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btsjeonjazz · 7 years

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All I’ve got II pt. 4

Jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, ANGST, smut!!, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 13k

Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

Jungkook's head hurt. He blinked once, twice..three fucking times before he could open his dark eyes to see the environment he had gotten himself in last night. Rose walls, white sheets that smelled too damn penetrable sweet hurting his sensitive nose and those tiny pink panties laying on the floor next to him. With pain piercing the left side of his face he shifted his tall body to the side to see a young blonde next to him. Fuck. He certainly had done many mistakes after you were gone. Not to mention the freaking mess he made by sleeping with Jimin's younger sister, Kim.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Before anything else happened he crawled out of her bed, collecting his clothes to hastily put them on without making too many noises, a thing he was experienced with thanks to his slutty years, he rushed to the door. But as his fingers touched the cold surface of the door's handle he heard a faint voice. Kim was awake.

“Jungkook? Why are you leaving already?” She sounded sleepy, her voice kinda raspy from the screams she let out while Jungkook roughly fucked her to get you off of his mind. Of course it didn't work, not the slightest, but he couldn't care less as he came into the condom and his hazy thoughts finally shut up.

Jungkook didn't even need to turn around, answering her with his back turned her way. “You know you were a nice fuck, but that's all, right? If you tell Jimin and cry your eyes out don't forget who wanted it in the first place. Bye.”

Nothing else to say. She knew what he wanted and accepted it without any complains wherefore he stated his point again. And the way she shrugged her shoulders he was certain that no further problems should accrue. If not the older guy light-footedly bumped into his shoulder, eyes wide with shock.

“Y-you didn't..”, Jimin was shocked, his hands shooting up to enclosed around Jungkook's upper arm. “You haven't fucked Kim, have you? For real, dude? Why!? She's my.. my sister which means you literally fucked me.”

Inhaling deeply the tattooed boy turned his friend's way and if he wasn't shook then he was now.

“Holy shit, what happened to you? Damn, Jungkook, did you get into a fight or what?”

That would explain the pulsating pain behind his left eye, down his nose and up his forehead. He must've known the familiar feeling of being beaten like crazy, but the alcohol had numbed his senses, and his fighting skills, too, or he didn't want to fight anymore with the one who did this to him. All he wanted now was to get home and sleep until he found a solution to the fucking situation he had brought you two in by kissing you, twice.

“Don't want to talk about it right now. But can you give me a ride home? I'm still too drunk and my head explodes.”

Jimin nodded, but then he stopped again as they went down the stairs to get to the door. “Wait a second”, he paused, his small hands grabbing Jungkook by the sleeve. “Did you fight with Namjoon? He has a broken nose and..”

“I did”, Jungkook furrowed his black eyebrows, his nerves slowly stretched too far. “No questions. Just drive me home.”

“It's because of y/n.”

Flinching because of the way your pretty name fell so easy from Jimin's lips he had to breath in several times ere Jungkook was able to stay silent. Then he just walked faster, the older guy following close behind, pestering him with details of the night that was a blur to him. Jungkook didn't even listen as he leaned his aching head against the cold window to get a bit of release from the pumping pain. Fuck. That was the one word perfectly describing his current situation.

His large hands rubbed over his face, a sigh escaping him. Of course he knew that Jimin watched his every move, silently judging what he had done to one of his best friends and then with his sister. And most importantly, you.

Whatever drove him to go insane this night, he had to deal with the aftermath today. Not delaying to talk to you any further than that, explaining his..his what? Explaining that he had a crush on you in middle school that lasted for the last six or seven years now? That he started to like you more than what you were supposed to be? Loving every fucking annoying characteristic you had? He was so screwed if you knew all that. And maybe it was too late already, his behaviour strangely turning one-eighty after the fucker Yoongi had broken up with you. He ridiculously saw a chance in getting the real thing with you, calling you his girlfriend, spending nights and days with you as a couple and maybe, one day in the far future, calling you his wife. Jungkook almost laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of his thoughts causing Jimin to glance his way.

Letting him out of the expensive car Jungkook wobbled up his apartment, opening the large door by dialling the wrong code thrice hence he punched the door in affiliating anger, the wounds on his knuckles starting to hurt, blood gradually flowing down the cracks. Could the day be worse than that? It could.

Making his way towards the couch to plop himself down as he finally got access to his own home, he tried to close his eyes, but every time his lids covered his black pupils he saw your fuming face, too cute to be taken seriously. A damned smile crept on his face, numbing the pain behind his left eye. It gave two options. The first meant to give up on you, apologising and getting over his unrequited love for his best friend by fucking around even more until he found a good replacement. Or he had to grow himself some balls and tell you that you drove him insane, praying that you would laugh it off and forget about it or in the best possible care telling him about your mutual feelings.

Opening his eyes, erasing your small figure behind them, he was sure what he had to do and that he needed time to think about you and his feelings clenching his heart, as to why he decided to take some time out..

Almost a six days passed without a message from Jungkook. He was gone from the earth, not a single member knowing where he was and what he did. You even heard that he missed the daily practices the band held over the week without a sign of him being alive. You had planned to confront him what he drove him into kissing you that night, his shitty behaviour towards his friend and the change in person towards you, but the anger vanished throughout the passing days. Worry slowly made it's way in your bones, because your best friend never left you on read or without a text, never. That was the reason why you decided to take the opportunity, fishing for the spare key you got from him so you were able to dial the code above the lock.

“Jungkook? Are you home?”, you pushed your sneakers off of your feet, your raincoat dropped next to the door to switch on the lights in his lonely, dark apartment. “Jungkook, where are you..”

Deeply in thought you searched every room for the lost boy, your face scrunched in fear that something bad might have happened to him. Maybe he lay in a ditch, hurt and.. Focus. Shaking your wet hair you tried to stay composed, your mind a blur the longer Jungkook didn't contact you or any other guy you two knew.

“What a fucking mess”, you grumbled the words as you roamed the large apartment he lived in. Piles of dirty laundry, used dishes and thrown out books, notes and other stuff were lazily dropped on every free space. Sighing you found yourself cleaning his mess, washing his clothes, tidying his flat till midnight. Shook you realised how long you stayed, a lot longer than you wanted to, but it freed your busy thoughts, and added some new ones. Therefore you put the last cup in the shelf above the sink, stabilising your position with your hands around the chilly metal. Your eyes darted out the window into the night, your own reflection disturbing the few lights still switched on in the nearest, tall buildings.

You had always admired the special view from his apartment down the town. The night filled with shining lights, different colors and street lights lighting the advertisements lining the capital. You got used to this sight over the years, but it never failed to astonish you in the first couple of seconds you stared outside, taking in the usual flickering that provided enough light in the darkness as you inhaled, holding your breath not to burst into tears which burned in your eyes. Suddenly you felt like crying. It never happened that Jungkook wouldn't contact you. Something must have happened, you were sure about that. Without a doubt. The worst of it was that you were sure that he disappeared to get away from you and whatever you might have said that one night.

Swiping off the tears you exhaled the shaky breath you held in for some time, folding the kitchen's towel with your hands. Should you wait for him to return? Would he come? Or would it be better to wait another day before you called the police or his parents abroad? Indecisiveness traced your features as you slandered through the huge living room, switching off the ceiling light, walking straight to the door. And back. You'd wait. Calling work in the morning, but you didn't dare to leave now, hoping the familiar tattooed handsome would come home tonight.

Writing a note you left next to the key bowl you took a hot shower, listening for any sign that would signal Jungkook's arrival. But there was none. Not even as you dressed yourself into one of his signature white shirts, pulling the fresh sheets over your chin, taking in the scent you loved on Jungkook. Sweet and flowery, like soap and fabric softener. Zipping through the channels of a week's night's program you felt your eyelids getting heavier ere you curled up into a ball, the big blanket pulled between your body you drove into a light sleep that was disturbed two hours later.

Loud rumbling woke you, accompanied by muffled voices arguing. Jungkook. As if hit you jumped out of the comfy bed, running to the door that was suddenly closed, rushing through the hall towards the front door where you saw a wide back turned your way, his black thatch a mess before the door fell in it's lock with a deafening thud. Stumbling over your own feet you reached the door although you knew it was too late. He was gone again.

But just as you ran through the cold corridor without a trace of the guy you waited for, a smile found it's way in your face. Jungkook was alright, that was all that mattered right now.

Not feeling any shame you called your workplace in the morning, explaining that you needed a day off. You waited another three hours for Jungkook's return. Sitting impatiently shifting on the huge black couch you prepared breakfast, hot milk and an apology for the night you shouted at him, soothing him into coming back, text you and be your best friend again. Which would be damn hard after the last days.

Shoving those thoughts back – as you learned to the past weeks – you had enough. It was twelve now, the food cold and your patience at the limit. Writing another short note that contained to call you, you left his apartment, driving back home to collect your thoughts. It was easier said than done.

At first you were sure that those dumb erotic, sexual feelings you developed the last weeks were temporary, but the worst was: they were not. You had enough to worry about your sexual frustration that slowly seeped into you after Yoongi left you. But having such feelings for Jungkook? Unfortunately, yeah. His absence, his strange behaviour drove you to the wildest ideas the nights after your angry departure, feeling lonely and worried and drawn to him at the same time.

You massaged your aching temples. It was time to confront him with your thoughts and maybe, if you were lucky, you two would laugh it off while ordering food and having the best night since long ago. This determination got you into taking out your phone to call Jungkook, although you knew his voicemail would answer.

“H-hey, Jungkook! It's me. Yeah, again”, you laughed nervously into your phone. “I'm hella worried, but t-tonight I'm free. And I know that you'll listen to this, so please come to my house tonight. Around eight? I have to tell you..something.” Your heartbeat increased as you ended the call, throwing your phone beside you on your couch. Now it was out. At least the start and you hoped from the bottom of your heart that he would come, because you had seen him tonight and he must've seen you, too or else he wouldn't have run out of the house.

Getting up you tried to concentrate on other things such as doing chores or calling your parents, informing them that Jungkook still was missing. Unavoidable you had to make another call as you promised after visiting your supposed best friend. Namjoon.

“Y/n, is everything alright?”, Namjoon sounded worried, the only emotion that laced his deep voice. “He's still not home?”

“No, but I've seen him tonight..he was gone too fast”, you stumbled over your words as you repressed the urge to shout out all your stuffed up anger, frustration and fear that a major thing caused Jungkook to behave as he did.

A loud sigh reached your ear. “Don't worry, y/n. Jungkook's a big boy”, an unamused chuckle followed. “You've seen what he did to me? I can still feel his fist punching my nose!”

A faint smile made your lips twitch. Namjoon was here for you, encouraging you with the silliest things, and it worked. Despite him and Jungkook getting into a fight after you drove home last friday his friend was still worried about him. And knowing how bad Namjoon looked, his nose broken, his eye swollen, you knew that the tattooed handsome must look just as bad. Which gnawed on your nerves even more. The cause for their fight pushed back you cleared your throat.

“I'm preparing snacks and so on, Namjoon. Thanks for being there for me”, you smiled slightly into you phone. You owned him big after all he went through thanks to you. “I'm going then.”

“Tell Jungkook he has to give me a call if he's following your invitation. And report how it went”, his low voice got softer at the end. “Take care of you, y/n.”

Pressing the red symbol on your display you lay your phone on your lap. How could Namjoon be that perfect? He was there for you every day, calling you daily and visiting you, but all you did was talking about Jungkook. Of course he was gone and you were worried, but you also opened your heart and told him what you were feeling after Yoongi had broken your heart. It happened somehow and as it started you couldn't stop blabbering about it. And what did he do? Accept it and hug you, stroke your hair as tears swelled inside your eyes from missing your best friend and having nightmares of him being wounded and lonely,completely forgetting about the night that might be the reason he went missing in the first place. All anger gone the second you heard that he disappeared without contacting anyone. Namjoon told you that he already guessed you'd go to Jungkook, but hoped you'd decide to get to know him better on some dirty levels which you thankfully denied. You also told him that you wanted to use his dick as a replacement, to get your mind and hurt heart off of your ex-boyfriend, but you failed as you had eyes for the only boy you shouldn't want in any other way than brotherly. And even that he did accept with a snicker that deepened his dimples and crinkled his pretty eyes.

Leaning your back against the rest of your sofa you stared at the ceiling, contemplating if it was the right choice to tell Namjoon every ounce of confusion you felt and to call Jungkook to come here tonight without knowing if he received the message you left on his mailbox. But there was only one thing to find out. Wait and see.

Around eight you tapped nervously on the glass you held in your hands, staring out your living room's window from where you could see the street in front of your house. The clouds got darker as the evening gradually turned your environment in grey and black, the wind fastening the process. Tonight it should rain again, like every day the past weeks, wherefore you prayed your best friend would come ere the downpour tinged the evening into an early night.

Jungkook was never the punctual guy, but he was almost on time whenever you wanted to meet up. But as you counted the passing minutes it turned nine, ten..twelve. And not a single sign of the boy you wanted to see, and missed, and who got you worried on so many levels the last couple of days. Who didn't let you sleep through the nights.

Feeling broken, like a walking mess, you gave up standing in front of your window, switching off the light in your living room to collect the snacks, bringing them into your kitchen and stuffing everything in the shelves with a lot more force than necessary.

“Damn you, Jeon Jungkook”, you shouted the words, anger seeping into your bones while throwing a bag of cookies on the floor. “Damn you and your perfect ass!”

Muttering insults you cleaned the mess on your floor. What did you expect anyway? Jungkook had the nerves to not call you for days and then you stupidly thought he would answer the one in which you asked for him to come over to talk? Sheep. You were just a stupid, naïve sheep.

Heavy breathing from your small outburst you held your head, running your hands through your hair before you grabbed your phone with determination coursing through your clouded mind, driven by frustration towards your supposed best friend.

Scrolling through the contact list you pressed call and waited a second ere a crackle was heard. Mailbox.

Inhaling you let the bundled emotions free. “Listen to me Jeon fucking Jungkook. You think you're cool with what you're doing to all of us? We're freaking out because we worry so damn much about you!”, your voice cracked, sniffs starting to echo from your kitchen's walls. “It's not funny, seriously I'm so damn worried, Jungkook..Where are you and why are you avoiding me? Sure I was upset as you disturbed us the last weekend, but vanishing without contacting me once? That's n-not fair.” You paused, kind of embarrassed to sob into the phone, but you didn't care. “I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear? But you confuse the hell out of me!”, inhaling a shaky breath you tried to calm down. “Let's talk some time, okay? But please don't do this to m-”

“Y/n.”

You froze. Someone was listening to your rambling about being hurt, worried and confused on the other end of the telephone line. Jungkook.

“Jungkook! Don't hang up, please!”, you almost shouted the words as realisation that he picked up got to you. “I-I can understand if you don't want to talk right now, but ple-”

“Wanna let me wait in the rain any longer? Open the door already.”

Holding your phone pressed against your chest you felt as if a thousand stones fell off of your clenching heart. He was back and wanted to talk. Finally. After nights without sleep worrying about the boy who toyed with you a little too much he was downstairs in front of your apartment's door, probably soaked by the falling rain and freezing wherefore you hasted to your door to press the button that would open the main door for Jungkook.

Your heart raced the closer your..Jungkook came and by the time you saw his dark silhouette in the black corridor you wanted nothing more than to tug him into a blanket and talk the whole night. End the debate you had with yourself and have the guts to speak out loud what you had feared the past weeks. His heat. His open caresses and cuddles. His sexiness. Shaking your thatch you bit on your bottom lip to stop your edges from turning into a wild, relieved smile.

“Jungkook!”

Despite fighting against welcoming him after what he did you pulled the dripping, tattooed guy inside your small home, closing the door in a rush to storm towards him. With wide arms and an unintentional sob you threw your arms around Jungkook's wide shoulders, holding him as close as possible, afraid he might go if you gave him the tiniest space. Not caring about the thick tears rolling down your face into the wet fabric of his wide, black hoodie you buried your face in the softness. Only faintly you felt his hands on your back, his body frozen and stiff under your touch hence you parted faster than you intended and wanted to, looking up in his handsome face, bruised and wet from the drops falling from his black bangs. Jungkook didn't respond by granting you a glance, ruffling your hair with a forced smile that couldn't hide his gloominess.

“W-what's wrong? What happened? You look terrible”, your fingers traced over the healing yellow and blue blemishes covering the white skin from under his eye up to his eyebrow. His cheekbone had a faint scratch while the tall guy looked sleep deprived and annoyed. Taking your hand gently off of his face he shot you a quick glance before he narrowed his gaze down his dripping clothes.

“Mind if I take some of my clothes?”, his voice was kind of reserved, taking you aback with pain brushing over your heart. “And take a quick shower? I wasn't home the whole day.”

“N-no, go on”, you stuttered the words after he already turned around to leave you standing in the hall, watching his broad back walking hastily towards your bathroom.

Furrowing your brows you didn't fathom what caused his restraint, the coldness that seemed to be his attitude You've seen this kind of treatment of him, but never towards you nor his friends. And you feared being the target of his mood as to why you waited impatiently for Jungkook to finish what he was doing, sitting down on your sofa in silence, chasing your own thoughts about the situation. In your head several different scenarios took place, from arguments over casually, fluffy talks to.. Wiping off your sweaty palms you heard the door to your bathroom unlocking, a freshly showered, comfy dressed Jungkook walking out with steam following him out of the room. He still had the same gloomy expression contouring his tensed features as he lazily shoved his large hands into the pockets of his ripped, dry jeans. His hair was damp, wetting the collar of his now white hoodie as drops started to dry.

Nervously getting up you rounded the couch. “Let's talk.”

Nodding Jungkook gestured for you to sit back down, his gaze focused on the black screen of the TV in front of you as he sat down beside you, seemingly tensed. “I have nothing to say, y/n.”

Nothing to say? His words irritated the fuck out of you, leaving you in utter confusion whereas you stared at the guy next to you, his face a mask of emptiness.

“What do you mean with that? You were gone for a week, Jungkook! E-explain”, you dared to slide further towards him, your hand stroking soothingly over his arm. “Come on, I'm your best friend, you have to tell me what happened!”

A tired, hurt smile crept onto his pink lips. He muttered something inaudible, taking your wrist to lay your hand back where it belonged. Everything about this felt wrong. The Jungkook you knew wouldn't hold back with what got on his nerves, what bothered him. Not towards you. And brushing your hand off? Never.

“I won't judge whatever you've done. Come on, I especially bought your favourite snacks!”, trying to lighten the mood you wiggled your eyebrows, but not a single emotion was seen on the guy's attractive face. It was reason enough for you to sigh out loud. “If you don't want to talk, then let me.”

“Go on then, I'm all ears”, another tired smile your way he leaned back against the sofa's rest, his legs spread in his usual way. The posture reminded you of the times you two met once a week in his apartment, casually talking about your week while you spread out on the couch, your head on his lap while he untangled your hair with his bony fingers, listening to you rambling about work and friends. Wistful you sighed again, the evening topped by one sigh after the other.

“Where do I start?”, you talked more to yourself than to Jungkook, but he guessed you directed the question at him.

“How was your week?”

Startled by his obvious question you pulled your legs onto the couch, kneeling while shifting to the side to lay your head against the rest, closer to Jungkook then before. “A living nightmare.”

“Nightmare?”, it was another one of those teasing questions laced with faked oblivion. “Why that?”

If he wanted to test your limits then he was on the right way, because you weren't in for joking at the moment. “Stop asking such dumb questions. You know exactly why the week was hell. I was so worried about you, Jungkook. We never were separated like this and even if, we texted at least. But there was none this time”, you gulped down the forming knot that signalled the burn behind your eyes while you breathed in shakily. “It was shit, okay? Why did you do this? What caused that dumb shit you pulled? You look like a mess and then disappeared! Give me a proper explanation at least!” The last words were accompanied by you hitting his chest, the first fly of your fist rather strong, but the last fell off of his rock hard chest like a feather blown from the wind. “Don't do this to us. You know how much we all suffered? Not only me, but Namjoon and the other boys as well.”

As you straightened yourself back into a kneeling position you saw his brown eyes change from restraint to fury in an instant, his body tensing as the name of his friend filled the room and changed the atmosphere drastically.

“Namjoon is a traitor. Don't say his name”, Jungkook glared at you, his nostrils blowing like they used to whenever Jungkook was pissed off. “Refrain from meeting him, y/n. You're worth much better than-”

“But Namjoon was here for me the last week while you were gone. Vanished. Abandoned me”, you threw the sentences in with anger lacing your voice that was previously sounding worried and sad. Jungkook, who was the cause for your insomnia, was the last person to insult his friend and your needed help while he was absent. “You have absolutely no-”

“Shut up”, the tall, dark haired guy jumped up. “You know nothing, okay? He's not good for someone like you.”

Someone like me?, you thought, scrunching your face to not shout at your supposed best friend for his hurtful words. Furrowing your eyebrows you stood up as well, your arms held up into an inviting position, ready to fight. “Then enlighten me, Jeon Jungkook! Tell me why he's bad, why every fucking guy seems unworthy in your eyes. And what the hell do you mean with 'someone like you'?”, you scoffed. “And here I was, worried sick for your well-being and anxious as fuck that something bad might have happened to you! I slept for damn five hours the whole fucking week, Jungkook.”

Exploding you wiped off a shed tear, gasping for breath after your outburst. The night wasn't supposed to turn out like this, fighting with Jungkook who you wanted to talk to, solve the mysterious problem hovering over your long friendship. But instead you two stood in front of each other, his pure smugness fuelling your fury hence you pushed him back. “Don't grin at me like that. You better talk.”

Shrugging his broad shoulders Jungkook chuckled deep, unamused. “Don't be like that if you know not the slightest about what was going on the last months.” He turned around without saying another word, straight walking towards your front door, his large steps too big for you not to run.

“What do you mean?”, you held him by his muscled upper arm. “Talk to me!”

Smacking away your cold hand the tattooed man let out a deep sigh. “Y/n, I really don't want to argue. I just want to go home. Haven't slept in ages. We talk some other time.”

Disbelieving you pulled again, this time enclosing both your hands around his arm. With a strong, exhausting try you succeeded in him looking your way. What you saw took you aback, but you couldn't let go yet, not unless you found a way to solve whatever destroyed your friendship right now. Jungkook was too precious, with every nerve wrecking flaw he showed you tonight. You had to pull some other strings that most certainly would overstep your boundaries, but you found no other way to hold him back from leaving.

“I deserve an explanation if you leave me like Yoongi did.”

Do you know the strange turn in the environment when a storm started to evolve? It starts always with a bunny nibbling on green grass, a butterfly flying over a sweetly smelling field of flowers or the silence that filled the entire corridor you two stood in. Nothing was audible, expect your breathing and the faint pour of the rain outside on the wet pavement. Then the storm started to rage. A hand shot up, pushing you against the nearest wall, the hard coldness of the wall hitting your back, your shoulders and slightly your head as well. Jungkook hovered dangerously over you, his face almost cast in shadows, but his eyes sparkled in the dim light provided by the lamp in the living room shone into the darkness that surrounded the both of you. His breath hit your face, hotly burning on your flushed skin while his dark, furious stare bored into yours, daring you to say another word.

The low, threatening voice of Jungkook reached your ear, goosebumps covering your arms. “Say that again.”

You were torn between shoving him off, asking him if he snapped or to explain yourself even though you were the one deserving such a thing. Your final reaction was a mixture of both, your hands trying to push the tall, tattooed guy away while your voice raised up. “Then what are you doing if not leaving me standing in the dark with my heart being torn by my best friend?” The more upset you got, the higher your voice got, shouting the last words at him.

Jungkook didn't even flinch, his nostrils blowing again ere his loud voice echoed from the walls in your back, his fist shooting up to hit the cemented background. “Stop it. Y/n, who do you think I am? I'd never leave you alone, but give me time to fucking think, okay?”

“Think about what? That I'm not worth being treated like a women by other guys? Or about how you can scare Namjoon or any other living male away? Is that what you need to think about?” You threw in random things, trying to provoke Jungkook in finally opening up.

“I fucking told you not to mention this traitor”, you two shouted at each other, his body leaning away to make place for you while he opened his arms. “Wanna throw more things at me that make me feel even worse?”

Annoyed by his confusing statements you let out a frustrated cry. And here you were, worrying about him, crying about him while he was gone to think? Think about what?

“Feeling worse? Have you ever thought about me in this situation?”

“I do every fucking day, y/n”, his voice was loud, shouting at you, his chest heaving from the built up anger. You on the other side crossed your arms, not believing any word coming out of his pink mouth.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. “Everyday”, a small chuckle fell from your lips. “Then why didn't you contact me at least once, telling me that you're fine and need time for yourself?”

Jungkook's fists trembled as he shook his dark hair, turning away to open your door. He was gone faster than you could blink, but this time you were persistent, hurt and in need for a solution to your problems that dammed up throughout the weeks. Snatching a pair of shoes and your keys you pulled the door strongly, the loud thud heard through the entire house, but you couldn't care less while you ran down the stairs in the dark after the guy who already stood on the pavement, his thatch damp by the raindrops, his lean body slowly getting soaked a second time.

“Jungkook”, you called out to him, grabbing his sleeve to stop his menacing fast steps. Failing. With a swift move of his arm, he cast your hand off without glancing back. “Stop!”

“What do you want now? I told you that I need time before this talk”, he shouted back, just like you thought. “Get in, it's raining and fucking cold. You'll catch a cold, idiot.”

Shaking your hair, the strands starting to get wetter by the second, you rushed in front of him. This way he had to stop. “Talk.”

“Get in.”

“You're too stubborn, boy”, you threw yourself at him as he tried to circle you. “Now or never.”

Coming to a halt Jungkook's frantic breathing formed itself in front of his face, the expression contouring it ice cold and reserved again. But he didn't talk, only staring into a far distance, letting you get away with your clinging posture on his lean body.

“Talk!”, you hit his shoulder again, the emotions in his eyes scaring you to the bone. He had never looked at you like that and you've seen it on other people ere they were smashed by his hands or ignored for life. Even though you wouldn't back off tonight even though it might mean for you to be hated, you couldn't live like that another minute, your thoughts not letting you sleep, think or act like you usually did. “Don't leave me hanging now.”

“Get off of me, y/n.”

“I fucking won't till you speak already!”, you shouted again, shoving his body closer to your apartment.

Growling he smacked your hands away, taking you by your shoulders with raging orbs. The heavy rain drenched your bodies as you stared at each other, soaking your clothes to the underwear. Loud and pouring the drops fell to the ground around you whilst you dared the boy in front of you to finally get the words out that stuck inside his head and were the reasons to treat you like a stranger.

“Jungkook”, your voice was laced with desperation and irritation, your face wet from the downpour, droplet spilling from your lips. You weren't sure if it was only rain falling from your chin as you met Jungkook's unfathomable eyes boring into yours.

He let his head fall into his neck ere he glanced down again, letting you go from his solid grip around your shoulders, the only warmth provided in the aching, icy storm falling onto your figures. “Give me time, I can't see you right now. Don't you understand that I feel fucking miserable because of you?”, his voice was a whiff, oculars avoiding yours while he tried to get away again.

Whatever he meant, it confused you to the bone, your mind a haze, your vision blurring. He was confused because of you? What caused this confusion? He never let anything like this emotion show throughout the years and now it was too much to be around you? You seriously didn't understand a single word hence you sighed in frustration like so damn often this night.

With rushing steps you stopped Jungkook again, a last time so you swore before you would give up and go inside, sheltering you from the merciless rain and your heavy heart that started to crack. “First you leave without saying anything, insulting Namjoon and-”

“Stop with that fucking name of his!”, tumbling around Jungkook hovered over you with disgust and the same rage you saw in his brown pupils a couple of minutes ago, his loud vocals echoing from the empty streets over the loud rain. “Go to him and cry, y/n, but stop fucking touching me and holding me back, because that's-”

“Why?”, you screamed at each other. Not knowing why you raised your voices you threw your tiny fist against his soaked shirt, his chest made of stones. You bet your hand hurt a lot more than your flying fists against his torso.

“Why, you ask? You won't get it even if I threw myself on you!”, Jungkook opened his arms, his body now closer to your own, almost touching yours while he exploded. “You are blind for fuck's sake, girl! You really wanna know why I was away, not contacting all of you?”

Your chin reached high, challenging your friend even more, tickling every detail out of him like you never did in your entire life before. Stretching his nerves and composure, cutting off the string that built his patience with your behaviour. You two swore to never pester each other if either of you didn't want to talk about a matter, but you had enough of that shit and the last weeks were too much for your to think straight.

“Spit it already, or are you afraid? I thought you are a big boy, Jungkook!”, you imitated his pose, opening your arms whilst your voice raised up again.

“You're fucking annoying, a nuisance, a damned girl that gets on my nerves every damn day-”

“I am, so what-”

“-and I'm way to happy about that-”

“-do you wanna do now? I don't care how much you despise me-”

“Can you shut up while I try to talk?”, another loud scream of his shook you out of your ranting outburst, staring widely at him, but you didn't stop.

“-because I'll never change and pester you even more from now on-”

“Y/n!”

You didn't want to listen as you rambled, your head shooting up while the both of you shouted, your body colliding with his, faces close while your voices filled the night.

“-so you don't dare to leave me like you did this damn shitty week. I was worried sick and cried because I thought you left me alone or even worse, that something happened to you!”

Breathing as if you ran a marathon you stared up, not realising that the soaked guy in front of you stopped talking, looking into your eyes with changing emotions. Gulping down redundant saliva from your speech you bit down your bottom lip, tasting the rain as you waited for him to say something. Jungkook's hair clung to his forehead, his face tinged in pink, his dark orbs piercing yours.

“Finished?”, he growled, threatening to say another word with his menacing glare. Maybe you went overboard, but your bundled up emotions wanted to be freed wherefore you couldn't care less that your body was freezing, your friend shaking without backing away a centimetre, his toned figure pressed against you, nose almost touching yours.

Inhaling deeply with needles piercing your lungs you shook your wet thatch, your voice as loud as before. “You confuse me, Jungkook. Explain yourself already”, another fist landed on his chest, but your wrist got caught by one of his large hands, gripping it tightly. “I'm at my limit, you idiot-”

All of a sudden his fingers cupped your face to pull you onto your tip toes, pressing his wet lips on yours. Your eyes shot wide, your hands shooting up to smack his fingers away, but Jungkook didn't move, his body coming even closer, one of his hands stroking over your side to wrap it around your waist. The other wandered in your neck and you witnessed his eyes pressing together, a tiny indentation forming between his brows from concentration to hold you in place. But you wouldn't escape out of his strong arms as you closed your eyes as well, your fingers finding his hair to pull him even tighter, moving your lips in a slow, craving dance while the rain fell merciless on your heads. His pink lips felt slick from the droplets falling to earth whilst he clung onto you as if he held onto dear life itself.

It felt like the first time inside the concert hall, time standing still as you two kissed each other, the sounds muffled by the way he held you in his arms, tilting his head to the side without haste. It was you who pulled away in silence, staring into his dark pupils, seeing a craving you couldn't quite put into words while you took him by the hand, turning around to walk straight for your house.

“What're you doing, y/n..”, Jungkook's voice was quiet now, nearly inaudible but you shifted around to pull him down, pressing your lips onto his with more passion.

“Something I'll regret later.”

Whatever you'd do from now on, it would change you two. All anger flying over the dark city after he kissed you. Or maybe the couple of days of insomnia and fear for you best friend were the real reasons you invited him in now, wanting to hold him close so he won't ever run away again. Or maybe everything confused you, every ounce and incident that happened, but you wanted what you wanted right now.

Nodding Jungkook breathed in shakily, coming to a halt as you two reached the main door that would lead you up to your apartment again. “Then let's stop everything here. I won't kiss you ever again, but let's go back to the start.”

Disbelieve traced your features whereas you looked into the darkening face of the guy you knew for a lifetime. “It's too late for that, Jungkook.”

“It's not. You see me as your friend, don't you? Nothing more than your best friend who's good for a fuck right now.”

Whatever you answer now would change your friendship drastically hence you went for the best option. At least that's what you thought as the words left your mouth. “I want you, no matter what. More than any other guy I ever wanted. You are my best friend, but we already overstepped the line and right now, I know one thing for sure”, you paused to meet his eyes with determination. “I missed you and can't hold back anymore. Maybe it'll change us, but we're old enough to separate love from fucking.”

Sorrow whizzed over his handsome face before a lopsided grin spread out on his pink, wet lips, a mask forming on his face. “I understand..”

Was it the wrong answer? Why was he looking even more furious than before? Should you regret saying this? No, it was the truth. And you knew that Jungkook was a guy who would murder for a good fuck so why not you? You two already went too far and if you were lucky you two would finally get back after you got what you wanted. Sex.

Just as you wanted to clarify what you meant you were pushed against the door in your back, the tattooed, drenched guy hovering over you. “You want nothing but sex from me?”

Swallowing hard you nodded. “I'm repeating myself. I was worried and right now I want nothing more than to feel that you're back. So yes, I want you, Jungkook.”

“Not enough, y/n.”

Thinking about what he wanted to hear you leaned froward to brush your lips over his. “Let's fuck and make me forget that you left me. Make me feel good and then let's go back to where we used to be. Let's solve everything.”

“You think sleeping with me solves this..problem?”, he chuckled unamused, his orbs averted to a spot over your head.

“I do.”

His masked cracked for a split second and what you witnessed made you flinch. Something broke him into pieces, his emotions running wild before you were pressed against the door and his body, his mouth leaving you without breaths. In between heated kisses you heard him mumbling. “I don't..”

But before you could react you were silenced by his tongue pushed through your parted lips. It was unbelievable passionate how he toyed with your tongue, experienced and perfected throughout the years of him fucking around. And tonight you would get what you dreamed of, slightly anxious how it would change your friendship, but you were more than content that nothing bad will lead out of sleeping with him and if you two were really lucky everything would be the same as it was before Yoongi broke up with you and you looked for a replacement. And now it was Jungkook who you found to free your mind.

“L-let's go upstairs”, you tried to press the words through his kisses, pushing him slightly away to open the door. Your fingers shook as you shoved the keys back into your pants, rushing up the stairs with Jungkook following you on your heels.

The moment the door fell in it's lock you were turned around to face the young man behind you, his tattooed arms freed as he pulled the hoodie over his head. His skin was ice cold from the drenched cloth as your hands wandered over his bare torso for the first time. Jungkook was ethereal with his raven hair damp, his abs and toned chest shown for your display. And those beautiful tattoos on his skin dancing in the dim light that still lighted the hall from across your living room. Ornaments lining from over his shoulders to his chest you never knew of got you excited, beaming from his raw sexuality.

“Wanna stare at me or fuck?”, Jungkook's voice was laced with impatience and lust.

“Eager?”, you tried to tease, but the hoped effect didn't occur as he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you against his naked upper body, instead of grinning smugly like he used to. His cold hands lifted the hem of your soaked shirt, throwing it on his hoodie beside his shoes.

Shaking his wet thatch he tilted his head. “Maybe.”

Ere you could respond you were left alone, the sight in front of you vanishing as Jungkook got on his knees, his fingers tracing over your bare stomach down to your pants to get you out of the drenched material as well. Left in your underwear you felt kind of embarrassed, but had no time to actually feel that emotion because your supposed best friend threw you over his broad shoulder, holding you by squeezing your ass.

“Bed or couch?”, was all he asked, his body slowly getting warmer thanks to your skin on his.

“Bed”, you answered, suddenly crying out as his large hand smacked your flesh, rubbing the spot afterwards. “I like that.”

“Being hit?”

Biting you inner cheek you contemplated if you should give him that much might, but as your answer took too long you felt the stinging pain of his palm on your bum again. This time you couldn't repress a soft moan, Jungkook chuckling evilly. “That's a clear yes. And here I thought you're as innocent as you were as a child.”

“I'm a woman now, Jungkook.”

“I fucking know”, he mumbled while taking you to your bedroom to throw you on your sheets. “Soft or rough?”

Shifting your head you got on all fours to crawl to the edge of your bed where Jungkook stood with spread legs and crossed arms. He was still dressed into his pants as to why you stroked over the bulge in them. “Why do you even ask. Jeon Jungkook can be gentle and wants vanilla sex? As if”, you giggled and threw him a sweet smile. “I don't care as long as it's you”, adding those words you lifted your head to pepper wet kisses on his toned skin of his stomach.

You heard him sigh, his head falling back and you were sure he liked the feeling of your mouth on his abs. Without warning you bit down his skin, Jungkook glaring down at you. “Both then, huh.”

Giggling again you felt as if floating as he leaned down, pushing you to the other end of the bed again, your back on the smooth fabric while he propped himself on his elbows. His handsome face was only centimetres away from yours, his drenched pants rolling against your sparsely covered core. It was cold, a shiver running down your spine accompanied by a shaky mewl.

Your fingers caressed his sides, pinging them once wherefore the tall boy flinched before you slipped your digits under the hem of his pants to pull them down, leaving them on the ground next to your bed. Now only his black boxers and your panties separated you from taking your friendship to another level. A sexual level.

Your eyes were drawn by the way he circled his hips over yours, his erection straining the black boxers and you couldn't help but inhale sharply at the size he was gifted with. Moaning your head fell back on the pillow, a smile plastered on your lips.

“Damn Jungkook, I didn't know you were that big”, you purred the words with your hands tracing over his back to his covered ass, giving it a hard squeeze. Instead of an answer his lips connected with yours, his wet, hot muscle tracing over your bottom lip, tasting you while you started to squirm underneath him, lifting your hips to rub your gender against his. His hands were faster, holding you in place.

“Uh-uh”, was all you got ere the tattooed handsome parted from your lips, his rims glistering in the light provided by the street lamp outside your window. And what you were able to witness was the prettiest, sexiest boy kneeling between you legs. You knew that Jungkook had a nice body, but this? Jungkook worked out, his arms strong and muscular, his abs showing slightly under his flawless, white skin and those thighs. Thick and oh so soft, you knew it. Gasping for air you arched your back as his bony fingers stroked over his prominent length while the other hand patted your own thighs. “Open up, baby girl. I want to see what you got down there.”

Blood seeped through your cheeks tinging them a hue darker at his blunt words and the strange petname he called you, but you obeyed spreading your legs in front of your best friend. His eyes flew between them, taking in your grey, simple panties that didn't even match with your bra tonight. With gentle fingers he stroked over your legs up to the strings of your waistband, pulling them down pretty slow while a sparkle occurred inside his chocolate pupils. “So pink. Fuck, y/n..”

“D-don't stare so much”, you stuttered while trying to keep your legs close, in vain as his large palms held them open, the panties in one of them.

“Don't you dare, baby girl”, he growled before he leaned down to kiss your knee. “I hate it if you feel embarrassed in front of me, y/n. No need to be, you're most beautiful like this.”

The heat in your face doubled at his compliment, because you saw no ounce of dishonesty as he looked in your eyes. Your heartrate quickened, throat got dry as the thought of sleeping with Jungkook gradually sank into you. Fuck, you were happy. With adrenalin coursing through your body you sat up to take Jungkook's face into your hands this time, leaving him speechless as you began to nibble on his lower lip. Your bare core slid further in his direction whilst the tattooed guy dug his warm digits in your sides. For mere minutes you two made out, passionately playing with each other, kissing his jaw, his neck, your hands running through his raven locks whereas he caressed your upper body, drawing feathery over your curves.

“Touch me”, you whispered between kisses, no second request was needed, your bra opened in a quick motion ere Jungkook lay you gently on your back again.

“Relax, baby girl”, grinning at you – finally – he pecked your lips a last time. “Don't even try to stop me, because you'll come more than once tonight.”

Excited you nodded with your bottom lip sucked between your teeth. He was right, you won't stop him no matter what. And as you felt his swollen mouth on your neck, biting delicately on your sensitive skin you had difficulties not to moan out loud immediately. Would he go down on you? But he hated it, so his words as you and Jungkook cuddled on his large couch while talking about hidden fantasies and absolute turn offs. Hence you got hold on his still damp locks.

“You hate eating girls out”, you declared, trying to stop him from going further down your naked body. “Better let me do something naughty to you-”

“I hate eating out random fucks, baby, but you are mine. I'm drooling to finally taste you”, smacking your small hands away he attached his smirking lips on your collarbones to continue to pleasure your flushed skin. “And don't worry, you'll have to work a lot later.”

Jungkook slowly got warm with you below him, his teeth grazing your skin over your breasts whilst your fingers massaged his scalp. His mouth worked wonders on you, leaving you shuddering and squirming thanks to his teasing. Jungkook's hands never missed a spot on your body, caressing every little place.

With closed eyes you enjoyed the feeling of his strong figure on yours, his fingers finding your tits, fondling them rather rough. Getting on his knees again he stared down at you, his face showing how hungry he was with his lower lip being gnawed on. “I knew you were pretty, but you're more than beautiful..” A growl came out of his chest while he licked his lips, his dark orbs asking silently for permission to go on. At your nod Jungkook didn't waste a second, taking your legs in his hands to pull you down, throwing them over his wide shoulders whereas he propped himself on his elbows between your spread legs.

Of course you watched his every movement, his long, bony digits tracing over your inner thighs, his Adam's apple bobbing up once. Then your saw him looking up between the fan of his black eyelashes, darkness forming in his brown oculars. “I bet you taste as sweet as I imagined.” As he imagined? Shaking your head you grinned at the tattooed guy between your thighs, who was most certainly the boy you knew for life, your best friend.

“You imagined eating me out?”, you laughed slightly, your upper body supported by your arms as you got halfway up. “Since when?”

“Last year of middle school”, Jungkook shrugged, your legs bouncing on them.

“Yeah, as if”, you winked at him, not believing a single word coming out of his mouth, but your tiny giggles stuck in your throat as he eased his tongue into your folds. “Fuck.”

You felt his lips curling, his wet muscle licking a hard strip from in between your already soaking pussy lips up over them to your clit. Mewling aloud you threw your head back, your arms weakening hence you fell on your pillow again. Jungkook knew his way with making your feel blissfulness by flicking his tongue over your bundle of nerves, his fingers tapping on your folds ere he pushed two of his them inside you. Crying out you arched your back as he curled them, rubbing over your hot walls that elicited frantic moans from you.

Satisfied with your reaction Jungkook's brown eyes shot open to witness every emotion flying over your scrunched face. Damn, it felt too fucking good, his licks having the perfect pressure on your nub, his digits scissoring inside you, causing a tightness to contradict around them. Man, you came fast if he went on like this.

“You have to slow down, Jungkook, or else I'm already coming”, you breathed heavily as the guy did the opposite you asked, grinning up at you with your arousal coating his reddened lips. A lopsided smirk crept on his face and in no more than a second you cried out his name. He had shoved a third finger inside your folds, moving them fast in and out ere he enclosed his lips around your twitching clit. Heavy sucks made you scream, sweat pooling on your body, flowing between your breasts while your fingers grabbed strands of your supposed best friend, pulling violently on them as a wave of pure ecstasy washed over you. Your electrifying orgasm exploded, causing you to let out a salve of frantic moans in the form of Jungkook's name, the heat wandering up your core.

“J-Jungkook, baby, stop!”, you whined as he didn't stop to hallow his rose cheeks, the overstimulation getting too much wherefore you began to twitch, your fingers trembling. “Please~”

With a plopping noise Jungkook let go of your nub with a proud grin lifting his edges. “Moan more, baby girl.”

You did as asked, his name resonating from your bedroom's walls while got on his knees again, lifting your legs off of his shoulders. “Just as I like it.”

Those growled words were loud and clear, his tall figure falling onto your naked, shaking body that still had to cope with the pleasurable aftermath of your climax. Your lover and best friend kissed you with your juices dripping off his chin, the taste of your orgasm present on his pretty lips. The same time your hands dug into his back to press his now hot body on yours, feeling his smooth skin on your breasts, you rolled your hips against his straining bulge. You were certain that he wanted it to be touched, to feel anything down there.

Smiling into another of his hungry kisses you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him by the shoulders and burying his lean, tattooed body beneath your own. Feeling mighty you brushed your hair out of your face, parting from his way too addicting, reddened lips. “My turn, baby boy.”

You elicited the first actual laugh from Jungkook who cocked his dark brows up. “Baby boy? I definitely need to creep that out of you.”

“Try”, you challenged him and right then as he tried to sit up, his paws on your waist to turn you on your back again you pressed your bare heat against his erection that was still dressed in his black boxers. As abrupt as he wanted to get in charge again he let out a hiss, his hands gripping you even harder. “Relax, Jungkook”, you imitated his own words. “I'll make you feel good.”

Swallowing hard he bit down his lower lip, nervously chewing on it as you rocked your hips over his throbbing length.

“You want me?”

“Take your time, baby girl”, smirking Jungkook lay back, his fingers drawing symbols on your upper body while you moved your ass and pussy over his cock. “Just like that..”

Before you knew it your body was covered by goosebumps, Jungkook's melodic, low moans filling the room. You had heard those pretty sounds a couple of weeks ago and found them as addicting as his touches and kisses, wanted to hear him lose his mind whilst you fucked him senseless. And you knew that it was hard to get him to the point where he lost himself in you, if it was even possible.

Stopping to roll against him you crawled off of him, down his legs to help him out of his underwear. His dick was amazing, the prettiest you have ever seen – if a dick could be pretty. He was thick and perfectly built with a pink, round tip and not a single hair surrounding it, a slick string of precum connecting his swollen, throbbing head with his skin underneath his belly button. Inhaling sharply you couldn't avert your gaze, your shaking index finger stroking teasingly slow over his entire length.

“I never said this, but boy, your dick is pretty”, you snickered, eyes flying over to the face of the guy whose penis you watched in astonishment. The sight made you halt. Jungkook watched you in awe, his lips curling into a soft smile that showed how much he actually loved what he was seeing. The faster you could you avoided looking at him again, leaning down to erase the way too intimate expressions brushing over his angelic face. “S-stop smiling so much”, you muttered, your lips meeting the heat of his cock. You stayed in that position, inhaling his manly scent before you gifted it with licks and kisses, making out with his angry head as to why the guy beneath you let out a couple of hisses.

“Y/n, baby girl, don't tease me”, Jungkook whimpered, a disconcerting sound for your ears. Jeon Jungkook didn't whimper, whine or begged. At least not in your imagination hence your gaze wandered to his face. His eyes were half closed, but always watching you, his hands grabbing the sheets whereas he bit down his lip that was unhealthily supplied with blood.

Don't tease, huh? Just a bit, so you swore as your fingers bumped his cock, tracing over the vein lining his pretty length. Lewd, slick sounds were heard as you jerked him, your tongue stuck out to give his with precum pooled tip kitten licks that drove him seemingly insane. Jungkook's muscles flexed and he squirmed violently beneath your evil touches.

“You like it, baby boy?”

“Don't call me that”, he pressed the words out of gritted teeth, a menacing glance shot your way. “Just fucking suck or ride, baby!”

Baby. It turned you on if he called you a petname.

The angel you were you took his head in your mouth, sucking on it deliciously slow, licking stripe after stripe over his cock before you left a wet trail up his abs, biting them again to leave a mark. Your attention was drawn by his heaving chest, granting it with a lot more pervy kisses, bruising it until Jungkook had enough of your teasing, pulling you up to lay his strong hand in your neck, hungrily making out with you while his free hand smacked your ass.

“Condom!”, you nearly shouted the words as you were enlightened that he had fucked more girls than your company had employees.

“No need, baby girl. You're the second I fuck without”, Jungkook mumbled the words against your lips. “Promise.”

“Fuck, really?”, you tried to hold back a smile. “I believe everything you say, Jungkook.” He never lied to you. Not as a child and furthermore never after his parents left him in your hands as to why you had no problem to believe his words right now. “Lucky you, I'm on the pill.”

Without another phrase you were hastily put in position above his pulsating cock. Now or never, you thought as your heartbeat increased, fluttering in excitement and lust.

His pink tip met your soaked folds, your mouths never stopping as you gradually eased yourself on his cock. Moaning into each other's wet caves your movements came to a halt, his dick buried deep inside you. It was done, the next level reached, no turning back now.

“Move!”, the tattooed handsome cried out in a loud whimper, his fingers harshly gripping your hips to animate you to finally rock your hips and pleasure him. “Fuck, y/n! You're too damn warm..ah.”

This is what got you to roll your hips against his, feeling his thick length hitting your tightening walls and the sweet spot no man had reached until now. His moans and breathy voice topping your carnal libido.

You were torn to watch his face falter in bliss or to close your eyes to intensify your own friction. Throwing your head in your neck, your hands on his toned chest supporting your bouncing body you let go of every thought clouding your mind, getting lost in the atrocious delectation you felt by fucking your best friend. Erotically circling your hips you heard nothing but Jungkook's febrile, greedy moans fuelling your craving to get to your second high. And thanks to the friction provided by your nub rubbing over his lower stomach and the cock tracing over and over against your sweet spot it slowly built inside you again.

“Faster, baby girl”, Jungkook hissed as you bounced higher, his hands cupping your breasts to fondle them, to play with your nipples until you were a panting mess, unable to move anymore. “Come on, y/n. Make yourself come.”

“I ca-can't”, you whined, drops of sweat flowing over your stomach, dripping on your friend's skin to mix with his own glistering saltiness.

Not content with your answer Jungkook growled, his thumb pressing on your clitoris, rubbing it harshly.

“Fuck fuck fuck”, you screamed, holding onto his shoulders as your stopped all movements, his dick inside you vibrating as he started to circle his hips on his own from below you whereas his thumb got you a second time. Your high exploded the moment the handsome man beneath you brushed your hair out of your sweaty, red face, smiling up to you.

“Look at me, y/n”, his voice was whispering the command, his fingers delicately caressing your cheek as you began to twitch. You came. Hard. Heat boiling your blood, your pussy contradicting strongly around Jungkook's dick. Trembling harder than before you fell face down on your best friend, your face buried in the crook of his neck, your breasts pressing against his with every panting that heaved your chest.

Your lips parted to gift his warm skin with feathery kisses, gently sucking in the spots on his neck you found out he loved, tiny gasps signalling you whenever you were on the right spot. But you had no more than mere seconds ere his arm surrounded your waist, his free hand smacking your ass, grabbing the wobbling flesh to lift you up, throwing you onto the mattress.

With trembling fingers you wiped away a trickle of saliva whilst getting rid of the strands in your face. Jungkook was still deep inside your folds, ready to chase his own climax as he lay his hands on either side of your head, groaning as he positioned his knees and started to thrust his erection in and out of you.

“Jungkook..ah..”, you cried out, his down low area stroking over your sensitive nub with every fast motion of his godlike hips. He didn't care, his speed increasing.

“I'm close, my baby”, his voice was loud, growling before he closed his chocolate orbs, the same indentation forming between his eyebrows as he kissed you in the icy rain. “Fuck, look at me.”

Your nails scratched over his back, your legs still wrapped around his hips whilst you pressed him deeper inside with every pound. Jungkook was very close, his perfectly controlled, experienced rolls against your core becoming sloppier, sluggishly meeting your heat.

“Y/n..”, whining your name he straightened himself to grab you by your legs, getting the full view of your bouncing curves and your reddened face. Not leaving you out of his view for a brief moment you heard the most arousing moan in your life. His lips parted while spurts of his white seeds shot into you, his black eyes never wavering. His abs flexed in the sparsely lighted room, sweat drenching his body ere he fell on his arms. Your stroked the raven strands out of his forehead.

“You're amazing, baby boy”, you teased with a grin curling your wet lips.

“Yah!”, a tiny chuckle fell from his own whereas Jungkook's sticky forehead met yours, his dark oculars piercing yours. “I'm not so small anymore..” His melodic voice got low, his lids closing as he kissed you sensually. Pressing his sweaty, lean and naked body on your own he stroked your head, taking his time whilst you drew circles on his back. He was an amazing kisser, taking his time to explore every spot on and in your mouth, but never giving up the control.

You felt amazing, high from sex. A disappointed sound left your mouth accompanied by a pout as Jungkook parted from you to kneel between your legs, pulling out of your coated folds. His cock was soft again, a state you had last seen him in as a child and your mouth watered. Ignoring the mess you made on the sheets by sitting up you leaned forward to brush your lips over his swollen, deeply red mouth.

Your legs wobbled heavily as you tried to stand up to get a glass of water for the both of you, falling back onto the bed if there wasn't the panting young man with the ethereal tattoos who caught you midway, pulling you on his lap.

“Where are you going, baby?”, his breathy voice whispered near your ear, taking your lobe in between his teeth, grazing your soft, vulnerable skin. “Tired already?”

Getting ultimate goosebumps you shifted on his lap, turning to the side to look into the heated face of the man you just had sex with. A smug smirk turned his pretty mouth's edges high, his orbs laced with a challenge that would lead into a few more rounds of heated sex.

“Get in on with, baby boy”, you giggled, but the noises got stuck in your throat as Jungkook lifted you up with his strong, painted arms to throw you on the messy sheets, a move that you witnessed often this special night.

“Ass up, baby girl. And don't you dare turn around this time.”

He stared at your bedroom's ceiling, his arms folded under his head while he waited for you to return, freshly showered and smelling like an angel. What had he done. Why.

“Aw shit.”

Groaning Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to find a reason why he had slept with you. Because you can't resist her, the usual voice in his head told him, invisibly nodding at him with a knowing expression.

“I can!”

You can't and you fucking know that.

“Shut up”, he growled the words, quiet not to be suspicious as he heard the bathroom's door unlock and the light-footed steps of your bare feet dancing over the floor towards your bedroom where he waited for you.

Jungkook's eyes would never get used to the sight of you in nothing but a shirt, your nice legs shown, your hair just a bit blown dry, a shy smile plastered on your swollen lips. Those lips he were able to kiss, and those lips who kissed him. Fuck, how could he get aroused by thinking about the unmatching, cute underwear you wore? It was ridiculous how perfect you looked in the grey, simple panties and this polka dot bra. He felt the urge to moan in bliss as you bend down to collect the drenched clothes to throw them into an empty basket.

“My legs hurt”, you chatted while cleaning the floor. “I bet I can't stand, not to mention, walk tomorrow!”, you shot him a smirk he had never seen on your innocent looking, delicate face. Sneaky and telling him secrets no one else was allowed to know.

Rubbing over his tired face Jungkook sat up, the blanket thrown over his naked lap. How was he supposed to act? He just fucking had sex with you! It was for sure that he had to be the happiest man alive, but he wasn't.

“Why don't you come here, y/n?”, replacing his true emotions by the mask he had built over the years he gestured to join him beside him in the warm bed of yours.

Contemplating to leave the work to the next morning you finally shrugged your shoulders, climbing back into your side of the bed, snuggling up beside his naked body.

Even though he didn't want to, he just had to ask. “Problems solved?”

You made a sound that signalled him you thought about the question whilst you leaned your head on his shoulder. How was he able to resist you?

“Not sure, but it feels a lot better than a few hours ago and also”, you pecked his skin, the hair on his neck standing straight immediately, “I feel great. After weeks, I don't care what the bastard Yoongi is doing and how to get over him. Thank you, Jungkook. I think we can go back to the start step by step”, your voice traced off until you whispered the last couple of words, separating yourself from him to meet his eyes. “How about you?”

Although he heard the worry in your soft voice he knew that the truth would ruin you again. And this was the last thing he wanted. Seeing you broken once was enough for a year hence he faked a lopsided, smug grin he granted you with on a daily basis.

“You're really worrying about me? Y/n, I'm fine, okay? Had a hard week,” Years, “but it's good after..you know?” Liar. Scolding the voice inside his mind he winked at you, wrapping his arm around your small, fragile shoulders not to have to look into your beaming face.

You bit your bottom lip, your round eyes staring into his and he felt as if his heart clenched around the emptiness he got used to. “I missed you and am so damn glad you're back”, you lay your forehead against his and he felt the sudden urge to pull you in for a kiss he got addicted to. But he wasn't allowed.

“Go to sleep, y/n”, his hands pushed you away tenderly.

“I will and so do you”, with a gorgeous smile you kissed his cheek, the sweetness on your lips exchanged by a cocky grin. “I knew girls were all over you, but boy, it was mind blowing.”

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at your remark, pulling you in from behind a last time before he placed your body beside him, pulling the blanket over your bodies. “Sleep, you stupid girl”, flicking your forehead you pouted, turning around with a snicker.

God, how he wanted you to be his. He would kill for you, but you saw nothing but a fucking friend in him. Pain struck his heart, his eyes pressing shut whilst he positioned himself behind you, breathing in the flowery scent of your hair provided by your recent shower. Minutes passed like hours as he was still wide awake even though his bones ached for a rest after all the sex and insomnia the last days. If he could turn back time he would want to get back to the moment the first faint feelings for you started to evolve, but he couldn't hence he was stuck where he stood. But was it really how he wanted to go on? Having more than a crush on you for the rest of his life?

A heavy, big sigh fell from his lips as his arm pulled you closer against his bare body. The tiny sound coming out of your parted lips was enough for an answer, his head falling back, repressing an unamused laugh. He was stuck and wouldn't do a fucking thing to change that, not as long as you directly rejected him, which would never happen, because he hadn't planned to confess any time soon anyway.

Breathing in a deep gust of your addicting scent he kissed your hair, hearing your steady breathing as you slept so peacefully in his arms. Had he ever told you his feelings in any way? He hadn't, wherefore the next whispered words not to wake you up felt like a hit in the face.

“Why don't you love me back, my pretty baby?”

Anxiety and shock filled your whole body, your limbs cramping as your eyes shot open because of the words your best friend casually whispered into the dark, certainly thinking you fell asleep.

Which you didn't.

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[HR] The Cabin in the Pines (Wrote this for a college creative writing class last year - first time trying my hand at creative writing!)

She’s trapped. Curled into a fetal position. Wherever she is, the space is so small she can’t extend her hands or feet. She tries to scream for help but she can’t make sound come out of her mouth. There’s a faint smell of exhaust. Then, the space is gone in a flash of white like a cutscene in a movie. In its place a long, paved road in disrepair. Tall thin pine trees form a single row along each side of the road. Another flash and she’s surrounded by the same tall thin pines, now dense; reddish pine needles cover the ground all around her. She can’t see anyone, but somehow feels as if she is being followed. Scared, she tries to run, but her legs move like they’re stuck in thick molasses. Another flash. Now she’s in a library, or is it a book store? She’s standing between rows of books. She is jolted awake by the sound of a dog barking.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Eisenhower!” Lucy admonished blearily, lobbing a pillow at the lower left quadrant of her bed where her blue merle Corgi always slept. The barking ceased as the pillow hit Eisenhower square on his stumpy little hind legs. Eisenhower looked at his attacker reproachfully, then plopped his head down and closed his eyes. Eisenhower was not the name that Lucy would have chosen. Her ex-fiancé was a major US history buff. He had also wanted a German Shepherd that could guard their house. Lucy wanted a Corgi. In a compromise, they had brought home Eisenhower as a puppy. Lucy often shortened this to Howie. When her fiancé left her for another woman eight months ago, Lucy kept Howie. Eisenhower was, as she often said, the only man in her life that could be relied on.

Lucy slapped at her nightstand until she felt her iPhone. She pressed the side button and tilted the screen toward her. 0445. Christ, she thought, might as well just be awake now. She tossed back her top sheet and comforter. They were damp with a cold sweat. She had been having this dream off-and-on for about six months now. Sometimes it was the same, sometimes slightly different. But always trapped in a space, always the pines. What struck her the most was the smell of exhaust; she had never recollected being able to smell in a dream before. Rolling out of bed, she flipped the light on her nightstand and promptly remade her bed. Lucy was fastidiously tidy and organized. Everything had its place. Even Eisenhower had his place, which was a plush doggy bed at the foot of her own. Eisenhower had obviously disagreed with the fact that this was where he was supposed to sleep, and Lucy had long since given up on that battle. In all honesty, she didn’t mind sharing her bed with her little man. It’s not as if the king-sized mattress was being well-utilized anymore, anyways.

She slipped her feet into slippers which she always kept tucked underneath her bed, and padded sleepily down the wooden floor of the small upstairs hallway toward the bathroom. Eisenhower jumped off the bed and followed, his nails tippy-tapping on the wood behind her. A floorboard creaked underneath her right foot. That floorboard always creaked. She kept meaning to get it replaced, but had become accustomed to the noise, and it was oddly comforting. Those little perturbances give a home personality; they are the kinds things that you remember fondly about your old home after you move. She flipped on the bathroom light and closed the door, leaving Eisenhower in the hallway. She turned the faucet handle and started the shower, unbuttoned her pajama top and slipped off the bottoms, and placed them folded on the seat of the toilet. Keeping the water cool, she pulled back the curtain and stepped over the edge of the clawfoot tub. She showered quickly, a quick rinse. She always had a quick rinse before her morning run, and then took a longer shower after breakfast. Feeling more awake after the cool shower, she grabbed a towel and hastily dried her sun-streaked brown hair and then toweled off the rest. She had a cute but forgettable face and the slim, toned build of a runner. Almost too skinny, but still healthy. Her skin was faintly olive, and her feet were much too large for her frame. She had very little body fat after years of near obsession with diet and exercise. She was chubby as a teenager and had been teased, and then struggled with anorexia for several years in her early twenties. At twenty-nine, she had been successfully recovered for five years now, but it was still a struggle to not see herself as the chubby girl of her youth.

Mostly dry, she donned her slippers, brought her pajamas back to her bedroom, and changed into running shorts and an old gray t-shirt. Eisenhower began running frantic circles as she put on her trainers, knowing that this meant a morning run.

“Ready for a run, Howie??” She said in an excited tone. Eisenhower barked once and licked her right calf enthusiastically. She went downstairs, and grabbed the leash, clipping it to the Corgi’s black leather collar. She unlocked the front door, and opened it, taking a deep breath of damp spring air. It was a perfect morning- the sun had just begun to peak through the evergreen trees along her quiet semi-rural street. Birds chirped melodically. A thick fog had started to lift with the heat of the sun. She ran her usual route, a dirt path through the forested area across from her small two-story home. It was a short three-mile route without much incline. She got back in thirty-four minutes, which was slow for her, but a marathon sprint for Eisenhower and his stubby legs.

Inside, she grabbed a quick breakfast- scrambled egg whites and crumbled bacon in a whole-wheat tortilla, black coffee. She then went upstairs into the bathroom, peeled off her sweaty workout clothes, and paused. Her hairbrush, normally tucked in her medicine cabinet, was sitting out on the bathroom sink; not a single hair between the bristles. She didn’t remember brushing her hair before her run. She peered into the wastebasket by the sink and saw a clump of light brown hair sitting atop the Kleenex and empty toilet paper rolls. Odd. After her shower, she brushed her teeth, changed into her business attire, and headed off to work, pausing first to refill her coffee mug and shake out some food and pour water for Eisenhower.

It was about a twenty-minute drive into Spokane from Nine Mile Falls where she lived. She parked in the back lot of the small office of Spokane River Real Estate where she worked. The building itself was designed to look like a home, which she found slight tacky. Inside, her coworker Annette, as usual, assaulted her eardrums with the weekend’s gossip in her grating, nasal voice. Lucy nodded appropriately with a few well-timed “mmm’s” and “ahh’s”, retaining none of Annette’s onslaught of drivel. Annette was prattling on about this man that she had seen her friend Lisa with, even though Lisa is married don’t you know, and that this man’s aura was a dark red which was very troubling indeed because dark red usually means they have a violent temper, but Lisa’s scarlet aura wasn’t much better than that anyway because of course a scarlet aura meant you were a promiscuous tramp and so it served her right. Lucy wanted to ask what color aura you had if you were a dumpy middle-aged single woman with dyed-red hair who smelled like cats. She managed to pass Annette off to another real-estate agent who had the misfortune of being near the doughnuts, and went over to her cubicle.

“Morning, Will,” She said cheerily to her cubicle-neighbor. Will looked up and gave her a slight smile. Will was very quiet. He was slim, with pale skin, a mop of wavy black hair, and thick-framed glasses. He was kind of cute in a nerdy, puppy-dog sort of way, but had awful social skills. She often caught Will staring at her, and he would always quickly look away. She strongly suspected that he had a crush on her, but he wasn’t her type. Annette said that he had a pale-yellow aura, which meant that he was kind-hearted and submissive. Will had been working at Spokane River for about six months as their sole accountant, after it was suggested to the previous accountant that he retire on account of that at sixty-eight he was too old to understand how to use the accounting software and by the way he constantly reeked of whiskey. Will’s desk was constantly cluttered with papers which bugged Lucy to no end, and he had only one framed photo of presumably he and his brother as children, standing in swimsuits in front of what was also presumably his family cabin. Will didn’t talk much about himself.

“Do we have any new properties?” She asked.

“Here’s three,” Will replied meekly, handing her some papers with photos and descriptions. Will always arrived earlier than everyone else and tried to get the best properties for Lucy. Lucy was not the most successful agent at Spokane River. In fact, she was ranked second from last with four other agents ahead of her. Lucy strongly suspected it had to do with the fact that the three female agents looked like porn-stars and the male agent was fucking some married guy on the city council. Lucy was tired of the bullshit and really wanted to go back to veterinary school, which she dropped out of to care for her late father before he succumbed to pancreatic cancer.

“Thanks so much, Will!” She said sincerely. She went to check out the three properties, none of which seemed altogether very promising, and then spent several hours at an open house for another. This one was hard to sell, but would be a huge win if she pulled it off. Most of the people who came to the open house seemed more interested in the free snacks than hearing about closing costs. The last straggling couple departed after filling up a whole plate of snacks. The sun was already beginning to set. Lucy, tired and starving, wolfed down the last few wedges of a turkey club wrap on the snack plate and washed it down with a huge cup of now-cold coffee. She locked up and was looking forward to getting home to see Eisenhower. Shit! She thought, I forgot my laptop at the office. She weighed leaving it but decided to play it safe and swing by to grab it.

The office was dark, and the lot was empty. She badged into the door and spotted her bag by the cubicle. As she walked by Will’s obnoxiously cluttered desk, she spotted a sheet of paper sticking out from under a pile of unsorted papers and folders. It looked to be a property sheet like the ones he usually gave her in the mornings. She tugged at it quickly as one would a tablecloth on a set table, avoiding toppling the huge stack of papers atop it. It was indeed a property sheet, dated six months prior. It was a foreclosure on a two-story cabin, an old lakefront cabin along Lake Coeur d’Alene in Idaho, which bordered Spokane over the mountains. Her jaw almost dropped. Property along Coeur d’Alene is incredibly valuable, well into six-figures. She could make five-figures on commission alone! She thought about putting it back. But, she reasoned, Will wasn’t even a real estate agent and she needed this badly. She folded the paper into her laptop bag and hurried home to let out Eisenhower.

She’s trapped again, in the same small dark place. The smell of exhaust. A flash of white. A row of pines. A flash of white. The pine forest and bed of pine needles. She looks around and still can’t see her phantom attacker. Her feet feel stuck in molasses. She looks up and sees a small wooden shack. Another flash. A traffic stop. All the lights are red, and it’s late. No cars, no people. She looks up at the street sign above the traffic light. She tries to make it out, but her brain won’t let her decipher it. Letters seem to swirl in foreign shapes. It’s written in English, but she somehow can’t read it. She bolts awake in a cold sweat.

The dreams had been increasing in frequency. At first, it was the same dream and came maybe once a month. But these past two months they’ve been almost weekly. The next morning followed the same schedule as the day before…and the day before that, and the day before that. Lucy was indeed a creature of habit. Trainers on, Eisenhower jumping for joy at another run, Lucy hooked the leash to his black leather collar and opened the front door. She…opened the front door. Just opened it. She did not have to unlock it first. For fuck’s sake, Lucy, what is wrong with you? You never forget to lock your door! She thought angrily.

When she got back from the run, she showered, then made breakfast. She was unusually hungry for the morning and made a larger breakfast than most days. She turned on the small flat screen television in the kitchen while she began cutting peppers for an omelet. She had the time to cook today because it was Saturday. Lucy was not the type to sleep in or laze about just because it was a weekend.

»…making this the third similar disappearance in the last six months. She was last seen on the intersection of Main Avenue and Pine Street. As always, if you have any information please call the Spokane Police tip-line or the local FBI office at the number on the screen…«

Lucy glanced up at the screen. Pictured was a slightly tan young woman with light brown hair and a somewhat mousy face, pretty but not distractingly so.

“Shit, Howie, that could be me, huh?” Lucy said to Eisenhower, who was sitting at corner of the counter and behaving just as politely as he possibly could. Eisenhower had high hopes for bacon. As Lucy ate her breakfast she pulled her laptop from her bag, and with it came the folded sheet of paper from Will’s desk. Instead of opening her laptop, she unfolded the paper and looked more closely at the property. The picture was of a two-story cabin, old but stately, with dark wood and few windows. It sat what looked like a hundred-or-so feet from a fishing dock on the lakeshore. It was nestled in a backdrop of the kind of tall, thin fir trees that were common in this part of the United States. The picture was not well-taken, slightly dark, which gave it almost a foreboding quality. Something about the cabin was slightly unnerving, but also familiar, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Lucy decided that she would drive up to the listing and check it out, even though she had the day off. If anyone else caught wind of the property, she risked losing out on a huge commission.

Lucy finished up her breakfast, hopped in the shower, and dressed. She opted for a pair of old jeans and a slightly-too-large and faded yellow sweatshirt that said Camp Winnepaka. Winnepaka was the summer camp that she used to go to as a girl, and later became a counselor for. She got that sweatshirt when she was seventeen; it still fit, but much less snugly than before. It was there that she had her first short relationship with a boy named Trevor. He was a sad, quiet boy, but sweet. He committed suicide two years later. As Lucy started out the door, Eisenhower began whining incessantly, and then barking at her.

“Oh, it’s okay Howie, I’ll be back in a few hours! Then we’ll go to your favorite park. Okay?” Lucy said. Eisenhower was not convinced. Lucy fetched him a rawhide bone from the cabinet to keep him busy, and put it to his nose. Eisenhower sniffed it, then looked back at Lucy and resumed whining pitifully. She set the bone down and gave him a bemused look. “Okay then, Mister. I’ll see you later.”

Lucy set off in her old powder-blue Camry for the lakeside cabin. To get to the cabin, she had to drive though Spokane, because there was no direct highway between Nine Mile Falls and Coeur d’Alene. She got off on an exit to fill up gas and grab some coffee, as she’d forgotten to fill her mug before she left. As she pulled into the gas station, she realized that this was just off the intersection of Main and Pine where the young woman in the news was last seen. It was near the university. She shivered slightly, and it wasn’t the cool spring air. As she filled her tank, she looked over at the four-way intersection. Her head buzzed slightly with that weird feeling that she’d been here before.

She topped off the tank and hopped back on the highway, which went over a steep mountain range and crossed into Idaho. She loved taking this drive. After cresting the mountain, on the descent, the tall thin pines break every so often and when she looked to her right she saw Lake Coeur d’Alene. The view was magnificent and never failed to strike a chord within her. Sloping mountains lead down to crystal blue water, green trees as far as she could see. In the far distance, almost disappearing into the clouds, jagged mountains filled the landscape. She descended down the mountain into the valley. It took longer than she thought to find the road she was looking for; something about the dense forest and mountains made for absolute shit cell phone reception, and her navigation was of little use. Eventually she found the small paved road that was almost hidden between the pines. There was no street name; this was unincorporated territory. She made a right and began heading down. The road was so thin it was barely wider than her wheel base. As she travelled down, tires thudding off potholes, the dense forest began to become sparser. On either side of the road, the trees had all been cleared out for timber. All that remained was the single row of tall, thin pines closest to the road. That slight buzzing in her head returned, the feeling that she’d been here before, and with it a mild sense of unease. She chuckled to herself. Her guilty pleasure of horror movies and box wine was coming back to bite her in the ass.

A few hundred feet away the road abruptly ended at the lakefront. To the left, the timber clearing stopped in a thick horizontal line and dense forest resumed. Lucy slowed to a crawl as she approached the trees, and peered into a small clearing that was barely visible from the road. The cabin was there, dark and secluded. Her heart began to thud within her chest, and that thready, electric feeling of nerves coursed through her. Which is stupid, she thought, why would I be scared? Shaking her head at her nervousness, she opened the door and got out to explore the property. After all, this could be the last sale she needed to make in order to get out of that shit job and finally go back to veterinary school.

She crossed the road and walked up the narrow clearing that was presumably the driveway. She felt gravel underneath her feet, but when she looked down she could barely see it underneath a thick bed of reddish-brown pine needles. The cabin faced toward the road, and she could see a large deck on the right side that faced toward the water. She crossed over in front of the house, stopping to take better photos than the one grainy photo in the listing. There was something weirdly familiar about this cabin, but she couldn’t quite place it. She began to be annoyed at all the déjà vu happening today. The wind picked up briefly and she caught the faint sickly-sweet scent of rot. A deer carcass or something no doubt lay not too far away. Not surprising, this was still wild forest, even though it was also prime real-estate. She crossed over in front of the deck facing the lake shore, and looked down to the fishing dock a hundred or so feet away. The view was nice, though the dense trees near the waterfront largely obstructed what would otherwise be majestic. She started toward the house and climbed the three stairs onto the deck. Well, she tried, but tripped on the last one and with a loud “Fuck!”, stumbled to catch her footing, making a woody thud as her foot struck the deck. Regaining her composure, she approached the rightmost window facing the lake, closest to the far-side of the cabin. The window was dirty and yellowed, its white painted frame peeling severely. She peered inside.

The cabin was furnished but obviously abandoned, a summer cabin forgotten many years before. All the furniture was covered in translucent tarp, which must have been used multiple times. It looked like the tarp had been used as a cover while wood-staining or painting, because it had deep reddish-brown splattering on the outside. In the center of the room there was even a larger tarp with larger stains on the floor, covering a huge rug. She pressed her face closer to the glass, peered to the right and saw a rolled up tarp wrapped in duct tape against the wall. Barely visible inside the tarp was a light-tan object that almost looked like No. Nonono there’s no fucking way.

“Oh…fuck…” She said weakly to herself as she recoiled from the window, “That is a fucking human body and that is blood on those fucking tarps.”

Her head began to spin. She grabbed ahold of the side railing of the deck and vomited onto the pine needles below. Just then she heard a muffled scream and her eyes darted to the left, around the back of the cabin. What she saw caused her whole body to reel- the world felt like it suddenly turned upside down. Her legs gave out and she dropped down, one hand still gripped the railing. It was a small wooden shack. And the muffled scream came from inside. She struggled to her feet and ran down the deck, behind the cabin, and to the door of the shack.

“Hold on! I’ll get the door open!” Lucy yelled.

The door was locked with a standard MasterLock. Lucy spied an old rusted metal sledgehammer lying against the backside of the cabin and swung it at the lock. The muffled screaming continued. After four swings the lock sprung open, and Lucy frantically threaded it back through the latch. She opened the door to the shack and saw a young woman with her hands bound to an engine block behind her with thin wire cord. Her mouth was gagged with a rag and taped around her head with duct tape. She was kneeling. Her buttoned shirt was torn open exposing bare breasts. She wore red laced underwear, her pants missing. Her legs and chest were bruised and abraded and smeared with dried soil. Her left eye was heavily bruised, and she had a small laceration above her eye. The blood was dried in a single line down her cheek. It was the woman from the picture on the news story. Lucy had to cut her free, but all she had was a small folding pocket knife that she always carried with her. It wouldn’t be strong enough to cut through the wire binding. Frantically, she looked for a knife or a saw but all there was in the shed was the engine block, a white bucket of piss and shit, and empty bottles of water.

She remembered now. She remembered everything. She remembered the tall, thin pines. She remembered the pine needles on the ground. She remembered the small wooden shack. She even remembered the intersection. She had seen it all before. It was the terrifying place that made her bolt awake at night covered in cold sweat. And then, she remembered where she had seen this cabin before. Why it had looked so familiar. She had seen it before. It was in a picture. A picture with two young brothers in swimsuits that sat in a frame on a cluttered desk. And then, she remembered that she kept a hunting knife in her trunk in an emergency kit.

She turned from the woman to run to her car so she could cut the woman free.

As she turned it suddenly felt as if her legs were stuck in thick molasses.

“Hello Lucy,” Said Will with a smile.

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