s deliberate. Not quite nose to nose, but almost. His bulky figure blocks everything else around you, making it impossible to focus on anything other than him. Fuck, he smells good, still wears the same cologne. He’s too fucking close. If you were to kiss him, which you fucking won’t, all you’d have to do is tip toe up to him. Press your lips to his.

His jaw feathers again, although this time it isn’t out of irritation. He won’t admit what it is, neither of you will, because you know what it is. You know what that look means, that heavy looks he gets, similar to the one at the dinner table at Taehyung’s. He wants to reach out so fucking bad. Even drops his cigarette without realizing it as his fingers twitch with the urge to touch. Fuck, he wants to touch so bad.

“Friends don’t look at each other like this.”

You mutter, and want to look away, but can’t. Not when he’s this close. Part of you doesn’t want to. You can almost feel it, his roots digging into the soil, under the protective fence you’ve put around yourself. Reaching for your roots, damn near touching them, igniting something that you swore you wouldn’t let be ignited again. Not as long as he’s married, if ever again at all.

All because he got too fucking close.

And he knows what he’s doing. No, he’s not being as pushy, but he knows he’s poisonous. You have to make sure you’re wearing a long sleeved shirt when handling iris, gloves too, otherwise your skin will become irritated, remnants of touching something you shouldn’t be fucking touching will be left. And unfortunately, you’re wearing a short sleeved dress, and you damn sure don’t have gloves on.

“Sometimes they do.”

He murmurs, his eyes dancing across your face, taking in details he feels he took for granted before. Thinks you’re the prettiest woman, person, flower, garden, planet he has ever seen. Wishes he could tattoo your face on his frontal lobe, make you the center of his existence again. Because that’s what you were, even if he went about it wrong.

He was a coward. Was, being the key word. He’d do just about anything for you now that he has you back, even minutely.

“But they don’t,”

You retort weakly. But it’s the truth, friends have no business looking at each other the way Jungkook is looking at you right now. Like he wants to eat you, kiss the ground you walk on, snatch you up and take you somewhere far away from here where no one can take you from him. And you aren’t innocent either, you’re looking at him similarly. It’s the wine, you swear.

Look, don’t touch.

He reaches out, grabs a piece of your hair and twirls it around his finger, plays with it for a second before tugging it. It makes your eyelashes flutter, your breath hitch a bit. It’s childish in a way, fucking devious in another. But you’ve given him enough reactions tonight, so you slightly tug your head away from him, your hair falling from his fingers like a leaf falling from a tree in autumn. Fucking tragic.

“Unblock me, Y/N. Just while we’re here, can block me again when we’re in Seoul.”

He tries to reason with you, but fuck he hopes after this trip you’ll choose to leave him unblocked. Fate has been on his side thus far, and he hopes to whatever higher power above it doesn’t stop here. Hopes this is the place where you’ll come together again, where you’ll start to bloom again, even if it’s in a different way.

You swallow hard before responding, starting to get cotton mouth much like you do after you’ve had a bad dream. The same dreams that normally consist of him adorned in wilting petals, vanishing right before you… and the thought of him vanishing right now, of this being another bad dream, it almost makes you panic. You realize how much you don’t want that to happen.

You get that zapping sensation in your chest again, and idly wonder if you need to see a doctor.

“I’ll consider it.”

You already did. You’re gonna unblock him as soon as you get in your hotel room.

You flick your cigarette on the pavement, and it lands crisscross with his. Might be a bad omen, or a sign of good luck, you aren’t sure.

He leans down impulsively, this time he actually is nose to nose with you, although he isn’t sure why. In a perfect world, you’d wrap your arms around his neck, kiss him like you’ll die without him, then let him carry you up to his hotel room where he’d do ungodly things to you. But he knows that won’t happen, that sort of thought should be saved for the shower.

Funnily enough, you’re daydreaming about doing that exact thing. You catch yourself quickly, push at his chest.

“I should get back up before Seojoon thinks I ran off with his credit card.”

You mutter as you reach into your purse, pull out your bottle of perfume and douse yourself in it, completely ignoring whatever fucked up heated moment you just had. Because although Jungkook fills you with warmth, even a flower can get too much sun, and you were starting to burn up.

Bury that moment in the fucking dirt where it belongs.

“Dick.”

It's quiet, you almost don’t hear it over the sound of cars passing and people chattering, but you hear it.

“Be nice, Koo.”

It sort of just comes out, naturally, as if it’s second nature to you. It used to be, what feels like a fucking lifetime ago, although it wasn’t that long ago. But you know you fucked up, can tell by his wide eyed stare, the way his cheeks tinge ever so slightly pink, the way his Adams apple bobs.

It's like a dog hearing their owner call their name after being away for too long. He both loves and hates the way his stomach forms into knots. Needs to fucking leave before he does something stupid like grabbing you and kissing you stupid in front of all these people.

He shifts slightly, having to adjust himself before the evidence in his pants shows how fucking desperate he still is for you. Feels pathetic for it, honestly, you didn’t even do anything sexual and his dick is happy.

“Yeah yeah, goodnight Y/N, unblock me or I’ll break into your hotel room and do it myself. Oh, and if Seojoon bitches about the smoke, blame me.”

He walks off then, smiling that smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, disappearing behind the back exit of the hotel. He fucking rushed off because you flustered him, and you hate yourself for feeling disappointed, but you’re also a little embarrassed. Calling him Koo was inappropriate, you shouldn’t have done it. It just happened, and it almost scares you how easy it seems to fall into old habits.

But you also find yourself giggling, because you wouldn’t doubt hid ability to break into your room. Can picture it perfectly, him sneaking in, snooping through your phone, and unblocking his number. He’d probably take a selfie and make it your wallpaper too.

Fuck. You don’t want to miss him.

You shiver, feel a bit cold, decide to go inside as well. Almost expect him to be behind the door when you open it, but he isn’t there.

He needed to get the hell away from you, so he fucking booked it to the elevator. Already ahead enough that you won’t run into him again tonight.

By the time you get back to the hotel room, you can feel yourself getting way too fucking tired. The wine, mixed with your exhausting day, you’re surprised you’re even alive at this point. And Seojoon is already asleep on one of the beds, right in the fucking middle of it, his face smooshed into a pillow as he sleeps like he’s dead.

He's taking up the entire fucking bed. And maybe it should tell you something, the way you’re comforted knowing you have an excuse to sleep in the other one.

You quickly go about doing your night routine; take off your makeup, change into some nighties, and brush your hair and teeth. You’ll shower in the morning, far too tired to do it now. If Seojoon makes a comment about the smoke, you’ll absolutely blame Jungkook.

But you have a feeling you won’t be awake to see Seojoon before he leaves.

Once you’re finally ready for bed, you plug in your phone charge beside the night stand, and flop down on the bed. You’re so ready to fall asleep, get this day over with and try to salvage the trip by doing something fun tomorrow… but you can’t fall asleep.

Not until you scratch the itch to unblock Jungkook.

Only for this trip, like he said. After you can block him again, avoid him again. But he’s not wrong, you’ve never been here, and if you need something you doubt Seojoon will be of any use… it’s for safety, security or whatever.

Of course it is.

So you unblock him. You find his number easily, hit the unblock button, and when you go to set his name in your phone you damn near set it as Koo. Catch yourself. Set it to Jungkook instead.

And right as you hit save, you receive a text.

Déjà vu, because you fall asleep with a fucking smile on your face much like you won’t admit you did when he dmed you on Instagram.

You don’t get the most restful sleep, never do when in an unfamiliar place, but luckily you don’t have any dreams. You were a bit nervous about falling asleep after the heated exchange with Jungkook outside… thought you’d have another dream of him wilting. Or worse, a dream about him touching and kissing you like you thought about last night. Fuck, you need to make sure not to drink anymore wine around him.

When you wake up, the room is quiet. You glance at the tableside clock and see it’s already 10am, surprised you slept so long considering you also slept such a long time on the plane. But jet lag is a bitch, you needed the sleep.

And of course, Seojoon is gone. Theres a note on the table that reads ‘Busy day, text you when I’m done, got you some tea. <3’

His note already seems much more chipper than he was yesterday, and you feel more at ease with that. Maybe he isn’t as much of an asshole as you were starting to think, he just needed some rest… although you definitely need to have a conversation about how pushy he is, you can save that for after the trip. Don’t want to ruin it anymore.

Stretching as you lean up out of the bed, you grab your phone. And fucking of course he already texted you.

You aren’t smiling. Have no reason to be, not at him. Absolutely not.

You are.

You don’t text him back right away, instead you torture yourself. Sit on it a bit. Slowly sip on the lukewarm tea in the shitty plastic cup Seojoon made you this morning, courtesy of the complimentary tea and coffee station across the room. You still hesitate on doing anything with Jungkook, especially after last night. Because yes, you can blame the wine, but there’s no wine in your system right now, and you still feel a fluttering sensation in your stomach when you think about it. So you know its fucking dangerous, like walking in a field full of land mines. One wrong move and you’re both fucked.

You take a quick shower, hoping the warm water will wake you up some more, give you some clarity, but it doesn’t do much… although, the more you think about it, the more spending the day with Jungkook doesn’t seem so bad. Otherwise you’d be alone, have no idea what to do or where to go, and Jungkook knows the area. You’d be safe with him, and although you acted like it before, you don’t hate him… despite the heat and tension last night, it was actually fun spending time with him again.

As friends. Just while you’re in New York… you’ll go.

After hopping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel, you text him back.

God, he’s so excited he can barely contain himself, you can practically see him fidgeting through the damn screen, eager to get out of his expo and be with you instead.

You shake your head to yourself, don’t fight the smile this time. Maybe you can be friends. Maybe it isn’t impossible like you kept telling yourself. Fuck, you’re even a little excited, foolishly feel like a weight is lifted off of your shoulders now that you can be in public, without hiding, as friends.

It won’t be complicated this time, you promise yourself that.

You promise.

You finish off your tea and begin getting ready. You let your hair air dry as you throw on some makeup, nothing too heavy, just enough to cover the subtle dark circles and make yourself feel a little prettier. Which is funny, yesterday you wore more makeup than you are right now, yet ypu felt so unsure of yourself. The simple face that you’ll be with Jungkook makes you feel more secure; you could have dirt smeared all over your face and he’d still think you’re pretty.

Not that it matters. It totally doesn’t. Just a comforting thought.

After your makeup, you sift through your clothes. You didn’t bring a lot considering you’re only here for a few days, and decide to wear one of the dresses you brought. It isn’t as fancy as the one you wore last night, more breathable, cozy and comfy. Sage in color with a milkmaid style top, so it’s cute and comfy. Since it might be cooler, you pair it with some sheer stockings. Your purse will be enough to hold things, and of course you already know what jacket you’re bringing. The same one you’ve been wearing for over six months now.

After getting dressed and fussing over your hair, you’re ready. Check your purse and make sure you have everything; wallet, keycard, lip stain, pepper spray… polaroid camera gifted by an iris... girly things.

You try not to check the time too eagerly, but when you do finally check it, it’s 11:45. Time flew by faster than expected, but you’re not mad at it. You’re glad, because you’re excited as fuck to explore New York… has nothing to do with the fact you’re spending the day with your former favorite person.

You make your way down to the lobby shortly after, fully expecting to have to wait half an hour for Jungkook to get there, which you didn’t mind. The lobby has a seating area, and a large tv that plays movies 24/7, so you wouldn’t have minded waiting in there while googling things to do in New York, what museums they might have.

Except when you get down to the lobby, he’s already there. He hadn’t expect you to be early, which is why he left the expo early. He saw what he needed to see, spoke to who he needed to speak to, exchanged information with people who were interested in his work or future collaborations. Saw no issue with leaving early, and quite frankly as soon as you agreed to come, he was doing just as you said he would; fidgeting and unable to sit fucking still because he wanted to get to you.

He looks at you as you walk up, immediately notices the familiar jacket you're carrying... loves that you still wear his shit. But his train of thought is cut off because he can already tell you’re gonna make some comment about him being clingy, so he cuts you off.

“Guess we’re both early.”

He gets out of the chair he was sitting in and hands you the treats he brought; a frappe from a local coffee house, paired with a cinnamon roll the size of your head. Not the healthiest, but who fucking cares? If anything, after Seojoon’s stupid fucking demand for you to eat a salad last night, he wants to spoil you with junk food today. He’ll get you lunch before you can get a sugar crash anyway.

“For you, this coffee house is my fav here. Makes the best frappes.”

You nod and take the treats, take a sip of the frappe and nearly moan at how good it is. Perfectly sweet, almost like a milkshake. You can only imagine how good the cinnamon roll is, it’s still the slightest bit warm inside it’s paper wrapper.

“Thanks.”

“You ready? Picked out a museum to go to, think you’ll like it. Has a bunch of artsy shit.”

“Sounds fun, lets go.”

He nods at you, and fights the urge to grab your hand, instead walking in front of you so you can follow. Meanwhile, you’re thankful for the distraction of the pastry and drink in your hand, otherwise you may have been the one to grab his.

He hails a taxi easily, would have driven but Sena took the rental car they got… and he could have gotten another, but figured you’d enjoy the experience of a New York taxi. He’s right of course, always is with you. Knows what you like and don’t like. Knows you’d fucking hate the subway, but might get a bit giddy at being in a taxi.

He spouts off an address at the taxi driver, who nods and politely asks you to put on your seatbelt. You take this time to munch on your cinnamon roll, careful not to get any crumbs on the car seats. It goes perfectly with the frappe, the flavors are warm and sweet when mixed together.

Familiar. Reminds you of something.

“S’good?”

Jungkook asks, has been watching you this entire time like a creep. Likes watching you eat, feels full when he does. Feels proud knowing he did a good job at picking something yummy for you to munch on.

“Very,”

You mumble and wipe some of the glaze from the corner of your mouth, your eyes find him as you do so. “Want a bite?”

Jungkook had already gotten himself an Americano and donut at the coffee house, so he isn’t particularly hungry, but… if he takes a bite, that would mean his mouth indirectly touches yours. Like a kiss. You don’t have to know that’s what he’s thinking, maybe it’s creepy in the same way he was watching you fucking eat, but you don’t have to know. Just a silly little thought.

“Sure.”

He opens his mouth, beckoning you to feed him. You weren’t planning on it, you were going to tear him off a piece, maybe offer him half of it, but not fucking feed him. Yet here he is, his mouth open like a baby fucking bird. You roll your eyes at him, but he doesn’t close his mouth. Just looks at you expectantly.

So you reluctantly bring the cinnamon roll to his mouth, and he takes a bite off of the piece you had bitten off of, despite the fact you aimed an untouched part at his mouth. You scoff at him and pull away,

“Now I’m gonna get your cooties.”

“You already have my cooties.”

You don’t need the fucking reminder.

“Friends don’t talk like that,”

You argue with him, taking a big bite of the cinnamon roll to busy your mouth and your wandering mind. Because yeah, you do in fact have his fucking cooties, all over you. And how you got them makes the inside of the taxi heat up a bit. Fuck him for bringing that up.

“Yes they do, I’ve kissed my friends before. Kissed Namjoon’s cheek once.”

You roll your eyes and look out the window, but find yourself smiling at the thought of Jungkook kissing his friends cheek. Find it funny how he’s trying to make it seem like his relationship with the boys is the same as you two. Almost wanna fight back and ask him if he fucked them too, just to see him sputter over his words, or maybe get that needy look in his eyes.

But you don’t. That would be crossing the line. You’ve already dangerously teetered those lines, you don’t need to get any closer to blurring them. Because once a line is drawn in dirt, it is so fucking easy to just step over it and make it disappear.

“Whatever.”

You say after swallowing your bite, washing it down with a sip of your frappe. The rest of the ride is peaceful, a bit quiet. Jungkook doesn’t want to overload you by talking too much, trying to keep his promise to himself and you to chill the fuck out. Knows you’ll enjoy the scenery of the city anyway, especially during daytime. It’s also gorgeous at night, which he plans on showing you later on. To some, New York may be ugly, but he knows you’ll find the beauty in it. He occasionally pipes in of course, pointing out different stores and restaurants he knows little facts about or thinks you’ll like, but he doesn’t push it beyond that.

He's right of course, watching the tall buildings pass as you make your way through lunch traffic is pretty cool. Watching the people walking, there’s so many different faces here, it’s easy to get caught up in watching everything pass by. It’s like watching life unfold, and you wonder what some of these people are like. You see some business men, you wonder if they’re married and happy, or alone and living paycheck to paycheck. You see a mom with her daughter, and you wonder where the dad is, if he’s present at all. You also see an old couple, and you know they’re happy, at peace, can tell by the way they look at each other.

Wonder if all of these people were flowers, what kind would they be? Or would they be something else entirely, are you and Jungkook the only ones in this fucked up metaphor between human and plant?

Before you know it, the taxi halts. You were so caught up in people watching, you didn’t realize the time pass by. In reality, the museum wasn’t too far from the hotel, only a couple of blocks away. But still, you weren’t really paying attention.

Jungkook pays the taxi driver with cash and hops out of the car, holds his hand out to take your cinnamon roll wrapper as you follow him. You hand it to him, and he’s pleased to see it’s mostly empty, other than a small piece at the bottom.

When you get out, you stretch a bit, and finish off your frappe. Follow him to a nearby trash bin to throw it away, and then look up to see which museum he picked, assuming it’s an art museum of some sort.

And holy fuck, you freeze. Because yes, it is technically an art museum, but what the fuck was he thinking?

“Jungkook what the fuck?”

“Huh?”

He asks, blissfully unaware of your sudden mood change at first, dusting his hands off on his jeans before looking at you. Almost flinches when he sees the offended look on your face.

“You fucking with me?”

You ask, because you can’t seem to grasp why he thought this was a good idea. Start to wonder if he had an ulterior motive in taking you here, or if he’s just a fucking dumb ass.

He looks up then, genuinely confused by your reaction. Truthfully, Jungkook didn’t do any research on museums here. Sure, he knows of a few, but he also knows Yoongi has been to New York a lot. Yoongi comes here for work and pleasure, has been to every museum there is, probably every restaurant too, so he asked him for recommendations.

Blindly fucking trusted him when all he gave was an address and a text that said ‘you’ll both love it.’

Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up when he reads the sign, reaches up to fidget with his lip ring. Tugs on it a bit, because he fucking knows this looks bad on him. Wants to throttle Yoongi, fucking will when he gets back home.

“Y/N I swear to god I didn’t know, I asked Yoongi for recommendations and he told me to come here, I didn’t know it’d be… this.”

Your first instinct is to accuse him of lying, but you stop yourself when you see him worrying at his lip ring. He’s nervous, and fuck it makes you feel guilty. You shouldn’t feel guilty, he’s the one who promised you a fun day and dragged you to the most sinful museum maybe fucking ever. You’re adults, sure, but you have history, and things are supposed to be platonic…

But he isn’t lying and you don’t want him to be nervous.

“Well you should have checked or something.”

You mutter weakly, reaching for his hand and pulling it away from his lip ring. Touching him. Making him turn stupid for a second.

“Sorry. Let’s go somewhere else, I’ll look real quick—”

“No, lets just… try it. We’re adults, maybe it’s fun.”

You try to sound enthusiastic, but you’re nervous too. You can be mature about it, but it’s the premise of it; here with a man who haunts your dreams, sometimes makes them wet... it’s dangerous. Fuck, it’s all so dangerous with him.

Or maybe you’re just a fucking masochist.

He eyes you wearily, doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable, but also… he is a bit intrigued, he can’t lie.

“I’m sure, shut up, lets go.”

You grab his hand, preventing him from asking anymore questions. You’re adults, you repeat to yourself. You can be mature about this, and you’re sure friend groups come here all the time. Couples too… ok, probably mainly couples, but still. It could be fun.

You begin dragging him inside, and suddenly he doesn’t fucking care where you are, where you’re taking him, whether or not it’ll be awkward. Because you’re holding his hand. Touching him. He’ll do whatever you want. Even if it means going into the Museum of Sex with his ex lover.

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Into you~ Chapter Eleven 🔞

“Haein you-“

Kook rubs Anya’s shoulders, trying his best to reassure her that he can handle this. Haein was nothing compared to what he’s used to. He can handle this and make sure Anya doesn’t feel guilty either. “It’s okay Anya, it’s clear that she’s just jealous.” He looks at Haein with a small smile on his face. He’s wants to yell at her and tell her how wrong she is and how much he loves Anya. The old him would’ve probably ghosted Anya after they slept together, but that’s the thing he wasn’t the old Kook and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be. Anya changed him she really did and he wanted to not only prove to himself that he’s not the same but he also wanted to prove it to Anya too. “You’re upset that someone other than you can take care of Anya and it’s okay I get it, trust me.” He casually pours himself a glass of water. He wanted to act nonchalant, like her words didn’t affect him, then he realized he doesn’t need to act because her words didnt affect him. Not one bit. He knew his true feelings and so did Anya. Fuck what anyone else has to say. “You know I was in the same position as you. I felt like Anya should only be with me and no one else. Because I thought nobody was good enough for her but me.” He sips his water, sighing at the cold sensation. “But that’s when I thought to myself. If I continue to act that way I could lose Anya and that’s never happening. Anya cares about you a lot and I care about her a lot. So by default you and I will be seeing each other more often than you think.” He walks back over to Anya. “Hate me if you want I really don’t care because like you said, you don’t know me and I don’t know you. But I do know that we both care about Anya so why not put your insecures aside and think about Anya’s happiness for once. She’s been really excited with us meeting and you’re ruining for her.” He takes a long sip of water, his gaze locked on Haeins. He could see the annoyance in her expression and he really tried his hardest not to laugh.

Anya and Haein were speechless, but especially Anya. When the hell did he get this…..intelligent? Also why did she get turned on by him standing up for himself and her….not the time Anya. She looks at Haein and she recognizes that look on her face. That’s the “I’ll beat his ass” face. What could Anya possibly say or do to fix what’s going on right now? This was a complete disaster they aren’t getting along at all-

Haein laughs. She straight up just laughs like she heard the funniest joke in the world. Anya doesn’t know if she should be worried or happy?

“I like him.” Haein says still slightly chuckling.

“You like him….?” Did Anya hear that right? Does Haein actually like Kook? Is she being sarcastic? Anya couldn’t tell…

“He’s petty, and so am I.” She takes another bite of her food.

“I’m not petty I’m just truthful, right babe?”

“I-..” What the hell is going on? Kook and Haein will……get along? Just like that? Is this a fever dream or something? Anya looks between Kook and Haein and that tension she felt earlier was suddenly gone. Maybe she overreacted about them. She nods and smiles, starting up a conversation for both of them to participate in. This is everything she wanted.

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After what felt like hours of listening to Kook and Haein bicker about what’s Anya’s favorite food, eventually Haein gives up and heads home for the rest of the night. “I knew she’d like me” Kook says with a grin. “I just have that…..charming personality.”

Anya smiles, sitting next to him on the couch. “You do. She’s a tough one to crack but…I’m happy you two could get along.”

“Yeah. Even though I didn’t want to spend tonight doing this, I’m happy if you’re happy.” His eyes sparkling with want. Anya knew what he meant by that and now that they’re alone maybe she could ask the question that’s been bugging her for weeks now.

“Could I ask you something?”

He adjusted his position on the couch to turn towards her, giving her his full and undivided attention. “Yeah.”

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself to finally say what she's been holding back for so long. A little part of her is scared that he might fully reject her, but then again. It looks like he wants her to. Even earlier today in the hallway at the university, she could feel the way he touched her, and kissed her. The desperation in his eyes and the disappointment when he found out that Haein was coming. He definitely wanted this, but why is it taking them so long to get there. She’s practically begging at this point. “I um….I don’t want to sound weird or….desperate but um…” she turns her gaze away from him, not able to look at him in the eyes when she says this. “Why haven’t we…..you know…..s-slept together?” This was so embarrassing for her, but she needed to know why. “It’s just….sometimes we get really close to doing it…..but you stop, why? Do you think I’m…inexperienced? Or are you not ready? Or am I ugly-“

“Anya.” He cuts her off, putting a hand over hers. “I want to. You don’t understand how much I do.”

“Then why haven’t we?” She says, her voice whining slightly. “I don’t understand. If you wanted this too why wait?”

“Because….” He sighs. “You’re not someone temporary in my life. This…..us….its the most important thing in my life and I don’t want to ruin it because I’m horny.” He moves closer. “I want our first time to be memorable. You know I’m used to a different….routine when it comes to that and I’m not doing that anymore. I want to make you feel amazing Anya. I just didn’t think you were ready for that. And if I’m being honest.” He pressed his body against hers, pull her into his lap. “It’s getting hard…..really hard.” He looks up at her with hooded eyes, his breath catching slightly as he takes in her appearance on top of him. He licks his lips unconsciously, his gaze drifting to her lips before meeting her eyes again.

Anya gasps slightly at the stiffness she felt underneath her. Was he…….?

“Look what you do to me….feel what you do to me…” Kook adjusts her in his lap so she can feel his length against her thigh. He couldn’t control himself anymore, he was so close to just giving in right here, right now. “I’ll only do this if you want to. We can wait…..or not.”

Anya shakes her head. There’s no way she’s going to pass up this chance to finally have him. “No I…..I want to. Just nervous a little….” She says looking down slightly, embarrassment washing over her. It’s not that she hasn’t had sex before, because she has obviously but she’s never done it with someone she loves. The emotions and desire were so overwhelming and this would be different. Regardless she was ready.

“Have….Have you ever done this before?” Kook asks cautiously.

“Yeah. It was a while ago though, but I….I want this…..I need this.” She places her hands on his chest to ground herself. Her heart was pounding and her body thrumming with excitement.

He runs his hands down her thighs, his touch gentle and soft. “Me too.” He leans forward, his lips brushing against her neck, kissing at the sensitive skin underneath her ear. He runs his hands up her sides, his touch sending tingles of pleasure through her body. “I want to take my time…..I want to explore every inch of you.” He whispers, his voice a low laced with hunger and desperation. Kook’s heart was pounding in his chest as he continue to touch her. He can feel himself getting more and more arousal by the second. He pulls away from her neck, cupping her cheek in his hand, his touch gentle and loving, he looks at her with a mixture of desire and tenderness. “Do you trust me?”

Anya nods immediately, not second guessing his answer.

Kook lets out a low moan as soon as she nods, pulling her into his arms and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He's gentle, but the pent up desire in him is evident. He slowly lays her down on the couch, covering her body with his own as he kisses her deeply. His hands tremble as he reaches for her shirt. “Can I….take this off?” He asked, his voice low, heated whisper.

“Y-Yes.”

He looks into her eyes as he gently pulls it over her head and tossing it aside. Kook's touch is gentle and unhurried, as if he's worshipping her body for the first time, well it is the first time and he plans to take his precious time making sure she feels good. He runs his fingers along her skin, mapping out every curve and line, before leaning down to press soft kisses to her neck, collarbone, and chest. “You're so beautiful.” He continues to kiss and explore her body, his hands roaming over her skin as he takes in every detail. When he reaches her pants, he gently kisses the button before unfastening it and slipping his hand inside to caress her thigh. “Can I...can I take care of you first? Please?” He almost begs, he looks at her as he watches her eyes half lidded. Her mouth slightly open, panting slightly. She needs this and Kook wanted to make sure she was ready for him first.

Anya’s cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire as Kook asks so sweetly. She nods, unable to speak as he gently pulls her pants and underwear down her legs. Kook's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of her, his heart pounding with love and desire. “Fuck..” Kook leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh before trailing kisses up to where she needs him most. He's gentle at first, his touch light as a feather, but he quickly learns what she likes, increasing the pressure and pace as her moans fill the room. He looks up at her, his eyes heavy lidded as he takes in her disheveled state. "Does that feel good?" he asks, his voice thick with desire as he watches her chest heave with labored breaths.

Anya could barely speak, her mind cloudy with pleasure and need. She doesn’t remember the last time she’s ever felt this good. It’s like he’s taking her virginity and she’s experiencing this for the first time. “Mhm.”

He smiles, lowering his head once more and continuing his movement. He uses his hands, his mouth, his fingers, anything and everything to drive her to the brink of madness. He wants her to beg, to scream his name. Kook could get lost doing this, this is felt good to him just as it felt good to her. She tastes sweet and he wanted more, more of her in anyway way possible. He feels her body tense up beneath him, telling him that she’s close. He doubles his efforts, his tongue swirling and flicking rapidly as he holds her tight, refusing to let her escape the pleasure.

Anya hands clutch at the couch pillow, her back arching off the couch as she finally reach her peak. She call out his name, her voice hoarse from the force of her release. He continues to lap at her, cleaning her up as she comes down from her high. Kook crawls up her body, his eyes dark with barely restrained lust as he hover over her. “That was incredible, Anya. Watching you come undone like that…..it was hot…..so hot.” He grinds his hips against hers, letting her feel the hard evidence of his desire through his pants. "I need you, now." He growls, his voice barely recognizable. "Please Anya tell me it's okay."

She looks up at him, her heart racing and her body still trembling from her orgasm. She nods, too overwhelmed to speak again, and Kook lets out a relieved sigh before reaching into his wallet. He pulls out a condom and quickly tears it open. He removes his pants then underwear, his eyes never leaving hers. He reaches down rolling the condom onto his length. Kook positions himself between her legs, his hands shaking as he gently pushes her knees apart. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before slowly pushing his length inside her. They both let out a moan at the instant contact. Everything was quiet except their heavy breathing and quiet moans. He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, allowing them both to adjust. He peppers her face and neck with kisses as he makes love to her, whispering sweet words of affection and praise. "You feel amazing, babe. I've wanted this for so long..."

His pace quickens, his breath hitching each time he pushes into her. He's careful, gentle, always checking in to make sure she’s okay. Anya encourage him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, muffling his moans against her skin as he feels his release approaching. He reaches between their bodies, his fingers finding her sensitive bud and rubbing in tight circles. "...I'm getting close. Are you...?” She nods eagerly, her own breathing growing more rapid as he works her into a frenzy. "Come with me, Anya" he pants, his voice strained with effort. "I want us to come together." At his words, she feels her own orgasm building, his fingers and the feeling of his length inside her pushing her over the edge. Anya cries out, her body shaking as she comes hard around him, and he follows soon after, his hips jerking as he fills the condom with his release. He collapses on top of her, his body heavy and warm as he nuzzles her neck. He rolls off to the side, taking care of the condom before pulling her into his arms and wrapping a nearby blanket around them both. "I love you." He mumbles, his voice slowly returning to normal.

Anya looks down at him, her heart filling with joy and love. Hearing those three words she always said to him in her head. Her eyes softening as she holds onto to him, never wanting to let go. “I-I love you too.” She says trying to hold back tears of joy.

“Say it again.” He lifts his head up, his eyes on her. “Tell me again..”

“I love you, Jungkook.”

He looks into her eyes looking for any signs that she might not mean what she’s saying, but he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. He felt like he was on cloud nine. Emotions running through them. Happiness, love, admiration, pride. He felt all of it……all of her. He’s never been in love before and no one has been in love with him….not like this. He hugs her tightly as if he doesn’t want her to go, as if she’ll change her mind. The amount of joy he’s feeling right now was overwhelming. He doesn’t want this moment to end, never. “God you’re just…..you’re amazing. That was way better than I thought.”

“It was incredible, you were incredible.” He was more than incredible, he was magnificent. Everything was perfect, he didn’t rush her. He made sure she was comfortable and he made her feel so good as if he knew her body more than she did. She keeps replaying the moment in her head over and over again on a loop.

He looks at the smile on her face. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” He sits up finally being able to breathe normally again.

“No you weren’t it was perfect Jungkook.”

He smiles softly. "It was perfect. You're perfect." He kisses her tenderly, pouring all his love and affection into the gesture. After a moment, he pulls back, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So..." Anya raises an eyebrow, a small smile on her lips. "So...?" She says, enjoying the playful look on his face. He chuckles, his arms tightening around her. "Ready for round two?" He grins, his hands already starting to explore her curves again. She laughs, a light blush coloring her cheeks at his eagerness. "Eager much?" She tease, but she can already feel the heat building between her legs again. He nips at her neck playfully. "I'll never get enough of you. I’m addicted already.” He smiles. “But your bed might be more comfortable don’t you think?” Anya nods as she stands up, holding the blanket that’s covering her body tightly, she reaches out for his hand to guide him to her room, but before she could take a step in that direction he lifts her in his arms and carries her. She wraps her arms around his neck for support as he pushes through the door, kicking it close with his foot. He gentle lays her down on the bed, removing the blanket around her. “This is in my way.” His eyes were different this time, more hungry and eager. She could tell he wasn’t going to hold back and she was ready for him to take control and make her go crazy.

“I want to be gentle with you…” he says his fingers trailing down her body. “I’m not a gentle guy…..” he cups her breasts, squeezing with as he looks at her reaction. “Can you handle me? Can you handle what I want to do…….and how I do it?”

Anya eyes couldn’t look away from him. He was touching her in all the right places, but she wanted more. She wanted to test her limits and his. “Do it.”

Kook smirks down at her grabbing her wrists and pin them above her head, his grip firm but not painful. He leans down, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her lips. "I'm going to fuck you. I can’t hold back anymore.” Her eyes widen slightly, a mix of anticipation and a little bit of nervousness flickering across her face. She bites her lower lip, nodding consent. Kook grin wickedly, his hands tightening on her wrists. "Good.”

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“Are you fucking stupid? How did he not die?!” Kook yells at his monitor probably scaring the rest of his viewers along with his neighbors. Anya was lying in his bed catching up on school work. She would occasionally look over at him and smile to herself as she watches his eyes fixate on the computer screen. It’s funny how things work out in life. She went from being a fan of him to being his actual real life girlfriend. Things like this never happened to Anya. Stuff like this happens in books she reads or shows she watches, but no matter how much she tries to deny it, this is real. He’s real. And she couldn’t be any more happier. She looks at him and admires his features and can’t wrap her head around how someone like him could love someone like her. Then again being with him makes her feel less insecure more than ever, she’s not the same shy girl she used to be before she started watching him. She was now a confident, mature, and loved person. All because of Kook…….her Kook. Anya wonders how far this relationship will lead but instead of overthinking this like she’d normally would, she’d just enjoy these moments with him and look forward to the future.

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Into You~ Chapter Ten

Kook walks into his first class completely unfocused. He fidgets in his seat, biting his nails as he thinks about the upcoming night ahead of him. All he could think about was finally, finally having Anya the way he wanted. It was driving him insane, he felt so eager and excited at the thought of being with her again. He was so desperate for her and he really didn’t care. He doesn’t understand how could one person have this effect on him. Then again he’s never been in love before so that could be why. That night when they first met face to face he felt the magnetic pull between them immediately, but when they kissed it was a completely different emotion. He felt a surge of electricity and warmth as he felt her lips on his. That night he didn’t even sleep, just stared at the ceiling, replaying the kiss in his head on a loop. Obviously he wanted to sleep with her to satisfy his own needs, but that’s when he slowly realized that it’s not just about his needs and desires, it’s about hers too. That’s the whole point of having sex in the first place. He promised to himself that he’d wait at least until she was ready or if it was the right time. But seeing the look in her eyes, the way she pulled him closer, when she moaned softly against his lips…….that’s when he realized she was just as needy as he was. He closes his eyes trying hard to not get a hard on in the middle of class……again. To be far he couldn’t help it. He was a sex addict before he met Anya, this is the longest he’s been without it. He shakes his head fighting back those thoughts. “Be patient.” He says in his head, needing to reassure himself. Yeah this was going to be a long fucking day……

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Anya stares at Haein, feeling a wave of emotions, angry, sadness, guilt, and longing. She missed her, but she also knows that Haein is still upset with her about everything. Then again shouldn’t Anya be upset with her too? The harsh words Haein threw at her still replays in her mind from time to time. They both deserve an apology from each other and Anya decided that she would be the first one to say something. She didn’t know what or how Haein would react but at least she’s trying.

“Haein..” Anya says, thinking of something to say that’s not too passive aggressive. She wanted to remain calm and not let her emotions get in the way.

Haein leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her gaze felt heavy and judgmental. Suddenly Anya felt insecure and embarrassed. She knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“I um….” Anya muttered. “I’m sorry Haein, for everything.” She didn’t even know what she was apologizing for, but it felt like the right thing to do at the moment.

Haein was quiet for a moment before replying.

“You’re happy.” She states, not questioning Anya. Haein knew her better than anyone, she knew when she was happy, sad, angry, everything. It’s not a surprise that Haein knew how happy she is, which makes Anya feel guilty in a way. What if this entire time Haein has been watching Anya be happy with Kook, and who knows she’s probably even more pissed at the situation or even jealous….

Anya nods. “I am. He’s….amazing.” Anya didn’t want to deny her feelings for Kook because she truly did like him, also she didn’t want to rub her happiness in Haeins face, but she wanted her to know that she’s actually happy.

Haein studies her expression for a while, all she sees is happiness and love in Anya’s eyes. Haein doesn’t think she’s ever seen Anya this happy before. “I’ve seen you two….together. Around campus.”

Anya was taken aback by her words. So she was watching Anya be happy this entire time? That alone makes her feel even more guilty. “I…I’m sorry Haein-

“For what?”

“I…” Anya still didn’t know why she was sorry, it’s just her default word at this point. She just felt like apologizing would lighten the pain she thought Haein was going through because of her. “I’m sorry if I…..hurt your feelings..”

Haein nods as she hears the apology. Her eyes slightly glossy. “Yeah….I’m sorry too. I was just…very emotional that day. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. That was shitty of me.”

“Thank you.” Finally they both got the closure they needed. Anya feels as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She missed her best friend….she really did.

“And about my….confession.” Haein says feeling a pang of embarrassment. “It’s true, but uh….I know we’re better off as friends. I don’t want things to be….awkward anymore.”

“Yeah me too.” Anya smiles, feeling grateful that Haein understands that they’re better off as friends. Just like they’ve always been.

“So…..I want to met him.” Haein says crossing her arms once again, her confidence coming in. “I know nothing about him. Only that he’s a streamer. I need to meet the guy who my best friend is in love with.”

Anya’s eyes shoot open. “L-Love?” She looks around the empty room as if someone is listening. “That’s…..not….” She avoids Haeins gaze, feeling embarrassed at her assumption. Then again…..Haein always seems to know Anya from the back of her hand. There’s no point in lying about it, and Anya has been dying to vent about her and Kook for a while now. She sighs finally admitting to it. “Yeah….you’re right. I love him.”

Haein nods. “I can tell. He looks like he treats you right.”

“He does.” Anya smiles remembering all the things he’s done for her. “He’s perfect in every way, you know?”

“He better be. If he hurts you I’ll kick his ass.”

Anya laughs. She knew Haein wasn’t joking about that. Also the thought of her best friend and her boyfriend being friends makes her heart warm. The two most important people in her life are finally meeting and she couldn’t be happier.

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Kook practically runs out of his first class to find Anya. His thoughts full of nothing but her and what they’re going to do tonight. The second he spots her he wraps his arms around from behind, placing small kisses on her neck. “I missed you.” He murmured in between kisses, pulling her closer, his fingers tracing over her hip.

Anya smiles leaning into his touch. “I missed you too.” She turns around to face him. “I’ve got good news.”

Kook’s eyebrows raised slightly, his mouth curling up into a mischievous grin. His mind already wondering with thoughts of tonight.

“I know you can’t speak out loud because you don’t want anyone to hear your voice, so I’ll just tell you.”

Kook nods and listens intently.

“Me and Haein made up….sort of. Her and I talked about everything and we both apologized to each other…..I got my best friend back.” She smiles. “I’m just really happy, you know? Oh yeah she wants me to meet you too! She can be a bit…..intense but I would love for you two to meet.”

Kook smiles, his heart pounding with love and affection as he sees her expression. To be honest Kook was always interested in meeting someone that’s close to Anya other than her brother. He wanted to hear silly stories about Anya as she grew up or even make fun of baby pictures of her. He just wanted to feel close to her as he could. Anya already met all of his close friends and now it was his turn, but then again the circumstances were different. Haein was interested in Anya romantically and Kook wanted to make sure that Haein knew that Anya was his, not hers. Maybe it’s the possessive nature coming out of him but he can help but feel on edge with someone liking Anya romantically other than him. Regardless he nods in response agreeing to meet Haein for the first time.

“Great!” Anya takes his hand in hers heading towards their next class. “Come over after your shift tonight and you two can meet.”

He stops walking. Tonight? No tonight they already had plans. Plans that he’s been wanting to do for days now. He didn’t want to wait any longer. He pulls her aside, so he can speak freely with her. “Tonight? Like tonight, tonight?”

“Yeah why?”

“Because-“ he sighs. “Because we already made plans remember? You were supposed to stay the night…..and you know….you and I..” he trails off, his eyes pleading for her to change her mind.

Anya looks at his pouting expression, she can see the desperation in his eyes. She knew what he wanted and she wanted it too, maybe more than he did. But this is the first time in a long time she felt like everything in her life was going so well. Haein was back and her and Kook were getting serious, she wanted everything to right. Anya smiles softly as she takes his hand. “I know, but Haein and I are slowly getting back to normal. And I want you to meet her I really do.”

He leans in closer, his voice a whisper. “Anya do you realize how hard it’s been for me?” His eyes sparkling with desire and desperation. “Do you know what you do to me?” He pauses, taking a deep breath trying to control his emotions. “Okay…..okay I’ll come over to meet her.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up with hope.

“Really….Anything for you.” And he meant that. He’d do pretty much anything to put a smile on her face and if that means delaying his dick another few days then he’d have to suck it up. He leans in, kissing her cheek. “Come on let’s….learn something in this class. Don’t distract me this time.”

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Kook was at work stocking PC headphones when suddenly he begins to space out. He didn’t know how tonight would end up and honestly he just wanted to get it over with. He keeps telling himself that he’s being too clingy towards Anya but he can’t help it. When you spend almost every day with someone of course you’d miss them. Since Haein and Anya are friends again he’s worried that she might start handing out with her than him. From what Anya said they used to be glued to the hip for years, and he understands that she needs someone else in her life other than him. He just wants to be the only person who makes her smile and laugh. But again he understands they have a long relationship with each other just like he does with him and his friends. Now that he thinks about it Anya has never complained about his friends. Even when Jimin sometimes flirts with her, she never gets upset or anything. Which is the opposite of Kook. Maybe he should take a page out of her book tonight. He trusts her and she trust him. It’s time to put his own insecurities aside and focus on what’s in front of him instead. Even though it’s going to be hard for his dick to get the message as well. He can’t help his erection and that’s the biggest problem. Anya told him to come by when he gets off so he has approximately two hours to calm down him desires immediately.

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“He should be here any minute.” Anya says pacing across the living room, her phone clutched in her hand. She was fine earlier, in fact she was excited but now her nerves got the best of her. What if he doesn’t like Haein? What if she doesn’t like him? Worst of all what if one of them makes her choose between the other? Maybe she’s overthinking but she knows how bluntly honest Haein is and Kook is pretty protective over her so what else is she supposed to think?

“Can you stop pacing? It’s making me dizzy.” Haein says scanning through her fridge for food seeming really calm at the moment.

Anya stops pacing. “Okay, okay…..I’m just nervous. I want everything to go well…”

Haein grabs a box from the fridge assuming it’s something she can eat. “As long as he isn’t an asshole we’re good.” She heats up the food. “You know I’m not going to hold anything back once I see him, right?”

“Yeah….I know. Trust me…”

With that Anya hears a knock on her door. It’s him….its time. She quickly glances at Haein and makes her way to the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She unlocks and opens the door to see Kook looking just as perfect as ever. “Hi.” She smiles at him. He steps in hugging her tightly. “I missed you.”

Haein watches their interaction, mostly looking at Kook. Her eyes ranking over his movements, looking for any sign of deception.

Anya takes his hand and leads him to Haein. She watches Haein look at him up and down most likely judging him already. Haein takes a bite of her food, eyes glued to Kook.

“Haein this is Jungkook my boyfriend. Babe this is Haein my best friend.”

Kook puts a hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

Haein takes another bite of her food, ignoring his hand shake. That’s makes Anya nervous…..really nervous.

“Haein…” Anya says, feeling the tension in the room. “Don’t be rude…”

That made Haein chuckle. “Rude?” She smiles setting her food down, while looking at Kook intensely. She noticed Kook’s expression remained the same. He wasn’t threatened by her at all. He stood his ground, his head held high and his arm around Anya. Mmm interesting…

“So Jungkook…” Haein trails off. “You sure you’re not just with Anya for your benefit only?”

Kook raises his eyebrows. “What?”

“Anya is innocent and pure. Isn’t that the perfect target for guys like you? So she’s easier to manipulate and control.” Haein takes another bite of her food, seemingly oddly relaxed by the assumption she made.

Kook felt immediately disrespected by Haeins words. He would never EVER manipulate or control Anya. Yeah he’s a little obsessed with her but not to that extent. He didn’t like how she judged him when he’s hasn’t even been here for five minutes. He looks at Anya and sees the slight panic in her eyes. He knew she really wanted this and if Anya wasn’t here his attitude would’ve been a lot different, but he decides to play nice to Haein while Anya is right here. It’s obvious that Haein is just trying to get under his skin to probably scare him away, luckily for Kook he knew how to handle this situation. He looks at Haein, looking just as calm as she is. “You’re right.” He states. “Anya is perfect for a guy like me. Not because I want to manipulate her but because she’s so innocent and pure, she makes me want to be the same way.” He looks at Anya, eyes full of love and tenderness then direct his gaze back to Haein. “So no I don’t plan to manipulate or control her, but…..you seem to know a lot about that, don’t you?” Okay maybe he shouldn’t have said that last part…..but it’s her fault for assuming the worst out of him.

“If you have something to say, say it.” Haein states, her voice firm.

“I feel like I should be asking you that.”

Anya was internally panicking. This is was she was afraid of. Haeins blunt attitude and Kooks protective behavior didn’t work together at all! She’s thinking of a topic to bring up to cut this awkward tension between them. “S-So um-“

“I feel like you’re not good enough for her.” Haein cuts her off, her eyes intense and judgmental. “To me you’re just some pretty boy who made my best friend cry. You flirt with people you don’t know for likes and views. You walk around like you own everything and everyone. And best of all, you’re just waiting until Anya gives you the opportunity to sleep with her. Once you do you’ll ghost her or even pretend like you two never happened.” She leans in close. “That’s what I have to say. Because I don’t know you.”

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Into you~ Chapter Nine

Anya couldn’t be happier where she is in her life right now. Kook and her have been glued to the hip since they met face to face a few weeks ago. Kook would even pop up at Anya’s job a few times a week because he’s ‘bored’. She found his clinginess cute, even though he’d say he wasn’t but Anya knew he was. During school Kook explained to her why he doesn’t talk much, which Anya understood but other than that he’d treat her so well. Although she was really happy with Kook she really missed Haein. They haven’t talked since they had that argument and Anya wants to reach out and apologize but she isn’t sure she should. Haein is stubborn Anya knows she won’t be the one to apologize first let alone reach out to her. She missed her presence in her life. She wanted someone to gossip with, to do fun sleepovers with, but Haein hasn’t reached out. Anya told Kook about Haein and he’s no better. He likes having her all to himself, she found his possessiveness strangely attractive, but maybe one day her and Haein could rekindle their friendship…….hopefully.

She finally met Jimin for the first time and she feels like she should thank Jimin for all of this. If it weren’t for him her and Kook wouldn’t have gotten this far. Unfortunately Jimin is a huge flirt and to her surprise Kook is very protective over her. So her and jimin haven’t been able to talk much. Anya met his other friends when they walked in on them having an heated make out session in Kooks bedroom.

“Damn Kook you’re suffocating her.” Taehyung says laughing. The other guys laughing in the background. “Hey Kook move over when is it my turn.” Jimin teases.

“Get the fuck out now!” Kook snaps at them for interrupting. Looks like they took the hint, due to their laughter retreating away. Kook looks back at Anya feeling frustrated and annoyed. “I hate them.”

Anya laughs finding his frustration cute. “You love them.” She sits up looking down at him. He wraps his arms around her waist, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He inhales her scent, her smell alone was addicting to him. “Where are you going?” He mumbles into her neck.

“Your friends are waiting for you Jungkook-

“I don’t care.” He protests. “They’re just loud and obnoxious I rather stay here with you.” She could feel his lips moving on her neck, leaving little kisses down to her collarbone. His kisses move higher towards her jawline. “I rather be doing this.” His touch became more pronounced as his moves his lips towards hers, kissing her passionately. His lips move over hers hungrily, his tongue slipping into her mouth to slide against hers as the kiss becomes needy and passionate, all restraint and distractions gone as he kisses her with a heated intensity. His hand slides down her back, fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt to caress her skin as he presses himself against her, but before things could get even more intense they heard a loud noise from in the kitchen, followed by laughter. Kook pulls away recognizing the sound. “Damn it…” he mumbles clearly annoyed. “They broke something….again.”

Anya nods as she sits up fixing her clothes. “You better go check on them.” She suggests.

“I’ll be back okay? Don’t even think about moving an inch got it?” He says pointing a finger at her playfully. He was so damn clingy.

“I won’t.” She smiles watching him step out. As soon as she hears the door closes behind him she runs her fingers through her hair feeling frustrated. Sexually frustrated to be exact. They’ve been pretty much together for a while now and the only thing they’ve done so far was make out and a little dry humping here and there. Every time things would almost escalate into something further he’d stop or they’d get interrupted. At first she didn’t mind, in fact they would laugh about it, but when she had someone that looks like him touching her and kissing her….she wants more. Maybe she’s needy but so is he. She wants to sleep with him so bad. Wants to feel him inside of her and satisfy the desire that’s burning inside of her, but he won’t go any further than kissing. Anya doesn’t know if he’s being a gentleman or he just doesn’t want to sleep with her. She wants to ask him and see what’s the problem but she doesn’t want to come off as this horny girl who’s touched starved. It’s stupid she knows but look at him……he doesn’t make it easy for her to remain calm. Especially when he teases her by walking around shirtless and when they’re making out he’d rub himself against her. Things like that makes Anya feel more aroused than she’s ever been in her life. She sighs looking up at his ceiling, when she rather much be looking up at him when he’s fucking her so-…. Anya shakes her head. Enough with those thoughts Anya, he could walk in at anytime. She pulls her phone out to distract herself from those thoughts.

“What the fuck Jin!?” Kook says picking up pieces of a now broken plate, a vintage plate by the way. A gift from his mother when he first moved in. She’s going to fucking raise hell once she finds out this is now broken. “Don’t fucking look at me.” Jin protested. “It’s not my fault you put the dishes in the cabinet wrong. Remember you were supposed to lay the plates down now stack them randomly.” Kook rolls his eyes. Gosh when did they become so fucking annoying.

“I know that look.” Jimin says looking at Kook with a hint of amusement on his face.

“What are you talking about?” Kook didn’t have time for this. Anya was waiting for him and this is the only time they have alone before he has to work tomorrow.

“That’s the look of someone who hasn’t fucked in a while.” Jimin laughs. “I remember that face when he used to call Yuna.”

“Wait you and her haven’t…..” Taehyung asks.

“Nope they haven’t I can tell.” Jimin says with a confident smile.

Kook felt a rush of embarrassment as they came up with this random assumption. He turns around towards his room hoping Anya couldn’t hear. “Can you guys just…..lower your voice.” He whispers pushing them further away from the room as possible.

“Well is it true?” Taehyung asks, his eyes widening.

As much as Kook wants to deny it….they were right. It’s not that he didn’t want to fuck her he did, but this felt different. He wasn’t just fucking her to get it out of his system because he was frustrated or angry. This was something more intimate. Real feelings were involved and he didn’t want to fuck Anya the way he did with Yuna. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to share an intimate moment with her. No rushing just them alone in a perfect place with no distractions. He wants to give her pleasure in ways she hasn’t before. He wants to whisper sweet nothings in her ear as he brings her closer to the edge. He wants to show her how much he…..loves her, but he thinks it’s probably too soon for that. They’ve gotten close to doing it plenty of times but Kook didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. He wasn’t even sure if she was ready or not. Unfortunately for him Jimin was right, he was sexually frustrated. He wants to just say fuck it and have sex with her right now but he wants to wait.

“Yeah it’s true…..” he admits. “It’s not the same with Anya. I just want to wait until it’s the perfect time okay? But……it’s fucking hard.” He sits on the couch. “I can’t even concentrate half the time. You know the other day I had to end the stream early because I got…..a hard on while thinking about her.” He sighs. “She wasn’t even here and my body couldn’t help but react like that.”

They all listened to Kooks explanation. The silliness from earlier gone in an instant. Kooks tone was serious and he hardly gets serious. Kook clears his throat, feeling like he probably overshared a few things. He didn’t want them to know what he did after he ended the stream that day. It’s not everyday you tell your friends you were jerking off like a teenage boy in heat. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’s done that, he always had someone to do it for him but now…..he didn’t have a choice.

“Anyways…..our sex life isn’t really anyone’s business.” Kook says standing up, already missing Anya’s presence. “Can you guys go so I can have some alone time with my girl?”

Jimin sighs shaking his head, but not in a bad way. In way that says “Kook you’re in love and you’re a lost cause now”. All of them thought the same way but didn’t want to risk Kook throwing another tantrum so they just nodded and decided to head out. “Don’t mess things up Kook, she could possibly be the mother of your children one day.” Jin says playfully. “Invite us to the wedding, lover boy.” Taehyung also teases. Kook waves them away, locking the door before they changed their minds about giving them some privacy. Once they’ve left Kook takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Unfortunately he could practically feel his dick growing by the second as he thinks about them two being alone again. Maybe now is a good time. There’s no distractions. It’s just them all alone. The atmosphere changes slightly at the thought. Anya was just behind that door, waiting for him. Kook stares at the closed door for a few moments longer before stepping closer to it. He could feel his heart rate pick up. His breathing quickened. This was it. This is what him and his dick needs right now. He reaches for the doorknob but before he could open the door it opens on its own. Anya was standing there looking beautiful as ever. He notices her items in her hands. She was leaving. Damn it! He was so close…..so fucking close…..

“Hey it’s getting late and we have a test tomorrow morning in case you forgot.”

Kook straightens his posture trying to hide the very obvious tent in his shorts. “Y-Yeah I’ll um….I’ll take you home.” He grabs her hand doing everything he can to distract her from his arousal.

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The drive to Anya’s house was absolute torture. He would regularly drive with his left hand on the steering wheel and with his right he’d rest it on her thigh. In any normal circumstance this would be nice, comfortable, but now it feels like Kook is going to explode. Thankfully the darkness in the car hid the tent in his shorts, plus Anya was too busy on her phone anyway to notice. All he wanted to do was park this fucking car and finally get the relief he needed. He clenches his jaw, his fist almost turning white with how tightly his hold the steering wheel. He’s going absolutely insane and she doesn’t even notice it. How is it so easy for her to just sit there so casually while his dick is practically cutting through his pants. Fuck! He steps on the gas a little harder, he needed to get her home as soon as possible so he can go home and deal with this problem. Damn it why is she so fucking-

“Should I call Haein?” Anya asks breaking the silence. He looks over at her and sees a hint of sadness in her eyes. He knew she missed her friend, but to be honest Kook liked having her to himself. Regardless she’s still upset about their fight and he wants to help in anyway he can. Maybe talking about this would make his dick calm down……hopefully.

“Do you want to call her?” Kook asks already having a feeling on what her answer is.

Anya sighs, feeling conflicted about what she should do. “What if I reach out to her and she…..I don’t know……says she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

“What if she doesn’t? You said she’s your best friend right? Maybe she’s missing you just as much as you’re missing her.”

She didn’t think of it that way. The only outcome she expected was Haein yelling at her about how stupid she is for believing Kook. Anya knew Haein was just trying to help and be a good friend but her words hurt. Also Haein confessed to her. Anya has never seen her as anything other than her best friend and she didn’t want this argument and confessed to ruin everything.

Kook rubs her thigh wanting to reassure her. “Hey…..even if she gets upset at least you can say you tried right?” He gives her a small smile.

“Yeah…..yeah you’re right.” She nods, feeling a sense of determination and hope.

A little later they arrive to Anya’s apartment. Kook walks her to her door with his arm around her waist. He hated doing this. Hated being apart from her even if it’s just for a few hours. But maybe it’s for the best right now. She obviously needs time to think about things with her and Haein. Also Kook needed some alone time too. “Dream about me?” He says pulling her body against his.

Anya chuckles. “You wish.”

“Maybe I do…” He says with a grin leaning in closing the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss. He kisses her roughly, making use of this opportunity he's wanted for so long. His grip on her waist tightens as he presses her against the door. His tongue entering her mouth this time as he deepens the kiss. He presses his body against her, pinning her between him and the door, his hands wandering down her body, until they reach the waistband of her pants. Kooks mind was cloudy, all he could do was feel and he wanted to feel her so fucking bad. But he wanted to do this the right way. He removes his hand from the waistband of her pants and backs away. He watches her catch her breath, her eyes full of the same intensity as his. “You’re killing me Anya…..” he huffs out. His eyes dark and intense. He should’ve just gave her a little kiss and that’s it, but once again his dick took over his brain again.

Anya feels so frustrated right now she could cry, she was so close to having him. So close to being able to fulfill her desires. Before she could say anything he kisses her forehead and gives her a small smile. “Goodnight. See you later?” Anya nods, her words not being able to come through how she wants. With that she watches his figure disappear into the darkness of the night. Once she’s in her apartment she flops on the couch with a frustrated groan. She didn’t know how long she could keep this up. Maybe it’s time for both of them to have that…..conversation.

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The next morning Anya woke up feeling even more tired than usual. Kook called her when he got home last night and they stayed up all night talking about nothing and everything at the same time. She liked how easy it is to talk to him about anything, except sex. It’s a topic they brush off often, not taking it seriously but Anya was. It also didn’t help when she walked on campus and seen him wearing a simple white shirt with baggy jeans. The simplest outfit like that makes her mind go wild. Once he spots her he holds eye contact and gives her a sweet smile. Her heart fluttered with happiness and…..love. When she looks at him that’s all she sees. Love. Admiration. Kindness. He was everything and more. She loves him. Complete and utter love.

She makes her way to him, still feeling butterflies in her stomach when she’s with him in public. She looks through her peripheral vision and feels eyes on her, and they weren’t Kook’s. Stopping in her tracks she turns around looking for a pair of eyes on her and that’s when she sees her. Haein was standing there looking at Anya. Anya’s heart drops at the sight of her. She hasn’t seen her in weeks, and there she was…..standing there watching her. Has she been around this entire time? Was this Anya’s first time noticing her? She wants to walk towards her but she doesn’t know if it’s the right thing to do. Haein could still be upset with her and Anya didn’t want to make things worse.

Anya felt an arm around her, pulling her closer. She recognized the scent by memory. Kook places a kiss on her cheek and leans in her ear. “Good morning.” He mutters. Anya looks away from Haein for a second to greet Kook, but when she turns around to look for Haein she was gone. It’s like she vanished into thin air. A pang of disappointment washes over her and she feels like she lost her chance to speak to her.

Kook follows her gaze around the courtyard. “What are you looking for?” He asks. There was no trace of Haein anywhere, so Anya shakes her head dismissing the thought. “It’s nothing. I thought I saw Haein…”

Kook takes her hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. “Don’t worry you’ll get a chance to talk to her.” He could tell she was still upset, but he didn’t know how to help. On one hand he wants to find Haein himself and make her talk to Anya, but on the other hand he feels slightly threatened by her. Haein wants Anya romantically and he really doesn’t know how to feel about them being close again. What if Haein tries to make a move on Anya? What if Anya realizes she has unresolved feelings for her? Kook had a lot of opinions on her but it’s not his place to voice them. The only thing he can do is support Anya in whatever she wants.

Him and Anya walked through the campus, entering the building together. They only had one class together so Kook walks Anya to her first class. “See you in Tech.” Anya says turning towards the door. Kook grabs her wrist pulling her against him. He smiles mischievously. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” His hands wraps around her waist. Kook didn’t care about PDA, in fact in likes the idea of people seeing them together. Everyone would know that she was his and he was hers.

Anya on the other hand wasn’t a fan of PDA, but the more they do it the more she’s comfortable with it. “Fine.” She aims to kiss him on the cheek but he turns his head, meeting her lips in a kiss. The feeling of her lips against his was like a wave of electricity coursing through his veins, he felt like he was on fire, like his heart might explode in his chest, he tightened his grip on her, his hands shaking with need and desire for her, he pressed himself against her, wanting to be as close to you as possible, needing to feel every part of her. He could practically feel the eyes of the other students watching them but he didn’t care. The need for her was too strong. Kook knew if he didn’t stop now he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He wanted to pin her against the wall and take her right then and there, but he forces himself to stop. He reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath, his head spinning with the intensity of what had just happened, his heart still pounding in his chest, his body trembling with need and desire for her, he looked into her eyes and saw the same intensity and passion that he felt in himself, and he couldn't help but let a smile spread across his face. “You’re killing me here….”

She looks up to meet his gaze, panting slightly. “We can’t do that here Jungkook…”

“Don’t remind me.” He says pulling back slightly. He takes her hands in his and leans in towards her ear, his voice hushed. “I really want to though…” He pauses. “Do you know what I’m talking about?”

Anya nods. She knows because she feels the same way, but the atmosphere wasn’t where they should have this conversation. “Yeah…let’s um…..let’s talk about that later.”

“I work today, but maybe you could come over and possibly….spend the night?” He asks hoping she’d say yes. She’s never spent the night with him before and if this means what she thinks it means then……

“Okay, yeah I’d like that.” She’d loved it actually but she didn’t want to come off as too desperate. Tonight is the night. Tonight she’d finally get what she’s been craving for, for so long and nothing was going to interfere with it.

Kook nods, biting his lip trying to fight back a moan. Tonight is the night. He already had everything he wanted to do prepared in his mind. He’d kicked Jimin out, buy some candles, flower petals, and maybe some champagne. The thought alone made his dick twitch in interest, he couldn’t wait. “Okay it’s settled then.” He stands up straight getting ready to head to his class. “I’ll see you in Tech.” He kisses her cheek and turns to leave.

Anya watches him give her a playful wink as he disappears in the crowd. How was she supposed to focus on her schoolwork when she had a dick appointment tonight with her boyfriend. Her hot, sexy boyfriend. She smiles to herself as she turns into the classroom, but that’s when she feels hands around her wrist, pulling her into an empty closet next to her classroom. She gasped at the intrusion and immediately thinks of Kook but it couldn’t be him, she watched him walk away…..so who pulled her in here?

“Anya.” A familiar voice says behind her. The same voice that yelled at her a few weeks ago. The same voice she grew up with for years. It’s was Haein. Haein did this…..but why?

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Into you~ Chapter Eight

After Kooks says his goodbyes to Junghyun he hops in the car full of adrenaline. He was excited and nervous about seeing her but he still didn’t know how she felt about him. He pulls up the address on his phone and turns the engine on. He takes a deep breath as he reverses out of the driveway. So much could happen once he gets there and knows he needs to prepare himself for the worst. He expects her to start yelling and screaming at him for everything and he was ready for it. Obviously he didn’t want that but at least he’d get to see her, even if it’s the last time.

Twenty minutes later he notices the address gets closer and closer. He looks around and notices this side of town is so familiar to him. She lives here? As he gets closer to her street he continues to feel sense of surprise at the fact that he recognizes this area. Him and the guys would come over here to work out and there’s a nice restaurant around too. How many times has he been on this side of town and seen her without knowing who she was? The fact that he doesn’t even live less than ten minutes away from her feels him with even more nerves.

He pulls up to the apartment complex and slowly drives in searching for her apartment number. 401…….403……405……boom 407 to the right. He finds an empty parking spot, pulling in cautiously. He’s turns off the engine and silently prays that this will go well. He wanted to make sure he didn’t fuck this up and if he did he couldn’t forgive himself for it. Before he thought of different excuses to leave he gets out the car running his fingers through his hair. Come on Kook you can do it. Just don’t fuck this up. He makes his way to the stairs and takes his time going up. After everything that’s happened so far this was the scariest part. Once’s he’s face to face with the door he hovers his knuckles over it. He hesitates for a second. What if she’s sleeping? Or what if she isn’t home? He doesn’t have time to over think like this. With that he raises his arm up and then knocks on the door….

“A-Anya it’s me……Jungkook.”

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“C-Come in.”

Anya steps back making more room for him to enter. Her eyes watched as his shadow grew larger and larger. She couldn’t quite see him due the darkness of the living room. Once he’s all the way inside she closes the door and faces Kook in the darkness. His back was turn, too busy admiring the room even in the darkness. He wanted to see more of everything. He turns to face her searching for her features in the dark. “Can….you turn on the lights?” He asks gently not wanting to upset her.

“I’m….scared to…” Anya admits and it was true. She looks completely horrible right now. Her hair a mess, her eyes puffy from crying, she didn’t necessarily want their first time meeting to be like this. She wanted to be on her top game and to feel it too but with the day she’d had today she knew she didn’t look appealing.

She sees his shadow moving in closer, causing her to back up against the wall. She can slightly see the reflection of his lip and eyebrow piercing glistening in the darkness. “Close your eyes.” He says softly, sending shivers down her spine. With the little distance they had between them she decided to obey and close her eyes. She still trusted him despite everything. She feels him coming closer, his right hand coming up and resting against the wall, before she could understand what was happening the lights turn on. The unexpected sensation makes her open her eyes to adjust to the bright light. As soon as she’s does she’s met with the most beautiful eyes she’s ever seen. His eyes made him look incredible innocent, but it’s not the first time she’s seen them this close. Her eyes traced over his face as if she’s trying to memorize every detail.

Kook was no better. As soon as the lights turned on he felt a huge surge of love and admiration. He wanted to map out every inch of her face. He wants to feel her skin against his. Feel the love in person but he holds back. It’s not the time or place for that right now. He could spend hours looking at her and hopefully he can. “You’re…..so beautiful.” He mumbled his eyes never leaving her face. Beautiful was an understatement she was gorgeous. Literally and utterly gorgeous. He doesn’t want to blink, he doesn’t want to miss an opportunity to see her face again. He slowly brings his hand up, hovering over her cheek. He can feel the heat radiating off her and he hasn’t even touched her yet. “Can I?”

Anya’s face flushed a light shade of red. He was so close and everything was happening in slow motion. She looks at his tattooed fingers and follows them all the way down to his arm. God he was so hot. He notices her eyes trailing down his arms and a wave of confidence washes over him. He knew he was hot but the fact that she did made him even more confident. “Are you going to keep staring Anya?”

She shakes her head, feeling a wave of embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry. I…I um.” She moves to the side needed some space to not freak out. She takes a deep breath, it didn’t make sense for someone like him to like a girl that looks like her. It didn’t seem real. Could this actually be happening? Should she bring down her walls to be happy for the first time in forever?

Kook stares at her as she continues to have her epiphany. A small smile appears on his face, she looked so fucking cute and he couldn’t look away. Although his mind was going to places he didn’t want to go right now, they still needed to talk through what happened. Kook isn’t the ‘let’s sit down and talk about our feelings’ kind of guy. He’d normally fuck someone and most likely ghost them as soon as he was finished with them. Yeah it’s fucked up but Kook never wanted to stay with a girl for any longer than he had to, but with Anya it was different. So different to the point where his emotions and feelings surpassed his desires for her. He didn’t want this to be temporary. He wanted this to last for much longer. He takes a step closer to her, watching as her eyes avoids his. “Um…..can we talk?” He asks, watching her expressions for any hint of rejection.

Anya swallows the lump in her throat. They needed to talk about everything she knows that, but it just seems so surreal. The guy she secretly had a crush on is the same guy she’s been obsessed with on stream, and worst of all he likes her. He seen her in person and he still hasn’t thrown up at the sight of her. That alone gives her hope. She nods and gestures for him to follow her on the couch. The atmosphere felt so thick with tension and it made her heart race. She sits down and he follows behind her, his knee lightly brushing against hers. A shiver ran through her spine at the contact. Maybe she was just a bit touched starved, it’s been almost two years since she’s had any physical contact with anyone and with Kook right here in front of her she felt helpless.

“So…” she hears his voice breaking the silence. She could tell he was nervous she was too. He rubs the back of his neck, sighing slightly. Kook isn’t used to this but he really wanted to try to.

“To be honest Anya……I’m not used to this. Feelings and emotions….its all new for me.” He admits. “But I want to be honest with you because you deserve it.” He shifts a little in his seat feeling his heart racing again. His tongue comes out to nervously fidget with his tongue piercing, an old habit he’s always done. “It’s obvious I like you Anya. I do I really fucking do.” He sighs. “But I don’t know how….you feel about me…..about us?”

Anya nods understanding where he’s coming from. She’s been keeping this wall built for so long and she’s terrified to let them down. Unfortunately for her she’s never really confronted her imperfection’s to anyone other than herself. What if he thinks she’s too damaged to be loved or thinks she absolutely unstable to be in a relationship with him? No matter how good things are her brain will always find ways for her to find something to be negative about. It’s just always been that way.

“I know you were hurt because of me and I’m sorry that I wasn’t more-

“No.” She cuts him off. “I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping on your conversation. I shouldn’t have blocked you without letting you explain yourself. And I’m sorry for running away.” She takes a breath preparing herself for what she’s about to say. “The truth is…….is that I’ve always had a crush on you in class. I would see you come in and you never talked to anyone but I always found myself drawn to you somehow.” Come on Anya keep going. “And your streams changed my life. I didn’t need to know what you looked like to know I had feelings for you. They were so many days where I’d come home from school and work and I just wanted to cry myself to sleep. I’d just get overwhelmed with everything, until I started watching you. And you’ve helped me in ways I can’t even describe.” She finally looks him in the eye. “I like you too Jungkook. I’m just….scared you’d get tired of me or something.”

Kook felt his heart flutter at her words. He knew she was a long time fan but he didn’t know he helped her like this. A small smile appears on his face, he’s more than glad to know that she found comfort in him before they even knew each other. It made him feel important.

Anya sighs. “Sorry I ramble a lot.”

“I know.” He chuckles. “You’re good at doing that.”

Anya feels relieved that the mood is lighter than before. He’s still here with her and she doesn’t want this to end. She’s already getting used to his scent now, something that’s now permanently ingrained into her memory. “Wait.” She sits up. “How’d you get my address anyway? And how do you know my brother?”

“Oh right. When I went to my parent’s house he was there with my brother. They’re friends and I was really desperate to talk to you so he just gave me your address.”

Anya nods. She wants to thank Aiden when she gets the chance. “Sounds like him. Always telling my business.”

Kook lays more comfortably on the couch feeling more relaxed than earlier. As if he’s been here plenty of times now. “Oh yeah he told me about your little crush on me.” He grins. “It’s cute really, I mean you have really good taste.”

Anya rolls her eyes. “As if. I don’t have a crush on you.”

“You just said you did…” Kook teases.

“I-…..Well I lied.” She looks away avoiding his eyes. “You’re too cocky for your own good.”

Kook moves closer, his body moving on its own. “I am.” When he doesn’t see her moving away he takes that as consent to continue. “Can you handle that? Can you….handle me?”

Anya felt a shiver run through her spine. The way he whispered that like it was nothing. She likes this. Likes the attention she’s getting and looks like he likes it too. She’s feels him moving in closer and she doesn’t move an inch. All she could do was nod as a response. His scent filled the air and made her body shiver.

Kooks gaze flickers to her eyes then her lips. He wanted to capture them in a heated kiss. Wanted to finally give in, but he knew it was too soon, but right now he wanted too. “I want to kiss you Anya.” He murmured, his hand cupping her cheek. “I’ve waited too long…” His body responding on its own. He could see the hesitation in her eyes but he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he slowly removes his hand but before he could she stops him.

“Don’t…” she says quietly, placing his hand back on her cheek. They were inches apart now, the air thick with tension. Anya felt a surge of confidence wash over her. She faces him and watches as his eyes roam over her face. His tongue licking over his lip piercing sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. She looks at him meeting his gaze. There’s no going back now.

Kook looks at the want and need in her eyes and leans closer. He was so fucking nervous but he didn’t want to show it. Instead he closes the gap between them with a soft kiss. The way their lips moved felt so in sync and so right. He tilts her chin up for better access as he deepen the kiss. After all that time imagine what it would be like to kiss her……...he finally knows and he doesn’t want to stop. His tongue slipping into her mouth, seeking out hers, his touch becoming more passionate and confident with every passing moment. He slips an arm around her body, gently pulling her closer to him, wanting to feel as much of her body as possible. Needing to feel her skin under his fingers. He gently lays her down on the couch, hovering over her. He breaks away from the kiss, catching his breath. “Anya…” His voice was hoarse and needy. She looked so good lying beneath him, panting with her lips swollen. He wants to see this sight everyday of his life. He wants her. Only her. “Do you….forgive me?” He asks, his eyes soft and gentle. Silently pleading for her to say yes…

Anya’s heart could burst right now with the way she’s feeling right now. That kiss was….was everything she could ever want. Her body vibrating with need. She looks into his eyes as he asks the question. She didn’t see a hint of mischief or ill intentions in his eyes just vulnerability and love. Never in her entire life has she seen eyes so pure as his. He was being genuine about his feelings towards her. Everything he said was true, she could feel it. Maybe it was time for her to let herself be happy for once. What’s holding her back? Rejection? No. Insecurity? Maybe. Fear? Definitely. She was afraid of letting herself be happy, scared things might not work out. She wanted this to be something so good and pure. What if something happens? “W-What…..what if it doesn’t work out….between us?” She asks nervously.

Kook smiles softly, holding her cheek in his palm. “We’ll make it work. And it doesn’t hurt to try, right?”

Anya nods. He’s right she shouldn’t let herself insecurities get the best of her. She should take that leap of faith and make this happen between them. “R-Right..” she smiles back feeling a warm sensation in her chest. “I forgive you. And I’m sorry for assuming the worst about you…”

Kook shakes his head. “It’s okay. Now….unblock me or I’ll die all over again.”

Anya chuckles. “On it.”

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Into you~ Chapter Seven

Kook watched as his family sing happy birthday to his father. He sung along but his mind was elsewhere. Although it was his father’s birthday Kook couldn’t even focus on it. He puts on a fake smile and pretends to be involved even when he’s far from it. Anya’s address was in his phone. The place where she lives. He couldn’t just pop up there without warning right? Then again it’s not like he could call or text her to ask. He’s supposed to be staying here with his parents for the weekend but he’s debating if he should make an excuse to leave early. He obviously feels bad for not being more present in the moment, he hardly sees this family anymore and he should be talking and catching up with them. Not imagining different scenarios in where he pops up on Anya.

“Jungkook?” His mother says lightly tapping his shoulder. “You okay honey?”

Kook shakes out of his thoughts and looks around seeing all eyes on him. “What?” He looks at his mom.

“You’ve hardly said anything since you got here. Is everything okay?”

Kook gives her a small smile hoping that she’ll believe him and drop the topic. “I’m fine mom it was just a long drive so I’m pretty tired.” He lies. He’s far from tired right now.

“Or it’s that gaming you’ve been doing.” Kooks dad interjects. “We told you that’s not a real career son. You need to finish school and study politics like me and your mother.”

“Right.” Kook nods. His parents never liked the idea of him being a streamer. They thought he was scamming people for their money which is ridiculous isn’t it? At least he’s taking his school work seriously. To be fair he hasn’t failed a class since the beginning of the semester. That should count as something right? He understands he’s the oldest child and his parents expect more from him but he really didn’t want to have another argument about his gaming life, especially on his father’s birthday. So he just nods like he normally does.

Junghyun looks at Kook as if he could read his mind and maybe he could because he completely changes the subject and talks to his parents about how much the food tastes better when the whole family is together. Kook mentally thanks him and takes a bit of the food that is now cold from his daydreaming. He decides to at least try to make conversation with his family instead of thinking about Anya but it was really fucking hard.

After dinner Kook takes his bag and goes upstairs into his old childhood room. The smell of nostalgia fills his nostrils. He sets his bag down and looks around the room. Everything was still in place just how he left it. All of his trophies and medals were still up, slightly dusted. He feels like he’s looking at a whole different person. The man he was years ago was completely different from him now.

“Going down memory lane?” Junghyun says leaning against the door frame so casually. Kook looks up at him nodding as he picks up an old picture of him and Junghyun. They were at Kooks first baseball game many years ago. Kook looked so small and so carefree. He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt like his old self. Too caught up on the modern day stuff he completely forgot who he was. Well that was before he met Anya. She lit that fire that burned to ashes inside of him. She saw through him without even looking at him face to face. She woke him up. She made him feel like he could be himself. She saw the difference between Kook and Jungkook. And now…..Kook wants to feel like….Jungkook again and he hasn’t in so long. He always thought he had to be the best at everything. Sports, women, money you name it. He wanted to be this version of himself that could get anyone and anything he wanted. It worked for years but what’s the point of having everything you’ve wanted but not having who you wanted……no…..who you needed. He needed her in ways he didn’t even know. He hates that it took her to cut him off to see how much he cared about her and now he doesn’t even know if she feels the same way. Kook wants to give up and just move on with his life maybe forget this happened, but Jungkook wants to keep trying. He doesn’t want to give up, but a part of him inside is still insecure and doubtful. More importantly he’s terrified. Terrified in both ways. If she takes him back and decides to actually build a relationship with him he’ll be terrified because he’s never done that before. Never let any woman get too close or too comfortable with him in fear of abandonment. Although if she decides she doesn’t want anything to do with him he’d be terrified but at least he’d tried…..

Junghyun sits on the edge of his bed. He watches Kook take a seat next to him, still holding the picture frame in his hand. His eyes never leaving it. “Is this……is this about Anya?” Junghyun asks cautiously. “What happened?”

Kook clenches his jaw fighting the back tears that are trying to escape. “I um…” he chokes out, his voice becoming more hoarse. “I…I think I lost….her. And I don’t know what to do or…..or how to get her back.” He wanted to fucking slap himself for tearing up like this. It’s embarrassing that he couldn’t even keep his emotions in check.

Junghyun wraps his arm around Kooks shoulders. “Since when have you ever given up on yourself? I think you’re underestimating yourself Jungkook.” Kook sighs feeling grateful for his brother’s words, but he also felt a sense of determination within him. Junghyun was right, Kook wasn’t the type to just give up so easily especially for not something he’s passionate about. Or someone he’s passionate about.

“It’s not that easy. I don’t want to overstep her boundaries.” Kook knew his brother was right but in this moment he was making excuses for himself. Trying to make up scenarios that’ll make him back out. “What if it goes wrong? What if she tells me to fuck off?”

“At least you tried and at least you had an opportunity to be truthful with her.” Junghyun replied. “Whatever happens be honest with her no matter what.”

Be honest. Tell her everything. Okay yeah he could do that and if she still hates him afterwards he’ll just…..gosh he doesn’t know and he doesn’t want to find out either. She deserves to know how much she’s affected his life since they met. He needs to tell her how much he……loves her. Love? That’s a strong word but Kook couldn’t think of anything else to describe his feelings for her and ‘love’ seems like it fits well. Kook loves Anya. Kook fell in love with Anya without even realizing it. All the nights he’d fall asleep to her voice. In the mornings when he’d jumped up out of bed to see if she texted him. All the stupid conversations they had. All the times he’d just let her rambling about whatever just so he could hear her talk more. When he jump on stream searching each individual viewer just to find hers. The way his heart would beat so fast when he’d see her contact calling him randomly. All of that and he’d didn’t think it was love. A crush maybe but love? No he didn’t think he was capable to feel that…..but he did. So fucking badly.

Kook let’s out a deep breath. “You’re right…..but I don’t even think Mom and Dad would let me leave randomly because of it. I might have to wait until tomorrow.” He looks at the clock and it’s already half past ten. He’s supposed to stay for the weekend but it’s becoming extremely difficult. At least he’d have enough time to go over what he wanted to say to her.

“What are they going to do? Ground you?” Junghyun comments. “You’re a grown man and I know for a fact they’re both sleeping as we speak.”

He did have a point. There was nothing stopping him from heading to her house and before he could make an excuse for not going he gets up before he could change his mind. “I should go before I talk myself out of it then.” Kook grabs his bag and places the picture frame back on his desk. Junghyun gives him a smile of encouragement and understanding. Kook walks out and heads towards the front door, grabbing his car keys. He turns around to see Junghyun holding the picture frame of them two in his hand. “Here take it with you.” He suggests. “It’d make me feel better if I knew it was with you. Maybe you won’t forget about me when you’re busy.”

Kooks eyes softened at his words. He’s been so caught up with this situation with. Anya he didn’t even spend any time with his brother. “It’s just…..we used to be so close and now we only speak when I’m….doing something reckless or on holidays. I thought the motorcycle accident would…..get your attention. And it worked.” Junghyun admits. Kook could see the tears falling from his eyes and immediately drops his bag and walks towards him. He made two people cry about him in less than 24 hours, he needed to fix this.

“Hey hey don’t cry.” Kooks says wiping the tears away. He couldn’t believe how selfish he’s been recently and he hates himself for it. “You don’t and will never need to hurt yourself to get my attention. You’re my brother and I love you. I’ve should’ve been more communicative with you and our parents.” Kook sighs feeling a wave of guilt. “Junghyun I haven’t forgotten about you just because I live far away now. I worry about you all the time, ask Jimin I’ve been venting to him recently about how reckless you’ve been.”

Junghyun looks up, his eyes full of hope. “Really?”

“Really.” Kook pulls him in for a hug. “You’re my best friend you know that? I’ll always be here for you, no matter the distance.”

Junghyun nods as he holds on to him. “I’ll stay the entire weekend with you. Say the word and I’ll go back upstairs and we can play video games like we used too.” Kook always used to put Junghyun first. It’s time he start acting like it.

“Yeah that sounds good but um….” Junghyun pulls away. “I think you should talk to Anya first. If you stay now you’ll be moping around about her the entire time anyway. It might ruined the mood.” He says with a small smile.

“No Junghyun it’s okay I’ll stay-

Junghyun picks up his bag and hands him the keys. “I promise it’s fine. Just visit more often before I graduate.”

“Are you sure?” Kook asks, needing to make sure he was okay with this.

Junghyun nods. “Yeah get her back.”

Kook smiles softly hugging him one more time. “I fucking hope so…”

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Anya couldn’t sleep no matter how long she kept her eyes closed. All she could hear and see was Kook. It also didn’t help that the harsh words Haein said were also on a loop in her head. She tosses and turns in the bed unable to find a comfortable position. She feels helpless. Like she’d be in the mental state forever. Is that possible? Could she actually die because of this? It felt like it. She sits up and walks into her living room. The darkness making her feel even more empty and alone.

She looks outside and sees a couple of people walking the empty streets and she can’t help but wonder what’s it like to be so carefree and happy. When the was time Anya has been genuinely happy? Before Kook? After Kook? No it was with Kook period. Every moment when he was there Anya was happy. He made her happy. He never judged her. Never called her nasty names she calls herself. He always listened to her even when she was half asleep on the phone and her words didn’t make sense. The worst part of that was she hated hanging up the phone. Hating being apart from him in any way. He just made life so much better. When she wakes up in the morning she feels excited to have someone to talk to. Or when she’d watch his streams it always felt like she knew him. Kinda like they knew each other in their past lives. Anya knew that was probably reaching things but it’s true. She doesn’t know how to feel about this situation but she does know that she misses him. Gosh she misses him so much. A part of her blames herself for eavesdropping in the first place. If she’d just mind her business this wouldn’t have happened but no. Anya was feeling really happy in life to the point where the universe told her to not be so naive. Prepare for the worst and she didn’t. She wonders if she deserves this? She is always meant to be heartbroken and lonely? Will she die alone with no one to love her? It certainly feels that way.

Still distracted by her thoughts she sees a bright light pulling her back into reality. She looks outside and sees a car pull up in the front of her apartment. It was a nice car she immediately thinks about one of her rich neighbors who buys cars like their clothes. The front door opens and a tall figure steps out. Anya couldn’t quite make out who it was but she was curious nonetheless. The mystery man gets out the car and stands still for a moment. Could he be a robber? Or a murder? This is the perfect atmosphere for both. The man runs his fingers through his hair and makes his way up the stairs. Unfortunately for Anya she’s not able to see which direction the man is walking but she stills locks her door just incase. Few seconds later she hears a knock on her front door and her heart drops. Could it be that mystery man? Will he try to kill her or worse? Anya stood still in the middle of the living room. She wonders what she can use to protect herself-

“A-Anya it’s me…..Jungkook.”

Anya pauses. No no no that’s not Jungkook. If anything that could be a skin walker pretending to be him. Kook didn’t care about her, she knows that now. She already accepted that. He doesn’t even know her address either because she never given it to him. So who the hell is this?

“Can we talk please?”

She wants to grab the sharpest knife in her kitchen to defend herself but she doesn’t want to make any movements.

“I can hear you breathing Anya….”

“G-Go away.” She mumbles out. “I’m not opening the door.”

Kook sighs but nods as if she could see him. “Then don’t……just hear me out, please?”

She moves closer to the door waiting for what he’d say next.

“Anya…..fuck….I’m so fucking sorry. What you heard with me and Jimin wasn’t about you.” He takes a deep breath controlling his emotions. “Ever since we’ve been talking on stream other people have been texting me and asking me inappropriate things and that’s what me and Jimin were talking about. They’re jealous of you Anya and they want me.”

She remains silent.

“You mean so much more to me than them. I fucking mean it Anya. You’re the one I want…..and need.” Kook was sounding more and more desperate. “I understand why you’re upset with me but I would never call you an annoying fan, because you’re not.” He rests his forehead against the door feeling helpless but chooses to continue with his words. “You’ve completely changed my life for the better Anya and I want you in it. So please…..be in my life because I don’t think I can ever go back to the way I was before you…”

Anya feels her heart racing as he continues. She’s never seen him so open and vulnerable.

“Look Kook…..I mean Jungkook…” she sighs. “I don’t even know what to call you.”

“Call me whatever you want. You can call me Kook, you can call me Jungkook.” He pauses for a second. “You can call me a hypocrite, call me a fucking liar an idiot a bastard.” He sighs closing his eyes. “You can call me in the middle of the night…….call me when you’re sad…….or angry…….or depressed but please Anya never stop calling me. I’m…..I want….I just…” Kook stops talking for a moment. He needs to breathe and make sure he doesn’t let his emotions take over his mind. He didn’t want to scare her off. He lets out a low chuckle with no humor in it feeling stupid, confessing his feelings like some teenager. “I fucking sound pathetic.”

Anya was leaning against the door, her back against it. His words made her heart flutter in the best way possible. She sighs softly as she thinks of something to say.

Kook hears her sigh and immediately feels like he fucked up again. “Anya I’m sorry I……..I don’t want to make you comfortable I’m just feeling really fucking desperate right now.” He breathes out. “I just…..if you’re going to hate me forever then…..then I can’t stop you. But before you do…..…can I…..see you?”

“Why?” Anya asks quietly. “I’m not the type of girls you would like. I know you’re with Yuna and I’m nothing like her…….at all.”

“That’s the point Anya.” He replies. “I don’t like Yuna or care about her trust me. She’s just someone I used to sleep with that’s all.” He bites his lip nervously. “You’re the type of girl that I like Anya……maybe more than like.”

More than like? Does he mean-

“I…..” he sighs. Just say it Kook. Say the truth. Tell her how she makes you feel Kook you got this. He clears his throat, his fingers trembling and his heart racing. He’s doing this and there’s no backing out.

“I…..I lo-“ He was cut off by the sounds of the door unlocking. One click. Two clicks. Time froze. His breath quickened. Kook watched the door slowly open, revealing a dark room.

“C-Come in…..”

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Into you~ Chapter Six

Junghyun turns towards Kook. “What?”

Kook drops his bag at the front of the door and walks back towards the boys. This was the only way he could get to Anya, and he never felt more desperate.

“You’re Anya’s brother?” Jungkook asked with a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“Yeah why? Do you know her?”

Kook let out a sigh of relief, finally there was hope, and it was right here in front of him. He couldn’t mess this up. This could be the only way he could explain himself.

“Yes I know her it’s a long story but can you please-

“Jungkook honey you made it!”

He turns to see his mom and dad opening the door with warm smiles. As much as he loves his parents he really wanted them to fuck off right now. He was this close to finally getting some process with Anya and he couldn’t let it slip away.

“Aiden I need you to tell Anya something for me please.” Fuck. He hated how needy he sounded but he didn’t have much of a choice.

“How do you know his sister?” Junghyun asks.

“Aiden can I use your phone please?” Kook ignores Junghyun’s comment, silently begging Aiden to agree to let him used his phone to get in contact with Anya. If he had to get on his knees for this he would.

Aiden looks at Kook with a confused expression. He didn’t understand what was going on but nevertheless he pulls out his phone for Kook to use. “Okay here.”

Kook takes the phone with trembling hands. This was his only chance and he couldn’t let anyone or anything get in his way. “Junghyun tell mom and dad I needed to make a call real quick.”

Junghyun nodded understanding that Kook was being serious about this. Him and Aiden walk towards the front door attempting to distract his parents. As Kook stood there for a moment he realized he didn’t even know what to say. Obviously he needs to apologize but there’s more he wants to say. He scrolls through phone searching for Anya’s number. Once he finds it, it takes a moment to calm himself down. Okay Kook you can do this, just do it right now…..He hovers his thumb over her contact. He needed to do this. No excuses. With that he clicks her name and puts the phone to his ear, the sound of ringing makes his heart race.

“What?”

He could hear the stuffiness in her voice and it kills him to know she’s been crying because of him. He wanted to ramble about how much he likes her and that nothing she heard from him was true and that he would never do anything to hurt her, but he knew he was short on time. She could hang up at any moment so he needed to say everything all at once.

“Aiden I’m not in the mood for your stupid pranks.” Anya says annoyed. She shouldn’t have answered the phone. She just wanted to be alone.

“It’s me.”

Her eyes shot open, she sits up from the bed. Is her brain making her hallucinate Kook? Is this her karma for being too hopeful in the past? It had to be. There’s no way Kook knew her brother to be using his phone. What’s going on?

“Anya look I know you’re upset with me but I wasn’t talking about you.” Kook says hoping she’s understanding where he’s coming from. “I care about you Anya more than you know and I’ll never jeopardize that. Just please unblock me so we can talk…..please.”

She was silent for a long moment.

“Anya please I……fuck…..I lov-

The phone disconnects.

“No no no..” Kook looks at the screen. Did she hang up? Shit! Did he fuck up again? He quickly goes back to call her but the line goes out. “Shit!” He desperately taps the phone praying that she’ll just call back in a second, but she doesn’t.

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Anya looks at her screen seeing the battery low signal. Of course her battery would die in this situation. She reaches for her charger but then thinks about what Kook just said. “I wasn’t talking about you….” Should she believe that? Or is this just another excuse for her to fall for his trap again? Her heart wants her to charge her phone immediately and call him back but her brain says ‘don’t it’s just another trap’. She’s torn between the two. What did he even do to get Aiden’s phone just to call her? Does it mean he cares?

“Who was that?” Haein asks removing her phone from her face. Anya shakes her head still avoiding talking about the situation. “Just Aiden…”

Haein sits up and looks at her. “When are you going to tell me what happened?”

Anya sighs feeling a pang of guilt. Haein has been with her this entire time and the least Anya could do is tell her what really happened…..

“Okay I’ll……I’ll tell you…”

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Kook tried calling back almost a dozen times but she didn’t pick up. So is this it? Should he give up? It’s clear that she doesn’t want anything to do with him and it kills him. If she wants nothing to do with him fine so be it, but she will know that truth about what happened and how much he cares about her.

“Everything okay?” Aiden says with a look of sympathy on his face. Kook didn’t want anyone’s pity he never did, but this was different. This was about Anya. The only girl he would be pathetic for. Kook hands Aiden his phone back, fighting the urge to attempt to call her again, but he knew it was over. “She hung up on me….”

“What’s going on between you and my sister?”

Kook hesitated for moment but thought about how he’s has nothing to lose in this moment. She was done with him…..for good so what’s the harm in venting to her brother right? “I like her….and she overheard something that wasn’t about her and now……she’s done with me.” Kook takes a deep breath, feeling the dry lump in his throat. “I messed up….”

Aiden listens intently, taking everything in. He was definitely surprised at the situation but he didn’t freak out how Kook thought he would. “Wow I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Aiden thinks for a second before speaking again. “Look one thing about my sister is that she overthinks a lot. She didn’t grow up with much confidence in herself. Which sucks but if I were you I would keep trying at least.”

Kook felt a flicker of hope in his chest. “What do you mean? She doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Maybe you should talk to her.” Aiden suggests. Kook didn’t understand what he meant by that. He’s already tried to explain himself but had no luck. Kook’s eyes follows Aiden movements as he scrolls through his phone searching for something. Could whatever he finds help him get back in touch with Anya? More importantly would it even work?

“In any normal circumstance I wouldn’t do this because technically you’re a stranger but this feels like an appropriate time.” Aiden shows him an address on his phone. Wait is that- “This is her address. Maybe if you show up and talk to her she’ll listen.”

Kook couldn’t believe what he was seeing, is this real? “W-Why are you giving me this?” Kook isn’t complaining but it seems a bit too good to be true, he need to know this was real and if this was actually her address and not some stupid prank.

Aiden shrugs as if his answer is so obvious. “Because I believe what you said and I know my sister is too stubborn to unblock you so this would help. Plus like Junghyun said earlier I am

a fan and I want to help you…..and her of course.”

As Kook puts the address in phone he feels like he’s holding the most valuable thing in the world, and it was. Anya’s address. This was is last chance to make things right before it was too late. “Thank you….seriously I….I can’t thank you enough.”

“No problem just make sure she happy, she deserves it.” Kook couldn’t agree more. If anyone was going to make her happy it was him.

Junghyun comes from inside the house with an annoyed expression. “I can’t take them Jungkook hurry up and entertain them, and after you better tell me what’s going on.”

Kook scratches the back of his neck feeling a bit guilty for making his brother distract their parents for this long. “I’m coming!”

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“And he just called me on Aiden’s phone saying he didn’t mean what he said……and that he wasn’t talking about me…” Anya finishes. As she told Haein what happened she couldn’t even look at her. Haein was always blunt and she knew Haein wouldn’t be happy hearing this. Not to mention she was already embarrassed about all of this.

Haein scoffs. “Fucking asshole. Who does he think he is?!” She yells.

“He said he wasn’t talking about me but I don’t know-

“Of course he was talking about you! Who else was he talking about?! Gosh I knew I didn’t like him I fucking knew it!” Anya flinches at her words. Haein was furious and Anya felt like there was truth in her words. She’d believe Haein over pretty much anyone and hearing her say that he was talking about her made her feel even more like shit. “I really really really like him Haein…”

“Don’t! Dont waste your feelings on someone like him. You deserves someone who would always love and appreciate you someone like-“ Haein cuts herself off.

Anya looks up. “What?”

Haein sighs, feeling frustrated and a hint of something else. “I-I just mean…..he’s not the only person in the world Anya….” She looks at Anya. “He’s not the only person who cares about you…….or even likes you.”

Anya didn’t understand what she meant by that. Yes it’s true he isn’t the only person in the world but he’s the only person she wants. “I know…..it’s just…..not easy to get over someone like-

“I’m talking about me Anya.” Haein cuts her off. Her voice laced with emotion. “I’m always there for you more than anyone. I care about you more than anyone. This streamer guy isn’t important Anya. You don’t need him.”

Anya looked at her with disbelief. ‘Kook isn’t important?’ He’s more than important. He literally changed her life for the better and she has the right to say he isn’t important? “Look Haein you don’t understand he-

“No no Anya I do understand. You’re so obsessed with this guy who basically called you obsessed! I mean come on Anya he’s a fucking liar and a coward. Don’t be stupid to be believe him.”

Anya was speechless.

“God can’t you see what’s right in front of you?! Not some guy you haven’t even met in person yet!” Haein says, her voice rising higher with each breath. “Come on Anya you can’t be this naive.”

Anya looked at her with surprise and shock. She’s seen Haein get upset over the smallest things before, but this was different. Haein was yelling at her. Calling her ‘naive’ for liking someone like Kook. And all of sudden she confesses her feelings for her? This was all too much and Anya was already overwhelmed with feelings and emotions. She couldn’t do this right now.

“I think you should go Haein…” Anya says softly not wanting to cause another argument.

Haein scoffs. “Yeah don’t worry I’m going.” She says grabbing her things. Anya watches her walk out slamming the door behind her. She was now left alone in her thoughts. The sound of her breathing echoed in the now empty apartment. So much has happened today and her mind was going overdrive. Her and Haein hardly ever argue with each other. Sometimes they would disagree on things but it never lead into an argument….not like this. Anya definitely didn’t expect a confession from her either.

She lays back in bed, pulling the covers over her. It was late and she was so exhausted from the day she had and now all Anya wanted to do was sleep and hope when she wakes up tomorrow this would all be a dream…..a nightmare. After turning the lights out Anya debates if she should charge her phone. Maybe kook would call again …..she wanted him to call. She wanted to believe him, to run into his arms and live happily ever after, but it isn’t that easy. She charges her phone, telling herself she should just incase of an emergency but really she had a flicker of hope in her heart that maybe……..just maybe he was being truthful.

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Into you~ Chapter Five

Anya arrives to school Friday morning with the biggest smile on her face. Everything that’s happened in the last 16 hours has been on her mind on repeat. Kook likes her. Actually likes her, likes her and this weekend is when she finally gets to see him for the first time. Should she buy a new outfit? Should she get her hair done? Absolutely she couldn’t afford to look like shit when he sees her. Mmm but what if-

“Anya!” Haein taps her shoulder. “Are you even listening to me?”

Anya blinks. “Oh sorry what did you say?”

Haein sighs putting her head on Anya’s shoulder. “I need to finish this report but this stupid library is too quiet. Who studies in silent?”

“Everyone.” Anya replies. “Why did you come to school if you’re still hungover from yesterday?”

Haein shrugs.

“You know I cant babysit you forever? I have a life too.”

Haein lifts her head up, her demeanor changing slightly. “Why so you can keep texting and watching that streamer guy?” She scoffs. “He doesn’t even show face. I bet he’s an old man or something.”

“He is not an old man. He’s……” Anya smiles thinking of their conversation from the previous night. “He’s amazing….” Amazing was an understatement, but she didn’t want to get into that with Haein.

Haein looks at her suspiciously. “Anya I don’t trust him he just seems like a player who likes attention. Kinda like an international playboy or something.”

Anya rolls her eyes she doesn’t know Kook like how she does. She doesn’t know the conversations they’ve shared alone, or the late night calls they’ve had together. Yes he flirts but he confessed his feelings for her. It’s not fair to judge him just because he flirts on stream, he’s probably not even like that in person. “Hey you don’t know him like I do. It’s not fair to judge him like that.”

“Hey I’m just saying, plus you’ve invested so much time into watching him what if your brain created a false narrative about him.”

Anya stands up. “I’m just going to pretend like you didn’t just say that.” She grabs her book heading towards the book shelves. “I’m going to return this I’ll be back.” She pauses. “Oh and my brain didn’t create a false narrative. He’s actually a great guy if you knew him.”

Haein waves her off and lays her head on the desk, opting to take a nap right there in the middle of the library. Anya sighs and heads towards the back of the library. She scans the aisles for the geography section but doesn’t find any luck. As she goes further she finally see what looks like the section she’s looking for. She looks for the exact spot she put the book last time but before she could she hears a voice. Not just any voice…..the voice she listens to everyday. The voice that just confessed to her the previous night…….Kook. She heard Kook and it wasn’t over the phone or on stream…..it was in person. In real life. He went to her school? This whole time he was this close to her? Anya takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. This is it……as soon as she opens her eyes she’ll see him.

“Fucking weirdos. Texting everyday over me and now you? Sometimes I wish messaging us wasn’t available.”

What? Who is he talking about? Should she open her eyes? What if-

“You flirt a lot too so that’s why she thinks she has a chance with you. It’s embarrassing really. I’m debating on just turning off my DM’s”

That voice also sounds familiar. Anya couldn’t take it anymore she needed to see him. To put a face behind the voice she’s so infatuated with. Slowly she opens her eyes following the voice behind the shelve. Her eyes land on….Jimin? That YouTuber guy? Wait she had a class with him. So does that mean……She followed Jimin’s gaze to the man in front of him. Her heart stopped.

Jeon was…..Kook. Kook…..was Jeon? But his name was Jungkook right? No no this doesn’t make sense. But when has she ever heard Jeon speak until now? This whole time he was Kook? She wanted to walk up to him. She wanted him to make sense of this. He’s the streamer she’s been so obsessed with. He’s right here in arm’s length. Gosh the fact that Jeon and Kook were the same person made him look even more attractive. A small smile form on her face but was quickly replaced with a frown.

“Yeah I flirt but it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just for fun and views. I don’t actually mean it.”

What? Wait was he talking about her? She’s the only person he’s been flirting with on stream lately. So this means JMochi was Jimin this whole time? In that case they were talking about her. She’s the one who messaged JMochi and started all of this. They have to be talking about her. So…..So Kook didn’t mean it? He flirts for fun? For views? So was she just a joke to him? Someone they can use for views and likes? Anya felt like her entire world was crashing down. She wanted to fall out and cry on this library floor, but also she wanted to jump into the arms of that man who apparently never meant anything he said to her. Before she could continue listening to his harsh words she runs out the library as fast as she could. This couldn’t be happening, everything was going so well between them and now……now she just feels like a complete fool for catches feelings for someone like him.

She exits the school not caring that she’s about to miss her lecture, she needed to go home and cry her eyes out. Why did it hurt so badly? Was it because she finally gave into her feelings? The wall she built from all men was almost……almost completely gone for Kook…..Jeon…..Jungkook? Gosh she didn’t even know what to call him. Her tears blurred her vision, her classmates looking at her and no one caring to stop to help her. She falls to her knees crying more hysterically. This really hurts. She knew should get up but now all she wanted was to cry until her eyes fell out.

“Anya!”

She feels Haeins arms around her. “What the hell happened?!” Haein was worried. Anya didn’t like worrying her but now she couldn’t even hide her emotions. Haein looks at the other students watching the scene. “Mind your own goddamn business, or I’ll fucking attack all of you.” She threatens. The crowd eventually disappears and Haein helps Anya stand up. Haein didn’t pressure her to talk, she just helps her get away from the school. “I got you.” Haein says and it’s exactly what Anya needs to hear right now. Later she knew Haein would want to know what’s going on but Anya was too embarrassed to even speak on it. Everything Haein said was true and Anya let her excitement get the best of her. “Expect disappointment and you won’t get disappointed” is something she should’ve remembered in this case…..

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Kook sits in class with his phone clutched to his hand. It’s been almost two hours since he heard from Anya. He tried calling but it was no use it went straight to voicemail. A part of him was worried but he didn’t want to assume anything was wrong. The professor continues with the lecture but his mind was somewhere else. He couldn’t stop looking at his phone. Everything around him didn’t matter. All that matters was a text from Anya. Anything would help right now. He reopened their previous messages only to be seen with a text she just sent.

What the fuck. Is this a joke? What is she talking about? “Annoying fan?” He’s never called her that.

His heart drops.

Fuck she blocked him! He sits up straight attempting to call her but it went straight to voicemail. No this isn’t happening.

“What’s your problem?” Jimin ask looking at him with a confused expression.

Kook didn’t answer him, instead he grabbed his phone and tries to text her using Jimin’s account. He goes through all of the recent messages about how much fans wanted to fuck him, and he completing ignoring them he needed to find Anya’s previous messages with Jimin. He finds her inbox and tries to quickly type out a message only to be left with it not delivering. She blocked Jimin too? What the fuck is happening? More importantly why does Anya’s message before she blocked him sound familiar?

“You good?” Jimin asks again for the third time. Kook didn’t care to notice him speaking. He needs to find a way to talk to her. This all has to be a misunderstanding he would never call her annoying in that sense. And she mentioned that he was just pretending? Absolutely not, he wishes it was that easy but it’s not. Kook really had genuine feelings for her and as much as he didn’t want to admit it in the beginning he is now.

For the entire class period he could focus on a single thing that was being said. He worried about Anya and wanted to see her, to explain that his feelings were genuine and that she misunderstood his intentions. He thinks about what could’ve happened today to lead with this. The only thing he remembers is talking to Jimin about those stupid fans in the library. After that he remembers hearing footsteps earlier in the library but…..no that couldn’t have been her. She wasn’t in the library. But then again he didn’t look…….”fuck.”. Wait the person that ran off……could that have been Anya? He thinks about it for a moment. There was a possibility that it was her and she overheard their conversation. Damnit they weren’t even talking about her. How the hell is he supposed to apologize to her now?

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Death. This was absolute death. Anya has never felt this pain before and her heart couldn’t take it. If this happened to any other random guy she wouldn’t have cared so much, but this was Kook. The same person she would watch when she’s having a shitty day. The same person who made her confidence go up. This was a new level of depression she’s never experienced. Lucky for her Haein didn’t leave her side the entire day. She still didn’t tell Haein what really happened, but then again she hasn’t said a word since she witnessed his confession.

“Are you going to work today?” Haein asks but then pauses. “Actually never mind that was a stupid question.”

Anya stared blankly at the ceiling. She was exhausted mentally and physically. All she wanted to do was lay down and sleep and never wake up. But every time she closed her eyes she sees him. She basically memorized Jeon’s face from all the times she would stare at him but that was before she knew who he was. That beautiful face was just playing her for his own amusement. A tear escapes her eye again. She doesn’t think she can survive this, it’s too much to handle. Especially when her feelings for him were stronger than she thought. Was it love? Or is it something else? Whatever it is she wants it to stop.

“I fucking kill whoever did this to you Anya, I’m serious.” Haein says clutching the edge of the couch. Anya knew she was serious about that, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it was about Kook. It’s embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing. Not only did she make herself look desperate for him, she also had hope. Too much hope that maybe this would be something good, something……real. She already erased any trace of him on her phone. Deleted messages, blocked him and Jimin on the streaming app. She did everything she to forget about him but it wasn’t that simple and she knew that. At the end of the day she still goes to school with him and apparently has a class with him. Imagine her in class sitting in front of him and next thing she hears is laughter from him and his friends. “Anya you really thought I’d like someone as ugly and stupid as you?” No she doesn’t……at least not anymore.

~~~~~~~~~~

The drive to Kooks parent’s house was dreadful. He drove in silence the entire time, his mind wandering. He wants to reach out but he doesn’t know how. He finds himself checking his phone repeatedly as if she’d miraculously call him. Frustrated and desperation rises within him, he couldn’t care less about his father’s birthday right now. The more he thinks about Anya more agitated he gets. He just wanted to talk some sense into her, tell her that he didn’t mean for her to over hear his conversation with Jimin. Tell her that she actually means something to him…….something he hasn’t felt before.

He pulls up to his old childhood home, usually being here would make him feel nostalgia but all he can feel now was guilt and dread. He watches his brother emerge from the house with another boy next to him. Great more people to talk to.

“Jungkook you made it!” Junghyun said running towards his car with the biggest smile on his face. Kook let out a huff of annoyance and relief. One hand he was happy to see his brother okay after his recent accident, but on the other hand he was still upset about the situation with Anya and this is the last place he wanted to be. Before Kook could get out of the car Junghyun was on him in an instant.

“It’s been too long Jungkook.” Junghyun says pulling him in a tight hug. Kook wanted to still be upset but as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he needed this. He hasn’t seen his brother in months and they used to be glued to the hip until Kook enrolled in college. Him and Kook would always rely on each other for anything, but nowadays they’ve been slightly distant. Kook hugs him back feeling a bit better from how he felt a few seconds ago. Kook missed him….he really did.

“Yeah it has…..”

“Oh I almost forgot to introduce my friend here.” Junghyun motions for the boy to come closer. “This is my friend Aiden he’s on the football team with me.”

“Nice to meet you.” Kook didn’t care about his friend to be honest, he just wanted to get this weekend over with. He shakes the Aiden’s hand giving him a small but fake smile.

“He watches your streams too, he’s totally a fan girl.” Junghyun teasing.

“Shut up I’m not.” Aiden replied feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact that Junghyun wasn’t lying.

“He has a sister around your age that likes your streams too and trust me Jungkook she’s like mega hot. I think she goes to your university.”

Kook rolled his eyes in annoyance. He didn’t want to hear about any other woman except for Anya. “Cool….where’s dad?”

“Waiting for you inside. He’s in the kitchen with mom.”

Kook nods, grabbing his bag and heading towards the front door. He knew as soon as he steps foot in this house his parents will annoy him about his life and streaming. He took a deep breath preparing for the headache that’s currently forming.

Junghyun watches him walk away.

“Why’d you mention my sister?” Aiden says playfully shoving him away.

“It’s not my fault Anya is hot.” Junghyun says putting his hands up, surrendering. “Don’t get mad at me.”

Jungkook stops in his tracks. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? Aiden is……Anya’s brother?

“What did you just say?”

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Like Crazy~ Chapter Three🔞

You were at work, trying to focus on your tasks, but your mind kept wandering back to the events of the previous night. Every time you recalled his touch, his kiss, a wave of heat would wash over you, making your heart race and your body ache with desire.

You tried to shake off the thoughts, to push them away, but it was useless. The memories were too vivid, too powerful, too impossible to ignore. You felt like you were walking around in a constant state of distraction, your thoughts clouded with images of him.

You were at work about to start serving tables until your phone suddenly buzzed with an incoming text message. You picked up the phone, your heart skipping a beat as you saw the unfamiliar number on the screen.

You had finished texting him back, your body still trembling, your mind still racing with thoughts and emotions. Texting him had been a mistake, you knew that, but you couldn’t help yourself. That desire feeling rising every second that you’re away from him.

You tried to refocus on your work, but it was hopeless. Your heart was racing, your body a jumble of conflicting desires and wants. Part of you wanted to see him again, to feel his touch, to lose yourself in his world of passion and pleasure.

But part of you knew that getting involved with him would only lead to disaster. You had responsibilities, obligations, a life that didn’t even compare to his. You couldn’t give in to your desires, no matter how much your body ached for his touch.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You needed to get a hold of yourself, to re establish your control over your emotions and your body. But it was easier said than done. As long as he kept texting you, as long as he kept reminding you of what you’ve done, it would be next to impossible to keep your focus.

And now he was talking about wanting to see you again, his words sending a thrill of anticipation and dread coursing through your body. You knew you should say no, that it would be the sensible thing to do. But at the same time, a part of you wanted to say yes... wanted to feel his touch again, wanted to experience the intensity of your passion once more.

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You had managed to make it through the day, your mind and body still in a state of turmoil. But now you were finally home, finally able to relax and unwind. You stripped off your work clothes, relishing the feeling of your soft cotton pajamas against your skin.

You poured yourself a glass of wine and sank into the couch, trying to clear your mind and relax. But your thoughts kept returning to him, to his body, his touch, his voice... you sipped your wine, trying to push the thoughts away, but they wouldn’t be ignored.

You closed your eyes, the wine and your imagination working their magic. You pictured him, his body pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your body, his mouth on your skin.

“Mmm….Jimin…” you moan. You could feel your body responding to the image, your pulse quickening, your skin growing warm. You let yourself get lost in the fantasy, your body relaxing into the sensations, your mind going blank except for the thoughts of him.

You find your hand wandering down your body, tracing the same path that Jimin's hands had taken. Your fingers brush against your sensitive flesh, and you can't help but gasp, your back arching off the couch. You imagine it's Jimin's hands exploring your body once more, his touch igniting fires within you. You slip a hand, then finger inside, mimicking the feeling of his hardness filling you.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

As you move your finger in and out, you can feel the heat building within you. You add another finger, stretching yourself, wishing it was Jimin's length inside you.

Your breathing grows heavier, your movements more urgent. You spread your legs wider, lifting your hips to meet your own touch. Your mind is filled with images of Jimin…. his smile, his laugh, his face contorted in passion last night. You're so close….

With a loud cry, you reach your climax, your body shaking as waves of pleasure wash over you. You collapse back onto the couch, your chest heaving, your hand still buried inside yourself. You finally remove your fingers, lying there in a daze, your mind still consumed by thoughts of Jimin.

“Damn it…”

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You were lying in bed, your mind still swirling with thoughts of him. You had been debating whether or not to text him all evening, your fingers hovering over your phone, your heart racing with a combination of desire and trepidation.

You were still holding your phone, deep in thought, when it suddenly vibrated in your hand. You looked at the screen, your breath hitching as you saw his number. He was calling you….

You hesitated for just a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. Did you want to answer? Did you want to hear his voice again, to get pulled back into his world? But your resistance was already crumbling, your desire taking over her better judgment..

You took a deep breath and answered the call. “Hello?” Your voice was shaky, betraying your nerves. You waited for his response, your heart racing in your ears.

His sweet, charming voice came over the line, his tone warm and familiar, sending shivers down your spine. “Hey. I’m glad you answered. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your body responding instantly to the sound of his voice. You tried to keep your cool, to maintain your composure, but it was a losing battle. He just had this effect on you, this ability to make you weak in the knees with just a few sentences.

“Oh yeah?” You managed to reply, your voice casual, as if he hadn’t just set your body aflame with a few simple words. “What have you been thinking about?”

He chuckled, the sound sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. “You really want to know?” he said, his tone playful. “I’ve been thinking about what happened between us the other night. How good it was… How good we were together.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words, your pulse racing. You remembered the night vividly, the heat, the passion, the intensity. Not to forget what you just did a few moments ago. But you tried to keep your cool, to act like you weren’t affected by his words. “Oh, that,” you said, forcing a nonchalance into your voice. “That was… nice…”

"Just nice?” he teased, his voice low and velvety. You could hear the smile in his voice, the hint of a challenge. “I would say it was more than just ‘nice’... wouldn’t you?

You wanted to deny it, to downplay it, but you couldn’t. “Yeah,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “It was… more than just nice…”

He chuckled again, his voice full of satisfaction at your response. “I thought so,” he murmured. “You were so responsive, so eager… I couldn’t forget it if I tried… I still can’t stop thinking about it.”

You closed your eyes and nod as if he could see you, a wave of heat washing over you at his words. He was right. You had been completely undone by him, completely lost in the moment. And you couldn’t deny that your body still ached for his touch, for the feeling of his skin against yours. “Mhm…”

His voice dropping even lower, even silkier. “I’ve been aching to touch you again, to have you in my arms… To feel your body beneath mine…”

A soft gasp escaped your lips, your body responding instantly to his words. You could feel your heart pounding, your body overheating, your body yearning for his touch, for the relief he had brought you that night. You bit your lip, trying to control your reaction, to keep your thoughts from spiralling out of control.

"But I can't stop thinking about it," he continued, his voice a silky whisper. His words were like a caress, sending shivers down your spine. "I keep remembering the way you sounded, the way you tasted… I need to see you again…

You were helpless against his words, your mind a jumble of desire and need. You wanted to see him again too, wanted to feel his touch, his body against yours. But at the same time, you knew you shouldn’t, knew it was dangerous to let yourself get sucked back into his world.

He could sense your hesitation, your inner turmoil. “Please,” he murmured, his voice urgent. “I need to see you. Just for a little while… Just for one more night…”.

The words were like a drug, sending a bolt of need straight to your core. You couldn't resist, couldn't deny what your body was craving. "Just one more night,” you echoed, your voice soft and shaky. Just one night that’s all.

You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he replied. "Just one more night,” he agreed. “And then we’ll say goodbye for good… just one more night…”

The words sent a pang of sadness through your chest, but you pushed it away. One more night, that’s all it would be. One more night of passion and pleasure… one more night to fill the void before you went back to your normal life. After tonight you wouldn’t have to confess about lying about your status……about how you snuck into his party just to fulfill your life long dream…

“When can I see you?” he asked, his voice eager. “Tonight? Tomorrow night?”

“Tonight,” you breathed, your body already thrumming with anticipation. “I’ll come over tonight…”

You could hear the hitch in his breath as your response, his own body responding to your eagerness. “Be here in an hour,” he says , his voice thick with desire.

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You arrived at his house in a haze of anticipation and excitement. The house was large before you, a reminder of his wealth and success. A shiver of nerves went through you as you climbed the steps and rang the buzzer.

A moment later, the door opened and he was there, standing in front of you. Despite your determination to stay in control, all thoughts of restraint fled your mind as soon as you saw him. He was wearing a casual shirt and jeans, but on him, even that simple outfit looked expensive and stylish.

You swallowed, your mouth going dry, as he looked at you up and down, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Hey there," he said, his voice low and sultry. "You came."

Yeah you did earlier….thinking about him….

You nodded, unable to find your voice. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your skin humming with desire. As he stepped aside to let you in, you had to resist the urge to just throw yourself at him right then and there.

He closed the door behind you and led you into the house, his hand lightly touching the small of your back, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You followed him into the living room, feeling small and out of place in the luxurious surroundings.

He gestured for you to sit on the couch, his eyes roving over you hungrily. You sat down, trying to hide your nerves, but it was impossible under his intense gaze. He sat next to you, his body pressed close to yours, his hand resting on your knee.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your neck. “You look amazing,” he murmured. “I’ve been thinking about you all day… about what we did before…”

You shivered, your body responding to his proximity, to the heat of his breath. You couldn’t believe how much power he had over you, how easily he could make your melt with just a few words, a few touches.

He moved even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Do you remember what we did?” he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “How good it felt… how good you felt…?”

You nodded, unable to form words. Your body was on fire, your mind a jumbled mess of desire and need. You remembered all too well what you two had done, how he had made you feel…

He smiled against your skin, his hand sliding up your thigh. “I’ve been thinking about it all day,” he murmured. “I can’t stop thinking about how you looked, how you sounded… How you tasted…"

Your breath hitched in your throat as his hand inched higher up your thigh. He was so close, so close to where you wanted him to touch you… you were almost shaking with the need to feel his hands on your skin, to experience the pleasure only he could bring you.

He seemed to sense your need, your desperation. He moved his mouth to your neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your flesh. His hand slid even higher up your thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.

You felt yourself melting at his touch, your body responding to him immediately. Your hands came up to clutch at his shirt, holding onto him tightly as if he was your lifeline. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, your mind consumed by the sensations he was eliciting from your body.

He leaned in even closer, his body pressing against yours, his mouth trailing a path of fire down to your collarbone. His hand was still moving higher, his fingers now slipping under the edge of your skirt.

You moaned softly, your head falling back as he continued his assault on your sensitive skin. You could feel his fingers brushing against the edge of your panties, his touch light and teasing, driving you wild with need.

He nipped at your neck, his teeth gently grazing your flesh. “I need you,” he murmured, his voice rough and urgent. “I need to feel you… to taste you… “

You didn’t need to be convinced. You were lost to him. “Please,” you whispered, your hands gripping his shirt even tighter than before. “Please, I need you too… “

He seemed to know exactly what he needed to hear. He slid his hand further up your thigh, his fingers finally, finally, slipping beneath the edge of your panties. You gasped, your body arching into his touch. He smiled against your skin, his breath hot and heavy in your ear…

He slides his hand under the fabric, his fingers gently stroking your folds. You lean back against him, parting your thighs to give him better access.

You writhe against him, his touch driving you wild. He adds a second finger, his thumb rubbing against your bundle of nerves. Your breath hitches. His voice is husky in your ear, encouraging you to let go. “Just like that.”

He pinches your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You moan, grinding against his hand. He adds another finger inside you, his touch becoming more urgent. With his other hand, pushing down your skirt pulling them down your thighs. "Lift up,"

He pulls your skirt and underwear down in one go, urging you to lift up your hips. Once you're free of them, he lifts you onto his lap, your back against his chest. He unzips his own pants, his hardness springing free.

He lifts you by your hips and slowly lowers you onto him. You both moan as he fills you completely. He gives you a moment to adjust before lifting you slightly and lowering you again, setting a steady rhythm. He grinds you down onto him with each thrust, hitting that sweet spot deep inside.

His hands squeeze your backside as he continues to lift and lower you. The sensations are overwhelming, and you find yourself moaning loudly, your head thrown back against his shoulder. He leans down and kisses you, swallowing your moans as he continues to thrust into you.

He reaches one hand around to between your thighs, his fingers finding your most sensitive spot and rubbing in time with his thrusts. The movement of his hips becomes more erratic, his breathing heavier against your neck. He's close too. "Touch yourself,"

You slip a hand down between your bodies, finding where he enters you. You feel the place where your bodies join, the sensation of him moving in and out. Further down, you find your own swollen bud, already aching with need. You begin to rub yourself as he continues to move beneath you.

The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear. You can feel your climax approaching, your entire body tensing up in anticipation. Just when you're about to reach the edge, Jimin stops moving, his breath ragged in your ear. "Look at me,"

You turn your head to look at him, your eyes locked onto his as he slowly starts to move again. The change in angle makes each thrust more intense, and you find yourself biting your lip to keep from screaming. “You’re so beautiful.”He leans down to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours in rhythm with his hips.

The kiss is deep and passionate, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulls you down to meet each of his thrusts. You can feel him pulsing inside you, getting closer to his own release. Your fingers move faster on your clit, chasing the pleasure that's just out of reach.

With a final thrust, he buries his face in your neck and finds his release. The feeling of him pulsing inside you sends you over the edge as well, your body convulsing with pleasure. You lean back against him, both of you breathing heavily as you come down from the high.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both catch your breath. After a moment, he speaks, his voice soft against your ear. "You’re amazing you know that right? I don’t know where you’ve been this whole time." He kisses your shoulder tenderly.

You lay in his arms, your body still buzzing with pleasure, but your mind racing with guilt and doubt. You had been so caught up in the moment, in the sensations he had caused you to feel... but now that it was over, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had been lying to him all along. You turned to look at him, your heart heavy in your chest. He was still holding you, his eyes closed, a smile on his face.

You took a deep breath, gathering up courage. “Can I tell you something?” You said softly, your voice shaky. He opened his eyes and looked at you, his smile faltering slightly. You knew you had to be honest with him and yourself, before things get too out of hand. But you couldn’t help but catch feelings for him. After all these years, all the times you studied him, learned him, you couldn’t keep this facade going forever. He deserves the truth..

“What is it?” he asked, his eyes searching yours. You swallowed, your mind racing with conflicting emotions. You had to tell him the truth… but how would he react?

“This is a really nice house you have.” You said unable to be honest with him. You lay there, your mind racing with conflicting emotions. What you two have right now is exactly what you’ve been wanting for years and not everyone gets lucky like this. As much as you wanted to be honest you also didn’t want to ruin what you have with him.

He lifted his head, looking over at you with a lazy smile. “Thanks,” he said, his voice still a little hoarse. “I worked hard to get where I am today… I figured I deserved a nice place to call home.”

You nodded, your eyes roaming over the luxurious furnishings and artwork that adorned the room. “It’s a beautiful house,” you said, almost envious of the lifestyle he was able to afford. “You’ve done well for yourself. I guess being an idol paid off.”

He chuckled, his hand tracing a lazy pattern on your stomach. “Yeah, I guess it did,” he said, his eyes roaming over your body. “I’m lucky to have made a good living doing what I love. What about you? What do you do?”

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, your mind racing to come up with a believable response. You ’d been lying to him this entire time, hiding the truth about your life and your job… How could you possibly tell him now?

He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind struggling to come up with a believable response. You knew he assumed you were some kind of celebrity, someone important and successful like he was… How could you tell him the truth? That you were just a waitress at a small, run-down diner, struggling to make ends meet.

“I, uh, I’m in the entertainment industry,” you said, hating how the words sounded as they left your mouth. You knew you were lying, but what other choice did you have? You couldn’t tell him the truth, couldn’t let him know how much their lives differed from one another.

He seemed surprised, curious. “The entertainment industry?” he repeated, his eyebrows raising slightly. “That’s cool. What do you do, exactly?”

You panicked for a moment, your mind drawing a blank. You’d never felt more caught in your lies than in that moment. “Uh, you know… acting, singing, that sort of thing,” you said, hoping he would buy the vague answer.

He looked impressed, his eyes scanning over your form. “You’re an actor?” he asked, his voice filled with awe. His hand traced a path up your arm, his fingers dancing lightly over your skin. “I should have guessed… You have that look about you, the look of someone destined for stardom…”

You shivered at his touch, your body responding to the compliment even as your mind was filled with guilt. You didn’t deserve his praise, his admiration. The only thing you did was serve greasy food to grumpy customers and dance on stage for drunken men.

“Wanna shower?”

You were jerked out of your thoughts by his question, your heart skipping a beat. You realized how much of a mess you must look right now, your hair mussed, your clothes wrinkled… Part of you wanted to accept his offer, to wash away the evidence of what you two had just done.

You also knew that if you followed him into the shower, there was no telling what would happen. You would be alone with him, completely naked and vulnerable… you were already struggling to control your feelings for him, to resist the pull he had over you… you weren’t sure you could trust yourself to resist him if you two were together, skin to skin.

You managed to nod, forcing a casual smile onto your face. “Yeah, a shower sounds nice…” you said, your voice a little shaky. “Lead the way.”

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Into you~ Chapter Four

“Okay now add three eggs into the bowl.” Kook instructed.

“Kook this is ridiculous. You can’t teach me how to cook over the phone.” Anya says.

“You’re right it’d be better if I come over right?” He teases.

Anya blushes, her cheeks warming at the sensation of his words. She knew he was just teasing her but after a few days of talking to him on the phone and him teasing her on his stream, she couldn’t help but catch more feelings for him. Yes it sounds ridiculous but how can she not catch feelings for him? The way he talks to her makes her think that maybe……just maybe he feels the same way. He already seems pretty comfortable with her, right? Anya isn’t a mind reader and she doesn’t know if his flirting is harmless or something more. How could she even know? He flirts with a lot of fans and who knows what if she isn’t the only person he talks to…

“There’s no way I’m giving you my address, I’ll have to call in a special police unit to get you out.”

Kook smirks. “Trust me if you did give me your address the last thing on your mind would be the police.”

Anya quirked an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

“Because…..you’ll be too distracted by me and I’ll be distracted by you..” he murmured. Whatever he’s trying to do….is definitely working.

“What makes you think that?”

Kook hums. “I don’t think….I know…..there’s a difference. I’m pretty confident you will.”

Anya puts down the bowl in her hand. She completely stops doing what she’s doing. The only thing she can focus on is what he’s saying to her and how she can picture it.

“Why? Because everyone is head over heels for you? What if I’m not?”

“Are you?”

That took her by surprise. She didn’t expect him to turn the question back on her.

“What?”

“Are you attracted to me?” Kook asks. “What do you like about me?”

“I…..I’m not.” Liar. She’s a complete liar.

He chuckled on the other end. “Well what if I’m attracted to you?” Kook couldn’t hold back anymore. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. All these lingering feelings he had and couldn’t understand were piling up. He wanted to know where her feelings stood. To make sure what he’s experiencing isn’t one sided. Deep down he already knew but he wanted her to say it out loud. He wanted to hear her admit it……to confirm it.

There was a long pause before she spoke.

“You’re just saying that. I’m not stupid.” She had to believe that. She had to be prepared for the worst. There was no way he could actually like her. He doesn’t even know what she looks like. This could just be him teasing her once again.

He could sense her hesitation. So she’s insecure? Is that it? Does she have not one ounce of confidence in her? “Well you’re being stupid now.” He wanted to reassure her. Tell her that she doesn’t need to feel insecure because Kook actually feels something for her. He couldn’t admit it out loud but he did want her to know somehow. “It’s not impossible for me to be attracted to you, you know that right?”

Yes it is impossible. He’s Kook and Anya is….Anya. She’s not the best looking person in the world and she doesn’t have the best looking body either. What if he sees her in person for the first time and he changes his mind? That would break her and she wasn’t strong enough for that.

“You don’t even know what I look like Kook.”

“Actually about that…..I saw-“ Kook felt is phone vibrating in his ear. Damnit why the hell is his mom calling him? Now isn’t the time. He runs his fingers through his hair trying to calm down his frustration. “My mom is calling me.” He sighs frustrated. Way to ruin the moment mom.

“You should answer it I have to clean up this mess anyway.” Thank god for the distraction. She couldn’t take that anymore.

“I’m texting you later, you better answer me okay?”

“Yeah yeah bye.”

Kook smiles at her nonchalant response. After she hangs up he accepts the call from his mother. “Mom?”

“Jungkook honey when are you coming home? Your father’s birthday is in a few days.”

Shit. He completely forgot about that. It’s not his fault. ‘A’ has been taking up too much space in his brain for him to think of anything else. There was no way out of this. His mom would force him to go even though him and his father aren’t as close as they used to be. Regardless that’s still his father and he just had to suck it up and get this over with.

“Uh yeah mom I remember..”

“Good make sure you get here by Friday night. Don’t forget anything.”

“Do I have to come over? I’m busy with work and school. It’d be a hassle to drive all the way there.”

“Yes you haven’t came by the house in ages. I’m sure your brother misses you too.”

Kook sighs. He had no choice but to go. Even though he rather stay here and finish talking with ‘A’. “Okay mom I’ll head there Friday.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later that night Kook goes on stream.

“Hey guys ready to finish the game from last week?”

“Oh yeah I’m definitely beating the game today. As long as I have the support of my biggest fan ‘A’.

Anya smiles. He hasn’t done a stream yet without mentioning her in someway. It makes her feel special and known. Out of all his viewers he always talks about her. He does it so much that even some viewers know her. In a way it feels as if he’s claiming her. Making sure her attention is always on him……obviously it is.

She places her phone next to sink and listens to his gameplay as she washes dishes. By the way she failed terribly at Kook’s attempt to teach her how to properly cook a meal. Measuring isn’t her thing. She continues to wash the dishes until she hears a ring at her door. “Hm?” Who could that be this late?

She dries her hands and walks towards the door. Once she opens it she sees Haein. “Hey Anya.” Haein walks in making herself feel at home as usual. Anya looked at Haein suspiciously. She never comes over this late unless she’s drunk, but she looks fine right now.

“What are you doing here so late?” Anya asks closing and locking the door behind her.

Haein walks in the kitchen and hears Kook’s stream being played. She scoffs. “What do we have here?” Haein reaches for Anya phone.

“Are you drunk again Haein?” Anya grabs her phone. “What happened?”

Haein goes through her fridge looking for something and anything to eat. “I only had like three shots Anya it’s not a big deal.” She grabs a bowl of grapes in the fridge. “I didn’t want to walk all the way home.”

“Okay understandable but next time a text would suffice.” Anya grabs a glass and fills it with water. “You need to hydrate.”

Haein shoves the grapes in her mouth. “You’re too good to me Anya.” She mumbled. “I love you.”

Anya smiles softly as she hands her the glass. “Love you too. Now here drink.”

Haein shakes her head. “No I love you…..Love…

Love you.”

“I know love you too. Gosh how much did you drink?”

Haein looks at her phone. Kook’s stream playing in the background. “Ugh why him?” She eats more grapes, protesting to drink the water. “He’s all you care about…”

Anya was confused. What was she talking about? “You’re drunk Haein put the grapes down.” Anya takes the bowl away. “Come on let me help you lay down.”

Haein follows her to the living room. Flopping on the couch with a groan. “You love him…..” she mumbles again.

“I don’t love Kook.” Anya grabs a blanket to wrap around her. “How’s that? Are you comfortable?”

Instead of responding Haein just nods. The alcohol clearly effecting her. As Anya gets up she felt hands around her wrist. “Hm?” Anya hums. It looked like Haein was about to say something. “What’s wrong?”

Haein mumbles.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I……..I…love you…..more than-“ she passed out.

Anya chuckled. Who knew she was this affectionate when she’s drunk. Anya walks towards her room after turning the lights off in the living room. As she enters her phone is still playing Kook’s stream. Before she could get comfortable to watch it he ends it. She was too busy helping Haein she ended up missing the live. Anya lays down with a heavy sigh. She didn’t want to miss his voice. If it was up to her she’d listen to him all day every second. She really liked him. So much.

She debates if she should call him but before she could come up with a decision he calls her first. She smiles and puts the phone to her ear. “Have fun on stream?”

“I want to see you.” Kook says with a serious tone in his voice. He wasn’t teasing her. He was absolutely serious.

“What?” Anya says sitting up properly. Did she hear that right? He wants to see her? Why? Where is this coming from?

“Look I normally don’t have any problems when it comes to getting what I want. Especially from women, but you’re different and it’s driving me crazy.” He sighs. He couldn’t believe he wanted someone this badly. He doesn’t know why he’s holding back. During the entire stream he couldn’t even focus on the game, his mind too distracted with the thoughts of her. He knew she was watching and that made something in him stir. After days of texting and talking on the phone he wanted to meet her. He could’ve played the “tough guy” act but he was far over it.

Anya takes a deep breath. Okay this is actually happening. His feelings were genuine. He likes her. He wants her. She isn’t delusional and she isn’t dreaming. Okay Anya don’t mess this up. “You…..like me? So I’m not being delusional about this?”

Kook felt confused. She thought she was being delusional? No she’s not at all. If anything he thought he was the delusional one. “No you aren’t.”

“Anya. My name is Anya.”

“Anya.” He repeats out loud. It sounded so good coming out of his mouth, like he’s meant to say it. The way it rolled off his tongue so easily. He couldn’t think of a more beautiful name. “I’m JungKook.”

“Jungkook.” She also repeated. Kook…….Jungkook. So that’s where Kook came from. The name suited him well and now she’s going to be obsessed with saying it.

“I um….” Kook hesitates but then he thinks how he’s already came this far so why stop now? “I really want to meet you……In person.”

“Me too.” She admits. God if only he knew how much she thinks about him on a daily basis. “I feel the same way.”

Kook could feel his heart racing. He couldn’t think about anything other than the sound of her voice. She was so close yet so far. “God I just….theres so many things I want to say to you…..to…do things to you.” He couldn’t hold back anymore. His body was on fire. His mouth moving on its own.

“I don’t think you understand. I’ll literally do anything you tell me to.” It’s true. Kook could ask her to jump off a cliff and she’ll ask how high. He didn’t even know the power he had over her. She’s completely and utterly at his mercy.“Anything…”

Kook could feel a wave of desire wash over him. Fuck! He needed more. Needed to know she wanted this just as badly as he did. “Fuck…..” he mumbles trying to find his voice. “I have to visit my parents house Friday but as soon as I come back home I’ll find you.” He promises. “We’re going to meet up somewhere, I’ll pick you up, I’ll cook a proper meal for you and after that well…..….I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Anya smiles at the thought. She really wanted him and she’s relieved he feels the same. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He bites his lower lip, his tongue playing with his lip piercing.

Anya’s heart fluttered. This is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to her. She had the guy of her dreams confessing to her. Is this real? Was this a dream?

“I’ll see you this weekend yeah?”

“Yeah. This weekend.....”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Friday morning Kook walks in school feeling……..excited for once. He’s so close to seeing ‘A’……well Anya in person again. He’s really tempted to just walk up to her since he knows what she looks like already, but where’s the fun in that? He knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The only thing is that she doesn’t know what he looks like and that gives Kook a sense of confidence in himself. He’s not insecure he knows he’s hot and once she sees him for the first time she’ll drool over him.

As he walks the halls his eyes scans the crowd looking for a familiar face. She has to be here somewhere right? He pulls out his phone to attempt to message her until he felt someone’s arm around his shoulder. He looks to the left to see Jimin. Ugh what did he want? They live together and Jimin is still just as clingy.

“What?” Kook mumbles. He doesn’t speak loudly to prevent anyone hearing his voice, you know because of his crazy fans. If they recognize him here of all places it wouldn’t be good.

“I need to talk to you about ‘A’. Jimin says and that made Kook’s eyes widen. Jimin had his complete and full attention.

Jimin leads Kook into the library. It’s not many people here so they can talk freely. They both walk towards the back away from prying eyes.

“What happened?” Kook says with a hint of worry in his voice.

“You know how you’ve gotten a lot of attention from your flirting with ‘A’?”

Kook nods confused. What did that have to do with anything?

“Well other people are messaging me privately to get your attention, and it’s exhausting.”

“What are you talking about?”

Jimin pulls out his phone. “Look at this girl. She keeps asking about you and she getting desperate.”

This is why Kook has mods. The fans can get too much for him to handle. He didn’t understand how someone can just willingly be so horny over someone they’ve never seen before. It was weird and sick. “Fucking weirdos. Texting everyday over me and now you? Sometimes I wish messaging us wasn’t available.”

“You flirt a lot too so that’s why she thinks she has a chance with you. It’s embarrassing really.” Jimin shakes his head. “I’m debating on just turning off my DM’s”

“Yeah I flirt but it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just for fun and views. I don’t actually mean it.” He can’t have all these weirdos texting him not when he’s trying to get with ‘A’. They were ruining his chances significantly.

As the two of them talk they hear footsteps retreating away from them. Kook pokes his head out to follow the sound and all he saw was the back of someone running out. Just great another fan probably heard him talking. “Gosh I swear I can’t do anything.”

Jimin sighs. “You need to handle this before you start getting stalkers.”

“Yeah I’ll handle it.” And he will definitely handle it. He can’t let these weirdos ruin his life. Kook pulls out his phone expecting a text or a call from Anya but there’s nothing. She probably overslept again. He opens his messages to text her.

No response.

Still nothing…

Kook thinks for a moment. She always responds around this time. She would complain about being late for school in the past so why isn’t she answering?

Something is up…..

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BTS MAKNAE LINE TEXTING Y/N

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Into you~ Chapter three🔞

The weekend rolled by in a blur. Kook spent the entire time working out and debating on what to say to ‘A’. He didn’t understand why it’s taking him this long to message her, but every time he attempts to type out a message he deletes it. And this pisses him off. Why the hell is he so hesitant? The more he thinks about how ridiculous he’s being the more frustrated he becomes and when he’s frustrated he needs to fuck. It’s the only healthy outlet he can think of.

He calls Yuna only to be left with her voicemail. Is she serious? This is the second time this month that this has happened. What’s the point of a fuck buddy when she’s almost never available? He throws his phone on his bed thinking of something to do to get his mind off of things. He looks at his monitor and thinks if he should stream. Maybe he could tease ‘A’ a little bit. So that’s exactly what he does. As he streams and looks over at the comments he feels a sense of pride knowing that ‘A’ is somewhere in there watching him. She’s probably shaking in her boots as he speaks.

“Oh? You all seen my instagram story?” He chuckles. “What can I say? The letter ‘A’ just might be my favorite letter now.”

Yeah that’ll get her for sure. He would love to see her reaction to his words. He knows for a fact that he’s getting her worked up over this, and he loves it.

Meanwhile Anya was sleeping. She stayed up late the whole weekend trying to convince herself that Kook isn’t interested in her. He’s just doing fan service, but Anya catches herself practically stalking his instagram account. She can’t help but picture what he could look like. Is he tall? He’s definitely muscular by the way he talks about how much he works out. What color are his eyes? What does his smile look like? She lets out a sigh and takes a deep breath, her mind going overdrive. It was now almost 4:00am she should rest but every time she closes her eyes she pictures a faceless man hovering over her.

“Mmm you’re dreaming about me?”

She hears a familiar voice. The voice she can pick out from a crowd of people. Her subconscious mind creating the illusion of Kook in her dreams. She follows the voice in her dreams, the sound echoed through her mind.

“A…..”

“Kook….” She finds herself in the darkness with a single light in the distance. As she walks towards the light she sees a tall figure in the middle. His back was faced away from her. Was that Kook? What did he want? She stops behind him and takes a deep breath. Who could this be?Hesitantly she taps his shoulder and a familiar face turns to her.

“Jeon?” She said confused. Why is he here? Where did Kook go? Jeon opens his mouth to speak but before she could hear his voice she wakes up to a notification from her phone. “What the hell?” What kind of dream was that? She stretches and looks over at the time. Damn she really slept in late. She reached for her phone and checks the notification.

Her heart stops.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Kook ends the stream satisfied with the amount of flirting he did. For some reason Kook really enjoys this. He pictures a faceless girl blushing like a child at his words. It’s like doing fan service, but since when did he have this much fun doing it? Maybe it’s because the way ‘A’ is so bold. First she praises him and then she’s calling him cocky. She’s different and Kook likes it. He always had a thing for girls who stood up for themselves. It was hot. Most women in his case would drop to their knees if he gave them a glance. It was flattering of course but it gets boring over time.

Kook stands up and walks into the living room with a satisfied smile on his face. He sees Jimin scrolling on his phone, he clears his throat trying to get his attention.

“Let me guess……she called me an asshole?” Kook says flopping next to Jimin. “No no that’s too easy. Mmm she called me a dick didn’t she?”

Jimin looks at him with a confused expression. “What are you talking about?”

Kook huffs out a laugh. Now of all times Jimin was to play dumb. Kook isn’t stupid. “What did she tell you this time?”

“Who?” Jimin says furrowing his eyebrows. Kook rolls his eyes, tiring of playing this stupid guessing game.

���A, I know she texted you while I was on stream. So what did she say this time?”

“She didn’t text me. I don’t even think she’s online.” Kook’s smile falls. What? She didn’t even see the stream? She’s always in his streams, she’s a fan. Why the hell wasn’t she there to see him flirt with her? “I gave you her username why don’t you just text her and ask yourself.”

That’s true he does have her username. Why the hell didn’t she join the live? That’s a reasonable question to ask her, isn’t it? After days of not knowing what to say to her he seems like this is a good way to start. So he grabs his phone and goes to message her.

Kook?! He texted her?! How did he even manage to get her information? Anya blinks a few times to make sure this isn’t a dream. Kook actually texted her. Okay okay she needs to relax and just reply back before he loses interest.

Wow he’s persistent. Who knew he was this straight forward. Oh right Anya knew, because she knew almost everything about him.

Kook grins at his phone. A feeling of excitement in his eyes. She sure didn’t hold back. He expected her to be fangirling over him maybe even apologizing to him, but nope she’s just the same. Kook gets up from his spot next to Jimin and goes into his room to finish the conversation with ‘A’.

Kook flops on his bed smiling once again at his phone, loving the reaction he’s getting from her.

Anya was slightly still freaking out, but she really liked the attention she’s getting from him. He went out of his way to privately text her just because she overslept and missed his live. Does he do this with his other fans? Why text her privately? Does he care? Anya shakes her head and just decides to be in this moment with him. Who knows when this will happen again.

Kook stays up all night texting back and forth with ‘A’ it’s almost 2:00am and he never stays up this late, especially when he has classes tomorrow morning. But Kook didn’t want to stop. He wanted to make sure he had her undivided attention since she missed his live. Maybe he likes the attention or maybe it’s something else, he doesn’t know what yet. Eventually exhaustion catches up to him and he falls asleep and lucky for him so does ‘A’. He falls asleep feeling satisfied and a sense of peace. It was a new and weird feeling that Kook wasn’t used to and he doesn’t want it to stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few hours turned into a few days of straight texting back and forth with Kook. Anya didn’t expect this to last this long. She definitely didn’t expect this to feel so easy. Talking to him feels so comfortable and relaxed despite his cockiness. Even that didn’t annoy her like she thought it might. She’s been so attached to texting Kook she completely forgets about Jeon……until he bumps into her on the way to class. Her head was down looking at her phone replying back to a stupid gif Kook sent her, before she could send her message she feels her shoulder bump into someone else’s. She looks up to be face to face with Jeon. She’s never been this close to him before and she immediately panics.

“I-I’m so sorry I….I wasn’t paying attention…” she says looking at anything but those pretty doe eyes. Gosh they look even better up close. He looks at her with a nonchalant expression. Is he mad? Angry? Annoyed? In love? Just kidding he’s not in love. Anya couldn’t read his expression so she feels like she should leave. “I’m really sorry.” She says taking a step back, but she bumps into someone else. The small gap that separated her and Jeon was immediately closed up. As she was just about to fall he catches her by her waist. Her hands landing on his shoulders. Then she does the thing she shouldn’t have. She looks up. Her eyes meeting his in a heated gaze.

“Are-…..” he whispers but stops himself. She’s never heard him speak and she couldn’t hear him whispering with the loud background. The two of them stay like this until Anya pulls away feeling way too delusional right now.

“I-I’m sorry again I…I um….” She takes a deep breath stilling her nerves. Come on Anya don’t embarrass yourself in front of the hottest guy…..ever. She reaches a hand out. “Uh hi my name is-

“Hey.” A beautiful girl says as she walks up towards Jeon, putting her hand with his. Anya recognizes her…..It’s Yuna……probably the most beautiful girl in the entire school. Of course they’re dating. It makes sense after all. Hot guy, hot girl they’re a power couple. Anya pulls her hand away, feeling stupid for attempting to introduce herself. What did she think would happen? “oh hey I’m Anya I’ve seen you before in class and you’re really hot, wanna get married?” It was stupid and Anya feels embarrassed. She tries to hide her disappointment not wanting to look like a pathetic loser in front of them. “Sorry again…..um bye.” She walks away in the different directions not evening knowing where she’s supposed to go.

Kook watches her leaving feeling a pang of sympathy towards the girl. Something about her seems familiar……Lost in thought he feels Yuna grabbing his wrist and pulling him in the nearest empty classroom. She closes the door and locks it behind her. “We have about 30 minutes to ourselves.” She steps closer pushing him against the desk. “I’m in the mood……you look really hot today.”

Kook groans in frustration. “Well I’m not.” To be honest ever since he’s been messaging ’A’ he hasn’t been frustrated enough to fuck Yuna, or horny. Him and Yuna haven’t fucked in a week and he didn’t even care to notice.

Yuna scoffs not believing him for a second. “Yeah right….” She starts to undo his jacket and he grabs her wrist holding it firm.

“I’m not in the fucking mood.” He drops her wrist moving towards the door, but before he can exit she stops him. A look of determination on her face.

“What’s your deal?”

His deal? His deal is that he didn’t want to fuck her. Especially not in the empty classroom and most importantly not while he had someone else on his mind.

“I just said I’m not in the fucking mood. I have work today anyways so move.” Kook lied he’s off work today but he needed to get out of here. He waited for her to get out of his way and after what feels like eternity she finally moves with a frustrated sigh.

“What am I supposed to do now?”

“Don’t care figure it out.” With that Kook walks out leaving Yuna alone in the classroom. Once he’s in the hallways he scans the crowd hoping to find that girl from earlier. He didn’t get to formally apologize and he really did feel bad. She looked familiar. He must’ve seen her in one of his classes but he doesn’t know which one. He makes a mental note to apologize to her next time he sees her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the embarrassing encounter Anya had with Jeon she goes home. She thinks back at the way he looked up close. He’s eyes, his lip piercing, his eyebrow piercing, even his detailed tattoos. Sighing she walks into the kitchen to heat up a frozen dinner. As she rips off the plastic her phone dings. She looks at the notification and sees it’s from Kook. A small smile appears on her face as she opens the message.

He stops replying as Anya puts her food in the microwave. She waits for the three bubbles to pop up but they don’t. Before she could text him again her phone rings. It’s him. He’s calling her…

Her heart pounds, her palms are sweating, what does she do? Does she ignore him? What if he gets uninterested. She doesn’t want to lose his attention but-

“Hello?” He says on the other line. When did she even answer the phone? “You there?”

She clears her throat stilling her voice. “Hey yeah I’m here. I uh didn’t expect you to call.”

He was quiet for a moment. A long moment. Did he hang up? Did she sound like a man? Was he busy? Oh god this is so embarrassing. What does she even do in this situation?

Kook recognizes that voice. Didn’t he hear it today?………That girl! The one who bumped into him right? It had to be her. No it was her. They had the same quiver in their voice. Yes it’s her……and Kook didn’t expect for her to sound like…….home? He already gotten used to texting her and teasing her but he didn’t have a face or a voice to go off of this whole time. Now he does. He seen her in person. They go to the same school. She close to him, and she doesn’t even know it.

“Um Kook?”

He snaps out of his thoughts. He needs to keep his composure.

“You sound exactly how I thought you would.”

Anya blushes. God he’s doing something to her and she can’t get enough. “What does that supposed to mean exactly?”

Kook smiles at her sassy response. “Exactly what it means, it’s cute alright?” It was more than cute, but he didn’t want her to know that. Kook smiles back to their reaction from earlier today. The way she looked when she bumped into him. If he knew she was ‘A’ he would’ve paid more attention to her physical appearance. But all he could focus on at that time was her eyes…..those glossy beautiful eyes. He could’ve sworn he saw a whole galaxy in them. Was that cringey? He’s never cared this much about someone, let alone her eyes……He clears his throat pushing away those weird thoughts. As he was about to speak he hears beeping on the other line……is that a microwave?

“What are you eating?” Kook ask trying to change the topic.

“Oh I have a frozen meal in the microwave. Let me grab it real quick.”

He scoffs on the other line. Frozen meal? That’s all she’s eating? “You do know how unhealthy those are right? You’re killing yourself with those.”

“I can’t cook so these are always a good option.”

“You can’t live off those forever. You need home cooked meals.” Kook stated. Is she seriously eating nothing but instant noodles? Does she not have anyone in here life to cook for her? He wanted to know. He wanted to know everything about her and more, but he didn’t want to come off as desperate because he isn’t………yep definitely not desperate.

“Well if I cook I’ll burn my house down and I can’t have that-“

“I’ll cook for you.” Kook said out loud. Shit! He meant to say that in his head but his mouth moved faster. There’s no turning back now he might as well go with it.

“You can cook?” Anya asks.

“Obviously I can pretty much do everything and you eating packaged food is screaming “Kook please save me I’m completely helpless”. He grins. It was true. She obviously doesn’t have anyone to make sure she’s eating well, kook might as well do it.

“Wow you’re really ignorant you know that?”

“Hey don’t call me when you’re in the hospital for food poisoning or something because of all the processed food you eat.”

“Okay I won’t.”

Kook scoffs. She’s a stubborn one, but he doesn’t want to give up. He wants to crack those walls she has built up.

“What kind of fan doesn’t listen to their idol.”

Anya laughs on the other end. “My idol? You want me to bow down at your feet and submit to you or something?”

“Mmm submit to me huh….” Her saying that made a heat rush through him. He can imagine it. Her fully submitted to him and just him. Is it weird for him to be feeling this way for a girl he just met. Something about this situation makes him feel……..god something so different. He wants to know what it is and if she feels it too.

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Into you~ Chapter two🔞

After class Kook heads to the gym for his afternoon workout. He’s not complete if he doesn’t work out at least four times a week. It’s just what he’s used to. As he finishes up his last set he gets a call from Yuna. He sets down his dumbbells and removes his gloves. “Yeah?” He says taking a seat on the bench.

“Come over.” She didn’t ask it was more of a demand. “I was busy yesterday but I’m free now.”

“Yeah I know. I’ll be over after the gym.” He hangs up and goes back to his session. He hasn’t fucked in almost four days now and he definitely needed to get it out of his system today. To be honest he could call anyone else to have just as a backup, but he doesn’t just fuck anyone. Not with all these STD’s going around. He’s very strict about where he puts his dick. He had a few one night stands here and there when he goes out partying, but he needs to have someone on standby. Whenever he feels horny they need to available and Yuna usually is. Some women in the past couldn’t handle him in the bedroom. Sometimes he does go overboard but that’s only because he’s a man with needs. His biggest rule is to never fuck virgins. He learned his lesson before when this girl became so dick whipped he had to actually lie to her about having a girlfriend. It worked for the most part.

After his workout he leaves and goes straight to Yuna’s house. Lucky for him she didn’t live far and he couldn’t wait to get to her. Maybe he was addicted. Not to Yuna just to sex in general.

He walks in without knocking and sees her sitting on the couch scrolling on her phone. “Gotta shower first.” He announces as he walks off to the back of the house to freshen up from being in the gym. He strips off his clothes and gets under the hot water. The water relaxing his muscles from his intense workout session. He hears the bathroom door open and sees Yuna’s body outline from behind the shower curtain. She takes a step closer pulling back the curtain to reveal Kook standing there naked and wet.

“Did you miss me yesterday?” She ask stripping her clothes to join him. She had hot body to be fair it’s just when opens her mouth that’s when the headache forms. He rather see her mouth opening for his dick not for useless words Kook didn’t care about.

“Not really.” He say bluntly as he washes himself. “I just wanted to fuck that’s all.”

“I know I know I got caught up with work, but I can make it up to you.” She steps in the shower standing in front of him. “You look tense. Or are you just horny.”

“Both.” He replied.

She kneels down in front of him. The shower water soaking her face. Kook grins as a thought crossed his mind. He plans to destroy her tonight, but first he’d let her make it up to him. Technically it’s her fault for not being available when he needed her in the first place.

“I think it’s time you put that mouth to use.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anya was exhausted. A day of nonstop lectures and class work. And to make matters worse she had to work a double today because her co worker got sick. No one likes doing double especially after a long day of school. She works in retail at a local thrift store. It’s not a hard job and it’s hardly ever busy. She just didn’t want to spend the day here when she could be in the comfort of her own home preparing for Kook’s stream later today.

She goes through the same motions as she works. When the door rings she looks up searching for a customer to help her out of her boredom, but instead she sees her best friend.

“Hey Anya you look bored.” Haein says taking a seat next to her behind the counter. Haein always made herself comfortable no matter where she is. I guess that’s expected after being best friends since middle school. Haein was very rebellious. She’s the type to prank you with hot sauce in your underwear. It’s was concerning……yes but she’s not a bad person. Her tomboy appearance makes her very intimidating to other people and Anya always feels safe with her. One time Haein tracked down all the bullies that said and did horrible things to Anya and she slept with their dad’s. She recorded it and blackmailed them until they finally left Anya alone. Yeah Haein is definitely something….

“Yeah this sucks. I just want to go home and-

“Watch Kook yeah I know.” Haein cuts her off. “You can always rewatch it later right?”

Anya shakes her head in disbelief. Technically she could but why would she do that? She’s never missed a stream and she doesn’t plan on it. The last thing she needed was for someone to think she’s obsessed with him when she isn’t. He’s just her comfort when she wants to feel relaxed and chill after a long day. So it’s not strange that she wants to make sure she doesn’t miss a single second of it. “No I rather watch him live. It’s better that way.”

Haein laughs as she hits her vape. “Yeah I think I get what you’re saying.” Haein looks at Anya. “You cut your hair?”

Anya blushes slightly. It wasn’t a big deal she just wanted a change in her appearance that’s all. She nervously strokes the freshly cut ends.“Um y-yeah I had too many dead ends anyway.”

“You look pretty.” Haein smiles as she strokes her hair. Her eyes full of affection and a hint of something else. Anya didn’t know what….

“It’s nothing Haein.” Anya say grabbing her phone avoiding eye contact. She didn’t do well with receiving compliments, it always made her feel like she didn’t deserve to hear it and it made her uncomfortable and weird.

Haein looks at her silently before standing up. “I’ll grab us some snacks.” With that she walks out the store. Anya scrolls on her phone going through Instagram when she got a notification. It’s time for Kook’s stream. He started it a bit earlier than usual. Quickly she grabs her headphones and connects them to her phone.

“What’s up guys missed me? Yeah I know you did. I’ve been thinking about you guys all day.” He laughs at the comments. “Ah that’s right you all can thank our beautiful viewer ‘A’.

“Hey ‘A’ I hope you’re watching this baby because this is for you. I’m glad you look up to someone like me. You have good taste. And now that I think about it……..maybe one day you’ll be able to actually get a taste of me in person, hm?”

What. The. Fuck. No that didn’t happen. The stream literally just started. Could she be hallucinating? Is this a dream? Is he high? What’s going on? Surely he wasn’t talking about her right? Nope she wouldn’t believe it. There’s no way.

“Mmm ‘A’ I wonder what that stands for. Don’t worry if I ever see you in person I’d make sure you tell me. You’re my biggest fan after all right? Makes me wanna reward you ’A’……in a special way.”

Anya dropped her phone.

“Nah I don’t think she can handle me. I’m not an easy person to handle.” He mumbles with a grin on the microphone. “If you want me ‘A’…….go ahead and have me then.”

Why did he whisper like that in the last sentence? Why did he reply? Why is he flirting with her? Why is he so goddamn sexy? His voice alone could get millions of women pregnant. Anya’s heart pounds so loud she’s sure she can hear it. How can he have the audacity to be so straight forward like that? Especially in front of all these viewers. And the way it sounded he thinks this is funny. Oh so it’s funny to embarrass her like that in front of all his viewers? Well technically they don’t know who she was but still she has a right to be upset…….okay okay fine she’s not really mad but she needs to be just to make sense of what just happened. Any emotion is fine right now other than complete shock, so she chose anger. What other emotion would be appropriate? She doesn’t know what came over her but she immediately text’s JMochi.

“Did you see what he just said?! Is he always this straightforward?!? Who does he think he is!? Oh my god this so embarrassing.”

JMochi: 😂

He’s…….laughing? He straight up sent a laughing emoji. What about this situation is funny? Is he just as smug as he was? Is this all some sort of joke?

JMochi: yep he’s just the same in person. What’s the problem don’t you like the way he flirts with you? Come on I know deep down you do.

“It’s about having a little bit of respect. It’s just very cocky of him.”

JMochi: that’s Kook for you.

“Well tell him to shove his cocky attitude up his ass”

Oh no did she really say that? It just came out of nowhere. She’s worked up and high off adrenaline, she didn’t mean to be so blunt. She’s no better than him. Anya mentally slaps herself for getting so worked up.

JMochi: oh I will

“No no it’s okay that was rude of me I shouldn’t have said that.”

JMochi: no he needs to hear someone else tell him how much of an ass he is sometimes. I’ll relay the message.

She sat there in shock. One thing about Anya is that she isn’t rude or ignorant, but sometimes there’s a switch inside of her that she forgets to turn off sometimes when she’s feeling overwhelmed. It’s like a coping mechanism. When she feels anxious or overwhelmed she’ll find some way to become defensive or upset, because in Anya’s mind she’s mostly right. Mostly. But she didn’t want Kook to think she was this childish and immature teenage girl who has an online crush on him. That’s so embarrassing and she didn’t want to make it seem-

“Oh so it looks like our dear viewer ‘A’ thinks I’m cocky.” He scoffs.

“You have a smart mouth on you ‘A’, I wonder what else your mouth can do.”

She was so close. So close to screaming at the top of her lungs in this thrift store. Why is he so confident, and why is it so hot? She wanted to tell him to shut up, to be quiet but her fingers froze over the keyboard. A part of her wants him to keep going. He’s giving her attention for the first time ever and she didn’t want it to stop.

He laughs, his voice a low growl. “Shove my cocky attitude up my ass, huh? If that wasn’t my type I’d be piss about it. You’re lucky ‘A.”

His type? So she’s his type?! Is he enjoying this as much as she was? Or was Anya getting ahead of herself like she always does? Her delusional brain wants to believe that he’s getting off on her behavior but then again he’s done things like this in the past before with other viewers. Why would Anya think she’s special? It’s his job to be this flirty with his fans. That’s what makes him so popular in the first place. It’s like an idol doing fan service, they get paid to do it. It means nothing. She takes a deep breath and for once she leaves his stream to focus back on her work.

She gets up and starts to clean up around the store. Kook’s voice replaying in her head on a loop. He’s too mesmerizing and she’s too weak for it…..for him. A little bit later Haein comes back with snacks. Anya looks up and sees the bags of food she brought. This is what she needs right now. A distraction from whatever the hell just happened earlier. “You’re a lifesaver.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“She left?” Kook says in surprise as Jimin comes in his room. He definitely thought the flirting would have her squirming and blushing right now.

Jimin laughs, a hint of amusement on his face. “Yeah guess she didn’t like your attitude.”

Kook scoffs and throws a hand in the air as if he didn’t care. A lot of viewers didn’t like his personality and they’d do the same thing. They’d bitch and complain about how “inappropriate” or “offensive” he’s being and they’ll leave. He didn’t care in fact he liked the fact that he could get under their skin like that. But with ‘A’ was different. Too different, and Kook didn’t understand what it meant but he knew that he wanted to continue to tease her. He wanted to push her buttons until they popped. Call it boredom or whatever but Kook didn’t understand why he enjoys this. He continued his stream regularly as he normally would, secretly waiting for the moment when Jimin would come in and tell him something ‘A’ said but he didn’t. She really left? Was he too harsh? Did she get offended? Kook didn’t know but he found himself waiting for her. He already knew exactly what he’d say once she came back…….but she didn’t.

Later that night Kook is up staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Why is he craving her attention like some kind of teenage boy in heat? He just wanted to continue bickering with her and hopes to get the last word. Yes he was petty but it was fun. Fun to see someone other than his friends talk to him like that. He grins to himself thinking of what else he should say to her tomorrow. What would make her flustered or upset. He wanted to find out himself. It might seem like he’s being an attention seeker, and so what if he is? He’s bored and ‘A’ is making things interesting. Very interesting.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anya goes through the motions of her morning routine, thoughts swirling with the memories of last night’s stream. She feels stupid for thinking this means anything and she knows it doesn’t. If she expects disappointment she won’t get disappointed right? That’s her motto and she sticks by it. The way Kook was feeding her delusions made her feel like this was all just a dream and she’d wake up from it.

She heads to her kitchen to find something to eat. Unfortunately for Anya she can’t cook at all. It’s sad because she’s almost 25 years old and she still can’t make a simple meal without something burning. As unhealthy it sounds she lives off frozen meals and instant noodles. At least it’s better than nothing. As she adds the water in her instant noodles her phone dings. Hm? A notification from Kook’s instagram. Yeah she had his post notifications on……She clicks the notification and it opens up to his instagram story. As she analyses the photo her heart starts racing. Is she seeing things? Is this real? Why would he post this?

It was a picture of the top of his head. Obviously covering up his face. There’s a text in the corner of the post that says “A”. That’s it. Just the letter ‘A’ with a smirk emoji next to it. Okay he definitely did that on purpose. She wasn’t insane. This was definitely for her. She thinks for a moment about what to do next. Her first instinct was to text JMochi but she decides against it. She didn’t want to run to him every time Kook does something like this. Maybe she should ignore it? Yeah that sounds like a good and reasonable idea. She’s not being rude or anything she just simply didn’t see the post. She’ll just pretend that she didn’t see it, that’s the only way her brain can handle this situation properly.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey did ‘A’ text you or anything?” Kook says walking into Jimin’s room without even knocking.

“Uh no she didn’t why?”

Kook hums acting casual. “Just asking.” Kook was more than positive that she saw the post. If she’s a longtime fan like she said she definitely seen it. He doesn’t even know why he made it in the first place. So he just blames it on boredom again. “So who exactly is this girl? Do you know her personally?”

Jimin looks at him with a grin on his face. “Maybe, why?” Jimin knew why but he wanted to hear him say it out loud.

“No reason.” Kook heads towards the door, but before he could reach for the door nob he stops.

“So do you have her number or something?” He asks trying to sound uninterested but obviously he really wants to know more about this mystery woman.

“Why do you care?”

Kook looks offended. Care? No no Kook doesn’t care. The chances of him caring are so low. Can’t a guy just ask a question without things being more than what they are. Kook turns around to face him his expression emotionless and firm. “I don’t care I just asked a question.”

“Seems like you care bro.” Jimin replies not even trying to hide the smile on his face. He knew Kook was a bit interested in ‘A’, she made things fun and exciting for him recently.

“Fuck you.” Kook leaves slamming the door. He doesn’t know why he’s upset but he feels like he should be right now. What the fuck was Jimin’s problem? He can’t answer a simple fucking question? He goes through his contacts and texts Yuna to help him let out some of his frustration, but before he could send the message he stops. He deletes the message and puts his phone away. Something about fucking Yuna right now didn’t sound appealing to him in the moment so he opted to drink. Storming into the kitchen he grabs a bottle of beer and chugs it down. It helped a little until he heard Jimin’s footsteps get closer and closer. He huffs, he doesn’t need to deal with him right now.

“She texted me.” Jimin says entering the kitchen and that made Kook put the can down. He avoids eye contact with Jimin, he didn’t want him to speculate that he cares about this situation. Because he doesn’t by the way….yeah he doesn’t.

“Okay?” He says nonchalantly but waits for Jimin to continue. After waiting a few seconds he starts to hear Jimin laugh. He fucking laughed right in his face. “I’m kidding, but the look on your face right now is hilarious.” That’s it. Kook had enough of Jimin’s childish behavior recently and he didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Without saying anything it snatches Jimin’s phone from his hands searching for what he wanted.

“Hey what are you doing-

“Where’s her number? I know you have it.” He goes through almost every app to see anything related to ‘A’. “I’m over playing cat and mouse with her while you’re in the middle. I’ll text her myself.”

“No can do. I promised I’d keep her identity a secret.” He grabs his phone back. “I’m a man of my word.”

Kook runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “You aren’t exposing her identity just give me her information and let me talk to her directly.”

Jimin considers it for a moment. “Mmm I don’t know……she seems pretty cool and you’ll scare her off.”

Kook sighed knowing that Jimin wants something in return. He’s just a greedy as he is. “I’ll give you a shout out on my stream.” Jimin has been asking for a shout out for months now but Kook never budged. He didn’t think Jimin’s audience and his were similar so he never did, but now he really wants ‘A’s’ information. No one has ever got him this excited in a while and he wants to continue being excited.

“Deal.” Jimin smiles going through his phone. “I want a real shout out by the way, don’t disappoint me.” He pulls up her username on the streaming app. “Here this is her.”

Kook looks at the name and messages to make sure it was legit. After being satisfied with it, it takes the name and puts it in his phone. He briefly thinks about all the ways he could tease her and he grins at the thought. This was going to be fun….

[wearentdelulu]

Into you: Jungkook x Fem Reader 🔞💚

Summary: Kook is one of the most popular faceless streamers in Seoul. He’s known for his flirting personality to his fans. Anya is one of them. She develops a crush on him over the last few months of watching him. How would she get his attention? What would he do once he gets it?

Author’s Note: this story does contain mature material and language. Also this story was inspired by (jamjars on AO3. The story 97.6!!!) I hope you all enjoyed :)!!

Chapter One~

“Okay that’s all for today guys, try not to dream about me too much. I’ll come back on tomorrow night so you all better be there. Especially my beautiful ladies….”

………….

“Don’t go? Oh you guys want me to stay on all night? I’m sorry but I need to wash up……unless someone wants to help me with that…” he says in a flirty tone.

He had no reason to sound that hot. It should be illegal. Every night at 6:30pm sharp Anya grabs her phone and sprints to her room to tune on it his stream. He plays these strange horror games and fighting games. She never been interested in video games, her little brother is a video game addict so she’s never cared about it. Until one day she came home from work to visit her parents house. They always begged to see her. Something about “don’t forget where you came from”. Gotta admit they were kinda clingy. After she greeted them she made her way to her brother Aiden’s room. He was sleeping, but his computer monitor was on. She walks in and followed the voice coming from the screen. And that’s when she hear him for the first time……

Kook is a very popular faceless streamer. He never showed his face, but Anya didn’t need to see him to know he was hot. The way his voice sounds in her ear makes her brain tingle. So that day she got Kook’s information and went home to do her own research on him.

Apparently he’s 25 years old and he’s in college just like her. He works out….boxing probably? He’s an extreme flirt and he loves to sing. She only knew this because he would say subtle things about himself that she mentally wrote down. The way he talks to his supporters makes it seem like he doesn’t have a girlfriend but…..who knows maybe he does.

But it wasn’t just about his looks or his voice that made Anya interested in him and his content. It was the he made her feel confident and secure. Anya was a very insecure person, I mean who wouldn’t be when you grew up with your old classmates calling you fat and ugly. Some people are just too cruel with their words. So of course she’s insecure and slightly depressed by the constant reminder of her body. Until Kook gave his viewers some advice on a situation similar to hers.

“Fuck anyone who makes you feel like shit. You’re human just like them who cares if you’re fat or skinny. Be you and be yourself and watch how miserable you’ll make them.”

She’ll never forget that. He’s right and ever since she heard him say that she’s seen life through a different perspective. No more excuses for letting people like that get to her. No more holding back her tongue. No more getting ran over. This was a new Anya. A version that was healing from past trauma and moving forward with her life.

She’s been a fan of Kook’s streams for only about seven months now but she feels like she knew him forever. I know that sounds absolutely insane right? But no seriously she does a lot of things he does on a weekly basis. It’s almost identical to her schedule….well except streaming. They have the same taste in music and love horror movies. He also mentioned that he goes to this gym not too far from where she lives, so does that mean he lives close? What if she seen him before walking home or what if she was next to him in line, but she wouldn’t know what he looks like only what he sounds like…..

She didn’t want to seem like she idolized him in a weird one-sized way. She’d leave the idolizing to Ariana Grande probably one of the most perfect people in the world. Anya’s friends didn’t even notice to subtle change in her behavior and appearance to. Yeah Kook even influenced her to dress differently. Before it was only yoga pants and random shirts with those stupid little words on them like “good vibes” or “keep calm and quiet” some bullshit like that, but now she since she found out that Kook likes the color black and he wears oversized clothing she just had to change up her wardrobe. It was definitely time to. She would wear an oversized black hoodie and a bucket hat…….yeah even in the summer time. Now she’s more comfortable and secure in her appearance.

She try’s to convince herself that her new interests aren’t weird. Following a streamer and basically knowing a lot of things about him made her realize that oh shit she has a crush on him. To be fair she’s been single for almost two years, and she just assumed that she’s a bit touch starved and leaves it at that.

It’s not until on a regular Thursday afternoon she notices the slight change in Kook’s behavior, and it left her feeling very anxious and fidgety. Normally Kook comes on stream with his witty charisma and bundle of energy. He throws in a few flirty remarks and starts the stream up.

“Yoo welcome back to the stream. Mmm look at the comments rolling in. Looks like you guys are needy today huh? Good thing I’m here to….satisfy those needs.”

That’s what Anya is used to, but today something is off. As soon as she got the notification she joined immediately and noticed the slight change in his voice.

“Hey guys welcome to the stream. Today we’re going to finish the last game we played yesterday….”

He sounded tired and annoyed like he didn’t want to stream today. He didn’t read a single comment it’s like he didn’t even look. As Anya chewed on her fingernails in worry she sees the comments talking about the change in his tone. He completely ignores it. In fact he hardly even spoke the whole time. The way he moved in the game looks like he’s dragging it. He’s a sore loser and he’s lost so many times now. One thing about Kook he doesn’t lose. She can hear the occasionally sigh that he lets out and she feels guilty. How can she help? What can she do?

Without thinking she goes through the comments and looks for his mods. He only had a few but he always would say that if we need anything we can ask his mod and they’ll help. She finds a certain mod by the name of JMochi. She’s never messaged a mod before so this all a bit nerve racking for her. She clicks on his name and decides to send a message.

“Hi sorry this is a bit strange but if you can please tell Kook that I hope everything is okay with him. He seems a bit down today and not his normal flirty, energetic self. Maybe I’m just speculating on my part and I’m sorry if I am but I really hope you pass on my message to him. Thank you again.”

Okay that kind of made her feel a bit better. Hopefully he-

JMochi: well hello there looks like someone noticed his behavior.

He replied back? She didn’t think he would and definitely not that fast either. She takes a deep breath and text back.

“Oh hi I didn’t expect a response. Yes I did notice his behavior and I’m a bit concerned. I’ve been a viewer for months now and I’ve never seen him behave his way.”

JMochi: yeah he’s normally not this much of a downer. I’m surprised someone else noticed enough to text me directly. I will definitely pass on your message. Is there anything else you want me to tell him?

She thinks for a moment. There’s so much she wants to say but right now she can surpass her eagerness and just be a supportive fan.

“Also that I’m a fan of his content and I love his streams. He’s amazing and I hope he knows how much of an impact he’s making in other peoples lives.”

JMochi: got it. I’ll let him know. Thanks Anya.

“Wait how do you know my name?”

JMochi: your username is Anya0901 very ironic that those numbers are Kook’s birthday.

Oh no he probably thinks she’s a complete stalker fan who has an obsession with him. This is bad really bad.

JMochi: don’t worry I won’t tell him about your

name I’ll keep it just between us.

She lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. That could’ve been worse than she thought.

“Thank you….yes please don’t tell him. I rather be anonymous. But if he asks for a name you can just tell him “A”. That would be appreciated.

JMochi: no problem “A”. Can’t wait to hear more from you.

Anya was freaking out over the text messages between her and JMochi. She didn’t want to come off as a weird stalker fan, speaking of she should change her username immediately. After a few minutes of having a mental breakdown Kook ends his stream without even saying goodbye. She worried about him and hoped that JMochi delivered her message.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ugh fuck this.” Kook says as he comes home from a long day from work. Everyday was pretty shitty but today was the icing on the cake. Kook works at a local Best Buy. In case you didn’t know he’s obsessed with technology and gaming equipment. Despite his asshole of a boss you could possibly say he actually likes his job, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. To be fair he really doesn’t need a job. Streaming makes him enough money to pay his bills with no problem. And the fact that he’s a faceless streamer makes his audience grow even more.

It didn’t always start off with gaming for Kook. Growing up he was very active and athletic. Basketball, baseball, football, you name it and Kook has probably done it. Playing video games was just a hobby for him. You know coming home from practice just to hop on the game. It was his routine for so long. Since he graduated he had more time to play. His college classes were in the morning, so after classes he’d get on the game. Until one day he decides to make a streaming account. After creating his account he sets up his monitor and presses “go live”. He didn’t feel as confident as he normally did that day so he didn’t turn his camera on, and that’s when the viewers came in.

Kook then realized that he could possibly make a living just by playing video games. His channel grew rapidly over the years and he couldn’t be more happy for himself. The money was definitely a plus. He was able to keep up with the rent for him and his roommate Jimin. They’ve been living together since graduation and for a while it was hard for both of them to keep up with rent, until Kook started streaming.

“You look like shit.” Jimin says as he watches Kook come in the house. Jimin also streams but he’s more of a YouTuber type of guy. You know the ones who do those stupid staged pranks and vlog’s everything except for Kook. Jimin valued his privacy and never put him on camera for his sake.

“Thanks” Kook says not hiding the sarcasm in his voice. “I’m hungry did you cook?”

“What am I? Your wife?” Jimin says sitting on the couch tapping away at his computer.

“Hell no, what kind of idiot would willingly marry you.?” Kook replies looking through the fridge finding anything to eat. They just bought groceries how does the food disappear so quickly?

“You’d be surprised. You should see my DM’s. Women are obsessed with me Kook. Don’t be jealous.”

Kook ignores him.

“Are you streaming? You look extra mad today.”

Kook lets out an annoyed huff. “Work was shitty. My mom called me and told me my brother fell off his bike again. He’s in the hospital but he’s doing good.” He grabs some sandwich meat from the fridge. “It doesn’t make sense. He always does something reckless and leaves me and our parents worried. Not to mention when I got the call I couldn’t go visit him because of all the days of work I missed last week so that ruined my whole mood.”

Jimin looks up from his computer, a hint of concern and sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry Kook at least your brother is doing well. It could’ve been worse.”

“I just need to get my mind off of it. I would call Yuna but apparently she’s busy. So yeah streaming it is.” Yuna was Kook’s fuck buddy. They’ve been on and off for over a year now and it’s pretty toxic. When either of them would have the slightest inconvenience, they’ll called each other, fuck for about an hour, then go home. Kook likes to call it his “stress reliever” other than smoking. One thing about Kook he doesn’t do relationships, hell he couldn’t even remember the last time he’s been in one. He’s strictly a fuck-and-go type of guy, and so is Yuna. They made it clear in the beginning that they didn’t

want anything serious and no feelings involved. So he’s used to her being available whenever he needs her, but the fact that she’s “busy” pissed him off even more. He wanted to take his frustration out on her. Fuck her so hard that she couldn’t walk the next morning. Shove her face into the mattress, choke her, spank her, hell sometimes he’d tie her up and pin her to the bed just so he could leave marks and bites on her. But now he’s left with no one at the moment and that makes him even more upset.

“Yuna is hoe you know that right? Shouldn’t you…..I don’t know find someone who doesnt fuck the entire city?” Jimin says.

Why did that make Kook even more pissed. “So what? I don’t care about her.” And he actually meant that. As bad as it sounds he really didn’t care about her. Why should he? She’s didn’t care about him.

“You want me to moderate your stream today? Or you want me to call Taehyung to do it?” Jimin was Kook’s first moderator ever. He’s a great mod, he always makes sure Kook’s streams are doing well and he removes the few hate comments he gets. Also Jimin is the only person who has access to his DM’s. Kook has thousands of messages of horny teenage girls and men. They never seen his face and yet they insist that they should fuck him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention but over some time it gets weird and uncomfortable. So he trusts Jimin to go through his DM’s to make sure he doesn’t miss out on any brand deals or anything involving his work ethic.

“You do it.” He said bluntly as he walks away, disappearing into his room. He hopes that if he gets to kill some zombies or something that would help with his frustration at the moment. Unfortunately it didn’t. Some viewers noticed the change in his attitude and keep insisting on him to talk about it. What is this therapy? No it’s just a regular stream. His viewers should be more focused on his gameplay more than anything and yet he hasn’t won not one round. All the comments weren’t making him feel better at all and without thinking he ends the stream earlier than he usually does. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair trying to calm himself down. Today was really a shitty day and the only thing that could take away this frustration temporary is alcohol and smoking.

He takes off his head set and heads for his door, only to be face to face with Jimin. He was smiling. Which made Kook really uncomfortable at the moment.

“What?” Kook says impatiently, mind focused on nothing but alcohol and that damn vape. And Jimin here is delaying the process.

“Looks like you have a secret admirer.” He says in a singing tone. Secret admirer? Of course he does he gets messages like that every day. But right now he didn’t want to hear another story about how a 40 year old virgin is offering to pay him thousands of dollars just to fuck them. He denied that offer by the way.

“Don’t care now move.” Jimin stops him in his tracks. His face calm and collected. Why was he always so persistent. It was a good and bad thing.

“Look at this message.” He pulls out his phone and practically shoves the phone in his face. Kook was this close to shoving Jimin’s face into the nearest wall if he kept this up. But he would that’s the thing. He’d keep going until Kook finally gave in.

Kook took the phone and read the message on the screen. As he read it his frustration was quickly replaced with a pang of gratitude. He can’t remember the last time someone actually cared about his feelings enough to personally message Jimin. And why the hell did it make his heart warm up. Something about the way her words felt so….caring? Kind? Kook didn’t know why the hell a message from this stranger made him feel better than he did moments ago. He tried to hide the slight smirk on his face when he sees the way she praises him.

“Is that a smile I see?” JImin teases. Kook’s smirk immediately dropped. The last thing he needs is for jimin to start gloating like a child.

“Who is this? Oh let me guess she’s either 40 or 14 years old.” Kook says returning the phone and heading towards the kitchen. He completely forgot why he needed to come in here in the first place.

“Nope she’s 24 years old. I might’ve looked her up before telling you about her. Gotta say she’s hot.”

“Cool.” Kook says nonchalantly looking through the fridge for something he can’t quite remember. Those text messages making his mood change slightly. Something inside of him wants to thank her for the kind words, but when has Kook ever done that? Jimin is in charge of the messages he receives and he isn’t the type to just thank someone so casually. Call it cockiness but he’s use to it. Use to getting what he wants and not really dealing with the consequences after. It’s just who he is….who he’s always been.

“Cool, huh?” Jimin mocks. He can read Kook like a book and can tell his mood change after he seen the message. “Okay then I’ll tell “A” you said ‘cool’ after she took the time out of her day to make sure you were alright. Unlike some other people. “Jimin pulls out his phone to type out a message”

“Wait…” Kook says with a sigh. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it Jimin was right. It feels weird to just ignore the kind words from her. “I’ll thank her on tomorrow’s stream okay?”

Jimin grins as if he already knew he’d do that. “I’m proud of you Jungkook. You’re a changed man.”

Kook hasn’t heard someone say his full name in years. Jimin only does that when he’s trying to be childish and immature. And god he hates it more than anything and Jimin knows that. It’s like he gets off to Kook’s anger. He’s fucking weird but he’s also his best friend and he doesn’t trust anyone else other than him and Taehyung.

“Whatever don’t make it seem like I’m just an asshole. I care about my fans who care about me okay?” Kook reaches in the fridge to grab a can of beer and walks back into his room. Once his alone with his thoughts he thinks back to the message from earlier. How can someone care about him when they didn’t even know him. Let alone seen him either. He doesn’t understand yet he’s happy he could at least get out of his shitty mood from earlier today.

He gets on his computer and goes over his assignments for the week. Although he despises school and has a deep hatred for it he does want to graduate and who knows he’d probably get his degree and work for this big tech firm. Maybe he could even convince his brain dead brother to actually take his life seriously. He didn’t want to become one of those strict older brothers who acts like a third parent but Kook’s brother is really reckless and it worries him more than anything. He grabs his phone and decides to call him just to make sure he’s okay and safe.

“Jungkook what’s up?” Junghyun say and he can hear the grin in his voice. “Don’t worry I’m fine I’m better than fine. The doctors here are so hot. I should come more often.”

Idiot. He’s a completely idiot. He’s making it seem as if he’s immoral. What the hell are seventeen year olds doing nowadays anyway? When he was his age he was playing sports and partying, but Junghyun is treating life as if it ends tomorrow.

“You’re an idiot. Do you know how worried our parents are? You’re lucky I’m not there to beat your ass for being so reckless.”

“Awww love you too bro.” Junghyun says with a smile on his face. Kook has his own way to express his love and concern and this was it.

“Whatever just don’t do it again.”

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Next morning Anya walks into her classroom and prepares for her morning lecture. Why the hell did she decide to do tech? She can barely change a light bulb. It’s time to start looking for a new major.

As the classroom starts to fill up with students one in particular catches her eye every morning. He wasn’t a new student, in fact Anya has seen him a couple of times on campus. He sits in the back with a couple of other students. It’s too mediocre to call them “popular kids” but they are. The guy was always dressed in black and wears the same black bucket hat almost everyday. He has an eyebrow and lip piercing which is very hot in Anya’s opinion. No not opinion it’s a fact. His entire right arm was covered in tattoos. Even down to his fingers. It doesn’t take an idiot to see how hot he was. The entire class- no the entire school knew it. Not even just him. He surrounded himself with six other students who were just as hot as he was. She recognized one of them. Jimin is a YouTuber and he films occasionally on campus, but the others she didn’t know. Apparently the hot guys name is Jeon. Well that’s what the professors call him. He’s the typical bad boy but he’s always in class on time and from what she noticed, he one of the highest ranking students in their school. Talk about not judge a book by its cover.

Oddly enough she’s never heard him speak. Not once. He just silently observes. Anya did find him attractive and it was nice to actually attach her feelings to something she’s seen in person before, but Kook was always on her mind. Occasionally…….well not occasionally but she often checks his social media accounts and she listens to the songs he recommends. Apparently he’s not the emo type like how she expected. He likes almost every genre. And she trusted his taste in music. She clicks on his playlist and starts taking her notes trying her hardest not to turn around at her eye candy of a man Jeon.

Kook arrives to class at his normal time and takes his seat in the back. The rest of the guys comes along and start their own conversation. Kook doesn’t talk much during school. He didn’t want to seem like a celebrity but last time he had a conversation with his friends a lot of people recognized him from his stream. He just didn’t want anyone to know. Jungkook and Kook were two completely different people and he wanted it to stay that way. He actually takes his school work seriously because he actually cares about his future. So during the hour and a half of his lecture, he takes notes and his friends whispers about whatever they were talking about and he concentrates on the work ahead. But his mind goes back to that message of “A”. It brought a sense of comfort to him out of nowhere and he didn’t know how to ignore it. So he didn’t….

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Like Crazy~ chapter two🔞

You watched him go, your body still thrumming with the memory of his touch. You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself, to bring your heart rate back to a normal level. But it was difficult, your mind still whirling with the events of the last few moments, the memory of his lips on yours, the feel of his hands on your hips…You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. This night was turning out to be much more complicated than you had anticipated...

You moved back into the crowd, trying to keep your composure. The party was still in full swing, people milling about, music playing loudly in the background, but all you could think of was him. With every step you took, you couldn't help but feel his absence, the space where he had been just minutes ago now filled with a sense of longing...desire…

You made your way a to the bar, deciding that a drink might help you refocus. Perhaps some liquid courage would drown out the memories of his touch, the taste of his lips, the way he had looked at you. You ordered a drink and took a seat at the bar, trying to look casual, as if you didn't have a care in the world. But your mind was still racing, the memories of Jimin's presence and the anticipation of his return keeping you on edge. You took a sip of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat, but the distraction was short-lived as your thoughts kept returning to him, the memory of his touch still lingering on your skin...

As you spot him from afar, chatting with other party goers, a pang of jealousy shot through you. You saw the way he laughed, the way he smiled, his charm on full display. The women around him were clearly taken with him, hanging on to his every word, his every gesture. You could see the attraction in their eyes, the interest and the desire…

And each time he laughed, each time he smiled at another woman, you felt a twinge of anger, a strange, possessive pang in your chest. You tried to ignore it, to tell yourself it was just part of the role you were playing, but the feeling wouldn’t go away, a mix of frustration and helplessness swirling in your gut.

As if sensing your gaze, he suddenly looked up, his eyes meeting yours across the room. Even from a distance, the connection was electric, his gaze intense and lingering. For a moment, he seemed almost distracted, his conversation with the other party-goers faltering as he stared at you.

You tried to maintain your cool, to keep your expression neutral, but his gaze was making it difficult. Your heart started to beat faster again, the memory of their earlier encounter coming back in full force. You took another sip of your drink, your eyes never leaving his, a silent communication passing between you two. “I need him.” You thought, your body humming with desire. You could practically feel your underwear being soaked just by the sight of him.

He said something to the people he was talking to, his gaze still fixed on you, before excusing himself and making his way towards you. You swallowed, your heart beating even harder now, your body growing tense with anticipation.

Without a word he grabs your wrist and guides you out of the busy crowd. “What are you doing?” You asked “Where are you taking me?” Though it was strange, you really weren’t complaining. The grip he had on you made you feel so grounded and anchored. You’d followed him anywhere.

He led you up the stairs, his grip on your hand firm and purposeful. The room he took you to was dark and empty, a quiet space away from the noise and bustle of the party. The moment the door closed behind him, the atmosphere shifted, the air suddenly charged with tension and anticipation.

He turned to you , his eyes never leaving yours. There was a primal hunger in his gaze, a wildness that matched your own. Without a word, he backed you up against the wall, trapping you between him and the cool plaster, his body pressed tight against yours, his hands on your hips. “Now..” he murmured. “Where were we?”

You gasped your body responding instinctively to his touch, your hands moving to his shoulders as if pulled by a magnetic force. You looked up at him, your breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, your heart beating like a war drum in your chest. “W-What about your guest?” You asked breathless.

He chuckled against your skin, his breath warm and stirring. There was a hint of amusement in his tone when he spoke. “They can wait…” he murmured. “This is more important…”

“I thought you were an extra extravagant host, that makes all he’s guests feel welcome and special.”

He grins, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses in their wake. His touch was gentle and warm, as if he’s trying to memorize your body and your responses. As he spoke, his voice was a low, rough whisper that vibrated against your skin. "I am… but right now, you’re the only guest I want to make feel welcome… and special…”

His words sent another jolt of desire coursing through you, your body responding, arching against him in a way that was both eager and needy. You knew you should resist, should maintain some degree of control, but it was growing more and more difficult with every touch, every word he whispered against your skin. “I can tell you want it too….mystery lady.”

His hands were everywhere, touching, exploring, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they went. He claimed your mouth in a deep, desperate kiss, his tongue hungry and demanding. His body pressed tight against yours, trapping you between the cool wall and his hot, hard frame, the contrast making your head spin.

You found yourself surrendering completely, your body and mind utterly consumed by his presence. Your defenses crumbled, your resistance shattered, your body responding to his touch with a desperate hunger you hadn’t known you were capable of. It was as if he had unlocked something inside you, some deep, primal need that had until then been, hidden in the darkest corners of your soul.

He breaks the kiss only to guide you on the near by bed. As you lay down, he climbs on top of you, his eyes locked with yours. His hands moved to the zipper of your dress, his touch confident and sure. He began to slowly unzip it, letting the fabric fall away from your body, uncovering inch by inch, smooth skin. As he exposed more and more of you to his hungry gaze, he let out a low, guttural sound.

You felt a mix of vulnerability and excitement as he undressed you, the way he was looking at you making you feel desired, wanted, worshipped in a way you had never experienced before. Every exposed patch of skin seemed to burn under his gaze, the air charged with a tension that was both electric and intoxicating.

He looked down at the sight of your bare skin, biting back a moan. “You’re stunning..” he says, voice laced with desire. “Can I keep going?

You nod your eyes never leaving his.

He kisses each piece of skin he exposes, his lips leaving gentle marks as he removes your underwear. Once you're bare, he lays you back on the bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.

He leans down, his hands spreading your thighs gently as he settles between them. He kisses your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, his touch tender and adoring. Still fully clothed himself.

He takes his time exploring your body, his touch gentle yet firm. He wants to know every inch of you, every touch igniting sparks under his fingertips. He pauses at your core, his breath hot against your skin. "Is this okay? I wonder if you taste as good as you look.”

You nod, your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He smiles softly before leaning in, his tongue parting your folds and delving inside you. He eats you out with his mouth and tongue working magic on your sensitive flesh. “Mmm….I was correct.”

He takes his time, licking and sucking, his tongue circling your clit before sucking it gently. He slips two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot. Your moans and whimpers spur him on.

You writhe under his touch, your body a tangle of sensation, your mind lost in a haze of pleasure. The intensity of his desire, the raw need in his touch, was overwhelming, almost dizzying. You could feel yourself drowning in his presence, losing yourself in pleasure and sensation, surrendering completely to his every whim. Having him, Park Jimin with you like this made this moment even more special. You dreamt of this moment and here you are…..getting everything and more from him.

He continues his sensual assault, his fingers pumping in and out of you as his tongue flicks over your clit. He can feel you tightening around his fingers, knowing you're close. He doubles his efforts, determined to make you fall apart. “Let go, I’ve got you.”

You clench your thighs around his head, your body convulsing as you reach the peak. He continues to suck and lick, drawing out your pleasure as you ride out the waves of your release. He gently eases you down, placing soft kisses on your thighs before crawling back up to face you.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he looks down at you. He leans in for a kiss, his tongue parting your lips so you can taste yourself on him. "You're so sweet."

He pulls back and starts to undo his pants, just enough to free his cock. He positions himself at your entrance, the tip of his cock teasing your slick folds. He looks into your eyes, silently asking for permission. At your nod, he slowly pushes forward, his thick length stretching you deliciously as he fills you inch by inch.

He pauses midway, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. He leans down to kiss you softly, his hips gently rocking against yours. He slides the rest of the way in, burying himself deep inside you. He lets out a low groan, his face nuzzled into your neck. You groan in slight pain at the invasion, his cock stretching your tight walls.

He notices your wince, immediately stilling inside you. He pulls back slightly, trying to read your face. "Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?" His voice is filled with concern. He leans down to kiss you softly, his hand caressing your cheek.

You shake your head, wrapping your legs around his waist. "No, it's just.... Give me a moment. You feel so good, I just need to... adjust.” His expression softens with understanding, his hand stroking your hair gently. "Take your time.”

He remains still, allowing you to get accustomed to his size. His lips trail soft kisses along your jaw and neck, his touch soothing and comforting. "You're doing so well. We can go slow." He murmurs, his voice a low, tender rumble.

After a few moments, you feel more comfortable, the initial pain subsiding. You look up at him, your eyes filled with desire and trust. He smiles, his heart swelling with affection. He gently begins to move again, his strokes slow and careful at first, gradually increasing in pace as you adjust.

He finds a rhythm that pleases you both, his hips moving smooth, sensually as he fills you over and over. The bed creaks softly beneath you, the sound mingling with your soft gasps and his low groans.

He changes his angle slightly, and suddenly, he hits a spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Oh! Right there!" You cry out, your nails digging into his back. He grins, knowing he's found your sweet spot.

He focuses his efforts on that special place, his hips rolling and thrusting with purpose. The head of his cock drags along your inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure through your body with each pass. He leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, swallowing your moans. “Jimin…”

Your body begins to tense, a familiar pressure building low in your belly. You're getting close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, but you didn’t want this to end. He must sense it, because he doubles his efforts, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

“Oh, Jimin! I-I'm..." Your words are lost to a cry of pure bliss as he sends you tumbling over the edge into release. Your inner muscles clamp down around him, pulsating rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.

With a hoarse shout, he follows you over the brink. His body stiffens, his hips jerking against yours as he spills warm cum inside you. He buries his face in your neck, his breathing hot and fast against your skin. "Damn….where the hell have…….you been my whole life?”

He collapses on top of you, his weight a comforting presence. He nuzzles your neck, placing gentle kisses on your skin. Afterwards, you lay there, your bodies tangled together in a messy embrace, the room around you still had a faint sound of the party. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your bodies hot and sticky with sweat. Your mind was still fuzzy, your body humming with satisfaction. You could feel the heat of his skin against yours, the steady rhythm of his heart beating against your own.

“I didn’t get your name.” He smiles softly. He

strokes your hair, his touch soothing and caring.

You sat up, your heart suddenly racing as he asked your name. For a moment, you had no response, your mind clouded with panic. You couldn’t tell him your real name, that was the whole point of this, to remain a mystery to him. You had to think fast, come up with a believable alias on the spot.

You smiled weakly, your mind still racing. “It’s…it’s a secret,” you said, your voice a bit shakier than you would have liked. You hoped he wouldn’t notice your nervousness, that he would take it as simple flirtation instead of the panic you were feeling inside.

He chuckled softly, his eyes still fixed on you. “A secret, huh?” he murmured. “I like that.” He pushed himself up on one elbow, his expression playful, curious. “No hints, no clues?”

You shrugged, trying to act casual, as if this was all just part of the game. “Sorry, my lips are sealed,” you said, flashing a small, teasing smile. You hoped he would drop the subject, but you could see in his eyes that he was not going to let this go that easy.

You quickly got up, pulling your dress and underwear back on, your movements quick and nervous. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, his gaze curious.

You finished fastening your dress with trembling hands, the act of getting dressed suddenly feeling very awkward and exposing. You could feel his gaze on your skin, the weight of it making you feel more naked and vulnerable than when you had actually been undressed.

You turned back to him, your face composed, your expression neutral, betraying nothing of the chaotic thoughts and feelings swimming in your mind. He was still lying in bed, looking relaxed and content, a lazy smile on his lips as he watched you.

He didn’t speak, just looked at you, his gaze intense and full of curiosity. You could see the questions in his eyes, the urge to know more about you, to find out who you really was, lurking behind that lazy smile.

“Aren’t you getting up?” You said, your tone casual, masking the mixture of emotions you were feeling inside. You needed him to get dressed, to stop his intense staring, to give you some space to gather your thoughts and regain your composure.

He smiled and sat up, stretching lazily. The bedsheets pooled around his waist, leaving his bare chest exposed, his muscles taut and defined in the dim light of the room. You saw the hint outline of his tattoo on his side. It was a sight that would make any woman weak in the knees. Especially you. “That’s right. I do have a party to host.”

He casually picked up his pants from the floor and put them on, moving with a relaxed, confident grace that was both irritating and attractive. You watched him, trying to control your reactions, but your eyes kept returning to him, to the way his muscles moved under his skin, how the soft light played across his shoulders, his arms, his chest.

You felt your hands clench into fists by your sides, your body’s urges warring with your mind’s resistance. You wanted to look away, to ignore the effect he was having on you, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him, the sight of him half-naked too much to resist.

He seemed perfectly at ease, completely oblivious to the effect he was having on you. He was buttoning up his shirt, his fingers moving with quick, deft motions, his expression calm and relaxed. Meanwhile, your mind was a tangle of chaos and confusion, your body a battlefield of desire and resistance.

“We should go back to the party.” You moved towards the door, your body still feeling shaky, your mind still swimming with thoughts and sensations. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from leaving the room. You felt a jolt, a combination of surprise and desire at his touch. You turned back to face him, your expression guarded, your body trembling with anticipation.

“Wait,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Before we go back, I need something from you.” He stepped closer, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist, his gaze intense and determined.

“What do you need?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

He smirked, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. “Your number,” he said. “I want to see you again.” His tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. He wasn’t asking, he was demanding.

You swallowed, your mind racing. You knew you should refuse, that it would be the smart thing to do, to maintain your façade, and your freedom. But at the same time, a part of you wanted to comply, to give in to his demands, to see what it would be like to be truly claimed by him, to be his completely.

“I don’t know…” you said, your voice hesitant, even as your body betrayed you, your pulse racing at the thought of giving him what he wanted. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“Why not?” he said, his mouth just inches away from yours. “Afraid you won’t be able to resist me again?” His tone was teasing, but there was an edge of challenge there too, as if he wanted to test the limits of your self control.

You shivered at his words, your body reacting automatically to his proximity, his touch. You tried to resist, to keep up your guard, but it was getting more and more difficult with him this close, his body pressed against yours, his breaths hot against your skin.

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above your ear, his breath sending a wave of heat through your body. “Just give me your number,” he whispered, his voice low and persuasive. “One number. That’s all I’m asking for.” His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, eliminating any remaining space between your bodies.

You let out a soft gasp, your body responding to his words, his touch. You knew you should say no, that it would be better for both of you, but his voice was seductive, his body an intoxicating temptation. You felt your resolve crumbling, your resistance melting away under his gaze.

“Please,” he added, his lips now tracing a path along your jawline, his teeth grazing your skin, his tongue teasing the sensitive spot behind your ear. “Just one number.” His voice was almost a whine, a plea, his desire for your clear in every syllable.

You couldn’t resist anymore, your body surrendered completely, every fiber of your being responding to his touch, his words. You closed your eyes, your head falling back, giving in to the pleasure coursing through you. “Okay,” you breathed, your voice barely above a gasp. “Okay, you can have my number…”

He let out a low sound, a mixture of satisfaction and victory. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “Now was that hard?,” he murmured, his gaze locked on yours.

You were powerless to resist his command, your body completely under his spell. You stumbled to find your purse, lying discarded on the floor, its contents spilled out. You fumbled through it, searching for your phone, your hands trembling with a combination of desire and fear.

Finally, you found it, your fingers closing around the cold device. You pulled it out, unlocking it with shaky fingers, your screen illuminating the dim room. You navigated to your contact list, your mind a blur of thoughts and emotions, your body still thrumming with desire.

He watched you intently, his gaze never leaving your face, his grip on your waist steady. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps, his lips parted slightly. He looked like a man on the verge of losing control, teetering on the edge of restraint.

Once you two were done, he handed the phone back to you, your mind still fuzzy from the sheer desire coursing through you. He looked at the screen, his expression unreadable in the dim light, his eyes flicking back up to your face. “Good,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Now I can find you whenever I want.”

A part of you felt a thrill at the thought of him being able to find you at any time, to have such control over your whereabouts. Another part of you felt a chill of dread, knowing that you had just given him a direct line to yourself, to your thoughts, your feelings, your private world.

He slowly released his grip on you, his body pulling away from yours. You stumbled slightly, feeling suddenly cold and alone without his touch. He took a step back, his hand on the doorknob, looking at you with a cocky, satisfied smile on his face.

“I should get back to the party,” he said, his voice casual, as if you two hadn’t just spent the past few minutes in a whirlwind of lust and desire. “They’re probably wondering where I am.”

You just nodded, your mind still scrambled, your body still buzzing with the aftereffects of his touch. You couldn’t trust yourself to speak, afraid of what might come out of your mouth if you opened it. Instead, you followed him silently, your heart still pounding in your ears.

He seamlessly rejoined the party, acting as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t just had the night of his life. He mingled with the guests, his charm and charisma on full display, his eyes occasionally darting in your direction, a small, secretive smile playing on his lips.

You realized with a sudden jolt that it was already nearing midnight. You had completely lost track of time, your body and mind too preoccupied with the events of the evening. Reality came crashing back in, your responsibilities and obligations weighing heavily on your shoulders. You needed to get home and get ready for work in the morning.

As you slipped out of the party, you heard his voice behind you. He was trying to catch up to you. But you couldn’t let him catch you, couldn’t let yourself get sucked back into his world, into his spell. You quickly hailed a taxi, jumping in and slamming the door shut behind you, your heart racing in your chest.

The taxi pulled away from the curb, driving away into the night, the lights and sounds of the party fading into the distance behind you. You leaned back against the seat, closing your eyes, your mind and body still in a state of turmoil, your thoughts a whirlwind of desire and confusion.

You felt a stab of regret at leaving so suddenly, without even saying goodbye. But you knew you had made the right decision, that staying any longer would have just made things more complicated, more difficult to untangle. You couldn’t let yourself get lost in his world, in his world of endless parties and wealthy people, because that’s not you…… and it will never be.

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Masterlist:

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Untouched:

Sylus One Shot (18+)

Like Crazy (JiminxFemreader 18+)

Chapter one Chapter two Chapter Three

Into you (JungkookxFemreader 18+)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

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Like Crazy🥂 (Jimin x Femreader) (🔞) Chapter One

Summary: Park Jimin one of the world’s wealthiest man, throws a New Year Eve’s party every year. Only the richest and most successful people are invited, which you weren’t at all. What will happen if you fake your life just to get a taste of his? Is lying the right way to go? What will you do when Jimin spots you at the party unable to ignore the magnetic pull he feels towards you? Will you keep up the lie? Or confess?

“Quite the experience, indeed,” he said, his voice a whisper. “But you don’t seem like the kind of person who normally enjoys these events. No offense, but you look a bit out of your element here…” he says, his eyes never leaving yours…..

“If opportunity doesn’t knock, build the door” -Milton Berle

Authors Note: hiii this story is inspired by the movie “Cinderella” and the “Great Gatsby”. This series does include sexual content and mature scenes so please read at your own risk. 🔞

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Chapter One~

Jimin is an extravagant host who throws grand New Year's Eve parties, known for gathering Korea's A-listers, music legends, and the hottest celebrities under one roof. His home morphs into a glitzy wonderland, where guests sip champagne, dance to live bands, and enjoy exclusive performances from the biggest names in entertainment.

These parties are not just about ringing in the new year, they're the most extravagance, glamour, and A-list group. These star decorated events are more than a celebration, they're a chance for the rich, famous, and influential to network, unwind, and let loose. Jimin himself moves about the room with confidence, charming every celebrity he meets, and ensuring that every guest feels like a VIP. The press buzzes about Jimin's parties for days, analyzing every detail of the luxurious festivities and speculating who was seen with whom.

Jimin's sharp eyes caught sight of a face that didn't look familiar. He paused, taking a moment to observe you with a curious tilt of his head. He watched as you walked outside. The parties he hosted were packed with familiar faces, and there was something intriguing about this unknown presence. His gaze held steady for a moment longer before he subtly excused himself from the conversation he was in. With an air of confidence, he approached you, a friendly smile on his lips. "Hello," he greeted, his tone smooth as he extended a hand.

Now let’s start over to how we even got here in the first place…….

Two weeks ago~

On a regular Friday night, you sat in your modest apartment, the faint glow of your old television casting shadows on the bare walls. The news had just finished, and now, the late night commercials played, an endless parade of products and services trying to sell you something. But one commercial in particular caught your eye. A promotion for the latest, most exclusive party hosted by the one and only, Park Jimin. You sat up straighter, your heart fluttering in your chest. Park Jimin. The man everyone loves including yourself.

He was the charming idol known for his dashing good looks and magnetic charisma. You had been a fan of his for years, devouring every concert , every interview, every piece of information about him you could find. And now, here he was, promoting his latest party, a gathering of the rich and famous, a world light-years away from your life. As Jimin flashed that familiar, cheeky smile at the camera, your grip on the remote tightened, your eyes fixed on the screen, captivated. “He’s perfect….” You mumble slightly biting your lips.

You couldn’t shake the thought of being there. Wearing a beautiful dress, dancing in a sea of glittering lights, and maybe, just maybe, having a chance to meet him. But then reality set in, cold and stark. Those events were for the wealthy, the glamorous, the chosen ones. Not for someone like you, struggling to make ends meet, living paycheck to paycheck. Tears pricked your eyes, disappointment and longing mixing in a bitter lump in your chest. You clicked off the television, plunging your living room into darkness.

Yet, the image of Jimin stayed with you, burned into your mind. How could someone so bright and vibrant be just beyond your reach? It wasn’t fair. Frustration gnawed at you. Why couldn’t you have a chance at adventure, at excitement…at something more? With a huff, you rose from the couch, pacing your small living room. It was as if the walls were closing in on you, the reality routine of your life constricting your dreams. The desire to see that party, to touch that world, thrummed through your veins like a current.

As your mind whirled with the idea of attending Jimin's exclusive party, a spark of an idea took form. Becoming a 'fake' famous person? It sounded absurd and risky, perhaps even insane, but it was the only way you saw that could lead you into that glittering world. You sat down at your computer, determined to figure out the specifics of how to achieve this impossible goal.

The hours blurred as you delved into the shadows of the internet, researching every strategy, every trick you might need to pull off your plan. You read about impersonators, con artists, and social media influencers who faked their way into exclusive events. There was even a famous tale of a man who successfully impersonated a famous idol for almost a decade. It’s not impossible. It CAN happen. You just need to find out how.

But even with all the knowledge you gathered, doubt crept in. You were just a simple girl. How could you possibly fool the world into thinking you were someone you weren’t? The reality of the task threatened to crush your spirit. But then, you remembered the look in Jimin’s eyes on the television, the carefree smile that made your heart skip. There was no way you could let the chance to meet him pass you by. You’d find a way, no matter what.

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Days melted into nights as you searched fashion and lifestyle blogs, learning the dos and don’ts of high end style. Expensive designer clothes, luxury accessories, and a makeup look that screamed ‘wealth.’ You even came across a website selling fake luxury items, purses, watches, and jewelry that looked authentic enough to fool even the most seasoned of connoisseurs.

You also needed a convincing backstory, something realistic that would explain your sudden presence. Your mind raced through various possibilities, each wilder than the next. A tech entrepreneur’s daughter? A foreign heiress? A social media influencer with a million followers? What would be more believable?

Just as you were about to sink into despair over the complexity of your plan, a name popped up on your computer screen…….a name you knew well from Jimin’s social media. It was a personal assistant to a well known actor, someone who had definitely been to these types of parties before. A lightbulb went off in your head. This person could be the key to your plan, the missing piece in your puzzle!!

You spent the rest of the night studying everything you could find about this person. Their public information, their online activities, even where they ate lunch. You needed to know them inside out, just as a dedicated undercover agent would. This was your only chance to get past the security at the party, and you weren’t about to blow it.

You pulled up the fashion sites you'd bookmarked earlier, perusing through the luxurious dresses and shoes. You would have to buy everything with the money you'd saved, but in your mind, the cost was worth the chance to meet Jimin. As you browsed, one particular dress caught your eye…..it was a stunning evening gown, with a plunging neckline and a train that could rival a princess. It was the perfect choice for you.

With the dress chosen, you then moved on to the finer details, the accessories, the shoes, the makeup. You’d have to look every bit the part, after all. Yet, there was one thing that bothered you……how to get a ticket to the exclusive event. There was no way you could just show up and waltz right in. You needed some sort of proof of your ‘status’. Inspiration struck! You went back to the personal assistant's social media page, scrolling through their recent photos until you found what you were looking for. Right there, the pictures of fancy parties and red carpet events, was the golden ticket…..a picture of the assistant holding a VIP invitation.

With this new evidence you took a mental note to search up the VIP invitation. As you searched the web you noticed the invitation was displayed almost everywhere. Would it be possible to get a photo of the ticket and print it out? But then it wouldn’t be legit enough. You thought about the possibilities, but none of them were good enough. The party was in a few days and you had to act fast. With that you go to an editing app to crop out a picture of the invitation to print out. It’s a risky move but it was worth it and at the end of the day you had nothing to lose.

A sly smile crossed your face. This was it. You had your way into the party. All you needed now was some confidence, a dash of courage. Easy, right? As you closed your laptop, you could almost feel your heart hammering out of your chest. It was all becoming real. In a few days, you would be attending one of the most exclusive parties of the year, all in the hopes of meeting your celebrity crush. The very thought of it sent tingles down your spine.

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The next few days passed in a blur of preparations and rehearsals. You spent your days practicing your new persona, from your accent and mannerisms to your knowledge of elite society. The more you immersed yourself in this new role, the more it started to feel real. The doubts and worries faded into the background, replaced by a growing sense of anticipation and excitement.

You even managed to get your hands on the fake luxury items. A designer bag, a Rolex watch, and a diamond necklace. As you looked in the mirror, trying them on and checking how they looked, you barely recognized yourself. This wasn’t plain, ordinary y/n anymore. This was a woman of wealth, status, someone who could move in Jimin’s world. You grabbed your fake ticket and a hit of anxiety washes over you. This is risky but……you wanted this more than anything and now is time to act on it.

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Finally, the night of the party arrived. You felt a familiar flutter in your stomach as you slipped into the stunning evening gown. The silk caressed your skin like it was made for you, its deep red hue making you feel every bit the sophisticated socialite. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and for a moment, even you were fooled.

You put on the final pieces. The watch, the necklace, the bag. As you took one last look in the mirror, you saw a person completely different to your usual self. This persona, this woman you had created, was elegant, mysterious, confident. This would be the person who mets Jimin tonight.

With that thought, you took a final deep breath, and headed out of your apartment, your heart pounding. The taxi ride to the venue passed in a blur as you ran through your plan once more in your mind. It was now or never.

When the taxi pulled up outside the venue, the sight that welcomed you was nothing short of grand. The building was lit with soft, golden lighting, and the sound of music and laughter spilled out into the night. Despite your nerves, you kept your composure, walking up to the entrance with the air of someone who belonged there. The security guards barely gave you a second glance before letting you through. “That was easy….” You mumble, voice laced with a bit of irritation. All that work of getting a fake invitation and they didn’t even notice it. Regardless you still made it in.

As you stepped into the venue, the first sight that greeted you were the glittering sea of people. The men were dressed in sharp tuxedos, the women in lavish dresses, and the overall vibe of the place was one of wealth and extravagance. Despite the luxurious surroundings, you kept your focus. This was not the place to get distracted, not when you had a mission to accomplish.

You made your way to another room of the venue, a quieter space with fewer people. This was your chance to explore the place. You grab a glass of champagne giving by the nearby employees and took sip after sip, letting the champagne’s bubbly sting ease some of your nerves. As you moved around the venue, you found yourself appreciating the beauty of the place. The art on the walls, the music playing in the background, it all seemed to combine into a setting suitable the most exclusive of events. And yet, you were here, a fraud in this world of luxury, your heart pounding at the thought of what you planned to do.

After looking at the main areas of the venue you stepped out onto the outdoor terrace, taking a moment to breathe in the night air. The cool breeze was a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere indoors. But even as you tried to relax, your heart continued to pound, the tension in your body only growing the longer you stayed here. This wasn’t you or your life. As you look outside, your eyes on the crescent moon, you take another sip of the champagne.

“Hello.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the familiar voice behind you. You spun around to see Jimin standing there, his iconic smile lighting up his face. He was even more handsome in person, his eyes sparkling in the soft glow of the terrace lighting.

For a moment, you could barely speak. Park Jimin, the man you'd watched on screen for years, was right there, talking to you. You collected yourself, reminding yourself to stay in character. This wasn't just y/n, the girl who'd won a chance to meet her favorite idol, this was the persona you created to get into the party. You plastered on a smile, doing your best to look cool and confident. “Hello, yourself.”

Jimin tilted his head to the side, studying you quietly. There was that look again, those mesmerizing eyes seeming to undress you as he took in every inch of you. He took a step closer, so close you could smell the subtle, masculine scent of his cologne. "You know," he said, his voice smooth and low, "I don’t think I’ve seen you at one of these events before. New face, are we?"

You swallowed, trying to stay composed under his intense gaze. Your heart was thumping loudly in your chest, the proximity making it hard to think. But this was the moment you'd been waiting for. You had to keep up the act, no matter what. “Yes, I suppose you could say that,” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t waver. “I’m normally not much of a party person, but tonight, I thought I’d try something new.”

Jimin’s smile widened, and he leaned against the railing, his arms resting casually. “Well, I’m glad you decided to come,” he said, his tone almost...flirtatious. Or were you imagining things? “It’s not often I find someone new at these events, and certainly not someone as intriguing as you…”

You could feel yourself blushing under his gaze, but you steeled herself, doing your best to appear cool and unruffled. This was the exact sort of attention you’d been hoping for, but also the sort of thing that could easily reveal you as a fraud. “You flatter me,” you managed to say, your voice betraying a hint of shakiness.

Jimin chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He moved closer, his gaze traveling down your figure, taking in your every feature. There was something almost possessive about the way he looked at you, like you were a treasure he wanted to claim for himself. “It’s not flattery if it’s the truth,” he murmured, his voice lower now. “You are the most captivating woman here, by far…”

“Thank you,” you managed to say, your voice just above a whisper. “I could say the same about you, you know.”

His smile deepened, his eyes sparkling in the soft light, his crooked front tooth flashing. He leaned in closer, so close you could feel his breath against your skin. It was intoxicating, this proximity, the way he made you feel like the only person in the room, the only person in the world, even. "Oh, you are too kind…” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. "But let me ask you something, mystery lady. What brings you to this exclusive party, exactly?”

You tried to keep your cool, despite the effect he was having on you. You prepared a response to that question, and you had to stick to it, no matter how flustered you were getting. You let out a casual, practiced laugh, your tone still as nonchalant as possible. “Oh, you know…” you said, waving a hand airily. “Just interested in seeing what all the fuss is about these high-end parties. I’ve heard they’re quite the experience…”

“Quite the experience, indeed,” he said, his voice a whisper. “But you don’t seem like the kind of person who normally enjoys these events. No offense, but you look a bit out of your element here…” he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt a flash of nervousness at his comment. He was observant, this man, more perceptive than you’d given him credit for. But you brushed off the feeling, reminding yourself that you had to keep playing your part. You let out another casual laugh. “Oh, I suppose I am a bit out of my comfort zone here,” you admitted, playing up the humble façade “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Trying new things and all that…”

Jimin hummed thoughtfully, his eyes still studying your face carefully. There was something in his gaze that made you feel as though he was seeing straight through you, seeing the real you beneath the facade. But you shook the feeling off, telling yourself it was just your imagination. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice just as smooth and sultry as before. “I suppose it is,” he said, his lips curling into a slight smile. “And what else do you find ‘fun’, mystery lady?”

“The unexpected, I suppose” you said, your voice low. “Things that take the breath away…..make the heart race.”

His smile widened at your words, a satisfied, almost predatory look on his face. He took another step closer, closing the distance between you and him even more. Your heart was pounding now, your entire body on edge as you felt the magnetic pull between you two. "You and I have more in common than I thought…" he murmured, his voice gravelly and deep. "I, too, crave the unexpected…the thrilling…the wild…"

He reached out, letting his fingertips graze your arm, a soft, electric touch. It was the smallest of contacts, but it was enough to send your heart racing even more. His voice lowered, his words a soft, seductive whisper. “There’s something about you that draws me in, you know…" he said, his eyes fixed on yours. "It’s like you’re a puzzle...and I have an irresistible need to solve you…”

“A puzzle, huh?” You managed to say, your voice betraying a hint of the breathless feeling you were trying to hide. “And what if I’m too hard to solve?”

His fingers continued to touch your arm, his touch slow and deliberate. There was a hint of hunger in his gaze now, a feral, primal look that made your heart beat even faster. “I like a challenge,” he said, his voice low and intense. “And you, my dear, are looking more challenging by the moment…” His other hand came up, now tracing the line of your chin, his touch surprisingly gentle.

“You’re very confident, aren’t you?” You said, trying to sound casual. “You don’t even know me, and yet…here you are, so sure you can solve my ‘puzzle’…”

He chuckled again licking his lips, his fingers tracing your jawline now. “It’s not confidence…” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “It’s a certainty. You intrigue me, mystery lady. You’re not like other women I’ve met, and I find that…intoxicating…”

“You’re quite the charmer, you know that?” You said, your voice betraying a hint of playfulness. “Do these lines usually work on the women you meet?”

He smiled, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck now, a soft, gentle touch. His gaze was fixed on your face, studying your expression with an intense attentiveness. "Not always," he admitted, his voice a soft whisper. "But with you, it's not just a line, it's the truth. You are different, mystery lady. You make me feel…" He drew closer, his body now just inches away from yours, his eyes never leaving yours.

His closeness was making it hard to breathe. You were acutely aware of his height, his strength, the subtle scent of his cologne. It was overwhelming, and you found herself struggling to keep your cool, your heart beating wildly in your chest.* "F-Feel what?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You were losing control, rapidly losing control.

"Alive…hungry…" he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. "Like I’ve been asleep my whole life and you’ve just woken me up…” He leaned in, his lips close to your ear, his breath hot against your neck.

Your whole body was screaming, your senses on overload. The feeling of his lips near your ear, the heat of his breath…it was as if your entire existence narrowed down to just those sensations, those points of contact between them. Every instinct in your body was telling you to give in, to surrender to this magnetic pull, but another part of you was screaming to keep your guard up, to remember who you were supposed to be. "I…I…" you began, your voice shaking.

He paused for a moment, his lips still just inches from your neck. The countdown echoed around them, the voices of the crowd building in anticipation for the new year. But his eyes remained on yours, his gaze now filled with a mixture of hunger and determination. "Happy New Year, mystery lady…" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "This is going to be a year to remember…”

He pulled away slightly, his fingers still on your neck, as the sounds of fireworks exploded around you two, signaling the start of the new year. The colors danced in the sky, painting the night of light and sparks. "And it's going to start now…" he murmured, his voice low and husky. With that, he leaned in, his lips just barely brushing against yours, a gentle, tentative touch.

The touch of his lips on yours sent a jolt of electricity through your body, a wave of heat and desire unlike anything you’d ever experienced. You tried to stay composed, tried to play it cool, but his touch was melting your resistance, your entire being drawn to him like a magnet. You returned the kiss, your lips soft yet hungry, your body leaning into his, wanting more.

He responded instantly, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer, so close they were almost one. His kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth with a fierce, passionate hunger. He backed you up against the wall, his body pressed taut against yours, trapping you between him and the wall.

The intensity of his kiss was almost overwhelming, the heat and hunger in his touch igniting a fire inside you. You struggled to catch your breath, your heart pounding so hard you could hear its beat in your ears. But your body responded on its own, your hands moving to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his flesh as you pulled him even closer, your legs growing weak beneath him.

He groaned as you pulled him closer, his grip on your hips tightening. He continued to kiss you, his lips moving down your neck, his tongue leaving a trail of fire on your skin. "You taste divine…" he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you, mystery lady…it's driving me insane…”

His hands roamed over your backside, squeezing it gently as he grinded on you, a low moan escaping his lips as your hands roamed over his chest and abs. You then pulled him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist as you leaned against the wall behind you.

Just as things were about to escalate further, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Panic sets in as you realize you aren’t not alone. The interruption drew a frustrated groan from Jimin, his lips leaving her neck with a reluctant, almost possessive sigh. He pulled slightly away from you, his body still lingering close, as if unable to fully disconnect. "Damnit…" he murmured, his voice filled with annoyance. "I have to go greet guests…"

You tried to steady your breathing, your heart still beating wildly in your chest. His touch had left your head a little dizzy, your body humming with unsatisfied desire, the lingering heat and tension making it difficult to focus on anything else. You took a step back, giving him a bit of space, trying to compose yourself. "You better go, then," you said, your voice a little shaky. "Can't keep your adoring guest waiting…"

He grumbled a little under his breath, his annoyance clear. But his eyes were still on you, the intensity in his gaze making it clear that he wasn’t happy to leave you, not even for a moment. "I’ll be back as soon as I can…" he promised, his voice still low and rough. "And when I do…I intend to pick up right where we left off…" With that, he gave you one last, lingering look, as if memorizing your every feature, before reluctantly pulling away and heading towards the main area of the party.

You watched him go, your body still thrumming with the memory of his touch. You took a deep breath, trying to ground yourself, to bring your heart rate back to a normal level. But it was difficult, your mind still whirling with the events of the last few moments, the memory of his lips on yours, the feel of his hands on your hips…

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. This night was turning out to be much more complicated than you had anticipated...

“Damn it…..I’m screwed….”