lovefool [drabble 5] (jjk)
Pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: where jungkook shows you how much he likes you. ft. taehyung and yuna :p
Word count: 2.1k
Note: WELL its here... i smutted. this is a part of the 'lovefool' au. you can also find the main story on my pinned post! this drabble contains smut- it's mostly smut. + this takes place way after chapter 6 happens.
this is unedited! i'll polish it later bec rn i am exhausted.
You stretch your legs and point your toes, poking your boyfriend's side.
He then casually grabs your feet, places them on his lap and begins to gently press and massage your heel and toes. He purposely avoids your sole because you’re extremely ticklish.
“My feet are too dry.” You complain. Jungkook glances at your expression and back at your feet.
“Want me to suck on them?” He partially lifts your foot, bringing it closer to his open mouth.
While you resist and playfully kick him, you wonder whether he would actually be into it. You just want him to touch you all over, you want to feel his presence on your entire body and soul.
"Come 'ere." Jungkook grunted with his arms outstretched towards you.
He sat back on his end of the sofa.
Somewhat shy, you comply. You fold your legs back and painstakingly kneel-crawl towards his side on the couch.
Jungkook lovingly engulfs you in a tight hug, disabling any movement for you to make.
"Hi." You coyly smile at him when he pulls back, yet holding you close.
You can smell cologne and cigarette smoke on him. It's so sexy. Smoking is terrible, but you find it really hot when he smells of it. But you'd never tell him that.
Somehow, he already knows. He notices the way you get a lot more nervous around him after he's stepped out for a quick smoke; the way you rub up and down your own arms to self-soothe. You start acting cute, give him stupid, big eyes and look away when he catches you.
You think you're being lowkey but you really aren't. It's funny, but sexy funny.
Jungkook's response is instant, "Hey."
"Wanna kiss." You softly speak, still shy.
"I want to love you." Jungkook whispers as he stares directly into your eyes.
You, however, shy away from his gaze and turn your head to the side, opting to look at the laptop screen instead.
Still somewhat in your kneeling position, you lean forward and put your weight on him, indulging him in another hug.
This time, Jungkook sits up before accepting your hug. You bury your head in his chest.
"Why are you acting shy, hm?" Jungkook mocks. "Let me see your face, red delicious."
You know, like the apples? Because you're blushing. Even if it doesn't show, he knows the blood has rushed to your cheeks now.
You keep your face pressed against his chest.
He was a very patient man.
You deeply sigh before finally gathering the courage to actually turn your words into action.
In one swift movement, you get off his couch and stand before him, urging him to get up as well.
When he does as you wish, you hold his hands and lean in to peck his lips.
You kiss on him once. Then again. And again.
Jungkook smiles and keeps his eyes shut as he allows you to find your vibe.
His jeans begin to tighten around a specific region, but he does his best to ignore the animalistic urge to just grab you and start grinding on you. But, you really liked when he did that. You like it when Jungkook takes charge, but it's important for him to know you're truly comfortable and ready, so he lets you lead first. Consent is sooo sexy.
"Babe..." You pout and look at him through your lashes.
You're acting cute again.
"Uh huh?" He teases, acting as if he doesn't know exactly what you're asking for.
At this, you push yourself towards him and sort of, rest your breasts on him. Your breathing starts to get heavier.
Jungkook looks down at the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. He can feel your nipples harden.
"You should wear more dresses like these..." His voice trails off as you begin rubbing his bicep.
The two of you stare into each other's eyes. You see the lust brewing in his (eyes).
You bring your hands to the collars of his jacket and smoothen them out. Your cold fingertips momentarily graze the naked skin of his neck.
Jungkook lets out a low moan. "Babe."
"Hm." You then run your hands up and down his chest.
Jungkook plays with the hem of your white sundress, lightly brushing against your thigh in the act.
Starting to become somewhat riled up, you suddenly grab his hands and place them on the back of your bare thigh, under your dress.
Instantly, he understood what you wanted him to do.
Jungkook dives in.
He tugs you closer by the thighs and kisses you deeply.
Although you saw it coming, you still moan in surprise. Actually, it's more in delight rather than the former.
Slowly, he inches up to your butt, and then your waist and back.
With your hands now making their way to play with his hair, you slightly open your mouth to allow him to suck on your tongue.
Your thighs are tightly shut together as to plug your pussy up as his hands explore your body.
Jungkook kissed and sucked on your lips and tongue. Your teeth knocked against each other's once or twice.
Your eagerness was adorable.
You continue kissing and moaning until you start feeling Jungkook get bigger and harder in his pants, rutting against your stomach.
Slowly and steadily, you pull away from him.
There you stood before him--- your lipstick and gloss smeared on your face, pupils dilated with love and ecstasy, lips swollen and ready to be kissed once again, and drool running down your chin. A little out of breath, you softly smiled at him.
"Wanna show you something." You look down at your chest and start to unbutton your dress.
Jungkook palms his cock through his jeans for a little relief, still breathing heavily.
After unbuttoning the first four buttons, you gently move the pieces of clothing on either side of your breasts.
You flash him your newly bought lace balconette bra. It's white with pink bows, and sheer.
With hitched breath, Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders and runs his thumb along your collarbone. "So pretty, baby. The prettiest girl in the world. _____."
Flattered, you push your chest out a little more.
"Can you... Do you want to touch them?" You embarrassingly reword your question.
"Yeah. Will you let me touch them? Can I kiss them? Can I suck on them? Your nipples are begging to be touched, doll." Jungkook’s thumbs now rest on the top of your breasts.
You blush and coyly nod.
On your affirmation, he roughly pulls your bra below your breasts and they pop out with a slight bounce.
Suddenly, you squeak and involuntarily cover your chest with both hands. Your eyes were squeezed shut and trained down at your feet.
Jungkook chuckled, “Babe?”
“Sorry…” You smile embarrassingly.
“Nuh uh. Do you still want to?” He caressed your cheek.
Once again, you nod.
At that, your boyfriend pries your hands away from your chest and forces them around his own shoulders. You massage the nape of his neck.
He urges you to look into his eyes, and when you do, he swiftly attaches his wet mouth to your nipple.
You gasp and throw your head back in pleasure.
You shift your weight back and forth on your feet, rubbing your things together to relieve the hot, burning sensation in your belly.
Jungkook groans and begins to lick your nipples. He drags his tongue on the circumference of your areola and then from one nipple to the other, occasionally thumbing and pinching them.
He gives equal attention to both your tits, suckling and squeezing them. Never letting one go neglected.
Jungkook teases your nipples with his fingers as he kisses up your neck, making you whimper and gasp.
His fingers circle and rub on your nubs so rapidly and for so long that it begins to overstimulate you.
"Don't stop... please... it's so good-" You whine.
He moans in response, as to say 'okay' and continues the pleasurable abuse on your sensitive nipples and neck.
Jungkook briefly raises his head up to lock you in a sweet kiss.
Before he returns to kissing all over your chest, you stop him, "JK..."
You're out of breath. And somehow, still so bashful.
Even when you've bared your chest for him, you're so shy.
"Tell me, doll." As Jungkook waits for you, he pecks you in random places. First, on your forehead, then your throat, then your sternum, your right nipple and so on.
A little distracted, you shake your head.
You simply resort to a "Jungkook... I want you."
"You have me, _____." He sincerely smiles and kisses your lips.
"Noo..." You cutely exasperated. "Ugh."
"Yes?" Now you had Jungkook's full attention. He stops kissing on you to look you in the eyes.
"Wantyoutotouchmethere." You blurt out in a single breath and look down at your bodies, resting your forehead on his chest.
"Oh." Jungkook smirked, "That's all?"
You roll your eyes at him. "Yeah. That's all." You mock.
Jungkook snorts and returns to lick your nipples just to rile you up a bit more.
You roughly push away from him. "JK! I'm- it's like. So-" You groan, a little frustrated.
You really want him to eat your pussy. It's like yearning to be touched.
Now, Jungkook laughs out loud. "I know, baby. I just wanted to cherish you." He pouts towards the end.
Smiling again, you sit back down on the sofa.
Like a moth to the flame, Jungkook gravitates towards you and kneels in front of you.
Ever ready to give you what you indirectly asked for, he taps your knees. "Open up."
You part your legs a few inches wide when Jungkook lifts your feet off the floor by your ankles and then sort of just, folds you.
You stare at him with big eyes, patiently and eagerly waiting for his next move.
Your core is presented to him as if he were some kind of king waiting to feast.
He rubs you all over your inner thigh, leading to your lips.
Your mismatched white cotton panties with a black bow on it hinders his view of your pussy.
Jungkook's cock is painfully hard, but he chooses to please you first.
You bite your manicured fingers in anticipation.
Your boyfriend leans down to kiss you through the panties. He then places one, harsh lick over it before slowly pulling them aside.
Your hands automatically reach down to hold your panties to the side.
Jungkook smiles down at you. He's almost drooling.
Your pussy glistens in the sunlight.
He traces your slit with gentle touch making you shiver and clench around nothing.
You stretch and point your toes in order to contain excitement.
Jungkook reaches out to hold your hand which you gladly accept. And you kiss his fingers.
Then, finally, he places a soft kiss on your cunt. And then another one, not as soft. And another one a little harder. And finally, he kisses and tongues your pussy. Every touch makes you moan a little louder.
He forces your lips open with only his thumb and index finger and dives in. You whine loudly.
Jungkook purposely avoids your clit. It drives you up the wall. You're wiggling around a little and Jungkook holds you down forcefully.
He pushes your hand to play with your nipples and you do as he wishes. Your eyes are tightly screwed shut and you don't know what to do with your head.
All you know is that you can't stay still. It's too much!
"Oh!" Your mouth forms an 'o' as your boyfriend suddenly wraps his mouth around your clit.
You start to grind against his mouth and rub your own nipples.
Jungkook goes back to licking all over your pussy and clit when all of a sudden you hear a loud cackle.
Immediately following that comes the most annoying screech you've ever heard.
Ok, you know that noise.
Your eyes snap open and you look around to find the source of those sounds, but you're a little confused.
A little pussy-drunk, Jungkook takes a while to pull away. Instead, you quickly push his head away from you.
At his door, stood Taehyung and Yuna, who had now covered her eyes. Taehyung, of course, just gawked shamelessly.
He instantly snaps your legs shut and cusses, "Dude, what the fuck?"
"Dudeeee. Don't let us stop you, we're only here for the oven." Taehyung laughs and struts into the room.
"Nice tits, _____." Taehyung directs at you.
Still a little hazy, you smile sweetly, "Thanks!"
Jungkook and Yuna's heads snap towards you in shock.
Wow... What had he done to the shy _____?
You only sighed dreamily and slumped even deeper on the couch.
Jungkook then took it upon himself to re-robe your naked tits.
Soon, Yuna walks into the room and sits diagonal to you. Neither of you acknowledge each other.
Typically, you'd be frustrated and embarrassed about being caught nude, but right now? You're ecstatic.
You're childishly enjoying Yuna's bitter expression. You're cheesing so hard on the inside.
And as if Jungkook sees right through you, he leans in and kisses you. "Stop that, you little monster." He reprimanded half-heartedly.
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lovefool [6/6] (jjk)
pairing: jeon jungkook × reader
genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut
summary: your boyfriend’s pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.
word count: 5k
warnings: pretty tame mentions of parental negligence, almost smut at the end.
note: yeaah this is it for lovefool !! um 😁 i had fun writing it! i will add to this au through drabbles as i've already mentioned before :D hope you like it! and sorry it's a little longer than the other parts!
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There are around a little less than three full sentences that you’ve conjured up to say to your boyfriend. In your haste of being quick (and dramatic) after considering Jungkook’s schedule, you were NOT ready for the conversation you needed to have.
One would assume you’re only running away from your problems which would still be okay because then you’d have time. The time you need to spend, sincerely thinking about exploring your options.
Things may seem bleak now but there’s always daylight after a dark night. Unless, you account for the Arctic Circle during summers, then this analogy doesn’t make sense, but you know you have a thing for cliches and the dramatic.
“_____, bloody shower already! Wash your hair so I can dye it tomorrow!” Sana’s screech brings you out of your thoughts.
“I’m not sure I want to dye my hair, Sana, bleaching itself is scary...” - “Bleaching is the only scary part, genius. And I already bought pink dye and purple shampoo for you!”
“I’m sorry,” you frown.
Sana softens at your guilt-ridden demeanour, “Hey, it’s no biggie, it doesn’t expire until next year. I’m sure I can get Jungkook to convince you. You’ll have matching hair colours! It’s fucking cute, babe.”
Sana smiles sweetly. “Now, shower. Now, now.”
“I will! Soon.” You pout.
“Okay! See you in the hall room.” She pats you on your butt before strutting away.
You swear your indecisiveness is genetic. As much as you’d like to blame your family for yet another thing from a really long list of ‘defects’, it’s pointless and a waste of time. All of this was on you. And Yuna. And Jungkook, but mostly yourself.
Taehyung has called to check on you twice now and unsurprisingly, he refuses to disclose any details about what you might have to prepare for. ‘I’d much rather you speak directly to Jungkook, I really don’t want to risk changing your mind for the worse—or better. Just know I will continue being your friend no matter what comes out of this,’ he had said.
And that got you wondering.
Are you truly prepared for the ‘worse’ outcome?
You don’t want to deal with a breakup and you don’t want to deal with Yuna. It’s highly unlikely that you may never see her or Jungkook again after your presumed, hypothetical breakup. It’d kill you to see Jungkook still around the person who kinda sorta pushed you, his presumed and hypothetical ex-girlfriend, away.
Honestly, deep down, you really wouldn’t blame him if he stuck with her.
If you had a relationship like Jungkook and Yuna’s, you’d struggle to ‘choose’ as well. You don’t expect him to throw away years’ worth of a friendship for or at the cost of a two-month long relationship.
At the same time, you would most likely disintegrate if you saw them become more than just best friends. You almost retch at the imaginary scenario.
How funny would that be? Very not.
Instead of getting yourself worked up over what may be, you Rory Gilmore it up.
You make a ‘pro and con’ list.
It sounds unethical to base your decision to date or not to date on a list of whatever reasons, which could very well end up being shallow and more logic based than your emotions and feelings.
Lucky for you, you don’t have a single logical bone in your body. You’re frantic and last minute. The most planning you can do for this ‘conversation’ is this, no doubt, very trustworthy ‘pro and con’ list.
Jungkook communicates with you solely over text and it’s a lot less frequent than usual. It’s awkward because he doesn’t try to push anything on you and you didn’t expect it.
You can’t help but think he may slowly be pulling away from you.
The distance has done nothing but make you miss him and want him more but you’re worried it’s only because you’re afraid of losses and change. You’re scared he doesn’t feel the same for you. You don’t want to be on a different page than him.
Before you psych yourself out over the possibility of Jungkook not wanting to be with you, you prepare for your little list.
The notepad you use to scribble on was on Sana’s desk, out of your reach.
You frown, not wanting to move from the comfortable blanket and throw pillows you were tucked under.
You think about ringing Sana but you had bothered her enough with tucking you in earlier that day, so you forgo it.
Then, you mentally list your cons of breaking up--- you’d miss him, this would wreck you, it would possibly wreck him, Yuna would swoop in, Jungkook and Yuna would form a hate club and then they would kiss.
The pros would be--- you will not go through an emotional break up that would destroy your routine for a while, Jungkook realises he liked Yuna all along and it’d be harder for him to break it off with you because he is the nicest man you've ever met.
And now, you realise you lack a clarity of thought and all your thoughts are based on your insecurities.
You want to call Dr. Min but it seems a little excessive and spineless to ask him what you should be talking about with Jungkook.
Thought dumping is always an option. You could leave it all up to Jungkook. Whatever his decision is, goes.
This is coming from a very cowardly side of you--- letting other people take control of you and your life. It’s difficult to unlearn something you’re so used to doing. Recognising it is a good first step, though. So says Dr. Min. You owe him your life for the changes he’s making for you.
You confessed to him how grateful you were but he’d insist it was a collaborative effort.
In all honesty, you want Jungkook so badly. You want to be consumed by him, give into him. And if you put your insecurities away, you would stop running from this wonderful man. You can acknowledge his inexperience but it’s not like you’re any better. In fact, you’re more childish than he is. You don’t know any better than he does.
It’s still a young relationship and it’d be such a shame if it ended so suddenly without reason.
The only aspect you need closure in is this inner war you have with yourself.
Again, it doesn’t happen overnight. ‘Rome wasn't built in a day, but it burned in one.’ (I forget who says this.)
You despise those “self love” mantras--- love yourself, you’re beautiful, you’re perfect, believe in yourself, you’re enough, you deserve better--- it’s all a load of bollocks.
You know relationships are hard work, you know you have a lot to sort out within yourself, you know you have a lot to tell Jungkook about yourself and it’s never going to be perfect. Nothing is perfect.
In a way, you’re grateful for the little bumps because it trains you for future adversaries (?) too dramatic? No?
The little tremors reassure you that you’re on the right track. If it were all smooth and seamless, you’d be more suspicious and paranoid. Ironically, those are factors you experience now as well. For a different reason.
“Hey, doll.”
Your eyes blinked open. Was your brain messing with you or did you actually hear Jungkook?
You crane your neck up from the soft pillows. The pillows and blanket did not aid you in any way, pushing you down further.
“Jungkook?”
“I hope you don’t mind me coming to you first---” He paused at your expression.
Your face was a true index of your mind. Erratic. Disbelief. Confused. You swore you had decided to meet the following day.
“See, I waited till today and I couldn’t stop myself.” He continued.
You establish that he’s here. It settles in.
In a way, this is great, you aren’t overwhelmed by anxiety from waiting and overthinking more than you already have.
For some reason, you aren’t upset that he showed up before decided. After all, you did miss him.
Sitting up on your bed, you watch him awkwardly shift his weight from one leg to another, debating on taking a step closer to you.
You’re really happy to see him yet you contemplate running into the bathroom to avoid him for a bit but immediately shoot that thought down.
It’s only insecurity about your appearance. You wished you didn’t look like you hadn’t showered or slept or eaten well in three days.
The silence is so loud when the closing of the front door breaks it, indicating Sana’s leave. She gave you privacy.
“I had begun to forget what you looked like. It’s been so long.” Jungkook almost whispered.
It had been a little over two weeks.
The mention of your looks made you a little self-conscious.
“_____.”
“Hm?”
“Tell me what you’re thinking about... please. Do you want me to leave? I’ll come back tomorrow; I swear.”
You stretch your legs out on the bed, revealing your thick, fuzzy socks and unshaved legs. It didn’t bother you at the moment because you didn’t notice it.
You point to Sana’s bean bag with your toes, directing him to make himself comfortable. You hope she won’t mind and make a note to wipe it down just in case. He obliges.
Discreetly adjusting your night dress over your thighs under the blankets, you stare directly into his panicked looking eyes.
"_____..." He starts again. Bur you cut him off.
“Honestly?” You begin, “I’m a little annoyed.”
“Because of me?” Jungkook points to himself with his thumb.
You frown, “Kind of? But not really. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No, I meant--- Jungkook, I thought- I had your word. About tomorrow? Not today.” You stutter, unsure of your tone.
“I know- it’s an asshole move to just, ignore you and force you to talk to me and I promise you, I will leave immediately if you don’t want me here. I just wanted to make sure you’re OKAY. I wanted to make sure you’re still… I don’t know- here, with me.” He looks worried but so well rested. Fresh? And pretty.
You would have no idea he was this worried just by looking at him.
You furrow your brows, “I won’t deny that it was an… asshole move, as you put it, but...“ You struggle to maintain eye contact with him. “I am happy to see you. I missed you.”
Those words came as a relief to Jungkook, who now had a small smile graced on his lips, “You are so important to me.” It was the most random afterthought.
Your eyes welled up at that. It wasn’t supposed to happen this early on?#&!@
“That feels good to hear.” You respond weakly. “But, I have so much to tell you. Ask you. But, mostly tell you.” You pause, “I want you to be prepared to take everything in.”
“I promise you, I’m here. I’m with you.” Jungkook extends his hand for you to hold.
You restart your sentence thrice before getting a hang of what you’ve half heartedly rehearsed.
“It’s a shame I don’t have a cocktail in my hand right now,” you nervously laugh.
Jungkook playfully scoffs, “Can I sit with you?” You pause, “No, I haven’t showered yet.” “That’s okay.”
You smile at the ground. “I have to start with, like, my upbringing, my family life, relationship- whatever.”
Jungkook tilts his head forward to indicate he was attentive.
“I haven’t had the best role models as a child. I’m lacking in many ways and I doubt I will ever feel completely confident in myself, at least for now. And none of this is-“ You find an object or something, anything to focus on. To compose yourself. Jungkook’s finger tattoos. His hands distract you for a second before you get back on track. “It’s not your fault. And it’s not your responsibility to make me confident. I know, I’m the only one who can change that.”
You can see it on his face that he disagrees with something you said but the floor is yours at the moment. He respects it.
“So, I’ve never really had anyone tell me that I’m doing okay? I swear I can explain this better...“ You scoff to yourself.
“Don’t worry.” Jungkook reassures you. “You’re good.”
Jungkook contemplates whether or not to ask to sit closer to you. He shook his head and let you lead him instead.
“Wow, I hate being this vulnerable. Ahh….” You pause for only a second or two, not wanting to break your flow.
“I have never been sure about anything in my life, stuff most people would find easy to, uh, operate through. I didn’t know where I’d be now a year ago, I could never plan for anything. I don’t have plans. I don’t have a goal or a dream. And, I didn’t know if that was… normal or okay.”
“You know? Things like, do I want to study more or take a break? What am I good at? What can I do that would help me in any way in life? How do I, I don’t know, grow a backbone…? Am I even stable enough to bring another person into my life?”
“Just the usual stuff.” Jungkook interrupts.
You smile a little, “Sure.”
“Up until I started therapy with this really great psychiatrist. Min Yoongi. That’s his name,” You looked up at Jungkook, feeling your lower lip quiver, “And he- I think, I mean I know this is incredibly weird but he has taught me a lot more in months than my parents have in years.” You squeeze your eyes shut.
You try not to let it affect you but fail. It’s a reaction you’re far too familiar with when you mention or even think of your parents. Even in passing.
A sob escapes your lips. “I feel guilty for talking about them this way. They have given me everything they could. I’m not ungrateful. I don’t want you to think I-”
“_____, I understand what you mean. Nothing you say right now will change my feelings for you.” Jungkook attempts to comfort you.
He was lucky enough to have the privilege of being paid attention to and loved. He knows this very well.
Besides, he wouldn’t dare make assumptions about you even if you kicked a child in their face.
You chew on your inner cheek to stop yourself from breaking down, “I respect my parents as people. I really, really do but I can’t go back to them. I can never do anything right for them and they’ve ruined possibly every future relationship of mine- any kind of relationship- I can’t trust people. It has held me back so many times…”
Jungkook switches his place from the little chair to kneeling on the floor next to your bed. Placing your hands in his, he kisses your forehead.
That simple action does it for you.
It’s like a dam breaking open when you finally give into him.
Your nose is warm, probably red and leaky and your cheeks are wet from the tears. His hands squeeze yours tighter than ever. “It’s okay,” he mumbles over and over.
You gently pull away from him. It has barely been a few, ten to fifteen minutes since he got here and you find yourself getting exasperated--- exasperated at yourself, at your inability to stay stable, to come up with non-nonsensical sentences and at the inability to make a decision for yourself.
You give yourself a minute to breathe. You’re so tired you want to fall back on your bed and go to bed already but you refrain.
Jungkook’s instincts had kicked in.
He’s confronted with a social situation where he’d usually be panicked and confused. But for some reason, he was able to calmly steer through it.
When it suddenly dawned on him; Jungkook wasn’t being his usual defensive self, he didn’t feel cornered by you.
Not like you blamed him at all, he naturally went into ‘dad mode’--- in the most non-creepy way possible. Actually, ditch that metaphor, let’s settle with ‘boyfriend mode’ instead.
He snaps out of his thoughts when you sigh.
“Jungkook, I like you. I can’t help but feel… not enough- inadequate for you. You deserve way better than some childish, stubborn, stupid girl, but I like you so much I can’t navigate--- anything.”
“_____, I wish you could see how perfect you are to me.” He pouts.
“But, I’m not!” You digress.
Grabbing on to his shirt, you sob harder into his chest, “And don’t say things like that.”
“Why not? I really, really like you, _____.”
“Stop it. I’ve hidden so much from you.”
He envelopes your tired body with his sturdy arms. It almost energizes you. He has such strong effects on you.
“Well, it isn’t on purpose that it turned out to be this way. It’s your own defence mechanism, I get that.” Jungkook pulls away from you and grabs your face in his hands, forcing you to stare directly into his eyes, “I know you won’t accept it but none of this, anything, is your fault.” He pauses, “I mean it.”
“But, that’s not everything---”
He squishes your face as if to silence you.
“I’m here until you ask me to leave.” He doesn't stop there. “And even if you were keeping these feelings inside you on purpose, I would never- and I mean never, ever blame you for whatever.” He adds.
You secretly wished he would stop being so lenient.
One would argue that it’s the bare minimum but you still think he’s too good for you. It’s just something you aren’t used to.
Yuna’s involvement has not been discussed yet and you’re dreading bringing it up. You don’t know how he would react to her even though it seems to be going well at the moment. The build up to this moment finally ends.
“I appreciate that,” you whisper. “It’s a work in progress.”
You sit in silence for a few seconds. It isn’t awkward. It’s just weirdly serene and cathartic. The moment is possibly about to be disrupted though.
While you contemplate the beginning of your next snag, Jungkook thinks of telling you about Yuna. He hopes you won’t take it too hard.
“Before you say anything, I know how much she means to you and I’d never ask you to choose between us, ever. I can see that bond you have. I know we probably won’t see eye to eye on this.”
You focus on him, “Yuna does NOT like me. At all. I have accepted it, you should too.”
“Hear me out, before you counter attack--- I have learnt to be okay with Yuna, well… it is still a work in process, but it’s still happening! And I understand that she's your best friend!” You exclaim, low-key convincing yourself of it.
“Hey, give me some credit here.” Jungkook whines. “She came over the other day, I sent her away.”
You visibly freeze.
Things had slowly started piecing themselves together in Jungkook’s head. And, oh, how incredibly stupid he felt. The look on your face says it all. He understands that you weren’t expectant of him to do anything about the ‘Yuna situation’. It embarrasses him.
“What happened? Did she say something?”
“Oh, yeah, she said a whole lot. She even dressed like you,” Jungkook laughed. “It was crazy.”
Crazy? :(
“Crazy? Why?” You sadly ask.
“NO! NOt because of the- ok, no, wait.” He gulps, “She had like a floral dress on and she did her makeup like you do yours. And you usually have the glossy lip thing going on, I know because I love getting it all over me,” Jungkook scrunches his face in false bliss, clutching his chest.
You stare at him in astonishment with your mouth dropped open a little. Then you shook your head.
“Tell me what happened.”
“Right, I guess she came to do what you wouldn’t.”
You blink owlishly. You don’t know what this means.
Why was he being so cryptic?
“Sorry! I didn’t mean to sound cryptic, she just… showed me this other side of her that I didn’t know existed. Or, didn’t realise existed, I don’t know.”
That was so freakish, you didn’t even say that out loud. You sigh at him.
“Jungkook, I’m having trouble understanding you,” you rub your eyes roughly to wake yourself.
“She wanted me to break up with you. It… was this whole thing. She spoke of you terribly. She wanted me to choose between you and her.” He smiled humourlessly, “Obviously, I had to shut her up so I asked her to leave. Kindly.”
“Kindly?” You repeat, confused. It’s a weird detail. “Yeah, I mean- I made her leave. I haven’t spoken to her ever since.”
Your expression dulls, “Jungkook, when was this?” “A while ago. It was the day you texted me about tomorrow’s date.” You cannot read his expressions. You don’t know what to feel. He looks determined but then-
You gently raise your hand and bring it to his face and wipe a stray tear on his face.
“I’m sorry, hon. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”
“It felt wrong. I understood she was part of the reason you and I fought. I should’ve sent her away that day when she yelled at you.”
“You gave her the benefit of doubt. She’s your closest friend. I understand the issue- reluctancy, I mean.” You reason. “I’m sorry it turned out like this.”
“Hey, this is not on you, not one bit.” Jungkook shook his head.
You accept it, but still argue, “Yeah, I mean if I had told you about it before… I don’t know. I’m just sorry. Have you tried talking to her?”
“No. I didn’t want to,” He sighed, “Not until I’ve talked to you about it. I need to get my shit straight.”
“It’s great timing too.” You allude to his finals, sarcastically.
“Pfft, she sure does have her way of revenge.”
"She who?" You tilt your head in confusion.
"The time." He says it like it was the most normal reference ever.
“The time is a woman?” You pout.
“Of course. Like God. God is a woman, didn’t you know?” His banter lightens the mood by a small percent.
“But, really. Have you been well? I don’t imagine a fight as big as this to have no effect on you…” You trail.
He smiles cutely, “I’m a strong boy.”
“Besides, I only found myself worrying about you rather than Yuna. She scared me a little.” He adds.
You blush at his confession. “I’m sorry,” you grumble.
“Don’t be!” Jungkook startles you, “I like thinking of you.”
You shy away from his gaze.
Jungkook is trying to bring his pathetic self to properly address his role in this whole debacle. He lightly massages your thigh, unconsciously inching his high higher up. The presumed dead butterflies in your belly began to revive ragefully.
In all honesty, he’s afraid of losing you. He doesn’t want this to go badly.
“_____. Seriously, though. I ignored all the horrible things she said to you.”
“You didn’t!” You squeak. Because of both his statement and his hand nearing your centre.
He abruptly places his hand back on his lap, not noticing your embarrassment, “No. I need you to know that I was in the wrong here. Me and Yuna.”
“Jungkook, no. You- she’s your friend for a much longer time than me. I think it gives her more credibility than me. I mean, I wouldn’t have noticed either. I don’t blame you. Please.” You breathe out. “I’m sorry I walked out so suddenly during dinner that day, before your study break. It really set the tone for the weeks that followed.”
Jungkook's jaw clenched, “No, you don’t have to be sorry. I made it uncomfortable for you.”
“It was mostly her.” You point.
“Mostly!” He catches on making you cringe, “You don’t have to sugar-coat for me, doll. I want you to be comfortable enough with me to tell me I fucked up.”
He had mistaken your reluctancy for nonchalance and security when it was the stark opposite.
He really, really, screwed up.
He knows you’d never blame him because you’re the sweetest girl in the world but he wasn’t beneath taking responsibility for what he did.
“Really. I don’t blame you. She kinda called me boring and a drag or whatever on your trip and you agreed so it hurt me a little more than I- I don’t know. It’s in the past!”
His eyes widen in horror, “_____, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she- I agreed?” - “I- yeah. Like, when I begged to tag along, she had said I’d bore you or something? I don’t remember. It’s okay, Jungkook.” You try to change the topic.
“_____, I’m so fucking sorry, I definitely heard her wrong! You aren’t boring! I thought the trip would bore you! Or overwhelm you, my friends are obnoxious for people who don’t know them, that’s all. I promise.” He tucked a few stray hairs from your face behind your ears.
“I know that now.” You press your lips together, making your cheeks stick further out. “_____.”
He lowly whispers, “You’re my favourite girl.”
“You’re my favourite boy.” You look up at the origami hearts dangling from the ceiling, “Although, Taehyung isn’t that far behind.”
Jungkook’s mouth opens and shuts almost instantly. You grin and squeeze his hand in yours.
“Ow. Nails…” Jungkook softly whimpers. You giggle at him, smoothening his palm out, “Sorry.” “Yeah? Kiss it better.” He demands.
You pretend to think, “Hm…. Maybe tomorrow.”
“_____!” Jungkook whined harder, “That’s unfair, I haven’t even hugged you for weeks. Did you know I had to get by hugging Taehyung instead? He always smells like lilies and sandalwood; I’m used to your vanilla and peach!”
“Lilies and sandalwood?” You quiz, genuinely interested. Jungkook suddenly clears his throat, getting off the floor.
“I’m going to spend the night.” He side tracked.
You blush, “Sana would never allow it.”
“Pfft, she helped me set this up, doll.” Jungkook cockily stretches his arms over his head. She did?
Oh? Oh. Oh, no wonder she tried to push you to shower.
“_____.”
You look up at Jungkook who intensely gazed at you. “Yeah…” You whisper.
“Are we better now?” His voice is tainted with uncertainty. You can see fear and slight sadness on his face.
You know he’s still mourning his best friend.
He doesn’t show it out of respect for you but you make sure to remember to bring it up later. You’d hate for him to go through this alone.
“We’re much better now.” You hold his hand.
You never wanted him to come to this. There’s a fleeting thought of breaking up with him so he wouldn’t have to lose such a huge part of his life.
Somewhere, you felt at fault for everything that happened.
If you didn’t exist for him, he would never have to choose. On the other hand, you’re glad he chose you. But you can’t help but wonder what could’ve happened had Yuna been nicer. It’s your insecurity and trust issues speaking again.
And, who’s to say he would really go back to Yuna? You could be taking away his happiness regardless. You make note of the not very subtle self-depreciative thoughts.
You stand up and look up at him towering over you more prominently, “Stop,” you giggle.
“What?” He smirks.
You whine a little, “You’re doing that alpha male thing!” To which he takes great offence. His brows scrunch.
“WHO taught you that word? Taehyung? It was him, wasn’t it? Ahh, what is he doing making my girlfriend laugh?” He exasperates, mumbling off some ineligible words.
He puts his arms around your body and squeezes you close to him, “Don’t ever leave me like that. Except if you want to, I will not invade you. You know that, right?” He backtracks and reassures you.
You swore you heard a shiver in his voice. “I know.” You promise.
Jungkook sweetly smiles at you making you a little aware and conscious about the way you looked at the moment.
You hoped he didn’t focus on your dark circles too much, or at all.
Jungkook cuts your thoughts off by leaning down to kiss your ear. It tickles. Goosebumps litter your skin.
Jungkook sloppily leaves wet kisses up and down your jaw and neck. His hands caressed your waist. He knows it tickles you. You press yourself harder against him, not knowing what to do to soothe yourself.
Jungkook kisses the top of your breasts through the open collar of your dress. You gasp and clench your toes.
He moans like it’s the best thing he ever put his lips on. Jungkook rubs his face in between them and bites and sucks on your semi hardened nipples through your dress.
He groans about how much he missed feeling your tits while your heavy breathing turns into wanton moans.
He takes his sweet time, dragging his wet tongue around your nipples one at a time, giving them both an equal amount of love, before reluctantly pulling away.
You’re eager for him to just pull your dress down and suck on your bare tits.
But then, you hear an annoyingly loud ringing sound.
“Argh, fuck. Whose is that?” Jungkook rasps.
“It’s coming from your phone.” You complain.
“Oh,” Jungkook deeply sighs and let’s his arms drop from around you to find the source of the ringing.
“Fuck,” Jungkook cusses when he spots his phone. You nervously frown, “What happened?”
“Study group. Shit, I didn’t realise that was today.” He shows you his alarm reminder titled ‘STUDY GROUP REMINDER CALL’ in all caps and everything.
Not even a second later, you see the name ‘Jia’ along with a photo of a very gorgeous girl flash on his screen.
“Jia?” You pout. Jungkook stares at you for a second, then at his screen, “AND Chris and Yugyeom and Karina! Study group!” He quickly adds.
You giggle, “You should answer that.”
“Hm? Nnnghh, I’ll catch up tomorrow.” He opts.
“JK, no. Study group comes first. You have people depending on you.”
Also, you really want to shower and shave for him.
“Brat.” He throws at you, playfully sizing you up, looking you up and down.
“That’s YOU!” You scoff.
He licks your cheek, childishly, “I miss my shy baby.”
“Shut upughh, bye.” You blush, pushing him away from you.
He hates how right you are about the study group and kisses your lips briefly before answering his friend’s call while simultaneously setting up his laptop and notebooks on your table.
He wastes no time joining their group call.
And now, you’re left with two funny-looking wet spots on your tits.
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