#bff!kook

[jungshookz]

smitten: y/n (reluctantly) agrees to go to jimin's big halloween bash and she forgot how much she actually hated parties

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook and smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boohoo angsty wattpady fic of your dreams!! the pining and yearning is off the charts!! jimin’s still an asshole but what’s new!! 

➺ wordcount; 9.2k

➺ summary; putting on a smile while watching ji-eun cuddle up to jungkook is already hard enough, but when y/n is (reluctantly) invited to jimin’s massive halloween party, she can’t help but even more out of place. 

➺ what to expect; “you know, you’re my best friend and i wanna make sure that everything is… good between us.”

➺ currently playing on cee.fm; favourite crime [olivia rodrigo]

➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]; part two [the incriminating note]; part three [the date]

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you’re pretty sure you’re in hell. 

you’re not sure what you did in your past life to have deserved this, but past-life y/n must’ve killed a baby or set an entire village on fire or something to that degree because you’re pretty sure that in this current timeline, you’re in hell 

you stay quiet as you munch on your (slightly soggy, unfortunately) sandwich, scrolling through your phone (but not really paying attention to your instagram feed because apparently you’re a glutton for punishment and you keep wanting to look up and just stare at jungkook and ji-eun in all their coupley glory) while your foot taps anxiously against the ground 

you know that if you say you can sit somewhere else to give the two of them some privacy that jungkook will insist that you stay, but you feel like the longer you sit here the faster the people around you will see that you’re just a big ol’ monster truck sized third wheel

you could lie and say that you have to go to the library to get some work done, but jungkook’s really good at knowing when you’re lying to him (apparently you have VERY obvious tells which you were very unaware of) so that’s not going to be a feasible plan either 

it’s just that being here is incredibly uncomfortable but it seems like the only option you have is to stay and sit through it — which, again, reiterates your point of you being pretty sure you’re being punished for something you did in your past life

“my handsome boy…” ji-eun giggles lightly, reaching over to adjust the collar of jungkook’s jacket before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, “i like this jacket a lot.” 

“yeah?” he gives his girlfriend a boyish grin, looking down at his jacket before looking back up at her, “lucky for you, you can borrow it anytime you’d like-“ you glance up at them, the little voice in your brain stopping you from interrupting them to say that that is a nice jacket because you chose it for jungkook — and you feel like that comment could potentially lump you into the pick-me-girl-best-friend category which you’d very much like to avoid 

“borrow? no, i’m stealing it-“ 

“no way! i got this thrifted for, like, fifteen bucks, i’m not letting you steal it-“

“alright, then you better sleep with one eye open the next time i stay over at yours because this is a nice jacket-“ 

you can’t help but look over at the empty seat next to you on the bench as you let out a quiet sigh… you have never felt so horribly single in your entire life. 

and it doesn’t help that it’s cuffing szn this cuffing szn that all over your social media — your tiktok feed has not been very friendly to you as of late, the app flooded with countless videos of cute couples bundling up for the colder seasons

if anything you need to be cuffed to the wall before you go crazy and rip your eyelashes out from frustration 

unsurprisingly, jungkook and ji-eun are a couple now, but really, are you surprised? jungkook is great, ji-eun is great, they went on a great first date (thanks to you, let’s be honest) and all the dates after that went well too because it lead to jungkook asking ji-eun if she wanted to be exclusive with him 

you knew that things were going well when jungkook started hanging out with you less and less

and then when they officially got together, you didn’t think it could possibly get any worse but your already puny twice a week hangouts turned into two hours a week before he’d zip off to spend time with ji-eun

in fact, within the last two weeks, he’s only hung out with you once… which is fine, because you understand the honeymoon stage and you understand how giddy people can be when they get into a brand new relationship and just want to spend all their time with this new person 

you know for sure that if you were the one who’d gotten into a new relationship, you’d definitely want to spend as much time with your person because why wouldn’t you want to do that? you really can’t blame the guy 

you have other friends you can hang out with, but it’s just not as fun because even when you’re having a good time with them, your mind keeps wandering back to what jungkook is doing with ji-eun 

and of course, when jungkook mentioned to you over a quick lunch one afternoon that he was planning on asking ji-eun to make things official, it’s not like you could tell him that it was a horrible idea and that he shouldn’t be dating ji-eun without ruffling feathers and raising brows of suspicion 

the only person it would be a horrible idea for would be you, and you’re not enough of a dickhead to ruin a potentially good thing because of your own desires  

and obviously, she said yes because why wouldn’t she say yes?

…

you know, there really isn’t a way for you to talk about this situation without sounding like the most bitter person on the planet, so perhaps you should move on now  

“okay, i’m putting you two on drinks duty for the party!” jimin seems to appear out of thin air and you turn your head to look at him standing at the front of the table with an armful of flyers and the usual bossy, snarky persona that literally drains you every time you have an interaction with him, “unless you’re too busy making out to handle that.” 

“no, we can handle it-“ ji-eun rolls her eyes playfully, pulling away from jungkook before reaching over and plucking the list from jimin’s slim fingers, “jesus, jimin. twelve bottles of vodka??” 

“i’ll give you my credit card, just put all the charges on it-“ jimin shrugs, sliding in next to you before nudging you over a little, “this is going to be my greatest party yet. i’m charging $10 an admission and i’m renting out this huge house- i don’t think you can even comprehend how massive this party is going to be. it’s gonna be so much better than last year’s one.” 

“i remember hearing about your party last year!” you chime in, offering jimin a polite smile even though he’s not looking at you, “it sounded like it was super fun.” 

“so, you guys are on drinks, so that’s covered-“ jimin makes a tick on his clipboard before nodding to himself, “decor is covered, catering is covered, rent for the night is covered…” 

you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek, slumping in your seat a little and resisting the urge to roll your eyes

you still have no clue what jimin’s problem is with you, but at this point you’ve gotten used to the way he acts like you literally do not exist at all 

you mentioned it to jungkook one time, wondering if maybe you were just looking too far into it and that there was nothing to take personally to which he responded with an enthusiastic nod and a “no, i also get the vibe that he doesn’t like you and i have no idea why… just let him be an ass if he wants to be one, don’t stoop to his level. life is too short to waste energy on weird people.” 

so if jimin wants to continue being an ass to you, you’re just gonna let it roll off you like water off a duck’s back 

“funny enough, y/n and i were gonna go to your party last year, but the kids in y/n’s building were trick or treating so we decided to stay home and watch horror movies and hand out candy instead-“ jungkook clears his throat, eyes flickering over to you for a brief second, “we also, like, decorated the doorway like it was a haunted apartment to freak the kids out. and y/n had this great idea to have a cauldron filled with warm spaghetti and she told the kids it was brain stew-“ 

“oh my god, i forgot about that-“ you snort, “i feel like we should’ve done, like, warm pudding instead or something, but the spaghetti kinda had the same effect and my kitchen smelled like an italian restaurant for two weeks after that-“ 

“let’s talk costumes!” jimin interrupts you, smacking his palm down on the table before pointing his pen at ji-eun and jungkook, “please don’t show up in anything tacky.” 

“we were thinking barbie and ken!” ji-eun grins, “not tacky, totally trendy — i know we probably won’t be the only barbie and kens in the room, but it’s just so trendy and i loved her pink sequinned cowboy outfit- or if that’s not available, i think the 80s skater costumes were a vibe-“ 

“i can’t whait to talk about horshes and capitahlism wiv a bunch of ovher kensj.” jungkook laughs lightly with a mouthful of sandwich, dabbing his mouth with his napkin before crumpling it up into a ball and tossing it at you

you scowl playfully when it bounces off your forehead and lands on the ground 

“you could go as allen, y/n. that’d be pretty funny.” jungkook swallows his bite, and you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to include you in every part of the conversation because you can practically see the pity for you radiating off of him in waves 

you know for a fact he feels bad that he’s not been able to hang out with you as much lately because every time you do hang out he always brings you a drink or a snack with sympathetic little puppy dog eyes

and every time you have lunch with him and ji-eun he’s always making an effort to include you in the conversation — especially when jimin is around because again, it’s pretty clear the guy doesn’t like you 

you and jungkook spent an entire afternoon trying to figure out why he didn’t like you so much, but you couldn’t come up with any conclusive results, so now whenever jimin is around, jungkook makes even more effort to include you in the conversation 

“allen was my favourite character, so that’s not even a bad idea.” you chirp, pulling out one of the flyers from jimin’s neat pile before looking at it for the details

“oh, right. yeah, you can come too, i guess.” jimin clears his throat quietly, taking the flyer back from you with a chuckle, “…you don’t seem like you’d have anything crazy going on on a friday night.”  

“i can come too? i thought that everyone was invited to this thing?” you raise an eyebrow, pointing to the little note on the flyer, “all it says is general admission.”

“…right.” jimin smiles sweetly at you, “and i suppose i’ll waive the fee for you since you’re… friends with jungkook.” 

“how sweet of you.” you respond curtly, offering a smile just as sweet before letting it drop as soon as he looks away

you are absolutely dreading having to go to this party. 

»»————- 👻 ————-««

“are you sure you don’t want us to come and pick you up? ji-eun has space in her car, you’d just have to sit in the back with all the drinks n stuff-“ 

“i’m good, jungkook, really-“ you mutter, pausing for a second to smudge out your lipstick before leaning back in your chair and turning side to side to look at your finished look 

not that this is jungkook’s fault, but the fact that the two of you really haven’t been hanging out as often gave you a lot of time to think about what you wanted to dress up as for jimin’s halloween costume, and after a solo spooky movie binge the other weekend, you decided that you wanted to dress up as emily from the corpse bride

sure, it’s been done so many times — but you love the movie and you love emily and you had so much time to get everything you needed for this costume so why not dress up as her?? 

you reach up to adjust your blue wig, tugging at it slightly to make sure it’s nice and secure 

“i’m just gonna uber there! plus, my place is kind of out of the way if you guys are already headed to jimin’s.” you clear your throat, “thank you for the offer though. make sure to let ji-eun know i really appreciate the gesture.” 

“okay, i will…” jungkook murmurs, and you can tell by the tone in his voice that he wants to say something but he’s holding himself back, “i guess i’ll see you at the party, then? we’ll probably be there in about forty minutes.” 

“yes, i’ll see you guys at the party.” you nod, wiping the leftover blue lipstick on your fingers on a tissue before reaching over to get ready to press the hangup button 

“y/n?” jungkook’s voice crackling out from your phone speaker makes you pause, and you pull your hand back 

“yea?” 

“we’re- we’re good, right?” the question is somewhat of a surprise to you due to its weirdly serious, non-jungkook nature, your eyes flickering down to look at the contact photo you have set for your friend

he grins like a maniac at the camera, eyes wide and lit up with excitement at the cheesy corn dog he’s holding in front of him 

the corner of your mouth twitches in a fond smile at the memory of that day — jungkook was convinced he’d be able to eat three corn dogs in one sitting and the day ended with him basically destroying your toilet and then refusing to let you use it until the smell cleared out 

“what do you mean?” you clear your throat quietly, lips parting to say something else before you press them together and decide against it

“i mean- i know we haven’t been hanging out a lot lately so i just-“ jungkook coughs, “you know, you’re my best friend and i wanna make sure that everything is… good between us.” 

“i-“ you pause again, gaze averting to the side as you think about his comment 

if you’re being completely honest, you don’t think everything is good between the two of you — the first reason why being the fact that you are still completely and utterly head over heels in love with him, and the second reason being that he’s in a relationship with someone else and you’re really not sure how much more of this you can take before you go insane 

but this isn’t exactly something you can hash out over a crackly phone call, and you’re really not in the mood to potentially destroy two relationships at once 

you really don’t know what you’re going to do about this emotional mess, but what you do know is that you’re going to have to take it day by day until you’re eventually ready to face it head on — and tonight, your only job is to smile, enjoy being young, and have lots of fun at what you’re sure is going to be an amazing party despite it being hosted by someone who hates your guts for no reason 

“we’re- we’re good, kook.” you manage to push out, despite the words practically fighting their way out of your mouth, “you’re my best friend, too.” 

“okay. so i’ll see you soon?” 

“yea.” you look at yourself in the vanity mirror, wondering if the sadness in your eyes will make your costume that much more believable, “i’ll see you soon.” 

»»————- 👻 ————-«« 

the six pack of lime seltzer water (you got the fancy kinds in glass bottles) clinks in their cardboard carrier as you walk on the sidewalk, blue heels clicking against the pavement as you follow the path leading up towards the house that-

“holy shit.” your jaw drops at the sheer size of this literal mansion — what looks to be an endless number of burgundy bricks separated by neat, thin layers of cement that are stacked on top of each other, two large, white columns that cast identical shadows on the curved sidewalk leading up to the large, black front door, and not to mention, the insane halloween decorations: huge spider webs stretched over the door and windows, fairy lights wrapped around the columns, a stack of pumpkins sitting by the front steps kardashian-style 

you don’t like jimin but you have to hand it to him, he sure can throw a party 

“s’cuse us, sorry!” a trio of girls dressed up as sluttier versions of the powerpuff girls brush past you, bubbles turning around to shoot you a grin, “love your costume, by the way!”

“oh, thank you!” your face immediately breaks into a wide grin, “you guys look great, too-“ 

the random compliment lifts your mood up slightly — you know you’re more than capable of making friends anywhere you go, so if jungkook is too busy mingling with the other couples, you know you’ll be fine 

and hopefully jimin will be too busy playing host to give you any attitude tonight 

you lift your dress up as you make your way up the steps, the corners of your mouth lifting in an excited smile when you see taehyung standing by the door greeting people and collecting their $10 by… having them tuck the bills into the waistband of his boxers

“magic mike?” you laugh, taehyung’s right eye dropping in a wink before thrusts his hips towards you 

“you know it, baby-“ he coos, reaching over to pinch the fabric of your dress to pull you towards him, your cheeks flushing when you stumble into his chest, “be nice to me and i’ll give you a lil lap dance in one of the private rooms-“ 

“taehyung, i swear to god, do not let any of those bills fall into your boxers because i’m not touching anything that touched your penis-“ jimin pops up behind taehyung dressed in a veryaccurate joker costume, his usual blonde hair dyed completely green for the look 

“hi, welcome to the party, $10 an admiss-“ the sweet smile immediately drops from his face when he realises it’s you, jimin leaning back slightly, “wow, corpse bride!” jimin nods, looking you up and down, “seems fitting.” he mutters under his breath, watching as taehyung tapes the neon orange bracelet around your wrist 

“nice to see you too, jimin.” you raise an eyebrow, lifting the six pack up with your other hand, “i didn’t want to come empty-handed, so i brought some drinks!”

“you brought six drinks for a house party? six sparkly waters, too… interesting.” jimin scoffs lightly, plucking the carrier from you before offering you a saccharine sweet smile, “how thoughtful of you. drinks are in the kitchen - first two shots are free, and then it’s $15 a shot after that. cocktails are $5 each, mocktails are $3- you seem like a shirley temple girl anyway- and all of it can be paid through venmo. the bartender will answer any other questions you have. bathrooms are upstairs, and the results to the costume competition will be announced at the end of the night. there are fifteen winners, and the votes are made by everyone here, so you might have a shot at winning something here.” jimin steps aside, gesturing towards the party, “have fun!”

“thank you, jimin.” you smile politely, stepping into the house and immediately rolling your eyes as soon as you turn away from him

so you weren’t able to completely avoid his dickheadedness, but hopefully that’ll be your only interaction with him tonight considering he’s probably going to be busy playing businessman all night 

$15 a shot is kind of insane, though 

you keep your phone pressed flush to your chest as you manoeuvre your way through the packed floor, the neon lights flashing and disco ball glimmering from above making it damn near impossible to navigate this place without bumping into backs and stepping on toes  

the DJ pumps his arm up into the air as he continues spinning his fingers against the discs, the crowd going wild as the song builds up to the chorus 

you can already tell that most of the people here are drunk (you can smell it, too) and you know, if you can’t beat ‘em, why not join them? 

you can find jungkook later, and alcohol is definitely going to make this night a little easier to handle 

“hi!” you smack your hands down on the marble countertop when you finally make your way to the bar, the vampire bartender turning to glance at you over his shoulder before tossing a cloth over his shoulder, “i want- something. shots, a drink, anything-“ your voice is already straining from the way you’re basically screaming over the music but this seems to be the proper way to communicate at a party like this 

“wait, y/n?” your eyes light up when you realise that it’s none other than namjoon in charge of the drinks (and you wonder if your friendship with him will mean he gives you more drinks without charging you for it) and you let out a gasp as you lean over the counter to grasp onto his wrist

“namjoon!” you grin, “oh my god, thank god, finally someone i know at this damn party. why didn’t you tell me you were going to be here??”

“why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be here?! i haven’t seen you at the library at all, otherwise i definitely would’ve talked to you about it- what can i get for you?” 

“top-shelf tequila, baby. i saw the list of brands that jimin bought - i want the most expensive one.” you raise an eyebrow, namjoon laughing to himself before nodding 

“alright, i gotcha- you need any chasers with that?” 

“you got cranberry juice?” 

“for you, i’ve got anything-“ namjoon smirks, holding a finger up to excuse himself  

it’s five seconds later that you’re presented with not one, not two, but three shots of tequila, namjoon winking at you as he slides the cranberry juice chasers over to you as well

“you better take these before jimin realises i’ve given you a freebie- i’m about to take a break here, someone else is gonna come in a sec to replace me- you wanna dance?” 

“um, of course i do!” you can’t help but squeal excitedly, “take one with me!” you push a shot glass towards him, namjoon shrugging before picking up the shot and downing it in less than two seconds

you take your second shot, eyes squinting as the burn of alcohol trickles down your throat 

you immediately shudder, reaching for the cranberry juice and tossing it down the hatch 

“oh, jesus-“ you hiss, shuddering against before sticking your tongue out in disgust, “god, that cranberry juice does not help whatsoever-!” you don’t get much of a chance to say anything else before namjoon has his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, giggles bubbling out of your mouth as he drags you towards the crowded dance floor to join the rest of the drunken crowd 

»»————- 👻 ————-«« 

okay, so maybe this party didn’t turn out to be as bad as you thought it was going to be! 

“that- oh my god-!” you throw your head back in laughter when namjoon pulls out the worst dance moves you’ve ever seen, your eyes pinching shut as you clutch at your stomach 

you’re not sure how much time has passed (to be fair, it’s gonna be hard to tell how much time has passed when you’re at a massive house party with flashing lights and nothing but the sound of speakers booming to guide you) but you know you’ve been having a lot more fun with namjoon than you’ve had with jungkook these last few weeks) ((in fact you’re having so much fun that you almost forgot you were supposed to be heartbroken that the love of your life is with someone else, but also, that could probably be the alcohol taking over)) 

you know at some point you’re going to have to go over and say hi to jungkook eventually because you don’t want him to think that you’re purposely ignoring him or something — after all, it’s not his fault that he likes ji-eun and it’s not something you can pin on him and grill him for — but for now, you’re going to dance a little more, sing a little more, and- 

“i gotta pee!” you gasp all of a sudden, realising that you haven’t peed once since coming here and there’s a lot of tequila sloshing around in your system

“what?” namjoon furrows his brows, reaching up to tap against his ear, “too loud, can’t hear you!” 

“i gotta go pee!” you repeat yourself, pointing towards the staircase leading upstairs, “’m gonna go pee n then ‘m gonna come right back-“ 

“oh, pee?” namjoon nods, finally catching your words before stepping aside a little, “okay, i’ll be right here!” 

»»————- 👻 ————-«« 

the silence of the bathroom is more than welcome as soon as you step in and flick the lights on, not at all surprised to see a pair of elegant looking wall sconces lighting up the space 

you squint your eyes as you lean into the mirror, double checking that your makeup is still somewhat intact and you don’t look insane 

“hm. not bad.” you mutter to yourself, turning your head from side to side before nodding, reaching down to pull the endless amounts of tulle up so you can hopefully not piss all over yourself in your tipsy state 

…

…

…

you set the lid down as the toilet flushes, turning the tap on and rinsing your hands underneath the cool water 

“oh, damn-“ you wince when you realise you’re washing some of the blue body paint away and you quickly turn the tap off, shaking the water off your hands before reaching for a neatly folded cotton towelette of course, because regular paper towels aren’t fancy enough for a park jimin party 

you give yourself one last glance in the mirror (you could use a little more lipstick but it’s dark down there so no one’s going to be able to tell anyway) before flicking the lights off 

“oops! i’m sorry-“ you apologise instinctively when you open the door and stumble right into someone, taking a few steps back before looking up to see that it’s jimin, “oh, hey…” you clear your throat quietly, standing up a little straighter before offering him a meek smile 

you always feel like you’re in trouble when you’re around jimin and it’s the worst feeling in the world 

like he’s the principal and you just got caught cheating on a test and he’s about to call home to tell your parents as punishment 

or he’s an officer and he’s about to test you with the breathalyser and you know you’re going to fail because you definitely can’t walk in a straight line right now 

“why am i not surprised that you clearly don’t know how to handle alcohol?” jimin snorts, holding his hands out in case you fall over, “you better not throw up all over me, this suit is custom made-“

“i wasn’t throwing up in the bathroom, i just went in there to pee-“ you roll your eyes, placing both hands on your hips before shaking your head, “you are ridiculous, you know that? even if i was throwing up in your stupid fancy toilets, the normal thing to do would be to ask if me i was okay and if i needed some water! you- you are just so self-centred and just-“

“yeah, uh-huh-“ jimin reaches up to pat the side of your face with a smile, “by the way, if you were looking for jungkook, he’s at the VIP booth with ji-eun and the rest of us.”

“oh, perfect!” you nod, thankful for the information, “i’ll pop over and say hi in a bit, i think it’d be good to sit down too because my heels are kind of killing me and i wouldn’t be surprised if i had, like, a million blisters right now-“ 

“woah, i never said you were allowed to be in the booth with us.” jimin scoffs, pressing a hand against your shoulder to keep you from moving, “silly girl.” 

your lips part slightly as you look at him, and for a moment the only thing that can be heard is the faint boom and bass of the music playing from downstairs 

“are you… serious?” you ask, unsure if jimin’s joking with you or not

the bored expression on his face tells you that he is indeed, super serious 

all of this just feels so incredibly cliquey and immature and stupid and you know that you’re supposed to be the bigger person because jimin clearly won’t be and you like to think that you’re ten times more emotionally mature than him but he’s making it harder and harder for you to not want to shred up his nice suit with a pair of scissors and cuss him out in front of everyone 

“i’m dead serious. i’m just telling you this so that you don’t embarrass yourself when your drunk ass stumbles over and tries to join us.” jimin says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world, “enjoy the rest of the party, sweetheart.” he brushes past you to head into the washroom and-

“you’re a fucking dickhead, you know that?” you snap, jimin stopping in his tracks before turning his head slightly so you can just make out the side of his face, “i think i’ve been nothing but nice to you ever since i met you, and to be honest, i can’t even think of one reason why you are constantly so fucking rude and overall just unpleasant to me. i don’t say anything when you purposely cut me out of the conversation, i don’t nag when you ignore my questions and comments but respond to everyone else’s, and most importantly, i’ve never called you out for being a jackass when i think i’ve had every chance and opportunity to. if you have a problem with me, then just say so so that we can hash this stupid weird rivalry out and just get along. your best friend and my best friend are in a relationship, and i think it’s in everyone’s best interest that we at least try to get along-“

“oh, shut the fuck up, y/n.” jimin scoffs, turning around to face you, “you know, you always act like you’re better than everyone else, that’s why i don’t like you.”

you feel your shoulders stiffen at the comment before you shrug, crossing your arms over your chest, “well, i’m sorry if i’ve given you that impression but that’s not my intention, i don’t think i’m better than you, i don’t think i’m better than everyone else, and i can’t control how you feel about me but-“ 

“oh my god, even when you’re confronting me about being a dickhead to you you’re still being a sensible goddamn person, it’s like you’re purposely trying to piss me off-“ 

“okay, well, i’m not going to apologise to you for literally being myself because there’s nothing i can do about it. this is a you problem, not a me problem, so if you insist on being such an unreasonable drama queen for however long we’re going to have to spend time together, then i think the solution here is just for you to ignore me — which, you’re already doing a stellar job of, congratulations — and in return, i’ll happily ignore you.”

“i hate when people aren’t themselves. i pick up on that shit right away, and i gotta tell you, y/n, you might be the fakest person of them all.”

“what the hell are you talking about?” 

“i think we both know you’re hiding something from all of us. i think you’re hiding something from yourself, too. i think you’re lying to yourself.” 

there’s a pregnant pause in the conversation and for a second you want to ask him what exactly he’s implying here, but… 

“alright, jimin, well-“ you turn around to head towards the stairs, “you’re fuckin’ being weird, and i’m just trying to have a good time, so i’m just gonna go back down-“ 

“yeah, have a wonderful rest of your evening, corpse bride-“ 

you resist the very strong urge to whip around and literally just strangle the man, but you remind yourself that before you had this little interaction you were actually having a very good time 

“y/n!” jungkook stands at the bottom of the staircase as you make your way down, being careful not to trip over your heels, “hi!” 

“jungkook! oh, there you are- i was wondering where you were-“ you loop an arm with his as you drag him through the hoards of people and towards the bar (you really need a drink and it looks like namjoon is back on the clock)

“there you are!” he laughs lightly, reaching over to tap your hand gently, “i’ve been texting you all night trying to figure out where you were but- is your phone on do not disturb or something?“

“no, it’s not! i’m sorry, i should’ve checked my phone-“ you smile sheepishly, “i’ve been dancing with namjoon this whole time but- where are you guys sitting?”

“i don’t know, some area that jimin squared off for us and a few others- ji-eun’s been asking about you, she wanted to say hi-“ 

“oh! oh my god, yeah, i should probably go say hi to ji-eun-“ you gesture for namjoon to get you some water and he nods, grabbing a cup and filling it up for you, :your ken costume turned out great, by the way-“ you laugh, patting jungkook’s bare chest, “it’s, uh- it’s really giving horses and the patriarchy.”

“thank you, thank you- and your costume turned out so cool too, we should watch corpse bride again when we eventually have another movie night-“ 

“sure! sure, for sure.” you clear your throat quietly, a moment of awkward silence settling in between the two of you 

your friendship feels so… different now 

like there’s this unspoken air of something in between you and jungkook like an invisible brick wall 

and maybe it’s the liquid courage currently sloshing around in your body and the leftover exhilaration from finally calling jimin out on his bullshit, but now you have the urge to talk to jungkook about the weird tension 

“hey, kook, listen-“ you reach up to scratch the back of your neck, “there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you but i’ve definitely been putting off for a while…” 

all of a sudden, a drum roll begins to boom from the speakers, the spotlights darting around the crowd before shining towards the main stage at the front of the room, whoops and cheers bouncing off the walls as jimin waltzes his way towards the microphone, a cocky smirk on his face as he raises his hand to get people to quiet down 

“oh, shit, the costume competition results!!” jungkook nudges your side as the two of you turn to face the front, “we can talk about it later, i wanna see who won what- i voted myself for best ken costume, so-“ 

you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding and you nod, thankful for the interruption 

maybe it’s a good thing you were interrupted 

telling him in the middle of a party probably wasn’t the best idea, anyway

»»————- 👻 ————-«« 

once again, you really have to hand in to jimin 

the man truly knows how to throw a party, because it seems like just about everyone is having the time of their lives — and this costume competition just made things so much more fun

there are definitely a lot of good costumes here tonight and jimin decided to change it up with twenty-five different categories to go through so he’s kind of speed running through the names 

most scary costume, most realistic costume, most well-made costume: he’s got a lot of categories to get through 

you keep a content smile on your face as the costume contest continues to go on, enjoying jimin’s commentary to the point that you nearly forget that the two of you hate each other and he totally just disrespected you like he’s never disrespected you before twenty minutes ago 

“i wonder how that guy made it look like his head was floating… that shit was so cool.” jungkook claps his hands along with the crowd and you nod enthusiastically

“i know, right?! i’m sure he probably took it off tiktok or something - we can definitely look it up after the party and maybe we can try to recreate-“ you stop yourself mid-sentence, suddenly remembering that you guys haven’t exactly been the closest as of late so it feels weird to be offering to do something together, “um-“ you clear your throat, offering a half-hearted shrug, “yeah, we can, like, look it up later or something. maybe you and ji-eun can figure it out and let me know.” 

“yeah! or- you know, you and me-“ jungkook licks over his chapped lips, “like- you know, like- old times or whatever-“

“yeah, yeah- maybe! maybe-“ 

“now, before i announce this special category, i have something to read because-“ jimin sucks in a breath through his teeth before cocking his head to the side, “well, let’s just say it’s some context for the best simp costume of the night.”

you can’t help but frown at the strange category — out of all the halloween costume competitions you’ve been to, “best simp” has certainly never been one that you’ve seen before 

“just wanna remind everyone that this is just a costume competition, everything is based off the costume you’re wearing.” jimin adds, taking a slip of paper out of his back pocket before unfolding it with nimble fingers, “so, uh- you know. don’t take anything seriously, you know? just gotta loosen up and have fun.” 

your brows dip slightly at the weird disclaimer 

…

something about this doesn’t feel right.  

“dear j, this is something that i’ve wanted to tell you for a while but have never had the courage to until now. throughout our entire friendship, you’ve been so kind and loyal and honest with me, and i think that you deserve the same, so this is me being honest with you.” jimin speaks into the microphone, reading the words off the slip of paper with a tone of amusement laced in his powder-soft voice, “to be honest, i’ve liked you for nearly a year now, and i’ve tried so many times to push those feelings down but it’s clear that my feelings aren’t going anywhere anytime soon…” he recites, a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth as he puts the piece of paper down, “any thoughts on who the winner could be? or should i keep going?” 

your eyelids flutter slightly at the weird change in mood of the lines and a strange feeling of familiarity of those words

“me at that one hot english professor.” a voice pipes out from the crowd and that gets a round of laughter 

you laugh along politely, but you can’t help but feel as though something is off 

something is off

something is very, very off

“i cherish you as a friend and the last thing i want to do is to make things weird, so… you don’t have to worry about my feelings, you know?” 

oh my god. 

you feel the blood immediately drain from your face when you finally realize why these lines are so familiar — it’s because they’re from the note you wrote for jungkook when you were going to tell him you liked him. 

your brain begins to work overtime to figure out how the hell jimin got his hands on that note and why the hell he’d think it’d be okay to read it aloud to this massive group of people and what the hell he’s even doing right now  

“what i’m trying to say is that i like you, j. i like you so much that i don’t know where to even put my feelings, and i’m sick of holding my feelings back and pretending that i’m fine with being just your friend.” 

you know that jimin’s never really been a fan of you, but even this seems like too much of a dickhead move even for him 

you pluck at the cuff of your sleeve anxiously, tracing your steps all the way back to the day you were going to tell jungkook about your feelings for him and the note that you’d accidentally given him that you were hoping was rotting away somewhere in a dump yard but clearly isn’t 

jungkook said he’d given ji-eun the note to spit her gum out into 

but what if she uncrumpled the paper and saw the note?

and what if jimin was there when she uncrumpled the note? 

and then they read it together and ji-eun mentioned that you were reciting this aloud in the bathroom and-

your heart starts to race in your chest and you feel the hairs prickle on your arms as anxiety begins to bubble in your stomach, and you know that no one’s looking at you but you feel like everyone’s looking at you 

you feel sick

you feel like you’re going to throw up and explode at the same time 

“how could you like someone for a year and not tell ‘em?” jungkook snorts, nudging you with his elbow, “who do you think the poor sucker is who said that?” 

“beats me.” you breathe out, feeling yourself shrink slightly when you notice jimin starting to scan the audience, clearly laser-focused on finding you, “i have to- um, i think i need some fresh air, it’s a little warm in here-“ 

“oh- okay-“ jungkook doesn’t get the chance to say much else before you’re turning around, pushing yourself through the crowd of people and trying your best to stay calm 

just breathe

in and out

in and out 

in and out in and out in and out oh my god HURRY UP MOVE MOVE MOVE-

you’re sure that no one will notice if you slink out through the back

and you can always text namjoon later and say that it was great spending time with him but you had a personal emergency and needed to leave the party earlier 

and if jimin decides to expose you, at least you’ll be gone and out of this house and nowhere near any of these people and you don’t have to look at their stupid sympathetic faces and you don’t have to deal with- 

“and the best simp of the night goes to our lovely corpse bride.” 

you freeze when the spotlight lands on you, your heart going a hundred miles a minute as it starts to beat harder and faster in your chest 

you only manage to turn your head weakly to glance over your right shoulder, catching jimin in your peripheral view before you’re slowly twisting around to face him, feet glued to the ground 

“why don’t you come up here and accept your sash, corpse bride?” jimin smirks, plucking the satin sash from (a shocked looking) taehyung’s arms before raising it up in the air slightly, “congratulations on winning, you get two free drinks from the bar. one for you and one for… well, probably also you. get on up here and claim your coupons!” 

you feel your face burning bright red in humiliation and you’re unable to tear your eyes away from jimin, your hands clenched into tight fists at your sides

this is a nightmare

this is actually a nightmare 

this is traumatising in so many ways 

the music seems to quiet down, a loud silence washing over the room as people look at you with expressions of confusion on their faces, everyone clearly a little thrown off at the weird category 

eyes, there are just a million pairs of eyes on you and you feel like you can’t move or breathe or even do anything but stand still in shock

it’s only then that you notice the calculating look on jungkook’s face, his eyelids fluttering slightly before his eyes widen and his head snaps up and over to look at you

his lips part slightly as his eyes dart over the features of your face and you feel your entire body flushing in humiliation and shame, forcing your eyes away from your friend and back to the dickhead on the stage 

“you are really something else, park jimin.” you manage to mutter out before turning on your heel and pushing your way through the crowd, people stepping aside to let you out 

“aw, where are you going? you had a great costume, that’s all we were trying to say!” jimin laughs, actually laughs into the microphone before shrugging, tossing the sash over his shoulder before moving on, “alright, well, more drinks for me, i guess. the next category is best couple’s costume-“ 

“y/n- y/n, wait!” jungkook’s voice is the one thing you hear among the music and bustle of the crowd but he’s the last person you want to talk to right now so you pick up your pace upon spotting the front door 

tears blur your vision as you finally burst out into the open air, your chin trembling as you try your best to keep your composure and not completely burst into tears

“oh my god, oh my fucking god-“ you whimper, sucking in large breaths of air 

run, run, run, the only instinct you have is to run, and you reach down to yank both heels off before taking off into a sprint, the grass slightly damp beneath your bare feet 

it feels very cliché to be running out of a mansion in a big poofy dress, but you can’t even take the moment to laugh at yourself because the only thing you can focus on is the fact that everything has changed completely and you’re forced to face reality a lot sooner than you would’ve liked 

“y/n, come on!” you turn to glance over your shoulder to see jungkook hot on your trail, “you can’t just run away from a discussion you don’t want to have, we need to talk because we both know that things have been off since i started dating ji-eun and now-“ 

“okay, well, now you know, then!” your chest heaves as you come to a stop to catch your breath (you have no idea why you thought running would be a good idea, you get winded after thirty seconds on the treadmill), spinning around to face your friend who skids to a stop, tripping over his feet a little before standing up straight, “the secret’s out, jungkook. we finally solved the puzzle. i love you. i’ve loved you for so long that i don’t even remember when i started feeling this way, but all i know is i love you. you’re the first person i think of when i wake up and you’re the last person i think about before i fall asleep. i would literally drop everything i was doing if you needed me, and you’re the only person i want to spend my free time with.” all the words that you’ve been holding in for the last who knows how long finally spill out, your mouth running uncontrollably, “i love you so much that i helped you set up your date with ji-eun, i love you so much that i’m willing to run in the rain just to get you a teddy bear and a bouquet that’s not even going to me, jungkook, i-“ you blubber, reaching up to wipe at your eyes, “i don’t know what to do. there is no one else in the world i’d rather be with than you, jungkook, and i- to be honest, maybe it’s a good thing that jimin did what he did because you do deserve to know the truth and you do deserve to know how i really feel about you. if this didn’t happen i think i’d just keep it to myself for the rest of my life, but you deserve to know this. i love you, jungkook. i love you and i don’t know if i can keep being friends with you if you’re dating someone else because it’s actually killing me on the inside-“ 

“i love you, y/n,” jungkook breathes out, and you feel yourself letting out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding

relief 

for the first time in a long time, you feel relieved, like a massive weight’s just been lifted off your shoulders 

you feel your heart soar in your chest, and suddenly it’s like all the humiliation and shame has completely washed away, and suddenly you have the feeling to run back into the house to thank jimin for doing this because you know you wouldn’t have said anything if it weren’t for this slightly traumatising experience 

“i love you, i do, but… not in that way.” his shoulders droop slightly and you feel your heart beginning to crackle like a delicate glass sculpture, each splinter creating more damage than the last, “i love you like you’re the first person i call when i get good news because i know you’ll be proud of me, or when i get bad news because i know you’ll be there to comfort me. i love you, like i envision you standing next to me at my wedding fixing my tie or calming me down when whoever i end up marrying is walking down the aisle. i love you like you’ll be fun auntie y/n who spoils my kids with shopping sprees at the mall and who allows them an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner. i love you because you make me a better person, i love you because you encourage me to be the best version of myself i can possibly be. i love you because you remind me to be smart and kind and humble and honest and i trust you to be the one to put me in my place if i ever need it but i-“

“stop.” you feel nauseated hearing all of these words coming out of his mouth, telling you that he loves you because and he loves you because but not just i love you too. “just stop, jungkook.” you know that you can’t control someone else’s feelings but you can control your own reactions, and if jungkook would’ve kept rattling on you don’t know what you would’ve said but you know you probably would’ve lashed out at him 

and it’s good that you finally got your answer, right? he loves you, but not in that way — not in the way that you love him 

“y/n, please-“ jungkook whispers, reaching out for you, his eyebrows scrunching together when you take a small step back, wrapping your arms around yourself, “please, i can’t lose you as a friend, you mean so much to me-“ 

“i need some time.” you manage to force out, the sickening feeling of humiliation and shame and embarrassment and disappointment and frustration and anger swirling around in your stomach, “i just need some time.”

“how much time?” 

“you should probably go back to the party.” you clear your throat quietly, offering your friend a weak smile, “i heard you and ji-eun were up for best couple’s costume. not saying that jimin rigged the system or anything, but-“ 

“y/n, how much time?” jungkook’s looking at you with sad puppy-dog eyes, and though it breaks your heart to see him like that, you need to put yourself first for once 

every instinct inside of you screams to console jungkook, to reassure him and let him now that you’ll still be around but you just need some space from him and the whole situation 

your eyes begin to water again as you press your lips together, shaking your head quietly, “i’m gonna go see if i can catch the bus home.” 

»»————- 👻 ————-«« 

(- “the FUCK is wrong with you, huh?!” jungkook barks, slamming jimin up against the wall before grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt, “you sadistic fuck, who in their right mind would ever fucking do that to another human being?!” 

“i’m the sadistic one?” jimin laughs, reaching up to wrap his fingers around jungkook’s wrists, “are you fucking serious? you’re the one whose been dangling yourself in front of y/n like a damn carrot to a starved rabbit-“ 

“what are you talking about?”

“you can’t stand here and honestly say that you didn’t have an inkling that y/n liked you more than a friend. i’ve seen the way you talk to her, i’ve seen the way you look at her, i’ve seen the way you are around her- you think i’m the evil one? at least i don’t take advantage of my friends who are CLEARLY head over heels in love with me and would obviously do anything i wanted them to do and ask them to help me set up a date that i’m taking someone else out on-“ 

“get a fucking life and mind your own damn business for once, you motherf-“) 

🎙️ console y/n or call out jimin because what the hell was that?! (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 

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[herbanwytch]

Happiest of birthdays to the one who makes me smile, makes me think, makes me ponder all of life’s mysteries and infuriates me every single day without fail for at least 3 seconds. 62 but not a day over 19. You’re still my favorite teenage boy😂 I love you so much @jameslgehring ❤️ you’re dad, Uncle Jim and friend to so many and now you’re Grandpa…. But to me? You’ll always be that adorable guy who I first saw dancing through the rainbow trails. I “knew” you then and chasing you down until you could no longer resist my charms was the smartest thing I ever did. No regrets… ever❤️ Happy to be just a couple of Kooks with you❤️#dad #lover #grandpa #husband #muse #uncle #happybirthday #bestfriend #bff #friend #kooks (at The Herban Inn) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cohx0z6JCVz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#dad #lover #grandpa #husband #muse #uncle #happybirthday #bestfriend #bff #friend #kooks

[donatellawritings]

does bff!rafe ever yell at latina reader? like does he ever correct her/put her in her place like he would prolly be so hot

he’s kinda mean in this one sorry :(

it wasn’t an often occurrence for you to be put in your place by rafe, but it did happen at times. you were always so perky and bubbly that just couldn’t contain yourself, or you worked yourself out to the point of being a restless little brat. nevertheless, rafe wasn’t afraid to check you back into reality, if needed — plus, he was your bestest friend in this world, he couldn’t steer your wrong! and sure, to the public eye, his methods would seem to be a bit harsh, but you knew deep down that rafe was a man, and men had a duty to take care of the ones they love and keep them in a straight line, right?

today had been one of those days — you were sat next to rafe, all pretty and dolled up, your soft makeup enhanced but your fresh set of lash extensions and dior gloss that glazed your swollen lips, tiffany earrings glinting under the sun as you sat in your slinky cherry blossom skims dress, your feet adorned with miu miu mules. too bad, your doll-like cadence was quickly soured by the displeased frown that painted your face, your doe eyes squinted as you mindlessly chewed on your acrylic nail.

you got off on being the center of rafe’s attention, so having to take the backseat to some blonde kook who was schmooze some free coke out of him was a serious no-no.

crossing your arms, you subconsciously pushed your tits further against your chest, flipping your tousled and freshly layered hair over your shoulder, “fucking pendeja,” you mumbled, just loud enough for rafe to turn to you, his sunglasses covering the silencing glare that he sent your way.

“cut it out,” rafe warns, his voice low as he returns his attention back to the pathetic blonde, leaving you dumbfounded and a bit embarrassed.

letting out an unimpressed scoff, you raise from your seat, making your way over to barry who stood with a knowing smirk of his face, “what’s goin’ on, princesa — country club pissin’ y’off again?” he chuckles, taking a sip from the chilled bottle of beer that sat in his grip.

smoothing a manicure hand down your hip, you shrug, batting your full lashes, “i wanna go home, m’bored,” you announce, adjusting the strap of your cream mini prada bag that sat on your shoulder, “a mi no me importa que el dice — he’s mean,” you continue, earning a raised eyebrow from barry.

“if i took y’little ass home, that boy would freak out and m’not dealin’ with his crazy ass,” barry sighs, not missing the way you quickly whipped your head back to rafe, a low huff leaving your lips as he continued flashing his million dollar smile at the ditsy blonde, “yo, he’s just doin’ business, a’ight? don’t need to get all sad,” barry consoles, earning a forced smile from you.

with a small and uneasy nod, you turn your pretty little head to find rafe your rafe man spread with the blonde sat right on his lap, whispering little nothings into her ear as she snorts a line clean off of the coffee table. hot tears were quick to brim at your waterline as you stand with parted lips, your heart beating in your chest as you whip your head back to barry, who ran a stressed hand over his face.

your sad little head could barely process all of the emotions and thoughts that crashed over you. rafe was supposed to be your best friend — he wasn’t supposed to hurt you, he was supposed to be yours. he kissed you, he took you shopping, he danced with you, he read novels with you, he knew you better than you knew yourself … you were supposed to be his girl.

keeping your wet bambi eyes trained on your feet, you let out a quiet whimper, “barry, can you please take me home?” you asked politely, quickly knuckling your stream of tears as barry wordlessly nodded, nudging your forearm with the surface of his rough hand.

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹

sat on your fluffy powder pink duvet, thumb in mouth, you managed to chip the pearlescent polish that coated you structured nail, knees curled into your chest. your dress had been swapped for tiny pink shorts and a skimpy white camisole that clung to your frame. barry was so nice to you, even making sure that you were inside of your house, before he sped off.

you was sparkly eyes now blinked all swollen from your relentless tears, nose and cheeks flushed as the sound of heavy footsteps grew closer to your locked bedroom door, pulling your thumb out of your mouth, you sniffle as rafe’s voice calls out from the other side of your door, his hand fumbling with the secure knob, “c’mon kid, just open the door, yeah? i know y’mad at me,” he sighs, taking a brief pause from jiggling the door knob, before sending a light shove into the door, “i swear to god, i’ll fuckin’ break this door,” he calls out, sending a harder shove into the door.

your doe eyes widened with fear as you hopped off of your bed, rafe’s frustrated hits against the door growing harder as you pad over to unlock the door, barefoot and all.

wrapping your small hand around the knob, you coyly open the door, your short and meek frame met with an impatient rafe who towered over you with blown pupils, “fuck are y’doing, leavin’ with barry, huh?” he questions menacingly, his button-up now revealing his firm chest as he tongues the inside of his cheek, “y-y’say that slick shit while m’doin business, and then y’wanna fuckin’ leave?” he laughs, completely unamused as he cocks his head to the side.

remaining silent, you shrug, bottom lip poked out into a pout as you reach to softly close the door behind rafe, “i dunno,” you whimper, your voice cracked as rafe shoves your arm away from the door, before slamming it shut and locking it with a forceful hand.

“i let y’spoiled ass get away with a looot of shit, don’t i? y’get your little fuckin’ attitude — who’s the one that fixes it, huh?!” rafe asks rhetorically, jabbing his fingers into his chest as you squeeze your dolly eyes shut, stray tears rolling down your cheeks.

letting out an unfazed scoff, rafe shoots a hand out to latch onto your jaw, painfully mushing your cheeks together, “y’think i let people bitch me around, princess? look at me when m’talkin to you!” he shouts, your dewy eyes fluttering open as a choked-up cry leaves your pillowy lips.

gently pawing at rafe’s flexed wrist, your eyes soften, “y’scaring me, papi,” you squeak out, small shorts wedged between your ass cheeks as rafe’s eyes shoot down to the bff locket that sits between the valet of you supple breasts.

returning his eyesight to meet yours, rafe swiftly removes his hand from your sore jaw as he grabs ahold of your waist, spinning you to face your bed as he bends you over the edge of your bed. muffled cries leave your lips, the side of your face mushed against your duvet as rafe’s front pushes against the exposed curves of your ass.

“rafe— stop—”

“m’scarin you, yeah? y’wanna know what a guy like barry would do to your little ass?” rafe mutters, his strong hand maintaining its hold on the back of your head.

“rafe, stop! please!” you scream, pure terror in your voice as you hiccup against the sheets, loud sobs heaving out of you as rafe abruptly pulls away from you.

pained cries seep out of your mouth as you remained bent over, fat teardrops soaking your duvet as you mewl into the soft plush, you heart raced a million miles a minute, shaky hands reaching to cover your own mouth.

passing a hand through his buzzed hair, rafe lets out a shaky breath, the sound of your sharp and intense cries ringing through his ears as he shakes his head, he knew that he went entirely too far. you remained on your bent, your small frame shuddering with shock as your eyes squeezed shut, your wet lashes clumped together.

laying a hesitant hand to your sweaty lower back, rafe winces in shame as you flinch away from his touch with a scared little sob, “fuck — mama, please — m’sorry a’ight,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his ringed finger and thumb, your sharp cries becoming entirely too much for him to bear, “okay-okay, m’gonna sit you on my lap, okay?” he coos, his palm sliding down your back in soothing strokes.

tucking his bottom lip underneath his sharp teeth, rafe waits until your cries has somewhat subsided, before he gently pulls you into his sturdy arms. still skittish, you keep your eyes shut, burying your face to hide in the crook of his cologne-scented neck. low cries sniffle from your nose as rafe carefully maneuvers himself to lean against the headboard of your bed, while keeping you securely curled against him.

“there we go,” he mumbles under his breath, gently placing one of your legs to straddle over him, you back arched as your small hands fist into his shirt for dear life.

raising a hand to stroke over your hair, rafe presses his lips to the side of your head, lightly caressing you, until your breathing evened out, your eyes still closed.

adjusting the waistband of your pink shorts, rafe gently pats your poked out ass, his other hand now scratching at your scalp as he leans his lips closer to your ear, “can y’open your eyes for me — miss those pretty eyes,” rafe asks, his voice light and airy as your fists unravel from his shirt.

slowly raising your head from rafe’s chest, you let out a smooth huff, the tip of your nose shiny as your bloodshot eyes meet rafe’s. allowing his pink lips to expand into a satisfied smile, rafe nudges your chin, “hi pretty girl … didn’t mean to scare y’like tha—”

“i thought you were going to hurt me, papi. i-i don’t like when you get like that,” you rush out, licking over your dry lips, your fingers lazily fumbling with the hem of rafe’s shirt.

mindlessly drumming his hands against the sides of your hips, rafe nods in agreeance, “i know, sweetheart an—”

“and i left, because you w-were with that stupid girl and you let her sit on your lap … you only let me do that,” you cut in once more, tits stretching against the thin fabric of your cami as you take in a shaky inhale, still not secure enough to maintain an elongated eye contact with rafe.

bringing both hands to cradle your face, rafe raises your head, requiring your full attention, “gotta let me talk for this one, okay?” he reprimands softly, earning a short nod from you.

just as rafe parted his lips to continue, you sighed, “only i can sit on your lap, mi vida,” you whine.

accepting defeat, rafe nods, pulling you in by your bff necklace to get you in a warm kiss. a gasp of shock seeped into rafe’s mouth from yours as he pulls away with a loud and wet smack, “i know, kid.”

#asks #anon #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #bff!rafe #rafe x reader

[flowerprincesscherryblossom]

mine

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader word count: 2543 warnings: fluff, smut, a lil angst, dom!kook, dirty talk, explicit language, vaginal sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, wall sex, marking, jealous!kook, bff!kook AO3 A/N: request - Hi!! Can i request one where reader is jungkook's bff and he get's jealous of taehyung flirting with her and jk takes her home and fucks th shit out of her? Lol i love possessive jk sORRY, thankss💕 Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

It wasn't like Jungkook was jealous or something, he just didn't like when you paid more attention to his friends than to him.

Especially if said friend was Taehyung. And when it happens right in front of him. Like right now!

Jungkook was laying in his bed, trying for all the world to concentrate on finishing his homework while the Taehyung was blatantly flirting with you and you responded with your giggles, red cheeks, and biting your bottom lip.

It was really fucking annoying.

Jungkook had every right to be angry at this, didn't he? After all, the two of you had best friends since you were babies. You grew up together, spending every moment together either being generally messing around or having sleepovers and nothing could separate the two of you.

Not even high school, when that started and the both of you went your separate ways, him being more of an athelic kind of guy and you being more of a bookworm, you still managed to spend time together - even if sometimes it mainly consisted of him helping you pass P.E. and you helping him study.

The two of you always tried to keep your friendship intact, even after the time where he kissed you when he was fourteen - the two of you had finished your homework and were just laying your bed as you kept talking about a crush you had on some dude and that he had invited you out but you kept freaking out because well, what if the guy was expecting something?

After what felt like forever of that Jungkook just couldn't take it anymore and crashed your lips together. The kiss was slow, gentle and short, as he pulled away he took notice of your expression - wide eyes shocked, red cheeks, biting your bottom lip - Jungkook really liked that look on you. He couldn't stop thinking that if this was how you looked after a simple kiss, how would you look after he had made you cum - he was a teenager, he couldn't help himself.

After the shock passed however you grabbed your notebook and repeatedly hit him in the arm with it because he had just stolen your first kiss.

He didn't regret what he did - not that he would ever admit it - but he always thought that you did because you never talked about that night - but he still had to hear about your disastrous date with the guy.

When college rolled around everything the same, him busy with his film studies and you with your literature and creative writing, he had made new friends along the way and so had you but at the end of the day, the two always made sure that you had enough time to spend with each other.

Even when it came to dating. Jungkook had a line of girls waiting patiently to have a chance with - and he wasn't going to lie and say that he hadn't taken advantage of that just to get some sort of release - but he knew those girls were only there for the night while you were the one that stayed, no matter what.

Maybe that's why this entire situation with Taehyung was pissing him off so much. The two of you had a history together and maybe he was scared that you would forget about him if you started visiting him just to spend time with one of his friends…

He also had a feeling that Tae was doing it on purpose. His evidence? The older boy started to flirt with you after Jungkook had drunkenly admitted that he found you hot, before that you were just 'Jungkook's friend'. The reason why he was drunk? Well, you had canceled on game-night because of a date and Jimin and Taehyung didn't have a better solution after watching him mope around the room.

Or maybe he was just being paranoid.

"I honestly don't understand why every date I go on always ends up the same." you said with a sigh, pulling him out of thoughts.

Tae put a hand on your thigh, softly caressing it, and Jungkook could feel his anger rising at it. "It's okay baby. You're so beautiful and intelligent, that guy's a complete idiot for letting you go."

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. Look, if a guy doesn't want to see you again because you didn't blow him on the first date then he's a fucking moron." he took your face in his hands, putting a few strands of hair behind your ear, and if Jungkook wasn't seeing red before he most definitely was now. "You're smart, beautiful, you fight for what you believe, and whenever the world gives you shit you keep your head held high and do whatever to prove it wrong."

You felt your cheeks reddening at his words as Jungkook kept staring daggers at his elder.

"Listen, why don't I take you out on a date when we're both free? You deserve to spend so quality time with someone that appreciates everything about you."

Taehyung was dead. Jungkook was going to kill him. Even you were shocked by his words, you just kept gaping like a fish.

Before you had a chance to pull yourself together and give him an answer, Jungkook got up from his bed and was next to you in a second. "You know what? It's getting late and it's best if I drop you off at your dorm." he didn't even try to hide the angry tone in his voice.

"O-oh, hum, okay I guess…" you started packing your things, confused by your best friend's actions. Had you done something wrong?

As you walked towards your friend, how was by the door waiting for you, you waved at Taehyung and promising to text him once you reached your decision. And he winked at you which, of course, left you flustered, and made Jungkook angrier than he already was.

Slamming the door, hard enough it could almost break it, and started walking in hurried steps, you behind trying to match his pace.

"Jungkook are you okay?"

"Peachy." he spat, gripping onto your wrist and pulling you along with him.

"Jungkook, what's wrong with you?" you were trying to pull your wrist away from his firm grip but it was proving to be impossible. "Why are you acting like this?"

"I'm fine!" he shouted, making you shrink at his loud angry tone. At the sight of your wide eyes filled with fear, Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "I just… need a moment to think things through."

You nodded and continue walking towards your dorm, taking his hand in yours. He had shouted at you. He had done something that he tried to never do to you and still, you were completely understanding and didn't force him to share, knowing that he would once he felt comfortable enough. And he loved that about you.

The entire walk was made in silence, He felt guilty for what he had done to you but he just couldn't help himself, even if that didn't serve as an excuse. He was just so fucking annoyed at what his friend had done.

The walk was supposed to help calm his overactive mind but instead, it only intensified his thoughts and anger - he couldn't stop thinking of Taehyung touching you, kissing you, calling you his - unintentionally Jungkook's hold on your hand tighten.

He doesn't think he would survive having to see that.

When the two of you arrived at your dorm room you opened the door and pulled him with you before closing it behind him. Your roommate wasn't around, it was just the two of you in the room.

"Now that we're alone, do you mind telling me what's on your mind?" you sounded concerned and he couldn't blame you. The silence was broken by the sound of a text, coming from your phone which you checked almost immediately. "Oh, it's from Taehyung."

At the mention of the other boy's name, Jungkook let out a groan, taking your phone and throwing it on the couch. Before you had a chance to say anything however, he takes hold of your waist and crashes your lips in a harsh, heated kiss.

Devouring your lips like it was his last meal, he takes steps forward to press you against the wall, taking both of your wrists and holding them above you with one hand as the other kept a firm grip on your waist.

Separating for breath, Jungkook leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses of your jaw and neck. You tipped your head back to give him better access.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to see everything Tae did to you and not being able to do anything about it?" he started nipping and sucking at the juncture of your neck, the moans he pulled from your lips and marks he left on you making his cock harden at the thought of everyone knowing that you belonged to him.

"J-Jungkook."

The hand that had been on waist went under your shirt and cupped one of your breasts, switching between fondling it and pitching the nipple, before doing the same to the other one. "Do you know how much I had to control myself and not punch every guy that dared to touch you?"

Suddenly he pulled away from you, wanting to see if you wanted him to continue or to leave, and took note of your appearance - pants leaving your bruised lips, neck filled with his mark, thighs pressing together, lust-filled eyes blown wide - it was all he ever expected and more. "You can't even imagine how many nights I thought of you like this, all for me."

He cupped your face and kissed you, slowly and gently. "If you want me to stop, tell me now because once I start, I'm not gonna stop."

You stared at him for a while before pulling him by the shirt and smashing your lips together. Jungkook wastes no time in urging your mouth open with his tongue which you allow without any resistance, engaging in a dance he easily dominates, swallowing every sound that left you.

He made quick work of discarding you of your clothes, throwing them somewhere behind and leaving you in just your bra and panties, before doing the same himself.

Falling to his knees, he focused on your clothed center, tugging the damp fabric to the side and coming face to face with your dripping heat. Jungkook places one of your thighs over his shoulder and then uses the flat of his tongue to lick from your entrance to your clit.

A soft moan of his name leaves your lips, making his already hardening cock even harder with the fact he was the one making you like this. He moans as he savors the taste of your wetness and buries his face even further between your thighs, making you gasp for air as he brushed the tip of his nose against your clit with every flick of his tongue.

Separating from your heat he inserted two fingers into you, curling them with precision against your sweet spot, making you arch your back and let out a moan of his name louder than you intended.

"That's right baby, let everyone know who's making you feel this good."

"P-Please Jungkook, I-I'm-" a moan escaped you as you felt his lips sucking your clit as fingers kept bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You were so close you could almost taste it.

"Cum for me, cum all over my face." that was all it took for the knot to break, you loudly screamed his name as pleasure washed over you. You leaned against the wall, regaining your breath as Jungkook watched you hungrily as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Pulling your ruined panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere, doing the same with your bra and his underwear. At the image of you bare for him one of his hands found purchase in your chest, fondling it as he kissed and marked your chest.

"I'm not finished yet baby. By the time I'm done, you and everyone else will know who you belong to."

"Jungkook, please," you whined. "Please fuck me."

He cursed under his breath at your desperation, wrapping one of your legs around his waist as he positioned himself at your entrance.

You held your breath as he slid into you, both letting out moans once he bottomed out. You never felt so full in your life.

With a firm grip on your thigh, Jungkook slowly moved his hips back until only his tip remained inside before slamming into you. You arched your back and let out a scream at the sensation as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Louder baby, I want everyone to know who's fucking you this good." his hips moved faster, his grip on you tight enough that you were sure it left bruises. "Let everyone know who owns this sluty cunt."

You could feel every inch of him inside of you, each flush of his pelvis against yours had him hitting your cervix. Each thrust bringing you closer to the end.

"Jungkook, p-please don't stop. I-I'm so c-close." Spurred by your words, Jungkook reached and gripped your other thigh, pulling you closer against him, pinning you between himself and the wall.

He continued to harshly fuck into you, the sound of skin colliding and your loud moans of his name bringing him closer to his own high. His fingers slid down and began to rapidly rub your clit, your head hitting the wall behind you as your nails left crescent marks on his skin.

At the combination of everything, it didn't take long before you were cumming all over him and screaming his name. "That's it baby. Cum all over my cock." his movement becoming sloppier as your walls clenched around him.

He kept slamming against you until you felt his warm release filling you, the sensation almost having you cumming again.

Jungkook held you up like that as you both caught your breath, him still buried inside of you.

Slowly sliding out of you and carefully letting you stand on your own feet, Jungkook took your face in his hands and pecked your lips. "I know it's a little out of order but I would really like to take you out on a date."

You couldn't help the chuckle at seeing him so shy and flustered after what he had done to you. "I'd love to." you kissed him in a slow and gentle manner. "But I think we need a shower first."

He smiled as you started to pull him in the bathroom direction. Finally, you were his and nothing could bring the euphoric feeling he had down. Not even Taehyung asking you out. "By the way, what did Tae wanted?"

"Oh, he wanted to know if you had fucked me already. He had this idea that with the right push he could get you to confess your feelings to me."

Jungkook was going to kill him and then thank him for what he had done.

#bts #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst

[whyse7vn]

MOVING OUT -

[ot7 x reader]

BFFS 😁💜

8 participants - 8 online

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jk: #NEWYEARNEWHOME

#NEWME 🙌🏼

hobi: don’t want to know don’t care shut up

jin: what now

jimin: sighs

tae: AWOMAN 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

yooongi: …

jk: #newbeginings 🙏🏼

namjoon: ??

jk: i’m moving out guys 😆

like living on my own

me

i am

no joke

real life

living with y/n era OVER

hobi: attention seeker

jin: idk if you can even survive on ur own

y/n: he’s being stupid

ignore him pls

jk: house warming party soon guys!!!!

everyone invited unless ur name starts with a j

yoongi: your name starts with a j

jk: everyone invited unless ur surname starts with a j

yoongi: are you stupid

jin: is this about y/ns new bf lmao

y/n: i brought jaehyun over ONCE and now kooks spiralling

jk: idk who is jaehyun sorry idk who that is or what ur talking about sorry idk a thing

namjoon: sighs

yoongi: lowkey valid

y/n: ????????

yoongi: i mean if we were living together and you brought a rat back home i would loose my mind a bit

y/n: namjoon

namjoon: yoongi

yoongi: just saying

jimin: LMAOOO

y/n: not funny

jimin: just a little bit

tae: i heard jaehyun a world famous cheater

y/n: guys

hobi: look you made her upset

jk: y/ns upset?

jin: yikes

jimin: it’s not even my fault

yoongi just makes me giggle some times

yoongi: 🫰🏼

tae: i’ll hold you bbg sshhh don’t cry

namjoon: ew

y/n: i really really like him ok

so if you all could actually maybe just give him a chance and not be assholes for once i would really appreciate it

hobi: ofc pretty <3

jimin: ok but do you love him

namjoon: jimin

jimin: WHAT sorry i really need to know

jk: DONT ANSWER THAT

jin: woah

jk: i mean you don’t have to answer that haha

i’m still moving out btw

tae: i think you should give up i don’t think she’s gonna tell you to stay

omg like a dog

stay

i wish someone would tell me to stay

“stay 😡”

ok bae i’ll stay

am i ur good boy?

tell me i am

look at me

i stayed here

waiting for you

tell me i’m your good boy tell me please

hobi: bro

tae: sorry got lost in the source

namjoon: you mean the sauce?

tae: yesss mayo!!

@y/n tell me to say

y/n: absolutely not

i can tell you to kys tho

tae: Keep Yourself here and Stay

a win for kim taehyung

y/n: kill yourself

tae: no

heheheh

i’m a bad boy tonight

what you gonna do about it 😝

jimin: oh my god stop talking

tae: she wants me

y/n: she has a boyfriend

tae: never even seen that man in the same room as you

u sure you not making this relationship up

y/n: do i need to send you a fucking sex tape to prove it

tae: i mean…..

if you want lol

y/n: ur gross

tae: you’ve kissed me

y/n: top ten worst moments of my life

tae: WOAHHHHHHH

UMMM

OK NOW YOU’VE CROSSED A LINE

namjoon: enough

both of you

y/n: taes a shit kisser

tae: NO I AM NOT

NAMJOON TELL HER IM

NOT OHMYGOD HOW DARE SHE

namjoon: wydm tell her?

ur acting like i’ve kissed you to know

tae: i’ll kiss you

namjoon: i’m going to block you

tae: I AM NOT A SHIT KISSER

jimin: tae can’t kiss tae can’t kiss

tae: STOP I CAN

hobi: that’s really sad actually

jk: can someone do me a favour

yoongi: no

namjoon: what’s the favour?

yoongi: it’s gonna be something stupid

jk: joon can you buy me a house??

yoongi: shocker!!

tae: guys i’m a great kisser ask all the girls i’ve kissed

jimin: girls?

the only other girl you’ve kissed is jennie

tae: THATS NOT TRUE I NEVER KISSED THAT WOMAN IN MY LIFE

hobi: she didn’t let you kiss her even tho you flew all the way to paris for her??

that’s crazy

jin: maybe she was waiting for marriage

y/n: maybe she was waiting for the police

namjoon: i am not buying you a house are you out of ur mind??

jk: but how i’m i supposed to move out?

namjoon: buy ur own house?

tae: why would she be waiting for the police??????

jin: being seen with you is a crime in itself

don’t even get me started of being seen publicly HOLDING HANDS with you

hobi: right yikes

jimin: what’s the french police number?

y/n: fuck knows

jin: baguette snail croisant

jimin: those are not numbers

hobi: isn’t that racist?

jin: to who?

hobi: the french??

jin: you can be racist to the french???????

hobi: i think idk???

jin: shit you better lock me up then

been oui oui baguette eiffel tower bonejawing my whole life

y/n: bonejaw??????????

tae: jin ur like a mega racist…

hobi: do you like trump be honest

jin: tf is trump

jk: namjoon pls oh pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺

yoongi: can you guys not have 2 conversations at once thanks

tae: just say you can’t keep up

yoongi: just kill yourself

tae: WOAH

namjoon get him!!!!

namjoon: am i a dog??

why do i have to always get someone

i think you guys need to learn how to fight ur own battles

tae: dog

“stay😡😡😡😡”

w-what’s happening to me 😰😭

🧍🏻‍♂️… 🧎🏻‍♂️…. 🐕

arf? 🥺

*head tilt*

jimin: this is why women avoid you

tae: take a leaf out of my book bro

jimin: would genuinely rather die

hobi: /gen /srs

yoongi: /kys

jin: wait so jungkooks moving out but doesn’t have a home to move into

jk: i can always move in with yoongi

yoongi: LOL

jk: or jimin

jimin: wow the weather is great today guys 😆

jk: hobi will have me

hobi: no!

jk: jin joon??

namjoon: give up

jin: are you silly

tae: i could

jk: no thank you ❤️

tae: wtf

y/n: LMAO

tae: what’s wrong with living with me???

jk: u scare me a lot i’m sorry

tae: fucking bitch

jimin: what if y/n moved in with jaehyun then you have the house to urself?

jk: ARE YOU SILLY???

WHY WOULD I WANT THAT

IMG THE THOUGHT OF THAT MAKES ME WANT YO THROW UP

NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN

jimin: woah ok don’t shoot me in the head tf??

thought you wanted this independent life

y/n: i mean i can if that’s what u really want kook

jk: KOOK HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE

my knees just gave out >.<

WAIT NO DONT MOVE IN WITH HIM YOU DONT HAVE TO IM SORRY NO DONT DO THAT

jin: u make me wanna throw up

jk: i love living with you!!! i’m sorry i’m not gonna move out so please don’t move out either living with you has been and IS the best thing that’s ever happened to me please don’t go

hobi: that’s a shinee song

jimin: didn’t she fuck a shinee member LMAO 💀

namjoon: jimin

jimin: sorrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

tae: so you can fight her battles for her but fighting mine is an issue????

ok sexism IS real females were onto something with this one

y/n: females??

yoongi: they way you dig urself deeper and deeper into unlikeability is truly insane

tae: my fault feminist yoongi here to get my ass 💀💀💀💀

NO IM SORRY I DIDNt MEAN THAT LMAOO

PLS DONT HURT ME

IDK WHY I SAID THAT

THE DEMONS TOOK OVER FOR A SEC

NO JOKE BLACKED OUT

DONT EVEN REMEMBER SAYING THAT

NAMJOON TELL HIM IT WAS A MISTAKE

JOON

KIM NAMJOON TELL HIM TELL HIM

hobi: tell me tell me tttttell me

yoongi: i’m gonna shoot him

namjoon: understandable

hobi: it’s the love shot

jk: i’m not moving out guys

jin: no shit

y/n: hobi answer my ft >_<

hobi: give me one sec my love!!!!!!!!!!

jimin: woah???

jin: uhhhhhhhh

tae: group ft ❤️!!

y/n: kys!!

tae: why do girls not fuck with the nice guys anymore

hobi blew up a school once

hobi: ??

tae: get off the phone so my gf can call ME

yoongi: i beg you to shut the fuck up

tae: beggar

jimin: that coming from you is actually insane tae!

tae: what

namjoon: so whose hosting games night this week

yoongi: not me

jin: i did it last time

jimin: my place is real messy

hobi: don’t wanna :/

tae: i refuse in protest of tae respect and love in this gc

y/n: me and jk can

since he’s not moving out and all

jk: 😁!!

namjoon: cool

everyone ok with that?

jin: yup

jimin: ok

yoongi: yes

tae: whatever lol

hobi: y/n why don’t you invite jaehyun??

so we can all properly meet him

you’ve met his members right??

he should meet yours no?

yoongi: ?????

tae: ARE YOU SILLY

jin: ur so wrong for that

y/n: ahhhh idk

i mean i have met his members

and i really do want you guys to properly meet him as well…

jimin: somethings going on

jk: haha yeah lol i mean i’ve met him already

he was my friend lol haha not that it matters but that’s ok

did i say was ?? i meant is lol sorry i wouldn’t stop being his friend just cuz he’s dating you that would be silly

but yeah but if you want him to come that’s cool

but he really really really doesn’t need to haha

namjoon: y/n bring your boyfriend

y/n: are you sure???

tae: NO??£:£:££:

jin: yes!!! #drama

jimin: ofc

yoongi: whatever

jk: hahah lol hahah

y/n: ok

hobi: great ☺️!!!

cant wait

jimin: i bet

hobi: ??

jimin: nothing

hobi: y/n answer :p

y/n: okokokokokokokokok

jimin: i’m gonna do some deep diving i’ll talk to you all later

(unfortunately)

(and by force not cuz i like you)

(the talking to you later part not the diving part)

bye

jk: woah didn’t know jimin was a diver

yoongi: ur stupid

@y/n reply to my message

bye

jin: wow guys i’m really exited for games night

gotta stock up on the alcohol

so i guess i’m going too

bye 👋🏻

tae: good i’m going as well

i’ve got to go and punch a wall

jungkook come over

this is srs business

jk: okay ^_^

getting in my car

speak to you all later 💓

hobi: y/n told me to tell you all bye

so bye from her and bye from me

😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼

namjoon: woah

did we

did we just end a conversation normally….

oh my god

wow

guys wow omg

this is the first time this has happened

wow

i’m in shock

this is such a big step for us

i’m so proud

um

wow

what do i even say rn

….

um

yoongi: how about goodbye

blowing up my phone for no reason

namjoon: no ur right i’m sorry

goodbye guys

um

have a good day???

yeah

um wow

yeah have a good day guys i mean it

i honestly and truly mean it

wow

yeah and

yoongi removed namjoon from “BFFS 😁💜”

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hobi sus

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[jjungxkook]

blackout (pt2) | jjk

⇥ pairing: roommate/best friend!jungkook x reader

⇥ genre: best friends to lovers, roommate and college au, angst, fluff, crack, smut

⇥ rating: 18+

⇥ warnings: suddenly there’s angst?, lovesick for your BFF🤒, yearning pining longing all of it, swearing, jealousy, sexual content, like riding, kook with his Big Dick, protected sex, emotions.., spanks, clit slapping, tattoo obsession, a lot of kissing and calling her (his) pretty (girl) :(, dom jk, dorky jokes, ass n tiddie love<3, bit of biting, oral (f. rec.), so much care n attention :(, grinding, teasing, riding, impatient koo being roughhh, did i say kissing🥺, degradation (just once or twice), cum swallowing...; the ending...

⇥ wc: 16.4k

⇥ author’s notes: i don’t even know what to say except i am sorry :) :) this broke me a bit tho, and i already cannot wait for the next update</3 alllsoo, if you haven’t read blackout pt1 yet, i’d strongly advise to do so in order to understand pt2!

⇥ summary: You really didn’t think that the promise of letting your tension out on each other tonight would backfire like this.

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pt1 || pt2 || pt3

–

Not yet.

You know as well as Jungkook that it’s not time to leave yet. Which might be the reason why his fingers are still reluctant to back away. Blazing hot wherever they touch you. The flame burns its way right into your veins.

Why are you here again? In his bed, haunted by his scent on every square inch of his sheets; so intense that the fragrance will be imprinted in your memory for the rest of the day. Things happened yesterday, again – but how did you land here in the first place?

Was it yet another excuse to save up money? To use one room’s warm light instead of two’s. Or were you watching something? Most importantly, does it matter?

Because the answer won’t affect your situation. Nothing will, will it? He told you.

All that happened won’t change anything, right? Between us?

Of course not. Except, it changed your every conscious thought of every moment of your days.

Because I’m… I’m sorry if it makes things weird.

He apologized. And you assured he was right with his assumption. That yes, things would remain the same.

This very confirmation of yours makes him continue.

Continue to explore your skin. To jumble up your emotions. To twist and turn every piece of hope you find when he touches you.

Stupidly enough, your headstrong nature falters whenever he so much but looks at you, so you let him do all the cruel, intoxicating things he does to you.

Like now as you wrap your hands around his already crumpled up shirt. Sighing when his palm pushes through the layers separating the warmth of his skin and the flesh of your ass. He brushes along the curve, squeezing the mounds lightly yet enough for you to react.

He lands a gentle peck on your jaw. Then, his hot breath draws an invisible line along your neck, his lips stopping over a vein to press one wet kiss against it. Another content sigh paired with a quiet hum airs out of you.

“We should leave,” you whisper.

You don’t want to. There’s zero desire in you to leave for anything. But at the same time, you want to see how he reacts to your suggestion.

He voices a tiny, low, lazy groan. The sound catapults you back to the first moment of today, sleep broken early when you felt his body shift next to you.

He wasn’t holding you anymore the way he had last night, instead lying on his stomach with his loose fists next to his head. His usually sharp face looked puffy and round, soft cheeks and pouty lips bringing back the school boy you used to know.

Strange how things seem to change so fast when in actuality, years have passed.

“They won’t miss us there… They can just start,” Jungkook argues. “Just a lil bit.”

Both of you usually keep your Fridays lax and unplanned; spontaneity rules the end of the week, class and stress free, not busy until libraries and exams call.

Today, you’re scheduled for a peer group study session. You could rain check the little meet so easily – if mid-terms weren’t sneaking closer faster than you’d like.

He doesn’t care as much about those today. He keeps wanting just a lil bit. But a lil bit is always more than he promises.

Hellbent on luring your thoughts onto a different path, he pinches your cheek between his fingers. He aligns his gaze with you and then asks, “You noticed how eco friendly we’ve been these days?”

Yeah. Gas is expensive these days, so he doesn’t use his car as much as he would before. Your shower time has shortened, saving water, not least of all because you’ve begun jumping into it together.

And of course the thing with electricity.

Candles are pivotal life saviors. But it seems that lazing around, busying wandering fingers with each other’s bodies and eliminating any desire to watch TV plays an insane role in saving your ass, too. Who would’ve thought?

“Because you can never keep your hands off me,” you half joke, half moan out, distracted by the hand under your shirt.

“Hey, if that’s what you want, I can totally back away.” The touch of his fingertips is featherlight on the underside of your tits, but your body responds immediately. “But I don’t think it is.”

At least not when it’s him. If it was someone ordinary towering over you, someone from a different realm than Jeon Jungkook, it might not affect you that hard.

But it is him. Dangerously real, existing at the same time as you, yearning for nobody but you. Unbelievable.

Your breath hitches when he pinches your nipple between two fingers. To him, the only thing worse than actually seeing you naked might be the visible comfort you showcase around him.

Like, by walking around in shorts that reveal part of your ass. Or by cuddling into him fully without a bra on, challenging not only his blurry mind but the little guy downtown, too.

He thinks he melts in your palms like wax, slowly but surely, feeble in your presence. What he doesn’t know is that the wax burns and sticks to your skin, and you’re next to him, constantly and patiently enduring the pain.

But despite the steadiness you portray on the outside, in truth you–

“Of course I don’t,” you tell him, watching his touch retreat to take off the dark red shirt.

The beat of your heart stops when you watch his hourglass figure float above you, the slim waist splitting your soul in half. His shoulders look so pretty, bare like that, golden and strong, much like the melanin chest shimmering in the fall sunlight.

Goosebumps arise when he leans in, lifting you and your shirt softly. He hisses when you fall back onto your back, fascinated by the slight bounce of your tits, and you feel like a fool when you whisper, “It’s just… I am weak for you.”

Settling between your legs, his body descends. His torso touches your perked nipples featherlightly, eyes trained on you and amused when you don’t waste a second to plant your hands on his back.

He either doesn’t take you seriously or is too afraid to take you seriously, because his next words are nothing less than another joke introducing a soft banter. “Only when I’m naked, though.”

But you don’t fall for his teases today. If you can’t straight-forwardly unveil your feelings yet, you will at least hint to them. “That’s not true.”

“Really? But you keep bickering with me.”

His words are airy and light. Like they weigh as much as a dissolving cloud, followed by the equally weightless kiss when he wraps his lips around your nipple. His mouth touches your tits and his tongue draws slow, gentle circles around your sensitive nub.

The hand covered in ink sneaks to your throat. His eyes are closed, his hums deep, fingers absentmindedly settling around your neck without applying any kind of pressure. You don’t know how much of his actions are intentional, but the constant brush of his thumb along your jaw feels like an outrageous strategy to numb your mind.

“Why…” You breathe. You swallow, and you bet he feels it. “Why can’t you keep a c-convo going for just… Two seconds?”

Jungkook laughs as he makes his way down, lightly nibbling and kissing your tits damp. His ministrations are a little more impatient now. A bit faster, littering a dozen smooches above your ribs and to your sides.

“I’ll talk to you later,” he whispers, licking between your breasts. “I’m busy conversing with my girls right now.”

Ridiculous. That he can make you laugh even now.

For some odd reason you can’t fathom, it looks utterly hot how the blanket he draped over himself keeps slipping. Down his firm shoulder blades, revealing his smooth, beautiful skin. His chest feels warm against your body.

Focusing on his hardening bicep proves difficult, considering he still has a hand wrapped around your neck like a scarf. You can barely look down at him as he raises your head, pushing at the underside of your jaw, kissing your crown tattoo.

And just as you’re about to joke about his obsession with your tattoo, he speaks up first.

“We should get matching tattoos one day.”

Your gaze falls from your ceiling back to him when his hand vanishes from your neck, trailing down your collarbones and skimming your mounds. He caresses your stomach as he keeps crawling down, eyes fixated on the royal symbol decorating your skin.

“Where did that come from?” You wonder, but he only shrugs.

“Dunno, I’ve been… Thinking. For some reason I always thought you’re scared of needles, but you know. If you’re not…”

In the chill of the season, you should be freezing in just your underwear, but laying next to Jungkook all night means enjoying the warmth of a heater for free. You only really feel the presence of fall when he curls his digits around your panties, getting rid of them within ten seconds.

Once you’re in his favorite state, fully exposed to his greedy eyes, you dare to respond, taking the moment before the storm. “Because I didn’t wanna get a blood test done like what, a decade ago? Weak deduction, Sherlock.”

“Don’t be a brat with me,” he warns, delivering a soft but effective slap to your clit. You squirm and moan quietly, and he tilts his head. “Or be one. Gives me some room to play.” You whisper a shut up before he answers your question. “But yeah, might be. Also thought you didn’t like tattoos, because you don’t comment much on mine. Like ever.”

“...What?”

“I’ve been literally haunted by yours. Dreamed of it two days ago,” Jungkook tells you, extra dramatic, breathing against your cunt on purpose. You don’t know if he wants you to laugh or beg. “But you don’t seem to care about mine.”

He graces your clit with a two-second french kiss as his hands push your thighs apart, and you call out his name under a shaky breath. His focus doesn’t falter, the red string of the conversation still intact.

“And because you never look at them when I run around sleeveless.”

What, does he do that on purpose? Is that his motif, the reason he owns sleeveless shirts? So you can ogle at him, boost his ego? Or… Or is that just what he’s used to from other girls?

Fuck, are you shattering his ego? He probably thinks you’re not interested at all.

But that’s not quite the truth. No, the reality is that–

“I don’t look at you because I find them so fucking hot,” you confess, managing a full, stutter-free sentence right before he licks a line between your folds.

“Ah. That’s the reason?” Shit, he needs to stop stopping. He can’t leave your limbs twitching just to say yet another dangerous thing. “Fair. Can’t look at you for too long either, and it’s just a tiny, damn crown.”

He’s lying. Because once he starts staring, he can’t avert his eyes anymore. Never.

“What tattoo… Would you want us to get?”

Gripping your thighs, he places your legs on his shoulders, the very place you haven’t stopped eyeing since he took off his shirt. Maybe he knows.

His palm rubs your leg tenderly, then wanders to your pelvis to tap on it in thought as he says, “A little heart with my initials right over your chest. No one except me and you would know who it’s about.”

Or everyone might know.

Not that you go around presenting your boobs to the world, but in theory, all your friends and family members would realize immediately. It’d be no surprise to them – doesn’t change that his suggestion knocks the breath out of your lungs, though.

As if he knows.

“Fuck you,” is the first thing your mind conjures, too careful to admit that his name is already tattooed all over your body. He just can’t see it.

His throaty laugh falls between you, but it subsides soon when he’s done waiting. He pushes his tongue into your entrance immediately, starting to shove it in and back repeatedly in the most pleasant yet mind boggling tempo. Mind boggling less because he’s fast; more because of the opposite.

Only Jungkook knows how to tear you apart while remaining ever so gentle.

But today, your patience runs as thin as his. You see his eagerness when he salivates a little too much around your cunt, digging his nails deep into your legs. Then recognize it when he lifts his head sooner than usual, trying to make sure you’re feeling okay as he always does.

But you take the moment to lift your body, even though his grip attempts to fight you, pulling at your legs to bring you down flat on your back. You shake your head, placing your hands on his face and pulling him up.

“No,” you mumble when his body sneaks back up, his face right above yours.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. Worry and slight guilt–whatever the reason for it might be–are apparent in his eyes.

“Nothing,” you tell him. Or at least you think it’s nothing. You’re trying really hard to ignore the ache in your lower belly, yearning for his closeness, too restless for any kind of foreplay, no matter how attentive. “I just want you. Now…”

Care – you see it when he swallows, wet, glossy lips parting. Thick eyebrows furrow in insecurity, and he brings his hand behind your ear, into your hair. “Do you… Do you feel okay?”

It’s his version of asking whether you’re ready. Loosely translates to, “Have I done enough, do you want more?”

You wonder whether he always looks at girls like that. Like he worries about them. Like they’re the center of his focus, not just in the most intimate of moments, but throughout the day.

Because that’s what you’re seeing in his eyes right now.

This is so bad.

“I do,” you say, nodding. “If I don’t, we can stop.”

“Of course. Yeah, I promise.”

You smile at him, your cheeks glowing. There’s so much joy in your eyes that you can literally feel it, and you hope it makes his heart combust the way yours does when he beams at you.

Pushing at his chest, you change the position, lifting your body to force him onto his back. He obliges quietly, never looking away from you. Still sporting his shorts, you watch the bulge strain the fabric and decide to end his and his clothes’ misery.

With his shorts and underwear landing close to where your panties already reside, you observe the slight twitch of his rock hard cock. Drooling, you lick your lower lip, straddling him with a careful hand on his balls.

“Where’s the condom?” You ask.

Now that you’re the one towering over him, delight fills every single fiber of your body. His chest falls and rises somewhat fast, fingers cautiously gliding along the curve of your ass.

It takes him a moment to register your question, hooded eyes lost. But then he blinks, nodding toward the bedside cabinet. You know exactly where his condoms are, but you fucking love how the soothing calmness in your voice hypnotizes him every… Damn… Time.

You shift up the bed, letting your soaked pussy fall on his hardening balls. Purposely, you rub against his delicate parts, allowing yourself to feel the hardness of his cock as you stretch toward the cabinet. You open the drawer slowly, a hand engulfing his length to rub lightly.

“The fuck is this you’re doing?” Jungkook asks through a soft snicker, landing a painless but echoing slap to your ass.

“Getting the condom?”

Your innocent eyes are deceiving. He almost falls for the purity in them before your smirk breaks the illusion.

“Bitch–” He jokes, shaking his head. “Alright. Just you wait.”

“Phew. What a scary guy.”

The clench of his jaw that accompanies his lopsided smile is enough of a warning. But he can’t scare you off – you love a good challenge and you know what it always leads to. You’d be stupid to not want your pussy battered by him.

“Are those new?” You ask once you’ve taken out a package.

“Mhm,” he confirms. “Extra lubricated.”

“But still XL or whatever the box said.”

“Well…”

The tone of his voice is proud. And honestly, he should be; no matter how much you love to tease him, the skills that pound you into the mattress every time are no damn joke.

You stop him mid sentence when you wrap your fingers around his cock firmer, pumping him slowly until his eyes roll into the back of his head. The grip on your waist weakens as you rip the foil of the condom with your teeth, still rubbing your pussy against his balls.

“Stop,” he murmurs, and you listen immediately, though not without a satisfied smile. “You gotta s-stop these things if you want me to still fuck you, babe… Can’t do this every time…”

Wouldn’t be the first time he came in your fist. You wouldn’t be opposed to it much either, but today, you don’t have much time to bask in his reactions and then wait through the refractory period.

“Sorry,” you say, and he laughs with his eyes still closed.

He looks so gentle. So frail, ready to succumb to you if you just let him. Unfortunately, you like drowning in and under him just as much.

Fiddling with the condom, you pull it over his cock, still plagued by imaginary pictures of him fucking you raw. Perhaps one day.

You shift back, lean in and bring your lips close to the tip of his shaft, gathering spit to land a blob of it on his dick. You use your fingers to spread it along the truly lubricated condom, and once he’s smacked your ass again, keenness in his action, you finally laugh and align your ready pussy.

“What’s going on with us today?” You ask, breathing between the syllables as you let yourself fall. He doesn’t have an answer ready – instead, he shakes his head again.

You let his cock penetrate your walls bit by bit. A grimace spreads on your face when he fills you to the brink, thick and big enough to surprise you every single time. It will take you a long time to get used to this – you hope things don’t stop before you can.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, lifting his arm to touch the side of your neck. “Hurts?”

“No, just… Feels new every time, you know?”

It burns for a moment as you let him pierce through you, adjusting to how he feels inside you. You balance your weight by placing your hands on his chest, and he grabs your wrists as his eyes observe your expressions.

Your eyebrows nearly kiss as you sink further, bottoming out. You move your hips, catching your breath. He looks down to where your bodies collide in a burning hot fire, and tries to manage at least one full sentence.

“How’re we gonna act later like… Like I can actually ever keep my hands off you?”

“You could just… Not?” You suggest, fully aware that’s not going to happen.

In truth, you don’t want to think much about how his friends know nothing about the hushed affair that’s been going on for weeks. Not because Jungkook’s embarrassed of you, but because you guys aren’t official, and he cares neither about rumors nor about unnecessary teases.

He doesn’t need to tell you that for you to know.

You do wonder, too, how the afternoon will play out. It’s just a stupid study group, so nothing much can go wrong. Despite your teeny tiny awkwardness among people you barely know, you don’t think keeping your touches for yourself will be a bigger challenge than your academic readings.

“Ohhh, fuck, I’m gonna– collect all the tension,” he tells you when you lift your hips and fall back onto his cock. “And let it out tonight, ‘k?”

“I’ll be mad if you don’t, Jeon.”

His member glides into you with such ease that it’s almost embarrassing. You just know that sex has never felt this way to you, and you know that he knows.

Your reactions aren’t something you can feign.

You make sure to drop your ass against his legs with a delicious slap – his obsession with your ass, or your body at that, is nothing he jokes about anymore. So when his hands land back on their favorite place, squeezing the flesh of your mounds, you’re not surprised.

“Pumpkin,” he lovingly whispers, even though his words suggest the ultimate opposite. “Can you go faster?”

“Faster?”

You brush your fingers along his chest, thumb painting a circle around his nipple. Then, you brush your touch down his abs, feeling the warmth of your skin before you lift your fingers to bring them to your tits.

Digging your knees into the mattress, you adjust your position, making yourself comfortable before you increase your pace. Hands keep your tits in place as you tease his eyes with relentless nipples pinches, darting out your tongue to the corner of your lips as you begin bouncing up and down.

“Ohhh, babe, y’know exactly what you’re do-ng to me, fuck.”

The broken sentence of his shatters your insides. The ambiguity of it, the tone he says it in, the rigid breathing that accompanies it. You want to keep it replaying in your mind over and over, never hearing anything else ever again.

“Jungkook–” You call out over the wet, sinful sound of your sex.

You move your body up high and down deep, forward and backward. His nails scar your ass as he helps your ministrations. You wish you could see the image of your pussy fucking on his slick cock just once. Perhaps, if he’s ever up to it, you might throw in the idea of a mirror or something…

The moan of his name forces his hands from your butt to the small of your back, suddenly pushing you down to his face that you grip immediately. His temple is glistening in a sheen of sweat under your thumb, and your movements slow down as you attach your lips to his.

But he doesn’t allow a pause as he wraps his arms around your body tight, holding you in place as his hips start snapping against yours hard. Loud. Pounding you into oblivion.

You nearly shriek into his mouth, lips parted as your tongues still touch. His head lifts just a little in an attempt to prolong the kiss, but the way he drills you doesn’t allow you the focus needed to meet his lips again.

So he parts from your mouth, letting your eyes roll back. Engulfs you in a kinda-embrace as you stifle your mewls against his shoulder. But he’s having none of it, shrugging to make your face emerge, forcing you to let every single sound into the open.

Your breath hitches, your eyes damp and your sounds desperate.

“Hey,” he mumbles next to your ear, digits in your hair. Then, he’s pulling your head up to look at you, realizing your chin is quivering a little. “Are we good? Too much?”

“No, I– oh my God…” You draw your lips closer to his, breathing against them. His jaw rests in your hand, sharp and cutting. “No. I’m okay.”

There’s something pleasant about the tears you hold back when overwhelmed. The fact that you keep going for him, endlessly hungry for each of his touches… That you let him do anything he wants to do to you.

Testing the waters–boosting his ego–he relaxes his movements. Much, as he understands, to your demise.

“What are you doing?!” You exclaim, frustration transparent in your craving voice.

“What am I doing?” 

Fuck, he’s turned back cocky. You hate him. And you hate that this is absolutely not true.

“Slowing down, you–”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, only shaking his head as he teases, “You’re needier today, aren’t you?”

Your energy is slowly dwindling. That the day has just started, already rendering you exhausted is unbelievable to you. Dropping your head again, you press your cheek against the pillow next to his face. Moaning as he fucks you gently; throbbing cock meeting a pulsating pussy, and he’s far from done with you.

He kisses the tip of your nose as you hold onto his hair, and tell him, “I’m not needier than you.”

“Bullshit…”

Both your words are whispers. You don’t think either of you realizes what exactly you’re saying, because the penetration down below robs your sanity.

“You started all this…” You argue. “Even though– we need to leave.”

“It’s not my fault.” His voice is so tender. His hand on your back so delicate, and he keeps kissing your shoulder, your arm, your hair. The filth in his statements is clear, but he mutters them like love confessions. “Your damn shirt was so thin it was basically see-through… Can’t flash your… Your nipples and don’t expect me to…”

“And h-here I thought you were an ass guy,” you joke, and he lets out a breathy laugh. Your own snicker dies as he connects your hips; the curved cock digs in just right. “Like that, Kook…”

“That was before you and your tits.”

You voice a sweet, quiet gasp, the way you always do when you’re close. But that can’t be the end – he doesn’t want this to end. Something snaps him out of a trance, stopping his movements altogether.

“Get on your back,” he suddenly orders, a hand at the back of your neck. You flinch when a sudden slap lands semi-hard on your already probably scarred ass.

You’re not sure what shifted in the air, and though he’s robbed you of your orgasm one too many times this morning alone, you don’t argue. With a slight, telling whine, you draw a deep breath, doing as told as you find yourself staring at the ceiling.

It’s a strange feeling, losing the fullness, feeling this emptiness. It’s like the lack of his touch leaves your soul aching for reprieve, too.

The mattress creaks as he shifts into position. Strong hands wander up your thigh and to your waist, pulling your body down and your head away from the bed’s headboard.

He fists his cock, knees drawing closer and parting your legs. Bringing the tip close to your entrance, he slides it up and down your slit. Just once, he dips in for the briefest moment, watching you hold your breath, but then pulls out again.

Rubs the rubber against your clit. Then taps the solidly hard shaft against it, setting your nerves on scorching hot fire, and when you don’t expect it for another minute or two, his entire dick pushes into you in one fell swoop.

“Holy sh– that was so unfair,” you cry out, immediately grabbing onto his arms, their hands at each side of your body.

He throws his hair out of his face, freeing his forehead. Then, he leans in low, his kiss an inch out of your reach. You chase his lips, but he backs away, smirking before his thrusts wipe the jokester-expression out of his face.

It feels so ridiculously heavenly, you can barely breathe. You cup his face in your hands, greedy for his mouth, but instead you shut your eyes. Pressing your lips together to withhold your possibly awkward sounds.

Which exhausts the man above you once more.

A hand travels to the back of your head, grabbing a patch of your hair. You gasp at the sudden pull, lifting your head with his movement and opening your blurry eyes. And what you see is irritation between furrowed eyebrows, a clenched jaw and a sweat droplet trailing down the side of his face.

“Stop muffling your sounds,” he hisses, gritting his teeth. You don’t know whether it’s annoyance or the feeling of your contracting cunt that’s keeping him on the edge like this. “How many times do I need to tell you that?”

A pound follows as punishment and you whine the way he wants you to. You throw your head to the side, choking up when he lets your hair go and wraps his fingers around your neck. “I’m sorry, Kook–”

“Lemme hear, 'k?” He whispers the last word, another hard plunge making you cry out. “I don’t care about neighbors or whatever.”

He pushes in balls deep, remains there for a moment. Circles his hips and then fuels your craze.

“Do you– d’you like me like that?” He groans. “Want me to be pissed like that?” Biting your lower lip, he watches the unfaltering pleasure in your eyes… Godfuckingdamn, you’re so pretty to him. “‘Cuz you’re fucking drenching my dick like a proper slut.”

His theory proves true when you squirm in his grip, agitated and out of your mind. “Jungkook, please…”

“Please what?”

You move your head to the side, letting your hand fall to press your fist against your mouth. “I’m cumm–”

“Look at me,” he interrupts. His voice is so close to your ear, intimidatingly hot. “Look at me first, Pumpkin, goddamn–”

“Jungkook…”

When your misty gazes meet, your eyes are wetter than before. Melting into a puddle, his eyebrows relax, and when he finally, finally, presses a kiss onto your lips, pelvis rubbing against your clit, you let go in waves.

Both of you are panting with failing lungs, and you feel your unshed tears water your eyelashes when you slam your eyes close. The orgasm shakes up your body, numbing the legs wrapped around his waist.

“My baby…” He whispers, pushing a thumb between your lips to open your mouth. Your stagnant breathing is like a symphony to his ears.

You call his name again, quieter this time. Sounding so fucking adorable, no matter the amount of indecency your moans carry.

“God, you’re cute,” Jungkook says, connecting your foreheads. Closing his eyes, he inhales through his nose. “Are you okay?”

“I feel good,” you assure. “I feel amazing with you.”

“I’m glad.”

“Thank you…” You wrap him in a hug, pulling his burning chest against your body. “For caring.”

“Don’t think I care for anyone… More.” All you can do is nod, even though every voice in your head is screaming. “Beautiful little girl.”

You’re not so little anymore. But to him, you’ll always be the curious, wide-eyed kid he befriended many years ago. The barely-there age difference doesn’t matter to him, because you’ve always been his little Pumpkin, and for him, this might not even change at eighty.

He captures his lower lip between his teeth, and tiny dimples appear on his cheeks. You run your thumb along them, feeling them relax, smiling when he does.

“You’re so pretty, you know?”

The very first time you were hot. This time, you’re pretty. Maybe you’re imagining the change in sentiment – it’s all your hoping, optimistic self can hold onto.

But then his fingers brush back your hair just to proceed to hold your face… His eyes are too loving to not assume the most promising outcome. Somehow, this is too much to endure after all.

“Don’t look at me like that…” You beg, immediately regretting when he lifts his eyebrows.

“Huh?”

Like you feel the same as I do.

“Like your heart’s melting for me.”

You don’t think it’s the answer he expected. Because the orbs in his hooded eyes expand, certainly more affectionate and starry than before. “It might be,” is all he says.

It’s way too much… You need a distraction before you spiral. And when it arrives in the form of his unsteady shakes and gasped breathing, you take the opportunity by its throat. “Can you…”

He chuckles, his mask cracking. He knows what you’ll say.

“Can you cum in my mouth?”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, cock still deep between your recovering walls. It twitches inside you, your cunt aching as you wind down from your high. He holds you like a fragile glass doll, his words painfully soft. “Will you ever let me cum inside you?”

Because in all those weeks this shit has been going on, you don’t think you’ve permitted him such a thing a single time. But…

“When you allow yourself to fuck me without that… That rubber bullshit. I wanna–” You hold tight when he delivers another sharp thrust. “I wanna feel you cum.”

His expressions change again. When he speaks again, he sounds only half genuine. “Maybe one day.”

And then, he’s already pulling out, pushing down your body by your chest when you attempt to lift up. Bringing a hand to the back of your neck, he pulls up your head a little, tugging off the condom to throw it to the side, and cages your head in between his knees.

“Open up,” he commands, cock in his hand knocking at your lower lip.

You take him in until you gag, still surprised at the sheer size, and then hollow your cheeks as he begins his ending movements. It doesn’t take him long anyway. The built up tension, the hardness of his balls, the staggering motions and the pace he sets to deepthroat your mouth don’t stall the orgasm.

Hot ropes of his seed shoot into the back of your throat. You gag again, eyes watering, and swallow every little bit he held back this morning. His fingers brush your cheeks as he drains himself out, and he only notices the chaos on the bed and in your hair when he pulls out at last.

He looks down at you, moving his face close to peck your head; and when you realize the further delay in today’s plans, you lift your arms and plead, “Clean me up?”

The smile he graces you with is vibrant and soft. Doting as he pulls you up and his thumb wipes at your lips.

“Let’s do some more for the environment and shit.” He nods toward the door. “Shower.”

–

The study session isn’t necessarily something you looked forward to this week. The members of the tiny circle are basically strangers to you, familiar faces that you can’t assign personality traits to yet.

It’s odd how disconnected you feel from them, considering that Jin and Taehyung are Jungkook’s newest yet closest pals. Jin is already a victim of his master’s degree, nose-deep and drowning, but Taehyung has sworn to organize postgrad semesters together with Jungkook, despite the uncertainty of what subjects they’ll be choosing.

The dark and vast world of college frightens them.

At least Jungkook knows that it’ll be something vastly different from the stuff you deal with now – sociology has some deeply scarring classes in its curriculum, so you can’t blame him.

Once you’ve freshened up and gotten over the lingering ache between your legs, you hold onto the emotional support Jungkook’s bicep delivers. Multiple times, you attempt to suggest changing the location, sitting in a corner of the library or a beloved café.

You tell him you haven’t been feeling your best these days, taken over by academic worries, and that you’re afraid that, on top of everything, you might embarrass yourself in front of the strangers that his friends are. On top of all the distress (though you never tell him he’s part of it).

But Jungkook waves your ideas off immediately, loyal to the plans he made, reassuring. “I promise it’s helpful. Those guys are smart, they know how to motivate.” He shrugs. “Studying with them helped me, so I think it’ll be good for you, too.”

Not that you’re not absolutely fine with studying on your own, sitting at your desk in the faint, warm light of your lamp. But you suppose trying out new things won’t kill you.

You realize that he wasn’t playing when you arrive. Jin and Taehyung are kind, and in some sense, incredibly bold, open and loud, too. Taehyung a bit less, much like Jungkook, while Jin’s personality compliments your roommate’s perfectly, like the Yin to his Yang.

No wonder he can never stop talking about the man.

Sitting on the bench-table-combination at campus in the still shining sun, you look around. The leaves are slowly floating down from trees in spirals, indicating the start of a new season when the sky doesn’t. It’s a pleasant day to spend some time outside – you might enjoy it after all.

“And you’re… Basically just here to help us out? Like, to tutor us?” You ask curiously, leaning forward to meet Jin’s eyes.

“More like,” he begins, laughing. He looks at you through the dark, permed hair covering half his eyes. “Reminiscing about a time when stuff was easier. Doing a master’s in sociology sucks.” Scrunching his nose, he lifts his shoulders, folding his arms in front of his chest. “But helping out people in need feels great too, I guess.”

You’re not people in need, but you’ll let him have it. His own humor pleases him, fills him with satisfaction. He doesn’t care if anyone around him bursts into laughter at his jokes – he’s happy with himself, and you’re no one to interrupt his joy.

“But if you need help with statistics, you can ask me,” he then adds, and Taehyung shakes his head next to him.

“I’m the expert for that, thank you very much,” Jungkook says, nudging your elbow from the side, because you are a math ace, too.

Your focus is well balanced today, shifting from conversations to studying, from stupid jokes to trying to understand the academic papers’ content. But whenever his touches collide with yours, you tense.

It’s probably something about his warmth. About how his fingers comfort you even when the occasional wind tickles your skin cold.

And he’s touchy.

Not in a lewd sense, but proving your theory that he can’t keep his hands to himself anyway. He likes to feel you under his fingertips. Enjoys how you take a breath when the back of his hand accidentally–or not?–hits your knee or thigh under the table.

“We’re talking way too much,” you scold half an hour later. “We won’t internalize anything like that.”

“And then those two will complain about being hungry and we’ll have to leave anyways,” Taehyung agrees, nodding affirmatively.

“No!” Seokjin defends. “I brought ridged chips. And trail mix. I also–”

“You say that everytime–”

Jungkook sighs next to you, scribbling something onto the papers he printed out. The side view of his face is intriguing and dashing – his whole appearance keeps distracting you when it really shouldn’t.

But are you to blame?

He’s wearing this serene, brown and season-fitting houndstooth coat of his. The gentle wind is blowing the tresses into his face. Lower lip jutted out, the faded scar you’ve kissed a dozen times – integral parts of him.

Perhaps sociology really is hard enough for him to blend out his surroundings. But once your eyes flicker between his mouth, the hand holding the pen and the boys too often, he finally lifts his stare to yours. He catches you red handed, though he doesn’t seem surprised at all. Instead, he raises his lips to a smile, blinking slowly.

Looks at you the same way he did this morning; as though no one exists around him.

You know that everyone is fading in your periphery.

Lost in thought, he parts his lips, breathing in as if to say something. The sunlit side of his face soaks in the last bit of today’s warmth before the clouds cover the star whole, and you immediately shiver when the cool gust blows.

Whatever sneaks to the front of his mind crawls back again, though. Because compared to the fall, the upcoming conversation feels more freezing, and the melting gems in Jungkook’s eyes can’t save you from the discomfort.

“Hey, just so you know,” Taehyung’s voice, deep and promising, breaks your moment. “We invited Hayun, but she’s late for some reason. I thought we could surprise you, actua–”

Pause.

Hayun. 

The harmless two-syllable-name, mentioned almost casually, causes a brief error in your brain.

She, as opposed to Jin or Taehyung, is someone you’ve heard and seen of plenty. No matter how many moans Jungkook has coaxed out of numerous women–how many he’s drawn out of you–Hayun has always been off limits.

Why?

Because he’s had an everlasting crush on her since the second year of college. You thought it subsided, thought that over time, he forgot about her or whatever her persona consists of. There were doubts, like when he saw her on campus – when he stopped for a moment to look before continuing as though nothing happened.

But… Still?

If anything’s an indication for the still present longing, then it’s his friend’s statement. Because they haven’t been friends for long – for them to know about Hayun means that he spoke about her pretty recently.

Hayun doesn’t even play hard to get or anything; in truth, she’s open and friendly, you know this much. But he’s always hesitated to approach her, and you don’t know why. Maybe because real emotions require real effort.

Which doesn’t support your overbearing thoughts. Or the fact that you were an easy hook up on a manually induced blackout-night. Not requiring actual effort.

No. That’s just your interpretation. Stop it.

Swallowing, you relicabricate your thoughts and focus on his reaction.

Usually–meaning ages ago when it happened last–he becomes a nervous mess when someone mentions her name. Starts cursing, licking his dry, plush lips, frustrated when his friends don’t warn him before trying to set him up with her. Until now, their strategies never worked anyway.

Today, things feel different. Not just the way Taehyung’s smirk seems to foreshadow something you hope won’t come true. But even Jungkook’s response, physical at first.

He tenses like you do. You feel it, his shoulders against yours, but most of all see it from the side of your eye. His back has straightened, and you notice that he’s looking at you, like he’s gauging your reaction.

But you play it off – don’t look up from your papers, suddenly immersed again and gripping the cold banana shake in front of you that you paid way too much for. You navigate the straw to your lips silently, shallowly sipping as you listen.

“Really?” Jungkook finally asks.

“Yeah, thought you might like it,” Taehyung answers; you hear the proud smile in his words more than you see it. Jin is just as focused on their conversation, not noticing your dropping mood.

“It’s been pretty long since I saw her,” Jungkook says. “I don’t even know what she’s been up to.”

“You can ask her. Cuz,” Jin waits, then speaks louder. “Speaking of the devil!”

Your heart hammers in your throat, right above your vocal cords, when you look up.

She’s sporting a fall dress, dark red and knee length, black stockings underneath and fingers wrapped around her bag. Half of her healthy mane falls over her shoulder, tucked behind her ears. She looks vibrant and gorgeous; you shrink in your seat.

Jungkook’s expressions still don’t light up as much as you anticipated; a slight solace in this somewhat frigid moment. But what he does do is keep his eyes fixated on her. Like you.

“Who was talking about me?” She asks with a squint of her eyes. She takes a seat next to Taehyung, across Jungkook. Looking into the round, she smiles and says, “Hi.”

You wonder how they came to invite her before you realize that she seems kind of close to the other two boys. “Who’s ever not talking about you?” Jin asks, one proof for the familiarity.

“Shut up, Jin,” she answers; another piece of evidence.

“Where were you?”

“Ahhh, just,” she rubs under her eye, looking worn out. “Had some issues at the student’s office. One of the boys I tutor never pays me on time, so I withdrew from the tutor’s program.”

“And what’s with the office?” Jungkook asks, leaning forward the way you did before for Jin.

She looks at him like she’s just noticing him here. But her gaze isn’t nonchalant or bored; her pupils glitter, like they’re delighted he’s talking to her. “They wouldn’t let me, because I promised to be of help for at least half a year and whatever, and I’ve been here for uh… Just five months.”

She rolls her eyes in annoyance, pausing. Taehyung furrows his eyebrows, a disbelieving grimace on his handsome face. “Seriously?”

“Yup, can you fucking believe this? But no worries, I solved it. Told them I don’t have any time anymore, and that it’d be their fault if I failed my classes.” She presses her lips into a thin line, nodding before she speaks on. “Well, they said they’ll see what they can do.”

“Aren’t you intimidating,” Jin remarks.

Hayun shrugs her shoulders in pride, taking out the books you recognize. Statistics of course, Jungkook’s field of expertise. She skims through the pages, some highlighted and filled with notes, others vastly empty. Under the table, she crosses her legs, and when you feel Jungkook flinch next to you again, she apologizes timidly for hitting his shin.

“It’s okay,” he mumbles back with a gentle smile; all of a sudden, she looks shy, brushing back her dark hair.

Jungkook struggles a bit with his focus from that moment on, seemingly done for today. When you look at him, he doesn’t seem like he can concentrate, staring at a word for way too long – you’re anxious to ask what he was thinking about once she’s gone, even though you can imagine why the focus dwindled.

It’s okay. It’s you he goes home with, isn’t he? You whose legs he buried his head between this morning.

You despise those selfish, unhealthy thoughts. Women should be empowering each other, not be envious; but you can’t help the sting in your chest. You hate it, hate it, hate it.

“C’mon,” Taehyung exclaims when Jin starts humming a melody. Apparently noticing as well as you that Jungkook hasn’t moved a paragraph. “Try as hard as y’all do when you calculate angles for soccer and shit.”

Right. They’re always there for soccer training, too.

“You guys still do that?” Hayun sounds excited when she shoots the question, planting a hand on Taehyung’s arm, covered by a beige sweater.

“Of course, yeah,” he answers.

“Woah? Then tell me when you go again.” Ah fuck. You’re not liking this. “I’ll make sure to cheer you on.”

Of course. You honestly didn’t even know she’s been there before at all.

Breaking out of his silent bubble, Jungkook wiggles his pen between his fingers and says, “That’s sweet of you. We’ll gladly have you there.” To boost his ego, you think. He likes it when girls scream from him. He averts his gaze to look at her book, using the moment efficiently. “Are you stuck on statistics?”

There it goes…

“Yeah,” she looks down; her curtain bangs graze her cheeks in such a sickeningly gorgeous way. “I guess so.”

But then–

Jungkook, surprisingly, takes an entirely different route from what you expected, his elbow tapping against yours and his head nodding toward you. “Oh, she’s pretty good a–”

Not that Jin cares, though. Unwarrantedly wingman-ing.

“Jungkook aces every exam on that. He could help you and get his focus back.” His voice is taunting, but you know his intentions aren’t to mock Jungkook… The opposite.

She looks at Jungkook and says, “If you don’t mind?”

Jungkook’s slightly forlorn puppy eyes flit to you innocently, and you calm your expressions, lifting your eyebrows in question. As if to say, Hm? What’s up?

So he tells her that no, of course he doesn’t mind. Stands and leaves your side, rounding the table and ordering Jin to give up his seat for a moment so Taehyung and Hayun can scoot over. By the time he’s seated himself next to her, you can barely think.

They start their thing immediately and keep leaning in as the explanations progress. Your thoughts race, entirely forgetting that it was you he was kissing in utter fervency just hours ago.

Whenever they look up to speak to each other, their faces are too fucking close. At one point, you think they’re zeroing in on each others’ lips, but then continue to tackle the mathematical problem at hand.

Jin next to you can’t distract you enough, even though his conversations are, as you come to understand, more flirting than talking, directed at you. “Anything you need help with?”

“I think I’m okay so far,” you lie, talking over the heartbeat drumming in your ears. But when he insists, pouting, you take a deep breath and give in. “Alright. This bit.”

You point to a random task, and he exclaims a delighted vocal. Without hesitation, he dives into what you already know; when he looks at you, you think that he is definitely looking at your lips.

“You know, you should join our study group more often. You’re fun,” Jin interrupts in the middle of his explanation, and you smile.

“I’m barely talking.”

“But,” he argues, his voice so sweet you almost let him distract you. “When you do, you’re great.”

How motivating that at least one of them thinks you’re worth the attention. Not semi-popular, pretty and outdated crushes, but you. Even if Jin’s intention might potentially not go farther than wanting to unzip your pants.

“Thank you,” you tell him with a laugh.

For a second, your eyes brush over Hayun and Jungkook, allowing an ephemeral, barely there peek. And in this very second, you catch him looking fleetingly; he blinks, then smiles, and eventually looks away.

A moment later, she laughs about an epiphany, finally understanding the concept in her textbook, and he grants her a delighted grin. It shatters your heart, but you keep yourself whole on the outside.

Because when he was naked over you today, suffocating you in his arms and synchronizing his moans with yours, he was looking at you like that, too.

You take another deep breath.

Jin starts saying something. You ready your shrinking brain to concentrate on just his voice, but when the split study session gets interrupted by vibrations of a phone, all ears perk up.

Heads lift – Hayun’s notification tone is loud. Taehyung slams a large hand against the table, suddenly enthusiastic. “Ha! Take out five bucks for the no-phone-jar!”

The frozen environment comes to life when Jin and Jungkook chuckle. Even your own mouth lifts to a soft smile, somehow a little, little bit endeared by Hayun’s confusion. 

“The what now?” She asks; Taehyung is ready to explain.

“Whoever’s phone chimes first has to pay up. We’re just friends with each other, so there was no way we’d lose. But you…”

“I didn’t even know about this.” She looks into the round, desperate eyes seeking help, but you stare back, grinning in apology. “Also, five bucks are a fuckton, shut up.”

Taehyung clicks his tongue as if he’s admonishing her, but she’s already too busy to notice. She glances at her phone, tapping a few times, and mumbles something.

You put your arms up on the table, on top of your readings and exercises and ask, “What’s wrong?”

She groans in annoyance, rolling her eyes at the device. “I was supposed to go to the library to return some books, but I rushed over here instead. So I couldn’t go, but today’s the deadline.”

“Oh, then go!” Jin encourages. You hate to nod along, eager to watch her walk away as if it could change anything or make today’s happenings undone. “It’s okay, we’ll be here.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll pay the fee for today, it’s fine.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you push. “You still have like 45 minutes. Just go and get it done!”

She looks to and fro, taking in the calm expressions of the men and you. “I don’t really wanna leave or go alone, though.”

And ever the wingmen, Jin and Taehyung add their two cents. “Jungkook can go with you. He’s done for today anyways, and we’re,” Jin points between Taehyung, himself and you, “just warming up.”

A ridiculous excuse if you’ve ever heard one. And anyway, you couldn’t be done with today more than you already are. You sigh.

Jungkook is hesitant at first, but her pure gaze is an absolutely convincing enabler. Puppy eyes look into his puppy eyes, and she assures, “It’s okay. Just if you want to.”

Your chest burns green. You hate the boys for not shutting up. Hate yourself for feeling what you feel. Watching a roommate, a childhood friend, walk away shouldn’t hurt or turn your heart into a bleeding mess.

The dull ache is agonizing and holds a hint of teenage drama. The pain that comes when freshly in love, experiencing a crack in those purple, golden, pink and vibrant feelings. When the light of the world dims a little.

Just this time, you’re adults, trapped at the same place, the same apartment. You’re stuck with him; in fact, you have been since he talked to you first so many years ago. There’s no easy way out of this.

But then you think that drowning in overthinking is unsolicited. They have just stood up, nodded kindly, left like ten seconds ago. There’s nothing behind their actions, but you’re still holding onto the easiest outcome, hoping you’ll realize tonight that your worries were for nothing after all.

But what upsets you the most is that this hurt is and was inevitable anyway. One day, your fling will break; one day, your feelings might numb you. One day, he might move on and fall for someone who’s not you, sleep with someone who’s not you eventually.

And then you’ll feel the same things that you do right now – what if today is just the damn beginning, a quiet warning?

If you’re turning a molehill into a mountain already, what about everything that will happen?

Another deep breath. Harder now that he’s not in front of you. What have you gotten yourself into?

The library is around five minutes from here, so they might be back in fifteen. No biggie, nothing happens in that time. You keep studying, trying to digress, but still a tense mess. Ten minutes pass, then fifteen, then twenty.

Forty-five minutes later, the library should technically be closed already.

And an hour later, they’re still not back.

“Damn,” Jin whispers, finally exhausted enough to not drill your head with explanations anymore. “He must’ve scored.”

For the love of God. You like him and Taehyung, but you really cannot fuck with their remarks anymore. You’re tired.

Secretly, you send a message, but Jungkook doesn’t respond. He’s a bad texter in general, but he always texts you back immediately. Another five minutes later, you sigh. “I’m getting worried.”

“It’s nothing,” Taehyung, however, promises. But he calls him anyway – no response. “I guess we should just be happy for them.”

Jin agrees with a hum, proud of his young friend until he notices your visible stiffness. “Are you okay?” He puts a hand on your shoulder, waking you up a little.

“Yeah.”

“Wanna stop studying? If you want, we can go to a café and I’ll buy you something nice.”

You know it’s an invitation to a date, so you decline. Even though it’s exactly what you proposed to Jungkook hours ago. Along with your suggestion to go to a library. Just what he’s doing right now – supposedly, even after closing time… Even though he promised he wouldn’t leave you alone with people you barely know.

Unfortunately, you’re not the most social person. Not exactly shy, but you have your introverted sides, even if you don’t show them to loved ones. Meeting new people can be stressful, and you were just lucky that Jin and Taehyung turned out to be pleasant to a certain degree.

That’s why… He promised…

Anger and irritation mix with your dull mood, and you look at a random spot on the table. You apologize to Jin and add, “I’m sorry, it’s just… Jungkook promised we’d go home together.”

Jin and Taehyung wait. Look at each other. A silent conversation unfolds before Taehyung leans in and puts a hand on yours. “Are you guys doing okay?”

You and Jungkook? Are you?

“I don’t know,” you tell him with a shrug.

“What’s going on?”

You blow a raspberry, shaking your head in response. I don’t know, your gesture says again. You think they understand without you talking much, because Jin hums in the next moment.

“I’m sorry…” Again, he looks at Taehyung, and you glance between them. Both their eyes are apologetic. “We didn’t know. If we had…”

What then? They’d made Jungkook fall in love with you?

When not even you could?

“It’s okay. It’s whatever, actually,” you say, feigning calmness. “Emotions and physical intimacy don’t always have to align, right?”

For a second, confusion befalls their faces before they get it. The thing Jungkook didn’t tell them about the two of you yet – the ridiculous affair going on for weeks now.

“Right…” Taehyung mutters.

“Thank you, though. For studying with me and all.”

You take a stand. Gather your things. Wish them a pleasant weekend and tell them you hope you’ll see them again soon. It’s a lie, because they’ll keep seeing you as the girl who’s in love with her best friend, and you don’t need pity.

And anyway. Why care when Jungkook is apparently doing more than okay?

Keeping his hands off you wasn’t so hard after all.

–

Tiptoeing through the darkness has become a habit of yours.

You can’t recall if it’s thanks to your late night moans, the utter lack and need of light; light is a waste of energy and money when you’re wrapped in the arms of a man you keep falling for harder. 

Right now, you don’t need the brightness either; your curtains are shut. It feels a little redundant and doesn’t quite match the silent back and forth rocking of your heart. It’s like darkness makes you think better – and in all honesty, maybe you shouldn’t be thinking or overthinking at all, but your mind is a masochist as much as your body.

You guess tonight the cause of the missing light is not his hypnotizing touch. Or his words, dipped in honey and molten caramel.

Hours later, and he’s still not home. The faint brightness of the sky still guides you through your living room, but soon, you’ll have to adjust to the darkness when the sun goes down – and he will still not be back.

You look over to the door, still slightly ajar and unmoving, as it was when you entered the living room this late afternoon.

Your knuckles pale as you curl your fingers to tight fists, and when your nails dig into your palms too painfully, you release your skin and grab your phone from under your thigh. Even though it’s still too warm for October, the thin blanket – that for once does not carry his scent – provides a bit of comfort. You pull it closer to your chin.

Ringing a few times, someone picks up with a suspicious hint in their voice. You want to mock, the way you always do, but bickering is definitely not your number one priority tonight.

“Hey,” you greet. “Am I disturbing you?”

Your sister uh-uhs; her yawn reveals her constant love for her bedroom. She’s a homebody as much as you used to be before you started drafting “Things I Need to Do Before I Die/Turn 30” bucket lists.

Then again, her fatigue might be well justified, considering that she’s already married, managing a house and an incredibly sweet infant. Everything is quiet in the background, though, so right now must be one of those glorious, peaceful moments she always yearns for.

“You’re not,” she says. “But this is a little unusual. You don’t call that much anymore, and definitely not that randomly.”

“That hurts.”

She laughs and then sighs, opting for her first ice-breaking question. Ever-constant since you were kids, “Have you eaten yet?”

“Yeah. A little.”

“Doesn’t sound like that’s enough.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll get more later.”

A brief silence follows, and then you ask, “So, how’s everything going?”

It’s an awkward question – not necessarily part of a standard conversation between the two of you. You usually have random topics to tackle, but today, the drop of your heart and her obvious wariness don’t seem to set the mood for a sisterly chat.

“I go shopping for the little one way too much,” she admits. “Bought her a dress and an apron today. I think she likes the dress, because she won’t let me take it off, but she hates the apron.”

“You spend money on stuff she won’t care about in two days–”

“Yeah, isn’t it funny? Babies are exhausting.”

“She’s sleeping in her dress tonight?”

“Oh, she’s not sleeping. God, wouldn’t that be such a nice concept?” She laughs, and you can imagine the soft way she shakes her head, eyes rolling back with a gentle smile. You miss her a lot right now. “No, she’s downstairs and watching Winx Club with her Dad.”

You blow a raspberry, containing your sudden giggle before it ebbs down. “He’s watching Winx Club with her?”

“She loves it. And apparently, so does he.”

The dim giggle that somehow gets stuck in your throat indicates more than you want to allow. You think she notices, but you are grateful when she doesn’t address it… directly. Her answer does seem a bit telling to you still.

“Where’s Jungkook? You guys didn’t go out today?”

The mention of his name hurts less than the familiarity she says it with. It makes you realize once again how large his role has become in your life throughout the decades. How he’s grown not only to your best friend, but to someone your people know and appreciate.

They undoubtedly view him as not only a part of your everyday life, but part of you as a whole, too. The familiarity reminds you of summer days, of drowsy afternoons after school when he’d come and visit, scavenge your kitchen like it was his second home.

Your house where you’d both get scolded together, where his childish giggles would echo even after he left. Those ear to ear grins would be reserved for you – he was too shy and too introverted to flash them in front of the overbearing, overwhelming class.

“I think he’s out with friends,” you mumble back, and your voice fails you in just the way you wanted to avoid.

Your childhood feels like a different reality to you. When you’d still fiddle with cassettes and video cameras. Something about the nostalgic bitterness hurts.

You breathe in deeply, and your sister’s voice drops. “Aren’t you bored?”

“No…”

No, you’re not. You’re too busy thinking.

She sighs again and calls your name, firmly, as she did when you lied about your first failed exam. Or when you sprained your ankle after she warned you to not overdo skateboarding.

“Is everything alright?” She finally wants to know, and you think you feel your body drop to your basement.

“Yeah.”

“What is it?”

No point in lying again. If anyone, she might understand your stupid, dumb, totally high-school-ish lovesickness. She’s seen your lowest lows – another one won’t scare her off.

So you’re point blank.

“I think I’m falling in love with him.”

You don’t need to say a name. No syllable of his existence is necessary to make your confession burn everything inside your body. Saying it out loud pains you in an entirely new way – makes it so incredibly clear how deeply rooted your affection is, and how his isn’t.

In all honesty, you imagine it’s not really a surprise to her. But she doesn’t ridicule you or sing-song how she knew; instead, she hums. “What happened?”

“So much,” you say, holding back your chokes. “A lot happened. Like, things that shouldn’t happen between friends, you know? Or, like… Things that shouldn’t classify us as friends anymore.”

“Okay…” She waits, and you use the moment to draw another breath, swallowing hard. A fist presses against a spot under your chest. “Do you wanna tell him, baby?”

“I don’t know,” you confess, biting into your cheek. “I don’t know if I can.”

“But. You do realize that he adores y–”

“That’s not the problem!” You interrupt. “He’s shown me more than enough of that…”

His touches, his eyes, his words – they were more than enough to show that he cares. You’re an anchor for him, an important other half that he grew used to until you became a firm molecule of himself. Kind of belonging to him the way best friends of an eternity do.

Your sister waits for you to continue – there’s no question she can ask that you won’t answer yourself in a minute, she knows. And as you know that she knows, you speak on. “We went to a study group today, his crush joined, he left with her and he hasn’t come back since.”

So annoying that your thoughts have to fall off your tongue in the form of actual words. So annoying.

“We’ve been sleeping together for weeks–”

“Hey,” she interrupts when your voice grows louder, a little more frantic. “What’s the deal between you? Did he ever say he wants to stay friends? Or is it just you two struggling with communication?”

“He kind of said he doesn’t want anything between us to change, and he… He looked scared when he said it.”

There’s an urge in you to defend yourself, and to talk him down to feel better about yourself. But as soon as you feel the desire, you feel regret, too – because you never tried, right?

You never denied his answer, never told him that intimacy with him meant everything to you. That you still think of the way his breath fell hot against your wet shoulder under your equally hot shower.

“That’s a standard move after the adrenaline ebbs down.”

Your sister’s argument is followed by an odd echo, and you press your phone closer to your ears, shutting your eyes to hold onto the hope. “What does that mean?”

“Well… It’s like. He sleeps with you, perhaps has some hidden feelings for you, too, but then realizes he needs to say some fucked up shit like that, so you don’t mentally run away the next morning.” She rambles down the possibility faster than your mind can comprehend. “He wants to preserve the emotional connection in your relationship. Breaking it would suck.”

Does what she’s saying make any sense? You’re not sure, because it sounds too far from anything that could actually be in your platonically established relationship with him.

“I’m not saying I’m absolutely right,” she immediately argues, urgency in her voice. “But he seems easy to talk to, and I don’t think a conversation would cause too much harm.”

A conversation? No fucking way.

“You know, that’s what everyone says, and then one gets rejected and the friendship breaks and like, I can’t really afford moving out and–” Your ear sighs in relief when the rough press of your device vanishes, and you look at the time and three notifications; none relating to him. “He hasn’t even called or anything. And he promised we’d come home together.”

“But he even calls you when he’s drunk somewhere.”

“Yeah… Yeah, that’s my point.”

“No. I mean, he calls you every single time. Not doing it once doesn’t mean much when he’s done it every other time he wasn’t home, or surrounded by a hundred other people who’d keep him busy.”

She’d know.

She was there once, weeks ago, visiting you when she witnessed Jungkook’s endless yabbering; it didn’t die down until he cut the line to call a cab. The TV show you’d prepared for your and your sister’s night together went down the drain, because drunk-as-all-hell-Jungkook needed all the care his best friend could provide.

She didn’t mind – she watched from the sidelines, endeared by the ever blossoming friendship that held him and you together.

You think that was the ultimate shift that threw you off the cliff’s edge, when you’d realized for the very first time what you truly felt for him. The conversation on the phone. The moment he arrived back home. The smile and everything that happened before the night ended.

You remember.

Showered and provided with food, you tucked the drowsy man in; he was conscious enough to ask, “What did I say when I called?”

Yeah. You remember. And you don’t think you’ll ever forget, even though you knew even back then he wasn’t going to remember the next day.

“You just called to say that–” You smiled, and your eyes dropped to where his fingers wrapped around your palm loosely, holding you with more fondness tonight than usual. “That…”

You leaned in, brushing his hair back and clearing the path to his ear. He smiled and backed away an inch when your breath tickled his skin, and you whispered a minute worth of a summary before you straightened your back again.

“I said all that?” He asked, perplexed, barely believing he was capable of more than endless banter.

“You did…”

“Okay. I meant it then. I can feel that I meant it for sure,” he blabbered, nodding as his eyelids sunk. He tightened his grip around your hand, thankful that you were talking him to sleep, and brought your knuckles to his cheek. Addressing your older sibling, he spoke, “Dunno if she can hear me, but tell her she has the best baby-sister-pumpkin-brat ever.”

A peculiar night. A stark contrast to today.

You snap out of the fleeting, blissful memory when your sister’s soothing voice breaks through to you, prodding again. “And you remember what he said when he went skiing with some of his other friends years ago? When he called?”

God, that was ages ago. You didn’t live together back then.

“That he should’ve taken me with him,” you recall.

That your stupid pumpkin hugs are warmer than the stupid fireplace.

“And his first outing alone after you moved in together? His cousin’s karaoke party.”

You hesitate. “That he was leaving earlier and bringing me some snacks from there.”

“And why did he do that again?”

“Because he knew I hadn’t eaten yet.”

It’s an interview. One that brings back the ache of lost days, when you didn’t know what he was providing for you to cherish before it was over. You wish he’d just at least send a message now.

Something about his lasting absence mixes your sadness with light anger. Anger toward him, but mostly toward yourself for falling so deep.

Your sister doesn’t back down; in fact, she sounds like she’s warming up, scouring through the pages of a mental notebook that lists every of your and his core moments. “What about the time be–”

“I got it…” You tell her with the click of a tongue, though you can’t hide the slight chuckle that interrupts your burning irritation.

“Yeah,” she says firmly. “He could’ve been wetting his dick somewhere, but he ran home to you, because it’s you he cares about the most.”

“He did get his dick wet a few times.” Ugh. There it is again, the unwarranted fury that you’re sure you’ll carry to the moment he comes back home. “Brought home girls other times, too.”

“Aren’t those the times you’d be asleep and wake up to missed calls from him?”

Shit. Okay.

She’s definitely keeping tabs on your relationship with him, documenting everything for a moment like this, when she’d be able to conveniently rattle down all arguments as to why he might be irrevocably in love with you. Big question mark.

Reminiscing about the moments she mentions, you curse at the dependence he’s developed toward you. Swearing at the way you’ve gotten used to him. If you hadn’t – if you’d listened to your friends’ vehement prophecies that you’d fall for him one day – you might not have found yourself in this very situation.

Maybe it’s a flaw the both of you sport. To rely on each other too much; to showcase utter independence and strength unless the topic and affection shift to each other.

And maybe it’s even a flaw to let your sister’s words get to you; to let the tender sparks of hope light your veins along your body. Up to your neck and your jaw where his lips have been carving his name for weeks now.

Hope and vexation keep clashing – forming an explosion that’s followed by another round of silence.

–

Once your sister bids you goodbye, the silence continues until Jungkook arrives at your place way after dinner time.

Only today, you ate alone, feeding the hunger and thirst that the overthinking caused. You don’t think he’s eaten yet. His lazy, slow steps and sunken face reveal that much – he always looks exhausted like that when he’s starving.

But instead of making a beeline to the kitchen, he lets his backpack fall near the living room door, immediately stepping to where you lay on the couch. He takes a seat at your feet with a quiet groan, placing a hand on your shin with a sigh.

“What?” You ask, decoding his stare as a hidden question.

“Jin and Tae gave me an earful.”

Oh. Shit. What if they…

“What did they say?” You ask, keeping your voice steady. As unbothered as you can muster. You want to find out about your potentially common feelings, but you can’t break right away.

He deserves to see you pissed.

His head drops and he rubs his forehead and eyes in fatigue. “Just that I should’ve brought you home. And I guess they’re right, so–”

“It’s okay,” you say with a laugh. One that you can’t help but let out with a slight mock. “I know where we live. I hope you enjoyed yourself, though.”

The biggest idiot in the world could probably tell that you don’t mean anything you’re saying. So rightfully, Jungkook looks taken aback, blinking. “What’s going on? Even those two seemed kinda pissed.”

Ironic. Wasn’t it them setting Jungkook and Hayun up in the first place?

You choose to withhold your answer, and he tries again as he calls your name. “Hey.”

Nothing.

“I’m trying to talk to you,” he prods again. “What’s up, Pumpkin?”

Even if you decided to speak up now, there’s hesitation in the back of your mind. One that doesn’t allow you just yet to lay your feelings open. If he’s this clueless, you might just embarrass yourself.

And you’re in absolutely no mood to explain yourself. You can’t burst into tears again – and anyway, as someone who promised to stay by your side, he should probably figure it out himself.

You choose silence.

When none of his attempts succeed, he looks to the dark screen of the TV. He sucks his lip in between his teeth, thinking about something you can’t figure out. And when nothing pops up, he gives up with yet another sigh, stands to trudge to his room and shuts the door behind him.

You guess he’s just changing, because two minutes later, he walks out in pajamas. Another shirt you crumpled up a few days ago; it reminds you of a lewd and coarse night. The memory isn’t as euphoric anymore.

Languidly, sparing you just a brief look, he walks past you and to the kitchen. You listen as the fridge opens and dishes clatter. Hear the sounds of the microwave, the way he downs two glasses of tap water.

All this time, you’re tense. You can barely focus on what your book contains, the letters in it blurry. You let his evening preparations fade into background noise, and only snap out of your reverie when you hear him ask, “Do you want some, too?”

He’s standing in the middle of the room, his favorite bowl in his hands. You guess his meal consists of rice or some improvised dish, because the scent doesn’t remind you of your own dinner. He knows you’re fond of his spontaneous cooking skills… But tonight, you can’t find the strength to say yes to his presence.

“No. Thank you.”

“Have you eaten?”

He shifts, standing around awkwardly. When you nod, he does, too. “Okay. Good.”

And then he’s gone again.

After that, he doesn’t speak a word to you all night. You don’t bother to approach him either, sulking and drowning in your stupid misery. From afar, you hear the sounds of his laptop keyboard and of some paper, and you assume he’s using the rest of the day to study more instead of going out again.

Probably not feeling it, either.

You think you manage a chapter or two, somehow skimming through the pages until you realize that you’re not enjoying the book. You close the novel, dropping it onto the table and yourself further down the couch.

Before you know it, you’ve dozed off – before you know it, you feel a soothing blanket fall over you. Soft like snow. You open your eyes and see a figure hover above you, leaning in carefully, and you nuzzle into the warm, sweet scent of the blanket.

It’s his, not yours. And he’s standing there, in the nearly full darkness. There’s a flickering golden shimmer in the room – he’s lit the Jasmine scented candle on the coffee table, calming you in your sleep when you worry too much.

He backs away slowly when you move, whispering although there’s no one else in this apartment to disturb. “I was gonna wake you up to get you to your room, but…” You can’t focus much yet, but you know he’s pausing to swallow. “You seemed fast asleep, so…”

“I don’t think I was. Just in a half-half state… But thank you,” you tell him so quietly he can barely hear.

You wait. Looking around, but your eyes can’t focus on the digital clock. “What time is it?”

“Almost two in the morning.”

“Why’re you awake?”

You’re still too drowsy to realize what his silhouette is doing, but you imagine he has his hands in the pockets of his joggers. Shrugging. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Studying?”

“No.” He hesitates and hums. “I mean, yeah, I tried earlier, but I couldn’t really memorize anything. So I tried to sleep.”

The constant repetition of trying is concerning. Jungkook falls asleep quickly – the rare nights he turned and tossed were ones that occurred during deeply troubled times.

“What’s up?” You ask.

“Nothing. I guess I wasn’t tired enough.”

His voice moves from above you to next to you. Closer as he sits down on the couch again, dry sounds of hands rubbing mixing with your question. “But you don’t seem okay, so… What’s up?”

Jungkook doesn’t speak for what feels like several minutes, even though not more than ten seconds could have passed. He keeps on rubbing his hands, breathing out. You adjust to the darkness a little, your vision clearer.

You shift to sit up a little, tired of the steady darkness. You see his pout, the very slight sadness and insecurity in his eyes, averting your gaze soon enough.

“You’re mad at me,” he mumbles.

Of course he knows. He always does.

“I’m–”

“Don’t deny it, though, please,” he interrupts. “I know you well enough.”

He nods slowly, sucking in his lower lip again. Still not looking at you, he fidgets with his fingers. He cracks one of his tatted digits, but stops when he remembers how much you hate the sound.

“Okay. I won’t,” you tell him, leaning back again. “I’m mad at you, but…” You close your eyes. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But we always talk. That’s our thing.”

There are a lot of things you consider your thing. A myriad of gestures you believed yours: Secret habits, silent routines or deeply rooted care showing in big and small things.

The bottled up emotions you’ve been suppressing since teenagehood catch up with you, and suddenly, you’re burning inside. Regretting what you say the moment it slips out. “Not abandoning each other for a hook up is our thing, too. Or was at least.”

Cue, bambi eyes. Confusion laced, squinting, head tilting. “What?”

“You know what I mean…”

Or maybe he doesn’t. Given the fact that he was gone for hours, you thought it’d be obvious – and still, it takes him a scratch of his ears and a defeated sigh from you until he shakes his head. “It’s about Hayun, isn’t it?”

Is it such a hard thing to figure out?

You know this man. You’re sure he understood his mistake the moment he came back to the study table, devoid of you, and found his friends barking at him. He must be pretending, and you don’t understand why – perhaps because it’s easier to brush issues aside instead of explaining them.

“Jungkook…”

Your voice comes out more desperate than you intended; and his words of defense fall out of him more piqued than you expected. Maybe he had the same talk with Jin and Taehyung. Can still not grasp why this conversation of mutual annoyance is even happening.

“No, I–” He stops your sentence, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t get it.”

For a second, you’re not sure what to say. Because you’re confused. There was guilt in his eyes when he came home, when he tried to speak to you, and when he sat down a minute ago. Now, there’s exasperation.

As if he feels bad that he hurt you somehow, but can simultaneously not figure out what catastrophic misdeed he did.

You think briefly, and then respond, “Me neither. It’s a stupid thing to be hung up on.” Which is true. You don’t own him; you don’t claim him, there should be no expectations. But. “But I just– still wish you’d kept your promise.”

“What promise?”

“You were supposed to stay, because I barely know these two.”

Your cheeks are heating up, the blanket suddenly too warm. You make an attempt to calm your tone, blinking, because he doesn’t deserve the harshness you brought upon yourself. You continue quieter.

“And yeah, I said I know where we live, but you were supposed to come home with me.”

Acting like you’re the heartbroken girlfriend who waded home through the rain, entirely without her deceiving, immoral boyfriend on her side is wrong. So much is wrong about this situation, and you hate how much it lacks actual logic. Or sense.

Jungkook’s back straightens, broad shoulders lifting a little as he delivers more fiery arguments. “You were talking to them just fine. And you wouldn’t stop looking at Jin anyways, so what’s the problem?”

So he noticed? The apparent flirting between his friend and you. Did it bother him?

“It would’ve just been nice if you hadn’t let yourself distract so easily,” you say, unable to stop the fight from emerging. You’re caught in the same hot fire as him and it will leave nothing but guilt and regret once it burns out. “I know you like sleeping with pretty girls, but… This was the first time you left for one.”

“This has nothing to do with me sleeping with people.”

“I just–” He voices a silent nah in between, mumbles something else, and it irritates the hell out of you. “Listen, I just don’t want to be another fling among so many, I’m your best friend!”

No. No, this is not going as planned. The both of you have always been too chill with each other to be trapped in angry moods and words. This isn’t normal between you…

“What the fuck. That doesn’t make any sense, you’re just pulling this out of your ass now!” Jungkook snaps, his laugh intimidating. “I haven’t– this is…”

In his irritation, he struggles with words. Sounds unsure somehow, like he wants to be angry, but like you caught some of the truth still. Like he can’t deny that you’re another hook up he’ll forget about one day.

So you ask, “Do you insist on protection with me, because you’ve been sleeping with other girls, too?”

You must admit that it’s a brave question. It only dawns on you a moment later that the answer might crush you. But instead he shakes his head firmly. “No. No, that’s not it. And you’d know if it was.”

That’s not it, but something is. The conversation is jumping back and forth too much, but you’ve grown courageous and let out the thoughts that have been haunting you for days.

“But you have a reason.”

He must. For the insecurity in his eyes when you claim you’re on the pill. Or when he brushes off your suggestions to slide in bare fast.

But to your chagrin, he dodges your question and says something else instead. “I don’t know what you think happened today, but it didn’t go this far.”

“Not this far?”

“No, seriously stop–”

“But something did happen? Did you kiss or–” You stop talking when he rubs his face with his hands, groaning into them. When he tangles the fingers of both hands and presses them against his mouth, you see the growing anger in his usually gentle eyes. “I actually… I don’t need to know.”

He swallows, still looking at you with hooded eyes. Waiting for something, presumably to calm down, and then he clicks his tongue and speaks again. “Is it really just about sex? Or whatever the hell you’re thinking of.”

There’s something about the calmness in his voice that changes the atmosphere. Not necessarily because the volume of the conversation has dropped so low all of a sudden.

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s still sitting here, trying to solve a problem when he could easily run off to his room and leave you heartbroken in the darkness. That he’s trying to keep himself composed, ready to talk things out.

So you take a deep breath, too. You rewind to the afternoon, replay the moments, feeling again what hit you hours ago. And then, you give the convo another try.

“No… I wish it was. It’s about how humiliated I felt today. About how you just dropped me after I told you how shitty I was feeling these days.”

Humiliating that even your friends know about my feelings for you now while you left with another girl, you almost say.

It’s not a tactic to guilt-trip him. It’s one genuine reason for your mood, along with all the others that you cannot blame him for. In fact, you’ve been feeling shitty because the ambiguity of your relationship is fucking with you – and that’s not entirely his fault.

That you wanted to soothe those worries with his presence was always destined to be your doom anyway.

But his actions still didn’t feel good…

“It’s not like you or me or us to do such a thing to each other. So on top of all the stress, it just hurt, Jungkook.”

The room goes quiet. Lit in dim hues, the expression on his face falls and the pout returns, eyes bigger now. He looks down to the hands that dropped to his lap, and you think he swallows.

“I’m sorry,” is what he then murmurs.

“It’s… It’s fine.”

“No. It really isn’t.”

Despite your disappointment, you feel a sting somewhere deep in your heart. There’s something about Jungkook’s guilt that is sharply painful.

Because he usually isn’t one to hurt people. He’s sweet and gentle, a pure soul despite his occasionally crude or teasing remarks. Caring and soft – so you guess, him realizing he made a mistake hits hard, not only him, but you, too.

When you start pulling your legs in slowly, he uses the movement to lift the blanket off your feet. He pushes your legs away slightly, but enough to force you to fold them, putting yourself in a proper sitting position until you’re facing the TV.

Shifting closer, he drapes the blanket over his body, surprising you when he stretches out an arm to sneak it behind you. You understand that he’s trying to hug you when it’s too late, and still stubborn and sad, you attempt to resist his touch.

His fingers press into your shoulders, hands gently pushing your resistant digits off his chest. Overwhelmed by feelings, you don’t realize the dampness in your eyes until you sniffle, stop fighting and hear him ask, “May I?” He wraps his digits around yours, hidden under the blanket. “Please.”

Another sniff. Your fingers are entwined. He leads your palm and arm along his tummy and chest, making you wrap your limb around his torso until you’re in a half hug. Pulls you close until your ear rests against his heartbeat; the hand on your shoulder wanders to your waist.

He embraces you tight, and when he speaks again, you laugh. “Hug me harder.”

Because it’s something he does and says every single time you feel down. Joking around, forcing you to almost asphyxiate him until he’s playfully groaning. It’s an effective remedy for you, and it belongs to you. To him… To the both of you.

A gesture so tender is bound to tie your throat. The tears don’t quite escape, but your voice is shaky. Suddenly, the expected guilt washes over you. You were mean to your best friend as much as he was to you, even if unintentionally. And knowing this hurts.

“I’m sorry… I hate letting stuff out on you, and I– I know it’s not okay now, but it will be later, and I shouldn’t hav–”

Words tumble out of you like a waterfall, despite the cracks in your voice, but Jungkook squeezes your body once and shuts you up with a shhh. “You’re not allowed to apologize, Pumpkin. I was a douchebag, and honestly, it’d even be okay if you wanted to punch me.”

He leans back, looking down to your nose and eyelashes. And when you stare back, he lifts his jaw, tilting his head. “Here. Do it, I deserve it.”

“No,” you tell him with a chuckle, pushing his face farther away.

His laughter vibrates against your face when you place your cheek on his chest again. He feels warm, comforting; like the man you love, but also like your best friend. You want to wrap your legs around him and melt into him. Cry a tear or two.

And he makes it worse.

“You know I adore you, right? That you mean the world to me,” he says.

He doesn’t mean it the way you want him to. But he means it nevertheless.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “I do.”

“I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. You know I wouldn’t, I mean you… You’re my girl, you know?” Another dim jab directly to your chest. You sigh. “I don’t fucking know what I’d do without you. Those fights, they feel… Crappy.”

“I know.” You shrug your shoulders. “You’re just… We’re just idiots sometimes.”

“Yeah. And I was the biggest jerk today, and I’m sorry. Okay, Pumpkin?” He taps against your waist, then puts the same hand on your arm and rubs it gently. “I’ll do anything to prove it, too. Get a pumpkin tattoo for you.”

No matter how much your affection for him hurts, it makes you smile along with his words, too. You bury your face in his cotton shirt, resisting to kiss the spot over his heart. “You don’t need to.”

He imitates your sigh, and his shoulders drop, like he’s giving into the sudden peace that followed the storm. Your body doesn’t succumb to said peace or exhaustion, your muscles still tense – until his lazy lips roam your hair. Breathing against your scalp, coming down to kiss your temple.

His touch lingers there, a gesture to show tender affection, now that the harsh words have subsided. And still, your mind wanders from his adoration for you back to the loneliness of tonight. You lift your face and turn it, watching the flicker of the candle.

“Do you still have a crush on her?” You then ask.

To your relief, he doesn’t act or stay oblivious to what you’re referring to, and for a moment you think it’d be better if he did. If he was caught up in the moment with you enough to blend out any other hers.

Instead, he throws a question back. “Why are you asking that?”

“I’m just… curious.”

Behind your back, you feel him shrug. He procrastinates as if the answer is hidden somewhere in the depths of his brain. And your assumption proves right, because, “I don’t know. I think she’s attractive, but–”

His tone is hesitant. You don’t think he necessarily minds the topic, but that might be because it doesn’t evoke in him as much as you imagined. Even if he did share a kiss or whatever with her, his but suggests that he doesn’t dwell in thoughts about her.

“But I don’t think it was ever a full blown crush. It’s whatever, you know?” He responds.

“What’s a… A full blown crush to you?”

“Like. A sense of devotion,” he tells you. You might be imagining it, but you think his arm tightens around you. “It feels a bit like a virus. Takes over most of your thoughts, keeps you occupied…”

A pause, as though he’s speaking from his heart; collecting his emotions. His words sound real.

“This almost unbearable feeling of yearning that hurts a little.”

Jungkook always told you he likes the yearning. The subtle heartbreak and the bittersweet experience that love brings. Despite his jokester personality, Jungkook hides a big pink cloud behind his chest, and it’s filled with daydreams. Romanticizes the world a bit.

“And I don’t feel any of that with her,” he adds, breathing out the sentence softly.

“So…”

“I don't care about her that much if that’s what you mean. I don’t have super bad butterflies in my tummy or want to spend every second with her.” Which is what your pining consists of, you realize. “And… I know I sucked today, but I wouldn’t… I dunno, prefer being with her than with you or any other good friend on any other day.”

Apart from whatever happened today, you guess he’s not wrong. The conversation with your sister proved this much – he prefers being with you, like he preferred your presence instead of a campus party’s buzz.

You look up at him. He’s done talking, and you’re done asking about Hayun. It’s quiet, his eyes dropping; he’s close to you and your stare continues wordlessly. You actually think your eyes are saying a lot already – looking at him drives you crazy, and you can only hide so much.

But despite your silence, he realizes that you’re keeping something veiled; so he nods slowly, as if to encourage you to speak your mind. And you, led by his gentle gaze, take the chance in a moment of courage.

“Can you kiss me?”

You don’t think he expected it. But he doesn’t sound taken aback, yet gives back a question with a hum. “Hm?”

“I…” You swallow, blinking. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I want that right now, but I do.” It makes no sense whatsoever; he might even catch the sentiments in your eyes. But still. “Kiss me.”

He keeps looking at you. If he’s feeling proud of his effect on you, he doesn’t show it – instead, he looks somehow pained. The ache doesn’t only hide in his eyes, but then manifests in the tips of his fingers, brushing back your hair.

Silently, he lets the warmth of his palm rest on your heated cheek. His thumb wipes under your eyes, catching invisible tears, his focus on your lips.

And then, he leans in slowly and locks his mouth with yours. The touch electrifies you and freezes the blood in your veins. You’re mesmerized and confused about how perfectly his mouth fits yours, like two parts of one heart.

He kisses you delicately, tilts his head, then breaks the kiss to angle his face to the other side. His arm holds you close and wrapped in him, his hand flat between your shoulder blades. The fingers of his other hand settle under your ear, pushing you back unconsciously until you’re lying on the couch.

Despite the mixing of senses and touches, you still perceive all of his actions, and he only wipes that sanity away when his tongue catches yours.

When you gasp into his mouth, he grips your thigh, settling between your legs. You let your fingers sneak under his shirt, touching his warm back, and now it’s his turn to sigh and let go. To drift back to look at you for a moment, breathing not as steady anymore.

He searches for something in your eyes; you focus on the yellow-orange light on his face.

Funny how the lack of light caused the crack in your relationship in the first place; funny how the darkness seems to expand in your heart every time you remember he’s not yours.

Even if it feels like it right now.

His erratic exhales calm down once he draws a deep breath. You interpret the shaky inhale the way you want to – that it means he’s asking himself whether you’re real. This time, it looks like he’s feeling the same, but he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t say anything.

Only comes back to kiss you again, parting your lips, hands on your cheeks and in your hair. For the first time, you think he tastes different, but you don’t care. You let him kiss you; you let him touch you; you let him hug you close once he’s done, bringing your hand to his face to peck your knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers one last time, and when he goes entirely still, you think he knows. About every single thing in your heart.

The bitter truth?

You’re too selfish to ask if you’re right. Would rather lie here in silence, watch his reflection in the blank screen of the TV, eyes open as he watches you, too.

Another bitter truth:

If he lifted his head to press his lips against yours once more, bringing in further hurt, you’d let him again. Even if it doesn’t exceed physical lust for him; even if you can still smell an unknown perfume on him, extending the pain.

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The Less I Know The Better XII (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: NON-CON, jealousy, manipulation, underage drinking, drug use, unhealthy relationship, eventual violence, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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JJ really hated that stupid necklace.

Not necessarily the necklace itself, but just what it represented. It had been weeks since you and Rafe broke up. Weeks since the blond had tapped on your window in the middle of the night, unintentionally waking JJ too, allowing him to listen as Rafe did what he was sure you weren’t strong enough to. He had to hand it to Rafe, because he didn’t think the Kook would ever man up and do the right thing.

However, it wasn’t like there was much cause for celebration.

Sure, you were single now, and that made JJ’s chest bloom, but he remembered the hardness in Rafe’s voice that night. He remembered the mouthful of words that went unsaid, words that you both agreed with. You were single, sure, but you still walked around this island like you belonged to Rafe, and every time JJ’s eyes fell to that pink seashell dangling around your neck…

He was reminded of that.

He really didn’t like that you were so proud to parade yourself around like you were Rafe’s property or something. The guy had broken up with you, and you were more than happy to agree that despite that, you and he would wait for each other. It made JJ sick, and maybe not for the reasons it should have.

His blue gaze found the sand, and he pulled his lip between his teeth.

If JJ closed his eyes, he could still perfectly remember the feel of you squeezing around his fingers. He could remember the sound of your soft moans, your breathing as it picked up. You had felt so soft…so warm…and so tight. Even now, the memory had his shorts feeling a little tighter, and he had to force himself to think about literally anything else.

He shouldn’t have done that.

That was something he acknowledged not even minutes later, so confused and disgusted with himself. You were his best friend, and it was safe to say that you probably trusted him more than Rafe. So, how could JJ do that to you? What was wrong with him? How could he, someone who preached about how bad Rafe was for you, turn around and do something that was worse than Rafe had ever done?

Your laughter grabbed his attention, and JJ looked up as you and Pope tried to keep John B. from stepping on your sandcastle.

He ran his eyes over you, drinking you in, gaze lingering on the glow of your skin. You seemed happier without Rafe, the stress of his burdens no longer visible on your face, but that could’ve just been JJ’s wishful thinking. After all, in your mind, you and Rafe weren’t really broken up. This was probably just a short time-out for you, confident that you and Rafe would be back together in no time. The thought made him roll his eyes, and when he glanced over, his eyes caught familiar brown ones.

Kie was staring at him with a frown, and feeling like he’d been caught, JJ looked away, standing.

He tried to ignore the fact that Kie saw through him before he even saw through himself, calling him out on his bullshit that he’d been in denial about.  Had he really been that obvious? Or was Kie just that good? He hoped it was the second one, because he didn’t know what he’d do if you thought like Kie and suspected that his behavior this whole time was because of jealousy. JJ was sure that you wouldn’t entertain the thought even if he kissed you…and how could you?

He'd treated you like nothing more than a sister his whole life. He looked out for you like one and loved you like one. JJ knew that if you knew the thoughts running through his head every time he looked at you these days, you’d probably be sick, but he couldn’t help it. Truthfully, he didn’t understand how he didn’t see it before.

You were so beautiful, more than any girl he’d gone out with or hooked up with. That thought made him feel…cheated. If he had opened his eyes earlier, then maybe he could’ve saved time. He wouldn’t have spent so many nights smiling at and kissing faceless girls whose names he couldn’t even remember, now. It would’ve been you instead.

Thoughts like that were just temptation to entertain other ones, ones that threatened to make him angry.

Because if it would’ve been you…then it would’ve been him. It would’ve been JJ that gave you your first kiss, arms wrapping around the neck of the guy who’d known you your whole life. It would’ve been him to take you on your first date, to hold your hand by the fire, to give you his jacket on nights where the temperature dropped.

It would’ve been JJ you had sex with.

No, it probably wouldn’t have been in some fancy hotel that probably cost more than what his house was worth, but it would’ve been nice. JJ would’ve made sure you were so comfortable, so relaxed as you parted your legs for him. He would’ve made you feel so good, and it would’ve been great not because of where it happened, but because it was with him.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sight of you nearing him, and he tried not to linger on the way the water clung to your skin. There was a slight frown on your face, your phone tight in your hand, and JJ frowned too.

“What’s wrong?”

There was some part of him that thought it might’ve been Rafe, and he wondered if he was a bad person to hope that the other blond had OD’d.

“I…I don’t know,” you whispered, grabbing your stuff. “My mom called, said that my dad had an accident at work. She’s at the hospital.”

JJ could see the worry on your face, the tears you tried to fight off as you hoped for the best.

“Let me take you,” he offered, and you started to shake your head when he continued. “How else are you going to get there?”

You didn’t need to answer, lips parting, and he could see that you’d contemplated calling Rafe. You seemed to think better of it though, swallowing and nodding at him. Kie approached as he put his shoes on, and you told her what was going on, a worried frown of her own gracing her features.

“Okay,” the other girl breathed, a hand on your arm. “Keep us updated.”

You briefly hugged her before making your way to leave the beach, going back to his house with him to get his bike. As JJ followed you, his eyes briefly met Kie’s again, and he didn’t miss the disappointed look she threw him.

“You didn’t even want her… Not until Rafe did.”

JJ resisted the urge to sigh, grabbing a few beers out of John B.’s fridge. Kie stood on the other side of the door, her normally warm eyes cold as she stared at him. This confrontation shouldn’t have surprised him, especially not after the look she’d given him the other day.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Not only did he not want to give Kie the satisfaction of being right about his feelings, but he also didn’t want to risk her telling you anything. She crossed her arms over her chest, scoffing at him.

“Yeah, I really doubt you’re in denial like you were before…”

Blue and brown met…and clashed.

“You know that she’s not giving up on Rafe anytime soon, and even if she was…” Kie licked her lips. “Now isn’t the time to swoop in and be the shoulder she cries on. I thought you were better than that.”

JJ really looked at Kie, really looked at her, and he could see her concern. He could see that she had your best interests at heart, and it was enough to almost make JJ feel bad. Your dad’s accident would leave him in the hospital for weeks, and even though it was confirmed that he was going to recover well, it still hadn’t stopped you from being terrified.

JJ was the one to hold you as your mom practically forced you both to go home and get some rest. You both had stood outside of the hospital for a while as you cried, JJ’s arms around you, before you finally wiped your face and climbed on his bike with him.

“I’m not-.”

“I see the way you look at her,” Kie interrupted, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she sounded sad. “…and I feel for you. Really, I do, because she’s great and you’re now just realizing it, but you can’t.”

JJ swallowed.

“You would mess everything up.”

Kie was almost pleading with him to be better, and he was almost tempted to stop playing pretend and swear that he would. Kie didn’t know that it was too late for him though. You had taken over his every thought, even when he slept, and he didn’t want to get you out of his head. JJ had seen sides to you that he didn’t even know existed, sides to you that weren’t meant for him, and he desperately wanted them to be.

He wanted you to look at him like you looked at Rafe, touch him like you touched the other blond. JJ wanted to know what it was like to smile into the kiss as you pressed your lips to his, that teasing lilt in your voice that he’d heard before as you’d graze your fingers over his arms. JJ wanted to know what it was like to be loved by you, seduced by you, and why couldn’t he?

You were his long before you were Rafe’s.

…and with that thought, JJ held Kie’s gaze, handing her a beer.

“I told you,” he evenly said. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was quick to leave her, joining the rest of you guys outside in the cat’s ass. His eyes immediately sought out your face as he passed the beers around. You sent him a thankful smile, but it was strained, and he settled into the water beside you. He didn’t look at Kie as she rejoined you all, gaze focused on you as you took a sip.

“Hey,” he murmured, touching your arm. “You okay?”

You nodded with a deep breath.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I know he’ll be fine, but I still worry, you know?”

JJ’s smile was comforting, and yours softened too before looking away, gaze focusing on the water. You were pretty quiet as everyone else talked around you, and JJ knew that it worried them, but no one wanted to force you to be sociable when you didn’t want to. You seemed content to be in your own world with your beer, while JJ was content to remain hyper focused on you.

He was aware of the way your arm brushed against his with the movement of the water. It didn’t make sense for you to put on perfume before joining them in the hot tub, so JJ was sure that whatever he kept inhaling was just…you. On the rare occasion you did laugh, JJ savored it, hoping for your dad’s speedy recovery so that you could do it more.

He could hear your phone vibrating from the pocket of your shorts on the ground, and you could too, pulling yourself out of the hot tub.

JJ couldn’t hold back his grimace once he realized who was on the other line.

“Yeah, he’s fine,” he heard you softly say. “He’s still going to be in there for about another month, but…”

Your voice faded in his mind when Pope spoke up.

“You guys want to play truth or dare?”

Sarah looked excited but John B. rolled his eyes.

“What are we? Twelve?”

It seemed that Pope had a certain goal in mind, lightly slapping his best friend on the arm with a quiet and pointed look towards you. John B. seemed to understand, a soft ‘ah’ escaping him as he sadly looked at you. You were still on the phone with Rafe, thanking him for calling and checking up on your dad. JJ resisted the urge to snort, thinking to himself how that was nothing more than the bare minimum.

“No,” he heard you sigh. “No, I’ll be fine. I’ll tell them you called.”

When you hung up, JJ pretended like he hadn’t been listening, eyes on Pope as you rejoined them.

“Everything okay?” he wondered, finally turning to you.

“Yeah, that was just Rafe,” you told all of them. “He wanted to see how my dad was doing and if I needed anything.”

Your face looked fine enough, but it was clear how the sudden life changing events you’d been hit with recently were wearing on you.

“Pope had the bright idea to play truth or dare,” Kie told you, returning your smile.

JJ was glad that it was genuine.

“You can skip out on questions or dares though…but you must take a shot if you do,” John B. added to which everyone groaned. “What? I think that’s fair.”

It was fun…at first. The questions were a little hilarious and the dares just as funny. Pope had taken the most shots after refusing to both call the girl he had a crush on and telling us who she was. He’d found out a little bit more about Sarah and John B.’s relationship than he wanted to know, and he watched you fail a sobriety test.

It was fun, and then John B. had ruined it.

“Truth or dare?”

His brown eyes were on you, and JJ watched you think. So far, everything had been pretty tame, the main goal being to just cheer you up. It was working, even working for JJ too, allowing him to ignore Rafe’s phone call and that irritating necklace dangling around your throat.

“Truth,” you decided, your first truth of the night.

“Craziest place you’ve ever had sex.”

John B.’s question was instantaneous, and JJ cut his blue eyes to his friend, but he didn’t seem to notice. He could feel his skin growing cold despite the North Carolina heat, chest clenching painfully as John B. grinned. JJ wasn’t grinning though, jaw clenching and feeling like he wanted to be anywhere but here, right now.

“Can we not?” Sarah cried. “I really don’t want to hear this.”

“I do,” Pope excitedly argued.

JJ’s gaze reluctantly drifted to you, and he could see the conflict on your face.

“You can always take a shot,” John B. reminded you.

It was clear you didn’t like that idea, already pretty drunk, and you grimaced, sinking further into the water. JJ could hear a ringing in his ears, and he was torn between not wanting to hear this and wanting to hear this. The last thing he wanted to hear about was the intimate details of you and Rafe’s relationship, and he could feel his nails digging into his palm.

“Um,” you drunkenly hummed, looking so cute as you thought it over that he almost forgave you for whatever was about to come out of your mouth. “The country club?”

Sarah looked like she wanted to be sick while everyone else cheered you on, John B. high fiving you.

“Someone somewhere would call that public indecency,” JJ piped up.

“Like you’re one to talk,” Kie threw at him, and you perked up.

“Yeah! You’re one to talk,” you agreed. “You’re always having sex with girls on the beach.”

“Not always-.”

“Enough to make this high horse you’re on a little more than ridiculous,” you cut him off.

There was something in your drunken gaze that made JJ frown.

“I’m not on any high horse,” he told you. “…but let’s be honest, no one really gives a shit what we do on our side of the island. Guarantee you and your ex-boyfriend would’ve gotten in big trouble if you got caught. I just think it’s stupid.”

There was that glint in your eye again as you straightened.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m a big girl and can decide when and where I want to have sex with my boyfriend, so…”

“Don’t you mean ‘ex’? Or have you forgotten that he dumped you?”

The rest of your friends were quiet during this little exchange, and JJ had no doubt that they were nervously watching you two, probably wondering how they got here. JJ didn’t really care though, blue eyes focused on you.

“He didn’t dump me. It wasn’t like that,” you sneered.

“Same difference,” JJ commented. “Either way, you’re not with him anymore, and you seem to keep forgetting.”

“You know why we broke up, and you know that it’s temporary. Stop being an ass.”

Pope nervously chuckled.

“Okay, I think-.”

“…and if it’s not? If Rafe can’t get his shit together, what are you gonna do? Keep pining after him and walking around like you’re still together when he’s made it clear he’d rather choose drugs over you?”

There was a slight commotion when you threw your drink in JJ’s face, and he wasn’t even shocked by it. Sarah and Kie called after you as you exited the hot tub, the latter throwing him a dirty look as they followed you. He huffed, cleaning off his face, and the silence in the water was loud.

“So,” Pope dragged the word out. “That was uncalled for.”

JJ wiped his face good, running his wet hands through his hair and pushing it back.

“She acts like they’re still together,” JJ defended himself. “You don’t think it’s sad to watch? To watch her hold out hope for something we all know isn’t going to work?”

“We don’t know that,” Pope mumbled.

“Even still, her dad’s in the hospital, JJ, and it’s not like her and Rafe broke up because either of them wanted to. If she wants to cling to something that makes her a little happier, right now, who are we to tell her she can’t?”

John B.’s words had JJ sighing.

“I care about her...”

“We know you do.”

“…and it makes me sick to see her acting like this over someone who doesn’t deserve it. Instead of moving on or at the very least, not revolving her life around Rafe, it’s like she’s just kicking her feet and biding her time until they get back together.”

“…but that’s her choice,” John B. tried to gently remind him. “None of us like it, JJ. We hate it just as much as you do, but we can’t control her.”

Was JJ wrong to disagree? Was there something wrong with him to think that, no, he absolutely did have a say? You weren’t making good decisions, and was it so bad to point that out? To want to shake you and make you realize that? To force you to open your fucking eyes? It was strange, because JJ felt like he was the bad guy here, but he didn’t feel like the bad guy. Why couldn’t anyone else see that he was just trying to save you? Why couldn’t you see it?

“You want the rest of these?” JJ wondered, feeling almost too full.

Kie took one scathing look at the rest of his fries before promptly turning away.

“I’m good,” was all she said.

JJ resisted the urge to roll his eyes, sliding them over to John B. when he spoke up. It had been days since he’d seen or heard from you, and yeah, it was kind of his own fault, but he didn’t really think that was Sarah or Kie’s fight. Both of them had been giving him the equivalent of a cold shoulder, in solidarity with you, it seemed.

You preferred to be cooped up in your house, probably didn’t want to be around him, and they were currently at The Wreck. JJ didn’t think he’d ever get tired of free meals, and no amount of mocking remarks from Mr. Carrera would make him feel bad. He considered bringing you something, a peace offering as he apologized yet again. Only this time, he really didn’t think he did anything wrong.

The atmosphere seemed to change as Sarah shifted, straightening, and when he followed her gaze, his entire mood…soured.

Rafe walked into the restaurant, Kelce and Topper behind him. The last time JJ was face to face with the other blond, he’d been seconds away from punching him. JJ wasn’t as past that feeling as he thought, fingers flexing. The trio hadn’t noticed them yet, but even if they had, JJ was sure that wouldn’t have stopped him from staring the other man down.

Much to JJ’s annoyance, the other guy didn’t look the happiest either. The smile on his face was tense, forced, and it was obvious to anyone that he didn’t exactly enjoy being away from you. The codependence you two had when it came to each other made JJ sick, and he forced himself to look away.

“My dad’s surprised that Rafe seems to be sticking to his promises…”

Sarah’s voice reached his ears, and he realized that a whole conversation had been going on.

“He still gets a little twitchy sometimes, probably craving a bump or something, but I think I should’ve had a little more faith in him.”

JJ felt like it was only a matter of time before Rafe screwed up again, but he kept that to himself. Kie hummed at that, and when he glanced over, her eyes were on him. There was a look in them, something smug and accusatory all at once, as if she was saying ‘See? You’re wrong’. Unable to sit under Kie’s judgmental gaze, JJ made to get up, wanting to be as far away from Rafe as possible.

He didn’t trust himself not to do anything stupid.

He was tempted to go by your house, maybe apologize and spew another lie about his dad being home. In truth, the man was barely around, at all these days, something JJ was more than grateful for. It was a shitty thing to lie about, he knew that, but he couldn’t pretend to be indifferent to the way you took care of him. That somber and sad look in your eyes when he’d show up at your doorstep, arms around him as you hugged him, JJ pressing his face into your neck and inhaling the scent of you.

He didn’t say anything as he walked by Rafe and his friends, but he could feel the other blonde’s heated gaze.

He was shocked though when he heard his name being called. JJ was outside now, and he turned around, coming face to face with Rafe as your ex-boyfriend approached him. JJ couldn’t get a good read on his face, and that unsettled him. The other man threw him a small smile, and he couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not.

“I just wanted to thank you…”

JJ frowned, and the Kook continued.

“I know Y/N’s dealing with a lot, right now,” he licked his lips. “Us…and now her dad…”

JJ shoved his hands into his pockets, recalling that this was one of the few times he and the other man were alone and being…civil.

“She really needs her friends, especially when I can’t physically be there for her. Well, I’m not supposed to be anyway,” he shrugged. “It’s a lot for one person to deal with, and she needs all the support she can get, so I just wanted to thank you…”

Rafe suddenly chuckled, a low sound that JJ almost didn’t hear.

“For being the fuck up that everyone on this island knows you to be.”

JJ felt his face harden, heart thumping in his chest as Rafe took a step closer. There was a glint in his eyes that was all too familiar to JJ, tone just as smug as the small smile on his face.

“You’re not as smart as you think you are,” he told JJ. “My girl’s just too nice and too trusting to see you…but I do. I see you.”

JJ’s nails pressed into his palms as Rafe nodded.

“…and the more you think with your dick…the more you let your jealousy control that mouth of yours…the more you hurt her…”

JJ’s face fell at that, and Rafe’s lips curved into a cold smirk.

“The better I look.”

JJ could feel his shoulders heaving, and Rafe tilted his head to the side.

“I’m the one she calls, the one she runs to when you make her cry. When you make her upset, it’s me she turns to to feel better,” Rafe’s tone was cruel, mocking. “When you get so mad that I’m the one she wants…that it’s me who got to her first, and you take it out on her?”

The other blond leaned in, a pitying smile on his face, one brow raised.

“She knows that I will always make her forget how you made her feel.”

Rafe’s gaze fell to JJ’s hand, and there was a genuine smile spreading along his lips, now.

“You want to hit me JJ?”

Rafe laughed, grinning now.

“Come on,” he goaded. “Take your best shot. Nothing would make me happier.”

That was the truth. JJ believed that more than he believed anything, and he took a deep breath. Rafe would love it if JJ punched him in his pretty face, would love nothing more than to show up at your house with a black eye, pretending to brush it off until he reluctantly confessed to you that JJ had done it.

JJ saw it as a lose-lose either way.

Punching Rafe would make him happier than he’d been in weeks, maybe even happier than he’d been when he had his fingers inside of you, but he couldn’t. The only option he had was to walk away, angry that Rafe was the same jerk he’d always been, something that normally would’ve made him more satisfied beyond belief.

“It was really nice seeing you again, JJ,” Rafe called after him.

The sound of his laughter made JJ grit his teeth.

JJ was going to hell.

He didn’t even know if he believed in a higher power or an afterlife where one ended up happy or tormented for all eternity. He’d never given much thought to it before, but he was sure now that was going straight to hell. A first-class ticket, in fact. The VIP special.

Another party to distract him and calm his nerves was proving to be useless. He was surrounded by his friends, even Kie who had toned it down with the negative looks, but it meant nothing. A beer was in his hand, and he’d take two hits of a blunt he’d rolled, and it was still you and Rafe that clouded his mind.

You had texted him earlier in the day, a paragraph of a message that detailed how tired you were of fighting with him. Even just looking at the words, he could tell how exhausted you were. JJ  felt bad, he wouldn’t lie, but he still didn’t think he was wrong. His run-in with Rafe only fueled that.

He was still a selfish asshole.

The memory of that smug smirk haunted him, JJ getting angry all over again at the thought of having to hold himself back from doing what he’d wanted to do for months. Being called out on his shit by Rafe though, having the other guy look him in the eye and tell him that he knew JJ wanted you and was happy to rub it in his face. That produced a different level of anger in him that he didn’t even know existed.

Especially since he was right.

Every time JJ thought he was getting better, every time he thought he was making progress, he said something that took you both ten steps back. He found some way to mess it up, and while he always suspected you ran to Rafe to have him lick your wounds, it sucked all the more having it confirmed. He really didn’t need to know that he was only pushing you further into the asshole’s arms.

When he got up to get another beer, he was shocked to check his phone and see a missed call from you. He frowned down at it, wondering if you were okay, and he noted that you’d called him seven minutes ago, a voicemail left behind when he didn’t answer. Forgoing the beer, and curiosity piqued at what you could possibly be calling him about, JJ secluded himself.

He was outside, now with less people, and he brought the phone to his ear as he walked.

“Rafe…”

JJ froze at that, frown deepening for several reasons.

For one thing, you were drunk. Your words slurred so badly that he wondered how you even managed to pick up the phone. It scared him, he wouldn’t lie, because he knew you were alone. When your mom wasn’t at work these days, she was at the hospital with your dad, sometimes going days without even seeing you.

Most importantly though, this phone call wasn’t meant for him.

“I know…I know that we’re not together and,” you slowly slurred, groaning. “We’re really not supposed to be seeing each other.”

You sighed.

“At least not like that…”

You had meant to call Rafe, and JJ blinked, lips parting as he looked in the direction of your house.

“…but I really need to see you.”

On top of you being drunk, he could tell that you’d been crying, and that just made your words almost incoherent. His heart clenched as you continued.

“It’s not even just JJ…it’s everything. He’s just always so mad at me, now,” you tearfully said, making his shoulders sag. “…and I don’t know…I don’t know what I did, I don’t know what to do to fix it.”

JJ closed his eyes at that, swallowing.

“…and my dad,” you slurred. “They say he’s going to be okay, and everyone is telling me I don’t need to worry, but it’s my dad, you know? How can I not?”

He heard you drop something, a curse reaching his ears.

“Um…I really need to see you. Please,” you choked out. “Please, just call me back or…or come by, I don’t know. I need to clean this up…”

JJ heard the phone clatter to the floor, and he heard you swear again before the voicemail ended. As he hung up, he hadn’t even realized that he’d started walking again, his feet having a mind of their own as they carried him to your house. He hadn’t even told the rest of the Pogues that he was leaving, and he would’ve felt bad if he didn’t have tunnel vision.

You were drunk and alone and a mess, and he was partially responsible.

JJ still didn’t think he was wrong, but he guessed he could’ve been nicer about it. He knew you were mad at him, but you had to know that he wasn’t just going to leave you alone all the while knowing you were drunk and upset. Never mind the fact that no one should be left alone like that, but who knew what could happen to you.

Would it have been the right thing to tell Sarah to call Rafe? He didn’t know, but JJ was leaning towards ‘no’. They were trying to get Rafe out of your life for good, and relaying a drunken message in which you were practically begging the other blond to come and see you wasn’t going to help.

All of your lights were off when he walked into your yard, and that just made his worry grow. He didn’t think you’d appreciate him sneaking into your window, especially when it wasn’t even JJ you meant to call. He sighed, stepping up to your door and knocking. When you didn’t answer, it only just hit him that you were very drunk, and the chances of you being passed out or unable to get the door were high.

He tried the knob, frustratingly exhaling when he realized it was unlocked. He hated having to treat you like a child, but JJ wondered if maybe he should advise your mom to get rid of all the booze in the house. He confirmed his earlier thought when he stepped inside, greeted by nothing but a dark house, and he turned the light on.

You weren’t in the living room, but your phone was on the couch.

It was unlocked when JJ grabbed it, and he could see that after Rafe, the last person you’d texted was him. In your drunken stupor, you’d probably meant to click Rafe’s thread instead of JJ’s. He put your phone back down, calling your name as he made his way down the hall. You didn’t answer, and JJ’s worry grew. God he hoped you were okay, and he hoped that you were just asleep or at the very least passed out in your bathroom.

He knocked on your door, slowly pushing it open when you didn’t answer. He called your name again, his eyes adjusting to the darkness and making out your shape on your bed. He exhaled, making his way towards you and gently shaking you, calling your name again, whispering it in fear of scaring you awake.

When you groaned, relief filled him, and he was just about to reach over and turn on your lamp when you spoke.

“Rafe?” you mumbled.

JJ rolled his eyes, about to correct you when you reached for his arm.

“Rafe?” you slurred, fingers sliding up his arm. “You got my message.”

You sounded so relieved, so happy, and JJ’s jaw clenched. Your other hand rested on the back of his neck, and he froze, jerking a bit. Your hand was so warm, and he could smell the alcohol on your breath as you leaned in closer.

“I just really needed to see you,” you breathed.

Your lips were so close to his, and JJ could feel his brain short-circuiting. He blinked in the darkness, a deep frown taking over as he pressed his hand into the bed, struggling to keep you from yanking him down with you. You were trying to kiss him, that much was obvious, and JJ couldn’t even focus on the fact that you couldn’t even be just friends with the guy properly.

This was wrong.

You had called Rafe, had been expecting Rafe, and you thought JJ was him. Somehow, this felt more violating than that day at his house. There was a sinking feeling in his gut, and he knew why. JJ knew what was coming, he knew what would happen if he didn’t open his mouth and make it clear to you that he wasn’t your ex-boyfriend but instead your best friend, JJ.

You would kiss him…and JJ knew that he didn’t have the strength to stop you.

You were so close, the scent of you clouding around him as your room was saturated with it. Your fingers were so soft on his neck, and your nose brushed against his as you talked. You were saying something, but JJ needed to focus on more important things. Like mustering up the courage to open his mouth and push you away. He needed to, not just because it was the right thing to do, but because you were his best friend, and he didn’t particularly enjoy taking advantage of your trust like this. His other hand moved to your shoulder, prepared to push you back…

When your lips met his.

JJ sharply inhaled, and his eyes closed all on their own, like an instinct.

Your lips were so soft, and the contrast of bitterness and sweetness told him that you’d mixed several alcoholic drinks tonight. You were drunk out of your mind…and kissing him…because you thought he was Rafe. He held still as you moved your mouth against his, something stirring in him that he’d been fighting for months. His fingers twisted into your sheets…and JJ kissed you back.

The moan you let out made him shudder, and when you leaned back, JJ let you pull him with you. His heart raced as he pinned you beneath him, tasting the inside of your mouth and resting himself between your legs. He was so hot, body on fire, and his mind was going a mile a minute, thinking to himself that this was not how he thought this night was going to go.

You were eager to get him undressed, to have him inside of you, and JJ just wanted to savor it.

Your hands were everywhere as you kissed him, sighing into his mouth and breath hitching when he nipped at your lips. JJ trembled when your hands dipped underneath his shirt, running over his torso while one of your legs hooked along his waist. He helped you take it off, eager to do the same to yours and feel your bare chest against his.

JJ didn’t care how wrong this was. He didn’t care that there was a very real word for this that had gotten many rightfully put behind bars. He didn’t want to linger on that, right now, solely focused on touching you and hearing you make those sounds you did with Rafe. He pressed kisses along your throat, and his eyes rolled when you threaded your fingers through his hair.

You were naked now, only having worn a shirt to bed, and JJ wanted to turn on that light more than anything. He wanted to see you in all of your glory, wanted to trace his eyes over your naked skin and your breasts and commit every part of you to memory. He wanted to look down at your face and drink in every expression you made as he fucked you, but he couldn’t.

If he turned on that light, even in your incoherent drunkenness, there was still a good chance you’d recognize it was him…and not Rafe.

You moaned Rafe’s name then as if reading his mind, and JJ frowned, gently shushing you and kissing you again to shut you up. That was the last thing he wanted to hear, and if he wasn’t so close to being inside of you, if the tip of him wasn’t poking at you, that might’ve been enough to make him come to his senses…but it wasn’t. JJ was so close, body vibrating with excitement.

You were so vocal, so needy, hands greedily grabbing at him and pulling him closer. You lifted your hips, a whine deep in your throat at being denied what you wanted so badly. JJ was tempted to tease you. He wanted to see how badly you’d beg him, wanted to see you at your lowest and most desperate, but he was already pushing it enough as it was.

When he pushed into you with one smooth thrust, his hands twisted into your sheets on either side of your head. The moan that you let out was loud, and JJ thought to himself that the feeling was mutual. This was nothing at all like before. The feel of you clenching and coming around his fingers was nothing in comparison to this. JJ was so awed and in disbelief that he didn’t even move, only groaning when you started to lift your hips, fucking yourself onto his cock.

When you grabbed at his face, he was happy to kiss you again, finally getting his head together.

Your bed shook when he finally started to move his hips, snapping them against yours and pushing his cock into you. You squeezed him, making his lashes flutter and his arms tremble. You were so wet, dripping around him and making a mess of your sheets, the sound of him dipping into you reaching his ears. He didn’t even care that this technically wasn’t for him, pushing that to the back of his mind and only focusing on fucking you.

If you moaned Rafe’s name again, JJ didn’t notice. He could barely hear anything, only that of the sound of his heartbeat and the squelch of him pushing into you. Your nails raked along his arms and back, and some sick part of JJ wanted you to leave marks. The thought of seeing Rafe again with your nails marks decorating his skin made him harder, and he didn’t think that was possible.

You were a drunken mess beneath him, panting and whimpering and squeezing him so tight. JJ’s teeth grazed your neck, and giving into his desires, he bit you. You gasped at the feel, wrapping your legs around his waist. You rolled him, an impressive feat considering that once you were on top, you could barely hold yourself up.

JJ resisted the urge to chuckle at you, liking the way your head fell into the crook of his neck, hands on his shoulders. He kissed you again, his fingers digging into your waist as he lifted his hips. You whimpered as he pushed his cock up into you, holding you tight with one arm sliding up your back now, His hand gripped the back of your neck, and you shuddered, lolling against him and gasping as he stretched you out.

JJ was in heaven…but he knew he was going straight to hell.

All he could feel and smell and taste was you. All of these months disappeared to him, only able to see you in the darkness as you rolled your hips over his. He wanted to see all of you so bad, wanted to see the look in your eyes and the expression on your face, but JJ would take what he could get.

When he got you on your back again, he couldn’t stop touching you. His hands danced along your arm, your waist, ghosting over your breasts and fingering a hardened bud. His fingers made their way between your legs, brushing over you as he continued to pump himself into you. The only sounds in the room was that of him fucking you, your choked moans and shortened gasps bouncing off of the walls.

Your back arched off of the bed, chest pushing up into his, and JJ slid his knees under your thighs. The noise you made when he widened your legs made him twitch, and it only hit JJ how close he was. His hands slid up your body, curling around your throat, and to his shock, that seemed to turn you on. You clasped his hands, holding them to you, your moans getting louder. JJ rutted into you, pushing you both towards your climax.

One of your hands grabbed his arm, fingers dancing towards his shoulder and pulling. You wanted him closer, and JJ obliged, chest flush with yours and hands still around your throat. He pressed his lips to yours, slamming his hips against yours, and when you came, JJ saw stars…because he came too.

You shook beneath him, clenching down onto him so hard that he was pushed over the edge before he realized it. He almost couldn’t control himself, hands tightening around your neck and teeth clenching together. You scratched at his skin, breath hitching, quiet for a few moments before you finally exhaled in a broken moan.

JJ felt…feral.

His blood was pumping throughout his body so fast as he spilled himself into you. He pushed himself into you to the hilt, holding still and breathing hard as his release coated your walls, marking you and wondering if Rafe was always safe with you…or if he came inside of you sometimes too. The thought made anger bubble up in his chest, and by your breathing, he could tell that the alcohol and fatigue was taking you from him.

JJ still lazily thrust into you, his breathing slowing down as you drowsily milked him.

You hummed when he kissed you, and he remained like that for a minute. Your fingers brushed down his arm as he finally let you go, and you sighed, absentmindedly lifting your hips and making JJ hiss. He wanted to stay here forever, inside of you, on top of you, beside you, it didn’t matter, but he knew that he couldn’t.

“I love you,” you drunkenly slurred, voice barely a whisper.

That was why he couldn’t.

You didn’t know that you’d just had mind-blowing sex with your best friend. You’d thought it was Rafe. Your ex, the guy you loved, and the guy JJ hated. You’d thought it was him you were giving yourself to, something you’d done many times before, and JJ slowly parted from you, pulling out and feeling…numb.

There was no question about what he’d just done, and feeling like he was on autopilot, JJ pulled your sheet over you. He barely remembered getting dressed, running his hands through his hair and sinking his teeth into his lip. He stumbled towards your door, hand lingering on the knob as he looked back into your dark room. Your even breathing reached his ears, and he swiped his tongue between his lips, closing your door.

JJ still felt like he could feel you on him, coming around him and squeezing him so tight. He didn’t want to think about what he’d just done. Even if he tried, he was sure that the memory of having you beneath him would outweigh any guilt he felt…if he felt any guilt. He reached for your phone on the way out, jaw clenching.

You were his before you were Rafe’s, and tonight only proved what he thought. It should’ve been him, not Rafe, and the way you fit against him so perfectly was proof of that. The way you clung to him and scratched at him and moaned for him. JJ tried to think of a time he’d had sex that was better than that, and he couldn’t.

He swallowed, deleting the call and the voicemail from your history, eyes glancing towards your room. JJ needed to go. While he was sure you were out for the night, he didn’t want to risk you waking up and finding him instead of Rafe. He didn’t even want to think about the look on your face when the realization hit you. He had no intention of this being a onetime secret that only he knew about, but he desperately needed to get home to think…

…and to relive the memory of you milking him dry.

#dark!jj maybank x reader #dark!jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #rafe cameron x pogue!reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #obx #outer banks fanfiction

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made for each other

pairings — jj maybank x fem!kook!reader, featuring bff!kiara carrera x bff!fem!kook!reader and bff!sarah cameron x bff!fem!kook!reader

summary — in which, they don't like each other until they learn about each other's trauma and they become something else entirely.

word count — 3.9k words.

warnings — enemies to friends to lovers trope, kie and sarah are her best friends, use of pet-names [sweetheart, baby], bickering, angst, fluff, reader is a kook but she lives at kie's house with her, reader isn't in her parents life but jj doesn't know this, reader is really nice and genuine, jj's really mean in this sorry, abusive parents, jj calls reader a bitch, love confession from jj, both of them being in denial of their feelings, john b is the leader of their relationship, reader has self-image and self-confidence issues, reader calls jj by his last name a few times, cuddles, forehead kisses, the reader kisses jj but it's like a peck, everyone's super supportive, small mentions of mental health.

notes — hey guys!! i'm rewatching obx, so i decided to write out one of the jj requests i got, so here it is. quick thing, i know it was requested that the reader is a pogue, but i changed her to be a kook so that it works with the storyline i'm writing for this fic! also, i know it was requested that none of the pogues like the reader, but i changed that a little. i hope this is okay because i felt that it would make more sense. i hope you enjoy it and sorry about the minor changes! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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SOMETIMES, SHE REALLY HATED HIM.

like right now.

she didn't know what she did to make him hate her so much.

[y/n] is probably one of the sweetest people anyone could ever meet — despite everything she's been through.

and [y/n] has done nothing to him — she's been so genuinely sweet to him the entire time, ever since they met.

but, since they've met, jj has only been cruel to her.

she'd been hanging out with the pogues, like she always has.

although, today was the first time that jj was around — anytime she was around, jj would make up an excuse to not hang out with his friends.

but, this time, john b was forcing him to hang out with her around.

john b didn't say a word about having to be nice, though.

and the second [y/n] said something that he could make a comment about, he did.

and boy, did it do more than hurt her feelings.

he made some messed up comment about her using kiara, for staying at her house.

[y/n] scoffs with tears in her eyes, before she stands up to walk away.

"wait, [y/n]!" kiara calls before she can leave.

she shakes her head. "no, i'm not fucking taking this shit anymore. i've tried to be nice, even though he's an ass every damn time," she says angrily, motioning to jj, who's shrugging and smirking. "i'm done trying to prove myself to him."

and with that, she walks off.

she refuses to let him see her reaction to his comment, so she hurries to grab her stuff from the house, before she gets into her car and starts it and gets the hell out of there.

once she's gone, everyone turns to jj.

"what?" jj asks in defense, rolling his eyes at the frustrated look in kiara's eyes.

"why in the hell did you do that?!" she exclaims, walking over to him and smacking him on the head.

jj doesn't say anything, he just shrugs.

sarah scoffs. "you know, if you really knew her and what she's been through, you wouldn't hate her so much."

"so? she's a kook!" jj yells, raising his hands up in the air.

john b rolls his eyes. "yeah, and so is kie and sarah! but, they're nothing like those other asshole supremacists."

jj just shakes his head, refusing to accept that she's different, or to feel bad for being such a jerk.

—————

IT'S BEEN A FEW WEEKS, since the situation with jj.

and [y/n] hasn't spoken to anyone since.

although, one part of the reason why she wasn't hanging out with anyone wasn't just because of the fact that she was angry at jj — it was also because of her parents.

[y/n] was running low on a lot of things she needed.

and she already felt bad enough as it is, for borrowing some of kiara's things — she offered anything she needed without any hesitation.

so, she really had no choice.

it would be easy — kiara's parents were out and kiara herself was out with the pogues, and she'd only be there for a few minutes.

and of course she wasn't going to walk through the front door — that'd be stupid.

there's a built in ladder on the side of the house near her window.

so, when she got there — she walked, to not bring attention to herself — she sneaked over to said-ladder and quietly climbed up the ladder.

when she was near her window, she leaned against the ladder and tried with all of her might to quietly open her window.

when she did, she clumsily climbed inside, accidentally falling loudly onto the floor.

there wasn't enough time to gather her stuff and get out of there before her parents could find her.

panic filled her when her door creaked open and in walked in her father.

needless to say, things got really bad after that.

when she got back to the carrera's house, she locked herself inside the guest room — where she's been sleeping in.

she's currently leaning her back against the room's door, panicking with her hands shaking, while she tries to figure out how she's going to hide this.

the worst part is that she couldn't even get more stuff — she had to get out of there before anything else happened.

but, a loud knock and some yells at the front door shakes her out of her scared and stressed daze.

after realizing that no one else is home to answer, [y/n] shakily rushes over to the door, anxiety filling her.

"come on! open up!"

that voice makes her even more anxious — it's jj.

after [y/n] started ignoring everyone, kiara lectured him and told him that he needed to go apologize to her — he didn't dare say no because there's nothing more scary than the carrera girl when she's angry.

knowing that he's not going to stop until she listens, she takes in a deep breath, before she opens the door.

jj is shocked, to say the least, when he sees her face filled with bruises.

"what the fuck? where did you get those?"

[y/n] scoffs. "why? don't tell me you care." she sneers, crossing her arms over her chest.

"i may not like you, but that doesn't mean i'm heartless."

[y/n] ignores his words, leaning against the doorway. "why are you even here, jj? did you come back for a fight?" she questions angrily.

"no. kie wanted me to apologize." his voice is small and his eyes are cast to the ground.

"okay?" she says, laughing in frustration. "just tell her you did it and go."

he scoffs, shaking his head and looking away. "why are you being such a bitch?"

she snorts in disbelief. "why am i being one? seriously, jj?"

[y/n] scoffs when he shakes his head in clear confusion. "i've been nice, jj!" she exclaims, shaking her head at him with tears filling her eyes.

she clears her throat and shakes her head, tilting her head back and shutting her eyes to rid them of the tears.

then, she opens her eyes again and takes a deep breath.

"jj... " she trails off, gulping. "i have tried to be nice, okay? i have been nothing but nice. and you've just been cruel to me from the moment we met — every single chance you got."

guilt fills jj — he never really thought about the consequences of his actions.

in the past, jj never cared about the kooks. and he had no problem voicing that. especially spoiled and snotty ones.

but, now? well, it's been extremely hard, trying to tell the difference between the kooks that are just trying to live and can't help who they are and the ones that see themselves as more superior than anyone else.

a shaky sigh leaves his lips. "i'm sorry, okay? i... shouldn't have said those things to you. and especially what i said about you using kie — that was wrong."

"whatever, jj." she mumbles, not looking at him.

she backs away, moving to shut the door in his face. "just go, jj."

"wait!" he calls, stepping forward.

"no, jj. just... tell kie that you apologized and we can lie our asses off, saying that we're good, okay?" she mutters and backs further into the room, before shutting the door.

jj stands on the porch for a straight ten minutes, speechless and trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

—————

SHE SPENT DAYS LOCKED INSIDE the guest room.

but eventually, things got too complicated.

despite the fact that jj spends most of his time at the chateau, [y/n] moves out of the carrera's house and to john b's place.

jj was sleeping in the chateau, while [y/n] had just been sleeping on the hammock, outside.

and boy, were things tense and awkward between them.

[y/n] was doing everything she could to avoid jj, and jj was filled with guilt and trying to figure out what to do to fix things.

because despite how much he acted like he hates her, it was a lie.

maybe in the past, he could've lied and said that it was because of her being a kook.

but, that's not true — not anymore.

now, it's clear as day that he hated her because of how he feels about her.

"dude, are you going to talk to her?" john b asks, lightly tapping his leg in order to try to get his attention.

jj and john b had been sitting outside, quietly talking, but jj had been watching the quiet kook the entire time.

john b shakes his shoulder.

"huh? what?" jj asks confusedly, turning to face his best friend.

john b chuckles, rolling his eyes at him. "dude. you can't lie any longer — not to us and not to yourself."

"what are you talking about?" jj knits his eyebrows together in confusion.

"look, the only reason we let this fighting between the two of you go on for as long as it did is because everyone can see it." john b says, shrugging his shoulder.

"what the hell are you even talking about, bro?" jj questions, shoving him.

"the connection, jj! no matter how much you wanna deny it, there's something going on between you two."

"excuse me?" he asks, beginning to stand up.

john b stands up with him and grabs his shoulder.

"look, i'm not trying to, like, gang up on you or anything," he says, before nodding over to [y/n], who's staring numbly at the sun and nature. "but, you gotta be honest with yourself — and with her."

jj follows his nod, noticing the lonely girl sitting on the hammock.

"you've hurt her enough. be better — for her. if you don't want to admit your feelings, that's fine. but, she deserves a genuine apology from you and not that bullshit one you pulled at kie's last week."

jj sighs quietly, but nods.

john b claps him on the shoulder, before backing up towards the door. "just do right by her, alright, buddy?"

[y/n] quickly notices how quiet it is now — she could tell before that the boys were outside from the quiet talking coming from them.

she looks up and notices jj walking over to her.

her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in surprise and anxiety as she quickly turns away, mentally freaking out.

what did he want now? hasn't he done enough?

"hey." he says, sitting down on the opposite side of her on the hammock.

rolling her eyes, she looks up at him and asks, "what do you want, jj?"

a dumbfounded look forms on his face. "w—what do you mean? i don't want anything," he stutters as he awkwardly pats the part of the hammock that's under his hand. "i just wanna lie down on this cool-ass hammock with you."

she scoffs.

"cut the bullshit, jj." she says tightly, her stare going so straight through him from her trying to figure out what he wants.

they share a moment of tense eye contact, until jj finally breaks first.

he sighs, and glances down at his now fidgeting hands. "i... just want to fix all of this tension between us."

jj's gaze stays on his hands, while [y/n] sits and watches him for a straight minute.

"i don't believe you." she says, not daring to look away as he looks back up at her.

something in his eyes startles her — she can't quite place her finger on what it is, but it feels like it could bring her entire world crumbling down.

"it's the truth! i swear." he says in response, his voice almost defensive.

she ignores the pleading tone of his voice and bites her bottom lip, not quite sure to believe him.

"seriously, jj. i... " she trails off, ignoring the tears and trying to push down anything that could expose her real feelings. "i'm sick of this, okay?"

regret fills jj's eyes as he quietly listens, hands still shaking.

"this drama between us? all because of my kook status? i can't deal with it — i refuse to."

she takes a deep breath. "so, let's just call this good. we're good and you don't have to feel bad for me anymore — you can tell the rest of the group that you did what they asked."

something about her words bothers jj.

i mean, sure he's been cruel to her.

but, more than anything, it was to hide and ignore the hidden feelings that were growing and eating away at him.

"no." he says sharply.

[y/n]'s eyebrows knit together in confusion and surprise. "no?"

"no," he confirms and moves to stand up, leaving her by herself on the hammock. "we're not doing this."

she scoffs, moving to stand up too. "what do you mean no? doing what?"

he motions between the both of them. "this. this fucking back and forth of acting like there's nothing wrong."

she rolls her eyes. "jj, seriously—"

he holds up his hand again, and this time, she listens.

with that, she crosses her arms over her chest and waits for him to continue.

jj scoffs. "and it turns out, john b was right."

"what? right about what?" she asks in confusion as she watches him pace.

"jj, seriously," she calls out to him and steps forward, touching one of his shoulders with one of her hands. "what is this about?"

he stops and turns to her and takes a deep breath.

"it's about the fact that you think that i hate you."

she furrows her eyebrows together and drops her hand from his shoulder.

jj takes notice of the removed feeling of her hand on his shoulder.

"but, you do hate me." she states, as if it's the obvious, matter-of-fact answer.

he scoffs, running his hands through his hair roughly. "no, i don't."

"what?" she scoffs, shaking her head at him.

"i don't know what you're trying to say, or what fucked up game you're trying to play right now, but i'm not interested in being a part of it anymore." she mumbles, starting to walk past him.

but, just before she can, he turns and gently grabs her arm and stops her from walking any further away.

"don't go, yet, alright?" he says quietly, waiting for her to turn around.

she holds her breath, staring ahead, but frozen in her place.

"just... let me talk and say this, okay?" he asks, holding his breath in stress.

sighing in defeat, she turns around and stares at him pointedly.

"okay," she says, raising her hands up when he lets go of her arm. "talk then, maybank."

he nods quietly, for a moment, before he decidedly leads her over to the deck.

when they're sat down and he's been silent for too long, she rolls her eyes and says, "you wanna tell me what this is about now?"

"right!" he says in realization as he turns to face her.

"i don't hate you, okay?" he says seriously, causing her to open her mouth to argue.

he holds a hand up. "let me explain first."

with another defeated sigh, [y/n] nods and motions for him to continue.

"john b just helped me realize this, but i... never hated you — i don't think i ever could."

his words shock her, causing her to look up at him with tears in her eyes.

"so... you made me think that you hated me?" she asks in defense, scoffing.

he opens his mouth to explain, but she cuts him off and stands up, "do you have any idea what you've put me through?" she exclaims, laughing in disbelief when he stands up to stop her from continuing.

"i thought that i did something wrong to make you hate me! do you even know how many sleepless and restless nights i stayed up with sarah and kie? how many nights i cried and cried because i didn't know what i did that was so wrong that i deserved how you treated me?!"

jj sighs in defeat, deflating a little bit.

"so? why did you treat me like that?" she questions, too calm, even with the anger she was just displaying — a clear, tell-tale sign that she must be really mad.

jj's breathless. "i didn't realize it until now," he starts, keeping his eyes downcast.

"but... " he looks up at her this time and slowly and cautiously walks over to her.

slowly, he lifts his shaking hands up to her hands and holds them.

[y/n] slowly drags her eyes down to their connected hands.

"jj... " she gulps, before her eyes look back up at his nervous ones.

"i never hated you, [y/n]. it was the opposite."

she takes a deep breath. "you... you can't be possibly saying what i think you are."

he nods quietly.

"i am," he confirms, walking even closer to her, until there's not that much space between them anymore. "i tried to bury my feelings — i wanted to convince everyone and myself that what i felt for you was just blind hatred."

"but, that's not true."

tears fill her eyes and she shakes her head, not wanting to believe it for even a second.

"no," she shakes her head even more. "no, no, no." she mutters, backing away and pulling her hands out of and away from his.

the tears fall to her cheeks. "no, jj. this... " she points between them. "this is cruel — this is a whole other level of cruel that i didn't think that you'd do to me."

she shakes her head again as jj steps forward.

"sweetheart, i swear this isn't a game. it's nothing like that." he says, stepping forward as she tries to ignore the butterflies in her stomach after hearing that pet-name he just used to address her.

"then, what is it? because i know there's no way someone good like you could ever love or like someone like me!" she exclaims, the tears blinding her vision.

jj stops short, his heart stopping for a brief moment from the second he heard those words come out of her mouth.

"what?" he asks in shock, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

she scoffs again. "you heard me correctly, maybank." she says tightly, frowning as she looks down and away from him.

"do you have any idea what you mean to me, [y/n]?" he asks softly as he walks over to her and lifts her chin up with his fingers.

her mouth falls open as she looks at him. "what are you talking about, jj? what do i mean to you? who am i to you?" she asks in a murmur, but he hears her clearly.

he speaks with no hesitation, even if it sounds cheesy and corny and he'd never say it to anyone else, "you're the girl i love."

a quiet gasp sounds from her lips, causing him to chuckle softly.

"you can't really mean that." she says tightly, still in shock.

"i do. i swear i'm not lying — this isn't a game to me." he says seriously, moving his hands to hold her face in his hands.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, before she finds the courage to speak, "jj, if you really mean that — and i mean, really mean it — there's no going back, if we go through with any of this."

he nods. "i know."

"and... " she trails off, preparing for what she's about to say next. "and you really mean all of this?"

he nods again.

another shaky breath leaves her lips and the tears spill as she nods herself.

"okay."

"okay?" he asks, confused and fully expecting her to reject him.

she nods in acknowledgement. "i can't promise that things will be easy with me. i have issues, just like you, and i won't change myself for anyone."

he chuckles. "i'm not going to ask you to do that."

"okay." she nods, moving one of her hands up to one of his and anxiously intertwines them together.

"let's do this then, yeah?" he asks breathlessly and pulls her towards him gently, leading her to walk away from the chateau and to god knows where.

—————

JJ CHUCKLES IN AMUSEMENT AS he notices the girl's obvious, anxious nerves.

"you're going to be fine." he says, soothing her by rubbing her arms gently.

[y/n] groans, clenching her eyes shut in further stress.

"i just don't think they're going to react well to this news, jj!" she whines, turning to face him and letting her head fall into his chest as her groans of distress quickly become muffled.

he laughs and gently lifts her head up and cups her cheeks, a soft glint in his eyes. "it's going to be fine, baby, okay?"

she sighs, pouting for a straight minute as he smiles down at her.

"if they make any comments, i'll make them regret it." he says seriously, causing her to raise her eyebrows at him.

"they're our friends. i kind of find that hard to believe." she says seriously, laughing at his reaction.

he rolls his eyes and kisses her forehead.

"just trust me, alright?" he murmurs when he pulls away from her.

she sighs in defeat. "fine."

she frowns as he leads her inside the chateau.

he leads her into the living room, where everyone else is hanging out in.

the conversation stops immediately as they stop in the room, all of their eyes immediately landing on their joined hands.

john b doesn't look shocked at all as he smirks in approval.

"so, you finally did it, huh?" he asks, getting up and clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

jj laughs as [y/n] turns to face him with a shocked look on her face.

"what does that mean?" she asks with suspicion clear in her voice.

john b chuckles. "last week, before jj came over to talk to you, i finally got jj realize how he really feels about you."

her face fills with realization as she nods, but doesn't say anything.

she turns back around to look at everyone else.

cleo and pope look at her with a look of nonchalance, almost as if they expected this to happen, sooner or later.

sarah and kiara share a look, both smirking at each other.

then, they both get up and run over to their friend, throwing their arms over her body and jumping and giggling in excitement.

"i knew it!" kiara exclaims excitedly, with a big smile.

sarah laughs and agrees.

[y/n] rolls her eyes.

"so, you guys really don't care?" she asks, glancing at all of them.

pope snorts. "why would we? we've been waiting for this moment for too long."

cleo nods, gently poking pope. "it's about time y'all got together."

jj simply laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her to one of the empty couches to cuddle on.

"see? you had no reason to be nervous." he murmurs into her ear, kissing her cheek as she makes herself comfortable in his embrace.

she rolls her eyes at him and turns to kiss him lightly, before pulling away and lying her head on his chest. "fine. you were right."

his chest rumbles with prideful laughs, but before he can say anything, she interrupts him, "don't even say it. you're lucky i like you."

he laughs again. "well, you're lucky that i like you."

she ignores the cheers and teasing comments from their friends as they all settle back into their seats and observe them, just appreciating the moment with her boyfriend.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

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admittedly, I’m not really a jj girlie, but he somehow did manage to seduce me during my recent rewatch…. 

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thinking about this boy taking you out into the middle of nowhere on the island just to fuck you, just because you two are keeping your relationship a secret, so you can't risk anyone seeing you together

and one day he takes you camping

because as much fun as the sneaking around is, he would fucking love more than the usual 2 seconds he gets with you before you both have to scram

and out there on that small trip

surrounded by Mother Nature herself

you can't help but discover that your summer fling is not as casual as you'd both convinced yourself it was

looks like you're screwed. you're in love with your best friend and he's apparently in love with you too.

thinking about fooling around with bff!jj

about him caring way too much about the no pogue on pogue rule to fuck you right away

but you're both still so horny

and want each other so much

that it doesn't take too long before desperate mutual masturbation

turns into needy pussyjobs

and eventually you just can't resist slipping him inside right after he spills his load all over you, leaving him hissing at both the overstimulation but also blowing his mind completely because you feel so much better then he imagined

it's been hard just being your friend up till now. poor him has to live with the weather being so hot and watching you run around in your tiny shorts.

good thing now he can just tug them to the side and have his way with you as you sneak around the others, trying to manage your insane sex drive without them catching on

which is getting difficult because this boy can not keep his hands to himself...

speaking of sneaking around...

you two slipping into every bathroom imaginable just because you can't keep your hands off each other

and if his hand's not locked over your mouth to keep your beautiful noises at bay, you're keeping it busy with his dick, having you giggle against his girth as he tickles your oral fixation

"fuck, keep quiet baby. I know it feels good, feels so good, just keep quiet and you can have as much of me as you want."

...that is until the day when you're both too wrapped up in it all and accidentally gets a bit too loud and let the other pogues hear you.... guess that was one way for them to find out! had to happen one day, just wish it hadn't been a way that the guys would mock you eternally for.

thinking about jj stealing the van just to fuck you in it

and like it isn't a secret why he's grabbing it for a few hours

this dude is incapable of not kissing and immediately telling

his friends know way too much about his sex life

he just has such a big mouth

just as he can't help himself but to pry in their personal lives

he also can't help himself but gushing to them about how amazing you felt when he had you bend like a pretzel in the twinkie

but also him being a perv and asking you to text him little videos whenever he's not there

because you've told him about before

back when you had a massive crush on him and you just pathetically tried to get off at the vivid fantasies of him

that was until you two got together and he, the no shame individual he is, got you a toy just for when you felt needy

but that little gift came with a price... you had to send him stuff whenever you used it...

"oops, couldn't sleep, I just kept thinking about you and then this happened... you think you can come over? sneak in through the window?"

which he of course can not resist

I mean, how could he?

and especially if you're a pretty little kook

dressing up for him in your expensive lingerie

just daring him to rip it to pieces

taking the shreds back with him as souvenirs

but also you taunting him in the texts being like "why don't you come over here and show me how to use it? show me how to use the pretty toys you picked out for me."

you are a fucking dream come true to him

and lastly, joining him on the beach on those days when the waves are just crazy?

although, your bikini ends up being too distracting for him, so you sneak off somewhere just to get it out of your systems and let you return to the water

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[jungshookz]

smitten: jungkook's date is tonight but y/n's more stressed about it than he is

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook & smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boo hoo angsty wattpad-energy fic of your dreams!! unrequited love!! so much pining!! it hurts so bad but that's what makes it so good!! yoongi should really mind his own business!!

➺ wordcount; 6.5k

➺ summary; jungkook's dream date with ji-eun is tonight and y/n's going to do everything in her power to make sure everything goes perfectly.

➺ what to expect; "we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”

➺ currently spinning on the record player; i wish [one direction]

➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]; part two [the incriminating note]

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“pepperoni to garlic knot- pepperoni to garlic knot- come in- are you there?" 

the sound of the walkie talkie crackling to life makes you perk up and you reach behind to pull it out from your back pocket, pressing down on the side button with your thumb before bringing it up to your mouth

“garlic knot to pepperoni- i'm here." you bite back a grin at the silly nicknames jungkook insisted on using before speaking up again, "the last of the fairy lights have been strung up, by the way! over." 

“oh, sick!" jungkook gasps lightly, "okay, i need you to come down and help me because i've been trying to tie this tie for the last, like, half an hour and at this point i’m just going to have to wave a white flag and surrender. over.” 

"roger that. i'm coming down." you tuck the walkie talkie into your pocket again before letting out a sigh and looking around the rooftop setup with your hands on your hips 

you must admit it looks really good (as it should, because you've literally been setting everything up since this morning and it's about 5:30pm now)

the bubble tent's been blown up and you made it all comfy and cozy inside with fluffed up pillows and soft throw blankets 

you strung the fairy lights up on the clotheslines and you made sure to use fresh batteries for them so that they'll last all night 

and the little round table that jungkook and ji-eun will be eating dinner at was a little wobbly but that problem was easily fixed with some blu-tak 

the happy smile on your face twitches slightly when the realization that you spent the entire day setting up a date that you're not even a part of hits you

"…oh, you silly girl.” you can't help but snort as you shake your head and turn around to head towards the rooftop door so you can go to jungkook’s apartment, "you silly, silly girl-" 

all of this time

all of this effort

all of this everything for a boy you like who you know for sure doesn't like you back because if he liked you back he wouldn’t have asked someone else out

what exactly do you think the end result is here?

what exactly do you think you're gaining out of this?

literally nothing!!!!

so why are you doing all of this??

"because i'm a big ol' simp with no backbone, apparently-" you mutter under your breath as you open the door to jungkook's apartment, forcing the frown off your face and replacing it with an easygoing smile 

you may be a simp with no backbone but…

well, no

that’s it. there’s nothing else to say. 

"y/n? that you?" 

"yeah! sorry, probably should’ve knocked or something- also, not to toot my own horn or anything, but i did a fantastic job with the decorations! i could be a party planner or something if this whole school thing doesn’t work out-” you kick the door shut behind you before looking around for jungkook, "where are you?" 

"gimme a sec! i'm, like- i'm almost done, just wait-" 

you plop down on the couch and tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling before letting out another quiet sigh 

this is why you need to be constantly busy doing things, because if you get even a moment of peace, you start to think and think and think and you hate being alone with your thoughts because your brain starts to mock you and berate you and say things like hey, y/n? you have a paper due at midnight tonight that you're only halfway done with but instead you're prioritizing being a wingwoman to a boy who's head over heels in love with someone else-

"okay, hi!" you jolt in surprise at the sound of jungkook's voice from behind you and you're about to turn around when suddenly he speaks up again, "hold on! close your eyes until i tell you to open them."

"what? why?" you frown as you settle back against the couch again and shut your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “i already know what you’re going to wear, i’m the one that picked the outfit for you anyway-”

"i know, but surprises are fun-" you hear the shuffling of material and you resist the urge to turn around immediately as your impatience grows, "okay, i think that looks fine. turn around!" 

"i really don't know why you had to prepare me to see you in-" you twist your upper half around so you can finally look at jungkook and almost immediately you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight 

the crisp white button-up tucked into a pair of slacks are a stark contrast to the outfits you're so used to seeing jungkook in because most of the time he's drowning in a sweatshirt that's ten sizes too big for him and some slouchy cargo pants and a pair of chunky black stompers

but this? this is…

oh, wow.

"so?" jungkook's being uncharacteristically shy with you as he averts his gaze and reaches down to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt, "how… do i look?" 

"-handsome." you blurt out, shaking yourself out of your slight daze as you get up from the couch so you can go over to him, "you look- you look very handsome, jungkook. you- yeah, you look very handsome.” you press your lips together, unsure if you should say anything else because you’re not sure where the line is between being a supportive friend or just ogling your friend like he’s a piece of meat 

it's when you find yourself looking down at your own outfit (jeans and a t-shirt and socks with a hole on the right heel) that the little voice in the back of your head reminds you of the reality of the situation: that he's looking very handsome not for you, but for ji-eun, and in this moment you wish there was a way to just shut your brain off to cease all cruel thoughts 

jungkook looks very nice. just focus on one thing at a time. 

“oh my god-“ jungkook's nose immediately scrunches up before he lets out a little laugh, "you're totally hitting on me right now, you weirdo- you look very handsome, jungkook-” he mocks you in a higher voice and you can’t help but feel a little dejected that this is how he reacts to a genuine compliment from you 

if anything, it’s more confirmation you didn’t need that jungkook most definitely doesn’t feel the same way about you  

"well, i-" you stop yourself from walking any closer to him as you feel your entire face flush bright red, "i- well, i’m trying to be supportive here… you look nice, i’m not gonna be an asshole and say you look bad for this date-” you force out a nervous laugh as you reach up to rub the back of your neck, "whatever, you look fine-" 

“thank you, i just- i’m not used to compliments but anyway-” jungkook interrupts you (thankfully, otherwise you definitely would’ve continued to babble and babble and babble) to hold up a black tie, "you need to help me with this." 

"you know, i… i actually don't think you need the tie?" you tilt your head a little as you look over jungkook's outfit, "i think you'll look better without it on, and a tie seems a little too formal for the date- can i-" you shuffle forwards slightly before undoing a couple of buttons on jungkook's shirt and spreading the collar open a little, jungkook raising his head a bit so you can work your magic 

"you really think this looks better?” he asks quietly, and your eyes flicker up to meet his for a brief second before you quickly look back down at your fumbling fingers 

"yea,” you respond, pressing your lips together as you smooth out the collar before taking the tie from his hand, tossing it over your shoulder and stepping back to look at your work, "yeah. that's much better. okay, put the suit jacket on, lemme see the whole look-"

"dude, i've been, like- so nervous all day." jungkook lets out a breath as he pulls the suit jacket up off the back of the couch, "like- okay, obviously ji-eun and i get along really well in real life, but this is the first time we'll be in, like, a romantic setting, you know? like romantic on purpose.“ 

"it'll be fine. i mean, you already got through the hardest bit which was asking her out-" you shrug as you lean against the back of the couch and cross an ankle over the other, "and she said yes, so… obviously you're doing something right. you’re gonna be fine, you just have first date jitters! everyone gets the first date jitters.” 

"i know, but-" he smooths the sleeves of the suit jacket out before looking back over at you, "ah, i don't know. i just feel like i'm gonna screw up somehow, you know?" 

"you won’t,” you shake your head before offering him a smile, "just be yourself! don't put too much pressure on, like- on acting like how you think she wants you to act, you know what i mean? just be yourself. she likes you, jungkook. you're a total catch, so-" you cut yourself off before you wander into the ‘you’re a total catch which is actually the reason why i’m in love with you' portion of your pep-talk as you get up off the couch, "yeah! just- just relax. everything's going to go perfectly tonight. and like i was saying when i first walked in here, not to toot my own horn or anything but the rooftop looks immaculate.”  

“i’m sure it does! i can’t wait to see it-“ jungkook pauses all of a sudden, his eyes widening in realization, "oh, shit!"

you don't even get the chance to ask him what's wrong before he starts to spiral and you blink rapidly at the sudden change in behaviour 

"oh my god.” jungkook slaps his hand against his forehead, “i- fuck, i forgot to pick up the flowers and the- oh my god, i knew i forgot to do something today!" he gawks, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, "shit! shit, shit- damnit, i was gonna pick them up this morning and then i went to the gym and i forgot-" 

“i-" you’re slightly startled at how stressed he is over some flowers and you can’t help but chuckle, “there’s even a little sticky note on the fridge to remind you-”

"i know!” jungkook whines, “i know, i don't know, i guess it just slipped my mind because i've literally been thinking about this date all week-“ he sucks some air in through his teeth before shaking his head, “okay, i guess i can just head over there right now and then come back-”

"woah, woah-" you skid over and press a hand to jungkook's chest to keep him from bolting out the door, “what are you talking about? you can't leave now! it's- it's 5:45- and not to mention, it's literally rush hour so the highways are probably all clogged up right now and- ji-eun's going to be here in half an hour so you'll never make it back in time and your suit's going to get all wrinkled because you'll be all cramped up on the bus-" 

"y/n, the flowers and the teddy bear are two essential parts of the date,” jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, clearly desperate to leave the apartment, “i’m not gonna have anything to give her when she arrives, she can’t show up only for me to be empty handed-”

"hey, relax!” you snap, softening your tone when jungkook’s shoulders droop slightly, “listen, you are not going to leave the apartment because ji-eun is coming and i’m sure she’ll be disappointed if she finds me on the rooftop instead of you. this is what’s going to happen: you’re going to sit here and wait for ji-eun, i’m going to go and pick up the flowers and the teddy bear, and then you can give them to her after the date. it’s going to be fine, you are literally being so dramatic right now-”

"but-" 

"look, i'm sure ji-eun isn't going to throw a tantrum if you don't present her with a bouquet of flowers at the beginning of the date- if she did, that’d be kind of odd but that’s not the point- the point is, it'll be fine. you go on your date, i’ll pick them up." 

"yeah, but-!" 

"kook, i've got it, alright?" you back away from him slowly but you keep your arm extended to make sure he doesn't move, "i'll take care of everything, you know i can handle it- just- i'm gonna go now and then- i'll leave behind the rooftop door as soon as i get them, okay? and i'll text you so that you'll know they're there-" 

"y/n…" jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously, guilt swirling around in his eyes, "you've already done so much for me, i can't ask you to-"

"we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”

“are you sure? i feel bad, i feel like you did so much and-”

“i’m sure, jungkook-" you interrupt him again before turning to grab your jacket off coat rack, “the only thing you have to think about tonight is how you’re going to charm ji-eun — and to be honest, you don’t even need to think about it because all you have to do is be yourself! now sit down and try to relax. and try not to wrinkle your shirt, i spent way too long ironing it earlier."

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your nose crinkles slightly as you look up at the sky, your brows knitting together in concern at the light grey clouds hanging in the air

the forecast did say it would be cloudy today (and it has been cool and cloudy all day) but you’re hoping it doesn’t rain because if it rains that’ll completely ruin the date and jungkook will probably be electrocuted by the fairy lights if he touched them 

of course, jungkook and ji-eun can take cover in that bubble tent if it starts to rain, but hopefully it doesn’t… (why are you so hellbent on making sure this date is going to go smoothly?! you might as well plan their wedding for them as well at this rate.) 

you perk up when you see the bus you’re supposed to take rounding the corner and you fumble in your purse for your bus card, stepping up to the stop eagerly

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out once you plop yourself down in a seat in the back  

from: jungkook (5:58pm) — Holy shit I’m acc so nervous 

from: jungkook (5:58pm) — What if this goes horribly 

you can’t help but roll your eyes at how panicky jungkook is being because he really has no reason to be nervous 

all he had to do was dress himself and make himself presentable because you were the one who did all the hard work of setting up (to be fair, you insisted on setting up alone because you like things done a certain way and jungkook seemed too jittery to focus) 

to: jungkook (5:58pm) — you’re literally going to be fine

to: jungkook (5:58pm) — it’s going to be fine 

to: jungkook (5:58pm) —  you already know she likes you 

to: jungkook (5:59pm)— just think of this as another one of your hangouts but you guys are dressed more fancy and you’re on a rooftop for some reason LOL 

from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Okay 

from: jungkook (5:59pm) — She says she’s almost here

from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Do you think I should’ve picked her up instead of her meeting me here 

to: jungkook (5:59pm) — …you rented out a rooftop for her i think she’ll survive 

you pause, setting your phone face down on your lap before letting out a yawn and leaning your head against the window

you got up far too early this morning and the gentle rumbling of the bus down the highway is very soothing

google maps said the journey to your stop was about 38 minutes which means you have approximately 35 minutes to take a quick nap and the remaining 3 minutes to wake yourself up so you won’t be too groggy after hopping off the bus 

you’ve worked hard today, so you deserve a little snooze! 

your right eye peels open when your phone buzzes again

from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Omg she’s here early 

from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Okay 

from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Wish me luck and also thank you for everything you are the best 

a smile twitches at the corner of your mouth and you can’t help but think to yourself that yes, i am kind of the best, aren’t i? 

to: jungkook (6:04pm) — yes yes 

to: jungkook (6:04pm) — good luck! 

to: jungkook (6:04pm)— :-) 

another yawn slips past your lips and you tuck your phone into your purse before leaning your head against the window again and shutting your eyes 

an additional benefit to getting some sleep on the bus is so that your brain won’t start to flood with reminders that jungkook doesn’t like you like that and that you are currently sitting on a bus going to get flowers for him to give to another girl- 

okay, that’s enough of that, your teeth grit together slightly and you clear your throat, crossing one leg over the other as you get settled into the stiff, itchy seats, a quick power nap and then the overthinking can begin again. 

»»————- ♥ ————-««

“excuse me-” 

your eyes open immediately at the feeling of someone shaking your shoulder and you sit up straight, clutching your purse tighter to your body as you look up to see the bus driver smiling down at you in mild concern 

“morning!” he jokes, raising an eyebrow before clicking his tongue and nodding towards the opened doors, “end of the line, miss. gonna have to ask you hop off.”

what? 

in your half-asleep state you can’t help but wonder what you’re doing on a bus and where you were meant to be going in the first place… is the date over? are you heading home? 

“end of the-“ your heart plummets to your stomach at the realization that you took more than just a little snooze because you are, in fact, at the end of the line when you were supposed to be at the flower shop and heading back to jungkook’s apartment now, “wait, end of the line?!”

“i’m guessing you missed your stop? happens a lot when people fall asleep on the bus.” 

“i- yes-“ you pull your phone out to check the time (and your heart nearly stops beating when you see that it’s 7:13), “i was supposed to get off at crown street, how far are we from crown street?” 

“not too far-“ the bus driver hums, “about fifteen-“

“minutes?” you get up from the seat, starting to make your way towards the door but still looking at the driver

“blocks.” he sucks some air in through his teeth, “fifteen blocks away. if you walk from here, it’ll probably take you about… twenty-ish minutes or so to get to the crown street stop-”

“twenty-ish minutes, twenty minutes is nothing, i can make it in ten if i sprint-“ you mutter to yourself, pulling your purse up over your shoulder and turning to smile at the bus driver before hopping off, “thank you, sir, enjoy the rest of your night-!” 

it’s only a second later that you find yourself sprinting down the sidewalk, your runners smacking loudly against the concrete as you keep your purse tucked tightly underneath your armpit

unbelievable! something just had to go wrong tonight, didn’t it?

and it certainly doesn’t help that it’s drizzling right now — you don’t even have an umbrella with you! 

“so stupid, shouldn’t have fallen asleep-“ you look up briefly when you hear a rumble of thunder, stopping at the crosswalk and slapping the button multiple times as if it’s going to make the walk sign appear faster, “c’mon, c’mon…”

you jolt when a flash of lightning lights up the sky before suddenly- 

“oh, come ON!” rain suddenly starts to pour down from the sky and you resist the urge to just fall to the ground and completely give up because it seems like the universe is actively trying to tell you that what you’re doing is clownish behaviour and you need to stand up 

of course, because one of your more prominent traits is your innate stubbornness, you pull your purse off your shoulder and raise it above your head as if it’s going to stop you from getting completely soaked 

rainwater starts to flood into your shoes as you jog across the street and the feeling of your socks increasingly getting wet sends a shiver up your spine 

you pull your purse back onto your shoulder and keep it tightly held under your armpit once your arms start to get sore — you’re already completely soaked so using your purse as an umbrella seems pretty redundant at this point 

“don’t know why i didn’t bring a stupid umbrella with me either!” you huff to yourself, wiping your hair away from your face as you cross another street after looking both ways (safety first), “fall asleep on the bus, gets caught in the rain- stupid, stupid-“ you grumble, reaching up to wipe under your eyes and pressing your lips together in frustration at the wet mascara ink staining your fingertips

wonderful 

just wonderful 

and now you probably look demonic as well 

you pick up in pace when you recognize the street the flower shop is on, speeding up even more when you notice someone standing in front of the doors with a set of keys in their hand looking very ready to close up shop for the night 

“woah, woah, wait! wait, please!” you call out and the person immediately stops, looking over at you and then taking a few steps back in what seems to be mild fear, “so sorry, i just need to pick a bouquet up, i know you’re closing but i really need this bouquet- and-“ 

“did you run here?” he asks, looking you up and down as he adjusts his grip on his umbrella, “…you do know it’s raining, right?” 

“yeah, i- woo, give me a second to catch my breath-“ you pant, bending over and putting both hands on your knees, wincing to yourself as your lungs constrict in your chest, “i don’t remember the last time i ran like this, jesus christ- i think i’m going to puke-“ you force yourself to stand up straight again, placing a hand on your hip as you continue to suck in puffs of air, “i need to pick up an order.” 

“oh, wait! you’re the girl who’s in love with her friend, now i remember who you are-“ his eyes light up briefly before the deadpan expression returns to his face, “sorry, champ. we close at 7:30.” 

“it’s 7:29,” you choose to ignore his first comment before holding your phone up to his face and he immediately deflates, “come on, yoongi- it’s yoongi, right? please. give me a break.” 

“i’m just tryna go home-“ 

“please, my friend’s date is tonight and he was supposed to pick up his flowers this morning but then he went to the gym so he forgot even though there was a sticky note on the fridge reminding him to-”

“wait, you’re picking up his flowers for him?!” yoongi asks, eyes widening again before he throws his head back in a laugh, “hah! oh my god, you- you’re actually kidding me, this has to be a joke-“

“i will give you five glowing stars on google reviews if you let me in-“ you pant, wiping strands of wet hair away from your forehead again, squinting slightly because the rainwater has now fully fucked up your vision and yoongi is starting to look like a dark blob, “even though your customer service skills suck because you’re clearly laughing at me and i really thought you’d have the decency to share your umbrella considering the fact that it’s pouring-“

“my customer service skills are fantastic, you should see the way i flirt with all the older ladies who come in-” yoongi jingles his keys in his hands before checking the time on his watch, “they always leave with $15 silk ribbons on their bouquets and a boost in their self-esteem-“

“we���re wasting time here, i’m supposed to be back at my friend’s place like, now-“ 

“alright, fine.” yoongi sighs, shoving the keys back into the lock before clicking his tongue, “but i’m only doing this because i feel like saying no to you is equivalent to, like, leaving a puppy out in the cold or something. or stealing candy from a baby and then shoving the baby off of its high chair. or, like, taking a chainsaw and destroying a nice old lady’s rosebush in front of her for no reason while she’s standing there with a pitcher of iced tea for you-”

“alright, i get it, you pity me, just let me into the store and give me my damn order.” 

“did you really run all the way here?” he asks, opening the door to let you in as he closes his umbrella and shakes the excess water off before shoving it into the holder

“i took the bus but i fell asleep and missed my stop. ended up at the end of the line and i thought running fifteen blocks would be faster than waiting for the next bus.” you breathe out, your shoes squeaking obnoxiously against the marble floors as you step into the shop and leave a generous trail of rainwater behind you 

yoongi deflates slightly at the mess you’re leaving behind you and he quickly reaches out to grab onto your elbow, “do not take another step. i literally mopped up before closing and you’re leaving a trail everywhere.”

“sorry, sorry…” you apologize sheepishly, taking a step back closer to the front door and looking down at the puddle growing around your feet 

you reach up to squeeze some water out of your air, freezing when you realize you’re just squeezing more water onto the ground for yoongi to mop up 

yoongi gives you an unimpressed, blank stare before shaking his head and flicking the lights on, “there is nobody in the world i would ever run in the rain for. hell, there’s nobody i would even ever run for in general.” 

“well, i’m sorry your heart is made out of literal ice and you don’t have the ability to feel love for another human being.” you respond sarcastically, yoongi turning around with raised eyebrows 

“hey, for someone with an icy cold heart, i didn’t have to let you in, i could very well kick you out right now because i already clocked out for the night-”

“okay, sorry, i’m sorry- just- if i could just pick up the order, i’ll get out of your hair, i’m sorry-“ 

“why are you doing this in the first place?” yoongi asks as he gets settled behind the front desk, switching the monitor back on, “also, i promise i’m not stalling because i also want to get out of here as soon as possible, i just need to check what your order number is-“

“because jungkook forgot to pick the order up this morning.” you respond as if it’s the most obvious answer in the entire world (because to you, it kind of is) 

“well, i get that, but you still didn’t answer the question.” yoongi hums, tapping on the keyboard and hitting the enter key obnoxiously 

“sure, i did.” you frown, “i answered your question. i’m here because jungkook forgot to pick up the order this morning. he’s on his date right now and i told him i could pick it up for him. he’s on a date.” 

“with another girl.” yoongi murmurs, propping his chin up on his palm, “you are picking up flowers for jungkook to give to another girl because…” 

“because i’m his friend.” you feel your eye twitch slightly out of a mixture of growing frustration and impatience, “you have that order number yet? i’m on a time crunch here.” 

“…okay, i think all the rainwater must’ve flushed the logic out of your head…” yoongi purses his lips as he gets up from the seat, offering you an overly polite customer service smile, “please wait here while i get your order from the back. i would offer you a glass of cucumber water and an apple rose whatever cinnamon pastry thing but we are technically closed, so you’re just going to have to stand here and wait.” 

“funny.” you raise an eyebrow, about to squeeze some water out of your top before stopping yourself (you’ll wait until yoongi disappears to the back and then you’ll do it) 

you’re picking up flowers for jungkook because you’re his friend

and on top of that, not only are you his friend, you’re a very good friend of his! 

he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed (well, if the roles were reversed, you would’ve never forgotten to pick up the flowers so jungkook would never have to run in the rain to pick them up for you) 

what does yoongi mean by why are you doing this? 

isn’t it obvious??

if anything, he’s the one with no logic in his head if he can’t grasp the simple answer to his simple question

you’re doing this because you’re jungkook’s friend, and this is what friends do when they care about each other 

“okay, one more time- what are you doing right now?” yoongi pops out from the back with a beautifully wrapped bouquet and an adorable little white teddy bear with a pink heart as its nose and you can’t help but pout sweetly at it 

you know you said the teddy bear would be a little much but looking at it now… you want one too! 

“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear.” you point out, holding your hands out to take them from yoongi 

“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear for…” 

“for my friend…” you trail off, making grabby hands at him only for him to pull back slightly

“for your friend jungkook because…” 

“why do you care so much about this? you don’t know me and what i do is none of your business, your job right now is to hand me a bouquet and that teddy bear and you’re not doing a super good job if i’m being honest-”

“you’re right, i don’t know you, but i’m nosy as hell and you seem nice even though you’re oblivious as hell- you’re so close to the answer, too! what are you doing right now and why are you doing what you’re doing?” 

“what are you doing right now? and why are you doing what you’re doing right now??” you snap, looking at the little clock sitting on the desk, “i’m running very late, just give me the damn flowers, man-“ 

“alright, fine.” yoongi deflates, handing you the bouquet and the little bear before shaking his head and turning around to grab the mop from the back, “guess you’ll figure out the answer on your own. by the way, let your friend know that if he wants to order another bouquet for you to pick up that we now have an online ordering form so he doesn’t even have to come in store anymore- by the way, i can lend you an umbrella if you didn’t wanna run in the rain again because like i said, our customer service is-” yoongi spins around and immediately clams up when the only indication that you were even here at all are the two dirty shoe marks staining the white marble floor and the puddle of water around them 

he shrugs to himself and clicks his tongue 

oh well 

…you still better give the store a five star review. 

»»————- ♥ ————-««

the journey back to jungkook’s apartment is a little less chaotic than the journey leaving his place, thankfully 

you managed to get to the bus stop right as the bus came, and if anything, you took that as a sign that the universe was now on your side 

it was rewarding you for being such a good friend! 

of course, you still got caught in the thunderstorm jogging back to jungkook’s building from the bus stop (according to the forecast, it’s supposed to rain all night long) and the bouquet is a little soggy and the little bear’s fur is kind of matted now, but you tried your best to keep them dry under your sopping wet jacket, “alright, kook, don’t worry, i’m coming-“ you mutter, going up the stairs two at a time and ignoring the fact that you’re leaving a wet trail behind you 

you can’t help but shiver at the feeling of cold, wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to your body, pausing when you accidentally use the bear as a makeshift towel to dry your face 

“shit, whoops-“ you pull the bear away instantly, relieved to see that you didn’t leave any streaks of makeup on it 

your legs slow down as you reach the steps leading up towards the door to the rooftop, and you pause at the top of the steps when you hear a melodic giggle from outside amongst the rhythmic pitter patter of chubby raindrops splashing against the cement

sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slow your movements as to not make too much noise and ruin the moment, you press yourself against the side of the stairwell and crouch down on your hands and knees, placing the bouquet on the ground by the door and the little bear right next to it 

the only thing to do now is turn back and head home before you catch a cold from staying in your sopping wet clothes, but the sound of jungkook’s laugh makes your ears perk up and soon enough, you find yourself crawling up the additional three steps up so you can peek through the crack between the door and the frame and- 

kissing

almost instantly, your mouth goes dry and you feel a sharp pinch in your chest at the sight of jungkook and ji-eun kissing, their lips seeming to slot together perfectly as ji-eun curls up closer to jungkook and he reaches up to cup the side of her face, the two of them looking nice and warm (and dry) in the bubble tent as raindrops continue to bounce off the top of it 

your eyelids flutter slightly as your brain catches up to what you’re looking at, and just like that, everything hits you like a ton of bricks 

what the fuck am i doing?

you are crouched down in the stairwell like a creep, sopping wet from the heavy rain, still exhausted from sprinting fifteen blocks to get to the stupid flower shop before it closed, staring at the boy you love kissing someone else on a rooftop that you spent all day decorating and setting up  

you look down towards the bouquet and bear, swallowing the lump in your throat as your eyes begin to glaze over because oh my god, what are you doing? 

the bouquet of flowers is not for you 

the cute little bear is not for you 

the bubble tent and the fairy lights and the porcelain plates and fancy cutlery — all of it isn’t for you, it’s for someone else, it’s for ji-eun 

ji-eun is the one that’s kissing jungkook right now, not you 

in fact, it’ll never be you because jungkook doesn’t like you 

you turn around so you can sit on the steps properly, folding your arms over the tops of your knees and propping your chin up on top of them

jungkook does not like you back

you helped him plan this date and you helped him set up the rooftop for his romantic date with ji-eun and you ironed his shirt and you ran in the rain to get the bouquet and the bear not just because you’re a good friend — you did all of this because you are hopelessly, hopelessly in love with jungkook and you would pluck all the stars in the sky for him and put them in a jar if he’d asked 

“oh my god, y/n.” you breathe out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shake your head in dejection, “what the fuck are you doing?”

you feel that all too familiar prickle in your nose as you get up onto your feet and head down the steps one by one, your heart heavy in your chest as you adjust the strap of your purse over your shoulder 

(and as you stare up at the ceiling when you’re in bed later that night after taking a nice, hot shower and shoving your cold, wet clothes into the hamper, you can’t help but wonder if perhaps you’ll be pining after jungkook for the rest of your life.) 

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from: jungkook (1:08am) — Thanks for getting the flowers and the bear for me you’re a lifesaver 

from: jungkook (1:08am) — Like actually the best

from: jungkook (1:08am) — So grateful to have a friend as good as you 

from: jungkook (1:09am) —The date went really well btw 

from: jungkook (1:09am) — Hope you’re sleeping well :) Will text you tomorrow 

🎙️ tell yoongi to mind his own business or console y/n (talk to my characters!)

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I dont know if you keep up with military photos but there is a new one coming around and of course we got jm and jk next to each other again. And #55, the supposed new bff of jk, is far away so i guess they ended their friendship since being next to each other means that they’re close according to a group of people..

Anon this is not aimed at you although I will use your Ask to say it.

Jikookers have to know how to pick their battles; getting upset or paying attention to that is an unnecessary battle. The last few days have been a madhouse on Twitter particularly but some things are not worth responding to, that's one of them, tbh.

Solos and the subgroup only know how to say stupid things and will continue to say them because jikookers fall for them. I understand that we are all sick of the hate that Jimin, Jung Kook and jikook get on a daily basis and we all want to defend them and that's fine but pick your battles.

#anon #ask #jkkrs opinion #jikookphobics #the subgroup #Preg 15

[winterrrnight]

okay girlboss i know as we discussed you have lotssss of WIP's but i come to you with a request anyways;

rafe x pogue!reader based on "want you back" by maisie peters. here are some lyrics from that song that make me absolutely need this fic and i know you're gonna agree:

"so i know, that you did bad, but if one more person says it i might go mad." (like HELLO THIS IS SO RAFE CODED ARE YOU KIDDING)

"and what was cheap to you, to me was all i had" (ALSO THIS ONE YUPPPP)

bonus: "til' you caught a teacher's daughter with a dangerous text, i read it like a bible and i wore it like a bulletproof vest" (bc this is so cute)

thank you for your time and consideration bestieeee

thank you for the request bff! It definitely took me some time but here we gooo we finally have it! I hope you enjoy and it's up to your expectations <3

want you back

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x pogue!gn!eader

SUMMARY: Rafe finally gets to reunite with the one who made him feel happy and loved after their heartbreaking time away from each other.

WARNINGS: starts off angsty but ends fluffy, swearing, alcohol, drugs, anxiety, kissing, OBX spoilers + ignore any small grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: I LOVE a good angst moment! Its like venting out all the emotions that bother me. Why go to therapy when you can write angsty fics?

Some canon events of Rafe are referred to in this fic, but we still get soft Rafe as we move on in the fic :) live laugh love soft Rafe 🤭🤭

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You let out a little scream when you suddenly feel Rafe's arms around your waist, lifting you up from the ground. You grasp onto his neck tightly, and just keep on laughing as Rafe runs with you in his arms.

He comes to a stop just before the sand ends and the water starts. He sets you down on the ground, and both of you sit down, the water washing up to your feet occasionally.

It's midnight, the moon is out, the water is rippling softly, and you're sitting next to the person who makes you smile as bright as the stars.

Life can't get more perfect.

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"So what, you're just going to leave me now? Whatever we had, it doesn't matter to you anymore?" You yell, tears brimming in your eyes.

"It's not like we were really together you know, you didn't exactly tell people I'm your boyfriend!" Rafe says back, his eyes as teary as yours.

He's right, what you had was more of a situationship. You never labelled him as your boyfriend, heck, you were always confused on what to call him each time you introduced him to people. What you had was too deep to be labelled as 'friendship', but in the back of your mind you were always scared on how things might change if you asked him to be your boyfriend.

"Whatever it may be Rafe! Didn't you feel happy with me? I know I was the happiest with you around." You take a step closer to him, but he takes one back, keeping the distance the same between you two. "You're gonna just leave me because you think me, a pogue, can't date you, a kook? When will we grow past this? Why are you letting a stupid class label decide if you and me should be together or not?"

Tears are now streaming down your face, staining your cheeks as the went down. Your eyes are bloodshot, and your head is pounding with a headache. But you ignore it all. You just want Rafe.

"I'm, I'm sorry," Rafe whispers, as he opens the door of your house and leaves. You want to run after him, stop him from leaving you, but your feet are glued to the ground. Why aren't you moving? Why aren't you on your knees begging him to stay? You hear the engine of his car revving, and from the open door, you see him drive to the horizon.

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Since Rafe left you that night, you haven't seen him even once. It's been around two months, and you returned to your regular pogue lifestyle with your best friends: nothing to lose, everything to gain.

The biggest problem you have at hand is to find El Dorado before Singh does. It's been the only thing everyone has been able to talk about, especially after the return of Big John. You've been extremely devoted to this hunt, but every now and then, your mind slips back to you and Rafe.

You aren't sure with whom you can open up about this entire situation with. You've only been digging your emotions deeper and deeper in you, and you're afraid one day you'll just pop with all your pent up emotions.

All of you are sitting around a bonfire, and JJ comes and passes all of you some drinks. You really feel like drinking today, to not feel something and set your heart free for just a while.

But how were you supposed to know that with the alcohol buzzing in your system you will feel every emotion exponentially?

You had downed a number of cups of alcohol, a lot more than everyone else. Everyone except JJ was extremely concerned for you; all JJ did was just peg you on because you don't consume alcohol very often.

"I just miss him so much!" You say, wailing. Alcohol has spread all throughout your body, and you just have this urge to let out every single emotion.

You had popped.

"It's okay," Kiara says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and trying her best to comfort you.

"It's not Kie!" You remove her arm from you and get up from you position on the sand. You just want him right now, you want him to wrap his arms around you, kiss your forehead and whisper the sweetest nothings in your ears.

"Why do you even miss him so much?" John B says. "He just ruined everything for us. Especially when he stole the cross from Pope. And he left you because he thinks you aren't the right class. Do you not see how messed up this is?"

"Can you stop saying shit about him?" You snap. "I know what he did okay? But I was the one who got to see the vulnerable side of him. The side of him which only cared for the two of us. We could've been something, you know? But this ridiculous treasure hunt of yours just got in the way."

John B starts to get riled up at your words. He knows you wouldn't say half these things if it isn't for the alcohol in your body, but he cannot help but feel angry on how you are blaming him for everything that happened.

"Oh so now it's my fault? Rafe was never supposed to stick his nose in this! The cross is Pope's family history, and it belongs to him. Rafe's just a greedy person who only cares about the money. We wanted to preserve Pope's heritage." John B snaps back at you. Sarah comes in between the two of you, fearing any more traction.

"John B, leave this matter alone okay?" She whispers to him, and tries to get him aside. Sarah looks at you sympathetically, she knows you'll regret everything you've just said when you'll get sober. She now walks up to you.

"We need to get you to bed right now okay?" She tried to look at you in your eyes, but you dodge them. Sarah motions to JJ and Pope towards you, and they both come up, taking one each of your arms and to lead you to your place.

When you three reach your house and JJ lays you down in bed, you feel tears forming in your eyes. "I really miss him J," you sniffle, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. He looks at you with a sorrowful look on his face. JJ hates Rafe's guts, especially after how horribly he treated you, but he hates to see his best friend in this situation even more.

"You'll be fine," he says softly. "You're the strongest person I know, and you'll be okay." You let his words sink in you, as your mind starts to slowly drift off to sleep.

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Rafe is nervously pacing around his room, his teeth chewing away on his nails. The anxiety is spreading around like plague in his mind, and he just cannot get to stop thinking about it.

A deal he made with someone to sell some of the melted gold of the cross headed towards a direction he was not expecting. He's tried to think out a way out of this, but nothing seems to be the right solution.

Oh, only if you were there with him. You would softly run your fingers through his head and massage his scalp. "It's all going to be okay," you would mumble to him. And each time you told him that, everything did turn out to be okay. But right now you aren't there with him. And he craves you right now more than anything.

With a sudden impulsiveness, he gets his phone and finds your contact. His finger hovers over your name, does he take the risk of calling you or just forgets about it all?

He knows no one will approve of it. After all, you're a pogue. You have no place with all the kooks with their big mansions and their Maseratis in their backyards. But he longed you, he longed for your touch.

The last thing that Rafe cared about was you being a pogue. It didn't matter to him, all he wanted was you. But everyone else got to his head and made him believe you just don't belong with him.

"Are you sure you want to be with that filthy Pogue? After all, you may end up losing all your money." They would say, referring to how you're only with him because you care about the money he has.

"You don't belong with a pogue, Rafe. Come on man you're better than this." They would say, connecting a string of bad words with your name.

"What would everyone say? Did you even think about your reputation? You are a Cameron for god's sake." They would say, deeming you unworthy.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head. He knows he needs you more than anything else right now. Letting his spontaneity take over, he clicks on your contact.

His heart beats fast as he hears the ringing through the phone. And it almost stops when you pick up.

"Hello?" You say, groggily. You were just taking a nap and getting a call right in between wasn't what you wanted. You didn't even see who called you, you just accepted the call with your eyes almost closed.

"Uh, hey," Rafe says. You immediately sit up in bed. Why is Rafe calling you?

"Rafe?" You say. At this point, Rafe almost feels like melting. He hasn't heard your voice in months, and the sweetness of your voice is something he missed a lot. Everything starts to feel so much to him, and tears start to stream their way down as he sniffles silently.

"Rafe, are you crying? Are you okay?" You're now completely awake, ready to jump off the couch if he wants you there with him.

"Yeah, uh, I'm okay." He says, wiping off his tears. But that's pretty much useless, he just keeps on melting more and more on hearing you. Oh how he missed your voice.

There is a silence between you two, and you can hear each other's soft breathing. You missed him, you missed him a lot. You hated hearing everyone say he's a horrible person; you saw a side of him he never shows anyone. He made you feel so special, and now you feel like digging yourself in a hole, because you wish you weren't so afraid to ask him to be something more when you had the chance.

"I miss you," you blurt, not expecting it to happen. Rafe, on the other end, hears those words with widened eyes.

You miss him? He thought you probably hate his guts for the way he left you.

But you couldn't hate him. How can you hate the only person who made you feel complete?

"I miss you more," Rafe whispers. The tears don't stop, they keep on coming down like two waterfalls. He doesn't want them to stop either. He's finally feeling something. It had been way too long of being numb, not knowing what feeling is striking him.

You have had enough. You get up from your couch and start to make your way out of your house. "Rafe, are you at your home?"

Rafe gets confused on those words. "Yeah, why?"

You get out of your house and close the door behind you.

"I'm coming over."

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You reach outside Tannyhill, and take in its view. You haven't seen it in so long, and you'd almost forgotten how big it is. You step up onto the porch, your heart beating very fast. Before you can ring the bell, the door opens and you see Rafe.

The world stops spinning. Rafe has buzzed all his hair off, but when you look in his eyes, all you see is emptiness. They've lost the charm which made you fall for him in the first place.

Rafe looks at you with utter shock. You've gone so pale; all the color is drained from your face. There are eyebags under your eyes, and you look extremely tired.

Without thinking anything, you run into his arms. His gentle touch, his soothing words, his relaxed breathing, all remind you of one thing: home. He's everything home is. His familiar scent immediately calms you down, and you start to sob, which becomes more and more violent with each passing second.

You drop down on your knees with Rafe still holding you. You can't believe you had almost started living a life without him in it. You had almost lost the one person who understood you without you having to say anything.

Rafe finds himself breaking inside on seeing you in this condition. He's the cause of it, if he wouldn't have given into the peer pressure of leaving you so easily, he would never have to see this day.

"I'm so so sorry bubs," he says, hugging you so tightly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. "I'm so very sorry. This happened all because of me."

"Sweets-" you start, but he cuts you off.

"Listen to me first, please." He pleads. "I never intended to do that to you. I hate to say this, but I was pressured to leave you. Everyone put this thought in my head that I don't belong with you solely because you're a pogue. They got to my head. That's the biggest fucking mistake of my life. I don't care you're a pogue. I wanted to make you mine, but before I can do that I left you, ghosted you completely. I'm so sorry, I promise to never leave you again."

You look at him with your red, rheumy eyes. The side which made you fall in love with him; his vulnerable side, is showing again and you are just breaking apart from the inside. Oh, how you missed the way he held you so close to him.

You softly hold his face in your hands and press your lips against his. You trace his lips with yours as you move closer to him, his arms snaked around your waist so tightly; he won't let you go again.

You missed the feeling of his lips on your own, the slight taste of the cigarettes he smokes lying on them. You missed your skin against his, the warmth radiating from his body to yours and making you all fuzzy on the inside.

Rafe will never leave you again. He will kill the one who says you don't deserve to be his, because no one in the world deserves you more than he does.

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this is us ~ jjk | 2

when you're stressed, jungkook has a way to help.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 3 ~ hot tubs and clubs part 1

chapter two ~ back hugs and peppered kisses | wc: 4.4k warnings: kissing, teasing, touching, language, jungkook's nipple is newly pierced, jungkook has another erection (what else is new?), oc playfully asks him to beg, allusions to sex (i'm telling you now, it'll be a while before there's an actual smut scene)

With the success of your last show, your agent approached you with a possible major network project. They were interested in what other scripts you had in your back pocket. Of course, you always wrote and jotted down ideas, but you didn't have a full script ready for them. Jae, the person you were in contact with, said they'd give you two months to develop a solid script and then go from there. It was not an opportunity to pass up on. This was a dream come true for you.

~ Six months together ~

Many people would think it strange to write in the middle of the night, but something was alluring about being awake in the quiet and stillness of it all. Your thoughts could run wild without interruptions while the rest of the world was fast asleep.

You were frantically pounding your keyboard, hoping not to wake Jungkook, as you had been doing for several hours since he had fallen asleep. He'd been sleeping over for the past few weeks because your place was closer to his (he claims), but you didn't mind. It felt wonderful to wake up to his warm cuddles and sweet kisses. He'd even get up early to prepare you breakfast before going to work. Jungkook was the ideal boyfriend - sometimes too ideal.

Instead of kisses and cuddles, you've been working on your script for the past few nights, constantly editing, rewriting, and scrapping ideas. Jungkook couldn't help but find you endearing and cute when he found you sitting at your desk with a messy bun and rimmed glasses, completely in writer mode. He'd attempt to divert your attention. And it was hard to resist, but you were proud of yourself for withstanding this horny bunny.

"It's been days, baby. Please come to bed." He sulked, leaning down from behind you and kissing the nape of your neck with peppered kisses. Your weakness. His hands wrapped around your body, squeezing your tits. That was a vile act on his part. You had to admit that you were enjoying his touch right now. Your body yearned for him.

You leaned in close to him. "I'm sorry, but I can't- I have a deadline and a lot of writing to do. I promise I'll make it up to you." You're trying to focus on your screen rather than on him. When his lips pressed deeply against your neck, your core ached; now, he was sneaking up to your jawline. "Kook..." you whimpered quietly, reaching back and threading and tugging his hair. "Mmm..."

You were deep in thought about the next scene you wanted to write when you noticed the blanket flying up in mid-air out of the corner of your eye, and he yelled, 'no,' very clearly. You chuckled softly, wondering what he was dreaming about.

"Don't leave me," he mumbled, still asleep and unbothered.

When you returned to the screen, the laptop, which was filled with pages of meticulous work, went dark. Only 5% of the battery is left. Shit. You rose from your comfortable position on the bed to fetch the charger. Jungkook whimpered as you plugged it into the wall. It had to have been a bad dream. You looked over to see if he was all right. He was sniffling as the blanket was tucked tightly beneath his chin. You were worried and gently shook him.

"Jungkookie…Kook," you murmured as you attempted to turn him, but this bunny was massive. You tried everything you could to turn him over. He finally shifted his weight toward you, sound asleep. Your fingers gently stroked the wet streaks down his cheeks. His brow furrowed, and he scrunched up his nose. His face was filled with a deep sadness.

You reached down and cupped his cheek before gently pressing your lips against his. "Kook…" you pleaded when you pulled away.

Finally, you heard a "Hmm" as he fluttered his eyes open. Even when sleeping, he was a beauty.

You couldn't put your finger on it, but his gaze was agonizing. You held your breath because you'd never seen this look. "Are you okay? I think you had a bad dream." You continued to gently caress his cheek to comfort him.

He didn't respond. Instead, he lay there quietly beside you, intertwining your hand with his.

"What were you dreaming about?" you asked curiously, hoping he'd tell you.

Jungkook bit his lower lip, unsure whether he should say anything. You gave him a small smile, letting him know everything would be fine if he said what was on his mind. He briefly before saying, "...I dreamed you left me." Then he drew the blanket over his head to hide his embarrassment.

You struggled to pull the cover because the muscle bunny gripped it like his life depended on it. "Kook…Come on," you whined.

He finally let go, pouting like a big baby. You found him adorable when he acted like this. He mumbled something, but you couldn't make it out.

"Hmm?" Trying to egg him on.

"You left me for Jin." He eventually spat it out.

"Aww, Kook…" You laughed at his response. "So that's where your mind goes? Me cheating and leaving you?"

"Baby, don't laugh. It's not funny." He rolled back onto his side, facing away from you. Clearly upset that you were laughing at him, you couldn't help it. It was a funny dream.

"Jungkook," you urged, wriggling closer to wrap your arms around him.  He didn't move. You propped yourself up and kissed his cheek. "Are you upset with me because I cheated in your dreams?" You laughed. You've had dreams where your significant other cheated on you—it was normal.

There was no response from him.

"Oh my god, you are!" you exclaimed, "I have no control over what I do in your dreams."

He turned back toward you. "And you said something, too," before returning to his previous position.

"What did I say? Hmm?"

"You said you left me because he had a bigger dick," he said, pouting again.

You burst into a boisterous cackle and threw yourself back onto the bed. "Well…does he?" you asked, teasing him.

"Noona!" he whined and pulled the covers over himself again.

"Is that why you kicked the blanket? Were you kicking his ass or something?"

Under the covers, he muttered, "Yeah..." You thought he was pretty cute right now. The thought of losing you to someone like Jin must have scared him. He was a great guy, amusing and charming, but he was no Jungkook.

You crept beneath the covers to catch his attention. You crawled on top of him, leaning down to rest your chin on his toned chest, and made imaginary circles with your finger. His gaze continues to avoid making eye contact with you.

"You do realize I don't want anyone else, right? I'm only interested in your dick." As you circled your finger around a shiny object pierced into his left nipple, you confirmed. "Is this something new?"

"Mm," he mumbled, trying his hardest not to become aroused by your touch, "it's still sensitive."

He had his nipple pierced, of course. You weren't taken aback. You wondered what other surprises you'd discover on his body. First, there are the tattoos and brow piercings. He'd only had a lip piercing a month before, and now this. You were convinced he was a masochist. You were thinking about getting yours pierced. If you did, he'd probably go insane. You couldn't, and you shouldn't.

"Is it now?" You made a sly grin. "Will doing this hurt?" You brushed your thumb gently across his pebbled nipple. He let out a small whimper as his hands instinctively gripped your waist.

"Don't…it still hurts," he pleaded with his big doe eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I kiss it to make it better?" You pouted.

You smiled to yourself as you felt the restriction in his boxers twitch at your words, knowing that he loved it when you tortured him. You lowered your mouth and pressed your lips against the cold metal, hovering over his nipple. Slowly, he began to crumble under your touch. He hissed and rolled his eyes back as soon as he felt your tongue.

"What—are you doing up this late anyway?" he asked, trying to keep his attention on you rather than your tongue.

"I was working on my script, but you distracted me with all your yelling," you smirked.

His eyes were still closed, savoring the moment because you hadn't had sex in a minute. He's been busy, and so have you. Adulting, you know. Your hand reached for the bulge in his gray sweatpants while hovering over him. You gently squeezed the hardened length, causing him to groan, desiring more of your touch.

"Should I continue?" You inquired, pressing kitten kisses across his toned chest. God, his fucking chest, chiseled by God himself.

He opened his eyes, eager for you to continue. "Yes—please."

"How much do you want it?" You demanded playfully. You were having too much fun getting your way right now.

He supported himself on his elbows. "Don't make me beg," he begged, his big soft doe eyes pleading. He despised begging and felt like a child when he did it.

"It's a lot more enjoyable when you do." It was difficult not to strip naked right now and bounce on that fat cock of his. Your pussy ached just thinking about how tightly you'd clenched your walls around it. You yearned for your own release but knew you shouldn't. It was stupid of you to keep teasing him when you were also teasing yourself.

"Please, baby…keep going." At this point, he was willing to say anything.

Ah, there it was.

You leaned in, your hands on his chest, playing with his piercings, straddling those delectable thighs. "I'm sorry I couldn't hear you," you said quietly in his ear.

"I need your hands," he said, taking yours and intertwining it with his. "Your mouth…" he said, bringing your lips to his. "…please." You slowly backed away, but not before he gently tugged on your bottom lip. He smirked as his hand slipped down to your wet, clothed pussy, knowing you couldn't resist him either.

You had only yourself to blame. You closed your eyes for a brief moment as a result of his touch, then returned to reality. "Mm, I still have a lot to write," you said as you stared at him.

"Let me help…" He lifted his oversized shirt, which you were wearing. "I'll give you some ideas." One of his hands reached for the soft flesh of your ass, while the other grabbed a handful of your breast. He sat up and looked at you with lustful eyes. He wasn't going to let you get away with it. He grinned as he watched you crumble at the slightest touch from him. He barely touched you, and yet you were already drenched.

"Goddamnit, Jeon Jungkook. Hurry up and fuck me."

Another late night spent working on scenes for the new script. You frequently listened to music to help inspire you, whether it was a line or a picture painted by the song. You were always finding little tidbits of inspiration. There was a beauty that musicians could capture with just words, evoking so much emotion, and that was what you enjoyed about making music. The ability to create something from nothing - one small idea leading to something bigger.

Jungkook was over like the previous nights. It was starting to become a habit. You probably thought it was just an excuse for him to sleep next to you, but he wasn't going to admit it. You took out your headphones and activated Bluetooth on your laptop. You thought you had it connected correctly, but as soon as you pressed the play button, the sound from your laptop blared, and Jungkook awoke in a panic.

"Who's here?!" He sat up quickly, still sleepy-eyed and squinting around the room with his arms raised, ready to jab someone. He was pumped after working out at the boxing gym. It made you laugh.

You burst out laughing. "Relax, boyfriend," you said, trying to soothe him. "Sorry, I was trying to play some music, and it didn't connect to my headphones. Go back to sleep." You moved closer to him, kissing his tattooed shoulder.

He rolled onto his side. His eyes closed, his arm draped over your thighs between you and your laptop. "Mm, please go to bed. It's getting late." He mumbled something sleepily. You weren't the only one who put in long hours over the last few weeks. He was also drowning in deadlines as he prepared for the release of another game.

“I can't. I have a lot of work to do,” you said as you tried to connect your playlist again.

Jungkook opened his eyes briefly to see what you were doing before closing them again. "You've been working nonstop for several weeks, and I miss cuddling with my baby."

You had to admit, he was cute when he was needy, which was often. "I really want to cuddle, but I'm in writing mode, and inspiration strikes when it strikes, and I have to write." Even though Jae's deadline was still a month away, you had your own deadline. It had to be flawless before you submitted it.

He moved closer to you, his cheek resting on your thighs, and looked up at you with his best pout and puppy eyes. "Please—just one teensy weensy cuddle."

"Kook...we know what'll happen if we cuddle." You weren't going to fall for his tricks again.

"Hmm, I'm not sure what you're talking about." He was trying to act as if you didn't notice his tells when he was horny. When he wanted you, he became desperate.

"I can feel your dick poking my leg," you remarked in a witty manner.

He lifted the duvet. "Goddamn, it, Little Koo. Why do you have to ruin everything?"

"You named it?"

"I name everything on my body."

"You're so weird," you chuckled at your cute and adorable boyfriend.

"You love it."

You laughed. "I do. I won't even deny it, but no cuddling. You already distracted me this week. I'll make it up to you. I promise." You leaned down to give him a quick peck. "Go back to bed. I love you."

"Love you too."

You 9:27 AM Hey, is it okay if Hyunie joins us for coffee? I forgot I made plans with her too.

Yuna 9:29 AM Yeah of course! The more the merrier.

You 9:31 AM Thanks, love you. See you soon.

You seemed to be constantly late for something. Yuna and Hyunie were already chatting when you arrived at the quaint little coffee shop wedged between a bookstore and a beauty boutique. It was great to see two of your friends get along so well. You're not sure what took so long for them to finally meet, but you're glad they did. You caught their attention by smiling and waving through the window.

"Hey! I'm sorry I'm late," you stated when you approached the two of them deep in conversation.

"Ah, don't worry about it. Here, sit down," Yuna replied. "I got you an iced americano and an orange cranberry scone."

"My favorites, thank you." Your eyes widened in delight since you didn't have time to eat anything for breakfast. After biting into the tender and flaky scone, you groaned with delight. "So…what did I miss?"

"We were just getting to know each other," Hyunie smiled.

"Did you know Hyunie is a photographer as well? If I had known, I would have hired you instead of the dummy who took photos at our wedding." Yuna's hired photographer forgot to bring a backup battery, and their camera died halfway through taking photos, leaving her with no photos from the reception. She joked about staging a "fake reception" to get a few photos.

"Yah-what? You're a photographer as well? How come I didn't realize that?" Your mouth was still full from another scone bite.

Hyunie chuckled. "Well…if you ever need photos for anything else, family photos, newborn pictures. Just let me know, and I'd be happy to do it."

"Newborn pictures? Oh goodness--I'm not ready to be a mother," Yuna emphasized. "I'm telling you now I'll have you on speed dial, though."

"How are you and Jungkookie doing?" Yuna inquired, sipping her iced americano. Despite the fact that you and Jungkook had been dating for about six months, she was still getting used to the idea of the two of you. You understood completely, and you weren't going to force her into conversations she wasn't ready for.

Your brow furrowed and a grin spread across your face. "We're doing well. We've found the sweet spot." And you were in the honeymoon phase, which was your favorite.

Yuna exclaimed, "The sweet spot, eh? I recall it as if it were yesterday. It seems like an eternity since Joon and I were there. We're now an old married couple." She was relieved you didn't tell her anything about your sexual life. She cared about you and her brother, but she didn't need to know.

"Yuna, you're such a drama queen. You've been married for only six months. You're still a newlywed couple." A huge part of you was glad you didn't marry U-jin. Imagine not knowing about his cheating until after you've been married for a while.

"But Joon and I have been together for a long time. And it's different when you're dating someone for the first time. You're starting to learn more about them, get all those butterflies, and dress up for them... I'm lucky if Joon wears jeans these day,” she said it with a sigh of dissatisfaction.

You told yourself that you'd ask her about it later because Hyunie was also with you. Yuna's mention of Joon made you appreciate Jungkook even more. Namjoon is a great guy, and you understood Yuna's point of view, but Namjoon was nothing like U-jin - thank goodness. After a long time in a relationship, the small surprises, dates, and spark begin to fade. It was only natural because you had grown accustomed to each other. But for the time being, you'll cherish every sweet moment with your Jungkookie.

You'd hit a mental snag after a week of writing. Nothing you wrote sounded right. Too many storylines, scenes, and dialogue clogged your mind. You needed something like Sherlock's Mind Palace to help you sort through everything your brain was trying to understand. You were starting to dislike what you were writing. You sat at your bedroom desk, staring at the blank page. Maybe you could finish one more page, just one more - it's not that difficult. You then heard the front door close. Jungkook's home. You were never going to finish that last page.

"Hi, honey! I'm home!" He chuckled as he set his belongings down and removed his large chunky boots. He peered inside to see where you were these days. Again, you were dressed similarly to the day before, only with a different color shirt, short-shorts, hair up, no makeup, and big-rimmed glasses - his favorite look. You only found it appropriate to steal Jungkook's clothes because he decided to take up a semi-permanent residence in your home, which he didn't mind at all. He adored seeing you in it, and you adored wearing it because it smelled exactly like him. Now, who's the weirdo.

He came up behind you as usual, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the nape of your neck with peppered kisses. "Are you working hard or hardly working?" he asked, his lips still on you.

When he started massaging your shoulders, you groaned loudly in pain. You weren't aware of how tense you were, but his warm hands felt good against the tension in your shoulders. "...barely functioning. I'm at a loss. I need to get out of my head." Today you felt like a shit writer, unable to write anything meaningful. Will you be able to meet the deadline?

Jungkook pressed a kiss against your temple. "I can help with that, and let's go do something fun."

"If your idea of fun is sex, then no," you snapped at him.

"Wow…you really are tense," he scoffed softly. He walked over to the edge of your bed. "I'll forgive you for your bluntness, but sex was not what I had in mind."

You turned to face him, regretting the words you had just spit out. "I'm so sorry. I'm just…really stressed." You stood up and walked over to him, your hands wrapped around his neck.

"It's all right, baby. I understand." He nodded softly as he grazed the back of your bare legs. He was quick to forgive, which was one of the qualities you admired in him.

You cupped his face tenderly and looked him in the eyes. "No, it's not fine. I'm sorry for snapping at you. You've been so good to me these past few weeks. You've been so wonderful to me over the last few weeks. Allowing me to be and write,” you sighed, knowing you needed a break even as you pushed yourself to finish. What was the point of attempting to write when you couldn't? "...what were you thinking?"

"Bowling," he grinned.

There were groups scattered throughout the bowling alley. You were relieved it wasn't crowded because you were terrible at bowling. You didn't want anyone to see how bad you were. The one thing Jungkook was good at was—well, everything. It irritated you at times because he was insanely good at everything without even trying. When the gods created him, they must have poured everything into him, including talent and appearance. It wasn't fair, to be honest.

You rolled your eyes as he struck out again, his third of the night. Your performance in comparison to his was embarrassing. "Wasn't this supposed to be fun?" You sighed.

While walking back to you, he did a little dance. "This is fun." He leaned down to kiss you on the cheek.

"I don't like to lose," you say, still irritated. It was finally your turn. You were determined to give it everything you had. You struggled to get to the lane after picking up the heaviest ball.

"Baby, you've got it! I have faith in you!" Jungkook applauded from behind.

Liar. He knows you suck. He's just being nice right now.

"I'll show you…Mister-I-Can-Do-Everything," you murmured as you struggled to keep the 7kg bowling ball in your grip. With your eyes fixed on the prize in front of you, you forcefully threw the ball into the lane, making a huge crashing sound. Because you threw it like a grandma, you could hear Jungkook laughing. The ball began to veer to the right, then re-centered itself before knocking down all but one. You screamed in rage at the last remaining standing pin. It was, of course, the one around the corner. "GAH—-!" You stomped back to get another bowling ball when you noticed Jungkook laughing and clapping at your failed attempt.

"Aww." He stopped to take a breath. "Baby, you were so close. Do you need help?"

"I'm a big girl," you huffed, turning your head. You stated firmly, flipping your hair back down the lane. You were a fighter.

He threw up his hands and let you do your thing. He was nearby in case you needed him to save you, which you didn't. Only one stupid pin stood between you and your pride. You narrowed your eyes, mentally commanding that last pin to fall to its death. Dramatic much? Why yes, you're a writer. You had to be.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and then felt hands around your waist. "Um…what exactly are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Helping." As he stood behind you, he smiled. "Center yourself with your target," he said quietly, almost whispering into your ear. "…be sure to keep your knees slightly bent. Straight down to your side with your arm." You followed his instructions. "Keep your back slightly forward, your arm back, and always follow through."

You nodded in response to his instructions. He kissed your shoulder before stepping back, and you followed his instructions. As the ball sailed toward the last pin, knocking it down, your eyes widened. You jumped up and down with joy after defeating that stupid pin.

Jungkook chuckled as you strutted back to him and sat in his lap. "You're very welcome." He smirked stupidly at the victory he had helped you achieve.

"Nuh-uh. I did that all by myself."

"Yeah, with my assistance," he smugly teased. You didn't want to admit it, but he did give you some useful advice. He poked you on the side, and you flinched. "Yah—" he said once more, doing the same thing. You couldn't help but smile before kissing him on the lips.

"Yah--" He poked you on the side, making you flinch. "Yah--" he repeated again, doing the same thing. You couldn't help but smile, then planted a kiss on his lips.

"Thanks, boyfriend. I owe you one."

"That's more like it." He patted your thigh. "Kay, my turn now." He proceeded to get up.

"It's your turn, huh?" You gave him a sly smile before darting off to grab a bowling ball and hurriedly hurling it down the lane to ruin his winning streak.

When he realized what you were doing, he chased you down and grabbed you from behind. You laughed in an attempt to get out from under him. "Yah, my streak!" He cried, disappointed, but he didn't mind as long as you had fun.

He was right. This took your mind off of everything. You were happy at this moment, thankful that he would always be there to make things in life more enjoyable.

✨ next ~ hot tubs and clubs: part one

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PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK!! ALL FICS LISTED BELONG TO ME @lilystyles . i am mainly a harry styles writer/blog however there is the occasional time i will write for others this is where all those fics live. the link for the harry masterlist can be found if you click here. xx this is my second masterlist which will be occasionally/rarely added to. i am a busy university student so please be patient with updates. if you are uncomfortable with swearing & mature themes my account may not be for you. all my posts even the sfw ones have a lot of swearing & mature themes like alcohol, drug abuse, and mentions of sex. thank you :)

STEVE HARRINGTON

summer lovin'

steve and y/n have been best friends since childhood. during the last summer they have together before y/n moves away for college, there is an apparent tension between them. (bff!reader x bff!steve, fluff!)

THE MARAUDERS

remus lupin

never too soon

y/n has always fancied the fluffy-haired boy who sat behind her in class, and remus has always found y/n's clumsy nature endearing. (clumsy!reader x shy!remus, fluff!)

james potter

riled up

james and y/n are rivals. james can't take any more of her constant torment and takes her upstairs to deal with her. (rival!reader x rival!james, smut!)

OTHER HARRY POTTER FANDOM ONE-SHOTS

theodore nott

forbidden

y/n and theo are part of the noble wizarding families meaning that they are already in arranged marriages with other people. they can't seem to help their feelings, even if theo is with y/n's best friend. (slytherin!reader x engaged!theo, smut!)

RAFE CAMERON

ONE-SHOTS

dirty little secret

y/n is rafes' dirty little secret. she grows sick of having to hide their 'relationship' just because she's a pogue and he's a kook. (pogue!maybank!reader x rafe, angsty)

TASM!PETER PARKER

needy needy needy

peter and y/n are enemies who just so happen to be hooking up. one night peter comes knocking on her door begging for her help. (enemy!reader x ewb!peter, smut)

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ok! after reading a few stories, i will be forced to leave my request loolll

how about rafe being really like in love with sarah's bff pogue but she keeps him right in the line of friendship. then, one night at a party he begs her for one kiss and she finally accepts it. then smut with dom rafe trying to convince her he's the one for her?

Hi love, I saw your comments and you honestly made my night when I read them. Thank you again!

Just This Once

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, drugs, alcohol, piv, cum eating, begging, not edited

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Rafe Cameron. Kook king, a druggie, and my best friends brother. It's wild actually, especially with Sarah being a Kook and me being a Pogue.

I guess it's true, opposites do attract.

The thing is, Rafe hates Pogues. He absolutely hates whoever serves him, mows his lawn, or cleans their boat. He will pick a fight with a Pogue for no reason.

Killing a Pogue is probably on his dream board. He has so much hate towards us. Well... ‘us’ in this situation doesn’t include me. Everyone says he has a soft spot for me, I always lie and say that he doesn't. He does.

He treats me like I'm not lower than him. He makes sure Topper and Kelce doesn't say anything bad about me. He makes enough food for two even when he’s the only one hungry, and gives it to me instead of his sisters.

To some people it can look like he is being a nice friend, but to everyone else they know he’s doing that for more than just to be friends. He’s constant with telling me that he doesn’t want to be friends. I’m constant on strictly being friends.

When he takes us to parties, he’ll always be in proximity of me, but if he isn’t then he is always looking at me from afar. Everyone notices, Pogues and Kooks. Tourons will try to talk to me, but of course Rafe swoops in.

Just like the party last weekend, I was talking to a touron. We were by the cooler about to get drinks, the guys arm around my waist as I was standing tense. The two of us were having a decent conversation, and then Rafe comes up to the two of us and ruins it. 

Rafe comes up beside me, his arm hooked around my waist and pulling me away from the tourons grasp. His fingers playing with the waistband of my gym shorts.

“Hey, she’s with me!” the guy started to get defensive.

“Woah little bud, I brought her here.” Rafe wrapped his arm tighter around my waist.

“Rafe, he’s a touron. Let him be.” I said to him all annoyed.

“Who said tourons gets to drink from my cooler?” Rafe stopped the tourist from opening the cooler.

“Rafe.” I looked at him like he’s crazy, mouthing to him to stop but he just replied with that smirk.

“Who are you?” the guy fully stood up straight, just a few inches shorter than Rafe.

Rafe was began to chuckle from next to me, he was entertained by the courage this tourist has.

“Rafe Cameron.” he extended his arm that wasn't wrapped around me.

The tourists demeanor changed and extended his hand out to Rafe until Rafe pulled away with a click of his tongue.

“See, I have this thing where I don't like people who don't ask for stuff. And I am the host... so.” Rafe tilted his head and his tongue rubbed against his inner cheek.

“Rafe just let him have a drink.” I tried to pull away from his hold to get a drink from the cooler, but his arm held me in place.

“Yo dude, I don't think she wants to be with you.” the tourist tried to pry his hands off of me, but I quickly backed away from the two.

“See I don't let strangers touch me.” Rafe stepped forward, his chest puffed out and back straightened.

“Just let it go Rafe. C’mon” I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards Topper and Kelce.

“Didn't like him. Guys a dick.” Rafe muttered from behind me as I was still pulling him along. 

“Rafe.” I stopped in my tracks, looking down at the sand. “Rafe, we’re friends. You can't keep scaring guys off.”

“You know you didn't like him.” He scoffed and wiped his nose, shoving my shoulder with his as he walked passed me.

He was right. I didn't like that stupid touron, I felt uncomfortable and bored. Fuck, I hate it when he’s right.

Rafe gets what he wants. He always does, just like when he was little to the present day. If Ward says no, Rafe will find his way to get it. That is just how the Camerons were raised. 

I always made it a lesson to teach Rafe that he can't have me, no matter what he does. He’ll always be that student that challenges the teacher.

Being best friends with Sarah after a few years has given be many experiences of Rafe being flirty. Whenever I am at Tannyhill, he'll say some flirty things but I always tell him that we're just friends. We are and always will be.

Right now I'm at Tannyhill sunbathing with Sarah. A shadow covered the sun and I opened my eyes to see what it was that was ruining my tan.

There he was, towering over me as he was eyeing my body.

"Rafe, can you move? I need this tan." I squinted my eyes at him.

"Let me take you out, then I'll move." that smirk. It always gave me butterflies, I wish it didn't.

Sarah beside me sat up and took a rolled up towel and chucked it at Rafes chest.

"Ugh Rafe, go away!" she groaned, rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses.

"Shut up Sarah, let y/n answer." he tossed the towel back to her. "So what do you say?"

I used my hand as a cover from the sun so I can see him better. He was never bad looking, he just isn't what I want.

"Rafe, my answer is the same as all my other answers." I chuckled a little to make the tension lighter.

"At least go to the party with me tonight." he shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. His cheeks rosy from the sun or me, I can't tell.

"Party?" Sarah shot up again. "Yes, she says yes."

Rafe cocked his eyebrow to me, ignoring his sister and seeing my answer.

"Yeah, I guess." I huffed out.

The smirk on his face turned into a smile.

"We're leaving at 8" he shouted out on his way back into the house.

"He needs to get over this little crush of his." Sarah giggled, closing her eyes and relaxing in the sun before we have to get ready in a couple hours.

"He'll get over it." I giggled with her.

-

"Let's get a move on!" Rafe yelled from the bottom of the steps.

“We’re coming!” Sarah yelled from her room with annoyance.

I grabbed my shoes and ran down the stairs.

“Look at this pretty little thing.” Rafe sized me up.

I was wearing the usual, jean shorts and a tank top.

“Let’s go!” Sarah pushed Rafe’s head and pulled my arm, leading us to the car.

Once we were at the party, Sarah immediately pulled me to the Pogues. I already knew Rafe was going to get mad at her later, but he just stomped his way to Topper and Kelce.

We all got our drinks and from the look of it, Rafe was already nose deep in coke. Every time I looked around the party, there he was with his eyes already looking at mine.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom.” I shouted over the music so that the group can hear me.

They all nodded and went back to their conversations.

I dodged bodies left and right, trying not to get alcohol spilt on me. Once I reached the bathroom, there was a line. Probably because some people are fucking.

“Hey.” Someone grabbed my shoulder.

I quickly turned around to see who it was. Rafe, of course.

“I know where the other bathroom is.” he held out his hand for me to take.

I put my hand in his and he led me through more sweaty bodies. I huffed and we made our way up the stairs, giving disgusted looks to the couples making out on the steps.

He jiggled the door knob of the master bedroom and with a push of his shoulder, the door swung open. I walked in and quickly made my way to the restroom, closing the door of the bathroom. Once cleaning myself up, I opened the door to see Rafe waiting for me on the bed. 

“Thank you.” I sent him a little smile before slowly walking to the door.

“I- Um- Wait.” Rafe quickly stood up. His body blocking me from leaving.

“Yes?” I looked up at him.

His eyelids were heavy, pupils blown, and his teeth chewed at his bottom lip. His hands repeatedly ran through his hair, rubbed at his chin and back of his neck.

“Let me take you out.” he said quietly, his chin dropped as his eyes looked dark.

“Rafe, I-”

“Fine fine. Okay.” His hand rubbed over his eyes. “Just one kiss, please.”

My eyes shot open, the alcohol was no longer in my system.

“Rafe, Sarah is my best friend and y— i’m a poug—”

“O-one kiss and I’m done. No more asking you questions. No more being nice. None of that.” he voice was deep, the way that the bedroom lamp showed off his best features was throwing me off.

I closed my eyes and sighed out. “Just this once.”

I looked at him and his tongue jutted out to coat his lips. That signature smirk was on is face with his cheeks all rosy. He took a step closer to me, my stomach was turning.

His hands cradled both sides of my jaw, his thumbs rubbing at the blush of my cheeks. He brought his lips down to mine. His lips were soft and warm. The taste of alcohol was muted by the taste and smell of weed. 

We both hummed at the electricity of our connection. My mouth opening and welcoming his tongue. My hands found their place in his hair, gripping and soothing it with every move.

His hands trailed down to my waist, pulling me flush against him. He moved us towards the bed, my legs hitting the edge and making my back hit the mattress. Without missing a beat, Rafe was on me again.

“I can make you feel good.” He mumbled into my lips.

My hands found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Fuck.

I sat up and pulled my own shirt over my head, revealing the lacy black bra. If he wasn't coked up, his eyes would probably bulge out of his head from looking so hard.

His mouth began their attack on the tops of my breasts, sucking and marking them with red marks.

“No guy would even come close to you with these.” he moved off my chest to admire his marks.

“Rafe.” I panted out as my hands tried hard to remove his shorts.

He chuckled at my fail attempts. Finally, he got up and pulled down his shorts, along with his boxers.

When I thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. How can someone be this perfect?

“You’re gonna take me until you’re mine. Until my dick is the only thing that can make you cum.” 

I whimpered and closed my legs at his words. I was soaking.

His hands aggressively grabbed my shorts and pulled them down my legs. My black panties that matched my bra caught his eyes.

“Fucking perfect.” his fingers pulled at the waistband of my panties and let go with a snap.

He pulled them off of me and folded them neatly, tucking them into his shorts that were on the floor.

His attention was brought back to me, a whining and in shock mess on the bed. His hand gripped my jaw, making sure my eyes stayed on his.

“After all these years, I’ve been so good for you.” he licked his lips. “I showed you I can treat you good. I can take care of you.”

My eyes were wide. I honestly didn't know how to react, I’ve never had someone confess their feelings to me while I was half naked and in bed with them.

“Fuck!” I jumped at his words. “I- I love you.”

He was laughing to himself.

“I’ve never said those words to anyone.” His fingers dug into my cheeks. “I’m perfect for you.”

He brought his lips down to kiss the indents of his fingers littered across my jaw.

“We’d be the perfect couple. You wouldn’t have to work a single day in your life.” he deeply whispered into my skin as his other hand brought the tip of his cock onto my clit.

Moving it all over the sensitive bud. I hummed a moan every time he nudged my clit. I was soaked, I was dripping down my thighs and onto the random persons sheets.

He slid in with ease, I was tight around him and he gave me the perfect amount of stretch. He groaned into my neck, the vibrations went around my whole body. I still didn't know how to feel about him. He trapped me in this room, but damn he does feel good.

“Fuck Rafe!” I moaned out after trying so hard to not say anything.

He let out a low growl as his hips pistoned in and out of me. 

“I love the way you say my name.” he smothered my neck with kisses and sucked hicks onto my skin.

His dick was reaching all the right places, the room was filled with panting and the sound of skin slapping against each other. 

God, he was addicting. 

“You gonna be mine? huh?” he asked me as he panted.

No answer. I was a moaning mess. My sounds were drowned out by the music playing at the party. 

His hand grabbed my jaw, squeezing my cheeks together. All of his movements stopped, not a single thrust or twitch. He made sure my eyes were leveled with his.

I whined at him, trying to move my hips from under him to get the smallest amount of pleasure back.

He spat on my face, the liquid landing on my lip. His finger dragging over it and spreading it all over my cheek. “You're gonna answer me first, then I’ll decide if we can continue. Okay?”

I nodded my head up and down.

“Now. Are you gonna be mine?” he licked his lips.

I nodded once again, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Words. Are you gonna be my good girl?” his voice was deep. He held eye contact with me.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be yours!” tears started to form at the corners of my eyes. “I’ll be your good girl.”

He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue soothing where my teeth had indented. His hips continued their pounding, my legs spread wider as we both moaned in sync.

“You feel so good around me!” he grunted out.

I was close, I felt the fire all over my body. I could feel Rafe about to let go too, his hips stuttering, his eyelids getting heavier.

“Im gonna cum Rafe!” my nails dug into his shoulder.

“No. We’re gonna cum together.” he groaned out as he was able to fuck into me even faster and harder.

My throat was raw from all the screaming and moaning that he has done to me.

“Fuck baby! Cum!” 

My body shook. My eyes only seeing stars. I was in euphoria as he pulled his cock out and came on my stomach. I moaned at the feeling of the spurts landing on my skin. 

I tossed my head back onto the mattress and my chest heaved, my eyes closed, and my body was sore. I suddenly felt Rafes fingers tracing on my stomach.

I open my eyes and lift myself up to see that he was tracing “RC” onto my skin with his cum.

His eyes were barely open, but he brought his cum covered fingers to my mouth. My tongue savored the warmth and taste of him. I could’ve sworn he got hard just by looking at me with his fingers in my mouth.

“Let me clean you up then I gotta show everyone who’s my girl.” he stood up and walked his naked body to the bathroom to get a warm wet towel.

He was gentle, the most gentle he has ever been. He cleaned me up and helped me get dressed. 

Of course he had a soft spot for me, but never in my life did I think I’d see Rafe Cameron cleaning our cum off of me. I never imagined that I would be marked by him or even let him kiss me.

He didn't just leave me there in the room to wobble my way down the stairs, he helped me walk down the in a way that just looked like I didn't just get railed. He held me tight on the waist and arms, his thumbs rubbing soft circles.

I don't even know how he convinced me to do that. My body and mind was on autopilot. 

Once we reached the party again, he held my hand and pulled me onto his lap at the table with all of his friends.

“You said you were going to the bathroom!” Sarah said from behind me.

All of the Pogues showed their disapproved expressions.

“Sarah, I swear I went to the bathroom!” I told her as best as I could with my raw throat.

“I showed her the bathroom.” Rafe looked back at his sister, white powder on his nose and again his signature smirk.

“Ew, you guys are sick!” Sarah pretended to be disgusted even though I know she probably saw it coming.

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The Less I Know The Better XVIII (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, attempted murder, violence, jealousy,  underage drinking, drug use, unhealthy relationship, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary:  When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

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“What the hell happened to your face?”

JJ paused, reaching up and touching his face, wincing at the sting. He’d almost forgotten about the feel of you digging your nails into him, fighting him off and desperate to get away. So desperate to get away from, and so desperate to run back to Rafe. The thought made him frown, and he roughly exhaled, recalling that John B had asked him a question upon meeting him downstairs.

“Ran into some Kooks with a grudge,” he lied.

Pope frowned at that, reaching out to touch JJ’s face when JJ slapped his hand away.

“…and they decided to scratch you up like a girl? Where are they?”

“They left already,” JJ waved them off, pushing past them. “Let’s just go.”

“We’ve only been here for like an hour,” Pope argued, but following, nonetheless. “You’re the one who wanted to come so bad, anyway.”

JJ clenched his jaw at that, struggling to swallow.

Today hadn’t gone like he’d thought it would, at all. He had just wanted to talk, that was all he’d wanted, and even when it seemed clear you wanted nothing to do with him, right now, he’d been prepared to accept that. Prepared to bide his time, but just as John B. had noted, JJ didn’t think straight when it came to you. He had given you his phone to use, not even giving it a second thought, and everything had come crashing down.

He'd done a shitty thing, an unforgivable thing, and he’d accepted that. He’d made his peace with what he’d done to you, but staring you in the face and watching your expression crumble had affected him more than he’d thought it would. It was like watching a nervous breakdown, and all he’d wanted to do was hold you, but it was his fault. How could he make you feel better when it was his fault?

He couldn’t lie, and he’d been forced to admit his moment of weakness, unable to resist you throwing yourself at him after months of just wanting to be with you so badly. JJ had deserved every slap and every punch, but he’d been shocked at how…angry he’d gotten. Every time you hit him and screamed at him, he’d gotten angrier, and he’d hurdled over the edge when you locked yourself in the bathroom.

Were you so disgusted with the idea of being with him? Sure, you had every right to be mad, but you’d acted like sleeping with him was the worst thing in the world. You were always so quick, so eager to throw yourself at Rafe like some Figure 8 slut, but you recoiled from JJ like he was covered in boils or something. You’d known each other your entire lives, had grown up together and seen parts of each other that no one else had.

Now, it was like none of that counted for anything.

He looked out of the window, sitting with Pope and John B. in Heyward’s truck, a slight frown on his face.

He hadn’t planned to…hurt you again. That wasn’t the plan, and his jaw ticked at how things had gone so far south. He’d just wanted to talk to you, but then you got angry and he got angry, and once he got his hands on you, it was like he was moving on autopilot. Deep down, you had to have known it was him. You’d been so eager so good for him, and he’d only wanted to show you how good it could be with him too…not just Rafe.

You’d accepted it at first, lying there and staring past him with your fingers digging into his skin. You were so tight, practically choking him, and JJ shuddered at the memory of you squeezing his cock. But then it was like a flip switched, and you were crying and pushing against him and trying to get away. He hadn’t expected you to fight back so much, and he resisted the urge to shift in his seat, swearing he could still feel the pain of your knee driving up between his legs.

He'd tried to run after you, but it had been too much.

…and now JJ had a problem on his hands.

There was no doubt you’d be running straight to Rafe. JJ didn’t doubt that for a second, and he didn’t want to think about what Rafe would do. While JJ knew that he deserved whatever he had coming to him, he also wouldn’t accept those consequences being dished out by Rafe of all people. What high horse did Rafe have to stand on? The other blond just looked like he passed Roofie around like candy.

He knew it was only a matter of time, but when days went by with no sign of Rafe, JJ’s suspicions grew. Was it possible that Rafe was just biding his time, waiting for the right moment? It seemed likely, but then weeks had gone by before he knew it, and JJ started to wonder to himself if you’d told him, at all. Was it possible that you hadn’t? And if so…

Why not?

JJ didn’t want to read into that too deeply, but maybe there was some part of you that still cared about JJ. He wondered if there was something in you that still cherish your friendship, and because of that, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Rafe? That thought warmed JJ’s chest, but he also entertained the possibility that Rafe was just biding his time.

“Still nothing?”

Kie’s voice brought JJ out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Sarah shaking her head at the brunette.

It had been weeks since any of them had heard from you, and he didn’t need to be a genius to feel their annoyance at him. They blamed him for your scare presence, and rightfully so, he guessed. It was looking more and more like you wanted nothing to do with any of them, and seeing their somber faces was almost enough to make JJ feel bad. If they only knew the half of it…

“She’s obviously hiding out at your house,” Pope said. “How is it possible that you don’t even run into her?”

“She hasn’t left Rafe’s room in weeks.”

They all, sans JJ, perked up at that, wearing deep frowns.

“Are you sure?”

Sarah nodded, and Pope looked thoughtful.

“Okay,” he dragged the word out. “That’s not normal.”

“JJ fucked up, but this seems like it’s about more than that,” John B. commented, and JJ looked away, sipping on his beer.

“That’s all that happened?” Kie wondered, talking to him, now. “You kissed her and…you and Rafe fought?”

“Yes, I already told you.”

His tone wasn’t the nicest, and Kie picked up on it.

“Excuse me for just wanting to make sure we have all the details on how you ruined our friendship with Y/N,” she snapped.

Their eyes met at that, and JJ rolled his, pushing himself to his feet.

“Besides, some of us have to be concerned…”

JJ slowed to a stop at that, turning to face her as she frowned at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that we’re in this situation because of you, and you don’t seem all that worried,” she threw out, shrugging at him. “For someone that messed this up all by himself, you don’t seem to care nearly as much as you should.”

“Maybe because I know I screwed up. I know exactly what I did wrong and moping about it and trying to force her to talk to me isn’t going to fix it.”

Kie didn’t have a response to that, simply eyeing him. The atmosphere was tense, and when it became clear that no one else was going to say anything, JJ walked outside. Their anger and irritation was valid, but it didn’t suck any less.

Hearing that you hadn’t left Rafe’s room in weeks had him swallowing. He’d done that, and JJ blinked back tears, so angry at everyone and the world and himself. He hated where you two were at, because even when he was angrily listening to you gush about Rafe, he could at least talk to you. Even when he watched you two, he could at least see you, but this… He hated this more than anything, and he only had himself to blame.

JJ wondered if Rafe was comforting you, and he wished it was him instead.

Rafe didn’t deserve you, that much everyone could agree on. Everyone except you, and knowing that you were in a place where you saw JJ as the bad guy while Rafe was the one to lick your wounds had him seething. JJ knew he fucked up, he knew that, but deep down…

You had to have known it was him.

You had.

You’d been too loud, too wanton, too into it. JJ could still remember you begging in his ear. Your legs wrapping around his waist. Your hips moving over his as you fucked yourself onto his cock. You’d been desperate to have him inside of you, a woman possessed as you wildly chased your orgasm. It was like you couldn’t get enough of him, and JJ had to believe that you knew deep down, because otherwise that meant you’d been that unrestrained for Rafe.

And he could barely stomach the thought.

JJ closed his eyes, fingers tangling in hair as he allowed himself to get lost in the feel of your mouth wrapped around him. The party on the beach sounded so far away, the only light this far coming from the moon and what stars were visible. Your tongue laved against his cock, sliding over him and making him shudder.

A shaky breath left him, hands tightening, and he wanted to drive himself towards the back of your throat.

The spell, however, was broken.

“Ow, JJ, what the hell?”

He could feel himself softening some at the sound of a voice that did not belong to you. He angrily exhaled, weakly opening his eyes and looking down as he loosened his grip some. It was some girl he’d hooked up with before, last year or maybe even half a year ago, he couldn’t remember. Your absence was weighing on him more than he wanted to admit, and something in her smile had been familiar.

It had taken nothing at all to pull her into a kiss, forcing himself to pretend it was you as she hummed into his mouth. Her lips had traveled to his ear, voice light and teasing as she suggested they go back to her place, but his frustration had guided him to grab her arm and pull her further down the beach. He’d kissed her for all of ten seconds before his hand met the top of her head, forcing her to her knees.

He didn’t want to see her face, and he didn’t even want to hear her talk. He needed to pretend like it was you, because at this point, he was going crazy, and his impulsiveness had almost driven him to head straight for the Cameron’s and force his way in. God, wouldn’t that be a sight?

After a quick apology, she was working her mouth over him again, and JJ thought about what it would be like to fuck you in front of Rafe. He would pay to see the look on the other blonde’s face, forced to watch as JJ tasted you and held you down and made you come around him again and again. The scenario was the only thing keeping him satisfied, her mouth not doing much to keep him hard, and he imagined you moaning his name, uncaring of your boyfriend’s gaze, only concerned with milking JJ dry.

That was the thought that sent him over the edge, and a low moan escaped his lips as he spilled down her throat. He couldn’t stop his hand from tightening in her hair, lips moving, and when she batted his hand away and hurried to stand, JJ worried that he might’ve unintentionally hurt her again.

…but then she’d slapped him, ruining his post climax haze.

“Y/N?”

JJ licked his lips, confused as he stared at her angry face.

“What?” he breathed, still struggling to calm his heart.

“You called me Y/N,” she told him, an attitude in her tone, and JJ sighed.

“I’m sorry, I-.”

“If you want to fuck Rafe’s girl, that’s your business, but next time, have the decency to leave me out of it when you want to get off on it,” she sneered, harshly bumping into him as she made her way back down the beach.

He couldn’t even focus on her deserved anger, her words making him roll his eyes.

Everyone on this side of the island knew that you and JJ were best friends since birth. You two were practically joined at the hip, so how in the world did your name manage to get associated with Rafe’s now in less than a tenth of that time? It was such a small thing, but it managed to make him so mad.

“We need to talk.”

That was how Kie greeted him when he made it back to everybody else after fixing himself and getting his mind together. JJ eyed her, grabbing a beer and gesturing for her to talk.

“Not here,” she said.

Something about her voice and the look in her eye had JJ frowning, and he started to seriously debate if he even wanted to talk to her. However, Kie being Kie, he knew that she was going to get her way one way or another, and he chose to just get it over with.

She spoke again as soon as they made it near some tree.

“Rafe came by The Wreck yesterday.”

Those words had JJ’s heart sinking, but he kept his expression even, cooly watching her and waiting for her to continue.

“He was angry and wanting to know ‘what the hell did you and Y/N talk about’?”

She used air quotes, and again, JJ kept his face even. Kie was frowning at him, now, and the more she stared at his face, it seemed, the angrier she got.

“See, Rafe was under some impression that weeks ago, Y/N left his house to meet with me. Left him a note and everything…”

“…okay.”

“…and the same night, something happened, and she hasn’t been the same since.”

JJ merely took a sip of his beer, shrugging at Kie.

“Did he say what?”

“No, he wouldn’t tell me, but I’m sure you can see how he partially blames me for whatever happened to her, right? Only…I never texted Y/N about meeting up to talk.”

Both Kie’s gaze and tone were accusatory, but JJ was just relieved Rafe hadn’t told Kie what happened to you. Beyond that, he was also relieved to know that you hadn’t told Rafe it was him who did it. Again, he wondered if there was some part of you that was still hanging onto the piece that cared about JJ. Kie’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“…but…I do know someone who might use me to see her, considering Y/N wants nothing to do with that person, now,” she evenly told him, holding his gaze. “…because if she knew it was that person who really wanted to see her, she wouldn’t go.”

JJ slowly blinked at her.

“…and I know that person just happens to know my password into my phone.”

“If you have something you want to say then just say it,” JJ spat.

“Did you trick her into seeing you?”

“So what if I had? Aren’t you the same one who was riding my ass about making things right?”

Kie pressed her lips together at that, tightening her arms over her chest.

“Well, Rafe is saying something happened to her after she talked to you. If he knew that it was really you who lured her out that night, he wouldn’t hesitate to find you. He already hates you, and you’re just giving him more reasons,” she sighed, running her hand through her hair. “…and why did you pretend you haven’t talked to her?”

“Because she’s made it clear she’s done with me, okay?”

Kie’s face fell at that, gaze sympathetic at the emotion in his voice.

“You messed up, JJ,” she softly told him. “When I thought this was just you being jealous and petty and childish, I was so mad, you know? You were acting like a kid who was losing his favorite toy, and it was ugly to witness.”

JJ’s gaze found the ground.

“…but then you said you were in love with her, and…I don’t know. As much as it sucked to hear, I just felt sorry for you. I feel really sorry for you, but you messed up, and you have to know that you might not be able to come back from this.”

JJ closed his eyes, thinking to himself if Kie only knew.

“I’m glad you tried to fix things, but…you can’t force her to forgive you.”

He swallowed, and he took another sip of beer, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“…and you didn’t see her with anyone else after you talked to her?”

“No,” he said, thinking that it wasn’t exactly a lie.

JJ could think of nothing but that night and how wrong it had all gone. He knew that once Rafe knew, it was over. From the moment you’d started dating the Kook, he’d had this feeling of dread that something would have to give. You were sweet, too sweet, and had foolishly thought there was room for both Rafe and JJ in your life, but both blondes knew otherwise. It was only a matter of time, really, and from the moment Rafe had seen him kissing you, JJ knew that he wanted him permanently out of your life as much as JJ wanted Rafe gone.

When Rafe found out what JJ did, the other guy was going to want to kill him, and JJ accepted that he felt the same. Rafe was your first, something that would always twist JJ up, but JJ fully intended to be your last by whatever means necessary.

They were at The Chateau when everything blew up.

They were sitting around the fire, drinking beers and hanging out, but it still felt so odd without you. JJ had become so accustomed to the feel of your arm brushing against his, your laugh in his ear at something he’d said. All of that was ruined now, and he still struggled with whether to put the blame on Rafe…or himself.

Everything had seemed, calm, too calm, and that was when Pope had brought up the party.

“Honestly, it was pretty lame,” he admitted. “…but then again, we only stayed about an hour because JJ got into it with some Kooks.”

Sarah had scrunched her face up at that, but JJ’s gaze slowly landed on Kie, a slight frown on her face.

“What? How come we’re just hearing about this?” she wondered, concern in her voice.

“I honestly forgot,” John B. commented. “It’s not like we saw it. When we ran into JJ, his face was all scratched up, and he was pretty over it.”

JJ watched Kie’s frown deepen, a thoughtful look on her face, and he felt his heart speed up in his chest. Kie had never mentioned to anyone else that you and JJ had met up at the party, trying to talk things out, and for that, he’d been grateful. Because JJ was sure that the same expression washing over Kie’s features would’ve taken over theirs too.

Her dark eyes met his, a troubled look in them, and he saw disbelief flit over her face just as the sound of speeding tires could be heard.

It drew all of their attention, and they all stood, warily watching a familiar black truck speed into John B.’s yard. JJ felt his jaw clench, and despite the fact that his life as he knew it was about to change, despite the fact that his friends were probably about to look at him like they didn’t even know him, JJ felt oddly…ready. He wasn’t sure why, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that no matter what happened tonight, it was either going to be JJ or Rafe, and JJ wouldn’t rest until Rafe was out of your life for good.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sarah called as Rafe threw the truck in park, hopping out.

Rafe looked like the Rafe they all knew, and nothing like the calm and loving boyfriend that had taken possession of him whenever he was with you. He strode towards them, lip curled over his teeth, and JJ didn’t have the heart to tell Sarah that Rafe wasn’t there for her.

“How’s it going?” he barely acknowledged them, his blue gaze immediately landing back on JJ. “JJ.”

He knew the greeting wasn’t genuine, any doubts long gone when Rafe reached behind his waist and pulled out a gun.

Sarah’s reaction was instant, a scream leaving her just as Kie screamed too. John B., the closest, was the first to go at Rafe, the brunette too close for Rafe to aim at him instead. When he pushed Rafe, the gun became unsteady, and JJ ducked just as the bullet hit John B.’s house instead.

Pope was helping John B. now, but Rafe only had eyes for JJ.

“Rafe, what the hell? Are you crazy?”

Between the two of them, they got the gun, but that didn’t stop Rafe from trying to get his hands on JJ.

“Me? You need to be looking at that snake you call a friend,” he spat, his finger aimed right at JJ.

“What is he talking about? What is happening, right now?” Pope wondered, voice panicked and shaking as he held the gun, now.

“Ask him.”

They all looked at JJ at Rafe’s words, and JJ scoffed.

“You sound crazy-.”

“I’m not leaving here until I know you’re fucking dead,” he hissed, attempting to get at him again, but stopped by Pope and John B. pushing against him. “…but I won’t be satisfied until they see you for exactly what you are. You’re going to tell them!”

“JJ, what is he talking about?” Sarah questioned, looking between them.

John B. and Pope were alternating between looking at him and keeping their eyes and hands on Rafe. Kie, though, Kie was the only one who seemed to have an idea of what Rafe was talking about. She looked at JJ as he glanced at her, and she slowly shook her head.

“What else did you and Y/N talk about at the party?”

At her words, Pope and John B. faltered, blinking and looking at JJ.

“What?” Sarah spoke for them.

“JJ wanted to go to the party so bad because he tricked Y/N into meeting him. She thought she was meeting me,” Kie whispered, tears in her eyes. “John B. said you had scratches all over your face.”

“Yeah,” Rafe breathed, voice cold and eyes blank. “Yeah, Y/N might’ve done that when you raped her…again.”

Time seemed to stand still once Rafe’s words reached the air, and JJ heard Sarah gasp, a soft ‘no’ escaping her. John B. and Pope’s eyes were wide, and in their shock, they had completely let Rafe go, and determined to kill JJ one way or another, the other blond tackled him to the ground. JJ was prepared for it, and his friends became background noise as he brought his fist straight across Rafe’s jaw.

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