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[lookingforluna]

Empty Love: 06 || jjk

❥ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

❥ Word Count: 2.3k

❥ Rating: M

❥ Genre: angst, fluff, idol!au, childhood friends to lovers au, slow-burn

❥ Warnings: swearing, angst, eventual smut in the future

❥ Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood, but lately, things have been off. He starts canceling plans and begins acting a little cold towards you. However, the sudden revelation of your sex life might cause things to change dramatically, specifically your future with him.

❥ A/N: I will make a series masterlist post for this fic soon because I realized this will be longer than my other series! Thank you for supporting me and staying with this story.💙

❥ Previous Chapter: Chapter 5

RECAP

"Jungkook," Jimin says quickly, "it was him," he repeats confidently and loudly as if he had just won a prize. You watch as the look in Jungkook's eyes changes, and before you can stop yourself, you're blurting out a different name. 

"Tae. It was Taehyung," you say quickly without a second to process it. 

Taehyung's head whips around quickly, his eyes landing on yours, the shock dripping through. Jimin's stare is flickering back and forth between you and Jungkook, an unsure look in his eyes. 

One thing was certain. Everyone, including yourself, was ultimately side swept by the answer you just revealed. You were in some serious shit, and now you dragged Taehyung into it too.

Jungkook lets out a loud scoff in disbelief. He couldn't believe the name that had just flown out of his mouth. 

"So that's why you were so quick to share a bed with him," he sneers, standing up from his spot next to you before glancing between you and Taehyung. 

Your brows rise in alarm as you try to pull yourself out of bed, finding his comment insulting. The two of you are standing chest to chest, breathing heavy, his brown eyes piercing into yours, a wild look swimming in them. 

"That's not true," you mutter, jaw clenched as you try to stop yourself from saying anything you would later regret. 

You could tell that he was furious about the whole situation, and you shouldn’t have said Taehyung’s name. You couldn’t admit that the blissful dream you had was about Jungkook because that would only create endless problems. 

"Well, I don't care. You're not sharing a room with Taehyung anymore," he roars, just as Namjoon and Jin enter the room, the commotion waking them up.

 "What's going on here?" 

Jimin is the first to answer Jin's question after being silent throughout the entire uproar.

"Y/N had a wet dream about Taehyung, and now Jungkook doesn't want her to share a room with him," Jimin replies with a smug look on his face, clearly enjoying the drama.  

You should know by now that Jimin can be very blunt with his words, especially when he tries to get a reaction from you. He took every opportunity to embarrass you and make your cheeks flush with his sexual remarks. 

The tips of Jin’s ears begin to turn red as he comprehends the type of situation he walked into. The look that sets in on Joon’s face is the exact opposite. Instead, disappointment fills his eyes.   

This was definitely not the way he expected the tour to begin, but here he was being thrown into an entirely unusual and new situation. 

What else did he expect from the maknae line? 

You all watch as Joon runs his hands through his tousled hair, his lips opening to speak. 

"Well, who is she going to sleep with now?" 

You feel awkward standing there as you wait for an answer, unsure if you should speak up or let them handle it. At this point, you felt like you'd be rotating through each boy's bed, and that was not something you wanted. 

"Me."

Your head snaps up at the deep voice. The statement was more of a demand than a suggestion, only causing an unusual feeling to stir in your stomach. 

"I invited her, so she's staying with me. End of discussion," Jungkook explains, his eyes never wavering from yours.

His gaze feels intense, eyes unwavering from yours. You want to protest and demand you stay with someone else, but you can't find your voice. Your head just nods in agreement, your body taking over.   

"Now, since that's settled, we need to get ready for the interview," Joon reminds everyone as he makes his way out in a rush, Jin following in tow.

 A low-sounding whistle causes you and Jungkook to break eye contact turning to locate the source of such a suggestive sound.  

"Now, this should be interesting," Jimin smirks as he looks at the three of you. 

"So you have a wet dream about Taehyung, but now you’re sharing a room with Jungkook. I must admit I’m feeling very left out," he pouts, only making the situation worse for you.

A glare sets over Jungkook's face just as he lifts his leg kicking Jimin in his side. Jimin clutches his side in pain before running out and screaming at the top of his lungs, Jungkook trailing him.  

Suddenly silence takes over, and you’re left in the room alone with Taehyung. He remains in the same position, still lounging on the bed, only this time, his eyes look up at you curiously. You can't help but feel a little awkward as he stares at you, waiting for some words to fall out of your mouth. After what seems like hours but, in reality, a minute or two, he finally opens his mouth to speak. 

"Your dream wasn't about me, was it?"

Your eyes dart over to him, surprised that he would ask that. No words were needed on your part, though, as the look on your face only confirmed his suspicions. 

"Who was it?"

The short and direct question makes you feel uneasy as he moves, perching upon his elbow, excitement dancing across his face as he awaits your answer. Your eyes are only narrow as you lift a pillow, ready to hit him for prying so much.  

"Okay, okay, never mind. Just don't hit me," he yelps, raising his hands in surrender, not wanting to experience your wrath. 

"Good," you huff out before grabbing your items and making your way to the bathroom. Even though you wouldn't be a part of the interview, you still had to look good. You were traveling with the boys that looked like Greek statues. You needed to at least pretend to be on their level. 

After the somewhat awkward ride to the show, you could finally breathe. During the entire car ride, you sat silently, unsure what to say.

Just to your luck, you had to sit between Jungkook and Taehyung, the three of you not saying a word to each other. 

Now here you were in the dressing room, watching as the boys added finishing touches to their hair and makeup. You had been feeling quite out of place ever since the event that had happened earlier in the morning.

 The only two people you felt comfortable talking to were Hobi and Yoongi, the pair either having no idea about what occurred or not showing it.

"Are you excited to finally see us in idol mode?" Hobi asks you excitedly as he plops down on the couch beside you, his arm swinging around your shoulder.

 "Yea, I'm excited to see what you guys are like on TV," you reply, smiling while glancing at the other boys. 

Jungkook and Taehyung both sat in the chair, getting their hair fixed, while Jin and Jimin were munching on some fruits in the corner. Joon was in the other room putting on his outfit, and of course, Yoongi was on the other couch taking a quick nap. 

"Y/N," your head turns in the direction of Taehyung, a small smirk fixed on his lips as his eyes connect with yours through the mirror.

"Do you think I look sexier with the top of the shirt buttoned? Or unbuttoned? Your opinion is important to me," he smirks, playfulness swimming behind the blue contacts. 

You can feel Jungkook's eyes burning into you as you stare at Taehyung, wanting to kill him for putting you in this situation. 

"U-Um unbuttoned," you mumble before turning away and hearing a loud scoff leaving Jungkook's mouth at your answer. 

Your head whips around at the sudden sound, your eyes narrowing at the dark-haired boy sitting before you.

 "What? If you have something to say, then say it," you harshly spit out, suddenly growing tired of Jungkook's behavior.  

"I do have something to say. Why don't you broadcast it to the entire world that you want to get into Taehyung's pants? First the bed and now this," he harshly bellows, his voice deeper than usual as he feels the heat rushing to his face. 

"That's not true. I never said anything like that," you loudly shout as you stomp over to him, your feet stopping right in front of him. 

All of the crew members have long left the room; their work finished for the day as they check out the interview area. The only bodies left in place included the seven other boys and yourself. It was then that you realized all eyes were on the two of you.

"Pssh please, y/n. I can see the way you drool over him. You'd bend over for him in a second if he offered to fuck you," Jungkook grunts as he shakes his head, jaw clenching as his eyes flicker between you and Taehyung. 

You don't know where your sudden boldness comes from, but without thinking, your hand flies over to the glass of water, and without thinking, you pour it onto his head, the water running down the sides of his face and wetting his clothes. 

You can hear the loud gasps from the other members as they witness you lose control, finally letting your feelings of anger take over. 

"That's for being an asshole," you screech at him before grabbing your purse, pushing through the back doors, and running towards the black SUV.

Your hands shield your face as you hear the screams of hundreds of girls, their voices getting louder as they seem to notice you. Before you even realize it, you hear flashes and clicks going off. You feel the heat rushing to your face as fear builds within you. 

What if they attacked you? What if they saw your face? 

Quickly the driver helps you into the van, shutting it closed before any of the fans can get closer. You pray that questions of you wouldn't arise on Twitter. You pray that they would consider you to be a stylist or just someone who works at the company.

Today turned out differently than you expected. You just wanted to enjoy seeing the boys in work mode for once, but instead, here you are on your way back to the hotel, utterly furious. 

You couldn’t believe Jungkook and the way he was acting. His comments were suddenly snarky and always towards you. He wasn't acting like the best friend he claimed to be. Maybe he just needed to get laid, but you did not need that image in your mind now.

He was very secretive about his girlfriend, and maybe he needed a good fuck. You couldn't believe he said that to you in front of all of the boys, especially Taehyung.

Yes, you were mad at him and wanted to murder him, but the thought of Jungkook needing his girlfriend causes your chest to tighten and a weird feeling to fill you. 

You shouldn't feel like this. It's not okay. 

You keep trying to control the roller coaster of your thoughts as you finally reach the hotel and quickly make your way back into the shared suite.

Throwing yourself onto the couch, you suddenly feel guilty about ruining Jungkook's look right before he was meant to go out. The stylists must have been so stressed having to get him ready. They would have to fix his makeup, redo his hair, and probably give him a new outfit.

You had no doubt in your mind that he was very pissed, but his reaction was priceless. He sat there, his mouth open and eyes wide like a deer stuck in headlights. He didn't expect you to have the guts to do it, that was for sure.

Well, if you couldn't watch the show in person, maybe you could watch it live on tv instead. Getting yourself comfy, you switch on the television and flip through the channels until you finally land on the broadcast.

You feel a little bit better when your eyes fall on Jungkook's figure, noticing that he was still wearing the same outfit. 

It was as if nothing had occurred backstage, and he looked terrific and entirely relaxed as he answered the different questions aimed at him. It was crazy how quickly his persona changes from when he's backstage to when he's on shows. 

"Jungkook," your eyes focus on the boy, his head flashing up at the mention of his name. His large doe-eyes come to focus on the screen, the camera focusing on his reaction as the interviewer asks him a question.

”I hear that your fans like to write stories about you. Have you ever read any of them?”

The lady smiles widely, clearly interested in the answer, or maybe Jungkook himself. You watch as his cheeks heat up, obviously caught off guard by the sudden question. 

"Um..no haha. I wouldn't want my fans to feel embarrassed by my snooping around. I feel like it’s intruding on their personal thoughts," Jungkook says awkwardly, yet smoothly enough for him to pass the question.

 The boys around him laugh at his sudden shyness, and you can't help but let out a little giggle at his cuteness.

You had no idea what was going on. Why did he seem like your old Jungkook here? You were looking at your former best friend — the one who you saw a lot more before he left on tour and before he met his girlfriend.

You were tired of bumping heads with the new Jungkook, and you were tired of the teasing and rude comments he made each time. Each comment he made felt like he was taking a piece of you with him, knocking down the strength and confidence you had fought so hard to build.

"Well, that's all the time we have for today, folks. Thank you for tuning in," the interviewer smiles before the show ends with their closing goodbyes. 

You let out a deep sigh as you realize you had missed their entire interview. If only you and Jungkook could find a middle ground, things would be more comfortable. 

Taehyung played a massive part in what had happened earlier. He knew what he was doing and just pushed the situation into overdrive. 

You could only wait until the boys returned, and you weren't looking forward to it. 

Jungkook may look all cute with his bunny smile on tv, but you knew once the cameras were off and he was back, he'd return to his previous self.

Chapter 07

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[aredheadedmess]

Pied Piper || JJK [8]

Summary: Y/N L/N, an investigative journalist for the Daily Bullet, usually doesn’t see much out of the ordinary; A missing person’s case gone cold, an old case reopened and solved with updated technology, the thrilling excitement when another puzzle of one of the biggest serial killers is cracked. But when an old file resurfaces, she brings back a past that should have been burned with the file a long time ago.

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Chapter Warnings: One swear word, talks about disappearing children, allusion to the paranormal and unexplainable things, this is also a very dialogue heavy chapter. let me know if I missed anything

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mystery/Thriller, Paranormal, Strangers to Friends

Chapter Rating: Pg-13

A/N: I'm back! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out 😓 I lost motivation to do a lot of things, and when I finally got back to writing this, I scrapped my original idea and rewrote. I can't tell you guys how many times I rewrote this haha... and then uni started up again so I unintentionally pushed this to the side. BUT now I'm back and I hope to finish up this series soon! There's a couple of major things that I want to happen before it ends, so look forward to a couple more chapters! I hope you like it! 😊

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6 September, 20XX

It shouldn’t have taken you as long as it did to get here; standing on the front porch of the most recent disappearance victim. After your talk with Jungkook, you knew there was no easy way of approaching the subject with the woman. The questions you needed to ask demanded so much from the person answering. So you kept to yourself.

For the past two days, you kept yourself tucked away in your room. You paced the floor, thoughts running a mile a minute about everything that had happened so far. From when you first drove into town, to the heavy conversation with Jungkook a day prior. You tried to find the best way to ask the questions to get enough information in return without hurting the victim even farther than they already were. But there really wasn’t an easier way.

The front door slowly opens only far enough to peek outside; the chain on the top of the door restricts it from opening any more. Martha peeks through the crack. You smile gently at her, hoping she will recognize you from when she saw you a couple nights ago. She offers a small smile in return.

“Hi, Martha,” you begin slowly. “Is it alright if I come in and ask you some questions?”

She nods, almost frantically. She shuts the door, and you can hear the frantic movements of the deadbolt being shifted around before the door swings open again.

“Sure, sure.” She waves you in. “Yes, come on in. Would you like something to drink?”

“Water is just fine, thank you.”

As you enter the house, Martha nods towards the living room seating. You make yourself comfortable as she grabs a glass of water for both you and her.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” You smile. “Please, get comfortable.”

You gesture to the couch opposite the one you are on. Waiting until she gets settled in, you review the notes you’ve already made in the file you brought along with you, preparing your pen to take any more notes. You take a deep breath. Hopefully you can get all the information you need to get your foot in the door in this investigation.

“I was hoping to ask you about what exactly happened two nights ago?” you ask slowly.

“Of course.” Her face hardens into a look of determination. “I am willing to answer anything to find my daughter.”

“Thank you. Now, can you describe to me how you found out she was gone?”

Martha sighs, leaning back into the couch. She clasps her hands in her lap and fiddles with her thumbs.

“Well, it was two nights ago, as you said. I had been home after work for a little while, preparing to make dinner for the two of us.”

You nod and tilt your head in curiosity.

“Where do you work?”

“I’m an antique dealer at a pawn shop in the next town over. I work eight to four on the weekdays.”

Martha smiles at the thought of her work. She must seem to really enjoy what she does.

“Okay. And you mentioned ‘the two of us’. Is it just you and your daughter?”

“Yes,” she hums, nodding. “Her father left us when she was little. It’s been her and I since she could walk.”

She looks up at you, waiting for you to ask another question. Instead, you gently nod your head, letting her know she can continue her thoughts. Martha glances back down at her restless hands. She clears her throat, licks her drying lips, and takes in another breath before speaking again.

“Well, I went upstairs to check in on her, and know her plans for the rest of the night. When I made it to her room, she was at her desk, working through the most recent packets for her classes. We had talked for a few minutes before I went back downstairs to continue working on dinner.”

“So you had seen and talked to her before she disappeared?” you ask.

“Yes. She seemed completely fine.” Her brows furrow as she shakes her head slightly. “She never mentioned anything alarming. Her and I have a really good relationship where we try not to hide anything from each other.”

You nod. There is a moment of silence between the two of you as you write down some of the key notes. The only sound being the scratching of the pen against the paper. Your eyes lift up as you finish, nodding again for her to continue.

“I was in the kitchen in the middle of cooking when I heard the radio suddenly playing.” Her head tilts in the direction of the kitchen. Your eyes follow, catching a glimpse of an old radio, weathered from the many years of use. “I thought it was just Ayesha, but when I looked over, the room was empty. I thought it was odd at first, but the damn thing is so old that it will sometimes turn on by itself. I didn’t think anything of it until I realized what it was playing. It was something that I’ve never heard before. We always leave it on one station, so when it does turn on, it’ll play that station. It’s never once changed to a different one.”

Your eyes never leave the radio. Standing up, you walk towards it.

“Is it this one, here?”

“That’s the one.” Martha’s voice is close behind you. She must have gotten up herself as you made your way to the radio. “I had walked over to it to turn it off, but when I got to it, it wasn’t even on in the first place. But, it still kept playing this odd tune. Something like a flute playing through the speakers.”

You study the radio. The bright red paint is wearing off most of the antique. The knobs on the front have been used so much that the sides are worn down enough to see where your fingers should hold them. The glass covering the frequency indicator is slightly scratched when the light hits it just right. You glance around to the back, noting that it had been modified to use the house’s electrical system to stay powered. Though, when you look down at the wall socket, there is nothing plugged in.

“Did you unplug it?”

You glance up at Martha, an eyebrow raised in question. She nods as she looks at the outlet herself.

“Yes. I was trying to get it to stop playing. But nothing changed even after unplugging it.”

“That’s odd.”

Your brows knit together trying to come up with a logical explanation. Maybe the radio has a backup battery for when the power is out, to keep it playing. But when you glance at the back of the radio again, you realize there is no way a battery with enough power of any size could be hidden away.

Leaning down to plug the radio back in, you wait for any sign of electrical problems. Perhaps there was just a short after having it plugged in for so long. You aren’t an expert of the topic, by any means, but maybe if you could find where the problem might be, there would be at least one thing explained away.

“I remember hearing the stories that the folks around here would say about the disappearances,” Martha utters. You lift yourself back up to face her. “You know, the old tale of hearing faint music drift through the air, something that no one else hears but the person that will disappear. I didn’t believe it all at first. Mostly because it was all of the elders saying it, which you know, sometimes they aren’t always in the right space.”

You hum. Even from the short time working on this case, you read and heard most—if not all—the folklore surrounding the disappearances. Martha meets your gaze, a stone cold shiver running down her spine, and a flash of fear in her eyes as she begins to recall what she experienced.

“But there was something that just clicked in me once I realized that I couldn’t turn it off. I knew that it was the Piper’s music. The same music that was in the stories. I can’t tell you how fast I ran back up to Ayesha’s room. I opened her door, hoping that she would still be in there, at her desk. But the room was empty. As if she had vanished into the air. Everything was left like she had just stepped out to use the bathroom or something. The only weird thing about the room was her window.”

“Her window?”

“Yes.” Martha’s voice is stern. “She never has it open during the night. It gets drafty in her room, and the open window doesn’t help. Especially on cooler nights like that night.”

You glance up to the top of the staircase, as far up as you can see from the position you’re in. In the darkness of the upper floor, you can make out the beginning of a door frame just past the top of the last step.

“Is it alright if I took a look in her room?” you ask.

“Yes, of course. Follow me.”

Martha leads you to the staircase, flipping the lightswitch on the wall beside it to light the way. She takes a hesitant first step. Grabbing onto the railing, Martha ascends the stairs with you in tow. The boards creak under the weight, and one stair in particular screeches loudly as if it were shouting in agony. You glance around once you make it to the landing. There are three doors, one of which is wide open, showcasing the simple hallway bathroom. Martha pushes open the door nearest to the stairs.

“This is her room.”

The bedroom is just about as big as the studio apartment you use to live in during your college days. A twin bed is situated in the corner beside the window, its purple sheets crumpled slightly from someone sitting on the edge of the mattress. The closet doors a foot or two away from the foot of the bed. A small desk, papers and books scattered across the surface, sits up against the wall on the opposite side of the room from the window. The chair is pulled out and twisted as if someone had just stepped away from the desk. Your eyes glance over to the window where a light breeze is gently tossing the light purple curtains towards the center of the room.

You take a step into the room, skimming through the contents of the papers on the desk before making your way to the window. You lean down to scan the frame and stick your head outside, memorizing the view. You can see the top floors of the school several blocks down, and the old general store is just down the street from where they live. Pushing yourself back into the room to face Martha, your eyebrows furrow. One brow lifting in question.

“And this is exactly how you found it?”

She nods. She plays with her fingers as she avoids any eye contact with you, barely even looking at any of the things in the bedroom.

“Yes. I didn’t touch a thing. When I saw she was gone, that’s when I came running over to find you.”

“How did you know about me, anyway?” You tilt your head as you ask.

“It’s not that hard to find a new face roaming the empty streets.” Martha shrugs. “My daughter had mentioned about a woman who looked to have been collecting information about the town, so I had assumed that you must have been a reporter or something. And the Jungkook boy has the only place that would make sense to hold a new visitor.”

“I see,” you hum, glancing out the window one last time.

You step closer to Martha with a gentle smile resting on your lips.

“I appreciate you taking the time to answer my questions. I hope that I can give you the answers you need,” you speak with sincerity.

Martha shakes her head, stepping toward you herself and takes your hands in hers. A hopeful look takes over her features.

“No, thank you. I know that you will be able to help this town. I have a good feeling about it.”

“We will find her.”

“Thank you.”

You shove your notes and dead laptop into your backpack. The duffle bag for your clothes lays open on the bed, a couple of items still lounging about.

“What are you doing?”

Jungkook’s sudden presence startles you slightly. He’s very quiet, you’ve come to learn, showing up out of the blue when you least expect it. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest.

“I’m leaving,” you mumble, still preoccupied with packing to give him anything more than that.

A scoff rings out in the air. You furrow your eyebrows and glance up to where Jungkook stands. A strained smirk is painted on his face. His tongue pushes into the inside of his cheek. “I knew it. You’re just like the rest of them. Promising that you’ll help, only to leave this town in the dust once you get confirmation that we are just a bunch of hopeless cases.”

You quickly stand up from your crouched position on the floor. Getting up in Jungkook’s face to tell him your thoughts has become a lot easier the longer you’ve been here. So when he stumbles back slightly from the sudden close proximity, you feel a sense of pride swell in your chest. Though, you don’t focus much on it as you briefly explain why.

“I need back up. I’ll only be gone for the rest of today, so stop jumping to conclusions. You don’t know how hard I’m trying to keep the promises I’m making.”

Jungkook must have sensed your tenacity as he steps back, raising his hands in surrender before turning away towards the living room.

He wishes you a safe trip back into the big city.

The closer you drive to the town’s borders, the heavier the air feels. It’s as if there is an invisible force field over the town and the energy from it continuously affects you negatively. It doesn’t help that there is a dark storm rolling in over the mountains as you drive away. You can hear the rumbling of thunder from the inside of your car. It’s going to be a big storm.

As your car creeps up to the town boundary, you catch a glimpse of something dark from the corner of your eye. You turn your head to see what it is. Your eyes grow wide. Standing behind the welcome sign to the town, a dark figure seems to wave at you in the shadows. Though it has no distinct features, it looks as if it is grinning widely at you as you pass by. A cold shiver runs up your spine.

“What the f- Shit!”

As you turn back to face the road, a small herd of deer sprint across right in front of you. You have to slam on your brakes to stop you from knocking through the innocent animals. You manage to stop inches away from an unsuspecting dear. It’s frozen in the middle of the lane, staring your frantic form down. Too close for comfort. After taking a moment to catch your breath, you honk, sending the deer into a slight frenzy, and scaring it away. You glance through your rear view mirror at the sign as you start back up again, but there is nothing there.

“Yoongi!”

A head of shaggy brown hair whips towards the sound of your voice. Yoongi’s face lights up as he recognizes who you are. He rushes to stand in front of you, a look of worry taking over his face. He eyes you up and down like a worried mother, looking for any kind of injury.

“Y/N? Where have you been? It’s been a month. Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” Yoongi spits rapid fire questions at you. You both have joked in the past that he should have become a rapper with how fast he speaks sometimes.

Confusion is written all over your face. A month? You had only been working on the case for a week and a half at most.

“No it hasn’t? It’s only been like two weeks.”

“You’re kidding, right?” he scoffs.

“No? My phone’s been dead, but there’s still no way that-”

“Ms. L/N?”

Your eyes light up at the sound of Namjoon’s voice. Turning to face him, you rush out what you needed to ask of him.

“Perfect. Mr. Kim, I need all the help I can get.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, a strong gaze watching your every move.

“Are you still working on that case? We have tried everything we can to help that town.” He shakes his head absentmindedly. “There’s nothing else we can do.”

“No.”

Both Namjoon and Yoongi look at you like you’re crazy. Did you just say no to the boss? Taking this case changed you quite a bit. Before, you would have never faced Namjoon the way you are right now. Before, you would submit to whatever Namjoon had told you to do as he would take over and close up most of the cases you worked on. Some of the surrounding employees must have heard or felt the shift in the air as they stare at the three of you without even trying to hide.

“I won’t take that as an answer,” you continue. “I need anybody that I can get. Forensics, paranormal, literally anyone.”

“Look L/-”

“Mr. Kim,” you interrupt.

Your voice is unwavering. Your feet are planted into the floor as if he is trying to knock you down with his words. Your eyes bore into his, trying to get your message through his thick skull.

Namjoon takes in a breath. He closes his eyes, bows his head slightly, and raises one hand.

“Fine. It won’t be very many, since most departments are busy with their own cases, but I’ll let them know. Min, go with L/N.”

A smile creeps up onto your lips.

“Thank you, sir.”

You walk up to the door of Jungkook’s Bed and Breakfast, bags in hand, and Yoongi on your tail. Before you step up to the porch, you turn to Yoongi.

“Be aware that you may not get the warmest of welcomes.”

Yoongi’s brows crease and a small pout forms on his lips.

“What do you mean?”

Without another word, you face forward again and walk up the steps. The front door swings open before you have the chance to ring the doorbell. Jungkook looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You call your boyfriend your backup?”

You push through the door, forcing Jungkook to move out of your and Yoongi’s way to get inside quickly. The sun is beginning to set and you didn’t want to stay outside any longer after what happened earlier in the day.

“One, he’s not my boyfriend,” you call out as you walk through the house to get to your room. “He’s got a fiance. Two, there will be others coming tomorrow. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

You glance back to see Jungkook grumble out something under his breath at your last few words. He takes one quick look at you, then Yoongi, rolling his eyes before speaking at you rather than the person he is referring to.

“He can take the room next to yours.”

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[evafrechette]

First light (drabble)

↠ Taehyung (BTS) x Reader | Smut | dilfTaehyung!AU | 18+ | 1.3k

↠ Summary: The golden rays of the early morning sun flow through your window, a gentle piano tinkles in the background and your partner Taehyung brings you to your release with just his talented tongue and fingers.

↠ Warnings: oral sex, finger fucking, taehyung is a dilf, nipple sucking/licking, sex tape, post-pregnancy bodies are hot, tae really likes his facial hair.

AN: This fic is 120% inspired by Tae’s instagram story showing off that facial hair. Oooff, my biggest weakness on a man!

"Hey, heyyy, stop it babyyyy." You giggled as Taehyung's prickly stubble rubbed against the soft jiggly flesh of your inner thigh.

You could feel him smile against your skin as he continued to drag his chin along the faint pinky white lines of stretch marks that decorated your legs, reminders of the changes your body went through with pregnancy.

Soft jazz music drifted from the phone placed face down on the side table. Tree branches swayed outside the window, dancing in time with the complex chords and syncopated jazz rhythms.

"You made a promise to be faithful by all the stars above. And now you call it madness, but I call it love." Taehyung's husky, warm, soulful voice sung hypnotizingly deep, small goosebumps rising when his hot breathe blew against your cool flesh.

"Do you think I would look good with a beard?" Taehyung asked, rubbing his chin between his index finger and thumb like a villain from an action film.

"Mmmm." Taehyung hummed as he reached your clothed core, nuzzling his nose into the white see-through fabric that was embroided with pretty little orange, white and red flowers. A long finger curled underneath the fabric and pulled the panties to side exposing your freshly waxed pussy to the early morning sun that shone dreamily through the open curtains that framed your bedroom window. Dust particles floated lazily around the room, past Taehyung's messy mop of dark chocolate brown hair.

You raised yourself up onto your elbows and glanced down, Taehyung was laying between your spread legs, his handsomely soft face up close to your most private of places. A content smirk never left his face as he placed small wet kisses along your smooth skin, when he sat up to remove your panties at an antagonising slow pace or when he finally removed his oversized white shirt and boxer shorts.

Taehyung moved to grab the phone off the side table and popped it down near the end of the bed. He returned to between your legs and gripped onto your thighs, pushing them further apart. His flat tongue licked along your inner thigh, a wet trail of salvia following his movements. Without warning he scratched his tickly chin against your flesh again, chuckling when you squirmed against him. "Cute." He smiled, repeating the action on the opposite leg.

You laughed out loud, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth as you both looked towards the open bedroom door, secretly hoping your laughter hadn't woken your sleeping daughter.

"You could wake up one morning covered head to toe in fuzzy fur and I'd still think you are gorgeous. Aaahhh." You replied, sighing when Taehyung brushed his tongue through your folds. He took his time to explore your pussy, worshipping it the way it deserved.

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on your sensitive nub gently, tongue flicking out to lap around your clit in a circular motion. His tongue moved slowly downwards and entered your pussy, groaning as he lapped up your sweetness. Holding your pussy lips open with two fingers he pushed his tongue in and out of you, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your hand shot out to grab a chunk of his hair. Your grip on his locks tightened when he slid two fingers into your pussy and moved his plump lips back to your clit. Taehyung pumped his long fingers deep inside you, rubbing against the sensitive spot of your inner pussy, getting you closer and closer to your release.

"Tae-Taehyung, baby, baby, ohh fuck." Your thighs clamped around his head as his skilled tongue lapped back and forth over your swollen clit - side to side, up and down, fast and then slow.

Taehyung pulled away from your pussy and removed himself from your thick thighs still clamped around his head. He sat up and reached behind himself for the forgotten about cellphone. After a few moments of clicking through apps he found the one he was looking for and shot you a devilish smirk.

"You are truly beautiful, I need to capture this moment, your effortless beauty. Mind if I film you?" Taehyung asked, eyes gazing over your heaving chest.

You shyly nod your head and flushed as Taehyung moved the phone over your breasts. With his free hand he, with somewhat of a struggle, undid the ribbon tie holding each bra strap together over your shoulders. Taehyung pushed the fabric down, muttering under his breath as your nipples hardened the second the cool air touched them. He angled the camera to show both his pink, kiss swollen lips and your breast as he sucked and nipped at your nipple. His tongue licked around your large areola then flicked against your pink sensitive nub.

As he ran his face across your chest, one breast to the other his stubble scratched against your skin, "Look at how red your skin gets." He kissed the light stubble burn, a goofy but proud smile on his face, "So, so beautiful."

You swallowed down a laugh, Taehyung was acting as though he had a beard to rival Santa's, at most he had a bit of scruff on his chin and a dusting along his upper and bottom lip, but even you could admit the facial hair was a good look. Turning him from just a handsome guy that turned heads everywhere he went into a bona fide dilf. The kind overpaid writers wrote about for their shitty, yet somehow always incredibly popular Hallmark films.

Your hips rocked against his face as Taehyung licked stripes from your perineum to your clit, stopping to suck on your pussy lips on his way back up. The sharp pricks of his chin hairs tickled your sensitive flesh. The contrast between his soft, plush lips and the rough stubble on his face was intoxicating. You were so wrapped up in how unbelievable he was making you feel you forgot all about the camera app that was still recording.

A concentrated heat began to pool inside your core, your legs trembled and your heart was racing faster than usual. "Ahhh baby, ohh I'm so close, keep doing that. Yeaahh fuckk, Tae, ohh, Tae." Your moans of pleasure drove Taehyung wild, the dark mass of hair on his head shaking side to side as his mouth ravaged your pussy and clit.

"Tae." A soft, drawn out whine interwined with the jazz music still floating around the room as you came on his eager tongue. He raised his hand to aim the camera towards your face. Your fucked out expression taking up half of the screen from the wonky angle he held the phone. He begrudgingly removed his mouth from your pussy and quickly shoved the phone there instead, spreading your pussy lips apart and lightly running his fingers through your absolutely wet folds - a mix of your own arousal and his salvia.

"The prettiest pussy I've ever seen." Taehyung hummed, turning the phone so the camera was now facing him. He pushed his fingers into his mouth, sucking hard on your creamy essence, licking the digits clean.

He clicked the stop button and let the phone drop to the mattress. Just as Taehyung hovered above you, the tip of his hard cock straining against your enterance, ready to shower you with kisses full of love and tenderness while he fucked you deep and hard a distant wail broke his trance.

"Ughhh getting cock blocked by my own daughter, great." Taehyung puffed and rolled off the bed, quickly shoving his boxer shorts back on.

"I can get her." You remarked, tying the ribbon of your bra together over your right shoulder. Taehyung leaned over and kissed your forehead, "Nope, you relax babe I've got this."

Laying back against the sticky warm sheets you could hear Taehyung singing sweetly from the other room and you smiled hard, your plump cheeks hurting slightly.

Yeah, Taehyung was the best dilf on the planet, there was no doubt about it.

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[kingsuckjin]

Company Policy -JJK

- Pairing: coworker Jungkook x reader

- Genre: established relationship? Sort of

- Rating:18+

- Words: 5k

- Summary: Eight months. Eight months you have regretted breaking off being fuck buddies with your hot coworker. You were so afraid of being caught with him but now that you’ve had time to think, would it really be so bad as long as you could have him all to yourself again? Does he even like you anymore? Has he moved on? All you know is it’s been eight months since you’ve had sex, he’s been all you could think about. Now he’s looking pretty hot at this office party.

- Warnings: pining, explicit content, public sex, they fuck on a coworker’s desk, public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, heavy dirty talk, brief mention of oral sex and a ton of other past sexual acts like thigh riding and hair pulling, kind of jealous tattooed kook, not voyurism but someone else is there at some point, and finally a dash of fluff.

- A/n: This post is a commission for the ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy Event. Please click >here< to find more resources and consider donating to the cause! Thank you so incredibly much to the donor @lcksndkys​ for donating and commissioning this, you are an absolute angel, I hope you know that. I might’ve gotten a bit carried away and wrote a few thousand more words than planned, but you deserve it. 

“Morning,” 

“Morning.” Was the greeting between you and Jungkook every morning when you stepped into the elevator, coffee in hand.

That was it, that was all you ever said to each other anymore. His smell always floated around the confined space making your mind flashback to what once was before you quickly pushed it away from your brain.

Neither of you ever said anything about it, it was like it had never even happened and sometimes you wonder if it even had or if your brain had made up everything that had happened eight months ago from your frequent dirty thoughts of your coworker. It felt like a lifetime ago. The familiarity of him, his smell, his smile, his voice along with the cold distance, avoidance to even look at you, and the constant wonder of him having someone else made you a little sick at your stomach.

You had decided to break things off… as if either of you were any more than fuck buddies. You knew that if anyone at work had ever found out about the two of you, you’d most likely both be fired. No banging other employees was a pretty strict policy there and you remembered the two nice ladies that were fired last year for it, you remembered it because your boss had made such an example of it.

You had been more than paranoid when you and Jungkook were boning for a whole month, you both had been so secretive even going as far as to have each other park down the street from your houses when the other came over. It didn’t help that you lived with your sister and didn’t want her to know you were sneaking someone in the house and screwing them. It also didn’t help that his roommate worked there too and didn’t get along at times. It didn’t seem like all the effort to sneak around was worth it at the time, but now you felt like you had a mistake.

As you took your seat behind the reception desk and began to put away your things for the morning, you just kept stealing glimpses of him doing the same at his cubicle. Every morning he would put his black messenger bag under his desk, turn on his computer, and roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt up to reveal one very tattooed arm. His wavy hair was usually put back into a half ponytail for professionalism and probably so he could see, but there were always strands that managed to escape his hair elastic throughout the day. It was painful mentally at times having a view of him but trying not to look, it was painful knowing he wouldn’t look back at you anymore. You could still feel what it was like when he had glanced at you and smiled at you, your heart sped up at just the thought. 

“Ugh why are you always here so early, you leave before I even wake up.” his roommate,Jimin, had walked in, looking great as usual but a bit tired in the face. He was lingering around Jungkook’s desk with his things still in hand.

“I like to be prepared, unlike you.” Jungkook joked back with a smile but you knew it was just more than a joke, Jungkook really didn't care for Jimin, he was a bit too spiteful towards him sometimes.

He had always come in early, you both were typically the first ones here besides the janitor. You had to be, your boss liked you here nice and early to greet everyone as they walked in.

“You coming to the thing tonight? The boss is letting us have booze.” Jimin asked him.

You felt like you really shouldn’t be paying attention to the conversation so you went back to sipping your coffee and getting ready to start the day.

“Hey.”

It nearly scared you to death as you rummaged through your bag under the desk for your chapstick. Your body jolted up to see Jimin leaning one arm on the reception counter.

“What?” you asked in confusion, wondering what he was now doing hanging around you with such a sly smirk.

“Well good morning to you too. Are you going to the party tonight? Boss is having a thing to celebrate meeting our yearly product sales goal.”

“I… haven’t thought about it, why?” you were honest, it didn’t mean anything to you.

“I know we have this policy, but you should think about going with me.” he gave you a wink that made you raise your eyebrows in surprise. “We could come here and have a few drinks and a good time, then we could go back to my place and-”

“How about we don’t? We could just not do that.” you gave him a very fake smile.

Sudden loud coughing erupted through the room making you both look over at the source.

Jungkook was doubled over with his coffee still in his hand.

“You good?” Jimin asked him casually and Jungkook gave a thumbs up to show he was fine, even though his big eyes were slightly teary before holding up his coffee cup to signify he had strangled on his coffee.

“Anyway, if you’re worried about someone saying something about us, you could just come separately and we could just see what happens…”

“I’m not worried because there is no us, Jimin. I’ll come, but let’s not see what happens, and let’s not even speak.” 

“Your loss. At least I’ll have Jungkook there with me.” Jimin responded along with a shrug to your savage words before walking away.

You looked over to Jungkook to make sure he hadn’t died because he was no longer choking, you just wanted to make sure he was still breathing but your eyes were met with his. He was giving you this gaze before he raised his eyebrows at you with a slight momentary smirk, it all only lasted less than a split second before he adjusted his black tie and turned back around to face his desk. 

How could he be so casual with a look like that at you? How could he be so casual with everything that had happened between you? You had no idea what that look was about but it had your brain so frazzled. It could’ve been nothing, but it was the most interaction you’ve had with him in so long, all it had done was remind you how starved for him you were.

You looked down at your desk feeling your face get a little warm.

Images of that very shirt he was wearing right now, being unbuttoned rapidly with those tattooed fingers in some dark, sketchy hotel room ran through your mind. 

“I wish you knew how much I’d go through to be this close to you, to be inside of you.” The memory of his words and hushed voice into your skin gave you goosebumps.

The same man who had said that now sat right over there, not even having tried to flirt with you in the past eight months as you sat here and wondered why you do this to yourself. 

Did he still feel that way or had he just meant it at the moment? There were plenty at the moment things that he had said that would flood into your mind just to hurt you when you saw him.

You glanced at him throughout the day as you often did.

You avoided each other on your lunch break, stepping around each other to get to the vending machines in the break room.

You ate at your desk alone while he ate with Jimin in the break room.

Things were the same as they had been, the look he had given you earlier meant nothing, maybe nothing that had happened in the past meant nothing to him too.

Maybe it was all just fun like you both had planned for it to be, if so, why were you still so stuck on it? Why were you stuck on him? You told yourself it was just because he was attractive, the most gorgeous man in the office, but there were just these little things about him you couldn’t get over. The way he stretched and grunted in the morning, you knew the way he liked his coffee, you knew his parents’ names. You had both shared so much of your lives for an entire month almost constantly until you ripped it away from yourself so stupidly. You had both agreed to delete each other’s numbers, but the truth was, you still kept his name in your phone with little hearts by his name. You needed this to end, you needed to stop being so hung up on him because he wasn’t with you. You decided to go to this thing tonight and at least hope for some answers, if you failed to get any you would do your best to stop thinking about him.

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You had talked yourself out of this more than five times already, but you had gotten dressed and ready and made the drive over.

You now sat in the office parking lot just picking lint off of your black dress, not looking forward to how awkward this might be. In your years of working there, you had mostly just kept to yourself… until the thing with Jungkook happened.

“Are you nervous? You look nervous” he gave you a little smile from across the table from the coffee shop. He had asked you to get coffee after work and he could see right through you

“A little.” You had admitted.

“Don’t be shy, it’s just me. It’s just Jungkook, we work together every day.”

“Don’t be nervous.” You found yourself saying out loud to yourself as you gazed out your windshield at the building. “I shouldn’t be. I work with him every day and nothings going to happen anyway.” You hurt yourself a little with the last part. You put a lot more care into how you looked tonight than you wanted to admit.

“It’s just a stupid office party,” you grumbled to yourself before unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, if it was horrible or boring then you could just go home.

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You didn’t know what you had expected, but it wasn’t this. You had followed the signs to the floor that had held a large meeting room, but it didn’t look like a meeting room now.

It was just a room full of people with a snack table and alcohol. The room was dimmed but there were some cheap party effects lighting things happening. People were laughing and talking over some pop music that wasn’t eardrum-bustlingly loud but you still had to strain to hear over. You spotted a lot of coworkers you saw every day, more that you didn’t know from different departments though. You kind of just went and stood by a wall with your eyes searching faces, not stopping too long on any just in case they might think you were staring at them. Before you had left you wondered if you had been too dressed up, but now you were glad for your little black dress as you saw what the others were wearing. Everyone looked so nice and not at all what you were used to them wearing. 

While your eyes were going over who was talking to who, you found him.

In the corner of the room on the opposite end, talking to some girl you had only seen a handful of times. She was touching her hair and smiling at him. He looked so dressed down in his ripped black jeans and a black t-shirt. His tattoos were freed as you had always liked seeing and his hair wasn’t being held back. You had seen him like this multiple times, but had anyone else? He had always looked so good like this, so himself. 

Just seeing his hair down reminded you of all the times you had grabbed at it while moaning his name. Seeing him in those black ripped jeans reminded you of all the times he has made you ride his chiseled, hard thighs until you came multiple times. 

You felt like you had been kicked in the heart as your brain went back to the present moment and saw her placing a hand on his shoulder.

He laughed at something she had said but took a step back out of her grasp smoothly before giving her a small wave. A few more words were exchanged before she apprehensively walked away from him, heaving him alone to stand at the wall on the other side of the room.

Your eyes darted away from him and over to the snack and drink table, you weren’t planning on getting any, but you wanted to make it look that way.

You felt nervous, he looked good and at least one other person had noticed. You told yourself that the lady who had just spoken to him didn’t know him as you did, she probably just saw a hot guy dressed in black with tattoos… just like you had when you both had started whatever happened. He was more than all of that, to you especially now after you had a lot of time to think about it all.

Although you didn’t want your eyes to, they had darted to him for a split second to see he had his phone out… until he looked up from it at you.

He had seen you, he had seen you looking at him from across the room, but he didn’t react. Instead, his eyes went back down to his phone, and yours went back to the table.

Your phone buzzed in your bag and you decided to fish it out thinking it could help you look busy.

“Hey, it’s Jungkook. I see you :)”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your mouth as you read the text. 

He hadn’t deleted your number just like you hadn’t his.

You felt his eyes watching you but you didn’t look up. He was waiting for your reply, but you just stood there dumbfounded that he had just sent you a text from across the room.

“I know.” you had nervously typed different versions of this reply over and over only to erase each time before settling on the most simple reply.

“You look good.” it had taken him no time to reply in comparison to you. You stood there in shock and lost as to what to say to him. You were taking too long because he sent a second text.

“I know that dress. I remember it.”

You had been hoping he would. You had worn this dress on the first night you both had ever done anything. You made out in his car after your coffee date. He had just kept telling you how pretty you looked even with his hand in your underwear. It was hard to resist him from even the first date, you had no idea how you had made it eight months now.

“You look nice too, you always have.” You typed and sent it quickly before you could change your mind.

You watched him run his inked fingers through his hair as he read the text. You could swear you saw a flash of a smile on his face before his thumbs went to work on his phone.

“I miss you.” Popped up on your screen.

Part of you felt like crying a little. You felt his eyes on you once again and you looked up away from your phone to see that your feeling had been correct. You were sure your mouth was open as you locked eyes from across the room. Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

“We should talk.”

“Hey, gorgeous!” Jimin stepped in front of you making you lock your phone. “I know you said let’s not talk but-“

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“How could I not? You’re the prettiest one here.” He smirked but you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes.

“Oh hey! I’ve been looking for you!” Jungkook now walked up with a smile at you. “You found her for me and didn’t even know I was looking, thanks, man.” Jungkook seemed to be thanking an equally confused as you Jimin.

“Sorry to bother you about work stuff at a party, but I forgot to earlier. I need the contact info to a client I’ve been working on to sell more products to. It’s wild, it’s like I went to the bathroom one day and the info to this big buyer just kinda… disappeared I guess. So weird, almost like someone has it out for me.” Jungkook gave the fakest joking laugh you had ever seen and Jimin looked a bit wide-eyed. “Anyway, You’re the receptionist so I know you have the contact info for everyone anyway so I was wondering if you could maybe help me out and get it for me? It’s kind of really important and I need it ASAP. Already asked the boss and he said it was cool.” 

Jimin had just kind of slinked off silently, but you knew what Jungkook was doing.

“Yeah, Uh of course.” You nodded.

He tilted his head in the direction of the door before you followed him out.

He led you towards the elevator in absolute silence and even as he pushed the button for the floor you both worked on he said nothing.

You were beginning to think he was wanting your help. And then you thought about it more in the silent ride and you felt so stupid. Of course he was wanting your help, he had never said he actually didn’t, not even when Jimin had walked away.

“I can’t believe that asshole sabotaged me like that. My roommate sabotaged my sale.” He mumbled before scoffing as the elevator door opened.

“I-I’ll help.” You said but he passed right by your desk.

“I’m glad you said that.” He replied as he walked over to Jimin’s cubicle.

“What are we doing?” You finally asked.

“Depends…” he raised an eyebrow as he looked back at you. “What do you want me to do?” 

You swallowed the lump of nervousness in your throat to speak as you looked into his mischievous-looking dark eyes.

“Whatever you want I guess.”

He lifted you in almost an instant and sat you on Jimin’s desk.

“You know he’s always liked you, right? He would tell on us if he ever found out. You were willing to risk it, right here right now?” He dared.

Instead of speaking you grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt and tugged him down until his lips met yours.

God did you want it. You have wanted for eight long months. You were willing to risk everything after so long without his lips on yours.

You were still nervous but his kiss brought it all back for you and how natural it felt.

“Fuck me.” You pleaded against his lips.

“You need it? Tell me you need it.” His lips moved to your neck as he ran a hand through the back of your hair.

“Ah, fuck I need it. I haven’t fucked anyone since you.” It slipped out of your mouth and got a second your body went rigid.

“Me neither.” He nipped at your neck.

The second thing he had done tonight that had stunned you.

“Wait.” You stopped him and he backed up to look at you.

“I missed you too. Not just… not just this, I missed you. I don’t know if you feel the same but-“

“What did you think I meant by I missed you? I didn’t just mean the sex or your body. I meant you as a person.” 

“I-why didn’t you just say?” You wondered out loud. 

He dropped to the floor on his knees between your legs.

“Cause you dumped me.” He let out a snort “you told me to delete your number, which surprise, I didn’t. You wouldn’t look at me. Plus this went two ways you know. You didn’t contact me either.” He stated as he looked up at you while ghosting his fingers over the skin of your thighs as he spoke.

“I dumped you?” You were surprised by this news. You know neither of you had had the relationship talk before.

“I mean, I like to think we were together.”

“Then we should be again,” you decided. You were tired of wanting him and not having him and something told you that he felt the same.

“I think so too,” he whispered, inching his lips closer and closer to yours before smashing into them.

His hands squeezed at the meat of your thighs before trailing them up the sides, up under your skirt, and hooking them in your panties. Your tongues whipped together in each other’s mouths. You managed to move so that he could get your panties down, but he only pulled them to your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, so close you thought you might fall off if he wasn’t right there between your legs. 

His fingers now slowly ran from your inner thighs to your folds. As soon as he touched you, you unlocked your lips from his and let out a shaky breathed whine.

“I can tell you missed me. You're so wet for me,” he whispered so quietly just for you to hear even though no one else was in the room.

You did your best to stay quiet as his fingers teasingly and slowly ran over your clit and back down to your cunt.

He lifted his slick fingers to his mouth and you watched with a slightly open mouth as he let them slide past his lips and then out of his mouth altogether, coming out more glossy from his spit.

“I missed the way you taste”

His even more wet fingers that now teased at your pussy were making you want to grab his hand and force it to do something more. You were practically shaking under even the slightest of his touches. You were nervous for someone to walk in at any given moment and all he was doing was drawing things out and letting his fingers kill precious time playing in your folds.

“I'd love to make you cum right now with my mouth” he pressed a kiss onto your neck where his face had been camping out while his fingers tortured you. “But I know how that makes you scream and we have to be very…” another kiss to your neck “very” his fingers finally slowly slipped into your cunt “very quiet.” his whispers tapered off to quieter and quieter, so much so that your shaking breaths felt loud between the both of you.

You were doing your best not to break out into full-blown moans so that maybe if someone walked in you could play it off as just talking or something else, as long as no one heard your moans on the way up the both of you could have time to look normal. 

His fingers curled inside of you with his palm grinding down onto your clit slowly.

“Oh God.” you breathed not knowing how you were supposed to survive this. He was all you wanted for months upon months and now that you had him here, tattooed hand knuckle deep in your pussy, his lips on your skin saying nothing but filth, you felt like you couldn't even let go as much as you wanted to, but you were trying.

His hand sped up its movements as you could feel how hard he was now in his jeans against the inside of your thigh.

Your lips squeezed together but it couldn’t stop the small whimpers he forced out of you. You could hear him breathing in your ear along with the wet sounds of your pussy. You were close but so scared. Doing this out in the open was such a thrill but it also made you paranoid. 

“Cum for me. I hear the way you’re whining, you’re so close I know it. Just cum for me. Cum around my fingers, no one will know.” 

You couldn’t stop it now.

You grabbed a hold of his shirt and forced his chest harder against yours, you wanted him closer, impossibly close as you came undone, clenching around his fingers rhythmically as each wave of pleasure pulsed through your body. 

He let out a little moan at the sound and feel of you coming. 

“I missed that too.” He whispered to himself before pulling his fingers out of you slowly.

He reached between you and you felt him quickly yet nervously fiddling with his button and zipper with his hand that wasn’t soaked in your wetness.

He made a show about taking his thick, veiny cock out of his pants and rubbing your juices from his hand over it. 

In seconds he was back in your ear.

“Can I fuck your brains out?” The whisper was soft, his voice was sweet but the words themselves were as hard as his dick he still stroked in his hand.

“You're always allowed brains out.” You whispered back “just do it.” 

You felt his head run over your folds teasingly as he continued to play with you and himself.

“Do you still think about me fucking your brains out?” He asked. You could hear how much wetness had spread from you to his cock with each pump of his hand.

“Every time I need to get off.” You admitted. “So give it to me so I don’t have to keep wishing anymore.” 

He pushed into you slowly, letting out a deep sigh and throwing his head back for a moment so you could see his perfectly sculpted throat.

You missed how full he made you feel while he was inside of you. 

He pulled out almost entirely, the head of his cock was the only thing left inside of you, pushing on your g-spot before the thrust back in hard. This was the way he fucked, pulling out almost entirely so his head hit where you needed it. You had experienced guys that just flopped around, but he knew you, he knew your body, he paid attention, he had a very special handcrafted way to get you off over and over until you were shaking.

One of his hands grabbed your hip while the other went to your clit to play with using his thumb.

“You miss this, baby?” You miss my dick between your legs?” His lips brushed with your parted and panting ones as he spoke.

You let out a whimper as you focused on your second orgasm, his hips were not letting up and neither was his lips that whispered pure filth.

“Want me to cum inside of you, make you not want to forget me and who you belong to? Right here on Jimin's desk.” 

Your eyes squeezed shut and you clutched at the fabric of his shirt as you were once again thrown into pure pleasure.

You couldn’t help it this time. The way he touched you, the way he felt inside of you, his grunts and words were all too much.

“Please, fucking cum inside of me, I want it all fuck you feel so good.” You cried out way too loudly. 

“Oh my god, fuck.” He breathed through pants as his hips pounded into yours. You felt him release inside of you. Your walls clenched around him upon hearing his long deep guttural moan. 

“I haven’t cum like that in…” he panted before letting out a little chortle of laughter “well in eight months.” 

“So,” there was a loud voice in the room making your heads turn and your stomach’s sink. “You fucked on my desk.” Jimin looked beyond angry as he sat in an office chair across the room with his phone in his hand, pointing it at the both of you. You had no idea when or how he had come in, but you knew you were both beyond physically fucked.

Jungkook had already scrambled to pull out of you and zip his pants back up as you jumped off the desk, pulled your underwear up, and smoothed out your dress.

“That's fine, I have you both on video. I really liked you y/n. Jungkook, Looks like I’m moving out.” he stood from the chair and headed towards the direction of the elevator. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to speak to our boss about this. He probably won't be too happy to see you two are breaking company policy.” 

“Fuck company policy and fuck you! You were an awful friend, roommate and you've always been jealous of me!” Jungkook yelled at him back.

“Not anymore, jobless.” Jimin turned back to give Jungkook a smirk before he stepped into the elevator.

With that, you were both just left there.

“I… I am so so sorry…” Jungkook began apologetically and just as stunned as you were.

“Don’t be, we’re too good for this job anyway, we can find new ones. It looks like you need a new roommate now though.” 

You watched his face as a small smile grew on it.

“Yeah, looking for someone prettier and nicer, maybe someone willing to be my girlfriend? I don't know though, I don’t want to make too many demands.” 

“Well I could meet all of those demands.” you played along. “We won't have to sneak around anymore.”

“Yes, please, yes. I uh- don't want to ruin the cute moment, but I think we should get out of here before Jimin brings the boss up.”

“Oh fuck, right. Uhh, we should probably just never come back too. Let’s just grab our stuff from our desks and make a run for it.”

“Let's go. You know, this is simultaneously the best, worst, most exciting, and most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me,” he said and you couldn't help but laugh and agree.

Maybe the both of you had made a big mistake, but perhaps there could be good that came from it. You had him back and honestly you didn’t feel too bad about trading your dumb job with its dumb company policy for him.

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[eternally-writing]

hot in here | jjk

genre: smut

rating: R (18+ ONLY, minors dni!!)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

word count: 2k

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (practice safe sex!), creampie, dirty talk, kinda public sex, the reader is a brat for 0.5 seconds, kinda dom!jk, light spanking, sex in a hot tub, use of hot tub water jets sexually

synopsis: A night in the hot tub with Jungkook gets steamy, to say the least.

banner by me!

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You and Jungkook had been teasing each other all day long. First it was your bathing suit strap magically falling off your shoulder while you were tanning in the morning sun. Then it was Jungkook doing some new strength training workout that looked very suggestive and required too much endurance that he just had to take his shirt off. It fleeted into suggestive lingering touches here and there, and it was no secret that by now your body was basically on fire, begging to be touched by Jungkook.

It was your friend group’s yearly trip to Seokjin’s beachside summer home and given that it was the first time you and Jungkook would be attending as a couple, he had promised that he would make this trip “memorable”, whatever that meant. Little did you know, you were about to find out.

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“We’re heading in for the night, have fun you two.”

With Jimin and Taehyung heading out of the hot tub, it left you and Jungkook some very precious and warranted alone time. The way that moonlight was shining down on you two seem to be beckoning you two closer to each other, but the sexual tension that had built up between the two of you over the day seemed to keep either of you from making the first move.

“Are you wet for me, kitten?” Whispered Jungkook from across the hot tub.

The obvious answer to that question was yes (you’d been wet since Jungkook first peeled off his shirt when he went for an outdoor run in the morning), but you felt like being a brat today.

“Of course I’m wet Kook, we’re in a hot tub,” you said sarcastically, lifting your arms out of the water to show the water dripping off of you, your expression basically saying duh to him.

Smirking, Jungkook rose from his position across from you in the hot tub and walked over. Looking at Jungkook’s figure towering over you, you were waiting for him to touch you. The way that his gaze bore into you made it feel as though you were already naked.

Instead, Jungkook pressed his knee in between yours, pushing your legs apart until his knee was flush against your clothed pussy. You couldn’t help the soft gasp that escaped your lips. He could feel your core pulsing against his knee, demonstrating your excitement at the situation.

Jungkook leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll ask you again baby. Are you wet for me?”

Desperate to be touched, you couldn’t keep neglecting your needs any longer and began to nod your head feverishly, giving into exactly what Jungkook wanted.

The minute your head nodded up and down, Jungkook pounced on you. Grabbing your chin in his hold, he smashed his lips against yours, itching to feel you close to him. As your lips moved in perfect synchrony, you could feel exactly how excited Jungkook was, as his cock was hard as a rock against your body.

Kissing his way down your neck, Jungkook made sure to savor every inch of exposed skin. The steam coming from the hot tub rose to create a delicate sheen on your body, making you look like a goddess who emerged from the sea. Jungkook took his time as he pressed hickeys into your neck, wanting to make sure that you knew that you were truly his. In that moment, Jungkook was an artist, and you were the most beautiful canvas he had ever painted on.

Without alerting you, Jungkook managed to sneak one hand under the water to cup your sex, replacing where his knee had been just minutes earlier. You gasped in response, and couldn’t help but slightly grind against his palm.

Jungkook chuckled at the sight.

“So needy babygirl. My baby will fuck herself on anything won’t she?”

You whimpered, overcome with need and a desire for anything to help you reach your orgasm. Jungkook made sure to make eye contact with you, and asked one more time. You even verbalized your response, essentially moaning out how desperate you were to get off and how you do anything to get there.

Quickly taking control, Jungkook pulled you up to standing in the hot tub, turning you around so your back was flush against his chest. He took his broad palms and used them to spread your legs open again.

“Ready baby?” He whispered with his mouth perched by your ear, just far enough that you were left yearning for the feeling of his breath on you.

What happened next seemed to happen in a blur, and before you knew it the jets in the hot tub turned on, and one was firing right onto your clit. (You would find out the next day that in true Jungkook fashion, he spent 20 minutes earlier that day trying to figure out the most sexy way he could turn on the jets).

You instantly became a moaning mess in your boyfriend’s arms, and you were eternally grateful that he was there to hold you up as your legs turned to putty beneath you.

“Ah -, oh fuckkkk”

Jungkook pressed a kiss under your ear and held you tighter against him. You could now feel his cock pressing into you, and the friction you were receiving on both sides was making you lose control. He took one hand to undo your bikini top, allowing your breasts to be exposed to the environment and also giving Jungkook full access to groping them. He rolled your nipples in his fingers, pinching them ever so slightly now and then to make you squirm.

“Do you like this baby? You look so fucked out right now and I love it .”

And he was right, if an innocent bystander (or more likely, your friends) even saw you like this, they would see you as a red-faced, panting, moaning mess in Jungkook’s hold. Even without Jungkook even laying a finger on your pussy, you were completely submissive to him and his ministrations.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening, and Jungkook could feel it too. He moved his attention away from your nipples and instead brought a hand to your pussy, giving it a slap that had you quaking in his hold. He then inserted a finger into you, making sure the water was still hitting your clit and providing you extraordinary levels of pleasure.

“Cum for me babe, cum all over my fingers.”

Like a genie granting wishes, at Jungkook’s command you felt your orgasm overtake you. You felt your body tingle in Jungkook’s hold as he let you ride out your high on his fingers.

“Do you want my fat cock to destroy you, don’t you babygirl? Is that why you’ve been teasing me all day?”

Pressing a finger to your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm, you moaned in response. Even though you were still recovering from your orgasm, you wanted to feel your boyfriend inside you - knowing his cock was rock hard and probably leaking in his shorts mere inches from you made you want to moan instantly.

“Please kook,” you panted, “w-, ah, want your cock.” You grasped at his swim shorts while your brain was still clouded with your post-orgasm haze, hoping to reach his cock.

As you saw him reach to pull his cock out of his shorts, you bent over, ready for Jungkook to thrust his cock into you. However instead you felt him flip you over, pulling you so you are chest to chest.

In a moment of softness, Jungkook took one hand to caress your face, treasuring the way you looked at him.

He whispered, as if he was worried someone could possibly overhear you over the sound of the bubbles - he spoke as if he wanted this moment to be shared just for the two of you.

“Needed to see you while I destroyed that pussy. Look at me baby.”

Taking one hand to run the length of Jungkook’s toned body, taking in the way he shined under the moonlight. You couldn’t help but gasp as you saw the look in his eyes - they were filled with passion, desire, hunger, and so much more.

The moment the tip of Jungkook’s cock entered you, you both shared a collective gasp. Despite the numerous times that you and Jungkook had fucked, there was always something special about the way it felt to have him buried into you. He slid into you at a torturously slow rate, wanting to make sure you could feel every inch of his dick enter you. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat at every inch, and you were mirroring his actions.

Jungkook wanted you even closer to you, and hoisted you off the hot tub seat into his hold, making sure your chests were flush against each other. You couldn’t help but press a passionate kiss to his lips, wanting to savour this intimate moment.

Without hesitation Jungkook began to drill himself into you, pounding into you at a relentless pace. Overcome with pleasure, you barely could keep your head up and instead laid it in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. Your moans were so loud that you were sure the neighbors could probably hear, but Jungkook was fucking into you so well that your brain felt foggy.

“F-feels so good Kook. Sooooo good,” you moaned out to him. Unconsciously, you clenched around him, eliciting a sinful groan from your boyfriend.

“You feel so good around my baby, clenching around my cock so well like the good girl you are.” He lightly bit your earlobe, increasing your pleasure.

He punctuated his words with every thrust as he continued to whisper dirty, sinful, sweet nothings in your ear. “My good fucking girl. Mmmm. So fucking sexy.”

For the second time that night, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten at your climax approaching.

Jungkook did not let up on his face, pounding into you while grabbing a fistful of your ass in his hands. He could tell you were close too and he wanted to help you reach your orgasm.

“Are you gonna come for me babygirl?”

You couldn’t make any coherent noises and instead nodded your head. Without faltering, Jungkook scooped you up into another kiss and snuck a hand down to your clit again.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me.”

The way your pussy clenched around Jungkook’s cock when you came had Jungkook losing his mind, and with a few deep thrusts, he buried himself deep into you as he released his load inside you. Despite being surrounded by hot water, you could feel the warmth of Jungkook’s cum in your body.

He always liked to take his time before he pulled out, just wanting to savor the glorious post-sex feeling that he always had with you. He gently stroked the hair out of your face, cupping your face gently as he pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead. Making sure you were steadily placed on the seating of the hot tub before letting go, Jungkook slowly pulled out (eliciting a groan from both of you in response at the loss of sensation) and took his spot beside you in the hot tub.

As you both came down from your highs, breathless and rosy-cheeked, Jungkook took a glance at the now cloudy water in the hot tub and chuckled.

“So… who’s gonna be the one to tell Jin that his hot tub water is now mixed with cum?”

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[alpacaparkaseok]

If I Could Lie

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

→ Pairing: idol!JK x reader (ex staff)

→ word count: 4k (why do I keep making these long??)

→ warnings/tags: exes au, SFW, angst, fluff, pining (lol I guess I have a thing for pining?)

→ a/n: 2nd summer request! requested by anon; a photo of your request will be at the bottom. I am uploading this one before the Jin one because it shares the same prompt as my last update & I wanted to keep a variety going. I hope you enjoy!

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Jungkook’s eyes take in your every move - your every breath - from the second you step into the room. He doesn’t try to hide it, despite the fact that just about everyone is aware of his sudden infatuation. You give him an exasperated smile that hopefully communicates what you’re trying to say. 

Which is, last I checked, we’re supposed to ignore each other’s existence, Jungkook. 

Not that you actually say that. No, you attempt to actually uphold your side of the unspoken bargain by ignoring the man across the crowded room. 

You haven’t seen him in...what? Two years? Two and a half? All you can really remember is a door slamming in your face and a flustered staff member directing you toward the exit. 

You’d nearly made it to the exit before Jungkook burst out of the hallway, desperate and sprinting toward you as though you were his life’s work slipping through his fingertips. 

“I’m leaving,” you had muttered as Jungkook barreled into you that afternoon, panting and brushing his hair out of his face. 

“What?” He sounded incredulous. “No...no, you’re not. Listen, I’ll sort it out right now, and-”

“Jungkook.” The way you said his name had him closing his mouth in an instant. He was always such a good listener. “I’m...I’m leaving. I- I have to go.”

He let you leave, although the way he held onto your hands until you quite literally slipped through his fingertips left you with a shattered heart. 

You’d been together for only three weeks before it all came crashing down. Why did it hurt so much after so short a time? The fact that Jungkook - Jeon Jungkook - had come forward and confessed to you was the icing on the cake. As far as you knew, life was better and brighter than ever before. 

But you were young; you both were. Too young, Sejin had gently told you only a week into your secretive relationship with the singer. Jungkook was too young and on the verge of major success along with the rest of the members; a relationship was the last thing he needed. 

A scandal, he’d called it. Because that’s what it would look like. Jeon Jungkook fell for one of the staff members, how was it possible? The world would rip the two of you to shreds, and Sejin kindly reminded you of how quick Jungkook was to blame himself for any sort of mistake. 

For one week, you lived in bliss. 

For the following two, you lived a lie. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell Jungkook the truth. That you were leaving, that you’d submitted your two-week notice. It was for the best.

The feeling of someone staring has the hair on the back of your neck rising, and as you turn to glare at the perpetrator, you jump to see Jungkook right behind you. Drink in hand and mussing his hair with the other, he looks at you for a split second before looking down at his feet. 

“Hey.”

The word goes straight through you as you attempt to look nonchalant and lean against the counter.  

“Hey!” Ok, that was way too peppy. “I, uh...how are you?”

“Good, good.” Jungkook clears his throat almost comically before peeking back up at you. “How are you?”

“Great. Doing...great.”

Well, this sucks. 

Jungkook appears inclined to agree, but he treks on like a champ. “Yugyeom told me he invited you. Didn’t expect you to show up, though.” He gives a breathy chuckle, a wry smile appearing on his face for a moment before slipping away. 

Right. Yugyeom. This is his house-warming party, after all. You were admittedly a little surprised to receive the invitation, but you didn’t give it much thought considering that you lived fairly close. 

Now, though, you’re remembering how close he and Jungkook are. 

“Yeah, well, you know. I thought I might as well stop in. Wish him well. I can’t-” you cut yourself off, continuing on carefully. “I can’t stay.”

Those words have Jungkook’s eyes sharpening, and you know that he must recall the incident two years ago when you said something unnervingly similar before walking out of his life for what you thought would be forever. He nods, jaw clenched a bit and tongue pressing into his cheek. 

“That was nice of you to come, though.”

Awkward. This is all so awkward, you can’t hardly stand it anymore. You shouldn’t have come, but now you’ll be wiser in the future-

“I’m happy to see you, actually.”

“What?” The word comes out a bit forceful, but you’re shocked. Jungkook is happy? To see you?

Again, a flicker of a smile graces his features before settling down again. “I said I’m happy you’re here. I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever see you again.”

There it is; that familiar spark of mischief that’s so at odds with Jungkook’s typical shy nature. Indeed, he seems more confident than the Jungkook you left behind two years ago. 

Perhaps it the long hair that gives him the boost of confidence. That, or the array of tattoos he’s added in your absence. Maybe it’s the astonishing amount of fame and awards he now has under his belt. 

The Jungkook of two years ago? Yeah, he was on the cusp of greatness. If you’d asked him then, he probably would have thought that he couldn’t achieve much more. He was just happy to keep doing his job.

This Jungkook? 

He throws you off balance. Makes you question if what you’re seeing is real. He has some sort of X factor that you never noticed before. 

Most of all, he makes you wonder what might have been. 

It’s the what-if’s that has you saying, “I really should get going, Jungkook. It’s been great seeing you, though. Congrats on...everything, I guess.” You laugh a little too loudly and begin weaving your way through the crowd toward where you last saw Yugyeom. Your heart is beating out of your chest at this point, so when Jungkook grabs your wrist, you’re sure he can feel your pulse. 

“Wait!” 

If the entire room wasn’t trying to eavesdrop before, they certainly are now. Thankfully, Jungkook also notices this and drops your hand a second later. 

“Tell Yugyeom I say bye, too.”

“Jungkook-”

“I’ll meet you out front!” And before you can object, he’s off. Disappearing between the crowd and taking his coat with him. You’re left standing there like some sort of statue until someone taps your elbow. 

“Hoseok,” you breathe out, a little shocked to see him standing beside you with a kind smile. “Hey.”

“Hey. Yugyeom is at the back of the living room,” he points out the tall man, who’s immersed in a story told by a girl you’ve never seen before. 

“Oh, thanks.”

Hoseok smiles again, nodding. “Of course.” You turn to head over to the living room, but turn back as Hoseok gently calls your name. “It really is good to see you again.”

You mumble out, “you, too,” before heading over to Yugyeom in a daze. You’ve only been here for about twenty minutes, but it’s somehow been enough to turn everything on its head. 

Once Yugyeom spots you, his eyes widen as though he’s surprised to see you. You duck your head, trying to get in and out as quickly as possible. It’s obvious now that people are staring, and you can practically feel the rumors swarming you. 

“You made it!” Yugyeom shouts. You grin, waving him off. 

“Yeah, but I have to head out now.”

Yugyeom pouts, but understands. “Thanks for stopping in. Did you eat?”

“I grabbed a couple of snacks, don’t worry. That’s literally the only reason I’m here.”

“Ouch.”

After a moment you bid him goodbye, only to have him lean in closer and whisper, “Jungkook is with you, right?”

You blink, wanting to ask him what he knows. Instead you mumble, “I think he’s waiting outside...”

“Good.” He gives you a pat on the back that nearly sends you flying. “I’ll see you later!”

With that strange interaction in mind, you grab your coat and head out into the evening air, significantly more confused than when you first entered the house.

It’s dark out, however there’s just enough light from the porch that you can see Jungkook’s silhouette. He stands out in the middle of the yard with his back to you, staring up at the stars. The sound from inside muffles your footsteps, for which you’re grateful as you stand on the porch for a moment to assess the situation. 

“I don’t live that far away,” you call out, causing him to spin around to face you. 

He shrugs. “That’s fine. Should we get going?”

You hesitate. “Jungkook, I’m fine to walk alone. What if you get recognized or something?”

Another shrug, and a step in your direction. “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

You sigh, and Jungkook laughs as he knows that there’s no way you’ll say no to that. Shoving your hands in your pockets, you begin down the sidewalk. Jungkook cuts across the yard to meet you at the bottom of the driveway, eyes trained on your every step. 

“Ready?” He asks quietly. You wish he would be loud, boisterous even. It would be so much better than this gentle kindness he’s showing you right now. 

“Ready.” 

The two of you set off down the street in silence, and thankfully the sounds of the night makes it a little less awkward. However, that all goes down the drain as you stumble over an uneven space in the sidewalk, and Jungkook reaches out to steady you, hands around your shoulders and slowly trailing down your arms until they just brush up against your fingers. 

You glance up at him to see him with a determined look on his face as he stares down at your hands. He doesn’t take them though.

“You alright?” He mutters, eyes flitting to your face. His long hair keeps getting in his eyes, and you can hardly see one side of his face because of it. 

“Why did you decide to grow your hair out?” You blurt out, because that’s the only thing that’s keeping you from reaching up and brushing it aside. Jungkook blinks, fiddling with his hair self-consciously.

“I...I wanted something different,” he explains, and frowns when he feels like that’s not enough. “It makes me look older, doesn’t it?”

“Do you want to look older?”

He scrunches up his nose playfully, nudging you with his elbow. “Answer my question, first.”

“Oh. Yeah, a little older, I guess.”

Jungkook nods, satisfied with your answer for now. He strides off, leaving you scrambling to catch up. 

“Hey!” You shout after him, heart quite literally skipping a beat when you hear his boyish chuckle drifting back to you. He picks up the pace, nearly jogging now. “What are you doing? Wait- wait for me!”

He doesn’t, but you manage to grasp the back of his coat and pull backwards, succeeding in hindering him. Jungkook laughs a little louder now, the sound contagious. 

“Yah!” You whine amidst your giggles. Is this even real? Are you actually here, laughing in the street with Jungkook as though nothing ever happened? “You never answered my question!”

“Oh, that’s right,” he says, although you can tell that he never forgot about it. “What was it again?”

You smack his chest, feigning annoyance. “You know-”

“Ah, right. Why I want to look older, right?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

Jungkook takes a step back, reaching out and grabbing your hands. You feel like a fish out of water, standing here trying your best not to gape at him. Is this really the same boy that could hardly look you in the eye when he confessed his feelings for you all that time ago?

It must be, because he’s suddenly looking more nervous than he did a few seconds ago. 

“I heard you went to Iceland.”

Ok, that’s not an answer. 

“...yes?”

Jungkook shakes his head, eyes flitting all across your face as though checking for differences from the last time he saw you. “You always talked about wanting to go. How...” he trails off, suddenly looking down and realizing he’s holding your hands in his. He drops them, and you try to look unaffected by the action. “How was it?”

“Iceland?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice. Really pretty.”

You can tell he’s filing your answer away in his head, and for a brief second you wonder if there’s a folder labeled with your name somewhere in his brain. You wonder what’s inside of it. 

“And Paris?”

“How did you know...?”

Jungkook doesn't smile now, instead looking at you innocently before shrugging. “Answer the question.”

Chewing furiously on the inside of your cheek, you push aside your countless questions and answer his. “I like the countryside better than the city, honestly.”

“Where else did you go?” He muses, looking up at the night sky rather than you. If you could see better, you would have been able to see the way cheeks were burning bright red. “Italy, did you go to Italy?”

“Yeah, and Germany.”

“That’s right. Did you take the train?”

“Jungkook...”

He continues on, still staring up at the sky. He sways on his feet, reaching up to mess with his hair. “You always said you wanted to take the train-”

“Jungkook, what’s going on?”

Now he finally looks down at you, looking a little surprised at his own actions. Almost looking like he forgot you were here. 

“How were you so good at it?”

You sigh, annoyed now at this game of questions. “Good at what?”

Jungkook tilts his head to one side, assessing you. “Lying.” He chuckles a little at the way you take a step back as though you could physically dodge the accusation. “See? You can’t even deny it. You lied.”

“What, for the last two weeks of our three week relationship? Guilty as charged, then.”

“Do you feel guilty, then?” Jungkook scoffs, taking a step toward you. You take a half-step back, still drawn in by his magnetic field. “I was- how could I be so stupid! I thought I was falling in love with you! And you- you left me!”

“Yes! I left!” You all but shout, barely clinging to your composure now. “I’ll be the bad guy, that’s fine! But don’t pretend like you’ve been some martyr these past two years. You’ve been fine without me.”

“I was going to quit! I was going to quit for you!” 

“You’re an idiot if you think I was ever - if anyone was ever going to let you do something so stupid as quit for a girl you liked for a few weeks! So fine, I’ll be the bad guy. I left you, that’s right! I sucked it up and did what I had to do! So what else do you want?!”

Jungkook laughs - laughs - in earnest now, stumbling back. “Oh, c’mon. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I’m not.” You cross your arms, glaring at him. “So ‘fess up, Jeon. What else could you possibly want? More storage space for your trophies? Oh, how about some vacation days? You know, since all I ever hear about it how hard-working you are-”

“You!” He shoves his hair back angrily, which promptly falls back in his face. “I’ve been waiting like an idiot for you to show up again! Go ahead and laugh, I know it’s stupid!” 

You aren’t laughing, though. No, you’re frozen in place as Jungkook continues to rant. 

“And you’re right. Three weeks, we were together for three weeks. How pathetic was I to fall for you that quickly? Do you have any idea what it did to me, when I found out that you’d been lying to my face that entire time?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“You did. You can’t change that.”

You sigh, rubbing your eyes. “I know that. But Sejin said we were too young, and I mean, he had a point. Jungkook,” you open your eyes to see that Jungkook has stumbled off the curb. You’re nearly his height now, and you look him straight in the eye as you continue. “We were so young. It killed me to leave, but you’re right. You were so sweet, so good, that you would never be the one to pull the plug. I had to do it. And now look! Look at you, you’ve accomplished so much-”

“No,” Jungkook takes another step back, and you follow, standing on the edge of the curb now. “No. You...I wanted to go everywhere with you.” His voice breaks, and he takes a deep breath to try and steady himself. “You did everything without me, and I watched from a distance. You wanna know what the worst part is?”

You don’t - can’t - answer. 

“I tried so hard to hate you. When you went to Iceland I nearly did, I think that’s the closest I ever got.” He chuckles, and you recognize the strangeness of it all. Are you really standing out here arguing with Jungkook about going on a trip without him? “I used to daydream about getting calls from you in Iceland, or that you would send me a picture of the view or something. Just something to let me know that you were thinking of me, too.”

“I went alone,” you numbly add. “I’ve never felt so alone in my entire life.”

Jungkook sighs, anger slipping off of him now as he gazes at you. “I would have gone with you. I would go anywhere with you.”

You pause, furrowing your brows at his wording. “...you would?”

Jungkook seems to notice what he said now, instantly beginning to chew on his lip. His gaze drops to the ground as he slowly nods. 

“Sejin told me everything,” he mumbles, fiddling with the cuffs of his coat. “About how he thought we were too young, everything.”

This boy is about to give you whiplash if he keeps changing the subject so quickly. “And? It didn’t change anything, did it?”

He shrugs. “I just wish you would’ve told me. We could’ve...we could’ve worked something out.”

And that’s what he wanted to tell you tonight. There’s no anger left in his words, just regret. 

You wait to see if he’ll say anything else, and when he’s quiet you begin to walk. You’re only about a block away from home, but it feels like an eternity away. Jungkook trails a couple of steps behind you, still on the road while you stick to the sidewalk. 

It’s eerily quiet in your head as you near your house, the sound of Jungkook’s footsteps apparently taking up all of your energy. When you’re a couple of houses down, Jungkook clears his throat.

You keep walking, listening to see what he’ll say. When you glance back at him, his eyes are still trained on the ground, and he’s kicking a pebble along with the utmost determination. 

It’s only when you’re heading up your driveway that Jungkook finally speaks. 

“I’m sorry.”

You pause, turning on your heel to face him. “Why are you apologizing?”

Jungkook keeps looking down at the ground, reminding you of your first shy encounter with him. “I didn’t...I didn’t want to yell at you. I just lost control when I realized that you were here and you seem so indifferent to everything and-”

“I seem indifferent?” You ask, genuinely surprised. “Oh. Nice.”

He snorts, looking up at you with a mock glare. “I’m sorry, though. That was a lot to take in.”

It was. Amidst all the arguing, you’d nearly forgotten what he was so mad about in the first place. However, it sounded like he was more angry at himself than he was with you. 

“Did you really mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That you still want...” you can’t bring yourself to say it, but judging from the way Jungkook’s head shoots up and his wide eyes bore into your soul, he knows what you’re implying. 

He nods slowly, taking a couple of steps toward you but stopping just out of reach. You stare at him, not quite believing it. 

“But...I hurt you.”

“You did.”

“And you still...?”

“I do.”

You laugh, startled. “What? How? I mean, that’s flattering and everything, but don’t you think you’re maybe confused with what we had versus what actually happened between us?”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, back to analyzing you and every word you speak. “Do you not want me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“No, but then again, you didn’t say much of anything in the ‘I want Jungkook’ department.”

You snort, marveling at the little smirk that plays on Jungkook’s lips. His eyes remain open, unguarded. “I...yes. I do. Always have.”

He blinks, clearly surprised. The fact that he was prepared to be rejected does something to your heart. “Wait, really?”

“Jungkook, I didn’t leave because I wanted to.” I left because I had to.

For now, that appears to be enough incentive to get Jungkook to take the final few steps toward you, hands rising and then falling back at his sides as his eyes rove all over. He freezes at you allow one of your hands to rise, brushing aside the strands of hair that fell in his eyes. 

You jump a little when he grabs that hand, keeping it against his cheek as he stares down at you. When he speaks, he’s almost too quiet to hear. 

“Aren’t we old enough now?”

His question makes you stop breathing altogether, as you know what he’s implying. Does he really want you back? 

“But-” you sputter, “It’s been two years, Jungkook. We’ve both changed, we probably wouldn’t even make it-”

“From where I’m standing, I’m still a stupid amount of in love with you-” you gasp at his confession, eyes wide as you try to detect the lie. There is none. “And it looks like you still want me. We’re older now, I mean...look at me. You even said I look older, so Sejin should have nothing to complain about-”

“Don’t tell me that’s why you grew your hair out,” you groan, trying to hide your laughter. 

“Only partially,” he defends. “I mean, c’mon. Not everything revolves around you, you know.” You open your mouth to complain, but fall silent as Jungkook rotates your hand just enough to plant a kiss on the inside of your wrist. You gape at him, watching how his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before finding your face again. 

“I just,” you shake your head once you find your ability to speak again. “I can’t believe this.”

Jungkook pauses, planting another kiss to your wrist before speaking. “I can’t lie. You should know that.”

You arch a brow at him, which encourages him to plead his case. 

“If I could lie, I would have told you that your absence meant nothing.” He steps forward half a step, chewing on his bottom lip before continuing. “If I could lie, I would have told you that I never think of you anymore. That your name doesn’t make me stop everything just to listen. If I could lie, I would tell you that I haven’t been imagining this moment ever since you walked out of my life two years ago.”

“This moment?”

In answer, Jungkook cups your face and leans forward, tilting your chin up and letting out a shaky breath. “Promise me something.”

His hair has fallen back into his face, but you don’t seem to care as he inches ever closer until his breath is fanning across your face. “Anything.”

You mean it. 

You’re forced to close your eyes now, he’s too close to focus on anything. Jungkook’s lips ghost over your own as he utters out his request. 

“Promise me that this won’t be our last kiss.”

Suddenly you’re reminded of your first kiss together. It had been in his studio, long after you thought everyone had gone home. Jimin hadn’t, though, which you found out when he barged in and Jungkook had practically thrown you across the room. You failed to stifle a laugh as he tried to explain himself to a skeptical Jimin. 

He was adorable, and anxious, and absolutely in love. 

And as he leans in now, you realize that nothing has changed. He’s still Jungkook. 

He’s still yours.

“I promise.”

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JAMAIS VU | JJK (one-shot)

➭ Sooyoung and Jungkook just got married when a terrible car accident happened, leading Sooyoung to her death and Jungkook to a visionless world. This incident forced the Jeons to ask you, a caregiver who sounded like Sooyoung, to pretend like you were Jungkook’s late wife in order to convince him to push through his eye surgery.

Would you do it?

alternatively,

“I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.”

Pairing: rich husband!jungkook x caregiver!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, slight married au, (pretend wife) slight strangers to lovers (it’s really complicated.)

Word Count: 34.6k (ONE SHOT)

Warnings: car accident, resulting to severe injuries and death, cursing, blood, JK is in coma for weeks, GUYS LISTEN: JK will be in a car accident and the consequences are INACCURATE. He’s only alive because of a ‘miracle.’ Seriously, the motif of this fic is INACCURACY lmao, discussion of eye surgery, identity theft, FRAUD!!!! OC takes advantage of JK’s disability, FRAUD, FRAUD, and did I mention fraud already? dubious consent, JK cums in his pants, kissing, oral sex (f.receiving) tricked into having sex, rape (y’all JK thought OC is his wife) handjob, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, physical violence, stalking, death threats, trauma, JK is seventeen when he got into a relationship with 25 y/o Sooyoung, so you know, grooming! suicidal thoughts, power tripping, mention of smoking (pot) slut shaming, human trafficking, abandoning of a newborn baby, foreplay in public (swimming pool) unprotected sex, hate fucking??? rough sex??? squirting, impregnation kink, OC and JK banged against the piano. ah. JK is a pianist but i don’t know anything about this organ (IM SORRY)

dictionary: sajangnim - boss | male: hyung - older brother | noona - older sister | jagiya: darling/baby/honey

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Jeon Jungkook was barely eighteen when he married Sooyoung—the girl who he claimed was the love of his life.

He was so into her that he didn't even bat an eyelash when his parents threatened to cut him out of the will.

"I don't care. I love Sooyoung and I will marry her." Jungkook tongued the inside of his cheek, sending a nasty glare to his mother. "Even if you disinherit me."

Even if you disinherit me. Such a bold thing to say for someone who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Jungkook was raised in a world where he could have anything he wanted with just a snap of his fingers.

He lived off his parents' money, not knowing real responsibility. All this time he was inside a bubble made out of diamond.

But this bubble popped when he turned his back on his family to be with Kang Sooyoung.

"I can't believe we really did it!" Sooyoung squealed in the passenger seat, the adrenaline hadn't worn off yet. It had been less than an hour since she got married.

The wedding wasn't grand but only because it was rushed. No one attended the ceremony, not even their families and friends.

Sooyoung didn't mind. What's important was their honeymoon. Jungkook promised to bring her to Maldives. They're on their way to the airport now actually.

"We did, huh. Everything's worth it, Sooyoung-ah." Jungkook glanced at his wife, flashing her his toothy grin. There were sparks in his eyes. "Leaving my family is worth it."

The spark was gone the moment Sooyoung opened her mouth.

"Jungkook," the tone of her voice was rough. Her heart was thumping, but this time it wasn't because of euphoria.

Sooyoung was agitated. She could only hope she was wrong for taking his statement at face value. She had to ask him what he meant, right?

"You—" she swallowed thickly, unsure how to phrase her thoughts. "Please tell me your family agreed to us getting married..."

Jungkook nipped at his upper lip, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Jungkook." She said his name in a demanding way. She needed an answer. Now.

"They didn't." He murmured, refusing to look at his wife. "They told me they'd disown me if I married you."

Sooyoung sucked in a breath. Her voice was shaky when she asked him why his family didn't like her.

Jungkook didn't want to respond to that. He knew the answer would break her heart. The Jeons didn't like Sooyoung because she was a gold digging bitch—at least this was what Jungkook's older sister said.

Jeon Jang-mi couldn't think of any other reason why twenty five year-old Sooyoung would want to marry Jungkook. The latter was barely an adult. He didn't understand how the real world worked. She doubted he could fulfill the desires of an older woman. Jungkook didn't think so though. He snarled at his sister, saying that she didn't know shit.

Sooyoung married him because of love, not money. However, this was where Jungkook was wrong.

Jang-mi was right all along. Sooyoung turned out to be a gold digger.

"Y-You have to go back!" She demanded in distress. "Go back to your family and ask for their forgiveness.You can't live your life without their support, Jungkook!"

At first he thought she was being sweet.

"That's sweet," so he told her that. "But I won't. I hate them. They don't want me to be happy—"

"This isn't about you being happy, you brat! This is about us surviving!" She hissed at him, hitting his arm. "You are a child, Jungkook! This is stupid! You are stupid! How do you think you'll live without your family's money, huh!?"

"I'll find a job!" Sooyoung was upset and so was he. Jungkook never raised his voice at her before, but she was pissing him off. Calling him stupid and making him feel like a boy. He was a man now. He got married!

"Find a job?" She scoffed. "Do you hear yourself, huh!? You haven't even been to college! You are a fucking high school graduate, Jungkook! Who would want to hire you?" Now she cackled, her eyes brimmed with tears, not with sadness but with frustration.

Jungkook was stubborn.

"I told you already! I will find a job!" He repeated. "My friend’s friend opened a restaurant and they're looking for a delivery boy—"

"A delivery boy!" She gaped at him. "Jungkook, I swear to God if you applied for that job I'm going to divorce you!"

Jungkook abruptly stopped the car upon hearing that. "What did you just say?" His eyes darted quickly to her, his nostrils flaring.

"You're going to what?" His ears were red, brows pinched together. He was so confused and hurt and infuriated he didn't know what to do.

"I will divorce you!"

It was like he had been punched in the gut.

"I only married you for money, Jeon. If you can't provide for me, then what's the point of staying in this relationship? I don't love you."

She glared daggers at him.

"I will never love you."

It's funny that with four words, the world he took years to build would collapse just like that.

"Y-You don't mean that." Jungkook felt like life was sucked out of him.

He felt weak. Defeated.

Jang-mi was right. Sooyoung was a gold digger.

"So either apologize to your parents and beg them not to cut you out of the will or keep your pride and lose me."

She was a bitch too.

"No." If she was bitch, then he was a brat.

"I won't lose you."

Jungkook started to drive once again.

Sooyoung let out a breath of relief; however, the complacency she thought she had had been shattered when Jungkook drove straight ahead.

"Uh, Jungkook," she creased her forehead. "This is not the way to your parents' estate. You need to turn around."

"No." He stepped on the gas harder.

She panicked.

"What do you mean no?" Her eyes were wide, her mind was running wild. "You said you didn't want to lose me!"

"I did say that," harder. He stepped on the gas harder. "But I didn't say I'll apologize to my parents."

"Jungkook!" Sooyoung shrieked because her husband fooled her and also because he was going too fast.

100 km/h.

"We're off on our own, Sooyoung. We're going home. I rented an apartment for us."

110 km/h.

"No! Stop the car, Jungkook! Let me go! I don't want to be with you!" She unfastened her seat belt.

Jungkook was alarmed, thinking that she would get away.

He stepped on the gas with more force.

120 km/h.

"Bastard!" Sooyoung cried, hitting his arms, thighs, and chest. "Stop the car! I want to get out!"

Sooyoung's wish came true.

She got out of the car.

Not through the door though.

But through the window.

Jungkook was going too fast that their car crashed into something big. Jungkook couldn't really remember what it was.

His mind was hazy. Blood dripped down his head.

But he remembered wanting to get out of the car.

He knew he had to go to Sooyoung. He had to check on her. She was lying on the ground, surrounded by her own blood and shattered windshield glass.

But he couldn't. His head hurt, his body hurt, his heart hurt and all he wanted to do was sleep.

So he slept.

A miracle.

The doctors told the Jeon family that ‘miracle’ was the only explanation why Jungkook was alive.

In almost all cases, people who got into a car accident ended up dying, especially if they were reckless on the street.

Jungkook was reckless. He should have been dead...but he wasn't.

He was alive, suffering from injuries—well, severe injuries.

Jungkook was unconscious for two whole days. He also didn't respond to Dr. Kim Namjoon’s commands, not even on any stimuli, including painful ones.

Dr. Kim had to declare that Jungkook was in a coma.

Coma normally lasted for no more than two to three weeks. However Jungkook's case was different. He stayed unconscious for six weeks before evolving to the next level of consciousness which was vegetative state.

As a caregiver for three years now, you were aware that people who entered the vegetative state would be awake, but unaware.

This was why you weren't startled when Jungkook suddenly opened his eyes. You were surprised, however, when he grabbed your hand forcefully, stopping you from dabbing a damp washcloth to his face.

"S-Sooyoung!" Jungkook panted, heart recoiling.

You flinched, pupils dilating because of your sudden skin contact with patient Jeon. His grip on your hand was so tight you felt like he was cutting your blood flow. Water from the damp washcloth also cascaded down your arms as he squeezed your hand harder.

You winced, pressing the buzzer to indicate that you needed help. Patient Jeon Jungkook was in a coma for six weeks. He was supposed to be weak and unable to move.

How could he grip your hand like this?

"Sooyoung!" Patient Jeon screamed again, voice low and hoarse. You saw tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"Sooyoung, d-don't leave me! Please!"

Jungkook was starting to get aggressive. His grip on you grew tighter but you didn't push him away. You couldn't do that to a patient who was breaking apart. You were his only anchor, you couldn't let him drown in sorrow.

"What happened—oh, my! Jungkook!" Jinjoo, Jungkook's other older sister, covered her mouth, too shocked to see that her brother was going feral.

The doctors and Jungkook's mother were surprised as well. No one thought that they'd be seeing someone who was in a coma for weeks acting like he was suddenly possessed—too strong and hard to control.

"Sooyoung! I need to see Sooyoung!" He sounded so broken that your heart churned. You wanted to turn away and leave the medical workers to tend to him; but you couldn't. You were stuck here, wallowing with the pain of Jungkook's cold hand holding and scratching you.

"I need to see Sooyoung!" He repeated, sobbing and choking. "Why can't I see Sooyoung? Why can't I see anything?"

"Dr. Kim! Why is he like this?" Jungkook's mother weeped. The pain of seeing her son like this killed her, especially because the doctor didn't seem like he had an explanation why the patient was acting like this.

Jungkook was supposed to be in vegetative state while Dr. Kim was expected to perform a series of formal tests, confirming that patient Jeon's condition was worsening toward brain death.

Instead of that, here they were, trying to calm an aggressive patient. Dr. Kim instructed the nurses to sedate Jungkook. The task was proven to be difficult as Jungkook struggled to get away, like there's somewhere else he needed to be.

You realized immediately where he wanted to go.

"Sshh, Jungkook..." You caressed his hand that's still holding you. "It's me Sooyoung. I'm here...I'm not going to leave you...sshh..."

"Sooyoung?" Instantly, Jungkook calmed down, allowing the nurses to move quickly as they sedated him.

Jungkook winced in pain. His grip on your hand was loosening.

"Sooyoung...I'm sorry, don't leave me..." He trailed off, eyes fluttering shut. "I'll be good..." This was the last thing he said before losing consciousness.

The day of the accident, Sooyoung's wish came true: she wanted to get away from him.

She did.

When Jungkook woke up after being in a coma for weeks, he made a wish too: he hoped Sooyoung would be around when he woke up again.

His wish didn't come true.

Kang Sooyoung was dead. She died seconds after their car crashed.

Mrs. Jeon and her two daughters were worried about you—this was the only rational reason you could think of as to why they invited you to their estate.

"Here..." Mrs. Jeon said warmly as she placed a cup of tea in front of you.

"Thanks," you grinned, eyes roaming around the place.

The Jeon estate was probably the biggest house you had ever been to. Their breakfast nook was thrice bigger than your apartment. Everything you saw sparkled with gold and diamonds.

They're not just rich. They're rich rich.

You glanced back at Mrs. Jeon, about to tell her that they had a lovely home; however, you weren't able to speak when you saw the scowl on her face.

She was staring at your hand, the same hand her son scratched when he woke up aggressive.

"Ah," you hid your hand immediately, not wanting her to worry. "It's nothing." You lied. Your hand hurt. There were scratches on the back of your hand and palm.

Jungkook's fingernails were sharp and long. He got you good.

"It's not nothing," Jang-mi blurted out beside you. She gritted her teeth after calling your name, the tone of her voice made you feel like you had offended her.

"You got hurt because of my brother." Now she sounded dejected.

"It's my job to help patients, Ms. Jang-mi." You hoped the smile you gave her was somehow reassuring. You didn't want her to worry because you're honestly okay. "I've been through worse. Some patients are really aggressive, although I have to say I wasn't expecting Patient Jeon to act like that."

Shivers ran down your spine upon remembering what happened three days ago. You still had no idea where Jungkook got that energy to fight you and the medical workers.

Could it be, just like what they said, a miracle? You hadn't seen patient Jeon since he was first sedated. The Jeons asked you to take a break for a short while since they understood that you're probably shaken up because of what the youngest Jeon had done to you.

Admittedly, you thought that the short vacation was unnecessary. You were a caregiver, your job was to take care of your patients, especially when they're behaving that way. But the Jeons were feeling guilty, forcing you to unwind for a week. They said you didn't have to worry about salary deductions. They got it covered.

"Our Jungkookie is very lucky to be given a second chance..." Mrs. Jeon's throat closed up, she could feel tears forming in her eyes.

Your heart stirred as you looked at her. You weren't a mother, but you felt like you understood what she's going through right now. Nothing's more painful than watching your son on his deathbed and not knowing what to do.

Mrs. Jeon felt helpless.

"It's not just luck. I'm sure he deserves to live. Your son is a good person..." This was something similar to what you always said to the family of your patients albeit not knowing a single thing about them.

It wouldn't hurt to be supportive, right? How bad was it to lift someone up when you obviously had the means to do so?

"How's he doing, by the way?" You asked, sipping your tea and hoping they'd finally tell you why you were here.

Were they worried about you getting hurt? Or was there something else? You were an independent caregiver, Mina, your friend, recommended you to the Jeons weeks ago. You instantly accepted the job to look after Jungkook because if you were being honest, this was probably the easiest caregiving job you had ever taken.

Patient Jeon had seven caregivers because there were seven days a week. You were tasked to look after him every Monday for twenty four hours. Your job included wiping his face, making sure he's receiving proper treatment from the hospital, and singing. You liked singing lullabies to him. Mrs. Jeon told you that her son was musically inclined so you thought singing might help him recover.

"He's..." Mrs. Jeon wanted to answer your question, unfortunately she trailed off. She felt like there's a lump in her throat.

When you looked at Mrs. Jeon's daughters, you noticed their somber expression too, causing you to panic.

Did something bad happen to Jungkook?

Jinjoo confirmed it.

"Our Jungkookie...his eyes..." She was having a hard time completing her statement. She felt like there were heavy stones in her chest, "they're damaged. He can't see."

"Oh." Your shoulders dropped, sympathy swimming in your eyes. You had looked after blind people before. Your heart broke every time they shared their stories to you—how they wished they could see the blue sky, the leaves from falling down, and the smile of their loved ones.

As if being reminded by your former patients' stories wasn't painful enough, the Jeons started to tell you Jungkook's current condition in detail, breaking your heart even more.

They said he was blind, an obvious consequence of driving recklessly. Jungkook needed to go through surgery in order to see again.

"I'm sorry to hear that," you bit your lower lip, feeling bad. "How's Jungkook holding up?"

The pain in your chest didn't go away, especially when the Jeons revealed to you that Jungkook wasn't doing very well. He was frustrated with the situation, he was so angry. He kept crying and lashing out on everyone.

All he wanted was to see again. He wanted—no, he needed his vision back so he could see Sooyoung again.

"Kang Sooyoung?" Your brow shot up. "She's Jungkook's late wife, right?"

Mrs. Jeon and her daughters kept quiet. They looked uncomfortable when you said the words late wife. You understood the situation at once.

"You...haven't told him..." You said slowly.

Mrs. Jeon shook her head, face pale and lips trembling, like she was caught doing something wrong.

You didn't know what happened between Jungkook and his wife, but you overheard the other caregivers gossiping that Patient Jeon and Sooyoung had a terrible fight, leading to the accident.

The cops went to the hospital a few weeks back. They weren't able to get any information though. Jungkook was in a coma and Sooyoung was dead. The security cameras were the only evidence the authorities could refer to. From what you had heard, it looked like Jungkook was over-speeding, causing his car to crash into a barrier.

The lawyers of the Jeons took care of it. In short, Jungkook wouldn't be held accountable, all he needed to do was to get better.

Except that he couldn't get better without Sooyoung by his side.

"We haven't had the chance to tell him the truth..." Jinjoo admitted, explaining that Jungkook showed aggression whenever they tried to insinuate that something happened to Sooyoung.

He would go feral and then the medical workers would be forced to sedate him again.

"That's rough. Please tell me if there's something I can do to help." You truly wanted to help, but this was also your way of subtly asking them if you could go back to work again.

You hated being stuck at home doing nothing, and for some reason, you also couldn't stop worrying about Jungkook.

The way he cried Sooyoung's name, the way his body trembled, and the way he gripped your hand...all of these were making your heart churn. It was like you could feel exactly what he was feeling.

"Actually..." Mrs. Jeon and her daughters looked at one another, it was as if they're silently agreeing into something. "There is."

Your ears perked up at that. Squaring your shoulders, you told them you're willing to do anything—this was your first mistake.

Looking back, you realized that your first mistake was when your life truly began.

Your second mistake? Agreeing to what the Jeons wanted you to do.

Third mistake? Leaving when he needed you the most.

Absurd.

"Please. You only need to pretend like you're his wife until the day of his surgery..."

You thought the Jeons were being ridiculous when they asked you this.

Truthfully, you were too stunned to speak.

"I—" You tried. You really did. However, you just ended up pressing your lips together.

In your twenty three years of existence, this was the first time you heard something so absurd. No matter how many times they reiterated their idea, you still thought the same thing: they're insane.

Demented.

Cruel.

The Jeons were cruel.

"We'll pay you. A blank check, if you'll just let us."

Your breathing hitched. A blank check! Your head was already spinning just by thinking about it.

It was bad and you knew it, yet you still allowed yourself to imagine having the money to pay rent in a livable apartment, to finally experience hot water gracing your skin, and to eat real food and not just leftovers of your patients.

Maybe with the Jeons' money, you could finally fulfill your job of being a bar owner, providing booze and a place where people could have fun and forget.

"But—" You were supposed to be against this. You were supposed to tell them that this plan would come back and bite them.

Hard.

"Why me?" But your question made it seem like you were agreeing, that they only needed to butter you up first before you said yes.

"Because you sound like that bitc—Sooyoung." Jinjoo corrected herself before she said something that might turn you off.

Who even called a dead person a bitch?

You weren't convinced by Jinjoo's explanation though. This was when Jang-mi decided to interject the conversation.

"Look, I understand that we're asking too much. It's not part of your job but you said you care for your patients, right?"

You had a bad feeling about this. It's dangerous how your own belief could be used against you.

"Jungkook is your patient and he needs to heal." Jang-mi looked desperate. You could feel it. She wanted to hold your hand and squeeze it tight until it hurt and you didn't have a choice but to just...give in.

"We know our brother well. Jungkook wouldn't want to push through the surgery if he finds out that his wife is dead. H-He's...." She let out a shaky breath, "going to question the point of seeing...and living if he can't be with Sooyoung."

"I don't know how to help him. Y-You said I sound like her..." You felt goosebumps attacking your skin. "But I don't know how to be her."

You didn't know what Sooyoung was like. You didn't know what Jungkook expected her to be. Hell, you didn't even know if you really sounded like her.

You saw her pictures though. She didn't look like you but you had the same weight, the same height.

It could work said by the tiny voice inside your head. You wanted nothing but to smack yourself for thinking this way.

For heaven's sake. This was illegal.

You could go to jail.

You were going to be an identity thief if you ever agreed to this preposterous plan.

Say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes. But the voice inside your head would not shut up.

Say yes.

There were also so many points to raise. Say yes.

A lot of things to argue. Say yes,

and a lot of things that didn't make sense. Say yes.

But in that moment, you felt like you were compelled: yes yes yes yes.

Maybe it was the somber atmosphere. Yes.

Maybe it was the desperation in their eyes, the desperation that was squeezing your heart tight. Yes.

Or maybe it was Jungkook and the way he held you. Yes.

Did it matter? No.

You guessed it did not. Yes.

All you knew was that someone was pulling you, and like a magnet, you clashed—thinking that it was the normal thing to do. Yes.

You finally gave in, saying yes. And that, my friend, was your second mistake.

You take it back—wait. This didn't sound right.

You wanted to take it back. Right. This sounded better.

"I said I don't want to fucking eat!"

You know what didn't sound better? Jungkook. He wasn't even good, nothing like the person you thought deserved a chance to live.

Jungkook was terrifying. His family was right. He lashed out on everyone.

You saw it with your two eyes today.

You saw how he swatted the tray of food in front of him, causing it to drop down the floor.

You winced. That's one meal for you. One meal you wanted to have but couldn't.

"Jungkook-ah..." Mrs. Jeon attempted to stroke her son's face, but just like what he did to his food, he also swatted his mother's hand away.

"Don't you fucking touch me! I don't need your sorry ass! I want my wife! Give me Sooyoung..." He was a beast who turned into a prey whenever he mentioned his wife's name.

Sooyoung. That was you now.

You agreed to the plan of the Jeons this morning, but you told them you had to meet Jungkook first. You had the right to know who you're dealing with before really diving in.

Jungkook was in the VIP room of the hospital. He still had many people looking after him. The Jeons actually hired more caregivers. They were looking for someone who could tame Jungkook.

No one could, so they went to you.

It was Jinjoo's idea to let you pretend like you were Sooyoung. Jungkook's older sister thought this was the easier and most effective way to calm her sibling.

She was right.

"I'm here, Jungkook." You murmured, voice so low you doubted he heard you.

He did.

He heard you. The change in his expression and behavior were instant.

"Sooyoung?" Jungkook sounded like a kicked puppy, lips protruding into a sulky pout.

"I-Is that you, Sooyoung-ah?" His voice cracked too.

You glanced at Mrs. Jeon as if you're asking for her permission to answer her son. Jungkook's face was angled towards your direction. Obviously, he couldn't see you, but it didn't mean it made you feel less nervous.

You felt like he was staring into your soul.

"Y-Yeah." Like him, you stammered too. It was a good thing that you were standing in the far corner of the room. Your voice might waver more if you went closer to him.

"Sorry I can't take care of you right now. I'm recovering too...you know, from...injuries." The Jeons didnt set limitations.

They said you only needed to pretend like you were Sooyoung. You could do that, but you had to draw a line. You didn't want to touch Jungkook intimately. No. That was too much.

The only way you could think of in order to escape being intimate towards him was by pretending like you were physically unable to do so.

"It's okay," he said softly as he smiled at you.

Your heart fluttered upon seeing his toothy grin. Jungkook didn't look like he could harm a fly whenever he was smiling.

You liked him when he was like this: soft and not throwing things.

"I'll take anything as long as you're here." The Jeons felt like they could finally breathe after Jungkook said this.

You sucked in a deep breath before saying: "then eat, Jungkook. You'll need your energy back so we can go home."

Your husband grinned, nodding his head like a child waiting for a reward. For the first time since he woke up, Jungkook finally ate well.

The sense of security Jungkook promised was only applicable when you were around.

Days after you told him that you were his wife, Jungkook was back at his destructive habits. He was lashing out on everyone and acting like a brat again.

"If you take another step towards me I'll make sure to fucking erase your face."

Fucking erase your face.

Fucking end your family line.

Fucking kill you.

These were some of his usual threats to his caregivers who were only trying to tend to him. Jungkook was back home but nothing much had changed. His routine was similar to how his day went when he was still staying at the hospital: he was stuck inside his room, he barely ate, and he snarled at those who were trying to converse with him.

Jungkook’s diamond bubble popped, but he blew another one and it was bigger and harder to pop than the previous one. His new bubble was made out of frustration and desolation.

Today, he threatened to erase the face of Dahyun, his new Monday caregiver, for trying to convince him to step outside of his room.

Dahyun simply wanted the best for Jungkook, saying that he needed to at least let sunlights grace his body.

Jungkook refused.

"What's happening here?" You barged inside Jungkook's room when you heard his scream.

Dahyung looked relieved to see you. She was aware of the power you had over Jungkook.

"Sooyoung." Dahyung called through gritted teeth. She and the other caregivers knew that you were pretending to be someone you were not.

Oh the things you all did just for this brat. Dahyun was certain no one would want to be with Jungkook if his family wasn't wealthy. Who would even want to deal with him? He acted like a child and it was getting annoying.

"Jungkook doesn't want to go out." The caregiver let out an exhausted breath, explaining that the patient needed to go out because his face was already so pale and that he needed a serotonin boost.

"I'll handle him." You offered her a tight smile before mouthing an apology.

Dahyun's annoyed face softened because of that. She nodded her head and patted your shoulder before heading out of the room, leaving you all alone with your fake husband.

"Jungkook..." You called as you went near him.

"Where have you been?" He folded his arms, brows knitting. He was also sporting this small pout. If you didn't know any better, you'd chuckle at how adorable he was.

You knew this was just a facade though. Jungkook wasn't a cute guy. He was a boy who hurt people when he didn't get what he desired.

"Out." You replied as you made your way behind his wheelchair. You gripped on the push handle while Jungkook looked back at you.

"Out where?" His lips protrude more.

Yeah. Out where? Said by the little voice inside your head, as if it was mocking you for running away from your responsibilities.

But I didn't leave. You scolded the voice. You just went to the garden here at Jeon estate to relax for a moment.

You owed it to yourself to at least breathe. You couldn't let Jungkook suffocate you.

It was tiring.

Living at the Jeon estate with Jungkook and his family was wearing you out. Sure, you weren't his caregiver anymore but it didn't mean you had escaped your duties.

Pretending to be Jungkook's wife was harder than being his caregiver. He was so demanding. He always wanted to be with you to the point that you already forgot the concept of alone time.

The only time he let you go was when you had to go to the bathroom. Other than that, he was always in the same room as you.

He never touched you though.

He tried to reach for you but you always moved away. You saw hurt crossed his face every time you did that. Admittedly, it made you feel guilty, but you told yourself you were doing him a favor.

Attachment was a dangerous thing. It was already bad that you two slept in the same room. Not in the same bed though.

Your excuse was that you were injured so you needed a big space where no one could accidentally kick you while you were sleeping. This was for the better. He couldn't get used to your touch because this setup was temporary. You'd disappear in his life after a few months.

Weeks from now, you wouldn't be by his side even when he was having a nightmare. You wouldn't be able to sing him a lullaby to help him calm down.

His life would change as soon as he undergoes surgery.

"Garden." You pushed his wheelchair. Luckily, Jungkook didn't threaten to erase your face. "It's nice to be out there, Kookie..."

The nickname rolled off your tongue before you could stop yourself. Jungkook tensed because of it.

He liked that nickname but Sooyoung never called him that. She said it sounded childish.

"L-Let's go out, okay?" You pushed his wheelchair, hoping that it would push the awkwardness away too.

You ought to learn how to act like Sooyoung. You and Jungkook's family had to be careful, otherwise all of these sacrifices would be for nothing.

Fortunately, Jungkook didn't comment on that. He let silence embrace you both as you pushed his wheelchair, only stopping when you reached the garden.

Jungkook clamped his eyes shut and then he inhaled deeply.

You remained standing behind his wheelchair while he relished on the warmth of the sun. The soft chirp of the birds as well as the sound of the wind blowing calmed his nerves.

It felt good to be out.

"Feels nice," and he finally admitted it, albeit sheepishly.

A smile bloomed on your face.

"Told you."

He didn't respond, letting the now comfortable silence engulf you once again.

After a short while, however, you broke the silence.

"You owe Dahyun an apology."

Instead of being defensive, he surprised you by releasing a breath as he muttered "I know," under his breath.

It gave you more courage to call him out for behaving so poorly.

"You can't treat people like that, Jungkook. I understand that you're frustrated with the situation, but you have to know that you're not the only one with feelings here." You swallowed thickly as you looked up at the sky. "Everyone gets hurt too..."

Jungkook felt like there was a lump in his throat. You were right and "you changed," too. He felt like you were not the Sooyoung he knew. Your voice sounded the same but your perspective changed.

Did the accident also change your life? Just like how it changed him?

"W-What do you mean?" You were back at it again. Stammering...Worrying that he would see right through your lies.

"You used to tell me it didn't matter how I treat people..." Jungkook reminisced about what Sooyoung told him whenever he made decisions that didn't sit right with people, like purchasing luxurious items, clubbing on weekdays, and smoking pot. "That I should be loved just the way I am, that if they can't accept me, then they don't deserve me."

It sounded so romantic, especially coming from the love of his life. Who wouldn't fall head over heels for someone who knew how to love your flaws?

"I'm full of shit then." You replied. "If you really care about someone, then you should help them to get better. You shouldn't teach them to love the things that are destructive—the things that should be changed. You're not allowing them to grow by condoning something wrong."

Instead of taking your speech seriously, Jungkook just laughed.

"Wow. Big words. You hit your head that hard, huh?"

You grinned too, understanding at once that Jungkook hated conversations like this.

"We both did."

Again, he didn't respond, but you were right. Both of you hit your head and both of you changed.

You changed into a better person while he changed into a monster.

You were right. He had been treating people around him badly. He was frustrated.

"You need to wash your hair, Jungkook."

Jungkoom hummed, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his dark locks. His hair grew fast.

"Seriously. When did you last wash your hair? It stinks. I can see your dandruff—"

"Hey!" He winced, clearly offended. "I wanted to wash my hair...I just...." He sighed, biting his lower lip. "This is all new to me, you know? What if I slipped on the tub?"

The smile on your face disappeared, heart leaping up to your throat. Empathy was also patting your shoulders.

Jungkook was having a difficult time because of his damaged eyes.

"Maybe we can ask Jackson to help you?" You enquired tentatively. Jackson was one of Jungkook's caregivers. You figured he could help your husband wash up if he's not comfortable with the female caregivers.

Jungkook scoffed though.

"You think I'm letting a man near my dick?"

"Jungkook..." You exhaled loudly. Here we go again. "That's literally Jackson's job. He's helped a lot of people like you before. I can assure you there would be no malice—"

"I said no, Sooyoung." He smacked his lips together, annoyed.

You didn't know how else to help him so you just remained quiet.

Jungkook felt like he had been stabbed in the heart when he noticed the shift in your behavior.

He upset you. Again.

"What if..." Jungkook drew in a breath and your ears perked up.

You smiled.

So he's offering an alternative now? That's....a progress, right?

"What if you help me take a bath instead?"

Immediately, you lost your smile.

"Jungkook—"

"What? I'm your husband," he cut you off. "You seemed okay to me now. You can move around. Hell, you even brought me outside."

You knew where he was going. His reasoning made sense too. Technically speaking, you were still his caregiver.

It was your job to help him bathe.

"Please, jagiya." He held your hand that was resting on the push handle of the wheelchair. Jungkook could walk but he's limping. He's undergoing physical therapy but as usual, he needed to be convinced to do it. Jungkook hated using white cane too.

"You said I stink. I know..." He squeezed your hand. "I can smell myself. My scalp itches too."

"Fine," in the end, you relented, reminding yourself that this was part of your job. "Let's go take a bath, you big boy."

Jungkook broke into a boyish grin. He didn't let go of your hand until you reached your shared bedroom.

Helping your husband take a bath wasn't as grueling as you originally thought it would be.

Jungkook was pretty cooperative. When you asked him to get into the tub, he immediately complied. His legs wobbled though.

He wasn't used to walking again so you had to assist him.

Jungkook took off his shirt the moment he got into the tub, causing you to stifle a gasp. Jungkook had a nice body for an eighteen years old. His mother told you he liked going to the gym before the accident.

This was why he had deep collarbones, abs, and toned back muscle. Very pleasing to the eyes, but as much you liked looking at his body, you had to look away when he started to unbutton his pants.

"Sooyoung..." He called your attention, forcing you to cast your gaze back to him.

Jungkook was handing you his dirty clothes.

You grabbed them and then you adjusted the temperature of the heater, asking him if he preferred hot or lukewarm water.

"Hot, jagiya. Please..." He closed his eyes, leaning against the wall as he tried to relax his muscles.

You turned on the faucet, causing Jungkook to moan. He missed the feeling of warm water cascading down his skin.

"I'm gonna wash your hair, Kookie..." It's that nickname again. This time, Jungkook didn't tense when you mentioned it.

You proceeded to wash his hair. Jungkook closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips from time to time.

Your hands on his hair were softer than he remembered.

It took you five minutes to really wash his hair. When you stopped, Jungkook opened his eyes.

"Done already?" He was pouting.

You couldn't help it. You smiled. He looked so innocent, so adorable.

"You're big enough to wash your body." You handed him the soap.

Jungkook pouted more but he didn't complain. He just started washing his body.

He couldn't stop thinking about how nice it must have felt to feel your hands all over his body though, especially on his dick.

But Jungkook wouldn't tell you that.

Not yet.

Jungkook's mood was lifted after a good warm bath. He didn't throw a tantrum for the rest of the day.

You thought your talk in the garden earlier this day also helped him navigate his feelings.

Days later, Jungkook officially turned into a much better patient.

"I'm full, Nayeon-ssi." He politely rejected his caregiver's offer to add more food on his plate.

Nayeon was pleased to hear Jungkook say this. Beaming, she took his plate and asked if he wanted dessert.

"I'd like some dasik." Jungkook requested and one of their helpers immediately provided him this sweet treat.

Jungkook sniffed the dessert first before taking a bite. His stomach churned while eating. Jungkook was learning how to eat on his own, but sometimes it was difficult.

He felt like crying every time he sniffed his food before actually eating. He missed those times when he could see the lovely detail of this dessert. Right now, he could only smell to know the flavor of what he was munching.

A green tea dasik.

His tears threatened to fall but he inhaled deeply to stop it from trickling down his cheeks.

He promised you he'd do better. He couldn't lose his cool just because he couldn't see what he was eating.

He was bigger than his disability.

"Thanks for the food." Jungkook bowed to no one in particular after finishing his lunch. He could only hope that he was facing his helpers as he bowed to them.

Nayeon helped him sit back on his wheelchair.

"Where do you want to go, Mr. Jeon?" The caregiver enquired.

To my wife. Jungkook bit his tongue before he could say this. You were probably resting in your shared bedroom. You said you didn't feel well.

"Is it too late to make an appointment with my physical therapist today?"

Nayeon was taken aback by Jungkook's request. Was this another miracle?

"No! Not at all, Mr. Jeon..."

Jungkook smiled. Good. He'd get better soon.

The following weeks you spent with Jungkook passed by like a blink of an eye.

Everything seemed to be going smooth these days, unlike your first week in this mansion. Actually, Jungkook still demanded your presence from time to time, but he wasn't acting like a brat whenever you couldn't tend to his needs.

Take for instance the case of Min Yoongi, a client of yours who called you yesterday morning to ask if you could look after his grandmother for that day. Yoongi had a business meeting outside the city. He said he couldn't cancel it since it was an emergency. You were the only caregiver who crossed his mind, mainly because Mrs. Min, his grandmother, couldn't stop talking about you. For her, you were the best caregiver ever.

You couldn't say no to Mrs. Min. Admittedly, she was the best patient for you too. She wasn't hard to deal with. Mrs. Min actually listened when you told her that no, she couldn't eat another pudding.

Yoongi arrived back in Seoul at around eleven pm. He kept saying sorry for monopolizing your time. Your agreement with him was that you were only going to look after his grandmother till 5pm, but time continued to tick and Yoongi was still nowhere to be seen.

He wasn't answering your calls. By 10:50pm, you decided to call Jang-mi to tell her you couldn't make it home tonight. You didn't have the heart to leave Mrs. Min all by herself.

But just as when you're getting ready to sleep on the couch, you heard someone opening the door.

It was Yoongi.

The first thing he did was to bow down to you and apologize. He looked like a mess. His eyes were red and he was catching his breath. Yoongi looked like he aged three times since you saw him this morning.

It was then that you decided to cut him some slack. He clearly needed rest. Yoongi was sweet, despite his apparent exhaustion, he still offered to drop you home.

You declined the offer because Jang-mi told you to ring their driver whenever you're ready to go back to the mansion.

The Jeons were very understanding. They weren't demanding you to stay with Jungkook 24/7 even though it was clear it's what your husband wanted.

"Where'd you go?" Was the first thing he said to you the moment you stepped inside your shared bedroom.

It was already 11:42pm.

Jungkook couldn't sleep because he was waiting for you.

"It's late. Why are you still awake?" You dodged his question by asking him a question.

Jungkook was sitting on his bed, the pillow carrying the weight of the back of his head.

"Couldn't sleep. I was waiting for you." He pursed his lips into a thin line. "So where'd you go? I haven't seen you all day."

You left this morning while he was still sleeping. Of course you asked for the permission of the Jeons. You just didn't know what excuse they told Jungkook when he asked where you went.

"Just out," you uttered your usual excuse as you headed towards your bed.

Jungkook's expression remained unreadable. For some reason, it made you feel guilty, so you added "work. I went to work."

You thought this answer would somehow reassure him; however, it looked like you messed things up more.

You saw how his impassive face turned into ice. His jaw ticked, hands balling into a fist.

"Okay," but in the end, Jungkook simply exhaled calmly. He switched off the lamp beside his bed. "Good night, Sooyoung."

He didn't wait for your response as he was already turning away from you.

Your heart fell.

You two slept on separate beds but you normally faced each other, talking about random things until you fell asleep, sometimes Jungkook would ask you to sing to him.

This night was different though.

The air was colder, the room was quiet, and for the first time since you got here, Jungkook slept with his back facing you.

Guilt.

This was what you felt the morning after you went to the house of the Mins.

Jungkook woke up before you, asking Momo, his caregiver of the day, to accompany him to the garden. When you found out about this, your heart started to feel like it was being squeezed.

Jungkook usually pestered you to join him in the garden to enjoy the sunlight while drinking his favorite chocolate chip frappé. He had a sweet tooth, making you cringe sometimes. He liked adding four pumps of chocolate syrup on his already sweet drink.

You wondered if he was enjoying this drink right now.

You could've been the one accompanying him. You scoffed at the little voice inside your head, it was funny that it popped up whenever you felt like shit.

Yes. You felt terrible for not telling Jungkook the truth last night—wait. You did tell him the truth! You just didn't dive into details.

Was it wrong?

Yes, you idiot. The voice said.

You sighed. Maybe you were an idiot. You weren't even sure if Sooyoung had a job. The Jeons failed to mention this very crucial information to you.

Maybe you should talk to them. You had to ask what excuse they gave Jungkook about your whereabouts yesterday.

"We may have told Jungkook you're a..." Jang-mi winced, as if she was uncomfortable to tell you the truth. "A slut."

You gasped. Of course you fucking gasped. Why would they say that?

"Not you though," Jinjoo corrected her sister immediately. You, Mrs. Jeon, and her daughters were discussing here at their breakfast nook while you all watched Jungkook enjoy his frappé through the floor length window.

Momo was talking to Jungkook but the latter didn't look like he was listening. A frown was etched on his face.

Was it because of what happened last night?

"Sooyoung. We told Jungkook his wife is a slut." Jinjoo explained to you that Sooyoung was a stripper. She and Jungkook actually met in a club when Jungkook was only seventeen.

Their brother used a fake identification card and their parents' money to get into the club. Sooyoung knew Jungkook was a minor but she still pursued him. All for money, obviously.

"That's why he got so upset when I told him I was at work last night," you grunted, too annoyed with yourself.

Jungkook probably thought his wife was cheating on him. Damn it.

"Yeah, because we just proved him wrong. Now he can't face us." Jinjoo scowled.

Jungkook was already upset even before you arrived at the mansion. The Jeons told you they had an argument with Jungkook during lunch time.

Apparently, Mrs. Jeons' daughters kept on talking shit about Sooyoung, causing Jungkook to explode. He was so mad at his family. He questioned why they took you and him back to this mansion if they're just going to disrespect you.

It was your idea. Jungkook told you before that he didn't want to live with his family, that you two could rent a small apartment, but Mrs. Jeon shook her head at you. The deal was that you'd live in their estate until Jungkook's surgery. Besides, you didn't want to live alone with him.

You weren't a real couple. You were just his caregiver.

"It doesn't matter." Mrs. Jeon clasped her hands together. "I think it's better if he thinks that way. He needs to fall out of love with Sooyoung. It will save him from the heartbreak when it's time for you to leave."

When it's time for you to leave. You didn't know why this statement felt like a punch in the gut.

The Jeons dismissed you after that. You still felt guilty though. It's strange when Jungkook's not following you like a lost puppy.

Make it up to him. The voice was back.

You heaved a deep sigh, fidgeting. Should you do something?

Yes. Make him happy.

"Damn it." You cussed and without thinking much about it, you barged into your shared bedroom.

Jungkook looked startled when he heard the door opened.

"Sorry." You apologized sheepishly. Jungkook was sitting on the bed, squishing the massage ball in his hands.

He shrugged nonchalantly, like it didn't bother him—like he didn't care that you were here.

That felt like another punch in the gut. Fuck. Why were you feeling like this?

"How's your morning?" You enquired, still fidgeting.

"Nothing new." Jungkook shrugged again. His entire attention was focused on the massage ball. He was squeezing it with so much force.

"Well..." You licked your lower lip as you played with the doorknob. Damn it. Why were you so nervous?

You didn't do anything wrong.

"Do you want to do something new?"

Jungkook scoffed. He scoffed at something you said.

"Like what? It's not like blind people have many options." He raised the massage ball in the air, like he was proving to you that his life was completely useless.

It pained you that he thought this way.

"Jungkook..." You called softly. His jaw just clenched.

"I'm going to sleep." He threw the ball on the floor. It bounced once before rolling off near the foot of the bed.

You swallowed thickly.

"You already slept for nine hours, Jungkook." You let go of the doorknob. "Why don't we do something fun instead?"

If he was excited, Jungkook didn't let you see it. His stoic expression remained as he asked what's on your mind.

"Amusement park. Let's go to Lotte World..."

It was a bad idea.

You knew you weren't supposed to go on a date with Jungkook. Mrs. Jeon said it's better if her son would fall out of love with Sooyoung.

You should help do this, yet you're doing the exact opposite of it.

Jungkook was falling deeper in love with Sooyoung because of you.

"I'm so happy we're doing this!" You had been with Jungkook for weeks now, sometimes you stayed by his side 24/7. You thought you had seen every emotion he was capable of feeling.

Mostly it's just anger and frustration.

He looked different today.

Jungkook's face was glowing. His toothy grin was on full display. You wondered how he looked if his eyes were sparkling. Jang-mi told you his brother's eyes were the best part of him: wide and doe. It would be very challenging to say no when he stared at you using his biggest asset.

"Jungkook! Let's try this!" You didn't wait for his approval before forcing him to wear devil horns headband.

"Sooyoung," he grimaced at you, lips pouting as he angrily touched the horns.

He groaned, saying that he wasn't evil.

"No, you're not. You're a bunny boy." You giggled, making him groan. He hated being treated like a baby.

"Are you wearing something too?" He touched your head, feeling the design of your headband in his hand.

He huffed when he realized you're wearing an angel halo.

"This is unfair! I'm not a devil!" He repeated which earned a chuckle from you.

He was right though. He wasn't a devil. You were actually the evil one here. You're a fraudster, acting like you were better than his white cane from guiding him.

You weren't. Jungkook had to trust himself before he decided to use the white cane.

Jungkook didn't have to trust you before he decided to rely on you. You just popped into the scene, forcing him to believe you were here for him.

"Let's try more rides?" You brushed off the guilt engulfing you by clearing your throat.

Jungkook beamed, telling you he wanted to ride the ferris wheel.

The two of you had already tried almost all rides fit to Jungkook's condition, thanks to the priority seating lane, you didn't have to wait long.

"Ah. I want this to be our last ride," Jungkook uttered as you helped him get inside the cabin of the ferris wheel.

"You bet. We've tried almost all rides. I'm tired!" You complained playfully.

You were tired but not bored. Jungkook was the best companion in a place like this.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I wanna thank you," Jungkook sounded sincere, his cheeks were turning red, like he was shy to admit this.

"You're my husband, Jungkook. I'd do anything for you." A lie.

A lie you shouldn't have said. What were you doing? This wasn't part of the contract.

But the Jeons told you to look after him. You're just doing that. How convenient that the voice inside your head was suddenly back.

Your lips pursed as Jungkook elucidated how much he appreciated this day.

"Glad to hear that, Sooyoung-ah. Although I never thought you'd bring me here. You said you hate going to amusement parks. You called me childish when I bought us tickets here, remember?"

Something pricked at your heart from the inside when you heard Jungkook's chuckle. He was grinning but you could hear the pain in his voice.

"I hit my head hard, remember?" You mimicked his joke from weeks before.

His smile grew bigger as his hand found yours. Slowly, he intertwined your fingers, sighing when he felt how warm your hand was.

It was more intense than he remembered. Jungkook never felt like he was being electrified when he touched Sooyoung's hand before.

Today, he felt like there were butterflies in his stomach. He felt hot too, like a teenager who finally found the courage to admit his feelings to his crush.

This moment felt like a new beginning.

"How's it?" Jungkook enquired after a moment of stillness. The wind blew harsher, making him realize that you two were on the top now.

You didn't answer.

"I mean the view..." He corrected when he realized that his question was vague. "How does it look?"

Jungkook was still holding your left hand, and so you used your right hand to take off his sunglasses.

Jungkook squinted, not used to the blinding lights. His heart recoiled when you gently pushed the hair covering his eyes to the side.

It revealed his eyes more.

"It's beautiful, Kookie..."

Shivers ran down his spine. For some reason, he felt like you were staring at him instead of the view.

You smiled because his gut feeling was right. You were looking at him and it was that moment when you realized that there's nothing more beautiful than the boy who used to have doe eyes.

You and Jungkook collapsed on your separate beds the moment you reached home.

"Jungkook, I need to help you wash up first. You stink." You teased while trying to sit on the bed. You needed to pull yourself together. You still had responsibilities.

Unfortunately Jungkook wasn't making your job easier. He groaned, covering himself with a blanket as he hugged his pillow.

"I'm so tired, jagiya. I can't even open my eyes..." He yawned.

You mirrored his action. You were so tired that when you saw him close his eyes, you did too.

Groan.

Your eyes flickered open. It was that sound again. The same sound that caused you to instantly get up to attend to Jungkook who was breathing heavily.

"N-No!" He choked, expression twisting to hurt and discomfort. Beads of sweat formed in his head.

"Kookie..." You lightly called him, which was the complete opposite of how you shake him awake.

Four taps later, Jungkook finally opened his eyes. He sat up on the bed almost immediately, his chest heaved violently as he turned to face you.

"S-Sooyoung!" He sobbed, throwing his arms around you. He breathed you in heavily as if he was scared you're gonna disappear.

"Ssshh..." And so you tried to dismiss that silly idea. You were here. You were not gonna leave. "It's okay, love. It's just a dream."

"A nightmare!" He corrected you. His forehead hit your collarbone so hard you felt like he was going to crush it.

Jungkook breathed in your scent once again. Everything was different. Did he remember things differently? Or did things just change?

Why did he feel like you were not the Sooyoung he loved?

Why did his heart clench in a good way whenever you assured him everything was alright? Why were you so sweet and why did he like you better this way?

"I— I saw it. They're going to take you away from me..." He weeped while gripping on the hem of your shirt as if his life depended on it.

Jungkook had nightmares before but he never talked about it. Admittedly, his dreadful dreams were the only ones he kept away from you. He shut himself down whenever you asked what happened while he was sleeping. Jungkook never answered you. There was even this time when he went as far as snapping at you when you insisted on knowing the details of his dream.

He looked so broken that you had to let it go. You knew forcing him to share only brought him pain.

"No one's going to take me away from you." You assured him because you had a feeling this was the better thing to do. People tended to share more on their own. You wanted him to trust you on his own and not just because you coaxed him to do so.

"You don't understand! I saw it!" He insisted. "The light pulled you and you just gave in. You didn't even fight! It's...it's like you want to leave! I kept calling your name but you never looked back! Not even once—"

"Kookie." You had to cut him off. He was hyperventilating. His body trembled and the neckline of your shirt was wet with his tears.

You tried to grab his shoulders, forcing him to focus on you. He didn't. He pushed you away, flinching terribly when you touched him.

"Stop it! Stop it! Just fucking stop it!" He cried. Stress and terror were evident on his face. "Stop acting like nothing bothers you! Like everything is okay! It's not!"

His voice was strained from screaming. The Jeons knew Jungkook was having nightmares from time to time. A few weeks ago, they barged into your shared room to make sure everything was fine, but they realized Jungkook became more agitated when he was surrounded by people.

You couldn't blame him. It was really frightening to be around people, especially when you're the only one who couldn't see them. Being alone in the dark was the worst.

"You!" He choked back a sob. He failed. He sputtered angry words. "You almost died because of me! You should hate me! You said you don't love me so why?" He was shouting right in front of your face, spit everywhere.

His face was surrounded by darkness. You hated seeing him like this.

"Why are you still here? You said you're gonna divorce me! Why haven't you—"

You pulled him to your chest but he started squirming against your hold. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks.

You embraced him until he stopped struggling. He was so tired he just let you hold him.

He didn't speak. You chose not to assure him things would be okay soon. No. You couldn't do that now that he told you how it made him feel.

Jungkook hated himself. He felt like you kept your frustration to yourself because you didn't want to upset him.

What he didn't know was that you just didn't know how to react. You didn't know what happened between him and Sooyoung. Hell, you weren't even aware that his late wife wanted to divorce him.

Jungkook thought you were holding back whenever he tried to talk to you about the day of the accident. What he wasn't aware of was that you didn't say anything because you didn't know anything, and that he was wrong:

you were not Kang Sooyoung. You were not the girl he loved.

That night, Jungkook refused to be comforted by you. He stopped struggling to get away, but it didn't mean he liked that you were holding him.

He also refused your offer to sing him a lullaby. He told you he was tired and that he didn't need unnecessary noise.

You went back to your own bed upon hearing that.

Jungkook, just like what he did last night, turned his back on you again.

A week passed since Jungkook dreamt about you being taken away from him.

Seven days and he was still giving you the cold shoulder.

"Where's Jungkook?" You asked Chaeyoung, another caregiver of your husband.

"Ah," she smiled at you. "He's with Taehyung and Jimin."

Oh.

He's accepting visitors now? You heard all about Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, Jungkook's two best friends. Mrs. Jeon said her son was an introvert, he didn't really like interacting with many people.

Before Jungkook met Sooyoung, Mrs. Jeon claimed that all he ever did was stay in his room to play video games, the piano, and hangout with Taehyung and Jimin.

Mrs. Jeon also told you not to worry about Jungkook's friends. Apparently, they knew all about you. They promised to keep their mouth glued together since they believed the Jeons knew what was best for Jungkook.

They asked you to pretend to be Sooyoung for a good reason.

You weren't so sure about this anymore though. Were you helping Jungkook? Or were you just making things worse?

You're helping him. Jinjoo's voice echoed inside your head. Jungkook's sister told you that the only reason why Jungkook pushed through physical therapy was because he wanted to become a better person for you.

Jungkook spent the past weeks going to his therapist. He could walk straight now, legs no longer wobbling. He still needed assistance though. Jungkook sometimes lost his patience and he told you many times he hated his white cane.

The only time you didn't hear him complain about his cane was when you visited the amusement park together.

"He seems sad these days, you know? I'm happy his friends visited him." Chaeyoung said. She also told you Jungkook and his friends were currently in the studio room.

Jungkook had his own studio in this estate. The Jeons said Jungkook's dream was to become a pianist. He gave up on his dream when he met Sooyoung.

It's like Jungkook's whole world turned black and all the colors he saw were dancing inside Sooyoung's eyes.

That's how much he adored her.

"Yeah. Good for him." This was the last thing you said to Chaeyoung and then you walked away, leaving her alone to do her job.

Ten days.

It took you this long to surrender to the voice inside your head that's telling you to patch things up with Jungkook.

"Where's Jungkook?" Seemed to be the only question you knew how to ask the caregivers. This time it was Dahyun who had to answer you.

"In his studio..."

You sighed upon hearing this. Don't get it wrong. You're glad he's doing something not just productive but also something he loved. However, the ugly feeling in your stomach wouldn't stop attacking you thinking that he's avoiding you.

Jungkook barely left his studio. There were times he chose to sleep there too, leaving you all alone in your shared bedroom.

You didn't know when you started missing his presence. You just knew something inside of you felt hollow without him by your side.

"Is he with Taehyung and Jimin?" You asked another question.

"No, he's alone. The boys haven't been back since last week."

"Okay. Thanks, Dahyun." You didn't waste any more time. You went to the second floor of the mansion to visit Jungkook in his studio.

You knocked on the door thrice before you heard Jungkook's soft voice telling you it's okay to come in.

His soft voice was not the same with his facial expression though.

There he was, sitting in front of his black grand piano with his brow pinched together. His eyes were close as he massaged his throbbing temple.

"Kookie?"

Jungkook visibly tensed upon hearing you call his name.

Oh.

He certainly didn't expect you to come here. He thought Dahyun was the one who knocked to bring him snacks.

"You busy?" You asked carefully. Jungkook heard you playing with the doorknob again, a habit you did whenever you felt nervous or shy.

"No. My head hurts." He admitted with a grunt.

You furrowed your brows, worried he was overworking himself.

"Maybe rest first? You've been working hard since morning." You closed the door when you found the courage to really go inside of his studio. He said you could come in, right?

"Working hard?" He scoffed, like you said a terrible joke. "If sitting for hours in front of this piano is called working hard, then I guess congratulations to me! I have accomplished literally nothing."

Jungkook grabbed the sheet music, crumpling it angrily as he added "I can't even read this shit," and then he threw it on the ground.

He sure knew how to throw a fit. Jungkook turned into a kid when he's frustrated.

Jungkook felt you moving towards him. You crouched to pick up the crumpled paper, causing him to suck in a breath.

He worried you thought he's being a brat again. He sighed, opening up. "It's just so frustrating."

You hummed to let him know you're listening.

"I keep playing the same song because I can't read what's in that." He attempted to point at the sheet music in your hand, but since he couldn't see, he ended up pointing at your face.

You bit your lip, thinking that he was frustrated with you too.

Jungkook continued his rant, expressing that it was hard to rely on his muscle memory, especially when all he wanted was to learn to play new songs.

He also called himself names. You realized Jungkook's directing his anger towards himself now.

"Jungkook." You touched his shoulder, hoping it would stop him from uttering mean things about himself.

He did. He froze at your touch.

"You don't always have to try new things to be considered good at something, you know?" You rubbed his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. You could see him holding his breath. It was apparent he couldn't relax in your presence.

"Repetition isn't always bad. It's okay to do something over and over again and still end up falling in love with it." You smiled. "If doing the same thing is bad, then why do some people still light a second stick of cigarette? Why do we still smile upon seeing the face of the person we love? Despite seeing them all the time? Why do people...make love every night?"

You didn't wait for his response.

"The thing is, doing the same thing doesn't necessarily equate to the same feeling. Every day, we experience something new."

You watched Jungkook gulp, like he was really pondering your words. He stayed quiet for a while before he let out a deep breath.

"You're right." He exhaled once more. "I mean...I've been practicing playing this certain song and I never get bored. I guess it evokes different feelings every time."

A smile finally bloomed on his face as he reminisced the moment he played that mentioned song.

"Can you play it for me?" You requested before you could stop yourself. A big part of you wanted to hear him play. The Jeons told you he's really great.

Jungkook hummed in agreement. He spread his legs, patting his thigh as he urged you to sit there. "Okay. C'mere..."

Your body was moving before you could even think about it. Jungkook dug his fingers into your hip, gently pulling you to sit on his lap.

You stifle a gasp when you felt something twitch in his sweatpants.

Jungkook didn't seem fazed by it so you ignored it too. Besides, you didn't have time to think about it since you felt like your mind had been pulled into another dimension when Jungkook started playing In All Honesty, I Do using the piano.

Your eyes lingered on Jungkook's hands, his long fingers hitting the keys with precision. It was like he was born to do something as amazing as this.

You leaned against Jungkook's chest when you felt him loosened up. He was finally at ease even though you were close to him—too close to the point that you felt his hot breath on your shoulders. He was breathing loudly.

You closed your eyes, feeling the music deep in your bones. You were too lost in the feeling that you didn't even flinch when you felt Jungkook's lips pressing feathery kisses on the side of your neck.

His wet lips moved south, kissing and nibbling at your shoulders.

Your neck craned, parting your lips in pleasure. It felt so good.

At some point, you started grinding on his lap, loving the way his cock hit your center.

"Jagiya," your core heated at the sound of his low grunts.

Lost. You were still so lost at the feeling of his lips against your skin and the music filling your ears.

You threw your head back, little moans and cries escaping your lips as you rubbed yourself against his bulge, seeking more friction.

Jesus fucking Christ. He felt so big and good.

Jungkook's groans were loud and the music—oh, God the music. He was hitting random keys with a controlled amount of weight and power. Forte. Crescendo.

Jungkook could feel it. He was close. Accelerando.

"Sooyoung...fuck." Accelerando.

He stopped hitting the keys, hands finding its way cup your tits.

His stomach clenched, breath so ragged against your nape it made goosebumps appear on your skin.

Jungkook let go.

You felt the wetness on his sweatpants staining the back of your thighs, it was followed by a loud thud—his forehead hitting your shoulder blade.

You peeled your eyes open at the realization of what just happened, your blood running cold as you bit your trembling lips.

You recoiled.

In horror.

In Shame.

In Disgust.

"Sooyoung?" Jungkook called, confused when you abruptly got into your feet.

"I— I need to go." You excused yourself, not waiting for him to answer. You didn't even look at him.

How could you?

You were humiliated. You took advantage of Jungkook and his disability.

You weren't just a fraudster. You're a disgusting slut.

Jungkook came.

He really fucking came under five minutes.

Should he be ashamed?

Yes. Definitely. He took care of his needs before his wife, but...how could he stop himself?

You felt so good. So fucking hot. You were right. Doing the same thing evoked a different feeling every time.

You didn't kiss him, didn't touch his dick. You grind on his lap but that's the end of it. What the fuck happened? How could you make him come in his pants just by doing that?

It took him fucking Sooyoung's mouth before he become hard. What changed? Was it time? The accident? The music?

Why couldn't he get enough of you?

"Fuck." Jungkook groaned as his forehead hit the keys of the piano, producing an ugly sound.

You stormed out of the room, leaving him all hot and bothered. His stomach dropped, face twisting in pain and humiliation with the realization that you left.

Jungkook couldn't follow you.

Your chest felt heavy. It was like a machete was stuck in your heart, every time you moved, it dug deeper—so deep it made you weak.

You took advantage of Jungkook.

He was vulnerable and you used it for your sick pleasure. You swore you didn't know what you were doing though.

It was like you were coax to grind on him, to allow him to suck and bite at your neck and shoulders.

You touched the side of your neck that was still tingling because of Jungkook’s sloppy kisses.

You shivered at the feeling—of Jungkook kissing you and Mr. Jeon calling your name.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Jeon, Jungkook's father, asked. His brows were knitted as he stared at you with worry sparkling in his eyes.

You were currently at Mr. Jeon's office room. He asked one of their helpers to tell you he wanted to see you.

"Huh?" You blinked, distracted by the events that unfolded in Jungkook's studio room hours ago.You couldn't seem to focus on other things. Chaeyoung actually told you to rest when a plate slipped out of your hands, shattering.

"You are not okay," Mr. Jeon answered his query. He wasn't the type of person who would touch someone without their permission. Normally, he didn't even bother shaking the hands of his clients. He had to grab your wrist though. It looked like you needed support even though you were sitting on a chair; your face screamed agony, eyes hazy from unshed tears.

You were biting your quivering lips.

This was exactly the reason why he wanted to see you. Mr. Jeon was very observant. You didn't look thrilled that you were pretending to be Sooyoung, but ever since you got here, this was the only time he saw you looking so....dejected.

Was it because Jungkook?

"Did he..." He abruptly let go of your wrist, it was as though you were burning his skin. "Did my son..."

Mr. Jeon kept on trailing off. He spoke slowly too, barely getting words out of his mouth.

You had seen Mr. Jeon many times since you got here; however, you hadn't had the chance to talk to him. He was distant and cold. He had the same expression as Jungkook's when he didn't like something. Their only difference was that Jungkook threw tantrums like a kid. His father, on the other hand, expressed his distaste through logic.

He was the only person in Jungkook's life who was so against the idea of you pretending to be his son's late wife.

"Did he hurt you?" You weren't sure if you were tripping or if his teeth were chattering.

You instantly defended Jungkook. "No." He did not hurt me. I hurt him. I took advantage of him. You wanted to say, yet you pressed your lips together.

Your answer caused relief to wash over him.

Mr. Jeon didn't raise his kid to hurt people, especially women. He had a wife and two daughters. He wouldn't appreciate it if people hurt the women in his life. He knew he needed to teach his son manners to avoid karma.

"You're sure?"

"Yes." You don't understand. I'm the one who hurt your son.

"If it's not Jungkook..." He trailed off again, clasping his hands, Mr. Jeon debated whether he should ask personal questions or dismiss you.

"Then who's making you sad?" He chose the former option. "What's making you sad?"

You couldn't answer so you just balled your hand into a fist. Mr. Jeon sighed.

"It's none of my business, I know..." He stared into your eyes. You did too, noticing that he looked like his son.

You briefly wondered if Jungkook's eyes used to be this bright as well.

"I just hope you're not having a hard time because of my son. You and my family know very well that I am not pleased with this plan." He said this many times already.

"But I can't let him hurt any more people. He's caused enough damage."

You nodded, watching as the corner of his mouth quirk up.

"He didn't hurt me, Mr. Jeon. I promise you that." You repeated and it made him plaster a fake smile.

"I believe you now. Such a relief to know. I'm not sure if I can still cover up for him if he ends up messing things up with you."

Mr. Jeon saw it: your curious eyes, like you wanted to ask what he did to protect his son.

He faked a smile again, uttering your name and saying, "sometimes we do horrible things for the sake of our loved ones..."

Mr. Jeon paid people to clean Jungkook's mess. He used money to make sure the authorities, the media, and even those who knew Sooyoung wouldn't say something about her death.

You heard from Jinjoo that Sooyoung, just like you, was alone in life. She was an only child and her mother was a call-girl who got pregnant by one of her clients. The father didn't want to do anything with them.

Tough life.

"I need you to promise to tell me if Jungkook ever does something you don't like. I will deal with him." He swallowed thickly. "Accordingly."

The only thing you could do was nod. Not because you agreed—you didn't. You were a hypocrite. To do horrible things for the sake of our loved ones.What a bull. We shouldn't.

You used to be so against this idea. You even told Jungkook to change for the better and don't just settle with 'that's how I do it' or 'that's just who I am.'

Things changed, because right now you found yourself tight-lipped, just wanting this conversation to be over.

Bull.

You were not better than Jungkook or his father because just like them, you did horrible things too.

Whatever this game you and Jungkook were playing, well...it wasn't fun anymore.

When you did something he didn't like, he would not talk to you.

If he had done something to upset you, you wouldn't talk to him too.

You two always gave each other a hard time, always dodging the bullet and as a revenge, you threw grenades.

You kept avoiding Jungkook and he was tired of it, so days after the incident in the studio room, he decided to defuse the bomb before it exploded right in his face.

"Sooyoung-ah..." Jungkook called you early in the morning. You just woke up but you're already hurrying to get out of bed.

Jungkook hated it. He had been waiting for you to wake up so he could talk to you. Why were you making it so difficult?

"I need to prepare your breakfast." You wriggled out of his grasp when he grabbed your wrist.

Sigh.

"I'm not hungry. We need to talk."

You shook your head.

"I don't have anything to say to you." Wriggle. Wriggle.

"I need to talk to you." He corrected himself.

You managed to pull your hand away.

"Later." You rushed towards the door, unfortunately Jungkook was stubborn enough to follow you.

He stumbled without his cane, body bumping into the pole of his four-poster bed.

Your head snapped to his direction the second you heard him yelp in pain.

"Jungkook!" You attended to him at once.

He groaned, rubbing his forehead that turned red. You saw a small bump forming on it.

"Shit. Sit down, I'll get an ice pack." You helped him sit on the bed as you examined his forehead. It didn't look that bad but your stomach still stirred. Jungkook's expression told you he was in a lot of pain.

You were about to leave the room; however, Jungkook gripped the hem of your shirt tightly.

"Don't go, jagiya..." He pleaded. The lump in his throat made his tone shaky. He looked like a kicked puppy.

"Jungkook," you called his name as you pushed his hair back. A sigh left your lips. "You're hurt, baby. I need to take care—"

Your voice drowned to nothingness when he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your stomach.

"It doesn't hurt much. Please...just stay with me." You flinched because you're ticklish. You could feel Jungkook's hot breath on your stomach. The fabric of your shirt was thin.

You weren't sure what compelled you to stay still, allowing Jungkook to embrace and inhale your lovely scent.

You smelled different. Good different, a little less intense than the real Sooyoung. She smelled passion, you smelled comfort.

You waited until Jungkook let you go. It took him long though. He pulled you to sit next to him right after breaking off the embrace.

You two stayed quiet. Jungkook chose to play with your fingers. His head was hanging low, like he was embarrassed or something like that.

"Jungkook....you think I don't see you wincing?" You tilted your head, Jungkook avoided your stare. "I know you're in pain. Please, let me get an ice pack...you can play with my fingers later."

Jungkook's head snapped up. He pouted his lips.

"You're treating me like a child."

"Because you're acting like one." You bopped his nose, chuckling lightly at the small bump on his forehead.

"I'm acting like a child?" He scoffed, shoving your hand away so he could fold his arms over his chest. "Says the one who's been ignoring me for—"

He suddenly stopped speaking. Jungkook sucked in a breath and then shook his head.

He was still pouting his lips.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. That's...that's not what I want to say," he rubbed his nape, his cheeks were red.

"What I wanna do is...apologize..." The color staining his cheeks turned brighter. Your heart swelled with adoration. Why was he so charming?

"I...I shouldn't have..." He was having a hard time formulating his statement. Jungkook gulped. This was the first time he was glad he couldn't see your reaction.

"Come like that. I—I...it's wrong to say I'm caught in the moment because I should be thinking about your comfort above anything else. I guess I'm just...excited? It's been a while and I...."

He kept swallowing hard.

"I just missed you so much, jagiya. B-But I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.... If I touched or did something you don't like, please tell me." Because how was he supposed to know when you didn't speak? He couldn't see your expression.

You didn't tell him to stop.

"If it makes you feel any better...then I'll...I'll never touch you again," it pained him to say this. Jungkook wanted to stay by your side, to feel you, to touch you. The thought of not being able to do this hurt like hell.

Without knowing it, his tears fell.

"Kookie..." You murmured, pushing his hair to the side again. It hurt. It hurt seeing him like this.

"I miss you. I miss you so much. I miss you every day." His voice was barely audible. You saw his hands trembling too, like he wanted to cup your face but was scared to scare you away again.

He was so afraid to mess up. He didn't realize it was this hard to be ignored. Jungkook avoided you because your presence was becoming too much. He was afraid he's gonna lose it if you decided to leave. That's what you said you'd do before the accident, right? You wanted to leave him.

He wanted to change your mind about it. He felt like the only way to do that was to give you space. He failed though. What happened in the studio was a clear sign that he failed. You left. You seemed disgusted with him and it hurt. It hurt so bad.

"I'm here, Jungkook." You reminded him. His hands were still aching to touch you.

You leaned closer to him, implying that it's okay. You wouldn't act as baffled like the last time.

You wanted this—it's part of your job, right? You had to make him feel good, to assure him it’s fine.

"Yeah..." He swallowed and it hurt. The lump hurt him. Everything hurt. His head too. He was pretending to be okay, but it hurt. It felt hot and it was throbbing, "but it's not enough. I crave you, jagiya..."

He could feel your heavy breathing fanning his face. Jungkook sucked in a deep breath.

His heartbeat doubled. His logic was dissipating. The only thing he wanted to do was to breathe you in.

You were so close.

Your nose touched his. Jungkook tilted his head, breath hitting your cheek.

He pursed his lips together. What to do? You smelled so good. He couldn't see but he could feel, like you were waiting for him to do the move.

"I crave you more than I did before..." He did. He cupped your cheeks using his quivering hands.

Your skin was hot. It felt good—to touch you like this.

"Kookie..." You called. So soft, as though you were begging him to do something.

"It's okay..." You added, tugging at his heartstrings.

Jungkook closed his eyes, lowering his head and kissing you on the mouth.

Gently.

Passionately.

And then hard.

Hungry. Lustful.

He giggled though. Jeon Jungkook giggled in between kisses, like a kid, like he won something.

He did.

He won. That moment, he felt like you truly wanted him. Too.

The thing you felt for Jungkook overrode the guilt that had been nudging you the past days. It's annoying and you blamed the little voice inside your head because of this.

Where was the voice when you needed it to mess up with you? Where was it when you needed it to say you fucked up? That you're playing with a very dangerous fire when you allowed Jungkook to kiss you?

When you wanted him to kiss you?

You wondered what the voice would say if it was poking your brain right now. But since it wasn't here, your mind wandered, thinking about your parents.

What would they say if they found out their daughter was not only a fraudster but also a bitch? Would they laugh at you? Snarl at you? Hate you?

Well...if they ended up hating you, then you could say you're all even. You hated your parents before. You hated that they abandoned you, like you were nothing.

They simply left you in a basket right in front of an orphanage. You didn't even have a name. You were a newborn. A fucking newborn. Someone in the orphanage gave you a name, your last name, on the contrary, was randomly chosen by the government.

Pathetic.

You felt helpless and this was when you realized you didn't want anybody to feel this way. You chose to be a caregiver for this same reason. No one guided you, no one took care of you.

You didn't want those who were helpless to feel like they're walking alone, that no one cared for them. It was the worst feeling. Ever.

Tears trickled down your face upon remembering your childhood. It was tough.

But you know what's more difficult?

"Hi," Jungkook.

Your husband was back. He climbed onto the bed, settling beside you.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

No. This was the right answer. This was what you should say.

"Okay," but both your heart and mind betrayed you.

You waited for it.

You waited for the voice to come back and sneer at you, unfortunately you were greeted by stillness—well...not really. Jungkook's soft plea was ringing inside your head.

Damn it. This was why you couldn't say no. His voice had magic. He knew how to use it to coax you to do what he wanted. It's so annoying.

You already spent the whole day acting like his wife. You did all things together. You even helped him wash his hair again.

Wasn't it enough? Why were you so greedy? Why did you like monopolizing Jungkook's time and attention?

"Jagiya?" Your train thoughts came into a halt when he called your name.

You hummed to let him know you were listening. You didn't dare speak though, too afraid to let him hear the tremor in your voice.

"Are you....sad?" He asked slowly.

When he didn't get any response from you, he sighed.

"I'm sorry." He apologized thinking that he upset you again. Jungkook pressed his lips together before proceeding. "I just...you sound sad..."

Jungkook couldn't see you but he could read you.

"I'm just tired, Kookie. We had a busy day, remember?"

"Oh," Jungkook was fiddling with the blanket. He suddenly stopped.

And then he cleared his throat.

"You..." He swallowed hard. The crimson color was staining his cheeks once again. "Do you...perhaps want me to make you feel better?"

Jungkook's voice was soft and shy, you weren't sure if you understood what he meant. Help you feel better by what?

Was he thinking what you're thinking?

"Aren't you tired?"

"N-No." He answered so fast that he choked. It was like he's gonna be in pain if he didn't respond immediately. "I wanna help you."

He inched closer to you.

"Just wanna help my wife feel better," the way he whispered this elicited an involuntary moan from you.

Jungkook smirked. This was exactly what he wanted to hear. He took this as a hint to snake his arms around your waist, pulling close.

"Please, jagiya...let me take care of you," he desperately murmured, his lips grazing your ear.

"Jungkook," you inhaled deeply, whimpering and gripping the bedsheet as he gently bit your ear.

"Yes, baby?" He said, voice low and hoarse, his hand groping your ass. "You like this?"

Jungkook's hand slid down to cup your heat from the back. He then hovered over you to silence your gasps using his mouth. He kissed you lightly at first, his tongue gently sucking on your lower lip. The soft pop was making you crazy.

"Jungkook," you mewled impatiently as you kissed him hard. You felt him smirk, clearly enjoying your eagerness as his hands travelled all over your body. He was taking his sweet time feeling your every inch of skin, like he was memorizing it.

Desire settled in the pit of your stomach when his long fingers slowly fiddled with the waistband of your satin shorts.

"Jungkook," you broke the kiss just to growl at him. What was taking him so fucking long? You thought he wanted to make you feel better?

"Ssshh..." He shut you up by kissing you once more. One moment he's peppering kisses all over your face and neck, the next he was yanking off your shorts.

He trailed his long fingers on your underwear. He wetted his lip salaciously upon realizing you're wearing a lace panties.

Fuck. Fuck. He'd give up anything just to see you right now. He imagined the look on your face as he removed your soaked underwear, spreading your legs right after.

Jungkook grabbed your right foot, kissing your sole, your calves—all the way to your inner thigh.

"Oh," your pussy clenched, desperate for something, anything.

"Am I doing good, noona?" Jungkook asked innocently, his upper lip twitching as he dipped his head on your thigh, kissing it more.

You hummed, wriggling until his face hit your center. Jungkook growled as he pulled your other feet, settling it over his shoulder. His hands dug into your hips to keep you in your place. You're squirming too much.

"Patience, baby..." He chuckled, struggling to steady you. He realized you wouldn't stop until you got what you wanted, so Jungkook dove in, moaning loud when his lips brushed against your cunt.

"Jung—Kook...I need you to oh!" You gripped the sheets again when without a warning, Jungkook ran his tongue through your parted folds.

"Sweet." Jungkook's lips twitched when your arousal coated his tongue.

"Shit...so good," tears brimmed in your eyes as Jungkook sucked on your clit.

"Relax, jagiya. I'm not going to hurt you." He cooed and pushed his tongue in and out of your pussy.

Your head tingled with foreign sensation. You gasped and screamed just as Jungkook added a finger in your hole. He pumped and curled it with the same rhythm of his tongue.

"Jungkook..." You cried, body convulsing. Your husband hummed. "F-Fingers. I need more."

You were so riled up. You took off your top so you could play with your breasts.

"Anything you want..." He followed your request. Jungkook didn't stop pumping and licking and sucking until you saw stars.

He was so obedient, tending to your needs like a good boy. Your heart swelled with both pain, lust, and envy.

Was he like this to his original wife? Did he follow whatever she wanted? Did she get to stare at his eyes as he swirled his tongue on her clit?

Fuck. The thought was enough to make your head spin.

You wanted that too. You wanted Jungkook to look at you with desire. You wanted him to be a good boy. All for you.

"Jungkook." You cried as you rocked your hips. Your stomach clenched, body flushed and full of sweat. "Don't stop please. I'm so close."

"Do it." He purred, slapping your clit before rubbing circles on it. His tongue continued to make wonders in your hole. "Shit. Yes, baby. That's right. Do it. Cum on my fingers." Jungkook kept patting your convulsing pussy, every tap caused you to squirt.

"Jungkook. I—I can't." You pushed his hand weakly.

"You can take more, jagiya." Jungkook rolled onto his back, hastily taking off his sweatpants and then he tugged you on top of him. You yelped with how quick he moved.

"You will ride my thigh, baby..." He leaned forward, cupping your face and murmuring this. You just came but you already felt heat building in your stomach.

He said those words as if he could read your mind.

"Go on." He demanded, digging his fingers into your waist and urging you to grind on his thigh.

You whimpered and gave it. Shit. Jungkook was so hot. He dipped his head to your chest, taking your nipple on his mouth while his hand palmed your other breast.

"Jungkook, oh my, God!" You couldn't stop whimpering as you rubbed your cunt against his muscular thigh. You cast your gaze on his hard cock, it was pressed on his stomach.

The tip of his dick was red, slit leaking with precum. It twitched, like it was begging to be touched...to be sucked.

Your mouth watered at the sight of it, unable to stop yourself from taking his cock in both of your hands, giving it few pumps.

Jungkook hissed at your touch. He sucked on your nipple harder.

"Fuck. Yes..." He licked your neck—"Use my thigh to make you cum, jagiya,"—and sucked bruises there.

You whimpered as you pulled his mouth back to yours for a rough kiss. You pumped his cock up and down, eliciting a deep growl from him.

"Mmph...I missed having you like this..." He confessed. Sooyoung always said she liked riding his thigh. Jungkook too. The feeling of her wet cunt on his skin was pure ecstasy.

"You're dripping all over me." Jungkook grunted while kissing your neck, his fingers found its way to your clit, encouraging you to come as he chased his high too.

You did nothing but to rub yourself against his thigh as you pumped his dick and massaged his balls. You wanted to take him in your mouth, but Jungkook was already coming, his abs clenched and you felt him spill his hot cum in your hands.

"Shit...Shit..." He rubbed your circles on your clit with so much ferocity, afraid to leave you chasing pleasure on your own.

It did the trick. You came on his thigh while you're busy sucking your fingers. You wondered what Jungkook's eyes would look if he saw you doing this.

Would his gaze darkened? Would he look at you with doe eyes and blushing cheeks?

"You feel better?" Your thoughts were halted when Jungkook spoke. He kissed you, smirking when he tasted him on your mouth. He slapped your ass.

"Jungkook!" You scolded him but he only laughed.

"What? You know you like it." He teased and kissed your mouth again.

You responded; however you slightly pushed his chest away before he could deepen the kiss.

Heat was traveling all over your body. Again.

"Kookie...we can't. I've come twice. I'll pass out if we go again."

Jungkook pouted but he relented. You got off his lap, wincing when you felt something leaking in your thighs.

"Ugh, I need to shower. " You snorted. "You too. We're filthy." And sticky with cum.

"Let's shower together?"

"No." You answered at once. You just wanted to tease him.

"Then I lost interest." Like a child, Jungkook collapsed on bed and kicked his feet.

"Get up you filthy boy!" You chuckled as you tried to pull his hands. Jungkook groaned, mirroring your action.

He was stronger than you so he managed to pull you to bed.

"Jungkook! Let me go!" You pried your arm out of his grasp but Jungkook only tightened his embrace to you. He even caged your legs with his thighs.

"Let's stay here for a while, jagiya. Let me cuddle you..."

And there it goes again—Jungkook's ability to coax you in doing what he desired. It sucked that you couldn't resist him.

You allowed him to hug you and to caress the top of your head lovingly. He also planted soft kisses on your ear and jawline.

Jungkook started humming, causing your eyes to flutter closed.

You were sleepy.

He was too. You heard him yawn. After that, he murmured something that was loud and clear in your head, a scream that shattered your fragile heart and its sharp pieces pierced through your whole body.

"I love you, Sooyoung..."

You didn't fall asleep.

You weren't able to fall asleep, but Jungkook did. Once you're sure he was cozy enough, you gently lifted his arm that was draped over your stomach.

You needed to get away from here.

You ran to the bathroom, locking it at once in case Jungkook woke up. You also opened the faucet to conceal your already silent whimpers.

Disgust.

The harrowing feeling in the pit of your stomach was back. The voice was still nowhere to be found which if you're being honest, was a big relief.

How were you supposed to get up and continue to live if the voice was here to remind you that you fucked up? Big time? That you weren't different from Jungkook's wife?

The Jeons said they hated Sooyoung because she was a gold-digging bitch. Were you different though? You agreed to do this for money too, and now you're using Jungkook for your sick pleasure too.

They're right.

You're nothing like Sooyoung.

Because you're so much worse.

You stared hard at your reflection in the mirror.

Tears cascaded down your cheeks.

You didn't notice the person staring right back at you.

You didn't know if she's still you.

You had to pull yourself together before you lost yourself here.

"This won't happen again." You told her. You told this to the person staring right back at you, hoping you could control her. After all, she's still you, right?

The woman in the mirror wasn't you.

She was uncontrollable. She didn't listen.

It happened again.

"Jungkook," your voice was unrecognizable. Were you scolding him or were you encouraging him to continue?

You and Jungkook were currently swimming in the pool here at the Jeon estate. It was just the two of you here, no helpers in sight. Maybe this was the reason why Jungkook was riled up.

He untied the strings of your bikini top, kneading your breast while smiling playfully. He shushed you when you tried to swat his hands away.

"You'll like this, jagiya." He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you closer on the side of the pool, the one near the return jet.

You gasped when he turned you around, your cunt feeling the high pressure of the water coming from the return jet.

"I'll help you cum so hard." He whispered as he showered kisses all over you exposed back, his hands reaching around to squeeze your tits. You liked how he rolled your nipples between his fingers.

Jungkook bit your shoulder when you started rubbing your ass against his hard cock.

You wanted to make him feel good too. You realized he always made sure to satiate you first. It had always been like this.

One time you two were in the kitchen to bake some cupcakes. Jungkook ate you out while you were leaning against the kitchen counter. He wasn't even bothered that his cock was left untouched. He came in his pants again though.

You also learned he was good at giving massages. You were sore from doing all of his laundry three days ago. Jungkook was very sensitive to smell. He didn't like the way their maids washed his clothes so he begged you to help him do the laundry. Jungkook told you specific steps on how to wash his clothes.

It took you hours to finish the laundry because he had a lot of dirty clothes. Jungkook was high-maintenance. He changed his clothes from time to time. Sweat bothered him so much, but going back, since you were exhausted, he offered to help your sore muscles through erotic massage and cunnilings.

You ended falling asleep after coming twice. Again, Jungkook's cock was left untouched.

There's also this one time when you were enjoying a peaceful dinner with the Jeons. Jungkook was sitting beside you and you could tell he was bored. He didn't want to hear his sisters talking about business anymore.

You discreetly pinched the side of his stomach when he started sighing loudly, hinting that he wanted to leave the table already.

"Behave." You remembered telling him. Jungkook only pouted his lips. A smile bloomed on your face when he followed your order. He even tried to engage in the conversation, but after a few minutes, he felt boredom tapping his shoulders.

Jungkook decided to play around, his hand finding its way to your thigh. You stifled a gasp, subtly asking him what he thought he was doing.

Jungkook shrugged as he ate his glazed donut. His other hand was busy digging on the soft flesh of your thighs, fingers trailing your heat.

"So wet," he whispered as he pushed your underwear to the side.

Jungkook ended up finger fucking you under the table that night. You couldn't do anything aside from faking a smile and wishing they hadn't noticed when with a few pumps, you came hard on Jungkook's fingers.

"Delicious." He shamelessly licked his cum coated finger in front of his family, pretending as if your arousal was the sugar icing of his glazed donut.

Ugh.

Damn Jeon Jungkook.

If there's one thing better than Jungkook making you cum, you could say it's when you two lay in bed at night.

Gone were the days you slept on separate beds. You had done freakier things with Jungkook to still be uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping by his side.

Fortunately, Jungkook didn't try to seduce you at night. He was already content holding you in his arms. He liked it when you rested your head against his chest while he repeatedly kissed your head.

"Alright, jagiya. What do you wanna learn about me tonight?" Jungkook suppressed his yawn.

He got tired swimming all day that all he wanted to do now was sleep. He didn't want to break his promise to you though. Weeks ago, you two made a deal to talk about random things about yourselves.

You wanted to get to know Jungkook. He felt the same way too. It was because you found out that Sooyoung never really shared her personal life with her husband. She also didn't try to learn more about Jungkook's personality. All she wanted from him was money.

"Hmm," you traced lazy circles on his chest. Jungkook was so warm. "Did you always want to be a pianist?"

"No."

His response surprised you.

"I like music, that's for sure, but I only tried playing that organ when Jinjoo-noona told me she likes boys who play the piano. You see, I really like my sisters. They treat me so well, you know? Jang-mi-noona too. She always gave me sweet snacks when I was younger."

Your heart swelled with adoration upon learning this story. You imagined Jungkook doing his best just to make his siblings proud.

"My tutors said I have a good future in the music industry. They call me a prodigy..." He trailed off, embarrassed to repeat the compliments made by his teachers. "I guess it got in my head a little so I said...why not try it? I can't think about anything I want to do yet so I figured it's best to follow what the grown ups say. They're supposed to know everything, right?"

Of course almost everyone believed that. What they didn't know was that adults were just like children too. They experienced new things every day. They were suddenly thrown into the real word even without their consent.

Adults had it worse than children actually. At least kids had adults to look after them, to do things for them when they found it too hard. But the adults? They didn't have anyone. They were expected to succeed all the time, a wrong move could cost them their lives.

"But I got tired of it. I realize I only like playing piano in my free time. I didn't want it to be my career. I didn't want it to define me." He sighed. "I didn't want it to become a chore."

Because playing piano was Jungkook's outlet, his escape from reality. Every time he hit the key, he felt like he was in another world. But if he chose to perform because people wanted it, then he would be forced to live in their world. He would be pressured to live in reality. His escape wouldn't be an escape anymore. He would be burdened now that people had expectations he needed to live up to.

Jungkook didn't want that.

That's the reason why he quit. His mother was wrong. He gave up because he wanted to and not because of Sooyoung.

"It's only a chore if you think it that way. You're responsible for your thoughts, Kookie. An unpleasant thing for others may be pleasant to you. It's just a matter of perspective. I hope you don't hinder yourself from doing something you love simply because you have doubts."

Jungkook's lips twitched.

"I really don't understand why you suddenly become so wise," he laughed as he kissed you on the cheeks. "What about you, Sooyoung-ah? What's your dream?"

"I want to open my own bar."

Jungkook visibly tensed at that. He didn't say anything at first though. He just moved closer to you, almost squeezing you in his chest, like he was afraid you'd get away.

And then he nuzzled your cheeks affectionately.

"Why? You miss performing, jagiya?" He must be talking about Sooyoung's job. Did he think you wanted to open a bar so 'you' could continue strip dancing and pleasuring different men at the end of the night?

"No, Kookie. All I want is to perform in front you." You tilted your head so that you could welcome his mouth.

Jungkook moaned between the kisses. He grabbed both of your cheeks to deepen the intimate act. He craved you. He would always crave you.

"So be a good boy and get better, okay? You have to see again. You still need to watch me perform for you..."

Time passed by. You weren't sure how long you had been pretending to be Jungkook's wife. All you knew was that you were starting to forget this was all an act.

You didn't hesitate to look back whenever someone called you by the name Sooyoung. You also didn't stop Jungkook whenever he touched your body as if it belonged to him.

"We have good news for you!" Mrs. Jeon's eyes twinkled one afternoon.

You were having lunch with the Jeons which was nothing new, except that Jungkook's father was here too.

Jang-mi and Jinjoo seemed excited as well. They looked like they were bubbles threatening to burst.

"What's the good news, eomma?" Jungkook asked nonchalantly as he stuffed his mouth with food.

You immediately wiped the remnant of kimchi sauce on the side of his lips. Jungkook kissed you in return.

He was comfortable showering you with affection in front of his family. He wasn't like this months ago though. Jungkook didn't even want the two of you to eat with his family before, but now he realized that the Jeons were fond of you. He felt like they loved you more than they loved him.

He couldn't blame his family though. You were easy to love—easier than the first time he met you at the club. Jungkook wasn't sure what triggered the change but he most certainly loved post-accident Sooyoung more.

"Your eye surgery has been confirmed, Jungkookie. You can have your vision back soon!"

You weren't sure how many times you hoped to hear these words before. If you remembered it correctly, you wished almost a hundred times a day for this very moment to happen. You imagined dancing around like you won the lottery because technically, you did.

You could finally have your blank check and leave Jeon Jungkook; however, now that it's happening, you felt like you had been robbed—it was as though the money you won from the lottery suddenly vanished, leaving you with unlimited liabilities.

You felt like you had to abscond in order to save yourself from your sins.

It's funny because that's exactly what you were supposed to do soon. You had to leave Jungkook and never come back.

You caused him so much pain and he'd know this soon.

You were damned.

As it turned out, you weren't the only one who was thrilled to know that Jungkook's surgery was happening soon.

Apparently, Jungkook didn't want to go to surgery too.

"Your hair is getting longer, Kookie." You said while brushing his hair with your fingers. It's the middle of the night. As usual, you two were cuddling on the same bed. The only difference from the other nights was that this time, you were the one stroking his hair and kissing him on the head.

You weren't sure why Jungkook was lonely. He barely talked the whole day. Maybe it had something to with the surgery? His mood changed right after hearing his mother's 'good news.'

"Braid my hair?" Jungkook asked softly.

You gave him a wild look.

"It's two in the morning, Jungkook."

"So?" His pouted lips indicated that he didn't care about time. All he wanted was for you to play with his hair. It was very soothing.

"Fine." You told him to sit on the accent chair. You grabbed your hairbrush and went behind the chair. Jungkook wrapped his hands around your wrist though.

"Sit on my lap, jagiya."

You groaned at his request.

"I thought you wanted me to braid your hair?"

"I do. But I want you to do it while sitting on my lap..." He patted his thigh.

You sighed, relenting.

"Don't expect this to look good. I can't properly braid your hair in this position."

Jungkook just hummed. His eyes fluttered shut when you started brushing his soft locks.

"Damn it. It's hard!" You complained when you found it hard to braid his hair in this posture. You changed position by straddling his lap. "Don't you get hard, Jeon."

You said when you felt his dick hitting your center.

He responded by burying his face in your neck. You were kidding. This was the first time he didn't react to your jokes.

He must be really sad.

You decided to just braid his hair. You weren't going to force him to share what he felt because who knew? Maybe he himself wasn't sure what he felt.

But you were wrong. Jungkook was certain about his feelings.

"I don't want to undergo surgery."

You dropped your hairbrush. You bit your lip too, your hands balled into a fist.

What did he just say?

"Don't be stubborn, Jungkook." You gritted your teeth.

Who would have thought you'd have this reaction? You couldn't lie. You were disappointed too when Mrs. Jeon said Jungkook could have his vision back soon. However it's only because you didn't want to leave yet.

Now that you're hearing Jungkook say that he didn't want to get better, you realized you two didn't really share the same feeling.

You wanted him to get better, even if it meant you had to leave and hurt him. This was for his own good. You were temporary in his life.

You weren't the girl who made a vow to stay with him always and forever.

You were a fraudster—taking this in mind, you realized you had to convince Jungkook to push through the eye surgery.

You got off his lap. Jungkook grabbed your wrist before you could take another step away from him.

"But what if you leave me?" You saw different emotions coming from Jungkook: anger, frustration, desolation, and loneliness.

But never fear.

It wasn't like Jungkook wasn't scared. He was. He was frightened almost all the time, but the fear he was showing now was different.

It's the kind of fear that would break him beyond repair. Jungkook didn't know if he could survive life without you by his side.

"Don't be silly. W-Why would I leave?" Your heart was hammering through your chest.

Did Jungkook know? Did he know you were pretending to be his wife?

The answer was no. He was oblivious about your plan, regrettably what he believed the reason why you'd leave was more shocking than him knowing the truth.

"Because you will no longer pity me!" The frustration he felt was back. Tears immediately filled Jungkook's eyes. He was gripping your hand with the same force he used the first time he woke up after being in a coma for weeks.

Jungkook's chest heaved. He was shivering all over, even his teeth chattered.

You realized he was hyperventilating. He was so scared. The fight that happened inside his car which led to the accident was coming back to him.

He could taste the anxiety in his mouth when Sooyoung claimed she'd divorce him. Jungkook remembered how his wife unfastened her seat belt, like she was willing to jump out of the door just to get away from him—all of these frightened the hell out of him.

You didn't know what else to do but to hug him.

"Jungkook...stop..." Your embrace tightened. You were basically squishing him in your chest. You would do anything to make him believe you're not going anywhere. This situation was frustrating him. He was probably stumbling in the dark thinking that his wife wasn't going to guide him through the light.

"I'm not going to leave you, my Jungkookie. I'm always here." You cupped both of his cheeks before nuzzling them.

And then you said your last straw.

"I love you, Jungkook...."

He stopped trembling right away.

I love you.

You didn't think it would be so easy to utter these three words. Was it because you were good at lying? Or was it because you were being honest when you expressed your feelings?

You didn't want to think about it anymore. You were done questioning yourself. All you wanted to do now was appreciate Jungkook's response.

"I love you too."

I love you too. He said this while emphasizing the word you. This was the first time he said these three words without attaching Sooyoung's name.

For a moment, you felt like Jungkook was confessing to you and not to his late wife.

It felt so good you were certain you're gonna treasure this moment forever.

You thought you'd have to shed blood, sweat, and tears just to convince Jungkook to undergo surgery, fortunately telling him that you loved him already did the trick.

You wondered how many times Sooyoung had said those words to him. Jungkook looked taken aback when you confessed. Maybe his real wife wasn't that expressive?

"Don't put anything near your eyes, Kookie." You reminded him while helping him brush his hair.

Jungkook just finished taking a bath. You were helping him groom himself. This was a special day, as in the day when he'd finally push through the surgery.

"Not even eye cream? I didn't get to sleep last night. What if I look like shit?" He pouted while you chuckled.

"You're perfect, pretty boy," and then you gave him a peck on the lips. Jungkook tried to deepen the kiss, making you giggle.

"Stop. We'll be late." You playfully shoved his chest. Jungkook grumbled but didn't say anything.

The Jeons were already waiting for you and Jungkook when you stepped out of the bedroom.

"Ready?" Mrs. Jeon smiled, though it's forced. You could tell she's nervous.

"Yes, eomeoni." You grinned back hoping it would somehow calm her down. You wanted to assure her you wouldn't leave until Jungkook's in the hospital.

There's no need for you to stay and wait for the surgery to finish. The doctors guaranteed it would be successful. As it should. The Jeon paid a large sum of money for this.

"Perfect. Let's go!" Mrs. Jeon instructed the helpers and drivers to move.

You assisted Jungkook in getting into the car. He specifically requested to be in the same vehicle as you. He also said he didn't want any other people, except the driver, to ride with you two.

"Good?" You fondled the back of Jungkook's hand.

He's so quiet and instead of answering, he simply squeezed your hand and rested his head on your shoulder.

You swore you could feel his heart beating.

"You're nervous?"

Jungkook groaned in response.

You kissed the side of his head and then you asked him if he wanted you to sing. Jungkook loved your voice so much. It instantly calmed him down.

"Okay, baby." You kissed his temple again before humming. The song stuck in your mind was Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. It had a soft melody that helped someone feel at ease.

"Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me, yeah ~ and hold me in your arms..."

You couldn't help but smile. The nights you spent cuddled with Jungkook flashed in your mind.

Oh, how fast the night changed. Before, you didn't want Jungkook anywhere near you. He scared you, he made you feel like he was going to hurt everyone around him.

"And your heart's against my chest. Your lips pressed to my neck..."

This was your favorite position. Nothing would top the feeling of being able to feel Jungkook's heart beat.

You thought some people were exaggerating when they said they could spend their life listening to the heartbeat of the people they loved.

You understood them now. Jungkook's heartbeat provided you comfort. It was a constant reminder that he was capable of loving, and that he was alive—he was real and he was going to stay with you, even if it was just for a short while.

"I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet..." Your voice almost cracked but you held it in.

You inhaled sharply. I'm falling for your eyes, but they will never know me. This was how it should be.

No word 'yet,' because you would never be given a chance to see Jungkook again after this.

"And with a feeling I'll forget. I'm in love now..."

You had to forget him. You had to run very, very far away from him.

"Kiss me like you wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love..."

You had never kissed someone the way you kissed Jungkook. With others, you sought comfort. With Jungkook, you strived to be the comfort.

Lies. You were not the embodiment of comfort. You were the personification of despair and betrayal.

"Settle down with me and I'll be your safety...you'll be my lady ~"

Jungkook swore he'd change for you. He would no longer act just to save face. He'd beg his parents to write his name in the will again if that's going to make you happy.

He'd be your safety. You'd never go astray as long as he was alive.

"I was made to keep your body warm, but I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms..."

But for now, he'd ask you to keep him safe. He was cold, he was stuck in a very dark place. He needed you to light him up and keep him warm.

He didn't need to ask. You would do that. Anything for your sweet Jeon Jungkook.

You continued singing while holding him in your arms. He looked so small like this, like a boy who needed love.

He needed love.

He wanted to be loved by you.

You wanted to give him love too, so after you sang the last verse of the song, you smiled and nuzzled his cheeks...

And then you kissed both of his eyes.

The medical workers assisted Jungkook the second the car stopped in front of the hospital building.

"What about you, Sooyoung-ah?" Jungkook asked when he realized you were still inside the car. He didn't feel you move.

"I'll follow you in a while, Kookie. I just need a moment..."

Jungkook furrowed his brow, but instead of questioning you, he just sighed.

You smiled sadly.

"It's going to be okay, Jungkook-ah. I promise I'll be the first person you'd see after the surgery."

Jungkook couldn't help it. A smile bloomed on his face.

"Okay. I love you, noona."

"I love you too, my Kookie..."

Jungkook was escorted inside the hospital after that. You, on the other hand, immediately closed the door of the car.

You turned to the driver of the Jeons who was already looking at you.

"Where should I drop you, Mam?"

You smiled at the driver.

"Anywhere. Just make sure it's very far away from here."

A low moan escaped her mouth as she arched her back, welcoming the pleasure of his cock teasing her entrance.

"Call me, Kookie." He demanded, lips dangerously close to her mouth. He wanted to hear her say his name first.

"W-What?" The woman seemed lost. She cried when he slapped her ass cheek. It hurt, but it felt good.

She wanted him to do it again.

"Say it." He repeated, this time his voice was colder as he dragged the tip of his cock through her wet folds.

"Kookie..." The girl mewled. She would do anything he wanted as long as he didn't stop pleasuring her.

But he stopped.

He stopped just when she was about to reach her high.

"What the fuck—"

"Get out." He pulled away from her.

The girl gasped. She's about to say something but he beat her to it.

"You're not her. I don't want to see your face. Get out."

The girl was too stunned to speak so she just let out a huff, glaring at him as she immediately straightened her dress.

"You're a fucking asshole, Jungkook." And then she left.

Everybody left.

What was wrong about him and why did everyone leave? Was it because that girl was right? Was he really an asshole?

"But she's not her." Jungkook muttered under his breath, trying to silence the voice in his head telling him he fucked up.

He fucked up the good thing he had with that girl just because she's not you.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." The growl Taehyung let out didn't even make Jungkook flinch.

He had done far more embarrassing things than banged Taehyung's door in the middle of the night.

"My head hurts, hyung." Jungkook groaned as he made his way to the couch. He didn't have to wait for the older boy to let him in. He just knew he was always welcome here.

"You can't just barge in here at three fucking am, Jeon." Or maybe not. Needless to say, Jungkook didn't care. Taehyung owed him one.

"You owe me one, Kim." And he never failed to remind Taehyung this.

"I owe you one?" The owner of the house scoffed. He was sneering as if Jungkook's presence was a big burden, but then he proceeded to make hot cocoa for the 'intruder.' Taehyung also grabbed ibuprofen in his medicine cabinet.

He handed the cocoa and the pill to Jungkook.

"Drink up, you idiot." Taehyung let out an exhale as he plopped down beside the younger boy.

"You reek alcohol and..." Taehyung sniffed Jungkook's neck. "Girls. I can smell different perfumes on you. Damn, how many girls did you fuck?"

It was a good question. Jungkook tried to remember, sadly he couldn't. He shrugged, as if he didn't care.

"Doesn't matter. They're not her."

Taehyung sucked in a deep breath after Jungkook said those words. He really lost it, huh?

"Of course they're not her. It's been five years, Kook. When will you realize she doesn't want to be found?"

"I will never stop looking for her. She owes me too." Jungkook tightened his hold on the cup of cocoa. However, the determination he felt was shattered when Taehyung spoke again.

"Why do you keep insisting people owe you something? Haven't you learned anything in five years, huh, Jungkookie?"

Jungkookie. What a fucking lame way to call him. It reminded him of the way you utter his nickname: Kookie.

He hated it. He hated you so much. How was it possible for you to still occupy his thoughts even though it had been five years since you left?

Five years since his eye surgery.

Five years since he started seeing again.

Five years since he found out Sooyoung died.

Five years since he came to know about his family's cruel plan.

Five years since the Jeons revealed you're nothing but a fraud.

Five years since you left.

You left.

You left after telling him you'd never leave. You were a liar. A user. A manipulator. You tricked him and he was too naïve to realize it.

"I have. And it's to confront people who owe me."

Taehyung scoffed again. He couldn't help it. Jungkook was being petty.

"So is that why you're here? You want to confront me? You want to know why I didn't describe her face?" Taehyung shook his head. "Is it my fault I don't remember? How many times do I have to tell you we only saw her once—"

"I don't care! You should try harder!" Jungkook was raging when he turned to his best friend. His eyes were bloodshot that Taehyung couldn't help but swallow thickly.

Jungkook looked so miserable without you.

"That's all I'm asking, hyung. To try harder! You know how desperate I am!"

Jungkook's scream reminded Taehyung about what happened five years ago. It was very similar to this. He remembered Jungkook barging in his home in the middle of the night; his face was pale, eyes dilated as if he'd lose something important if he blinked.

"Hyung! You have to help me!" Eighteen year-old Jungkook begged. He was clutching a sketchbook in his chest.

"Jungkook, what's happening? Calm down..." Taehyung tried to comfort the younger boy. He wasn't an expert or something, but he felt like getting stressed would affect Jungkook's healing process. His eye surgery was successful; however it didn't mean his life was already back to normal. He still needed to be careful. He needed to manage his stress level, especially because it hadn't even been a week since the surgery.

"I-I can’t. I went to Jimin-hyung but he can't help me. You're my only hope, hyung!" Jungkook was staring at his best friend using those doe eyes, the asset which was very hard to resist. No one was immune to this, not even Taehyung.

"Tell me how I can help you, Kook."

It was the wrong thing to say. Jungkook became more riled up. He clumsily sat on the couch as he opened his sketchbook.

"You met her, right? You met the girl who pretended to be my wife. You..." Jungkook's lips quivered. He was slurring because he was speaking too fast.

It broke Taehyung's heart to see him like this. Jungkook was restless. The bags under his eyes were getting darker. He lost weight in a span of days.

This was bad.

"You have to describe to me how she looks, hyung. I-I will draw her face. I'm good at it, you know? I...I can draw! Please. Please...I really need to see her."

"Jungkook—" Taehyung's voice drowned when Jungkook spoke frantically.

"Let's start with something easy, okay? What's the color of her eyes? What about its shape? Almond? Upturned? Small? Speak up, hyung. Lips! Does she have thin lips? Thick? Nose? Her lips? Her eyes? Almond?"

Taehyung stopped listening to Jungkook. He kept repeating the same thing. It's obvious he wasn't in the right state of mind. He was so desperate to the point that he looked pathetic. Who were you and what did you do to Jungkook?

Why did he become like this?

"I'm sorry, Kook. I really can't remember her face. I only met her once because you basically pushed us away from her." Jungkook used to be so immature. He felt jealousy consuming him whenever you talked to his friends and male caregivers.

"Try harder. Please! I have to see her." Jungkook cried the same thing over and over again.

Taehyung repeatedly shook his head too.

"I can't help you, Jungkookie. What about your family? They see her all the time before."

Jungkook threw his pencil away because of the frustration he felt at Taehyung's suggestion.

"You think I didn't ask them?" It was stupid. Taehyung was stupid. Of course Jungkook begged his family to tell him the truth about you; unfortunately they kept their mouth shut. Besides, Jungkook wasn't sure if he could trust the information his family would give him. They fooled him before, what's stopping them from doing it again?

He remembered begging them to tell him your name though.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook-ah. We don't know her real name too." Jinjoo was remorseful.

Jungkook hated her. He couldn't believe he used to adore his sister. They're all liars. How could they not know your name? They were the ones who hired you.

Jungkook was so desperate he didn't believe his sisters. He tried asking their helpers and his other caregivers about you; regrettably it looked like they were paid to shut up.

Jungkook went as far as demanding a CCTV copy of the day you and him went to Lotte World, hoping he could at least see your face even on that small screen. Unfortunately, just like the caregivers and other helpers, they were paid by the Jeons too.

Or was it you? Did you use the blank check the Jeons gave you to silence those people? Yes, he knew about the deal you made with his family. Jungkook was feral. He demanded to know about the reason for your pretense. Mrs. Jeon told her son the truth. She told him everything except any information that would reveal your identity.

Everyone was protecting you, even Taehyung and Jimin and it's breaking his heart. Why did you want to get away from him? Didn't he treat you right? Didn't you feel anything for him? Was everything that you two had done meant nothing to you?

It's unfair.

Jungkook's heart recoiled every time he thought about those moments. You weren't his real wife but what he felt for you during those moments were real.

It's real.

It's real and he wanted to be able to look into your eyes and ask if it's real for you too.

Jungkook swore he would never give up looking for you. He would do anything just to see you again, even if it meant flipping the world upside down, even if it meant stringing along women who sounded like you—because even though five years had passed, all he could think about was you and the way you kissed his eyes.

Jungkook woke up to the sound of his phone ringing.

"Shit." He grumbled, hands automatically massaging his aching neck. He wanted to open his eyes, but the blinding light was making it difficult to do so.

The blinding light was none other than the sun, which he didn't understand. The curtains in his room were always close. Who the fuck drew it open today?

"Fucking shut up already." Jungkook let a roar while fumbling his phone out of the pocket of his jeans. He immediately pressed the blinking screen to listen to his voicemail.

"Good morning, Mr. Jeon. It's detective Jung Hoseok. I take it you're still asleep? Please call me back once you receive this message. I have new information about your Jane Doe."

Hoseok's voice was what forced Jungkook to peel his eyes open. This was also the time when he realized he wasn't in his apartment. He was slouching on the couch in Taehyung's living room. Ah. This was why his neck was stiff. He was in a very awkward position for hours.

"Also, please stop threatening to kill my subordinates. We take threats very seriously in this job. Call me back when this message reaches you. Have a great day, Mr. Jeon."

The voice message ended after that. Jungkook gritted his teeth. It was early in the morning but he's already annoyed. He told Hoseok to stop calling you Jane Doe.

It made him feel like you were dead. He's pretty sure you're not. Your whereabouts were just unknown—this was also the reason why Jungkook hired Jung Hoseok. He was said to be the best detective when it came to finding a lost person.

It's been five years since Jungkook hired him, unfortunately he still hadn't found you. It made Jungkook irritable, leading him to threaten the people working for Hoseok. They're all useless. Why couldn't they find you?

Admittedly, the answer was simple. Hoseok and his team were looking for you across the globe. There was a possibility that you left Korea after getting your blank check.

But where exactly did you go?

Maybe Jungkook could ask Hoseok. He said he had new information about you, right?

"Let's meet in our usual meeting place. Be there in ten minutes." Jungkook also sent a voice message to the detective.

He sighed, hoping this was the day he'd finally see you.

Jungkook was pissed and Hoseok was the culprit.

"Why are you the one deciding where and when we should fucking meet, huh?" Jungkook was spitting fire. He told the detective he wanted to meet up in ten minutes; however, Hoseok said he would only meet Jungkook at exactly eleven pm tonight. He also changed the location of their meeting.

Hoseok wanted to meet up in a bar somewhere in the unprogressive part of Seoul. The idea made Jungkook scoff. There were many high-end bars located in Itaewon. Why would the detective choose a cheap bar?

"Fucking Jung Hoseok." Jungkook gritted his teeth as he removed his helmet. He shook his head, causing his mint locks to become messy.

Jungkook was driving a motorcycle. He tried to avoid using other vehicles after his surgery, especially cars. He hated cars because it only reminded him of the two women he lost.

Fucking cars.

"Where the fuck are you, Jung? I can't fucking leave my bike here." Jungkook hissed, profanities escaped his mouth as he sent another voice message to the detective. Why wasn't he answering Jungkook's call? It's already 11:05pm.

Jungkook couldn't decide whether to leave his bike in this shitty parking space and search every bar in this shitty neighborhood or to stay and just wait for the detective's call. Hoseok didn't mention the name of the bar where he planned to meet Jungkook.

What a scumbag. He's full of shit. Jungkook was annoyed. He felt like he's wasting his money on Hoseok.

"Fuck it." He cussed again before deciding to leave his bike in the dark. Who cared? Jungkook realized he didn't care if someone stole it. All he could think about right now was the information Hoseok had managed to gather. This inspired him to roam around the neighborhood, though he couldn't help but roll his eyes as he jumped from one bar to another. Every place was empty. Jungkook wondered why these people decided to conduct their business in this neighborhood. It was obvious that customers flocked at Itaewon. Who would even want to go here? This place was similar to a pigsty.

"What can I get you, pretty boy?"

Jungkook flinched when an old woman suddenly touched his shoulder. She smiled at him, stretching her lips wider, unfortunately it still failed to straighten the crease on her forehead.

She must be really old.

"Uh..." Jungkook looked around. Hoseok wasn't here. "I'm just looking around. Sorry, I'll leave—ouch! What the fuck—"

Jungkook yelped in pain when the woman unexpectedly hit his shoulder. She was old yet her hand was still heavy, like it was made of metal.

"Aigoo! You're a bad luck! You dared to enter my shop and just leave without buying anything? You're supposed to be my first customer! You ruined my luck tonight!" The older woman kept on hitting Jungkook. She struck his arms, his chest, and the back of his head.

"Ah, stop it!" Jungkook covered his face. "Fine! Fine! I'll order everything on the menu! Just stop hitting me!"

The old woman complied at once. Her big smile was back, eyes twinkling.

What the hell.

"Good, good! Now sit down like a good boy and I'll prepare your food!"

Jungkook didn't have a choice but to do what the woman said.

Damn it.

Jungkook didn't know it but you worked right across the bar where he's currently at. It's the same place where Hoseok wanted to meet him.

Jungkook wished to see you tonight and Hoseok's going to make sure that would happen.

"Let me guess..." You flashed Hoseok a big grin as you raised your brow. "One Moscow Mule, right?"

The detective grinned back at you as he nodded his head. His expression only caused you to smile wider.

You didn't know Hoseok's name but you already knew the drink he would order. It's the same thing every night. Hoseok discovered Déjà vu, the name of the bar where you worked, three weeks ago. Ever since that night, he never failed to go back to this place.

He swung by at eleven on the dot. Hoseok's actions were predictable. First, he would swiftly come in as he removed his hat. After that he would go straight to the bar counter, occupying the third spot of the bar stool. Customers rarely went to this bar so that spot was always available for Hoseok.

Once he's settled on his seat, Hoseok would flash you a charming smile and proceed to order his favorite drink: Moscow Mule. Tonight you beat him by saying it first.

Hoseok usually stayed for just ten minutes. He was always silent as he sipped on his drink, carefully scanning the whole place.

There were only five people in the bar and that included you and him already.

"Rough night at work?" You weren't sure what compelled you to start a conversation with Hoseok. Maybe it's his smile?

Hoseok always smiled brightly at you. He still did it tonight, but something didn't feel right. Tonight, his smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Yeah. My boss is being a butt." He snorted.

"Hm, all bosses are butts though."

"Yah! I heard that!" Seokjin, the bar owner, aka your boss, heard what you just said.

"Oh! Sajangnim! I didn't see you there." You faked a gasp, lying that you had no idea he was standing just a meter away from you. Seokjin was busy mixing drinks—his own drink.

Hoseok raised his brow in amusement. He had been visiting this bar for three weeks now but this was the first time he saw you interact with your boss. It was apparent that you had a good relationship with him.

"So what did you do that made your boss mad?"

Hoseok didn't realize he was spacing out until he felt Seokjin's breath fanning his cheek. Damn. Seokjin was leaning too close to him. It made Hoseok's cheeks turn red.

He was literally the most handsome man Hoseok had ever seen—this was coming from a man who had travelled the whole world. Shit.

"Ah! Why are you assuming he's the one at fault?" You pointed at Hoses' face.

Seokjin snorted.

"Because the boss is always right!"

Hoseok's lips twitched as he watched you bicker with your boss. He found it amusing and frankly, it made him wonder if you ever talked to Jungkook like this too.

Hoseok had known his boss for five years now; regrettably he hadn't seen Jungkook smile. Not even once. He was always scowling, as though he was angry at the world. Actually, he looked like he was carrying the world on his shoulders.

Except it's not his world. How could it be when his world was bickering with Seokjin right now?

"He's not really a butt, you know? My boss is just going through something." Hoseok interjected your conversation with your boss.

You turned to face Hoseok.

"Damn. You shouldn't have said that. I lost to him now!" You playfully pouted while glaring at Seokjin. The latter laughed it off, happy that he won.

Hoseok chuckled as well.

"Sorry. I just have to ready myself, you know...to kiss his ass. I'm meeting him tonight."

"Wait! Right now? As in...here?" You were shocked that you almost dropped the second glass of Hoseok's drink.

Was it weird that you suddenly felt nervous? His boss wasn't your boss, yet you felt like you're the one being reprimanded.

Your heart actually skipped a beat.

"Yeah—"

The bell rang, indicating that someone entered the bar.

You, Seokjin, and Hoseok all turned towards the door where Jungkook just emerged.

"That's him. That's my boss..." Hoseok switched his gaze back to you just so he could watch your reaction. He was expecting to see ‘surprise’ painting your face and honestly, you didn't disappoint.

You made the exact face Hoseok had been imagining. It's almost comically painful to see your eyes growing big. Your body froze though, like you suddenly became a mannequin. Hoseok wasn't sure if you were even breathing. He also didn't know that your stomach twisted in pain and fear.

"Jung Hoseok, you fucking asshole!"

Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook was back.

Run. Unlike five years ago, the voice in your head was cooperating now, telling you to run for the hills before Jungkook saw you.

His attention was currently focused on Hoseok. Jungkook was fuming. His jaw ticked and for the very first time, you saw how his hooded eyes bore into you.

Into you.

His eyes bore into you.

Into you—Into you?

"Have we met before?"

You choked.

You literally choked on your spit when Jungkook spoke to you. You were so stunned to see him that you didn't realize when he looked at you. Weren't he just lashing out on Hoseok?

"Man, if you had a dollar every time someone uses that pick up line to you, you'd surely be rich by now." Seokjin was the one who answered Jungkook's question. Your boss shook his head like he was disappointed. This bar rarely had customers but when someone came, they always tried to hit on you—this was why Seokjin made sure to be around all the time. He was ready to butt in the moment he sensed a customer was making you uncomfortable.

He couldn't decipher the current situation though. Did you know Jungkook? Why were you rooted on your spot? Did something happen between the two of you before? Seokjin had many queries running inside head.

"I—I'm not..." Jungkook pursed his lips, brows knitting while explaining his side to your boss. "I know I haven't seen her before, but she seems..."

Your fake husband trailed off, not knowing how to complete his statement. What's the right word to use? Familiar?

"Jamais vu." Hoseok interrupted, supping his drink. "I believe that's the term you're looking for, Mr. Jeon."

Mr. Jeon. No doubt, he was really the same man you love—took advantage of before.

He was the same Jungkook who showed you love just because he thought you were his wife. Jamais Vu. Hoseok was right. Jungkook had literally never seen you, but you were familiar.

You were familiar because you had kissed him, touched him, and murmured sweet nothings to him as you chased your high.

It had been five years since you had seen him. Who would have thought you'd meet again like this?

"Well, what I think is that you're stupid if you've met her before and forgot about it. How could you? She's literally the best person in this world." Seokjin put his arms around you, as if he was protecting you. You two had known each other for years now. You wouldn't mind him doing this. You were comfortable around him.

Truthfully, you appreciated that he's doing this for you. You weren't really sure what to do right now. You were still frozen and scared to speak.

Would he remember my voice if I speak? You wondered, making your heart recoiled. Shit. No.

"Ah, so you know how to kiss butts too, huh?" Hoseok teased, still going at it with the joke. Seokjin didn't miss the way the detective watched your expression—it was like he's waiting for you to react in a certain way.

It's very different with the way Jungkook looked at you. Hoseok's boss stared at you like you were a damn puzzle he needed to solve. His gaze was both dark and sparkling though. Weird combination.

"You got me! But I can definitely do way more than that—" Seokjin turned you around, almost pushing you away from Hoseok and Jungkook's stare.

"—Mr. Jeon!" Your boss called Jungkook's attention in another attempt to stop him from eying you. He succeeded.

Barely.

"Looks like you had a rough night. Care for a drink? It's on the house..."

"Huh? Um—" Jungkook licked his lips, momentarily shifting his attention to Seokjin. "Drink? Yeah. I need one. Whatever you can make. I don't....have preference."

And then he was looking at you again.

Seokjin grinned.

"Perfect! I'll have your drink ready." Your boss smiled at Jungkook before turning to you. "You're free to take your break. You must be tired..."

You were not—at least not physically. Your shift just started, but you wouldn't mind taking a break.

You needed it. You needed to get out of here.

"Thanks, Sajangnim." You turned your back on Seokjin before he could reply, desperate to shake off the weird way your heart fluttered as Jungkook stared at you.

The night you met Jungkook again after five years, you decided to do what you're best at: running.

You listened to the voice inside your head that used to be annoying. In fairness, the voice wasn't urging you to do something stupid.

For once, it told you something you should have done in the first place.

You should have never agreed to the plans of the Jeons. You shouldn’t have pretended to be someone you were not because you see, five years had passed but you're still pining after Jungkook.

It's stupid and you knew it. You were an idiot for falling into the trap you made. You were an idiot for thinking that the affection Jungkook had shown you was for you.

Thinking about those sweet moments still left you teary-eyed. The longing you felt was so intense that sometimes you just wanted to rip your heart out.

This was one of those times.

Seeing Jungkook after five years made the hole in your heart deeper. You missed him so much. All you wanted to do was hug him and kiss him again.

But you couldn't.

You couldn't because things had changed. He changed. He was no longer the boy you could easily fool.

Jungkook grew up and he could see now.

You were afraid he could see through your lies so you had to leave. You told Seokjin you only needed a break for fifteen minutes, sadly thirty minutes had passed but your heart was still beating violently.

There was no way you could go back inside the bar while Jungkook was around.

No. You would never allow your paths to cross again. The guilt you felt was already heavy. You would surely stumble if you gave into the selfish part of you who wanted to be with him again.

No. You weren't going to repeat the same mistake before, not now that you were in control of the girl you saw in the mirror.

She was no longer weak for Jeon Jungkook.

"I guess you found out before I even had the chance to tell you, huh?" The corner of Hoseok's mouth twitched as he watched Jungkook watch you hurriedly leave the bar the second Seokjin said you could take a break.

"Is..." Jungkook slowly switched his gaze at the detective when he couldn't see you anymore. Where did you go? What did you do during your breaks? Did you smoke? Drink coffee? Meet up with someone?

Jungkook realized he knew absolutely nothing about you. Not even your name.

"Is she..." Jungkook repeated again. It's hard to get the words out of his mouth.

"She is." Hoseok understood it anyway. "She's the person you're looking for. She's the one who pretended to be your wife."

Jungkook's heart constricted, throat closing up.

He couldn't breathe.

"T-That's her...?" Jungkook's voice broke, eyes brimming with tears.

He was conflicted. He wanted to run after you, confront you, embrace you, shout at you, kiss you...but he's frozen—which was the complete opposite of what's happening inside of him.

When you left, Jungkook felt like his world stopped. He didn't want to do anything aside from being angry. Dark thought clouded his mind too. I should have died with Sooyoung that day. Jungkook also isolated himself for months.

He didn't want to see people because he felt like all of them were just going to trick him. It's very difficult to trust now that the person who he believed with all of his heart ended up crushing his spirit.

Jungkook wanted to be mad at you. How could he do it when the moment he saw you, he instantly felt like his world was spinning again?

He saw everything with color again. It wasn't stuck in your eyes or in Sooyoung's eyes. The colors were everywhere.

It's not just the colors; the air he breathed finally filled his lungs too.

And the sound ringing in his ears? It intensified. As matter of fact, he could feel his heart beating with the same rhythm of the music blasting in this bar.

I've been running through the jungle I've been running with the wolves

To get to you, to get to you

Jungkook's world was bright now that he found you. He spent the last five years running through the jungle and teaming up with wolves just to reach you.

I've been down the darkest alleys

Saw the dark side of the moon

To get to you, to get to you

Jungkook remembered all the things he had done to get to you—the thing he had to go through in order to get in touch with Hoseok.

It's not enough that Jungkook had money. Hoseok was a big deal. You had to prove yourself to him before he worked for you.

Jungkook, at the age of nineteen, begged and almost kissed Hoseok's feet just to make him want to find you.

It paid off. Hoseok was loyal to Jungkook now. He would do anything to find you.

But it wasn't easy. The detective took long to find you, forcing Jungkook to execute his own mission:

I've looked for love in every stranger, took too much to ease the anger all for you

He did. Taehyung and Jimin scolded him though. His friends told him he couldn't possibly fuck and entertain all women who sounded like you.

Jungkook cackled at the memory of that. It's like his life was flashing before his eyes. Everything came back to him, reminding him about the pain he had to go through, but it’s not to encourage him to get mad at you.

No.

Jungkook chose to think otherwise.

He was reminded of the hardships to make him realize that getting you back would be worth it.

Jungkook swore he'd get to you.

Your shift at Déjà vu started at 10:30pm every night. Seokjin couldn't afford to hire more staff so you worked for him every single day, including Sundays.

You didn't mind. You needed money and frankly, being a bartender in Seokjin's bar was easy. You got paid well even though you barely mixed drinks. As mentioned, customers rarely visited the store.

Hoseok was the only regular customer you had. Unfortunately, it looked like he wasn't going to be here tonight.

Or ever.

Another customer arrived at eleven on the dot though.

"Hi." Jungkook.

Just when you thought you'd never see him again, Jungkook came back and shattered that silly thought you had.

Like last night, you were caught off guard by his presence again. Jungkook occupied Hoseok's spot while you tried your best to smile.

You were certain you looked constipated, but you figured that's better than letting him hear your voice.

That's dangerous.

"Margarita. Please..." Jungkook said softly as he stared at you. Like last night, he looked at you like he was trying to figure out if you were the one who put the stars in the sky.

It made your heart clench. It's painful to hear his voice again after so long. Not just that, you also felt like there's something wrong with his request—like it was incomplete.

You realized you're waiting for him to say the word jagiya.

"Miss...?" Jungkook blurted out, pulling you back to reality. You spaced out in front of him. Again. What the hell was wrong with you?

You nodded at Jungkook, grabbing your shaker and not biting his bait. He called you miss and then he trailed off, as if he wanted you to say your name.

Thank goodness Seokjin didn't require you to wear a name tag. Jungkook pouted though. He thought he'd coax you to utter your name without really asking for it.

Guess he had to try harder, huh? But not now. Definitely not now. All he could do tonight was stare at you as you prepared his order.

Jungkook was the new Hoseok. As expected, the detective didn't visit Déjà vu again. However Jungkook did.

He came back every night, eleven on the dot. Jungkook was like Hoseok too. He would swiftly enter the bar and go straight to the bar counter.

Hoseok had a hat. Jungkook brought his helmet that complemented his black leather jacket.

You had never seen Jungkook dressed up like this before. He only wore a plain white shirt and sweatpants back when you were still pretending to be Sooyoung.

Jungkook was more stylish now. He even dyed his hair mint. Jungwoo, Jang-mi's three year-old son, always teased Jungkook, saying that his uncle's hair was like mint chocolate.

Jungkook's hair was also longer than you remembered. Things changed. His already toned body was thicker too. Underneath his jacket was a body that seemed like it had been sculptured to perfection. You could see the tattoos on the back of his hand too. You wondered if he was hiding his inked arms under his jacket. You wished you could see.

"Thanks," Jungkook smiled warmly at you when you placed his margarita in front of him. Tonight marked the tenth time of his visit in this bar.

Jungkook never failed to show up. Fortunately you weren't that bothered anymore. He wasn't doing anything that made you uncomfortable.

Jungkook literally sat on the bar stool, silently sipping on his drink. You noticed how he winced every time he supped his margarita. You always had to suppress your laughter upon seeing his scowl though.

You couldn't help it. A lot of things changed about Jungkook but you realized he was still the same boy who despised bitter things.

"He's staring at you again." Seokjin discreetly whispered to you while preparing the order of another customer. "Are you sure he's not bothering you?"

"I'm fine." You let out a deep breath, looking back at Jungkook who wasn't looking at you anymore. His attention was focused on whatever the other customer beside him was saying.

You turned to Seokjin, unable to stomach the sight of Jungkook conversing with another woman. What was wrong with you? You didn't have the right to feel this way.

"Do you know him or something?" Seokjin poured the drink on a glass.

You liked Seokjin, you really did, but you weren't about to tell him how you got to know Jungkook. It's fucked up. He might end up firing you or worse, hating you.

"No. Not really." You grabbed the glass of cocktail your boss had made. "I'll bring this to our lovely customer over there."

Seokjin didn't argue but you heard him laugh.

You swore you even heard him mutter "jealous," under his breath.

Jungkook didn't know how to get your attention. You always shut him out whenever he tried to strike a conversation with you.

The most frustrating part was that he never heard you speak, not even a single word. You would just smile, shake or nod your head.

It's a relief that he got to talk to another person. This woman sitting beside Jungkook randomly approached him. She talked about how much she liked his tattoos.

She surely knew how to get someone's attention.

"Glazed donut, huh?" You were on your way to deliver the woman's drink when you saw her trace her fingers on the donut inked on the space between Jungkook's thumb and index finger.

Your breathing hitched.

"Ah, it's my favorite snack. I like to uh..." Jungkook cleared his throat, you saw in your peripheral vision that he's glancing at you. His cheeks were scarlet. "...lick the sugar icing on my f-fingers."

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. This was all you could think about as you placed the woman's drink on the counter top.

"Thanks." The woman smiled at you before switching her gaze back to Jungkook. She opened another topic but you didn't hear it. Your mind was flying again.

Why did Jungkook look at you while talking about his tattoo? Could it be...did he...know who you were? Was that the reason why he kept coming back to this place?

But why? What did he want from you? Revenge? Answers? What?

"Hey, you okay?" Seokjin was standing beside you in an instant. He grabbed your shoulders because you looked like you're about to fall.

Jungkook noticed it too. He abruptly stood up, reaching out for you. He didn't get to help you though. Seokjin already saved you from falling.

"I need to go home." Your voice was barely audible, you weren't sure if your boss heard you.

He did.

Seokjin nodded his head, about to ask if you needed a ride, but you shook your head and immediately headed towards the exit.

You released a deep breath the moment you stepped out of the bar. The wind blew and you shivered.

You shivered because of two reasons. First was because of the wind, the second reason was because Jungkook suddenly grabbed your wrist, forcing you to turn to him.

He followed you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice laced with concern that he forgot about anything else. He even ignored your apparent shock because of the unexpected skin contact. This was just like the first time he grabbed your hand when he woke up from the coma.

The only difference was that tonight, he grabbed your hand so gently, like you were made of clay.

You didn't know how to answer Jungkook. Ugly thoughts swam in your head. You honestly believed he was here to make you pay for tricking him five years ago.

It made your head dizzy, heart beating violently against your ribcage. Jungkook's touch was like fire.

You were ice.

You pulled your hand away from him.

He was shocked. You saw hurt crossed his face.

You didn't care.

Like the first night, you ran away.

As usual, Jungkook didn't stop you.

Seokjin was worried about you.

"Do I need to kick Jungkook out of here?" This was why he asked if you wanted Jungkook to never be able to step inside Déjà vu ever again.

All you had to say was yes, however it looked like cat got your tongue. You were in conflict with yourself. A part of you didn't want to see him, the other part of you hated to lose him again. Besides, it wasn't fair to ban him from going here. He wasn't doing anything wrong. You didn't want Seokjin to lose his only regular customer.

"There's no need. I'm fine."

"You're fine?" Your boss raised his brow skeptically. It's ten minutes before eleven pm. You had to speak the truth since if ever you said yes, then he would be needing time to prepare how to kick Jungkook out nicely.

"You're fine that he's always here? You honestly don't mind that he looks at you with...I don't know… intense longing?" He uttered your name with a sigh. "That guy is whipped for you."

You almost scoffed at him when he said that. Jungkook? Whipped for you? More like detested you.

You took advantage of him, remember?

"It's either you find him cute or creepy as fuck. Either way I need you to decide. Kick him out or let him pine after you?"

"He's not pining after me!" You didn't understand why you're getting worked up because of this.

It's your stupid heart's fault. It kept skipping a beat whenever Seokjin said Jungkook had feelings for you.

Your boss sighed.

"Fine," and then he raised his hands as if he was surrendering. "Whatever you say."

The conversation ended after that. Seokjin let you practice your breathing technique that wouldn't make you look like a fool in front of Jungkook.

The clock ticked while your heart skipped beats.

11pm.

Your breathing hitched when you saw the time. Your eyes automatically drifted to the door, bracing yourself to see Jungkook.

11:25pm and there's still no sign of him.

Maybe he's running late.

11:57pm.

The bell rang.

Your eyes lit up.

But it wasn't Jungkook. It's a new customer.

You sighed.

12:04am.

1:23am.

2:06am.

3:15am.

Time passed by.

You kept your eyes glued on the door.

Seokjin tapped your shoulders, telling you your shift had ended.

"Time to go home. You look tired."

You blinked.

"Right. See you later, sajangnim..."

Seokjin just smiled, realizing that he might be wrong. Jungkook wasn't pining after you.

You're the one pining after Jungkook.

Or maybe it was a mutual pining?

Seokjin shrugged. Oh well, he'd just have to see how this would unfold.

It appeared like your love story would not progress.

It had been three days since Jungkook last visited Seokjin's bar. To be honest you're starting to doubt if he was ever gonna come back.

Maybe he realized there's no point of seeing you anymore? After all, you were nothing but a memory from the past that he should forget.

You're insignificant in his life—you were able to confirm this when after five days, Jungkook was still nowhere to be found.

His absence demotivated you to go to work. You knew you'd just end up staring at the door as you waited for him, so what's the point?

What's the point of going to work?

"Where the hell are you?" Apparently, your boss didn't share the same sentiment. He had been texting and calling you nonstop for twenty minutes now, asking why you're running late. His messages went unanswered though.

You were too busy staring outside the window of the bus to answer him. Tch. What was the big deal? You were ten minutes late, yes, but did it matter?

It's not like you had customers.

You had been late before too. Seokjin never once complained. He knew your other job was demanding. Aside from being a bartender, you also worked as a supermarket cashier, your other boss was an ass, forcing you to do things more than what you originally signed up for.

You didn't know if you could handle it if Seokjin turned out to be like your other boss. The tone of Seokjin's voice when he sent you a voice message sounded agitated, like he didn't know what to do.

It suddenly occurred to you that maybe something terrible happened at the shop. Taking this mind, you immediately headed inside the bar.

But everything seemed normal.

Except one thing.

"What happened to your face?"

You weren't sure who's more shocked. Was it you who saw Jungkook sitting on his usual spot, his face was covered with cuts. Or was it him? This was the first time he heard you spoke after five years.

"Jungkook-ssi right here stumbled across those punks at 8th street." Seokjin was the one who answered your question because Jungkook was too stunned to hear your voice.

Man, no doubt. He was really whipped for you. Seokjin wouldn't question it anymore.

"They hurt you?" It took everything in you not to cup his face. Your heart recoiled.

"Barely." Jungkook smirked. "I hit them pretty hard. Cowards. They started running."

"Jungkook!" You gasped, eyes growing big. "You shouldn't have hit them back! What if they have a weapon?"

You were fuming. He's such an idiot. An idiot who couldn't stop chuckling and teasing you!

"Are you worried about me?"

"Are you kidding me?" You lost it. You cupped his face without thinking. There were cuts but they weren't deep. It also looked like it had been treated. Seokjin helped him when he realized you wouldn't come anytime soon.

"Of course I'm worried! How could I not when you're acting like an idiot?" You titled his face, examining if there were other cuts.

Jungkook relished in the warmth of your hand gracing his skin, causing him to close his eyes. When he opened them again, his breathing hitched.

You caught his gaze, staring deep into his soft brown eyes.

"Ahem." Seokjin cleared his throat, smirking upon realizing that your face was just inches away from Jungkook.

It's like you snapped back to reality. You cleared your throat as you flinched away from him.

"I— I need to change to my uniform." You excused yourself without waiting for them to answer.

You sighed.

Operation to ignore Jeon Jungkook: failed.

You failed to ignore Jungkook twice that night. You didn't care if he realized that your voice was familiar. You'd rather be the evil person than see him get hurt again.

"Thanks for treating my face and for the drinks, Seokjin-hyung." Jungkook smiled at your boss while grabbing his helmet.

Jungkook hated drinking margarita, but he enjoyed two glasses tonight. It helped him with the pain he's feeling. Truthfully, the punches of those punks hurt like a bitch. Thank heavens Jungkook knew how to fight.

"No problem, Jungkook-ah. Just be careful on your way home, okay? Don't fight those punks. Just call the police or run fast. Remember that safety comes first! Pride comes second!"

Jungkook just chuckled. He waved Seokjin goodbye before turning to smile at you. After that he headed straight to the exit. He's surprised, however, when you trailed after him.

"Wait. Jungkook!" You called his attention. Damn him and his long legs.

"Huh?" He faced you, eyes twinkling.

"Um—I'll walk with you."

"You'll walk with me?" Jungkook reiterated your question while his nose scrunched adorably. He looked like an idiot sporting those wide doe eyes.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Yeah, you know...just in case you encounter those punks again."

Jungkook snorted at that, asking what you could do if ever that happened. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of you walking with him and you going back to the bar alone.

What if those punks ended up hurting you? Jungkook wasn't ready to be convicted of murder, but he'd definitely end up in prison if someone laid their hands on you.

"Don't worry about me. I know those people. We're pretty close. I grew up with them in the orphanage..." You said mindlessly.

Jungkook's jaw ticked. Right. Hoseok told him everything about you, except your name. Jungkook specifically wanted to hear it from you. Anyway, Hoseok said you were an orphan. Your parents abandoned you and you still hadn't seen them. Not even once.

You were alone.

"And I'm actually hoping to run into them. I need to kick their ass for hurting you." You joked hoping that it would somehow cut the thick layer of tension engulfing the two of you.

It worked. Jungkook smiled a little.

"Okay. I guess I'll be fine as long as you're by my side..."

Jungkook getting beaten up was like a wakeup call to you. It made you realize that life was short. Literally anything could happen right now and you wouldn't be able to control it.

Why waste time? Why ignored the person who made you happy?

"Try this." You grined cheekily at Jungkook as you placed the glass of chocolate margarita on the counter top.

This was an experiment on your part. Chocolate margaritas existed before, but you made your own version. You figured Jungkook would like it because he never said no when it came to chocolate.

As expected, he brought the glass to his lips while his eyes twinkled.

"It's so good!" Jungkook moaned, eliciting a chuckle from you. You told him to slow down because it still contained alcohol.

Jungkook didn't seem to mind though. He finished the drink immediately, chocolate syrup staining his lips.

"Wipe your mouth, you big baby!" You playfully threw a napkin on his face.

Jungkook obliged, asking this: "Can you make me another one? I want more. Please."

"Wait here." You said, grabbing your shaker and the bottle of chocolate syrup. You supposed you could add extra drizzle of syrup. Seokjin wasn't here. He couldn't scold you for pampering Jungkook a little too much.

Seokjin had been complaining these past few days. He's barely breaking even. The last thing he needed right now was Jungkook demanding extra cheese on his burger for free.

Jungkook didn't just order margarita. He also made sure to buy a burger. It's his only excuse so that he could hangout longer here. He wanted to be with you more.

He also arrived earlier than before. Jungkook was at the door at exactly 10:30pm. He would only leave when your shift ended. He'd always walk you to the bus station too.

It had been two weeks since your relationship had improved. You were still holding back though. You hadn't told him the truth; that you're the one who pretended to be Sooyoung. You hadn't even told him your name yet. You just told him he could call you Ms. Bartender.

"This is really good! Are you sure this is the first time you made this?" Jungkook said as he supped on his second glass of chocolate margarita.

You looked back at him while cleaning some bar utensils. As usual, it's just you and him. No other customers in sight.

"Maybe it's because you're doing something you love that's why you're so good at it." Jungkook said after you confirmed this was the first time you made chocolate margarita. Maybe he could request Seokjin to add this on the menu.

"But sometimes people don't really have a choice but to be good at something in order to survive." You retorted. Just like how good you were at tricking him.

Jungkook pouted his lips.

"Don't you like your job?"

"I do." You really did, but your dream was more than this. You wanted to be a bar owner. This was the main reason why you accepted the Jeons' offer in the first place.

But in the end, you chose not to accept the blank check. You couldn't do it. Your conscience wouldn't allow you to sleep.

The Jeons were very insistent though. They said it's the only thing they could do to pay you back for helping Jungkook.

"I'm happy I could help Jungkook, Mrs. Jeon. But I really can't accept the money. I'm sorry." You remembered saying this to Jungkook's mom.

Your one and only request to her was for your identity not to be revealed. You begged the Jeons not to say anything about you no matter what happened. You also said it didn’t matter if they made you look like a bad person to Jungkook. If that would help him move on from you, then it’s fine.

They complied. For five years, your life was quiet. However it didn't mean Jungkook would stop looking for you.

You were still unaware how he managed to find you. Did he have someone to help him? Was it Hoseok?

"You know, someone told me before to look at things from a different angle whenever I feel like I'm being burdened." Jungkook reminisced about what you told him five years ago. "A chore is only a chore if you think it that way."

You smiled at the memory too. Who would have thought that Jungkook took your advice seriously?

"That's a good way to look at things." You dried your hands. You're done cleaning. "Thank the person who said that for me."

For a moment, Jungkook didn't speak. He simply stared at you, trying to read your expression.

He guessed you're still not ready to admit the truth.

That's okay.

He could wait.

"I will..."

You understood Seokjin when he cried and told you he couldn't do business anymore.

He was tired.

He opened Déjà vu years ago, unfortunately he's still stuck in the same place. Seokjin regretted rushing into business. He literally knew nothing about the industry he chose.

"Sajangnim, I know we're desperate but what the fuck?" You widened your eyes at Seokjin as you asked him why in hell did he buy a grand piano, a drum set, and other instruments you doubted he knew the names.

"I'm trying to solve our problem!" He gaped at you, offended that you didn't like his idea.

You didn't. This was such a waste of money.

"It's not!" Your boss assured you. "People like music. I'm sure they'll crowd this place if they hear—"

You scoffed, refusing to let him explain any further.

"I hate to break it to you, Sajangnim, but you're not the pied piper that you think you are."

Seokjin gasped dramatically, annoyed that you didn't trust him.

"I know I'm not! That's why I'm going to invite a small band to play for us. I can pay them."

"Do you even know people who are in a band?" You folded your arms over your chest, challenging him.

However, you were surprised when his shoulders hunched, lips protruding.

"I was hoping you could help me with that..." He winced when you scoffed.

"I knew it!" And then you grumbled. This was the problem with Seokjin. "You didn't think this through." He was impulsive.

"I'm sorry, okay!?" But this was also the thing about him. He instantly accepted his mistakes. "Please help me. I can't do this without you..."

Seokjin pleaded, making you feel bad. You wanted to help your boss, but just like him, you didn't know what to do as well.

"Um—guys?" Jungkook interjected. "I heard you talking and I might have an idea..."

Seokjin's head snapped up and met the younger boy's gaze; he stared at Jungkook who was sitting on his usual spot with interest.

"Ah, Jungkookie! I know I can count on you! Please share with us your brilliant idea."

Jungkook didn't look confident, but he wanted to be helpful so he inhaled deeply, explaining that he used to play the piano in a band.

Bangtan. This was the name of their band. It consisted of three members: him, Taehyung who played the drums, and Jimin, their main vocalist and guitarist.

The three of them simply wanted to have fun. Admittedly, they disbanded right after graduating high school. Jungkook said he could still ask his bandmates to play at Seokjin's bar. Taehyung and Jimin would surely grab any opportunity to perform again.

"Are you sure, Jungkook-ah? Wouldn't it hinder your job?" Seokjin asked, worried.

Jungkook shook his head, saying that he didn't really have a 'job.' Jungkook inherited a lot of money from his parents. He utilized it from investing in the stock market and real estate. He also hired a financial manager who could help him.

Jungkook's money was more than enough to get him by until he died. On the other hand, Taehyung and Jimin were business owners as well. Jungkook was sure his best friends could squeeze in some time to perform.

"It's settled then. Thank you so much, Jungkook!" Seokjin shook the younger boy's hand. "Drinks on the house again. Order whatever you want."

Jungkook's ears perked up at that, smiling widely, he turned to you.

"Chocolate margarita please..."

You smiled at him too.

"Yeah. Coming right up."

It worked.

You couldn't believe it really worked.

"Last song for the night is our version of Unwell by Matchbox Twenty." Jimin was charming. He said these simple words but the people in this bar were already going crazy.

The power he held was insane. Jungkook and his bandmates were the sole reason why people flocked to Seokjin's bar.

It's amazing, really. In just a week, you had managed to accumulate Déjà vu's annual profit.

Gone were the days when you'd just stare at the door and wait for customers to miraculously come in. These days, you weren't even able to breathe.

Everyone was busy in this bar. There were always drinks to make, burgers to fry, and tables to clean. Seokjin had to hire more workers because of this.

"My back hurts." Yeonjun, your new co-worker, complained. He had been waiting tables for more than twelve hours already. He's spent.

"It's okay, Yeonjun. You can go home. I'll manage." You tapped your co-worker's shoulder. You honestly felt bad for him. Yeonjun worked hard just to pay for his tuition fee.

"Are you sure, noona?" Yeonjun yawned. He could barely keep his eyes open.

It's three thirty am.

“Yes.”

"Thanks. See you later, noona." Yeonjun left at once. He's scared you'd change your mind.

You wouldn't. You knew what he was going through. Besides, Jungkook was here to help you.

"Seokjin-hyung isn't paying me enough to do this shit." Jungkook complained even though he didn't mind working for your boss at all. He just despised seeing the tired look on your face. Like Yeonjun, you're working overtime too.

"I'll scold him later. Just help me now, Jungkook. I'll treat you a cup of ramen after this."

"Deal." Jungkook beamed, snatching the sponge from your hands. "Go rest on the couch. I'll finish washing the dishes here."

You didn't argue. Yawning, you plopped down on the couch. You took a nap while Jungkook cleaned up.

He didn't want to wake you up, however he knew you'd end up having a stiff neck if you slept on that God forsaken couch.

"Let's get you home..." Jungkook offered his hand, helping you stand up.

You took it but you shook your head.

"Later. We need to eat first. I promised to treat you, right?" Jungkook's too hungry to protest so he let you be.

You two went to a convenience store nearby. You brought some cup noodles while Jungkook looked for a table.

"You like your noodles like this, right?" You grinned at Jungkook as you placed the ready to eat noodles in front of him. It's fresh from the microwave.

Jungkook liked spicy noodles. You also brought some cheese and added it to his noodles.

You weren't sure how many Mrs. Jeon caught you and her son midnight snacking on spicy ramen before.

Ah. Memories.

"Yes!" Jungkook's love for noodles was apparent by the sparks in his eyes.

You chuckled. He was so adorable.

Jungkook finished his food in a few minutes. You asked if he wanted more but he simply shook his head, smiling at you.

He was content. He had the chance to eat his favorite food while spending time with you.

He couldn't ask for more.

"I'm full. Thanks, jagiya..." He said before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He closed his eyes and breathed you in.

What a happy night.

Jagiya.

Jungkook called you jagiya.

"Are you okay, noona?" Yeonjun didn't have a choice but to snap his fingers to bring you back to reality.

You're spacing out.

"Yeah." You blinked, flinching.

Yeonjun scratched the back of his head, sheepishly saying that you guys didn't have time to space out.

It was another hectic night at Déjà vu.

"I know. I'm sorry." You smiled apologetically and got back to work at once.

Damn Jungkook for distracting you. It had been hours since Jungkook called you jagiya. You didn't comment on it and neither did he. It seemed like a slip of the tongue anyway.

Still, you couldn't help but overthink.

Did he know about you? You hadn't exactly asked him that. You hadn't confessed too. You knew you should, especially now that the two of you were already friends.

Your relationship wouldn't progress if you were keeping a secret from him. Jungkook deserved to know the truth, right?

Besides, you were tired—tired from the secrets and guilt poking your shoulders from time to time.

"I need a drink." Taehyung randomly approached you. He was leaning on the bar counter and staring at you. The look on his eyes was intense.

"O-Oh. Okay. What would you like?" You stammered.

You hadn't talked to Taehyung that much. You were scared he'd tell his best friend about your identity, luckily he didn't.

Jimin kept his mouth shut too. You only met them once anyway. Maybe they forgot about you?

Whatever the reason was, you're just glad they didn't seem to despise you. They treated you the same way they treated Seokjin and your other co-workers, although...Taehyung's gaze was always intense, like he was waiting for you to mess up.

"Gibson and for you to sing."

"What?" Your eyes darted to him.

Taehyung's jaw clenched, his eyes turning dark as he said, "We need a vocalist. Jimin's voice is strained and the boss said you could sing."

The way he's looking at you made you feel like you didn't have a choice. Your legs trembled, too afraid to piss him off.

Damn it. Why didn't you object when Jungkook proposed to let Jimin and Taehyung perform at Déjà vu?

You basically dug your own grave. You're that stupid.

"Okay."

You made his drink and after that, you followed him on the stage. Jimin and Jungkook didn't have any idea that Taehyung forced you to do this.

Taehyung simply said he'd find someone who could sing. The bandmates didn't realize Taehyung was talking about you.

"We'll be performing three songs tonight. I'm sorry." Jungkook smiled apologetically at you.

You brushed it off, lying that it's fine.

It wasn't. What if you fucked up?

"Just three songs, Ms. Bartender. We're really sorry. I can't sing tonight." Jimin apologized too. He's just going to play the guitar tonight.

"Don't worry about it." You grinned at Jimin and then you asked them what songs you're going to perform.

"Never Be Alone, Electric Love, and Kiss Me..."

"Kiss Me?" You choked. Shit. Did they mean Kiss Me by...

"Ed Sheeran." Jimin confirmed your fear.

You didn't have time to react because Taehyung was already talking to the crowd, saying that they're sorry Jimin couldn't sing tonight.

"Hey..." Jungkook gently grabbed your shoulders while Taehyung spoke. He realized that you're nervous.

"Don't worry too much, okay? I can sing too. I'll duet with you."

It was a bad idea but it's too late to back out now. Everyone was waiting, even Seokjin. He's the loudest one in the crowd.

Fuck it. You said to yourself as the band started playing. Seokjin also bought a small monitor where the lyrics of the song appeared.

You didn't have a hard time singing since you knew these songs by heart, especially the last song you're gonna perform.

"Our last performance is Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran." Taehyung announced, making the people cooed.

It was such a sweet song for them. But for you? It was bittersweet. It reminded you of your last moment with Jungkook, the time when you kissed his eyes—the time when he couldn't see.

Right now, however, he could. He was actually staring at you as you sang. You both agreed to duet on the bridge part.

It was the most emotional part, you two were almost screaming at each other as a way to express the song.

It made your heart recoiled.

"Yeah I've been feeling everything—"

The song was the perfect way to describe what he was feeling starting from five years ago:

"From hate to love—"

It started from hate, Jungkook thought he hated you when he found out you're nothing but a fraud.

He blamed the whole world. He blamed his family. He blamed himself. Hell, he even blamed Sooyoung.

But as time passed by, Jungkook came to know that he didn't really hate you.

Maybe he loved you.

You took care of him, you were patient, and you tried to understand the pain he was going through.

"From love to lust—"

It changed though. Deep inside, he was haunted by your fraudulent actions. He realized he couldn't possibly love someone who he hadn't seen, who he didn't know.

Lust was all he could think about. He was in denial. He felt like the longing was actually lust. He craved you but he didn't love you.

"From lust to truth—"

But who was he kidding? He didn't know anything—not until he knew your version of the truth.

"I guess that's how I know you..."

He had to see for himself. He got to know you from hate to love, from love to lust, and from lust to truth.

This time, he wanted to know his version of truth.

That's why he stayed with you, that's why he chose to give you a chance. He wanted to get to know the real you.

Jungkook realized you're still holding something back, but your actions were almost similar to how you acted around him before.

"This feels like falling in love. We're falling in love..." The song ended with you and Jungkook still staring at each other.

You ignored the loud cheer of the crowd because all you could hear was the beating of your heart.

"See you later, noona. Just tell Jungkook-hyung I already left." For the second time around, you let Yeonjun off the hook.

He was tired and he still had classes tomorrow so you figured it's best to send him home. Again, you didn't mind cleaning up on your own.

The fact that Jungkook was here already comforted you. However, he wasn't helping you close up. Jungkook looked like he was still high from the performance four hours ago. He was still seated in front of the grand piano, just randomly playing songs that came in his mind.

"You ready to go?" You asked Jungkook after you're done cleaning. All of your co-workers, including your boss, left.

It's just you and Jungkook in here.

"Hmm," Jungkook hummed in response, lost in the music.

A smile bloomed on your face. He looked so peaceful like this; his hands were gracefully hitting the keys while his tantalizing eyes bore into you.

"Would you ever teach me how to play?" You enquired.

Jungkook hummed again, pleased to hear you ask that.

"I can do it now." The way he spread his leg and patted his thigh reminded you of the time when you visited him in his studio five years ago.

Almost everything you felt that day, you felt now too. You guessed you're just more nervous and less bold than before.

"Come here..." He urged you like the last time. He was licking his lower lip, hooded eyes making you shiver.

Shit.

Jungkook was more dangerous now that he could see.

"Hmm," he hummed again, his hands engulfing around your waist as you sat on his lap.

"Hands on the keys, jagiya."

Your breathing hitched at the endearment. He reached for your hands and he placed it on top of the keys himself.

You were trembling. You could feel his hot breath on your nape and shoulder.

Jungkook wasn't teaching you to play the piano. He just placed his hands on the back of your hands, dragging them to hit the keys.

You recognized the song he was playing. It's Inside Out. Jungkook started whispering the lyrics of the song in your ear, his lips gently biting your earlobe.

"Jungkook." You said his name and it's like music to his ears.

"What do you want, jagiya?" He enquired but his mouth was already busy doing its own thing. He kissed your shoulder going to your back.

You already changed into a black dress. This was the same dress you wore while performing. Thank heavens you had this in your locker. However you weren't sure if it was a good idea to wear this tonight.

The dress had a zipper down the back. Jungkook was actually playing with the zipper using his teeth.

"Jungkook." You should be stopping him instead of continuously murmuring his name as he dragged the zipper down. He was still using his teeth.

But you didn't. The voice inside your head was telling you to let him ruin you. It's funny actually. You couldn't believe that after teaming up with the voice inside your head for years, your relationship would still end up with betrayal.

The voice betrayed you. It was teaming up with the selfish part of you again.

It feels good. Don't stop him.

"I missed this." Your back was fully exposed now. Jungkook's dick twitched upon catching a glimpse of your underwear.

"I waited five years for this." He peppered kisses on your back. "Five years..."

Jungkook stopped playing the piano. His hands pulled down the dress and unclasped your brassiere to totally expose your body. He threw your clothes on the floor, excpet your panties.

You gasped.

"I looked for you all over the world, only to realize you're just here. In fucking Seoul."

He bit your shoulders and slapped your tits, making you yelp. But he massaged them at once, chuckling at the sound of your cries.

You deserved more punishment. Who would have thought you're in Seoul? Jungkook believed you ran very far away from him.

That's actually your original plan, but you figured no one would look for you in the same city where you committed your sins.

You're reminded of your sins.

"Jungkook..." You whined, trying to push his hands squeezing your breasts. "W-We can't..."

You had done a lot of bad things to Jungkook. Enjoying his touch was unfair. You couldn't. It's wrong, although Jungkook believed otherwise.

"Why not? We've done this before, right? It didn't stop you from grinding on my cock even though you know you're not the person I thought you were."

His voice was like a knife stabbing through your heart. His words were like poison, making you weak until you could no longer breathe.

His touches, however, were what's going to bring you back to life. Jungkook continued to touch you everywhere, a smirk was plastered on his lips because it was obvious you're so turned on right now. Arousal was dripping down your lace panties.

Jungkook let out an animalistic groan, his hand travelling to cup your clothed heat.

"Oh, jagi...you're soaked..."

"J-Jungkook..." You liked the feeling of his fingers brushing against your cunt. Jungkook dragged his lips on your exposed collarbones. His fingers were playing with your drenched folds.

"Hmm, you like that, jagi?" He cooed, heart swelling with pride because of the pleasure he elicited from you.

You could only pathetically utter his name. You felt weak in the knees already.

"You should answer when I'm talking to you," he growled, slapping your clit violently.

"M'sorry," you mewled, gripping the hem of Jungkook's shirt into a ball.

"Oh, so my baby is sorry?" He cackled, derision lacing his tone. "For what? For pretending to be my wife? For making a fool out of me? Or for leaving when I needed you the most?"

Your response was a moan. It made Jungkook angrier and hornier as he dragged his fingers through your folds, collecting your pooled-up wetness in his fingers.

"You're so hungry for me you don't even care that I know your secret?" Jungkook grunted, making sure to run his tongue down your spinal cord as he cursed under his breath.

You chose not to speak even when your stomach was twisting because of embarrassment and guilt. Was there something you could say that would make him feel better?

None, right? Saying sorry wouldn't change the fact that you had tricked him.

Jungkook hated your silence though. He roughly pushed your back, your forehead hitting the piano keys which produced an ear-shattering sound.

"Don't move." Jungkook ordered. He abruptly stood up, causing you to lose your balance.

Jungkook pushed the chair away, leaving you in a very awkward position. You were bending forward. Your forehead was still resting against the piano keys.

He ripped off your underwear.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, your ass was up in the air, cunt on full display. You looked so delicious like this, so ready to take him. He ran his tongue through your nape down to the back of your hip and then he spanked your ass.

You cried in pain as Jungkook got down on his knees. He liked the view of your cunt here more. He once again smacked your ass before massaging it.

"J-Jungkook...please eat my pussy." You didn't know where the request came from. You just claimed that you're less bold now. How the fuck did you manage to utter such filthy words?

Jungkook liked it. Your request made his dick twitched in his pants.

"Yeah? You want me to stretch you out? Eat your pussy so good till you're squirting on my face?"

Fuck. That sounded so good, both for you and Jungkook, but the latter was a bit skeptical.

"Do you deserve it, though? Do you deserve to feel good after everything you've put me through?" He snarled, but God he's so, so tempted to touch your pussy.

He gave into the temptation. Without a warning, he stuck a finger in your hole.

You whined in pleasure. More. You needed more.

"Do you have any idea how it feels to know that everything you've come to love turns out to be fake? Do you know how painful it is to know that your wife is dead? And your pretend wife left?"

The frustration was coming back to Jungkook. He inserted another finger in your pussy, pumping so hard it hurt.

Jungkook cursed.

"Ah, fuck." And then bit the inside of his cheek, his sultry gaze was directed at your cunt, watching it clench. "Your pussy lips look so puffy. I can't fucking wait to taste you."

Jungkook dove right in. He's clearly torn between punishing you and making you feel good.

He's good at both because now, you were sobbing as you rocked your hips, suffocating him with your dripping sex.

Jungkook licked a strip up your cunt ever so slowly, gathering your arousal in his tongue. You tasted better than he remembered.

"Want your fingers..." You choked back a sob. You were greedy. His tongue wasn't enough for you, but Jungkook's hands were busy unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans.

He stroked his fat cock.

"You asked for it," He couldn't deny you though, so he ran his tongue through your folds, slightly biting your pussy lips and then he inserted two fingers in your hole.

You screamed in pleasure. His fingers were hitting your cervix.

"You're making such a mess, baby," Jungkook chuckled, feeling your cum hit his face and shirt. You squirted and he loved it.

It's too good, better than his imagination actually. Jungkook wasn't even embarrassed to admit that he jacked off at the thought of you.

Your face was always blurred in his dreams though. Jungkook couldn't believe he survived five years just by playing the sound of your voice in his head and imagining the feel of your hands on his cock.

Jungkook stood up, his dick slapping his stomach. He needed to feel you.

"Did you miss this, baby?" He stroked his cock, slapping his length against the soft plush of your ass.

You started grinding. Jungkook's dick was so hard. You bet it'd feel good inside of you.

You voiced it out.

"Jungkook, I need you to fuck me." Need not just want. You felt so empty without him and this was the only way you could think of to make up for all the pain you caused him.

You wished filling you could fill the hole in his heart. He made you whole after all. Here's to hoping you could do the same thing to him.

"You want me to fill you up?" Jungkook cooed, his dick getting harder. He hadn't fucked you before. It's always just oral sex, the thought of finally feeling you whole made his heart swelled with different emotions.

"Fuck. I should've done it before..." He groaned, rubbing his length against your asshole before slowly dragging it down to your folds. "I should've fucked you, I should've fucked a baby in you so you wouldn't have a choice but to stay with me."

Your head was spinning because of the words exiting his mouth. But not in a bad way. You liked it.

"You want that, jagi? You want to carry my baby?” He grunted. “Because I do. I wanna see you grow big and tell the whole world you're mine." He rubbed the tip of his cock on your clit before finally filling you.

You yelped. Bloody hell. He's so fucking big.

"Is this okay," Jungkook paused for a while. He wanted to fill you fully but he didn't want to hurt you.

"I'm okay," beads of sweat formed on your forehead. "I can take it."

"You sure?" Jungkook started kissing your nape.

"Yes. Move, Jungkook. Please."

He obliged, sinking his cock deeper. He rubbed circles on your clit. Jungkook's precum was licking, causing you to get even wetter.

The piano was still producing that ear-shattering sound because of how rough Jungkook was fucking you.

You couldn't stop whining and moaning. So good.

"You fuck me so w-well—oh."

Jungkook hit your g-spot. You were seeing white, your legs shaking. You kept clenching his cock but you still came undone before him.

You could feel him slowing down.

"D-Don't stop..." You urged him to continue. "You can use me, Kookie..." Your statement only drove him crazy.

He abruptly pulled out, turning your body around so that he could see your face. Jungkook then dug his hands into your hips, carrying you and dropping you to sit on the larger lid of the piano.

Your cum dripped down. Jungkook pushed it back inside your pussy using his cock while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Call me Kookie again. Please." He rasped. Jungkook looked like the man you knew.

The man who would do anything you want, the boy who would pout when he's throwing a tantrum. As of this moment, you felt like he was your Kookie.

Jungkook felt like crying. He had demanded other women to call him that, testing if they sounded like you.

He's disappointed every time. But now? His dream was coming true. He couldn't believe he was hearing that nickname from the right person.

"Can I cum inside?" Jungkook was close. He was pleading, tears threatening to fall. He didn't know why he suddenly felt emotional. Perhaps it's the way you murmur his nickname, so sweet and so gentle.

"Yes, Kookie. You can..." You pushed his hair back and kissed him hard.

Jungkook responded by deepening the kiss. Few more thrusts and then he reached his high. He immediately buried his face in your neck.

You both remained quiet, allowing yourselves to breathe first.

You broke the silence after a short while. You broke it by whispering your name in his ears.

It's like a trigger.

A trigger that caused his tears to roll down his cheeks.

Jungkook sobbed, his heart recoiling.

You said it. You said your name. You finally trusted him enough to tell him your name.

Jungkook sobbed again. His face was still buried in your neck. Your tears fell too.

Jungkook kept repeating your name while crying. He liked it. He liked it so much.

He repeated it a hundred times over before kissing you on the mouth.

- ONE MONTH LATER -

"She doesn't really like flowers." Jungkook bit his nails as he watched you pick up a bouquet of white roses.

You winced at him.

"But we can't visit her empty handed, Kookie."

He wanted to say we could. The first time Jungkook visited her grave, all he brought was his remorseful self and his tears watering her headstone.

Jungkook couldn't forget that time. It was the same day he found out you were gone and Sooyoung's dead.

He was so torn. He remembered choosing between running to find you and clasping his hand together as he begged Sooyoung's spirit to forgive him.

He also remembered choosing the latter option. He was too guilty. Someone died because of him—his wife died because of him.

Maybe losing you and her was his punishment. Jungkook didn't deserve to be with someone. He didn't deserve to be happy. What he deserved was to suffer alone.

But you were here now.

You broke his curse.

You wanted to be with him. You wanted to help him heal properly.

There were still many mistakes to be fixed, sins to be atoned, but one thing's for sure: he wasn't alone.

"I think she can tolerate this." Jungkook's hand moved on its own accord. He picked up a bouquet of lilies.

Your scowl turned into a smile. Beaming, you told the seller you'd buy the bouquet Jungkook was cradling in his arms.

Jungkook asked you to hold the bouquet for him because he couldn't possibly drive his motorcycle while holding it.

You nodded and hopped on his bike. The ride to the cemetery was just a few minutes. It also took Jungkook a few moments before his tears trickled down his face.

Visiting Sooyoung's grave was similar to the feeling he had when he first found out she was dead. It still hurt like hell.

Admittedly, Jungkook rarely visited here. It's just his fifth time actually. He only went here once a year since he couldn't handle the reality reminding him that his beloved wife was dead.

"I saw her in my dream last night..." Jungkook opened up while you were patting his shoulders.

"Yeah?"

Jungkook nodded. It's the reason why he asked if you could go with him today here at the cemetery. He wanted to see her.

"She smiled brightly at me." He wasn't lying or wasn't trying to make himself feel better. He knew he fucked up. But was it wrong to think that she had somehow forgiven him?

For five years, Jungkook was haunted by his nightmare. Sooyoung would always appear in his unconscious state, like she was being consumed by darkness.

But last night was different. There's no shadow. It's just Sooyoung and her beautiful smile—the same smile that captured his heart.

Looking back, Sooyoung wasn't really as bad as what Jungkook's family made her appear. It just so happened that she lived a tough life, the kind of life that Jungkook couldn't live.

"I can't say that she forgave you, Kookie. Because I'm not her and who knows? Maybe she's never mad at you." You shrugged. "She could also be raging while watching us right now."

You laughed a little at that. Jungkook shivered. It scared him.

"Look...the point is that we'll never know. Perhaps your dream doesn't have anything to do with her at all. Maybe it's just your mind and soul’s way of telling you it's okay to move on..."

You explained to him your point. It didn't mean that he had to forget about the tragedy, but he should at least move on and try his damn best not to repeat that mistake ever again.

"Thanks, jagi." Jungkook wasn't sure what else to say so he simply thanked you and put his hand on your shoulder.

You leaned against him, resting your head on his chest.

So many thoughts were running inside Jungkook's head right now. Could he do it? Could he move forward? Could he forgive himself?

He was also thinking why this cruel thing happened to him in the first place. What was the universe trying to prove? Did it hate him? For being a brat? For not being appreciative enough? For turning his back on his family?

Was there a deeper reason why this happened? Or was it the universe's way of telling him that maybe, he and Sooyoung weren't meant to be—at least not in this lifetime...in their next life maybe they could try again.

But right now, you’re everything he had.

You and him were destined to be together in this life and to be honest, he wouldn't mind if this current lifetime would go on forever and ever.

Jungkook was happy to have you.

 this fic is a PAIN IN THE ASS to write. seriously. it took me so long! I can’t even look at this one more time. Mental breakdown is real. Please give me love (in the form of feedback) if you can. Thank you!

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Handshakes of a Lifetime - Chapter 1

This was a dream I had that was kind of driving me insane, so I had to write it down and get it out of my thoughts so you can go insane with me! This is my first time writing fanfic since I was fifteen and Harry Potter fanfic was a thing, so please be gentle with me. I have so many crazy and detailed dreams, so I might write other stories if this one is well received. Enjoy!

BTS Soulmate AU. Reader x ot7 eventually, this chapter is Jungkook focused.

Word Count: 2k

Trigger Warnings: There’s mention of blood, death, ANGST, sexy times, let me know if I missed anything since this is literally my first fic on tumblr and I actually have no idea what I’m doing. :D

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You're in line to meet your idols and you can’t believe it, your luck! When you first bought your concert tickets months ago you also managed to snag exclusive tickets to a fan touch event, one of the very few fan meets offered on their world tour. As large as their popularity has grown, they have only become more elusive, but now you get to meet them. You’re meeting BTS. Your entire body is buzzing from excitement and happiness, you feel so lucky!

You think of all the girls who would be dying to be in your position right now, crammed together with all the other lucky fans, taking in each other's excitement. Even if you don’t know the fans’ names around you, you feel close to them already, like you all share a common thread and you feel full of warmth.

As you trod along slowly, the door to the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, “she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this.”

You’re finally at the front of the line, at the door frame behind a velvet rope. You can see each member standing in a line, a fan in front of them, shaking hands and girls whispering their affections briefly.

The boys are glowing, you’ve never been as close to them as you are now, and you’re about to be even closer, you’re about to shake their hand too. You’ve been rehearsing this moment in your head ever since you had confirmation the tickets were yours.

‘You can do this, y/n. This is your moment, you got this!’ You try to hype yourself up as you fix your hair and try to calm your nerves.

You realize your mouth hurts from smiling so wide, you can barely contain yourself. You try to take in each of them from your distance, all their tiny quirks and actions, as you wait for your turn. Now the staff is unlocking the rope for you and ushering you to the first member.

You think you might throw up with all the butterflies in your stomach and hope to God you don’t.

“Hello Army,” Jungkook says in English shyly, holding out his hand and giving you a bright smile. You meet his brown doe eyes and freeze ‘Don’t pass out, y/n.’ You extend your hand and-

The second your fingers wrap around his you feel like you’ve been pulled underwater. Everything around you goes dark and clouded except for the man in front of you.

And then you’re in a forest, you’re still holding his hand, but Jungkook’s running, pulling you along. He’s so fast, the muscles in your legs are burning and your feet ache. You feel each branch and twig jab your soles painfully, your slippers doing nothing to protect you from the rugged terrain. All you can see is a flurry of leaves and twigs as you try your best to dodge them in the moonlit forest. You hear the whines of dogs behind you and yells of angry men.

Jungkook’s grip on you is causing you to lose feeling in your fingers, but he doesn’t lessen his hold, and pulls you along even impossibly faster. You’ve never been more scared in your life, but the man in front of you doesn’t feel scary. Actually, Jungkook feels like safety, like protection. He feels like home. You do everything you can to keep yourself from tripping and falling and losing Jungkook forever. Now you can feel the fear of losing him wash over your entire being, like an ice cold shower. You both run and run and run and-

And you feel the sun’s warmth on your closed eyelids, Jungkook’s fluffy hair is tickling your cheeks. When you open your eyes, Jungkook is giving you a lazy smile. You can feel the rough fabric of a blanket beneath you both and the straw of the farmhouse beneath that. Jungkook is playing with your fingers as you lie across from each other, rolling each finger pad between his, “Hey beautiful.”

It’s so warm and quiet and still, you can’t help but smile back as he moves his face closer nudging your nose with his, bringing up his other hand to play with your hair. You feel his warm breath against your skin, breathing him in you close the gap between his lips and yours and everything is so warm.

The instruments in the ballroom play a fast melody, the crowd around you dancing in pairs, you are being spun around by your fiance but your attention is on someone else.

You see him out of the corner of your eye and you wish he’d come to you, and as if he heard your inner thoughts, he makes a beeline to you on the dance floor.

“You don’t mind if I cut in?” He shines a bright smile, addressing your dance partner, paying special attention to not give you too much recognition, and your body becomes jittery with excitement.

Your fiance looks irritated but his voice is calm, “of course,” and places your hand in Jungkook’s.

Jungkook pulls you along the dance floor, and your heart soars. His hand squeezes yours, thumb rubbing circles affectionately.

“You look beautiful this evening, as always.” he gazes down at you, stopping only briefly at your lips, an action you catch and your breath hitches.

“And you look as dashing as ever.” You say hushed enough for only him to hear, not brave enough to look him in the eyes.

He twirls you and dips you, and when you stand again he pulls you a bit closer to the length of his body. You laugh together and you feel like you are the only two people on the dance floor. He pulls your body all the more closer, he pulls you-

He pulls you through the forest. You’re drenched in a cold sweat, the howls of the hunting dogs are so loud they feel like they are right behind you, but you don’t dare look back, instead you look down at Jungkook’s bruising grip.

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He shudders and you feel like you’ve been shocked by electricity. The second you touch his hand you pull back fast and hard. The room’s attention is on both of you. Your breathing is heavy, the sound of leaves crunching plays in your memory. His eyes, his smile, his body swaying to the sweet melody of the string quartet against yours, it all replays again and again within your mind. Before you can make sense of it, he is reaching out to you again, gripping your hand and yanking you to him. You look up and Jungkook looks how you feel, frantic and anxious.

You’re back on the dance floor, laughing and twirling, happiness you’ve never felt before.

The two of you walk hand-in-hand on a gray beach during twilight, the mist and fog concealing you and Jungkook from the world. His words are gentle but pleading as he begs you to go away with him. You stay silent as you listen to the waves crash onto the rocks of the shoreline, you feel the waves of despair ripple in your heart, and you question which storm is more tumultuous, the air brewing around you or the storm of emotions thundering within your chest.

You know if you say yes, you’ll lose everything, but then, you’ll have him.

And you already know your answer, that you don’t love your fiance, someone your parents arranged for you to continue to live a cushioned, safe, and frankly boring existence. No, you love the man in front of you, with all the strength of a roaring current on a windy day.

His body is above yours, trapping you beneath his strong frame, he pulls away from your lips just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, and your lips connect together again. His hands trail down your body and down to grip at your thighs, pushing them more open for him. The straws of hay scratch against your back. You caress his cheek while you both catch your breath, and he leans into your touch. You love him. In that moment, you knew you’d never stop loving him, in this lifetime and forever after.

You cry out, your sobs wretched from deep within you, resounding your despair. Your fingers twist around the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt and you bury your head into his chest trying to breath in his scent, but instead you smell dirt and woods and the metal sting of blood. A desperate scream leaves your lips while Jungkook lays there broken, trying to call your name but can only gasp for breath, gurgling on the accumulating blood in the back of his throat as he chokes on it, his vision blurs and he can only hear your cries.

You want nothing more than to disappear from this place with him in your arms. The dogs are barking all around you, being shushed by the men circling your tired battered bodies.

“Take her back to the house,” commands the familiar voice of your fiance as you sob into Jungkook's chest. He looks down at you both, and then looks away disgusted, “You know what to do with the body.”

A large hand grabs your elbow and yanks you from Jungkook. You scream, both your hands envelope his left and you gather everything left in you to hold on.

But it’s not enough. You wail no at the top of your lungs, but he’s already so far away from you.

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Jungkook is visibly shaking now under the lights of the meeting room as you instantly yank your hand back again. The memory of your faint screams still reverberating in his ears. Your eyes are wide and staring at no particular spot on the ground trying to control your emotions.

You have a splitting headache, as you breath in you swear you can still smell dirt and rust around you.

It had felt so real, everything, but you know it’s not. You know you’re not covered in blood and dirt and grime but you still feel it surrounding you. You can hear the hushed whispers of other fans wondering why you two are acting so weirdly. Next to Jungkook, Jimin shakes the younger man's shoulder looking concerned. Among the musical instruments still playing in your head you hear a staff member tell you to move along, but you feel frozen in place. As your surroundings become clearer, you try to shake it off, whatever that was. A weird day dream? You take in a shaky breath and lift your heavy feet.

Jimin raises his eyebrow at you and looks briefly between you and Jungkook, who just stares at you like he’s seen a ghost, face pale and eyes glassy. Trying to salve the situation, Jimin turns on the charm, giving you a crescent eyed smile while reaching out his hand. Your shaky hand grabs his.

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I'll stop it here, what you think is gonna happen once y/n touches Jimin hu huh? Let me know what you think! Did I mention this is my first fanfiction? Haha cries.

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[jeo9n]

Majesty Pt 9 || JJK

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre : slow burn,angst,fluff,virgin reader,King JK, future smut

Warnings : Y/n finds Jungkook with his ex mistress :/

Wordcount : 3.3k

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Ever since you and Jungkook had your first kiss, he’s been way more touchy with you, always touching and kissing you when he has the chance to. You like it though, it makes you feel loved.

Right now, you’re back in the village - with Jungkook this time - you two went to visit your mother for a while, since you missed and her and wanted to see her again. Your mother was so excited, once she heard that Jungkook was coming along with you, - probably more excited to see him than you - now finally having the chance to meet him. She asked him all sorts of questions, clearly curious about him. She didn’t even pay you much attention, only greeting you at the door and asking if you were hungry when you arrived. But you didn’t mind it, you knew she was happy to finally meet Jungkook and you were happy as well, that they finally met.

"Y/n, you did not tell me that the King was this handsome." Your mom said, slapping you against your shoulder as you poured yourself something to drink. You laughed at her. "Yea, he’s pretty handsome," you agree with her, turning your head to look at him trough the kitchen window. He just sitting there, in your garden, looking beautiful without even trying.

"But how someone looks isn’t important, mom. It’s what’s it’s in the inside that counts. If someone is ugly from the inside, then they’re ugly from the outside too." You tell her, as you take a sip of your orange juice. She nods her head at you. "I know that, Y/n. But the King looks like such a nice person, he looks like he wouldn’t even hurt a fly. She says, looking at him with a big smile and her face and you almost snort at that. If only she knew.

"You don’t know him personally, mom. He isn’t that nice, remember when I told you he left me outside because I didn’t obey him? A nice person doesn’t do that." You say with a irritated look on your face, walking back outside into your garden, where Jungkook was waiting for you two.

Your garden didn’t even compare to the garden back at the castle, but you loved it way more. It was still beautiful, You’re mom cared for it with so much love, always making sure that every flower got a equal amount of water, making sure they were planted in the right spot to get enough sunlight, or else they would get sad, as she always told your and your siblings when you were younger. There was a big cherry tree on the right corner of your garden, that your mom planted herself when you were younger. Your garden had beautiful memories to it, which made it way more beautiful.

"That is true! But maybe he just had a bad day and you just happened to make it worse. But I’m sure he won’t do it again." Your mom whispers in your ear, when you both sat down at the table. Your mother giving Jungkook a huge smile as she sat down. "It’s so nice to finally have you here, your highness." You mother started, not once looking away from him.

Jungkook chuckled at that. "It’s really nice to be finally meeting you." He says, making her smile grow bigger. "I actually wanted to talk to you at our Wedding, but I was really busy, so I sadly didn’t had the chance to. So being here is nice." He tells her. And she nods. "Ah don’t worry! I know that your a busy man, your highness. I understand." She assures him. "Can I ask you something? I hope you don’t mind me asking questions."

"Of course not! I don’t have a problem with questions. Go ahead." He answers her as he put down his coffee, giving her his full attention. Your mother nods understandingly, also putting down her coffee. "What made you choose, Y/n?" She asks him and he looks at her confused. "I mean, not that I think that Y/n isn’t worthy of being a wife. I’m just wondering, since there were a lot of other pretty girls there that day, but you chose her. And I just wanted to know why." She quickly explains.

He smiles at her, ready to explain why he chose you. "Well there were a lot of pretty girls there, that’s true. But Y/n had something different about her. All the other girls seemed almost to eager to become my wife, but not Y/n. She stayed at the back while all the other girls practically threw themselves at me. Those girls only wanted to be my wife because I’m the King. Y/n seemed to not care about that, she did not act like I was the King, she acted like I was just another boy in front of her. That’s what I liked about her, that’s why I chose her." He says, looking at you.

Your mom smiles at his words. "Ah that’s sweet. Y/n is really shy, I actually worried that you wouldn’t notice her cause she always stays at the back. But I was so happy once I heard that you chose her." She says while she looks at you and you smile at her. "I was worried that Y/n wouldn’t find a husband, if I’m being honest. Sending her to your competition was my last hope, I guess you could say." She laughs. "I hope you treat her nicely."

"Of course. I wouldn’t dare to treat her badly! I promised to always care for her and that’s why I will do." He says while he looks at you with a serious look on his face, obviously lying. "Right, Y/n?"

"Right."

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You left your moms house and now your small walk trough the village, since Jungkook asked you to show him around, saying he wanted to know where you grew up.

You didn’t know what to show him, since there weren’t that many pretty places around anymore. Most of them were ruined years ago when another kingdom wanted to build a few more buildings around your area, - which they never did - all they did was ruin family houses, taking away poor peoples home for nothing.

You decided to show him the bakery you worked at, the places you always went when you wanted to be alone and your old house you used to live in. As you walked around, you felt that feeling again, feeling like someone was watching you. You ignored it at first, you were probably imagining it since that’s what happened the last time you were in the village. But the feeling stayed. "Jungkook, wait." You said, grabbing his hand so he stops walking. He turns around with a confused look on his face. "What’s wrong, sweetheart?" He asks you, taking your hand is his when he sees the look on your face.

"I-I feel like we’re being watched." You tell him, looking around to see if someone is actually watching you, but all you see are the people from your village, and all of them are looking at, of course. But their eyes don’t make you feel that weird feeling. It must be someone else. Jungkook chuckles slightly at you. "Of course people are looking at us, Y/n. It must be weird for them to see me walking around in the village since I haven’t done that before." He says while he looks around.

"No, Jungkook you don’t get it. I have the same feeling I had last time when someone was watching me. These people are looking at us, they’re not watching our every move. Someone is watching us, I can feel it." You explain to him, hoping he understands. The look on his face changes, once he understands the situation.

"Fuck, are you sure?" He asks and you nod quickly. He lifts his hand moving it to beckon someone over. There where like 7 bodyguards coming out of nowhere not even a second later, once he lifted his hand. "Y/n told we’re being watched. Find who’s watching us and bring him over to the castle! I’ve had enough of this." He tells them in a strict tone.

He turns his face to you. "We’re going home!" Dragging you along with him, with two bodyguards on either side of you two.

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Jungkook did not leave your side once you arrived back at the castle. He stayed with you until the bodyguards came back with the person he told them to find. When they arrived, Jungkook immediately got up and went to meet them at the door. You quickly went after him, curious to know who the person was, that was watching you. But once you both arrived at the door, your realized that there was no one there except for the bodyguards. You looked at Jungkook confused and he had the same look on his face. "What is going on?" He asks them confused. "Where is he?“

"I am sorry, your highness. But we couldn’t find anyone that could have been watching you two. There were hundreds of people, your highness. It was impossible to find the one that was watching you." One of bodyguards said, as bowed to the King apologetically. You were kinda sad that they came home empty handed, you hoped that they found the person that had been watching you, but you knew it wasn’t their fault that they couldn’t find them. You just hoped that it wouldn’t happen again.

Jungkook scoffed and shook his head at what he had heard. "Are you stupid?" He said, raising his voice a bit. "Why do u even work for me, if you can’t even finish a simple task for me huh? I told you, to go and find them! No matter how long it takes! And now you dare to come home empty handed? - You are so useless! all of you!" He laughed ironically, clearly pissed at them.

They kept on apologizing, saying that they would find them next time for sure! "Stop apologizing and go back to find them!" He said, throwing his hand in the air. "I don’t wanna see you back here not if you bring me who I want! Understood?" He asked and their all quickly nodded their head and answered him with "yes" bowing to him before leaving again, in hopes to find the person this time.

You turned to Jungkook and saw that he was pissed, which you understood. You both wanted to know who the person was and now you had to wait longer to find out, but that was okay. You wouldn’t go back to the village again - not without Jungkook anyway - so it was fine. The person couldn’t watch you in the castle, You were safe here.

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A few weeks passed since then and the bodyguards still haven’t returned to the castle. Each day that they did not return, you became more and more worried, worried because you wondered, what kind of person they were looking for. A normal person couldn’t hide themselves for that long, right? You thought they would’ve caught them by now. You hope they return back soon, but hopefully this time with the person they had been looking for.

You took a shower and got dressed. Not wanting to worry about that anymore, they knew what they were doing, there was no need for you to worry.

You ate breakfast with Jungkook and went to check and Leo afterwards. Bringing him some fresh food and cleaning his cage. He had grown so much since the day you had found him. He has now grown into his ear and gained a good few pounds, which was good. He had been underweight when you found him, so you always made sure he ate and always had enough food. You didn’t want him to feel hungry for not even a minute.

You cleaned his cage and went to check on the flowers that had been planted a few weeks ago, eager to know what they looked like.

A big smile immediately appeared on your lips when you saw the flowers. They were yellow roses. A lot of them.

You crouched down to look at them. They were beautiful, like always. You knew that Jungkook must’ve ordered for them to planted. I mean, he knew that those were your favorite, you told him. And now they’re here in your garden. "They’re beautiful, right?"

"Yes! More than beautiful." You told him excitingly, as you got up from your spot, straightening out your dress. Jungkook smiled at you, seeing the happy look on your face. "You’re even more beautiful then them, Y/n." He told you as he got closer. His words making you blush.

"You’re still blushing around me?" He asked you jokingly, which made you laugh. "Here - a beautiful rose for a beautiful girl." Handing you one of the roses. You took it from him, smelling the rose to try and hide your blushing face. "Thank you."

"I love them. - the Roses. Seeing them just made my day a thousand times better." You tell him, turning around to look at them again. He comes and stands next to you, looking at you instead of the roses. "I’m happy you like them! I wanted them to plant as many as possible. You told me those were your favorite and I thought it would be nice to have them in our garden. So you could look at them everyday." He says, putting his hand on your waist, pushing you closer to him. You smile at that.

"That’s really nice of you, Jungkook. Thank you." You say, looking up at him with a smile on you lips.

"You’re welcome!" He says, looking at you in the eyes before his eyes move down to your lips. He leans in closer, close enough that his forehead is leaning against yours. He moves so he is standing in front of you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, looking you deep in the eyes, before he leans in and kisses you.

The butterfly’s in your tummy start flying as soon your lips met. It felt like kissing him for the first time all over again. He kisses you so good, soft lips moving against yours slowly. You feel so good in this moment, having Jungkook close against you, smelling his cologne, having him kiss and hold you.

The butterfly’s in your tummy didn’t stop.

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You spend a bit more time with Leo and went to hang out with Maria later that day. Jungkook told you he a few things to do so you left him alone, not wanting to bother him while he’s working.

You ate dinner alone today since Jungkook was still busy. You hope he’s not overworking himself. You actually wanted to bring him some food, but Maria told you, you didn’t had to. He’s like that sometimes, barely eats any food when he’s busy. - that’s what she told you. -

You were about to head to bed but Maria stopped you. "Miss, would you like some dessert?" She asked you quickly. But you shook your head. "No, thank you. I’m really full."

"Would you like to help me clean up then?" She asked. Which confused you a bit, she never asked you to help her. Always declining when you offered to help her. So now her asking you to help her is weird.

"I would love to help you, Maria, but I’m actually pretty tired. All I want to do now is a take a bath and go to bed. I’m sorry, I’ll help you next time, okay?" You told her as you got up from your seat. She looked at you with a weird look on her face but she nodded anyways. "Okay."

You left her and walked towards your bedroom, really wanting a relaxing bath now. When you opened the door to your bedroom, you were shocked at what you saw. There in your bed was Jungkook fucking another woman. You couldn’t believe it. They did not even notice you, they did not even look when you opened the door.

"What the fuck!" You heard the girl say, once she finally noticed you. "What Are you doing here?"

"Excuse me? This is my bedroom what are you two doing here?" This bitch had the audacity to ask. Jungkook stopped and turned around when he heard your voice, his eyes meeting yours. He got off of her putting on his shorts and sitting down next to her. You recognized her, it’s his old mistress or so you thought.

"What is this, Jungkook? Are you seriously fucking someone else in our bed?" You asked him, throwing your hand up to point at her. "I thought you were busy with work. Not busy with fucking someone else!"

He got up and tried walking towards you, but you took a step back so he stopped. "I am busy as you can see - well I was, until you interrupted us." You cannot believe him. He can’t be serious, right? "Why are you even here anyway? Shouldn’t you be down in the kitchen helping Maria?" He asked.

Then it all clicked. Maria was asking you to help her so you wouldn’t go to your room, so you wouldn’t see your husband fucking another woman. She was supposed to distract you. What is wrong with these people?

"Why are you in bed with another woman, Jungkook? Why are you in bed with the woman you used to fuck before we got married?" You yelled at him, ignoring his questions. "What do you think, Y/n? Im a man I have needs too! Needs you clearly don’t know anything about." He says, waking towards you again.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" You ask him when he’s standing in front of you. "I get horny, Y/n! Do you even know what that word means? It’s means I want to have sex, but you virgin self is too dumb to notice that."

You chuckle dryly at that. "Are you serious? So instead of talking with me about it, you just go fuck your mistress again? I actually cannot believe you."

He tries to touch, but slap his hand away from you. "Don’t touch me with your filthy hands! You’re disgusting, Jungkook! - you know what? Go back and finish your business, your bitch is waiting for you." Was all you said before you left and shut the door behind you. Jungkook did not even come after you, but you didn’t care, you didn’t want him to come after you anyways.

You could see Maria looking at you worryingly when you walked down the stairs, but you didn’t pay her no mind. That bitch can go fuck herself too. She had the chance to tell you, but instead offered you to help her. These people are seriously sick.

You tried to open the door, but Maria stopped you quickly. "What are you doing, miss? Where are you going?"

"Well what does it look like? I’m leaving! And you better don’t tell anyone or stop me." You tell her, opening the door and leaving the castle. If Jungkook really thinks your staying after you just caught him with another woman, then he‘s wrong!

The walk back to the village was long, really long. But you didn’t care. You’d rather walk home then to stay at the castle. You finally arrived at your old house after what seemed like hours, you banged the door quickly, hoping your mom is still awake.

She opened the door a few minutes later and a worried look immediately crossed her face. "Y/n? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" She asked as you got inside. "No, nothing is okay, mom!"

"Did something happen?" She asked you, checking if your were alright.

"Yeah, but can we please talk about it tomorrow? I just walked all the way from the castle to the village. My feet hurt and I’m really tired, all I want is to go to sleep."

"Of course, darling. I can wait. Go to sleep!" She told you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

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[knjsnoona]

Breathe || Part 01

Summary: A handsome gentlemen you meet by chance, introduces you to a world of endless desires.

Genre: smut || drama

Pairing: dom!Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 11k

Warnings: sexual themes || orgasm denial || alcohol consumption || mild  language || light bondage || sensory deprivation

Rating: 18+

Author’s Note: I have finally finished the first part of this series. This was something I initially started back in 2019 and never went back to until this past week. I decided to start fresh and move my account to a new blog. I’m so happy to have made all the new friends I have, that have motivated me to write! I feel so proud of this accomplishment!

A HUGE THANK YOU TO @eatjeanjin​ FOR BETA READING AND HELPING ME EDIT! I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH! IF YOU HAVEN’T CHECKED OUT THEIR WORKS PLEASE DO!!! SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER!

A slow jazzy tune flows through the dimly lit room from the band on the stage. A few couples sit enjoying each other’s company. Businessmen sit around trying to talk to some corporate bigwig they shared a booth with into a contract. Then, there are those who simply could not sleep, with nothing better to do but go for a drink and some soothing music.

Crossing your legs with a drink in hand, you sit on a stool in the hotel’s lounge bar, eyes scanning the room. You have just gotten back from a business function that had dragged on for far too long. A function where businessmen cared more for the way your red dress hugged your form instead of the statistics you had spent the last several weeks pouring over. Their eyes glued to the skin of your leg that the slit of your dress allowed, as you explained the data you had studied. They would all nod and congratulate your boss in the end for having such a “catch” working for him, winking as if you weren’t standing next to him. It was a joke truly, there you were the best employee in your company, their money maker, and all those saggy old men could do was leer at you.

You chuckle bitterly, eyebrow twitching as you bring the glass in your hand gingerly to your lips. Sighing at the bittersweet taste of your drink, you set it down, finger tracing the rim. Staring into the crimson-orange liquid, you can’t help but think how disastrous this night turned out to be. Would you be able to look your boss in the face again, when he had not once tried to help you out in front of his superiors? He was just a spineless puppet, falling over himself to please those above him, even if it was at your own expense. You felt like an idiot sitting there in the expensive outfit your boss had told you to buy. You now wondered if he had set you up.

Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time, you pluck the dark cherry from inside your drink and spin around in your seat to look at the stage. Bringing the cherry to your lips, you watch the quartet take a moment to refresh themselves with a drink of water before starting their next song. Chewing slowly on the tart fruit, the woman’s voice permeates the once stilted air. Her sultry voice crooning of unrequited love. 

Closing your eyes, your body sways very slightly side to side, to the rhythm of the song. You find yourself trying to relax and release the frustrations of your night. Rolling your shoulders a couple of times and taking a deep breath, you straighten your back and feel a pleasurable stretch that has you sighing out in contentment. Your temporary tranquil state is suddenly invaded by the sound of the loungers applauding the jazz singer. 

Lashes tickling your cheeks as they flutter open, your eyes suddenly meet those of a stranger. There standing before you is a man, one arm leaning against the bar as he faces you. A perfect little smile sits on his plush lips, with dimples indenting his soft cheeks. His dark almond shaped eyes set on your own, not a single sign of shame that you’ve caught him staring. Knowing he has your attention seems to increase the smile on his face, dimples burrowing even deeper into his tan skin. 

Eyebrows pinching together in confusion, you stare at the man hoping he’d say something… anything, but he continues to simply keep his gaze on you. You begin to feel anxious and uncomfortable under his scrutiny. Did you know this man? Is that why he’s approached you? Could he have possibly been at the function tonight? No, he couldn’t have been. You’re sure you would’ve remembered him, considering almost everyone in attendance were middle-aged to ancient. No, this man was not there. So who was he and what did he want?

“Can I help you?” You ask, no longer allowing your mind to run wild with theories. You watch the man’s eyes widen, almost as if in excitement, before returning to their half lidded state. He smirks, eyes glancing down, then back to yours before answering you. 

“No,” is his short reply. You narrow your eyes at him, perplexed and are set to question his audacity to stare. However, he interrupts before you have the chance. “But I can help you.”

Your eyes widen for two reasons. The first being his statement. How could he help you? You weren’t in need of any or even looking for it.The second reason for your shock was the baritone of his voice. It was so deep you hadn’t noticed in his previous negation, granted it had been just one simple word. But now, his voice somehow vibrated within you. It was as if it commanded respect and the attention of anyone able to hear, and attention he did receive from you.

“Help me?” You scoff at him mockingly. “What could possibly make you say such a bold statement?”

“Your body.”

Your mouth almost drops open at how calmly he says the two words. “Excuse me?” You ask, trying to maintain your composure. Who did this stranger think he was? As if the perverts from your company weren’t enough, here comes another jerk trying his luck. Was your luck tonight truly this bad?

His airy chuckles brought you back to the situation at hand. “Don’t misunderstand, I’m not some bar guy looking for a random hook up,” he explains. “Your body language tells me you need my help.” 

You eye him skeptically. Okay, that didn’t sound quite as sketchy but it still left a lot unsaid and unexplained. “My body language…? Right.” You continue to study him, but he didn’t waver once. Meeting his earnest gaze, you continue. “I’m sorry but this whole thing is just strange. What exactly do you want? If this is some weird way to get in my pants, it’s not working sweetheart.”

A spark in his eyes quickly comes and goes at your words. Something you said excited him, or maybe it was the way you said it. You couldn’t tell, but it had him pushing his arm off the bar’s counter and standing erect at his full height. Towering over you but never really invading your space, his eyes scan you from head to toe. His thumb and index finger rubbing at his chin and jaw while considering your hasty words. Eyes meeting yours again, he speaks with amusement clear in his eyes. “It’s bold of you to assume I’m here to score a quickie with you.” 

You scoff and look back to the stage, the singer swaying slowly in time to the song as you had been previously. You continue watching her, chewing on the inside of your lip while you contemplate why you were feeling anxious so suddenly. Your thoughts are soon interrupted by the man’s voice

“Could I have a bourbon, neat please?” he calls to the bartender who gives him a nod. He had turned from you and perched himself on the stool next to yours. Shrugging out of the dark gray suit jacket, he places it beside him and rolls the sleeves of his light blue dress shirt up to his elbows. 

And just like that he grabs your attention. You hadn’t really stopped to give him more than a once over, his aesthetics not having a chance to sink in. But now that he has your full attention, you start to take notice: polished black dress shoes, light blue dress shirt with a dark gray tie to match his suit. You couldn’t help but notice how his shirt was tucked into his pants. Pants that hug his thighs nicely and show off how long his legs are. If anything the stranger definitely knows how to dress well. Could he really be just another businessman staying in the hotel?

The bartender places the drink before the well-dressed stranger, who nods his thanks. Leaning onto the bar on one elbow, he grabs his drink and turns his head to look at you. You raise an eyebrow at him as he raises his drink to you in a toast and takes a sip. Placing his drink down, he turns his attention to you, eyes meeting yours which had already been trained on him. The corner of his lips turn up. Silence reigning between you both, nothing but the live band’s melodies drifting in the background. 

“I think you could benefit from my help.” Breaking the silence that had taken hold. He lifts his glass to his lips once more, another sip and the glass is placed back on the counter. He turns his body to face you, one arm resting on the bar and the other on his thigh. “Your body can say a lot about you. The way you’ve been tapping your foot on and off since you walked in let me know you’re frustrated. Maybe you’re angry. With the way you stormed in and threw yourself into the seat you still reside in, I can only assume something happened to upset you before you entered this place.”

You are taken by surprise that’s for sure, but you school your expression. Not trying to let on that he’s correct. From the glint in his eyes, he didn’t need you to confirm his words. You nervously grab your glass and take a sip of your drink. His words once again flowing into your ears.

“You put on makeup tonight for whatever event you must have been to. Beautiful as you may look this evening, you couldn’t fully hide the dark circles under your eyes. You’ve been having a lot of sleepless nights. Maybe because of the events leading to your social outing tonight or…” His words drift off. You look at him waiting for him to continue. He smirks and leans in closer to you. Voice lowering so that only you could hear him,” Or maybe you’ve been in need of human touch. Something a bit more erotic…”

Your eyes widen and a silent gasp escapes your throat. “H-how dare you! Listen, you perv-”

“You haven’t taken your eyes off me since I made my presence known,” he interrupts. “Although a bit standoffish, after looking me over your pupils were dilated when they connected with mine, an indication of your physical attraction to me. When I spoke, your skin took on the lightest blush, and not just from your drink there. I may be some stranger in this bar, but you haven’t once told me to leave you alone. There’s interest from you in me.” He says this all matter-of-factly in a low timber. 

Feeling his presence back off a bit, you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in. Trying to take even breaths, you wait a moment and collect your thoughts, and boy were they running wild. Even your heart was beating like crazy. How could he feel you out like this? And just by looking at you. He wasn’t wrong. Yes, you had found him attractive but you’d have to be blind not to. He was the picture of tall, dark and handsome. But you hadn’t envisioned anything from this encounter, hell you couldn’t understand why you were entertaining him. You hadn’t even realized how warm you had become until now, how you try to squeeze your crossed thighs together as discreetly as possible. The way he spoke—so intelligently—was strangely igniting something in you. But you’d be damned if you gave in to some spur of the moment primal instinct.

Biting the inside of your lip, you slowly turn to meet the man’s gaze. His face looks the same as it did previously, calm and inviting. Small smile on those plush lips. The only minor difference now is that he is a lot closer to you. Just a few inches separate you, nothing too invasive that he is completely in your space, but it was close enough to give off the vibe of needing privacy. 

“You’re pretty shameless to be assuming things about me like this”, you attempt to sound offended, but your voice trembles for a moment. You hope he hasn’t caught on even if you knew he would. He is too sharp with his inspection as evidenced by how he described his observation of you since he saw you that night. You’re a fool for trying in the first place, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to be any other way.

Lips spread open, showing a row of perfect white teeth as he finds humor in your words. Shaking his head as he chuckles, he looks back down at you and questions, “Shameless?”

“Shameless...,” he leans in and continues with whispers in your ear, “is sitting here getting wet over a man whose name you don’t even know. Shameless is playing the part of the insulted woman with me, but is looking at me with pupils so dilated they’ve almost taken over her iris.” The way he whispers in your ear in such a guttural way has your breath speeding up and your heart almost stopping. 

“Now, if I were shameless, I’d tell you how I could make you cum without setting a single finger on you.” While he continued, you can feel the tips of his fingers skim over the exposed skin of your leg. “I would tell you how I could make you burst with just my tongue. In fact, even just one of my fingers should be enough to release all the tension in this pretty body of yours.”

You involuntarily shudder at his words. Somehow all of your nerves were on fire. Every. Last. One. They were just words, but the way he speaks them with such confidence, as if they were facts, have you on the verge of doing something out of the norm. Trying to regain some semblance of control over your breathing, you avoid looking him in the eyes. Big mistake. While your eyes were trying to escape his, they ended up stumbling upon his lips. His pink, pillowy lips lay slightly parted on his face. The pink muscle behind them sliding out to moisten them ever so slowly, making them look even more enticing. The corner of his lip pulling up, one dimple making its appearance above his strong jaw. Is there a part of him that wouldn’t draw your attention? 

He pulls back suddenly, your eyes still glued to his mouth. You watch him slowly take a sip, his eyes looking at you over the rim of the glass. Your attention is completely ensnared by this stranger. He was right, you were shameless. The way you watch him with such primal desire behind your eyes is shocking to you. You hadn’t felt this riled up by anyone in a long time. But here he is, a man you’d met not even fifteen minutes prior and your mind was a battlefield of pride and lust.

He sets his empty glass aside, eyes trained on it for a moment as if in thought. Long fingers tapping on the bar, appearing to be getting his next words together. “Do you see it now? That I am capable of  releasing all the tension you’re holding onto?”

The question catches you off guard. His voice is steady, his expression not betraying his words. It’s as if nothing had ever happened. As if those lust filled words hadn’t even left his lips. You sit studying his profile for another moment. It’s as if he was offering you some kind of service the way he speaks, like he’s selling something to you. No… he couldn’t be… could he? 

“Are you some kind of gigolo?”

His eyes turn to you in surprise right before they’re filled with mirth, an honest laugh escaping his lips. Quieting down, he shakes his head and answers with a simple, “No, I’m not.” You could see him trying to hold back another smile.

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms. “Then what are you? What do you do? The way you talk it’s almost as if you’re trying to make me buy something from you. So what do you want?”

His next words are spoken slowly, making sure you understand what he’s saying.”I specialize in teaching patience. I help those who just rush through everything in life, learn how to take a moment…” his hand slowly reaches out, a single finger running from your knee until it meets the end of the slit of your dress on top of your thigh as he continues to speak, ‘…and enjoy the journey to the destination.” 

While returning his hand to his side, he lets it slide back down your leg, goosebumps raising wherever it touches. He sits back, looking at you with his dark gaze for a moment before reaching a hand into his jacket. “I’m not the kind of man to force myself on a woman. Or anyone for that matter. I can only offer my assistance.” He pulls his hand back out and places a business card on the bar. His fingers tapping it twice before sliding it over to you. “When you feel like I can meet your needs, shoot me a text or call me, whichever is convenient for you.” 

You wait a moment before gently picking the card up. Flipping over the black card, your eyes looking over the words printed in white. The first line reads ‘Kim Namjoon’, under that was just a phone number. You look at both sides of the card again and find nothing else. This didn’t really help much at all. Who was this enigmatic man? 

Shuffling catches your attention as you see him drop a few bills on the bar to pay for his drink. Leaning over, he grabs his jacket and stands, sliding his arms into the sleeves. He straightens his tie, face turning to glance at you. “I hope you decide to contact me. I’d love to dig my hands into all of your… stress.” He sends you one last smile as he turns and walks away. You watch him disappear into the sea of tables near the stage. 

Eyes looking back at the card in your hand. You want to rip it up, and throw it away but something stops you. What? You aren’t sure. So instead you place the card in your clutch, also content with the fact that he was gone as you did. Sensible thoughts are once again settling in and your breathing returns to normal too. Whatever had taken place didn’t matter. You would never meet the man again in this lifetime. It was time for you to enjoy the last bit of your drink and head up to bed.

It was while you’re finishing the drink that another body settles into the stool previously occupied by the handsome stranger. Eyes wandering to the new arrival, you’re met with a pair of large doe eyes. You silently nod at him and turn back to your empty glass, signaling the bartender. You are about to ask for your tab when the newcomer speaks. 

“I’ll buy your next drink.” A sheepish smile on his face. 

You gaze at him curiously, taking in his youthful appearance. He had Bambi-like eyes, and his nose was a bit large but seemed to fit him well. His bottom lip was fuller than his top one and when he smiled again, you could see his pearly whites. You didn’t know why, but when he smiled like that, he reminded you of a bunny. 

“Is that okay?” He wonders, fingers lightly fidgeting.

“Oh, uh I’m sorry. I was actually just about to leave.” You smile apologetically at him. You could see the look of disappointment cross over his face. 

“Oh, of course. I-I’m sorry. Go figure, huh?” Nervously scratching the back of his head, he anxiously laughs. “And when I finally worked up the courage.” Realizing he said the last part out loud, he ducks his head sheepishly and a blush tints his cheeks. 

Taking him in curiously, the corners of your lips quirk up. Smiling at the sweet young man, his shyness a breath of fresh air after the night you’ve had. You tilt your head to look at him as he tries to avoid looking over at you, his peripherals eventually betray him.

You laugh quietly to yourself, endeared by his mannerism. He seemed sweet enough, especially compared to all the company you’ve kept tonight. Maybe you should entertain him. Appraising him once more, you make up your mind. 

“Okay. I’ll have one last drink,” making sure to place emphasis on ‘last’.

His eyes dart to you and you see an immediate glimmer in them. A smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He almost seems to think he’s imagining your change of heart, almost worried to scare you away.

Smiling, you raise an eyebrow at him. “Well? Are you going to buy me that drink…?” You drift off at the end, hoping he can fill it with his name.

“Jungkook,” he answers quickly, eyes sparkling at you. You smile at him and tilt your head, eyes shuffling towards the bartender helps him break out of whatever little trance he’d entered. “Oh! Right uh, I’d like Tequila Sunrise and a drink for the lady. The same you were having before okay?” Looking over at you questioningly, you nod in reply. He nods at the bartender and watches him walk off to fulfill their orders.

You sit there quietly for a moment, Jungkook looking at you and then shyly looking away again and staring down at the counter of the bar. As he does, you take him in. He had a young and sweet face, but now that he’s turned away from you, his sharp jaw catches your eyes. An interesting addition to his face for sure. He’s dressed in a black suit, undershirt and tie matching the dark aesthetic. The dark suit does nothing to hide the muscles that make up his legs, more importantly his thighs. His locks are a dark chestnut shade that are parted to one side. He is very handsome, you could acknowledge that.

“So…” At your one word his attention is immediately drawn back to you. You smile at him softly, “What brings you here tonight?” You ask him kindly.

You see him chew on his lip, mulling over your question for a moment. “Company trip. We had a couple of meetings in town today. And it seems I wasn’t the only one,” he muses as he looks around the lounge, coming to the same conclusion you had before. “A-and you?” Turning back to you.

You choose to ignore his stutter, as to not make him feel self conscious. “I’m here for a company function. My company usually hosts events here.” You simply explain, readjusting yourself in the seat and recrossing your legs. Your hands smooth the dress down. Flicking your hair behind your shoulder you look back up at him. 

His eyes quickly look away, as he coughs into his fist, as if clearing his throat. The apples of his cheeks taking a light pink tinge. Chest swelling as he takes a deep breath as if to calm himself and releases it slowly. “You must work for a profitable company,” he finally says a little hoarsely.

He truly was a charming man. You couldn’t help but smile, his anxiousness making you want to see him fidget. Maybe it was just to stroke your ego, having him trip over himself around you. Or maybe it’s because it was the one time you finally felt in control tonight. Something you enjoyed having in all aspects of your life, something that also weighed on you but you always chose to ignore. 

“I guess you could say it is”, you finally answer just as the bartender returns with your drinks. You both thank him, and you watch as Jungkook takes a hardy sip of his own. Lips parting to reveal a toothy grin as you tease him, “Thirsty are we?”

He swallows loudly, as he turns to look at you. Tongue quickly darting to lick his lips, as he looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “I, um, yes. Parched,” he chuckles nervously. His fidgeting hands rub over his thighs, you assume it as a nervous habit but also to wipe any sweat that has accumulated over them. 

“You’re adorable,” you say quietly. 

He catches the words and blinks at you. A small blush painting his cheeks as a small smile appears on his lips. “I’m not…” He tries to counter.

“You are,” smiling as you bite your lip. If it had been any other night—actually if you were anyone else—maybe you would have tried to entice him into your company, and judging by his behavior you clearly didn't need to do much enticing at all. But you had been drained from the events that had taken place and you simply weren’t the type. Such a waste too. 

Damn, maybe that Namjoon fellow was right, you did need some physical contact. You’re standing here imagining what the young man before you would look like out of his suit. How the muscles on his legs would look like as he- 

And that’s enough of that. You really need to get to bed now. 

Picking your drink up, you drink it all in one go. Setting it down with a satisfied sigh, you turn to see Jungkook staring at you wide-eyed. And suddenly you feel guilty for wanting to leave his company. It was short lived but you couldn’t stay any longer. Your mind was a tangled mess and you needed time to recuperate. 

You smile at him apologetically, “I’m sorry, I really have to go. It’s been a long day, and these shoes haven’t exactly been kind.” You slide out of your seat, picking up your clutch. Your feet really do start to pinch in pain as your weight is now placed back on them. “Thank you so much for the drink. You were a very welcome company.”

His large eyes stare at you, eyebrows pinched in disappointment. He suddenly stands up in a rush. “Wait! I didn’t get your name… or uh” He seems to struggle with trying to find the right words.

You smile up at him, yes up. He was incredibly tall. And now that he was standing, you could take in how impressive his frame was. If his legs were any indication, you were sure the rest of him was sure to match. You groan internally, such a damn waste. 

As he stands there trying to figure out what to say next, you step in close. Leaning up on your toes, you whisper your name in his ear and place a soft kiss on his cheek before you pull away. “It was very nice meeting you tonight, Jungkook.” You give him one last smile as you walk away. 

Looking once over your shoulder as you’re about to exit the lounge, you see him drop back into his seat in defeat. You felt bad but knew this was not the time or the place for you to even entertain those ideas. Definitely not with some you had just met. You sigh as you press the button for the elevator, ”If only.”

Back in your suite, you sigh for a much different reason as you soak in the warm water of the large tub. The function may have been a bust but this was so worth it. If anything today was worth the crap you went through it’s this delightful bath you were now in. Maybe the cute young man that you had met as well. 

An image of the dimpled man crosses your mind but you refuse to waste any thoughts on him. He wasn’t about to try to live rent free in your thoughts. Not when you were trying to relax and the thought of him and the way he sounded made your body shiver. The way his intense eyes made you feel so small and the barely there traces of his touch on your leg had the pit of your stomach in knots. No. This was a time for relaxation. Your chance to release the tension built up in your body.

“In fact, even just one of my fingers should be enough to release all the tension in this pretty body of yours.”

You groan in frustration. Fuck. Why did he have to say that? You knock your head back into the edge of the tub behind you, trying to dislodge any thoughts of the shameless stranger. Shameless… and alluring. 

“No, no, no”, you chant to yourself as you shake your head. “Nope, I am going to relax in this hot bath. That is all. Now deep breath in….” You take a deep breath through your nose and slowly exhale through your mouth, “... and all the bs out.” You mutter before fully submerging underwater to empty your head of any thoughts. The feeling of weightlessness is welcoming. But even in the muffled silence of the water, you can hear his words echo. Shooting up, you decide you’re done with this bath. Clearly it isn’t as relaxing as you had hoped. 

Flicking through the channels, you find there is nothing interesting on. Well there is… but it’s late at night. With each channel you land on, there’s nothing but some kind of romance film. Not just any romance films, but the kind that were full of sexual tension between the two lead actors. The kind that could get all the right reactions from the viewer. They were literally the sister of softcore porn, and it was not helping your situation at all. 

Sighing you turn the TV off and you toss the remote onto the night stand beside you. Rubbing your hands down your face in frustration, you decide maybe now was the best time to get some sleep. Leaning over you flick the lamp by your side off and pull at the blanket as you shuffle into a comfortable position. 

Closing your eyes, you try to just bask in the silence of the night settling in around you. The darkness on the other side of your lids assists to lull you into sleep slowly. 

It’s in that half sleep-half awake in between when you can’t fully control your thoughts, that he once again makes an appearance. Walking slowly towards you, hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks, sleeves rolled up, and half the buttons of his shirt undone—smooth, tan skin on full display for your hungry eyes to drink up. Dark hooded eyes devouring you hungrily, a warning of what was to come once he got his hands on you.

You can feel a heat surrounding you as he finally invades your space, your heart beating a mile a minute. You swallow hard at the barely there touch of his finger running up your arm, his all encompassing presence making your hair stand, goosebumps breaking out over your skin. 

“Were you waiting for me?” The deep timbre of his voice makes the pit of your stomach contract. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts, eyes trained on his shoulder. Your eyes soon jerk  up to meet his own as a finger lifts your chin, an inquisitive yet demanding gaze searching your face. “I asked you a question, and I do expect an answer from those pretty lips.”

You clench your jaw, steeling yourself to answer his demanding question. “Yes”, is all that escapes you in a whisper. And you know it’s what he wanted to hear when his eyes flash with gratification. The finger on your chin sliding ever so lightly down the length of your chin down between the valley of your breasts, and finally coming to a stop between your legs—not quite touching you, just a ghost of a touch. All the while his eyes never left yours, watching them for any reaction.

“What exactly were you waiting for me for?” He tilts his head in mock curiosity as the digit slides softly between your panty clad folds, making your shiver. The corner of his luscious lips perk at the beginning of a smirk. 

You clench your jaw again. You knew what you were craving, what you had wanted when he spoke to you down in the lounge. His salacious promises left those delicious lips, eyes full of power and lust staring you down, making you fully aware that they weren’t just empty words. 

He raises his eyebrows at your lack of response. Your eyes are zooming into his sharp jawline as he clenches it. You were so distracted that you’re taken completely by surprise when he sharply smacks your mound, a squeal leaving your lips. “I think you forgot that I expect answers. The first time I remind you is a courtesy, any reminders after that… I will punish you.”

Your eyes stare up at him wide eyed, heart beating quickly as you feel the second smack and shoot up in your bed. A bead of sweat trails down your neck, as your eyes take in your surroundings. Noticing your hotel room, and the obvious lack of presence, you close your eyes in relief. Hands shaking as you rake them through your hair. What the hell was that? It felt so real. It felt as if he truly had been in front of you, all the sensations you had felt earlier that night returning twice as strong. Even his touch felt real. You had been so affected that your brain decided to store every sound, touch and scent, just to torture you.

You shake your head, this was ridiculous. Some complete stranger had you fantasizing like a horny high schooler. Annoyed as you are, you can’t help but replay the fantasy once more, biting your lips at the things he said and the way he teased you. You groan as your core clenches in need. You needed to stop and reassess the situation. You needed to get him out of your head. But then your traitorous thoughts remind you of the little black card, the one with his name and his contact number. He was only one text away.

“No, absolutely not.” You think to yourself as your body is sliding out of bed and even as you find yourself walking over to the kitchenette counter to grab your clutch. “That would be a preposterous thing to do”, you continue to think as you pull the little card out. In contrast to your thoughts, you are now walking back to grab your phone from the night stand with the card in hand. 

“You would never call for him. ”Your thoughts are contradicting your actions, as you type out the number of your room and send it to him. 

The sent notification suddenly catches your attention; bringing you to a realization of what you had just done. Looking down you stare in shock, “Well fuck.”

You pace in the space in front of the door. How could you have done that? What the hell was wrong with you? You cursed your horny subconscious over and over for the last five minutes, heart hammering as your nerves went haywire. 

After sending the text you talked yourself into believing he wouldn’t reply, that it was a fake number, or that he wouldn’t even know what the cryptic hotel room number would mean. But that hopeful bubble was promptly popped a few seconds after by his response; a simple “Be there in five”.

Well it’s been five minutes and he still wasn’t here. Maybe it was all an elaborate joke, maybe someone had set you up. If that’s true then they better hope you never find out who they are. Your pride would not take being humiliated like this. 

Just as you're starting to work yourself up, a knock echoes through the room bringing all thoughts and movement from you to a complete halt. You listen tensely in case you might have mistaken it, but it was not long before another resounds parroting the first. You stand staring at the door, contemplating your options. That’s right, you have options. You could just tell him it was an accident, that it was meant for someone else… right?

Taking a deep breath your hand reaches for the handle. Heart hammering in your chest, you unlock the door and slowly pull it open. There he is standing in all of his glory; the very man keeping you from sleep that evening had his almond shaped eyes staring you down. He looked just as good as he had at the bar. You noticed he had arrived without his jacket, looking every bit as he had in your fantasy. His tie lay undone around his neck with the top three buttons of his shirt popped open. The golden skin underneath was calling to you, keeping your attention on him. All thoughts of denying this encounter immediately dissipate.

“A pleasure to see you as well,” he murmurs, breaking you out of your appraising thoughts. He tilts his head to the side, hands tucked in the pockets of his slacks, and smirks. 

You can see amusement painted in his eyes. You continue gazing at him, awkward silence settling into the hotel hallway. 

“Are you going to invite me in or…” His eyebrow quirks at you, deep voice trailing off.

Jumping in surprise, you remember why he was here. It’s while pushing the door open wider to let him in, that your nerves decide to resurface in full force. Your heart is thumping as he walks by you, and even more when his arm brushes yours. You look around the hallway before slinking back inside. When you’re locking the door the sudden urge to vomit makes its presence known. You swallow the saliva that suddenly floods your mouth, hesitantly turning you keep your eyes to the ground. His black shoes are the only thing you can see and they were pointing right at you.

Why were you this unsettled? Something about this man’s presence just knocked you off kilter. It unhinged you. But the bit of pride you had left flared up. Jutting your chin out in defiance, you lifted your eyes to face him with all the confidence you could muster up. 

You froze, his eyes were appraising you—starting from your legs, his gaze was sweeping up your body until they landed on yours. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before biting it. Those infuriating dimples make a comeback when he gives you an open mouth smile. 

You see him take a step forward and you immediately freeze like a deer in the headlights, unsure of what his next move would be. Deciding to try and maintain some control, you speak, filling the silence. “Would you like a drink? There’s probably alcohol in here somewhere. Ah, actually there isn’t. I just remembered this hotel doesn’t supply the rooms with it…” Silence once more reigning the two of you. Another thought comes to mind. “But I’m sure there’s tea. I can make you a cup if you’d like.”

 “No, thank you.”

You nod, standing there with your hands clutching the hem of the long t-shirt you wore— eyes looking anywhere but him. God, why did he have to look identical to the way he did in your fantasy? Shit, maybe it had actually been a premonition. That was a scary thought, but not as scary as the man that currently stood before you. Well, he wasn’t scary per se; it was the “unknown” that terrified you more. The “unknown” being your attraction to him, the unexplainable magnetic pull he had over you.

Swallowing hard as you feel awkward just standing here, you decide to go with your previous plan. “I’m sorry,” you begin in a whisper before clearing your throat and speaking louder. “This was a mistake. I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean to send you that text.” You manage to finally say, as you meekly look up at him. 

His eyes are full of amusement, a small smile still on his lips. He takes another moment before speaking and shocking you once more. “Oh? Was it meant for the boy you met?” His smile transforms into a knowing smirk.

“What?”, you stupidly ask. You didn’t know what you were expecting for him to say but it wasn’t that. Breaking out of your surprise, you bite the inside of your cheek. “Yes, it was.” You swallow, deciding to go with it. At that he chuckles softly, shoulders shaking slightly. You quietly huff before asking, “Why are you laughing?”

“My apologies.” He shoots you a smile, as his amusement dies down. “I didn’t mean to do so out loud, but I found it too funny how you just tried to lie.”

“Lie? How bold-”

“Not bold. And don’t try to bluff. I think you forgot, I’m an observant man,” he quickly cuts you off, slowly making his way to you. “You couldn’t even hold my gaze as you said it. The moment you said ‘yes’, your eyes shifted away for half a second. That is usually a sign of deception, did you know that? Everyone has a tell when they lie.” He explains nonchalantly while he stops before you, a finger moving to place a lock of hair behind your ear. 

Leaning down, you feel his breath on the shell of your ear. “Besides… you didn't even exchange numbers.” His voice pervades your body through your ear, warming your body.

He had been watching you, you realize. After he’d left you, he had watched your exchange with the youngman, Jungkook. You weren’t sure if you should be terrified at this feeling of being stalked. Or if you should feel excitement at the fact that he couldn’t keep his attention off of you. 

“It’s interesting to me.” He takes a step forward, forcing you to take one back to try to keep whatever minimal space there is between you. 

“What’s interesting?” You question, eyes never leaving his shoulder as you continue to refuse to look at him.

“The fact that you didn’t leave with him.” Another step forward, and another one back for you.

“Why would I leave with him?” You swallow as the heat of his form somehow engulfs you without him touching you.

“You were clearly still aroused from our little meeting.” He takes another step, continuing your little dance. “And he was clearly very eager.”

“I don’t-” your voice catches as your throat suddenly feels dry. The way he has invaded your space has you losing any train of thought. The scent of him scrambles your words. You swallow to try and moisten your drying throat just enough to speak. “I don’t hook up with men I meet in bars.”

“Oh?” He speaks so closely now that it feels as if his voice is vibrating throughout your form. “Then what am I doing here?”

You don’t know yourself. This wasn’t you. You liked for things to be neat and in order. Your friends and family called you a control freak, something you could never deny because it was something you enjoyed. But somehow you could not control your thoughts when this man was around. With one look from those dark eyes, he could easily make you relinquish your tightly held reigns—make you go against the very nature of yourself.

“Curiosity.” 

As the back of your knees hit something solid, your eyes slowly slide up to the side of his face. Pulling his head back, you see him glance down his nose at you. “Curiosity that you sparked with promises. I want to know if what you said was true.” Your quiet voice trapped between you both.

His eyes were narrowing as he watched you, studying your face for something you’re unsure of. A tingling sensation begins to make its way up both of your arms. It takes you a moment to realize it’s his hands. Large hands tracing the curves of your waist and hips soon after, making you shiver, never breaking eye contact. “Lay down.”

Your eyebrows furrow, confusion filling you. He tilts his chin behind you. You turn to find that he has backed you up to the bed. Turning back you meet his gaze, unchanging and waiting for you to follow as he instructed. “What are you going to do?”

He doesn’t respond at first, barely moving except to once more place his hands in his pockets. “I’ve learned a few things about you tonight. The first being, you don’t follow instructions well.”

You quietly scoff at his words that are making you feel like a child. And just like a child, you cross your arms just below your chest. 

His eyes follow your movements, one hand sliding the grey tie off his shoulders. “Uncross your arms and lay down. I’ll be teaching you some patience tonight, along with how to follow directions. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You stay still for a moment longer with your stubbornness fighting for control. Finally, you allow yourself to lose the battle against his quiet, demanding gaze. Slowly, ever so slowly, your arms fall to your sides. Your eyes finally leave his to look around as you sit and scoot back on the bed to lay down. Your heart makes its presence known again while you stare at the plain ceiling of the hotel room. The fingers of your right hand are playing with the hem of your shirt, tugging at a loose string. 

You feel the bed dip before his form fills your vision. Broad shoulders, tan skin only inches from your face as his scalding hot hands wrap around your wrists. He tugs them and places them above your head. You feel something soft wrapping around your wrists. Then, you feel him tie them together. The sensation makes you swing your gaze up to visually confirm what you were feeling: your hands are now tied together with the grey tie that was around his neck earlier. 

You blink before looking up at him bewildered, “What kind of Fifty Shades reenactment is-”

“Don’t speak or I’ll use your panties as a gag.”

The threat has you quickly shutting your mouth and your thighs squeeze together. The commanding tone in his voice does things to you. Unsure of what had you gotten yourself into but anticipation building at where it was heading; you could feel yourself beginning to ruin your underwear.

He leans back on his knees, one placed on either side of your hips. He slips his phone out of his pocket, thumb quickly tapping over the screen. “Before we go any further, I need to know I have your consent. I would prefer a written agreement, but considering the circumstances verbal works as well. I’m currently recording this conversation. The recording will end the moment you give me your answer.”

You didn’t expect this, and you felt some form of respect and appreciation for his thoughtfulness. He was giving you an out and was providing you time to decide whether you wanted to continue this, whatever it was. And as you mull it over, you realize that against all the reservations you may have—even as the voice inside your head tells you not to give in—you find yourself saying:

“Yes, I consent.”

He nods once, tapping on his phone before placing it in his pocket once more and glancing down at you. “From here on out you will only do as I say. Do you understand? Nod if you do.” 

He watches you and waits for you to nod. A smile appears on his face upon your agreement. “Not so hard, is it?” 

Your feet fidget as you lay there feeling the seconds tick by. Not a single word uttered from either one of you. All you can do is wait. After a couple of minutes, he breaks the silence.

“Do you hear that...the silence? I need you to take that in, the stillness around you.”

Your eyebrows furrow a bit in confusion, but you comply by trying to find a way to settle into the quiet darkness surrounding you. Doing so proved hard, though. You could only drift back to the man looming over you.

Feeling you are trying to shuffle inconspicuously, he places his hand on your sternum and halts all movements from you. “You need to focus. You need to let whatever’s on your mind melt away. If you need an anchor,” his other hand grabbing your bound hands and placing one on his chest, “then use me. Feel the beat of my heart and focus on your breathing. That’s all I want you to do for me.”

Your cheeks warm as a gentle beat thumps beneath your palm, each pulse introducing warmth into your skin. His words have a different effect than intended on you, or maybe they are as intended. Warmth spreads from your hand and radiates down your arm then to the rest of your body from the contact. The warmth also causes your breath to pick up.

Noticing the change in pace, his hand presses down lightly against your chest. “You need to breathe, control each inhalation and exhalation. Take deep breaths in through your nose, and slowly out through your mouth.” He demonstrates for you while he explains. Your hand follows the movement of his chest as it expands and deflates. “Match my rhythm. Try to sync your breaths to my own. And above all else, keep eye contact with me. Understood?”

Your eyes snap from his chest to his dark, hooded orbs. A new shiver runs through you as something begins to simmer below the surface of your skin. Taking a deep breath, you try to figure out what he’s playing at but you finally decide to just throw all caution to the wind. You had already invited him to your room and have given him consent. You didn’t doubt he’d stop at any given moment if you decided to rescind it. But you didn’t want to. And where did that leave you other than to continue forward. Exhaling the breath you were holding, you nod.

“Good. Let’s begin.”

Eyes connected to his, you begin trying to match each of his breaths even if you were finding difficulty in doing so at first. His breaths were too deep and long, and it was hard to make yours the same. But slowly the more time you spend on it, the easier it becomes for your lungs to expand and contract insync with his. 

The beat of his heart creates a set tempo, almost like a metronome. The thumping lulls you into a serene state. Your body tingles all over almost as if wanting to be freed of the skin encompassing it. Each breath you take makes something come alive in you, or maybe it has always been there—a yearning for something that is missing. The eye contact makes you feel incredibly exposed, ushering a sense of intimacy; an intimacy so strong it feels as if it both drowns you and renews life back in you.

All at once, something changes. You can feel all the heat emanating from your company perched on you, shooting from his palm into your torso. But it isn't just any regular heat. This is scorching you, even through your clothes. The elevating temperatures are only countered by the coolness of the sheets beneath you, causing you to shiver with goosebumps spreading over your skin. You could somehow both tangibly feel how still the air was and the energy charging it. 

All of your nerves seem to be working over time, as you experienced things you couldn’t ever remember previously. Your skin is like a blackhole—absorbing any and all things that touch it. All sensations amplified by ten. 

All these titillating sensations bring awareness to how wet you’ve become. Your panties are now sticking to your nether lips, thighs twitching momentarily as the fire raging in your core hits you hard. 

Unable to hold back, your back arches in the small space between you, a soft moan leaving your lips all while holding his ever darkening gaze. His tongue darts to lick his lip from your periphery. 

Removing his hand from your breastbone, he hovers it over one of your soft, shirt clad mounds.. One digit lightly caresses a pebbled nipple, making your breath hitch momentarily. He stops his movements, allowing you to refocus your breathing before pressing his finger down. His slim finger trails around the hardened bud, making the flesh of your breast break out in goose pimples. 

Every touch felt so exponential. The feeling immediately travels between your thighs. It was ridiculous how your body was overreacting to every touch. His singular digit keeps on circling and pushing down your nipple, enough to build an orgasm in the pit of your stomach. A light sheen of sweat covering your skin. Swallowing hard, you try to keep up with the tempo of his breaths. Your thighs press together—wanting, needing relief. If you were actually honest, you were about to orgasm.

Feeling the movement beneath him, he pulls his hand from you and almost drags a whine from your lips as he does. Swinging his leg, he removes himself from his place above you. Scalding hands grip your thighs, parting them to make space for him to sit. Gently he lays your legs over his, opening you to him. 

He finally breaks the shared gaze, eyes inspecting the site at the apex of your thighs. “How close were you?” 

The question catches you off guard. Closing your eyes you try to wade through your muddled brain for the words to answer. You realize you’ve taken too long, when he squeezes your thigh for an answer. “I-I almost…” You breathlessly try to answer, opening your eyes.

“You almost came?” He asks, no shame in his word or on his face as he lifts his face to look at you. 

You can only nod in response, which he reciprocates. “When you’re about to reach that point, tell me.” 

You feebly nod in affirmation.

His scorching hands are resting on your naked thighs, slowly running up and down them. He adds a bit of pressure while massaging the soft skin. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your walls squeeze down on nothing. Even this simple act was so sensual and orgasm inducing. What you had felt before is now coming back as if it had never left in the first place. The coiling in your abdomen becomes apparent as his pads press down circles on the inside of your thighs, breath hitching as a breathy moan escapes. 

Each addition of pressure from his slim fingers spikes your arousal. Pads of his fingers press into the meat of your thighs, alternating them with soft caresses over the skin; pushing all the right buttons. It was almost the greatest form of torture. The blazing lines he’d write into your skin so blistering they felt icy hot. 

Your thighs quaked in his hands, toes curling into the sheets. You were so close again, so damn close to your release that you almost didn’t have time to tell him. But still you part your lips in an attempt to let him know.

“I-I…”

“Are you close again?”

You nod and he pulls his hands away again. Your eyes shoot open, immediately seeking him out. You find his orbs surveying you, hands resting between his parted thighs.You know he can clearly see the confusion and want, desperately placed on display for him, legs trembling where they rested over his. You were so close to your release. 

“Breathe.”

You exhale, only now realizing you’d been holding your breath in anticipation. 

“Don’t forget to breathe. Go on.” He blinks, waiting expectantly.

You close your eyes for a moment, before returning them to him. Taking deep breaths in through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth, you are now easily falling back into the flow. Each breath invites ardor into every nerve. Not a single part of you is unaffected at this point. 

Brows pinch, as you feel the back of his hand skim through your core. The wet fabric of your panties almost irritates your skin. His ministrations continue leisurely for a moment before he presses on your hooded bundle. He starts with circular motions and soon interchanges it with strokes so light, it’s almost as if he’s not touching you. 

This repetitive routine he seemed to take pleasure in, of denying you release, almost makes you cry. Tears begin to blur your vision and your body trembles. You feel like a tightly wound up coil, ready to spring at any given moment. Unfortunately, you can’t as he stops once more. Tear-filled eyes meet his pleadingly. He was the key to your release, your body knew this. 

While biting his lip, his hand finally returns to your core. This time he massages your mound, squeezing your lips together while sliding his fingers along the length of them. Pressure on either side of your clit slides away, only to return a moment later. He releases his hold on your folds again, laying a digit on either side, palm laying on your pubic bone. The heat seeps through your abdomen, heating your core from both in and out of your body. 

He slides his hand down, fingers trailing the outer edges of your folds where they meet your thighs: the very edge where your ruined panties also lie. Gliding his hand back up, his fingers touch the side of your lower lips from beneath your underwear. The touch is so small and so quick, but they were enough to fan the flames of your orgasm even worse. It was the closest he’d come to touching you without any obstruction, making you let out a soft moan. 

His eyes darken while his chest expanded a bit quicker, matching your quickening breaths. You feel the pressure increase as the bottom of his palm presses roughly into your bundle of nerves.

Your fingers clutch at the bed sheets above your head. Your eyes almost closing at the overwhelming sensation but you continue to hold his stare. Tears run down the sides of your face. You are unable to contain them any longer at the sensual torture being inflicted on you. 

And then you hear it, a soft guttural groan fills the air. The sound makes you clench so fiercely. Fuck, it was the most sensual thing you’d ever heard. 

You couldn’t do this anymore.

“P-please…” you beg, barely above a whisper. 

He studies you but he doesn't stop with his actions. He interchanges from flicking you softly to grinding on you with a single digit. His eyes trail down, taking in your trembling, sweat drenched form. Your shirt is clinging to your breasts that are softly bouncing with each hasty breath. Switching the position of his fingers, he curls them and places one on either side of your bud. Pressing them together he traps your sensitive clit, and begins to knead and tug it.

“Cum.”

With his guttural words, it’s as if a switch flipped inside of you. The first wave hits you hard and leaves you speechless, body jerking in pleasure. It’s when the second hits that your ability to speak returns. Moan after moan rolling out of your mouth as the second orgasm makes its way through you.

By the time your third orgasm rides in on the tail of your second, you realize your hearing had left you when you first came. Because all at once you can hear your cries filling the room, his assurances filling your ears. Your eyes shut tight as tears roll down the sides of your face, back arching off the bed, and toes curling painfully. Your fingers are gripping the sheets so tightly you can no longer feel them.

After what feels like a lifetime, all strength leaves your body as it lays limp. The only sounds audible at this time are coming from you trying to catch your breath. The lusty haze slowly lifts from your fucked out mind. Eyes fluttering open, taking in your surroundings. Somehow it all looks different even though it isn’t—your senses are still in overdrive. 

Your orbs land on him, still sitting on his knees between your legs. Hands no longer touching you, as he simply observes you. 

After a beat, he shuffles back slowly, setting his feet on the ground. He takes a moment to adjust his slacks, smoothing any wrinkles in them and his dress shirt. Tucking one hand in his pocket, he walks around the bed to stand by your side. Taking a seat, he shuffles some of your hair away from your face. “How do you feel?”

You try to answer but find yourself unable to. Still a mess with jelly-like limbs and mush for brains. 

He smiles, ”Do you feel relaxed?”

It takes a moment and a lot of willpower, but you manage to give him a nod. He answers with another smile and nods while standing. He makes his way into the bathroom, returning shortly with a wet hand towel. Leaning over you, he wipes off your sweat. 

Carefully, he pulls your underwear to mid-thigh, halting a moment. You watch as he dips a finger between your folds, collecting your juice on one long, slim finger—making you jerk away at the oversensitivity. Bringing it up to his lips as he slowly and lasciviously licks it before popping it in his mouth. Eyes closing as a deep hum rumbles in his chest. 

“You taste divine.”

His words make you whimper. It was impossible. It was impossible to be so damn desirable like this. Impossible for every word that left his lips to be so goddamn sinful and yet send you to heaven. You had entered a dangerous game in which only you would lose. You just didn’t know what you would be losing.

You jolt, feeling him wipe you clean. The fibers in the towel rub against your sensitive bud, making you try to pull away. But your body was too tired and heavy.

He chuckles as he finishes and pulls your ruined underwear back into place. “Relax, that’s all the fun for tonight.” Disposing the hand towel, he releases your wrists, placing the tie around his neck. Leaning over, he picks you up gently and tucks you under the sheets.

You feel his eyes roam over you, assuming he was making sure you were comfortable enough. But beyond that you can guess nothing else as you fall into darkness, the sound of a door shutting was the last thing you hear as you give into the world of sleep.

Ringing. A loud ringing stirs you from your sleep. 

Eyes lazily open, squinting at the bright morning light filtering in through the blinds on the windows. You reach for the hotel phone, as the ringing begins to grate on you, and bring it to your ear. 

“Hello?” Your voice sounds a bit horse to your ears.

“Good morning, miss. This is your morning wake up call you scheduled,” the kind voice replies from the other end.

Wiping a hand down your face, you open your eyes to look at the digital clock by the night stand. Quietly groaning to yourself you thank the concierge and hang up. Flopping back onto the bed, you stretch your limbs, releasing one last yawn. Your whole body relaxes as you bask in the warm morning glow filtering into the hotel room. You feel so oddly at peace. All the heaviness and exhaustion you’d been feeling for the last few weeks seeming to have just disappeared. Maybe you should get one of these mattresses for your place.

As you sit up, a small memory returns to you. It was an erotic dream feauring Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. You sigh ashamed of your subconsciousness. You could feel your underwear semi damp against you, making you shiver with discomfort. Damn, it had to be a good dream to have had you soaking wet like this. 

Shaking your head rid of these thoughts, you decide it’s best not to dwell on idiotic fantasies. So, you get up and dig through your suitcase for your outfit that day. You head into the shower, already making a mental checklist of all the things you need to repack before checking out in a couple of hours.

The elevator dings, doors sliding open to reveal the hotel’s lobby. You stand in line as others buzz around, on their way back to their day to day lives. It’s not long before you stare up at a friendly concierge and return their smile as they help you check out. 

Tucking a receipt of your stay into your bag, you bump into a broad form. A strong hand on your forearm keeps you from hitting the ground after losing your balance from the impact. But as you are about to thank the stranger, you freeze at the sight of the dimpled man from the lounge standing before you. 

A soft smile crosses his lips as he greets you, “Good morning. You seem well rested.”

“I… I am, yes and good morning to you as well,” you respond politely. 

“That’s good…” He nods.

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, not really knowing how else to fill the silence. You clear your throat, ”Well, I’ve got to get going. Have a safe trip.”

As you're grabbing the handle of your case, his hand grabs your bicep and makes you stop. “I’m glad I could help you unwind.” He releases his hold on you but not before whispering one last admission in your ear.

Your eyes widen, snapping to his direction only to see his back facing you. Not once did he look back as he made his way out of the hotel doors. You watched him disappear before your very eyes like that with his parting words echoing over and over in your head. 

“I can still taste you.”

Your thighs squeeze together as you suck in a deep breath and release it slowly. 

Fuck.

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Empty Love: 05 || jjk

❥ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

❥ Word Count: 1.7k

❥ Rating: M

❥ Genre: angst, fluff, idol!au, childhood friends to lovers au, slow-burn

❥ Warnings: swearing, angst, eventual smut in the future

❥ Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood, but lately, things have been off. He starts canceling plans and begins acting a little cold towards you. However, the sudden revelation of your sex life might cause things to change dramatically, specifically your future with him.

❥ A/N: I will make a series masterlist post for this fic soon because I realized this will be longer than my other series! Thank you for supporting me and staying with this story.💙

❥ Previous Chapter: Chapter 4

RECAP

“Then it’s settled. Y/N and Tae will be sharing a room,” Joon says, giving a clap, finally happy with the decision.  

You turn away from Taehyung only to stand there with your back still pressed to his chest, his arms loosely clasped around your waist. You look around only to see happy faces, everyone looking relieved with the decision except for one person. Dark eyes stare into yours. You can see the clear sign of unhappiness swimming through them, but you don’t expect to feel the coldness directed towards you. It would’ve been fine if it were anyone else, but it was him, and the last thing you needed was a frustrated Jungkook.

Maybe you should’ve put more thought into your pajamas while packing. Usually, you just slept in a simple cotton t-shirt nightgown, assuming that would be fine. Of course, that was before you realized you would have to share a room with one of the boys. There were also only two bathrooms, meaning you would have to share one of them with Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin. 

All the boys would be already changed and waiting in the small living area. You just have to suck it up and walk out. You’re not the same girl you were before your makeover. The whole purpose of it was to remind you of the confidence you carry, and it was slowly fading. 

"Okay, so tomorrow we have our first interview in the afternoon at 1. We'll go over some important stuff before it. Then there's a small fan meet at 4, and we're free after that," Namjoon explains as he reads over the paper in his hand. 

Your feet bring you closer to the small table; the seven of them gather around. They still haven’t  noticed your presence, making it feel awkward.  

"Do I get to come?"  

The soft and hesitant question that leaves your mouth causes their heads to turn, with different expressions on each of their faces as they notice you. Your brows furrow as you stare at them in confusion, all of them silent until Taehyung decides to break the silence. 

"Need more sleep," he says, eyes trailing over the words on your light pink nightgown, a smile forming on his lips as he finishes his sentence, "it's cute." 

A blush sets in on your cheeks as you realize they were all looking at your legs, more of your skin on display than usual. You didn't think anything about it because you wore nighties to bed every night. It hadn't occurred to you that the boys had never seen you in something this short. 

A scoff echoes in the small space, and your eyes meet an irritated Jungkook.

"Need more sleep, more like need more fabric," he mumbles harshly, causing you to wince at the insult. You hated dealing with this Jungkook. You could take his words up to a certain point, but this wasn't any usual teasing, he meant for them to sting, and they did in fact. 

It happens quickly before you even register it. Jimin elbows Jungkook in his side and lets out an audible, "ow, what was that for," only to receive glares from the other boys.   

It feels even tenser in the room now. You feel out of place and slightly uncomfortable. You shouldn't feel this way, and you wouldn't have before if Jungkook didn't say those words. It was your fault, and you should've considered that you'd be staying with seven boys. 

Your hands reach down to tug the fabric of your nightie lower, but it's not going anywhere. The boys can even sense how uncomfortable you feel as they all turn away from you except for Joon and Jungkook. 

Now would be the perfect time for the ground to open up and swallow you whole as Jungkook's eyes roam over your body from head to toe, no shame whatsoever, as Namjoon's eyes stay locked onto yours. 

"Of course, you're coming along. You'll finally be able to see us in work mode," he grins, flashing you his signature dimples.

Relief floods your body at the change in the subject, and you want to thank Namjoon over and over for treating you like normal. You nod at his response and offer him a small smile before voicing your sleepiness and decision to head to bed early. 

You've been in bed for over an hour when laughter pierces your ears and the bedroom creaks open. Even though it’s faint, the pitter-patter of feet moving about carefully in the darkness of the night and the opening and closing of drawers keep you from sleeping. A gasp escapes your mouth when you hear a loud thump and several curses leave Taehyung’s mouth. Quickly you roll over and turn on the lamp next to you, eyes squinting as the brightness blinds you. 

Laughter almost pours out as your vision focuses on an unsteady Taehyung holding his toe tightly as he bites his lip. 

"My fucking toe," he groans, applying pressure to the wounded area. As much as you try to stifle your laughter, it comes out regardless. The last thing you expected was to find Taehyung sitting on the floor shirtless in nothing but his shorts. The view would've probably excited you, but you can’t help but find him cute, his cheeks puffed up as he tries to relieve the pain. 

There’s a lot of movement in the room across from yours before your bedroom door swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. Standing before you is a bothered Jungkook in nothing but grey sweats hanging lowly from his hips, his toned figure on display for your eyes to take in. 

"What happened?" 

You can see the concern on his face as his brows furrow, but then relax as he sees Taehyung rubbing his foot. 

"I hit my toe," Tae replies with his big doe eyes, a pout forming on his pink lips. 

Jungkook only rolls his eyes as he quickly surveys the room, his eyes rapidly doing a once over of you, which you somehow miss. He swallows before nodding and seeing himself out, mumbling a quick "goodnight." 

Your mind replays the image of Jungkook bursting into your room so disheveled, his hair tousled messily from sleep, his lips pink, his pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, and his chiseled abs on display. Stop thinking about him like that, you scold yourself. Thoughts of him like that shouldn't occupy your brain, but as Taehyung climbs into the bed next to you, switching off the light, those thoughts of Jungkook are the only thing on your mind as you drift off to sleep. 

Do you know that strange feeling where you feel as if you're in between the state of being awake and being asleep? That's what you were feeling right now. Your mind is aware that your body is unconscious, so you can still faintly hear whispers even though you're not moving. 

"I heard it too," a voice murmurs.

 A few seconds pass, and you still hear the faint mutters before your eyes are fluttering open. You first notice a very close Jungkook and Jimin leaning over your face, causing you to let out a gasp and move back only to collide your head with Taehyung's face.

 "Ow, fuck, that hurt," he shrieks while rubbing his nose. You look between the three boys around you, clearly confused as to why they had surrounded you. 

"Um, what's going on?" The three of them exchange looks before Jimin breaks the silence.

 "What were you dreaming about?" A giant smirk plasters itself across his face as your cheeks flush at the random question, slowly recalling your dreams.

"U-uh nothing. Why?" you stutter out, not expecting the sudden interest in your dreams. 

Taehyung lets out a chuckle from behind you as he moves to lay on his back, his arms stretching out behind his head, biceps flexing at such a simple movement.

 "It didn't sound like nothing," he says, dark eyes flickering over to you with a hint of amusement in them, a small smile dancing across his lips. You shrink inward as they make you feel smaller under all of their gazes. You had been dreaming about Jungkook and the different scenarios that could happen between the two of you. It was a pleasurable dream, you'll admit that much, but then the guilt soon sets in as you remember he has a girlfriend. 

"Oh, come on, y/n. What were you dreaming about?" Jimin pushes again as he sits down next to you on the bed, his attention entirely on you as he folds his legs beneath him.  

"Or who were you dreaming about?" Jungkook asks, slightly lifting his brows as he folds his arms over his exposed chest. His biceps flex at the sudden movement as he stands there with his bed head kissing his forehead, making him look even more tempting than he did in your dream. 

You squint and sit up, suddenly feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. 

"I wasn't dreaming about anyone," you emphasize, not wanting him to put anything together. 

"I can see your cheeks heating up," Jimin says as he pinches your cheek causing you to swat his hand away. 

"Plus, I could hear you moaning in your sleep," Taehyung says casually, causing you to choke on air as you turn to him wide-eyed. 

"Don't deny it. We could hear you from our room," Jungkook says, his voice dropping even lower than before as his heated stare pierced into you.

His rough sleepy voice was driving you crazy. All you could do was stuff your face in your knees before he could see the lust swimming around in them. 

"Was it one of us?" Jimin smirks as he leans in closer, pulling your face up.

 A squeak leaves your mouth as his nose brushes the tip of your own, the intense stare of his eyes causing your stomach to flip. 

"That's a yes," Jungkook mutters as he pushes Jimin over harshly, earning a yelp from the older boy. Jungkook stares at you intensely, and you're afraid that he can see through you. 

"Who?"

It comes out low. It was low enough for you to hear it, but you would've missed it if you weren't paying attention. You're silent as you stare back into his eyes, his gaze never wavering and you can feel yourself slowly start to crumble. 

"Jungkook," Jimin says quickly, "it was him," he repeats confidently and loudly as if he had just won a prize. You watch as the look in Jungkook's eyes changes, and before you can stop yourself, you're blurting out a different name. 

"Tae. It was Taehyung," you say quickly without a second to process it. 

Taehyung's head whips around quickly, his eyes landing on yours, the shock dripping through. Jimin's stare is flickering back and forth between you and Jungkook, an unsure look in his eyes. 

One thing was certain. Everyone, including yourself, was ultimately side swept by the answer you just revealed. You were in some serious shit, and now you dragged Taehyung into it too.

Chapter 06

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Good Day || KNJ

Summary: One day, it'll be a good day, forever.

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Non-Idol AU, Slight Slow Burn, Slightly Suggestive

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mention of champagne, pregnancy and allusion to possible abortion, making out, idk if there's anything else. it's really just a lot of fluff

Notes: This fic is part of the Bangtan On Replay event hosted by @btsgoldnetwork! I had fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it! I wish I got this out a little sooner, but I'm happy on how it turned out.

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You remember the first time you met him. The bright smile he had on his face after defeating your brother in a round of Mario Kart the first time he was at your home only made you more curious. The dimples in his round cheeks deepend as he taunted your older brother, dancing around his deflated form sitting on the floor in front of the couch. You stood watching curiously at the interaction.

The moment he stood between your brother and the tv, his eyes caught your figure in the doorway. He gave you a small wave. At that, your brother turned around to see you standing there, whining out your name with a pout on his face. Even over the sound of the game playing in the background you heard him sigh.

He turned the sound down before pointing at you.

“Namjoon, this is my bratty younger sister, Y/N,” he said in a bored tone.

“Hey! I’m not bratty!”

He stuck his tongue out at you. Which you gave back. Namjoon laughed at your antics, still wearing a silly smile on his cheeks. He raised up the controller, as if he were about to toss it to you.

“Wanna join?”

You gasped. With wide, sparkling eyes, you turned to your brother. Of course you were going to ask him. You had just interrupted their play time and he didn’t seem very pleased while introducing you to the new friend.

“Can I?”

“I guess. Just don’t eat any of my snacks,” he huffed lightly. Settling back into his place with his back against the couch, he reached for the remote again to turn the volume back up. “I’m gonna warn ya right now, Joon. Y/N’s pretty good.”

Namjoon would often come over. Whether it be for your brother and his weekly hang out time, or for them to stay up all night finishing the joint project that was due that very morning.

Tonight was no different. With the upcoming winter break, there were tests and projects due very quickly. After five years of being friends and project partners you would have thought that they would have learned their lesson. But, just like before, Namjoon had come over with the guise of playing games and a sleepover with your brother. You weren’t sure if your parents had ever caught on to their procrastination, but if the tired looks and glitter-covered hands told you anything, you’re sure they knew very well.

You shared a wall with your brother’s room, and unfortunately for you, it wasn’t very thick. So when you wake up to the loud voices trying to be hush, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep that easily. So instead, you threw your covers off your body, pulled yourself up from bed, and slipped out of your room and into the one next door. Two pairs of eyes stared up at you in horror in fear that you were either one of your parents.

“What’s going on,” you yawn. “You guys woke me up.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, your brother turned to glare at his best friend.

“Namjoon won’t let me draw dragons on our poster.”

Throwing his hands in the air, Namjoon looks at you in desperation.

“They don’t even make sense with our topic!” 

“Uh, yeah they do.” Your brother crosses his arms in front of his chest. He leans in closer to Namjoon. “This is history. Dragons are in a lot of old stories.”

“Just because they’re in a lot of stories doesn’t mean that they’re relevant to what we have to present about!”

Your face scrunches at the volume that the two are bickering in. You shush them, reaching out to cover your brother’s mouth before he has a chance to shout out another argument. When he licks your hand, you pull it back and wipe it on his face before he has a chance to move away.

“Keep it down. You don’t want mom or dad to wake up do you?”

He scoffs and points his thumb towards the other boy in the room.

“You’re just lucky you don’t have to deal with his dumb logic everyday.”

“What do you mean? She has to deal with you as a brother everyday.”

Your brother pinches Namjoon’s thigh, leading them into another—this time quieter—argument. You sigh, rubbing your hand against your face before stepping back towards the door.

“I’m going back to bed. You guys are too much to deal with right now.”

You’re not sure if either of them even heard or saw you leave, but you don’t care about that right now. As you carefully shuffle back into your own room, your tired eyes meet your bed. But you can’t sleep now. You’re not sure why tonight is any different, it’s not like you’ve never been woken up by your brother in the middle of the night. Most of the time it’s because he’s up gaming, even though he shouldn’t be.

Deciding that trying to fall back asleep isn’t going to be worth your time, you pull a book off your shelf and sit on your bed. You wrap your comforter around you and snuggle in. You can still hear the faint complaints between the two boys as you begin to read, and it did distract you at first. But the longer you focused on the book, the less you noticed about your surroundings.

Your heart pounds in your chest at the light knock that eventually comes from your door. Slowly, you set the book down, glancing at the clock. It’s been almost an hour since you started reading. You get up from your bed, pulling the comforter along with you. Quietly opening the door, you are met with Namjoon fiddling with his fingers.

“Hey.”

His voice is soft. He is definitely a lot calmer than what you heard earlier.

“Hi?”

“You’re brother’s already asleep,” he mutters. “I was going to get some water when I saw that you had your light on, so I thought I’d come apologize for waking you up.”

A sheepish smile takes over his face, dimples out on display. You send him a soft smile of your own. Leaning up against your door, you let out a huff of laughter.

“Ah, yeah. It’s no big deal. He wakes me up in the middle of the night often enough that it doesn’t really bug me all the time. Plus if you remember, it’s not the first time you both have woken me up by your bickering.” You glance back into your room, towards the open book laying on your bed. “Although, tonight I can’t really fall back asleep.”

Namjoon hums, pulling your attention back to him. His face scrunches up in thought before returning the smile to his face.

“I think I remember seeing some tea in the kitchen. Want me to make you some?”

“Sure.”

It’s quiet between the two of you for a minute. You’re not sure if you should start making conversation with Namjoon, or if he’d rather sit in silence as you wait for the water to heat up. He must have seen your thoughts as if they were tattooed on your forehead, though, as he initiates a quiet conversation with you.

The two of you talk about everything between school and your social lives, and the late night thoughts that keep you both awake. There was never a dull moment as you sat in your kitchen with your brother’s best friend.

Namjoon laughs as quietly as possible after you finish telling him about your class’s shenanigans. And in that moment, you don’t think you’ve ever felt the way you did. Maybe it was the idea that your brother wasn’t around, so you didn’t have to hear his nagging about you taking his best friend away from him. Or maybe it was because you knew that you’ve felt that Namjoon was more than just your brother’s best friend for some time, and that this moment—sitting at the breakfast bar with his thigh grazing yours every so often as he twists on his chair—was much more intimate than other times you’ve shared a space together.

Picking up your mug as you shake the thoughts out of your head, you hum in satisfaction. If there was one thing you knew, Namjoon knew how to brew the tea just right.

“You know,” he speaks softly. “I thought it’d be weird to hang out with my best friend’s little sibling.”

“I don’t think it’s weird,” you mumble against your mug.

Namjoon turns to you. His eyebrow is raised in confusion as his mug is held in midair.

“What?”

You shake your head.

“Nothing.”

“Well…” he hums. He raises his mug to his lips, whispering out before taking another sip. “I think you’re cool.”

You turn away from his gaze with a shy smile. Does he know what he’s doing to your heart?

Namjoon finishes his drink before you, but waits until you're done, taking both of your mugs to the sink. He turns back to face you, gesturing to the stairs where you both make your way back up to your room as quietly as possible. You step into your room. Before you can manage to close your door, Namjoon catches your wrist to stop you. You turn your attention to him.

“Goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow?”

His head tilts as he asks the question. You nod, giving him a sweet but tired smile.

“Yeah. Goodnight, Joon.”

“Y/N?”

Your eyes widen. Sniffling quietly, you rub your face to get rid of the stray tears and runny nose.

Namjoon comes running around the corner you managed to hide yourself behind. You should have known that he would have seen you run past him in an attempt to get away from your brother.

“Yeah?”

You curse yourself. Your voice sounds so hoarse.

“Are you okay?”

Namjoon kneels in front of you, his head tilted and eyebrows furrowed in worry. You can’t make eye contact with him unless you want to start apologizing for making him so worried when he shouldn’t be. He’s your brother’s friend. Not yours.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, cause you look like you’ve been crying.”

“No I wasn’t,” you mumble.

He raises an eyebrow at you, leaning in a little closer.

“Are you sure?”

“No…”

He sighs lightly. Namjoon shifts so he sits on the gravel beside you. The warmth radiating from him is comforting, so you lean into him a little more, testing the waters before fully committing to resting your head against his shoulder. He throws an arm around your shoulders.

“You can tell me anything, yeah? I’ll listen.”

“It’s nothing really,” you sigh. “Just my stupid brother picking a fight with me infront of his so called friends.”

“Oh?”

You finally glance up at him. Even from the position you’re in, Namjoon is watching you carefully. He smiles as you catch his eyes.

“I just really look up to him, ya know? But when he goes and says the things he said, I feel like I’m nothing to him.”

Namjoon hums, tugging you closer.

“He’ll come around. I’m sure of it. I never really liked those people anyways.”

“You think so?”

“If I have anything to do with it, I know so,” he chuckles.

You push away from him as much as possible, but his hold on you keeps you close. Shaking your head, you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ll get over it at some point.”

“That’s the problem though,” Namjoon states. His voice is stern, and it sends a kaleidoscope of butterflies to your stomach. You’ve seen how protective he can get about the people he cares about. And now knowing that you are a part of that small group has you overly happy. “You shouldn’t have to get over it, that’s your brother. It would be different if it was a friend.”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

You stare into his eyes. It takes a moment for Namjoon to say anything, and for that moment, you reconsider if you ever even meant anything to him. He is your brother’s best friend. And you are just his bratty little sister.

“I consider you.. my friend. Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”

It’s almost as if something shifts between the two of you. One moment, you are surprised to hear that what you’ve been thinking about is true. The next, you find yourself leaning in a little closer. You can feel his breath hit your face. You thank your lucky stars that he doesn’t seem uncomfortable with the limited space between your faces, and lean in even closer.

“Joon? Where’d ya go?”

Namjoon groans. Curse your brother’s bad timing. Namjoon was in your brother’s sight when you passed by him earlier. Of course he’d go looking for him.

“I’ve gotta get going,” he sighs. “Your brother’s buying bowling passes for us and I promised I’d go. Not that I’d be great at it anyways. You’ve got my number though. I’m always free to talk, or do something to get stuff off your mind.”

Reluctantly, you settle back into your original position with your back against the brick wall behind you. Namjoon offers a bright smile as he stands up. He keeps his eyes trained on you until he makes it around the corner once more.

What would have happened if your brother didn’t interrupt?

Getting a text at midnight wasn't something you expected. But getting a text from Namjoon at midnight was even less expected. You thought that he'd be asleep right now, considering he has a big exam in the morning—one that will determine his future—and he likes to get a good amount of sleep before tests.

Reaching for your phone, you open up your messages. His text is vague, making you much more curious that maybe you should be.

Meet me at the park. I want to show you something.

Your eyes scan the playground when you get to the park. Namjoon is sitting on the swingset, gently swinging. Even in the dark of the night, you can see the satisfied smile resting on his face. As you make your way closer to him, he glances in your direction, seemingly hearing your footsteps. You smile and wave.

“What did you want to show me?”

Namjoon takes your hand, pulling you towards the other side of the park.

“Come with me.”

He brushes past the taller shrubbery, pushing branches out of your way. 

“We gotta be quiet.”

Stepping out into a smaller open area, your eyes widen. Hidden away from the main park area is a garden area with a small gazebo centered between the bushes and trees. Fireflies light up the space, helping you guide your way to the gazebo. Namjoon pulls you to sit beside him, watching as the fireflies dance around you. You’re speechless.

“Oh wow. Joon, this is incredible.”

You glance at him only to find him already looking at you. You give him a warm smile, which he gladly returns.

A quiet rustle in one of the trees brings your attention away from him. You watch as a pair of squirrels climb up to one of the branches before snuggling up together.

“Maybe that could be us one day,” Namjoon mumbles.

You turn to him with a slightly surprised look.

“What are you saying?”

“Y/N, I like you.”

He smiles gently. Waiting patiently for your reaction, he stares at you with a sparkle in his eye. You sit still for a moment, trying to process what he had just said. Is he lying? Is this a set up? It was too good to be true. You begin to look around your surroundings for any sign of your brother or a hidden camera.

“My brother put you up to this, didn’t he? I’m being pranked right now, right?”

He knows that you’ve liked Namjoon for a while now. It’s one of the main reasons why he hasn’t let you be around them as often when they hang out. And one of the main reasons why he would always pick a fight with you. He wasn’t very happy when he had seen the way you looked at him after he had given you a birthday present a couple years back. The gift wasn’t anything super special, just your favorite candy and a little handmade card with ‘Happy Birthday Y/N’ scrawled across the paper. But the way he had remembered what you liked and gave it to you without a reminder of it being your birthday made your heart warm. Your brother knew then and there that you saw his best friend as something other than a friend or acquaintance.

Taking your hands in his, Namjoon leans over to get your gaze back to him. 

“No. I really do like you, Y/N. I have for a long time now.”

“Oh,” you whisper. “Well, I’m glad then. Cause I have too.”

Dimples. Probably one of your favorite features of his. The smile that takes over his face lets them have their time to shine once again, and you have to refrain from poking them.

Namjoon squeezes your hands, dropping his gaze to them.

“Prom’s coming up. Would you want to go with me?”

“What about my brother?” you question.

You’re sure he’d be livid if he saw you and Namjoon together at one of the most special—at least according to many of your classmates—dances of the year. All dressed up for each other, holding you close as you sway to the questionable music on the gymnasium floor.

“He’s been saying that he won’t go cause it seems like a dumb idea to spend a crap ton of money for just one night in a sweaty room with a bunch of horny teenage couples.”

“Well, when it’s put that way…”

You cringe at the picture his words put in your head. Sweaty teens mosh pitting with several couples trying to make out while hiding from the chaperones was not the sight you wanted to see.

“So, no dance?” he pouts slightly.

“No!-- I mean, I’d love to go with you! Just as long as we stay out of the main crowds.”

Namjoon chuckles, pulling you into his arms to watch the fireflies again.

“Fine by me.”

You push him away enough to whisper against his lips.

“What if he comes back soon?”

Namjoon leans back in to give you another kiss, speaking in between each one.

“He won’t. With his girlfriend. Don’t worry.”

You sigh into the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer, your hands find their way into his hair. Namjoon smiles against your lips. His hands—which had been settled on either side of you to prop his upper body up above you—slowly make a home on your waist. He pushes your shirt up slightly to make contact with your skin. Your lower bodies are flush against each other, legs tangled as you make out on your bed.

There was nothing sensual or sexual to your actions. You both felt that it was better to take things slowly, especially when you decided to hide your relationship with Namjoon from your brother. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to know, but neither of you found the right timing to tell him the truth. He was with his own girlfriend most of the time anyways.

Your door creaks open. Namjoon quickly throws himself off of you, startled by the sudden entrance. Your brother bores his gaze into both you and Namjoon.

“I thought you were with your cousin.”

Namjoon stutters, frantically trying to compose himself after being caught in such a vulnerable position.

“I can explain.”

“No.” Your brother is seething. “Get out.”

Namjoon gets up from your bed, making his way to his best friend. He approaches him carefully, as if he is trying to tame a wild lion.

“Dude-”

“Don’t ‘dude’ me! My best friend was feelin’ up my sister!” He gestures towards you. “Who knows what you would have done if I didn’t interrupt?”

Your brows furrow. Standing up from your bed, you point at him accusingly.

“B/N, it’s not like that!” you yell.

He doesn’t say anything as he shoves Namjoon out of your room. Before he shut the door behind him, he turns back to face you.

“You should be glad that it was me and not mom or dad,” he growls out, slamming your door behind him.

You can’t believe him. You were trying to enjoy a nice home cooked meal together for your anniversary, and he drops the biggest bombshell on you.

“You told him?!”

Namjoon stares at you incredulously.

“What did you want me to do?”

“Uh, I don’t know… Maybe let me tell my own brother on my own time?”

He tosses his utensils on his plate, throwing his hands up dramatically. You watch in disbelief as he pushes himself away from the table to argue with you.

“He barely even accepted the fact that we’ve been dating for a couple years now—behind his back may I remind you—and you expect me to just not tell my best friend that my girlfriend is carrying my child?”

“That’s exactly what I expected!” Your fist hits the table, making you quietly hiss out in pain. “This wasn’t even planned, and I don’t even know if I can handle having a kid right now! I’m still going through college, Namjoon!”

“So you’re saying that this was a mistake?” he asks.

“Of course it was a mistake!”

His angry facade drops for a split second. Enough for you to see the disappointment on his face. You don’t let your guard down, too angry with him to think about what you’re truly saying. It isn’t until he stands from his chair, presses his lips together in a thin line, nods once, and makes his way towards the front door, that you realize what you said.

“Wait! Joon–”

Before you can get up from the table, he shoves his shoes on his feet and walks out the door, closing it softly behind him. You messed up.

Eyes swollen, you hold your legs against your chest. The movie playing on the tv does nothing to distract you from your racing thoughts. Were you done? Was this the final straw that breaks your five year long relationship?

It had been hours since you last saw Namjoon. Despite the anger that ran through your blood at dinner, you worried about him. He had never walked out on you like this before, and he didn’t even take his phone or keys with him. Usually after your petty arguments, Namjoon or you would step into another room to take a breather before ultimately coming back together to talk things through better. But the fact that he was outside, in the middle of the night, walking the streets of the new city you moved to, you weren’t sure if he’d come back.

Finally, another hour or two later, the door swings open. You watch as Namjoon walks quietly back into the house, possibly not to disturb you if you somehow managed to fall asleep. You sniff, catching his attention.

“I didn’t think you’d be back,” you mutter, turning off the tv.

“I live here, don’t I?”

He makes his way into the living room. He settles himself into the cushions on the other side of the couch you were on. You give him a moment to get a little more comfortable—if that was even possible with how much tension there was between the two of you—before speaking up.

“Look, about earlier–”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he interrupts. He leans his elbows against his knees, keeping his eyes trained on the carpet beneath his feet. “I get it. You’re the one carrying the baby, so you can ultimately decide what you want to do. And I should have said something to you before going to your brother.”

You shift your position to match his. Rubbing your hands against your face, you sigh.

“No. That’s not what I was going to say. I just– I’m scared, Joon,” you whisper. “We didn’t plan for this to happen and now that this is happening, that I’m growing a life as a result of us being a little reckless, I don’t know how we’ll do it. I’m still in school and you just graduated. We still have so much ahead of us. But I don’t want to lose this baby.” Glancing up from the ground, you look over to where Namjoon is sitting. His body is still in the same position, but his head is turned to face you. “I don’t want to lose you. And you telling my brother just made me realize how real our situation is. I wanted to make sure that we were going to go through with this before going to him. I don’t want him to see me as his little sister who somehow seduced his best friend into being in a relationship with her and now he can’t get out of it because there’s now an unplanned addition into the mix.”

Your eyes begin to tear up at the thought of your brother berating you for becoming pregnant without proper financial or physical protection. Who’s to say that Namjoon wouldn’t get up and leave you any chance he got?

When you look back towards Namjoon, you let the tears fall. He looks at you with so much love and understanding that it’s much too overwhelming. When he notices you crying, he doesn’t hesitate to open his arms and turn his whole body towards you.

“Come here.”

You throw yourself into his arms and he pulls you as close as physically possible. He lets you cry it out for a few moments as he caresses your hair, rocking the both of you gently.

 “You won’t lose me,” he murmurs. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to not lose the baby. I’ve got a few interviews lined up the next few weeks that will hopefully get me into my career. And then I’ll be making enough for the three of us to live comfortably. You don’t have to work if you don’t want to. And your brother,” he paused for a second. “He isn’t the stupid high school boy that he was. I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you before going to him. But do you want to know what he told me?”

You hum, moving your head to meet his gaze.

“He told me that he was glad that I am the one taking care of you. Especially when he couldn’t or didn’t while growing up. He said that it was shocking at first, just because he found out so suddenly that day, but he knew that we would eventually recognize our feelings for each other.”

You press your face into the crook of his neck. Namjoon shifts the both of you so that you lay on top of him. One hand brushes through your hair while the other caresses your waist. Your own hand finds Namjoon’s waist, pushing up his shirt to make contact with the skin of his stomach. Your thumb rubs circles against him.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You don’t have to,” Namjoon chuckles. “I can see it everyday.”

Pop!

The cork flies out the bottle, landing among the crowd. Namjoon sheepishly laughs as he gets a playful yell of his name from his cousin, where the cork landed.

Carefully he pours you a glass of champagne before filling up his own flute. You raise your glass, clinking it with his before downing the drink. The sound of the shutter from the photographer you hired can be heard amongst the chatter between guests. You’re sure that they got a good picture that you’ll search for later.

“I would like to raise a toast to the two people I love the most.” Your brother’s voice booms over the crowd, catching everyone’s attention. “My little sister and my best friend. I am so happy to see that they are still going strong after so many years. They’ve had their ups and downs, but I can see it when I look at them that no matter what happens, they will be able to figure it out. To the happy couple! And maybe you can bring me back another niece or nephew after the honeymoon!”

Laughter rings out amongst your friends and family. You glare at your brother playfully, sticking your tongue out at him. He laughs, returning the favor, before making his way back to your family’s table.

The night is filled with dancing and partying. You couldn’t have imagined a more perfect wedding for the two of you. Seeing your friends and family happily join in on the activities of the night makes your heart flutter with joy. This was the moment you’ve waited for for such a long time. Being able to marry your best friend and the love of your life was something you only dreamed about. But ever since falling in love with Namjoon, you knew that your dreams would come true one day.

As you’re talking to a couple of the guests that linger at the end of the reception, thanking them for coming, Namjoon slips his hand into yours. You glance at him, watching as he nods towards the photo backdrop you had set up for wedding pictures. Wishing your guests a good rest of the night, you follow Namjoon’s lead.

A whine has you turning to see your son in your mother’s arms. He reaches out to you and you coo at the sight.

“Seungjin, are you ready?”

His giggles fill the room as you take him from her arms and move over to the backdrop where your husband is waiting and watching you lovingly. As you step up beside him, the photographer readies their camera. Namjoon’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer. He looks into your eyes, smiling, dimples on show.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you.”

Seungjin whines in your arms and you chuckle. You look down to find his lips in a tiny pout.

“And we love you, too.”

He smiles, showing his own dimples, as you kiss his chubby cheek.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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What happens in Busan, stays in Busan

↠ Jungkook (BTS) x Reader | Smut | MarriedCoupleAU! | 18+ | 4.6k

↠ Summary: Chuseok, it’s all about getting together with family to share stories and good food. To thank ancestors, trade gifts . . . and have I mention all the amazing food yet?

But when your husband Jungkook packs up the car and drives you and your adorable infant daughter to Busan for the festivities, suddenly Chuseok is the last thing on your mind when Jungkook’s hard cock is only inches away from your warm mouth.

↠ Warnings: blow jobs, bath sex, public sex, jk likes to be called daddy, he also has a thing for pregnancy tits, finger fucking, breast fucking, age gap, mentions of surgical procedures and a birth condition.

"Oh honey look at the view, it's absolutely gorgeous!"

Peering out of the hotel's window you look down at the golden sands of Songjeong beach, the gentle waves lapping against the shore and seagulls squawking in the distance, the familiar and comforting song of the beach side. The sky is adorned in shades of yellow, orange and pink, bright bold colours reflected back on the darkening tide. A few beach goers walk along soft sands, resembling ants rather than humans from this high up.

Sliding the door open you walk onto the intimate patio area, the air smells warm and slightly salty but the closeness to the shore makes you shiver as a cool breeze blows past.

"Welcome to Busan baby." Strong affectionate arms wrap tightly around your waist as your husband Jungkook rests his chin on your shoulder. His warm breath tickles your cheek which instantly brings a smile to your face. You take a deep breath, Jungkook's muguet and rose cologne is mixed with his natural scent, slightly tinged with the unmistakable musk of sweat.

It had been a long day, travelling in your Hyundai Avante from Seoul to Busan with a 6 month old infant during Chuseok - probably not the best idea the two of you had ever had - but Jungkook had wanted to show you the sights of South Korea as you had never travelled out of it's main center - Seoul and you were whipped pretty hard for the man one year prior you had exchanged vows and rings with.

"Babababa." You both turn immediately when the angelic babbles of your daughter traveled outside.

Stepping back inside the hotel room, you slide the door shut and follow Jungkook to the lounge area. Two maroon couches face one another separated by a wooden coffee table, a large wide-screen TV sits high on the dividing room wall. Beige swirled concrete tiles sit coolly under your bare feet, while overhead an extravagant light shade drowns the room in it's yellow glow. You watch with a loving smile on your face as Jungkook bends down and unclips the straps of the car seat and then lifts your daughter Nari into his arms.

Nothing tugs at your heart strings more than seeing your husband gaze lovingly at Nari - and you didn't think it was possible for someone to love another human as much as Jungkook loves his daughter. He had cried when the nurse returned to the small curtained off triage room to announce your pregnancy test had come back positive. Jungkook tried to hide it at first, sniffing quietly, lips quivering as he smiled but once the first tear slipped he couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm going to be a Dad." He choked up, blinking back his glossy eyes, "I've always wanted to be a Dad, I'm so fucking happy."

Jungkook had bowed deeply towards you, while you may have not been Korean yourself or truly wrapped your head around all of the social expectations, you knew bowing so deeply meant total respect and honor. From that day on he had treated you like royalty and when your daughter was born she became his little Princess.

"Ooohh I think someone needs a diaper change." Jungkook spun towards you, bopping Nari up and down in his arms, a silly lopsided smirk on his face.

"Well there is her diaper bag," You pointed towards the small pile of luggage sitting near the large double bed, "Growing that chunky little baby for 9 months destroyed my bladder and I need to pee really bad. Good luck super Dad."

You quickly ran off to the small bathroom leaving Jungkook to deal with the diaper change. The tell tale sign of his toe socked feet shuffled to outside the bathroom door, a small knock followed seconds later. "But mummy, appa has been driving all day and is tired so I really want you to do it instead." You rolled your eyes at Jungkook's terrible baby impersonation, his voice high pitched and exaggerated.

You finished up and opened the door, nearly walking straight into Jungkook who still had that smirk on his face.

"Let's do it together huh? I know how much it turns you on to see me doing my fatherly duties." He wagged his eyebrow at you then turned and ambled towards the large bed.

"Ugh, you're such a gross idiot sometimes babe." You dragged yourself into the room just as Jungkook laid Nari on the soft mattress. You kneeled at the end of the bed beside Jungkook and rummaged around in the diaper bag, placing a fresh diaper, wet wipes and diaper disposal bag next to your squirmy, chubby baby.

"Thanks my love." Jungkook pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before getting to work in changing Nari. He was correct though, seeing him embrace fatherhood was incredibly sexy, he did everything with such focus and determination, wanting to be the best father he could be.

"Do you feel better now hmm? That was a big poop, how can someone so small produce something so huge? That smell was quite something though." He redid the clasps on her green frilly romper, stamped with precious daisies all over, adjusted her beige crotched socks and then pulled her against his chest, nuzzling into her head of thick black hair.

"We made a cute baby huh? When do you think we can try for another one? I want you barefoot and pregnant all the time, your tits get so fucking huge when you're pregnant." Jungkook looked up at you with his big innocent doe eyes pleading as you placed a bottle of water on the side table for him.

Nari was very loveable. She was a chubby baby, arms and legs decorated with adorable rolls and creases. Her cheeks were puffy and soft and reminded you of a strawberry and cream mochi. She had big, wide curious eyes and surprisingly faint eyebrows that sat above. Her nose sat small and flat in the center of her face, one side was slightly lopsided, a nostril bigger than the other. Below sat her small pouty mouth, the left side of her top lip pulled towards her nose, the same side that had the larger nostril. A pink scar attached the two.

During a routine ultrasound it was discovered Nari had a cleft lip. Jungkook being the amazing human being he was spent the night comforting and reassuring you, as you wrapped yourself around him tightly and cried until you passed out.

The day of the surgery was a nerve wrecking one. You both paced the corridors of the hospital, filled up on way too much disgustingly bland hospital coffee and begrudgingly cursed yourself for having given up smoking years before as the hot, rich hit of nicotine would have eased your nerves immensely. Seeing your four month old baby in the recovery area was hard, her little arms placed into splints, clear plastic tubing seemingly appearing from everywhere and her mouth swollen and bloody. But she was strong and recovered well (even with being forced to wear arm splints for three weeks)

Nari's fingers tugged on the thick hoop earrings that dangled from Jungkook's ear, he chuckled and quickly removed her hand bringing it to his mouth and nibbling gently.

"You really need to change them, she'll pull them out one day, and you know I don't do well with blood." You observed, as you plopped bellyside down on the bed, resting your head against your crossed arms.

It quickly became a game, Nari grabbing onto a hoop, then Jungkook carefully removing her surprisingly strong little grip.

"I think you may be right." He replied when Nari tug hard, both Jungkook and yourself wincing.

He bought her hand to his face and brushed her soft skin against his own. She smelled like baby oil and dried milk powder, a scent that quickly became a favourite for you both. Her little fingers touched the scar that was etched into the side of Jungkook's face as she explored her father's features. He in return gently thumbed the scar between her nose and mouth.

"We both have scars on our faces, we match." His deep voice whispered.

Your heart swelled with love witnessing the sweet moment between father and daughter. "Whenever you're ready Jungkook." You blurted out loudly.

He looked at you confused, head quickly tilting to the side.

"Baby, a baby. Yes. When you're ready let's try for another." You groaned internally at your awkwardness.

His eyes widened more than you thought was possible and he let out a humorous noise, a cross between a scoff and a chuckle. His eyes crinkled shut and his nose scrunched as his smile grew big, "Yeah?" He gawked at you, eyes glittering with excitement.

"Yeah. Just maybe not bare foot and pregnant all the time okay? Maybe. .  one or . .  two more times?" You mumbled, suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze.

"Fuck yes!! Big ol' pregnant titties, I can't wait."

With Nari tucked into her black and white polka dot pyjama set, and a belly full of puréed rice porridge and formula, Jungkook carefully placed her into the travel crib pushed against the double bed. He tucked the lightweight blanket around his daughter and kissed her lovingly on the forehead.

You sprawled out along the couch in the living space, feet dangling off the arm rest. Jungkook approached with a knowing gleam in his eyes. He was dressed in a matching dark green see through knit pyjama set, his black bangs hung over his eyes which hid the shiny silver barbell that was pierced into his eyebrow. The jelwery matched the lip piercing he had got on an impulse after drinking with his friends one debauched night.

Jungkook stood confidently in front of you and held his hand out, "Come on jagiya, let daddy make you feel good hmm?"

"Daddy?!" You smirked, swinging your legs around and allowing yourself to be pulled up and then pushed close against his body, arms wrapped loosely around his neck as his tattooed hands massaged your lower back with just the right amount of pressure to make you hum in delight.

"So I take it you have some kind of impregnation kink now or something? Daddy? I'm older than you Jungkook, I'm not calling you daddy."

His hands roamed downwards and slipped past the waist of your red and black plaid pyjama pants, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. His nose bumped into your own as he moved his thin, chapped lips against your mouth, kissing you slowly and deeply. Your hands rushed to the locks which were shorter at the back and sides of his head, fingers running firmly over the sensitive skin of his scalp.

Jungkook broke the kiss, "I bet I'll have you calling me daddy before the night is through. . Hey what?!"

You pushed against his firm, muscular chest and took a step back, cocking an eyebrow at him. He was such a idiot at times. Your sexy, hot, tattooed idiot.

"I really want to try out that tub. ." You motioned towards the patio space outside.

At one end of the enclosed patio was a small square table with matching chairs. The other was a deep rectangular bathtub, the taps and shower head were mounted onto the green and blue tiled wall above the wood enclosed porcelain tub. A tiled wall reached knee high, a dark blue tinted glass railing ran along the rest of the way, providing privacy from the streets below.

Jungkook sauntered past, flinging the sliding door open a bit too enthusiastically, as it opened with a loud donk. You followed him out and dragged a chair closer to the tub, sitting to watch as he filled the tub with warm water. Jungkook ran back inside to the bedroom and returned with a bottle of bubble bath and a heart shaped rose decorated bath bomb. Jungkook dropped the rose geranium and lemon scented bath bomb into the water and watched as it fizzed and dissolved, leaving the water a milky white shade. He then squeezed a good dollop of bubble bath underneath the steady stream of water and immediately bubbles began to form.

"Jungkook! That was supposed to be a gift for your eomma!" You laughed as a guilty smile spread across his face.

"We'll pick something else up before we head over tomorrow, don't worry about it." He brushed off your comment, choosing to focus on the rising waters instead. When he was happy with the depth of water he shut the tap off and walked back inside, switching off all the interior lights plunging the patio into complete darkness.

Jungkook returned with just his bottoms on and yanked them down when he approached the tub, throwing them carelessly to the side. His gorgeous cock was semi hard, hanging thick and long underneath a small tuff of black pubic hair. Your eyes travelled over his body, wide shoulders with strong arms, a tiny waist and thick muscular thighs. He had a set of impressive abs, the result of hours in the gym and pretty little brown nipples. Small dark moles decorated his tan skin like the twinkling stars of the milky way; under his bottom lip, one on his neck, two on his thigh, along his cheek and nose, plus a few on his arms and hands.

Jungkook slid into the bubbly water and groaned, his head dropping back against the edge of the tub, "Come in baby, the water feels great." He cupped his hands together and squirted water in your direction, water splashing against your white tank top.

"Jeeze thanks babe." You chuckled as you inspected the damage. You cautiously peered around, eyes searching for any potential witnesses to what was about to happen.

Jungkook just laughed, "No one can see us out here, I turned all the lights off. It's too dark. Now hurry up and get that beautiful ass in here, daddy wants bath cuddles."

You glared at your husband and slowly inched your way towards the sliding door, "Okay, okay no more daddy talk." Jungkook sniggered, his arms resting on the edge of the tub.

Satisfied you quickly pulled your pyjama bottoms down and climbed into the deep tub, sitting snug against Jungkook's front, your body melting into his. You both sat like that for a while, enjoying the sounds of waves crashing against the shore like a hypnotising lullaby. The heat of the warm bubbling water turning your skin a deep flushed pink. You could feel Jungkook's nose brush against your hair as he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your rosemary and mint shampoo. It was one of your husband’s many endearing quirks.

Jungkook's arms dropped into the water and his hands moved to your thighs, caressing over the wet skin. His touch moved further up your legs until he reached your pussy, rubbing gently over your core, soaking wet cotton underwear clinging against your folds. His touch never changed from the ghostly soft caress, enough to know he was touching you, but not enough to get you off. Jungkook's intention was to work you up until you were begging for his cock.

His lips sucked and nipped against your neck, the stainless steel ring in his lip cool against your hot, flushed skin. A large hand snaked underneath the white tank top that was soaking wet, practically translucent and clinging to your curvy breasts. Jungkook clasped onto your flesh, massaging the wet skin while continuing to kiss along your neck. He took your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched hard, causing you to gasp loudly into the quiet Busan night from his rough but exciting touch.

"Shhh babe you need to be quiet or someone will hear us. Can you do that for me hmm?"

"Yes, ahhh Jungkook." You quietly whimpered as he twist your swollen nipple in the way he knew you loved, not enough to hurt but to get electric sparks rolling through your body and straight to your aching core.

You let out a small whine when his hands left your body, but it wasn't for long. He tugged the bottom of your tank top up and over your breasts, freeing them into the pleasant Autumn breeze, you helped by raising your arms and allowed him to remove the top completely. Immediately both of his hands came to your breasts, pushing the mounds of flesh together.

"Fuck I'd love to see my cock in between those tits." He breathed heavy against your ear, watching the way the bubbles floated across the surface of the water every time he let go and then pushed them together again.

You turned your head to face Jungkook and brought your lips to his mouth sighing into the kiss. "I think you like my tits more than you like me." You giggled against his mouth, biting his bottom lip playfully.

"They are a pretty good I will admit, but I love you most of all." Jungkook brushed his nose against yours tenderly, his dilated pupils peeking out through the dark lashes he was blessed with. The kisses between you and Jungkook became deeper and more passionate, warm tongues meeting to tease, breath becoming hot, bodies flush against one another.

"Jungkook mmm I want your cock, please." You whined as his fingers ran up and down your folds, teasing the sensitive skin, but never entering your desperate core.

"Yeah? How do you want it baby?" He pushed in his middle finger, groaning from how tight your walls clenched around his digit.

"My tits . . an. . and my mouth. . ohhh. ." Your plea is cut off when Jungkook adds another finger and begins to fuck you a little awkwardly, the movement restricted drastically by the tight underwear his hand is stuffed into.

Jungkook pulls out slowly and you feel him move from behind you, the water in the tub sloshing around and splashing on the tiled floor as Jungkook sits on the edge of the tub, his back resting against the wall. You're aware of the sound of water dripping against the cool tile, the white noise of a muffled television from the room next door and cars driving past in the distance, but all you can focus on is the thumping of your heartbeat as you gaze up at your gorgeous husband, naked as the day he was born. Wet and glistening, cock hard and inviting.

You slide yourself between his spread legs and take his length in your hand, it's hot and heavy and you can feel a warm, tingling sensation move from your abdomen down to your clit. Jungkook sighs when you press a kiss against the head of his cock, your lips locked in a sinful pout. You begin to pump his length slowly, making sure to jiggle your tits with each stroke of your hand. While your hand continues to jerk him off, the other starts to play with his balls. Gentle touches, running back and forth over the seam.

You run your flattened tongue up the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, slowly inch by inch, flicking your muscle around the head in the way you know drives him crazy. Opening wide you push your lips down his cock until you feel a slight pressure on the back of your throat, your cue to pull back and then bob down on his length again. Jungkook places his tattooed hand on the top of your head, fingers fisting into your hair as you continue to massage his shaft with your tongue. You swallow hard around Jungkook's cock, it feels so perfect inside of your tight throat. Your face flushes at the thought.

A slight tug at your hair breaks you from your inner perverted thoughts and you try to suppress a groan when you see the sight of your husband, eyes closed, mouth parted as he pants and moans, his cheeks a bright red.

Part of the thrill of what you're doing is that you could be caught. Even though the lights are off and there is a tinted glass barrier, the minute either of you lose yourself to the pleasure and raise your voice, it would be obvious what is going on. But that's what makes it so exciting. The image of Jungkook clamping his hand over your mouth when you come to muffle your moans makes your clit throb and tingle.

Jungkook soothed a finger over your cheekbone as he slowly pulled out of your mouth, spit clinging from his tip to your lower lip. His drew his thumb along your lip and smeared the liquid all over plush flesh.

"Push your tits together." He ordered, moving closer to the edge of the tub. Raising yourself higher on your hunches, you held your breasts hard against each other. You waited, chest heaving with anticipation as Jungkook took hold of his hard length and slapped it down against the top of your flesh. Jungkook then circled your nipple with the head of his cock, precum smearing against the wet skin. He smacked your tits again, watching with eagle eyes as the flesh wobbled from the movement.

"Holy fuck jagiya." Jungkook hissed as he slid his cock between your breasts, the deep red swollen tip peaking out from the top. You lowered yourself down, exposing more of his gorgeous glistening shaft, then pushing yourself back up, fucking his cock with your tits at a steady pace.

"Do you like that . . /sigh/. . daddy?" You cringed internally at the silly pet name, but the throbbing cock trapped between your flesh let you know Jungkook had enjoyed hearing the words slip from your lips.

"Fuck, fuck. Get up babe." Jungkook quickly slid back into the bath, water once again sploshing over onto the floor.

Your knee accidentally knocked against his balls as you manoeuvred yourself into his lap, "Oh my god, I'm sorry hun." You laughed nervously, kissing softly over his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

"Jagiya if you didn't want to call me daddy you just didn't need to say it, no need for the violence." He smirked as you cupped his balls in your hands and softly massaged the delicate flesh, whispering small apologises into his ear.

After making sure you hadn't caused any damage and he was good to go you began to rock your wet slit up and down his cock as you relaxed against his chest. You always felt safe and secure around Jungkook, he may have been younger than you were but he was staunchly protective of the little family you had made together.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against Jungkook's. His lips fit perfectly against your own as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your open mouth. Jungkook's hands slid down your wet back and he gripped on tight to your waist, tugging you nearer, both desperate to be as close as possible. Reaching down between your legs, you lined Jungkook's cock to your pussy and then sunk down, groaning because of the sudden fullness.

"Shhhh, not so loud baby." His voice was low and breathless.

He took an experimental thrust, bouncing you in his lap like you weighed absolutely nothing at all. Your nails dug into skin of his shoulders as his cock dragged along your sensitive, warm walls.

"Jungkook, oh, fuck. Do that again." You whimpered against the mole on the side of his neck, breath tingling his skin, sending shivers directly to the cock throbbing inside of your core. Jungkook lowered his hips and began to thrust his cock hard and fast in and out of your pussy. He took two handfuls of your soft fleshy ass and yanked you down onto him.

"Ahhhh fuckkk Jungkook." Filthy, lewd muffled cries echoed from the balcony as he continued to fuck into you from below. The sounds of water splashing, and balls slapping against skin with every stroke.

Jungkook's eyes were locked onto your bouncing breasts, nipples hard and pink, faint white stretch marks gracing the sides. You leaned back, arms placed firmly on the bottom of the tub behind you and then moved your hips back and forth, grinding your wet pussy up and down his cock. From this position he had an even better view of your tits bouncing on every thrust of his cock.

Jungkook was truly beautiful. His lips were parted, two front teeth visible as they sat larger than the rest, water dripped down his arms, glistening the black and grey ink that was etched into his skin - a mix of tattoos; flowers, swirly patterns, a tiger, your eye, words and phrases. A patchwork of Jungkook's struggles and life experiences.

His eyes were heavy as he watched you grind and squirm on his lap, you could tell by the way he took his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down Jungkook was close to his release. A flushing warmth built up in your core and spread throughout your body, arms shaking, so close to giving out as the sight of your husband struggling to stop from coming whips you up into a frenzy. You begin to slam against his thick cock, your walls tightening around him like a vice.

Jungkook pulled you up and against his chest, his muscular arms wrapping around you as he takes over, pistoning into you as though his life depends on it. You begin to feel overwhelmingly warm, the pleasure between your legs becoming close to unbearable.

"Jungko-- oh my god, oh, oohh." His lips smash against yours, interrupting your stream of needy whimpers.

Matching his pace with your lips, you began to slowly rock against him, your orgasm sweeping over your body. Your tight walls pulsed around Jungkook's cock, a silent cry escaping your throat. With a few more sloppy thrusts Jungkook reaches his own release and he slumped against the back of the bath dragging with along with him, laying you against his chest, holding you close as your breathing evens out. The two of you remain like that until the water becomes unbearably cold and you both sneak inside the hotel room as quiet as possible to not wake up your sleeping daughter.

Jungkook jumps into the shower first, leaving you to wrap yourself up in the hotel robe and check on Nari, readjusting the blanket to keep her warm and secure. When your husband strolls past, white hotel room towel hung low on his hips, hair damp and water dripping down his chiselled chest you quickly turn and run to the bathroom, not wanting to get turned on again. You both should get a decent nights sleep - it's Chuseok tomorrow and you're meeting his extended family for the first time in over a year.

Stepping into the shower you notice the hotel shampoo, conditioner and soap has disappeared from the shelf. Huffing you step out of the soothing hot stream of water and open Jungkook's toiletries bag sitting on the floor. Jungkook always had a habit of packing the things you would tend forget about.

A loud laugh booms out of your chest. Inside the bag are all the hotel toiletries, including a shower cap and the spare toilet roll.

Later that night as you and Jungkook snuggle in under the heavy duvet, his head squished against your breasts and arm tight around your waist you break the silence.

”Hey babe, I noticed the toiletries in the bathroom were missing by the way, you wouldn't have something to do with it by any chance?"

Jungkook tilts his head up to you and gives his precious bunny smile in response. "No idea what you're talking about."

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[kingsuckjin]

Golden- JJK

💛 Pairing: (almost entirely)Jungkook x reader, (basically none)Seokjin x reader

💛 Rating: 18+

💛 Genre: friends to lovers but like fluffy but also like very sad.

💛 Summary: After see your boyfriend Jin cheating on you at a bar and realizing your shared friends have been working together to hide it from you, you storm off into the parking lot to cry. Jungkook sees you out there and tells you the truth about everything, or what he wants you to believe is the truth.

💛 Words: almost 16k

💛 Warnings: CHEATING!!! “only one-bed” cliché but I love it, drinking, oral sex(m&f), protected sex and unprotected sex, dirty talk, overestimation, vaginal fingering, love kink?, too much smut, uhhh Jungkook is a bit of a stalker.

💛 Note: listen, I just wanted an excuse to write a gratuitous amount of Jungkook fluff and smut and I also love hurting. I thought I should throw in, these two characters are not actually in love, there are reasons it moves so fast, but it's not love.

❤ also a very big thank you to @btsaudge​ who beta read this whole thing for me, she’s not only a god tier beta reader but a god tier writer too ❤

“Where are you?” Jin was supposed to be home an hour ago. He had been doing this off and on for the past few months. You’d be lying if you hadn't wondered if things were beginning to fall apart later. You knew Jin would never do anything he wasn’t supposed to, especially not with the other guys there. You knew he was probably just having fun and part of you felt awful for wanting to keep tabs on him, you didn’t want to ruin his time by pestering him the whole time.

You paced as you waited for a reply but none came.

“Is Jin okay?” You sent to Namjoon now and he replied pretty quickly.

“Yeah, I’ve got an eye on him. We’re just over here at Gold’s bar telling old stories.” 

“Thank you.” You replied. You knew Jin could be a handful after having too many drinks but entrusted them with him.

You tried to sit back down and open your laptop up only to just blankly gaze at the screen. You were bored. Writer's block had hit you hard and you just didn’t feel like writing right now. You missed Jin tonight. You thought about the trip you had saved up for with the money from your last book. Sleepless hours were poured into making that book special all because you and Jin had shared a dream of vacationing in Hawaii together. All of your money went to it, every cent besides the shared rent, you wanted to surprise him and you just couldn’t find the right time to do it. He was a lawyer, not the best yet, so he had many sleepless hours too. You both deserved this trip.

You wondered for a moment if you dressed up and showed up if it would make him happy, especially if you finally told him about the trip tonight. You figured if you waited until he got home he would just pass right out and you wouldn’t get the chance. Again, you didn’t want to bother him with his friends, but then again he had spent many nights with them drinking and you were sure there were more to come, one night of you showing up couldn’t hurt.

You closed your laptop and went to your closet to find the black dress he loved so much on you, you only got it out for special occasions, and one of these days you planned on wearing it when he proposed. You knew him proposing was coming, he had been talking about it here and there lately “After we’re married…” or “when I make you my wife…” this was how life was supposed to go and you thought you couldn’t have picked a more relaxed person to share life with and you did your best to match his laid back attitude.

You got an Uber to Gold’s bar, it wasn’t a long ride, just long enough to make you further worry about ruining his time tonight. 

The first person you saw was Taehyung sitting at the bar with a pretty lady, obviously flirting like the ladies man he was. 

You tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned he seemed surprised to see you for a moment.

“Where’s Jin?” You asked over the music that was playing slightly too loud and it just wasn’t your taste in music anyway.

“I saw him over there.” He pointed to a corner of the building, and you saw him alright. You saw past the people and even passed the girl pressed into him, both leaned on the wall. 

“What are you doing here?” Came another voice.

You looked away from the scene and at Yoongi. Your eyes felt wide and your mouth fluttered open and closed. You didn’t know what to say or to think, or what was happening. Were you tired? Were you seeing things? Had your sweet and kind boyfriend just been making out with another woman with all of his and your friends here to witness it? You were confused? Did they all know something you didn’t?

You turned back around, afraid you would see the scene again, but you didn’t. There was no one against the wall. The place was dim, maybe you had just thought it was Jin.

“Want a drink?” Yoongi offered.

All you could do was just nod. 

Your eyes kept scanning the faces of people to find Jin, you were so lost and set on finding him that you were surprised to see the shot in front of your face Yoongi had gotten for you. You took it, you had no idea what it was even as it burned your throat.

“Looking for Jin huh?” Yoongi asked and sat down at one of the stools at the bar before patting the seat next to him.

“Well he’ll find us, I think he’s around here with Namjoon somewhere, might’ve gone to throw up.” 

“Yeah.” You replied but still felt nervous. Another shot was brought to both you and Yoongi.

“Was-was he pretty drunk when you saw him last?” You asked.

“He always gets pretty plastered, you know that.” 

“Sweetie!!!!” It was his voice.

You turned in the stool to see a smiling Jin coming in your direction, arms stretched wide. “What are you doing here?” He seemed happy and pretty drunk and he leaned over, wrapped his arms around you, and placed his cheek on your head. 

You felt relieved he wasn’t upset you were there.

“I’ve missed you all night.” He kissed the top of your head.

“God, you’re loud when you’re drunk,” Yoongi muttered to him.

When he released your smile that had grown from his embrace and hug faltered.

There was red lipstick on his neck.

“Jin what happened?” You asked, your hands had become sweaty as the scene you had witnessed earlier flashed through your mind.

“What do you mean?” He still wore a big smile.

“Jin, you have lipstick-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence. You turned to Yoongi just to make sure you weren’t going crazy and he had turned back away to face the bar.

You could feel your pulse thud hard as your brain further tried to rationalize it but to no avail. He must’ve caught on because he wiped at the place on his neck where your gaze was fixed. Your eyes flickered back to his nervous-looking brown eyes that were always so full of joy and laughter, the ones that always felt like home to you. Everything about this situation felt so wrong like a nightmare, you felt sick. This couldn’t be your Jin, it wasn’t your Jin, it was some strange cold stranger pretending to be him, but the more you looked at him the more you realized you were wrong. You felt tears well in your eyes and knew your strong front was beginning to dissolve and break apart like paper in water. 

That was it.

You took off for the door, you looked back and saw Jin trying to stumble after you, but Taehyung had stopped him.

You were left in tears in the parking lot, you felt your phone go off in your hand but your brain was in too much of an anger and hurt haze to care. You were looking for a place to break down, anywhere, but you sure as hell weren’t planning on going back in there. Your whole relationship with Jin was flashing through your mind and it felt like your heart had been burned, burned with the image of him and someone else the way her lipstick has been burned onto his neck.

You began to sob as you walked around parked cars. You were caring less and less who saw you break down. You felt so alone and exposed especially when a man sitting on the hood of his car began to stare.

“Y/n?” The voice questioned. Through your tear-blurred vision, you could see the screen of his phone light up his shocked-looking face.

Jungkook.

“How’d you get here so fast? I just-“ he stood from his seat on his car hood.

“Seokjin cheated on me.” You sobbed in the ugliest crying voice you had ever heard come from yourself.

Your fists grabbed the material of his jacket and you hurried your face in its collar.

His hands went to the middle of your back and hugged you silently for a moment. It just felt so good to have someone comfort you when everyone else seemed not to care or ignore you altogether. Even if it was awkward Jungkook.

You recalled the time where he once showed up at your University and just wanted to hang out for seemingly no reason. The whole two hours he was with you, he stayed silent. You thought he had wanted to visit you because you were friends but it left you wondering if he was ju9st trying to kill time or something. You also remember Jin not being too happy about it when you told him, maybe Jin wasn't too understanding back then.

“He was kissing someone else and I-I-“ you trailed off into a series of gaspy hiccups.

“I know.” He sighed.

“What?” You took a step back but still didn’t release him.

“Your phone. Check your phone.” He instructed.

You unlocked it to see a lengthy text from him. It was hard to read it and stay focused, you were shivering out of school or the chill in the air from this dress. You skimmed it but you shook worse the more you stood there. Attached were two pictures of Jin and the woman kissing in the same way and position that you had seen them.

You looked up at Jungkook with tears streaming down your cheeks, your lip quivered, your body shivered and he looked down at you with sorrow knitted into his furrowed brows.

“I’m sorry. They had always told me not to say anything, that it wasn’t my business, that I’d make you both unhappy if I-“ 

Your teeth were still chattering as you looked up at him.

He took his coat off silently before draping it around your shoulders. You fed your arms through the armholes that were way too big on you.

“Come on, let’s get you… let’s get you warm.” He went around to the passenger’s side and opened his car door. You didn’t resist, at least you could break down somewhere private.

You held your head in your hands as you sobbed over the sound of the engine and heat warming the car. He sat there quietly, not saying anything at all, but you didn’t blame him for it, he had always been awkward with people, especially you, but at least he seemed to care more than anyone else tonight.

You cried until only your hiccups remained. Your head rested against the headrest as you looked out the windshield at the night sky, it was starless.

“You- you uh wouldn’t want to go home would you.” It was a statement, he knew you wouldn’t. “Is there- somewhere I can take you? You could come with me… if you want.” 

“I don’t know, I don’t know if I want to be anywhere, but I can’t go home.” You stated knowing you weren’t making complete sense.

“We don’t have to go to my house just yet, we can do anything you want… but I do understand if you want to be somewhere where you can just be sad.”

“I don’t want to be sad.” You sniffled once more and wiped at your face “I don’t want to be anywhere sad. I wanted to have fun…”

“I know somewhere we can have fun.” 

Before you could answer he was pulling out of the parking lot.

It was quiet for a while as you just looked out the window.

“I know what it’s like you know.”

You turned to look at his face as he drove, lights every so often passing over his face.

“You’ve been cheated on too.” It wasn’t a question so much as a sad statement that came from your mouth. 

“That’s what made me want you to know so badly. It tore my heart out and sometimes I wish …I never would’ve found out, it hurt. I know it hurts.”

“I’m so sorry Jungkook.” You whispered. Sometimes he was weird, but you knew he had always had a good heart. 

“Sometimes things like that just happen, it doesn’t make it hurt less, but it does help to know you’re not alone… that and getting shit-faced.” He joked making you let out an amused puff of breath as you felt yourself smile just a little.

“Are we going somewhere with alcohol?” You asked.

“Of course. It’s on the house tonight.”

“You’re a good one Jungkook.” You replied.

You looked up at the big neon bowling ball and pins at the top of the building as you sat in the parked car.

“Bowling?” You asked and looked down at your dress. He was such a weird person.

“Just trust me.” 

So you did trust him, after all, it was better than being at home alone or worse, at home with Jin.

When you walked into the bowling alley it was dark, but there were laser lights and strobes and glowing lights and music played loudly but not as near as deafening as it did at the bar. It seemed like you were the only two here, besides one older guy playing alone at the very end lane.

You took a seat at a table at the opposite end and simply just waited, but the more you were alone with your thoughts the more what happened played through your mind. 

How long had Jin been cheating on you? Had he knowingly been cheating on you while talking about you being his wife someday?

You felt tears sting your eyes again, it was harder to hold them back this time.

Jungkook came back with an entire pitcher of beer and a plastic cup he sat on the table before he looked at you.

You tried to shield your crying eyes. You felt stupid crying at a bowling alley you weren’t even bowling at.

You heard the sounds of him pouring beer into the cup and you heard the cup scoot across the table.

You put your hand down, picked up the cup, and downed it.

“I know it’s hard not to think about, and I know it hurts. You shouldn’t be so embarrassed about crying.” Somehow he was able to read you “we’re pretty much the only ones here.” 

“I know, it just feels so strange crying in such an open place. I’m glad I’m here though.” 

He looked to be thinking about your words for a moment before ducking down in the seat and disappearing under the table.

“Come here,” he asked from under the table as you poured more beer in the plastic cup.

You followed him down under the table miraculously without spilling your drink.

He gave you the biggest, sweetest toothy smile and you couldn’t help but return it. You felt like a child playing hide and seek. 

He began to sing along to September by Earth Wind and Fire that played throughout the bowling alley, even physically reenacting the words just to make you laugh. Behind him, past the table were the prettiest lights. You felt so comfortable, warm, and safe in his yellow jacket.

“Are you okay?” He asked with slight concern.

“Yeah.” You snapped out of it and took another drink of your drink before offering him some.

“No, I have to drive. I got it for you, it’s all yours.” He declined.

“Thank you, for all of this.” You told him “it has made me feel better, I owe you so much.” 

“Don’t mention it.” He shrugged and you couldn’t help but notice just how sturdy his shoulders looked, and his thick tattooed upper arms.

His eyes were just as big and sparkling as when you had met him in high school. You tried to think back on the exact point you met him but you couldn’t remember.

“Jungkook, when did we meet, do you remember?” You asked him curiously.

“Mhm. I remember.” He gave you a nod. “We were all at Seokjin’s and we were setting up monopoly but had to wait because he was waiting on someone else. When you walked in the door I…”

“You just stared at me the whole time, I felt so unwelcome.” You laughed as you remembered.

You looked over at him to see him looking down and playing with one of the chunky rings on his fingers with a shy smile, his shaggy dark waves threatening to obstruct your view of his sheepishness. He was no longer that quiet and shy bowl-cut boy, well, in a sense was, but not to you anymore. He had tattoos all over him and long hair, his ears had a few rings in each. You wondered how someone so sweet could look like that. He was a paradox all on his own and you simply just never understood it, maybe that’s why you had felt like he was a little weird.

“The funny thing was, I had never seen you at school before that, but I saw you everywhere after.”

“I remember the same thing happening.” You replied as your mind went to seeing him in the halls and recalling the little waves he would give you. It made you smile recalling him then and looking at him now.

“You’ve always been so good, Kook.”

His reply was a shy scoffing noise before thanking you.

You noticed the cup you held was empty and looked down at it.

“Want me to get you more up top?” He pointed up and you nodded. He took your cup and told you to stay put as if you might be planning on crawling away. You felt safe here under this table with him, it was like your feelings couldn’t find you as long as you hid under here with him.

He bumped his head on the way back down making you burst out into laughter.

“You think that’s funny you sadist?” He joked as he smiled big and you continued to laugh at him “is that what it takes to make you laugh?” He teased as he handed you your refilled drink. “You know what would be hilarious? Me walking out here and getting hit by a car. You would be in tears with laughter.”

You still laughed but shook your head.

“You know what I think?” He lifted a brow at you “I think you’re drunk.” He accused you.

“No, definitely not. No way.” You denied but both of you knew it was a joke. Everything seemed to lag just a bit and you felt so silly. Your confidence was through the roof and every time you looked at him your heart raced. 

“I think you’re drunk.” You accused him back.

“Me? How? I haven’t drank anything all night.” His warm smile never ended and you swore he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“I think you’re so drunk that you think I’m drunk.” 

“No no.” You continued with your play fight. “If I was drunk could I do this?” You simply just took another drink of beer.

“Yes?” He chuckled. His laugh alone was enough to make your stomach feel like it was jumping into your throat.

You don’t know what got into you, you don’t know why you did it, but you reached forward and placed your hand on his knee.

There was silence for a moment as he looked down at it. He picked it up and he didn’t quite hold it but took it in a weird handshake way and let your conjoined hands be somewhere in the space between you.

He looked at you and smiled.

“I’m cutting you off. No more drinks for you.” You couldn’t tell if he was joking, or he was hinting for you to stop, your drunk brain had no idea. Instead of trying to figure out if he was rejecting you, you turned his hand over in yours and looked at his hand tattoos and rings, running your hand over each one. You had once heard his tattoos were for his family, but you didn’t know. You let go of his hand and held his arm as you examined those too, some had words you’re drunk brain couldn’t comprehend the meaning of.

“What’s after this?” He asked as he let you look over his skin.

You thought about it.

“I don’t want to go home.” You knew that much. “And I have no friends except…” actually you didn’t have friends anymore.

“My house it is then.” 

“I don’t have to if- I wouldn’t want to…”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind. I just want to know you’re safe and not in pain… unless you’d feel too uncomfortable.”

“I trust you.” You locked eyes with him. It was the truth, Jungkook had never hurt anyone ever that you can recall. He hadn’t even been mad at any of the others, even when he should’ve been sometimes. If you were bothering him he never would’ve said it, and knowing that made you feel worse, it made you feel like you were.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been to my house, but I have to warn you, it isn’t the best, I’m just a currently jobless IT guy. Kinda lost my job last week.”

“I’m so sorry Kook. I don’t mind, at least it’s not with Jin.” You finished off what was in your cup, he hadn’t been too serious about cutting you off the drinks.

“I’ll be back.” He let you know before crawling out from under the table.

You went to get out from under the table and the moment you stood all the drinks hit you, you held onto the table for stability as you sat back down at your seat. The pitcher of beer was gone so you had either finished it or he had taken it. Your brain was no longer thinking about Jin thankfully, but unfortunately, it was stuck on Jungkook and the way he looked at you and how his hand had felt in yours. Your breath felt shaky about going home with him, not because you were unsure, but because to you that had to mean something. You tried to separate yourself from your drunk mind and realized you didn’t want to push his boundaries when he was being so kind. You were drunk and he wasn’t and you knew he had morals that you just didn’t right now. You shouldn’t hit on him again, but then again he let you hold his hand, didn’t he? Did he? Would you even call that hand-holding? He hadn’t pulled away but that didn’t mean he wasn’t trying to be nice and that didn’t mean he was uncomfortable. You felt bad about doing it, but the drunk and hurt part of you wanted something, some kind of closeness with anyone so the hurt could be replaced just for now. It was all wrong of you.

Your brain spun as you looked off into nothing at all of the dancing colorful lights of the bowling alley. Maybe Jungkook wanted to take advantage of you, maybe he saw this as an opportunity, and as wrong as that sounded you would’ve been okay with that. Your mind stuck to that idea like a fly stuck in honey.

“Ready?” He asked as he held out his hand for you to help you out of the seat.

You stumbled a bit as you took your first few steps but he grabbed you around the waist.

“Careful.” He said so gently and so patiently but it did nothing to ease your turbulent thoughts and feelings. As he held your body like this, it made you want to hold him back, but you fought the urge. He was just helping you get to the car so you didn’t fall flat on your ass.

He buckled you in murmuring a quiet apology for seemingly no reason.

His car smelled of him. It was funny how you never noticed before he had his own scent, it was a bit like cinnamon or some kind of spice and fresh laundry. It hung all around you, on his coat, the fabric of his car, and even on your hands from touching his. 

You looked at him as he drove, the whole time, and if he noticed he hadn’t said a word about it. You felt fully wrapped in him and yet you ached for more, more than just this casual friendliness.

“Do you promise to tell me if I bother you… in any way at all.” Your mouth blurted out.

“I promise.” You watched him smile at your odd request. “You never have bothered me yet.”

The reassurance was what you needed for your mind to feel content for now.

The silence was comforting after all the music and crying and drinking and all the things you had seen tonight. You almost fell asleep, almost.

The keys jingling and a car door closing woke you up. You looked around to see apartment buildings just as Jungkook opened your side car door. You unbuckled yourself.

“Do you need me to carry-“ 

You got to your feet on your own but grabbed for his arm.

“Wait.” He announced before getting to his knees in the parking lot.

He took your leg in his hand and took off one of your heels before taking the other off. He then put an arm under your leg and one on your back before you were horizontal in his arms.

“There are steps up here. I didn’t want you falling in those shoes.” He commented as he carried you and your shoes. You wrapped your arms around his neck so he might have an easier time.

“Would you laugh if I fell down the stairs?” 

“Only for a second.” He teased

“You sadist.” You snorted.

The way his body and muscles felt against you as he packed you up the stairs to his apartment door made you more lightheaded than all the alcohol you had tonight.

He put you down to unlock his door but his hands went back into you to help you walk through it.

He flipped on the lights to reveal his apartment.

His living room area consisted of a mattress on the floor with dark blue sheets and a blanket, it faced a big TV on a stand with game systems and even a computer tower.

The headboard of his bed was the bar that separated the tiny kitchen from the living area.

To the far side were two doors, you assumed one was a bathroom and another door that looked like it slid open could be a closet.

“Quaint, right?” He asked.

“It’s very you.” You said as you breathed the scent of him hanging all around you.

“I was thinking you could have the bed and I could sleep on the floor.” He commented.

“Haven’t you been sleeping on the floor anyway?” You joked. “It’s a big bed, but it also could be a couch. So I could have the couch and you could have the bed. I don’t see any other way around this.”

“You’re okay with us both sharing…?” He asked as if you hadn’t already been thinking about it before you found out the only place to sit or lay in here was his bed.

“Do you mind?” You asked.

“Uh uh.” He shook his head and took off across the room. You wobbled on over to his bed and had a seat. You watched as he slid the closet door open.

He threw a pair of pajama pants and a white t-shirt behind him onto the bed before pulling out more clothes he kept in his arms.

“The bathroom is-“ 

You cut him off by pointing to the only other room in the apartment. You picked up the clothes and he asked if you needed help getting in there but you shook your head.

You had to hold onto the sink as you dressed in the foreign fabric of his clothing, but even though it felt odd, you still felt comfortable. You did your best to drunkenly wash your face before coming back out. The room was dim, and the Netflix home page was the only light. He was in the tiny open kitchen half of the room in grey sweatpants and a black shirt setting a glass of water onto the island.

“Drink.” He pointed and you did as he asked but could only stomach half the glass. You were sure to thank him for his kind gift of water before you went over to his bed on the floor and got in.

“Here.” He placed a remote on your torso before crawling into the bed himself.

But you didn’t want to watch anything at all. Being next to him was enough entertainment for you.

You looked over at him, hands comfortably resting behind his head, waiting for you to pick something. 

You passed the remote back to him by placing it on his stomach and found his open side too inviting for you not to want with all of your heart.

You rolled onto your side and scooted closer and closer until you put your head on the place between his armpit and shoulder. He didn’t stop you from laying on his chest. He turned the tv off making the room go dark before he let his arm fall around you and cradle you.

You laid in silence a moment.

“Tomorrow is going to be better.” He whispered but you were already drifting from the closeness and peace you felt for now. You took a deep breath in and held his scent in your nose for a moment so it would permanently brand into your brain.

“You smell so good.” You muttered already half asleep.

You heard yet another amused scoff come from him and felt the little laugh on his chest under your head.

“Go to bed.” He joked.

And you did, as you listened to his rhythmic heartbeat, beat after steady beat, unfailing and never letting you down. There was always another right after the last.

The quiet click of a door woke you. You could see sunlight flooding through your closed eyelids, you could feel the warmth in the bed and on your skin. As you laid there you could hear other little sounds, straining to be quiet but failing.

Your eyes opened and you were disoriented for a moment.

You sat up but realized the noises were coming from behind.

“Jungkook?” You sleepily let out as you winced at the bright light coming through the sheer curtains from behind the tv.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.” You heard his apologetic voice. 

“No, it was just time to get up.” You grunted as you gave a stretch hard enough your bones cracked.

“Want some cereal?” 

You both casually sat in the bed eating. He had given you a massive bowl of cereal you felt obligated to finish. He was fully dressed while you sat there still in his pajamas.

“You want to stay again today?” He asked bluntly as his eyes focused on whatever anime he had turned on.

“I couldn’t Jungkook, you’ve been so kind and I just-“

“I don’t mind.” He shrugged and crunched up another bite.

“Why?” You decided to ask but he shrugged again.

“Having someone here is kind of fun. It’s like a sleepover I guess.” 

He was so childish in the oddest ways, it was kind of charming. You began to remember all of your thoughts from last night and thanked yourself for not trying too hard to make him uncomfortable. He pushed back his hair with his hands before taking another bite of the colorful cereal. He had the heart and empathy of an angel, even with the tattoos on his hands that he ate his kids’ cereal with.

“Then what are we doing today Kook?” You asked.

“You need clothes. Also, do you know how to skateboard?”

You felt those two things in the same breath were a bit odd but that was just him.

Before long, you found yourself in a cheap store grabbing whatever would fit you and you could wear in public and not feel too bad about it.

“Why’d you ask if I could skateboard?” You asked as he pulled out of the store parking lot. You had already gotten dressed in the bathroom and were ready for whatever weird thing he wanted to do.

“Do you?” 

“No.” You shook your head.

“Wanna learn?”

“Sure.” 

“I’m going to teach you how Yoongi taught me when I was sixteen.”

“How did he teach you?” 

“He taught me not to be scared.” Was his only reply, and you accepted it. You liked the element of surprise he added to everyday life, you liked how he didn’t take a lot too seriously. You admired that. Your life with Jin had always been work amongst jokes now and then but it hadn’t felt fun, even when you were both young. You felt like you could probably learn a lot from Jungkook.

“Let’s get some food first. It’s almost dinner time, are you hungry? You kept a while and all you’ve eaten today was cereal.” 

You paid for lunch. You got some fries you picked at between watching the wind blow through his hair as you ate outside at a little burger place. He stuffed his mouth full with every bite. A mess of tomatoes and condiments would drop from the burger and onto the wrapper in his lap.

“What’s something you’ve always wanted to do?” You asked him.

“Hmmm.” He thought with a mouthful. “Maybe live in a better house.” 

“That’s it?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the simplicity of what he desired.

“Yeah.” He smiled and wiped his mouth. “You?” 

“I wanted to live or at least visit somewhere warm. I was supposed to go on a trip to Hawaii with Jin, it was a surprise… I wanted to live there one day but he has to work here.” you felt yourself falling back into the heartbreak.

“You don’t need him to go to Hawaii. You could move there now if you wanted and no one could hold you back.” 

“Yeah.” You agreed but it sounded sad.

“You afraid of being alone?” He asked a question that hit you too hard. 

All of your adult life and even your teenage years all you knew was Seokjin, you had always had someone there, your parents or Jin, you had never really had to be alone or think of a future with only yourself until now.

“No.” You lied. There was a strange quiet.

“I’m sorry if that-“

“You should come with me to Hawaii.” You blurted out fully interrupting him.

“Do you want that?” He questioned as if you hadn’t thought it through, and you hadn’t but that didn’t mean you didn’t mean it.

“Yes. Do you?” You were so afraid of him saying no and you didn’t quite know why.

“It’s not like I don’t have anything I can just put on hold for… however long. It’ll be fun. I’d like that.” 

The conversation felt like something more to you somehow, like some secret agreement was just made.

“We should do this before it gets dark.” He commented “ready?” 

Your fries were cold and you had been just waiting on him to finish eating.

You took at the top of the street on a hill with him after walking a block from where he had parked and dragged a skateboard out of the backseat.

“This is where Yoongi taught me to skateboard, he pushed me down here.” He pointed to the steep road that luckily wasn’t too busy.

“And you’re going to push me down it? I’d kill you.” You crossed your arms disapprovingly.

“No, see, you’re going to push yourself down it. If you sit on the skateboard it will be easier and you probably won’t fall, it will be fun.”

“Your idea of fun gets crazier and crazier.” You pointed out.

“Sit, I’ll stay behind you.” 

“No, because it’s going to pick up speed faster than you can run as I’m going down the hill.” Your brain had already torn the scenario apart and your chances of getting hurt were probably around one hundred percent. Even though you knew that you sat down on the skateboard.

“Okay, now just look down, get a feel for it, take it in.” He instructed as you looked down at the steeply sloping road below.

“Jungkook this is dangerous.” You commented.

He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around you in kind of a hug.

“You’re okay, nothing bad is going to happen to you, alright? I’m right here.” He whispered and you nodded. “Close your eyes, keep them closed.” 

You did as he asked you could feel him wheeling you closer and closer. Put your feet down to stop you from going just yet. I’m going to let go, you’re going to count to ten and without opening your eyes, you’re going to push yourself. Stay as still as you can even if you’re scared. Only open them when I have you.”

Your breath shook, but you gave him confirmation.

“Count.” He said as he released you.

You slowly counted, the nerves in your stomach growing the higher each number got. You gripped the bottom of the board with both hands and when you got to ten you used your legs to push off before tucking them back onto the board.

You let out a scream as you felt the speed at which you were falling, you could feel tears in your squeezed closed eyes.

He caught you by the arm. It was all over before it had even started.

You were breathing heavily and clung to his jacket.

“You’re safe, you’re okay.” He assured you and helped you to your feet.

You were at the bottom of the hill and your heart was racing with your eyes still watering. 

“Are you crying?” He grinned.

“JUNGKOOK I COULD’VE DIED!” You slapped at his arm but he dodged it only making him laugh more at your annoyance.

“Look! You did that by yourself!” He commented with proudness.

“I could’ve died.” You repeated.

“But you didn’t.” He still wore a grin.

The sunset filtering through his dark hair, his laughter, and him trying to escape you chasing him by walking backward felt oddly beautiful. His skin looked a shade of golden like this.

You pulled on his jacket to pull him in, you thought about kissing him, everything in you told you to preserve this moment. Would he let you? Would he let you at least hold his hand again?  but instead, you wrapped your arms around him.

“Today is better, thank you.” You squeezed him. Your arms stayed around him for as long as his stay on your back. It was a while that you both just stood there hugging in the street like dumbasses.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked as he released you “you’ve put up with me all day so it’s your turn to pick.”

“Honestly,” you both began the trek back to his car. “I just want another drink.”

“Understandable. Let’s stay home and drink tonight, it will be easier.” He suggested.

“I would rather.” You agreed you interlocked your arm in his as you walked, and again he let you. You wondered for a moment why he was letting you be this close to him and touch him so much, but he never initiated it. You decided thinking about any of that was not for the best and you let it go.

You stopped at a liquor store and got more vodka and snacks than either of you would ever need for one night.

Before you started drinking you both took a turn having a shower and he started some laundry. Everything was so casual with the both of you, eating chips on the bed while he beat your ass at a fighting game three times in a row, he did let you win three times after that to make up for it. The loser had to take a shot and now you each had three.

“Last one. You’re going to win and I’m going to switch games.” You announced as you picked your character. 

“You don’t know if I’m going to win.” You could hear the smile in his voice. You knew it was either he won or he let you win, and he let you win yet again.

“Don’t be such a hero.” You laughed as he had to gulp down the fourth drink of vodka. His nose wrinkled at the taste.

“Let’s just play something both of us have an equal shot at winning. Since you’re good at video games it can’t be that.” You decided. You thought about what you could do that didn’t require much skill if any. You scooted closer to him on the mattress on the floor so you could face him, knee to knee.

“Got it. Hold up five fingers.” You told him and did the same.

“I know this game.” He said holding up five tattooed fingers.

“Good, loser takes three shots.” You made up the rules and he nodded in agreement. You scooted in closer and he faced you. You were going into dangerous territory with this and you knew it, but let it go under the guise of: this is just for fun.

“Put a finger down if you’ve ever gotten black out drunk.” You said and he put a finger down and you didn’t.

“Put a finger down if you’ve thrown up in public.” He said and neither of you put a finger down.

“Put a finger down if you’ve ever… eaten something off of someone’s body.” You watched as his finger stayed up but you put yours down.

“Are you trying to lose?” He laughed

“We’re even.” You pointed out.

“Not for long. Put a finger down if you’ve ever had public sex.”

You put a finger down.

“Put a finger down if… you’ve ever… let someone win in a game.” You laughed as you brought up earlier and he put a finger down.

“Put a finger down if… you’re y/n.” He grinned.

“You know what? Just give me the damn three shots, I forfeit.” You sighed knowing that it was time to play dirty in every sense of the word.

“I’ll take three with you.” He decided. Of course he would, he was the kindest man ever. You could’ve already guessed he would say that before he even did.

You took them together and only let yourself grimace after the last one.

“Again, I’ll start this time.” He announced, screwing the cap on the vodka. You could hear him slur his speech just a little.

You both held up five fingers once again.

“Put down a finger if you’ve ever had a pregnancy scare.”

Neither of you put down a finger, but the questions were beginning to get a bit more heavy. He seemed to have the same idea as you.

“You’ve ever had someone cum inside of you or came inside of someone without a condom.” You were stepping up your questions now but neither of you were putting fingers down.

“If anyone has ever gone down on you for more than thirty minutes.” He asked but again you both still had five fingers. “Wow, that really sucks for us.” He muttered.

“If you’ve ever had a thing for someone in your friends circle.” You announced. Slowly but surely you both put down a finger. Your drunk beau was ignoring the little voice in your head screaming at you to stop. Jungkook was your friend, a friend who might even have the same feelings as you did right now.

“If you’ve ever thought about kissing someone in your friend circle.” He asked and put a finger down and so did you. You felt like you were both edging towards the inevitable and dangerous with questions like this, but you couldn’t shut your mouth.

“If you’ve ever thought about fucking them.” Your own question made you swallow as you both put a third finger.

“If you’ve ever thought about what it would be like to be in a relationship with them.” He asked quietly. Your fourth fingers went down together.

There was only one left and it was your turn. You both knew now you were talking about each other, but it was hard to believe. You were scared it wasn’t you, maybe he was into guys too. You just had to ask, you had to.

Your eyes locked. You felt nervous. He looked nervous as he bit at his lip between those two front teeth you were becoming so fond of seeing when he smiled.

“Put a finger down if…” it was hard to speak, you had to swallow down the knot of nerves in your throat and take a deep breath before continuing “if the person we’re talking about is each other.”

His pointer finger curled down and so did yours.

 “For how long?” You asked.

“From the start.” He admitted. “But you’ve never felt that way.”

“I do now.” You leaned in. At least now you were sure how he felt, or at least you thought.

He stopped you by placing a hand on your arm.

“I don’t want it to be like this.” His voice was so quiet it was barely above a whisper.

You sat back and waited for him to explain.

“I don’t want it to be… I don’t want to be a rebound. I think friendship comes before feelings anyway and that’s why I did this. I don’t want to kiss you while we’re drunk, I don’t want you to regret anything.” 

“Oh.” You let out. 

“I can’t do this when you’re drunk and sad and trying to fill a void, that wouldn’t be okay of me to do. I want… I want more than that and you just got out of a relationship… or maybe you didn’t yet… but I can wait until it’s all over, I feel like that’s the right thing to do here.”

You sat there a moment as his drunk words registered in your brain. For just a second you wished you weren’t drunk so you could try to tell him how you were feeling but decided to give it your best shot anyway.

“I like you. I’m sorry I was so blinded by Jin all these years that I couldn’t see you liked me because if I hadn’t been maybe we both could’ve been better off. Maybe I could’ve had more days like this with you, hundreds more where we just do crazy things, where we could just sleep on a mattress on the floor and still feel happy and content with life. Jungkook if I would’ve known you felt this way and I would’ve known how life could be, at any point, then I’d probably be the one cheating. I want you. I want you and it’s not just because I’m afraid to be alone, you make me do things I never would’ve done. And your heart, your heart is made of pure gold. I want us both to just forget everything before now, everything we’ve been through, not because it hurts but because it just feels like it should’ve been us all along. And if you only knew how many times I’ve had to stop myself from kissing or touching you today when I was perfectly sober and perfectly happy…”

“I want that. I’ve wanted that.” He seemed like he was talking to himself more than you.

He was now the one leaning forward and your face got stuck in his pull.

Your lips met very gently and your eyes drifted closed so you could lose yourself in it.

His tongue wasn’t at all rough or demanding with yours, but it was needy.

You climbed into his lap and not a minute passed between that time and the time he was helping you fall backward, settling himself between your legs so effortlessly.

Your hands ran under his shirt slowly, creeping up until his shirt bunched prompting him to sit up and take it off.

You could feel him hard between your legs but there was so much fabric separating the both of you that it became frustrating to buck into him.

“I can’t fuck you.” He decided to your dismay. “But I just want to feel you.” 

You let him slide your shirt off so your bare chests were pressed together as mouths continued to move together in new ways every second, patternless unlike his heartbeat but exciting like the things he made you do.

He yanked the blankets up around you both and let himself grind into you slowly as you whimpered for more.

Your mouth went to his neck, sucking at his skin passionately and listening to the beautiful moans he made for you. You could’ve done this to him all night, just taste his skin and let his spit intermix with yours, but he decided to bite off even more.

His head sunk and he took a nipple in his mouth. The feeling went right to your throbbing and needy clit.

“Oh god fuck me.” You breathed “please just let me closer. I need more.” 

He pinched at your nipple softly between his teeth and you gripped his shoulder.

“I’m so wet, I don’t think one ever wanted anything mo-“

His mouth left your breast and yanked his pajama pants off of you and took off the ones he was wearing as you finished kicking off yours.

You were both down to your underwear now though you wished it was less.

While you weren’t going to force him to do anything he didn’t want to, it sure seemed like he wanted to do this.

You felt him reach into his underwear and adjust himself before rutting into you again with a groan.

Your hands freely moved across his skin, feeling goosebumps that had risen under your touch.

You knew that you were so wet at this point that it had to leak through the fabric of both yours and his underwear, you knew he felt it.

“Is there anything I’m allowed to do? Kook, you’re killing me.” You whined.

“I don’t have condoms.” He commented.

“I get a birth control shot but I understand if you don’t want to…” you trailed off.

“I don’t know what I want to do… I- but I think I have an idea. Let’s take the last of it off.” 

He seemed nervous as you both kicked off your remaining two pieces, and then you were bare for each other.

“You’re not a virgin right?” You asked from the way he was acting so nervously. 

“Oh. No, no. I- Uh I just feel like it’s wrong still... like I’m not supposed to. This can’t be happening.” He reached down between the both of you again.

“Nothing has to happen-“ 

“I’m so hard.” It was a whisper of a breathless whine that interrupted you. His knuckles brushed your folds and you realized he had his cock in his hand, pumping it slowly.

“Why the fuck are you so unbelievably hot?” Tumbled from your mind and fell from your mouth.

“You need to be seeing things from my view right now.” He looked over what parts of your body he could “dear god.” 

He finally released his cock and let it fall between your folds. He gave a thrust and felt the weight of his cock slide against your clit because of the wetness.

You didn’t expect him to shove his fingers into you, but that alone was enough to nearly make you cum from all the teasing he had put you through.

He pulled them out and held his sticky thoroughly coated fingers in the air.

“Oh my god.” He whispered quickly and shakily. 

You had never, ever been this wet in your life. You could hear the sound as he spread your juices and his pre-cum over his cock and brought it back to place it between your folds.

He came back down and every time he thrust how his slick cock rubbed your clit over and over.

Moans and whines escaped both of you but it just wasn’t enough for you to imagine him plowing into you, you needed to feel it.

“Oh god, I bet you would feel so fucking good inside of me. I’d cum for you so fast.”

You had earned a soft groan from him, he was losing it.

“I want to fuck you so badly. I want to cum all inside of you. Neither of us had ever done that before, can I?”

You felt him shift the head of his dick to your entrance.

“I will beg you, please do it.” you closed your eyes in a prayer that he actually would.

“Fuck.” he let out as he slipped into you, you took every last inch of him. 

He was already sweating and grunting before he had started thrusting, but after he started jackhammering into you, there was a new look and feel about him. His damp strands hung loosely, his nose crinkled as he hit his lip with the force he was putting into each thrust.

“I’m going to cum.” you announced not even a minute in.

He grabbed one of your legs, threw it over his shoulder, and was pushing hard. Your body bounced at the force, your head bumped the kitchen Island that was his headboard until he dragged your body animalistically lower on the bed.

“I wanna- I wanna hear you.” he panted. 

“Don’t stop- that- keep doing that,” you instructed. He was short on breath and a sweaty mess.

“Go on, I've got you. I've got you,” he assured you, keeping the pace of his hips the same.

Your orgasm crashed into you all at once like a semi-truck through a small building.

You felt like you had just gone down that hill again. Your heart was racing and you knew he was too.

You pulled him into your lips messily as your brain melted into a blissful spice and laundry scented puddle.

He mounded loudly against your lips as his body moved against yours.

“Coming.” He whispered his next few breaths were sharp, pumping into you a few more solid times, you could feel his cum spill into you as his sweaty forehead pressed into yours.

When his hips stilled, there was only the sound of rough breaths, he kept his eyes closed for a moment and swallowed hard.

“How-how was that?” He propped himself above you on shaky arms. In the dark you could see the beads of sweat that pulled on his face and neck, his chest rose and fell and still made no move to pull out of you.

“I-“ you tried to find even a single word for the experience you had just had. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

He let out a strong huff of a laugh and grinned down at you with the biggest and sweetest eyes that looked to search your face.

“That was something.” He agreed but looked like he had something on his mind. 

He gave you a soft kiss on your lips before he finally pulled out and laid beside you, only to have the embarrassing feeling of his cum leaking from you and down your butt crack.

You jumped up, only making matters worse, cupping your crotch as you took off to the bathroom faster than he could ask any sort of questions.

As you cleaned yourself up you couldn’t believe everything that had happened between you two. you didn’t for a second regret it, the opposite.

As you walked out of the bathroom he was standing on the floor by the bed with only his pajama pants on, holding a bag of chips. He turned to you and laughed.

“We just had sex with the Mortal Kombat music.”

You stood there naked and you couldn’t help but laugh back.

That tender time you had just had together had just been spent jarring fight music and you didn’t even realize. That’s what he did to you. When you were with him the entire world and all of your problems fell away.

You put back on your pajamas, still laughing to yourself as you heard the music still play.

“Now every time I hear it I’ll think of you.” 

“Please don’t associate us having sex with that” you laid back down and he got into the bed with you. 

He fed you a chip and you thought that was pretty cute so you took him by the shirt and pulled him into your lips.

He pulled away for a moment.

“Round two, fight!” 

You laughed so hard at the stupid Mortal Kombat joke that you snorted and he found that pretty amusing. A tickle fight broke out and of course, he got you pinned and of course, you couldn’t help but kiss him again.

A knock at the door interrupted you both making him stiffen and both of your heads turn in the direction of the door.

“What do I do?” You mouthed to him he climbed off of you and sat up.

“Who is it?” He called out.

“Jimin.” The answer came from the other side of the door.

You grimaced at each other and decided to jump up and go hide in his closet. You tucked yourself in between his few shirts and hanging pants and closed the door.

You could hear Jungkook walk to the door and open it. There were now two sets of footprints inside the apartment.

“You weren’t answering any texts and I got worried about you.” You heard Jimin's voice clearly.

“Been busy.” You think Jungkook muttered.

“Looks like it,” Jimin replied with obvious sarcasm. You wondered if it was all the snacks and alcohol on the floor, the video games left on, or the marks that decorated Jungkook’s neck that made him say that.

“You hear about what happened with Jin and y/n the other night at the bar?” Jimin asked and waited a moment “I guess he cheated on her, you were right this whole time about it.”

“It sucks she had to go through all of that. How’s she holding up?” Jungkook was playing dumb.

“I don't know, I haven't talked to her. It's Jin’s business, not mine.” 

That hurt you. You had always thought of you and Jimin as pretty close friends.

“Plus I heard she disappeared anyway. Jin is speculating she took off to Hawaii on her own. Namjoon told me he told the police everything this morning wanting to file a missing person report. He thought it was suspicious she just left all of her stuff, but the police said she hadn’t been gone long enough and they had an argument and probably just wanted to be away from him.”

“Do you think she’s okay?” Jungkook seemed genuinely concerned even though you were right in his closet.

“I don’t know. Yoongi was a little worried she got kidnapped at the bar after she stormed out. I don’t think anyone is looking for her though, I think she just wanted to get away. Also, you kind of disappeared that night at the bar too, didn’t you?” 

Oh shit. Was Jimin putting it all together? 

“I took someone to my place and she stayed a few nights. I don’t think I was there when all of this went down.” Jungkook’s alibi seemed solid, you hadn’t even seen him in the bar when you had gotten there.

“Well, I just wanted to stop by and check in on you.” 

“Thank you.” Jungkook’s reply sounded sincere.

“You should probably clean up a little, maybe get a real bed, it just looks kind of… sad.”

Jimin didn’t sound concerned, he sounded almost mean about it to you.

“Noted. Will do. Thanks for stopping by man.” Jungkook continued to be kind to him until he left.

You stepped out of the closet dumbfounded as Jungkook said nothing about the way Jimin had treated him or nearly accused him. He just got back into bed seemingly unphased. You followed after and just laid there for a moment thinking about times when they had all been mean to him at least once.

“Please don’t let them do that to you.” You asked.

“Hm? Oh. Yeah. That’s just what it’s like being the youngest. I’m used to them looking down on me.” 

“it doesn’t have to be that way.” 

“Why not?” He seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying because he rolled onto his side to face you.

You rolled onto yours to face him in the dark. Hair was in his face but he was looking at you with those big brown eyes.

“It can be you and me against the world if you wanted. If one of our skateboards went flying down a hill, we would be there to catch the other before they got hurt. Do you want to do that with me?” You couldn’t believe you had the guts to ask that but what you couldn’t believe even more was his reply.

“I want to do that with you. Let’s do that. I haven’t let you fall and get hurt yet, have I?” He grinned.

Little did he know that you already had fallen.

You brought your hand up to his face before scooting closer and placing your forehead against his

“Promise me you won’t let me fall.” You whispered.

“I promise.” His answer was instantaneous.

“Then I won’t let you either. Well just protect each other.” 

“Deal.” He replied before connecting your lips. 

As you kissed him you wondered if he felt the same about you as you did him already. He had to know that you were so scared, so terrified of being hurt again and that’s why you wanted to make this deal.

His hand slid down your body and back up causing your shirt to bunch. His warm hand made its way back down your skin again and just as it snaked into the band of his pajama pants you were wearing, a loud hum startled you both.

You were confused for a moment as the room grew slightly brighter.

Your phone was ringing on the wood floor.

You sat up, squinting your eyes as you picked up the phone and looked at the screen that was far too bright.

“Jin.” Your voice wasn’t at all cheerful.

“Are you going to answ-“ Jungkook’s sentence was cut off by the sound of you turning off your phone and putting it back down. 

“I can’t, I just… I don’t want to talk to him right now, I don’t want to feel that right now again… if ever. I saw what I saw and there’s no way he can convince me that I didn't see it or that you didn't too, we have photos. I'm not sure that I really ever want to talk to him again. I feel so… differently about him now and I don’t think there's any repairing that.”

He sat up, picked up his phone from his side, and turned it off too before you both laid back down.

“Good night kook.” You announced with Jin’s call not leaving you feeling right but not wanting to think about it right now.

“Night.” He replied as he pulled you against his body.

Although you tried to refuse your brain the opportunity of letting the thought of Jin right now entirely wreck your time with Jungkook, it was hard. You thought of all the restless nights when you stayed up working as an excuse to wait for Jin to get home from going out or working late. There were rarely nights like this where you could curl up against him, looking back on it there were no nights that you felt as cared about as you did now. A thought stuck to you, one you decided to think more on the next day. Did this all happen for a reason? For both of you? Would all of the suffering you’ve both been through in your relationships be worth it now?.

You felt something soft and warm on your head. A kiss.

“Morning.” you felt a delicate breath of his whisper on your face.

“Morning.” You muttered. Your eyes stayed closed as you reached out for him and pulled him into you. He let out a quiet laugh as he let you drag him onto you as if he were your teddy bear.

“I’ve been awake a while, I went to the store in my pajamas and I thought you’d be awake by the time I got back.”

“But I wasn’t so you woke me up instead?” 

You felt his hands run up your sides and lift your shirt until the hem and bunched fabric sat under your breasts.

“I missed you.” 

“You missed me?” you couldn't help but smile before it was quickly wiped away by him crawling back a little and kissing the skin above your belly button.

“Mmm.” he hummed an answer before kissing just a bit lower.

“Remember the thing that we both never had?” you looked down to see his big brown eyes look up at you through a mess of dark hair.

It took you a moment with your still sleep fogged brain to realize what he was talking about.

“Hey Siri, set a timer for thirty minutes,”

The robotic voice replied it’s confirmation on his phone, but he was already yanking down your pants and you were lifting your butt so he could get them off.

He gently pushed your legs apart and laid on his stomach between them, starting to run very agonizingly slow kisses up your thigh. With every small warm kiss that felt just too close or every warm breath you felt of his, a tingle of anticipation went through your body. 

“I just keep thinking,” he placed another kiss on your thigh so close you felt his cheek brush against where you needed his mouth the most before he teasingly moved into the other leg “about how I have you right here” another slow kiss “after wanting you for so, so long.” 

His words hit you hard and you knew they were making you wetter. You had never been dirty talked so sweetly before, hell, it wasn’t even dirty yet here you were soaking wet and more than ready for whatever he wanted to do to you just minutes after waking up.

“God only knows” his lips touched your slit now and it was almost too much to bear “how many times I've imagined this.” his tongue dipped into your folds and licked from bottom to top, you moaned a little too loudly and jerked slightly as his wet muscle touched your clit.

You were so ready but his lips went back to your thigh. You said nothing as he repeated this pattern once and then twice, you began to more than look forward to when his tongue would meet your clit again, after the third time you swore you could cum on the next one, he was driving you insane with his teasing pattern, you felt like he was never going to let you have what you wanted.

“Jungkook please!” you nearly yelled as he once again went back to your thigh to start over. He froze, looked up at you through all of that hair with raised eyebrows, and gave you a smile of amusement.

“If you don't stop and just get on with it already then you'll see what I do to you.” you threatened.

“Maybe I'd like to find out.” he retorted.

“Get on with it!” you wailed loudly as you gave him a half pleading glare.

“Make. Me.” he looked you dead in the eyes as he spoke. It was enough to send a feeling that felt like electricity trickling through you. You started to get up to take control but he pulled your hips flat back to the bed with a delighted smile.

“Seriously?” you laughed.

“What are you gonna do?” 

You were growing more sexually frustrated with him by the second.

“Just wait.” you threatened again.

He bent his head down and kissed the folds over your clit. You took the opportunity to place your hand on his head and not let him up.

You felt him give a little laugh before he finally went to work licking and sucking at your bundle of nerves as your fingers twisted in his hair. A few moments later you felt his fingers slip into your wet cunt and press upwards, giving you everything you wanted all at once.

It hit you all at once, your orgasm shot through you. You muttered his name as you gripped his hair tighter and felt him moan into you making the pleasure feel that much better. Even though you had already cum, it was clear he wasn’t about to stop, his fingers and mouth were working you so passionately and quickly. You were so sensitive your legs twitched every time his mouth did something too rough with you, but it just felt so good. 

You looked down at him between your legs as you felt yourself building up again and watched his eyes shut and his head moving between your legs. You don’t know how or why you found it as hot as you did, but it was enough to make you cum again just as the timer on his phone went off.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you breathed as a blissful feeling washed over you like an oven wave

He looked up at you and as soon as he was sure you were done, he stopped. He went to wipe his mouth on the back of his arm when you demanded he take his pants off.

He looked at you with raised eyebrows and a little surprise.

“Tell it to set a timer for thirty minutes.” 

“I-oh-okay. You don’t need to do that if you-“

“Do it.” You demanded once more as you took off your shirt.

“Hey Siri, set a timer for thirty minutes.” He said as he shed himself of his pajamas and sat up.

A thought had crossed your mind to tease him as he had you, but you couldn’t do that. You loved the look of it thick and veiny, the head of it already leaking from everything he had just done to you. You wanted the feeling of it filling your mouth and throat, you wanted to please him.

You watched as his already hard cock stood tall waiting for you to touch it, and you wasted no time doing so. You leaned down only playing with the head in your mouth with your tongue at first, getting a feel for the satisfaction of him inside of your mouth. He gasped when you took him all abruptly into the back of your throat. You decided immediately that you wanted to hear more of that sound so you let your head bob before your hand joined in at his shaft to help. You didn’t start slow whatsoever. You were set on making him cum faster and harder than he ever had before, throwing out the idea of time altogether. 

He sat back on his hands to hold himself up but those began to shake too the faster you went. Spit ran down onto his balls and you thought about playing with them but you felt like that might tip him over the edge. 

He was full of open-mouth moans, ones you wouldn’t mind hearing the rest of your life to the body and cock and personality of a man you wouldn’t mind having the rest of your life.

Just as you thought about it you shut the thought down and concentrated on making him feel better.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” You made out from his moans.

You kept going and felt his hips thrust up into your face in tandem with your movements. He was close, unbelievably, but for some reason, he was hanging on. Only a moment later you found out why.

“Fuck me. I bought condoms this morning, fuck me. Please I’m begging you.”

You pulled your mouth off of his cock with a lewd noise and looked at him but he was already standing up, dick as hard as a statue to crinkle a plastic bag on the island beside you both. 

“I’m deathly scared of having children when living in a place so small and with no job…”

“Thank you.” You didn't know what else to say as you watched him rip off a packet, come back to his knees, and roll the condom onto himself. 

“But then again if I did… wouldn’t that just fuck with Jin knowing I got you pregnant?” He lifted a brow.

Something about that turned you into a complete animal. You kept onto his lap and clung to him. Your lips smashed into his as you reached between the both of you and guided his dick into your hole. 

He felt just as good and filling inside of your pussy as he did your mouth. No one has ever filled you up this well, no one had ever wanted you so much.

He thrust upwards with you on his lap. You were practically a rag doll under the grip he had on your hips.

You began to rock your hips to the steady and slow way his hands commanded them.

“Ahh god.” He moaned as he let his head fall onto your shoulder and you wrapped your arms wrap around his shoulders so that your bodies pressed together.

“I love you.” He placed a kiss on your shoulder blade and whispered into your sweat sticky skin.

Your heart stopped but your hips didn’t.

He said it. It had taken him only three days. You recalled it had taken Seokjin six months and fifteen days exactly to say what Jungkook had in only three. The both of you had figured it out in only three days.

“I love you too.” You raced to say. 

His lips caught yours as he pressed you down onto his cock hard and rolled his hips under you with a grunt.

“These have been the best days of my life with you and I want to keep it that way. I want them all to be the best.” He was out of breath, his eyes were closed and his forehead rested against yours.

“Please.” You begged for the same. “Let’s move away and just be together.”

He let out a small laugh before he smiled.

“Is this gross? This is so weird, it’s only been three days.”

“I’ve never been happier.” You stated a fact. You had thought about it and thought about it non-stop. It wasn’t just attraction, lust, or infatuation you felt for him, this ran deep, deep into his personality, deep into the way he thought and did things. Far deeper than his cock that was buried inside of you right now.

“I bet I could make you happier.” He tried to hide a prideful smile.

“Oh yeah? How so?” You couldn’t help but smile back.

“I could make you cum again.”

Before you could answer he was giving you a quick kiss before practically tossing you off of him with a grin.

He grabbed your hips and flipped you over so that you were on all fours. The tingle that you got down your spine from this gesture was unbelievable.

“Hurry up and fuck me.” You demanded but he shushed you as you felt him press into your cunt.

He had only been not inside of you for a moment but your body had missed the feeling.

You gasped as you felt his grips tighten on your hips and pull your body backward onto him. He went full speed, full force slamming into you. His balls slapped against you. You were already so sensitive, so sore and tired, but you continued to want more.

“Has Jin ever fucked you like this?” 

You had never heard his voice so rough, so teasing, so devilish. You were about to lose it.

“No.” You whined.

“Who does this pussy belong to? Who’s the only person to ever cum inside of you?”

Your arms were shaking, struggling to hold yourself up. Your mouth was slightly open and your brain was so lost that you struggled for even the most simple reply.

“You.” Managed to move from your brain to your lips.

You felt his hand reach around to your clit and begin to rub fast and hard circles. It didn’t take long after that for your brain to shut down, to make way for the orgasm that blew through you like a car explosion. Your arms gave out and your face ended up on the mattress while your ass stayed in the air for him. You felt like you had melted as his dirty talk became mutters and moans. You felt his cock get harder inside of you and spill warm liquid into the condom. 

“I’ve-“ he panted from behind you with his hips now still “I’ve never had sex that good- besides- besides yesterday.”

You’d agree, but you were still a puddle with your cheek pressed into the sheets until you let yourself plop on your side after he pulled out. You felt so high. You laid there for a moment as he took off to the bathroom. He was in there a while, so you decided to get dressed in your clean clothes that he had washed last night that resided in his closet.

You were in disbelief, your hands were shaking as you pulled on the clothes.

Did he mean it?

It had only been three days since he held you in that parking lot as you cried. You remembered the hurt you felt when Jin had seen Jin cheat on you. It was the kind of hurt that left a scar on your soul. You were afraid.

Jungkook was so beautiful and so kind and you had fallen hard, too hard. You didn’t even know anything about his family or where he grew up or if he had ever had any pets or his favorite color.

Your mind was spinning, you were freaking out.

You slipped your shoes by the door on and began unlocking it.

“What are you doing?” 

His voice stopped you for a moment.

You thought about lying. You couldn’t lie, but you sure as hell couldn’t face him.

“I-I think I should go.” You stammered.

“Can we talk? Was it something I said?” 

You could hear his footsteps slowly come closer as if he was trying to approach a scared baby deer to keep it from darting away, and that’s exactly what you felt you were.

“What was it I said? The Jin stuff or the I love you?” 

You could tell his brain was doing whatever it could to piece together why you were leaving.

Just hearing him say the words again shredded you apart.

You felt your eyes welling up.

“Hey, hey look at me, please.” His voice was gentle and now coming from behind you. You couldn’t ignore him, not when he sounded so sweet. You faced him and his eyes scanned over the tears slipping down your cheeks.

“If you didn’t mean it that’s okay, you don’t have to right now. I won’t say it again if-“

“I did mean it.” Your lip quivered “I’m just so scared.”

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed at your words while waiting for you to explain.

“I was just hurt and…”

“If you don’t want to do this-I-I knew going into this that you were hurt, and trying to heal and a relationship might be too much for you while… it was selfish of me to-”

you cut him off by shaking your head.

“no.” you sniffled “I want you, I'm just afraid of being hurt. If I was hurt this badly by Jin, I can't even imagine how badly you could hurt me.” 

His big eyes stared with crinkled brows at you for a moment until he wrapped his arms around you.

“I swear I will never ever hurt you. I will never do what he did to you. Never.” 

Your teary cheek pressed into his neck as you breathed in his calming scent. “I'm so scared of being hurt too, I know how you're feeling. I thought you would end up going back to him and I would lose you. So many things that could make you not want me and so many ways this could go wrong keep running through my head. Please remember what you said, we're here now for each other, it's us against the world. Please please please don't leave me.”

You felt his cheek rest on the top of your head.

“I won't. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking, I'm so sorry.” you sniffled with guilt and let your arms snake around his torso.

His form was becoming so familiar to you now, his scent already smelled of home, perhaps it did from the moment you had first let him hold you. Perhaps you were all his from that very moment in the parking lot, perhaps you both belonged to each other all along and just didn't know.

“I love you,” you spoke the words first this time, you felt no fear about it.

“I love you too, so much.” his hands slowly rubbed your back as you felt him kiss the top of your head.

You closed your eyes and took it all in, just you and him. You wished at that moment that you could go back and do it over. You would've picked him over anything else, and you knew you'd be so happy if you would've.

“Thank you for not letting me go.” you pulled back and looked into his eyes. “I could've really messed up just now.” 

He gave you a heartfelt smile.

“I hope you would've come back, I’d miss you a lot until you did. We're supposed to be together, you know.” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Oh yeah?” you couldn't help the smile that spread on your face.

“Mhmm. I have proof.” he lifted a hand and held it up fingers spread. “Give me your hand”

You thread your fingers through his and he let your held hands fall at your sides.

“Now close your eyes.”

You did just as he instructed and felt his forehead rest against his.

You had just had sex but any time you were this close to him made your heart pound so hard. It was as if he had unintentionally trained your body to do this for him.

“Do you feel it?” he whispered “Do you feel that feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you'll never love this hard again?”

You had. You had and that's what has scared you so much.

“I do,” you whispered back.

“And can you see it? I can. I can see us moving together to the place you've always dreamed of. You'll get mad at me for being so messy but I’ll just admire you even if you're yelling at me.” 

You felt another small smile on your face as you imagined his words.

“I'll still love you even if I'm upset at you for being messy.” you let out a small breath of laughter.

“I know you will. We'll love each other no matter what because we'll be good to each other, we'll always be there to catch each other. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Please believe me. I'm yours.”

You felt him kiss your cheek softly and you have him a nod.

Your soul felt so at ease. He had calmed your pain once again.

“If you're losing your mind in here we could just go for a walk you know.” he chuckled.

“Let's do that.” you agreed to it, knowing that he was about to take you out on another adventure.

You laid in his lap and looked up at his jawline. He was playing a video game, but it was fine with you as long as you got this view. He would occasionally run his fingers through your hair or readjust the flower in it that he had picked and stuck in it during your walk earlier.

Sunset was pouring through the sheer curtains making his skin look so golden. You loved the way he looked at this hour, his appearance matched his heart. You felt so warm and loved even when he wasn’t directly giving you his attention. Jungkook’s cup was always overflowing for you when you were used to only a cup half full. You, yourself, had always offered a full cup, but you never got the love you had given back.

“Do you think we’ve earned each other?” you asked as you looked up feeling the urge to kiss every piece of his jaw.

He paused his game and looked down at you.

“I do. I think we're very deserving of one another… Well, I have thought you were always too good for me, but we're both deserving of the love for each other.”

“You thought I was too good for you?” you broke out into laughter. 

“Don't laugh, I still think that.” he was serious.

“Nooooo no no no.” you shook your head. “Why would you think that?”

He shrugged.

“Well don't think that.” you sat up.

“Sometimes it's hard not to, look at me, I'm jobless right now and you're self-made. I live in a gutter with a mattress on the floor and you-”

You shut him up by pressing your lips to his and bringing your hand up to his cheek.

“I don't care about any of that,” you told him.

“I'm going to make sure we live a good life.” 

“I'm pretty happy with you fucking me on this mattress on the floor and we can live the rest of our lives this way, I don't care.” you had to drive the point home for him. Having a good life for you wasn't about what he had to offer, but the beautiful way he lived it, you didn't want that to change.

He crashed his lips into yours now and sent you backward. Your tongues met and lashed together and suddenly your hands were all over each other.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your lips as you tried to peel his shirt off.

“I love you too,” you replied as his hands pushed up your t-shirt and bra.

His lips went right for your nipples and the feel of his tongue and teeth mixing on the nerves made you arch your back into his mouth. You were once again getting high on him.

“I want you to fuck me and cum inside of me.” your mouth spouted off.

He moaned against your breast and you swear you felt his body shiver.

His mouth popped off of your nipple leaving it cold and wet.

“Fucking marry me,” he demanded before his mouth went to the other one.

At that moment you would. You wanted that, it sounded beautiful to you.

“Please. Let's do it. You want kids?” 

“Mhmm,” he replied as his teeth tugged at your perfect bud. 

“Fuck let's have kids.” 

He sat up between your legs and began undoing his belt.

You knew there was no way right now, you were on birth control but something about saying it all and imagining the perfect life was really doing it for you right now.

He tugged his pants off only leaving him I'm his underwear before undoing yours and pulling everything down just enough to get his hand in.

His fingers ran over your already slick folds.

“I'm going to do this to you every damn day of my life.”

A knocking made you both freeze.

“Don’t answer it,” you whispered, pulling him into you so you can connect lips again. 

For a moment you both did ignore the knocking until it turned to banging.

“Open the fucking door Jungkook!”

It was Jin. You had never heard him so angry.

“Shit fuck no.” you whispered as you both jumped up and pulled at your clothes so they seemed normal “he knows. How does he fucking know?” you whisper yelled in panic.

“He might not. It's okay, it's going to be okay.” 

“Maybe you should call the police.” you tried to get Jungkook to hear you over the pounding at the door.

“I'll step outside and talk to him. It will be okay.” even looking as scared as he did he was still trying to make you feel okay.

You slipped back into the closet but this time you left the door slightly open and peered through the crack.

You watched as Jungkook answered the door, went to step outside but Jin pushed him back.

“Where the fuck is she?” it hadn't taken long for Jin’s eyes to examine the room.

“Who?” Jungkook was once again playing stupid.

“What the fuck is all of this?” Jin nearly yelled, pointing to the condom wrapper still on the floor and the places on Jungkook’s neck. “I know for a fact your girlfriend flew home just last week.” 

“I don't have a girlfriend anymore, Jin.” you could hear the agitation in Jungkook’s words through his clenched jaw.

“Then explain.”

“I don’t have to.” 

“No? Well, I talked to her and she said she hasn’t heard from you in three days, just like the rest of us have both with y/n and you.”

Your heart felt like it had dropped into your stomach as you now stood there frozen.

“I saw you taking photos, you didn't even try to help get the girl off of me, you just took photos. I know you sent them to her. I know what you've been telling all of the others. I know this was a setup. I know you've always been jealous of me.”

“Jin, do you know how insane you sound right now? You need to-”

“YOU KNOW I’D NEVER CHEAT ON HER, I NEVER HAVE!” Jin yelled, “So why were you taking photos?”

“Jin, I saw you kissing the other girl.” Jungkook’s voice stayed calm.

“I didn't want it, she had me pinned, Namjoon had to come to help me. Everyone has told me you've been telling them this isn't the first time I’ve supposedly done this either, explain that!”

“Look Jin, you're the cheater here! Don't come to my house and start accusing me of shit!” Jungkook finally snapped.

“YOU’RE AN INSANE MONSTER, JUNGKOOK! WHERE IS SHE?” Jin screamed as loudly as he could.

“I DON'T KNOW.” 

You noted how easily lying came to Jungkook.

“You know! You know because you set this up, you're a fucking stalker and I've always done my best to protect her from you. You gonna tell her how I caught you following her to her classes in college when you didn't even go there? Or how Hobi found a picture you somehow had of her in your room at your parent’s house? Where is she so I can tell her, I will tell her everything.” Jin was seething in anger with his fists tightly gripped into fists at his side.

You still didn't step out of the closet.

“Fine! Fucking fine! You want me to tell you that I fucked her? I fucked her multiple times! I came inside of her, she told me she loved me. Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

“You're sick.” Jin growled. 

“At least I'm not a cheater.” Jungkook struck right back with his words.

“You ARE! And you're a fucking obsessed freak. I swear if you ever talk to me or any of our friends again I'll kill you!” tears ran down his cheeks.

“You're the one that's fucking insane, Jin.”

Upon hearing Jungkook’s words, Jin dove at him but only managed to push him back a little.

Seokjin was sobbing, he gave up and took off out the door.

As Jungkook closed and locked the front door things were silent.

You still stood in the closet and now felt warm liquid blurring your vision and spilling from your eyes. Your body was shaking.

He opened the closet, taking you by the arm and gently pulling you out.

You covered your mouth to try to keep the break down in.

“I can explain.” 

He didn't deny it, not any of it.

“What's true? You said you wouldn't hurt me so just tell me.” you forced even your shaking voice out.

“Listen, I've never- I haven't felt the way I feel about you with anyone before, and I…”

“Oh my God.” you said as your knees now shook “It’s all true, isn't it? Oh my fucking God.” 

“I-” he went to speak but your body had gone into fight or flight and you walked past him. Your body was trying to protect you by gathering your things, but it felt too late for it to kick in.

“I love you, I always have. I can text her right now and dump her.” he was following you around.

His voice felt so distorted as you felt so out of your own body.

“You haven't yet?!” you snapped at him. “At the very least you could have already done that. If you actually did love me you wouldn't have done all of this! What the fuck is up with the talking anyway?!”

“Please don't leave me, please, I'm begging you. I meant everything I said.” he began to cry now too.

“I didn't!” you were hurting and you wanted him to hurt worse. “I was only fucking you to make myself feel better about Jin! You set this up! You ruined my relationship and hurt me! You're a fucking freak! I never want to see you again!” 

You marched to the door, very aware he had crumpled onto the floor in hard sobs behind you.

You walked, you simply just walked in the chilly night, still crying, your things under your arm. The worst part is that you did love him, you had meant everything you said to him too, but he had planned all of this. You no longer thought of him as golden, but fools gold.

You had no idea how long you had been walking, but you decided to sit down on the side of a curb.

Your hands shakily turned on your phone and texts and missed calls flooded through but you ignored them.

The first thing you did was block everyone's number. You were done, it was over, you never wanted to do any of this ever again.

The next thing you did was book a one-way plane ticket to Hawaii. 

You deserved to be happy, even if, for the first time, it was only you. Your cup had always been full of loving others, but never did you think until now that that cup could be full for only you. You wouldn't ever let anyone take from your cup ever again. What filled your cup was genuine, it was gold while all the rest held only water. 

“Tomorrow is going to be better.” you told yourself.

You weren't happy now, but you knew you would be. You could take yourself on adventures every day, you could put flowers in your own hair, and if you fell down a hill at full speed, you could catch yourself. You promised that you'd never let yourself fall ever again.

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[eternally-writing]

helping hands | jjk

genre: fluff and angst

rating: G (no swearing or sexual content)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: parent!au, idol!au, husband!au, one-shot

word count: 3k

warnings: none

synopsis: Parenting in general? Hard. Parenting while your husband Jungkook is away on tour? Extra hard.

special thank you to @justasparkwritings for beta reading this and @moccahobi for helping me with the title!

banner by me!

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It had been 2 weeks since Jungkook had left on tour. You would think that after being in the industry for 10 years he would have a little more leniency with his schedule, but even after the birth of your little girl, Jungkook couldn’t seem to get out of a 3 week tour around Japan and Korea.

It seemed like the Earth was weeping with you today as the rain battered against your window while you made what seemed like your 15th cup of coffee for the day. Your daughter Gidae was for once not crying - and you were eternally grateful since it gave you time to change out of your puke-covered shirt and close your eyes for 5 seconds... as if that was any replacement for the lack of sleep you’ve encountered.

All your friends whose husbands were busy idols or businessmen gave you the advice that “everything falls into place over time when you’re parenting on your own”. That it just magically happened. You’re not sure what memo you missed, or if there’s some book you forgot to read, or if worst of all, you lacked some parental intuition that everyone else possessed. Jungkook had left 13 days ago, and nothing had fallen into place.

Between Gidae being up all night every night, the pile of puke covered laundry sitting in a pile in the corner of your room, the dirty dishes in the sink that had accumulated to the point that you were eating your microwave meals with plastic cutlery, you definitely felt like a failure.

And probably the worst part of it all was that Jungkook wasn’t here to help you. This wasn’t the first time Jungkook left on tour while you two have been together, but it was the first time he had left you since Gidae had been born. The first time he had left you, a first time mother, alone with your child for an extended period of time. The first time you needed help and couldn’t ask him for it.

As if on command, while you were bracing yourself on the counter in exhaustion, your phone began to ring.

Incoming call: hubby kook ♡

As you pressed “accept call”, you could immediately heard the hustle and bustle of the backstage crowd. Too tired to be the first to say hello, you waited to see how long it would take for him to realize you were on the other line.

“Hey Y/N, just checking in before the show! How are things?” cheered Jungkook.

You could imagine what Jungkook looked like as he talked to you: already dressed in his first stage outfit, a makeup artist blotting away at the nervous sweat on his forehead, him grinning ear to ear with his hyungs and bursting with excitement for performing.

On a normal day, if you had maybe actually gotten some sleep or eaten at least one meal that didn’t come out of your freezer in the past week, you probably could have mustered a convincing “good! How’s the show going?” But you were on your last straw, and it was already giving way.

“Bad Jungkook. It’s bad. I haven’t slept at all for as long as I can remember. I have no clean clothes or clean dishes, I haven’t showered since you left so I smell like a pungent mixture of puke, sweat, and god knows what else, and Gidae misses you and won’t stop crying.So yes, it’s horrible without you here.”

You knew that wasn’t what Jungkook expected to hear,the sharp intake of breath on his side serving as a telltale sign you had caught him off guard.

“Baby I-, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

You couldn’t stop your voice from cracking as you continued. Your chest was tightening, feelings bubbling over.

“It’s -“ you paused to take a breath. “It’s really hard without you Jungkook. Really really hard.”

Jungkook tried his best to piece together the words over the phone, but you could already hear the speakers in the background calling for Jungkook to head to his position for the start of the show.

“Y/N I-“

“You have to go Jungkook, I know. Bye.”

You didn’t give him a second to recuperate as you ended the call.

No parenting book ever provided you with advice on this. The loneliness, helplessness, and frustration you were feeling right now. Crumpling down to the kitchen floor, you felt like the world was collapsing around you as you sobbed.

As if on cue, Gidae’s cries joined yours from the other room.

--♡--

You woke up slouched in a rocking chair in the nursery, with your hand reaching down to touch your daughter’s in her crib. She seemed to show you some leniency by sleeping more than 2 hours at a time, but unsure of how much free time she’d give you, you figured you might as well get a head start of the day since you felt like you were miserably falling behind already.

While mixing some formula in your kitchen, you heard a knock on your front door. The only people who ever came over were the boys and a couple of your friends, and you definitely weren’t expecting any visitors at 8am.

Frying pan clutched in your hand (safety first, right?), you creaked open your door to see a small woman standing in front of you.

With a cheery smile painting her face, the lady began to speak.

“Mrs. Jeon, I’m Seokjin-ssi’s nanny. I’ve been sent here today to take care of Gidae. Here’s a note from Mr. Jeon.”

You couldn’t help the smile that decorated your face after reading it. After so many years together, Jungkook still managed to surprise you. Taking in that there was now a woman in your house who was basically Supernanny here to help you, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

When Jungkook said that you were going to be pampered today, he sure meant it. By a “car” being outside, he actually meant a glorious Porsche with a driver and all your favorite snacks tucked in the backseat. He had booked an entire spa day just for you to get whatever treatments you needed without having to deal with the hustle and bustle of anyone else being around. Simply being in an environment that didn’t always sound like crying and children’s TV shows felt like heaven. A schedule had been waiting when you arrived, including a built in “nap” (multiple hours is just sleep, right?) in one of their private suits and lunch with none other than your best friend. It was the best surprise, and the girl talk you shared was exactly what you needed. Of course the mom guilt crept in, but whenever it did you reminded yourself of Jungkook’s words - you needed this, and only once you take care of yourself will you really be able to take care of your daughter.

You weren’t sure if it was because of the hydrating face mask or the 3 hours of uninterrupted sleep that you were able to get, but you walked into your house with a new pep in your step thanks to the relaxing day that Jungkook planned for you.

Welcomed by Ms. Yeong wearing an apron and bustling around your kitchen, you smelled freshly baked cookies (chocolate chip, your favorite too) and were thrilled at the sight of a clean house in front of you.

Wiping her hands on her apron, she began to speak with that signature smile.

“I’ve cooked dinner for you tonight and also have meals for the next 3 days in the fridge. The dishes are all done and your laundry should all be folded in your drawers. Gidae just had some milk and is now watching some Cocomelon.She woke up from her nap around 3 hours ago.”

In your excitement you couldn’t help giving her the biggest hug, squeezing her tightly. Slowly, Ms.Yeong began to pat your back, unclear about whether this hug was really for you or for her.

“I’m just doing my job Mrs. Jeon.”

You pulled away to look sincerely into her eyes.

“You are seriously a lifesaver Ms.Yeong, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

After patting your back again, it was her turn to be sincere.

“You’re a good mother, Mrs. Jeon. I know it may not feel like it sometimes, but you really are. Gidae is lucky to have you as a mom.”

Tears began to prick at your eyes, but unlike yesterday, these were happy tears. With all the failures that you had felt in the past two weeks, it meant everything to hear those words from someone, to get some confirmation that you weren’t completely messing things up.

Unable to make any words come out of your mouth, all you could do was nod in appreciation at what she was able to do for you today. Your eyes glimmering with unshed tears said all the words that Ms.Yeong needed to hear.

As she walked out the door, you made a mental note to message Seokjin and thank him for finding the angel on Earth who saved you today.

--♡--

Picking up your daughter from her crib, you cooed and brought her to you. Settling into your rocking chair, you cradled her gently in her arms.

“Mommy missed you today, babygirl, and I know you miss daddy.”

At the mention of the word “daddy” you could see your daughter perk up, looking around and trying to find said male.

All you could do is kiss her forehead. “I miss your daddy too. He’s really amazing, yknow.”

“Amazing, really? I may have said handsome, or sexy, or...”

Your head whipped around to the source of the sound.

And there he was, in the flesh. Jeon Jungkook, the man you had been waiting to see for days on end, was standing right at the door.

“Hi my love,” he said with his silly grin.

Your heart felt like it was bursting as you saw him there, and you couldn’t help but start sobbing your heart out (and I mean ugly sobbing). You felt a waterfall of emotions seeing Jungkook so close.

“Hey hey hey, what’s with this crying? I came home because I didn’t want you to be crying anymore baby.”

Walking over to you, he crouched in front of your chair and started to wipe your tears. Cupping your face in his hands, he pressed his forehead against you.

“I missed you Y/N. I missed you so much.”

You were still reeling from Jungkook’s presence.

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this Kook. I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Jungkook pressed a short kiss on your lips.

“Well believe it, I’m here for real babe,” he said sentimentally as he peppered your face with kisses.

Picking your daughter out of your grasp, Jungkook lifted Gidae into his hold, lifting her slightly into the air first to make her giggle. Putting on his best stern dad voice, he began his lecture.

“And you little miss, what is this I hear about you causing trouble for your mom?” Questioned Jungkook.

You smiled through your tears as you watched Jungkook go into “dad mode”.

“Before I left you promised you’d be a good girl, but I think good girls don’t cry all through the night and they definitely don’t make a mess with their toys or throw up all over their mommy.”

As Jungkook raised an eyebrow, your daughter looked at him, slightly apologetic, eyes shifting down to the floor, as if she could understand a word of what he said.

“But most of all Gidae, I missed you a whole lot. Your daddy missed you a whole lot.”

You felt like your heart could burst at the way Jungkook looked at your daughter. Even though he might be miles away when he works, you know that he doesn’t love you or your daughter any less.

“I’ll let you put her back to bed, daddy. It is my day off after all, right?” You joked with a chuckle.

Picking up your hand and kissing your palm, Jungkook grinned in agreement.

“Of course my love, go wash up and I’ll see you in bed.”

--♡--

After reading A Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Princess & the Pea, and Rainbow Fish, Gidae was beginning to yawn in Jungkook’s arms. It seemed that it wasn’t just Jungkook who was reluctant to let their father-daughter time come to an end, as Gidae was still fighting to keep her eyes open, and always kept one tiny fist clutched onto the middle of Jungkook’s shirt, as if she was worried he could disappear at any moment.

Wondering what was taking them so long, you peeked your head back in the doorway to watch Jungkook look at your daughter like she was the one who put the stars in the sky. Not wanting to interrupt, you stayed as silent as possible as you watched them together.

“Now I’m gonna say something very important Gidae, and you need to listen very very carefully to me.”

Bringing her up to eye level, Jungkook looked at your daughter sincerely as he continued.

“Sometimes daddy isn’t here and it’s just you and mommy, but I want you to know that daddy loves you and mommy so much, and you’re always gonna be daddy’s little girl, even if I’m not here with you. And I miss you always, so so much. Daddy loves you.”

You could see the tears start to stream down Jungkook’s face, and as much as you wanted to run to him and wipe his tears, just as he did hours earlier, you knew that this moment wasn’t for you. This was for Jungkook and Gidae, and you were sure that he was going to remember this forever.

“You know what would make me so happy Gidae? If you could say the word daddy. Come on - “da” “da”. You can do it!”

He started to bounce her on his lap, exaggerating his mouth movements so much that you were worried that he would accidentally pop his jaw out. His ministrations continued on fruitlessly, with Gidae still staring at him with big doe eyes (a trait she inherited from Jungkook, of course).

Unable to hide your presence any longer, you had to help Jungkook out. “You were only gone for 2 weeks, Kook. She’s still only 6 months old, it’s going to be a little while before she says any words.”

Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that Gidae had finally succumbed to sleep in his arms, and he stared down at her again.

“Look at how big she is Y/N, she’s grown so much just in the little while I’ve been gone.”

He looked at you with tears shimmering in his doe eyes yet again.

“Seriously, next time I leave on a tour and come back she’s going to be walking and talking or something.” joked Jungkook as he lightly wiped his tears.

You hugged Jungkook from behind, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before resting your head on it.

“Wherever you are though babe, I’m gonna take photos and videos of all of it so you won’t miss a second of it.”

Jungkook stayed silent as he simply enjoyed having his small family together again.

“You were right earlier you know, on the phone.”

“Hmm?” You hummed in response, unsure of what he was getting at.

“This isn’t working - me leaving isn’t working. I’m not 15 years old anymore, when I could just drop everything and travel the world; I have the two most precious girls in the world with me now, and I need to take care of them.”

Putting his hand in yours, you sincerely looked him in the eye.

“We’re always going to be proud of you Koo, and you know I love watching you do what you love. This may be the hard part, once she gets a little older we could start travelling with you or you could fly back too. Whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it together.”

Jungkook kissed you passionately, hoping his lips could convey what he couldn’t seem to put into words. He repeated your words back to you.

“Whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it together.”

As if Mother Nature was on your side, the rain stopped, leaving the smell of new beginnings wafting in through your window.

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[alpacaparkaseok]

Memoir of a Fake Girlfriend

“I need to ask a favor…” “Nope. No way. I am not pretending to be your girlfriend again.” “Oh, c’mon!”

→ Chaebol!Yoongi x secretary!reader, feat. ot7 BTS

→ word count: 7k

→ warnings/tags: SFW, fluff, angst, slow burn, fake dating au, lots of pining lol, I guess like a Secretary Kim vibe? mentions of a mentally abusive relationship

→ a/n: and so it begins! this is the first of the summer requests! idk how long each request is gonna be, but I really wanted to do something like this so it turned out to be a little longer than I originally intended. hope you guys enjoy, feedback is always encouraged and appreciated!

Four long years, you’ve labored at the 7th Son Firm under Min Yoongi’s watchful eye as his secretary. 

Four stupid years of doing way more paperwork than you realized possible, memorizing approximately 100,000 names (of course you’re known to exaggerate upon occasion), and presenting a happy, smiling face for all visiting clients. 

Four years spent getting to know Min Yoongi a little too well, somehow falling in with his rambunctious group of friends that make up the other six spots in the chairman’s board. 

Four excruciating, exhausting, egregious...let’s see, what else starts with ‘e’...ah, entropic years you have spent sitting at that stupid desk right by Min Yoongi’s elaborate office (see, I knew I could sneak another ‘e’ adjective in there) and doing the worst thing you could have ever done.

Pining after him. Wanting him, but always two steps behind and short on courage.

So when the Cinderella-like opportunity pops up to pose (quite literally) as Yoongi’s new girlfriend at an upcoming gala, what were you supposed to do? Say no? 

Carpe diem, losers.

“I thought you said you never loved her,” you huff, keeping your back to Yoongi as you furiously paint your front room wall a pristine white. You’d left early today just to come home and paint your new apartment. Yoongi hadn’t been too happy about it, but then again, was he ever?

Actually, you take that back. You saw him smile yesterday, when you brought him his coffee.

“I didn’t,” Yoongi defends, and you can already picture how he must look right now. Arms crossed, brows furrowed, and cheeks an impressive shade of pink. “I don’t. But I just need this. Just this once.”

You snort, throwing your paint roller down and avoiding the paint droplets that go flying everywhere. 

“For never loving her, you’re acting awfully jealous.”

Yoongi hardly meets your eyes as you turn to face him, his eyes trained on your hands that are covered with paint. “Just once. I promise.”

Perhaps these past four years of unrequited love have left you weak, because you find yourself wanting to help him out. One night, one date-night, pretending to be his girlfriend. All in an effort to piss of Ana, his dreaded ex. 

Of course, it might have to do with the way Yoongi looks right now. Indeed, his cheeks are red and he continues to avoid your gaze. His shy stance is so at odds with his dressy attire; wearing his signature black slacks and button down shirt. The top button is undone, and there’s no tie in sight. He probably took it off before coming up to your apartment to plead his case.

“Fine.” The word has barely left your lips before Yoongi’s bursting out into a howl of excitement, making you hiss and roll your eyes even though your lips are fighting a smile. He’s still in the middle of his weird celebratory dance (which involves wiggling his butt and making you dissolve into laughter despite your best efforts) when a figure appears in the doorway to your apartment. 

“Do I even wanna know?” Jungkook drawls, stepping inside and wrinkling his nose at the strong smell of paint. You rush over to him and grab some of the groceries hanging off his arm with a grateful smile.

“Hey, you got groceries! Thanks, Kook!”

“You actually asked her?!” Namjoon’s voice comes ringing from down the hallway before he’s walking through the door with another bucket of paint and a shocked expression. “Hyung!”

Yoongi pauses in his celebration long enough to glance over at Namjoon. “What?”

“You’re actually gonna do the fake girlfriend thing?”

Even the mention of the word ‘girlfriend’ has you sucking in a deep breath, busying yourself with your groceries. Yoongi launches into a debate with Namjoon, leaving Jungkook looking a little dazed. 

“Hey,” Jungkook sidles over to you, starting to pull the groceries out of the bags. “Wanna come eat dinner at our place tonight? You’ll get sick if you stay in here all day with that smell.”

“I’m fine-”

“Yes! Come eat with us!” Namjoon interrupts, looking a little desperate. “Our treat. Consider this our way of bribing you to not tell HR anything.”

Yoongi has finally calmed down, meandering toward the door. “Right. Come over later tonight...” he pauses, resting his hand on the door knob before glancing up at you. With a toothy grin he says, “We have lots to discuss.”

He cackles as you groan, disappearing into the evening air. 

“Wait, I have to dress up? Like, actually dress up?”

You’re currently sitting at a crowded table with Hobi, Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook. Taehyung and Jimin sit at the kitchen island, snickering at your shocked expression. Your best friend, Chae, sits with them at the island, watching you with unabashed amusement. She busted up when you told her what you got yourself into, and wanted to come along tonight in order to get the first-hand experience. She’s Jin’s secretary, although the two of them hardly speak outside of work. Something about his blinding good looks...?

“...yes,” Jin explains. “It’s a charity gala, remember? And Ana is hosting.”

“Right. Ana.” You shove some food into your mouth in an effort to hide your disappointment at the mention of Yoongi’s ex. “See,” you say through your full mouth, “what I don’t get...is why...he still cares? It’s been like...” you shake your head, counting on your fingers. “Like, almost a year!”

Taehyung scoffs from the kitchen island. “Jealous, are we?”

You whirl around, staring daggers into him. “Jealous? No way!”

“Wait, you don’t like Yoongo, do you?” Jin asks, making you spin back around to face him. He feigns a look of shock, which has Hobi rolling beside him. 

You try to play it cool, rolling your eyes. “I don’t like him. In fact I-” 

“Loathe me?” 

You snap your fingers, turning back around to face the where the voice just came from. “Exactly-oh! I didn’t see you there.” 

Yoongi hovers in the doorway to the kitchen, smirking at having caught you off guard. “Right. Sure you didn’t.” He sweeps inside, grabbing some of the food off of Jimin’s plate and greeting Chae. “Anyways, what are you wearing to this thing? So I can plan for it.”

Before you can even open your mouth, Chae is speaking up. “Well, that depends. What kind of vibe are you going for?”

Yoongi pauses. “What do you mean?”

“You know, the vibe.” Chae makes a show of cracking her knuckles and preparing to explain. “Like, are you going to be the cute, lovable couple? The sexy couple? Chill?”

Yoongi stands in the middle of the kitchen with his jaw dropped, no doubt imagination running wild with this new variety of options. You jump to your feet, pointing an accusing finger at Chae.

“Chill! We’re just chill!” You shout wildly, making everyone burst out into laughter. Yoongi looks a little upset, but in a blink the expression is replaced with his typical uninterested persona. 

Chae nods thoughtfully. “So...sexy? Great.”

Jimin howls next to her, slipping off his chair and making you snicker in sweet revenge. 

“...sexy?” Yoongi frowns, sounding a bit uncertain. “I can’t do sexy.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudge past him and yank Chae off of her chair. “Rise to the occasion, Min.” Pulling your friend out the door with you, you call over your shoulder, “I expect to be amazed!”

You’re fairly certain you hear him swearing under his breath, but it’s drowned out by Jin’s laughter as he says, “Remember, this was your idea.”

The rest of your night passes by in a flurry of excited squeals from Chae and a couple of half-hearted ones on your part. You’re quickly losing your excitement now that you realize just what you’ve gotten yourself into. 

“Yah,” Chae gripes, plopping down beside you on the side of your bed. “You’re sulking.”

You hide a yawn. “I am, yes. Thanks for pointing it out.”

“Why are you sulking? Haven’t you been dying to go out with Yoongi for years?”

Falling back until you’re staring up at the ceiling, you groan. “Yeah, but...not like this. Won’t it make things weird? I mean, he’s my boss still.”

The bed wobbles, and Chae lays down beside you. It’s quiet for a moment before she mumbles, “Yeah, maybe. So...what are you gonna do?”

“I promised him I’d go, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but you can back out. He wouldn’t hold it against you. Or even just go as his secretary, nobody would think twice about it.”

You shake your head, mind already made up. Besides, the thought of going as his secretary and possibly forcing him to ask someone else to be his date has you clenching your jaw. “No, I’ll go. If only to help him as a friend.”

“...and to piss of-”

“And to piss of Ana, yes.”

Chae snorts, and you laugh beside her. “You’re hopeless,” she croons. 

“No!” You defend. “Just...spiteful.”

“Right. That’s better.”

When your phone buzzes at 2am, you stir a little but ignore it. Flipping your pillow over to the cool side, you settle back down with a content sigh. You’ve still got five hours of sleep left, how glorious-

bzzz bzzz

You freeze, frowning a little now. What’s the big deal? Who’s messaging you at this hour?

Are you really that much of a grandma that you can’t stand 2am text messages?

Exerting all of your strength to throw your dead arm atop your nightstand, you grope around until your fingers find your phone. 

“Ah, c’mon!” You groan as your phone tumbles to the ground, blinding you as it lands screen-up and lights up. “Ugh!”

It takes an embarrassing amount of time to finally get out from under your covers and grab your phone from off the floor. Approximately three lifetimes later, you finally have it and nearly drop it again once you see the message that drove you from your peaceful sleep. 

boss yoongi 🙃: are you asleep?

boss yoongi 🙃: can I come over?? wanna talk for just a minute 

Bolting out of bed, you realize a little too late that your sheets are tangled around your legs still.

A groaning, cursing heap on the floor, you roll over and kick off your sheets. Taking a deep breath, you finally manage to reply with shaking fingers.

me: yeah, I’m up. is this work related?

You’re already wracking your brain for some sort of file you may have missed or a mistake you might have made throughout the course of the day. You were a little distracted today; too excited about your new apartment and getting started on painting. 

boss yoongi 🙃: sure

boss yoongi 🙃: be there in 5

With that non-committal response in mind, you scramble for your slippers and to maybe run a brush through your hair. The sight that greets you in the mirror is certainly one to behold, but you decide that’s Yoongi’s problem. If he wanted to see the typical Madame Secretary - hair pinned back and shoes shined - then he should have waited until at least 8am. 

Idiot.

Your front room still smells strongly of paint when Yoongi quietly knocks on your door a few eight minutes later. Opening the door halfway and retreating back into the comfort of your kitchen, you watch as Yoongi quietly wanders inside and shuts the door quietly. 

“Tea?”

Yoongi blinks, looking exhausted. “Oh. What kind?”

“Chamomile.”

“Yes, please.”

Hmph. Looks like Yoongi turns into a gentleman at two in the morning. Interesting. 

He doesn’t sit even when you tell him to, instead opting to stand on the other side of the counter and somberly watch you place the kettle atop the stove. Once that’s been settled, you turn to him expectantly. 

“I, uh...” Yoongi rubs his arms, looking around your dark apartment as though he wasn’t just here a few hours ago. “Do you mind if we talk outside? ...it’s a nice night.”

You shrug, following him out the door and leaving it ajar. He’s right, it’s a beautiful night. The stars and bright above you and the moon is nearly full, providing ample light for you to take a seat atop your porch step. The little light above your stove illuminates your back, giving you a false sense of warmth. 

Once you’ve settled, you wait. 

It’s takes a minutes for Yoongi to begin. He stretches a little, yawning and readjusting his black sweatshirt. You’ve seen him in a similar state countless times; often having the undesired honor of being his wake-up call on business trips. 

“Why did you say yes?”

You blink, glancing over at him before jerking your attention away and directing it heaven-ward again. He looks too soft right now, you might say something stupid if you get lost in his timid nature. 

Instead, you play it off. “To what? The gala?”

“Well, yeah. I guess.” He sighs. “To me. Why did you say yes to me?”

“Because you asked nicely.”

“What?” Yoongi chokes out, sounding much more awake. “You’re joking.”

Scowling, you pull your robe a little tighter around you. “No, I’m not. You’d be amazed at what can come from asking nicely, Mr. Min.”

“Are you implying that I don’t ask for things nicely?”

“No, sir. That’s half the issue, you don’t even ask most of the time.”

Yoongi scoffs, eyes alight with an inner flame. Pride, most likely. As you’ve already stated, you know him a little too well. 

“Of course I ask, I ask for your help all the time at work-”

“No,” you interrupt, matching him in stubbornness. “You used to ask, like three and a half years ago. Now you just- you just-”

“I just what?!”

“You just...” groaning, you bunch up the fabric of your robe in your fists. “You never ask! You snap your fingers and expect me to understand what you need! Like I’m just some sort of dog you’ve spent the last four years training, when in fact I have my own thoughts and issues of my own!”

Yoongi gapes at you for a moment before launching up to his feet. “I...you’re not a dog!”

You rise to your feet as well, laughing drily. “Is that so? What else could I possibly be, Mr. Min?”

Yoongi flinches at the second use of the formality tonight, although he doesn’t allow it to slow him down at all. He clenches his jaw, furrowing his brows as he levels you with a determined glare.

“You’re my-” he stops, closing his mouth before trying again. “You’re my...mine.”

“...yours?”

Suddenly all of the fight deflates out of Yoongi, but you don’t feel like you’ve won anything. In fact, you’re more confused than when you began. 

“Yoongi,” you venture, but he waves you off. His brief moment of eye contact is long gone, and he stares at his shoes before speaking up.

“I didn’t- I just meant...I feel that I’m responsible for you. This gala...I roped you into it. Just...” he shakes his head, huffing out an annoyed sigh. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t agree to it because you were worried about your job stability. That’s all.”

That is not all. You can tell from the way he fidgets on your doorstep and pulls his sleeves down to cover his hands that’s there’s much more going on in that head of his, but you don’t push it. 

“I get it, though, if you don’t want to go. We obviously have some issues-”

“I’m going.” Yoongi’s head snaps up at your firm response, but he just gives you a curt nod before stepping away. 

“Good. I mean- thank you.”

A flicker of fire remains in you, just enough for you to muster a smirk. “Don't thank me yet.”

Yoongi departs, briefly apologizing for leaving you with more tea than you expected. He decided it would be best for him to leave instead of imposing even more. 

It’s fine. Something tells you that you’ll need the extra chamomile. Your brain is still whirring after your spat with him. When was the last time you lost your temper with him? It’s been well over a year, at least. 

You’ve just started your second cup of tea when your phone buzzes. 

boss yoongi 🙃: take the day off tomorrow. go pick out a dress - my treat.

Sure enough, a second later you receive a notification from Venmo for a ridiculous sum of money and a caption that has you nearly throwing your mug across the room.

woof woof 🐶

It was fairly easy to sweeten the deal and convince Yoongi and talk to Jin and give Chae the day off as well. “For emotional support” after your little tiff last night. 

Chae was all too happy to assist, oohing over every little thing. Oh, and also still strongly supporting the ‘sexy’ aspect of things. 

“Sleek and sexy,” she repeats for perhaps the twenty-second time. “Ooh, like that one.”

You step out of the dressing room, flanked by consultants that apparently know and love Yoongi and were instructed to assist you today. They gush about the dress and how it hugs your curves just right, the deep red pulling all the attention toward you. The off-the-shoulder sleeves are what has Chae raging, declaring that this is the one. 

“How do you feel?”

You grin, staring at your reflection. “This is it.”

As you march out of the store with the dress and a new set of earrings for both you and Chae - who’ll be going as Jin’s secretary and holding down the fort from afar - you feel lighter than you have in nearly four years. 

You’re not going down without a fight. Yoongi is in for quite the night.

Throughout the rest of the week you hardly cross paths with Yoongi. He silently passes by your desk each morning on his way to his office, greeting you with a simple nod of his head. In fact, the only words you recall him saying to you was when he buzzed you into his office and requested the last quarter’s reports to be enlarged and printed out for a meeting. 

You scurried out before you could even realize that he’d not only asked, but added on a please at the end. 

Needless to say, you were shocked when you sat down at your desk to fulfill the request and noted that he had indeed asked nicely.  

Friday arrived at last, and the entire office was buzzing with excitement. The gala was tonight, and that meant that today was a special ‘early-off’ day for all employees. Most everyone was invited to the luncheon before the gala, however only the chaebols and their associates were going to the actual gala.

“What are you gonna do with your Friday?” 

Jung Bo-young carefully unwraps her sandwich at her desk as you walk from desk to desk, laying out the itinerary for Monday’s meeting. Bo-young appears to be engrossed in her food, her neighbor eyeing it greedily. 

“Me?” You blink, finishing up your task and edging towards the door. “Oh, er...I was thinking I might visit my grandmother. She’s getting awfully old and frail-”

“She’s going to the gala with me.” 

Everyone falls utterly silent as Yoongi steps inside the room. He pays them no mind, keeping his eyes trained on you. 

Bo-young sputters, choking on her sandwich. “The gala? You- you’re going with Mr. Min?”

Everyone looks as though they’re watching a tennis match with the way their attention keeps swiveling back and forth between you and Yoongi. You open your mouth to speak, but close it again. 

“I- uh,” you mumble, now striding toward the exit in earnest. “Oh, would you look at that! Mr. Min, don’t you have an international call to take in a few minutes? We should go set up for that-”

“They called early.”

“Huh, is that so.” You clap your hands, throwing caution to the wind and grabbing Yoongi’s arm to yank him back. “Oh, looks like they’re calling again! Can’t you hear your phone ringing?”

“They called my mobile phone, I have it right here-”

“We’d better hurry, don’t want to miss that call!” Dragging him along, you shoot a desperate smile back to the bewildered employees. “Work hard! Fighting!”

You hear a couple of confused “fighting” in response, but you’re mind is far from the sales staff right now. No, you’re still dragging a wild Min Yoongi behind you as though reeling in a marlin. 

“What are you-”

“Just, wait!” You seethe, turning the corner and making beeline for Yoongi’s office. Throwing the huge doors open, you march inside and make sure Yoongi isn’t going to escape before turning and closing the doors behind you. 

Leaning up against the door and panting, you shoot him a glare. “What. was. that.”

Yoongi has the good sense to look afraid as he stands between you and one of the leather couches and adorns his office. “I...what? They asked what you were doing today!”

“And you go off and tell them that we’re going on a date?!” 

“Well, we are, aren’t we?”

You pause in your berating, staring at Yoongi like he just grew a second head. “Wait, what?”

“I mean, sure,” Yoongi takes a step back, leaning against the back of the couch and ruffling his hair in a very unprofessional way. “The circumstances are a bit strange-”

“Yoongi, you literally asked me to be your fake girlfriend!”

He winces, crossing his arms. “When you put it like that, it sounds messed up. I’ll give you that much.”

“Does this...” you shake your head, steeling your nerves. “Does this classify as a date in your book?”

Yoongi shrugs, looking up at the ceiling and squinting his eyes. “I don’t know...does it for you?”

“...I don’t know.”

Your lungs struggle to function as Yoongi finally looks your way for a single heartbeat before averting his eyes again. When he speaks up again, his quiet voice sounds too loud in the silent room.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” He pauses, glancing at you once more. “Ok?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was nervous. 

“Ok.”

Yoongi arrives at 6:58.

You aren’t surprised. In fact, you’re standing by the door waiting for him to arrive when he does. He mentioned something a couple of years back about liking to arrive two minutes early. Said something about it being the golden time, and how he always felt like the 58 had a warm feeling to it. 

You’re not sure if you remember because it made sense to you in the strangest way, or if it was because you were on your third night in Morocco for a business trip and Yoongi had finally donned a normal t-shirt in lieu of his typical sweatshirt. He sat out on your balcony with you for hours, watching the sunset and talking about business before slowly dissolving into different topics. 

Sitting there in the golden sunset and admiring his pale arms finally exposed by his white t-shirt, you hung on his every word. 

So it’s no surprise when there’s a soft knock and you open the door at exactly 6:58 to reveal Min Yoongi clad in a black tux with a black bowtie. No sight of those pale forearms he almost always hides, but the fact that you know what he looks like in basketball shorts and a t-shirt makes you feel a little strange. 

A little giddy. 

“Woah.”

Ah, right. Back to you.

Yoongi doesn’t even bother to hide his amazement as you stand before him in your deep red dress, holding a small clutch that has hardly any functional use other than holding your phone and chapstick. 

While his eyes fall to your exposed shoulders for longer than necessary, it’s not the dress that he first mentions. 

“Your hair is down.”

You give him a small smile, suddenly feeling unbelievablely soft. “Yes.”

“How...how did you curl it like that?”

“Like what?”

He shrugs, one hand reaching out as though to touch a stray curl before he drops it back down to his side. “Like that.”

A couple of short honks stops you in your sarcastic comment, and Yoongi waves at the car waiting for you below. “Jin’s riding with us. He probably bribed the driver into honking.”

You laugh, missing the way Yoongi’s eyes light up at the sound. “He probably did. Should we get going?”

Extending his arm, Yoongi smiles softly. “C’mon.”

Sure enough, Jin is waiting for you in the car when you pile in. He reassures you that Chae will be there, but that she’s already there waiting for him. “Preparing my spotlight,” he explains, winking. 

Yoongi is quiet the entire drive there, although you swear you feel anytime he sighs or fidgets. It’s almost like there’s some sort of electric current pulled taut between the two of you. 

“Here!” Jin chants as the car pulls up to a large event center. The name of the charity is in bright bold letters above the entrance, gold banners adorning either side. The front is swarmed with good looking attendees, making you suck in a deep breath. 

Jin clambers out as soon as the car comes to a stop, opting to rip it off like a bandaid. As the oldest member of the 7th Son Firm, he’s automatically swarmed with cameras and reporters. 

“You ready?” Yoongi asks, and you jump a little. You'd nearly forgotten he was still in the car with you, you were so engrossed in the events going on outside. 

“As I’ll ever be.”

He gives you a toothy smile that you don’t have the time to return before he’s stepping out of the car and rushing to your side. 

Right. Girlfriend. That’s what you are tonight. 

You take a few seconds to slip into the persona you carefully crafted the night before with Chae. 

Cool, calm. Yoongi’s counterpart. His equal. 

In every way.

When Yoongi opens your door, you step out with a purpose. Tonight, you don’t have to mingle with possible clients and remind Yoongi of people’s names. He assured you before that tonight, your utmost priority would be to sell the part. 

Consider it sold.

Your legs aren’t shaky in the least as you step out of the car and face Yoongi with a close-lipped smile. He blinks, the only surprise he’ll show in public, before offering you his arm. 

Like water through the Nile, the two of you carve out a path of your own through the crowd. Cameras flash, people call out Yoongi’s name and your own. With a start, you realize that they recognize you. Min Yoongi’s faithful secretary, his most constant accessory, and now, his lover. 

You’ve nearly made it inside the building when you first overhear the whispers. 

“Isn’t that...?”

“Ugh, the secretary? How unoriginal.”

“She looks beautiful, don’t you think?”

“Of course she’s beautiful, Mr. Min wouldn’t bring her if she didn’t fit the mold.”

You school your features into neutrality, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. 

Yoongi squeezes your hand, the only sign that he’s also overheard the comments. Once you’ve stepped inside, he leans over to whisper in your ear. 

“They’re just jealous.”

You scoff, nudging him with your elbow. “Right, not everyone can get with Mr. Min.”

“No,” he shakes his head, nudging you back. “You’re everything they’re not, and they’ll loathe you for it.”

He gently guides you deeper into the building, nodding at a couple of acquaintances along the way. Continuing to speak, you have to strain to hear his words over the music flooding the halls.

“You’re intelligent, successful.” Jimin waves at you from across the giant ballroom, Hoseok beaming beside him once he catches sight of you two. 

“You’re a contradiction that they don’t understand.”

You see Chae to your right, hovering a couple of steps behind Jin. She looks beautiful in a pale yellow dress. She’s completely oblivious to the way Jin keeps glancing back at her, looking a little dazed as he takes in her appearance and laughing a little too hard at what she says.

“A contradiction?” You ask, looking all around the room and missing the way Yoongi is looking right at you. Your roles are reversed for a moment, with you looking everywhere but him and Yoongi completely immersed in your eyes as they flit about the room.

“Yes,” he breathes out. 

“Give me an example, Mr. Min.”

There’s a forgotten smile on his face as you address him so formally, sarcasm clear in your tone. 

“You’re ambitious, yet carefree.” He leads you down the stairs, onto the packed floor. An auction already took place earlier, which is partially was Chae was here for. She bid on behalf of the seven chairmen. Now, the room has been transformed into a true ballroom, a live band playing on one end. 

It’s before the throng that Yoongi stops, releasing you in order to stand in front of you. You finally focus on him, a little bewildered at the expression on his face. 

“Stunning and absolutely terrifying.”

Suddenly Yoongi is all you can see, your focus whetted with the shock of his statement. Your stomach leaps with your heart at this new development, but you find that you’ve gone mute. 

Yoongi doesn’t ask for an answer, instead extending a hand. “Now that I think about it, I think that makes you more terrifying.”

Finally, your tongue is loosed. Against all odds, you manage a smirk. “What, my stunning-ness?”

“That’s not a word.”

Your smirk grows into a silly smile that you have no control over, and you’re delighted when Yoongi mirrors it. “Don’t try to detract from the fact that you just confessed that you think I’m scary.”

He does his best to frown, although the smile on his face hinders his ability. “I pointed out several qualities, and that’s the one you remember?”

“Yes.” No. You remember them all as though they were etched on your skin with a red-hot flame.

“Dance with me.”

You do.

You’re not quite sure what happens between taking his hand and weaving your way to the center of the dance floor. Mind still reeling from the events of the past thirty minutes, you let Yoongi spin you around before pulling you in a little closer than before. 

Again, you spin. Again, he pulls you in a bit closer. 

The song changes, something a little slower. Deeper. 

Again, he spins you. Slower this time. 

Once more, he pulls you closer. Too close your mind screams at you, but your body automatically reacts and you lean in a little closer until your temple meets his cheek bone. 

Yoongi’s breath dances along your shoulder, a testament to his close proximity. Despite the heat of the crowded room, you tingle with chills as he exhales again. 

Your eyelids feel heavy, the slow rhythm nearly lulling you to sleep as Yoongi continues to sway back and forth. His hand squeezes your own, thumb running absentminded circles on the back of your hand. 

As the music fades out and a jazzier tune replaces it, you wonder for a moment if Yoongi will let you stay out here all night. However, just as you go to ask, you notice someone staring daggers at you over Yoongi’s shoulder. 

Ana is wearing black tonight. Black, as though attending a funeral.

Perhaps your own, judging from the way she looks like she wants to strangle you. 

“Everything alright, jagiya?”

The pet name sends you reeling as Yoongi pulls away just enough to see your face. You blink a couple of times to clear your head, not daring to look up at him and see the lovesick expression on his face. 

A pet. That’s what you are, remember? The evidence is standing behind your boss, dressed in black with a diamond necklace worth more than last year’s entire payroll.

“Uh...” you mentally curse yourself for your lack of eloquence. “I- oh no.” 

“Oh no?” Yoongi cups your cheek, effectively lighting you aflame with the simple gesture as he tries to look into your eyes. “What do you mean-”

“Yoongi?”

The sickly sweet voice reminds you of what hell must feel like as Yoongi jolts and spins around to face Ana. She smiles timidly, fiddling with her diamond necklace as though it were a three dollar chain.

“...Ana.”

You start at Yoongi’s cold tone, staring as Ana seems to ice over at the sound of it. To her credit, she recovers quickly, shooting you a smile over Yoongi’s shoulder. 

“You brought your secretary,” she scrunches up her nose in what you think is supposed to be a cute way. “How fitting.”

Yoongi’s tense, hardly breathing as he stands with his back to you. “Fitting?”

Ana smiles again, and you realize Yoongi’s mistake a second too late. He’s playing right into her hands. 

“Fitting to bring a charity case to a charity gala, don’t you think? That’s what you used to say to me, wasn’t it?” She frowns, trying to remember all those months ago. “No friends, no job...honestly, I always admired your kind heart for taking her in.”

In your overdramatic imagination, the world stops spinning. The music stops, and people gasp at the audacity of Ana for her bitter comments. 

But nothing happens. 

No, the music keeps playing. People are laughing, spinning around and chatting with old friends and new acquaintances. You spot Jin in the corner, one hand scratching the back of his neck while Chae shows him something on his phone. 

And there’s Yoongi and Ana, both clad in black and looking as though they’re seconds from ripping each other’s throats out. 

“What are you playing at, Ana?” Yoongi grinds out. Ana smiles even wider, and you note with a start that there’s no love in her eyes. No sense of longing. 

Just mirth. 

“Can’t I just play for the fun of it? Isn’t this fun?” she asks innocently, stepping a little closer. To anyone else, it looks like she’s trying to hear him better in the loud room. She glances at you over his shoulder yet again, white teeth looking sharper than before. “This was always the most fun, you know. Riling him up. It’s easier than you’d think.”

The verbal lashing you have ready for her dies out as you notice the way Yoongi’s shoulders deflate. With utter horror you realize that she’s means it. 

What kind of sick person lives to play mind games with their significant other?

Suddenly you remember Yoongi coming to your house just a few days ago, begging you to come with him. To pretend to be his girlfriend.

It wasn’t in an effort to make Ana jealous. No, he wanted to avoid her at all costs. The thought of Yoongi alone with her, cornered as she launched her mental attacks nearly has you punching her right here and now. Yoongi would never fight back against her, that much you’re certain of. And Ana...she views him as free real estate to play with.

You aren’t here as an accessory. You’re here as a protector, even though Yoongi couldn’t quite muster up the courage to ask you for help. 

“Funny, from what I remember, your secretary never shut her mouth. What changed?” Yoongi doesn’t answer, and Ana continues before you can form a response. “You’re quiet, too. Don’t you want to chat with me, Yoongs? We’ve got lots to catch up on. Let’s go somewhere a little more private, let your secretary do her work while we catch up.”

Ana gestures for him to follow her, and you can practically see the gears turning in Yoongi’s brain. He realizes that Ana didn’t fall for the girlfriend façade you were supposed to be playing at, and that it didn’t deter her from her end goal. Instead of sacrificing your well-being, he’ll go with her. Disappear into some dark corner and let her wreak havoc in an effort to save you from her. 

As Yoongi mumbles something to you about going to Chae and takes a step after Ana, you leap forward. 

“Wait!” You place yourself between Yoongi and Ana, ignoring the thrilled expression on her face as she waits for this new development to unfold. “There’s, uh, someone you should meet!”

Ana tilts her head to one side. “Oh? Looks like you can speak after all. A little loud, if you ask me, but that’s fine. Beggars can’t be choosers, I suppose.” She directs the last bit at Yoongi, who visibly stiffens. 

You offer Ana a sugary smile, dropping all pretenses. 

You can’t play her game. You won’t play her game. 

Let’s see if she can keep up with yours. 

“Have you met Mr. Wu?” You ask, striding forward and linking your arms through Ana’s. She stumbles back a step, a little shocked before composing herself. “He’s our latest partner at 7th Son, and actually owns several companies internationally. Word on the street is that he’s planning on buying out Ernst & Young. Can you believe that?”

Ana blinks, allowing you to tug her along once she realizes that Yoongi is following. “O-oh, is that so? I really have no interest in meeting him, though, I’m actually quite busy-”

“Mr. Wu!” You wave at the old man who sits in the far corner with his cane propped up on his leg. “Mr. Wu, it’s so great to see you here! I’m so glad you could make it!” 

Mr. Wu smiles warmly at you, remembering you from a meeting you had just last month. You sat by him, translating his notes into Cantonese for later use. 

“Oh, it’s so good to see you darling,” Mr. Wu says, patting a spot beside him.  

“It’s great to see you too! You know what’s crazy?” You keep Ana in your iron-like grip as she pulls against you. “This is my close friend Ana, and she actually loves cooking. We were just discussing how to properly prepare Eight Treasure Duck...you wouldn’t happen to have any tips for her, would you? She’s pretty helpless when it comes to preparing traditional Chinese food.”

Mr. Wu’s eyes light up with utter joy at the mention of cooking. “Oh, my dear. Sit down, sit down! Let me tell you all about it!” 

Ana pushes against you, but you manage to direct her toward the empty seat and lightly trip her into it. She sputters, looking at an excited Mr. Wu who has already begun his lecture. 

“Now, have you ever been to mainland China? That will greatly affect how you prepare this dish, obviously.”

“Have fun!” You call over your shoulder, turning and grabbing Yoongi before scurrying away. Yoongi follows after you, looking nothing less than shocked. 

Once you’ve escaped into a dark hallway, Yoongi stops to catch his breath. 

“What...was that?” He pants, looking up at you from where he’s doubled over. You grin maliciously. 

“I changed the game.”

“You what?”

You shrug. “I’m a secretary. It’s literally my job to know everything about everyone. And I knew for a fact that once you bring up food - especially traditional Chinese food - to Mr. Wu, that he’ll instantly launch into a long-winded lecture that nobody can escape. Not even Ana.”

Yoongi straightens up, staring at you with wonder. “You...you changed the game.”

You nod, smiling softly. “Yep.”

“I...” he runs a hand through his hair, effectively mussing it. “You’re not just a secretary.”

“You know, you should’ve told me right from the start that Ana’s evil.”

“Did you hear what I said?” Yoongi asks, stepping forward. 

“Like I said before, you never ask. If you would have asked me properly for help back when you two were together, I would have helped-”

“Yah! Didn’t you hear me?” Yoongi grabs your shoulders, leaning down to stare you straight in the eyes. “You’re not just a secretary to me! I...I need you to know that!”

Yoongi’s bowtie has come loose, and with shaking hands you reach forward to fix it. “...what am I, then?”

His lips answer the question well enough. One moment you’re fixing his bowtie, and the next your eyes are drifting shut as Yoongi cups your cheek and crashes into you. 

He tastes like cold sea-air and a golden Moroccan sunset. 

He feels right, like arriving exactly two minutes early. 

And as he breaks apart to look you in the eyes, he looks like he’s yours. 

Suddenly he’s laughing, pulling you back in. You punch his chest, fighting a laugh of your own. “Yah! What are you laughing about?”

He grins, tracing your spine and sending tingles up and down your body. “I need to ask a favor…” 

You shake your head, cheeks aching with how hard you’re smiling. “Nope. No way. I am not pretending to be your girlfriend again.” 

“Oh, c’mon!” Resting his forehead against yours, he gives you his best puppy-dog eyes. You melt instantly, although you’ll never admit it. “Then...how about a date?”

You roll your eyes. “Finally. It only took you four years.”

Yoongi laughs, leaning in again but stopping just shy of your lips. “Wait...what did you say?”

Instantly your cheeks turn red. “Oh, uh...”

“Four years?” He steps back, gasping. “You’re joking.”

“Yah, leave me alone!” You whine. Yoongi chuckles, taking your hands in his again. He brings your knuckles to your lips, kissing each one and nearly making you dizzy with the action. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, it’s actually been five.”

“...what?” You frown. “But I’ve only known you for four!”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Remember that cafe you used to waitress for?”

You nod slowly, not understanding where he’s going with it. He pulls you in close again, looking absolutely lovestruck.

“Tuesday evenings, corner booth. I always wanted you to be my waitress, but you never were.” He grins like a schoolboy now, and you realize with a start that you recall a suit-clad customer always making an appearance on Tuesdays. You’d been too intimidated by him to serve him, begging your coworkers to take the table instead.

“Imagine my luck when you applied to be my secretary.”

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