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Summary: You and Jungkook never got along ever since The Incident™. As fate would have it, you're paired up with him to complete a psychology project that will span the entire semester. When an innocent touch goes a little too far, a contract is made to protect the two of you from hurting each other, although it might be a bit too late.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader Word Count: 9,126 Genre/AU: Smut & Fluff • college au • fwb au • enemies to lovers au Rating: 18+. This work and its subsequent chapters are not suitable for younger audiences. Warnings: strong language • alcohol consumption • fingering • protected sex • multiple orgasms • name calling • cock warming • slight blowjob (y/n puts on the condom with her mouth) • jungkook has a big dick (of course) • soft dom!jk Author's Note: it's here! first part of a new series i'm working on while i try to tie the ending for the assistant. huge thank you to @xiaokoo and @monvante for beta reading this monster of a first chapter! isabella, thank you for letting me freak out on you while trying to find the perfect title for this series. there is some slight angst in the middle chapters, i wanted to let y'all know now! chapter 2 is coming next week or so (june 7th is the projected date). Mobile User: ao3

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"Professor, please reconsider. I'm an excellent student. I can do the project myself if I have to… Is there a way that I don't have to be paired up with him?"

Professor Na shakes his head, his eyes sad and apologetic. "I'm sorry, but this is a collaborative effort that's going to go into your final grade. I cannot have you working on such a massive project alone.”

He sighs again, pushing up his circular glasses when your face casts down, dejected. "Plus, you didn't tell me your preferred partner and I've mentioned since the beginning of the semester that one will be randomly given to you after the 24th."

A silence fills Professor Na's office as you struggle to keep your tears in check. You're currently reaping what you sow for your tardiness, though, to be fair, you are a sophomore in a senior level class and you weren't familiar with the classmates. So, you let the 24th pass you by in hopes of being paired with someone, knowing that you'll have to do most of the work anyway. But you didn't think the professor would assign him as your partner, out of the thousands that sit in the 8am lecture hall with you.

You bow to Professor Na, muttering a quick 'thank you' before leaving his office. You know better than to argue with an authoritative figure, but you sulk anyway as you make your way back to your apartment.

Jeon Jungkook has returned to disrupt your peaceful college life.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Jeehyun rubs at your back sympathetically while you wail at the pillow, misery casting its shadow over you like a dark cloud.

"I didn't even know he's in that class. I mean, I thought I was the only sophomore in that class."

Your roommate sighs, her rubs turning into pats on your back as she tries to cheer you up. Jeehyun was the first person you met on orientation week, the two of you immediately forming a tight bond over shared history with boys and family. Just like you, she was bright, having skipped a lot of the general studies classes due to the high marks she received in high school. The late nights in the library with her as your only companion helped you ease into the world of university and when it was time to move into sophomore year, it was a no-brainer to live together again.

"Tell you what," Jeehyun sing-songs cheerfully, pulling you out of your horizontal state to sit up. "Let's get you some kimbap and Aunt Ji's super spicy kimchi before we get started on homework tonight."

You sniffle and pout at your roommate while she gives you the biggest smile in the world. "Come on… I'll pay~" she draws out the last syllable, and you form a small smile in return, laughter bubbling over as you watch Jeehyun bat her eyelashes at you.

"Okay, okay, let me get my purse."

You make quick work of dinner, the two of you trading gossip and discussing the piles of assignments you had to finish that night. After eating, you head straight to the library with Jeehyun and find a secluded booth where the two of you won't get disturbed.

"I think you should BCC Professor Na in all the communications you have with Jungkook," she suggests mid-typing.

You were going through your psychology reading when she mentioned the topic out of the blue, startling you. "Wh- Huh?"

"I mean think about it, if Jungkook isn't cooperative, you'll have tons of evidence at the end of the semester that shows your willingness to try and communicate for the sake of the project."

Putting a bookmark on the page, you ruminate at Jeehyun's words. On one hand, you will have evidence of your efforts iif Jungkook refuses to cooperate. On the other hand, it would greatly inconvenience Professor Na, who's currently busy with his own research grant. You sigh, drumming the table lightly with your fingers.

"Professor Na's incredibly busy. I think I'm just going to see how the first couple of emails go and I'll let him know if Jungkook doesn't respond or whatever..." you ponder aloud, mostly to yourself than Jeehyun.

The girl in front of you just shrugs, resuming the assignment in front of her. You pause your reading to open up your own laptop, typing out an email before firing it off. Within minutes, you have a response back from Jungkook, who included a time and date to meet to discuss the project.

"Did he email back?"

"Yeah, pretty quickly too. He's also suggested a time and place to meet."

Jeehyun hums in satisfaction, glad to see that her roommate is perking up. "I mean, that's a good thing, right?"

You nod in response, though you can't hide your surprise at his cooperation. All the memories you had involving Jungkook weren't pleasant and though it seems silly in retrospect, especially now that you're both in your twenties and graduating college in a few years, you've harbored a grudge on the guy for breaking your favourite pen in fourth grade.

Your best friend at the time, Suha, had run up to you during recess, asking you to come quickly to your classroom, her voice sounding urgent. Heart thumping, the two of you took the stairs three at a time and you wondered the severity of the incident if Suha had to fetch you in the middle of playing. When you open the sliding doors, you find Jungkook standing over your desk, your pink pen broken in two distinct pieces. It was silly; inconsequential at best, but you had won it at the grade school's championship spelling bee. And it was a big deal to be the only fourth grader allowed to use a pen instead of a pencil. Not only did Jungkook not apologise for ruining your stuff, he accused you of lying when you screamed at the teacher about what had happened.

"He did! He broke my pen!" you cried, your voice shrill and anxious, tugging at the arm of your homeroom teacher, who came out of the office to see what the commotion was about.

"I didn't!" Jungkook yelled at you, brown eyes looking at the teacher in despair. "Ms. Kim, I promise I didn't break the pen!"

"Then why were you standing on my desk with the pen shattered, stupid?" you seethed, hot tears flowing freely from your eyes.

Before the argument worsens, the teacher puts herself in between the two of you, smiling softly at you first. "We don't use that kind of language in my classroom," she scolds you lightly. Turning her way towards Jungkook, she knelt to meet his eyes. "And Jungkook, did you break the pen?"

Jungkook's eyes searched through the teacher's face, his shoulders curving inwards. "I didn't, Ms. Kim… I really didn't break the pen, she's lying."

Ms. Kim sighed in defeat and tried to comfort you through your tears, stroking your hair gently. "Jungkook said he didn't do it. It must've been an accident. We are a team and a family and we should treat each other as such." Even at a young age, you knew what your teacher had insinuated.

You sniffled loudly, wiping your tears with your sleeve. "I'm sorry I called you stupid, Jungkook."

Jungkook mumbled a response, too quiet for you to hear, but it seemed to satisfy Ms. Kim greatly. "Okay, recess is ending in about 20 minutes, how about the two of you go out and get some fresh air?"

The two of you shuffled out of the hallway towards the playground, but before you reached the doors, you called out to Jungkook, hands balling into fists at your side. "I didn't hear you say 'sorry'," you insisted.

"That's 'cause I have nothing to apologise for," he sneered back, sticking his tongue at you before running off towards his friends.

You were shocked and appalled. When you found Suha at the tail end at recess, you vowed to never involve yourself with Jeon Jungkook ever again.

---

"That's the story of why you hate him so much?" Jeehyun's mouth gapes after the tale.

You groan under her scrutiny. "God, I know it's stupid, but I feel like I'm betraying my younger self for being his partner for a project. I spent so many of my years avoiding even the thought of him."

After grade school, the consequent years were a quiet blessing, Jungkook and you were always in different classes and it made forgetting him all the more easier. When you saw his dark mop of hair during freshman orientation week, you made a beeline away and bumped into Jeehyun, your current best friend and roommate.

"Forgive me for this, but that's bullshit. Come on, that happened ages ago, can't you just forgive and move on? I mean, I'll get you a pen if it really means that much to you," Jeehyun giggles.

"I know, I know. I just… it's not the pen itself. It's this sense of achievement, you know? It was the first prize for the school's spelling bee. Like, I was spelling against the best and brightest in sixth grade! Also, the fact that he never apologised doesn't sit right with me either!" you puff your cheeks in irritation, a pout forming your lips.

Jeehyun laughs a little louder at the ridiculous look on your face, causing a few patrons in the library to eye you suspiciously. When one of them shushes at your booth, Jeehyun throws up a particular finger without looking, a quiet familiar laugh reaches your ears from the general direction. Quickly dropping to a whisper, her face leans closer towards yours.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad about your achievement but it's also been- what? Eleven years since this happened? You need to let go, babe."

You roll your eyes even though you know she's right. There are other reasons why you can't stand the sight of Jeon Jungkook, but having to explain it to your roommate in the middle of the library sounds exhausting. All the "accidental" hits of a basketball to the back of your head, the Suha™ incident where your once best friend developed a massive crush on him and blamed you when she was rejected… All the little things that make your subsequent years of schooling a nightmare. You consider yourself lucky when he stopped being such a dick when he found himself a girlfriend in high school. Sighing at the rolodex of memories that flee by, you open your psychology textbook to resume your reading, but you end up skimming the page because your mind wanders elsewhere for the night.

---

The place Jungkook had chosen is the coffee shop across from the science building. The ambient indie music playing through the speakers isn't one you recognize, but the smell of coffee envelopes you into a tight, warm hug. Your favourite barista and one of your dearest friends in the program waves at you enthusiastically behind the counter and you approach it with a smile of your own.

"Joon!" you exclaim, the familiar nickname spilling from your lips. "Have you broken any more mugs?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," Namjoon retorts playfully, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, what's it going to be today? Caramel or mocha?"

"Caramel, please!"

As you pay, another member of your group of friends appears from the back, smiling wide at the sight of you. Jimin, in his boundless energy, comes from behind the counter to give you a big hug, acting like it's been years since he's seen you. In reality, it was Jimin that Jeehyun flipped off last night at the library and the cotton candy haired man had come towards your table after you tried for the nth time to read about the effects of stress and the human psyche. The three of you ended up going for drinks after, the night ending tremendously well despite the weird nagging feeling you felt about Jungkook.

"It's nice when I get to see you! How are your classes today? You don't have a hangover from last night, right?" Jimin frets angelically.

"I'm fine! I'm actually surprised about that because I could've sworn I downed half a bottle of vodka."

"Yeah… about that… I replaced it with water. Lots and lots of water."

You don't have to be a math major like Jimin to know that the equations add up. If drinking was part of the Olympic games, Jimin would take gold at every single iteration. Not only did alcohol seemingly not affect him, he was a great friend to be drinking with, since he's so quick to take care of everyone, pumping you with snacks and water to avoid any pain the next morning.

"Oh, by the way, just before you came in, Namjoon broke two more mugs," he grins devilishly, waggling at his eyebrows and speaking loudly enough so Namjoon hears.

"HEY! PARK JIMIN!" Namjoon calls out indignantly behind the counter.

The two of you laugh at Namjoon's reddening face and you apologise hastily for teasing him too much. How Namjoon hasn't gotten fired yet is a mystery, especially with the excessive amount of mugs and trinkets he's broken and pastries he's burnt. At one point, Jimin and his other coworker had produced a scrapbook for Namjoon's one year of working at the coffee shop. Inside, there were pictures of a dejected Namjoon picking up glass and pastries with dates scribbled on the side from his many adventures throughout his employment history. In his great patience bestowed by the gods, Namjoon simply laughed, sheepishly embarrassed at the amount of times he's fucked up. Jimin had apologised later and had given Namjoon's actual gift: a highly indestructible and spill-proof coffee mug. From the latest update, it seems like accidents around his apartment were becoming more infrequent ever since he started using it.

After another round of gossip, Namjoon calls your name, indicating that your order is good to go. You scan the shop at the studious college students, trying to locate the “gentleman” you're supposed to meet with today. It seems like he isn't here yet, so you bid Jimin and Namjoon adieu to find yourself a seat in one of the booths closest to the window.

Opening your laptop, you edit a paper you've been writing for class as you wait for Jungkook. The seconds tick by and you are so absorbed in your work that you jump when he slides into the booth in front of you. He jumps too, not expecting your reaction, thankfully the coffee in his hands remains intact.

Jungkook scowls at you, lips turning into a straight line. "Thanks for giving me a heart attack."

You scrunch your nose at him, the sound of his voice reminding you of what happened all those years ago. "Hey, you're late," you accuse, crossing your arms in front of you.

"Yeah, some of us have a life," he snorts sarcastically as he rolls his eyes.

Your blood boils at his comment and you breathe slowly through your nose to avoid snapping back. You plaster on your customer service smile, trying to think of positive things instead of the jerk sitting right in front of you

"What are you doing? That's creepy," Jungkook's voice breaks through your calming thoughts.

Remember the peaceful ocean, the waves ebb to the shore. Just like them, so you should be. You hear your yoga instructor in your mind, resolutely ignoring Jungkook.

"Hello?" he calls out annoyingly, waving a hand in front of your face to get your attention.

You sigh, all calming thoughts dissipating from your body and in its place is a monster of irritation. "Okay," you bristle irritably, slapping his hand away. "We have a range of topics to choose from, what are you thinking of doing?"

"Feisty," he mumbles before casting his eyes at the details in the syllabus.

The two of you read in silence, mulling over the topics in your heads. You sneak a glance at Jungkook, finally admiring his features after only seeing it from afar. Though his hair has met with many colours, this time, he's settled with a deep purple. Jungkook's face remains the same from childhood, though he's lost all the chubbiness in his cheeks, his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones making their appearance. The furrow in his eyebrows is still the same and his once alabaster skin has formed a nice tan after playing sports in high school. The main difference lies on his right arm, black ink twists across every inch of skin and you sneak another glance to make sense of the tattoos. Your favourite so far are the words to the Nirvana song, the words simple and short: rather be dead than cool.

"Are you done ogling or do you need more time?" Jungkook shoots an eyebrow straight up to the sky.

Your face reddens as you look away, watching the table next to you studiously. Jungkook chuckles at your uneasiness, completely in his element. "Have you chosen a topic then? Since you have time to check me out?"

You groan, your eyes skimming the top of the ceiling of the coffee shop before landing back on his mocha coloured ones. Sighing, you push your syllabus towards him to point at the page. "How about group behaviour? Stanford's experiment can be our focal point and I think it's one that no one's chosen yet."

You happen to glance at Jungkook's clean syllabus and you wonder how he gets such good grades to end up in the same senior class as you do. Your own syllabus is filled with notes and shapes that are haphazardly scribbled about, so you can remember as much information as you possibly can.

"That's interesting… But we have to use something else besides Stanford…" Jungkook trails off as he searches for something on his phone, typing furiously at the screen. "Look."

Jungkook turns his phone towards you and in big bolded letters, there lies an article about the unethicalness and fraudulent aspects of the experiment. He takes it back before showing it again to you, a different webpage this time that details the same thing. "I mean, I'm sure Professor Na won't mind, but it'd be unethical to use this."

You blink rapidly at his statement, stunned silent. Jungkook? Spouting moral bullshit when he broke your favourite and most treasured pen years ago? You chastise yourself, trying to return your focus to the task at hand, though you gnaw at your bottom lip to keep the thoughts from spilling out.

"Okay… Should we focus on group behaviour or dive into something else?" You skim the syllabus again to find another interesting topic.

"How about stress and its effect on memory? We'll be able to use something like Yullie and Cutshall in our experiment, though we're definitely not involving anyone in an accident."

"Wait… huh?" You blink slowly in confusion, unsure if you had heard him correctly.

He sighs irritably under his breath, flipping through the syllabus to land on the "END PROJECT" section. Jungkook slides his syllabus towards you and points at a paragraph, highlighted in yellow. Skimming through the paragraph only causes your eyes to widen further. So, it isn't enough for the two of you to write a massive paper for the end of the year, but you must conduct an experiment to support your point.

'About 50 people are suggested, however, talk to Professor Na if you need more.'

"How did I not know this?" You pinch the bridge of your nose, the stress already creeping up on your spine.

Jungkook snorts at your dramatics, pulling his syllabus back towards him. "How did someone so unprepared end up in the same senior class as me?" he scoffs.

You stick your tongue out at him when he's not looking, the one defiance you're allowing yourself to have. "So, what do we do with the experiment? Do you have any ideas?"

Jungkook purses his lips, tapping his finger on the wooden table of the booth. "Ah, how about we have the subjects try to memorise a list of words? One group can have calm, classical music to aid them and the other will have loud, metal music playing through the speakers at random intervals."

"That's… really smart, Jungkook," you reply awestruck. "To make this quick, we can give each group 5 minutes to memorise the words on the list. Does that sound fair?"

Jungkook nods, typing at his laptop, presumably taking notes. You scramble to write them too, starting with a proposal to Professor Na. "Jungkook-"

"Hm?"

"Can you take a look at the proposal for me?"

"Can't do it yourself, huh? We're in college, I don't need to hold your hand."

"Motherfucker, this is for our project. If you don't want to take a look at it, then fine," you seethe.

But before your fingers hit the 'Send' button, Jungkook steals the laptop from underneath your fingers, rapidly reading through the email you drafted. When he returns the laptop to you, he nods in affirmation, reminding you to CC him in the communication. You roll your eyes in response before the two of you are quiet once more, lost in your own worlds. The clattering sound of your keyboards accompany the quiet chatter around you. Jungkook hums as he works, completely oblivious to the fact that you're still in front of him. Something stirs inside you as you watch the boy hunch over his laptop, his voice sweet and angelic as he finally starts to sing quietly to himself. Shaking your head slightly, you return to your assignment, composing an abstract for the paper you're going to write with Jungkook, just missing the way his own eyes land on you. And you certainly didn't catch the hitch in his voice as he sings.

You don't know how much time has passed until Jimin comes to your booth, knocking at the wood paneling to announce his arrival.

"Hey, you two. It's almost the end of my shift, which means we're closing up shop pretty soon."

Squinting at Jimin, you stare in confusion before he points at the outside sky with his chin. It is well after dark, the clock on the bottom right of your laptop screen suggesting the same thing. Looking at your phone, it comes to no surprise to see Jeehyun texting you with worry, wondering where you disappeared to. You type up a quick apology, asking if she's had dinner.

[jee-bee]: not yet! Aunt Ji's?

You smile at your phone, knowing that for the remainder of college, you don't have to eat alone. In one of the many endless nights of talking about your lives, she mentioned coming from a big family and had worried about eating alone because she wasn't used to it. You empathize with her situation, since you spent most of your nights eating alone back at your parents place. The two of you made a pact, declaring that from then on, you'd always eat dinner together.

"Boyfriend?"

Oh yeah, Jungkook's still there, isn't he? "None of your business," you mutter without looking up.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, typing a few more lines in his laptop before packing it away. You receive an email notification from him with an attachment, a shared document for your project. In the span of your time at the coffee shop, he had written a good chunk of the essay, appendix filling up with research he's mentioned in the paper.

"Meet me here again tomorrow. Same time," he commands before disappearing out the door.

---

"That fucker!" you shout, slamming your beer can down on the table.

Ever the extrovert, Jimin hears about your dinner plans with Jeehyun and decides to tag along. The third greatest thing about being friends with Jimin? Alcohol abounds.

"No swearing at the dinner table," Jeehyun smacks your arm lightly, pointing her chopsticks at you threateningly to prove her point.

You grumble an apology, your mind already cloudy with the alcohol you keep slamming down your throat. There will be a point at the night where Jimin swaps what you're drinking with water, but you're not that far gone yet. You hope he'll forget about it and let you drink your fill. He busies himself with his phone, keeping an eye on you out of the corner of his eyes.

"Okay," Jimin says with finality. "Who are we talking about?"

"Jungkook," Jeehyun replies, though with a mouth stuffed full with kimchi, all that comes out is a garbled version of the name. After swallowing her food, she tries again, his name coming out clearer than before.

"UGH! Get his filthy name out of your mouth. You'll catch his stupid and I can't have that."

The two companions laugh at your outburst, your irritation fueling their humour. "Come on, he can't be that bad, can he?" Jimin pokes, having not heard about "the incident."

You recount the tale to Jimin, the man snickering louder with every sentence, clearly not understanding your pain.

"How dare he speak of morals when he can't even apologise for breaking my stuff?"

"Just be the bigger person and let it go!" Jimin is now full on laughing, clutching at his stomach while a hand goes to cover his mouth. He leans back a little too far, almost slipping from his chair.

"That's what I keep telling her!" Jeehyun agrees, nodding sagely.

Should you forgive Jungkook for what he's done? Jeehyun and Jimin make a solid point - it's been years since it happened and you've made plenty of achievements to make up for the broken pen. You mull it over, drink in hand, as your mood sours.

---

Despite Jimin's best attempts at making sure you leave the gathering without so much as a scratch, your head pounds as soon as you wake up, and on your bedside table, a little note underneath a glass of water and two capsules of aspirin reads:

You're lucky I stopped us from being permanently banned from Aunt Ji's because of your drunken ass last night.

x Jimin

You sit up too quickly, your throbbing head pulls you back down to your pillow, a groan escaping your lips. Your phone buzzes from the nightstand and when you lift the LCD towards your face, Jimin's picture floats in time with the buzzing.

"Yeah?" you rasp, chugging the water along with the aspirin.

"Ah, good, you're awake!" Jimin's voice crackles on the other end. "I was worried you'd die since you barely moved when we accidentally dropped you on the ground."

"You did what?"

Jimin snickers, his vibrant laughter causing you to wince as you wait for the aspirin to settle in your stomach.

"Yeah, sorry about that, if you find a bruise on your leg that's totally our bad."

At Jimin's words, you wince at the pain flaring through your leg. Upon inspecting it, angry red welts appear on your skin, though it won't turn into bruises, they still fucking hurt. You rub them absentmindedly, trying to soothe the sting of pain by standing up to grab more water. Jimin is talking to you about his day and about your antics the night before.

"Good news, we didn't get kicked out of Aunt Ji's restaurant."

"What even happened last night?"

Jimin laughs again and when he speaks, his tone is dripping with mischief. "Jungkook stopped by and you almost cursed him out as soon as you saw him. I promise you didn't get very far because we hauled ass out of there while Jeehyun paid for the meal."

You are the luckiest person in the campus - nay, the world, for having friends that will stop you from committing murder or, at the very least, a total embarrassment out of yourself.

The bits and pieces of the memories trickle in slowly: the shock you felt when Jungkook appeared through the door, as though materializing out of thin air when you were just thinking about forgiving him. He wasn't alone, another man you're not familiar with coming into view. As soon as his eyes landed on yours, he smirked, whispering to his companion while pointing at you. You tried to ignore the burning feeling of shame in your stomach, but his actions only spurred you on. Jimin must have stopped your drunk self from lunging past the table towards Jungkook, fireman carrying you out of the establishment. That's where the memories stopped and the last thing you remembered before blacking out is Jimin's scolding and Jungkook's mirthful laughter.

"God, I'm so lucky to have you, Jimin."

"Damn straight. You're banned from drinking until the weekend arrives. I know you don't have class, but you still have that meeting with Jungkook this afternoon."

You scrunch your nose, puzzled at the information. "How'd you know that?"

On the other end of the line, your friend sighs dramatically. "I worked yesterday. And it was all you could talk about during dinner."

You only managed a small 'Oh' before letting Jimin continue the conversation. He reminds you to take the aspirin (which you did) and drink tons of water (which you are currently doing) before he ends the call, promising to send Jeehyun to swing by the cafe during your "date" with Jungkook. If Jimin had been in your apartment, you'd kick him in the shins. His shapely legs are safe for the day.

You spare no effort in getting ready, pulling a comfortable sweater over your body and pairing it with some jeans and ankle boots. You head out the door after double-checking your things, running into Jeehyun briefly in the corridor, sporting a similar outfit to what you're wearing. God, you're so close that you even dress like twins. You're about to say hello when she points at the phone pressed against her ear. Though you can't hear what the other person is saying, the sultry baritone sounds oddly familiar to you. Jeehyun mouths the words "I'll tell you later," before waving you off into the cold.

Jungkook's already there when you arrive, sitting in the same booth the two of you were in less than 24 hours ago.

"You're late," he echoes your words from the day before.

"You're insufferable."

Jungkook says nothing at that, scoffing at your childishness before returning to his laptop. Opening the shared document on your own screen, you can see how much research he's done, adding almost twenty sources from the last time you looked at the screen. Feeling a sense of competition, you put your head down and work, tuning the world out, especially the man sitting in front of you.

The two of you sit in a somewhat comfortable silence before Jungkook calls your name. His blinking indicator highlights the paragraph you were writing. "Can you remove this part? I don't think we'll need it."

You nod in response, removing a paragraph before the silence falls between the two of you again. Only this time… you are acutely aware of the feeling of your knees touching his. Jungkook remains passive, keyboard typing away at your documents and you feel foolish when your heart starts to pick up its pace. You don't move away from the touch and neither does he.

It's only when his ankle brushes against yours that you gasp involuntarily, sputtering into a cough at the sudden touch. Jungkook's eyes zeroes in on yours instantly, one eyebrow cocked and a smirk plastered on his lips. "Everything okay?" he whispers quietly, watching your face heat up in embarrassment.

You scowl in return, trying to hide the roar in your ears and the pounding of your heart, letting your feet remain rooted in its spot. Jungkook scoots forward, his shoulders brushing against the back of the wood as his leg grazes your inner calf. He trains his eyes forward, focusing on his laptop in front of him, that awful smirk still on his lips.

"Jungkook," you warn, but your breath quickens when he does it again. You aren't a stranger to pleasure, welcoming men to your bed to satisfy the need that comes every once in a while, but this is different. The shivers running down your spine feels like the hum of an electric fence, and maybe it's because you're in front of all these people, but you feel your panties getting more ruined with each stroke against your leg.

"Jungkook…" you try again, your voice sounding incredibly breathless, hoping this time you can get his attention.

When he whispers your name, you delude yourself into hearing the thick traces of need behind it, your eyes fluttering shut before you snap them open again, throwing a glare at the tattooed man. "What's the matter? Can't concentrate?"

"What do you think you're doing?" you counter, answering his question with one of your own.

"Playing. Should I stop?"

He waits for your answer, detaching his foot away from yours and you almost whine at the lack of warmth.

Fuck.

When you grit your teeth in desperation, he knows he's won. Jungkook looks so triumphant when you shake your head, a small 'No' finally escaping from your lips. You want to punch him, to wipe that stupid smirk he's wearing, but you know that would lead you to get kicked out of your favourite coffee shop, so you bite your bottom lip instead, your knuckles turning white as your grip tightens on the table. You brace for his leg to brush against yours again, but it never comes because Jungkook's eyes snap to someone behind you and he straightens up quickly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Busy day, huh?" your roommate's voice cuts into your thoughts. "You okay, hun? Do you still have a hangover?"

"No, I'm fine," you gasp. "Just a little lightheaded. So, what brings you here?" You smile weakly at Jeehyun, praying she doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Jeehyun's eyes flicker from Jungkook to you, her face unimpressed at your non-convincing lie. "Nothing really," she still says, voice as even as possible. "I just saw you from the window while I was walking back from class and tried to wave, but you seem… preoccupied. Anywhooo, good to know you're alive. Oh, and don't come home too early tonight."

She winks at you before taking her exit. Not long after she leaves, your phone buzzes twice and when you open your incoming text, two words greet you.

[jee-bee]: we'll talk ;)

As you're typing a scathing text back at Jeehyun, Jungkook clears his throat, the sound causing you to glare at his chocolate eyes.

"You're so much cuter when you're not glaring," he laughs, eyes crinkling as his head falls back.

"Oh, bite me," you spit, injecting as much venom into your words. Jungkook is unaffected and roars with laughter, causing a few eyes to glance your way. When his laughter dies down, a devilish grin enhances his two dimples and the word that tumbles out of his lips had your traitorous cunt clench at nothing.

"Gladly."

Silence. You blink once. Twice. Your mind brimming with possibilities of the two of you in bed, his large hands exploring your body. Jungkook smiles coolly, tilting his chin to the side as though he’s waiting for an answer. He whispers your name, unable to disguise the growing need that latches on his throat. You try to even out your breathing and when that ultimately fails, you scramble up quickly to draw as much distance between the two of you as much as possible. Without turning back, you march your way into the bathroom, your neck and face warm from the onslaught of sensations, Jungkook’s soft laughter echoing in your ears.

You check your appearance in the mirror, pacing to and from across the linoleum floor while you try to make peace with the warmth pooling in your stomach. You try to reason with your brain, reminding it about The Incident and his inability to admit his mistakes. Finally, you resign yourself in a bathroom stall, your heart beating loudly in the quiet, empty space.

“Took you long enough,” Jungkook smirks as you slide into the booth in front of him. “Can you make the flyer so we can pass it around campus?”

You nod silently before getting immediately to work, sneaking glances at the man in front of you while you do. Though you never believed in deities before, you pray to a higher power for Jungkook to continue his slight touches, your skin burning at the thought. His feet remain planted in front of him and your knees are no longer touching. As you wrestle with your thoughts, wondering if you should initiate the touch, Jungkook reaches over the table to grab a pen that rolls by your laptop. His fingers dance on your forearm, trailing over the back of your palm before retreating, spinning the pen in hand.

Fuck.

Your eyes refuse to look at your hand – refuse to look at him, but your fingers stop typing at the keyboard, a dead giveaway that tells him how much he’s affected you. You’re breathing hard, all the walls you’ve built around him for years crumbling with a single touch.

“Should I stop?” he whispers.

“Even if I say ‘yes’, would you stop?”

Jungkook balks, eyes blinking rapidly at your question. “Of course, I will,” he snaps. “Now answer the question.”

Your hands tug at the hem of your sweater, the material feeling heavy and warm against your itching skin. “No,” you relent.

Your vision swims when he places his palm against your knee under the table and you curse yourself for wearing jeans that day, the material unyielding when all you want is to feel his warmth. Jungkook picks your leg and places your foot on his lap, trailing his fingers across your leg. Your body erupts in shivers with every stroke and your panties are officially ruined at this point.

Jungkook drops your leg gently, before straightening up to stuff his things in his bag. The sudden lack of warmth draws a soft whine from your lips and Jungkook’s face twitches at your reaction, a deep curl of a smile on his face as he regards you. You squirm under his gaze, feeling so turned on and nothing to do about it. You glower at him instead. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“My place. With you.”

You’ve never packed as quickly as you did after hearing the words from Jungkook’s lips. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, but makes no move to touch you further, walking ahead some ways when you leave the coffee shop. When you reach his car, you tear open the car door to slide in easily, your stuff haphazardly thrown into the backseat. You keep checking at the pedestrians behind you, afraid to see your roommate or Jimin walking by and catch you in Jungkook’s car, but when Jungkook’s hand finds your thighs while he starts to drive, you can no longer deny the desire that clouds your mind.

---

The first thing you’ll notice about Jungkook’s apartment is that it’s empty. Sure, there’s a couch and a kitchen, but there aren’t any signs of anyone ”living” in the space. You don’t get to ask about it because he wastes no time in circling your waist with his arms, kissing down your neck as you turn pliant underneath his touch. You shut your eyes tight, allowing yourself to drown into the pleasure, even if it’s coming from Enemy #1. Your fingers tug at his purple locks when he slides his hot palm under your sweater, a moan escaping when he expertly undoes your bra.

Jungkook leads you to his room before dropping you on his black sheets, his mouth back on your neck and your fingers return to his hair. In the midst of pleasure, he lifts your sweater to discard it on the floor along with your bra and you struggle not to put your hands in front of your chest, you won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you embarrassed.

“Beautiful,” he gasps, standing above you, raking his eyes every inch of your body before he dips back down, mouth latches on your neck once more.

You close your eyes and moan, letting the sensations overtake you. Jungkook’s lips feel hot against your skin, flames burning where they meet. Just as his hands travel downwards to remove your jeans, you feel a distinct pain of teeth sinking deep into your skin. Your eyes fly open and you push Jungkook away with a growl, his own laugh filling your head. Propping yourself by the elbows, you glower at the boy until his laugh subsides. “What the fuck, Jungkook?”

“You asked me to bite you and I did just that,” he shrugs, the remnants of his laughter curling on his lips.

Just as you’re about to hurl curses at him that would inadvertently make sailors blush, he leans forward, face mere inches from your own, his scent filling your nose with hints of vanilla and amber. And just like the first time he touches you in the coffee shop, your mind stutters to a complete stop. There’s a pool in your stomach that you know too well and with every tick of a second where his face leans over yours, dark brown irises challenging, your anger dissipates and a quiet hum of desire throbs through you instead.

“And what do we say…?” he whispers, breath tickling your cheeks.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

You wrestle with your words, tongue-laden with lead with the words that you absolutely do not want to utter no matter the circumstance. Humiliation holds your hand and you groan, head tipping back, trying to deny the fact you love being treated this way. You’ve never been with anyone as cocky as Jungkook, so full of himself that if the normal human body contains 80% water, his contains a domineering male ego. Curses ring inside your head and you wonder why you can’t utter them.

“Thank you,” you whisper slowly, drawing out the words. Your cheeks burn instantly, a slight pink tinge that he can surely see.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises before returning to your neck, using a hand to guide you back down on the mattress.

His other hand travels downwards to unbutton your pants, expertly tugging them towards your ankles while you hold your hips upwards, body pliant under his touch. He cups your clothed core when the jeans are successfully thrown on the floor, discarded among the heaps of other clothing. When he feels how wet you are, he stops kissing your neck to look into your fucked-out features, licking his lips. “Mmm… So wet for me already? Where’s that tough girl act now?” he taunts above you before licking a long, wet stripe on your neck.

You don’t grace him with a response, the words catch in your throat when he drags a finger across your slit. A mewl escapes instead, soft sounds that vaguely resemble his name. You knot your fingers in his hair, those damn purple locks, and he smirks against your neck before traveling lower, nipping on the valley of your breasts. He removes his arm from underneath you to play with your nipple while the other is in his mouth. Jungkook’s tongue swirls the sensitive nub while his forefinger and thumb pinches and rolls the other. You’re panting at this point, the fingers on his other hand trailing lazily against your cunt, occasionally pressing lightly on your clit, causing you to shudder underneath him.

Finally, finally, he removes your underwear to tease at your entrance, inserting a finger gingerly while his thumb latches on your clit. “Jungkook!” you gasp, trying to relax your grip on his hair, but he makes it difficult when he inserts another finger, taking turns between scissoring you and thrusting into you slowly, helping you get adjusted to his thick digits. Your arousal seeps out of you without care and your face heats in embarrassment when a particularly sharp cry of his name is pulled from your lips, Jungkook chuckling quietly against your breast.

“Please, faster?” you whine.

"'Please' and 'Thank You' in a day? Finally found your manners, hm?"

Jungkook picks up the pace, letting you sob and whimper underneath him as his fingers curl inside, the pads of his fingers grazing the sensitive part of your pussy. He doesn’t stop when his name is the only word stumbling from your lips or when the sounds of your pussy echoes around his plain bedroom.

“Fuck, fuck, Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck,” you screech and your cunt spasms violently against his fingers. He thrusts a little faster, moaning alongside you when your toes curl and your vision darkens, the orgasm tumbling through you in waves of pleasure. Jungkook helps you ride it out, doesn’t say a word when you try to catch your breath, a twinkling in his eyes at a mission accomplished.

That stupid smirk is on his face though.

“Feelin’ good?” he drawls, pulling himself up and away from your body. And though you hate to admit it, Jungkook just gave you the third best orgasm of your life, the first and second place still reigns; a result of one horny night and a few toys in your drawer.

When you don’t answer, rolling your eyes instead, his fingers travel from your cunt towards your face and he smears your arousal on your lips. “Open,” he commands, a threat underlying in his words.

You try to rebel, your mind playing somersaults, trying to find the words to avoid the punishment, but your body betrays you and you let your mouth hang open, tongue dangling out, a thread of saliva dripping onto your chest. “Fuck,” he murmurs before he places his fingers inside your warm mouth.

You lick and suck his digits on instinct, your eyes never leaving his; the one act of defiance you allow yourself. When Jungkook’s fingers are well coated with your saliva, he smears them on your thighs, and you jerk backwards, almost hitting your head on the headboard. Your glare returns to his eyes and he shrugs in response. Pleased with himself, Jungkook pulls you into his lap, grinding his erection on your still dripping cunt. Your mind finally registers the fact that he’s still fully clothed and the deep-seated embarrassment that’s been inflicted upon you since you walk in the door washes over you with full force. You grit your teeth, not wanting him to get the satisfaction of your moans, but when his mouth nips the underside of your breasts, you can’t contain the gasp that escapes you.

“Let me hear you. You sound so much better without the anger.”

“Fuck you,” you rasp, shivering despite the warmth of his body.

He tuts at your swearing, circling his arm around your waist to steady you as he rocks you back and forth across his erection. “Such poor manners. And here I thought you were making progress. You shouldn’t kiss anyone with that mouth of yours.”

“If you’re hoping for a kiss from me with that statement, Jungkook, I can swear to you that it will never happen.”

Jungkook stills his moments and you whine from the sudden stop in friction. “Let’s make a bet, shall we? I’m sure you’ll want to kiss me by the end of this,” he muses, gesturing at your naked form on his lap.

“Trust me, Jungkook, I’m very capable of holding out my attraction towards you.”

“Oh? You find me attractive?”

“Not even remotely close to what I said, Narcissus.”

Jungkook grins and his hands meet to cup your ass, squeezing them tightly before a hand strays to slap it gently. He sets you down on the bed, nipping at your tits before shedding his shirt off. You can only stare in wonderment at the man he’s become, every muscle on his body toned to perfection. You gulp when your eyes catch the stain on the front of his pants and - oh. It is without a doubt, the biggest outline of a cock you’ve ever seen. When he shrugs his pants off, he watches your reaction, stupid smirk dancing on his lips as his cock springs free, veins running on its side. Your eyes widen slightly before turning into slits, trying to not gawk and give him much of a reaction.

Jungkook stands on the edge of the bed before he takes your hand and envelopes it around his length, groaning when your fingers make contact with the leaking head. You gulp as you run your fingers from tip to base, feeling him twitch and throb underneath you. He groans, tipping his head back when your hand starts pumping slowly, his entire shaft already thoroughly coated with his precum.

“Get on the bed and fuck me,” you whisper, kissing his abs. Stopping momentarily, you angle your head to meet his eyes. "Please," you whisper breathlessly, gauging his reaction.

Jungkook just smiles, his thumb caressing your cheek.

Opening his bedside table, Jungkook picks up a condom and some lube before ripping the foil open with his teeth with practiced ease. He throws the lube in your direction and you spread it all over him before grabbing the opened condom packet from his mouth. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow at your reaction, but his confusion doesn’t last long. You pop the condom at the edge of your mouth, unrolling it slightly before using your lips to drag it along his shaft, your hands pulling it down snugly where your mouth can’t quite reach. Your jaw aches as you warm Jungkook’s cock inside your mouth, feeling desperately full despite not having the entire thing.

He gurgles something akin to your name before grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, snapping his hips shallowly into your open mouth. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Is this what you wanted, hmm? You want me to fuck that tight throat of yours?”

You can only moan in response and he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth, rubbing soothing circles on your cheek. “Look at you, so stuffed with my cock. You don’t even have the whole thing inside of you and you’re a mess already. What a fucking slut.”

Glaring into his eyes, you drag your teeth lightly on the side of his cock, Jungkook shuddering underneath. You let his cock go with a distinct pop, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips to the head. “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t bite your dick off.”

“Lucky? That’s what you want to call it? I think it’s ‘common decency’ to not bite people’s dicks off,” he snickers. “Be honest, do you like being called a ‘slut’? I will stop if that’s not your vibe.”

Were you so dick whipped that you’d let him do anything to you?

Maybe.

Probably.

Definitely.

So, even through your bravado, you nod your head, eyes trailing down on his black sheets, and whisper a single ‘Yes.’

“Yes, what?”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you throw your hands in exasperation, snapping to meet those brown irises again. “Fine! I fucking like what you’ve been doing this entire time. I like cumming on your fingers. I like being called a ‘slut’ by you. Can you please get on with it and fuck me already?”

“Well said,” is all he says before he gets on the bed, pushing you down, spreading your legs wide open for him. He positions his cock to your entrance before he pushes, grunting as he feels your walls clench around him. You moan in unison, feeling the stretch that comes with the size of his cock.

“Shit, fuck, you feel so good,” he pants before fully hilting himself inside you.

“Jungkook – fuck. Don’t move yet,” you shiver, willing your walls to adjust to his cock. Every single time you manage to relax, he’d shift, pressing his cock head on your g-spot. Your vision is spotty, but with every ragged breath, the pressure releases and with a few taps on his arm and a nod, signs to let Jungkook know that he can finally move.

His thrusts are languid at first, a slow slap of skin on skin. It leaves you feeling frustrated, your release getting further away. Propping yourself back on your elbows, you wrap your legs around his waist, stopping his movements momentarily. “Can you stop being such a pussy and fuck one for once in your life?”

Jungkook growls, dragging his cock almost all the way out of you before slamming it hard all the way inside. His thrusts are brutal after your taunt and you finally feel the pleasure return after being kept away for too long. He spits on your clit, earning a delicious whine from your lips, before the pad of his thumb drags across it, swiping harshly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. He fucks you deep in the bed, the mattress squeaking at your combined weight.

“Fuck me, fuck, Jungkook, I’m close, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Making a snarky response is out of the question when his other hand snakes its way on your hips, lifting them up slightly so he can drive his cock deeper inside you. Pleasure turns you delirious and for the second time that night, Jungkook makes you cum, your body thrashing wildly on the covers as you moan his name. Your pussy clenches dangerously around his length, your arousal causing yet another mess on the sheets.

“Shit, did you cum? Fuck, I’m – Fuck!“ Jungkook groans. His own release isn’t too far behind, thrusts growing sloppier by the minute before a final thrust that fills the condom with thick ropes of his cum.

You cry out his name in a broken voice, feeling too sensitive after your own release. Jungkook hisses as he removes himself from you and then from the condom, chucking it into the bin before sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you try to catch your own breathing.

“Same time tomorrow?” he offers with a grin, nestling his body next to yours, not quite touching.

“Fuck off. This is a one-time thing,” you say as you kick him.

Your promise doesn’t sound convincing in your own ears. Looking at his chocolate eyes dance in mirth, you know for a fact he doesn’t believe a single word you say. Jungkook gets up to head to the bathroom to clean up before you feel a warm damp towel against your sensitive core.

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook,” you mutter before exhaustion settles in your bones, your eyes falling shut on their own. Just like the night where you were blacked out drunk, the last thing you hear is Jungkook’s mirthful laugh.

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