#college bangtan au

[alphabetboyluvr]

habits of a clandestine nature | jjk

pairing: collegejk x female oc (angst, smut)

warnings: college!jk, rich!jk, he's a college nepo baby!!!, waitress!oc, flashbacks to summer, (mild) enemies to lovers, oc lives with tae (they're besties), jk is besties with jimin, mentions of parents infidelity, mentions of oc's virginity (lost prior to the story starting), a little angsty, jk is nawt a fuckboi, but he is stewpid, unprotected sex, bathroom escapades, multiple positions, oral (f), mentions of blowjobs, house parties, jackson wang!!!!!!!, yoongi has no lines but is also one of my fave characters lmao

wordcount: 16k

note from holly: this was written as a commission over on ko-fi!! it went through soooo many changes and edits - at one point it was over 24k lmao. i have so much lore and backstory for this couple, but I'll save it for a rainy day!! one of the main prompts was the 2004 classic a cinderella story, and there are little nods to it throughout the story, including the diner name!! a commenter on wattpad said the pairing reminded them of danny and sandy from grease and like... i see it lmao. anywaysss enjoy!! <33

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

It's a well-trained habit, your fleeting glance towards the door of Montgomery's Diner when the bell rings.

Though the clatter of cheap porcelain being stacked on a tray almost manages to drown out the chiming metal, it's never quite enough. Softening your hardened expression, you continue on with your work, careful to not let your contempt show too much.

You already know who it is—or at least, who it could be. Only saw the girl leading the pack, but know that where Claudia goes, the rest of The Untouchables will surely follow.

Gorgeous in a way that money can't buy, and careless in a way that money makes up for, she's never taken personal issue with you. Barely even registers your existence.

From your quick look, you know that it's not just the girls today. It's the guys, too.

All with parents on the college board, they're regarded as campus royalty. Are aptly known as The Untouchables, 'cause the rules that apply to you don't apply to them. They'll likely continue with their lives in a similar manner for years to come, and will pass these attributes off to their offspring, whom they'll name after countries or distant relatives who were once regarded to be regal.

Gathering up the last of the discarded napkins on the table, you take one final, fleeting look just to see if a familiar face is with them.

It's not that you actively want to see him.

You just haven't seen him in the best part of a fortnight, which is odd.

He's been in your section of the Diner near enough every single night of the past three months—but school is starting up again, and he's got appearances to keep.

God-forbid Jeon Jungkook—son of the Admissions Director and heir-apparent to an unholy amount of real estate tied to the university—ever associates with the lowly scholarship kids like you.

The only reason The Untouchables ever come to this Diner is because it's the last remaining place close to the university that hasn't been snapped up and integrated into the campus. You guess it must feel like freedom to them, in a way.

In fact, you know this is the case. Jungkook has told you himself.

Has told you a lot.

Told you far too much.

Such candid honesty from him, shared during the lonely heat of a sweltering summer, is what makes it so jarring when he looks away as soon as his dark eyes meet yours.

Tall, broad, handsome; he's everything the gossip magazines you read during your downtime swoon over, but also everything they warn against. Too pretty for his own good, the resident agony aunt would call him if she were ever to see him. Would assume his ego is far larger than his shoe size; superiority complex embedded into his skin like the ink of his tattoos.

And while you think that perhaps those assumptions could be true, you also know the reality of him; how gentle his hands can be. Helpful, too. Delicate. Ornate, almost, when they fold bills into five petal flowers. Strong, when they grip the back of your neck. Commanding, when they're wrapped around his leather steering wheel.

You shouldn't know the way his car smells. Shouldn't know how he presses the heel of his palm against the wheel when he's reversing, or just how easy it is to clamber into the backseats over the centre console.

But you do, and it rests on your tongue like a dirty little secret desperate to escape: I know you.

You're not sure if you know him better than The Untouchables, but you know him independent of them. Not many people do.

It's rare to find him without Jimin cracking a joke by his side, or Claudia making a slightly mean remark masked as innocent ignorance as she leads him astray.

But summer happened, and so did Jungkook. With his friends away at their holiday homes, and his father's infidelity ripping his family apart at the seams, he'd needed something to stitch himself back together. Let you thread yourself through his very being, and once you'd tied yourself in a pretty little bow around his heart, he'd cut you off.

Is that not what all craftsmen do, though? Discard what no longer serves a purpose?

Memories of him, in all the places you never should have let him in, ravage your thoughts.

The scent of his aftershave lingers on the childhood plushie he used to tease you for having on your bed, but would also automatically hug into his chest every single time he entered your room.

The things he did—and the things he didn't do—corrupt your dreams and leave you restless when you wake.

The smudged mascara under your eyes hides the bags from your lack of sleep, and your only respite is that the little puffs beneath his eyes are extra prominent today. He's tried, too.

For a minute, you feel vindicated.

It doesn't last.

For the past few months, if he's been sleeping badly, you've known about it. Kept him company in this very Diner, or in the basement of a party house he was dumb enough to take you to, forgetting he'd have to return there after summer finished, too.

The walls might not talk, but Jackson Wang certainly does. Jungkook knows it's only a matter of time until his dirty little secrets—no matter how pure they actually are—become the talk of the town.

He always slept well in your bedroom, though.

Funny, that.

He's dressed simply, today: white t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black boots on his feet. It's still warm out, even if the sun does begin to set a little earlier than it had been during the hotter months. He's got no need for a jacket, and you despise how undeniably gorgeous his arms are in the dewy humidity. Tattoos trailing up and down his skin, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a man of complexities.

Turns out he's just like every other good-for-nothing fuck boy who wasn't worth your time.

The Untouchables sit towards the front of the Diner. Your section is at the back, and there's no way in hell you're deviating from your set section. Not today. Not when he's with them.

"I thought we were free," your colleague, Maria, grumbles as you bring your tray to the counter.

Like you, she's a scholarship kid. Is the one who got you the job at the Diner after you both moved into the shared house you live in off-campus. Three of you live there—you, Maria, and Taehyung—and you all share the same disdain for The Untouchables.

"It never ends," you tease in reply. Glance over your shoulder, back at the table.

They're laughing and joking about something you can't quite decipher. All of them, except Jungkook.

There's a sternness to him. One of which you'd forgotten about. With one hand on the table, the other in his lap, his thumb fidgets over his tense knuckles. Sunglasses rest on the crown of his head, pushed up into his hair to hold it back off his face. Staring at nothing much, he's chewing up his bottom lip until he feels the familiar burn of your eyes on him. Looks your way.

It's curious, how looking at you halts his body from its self-soothing actions. He no longer nibbles on his lip. His tightly balled first eases.

"What do you think, Kookie?" Claudia drawls, drawing his attention back to the group. "You coming tonight?"

"Hm?" He questions, eyes pulling away from you. He begins to rub his thumb over his knuckles again. "Sorry, was just looking at the menu board. What are we talking about?"

"Party at the Conservatory," Jimin says from across the table. Though he's the one sitting beside Claudia, everyone knows Jungkook is the one that she's really interested in. Has been since their first day of college. "First of the semester. It's one of their birthdays. Reckon it'll be a big one."

On campus, but close enough to the boundaries that it's never infringed upon by security or university officials, the Conservatory isn't what it seems. A boarding house for the creme-de-la-creme of the Botany and Conservation PhD students, it's surrounded by land. Has rows upon rows of greenhouses for their projects.

Of the few times you've been there, you've always thought it was like a maze. The perfect place to get lost. The perfect place to get found, too.

Unfortunately for the PhD students, the house custodian took on the role for one thing and one thing only: to throw the biggest ragers on campus. Knows fuck all about growing anything that isn't illegal. Only managed to get the role, 'cause like the rest of The Untouchables, his dad works high up in the college. He's a few years older than them. Belongs to a different generation of campus royalty, but is keen on making sure his legacy remains.

After all, there ain't no party like a Jackson Wang party.

Namjoon—one of the Botanists and the birthday boy himself—has started padlocking the greenhouses.

Another one of them—Yoongi—minored in mechanical engineering. Has a coin-operated lock on his bathroom door. Makes enough money from a single Jackson Wang party to sustain himself for an entire month.

Hoseok and Jin, the remaining two, are just as messy as Jackson. Have only started PhDs because they don't know what else to do and don't want their youth to abruptly end. Live for the parties; survive for the studying.

"Now, who's told you that?" Jungkook smiles, as if the prospect of showing up at the Conservatory doesn't make him feel a little bit sick. "Jackson?"

"Obviously."

"Well, of course he's gonna tell you it'll be big," Jungkook laughs. "Wants to rope as many of you fuckers in as he can."

"And it works every time," Jimin smirks back. "If everyone thinks it'll be a rager, everyone will want to go. He's a marketing genius, if you ask me."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. Is fond in how he interacts with his friends. Has grown up with most of them. Whether or not they're everyones cup of tea is debatable, but they're his people.

And yet he finds himself glancing back over to the counter. You're not there anymore. Are out back, he assumes. Knows the layout, now. Where the walk-in freezer is. The little nook that you sit in during your break. He doubts any of his friends have ever been in a commercial kitchen, let alone one at a place like this.

While yes, his friends have only ever been good to him, he knows that it isn't the case for everyone they interact with. Is well aware that his friends would be confused beyond belief if they ever found out he knows how to click through the Diner's cash register and find the discount section. Would be even more perplexed if they were to see his initials hidden in one of the codes.

But summer was lonely.

Or at least it was.

Lonely, until it wasn't. Isolating, until he sought solace in someone he can't even bring himself to speak to in front of his friends.

Casting his eyes back down to the table, well aware that he's got no reason to feel as cut up as he does, he fakes a laugh. Looks up again at his friends with a grin so sincere that they'd never guess the way it feels like his heart is in his throat. "Alright. You're on. What time?"

The conversation dissolves into plans—what to wear, what drink to take.

After a summer apart, Jungkook thought it would be nice to be with his friends again. Thought he'd be excited; that he'd welcome them all back with open arms. Ask them about their summers, and lament his time spent here.

When Jimin asks him why he didn't go to the Italian villa his parents normally insist they spend the summer at, Jungkook shrugs.

"Dad has some stuff to sort out, so it was better to stay here," he says, minimising the reality of what really happened. Even you don't know for certain. All you know is that his father did something incredibly immoral, to the point where Jungkook can't even stand to look at him.

Is why he spent all those nights in the diner.

Was confusing at first. He was always angry. Always frowning. Always ordering black coffees and nothing else, huddled up in the corner booth, away from the world.

But with summer comes monsoons, and with monsoons come terrible conditions for walking home.

He expected you to say no when he offered you a ride. You expected to say no, too—but then a please and thank you had escaped your lips.

A routine grew. Habits formed.

Curious little thing, habits are. 21 days. That's all the time they take to develop.

Jungkook spent 63 days of summer with you in varying capacities. Enough time to learn a habit three times over.

The one that haunts him most is how it felt to have your hand beneath his on his gear stick. Finds the absence of you when he drives unbearable. Knows he's got no one to blame but himself; not just for creating distance, but also for minimising it in the first place.

He's the one who offered you a lift. He's the one who messaged you on your days off to see if you fancied going for a drive. He's the one who didn't turn the AC on just to get you shaking your jacket off your shoulders.

And he's the one that drove you out to the coast one evening for no other reason than wanting to hear the waves. He's the one who opened up to you about his family. He's the one that made things more than what they were.

Had walked along the shore with you, too scared to hold your hand beneath the lunar light. Opted for playful banter instead, nudging you into the lapping waves.

But the waves got bigger, and Jungkook's unbridled desire to have you close did just the same. Like always, he took things too far. Drenched in sea water, you'd laughed with him for the entire ride home.

Invited him in. Said, "The salt will ruin your clothes. We should wash them."

"Hand wash only," he'd said, pinging his damp t-shirt against his chest. It stuck to him in such a way you learned all of his edges before you ever saw him naked—not like there was much time between these two instances. Ended up in your shower with him, clothes beneath your feet, the excuse of hand washing disregarded the second he had you naked.

You learned three things about Jungkook in that shower.

The first is that he giggles. Lips on yours, hands clutching your jaw, whenever the water was a little too intrusive, he'd separate with a laugh. Would kiss you again, a smile still on his face. Would pretend as if he wasn't giggling.

But he was, and it was lovely.

The second was that he's the type to lean his head forward, not tip it back. With his hands pressed to the shower tiles behind you as your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, he let his head dip to his chest. Gave him ample opportunity to press kisses to the top of your head—or at least it did until you got to your knees and started taking his hard cock in your mouth.

"Shit," he had husked. Whined. Praised. "Fuck. You're so fuckin' good at that."

It was around then that you became aware he was a head pusher, too.

Almost as if he was saving the best until last, the third thing you learned was how he likes to cum; in your sheets, cock buried in your pussy, your hands clasped above your head. Missionary, 'cause he likes to kiss you through it. In your bed, 'cause he likes losing himself in everything you are. Prefers finishing inside you, but you refuse to fuck him without a condom so he never gets exactly what he wants. It's close enough, though.

Spent weeks—months—laying unfair claim to your body, and now he can't bring himself to look in your direction. It infuriates you.

But more than anything else, it embarrasses you.

Even your reflection laughs at you. Cackles 'told you so' every time you look in the mirror.

You always wondered why you never heard much about Jungkook's hook ups around campus. Everyone knows about Jimin and how his cock has been perpetually wet since the first day of freshers week, but there's always been a secrecy when it comes to Jungkook.

It's something you've teased him about; in your sheets, bodies clammy, his heart beating so fast in his chest you'd been forgiven for thinking he'd just run a marathon.

"When do I have to sign it?" You had giggled.

"Sign what?" He'd husked, voice all wispy and fucked out.

"The NDA," you'd replied as if it was obvious. "It's been, like, what? A month? Surely it's about time you made sure I kept my mouth shut like all your other girls do?"

On your front, your arms were folded over his chest, and he was gently rearranging the pretty little updo he'd made a mess of. Though he was looking at his hands as he replied, you kept your eyes on his. Studied his sincerity.

"Reason you don't hear about other girls is 'cause there aren't any."

A smile twitched at the corner of your lips, but you didn't let it shine for him.

"Sure."

There was a small jerk to his torso as a breathy smirk formed on his face.

"You think I can't be trusted?"

"I think it's foolish to trust any man."

His deep, dark eyes sank down to focus on yours. Offered you all the sincerity you'd be searching for, and more.

"That's all I am, huh?" He'd challenged you. "Just another one of your men?"

"One of the many," you'd teased just to rile him up a little.

"Ah," he'd played along. "So that's why I always have to wear a condom?"

With a saccharine smirk on your lips, you'd gotten back in position, legs straddled over his hips. Had kissed him. Whispered, "No. That's just because I know it annoys you."

"You annoy me all the time," he'd mumbled into your lips, hands gripping your waist to get you grinding against his still sensitive cock. Barely fifteen minutes since he'd last finished, there was no way he was ready to go again.

"Hm?" You'd hummed against his kisses, then began to work your way down his neck in a way that always got him a little moany. "If I'm so annoying, why are you getting hard again, baby?"

"You can be annoying and hot," he told you as he desperately tried to not let his insatiable need for you show.

"Is that how you like your girls?" You'd ribbed once more, just to piss him off a little. It was never serious. Never something you would actually fret over.

Perhaps you should have done, but then he told you with a little too much candour, "No. It's how I like my girl. Singular."

Loose lips sink ships, and Jungkook was one iceberg away from greeting the ocean floor. Closing his lips back down on yours, he was making sure you were just as insatiable for him as he was for you. He didn't cum again that evening, even if you did more times than you cared to count.

A greedy lover, is Jeon Jungkook. Edacious.

And so you understand, now, why the girls he gets entangled with stay silent; how the hoaxes he plays leave them utterly hysterical. They're subject to silence, because who would possibly believe all those sweet little lies he tells? How mad would they be considered if they tried to convince anyone he has a heart?

His brazen lack of humanity is proven when he comes to pay for the table. Any of them could have done it. Yet he elects to stand in front of your till and wait for you to serve him.

Have you not served him enough?

You refuse to utter a single word in his direction. Don't look at him, don't give him any satisfaction. He can read it for himself, he can pay, and he can fuck off.

"Keep the change," he mumbles tossing down the bills—but like fuck are you gonna keep anything he gives you.

He begins to walk away, a little shrunken in his stature.

"Excuse me, sir."

Stopping dead in his tracks, Jungkook is perplexed to hear you address him so coldly.

"Your change," you say, holding a closed hand out for him to hold his own hand beneath. He doesn't want to cause a scene. Obliges. Is surprised when notes, not coins, fall into his palm.

More specifically, notes folded into the shape of flowers. His handiwork, he's certain. Was something he used to do in the early hours of your late night diner shifts. If he said something a little mean, or bickered with you a little too hard, he'd fold his notes up like posies and give them to you as a remedy.

Never used those notes to buy you real flowers, mind you.

Back when things were still easy, you pulled him up on it. Told him that you'd be far easier to seduce with a little wooing. He'd told you that you were easy to seduce regardless.

You didn't speak to him for the rest of your shift.

Ended it with fourteen folded bills in the shape of a bouquet, and when the backseat windows of his car had a thick veil of condensation coating them that same evening, he'd drawn you flowers on them.

"No point in flowers," he'd told you. "They just wither up and die."

Which is funny, 'cause it kinda looks like Jungkook is doing that very same thing right in this moment. He goes to speak, but nothing comes out.

Disappointing, you think, then realise of course he is. Has done nothing but disappoint you.

You smile. Jungkook looks like he wants to cry. Good.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

21 repetitions. That's how many times it takes to form a habit. You know this.

You also know that 90 days of this repetition will form a habit to last a lifetime.

As you hook up your apron, and free your hair of the ribbon that had been tightly wrapped around your ponytail, you know these are 'lifetime' habits. Apron, then ponytail. Always.

But when you say goodbye to Maria, and ask if she'll be at home this evening, you find yourself leaning into a recently formed habit. It's not anything particularly noteworthy. Not something anyone would notice.

Well, not anyone who matters. You don't think Jungkook counts as someone who matters, anymore.

But he'd noticed; how you'd started glancing across to his parking spot whenever you clocked out. Had teased you for it. Asked you if it was the highlight of your day, seeing him there, as if it wasn't the highlight of his.

You should have known the playful banter when he told you not to get used to it wasn't really banter at all.

Yet here you are, glancing across to his parking spot only to see it empty.

It's not even like it's his spot. Whenever he's with his friends, they walk. Live right on campus, so don't need to drive, and if they do, they'll park right by the doors.

In the height of summer, when the lot was empty and Jungkook wasn't driving for his sake but for yours, he liked to park in the far corner. Said dumb shit about not wanting any weirdos scratching it. Whined and moaned whenever someone performed the very human act of parking next to the only other car in an empty parking lot.

"So many spaces!" He'd blather on. Would speak with his hands. Get deliberately more animated, 'cause it always made you laugh. "And they choose here?!"

The memories make you smile, until the yellow headlights of another car flood into the parking lot. They reveal what's right in front of you; a crowd of cars and not a single one of them you care for.

It's not like you cared for Jungkook, either. Was just something to pass the time when the streets were quiet and his head was loud. 

In turn, you gave him quiet, and he made your summer feel loud.

But the leaves are turning brown and the water in the roadside puddles is becoming stale. The seasons have changed and so has the nature of your interactions. It's fine. You don't care. Really. Couldn't think of anyone you'd want to hang around less. Would rather die than associate with The Untouchables.

You never needed a lift, not really. Especially not when it always took you an hour to get home 'cause Jungkook just wanted to keep on driving.

Grumbling to yourself just to try and divert your mind from thoughts of him, your heart almost skips a beat when your phone vibrates in your pocket. For a second, you wonder if it could be him.

Where you at? It could read. I'm here.

Or maybe, I miss you.

I can't sleep without you.

This is so stupid. Can I come over?

It won't say of those things and you damn well know it.

Your text thread is dormant. The last message is from you, two weeks prior.

You: you not coming in tonight?

You: you'll be pleased to know my fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into a carriage to make sure i got home safe x

You: ... at least let me know if ur alive?

Rolling your eyes at how mortifying your desperation feels, the scowl that settles into your expression is comical. It's like you're fighting with the wind that's threading itself through your hair.

Pulling your phone out, the scowl only intensifies.

Jackass Wang: party tonight

You: so????

One thing about Jackson is that he's not gonna leave anyone on read, especially when he's trying to drum up attendees for his parties.

Jackass Wang: so i haven't seen you around for a while, montgomery

"Fuckin' Montgomery," you mutter at the nickname.

It's the one that all of Jungkook's friends seem to refer to you as, as if you don't have a personality outside of your job.

Still, at least Jackson is a little bit inventive with it. Calls you Monts. Monty, Monstera Plant, Monte Carlo, and god knows what else. If it starts with 'Mon,' he's found a way to end it with a cheeky smirk and smug anticipatory look in your direction, as he awaits your reaction.

You: i like it better when i don't see you x

Jackass Wang: you know that isn't true. loverboy will be there. come with him. or don't. i don't care. you can bring your little friends with you.

You: they'd rather die :) x

Jackass Wang: y'know, you're replying an awful lot for a girl who's not interested ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You: you just can't take no for an answer

Jackass Wang: yes i can - but you haven't said no yet. c'mon. loverboy has been moping around all week. i can't be arsed with his mardy ass energy all evening.

You: so don't invite him???? i don't see why it's my problem?????

The fact that you don't need clarification of who Jackson means is proof enough that perhaps Jackson's onto something.

Jackass Wang: conservatory any time after 9. be there or be square montgomery. or don't be. i'm sure loverboy can get his dick wet without you, but it's easier for everyone if he doesn't.

You: charming x

Jackass Wang: it's why the ladies love me.

You: all of them except this one, apparently. have a nice party. stay away from the drugs.

Jackass Wang: can't be tamed, monte carlo. nor can loverboy. come keep him company.

The block button towards the top of your message thread looks incredibly tempting. Just a single click and you'll never have to deal with Jackson Wang and his dumb parties ever again.

Part of you can't believe you've ever been associated with them, as it is.

Summer defied the conventions of the life you've built for yourself. You weren't the person you thought you were.

Kicking off your shoes when you arrive home, the door slams shut behind you. A gentle voice calls through to check if it's you.

"Maria's still working," you say as you walk into the kitchen, tossing your bag down on the floor and your phone on the counter.

Taehyung, your best friend since your first week at college, is cooking himself dinner, but offers you a spoon of the tomato sauce he's making. Humming as you taste it, you're amazed by how he manages to make even the simplest thing delicious.

"S'good. What is that? Cumin?"

Nodding, he smiles. "A little paprika, too. You want some?"

His hair is dishevelled, blonde and sunkissed from the sweltering summer skies. He always looks great with a tan; radiant and full of youth.

Shaking your head, you really don't have an appetite. "Think I'm gonna have an early night."

He's about to reply when your phone buzzes. Both of you glance down. Your skin feels red hot, and when Taehyung almost chokes on the spoonful of sauce he's just tried, he's all sorts of confused.

"Why the fuck is Jackson Wang messaging you?"

"Hmm?" You hum as if you have no idea what he's talking about. Realise from the look on his face that he doesn't buy it for a second. "Oh! That Jackson Wang. Think he sent a text to his entire contact list. Something about a party."

"No," Taehyung asserts. "Absolutely not. You cannot bullshit out of this one."

"It's not bullshit," you whine as you pretend to look in the fridge for something to drink. Settle on a beer left by one of Taehyung's friends at a party held last semester. It wasn't quite a Jackson Wang level party, but nothing ever is. "He's just trying to drum up numbers for his stupid party tonight."

Taehyung is many things, but stupid he is not. Though he's blonde (thanks to a bottle of bleach and a few too many jack and cokes), he bends all the stereotypes. His tuition is covered by a scholarship for academic excellence.

"Don't give me that bull."

"It's not bull!"

"So you're telling me, out of everyone at our college, the Jackson Wang is texting you to make up numbers for his party?"

"Yes!" you exclaim, partially a little offended at it being such an unfathomable idea. "And he said you can come too, so maybe you're the one he's really after!"

His expression is flat. You are paper thin.

He's known you long enough to know when you're giving him half-truths.

He also knows you spent the summer alone in this house, and that there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom next to yours.

"You're hooking up with him, aren't you?"

"No!"

Out of everyone to be accused of sleeping with, Jackson Wang is, like, the worst of the worst. He's handsome, sure, but he's also slept with pretty much every girl on campus. Is a teenage boy in a grown adult's body. You'd rather not fornicate with a guy who still finds 'your mum' jokes funny.

Taehyung gasps at your immediate denial. "You are!"

"I'm not!"

"All that talk about saving it for someone special, and you mean to tell me you went and lost it to Jackson fuckin' Wang?!"

Everything about this conversation is making you want to punch yourself in the face. The topic of sex, and just why you've never gotten around to it, has dominated many conversations around this dining table. If you have to discuss it again, you might move out.

"Oh my God," you whine, throwing your head back. "We are not having this conversation."

"Yes, we are."

"No, we're not, because I didn't lose my virginity to Jackson Wang!" You stress. The more you think about it, the more offended you are.

"To Jackson Wang," Taehyung echoes, as he begins to join invisible dots. "But you did lose it to someone."

"No," you insist, but Taehyung refuses to buy it. Knows you too damn well.

He always thought he'd know when you lost it. That it'd be a boy you'd been dating. Committed to. Someone good. Someone worthy. Not someone you keep in the shadows.

"There's something you're not telling me," he frowns. "What the fuck happened this summer?"

With a sigh so deep it's a miracle you're still breathing, you relent. Never signed one of those NDA's you're convinced Jungkook must hand out like candy, as if he's some sort of celebrity and not just some college reprobate.

"Jungkook," you feebly admit. Take a sip on your beer. Don't look at Taheyung, 'cause you're afraid to see his reaction. "Wasn't Jackson. Was Jungkook."

You tell Taehyung everything. How Jungkook never knew you were a virgin. How he still doesn't. How you blame yourself for your hurt, but him for not getting you any band aids to help deal with it; for not kissing you better when he was the one to cause you such hurt in the first place.

As you recite you memories, you play a game against yourself: take a sip every time you want to cry.

By the time you've told Taehyung the nitty-gritty truth, the bottle of wine that had been in the fridge is finished, as well as your beer.

"I can't believe this," Taehyung says for what feels like the billionth time.

There's a certain shame that comes with Taehyung's confusion.

Embarrassment, like the way Jungkook would cringe at himself whenever he stumbled on his words, or the way you'd covered your reddening cheeks with your hands when he teased you for looking at him in the way you did.

Remorse of time wasted before him, and time wasted with him.

Regret of the things you did and the things he didn't.

It's all very confusing. Exhausting. If you were to really think about it, you'd spend a week in bed with a box of tissues. Would ask Taehyung why he didn't warn you that a heart could feel this horrid.

But he did, and you damn well know it.

Shrugging, you reach for the bottle and split the final few glugs between your glasses.

"We were just bored," you play it off. "Had nothing better to do. No one better to do."

But Taehyung shakes his head. "You don't have to do that, yanno. Pretend like it didn't matter. It's okay that it did. Even if he is a prick, and even if he's no better than the rest of them. It's okay that it hurts."

You're silent when he says this.

Despite your teasing, you never really thought Jungkook was much of a player.

But his friends are back now, and you've been relegated to the sidelines. Doesn't matter if he spent weeks—months—playing in no field but yours. Greener pastures have presumably sprouted. Your turf is wrecked from his carelessness, and he's left you to heal yourself while he goes and wrecks another.

Whoever he was pretending to be in the summer isn't who he is now that his friends are back—but when they're laughing and joking in the basement of the Conservatory that evening, Jungkook knows which version of himself he prefers.

"You need to get laid," Jimin tells Jungkook with a laugh. "Never seen a man look so bloody miserable at a party."

Of all the things Jungkook needs, getting laid is not one of them. In fact, he thinks it would be a very sensible idea if he never got laid again. Sex is messy. People get all emotional over it.

Or more so, he gets all emotional over it.

Had never been the type to, before. Always thought it was something that just happened to other people. Not to him.

He pushes the thoughts aside. Feels a little sick. Shrugs off Jimin's remark.

"If I wanted to get laid, I would get laid."

"So why don't you? Will do us all a favour. Claudia's been—"

"I couldn't give a fuck," Jungkook interrupts Jimin. "I'm not interested."

He never has been. Wants nothing to do with this university, and the men that run it, and so would never date one of their daughters.

They're all corrupt. Every last one of them. All cheat on their wives. All throw their families under the bus for their own selfish exploits. His own father's affair has proven this to him.

Jungkook pities his friends. Just because their parents haven't fucked up yet, doesn't mean they won't.

"Oi, Loverboy," Jackson calls from across the room, breaking the tension only to replace it with a headache for Jungkook. "Where's your little girlfriend? I told her to come."

"Who?" Jimin chirps.

Jungkook grates his jaw. Is deadly serious when he says, "Leave it, Jackson."

"Trouble in paradise for our lovebirds, huh?"

"I said leave it."

"Who the fuck is he talking about?" Jimin continues to ask, incredibly curious about this turn of events. Leave town for a couple of months, he thinks, and everything changes.

"No one."

"That one from the diner," Jackson just continues fuckin' talking. Jungkook wants to scream. "The one with a stick up her ass—"

"Jackson, cut it out," Jungkook snaps. "She's no one. Just fuckin' leave it."

"You ashamed, huh, Loverboy?" Jackson berates him a little bit. He isn't trying to be a dick, but he thinks Jungkook is acting like a tool. Jackson is no saint, but at least he doesn't ever pretend to be something he's not. "Poor girl. Wear her like your favourite pair of shoes all summer and then throw her to the trash when your friends come back? I thought better of you. So did she, probably. Shame."

Of all the people Jungkook ever expected to receive lessons in morality from, Jackson Wang was not the one. He parades himself around the Conservatory like Hugh Hefner reincarnated, his class attributed to money and not behaviours.

"The fuck have you been doing this summer, Kook?" Jimin laughs, utterly dumbfounded by his reactions.

They've all had their fair share of less than conventional lovers. If Jungkook has been fucking around with a girl from the Diner, then so what? Who cares?

"Nothing," Jungkook snaps.

It's not that he's ashamed. 

It's that you're separate.

When he's with you, all of this—the bullshit of college life and calamity of his family falling apart—dissolves into nothingness. He doesn't have to think. Finds himself at ease.

If you were to ever become a part of his life—his real one, not the one he got so used to living in with you over the summer—then it'd all change.

He doesn't want that.

He wants you to be a safe haven.

A refuge point can't be in the midst of a fire, though. He has to keep you away. At arms length.

But god damn, he wishes you would come and put out his fire. He's struggling. Finds existing without you so fucking hard. Doesn't know at which point he became so dependent, but knows his oxygen is running low.

He's suffocating. Isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up.

"Yeah, sure seems like nothing," Jimin smirks with a shake of his head as Jungkook storms off to get some much needed air. "Oi, Jackson, what was that all about?"

With a shrug, and yet another girl on his arm, Jackson grins. Puts on a pathetic little voice to mimic Jungkook's tantrum. "Fink baby boy has a wittle cwush."

"Girl from the diner?" Jimin implores, still smirking at Jackson's dumb humour. "Which one?"

"You really have to ask?"

For all of his mystery, Jungkook has never been a man of subtleties. His eyes give him away.

They always have done.

When he was looking at the menu board earlier that day? It was obvious.

Before college broke up for summer, and how Jungkook would always cast his eyes down to his hands whenever you, specifically, came to take their order? It was obvious.

How Jungkook would always make sure he was on the side of the booth that gave him ample opportunity to steal glances of you? It was so fucking obvious.

Sometimes he'd laugh at the slightly sarcastic remarks you gave Claudia whenever she would ask irritating questions about the menu.

When they were deciding where to eat, Jungkook would suggest the Montgomery's Diner, always.

So, no, Jimin doesn't really have to ask.

"Stupid prick," he sighs, sipping on his beer. Loves Jungkook to absolute death, but will never understand him. Figures that maybe you do. Worries that Jungkook is about to wreck it all. He calls after Jackson, "She here tonight?"

"Invited her," he calls back. "But she's got an attitude problem to rival his. Fuck knows if she's around. You'll feel her ice before you see her."

Which is funny, because the lingering summer heat sticks to your skin as you nervously meander up a driveway you know all too well.

The Conservatory is decidedly not a conservatory.

It's a complex. A maze of buildings, and greenhouses, and fuck knows what else. You've no interest in gardening, but if excelling at it meant living somewhere like this, maybe you'd consider taking it up as a hobby.

The buildings are mostly redbrick, with large windows, and even larger doors. It's the kind of place you'd imagine a Duke of some far away land prancing about in. Playing croquet, or secretly courting a lowly village girl that his parents will never approve of.

The irony isn't lost on you.

"Wait, how do I look?" Taehyung asks for what feels like the hundredth time. "Not too dressy?"

"You're wearing a waistcoat," you reply, face twisted in affectionate condemnation. He looks great, but he also does look far too dressy. It's his 'look', though, and one that'll get him attention, both good and bad.

If Kim Taehyung walked around with the arrogance his handsome face warranted him with, he'd be the heartthrob of the campus. You think even Claudia would want a slice of him—and given his distaste for the elite yet pining desire to be on their level, it'd be quite the complex pairing.

All of the other men here are in t-shirts, but Taehyung has never been like other men. It's part of the reason you like him so much.

One thing, however, you don't like about Taehyung is his domineering need to 'fix' things. It comes from a place of love, and he only ever does it because he cares, but it's not always in your best interest.

When he told you to go and get changed out of your work uniform, you thought he was planning on taking you to a bar. That you'd be drowning your sorrows over wine you can't afford.

You would never agree to go to the Conservatory. Not now.

Which is why he didn't tell you of his plan.

Instead, he ordered a cab and didn't give you the chance to protest. You were already halfway there by the time you realised.

"Why don't we just go home?" You whine, tugging on his arm as you stand by the gate that leads through the gardens—the same ones you used to traipse around in with Jungkook. "We don't need to be here."

"Uh-uh," he shakes his head, firmly standing his ground. "I've avoided this place for two years, and the second my back is turned it becomes your new home. The least you could do is invite me round for dinner."

"It's not my new home—"

"MONTGOMERY!"

The voice of Jackson Wang yelling across the front lawn makes you want to shrivel up and die. Sink down into the ground. You'd make great compost for the botanists.

"Y'know, you and Loverboy really need to stop lying so much," he says with an incredibly intoxicated grin as he lumbers towards you. You'll never admit it, but part of you is pleased to see him. "First you saying you weren't coming, then him telling everyone nothing happened between you. Both as bad as one another."

Nothing happened between you.

It doesn't surprise you, but it does sting. And it also confuses you. Why on earth would you be a topic of conversation? The people here know you as Montgomery. The girl from the diner. You're nothing but a background character to them.

"What did he say?" You ask, disregarding everything else, not even bothering to introduce Taehyung. He's finding all of this incredibly bewildering.

"Oh, Jimin was grilling him," Jackson waves his hands around, disregarding it. "Kept saying you were no one. Refused to admit that he'd practically tied his laces with yours for the whole summer. Don't you worry, though, Monte Carlo. I had your back. Set the record straight."

Jackson Wang having your back isn't something you ever expected to happen.

Jeon Jungkook's absolute denial of your clandestine affaire de cœur is, disappointingly, something you expected.

It doesn't mean that it comes without hurt. If anything, it's far more visceral, for you only have yourself to blame. These wounds are self-inflicted, even if they're carved with a knife Jungkook crafted out of silly affirmations he never should have made.

"Where is he?" You ask, cold in your tone.

Jackson shrugs. "Try the basement. S'where I last saw him."

As Jackson saunters off to find another poor partygoer to mildly offend, you're left with a bad taste in your mouth. You've been irritated since you saw Jungkook earlier that day.

How he can just show up at the diner and act like he doesn't even know you, let alone knows what it's like to wake up next to you, is beyond insulting.

"C'mon," Taehyung urges you along. "I need a drink, and you could use three."

Conversely, you think you need an entire bottle.

A bottle of what, you don't care. Just something strong. Anything other than the shitty, overpriced whisky Jungkook always insisted on drinking.

"Fine. But we're not going to the basement."

It's perplexing to walk the halls of the Conservatory without Jungkook; to pass by strangers who have no idea who you are, but who know and admire him as if he's some sort of Hollywood celebrity.

They don't know him like you do. Don't know what it feels like to have his hand around their throat, or his fingers gently intertwined with theirs. They've never heard him laugh like you have.

And yet when you're a few drinks deep, and on the verge of calling a cab to go home, you hear that laugh again and wonder how he can bear to be happy right now.

Glancing up, his face is unreadable. The lights are dim, and the shadows obscure the painful furrowing of his brows. He looks just the same as he did back in the diner earlier that day. Perplexed. In pain. Somehow perfectly fine, too.

The group he's in is small. Some of them you know, some of them you don't.

Claudia sits across from him on the lap of some other guy, yet she doesn't take her eyes off Jungkook. She laughs a little harder at his jokes. Directs questions to him. Flirts with other people in front of him to no avail. 

Not even now, after summer when her skin is sunkissed and her radiance is rejuvenated, can she keep his attention.

In fact, none of them can once he spots you from across the room. The big lights are off, fairy lights strung up, and a sunset lamp pours a clementine hue over you.

Summer becomes you, he thinks—adores—from afar.

The year is a body, and you're eternally condemned to its heart. That's where he'll keep you. Where you belong.

Had it been spring—the brain of the year—when he'd been hauled up in that diner, he never would have let things get as far as they did.

Had it been winter—the cunt of the year, for lack of a better term—he would have let it get that far, and he wouldn't have felt bad about it, either.

But Autumn is drawing close. The gut. The time to trust his intuition, and he damn well knows it.

A hand wraps itself around your wrist, dragging you away from his car crash eyes. Jungkook slips into the dull shadows of the room, right where he belongs. Was foolish of you to ever think otherwise.

"Do you mind?" you snap, but let yourself be dragged away regardless. Part of you hopes it'll make Jungkook do something. You're not sure what. Just something.

The man who is leading you astray is familiar. Recognisable. Park Jimin.

Though he's not aggressive, he definitely isn't gentle as he leads you out to the gardens. Lets go of your wrist by an overgrown shrub just beyond the benches that are made for drunken DMC's. He isn't after one of them. Wants the facts.

"Cut the bullshit," he says.

"No hello?" You chirp. "Nice to see you? Or better yet, an introduction?"

"You know who I am," Jimin tells you, expression flat. You hate that the arrogant fucker is right. "But I know fuck all about you, and apparently you're the reason Jungkook is walking around like death warmed up. So cut the bull. What happened?"

Frankly it's none of Jimin's business. Even if he's done you wrong, Jungkook trusted you. You're not gonna throw that back in his face and air his dirty laundry—especially not considering that Jimin is Jungkook's friend. If Jungkook wanted him to know, he'd have told him.

"Nothing," you tell him. "Barely even know him."

Jimin sighs. Jackson was right. There's a reason why you and Jungkook got along so well. Are both insufferable.

Glancing behind you, Jimin raises his brows.

You turn to face his line of vision, and fail to hide your surprise when you see Jungkook by the back door. Like a deer in headlights, he's frozen in place, his darling bambi eyes so startled he almost looks scared.

"So if you barely know him," Jimin continues as you and Jungkook stare one another out. "Why the fuck is he looking at you like he's seen a ghost?"

It takes a second or so, but you manage to pull your gaze away. Turn back to face Jimin. Shrug. Play dumb.

"Mistaken identity."

"Oh, I get it," Jimin smirks, knowing you aren't gonna give him an easy way out. Needs to bamboozle answers out of you. "You both went to the same bullshitting classes over summer? Is that it?"

You're surprised to find yourself smiling. Surprised that you find humour in Jimin's words. Surprised that you aren't rolling your eyes.

He's always been the Untouchable that has annoyed you the most. Is too loud. Laughs at the most obnoxious things.

"Top of the class," you reply because it somehow feels okay to joke with him. Perhaps spending so much time with Jungkook has lowered you Park Jimin-related intolerance. Not cured it, by any means, but definitely made it easier to manage.

"Academic rivals," Jimin supposes, realising that maybe there's a little more to you than he's ever given you credit for. "That's pretty hot."

"He seemed to think so," you lament, knowing that you're revealing a far more truthful rendition of your time spent with Jungkook. Or at least, admitting that time was spent together.

With a sigh, you walk a little further into the garden. Cross your arms. Look back over your shoulder to the door, only to find Jungkook is gone. It shouldn't upset you like it does, but you find your lips pressing together in a small pout.

"Look," Jimin says, exhaling a breath so deep you're sure his lungs must be empty. He comes to stand beside you, looking across the vast expanse of the gardens. "I'm not asking for your life story. If you don't give a shit about Kook, then that's fine, I'll leave you alone. But he's my best friend, and I've never seen him like this."

Glancing at Jimin, there's a taut discomfort on your face. Guilt, almost—but you've not done anything wrong. It's on him. He's the one who chose for things to be this way.

"I give a shit," you quietly admit as you look back out towards the garden, then sigh out a pitiful laugh. "You know him. You know what he's like. Of course I give a shit."

Quite honestly you think it's impossible to not fall for Jungkook. He's everything you're hardwired to appreciate: hardworking, charming, incredibly funny. You lost count of how many nights dissolved into laughter with him. Had never known your cheeks to hurt so much.

He was gentle, too. Stroked his thumbs against your cheeks just as often as he made them ache.

It's your heart that's aching now, and he's not around to soothe your woes.

Back inside, Jungkook feels so viscerally unwell that he thinks he might be sick. Or maybe he's actually dying. One of the two.

This is everything he didn't want. You were supposed to be separate. Supposed to be a sanctuary away from this all.

You're in the thick of it, now. Jimin is grilling you, and Jungkook doesn't know what to do. It's too much. All of it. The party, the people, the fact that you look at him with ice in your eyes when he knows damn well they used to harbour the warmest of fires.

Beelining for the basement, he kind of hopes the ground will swallow him up. Stop him from making the bad decisions he seems to find so god damn irresistible.

As he yanks open the small fridge at the back of the basement, Jungkook doesn't care what he drinks. Just needs something to help soothe his fragile mine; to make him feel better, 'cause lord knows you won't.

Reaching for a beer, he doesn't ask around to see if it belongs to anyone. Finders keepers. He's an Untouchable. This place is basically his by birthright. No one is gonna argue against him.

But Kim Taehyung isn't just anyone.

"So, when you apologise for being a gargantuan pillock, are you planning on also trying to win her over? Or will you just clean your conscience and wipe yourself clean of her, too?"

Jungkook's jaw tenses as his teeth grit together. "Don't know what you're on about."

"Had a girl in tears at my dinner table earlier tonight," Taehyung exaggerates. Just wants Jungkook to feel as awful as he knows you do. "Your friends might not give a shit about your well-being, but I give a shit about mine."

And for some reason, this irks Jungkook. He gives a shit about you. Cares so much he's been torturing himself by staying away. Thinks it's better for you both.

If it truly was, neither of you would be feeling so gut-wrenchingly awful.

He knows you're angry. You've made that perfectly clear.

But he also knows you do cry when you're frustrated. Was a lesson learned when you were stressed over the diner roof leaking one night during the monsoons when no one else was in to help you fix it.

It was the first night he offered you a lift home. Had taken pity on you. Had also liaised with the college maintenance guy to check it out the next day, even if the diner wasn't technically part of campus.

Because Jungkook does give a shit about your well-being, and he refutes the claim that he doesn't.

"So what? You here to tell me to stay away?" Jungkook scoffs as he prizes off the cap of the bottle. Swigs down a sip. Then another, 'cause he's not wankered enough for this.

"I'm here to tell you that you're an asshole," Taehyung asserts. "She didn't deserve to be used by you for the summer and then tossed to the trash just because semesters starting up again."

The roll of Jungkook's eyes is so weighted that it almost feels as if they'll get lodged in the back of his skull. The last time they'd rolled that deep was in bed with you. Back then it was because his body was so divinely out of sync that his muscles couldn't keep up with his actions. This time, pleasure is the furthest thing away from how he's feeling.

"You want me nowhere near her, but the fact I'm staying away makes me an asshole?" Jungkook petulantly laughs. "Can't ever fuckin' win, can I?"

"This isn't about winning or losing," Taehyung argues back. "She trusted you."

Jungkook doesn't understand what that has to do with anything. He's not betrayed your trust. Has kept all your secrets. Tried his best to keep you secret, too.

"What was she to you, huh? Some project? A virginity to get under your belt? Something to pass the time—"

"I don't know who you think I am," Jungkook snaps, fed up being accused of something he's not. "But not once did I ever treat her badly, okay? I—" He cuts himself off. Doesn't know how to articulate himself. "We— Look, you just don't get it. You don't know me. I was nothing but fuckin' nice. Okay? And she was nice. And it was nice. And we..." He trails off. Realises what Taehyung said. "The fuck do you mean, 'virginity to get under your belt'?"

It's about now that Taehyung realises he's said too much.

But every cloud has a silver lining.

"Talk to her," Taehyung shrugs as he begins to walk away. "Not me."

He leaves a scowling Jungkook by the fridge. Heads to the stairs, and once he reaches the top, is yanked away by a small but mighty force.

"You," Jimin asserts. "With me. Now."

The sound of three knocks on the bathroom door serve as a signal: let me in.

A panicked text from Taehyung had practically begged you to go to the basement bathroom and wait for him there. Said there was drama that he needed to talk with you about.

And you believed him, 'cause you're a few too many drinks deep and honestly could do with the respite.

Perched up on the countertop by the sink, you reach over and unhook the latch, giving Taehyung the all clear to come on in. Your legs languidly swing and your shoulders are slumped, this party well and truly over for you.

The only reason you're still here is because you know Taehyung's secretly been revelling in his first Conservatory party. You fear he'll want to come every weekend, now.

"You better not have your cock out," a playful voice you know all too well jokes, as the door pushes open. Eyes closed as he enters, he shuts the door behind him. Asks, "Am I safe to open my eyes?"

You're gonna kill Taehyung. 

In the most loving but brutal way, you will absolutelymurder him for setting you up like this.

"Safe," you grimace.

Jungkook doesn't open his eyes. In fact, he presses them even tighter together. Frowns. "Jimin isn't in here, is he?"

"We've been bamboozled," you sigh, and as much as he doesn't want to, Jungkook smiles at your choice of words. Tips his head down, and open his eyes. Is a little too scared to look your way, for fear of being greeted with wrath.

"Their days are numbered," Jungkook assures you, quickly glancing across to try and work out how you're feeling.

"My sentiments exactly."

Jungkook goes to speak, but you both notice a grating metallic noise by the door. Immediately, Jungkook presses his hand down on the door handle, but there's absolutely no give. It won't budge

"Jimin," he calls, voice strong and domineering through the wooden panels. Hastily painted white, they're chipped and tarnished; covered in numbers and Instagram handles, rumours and declarations of love. It's not your first time locked in this bathroom with Jungkook, but the last was of your own choice. Had been you turning the lock with a smile and glint in your eyes that had promised him trouble. "Open it up."

"No can do," Jimins smugly sings from beyond the door. "Sort your shit out."

Hopping off the counter, you nudge in front of Jungkook to pound against the door with an open fist. Though he steps back, it's still the closest you've been with him since he left your bedroom a couple weeks ago. Part of you laments the fact he moved away from you. Part of him does, too.

"Tae," you try calling instead, hand banging on the door, but you're met with the exact same response.

"Figure it out," he calls back, but also adds, "And if he's still an insufferable asshole in five minutes time, I'll come let you out."

Despite everything, you laugh at this. Not so much because of Taehyung's words, but because Jungkook's face screws up like an old newspaper.

"What is it with him and calling me an asshole?" Jungkook mutters under his breath with a shake of his head.

The bathroom is small—just a toilet and sink built into a cabinet. There's a mirror covering the back wall over it, and another cabinet above it that you assume is filled with empty bottles and misplaced lipglosses. There's barely even enough room to breathe, although there is enough room to make Jeon Jungkook come undone in the least dignified of ways. You should know.

You wish you didn't.

"He calls you one because you are one," you assure him.

"Excuse me?" 

"What?" You scoff, hopping back up on the counter, your eyes on his 'cause you want to watch the way he gets nasty. Wanna remind yourself of how horrible he can be. Replace the memories of him in this bathroom, 'cause in all reality, they're actually really lovely. Nice, even. Warm. Everything you're trying to convince yourself he's not. "Gone deaf as well as turned into a massive prick?"

"Jesus Christ," he says, rolling his eyes, turning back to face the door. Shakes at the handle. "Give it a rest."

"Why?" You ask as if butter wouldn't melt on your tongue. "Would it make life easier for you if I just wasn't around?"

Jungkook knows what you're doing. Has bickered with you enough times to understand your tricks. This is how you start; put words in his mouth that he can't defend against.

And so he doesn't try.

"Yep," he declares, turning to face you. "Way easier. Can you tell your friend I'm an asshole, still? Get us out of this place?"

You recline in defiance. Perched up on the counter next to the basin, your back is against a mirror. Legs crossed, you're in the same white summer dress you wore to your first party at the Conservatory.

Nearly everyone had been away for the summer.

You had spent the evening tucked up together on an armchair meant for one, him in the seat, you perched on the armrest, feet in his lap.

"People will talk, y'know," you'd assured him, elbows on your knees, chin in your palms.

"So let them talk," he'd smirked. "What's there to say? We're just sitting?"

It was strange for him to be seen with you. Even Jackson has been confused, but let it slide 'cause another partygoer is another partygoer. He cared for numbers, not names.

"Dunno," you had teased. "Might start talking about the way you look at me."

"Yeah?" He'd husked as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Gently pulled you closer.

"Yeah," you'd whispered, the sound of the music keeping your conversation obscure. "How long has it been that you've been looking at me for? A minute, already? Only one more until you fall in love, according to science."

"You tryna make me fall in love with you, Montgomery?"

"No," you'd innocently chirped, then pulled back. "Why? Were you?"

He'd shrugged. Sipped on his beer. "Guess we'll never know."

Looking at him now, you find it hard to believe he's the same person as he was back then.

"Why would I do that?" You feign naivety. "You're not an asshole?"

He doesn't reply. Knows you're going somewhere with this. Leans his back against the wall opposite you and folds his arms as if to say, go on.

"Assholes fuck people over," you state. "You'd never do that. And you'd definitely never spend your summer in some poor girls sheets and then pretend like she doesn't exist in front of your friends—"

"There is it," he confirms. Knew it was coming. Didn't expect you to actually try and speak about things like adults. So fuckin' childish.

"Oh?" You chirp. "So you're well aware of the fact you're an asshole? Good. Glad we have that one sorted out."

"Yep," he confirms, mouth drawing to a thin line.

The fact he isn't engaging in the fight infuriates you. Just proves he doesn't care. That he fucked you over for sport.

"I'm an asshole," he says, voice full of snark. "You know it, I know it. There's no reason why you should want to be around me. No reason why you should waste your time."

"It's so funny," you gasp in fake surprise. "I was thinking the exact same thing! Isn't it so great that you came to this conclusion after you already wasted months of my life?"

He's silent, now. Cowardly.

"Y'know I always knew you were an obnoxious prick," you say, voice now soberly quiet. "But I didn't think you were this cruel, Kook."

"You know that's not—"

"What?" You interrupt, voice growing louder with each question. "Not true? You woke up in my bed one morning, and then never spoke to me again. Who does that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I don't know!" He shouts, and it surprises you both.

Raking his hand through his hair as he turns away from you, Jungkook wishes he had an answer. Wishes he could explain himself in a way that made sense to you both. Instead, he harshly swallows down his anger. Turns to face you again. Looks like he might cry.

Feels like it, too. 

"Why didn't you tell me, huh?" He quietly asks.

"Tell you wha—"

"That you were a virgin."

Your previous thoughts about murdering Taehyung return. Of all the things he could have divulged to Jungkook, and that's what he chose?!

Men, you internally scoff. All fuckin' idiots.

"Hardly relevant, is it?"

"Of course it is," he snaps, turning back to face you. "If I'd have known—"

"You'd have what? Ghosted me sooner? Made it into a fun little competition?"

"I didn't ghost you."

"Gaslighting, too, now are we?" You scoff. "Hold on, let me go and get my bingo card. Things Jungkook does that are absolutely fucking infuriating. Wanna cross it off the list. It's right next to how fast you drive your car, and how much I hate your stupid fucking alarm tone."

"Well good job you never have to hear it again, isn't it?"

"Why not? 'Cause you are ghosting me?"

"No, because this is fuckin' stupid," he says, yanking on the door handle, on the off chance it will finally budge. It doesn't. "You think I'm the devil reincarnated. You don't want me, so why bother with this? This is done. Us. Whatever the fuck it was. You never trusted me in the first place. Would have told me if you did. So just call your friend, tell him I'm an asshole. We're done."

"Oh, well you're two weeks too late for this conversation, don't you think?" you argue back with a cold laugh. "But has it ever occurred to you that my life doesn't revolve around you? That you aren't the reason I'm here? Jackson invited me."

"Ah, so that's what it is?" Jungkook sarcastically exclaims, your insatiable need to fight finally sinking into his skin. "You were just using me, huh? Getting those V-plates off, so you could be ready for him? Is that why you didn't tell me? Huh?"

The mere thought of hooking up with the college's very own Hugh Hefner makes you wanna gag—but if it'll piss off Jungkook, maybe you'll consider it.

"Why would you care if I let him fuck me?" You ask with such pointed anger Jungkook can't help but feel like you're driving knives into his chest. "Do that thing you like with my tongue? You think he'd like my pussy, huh? Maybe I'd let him fuck me raw."

You never let Jungkook go unprotected. Insisted on it each and every time, and he complied even if he was a little pouty about it after you'd been fucking for a while. The trust was there. You were on the pill. He knew he was clean and had told you as such, but it made no difference.

To even suggest you'd let Jackson fuck you raw is laughable.

With a smirk on his lips, Jungkook edges towards you.

Put his hands on your crossed knees. Waits for you to jerk him away—but you don't. Instead, you watch on with salacious confusion. Say nothing. Not even when he uncrosses them, nor when he spreads them apart.

With a hand either side of your head against the mirror, Jungkook stands between your legs.

Looks down at you.

Is so close you can smell his aftershave.

A month ago, in a position like this, you'd have kissed him.

"Hm?" You cock your head. Repeat your question. "You think he'd like my pussy? How long do you think he'd take to cum? Longer than you, I hope."

Jaw tense, Jungkook swallows down the way he wants to curse you out. Closes his eyes. Lets his head dip further, his forehead now resting against the top of your head.

The contact is minimal, but God, you've missed it. Trapped in position by him, you'd forgotten how lovely it was to lose yourself to Jungkook.

"You're not being fair," he whispers. Whines, even.

"Fair?" You laugh, but it's gentle. Matches his tone. "You can hardly take the high ground on fairness, Jungkook."

He nods. Takes a second, and then pathetically begs: "Don't fuck him. Please."

"Why shouldn't I?"

"You know why," he says. Stands straighter, now. Rakes a hand through his hair. Looks down on you with such pained desperation you almost feel bad. He tries to speak, but struggles with his words again. Takes him a few attempts to get anything out. "I didn't like you because I was fucking you. I fucked you because I liked you. You know that. You know it wasn't...Fuck. You know what it was."

The past tense he speaks in cuts you up inside.

Jungkook shrugs in defeat when he's met with silence. Purses his lips. Eyes on yours, they're glassy. Watery, almost.

Yours are just as bad, because what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? He's the one that cut you out. He did this.

"What did I do?" You ask, voice meagre and pathetic. Your vulnerability is mortifying, and yet you just can't help yourself as a tear streaks down your cheek. "What the fuck did I do that was so wrong, Kook?"

The heat of his hand scalds your skin as his thumb wipes away your tears. After his cold shoulder for the past two weeks, your body doesn't know how to respond. Should you be angry? Hurt? Comforted?

All you know is that you're more confused now than you ever were when you first started hooking up with him.

"Nothing," he quietly promises. Holds your cheeks in his hands. Rests his nose beside yours. Is far too close for a man who's been trying to stay away from you. Is beginning to realise that maybe his self-preservation was thinly veiled self-sabotage instead. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but it's been so fuckin' miserable, and then I didn't know how to fix things, and then it was all such a mess and—"

The words Jungkook is yet to speak are lost in the soft press of your lips against his.

Brows furrowed, Jungkook's grip on your face tightens. Keeps you close, 'cause he feels the pressure of your lips waning but doesn't want you to pull away.

And so you don't. Instead you apply more pressure. Harder. Deeper.

It's not like kissing Jungkook is a new experience. You've done it upwards of a thousand times, now. You know his lips and his tongue, and how it likes to flick against yours; his piercings, and the frequency of his moans that vibrate into your mouth.

Kissing Jungkook is just as easy as it is hard. Easy, in the way he takes not a single considered thought. Hard, in how it becomes your only tangible thought for minutes, hours, days afterwards.

An eternity and a millisecond is lost in the kiss, just like the summer that lasted an age and yet was gone with the wind.

When your lips finally part, there's silence. Forehead resting on yours, Jungkook shakes his head ever so gently. Doesn't know how to articulate his thoughts. How to say sorry, or how to fix his mess.

While his logic was flawed, and his execution careless, his intentions had been good. As much as he had a life to go back to, and friends that wouldn't get it, so did you.

He knows they hate him—isn't ignorant to the roll of Maria's eyes every time they walk into Montgomery's, and has experienced Taehyung's disdain first-hand this evening.

He'd spent his summer getting out of the house to avoid the fall-out of his father's infidelity. Knows how much his family is suffering all because of a man who just couldn't control himself. Was trying to be better. Trying not to wreck both of your lives.

As he stands in the dingy bathroom of a party house, the lingering burn of your lips on his still smouldering, he knows that he wrecked you both regardless.

And so it's up to him to put you back together again.

"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss, mortified at how stupid of an impulse it had been. You don't that. Not anymore. A month ago, sure, kissing Jungkook in a dingy bathroom at a party house would have been exciting. Now, it just feels embarrassing. "I shouldn't have—"

His lips are on yours again, stealing your words from you. He doesn't want to hear you apologise. Knows that you don't need to.  Also knows that he does need to.

"Don't," he quickly says between kisses. "Please, don't say sorry."

"But I—"

"Shut up," he smiles against your lips, shaking his head ever so slightly. He kisses you again, and this time it's soft. Pretty. Poetic, almost in how it makes you feel. And then he speaks, and you're reminded of just how easy it is to adore him, even when you know you shouldn't. "You know how much I've missed this? God, I've missed you so much. Please don't say sorry. I'm sorry. It's on me. I made a mistake, alright? I fucked up." 

He pulls back. Has your cheeks in his hands as he makes sure your eyes are on his. They're dark, now, in the dim light of the bathroom you're in, but they've never been warmer.

"I mean it. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispers. Brows furrowed, lips pouty, he's got the kind of face you're hardwired to trust. To adore. Or maybe, it's just him, in general, that you're inclined to feel this way about. "Okay?"

His large hard hands are still holding your cheeks, as yours wrap around his wrists. With a shake of your head, you shrug. Pout, too.

An apology is appreciated, but it's just words. It's his actions that have been upsetting you. Not his words (or lack thereof).

"We're gonna leave this bathroom and you're gonna pretend like I don't exist again," you tell him.

The frown on his face deepens. "That's not true. And that's not what I was trying to do in the first place, either. I just thought—"

"What? That it was a good idea to kiss me on my doorstep and promise you'd pick me up from work, only to never show? To ignore my texts? To—"

"No," he quietly admits, dropping his head between his shoulders. "I made the wrong calls—but I can make it up to you. I want to make it up to you." He rests his forehead against yours. Quietly begs, "Please."

Slowly, Jungkook nudges his nose up against yours. Waits for permission.

Beyond the door, loud music thuds through the room. It obscures the conversation you've been having, keeping you just as secret as you always have been.

It's not like you told any of your friends, either, and when it came to telling Taehyung, you weren't exactly forthcoming. Perhaps you would have been the one to pretend like he didn't exist, had he not done it first.

"I want you," he husks against your lips. 

"You wanna fuck me," you correct him, lips tantalisingly brushing his with every word.

"True," he admits. "But I also wanna send you dumb memes again, and go for drives after work, and wake up in your bed. I wanna go for breakfast, and I still need to cook you my world-famous makguksu. I want to have not been a dick for the past two weeks, but I can't change that. I just wanna be what I once was to you again."

"And what was that?" You encourage.

There was never any label. Realistically, there's no right answer. 

Or at least there isn't, until Jungkook just simply says, "Yours."

And what else can you do when confronted by such a pathetic, yearnful admittance from him, except to give into how you're feeling, too?

Frantic in the way your hands are on his body—his arms, his waist, around his throat—there's a neediness to you. One he's missed. One he reciprocates, as his large palms stroke up your spread thighs, then get your legs wrapped around his hips.

The movements of your bodies are so well nurtured by now that you know what comes next; how the bulge in his trousers will press against your covered pussy, and how you'll whine at the contact no matter how minimal.

"Fuck," you whine as his hands slip under the skirt of your dress. It's an old routine at this point. He knows exactly where to go, what to do. His fingers press against the wet fabric of your underwear, just gently enough to make you moan a little harder into his mouth.

"Oh?" He smirks when he realises just how needy you are, his fingers stroking against your slick panties. "Missed me, too?"

"You're an asshole," you tell him with a smile. As his fingers get firmer, you can't help but whine. "You know I have."

He pulls back to look down at your body. Pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. Curses when he realises the underwear you're wearing. Is his favourite pair. Red and lacy, there's a suspender belt to match it. While you're not wearing it right now, he's got pictures of you in it that belong in a fuckin' museum.

"Did you wanna fuck me tonight, huh?" He mumbles into your lips.

"Not everything is about you," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Except it is. They're your favourite pair too, simply for how insanely he reacted to seeing you in them. Sure you're not in the full set up, but it was enough to have you feeling ever so confident as you left the house with Taehyung.

As his lips press against yours, his finger hooks beneath your underwear. Tugs them to the side. Gets you exposed for him.

"No?" He husks, as his fingers begin to sink between your soaked folds. "So this isn't about me, huh?"

You shake your head. Lie. "Never been less turned on."

He plays into your little theatrics. Has always enjoyed them.

"So you don't want me to do this?" He asks as his middle finger sinks into your entrance.

"Can't even feel it," you pretend, as if his thick knuckles aren't stroking against you in just the right way.

"No?" He grits. Sinks a second finger inside you. Gets you whining again, nails gripping onto his arms. His fingers slowly pump into you, easing you into the way it feels for him to be inside you.

There's something electric about Jungkook. Sends shivers through your spine. Always knew exactly how to manipulate your pussy into doing whatever he wanted, and now is no different. As you clench around him, he's overcome with satisfaction.

"This is just my fingers," he reminds you. "I don't think you can handle my cock."

Scoffing, you're desperately trying to pretend you aren't melting for him. "Please, I can handle it just fine."

"Sure you can, baby," he teases with so much arrogance you kinda wanna fight him again—but it's also why you like him. He challenges you. Gets your brain in overdrive.

And when he crouches in front of the counter, eyes aligned with your exposed cunt, you think you might actually lose it entirely.

His hands are on your thighs, spreading you further, getting a good look at the mess between your legs. When he sighs, the shallow breath that escapes his lips feels like absolute sin against your wetness.

"Oh, you really haven't been fucked since me, have you?" He teases again. "Look at how fucking keen you are. Been missing my cock, huh?"

"My vibrator's been doing the job just fine," you assure him, but it has him pulling back to cock a brow in your direction. He knows many things about you that other people don't, but he was not aware you owned any sex toys. Finds that his cock only throbs even harder in his pants at this revelation.

"Maybe so," he husks, leaning closer just so he drags his flat tongue up your folds. Has to stop himself from moaning, 'cause the taste of you is somehow even better than his memories. "But it's not better than me."

With a point to prove, and a desperation to reclaim you as his own, Jungkook doesn't entertain chitchat any longer. He dives back in, tongue lapping against your lips as his fingers push back inside you. The way he curls them just right as his tongue flicks against your clit is enough to make anyone lose their head.

Hands tangling in his hair, you find your body responding to him in the way it always does; pathetically, needily, hungrily. There's no dignity to be found.

His tongue works against you like a well trained craft, until his lips latch around your swollen bud and begin to lightly suck on it. When he hums in satisfaction—which he does often—the suction only grows stronger.

Gets you whimpering, "Like that. Fuck. Like that."

The build is just as undignified as you are. Your grip on his hair gets tighter, and the shake of your legs grows stronger. Dragging his tongue up and down your folds, he settles back on your clit. Flicks his pointed tongue against you until he knows you can't take it any longer and begins to suck again. Curves his fingers just right. Strokes you so gently that orgasm pours out of you like liquid gold. Guilds him into the most gorgeous aureate glow.

He doesn't ease. Keeps his lips wrapped around your clit. Makes sure you're spent.

When he finally releases you, he's breathing just as heavily as you are. Gets to his feet, fingers still plugged in your tight pussy. Is pleased to find you're just as insatiable as he is, pulling him in for the messiest of kisses as soon as you can. There's no care given for the fact he's covered in your arousal. You just want that tongue of his in your mouth—and when it is, you find yourself moaning from the withdrawal of his fingers.

Your hands reach to the waistband of his jeans to unhook his button. Get his zipper down. Your hands down the front of his trousers, when his thick cock is restricted by his tight boxer briefs. By the tip of his cock, a small wet patch resides; his desperation for you obvious. Gently rubbing your thumb across the pre-cum, all you can think about is his slit, and how you wanna kitten lick across it.

But it's been two weeks of near-constant pining, and all Jungkook wants is to bury himself inside you.

"Let me fuck you," he begs. "Please, baby."

If the girl who had first seen Jungkook in a shared lecture hall two years ago would have known she'd end up in a shitty bathroom with him begging for her, she'd have laughed. Wouldn't have believed it for a second.

Fresh-faced and so out of your comfort zone, the first few days at university were full of potential. It was before you had wised up to your place in the pecking order; when Jungkook was just a boy in your orientation class.

Skin kissed by European sun, there had been a radiance to him that seemed to captivate just about everyone. You weren't the only girl who had been sneaking glances his way.

You'd thought about him a lot in those first few weeks. Came to learn of his family ties around the same time you befriended Taehyung. Stopped seeing him around campus so much, and rarely ever thought of him.

But on those rare occasions you crossed paths, your gaze would always linger.

As he frees himself of his boxers, trousers suspended midway down his thighs, he gently rubs the tip of his cock between your folds and husks, "Always thought you were so pretty, y'know?"

Looking up at you for just a second, he smirks. Looks back down. Continues to rub himself against you, prepping himself with your slickness.

"Freshers week," he continues. "You never came to any of the parties."

The tip of his cock kisses your entrance, but doesn't penetrate. You stay in limbo just shy of what you both want.

"Had a stupid fuckin' crush on you," he admits. Has never acknowledged it before, but has always known. Kept it hidden. Safe. Secret.

"No, you didn't," you smile. He didn't even give you a second glance. Was always you seeking him out in lecture halls.

"I did," he says with absolute certainty. "You wore that little black sundress on our first day. Had ruffles on the shoulders."

It hangs in your wardrobe, a little out of style but still sweet in the right setting. You know the exact one he's talking about, because he's right. You did wear it on that very first day.

His cock nudges a little deeper. Enough to make you gasp, but not moan. Not yet. Gripping his arms, brows furrowed, you nod. He sinks himself just a little bit further. The feeling is overwhelming; fire on ice.

"Would have fucked you in that lecture hall, if you'd have let me," he smirks.

"You didn't even know my name," you counter, but he cuts your questioning off as he edges a little deeper, still. His hand dips to gently rub languid circles on your clit. He's not pushing himself any further, not yet. Wants to ease into how this feels.

"I did," he admits. "Listened extra hard during the roll call."

"So this has all been some big elaborate scheme to get into my pants, huh?"

"Is it working?" he jokes, leaning over to yank the cabinet above the sink open. A few random bottles and packets clatter into the sink, but he doesn't care.

He's looking on the top shelf, rifling through old boxes, sending more miscellaneous objects to their untimely demise. Spotting what he's after, he's assertive as he knocks the cabinet shut. Passes you the box.

"S'all there is. They alright?"

"Sure," you say, pulling one of the foil packets from the box. You check the date stamped on the front—only to see it's a year out of date. Some protection would be better than none, regardless of the date, but fuck it. You're on the pill. "You haven't fucked anyone else? In the last couple weeks?"

"What?" His brows contort in confusion. "No."

His expression softens, but is still laced with confusion when you toss the box of condoms down into the sink.

"I don't care. I don't want them—"

You're cut off by the way Jungkook clasps your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. There's a seriousness to him now; the same demeanour he holds himself with when he was taking photographs. He's intentional. Assertive.

"Promise me," he says with stern certainty. "You want this?"

When he's got you like this—legs spread, body his to claim, your soul to take—it's impossible to do anything but comply. See, things with Jungkook are reciprocal. Your feelings, your tortured misunderstanding of how a relationship could ever work, and his seriousness, now, too.

"I promise," you swear.

As a chaste kiss is pressed to your lips, his hands stroke down your spread thighs, pushing you a little further open for him.

"Can't unfuck me," he softly reminds you. Is taking his time not for the anticipation, but because he's scared. "If you fuck me raw—"

"Then I fuck you raw," you simply repeat, knowing that it's up to you to ease his woes. If anyone should be scared, it's you—yet there's a safety that comes with being with Jungkook. Smirk, then say, "Trust me. I know I can't unfuck you. I've been trying to forget—"

"Ouch," he laughs, nudging his nose up against yours.

"—but you're just..." you tailed off, not wanting to compliment him too highly. He's still in the dog house. "Memorable."

With a sardonic smile that he knows only means trouble, you reach down to grip his incredibly pert ass cheeks. Squeezing, just because you can, you encourage him to push even deeper into you—and he's the one who whines, now.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he praises with such pained desperation it almost sounds like he'll cry. He won't. It's just that he can't quite believe that he's raw inside you right now, and that you feel just as good as he always imagined. Better, even.

"Yeah?" You question, as you pull his hips closer, gasping as he finally sinks his full length into you once more. His fingers were thick, but they've got nothing on his cock. Like he's taken all the air from your lungs, your voice is all light and airy. Makes Jungkook even more insane.

"Yeah," he mumbles as he nods into a kiss that is just as feverant as his need to pulse his hips. He doesn't dare do it yet. Is waiting for you. "Feels so fuckin' good."

"So just fuck me," you hungrily moan into his lips.

You're challenging him deliberately, and it works a fucking treat when he pulls back with a grin. He doesn't withdraw himself, but he does pulse his hips ever so slightly. Keeps you plugged. Is just nudging even deeper into you as he keeps a hold on your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide.

"Say please," he grunts as his pulsing becomes a singular deep thrust.

Your argumentative streak wants to fight.

You'll berate yourself later for the way you whimper, "Please."

His thick cock withdraws just a little to push back into you. He groans. Curses. Builds momentum. Speed.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours as he pounds himself into you is impossible to ignore. Your moans build. Double. Treble. He's grunting too, and then his lips are on your neck. It's a mess, quite frankly.

In the sordid shadows of this bathroom, your bodies become acquainted with an intimacy not yet bridged before. You can pretend to ignore each other in the hallways of your shared lecture buildings, but you'll never be able to ignore the desperation you have for one another. Jungkook was right. You can't unfuck him. And now he's fucking you raw, it only make it even more potent.

Harshly pulling himself out of you, Jungkook almost fuckin' cums on the spot when he realises how soaked he is from your arousal. It's not like it's a new thing, but skin on skin, it's so much more intense. Gasping from the sudden loss of pressure, you're a little unsteady. Lurch forward as if your body could stop him from withdrawing.

Holding the base of his thick shaft, Jungkook spanks against your pussy with his cock. Rubs your slick wetness around with his tip. Hooks his elbows under your thighs. Pulls you closer. Instructs, "Arms around my neck."

Wrapping an arm around your back, the other one tucks under your ass as he lifts you.

He turns. Presses your back to the wall, and lines himself up.

"Legs around me," he tells you, and as soon as you do, his cock pushes up into you again. He keeps you pinned against the wall as he begins to fuck himself into you, his lips pressing wet kisses to the curve of your neck.

The sight in the mirror behind him is lethal; his broad back covered by his shirt, but it doesn't matter. You know what he looks like. Know his muscles, and the valley of his spine, like the back of your own damn hand.

You wanna see it though. Give it a tug. Send him the right message. Get him tearing his shirt off and dropping it to the floor for you. Victory is so damn sweet.

"Kook," you whine as he really begins to get deep. "You're gonna make me cum."

"All over my cock, huh?" He grunts. "Gonna cum on cock, are you?"

His taunting only makes you whimper even more. "I'm so close."

And because he just likes to get you all whiney and needy, Jungkook stops. Puts you down. Gets you facing the mirror as you protest his unfair stealing of an orgasm.

But then he's lining himself up again, getting ready to take you from behind. Spanks your ass ever so quickly.

Sinking into you again, Jungkook curses. "Tighter like this."

"Good?" You pathetically check, and Jungkook can't help but think it's sweet.

"Yeah, babe," he promises, and pretends as if it's completely usual for him to speak to you so tenderly. "Feels so fuckin' good. Missed you so much, gorgeous. You and this tight cunt."

"Romance," you joke through your needy whines. He smirks at this, and delivers a curt little spank to your ass.

"I can be romantic," he assures you, as if you aren't being soundtracked by the sound of your skin slapping together, his thick cock fucking itself into your soaked hole. 

His eyes rise from the steady gaze he'd had on your ass to your eyes. 

Slowing himself, Jungkook holds his cock inside you without thrusting. Says, "I made that photo you took of us in your room my fuckin' phone wallpaper. I listen to that asmr guy you like before bed, every single fuckin' night. I keep one of your ribbons tied around my gearstick. That romantic enough for you?"

There's an incredibly bashful smile on your pretty face, which contradicts the way in which your pussy is tightening around him in the most lewd of ways. You're giggling when you say, "Shut up and fuck me."

But then he's giggling too, just how you like him to be. Says, "I missed your body, but I missed you more. Stupid."

"You're stupid."

"You're stupider."

"Kook," you laugh, as he's completely forgotten the task at hand. The way that he looks at you, you'd be forgiven for thinking he has. Truthfully, the connection he has with you is so much more than what sex has ever been for him before. 

His hips lightly pulse, as he says, "Sorry. Where were we?"

"Think you were gonna make me cum."

"Ah, yeah. That. My bad."

His gentle thrusts begin to build pace once more. The grin on his face drops a little as he begins to concentrate on you. Watching him in the mirror, you're perplexed to be reminded of just how ethereal Jungkook looks when he fucks.

The deep ridge between his brows intensifies, as his mouth hands slack. His cheeks hollow a little, and his eyes remain entirely focused. Dark. Deep. Brooding.

As his hand dips around to gently stroke against your clit, Jungkook is just as taken away by the way you look. He isn't sure what it is that gets his heart so heavy in his chest, but he knows that he wants you to cum. Doesn't give a fuck about himself.

The walls of your cunt begin to tighten around his length as your moans deepen. You whine his name and he encourages a response, but neither of you can really talk. A numbness is washing over you, your balance unsteady.

"I'm gonna..." you begin, but find it impossible to finish.

"I know, baby," he nods all out of breath and desperately fucked out. "Give me what I want. Cum for me."

You trust and keep your eyes on him, but the nudging on his cock against your g-spot and the slow rubbing of your clit is just enough to tip you over.

"Kook," you whimper as your walls begin to tighten around him, but it's fruitless. There's a shake to your legs, and he's the only thing keeping you supported.

"Oh, fuck," he curses from the strength of your pussy around him. He's shaking just as much as you are. "Cream on this cock, baby. Oh, fuck. Yeah.Just like that. You're gonna make me cum, too. Gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard. All in your pussy. You want that, huh?"

It's as you're desperately whining, cumming all around his thick shaft that Jungkook feels his body lose control. There's a tightness to his balls, and a shudder to his sternum, that he hasn't felt since the last time he was in your bedroom. Last time he was in you, more specifically.

"Kook," you whimper his name, and that's when Jungkook really can't hold back.

"Yeah, babe," he rasps, as his hard thrusts become pathetic stutters. "I'm cumming."

The announcement isn't needed, for you swear you can almost feel it as his thick cum begins to fill you. The lack of a condom makes it all the more primal, the way his body shudders indicative of just how much cum he's filling you up with. 

His body collapses on yours a little, his clammy torso pressed to your back. The dress you're wearing is barely on properly, and the feeling of his skin against yours is catastrophic. As intimate as sex is, it's this right now, the beat of his heart thrumming against your spine that is the real disaster. How you can ever look him in the eye again is beyond you.

But then his lips are pressing chaste kisses to the curve of your neck, and his hands are squeezing at your hips. He doesn't pull out. Keeps himself warm inside you. Says, "How the fuck am I ever supposed to give you up, huh?"

That's the thing.

He isn't supposed to, and you damn well know it.

Reaching back for some tissue to help you out, Jungkook slowly withdraws. Holds his hand beneath your pussy, then replaces it with tissue. Turns you around and lets you take over.

"Here's a radical idea," you offer, not looking at him as you quickly make sure you're decent. Stay standing with your legs crossed, just in case. "Don't."

Pulling his shirt back over his head, Jungkook presses his back to the wall. There's a distance between you, yes, but you don't really feel it, 'cause it's purely physical.

And it's not like it lasts for very long either, 'cause Jungkook decides he needs to kiss you all over again.

"Alright," he whispers against your lips. "Say we don't. Say I wanna be yours. What the fuck do we do now?"

You shrug. The answers aren't yours to decide. It's up to you both.

"Well, firstly I'm gonna text Tae," you hum. "Tell him you're still an asshole and that I need to be let out immediately."

It's been half an hour.

He came to check on things about ten minutes ago.

The music might be loud, but not loud enough to drown out the way you guys fuck. 

Summer had been quiet. In his car, in your empty house, you've never had to keep it down before. Didn't even realise quite how loud you were being.

Which is why Jimin is the one who unlocks the outside bolt with a smirk a few minutes later, Taehyung watching on with a little disgusted grimace a metre or so back.

"Gross," he whisper shouts at you, but then he's smiling, too. Notices how Jungkook touches you—the hand he has on the small of your back, and the way he clasps your hand as you begin to walk ahead of him—and finds it impossible to be mad.

"C'mon," Jimin calls behind himself, leading you up and out of the basement. "We're going to the diner."

"We?" You question, incredibly confused.

"We." He simply says. Doesn't leave it up for debate. Gathers up the rest of the Untouchables (though Claudia is noticeably absent), and tells them the same thing he told you. Drags Taehyung along as well.

Jungkook was scared of integrating you into his life, but there's no other way to do it. Has to rip the band aid off.

As you walk into Montgomery's, hand in hand with the boy who had spent his summer wasting away with you in here, both of you realise that maybe it isn't such a huge deal.

Or at least, you do until Maria clocks you. Eyes darting from you, to Jungkook, and then to your gently clasped hands, she's in a state of absolute shock. Almost drops her tray.

"Sorry, what the fuck?!"

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[2hightocare]

DOWN BAD! 01

Synopsis: Despite undeniable chemistry, your guys’ relationship remains undefined, caught between playful teasing to deeper, unspoken longing,

Pairings: bad boy! jungkook x fem! reader

Genre: friends to lovers. college au.

Warnings: toxicity, jealousy, explicit content, angsty, smoking, usage of drugs and alcohol, fighting, profanity, slowburn, jungkook and oc are literally in love but do nothing about it, crying, hurtful words being thrown out when arguing, slapping.

a/n: IM BACK!! this is something super different than anything I have ever wrote sooooo… but i actually really love it. This would be a two-shot. Hope you enjoy🪽🪽 <3

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"He pisses me off," you say while dropping onto the couch with a loud annoyed sigh, catching Taehyung's and Dahlia's attention.

"What did he do now?" Taehyung jokes, adjusting his tie on his uniform. "Look at another girl, that's what he did," you clench your teeth, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Your fingers play with the hem of your short navy squared skirt.

Your friends let out a collective laugh, making you scoff at them. "He asked a girl for a cigarette," you mumble under your breath, feeling the pang of jealousy hit your heart.

"Morning," a deep voice speaks from behind you, sending shivers down your body almost automatically. Your brows furrow as Jungkook makes his way beside you on the small couch in the lounge room after acknowledging his friends. His white button-up is opened, revealing a peak of his skin, which annoys you. He tugs on his navy tie, the same one as yours, undoing it and letting it hang loosely around his neck.

"Are you done being mad?" He tilts his head to the side, staring at you. His breath smells of the cigarette he had been smoking, the same one he accepted from a girl who had a crush on him, which irked you. You almost wanted to snatch the cigarette from his lips and stomp on it like a child when he lit it up.

"No, I'm not done being mad," you scoff, getting up from the couch in a swift motion. Jungkook lets out a frustrated sigh behind you before reaching for your skirt and pulling it down.

"Too short," he says, ignoring your whole tantrum.

You don’t reply. Instead, you smack his hand away from your ass before picking up your backpack and throwing it at him.

"Let’s go to class," you say, crossing your arms in front of you, making your boobs push up from the white button-up—you had intentionally left two buttons open after seeing him. His eyes immediately drop to your chest, and Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue on the inside before letting out a soft growl and reaching to button up your shirt.

"You’re insufferable," he lets out, fixing your shirt.

"You’re insufferable," you mock back, earning a grin from him.

"Are you ready to talk to me?" He bites his bottom lip, picking up your pink backpack and hanging it over his shoulder, something he was used to doing by now. "No, but the attitude is kinda hot, not gonna lie," you say, before making your way to your first period, with Jungkook trailing behind you like a puppy on a leash.

You and Jungkook weren’t dating, nor were you friends with benefits either. You were just friends with feelings bigger than Mount Everest. It all started on the first day of sophomore year of high school.

“No more fights, okay. First day only and you already got into a fight,” Namjoon blows out a sigh, running a hand down his face.

Jungkook scoffs, pulling on his tie. “This uniform is pissing me off.” He growls, ignoring Namjoon's attempt to coax him into a conversation about controlling his anger issues. Jungkook wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of it, especially today.

“Yeah, well, fancy private schools love their uniforms,” Namjoon jokes, but Jungkook's expression remains jaded.

“Anyways, you’re lucky you didn’t get suspended,” Namjoon continues, shooting Taehyung a look that screams for help.

“Lucky? I would’ve preferred if they expelled me,” Jungkook mumbles, leaning back on his chair, throwing his head back in annoyance.

Before Namjoon could mutter another response about self-sabotaging, a female voice catches Jungkook's interest. “I don’t give a fuck, she literally ripped my new tights,” you whine, your hair disheveled, the lipstick once on your lips now smeared, and your new black over-the-knee tights, ripped.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you could tackle her to the ground, Yn,” another girl says, nudging you, which makes you pout more. “My mom is going to kill me for getting into a fight on the first day.” You sit down in front of Jungkook, not even glancing his way, throwing your pink backpack on the ground beside you, keeping your eyes on the ground.

Jungkook takes notice of your appearance, and his heart rate skyrockets. You were beautiful, like an angel, but Jungkook knew better than to think you were innocent. The skirt was much shorter than it was supposed to be, your blouse more open than closed, which had Jungkook's eyes dropping to the tie between your tits, taking notice of the cross necklace hanging on your neck.

Angel with dirty wings. Jungkook thought to himself as he took you in, the smeared lipstick adding to your allure. Your full and pouty messy lips, had him imagining things only he imagined when he was in his room at night with his hand wrapped around his cock.

Instead, he's sitting at the front office with a pretty girl in front of him for the same reason he was. As he is thinking about far more inappropriate things than fighting. Before Jungkook could look away, your eyes met his.

“You’re new,” you grin at the bruised-up boy manspreading with a matching grin on his face in front of you.

“I am,” Jungkook replies, licking his bloody bottom lip with his tongue. Eyes still remain glued to yours as you nod. “I’ve never seen you around,” you state, tilting your head to the side, leaning forward.

“And I’m pretty sure I would remember someone that looked like you,” you continue, taking him in. The black blazer, with the school logo, he was supposed to be wearing was discarded on the chair beside him, leaving him in the white button-up, sleeves rolled up halfway, giving you a full view of the veins on his arms. His black hair was tousled on his head, the bloody lip made him hotter than you cared to admit.

“Is this a way of telling me you don’t have a boyfriend?” Jungkook flirts, ignoring his friends' obvious stares from beside him.

“Not yet,” you quirk, tapping your finger on your bare thigh. “What’s your name?” you ask, wanting to know more about the boy in front of you besides the fact that he gets into fights on the first day of school.

“Does it matter? You’ll be calling me “baby” by the end of the day,” Jungkook says aloof, which gets him a small smile from you. “Smooth,” you shrug, leaning backward.

"Angel," he says, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you in.

"Hi," you smile at him, your eyes twinkling with unspoken affection.

"Hi," Jungkook responds, his dimple carving into his skin as he leans forward, his nose touching yours, nuzzling—a short, quick gesture that steals the air from your lungs. You almost feel yourself hanging onto these moments by a thread—moments where he isn’t high or drunk out of his mind or fighting with anyone who pisses him off in the slightest.

"Do you like my costume?" You flutter your eyelashes at him sarcastically, eliciting a small laugh as he throws his head back into the wall. "I don’t know, do I?" he says, his tone dipped in enticing sarcasm. His tattooed hand drops lower on your back, causing your breath to hitch in your mouth.

The music suddenly muffles out as you focus on Jungkook’s finger dipping into the waistband of your skirt. "You look pretty," he whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Where’s your halo, baby?" he says, pulling on your perfectly curled hair, making you look up at him. "Lost it while I was dancing," you pout, wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him in closer to you.

You’ve never understood when people said, “home could be a person,” but you hundred percent get it now. It's almost embarrassing how quickly you melt into his embrace, your limbs relaxing—inhaling his scent. Your brain suddenly shuts down, not thinking about anything besides him, the moment he wraps his arms over your shoulders, dropping his lips on the crown of your head, leaving a soft kiss there.

"Don’t smile," you jut out, peeping your head up to see the small curved smile displayed on his face. "Why not?" he pokes, amusement clear in his face as his smile widens, deepening his dimples.

"Stop," you giggle, placing a small hand over his face.

"What?" he chuckles, getting a hold of your hand, giving your wrist a kiss before letting it hang beside you. "Your dimples are showing, and they’re only mine to see. Bitches love dimples," you say, only making him smile more.

Anyone else who saw Jungkook smiling all giddy at you would know better than to poke fun at him—but it was rare to see Jungkook smiling and laughing so casually out in the open. Behind closed doors, Jungkook was the epitome of a teddy bear; he loved head and back scratches and loved being a little spoon, all contrary to his dark clothes, cigarettes hanging from his mouth, and the heavy amount of alcohol he could consume.

"Be a good boyfriend and stop smiling, please," you quip, untangling from his embrace and looking around for Dahlia, only to be met with her making out with Taehyung on the countertop.

"I’m not your boyfriend, angel," Jungkook says beside you, putting a hand over your shoulders, taking a chug out of his beer.

"Oh yeah, my bad. I forgot. You’re my bitch," you turn to look at him, a mischievous smile on your face, which has him playfully rolling his eyes, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite catch before he took his arm off your shoulder, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a cigarette.

"Let’s go outside," he holds out his hand, which you don’t think twice before intertwining yours with his. You feel giddy as you walk past the crowd holding his hand, as he leads you outside. You hated how many small moments like this had you wanting more from him, knowing this is the most he could ever give you. Jungkook had walls larger than the walls of China. You tried your hardest to stand up on your tiptoes and look. But whenever you got a sneak peek from what's inside, Jungkook built them right back up.

Ever since sophomore year of high school, you had the hugest crush on Jungkook, and you knew deep down he did too, but he never said anything all these years. It was embarrassing how you found yourself waiting for him—you couldn’t help it; your heart basically beat for him.

As you both reach a tall seat wall, before you know it, he's picking you up and placing you on the cold brick wall. Goosebumps appear on your bare thighs while he rubs his warm, calloused hands up and down.

"Cold," you whine, looking down at your angel costume—the white, flowy short skirt, your long white knee-high socks with the tall heels. And don’t forget your lace white top that kept getting tangled with your belly piercing. "I know ways to keep you warm," Jungkook waggles his eyebrows, moving closer to you. You feel his hands on your knees, opening your legs before he steps in between them. The closeness was something you were used to—the cheek kisses, the hand on your thigh, but never this. He was too close to your face—you could feel his warm breath whenever he would breathe. You felt your chest heave as everything you wanted was for him to put his lips on yours. Jungkook's face moved closer in.

You felt your heart stop in your chest almost abruptly. If it wasn't for his face millimeters away from yours, you would think you just had a heart attack.

Your eyelids fluttered closed, waiting for his lips to make contact with yours, but you're met with nothing. Then you feel the warmth of his hand on your thighs disappear, and the same with his body between your legs. You open your eyes to be met with Jungkook lighting up a joint instead of a cigarette. Before you could stop yourself, you pull it out of his mouth with a hard tug.

"What the fuck," Jungkook says, an unreadable expression on his face when he looks at you. "Are you fucking serious?" Your eyebrows furrow as you throw the rolled-up paper somewhere far—jumping down the wall. Your heels click on the pavement as you walk closer to him. The heels didn't do anything for you, as you still had to look up at him to meet his eyes.

"You said you’d stop," your voice cracks like your heart, as you push on his chest.

"It's just weed," Jungkook lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "That's what you said at first then you ended up in my room, high off oxy. So don't tell me it's just weed, Jungkook," you shove him, sending him tumbling backward.

The knock on your window sends your soul leaping out of your body. The sight of your favorite boy outside has your heart beating faster—it's past midnight, so seeing him there sends a different feeling down your body.

“Hi, what are you doing here?” You ask, opening the window to let him climb in. His eyes don’t meet yours as he walks in and sits on your bed, watching you close the window.

“Just wanted to see you,” Jungkook mumbles softly, his voice raspy.

“Well... hi,” you say as you drop beside him on your bed. “Hi,” he says, his eyes avoiding eye contact as he looks down at his twiddling fingers.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, worry picking up as your hand moves to his cheek. His skin is hot under your palm as you move his face to look at you.

The moment his eyes lock with yours, you feel as if the ground disappears beneath you. Jungkook's eyes are unnervingly vacant, the pupils dilated into enlarged black circles.

“What did you take?” Your voice cracks, holding his face in your hands as he slumps into you. “Baby... don’t be mad,” he slurs, his eyes fluttering closed—your hand immediately goes to his heart, finding his heartbeat. This isn’t the first time this has happened; it’s a repeating cycle where he gets high, ends up at your house, and you hear every apology in the book, but it doesn’t mean anything since he’d do it again. The new thing is you don’t yell anymore; instead, you feel the tears start rolling down your face.

“Fuck. Don’t cry. Yell at me, be mad,” Jungkook slurs, trying to reach for you, only for his arm to drop beside him.

“I can’t...” you sob, “why do you do this?” Another sob racks through your body as you pull him into your chest in a hug. His body is limp in your arms.

“Baby... I’m so fucking sorry,” he groans into your chest as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to calm down. “I love you,” he whispers, and you feel like you can’t breathe as another sob breaks out of you.

“Tell me when you’re sober,” you sniffle, knowing he wouldn’t remember in the morning, laying him down onto your bed and placing the pink covers over his shaking body. You know you’re just feeding into the cycle, but right now all you can do is cry. You prefer him in the safety of your room instead of outside on the streets. So instead, you wrap your arms around him and pray to god he’ll be okay.

“Why do you give a fuck about what I do?” Jungkook scoffs, “it’s none of your business,” he continues, but now it’s your turn to scoff.

“Right, it’s none of my business, asshole,” you throw out.

“You just don’t get it, do you? I’m not good for you,” Jungkook says, his tone much higher than he had anticipated. “I don’t give a fuck, I want you. Don’t you get that,” you frustratedly point your finger into his chest, almost annoyed that he still didn’t get it.

“You want this?” He motions between us, “us fighting all the time, because that’s all we do,” Jungkook scowls, the hard expression on his face has your heart shattering—you almost even hear the cracks as he continues to talk.

“I don’t need you being all up in my business; you’re not my mother,” Jungkook says, letting out a sigh of frustration—rubbing a hand over his face. “I care about you,” you say, looking at him, your voice betraying you as it cracks, again.

“Don’t,” he steps backwards, a shaky laugh escaping him as he avoids meeting your eyes. “Why?” You find yourself asking, making his head snap to look at you.

“Why what?” He asks, brows furrowed as he locks eyes with yours.

“Why did you lead me on then? If you don’t want me,” you ask, wrapping your hands over your waist, feeling vulnerable out in the open as you lay your heart in front of the man you were in love with. He had two choices, break it or carefully pick it up and lock it somewhere safe. You were praying he would pick option two—instead, he decided on the first option.

“What other reason would there be?” Jungkook says, his tone low, stepping closer to you, backing you into the brick wall. Your eyes move to his lips then back to his eyes.

“Maybe because you so easily would open your legs for me. All I have to do is ask,” he spits out. Before you know it, your hand is making contact with his cheek.

“Fuck you,” your teeth clench as you feel a tear stream down your face, “and this is why you shouldn’t want me,” Jungkook clicks his tongue before stepping away from you— a pained expression on his face.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Come back,” you hurriedly say as your eyes fill with tears, watching him walk away into the dark street.

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[explicit-tae]

Ungodly Hour (1)

That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).

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Word count: 1.687

Warning: idk yall, i was bored, smut, college au, jungkook is thirsty, reader is somewhat slutty but with good reasons, dirty talking, swallowing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, cumming,

Your mouth wrapped around the tip of Jungkook’s cock, twirling the head in your mouth. You only slightly (maybe more than you want to admit) the way the salty pre-cum drips into your mouth as you suck. Even better were his moans - so soft and velvety; melodic. 

if anyone was to blame it had to be your brother - he was the nuisance in your life. It was as if he intended on making your life a complete mess.

You were a good person, daughter and sister. You did what you had to do - attend classes everyday. You went to work and then home without a care. You worked at a grocery store part time and made enough to pay your half of the rent. Sure, with the price of groceries now you couldn’t be bothered to buy any. But that’s where your parents came in. You craved independence from them but only for privacy. You made sure you were there every night for dinner and sometimes if you had time, breakfast in the mornings. 

Your brother was just upset that you accidentally bought an add-on on his hulu account - but how else were you supposed to watch what you wanted if he was too cheap to pay for anything further? It was bad enough you had to sit through 2 minute ads - it was the least he could do.

This is how you now found yourself sucking Jungkook off - the same man you had been dodging ever since the pair of you met. He gave off fuck boy vibes and the last thing you needed was that in your life - until you actually did need Jungkook. The irony.

Jungkook watches with hooded eyes at the beautiful sight of you. You had now grasped the length of his cock and began to pump him, focusing more on the tip of his head. He was glad the two of you were alone - seeing as you didn’t even have the decency to take him to your room and insisted on doing this on the couch. But Jungkook wasn’t a picky person - he prayed for times such as this. You were the play hard to get type and one thing he enjoyed was the chase. 

Jungkook places a hand on the back of your head and thrusts lighty into your mouth, groaning as he does so. You allowed it. You laid your tongue flat, eyes flickering up to watch his expression. Satisfaction bubbled deep inside of you at the sight of his lust-filled expression. Dark hooded eyes, gasping lips.

“I waited, fuck…so long for this.” Jungkook groans, pumping inside of your mouth a little faster. His thumb caresses your cheek. “I told you that I’d have you one day, didn’t I?” he says smugly. 

You groan a response, throat vibrating against his cock. That bastard, you thought. Jungkook did - he told you that one day your “play hard to get” act would crumble and when it did, he’d be there. But this couldn’t count - right? You were doing this for the greater good, after all. You had shows to watch and Jungkook just so happened to be the one that had a premium account.

You feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock tickling the back of your throat, testing to see how far you’d let him go. There’s a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of your lips and it drips slowly down your chin. Your mouth was heavy - wet and warm and inviting. You were determined to make him cum and he was determined to do just that. 

Jungkook’s hand grips your hair - you moan at the sensation. He pumps just a little faster, your slurps and gagging hitting his ears and he moans at just how filthy you were for him. 

“I’m about to cum.” Jungkook groans. His free hand wipes away a lone tear that releases from your eye. “You okay?” he asks, slowing his thrusts.

Your response was to bring him deeper into your mouth, blinking up at him. You slap his thigh harshly and that was all the permission he needed to fuck your throat. He shudders, feeling his toes curl. It didn’t help that your teary eyes watched his every move - and Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Even now while he took control, you remain just as stubborn; challenging him. “F-Fuck…” Jungkook grunts. “W-Where do I cum?”

Jungkook wants to slap himself, forgetting that you can’t exactly respond to him. But he’s unsure if cumming inside of your mouth would be too intimate - but then again, you could always spit it out and he would be fine with that. 

You gag, feeling your throat swell with the warm, salty substance. You inhale through your nose and moan. “L-Let me find-” Jungkook watches as you swallow and lick your lips - he feels his cheeks redden and his heart thump.

You wipe your eyes of the pathetic tears and hum. “Don’t get big headed.” you hiss.

Jungkook smirks and bats his eyelashes. “Never.” he says. “I already made you a profile on my hulu account.”

You watch as Jungkook takes out his phone to show you the account and like state, he did make you your own profile. You snort at the name - stargirl. “I’ll text you the information to get into it.”

You place your hands onto his thighs. Your eyes lower to his cock - it wasn’t completely erect, but it wasn’t softening, either. 

“I was told I would get peacock and hbo max.” you say to him. You didn’t want to tell him that you were wet and wanted to ride him, his head was already big enough. 

“I have hbo max as an add on with hulu.” Jungkook responds, eyes darkening at the thought of feeling you. 

“Hm. That’s too bad.” you tilt your head. “I wanted to ride you.”

“I can add disney.” Jungkook responds far too quickly, mentally cursing at how desperate he appeared.

Smirking, you nod your head. “Deal.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you lift from your knees and kick off your shorts, panties flying with them. He’s erect once more at the sight of your slick trailing down your thighs. Your thighs trap him beneath you as you center yourself on him. “I’m not on any birth control.”

Jungkook gulps. His hands place themselves firmly on your hips. “I can pull out.” he nods. “Unless you want another streaming service as payment for me cumming inside of you.” he jokes - unless…

Jungkook smirks at you and you could only glare. You sit down on him completely and wipe the smirk from his lips. Your hands grip his shoulders as you begin to pound on him. It doesn’t take time for the entire sitting room is filled with your moans mixed with Jungkooks as well as skin slapping.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Jungkook murmurs, inching closer to capture your lips with his own. You never said anything against kissing is his defense.

You deepen the kiss, grinding against him. “Says the man who hasn’t stopped moaning since we started.”

Jungkook chuckles and does just that. His hands trail from your hips, to your thighs and upwards towards your breast. He grips both of your clothed breasts into his palms. “Pussy feels so good, I can’t help myself.”

You swallow your own moan back. You can’t let him know his words turn you on - he would never let you live it down. It’s bad enough you were fucking him for streaming services.

You shifted yourself, your feet firmly against the couch. You looked into his eyes as you began to bounce on him once more, satisfied that the man below you was a moaning mess - and broke eye contact first. His eyes begin to roll at the new found pleasure.

You decided that you wouldn’t hide your own pleasure anymore. Jungkook was big and this position only meant that his cock was hitting the right spot each time. 

“I know it feels good, baby.” Jungkook’s voice brings you back to reality - and so does his thumb upon your clit. His thumb rubs hastily on it, enjoying the way your pussy tightens around his cock.

“It does.” Maybe you were growing weak - but only because it did feel good. That, and the way Jungkook’s voice grows deeper and more sultry as he speaks is an added turn on. 

“What happened to the playing hard to get girl I know?” Jungkook’s now thrusting upwards inside of you to meet you halfway.

You clench around him. “Fuck you.” you murmur.

“I intend to.” Jungkook manages to laugh, his thumb leaving your clit to hook beneath your thighs. He continues where you left off, stamina unmatched. He pounds into you with such need - as if this was what he had been waiting for for who knows how long.

Your arms wrap around his neck and allow him the control - just this once. Jungkook’s reveling in your submission, murmuring dirty words in your ears as he fucks you. You were so wet - slick gripping out of you and onto his thighs - that he knew neither of you would last long.

You bite your lip when you feel Jungkook’s hands on your ass. He squeezes it with such need, moaning beautifully in your ears as his thrusts turn sloppy. “Where do I cum?” he asks suddenly.

“Anywhere.” was your response.

Jungkook took your lack of direction as a sign. His fingers lean down from your ass to find your clit once more. He toys with it as he thrusts, hellbent on making sure you cum right along with him. He wasn’t going to last - not with the way you were squeezing his cock right now.

“S-Shit!” you hiss, feeling yourself come undone right as Jungkook pulls out of you, cum leaking on your ass.

Jungkook leans against the couch and pants. There was no way he was going to leave you alone after this - but that’s okay because he knows you’ll close up once more and play that game you’ve been playing. Jungkook loved the chase and deep down, so do you.

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#bts college au #college au #bangtanwritershq #bts smut #btsmasterlist2022 #btswritersclub #bangtan smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #fake tweets #explicit-tae #bangtanwriters net #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #jungkook college au #ungodly hour #jungkook friends with benefits #bts fwb

[jessikahathaway]

Cat Got Your Tongue? - JJK (M)

Hello everyone! I’m back with another Jungkook fic because I have Jk brain rot rn. Please enjoy the story and just as a reminder to everyone-I am no longer doing taglists. I apologize for the inconvenience to anyone, but please enjoy the fic! Feel free to send in asks or chat with me, I love to hear from you all <3

Special thank you to Ryn @queenofthedamnit​ and Ella @oddinary4bts​ for Betaing this fic for me! I appreciate you both very much!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Genre: College!AU, FWB to Lovers, Romance, Smut, lil bit of angst

Warnings: Miscommunication, emotionally constipated OC (who’s surprised? not me), fuckboy jk (that is a warning y’all), Reader is a member of BM’s Big Tiddy Gang, Hobi and Joonie being boyfriends (because I love them both), sick kitten (she gets better!), vet tech yoongles (phew that’s an entirely different wip), SMUT WARNINGS: Virgin Reader, loss of virginity, oral sex (male and female receiving), protected and unprotected sex (do the former not the latter), creampie, vaginal sex, breif daddy Kink (i’m sorry Ella), dirty talk, titty sucking, hair pulling, Jk gets freak nasty.

Words: 18.1k

Summary: You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

“Honestly, this is ridiculous.”

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair as you tried in vain to study.

“I don’t see why you’re having so many issues lately,” Namjoon, your tutor and quasi friend, sighed before rubbing his face in mutual frustration.

“I don’t either!” you cried, resting your head in your hands. It was rare for you to be frustrated or worked up... Or show any emotion other than moderate irritation.

It was that time of year again where the big exams start hitting before you can run off and celebrate with your friends-well, more like celebrate with a big glass of wine and a job well done. And hopefully you won’t lose your scholarship and have to go back home to the absolute anarchy that is your home life.

The middle child of seven you hate everything that life had to offer you.

It was stagnant. They were comfortable with mediocrity, you were not. You had drive, and passion and you weren’t going to waste it by staying in the same dinky town with your four older brothers and two younger twin sisters.

Since you weren’t into the sports scene like all of your brothers, and you weren’t young and docile like the twins you were kind of outcasted by your family. You knew they loved you in their own way, but it wasn’t enough to make you stay when you turned old enough for college.

Your parents helped you with what they could but it’s hard being parents to seven children. Let alone one that wants to travel damn near four hours for school.

They made it happen, and so did you.

Nothing was going to keep you away from this. Not a damn thing.

So, you came here with an objective and you won’t leave without accomplishing it to the absolute best of your ability. And that meant failure wasn’t an option.

But right now?

It was encroaching a little too close for your comfort.

Namjoon was a saint, he was patient and tried every way to explain something to you in hopes of being able to ease your worries and midterm stress but there was really nothing he could do. Nothing was sticking and it was just causing you more and more frustration and anxiety.

“Hey, don’t freak out,” Namjoon tried to calm you. “Maybe you just need to... I don’t know, get all your pent up frustration out, hm? Maybe like kickboxing or um... Regular boxing? I don’t know, something where you can hit stuff with your tiny fists.”

“I love that you think that was a compliment,” you sighed in defeat. “I’m gonna fail, I’m gonna have to go back home and I’m gonna have to be some wife for a fucking farmer. I’ll have to have ninety children and my vagina is gonna look like-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there because no part of me wants to know what a vagina looks like after ninety children okay? Okay,” he said, face turning slightly green at the thought. “And no, you aren’t going to fail, you aren’t going to go home and be a farmer's wife unless you want to. You’re not going to give up either.”

You gave Namjoon a very rare, but genuine smile and he squeezed your shoulder gently.

“Joonie!” a bright voice called.

Before Namjoon could blink his boyfriend, Hoseok, was on his back.

“Oof!”

Laughter filled the air between the two and you waved at Hoseok neutrally. He gave you his beaming smile that always made you want to return it. Although you weren’t sure your smile was that blinding.

“What’s up? Did they cancel practice early?” Namjoon asked.

“Nah, they’re doing lower level stuff today so the teacher said I could take it off. Because I am a protege as they say,” he snickered.

Namjoon just pushed him before turning back to you. “You’re gonna do fine, Y/N, promise. We can schedule another time but I think you should probably take a break,” he said.

That dreaded word.

Break.

What does it mean? Why?

To stop something?

Or for something to do the act of breaking as in falling apart?

You didn’t like breaks. They gave you time to think, they gave you time to ruminate over your own issues and anxieties and then you found yourself wallowing. No distractions means too much time alone.

Seeing as how you have few friends, even fewer since moving here.

Namjoon was your tutor, but you wouldn’t say that you were like... Super friends or anything. He cares about you, it's in his nature, but you two rarely hung out outside of study sessions. Hoseok you knew by association with Namjoon.

There was Yeji, she was a freshman this year and had asked for some help with a project after seeing you as the TA. You’d fallen into a mother hen role with her and will literally fight anyone who tries to hurt her. She’s your baby, you birthed her. But you don’t really see her as a friend friend, if that makes sense. You feel responsible for her, but you know she’s not stupid either. She’s a capable young woman.

A few of your friends back home, Felix and Bomi are always available for a chat if necessary as well. But they still live there, and their mindsets are very much of the small town variety.

Nothing wrong with that, but you’d rather not get stuck in a place where people either don’t care to grow and try to force others to think the same as them.

Ah, herd mentality, thou art a heartless bitch.

Okay, maybe your comfort show is the big bang theory, who cares?

“Y/N...?”

Ah, people were still here.

“Right, sorry...” you mumbled.

Hoseok looked at you with a small pout before looking at the papers. He’d never seen you struggle so much. “What’s wrong, Y/N? Everything okay in that wonderfully smart brain of yours?”

You winced, because right now you felt everything but wonderfully smart. “Um, not particularly, but I’ll figure it out I guess. And not through boxing,” you said, giving a pointed look to Namjoon who just seemed more embarrassed than anything.

“You know, you’re rather feisty when necessary,” Hoseok chuckled. “Boxing would be  entertaining.”

“I’m not the sporty type, I’m afraid,” you said, resting back on the chair.

“Why did you suggest boxing in the first place?” Hoseok asked, trying to catch up.

Namjoon frowned before sighing. “She’s frustrated and angry at herself, I was trying to think of a good outlet that would maybe get her to focus a little bit.”

Hoseok nodded. “Well, I mean there’s always sex,” he pointed out.

You froze while Namjoon perked up. “Fuck! You’re right!’

Hoseok smiled at his boyfriend like the fucking psychopath that he is while suggesting you do something so... so out your depth.

“See, Y/N?” Hoseok offered. “Just find a nice boy or girl or nonbinary individual who strikes your fancy and... well, let it out.”

“I know you think that will help, but it won’t,” you frowned.

“Why? Sex always helps me get out a little pent up frustration,” Namjoon said with a pout.

Hoseok nodded wistfully. “Oh yes, it certainly does,” he smiled with a cheeky wink.

“Right,” you said, voice cold and chopped while you gathered your materials.

“I’m sorry, Y/N I didn’t mean to overstep-” Hoseok started but you stood quickly and ignored him.

“Namjoon, can we meet again in two days? My project isn’t due until next Saturday so I’ll have some time to rest,” you said.

The older man looked at his boyfriend who looked rather guilty before nodding. “Yeah, I’ll send you a message with schedule times and you let me know what works for you.”

You nodded before heading off towards the exit of the library. You didn’t turn back to see Hoseok and Namjoon share a worried look before you left the premises.

--

“I mean it’s not a bad idea,” Yeji said as she worked on her project in the classroom after the lecture.

“Are you kidding me?” you said, turning to look at her as you wiped the whiteboard down.

“Not usually no, it goes over your head when I try,” she said. “You’re very literal.”

You pouted before turning back to the board. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It can be,” Yeji said, eyes still on her laptop.

“If this is a Y/N roasting session-”

Yeji shut her laptop and looked at you, genuine care swirling in her eyes. “It’s not that Y/N, you know that.”

You shut your mouth.

Yeji had a tendency to go on tangents when she felt strongly about something or someone or a topic. She was gearing up for one right now and you had a feeling you were not ready for what she was going to say.

“Why do you think that having sex to let loose and have a little pleasure and fun is such a bad thing?” she asked, resting her head on her hand.

“I-I don’t think it’s bad,” you defended. “I just don’t think it’s for me.”

“But you wouldn’t know,” she countered.

With a sigh you faced her fully, crossing your arms before looking her dead in the eye. “I’m a virgin, Yeji. I’ve got the V-card very much so intact and probably not going anywhere any time soon.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” she said. “And you don’t have to go all the way with another person. You can just do oral or mutual masturbation or-”

You waved your hand dismissively. “I’m not interested in having sex that’s going to last two minutes and leave me feeling sticky and used, thank you.”

“Not all sex is like that,” Yeji said kindly. “If you find someone you have good sexual chemistry with then it likely won’t happen.”

“I’m on a college campus. Where am I going to find someone who isn’t a one pump chump?”

“I think you have a very skewed vision of what sex is,” Yeji sighed. “Sex isn’t supposed to be crazy all the time. Sometimes it is just one pump and done, for some people that’s enough. Then there are times where you’re edged to the moon and back and then there’s casual. You’ve pigeon-holed something you know nothing about because you know nothing about it and it makes you uncomfortable. You like knowing everything, you like not being caught off guard because when you are, it makes you feel like you’re back home all over again.”

Your heart was trembling in your chest.

“I tend to forget you’re a psych major,” you sighed, but she just gives you a reassuring smile. She may be young but she has an intuition and perceptivity not common in anyone period. Age negated. “It’s not that I don’t want to have sex... I-I just don’t think I want a relationship right now and I also don’t want to be disappointed. Is it wrong of me to have expectations?”

Yeji shook her head. “Not really, at least I don’t think so. There’s nothing wrong with expressing your wants and needs to someone. It’s also not a bad thing to want sex and to not want a relationship. There’s several people who enjoy sex but are happily unmarried or whatever. It’s your choice.”

You nodded. “Okay... Okay-if! If! It is a very big if...” you muttered. “If I decided I wanted to do it with someone, where would I even start?”

The younger woman’s face broke out in a smile at you. “I think I might have just the guy.”

--

“Jeon Jungkook, 25, senior and sports science major. He’s a little older than you but not by much. He’s also got quite the repertoire of sexual prowess,” Yeji winked.

You two were in your apartment late one evening. You and Namjoon had met today and you apologized for your attitude at the last meeting and begged him to apologize to Hoseok as well.

He was shocked at your urgency but was quick to apologize as well.

“What kind of repertoire are we talking about here?” you asked, applying the face mask carefully.

“Well,” she began, sitting cross legged on your bed with a mask of her own on. “He’s super attractive, just look at those legs my god...”

“Describe more please,” you said, painting on your clay mask with intensive care.

“Apparently he’s into sports, photography and food,” she said, scrolling on her phone.

“That’s pretty generic,” you sighed.

“I’m not done,” she pouted.

You turned to squint at her. “Don’t pout it’ll ruin your mask, keep talking, I haven't said no yet.”

Yeji nodded before scrolling down some more. “Oooh, he’s kinky,” Yeji chuckled.

Your brows rose in shock. You sputtered out a feeble, “W-What do you mean, kinky?”

“Well, it’s an older picture but he’s got a girl on a leash and shit for halloween,” she chuckled.

“Okay, I’m not hating on the BDSM community but I don’t really wanna be on a leash before losing my virginity,” you said, finally finishing your mask before coming out to join her on your bed.

“Just look at him,” she said, handing you her phone while she went to pee.

And look you did.

This man was the epitome of the male specimen. He was handsome, toned and strong, he had an attractive face and beautiful jawline that was enough to make you cry. Soft cheeks and surprisingly gentle doe eyes that looked into the camera a few times.

Although he did seem like the typical fuck boy.

“He’s got a tongue emoji and a water spray emoji in his bio, what the fuck,” you sighed.

“He’s allowed to advertise if that’s what he’s offering,” Yeji said as she wandered back out.

“Okay, I’ll at least say he’s cute,” you admitted, looking at some of the other photos on his account. He had really nice pictures on here, some of the city and others of the campus.

“Cute? Cute?! Y/N, you’re looking at all the soft ones,” she complained.

“Am I not supposed to?” you asked in confusion.

Yeji sighed before taking her phone back. “Would you have sex with him?”

You thought it over for a moment. “I mean I’d probably have to meet him beforehand but I can’t deny that he’s attractive to me.”

She nodded in excitement. “Alright, perfect. Then we just need to get you to approach him!”

You felt your blood run cold. “I-I have to approach him?”

Yeji blanked. “You think he’s just gonna walk up to you and say, ‘hey! Saw you were a virgin looking for some great sex for stress relief. How about now? Or Tuesday at six thirty?’ Y/N, of course you’ll have to make the first move. You’re the one seeking him out.”

Damn, when she puts it that way.

“Okay! Okay okay, fine. How? Where do I find this elusive fuck boy?” you asked, laying back.

“Well, I’d suggest a party but those really aren’t your scene. Unless you want to go, in which case I have several dresses that would gladly take the fall for your endeavors,” she said.

“Yeji you’re very sweet to offer, but I’m afraid my boobs are a tad bigger than yours,” you sighed.

And by a tad, you meant a lot.

You were born in a farming community! The women were... curvier than average...

“Yeah, we should probably find something that will accentuate those bad boys. Or girls... However you want to gender them I guess, if at all,” she said.

“Yeji,” you sighed. “I don’t want to go to a party. I’d rather keep this as transactional as possible.”

“Well... I mean sex isn’t supposed to be a transaction unless you’re into that, but it doesn’t have to be a big deal, Y/N. Promise. It can be just a simple, ‘hey, I’m looking to lose my virginity and I don’t want it to be a total disaster, care to help me out?’ and if he says no then you move on to other avenues.”

Doesn’t have to be a big deal?

Yeah right...

--

Finding the said campus fuck boy was harder than anticipated.

But, of course, you find him on the worst of days...

Your period had come three days early, the cramps were worse than usual and you hadn’t showered in two days due to your bathroom flooding in your apartment.

But after a very desperate and tear filled phone call, Yeji confirmed you could crash at her dorm. Her roommate had moved out in search of a single bedroom dorm so she said the bed was yours as long as you needed it.

Thank God for Yeji.

So, as you waddled to your campus library you sat down in the stiff ass wooden chair and got to work. Thankfully, the place was empty, besides for Seokjin who mainly just read magazines and scoffed for comedic effect. Although, he was nice to look at when the words on your pages started swirling together.

Just as you were settling into your routine, you heard the door to the library opening. Seokjin’s voice called out.

“Yah! Jungkook,” he hollered. “Your book is almost a week overdue.”

Your head snapped towards the door. And, like some cruel universal joke against you, the very man you were trying to have in your bed walked in looking like a four course meal... While you felt and appeared to have just been recently run over by a semi-truck.

“Ah, sorry Jin,” he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

You caught yourself right before the perfectly timed swoon.

Stop!

He’s here! You finally have your chance to talk to him, and better yet, you’re alone!

Well... Sans the weirdly attractive librarian.

“Do you have the book?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking at the... what is he doing with his foot? Why is he toeing the ground like some character in an anime?

“You see, ah, Jin,” he said, coming closer to the counter.

“No, I don’t see a book, nothing to see but a gigantic pain in my ass,” Jin sighed.

“I have the book... I guess technically, I have half of it,” Jungkook explained.

“No,” Jin said.

“Huh?”

“Nope, you did not just come in here with half a late book and expect me to save your stupid ass again,” the librarian scolded.

Jungkook gave an entirely too adorable pout for a senior sports med major.

But you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. You found that you were staring, so quickly you turned your head back towards your studies, seemingly indifferent to the men behind you.

You put your headphones on but then their conversation continued.

“I love you,” Jungkook whined. “Please? Please please please just let me off the hook this last time and I’ll give you Bitna’s socials?”

Jin was quiet for a second. “And that other friend of yours, the cute one who wore the crop top at the last party we were at together,” he said.

“Eunwoo?”

“That’s the one.”

“Deal.”

Jin gave a pained sigh before speaking again. “Alright, now that you’re done being a public menace what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”

“Not too sure, but-oh,” Jungkook stopped. “Sorry Jin, I didn’t know there were people here right now.”

“Ah, she’s here all the time, don’t worry about it.”

They’re talking like you aren’t there, so either they saw your headphones and assumed you weren’t listening or they really didn’t care about you listening in.

“What’s her name? Do you know?” Jungkook asked.

“Hah, good luck,” Jin said, making some noise so he was probably getting back to work.

Good, finally be useful you handsome brat.

“What? Is she not into guys?” you could hear the questioning tone taking over his voice.

“Not too sure, I’ve seen her with the same three people damn near all year. She doesn’t do human interaction it appears, her name is Y/N. Always returns her books at least a week early or comes in and renews them, you know, like a polite young lady! Unlike you, freaking barbarian,” he huffed.

“Hmm, she’s pretty,” he said, it wasn’t said in a way that would make you uncomfortable. He was saying it in a way that was just observational.

“Yeah, but watch out. She’s kinda mean sometimes, she told me once my haircut made me look like a Newfoundland! Those big freaking water dogs that look horrific when they’re wet!” He whined softly.

Ah.

Damn.

You did unfortunately say that to him.

But you didn’t mean it entirely in a bad way...

“Aww, poor thing,” Jungkook laughed.

“Go over there and get shot down, then you won’t be so happy,” the librarian was speaking in pout.

“Fine!” Jungkook said.

Your heart picked up speed.

Fuck!

What do you say? What do you do??

This attractive man was coming over to talk to you-

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder.

With a jolt you turned instinctively to look back and saw that Jungkook was now much much much closer. He smelled incredible. He smelt like sandalwood and spice, his skin was glowing and his eyes were crinkled with a cute little smile on his face.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” he said, offering you his hand.

“I know,” you said and your hand flew to your mouth as your eyebrows raised at the blunt words that came out of you.

Jungkook just chuckled softly. “Then I’m sorry for not extending the kindness to you, what’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you said.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Your heart was beating so fast and you couldn’t calm it no matter how much you tried to ‘breathe through your nose and out through your mouth.’

Well, maybe it didn’t work if you were doing it at the speed of sound.

“Pretty, I like that. Don’t know that I’ve heard it before,” he stated, walking around to sit in the chair next to you. He did stop before sitting down and looked at you before you gave him a gentle nod that he could join you.

At least he had manners.

He was already way ahead of the average male on this campus.

“Thanks,” you said with a gentle tone.

“So, what’s your major?” he asked. “Any grand dreams after leaving uni or are you just going to run head first into tomorrow without looking back?” His tone was light, joking. But you still felt your heart hammering in your chest. What the hell was wrong with you?

“Uh... Well, I’m a History major with a minor in English,” you said, smoothing your notes down with your hands nervously.

Jungkook nodded in acknowledgement. “That sounds tough, I never had the patience for foreign languages,” he pouted. “If I’m not good at it right away I tend to get bored easily.”

“What’s your major?” you asked, even though you knew it already.

“Oh, I’m a sports med senior,” he said with a soft smile.

You nodded, looking back at your notes. Jungkook gazed at your papers and then his eyes moved back up to you.

“So, do you have any classes today?” he offered, resting his head on his hand as he watched you fiddle with the same notebook.

“No, I’m done for the week,” you answered honestly.

“Would you like to hang out with me then?” he asked.

You turned and raised a brow, confused at his interest. Even though this is what you’d been hoping for.

“You hardly know me, what are we gonna do?” you asked.

Jungkook chuckled. “I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t hoping for at least your number,” he said.

Your eyes widened at his statement.

“And maybe a bit of fun too if you’re interested. I’m not looking for anything serious, if you’re not into it then I’m cool with leaving you be. Just thought I’d shoot my shot,” he said with a little wink.

You could feel the heat on your face as you looked at the table awkwardly. “I-I’m interested,” you said, voice soft.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he smiled at you. “Really? Well... how about we get out of here then? Your place or mine?” he offered.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. “U-Uh mine is currently flooded, unfortunately... And I can’t do it today, exactly,” you said, already embarrassed.

“No?” he asked, voice gently teasing.

“I’m uh... well,” you struggled to say it. “Currently having to put those activities on hold.”

Jungkook looked confused before he seemed to understand. His eyes widened a bit before giving a softer nod. “I see, I apologize. The last thing you probably want is some guy hitting on you right now, sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude about it.”

You shook your head quickly. “No! No no, it’s fine. I would’ve said something if I wasn’t comfortable, but thanks.”

“Well, when you’re feeling better maybe we can hang out,” he said with a cute little smirk.

“Um... yeah, that’d be fun,” you said.

“Then give me your phone, I’ll put my number in there,” he said, holding his hand out. Like a robot you dropped your phone into his open palm with ease. You were shocked at how quickly you did it too.

He quickly put his number in, sending himself a text so he had your number as well. He handed you your phone back carefully, giving you a little smile as you tucked it away.

“Well, I’m going to head out. But, let me know when you want to get together, I think we could have some fun,” he said with a wink before standing up and walking out the door.

Jin watched with a shocked expression while Jungkook flipped him off before blowing him a kiss.

What in the hell did you get yourself into?

--

After the most awkward meeting with the campus fuckboy, you find yourself panicking when he texts you first.

Four days later.

Your period had ended, thank god. So now, you were trying to make plans to finally get your cherry popped as it were.

Yeji thought you were being hilarious while you fretted over what to send him.

“Honestly, Y/N, he sent you a hello text with the waving hand emoji, it’s not that serious. Just say hi back,” she encouraged.

“How? What do I say, Yeji?” You cried, holding your phone to your chest as if it could help calm your racing heart.

“Legit, just say Hi with a smiley face,” Yeji said with a pout.

“Okay, okay I can do that,” you stressed.

Jungkook: hello 👋

You: hi 😊

Jungkook: are you feeling okay?

You turned to Yeji with a worried face. “He’s asking me if I’m okay! I was on my period when we spoke oh fuck I wanna die-”

“Christ! Y/N! Quit being so dramatic, it’s fine. You’re fine. It’s all fine!”

Yeji was rubbing her temples and you swallowed hard.

She was right.

This was supposed to be an even exchange between you and the fuckboy. So you might as well cut to the chase. It didn’t have to be so difficult, right?

You: yeah, I feel fine thank you.

Jungkook: sure, did you want to hang out tonight?

You: can we be transparent?

Jungkook: ah, are my male charms coming off too strong? Sorry, but this is me asking to get in your pants if you want to. If not, that’s fine too.

You: no worries. I’m interested but I’ve got a bit of an issue.

Jungkook: ah, inexperienced?

You: you know I was hoping it wasn’t too obvious.

Jungkook: 😂 I get that

You: so is that okay?

Jungkook: yeah, I’ll send you my address and you can come over.

You: okay 👌

You turned to Yeji with a panicked expression. “He wants me to come over now…”

She nodded excitedly. “Alright! Grab some of your cute underwear and go! I’ll keep my phone on, you just showered so you’re in prime time for some good ole fashioned hanky panky,” Yeji teased.

You nodded. “Alright, okay. I got this, I can do this.”

You grabbed some lingerie you bought online in a wine drunken stupor and threw it on.

The deep teal color looked ravishing on you. The bra securing your girls into place. You grabbed some stockings and rolled them up your legs and threw on a simple skirt and long sleeve shirt before heading towards the door.

Yeji gave you a reassuring squeeze before you left.

“If you need me just give me a call, okay?” She asked.

You nodded gratefully before heading out the door.

Half an hour later you were at what you hoped was Jungkook’s apartment.

You knocked on the door, standing outside and holding your arms nervously. A few moments passed before Jungkook opened the door. He looked at you before giving you a quick smile as he stepped back to let you in.

With a small smile you walked in and looked around. Everything was relatively clean. It was obvious someone lived here but at the same time it wasn’t filthy, a little cluttered in some areas but overall rather nice.

“It smells nice in here,” you commented.

Jungkook winked. “I lit some candles for you,” he said.

You rolled your eyes before putting your purse on the counter.

“So,” Jungkook said, grabbing some drinks from the fridge. “When you say inexperienced, how little we talking?”

You froze.

“Uh… well,” you squirmed as you stood in place. Trying not to feel too awkward. Usually, you were the one making others squirm with inexperience. Your brain was clearly scrambling trying to make you not sound like a complete idiot.

Jungkook approached with a drink, just a can of Coke, but it was thoughtful nonetheless.

“I’m a virgin,” you said, holding the bright red can in your hand. The moment seemed oddly poetic.

“Ah, I see,” Jungkook nodded. “Well that changes things a bit.”

You looked at him quickly. Why did he sound like that?

“I’m sorry… is-is that a bad thing?” You asked. Usually you were far more confident than this, but everything this involved was out of your depth.

“Oh, no. It’s not bad to be a virgin, sex should happen when you’re ready and comfortable. That’s not what I’m getting at. I just don’t personally sleep with a lot of virgins,” he said, shrugging as he took a drink.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Personal, but all right,” he teased. “It’s a lot of pressure to be the only one with experience. Having to teach you not only what I like but what you like too. And, virgins tend to get a little attached. Not saying that’s a bad thing, for some people their virginity is important and what not but-it’s a lot of work.”

You pouted.

Well you didn’t think about it like that. You thought all men had that inner desire to take someone’s first time. It was pretty sexist looking back on it, so you apologized internally to the general populace before looking at Jungkook to do the same.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that, I understand if you don’t want to-uh… sleep with me,” you said, rubbing your neck.

Jungkook chuckled. “Ah, that’s not the case either. I said I don’t sleep with a lot of virgins, not that I haven’t in the past or wouldn’t continue to do so. I’m just pickier, I guess,” he said, giving you a soft smile. “I’m very much interested in sleeping with you.”

“Why?” You asked, eyes big with confusion.

Jungkook came closer, starting to back your body up against his wall. “Well, physically you’re my type. And, you’re a little awkward so it’s fun to tease you. Also, I saw a peek of your bra when you bent over to take your shoes off and I almost fucking busted,” he said. “Your tits are incredible…”

You flushed at the blatant flirting.

“I can take my shirt off and show you more,” you offered, hands already on the hem of your shirt.

“Mm, maybe in a minute. Let me kiss you first,” he offered, coming closer. You instinctually tensed up, eyes shutting tight as you tried to keep your breathing level. You waited for a moment for his lips to touch yours but they never did.

All you heard was a soft chuckle. “You look like you ate a lemon, do you not want to kiss me?”

Your eyes popped open before giving him a frown. “I do, I’ve never kissed anyone though... I don’t know what to do.”

Jungkook’s brows raised. “Wow, never been kissed either huh?”

“No, I didn’t want to be distracted,” you said quietly. “But... But now I want the distraction, so, please kiss me?”

He didn’t need any more encouragement as he leaned in and brought your lips together. You didn’t know what to do so you just let him press against you for the moment, until he was pulling back and looking at you with soft eyes. “You need to breathe, Y/N,” he said.

With a woosh of air you realized you’d been holding your breath since he leaned in. Your head went spinny and Jungkook held you by your waist to keep you up, even though there really wasn’t any danger of you falling. “Easy pretty,” he cooed while making your heart race almost painfully. “Want me to kiss you more? I’ll show you how to do it,” he whispered softly against your pouting lips.

You followed the rhythm of his mouth, gently pushing when he pulled and vice versa. It wasn’t rocket science, but there was a definite pattern you had to work hard at mastering. But, finally, Jungkook pulled back with a lazy smile.

“Hey, that one was pretty good. Can you do it again?” he asked, moving in to crowd your space again.

With light hands you wrapped them around his neck. Jungkook placed his hands on the small of your back now, pressing the two of you together tighter than before. A soft gasp fell from your lips as you grabbed his shoulders.

Jungkook chuckled before ducking his head into your neck and placing soft kisses along your collarbone and shoulders.

More comfortable with the proceedings than before, you moved to allow him space to move his mouth. Jungkook sighed against you, licking his lips as he pulled back. You looked into his eyes and swallowed the lump that threatened to form in your throat.

“Let’s go to my room,” he said, eagerly moving you throughout the apartment.

Rather quickly you were moved into a tidy space that had you-admittedly-surprised.

“Oh, it’s really nice in here,” you said, looking around before Jungkook was moving into your space once more.

“Thank you, I’m thinking of redecorating,” he said, holding your waist.

“But it’s nice-”

“I’m gonna throw this shirt over there, your bra over there and your panties on the lamp,” he winked, making your heart thud dangerous in your chest.

“Wouldn’t that start a fire?”

“Not if you’re wet enough,” he smirked.

God damn, who knew fuck boys could talk like this??

You sent a prayer out to whatever deity would be listening. God? The President? An Alexa for fucksake? Anything that would keep your heart from absolutely obliterating your rib cage as this man teased you and played with your body.

However, you noticed the distinct lack of stress from your tests and exams and damned assignments. Your mind was fully occupied with Jungkook and his kisses and wandering hands.

How could you worry about those pesky responsibilities if this man killed you from lust?

Jungkook was laying you on his bed as he groped your chest with one hand while the other held him over your body. Next, his lips. They were tangled with yours, which were finally comfortable within the pattern and changes he was executing. You were a quick learner, and this was proving to be no different.

Thank fuck.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked, hands running under the hem of your thin shirt. His hands caressed your skin, making your body jolt at the newfound sensations. With hot cheeks you nodded, letting him peel the garment from you with ease as he tossed it away.

Redecorating indeed.

Jungkook gaped at your breasts sitting in your bra. Well, rather being suffocated by it at this point. His eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight of your tits. He kissed the top of your cleavage, leaving gentle nips and sucks along the flesh causing shivers to roll down your spine in lust.

You leaned up briefly to unclip your bra, letting the straps drop from your shoulders and down to your elbows. Jungkook eagerly moved and helped you toss the piece away from your body.

“The color was pretty, but holy shit your tits are amazing,” he breathed, kissing your throat and neck. “Can I suck on them?”

You nodded quickly, giving him the green light which he accepted gratefully.

“Jungkook!” you gasped as he sucked a hot hickey into the bottom of your breast.

He smiled and looked at you. “Yes baby? What’s the matter?”

“That scared me,” you said, pushing his shoulder in annoyance. But honestly you were just being fussy at the embarrassment his touch was bringing you. You’d never felt this out of your depth. Not knowing stuff made you nervous, and your body didn’t understand half of what was going on. Jungkook didn’t seem annoyed, however, at your attitude. His eyes just got softer as he leaned in.

“Did it really scare you? Or are you embarrassed? Cause it’s normal, don’t be embarrassed baby, your tits are so pretty... They almost don’t fit in my palms,” he said, cupping your chest and palming one to prove his point. “So sexy...”

“F-Feels good,” you huffed softly,

He hummed, squeezing your breast and rubbing his thumb across your nipple teasingly. “You’re so sexy, baby,” he teased. He leaned down and captured your other nipple between his lips and lathed his tongue across it.

“Oh~” you mewled out. “Jungkook...”

“Y/N, you’re gonna make me bust in my pants if you say my name like that...”

“Just like it,” you mumbled, lips pouting as you squeezed your eyes shut at the pleasurable sensations running through your body.

“I know you do honey,” he purred, kissing your cleavage and across your tender chest. Sucking and nipping along the way, he found your nipple again and gently pulled it into his mouth, teasing it to a peak with his tongue. His thumb rolled across your other one, pinching it and tugging the flesh to bud just as the one in his mouth.

“F-Fuck...” you stammered, struggling to keep your mind functioning. It was difficult when almost all of these sensations were new. His lips kissing and touching along your lips and skin, his hand rough but tender on your flesh, his voice speaking hot and arousing words into your ears. It was a marvel you hadn’t combusted yet.

“J-Jungkook,” you whispered, making his head perk up at your breathless call.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes matching yours as he panted. His lips were glossy from his spit that was also covering your chest.

“Don’t stop, please,” you said, voice weak and whiny.

You’d never heard yourself make noises like this. Other than when masturbating. And honestly, that usually had to be a silent affair. Burying your pleasure in your hand as you came. But you didn’t have to be quiet now, and Jungkook seemed hell bent on ensuring you were everything but.

“Fuck, I won’t,” he breathed. “Unless you tell me to stop I won’t.”

As bare minimum as that statement was, it still made you feel more comfortable around him. The words he spoke were genuine, he wasn’t going to force you.

“Take your shirt off,” you said, tugging on the bottom of it.

Jungkook smirked as he sat up from you, pulling his top up and off of his frame. He tossed it to join yours, wherever it had landed. They were long forgotten and gladly so at this point. He leaned over you once more, showing off his tattoos that had your mouth watering in surprise. You knew he had them, but to see them up close like this was something else entirely. Jungkook was fucking hot, and the further you went the more you realized this was going to be the perfect remedy for your annoying study slump.

“Like it baby?” he asked, running his thumb across your bottom lip to tease the swelling flesh with a teasing glance.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I like it a lot...”

He smiled, bringing his lips to yours once more. “Can I touch your pussy? Wanna feel you...”

“B-Be gentle,” you stuttered, despite your best efforts.

“Of course, Y/N,” he said, running his hand underneath your skirt and touching your wetness with a soft breath. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby... little pussy is waiting for me huh?”

“I-I,” you whispered, a gasp leaving your lips at his thumb pressing against your clit softly. His breath fanned across your face softly, his eyes looking at your expression with intensity.

“You need to tell me if something hurts, okay? It shouldn’t be unbearable and it won’t hurt for too long, if it does let me know,” he said, running a finger down to your entrance and teasing your hole gingerly. “Gonna be snug for me, yeah?” he asked, hooking his fingers into your panties and tugging them off your legs.

“Yes,” you breathed, answering both of his questions with that single word. Jungkook’s eyes leveled with yours for a moment before pushing his finger inside you. You squeaked softly, heart hammering in your chest as your pussy swallowed his finger greedily. He captured your lips in a kiss that was entirely too consuming for you to think of anything other than his presence above you and inside of you.

He didn’t even stick his cock inside you yet but it was still wholly overwhelming. Is this what it felt like to be feminine? Your whole life you hadn’t really given a shit about you. All you cared about was your passion and your drive but ultimately... you had gotten lost in the sea of success. Leaving yourself as collateral.

Jungkook was awakening things inside of you, things you weren’t certain you were ready to deal with but... But perhaps it didn’t matter right now.

All that mattered right now was the sensations he was pulling from your body. Because shit... he felt so so fucking good.

“J-Jungkook,” you whined out, hands reaching for his arms.

He shushed you, pushing another finger inside you as his thumb continued to pet your clit. “It feels like a lot, doesn’t it baby?”

You nodded your head, holding his bicep with one hand while you bit your knuckle on the other.

“It doesn’t hurt, right?” he said, looking into your eyes.

“No, j-ust a lot, like you said,” you breathed, trying to keep yourself even moderately in check. But honestly? The longer you stayed with Jungkook, the less you felt the necessity to hide and be shy. He didn’t seem to be expecting anything, he knew of your lacking experience but didn’t seem dissuaded by it.

“Then you lay there and take what I give you like a good girl,” he said, kissing your jaw as he started to pump his hand inside your pulsing core slowly.

You wish you could cringe at that basic fuckboy response, but the rasp in his voice and the bob of his throat as he felt your walls clench around his fingers at his words made you unable to snark at him. Because even if it was basic, it was turning you on.

“O-Okay,” you whimpered, turning your head to connect your lips with his.

“Jesus,” he breathed, kissing you back eagerly. “You pick up quick,” he said with a soft smile. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”

You did as he said, holding his face between your hands as you kissed him messily. Jungkook kept pumping your pussy to create the desperate ache in your lower stomach and cunt. He adjusted your kiss and lips every so often, detaching from your tempting mouth to kiss at your neck and shoulder as he worked your body over.

Finally, you could hardly take it. “J-Jungkook,” you whispered. “I-I’m gonna cum, please-”

He nodded. “I’ll get you there baby, need you nice and wet when I fuck you,” he sighed, finding your tells quickly. “Cream my fingers, Y/N, want to see you do it.”

With his words ringing in your ears you cried out your release, cumming hard on his fingers just as he wanted. Your hips and thighs trembled as he rubbed your pussy walls to coax your climax through you.

“Good girl, easy baby, did so good for me,” he whispered against your chest. “Breathe, Y/N, it’s alright.”

You didn’t realize you were still shaking. You’d never felt like that before. Heart stammering just as much as the rest of your blissed out body.

“Holy shit,” you said, voice weak and thin from panting and whining.

“Made a mess babe,” he teased, eyes sparkling with desire and lust for you. He put his fingers in his mouth for a moment before looking at your core with a hungry gaze. “Can I have a taste, Y/N? I’ll be gentle...” he murmured, leaning down and kissing your lower stomach as if to hold himself back. Carefully, he slid the stockings down and off of your legs, sending you a teasing wink-as if thanking you for the sexy attire.

“Y-Yeah, you can for a bit but... but I want you to fuck me,” you said.

Jungkook chuckled before kissing your sensitive pussy with tender lips. “Believe me, if you manage to walk out of here I will count it as a failure.”

You rolled your eyes but there wasn’t any genuine irritation. His voice was coated in sarcasm and gentle teasing, making you relax even further into his embrace.

“Tug on my hair,” he said. “Want you to tug on my hair while I eat your pussy...” he husked, leading your hand to his silky locks.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you breathed, watching his head move closer to your core.

“I hope you do,” he winked before diving in.

A sharp gasp came from your throat without you even thinking about it. The reaction was utterly instinctual as Jungkook brought his tongue to your clit, rolling around it-careful of your sensitivity. He moaned against your core, as if your flavor was enough to turn him on.

Jungkook was licking and sucking loudly. It seemed so messy and utterly vulgar but you couldn’t help but watch with morbid fascination as your core leaked more and more wetness at Jungkook’s actions.

“Yes baby, give it to me,” he groaned against your core. “Fucking wet little cunt,” he growled.

“Jungkook!” you whined, hand finally gripping on the strands of his hair.

He huffed hotly against your thigh as he kissed and sucked hickies into the supple flesh. “Fuck-fuck! Your pussy tastes so good,” he seemed almost shocked. “Fucking best pussy...”

You almost questioned his statements-but he didn’t give you the opportunity, moving his mouth over your core once more. You pulled on his hair, feeling the overwhelming sensations of pleasure consuming your mind and body as he worked his tongue over your clit and throbbing core.

“M-mmm! Jungkook, Jungkook please~” you cried. “I’m so close!”

He could tell. Your core was throbbing again and you were no doubt worked up from the sensitivity of your first orgasm. His cock was fucking aching at the mere thought of getting to be inside your soaked cunt.

“Give me one more minute,” he said, capturing your clit in his mouth and sucking.

“Jungkook!” you sobbed. “I-I can’t, I’m gonna-please!” you cried desperately.

With a gentle nod he kept up his pace on your clit as his fingers plunged back inside your hole.

“Cum baby, cum and then I’ll fuck you. Gonna fuck this pussy so good, gonna make you cream my cock next,” he snarled, licking the filthy slick that covered your cunt with eager lips.

“I-I’m gonna-mm-haa~” you squealed as you came again, body heaving from the pleasure that this man ripped from your body once again.

“Easy baby,” he purred. “Feels good doesn’t it? Like my mouth on your pussy like that?” he asked, raising a brow as he licked the remnants of your orgasm from his lips and fingers.

“J-Jesus,” you hiccuped, eyes slightly teary from the intensity of the pleasure you’d received.

“Not quite baby, but I appreciate the compliment,” he said, voice breathless as he kissed you.

You registered the flavor of his kiss but there was your own mixed in and it made your stomach feel funny at the different kinds of sensations filling your body. “Jungkook,” you breathed against his mouth. “I-I’m ready now,” you panted. “Please... Please fuck me now.”

Jungkook swore against your neck before pulling his pants off and grabbing a condom from his bedside table. He tugged his boxers down and off releasing his cock and jesus fucking christ-

He was big.

It was so much different than seeing a dick in a porn video. It always seems common and typical in those scenes but in real life? In front of you like this?

It was a little intimidating to be honest.

Jungkook crawled back into bed with you, spreading your legs. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked, eyes boring into yours for the answer to his question.

“Y-Yeah, just... Nervous,” you said, biting your lip.

“We don’t have to,” he said.

“I want to,” you answered quickly, realizing it was the truth. You did really want to do this. Not only to get it over with, but because maybe you were having a good time with him. You felt like someone was seeing you. Not just your cold exterior and study centric front.

The you that had always been there but just didn’t get the opportunity to be seen.

What an odd time to have a revelation such as this.

“Okay, deep breath,” he said.

You did as he said and jolted when his cock rubbed against your core, the cold sensation surprising you. “I put some lube on, it might be a little cold, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Look at me, tell me if it hurts too much okay? Shouldn’t be too bad.”

With a soft nod Jungkook pushed forward, burying his cock halfway inside you in an easy thrust.

“Ah!” you squeaked out, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“Don’t tense up, try to relax,” he said, kissing your neck and jaw.

He was right. It wasn’t excruciating pain, but it was certainly uncomfortable, and it felt so much bigger than you thought.

“F-Feels like a lot,” you whispered, voice whiny and high.

“I know baby, just breathe. Doing so good,” he praised, making the glide of his cock inside you that much easier. Jungkook touched his forehead to your temple, easing himself the rest of the way in. His hand held tight to your thigh, soft pants hitting your neck.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

“You good?” he asked, pulling back just a touch to look at you.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Like I said... just a lot.”

He nodded, moving forward just a touch to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back, mouth now finding a pleasant rhythm with his.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pulling away from your lips for just a moment. “Can I move? I need to fuck you before I fucking bust from how tight you are,” he moaned.

You clenched at the sound of his desperation, which caused him to rut forward into you. “Kook!” you squeaked the shortened version of his name at the sudden jutting of his hips which he quickly apologized for.

“S-Sorry, you squeezed me so fucking tight-I’m already so fucking hard.”

His words weren’t entirely making sense to you either, your mind was pretty occupied with his body more than his speaking.

It was so odd to share your body with another person. He was legitimately inside of you. How did that make any sense? But it felt so good. You hadn’t expected that part. You thought he’d touch you and you’d cum once, if you were lucky. However, you shouldn’t have doubted the prowess of the one Jeon Jungkook. Campus Fuckboy extraordinaire.

“-can I?” his voice cut in through your cock drunk thoughts.

“What?” you asked.

“Can I move now? Please? I need to fuck you now,” his breaths were short and stilted, like he was fighting to hold back the primal urge of fucking you into his mattress.

You nodded. “J-Just be careful,” you said, voice thick with want.

“Yes baby, whatever you want,” he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Your heart was the thing that twinged after hearing those words.

Surprisingly enough. This fuckboy was more interesting than you originally believed.

His hips meeting yours in a seamless glide had a shocked moan fall from your lips. “J-Jungkook-”

“Kook,” he said above you. “I liked that one,” he panted, giving you a dopey smile. “You can call me Kook. I like when you say it, fuck,” he said, brows furrowing in pleasure. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.”

You briefly wondered if fuck was the only cuss word he knew. But you chided yourself, because honestly you didn’t even think you could speak currently.

He gave steady thrusts inside your center, making you mewl in surprise at the burning pleasure it created in your tummy.

“Kook,” you breathed, mind whirling in shocks of pleasure.

“Yeah baby, I’m right here,” he said, voice sweet as sugar. “Fucking you so good baby, do you like my dick? Like when I fuck you?”

“Yes! Yes I do!” you cried, hands wrapping around his neck.

Jungkook lifted your upper body, pulling you into his lap as he kneeled on his bed. You were sitting on his lap with his cock deep inside your snug walls. You held onto him as he adjusted your legs slightly so your hips wouldn’t ache so bad.

“There baby, hang onto me, yeah? Let me fuck you like this,” he whispered, kissing your chin as he started to roll his hips up against yours. “Move back against me Y/N,” he encouraged, guiding you by your waist, grinding your ass in the cup of his pelvis. “Just like that...”

He moaned against your chest, his hand creeping down to your ass to pull you closer. As if you two were melded together enough.

“Fuck, Jungkook-feels, so big,” you whined, arms winding around his neck as you dropped your ass on your own, Jungkook’s hands guiding you.

“Yeah baby, ride my cock... feels so fucking tight inside you, best pussy right here... Where’ve you been all my life, fucking shit,” he growled, pulling you in for a messy kiss.

You were too scrambled by the feeling of sex that you didn’t quite capture the meaning of his words. Maybe that was for the best.

Jungkook’s mind was reeling. It had been a while since he’d had sex with a virgin, but he never remembers it being this intense. But shit, you squeezed him just right, making his mind stutter while you whimpered softly from his cock rolling into you deftly. It was everything he could do not to blow his load.

“F-Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum,” he panted. “Pussy too tight on my cock, fuck...”

“Okay-I... I’m getting close too,” you moaned.

Jungkook reached between the two of you to gently massage your clit with the pad of his thumb. “Feels good baby? Cum for me, I wanna see you do it again.”

You whined and cried at his thumb on your sensitive clit, but it was slowly pushing you to your end.

“Kook! Jungkook!” you sobbed, gripping his shoulders and upper back desperately. “Fuck!”

“Make me cum baby, come on,” he growled, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. He dropped you on your back, following you shortly and slipping inside your twitching pussy.

“Yes, wanna make you cum,” you mewled. “Cum Jungkook, please,” you said.

He held you tightly, rubbing quick circles on your clit to finally push you to your third orgasm of the night.

Shockingly, he did it, making you gasp and shriek his name. He felt how tight your walls became during your orgasm and he gladly followed you in pleasure.

“Fuck yes, yes baby make me cum, holy shit-Y/N,” he groaned, jutting his hips into your sloppily. With a pleasured cry, Jungkook emptied himself into the condom.

You two didn’t know how long the aftershocks of your orgasms lasted, but you were certain it was close to five minutes before anyone spoke.

“You okay?” his voice rasped, making you turn your head with a soft expression on your face. Jungkook felt his chest stammer at the bleary but pleased look in your eyes.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m okay.”

He nodded. “Sit there, I’m gonna go get us some water and help you clean up.”

Jungkook gave you a soft smile before moving away and tossing the used condom in his garbage and heading into the bathroom. Your heart was thudding hard in your chest.

You did it.

You’d had sex.

And it was the furthest thing from terrible you think you’ve ever experienced. Was all sex like this? Or was it the sex with Jungkook that happened to be incredible. You can see what all the other girls he’d slept with were talking about. He literally made your legs turn to jelly.

“Here’s some water, sit up?” he asked, moving in to sit next to you.

You flushed at the fact you both were still naked. “Thanks,” you whispered, voice much hoarser than you’d anticipated. With eager sips you drank the water, handing him the cup when you were finished. He pushed you on your back gently and moved between your legs.

With the remaining shame you had you squeaked and grabbed his wrists for a second. He looked at you, startled. “What?”

“Sorry,” you murmured. “Caught me off guard, I just expected you to have me take care of it.”

“Nah, I got it, you probably can’t walk yet either,” he mentioned before cleaning up the mess between your thighs. You shivered at the sensations but shortly Jungkook was tossing the dirty washcloth into his laundry and laying on the bed with you for a moment.

He breathed in deeply, like he had just eaten a great meal and was digesting.

“Do I have a chance to fuck you on the regular?” he asked, turning to look at you.

“What?” you asked, snapping your head to the side to look at him with shock written across your features.

Jungkook gave you a handsome smile. “If not I apologize for saying it so bluntly, but I liked having sex with you, I want to do it again. Or, you, respectively.”

You couldn’t quite believe him still. But, you couldn’t help the twinge of interest in your stomach. He was attractive, and he was offering you stress relief realistically whenever you both wanted it.

“I-I guess? I mean, what does that make us? Friends with benefits? Booty call buddies?” You wondered out loud.

Jungkook chuckled softly. “Whatever you want, I guess,” he stated.

You looked at him with a raised brow but he just gave you another attractive but cryptic smile-hiding his true emotions with the alluring smirk.

“Something tells me you don’t mean that,” you sighed. “But, I guess you text me, or I’ll text you. Whenever,” you said, moving to grab your things.

Jungkook sat down on the bed, having pulled on his boxers while watching your frame collect your clothes and start pulling them on. You sat down next to him in silence, tugging your stockings back up your legs and covering your skin that had Jungkook frowning.

“What?” You asked, turning to him.

He quickly snapped out of it, looking at you with a mock pained expression. “You could make a grown man cry baby,” he said.

“You’re going to make me cry with those lines,” you said with a sour face.

“Feisty,” he said with a teasing grin.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the heat that settled in your face. You’d never really been flirted with or anything of that matter, so to have him so blatantly made your heart stammer and squeeze in ways you weren’t necessarily prepared for.

Jungkook watched you grab your things, bending to grab your things from the floor and flashing your panty covered ass to him. He sighed, fighting the urge to take you again right now. Plus, you had no clue you were presenting so nicely to him-

“Quit staring at my ass,” you said with an unamused expression.

Jungkook laughed a bit before leaning back on his hands. “You’re so different when you’re not having sex.”

“You’re more annoying,” you said with a blank expression. The front was back and Jungkook found it odd how quick you went back. He wondered if you’re truly this way or if you merely didn’t know any other facets of your personality.

Something fun to discover...

“Did you want a ride back?” he offered, in lieu of a response to your sour attitude.

With a flushed expression you bit your lip.

“Yes please.”

Jungkook smiled. “Let me get dressed.”

--

Jungkook was waiting for his phone to ring. To ding. To alert him of anything in regards to you. The little virgin that had him wrapped around your finger so tightly. And you hardly knew it.

The two of you had been texting here and there, and had sex twice since the first time. And Jungkook could be honest with himself.

You were his favorite person to have sex with.

Hands down, no cap, your pussy was top notch and-and there was something about you specifically that he couldn’t put his finger on. He liked making you flustered and listening to you talk about your classes after the two of you were done fucking. You were curious about so many things, and there was a lot running through your mind at all hours of the day.

And, as much as you wanted to give off the cold bitch exterior, Jungkook knew you were kind at heart.

Because you’d been feeding a stray cat outside your dorm building for the past two weeks and he was certain if you could you would’ve brought it inside already. The weather was getting colder and you were no doubt worried that the poor thing wasn’t going to make it through the harsh weather.

“She’s so cute, Jungkook! You should come by and meet her sometime,” you said one afternoon as the two of you sat in the library while you studied.

“I don’t like cats,” Jungkook commented offhandedly.

“I don’t like you,” you snarked, and Jungkook rolled his eyes at your snotty remark. Even though he knew it wasn’t true. If you didn’t like him Jungkook had an odd feeling you’d make yourself scarce after the interactions you’ve had.

“You like my dick though,” he huffed.

You squeaked out in embarrassment and smacked his shoulder. “Shh! Don’t say stuff like that!” you huffed.

“It’s true, why deny it baby?” he teased, leaning forward on his elbows.

“God sometimes I wanna break your nose,” you sighed, turning back to your papers and looking down.

Jungkook watched your mind work, solving the problems on your paper like it was nothing. He was always impressed by your knowledge and ability to learn new things so quickly, he found that he could easily be jealous if he let himself.

But honestly, jealousy didn’t look good on him and there wasn’t much he was envious of in this world. He had a good face, good body and decent enough grades. If anything he could be a bit of a pain in the ass but the other things made up for the latter.

He didn’t say these things to be arrogant or anything, they were merely truths. People treated him differently because of these things and he wasn’t going to say otherwise. But you? You treated him just like Namjoon and Hoseok, except you let him fuck you every so often.

Speaking of...

“Hey, wanna go back to my place?” he asked, resting on his elbow.

“Why? I’m busy studying,” you said without looking up.

“I wanna fuck you,” he said, shrugging.

You sighed deeply. “I swear to God Jungkook-”

“Is that a no?” he asked, making sure he wasn’t pushing any boundaries that he shouldn’t. Honestly he hadn’t fucked anyone as consistently as he had you in the past four years of college. And he couldn’t find himself hating it either.

Jungkook had only had one serious girlfriend and that was back in highschool and honestly, he didn’t think they were that committed in the first place. Plus, teenagers hardly know what they want for breakfast, it’s hard to believe they know they’re going to be with someone for the next two weeks, let alone for the rest of their lives.

But, Jungkook was twenty five, and he was starting to think that the two of you could possibly...

Well. That might be a conversation for another time.

“Come on,” you said, standing and putting your stuff in your backpack.

“Yeah?” Jungkook said, a smile forming on his features at the thought of having you in his bed all over again.

“Yeah, I want you, let's go,” you said, not wasting any time and taking his hand.

The librarian, Seokjin, looked at Jungkook being dragged out of the library and then looked to Namjoon who was helping another student but was also shocked at the proceedings.

“Know anything about that king of the nerds?” Seokjin asked him.

“That subject is one I don’t care to study,” Namjoon said.

“Well that’s lame,” Seokjin huffed before turning back to his phone. “You kids wear my ass out.”

--

You and Yeji were hanging out in your dorm again after you fed Eden.

The orange little tabby had been coming around more frequently and it made your heart sing with joy. You’d never had a pet back home and the fact that you’d befriended such a cute little creature made your day.

Also showing Jungkook pictures and trying to sway him had turned into a new favorite pastime as well.

“Who are you texting?” Yeji asked as she came out of your bathroom, sitting on your bed with you.

“Just Jungkook,” you said, tossing your phone to the side.

“You two seem to be getting along well, huh?” she asked, raising a brow at you with a smile.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing serious Yeji, just sex with some hanging out in between.”

She looked at you with an examining gaze. “He’s just having sex with you, right?” she asked for confirmation.

“I don’t know, I think so. I’m on birth control and we always use condoms so I’m not too worried about it. What, do you think I should get tested or something?” you asked.

“No, no Y/N, nothing like that I meant more of... If you two are just fucking and hanging out sometimes then, are you possibly considering dating him?” she asked.

“Huh? No, why would I date him?” you asked, feeling a trickle of uncertainty trail down your spine. Did it seem like you were interested? It’s not like you didn’t think he was attractive or anything it’s... you didn’t need any more distractions! The sex was enough of a distraction, you didn’t need anything else from him...right?

Yeji held her hands up. “It was just a question, Y/N, I didn’t mean to strike a nerve but... If there was one to hit, maybe ask yourself why?”

Because he’s not what I thought he was...

He’s nice.

He’s funny.

I like him a little more than I think I should-

“No nerve struck, Yeji,” you shrugged. “Just not interested in dating right now.” You tried your best to remain nonchalant but Yeji could tell. There was definitely a nerve she’d struck, and she thinks she knows exactly the one as well.

But, you can lead a horse to water. You can’t make it drink. Even if it’s on the brink of death. The horse must make that decision for itself.

--

When Jungkook received a call at two am from you crying he was stunned to say the least. He’d fallen asleep after studying late for his finals when he heard his phone ringing. A small smile made its way to his face when he saw your name and icon pop up.

Y/N 🐱🔥

“It’s two am baby, you need help going to sleep Y/N-”

“Kook please, she needs help!”

“Y/N? Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, sitting up in bed at the sound of your distressed voice.

“Eden-she’s sick and I don’t know what’s wrong with her... She showed up outside the dorm and laid down and now she is panting hard and-I’m scared, I don’t know what to do about this. I can’t bring her in, the RA would kick my ass-”

“I’ll be there, we’ll take her to the vet, okay? We’ll make sure your kitten’s okay,” he promised. “Wait with her and I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Jungkook showed up in ten minutes, and there you stood with the small orange tabby in your arms with tears in your eyes. He put the car in park and jumped out to approach you and the cat.

“Hey, Y/N-baby, don’t cry...” he whispered, trying to keep his voice down. This was the first time he’d seen you this physically upset.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, she’s so sick and I-I don’t know what happened,” you cried.

“Shh, baby,” he cooed, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I have a friend who’s a vet tech, want me to give him a call?” Yoongi would be pissed he called at fuck o’clock in the morning but he’d help when he knew what was happening.

Yoongi could be an asshole but he loved animals.

“Please,” you sniffled.

“Come sit in the car, it’s getting cold,” he said.

A phone call, a very angry Yoongi and several more tears on your end-you and Eden were finally sleeping in the clinic Yoongi worked for. You were passed out in the chair next to Eden’s temporary kennel.

“Once she poops and I can run that sample you can take her home,” Yoongi said. “The on-call vet said she should be okay, just too cold outside for her right now. Seems like she's sensitive to the cold.”

Jungkook sighed and nodded his head. “Yeah, whatever she needs I’ll take care of it.”

Yoongi snickered at him which caused Jungkook to turn a very sharp glare in his direction, to which Yoongi flicked his forehead.

“Don’t be a little bitch,” the older man warned him. “She’s cute, your girlfriend? Prospective girlfriend?” he asked, nodding towards your direction. “Settling down Mr. Campus fuckboy?” He said some brutal things but most people who knew him understood it was just his style of communicating. But Jungkook sighed heavily and Yoongi seemed to understand that this was different. You were different to him.

Jungkook and looked back at you. “She’d never date me,” he said with a soft smile. “I’m just a good fuck to her.”

Yoongi tilted his head in confusion. “Odd, that’s usually the reversed position.”

“I like switching positions,” Jungkook said, with no humor in his voice.

The older man came over and really looked at Jungkook. “You really like her?”

“Something like that,” Jungkook shrugged, turning back to look at you sleeping in the chair. “Whatever she needs, I’ll pay for it.”

“The cat or her?”

Jungkook didn’t answer, he didn’t need to.

—

You brought Eden home the next morning, a smile on your face as you cuddled the warm ball of fur.

Well, you brought her to Jungkook’s home. You weren’t going to be able to keep her in the dorms so Jungkook’s apartment was going to have to work in the meantime.

He didn’t pitch a fit like you had presumed he would, he was surprisingly understanding and welcoming of the little kitten that had stolen your heart.

Jungkook had bought some stuff from the clinic and Yoongi gave over some supplies they weren’t going to be using for her as well. Even getting her a small baby blue collar with a bell on it to hold her tags.

“I’ll come over to help whenever you want,” you said, turning to drop the kitten on the floor to wander about.

She sniffed around until she flopped on the plush rug and seemed to preen happily. You swooned at her adorable paws and fluffy tail, you’d never been allowed pets at home, so to have one (kinda) now was so meaningful.

Jungkook watched you, his heart sitting heavy in his ribs. He was confused, he was tired. And honestly all he wanted was to lay down. But when you turned to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips he couldn’t help but kiss back eagerly.

“Thank you,” you breathed against his lips. “Thank you for helping her, for helping me.”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, capturing your lips again. He really liked kissing you, finding himself leading you to his couch with his hands wrapping around your waist to grab at the small of your back.

You both tumbled onto the cushions with a heavy sigh, Jungkook kissing and sucking on your neck and collarbones. “Fuck baby,” he breathed, feeling the excitement of having you coursing through his veins.

“K-Kook,” you whined softly, willing to spend the morning fooling around with him. Especially after he helped you and Eden so much. He didn’t even tell you how much it was to give her the emergency treatment.

He promised Yoongi gave him a good deal, but that didn’t mean it was inexpensive.

Yeji’s words lingered in the back of your head but you tried desperately not to think about it too much. Because all you cared about was Jungkook’s hands roaming your body, his sweet lips kissing down your neck and to your chest.

You spent the morning tangled together, the cute purrs of a very sleepy, but content kitten in the background.

--

“You’re leading him on, Y/N,” Yeji said with a soft sigh.

“I am not! He’s not interested in dating me, Yeji, he’s the campus fuckboy-”

“When was the last time you heard him sleeping with someone other than you? When was the last time he was spotted at a party? Y/N, he’s spending all his extra time with you. You and that damned cat.”

Jungkook and you had been spending more and more time together recently. And most of it wasn’t spent fucking. It was hanging out, watching movies, playing with the cat or going out to eat.

“We can be friends that fuck around sometimes,” you twiddled your thumbs.

Yeji sighed and looked down at her papers. “He seems nice, and he likes you, if you don’t want to date him then be honest with him.”

“You were the one who told me to fuck him in the first place!” You lamented.

“Your poor decisions aren’t my fault, neither are your good ones. If you want to have a skewed moral compass that’s fine. But I’m telling you now, don’t lead a guy like him on.”

“A guy like him?” You questioned.

“One that cares about you.”

—

Fridays were your happy days. You didn’t have any classes and the weekend could be spent doing nothing but your homework, which was minimal, and lazing around with Jungkook and Eden.

The two of you had kinda dubbed Friday’s your days.

You two were watching another movie on the couch, eyes watching the screen. Jungkook was resting back in the cushions, brown orbs fluttering as he struggled to keep them open.

He’d been working extra shifts at the bar, something you hadn’t really noticed. A few projects had been due so you were more focused on getting those done than hanging around with people.

Yeji had whined to you so you decided to hang out with her for the evening the other night.

Jungkook texted you this morning asking if you were busy and wanted to chill. You anticipated a little more than watching a movie but you didn’t want to be pushy, especially since he was so tired.

“Baby,” he called.

He’d started calling you the term of endearment a while back and you hadn’t corrected him, just letting him do whatever he wanted. It was easier than listening to him complain. It also caused flutters to rise in your chest that you promptly ignored each and every time.

“Yeah?” You asked, looking at him.

“What are we?”

The words hung in the air, shocking you entirely.

What could you say to that? Did you... Did you tell him?

No, you couldn’t there wasn’t anything for you to say to him-so in a panic you let out a puff of laughter. Although, Jungkook didn’t share your humor in this situation. And you knew this was going to take a turn for the worse.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he stated.

“No you’re not Jungkook,” you played it off, the dangerous thudding in your chest making you feel almost sick.

“Y/N,” he said, voice firmer as he sat up and looked at you. “I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks, but you keep either deflecting me or telling me ‘now isn’t a good time’, when is it gonna be a good time to talk about us?” He asked, eyes glimmering.

“Y-You fuck around with people Jungkook, I’m not interested in dating a fuck boy,” you stammered.

Fuck!

Jungkook’s eyes dimmed.

“Is that all you think of me? Really, Y/N?” He asked. “After everything we’ve done? After everything I...”

He wouldn’t look at you for a moment. Or he couldn’t bring himself to do so. You swallowed thickly and watched as Eden trotted into the room. Jungkook looked to the cat and then to you before letting a defeated chuckle out of his lips.

“Who knew you’d be the one breaking my heart, baby,” he whispered.

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at him. “J-Jungkook,” you said, trying to get a grip on your spiraling thoughts.

“I think you should go,” he said, still not lifting his gaze to yours. You watched as a few drops hit the couch.

Was he…

“Jungkook-”

“Please Y/N? I really can’t hold out long,” he pleaded, voice thick with emotion.

You scrambled to stand up and head to the door. Eden followed after you and you were about to pick her up when Jungkook called. “I’ll still watch her… I have her papers,” he said, voice hoarse like he was keeping his cries back.

“Okay… Goodbye Jungkook,” you said, walking out of his apartment, mind reeling. So much so you didn’t hear him whisper your name in grief.

“Goodbye baby…”

So much for Fridays being your happy days…

You wandered aimlessly for a while. How much time had passed? An hour? Two? Twenty minutes? You really couldn’t be certain, but you found yourself back at your dorm. You walked in and felt wetness on your face.

You were… crying?

No… You were sobbing. Your chest ached, heart pounding in your head. Why were you crying so hard? Did-Did Jungkook really mean that much to you? Or was it because you weren’t going to see Eden again? Even that thought made a sour face appear, because you couldn’t keep lying to yourself.

Because look where it got you.

Alone, all over again.

You crawled into bed and looked at your phone with watery eyes. No messages. Jungkook had been texting you goodnight recently, and asking if you’d eaten.

There was nothing.

No messages, no calls. And you felt like an idiot for expecting one, for even humoring the thought of Jungkook being okay after what you did. You did exactly what Yeji said you shouldn’t. You played with him. You wanted the relationship without the hard parts. Without the uncomfortable topics of feelings and eventual arguments and fights. And that isn’t fair.

Not to Jungkook and not to you either.

But how do you fix it? How do you tell him… that you actually might have feelings for him as well?

Would you even have the opportunity to do that at this point? Some part of you hoped that you would be able to go back to him. To tell him you were sorry.

But there was a bigger part of you that had no idea how to proceed.

—

You were sitting in the library, Namjoon trying for the fiftieth time to try and explain this portion of your assignment to you.

It had been a week and Jungkook still hadn’t reached out to you. You hadn’t even seen him at school. It was as if he didn’t exist. And that was breaking your heart more and more as time passed by.

Jungkook had become more than a booty call, and you had to him as well. And you completely disregarded his emotions and ran away like a scared puppy. You didn’t even try to listen to him, because at that moment-you didn’t care.

You cared more about your comfort than his emotions and his attempt at creating something more between the two of you.

He’d taken your virginity for fuckssake, but you were the one struggling to commit to him.

“Y/N? What’s going on with you this week? You’re really out of it,” Namjoon said.

You swallowed hard and found tears welling up in your eyes. You’d tried to bury your feelings. You tried to forget about it all. You wanted to move on, but you couldn’t. Because ultimately, you were wrong. You shouldn’t have led Jungkook on. And you shouldn’t have ignored his attempts in the past to possibly move your relationship from a casual arrangement to something more exclusive and intimate.

Possibly life changing at the end of the day.

And there was nothing you could do to stop your tears now.

Because you just wanted him back.

“Y/N? Shit, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked, moving closer to support you. “Hey… what’s got you so upset huh?”

“I-I think I like Jungkook,” you cried.

Namjoon reeled back in confusion. “T-The fuckboy?”

“I-I’ve been hanging out with him for months and we’ve fucked around but he saved my cat and I just like talking to him and-and he’s never thought of me as anything other than me… He’s made me feel like a person and not a studying machine… I fucked it up Namjoon,” you sobbed.

The older man was at a loss of what to do for you, you were still in the library and people were starting to look at the pair of you in concern.

“D-Do you want me to call Yeji? Or Hobi? Shit, uh, I c-can call-”

“Y/N!” Yeji’s voice called through the library, walking over as she started to hold you. “Hey, hey,” she cooed. “Come on, let’s get you to your dorm.”

You sniffled helplessly, like a child recovering from a massive meltdown.

“Yeah,” you whispered, gathering your things as you tried to keep your tear stricken face from plain view. People weren’t outright rude to you generally, but you knew that their impression of you was the cold bitch who only knew how to study.

It was the front you’d portrayed for years, until Yeji started to wear it down and Jungkook demolished it completely. Or so you’d hoped. Especially in regards to him.

Unfortunately for both of your hearts, yours wasn’t ready to hear its own call. To hear Jungkook’s.

Yeji managed to get you back to your dorm, and when she shut the door the waterworks started all over again. You clung to the younger girl and sobbed hard.

“Y/N?! Hey! What’s wrong, huh? What’s going on-”

“I fucked up so bad, Yeji!” you sobbed.

Yeji sighed, nodding as she led you to your bed, sitting down with you while brushing your hair away from your face. “What did you say to him, huh?”

“That he didn’t really want a relationship. That I wasn’t interested in dating someone who fucked around,” you cried.

A deeper sigh came from your friend, before a soft chuckle reached your ears. “I didn’t know it would take this much to get you to date him. Or this many tears,” she cooed.

You turned with your watery and puffy face and looked at her. “What do you mean, Yeji?”

She smiled softly. “When you started looking at his pictures you didn’t go for the sexy ones, you looked at all of the soft ones, remember? I knew you weren’t going to be able to resist.”

You looked at her with your watery eyes and she brought you into a tight hug. “I don’t think this is unfixable, Y/N, that man is kinda a big simp for you. You know he hates cats? Or he used to? He saw you with Eden that night and took her in for you, and has been caring for her with you. I think you have a chance to make this right. Just be honest, and apologize.”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes. “I don’t know where to start,” you said, voice wavering with uncertainty.

“‘I’m sorry’ will probably work just fine.”

--

It sounded so easy when Yeji said it last night as she comforted you. But now you stood with Jungkook’s favorite coffee drink and you could feel your hands sweating. And it had nothing to do with the warm drink in your hands. You held another piece of paper in your hand, but you didn’t care as much about that.

At least not anymore.

You were so nervous. More nervous than you had been when you took your entrance exams, more nervous than the finals you just totally flunked. You had retakes coming up because your teachers were just as shocked at your blatant failing as you were. That was part of the project you’d been working on with Namjoon in the library when you had your meltdown the other day.

But honestly, you’d fail them all over again if it meant that Jungkook would forgive you for being such a grade A asshole. Because he didn’t deserve that.

Without any more ceremony, you knocked on the door.

“Coming!” his voice called through the door.

Your heart stammered at the sound. You didn’t realize how much you missed it after a week of not hearing it.

“Yeah-oh... Hi Y/N,” he said, eyes immediately turning distant. You panicked and shoved the coffee towards him.

“I’m failed!”

Jungkook tilted his head, confused at your stammering voice and the drink being pushed towards him. “You... what?” he asked, needing clarification.

You could feel the embarrassment coursing through you. But you’d come too far to quit now, and you needed to apologize at the very least.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you said, looking up at him with your sad expression. “I failed. I failed you first. And in turn, I failed myself and... and us,” you said, the words falling from your lips without much thought. And once they started, they didn’t stop.

“I failed my finals,” you whispered. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was supposed to be studying. I couldn’t stop thinking about the nights on the couch when we would cuddle with Eden and drink coffee. I missed our laundry days, I missed watching movies. I-I missed you. I fucked up, I disregarded your feelings because I wasn’t ready to accept my own... It was wrong of me and I-I’m sorry,” you breathed.

He seemed stunned.

And to be honest, he was. You weren’t known for apologizing for anything. You had this front that Jungkook could see through the moment he’d approached you in the library. At first he thought you were just hot and wanted to fuck, but as you two started to hang out more, and fuck more, he found that he just thought your closeness and tender heart with tsundere exterior was cute.

Now that you’re here, apologizing to his face. He knew how much this must’ve taken, he’d have to thank Yeji for helping you once more. No doubt the time apart had hurt you just as much as it had him. And he was surprised when he didn’t even want to drown his sorrows in another woman, or alcohol. He just looked at the few photos of you in his phone and snuggled that damned cat he was certain would be the death of him.

But, that was all a conversation you two could have later.

Right now, he was interested in the paper in your hand.

“What are you holding?” he asked, in lieu of an answer.

“My final,” you said, looking at him with your beautiful eyes he swore he could get lost in sometimes.

“Why did you bring your final to me?”

“Because I failed. I failed almost all my finals this semester.”

Jungkook was shocked, because you’d said it but he didn’t necessarily expect you to fail that badly. Was it failing in your eyes or in the eyes of actual academia?

“What did you get?” he asked.

“Thirty-seven percent,” you said with a hot face.

Jungkook was stunned now. Because that was failing. No doubt about it. “W-what? Baby that’s awful... I’m sorry-”

“You called me baby,” you whispered. A small smile on your face. “C-Can I come in?”

He sighed and opened the door, letting you inside of his apartment. You moved inside and set his coffee down on the counter before Eden came trotting into the entryway with a very loud meeeooowwww!

“She’s been such a little shit,” he laughed. “I think she missed you, mommy.”

“I missed you,” you said to the cat, a smile on your features as she rubbed against you and meowed happily. She flopped down on her side and you rubbed her face and belly, surprisingly remaining unscathed. When she seemed content and pranced away you stood and turned to Jungkook again. “I missed you too. A lot.”

Jungkook smiled at you. “I missed you too, baby,” he said. “I accept your apology.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, looking at him with a tenderness he didn’t see coming. “I-I want to be with you, Jungkook.”

He came closer, bringing you into his arms, kissing your temple. “Then that’s where you’ll be, baby. With me.”

With that he moved his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your lower back and squeezing you tight to his body. You sighed happily, curling into his warmth and embrace as you felt the course of want throb through your body. Jungkook’s hand moved from your lower back to your ass and squeezed. You gasped into his mouth and he smirked. “Yeah? Wanna have make up sex?”

You flushed at his blatant egging you on, but you also hadn’t had him in so long and you really wanted to kiss him and hold him. As mushy and gross as that was, it made your heart flutter to know he wanted you just as much. You didn’t want to be ashamed of the joy this man brought you. So you kissed him back as your answer, following his lead to his bedroom. Jungkook squeezed your hips and kicked his door shut.

“Jump baby,” he encouraged. You did as he asked and jumped into his waiting arms, making a soft squeak when his hands grabbed onto your ass.

“Jungkook,” you murmured, kissing his jaw and up to his ear. He sighed in pleasure as your sweet mouth worked eager pecks into his skin, causing goosebumps to raise along his arms and neck.

“Yes, fuck...” he groaned, cradling your neck as he carried you to his bed.

After a few more hot kisses he laid you down carefully, towering over you with a hungry expression on his face, but also feeling oddly emotional to have you now.

“Gonna fuck you baby,” he promised, bringing his lips to yours once more. His mouth was warm and comforting as he teased his tongue inside. You let him in and let the heady kiss continue to fuck you up more and more.

“Want you,” you breathed. “I always want you, Jungkook... Want to be yours,” you whispered.

“You are mine,” he growled, capturing your mouth again and again. It seemed you could barely breathe without him trying to steal the very words and breath from your lungs through his kiss.

You lifted your legs to cage in his waist as he started to press you further and further into the bed. With devious hands you tugged on his shirt to pull it off his body. He let you, allowing the material to fall to the floor and surging back to connect your mouths.

It didn’t occur to you how much Jungkook liked kissing you until you had him trying to suck your soul out of your mouth like this. But it only added to the heat and desire in the situation. To be desired and to desire someone, it was consuming the two of you in this moment.

You were consuming each other. And you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to stop. Ever.

“Jungkook~” you called when he started sucking on your neck and shoulder. He bit down and caused your legs to squeeze his waist from the pleasure.

“Yes baby, fuck...” he encouraged, dipping on hand under your skirt to touch your soaking core. “So wet...” he marveled, licking and sucking his way back to your mouth. “Let me touch?”

“Yes! Please, please touch me,” you begged, rolling your hips forward. You’d been with Jungkook several times at this point. You knew what to do to make him crazy, and how to pleasure yourself with his body against yours.

He groaned, your pleading tone making his cock throb with need. “Want my fingers pretty? Want me to make you cum on my tongue?”

You nodded quickly, the idea of his hot mouth on your aching center had you mewling his name. “Jungkook! Jungkook please,” you cried.

“Of course, love eating your little cunt,” he moaned, pushing your skirt up and away from your center. His greedy hands pulling your panties to the side and he didn’t waste any time before connecting his mouth to your wet heat.

“Jungkook!” you cried, head falling back into his sheets as he pleasured you. “Fuck, feels so good!” You found your hand tangling into his hair, tugging as he licked at your clit with his tongue flattened.

If there was one way Jungkook would like to go out of this world, it was with his head between your thighs, because he was sure this was the closest thing to heaven. You tasted incredible to him, and your sweet whimpers and mewls while he ate you out drove him insane in the best way.

You were writhing in pleasure, Jungkook pushing two fingers inside your heat to egg you closer to the orgasm you desperately craved. He moaned when you gave his hair another sharp tug, making his hips buck into the mattress to try and relieve the pressure in his lower stomach and throbbing cock.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Taste s’good,” he slurred against your pussy. It made your mind dizzy with how much he enjoyed pleasuring and tasting you. You worried about it when you first started having sex. You thought men didn’t particularly like it, and before you’d even started you worried he wouldn’t like it or wouldn’t be interested in doing it but boy oh boy. Jungkook very quickly proved you wrong.

He seemed to get off on it almost as much as you.

“Jungkook!” you whined, feeling his fingers thrusting inside you gingerly to ease you into opening up. “Baby~”

“That’s it, my good girl,” he purred, licking at your clit again to give you the extra push he knew would send you over the edge into bliss.

Your legs tensed around his head and Jungkook moaned into your core as you found yourself being thrown into your orgasm with little warning. “Jungkook! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

He eased you through it, gingerly thrusting his fingers while softly kissing your core. “Good girl, cum for me...”

“Baby... Need you, let me suck your dick? Please? Wanna taste you too,” you pleaded, reaching for his pants.

Jungkook was a weak man for his girlfriend begging to suck his dick. Especially when his girlfriend was you. Your sweet pleading eyes looking at him. How could he resist?

“Of course baby, all for you...” He said, standing up to pull his pants and boxers off in one swift motion while you tugged your shirt and bra off frantically, tossing them to meet his on the floor.

Once you two were naked, Jungkook approached with his hard cock in his hand as he slowly pumped himself to relieve the desperate ache he felt. “Gonna suck me baby?” he asked, watching with hooded eyes as you lowered yourself to the floor on your knees.

“Yes, wanna suck you off,” you said, kissing his lower stomach with tender kisses. Jungkook sighed happily at your sweet mouth but soon you were replacing his hand with your own, pumping his length while biting your lip and looking into his eyes with your demure gaze. “You know, I’ve never been one for nicknames in the bedroom... but I think I can make an exception...”

Jungkook raised his brows at you, hips jolting at the thought of you calling him a name in the bedroom. You’d kept it pretty basic with ‘baby’ and his name, which wasn’t a bad thing. He much preferred your helpless cries of pleasure than any name...

But, Jungkook was also a rather simple man in the bedroom and he had the common name kink.

“Gonna call me daddy baby?” he asked, teasing your lip with his thumb.

“If you want,” you said, licking his tip and opening your mouth to let some of his cock move inside your warmth.

“Fuck, yeah,” he nodded. “I want you to, please baby...”

“Yes daddy,” you purred, taking his cock deeper in yet.

Jungkook dropped his head back, succumbing to the pleasure that was your pretty mouth. You had learned rather quickly how to suck his dick and he couldn’t say he wasn’t appreciative. It wasn’t easy to learn someone else’s pleasure and how they liked to be treated and handled outside the basic respectful ways, but you had always known his tells and spots almost right out the gate.

It was honestly almost annoying at first. But fuck if it didn’t feel amazing right now. You massaged the tip with your tongue while gently bobbing your head along his shaft and palming his balls with a firm yet careful grip.

His hand came to collect your hair in a ponytail that he gathered in his fist as you kept sucking him off. His mind reeled with the pleasure your hot mouth gave him, his abs clenching gently at your gags and chokes as you continued to push his cock further down your throat.

“Yessss, baby, fuck-lemme fuck your throat? Huh? You’ve gotten so much better at it,” he asked, raising an attractive brow at you and you couldn’t help the wetness that pooled between your thighs.

“Whatever you want, I’m yours,” you said, opening your mouth further and letting him grab your head a little firmer before starting to shallowly thrust inside your mouth and throat.

You inhaled through your nose, easing your throat to relax as he kept thrusting gingerly. “Doing good baby, keep breathing, fuck-argh, your little mouth feels so fucking good,” he growled, gritting his teeth as he felt your throat constrict around his cock.

You gagged softly as his dick hit the back of your throat and even pushed a little beyond. But the expression he wore on his face made your thighs clench. He looked so fucking hot like this, eyes hooded and glazed with lust and sweat starting to form on his temples. You wanted to please him, so you swallowed causing his thighs to tremble slightly from the pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N, need to fuck you now. Or I’m gonna bust down your throat,” he sighed, pulling you off of him and licking his lips. “Want me inside you baby?”

You nodded, getting up and heading to the bed. Just as Jungkook went to the bedside table to grab a condom you reached for his hand.

“Hey... You haven’t fucked anyone else right?” you asked, voice small and soft.

He shook his head. “No baby, not since we started.”

“Then... I’m on the pill, if you want to go raw?” you asked, voice sheepish.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “You-You want to?”

You flushed in embarrassment but nodded. Because it was true. You did want to have him that way. “I-I want to know what it’s like.”

He moved in closer to kiss you, watching you drop back onto his bed and nestling into his sheets. Jungkook brought his hand to your center to find you soaking, making a soft smirk spread across his features. “Want me to fill your pussy baby? Want me to cum inside you?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes please daddy, fill me up?” you begged.

Jungkook wasn’t going to deny a request as sweet as that. “Spread your legs,” he said, moving his hands from your center to hook into your knees as you moved to accommodate him between your thighs.

“Please baby... don’t make me wait anymore, I missed you so much,” you whimpered.

“No more teasing baby, I’ll put it in,” he promised, running his cock between your lips to get it wet with your juices before he pushed in slowly.

You whined as you felt the full feeling of him moving inside of you. “Kook~” you mewled, reaching for his hand. He intertwined your fingers, bringing his other hand to your thigh to hold it in place.

“Yeah baby? Feel good?” he asked, setting a steady rhythm that had your heart thudding in your chest.

“Yes daddy! Feels so fucking good, love your cock in me,” you breathed, squeezing his hand as he picked up the pace and started pushing into you faster.

“Wanna fuck you hard baby, wanna fuck your pretty pussy full of my cum,” he growled, moving to kiss and suck at your chest. You whined and wrapped your arms around his neck as he thrusted inside you.

You could feel every inch of him. As practical and smart as condoms were, holy shit this felt incredible. You could feel him, the heat of his cock and the hardness that sent your mind into a dizzy swirl of arousal and desire.

“Please... Please fuck me baby, wanna feel your cum,” you hiccuped, crying out when he took your nipple in his mouth and sucked on it.

You felt a shiver of bliss run across your body, Jungkook’s body moving on top of yours and creating the desperate ache of your orgasm building within you.

Jungkook was panting against your skin, holding your leg up as he pounded into your wet heat over and over again, making his own mind swirl in desperation. “Fuck... fucking tight pussy, you feel so fucking good baby... Like my cock inside you? Like me fucking you hard?”

“Yes! Yes daddy!” you sobbed, gripping his back and digging your nails in as Jungkook groaned in pleasure.

“Such a wet little cunt, you like this big dick huh baby? Like daddy fucking you hard with his big cock, like a good little slut. Feels so good, shit,” he groaned, rutting his hips into yours and encouraging you to grind your hips against his. “Yes, just like that.”

“Kook! Kook! Baby,” you cried, moving to kiss him as he aggressively fucked you into his mattress. The lewd sounds of skin clapping together filled the room, your moans and cries flooding Jungkook’s ears.

“Yes, fuck yes give it to me baby, fuck yourself stupid on my cock,” he snarled, biting down on your shoulder as you tugged his hair. “Want to see you cream baby, need to feel your tight pussy cum on me.”

Jungkook kept his pace firm inside of you, effectively slamming you into his mattress as you held onto him for dear life. He hadn’t been rough with you like this in a while, but it was also not aggressive in the way you thought it would be. Even though he was fucking you like a savage, it was from a place of passion. He couldn’t hold himself back because you felt too good, he wanted to feel you.

Every inch of him filled you and had you gasping and clinging to him. “Please baby, wanna cum! Wanna cum for you daddy, make me cum for you?” You pleaded.

“Of course, pretty girl, I’ll make your pussy cum hard for me. Make you cream this cock,” he panted. “Want to see my cum pouring from your cunt, fuck!”

“Then give it to me,” you said, your legs hooking behind his back as he fucked into you harshly.

“Fuck! Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, bringing his thumb to your clit to urge you closer to the edge he found himself rapidly approaching. It had been a while since he’d had sex with you and he hadn’t gone raw in a long while and he knew he wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he’d hope for.

But you didn’t seem to be too concerned about it, just as eager to cum for him as he was for you.

“Cum baby! Please, right there! So close,” you cried.

“Y/N! Baby! Fuck,” he growled out as he bucked his hips into your aggressively while painting your insides white with his thick cum. You gasped at the feeling of his cum inside you and it threw you over the edge into your own orgasm.

Jungkook ground against you harshly, whining his release. “Fuck baby... Made me cum so fucking hard, good girl,” he mumbled out, bringing his lips to yours sweetly. “Breathe baby, breathe with me.”

You followed him, looking into his bleary eyes with your own fucked out ones.

It wasn’t nearly as long as it usually was, but you didn’t give a damn because it was some of the most intense sex the two of you had thus far.

Hopefully there were more fun things like that in your future.

Meeeeooooowwww!

You and Jungkook startled at Eden moving out of his closet.

“Oh what the fuck, did the cat watch us?” Jungkook lamented.

“She doesn’t care-”

“How did she even get in here?!” he sighed, already coming down from his orgasm as he pulled out of you. His eyes connected with your dripping core and he couldn’t help himself. He moved forward to lick your center when the cat jumped up on the bed.

“Hi baby,” you cooed and Jungkook sighed.

“I’m a little busy cat,” he grumbled, looking at your center with wanton desire. You smiled and sat up to place a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“Want to get in the shower?” you asked, raising a brow at him. “She hates water.”

“Yes, lets go-”

Meeeeooowww!

“Shut up cat!”

You giggled at the two of them before leading Jungkook into the bathroom. Your hearts beat against each other as you pulled each other into the shower. Jungkook’s hands were quick to settle on your hips and you could feel the relief at being in his arms again.

It had taken a little finessing, but finally you were able to speak your mind. Speak your truth to Jungkook.

He’d given you his heart and you’d given him yours in turn, and you’d cherish this for as long as you could. You weren’t sure if you were destined to be, you weren’t sure if you’d last a month dating.

But it didn’t matter. At this moment, you two were together.

And that was enough.

#bangtan sorciere #btsafterdarknet #52hertz #ksmutclu #ficswithluv #BTS #Bangtan #BTS smut #BTS fanfic #BTS fanfiction #Jungkook X Reader #Jungkook smut #Jungkook Fuckboy #bts college au #Jessika Hathaway

[mercurygguk]

head over skates · jjk ; part iii.

··· SUMMARY; jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you happen to have known him for as long as you can remember but he is not who he used to be and you simply can’t stand it.

so what happens when you’re suddenly stuck doing a project with him for three weeks?

SERIES MASTERLIST · # TAG · MOOD BOARDS · PLAYLIST

PAIRING; hockey player!jungkook x f. reader

GENRE; fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au

WORDCOUNT; 1,255

RATING; 18+

WARNINGS; swearing, a teeny tiny little tension but also, jk is being very sweet :(

a/n; part 3!!! i love doing this little series bc it's so easy to write when the chapters aren't so long <3 i hope all of you enjoy it too despite the fact that it's not a very long read! lmk what you think! ty for reading xx

You didn’t text Jungkook back.

No matter how tempted you were when he tried to bribe you with iced americano – your favorite (which he remembered).

Instead you took it upon yourself and started working on the project without him. Your gut is telling you that he won’t be adding much to the group work nor will he invest the time and energy in it. There’s no reason to wait around for him to actually care about the project when you know that ‘caring’ isn’t one of his primary traits. It used to be but not anymore – if he still cared, he wouldn’t have abandoned your friendship the way he did.

Besides, it’s not like you mind. 

You’ll gladly put his name on the finished product if it means you’ll be rid of him and his flirty, cocky behavior. It’ll only make the process easier and you’ll be able to do it just the way you want. If anything, Jungkook should be grateful that you’re willing to do this on your own and just add his name. Normally you wouldn’t do something like this but you just can’t stand being stuck doing group work with him for three weeks.

Jihyo is right though – it is time to move past it but you can’t. Not yet.

You haven’t spoken to Jungkook in 5 years – that’s sixty months of spite and aggravation that has affected you way more than you would’ve liked. Like you said, you’re not one to hold grudges against people but this particular grudge has been sitting in the back of your mind for half a decade and while you’d love to be able to just let it go, you can’t.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your phone buzzes due to an incoming text. You reach for it to take a look, your face instantly twisting in annoyance when you realize who’s texting you.

[11:07 AM] Jeon🤬👊🏼: whatcha doing? ;)

You swipe it, removing it from your lock screen before returning your focus to your laptop and the project at hand. You let out a soft sigh and rest your chin in your palm as you play around with the font of the text – Times New Roman suddenly has a whole other meaning after Jungkook’s name was written next to yours the other day.

"It’s good to know your phone works.”

“Oh my god!”

Startled by the low and deep voice right next to your ear, you jump in your seat and turn around with widened eyes. Dark brown eyes with a mischievous glint in them are staring back at you, an amused grin on pink lips as well. You take notice of the two iced americanos in his hand before you’re scowling at your former friend turned stranger.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to do the project,” Jungkook tells you and holds up the beverages. “I brought drinks.”

“How did you know I was here?” You can’t help but ask, wondering how he managed to locate you. The library isn’t exactly one of the places on campus Jeon Jungkook frequents the most. You’d know since you spent a lot of time here. 

He shrugs, “I saw you when I walked by, went and got these,” he places the iced americanos onto the table, “and came back to join you.”

You gape at him for a moment as he pulls a chair out and takes a seat next to you, not a word of protest leaving you because you’re simply speechless once again. He actually got you iced americano and he genuinely wants to do the project. 

Something doesn’t seem right.

Jungkook glances at you with a smirk when he’s met by silence, “what? Surprised that I actually do my school work?”

You shake yourself off your speechlessness and shrug as nonchalantly as possible, “something like that.”

“I see you took a head start,” he nods to your laptop with a chuckle as he pulls his own out of his backpack. That fucking chunky, black backpack he’s had since high school. Back then you wondered what he carried around in it and every time you asked him, he would only shrug and grin. 

Teen boys and their mysterious behavior.

And just for a brief moment, you see your best friend from high school in front of you, sitting here next to you like back in the day – boyish grin and that same glint in his eye. He looks the same and it’s messing with your head because back then you were crushing hard on him. Jungkook has always dominated that casual, boyish charm and look and today is no different. He’s wearing an oversized white Nike t-shirt and black track pants from the same brand. There’s a yellow beanie on top of his head to tame his messy hair. For all you know, he could’ve gotten straight out of bed and gone to campus after throwing on the first outfit he could find – simple, casual, flattering.

The only difference is the two lip rings and the full sleeve of tattoos.

“Yeah, about that,” you start, shooting him a fake, over-friendly smile. “Don't worry about it – I’ll do the project and just add your name before handing it in.”

Jungkook blinks at you for a moment before recovering, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “why? You're scared I’ll fuck it up or some shit?”

You shake your head, “no, I just prefer working alone.”

“You always do projects with Jihyo though,” he points out, squinting his eyes at you.

“That’s different.”

“Is it? Or are you just saying that because I’m your partner?” He challenges.

How do you tell a guy who’s so used to getting his way and having people go out of their way to make sure he’s happy that you don’t want him as your project partner? That you’d rather do an important project that’s meant to be done in pairs by yourself and risk the possibility of getting stressed out just because you got paired up with him? 

“If I’m being honest, yes,” you tell him, not taking a moment to rethink your choice to confront him but just blurting it out instead. “I would rather work myself into the ground than do group work with you. So if you don’t mind…”

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow as you do a gesture with your hands as if to shoo him away. He looks rather unbothered though, not moving an inch either. He stares at you for a second and if you didn’t know any better, you would almost assume he’s silently challenging you to try again, to tell him off and ‘shoo’ him away like a fucking bird. 

You don’t.

You stare back at him, your face not showing an ounce of anything as you patiently wait for him to get up and leave.

He doesn’t.

Instead the corners of his mouth curls into a faint smirk as he reaches for one of the iced americanos and slides it towards you. He then grabs the other one and turns to his laptop, silently sipping on his beverage while getting to work on the project.

You feel your blood starting to boil a little but you don’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you pointedly snatch up the iced americano, once again turning your focus to the project at hand. You feel his eyes on you but you keep your eyes on your laptop screen, acting as if his presence isn’t affecting you or bothering you in any way.

You then give in and take a sip of the coffee.

Damn it… 

It’s a really good iced americano.

#fic: hos #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts smut #bts angst #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #smut #fluff #angst #kpop #bangtan #bts jungkook #jungkook e2l #jungkook college au #bts x female reader #jungkook x female reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #enemies to lovers au #jungkook x reader #bts x reader

[lovelycupid47]

Yandere! Kim Taehyung College AU! One-shot

a/n: This is my first fan fiction in a while. I'm trying to get the storyline readable and not cringe. So, if it does, I'm sorry

pairing: yandere!college student! Taehyung x college student! female reader.

TW: manipulation, slight abuse, and one swear word.

Everyone was jealous of you. They envied you. The reason is your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung. Your boyfriend was the most handsome, kind, loyal, and perfect man that every girl wished they had. Your boyfriend made sure that everyone knew that he belonged to you. Always staying by your side, blatantly ignoring any girl that tries to flirt with him, leaving hickeys every time you stay over in his dorm, deleting any messages from women that would try to seduce him, and even tattooing your name on his collarbone. Yet it has become overwhelming for you.

You met him in your first year of college. You were struggling to make friends and were finding adjustment a little difficult. It wasn’t until you met him through a classmate who invited you over to a club. You guys hit off great. You thought he was such a gentleman and handsome guy that befriending had become easy. Oh, how so wrong were you? 

Taehyung thought you were amazing and beautiful. Seeing your smile created a spark in his stomach that he didn’t want to go away. When he saw you in the sunlight, he believed that you were an angel that was sent to him since you were so perfect for him. He was so perfect for you. He knew he had to have you, so he asked you for your number and you being naive, said yes.

It started with texting each other every single day to daily luncheons to dating by the end of your freshmen semester. You guys were the perfect couple and everyone on campus knew you two could never be separated. It’s not like you want to separate. It's more like he doesn’t want to at ALL be separated away from you. At first, it was lovely and sweet, but your friends started noticing some signs that weren’t so lovely. 

“I thought you told Taehyung, you are spending time with the girls.” One of your blonde friends, Nayeon, said.

“I did, but you know him. He gets really anxious when I don’t text him back over 30 minutes.” You defended. 

“Isn’t that a little too much? He has been nonstop texting you since you sat down.” Your Burnett friend, Jihyo, questioned.

“Yeah, but he has really bad anxiety, so if I don’t text him quick enough, there is a chance he can get a panic attack. Last time, I forgot to text him before my test and he ended up calling me 20 times and left 50 messages about if I was okay and if I was in danger.” 

Both of your friends looked at each other wearily and back at you who was oblivious to how manipulative it sounded. Taehyung had never acted like this before, especially since they had known him longer than you. They've seen his previous relationships, and he never acted that way with any of the girls. This raised concerns among the girls and gave them a slight suspicion of something that wasn’t right. Since then they started observing you guys interaction in public. 

What they noticed was how subtly possessive he could get. It started with just grabbing your hand and never letting go unless you need to use both hands. They saw how he would beg for your attention when you were talking to another guy. The worst of all is the death stare he would give to any guy or girl who tries to flirt with you. Instead of voicing their concerns to you, they kept quiet. 

You, Taehyung, and your friend group decided to go eat out since exams were over. It was a moment to destress and eat/drink all of their worries away. It was going so perfectly until your boyfriend took it too far. 

“Who are you texting?” Taehyung asks.

“Oh a relative, they are wondering if I’m coming home during break.” You proclaimed. Out of nowhere, you felt arms wrapping around you and a sudden whine.

“Who told you you can leave me alone? Who is going to cuddle with me at night then? What about our morning breakfast together? You can't leave your boyfriend here by himself.” He whined out loud. Usually, this behavior would be cute to your friends, but now it has become really annoying. 

“You can wait a couple of months without her. It's not like she dying,” Nayeon mumbled, head down and moving her food around. 

“No, that is a crime. I need the love of my life with me at all times. She is my other half.” He defended while slightly glaring at her. 

“Well, have you ever thought that maybe giving her space?” Jihyo argued back with the same glare intensity as him. “It becomes overwhelming when you don’t leave her side, especially when she needs to use the restroom.”

You didn’t like where this was going, especially since it started raising some tension on the table. “Are you tired of me, baby?” Taehyung pouted pulling his most unforgiving puppy dog's eyes. The eyes he knew that you can’t say no to. 

“O-of course not!” You defended, “I would never think like that because I know how much it affects you, and you know how much I love you. I-I love the affection you give me.”

“Yeah, it is endearing, but Taehyung, it does become overwhelming even for us when all you talk about is Y/N. We get it, you are a hopeless romantic and are head over heels, but hearing about it even when she is not with us is getting really annoying.”Jungkook, Taehyung’s best friend, retorted. He heard from both Nayeon and Jihyo how Taehyung doesn’t set boundaries and is always in your space. At first, he didn’t believe it, but he started paying attention and saw what the other two girls were mentioning. Whenever Jungkook and Taehyung hang out with other guys, Taehyung is always gushing about how pretty and wonderful you are. Then he would be stuck on his phone texting you instead of talking to them. There was even one-time Taehyung yelled at Jimin, a close friend of theirs, for telling Taehyung that he could do so much better than you and that you were just going to be a college fling that he would forget about in the future. Jungkook remembered that day being the only time he saw Taehyung almost get physical with someone. The rage he saw in Taehyung’s eyes was something he could never forget and would haunt him in his sleep. 

Taehyung didn’t say anything. He was looking down at his lap staying silent making you even more worried. “Guys, I understand your concerns, but I don’t mind it. Besides, you guys are not considering his separation anxiety. I thought you guys knew about his trauma. So, leave him alone, please.” You begged, it hurts seeing your boyfriend being judged by the people he trusted the most. 

“Y/N, he doesn’t have separation anxiety. He just saying that so you can feel pity for him. I asked his mom two days ago and she said he never experienced any trauma.” Nayeon bickered. At that, it was Taehyung’s last straw. He stood up and grabbed your hand. “We will be leaving. Seeing as none of you guys support our relationship.” And you both left the restaurant without listening to your friend’s protest. 

The car back to your dorm was silent. No words were coming out of him. You tried lightening the mood, but all you got was one-word answers. It was concerning to you because you never saw him like this. It has been close to two years since you guys started dating, and you have never seen this side of him. Yes, there were also arguments between you, but he was always the one asking for forgiveness whenever you made a move to leave the room.  This is something that can actually take a turn in your relationship. 

Once at your dorm room, it was just you and him. Your roommate already left back home once exams were finished, so you had the room all to yourself before you headed back home. “Y/N. Give me your phone.” Taehyung demanded in his monotonous voice. A voice he avoids using on you. He was standing by your bed while you were still near the door.

“Why? Can we talk about what happened back at the restaurant first?” You questioned. In the car, you thought about what Nayeon said. Was it true? Were you being lied to?

“I don’t want to talk about it. Especially with people that want to separate us. Now give me your phone.” He extended his hand out expecting you to oblige to his demand, but you were hesitant.

“Those people are our friends. They weren’t trying to separate. They are just concerned for my well-being because you can become overbearing!” Yeah, you were mad at your friends for ganging up on your boyfriend, but they were your only friends since Freshman year. Besides them, no one wanted to be your friend for some odd reason.

“So you agree with them. You can’t stand being with me... Am I annoying you with my love, babe? Is my affection and love something you don’t like? Do you not love me anymore? D-do you hate me?” Taehyung gave you the most heartbreaking expression that you have ever seen. 

“Taehyung, you know that is not what I mean.”

“Really? Because it sounds like you don’t love me anymore. Is it because Jihyo and Nayeon are brainwashing you to stop loving me.” He started advancing towards you.

“They have nothing to do with this Tae.” You started slowly backing away.

“They have everything to do with this since they started the whole thing. Obviously, they are trying to persuade you to leave me. Unless…” He had you against the wall while gripping your shoulders tightly. 

“Are you cheating on me with Jungkook? After all, he is the only man you interact with and he was quick to make sure to separate you from me.” He was staring straight into your eyes which were diluted with anger while his grip on you was tightening every second. 

“Taehyung you are hurting me! You are jumping to a conclusion. There is nothing going on with me and Jungkook, okay? You know that I love you and only, so why would I want Jungkook.” You try reasoning with him, but it seems like nothing is getting to him.

“Prove it. Block them.” He declared, and from the expression on his meant he was serious. 

“Block them? Do you mean our friends? The one that has been with us since the beginning? Taehyung this is getting out of hand.” You tried getting out of his grip but he ended up digging his nails into your skin.

“The friends that got us in this argument. The same friends that insulted me in front of you, your boyfriend. The same friends that made fun of my condition, Y/N. What about the time that they picked on your outfit because it was too childish? What about the time they talked shit behind your back and yet you forgave them. You know and I know that they are the toxic ones, so I’m going to ask you one more time. Block. Them. Or help me god I will do it for you.” You were helpless because you knew he was speaking facts and you couldn’t argue back. To you they were facts, but to him, they were lies that he made up and manipulated to make sure you believed him. You defeatedly handed your phone that was buzzing with missed calls from your friends. 

He grabbed it and blocked your friends on your phone and any other social media platforms. He wanted to make sure that none of them had any contact with you. Heck, he would even make sure that they don’t even be in the same room with you. 

“See, was that hard.” He cupped your face with his veiny hands and kissed your tears away. You didn’t know you were crying until you felt his lips on your eyelids.

“Don’t worry. We have each other. Isn’t that enough? We can be even more affectionate without the nagging people insulting us.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you wrapped your arms around his waist. His head was lying on top of yours while swaying you both from side to side. 

“It is me and you against the world. Forever.” If only you saw the smirk he had on his face, you wouldn’t be nuzzling his neck.

#yandere #bts one shot #bts au #student #college student #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x fem!reader #bts college au #bts taehyung #bts v #bts tae tae #bangtan #bts army #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x you #yandere taehyung #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts fic #yandere bts #bts yandere

[aseaofyoongi]

rivals academia | knj

pairing: knj x reader (f)

genre: slight angst/smut

rating: mature audiences ONLY (strictly 18+)

wc: 4.2 thousand

summary: you and kim namjoon absolutely hate eachother but after you’re both paired for a school project — things get rather interesting at the school library.

warnings: enemies to one-night stand (potential fwb) unprotected sex (wrap it up yall); penetrative sex; hand job; fingering; brief nipple play; teasing; dirty talk; public sex; foul language; dirty talk; bickering; thigh riding; slight degradation; praise kink; i think thats it ??; namjoon’s fucking thighs; i was having a moment of weakness please; college au

posted: sunday september 11th, 2022

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Repulsed.

That’s precisely the word indicative enough to portray exactly how you felt. Repulsed, repugnant, nauseated, revolting — it all came rushing in like a wave of rage aggressively meeting the golden shores.

It was overwhelming yet still - here you sat across from him and his absolutely irritating aura. It excluded an intoxicating amount of cockiness and an irritating deal of arrogance.

His presence was so irritating.

So fucking irritating.

“Are we supposed to finish this whole project today?” He asked exasperated - as if putting off the project until the last minute wasn’t his exact idea and now he wants to treat it as a nuisance?

“The project is due Monday, Kim. And it is 8:00PM Friday,” you briefly examined the watch sitting on your wrist, “and I’m guessing you have plans for the entire weekend?”

Namjoon nodded eagerly, picking up his phone for the thousandth time but you snatched it right out of his hand.

“What the—”

“It’s time to get to work. For real this time, Kim.” You shoved his phone in your purse, “I'm tired of you just pretending to do things.”

“Can I have my phone back?” He uttered through gritted teeth.You could’ve sworn you saw clouds of smoke emitting from his ears as his usually chocolate eyes turned red hot with anger, “Now!.”

“You’ll get it back when you actually fucking do something for once.” You snapped back — standing your ground.

He slouched back on the wooden library chair and scoffed typing away at his laptop.

Kim Namjoon.

If it wasn’t obvious he wasn’t your first choice for a project partner, however, your Intro to Art History professor thought otherwise. And now you suffered the consequences; bearing the temper tantrums of a man baby.

“What was the year for Venus of Urbino again?”

“1534.”

“Artist?”

“Titian.”

“Interpretation some believe?”

You huffed — he was truly insufferable, “did you even read the cards she passed out?”

He rolled his eyes, “does it look like I did?”

“Kim, do I really have to do your part of the project too?”

He quirked a brow as he shrugged, “you’re the one holding me hostage.”

“I’m not holding you anything. You have a responsibility to this project as my partner. This doesn’t just fall on me.”

“And yet here I am contributing absolutely nothing and you’re already doing both our jobs so you might as well excuse me.” He pushed his chair back in an attempt to stand-up.

“I swear if you so much as take a step, Kim,” you stood up from the table from him — your eyes sternly set on his. You were not afraid of him, “your name will be removed from this entire fucking project and word on the street is you’re current GPA isn’t really securing you a place on the team. What is the athlete’s magic number again? 2.5 right?”

“Ouch!” His full lips curved into a smile. His chasmic dimples on full display. You could sense the sarcasm even in the simple phrase your attention was averted towards his lips. It’s rather nice. His smile that is. You didn’t really see it often but his smile — fuck — it was picturesque; similar to the sunset as it kissed the deepest depths of the cerulean sea when nighttime lurked behind in its shadows.

“Don’t hold back now.” he uttered, taking a seat once again.

“I don’t intend to.”

“Tell me, doll. Are you always this dense?”

You ignored him and continued typing your section of the project. Just pretend he’s not even here — you repeat in your head.

“Are you going to answer my question on Venus about the depiction or should I spend the next hour researching it?”

You looked up at him and there it is again. The soft strokes of curvatures of his golden cheeks painting a delicate smile.

“It is literally a five minute search,” You cleared your throat in an attempt to be clear and to avoid having to repeat yourself, “but to save you the trouble; we're focusing on sexuality through the ages she is theorized to be masturbating, Kim.”

“Masturbating?”

“Precisely, with the way she’s laying naked and the placement of her hands — it’s only been assumed by some and obviously our professor as well considering she included it.”

Namjoon huffed. “Interesting.”

“Not at all,” you pointed at his laptop, “now write it down.”

“You don’t think so?”

“Where is this going, Kim?”

“Well,” he began, “I don’t mean to be lewd—”

“You already are, Kim.”

“It’s Joon,” Namjoon smirked, “but have you ever?”

His words were brief but they were tainted with a vivid carmine hue — all of it backtracked with sexual intent. And truly you despised the kaleidoscope of butterflies erupting at the pit of your stomach.

“That is none of your business.”

“—but it is something to be curious about.”

“I don’t see why,” though the library was completely vacant and you both sat in a private study area for some reason you could feel a swarm of watchful judging eyes — all of them condemning everything you've ever done. Everything right down to that very question. You shifted in your seat clearly affected at the utterances of his beguiling words, “and the next artwork on the list is The Swing. Figure it out.”

“Truly, has a girl like you even —” he chuckled, “never mind.”

“What could you possibly mean by that?” there was a feeling bubbling deep inside but you couldn’t quite decipher what it was. Anger? Annoyance? Bashfulness? .

“I just mean you’re innocent.”

“Innocent?”

“You could barely say ‘masturbation’ without a stutter a couple minutes ago,” he shrugged and you knew that in his own twisted way Namjoon was using this as another thing to hold over you.

“Have you ever thought that maybe I just don’t feel like discussing those things with you. This has nothing to do with how innocent you think I am.”

“I think. .” He drifted off. His chin was now propped up on his palms.

“You think?” you emphasized the word ‘think.’

“You wanna know what I think?”

“Is it that maybe you should shut up for once so we can get this project done already?”

“In fact,” he scoffed, beginning to share his theory anyway, “I think you’re a virgin.”

“That’s a great observation, Kim. Now let’s move on to what we’re actually here for.”

He slouched down in his chair, his arms now crossed at his chest, his eyes laid intently on you sitting right across from him. His watchfulness was kind of — intimidating to say the least.

“Kim, it’s 9PM. Can we please?” you sighed your eyes, never leaving the brightness of your screen.

“I would but it’s just so hard to concentrate.”

You sighed, “what will it take for you to finally move on and finish this project once and for all?” You shut your laptop, your eyes finally meeting his once again,

“Answer my question. Have you ever masturbated?”

His cavernous voice was bottomless like the deep sea and the obscenity in his words sent a glacial shiver down your spine. Was his voice always this low? You’d never really noticed before.

“I know you may think I’m familial to freaks of some sort but like any normal person I have in fact masturbated Joon,” you let out all in one breathe.

“You called me Joon,”

“I did,” his smile beamed brighter than sun rays — the rapid thumping of your heart beat aggressively thumped against the walls of your chest and you were afraid he might just be able to hear, “Are we done or do you also need a demonstration?”

“Let’s make your proposition a bit more sensible,” he began.

“I was kidding.”

“It was your idea,” The air in the room grew thicker. It constricted your airway and for a minute you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Were the air vents even opened here? You checked and they were, “are you already backing out now?”

“Joon. .”

“Tell me,” his voice was provocative and you feared one more soft utter would have you stripped bare with little to no command.

“Tell you?” your leg is bouncing under the wooden table and you could feel your palms growing clammy.

The soft glimmer of the luminous moonbeam was casted upon him accentuating his sun-kissed tone and the striking features staring back at you intently — his glistening cherry lips, the way his dimples formed at the mere appearance of the smirk on his face and his stern amber gaze still so intimidating. It made you feel small but you are not going to show him the power he could have over you.

“What do you wanna hear?” your tone now masked in thin layers of silk.

He panted softly, “I want to hear it all.”

“You wanna hear about how I lay completely bare with my head propped up against my pillows. Eyes shut tightly as my hands explore every single inch of my body pretending it’s someone else?”

“Fuck-” His hands dug under the waistband of his sweats. Your eyes now casted on the way the cotton light grey fabric rhythmically moved up and down repeatedly. His chest heaved as his breathing became uneven — and in that moment you could not think of a more captivating sight. Like an erotic painting right out of the renaissance era. You remained at your previous position behind his chair, “but when I get tired of that I have to resort to other measures as you may know.”

“I d-don’t know..” he groaned. His tone expressed frustration and arousal combined. The repulsion you once felt ceased and all your mind could become aware of was the vast ocean accumulating between your thighs; staining the fabric of your underwear as the sight of Namjoon stroking himself in the campus library became imprinted in your mind.

“Sometimes, I also like to mount my pillow placing my thighs on each side as I move my hips steadily against the soft fabric. Slowly rolling my hips back and forth until I’m finally able to reach that high,” you whispered.

His soft pants filled the stillness and furnished the serenity amongst the vacant tables and chairs right outside the private study room. The sounds so addicting it looped within the walls of your head like a vinyl on a broken record player.

“Y-You—” was all he could manage as he became enthralled in his own pleasure, the sweat forming at his temples could attest to it.

“Can I touch you Joon?”

“Please.”

You placed a velvet kiss on the nape of his neck. Your hands found their way up to his dark strands — you softly tugged at it, pushing his head back, “well I’m not the one with my hands in my pants. Am I?”

A thunderous chuckle rumbled within the four walls of the secluded study room, “Please believe you are the clear cause of this.”

“I didn’t do anything, Joon.” you let out an airy laugh, “just provided details of a scenario per your request. Remember?”

“You’re a fucking demon.”

“And you’re too easy. Just like every other horny dude on this campus.”

“Please—” He begged, grabbing onto your wrist before you could walk away. This tone was husk and as much as you hated to admit it. It was like an alluring song to your ears all of it shooting right down to your core just like everything he did. “I need you.”

I need you. The three words invaded your tympanum serving as a command for his needed pleasure and you felt as if your feet vacated their stance on the ground. His honey voice was lulling and if he continued to say anything in that tone, you’d fear your dignity would rid itself and follow every single thing he’d bark without objection. Every bone in your body already begged you to comply; to do it for you and chase your own pleasure — and as much as your mind screamed at you to leave. You listened to the throbbing between your legs instead.

“Pull it all down,” You ordered and Joon quickly rid himself of the pesky fabrics standing between him and utter vulnerability. He didn’t even bother to get up, just allowed them to pool at his ankles. His rather massive erection now on full display — shocked wasn’t the word you were looking for. After all, Joon always exuded the aura that he was considerable in size but nevertheless it was a pleasant reaffirmation to your lingering rumors.

Joon cleared his throat pulling your eyes away from his erection — your trance was essentially amusing to him, you could see it painted on his smirk, “You can come closer you know. If you want to.”

“Closer?”

Joon softly tapped on his bare thighs. His thick fucking thighs. Having attended numerous of his soccer games you were constantly given a sneak peak at his toned legs. His upper thighs often lolled you into a fantasy that was now taking play right before you and instead of following the script your head had created for you on multiple occasions; instead you sat here salivating at the clear view of his lower half without the burden of shorts being in the way.

“Come sit. Please,” his pleading made your legs turn to jello — the way his tone so delicately continued to voice his intricate needs was fucking sexy. Although you’ve only been sitting on top of his left thighs approximately 30 seconds now you couldn’t help the way you were throbbing at an uncontrollable beat. You were certain he could feel it too — it was plastered all over his shit-eating grin.

“Can you be a good girl and move for me please?” His tone still velvet to the touch.

Your underwear were already drenched and you were terrified he would notice — the lack of shorts under your skirt left only the thin cotton fabric of your underwear to meet his thighs. But you were not going to back down. Not now.

“Have you done this before?”

“No,” you simply stated.

“Just follow along.”

You nodded.

Initially, the mere feeling of his hands secured around your waist clouded your thoughts entirely. His warm grasp sent waves of electric currents down your spine but nothing prepared you for the feeling that bubbled in your core as soon as his sinful hands instructed you to move. The pace began agonizingly slow and you followed his motion moving forward and backwards against his thigh.

You whimpered, “It feels so good. .”

Joon laughed — the sound drummed at your eardrums and without a stutter in his rhythm you were being guided to move against him faster and faster as he continued flexing his thigh muscles causing all that more friction against your lower half.

“N-namjoon,” You moaned holding on to his chest for support; your head rolled back as you grew consumed by pleasure.

His hands vacated their place on your waist but you continued the steady pace against him chasing a high you knew you were very close to achieving. Joon’s attention was diverted into your clothed chest.

“Can I take your shirt and bra off?”

“Mhm,” was all you truly could manage.

Though, you were breaking a sweat going at it against his thighs as soon as your top half was stripped you felt a draft of cool air meet your perky nipples. The slight frigidness you briefly felt subsided and instead you were met with Joon’s warm touch once again except now it was taking a hold of your breast — his slender finder massaged one while the other was taken care of by his plump lips. Your hands traveled to the back of his neck as the rhythm of your hips stopped against his thigh. Your senses now focused entirely on the way he swirled his tongue against the sensitive bud.

He paused for a moment looking up at you through hooded eyes, “did I say you could stop?”

“No.”

“Then, continue riding my thigh until I say it’s enough.”

The switch off between his pleads for consent and the way he barked orders in your direction shot straight down only adding to the piled up sexual frustration bubbling deep within you but nevertheless you obeyed — now taking on a slower pace against him as he continued his attack on your breasts.

Locked away in a retreat of arousal and between slurred words and dazed moans you asked Joon if he was in accordance with receiving some attention as well.

“I want to focus on you.”

“And I on you,”

“If you insist,” he gave in, “just stay on my lap.”

His words set a stump in wanting to suck him off but ultimately you settled for using your hands. After aiming down to use your saliva as lubricant you could see the shock sitting behind his lust induced eyes. Your hands began working at his length mimicking his earlier motions — there was nothing more you wanted than to be on your knees in front of him but you were glad you fought against those urges when you felt his hands traveling under your skirt to move your panties to the side.

“Fuck.” He hissed, “you’re drenched.” Joons words only affect you in the worst way possible. Causing the pool between your thighs to deepen, “you claim you’re so fucking quiet but that’s all a facade you know. You’re a fucking slut.”

You never thought a word would affect you as much as being called a slut but you fucking loved it.

“Call me that again,” you whined, “call me that again, please.”

“You’re a slut — you know that?” the soft pads of his fingers finally arrived at their destination and quickly began massaging your clit . . lento. An eruption of lights fired in the back of your mind as Joon continued to immerse himself in bringing you utter satisfaction. You were levitating — your body vibrated which only accentuated the feeling of his heavenly touch.

“Your slut.” your lips ‘fessed up before your brain could register what you actually said.

“My slut.” He sat-up on the wooden chairs but his fingers abandoned your bundle of nerves and traveled further down resting at your entrance, “You know what you’re doing to me right?”

His face was just inches away from yours but your eyes were set on his lips — you leaned forward. Both of you began composing a magical piece in the way your lips danced against each other. His kisses were drug induced and you were already addicted; making it impossible to even pull away so you didn’t and he certainly didn’t either. Under your skirt his phantom touch ceased until you felt his pointer and middle fingers push past your entrance.

“Your fingers are blessed Joon. . They’re fucking blessed. .” you rambled on, “Blessed.”

“You think so?” He pushed them further in causing a strain of moans to fall from your swollen lips.

“Hmm.”

Joon’s pace picked up as he continued to move in and out of you repeatedly. Truly, all the words you could make out were stuttered strings of praises toward his fingers. They were fucking blessed and right then you swore you could write a million poems just on how delectable they felt inside of you.

“Uh, J-Joon. I’m so close. . so so fucking close Joon.”

“Come for me,” he whispered against the nape of your neck as he continued peppering you with silken kisses.

“Shit. .”

His fingers continued moving at a rapid pace as they finally met that spot that drove you over the edge. If you were levitating before you could easily confirm that now you danced amongst the twinkling stars.

“You were so good for me.” He was panting, his chest matching your heaving as you came down from your high, “so fucking good for me.”

His words were always so intricately sensual and you could feel your arousal throb at his dulcet praises.

Why did you hate him again? You couldn’t recall ever having such a feeling for the man you were currently straddling.

You didn’t hate him. You craved him.

After Namjoon removed his hands from underneath your skirt he brought his fingers up to your mouth and smeared your juice on your lips like lip gloss. Before you knew it you were welcoming his digits past your cerise lips tasting your sweet nectar right off his fingers.

“You are so hot.”

“Did it really take having me half naked on your lap for you to realize that?”

“Actually, no. . only one of us in this room actually hated the other.”

“I didn’t hate you.” you blurred out.

“I didn’t say you did, doll. But since you practically snitched on yourself I think it’s safe to say you despise me. ”

“I despised you. As it's in the past,” you corrected him.

“Dick is all it took to change your mind?”

“Hmm,” you took Joon’s cock in your hand slowly pumping at his shaft once again. And he just looked so good— slouched on the chair, his hair disheveled, a slight glow taking hold of his forehead and chest as sweat ran down his tan skin tone. His grin showed the way his teeth sparkle even in the darkness of the room. Namjoon is pulchritudinous and you are under his spell, “I would need to actually have you inside me to make that deduction.”

“I-I didn’t bring protection,” he let out in-between pants.

“I mean I’m clean. Are you?”

He nodded eagerly. But that didn’t suffice. You wanted to hear his raspy voice as confirmation. You tightened your hold on his erection just a bit, “I didn’t hear you.”

His jaw was clenched but still managed a soft, “I’m clean.”

“Perfect.”

Joon welcomed you back on his lap now accompanying him in complete nudity after you had finally decided to rid yourself of the clothes still covering your lower half. His keen gaze felt like it cut right through your confidence like a knife. And although it was a bit intimidating you didn’t let it set a stumble in your actions. His hand landed back on your waist like earlier that night and he guided you towards the tip of his erection.

“Hold it while you go down.”

You complied. Taking him inch-by-inch, your mouth forming into an ‘O’ immediately after his tip pushed past your entrance.

“Y-you’re so fucking big,” you could’ve sworn his length was sucking the air right out of you like a vacuum.

If you thought Namjoon’s thighs and fingers are graces sent by God himself, there was absolutely nothing in this world that could compare to his cock. There was nothing in this world that could feel so—

“J-Joon,” you moaned, attempting to keep up with the overwhelming pleasure driven by the guidance of his clammy hands as you bounced on his dick.

“You feel so good, doll. You’re doing so well.”

His praises you discovered are your weakness — his words were dipped in honey and they fed your ears affirmations you could not get enough of. Your head grew hazy at the duality in his words.

That alone drove you closer and closer to the edge. Not to mention the way his thrusts met yours was a sufficient contribution to your demise — you are about to crumble at the mercy of Kim Namjoon’s massive dick.

“R-right there,” your temples glisten with sweat and you could feel the scratchiness in your throat take flight after the past hour you’ve just had, “don’t— please don’t stop.”

“Mhm. .” His thrusts are harder. Deeper. You could feel the way he continued meeting you right where you needed him most. His eyes never lose contact where your bodies meet comforted in the way he disappears inside of you entirely.

And he continued fucking you so good. Fucking you into oblivion.

The silence that once tip-toed around the both of you was gone never to be seen again. Instead it was replaced by the squeaking of the chair (which you continued to pray it wouldn’t break), Namjoon’s groans and your slurred obscenities. It was like that for a while until your legs began to shake and your moans became too loud to suppress. Until your juices coated his cock and his filled you up.

“The Swing-” he managed after catching his breath, “Jean-Honoré Fragonard, 1767. It symbolizes the ideas of infidelity, desire, eroticism and love. The guy on the bottom left is peeking up her dress right?”

“Huh?”

“The next one on the list for our project.”

You stared at him wide-eyed, a bit stunned by the realization, “You knew the information this entire time?”

“I had to get your attention somehow right,” he snickered.

“I hate you, Kim Namjoon,” you laughed playfully, landing a punch on his arm.

“After tonight, I think we both know that is simply not true.”

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authour’s note: it took me forever to finish this for a lot of reasons but the main being that thisismyfirstsmutandiwassupernervoustopost so lol sorry if its — bad — i do apologize in advance. I tried and am using it as a way to break out of that shell and explore uncharted grounds. either way i hope some of you enjoy it lol

thank you for reading <3

- em

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love u lately (m) #4 | myg/knj/pjm

title: love u lately​ chapter title: #4 - sour candy​ pairing: yoongi x f. reader, namjoon x f. reader, jimin x f. reader (yoonminjoon x f. reader) rating/genre: m (18+) ; smut ; college/university au , pseudo frat! bts; best friends! yoonminjoon friends to lovers; HALLOWEEN! summary: with jimin's birthday party coming, you hope that it will be a good opportunity to celebrate jimin's big day and heal namjoon's heart with all your closest friends. however, things take a turn and you start to further question how you feel about jimin and your fwb arrangement with yoongi. when you are confronted by jimin at matthew's halloween frat party, it will challenge you to make a decision that will further change your relationship with him, yoongi, and namjoon for good. warnings: first party of the year at the BETA TAU SIGMA HOUSE!, halloween, multiple house parties, alcohol/recreational drug mentions, swearing, another breakup mayhaps, kissing, mirror sex, yoongi being a little more dom than usual, vampire jimin also deserves a warning, sexy dancing, fingering, CONSENSUAL and PROTECTED sex, penetration, breast play, THINGS GET MESSY but it's NOT IN THE BED, unfinished orgasm, confessions???, ANGST with a side of GUILT note: thank u to @daegudrama (as always) for beta reading this incredibly long chapter + fixing the smutty bits. this was orginally 2 chapters, but i wanted to tie things together here in one big ol' chapter and be evil so i hope you like it. total word count: 12.4k drop date: October 30th, 2023, 11:40am PST cross posted on AO3 here ← #3 | Series Masterlist | #5 →

October 13 (Saturday)

The sun has barely began its ascent in the morning sky, casting a soft, golden hue over the bustling campus of the university.

In the quiet of dawn, the world seems at peace, a stark contrast to everything that has been happening to you and everyone in the house the past week.

Jimin, however, has had little time to appreciate the tranquility of the morning. He finds himself reluctantly attending a brunch event in a neighboring city. This event is orchestrated by Sigma Mu Epsilon’s president, Irene, for one of her sorority gatherings. It is a pledging event as well as a chance for new recruits to network with sorority alumni, which ends with an auction. He doesn’t particularly want to be there; all he craves is a few more hours of sleep and maybe the chance to enjoy a semi-fancy dinner at Yardhouse with his friends later in the evening. Lately, Jimin has been growing tired of his vibrant yet exhausting social life, wondering if perhaps he isn’t cut out for it anymore. Maybe his fatigue is more about Irene than the lifestyle itself. Maybe he has never truly been in love with her. It wouldn’t be the first time he has mentally tapped out of a relationship or a situationship before the other party. He has gone out and slept with countless people over the years. Ever since the virginity race in high school, he hasn’t really stopped. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he has the highest body count in the whole house, just a single person ahead of Jungkook. 

When it comes to Jimin finding people, he becomes intrigued with them because of their appearance and sometimes their charming personality that compliments his own. Most of the flings he’s had only last about 3-4 weeks. 

Irene is the first exception. You’re unsure why Jimin has been with her this long. Today marks 4 months since they’ve been dating, but seeing the way he’s forcing himself to go out for her sake, you aren’t sure he will last much longer.

While Jimin begrudgingly embarks on his mandatory brunch outing, it becomes the perfect cover for Beta Tau Sigma to set the stage for his surprise birthday party. Rising early, you see a glimpse of Jimin on his way out the door in a hurry as you walk downstairs. 

You join Namjoon for breakfast, relieved to see a glimmer of his usual self returning after the rocky events of the past few days. As you engage in conversation, you encourage him to relax and unwind at Jimin's party later that night. He smiles in response, promising to do just that.

Meanwhile, Seokjin has a friend who is also attending the brunch: Tiffany Young, a graduate student in Sigma Mu Epsilon who is in the sorority event's organizing committee. She is currently sending him real-time updates on the brunch schedule. Jin enters the dining area walking as he types on his phone. 

"Tiffany just texted me saying they’re going to be late," he says rather bluntly, which you can’t help but roll your eyes at. 

"Typical sorority events." You mutter, finishing up your breakfast. Namjoon chuckles in response to your snarky remark, to which you send a knowing smirk his way.

After breakfast, you call out to Yoongi, who has just come downstairs. He looks up at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as you ask, "Ready to go?"

He flashes a small, enigmatic smile, reaching for the coat rack by the staircase to retrieve his eco-friendly shopping bags. 

"I'm always ready for a trip to the store." he replies, holding the bags up, the corners of his lips quirking upward like a cat.

Together you leave for a shopping adventure to buy decorations for Jimin's surprise party. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Namjoon are in charge of the house cleaning duties, and preparing it for the evening's festivities. Seokjin and Jungkook are busy in the kitchen, getting the food and drinks area ready, while Hoseok has gone to Matthew's house to borrow his DJ setup for the party. Matthew and Hoseok are known to be close friends, not only as members of the dance team but also as active co-hosts of various parties together. At the store, you and Yoongi browse through the colorful array of decorations, selecting orange-colored streamers to adorn the house for the upcoming party. As you unroll a section of the streamer, you share your excitement. Your voice filled with anticipation.

"Tonight's going to be great," you muse, a smile playing on your lips. "A little kickback in the middle of the semester is exactly what we need."

"I thought so too. Things have been hectic lately." Yoongi nods in agreement, his expression mirroring your enthusiasm.

With a sly grin, you decide to tease him. You lean in closer to him, playfully suggesting,

"You know, we could always sneak off for a little alone time during the party."

Yoongi's eyes widen slightly from your alluring words, and for a moment, panic flashes across his features. But he quickly recovers, his lips curving into a flirtatious grin. 

"Is that an invitation?" He responds, his voice laced with a teasing tone.

Your heart skips a beat at his reply, and you can't help but wonder if there's more to his words or if he’s just having fun playing your little game. He’s too good at this, you think. You don’t respond right away and continue shopping for party supplies, keeping the tension high until you decide to take the conversation on a more flirtatious edge.

"Well," you reply with a sultry smile.  "I guess we'll have to see how the night unfolds, kitty boy. It's a surprise party, after all."

Yoongi's face closes in on yours as his hands reaches for another pack of multi-color balloons behind you. You feel a jolt of sensation shoot through you. The tension in your lower half filled with want intensifies, making your heart race faster. During these moments, you can't deny the magnetic pull between you two. The way he can be doing mundane things in a store or at home and somehow manage to drive you crazy. It's in the way he behaves, in the quiet cadence of his voice, in the soft glint of his eyes that holds galaxies within. You want to kiss him so bad right now and later on, but a part of you knows that would be difficult.

He leans closer to your ear, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Always teasing me with the cat comments. I'll be looking forward to the surprise then, Angel."

The air between you crackles as the flame dies down and you both carry on with your shopping, each touch and lingering glance adding to the palpable tension building between you.

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As the day unfolds, Jimin's patience wears thin during the brunch with Irene. The restaurant's tea party-like ambiance, once vibrant and appealing, now feels stifling. Their relationship has felt too restricting, with Irene often taking the lead in making decisions, and Jimin has grown increasingly weary of it.

Irene, as usual, has taken the initiative to plan a birthday dinner for the two of them at Fogo de Chão, a fine dining restaurant known for its Brazilian churrasco experience. While it is undoubtedly a great place, Jimin can’t help but feel trapped by the lack of input he has in the relationship's direction. He wants to have a say, a sense of balance that has been sorely missing when he’s with Irene.

Jimin's mood is noticeably dampened as he drives back from the event at 6pm. His voice is tinged with exhaustion and annoyance as he speaks with you on the phone. You are calling to ask his ETA, but overhear Irene persisting he goes out to dinner with her. Her insistence is a stark reminder of the control she seems to exert over their relationship. You try to keep yourself together, but you know you are inching closer to yelling at the woman over her “pick me” behavior.

After you finish setting up, you take the remaining time to help Jin prepare a small lunch box cake with a Badtz-maru Sanrio character figure in the middle. A smile tugs at Jimin’s lips as you mention that you and Jin made a cake.

 "Get here as soon as you can," you urge, "before I decide to eat the whole thing by myself!"

The warmth of your invitation and the prospect of spending the evening with you, perhaps accompanied by a few drinks with the guys, brings a genuine smile to Jimin's face. He can’t wait to be with you, if only to momentarily escape the complexities of his relationship with Irene. With a heartfelt response, he assures you. 

 "Looking forward to it, Honey," his voice filled with anticipation and a sense of longing.

As Jimin ends the call, he can’t help but notice Irene's displeased expression. She stares out of the window, her indifference to his plans more apparent than ever. Though, he is not worried about it at all. +++++++++

The moment has finally arrived. At 7 pm, Jimin approaches the front porch, Irene trailing behind him, completely unaware of the surprise lurking in the shadows. Everyone at the party is tucked away in their hiding spots behind the couch, their excitement barely contained. As he unlocks the door and steps inside, Irene right beside him, Jimin flicks on the lights in the living room.

Suddenly, the room explodes with a collective yell of 

"Surprise!" Jimin, caught off guard, jolts in fear, his heart racing. 

"Holy shit! Ya! You guys really scared the fuck out of me." he exclaims, breaking into laughter. 

The surprise party has taken him by surprise. Even though he had a hunch it was coming, thanks to Taehyung's incessant giggling over his phone for the past few days. He knew it wasn’t Jennie making him act like that, that’s for sure. "I didn't expect a party with everyone I know on campus...thanks, guys!" Jimin grins, feeling truly touched by the effort put into the surprise.

 As he looks around the room, he notices Taehyung and Jungkook approaching him. They playfully place a plastic crown on his head and a sash reading "It's a Boy!" around his shoulders. Laughter ripples through the room as people snicker, and Yoongi chimes in with an apology, claiming that Party City ran out of birthday boy sashes.

With the formalities out of the way, the party kicks into full gear. The guest list is a mix of Jimin's friends from the contemporary dance club, various fraternities and sororities on campus, and even some non-frat affiliated friends.The living room is illuminated with a kaleidoscope of colorful lights. The atmosphere buzzes with laughter, music, and the clinking of plastic red cups. Jimin, still wearing his "It’s a Boy!" sash, is now deeply engrossed in a competitive beer pong match with Taehyung, forming a formidable team they called “Taejin” and “Jikook”. The alcohol has clearly taken its toll, evident in their slightly unsteady aim and louder-than-usual banter.

As the game continues, Taehyung can't help but blurt out, "Did you know I took Jimin's virginity?" His words hang in the air, drawing incredulous stares from those around, including you.

"Ugh, you guys always say this when you're drunk!" You interject, trying to steer the conversation away from talking about their sex life at a party.

Jimin, never one to shy away from a chance to tease, chimes in, "And it's true!"

"But you guys never mention this sober!" you retort, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

Jin, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, adds, "They did! I let Tae borrow my car, and it happened there!"

You burst into laughter, finding the situation utterly absurd. Still, you keep count of these drunken confessions, each sudden new revelation making the story more unbelievable. It has to be a lie right?

Meanwhile, Jungkook simultaneously takes on the role of the bartender, expertly mixing drinks for the guests, showcasing his impressive bartending skills.

Amidst the revelry, you can't help but notice Jimin and Taehyung being touchy, their usual closeness amplified by the alcohol. It's a stark contrast to the way Jimin and Irene interact, their interactions either avoiding each other entirely or being laced together with passive-aggressiveness. You venture away from the bartending area, seeking a change of scenery. In the living room, you find Hoseok rolling up joints with Jackson and a few others. The smell of freshly rolled weed fills the air as they chat and prepare for a little smoke session.

Hwasa pats your back gently as she rushes to join the group on the couch, her eyes bright with excitement as she plucks a rolling paper from Jackson's stash. Jackson playfully protests, the two of them engaging in a lighthearted argument. Soyoon, seated nearby, can't help but laugh at their antics, thoroughly entertained by the playful banter unfolding before her. You move from this scene to observe Namjoon and Yoongi sharing a lighthearted moment over their drinks, a sense of nostalgia washes over you. It's a feeling akin to stumbling upon an old, cherished photograph from your past, a glimpse into a time when life felt simpler, and worries were few and far between.

You recall the days when your group was unbreakable. In those moments, laughter flowed freely, and the weight of responsibilities and adulthood hadn't yet pressed down on your shoulders. A past when late-night conversations and spontaneous adventures with your favorite boys was the norm. The memories of those carefree days still warm your heart.

Seeing Namjoon and Yoongi sharing a genuine laugh is a reminder of that bygone era. It's as if a fragment of your youth has been recaptured, if only for a fleeting moment. The rareness of this sight intensifies its significance, making it feel like a precious treasure rediscovered.

It's not lost on you that life has changed, and with it, your relationships have evolved. Responsibilities, relationships, and personal growth have nudged you all in different directions.

You decide to join them, curious about their take on the party. "So, how's the party for you two?" You inquire.

Namjoon grins, clearly enjoying the festivities. "It's been going well. Jungkook's a real good bartender. Since when did he become a mixologist?"

Yoongi chuckles and adds, "Since I took him to a bar with a fake ID over the summer and we tried different drinks. The Irish bomb started all of this. Taught him how to make one drink, and now he knows how to make like 30 different drinks."

You smirk playfully, teasing Jungkook's inventive nature. "Of course, the house genius had something to do with it. Always cooking up with ideas."

Yoongi cheeks flush at your compliment, which only makes you smile. Then, you shift the conversation toward Namjoon, still concerned about his well-being after the breakup with Jihyo. You wonder if he's still upset or if he's managed to move past it, both in terms of the relationship ending and the way it ended.

"Oh, I'm doing good," Namjoon assures you, his voice steady. "I think accumulated stress, coupled with that situation, got to me in the moment. But I'm doing better now after thinking about it more."

Relieved to hear that he's coping well, you offer a comforting gesture by rubbing his arm. 

"I'm glad," you say sincerely. "we were all worried about you, so if you ever need anything, we're here for you. Me, Yoongs, Mimi, Tae, Koo, Jin, and Hope!"

Yoongi nods in agreement, silently echoing your sentiment. However, beneath his supportive exterior, a gnawing fear lingers. You step aside for a moment to grab a snack bag from the box to munch on, leaving Namjoon and Yoongi to chat. Namjoon leans toward Yoongi, his voice hushed. 

"Hey, I'm gonna get her another drink from Jungkook."

Yoongi side-eyes Namjoon, a hint of curiosity in his gaze, and takes a sip from his whiskey.

 "What drink are you gonna get her?"

“I was thinking a Mai Tai. She loves those.”

The cat-eyed man furrows his brow, a sense of unease crossing his features. 

"I don't think that's a good idea." He cautions.

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "What do you mean by that?" Yoongi takes another sip of his drink, contemplating the situation.

"You know, she hasn't liked Mai Tais since last year." He finally admits, alluding to the time you drank so many of them in one night and you swore off to never drink those again. "She switched to Pina Coladas as her preferred alcoholic drink. She even mentioned it on her birthday earlier this year."

"Oh, I didn't know. I guess I missed that." He looks at him, a tad surprised and maybe even a bit upset that he hadn't caught onto your changing tastes.

Yoongi mumbles under his breath, his jealousy flickering. "If you were as close to her as you think, you should've known."

Undeterred, Namjoon walks away, eventually returning with a Pina Colada in hand. He hands it to you with a smile as he sees you conversing with Yoongi. "Oh, Namjoon! Pina Colada? I'm surprised you remembered." You let out a giggle, a hint of appreciation in your voice.

He blushes a little, his confidence replaced by shyness. "I could never forget my favorite girl's drink."

Yoongi scoffs softly, his jealousy flaring up. He takes another sip of his whiskey, trying to calm the growing storm of emotions inside him. The alcohol burns his throat, but it does little to quell the turbulent thoughts swirling in his mind. He knows he needs to find a way to calm himself down. The alcohol isn't helping him at this moment. As you stand there talking with Namjoon, Yoongi watches you from the corner of his eye, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions. He's relieved that Namjoon's not stressing you with his previous relationship, but there's an undercurrent of fear plaguing him. He worries that this situationship, this tangled web of emotions you share, might lose its appeal to you.

Deep down, he knows that this fling serves as a distraction for both of you, something to hold onto in the midst of college life. But perhaps it's more than that. Perhaps you mean more to him than he's ready to admit while not under the influence of an intoxicating drink. The thought of you eventually moving on and finding someone else terrifies him more than he'd like to acknowledge.

On your end, you're equally conflicted. The seed of doubt and overthinking that Yoongi planted has taken root, and you find yourself questioning your own feelings. Is it just a casual fling, or is there something more beneath the surface? You don't want to admit it, not even to yourself, but there's a growing awareness that maybe, just maybe, this situationship has started to mean more to you than you initially thought.

The room buzzes with laughter and music, but in this moment, both of you are lost in the turmoil of your emotions, uncertain of where this journey will ultimately lead.

You decide to heed Yoongi's earlier suggestion of meeting in secret at the party, excusing yourself from the two men in the living room where everyone continues to have a good time. As you head upstairs, you discreetly signal to Yoongi that you'll be waiting for him in your room.

Once in your room, you decide to step out onto the balcony, feeling the crisp October air brush against your skin. The chill seems to awaken you from your drunken stupor, and you take a deep breath, gazing out into the night. The distant campus buildings are barely visible in the dim moonlight, and a plane streaks across the sky, leaving behind a trail of blinking lights.

Your phone suddenly vibrates in your hand, and you eagerly check it, expecting to see a message from Yoongi. However, as you read his response, a twinge of disappointment washes over you. Yoongi [11:02PM]: Sorry angel, i think it’s a bad idea right now. 

Yoongi [11:02PM]: another time, okay? 

Reading the pixelated words on a screen causes your chest to tighten, leaving you with a mix of emotions that you can't quite put your finger on. You're aware that your situationship with Yoongi is not committed or exclusive, yet you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It's a confusing feeling that leaves you standing on the balcony, contemplating the nature of your connection with Yoongi and wanting to run away from these thoughts. You look down from the balcony and notice Irene's dramatic exit from the party. She gets into a black car waiting at the curb, and not long after, it drives away. You don't think much of it until you hear the sliding door behind you open. At first, you assume it might be Yoongi changing his mind or teasing you about his earlier rejection. However, when you turn to see Jimin joining you, you feel a bit caught off guard.

"Oh, Darling? You're here? Why are you alone?" 

"Oh, Mimi," you reply with a smile, brushing off his question. "I just wanted to sober up a bit. I don't want to spend tomorrow dealing with a hungover existential crisis while trying to get assignments done."

Jimin nods in understanding. "Fair enough."

You lean on the railing, propping your arms up, and watch Jimin as he continues speaking. "So, how's the party, birthday boy?"

"It's been fun so far, way better than whatever BS I did for most of the day." Jimin responds.

"Irene being too much?" You ask.

Jimin rolls his eyes. 

"Yup." He seems like he's about to say more about Irene, but he changes the topic instead. "But you guys made my night. I'm not usually a 'receiving presents' type of guy, but Jin still gave me a Maple Story plush pouch with money earlier."

"Damn, that boy is more loaded than I thought," 

"Right!" Jimin agrees. "Tae got me a custom One Piece Zoro mug too." He chuckles cutely. "Oh, Yoongi hyung also said he's performing a special song for me from his upcoming mixtape at the party, so that's going to be wild as fuck." You can't help but laugh, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips as you try to make sense of the situation.

"Shit, now I feel bad that I didn't get you anything." You admit, feeling the corners of your lips curl into a playful smile. You stand up from the balcony railing, and your gaze locks with Jimin's as you lean against it, the party's background noise fading away in the distance.

"Is there anything else our birthday boy wants for his birthday?" You inquire, a glint of curiosity dancing in your eyes. Jimin's hesitation isn't lost on you, but his flirty expression keeps your attention, and you can't help but wonder where this is going.

Jimin closes the gap between you two until there is only a few mere inches from your lips, and his smile takes on a devilish edge. "A kiss."

“Huh.”

Your reaction is immediate. You freeze in place, wondering if perhaps the alcohol in your system has led you to misinterpret his words. The surprise has you giggling, a nervous, bubbling laughter that hints at uncertainty. "A kiss? Should I call Irene?" You tease, although a small part of you wonders if he's serious. You realize you're not entirely sure if you should take him seriously.

Jimin responds with a narrowed look, clearly expressing his desire, and it's evident that he means every word. "A kiss. From you.” He confirms, as he continues to close the distance between you, a playful gleam in his eyes. His breath, laced with the scent of alcohol, washes over you, making the situation feel even more surreal.

Despite your laughter, your heart races. You did not anticipate this, not from Jimin, not on his birthday, and not with Irene in the picture. It feels like a playful game at first, a continuation of your close friendship, but as the atmosphere grows heavier with tension, you're not quite sure where the line between friendship and something more blurs.

You attempt to regain your composure, using humor as a defense mechanism. 

"Uh, Jimin? I know we used to do those playful goodbye cheek kisses and all, and you practiced your first kiss on me in middle school because we're besties, but is this even okay right now? You're with Irene, after all." Your words convey your uncertainty as you try to mentally process the situation.

Jimin doesn't miss a beat. "I broke up with her.”

Your response is disbelief. "Wait, you what?"

 The shock makes you take a step back, and you try to understand why he chose this night, of all nights, to end things. You're genuinely concerned for Jimin. You know Irene been hitting several nerves for Jimin as of late, but to break up with her while at his own birthday party? 

He explains their fight as you lean on the balcony, your gaze fixated on him. His words hang in the air, and you can't help but reflect on the turn of events. 

"Oh...damn. I’m sorry," You finally reply, a mix of sympathy and understanding in your tone. You really don’t have much to say. You didn’t like her, that’s for sure. But two break ups in the same week, it’s kind of insane. There has to be some sudden explanation about how you were having a breakdown last week to suddenly everything being somewhat normal again after so long.

Jimin redirects the conversation with a flirty comment, catching you off guard yet again.

"So, my lips are free for a kiss.” He says, his eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. As Jimin's words hang in the air, you look at him with a mix of disbelief and concern, hoping he'll snap back to his senses. 

"Jimin…" You repeat his name, your voice carrying a tone of incredulity. You raise your hand to your face, rubbing your temples in an attempt to clear your head. This situation has grown far more complicated than you ever expected. You lock eyes with him, your expression stern, as you attempt to make him understand the implications of what he's asking. "Are you SURE, Park Jimin?" you insist, emphasizing his name with a hint of desperation. 

You want to make sure he's aware of the potential consequences. Irene and Yoongi both occupy a significant place in your life, and crossing boundaries could jeopardize everything.

Jimin, however, seems untroubled by the complexities of the situation. He meets your gaze and lets out a playful giggle, his words light, "Just one won't hurt, Darling."

Your breath hitches as his lips come close, and you can feel the warmth radiating from him. Before you can fully process what's happening, he leans in and captures your lips in a surprising, lingering kiss. Your world momentarily narrows down to the sensation of his lips against yours, and you find yourself responding to the touch, your eyes closing as you sink into the moment.

The kiss is tender, passionate, and slightly intoxicating. It feels like time has stopped, yet it's over within a few heartbeats, lasting no more than seven seconds. Jimin withdraws, leaving you disheveled and breathless, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he chuckles.

"Thank you, Y/N." He says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Best present I’ve gotten all day!”

With that, he turns and heads back downstairs to rejoin the party, leaving you standing on the balcony in a state of bewilderment.

Your thoughts spin in confusion. What the fuck just happened? This single, impulsive kiss has stirred up a whirlwind of emotions and questions, pushing the boundaries of your relationships with both Yoongi and Jimin. You're left in a daze, trying to make sense of it all.

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The kiss from Jimin is a secret you vow to bury deep within, a momentary lapse in a whirlwind of unexpected events. To dwell on it would be madness, and you need your sanity more than ever in this house. Thoughts about moving out or taking a semester off cross your mind for a brief moment. Living among these chaotic emotions is a constant test of your resilience, and you question whether you are cut out for it. You rejoin the party downstairs, a tumultuous mix of emotions whirling in your head. Just as you enter, you catch the sound of Yoongi strumming his guitar, and he begins to sing a song he composed for Jimin. It is called "Autumn Leaves," and the lyrics seem to pierce through the core of your being. “떨어져 날리는 저기 낙입처럼

Like the leaves over there fallen and fluttering,

힘없이 쓰러져만 가 내 사랑이

helplessly falling, my love is”

The words Yoongi sings feels like they are plucked from the depths of your own heart. As he plays the chords on his guitar, the lyrics echo the complexities of your current situation.

“저기 저 위태로워 보이는 낙업은 우리를 보는 것 같아서

Because those precarious dead leaves over there look like us

손이 닿으면 단숨에라도 바스라질 것만 같아서

Because they look like they'll crumble at any slightest touch

그저 바라만 봤지 가을의 바람과 같이

I just gazed at them like the autumn wind”

The song finishes, and the party continues, but the lyrics remain etched in your mind. Yoongi's music has always been a vessel to convey feelings and emotions. You can’t deny that it has a way of capturing your own sentiments.

The night eventually comes to a close, the soft glow of dawn peeking through the windows.

The next morning, you find yourself nestled between a pair of hungover Jungkook and Taehyung in Jin’s bed, funnily enough. The two of them obviously got an earful from Namjoon about their antics during the party, and you can’t help but laugh at the comical scene. Despite the complex relationships and tangled emotions, moments like this still remind you why you stay.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

October 23 (Tuesday) You manage to navigate the days after Jimin's birthday without any major upheavals. Now, a little over 10 days since then, time seems to be passing with an eerie calm. As the days pass, life takes on a sense of normalcy you hadn't felt in a while. You find yourself spending more time with Namjoon and Jimin, enjoying outings for rolled ice cream and accompanying Joon to the local MOMA to do one of his art history assignments. These moments of familiarity make you ponder whether things are settling back into a comforting routine or if you are merely avoiding the looming changes.

On the other hand, you still have your secret rendezvous with Yoongi . These moments are like carefully hidden gems in your hectic life. As you indulge in your intimacy, you keep a vigilant eye on the house, ensuring no prying eyes or unexpected interruptions. It has become somewhat of a routine, a small sanctuary amidst the stress and chaos of a college student life. Yoongi often uses the excuse of studying together to enter your room in secret, and it's during these stolen moments of him fingering you or eating you out that you find solace. You don’t forget to return the favor with a blowjob either.

However on this day, you and Yoongi decide to get a little friskier than usual, seeing and hearing that no one is home during this time of day. Not a common occurrence, sadly. The connection between you two grows deeper with each stolen moment, yet you can't shake the nagging uncertainty that lingers beneath the surface. Mainly about how Jimin’s kiss may have shifted your current reality even further than before.

Yoongi moves to sit in the middle of your bed, patting his thigh to signal you to sit on his lap. You do as he requests, and crawl over your bed to sit on his thighs. Your back is towards him, while you face the standing floral-bordered mirror in front of your bed. You never thought there’d be a situation where you look into this exact mirror during promiscuous activities, but you guess thanks to college anything’s possible. The thought of seeing Yoongi pushing himself in and out of you turns you on more than you want to admit. Surely, the memory of your escapade will imprint much deeper in your mind after watching yourself.

One of his hands comes down to caress your wet folds through your panties. Then he slides them to the side, thrusting two fingers inside you while his thumb rubs your sensitive spot. His other hand passes over your blue lacy tank top covered breasts while his mouth sucks gently on your neck. The mirror captures the sensual scene well. Watching yourself coupled with the stimulation from Yoongi’s skilled fingers leaves your head feeling hazy to the point you almost come. You’re about to moan his name, but quickly cover your mouth as he continues to penetrate his fingers deep inside of you. It’s the middle of the afternoon, golden beams of light shining through your window. While you know it’s very likely you two are alone right now, you can’t risk exposing this situationship no matter how good it feels.

"Yoongi…it feels good.” You breathe out after moving your hand from your lips, your voice barely louder than a whisper as your fingers gently tighten around his forearm.

"Are you enjoying it angel?" He asks in a husky tone, his warm breath caressing your right ear.

"Mhm…" You nod, a soft sigh escaping your lips. 

His own lips curl into a sultry smile, as he increases the pace of his movements, his thumb working faster, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout your body. You gently rest your head against the crook of his shoulder, and his lips seek out yours, locking in a fervent, passionate kiss. Your fingers instinctively wind through the soft strands of his hair, deepening the connection as your tongues entwined in an intimate dance.

Reluctantly, he withdraws his fingers from your trembling form, but they don't go far. Instead, he guides them to your lips. With a hint of a seductive smile, you obediently take his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue dances around them, savoring the captivating blend of your own essence. Meanwhile, his hard dick is pressing against you begging for attention.

"Do you want me?"

"S-so fucking bad…please, Yoongi.” You manage to breathe out, your voice heavy with longing.

Yoongi’s arm stretches over to your bedside table drawer to grab a condom he keeps hidden in there, rolling it down his cock quickly without losing momentum. He kisses you while running his hands along the sides of your waist and then gropes your covered breasts. You hold his cock, lifting yourself up to line his tip up with your entrance. Suddenly, Yoongi holds your chin, forcing your head forward so you can see him pushing himself further inside of you and spreading your folds in the mirror. You groan at the sight and start bouncing slowly into his lap as his hands grip your hips keeping you in place.

The surging heat envelopes your entire being, your legs parting and trembling with an electric fervor. Sensing your waning strength, he adjusts his motions, guiding you upward and causing your head to tilt back in ecstasy.

"Don't take your eyes off the mirror, Angel. Look.” He grabs your chin to face the mirror once more. “Look how well you're taking me. You're so good at this Y/N." He says, holding your hips with the other hand, thrusting into you even harder and faster. 

You two are close to coming and you can barely keep up with his pace. He slides one hand down to rub your bud while the other cups your neck and tilts your head to kiss you. His thrusts slow taking in the feeling of your kiss and the sweet sounds of you moaning into each other’s mouths. He continues to rub your clit until you come while moaning his name. He quickly covers your mouth muffling your continues sounds of pleasure. You feel him also come into the condom right after. He lifts you up to withdraw from within you. He holds you to prevent you from falling from exhaustion and places you back on the mattress to catch your breath. You are quite exhausted and sweaty, he looks at you and smiles.

After the two of you take a breather and rest for a bit, you and Yoongi return to studying on your bed as if nothing happened. You like the normalcy of things like this. The atmosphere feels light and comfortable as you converse through psych homework. You decide to change up the conversation. Halloween is approaching, and you bring up the idea of attending Matthew's Halloween party at DSP's house.

"I was talking to Hwasa yesterday," you begin with curiosity lacing your words, "and she said Matthew's throwing a big Halloween rager at DSP's house next week.” “Mhm.” Yoongi hums, waiting for you to go on. “I was thinking that we should go!” Yoongi looks as if he wants to say something, but can’t bring himself to do it as he sees you speak with stars in your eyes. He knows Halloween is one of your favorite holidays aside from Christmas, so he lets you ramble on with your suggestion. “We could dress as something silly, like Pokemon onesies, or we can do a sexy concept that makes us so hot we look dumb...like an angel and demon pairing?" You both share a laugh, but as the mirth subsides, Yoongi grows pensive.

"Y/N, that sounds great, but I've been meaning to tell you, I'm—"

You interrupt with a hint of panic, "Is this about our situationship? Do you want to end it now?" Your eyes widen, fearing the worst.

"What?" Yoongi chuckles, pouncing to wrap you in a warm hug. "No! I'm going to be out of town for half of next week."

"Huh? Wait. Oh my God, Yoongi, is this for the Future of Music Conference?" You recall Yoongi mentioning the conference back in September. 

It is a big deal, and he’s been tirelessly working as a TA for Professor Kang, which is why he’s been so busy lately. You guess it's finally paying off. Yoongi has another year left until he finishes undergrad, and he is hoping to start working in the industry right after. However, it’s not easy to get a job without experience, so he is hoping to network and get an internship before then.

"Yeah, that's the one," Yoongi confirms with a nod. "I'll probably be on a flight to Los Angeles the evening of the 31st."

“Oh no…” Your expression falls as the realization sinks in. 

The prospect of spending Halloween without Yoongi is disappointing. You can’t help but entertain some steamy thoughts, like imagining him wearing a scream mask as he fucks you. The internet has you thinking up a couple of ideas lately. However, you can’t help but feel a mixture of happiness for him making moves and somewhat sadness feeling that you are holding Yoongi back from the chance to get more involved in music. Yoongi's gentle touch reassures you, making you feel secure in this complex, secretive relationship. He seeks to understand your hesitation.

"Yeah, but why did you think I was ending this?" he asks, gesturing towards the tangled bond you both shared.

"The way you said it sounded too serious. Sometimes I’m not sure what to expect from you, Yoongs." You reply, your voice tinged with the caution you'd learned from past experiences. 

You don’t want to blame Yoongi if he wants to end the affair and return to being just best friends, without the complications that come with it.

"I'm fine with this…unless you don't want to do this anymore." Yoongi assures you, his respect for your decisions unwavering.

Sometimes, you ponder the significance of continuing this secret relationship. Namjoon is no longer with Jihyo, and Jimin has also parted ways with Irene. You have more time to spend with your friends, and you’ve been enjoying activities with them. Despite all this, you can’t bring yourself to end things with Yoongi, and you can’t fully understand why. Are you catching feelings for him?

"No, I still want to keep this up, probably as long as we can." you reply, your feelings conflicted and unclear.

 Your thoughts turn briefly to Jimin's kiss, which has left a lingering impact. For some reason, it felt different from Yoongi's kisses. Not better or worse, just different, with unique emotions woven into it.

“I won’t push you Angel, but just let me know whenever you want to stop this. I promise you that I will always be your best friend no matter what.”

Yoongi then pulls you down onto the bed, and you both drift into a peaceful nap together, the unspoken complexities of your relationships lingering in the air.

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October 31 (Wednesday) As you finish applying makeup on your knees in front of your mirror, surrounded by scattered makeup items, you check the time on your clock and see it's already 8:25. Yoongi's flight is set to depart at 8:50, and you reminisce about his early departure earlier in the day. He left with his luggage in hand, bidding you goodbye with a pat on the head, in the presence of Jungkook, Hoseok, and Namjoon. You hadn’t had the chance to hang out with Yoongi much since last week. Once he told everyone the news that he was going to the music conference, Yoongi went into strictly producer mode. He wanted to have a solid four song demo tracklist to showcase to professional producers and artists attending the conference in hopes of getting signed. Before he left, he said his schedule would be packed with various panels and activities for the next few days. He mentioned he’ll have some downtime and will text you before his return on Monday.

You rise from your seat on the floor and reach for the angel costume on your bed, changing into it. This is the outfit you chose when Hwasa took you to Spirit Halloween earlier that week, where the two of you picked your costumes together. As you gaze into the mirror, a myriad of thoughts swirl in your head, all stemming from that night on the balcony when Jimin kissed you. Even now, with Yoongi as your fuck buddy, the memory of Jimin's lips lingers in your thoughts. It's becoming a persistent distraction, and you find your mind often wandering back to that stolen kiss. The days have only made this internal conflict intensify, leaving you feeling increasingly torn between whatever you have with Yoongi and whatever is brewing with Jimin. You hear a knock on your door, breaking the spell of thoughts on your mind. You rush to open it, revealing Namjoon on the other side. He's dressed in a Hogwarts school uniform, complete with thick-rimmed glasses and a Gryffindor cloak over his outfit.

"You look so cute, Joonie!" You compliment him.

"Really?" He asks, a hint of shyness in his tone.

"Yeah, the whole look suits you well. Pair it up with your British accent, and it'll be even better," You tease, and you both share a laugh.

"Thanks, I'll do that too. You..." Namjoon's eyes roam your body, his gaze landing on the sleeveless, short white dress you're sporting for the party. "look really good too, Tiny." His gaze lingers on your cleavage for a moment before you catch on.

"Really? Good! I spent the last hour going through Tiktok for makeup tutorials, and I was so close to giving up and not going anymore.” You admit with a chuckle.

"Seriously, you look great! Where are you heading tonight?" Namjoon inquires.

"I was going to go to Dark Side with Hwasa and the other girls. We're planning to go to DSP's party since Matthew kindly extended the invite a few weeks ago." You explain. 

Dark Side is a neighborhood on the southwest side of campus known for throwing wild and raunchy parties. You'd never venture there alone, but with the girls there as well as Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin heading to DSP later, you'll have trustworthy friends close by.

"I'll try to swing by later tonight too. I'll be on Light Side, Halloween bar hopping with John, Zico, and San for Jin's frat event. Drinks are $1 for two hours, and I don't want to miss that." Namjoon shares with a chuckle.

"Oh, that sounds fun too, but I want to spend time with the girls this one time, so I gotta pass. Send my regards to Jinnie for me." You say with a smile.

"Of course." Namjoon replies.

"Is BTS' angel ready to go?" Hwasa, dressed as The Bride from Kill Bill, peeks into your room next to Namjoon.

"Kill Bill?" Namjoon raises an eyebrow at her choice.

"Yeah, why not? SZA made it trendy again." Hwasa scoffs, playfully defending her costume.

"Okay, you two! I don't want to see Harry Potter and The Bride fight to the death in my room. Let's go get wasted, shall we?" You say, intervening.

"Fine!" They reply in unison, and together you head downstairs to find the rest of your friends. Grim Reaper Soyoon, Barbie Cowgirl Jieun, and Dorothy Soohyun, are waiting by the door for you. You head out together, bidding Namjoon and Jin, who are making food in the kitchen, goodbye.

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As you arrive at Matthew's frat house, you can't help but be awestruck by the eerie Halloween atmosphere that greets you. The whole house is bathed in a sinister red lighting, casting an unsettling glow on everything it touches. A mysterious haze hangs in the air, making your every breath feel like a step into the unknown. You aren’t sure if it’s coming from a fog machine or the smoke of people hotboxing the house with weed, but it adds ambience. String lights are meandered throughout the house, resembling spider web-like streamers that cling to the walls and ceilings, giving the place an otherworldly feel. Enormous pumpkins and grinning skulls adorn various corners, casting ominous shadows. The centerpiece of the decorations is a giant tapestry in the living room featuring a hauntingly detailed skull and the bold letters "DSP HALLOWEEN RAGER 20XX" leaving no doubt that DSP going all out for Halloween is definitely their frat tradition.

You and the girls continue exploring the house, drinking whatever glittery purple concoction was in one of several cauldrons by the alcohol table, immersing yourselves further into the atmosphere. Loud music reverberates through the air, colorful lights flash, and costumed partygoers fill every corner. 

You're glad you chose to come as an angel. The outfit is simple: a white satin corset dress, white pumps, paired with feathered wings and a shimmering halo headband to add a touch of ethereal charm. It's easy to move around and dance without feeling too weighed down. The alcohol flows freely, infusing everyone with a giddy sense of euphoria. The beats of the music thump in your chest, electrifying the atmosphere even more. You and the girls can't help but dance once you get closer to the music, caught in the moment.

Matthew, who has been DJing with his fellow Delta, Somin, takes a break and strolls over to your group with a tray of tequila shots. His tracks have been setting the perfect vibe for the party since you got there, blending seamlessly with the pulsating energy in the room. From Beyonce to Doja to Michael Jackson to Post Malone.

"Hey, ladies!" He greets you and the girls with a charismatic grin. He's dressed as a '90s grunge rocker, his outfit complete with ripped jeans, a band tee, and a flannel shirt tied around his waist. “I brought y’all some shots! It’s from my special Don Julio stash.” Soyoon looks at the tray, surprised with the VIP treatment from DSP’s President. “Really? Wow, that’s awesome. Thanks Matthew.” 

“Nah, it’s nothing!” “Cheers!" You all chimed in unison, lifting your shot glasses high to clink together before downing them. The tequila's warmth coursing through you.

"Matthew, I gotta say, you're killing it as the DJ tonight!" Hwasa exclaims.

Matthew chuckles modestly. "Thanks, Hyejin. Always a pleasure to make y’all dance. And Y/N, you look truly angelic, by the way." His compliment comes with a wink and a nod of approval.

"Aw, thank you, Matthew! You're not looking too shabby yourself as a '90s rockstar." You reply with a grin as you sip your drink.

As you chat, Matthew offers you and the girls some insights into the party scene tonight.

"It’s pretty packed here tonight. A lot of the Gamma guys and Psi peeps decided to come by. GOT doesn't usually do Halloween parties, and I’m sure y’all already know that DSP is the go-to spot for Halloween festivities on campus. Y’all better dance and drink safely, alright? Let me know if y’all need anything." You all nod and thank him for his consideration for your safety.

Hearing about the Gamma guys' presence, you can't help but wonder if Jaebeom is among them. You do not want an awkward and uncomfortable run in with him or any of his Gamma buds.

The night progresses, and as you engage in the festivities, you can't help but feel a growing sense of nostalgia and longing for Yoongi. Halloween had always been a cherished tradition for both of you since childhood. You would go trick-or-treating with the 3 boys under the guidance of Yoongi’s older brother and then eventually spending Halloween nights watching slasher films, which Yoongi hated, but watched knowing how much you and Jimin liked them. Not having him by your side this time felt lonely. And while the worries about Namjoon and Jimin's romantic involvements had dissipated, the absence of Yoongi left a void in the group that you couldn't ignore. 

Despite this yearning for him to be here, thoughts of Jimin continued to intrude, making you feel conflicted. You remember the playful cheek kisses and innocent pecks on the cheek that you and Jimin used to share as best friends, but now the thought of that happening again feels entirely different. That birthday kiss was not like the past ones.

The more alcohol you consume, the more Jimin's presence continues to tug your mind, creating a sense of inner turmoil. You remind yourself that you don’t owe Yoongi exclusivity, yet your arrangement with him still hung heavily in the back of your mind.

Fuck, you feel yourself falling into insanity.

Not long after you start feeling like you’re going crazy, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook finally show up. You glance at each of their costumes: Taehyung is dressed as a character from Bridgerton, while Hoseok is all out as a pirate. This is great, you think to yourself. However, as your eyes move to Jimin, you find it hard to maintain your composure. His vampire costume is equal parts charming and alluring, and your slightly intoxicated state makes it difficult to look him in the eyes. His demeanor is relaxed, but he's no stranger to reading people's body language. You have managed to act like nothing has been picking at your brain when talking with him the past weeks since his birthday, but that’s not the case right now. Jungkook, wearing a Rocky boxing costume, gently shakes your shoulder asking if you’re good, to which you say yes. You’re lying, which Jimin takes note of. 

In the kitchen, while you chat and laugh with the group, you find your gaze involuntarily drawn to Jimin more than once. At one point, your flustered state leads to an accidental mishap – you drop your drink. Thankfully, it's a party, and no one minds a small accident.

Jimin notices your nervousness and the way you keep fidgeting. He smiles playfully, sensing your discomfort but not mentioning it outright. You're grateful for his discretion. The chemistry between you and Jimin has shifted since his birthday party, and navigating this new territory is both nerve wracking and a little confusing.

After a brief chat with your girls and guys, you all part ways to continue navigating DSP’s party and its many alcohol-filled Halloween activities. Your constant urge to keep your eye on Jimin continues despite the large crowd of people filing in and out of the house. You are standing next to Soyoon and Jieun playing King’s Cup against Sigma Kappa Zeta’s Chris and a group of other guys, as you glance at the other side of the house seeing the dance floor filled with familiar faces. 

And there he is again. Jimin. 

There are a few girls dressed as Barbie clones circling around him, trying to grind against him, but their attention on him doesn’t faze you. This phenomenon is quite familiar when it comes to Jimin. He’s gorgeous, everyone knows it, and everyone wants him.

However, you remained immune to what they commonly refer to as the "Jimin Effect." Jimin himself is well aware of the impact he has on others, but for you, he is simply Jimin, a close friend, and nothing more. You never thought of anything more with him. He'd try to tease you at times by giving you cheek kisses because it's what French people do when they say hello or goodbye. "It's just faire la bise.” he'd say, but it'd be a ploy to see if you'd crack. You didn't.

There was a time, though, when you spent more time with Jimin than with Namjoon or Yoongi. The latter two had started high school, which was situated across town from where you lived. Your daily interactions with them dwindled because of the new commitments and distance. 

However, one day, you noticed a change in Jimin's behavior. He seemed anxious, fidgety even. It was then that he asked you a rather unexpected question.

"Could you be my practice partner for my first official kiss?" 

Your eyes widened, convinced that he was pulling your leg with one of his classic pranks. You inquired if he was serious, and he assured you he was genuinely seeking your assistance for something he had no idea how to do, even though he found it embarrassing to admit. Recognizing his sincere plea for help, you decided to assist him. Your initial attempts during after-school sessions proved fruitless, but after watching "The Notebook" together one afternoon, you decided to replicate one of the film's romantic kissing scenes. At first, it felt awkward, and the two of you couldn't help but chuckle after. But as the scene played out repeatedly, you began to notice a subtle shift. The practice had evolved into something; there was a growing intimacy in each kiss you shared. And this was how you too, had your first kiss. Jimin's nervousness gradually transformed into comfort, and you noticed how his lips became more confident against yours. His sweet laughter and warm smile during your practices caused a shift. You found yourself thinking about him more often than you’d want to admit to anyone.

As time went on, you both became increasingly comfortable in each other's presence. While these practice sessions were meant to be lighthearted, they grew into meaningful moments for the two of you. 

Though this period was fleeting, like to the ephemeral beauty of cherry blossoms in spring, their brief existence was marked by a burst of color before gracefully scattering away. Much like those delicate petals, your shared moments of intimacy came to an end, not lasting beyond that season. 

Jimin got his "official first kiss" from one of the girls he admired in your 8th-grade history class. As you both stepped into high school, he had started seeing and dating a series of people. He continued on as if that time was just a dream. Namjoon and Yoongi never learned of what transpired between you two. And you too, had continued to live your life like nothing had happened during that spring of your final year in middle school.

Until now. "Y/N!" Jimin's voice pierces through the loud music and chatter. 

You snap back to the present, his call pulling you out of the distant memories from long ago. Your eyes widen in surprise, wondering why he is calling your name so urgently. Before you can react, he exchanges some quick words with the girls around him and makes his way toward you. You will your feet to move forward to meet him. You are about to ask about the urgency when Jimin speaks first.

"I needed an excuse." He confesses, his shoulders slumping with a sigh, "I couldn't get rid of them."

Ah, classic Jimin. A smile tugs at your lips as he runs his hand through his hair in a way that you know well. You aren’t sure why you feel a rush of giddiness knowing he chose you over the other girls.

"Let's dance, darling?" Jimin suggests, breath warm against your ear. His words make your brows furrow. You tilt your head, teasingly skeptical.

"Are you drunk right now?"

"You know I've got a high alcohol tolerance." He replies, his confidence unshaken.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Park.” You concede, and with that, he pulls you deeper into the crowd on the dance floor, ready to let the music and the moment carry you both away.

In the dimly lit embrace of the dance floor, you find yourself swaying to the beat of Take My Breath by The Weeknd, creating a world of sensuality around you. Jimin's strong hands confidently claim the small of your back, and his touch sends a wave of heat radiating through your body. Together, you move with grace, entangled in a slow, seductive dance that defies the pulsating rhythm around you.

Your fingers glide along the contours of his muscular cape-covered shoulder, and you're entranced by the intense connection in his dark, probing eyes. Each sinuous movement feels like a secret conversation, a silent language whispered through touch.

Jimin's warm breath, tinged with a hint of alcohol, brushes against your earlobe as he guides you even closer. The sensation of his lips softly grazing your neck sent a shiver down your spine, intensifying the yearning that courses through every nerve. As his hands caress your body, his cologne, a scent different from the one he used to wear, envelopes you, adding to your growing sense of intoxication. The fragrance was a symphony of warm, vanilla notes, creating an intoxicating blend that only heightens your desire.

The world outside your bubble seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this sensual realm. The chemistry between you intensifies with every caress, each gentle press of your bodies, as you're pulled deeper into a realm of unspoken longing.

The sweet agony of desire intensifies, and your souls unite, dancing to a silent melody that pulses with yearning and passion. In this enchanted moment, you are giving in to the irresistible pull of the night, surrendering to the all-consuming allure that keeps you locked in your sensual dance. Suddenly, you are pulled out of your blissful daze as you notice Hogwarts student Namjoon and Navy Captain Jin enter the front door. You quickly pull apart from Jimin as you see them nearing. While you and Jimin promiscuously dancing isn't a new sight for any of your housemates, for some reason, you can't help but stop. The action even surprises you. Jimin's lust-filled eyes widen, wondering if he did something wrong.

Namjoon soon approaches behind Jimin, which scares him a little. "Made it just in time, you two."

"Namjoon!" You say in unison, but in different tones.

Namjoon looks at the two of you lovingly. "Finally, the avengers are all together." 

"Well except Yoongi hyung," Jimin points out in a somber tone.  

In that split second, you remember again that Yoongi isn’t there. You check your phone in your bag to see if he sent you any LA updates, to which he had about 5 minutes ago. Yoongi [10:23pm] : I landed. Safe and Sound. 👍

Yoongi [10:23pm] : In the city of angels without my angel :( 

Yoongi pulling out your nickname in that second text has you flustered for a second. Thank God the lighting is red here or else you’d be questioned until no end.

"Why don’t we take a picture together to send to him! Let him know we're together."

The other two men nod, and you hand your phone to Namjoon, with the longest arms, to take a selca together. The three of you squeeze together, Jimin in the middle, and Namjoon stretches his arm as far as he can to capture the perfect shot. 

"Got it!" Namjoon grins, showing the picture to all of you.

You take a moment to admire it. It's a funny picture: Namjoon with his typical fuckboy smile, Jimin kissing your temple while winking his eye at the camera, and you holding up a peace sign capturing the essence of your overall shared bond. 

You [10:29PM]: [Photo Attachment]

You [10:30PM]: Good to know, but we miss our favority kitty boy bestie here with us :(

As you send it to Yoongi, you can't help but hope he'll find a way to have a good time tonight. You wonder how things would’ve been different tonight if he was around. Would you still be lusting for Jimin while Yoongi’s with you? Or would your wicked thoughts have you wanting them both. You choose not to think about it more. In a distant city, Yoongi feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and quickly retrieves it to find a new photo message from you. Upon opening it, he sees a picture of Namjoon, Jimin, and you. While he would typically be thrilled to see a photo of all of you, an uneasy feeling creeps into the pit of his stomach when he sees Jimin kissing your temple. He decides to wait awhile until he’s more situated in his hotel room to respond.

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You tell yourself you can't continue to be around Jimin tonight. That's why you escape your two best friends and find yourself outside with Soohyun and Hwasa, navigating a makeshift haunted maze set up by DSP in their backyard. After making it out alive, the three of you decide to take a breather. It's during this moment of respite that Hwasa decides to address the elephant in the room. "So, when are you going to stop running away from Jimin tonight?" Hwasa speaks up, causing Sooyoung to gasp.

"Damn you, Ahn Hyejin, and your psychic senses!" You curse half-jokingly. Sooyoung, being candid as ever, chimes in, "To be fair, you couldn't keep your eyes off him earlier." "Honey is up to no good, it seems," Hwasa narrows her eyes at you, hinting at what she already knows about you and Yoongi, but not what's up with Jimin.

Afraid you might spill more than necessary with strangers potentially overhearing your conversation, you hastily excuse yourself, claiming you need to use the bathroom. You head back inside through the side door. As you scan the room, you don't spot Jimin anywhere, making you wonder if he's left for another party.

You’re kind of relieved you can finally breathe in peace.

You grab your phone from your bag to check to see if Yoongi had replied back to the photo from earlier, but you only see that he read it not long after you sent it. You don’t think much of it. Maybe he’s busy with the others that went on the trip with him. At the same time you feel a bit worried.

You make your way upstairs and locate a door that you assume leads to a bathroom. Jackson is standing in front of it, looking out of it. Is he high? You ask him to move, and he manages to shuffle away. In your haste, you swing open the door, slam it shut behind you, and make sure you locked it. However, once you turn around to look at your surroundings, you realize you walked into a bedroom, not a bathroom. Inside, you find Jimin sitting on the bed, holding a barely smoked blunt. The scent of marijuana hangs in the air, and the dimly lit room adds to the surreal atmosphere.

"Y/N?" Jimin's voice sounds both surprised and somewhat amused, his eyes glistening with the effects of the weed. He takes another hit from the blunt before carefully setting it aside.

God, you have no mercy tonight, it seems.

"I was trying to find the bathroom...but, um, I didn’t know you smoked weed." You comment, regarding him with a curious expression.

"Okay, well, I started smoking with Hoseok at the back of the house during the summer, but Irene didn't like the smell and told me to cut it out."

"Ah, I see." You acknowledge with a nod, the mention of Irene casting a shadow over your curiosity. Consequently, you opt not to probe further into the matter.

You remain there, gazing at Jimin, who returns your gaze intently. Although you momentarily consider fleeing the situation, for some inexplicable reason, you find yourself unable to move. Completely frozen in this moment with your best friend, trapped in what appears to be Matthew's bedroom.

Your attention dips to Jimin's rosy, plump lips, appearing irresistibly kissable. A dangerous impulse, stirred by the alcohol coursing through your veins, threatens to push you toward a regrettable choice. This isn't good. 

"Did I finally win?" Jimin giggles.

"Huh?" You respond, your perplexed expression once again betraying your internal thoughts. What does he mean? Surely not what you're thinking…

Jimin's laughter deepens, whether fueled by the weed or your confused reaction, it's hard to tell. Abruptly, he rises from the bed, grabs your hands, and pulls you back onto the bed with him. You find yourself beneath him, your breath quickening. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, studying you with admiration.

"You've finally fallen under the 'Jimin effect,' huh? Did that birthday kiss really hit you that hard?" He teases.

"Ugh!" You groan, hiding your face behind one of your hands with your phone in the other hand, letting out a resigned sigh. "I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

"I knew it!"

"Okay yes! Fine! I've been thinking about it since the party!” You admit, embarrassed to hear your own voice say this to his face.

Jimin's eyebrows arch curiously as he asks, "What have you been thinking about?"

“...Wanting to kiss you again.” You mumble, your frustration apparent.

"Then why won’t you just do it?” 

You’re caught off guard by this question. Why won’t you do it? What’s stopping you? Yoongi? You’re not dating him though. But was it ever established that you would be exclusive to each other? Your semi-intoxicated brain can’t remember what rules you two set in place. 

Though, the more you think about your answer to Jimin’s question, the more you start to remember what Yoongi asked many nights ago. Your semi-intoxicated brain struggles to recall the boundaries you had set. You told Yoongi that Jimin was like a brother who can empathize with you, but is that really the case? What if you’re more afraid of acknowledging some underlying feelings, not just for Jimin but also for Yoongi and Namjoon? In an ideal world, you’d love to spend your life with all of them, but the harsh reality might not allow it.

“I-I don’t know…” You stutter.

"Well, do you want to do it again then…" Jimin speaks slowly, as if sensing that he, too, is hesitant about what he wants to do next with you. “...Darling?”

Your nod slowly, a bit hesitant, but still eager in your actions. Recalling Jimin's preference for explicit consent, you affirm, "Yes."

With that assurance, Jimin closes the remaining distance between your lips. The moment his mouth meets yours, it's as if a long-held tension is released. The kiss is soft, a gentle exploration of the warmth and tenderness that lies beneath the surface. His fingers lightly trace the contours of your face, brushing over your cheek and down to your jaw, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Your own hands find their way to his back, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his cape as you pull him closer.

Time seems to stand still as the world outside fades into insignificance.

Jimin's kisses gradually deepen, turning more passionate and fervent. The taste of his lips, combined with the lingering scent of weed in the air, fuels a heady desire that sweeps through you. Sour candy. It’s the only way you could describe it. Like the sweet citrus cocktail you saw him drink earlier that night. 

His fingers brush across the sensitive skin of your neck and collarbone before he cups your breast in his hand. Jimin kneads your breast over the fabric of the dress for a moment before you help him free them. He breaks the kiss to swoop down and take one of your hard nipples into his mouth. Jimin swirls his tongue once before sucking the bud into his mouth and releasing far too soon. He plants a few kisses on your exposed breasts leaving you only wanted more. 

He pulls you back to continue kissing and a soft moan escapes your lips muffled by Jimin's mouth. You can't help but think about your complicated feelings and the new questions that have surfaced. You're not sure where this will lead, but for now, all that matters is this. The sound of surrender to his advances.

“Touch me more…I want to feel you…please….”

Jimin pushes your dress up roughly and slides your panties down your legs discarding them over the end of the bed. He hungrily looks at you. Your whole body is itching for more of him. It feels like your whole body is on fire.

He brings his hand down, slipping his fingers inside of you. He moves slowly at first, teasing you like he always does. Although now, you are in a completely different situation than ever before. Your face contorts in pleasure as he changes speed, plunging his fingers in and out of your pussy with purpose.

Jimin finds your clit with the thumb of the hand deep inside you and you moan as he presses his thumb onto the sensitive area. His other fingers explore your walls, circling them softly and pushing ever so gently against them. You feel like you’re going to explode into a million pieces with each tantalizing motion of his fingers. He looks up at you as he giggles. He knows that he has corrupted you completely with his own fingers and there is no turning back now. You faintly get a sense of Deja Vu.

Your breathing becomes heavy as he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster as the pleasure intensifies. As you feel you’re incredibly close to reaching an orgasm, suddenly, you hear your phone vibrate aside you. This sound catches Jimin’s attention. 

His hand moves to grab your phone to see that a text message came in.

From Yoongi.

“Yoongi hyung?”

Your eyes immediately widened, panic setting in.

“J-Jimin! Give me the phone!” You yelp out despite your hazy brain continuing to bask in the pleasure of Jimin’s fingers. You know that while Yoongi's message might be harmless, you can’t risk Jimin stumbling upon your previous conversations with him. The consequences of that discovery are unknown, and you don’t want to find out.

"But I want to reply to Hyung!" Jimin protests playfully.

"N-No, I'll reply!" You insist, desperation in your voice.

Jimin's eyes shift from the screen to you, and he asks with a hint of suspicion, "So needy…Y/N, is there something you're hiding?" 

His gaze bores into yours, and you can sense that he is more perceptive than you have anticipated.

Jimin's question hangs in the air, and you feel the weight of it pressing on you. Your hazy thoughts race as you struggle to come up with a plausible explanation.

He removes his fingers from inside you, leaving you on the brink of an orgasm with your pussy clenching around the air. The abrupt halt to the intense sensation leaves you breathless, aching for release, and a soft whimper escapes your lips as Jimin withdraws his fingers. His revelation, however, catches you by surprise, and you are momentarily stunned.

"I have an idea of what's been going on," He admits, his voice low and laced with a suspicious bounce in the tone. "But I want to hear it from you. What's going on with you and Hyung?"

Your mind races, torn between loyalty to Yoongi and the trust you hold for Jimin. Your immediate urge is to lie, but Jimin has known you for years, and lying to his face would hurt you and feel disrespectful towards him. On the other hand, you told Yoongi you wouldn’t tell anyone in the house and you wouldn’t want him to get hurt either.

Jimin's proximity makes it even more difficult to keep your secrets hidden. He leans in close, his warm breath against your ear as he whispers, "If you tell me, I'll keep going. If you don't, we stop, and we can pretend this never happened."

A part of Jimin thinks he’s going too far with this game, but after the break up with Irene, he knew immediately what he wanted. You. He spent far too long running away from his own feelings. If he keeps doing that, you will eventually leave his side permanently. He cares too much about you and doesn’t want someone else to pull you away. He is unsure if his Hyungs feel the same about you.

His offer hangs in the air, a tempting proposition. You wrestle with your thoughts, torn between loyalty, desire, and the need for honesty. 

As if the current atmosphere isn’t tense enough, Yoongi proceeds to call you, which you identify by his customized ringtone. 

Against all odds in this enclosed space, you respond.

“Jimin…you can hate me for this and I have my reasons for wanting this, but for the past few weeks…”  You take a deep breathe before saying what you most likely will regret telling him. God, you need to pray that this will end well somehow.

“I’ve been sleeping with Yoongi.”

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Rebound | Chapter One: Cherry Picking

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: break up, implied cheating, cursing/sexual language

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound. Notes: The first chapter! Enjoy x

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You hated the days where the girl's basketball team was forced to practice with the boys. It meant that you'd have to deal with the smell of boy sweat, being blatantly checked out, and many of the guys making fools of themselves as they tried to show off. Not to mention, you didn't like giving away your plays to the boy's team. Sure, you all played for the same university, but with an even amount of championship wins, this year, the competition was between the boys and the girls and who would be able to bring home another title that year.

And, you'd caught the boy's captain, Min Yoongi watching you as you ran through plays with your team. However, it wasn't the glances like you were used to from the rest of his team, the ones that lingered over your body and left you feeling like you needed a shower. No, Yoongi was watching each step of your foot, each time you faked a pass, or threw a basket. He was learning from you, and that was completely unacceptable.

You and Yoongi has been playing together since you were in high school. Now, as seniors in college, it was both of yours last chance to earn a championship for your respective teams. You both had previous championship wins, but the boys and girls never won a championship in the same year. And, this year, it was going to be yours.

"Yah, Min Yoongi! Why don't you come down here and show off your own strategy instead of stealing mine?!"

"I wasn't stealing," he said. "I was admiring." A smirk crossed his face quickly, fading so quickly you weren't sure it had even been there at all. "But, fine. Come on boys, let's play some defense."

Yoongi called over his team and instructed his starters to get into their respective defensive positions. His eyebrow arched as he got into position in front of you, his stance low and his arms out. Yoongi was known for his defense, in fact, it had turned many games. If your offense could beat Min Yoongi, it could beat anybody.

"Captain on Captain," he said, his momentary smirk returning. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever loses has to stay and clean up. Both locker rooms."

You shrugged, you often stayed for hours after practice anyway, but the thought of having to clean the boy's locker room made you want to throw up. However, you agreed—not willing to back down—and waited for the coach to blow the whistle, signaling for you to begin.

You began dribbling the ball and headed towards the basket. Yoongi was right there with you, his chest less than an inch from you. You stopped and passed the ball to a teammate before booking it over to the side of the basket where she passed it back to you.

It was a fairly simple play--the ball only being passed between you two--unless for some reason either of you was otherwise occupied. It depended on your teammates moving around to keep their defenders busy while the two of you used the free space to your advantage.

Yoongi attempted to catch the pass, his fingertips connecting with the ball, but you managed to catch it and throw it up at the basket before he could get a grip. The ball bounced off the basket and rebounded in your direction.

Yoongi managed to catch the rebound and started dribbling down the court. You defended him, but he was faster than he looked. You managed to get in his face just as he shot the ball up towards the basket, but it didn't faze him and the ball sunk into the basket.

You cursed under your breath. You turned--attempting to retrieve the ball--and your ass rubbed against Yoongi's thigh and you could practically hear the smirk break out across his face.

The game continued fairly uneventfully. The boys were two points ahead due to a lucky three point shot. It was the last half of the final quarter and you had to do something. You carefully signaled to your team to do a play that involved passing the ball excessively before one of your teammates finally passes it back to you and you go for the three point shot. You could think of nothing sweeter than winning by one point.

The play went smoothly with the ball coming back to you. Yoongi had only left your side for a moment in an attempt to catch the pass back to you, but as he quickly discovered what you were planning, he lunged towards you. Attempting to stop the ball from its ascent, he had too much momentum and smacked right into you. The ball's ascent becoming much sharper and landing far short of the basket.

You--on the other hand--had fallen straight backwards. Luckily, your butt broke your fall and you rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, out of breath from the shock. You heard the whistle blown--indicating that Yoongi fouled you--and it brought you back to reality.

Everyone seemed to be asking if you were okay, in a flurry of questions that only made you feel dizzy. You simply offered a quick nod and made your way to the free throw line. You easily made the two free shots, tying up the game.

The whistle sounded. "Games over," the coach said. "Looks like the teams are pretty evenly matched." He nodded at you and Yoongi. He dismissed practice and you turned to look at Yoongi.

"So, I guess the bet's off? Since we tied? We'll each just clean our own?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't mind doing both. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You laughed. "I'm fine, Yoongi. You've seen me take worse falls."

"I know, it's just--I caused this one--"

"Well, if you really want to clean the girl's locker room, it's fine. Just text me first or something so I can make sure everyone's out."

vVv

You didn't register Yoongi's text as you sat underneath your office desk. Your legs pulled into your chest as you tried to steady your breaths. He had to have known you were in your office by now. He'd been at practice and was probably changing when he sent the simple text.

"I'm breaking up with you, Y/N."

You knew your now--ex-boyfriend had probably left already--probably already had another date lined up. God, you hoped it wasn't with one of the other girls on your team. Partially because of the awkwardness, but also, because every girl on your team deserved better than a boy who would break up through text.

You heard a hesitant knock on the door. You huddled down closer underneath your desk, hoping that if you could keep your sobs quiet enough, whoever it was would just go away.

"Anyone still in here?" you heard Yoongi ask, as he peeked into the empty locker in room. Your office was connected to the locker room, but the blinds on your window were closed and your door was closed. You pulled your legs as close as they could possibly get to your body and pressed your head into your knees, hoping Yoongi would clean and leave thinking simply that you'd left already.

You heard as he shuffled around the locker room picking up half drank water bottles and making sure all the locks were secure. Your sobs were building up in your chest and you feared you couldn't hold them back. You inhaled sharply, but the exhale came out shaky. You whimpered, trying to hold the tears back.

The nearly completely concrete room carried sound better than some music rooms and it was only a moment later the shuffling paused.

"Y/N?"

You stayed quiet, even forgetting to breath for a few moments. You weren't sure how he immediately knew it was you. Maybe it was because you were always known to stay after practice and do your homework or work on strategy, often not leaving until it was dark. Or, maybe you two had simply played long enough together he could tell you from the others on the team.

You phone vibrated, somehow reverberating off the walls. It was simply reminding you of Yoongi's unread text and you muttered a silent curse as you heard the shuffling stop once again.

"Y/N?" he asked again, this time approaching the door to your office.

You closed your eyes and tried not to notice how the light was suddenly blinding you, even with your eyes shut.

"Y/N, what are you doing down there?" he asked. "Wait, what happened?"

You opened your eyes and looked up at the boy who was crouched down in front of your desk and examining you with his frustratingly puppy like eyes.

"It's nothing," you said, crawling out from underneath your desk and leaning against it and crossing your arms. Yoongi followed you, standing up, but not leaving the room.

"It's not nothing," he said. "I haven't seen you cry this much since you broke your wrist at championships Freshman year."

"At least I made the shot though," you said, smiling for half a second before it faded.

"I-I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?"

You shook your head. "No, really, Yoongi, I'm fine. It's stupid."

Yoongi stood in silence, waiting for you to explain. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation or a fight, and you were too exhausted to argue with the boy. Normally, when you were grumpy, he was the first person you picked a fight with, but you hated him seeing you in your weakened state. And, you knew he would see through your attempts at trying to argue for what they were--trying to annoy him into leaving.

"Isn't Ji-yoo waiting for you?" you asked, your attempt at stalling causing him to sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. You knew mentioning his girlfriend was a sure fire way to piss him off, but the girl was sweet and a decent player. You honestly didn't want her to have to wait on your problems.

"Y/N, just tell me what happened. We've known each long enough. I'm not gonna tell any of the boys about this."

Your eyes shifted away from him and your hands gripped the desk, your knuckles turning white. You held back another sob that has built up during the conversation, feeling more pathetic than ever.

"Chan-woo broke up with me," you said. "He texted me a little before you did." The sob came out and you hid your face in your hands.

You felt Yoongi's body envelope yours. You immediately fell into his warmth, your face hiding in his black T-shirt. You could still smell his body wash and a small hint of a musky cologne. He'd obviously showered just after practice and you couldn't be more thankful as you took in his scent and you felt yourself relax against him and the desk.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and deep. It was the voice he used when he pitied you. His arm tightened around your back and you propped your chin on the center of his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand coming up to carefully brush some of your still damp hair from your face. "I know we're not really friends, but I don't like to see you upset. What happened to the Y/N from high school? You were the one breaking hearts then."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully. "Like yours? Remember when you asked me to homecoming and I said no?" You dragged your fingertip over his chest and felt his gaze harden. Not maliciously, but enough to make you pause.

Your body tensed again under his gaze. His dark eyes looking at you in a way you couldn't describe. His gaze felt warm, but it was like sitting too close to a fire, the sparks began to burn.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do remember. I also remember driving you home after you got stood up that night."

You pulled away, losing his warmth was nearly painful, but you wiped your eyes, the tears having stopped spilling. The sobs were no longer in your throat, but you could still feel where they sat.

"Oh yeah," you said. "I, uh, forgot about that."

"I know you're upset, but you deserve better. You know that, right?"

"No, its okay. I know. He was a jerk, anyway, and I really should've seen this coming. I always saw the way he looked at the other girls on the team. I don't really know why I'm so upset about it. I know I shouldn't be cause he was probably cheating on me anyway, but--"

Yoongi's lips cut yours off. It caught you off guard, but your hands seemed to naturally gravitate towards his freshly washed and still half damp hair and your legs spread allowing him to come closer. His hands anchored to the desk on either side of your hips. The kiss was short, but heated, and when he pulled away you felt yourself yearning for him to come back.

"Stop talking about him," Yoongi said. "It'll make you feel worse."

"Yoongi, what was that?"

"You were rambling."

You couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle at his excuse. Yoongi's eyes seemed to soften when you laughed, but his posture was still tense, his hands still resting on either side of you, and his body still so much closer than you two got outside of the court.

"I never liked the way he talked about you in the locker room," he said, his head lowering slightly. His gaze falling from yours.

"Mmm, is that right? How'd he talk about me?"

Yoongi seemed surprised at your response, but his gaze shot back to yours. It had darkened though, from a look of concern to one of need.

"All the things he wanted to do to you," he said, his voice becoming raspy and breathless. You noticed his gaze slipping downward, although you had no idea where.

"Like what?"

Yoongi's right hand moved from the desk and onto your thigh, pushing up your basketball shorts slightly. His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, but he didn't attempt to go any further.

"He wanted to fuck you on the court. Right at half court."

"Is that all?"

"Well, he was more specific, but I'll spare you the details."

Yoongi's face was dangerously close to your own, your foreheads nearly colliding.

"Don't guys talk about that stuff all the time?"

"Yeah, but it was different."

"Why?"

Yoongi knew you were baiting him, but as his fingers began to slowly massage the skin of your thigh, he seemed to care less.

"Cause it was about you."

"What makes me so different, Min Yoongi?"

He didn't answer the hair on his forehead tickling your skin.

"Is it cause you've known me so long I've become like a sister to you?"

"No," he said.

"Is it cause you have your own fantasies about me?"

Again, he didn't say anything, but he bit his lip and let out a shallow grunt that seemed to be in affirmation. "Just cause your glances are subtle, Yoongi, doesn't mean I don't notice."

His glance was less than subtle coming to rest at your lips and finally meeting your eyes full of something primal.

"What do you want to do to me, Yoongi?"

His lips brushed against the skin on your neck—testing the waters—and when your neck lulled back allowing him full access. He was eager and immediately his tongue came into contact with your skin and made you shiver.

"I want to fuck you on this desk," he said.

"Then, do it." One of your hands returned to his hair, while the other played with the hem of his T-shirt. "And, don't spare me any of the details."

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regroup | jeon jungkook [part two]

summary: drifting away from your best friend is never an easy thing to deal with. its a good thing a very important project is forcing you both to regroup

➳ pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

➳ genre: college au, fluff, angst, smut (eventually)

➳ rating: 18+

➳ warnings: none! just a lot of fluff

➳ wc: 1.4k+

➳ author's notes: i hope you all enjoy part two! i'm sorry it took so long to get here. school and work have been kicking my ASS. but anyways! let me know what you think!

PROLOGUE | PART ONE | PART TWO

“Now who’s the late one, huh?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows as you plopped your bag down on the seat next to him. You rolled your eyes as he teased you, raising his eyebrows at your irritated expression. 

“Don’t start Jeon.” You opened up your laptop in a hurry, cringing as you read the time. You were only ten minutes late but in your eyes, it was wasted time. You two still had nothing to show for since you got paired together and the due date was creeping closer and closer. 

“I totally forgot that my building was doing a maintenance check today and so I had to stay there for hours while they checked doors and toilets and ugh…anyways.”

For a moment, it went quiet between you both. You looked up at the man sitting across from you as he scanned your face, brow furrowed. 

Your own eyebrows knitted together “What? Do I have something on my face?” You pulled your phone out to check your reflection. Nothing seemed out of place.

“No no, I’m just….did you get to eat?” he said lowly. 

You thought back to the manic morning, trying to wonder if you did eat that banana that was left on your side. Your tummy rumbled at the thought.

 I guess that was your answer.

“Uh no, not yet but, I’ll just get something later.” You opened up your notes “We need to get a move on.”

Jungkook shook his head “No, absolutely not. You need to eat. It’s already 3:15. You must be starving.” The scrape of his chair echoed across the library. “Give me 2 seconds.”

Before you could protest, Jungkook sprinted towards the cafeteria. ‘What a procrastinator.’ You thought to yourself, sighing as you were left sitting at the empty table. After you quickly skimmed through your unfinished plan, outlining the key ideas of your project, you felt your mind drift to yesterday's weird fiasco in your room. 

Jungkook seemed to change in your presence. Acted like nothing ever happened between you two. Acted like he never abandoned being your best friend. 

But why?

Before you could think any deeper, the man himself had arrived back. He placed a muffin and a coffee cup in front of you. 

“Oh, Jungkook thank you…but you know I don’t drink coffee so-” You began to say, inching the cup back towards him. He shushed you.

“Of course I know that dummy! Open the lid and smell it!” He took the liberty for you as he once again sent it back to you and opened the lid of your cup. Instantly the aroma of chai hit your senses. 

The smell of cinnamon and creamy milk right away puts you at ease. This was your favourite drink and you’d pick it every time without fail. 

And Jungkook had remembered. Not only that you didn’t drink coffee. But also that you’d only drink one other thing. 

Your heart squeezed at the thought. “Thank you, Kook.” you beamed lightly. 

He nodded, sweetly smirking. “No big deal. Now eat before you fade away!”

After taking a few bites of your muffin and drinking some more tea, you finally decided to get to it. Time is of the essence after all. 

A couple of hours went by. Finally, both of you had achieved a hard outline of what your assessment was focusing on. The stress that was once looming over you was somewhat gone as you scrolled through both your (and now Jungkook’s) notes

“This is great! With this, it’ll make our lives so much easier when writing up the paper!” 

The excited tone in your voice now echoed across the library. The time was 7 pm. Only a few students still worked silently at their desks, but it was nowhere near the mayhem it was earlier on.

You also hadn’t realised in the depths of your study that the sky outside had also gone dark. You sighed “Okay well, this seems like a good place to stop.”

“Oh thank god!” Jungkook groaned. You rolled your eyes as you packed up your stuff.

“Hey, don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it! You were really getting into it at the end.”

Jungkook laughed as he slid his jacket on “No, I was honestly just enjoying how focused your face gets.”

“What do you mean?”

He pointed to the gap between his eyebrows “Your eyebrows scrunch together right here, it's really cute.”

Your breath hitched again at the sudden compliment as you both walked out into the evening air. 

“Haha very funny.” you stopped, waiting to say goodbye before you can make your way home. “Well, I better get going-”

“Woah woah, what are you doing?” 

You paused “I’m…going home?”

Jungkook chuckled “You really think I’m gonna let you walk home by yourself? What kind of man do you think I am Y/n?”

“O-Oh Kook…I’m fine it’s just down the street-”

He shushed you once again, gently taking your hand and guiding you towards your dorm. The sudden touch of his skin against yours made your face heat up.

“You know, you shush me a lot.” You huffed as you walked alongside him, taking your hand out of his gentle grasp.

“Well, you talk a lot.” 

“Did that hurt?” you broke the silence as you both quietly walked along the street

“Did what hurt?”

You pointed to his big sleeve tattoo. While you were working earlier, you found yourself entranced and constantly looking at art that covered his entire arm. He himself caught you a few times, smirking and telling you to “take a picture, it should last longer..!”

“Ah, I was wondering when you were finally gonna bring this up.” He smirked now once again. 

You tutted “You know what? I’m sorry I asked, just forget about it.” You went to walk ahead in a strop, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back 

“Hey no, I’m kidding.” he chuckled “It hurt a little, but the more times I went to get it finished, the more it was bearable you know?”

“You had to go back more than once?”

He nodded “Of course? You think this took only one sitting? I’d be there for hours!”

“I don’t know! I’m not a tattoo expert!” you shrugged “What did your mom think of it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well the last time I saw her, she was ADAMANT that tattoos were a no-go.” You laughed lightly at the memory 

Jungkook laughed alongside you, hands in his pockets. “Ah that. Well, let’s just say she wasn't happy! And by ‘wasn’t happy’ I mean on the brink of fainting.”

You laughed harder “Oh my god! For real?”

“No joke, my dad was ready to catch her.” 

You both burst into another fit of laughter as Jungkook kept adding more to the story. 

“Wow, I miss your mom.” you sighed as you wiped a stray tear from your eye. “She’s great.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled “She misses you too.”

A wake of awkwardness swept over the two of you once again. You thanked the universe above that you were now coming up to your dorm. 

“Well.” You started, stopping at the entrance “Next time you speak to her, tell her I miss her cooking.”

He looked down at his feet “Will do. And hey, next time you speak to your mom tell her I miss her baking.”

“Whenever you need her cookies, be sure to get in touch.” You partly joked. He nodded lightly, leaving the two of you to glance at just each other for a split second

Before the silence could make its way into the conversation again you quickly broke out pf your trance “Thank you for walking me home.” 

He shrugged lightly “Ah no big deal, It’s the least I could do for standing you up yesterday.”

“Apology accepted.” You smiled

Jungkook lingered for a split second. “So…meet at the same time tomorrow?”

While your brain (and a little bit of your heart) was screaming at you to say yes, you had other priorities you had to attend to. 

“Oh, I can’t tomorrow. I have Joon’s birthday dinner tomorrow. He couldn't celebrate it on his actual birthday because of exams so he’s throwing it now.”

At the sudden mention of Namjoon, Jungkook’s jaw ticked “Ah, gotcha.” he mumbled dryly. 

Your brows furrowed “What’s up with you?”

“Uh, nothing. Thanks for today. Text me when you’re next free okay? At another dry response, he turned on his heels and walked away towards his own dorms, leaving you standing at your doorstep by yourself.

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Friendly Fire | 01

You and Jungkook had been friends for quite some time, and it seemed like everyone around you could sense the spark between you. They noticed the playful banter and affectionate gazes he directed your way. However, you were completely oblivious to it all, thinking that your relationship with Jungkook was purely platonic. Little did you know, things were about to get complicated. Enter Jimin, who developed a crush on you. This unexpected turn of events stirred up some jealousy in Jungkook. What will happen next?

pairing : jungkook x f!reader + jimin x f!reader

extra : love triangle??, college au, student

word count : 1051

01/?? \\ previous -> next

"Are you being for real? You should see the way Jungkook looks at you." your friend, Leila, speaks, trying to keep her voice as quiet as possible to avoid others from hearing it.

"Leila, shut up. Jungkook is just a friend." you groaned, grabbing onto her arm. "Plus, he likes someone else."

"You guys are always flirting though." she whines, adding an almost inaudible "it's so cute" at the end.

"He does that with everyone."

Leila scoffs, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'Seriously?' Something behind you catches her attention, causing her eyes to widen and her smirk to broaden.

"Your boyfriends here," she quickly whispers, just before Jungkook arrives. "Hey, Jeon."

"Leila," he acknowledges, barely sparing her a glance. His eyes focused on you as a warm smile lit up his face. "Can we go now?"

"Go where?" you asked, confused.

"I'm dropping you off, you idiot." he playfully rolls his eyes, "You're so forgetful."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, Leila." she sent you a knowing look before saying bye, leaving the two of you to walk down the now empty hallway by yourself.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Huh?" you looked up at him slightly as you walked, waiting for him to speak.

"Leila. She acts weird whenever she sees me." he shrugs.

"I.." you thought, searching your mind for an excuse. "I don't know, maybe she likes you." A small smile forms on your face at the impossible ordeal, Leila was so obsessed with you and Jungkook being in a relationship that there was no way she liked him.

"Really?" he seemed to be a little pleased at this, which confused you. "She's hot."

He had never shown even an ounce of interest towards her and out of nowhere he says shes hot?

You look up at him as he now stopped walking, his eyes fixed on something else. Following his gaze, you realise he's focused on Leila, not you.

A small frown fights to take place on your face, but you don't let it. There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach. Jealousy? No, it can't be, more like annoyance. You were annoyed. Annoyed at the fact that he was focusing on something else and not you.

In the past year and a half since you've became friends, you'd only ever seen Jungkook in a platonic way. Your relationship was strictly a friendly one, nothing more and nothing less, and you assumed he thought the same way too, but you weren't too sure.

One thing was for sure, though. Leila would be delighted to hear what was said about her.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Jungkooks car, you buckled your seatbelt and waited for him to join you, watching him through the window. He was occupied with talking to another one of his close friends, Park Jimin. When Jimin met your gaze, you quickly turned your head to your lap, suddenly finding your fingers much more interesting. Through the window his laugh could be heard.

So embarrassing, you thought, wincing at yourself for being caught staring. You weren't necessarily staring, though. Just zoned out for a second, but if Jimin had told Jungkook, he would surely tease you for it after.

Just as you were about to look over once more, the door opened, and Jungkook graciously took the drivers seat. You waited for him to buckle up and start the engine, but the time never came. Instead you heard the sound of him tapping away on his phone.

"What are we waiting for?" you asked, usually he wasted no time in getting you home as quickly as he could.

"Oh, Jimin's gonna come with us. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't it be?" After all, it was his car.

"Well, he said he caught you staring at him. I don't want you getting all shy." he looked over at you, placing his phone onto his lap and waited for your reaction, no trace of a smile evident on his features.

For a moment, you thought of what to say. You weren't looking at Jimin, you were looking at Jungkook, but telling him that would be a boost to his already enlarged ego. "Yeah, he's really cute." you said, emphasising the really, and letting a wide smile paint your face.

Jungkook scoffs, "I'm cuter."

"Debatable." you tried to keep the laugh from erupting, but couldn't keep your smile from broadening. Jungkook looked over at you again and frowned.

Laughing softly at his reaction, you nudged his shoulder. He really was cuter than Jimin. "I'm joking, you're the cutest."

"Oh, I know." he said, the satisfied smirk returning on his face.

A knock on the window interrupted you before a response could be uttered, and Jungkook looked over, unlocking the door for his friend.

"What took you so long?" he questioned as Jimin entered into the backseat.

"I was saying bye to Joon." you had turned your head to look at him, and as you did so, he was already looking right at you.

"Hey, Y/N." he said, nodding his head.

"Hi." was all you could get out before turning your head back.

Jungkook chuckled, starting the car. "She said she thinks you're cute."

"I cant blame her," he laughs along with him, watching as both your hands go to cover your face. "I think she's cute too."

"Okay, back up Jimin." Jungkook exclaims, his face dropping and tone becoming serious.

"What? She's not yours or anything." Jimin shrugs, leaning back in his seat and watching Jungkook through the rear mirror.

Jungkook makes a sound from the back of his throat, and says something almost inaudible that goes missed by Jimin, but not by you. You hear him mutter through his gritted teeth, "Dickhead." and can't fathom why the man beside you was acting so strange all the sudden. It's not like you've never received compliments from other guys before, and if you guys were just friends, why was he acting jealous? Maybe that's what it was, just acting.

The rest of the ride is spent in a comfortable silence, except for the music playing through the speakers and the winds gusting in through Jungkooks open window. Nobody says a word, not until Jimin is dropped off, at least.

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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

one- pilot (1.7k words)

Jeon Jungkook. The man that everybody wants, the man that knows this and loves the attention. On campus everybody knows him as Kook. However, I know him as Kookie, or I suppose my Kookie if were being critical. 

He's never told anyone this and neither have I. A well kept secret that only we know here. Of course when I go back home for holidays everybody asks about him, how he's getting on and if were still close. 

The truth is we haven't spoke since the last day of high school, but I keep up the act, answering their prying questions with a soft smile on my face. He's doing good, I usually answer. I'm not lying, from what I can tell he is doing good, amazing even if you look at it from the college dream perspective. 

No one ever asks how I'm doing, they're just curious about the towns golden boy who disappeared the second school was out. Never returning during any breaks from college life. He simply just up and left. Not even savings a second to say goodbye to anyone, except for me. 

I cant tell if this was worse or better, it kind of gave me a false sense of hope, he said goodbye to me and no one else, surely that means something. It didn't. 

In a way I'm kind of glad that they're only curious about him, you see when they ask how he is I don't have to lie, it may not be a full truth but its not a lie. If they asked how I am though, the smile would be far too forced, a toothy one that I am all too conscious of. 

The first time I was returning home I had over thought my replies far too much, only to realise no one cared anyway. I was always Jeons best friend, the hopeless girl who would follow him around with hearts in her eyes, much like a lost puppy. Never my own person, never anyone to be concerned about. Even my mother loved Jeon more. He was the son she never had. The golden child she had always wanted. 

I suspect that she knows I don't talk to him anymore, the depression I fell into after he left was far too telling. Yet she still asks about him, still insists on me taking extra food back to college with me in case he isn't eating properly. She always packs all of his favourite foods, never mine. Never anything I ask for. 

It was a shock to  me when I realised he went to the same school as me. I was overjoyed. Thinking that it must have been fate, destiny had brought us back together. 

That hope died along with my lingering feelings for him when we bumped into each other and he acted like I didn't exist. Just some random girl on campus who couldn't watch where she was going. 

I still remember the pain in my chest when he scowled at me, I could distantly hear some girls snickering at my audacity to bump into 'the Jeon Jungkook'. But it was all muted out by the sound of his heavy footsteps walking away from me. Walking right into the arms of the prettiest girl I have ever seen. 

Her name is Jennie. I've come to learn that she's not only gorgeous but also smart and the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She's honestly perfect. God. I'd date her if I could. But she's only got eyes for Jungkook. 

If I'm being honest, and get over the childish resentment I have towards the idea they'd be the perfect couple. The thing with Jungkook is that he never dates. Not even someone like Jennie. 

He's completely open about this, letting every girl he starts something with know that it wont go any further than a friends with benefits situation, they always think they'll be the one to change him though. 

He cant really be blamed when they get their hearts broken, he was upfront from the beginning, they just refused to listen. I wouldn't say they can be to blame either though, everybody I've ever known has loved Jungkook, its almost impossible not to. I suppose I know this better than anyone. A living and breathing example that you cant be close to him without falling for him. 

But now here I am, resenting everything to do with him. I wasn't upset at him for leaving, I understood that, but everyday of summer that I didn't hear from him buried me deeper into my hurt and anger.

He still had a phone, it didn't have to be the end of our friendship. Seeing him again just cemented this. He was so cold to me, I suppose I get it. He has a new life now, new friends. I guess I'm so hurt because he was all I had and it turns out I was nothing to him. 

I had learned to be content with this. Keeping everything and everyone that has anything to do with him far, far away from me. It was a difficult task but a one I felt I had to do for my own sanity. Yet it was all in vain. All the friends I could've had, all the parties I could've attended, all lost for nothing. 

Because now here I'm sat in my stupid art class next to no one other than Jeon Jungkook. How cliché, being paired up with you childhood best friend who you were madly in love with. 

We've been assigned to take candid picture of our partners and make 5 pieces out of them. all with different emotions in mind and all in different mediums. We've been allowed free rein on this project. However, we will be deducted points if our professor doesn't think our pictures are spontaneous enough or don't show enough emotion. She also is expecting all our pieces to match up with the others, so in total  she wants 10 pieces that represent both of our styles but can also all go together as one project. She's given us all a polaroid camera each, its honestly all so perfect. 

This would usually be my wet dream. I'm allowed to do whatever I like on 5 completely separate projects. But the brooding presence beside me is damping the whole experience for me.  

I'm quite surprised when she tells us this will be our last project of the year, giving us 5 months to complete it. She informs us that it will be 60% of our final grade and she wants us to go big for all 5 of the pieces. 

I can tell other people are stressed by this from all of the muttering around the room but I honestly couldn't think of anything better. 5 months to express myself through my art anyway that I like. I can already feel the ideas rushing to me. 

From an artist perspective I can kind of see me being paired with Jungkook as a blessing. If I have to channel all my emotions into my art I can't think of a better person to do it through. However, as the petty person I am I couldn't be more annoyed. I can tell he's pissed off too, he still has the same habits, I could read his body language with my eyes closed. 

It kind of hurt, I cant lie, I know why I'm upset but is it really so bad for him to be paired up with me? Is he scared I'll ruin the pretty little reputation he's maintained here. It's honestly baffling how much one person can change. He never care what people thought of us before but now he cant even bare being paired up with me. He used to beg our teachers to put us together at school. 

He finally looks at me, a scowl evident on his face, I don't want to be paired up with you either, dickhead. 'I'll ask if there's anyway we can swap.' 

It's strange, the way my heart hurts at this, much like when he first left, or when he ignored me. It's silly, I didn't want to be paired up with him either. 'whatever.'

I'm already packing my things up to leave the class room when our professor starts talking again. 'Oh and one last thing, under no circumstances are you allowed to switch partners. I want this project to be as authentic as possible, I chose people you aren't friends with on purpose, I want you to learn about each other and to show that in your art. I want it to tell a story.'

It's like she's staring directly at me and Jungkook, 'For fuck sake.' Is all I hear him say before I leave the classroom. 

'Hey, wait up.' Jeon grabs my arm, forcing me to face him. I haven't looked him in the eyes since I first bumped into him. The temptation to walk away from him just like he did to me is immensely strong. 'We should at least exchange numbers for the project.' 

He sounds far to annoyed to my ears and it ticks me off even more. 'You're such a cunt.' Ripping my arm away from him I go to make my exit again. Call me dramatic but this is the first time we've talked since he left and I cant help but be a little bit pissy with him. God, he even deleted my number. 

'What the fuck is that meant to mean.' Oh, he's seething . Good. 

'Are you serious right now?' 

'No.' he deadpans. god this boy infuriates me. 'Of course, I'm serious. What is your problem.'

'You're my problem. You and your stupid better than thou act.' It comes out as a laugh. An angry one. 

'Look, I don't know why you're so mad at me, but you're going to have to get over it if were going to pass this class.' It's a reasonable point ill give him that. But really, he doesn’t know why i’m mad at him? That HAS to be a joke.

Sighing I decide to compromise, 'Just message me on Instagram, or did you delete that too?' It's petty I know, but I had to get it out.

'I'll message you later.' Completely ignoring my childish remark, he begins walking in the opposite direction. Being the one who gets to walk away yet again.

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“You cooked this?” your mother is first to ask once she bites into the meat, eyes growing slightly wide. “It tastes amazing.”

Jungkook gives a toothy grin and nods. “I added a secret sauce that my father has taught me.” 

You want to roll your eyes at Jungkook.

Dinner was going by smoothly. Around 20 minutes ago, your parents arrived. Your father appeared much the same, nonchalant and just ready to eat. Your mother did most of the talking. Her eyes roamed the apartment with prying eyes. She asked Jungkook and you questions after questions, all of which Jungkook responded to quickly and without hesitation. 

“How did you two really meet?” your mother asks after a moment. “I assume it couldn’t have been tweeter.”

You scoff. “No. It was not twitter.”

Jungkook places a hand atop yours and laughs. He wraps his fingers into your own and eyes you. He then brings your hand up to his lips and places a gentle kiss. “We met at the University.” Jungkook nods. “She was so cold to me at first.”

Your mother shakes her head. “Typical of her.”

“I must’ve asked her out a million times. I was shut down each and every time. Right, baby?”

You want to snatch that smirk off of his lips, but you only roll your eyes. 

“I think she got tired of my begging and agreed to a date.” Jungkook turns to your mother. “Ever since then, I’ve been attached to her like a lost puppy.”

Your father listens, not interested in speaking, but interested enough to appear apart of the conversation. “I’m glad.” your mother speaks. She takes a sip of her water. “Y/N can be a little mean.”

You knit your brows, but before you can speak Jungkook cackles. “She can!” he agrees.

Oh wow, you think. 

“But that’s what I love about her. She’s feisty and stubborn.” Jungkook looks your way, his eyes burning into you. You glance away from them and grunt, feeling hot. “And she always speaks up for me at restaurants when they get my order wrong.”

“That was once.” you quip. “You asked for extra sauce…”

“I did.” Jungkook nods. “I thought she was going to rip someone’s head off.” he tells your mother jokingly. “At least I know she cares.”

Jungkook was right - he had won over your mother.

That was expected, however. Your mother was easy to please. Jungkook was the equivalent of tall, dark and handsome. He’s easy to speak with and was such a smooth talker that it even had her swooning. He was affectionate, often kissing your hand or your head - more than usual, but you told yourself he was milking this to the very end. 

Now, your father was a different story. He was able to engage the man into conversation and actually hold it, having your fathers full and undivided attention. That is when you realized that Jungkook meant what he said - that even if this fake dating didn’t end with the both of you actually dating, that Jungkook would be there regardless. Your mother was already inviting him to dinner the following week and even hugged him before leaving - before she hugged you. 

“I’ll see you two next week?” your mother asks as she’s strolling out the door.

Jungkook wraps you in a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder. “You will!” he responds to her, waving curtly. “Y/N tells me about your cooking all the time. I can’t wait!”

You grumble - it was all the time, but you weren’t aware Jungkook was actually listening to your random ramblings. He was slowly winning your mother over that you were sure she would have him for dinner even without you there.

“You think you’re cute?” you push Jungkook off of you once the door is shut. 

“Is that the thanks I get for making a good impression?”

You cross your arms. “You know what you were doing complimenting her the entire night.”

Jungkook smirks. “Like mother, like daughter. You both like my praises.” Jungkook’s hands are on you again, bringing you closer to him. “I have to keep myself on top if I’m going to be competing against these boyfriends.”

Your hands are against his chest to push him away. “Ugh, take me home.”

“You aren’t staying the weekend?” Jungkook pouts his lips slightly. “We have to finish binge watching Law & Order.”

“You’re right.” you sigh for a moment. “And here I thought I had a chance to get rid of you.”

“You never can.” Jungkook’s right hand slaps your ass. You yelp, but it was only a gesture to bring you closer to him. He pecks your lips. “Let’s get going. We have the entire weekend ahead of us.”

The night shouldn’t have ended like this. You told yourself that you and Jungkook wouldn’t be entangled together - especially since you were watching Law & Order - there was no way Jungkook could ignore such an amazing series to get his cock wet.

But Jungkook had. 

It started with light touching. Jungkook’s bed is soft and it’s easy to be comfortable. He had gave you a shirt to wear - even if you had a weekend's worth of clothes - he insisted it would be best. You were certain he just wanted you in his shirt to appear more domesticated. 

Your first mistake was not wearing anything but the shirt and panties. Jungkook’s hands wandered upon your skin, his body dangerously close to yours. His hips would rut against your ass, prying hand going beneath the oversized shirt. “Just one kiss, Y/N. Don’t be like that.” was what he said - and you caved.

Of course it could never be one kiss. One peck led to him begging for more - and more. It led to him flipping you to face him, his hand squeezing the flesh of your ass to bring you closer to him. It continued with you being on top of him, tongues fighting against one another. His hands stayed upon your ass, rubbing gently as you and he kissed.

“We’re missing the show.” you protest, breaking free of the heated kiss. 

“We can always go back.” Jungkook eyes you with hooded eyes. “You look so pretty in my shirt.” he murmurs.

“Shut up, simp.” you roll your eyes jokingly.

“I can never compliment my girl without getting called a simp.” Jungkook tsks. His hands rub up your rib back down to your waist to your thighs. “It’s true, though. I wanna wake up with you like this every day.”

“I would have to actually be your girl for that to happen.” you retort. You gently grind against him, lips flashing him a mischievous grin. 

“You are my girl.” Jungkook hisses low, hands squeezing your hips to keep you firmly against him. “I got you in my shirt, don’t I?”

Jungkook and his logical comebacks. Damn him.

“I got you to stay with me this weekend, right?” Jungkook continues, his tongue coating his lips with moisture. 

“So?”

Jungkook manages to lift himself up without disrupting you. You and he are face to face now, your thighs caging him in between you. 

“So that makes you my girl.” Jungkook pecks your lips. “I know you like being called my girl, Y/N. Each time I say it you grind against me a little harder.”

Truly, fuck Jeon Jungkook because damn was he right.

“Exactly.” Jungkook murmurs, and for a second you believe he’s going to say something else - a comment that would indicate just how “down bad” you were for him. But no, Jungkook continues to stare at you.

You shift in his lap and with that, Jungkook blinks. “You’re really pretty.” 

You frown, knitting your brows together in an attempt to be annoyed - even if your heart did jolt. 

“My pretty girl.” Jungkook continues, his arms embracing you. “Far too stubborn to admit.”

“Is this how you ask out all your girls?” you snort, but feel yourself melting in his warm embrace. “Just demand for them to be with you?”

“There you go, Y/N.” Jungkook chuckles. “You go in that head of yours and start being delusional and fantasize me being with other girls.”

“Excuse me?” Delusional?

“Why are you adamant on me having multiple girls?” Jungkook gently kisses your forehead just because he knows it annoys you - his random acts of affection or kindness in a situation that is deemed “serious”.

You shrug your shoulders. “You fit the fuck boy aesthetic.” was all you say.

Jungkook snorts. “You think I have girls lining up to suck my dick in exchange for streaming services?”

You gasp. “We said we wouldn’t bring that up!” you hiss. 

“You’re right, baby. I’m sorry.” Jungkook smiles. “I just don’t see how you think I’m a fuck boy even now. I barked in order to meet your parents. I’m still getting laughed at in the groupchat.”

You suppress your own laughter, only giving Jungkook a grin.

“I basically fund your whole lifestyle. I think that’s far beyond a fuck boy.” Jungkook adds - but not in a way to throw it in your face or to appear as though you need him to. 

“A sugar daddy at best.” you shrug, but even you can’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on Jungkook’s face. “You do know you aren’t obligated to buy me things.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes - it was the same song and dance as before. He’d get you something he heard you speak about once a few days prior - you would insist it wasn’t a need, but the sparkle in your eyes was enough for him to keep doing it. 

“As my girl…” Jungkook places a kiss at the nape of your neck. “...it’s required of me to.”

“Until you get bored and throw me to the side.” you feel Jungkook’s teeth bite down on your neck. 

“You do everything but admit you like me, baby.” Jungkook presses you firmly against him. “I’m beginning to think that’s what you want me to do so you can remain in denial.”

Jungkook’s hands go beneath the large shirt of his you wore. Your skin is so soft and smooth - the both of you shudder. 

“You’re okay.” you murmur, biting your lip when you feel both of his hands engulf your breasts. 

“Just okay?” Jungkook’s tongue twirls on the spot he bit. “I can have you on your back begging for me in seconds, baby. Nothing about me is ‘just okay’.”

Your play hard to get was not going to last - especially not now. The cocky Jungkook was creeping in, and he knew that your words were nothing but bluffs.

“I’m sure I would be the same way with someone else.”

You couldn’t help it. It was a game for you at times to rile up Jungkook. He was the jealousy and competitive type - he had to prove that he was the best at any and everything he did. 

“You want me to fuck you so bad.” Jungkook chuckles, but you can hear the slight irritation in his voice - deep and raspy; ready to prove you wrong. You shudder slightly as goosebumps ride across your skin.

You really did. You were already wet enough, his hands and mouth adding to it. There was nothing like Jungkook fucking your petty words right out of you.

“You do this every time, Y/N.” Jungkook bites your neck harshly and you yelp, squirming. “You love messing with me. It must turn you on seeing me fuck the submission into you.”

You swallow thickly to suppress a moan. “I just give you what you want.” you shrug slightly. 

“What do I want?”

“Someone to moan for you no matter if it feels good or not.”

You were playing a dangerous game with Jungkook, but it just brings nothing but excitement through you. 

You yelp once more when you feel your hair being yanked. “You’re being a bitch again, baby.” Jungkook murmurs, but even he is amused by your attempts. You can never just tell him that you want him - never tell him that you want him to dominate. Instead, you deny or insinuate the opposite just to give him a reason to prove you wrong.

But Jungkook said it once before, he loved your ‘play hard to get’ game you played with him; when he had you it was much more satisfying. 

“Isn’t that what you like about me?” you tease, and even in the dim room - law and order playing ignored in the background - you are beautiful to him, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Love it.” Jungkook presses his lips firmly onto yours, his tongue sliding past your mouth. It’s quick and he’s rough, but you cannot protest. His hands are gripping your flesh so hard that you feel as though they’d leave a mark.

Jungkook yanks the shirt off of you, tongue instantly finding both of your breasts. Your legs are wrapped around him, his clothed cock pressing firmly against you.

“Why can’t you be normal?” Jungkook’s lips pops from your nipples, his tongue licking it furiously. “A normal girl would just tell me she wants me to be a little rough and not provoke it out of me.”

Jungkook grips both of your breasts into the palm of his hands and brings both of your nipples into his mouth.Your back arches at the warm sensation pooling through you. 

“I-I have to tell you how to fuck like a man?”

There was a new sensation when the words left your mouth and hit Jungkook’s ears. It’s a sensation that shoots straight to your core and leaves your cheek stinging.

The room is silent, Jungkook’s eyes wide watching your reaction for a moment. He’s ready to apologize for not thinking before he slaps you, but it’s your moan that draws him back to reality.

“You liked that?” Jungkook murmurs and you nod, biting your lip. Jungkook grunts, his mind wandering just how far you’d let him go.

Jungkook unwraps your legs from around him and removes himself from the bed. He drags you to the edge of it, you yelping at the sudden movement. Jungkook removes your panties and widens your legs. He’s cocky - through the flashing television light, he see’s how wet you are for him.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Jungkook demands.

You swallow, finding it difficult underneath his intense gaze. Jungkook lowers himself, burying his tongue deep within your folds. He forces your legs open each time you threaten to close them. His eyes are locked onto your fluttering ones, watching as you moan and cry for him. You were so beautiful for him - if only you’d allow him to admire your beauty. Oftentimes when he looked your way, you were quick to respond with a witty remark.

“Fuck…” you groan, breaking eye-contact just as he enters his fingers inside of you. You lay your head back and continue to pant. 

“You never allow me to treat you nicely.” Jungkook removes his tongue from your clit to spit on it, continuing his pumping. “If you’d let me, I would take good care of you.” Jungkook licks his lips, the wet sounds of your pussy like a melody to his ears. “But instead, you want to be a bitch. I don’t get it.”

“K-Kookie…” you draw out a moan, a hand cupping your breast. You can feel the familiar churning in your stomach. “I’m gonna cum-”

“No you aren’t.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, hand slapping your clit. 

Your eyes shoot open, your pussy clenching around nothing. “W-What-”

Your mouth is stuffed with Jungkook’s fingers, your tongue twirling around them. 

“See how good you taste?” Jungkook questions, removing his fingers to grip your chin tightly. “I would let you cum but…I’m sure you can always find someone else to do it. Since you enjoy faking so much.”

Your heart is pumping and you flush hot with embarrassment. You aren’t sure what to say - Jungkook had you beat. 

“Aw,” Jungkook chuckles. “You look so sad, baby. I can let you cum.”

You swallow, glancing away from Jungkook. 

“Is that what you want?”

You nod your head, but Jungkook wants to hear you. 

You yelp when your clit is slapped once more. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes!” you try not to moan and sound too desperate, but it’s inevitable. 

“Yes what, baby?” Jungkook’s already tugging his bottom half off, his underwear going along with it. His shirt is next, chisel abs in your line of vision that you groan at just the sight. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. You have a mouth any other time.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook. 

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his cocky attitude.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his amazing dick that has you following along with him. “Please fuck me.” you sigh in defeat. “Please make me cum, Kook.”

“With pleasure.” Jungkook is delighted. He slaps the top of his cock against your clit, licking his lips. “So wet. To think you said someone else can have you like this.”

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that go - you can only imagine how hard he was going to fuck-

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout in surprise at how hard he enters you, his thrusting increasing by the second. Your back slams against the bed with each thrust, and it only bounces back just as hard. 

“You can handle it, Y/N.” Jungkook hisses, fingernails digging into your flesh. “You don’t want me to be nice, you don’t want to be my girl…”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, panting heavily. Jungkook’s tone appears serious - you’d have to ask later on if your words really got to him like they appeared to have. 

“I let you…fuck…” Jungkook’s head hangs, eyes unsure where to focus. Your breast bounced furiously in rhythm with his pounding. Your face is scrunched with pleasure, a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth. “...I let you sit on my face. I let you spend as much of my money as you’d like with no limit. I…”

Jungkook grips your chin once more, forcing you to focus on him. It’s difficult - Jungkook doesn’t allow you a second to breathe, but you don’t want him to. 

“And all I really ask you to be is my girl.”

It pains for him to remove himself from you - all he wants is to cum deep inside of you like you’d allow him before. But - his pride and ego got the best of him. If you were going to front as if you didn’t need him to cum, then you weren’t.

“Kook…” you cry in defeat, pussy once more clenching around nothing. 

Jungkook laughs, a dark glee in the tone. “And like I said before, Y/N…” your eyes flutter a bit looking at his face - dark lust filled eyes staring right into yours. “...I can have you on your back begging for me, can’t I?”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Your chest heaves. “Fuck you.” you curse at how meek your voice appeared.

“I bet you’d like that baby.” Jungkook plays with your clit slightly. “You’re my girl, right?”

You lick your lips, thighs quivering. 

“Say it and I’ll let you cum.” Jungkook centers his tip at your entrance, thumb circling against your wet bud. “That’s all I want from you, baby. You can have anything you want from me…”

Jungkook enters you slowly this time. Your groan is long and deep, your hands reaching out to grab Jungkook’s bicep. 

“J-Jungkook.” you trail off - the pleasure now getting to you. You just wanted to cum by him - his hands, mouth, cock, whatever it took.

“Yes, baby?” Jungkook breathes - he’s unsure himself if he’d be able to last long like this and then his ego would be hurt (but then again, he wouldn’t have blueballs).

“Please make me cum, Kookie.” you wail, hot tears falling down your face. You had to look utterly pathetic weeping for dick. Jungkook’s ego was now going to skyrocket and this moment is something he would forever hold over your head - no jokes from you could ever be taken now. “I had you on your back crying for me, baby” - you can hear it now.

But - you were desperate. Jungkook was hot, his dick was amazing and you’d allow him to have this over you. 

“I’m your girl, Kookie.”

Jungkook shudders - and now he’s truly satisfied. He pounds into you sloppily, certain that neither of you were going to last long. You’re clenching around him so heavenly, moaning and crying his names that he cannot help but want to cum inside of you each and every time. 

“I know you’re close, baby.” you hear Jungkook say, his forehead - moist with sweat - pressed onto yours. “We can come together, okay?”

“Y-Yea…” you nod, but you wrap your arms around Jungkook and press your lips against his. You’re groaning against the kiss, already cumming on his cock.

Jungkook feels the electric shock go through him and he shudders. With a few more thrusts, Jungkook cums inside of you, trembling at the sensation.

Ten minutes it’s what it took for you and Jungkook to come back to reality. You’re sweaty and you haven’t even done anything.

“You wanna shower?” Jungkook’s voice pipes in. “Are you okay? I didn’t go too overboard, right?”

You nod your head. “I’m okay.” you murmur. 

Jungkook nods. He kisses your temple. “I can start the shower for you-”

“You aren’t coming?” you ask once you feel Jungkook shuffle on the bed.

“I-I..” Jungkook’s eyes are wide and doe like. He appears completely surprised that you offered such a thing. “You’d like me to?”

You laugh at his expression. How you manage to remove yourself from the bed is beyond you - your legs are shaking with pain that you’re not upset about. 

Jungkook feels your hands against his bare chest and he tilts his head, awaiting your response. “I said I was your girl, wasn’t I?” you murmur, sending a kiss to his chest.

In seconds, Jungkook is erect again at just the admission. 

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➵ summary; your first day at your new college is quite eventful to say the least. but everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way – if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met.

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pairing; jock!jungkook x f. reader

word count; 37.8k

rating; 18+

content; college au + friends to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, making out, groping, grinding, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, food play, slightly dom!jk, multiple orgasms, so. much. sex., soft shit bc it’s the mym couple <3

a/n; i cannot believe mym is finally here !! this is my proudest piece of work and it is my precious baby so please please give it a LOT of love <3 all sorts of feedback is greatly appreciated and i cannot wait to hear what y’all think of it!! reblog, comment and tell me your thoughts and i will be the happiest person alive thank youuuu ENJOY <3333

ALSO A BIG ASS SHOUTOUT TO @kookingtae​ FOR HELPING ME WITH BASICALLY THIS WHOLE FIC <333 ur the best and ily thank you sososo much!!

Seoul University.

A university just as big as the one you transferred from in Busan, but somehow way more confusing. You would think most universities work the same way and have a certain similar way of doing things but it seems Busan University was the simple one of the two. The mentors provided to help today’s new students kindly gave you a map of the campus grounds which you were grateful for, otherwise you wouldn’t have made it further than a few feet outside of the auditorium.

If only the map was easy to figure out though.

Annoyed, you confusingly turn and flip the map you received at the end of the introduction class you just had with a bunch of other new students. You try your very hardest to manage the map along with your bag, new books, and other useless stuff you’ve received from the mentors. The longer you stare at the map in your hands, you slowly begin to regret making the decision of transferring in the middle of your college years. You knew transferring from your previous college to here would be difficult and slightly confusing, but you didn’t think you’d feel so frustrated and lost. Even despite it being the first day of a new semester and the fact that you’re far from being the only one who just transferred. 

There’s many others in the same boat as yourself and yet you feel like you’re the only one who’s completely lost and confused.Several students who were in the same introductory class as yourself are moving around you, walking in all directions and meeting up with people who they seem to have known forever. If only you knew someone who attends this university and you’d be fine but no, you don’t know a single soul here. They’re all attending university back in your hometown, enjoying their routine-filled life while you made the unnecessary decision of transferring to Seoul University.

Or, rather, your parents think it’s unnecessary. 

You, on the other hand, found it necessary to say the least. If anything, you would’ve loved to go to a whole other continent but your savings weren’t having it and asking your parents to fund it for you would be so out of your comfort zone that you’d probably end up crying. Besides, your parents wouldn’t have offered to fund it anyway. They have always told you that if you work hard, good things will come your way.

However, right now, this decision of yours is coming back to bite you as a frustrated groan leaves you while you stare at the map in your hands. You’re usually very organized, always a step ahead when it comes to preparation and planning. But right now, you can’t find anything and you don’t know anything. This chaotic mess you are right now, is far from how you usually are and it’s driving you insane. Hopefully no one can tell you’re just as lost as a tiny kid in a grocery store.

“Hold on, maybe like this-“ you mumble to yourself and look up to see if the map is turned in the correct direction. It absolutely isn’t. There is a huge building not too far away from you but it’s not what you imagine the library to look like. Maybe it is the library? You let out a heavy sigh, tilting your head a bit because maybe, just maybe, that’ll make a difference in how you see the map (it doesn’t, it only makes you more confused than before).

And to make things worse, it’s starting to rain. In September, which is very rare.

“It should not be this difficult to find the library,” you grumble to yourself.

You don’t notice the person making their way towards you, too concentrated on finding the building you’ve been trying to locate for the past hour – okay, maybe not an hour but it sure does feel like a whole hour. Being lost and confused messes with your sense of time.

“Hi.”

There’s a kind smile being flashed at you and brown doe eyes staring into yours as you whip your head up to see who’s speaking to you. Dark and slightly messy hair sits on top of his head, dark brown eyes and a pretty nose, pink and plump lips; the bottom one more plump than the upper one. He’s tall – broad shoulders and all that. You’re only slightly intimidated. And as if his attractive appearance isn’t enough, he’s wrapped up in a brown teddy jacket in this uncharacteristically bad September weather filled with rain and chilling wind. He’s smiling at you, a kind and warm smile that brings some sort of comfort to your confused mind.

“Hello?” He tries again.

You know your mouth is parting and closing without words leaving it but you’re still hoping to God that he doesn’t notice you gaping at him as if you’ve never seen a cute college boy before. 

Believe me, you have. But none of them were ever this cute.

“Right, sorry! Hi,” you snap out of your own thoughts, doing the dumb move of sticking out your hand for a handshake while still holding onto all of your stuff. Everything seems to be working against you today as the books you were once holding onto all tumble to the ground, just barely missing the big water puddle right next to you. The cute boy in front of you moves fast and manages to catch one of the three books you drop. You stare wide-eyed in surprise at his fast reflexes but the sight of your new books scattered on the ground has you pouting in an instant.

“Oh, no!” You whine softly, squatting down to pick up the books but the guy you still haven’t exchanged any words with is already picking them up, trying his best to wipe the dirt off them before handing them back to you.

“Sorry, I only managed to catch one,” he apologizes, holding up the book he caught. You smile, feeling a tingle in your stomach as you look at him, noticing the way a tiny dimple appears on his cheek when he smiles in a certain way.

“It’s okay!” You quickly assure him. “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have three wet books right now.”

He smirks softly and it makes your stomach tingle again, “touché.”

Silence overcomes the two of you, neither of you entirely sure of what to say as you’re looking at one another. Should you just excuse yourself and head for the building you had noticed earlier? If you’re silent for much longer, it’ll become awkward, that’s for sure. What are the chances though? It’s your first day at this new college, you’ve been here for less than two hours, and you’re pretty sure the cutest boy on campus is standing right in front of you. Talking to you.

“I, uh, I couldn’t help but notice you looked pretty lost just now, do you need help with anything?” The cute boy with fluffy, dark hair suddenly asks, confirming your worries that he had indeed seen how confused you were when looking at the map earlier.

“Um- well, I was looking for the library because I’m still missing a few books,” you tell him, feeling a blush creeping onto your cheeks, “but I honestly have no idea where I am right now.”

“Oh, it’s right over there, on your left,” he explains, pointing to a big building that had, in fact, caught your attention before he came up to you but you weren’t sure. “You enter through those doors you see right there and then-”

You turn to look at him when he pauses, his nice voice no longer flowing into your ears.

“You know what? I’ll just take you there, that’ll be easier,” he then says.

Surprised at his sudden suggestion, you feel the pace of your heart picking up. Great, you get to spend more time being a total mess with this cutie who just waltzed up to you because he thought you looked confused which you were, of course. But he doesn’t have to be so helpful. You’re literally a stranger to him yet he’s offering his help despite only having talked to you for a total of five minutes.

Ugh, why is he so nice and cute?

“You really don’t have to-“ you try to say but he waves a dismissive hand and smiles.

“I don’t mind! No lecture for another 30 minutes. I’ll just show you how it works, come on.”

He starts walking but not before taking the three heavy books from your hold. You don’t protest and let him carry the books for you, glancing at him from time to time as you walk towards the big building that is the library. He makes sure to keep his umbrella above both of you, mostly holding it above you though which makes the edges of your heart tingle a little bit.

“So...”

He breaks the silence that was oddly comfortable, glancing at you as you walk right next to him, trying your hardest to follow his long strides. The rain is coming down heavier and your sneakers are pretty much soaked from accidentally walking through the growing puddles of water. You meet his eyes underneath the umbrella, copying the small smile that is stuck on his face.

“You new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

You nod hesitantly, “yeah, I just transferred from Busan University.”

His entire face lights up, “Busan, huh? That’s my hometown!”

“Oh, really?”

He nods excitedly, “yeah, I moved here a few years ago because of college.”

“Wow,” you laugh, “I didn’t expect the first person I’d meet to be from the same hometown.”

"You make it sound like it’s a bad thing,” he teases, chuckling when you shake your head instantly, “I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

Jungkook.

You had no expectations whatsoever for what his name would be, but somehow ‘Jungkook’ seems to fit him just right. 

“_____,” you tell him your name, watching his smile grow into a grin. 

Before you know it you’ve reached the entrance of the library, the walk shorter than you had expected. Jungkook comes to a halt by the door, one hand still holding your books and the other tightly grabbing the umbrella above the two of you. You point at the books, “I can take those again, I’m sure your lecture will start soon. Thank you so much for your help though!”

Jungkook softly nods as he lets you take the books, watching you trying to balance all of your stuff. He stifles his laugh, closes his umbrella and mutters a soft ‘I got you’ before reaching for your books once again. He notices a blush coloring your cheeks but decides not to comment on it, able to tell that you’re already embarrassed enough as it is.

“This is all very sweet of you, Jungkook, but I don’t wanna trouble you more than I already have,” you tell him when he takes the books. 

He lets out a low chuckle, smirking at you as he opens the door to the library. He nods his head, telling you to enter, “come on.”

You huff in defeat, glaring at him playfully as you enter the library. Jungkook follows right behind you. “Didn’t you have a lecture in like 30 minutes?” You ask him when he appears by your side again, giving him a pointed look.

He shrugs, “helping you shouldn’t take much time. I can still make it.”

If he weren’t so cute, you’d call him out for taking a risk because of a stranger like yourself. If only you had prepared for this day in advance you wouldn’t be troubling him this much, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind as he guides you around the library, helping you find the last books you need for your other courses. The time flies by fast and despite you reminding him several times that his lecture is about to start, he still brushes it off, moving on to ask what other courses you need books for.

“If you’ll ever need books about psychology and mental health, it’s all here-” he rambles on, not at all keeping an eye on the time.

“Jungkook!” 

He whips around to face you, eyebrows raised and eyes wide after hearing you saying his name in a slightly stern tone. You softly laugh at his surprised expression, “are you aware of the time? Your lecture starts in like 2 minutes.”

As if his eyes couldn’t widen more, they do as he glances at his phone, “shit, I have to go.”

Smiling, you cross your arms over your chest, “you think?”

Your smile turns into a smirk as you watch him. He’s backing away from you, slowly making his way to the exit of the library and not at all in a rush to make it to his lecture before missing the start of it. You can’t help but shake your head at him as if to silently tell him he’s being silly, the smirk on your face filled with hints of playfulness.

He mirrors your smirk, “I’ll see you around?” 

“Maybe,” you call out to him, earning a few hushes from the people around you, your cheeks flushing in an instant. Jungkook has the nerve to wink at you before turning on his heel and jogging out of the library, black and fluffy hair bouncing on top of his head as he does. A round of butterflies erupt in your stomach as you turn back around to look at the books on the shelf, a small smile still lingering on your lips as you go through the books about psychology with a certain cute and helpful boy occupying your thoughts.

In the end, you don’t find the last books you need. Jungkook has you royally distracted and it makes your brain mushy, unable to focus on the task at hand. Instead you grab the books you already found with the help from said cute boy and make your way to the check-out.

Maybe your first day at Seoul University isn’t so bad after all.

It’s been a few days since you arrived at your new university and to say you’ve been busy would be an understatement. Most of your time went by in a blur with all the new people and places; new home, new surroundings, new classmates, new professors, new friends, new roommates – it’s been a lot and all you’ve done the past few days is fall into bed right after your last class. The new impressions and being in an unfamiliar place is a lot on your mind and body, along with the stress of a new semester. 

However, with all that put aside, you’ve had fun. It’s exciting, it’s fun, it’s all you’ve wanted for the past year. And to stand in the middle of the campus grounds, realizing that your plan is working out for the better, is an incredible feeling. A feeling that tells you this decision was the right one to make.

You managed to get yourself a few friends already. The very first one of them being Kim Hyejin. She’s a really nice and pretty girl who’s very popular around campus. But you can’t tell unless you know – it’s not like she’s flaunting it. She’s also the president of her sorority which is a type of girl you’ve never really befriended before. Yet despite that she’s probably one of the nicest people you’ve met in your entire life. She was the first person to befriend you, to basically take you under her wing and show you around campus. She even introduced you to some of her friends who are almost just as nice as Hyejin herself. The two of you hit it off almost instantly and being around her is so fun and easy. These first few days have been nothing but great solemnly because of her.

“No, but seriously,” Hyejin gives you a pointed look, her smile gone and replaced with a rather serious face as she looks at you, “we should totally go shopping one day.”

You nod and smile, “yeah, absolutely.”

Hyejin bumps your shoulder with her own while flashing you a smirking grin.

“When are you free? I’m too excited to wait.”

“Tonight?”

You watch as she grimaces, her face twisting into an expression that seems apologetic. You’re free tonight but you’re also free the next three nights. You haven’t really gotten around to make plans yet since Hyejin is the only person you’ve actually befriended enough to hang out with.

“Can’t,” Hyejin frowns, “the school’s soccer team is playing tonight and I promised I’d be there.”

“Oh-“

Just as you’re about to tell Hyejin that it’s fine, that you can go shopping another day instead, she spots someone behind you. You watch as her focus changes from you to the unknown person, her face lighting up. She grabs your wrist and tugs you along towards whoever she spotted. In the midst of it all, you spot a familiar face, one you didn’t think you’d see around campus again after your first day. He seems to spot you too and you instantly feel your cheeks heat up as he flashes you that warm smile of his.

He looks good. But to be fair, you didn’t expect any less. He’s dressed in a varsity jacket in the blue and white colors of the university and jeans with a pair of sneakers on his feet. This outfit gives you a better view of his body proportions compared to the teddy jacket and sweatpants he wore when you met and you’re now under the impression that he was created by God with good intentions only.

“Hi Kookie!”

Hyejin’s voice pulls you from your trance, Jungkook’s eyes moving from you to Hyejin and you immediately feel your stomach drop. You feel Hyejin let go of your wrist as she steps closer to the boy you haven’t been able to stop thinking about for days. Her arms slide around his neck to pull him in for a hug and Jungkook hugs her back, an arm wrapped loosely around her waist.

Your stomach drops at the sight. Why you don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with the teeny tiny crush you developed when he helped you the other day.

“I missed you,” Hyejin coos as she pulls away to look up at Jungkook. 

Her lips are formed in a soft pout and it makes Jungkook chuckle. You feel like you’re intruding on a private moment and you can’t help but clear your throat, just to acknowledge your own presence. Hyejin seems to jump back into reality as she glances at you, eyes widening in realization.

“Oh, right! Kookie, this is ____,” your new friend introduces you to the guy whom you actually met before meeting her but she doesn’t have to know that. “____, this is Jungkook.”

Before you can say or do anything, Jungkook’s eyes meet yours. You watch as a smirk spreads upon his lips, “well, if it isn’t the girl who got me in trouble.”

You scoff softly.

“What do you mean I got you in trouble? That was all you,” you shoot back at him, laughing softly. 

Jungkook lets out a short laugh and shrugs mindlessly, smiling to himself as if admitting that it was indeed his own fault. Hyejin’s eyes are shifting between you and the guy next to her, confusion written all over her face.

“Wait, you guys know each other already?”

Your eyes widen, “no! We just, um-“

“I helped her find the library the other day,” Jungkook tells Hyejin, “she seemed pretty lost.”

You feel your cheeks heating up again as Jungkook mentions your chaotic state of mind from the other day. But you can’t help but feel grateful for his help. If it hadn’t been for him, you’d probably still be a mess. At least, after he helped you find the library and some of the books you needed, you found yourself feeling slightly more at peace. The stress of transferring universities really messed with your usual organized mindset.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Hyejin smiles, glancing at you and then at Jungkook again, “well, we gotta go, we have another lecture starting soon. I’ll see you at the game tonight?”

He nods as he looks at her. He doesn’t seem to mind when she leans up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. You can’t really tell if they’re dating or not. But then again they seem comfortable enough to be touchy with each other in the middle of the hallway where people are passing by. It would fit perfectly – with your luck and all – that the most popular girl and the cutest boy on campus (whom you’ve been crushing on for the past few days) are a couple.

“Are you coming to watch the game too, ____?”

Jungkook’s voice pulls you back to present time, his eyes focused on you as he awaits your answer. You part your lips to speak but before you can even begin to think of an excuse for not coming, Hyejin butts in.

“Oh, yeah! You should come!”

“Guess I’m coming too,” you flash them both a stiff smile, feeling so out of place next to this beautiful couple. However, the feeling is partly gone after Jungkook smiles at you once again, seeming satisfied with your response.

Hours later after lectures and classes, you find yourself walking towards the soccer field with Hyejin. She seems incredibly familiar with the place as she waltzes towards the bleachers. You tag along, looking around with parted lips, impressed by the size of this soccer ‘stadium’. 

There are bleachers on two sides, the other two sides fenced to make it a secluded area. There are four big lamp posts with bright lights in each corner, illuminating the soccer field on this early September evening. It’s chilly outside but not cold enough to have you freezing. The thick sweatshirt you’re wearing is warm enough to keep you from feeling the chilly breeze. Hyejin, however, is dressed prettily in a knitted sweater and a short skirt – a stark contrast to the sweatshirt and washed blue, loose jeans you’re wearing. 

“Tonight’s game isn’t that important since it’s still the beginning of the season,” Hyejin explains as you both sit down on the front row of the bleachers. A bunch of other students are sitting around on the bleachers as well, chatting while waiting for the game to start. “But if they lose…” she grimaces, “Jungkook will not be happy. He hates losing.”

You chuckle softly at her words. Somehow you have a hard time imagining Jungkook being angry about losing a game. All you’ve experienced so far is a smiling, helpful and kind Jungkook. 

Speaking of, your eyes spot him on the field, running around with a ball by his feet. Without realizing, you’re watching him intently, eyes focused on him as he’s dribbling the ball on his feet while walking around, making it seem like it’s the easiest thing in the world. You find yourself in a trance, watching him handle the ball with ease and perfection – his talent evident just by how he plays around with the ball, casually and without much effort.

“I’m gonna get a coffee,” Hyejin suddenly says, pulling you from your thoughts. “You want anything?”

“No, I’m good, thanks,” you tell her while shaking your head in response. You glance after her as she gets up from her seat and leaves you alone on the bleachers. Once she disappears from your line of vision, you turn your attention back to the soccer field, eyes back on Jungkook. He’s looking around as if to spot someone specific, his eyes raking over the bleachers before settling on who he’s looking for. Your heart skips a beat when his eyes meet yours, heartbeat hammering in your chest when he starts jogging towards you.

“Hey,” he smiles at you, bright and warm as ever, coming to a stop in front of you on the other side of the barricade. “You came.”

You feel a tiny hint of warmth within you because he seems happy to see you at his game. But you can’t help but remind yourself he’s with Hyejin, the fuzzy and warm feeling in your chest slowly dissolving. Maybe he’s just being friendly after finding out you’re friends with his girlfriend.

“Yeah, wouldn’t miss it,” you softly say, causing his smile to widen just a bit.

“Did you manage to find the rest of the books you needed?” He asks after a short moment of silence.

You nod.

“Good,” Jungkook nods, “that’s good.”

Silence surrounds the two of you again. There’s something in the atmosphere but you can’t quite pinpoint it. You feel his eyes on you as you glance around, your own eyes looking at anything else but him. To be honest, looking at him is making you nervous, especially after noticing his attire when he played around with the ball before – he’s dressed in his soccer uniform; a fitted warm-up shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and lean body, white shorts that stop just above his knees, blue socks, soccer cleats in bright colors on his feet. His hair is tousled, the tips slightly damp from warming up which makes it even worse because now it’s kind of curly.

“So,” you break the silence, taking the chance and looking back at him, “how long have you and Hyejin been dating?”

“Oh, we’re not.”

“What?”

Jungkook hums to confirm his own words when you look at him in confusion, “we’re just friends.”

You can’t help but raise one eyebrow, looking at him with suspicion written all over your face.

“Does she know that?”

“Of course,” he shrugs and lets out a somewhat strained chuckle. “There’s no reason that she wouldn’t.”

Them not dating seems almost impossible to you as you’re reminded of them cuddled up in the hallway from earlier today. Maybe Hyejin just has a crush on Jungkook? It would make sense and to be fair, you don’t blame her. He’s the whole fucking package and you, yourself, is having a hard time because of it. Just having him standing this close to you on the other side of the barricade is making your heartbeat quicken.

Hyejin appears by your side again, coffee in hand. She smiles widely once she spots Jungkook, leaning over the barricade to give him a hug. You watch them embrace each other and you can’t help but notice how different their approaches are. Hyejin is hugging him tightly while Jungkook loosely wraps an arm around her waist. When he looks at you over her shoulder, you quickly look away, pretending you weren’t watching them just now.

“Jeon! Stop flirting with your fans and get back over here!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and chuckles as he breaks away from the hug, glancing back at his coach before turning back to you and Hyejin.

“I’ll catch you guys later,” he tells you both, eyes staying locked with yours for a second longer before jogging off towards the rest of his team. A rush of excitement runs through your body but you quickly brush it off, telling yourself you’re imagining things.

“Score a goal for me, Kookie!” Hyejin calls after him.

Jungkook glances back at her and flashes her a smile before continuing to make his way towards his teammates. Hyejin lets out a deep sigh as she sits back down next to you. You glance at her, noticing the soft grin on her face as she watches Jungkook move around the field, prepping and getting ready for the game to start.

The game soon starts, occupying you and Hyejin entirely. Jungkook starts on the field. He’s the center forward with the number 7 on the back of his jersey. Throughout the game you slowly begin to realize that going to watch the game was a bad idea. Not only is Jungkook sweet and cute – he’s undoubtedly hot too. The way he’s in his element on the soccer field, completely focused and set on winning, is one of the most attractive things you’ve ever witnessed and you’re not sure how to handle it. 1) You’re lowkey turned on by it and 2) you feel bad for being attracted to him, to have this developing crush when it’s obvious that Hyejin likes him.

And to make matters worse, just when you happen to look at him during halftime, he’s lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. His lower abdomen is revealed, nicely tanned skin and toned hips on show for everyone to see and yet you feel like you’re the only one witnessing it. Your cheeks heat up at the sight, teeth digging into your bottom lip to stop yourself from yelping in surprise. He’s all sweaty with damp hair, strands sticking to his forehead and glistening skin. When he grabs a water bottle and starts drinking from it, you slump in your seat, mentally groaning.

This is not good.

It’s the first weekend after your first week at your new university. You’re at home, in the apartment that happened to have a room available when you needed to find a place to live. It’s just off campus and the room you have is the perfect size. The rest of the apartment you’re sharing with two other girls – Jihyo and Yeri. They’re both enrolled at the same university and both very sweet and easy to be around. You haven’t really spent much time with them yet though. They’re not home at the moment – in fact, they’re not home that much at all which you don’t mind. 

Tonight it’s just you and Hyejin, lying around in the living room, sprawled out on the couch. The TV is playing some TV show you lost interest in a long time ago. You’re scrolling through your phone, checking social media and the news. Hyejin sighs deeply next to you, causing you to look at her. You follow her line of vision to the TV, noticing she’s still watching the show. 

The main characters are about to kiss – the guy is pulling the girl close as he dips down and presses his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. The girl melts against him, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him in further and you feel a rush run through your entire body as a certain someone suddenly appears in your mind. You had hoped he would’ve left your mind for good after watching him play soccer the other night. Apparently it only made things worse and you haven’t been able to get the image out of your head at all.

“I want that,” Hyejin sighs again, pouting to herself as she stares at the couple on the screen.

“You’ll have it someday,” you tell her with a chuckle, “don’t worry.”

“I could have it already though,” your friend groans, turning off the TV as the episode ends. You watch as she gets up from the couch to walk around in the living room of your new home. She moves closer to the bookcase by the wall, looking at the books and decorative stuff on it. “Jungkook and I could have that… If he would just realize how I feel about him, that is. He’s so cute,” she giggles while shaking her head, “but he’s so oblivious.”

“Are you planning on telling him?”

You can’t help but ask, curious to know if she’s planning to act on her feelings or just leave it as a crush. Hyejin purses her lips as she thinks about your question. As you await her response, you get up and make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. Hyejin follows you, nodding when you gesture for two mugs. She jumps onto the kitchen counter, watching you in silence as you prepare tea for the two of you.

When you glance at her, she shrugs, “I don’t know… maybe?”

“Haven’t you gone out on dates before though?” You ask as you hand her one of the mugs.

She shakes her head, “we don’t do stuff like that. The only time we see each other outside of our friend group is when we fuck-”

Just as you’re about to take a sip of your freshly brewed tea, you sputter into the cup as the words leave her perfect lips. Hyejin looks at you in surprise, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you cough lightly before grabbing a napkin to dry the droplets of tea off your face.

“You okay?” She chuckles.

“Yeah, just… what?” You mutter, still not entirely sure you heard her right.

“What do you mean?”

“You guys fuck?”

Hyejin lets out a soft laugh, “oh yeah, we’ve been hooking up for a few months now.”

Did you just hear that right? It seems you weren’t actually prepared to hear Hyejin so explicitly mention it like she just did. Even though a part of you already knew something was going on between them. It was to be expected though after seeing Hyejin hug Jungkook and kiss his cheek so casually in the hallway the other day. One thing you can’t help but think about though is why would Jungkook say they’re just friends when clearly they’re more than that?

“Oh, wow,” you mutter, “how did that happen?”

Why you ask, you don’t know. It’s not like you’re dying to know the details of how she ended up in the sheets with him. It’s not like you’re busting at the seams to know how much she wants him to be his boyfriend. To be honest, the less you know, the better.

Hyejin shrugs at your question, “it kinda just happened, I think? There was this end-of-the-year party in June and somehow we ended up in bed together. To be fair though, it might’ve been me who…”

This changes everything.

A few months ago…

It’s finally June.

Which means the end-of-the-year party is happening and to say everyone’s enjoying it would be an understatement. As Hyejin slightly stumbles her way through the frat house that houses the party, she notices people around her smiling and laughing, talking and dancing, flirting and making out. There’s not a single frown to spot anywhere and it brings a big smile to Hyejin’s own face as she makes her way towards the back patio. Fresh air is needed after drinking and dancing for an hour straight.

Once she steps outside, she spots a few people standing around, some are talking, some are on their phones. One person in particular catches her eye, seated on the patio steps to the backyard. The curly mop of dark hair is impossible to be mistaken as she moves closer to her friend.

“Hi, you,” she greets him as she plops down next to him.

Jungkook looks up at her, eyelids heavy. She offers him a smile which he reciprocates. Although it’s probably more like a lazy half smile with hints of tipsiness caused by the many beers he had while playing beer pong not too long ago.

“Hey,” he replies and takes a swig of the bottle of beer in his hand.

“This party is so much fun,” she gushes, grinning as she glances around at the other people on the patio. Jungkook copies her actions before nodding in agreement.

“Sure is,” he agrees, “you enjoying yourself so far?”

Hyejin nods, “yeah, of course. Are you not?”

“Oh, I am,” Jungkook quickly assures her before smirking softly to himself, “but I think I had one too many beers because I’m pretty sure these stairs aren’t supposed to be spinning.”

The girl next to him lets out a laugh at his words. 

“Let me help you with that one then,” she points at the beer in his hand. Jungkook hands it to her without another thought, watching as she takes a couple long swigs before handing it back to him. Silence overcomes them for a short moment as they stare into the darkness of the backyard, the only light to spot being the street lights on the other side of the hedge.

“Why are you sitting out here by yourself anyway?” Hyejin asks Jungkook after a while, turning her focus to him. 

He lets out a sigh and shrugs, “needed some fresh air. The drinks went straight to my head. You?”

“Been dancing with some guy for an hour,” she tells Jungkook, “he wanted to do more than dancing so I left before it could go further.”

The guy was cute, no doubt about it, but Hyejin wasn’t really feeling it. Jungkook too had several girls coming up to him but none of them managed to catch his attention for long. Now here they are, sitting on the patio stairs with a friend instead of getting laid.

“Let me guess, he wasn’t cute enough?” Jungkook teases Hyejin.

“Oh, he was,” Hyejin chuckles, “he just didn’t really seem like someone I would get with.”

“That’s too bad,” Jungkook hums, finishing his beer before carelessly throwing the bottle onto the lawn. Hyejin hums in agreement, staring at the bottle that is now laying on the lawn instead of being held by Jungkook’s hand.

“What about you?” She wonders out loud, “no lucky girl within your radar?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “nah, I don’t really have the time for it.”

“Not even hook-ups?”

Another shake of his head, lips pulled into a thin line.

Shock paints Hyejin’s pretty face as she stares at the side of Jungkook’s, “so you never hook up with anyone? When’s the last time you had sex?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I don’t know… Spring break, I guess?

“What?! Jungkook, I know for a fact you got girls lining up just to date you. You’re the star of the soccer team and you’re smart as hell – not to mention good-looking.”

He lets out a chuckle at that and shakes his head, “yeah, well, I don’t have the time to date right now- I don’t even want to date.”

Hyejin hums as the words leave his mouth. Before she knows it, an idea appears within her mind. It might be a far stretch but there’s nothing wrong with throwing it out there and seeing what happens, right?

“What would you say to just sex then?”

She watches as Jungkook looks at her in confusion, eyebrows knitted together on his forehead.

“What do you mean?” He asks, slightly curious.

“I mean, we could have sex? No strings attached.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows in surprise. “We?” He gestures between himself and Hyejin, “as in us?”

Hyejin shrugs, “why not?”

“You mean like right now?” He then points to where they’re sitting on the patio stairs. Before he can even register what’s happening, Hyejin is scooting closer, looking at him while batting her eyelashes, chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“It doesn’t have to be right now,” she can’t help but smile as Jungkook visibly relaxes where he sits. “... could be in an hour or in a week. It’s up to you really.”

Jungkook gives it a thought as he hums to himself, his eyes dropping to glance at her lips for a split-second before looking back into her eyes. “I never really thought of you that way, to be honest.”

Hyejin leans closer as the words leave his pink lips, “well, it’s never too late to start, is it?”

Jungkook is caught slightly off guard as Hyejin carefully presses her lips to his, closing the distance between them. It takes a moment for Jungkook to realize what’s happening but when he does, he slowly starts to reciprocate the kiss. Before they know it, the kiss escalates to making out, tongues meeting and hands exploring, both of them completely forgetting about the other people on the patio. It doesn’t take long for them to end up in one of the beds upstairs – making out, grinding against each other, undressing one another in a hurry to get what they crave the most.

And it happens again the following weekend, surprising both of them but it feels too good not to. 

“This is just sex, right?” Jungkook manages to get the words out in between moans as Hyejin sits on top of him.

“Yeah,” Hyejin breathes, leaning over him to connect her mouth with his, moaning into it as he bucks his hips up, the tip of his length hitting deeply inside of her. 

“No strings, no feelings… Shit- just sex whenever we feel like it.”

“Yes, just sex.”

Later as Jungkook is getting dressed, on his way out of Hyejin’s room, he looks at her as she lays in her bed – naked underneath the sheets, watching him get dressed to leave. 

“So… when are we doing this again?” She asks, smirking softly.

Jungkook sighs as he grabs his shirt off the floor, shrugging before slipping it over his head, “I don’t know… I don’t want us to misunderstand each other, you know.”

Hyejin looks at him in confusion, “what do you mean?”

“I want us to stay friends,” Jungkook says, sitting down on the edge of the bed to slip on his shoes. “I still don’t wanna date or have a relationship but as long as we’re both on the same page about this, I don’t see a problem with hooking up once in a while.”

Hyejin nods, “yeah, that’s cool. We can do that.”

“Okay, great,” his shoulders slump in relief, “talk to you later, yeah?”

Hyejin smiles and nods. He flashes her a cute smile in return and waves before leaving her room, gone without any trace of him being there except for the scent of him.

-end of flashback-

“Jungkook is a great guy,” Hyejin’s voice interrupts your thoughts, pulling you from your zoned out state. “But he’s just so oblivious, you know?”

You can’t have a crush on the guy your friend is sleeping with? 

That’s equivalent to breaking every single rule in the girl code book. In fact, rule #1 in said book would most likely be: Do not under any circumstances have a crush on/catch feelings for your friend’s boyfriend. ‘Fuck buddy’ definitely fits under that rule. If Hyejin hadn’t been so casual about her and Jungkook’s situation and mentioned it just now, your recently formed crush probably would’ve gotten worse over time. And that could’ve become a problem.

Now you need to make a vow. A promise. A rule for yourself to follow religiously.

You will never ever pursue Jungkook and this little ridiculous crush of yours needs to disappear as quickly as it appeared. Whatever attraction you felt towards him before needs to be gone starting from tonight. Jeon Jungkook will not be anything but the guy who’s dating your friend. 

Although, it would be much easier if he wasn’t in the same friend group you’re slowly becoming a part of the more you hang out with Hyejin. 

Or if he wasn’t in the same Anatomy & Physiology class as you, always sitting next to you or close to you. You don’t know why he does it because he has friends in your shared class that he could sit with instead.

However, another two weeks pass by and Hyejin hasn’t mentioned Jungkook much ever since she told you about how they became fuck buddies. You’re thankful for that because suppressing your crush is already hard enough as it is; for some reason Jungkook is always tagging along when you’re out to eat with Hyejin and some of the others from her surprisingly big friend group. It’s never just one of the guys or two – no, it’s always all four of them or none of them. If Hoseok says yes to join, Jimin tags along which almost always results in Taehyung tagging along which then ends with Jungkook joining as well.

A package deal if you will. 

And it’s not like you’re stirring up a conversation with Jungkook all the time at every chance you get. Sure, you talk once in a while since he’s the type of person to care about other people; he likes to ask how you are and if you’re all settled after transferring from Busan. You can’t just ignore him when he asks and to be honest, you don’t really want to.

But even when you and Hyejin are in the library on campus, working on an assignment for one of your shared classes, Jungkook will usually appear out of the blue with one of the other guys. And then you will spend a few hours in the library with a hammering heart in your chest, unable to focus because he’s sitting right across from you on the other side of the table, looking cute as hell as he reads his book about psychology in sports. 

The alarms in your head instantly go off when he sits back in his chair to get rid of his hoodie and his t-shirt rides up a bit, revealing a tiny snippet of the tanned skin of his abdomen. This is not good for the girl code, you think to yourself as you inhale sharply. Hyejin, Jungkook, and Hoseok all watch you in confusion as you suddenly close your book and laptop, stuffing it all in your backpack before getting up from your seat.

“What’s going on?” She asks, slightly taken aback by your sudden change of behavior.

“I, um,” you stumble over your words, glancing at the boys only to notice that Jungkook is looking at you with a slightly worried expression. “I gotta go, I just remembered I have… a thing.”

“Okay…” Hyejin trails off, turning in her seat as you nod your head in goodbye before heading towards the exit doors. You come to a halt when she calls after you, “wait, are you still coming to the party on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” you tell her, once again catching Jungkook’s eyes for a split second, “I just- I gotta go. I’ll text you later, okay?”

When you text Hyejin later that evening and she asks if everything is alright, you feel bad for saying yes and not telling her what had you rushing out of the library. Although it’s quickly forgotten as Hyejin moves on to ask what she should wear for the party. Eventually the two of you end up face-timing for the greater part of the evening, trying to figure out what outfit to wear. In the end you settle for a pair of loose jeans and a cute crop top to go with them. Hyejin decides on a pastel green midi-dress; one that makes her look even more gorgeous than she already is and you can’t help but think about how Jungkook might lose his mind at the sight.

“I can’t wait! It’s gonna be so much fun,” Hyejin gushes as you both lay in your beds, ready to sleep. She’s smiling widely on the screen of your phone, her big brown eyes looking at you. “Wait, this is your first party after transferring, aren’t you excited?”

You are excited. Okay, let’s be real, you’re more than excited. You’ve been super busy these past two weeks with getting settled and getting the hang of living in Seoul that you completely forgot to have fun – fun that doesn’t include being on campus or studying with fellow students, or doing your homework.

“Of course I am!”

Hyejin squeals in excitement, “yay! Well, I have to sleep soon or else I will look like a dead fish tomorrow.”

You give her a pointed yet playful look and chuckle, “I doubt it but fine… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See youuu,” Hyejin waves at you before hanging up, leaving you to think about the party you’ll be attending in two days. You’re trying to not let the thought of Jungkook going to the party consume you but as expected he ends up being the only thing on your mind. You groan to yourself and turn onto your side, forcing your eyes shut to hopefully fall asleep – hoping to dream about anything else but the cute and charming jock who has been occupying your thoughts more than you would like lately.

The sound of loud music mixed with people talking and laughing is reverberating throughout the entire frat house. People are having fun, ‘celebrating’ the beginning of a new semester, letting loose before it becomes stressful with homework, assignments, midterms and whatnot. You’ve been dancing with Hyejin for the past hour, dancing with other students whom you haven’t seen around before but they seem cool – not that it matters. You probably won’t talk with any of them after this party anyway.

“I want another drink,” Hyejin tells you over the music as a new song comes on, one just as loud and energetic as the previous one, “wanna come?”

You nod, “of course!”

Hyejin links her arm with yours, tugging you along towards the kitchen of the house where there has been created a ‘help yourself’-table of alcohol. You watch as Hyejin mixes two cups of something you never thought of mixing before but as you take a sip and taste it, you find yourself licking your lips to get the remnants of the flavor.

“Oh wow- this is really good!” You gush, taking another swig. 

Hyejin smirks and takes a sip of her own cup, “it’s my own secret drink, so don’t tell anyone, alright?”

You pretend to zip and lock your lips, handing the imaginary key to her, “promise.”

Truth is, you didn’t really pay attention to whatever she mixed in that drink – all you know is that there’s vodka in it and something pink as the liquid is a shining pink color. You’re in the middle of finishing your drink when Hyejin spots someone she knows not too far away, shouting their name before disappearing from your side. You mindlessly watch as she slips between people, leaving you to stand by the drinks table with a now empty cup.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s making you ignore the fact that your friend just left you alone at a party where you only know her and a few other people, the rest being complete strangers. All you do is shrug to yourself as you look at the different bottles of alcohol and mixing liquids, trying to figure out what Hyejin used to make that delicious drink of hers. Eventually, you end up mixing some random stuff – and it doesn’t taste too bad. Could’ve been much worse, that’s for sure.

Soon enough you’re back on the dance floor, by yourself, dancing with strangers and having the time of your life. You promised yourself you’d let loose and have fun tonight as a reward to yourself for busting your ass off for two weeks straight. 

“Love the way you work those hips, princess,” a voice brushes against the shell of your ear and hands rests upon said hips, causing you to freeze in your movements. You turn to face the person, curious to see who is whispering in your ear in the middle of the dance floor. It’s not someone you know and you definitely do not want to know them – in fact, the guy in front of you makes you rather uncomfortable as he smirks at you, eyes glancing up and down your body.

“Thanks,” you trail off, about to turn your back to him to walk away but he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer.

“You're not gonna show me how you do it?” He asks, trying his very hardest to come off as seductive and flirty.

“Actually, I was just about to go find my friend, sorry-”

He cuts you off, shaking his head, “one dance, princess and I’ll leave you alone, I promise.”

You try your best to squirm out of his hold but it’s no use, he has his arm tightly wrapped around your waist, keeping you close against his body. “Please let go of me,” you tell him, voice as stern as it’ll allow you right now.

“Oh, come on, princess… Just one d-”

“She told you to let go, man.”

Both you and the stranger whip your heads around to look at the person who just spoke, the voice familiar to you. You feel your heart skip a beat as you’re met by a pair of soft, dark brown eyes looking at you. However, those soft dark brown eyes turn hard as they move to settle on the guy who’s still holding onto you.

Jungkook raises a single eyebrow at the guy who’s name you haven’t gotten to know yet – not that you wish to know it anyway. Jungkook glances at you, silently asking if you’re okay. You nod softly which seems to relieve him as he reaches for you, hand finding yours to pull you to his side. A rush of a tingling feeling runs through your body as you feel his hand in yours. Once you’re by his side, you hold onto his arm out of sheer need of some comfort while trying your hardest to ignore the fact that this is the closest you’ve been to him ever since meeting him. 

“Mind your own business, Jeon,” the guy rolls his eyes.

“I was minding my own business,” Jungkook tells the guy who had been eager to dance with you, “but then you chose to ignore her when she asked you to let go. So that makes it my business too.”

Nameless guy’s eyes switch between you and Jungkook a few times before rolling once again. He seems to deem it not worth it as he waves a hand, mumbling a ‘whatever, Jeon’ as he turns on his heel and slips through the crowd of drunk people. 

Jungkook makes sure he’s gone before turning to face you. Your hands automatically drop from their hold of Jungkook’s arm, crossing over your chest instead. You don’t catch the way Jungkook’s face twists in disappointment. Instead you watch as he glances you over as if to check if you’re alright before settling on your face, worry etched upon his own.

“You okay?”

You nod, “yeah, he didn’t really do anything. What’s his deal anyway?”

Sighing, Jungkook runs a hand through his dark hair, “Jung Hyunmin – a complete asshole who thinks he can get with any girl if he just calls them a pet name a certain amount of times.”

That makes you laugh softly as Jungkook rolls his eyes at Hyunmin’s obviously well-known and tiring antics. A smile sneaks its way onto Jungkook’s face as your laughter fills the air around you. 

“Well,” you sigh, “thanks for… saving me, I guess.”

“Anytime,” Jungkook smirks softly.

You shoot him a playful look, “I could’ve handled it myself though.”

The dark haired boy chuckles and nods, “oh, I know.”

You would have handled it yourself if Jungkook hadn’t shown up to help you out as a true knight in shining armor. But Hyunmin seemed to back off pretty quickly though when Jungkook came to your rescue. Whether it’s some sort of respect for the best soccer player on campus or something else entirely, you don’t know. What you do know though is that Jungkook seems to have a certain effect on people – you’ve noticed this in the one class you share together too. He’s respected, well-liked by students and teachers alike – literally no one seems to have anything against him. The more you get to know Jungkook, the more you understand. And for good reason.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook asks after a while, causing you to nod again right away.

“Yeah, but I think I might head home though. That Hyunmin guy really killed my buzz,” you chuckle dryly.

“I can give you a ride if you want?” Jungkook then says.

Why is he always there to help you out and be nice? Why is it so difficult for you to just steer clear of him? Especially now after you’ve promised yourself you would do everything you could to get rid of this ridiculous crush of yours.

“Haven’t you been drinking?” You wonder out loud, eyebrows furrowing as you look at him.

Jungkook shakes his head, “I don’t drink that often. I only had like one beer a few hours ago.”

“Oh.”

This new information about him surprises you but then again, alcohol and partying might not be the top priority for someone like Jungkook – a top athlete with good chances of going professional if he keeps up with his training schedule, health and whatnot. Alcohol could definitely ruin that for him.

“Come on,” he smiles, “let me drive you home.”

“What about Hyejin?”

You can’t help but think about your friend as every inch of your body feels it when Jungkook carefully puts a hand on the small of your back, silently telling you to move towards the door. Before you leave the frat house, you spot Hyejin in the midst of the party, dancing with some of the others from the friend group. Jungkook follows your line of sight, spotting Hyejin as well before turning back to you.

“I’ll come back and get her,” he tells you, “I need to bring the guys home anyway.”

When you got into Jungkook’s car, you were convinced it’d be awkward as hell during the trip to your apartment. However, the ride is anything but quiet. Jungkook is focused on driving yet he still finds time to glance at you from time to time. You can feel it like fire against your skin and the rush running through your body is impossible to ignore. But you try not to pay it any mind as you tipsily ramble on about everything yet nothing at the same time.

Jungkook has a small smile on his face, it’s growing more and more the longer you talk about random stuff that has no relation to anything. It may seem like nervous rambling from being in the car with him but it looks like he doesn’t mind. Instead, he just listens intently to everything you tell him – stuff about Busan that he probably already knows because it’s his hometown too, stuff about your older brother and parents, stuff about you and Hyejin’s brand new but hilarious friendship.

You barely pause to breathe but Jungkook manages to throw a response in here and there. The rest of the time he’s just listening, smiling to himself.

“You didn’t have to take me home, you know,” you say suddenly, looking at him. Jungkook’s eyes move from the road to you and back to the road again, his small smile turning into a small smirk instead.

“It’s not a problem at all,” he tells you, glancing at you again, “besides, what better way to celebrate my birthday?”

You gasp, sitting up in your seat and facing him entirely, “it's your birthday?”

Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head, “no, my birthday was two weeks ago but apparently tonight’s party was a ‘birthday celebration’ for me.”

“Oh my god, happy belated birthday!”

“Thanks,” he grins.

“Wow, I can’t believe I missed it,” you pout, slumping in the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car. “Now I feel bad for letting you leave the party just to drive me home. I could’ve just taken the night bus.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have let you take the night bus,” he pointedly says, “not when I was right there, sober with a car.”

“But-“

He shakes his head instantly, “____, do you know how many creeps who ride the buses this late?”

You fall silent, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting as if you just got scolded by your parents. Jungkook chuckles to himself and shakes his head in amusement, letting the conversation come to an end as he pulls into the parking lot of the building you live in. He parks and turns off the engine, the rumbling of it disappearing only to leave the two of you to sit in silence.

“Well, thanks for the ride,” you softly say and offer him a smile.

Just as you’re about to get out of the car, Jungkook removes his seatbelt and gets out of the car as well. You can’t help but look at him in confusion as he joins you on the other side, nodding his head towards the building. 

“I’ll walk you up,” he tells you.

Despite the way your heart skips a beat as he flashes you a smile, you follow him without protesting. You walk side by side towards the door, the silence very tense all of a sudden and you’re having a hard time breathing. Jungkook watches as you unlock the main door and push yourself inside. You make sure to check if he follows behind, ignoring the way excitement floods your stomach. You shouldn’t feel excited because he’s walking you up after driving you home. You shouldn’t even be spending this much alone time with him. What would Hyejin say if she knew? Would she be mad that you’re having a developing crush on her fuck buddy slash crush? Would she be more angry with you or Jungkook?

All these questions roam your mind as you and Jungkook make your way upstairs, the elevator thankfully being out of order. You’re convinced you wouldn’t survive a trip of five floors in a tiny elevator with this guy.

“Holy shit, these stairs are killing me,” Jungkook groans once you reach the last staircase.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the best shape possible?” You giggle.

Jungkook playfully glares at you, “soccer and stairs are two very different things, ____.”

“Right,” you smirk, “either that or you’re just not in as good shape as you thought you were.”

That’s a lie – you know very well how much in good shape he is. In fact, you don’t think anyone on campus is in better shape than him. It makes sense though since Jungkook clearly cares for his health and his sport. The fact that he only had one beer tonight proves it.

“Are you-“ he stares at you in slight disbelief, “are you saying I’m not in good shape?”

Panic paints your face and Jungkook’s reaction is one of amusement, a grin splitting across his face.

“I- no, I didn’t mean it like that! I just-“ you anxiously backtrack, cheeks heating up when Jungkook lets out a laugh. 

“____, calm down, I’m just messing with you,” he laughs. 

You scowl softly at him, shooting him a glare before focusing on unlocking your front door. Jungkook chuckles and leans against the wall next to your door, head resting against it as he waits. You can feel his gaze on you again and it’s making your nerves go off because you know if you turn to look at him you’ll blush hard and look like an idiot. 

God, why are you always a mess when he’s around?

Eventually the door finally unlocks after a bit of struggling. You glance at the boy next to you, heart jumping in your chest as he smiles at you, dark brown eyes looking into yours.

“Thank you,” you softly mutter, “for bringing me home.”

“You’re welcome,” his voice is soft, quiet but just loud enough to reach your ears. You can’t help but take a quick glance at his lips, just for a split second wondering what it would feel like to kiss them, to touch them with your own lips but Hyejin pops into your mind and you quickly remove your eyes from his very pink lips again.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

There’s a glint in his eyes as he watches you step into your home. You offer him one last tiny smile before closing the door, just barely hearing him say “goodnight, ____, sleep tight.”

Jungkook stares at the door for a solid minute after you’ve gone inside, closing it behind you. Something in him wants to knock on the door again and ask you to come along, get back into his car and go for a ride into the night. Another part of him is telling him to leave it. Just for the time being. He does have his roommates and Hyejin to get back to after all.

He lets out a sigh and smiles to himself as he pushes himself off the wall, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He steals one last glance at the door to your apartment, the thought of you getting ready for bed on the other side of it filling his mind as he descends the stairs, heading back to his car.

Driving you home wasn't anything special, he’s done it for his friends multiple times – and for Hyejin as well ever since he developed some sort of relationship with her at the end-of-the-year party in June. However, he can’t stop thinking about the way you rambled during the entire car ride, talking about anything that came to your tipsy mind, sharing your thoughts with him without worrying how you sounded or what you looked like – you were so animated at times, using your hands to describe something so vividly that Jungkook could almost feel himself be there to witness it with his own eyes. 

It was nice. He felt nice in your company – he always does. He’s just hoping he’ll get to experience it even more after tonight. Just the mere thought of it has a feeling akin to excitement running through his entire body, reaching his stomach and causing it to flip as he thinks about seeing you in class on Monday.

However, when Jungkook sees you in anatomy & physiology class around noon on Monday, the seat he usually takes next to you is already occupied when he gets there. He frowns softly to himself as he makes his way to another empty seat, one further away from you, further away from the seat he’s usually in. He passes by you on the way, catching your eyes for a split second as you happen to look up.

“Hey,” Jungkook greets you, smiling widely.

You smile hesitantly and mutter a soft ‘hi’ before returning to your books and notes to draw and doodle – something you always do before the class starts. Jungkook has noticed you like to draw tons of hearts and tiny flowers, flowers that sometimes end up being branches with flowers and leaves instead, spreading across an entire blank sheet of paper.

And from where he’s sitting, a few rows away from you, he can tell you’re drawing those branches again, black ink from your gel pen. Jungkook rests his chin in the palm of his hand once the professor enters, sighing as he finds it difficult to choose where to look – at you drawing branches with flowers and leaves on them or at the professor who’s talking about the reading for today.

Eventually the class ends up passing by with Jungkook switching between looking at you from time to time and listening carefully to what the professor is saying. After class you’re gone before Jungkook can even think about striking up a conversation with you. The very same frown from the beginning of the class is back on his face as he joins some of the guys from the soccer team, heading to his next class.

The next few days go by like this – Jungkook arrives at class around the same time every noon. You’re in your seat, easy to spot right away because it’s the first place Jungkook focuses his eyes on once he steps into the lecture hall. However, the seat next to you has somehow been occupied every day, making it impossible for Jungkook to slip into that seat. However, he makes sure to greet you whenever he manages to catch your eyes, either saying ‘hi’ or just opting for a simple smile. It doesn’t really matter. As long as you reciprocate it, he’s happy.

Now it’s Friday and it’s the last lecture before the weekend. The professor is introducing a new assignment on the whiteboard, talking about the different tasks and the main points of each task.

“The deadline for the assignment is three weeks from now,” Professor Choi says, the entire class buzzing with a low sound of mumbling and whispering as he reveals the deadline. Jungkook is back to sitting next to you, stealing a glance at you when a low, slightly frustrated ‘fuck’ escapes your lips. “Make sure to use chapter 3 as much as possible as you’ll find most of what you need there.”

The professor announces the end of the lecture, packing up his things and leaving the room, several students trailing behind. You’re packing up your stuff when Jungkook turns to look at you, mumbling under your breath, something about chapter 3 making no sense.

“Hey, you okay?”

You look up at Jungkook, nodding right away, “yeah, I just… chapter 3 is being a real bitch to me. I don’t know why.”

Jungkook chuckles softly, glancing around the room to see that only a few students are left.

“You need help with it?” He asks when he looks at you again.

“Oh- no, Jungkook, you don’t have to. I’ll figure it out eventually,” you decline his offer with a sigh, “hopefully.”

“____, I don’t mind. You know that.”

You pause in your actions of packing your stuff together, looking at him again, “yeah, but I don’t wanna get in the way of you doing your own assignment.”

Jungkook smiles. You’re too cute. He wonders how many times he has to tell you it’s no problem for him to help you out or lend you a hand once in a while. You always tell him no despite lowkey being in need of some help, just like the first day when you wandered around all lost and confused, looking for the library.

“I’ll just work on it while I help you,” he assures you. “Chapter 3 can be pretty tough if you don’t fully understand it.”

Silence overcomes the two of you as Jungkook watches you purse your lips, deep in thought. You glance down at the book, then your notes on chapter 3, which are almost non-existing, and then back at Jungkook. He feels a smile spread across his face when he notices you slowly give in.

“Okay,” you sigh, “I could really use your help then if you don’t mind.”

Jungkook smiles softly, “not at all.”

You raise a suspicious eyebrow at him, “you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” he laughs and hands you his phone, “here, put your number in so we can arrange a study date.”

Why you agreed to Jungkook’s offer of helping you with the assignment is a mystery to you – especially because you know you shouldn’t be hanging out with him more than necessary. It only fuels your crush which is supposed to disappear (spoiler alert: it hasn’t disappeared one bit).

Hyejin didn’t seem to mind it though when you had told her Jungkook had offered to help. She only smiled and started talking about how sweet he is to offer to help people with studying. However, it’s not people – it’s just you and you can’t help but feel like a bad friend when you walk into the library Monday afternoon as you and Jungkook agreed on after your lecture on Friday.

Jungkook spots you almost immediately, sticking a hand in the air to wave so you can easily find him. You plaster on a hesitating smile as you make your way towards him.

“Hey,” he grins as you reach the table, pulling the chair out and sitting down. “You ready to get started?”

You sigh and let your smile widen a bit, “yeah, I guess I am.”

Jungkook smirks softly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it in no time,” he assures you.

An hour passes with Jungkook going through the first part of the chapter that has been giving you a tough time ever since professor Choi started using it in class. Jungkook, however, seems to know it from start to finish and back again, easily helping you understand it way better than Professor Choi ever did.

Jungkook is really smart and it’s very attractive – therefore you hate it.

It’s when you’re sitting in comfortable silence, both typing away on your laptops, working on each of your assignments, you steal a glance at the boy next to you. Jungkook is fully focused, completely submerged in it. There’s a wrinkle on his forehead from focusing as he stares at the screen, reading over what he just typed out. His eyebrows are knitted together and his teeth are gnawing into his pink, plump bottom lip. The oversized hoodie he’s wearing makes him look incredibly soft, perfect for cuddling and you hate that you want to know what it’s like to be cuddled in his arms, wrapped tightly in his warmth and feel safe.

It’s not your place to wonder about things like these. If you really want to know, you could just ask Hyejin about it. She’ll probably tell you everything if you asked, giving you details on stuff you really don’t want details on at all.

Shaking your head to yourself, you get rid of the thoughts in your head. You let out a heavy sigh, turning back to your own laptop, missing Jungkook’s eyes as he looks up at you.

“You good?” He asks, noticing the heavy sigh that escapes you.

You look up at him once again, nodding right away and flash him a smile, “yeah, it’s just a lot to process.”

Jungkook smiles comfortingly in return, “yeah, well, a few more study dates like this and you’ll be fine. Promise.”

Oh, how you wish he wouldn’t call it study dates. It only makes it seem worse and you already feel bad about it enough as it is.

“Thank you again,” you tell him, “for going through all this trouble just to help me.”

“____, stop thanking me already,” he chuckles softly, “it’s not a problem, I’m just glad I can help.”

And help you he does. Jungkook suggests meeting up no more than two days later. You agree with a nervously beating heart, suggesting the library again because anywhere else would be too friendly. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and for that, you’re grateful.

It’s going pretty well so far – Jungkook has decided to teach you a few parts at a time so you won’t get too overwhelmed by all the new information you’re receiving. This time around you feel more comfortable around him, your heart is calmer in your chest, your words are more relaxed and you can look him in the eyes without feeling your cheeks heating up.

Maybe, just maybe, you can keep this at friends level and not expose yourself and the crush you have on the star soccer player of Seoul University.

“This assignment really is a bitch,” Jungkook groans quietly to himself, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. You can’t help but chuckle, keeping your eyes on your own laptop screen. You feel his eyes on the side of your face, suddenly feeling very self conscious about it. However, you don’t get to think more of it as a loud growl interrupts the silence. You clutch your stomach, cheeks instantly heating up causing Jungkook to chuckle softly.

“You hungry?” He asks.

You nod, feeling incredibly embarrassed, “a little, yeah.”

“Do you like ramen?”

What a weird question – everyone likes ramen.

“Who doesn’t like ramen?” You wonder out loud, giving Jungkook a look of confusion because the thought of someone not liking ramen seems impossible to you.

Jungkook feels a grin spread across his face as the words leave your lips. A woman after his own heart, he thinks to himself as he gets up, motioning for you to get up as well. Without protesting, you do as he says and copy him as he starts packing up his stuff.

“I know a place with really good ramen,” he tells you, nodding his head towards the exit of the library, “come on.”

Jungkook is watching you with slightly nervous eyes, waiting for your reaction as he opens the door to the ramen place for you. You walk inside, Jungkook follows right behind. You’re looking around, taking in the place with no words being said. From beside you, Jungkook is waiting, feeling anxious about bringing you here because this place is one of his favorite places – something about the dark, slightly futuristic style of the place making him feel at home. Besides, it’s not that well-known yet which makes it a perfect place to study while eating since it’s never packed with people.

“This is so cool,” you speak your mind, a smile spreading across your face as you turn to look at Jungkook.

Your smile makes something in him twist in excitement, causing a wide smile to spread across his own face. Out of pure instinct, he places a hand on the small of your back to silently urge you to move forward. He misses the way your breath hitches but he can’t ignore the way his hand burns from touching you.

“What do you wanna eat?”

You shrug, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

Jungkook nods in response before greeting the staff of the restaurant as if he’s known them his whole life, telling them he would like two portions of his usual order. He shoots a glare at the guys behind the cashier as they wiggle their eyebrows at him while nodding their heads in your direction. Jungkook glances at you for a second just to check if you noticed their teasing. You’re occupied by looking around once again, busy taking in the details of the decoration and interior of the place to notice anything that goes on behind you. A relieved sigh escapes his lips as he guides you to his usual table.

“How did you find this place?” You ask Jungkook out of pure curiosity, taking another bite of the delicious ramen you were served not too long ago.

Jungkook swallows his bite before speaking, “I used to come here a lot last year during finals.”

“Oh.”

“It’s open most of the night so it was perfect for me,” he continues, “I had a lot of stuff going on last year with soccer and exams, so whenever I had practice till late I’d go here to study instead of going home.”

“Why?” You can’t help but ask.

“Can't seem to focus at home,” Jungkook shrugs, “I always end up falling asleep if I try to study at home after practice.”

You frown softly, chopsticks pausing mid-air as you look at him, “Jungkook, you shouldn’t overwork yourself like that. Sleeping is important too.”

A smile sneaks its way onto Jungkook's lips as he looks at you. If he didn’t know any better, he’d almost dare say that you care about him. The concerned frown on your face and the words you speak makes him feel some type of way and the fluttering of his heart is an unknown feeling but he welcomes it, liking how it feels.

“So… what’s the deal with the new girl?” Taehyung asks Jungkook one day when they hang out in their shared living room. Jimin and Hoseok sneak a curious glance at Jungkook as he plops down onto the couch.

“Who? ____?” Jungkook asks despite being fully aware that it’s you Taehyung is asking about.

“Yeah,” Taehyung confirms.

Jungkook eyes him, “what do you mean?”

“You know,” Taehyung gestures with his hands for Jungkook to continue, “what’s she like?”

Why would Taehyung like to know what you’re like? Taehyung usually never cares about the girls Jungkook talks to. He has his own share of girls pining after him being the good-looking, slightly arrogant jock. He’s a huge flirt and usually only cares about a new girl if he finds her hot. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Yeah, you sure do spend a lot of time with her,” Hoseok butts in, curious eyes looking at Jungkook. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you help anyone study before.”

A nervous chuckle leaves Jungkook’s lips, “come on, guys, she’s from my hometown. I gotta help her out.”

His friends all give him a deadpan face and Taehyung raises a single eyebrow as if to say really?

“That is the best excuse you can come up with?” Hoseok laughs.

Before Jungkook can think of a comeback, Taehyung continues, “so you know what she’s like then? Since you’re helping out your fellow Busanian so much.”

Jungkook ignores his teasing jab to shrug, “I guess.”

“Well damn, Jeon, are you gonna tell us or do we need a special key to unlock it?”

“Guys, leave him alone,” Jimin interrupts Hoseok with a gentle tone, “he’ll open up about it when he’s ready.”

“Jesus Christ, there’s nothing to open up about!” Jungkook groans, “she’s- she’s… I don’t know, she’s just really cool. She’s down to earth and funny and easy to talk to.” 

Jungkook’s gaze fixates on nothing in particular behind Taehyung, a dazed expression taking over his features as he thinks about the time he’s spent with you so far.

“She’s clumsy as hell and her eyes always light up when she talks about something she’s passionate about,” a soft chuckle escapes him as a small smile spreads on his lips. “She’s always drawing in class; she likes to draw these tiny flowers on branches. Sometimes she fills an entire page with them instead of taking notes which is kinda stupid because she’s confused already and then I have to explain the entire lecture to her-”

Jungkook pauses as he realizes what’s happening, ears turning red in an instant as he notices the knowing smirks on his friends’ faces. He then clears his throat and shrugs, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible despite the way he just went off on a tangent about you. He doesn’t need his friends on his case about you anymore than they already are. “Uh, why- um, why are you asking?”

“Just wondering,” Taehyung shrugs in return, his smirk turning into a small grin.

Jungkook’s palms prickle with heat as he grows wary. “You’re… You’re not interested in her, are you?”

The silence is heavy in the living room as Taehyung lets out a sigh, leaning back on the couch with his hands behind his head. Jungkook’s face twists in annoyance as he looks at his best friend sitting there all cocky and arrogant as ever. His entire posture screams arrogant, cocky and flirty – he’s everything every girl wants, except the fact that he’s incapable of doing feelings. It’s always flirt, fuck, flee. The three F’s of Kim Taehyung. Every girl knows this and yet some of them always end up getting hurt because they really thought it would be them who’d cause him to leave his fuckboy lifestyle behind.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung smirks, shrugging, “maybe?”

“Tae…” Jimin butts in, eyeing his teasing friend with a warning tone to his voice. 

Taehyung can’t help but grin as he glances at their blonde haired roommate. He turns back to Jungkook only to be met by a glare, one Jungkook doesn’t notice he’s sporting until Taehyung lets out a laugh at the sight.

“Relax, Kookie,” Taehyung coos teasingly, “I know trying to take what’s yours can be dangerous territory.”

His words cause Hoseok to huff out a laugh, earning him a slap on the arm from Jimin. Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair only to leave it a mess.

“She’s not ‘mine’,” he defends.

“Not yet,” Taehyung points at Jungkook as he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” Jungkook chuckles and throws one of the decorative pillows at the curly-haired man sitting on the other end of the couch. “What makes you think she’d go for your dumb ass anyway?”

Laughter erupts between the four roommates, the conversation moving on to a new topic that has nothing to do with Jungkook, or you for that matter. However, you stay in Jungkook’s mind as he falls silent, his friends not paying attention to him as they talk about god knows what. Despite the fact that his words were taken as a joke, he meant them one hundred percent. He knows you’d never go for someone like Taehyung. You couldn’t – not when he’s the exact opposite of you.

You’re nice, kind, sweet and soft in every way possible yet you have a touch of sarcasm within you and you know how to make a joke, one that will make Jungkook laugh, even days after when he coincidentally reminds himself of it again. You’re cute and you’re beautiful; even more so after he talked to you the first time, the soft and kind sound of your voice adding to your beauty, making you a constant in Jungkook’s mind ever since he saw you walking around all lost and confused.

But then again, Taehyung is a massive flirt and one of the most handsome guys on campus – and Jungkook has yet to meet someone who doesn’t gape at him every time he whips out his flirtatious ways. What’s worse is that Jungkook finds himself worrying about Taehyung asking you out one day and he hates it. Taehyung knows how Jungkook feels about you or at least he knows that Jungkook has a certain soft spot for you. 

But that might not be enough for Taehyung to leave you be.

It’s been exactly two days since your last study-turned-dinner date at Jungkook’s favorite ramen place. This time around you’re texting him, asking if he’s up for another study date because you really need to get the hang of chapter 3 soon or else Professor Choi will surely fail you.

you [2:37 pm]: hi, wanna study today? :))

jungkook [2:46 pm]: ofc!! :) i’m on my way to practice rn but you can meet me there in two hours if you want?

you [2:47 pm]: oh okay, sure. i can do that!

jungkook [2:48 pm]: cool, see you then ;)

You really shouldn’t have agreed to meet him at the soccer field.

This thought comes to mind after you’ve arrived and sat down on the bleachers, watching the last bit of their practice. The early October weather is in their favor as the sun beams down on them. Jungkook and his teammates are running around, playing soccer, shouting stuff like ‘on your right’ and ‘up front, up front’. Jungkook has the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up into a makeshift tank top and his shorts are definitely tighter today than they were the last time you saw him on the field – or maybe you’re just seeing things.

Your eyes are locked on him as he moves around, easily stealing the ball from one of his teammates before heading for the goal, effortlessly bringing the ball along with his feet. The goalkeeper focuses on Jungkook only, trying his very best to block the ball but Jungkook manages to kick it into the goal net without much struggle, the goalkeeper throwing himself after the ball in a poor attempt to catch it.

“Nice one, Jeon!” The coach calls out after blowing his whistle, signaling the practice is over. “Alright boys, remember to go for that run we talked about before the next practice. Now go shower, you stink.”

The coach’s last words cause Jungkook and his teammates to let out a joint laugh as they grab their stuff and head for the locker rooms. Jungkook spots you on the bleachers, a smile spreading across his face as he makes his way towards you instead of tagging along with the other guys. Before he can reach you, Taehyung runs past him and pats him on the shoulder as he says something you can’t hear but it makes Jungkook glare at his best friend, swatting after him before he runs off to the locker rooms.

“Hey,” Jungkook breathlessly greets you as he comes to a halt in front of the bleachers. He watches you with a smile as you get up from your seat and make your way down the stairs, stopping in front of him. 

“Hi.”

“Thanks for waiting. I didn’t think it’d drag out that much.”

His words barely register in your mind as you look at him, giving him a once over. His toned and veiny arms are on show due to his rolled up sleeves, skin glistening with sweat under the afternoon sunlight of October, damp and slightly curly hair with wet ends, pink lips parted as he breathes heavily from working out for two hours straight.

This is why you shouldn’t have agreed to meet him here. If you hadn’t, you would’ve spared yourself from seeing him like this – fresh out of practice, sweaty and good-looking. He’s without a doubt the most attractive person you've ever laid your eyes on and it’s intimidating as hell. Before Jungkook can catch you ogling him, you shake your head to get rid of these thoughts, plastering on a smile as you meet his eyes.

“It's okay,” you wave a hand dismissively, “so where do you wanna study?”

Jungkook swings his bag over his shoulder and smiles, “we can go back to my place?”

His place? Nope. No way. 

You can’t be in his apartment, much less alone with him in his apartment. That’s definitely not like being at the library. In the library you feel relaxed because there are other people around, you’re never truly alone with Jungkook and haven’t been yet except for that night where he drove you home. Which itself left a bigger impact on you than you would’ve liked. However, his apartment – his home –  is far from being like the library and just the mere thought of hanging out with him for longer than what a car ride lasts, studying with him back at his place has your heart racing and your mind screaming, reminding you of that promise you made to yourself – this crush on Jeon Jungkook needs to disappear.

But studying is important too and so far Jungkook seems to be your only option at getting this assignment done somewhat correctly. And you will always prioritize studying and your degree over anything else – even if it means spending some very intimidating alone time with the guy who’s making your heart race in your chest and your cheeks heat up like a little school girl.

“Sure,” you agree with his suggestion, voice rising an octave higher, “that sounds good.”

Jungkook and his roommates’ place is not like you imagined it to be. It’s clean, tidied up and nicely decorated and you can’t help but comment on it as soon as you’re standing in the living room, looking around. Your words have Jungkook chuckling before he tells you that keeping the place tidy and clean is mostly Jimin’s job. He doesn’t let the other guys touch the cleaning equipment because apparently they don’t know ‘how to do it right’. Jungkook puts air quotes around his last words, rolling his eyes with a smile playing upon his lips.

“Poor Jimin,” you pout playfully, trying your best to ignore the way Jungkook’s eyes flicker to your bottom lip for a split-second. “You guys let him carry that heavy load all by himself.”

“Hey,” Jungkook calls and points a finger at you, “Jimin put that heavy load on himself, so let’s not make Jungkook feel bad, alright?”

You put your hands up in surrender and let out a soft laugh, feeling the fast pace of your heart turn down a notch as the atmosphere turns light-hearted and playful. If being around Jungkook could be like this all the time without the unacknowledged tension and constant beating of your heart in your chest, maybe your crush would dissolve rather quickly. But no – Jungkook will go and do stuff that will make your breath hitch in your throat or he will say stuff that will make you blush for no specific reason. It’s a never-ending saga; Jungkook treats you with care and makes you laugh and then you’re right back to square one, your crush developing even faster than before.

“Well, make yourself at home,” Jungkook gestures to the couch, “I’ll hop in the shower before we get started.”

“Okay,” you squeak, the sudden thought of Jungkook taking a shower doing something to your voice.

“Be right back,” he smiles before disappearing into the bathroom, closing and locking the door after him.

You let out a soft yet frustrated groan to yourself as you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, the cute smile Jungkook flashed at you just a minute ago playing on repeat in your mind. Plopping down on the couch, you grab your bag and pull out your anatomy & physiology book and laptop, placing it on the coffee table. It’s quiet in the apartment, the only sound being the shower running in the bathroom and Jungkook whistling to himself. None of the other guys seems to be home at the moment; Jimin and Taehyung are probably both back at campus, showering in the locker rooms and Hoseok must be in the dance studio – as he always is, according to Hyejin at least.

The peaceful silence mixed with the shower running and Jungkook’s harmonic whistling is relaxing in a way as you grab your laptop and sit back on the couch, hesitantly making yourself at home like Jungkook told you to. You dig out the document containing your assignment and start reading it, trying to do a bit of work on it before Jungkook comes back from showering. You’re entirely absorbed in it, so much that you shoot up in surprise when the front door suddenly unlocks.

“Oh,” Taehyung comes to a halt as he appears in the living room, surprised eyes meeting yours from across the room.

“Hi,” you pipe, suddenly feeling like you’re intruding in Taehyung’s home as he glances around the room and then looks at you in suspicion.

“Jungkook left you alone?” He asks instead of greeting you back.

“Yeah,” you reply but then shake your head, “or, well, he’s in the shower so I wouldn’t say he left left me alone, you know?”

Taehyung chuckles and you grimace, feeling like facepalming yourself. You’ve met Taehyung before and talked with him too so this slightly awkward air surrounding you feels sudden and out of place. However, he doesn’t seem to notice or care as he dumps his duffle bag on the floor before plopping down on the couch next to you, sitting just an arm’s length away.

“Why are you studying here? Don’t you guys usually meet up at the library?” He asks, lifting a curious eyebrow as he looks at you.

You nod.

“We do, but Jungkook asked me to meet him at the soccer field and then he said we could go here, so yeah…” you shrug, “that’s why I’m lounging around on your couch as if I’ve been here a million times before.”

“Oh, please, knock yourself out,” Taehyung grins, “you’re welcome any time. I know Jungkook will agree with me on that one.”

Just as the words leave his lips, the bathroom door unlocks and opens. Both of you whip your heads towards it, eyes landing on Jungkook. You startle in surprise, eyes widening and your lips being sucked into your mouth as you quickly look away from him again, cheeks heating up.

Jungkook is not wearing a shirt, or pants for that matter – just a white towel wrapped around his waist and it’s hanging dangerously low on his hips, might you add. Taehyung glances at you before looking back at Jungkook who’s already staring at him. There’s a look on Jungkook’s face you miss but Taehyung reads it right away, knowing fully well that it’s a silent warning that doesn’t need to be spoken out loud. You, on the other hand, are just hoping none of them caught onto the way your entire face flushed but Taehyung quickly destroys your hope as he speaks up.

“Dude, put on some clothes, will you?” He tells Jungkook. “Not everyone wants to see you naked.”

Okay, to be fair, you definitely wouldn’t mind it but you would like to be warned beforehand. It would give you a chance to prepare yourself and keep yourself from flushing red as if you’ve never seen a guy naked before. That you have for sure but you haven’t been as attracted to them as you are to this one. And before now it was only you who knew, but now it seems Taehyung knows too and you’re not entirely sure what he will do with this new information.

You risk sneaking a glance at Jungkook as you hear him click his tongue before heading towards his bedroom to retrieve some clothes, most likely. Hopefully. The sight of his naked back has you chewing on your bottom lip while trying to ignore the tiny smirk and teasing look on Taehyung’s face. When Jungkook is out of your line of vision, you glance at Taehyung only to be met with a look, one that tells you that he knows.

He may be an arrogant and flirty jock but he’s incredibly observative as well – obviously aware of the fact that seeing Jungkook practically naked affected you much more than it would someone who sees him as just a friend.

But before you can tell him to keep whatever information he has gotten within the past five minutes to himself, Jungkook reappears, wearing a matching set of a black hoodie and black sweatpants. He carries his anatomy & physiology book and laptop in one hand as he strides towards the couch.

“You ready to learn some more about the human body?” He grins softly.

He knows just how much you hate this assignment with every fiber of your being.

“Yep,” you quickly reply, still slightly shocked from seeing Jungkook’s entire torso in the naked form, now all hidden underneath that big, soft-looking hoodie of his.

“Well,” Taehyung sighs as he gets up from the couch, allowing Jungkook to take the spot – he, however, chooses to sit a bit closer to you than Taehyung did, one arm's length now only half an arm's length. “I’ll let you nerds get to it.”

You and Jungkook both watch as he smirks softly, grabbing his bag off the floor and moving towards his bedroom.

“I’m gonna go do something more fun,” he grins, “like watching paint dry. Have fun, kids!”

He closes his bedroom door after him, leaving you and Jungkook alone. 

“Sorry about that,” Jungkook sighs and turns to look at you, “he tends to be like that and we haven’t figured out what to do with him yet.”

Laughing, you shake your head, “it’s fine, don’t worry about it. He was being nice.”

“Hopefully not too nice,” Jungkook mutters softly as he opens his laptop and book to continue with the assignment. You don’t put much thought into Jungkook’s words as you join him, opening your own book onto the page you last left off at. You’re determined to get this assignment done so you don’t have to think about it anymore or have anymore of these torturous study dates with Jungkook.

This assignment is slowly killing you – and Jungkook can tell.

For the past hour, he has been trying his very best to explain a specific part of chapter 3 on Anatomy & Physiology in sports but nothing makes sense to you and the deadline is coming closer for every minute that ticks by. The stress building up within you is visibly showing on your face as you stare blankly at Jungkook, trying to make sense of every sentence he’s saying. After trying to make you understand a certain academic term for the third time without success, he chuckles softly and closes the book.

“Why don’t we do something else for a bit?” He suggests.

You sigh deeply, “I need to understand this part, Jungkook… otherwise I won’t be able to finish the assignment.” 

“____, if we don’t take a break now, you won’t be able to get it at all.”

The hesitating look you give him causes him to close both of your laptops and push them aside on the dining table. You watch in confusion as he gets up and moves around the table before coming to a halt in front of you. A shot of a tingling, electrifying feeling runs through your body as he carefully grabs your hands and pulls you to your feet. You try your very hardest to ignore the way your stomach flips and how your entire body is set on fire as his hands grasp yours – instead focusing on not developing butterflies in your stomach because of how he tugs you to the couch with a small smile on his face.

“Let’s watch a movie,” he says, “and then we can go back to studying.”

“Fine,” you give in, fighting the smile that’s threatening to spread on your lips.

You get comfortable on your couch and turn on the TV, pulling up your favorite streaming site; Disney+. Jungkook watches in silence as you look through the movies. He’s sitting quietly next to you, relaxed with his feet up on the coffee table and arms behind his head. He can tell you’re struggling to choose a movie, a chuckle leaving him.

“Do you know what you wanna watch?” He asks in amusement.

You shrug, “is a Marvel movie okay?”

This catches Jungkook’s attention as his head turns abruptly to look at you. You meet his eyes, confused as to why he looks at you as if you said something shocking. Maybe you did – if the surprised yet slight smile on Jungkook’s face is something to base it on.  

“What?” You ask him, suddenly feeling very small under his surprised stare.

“You like Marvel?”

The surprised tone of his voice tells you that the shocking thing you said was the word ‘Marvel’ as if he never expected you to like superhero movies. You pull your legs up under you and give him a pointed look, smile threatening to spread on your lips, “are you kidding? Marvel is the best thing ever created.”

The grin that splits across Jungkook’s face as the words leave your mouth brings a warmth to your chest, your heart skipping a beat as the glint in his eyes becomes more evident.

“I didn't peg you to be into superheroes,” he admits with a lopsided grin, “but now that you mention it, I can definitely see it.” 

For some reason, his comment makes you grin. Jungkook squints his eyes at you, “who’s your favorite Avenger though?”

“Wanda, for sure,” you reply instantly, “yours?”

Jungkook smirks as he runs a hand through his hair, a slight redness painting his ears as he reminisces his childhood, “my room back home in Busan used to be filled with Iron Man posters and action figures when I was a kid.”

As Jungkook reveals this endearing fact about himself, you immediately imagine a much younger version of the man next to you – he’s sitting on the floor of his childhood bedroom, walls covered in Iron Man posters, bookcases and shelves filled with action figures rather than books, the bed sheets covered with Marvel comics too. A bedroom of a little fanboy filled with merchandise, comics, action figures and posters mixed with trophies and medals from his soccer tournaments.

The adorable image of Jungkook as a child has you smiling to yourself.

Jungkook is already looking when you look at him again, his head slightly tilted to the side with a small smile on his lips when his dark brown eyes lock with yours.

“How did you end up here in Seoul?” You ask him, changing the subject as the thought suddenly strikes you. “I mean, Busan Uni has a pretty good soccer team too, right?”

“Yeah, they do,” Jungkook agrees, “Seoul has better opportunities though when you wanna pursue soccer on a professional level.”

“Oh, right, that makes sense.”

“What about you? Why did you leave Busan?”

There’s a long pause. You haven’t talked about it since you came to Seoul, simply telling people that you changed for academic reasons. However, as Jungkook looks at you, awaiting your response with calm eyes and a small smile, you want to tell him the real reason for your sudden move.

“I’ve always wanted to leave Busan and go somewhere else. And I just knew that if I didn’t leave now, I would be stuck there for the rest of my life…” a heavy sigh leaves your lips as you continue, “my brother lives abroad and I’ve always admired him for that, but my parents took it pretty hard when he left. After that, I always kinda felt like it was my responsibility to stay close to home, even though I always wanted to leave Busan someday. My parents wanted me to attend college in Busan and eventually get a job in Busan, then buy a house in Busan, and next thing you know I’ll be buried in Busan. And then I won’t get the chance to experience what else there is to life other than my hometown-“

You pause to inhale deeply before sighing again, “but then I ended up finally telling them I wanted to transfer to Seoul Uni. They weren’t very supportive of it though.”

“Oh,” Jungkook mutters, frowning softly, “I’m sorry.”

Smiling, you shake your head as if to tell him it’s okay, “they told me that if I wanted to move to Seoul, I should at least major in medicine because apparently ‘there’s no future in art, ____’, so I agreed to change my major.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows at you, “but you’re not majoring in medicine?”

You shake your head again, “nope.”

The realization hits him then, his lips parting as he understands what you’re telling him, “oh, I see.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle softly, “so I’m still an art major but I did enroll in anatomy and physiology to have some sort of proof if they ever ask for it. And that is why you’re helping me study because none of it makes sense to me.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh at that, finding you endearing and so, so cool. The way you chose to follow your heart and major in art despite your parents telling you to study medicine makes you even cooler in his eyes. The idea of you pursuing what you love and not what anyone else thinks is best is inspiring to say the least and Jungkook is positive that there’s no one quite like you. 

“Sorry, that was a lot,” you chuckle sheepishly as his laughter dies down. “I usually don’t talk about it that much.”

Jungkook shakes his head and smiles, “no, don’t apologize, I think it’s really cool how you chose to pursue what you want and not give a damn what everyone else says.”

You smile in response to his words.

“I get it though,” he continues, “I felt the same way – I mean I knew I had to move to Seoul for my future if I wanted to make something of myself, but I want to travel too and see what else the world has to offer.”

“Yeah, me too! My brother lives in Paris and we went there last year for his wedding. It’s so cool there.”

You watch as Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement, “wait, your brother lives in Paris? Some of the best soccer players in the world play for Paris Saint-Germain! I’ve always wanted to go there!”

“You should! They have the most bread I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

Jungkook laughs, “bread?”

“Yes, I had a sandwich that was the size of my head.”

The excited grin that’s spreading across your face has Jungkook laughing. You’re too adorable, getting so hyped over a sandwich you had a year ago and the fact that Paris was filled with bread.

“Sounds like a dream,” he tells you, smirking softly.

You nod excitingly, “it was the best sandwich I’ve ever had.”

After discussing sandwiches, story-telling about how you got drunk at your brother’s wedding, and Jungkook telling you which soccer players that are playing for Paris Saint-Germain, you and Jungkook end up watching the first Marvel movie Disney+ recommended. It’s halfway through the movie you realize just how close you’re sitting to Jungkook, the way his thigh and shoulder is touching yours causing you to inhale deeply before exhaling again, breathing slightly shaky. Jungkook is completely absorbed in the movie, not paying attention to how you try to distance yourself from him before your entire body explodes from the close proximity. Once you manage to move an inch without being too obvious, you relax into the couch and continue to watch the movie.

“You ready to try again?” Jungkook asks once the end credits start to roll over the screen.

You drop your head against the back of the couch, groaning softly, “do I have to?”

Jungkook chuckles as he stands up, “unfortunately, yes. But once you get it, the rest will come to you pretty easily.”

“Fine.”

After thirty minutes and four tries of explaining the workings of a dislocated shoulder to you, Jungkook lets out a defeated sigh as you ask him the same question for the third time; “can’t you just pop it back into place?”

“____, no… it doesn’t work that way,” he groans softly as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “you’re not supposed to pop it back into place, you need to roll it back into place to prevent additional damage.”

“But how?” You whine. “Jungkook, how do you roll a bone?”

“You just… roll it.”

You stare at Jungkook, eyes squinting in confusion and frustration, “how does that even work? It’s not a bowling ball!”

“A bowling ball? Jesus fucking chr- come here, I’ll show you,” he waves you over, “because explaining it to you or drawing it obviously doesn’t work.”

“Well, maybe if someone’s drawing skills were better, it wouldn’t be so hard to understand,” you point out, mumbling it.

Jungkook hears you though and shoots you a soft glare, “I’m an excellent artist, thank you very much.”

You’re pursing your lips to hide your smile as you get up and stand in front of him, wondering how exactly he’s going to show you how to roll your shoulder back into place when your shoulder is perfectly fine. Jungkook pulls out the chair next to him, telling you to sit down. You do as told, yelping in surprise when he tugs the chair closer to himself, practically seating you between his legs.

“Okay, imagine your shoulder fell out of its socket,” Jungkook begins to explain. You nod and hum, glancing at him. He meets your eyes for a split second as he brings his right hand up, grabbing your forearm to hold it in the air. He places his left hand right below your collarbone, his thumb softly digging into the juncture of your shoulder. 

You try your very hardest to ignore the way your skin is tingling under your shirt as his hand rests upon the upper part of your chest, his thumb digging into your flesh and his other hand holding onto your arm. You might be hallucinating but you’re pretty sure his thumb is stroking the skin of your forearm repeatedly as if to caress it. You watch him as he explains it to you, his eyes focused on your shoulder as he starts pointing out different spots that are important to have in mind when you need to relocate a shoulder.

“So you shouldn’t tug or push when you wanna ‘pop’ it back into place. You need to do it by feeling around with your thumb and then slowly roll the arm so the shoulder is carefully rolled back into place,” he says, glancing up at you. His eyes lock with yours, causing you to inhale a soft but sharp breath of air. 

When did he get so close to you?

You feel panic settle in your chest as you catch Jungkook glancing at your lips. Not that you’re any better because you’ve been stealing glances at his lips too while he was talking about different pressure points of the shoulder. You're still living in the unknown of what it would feel like to kiss them.

The urge to kiss him is overwhelming, especially when he’s sitting this close – right next to you, his legs caging the chair you’re sitting on, eyes skimming your face and pausing a second longer on your lips only to drive you crazy because you know you and him will never happen, not when your friend already has feelings for him.

God, why does he have to be so attractive and sweet anyway? It’s ridiculous, really.

Something within the short moment of silence told Jungkook to lean closer because he does and he’s coming closer, eyes shifting between your lips and your eyes to look for any signs that you don’t want him this close. You do want him this close but you shouldn’t though. You want him to lean in all the way and kiss you but you shouldn’t want him to.

When he’s only an inch away from touching your lips with his, his breath fanning across your mouth just as he’s about to close the distance entirely, you turn your head. You feel his lips brush your cheek before he pulls away immediately, an apology leaving his lips in an instant, his hands falling from where they were touching you.

“Sorry,” he mutters as he creates space between you and him, causing your heart to fall to the pit of your stomach.

You can’t help but look at him in surprise, “what are you doing?”

“I don’t know, I just-” Jungkook shrugs, lips parting as he searches his mind for an explanation. His shoulders drop as if giving up and he sighs deeply, “I really like you, ____… And I just had a feeling that maybe you liked me too.”

Jungkook likes you? The Jeon Jungkook likes you and not his fuck buddy, Hyejin? You’re tempted to ask him to repeat himself because it seems unbelievable to you that someone like him would be into someone like you – it’s not that you’re complete opposites or anything, it could make sense but you just figured he’d be more into someone popular and sweet like Hyejin, like himself. 

She is the perfect girl after all.

Uncomfortable silence fills the room as you look at him, teeth digging into your bottom lip in pure nervousness. Jungkook is looking at you with his big, round eyes and they’re full of hope and a hint of desperation. It breaks your heart because you know what you have to do and he won’t like it.

“Jungkook…” You begin and you can tell he already knows what you’re going to say as he closes his eyes momentarily as if to shield himself from your words. “I-I don’t see you that way.”

That has got to be the biggest fattest lie you’ve ever told anyone but Hyejin keeps appearing in your mind, reminding you that she has been fucking him for months now while developing feelings which seems impossible to prevent – he’s incredibly easy to fall for.

“I see,” he nods.

You grimace to disguise the frown on your face, “I’m sorry-”

Jungkook shakes his head and flashes you a smile, one that was supposed to cover up the disappointment he feels but it’s a sad smile and the disappointment is evident on his face.

“No need to apologize,” he says, waving a hand, “I must’ve gotten the wrong idea, I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook, don’t…” You try but cut yourself off as he turns around in his seat to pack up his things. You stay put in your seat right next to him, watching with a deep frown as he stuffs his laptop and books into his backpack before getting up and throwing it over his shoulder.

“I’ll, uh, see myself out,” he tells you and motions to the dining table, “I hope I was able to help with… all that.”

Not a single word leaves your lips as his lips spread into a flat, tight-lipped smile before he turns on his heel and heads for the front door, leaving without hesitation. You’re left sitting  in the middle of your kitchen slash living room, confused and sad because the only guy who has ever made you feel like you're floating likes you too but your conscience gets in the way – you made a promise to yourself to get rid of this useless crush of yours. You need to keep that promise for the sake of your friendship with Hyejin.

Now more than ever.

jungkook [8:23 pm]: hey, wanna meet up tomorrow? we’re still missing the last part of chap 3 :)

The first text Jungkook sent you after being turned down was left unanswered. He wasn’t sure if he should text you at all after what happened but he decided to do it anyway, hoping that you and him could pretend it never happened. So he sent you that text the other night but you still haven’t replied. To be honest, he doesn’t even know if you read it. The only time he’s seen you after he rushed out of your place, his heart bruised and his ego too, was in A&P class yesterday. But you came late and left quickly, so he hasn’t had the chance to ask you in person. But he’s kind of worried. It’s very unlike you to not respond to his texts – whether it's him asking about studying or him sending a random meme late at night when he’s unable to sleep and still running high on adrenaline from being at the gym.

Now he’s sitting on the couch in his living room; all of his roommates have gone to bed already and the entire apartment is quiet, the only sound being the late-night traffic outside and the occasional front door being slammed shut by one of the neighbors. His phone rests on his thigh as he stares at it, the last text he sent you staring back at him, unanswered. Unread. 

Maybe he should just text you again? Just to make sure you’re okay. You didn't seem okay when he saw you in class yesterday. He lets out a defeated sigh as he picks up his phone and starts typing. 

jungkook [11:09 pm]: hey, just making sure you saw my text. everything ok? when do you wanna study again? lmk :)

Another day passes and there’s still no reply from you.

He misses you, misses hanging out with you, studying with you – just being around you. Not hearing from you or seeing you for several days after he’s gotten used to seeing you every other day is affecting him much more than he thought it would. Maybe it’s the way you left things the last time you saw each other. There’s a chance he ruined everything – that you don’t want to be friends with him anymore after he tried to kiss you and confessed. It wasn’t a good moment but a part of Jungkook is hoping that you’ll be able to look past it and still be friends despite the feelings that are rooted within him.

Hope fills him as a text lights up his phone, causing him to grab it right away and holding it up to read the new text. His face falls and shoulders slump when he sees the text isn’t from you but Hyejin instead.

hyejin [7:53 pm]: Hi! Wanna come over?🥰

Normally he would reply to Hyejin right away, saying yes or no, depending on his mood. Usually he’s in the mood for coming over to her place but something is holding him back tonight. He feels torn – should he go to Hyejin’s place despite the feelings he has for you? Maybe he should. It wouldn't hurt anyone, especially not you since you turned him down. As if you even care if he sees Hyejin or not. Besides, it’s not like Jungkook will get anything out of sitting around, staring at his phone while waiting for you to reply. Might as well do something else while he waits. He’ll have to get rid of these unnecessary and unreciprocated feelings eventually anyway.

After texting Hyejin back, telling her he’s on his way, Jungkook grabs his phone and car keys before heading out of the front door. While driving to Hyejin’s place, Jungkook is thinking about the other day, thinking about how you had been so close to letting him kiss you, how you had turned your head in the last second before Jungkook could close the distance between you, how he had bared his feelings to you only for you to turn him down, to tell him you don’t see him that way.

He had been so sure you liked him too and then you rejected him. That has never happened to Jungkook before – not that Jungkook has ever tried to make a move on a girl before like this. Sure, he’s had his fair share of hook-ups here and there, but he has never initiated a kiss without the intention of hooking up. The other day he just wanted to touch your lips with his own, nothing more.

It’s a strange feeling; wanting to be around you all the time, wondering what you’re doing when you’re not with him, wanting to kiss you, wanting to hold your hand. 

He has never felt like this about anyone before.

It has always been hook-ups and flings, nothing serious. Jungkook has never wanted anything serious. Not even with Hyejin – but then you came into the picture, lost and confused on your very first day and Jungkook found himself walking towards you before he could even register it in his mind. At first he was captivated by your beauty, then your voice after hearing it for the first time, and now your personality.

Not that it matters anymore anyway. You don’t see him that way and yet you’re still the only thing on his mind when he rings the doorbell to Hyejin’s sorority house.

“Hi,” Hyejin mouths to Jungkook when she opens the door, her phone to her ear as she flashes him a smile. “Hey, I’ll call you tomorrow, Jungkook just got here. Alright, see you!”

Jungkook pays no attention to Hyejin’s phone call as he slips inside, greeting her with a low ‘hey’. It’s all routine as he follows her to her room, takes off his jacket only to dump it on the chair by her desk and slips off his shoes, leaving them by the chair as well. Hyejin joins him on her bed as he plops down onto it, staring at the ceiling and letting out a heavy sigh.

“You okay?” Hyejin asks, supporting her head with her hand to look at him.

“Yeah, just tired… ” he breathes, mind still occupied with thoughts of you and why you haven’t answered his messages since he last saw you. You usually reply within an hour or so. Maybe you’re going through some stuff that has caused you to distance yourself from everyone. He wonders if Hyejin has heard from you. Surely, you wouldn’t ignore only Jungkook, right? 

“Have you heard from ____ lately?” He can’t help but ask, curiosity getting the best of him.

“Yeah, that’s who I was talking to on the phone when you got here. Why?”

So you’re ignoring just Jungkook. That’s cool.

“Kookie,” Hyejin coos as he frowns, “if you’re not up for it tonight, we can just watch a movie or something.”

Jungkook instantly shakes his head as he sits up and runs a hand through his dark hair, his tone slightly harder than intended as he responds; “I didn’t come here to watch a movie, Hyejin.”

“Then what did you come here for?”

Hyejin slides into his lap, her arms sliding up his chest to his shoulders and further into his hair. He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, head falling back. Hyejin sees an opportunity to plant open-mouthed kisses on his neck, leaning in and placing her lips against his skin.

“Sex,” Jungkook grumbles, letting himself be pushed to lay down on the bed as he welcomes her touch reluctantly, “just sex.”

How you’ve managed to avoid Jungkook for days now is unbeknownst to you, especially because you’ve gotten used to seeing him every other day. The only time you’ve seen him was in A&P class two days ago but even then you made sure to get there right before it started, so that you wouldn’t end up sitting next to him. You felt his eyes on you the entire time you walked from the door and to the first empty seat you could find. Throughout the class, you didn’t dare look in his direction because the mere thought of facing him after the other day is just heartbreaking and embarrassing to say the least. You can’t forget the pained expression on his face when you rejected him, when you lied to his face and told him you don’t see him in any other way but platonically.

But then you were on the phone with Hyejin a few days ago, speechless and greatly confused when she said she had to go because Jungkook was there. After the phone call ended, you stared at your phone for a solid minute as the disappointment and bitterness grew within you.

Why would Jungkook confess his feelings for you and then go see Hyejin not even a week later?

It doesn’t make sense to you. 

You hate the fact, despite knowing for months now that he and Hyejin have been seeing each other, that he went to see her after baring his feelings. In all honesty, you feel disgusted and nauseous at the idea of him with someone else. What exactly was the purpose when he opened up to you? Why would he try to kiss you when he’s still involved with Hyejin?

All these questions are filling your head, screaming at you and causing your mood to turn sour as you arrive at the frat party that’s taking place tonight. Hyejin told you to meet her here after you told her you had some stuff to do before being able to go. As always, the music is blaring through the speakers, people filling the rooms – chatting, dancing, making out. You squeeze through a group of people before you spot Hyejin and the rest of the friend group. You’re about to approach them but the sight that catches your attention has you halting in your steps.

There he is.

Seated on the couch, Hyejin in his lap with one of her arms around his shoulders. Your eyes follow his arms, taking notice of how one of his hands is resting on her thigh, the other arm around her waist. They’re both watching Hoseok as he stands in the middle of the circle, goofing around as always. Laughter spreads between all of them, Jungkook’s eyes squinting together and nose scrunching up like it usually does when he laughs. Hyejin is laughing too, her hand now caressing the back of his neck. Jungkook doesn’t seem fazed by it, in fact he seems pretty relaxed as he sits there.

They look like the perfect couple, you think to yourself, the popular, sorority president and the star of the soccer team.

But as you take in the image of them, you can’t help the way anger boils within your chest along with the pain of seeing the guy you have feelings for all cuddled up on the couch with your friend. You were sad before coming here, sad that you had to hurt Jungkook the way that you did when he had opened up to you, guilty because you avoided and ignored him, angry at yourself for making him feel so rejected after trying to kiss you. But all you feel now is anger – anger, bitterness, nausea and jealousy because not only is he cuddled up with her on the couch but he also went to see her last night as if nothing happened at your place just a few days before.

So instead of approaching the group, you turn on your heel, about to walk away but you freeze in your steps as Hyejin calls your name.

“____! Hey!”

Inhaling deeply, you plaster on the fakest smile you can muster before turning to face her, to face all of them. You smile at everyone, greeting them. A pair of eyes are boring into the side of your face but you choose not to look at him. You’re not sure what you will do if you lock eyes with him.

“Hey, you came,” his voice reaches you anyway. There’s a soft and excited yet nervous smile on his face when your eyes flicker to meet his. Your heart skips a beat before it sinks to the pit of your stomach. You hate being so angry with him, so jealous, but you can’t control it as a deep frown takes over your features. And before Jungkook or Hyejin can say more, you’re turning your back to them again.

“That was weird,” you hear Hyejin say to the others just as you head to the kitchen.

Jungkook watches you walk away, a frown much like yours on his face. His eyebrows are knitted together in confusion as he wonders what the hell just happened. As you disappear into the kitchen, he lets out a sigh and relaxes into the couch, convincing himself that you’re just getting yourself a drink before coming back again. But as five minutes pass and you still haven’t returned to the group, Jungkook nudges Hyejin off his lap. He ignores the confused look she gives him as he gets up from the couch and heads towards the kitchen. The frown and slightly pained expression on your face is stuck on his mind. 

When Jungkook enters the kitchen, he spots you by the counter island, talking to Taehyung of all people. Ignoring the tension appearing in his chest as he notices the bright smile on your face and Taehyung's as well, he makes his way to you. When Taehyung notices Jungkook over your shoulder, Jungkook greets him with a nod before coming to a stop next to you.

“Hey,” he softly butts in, focusing his eyes on you, “can I talk to you for a second?”

“I’m in the middle of something,” you tell him, voice cold as you glance at him, looking at him with disinterest causing his stomach to drop.

“Please?”

Taehyung clicks his tongue, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, “I’ll go see if the others need a refill or something.”

He pats Jungkook’s shoulder a few times as if to say ‘good luck’ before leaving, heading back into the living room of the frat house. Jungkook watches his friend walk away, sighing as he turns to face you again. Before Jungkook can open his mouth to utter a single word, you’re turning your back to him and leaving the kitchen in the same direction you entered.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks as he follows you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

Jungkook continues to follow as you keep walking, heading for nothing in particular other than trying to get away from Jungkook. Just the mere sound of his voice reminds you of how he went to see Hyejin last night despite claiming to have feelings for you. You can’t get the mental image of them together – him caressing her, fucking her, kissing her – out of your head, causing you to walk faster. But Jungkook keeps up with you.

“Then why are you acting like this?”

“I’m not acting like anything,” you shrug, “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Jungkook scoffs softly, “Come on, ____, I can clearly see something is bothering you. What is it?”

“Why don’t you just go back to Hyejin?” You tell him as you glance at him over your shoulder. You yelp softly as Jungkook grabs your wrist, abruptly turning you to face him, your eyes meeting confused and frustrated, dark brown ones.

“What are you talking about?”

You pull your wrist from his hand, crossing your arms over your chest, shrugging, “I just find it interesting that you confessed to me and tried to kiss me and yet you’re still with Hyejin. Like why would you tell me you like me and then go see her the same week?”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyebrows are pulled together on his forehead, confusion etched on his face, “You know I have nothing going on with her.”

“Oh, is that why you’re fucking?”

The words leave your lips so fast as if the question has been on the tip of your tongue for days. Jungkook blinks at you in surprise, not expecting that. However, his face soon twists into one akin to frustration. Why does it matter anyway, Jungkook thinks to himself. You don’t feel the same so what does it matter that he’s seeing Hyejin after being rejected by you? What exactly did you expect him to do? Swear off sex and other girls until you might realize you like him too?

“Why do you even care? You told me-”

Jungkook pauses as he realizes you’re standing in the middle of a crowded hallway. People are starting to look, starting to pay attention to the conversation between the two of you. Moving instinctively, he grabs your hand and pulls you through the nearest door, closing and locking it after him. It’s a storage closet and when he turns to face you, his breath hitches as he notices how tight it is in here and just how close you’re standing to each other.

“You told me you don’t like me,” he continues calmly, yet a hint of frustration in his voice. 

“I don’t,” you tell him sharply, your tone defensive.

“Then why do you care?”

“I don’t!” You hiss.

Jungkook can’t help but shoot you a look, one that tells you that he doesn’t believe you one bit.

“I’m not stupid, ____,” he chuckles, no humor in it. “Apparently you do because you keep avoiding me!”

“Just because I’m avoiding you, doesn’t mean something’s wrong,” you tell him, “the world doesn’t revolve around you, Jungkook.”

“So you are avoiding me?”

Silence fills the small space of the closet, realization flashing across your face as you avoid Jungkook’s eyes. Jungkook watches you nibble on your bottom lip, sighing as he gives up.

“Is this about the kiss?” He asks, voice softer this time around as worry fills him. The stress of the whole situation hits him all at once. He really managed to ruin everything because he gave into his urge to kiss you, “I already said I was sorry. I would take it back if I could… Fuck, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“You didn’t.”

The sudden soft sound of your voice causes Jungkook to shut up, searching for your eyes in the darkness of the closet. He can feel the warmth radiating off your body due to the close proximity. If he were to lift his hands, they would brush against you. Just the mere thought of touching you has his heart beating faster.

“What?” He mutters.

“Nevermind,” you wave a dismissive hand, “just forget it.”

Jungkook instantly shakes his head, “no, just… Talk to me. Please.”

“I can’t, Jungkook!”

Jungkook stares at you in disbelief; frustrated and stressed, dejected and regretful because now you won’t even talk to him. He shouldn’t have tried to kiss you. He shouldn’t have crossed that line with you. What you had before should’ve been enough for him. Yet he still wants you to tell him what’s going on, to say what’s bothering you, to tell him what he can do to make things okay again. But instead of asking calmly, the fear of losing you entirely takes over, causing his voice to raise just a tad bit.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I just-“ You let out a frustrated groan, “I just can’t, okay?”

“Why not?!” Jungkook’s patience is running thin at this point, dissolving the more you refuse to tell him what’s wrong.

“Because!”

“Because why?!”

Panic rises in you, the answer to all of Jungkook’s questions lying on the tip of your tongue. But you know you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud, to tell him what the real issue is. Instead all you can focus on is his lips, pink and pretty, so close to yours and inviting as ever as they’re slightly parted. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths of frustration, his breath is brushing against you and god, you want to kiss him so bad.

So you do.

Before Jungkook can prepare himself for what happens next, you’re grabbing him by the nape of his neck to slam your mouth against his. Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as you kiss him; passionately, desperately. Every emotion you’ve felt for him ever since meeting him the first day is poured into this moment, the words you can’t bring yourself to say being said through a kiss.

It’s as if relief rushes through your body as you finally get to feel his lips on yours. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since it almost happened less than a week ago.

Jungkook feels his entire body fill with heat as your lips connect with his, his knees going weak and if he didn’t know any better, he would think his body could melt into a pool of goo at your feet. He immediately cups your face with his hand, kissing you back. As your fingertips dig into the back of his neck, he slides an arm around your waist to pull you closer, head tilting to deepen the kiss. A moan escapes your lips as he devours your mouth with his own, leaning against you until your back hits the wall of the tiny closet. 

Both of you are breathing heavily, fingers digging into each other’s flesh as tongues meet. Jungkook groans softly into your mouth as your hand slides from his neck and further up into his hair, fingers curling themselves in the black strands of softness. His arm around your waist tightens as he catches the whimper that escapes from your lips. He swallows it and continues kissing you like his life depended on it, fingertips digging into your skin through your dress.

Kissing you is a dream coming true for Jungkook – it’s everything he ever could’ve imagined and more. The soft feeling of your lips, the small sounds you make when his body is pressed against yours, the way you hold onto him to pull him in close. It’s all too much yet it’s not enough. Jungkook wishes to kiss you non-stop, to have you this close at all times. As his hand travels from your waist and up the expanse of your back, he wonders what it’s like to know every dip and curve of your body, what it’s like to know about the spots that will have you shuddering under his touch, what it’s like to run his lips over every part of your body and watch you squirm until you’re pleading him to kiss you till you can’t breathe. He lets his fingertips dig into your shoulder blade before sliding back down again, settling lower than before.

Your mouths can’t stop, won’t stop. Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh as he lets himself relax entirely against you, his hand moving from cupping your face to sliding into your hair, thumb staying on your cheek to caress the skin there. A whimpering, slightly pleading moan leaves you, going straight to Jungkook’s–

Jungkook’s heart stops in his chest as something, or someone, thumps against the door, causing you to pull away, eyes widened in shock and hands pressing against Jungkook’s chest as if to create distance between him and you. Jungkook stares back at you, not sure what to say or do with himself as he watches you drop your head into your hands, inaudible mumbling coming from you. Although he’s pretty sure he hears the word ‘no’ repeatedly.

“Um… are you-” Jungkook softly tries, voice croaked as he speaks the first words after the best kiss of his life. To be honest, he can’t believe what just happened, his mind currently in a complete daze.

“I need to go.”

You cut him off as you try to push past him, reaching for the lock on the door. You can’t ignore how your hands are slightly shaking and how your heart is beating so hard it might leave your ribcage in a minute. Your chest is tightening, making it difficult for you to breathe in this tiny storage closet. God, that was the best fucking kiss of your life – mind-blowing even and you’re convinced nothing compares to what you and Jungkook just shared. You’re no stranger to making out and you know for sure that you’ve never in your life experienced anything like this before.

Your mind is hazy, dazed as you struggle to unlock the door, fumbling with the lock and handle. It won’t budge and Jungkook’s presence is only making it worse. You can feel the heat radiating off him, engulfing you entirely and slowly pulling you back in to feel his body against yours again–

Why won’t this fucking door open?

Jungkook’s mind hasn’t caught up yet, his thoughts a jumbled mess and intoxicated by you and your lips. But as you let out a frustrated groan while trying to get the door open, he reconnects with reality, eyes widening when he realizes you’re trying to leave the closet. Panic settles in, his entire body moving on its own as he presses a hand against the door, keeping it closed just as you finally manage to unlock it.

“Don’t leave.”

The words escape his kiss-swollen lips in a pleading tone, voice soft in the quietness of the closet. He watches as you drop your forehead against the door, a heavy sigh leaving you. He hopes you won’t leave, he hopes with every fiber of his being that you will stay just long enough to tell him what the hell is going on, what the hell that kiss was all about and why you’re trying to leave so diligently. He doesn’t want you to leave again only to avoid and ignore him. Again. He missed you so much these past days of not seeing or hearing from you. Having you ignoring and avoiding him all over again would be torture to say the least. Especially after what just happened.

“Jungkook… I can’t-” you mutter softly, not looking at him at all. “I can’t do this.”

“Don’t push me away again. Please.”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook is reluctant to remove his hand from the door but when you tug at it, he sighs in defeat and lets his hand fall, allowing you to open it more. Before he can ask you to stay once again, you’re slipping out of the closet and leaving him by himself, confused and frustrated yet high on the feeling of your lips, longing for even more.

Anger, frustration, confusion… longing.

These are all emotions Jungkook feels as he gets ready for the soccer game taking place tonight. He’s trying his hardest to get into his usual mindset before the game but tonight it seems impossible. The rest of the team around him are sneaking glances at him here and there as if to see if he’s made any progress since he put on his headphones and closed off from the sounds around him. They’re worried for their star player, no doubt about it. Tonight’s game is important – there’s a scout from FC Seoul who’s had her eyes on Jungkook for a while at this point, watching their last couple of games. Never once has she talked to Jungkook but she will after tonight’s game if his coach ends up being right.

However, the only thing on Jungkook’s mind is not the scout from FC Seoul nor is it the game that he’s about to play. No, it’s you and you only. You’ve been on his mind since you left him alone in the storage closet, leaving in such a rush that it didn’t occur to him what had happened until he was lying in his bed an hour later.

It had dawned on him then; how you had been so determined to not tell him what was wrong, how you had kissed him like you couldn’t tell him in any other way. But the minute Hyejin’s name left your lips, Jungkook knew. Something about him and Hyejin is bothering you, he just doesn’t know what or why. Yes he hooks up with her on occasion, but he already told you – twice – that he has nothing going on with her, that she’s nothing but a friend. However, something about the settlement he has with Hyejin is holding you back from telling Jungkook what the actual issue is.

“Alright, boys, listen up,” the coach enters the locker room, clipboard in hand as he glances around the room. Jungkook sits down on one of the benches, nodding in greeting to his coach. Just for a moment, he tries to put you to the back of his mind so he can hear whatever the coach has to say.

“Tonight’s game is important,” the coach starts, “not only for the team but for some of you individually as well. The scout from FC Seoul is here tonight and she’s expecting to see some talent so do your best out there, follow Park’s lead, and let’s win this one, alright?”

A round of roaring sounds throughout the locker room as the coach finishes, giving the floor to Jimin. Jungkook listens with half an ear as Jimin gives instructions on how he’d like the play to be tonight and where he wants certain players. Once he’s done, everyone gathers the stuff they need and heads out to the field to warm up before kickoff. Just as Jungkook has grabbed his stuff and is about to head out of the locker room alongside the others, Jimin calls his name. Jungkook turns to face his roommate slash team captain only to be met by a concerned look.

“You okay?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook shrugs and nods shortly, “yeah, why?”

Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, “you don’t seem like yourself tonight – is it ____?”

“It’s not important…“

“What happened at the party last night?” Jimin presses.

A frustrated sigh leaves Jungkook at the thought of you. He has been asking himself that question since you left him high and dry, confused to say the least, in a dark storage closet with only the lingering feeling of your kiss on his lips. Something definitely happened but what it was, he doesn’t know. All he knows is that he felt something deeply within himself when you kissed him, something he can’t shake and it’s been haunting him since.

“Can we not talk about this right now?” Jungkook sharply says, looking at Jimin, “I just wanna focus on the game.”

His roommate eyes him for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh, nodding.

“Yeah, sure.”

Jungkook silently nods in return before turning his back to his roommate, heading out of the locker room and to the field. When he reaches the soccer field, the sound of people talking and cheering for the school’s team fills his ears. The feeling it usually brings him is non-existing tonight as he glances towards the bleachers. All sorts of feelings fill his entire body instead as he almost instantly spots you and Hyejin taking your seats. The sight of you causes a rush to run through his body, heart beating harder in his chest. It’s as if he can feel your lips on his again as he watches you and Hyejin talk. 

However, the sight of you with Hyejin has the frustration and anger boiling within him. He can’t help but blame her for everything that happened last night – the way you had been so angry with him, the way you told him to go back to Hyejin with disgust laced in your voice, how you had denied telling him what was going on but eventually kissed him instead as if that’d make it better. If anything, it made everything worse. Now Jungkook wants to kiss you all the time and you won’t let him, all because of Hyejin.

“Jungkook seemed so nervous when I met him earlier,” Hyejin pouts softly as the two of you sit down on the bleachers, arriving about 15 minutes before kickoff. 

“Oh, yeah?” You quietly mutter as you get settled next to her, eyes skimming the field to spot the person of topic while you try to ignore the fact that Hyejin saw him earlier today.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him, the sight of him making you excited yet it’s bittersweet as well. Your eyes settle on him as he dribbles around the field while warming up. He seems focused on the game, in his own world of thoughts as he warms up, dribbling the ball, stretching and doing pushups to get his blood pumping throughout his entire body. You glance around, noticing that the seats are filled tonight. This game is rather important if they want to keep their number one spot in their league. And it seems everyone knows just how important it is as a lot of people have come here tonight to support the school’s team, to see if they’re going to keep their spot.

Hyejin nods, “yeah, I think tonight’s game has him pretty stressed – he left the party really early last night too… looked pretty bummed, to be honest. He usually stays for a while even if they have a game the next day.”

“Oh…” You frown softly.

You had figured Jungkook would’ve stayed to hang out with the others despite what happened in the storage closet. You didn’t see him leave the closet after you as you had left the party in a hurry, going back home before Hyejin or anyone else could talk you into staying for longer. You had texted her when you got home that you didn’t feel well which she seemed to believe.

After everything that happened with Jungkook, you weren’t really in the mood for a party. And it seems he wasn’t either, apparently.

The blow of the referee’s whistle pulls you from your thoughts as the game kicks off. You let out a deep breath, focusing on the game happening to distract you from the thought of the kiss you shared with Jungkook. Thinking about it makes your heart tighten and your gut fill with guilt as Hyejin sits right next to you. She’s probably still unaware of the fact that her fuck buddy, whom she likes, was kissing someone else inside a tiny storage closet while she was in the next room.

She would probably think you’re the worst friend in the world and you hate that she’d be right.

The visiting team has the ball for a long time before Jungkook manages to steal it from them. However, when he was supposed to pass it on to one of his teammates, he chose to run with the ball himself instead. He reaches the penalty area, kicking the ball with full force towards the goal only to watch the goalkeeper block it with ease. You can tell he swears rather loudly as he covers his face with his hands in frustration, running them through his hair before dropping them back to his sides, moving back to his position on the field.

“Jeon, pass it to Mingyu next time!” The coach shouts, visibly irritated by Jungkook’s choice, only receiving a thumbs up in return from the star player.

He is not playing on his usual level tonight. You and many others can tell. You hear people around you comment on it, a guy next to you’s words reaching your ear, “Jeon’s gonna end up benched if he doesn’t get his shit together.”

The guy’s friend nods in agreement when you glance their way, “yeah, he’s gonna cause them to lose the game with stupid moves like that!”

Their comments have you on the edge of your seat, hands tightly intertwined in front of your lips as you return your focus to the game. You know how important this game is to Jungkook, he’s been talking about it for weeks during your study dates, explaining what it could mean for his future once he graduates college. This fact alone must have him on the edge.

“Come on, Jungkook,” you mumble softly behind your hands, hoping he’ll get back to his usual level of talent. Despite how frustrated you are with him, you don’t want him to lose the opportunity to play for one of the best professional teams in the country.

However, the visiting team eventually scores a goal before half time, making it 1-0. You watch as Jungkook and his team gather around the coach to get instructions for the second half of the game. Jimin and the coach both give instructions, both seeming rather irritated by the scoreboard. Jungkook receives an encouraging pat on the back from Taehyung as they get back on the field to play the second half. But Jungkook never manages to pull himself back up. He makes one bad choice after another and it affects the rest of the team when their star player doesn’t play like he usually does. 

Jimin is doing his best to pick Jungkook up; encouraging him to keep going, telling him it’s alright when he finally manages to find a free spot near the goal to receive the ball but ends up missing the goal when he kicks it. People around you let out a sound of disappointment and all you can do is frown as you watch Jungkook lay down flat on the grass, hands covering his face once again. Your frown only grows deeper when Jungkook punches the ground harshly before getting back up on his feet, moving back into position once again.

When the referee blows his whistle to signal the end of the game half an hour later, you feel a strong urge to leave the bleachers and run onto the field to find Jungkook, to console him, to tell him it’s okay, that them losing the game tonight wasn’t his fault. But as Hyejin gets up from her seat, a concerned look on her face, you feel your stomach drop.

“I'll go check on him,” she tells you, already moving down towards the field.

Realization hits you then and you can’t help but let out a defeated sigh as you get up from your own seat. You don’t even check to see if Hyejin ever found Jungkook on the field as you follow a large group of people, leaving the bleachers to go home. It’s not your place to comfort Jungkook after a game like this, it never was. If anyone should comfort him, it should be Hyejin.

However, as Jungkook makes his way towards the locker rooms after the end of the game, he sees you leaving without sparing him a greeting nor a glance for that matter. Last night he was frustrated and sad because of how you had left him in the storage closet. Although, today? He’s pissed. You have absolutely no right to kiss him like that and then disappear as if it was nothing. You have absolutely no right to go back to ignoring him after showing him that you actually care.

His teammates are cautious around him as they all get in the shower. No one is saying much after a game like this. There isn't much to say and they usually don’t talk about it until they show up at practice the following week. However, tonight is different. Jungkook is quieter than he usually is after losing a game – he minds his own business, gets in the shower, washes off the disappointment he feels from his lack of effort on the field tonight. Although it’s not the lost game that’s taking the biggest toll on his mood. No, it’s you and the fact that you didn’t even consider talking to him after losing such an important game. You know how important this game was and yet you rushed out of there, not even sparing him a glance as if he’s nobody to you.

He needs to talk to you tonight or else he’ll lose his mind.

Jimin and Taehyung barely get to question him about where he’s headed in such a rush before he’s dressed in the team’s sponsored tracksuit and out of the door again, heading towards the exit of the gym building. The anger Jungkook feels is a mix between the mess he’s gotten himself into with you and the after effects of losing the game tonight. It can only be dealt with for so long before he needs to get it out of his system. And Jungkook swears he doesn’t mean to aim all his anger at Hyejin as she appears in front of him as soon as he exits the locker room.

Although it is easier said than done.

“Hey,” she greets him, her voice a cooing tone, “you okay?”

“Not really, no,” he quickly mumbles as he tries to move past her, desperate to get out of there and go see you.

Hyejin stops him by putting a hand on his chest. “Let’s go back to your place then,” she leans in closer with a purr, “I’ll make you feel better.”

It's when she opens her arms, about to wrap them around his neck in a hug, that Jungkook finds himself saying no to her for the first time in a while. It’s all because of whatever he has with her that you’re keeping your distance, no matter how many times Jungkook tells you he likes you.

“No, stop,” he warns her as he holds a hand up in front of him before she can embrace him, hard eyes staring at her. “We’re done, Hyejin.”

Hyejin blinks at Jungkook, his cold tone and sharp words catching her off guard, a slightly offended expression taking over her features. “What are you talking about?”

“This- Us!” Jungkook gestures between himself and the girl in front of him. “We’re done, okay?”

The frown that takes over her face doesn’t faze Jungkook much but he still feels bad for ending it like this. However, he can’t be bothered to care right now. His day has been shitty enough as it is and losing the game definitely didn’t help. And you left before he had the chance to catch you – to say he’s distraught and not at all in the right mind to care about anyone or anything – not even the scout that was supposed to come watch him tonight – but the situation between you and him is an understatement.

He just wants to see you, talk to you – not Hyejin, you.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook tells Hyejin before he moves around her and heads towards his car.

You’ve barely made it home and onto the couch when there’s banging on your front door. Your eyebrows knit together on your forehead as you get up from your couch, moving towards the door. The person on the other side bangs on it once again, impatient for you to answer it. The pair of dark brown eyes that meet yours when you open the door are intense, filled with emotions that speak volumes. It seems like he came straight here after hitting the showers in the locker room. He’s wearing the team’s tracksuit, his dark hair a damp mess on top of his head.

“What are you doing here?” You ask instead of greeting him, shocked to see him here instead of with Hyejin.

“I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on,” Jungkook demands as he slips past you into your home. 

You sigh and close the door after him before turning to face him, “what do you mean?”

“Cut the shit, ____,” he tells you, voice on the edge of snapping at you, “you know exactly what I mean.”

Jungkook feels himself run out of patience as he stares at you, waiting for an explanation. He doesn’t want to raise his voice but he will if you pretend to not know what he means one more time. When you don’t respond, he continues; “You ignored me and then you wouldn’t tell me why! Then you kissed me? And now you’re back to ignoring me again! So you’re gonna tell me why and I’m not leaving until you do.”

“What do you want me to say, huh?” You stare at him with a lost expression, silently asking him to tell you what he wants to hear. “What difference does it make if I tell you or not? You’re with Hyejin, Jungkook! What would she think if she knew you were here right now?”

“Fuck what Hyejin thinks,” he scoffs, “I’m not with her, I don’t even like her like that- I like you!”

“Jungkook…”

He instantly shakes his head as he steps closer, “no, don’t fucking Jungkook me, alright? I won’t let you push me away anymore just because you’re worried about what Hyejin will say.”

“She has feelings for you! All she ever fucking talks about is you!” The volume of your voice is raised just a tad bit as you begin to lose your patience just like Jungkook. “It doesn’t matter how much I want to because I can't do that to her, I can't be with you… it would break her.”

Jungkook’s face twists in confusion, “what are you talking about? It’s not like that between us, we’re just friends.”

You shoot him a deadpan look, dropping your hands to your sides, “how can you be so smart yet so dumb?”

“We talked about it!” He defends. “She agreed on being just friends-”

“Just because she agreed to it, doesn’t mean she didn’t catch feelings for you anyway.”

Jungkook lets out a soft scoff.

“How are her feelings your problem though? Please tell me because I really don’t see how that works.”

You watch as he crosses his arms over his chest, raising one eyebrow at you as if to encourage you. You wouldn’t expect him to understand how the girl code works. You doubt guys have the same kind of unspoken rules for their friendships.

Shrugging, you copy him and cross your arms over your chest, “because we’re friends and I care about her.”

“And then what?” Jungkook presses, “you expect me to go on with my life, date her because she is in love with me? Despite me being in love with-”

“Don’t,” you warn him, holding up a finger, “please don’t finish that sentence.”

“Why?”

Jungkook’s eyes are boring into yours, watching as your face twists into a pained expression, one that hurts him but he won’t accept it anymore. All the pain could be avoided right now if you’d just let the goodness of your heart be overshadowed by a little bit of selfishness for once.

“You know why.”

“Yeah… But I don’t care,” he softly says, moving closer and stopping right in front of you. You close your eyes, letting out a heavy sigh as he reaches up and carefully removes a strand of hair from your face, putting it behind your ear.

“What are you doing?”

His eyes scan your face, taking in every detail as his fingertips run down the side of your face to your jaw.

“What I should’ve done the first time around.”

You feel excitement run through your body, reaching your toes and fingertips, as he cups your face and tilts it up. You barely get to register what’s happening before he’s connecting his mouth with yours in a deep, heart-stopping kiss. A kiss that is way different than the one you shared last night at the party. This kiss holds pent up lust after the small taste you both got last night and love, so much love that it’s almost suffocating.

Jungkook feels relief flooding through his body as you melt against him, giving in and kissing him back. Your hands tightly grip onto his tracksuit jacket, pulling him closer. When his body is flush against yours, you slide your arms around his neck and hold onto him tight as you let yourself be picked up and carried to the couch. Jungkook’s lips never leave yours as he sits down, keeping you in his lap. His hands slide up and down the length of your thighs as you’re straddling him, sliding over your hips and further up to rest on either side of your waist. Your chest is pressed against his as he brings a hand up, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing over yours, warm and wet and just like you remember from last night.

As he pulls away, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you had been holding all this time. He leans back a bit, just enough to look you in the eye. His pointer finger and thumb cup your chin, his thumb softly caressing the skin there.

“I love you,” he tells you, voice soft in the quiet atmosphere of your living room. “And I know you have feelings for me too.

Your eyes shift between his slightly desperate, pleading ones as you think about his words. Silence surrounds the two of you as you slide your hands up his chest and all the way up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over the skin of his cheeks. Jungkook watches as a small smile spreads across your lips, the sound of soft chuckle leaving your lips.

“I really do,” you admit, feeling lighter as the words flow into the air. “I love you too.”

Jungkook lets out a relieved sigh, eyes momentarily closing as if to reel in the moment, not sure if he heard you correctly. This moment feels surreal as you finally tell him how you feel, no excuses or denial this time. A frown replaces your smile as you watch him and realize just how badly your actions had affected him.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to admit it.”

He shakes his head, leaning in to kiss your lips again softly, “doesn’t matter, right now matters.”

Your smile reappears at his words as you pull him back in, kissing him even harder this time, arms snaking around his neck once again as you press your entire body against his, desperately wanting to feel all of him. A soft, breathy moan slips from his mouth as you deepen the kiss, your hips rolling slowly against him, causing his fingertips to dig into your waist.Goosebumps rise upon your skin as you feel his hands slip underneath your t-shirt, the skin of his fingers touching your warm skin.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as Jungkook lets go of your lips to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. Your heart is beating hard in your chest as you feel his lips on you, the wetness from his kisses leaving your skin glistening in his wake.

“Been wanting to have you like this for so long,” he whispers against your neck, sliding his hands further under your shirt and bringing the shirt up. You lift your arms, allowing him to pull it over your head and dropping it to the floor. Your mouth connects with his in a short yet hungry kiss, his words brushing your lips as he speaks again; “wondered what it would feel like to kiss every part of your body.”

“Me too,” you admit breathlessly, reaching for the zipper of his tracksuit jacket as his hands slide up your now half-naked torso. You unzip it and push it off his shoulders, your lips continuously meeting his in soft yet desperate kisses.

You roll your hips once again, feeling the bulge in his pants against your core, causing both of you to gasp softly in pleasure. 

“Want you…” you whisper, continuing to roll your hips against him, making him harder and harder by the second. Jungkook grunts softly against your mouth as he moves you to lay down on the couch, placing himself between your legs and hovering over you. “Please, Kook-“

“Fuck,” he breathes, the nickname going straight to his heart as he grinds against you, his tracksuit pants doing very little to disguise the hard bulge in them. You feel him prominently through your jeans, a soft moan leaving you. Jungkook sits up on his knees between your legs, hands reaching for the button and zipper of your jeans. You watch with a dazed smile as he unbuttons and unzips your jeans before pulling them off. A throaty groan sounds from him as his eyes zoom in on your panties; black and lacy – probably the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

“So beautiful,” he gushes as you pull him back down to kiss his lips, having a feeling that you’ll never get enough of them. They’re so soft and addictive – a dangerous combination.

A pleading whine travels from your mouth and into his as he lets a hand slip inside of your panties, the tip of his middle finger slipping between your folds, collecting some of your wetness only to bring it to your clit. You gasp in surprise, whimpering softly as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts adding pressure to your most sensitive part.

“Kook,” you whine, fingers tangled into his hair, “please…”

“Shit, ____… you’re so wet already.”

His words have you mewling softly as you nod, hands gripping the hem of his t-shirt and tugging, wanting it off. Jungkook smiles softly, kissing the corner of your mouth ever so softly as he slips one finger into you, sinking it in deeply. Your grip tightens around the fabric of his shirt, a low ‘oh my god’ slipping from your parted lips. Jungkook loves every sound you make, seeking more as he adds another finger and starts moving them in and out to get you even wetter and stretched.

“Oh…” you moan, “that feels so good-“

Jungkook covers your mouth with his in a hungry, eager kiss. His tongue brushes yours as he deepens the kiss, taking your breath away. He wants to fuck you so bad, make love to you, show you how much he adores you and every part of you. He wants to devour you, have you in the most intimate way possible – physically and emotionally. He wants it all with you and it’s an unfamiliar feeling but he could definitely get used to it.

You whine softly when Jungkook removes his fingers from you, sitting up on his knees again to get rid of his t-shirt. Your eyes roam his entire naked torso as he undoes the tied strings of his tracksuit pants; his toned chest has your entire body heating up, muscles contradicting under his tanned skin as he undresses. Soon enough he’s standing in front of you, entirely naked and your mouth is watering at the sight of him. His muscular thighs and small waist, his hard and veiny cock looking painful as he wraps a hand around it, pumping himself, a hiss leaving his lips.

Jungkook notices the way you spread your legs a tad bit more as if to invite him in, urging him to come closer and settle in the heat of your core. He hovers over you, the leaking tip of his cock brushing your inner thigh as he kisses you, slowly and deeply.

“Condom?” He asks between kisses, hands sliding up the side of your body. You’re moaning softly against his mouth as he cups your bra-clad breast, giving it a squeeze.

“I’m on the pill…” you breathlessly tell him as his lips move to kiss your cheek and jaw, “-and I’m clean.”

Jungkook meets your mouth again, “me too.”

He hasn’t ever fucked anyone without a condom and you being the first one would be perfect. Just the mere thought of fucking you raw, being deeply buried within your heat and feeling it all without a barrier, has his cock twitching. You feel his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He throws them over his shoulder and smirks softly up at you, causing you to grin at him. He leaves a chaste kiss against your rib cage before coming back up. You let out a shaky breath at the feeling of his lips.

“You okay?”

You nod, still smiling, “yeah, just want you…”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach as he presses his lips against yours. His hand reaches between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance. You gasp softly into the kiss as you feel his tip prod at your opening, excitement rushing through you, causing your heart to skip a beat. Both of your jaws fall open, moans leaving you in unison when he pushes inside, sinking into your warmth.

“Oh god,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he slides all the way into you, bottoming out and stilling for a second. You’re both breathing heavily as you get used to the feeling of each other, savoring each other and this moment.

It’s been a long time coming, that’s for sure. And you’re both equally desperate to feel all of each other, to be with each other in the tenderness of this moment, loving each other, pleasuring each other. You’ve been wondering what his lips taste like since you met him and now you finally know. Jungkook has been wondering what it feels like to love someone ever since he reached a certain age and now he knows. 

“I love you so much,” he rasps, hand finding yours to intertwine them. 

You don’t get to say it back before he’s pulling out and pushing back into you, earning a gasping moan from you. Your back arches, naked chest touching his as his length moves in and out of you, the pace slow yet hard. But the longer Jungkook is buried within you, the movement of his hips become faster and more desperate.

“L-Love you too,” you moan, slightly high-pitched as he hits a sweet spot, one that has you mewling his name.

Jungkook’s lips meet yours in another kiss for the hundredth time tonight and yet it’s not enough. It will never be enough. He wants all of you, all of your kisses for a long, long time. And he wants to hear you moan his name over and over, breathlessly pleading him to make you cum, he wants to touch you and love you everyday until you don’t want him anymore.

“____… fuck, I’m not gonna last, baby,” he grunts against your lips as your walls tighten around him.

You shake your head, tingles filling your entire body as your free hand trails up the length of his spine. Your nails dig into his skin as he snaps his hips into you, cock hitting deeply inside of you.

“It’s okay,” you breathe, a moan leaving you as he picks up speed, building you both closer to a high so good, so sweet it's going to haunt you for days - in the best way possible. “Just- fuck, just make me cum, please…”

Jungkook doesn’t need you to tell him twice, his free hand slipping between your bodies to find your clit. He adds pressure there with his thumb and circles it, his name leaving your lips in a gasp as your walls tighten instantly. Jungkook moans in return, dropping his head to your collarbone as his hips stutter. 

“Fucking hell-“ he rasps, hips stuttering as he thrusts deeply into you, thumb working on your clit to make you reach the edge.

“Oh- Kook, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, hand grabbing the nape of his neck to guide his mouth back to yours. You feel Jungkook’s hand tighten around yours as his lips meet yours, heart beating so hard in his chest he fears it might leave its cage. You’re gasping against his lips as your orgasm sneaks up on you, washing over you in a giant wave. Jungkook feels it prominently, the way your pussy tightens around his cock, causing him to still in you as his own orgasm overcomes him. 

“Oh my god-“ he moans deeply, the sound leaving his throat as he slowly and sloppily rides out both of your highs.

A feeling of pleasure runs through your bodies, a feeling of euphoria filling your stomachs and chests, hearts beating fast and breathy moans leaving you. Heavy breathing fills the living room as you try to catch your breaths. One of your hands is still tightly wrapped in Jungkook’s as he rests his forehead against your collarbone, his lips leaving soft kisses against your skin as you come down from your shared high.

“That was incredible,” you let out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah?” Jungkook smiles as he makes his way up to face you, still leaving kisses on your skin. You smile at him once he hovers above you, looking at you. Butterflies fill your entire body as he leans down, kissing you – once, twice.

“It was perfect,” you tell him.

Another kiss against your lips as he grins, “you’re perfect.”

“Cheesy,” you mumble, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Get used to it,” he retorts with a smirk. You watch in amusement as his smirk suddenly fades as if he realizes something. “Wait… are your roommates here?”

You giggle at the panic flashing across his eyes before shaking your head, “don’t worry, they’re gone till Monday.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes and sighs, causing a soft smirk to spread on your face. However, it quickly changes into a smile as he leans down to give you several kisses on your lips and cheek before getting off you, heading for the kitchen – butt ass naked, might you add. You can’t help yourself as your eyes roam his broad shoulders and back, his tiny waist and the way his skin is so nicely tanned. Your eyes drop lower and lower, something small and unexpected in black ink catching your attention. You stifle a laugh as you realize what it is.

“What in the world is that on your butt?”

Jungkook freezes just as he reaches for the cabinet to retrieve a glass. He turns around, ears turning bright red as he opens his mouth, stuttering words leaving it; “oh, um… that’s- uh…”

The way his entire face flushes has your heart aching because not only is this the first time you’re seeing him truly flustered but he happens to look incredibly cute as it happens. Your lips spread into a grin, a giggle leaving you.

Ugh, you love him.

“Why do you have your own initials and jersey number tattooed on your butt?”

“It was a bet,” he quickly blurts, “I swear.”

You hum, “what kind of bet?”

“It’s a long story-“ Jungkook begins as he lets out a deep sigh, but realization hits him once again as he stops mid sentence. “Wait a second… you totally just checked out my ass.”

Now it’s your time to become flustered as Jungkook grins at you. You hold your hands up in surrender.

“I wasn’t- I mean, it’s kinda hard not to…” you feel your cheeks heat up as he moves back towards the couch, eyes locked with yours as you struggle to explain yourself. You settle for a compliment instead, “it’s cute, I like it.”

Jungkook’s grin has turned into a smirk, teasing and playful as he raises an eyebrow at you. You squirm slightly as he looks over your body as you lay on the couch, fully undressed, naked body revealed just for him.

“How often have you checked out my ass, huh?” He then asks, “kinda sounds like this isn’t the first time.”

You shrug, “I mean… it’s not.”

Embarrassed to admit it, you let out a shy laugh and cover your face with your hands. However, a squeal escapes you as Jungkook grabs your ankles and pulls you to sit up, feet on the ground in front of the couch. Your mouth falls open as you watch him kneel in front of you. His palms rest on your thighs, sliding up and then slowly down again. You gasp in surprise when he suddenly spreads your legs apart.

“How long,” he quietly mutters, dark and hooded eyes zooming in on your now parted folds for a split second before meeting yours eyes again, “… have you wanted to fuck me?”

Inhaling sharply, you struggle to find the words as Jungkook begins peppering kisses all over your legs; the inside of your knees and your inner thighs. You whimper ever so softly when you feel his teeth lightly biting your skin.

“J-Jungkook,” you breathe out shakily.

“Tell me,” he demands, grabbing your legs and hoisting them over his shoulders, lips teasing your inner thighs even closer to where you desperately want him to touch you. His breath fans across your heat, the cool air brushing over the wetness of your folds. You shiver, goosebumps rising upon your skin.

“I’m- uh,” you let your head fall back on the couch, fingertips digging into the cushions of it. The words are stuck in your throat but you’re urged on as Jungkook presses one single kiss to your clit, a gasp leaving you as you jolt, “for a long time, Kook- for so long…”

Jungkook smirks to himself, glancing up at you for a short moment before digging in, burying his head between your legs. You let out a whiny moan, hands digging into his black and slightly damp hair as he licks and sucks, eating you out like a starved man, not caring about how his own cum from before is mixed with your wetness.

This man is going to be the end of you, but funnily enough, you don’t mind.

“I’m starving.”

These are the first words Jungkook speaks after eating you out, his chin resting on your knee, dark brown doe eyes watching you come down from your high. You can’t help but shoot him a confused yet curious look. How he manages to think about food right after having his head between your legs is a mystery to you. However, you hum as you try to think of something he can eat at this hour. You haven’t done much grocery shopping these past days but you do have all the right ingredients for a dessert. 

“I can make you a sundae?” You suggest, looking at him with a questioning look. 

“Sounds delicious,” Jungkook smiles, faint dimples on show as his hands trail up the length of your legs, palms brushing over your skin.

The red numbers on the oven reads 1:24 AM when you and Jungkook make your way to the kitchen, dressed in your underwear. You’re shuffling through your cupboards and the fridge to find everything you need to make a sundae for the hungry half-naked man in your home. Jungkook watches with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face as you move around, dressed in nothing but your bra and panties, comfortably half-naked around him.

He loves seeing you like this; comfortable and one hundred percent yourself.

“Alright,” you breathe, running a hand through your hair as you stare at all the ingredients on the kitchen counter. You feel warmth spreading through your entire body as Jungkook takes place behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and lips pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. “There’s ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, bananas, strawberries and those waffle thingies.”

“Where do you keep the bowls?” He asks. 

“Uh-“ you begin as Jungkook unwraps himself from you and starts rummaging through your cabinets until he finds a bowl for the sundae, “wasn't I supposed to make it for you?”

“Nope, I’m making it for you.” 

He pats the countertop, silently asking you to seat yourself there. You stare at him for a short moment, only receiving a raised eyebrow in return. Tipping your head and shrugging, you jump onto the counter only to receive a quick, soft peck on the lips, a small sound of surprise escaping your lips as he quickly pulls away again. He flashes you a grinning smile before getting to work, making you a sundae.

If someone had told you just two months ago that you’d be sitting half-naked on your kitchen counter, watching a shirtless Jungkook put together a sundae for you, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them they’re speaking nonsense. Two months ago you met him for the first time and never in your wildest imagination would you have guessed it would come to this. But you’re not complaining – although you are trying to push the guilt to the back of your mind.

But Jungkook is right.

You shouldn’t always put everyone else’s feelings before your own. It’s okay to be selfish once in a while – especially if the guy you’re in love with is in love with you too. Why should you hold yourself back from feeling the most intimate form of happiness when it’s right in front of you, waiting for you to grab it?

“Hey.”

Jungkook’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You barely get to focus back on him before he’s smudging whipped cream onto your cheek. Jungkook grins as a gasp leaves you, a playful glint in his eyes as they zoom in on the whipped cream on your now playfully scowling face.

“What was that for?”

He shrugs, “you’re spacing out.”

You watch him as he steps closer, placing himself between your legs. Your heartbeat picks up its pace as one of his hands rests on your bare thigh, thumb caressing the skin there softly. He leans in closer, lips brushing over yours ever so softly. Automatically, your lips part when he almost closes the distance between your mouths. But the anticipation of feeling his lips disappears again as he places his lips on your cheek instead, kissing the whipped cream away. He reappears in front of you, eyes focused on your lips as he smirks softly, his voice soft as he mutters: “want you here with me.”

“I’m here,” you whisper back as you feel a pool of heat slowly appearing between your legs.

“Good.”

The air of his word brushes your lips before he finally closes the distance and connects his mouth with yours. Your eyes fall shut, a somewhat relieved sigh leaving your chest as he kisses you; soft, pink lips moving with yours, pulling you in and turning you into an addict of the feeling.

Jungkook’s sighs against your mouth as you pull him closer by the nape of his neck, nails digging into the back of his neck. He puts down the can of whipped cream next to you, hand sliding up your naked thigh instead and all the way up to your waist. You smile against his lips as he pulls you close against him, chest against chest. You’re caged in, safe in his arms as he deepens the kiss, tongue meeting yours for the hundredth time tonight. However, the kisses turn soft again, playful even as you kiss the corner of his mouth and smile. The grin spreading across Jungkook’s face causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach, causing you to lean back in and kiss him, only to pull away again. Jungkook sighs deeply.

“Tease,” he breathes, tiny hints of a smile still on his face.

As he cups your face and pulls you back in for even more, you blindly reach for the can of whipped cream. Jungkook doesn’t notice, fully absorbed by your lips, kissing you with no cares for anything but you. The playful spirit within you takes over as you lift the can up, pull away from his kisses and spray some whipped cream on his nose.

Jungkook’s mouth drops open in amused surprise, eyes crossing as he looks at it before focusing back on you. You’re stifling a laugh, still holding the weapon in question in your hand.

A smirk spreads across your face, your next words leaving your lips before you know it, “payback, bitch.”

The man in front of you quirks an eyebrow before chuckling, crooked smile causing your heart to flip a few times before settling in your chest again. Still beating hard though.

“I’m gonna make you regret that,” he pointedly tells you as he removes the whipped cream from his nose. 

There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he reaches for the can in your hand. You move quickly, pulling it away from his nearing hand. You raise a challenging eyebrow at him to urge him on, silently telling him to try again as you try your best to hold it out of his reach. Just for a split second you think you’ve won but a squeal of surprise escapes you as Jungkook grabs your wrists, easily collecting both in one hand. His free hand pries the can of whipped cream from your hands. You huff out in defeat as he smirks at you, his face saying all you need to know.

You shouldn’t have started this.

You flinch when he aims the can towards your face. Although it never hits your face. It hits your neck instead. 

“Whoops, my bad,” he snickers. “Let me get that for you.”

There’s no time to respond or roll your eyes at his sarcastic apology before he’s leaning in, licking and sucking the whipped cream off your skin. You hate the way your body and mind react as it causes Jungkook’s eyes to light up in interest as he faces you again. He does not miss the tiny gasping sound you let out just now.

Jungkook looks at the can in his hand, then at you, then at all the revealed skin on your body that is the perfect canvas for him to leave chunks of whipped cream to lick off. You watch with wide eyes as he sprays the sugary stuff onto your collarbone before leaning back in once again, licking it off and making sure to leave a few kisses there in his wake.

“Oh my god…” you breathe out, causing Jungkook’s stomach to twist in excitement.

He can tell you’re loving this. The way your breathing has turned heavier and more ragged, the way you’re leaning back on your palms to give him all the space he needs, the way you’re watching him with hooded, intrigued eyes as he puts whipped cream on the top of your breast that isn’t covered by your bra.

His tongue touches your skin, flat against the curve of your breast and you can’t help but let out a breathless moan of his name. The sound goes straight to Jungkook’s cock as it jerks in his boxers, blood rushing to the tip and making him harder than ever before.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hums as he kisses your skin, “whipped cream might be my new favorite.”

“Jungkook, please…” You whine, not sure what you’re pleading for.

A gasp leaves you, your jaw falling open when he tugs your bra cup down and gently sprays whipped cream onto your now revealed nipple. Your nipple stiffens in an instant, the cold substance making it hard. Jungkook wastes no time as he wraps his lips around it to suck off the whipped cream. Your head falls back, the pleasure he’s providing you too good to bear.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Jungkook sets the whipped cream back on the counter, forgetting all about it as he tugs your other bra cup down and turns his attention to your other nipple. His hands are cupping your breasts, giving them tight squeezes as he licks and sucks, earning several moans and whimpers from you. 

“Shit,” you hiss, lifting your head when you feel him softly bite one, teeth digging into it. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he rasps against your skin as he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. You watch him as he reaches your panties, kissing along the waistline of them. He glances up, his eyes meeting yours. “And the sounds you make? Fuck, I could listen to them all day.”

Jungkook can’t help but growl softly and dig his fingertips into your skin every time his hand pauses on your body. He can’t believe he finally has you like this; naked with burning skin and pretty sounds leaving you, all for his taking. He wants to taste you again, taste you in your most intimate spot.

“Again?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow at him as he reaches for your underwear. “Jungkook, you literally just did that.”

The shaky breath you let out as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and starts to pull them down tells him you want it just as much as him. There’s no way you could convince him that you don’t want his head between your legs. It’s written all over your face – you’re hoping he’ll do it over and over and over again.

“So?” He shrugs, dumping your panties on the floor before spreading your legs, revealing your wet, glistening lips to himself. You moan instantly when he blows, cold air hitting your arousal.

Jungkook can tell you’re not sure whether you want to slap him or kiss him as he smirks softly and cocks his head when he meets your eyes again. 

“Think you can cum again?”

He gives you no time to answer before digging in, burying his face between your legs, mouth against your throbbing core to eat you out once again – this time on the kitchen counter. You’re moaning above him, a string of words like ‘please’ and ‘ohmygod’ leaving your lips as he sucks on your clit.

Jungkook loves eating you out. He loves to see you squirm above him, not sure what to do or where to put your hands as he sucks and licks and slurps as if he’s been held back from eating and drinking for days. He’s positive that seeing you like this, all fucked out and a mess because of him is one the hottest things he’s ever witnessed.

He’s never been that much into giving head to the girls he was with, always preferring to make them cum in other ways. He never once did oral with Hyejin and never felt the need to either – he found other ways to satisfy her. But with you? He wants to do it all the fucking time. You taste amazing and he loves the sounds you make, the face you make when he does something you really, really like. The way your moans turn high-pitched when you’re on the very edge of orgasming and the way you’ll whimper his name over and over as you cum on his tongue.

“Fuck- Jungkook…”

You’re whining and moaning, squirming on the kitchen counter as your orgasm washes over you, filling your entire body and reaching your toes and fingertips. Your thighs close in on themselves around Jungkook’s head as he slurps your cum, drinking it all up while moaning deeply.

You barely get to catch your breath before Jungkook gets back up, mouth clashing against yours. As his tongue invades your mouth, you can taste yourself and you’re convinced it’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done; eating you out till you cum hard and then going straight to kiss you. 

“Which one is your room?” He asks between kisses, voice husky causing chills to run down your spine.

“Far left,” you breathlessly reply, too busy tasting his lips while coming down from your high.

Jungkook swiftly lifts you off the kitchen counter, wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips never leave yours as he carries you to your room. It’s rushed and desperate, eager kisses and heavy breathing as you fall onto your bed. Jungkook easily unhooks your bra, pulling it off you and throwing it to the floor. His mouth instantly starts leaving kisses all over your now revealed chest, nipples receiving unconditional attention as you arch your back, your hands tightly grabbing onto the sheets as pleasure fills your senses.

“Wanna fuck you again,” Jungkook growls deeply against your breast, leaving one last kiss before moving back up to connect his mouth with yours. “Wanna fuck you all night.”

“Please do,” you moan in response, eyes closing as you feel him grind his boxer-clad cock against your bare core. The friction has you inhaling sharply, teeth digging into your bottom lip as he continues the action over and over. Sensing the desperation in the moans you let out, Jungkook pushes his boxers down, revealing his hard cock. You feel it brush against your inner thigh, walls throbbing as you think about how good it feels to have him buried deeply inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whimper when he slides the tip up and down between your folds before sinking into you, burying himself deeply within you. 

He hisses softly as your walls tighten around his length, “god, I could do this for days.”

His words have you smiling to yourself as you tug him down for another kiss, catching his lips with your own in a heated, slow yet desperate and eager kiss that has Jungkook moaning deeply. You swallow his moan, tightly wrapping your legs around his waist, heel digging into his lower back to urge him to sink even deeper into you.

His hands slide up the sides of your body before finding yours, butterflies filling your entire body as he grabs them and pins them above your head. His thrusts become slower yet harder, hitting deeply within you causing your moans to turn high-pitched. His lips leave kisses down your cheek to your jaw, open-mouthed kisses that leave your skin glistening.

“My pretty baby,” he rasps, delivering hard thrusts into you for every word he speaks. Goosebumps rise upon your skin as his lips brush your ear. “Can’t believe you’re mine…”

“Been yours from the start,” you tell him through your moaning and whimpering. Jungkook groans softly at your words, instantly connecting his mouth with yours again in a slow, sensual kiss that has your heart beating harshly in your chest.

“Gonna cum,” he gasps against your lips as he feels your walls tighten around him.

“Me too,” your voice breathless.

Jungkook’s thrusts become harder and harder, hitting deep, repeatedly grazing a spot that has you mewling while your hands tighten around his. Jungkook’s face is buried within the crook of your neck, his moaning turning more into whimpering as you both reach your high, nearing it with high speed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you’re repeatedly swearing, whiny and high-pitched as you feel yet another orgasm rushing towards you, hitting you hard.

Jungkook groans deeply when you finally cum, walls tightening around his length, sucking him in and keeping him there, forcing him to still within you and cum hard – hot, white cum filling you for the second time tonight.

“Shit.”

His body goes limp on top of you, cock throbbing inside of you, your walls clenching and unclenching around him as you both try to catch your breath once again. He winces softly when he lifts himself, pulling out of you. The lewd noises of the wetness and the cum brings heat to your cheeks but Jungkook doesn’t seem to be fazed by it. He presses a single kiss to your lips before getting off you, muttering a soft ‘be right back’. You watch as he gets off the bed and leaves the bedroom. You hear water running for a bit before he returns again, damp washcloth in hand and a glass of water.

“Here,” he hands you the glass of water. You sit up and accept it, taking a sip while keeping your eyes on him as he crawls back onto the bed. He nudges your legs apart, smiling when you obey. You keep sipping the water as he carefully starts cleaning up the mess he left between your legs. You jerk softly, the washcloth rough against your sensitive core.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

Jungkook looks up at you as soon as the question leaves your lips. It’s almost 3 am and asking him if he wants to stay the night is kind of needless at this point. However, Jungkook just smiles, eyes glinting as he looks at you in your dimly lit bedroom.

“You sure you want me to?”

“Of course,” you softly tell him.

Jungkook feels relief fill his chest as you confirm your own suggestion. He’s been hoping he’d end up staying the night after all of this but you never know – just sleeping next to each other is intimate, even more so than having sex. At least it is to Jungkook. During the times he went to Hyejin’s place, he never once stayed over. What he had with her was casual and he never felt the need to stay the night because that’s not what he wanted, all he wanted was his needs fulfilled.

“To be honest, I’d be pretty upset if you left now.”

He shakes his head, chuckling, “I’d love to stay over.”

The late October weather is gray and dark when you wake up around 10 the next morning. Heavy rain is hitting the window in your bedroom, setting a cozy atmosphere. You stretch, yawning softly before turning over, letting your back face the window as you snuggle up against the man next to you.

Jungkook is fast asleep, breathing heavily as his chest rises and falls, light snores leaving his pouty lips and his dark hair is a mess on top of your pillows. You smile to yourself, closing your eyes again to go back to sleep. However, sleep never comes. Your body and mind is fully awake. Your eyes roam Jungkook as he’s fast asleep next to you – images from last night start to appear in your mind and nothing can hold you back as you begin leaving kisses against his skin. He stirs in his sleep as you kiss the skin of his chest and up to his neck, along the strong angle of his jaw, a few soft pecks on his cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

A small smile spreads across your lips as you feel him puckering his lips to kiss you back. Jungkook’s body stays limp as you slip on top of him, straddling him as you slowly deepen the kiss. Jungkook sighs deeply, his mouth automatically moving with yours as if he’s been kissing you every single day for years. You feel him becoming harder and harder underneath the sheets as you very slowly, teasingly grind your core on top of him. A soft, protesting whine leaves him when you pull away to trail kisses down his body.

However, excitement fills Jungkook’s stomach as he feels you press kisses all over his torso, along his abs and further down to his lower abdomen, dangerously close to where he’s hard as ever – just for you.

Without words being exchanged between you and him, you focus on the task at hand, removing the sheets and revealing his cock, hard and throbbing. Your mouth waters at the sight, tongue wetting your lips as you wrap a hand around his length. Jungkook jerks softly, a small hiss escaping his lips as he brings his arm over his face. The knowing smirk on your face goes unnoticed by him as you lean down to kiss his red, leaking tip.

Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh, putting his arm behind his head to prop it up, heavy-lidded brown eyes watching you as you kiss your way down the length of his cock, reaching the base just as your eyes meet his. His teeth are digging into his bottom lip as he waits patiently for you to wrap your lips around his tip. Once you do, his lips twist into a half-smile, crooked and boyish and it’s causing your stomach to twist in a feeling you’ve felt non-stop since he kissed you last night.

His free hand finds your hair, curling around it as you sink down on him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Waking up like this definitely doesn’t hurt, if anything he feels like the luckiest guy on earth – having you naked on your knees between his legs, sucking him off first thing in the morning after waking up. To be honest, the kisses would’ve been more than enough for him because being kissed by you is like winning the lottery but getting a blowjob on top of that… yeah, Jungkook is definitely the luckiest guy on earth.

“Fuck, that feels good, baby…” He rasps, voice laced with sleep as his head falls back onto the pillow. You pick up the pace of your bobbing head, sucking like your life depended on it, pushing him towards the edge like a pro. You hum around him when he tightens his hand around your hair, helping you bob your head faster on him. “You’re so good at this, shit-”

A low guttural groan leaves Jungkook’s lips as his hips jerk, an indication that he’s close to orgasming.

“You might w-wanna stop before I cum-” he tells you, sitting up as he nears his orgasm, feeling it coming at him faster than it usually does. When you don’t make a move to remove yourself from his cock, he tugs you up to face him, his hand tightly gripping your hair. Your hand keeps going on his shaft, working him closer and closer. Jungkook’s forehead rests against yours, his heavy and ragged breathing hitting your face as you smile.

You peck his lips, “cum in my mouth.”

“Jesus-” Jungkook groans, hand loosening its grip on your hair as he softly kisses your lips once more. “You’re gonna kill me.”

The teasing smirk on your face causes him to let out a defeated chuckle as he leans back on his hands and watches you move back down to take him into your mouth again. It requires just a few strokes of your hand and a few sucking bobs of your head before his head falls back, a row of profanities escaping his pretty lips as he cums, releasing it all down your throat. The fact that you’re just taking it, swallowing and even moaning as you do so is enough to have Jungkook decide that you’re even more perfect than he originally thought. The scenario before him is the hottest sight ever.

After milking him for every single drop of cum, you come back up, hands supporting you on his naked, muscly thighs as you lean in closer. His eyes drop to watch your tongue lick away the single drop of cum from the corner of your mouth before your lips spread into a smile; a beautiful, genuine smile that causes his heart to skip a beat. You look beautiful – tired eyes yet there’s a glint in them, messy hair and swollen lips, a bright smile caused by him, he hopes.

“I love you,” Jungkook blurts after staring at you for a solid minute without saying a word.

He can tell the sudden words have you flustered as you tilt your head, smile widening just a tad bit more. He pulls you in by the nape of your neck, kissing you. He doesn’t even need to hear you say it back because he knows, he can tell from the way you let out a deep sigh and kiss him back, soft and sensual, taking your sweet time and bathing in the shared feelings.

“Hey,” Jungkook softly calls when you’re sitting at your dining table half an hour later, eating breakfast. You look up from your plate, meeting his gaze from across the table. There’s a small frown on his face and you feel your heart tighten at the sight. “I’m sorry for all the stuff that’s happened lately…”

“What stuff?” You ask, slightly dumbfounded.

He shrugs, “you know, me trying to kiss you and throwing my feelings at you without being sure you felt the same way, going to see Hyejin after… all that. I shouldn’t have assumed and I definitely shouldn’t have gone to see Hyejin.”

You shake your head instantly.

“I don’t blame you,” you tell him, offering him a half-smile. “You couldn’t have known how I felt about you. I should’ve just told you instead of lying. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook matches your half-smile, “you had your reasons. It’s okay.”

You frown softly, poking at your food with your fork. Things definitely would’ve been different if you hadn’t been so focused on everyone else’s feelings rather than your own. If you had just reciprocated Jungkook’s feelings the first time, you would’ve had this way before.

“Yeah, well, things would’ve been different if I had just told you instead,” you tell him.

Jungkook stares at you for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. You can’t read his face or what he’s thinking. He lets out a sigh, motioning for you to come closer. When you hesitate to move, he smiles warmly at you, offering his hand, “come here.”

You sigh softly and get up from your seat, forgetting all about your breakfast as you move around the table. Jungkook pulls you into his lap, arms snaking around your waist to hold you close. One of his hands slips underneath your oversized t-shirt, caressing your skin as he looks at you. You stay quiet as he scans your face, eyes pausing at every single feature of yours before meeting your eyes again.

“Things could’ve been different, yes,” he starts, voice soft in the quietness of your apartment. “But the past is the past and you have no control over it nor can you change it. All we can do now is focus on us. All that matters is what happens from now on.”

You smile, your eyes shifting between his as you think about his words. He really is a smart guy when he wants to be and that thought alone makes you laugh softly.

“What?” Jungkook frowns.

“Nothing,” you shake your head, hand cupping his cheek. “I just love you.”

Your words have Jungkook’s smile reappearing and it stays on his lips as you kiss him. His lips move with yours, soft and slow. His hands roam your naked thighs, giving one a squeeze as you hold the kiss for a moment before pulling away, facing him again. Your eyes scan his face, taking in every detail of it; his lashes, his tiny moles and the little scar on his cheek. His dark brown eyes that look at you like you’re the only thing in the room that is interesting enough to hold his attention.

The fact that you ended up here, in his lap, kissing him and taking in his features from close proximity, feels surreal. When you first met Jungkook on your first day at Seoul University, you didn’t dare imagine that something like this would happen one day. Sure, he was cute from the very beginning and definitely someone you could see yourself trying to get with but he also happened to be involved with your very first friend – Hyejin.

And the guilt is still present within you despite Jungkook pointing out that her feelings for him aren't yours to deal with.

“You know,” you break the silence, “we should probably settle the whole thing with Hyejin.”

Jungkook sighs softly and nods, “yeah, I know. I could talk to her today, I guess.”

For a split second you feel something ugly twist within you as you think about Jungkook going to see Hyejin, to talk about everything with the girl he used to fuck. But you quickly push it down, ignoring it instantly. You know Jungkook wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. And it doesn’t seem like he’d even think about it as he snuggles up against you, face burying itself in the crook of your neck. You can’t fight the smile that spreads across your face when he leaves a few kisses against your skin.

“I should probably also apologize for the way I spoke to her yesterday,” he mumbles. Your fingers slide into his hair, massaging his scalp as you listen. “It came out a bit harsher than intended.”

“Might be a good idea,” you hum, a frown covering your face. “I’m so scared of how she’ll react. I might not have any friends left after today.”

Jungkook lifts his head to look at you as soon as the words leave your mouth. He pouts, “you have me.”

Smiling, you roll your eyes.

“Friends, Kook,” you point out, “you’re not just a friend anymore.”

The knowing smirk spreading across Jungkook’s face makes you roll your eyes once again. You get off his lap to clean up after breakfast, ignoring the way he’s watching you with playful, shining eyes.

“Then what am I?” He asks, getting up from his seat to follow you to the kitchen. You stay quiet as he hugs you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. You suppress a giggle when his lips start peppering kisses all over your neck. Jungkook smiles against your skin, “hm?”

“Please go shower before you leave. You can’t go see Hyejin while smelling like you had sex all night,” you tell him with a laugh laced within your words, slipping from his arms and avoiding the question. Jungkook lets out a laugh as he watches you clean off the rest of the table. To him it might seem like playful teasing but in all honesty, you’re not sure what he is to you if not a friend. You don’t want to assume. Especially not until he talked to Hyejin about the whole situation. 

You, too, need to talk to her. You’d hate for your friendship to end because of this.

“I did have sex all night,” he confirms before pointing at you; “and so did you. Wanna join me in the shower?”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you as he awaits your answer. He’s hoping you’ll say yes because he’s far from done with you yet. Although, to be fair, he probably won’t ever be.

“No,” you tell him, going back to the kitchen to clean up the last dishes. “We’ll just end up having sex again and you have places to be, buddy.”

Jungkook’s face twists in amusement, a sarcastic scoff leaving him as he comes back up behind you, placing both hands on the counter on either side of you. You’re trapped between his arms and you already know he won’t leave you alone until you say yes to joining him in the shower. The worst part is the fact that he knows you're on the brink of giving in. Besides, how can you ever resist him again after experiencing what it’s like to be with him?

“Please,” he softly pleads, voice low as his lips near your ear. When you still don’t answer him, Jungkook pushes his hips forward, his bulge evident against your butt as he places a kiss on your shoulder. “It’ll be quick.”

“Gee,” you huff out a chuckle, “that’s exactly what a girl likes to hear.”

Jungkook’s lips spread into a smirk against the skin of your shoulder, “is that a yes?”

Sighing in fake defeat, you smirk to yourself, “I guess it is.”

An hour later after Jungkook managed to coerce you into taking a shower with him (and gave you yet another mind-blowing orgasm), he left to go see Hyejin and explain the whole situation. You’ve been on the edge of your seat ever since, waiting in anticipation for him to come back to your place. When it finally knocks on the front door, you shoot up from the couch and run to open it but Jungkook’s already halfway inside once you reach it.

“Hey, how-“

Before you can ask Jungkook how it went, he’s kissing you, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer as his lips meet yours. A soft hum of surprise escapes you as you grip onto his shirt in fear of falling over because of how eager Jungkook is to kiss you.

However, as much as you want to give into his kisses right now, you’re desperate to know how it went.

You pull away just enough to ask him the questions you’ve been dying to know the answer of since he texted you he had arrived at her sorority house.

“How did it go? Did she hit you?” The questions fly out of you. When Jungkook doesn’t answer right away, you frown. “Oh, no… did she curse you with an eternity in hell?”

Your last question has him chuckling, arms tightening around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He still doesn’t say a word. He kisses you instead, which has you giggling softly as you try to ask him again. There is no time for kisses right now – you need to know.

“Jungko-“

Another kiss.

You can’t help but laugh as you push at his chest, “Kook, stop kissing me for a second and tell me how it went. I wanna know if I have to hide every time I see her around campus from now on.”

Jungkook smiles, “she wasn’t happy at first but then I told her why and suddenly it all made sense to her.”

Confused, you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows, “made sense? How?”

“Apparently, you’re not very good at hiding it when you have a crush on someone,” he says, a soft smirk on his face. “Hyejin has been reading you like an open book ever since you started hanging out but she didn’t think I felt the same way so she didn’t worry too much.”

“Oh…” you feel your cheeks heating up and yet you squint at Jungkook, “well, you didn’t know until after the frat party, so I guess I did fool one person.”

Jungkook dramatically rolls his eyes, unwrapping his arms from you and taking a step away.

“This is obviously not about me, ____.”

You scoff, “it so is-”

The sound of a text appearing on your phone cuts you off, causing you to pull it from your pocket to check who it’s from. The name on the screen causes your heart to stop for a split second, the words ‘oh god’ escaping you before you can swallow them. 

Jungkook shoots you a look of confusion, “what is it?”

You show him your screen, watching him read the text while biting your bottom lip nervously. You can tell realization dawns upon him as he sees who the text is from, a soft ‘oh’ leaving him. You turn the phone back to yourself, unlocking your phone to reply. Your thumbs pause before you can type out an answer.

The text ‘can we talk’ from none other than Hyejin is staring back at you, almost mocking you because you really thought you had a few days to figure out what to tell her, what to say and how to explain yourself. But the universe wants it differently, causing Hyejin to send you a text in which she asks if you and her can talk.

“I gotta go talk to her,” you say, mostly to yourself as if trying to convince yourself to reply to her text. What exactly does one reply to this? 

‘Sure, what about?’

‘Definitely – omw!’

Or maybe just a simple ‘yeah’.

Either way, you know what she wants to talk about, so asking probably isn’t the best option to go with. Instead you decide to type out ‘yeah, where do you wanna meet up?’ before anxiously waiting for her reply.

Hyejin [3:04 pm]: the campus café in 20 minutes?

You [3:04 pm]: sounds good, meet you there

Twenty minutes later you’re walking through the doors to the campus café, heart beating crazily in your chest as you look around, trying to spot Hyejin somewhere. She sits in the far corner, stirring in a mug, eyes focused on it. She seems completely absorbed in it as you make your way towards her, sliding into the seat across from her.

“Hi,” you greet her, voice small in case you have to tread cautiously.

She offers you a half-smile as she greets you back, “hey.”

The tension is impossible to ignore as silence embraces the two of you. You’re not sure what to say or do and it seems she feels the same way as she looks around the café. Other students are spending their Sundays here, studying and relaxing before starting a new week. They’re oblivious to the tight atmosphere that surrounds you and Hyejin as you try to think of words to say.

“Hyejin, I’m really sorry,” you suddenly blurt out after the silence has been going on for too long.

She sighs, facing you again, “I just wish you would’ve told me.”

You frown, “I know but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. You always talk about how you wish he would realize how you feel about him… I really tried to not like him but-“

“It can’t be helped,” she shrugs and smiles, “he really is a good guy and I’m glad he found someone he likes.”

Her words don't bring any sort of comfort to your mind. You can’t quite decipher if she’s angry with you or not. Her smile isn’t bright and happy like it usually is but it isn’t sad either. 

“So you’re not angry with me?” You carefully ask.

She shakes her head, relief flooding through your whole body.

“No,” she tells you, “I can’t control how other people feel and what kind of bitch would I be if I asked you to not date Jungkook?”

A soft laugh leaves her lips and you feel the atmosphere become lighter. The relief you’re feeling right now is everything you needed to feel good about the last 24 hours.

“I was so scared you’d be pissed at me,” you admit, picking at your nails. “You’re my best friend and losing you because of a guy would be the worst.”

“Exactly,” she agrees, “besides, it was just a crush so I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

You can’t help but ask for confirmation. You’d hate for her to leave this café and feel less than okay. You watch as she waves a dismissive hand, scoffing playfully, “yes, of course! I’m just sad I won’t have a consistent fuck buddy anymore, that’s all.”

Despite her referring to Jungkook as her fuck buddy, you can’t help but laugh. As long as you’re all good and still friends, you can ignore the fact that she and Jungkook used to fuck. Besides, Jungkook doesn’t seem the least bit interested in getting back to that settlement again. If the last 24 hours is anything to go by, that is.

“Maybe you can find someone else who wants that kind of relationship?” You suggest.

“Very true,” she hums and taps her chin, pretending to think. “I mean… Taehyung might be willing.”

Nodding, you agree with her, “that’s not unlikely. I swear, there’s almost nothing he wouldn’t fuck so he’d probably say yes right away.”

Hyejin laughs at your words and shakes her head, “okay, but seriously though, I think I’m just gonna lay low for a while. Haven’t really focused on myself for a long time.”

“That sounds good,” you say, smiling warmly at her. “You deserve to focus on yourself.”

“Right?” She smiles back.

An hour passes, the talk going as if none of this mess has happened these past few months and you couldn’t be more grateful. Hyejin seems genuinely happy for you and if that isn’t enough to allow yourself to be with Jungkook, then you don’t know what is.

When it’s time to move on with the day, you both get up from your seats. Without a word, you embrace each other in a hug.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” You tell her as you pull away, “I get it if you want space but I’m here for you. Always.”

She smiles and nods, “we can go shopping tomorrow after class. That’s what I need.”

“Okay, sure, we can do that,” you laugh, slipping on your coat and following her to the exit of the café. “And Hyejin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being such a good friend.”

With just a simple smile in return, she turns on her heel and heads in the opposite direction of you, the heels of her boots clicking against the sidewalk as she walks away. You smile to yourself as you head in the direction of a place you haven’t been to in a while.

Dark brown and warm yet slightly nervous eyes meet yours when Jungkook opens the door to his apartment for you. However as he notices the content smile on your face, he visibly relaxes before reaching for you, pulling you inside and closing the door. You get out of your coat and boots before following him into the living room. He tugs you along to lay down on the couch with him.

“I’m gonna assume and say it went well,” he says as you snuggle up against him, the smile on your face staying there as you squish your cheek against his chest.

“It did,” you confirm. “Almost too well.”

Jungkook hums, “does that mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his t-shirt clad chest, “only if you ask me properly.”

A surprised squeal tumbles from your lips as he manages to roll you over, pinning you down against the couch and hovering above you. His eyes roam your face as a smile spreads across his lips.

“____?“

You hum, suppressing a giggle, “yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

A tingling feeling shoots through your whole body as you purse your lips, taking a moment to scan his face; his dark brown eyes, his fluffy black hair and his pretty, soft lips that feels like heaven when you kiss them. You’re brought back to reality as Jungkook’s hand slips beneath your shirt, the heat of his hand coming in contact with your skin causing a rush of warmth to fill your entire body. He’s warm. He’s warm and he’s exciting and he loves you – oh, so very much. And you’d be straight up dumb to say no to his proposal of being his girlfriend.

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’d love to.”

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Seeing Double

pairing; twin!jungkook x female!reader ft. ???

genre; angst, humor, fluff, s2l, f2l, twin au, college au

warnings; angst, cursing, fighting, jealousy, a LOT of confusion on reader’s part (poor girl), suggestive daydreams, jungkook and his twin look very much the same but are complete opposites in behavior and clothing, poor reader is oblivious and too trustworthy to ask questions until it’s too late

rating; 18+ minors dni

w/c; 7,623

a/n; i don’t think i’ve personally come across this scenario in a long while, so thought i would bring the twin trope back with my fav bias (of course). plus, who doesn’t love the idea of two jungkook’s?! 🤤 you’re welcome.

Shout out to @outro-kook for being the only one interested in being on the taglist. Which is why I’ve decided I’m dedicating this one to you. Thank you for your support!

Read Part Two {Here}

Is this even real life?

How is the Jeon Jungkook sitting next to you right now? On the same bench? When there are plenty of others scattered around the campus courtyard?

And why is his mouth moving while he’s facing you? Wait. Is he talking? To you?

“–Hello? You good?” His newly pierced eyebrow rose with his amused tone, lip ring that he’s been donning the past four months moving with the mischievous smile that was currently worn on his face with ease. Not that you kept track, of course. His eyes twinkled with a hidden darkness that you’ve yet to discover, or notice.

Your mouth was open in a less than attractive manner, and you’re sure you looked like a fish out of water. Cause you definitely felt like one.

“I’m sorry. What?” You wanted to sound confident and cute, but much to your dismay, it came out in a more rudely rushed tone. Probably because your mind was still processing what was happening, and it knew before you did that something was amiss.

People like him, never associated with people like you.

However, your reaction only fueled his inner demons that wanted to see you writhe beneath him in a blissful haze. A low, deep chuckle fell from his lips as he repeated his question.

“I asked if you, y/n y/l/n, would like to go out on a date with me, Jeon Jungkook, this Friday night? If you’re free, of course.” The way he spoke sounded as if he knew the answer you were going to give him before you did. You’re more than positive he’s never been turned down in his entire life, and you being the good person you were, didn’t want to break that streak now, did you?

“Sure–I mean–Yes! I would love too–,” just as you let yourself begin to get excited over the prospect of actually going on a date, he abruptly stood up with a piece of paper held out to you in the palm of his tattooed, ring wearing, hand. It was his number. His cross necklace that was once hidden underneath his shirt, fell out from the movement. One he always wore, you found.

With shaky hand, you grabbed it in yours, fingertips brushing against his in what was, to you, a small, yet intimate moment.

Giving you a two finger salute accompanied by a wink, he told you to meet him at this exact spot in two days time, and for you to text him in advance so you won’t be out all alone by yourself for too long. A sweet gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by you, if your racing heart was any evidence of your current state of mind.

Nodding mutely, all your shy personality could muster up at that moment, he flashed you his signature bunny toothed grin and walked off with his hands in his tight, mouth watering, booty emphasizing, black skinny jeans. His chunky combat boots crushing every brown and orange crunchy leaf in it’s wake, as the autumn breeze blew his hair in a model worthy way. His back muscles could prominently be seen through his tucked in, long sleeved, white shirt.

It was then that you knew, he was going to ruin you in all the best ways possible.

And you couldn’t wait.

The only catch? Unbeknownst to you, he wouldn’t be the only one who would be taking you on the date.

So would his twin brother.

Who is actually in love with you.

*******

“Shut the fuck up. Dead ass?”

“Dead ass.”

Jungkook smirked at the way his twin brother tried to hide his excitement about the date he secured with you.

His twin ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a ‘huh’ of amusement, before sitting down next to Jungkook on the couch in their shared apartment.

“So, am I the best wingman or what?” Jungkook raised his hand anticipating a high five, but was promptly ignored by his twin who was lost in thought over one flaw in this plan.

“Does y/n think she’s going on this date with you or me?”

“Well, technically speaking–,”

Jeon Ji-hun reaches beside him on the couch to grab the nearest pillow, thrusting it as hard as he could into his younger brother of three minutes guilty face. Yanking the pillow out of Ji-hun’s hands after being hit for the fifth time, Jungkook ended the fluffy assault and explained how they could potentially pull this charade off.

“It’s easy, just pretend to be me. You already look like me, so what’s the problem?”

“What’s the prob–,” Ji-hun sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying to control his aggression towards his admittedly handsome, sometimes smart, but mainly annoying and naive younger half of a twin. “The problem is, dear brother, we may look alike, but we are nothing alike. Look at me!”

Ji-hun aggressively gestures to himself and then Jungkook as if to emphasize on his point. All Jungkook sees is excuses, if you asked him. Sure, it’s true, what Ji-hun said. They may look the same, up to the same exact tattoos, piercings and hairstyling. The only main difference is their personalities and clothing.

Jungkook couldn’t help the cringe on his face that showed when he was forced to actually take into account what his brother was wearing — short sleeved, pastel yellow, collared button up shirt; light blue, washed and torn at the knees skinny jeans; and a black belt accessory adorned his small waist.

“It just means that we’ll have some work to do, more on my end than yours of course, but it doesn’t mean we can’t fool her into thinking you’re me! Gotta have faith, my dude.”

“Here’s a crazy idea, why don’t we just tell her the truth and skip all this nonsense that I’m sure will come crashing down on us in a shit show at the end?” Ji-hun shrugged his shoulders casually at Jungkook, making the youngest give him a ‘are you serious’ look.

“Bro, if you had the balls to just ask her out in the first place after all these years of pining over her, we wouldn’t even have to be in this situation.” Jungkook’s deadpan expression, and nonchalant yet absolutely true reasoning, is what had Ji-hun sulking back into the couch with an arm over his eyes.

“I know, I know. Don’t remind me.” Ji-hun ground out with gritted teeth, more than well aware at how shy he was with the world, let alone the opposite sex, and most importantly, anything that pertained to you.

Jungkook patted his brother’s knee with empathy.

Unlike him, who had no qualms in speaking his mind about anything to anyone, his older brother found it difficult. Which is why Jungkook came up with the brilliant idea of asking you out on a date in his place, and banking on the information he got from fellow classmates that you so happened to have a crush on him, he used it to his advantage.

Now came the tricky part.

Making you believe that you were going out on a date with Jungkook, when in all actuality it would be Ji-hun just acting like him instead. In his head, everything went smoothly, his plan flawless. In real life, however? That was an entirely different story.

*******

“This is so fucking stupid, Jungkook. We should just go back home!” Ji-hun tugged at Jungkook’s signature leather jacket, feeling out of place wearing it. Jungkook was too busy texting you back to worry about how how his older brother was feeling at the moment.

“She said she’s about five minutes away. So unless you want to stand up the girl you’re supposedly in love with, you better get yourself together. Cause it’s now or never, bro.” Jungkook gripped Ji-hun’s shoulder firmly, and looked into his eyes with fixed determination, silently telling him that ‘everything will be fine’.

“Okay.” Ji-hun answered more confidently than he felt.

“Oh! I think I see her, I’m gonna split. But I’ll be close incase you need an out or a quick getaway. You got this! Just act cool.” With those final words of encouragement, Ji-hun was left to his own devices as he tried not to fidget nervously watching you walk up to him.

Despite his brother’s normal nonchalant behavior towards the opposite sex, he couldn’t help but let out a low whine of appreciation at your always stunning form, that is somehow even more attractive in the pale moonlight.

You gave him a small, hesitant wave in greeting, nearly toppling over in your heels he’s never seen you were before, let alone the casual, yet very form fitting dress you wore for the occasion. For Jungkook. That thought made him bitter.

Absentmindedly, he grimaced at you. His action making you self conscious and doubting if you should’ve gone with the other, more risky dress that your roommate initially wanted you to wear tonight. Your hands clutched onto the sides of your dress as you tried not to let it get to you.

“Uhm, hi. Sorry I was a little late, but I don’t have a car and needed to take the bus–,” you fumbled over your words the more you explained, causing Jungkook to snap out of his mental image of pummeling his brother to actually listen to what you were saying. He could tell you were nervous, which had him feeling slightly better.

“Don’t worry about it. Better late than never, right?” He spoke casually, then offered his arm to you, the hand connected to that arm stuffed into the pocket of the leather jacket, as he took a note from his brother’s previous lessons over how to act and talk. “You look gorgeous, by the way. Not that it’s anything new.”

Your cheeks gained a light pink at the offer of his arm accompanied by the unexpected compliment, as you attempted to smoothly slide your arm through the space he left for you to fill. What you didn’t expect, was for the one ring you always wore on your hand to get caught in the leather and scratching it. Ji-hun stiffened at the, to him, ear piercing sound that was as bad as nails on a chalkboard. He tried not to make a show of looking at his brother who was no doubt somewhere nearby and seething at his precious jacket getting hurt during this date.

You let out a gasp at the realization and proceeded to pull your arm out as to not cause more harm to the jacket, only your choice of action just ended up making things worse as your ring got caught yet again on the way back out. Ji-hun closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to not get murdered by his brother later on at home, knowing for a fact that Jungkook witnessed the blasphemy that just occurred.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking. God, I’m such an idiot–,” your lips trembled as you bit them, eyes glistening with unshed tears at how much of a disaster this date has already been and you haven’t even started to walk to your destination.

Letting out a quiet, shaky exhale, he gave you a tight lipped smile and went to offer you his hand, then decided otherwise and opted to just take the initiative himself and interlock his fingers with yours. Gently tugging you into his side, you both began walking side by side to the small, hole in the wall, ramyeon restaurant that was nearby.

“I can totally buy you a new jacket! If you just send me the link to the site where you got yours–,” Ji-hun chuckled lightly, and squeezed your hand in reassurance.

“Seriously, y/n. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a jacket.”

*******

“It’s just a jacket.” Jungkook lowly mocked his brother as he discreetly followed you both, head down and staring at the concrete pathway with a look of anger and regret at letting his most prized possession — his jacket — be worn tonight.

If Jungkook is being honest though, he would’ve reacted exactly the same way had he been in his brother’s shoes. And his brother was right, you did happen to look very exquisite tonight. The dress you wore accentuated your curvy figure in the best way, and made your eyes a deeper shade of color than they already were. Even he’ll admit that his heart started racing upon looking at you walk up for the first time, as if seeing you in a whole other light.

He didn’t know what this feeling was that began to pool into his gut, but all that he knew was that it got worse the longer he stared at your intertwined hands.

*******

Upon arriving to the restaurant, Jungkook held the door open for you to walk in first. The hostess directed you to your seats. Now sitting opposite each other in the well lit establishment, you were able to get a better look at your date.

Ji-hun wasn’t good when it came to eye contact, it was too intimate, to telling. He felt like one look into his, and you would instantly know that you weren’t on a date with his brother, but him. He dreaded how you would react if you ever found out, and only hoped that you never did.

Your eyes watched as Jungkook looked everywhere but at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, not used to seeing him look so shy. It’s like he was a complete different person than who you talked with on the bench that day. Pushing away your doubts, you opened your mouth to speak, before being interrupted by your waiter for the evening.

You smiled politely, as did Jungkook, and took turns giving your orders. It seemed like you both had different taste, since you ordered the spicy version of what your date did. Ji-hun let out a light laugh at your choice of ramyeon, immediately thinking of his brother who always ordered the same thing when they came here.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned lightheartedly, and took a sip of the water the waiter brought with them before taking your orders.

“Jung—,” his eyes widened as he almost blurted out his brother’s name. Jungkook stiffened in the booth behind you, thinking that Ji-hun was about to ruin everything.

“Jung Hoseok, or Hobi. He’s a good friend of mine. He likes the same spicy ramyeon as you. I just thought that was funny.” He scratched the side of his neck with a sheepish smile.

Jungkook slumped back into the booth with a quiet exhale of relief, giving props to his brother mentally for his quick save.

“Oh! I know him! He’s dating this girl in my art class. He comes by to walk her to her next class, it’s so sweet!” You let out a dreamy sigh, getting lost in a daydream of Jungkook doing that for you.

“Yeah, that’s him. Her name is Leah. She’s cool. But–,” his sentence got cut off from the waiter who carefully set your designated bowls in front of you. Ji-hun’s nose scrunched up at the obvious spice that wafted from your bowl, he hated spicy foods. They never agreed with his intestines. You clapped your hands together giddily, grabbing your chopsticks and immediately started slurping up the noodles.

Jungkook could hear how you went to town on your food, and couldn’t help the twitch of his upper lip, restraining himself from smiling. Reminded him of himself, and he knew for a fact, his brother was inwardly cringing at the sight. Ji-hun never failing to let Jungkook know how much he despised messy eating.

It was messy, but it was cute. With you, at least. Yet another thing you and Jungkook had in common, he found. You both inhaled your food as soon as it’s set in front of you, not a care in the world of what other people might think of you. He believes you may have something else as well, and wanted to elaborate on it.

“You said you’re in an art class? What kind?” He grabbed his own chopsticks and began slowly slurping up his noodles, making sure juice didn’t fling anywhere it wasn’t supposed too.

“It’s a drawing class. I love to doodle on the daily, so I figured why not make it a thing for a career?”

“What kind of career are you hoping for?”

“I want to be a tattoo artist.”

Ji-hun choked on a noodle that was halfway down his throat when he heard your answer. You grabbed his glass and shoved it into his face, silently telling him to take a drink. He grabbed it gratefully, and after taking a couple of big gulps to ensure the pesky noodle made it all the way down, he let out a relieved sigh.

When his eyes flickered up to yours, they showed nothing but worry. It made his cheeks litter with a light hue, and his ears turn a pale shade of red.

Jungkook now had a full blown smile on his face, not being able to contain it any longer when he heard your career of choice. It made a stupid fluttery feeling erupt inside of his stomach, and his brows furrowed at the sensation. What was happening to him?

“You actually like working with needles?” Ji-hun tried not to sound too surprised, knowing he was meant to act like his brother — cool, calm, collected. The one that likes spicy food, the one that eats messily, and the one that hopes to one day be a tattoo artist.

“Well, I don’t necessarily like them, but I could tolerate them enough to still achieve my ultimate life goal. You know? I mean, you have tattoos and piercings. I don’t. Do you like needles?”

“I—,” he had a look of contemplation on his face as he thought about what his brother would say in this situation. He doesn’t believe that Jungkook has any problem with them whatsoever, and though Ji-hun may have tattoos and piercings, he’s starting to agree with your rationalization. You can like getting them, but still dislike needles. His eyes scanned what skin he could see on your figure, and as far as he could tell, you were telling the truth. You didn’t have any sort of piercings or tattoos. It baffled him.

“I do, yeah. I’m just surprised that you did, considering you don’t strike me as someone who would be interested in such a career, being uh–not having–,” he pointed at his tattooed arm and various piercings on his face and ears.

You smiled warmly at him, not feeling like he was judging you at all, just stating facts. It was refreshing. Normally, people would look down on you and call you a ‘poser’ for your career choice and not having the desire to get any tattoos yourself.

For some reason, you thought he would as well.

You’re glad you were wrong for once.

“Right? Believe it or not, my father is the one that got me interested. He owns the tattoo parlor called ‘Inkphoric’. Have you heard of it?”

He got a sinking feeling upon hearing your answer, as his own dream of being with you slowly started to crack. He’s heard of it, yes. Plenty of times. It’s the one tattoo parlor that Jungkook never shut up about and could only dream of working at one day. And if your father was the owner? That made you his daughter, his legacy. He made the solemn realization that you were perfect, yes, but not for him.

No, you were perfect for his brother, the one you should technically be on a date with right now, believed you actually are with right now, instead of this childish facade.

Jeon Jungkook — the one that was sitting directly behind you and thinking the exact same thing as his brother, with a now sour look on his face upon coming to his own epiphany.

He was beginning to like you, like like you, and that couldn’t happen. Not when Ji-hun liked you first.

*******

Jungkook’s hands were shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, as he brooded behind you and his brother silently. He was going to walk with you and wait until your bus showed up. How chivalrous of him, he thought with unwarranted spite that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Now he was forced to linger awkwardly in the dark, creepy alleyway that wasn’t too far from the bus stop so that he would be able to still hear you both talk.

His head rhythmically banged against the brick wall behind him that he was leaning on. Dead eyes stared at the opposite wall of the alley as he listened to your playful, flirty, banter with his brother.

It made him want to puke.

Absentmindedly, one hand rose up from the warm confines of his hoodie to play with the cross necklace he wore and he couldn’t be more relieved when not even 20 minutes later, he could hear the bus arrive.

He risked peeking around the corner to watch you two say goodbye.

He wished he didn’t.

*******

As the bus came to a complete stop, you gave Jungkook a timid smile.

“So–,”

“That was–,”

You both paused and stared at each other before letting out equally as nervous laughter. He politely waved at you to speak first, small smile on his face.

“I had a good time, Jungkook. Thank you.” You fidgeted with your hands that were clasped in front of you. You debated on whether or not you should go in for the cheek kiss, but was pleasantly surprised when he beat you too it.

Ji-hun let his lips linger on your cheek probably a little longer than necessary, but he just wanted to make sure that he savored this moment and committed it to memory. This would be the first and last time he would kiss you, after all.

As he straightened up again, the bus honked impatiently, seeing as you were the only one the bus driver was waiting for to get on.

“I should go.” You thumbed behind you, awkwardly. You don’t know why, but that small kiss felt weird to you. It made no sense, you having wanted it to happen in the first place. In fact, it was the one major thing you hoped would happen all night.

Did you not like Jungkook as much as you thought you did?

As you went to step up onto the bus, his hand caught your wrist and stopped you. You looked back at him with a look of confusion.

He went to open his mouth, then ended up just closing it and pursing his lips. Shaking his head, he gave you a friendly smile and let you go.

“Just–Can you text me when you get home, please? So I know you arrived safely?”

Your eyes softened at his concern and you nodded your head at his request, giving him a friendly smile of your own.

“I will. Goodnight, Jungkook. You get home safe as well, okay?”

“Okay.”

*******

Jungkook stepped in line next to his brother who watched the bus drive away with a distant look on his face.

“How did it go?” Jungkook asked him warily, noting how stiff his brother’s body currently was beside him.

“JK, for once, don’t play dumb.” His brother’s voice was flat as he spoke.

“I’m not playing dumb, bro. What’s your–,” Ji-hun gave an exasperated groan out of his own sheer disappointment with how the evening turned out not in his favor. When he finally shifted positions to face Jungkook, he saw his brother mindlessly poking his tongue out to play with his lip ring. It was a habit he only ever did when he was anxious or nervous.

He wasn’t stupid. Jungkook knew.

“She’s perfect.”

“That’s good then, right?”

“For you.”

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Jungkook’s flabbergasted expression almost had Ji-hun crack a smile. Almost.

“I said–,” Ji-hun placed a hand on one of Jungkook’s shoulders and held it firmly, shaking it lightly as he spoke. “–she’s perfect, yes. But for you. Not me. You know it just as well as I do, even if I know you won’t openly admit it out loud. But that girl? She’s literally the female version of you. It’s scary, honestly.”

Ji-hun’s body involuntarily shivered from the uncanny way you were too like his brother. Even that kiss he gave you, felt like he was kissing his brother, a sibling, and not you. And that’s when he knew for sure, it would never work out between you and him.

Which only meant one thing.

Jungkook’s mouth kept opening as if he wanted to say something, and then closed when he couldn’t think of anything at all to dispel his brother’s revelation.

“Look. Can you just do me a solid, dude?”

“Anything.”

“Please. Please. Just treat her right. Okay? Don’t fuck this up, or I’ll never forgive you for hurting her.” Ji-hun’s eyes narrowed into his brother’s, and if looks could kill? He would be six feet under. Then, he smiled. It was a genuine smile. It freaked Jungkook out.

“I promise.”

*******

Hey! Just letting you know I made it home safely. Thank you again for a wonderful time! Read 9:32 PM

He never replied back. Just left you on read.

As you laid on your bed, cozy and comfy in your blankets, hair wet from the shower you took, you began to think. Or, as some would say, you began to overthink. A bad habit of yours, truly.

The entire date felt off to you.

You didn’t quite know how to explain it, if you’re being honest. You still didn’t know how. The only thing you did know, was you were very much attracted to Jungkook when you first talked with him. But now? You weren’t so sure.

It’s like he lost his confidence. Which, made no sense at all, from all the stories you’ve heard about previous dates he was involved with. All the girls raving how charming, how cool, how dominant and excellent he was in bed. Not that you believed you would end up in his bed by the end of the night or anything, but you’d be lying if you said you never thought of it as being a possibility.

Most of the date, it felt like it was you carrying conversation so it wouldn’t go completely dead silent between you both. He did initiate hand holding, and gave you a kiss, but it was on the cheek. The cheek. Was that code for him to only see you as a friend and nothing more? You heard from the same female sources that he liked spicy ramyeon, the sole reason why you ordered it in the first place, so imagine your surprise when he doesn’t get the spicy version.

Suspicious.

Okay. Maybe that last reasoning could’ve been chalked up to him not being in the mood for anything spicy, you’ll give him that one. But what really had your mind on overdrive was when he spoke about your father’s tattoo parlor. You had asked him if he’s ever been inside the parlor before. His answer baffled you, but you didn’t let it show and played it off coolly.

He told you that he hasn’t. But always wanted too.

Inwardly, your red flag radar started going off. Outwardly, you kept your composure and welcomed when he conveniently decided to change the topic of conversation.

You knew he was lying.

As a matter of fact, you saw him talking with your father about becoming a possible apprentice not even two days ago. Your father and him even sharing stories and laughter as he thumbed through your father’s portfolio. He didn’t know that you were watching them discreetly, hiding behind the black curtain that served as the ‘door’ to get to the more private rooms for VIP clients and/or those who were getting tattooed in more intimate areas.

“What is going on?” Your eyes scanned over the last text one more time, then you decided to just call it a night.

Tomorrow. That’s when you’ll get answers.

*******

Having just made it out of your last class, you began your trek across the long courtyard. It was when you came upon the center crossroads that your feet stopped moving, feeling like deadweights.

You clutched your binder closer to your chest as you stared at the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

There he was, Jungkook. But he wasn’t alone.

An unknown female was leaning against his shoulder as they both laughed together. You would’ve gotten lost in the way his face lit up, one you’ve never seen before, if it wasn’t for the dreadful fact that it was someone else causing it and not you.

Maybe that cheek kiss really was his way of letting you know he only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

You almost went to turn around and head back in the direction you just came from, your appetite long gone since seeing the two apparent, very happy, couple.

But you didn’t.

You wanted answers.

So, steeling your resolve, you walked with confidence up to the two until you were right next to them, but still slightly behind Jungkook so you couldn’t see his face or him see your figure that currently shadowed him. No, it was the female that first locked eyes with you, an arch in her brow in wondering what it was you wanted. Plastering on a fake smile, you greeted them both.

“Jungkook! I haven’t talked with you since our date, how have you been?” You made a point to say the word ‘date’ louder than the rest, pointedly locking your gaze with the unknown female whilst doing so. Now both of her eyebrows flew up into her hairline in confusion. It had you inwardly laughing to yourself.

The male in front of you instantly whipped around upon hearing your voice, and his mouth fell open at your sudden appearance. One he was definitely not ready for. Not yet, at least.

The female looked at Jungkook with a look of perplexion.

“Uh, Ji-hun? Why is she mistaking you for your brother?”

As soon as you heard the word ‘brother’ fall off her lips, did everything suddenly make sense. Your eyes widened in complete shock and your binder loosened in your grip. Your eyes scanned every inch of his body, and now that you were actually looking at him, you came to a sobering conclusion. Just from his bright outfit alone, it should’ve been more than enough telling, considering Jungkook’s wardrobe mainly consisted of dark colors, his favorite being black. And his cross necklace that always seemed to adorn his neck, wasn’t there.

Holy shit. Just like on the date! It completely went over your head that he wasn’t wearing it that night. He always wore that necklace.

Ji-hun could physically see the gears turning in your head as you came to the conclusion he knew would ruin everything. Not for him so much anymore, but for his brother.

Hands coming up to his defense, your mouth began moving a mile a minute.

“Wait. You have a brother?”

The female answered for you.

“Not just any brother, but a twin brother.”

Your lips pursed, as Ji-hun’s flew open to try and remedy the situation as best he could. He cleared his throat and gave his female friend a sincere apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Tsuki. But maybe we can take a rain check on that study session? I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Sure thing. See you later!” She waved at him with a friendly smile and walked away, immediately getting lost in the cluster of other fellow college students around you that passed by in blurs.

You didn’t waste a second.

“You have a twin brother.” You stated, not questioned. “Jungkook has a twin brother.”

“I–Y/N–Yes.” He gave a defeated sigh and rolled his neck, gripping it with one hand. He could already tell that the weight of this conversation was going to take a toll on his normally drama free lifestyle. Jungkook was right, he should’ve just asked you out on a date as himself.

But, in his defense, he didn’t know that Jungkook was planning to ask you out in the first place. Not that you knew that, of course.

He saw a look of sadness and betrayal flicker across your face, before turning stoic and emotionless.

“Was this all just some kind of sick game for you two? Were you close by that day he asked me out? Did you both pick me out? Did I have a certain look? One that screamed ‘oh, please, pick me to use for your sick mind games and pleasure!’?”

“Y/N, maybe we can go somewhere more private to talk about this? Please? I really want to explain everything, if you’ll let me.”

The guilty look on his face was prominent, he seemed to be beating himself up over this perverse plan. In your own sick way, it made you happy to see him like this. Though it was nothing amounted to way you were currently feeling right now.

“Where’s your brother?” If you were going to have this conversation, you wanted him to be there as well. It was only fair. And you wanted to make sure they gave you the whole truth. Not a fabricated one.

“He’s actually–,” his pointer finger rose, as he pointed off somewhere behind you.

Your head whipped around so quick, you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

There he was in all his beautiful, chaotic, glory.

Jeon Jungkook.

And just like that, all those feelings came back like on that day he asked you out.

*******

They sat in front of you looking like a pair of kids about to get scolded by their parents.

You were sitting on the opposite side of the park picnic bench with your hands folded in front of you on top. Your school supplies laid in a neat pile on the empty space of the bench beside you.

Your eyes flitted between them, brain still registering that there was two of them. How did you not realize after all this time that Jungkook had a twin?! Granted, you didn’t know much about him other than what you heard from others. Still, you figured that important piece of information would’ve come up somehow, but apparently not. Much to your dismay, and utter disbelief.

“Y/N–,” Ji-hun.

“Y/N–,” Jungkook.

Both brothers began speaking at the same time, looking at each other with equally as guilty looks and having a silent conversation with their eyes on who should speak first.

It was Jungkook.

“If you’re going to be mad at anyone, y/n, be mad at me. I’m the one that orchestrated this whole thing. Ji-hun had no idea that I was planning on asking you out on a date for him.”

“You asked me out, as you, only to switch places with your brother on the actual date? Why?”

Ji-hun spoke up next.

“Because I liked you. He saw I was having trouble with asking you out myself, and decided to take it upon himself to do it for me in his own way.” Ji-hun admitted quietly, but loud enough for you to hear as he stared at the wood bench in front of him.

Your brows rose into your hairline at his confession, then your face settled back into a neutral one.

“You liked me? Since when? I don’t recall ever talking with you, so how did these feelings develop?” You asked incredulously.

Ji-hun’s entire being deflated in front of you when he realized that you didn’t remember the night of the party. He should’ve figured as much, with the many amounts of alcohol you consumed, but his hopeless romantic heart clouded his brain.

Jungkook gave his brother a look of sympathy, his hand coming in between the junction of his neck and shoulder in a light grip, as he massaged it gently. He knew this was the origin story of you both, and for you not to even remember it, he knows is a huge blow for his brother.

The interaction between the two brother’s was as if they just found out a loved one had died. And, in a sense, maybe that was true. Not a physical person, persay, but the idea of a love.

Locking his gaze with you, Ji-hun started telling you of the story when you two first met. How intoxicated you were that you could barely take two steps without tripping over yourself, how he stopped a guy from trying to take advantage of your inebriated state and got in his first fight. Though he says it didn’t last long, and no punches were landed by the dude cause he was worse than you were. He told you how he helped you into the bathroom cause you said you needed to throw up, and he held your hair back until you were done. He told you how you two talked about anything and everything on that dirty bathroom floor, him dumping his drink of choice from his red solo cup in order to fill it with sink water when you refused to let him leave your side to get a water bottle for you instead.

It wouldn’t be until Jungkook found you two sitting on the floor of that bathroom, did they both get you back to your place safely. You being coherent enough to call your roommate at the times number and her agreeing to come pick you up. They both sat on either side of you, as you all waited on the front porch steps of the random house party for your roommate to arrive. Once she did, both brother’s took up one side of you, yet again, to get you up and inside the car.

The roommate proceeded to thank them for their kindness and Ji-hun even said he gave her his number to give to you. He assumes she never did, considering he never did hear back from you after that night.

You held your head in shame in the palms of your hands, groaning from embarrassment. You did remember that night, vaguely. It mostly came to you in flashes, but the person who was with you always seemed to be conveniently blurred or just cut out from those memories to the point of you not having a clue who they were.

She never did give you any number.

And you wonder if that would’ve made a difference today.

Butterfly effect and all.

“I’m so sorry, Ji-hun. For putting you through that night. You were nothing but sweet, and I was just a hot ass mess.”

Even though you should still technically be fuming over this whole thing, you couldn’t help but share a second of genuine gratitude and sincerity for his chivalrous actions with you that night. He could’ve done anything, and you would’ve been none the wiser, but he didn’t. It goes to show just how good of a person he truly was. You just wished you felt the same for him as he did for you.

And maybe you could of, in another life.

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. If there’s one thing this whole debacle has taught me, is to look for the silver lining. And I did.”

“You did?” Both you and Jungkook echoed at him in unison, eyes briefly meeting for a second before returning on Ji-hun.

“I did. It’s that you’re perfect for this idiot right here.” He thumbed to his side at Jungkook, who swatted the insinuation away with his hand, cheeks beginning to turn red of their own accord. It didn’t stop his brother from explaining his reasoning further.

With each reason, he held one finger up.

“You both like spicy food. You both are messy eaters. You both have a passion for drawing. And you both have a dream of becoming a tattoo artist. Need I go on?” He looked between you two with an air of ‘go on, tell me otherwise’. “Oh and don’t get me started on how much he rants about your father–,” Ji-hun throws his head back in exaggeration, as Jungkook once again uses his hand to swat the back of Ji-hun’s head to shut him up.

This had you chuckling softly, shoulders bouncing from the action as you covered your mouth to hide the smile that was threatening to come out any second.

Jungkook cleared his throat in order to gain your attention again. Unlike his normal persona he always puts on, right now in front of you, he seemed to be a completely new person. He fidgeted nervously with the cross necklace that hung around his neck with one hand, his tattooed, ring clad fingers tapped out a random beat on the table with his other hand.

“Look–I’m not good with this whole feelings thing, okay?” He started off with a look of what you could only describe as being flustered.

“He’s really not.” Ji-hun quipped in.

Jungkook glared at his twin, who just rolled his eyes in return.

“I’ve never been one to actually take a relationship seriously.”

“Yeah, I know.” This time it came from you, which had him gaping at you in disbelief. Ji-hun snickered at your words with inward glee at his brother’s obvious discomfort.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Jungkook attempts to center himself, closing his eyes for a second, before opening them back up with fierce determination.

“I like you, okay? You don’t know this, but I was there when you were on your date with my brother. You just couldn’t see me.”

You gave a ‘what the fuck?’ look, and mouthed it at the same time. Jungkook rose his hands in defense.

“I swear, I was solely there just in case he needed an out and the date went terribly. Otherwise, I wasn’t going to intervene.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, but this is taking way too long and I have an exam in like two hours I need to prepare for. So—,” Ji-hun stood up abruptly and walked behind Jungkook to place his hands firmly on his shoulders, eyes boring into yours with his next question.

“Y/N, do you like my brother? Yes or no.”

“Uh–,” your eyes blinked, brain trying to register the fast paced way he spoke. “Yes…?”

“Good. And we all know that you, dear brother, like y/n. Yes?” Jungkook nods his head, playing with his lip ring anxiously, as he bores a hole into the table with his eyes, refusing to look at you.

Clapping his hands together, he picks his backpack back up and slides his arms through the holes to secure it on his back.

“Perfect. Now you two hash that out, and I’ll be on my way. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, y/n. Also, once again, we’re truly sorry for this whole thing. But don’t worry, my brother knows if he hurts you that I won’t hesitate to kick his ass. Okay, bye!” He waves at you both with a vibrant smile, as he begins walking backwards. Pivoting in his sneakers, he begins the trek to the campus library, effectively leaving you two alone.

“He does realize that I never actually said if I forgive you two or not, right?” You asked warily.

Sighing defeatedly, Jungkook rubs the side of his neck.

“He knows. This is just how he is, he hates confrontation. Like me, but at least I stick through it until the end.”

“I’ll give you points for that one.”

“Thanks.”

An awkward silence befalls you both, as you do your best to stare at any and everything other than each other. You may have admitted openly that you both like one another, but you were still upset with him.

Standing up, you gathered your own school supplies. Jungkook just watched you silently.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

He eyed you nervously, confused.

“I owe you one for ruining your jacket, so just trust me. Okay?”

You were going to bring him with you to your father’s studio and give him an in depth tour. Maybe, if you’re feeling nice, you’ll even introduce him to your father as a ‘good friend’ to get him on your father’s good side, but we’ll see.

His response was to stand up as well, standing next to you, but at a healthy distance. Considering he wasn’t in college, he didn’t have any school supplies to grab. The only reason he was on campus was to see his brother, and inadvertently, he ended up seeing you as well. Not that it bothered him, he preferred talking it out now rather than prolonging the inevitable.

“I can—,” he gestured awkwardly to your binder and backpack, his way of asking if he could carry anything for you.

“I’m not helpless, Jungkook. I can carry my own things.” You tried to stay serious as you spoke, but when you saw the way he curled into himself at your reply, you gave up the tough girl act and shoved your binder into his chest with a shit eating grin. “I’m just playing, Jungkook, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

He scoffed at you, binder safely secured and tucked underneath his arm as he walked beside you.

“For the record, y/n?” You ‘hmmed’ in response looking ahead of you, he continued. “I know you’re more than capable of doing things on your own. It’s one of the many things I find extremely sexy about you.”

“Oh.”

He smirked at your flustered response, lightly knocking his elbow against yours playfully.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

“Shut up.”

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