#fuckboi jimin thirst trapping jimin is back

[opaljm]

I AM SPEECHLESS. HES THE FINEST MAN ALIVE 🥵🥵🥵

#literally screaming and crying #shaking #fuckboi jimin thirst trapping jimin is back #jimin: sexiest man alive #no printer only fax #chatty!naia #my baby jiminie

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 jock!jungkook—a much needed thread.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  Jeon Jungkook, third year

Football player and part time fuck-boy (< Jimin said that). He's apart of many different clubs cause he likes the extra activities and the bonus points he gets as credits. A lot of people know him, he's got a snapchat score of more than one-hundred thousand (red flag!1!).

Jungkook's a cool guy, he's messed with a lot of girls but he doesn't take them seriously. Probably only had like one serious girlfriend out of all of them but he ended that real quick cause she wasn't it. Always at the frat parties cause his fraternity throws them lmao. Beer ping-pong enthusiast here!

Drives a black Mercedes Benz, likes to light it up and make thirst traps for his Instagram. His insta is literally only one pic, posts a bit more on stories when he feels like it (rarely). Gym rat with Namjoon. He don't do much outside of school if he's free, often stays at home playing different video games.

Nice "fuckboy".

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  y/n l/n, second year

In the nursing program but mainly majors in accounting/business. Talks to a lot of people but isn't friends with many. Really nice, too sweet for your own good. Lots of people like you, but they also take advantage of you cause you're a little too slow.

Airhead here! Really clueless half the time and is really slow. The nicest way possible you're a dumb bimbo. Likes to wear low cut tops a lot and cute miniskirts with tennis shoes but forgets to wear safety shorts a lot. Carries a big heart underneath those big tits—

Half the male population wants a piece. You have a lot of followers but you don't follow them cause you're busy following cat accounts. Major Animal Crossing and Sailor Moon fan right here. Posts a lot of thirst traps unknowingly. Owns a bunny. Said bunny sleeps on tits.

Hates clothes when at home <<<

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Are you two dating?? Yes-No.

You act like it. Nothing is official and people are like what the fuck? Especially Jimin. No one is more confused than Jimin. Like what the fuck you mean you're not dating? But you're hitting it?!

It's complicated, you both beat around the bush around that topic but are extremely loyal. Like Jungkook still messes around with other girls but doesn't fuck them? You're too dense to notice any other guy flirting so sex is off the table for you.

Carries your bag around cause you complain it's heavy. Has bought a Nintendo switch just to play Animal Crossing with you. His mom loves you and your mom loves him. Lap is your permanent chair, face is your gaming chair—

Hand? On tits. Always.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ But you fuck? Yes. Just yes.

Only happened cause he helped you out and you kissed his cheek in return which somehow turned into you giving his dick a kiss and then yeah. Titty galore. This man loves your tits, always leaves a mark and never misses a chance to squeeze. Ass is amazing too but titties..

"Maybe you shouldn't wear any panties when we hang out." "Hm. Okay. I don't like clothes anyways. ^^"

Creampies to the max. Jungkook likes watching your dewy folds stick to his cock whenever he slides out and then pushes back in. He'll fill your pussy and then watch as your pussy gapes around nothing and strings of creamy cum slips from your cunt. Challenges himself to make you cum more then three times in one go.

Got the chubbiest and softest pussy ever. You're a creamer. It's Jungkook's most favorite thing in the world. He'll fuck you slowly just to hear the soft noises your cunt makes. He'll have you on all fours with your chest flat on the bed and ass high in the air. Your hands will come back to grip your ass cheeks and hold it apart to show off your pretty holes.

Jungkook's a huge fan of taking photos of you naked and filled with cum. He'll even video tape you two fucking either from a first person pov or just set the phone up on the nightstand.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  Ummmmm but the relationship status?? Very much giving "mine and I'm not sharing".

hiiiii this is a small series i’m considering writing! might turn it into a fic hehe with lots and lots of dirty smut. though, i’m willing to write your ideas based on this thread!

#bts smut #bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook

[foxymoxynoona]

Tell Me What Changed (Pt. 3)

Banner and lines by the talented @awrkive

Summary: Alex and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood –actual best friends. She is NOT in love with him, for real, and wishes people would stop assuming that. Why does no one question if he’s in love with her? Huh? But it might have to do with his successful fuckboy status, while Alex is very much… not that. Which is fine and doesn’t matter! Until Jimin’s impending wedding leaves her eager for a date and willing to put herself out there, and Jungkook can’t believe what happens next.

Fuckboy Best Friend JK x OC

CW and tags: fuckboy behavior, jealousy, pining, heartbreak, angst, bad language, explicit sex, sexy photos, alcohol, f2l, who knows what else

Read on AO3 here or below

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Jungkook scrolled through his camera roll as he stretched across Jimin’s couch. Jimin and Namjoon were talking about something boring, so instead he flicked through selfies, looking for something worth posting. He’d taken a few at the gym but realized the weights didn’t look as impressive sitting behind him. He thought about doing a before/after photo of his biceps using a photo from high school but decided posting a high school selfie would backfire. He was already doing a bit of damage control after he’d accidentally answered a Facetime with Anita while trying to actually reject it because Camila was sucking him off, which had of course been obvious. What had been less obvious to Jungkook was that Anita had thought going to the arcade meant something. Because it was a double date. Because he introduced her to his friends.

Anyway, she’d posted some passive aggressive shit on his insta, and Alex had not waded in to defend him this time because she was busy trying to shake her mom off the scent of a potential husband in Hoseok, so Jungkook had laid low for a while. Fewer social media posts. Let some attractive people DM him, asking where he’s at. Hearts from girls who hoped everything was ok.

But he was bored of laying low now. Hook ups weren’t an issue, but he longed for the steady ‘ding’ of notifs as people thirsted over his traps.

He paused on a particular photo to admire a different kind of trap, the muscle kind.

“Damn, upper body day’s really paying off,” he mumbled to himself.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” He didn’t even look at Jimin, just ran through a couple captions in his head before deciding on one. Posting the mirror selfie of him with a loose tank top clinging to his damp torso, pecs and abs looking good through the thin fabric and skin with a healthy glow after he’d just come in from Namjoon’s pool, he captioned it: leg day 😉 not my bathroom, don’t judge the creams. Because they would judge the drug store brands and the aged look of the toothbrush. He didn’t want that to distract them from his funny joke. Because his legs weren’t even in the picture but his upper half looked banging. It was ironic! 

Several instant likes put him in a positive mood as he turned in for Namjoon to complain, “But I’ve sent like two dozen messages to girls and gotten maybe… five messages back? Including the ones that were obviously bots.”

“They must be pretty bad if even you figured out they’re bots,” Jungkook weighed in.

“I’m not an idiot!”

“Yeah, no one thinks you’re an idiot, ignore him, he’s got his head up his ass about something else,” Jimin assured Namjoon, waving his hand dismissively at Jungkook.

Who scowled and assured him, “My head isn’t up my ass about anything. The fuck are you talking about?”

Namjoon had already forgotten him though and sighed, “Hoseok said this was one of the good ones…”

“Sure but he still met Alex through work, not an app,” Jimin pointed out.

Jungkook pulled out his phone, no longer interested in joining their conversation. Of course Alex had brought Hoseok around to dinner and of course Jimin, In’am and Namjoon had loved him. Now he had the sinking feeling that Taehyung and Sabina were probably going to love him too. Maybe even more of the circle –their extended friends, the girls who were off-limits to him because of their friendship with Alex, maybe even the girls he had fucked but who would suddenly turn their attention to this unavailable dude who would spend the whole evening squirming around like he had to piss every time something made him laugh.

“Look, you don’t have to meet your soulmate, it’s about getting back out there,” Jimin encouraged. 

“You’re better off meeting someone through instagram,” Jungkook suggested. “I get mad–”

“If you’re about to say ‘mad pussy’--” Namjoon sighed.

“I’m just saying, you’re a good looking guy, maybe post something besides pictures of your back as you look at walls in a museum…” He trailed off as he skimmed through the likes and comments pinging in on his new photo.

Including one from Alex!

I don’t get it

His eyes narrowed as if she could see him as he responded to her, “It’s a joke.”

Her response was almost instant, “The photo? Yeah I see it now.”

“See what?” he asked, ready for whatever fight she was bringing. Wasn’t she hanging out with Hoseok right now anyway? He was pretty sure she was, hence why she hadn’t been “able” to come to Jimin’s with him. Sure enough, when he clicked on her avatar, it took him to her story, three videos in a row of her running through those water-shooting fountains downtown with Hoseok, giggling when they each narrowly missed getting splattered. That exhibit was outside of the Blake Modern, a common high school field trip he’d been on years before and never had the urge to repeat.

“Maybe you should just date Hoseok and Alex,” Jungkook scoffed. “They’re at the Blake Modern right now.”

“Ah! I wonder who they went for. Napoleon Jones-Henderson and Raul de Nieves are the two big exhibits right now,” Namjoon mused, missing the joke.

Jungkook turned his phone to show Namjoon a photo of Hoseok posing, face down and away, in front of a white wall with big colorful lines coming down from the ceiling in a way that formed several visual circles.

“Oh, Eva LeWitt is still there–”

“There, solved your romance for you.”

“Or he could just date Hoseok when he and Alex break up,” Jimin suggested. “Or he could date Alex! Isn’t that what you mean?”

Jungkook’s eyes rolled out of his head, “He doesn’t want to date Alex.”

“I don’t,” Namjoon admitted with a laugh, “Even though I know she’s great! I didn’t think she liked museums much…also 75% of the time I’m convinced she barely tolerates me.”

“She doesn’t like museums, probably yet another thing she’s doing to impress that guy…”

“You know,” Jimin said. He suddenly slid from the chair to the couch beside Jungkook. His fluid movements made him look utterly conniving. “Maybe we should set you up with a profile on that app too.”

Jungkook laughed, giving Jimin an incredulous look as he reminded, “Did you miss the part where I said I already get mad pussy?”

“Yeah but what if you could get… happy pussy? Loving pussy? Committed pussy–!”

“Uh… no thanks? I’m good.” Jungkook patted his shoulder and shot Namjoon a look like what’s up with this guy before turning back to his phone. 

“But… are you?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“It could help you meet people,” Namjoon suggested with a broad gesture as if this was a problem Jungkook had just mentioned they had the perfect solution.

“Uh, I don’t need help meeting girls. Did you guys miss the part where I get–”

“Yeah yeah mad pussy,” Jimin waved his hand. “But the girls you meet just want to fuck.”

Jungkook shrugged, “Most of them. Some of them would be down to date but I don’t want a girlfriend so I try to avoid those –too much risk of hurt feelings, you know?” Sigh, Anita.

“But now that you don’t have Alex, maybe you want a girlfriend?”

Jungkook glared, “What does Alex have to do with what I want?”

“You just seem kind of bitter without her–” Namjoon started, while Jimin quickly corrected, “Lonely. You seem kind of lonely.”

Jungkook shook his head, understanding their concern now, and assured them, “Nah, it’s not that. I mean yeah she’s gone a lot now and stuff and even if she’s home, she’s talking about Hoseok, or texting Hoseok, or he’s there–”

“Yeah exactly–”

“Ok, but I’m fine, I can last it out.”

“Last it… out?” Namjoon asked, nodding as if he understood but with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, I mean they’re spending a lot of time together but it’s not actually that serious,” Jungkook explained. “They aren’t even having sex yet.”

“Woah woah–”

“Ok, that’s not our business–”

Jungkook rolled his eyes again and argued, “Oh come on, we’re all in each other’s business all the time.”

“Yeah because you flaunt your business.”

“And Alex flaunts her lack of business. If you even bring up sex she gets all red-faced and starts slapping you like an angry little penguin–”

“Dude, don’t call her a penguin,” Namjoon sighed.

“Why not? What’s wrong with calling her a penguin–”

“I mean it’s just not a flattering bird to call a girl–”

Jimin let out a loud sigh, “God, the two of you…” The front door opened, the sound of keys and bracelets jangling together announcing In’am’s return. Jimin called to her, “Help! Save me from these two idiots!”

“Hey!” Namjoon cried. “Don’t lump me in with him. I got married–”

“And divorced,” Jungkook defended. “I make sure not to step in it that deep.”

“Yeah you don’t step into it at all. Mr No-Commit and Mr. Overcommit over here. Save me,” Jimin whined as In’am dropped her bags by the front door and sauntered over. Jungkook tried not to watch the way she leaned down, arms winding around Jimin’s neck as she kissed him on the forehead. It felt outrageously intimate to do in front of guests in this context, even just them, even though he recognized it was just a kiss. Things between them just always seemed so intense.

“Sorry babe. You picked ‘em, you diaper ‘em.”

Namjoon and Jungkook both immediately protested as In’am just laughed and ruffled Jimin’s hair. His gaze trailed after her as she disappeared through the kitchen, calling back a mundane question about dinner plans, Jimin answering with that same domestic familiarity. It didn’t sound that different to Jungkook and Alex shouting across the apartment to figure out where to order from or if they were going to pep talk each other into cooking something better. God forbid Jungkook answer that he just ate; Alex would grill him about why he’d eaten without her, what he’d eaten, if he had leftovers, why he hadn’t thought of his poor starving roommate before he selfishly hoarded his food. His smoothies and salads would make her roll her eyes but she’d still demand her share; it was about the only way he got fresh vegetables into her that weren’t doused in arguably delicious but high-sugar, high-sodium sauces… Alex once went like nineteen days without taking a shit because she’d been too stressed to eat right or forgot or something stupid and he’d had to take her to the emergency room and he’d worried about her fiber intake ever since…

Well now Hoseok could take her to the emergency room when she went too long without taking a shit. Jungkook was officially off ER duty with her since she had this new boyfriend –who she wasn’t even having sex with yet. They’d been dating like six weeks now… that just seemed like a bad sign to Jungkook. Right? Like who in this modern day and age dated someone as incessantly as they were and didn’t fuck by six weeks? He’d asked if Hoseok was one of those wait-until-marriage guys but Alex had said no and then looked like she was going to scratch his eyes out, so he hadn’t ask more. But it just seemed like a bad sign to him. Not that anyone was asking him but… seemed bad.

In’am and Jimin were both helping Namjoon with his dating profile now. Boring. Jungkook was bothered by this insinuation that he was failing in some way to not have a girlfriend when in fact it was because he didn’t want one, and he didn’t really care about Namjoon’s dating profile either. So when enough messages went back and forth with Seychelle to form a cute ice cream date down the block from his apartment, he bounced to watch a gorgeous girl lick her way through a strawberry ice cream cone. 

Alex kicked her legs like a toddler, perched on the backless bar stool in Hoseok and Seokjin’s shared apartment. She’d nearly slipped off the stool multiple times, not just today but over the course of the month she’d been coming here now. These chairs were a menace she was determined to conquer. 

“You need to buy new stools with backs on them,” Seokjin had told Hoseok once, catching Alex in the act of trying to pretend it hadn’t just happened.

Hoseok, who hadn’t seen, was baffled and asked, “Why? These are nice! I got them at Pier 1 when the– at that one that closed down and liquidated. You remember it?” Apparently Hoseok and Seokjin had made multiple trips there and basically bought them out. It explained why everything in their place looked like it was from a catalog.

Now she felt like Seokjin was watching her to see if it would happen again. Maybe it wouldn’t happen so much once the things were broken in but they still had too much of a bubble, the faux-leather too slick. Lack of ass to date. The slippery fabric of her dress did her no favors. I’m a beautiful drop of dew on a sleek blade of grass, she thought to herself, trying to find balance. Better that than I am an awkward baby seal on an ice shelf, plummeting to my death with a sneeze.

Hoseok sat on the stool beside her, perfectly at ease, though sometimes he twisted side to side in an over caffeinated fidget. They had both worked the morning and her energy was waning after dinner with Hoseok and Seokjin at their place –cooked by Seokjin, who was that kind of guy who cooked so well you wondered how he could possibly have evaded marriage this long. She hadn’t asked him that question directly yet… she was thinking of Rebekah and Minxi, ok? Maybe with one of them around, she’d feel a little less like three kids in a trenchcoat every time she entered their clean, well decorated, well-equipped apartment. An apartment for adults. 

There were several reasons she didn’t bring Hoseok over to her place often. That was definitely one of them. Another was that Seokjin was an even better and more willing cook than Jungkook. Another was that no one was likely to come stumbling out of the bathroom using her hairbrush or smelling like her lotion. And another was that–

Well, that this was aspirational. She wanted to belong here. She was going to learn. And Hoseok, bless that man, was apparently patient enough to teach her. Their afternoon at the museum had actually been a lot of fun! She’d thought it would be boring since she used to go for school field trips, but Hoseok was such a cool blend of fun and introspective. He could come up with the most beautiful explanation for a work of art, but was equally not above admitting “I have no fucking clue what I’m looking at… someone really did this?”

“Well the first airbnb has three rooms,” Seokjin said as he toweled off the clean dishes and put them back in the cabinet. “But the second one has those cool little cabins so we could double up in them and there’s a fire pit and a grill in the middle.”

“Hm….” Hoseok said, lips pursed. Alex had no fucking clue what they were talking about. 

“Or,” Seokjin continued, “We just all get rooms at the resort.”

“That’s the one,” Hoseok grinned. “Let’s do that one!”

“Really?” Seokjin laughed.

“Yeah! Comfy beds, plumbing, air conditioning, pool access, room service–”

Seokjin sighed and shook his head, “Ok ok, I get it. I knew you were going to go for that one. Tate and Milena did too. Luisa’s down for either. Alex?”

“Ah I didn’t– shit–”

“Hoseok, are you serious?!”

Hoseok looked mortified and Alex just continued to look between them, more confused by the second. Hoseok waved Seokjin away –he strode off after hanging the towel on the oven door, laughing and shaking his head.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Alex admitted. “You’re going on a trip?”

“Oh well see… I wanted to ask if –it’s very last minute. We’re all going up to Lakeville for a weekend because… well, just to relax and have fun. We’re all working hard and it’s summertime, right? The store is open, I deserve a weekend!”

Alex nodded supportively, “Yeah, you do!”

“So… do you want to go with me?” Hoseok’s eyebrows raised. He quickly added, “We can room together or you can room with Luisa if you’re more comfortable with–”

“Oh, you need to room with Seokjin?” Alex asked to cover the way her heart was suddenly banging pots and pans in her chest. Hoseok was asking her to go away for the weekend with his friends? To Lakeville? That was where grown ups went. It was all nice restaurants and bars and lake activities and country clubs and resorts –definitely out of the price range of her friends. They’d graduated years now, at what point would she stop feeling like they were all just overgrown college students? 

“No, I’d rather room with you,” he said. “But… I mean, if you want to go but you’re not comfortable–”

“No it’s not that. I uh…” Alex trembled with her want –no, need to go. A weekend away with her boyfriend! At a resort! No work, no other friend commitments, just relaxing and eating and drinking. “I want to go but uh… how much is the resort?”

Hoseok laughed and waved his hand, “No, I’ve got that. You just need to pack a bag, that’s it.”

“Wait but… it’s expensive–”

“I’ve got it covered, really! It can be a kind of two month thing… ah, that my friends are along for,” he covered his face. “But we don’t have to be with them the whole time! We can do our own thing and join them when we feel like it.”

Sex. Was that what he meant? She couldn’t tell with Hoseok –but that was something to think about at another time because obviously if that’s what he meant, she was down for it! She was ready! Excited, even!

“It sounds really fun.”

“Oh. But… it’s ok!” he told her, smiling and waving his hands. “I thought it might be too soon or you’re busy–”

“No! I mean, I’ll have to see if I can get off work but– but I want to go. With you. It sounds like a lot of fun! But I feel bad if you’re paying all this money.”

“I’m paying either way,” he insisted. “If you come, I’ll just get to have more fun.” He winked at her and she felt those bubbles low in her belly. Damn he was hot. He was so hot and while they’d by now had many a good makeout session on that couch and even in his bed, hands had barely dipped beneath clothing yet. Was he not eager? Was he waiting for her? Was she not obvious? Was she hesitating?!

“I want to go,” she told him, leaning forward to see if he’d kiss her. “Let me put in the request, tell me the dates.” He leaned forward, all smiles, to kiss her. It turned into giggles when she leaned too far and promptly slid off the stool; he moved quick to catch her, but slid off himself and they stumbled to the side several steps before they were steady.

“Want me to give you a ride home now? Or want to watch a movie?” he asked, glancing at the TV. 

“Um…” Alex pretended to think as Seokjin appeared from his room, sliding his wallet and phone into his pocket, headed off to his bartending shift. He made what to Alex seemed like crazy money at an upscale bar downtown where Hoseok teased he charmed men and women out of their savings accounts. Alex believed it. 

“You kids don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Seokjin winked and waved over his shoulder.

“I’ll stay for a movie,” Alex confirmed. Yes, she was tired, but if she fell asleep on the couch snuggled up with Hoseok, so what? It was nice. He was snuggly and she was getting snugglier too as she got more comfortable with him. It was kind of scary to have this new person to squish up against, and believe that he wanted her squished up against him! But wonderful. But scary!

Her first boyfriend trip. Wonderful and scary!

It took her some time to ease into it once they were down, the lights were low, and the movie was on. Hoseok slung his arm around her shoulder without a second thought but it was kind of heavy and the scent of his deodorant was too strong in her face. She twisted, trying to find a way that was comfortable. Her pants dug into her hips painfully, and then her knees hurt from being at an odd angle because if she sat all the way back, her feet didn’t actually touch the floor. 

“You’re squirmy,” Hoseok teased, dragging a tassled pillow over and handing it to her, as if that would solve everything. She wrapped her arms around it, not sure what else to do, and found that actually did help her settle. Hoseok’s arm draped across her and she hugged it to her, pillow sandwiched between his elbow and her stomach. Her head could rest more easily against his shoulder now. Sometimes his fingers tickled her knees, which she realized were flushing. Damn her legs! Who flushed in their legs?! The tickle of his fingers made her nervously need to pee but she was finally comfortable and not going to move until her bladder forced her to. She was too happy, snuggling with her boyfriend, so just shut the hell up, bladder! 

*

She fell asleep on the couch but Hoseok woke her to drive her home –after she peed like a race horse while running the sink so he wouldn’t overhear and think there was something wrong with her. 

The apartment was quiet and dark when she got in but Jungkook’s door was closed so he was in there, with a girl judging by the heels by the door and the purse on the dining room table. She saw it as she shuffled into the kitchen to find a snack because Seokjin’s healthy dinner had worn off and there was no way she’d be able to fall asleep with those tummy grumbles. 

She stole a packet of Jungkook’s ramen because she was out and settled on the couch to watch something, scrolling Netflix, keeping her mind empty. No reason to freak out about a weekend away with Hoseok. No reason to overthink why they still hadn’t had sex yet. No reason to get all blushy thinking about how wild it was that she and Hoseok kissed like, on a regular basis. It still felt tingly and exciting and fresh and nerve-wracking to her–

“That’s my ramen.”

She peered guiltily over the back of the couch at Jungkook. He looked like he was glaring but she suspected he was just still half asleep, hair ruffled, eyes bleary, shirt on backwards. Sleeping naked with whoever he had in the bedroom probably but drawn out by the scent of ramen.

“I’m out,” she admitted. “I’ll pay it back.”

Instead of answering, he let his hand fall heavily on her head, shoved it forward, then he stumbled towards the kitchen. She could hear him rustling around over the quiet, dark moment of her TV show, the click of the stove knobs. She slowed down her broth slurping so she still had food to eat when he eventually sank down on the couch beside her with his own.

“I would've made you one if I knew you were up,” she said.

“I just woke up.”

“Your nose did, huh? You’re like a dog about food.”

“I know what my ramen smells like,” he defended. He still blinked but a little more alert as he took in what she was watching with a roll of his eyes. There were plenty of dramas he watched with her, but he found this particular J-drama nauseating. ‘Saccharine,’ he had called it, and she’d nearly broken a rib laughing at him for sounding like such an intelligent snob. And also because he had clearly heard his mom saying that, Eomma Jeon had the same taste in dramas he did. 

“You were gone late,” he said after a while, cheek full of noodles like a hamster. “I thought you were spending the night over there.”

“Shut up.”

“What? Wha– it’s just a comment,” he frowned. “You don’t want to spend the night there?” Just as quickly he added, “Or you do and he won’t let you?”

Alex bit her lip in her haste to answer and clutched her hand to her mouth, eyes squeezed shut in pain. 

“Wiggle your toes,” he commanded, his go-to when you were in pain because he’d read an article about how it could override the nerves telling your brain there was pain somewhere. He always said it. Even when she’d broken her fucking wrist trying to ride his dumbass skateboard years ago.

As soon as it passed she corrected, “Actually he invited me to go on a trip with him in a couple of weeks.”

“What does that have to do with spending the night at his place?”

“Because you’re saying he doesn’t want to sleep with me, but if he didn’t–”

“I didn’t say that. I don’t know, maybe he just doesn’t like having girls over all night. I prefer to go to someone else’s apartment for sex too. You could have him here if he’s like that, I don’t mind,” Jungkook shrugged.

“Gee, how magnanimous of you.”

“Yeaaaah I am pretty magnum–”

“‘Magnanimous’ you decrepit toad.”

“That’s a really mean insult,” Jungkook teased. “Like I get the toad is old and infirm but to use that as an insult is just– I mean we’ll all be old and infirm someday–” She just reached out and shoved her hand against his face, managing to make him dribble brother down his chin. It made them both laugh, and Alex sloshed broth onto her knee and the couch. “Noooo now it’s going to smell even more like…”

“Like what?” she gasped. “What were you doing on our couch?!”

“No, I mean like whatever we smell like! Like food and–”

“Jungkook Jeon, we said no fucking on the couch–”

“Ahhh I didn’t mean that,” he sighed. “I mean maybe our apartment has a certain smell to it–”

“You think our apartment smells?!”

“Yeah, like us, right? I don’t think it’s bad, I don’t mean that, but maybe other people don’t like it… Seychelle said something about it… it smells like food or something in here.”

“Food.”

“Yeah.”

“Is Seychelle the one in your room? It smells like us and the food we eat in here, so? If she has such a fucking problem with that she– was she sucking your dick when she complained about the way we smell? Like what the fuck?”

He waved his hand, “No no, just when I first brought her in here she said that–”

“Well then she can go fuck herself in her own place next time.”

“I just meant is that why you don’t bring Hoseok over here?”

Alex just stared at him for a moment before pointing out, “You didn’t say anything remotely like that.”

“Ok but I did–”

“You didn’t. I don’t not bring him here because it smells weird, I– I don’t know, his place is really nice,” she shrugged. “And you two don’t really get along so–”

“We get along. I hung out with him at Namjoon’s dinner thing no problem, right?”

“Sure…”

“I thought we got past the arcade thing…”

“We did,” she said, and lifted her bowl to drink so she could not say something for a minute. It felt like they were veering into a weird place and she didn’t feel like going there right now. They’d fought about the arcade disaster for a few days and then made up like they always did. Jungkook had promised Alex could divulge one thing to his mom as retribution for him ratting her out. She was waiting for the perfect thing to present itself and in the meantime was holding her mom at bay by the tried and true tactics of 1. Going to see her mom less and 2. Whining moooooom, stop it and stomping away every time it came up. 

And Hoseok and Jungkook had been around each other since then, the rare one time Hoseok came over for dinner and the more frequent times when he had to wait for her to finish getting ready. The dinner. Jungkook was awkward but polite to Hoseok. She saw it.

“Ok… then…”

“I don’t know. This place is just so our grungy lifestyle but–”

“It’s not that bad. Why are you saying it like that?”

“You were just telling me you think it smells bad!”

“Yeah but I mean women will still fuck me here. If it was that gross they wouldn’t. Seychelle is just kinda… stuck up or whatever. I just meant is Hoseok the same–”

“No,” she answered emphatically. “No, he’s not like that at all. His place is just really nice–”

“Well we can make our place nicer,” Jungkook shrugged. “Like I bet his TV isn’t as big as ours, right? And you can get some couch pillows at Target or something.”

“Why me?”

“Y-gene cancels out the shits you give about pillows–”

“Hoseok has couch pillows.”

“Ok… ok so he can help you pick some out, that’s great. Maybe one of those like big rugs in here.”

“We have carpet in here.”

“Yeah but people do that, right? They put a rug on their carpet for decoration–”

“I don’t think we need more carpets.”

“I’m just saying if you don’t like the way our apartment looks we can change things up,” he said and she thought he seemed kind of offended. “Besides once we get that Slushee Maker it’s going to be a game changer. This place will be lit.” His words sounded like a joke but he seemed sincere. Alex thought he probably really did mean it sincere and it was endearing, her big dummy best friend. God bless the woman who he fell in love with someday, but it was endearing.

She smiled and admitted, “Yeah, that’ll be great.”

“Does Hoseok like Slushees?”

“Who doesn’t like Slushess?” she insisted. “I bet he likes Slushees. I bet he does… he’s not some like elitist asshole or anything.”

“Yeah, I didn’t say that!”

“Ok… just… he’s not.”

“He’s a rich guy or whatever basically, compared to us, right? He must have made good money at corporate. Now he’s taking you on a weekend away…”

“Yeah up to Lakeville.”

“No.”

“Yes,” she admitted, grimacing, laughing, embarrassed but also proud about this.

“I was kidding about im being rich but–”

“He’s not rich, he just makes more money than us.”

Suddenly Jungkook looked genuinely worried as he pressed, “How are you going to afford– you’re not spending your Europe trip money, are you?”

Alex felt an immediate flush of shame. She hadn’t even thought of using that money for this trip with Hoseok. It wasn’t that impressive of a fund, considering how long she’d been saving. Since college, actually! Originally they’d all been saving, but then Namjoon had used his on his divorce, and Jimin’s was going into his wedding, and she suspected Taehyung’s had been spent on that week in Paris with Sabina. It might be just her and Jungkook going on that backpacking trip, if either of them could actually put forth the effort needed to actually figure out how much they needed and book the damn thing…

Still, it was a chunk of money she had and she should have thought of it and offered it for this trip with Hoseok. That was fair, right? There was still time. 

But also she didn’t want to…

“You are.”

“No,” she said, “I didn’t say that.”

“It was on your face– look, it’s your money to do what you want with–”

“No, I feel bad because I didn’t even think about that… but… I should, right? Like I shouldn’t just let him pay for the whole thing.”

“Yeah you should let him,” Jungkook nodded. A noodle dangled down his chin. Alex reached over and shoved it into his mouth. “I mean, did he offer?” he clarified, wiping the broth off his chin.

“Yeah, he said just to bring a bag.”

“Oh then yeah, definitely, just let him–”

“But he doesn’t know I have a little savings thing for–”

“For going to Europe. He invited you on the trip so let him pay, he makes more money and he offered.”

“Yeah but how would you feel if you were the guy in this situation?” she argued. “Wouldn’t you feel taken advantage of?”

Jungkook immediately snickered, “Well, I’m sure I’d get enough head to feel ok about it… Not that you need to do that! I’m sure he doesn’t expect that. I mean you guys aren’t even having sex yet.”

“Yeah, right.”

“... Right?” he asked, looking suspicious. At her eye roll, his voice literally brightened as he asked, “Hey, do you think he’s asexual?” with a little too much enthusiasm.

Alex groaned and demanded, “Why do you think that everyone having less sex than you is asexual?!!?”

“Because why wouldn’t they be having as much sex as me if they like it?”

“Because maybe not everybody is good at it! Maybe it’s not that great for everyone! Or maybe it’s kinda scary to some people to be all… naked and close like that!”

“Ok yeah, if he makes you uncomfortable like that you should definitely not–”

“No he doesn’t make me uncomfortable about it, I just think there’s more to life than sex–”

“Geez calm down,” he laughed, which made her start to feel more annoyed than she actually had been. “You’re all red.”

“There’s just a lot of things you can do before sex so what’s the rush?” she huffed. “We have our whole lives to fuck!”

“Oh.” Jungkook looked taken aback. “Other stuff like…” 

She went goggle-eyed at him, “Are you kidding? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Ok ok I just didn’t realize you were blowing the guy already–”

“What?! I’m not! I… mean…”

He let out a sigh and nodded, “Ah, it’s like that, ok…”

“Like what?!”

“Look if you need pointers–”

“Oh my god, I know how to blow a guy, ok?!”

“Do you?”

“I do!”

“Because you didn’t blow Yoongi so–”

“Well I tried–”

“Yeah that’s why I’m offering but– ok, it’s fine, you know what you’re doing, whatever.” He held his hand up defensively then pushed up. Now she felt crappy and defensively pulled her bowl back when he reached for it. “It’s… empty.”

“Don’t be a jerk just because I haven’t had as much sex as you.”

“I’m really not. It was a sincere offer in case it made you more comfortable with Hoseok. You know you’re safe with me and you can ask me anything and I swear I won’t even be weird about it.”

“Wait,” she gasped, “are you asking me to blow you for practice?!”

“Jesus Christ, Alex, no, I meant asking questions! You know, with fucking words?”

“Oh,” she let out a sigh of relief. The thought of Jungkook taking his pants off in front of her, just here on the couch, and her settling down for a lesson in how to– fuck, it shattered her brain right now. It was the middle of the night. She could not handle the way that started banging around her empty skull.

Thank fuck Jungkook asked, bringing them back on track, “Does he have more experience?”

“I don’t know. I’m assuming so since…” She didn’t make eye contact but let him take her bowl. “Since my experience is like… not a lot.” His absence gave her time to settle and sulk; she could hear him rinsing the bowls out. She stared at her drama still playing, but she wasn’t very interested and didn’t care to rewind to see what she’d missed. When he came back, he had a glass of water he sipped from and then handed to her to finish. She thought he’d go back to bed and the naked girl that was in it. Seychelle.

Instead he flopped down on the couch again, a little too close so he sort of sat on her leg. She whined and shoved him off, but they were still pressed against each other once he moved his ass. He hadn’t said anything since he’d taken her bowl, and she got the distinct impression he expected her to say something. That he was patiently waiting for it. Like he could see there were words trapped behind her teeth that just needed a little patience to escape.

“What if I’m just really bad at sex and he dumps me?” she finally asked.

“Then he’s a fucking asshole.”

“Yeah but… he’s not. I still can’t believe he likes dating me and I think he’s probably really good in bed and–”

“Doesn’t matter how good he is. If he doesn’t like you enough to be patient while you get comfortable and learn then… kick his ass to the curb. I’ll even do it for you.”

He talked so casually about it. He made it sound so easy. When she was alone in her room, she felt that overwhelming need for Hoseok that had her reaching for her nightstand drawer and the pretty purple vibrator inside. She felt bold then. Determined to make her move the next time she saw him.

But then when she was around him, she’d get all tingly but in a private way. It made her shy. They made out and she was getting used to that, that felt good, but she was still just so aware that it was another person touching her, that she was touching a man, that it could go somewhere further, and the reality of it just made her feel so awkward.

It was her, she realized. She was the problem. Not because Hoseok was doing anything wrong. Maybe he was just slow to move physically too, but she might be giving him the sense she didn’t want him because she was feeling shy… maybe that’s why he was inviting her, because he really was hoping to seduce her and see if she was just shy or a total stick in the mud about sex!

But she wanted to be seduced! Even if that was a sentence she would die before speaking out loud! She wanted to get past her nerves and have a sexy sexual relationship with this sexy man who wanted to date her. Because he must want to, right? Have sex? Unless he just liked her personality and not really her appearance. It wasn’t like she was glamorous or anything. Just average. Cute but average, that’s how she’d describe herself in all honesty. She would have said more before but compared to how pristine Hoseok was, how just ethereally pretty he was, cute was where she maxed out.

“Hey, you don’t think he…” She trailed off, finding herself unable to actually say it.

“He… what?”

“No, nothing. I don’t know what I was going to say,” she admitted. Jungkook couldn’t help her answer this one. She’d have to take the risk on her own. The trip with Hoseok while they were staying in a hotel room and having fun all day and probably drinking would be the perfect opportunity for her to relax and take a leap of faith. It would be fine. He wanted to be with her! He cared about her. He must also be attracted to her. What could go wrong? 

The cup was empty but she didn’t feel like getting up, so she just threw it down the hall towards the kitchen. It bounced noisily along the floor and against the wall.

“Hey, Seychelle is sleeping–”

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, don’t wake her up,” he said through a yawn. “Then I have to go deal with her.”

“You’re such an ass,” she laughed. 

“Yeah, you’re the lazy asshole who just threw a cup down the hall instead of getting up or just like leaving it there.”

“If I leave it there it’ll stay there forever.”

“We could have my mom over for dinner–”

“I swear to god if you’re suggesting having your mom over so she’ll clean our apartment I will gut you–”

“That’s not why, it’s just a perk–”

“Oh my god–”

“Hey, I do the dishes when I go home! She gets perks too! I buy her flowers for no reason at all sometimes!”

“Yeah you’re both a good and terrible son. Remember that year you got me flowers for Mother’s Day–”

“Because you had a hamster!”

“--and my mom thought it meant–”

“--that you were pregnant–”

“--that you knocked me up,” she said at the same time. 

An awkward pause followed. 

“Uh… wait, what?!”

“You knew that!”

“I did not know your mom thought I got you– but we weren’t even dating–”

“Yeah I know, but obviously I wasn’t having sex with anyone and you were always around so– and you got me flowers!”

“Because you had a hamster! You were a furry mom!”

“I’m sorry… what?”

“No, not a furry mom like that. Like a furry mom with a pet.”

“Jungkook.”

“What?” he whined, obviously hearing his own words finally. She couldn’t even stop laughing hard enough to scold him. “Leave me alone, I’m tired.” He was so charming when he did that pouting thing, no wonder both their parents let him get away with anything. So unfair.

“You’re such a whiny baby. You’re the one who started talking about furries.”

“Fur mommy–”

She clamped her hand over his mouth and insisted, “Seriously, just be quiet. You’re getting into that giggly sleepy phase, you’re just going to make it worse until you start crying and then your face is going to get all puffy and Seashell is going to wake up next to that.”

“Seashell…”  He started to cry. 

“There they are. There are the giggles.” They were noiseless at first as his face scrunched up, eyes closed, smile taking over as tears escaped and curled around his cheeks. His teeth caught the light from the TV as he giggled, curling up against her arm. 

“God you’re so mean,” he giggled. 

“Did I get her name wrong? Say it again.”

“No, I’m not saying her name again. Put a different show on,” he said, suddenly serious, like he’d just swallowed the laughter away. A bubble of it caught in his throat. It sounded like he was going to throw up. His lips tightened into a thin line, trying to control it. More tears snuck out. 

“Oh, baby, you’re crying,” Alex said, dramatically wiping them away, knowing it would get him giggling again. Sleepy sober Jungkook was honestly one of her favorite of his many forms. It was just so fucking funny the way he crumbled, and few people got to see it! 

It worked. He wiped at his own eyes as she victoriously fished the remote up from the ground and backed out to find something else to watch with him. She complained and slapped his ass when he rolled close to wipe his tears off messily on her shirt sleeve. 

It took them more than five minutes of scrolling to find something they could agree upon. And it was pointless because as soon as the show started, Jungkook shrank down on the couch and let his head fall to Alex’s shoulder, and within two minutes he was snoring, one hand thrown across her lap, palm up, fingers in a relaxed curl. 

Alex made it five, curled up with her knees in his lap and her nose pressed against his hair until they toppled sideways, snuggling up together without waking.

Jungkook had big plans for the day. Big. After work, he was going to head to the gym and shower, get that out of the way, then he, Taehyung, and Namjoon were heading to the Japanese place that had opened near Namjoon’s house. Supposedly their sushi boats were cheap but good and they had the plum wine that the old Japanese place they loved had, the one that had shut down last year and they hadn’t found a good replacement for yet. This could be it! 

“I can’t believe you’re going without me,” Alex lamented as she stomped through the hall of their apartment, arms full of the toiletries she should have packed last night. Hoseok would pick her up at ten, after Jungkook had already left for work. She had talked big game about packing last night and then played video games with him instead.

Jungkook tailed after her, pausing in the doorway of her bedroom to point out, “Hey, you could stay and go with us. You’re the one choosing to miss it.”

“I’m not skipping a weekend with my boyfriend to eat sushi with you guys but…”

Boyfriend. Jungkook didn’t comment. It had been a week since Alex had come home from a dinner with Hoseok and some friends of his she hadn’t met before, during which he’d introduced her as his girlfriend. Jungkook had heard every detail about it. And heard the word ‘boyfriend’ about a million fucking times in the past six days.

“I���m just saying, you could have gone next weekend,” she sulked.

“Sorry, life doesn’t pause just because you’re skipping off to Lakeville.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically and batted him out of the way so she could leave again. To get more toiletries, make up, sunscreen.

“Little optimistic, huh?” he teased.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“As if you wash your face every night,” he snickered, noting the very full bottles of toner and serum and even the eye cream she’d bought when they’d visited the makeup boutique where Alex’s older sister worked. May was as girly and frilly and snooty as Alex was not, and they had a complicated relationship that Jungkook had watched with a sort of horrified fascination from afar. His relationship with his older brother was so much easier by comparison. Jin-hyun was a jock turned engineer, recently married and with a baby on the way and they hated each other almost as much as they loved each other. See? Simple!

“Shut up, you don’t get it. Hoseok has like a routine. Every night, every morning. I can’t look like my boyfriend takes better care of his skin than I do.”

“But… he does.”

“Yeah, but–”

“And that’s sexist. This is 2022, Alex. Your boyfriend can be prettier than you– unng,” he grunted as she punched him hard in the stomach. Her height always worked in her favor when she did that; she could really shoulder her strength into his gut if he didn’t have enough warning to protectively flex.

“I’ll kill you. Go iron your polo and let me pack in peace.”

“Don’t forget your tampons,” he called over his shoulder.

“The fuck do you know?”

“I don’t know, don’t periods usually start right during this kind of thing?”

“I swear to god if you just jinxed me–”

He snickered to himself as he left her to it, going to make his breakfast smoothie to drink while he styled his hair, covering up a few pimples along his jaw, before heading to his room to pull his work uniform on. Always hair and face first, so he didn’t run the risk of getting gel or concealer on his shirt. He’d made that mistake early in his career and one of the assholes had teased him all day that he had crusty cum on his collar, despite it obviously smelling like hair gel. If his cum smelled like that, he’d probably get way more head. Cum that smelled like that would probably taste pretty good too. Girls would love it. They’d beg to give him head to check it out– 

His phone rang as he pulled his pants up but he never answered his phone and let it roll to voicemail. Except as soon as that happened he heard Alex shout across the apartment,

“Answer your fucking phone!”

It instantly started ringing it again and he rolled his eyes to see she was calling him.

“What, birdbrain? Did you get stuck in your leggings again?”

“No! Shut the fuck up! I…” She trailed off. He wedged the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he tucked his polo into his pants, careful to smooth the fabric out so it didn’t bunch up with his boxers and create any weird bumps. 

“Alex?”

“Can I…”

“.... Alex.”

“Can I ask you a favor, ok? Look, I know you’re used to– I mean that I’m not…” She trailed off again.

“For fuck’s sake, Alex, just spit it out. I’m getting ready for work.”

“Can I ask your opinion on something?”

“Sure. What?”

“No, I mean… something I need to show you…”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously even though she wasn’t there to see it.

“What sort of something?”

Her voice sounded cagey as she mumbled, “I bought this thing for uh… for the weekend but… it’s just I’ve never worn something like this before and I don’t know if it’s incredibly stupid or–”

“Look if he doesn’t like kigurumi then you’ve got no future with this guy–”

“No, not one of those! Oh my god will you just shut up for once? I bought a thing, like a… a sexy thing and… and I know it’s kind of weird to show you and I know I’m not like… like a sexual being to you or whatever but can I just show you and you tell me objectively if it’s so stupid that I might get laughed at or somethign?”

“You are so fucking dramatic,” he sighed. “Yeah, whatever, show me.” He was already walking towards her room, phone still wedged as he zipped and buttoned. He buckled his belt as he reached her room to find her standing with her back to him and a blanket wrapped around her body like she was going to watch a movie on the couch.

“Ok what did you want to show me? I gotta get going.” He didn’t really, but her expression as she turned to him was weird and it made him antsy. “Come on. What sexy thing did you buy? Edible underwear? It’s bad for his teeth and it doesn’t taste very good,” he suggested, knowing without a shadow of a doubt she had not bought edible underwear. His guess was a bikini or maybe a short dress for dinner. She was weird about bathing suits. She’d tried a bikini on years ago while they were shopping and he’d insisted she looked great but she accused him of lying, didn’t buy it, and now just lamented ‘the lost bathing suit’ every year, as if she couldn’t just fucking google it and buy one just like it. It really had looked good though, kind of punk rock pin up with her black nails and long hair. But it could be a dress, she definitely didn’t like to wear short dresses either, as if ass hanging out was a bad thing. 

“Promise not to be weird or… mean? Just I’d rather you tell me if it just doesn’t look good than I like put it on for him and he’s not… happy. If it looks bad or something.”

“Ok. Sure.” Tread carefully, he knew she was saying. Do better than you did on the shopping trip.

“And um… I mean, it’s not that weird if you see my nipples, right?”

“Wait, what?” He was sure he’d misheard her.

“My… I mean, it’s just my body, it’s not like– You’ve like accidentally seen me kind of naked before so it’s not a big deal to just show you this because it’s just like you seeing nothing. I’m not even really a girl to you.”

He had not really ever seen her naked before. In just a bra from behind as she changed shirts, quickly, sure. In a bathing suit. Walking from the shower to her room in a massive fluffy towel, yeah. But not like naked naked… Believe it or not, it was not that hard to not walk in on your friend naked if you demonstrated some basic respect for things like closed doors.

Jungkook felt heat starting to creep up his neck as he clarified, “I mean you’re not not a girl to me, you’re just… my friend… are you saying you bought lingerie?” 

“Yeah….”

“Oh.” He’d never stood so still in his life. “Well, I mean… it’s fine then. Just wear the lingerie.”

“No, but–”

“Trust me, no woman ever put on lingerie and the guy she was dating didn’t like it. That just… doesn’t happen.”

“But I mean… you know, I’m…”

“You’re…” he prodded when she trailed off.

“I’m… large. Ish.”

“You are literally pocket-sized. I have a recurring nightmare of stepping on you in the dark and ending your life.”

“Be serious. I’m fat, and I don’t care about the mean shit people say most of the time but… I mean Hobi doesn’t seem to mind that I’m fat either, right? Even though he’s not. Because he’s dating me so it’s not like he’ll be surprised, right? But like… I mean it’s different if you see me naked and…” 

“Is it?” Every word Jungkook said had the potential to be the wrong one, he knew that. Even more than the shopping trip, he could feel the vulnerability rolling off Alex in waves right now. Talking about a girl’s body or weight was a minefield he tried to never step a foot into. He knew what his thoughts and intentions were but there was too much risk of fucking it up when it came to a vulnerable, naked woman. You didn’t want to assume a woman was cool about something but you also didn’t want to assume she wasn’t cool about something. He’d learned that one the hard way from Alex years ago. Better just to be general and supportive since he was sure that if Hoseok had any problem at all with Alex, it meant he was fucked up (and about to be physically fucked up), nothing to do with any reflection on Alex. He didn’t need to see Alex naked to know that anyone who saw Alex naked should be grateful and happy about it. A naked woman was giving you a gift. How fucked did you have to be to think of it any other way?!  

But there was this part of him that thought… just… well… what does she look like in… nothing… Did she look any different than he expected? Women looked so different from each other, it was something he really enjoyed about getting to sample so many of them. He’d known Alex longer than any other girl…

Look it wasn’t like he’d never thought of her naked before. He’d grown up with her. He’d watched her get boobs and even helped her steal a black lacy bra when they were fifteen because her mom would only buy her ugly ones. You bet he’d wondered what her tits actually looked like in it! He’d listened to her complain about the growing circumference of her thighs and stretch marks years before he and the other guys his age came to the belated realization that thick thighs and stretch marks were vastly underrated by teen boys and the media, so that he no longer felt like such a freak for thinking it was all actually pretty hot. He’d been friends with her when she was literally the only girl who could stand him, then the only girl who could help him make sense of his early dating disasters, then the only girl he saw as a worthy roommate and lifelong companion. He was always well aware she was a girl, the coolest girl he knew. A woman now. He knew that and he’d wondered what she looked like naked with the same kind of curiosity he had about…. You know… about lots of stuff in the world! He was only a human male, all right? That lacy black bra had haunted him for years at night, even if in daylight it was completely unrelated to his best friend Alex. Adolescent hormones could really do a number on you, but his love and respect for her had kept him from ever doing anything too unforgivable, or accidentally crossing any lines from which they would not have been able to recover once alcohol or hormone levels returned to normal.

And now was she… was she asking if she could show him the lingerie? On her? Was that actually what she was asking? He must be misunderstanding. 

She was still explaining, “I mean not you personally… or… unless it is! I mean I know we’re friends and all but–”

“Yeah, we’re friends.” He had no fucking clue what she had been saying before that.

“Is it weird for friends to see each other’s nipples?”

“You’ve seen my nipples,” he said without thinking it through.

“Yeah but I’m a woman so…”

“Well that’s kinda sexist, isn’t it? Everyone has nipples. Women don’t get to own nipples just because yours has a current biological purpose–”

“Oh my god if you go into that male lactation article you read again–”

“I’m just saying! They’re just nipples!”

“Are you seriously telling me you think tits are nothing special?”

“I– no, um… just that…”

“It’s weird, right? If it’s going to be weird, nevermind, I can just text– but I just don’t think Minxi or Rebekah or Sabina is going to tell me the truth or even know what a guy would think,” she sighed. 

“What about In’am–”

“Don’t even joke, I’m not sending her a picture of me in lingerie, are you insane? She’s basically a supermodel.”

Making a snap decision to be cool and not weird about this, he shrugged, “Well whatever, just show me then. You don’t have to make such a big deal about it.”

“... Right?” she asked, arching her eyebrow, looking up at him like she didn’t believe her own words. “I mean… it’s not that weird. It’s kind of like seeing me in a bathing suit.”

“Right.”

“We’re already grown up friends who live together platonically. Only we get to decide what’s weird and it’s not like this is hot to you–”

“Well I mean aren’t you asking me if it’s hot though?”

“God no, no, I’m asking you to just objectively tell me like… will Hobi think I’m hot.”

“Uh…”

“Like will a guy recoil from this.”

“If a guy recoils from any woman in lingerie he’s fucked in the head and you should run away. That has nothing to do with the woman, that’s the dude is messed up.”

She let out a clearly annoyed sigh, “So you aren’t going to give me a real answer because you’re suddenly wanting to be nice–”

“What real answer? I am telling you the real answer! There’s just no such thing as a woman not looking good in lingerie.”

“But maybe like the style or something isn’t good or like… if it looks like I’m trying too hard… or it just doesn’t look good on me–”

“No guy is thinking that much when he’s looking at a woman in lingerie,” Jungkook said. “He’s not thinking at all. Probably there’s no blood left in his head to think with.”

“Ok but… but I mean it’s me–”

“Alex. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Usually I’d agree with you but I’m just… I’m just kinda nervous, ok? Like we are probably going to finally have sex.”

“You shouldn’t have to do all that though,” Jungkook insisted. “You don’t need to make yourself more nervous–”

“No, the lingerie is supposed to help because then I’m not like totally naked, just a little naked…. Unless I feel comfortable and we take it off–”

“Ok shit I don’t need a fucking play by play.”

“I just– nevermind.”

But now Jungkook’s curiosity was piqued. He didn’t want to pressure her to show him the lingerie but if she was wanting to, he’d be stupid to make her feel uncomfortable about it. Because now this whole conversation was going to be stuck in his head, and it was like the black bra over again. He was a curious person, ok? What was under that blanket was going to haunt him for years now if he didn’t get an answer.

So he crossed his arms and leaned against her wall and beckoned with his fingers, “No, it’s whatever, just show me what you bought. I’ll tell you the truth.” He’d give her a thumbs up and she’d get her confidence boost. And on the weird chance she’d bought something actually crazy or weird, he’d help her avoid that. And in the event Hoseok reacted weird in any way, he’d kick his ass and buy the ice cream on his way home.

“Are you sure… it’s fine, right? It’s not cheating or anything because it’s not like you and I are– there’s nothing sexual between us or anything…”

“Yeah, I’m just a friend giving fashion advice, it’s fine.”

“Ok.” She hesitated and slowly started to remove the blanket. She hesitated again. Then she suddenly thrust the blanket away, letting it fall to the ground.

Alex had big tits. It was something he already knew. She had a big soft chest but they looked extra heavy cradled in a thin, nearly sheer bra, the dark shadow of her nipples visible through the gaps in the lace. Maybe it wasn’t called a bra when it had that gauzy fabric attached to it, a babydoll or whatever. Was it a babydoll only when it was open in the front? This fabric flowed all around her tummy and hips, brushing the tops of her thighs. The cave of her navel was dark above lacy panties he couldn’t quite tell if they were see-through or not. Even if they weren’t, nipples and naval were enough… were plenty enough. Soft exposed curves usually covered, now teased through sheer fabric, elastic straps pressing into wide hips and narrow shoulders…

Alex, it’s Alex, he reminded himself, trying to pull his gaze back to the whole, to Alex standing in front of him in this light purple outfit, arms stiff and uncomfortable at her sides like she had to hold them there not to cover herself, expression one of nervous uncertainty. But the fact it was Alex didn’t matter, it didn’t make her not hot. 

Just when he was about to tell her it was fine, she turned a circle, like he needed to know that the panties were a g-string wedged right up her ass, the lace hem of the babydoll fabric not quite covering the dimpled cheeks, leaving that shelf of skin exposed. The underbutt was one of Jungkook’s favorite parts on a woman’s body. He had to tear his eyes away to unfortunately instead notice all the straps further up, criss-crossing her back, pressing into her flesh, perfect for gripping while you–

“It looks good,” he shrugged, clearing his throat.

“That’s it? Shrug? But like… does it look good or just like… it’s ok? I want to level my expectations–”

“It looks good, Alex. What else do you want me to say–”

“Ok, right. Right you don’t have to say anything specific–”

“You don’t want me to say anything specific,” he snorted, already imagining the black hole swallowing him up if his internal thoughts bled from his mouth right now. 

“Ok but it’s like specifically good for me? Not just like… like ok, I guess if it leads to sex, it’s fine? If I wasn’t me and this was waiting in the bedroom for you–”

“Jesus Christ, Alex, it looks really good on you! You don’t need to worry about it! If that guy isn’t into this, there’s something wrong with him.”

“Oh.” She crossed her arms over her chest, but gripping her biceps, nervous, forearms squashed her tits so they spilled out of the lace. One was about to pop out, he thought. The panties weren’t sheer, he realized, because he could only see dark hair to the sides, not through. That was a poor design, sheer would have been good, but…

“Ok, thank you,” she said. “Uh… you can… go to work now.”

“Yeah, I gotta go to work,” he nodded. “Uh, good luck with your weekend.”

“Good luck with yours too… try not to trash the–”

“Yeah I’m going to get laid so much while you’re gone–”

She rolled her eyes nearly out of her skull, “Uh huh, so business as usual. Keep the bodily fluids in your room please. Same rules apply even when I’m not here to enforce them!” She wagged her finger at him. It jiggled her tits and made the gauzy material flutter and his gaze tried to escape but landed on her thighs right as she turned away. He already knew thick thighs were nice but they were so bare and grippable–

“Bye.”

He was worried he was looking at her too much. He was, right? But that wasn’t his fault, he’d told her! A naked woman was a naked woman! And Alex had a lot to look at! She didn’t have to be worried about something stupid… like what did she think was going to happen? She didn’t look that different than what Jungkook had imagined she did, and Hoseok would probably think the same thing, and you didn’t date someone unless you were looking forward to seeing them naked. Women thought too much about what guys were thinking and they weren’t thinking anything at all. Tits ass tummy thighs that was the extent of a guy’s thoughts. Where do I put my mouth first, that was it. Where will she let me cum?

Fucking shit he did not need his brain merging these thoughts right now. Objective! She’d just asked him to be objective, not specific!

So then why couldn’t she have just shown him the thing on the hanger! He could imagine objectively! He didn’t need to know she had two moles on her ass cheek but now he did know!

He left for work, even though it was too early and he wound up having to hang out in his car on his phone. He deliberated. Had he been a good enough friend? Had he said the right thing to pump her up but also not set her up to get hurt in case Hoseok actually was an asshole? Had he made sure she understood that if Hoseok had a bad reaction or pressured her when she wasn’t comfortable, she should throat punch him and leave? He could drive up to get her if he needed to, it wasn’t a big deal. He liked road trips. 

He typed out a message but then got worried it would seem weird after he’d just seen her in lingerie so he deleted it. He almost wished he could text Hoseok: hey, don’t fuck this up or I’ll fuck you up. But he couldn’t, and he wouldn’t, and maybe he’d buy some ice cream just in case it didn’t go the way she wanted. He had to go pick up some dishwasher pods and diffuser refills and a new vacuum anyway because theirs was not working. For like six months.

Shit, why were women so stupid? Worrying about what she looked like in lingerie, what an idiot. Dating a guy who made her worry. What an idiot. Not buying that bikini years ago, total idiot.

Alex didn’t think she had ever learned so much so quickly about another person. 

Probably she should have guessed that actually rooming with her boyfriend would teach her more about his habits than just visiting his immaculate apartment, but she had been too overwhelmed with her own nerves about the trip to really think about it.

For instance, now she knew that Hoseok did not like lake activities and got motion sick very easily –even more than her! Fuck, that was a relief. They’d barely made it out in their kayak, following Tate and his girlfriend Milena in one, Seokjin and ‘just a friend’ Luisa in another, when Hoseok started to feel sick and made them turn around. It meant Alex didn’t get to the point she felt sick! And also didn’t have to feel like she was a killjoy because even if the kayaks weren’t big enough to make her seasick… she just didn’t really think that was a lot of fun. Water sports weren’t really her thing and at least the last time she’d been in a canoe, Jungkook and Jimin had done all the work while she yelled at them every time she saw something sticking out of the water in case it was a snapping turtle. They’d called her Queen Bee. She’d loved it.. 

She now knew Hoseok liked to nap, which was excellent because she did too, and it was low key and cool to stretch out in bed and pass out with her hunky boyfriend right beside her. Good trial run for sleeping next to him the whole night. Jungkook and Yoongi were the only men she’d ever shared a bed overnight with. Wait, Taehyung too, a different friend camping trip where he’d drunkenly crawled into her and another friends’ tent because he “didn’t want to sleep alone.” He was the clingiest sleeper she’d ever met, but apparently Sabina liked that.

She now knew Hoseok brushed his teeth after every meal, which explained why he had the brightest, most dazzling smile of anyone she knew. He probably had no idea why anyone was ever nervous before the dentist. They probably gave him trophies for how clean his teeth were.

She learned he was adorable when he just woke up from a nap, and shuffled around like a sleepy toddler, and collapsed against you and snuggled until he was actually awake. He was very much like Jungkook in that way, similar sleepy pout. Except he was warm and smelled like vanilla lattes even when he hadn’t worked. At one point he kissed her neck sweetly before he pulled away and it made every hair on her body stand up and her heart race and her instinct to flee kick in and also every drop of blood drain right down to echo her heartbeat between her legs. There was a part of her that wanted to just take his hand and hold him there and suggest they get down to it. They’d waited long enough.

But their friends were waiting for them at dinner, and that was when Alex learned another thing about Hoseok: he could not hold his alcohol.

Tate, it turned out, was a total wine snob, and took great pleasure in ordering several bottles for the table. He and Seokjin argued over years and regions and labels while the girls rolled their eyes –and Alex was proud that Hoseok was with her, laughing close to her ear,

“I don’t know what any of that means.”

“Me either!”

“Do you want the red one or the white one?”

“Red one.”

“Yeaaaah, me too,” he grinned at her, and reached through Tate and Seokjin’s argument to grab the bottle and pour for them both.

One glass led to two and then Alex had enough; it was too much with the elaborate meal they were taking their time working through on a balcony table overlooking the water. The breeze as the sun went down was so nice and calming. Milena and Luisa were funny as shit and she thought they’d get along with her own friends really well. Conversation all around was so interesting and mature and wise –these people had careers and responsibilities and had traveled and it was fascinating listening to it all. Tate and Milena had met at Columbia and still took annual “spring break” trips with their college friends. Luisa was born in Ecuador and came to the States to study cello and now taught music to grade schoolers. Seokjin was born in Korea but his parents had divorced and he’d spent his life traveling back and forth for six months of the year, school year split. He hated it growing up, appreciated it now, but swore never to do that to his own future children.

Hoseok shared some of his own stories but grew increasingly quiet as dinner wore on. Alex worried he was upset about something but when she asked questions to try to draw him back into the conversation, he’d sort of wave her off. When finally she couldn’t evade the questions Milena and Luisa were asking about her own boring life any longer, she did her best to answer impressively–

Only for Hoseok to yawn.

Her shock must have shown on her face because Tate busted out laughing, “Oh man, we’ve got a drunk Hobi, huh?”

“Hm??” Hoseok asked, seeming surprised to hear himself referenced.

Seokjin was laughing now too, shaking his head, “You can tell, he’s flushed and quiet and sleepy–”

“No no– yes ok,” Hoseok sighed. “I think I’m tipsy–”

“Tipsy!” Luisa howled. “Mi hijo, you are drunk.”

“Noooo… ah.” His sigh sounded almost like a growl, it was actually kind of sexy, as he turned to Alex. “I do get like this. Yes. I’m a little drunk.”

She didn’t know what to say. Not like she cared, she just wasn’t sure whether it was funny or frustrating… did this mean he was ready for bed as soon as they left? It wasn’t like she could fault him for drinking too much on vacation but she also wasn’t quite ready to go to bed after they napped for so long, but she also wanted to spend the time with him, not his friends…

“Cute,” she smiled, not wanting to seem annoyed. It was fine. Obviously it was fine! They were here for three nights, and it was cute to learn her boyfriend could apparently not hold his alcohol, though she didn’t actually know how much he’d had to drink. Maybe it was more than she thought! Or maybe her friends were going to drink him under the table every single time– but no, that was fine. It wasn’t like drinking was a requirement for hanging out with her and her friends.Of course not! He’d had glasses of wine with her before and it wasn’t a problem at all so he must have just had a lot to drink tonight.

A lot. He kept yawning. He sort of looked like he was just going to put his head right down on the table. Instead she took his hand beneath the table and when he leaned over to let his head rest heavily against hers, she laughed,

“I think I’d better get this one upstairs…”

“No no I’m fine,” he insisted, waving his hand. “Where to now?”

“They’re doing fireworks out over the lake tonight.”

“Let’s see the fireworks,” Hoseok pleaded, turning a frown to Alex like she was actually sending him to bed. Actually she was really glad if he didn’t want to go quite yet! Maybe he just needed some time chilling outside, watching fireworks, and he could sober up enough for her to put her plans into place. She’d showered before dinner. She’d put a little make up on. Last night she had trimmed down there. She was ready. Two glasses of wine, ready to go!!

The lakeside was beautiful. The resort had lawn chairs but they were a little late making their way down and wound up just settling on a sandy part of the shore. Dirt stuck to her damp, sweaty skin so she took her shoes off. Hobi accidentally kicked sand onto her as he collapsed beside her, and laughed as he brushed it off a little hard. 

I’m nervous. It’s making me cranky. Get it together, bitch, she realized. So what if he was drunk? She should be drunk too! She regretted that she wasn’t drunk! The night had cooled off just the right amount, and if you looked ahead you could see stars across the lake until the firework show began from the far shore. Dazzling showers of orange and green and white and red lit up the eager faces of all the guests crowded along the shore and railings to watch. Hoseok’s eyes sparkled. He grinned when Alex leaned into him; he flung his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek, then stretched out on his back so as not to crane his neck.

“Oh, good idea!” She lay back too as the others did. The punctuation of explosions followed by the predictable wave of oohs and ahs was like a nice, calming sway. It felt like an ending, and started to give her that feeling that soon it would be time for bed and time to head home. But that wasn’t true! They still had two more nights!

Yeah! So what if Hoseok was too drunk to have sex tonight? Maybe Alex had hoped it would be so good they’d just go crazy and do it all the time but it was more realistic to think that they’d ease into it. Cool. It was fine. She could endure having that hanging over her shoulder one more day, that wasn’t a big deal. And now she was sweaty and sandy anyway, she wouldn’t want to put on her lingerie over this, though they were definitely going to need to shower….

The steady crackles of the finale dissolved into a thick silence, followed by applause. Soon after other guests began to gather their things and head back upstairs, but their group stayed there a little longer, staring up at the stars. Alex listened to the hum of conversation as Luisa talked about how long it had been since she’d been home to visit her family and how things like this always made her wish they were there with her. It made Alex miss her own family a little. It made her think of the many 4th of Julys she’d spent with Jungkook and their friends, or before that, with Jungkook and their families. Her parents had been so excited to make friends with the Jeons way back when so they could start having block parties in the summer. 

“We might as well head inside. Nightcap in the billiards room maybe?” Tate suggested.

Alex nudged Hoseok as she started to stand, only to realize he was completely asleep. At what point had he dozed off? Belatedly she realized it would have been romantic to actually kiss beneath the fireworks. She hadn’t thought of it, but neither had he, and maybe he’d even been asleep! In the moment, it didn’t matter that she hadn’t thought of it until too late anyway. She felt abandoned. And now she had to decide whether to go to bed early with her drunk boyfriend or invite herself along with his friends hanging out without Hoseok there as the bridge.

In a cranky fit, Alex decided, “Let me drag this guy to our room and I’ll meet you guys there?”

“Yeah ok, sure! Here,I’ll help,” Seokjin suggested when she grabbed Hoseok’s arm and began to shake. “He doesn’t drink a lot but it’s hard to wake him when he’s out…”

Alex bit her tongue. Why did he do this on their first night of vacation? He just wanted a drinking vacation? Well fine, she’d get drunk too then –not crazy drunk, but drunk enough they could be hung over together in the morning. Maybe that would help her get over that he’d left her to be a fifth wheel. He could have at least warned her, so she could keep up! She had no problem with a drunk vacation! But.. she’d kind of thought this would be more special than that…

“Thanks, Seokjin.”

“Yeah, no problem! We’ll see you guys at the billiard room. All right, Hobi, up you go. Heave ho!”

Sunday night was boring as shit. At least Saturday he’d gone out and the sushi had been great and he’d wound up crashing at Taehyung’s and playing games with him until four AM and slept late on his day off. Great.

But he’d gone home to an empty apartment and it sucked. Never before had he wished for a dog so badly. Usually Alex was there! She didn’t lick or run up to hug him when he walked through the door but she did shout complaints at him about whatever mess he’d accidentally left behind earlier and she brought him his mail so it evened out. 

He wound up inviting himself to his parents house for dinner, enduring Eomma’s theatrics as she acted as though he hadn't been home in months. It had been a few weeks maybe, but hey! He was a busy guy!

Unfortunately, though he shouldn’t have been surprised, Alex’s parents were also over. So not only did he have to endure his own mother’s dramatic rendition of how she’d been shriveling up without her son’s affection, but he had to endure Mama Song’s scolding “to pass onto Alex” about how she ought to stop avoiding her and come home.

“Tell her I’m not going to ask questions about that boy,” she said. “Tell her I’m over it. Forget about it.” The two women laughed. “But tell me why she did not come with you? Where is my daughter?”

Jungkook froze. He had nothing in his hands to shove in his mouth to give him a moment to think. His and Alex’s dads were still on the back porch smoking the meat. He hadn’t come prepared to lie to Alex’s mother but obviously he couldn’t also be the one to tell her that her daughter had absconded with her boyfriend to have crazy lingerie sex up in Lakeville all weekend either. He’d barely crawled out of the doghouse from the last fuck up and now–

Both moms burst into loud laughter. Eomma clasped her hands together. Alex’s mom waved a hand in front of her face and wiped away tears.

“Your look!”

“His eyes get so big!”

“The Bambi in headlights, that is who my son is,” Eomma howled. 

“I already know where my daughter is,” Alex’s mom assured him. “Vacation with that boy she won’t tell me anything about. What will you tell me?”

“I can’t tell you anything or she’ll cut me out of the will.”

“He’s Chinese.”

“No.”

“Japanese.”

“Mama…” Jungkook jokingly whined. “Save me Eomma.”

“European?” Eomma asked instead.

Alex’s mom waved her hand, “European is too broad. Uh… I don’t think my daughter would date a Brit. A Swede? No, I don’t see it. Too tall. Jungkook’s height is the most she looks good next to. Is he your height, Jungkook?”

“Do you know how much trouble I’m in already? I’m not telling you a thing,” Jungkook said. “You could at least not have told her I told you!”

“Of course you told me, you can tell me anything. Why not? You are practically my son,” Alex’s mom insisted. “If we had only let the two of you get married when you asked–”

“Yes, ask my son if he has a girlfriend! You think I don’t regret that–”

“Eommaaaas,” he complained, lumping them both together. “We were kids!”

“No girlfriend! My son never has a girlfriend, only ‘friends,’” Eomma said, making air quotes and giving Alex’s mom a look that had them both laughing at him. 

“Who’s telling you about my friends?” he glared.

“Your brother. You see? When you are married, you get to be the one to tell on others–”

“Well I got to tell on Alex, so–”

“Everything would have been so much easier if you and Alex married,” her own mother sighed. “This new boy, is he good? I don’t know anything about him, but I know you’re a good boy. You could have married back then and skipped all the heartache and the loneliness and the keeping your mothers up at night about if there’s someone to take care of you…”

Jungkook crossed his arms and scolded, “You are both out of control. Alex and I don’t have to marry anyone. We’ll always take care of each other. There’s no way she’s marrying this guy.”

“What?! Why not?”

“I just don’t think it’s that serious–”

“She’s having casual sex with a boy?!”

Jungkook sighed and slapped his hands over his face as both women started laughing again. He couldn’t figure out when they were fucking with him. Probably they always were. The two of them together really were out of control. They brought out the best and worst in each other. Like two peas in a pod. Like he and Alex! Though he’d never admit that to their moms, even though the old ladies probably had thought of it on their own. They’d probably just laugh at him again. They’d been laughing at him that way since he and Alex had jokingly asked in ninth grade if they could just get married and skip the whole ‘nosey moms’ thing. He couldn’t actually remember which of them had made the joke but it had been a bad idea because now their parents liked to annually bring it up. They hadn’t meant it seriously! Alex was going to shit a brick if they made that joke in front of Hoseok –if she ever even bothered bringing him around. 

Jungkook gave them a softly scolding glare and peaced out to go be on the back patio with his and Alex’s dads –a much safer place. There he could just grab a beer and join them at the grill, scolded only about how often and which direction he turned the meat. When he checked his phone, they didn’t pester and scold him about who had messaged (no one, actually, and Jungkook was annoyed that somehow no one was available to hang out, just because it was a Sunday night.) When he bragged about work, they were proud and didn’t make a single teasing remark about his polos or khakis (Alex couldn’t help herself.) 

Granted, it was a little lonely to be at dinner with all four parents but no Alex, or even any of the other siblings. Everyone had somewhere to be, he realized as he listened to them talking about things he didn’t really care about. The parents had lives that no longer revolving around their children. Their older siblings had relationships and families and lives that kept them from coming home out of sheer boredom on a random Sunday night. Even Alex had somewhere to be tonight, and hadn’t even texted him telling him how it was going. She’d said she would but he hadn’t seen a single picture and fuck him if he was going to be the first one to text! As if he had no one else to text!

Jungkook hated feeling like he was getting left behind. He’d never wanted a relationship. Why would he? He’d never dated a single woman he could see himself sharing a room with, much less a home, a dog, a life, kids, any of those things his parents envisioned for him. He liked his freedom. All of his needs were currently met. He was happy.

But sometimes, in moments like these, it left him a little sad to listen to his parents tell the Songs about some long ago trip they had taken Jungkook and his brother on, where both boys had gotten stomach bugs and spent the whole time puking –the details didn’t matter, but it was something Jungkook would never have, a spouse, a child, a partnership getting through the shittiest moments in life like that, someone helping him see the joy, someone to laugh about it with later. And right now, he didn’t even have Alex here to roll her eyes with him and come up with some witty snarky comment that he couldn’t think of to make the parents layoff about how he needed to meet a nice girl. Alex said he was the one who managed their parents, but he thought she did a better job of it –he got too defensive sometimes. She was better at making jokes to distract. She said he was better at it. It didn’t matter, they made a good team. But right now, he was just alone. And it wasn’t that he wanted something else just to avoid being alone at times like this but… 

Well, he missed her presence. He hoped she was having a good time. But not too good of a time. But apparently a good enough time she never texted him or thought about him.

“Ok ok no more drinks tonight, I’m just kidding,” Hoseok said as he caught Alex’s quick glance away. “It doesn’t have alcohol! Just ice,” he said, stepping slowly into the pool and settling next to her. “One for you… oh, did you want alcohol in–”

“No, no,” she said quickly. The drink was nice and cold in her hand; quickly she pressed it to her forehead to battle the faintest headache. After another full day in the sun, the thought of alcohol made her stomach turn. She’d asked Hoseok for something ‘not too sweet’ and the mocktail with refreshing cucumber was just right.

“Good?” he grinned.

“It’s perfect,” she assured him. “Thank you.”

“God I can’t wait for spa tomorrow,” Milena sighed, stretching out beside Alex, elbows back on the pool edge. She looked like a movie star behind her big glasses, with her long tan body, her perfectly casual messy bun. 

Alex made no comment. She’d never had a massage before and was not quite sure what to expect from a massage and a facial and pedicure tomorrow –the items she’d agreed to back when the trip was getting planned and the spa offerings were sent around. She was at least paying for her own services after insisting on it to Hoseok. She’d be paying him back. It had been one of two things they’d had a sort of… tiff about that morning. Tiff. Was she really the kind of person who used the word “tiff” now? But argument was too strong a word… right?

Even though they’d resolved it hours ago, Alex still felt a twinge of discomfort when she glanced at Hoseok and his bright smile. She felt like an asshole to have said anything at all when he had brought her on this vacation he was paying for most of. She hadn’t meant to say anything. But when he’d slept in super late to get past the hangover, leaving her alone with his friends for the whole morning after already spending the evening alone, apparently her “oh, nice of you to join us” had sounded less playful than she’d meant. 

It had been awkward. She hadn’t wanted to fight and he’d been so apologetic that she felt like an asshole for being annoyed in the first place. He didn’t drink often so he forgot his tolerance was low, and he hadn’t meant to drink that much, and he’d make it up to her. His over-apology had made her feel like he thought she was demanding it, but she wasn’t. Was she? She didn’t mean to! She just wanted her boyfriend present for this exciting weekend…

Belatedly she wondered if he drank too much because he was nervous. What if he was not wanting to have sex but didn’t want to say that? But what if, in trying to figure it out, she gave the impression she didn’t want to have sex?

These questions and the discomfort of their first little bump lingered with her through a brunch painting class, failing to catch anything shore fishing, eating sand in an intense volleyball game with strangers, and finally watching a movie in a hammock while the others went back out on a boat. Hoseok now knew she was terrible at painting, not really into fishing, and allergic to mango, unfortunately. And also that she was an asshole if you drank too much and left her alone with your friends, and that then she’d feel so guilty about it she’d be on the verge of tears all day if you looked at her funny.

Hoseok’s arm slid around her shoulders as he sipped through a pink straw. Alex tried to relax. They weren’t fighting! He regretted getting that drunk, it wouldn’t happen again tonight, and it had been a really fun day. They still had one whole day before they’d head home early Tuesday morning for her and Hoseok to make their afternoon shifts. There was still time for this vacation to be an overall success despite that early bump.

Alex let her head fall to his shoulder. The PDA made her nervous at first but Milena and Tate were the same way, there were couples everywhere, and she wanted to be one of those girls for a while. She had a hot boyfriend who had taken her hurt feelings seriously and wanted his arm around her in the pool. His loud laugh echoed around the space, even through the noise of children shouting, unnecessarily loud music playing over speakers, and a noisy volleyball game not far off.

“It’s getting late, shouldn’t those children go to bed?” Luisa mused, only to be laughed at by Seokjin, “All right, old lady! Go tell them, no more summer vacation!” The pool was supposed to be no kids after 8pm, and it was now 8pm. As if cued, one of the kids took a running jump over them and cannonballed, sending a wave of water over them.

“Kid, scram!” Alex shouted at him, nerves frayed by the long (but good! But long…) day. The kid just completely ignored her, but the mother on the far side of the pool had clearly heard and gave Alex a hard look. “It’s after eight now! No kids in the outdoor pool area!”

“Alex,” Hoseok murmured, squeezing her shoulder. The mom looked even angrier and walked away.

Luisa shrugged, “Alex is right.”

“Yeah, but…” Seokjin murmured and then shrugged it off. 

“Kids shouldn’t be running around adults getting drunk in the pool,” Tate agreed. 

“Let the resort staff handle it,” Hoseok insisted, patting Alex’s shoulder and lifting his mocktail. “Nothing we need to worry about. Want something to eat? Woaaaah the lights just changed, didn’t they?”

They had, lowering to a more atmospheric setting. The underwater lights came on. And sure enough, resort staff came through to sweep the families out. It was a much different vibe with just adults, and even without alcohol, Alex found herself relaxing more as the sun went down. She leaned against Hoseok or followed Luisa and Milena to get more drinks or snacks. She splashed around in the crisp water of the pool. Alex liked kids just fine! But the vision she had for this romantic getaway was definitely better served now by low lights, no kids, one glass of wine, and a fully present boyfriend. 

Luisa and Seokjin were actually the first to call it a night tonight, and Tate and Milena followed not long after that, claiming sun fatigue. Alex looked to Hoseok but he’d just gotten a new round of drinks for them, and she didn’t feel any need to rush out. In fact, watching the way the water beaded on his sun-kissed skin as he eased into the water was exactly what she wanted to do right now. 

Another thing Alex had not known about Hoseok before they started dating was that he had been a dancer for most of his life, even in college. Mostly hip hop, a couple years on a b-boy crew, a few years of jazz, ballet when he was younger. Though he’d ultimately decided not to continue into that line professionally, he’d retained a lot of the lean muscle. The shape of his body was graceful, softer than someone who worked out in the gym all the time like Jungkook’s, but still shaped by years of hard work.You could look at him in his swim trunks and know he had been a dancer or an athlete. It was so clear to Alex in the way his body slid into the water beside her in the hot tub. 

They were alone in it, one of several around the resort that probably saw more use in the wintertime. This one was off to the side and overlooking the water but hidden from the brighter lights, so maybe overlooked by the other guests still milling around the pool or drinking at the bar.

“I can’t stay in here long,” she warned him, lifting the hair off her neck and gripping it on top of her head. 

“Yeah, me neither. Watch, I’m going to get all red and sweaty again… but it’s fun when you jump into the pool then, right? You get all those tingles.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a hot tub, I barely remember…” She trailed off, watching a bead of water slide down from his temples. He kept glancing at her and then quickly away and she worried her face was doing something bad. Something like showing obvious hunger. 

Suddenly his hand slid across her leg and he pressed against her side, sitting closer as he leaned in to whisper, “You look really pretty with your hair up like that.”

“This rat’s nest?!” she asked, not sure how else to respond. She was so caught off guard by his closeness and the comment, she immediately dropped her hair, ruining the thing he had just praised. Before she could grab it to try and pile up again in an attempt to keep doing a thing he liked, he slid his hands into it, around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. A kiss kiss. A kiss that made her feel like if he had seen the hunger on her face, it was because he felt it too. With that kiss, any little shadow lingering about the night before was gone. Her skin burned as she twisted in the warm water to better reach him. 

Just as her fingers touched his chest though, she remembered where they were –out in public, in a public hot tub. She quickly pulled away, lips tingling as strongly as her skin.

“Sorry…” he murmured.

“No, uh, sorry… forgot we’re in public…”

“I swear I’m not drunk.”

“Me either,” she quickly assured him. “I just…”

“Your bathing suit is really…”

She looked down at it, almost bracing for whatever attempt at flattery he could give. Alex did not really like bathing suits. This one was ok, ruched blue gingham that gave her a retro vibe she didn’t think was actually her style. But it was kind of cute and comfortable and she didn’t have to worry about anything slipping out. It had taken her years to not feel self conscious in a swimsuit around other people but she’d come around and if he said something that sounded hollow, it was going to crush her.

He didn’t say anything.

“Really what?”

“Huh?”

“Really what?”

“Ah I don’t know what i was going to say,” he admitted with a wide smile. “I got distracted…”

“By…” He didn’t continue but he gave her this plaintive look that just seemed to beg kiss me. So she did, this time gripping his shoulder to twist him to her. His fingers dragged burning water along her jaw and down her throat. His thumb slid under the halter top tie and Alex felt like he might as well have jammed that thumb right into her pussy for how turned on she was by this point.

“Hobi,” she sighed between kisses.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked.

“No! No of course not–”

“I’ll stay here as late as you want–”

“Hey are you not wanting to have sex with me and that’s why it’s been so long or–”

“Fuck no! I mean, fuck no, I don’t not… not want— I want to have sex with you,” he said, garbled and as confused sounding as she was. The heat was getting to her head. Everything felt so hot to touch and his mouth was hot to taste and when his fingers dug into the skin of her back to pull her close, Alex wanted to whimper. Whimper. No guy had ever made her want to whimper before. 

“Me too,” she said. “I want to have sex with you too.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Really?” he laughed and looked at her, eyes wide, mouth open. When she nodded and began to push out of the hot tub, he quickly overtook her, grabbing their towels and flip flops like they were late to a meeting. Alex shivered at the cooler air on flushed skin but barely even stopped to wrap the towel around her. She wanted this, Hoseok wanted this, and she wasn’t about to let anything slow this train down. 

The walk itself could have done it. It was late and despite feeling drunk, Alex wasn’t. Their room was far enough, it was just enough time for her to get nervous. What if she fucked this up? What if she wasn’t any good? She thought about the lingerie hidden in the bottom of her bag. Would it slow things down for her to take a bathroom break and rinse off and change? Would it give her too much time to overthink all the things she was overthinking right now?

Hoseok unlocked the door and let her in, then locked it behind them. Then immediately kissed her again, even though he had to hunch forward and hold her shoulders not to topple. It made her giggle. He giggled too, all the way until they reached the bed.

“My bathing suit is wet,” she said, right before she thought he was going to kiss her down onto it. Fuck, guys really did that?

“So take it off,” he smiled. 

“Yeah you too!”

“Yeah, me too,” he repeated, kissing her again as his fingers worked at the laces on the front of his swim trunks. Alex had a much harder time after letting her towel fall. Untying the halter was fine, but there was nothing sexy about wriggling out of a wet one-piece bathing suit. She tried to hurry so Hoseok would be too busy kissing her to look, but then he suddenly pulled away and crouched down at her hips, hooking his fingers into the wet material clinging around her thighs. She was just whole-ass naked right in front of his face, whole entire body exposed.

He smiled up at her and yanked the fabric down to her feet, a hand on her hip as she stepped out of it. Nothing wavered in his expression to show he was shocked by her nakedness, or disappointed, or even unsure. His hands roamed her skin as he stood to kiss her again.

“Should I stand on the bed?” she joked.

“It’s ok if you don’t actually want to go through with this–”

“No, I do!” she gasped, realizing he’d misunderstood her humor. “I’m just… maybe a little out of practice but…”

His smile widened as he slid his arm around her body, pulling her against his chest. Holy shit they were so naked. 

His breath rustled her hair as he murmured, “Then it’s a good thing we have all night to practice.” 

Alex nodded dumbly, suddenly too distracted by the dick beginning to press more firmly against her stomach. She leaned back so she could see because she wasn’t the only one incredibly naked right now. Hoseok slid down onto the bed and took her hand and pulled her up to the pillows with him. They stretched out, kissing, hands lazy against hips and shoulders. 

It just felt so natural. The kisses moved her quickly away from the nerves that had crept up once they left the hot tub. When hands began to roam, it felt good, not frightening at all. It couldn’t be real that she had her hand wrapped around Hoseok’s cock and yet she did and he liked it and oh, what a cock it was! He kissed through her clumsiness, he guided her hands, he took the lead when it came to condoms and lube and lining himself up. By the time he was nestled fully inside her, Alex felt good about this. Great! Hoseok’s cock was straight up in her pussy! Finally! 

“You doing ok?” he asked as he slid in and out of her, hands braced on either side of her head.

“More than ok,” she assured him. Worried that meant he didn’t know she liked it, she moaned. Did that sound sincere?

“Good, baby. That’s good…” 

Alex practically heard the record scratch in her head. Baby. That was what Jungkook called women and she had not thought just hearing the word would bring him so forcefully to mind, but it did, and that was not welcome when she finally was getting fucked by her boyfriend!

“Mmm, call me something else, not baby,” she said, trying to moan it so it would sound sexy. 

“No?” Hoseok looked shocked but started laughing and didn't stop his slow thrusts. “What about…” His hands drifted up her body, only ghosting over her tits before sliding back down to her hips. 

“What about…”

“I forgot what I was saying,” he admitted with a laugh. “You’re so sexy.”

“I’m…” Alex had been going to say she wasn’t. But how many times had she heard Jungkook rail about women saying things like that about themselves? It’s such a moodkill! I’m not thinking that while I’m fucking her! I’m fucking her because she’s hot! Does she want me to stop and comfort her? Why is she thinking about herself like that right now? Just own your hotness!

“Close?”

“Oh…” She trailed off. No, she wasn’t, but this was good! She was enjoying it! She’d get there! 

“Damn, Alex…” He leaned down, brushing his nose against hers. “I’m so glad we’re doing this… I’m so glad you came here with me.”

“Me too. Thank you for bringing me–”

He interrupted her with a kiss and Alex decided to stop talking so much because wow, this angle…

She did cum, and enjoyed it very much. They fell asleep before getting to practice all night. Alex didn’t feel like she’d demonstrated any particular skill, but it had definitely gone better than things back in the day with Yoongi. The relief of that was worth everything. Even just getting to cum was so crazy! Hoseok’s fingers spinning circles around her clit had finished her. She’d been half asleep by the time he got back from dumping the condom. 

In the morning, he’d woken her up brushing her hair back over her shoulder.

“Hey,” he’d said quietly. “Sorry we fell asleep after I talked so big about practicing all night…”

“Yeah, me too! Really got my hopes up and all I got was one orgasm? Real sucker of you,” she joked.

“Make it up to you now?”

“What time is it?” she asked, only pretending to be serious. “Don’t we need to meet your friends–”

“Who cares.” He kissed her and she didn’t even joke about it again, just lost herself in the sight of Hoseok’s body moving over hers in the morning light. 

*

[Alex]: ok I get it now

[JK]: get what?

[Alex]: sex

[Alex]: it’s so cool

[JK]: good 4 u

[Alex]: yeah it is 😉

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hello!!! could you recommend some filthy/ explicit maknae line fics, also with good plot?? angst is welcomed too HEHE

hi there love, so I’m not sure if you’re asking for maknae line together in a fic or fics for Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook that contain good plot (this will be a mix of all the genres I read, may contain dark themes and some indulgent pwp as well) + explicit/filthy smut, but I’ll just list them all for you! | 🍒

Park Jimin

❥ Power Play by @dovechim➴ Pornstar!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.

❥ Me, You, and This Thing Between Us by @boymeetsweevil➴ Married/Pregnancy!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ You’re pregnant and Jimin is… happy about it.

❥ Bless Me Father by tesselate➴ Priest!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable. - Mark Twain

❥ Side to Side by @forgottenpasta➴ Idol/Therapist!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ Jimin loves massages and as his physical therapist it’s your duty to help him relax. Even if it means blurring professional boundaries and going a little too deep with your “hands on” approach.

❥ Otherworldly by @sinning-on-a-sunday➴ Coraline!AU | Jimin x Reader | Two-Shot➴ When you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.

❥ Dear Father by @gukptune➴ Priest!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ Drowned in their belief that a demon has encased itself to your soul, your parents send you away to be cleansed.

❥ Eradicate by @gukptune➴ Purge!AU | Jimin x Reader | One-Shot➴ A hotel intern finds himself trapped between death and lust.

❥ Neighbors by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ Neighbor/Stalker!AU | Jimin x Reader | Series➴ Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He, however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

Kim Taehyung

❥ Effervescence by fringesofsanity➴ Idol/Secret Affair!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series➴ Just like the fizz of a cola on a hot summer’s day, your encounter with Taehyung is short but sparkly sweet.ORGetting married in three months, you and your girls attend Ultra Miami to cap your single life, a final hurrah of some sort. What you didn’t expect is meeting a beguiling boy with a boxy smile who gives you a festival you’ll forever reminisce.

❥ Teddy by @dom-joonie➴ FWB!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ //

❥ Of Lace and Lust by @hobidreams➴ BFF/F2L!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ Friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your bestfriend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering Taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.

❥ Slow Burn by fringesofsanity➴ Idol/Escort!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series➴ He was just supposed to be one of those clients. But then he gives you a night you’ll never forget.

❥ Aperture by @maliby➴ Idol/Fanboy!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ You met Taehyung at a fansign and you knew right away that he was trouble, are you willing to risk it all for a fan?

❥ Hush Baby by @jimio-nnie➴ Idol/MUA!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ You’re a new staff at BigHit entertainment and it will be your first time in participating in their photoshoot as a makeup artist. What happened if you got left behind by your seniors and unknowingly ended up sitting in the same van as BTS; more specifically on your celebrity-crush’s laps? It wouldn’t take long until the friction against his crotch peaked your arousal.

❥ Baby, Oh Baby by @jungkookiebus➴ Lovers/Pregnancy!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; you’ve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but it’s all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you can’t conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby.

❥ A Matter of Shyness by @jjungkookislife➴ College/Sex Worker/Lovers!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series➴ Taehyung is your regular college student, who happens to do sex work on the side to pay his bills, who just happens to have a crush on Y/n from Sociology class. She has no idea she’s been thirsting over Taehyung (Kim95) and he has no idea she’s been following him on all his NSFW platforms.

❥ Fill You Up by @littlemisskookie➴ Married/Pregnancy!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series➴ Your husband’s been very horny since you got pregnant.

❥ Dichotomy by @kpopfanfictrash➴ Arranged Marriage!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it – between love and hate?

❥ Flower Arrangements by @iq-biased➴ Lovers/Pregnancy!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ From the moment you met Taehyung, his flourish for life drew you in completely. It wasn’t long before you fell head over heels for the tattoo artist who was so wrong for you, it felt right. But your story hasn’t always been an easy one, and just recently it’s become a whole lot more complicated…

❥ Partition by @iq-biased➴ Mafia/Infidelity!AU | Taehyung x Reader | Series➴ Namjoon. Head of one of the fiercest gangs in Seoul, and your boyfriend. You know he has been working on something big lately. Whatever it is, he’s keeping it very quiet. So quiet, that you’re beginning to doubt whether he’ll ever get any time with you.But when his driver, the infamous Kim Taehyung, is tasked with taking you home during a date-gone-wrong, he’s got nothing but time for you. And time is something you’re finding it really hard to resist…

❥ Blush by @bang-tan-bitches➴ Idol!AU | Taehyung x Reader | One-Shot➴ “Will you kiss me here?”

Jeon Jungkook

❥ My Way by @ellieljade➴ FUBU/Infidelity!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Jungkook doesn’t appreciate your boyfriend’s insistence that he stop sleeping with you and he knows just how to prove that you like it his way.

❥ Illicit Photography by @jkeuphoriadreamland➴ Photography/Student!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ You’re a well-respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.

❥ Taken at Dusk by @yeontanismypresident➴ Hybrid/University/Stalker!AU | Jungkook x Reader (x Hoseok) | Series ➴ The moment you sauntered into the party, his gaze was locked in on your form. Everywhere you went, his eyes followed along, not wanting to lose you in the huge crowd of sweaty bodies. There was something about you that drove his instincts wild. Was it your scent? Your attitude? The manner in which you held yourself? He didn’t have a clue and he couldn’t have cared less, so long as you were his and his only. And he would do anything to make that happen.

❥ Skirt Chasers by @koo1aid➴ University/F2L!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.”

❥ Milestone by @koo1aid➴ Brother’s Best Friend/University!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ Part of you is touched that Jungkook really has been there for every milestone in your life. The other part wishes he hadn’t shown up looking so ridiculously sexy.

❥ Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash➴ Mafia/Lovers!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series ➴ Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?

❥ Chasing Butterflies by @ddaenggtan➴ Nerd/Jock/University!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ You never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

❥ Sugarplum Elegy by @bymoonchild➴ FWB/F2L!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

❥ DNA by @btssavedmylifeblr➴ Breeding/Dystopia!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Jungkook’s career is in jeopardy when he begins falling for a woman he’s supposed to impregnate.

❥ Bite Me by @jeonsweetpea➴ Vampire/Fuckboy!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ You’re not very fond of your fuckboy blood donor, who’s an open masochist.

❥ Block Party by @minlucent➴ E2L/Neighbors/Fuckboy!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake.

❥ New Rules by @tayegi➴ University/Frat/Sports!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ //

❥ The Kids Aren’t Alright by @sketchguk➴ FWB/F2L!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ Sneaking around with Jeongguk during your Christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.

❥ The Fitting by @noona-la-la-la➴ Idol/Staff!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ The younger Jungkook has a workplace crush on you, but you let the flattery get to you and make a proposition you can’t take back.

❥ Sleepy by @floralseokjin➴ Lovers/Domestic!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ Jungkook’s never too sleepy for sex…

❥ Altar Boy by @gukptune➴ Church/Cult!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ Altar boys tend to serve a much higher purpose than lighting candles in the church, though those purposes may be seen as sinful in the eyes of god.

❥ Secret Slut by @jeonsweetpea➴ Office/Christmas!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Two-Shot➴ Jungkook accidentally gifts you, his boss, a sex toy for Secret Santa.

❥ What’s Mine is Mine by @avveh➴ Idol/Fangirl!AU | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot➴ You caught his eye from day one. As far as Jungkook was concerned, you were always meant to be his.

❥ Lust and Errors by @imaginethisbts➴ Step-Siblings!AU | Jungkook x Reader | Series➴ Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Maknae Line (x2/x3)

❥ Number 23 by fringesofsanity➴ BFF/FWB!AU | Jimin x Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Your good friends - Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook - find your bucket list and helps you fulfill the 23rd item.

❥ The Pearl of the Temptation by vultras➴ Maid!AU | Jimin x Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ You are working as a maid when you’re suddenly in charge of cleaning the shared apartment of Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. One night you happen to be working late when Jimin stumbles into the apartment drunk. You help him to his room and he forces you to help him change out of his clothes. You try your best but you quickly realize the situation has turned for the worst when his erotic expressions turn you on- and what’s worse? Jungkook happens to be there egging you on… what started as an innocent job turns into something you only thought happened in dreams.

❥ Maid for You by @forgottenpasta➴ Idol/Maid!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ As Bangtan’s dorm maid you’re expected to be professional, your identity anonymous. Until Jeongguk finds you on your knees beside his bed, with his rolex in your hand.

❥ Right of Way by fringesofsanity➴ Infidelity!AU | Jimin x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In theory, things were simple: your best friend was Jungkook’s girlfriend while your boyfriend, Jimin, was Jungkook’s best friend. In reality, things weren’t always that simple. And mutually exclusive.

❥ When You Least Expect It by @johobi➴ F2L!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

❥ Shameless by @imaginethisbts➴ Party/Voyeurism!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party.  

❥ Clandestine by @ditzymax➴ Assassin!AU | Taehyung x Named OC x Jungkook | Series➴ As a professional assassin, Kim Kinsoo has many shrouded secrets in her life. Some of them she shares openly with her loving boyfriend, but there are other things he must never know.

❥ Jimin, Please Don’t Take My Man by @countrysundae & @hobiwonder➴ E2L/Office/Law!AU | Jimin x Reader x Jungkook | Two-Shot➴ And in that moment, you made the most selfish proclamation to yourself in your head, looking at the two men in front of you, one a devil and one an angel. You would make Jeon Jungkook yours - in some way, somehow. You would not let Park Jimin win this round.

❥ In the Dark by @caramelkth➴ FWB!AU | Jimin x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ Jungkook and Jimin have a very short attention span, and when you three are lost in the middle of nowhere with a truck that won’t drive, they find you to busy themselves with.

❥ Don’t Swallow by @gotmetalkinginmysleep➴ Idol/Poly!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Maknae? | One-Shot➴ Admitting your inner thoughts with your partner wasn’t a sensible idea.

❥ Money, Power, Respect by @minnpd➴ Married/Gang!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | One-Shot➴ //

❥ Cherry by @kpopstories ➴ FWB!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series❥➴ “Forgive me, ____.” He was whispering now. 

“We didn’t get back together.”You felt his hands skirt down your sides and it made you shiver a little. He was pressing his body against yours and his skin felt like the sun, warm and achingly pleasant. You were no longer worried about the wet clothes you had on, but only the scent of him. He smelled like rain and barely-there cologne and deodorant. He smelled like the man you had been sleeping with for months and who you hadn’t been with for two weeks. He smelled like desperation. Well, maybe you made that part up, but it felt right so you let him hug you tighter even as you asked,

“Are you still considering it?”

❥ House of Cards by @aiimaginesbts➴ Exes/Infidelity!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ A love from high school days lasted until marriage. Just not yours.

❥ The Doms Next Door by @tatertotthethot➴ Tattoo/Poly!AU | Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook | Series➴ In which you unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

#answered #tete-a-tete #spicybangtanwings #recs from hell #rfh:pjm #rfh:kth #rfh:jjk #maknae line fics #ohhh so this is a lot and i'm sure i missed more :( #i hope this list helps a lot of those looking for maknae fics #some are pwp some are shameless but most of all they contain explicit/flithy smut may or may not contain lots of feels #a long long long list

[thelillzmonster]

bad | 05 (m.)

↳   He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

genre; light smut, romance, fluff, badboy!jungkook

words; 7 159

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A/N: I hope ya’ll have fun reading this. hopefully it quenches some thirst- what? fucken not today teaser got me shook as fuck, I screamed out loud! and thank you so much for all the sweet messages <3 sry for taking so long

As soon as the clock hit 4:00 PM you sighed in relief, finally getting to go home after an exhausting Thursday of incredibly tiring lectures that had no effect on you other than that of a sleeping pill. You sloppily packed your backpack, the sound of chairs scraping against the floor ringing in your ears and only defining the dull headache growing in your skull.

But when you looked up and unintentionally met eyes with Taehyung across the classroom, your body tensed at the flirtatious wink he sent you. You convinced yourself that the tickling feeling in your stomach was only one of embarrassment, refusing to accept the fact that you actually might have liked it. No.

And when his face disappeared behind the crowd of students, you found yourself biting back an involuntary smile. Ever since the kiss he’d publicly given you three days prior, he had shamelessly sent you suggestive expressions every chance he got. The giddy feeling it gave you was similar to the one you got whenever you overheard people gossiping about you and Taehyung possibly being a thing. Because he wasn’t the type to openly flirt and show affection to girls - let alone kiss them in the middle of a packed cafeteria with all of the attention on them. You hated how you didn’t hate the thought of you possibly being special to him. You hated how suddenly, everything that had once made you want to puke that he did, now managed to make you smile. And you had a feeling, he knew it, too.

You absentmindedly looked over the rushed students who were eagerly pacing to the door to go home, but were snapped out of it when you accidentally caught the eyes of a glaring Jungkook. His gaze was just as dark and annoyed as it always was when directed at you. Your smile faltered at the brief narrowing of his eyes before he was the first one to look away, following Taehyung and Jimin out of the classroom. Despite not being afraid to stand up to him, you still knew to stay away. Because you knew how much he disliked you and that if he actually did want to break you, he could. There was no point in making yourself the bait to a hungry shark.

“Come on, let’s go.” Minyoung ushered you to hurry up in your actions of packing up and you shook your head lightly to come back down from your thoughts and closed your bag in a rush.

Walking through the hallways, you could definitely feel the heavy weight of a long day of school in your tired legs and drooping eyelids. But there was still a small ball of excitement tingling in your chest, because you were only a day away from the highly anticipated party. For some reason, you were nothing but eager about it this time around, unlike the last. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, but it probably had something to do with the fact that you knew Jeon Jungkook didn’t want you there. Honestly, that reason was most likely enough. You didn’t want to admit that it could have been for a reason called Taehyung, as well.

Finally making it to your locker, you gathered whatever you needed at home to study before noticing that your pencil case was missing. Not finding it in the pits of your backpack, nor under any book in your locker, you realized that you had probably forgot it in the classroom.

“Shit,” You released a heavy sigh. “Minyoung, I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t let her question you as you dropped your stuff in your open locker and started jogging back down the hallways again, guiding yourself back to where you had just come from.

The corridors further away had already become empty as you spotted the intended location ahead. You stopped the jogging motion and settled for walking the rest of the way with a tedious tone to your steps. But you halted your movements right as you were about to open the door, muffled noises from farther around the corner peaking your interest.

If you weren’t mistaken, it sounded like hushed moans and despite knowing that snooping was wrong, you couldn’t help but sneak your way along the wall. Because ‘just a small glance won’t hurt’.

Tilting yourself to see who was around the corner, your eyes immediately spotted the two people, a guy and a girl, furiously making out a little further down the hall.

Eyes automatically scanning the boy’s figure first, you were ready to let out a displeased and irked sigh of recognition, the name you hated so much unsurprisingly lighting up in your head. But it caught in your throat when you realized that the hair of the person was lighter than it should have been.

‘That is not Jungkook.’ You realized.

That profile, those hazel locks, the low, velvety grunts belonged to someone else entirely. Your heart dropped in realization when the stranger girl pressed up against the wall moaned out a muffled sound of ‘Tae’.

A burning, yet freezing chill ran through your whole being, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. The slight sting you felt in your chest accompanied by the burn behind your eyes made you look away in disgust.

You had a hard time wrapping your head around what you had just witnessed. You felt hurt and the reasons why you had disliked the boy so much to begin with resurfaced from the depths of your mind. Hands clutched into small, tight fists by your sides, you were about to ask yourself ‘how could he do this to me?’ but stopped yourself, because there were better questions.

Why was it having such an affect on you? Taehyung was a fuckboy and you should have expected nothing better of him. So why did you suddenly feel so heavy and almost wanted to cry?

Because you thought he liked you. Or more importantly, you were starting to like him.

Your breathing was shaky, due to holding back unnecessary tears as best you could. Crying over a fuckboy was something that you would never let yourself do. After all, nothing had ever been made exclusive between the two of you - not even close, you had only kissed twice. You had just made assumptions, and that was only your fault. In a way you were glad, because you remembered why you hated bad boys like him so much; because they were heartless bastards, thinking with their dicks.

“Told ya he’s worse than me.”

The voice made you jump and turn around hastily, eyes meeting a pair of dark ones. You immediately tried to straighten yourself up, gulping down the big lump in your throat.

Jungkook leaned nonchalantly against the wall while glaring down at you, leather jacket hanging heavily on his broad shoulders, messy hair slightly filtering his gaze and hiding whatever emotion it was conveying. Probably one of indifference, you guessed. As he flicked his head to the side, bangs falling over slightly, you found you had been right.

“Whatever,” You mustered upon realizing that it had been your turn to speak, not at all in the mood to talk to Jungkook out of all people. You started walking back down the hallway, ready to go home and watch some cheesy drama, but shortly after you passed him, he spoke again.

“Wanna know why he’s worse?”

Your steps quickly slowed down before you slowly turned around to meet his glare again. You noticed he was no longer leaned against the wall, posture slightly less laid back.

Realizing that you were not going to answer, he continued.

“’Cause he lets girls think he likes them. He lets ‘em think that his attention is on them only. That’s why he tries to be secretive about his hookups, so the other ones won’t find out.”

You let the words sink in and mentally slapped yourself at how obvious it was. It made perfect sense and you couldn’t believe you almost let yourself fall into his trap. You were simply another one of his endless flirts and he had no further intentions with you other than to get in your pants. Though, it still didn’t make sense that he had kissed you so publicly before.

But then you had to remind yourself who you were actually talking to and tried to look more confident, wiping the look of disbelief off your face.

“Just because he’s worse, doesn’t make you any better.”

He shrugged.

“I guess. But I tried to warn you. You just slapped me in return.”

You looked away momentarily.

“You’re an asshole, Jeon. You deserved it.”

His eyebrow raised.

“Hm,” He scoffed, visibly more agitated. “Well, that’s it for me. Have fun with your F in English, it would look good on you. Honestly, anything would look better than that skirt.” His hand lazily gestured to the black, form-fitted jean-skirt you were wearing, a scrutinizing scowl on his face.

You suddenly felt self-conscious, having thought that the piece of clothing looked good on you. Immediately, you wanted nothing but to leave.

You met his boring gaze again, only hatred portrayed in your eyes.

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.”

Then you were walking away from him again. Only this time, he had beaten you. And you had never truly disliked him or Taehyung as much before, as you did now.

“(Y/N), you have to go!” Minyoung whined, pulling at your arm as you sat on your bed, a half-eaten pizza slice in your left hand.

“Minyoung, no.”

The scenario felt all-too familiar, only this time, it was less playful and much heavier.

“Come on. Are we really going through this again?” Your friend questioned, desperation dominating her tone.

“Well, last time, going to the party really didn’t end up being a good idea, right? So why make the same mistake twice?”

Minyoung groaned, stepping out of her shiny heels.

“(Y/N), you can’t actually make me go alone. You’re not going just ‘cause of Taehyung?”

You looked away from your pleading friend at the mention of that name.

“Fuck Taehyung!” She suddenly exclaimed, falling down next to you on the mattress, her weight making the surface bounce underneath you.

“I’d rather not.” You attempted at a humorless joke, taking another bite of the lukewarm pizza.

Minyoung sighed.

“(Y/N), I’m serious. You shouldn’t let him ruin your fun like that.”

“Wasn’t he the fun I was supposed to have at the party, though?”

“You can have fun without him being involved. Shit, go just to spite him. Find another horndog to make out with right in front of his face, or something.”

The idea was intriguing, but giving it a second thought, it probably would only catch his eye for a second or two, and then he would forget about it. After all, he didn’t actually like you.

But the enticing thought of revenge lingered as you swallowed the chewed food in your mouth. It was just that, how would you get revenge on somebody like him? Obviously, you would have to do something that he wouldn’t like. But what could possibly irk him enough to make him just as angry with you as you were with him?

That is when the bright light bulb flicked on above your head.

Memories of rumors you had overheard about a rule that the three boys had between one another, flooded back into your mind. It was a rule that most people at school knew about, just because it was something the boys went steadily by. Apparently, they were not allowed to hook up with the same girl as another one of them had, and they were not allowed to make a move on a girl that another one of them had ‘targeted’. It was silly to you that they actually had a rule like this, but seemingly, they followed by it quite strictly. Because they were best friends, and if one of them got with a girl that another was getting with, it would be humiliating for the one who lost the girl, according to them at least. It was like their brother code.

But rules were only made to be broken, and you felt it was due time. Because you knew that it would guarantee to piss Taehyung off.

Jimin appeared in your mind first. He, being the most likable of the three in your eyes, was automatically the obvious target. But then again, there was Minyoung, who had a full-fledged crush on said boy. It would also cause him a bit of trouble as well, which as far as you knew, he didn’t deserve. You didn’t want to do that to your best friend, nor him.

That left only one other boy to choose from. It made the aftertaste of pizza less desirable and suddenly the plan wasn’t as tempting. But upon realizing that breaking their rule would cause conflict for both him and Taehyung, it was like killing two birds with one stone. All you had to do, was make out with Jungkook.

The idea that had grown in your mind was dangerous; it was immoral; it was nerve-wracking; and it was absolutely, positively, fantastically stupid. But it was perfect, because you were already in the center of the school’s attention.

Was it really worth it? Would it even work, considering Jungkook’s hatred for you? Would you be able to forgive yourself afterwards?

But Taehyung had it coming. You were willing to do it for every poor girl that fuckboy had ever used.

You stood up hastily, feeling Minyoung’s surprised gaze fixed on you, as your demeanor had changed completely.

“Minyoung, help me get dressed. We better not be late.”

She didn’t hesitate to comply.

Walking in to the packed living room, already tipsy teenagers bumping into you, salty smell of sweat lingering in the air, people taking shots of vodka wherever you looked, you couldn’t help but let your gaze find Taehyung the first thing you did.

He stood out somehow among the dancing crowd, just casually chatting with some boy you didn’t quite recognize. His hair was perfectly styled as always, navy sweater fitting his frame just right, dark jeans hugging his legs flatteringly. You hated how bad boys always looked so good. But his good looks didn’t intrigue you like before; rather, they made you angrier. And the burning ball in your stomach that encouraged you to go through with your outrageous plan only grew.

“(Y/N), Minyoung!” You turned to face a grinning Jimin, quickly going in to hug you both. You bit back a smirk when you noticed how Minyoung seemed to get mildly flustered. “You two look good tonight.” He said again, eyeing you up and down. You could feel his gaze linger on your chest a second too long before he directed his attention to Minyoung.

You were wearing a tight-fitting, black cropped top with spaghetti straps, the U-shape of the collar generously showing your decent cleavage. A pair of blue jeans hugging your legs tightly, large rips found here and there. The style wasn’t entirely yours, but you were on a mission and you knew that any help you could get, you would need.

“I’m glad to see you guys came.” The raven-haired boy showed off his pearly whites once again.

“Of course. We said we would.” Minyoung chimed in, obviously trying to start conversation with the young man.

He nodded in a delightful manner in response.

“Well, hello there, sweetie.” A deep voice sounded right by your ear, making you whip around to meet none other than Taehyung himself.

He was sporting his usual smug smirk and inviting expression - you had grown numb to the effects of them, though.

You could see how Minyoung tensed beside you from the corner of your eye. But you didn’t want to show him any irritation, so you only smiled in response.

His hand lightly snaked to land on your lower back, and you immediately stepped away from his touch. He turned his face to you, a confused look dawning across his handsome features, but you only acted as if it was nothing.

“I’ll go get myself a drink,” You announced happily, before sneaking away from the other three.

Only when you reached the table holding many solo cups, having to squeeze through a mass of directionless teenagers on the way, did you actually realize how quick your heartbeat was. It was the excitement of hopefully humiliating Taehyung that got you going and you couldn’t help but smile devilishly at the thought.

You swiftly grabbed one of the red cups of plastic and took a sip of whatever its contents were. As your nose wrinkled slightly at the bitter taste, you figured it was probably a mixture of vodka and some kind of soda. Not too strong, yet not too mild. It was the perfect gasoline to further fuel your devious plans of the night. Although the taste wasn’t too desirable.

Pivoting around to scan the many faces in the room, you realized that most of them were unfamiliar, only some recognizable as other students from your school. But one face stood out to you when you drifted by it, and when you realized who it was, all of the previous courage and motivation you had gathered to go through with your plan, was gone in the blink of an eye.

Because Jungkook looked good, as much as those words coming from you made you almost nauseous. The black t-shirt he was wearing had a low cut, exposing most of his very defined collarbones, and the tight, black jeans with rips on the knees showed the outline of every muscle the boy’s legs possessed. He looked like pure sin and suddenly you felt small as a mouse.

There was no way you could make out with that. You had predicted that you might back out of the plan, but it wasn’t for the reason you had thought. You figured that you wouldn’t be able to do it just because of how much you disliked him; but now, you weren’t even sure what reason it was. Probably because he looked too intimidating, is what you told yourself.

But the face you then spotted next to his, made your eyes widen in surprise; a pleasant one at that. A senior that you had known since a few years back was chatting with the bad boy, and it was the perfect opportunity.

Taking a few seconds to reconsider the plan, you were in deep inner conflict. Was it really worth it to make out with the devil himself, just for revenge on Taehyung? Although, it was just making out, and it would be over before you even knew it had started.

‘Fuck it, (Y/N). Let’s do this shit.’

Before you even fully registered what was happening, your feet were taking long strides in the direction of the boys at the other end of your determined gaze. The distance decreased more and more, and an exaggerated grin appeared on your lips when you had reached your destination.

“Seokjin!” You greeted the older boy cheerfully, earning him to turn around, eyebrows raised while looking down at you. When he recognized your face, his million-dollar smile grew quickly.

“Ah, (Y/N). It’s been a while.” He stepped in for a hug, and you let him. You didn’t acknowledge the confused stare you received from both Jungkook and the unfamiliar boy standing next to him.

“It has. I’m surprised to see you here, Seokjin.”

“Yeah, well, Jungkook and Hoseok here insisted I come, so why not?”

You turned your focus to them, trying not to react to how Jungkook was glaring at you, while his friend, Hoseok, was presenting you a sly smirk.

“Hello.” He greeted you happily.

“Hi, nice to meet you.”

You could almost physically feel how Hoseok’s gaze traveled up and down your body, making you cringe slightly, but you didn’t make it visible.

“How have you been, then?” Seokjin asked, voice presenting genuine curiosity.

“I’ve been well. I assume you have, too. Heard you got the scholarship for that university you always talked about.”

“Ah, yes. News travels fast, I see.”

“Well, congratulations.”

“Thank you very much.” He grinned.

You noticed how Jungkook had a questioning expression, as if he already knew something suspicious was up. But you ignored it and decided to finally put your plan into action.

You swiftly slipped your key chain out of your pocket, ‘accidentally’ dropping it on the floor in front of you, only inches away from Jungkook’s feet.

“Oops,” You sheepishly yelped, quickly bending down to pick it up, fully aware of the fact that it gave the boy a perfect view of your cleavage. You made sure to only move slowly, giving him the suggestive sight for a little too long, before you stood up completely again.

You caught only a split second of Jungkook’s eyes looking below your face, but he was quick to look back up into your eyes, hiding his action discreetly. But as your stunt had gone exactly as planned, you pursed your lips as an attempt to not smile, ignoring the flirtatious grin Hoseok sent you from the side.

You cleared your throat, taking a step back.

“Well, it was so nice to see you again, Seokjin. But I’m gonna go get another drink now.”

“You do that, (Y/N).” Said boy gave you a warm smile before you walked away hastily, heading toward the kitchen.

An odd churning boiled in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was excitement or nervosity, but you were suddenly hit with hope that your plan might actually work. After all, Jungkook was Jungkook; a fuckboy. He would probably make out with anyone without a problem. Maybe even you.

You went to the counter that held the different choices of drinks in bottles, your eye immediately catching the sight of vodka and coke next to each other, deciding that would be your next drink. Your hand reached for one of the empty solo cups which you filled to a third with vodka and up do the edge with coke, carelessly mixing it with your index finger. After feeling that it was mixed enough, you quickly placed the wet digit in your mouth, sucking of the liquid, the vodka leaving a bitter taste at the back of your tongue.

“Wow, what a sight,” A deep voice by the door made you snap your head in its direction, pulling the finger out of your mouth with a pop. Taehyung stood leaned against the doorframe, smirking at you slyly.

You glanced down at your finger, realizing the dirty meaning behind his words and turned back to take a sip of your drink.

“How are you tonight, princess?” His words sounded so genuinely considerate, even though they were heavily laced with flirtiness, and it made you cringe. If you didn’t know what he had done, you would have fallen for it all over again.

Not giving you a chance to answer, you suddenly felt his hands sneaking around your waist from behind. Your muscles tensed with a jerk as you swirled around, facing him with wide eyes. He was certainly very straight forward.

You attempted backing away due to the too-close-for-comfort proximity but your behind only hit the edge of the counter. You were stuck in front of his suggestive smile and burning eyes. You hated that they were still intriguing.

“Hm?” He hummed, reminding you that he had actually asked a question. Catching yourself before you blurted out an answer, you sighed calmly, remembering the reason you even came to the party in the first place.

“I’m perfectly fine,”

He only grinned.

“I’m glad. Since we were so very rudely interrupted last time, maybe you’re interested in picking up where we left off,” His voice was smooth as wine when he spoke down at you, making you narrow your eyes. “I’d wait till later, but you are just a little too irresistible tonight.”

You couldn’t help but stiffen as his gaze danced up and down your body, before returning to your eyes again, making you almost regret having chosen to wear something so revealing.

Then, suddenly he was leaning in, and your hands jerked up and landed flat on his chest, stopping his movement. His eyes slightly widened, eyebrows lifting in confusion.

You plastered a tight smile onto your lips.

“I am doing very well tonight, indeed,” You spoke, putting pressure on him to make him back away to the point were the contact you shared was your hands against his chest and his loosely gripping your waist. “So, Taehyung, I’m not gonna destroy that by becoming another one of your toys.”

Immediately his face contorted into one of utter bewilderment.

“Wha-”

“So,” You pushed him further away, once again grabbing your drink and looking at him with a calmly arrogant expression “I’ll be enjoying this evening, without your bullshit. I won’t let myself be used by you just because you’re hot. Because despite looks, you’re still disgusting. Remember, I’m not like every other girl out there.”

You delightfully took in every feature of his dumbfounded face looking at you with wide eyes, as if something like that had never happened to him before, and it was only adding to the fire screaming ‘revenge’ in the pit of your stomach.

Your head tilted back to chug down the rest of the drink in your cup, knowing that you would need the liquid encouragement if you actually wanted to go through with your plan, and let the bitter drink burn your throat with a gritting of the teeth.

“See you,” You chimed with a wink at the confused boy, before slipping your way out of the kitchen and into the living room once again.

You watched with amused interest as Minyoung was held upside down, chugging the beer from a tube connected to the keg. Now you finally understood why she had refused any parties in the year you had known her. She was absolutely wild. You reminded yourself to force her to parties more often, just for your own selfish amusement.

It had gotten quite late in the night, probably a couple of hours from when you first arrived. It was noticeable in the dull eyes of the drunk teenagers and the toned down atmosphere. There were still people who were trying to dance, but the moves were much sloppier and more careless. This was around the time that people would start hooking up at a party. You realized what it meant; you would have to get down to business.

You had tried to procrastinate and push it as far ahead as possible, because every time your eyes landed on Jungkook, your confidence would falter. You had still managed to get yourself to bend over when you knew he was looking a few times, but never actually caught his eyes on you when you would look up again. Either, he was not falling for your antics what so ever, or he was a master at hiding it.

Your head snapped out of thought when Jimin accidentally bumped into your arm lightly, proving his tipsiness. He had a wide grin on his face, making you reciprocate the action.

“Hey, (Y/N),” He chuckled happily. “Your friend is really wild, ya know. Didn’t seem like a wild one at first but, fuck, look at her.” A laugh broke from him when Minyoung was put back down on the ground, almost tripping over herself. Regaining balance relatively well, she threw both her fists in the air with a loud ‘woo’, everyone around copying her.

“Yeah, you’re right. No one saw that coming,” You giggled along.

You glanced away only momentarily, eyes accidentally grazing past Jungkook, where they then locked. He was on the other side of the room, back leaned against the wall, beer bottle in one hand. What surprised you was that he was alone. A part of you had hoped that he would have seduced some desperate girl by that point, so you would have to back out of your plan with no shame, but not once when you had looked over at him, had he been with a girl. It was beyond strange and it almost made you even more hesitant to actually go through with anything.

But when you caught the sight of Taehyung from the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help but notice that he was glaring at you steadily.

This was the golden chance, you realized. It was ‘now or never’.

You grabbed the shot Jimin had prepared for himself from his grip and downed it with a disgusted contortion of your face. Handing the glass back to the confused boy, you turned around and started walking to the small herd of dancing people in the middle of the room, finding your place right in the line of sight for both Jungkook and Taehyung.

Your head was quickly filled with the loud music, excitement tingling in you veins as your body started moving. You started off with slower movements, eyes discreetly locked on the targeted boy as he hadn’t spotted you yet. Daringly taking a few steps closer, you start swaying sensually to the beat, still feeling Taehyung’s glare burning your sensitive skin. It encouraged you to keep your seductive style of dancing up.

But then his head turned to you, dark eyes momentarily meeting yours, before you hastily looked away, faltering in your movement. How was it that Jungkook made you so insecure that night? You could feel that something different was hovering in the air. As if something unexpected were to happen.

But you had to succeed with your plan. You were in too deep to back out. At least that what you told yourself.

Regaining posture, you started your smooth body waves and rolls of the hips again, carefully glancing in Jungkook’s direction again to check if he was paying attention to you. He was. It was very intimidating, the way his intense gaze traveled up and down your body. You couldn’t help but smirk, the taste of success already teasing the tip of your tongue.

You obnoxiously turned your back against him, jutting your butt out in his direction, moving your hips in rhythm with the song, arms hanging softly above your head, before smoothing down your body as you turned back around. Immediately when you faced him again, you forced your eyes to meet his and when you didn’t look away, an obviously flirtatious smile playing at your lips, you saw his eyebrows quirk upwards.

Now he definitely knew that you were his target. But poor boy, because he didn’t know what he was the target for.

You kept moving your body invitingly, giving your waves and movements straight to him. It felt so good to trick someone like him into such a trap, to finally get back at him and Taehyung. To give them what they deserved.

Before you knew it, the song was over. Being focused on the two glaring gazes fixated on you, you had not noticed for how long you had been dancing until the next track began playing.

‘This is it.’

Panting minimally, you strutted over to Jungkook, hiding your hesitance beneath your playful expression and slight buzz of alcohol in your system.

The closer you got, the darker his eyes became. His frown deepened along with his confusion when you leaned your own back against the wall next to him, turning to meet his gaze.

“Fun party, huh?”

You barely felt the cringe that ran through you at the words, but ignored it and looked to him for an answer.

He only looked at you questioningly, sipping his beer. 

It suddenly hit you how close the two of you were and an uncomfortable growl bubbled in your stomach. It was probably the alcohol that had made you brave enough to go through with something so bizarre.

“Yeah, I guess..” He finally replied, still looking more lost than ever, glare fixed on his features.

“What? Not getting laid or something?” You laughed at your own joke, making his eyebrows furrow even further, as if he was looking at something extraterrestrial.

He didn’t look as amused.

“Something like that.”

You swallowed back your laugh, eyes looking back up at him.

‘Now, (Y/N). Do it, now!’

Your heartbeat quickly escalated and pounded in your ears. A hint of nausea teased your stomach at what you were about to do.

“Well, maybe we can make it a little more fun, then.”

His eyebrows twitched upwards, fixed on you as if he was a lion eyeing his prey as you went to stand in front of him. The suggestive smirk on your face as you stepped closer made him frown deeply.

You shot a glance in Taehyung’s direction, satisfied to see his gaze still on you, before looking back up at Jungkook.

It was a crazy plan and you felt more and more reluctant as you leaned in closer and closer. You had caught the way he had eyed you while you were dancing. He would probably be fine with making out a little, despite it being with you. You just didn’t know if you were. After all, you despised him.

As the proximity lessened more and more, eyes closing steadily, you prayed to the lord that it wouldn’t be too unbearable, before you realized your movements had halted because of two hands holding you still by your arms.

You shot your eyes open in confusion to find Jungkook glaring down at you with one eyebrow raised.

With a gulp, you ignored the mishap and determinedly closed your eyes again and tried leaning forward, but his hard grip wouldn’t let you budge.

With a sigh, he spoke.

“What exactly are you doing?”

You looked at him, flirtatious act slightly faltering because of irritation before smiling up at him tightly.

“Don’t talk. Just relax.” You tried, only earning a scoff from him.

“No, (Y/N), stop. I’m not gonna let you just use me to get revenge on Taehyung.”

Your eyes widened at his words, brain slowly processing what he had just said. Since when had he known exactly what you were going to do?

With a loud huff, your shoulders slumped and you showed an annoyed scowl, giving up your act completely.

“Okay, listen, asshole. I need you to make out with me, right now.” You stated,  tone leaving traces of a scolding manner.

He let out a breathy chuckle; partially because of your drastic change in demeanor, and partially because of your blunt words.

‘He knows how to laugh? The fuck?’

“Never expected those words to come outta your mouth. And why the hell would I do that, anyway?”

“Because you owe me. You humiliated me in the middle of the cafeteria.”

He didn’t look anywhere near convinced.

“If I recall correctly, you humiliated me, too.”

“You called me ugly before.” You tried.

“You called me a lowlife, an asshole and a pig.”

A groan of utter frustration vibrated up your throat. Well, your plan had officially gone to shit.

He gave a hint of a chuckle again, possibly amused by your irritated expression. But the sound was condescending.

“I’m surprised you’re actually willing to make out with me just to get back at Tae. The two of you weren’t even in that deep yet. Literally.”

He laughed at his own innuendo, making you present him a distasteful grimace.

“This is not just for me; it’s for every girl he’s ever hurt. If I’m right, you making out with me would cause him great humiliation according to that rule, wouldn’t it? Since he didn’t sleep with me yet, and I go for his friend. Am I right?”

He pursed his lips in a wondering expression.

“You’re right. So, why do you think I’d do that to my best friend. For you, nonetheless?”

“Well, you two seem to not be on the greatest side of each other lately, anyway. Aren’t you like mad at him for getting with me even though he knows you hate me so much? Can’t you just take this as a way of getting back at him for that?”

He stayed silent at your words, eyes staring you down with a wondering gaze. You could still feel Taehyung’s glare burning the side of your face and felt your legs shaking in impatience. You had pretty much failed, you figured. But the little bit of alcohol you had consumed was enough to keep you trying.

Jungkook let a discreet sigh leave his nose before he straightened his back.

“Alright. Fine then.”

Your eyes widened at his words, muscles stiffening. For some reason the response that should have made you satisfied, had you faltering and second guessing yourself instead. Were you actually about to kiss Jeon Jungkook?

The hint of a smirk twitched at his lip at your puzzled expression, but he masked it too quickly for you to have noticed.

“But it’s not my fault if I puke because you taste so bad.”

His insult pulled you right back to reality and reminded you of how disgusting you thought he was.

“Right back at ya.”

He glanced in the direction of where Taehyung stood before looking back down at you.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

His words sent an unknown tickle to burst in your stomach, but you ignored it and took a deep breath.

“Yep, plea-”

Before you knew it, his hands gripped your shoulders and his lips enclosed around yours. The burning dread you felt slowly faded when you realized ‘it’s not that bad, after all.’

His lips were softer than expected and moved with a smoother rhythm than you had imagined. And he didn’t taste all that bad either.

You didn’t remember closing your eyes, nor circling your arms around his neck, but didn’t care when you caught yourself. His hands snaked a tight grip around your waist, pulling you into him while letting your fingers thread through his dark locks.

It was bearable. It was worryingly bearable, and you didn’t like it one bit. Although, you didn’t dislike it either. Which was why you hated it even more.

But the two of you were only kissing, and you knew what was to come. Kissing would have probably been enough, but making out would get Taehyung more pissed and either way you were too okay with it to care.

That was until his tongue actually shot into your mouth, meeting yours, and sending a hard wave of electricity through your entire body. Your eyes shot open in shock at the foreign feeling, lips stiffening against his. And then you were shakily pushing him away.

His dazed eyes opened in confusion as he looked down at you.

“I-I,” You stuttered. “I think th-that’s enough, I-”

His hands landing a firm grip on your arms and spinning you to press your back against the wall had you swallowing your words right back down.

“For once, would you shut that pretty little mouth of yours and let me do this?”

Speechless, you only stared back at him with eyes so wide they were almost falling out of their sockets.

He didn’t wait for a response before he dove back in. This time, he was more rough.

His hands traveled down your body, landing on your hips before pressing further into you. And unwillingly, you were somehow melting underneath his advances.

The second his tongue slipped into your mouth again, the foreign feeling was back. But the second time around, it came with more pleasure. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down and even closer. His tongue was so soft and almost addictive.

“Tell me when,” He said between kisses, and you knew he meant that you would say when it was enough.

You didn’t answer.

The rational part of yourself knew that you would regret this the next day. But that same part of yourself was long gone. At this point, you were nothing but willing to continue.

Before you knew it, his hands started roaming up and down your body, squeezing occasionally, making you sigh into his mouth as your lips moved together. Once his fingers gripped the backside of your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his hips, you suddenly realized the pounding sensation between your legs, the yearn for touch.

You were incredibly turned on.

“Whenever it’s enough,”

You ignored him.

Automatically you pushed his hips into yours, sighing at the subtle friction it caused you and barely hearing a groan leave the male in front of you. His hands landed on your ass, squeezing it firmly, tongue dominating yours in a pleasurable dance. Your fingers pulled aggressively at his brown strands of hair, making it a sexy mess.

Suddenly he bit your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and sending another wave of heat to pool in your panties.

“Should I stop?”

You didn’t hear him.

And he didn’t ask again.

Your hands pulled him back down, smashing your lips harshly onto his, letting him press you further into the wall. The action made his crotch grind into you, making you almost moan out loud. He seemed to notice however, because then he was intentionally pressing into you in a steady rhythm.

You almost whined when his lips left yours but held the sound back when you felt him kissing down your jaw and neck, landing at the base below your ear. When he started biting at the skin and sucking firmly, you didn’t even feel like yourself any longer.

You had forgotten about Taehyung completely.

When Jungkook sucked down on a particular spot at the base of your neck, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Jungkook,” You moaned out loud. You hadn’t thought about the action before a second later, when said man stilled against you completely, making your eyes open halfway to look down at him. He slowly looked up from your neck, eyes wide when meeting yours.

That’s when you realized the incredibly erotic scene you had just acted out in front of everyone, Taehyung being in the front row seat. With none other than Jeon Jungkook himself.

Your eyes shot wider than saucers before you hastily pushed Jungkook away, making him stumble briefly.

The two of you only stared at each other with shocked looks, almost as if the both of you didn’t even know what had just happened. The sick feeling of nausea started bubbling in your stomach, stares from many in the room only adding to the uncomfortable sensation.

Neither of you knew what to say. So you broke the silence in panic.

“Ehm, thanks.”

Then you were dashing out of the room, knowing that if you had stayed any longer, you would have given everyone even more of a show with your vomit all over the floor.

[FEB 10 - 2017 10:00 PM]

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