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Stay With Me || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: Being married to Jungkook was everything you’d wished for and more. There wasn’t a problem the two of you couldn’t tackle together, and building this life with the person you loved most was all you could ask for. But when a ghost from your past returns and threatens to pull you two apart in whatever way they can, will things still be the same?

➥Genre: established relationship, heavy angst (I’m so sorry), smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~14.2k (more of a one shot than a drabble I know, oops)

Before you continue there are darker themes explored in this drabble; please read at your own risk. Appropriate warnings are listed below.

➥Content Warnings: POV switches, feelings of anxiety from being in danger, jungkook is protective (and for good reason), we see a pissed off hoseok, (tw: harassment, violence, implied/attempted kidnapping, reader gets injured), yoongi & jimin to the rescue (bless them), jungkook is pissed off (again for good reason), jungkook cries, reader also cries, jungkook has feelings of insecurity and not being good enough, they have ✨very emotional sex✨ up against a wall, cursing (fuck is said a lot), slight hair pulling, fingering (very brief), jungkook has a big dick, unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), dirty talk, rough sex, cumming inside, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops except there’s a twist this time around

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! However, I would highly recommend reading OFY beforehand so as to better understand the relationships between these characters since there’s a lot of history behind everything that will make more sense. (I also mentioned this in the post for OFY but for those who haven’t read it, the Kun in the story isn’t referring to any other irl person specifically, it was just a name I chose to make the initial story easier to write.)

The POV switches between the reader and a few of the characters, but this will always be indicated by the name in the switch being bolded (i.e. you or Jungkook will be in bold, etc.).

I always do this but thank you to @dntaewithluv for keeping me sane during the writing process and giving me feedback as well as the motivation to continue when I feel discouraged, I love you so much 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait - ~6 months after OFY

When I Dream Of You - ~1 year after OFY

This fic takes place a few months after the dream drabble. I welcome feedback, so if you ever want to talk to me about my writing, please do! I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn @diorkookie @swee3tcreature @sugaslittlekookies @moonchild1 @bangtanhome

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Visiting Jungkook at the bar during his shifts had become one of your favorite pastimes over the last few years. And not just because you got to see him, but also because it gave you a chance to get closer to some of his - and now your - friends as well.

Take tonight for example: you stopped by on your way home from work, and everything happened like it usually did. Jungkook’s smile was typically the first thing to greet you when you walked through the door before he and Jimin got into a playful bickering match about bar duties.

You parked yourself in your usual stool at the bar and watched the scene before you unfold - Jimin tossing one of the bar towels to Jungkook, who caught it with ease, all the while mumbling ‘less distraction and more action, Kook.’ Jungkook slung the towel over his shoulder before making a big show out of walking over to you.

“Hey pretty lady, what can I get for you tonight?” Jungkook’s voice was dripping with charm and it made you giggle. He leaned across the bar, resting his forearms on the wood. Even when he was just standing here in a plain black t-shirt with his dark hair curling in front of his eyes you still thought he was the most ethereal person you’d ever seen.

You hummed. “Hmm, I think I’ll have just a water, thanks.” Jungkook was already moving to fix your beverage before you even finished. “Do you always greet people like this,” you teased him as he sat the glass down in front of you.

He was wiping his hands on the towel still perched on his shoulder. “Nah, I only save it for the special ones. I am a married man, after all.”

You giggled again and he reached further across the bar to give you a quick kiss before being interrupted by Jimin again.

“You two are adorable, I love that, but I really could use some help over here, Kook!”

Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes before he excused himself to tend to his actual job. You just sat and observed while you drank, looking at him with loving eyes. He was really in his element here and it showed. All his customers were always happy patrons because he treated them all well.

Yeah, everything was playing out as it normally did on nights like these.

What you weren’t expecting, however, was for that to change.

On your way to find Yoongi so you could stop by and chat with him before heading home, you passed by a booth where a few rowdy men were seated. You tried to slip past them and pay them no mind-

-until one of them caught you by the wrist.

You froze. You wondered if maybe this was someone you knew and had possibly offended by not saying hello, but one look at the table let you know you’d never seen these 3 men before in your life.

“Hey, where you off to in a rush, baby?” The pet name made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to just slink away and pretend like this never happened. But it was happening, the man’s tight grip on your wrist a reminder of that.

One of the other booth members spoke up. “Yeah, why not have a seat with us and talk for a bit? You look like you’re in need of some company.”

You shook your head and tried to muster a small smile so you could turn them down easy. You’d read and heard way too often about moments like these that could turn out badly if you acted a certain way.

“No thank you, I was just on my way out,” you hoped that would be the end of it, but the man holding your wrist wasn’t having it. He jerked you down to where you were seated right beside him in the empty space of the booth, making you whimper in pain when you hit the seat hard. His other friends laughed boisterously at your distress.

You situated yourself and looked up to see if you could spot someone, anyone around that you knew. You were unfortunately at the back corner of the bar, since Yoongi’s office was around here.

You tried to get up and make a break for it, but the man pulled you down again. “C’mon sweetheart, we don’t wanna hurt you. We just wanna talk, that’s all.”

Before you could respond, another voice cut through.

“Hands off,” the voice was low and stern, making all heads at the booth turn. When you looked up you saw Hoseok standing above you, arms crossed and looking pissed.

“Hoseok,” you breathed out, grateful that he was working the floor tonight and had stopped by before the situation escalated.

Hoseok didn’t say another word as his eyes drifted down to you quickly before glaring at the man still holding on to you.

“Lighten up, man, we’re just trying to have some fun-”

“I saw the whole thing and she’s clearly not wanting to engage in your idea of ‘fun’ so again: hands off.” Hoseok’s fingers flexed around his forearm, and apparently that was all the warning they needed.

The man let go of you and shoved you away from him, almost making you fall to the ground if Hoseok hadn’t steadied you. He wrapped an arm around you before calling out.

“Joon, Jin, need a hand here!”

Within seconds, the bodyguards of the establishment - also friends of yours - were at the table, looking as intimidating as ever. The 3 men still seated were starting to look a lot less pleased about the ordeal.

“I think these 3 have had it for the night,” Hoseok stated, starting to walk the both of you away so your friends could work their magic. You looked back at them one last time, just barely catching their interaction, which consisted of Seokjin promptly putting one of the men in his place when he tried to throw a punch.

When Hoseok had you seated in an empty booth at the other end of the bar, he knelt down beside you.

“Hey. You ok?” His voice had lost all its frightening timbre, now laced with nothing but concern. You didn’t realize you were still a little shaky until you noticed yourself trembling. You nodded, the best answer you could give right now.

Hoseok patted your knee before he stood up. “Stay here, I’m going to go get Kook-”

You reached out lightning fast to grab onto his sleeve before you pleaded “Don’t.”

Hoseok’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What, why not?”

“I don’t- I don’t want him to worry.” You were telling the truth; Jungkook had been on edge lately, and things were finally starting to get somewhat back to normal. If you didn’t have to add to that worry, you didn’t want to.

Hoseok’s frown deepened. “Y/N-”

“There you are!”

That voice that always managed to make your heart flutter only made you panic more in this instance. Jungkook was walking over to your booth quickly with a huge smile on his face, waving to the two of you. Hoseok moved out of the way so Jungkook could see you more, and you tried your best to smile back.

“Hey, I’ve been looking all over for you,” Jungkook addressed you as he pushed his hair out of his face. “I thought you went to go talk to Yoongi, but he said he hadn’t seen you yet.”

“Yeah, I was just on my way, but I ran into Hoseok-”

“Y/N,” Hoseok warned. Jungkook’s smile turned into one of confusion.

“What’s going on,” Jungkook was quick to ask before you could respond. It was then that he fully noticed how you were seated, somewhat curled into yourself.

“You need to tell him,” Hoseok’s eyes were burning into yours, and Jungkook felt a small pit of unease settle in his stomach. He knelt down beside you, similar to how Hoseok had done moments prior.

“Angel, hey, talk to me. What’s this about?” Jungkook took one of your hands in his and shook it slightly before placing a kiss on the back of it.

“It’s nothing, really-”

“Some guy put his hands on her.” Hoseok clearly was over you beating around the bush.

“What,” Jungkook’s tone was slipping into one you didn’t recognize and for good reason: he sounded furious. His hand tightened around yours.

Hoseok nodded, Jungkook’s attention on him now. “Yeah, I’m glad I noticed. Saw some dude grab her wrist and pull her down into the booth with them.”

Jungkook was up on his feet, hand disappearing from yours.

“What the fuck, where did they go,” he started to walk off but Hoseok held him back.

“Joon and Jin already took care of it, don’t worry. But I still just thought you should know.” Hoseok patted Jungkook on the shoulder and you watched as his body, still visibly tense, relaxed somewhat.

“I gotta get back to work, you can take a little time though, yeah?” Hoseok started walking off after giving you one last look, almost as if he was saying sorry but you knew he did the right thing.

Jungkook took a deep breath before finally looking back at you, his face softening instantly. He slid into the seat across from you, placing his palms on the table as he looked down.

“Koo-”

“Are you ok, at least,” his voice was low, but you could still hear it just over the faint tunes of the jukebox.

“I’m fine-”

“Define fine,” he scoffed. It was clear the two of you wouldn’t get anywhere like this, so you did the only thing you could think to do: you reached out and took both his hands in yours.

Jungkook looked up then through the curtain of tresses still falling into his eyes. He sighed.

“Sorry, baby, I know I shouldn’t be acting like this. It’s just- with everything we’ve been through with him I can’t help but worry about stuff like this.”

You understood completely because you were in the same boat.

Both of you had recently been experiencing less than pleasant encounters with your ex-fiancé, Kun, who for some reason decided he had a vendetta against the two of you. A vendetta that only got worse when you both made it clear you wanted nothing to do with him ever again.

The past week had been pretty quiet, but neither of you could shake the awful feeling that Kun wasn’t gone for good. And tonight’s fiasco did nothing to help that.

“Well it’s over now and I’m ok and I didn’t get hurt so let’s try not to focus on it, yeah?” You squeezed his hands for emphasis and he sighed. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to be worried the rest of his shift, and he still had a few hours left.

“Yeah, I’ll try. I’m just so glad Hoseok was around...are you still wanting to talk to Yoongi?”

You nodded, happy to see Jungkook had relaxed some more from when he first sat across from you.

“I’ll take you to his office, then.” Jungkook got up, pulling you with him since his hands were still in yours. When you both were standing, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you into a hug.

He looked down at you before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Also I hate to ask but do you mind staying until I get done with my shift? I’m not too keen on the idea of you going home alone now with everything-“

You giggled and caressed his cheek. “Of course, Koo. I’ll come sit at the bar when I get done talking to Yoongi.”

Jungkook brushed his nose against yours. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you responded before you reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. His hold around you tightened, and he deepened the kiss for only a moment before pulling back.

“Fuck, I forgot I’m at work, I need to be careful when you’re around.” He carded a hand through his hair before shaking his head to let it fall back into place.

You laughed at his flustered nature, feeling a bit flustered yourself at the fact that even now you still had such an effect on each other. “Well we are back here in a dark corner where not many people are around,” you teased.

Jungkook smirked before tickling your sides, making you laugh louder as you squirmed to get away.

“Don’t tempt me. I’d rather not get fired for public indecency if I can help it.”

“Fine, fine, I guess just take me to see Yoongi then,” you pretended to pout and were rewarded with a chuckle. He led you to the back now where Yoongi’s office was at, his hand wrapped around yours while he scanned the bar the whole way there.

When the two of you reached the familiar door, Jungkook gave your hand one last squeeze and kissed your cheek.

“I’ve gotta get back to the bar, just come chill up there when you’re done, yeah?” His eyebrows were slightly furrowed like he was still worried, but your gentle smile helped smooth them out.

“Of course. I’ll see you soon.”

You knocked on the door and after hearing Yoongi’s muffled greeting you opened it to walk through, not sparing another glance at Jungkook.

“Y/N! I was wondering when you might be stopping by.” Yoongi smiled brightly at you, always making you feel welcome no matter the circumstance. You took a seat in your usual spot across from his desk where he was currently reclining in his chair.

“Hey, Yoon. How are things?” It’d been a little while since the two of you had properly caught up since things had been so chaotic lately.

Yoongi shrugged. “Can’t complain. Business is good and we’ve been pulling in more regulars. I’d like to say it’s thanks to Jungkook but don’t tell him I told you that. Kid has a big enough head as it is.”

You couldn’t help the proud grin that stretched across your face. Jungkook had been working hard to help turn the bar into a more welcoming environment and increased his work hours to also assist with some building upgrades Yoongi had been wanting to install for years. Their business had increased exponentially as a result, so you knew Yoongi meant it when he said he had Jungkook to thank.

“I’ll be sure to keep it our little secret,” you brought your hand up to mimic a ‘shh’ expression and Yoongi chuckled.

“Perfect.” He leaned forward then, an elbow resting on his desk and his head supported by his palm. “So tell me: how’s married life?”

“It’s everything I could ever want and more. I can’t say much has changed except the whole ‘legally being bound together’ thing, since we still act the same. It’s just…nice. Really, really nice.” Your gaze drifted down to your wedding ring, and as it was with every other time you saw it, you could feel something akin to butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

Yoongi gave you his trademark lopsided grin. “Glad to hear it. You know, I was always rooting for you two from the start.”

You feigned annoyance, playfully rolling your eyes. “I know, I know, you only tell me every chance you get.” Yoongi never took a liking to your ex-fiancé and had always favored Jungkook, this much you knew. Even before Kun turned into the person he was now, Yoongi never cared for him. And he made sure it was known.

“Have you thought about when you’re going to pop the question?” You decided to switch gears and put him on the spot, giggling at the way he seemed flustered.

“Well I uh, I’ve thought about it I just- it’s hard to figure out the right time, you know? And is she even ready for that, I can’t tell-”

“Min Yoongi, you stop that right now. She is so in love with you that I bet she’s ready for you to ask any day now, just so she can say yes like she’s been wanting to for so long now.” You had spent enough time around Yoongi and his long-term partner to know that the two were head-over-heels for each other, nearly rivaling you and Jungkook in how easy it was to tell.

Yoongi grinned. “You think so, huh?”

“No doubt in my mind. In fact-” you were cut off by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your pocket. You hastily took it out, not sure who could be calling at this hour.

It dawned on you then that you had been expecting a new client to call, and the number on your screen was one you didn’t recognize so you figured it could be them. Your boss had heavily expressed the importance of this client and their business venture they were offering, so without giving it another thought you hopped out of your chair.

“Sorry Yoon, I need to take this real quick. Do you mind if I step out the back door? It shouldn’t take too long.” You were already heading to leave his office, trying to catch the call before it stopped ringing, barely missing his soft “Go ahead.”

You bolted through the back door of the establishment, out into the dimly lit parking lot. As soon as you heard the door shut, you swiftly answered the call.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking, may I ask who’s calling?” You gave your usual greeting for work related or other conversations when you didn’t recognize the number. The silence that you were met with on the other end made a chill run down your spine.

You froze altogether when the other voice spoke.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to answer calls from numbers you don’t know?”

You felt your lower lip tremble. “K-Kun?”

A dark chuckle from the other end of the line. “Missed me, sweetheart?”

‘Just hang up,’ your brain was screaming at you, but you were holding your phone in an iron-tight grip, knuckles taut.

“Leave me alone and never contact me again,” you were finally able to respond, moving your arm to bring your phone down to hang up.

Your phone hit the ground before you got the chance.

Someone had come up behind you and pulled both arms behind your back, a hand coming around to muffle the scream you let out.

“Shhh,” someone whispered beside your ear. “You don’t want to make this harder for yourself, hm?”

That voice, why did you recognize that voice?

The person started dragging you off into one of the darker corners of the parking lot, ignoring your futile attempts to kick and writhe out of their grasp. You continued screaming into their palm but to no avail.

When you reached where they wanted you to be, they let you go and pushed you down onto the ground, causing your back to hit the wall and briefly knock the breath out of you. Before you could pick yourself back up, 2 other shadowy figures blocked your path. There was just enough light for you to finally make out the faces of the 3 people standing over you.

They were the same ones from earlier in the bar, the ones who had harassed you and yanked you down into their booth.

“What do you want,” you sobbed out into the night air. You were too terrified to try screaming again, afraid of what they might do. Especially now that you were across the lot, away from your phone and any chance of contacting someone else. Not to mention the fact that it was loud inside the bar, so screaming wouldn’t do you many favors anyway.

And if someone walked by, nothing would look out of the ordinary since it was just dark enough where you were to obscure the vision of anyone looking from the outside.

Before any of them could answer you, there was another sound you heard faintly in the distance: footsteps.

“Hel-,” you started to cry out, but as if they knew what you were planning, one of the men dropped down and covered your mouth again, now letting you see who was approaching behind them. Your eyes widened in terror as you took in the newcomer’s sinister grin.

You watched as Kun nodded to the other 2 men and they moved aside, while the third one still keeping your mouth covered moved slightly out of the way. Kun knelt down and moved his hand, replacing it with his own before you could scream again.

“Well well, fancy seeing you here.” Kun reached out and caressed your check with the back of his other hand, making you let out a strangled whimper as you tried to move back and away from him. He shook his head at your action and grabbed onto one of your arms now instead, pulling you and himself up in a swift motion.

His grip around your arm was painful, making you wince. Kun either didn’t notice or didn’t care. One look into his eyes was enough to see that the man you’d spent many years of your life with was completely gone with no trace left whatsoever. You didn’t know this person standing in front of you now.

And you didn’t ever want to.

“Now, I’m gonna move my hand, and you’re not gonna scream. Got it? Because if you do,” he moved forward to where his face was inches away from yours now. “I promise this will be so much worse for you. And you know I always keep my promises, don’t you?”

Kun was laughing before you could react at all, knowing good and well he’d broken several promises during your time together. He must have taken your silence as compliance because you could feel his hand relaxing around your face.

“Good girl,” the words made you shudder repulsively, wanting nothing more than for this to be just a terrible figment of your imagination and for you to be back inside at the bar waiting on Jungkook.

Jungkook. The thought of him caused a lump to form in your throat. You had no idea what Kun had planned for you, and that caused your heart to constrict as the vision of Jungkook smiling lovingly at you flashed through your mind.

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt a tear roll down your cheek. You opened them again once you felt Kun’s hand disappear.

“Ah, so you can take direction well. I guess Jungkook’s trained you somewhat since you’re his bitch now-”

“What do you want,” you asked through gritted teeth. The last thing you wanted to hear come from this man’s mouth was the name of your beloved. You didn’t want him brought up at all, the less this was focused on Jungkook the better.

But, since it was Kun, that obviously didn’t happen.

Kun laughed again, a loud, ugly sound. “What do I want? The same thing I’ve always wanted. Isn’t it obvious?”

The 3 men were crowded around both of you now, and it dawned on you then that they were blocking any means of escape for you. That didn’t bode well for you and you knew it, but you held your ground. You didn’t want to give Kun any more of the upper hand than he already had.

Kun finally dropped his other hand from your arm in favor of now caging you in against the wall. You were trapped even more now, but you just stared back at him, trying your best to look unfazed. Kun dipped his head down and you held your breath.

“What I want,” you could feel him barely hovering over your lips and the feeling made your skin crawl, “is for Jungkook to pay.”

“Pay for what,” you couldn’t help your annoyed tone. Kun’s obsession with Jungkook and ‘coming out on top’ – whatever that even meant, you weren’t entirely sure – had gotten old and you were beyond sick of it. “He owes you nothing, we owe you nothing.”

Kun hummed and shook his head, his nose almost brushing against yours, but you turned your head and let it graze against your cheek.

”I don’t think you get to decide that, not in the position you’re in, anyway. You see, I’m tired of seeing Jungkook get literally everything handed to him without trying-”

“Jungkook has worked hard for everything he has, something you wouldn’t know about,” you spat back. Kun was right, you were certainly in no position to be talking back right now, but you wouldn’t stand idly by while he slandered Jungkook just because he felt like it. “You’ve always been jealous of him-”

“Shut up, shut up!” Kun snarled, all but yelling in your face before he grabbed you by the jaw. You grimaced from the pain of it, a sound something like a scream starting but dying in your throat.

“You fucking infuriate me sometimes, you know that? I can’t believe I wasted so many years with you.” His grip around your jaw tightened as he finished talking, making it almost too hard for you to respond.

“Likewise,” you managed to get out, not being able to help the sob you let out when he squeezed more.

“Doesn’t matter.” Kun’s face stretched into that evil, Cheshire-like grin and for the first time that night you felt genuinely horrified about what his true intentions might be. “I’m not concerned with you or how you feel.”

Kun finally let go of your jaw and you let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. He grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you closer, knocking you off balance and unfortunately causing you to brace yourself against his chest.

He hugged you to him and whispered in your ear: “What I do care about is seeing Jungkook’s reaction when his precious wife is suddenly nowhere to be found.”

That kicked you into fight or flight mode, eyes widening and mouth opening to scream as you flailed your hands around. Your flailing did little to help you because Kun was already dragging you alongside him away from the wall, still holding you close.

“Let me go, you psycho!” you screamed, only causing him to turn you around and put a hand over your mouth again while his other arm held you firm against his torso.

“One of you bring the car around,” Kun ordered, and you saw one of the men dashing away. As you were pulled further away from the bar, your vision was clouded with a film of tears and your muffled sobs were hidden behind Kun’s hand. You were no match for his strength, and he proved it because he was literally dragging you across the concrete despite you being so uncooperative. Gentle raindrops had just started falling from the sky, further impairing your vision.

It was then that you heard a pained grunt followed by a thud coming from a little further away, in the direction the other man had ran off to. You tried to focus your eyes to see what was happening when the next sound that graced your ears was fast footsteps as they pounded against the pavement.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!”

A familiar voice made you cry out with joy and fight harder against Kun.

“Yoongi,” you cried out, still muffled but enough to draw his attention to your face now. He was running toward Kun fast, and when he saw the position you were in, he sped up, determined to free you by any means necessary.

You briefly worried about the other men behind him, until you saw that another was already knocked down and someone else – you thought it might be Jimin – was currently fighting with the third man. While your attention was on them, you didn’t register Kun tossing you aside until it was too late.

You slipped on the now wet pavement and fell down, barely able to brace yourself for the impact in time. Your earlier vision of Jungkook smiling was the last thing to flash through your mind before your head hit the ground.

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Yoongi glanced at his watch for the second time. It’d been about 10 minutes since you stepped outside to take your phone call, and he figured it had to have been important if you were still outside.

As he was wondering whether or not to call you himself to see if everything was alright, Jimin stuck his head inside the office, peeking around the door. “Hey boss, is Y/N around?”

Yoongi sat up straight. “Yeah, she stepped outside to take a call but it’s been a few minutes. Why?”

Jimin’s face blanched. “She went alone?”

“Yeah... Jimin’s what’s going on?”

Jimin took a deep breath. “It’s probably nothing, but earlier there were some guys that straight up harassed her. They were thrown out but-“

Yoongi held a hand up. “Wait. Pause. Someone harassed her? Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?”

Jimin had stepped fully into the room now, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looked at the ground. “Well it wasn’t that long ago, so maybe nobody had the chance yet.”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed. “Does Jungkook know?”

Jimin nodded. “Yeah, he’s the one who asked me to come check on her without being too obvious about it. I think the whole thing has him spooked.”

Yoongi didn’t like the feeling that was slowly creeping up on him. He dialed your number and put the receiver to his ear, hoping to hear a busy signal on the other end.

When he was met with a series of rings, his heart started beating faster. He was up and out of his chair fully by the time he heard your voicemail greeting.

“Fuck,” he mumbled out loud to no one in particular. He was jogging over to the back door, a confused Jimin following close behind.

“Yoongi, what-”

“Not now, Jimin.” He picked up his pace, feeling his chest tighten as he approached the door. He was hoping that when he opened it you would be on the other side, because maybe you just lost track of time and your phone was on silent.

Wishful thinking helps in times of peril, right?

Yoongi pushed the door open quickly, letting it bang against the side of the bar. You were nowhere in sight, his eyes frantically searching through the lot for a trace of you.

What he was met with, though, was instead the sight of 3 - maybe 4? - dark figures across the lot, huddled in a suspicious way. His heart dropped to his stomach.

He started running, not knowing what would meet him when he did, but not caring either. As he approached, one of the figures tried to block him. He took them down easily with a single punch, making them groan in pain as their body connected with the ground. Yoongi never stopped running for even a moment.

His heart wrenched when his vision finally adjusted enough to the darkness outside and he could see you and exactly who was holding you.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” He shouted as he continued running, getting ready to barrel into Kun at any moment.

Hearing your faint cry of his name only made him go faster when his eyes landed on your horrified face.

It was raining now but Yoongi wouldn’t let that stop him from saving you. What he didn’t anticipate was for Kun to throw you in the opposite direction, making him conflicted about who to go after now. He settled for pursuing Kun still, finally reaching him and grabbing him by the shirt.

“What the actual fuck is your problem,” Yoongi yelled in Kun’s face. Kun brought his hands up to try and tear Yoongi’s away, but they wouldn’t budge.

Kun stopped trying to fight back and smiled at Yoongi, making a fresh wave of disgust cascade over him. When Kun spoke, his voice had a calm edge to it. “I’ll just keep coming back, no matter how many times you and those idiots in there,” he jerked his head in the direction of the bar, “try to keep me away.”

Yoongi quickly spun Kun around and forced him to the ground, keeping his hands behind his back and not giving him a way to escape. “Jimin, call the cops,” he called over his shoulder before leaning closer to Kun’s face. “We may not be able to keep you away, but they certainly can with all the dirt we have on you.”

Kun chuckled slightly before grimacing when Yoongi twisted his arm further. “You know,” he huffed out, “Y/N was pretty off balance when I threw her earlier.”

Yoongi stilled. He realized that Kun was trying to distract him by making him worry about you, and unfortunately for Yoongi it was working. Especially when his eyes fell on your unmoving figure several feet away, lying on your side.

“Shit,” he jumped up and ran over to you, completely abandoning Kun, beyond caring at that point. He knelt down and turned you over. He swallowed when he saw the way your arm landed limply on the ground beside him. He embraced your upper body within his arms, shaking you a little.

“Y/N, hey, wake up,” he begged. He could feel that you were still breathing, but it was very evident your fall had knocked you out. And Yoongi knew there was no telling what happened before he even got to you, so he had no clue how injured you might actually be.

He heard footsteps approaching from behind him, splashing against the puddles that were starting to form in the parking lot. He didn’t have to look up to know it was Jimin, since the other man was calling out his name before he got there.

“Yoongi, I called them, they said – wait where did he go?” Jimin was standing over Yoongi now, looking from one area of the parking lot to the other, but Kun was nowhere in sight. “Did you let him leave?”

Yoongi’s silence prompted Jimin to finally look down and his mouth dropped open as he himself dropped to kneel next to Yoongi.

“Holy shit, what happened,” Jimin reached out to gingerly touch your arm, frown deepening when he got no response from you.

“She probably hit her head when that bastard threw her earlier. She’s just knocked out, I think,” Yoongi’s voice was lined with unbridled anger. “Go see if you can find Jin since he’s the closest thing we have to a medic right now. And get Kook.”

Jimin nodded and without another word took off toward the bar. Yoongi couldn’t fathom how Jungkook would react but he knew it wouldn’t be good. As he waited, he held you closer, trying to shield you from the rain.

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Jungkook’s fingers were drumming against the bar absentmindedly as he listened to one of his regular patrons drone on about their week as they usually did on nights like tonight. He was genuinely trying to focus on what they were saying, truly he was, but his mind had been so muddled ever since the incident earlier that he found it hard to think about anything else.

Which is exactly why he had asked Jimin to casually check in on you and Yoongi.

It’d been a few minutes and Jimin still wasn’t back; Jungkook hoped that they were all 3 chatting and Jimin was just taking his time. He did want him to be inconspicuous about it, after all.

His patron finally excused themselves to go to the restroom, and Jungkook offered them a soft smile. For a second, he allowed himself to take a deep breath and try to push any lingering negative thoughts out of his mind so he could make it through the rest of his shift.

Jungkook should’ve known better than to hope for a moment’s peace.

He heard Jimin before he saw him, colliding with the other end of the bar. Jungkook cautiously started walking over to him, trying to ignore the heavy feeling that settled over his body like a suffocating blanket.

“Kook,” Jimin panted, “we need you. Now.”

The expression on Jimin’s face and the urgency of his voice made Jungkook’s blood run cold. He wasted no time in leaving the bar as he followed Jimin, nearly running him over when Jimin stopped once they were outside. As his sight adjusted to the drizzling rain, he saw something that made him run as fast as he could before eventually falling to his knees, panic seizing his heart.

“No. No no no no no,” Jungkook was chanting over and over as he stared at you, huddled against Yoongi as he held you close. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t moving.

Jungkook’s hands were shaking, and he could feel his lips quivering. Yoongi stared at Jungkook somberly before gentle passing you over to him.

He immediately drew you to him, burying your face in his chest while he cradled the back of your head with his palm.

The rain started pouring down harder now and he knew it was pelting against his back, cold and wet enough to chill him to the bone. But Jungkook felt nothing. There was nothing but numbness as he continued to rock you gently in his arms and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Hey angel, I’m here,” his voice was unsteady. “It’s me, baby, I’ve got you. You’re gonna be ok,” his arm that was wrapped around your back tightened its hold on you and he placed his head in the crook of your neck. You still didn’t rouse, no matter what he tried, and his shoulders started to shake.

“Kook-” Yoongi had to talk loud to be heard over the sudden downpour. “We need to get her inside.” He tried reaching out to touch Jungkook’s arm but Jungkook flinched away, embracing you even tighter now as if he was trying to protect you from anything and everything.

He just wanted to protect you. And the fact that he had failed was currently eating him alive with regret.

Yoongi sighed but tried again. “Jungkook,” he said it softer this time but still loud enough, “let’s take her inside. You don’t want her to get sick.”

At the mention of your well-being potentially suffering further damage, Jungkook started to somewhat come back to his senses. He held you tight and stood up with a little help from Yoongi, making sure to keep you as close to his chest as possible so you wouldn’t get soaked and because right now, he needed you near.

When the 3 of you were inside, Yoongi ushered you all into his office since there was a small couch in there were you could lie down. Jungkook placed you as gently as possible on the couch, feeling his heart break piece by piece every second you remained unmoving. The only thing that could offer him solace was the faint rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

He dropped to sit on the floor beside the couch, holding one of your hands in his while he used his other one to brush some of your wet hair out of your face. He leaned his forehead against the arm of the couch and inhaled shakily.

Yoongi was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed, looking at the two of you. Jungkook appreciated Yoongi for giving him time to try and calm down before talking again.

“What happened,” Jungkook managed to croak after a minute or so had passed.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Kun was here.”

Jungkook whipped his head around fast, his hair splaying water droplets on the couch. His eyes were glazed over with unshed tears, and Yoongi had never seen him look so angry.

He’d never seen Jungkook look so hurt.

“Kun did this to her,” Jungkook asked, tone low and dark, but it came out more as a statement because he already knew. He could tell by the angered inflection in Yoongi’s voice when he mentioned Kun.

Yoongi nodded. “Unfortunately. When I first made it outside, he was holding onto her, dragging her away-”

“Dragging her where,” his hand that was holding yours involuntarily squeezed harder.

Yoongi shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know, it looked like he was trying to take her to a car…”

Jungkook didn’t miss the way he trailed off. He waited for Yoongi to collect his thoughts.

“Jungkook, I- I think he may have been trying to abduct her.”

Jungkook felt like the room had suddenly tilted. The idea of that – God, the idea of anything remotely close to that – made him feel violently ill.

He looked at your face then, noticing how it wasn’t scrunched up in pain; you actually looked quite peaceful despite the circumstances, almost like you were simply in a deep slumber. He tried hard to swallow around the ever-growing lump that was still forming in his throat when he brushed his fingertips along the length of your arm.

You were here, physically here. He could see you and he could touch you. Yoongi had saved you in time before you had been whisked away to who knows where. The fact that Kun had even dared to try to take you away… the possibility of you being gone and Jungkook not knowing where you had been taken to or if he’d ever see you again-

It made Jungkook see red.

This isn’t the life he wanted for you. He never wanted you to have to look over your shoulder in fear at the idea of someone following you, like you’d been doing the last several weeks. He never ever wanted you to get hurt, especially in such a way as this.

He could feel anger flowing through his veins, seeping into his bones and consuming him, with the only thing able to ground him right now being the feeling of your soft hand enveloped by his own.

Yoongi was saying more but Jungkook couldn’t make it out over his own voice screaming at him inside his head. His mind was waging a war with itself, questioning so many things-

Was he really the best person for you?

Was there someone out there who could protect you, who could keep you safe in ways he couldn’t?

…

Would loving you be enough if he could never fully promise you peace?

What if-

“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s stern voice cut through the thick fog of his mind and Jungkook shook his head to try clear it completely. He focused his attention on his friend that was now staring at him, sporting a frown on his face full of concern.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

Jungkook gulped. “Honestly? No.”

Yoongi’s frown intensified. “Kook-”

“Don’t, just- please repeat it. Please.”

Yoongi sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he continued. “I was saying that Kun threw her to the ground and that’s how she hit her head.”

Jungkook’s unoccupied hand balled into a fist and he clenched his jaw. Yoongi could see him tense up but continued speaking.

“I asked Jimin to fetch Jin seeing as he’s had more medical training than any of us and I figured it’d be better than waiting on an ambulance.”

He had barely gotten the last word out before there was hurried knocking on the door. Yoongi walked over to the door quickly to open it, and Jin rushed in without a moment’s hesitation.

“Sorry it took so long, I needed to get supplies.” He made his way to the couch, crouching down in front of it next to Jungkook. He placed the bag he was carrying down onto the ground beside him as he started sifting through it to find other things he needed. Jungkook watched Jin without really seeing him, flinching a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Kook,” Yoongi said softly as Jungkook looked up at him. “We need to let Jin look at her. C’mon,” he patted his shoulder before walking away, and Jungkook knew Yoongi expected him to follow him.

Jungkook also knew Yoongi was right, and he needed to let Jin get to work. He hated the thought of leaving you, but he knew he wasn’t going far. In fact, he wasn’t even going to leave the room, and if he was encouraged to, well-

There wasn’t anything anyone could do to make him leave that room short of physically removing him themselves. And with how wound up Jungkook was about this entire situation, that wouldn’t be an easy feat by any means.

Thankfully, Yoongi didn’t ask him to leave, opting instead to offer him his office chair. Jungkook graciously accepted the offer and sat down, briefly observing how Jin carefully examined you from across the room before he placed his head in his hands.

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Some time passed before Jungkook felt like he could properly breathe again. And he was only feeling like that now because you had finally started to stir.

As soon as the faintest noise was heard from you, Jungkook was out of his seat and in front of the couch again.

You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the light by blinking a few times. After doing this, you tilted your head to the side and your eyes landed on Jungkook. He inhaled sharply, feeling like he might break apart when you gave him the sweetest smile.

“Koo,” you breathed out softly as your hand reached up to caress his cheek. He vaguely heard Jin telling Yoongi something about you still having decent control over your motor skills being a good sign, but right now all his focus was on you specifically.

Well, he was also focusing on not having a breakdown, but you were most important.

His hand came up to cover yours that was still on his face and for the first time in what felt like ages, his lips curved upward into a smile.

“Hey, angel,” he responded. “How are you feeling?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Well, my head hurts but otherwise I’m fine? A little sore, though-”

“That’s probably from your fall earlier,” Jin interrupted, pulling your attention back to him. You looked at him, bewildered.

“I fell? When did I fall?”

Yoongi and Jungkook shared a look then, and Jungkook would be lying if he said you not remembering what happened didn’t worry him.

It worried him a lot, actually.

Jin hummed. “We can talk about it later. I need to examine you now though, ok? Make sure you don’t have any signs of a concussion or something else.”

The scared look on your face made Jungkook’s chest tighten.

“O-ok, yeah, sure. Do whatever you need to,” you said as you tried to sit up straight, Jungkook and Jin both helping to steady you as you did.

It didn’t take long for Jin to conduct his examination. While he was checking you over, Yoongi relayed the events from earlier to you and Jungkook observed as the look in your eyes switched from one of confusion to one of horror the more Yoongi went on.

“I-I remember now. Right before you came out there, Kun told me-” you trailed off, speaking to Yoongi but looking over at Jungkook now. His heart started beating painfully when you paused.

“What did he tell you, baby?”

You inhaled unevenly, the sight tearing Jungkook up even more on the inside. “He told me that he wanted to see your reaction when I was nowhere to be found.”

This time, he swore his heart stopped.

So Kun had not only planned to take you away, but he wanted to make sure you couldn’t be found?

Jungkook made a promise to himself then and there that if he ever saw Kun again, he’d-

“Koo?”

Your pleading tone made Jungkook’s eyes snap back up to your face. You were trying to give him a small smile, but he could still see the fear lying behind your eyes.

“It’s going to be ok,” you attempted to reassure him. “Don’t worry.”

Jungkook had no idea how you could sit here an expect him not to worry but he didn’t want to fight you on it. You’d both had enough excitement for one night so all he did was nod and hope that would suffice for now.

His mind was starting to race again with the same kind of thoughts he had earlier, plaguing him with questions he didn’t know the answers to.

Frankly, he didn’t even know if he wanted the answers either.

Jin stood up from where he was seated on the floor, straightening himself up and stretching his long limbs. “She’s going to be fine. Just keep an eye on her for the next few days, but I don’t see anything to be alarmed about. If anything changes, you can call me but also if you’re more comfortable going to a hospital, that’s fine too. I won’t be offended.”

Jungkook smiled at his eldest friend. “Thank you, Jin. Seriously, thank you.”

Jin nodded, offering a warm smile to you before exiting the room.

Yoongi walked over to the couch and ruffled your hair. Jungkook watched the exchange with fondness, seeing two of the people he cared about most in the world also caring for each other.

“I’m so glad you’re ok,” Yoongi said, sounding utterly tired. You thanked him again for what he had done, and Jungkook left the two of you alone momentarily so he could check on Jimin and Hoseok at the bar. They entertained him for all of maybe 5 seconds before shooing him away, assuring him that they could handle things and that he should just take you home and be with you right now.

Jungkook thought nothing sounded better.

When he made it back to Yoongi’s office, he saw that you were now sitting on the armrest of the couch. Yoongi must have helped you get up from the couch, seeing as he was standing beside you, and Jungkook strode over to take his place now with an arm around your waist. Yoongi didn’t say anything about him leaving other than to wish you both a goodnight and that he would talk to Jungkook later.

Jungkook helped you walk to the car, not letting you go for even a fraction of a second, despite your teasing him about being able to walk on your own. Be that as it may, he still wouldn’t let go, because the truth of the matter was he was just too scared to.

It wasn’t until you were both in the car riding home that Jungkook let those negative thoughts devour him once more.

And this time, they were almost impossible to shake away.

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When both of you finally arrived home, Jungkook opened the door and surveyed the room before letting you go inside. You knew his paranoia was at an all-time high right now and frankly you couldn’t blame him; you were still really unsettled, too.

But you were more of the mindset that it’s in the past now and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. You never liked to dwell too long on things and Jungkook was becoming better about that as well.

You weren’t sure if it’d be that easy this time, though.

He’d barely said a word to you the whole ride home, and even now as you were both standing by the front door while he locked it, he was still eerily quiet. Once it was sufficiently locked enough by Jungkook’s standards, he gave you one last look before he started walking down the hallway. You frowned and followed him.

“Koo?”

No response.

“Baby? Talk to me.” It looked like he was trying to go to the kitchen, but it was still dark in the house since he’d barely turned on any of the lights, so you weren’t sure. Still no answer.

“Jungkook.” You called out sternly this time and just barely spotted him as he disappeared into the kitchen. When he heard you walk in, he finally spoke.

“You should eat something, what do you want?”

His voice broke your heart.

“I’m not hungry-”

“You can go lay down, Jin said you didn’t have a concussion so it should be fine. I can bring some food up for you.” He was leaning against the counter in front of the sink, his back turned to you and his head hanging somewhat.

He sounded not at all like himself, and it scared you. Not in the way that you were scared of him, but you were scared because you didn’t know what to do.

Talking was obviously getting you nowhere, so you instead walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him from behind, placing your cheek against his back. He flinched.

“Baby, please,” his voice sounded like it was breaking so you just held him tighter, hoping he could feel your love from the way you embraced him as if you never wanted to let him go.

“Koo, I need you to talk to me. I need to know what’s wrong-”

“What’s wrong is me,” he gritted out, tone louder than before and it made you jump. He then released himself from your arms and tried to walk away.

“Jungkook, wait,” you scrambled to go after him, catching him before he could disappear into another room, this time turning him around to face you. He was leaning against the wall and didn’t try to move past you anymore, but he avoided your gaze.

“Koo, look at me,” you stressed, ducking down to peek up at him. He finally raised his head so you could look into his eyes at a normal level. You noticed the tears in the corner of his eyes, and it nearly made you start crying yourself.

Jungkook never hid his vulnerability from you, he never hid anything from you. But even so, it was still a rare sight to see him cry.

“Why do you want to be around me right now,” he questioned, voice wavering and you recognized the sound. He was trying to hold himself back from crying.

“Koo, what do you mean, why wouldn’t I want to be around you? I love you-”

“I couldn’t protect you,” his voice rose in pitch, not to talk over you but because he was just so upset. “I couldn’t save you, I wasn’t around to help you- God, baby, you got fucking attacked and I wasn’t there.”

He was trembling and you tried to steady him by placing your hands on his shoulders. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, and they were bound to start pooling in your own eyes any second.

“None of that is your fault,” you emphasized your words by squeezing his shoulders. “Ok? No one could have predicted what that psycho was gonna do, not you, not me, not Yoongi, nobody.”

“For fuck’s sake, he almost kidnapped you-”

“But he didn’t and I’m here.” You brushed his cheek to wipe some of the tears away and he choked back a sob. “I’m here, with you, and that’s what matters.”

“I could have lost you,” he said it just above a whisper as you moved to brush the tears away from his other cheek.

You blinked back your own tears. “You didn’t lose me.”

“But I could have. We have no idea what the fuck he’s capable of and just- every time I think about what might have happened if no one got to you in time, I start to lose my mind.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up on your tip-toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips, heart lurching when he actually kissed you back and his hands found purchase on your waist as they usually did.

“You didn’t lose me. You have me. All of me. I’m right here,” you kissed him once more. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Jungkook let out a sob as he pulled you closer, nearly crushing you with his embrace. You ran your hand through his hair to try and soothe him when he leaned his forehead on your shoulder.

“I was so fucking scared,” he said against your skin. “So terrified. I love you so much,” a tender kiss was placed on the side of your neck now, and you could feel his lips still trembling.

“I love you,” your response prompted another small sob from him, “I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world and I’ll show you that everyday for the rest of my life, as long as you let me.”

“Baby-” Jungkook’s voice cracked with so much raw emotion and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You were determined to show him your conviction behind your statement, so with your hand still buried in his hair, you pulled him down to your level once more as you crashed your lips together.

You’d never felt anything quite like the emotions that coursed through you every single time you kissed Jungkook. It didn’t matter if it was the cute good morning kisses upon waking up, the silly, laughter-filled ones that happened in the midst of playing around, or the intense ones bursting with passion that always led to something more. Each one was different and better than the last, and it was like a language between you both filled with unspoken words that demonstrated exactly what you felt.

This was one of the many ways the two of your expressed your devotion to one another, through an action as simple as kissing yet the feelings it always evoked inside of you were anything but. And even during times like tonight when you’d both endured something extremely emotional, you could still find comfort in each other through these gestures.

When you finally broke apart, you were both panting breathlessly, and Jungkook rested his forehead against yours.

“Sorry, baby,” Jungkook breathed, voice somewhat raspy. His fingers had started gripping your waist harder during the exchange, but you felt them start to loosen.

That was most definitely something you didn’t want, so you placed your hands on the sides of his face and looked him in the eyes.

“Koo,” you spoke softly, cautiously, as if you were testing the waters. “Can I give you all of me?”

His eyes sparkled with the realization of what you were implying, and for a moment you wondered if he would reject you. And if he did, that would be completely fine with you because his comfort mattered most of all to you right now, as it always did. Tonight had been a lot to deal with and you weren’t sure what mindset he would be in about this sort of thing-

That thought remained unfinished in your mind as Jungkook captured your lips again and all other rational thought went out the window. All you could focus on now was how Jungkook’s body felt melded up against yours, how his mouth was exploring yours like he’d done so many times before, how his fingers dug into your skin like he was afraid to let you go.

You jumped up and Jungkook wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss while he turned you around so that your back was against the wall. You heard a low groan come from him as you intensified the kiss before he pulled away.

“Angel, are you sure about this?” He was holding you up with help from the wall, hands placed on your thighs just underneath your ass. Your hand was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck since you knew how much he loved that. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you-”

“Koo, I’m fine. I feel fine and I’m not in pain. I promise. I want this. I want you,” you gave him another searing kiss that you felt yourself melting into. “But only if you want it too.”

Jungkook’s next kiss knocked the breath out of you and he swallowed the surprised whimper you let out. “Of course, baby. I always want you.”

His words never failed to make you feel warm all over, with love and adoration as well as arousal. Right now, you were feeling all of these things as he situated your legs around his waist in a more comfortable position.

“Do you want to do this here,” he panted as his eyes met yours again. You could tell he was getting worked up just having you like this here against the wall, so you wasted no time answering him.

“Yes Koo, please,” you urged him to continue. “Wanna feel you close. Don’t wanna wait.”

“Fuck, I mean, I could take us upstairs-” his words ended with a grunt as you drew him closer by wrapping your legs tighter around him, making him grind against you. His head dipped down to rest against your shoulder as he let out shallow breaths, his fingers threatening to make indentations in your skin.

In a somewhat frenzied manner, Jungkook put you back down on your feet so the both of you could remove your clothes, too impatient to take everything off and only getting rid of what was necessary. When both of your lower halves were bare, he secured you around his waist once more, his length rapidly hardening against your now naked thigh.

You reached in between the two of you to wrap your hand around him, and the feeling was enough to have him inhaling sharply before he kissed you with a newfound urgency. You could tell by the way he was moaning against your mouth that your teasing caresses were working and within no time he was ready. You let out a stuttered moan when Jungkook’s long fingers disappeared inside of you so he could make sure you were stretched enough.

When he deemed you prepped enough – and when you started rocking against his fingers with impatient whimpers – he withdrew so he could line himself up with you. Your already soaked folds were threatening to pull him in, and it was almost too much for him to handle in his heightened emotional state.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, as he always did. The stretch made you lean your head back against the wall, his soft curses only spurring you on even more. On other nights you might would try to coax him to be a little rougher because you knew you could take it, but tonight you weren’t in a rush for anything, and neither was he. Tonight was about you two being together as one, relishing the way you shared this connection with each other and conveying it through this intimate act.

Both of you sighed in pleasure when Jungkook bottomed out, finally experiencing that complete closeness the two of you craved more than anything else right now. His hands gripped your ass firmly to start moving you up and down his length in slow, steady strokes. He didn’t want to take things fast or go hard tonight – he just wanted to enjoy this feeling, having you so close and yet still wanting to pull you impossibly closer.

The feeling of your warmth around him mixed with the tousling of your hands in his hair was driving him crazy. Every touch from you, no matter how small, always ignited something within him that he couldn’t explain. He was so unapologetically, wholeheartedly in love with you.

And he’d just come so close to losing you.

Pain twisted his heart as he stared at you, watching your face scrunch up in the most beautiful way. Your head was tilted back with your eyes crinkled shut while his name was falling from your lips in hushed whispers. Each thrust was pushing you further up the wall before he would bring you back down again, and your arms wound themselves around his neck to help anchor yourself further.

You looked ethereal, and Jungkook was trying so hard to focus on you and not the negative thoughts that were once again settling uncomfortably in his mind. His body was fighting itself on whether he should succumb to the pleasure he was feeling or if he should submit to the dark cloud blanketing his mind.

His change in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Jungkook continued to move inside of you, keeping a consistent pace, but something wasn’t right. He was looking at you, but he wasn’t looking at you. He had a pained expression on his face, and that’s what kicked your own worry into gear.

“Koo, baby, hey what’s wrong?” You held his face in both of your hands and watched as he crumbled underneath your touch. He had slid his hands up to rest against your back now in an attempt to embrace you further, hands trapped in between you and the wall.

You almost started panicking when you saw the tears start to brim in his eyes again.

“I just-” he choked on a cry and your heart wrenched at the sound, “I can’t stop thinking about it.” He was still moving but his pace had slowed down to a near stop.

“Thinking about what?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know but you needed him to talk to you.

“Thinking about losing you, I can’t-”

His hands reached up higher to grasp onto your shirt you were still wearing, clenching the fabric in his fists as he dragged it down. You could feel the collar of the front of your shirt tightening around you while he hid his head in the crook of your neck and started to shake. You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could and ran a hand through his hair, trying to soothe him.

“Please stay,” he whispered, almost too quiet for you to hear. “Please stay with me.”

“Koo-”

“I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you,” more sobs wracked through his body. He had otherwise stilled inside of you but made no effort to move away. “I can’t lose you, I-”

“Baby, look at me.”

Jungkook slowly brought his head up to face you, the sight making you want to break down yourself. He looked so defeated, so broken, and his eyes were shining with tears he didn’t bother hiding anymore.

You cradled his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones before they travelled to trace along the curves of his jawline.

You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, listening as he tried to control his erratic breathing. “I won’t leave you.”

A soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll never leave you.”

You brushed his hair back from his face, and his eyes captivated you as they swirled with so much intense emotion.

“I promised you forever, and I intend to keep it. Nothing, and no one, is going to keep me from you. I love you too much to let that happen,” you granted him a sweet smile and brushed your thumb across his lower lip that had started to quiver. He sniffled as you continued.

“Do you remember our wedding vows?”

Jungkook swallowed as he nodded, seeming a little calmer now.

Your smile widened, and your own set of fresh tears had gathered in the corners of your eyes, ready to spill. “Remember how I told I would give you all of me? That I would give you the best of me?”

He nodded again, and your heart soared at the tiny smile he presented you with.

“I promised you those things. So, no matter what happens, I’ll never leave you. And with everything life throws as us from here on out, we’ll make it through together.”

His smile was widening into the familiar, bunny-like grin you knew and loved dearly. Your Jungkook was coming back to you, and it was almost like you could see the dark fog that had surrounded him evaporating before your very eyes.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.” You leaned up to tenderly press your lips to his once more, smiling into the kiss as he let out a content sigh. “You’re my person. My forever. Please always remember that.”

You had swept a long lock of hair back from his face as you finished your words, and while you were distracted with that, Jungkook stared at you like you hung the moon and all the stars.

Your declarations of love stirred something inside of him and it dawned on him then that he was still inside of you. This was made more evident when you shifted in his embrace, probably to make yourself more comfortable since you were still against the wall, but it caused your walls to clench around him.

He closed his eyes and groaned, the sound causing arousal to radiate throughout your body. The two of you clearly must have forgotten the position you were in but that was no longer the case when you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Fuck,” he moaned at the sight of you when he opened his eyes again, his hands letting go of your shirt in favor of settling on your waist. Your cheeks were still flushed, with drying tear stains running down them. You were panting softly and Jungkook’s heart felt like it might burst with all the love he had for you.

“I love you,” he declared while he brushed his nose with yours. “And I honestly cannot believe I forgot I was fucking you, like how does that even happen.”

You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose before you drew back to rest contentedly against the wall. “I’m not sure, but do you perhaps want to finish what we started?”

You moved your hips as best you could at your current angle, and it pushed his cock further inside you, making you both moan at the action. He captured one of your hands in his and brought it up to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“Will you still let me give you all of me,” you reiterated your phrase from earlier in the night before all of this started. Jungkook’s eyes had darkened now with lust and he gave you a sly smile.

“Always, baby,” was his response. “Question now though,” he leaned down to let his lips ghost along your neck, making you shiver, “is can you take all of me?”

You tugged on his hair for him to look up at you, making him hiss in the process. You gave him your best challenging stare, and hoped it was convincing.

“Always,” you copied him, “I can easily take anything you give me.”

Jungkook arched an eyebrow and you felt his length twitch at your words. “Is that so?

You barely had time to nod before he was pinning your hand that he was holding on the wall beside your head, his other one gripping your waist hard enough now you knew it would leave a mark.

He pulled out almost all the way before he thrusted back into you hard, making you whine embarrassingly loud. He chuckled dark and low then, squeezing your hand as he intertwined your fingers.

“Too much for you, angel?” Jungkook knew he couldn’t keep this up forever and that he’d eventually crack himself, but he never missed an opportunity to tease you like this. “Thought you said you could take everything I give you.”

You nodded vigorously, not an easy feat with your head leaning against the wall. “I can, I can take it,” you breathed out, clenching around him to try and persuade him to move again. He stuttered out a low moan, determined to not lose his composure just yet.

“Yeah? You sure? Does that mean you want more?” He was shallowly moving inside of you at a torturously slow pace, the drag of his cock against your walls pulling a loud noise of desperation from your throat.

“Please,” you begged, not even caring how desperate you sounded. You just wanted to feel him, all of him, and your core throbbed at the thought of him finally relenting and fucking you how you wanted. “Please give it to me. Please give me more.”

“Fuck, baby, I love hearing you beg for me,” Jungkook moaned, readjusting his grip on your hip. “Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He hungrily kissed you for a few moments, sinking further into you before he pulled back, panting as he placed his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“Angel?” His voice was low and just the tone alone made you clench.

“Y-yes?”

He opened his eyes and smiled. “You might wanna hold on tight.”

You just had enough time to wrap your unoccupied arm around his back before he started pounding into you like his life depended on it. He slammed into you repeatedly, making you scream out his name over and over again whenever he’d hit that bundle of nerves inside of you. You gripped his shirt to have something to ground yourself with, and your eyes rolled back as he increased his pace.

Jungkook was grunting into your skin, teeth grazing against your neck. “You feel so fucking good, always so tight and perfect for me, my perfect angel.” He squeezed your hand hard enough that his knuckles were taut, but it didn’t hurt you. If anything, it turned you on more because he was finally letting go, caring more about just being in the moment with you than potentially hurting you.

And you knew he still did care about that, he always would; he was Jungkook, after all. But time and time again you had pleaded with him to stop handling you like you would break under the slightest amount of pressure. This was the first time he did without hesitation or working himself up to it.

And you fucking loved it.

In fact, it was overwhelming enough to the point where you knew you weren’t going to last long at all with the way he was drilling into you. All the emotions the two of you had endured tonight mixed with the passionate entanglement you found yourself wrapped up in now, it was no surprise that you were hurtling toward your undoing at a very fast pace.

“Koo, baby, oh my God-” you finally found your voice again, running your nails down his back, hard enough that if he hadn’t been still wearing his shirt, you’re sure it would have left scratch marks.

“Fuck, angel, can feel you around me, always so good for me,” his tongue darted out past his lips before he captured your bottom one between his teeth and tugged on it gently. “Always my good girl.”

His words made you spasm around him, and he moaned loudly at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut. His damp hair was falling into his face so you brushed it back, gasping at the sight of him.

You’d seen Jungkook like this many times before, but this time? This time was different.

A few curls were still framing his face but he had his head tilted back and his lips parted as the most amazing sounds escaped from them. His brows were furrowed and he looked almost pained, but in a completely different way than he had earlier that night.

Your heart ached at the memory, but you didn’t have long to think about it before he pulled you more flush against his chest, now opting to grab your ass with both hands so he could move you up and down his cock with his strength alone.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, “I love you so much, angel, just wanna stay with you like this forever.” He was speeding up again and with the new angle, your body felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t even make a noise as the stimulation kept hitting you in wave after wave.

“You said earlier,” Jungkook continued, a little breathless now but never letting up on his powerful thrusts, “that I was – fuck – that I was your person.”

You nodded, still not really able to say anything or make any sound because your orgasm was approaching fast and you didn’t want it to happen so soon. Not until you knew he was there with you.

“Did you mean it,” he asked, hooded eyes trying to search yours. You kissed him with all the strength you could muster, swallowing down his moans as your walls clenched around him.

“Of course I did. I meant everything I said earlier.” A high-pitched moan tore itself from your throat when his hips snapped into you harder at your words.

“Fuck, it always does something to me when you say things like that,” he was losing his composure now, you could tell it by the way he sounded.

His admission made you chuckle fondly. “You know, you said something similar the first time we were together.”

Jungkook opened his eyes to stare at you and grinned at the memory. “Yeah, I did. Meant it then and I mean it now too.”

“I’m glad I still have that kind of effect on you,” you responded, breaking off to moan loudly at a harsher thrust. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened, and he increased his pace, finally pulling you over the edge.

“You do, holy shit, you really do. I hope I can say the same- fuck,” Jungkook knew you were close with the way your walls kept spasming around him every few seconds. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”

You nodded and whined, holding onto his shirt for dear life while he rocked you through the first stages of your euphoric bliss. He was panting right by your ear now, the sounds making your eyes roll back.

“Go on, cum for me then. Fucking love when you cum all over my cock,” Jungkook’s filthy words had you moaning out his name. “My beautiful angel,” he continued, pulling down the collar of your shirt slightly so he could place a kiss on your collarbone. “Always so pretty for me.”

“Fuck, I’m close, Koo, want you there with me,” you opened your eyes in time to see him pulling his lip between his teeth.

“I’m right there, baby, let go for me,” he reached in between the two of you and barely brushed your clit before your sudden orgasm made you clench so hard around him that he had to throw his head back and let out a guttural moan.

“Angel, fuuuuck, I’m right there, I’m-” you crashed your lips against his and swallowed down every loud noise he made, feeling his lips tremble against yours as his hips stuttered when he filled you up with his release.

He broke apart from you with a gasp, leaning his head back and letting out a strained “holy fuck” before he looked at you again. He slowed down now, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely, breathing hard.

He moved you away from the wall, and you thought he might put you down but instead he tightened your legs more securely around him and walked the two of you over to the nearest bathroom to shower, his lips never leaving yours the whole way there.

Thank fuck Jungkook had such great muscle memory and knew where he was going because you definitely couldn’t have pulled that off.

He stayed inside you until he was able to put you in the shower, helping you discard the rest of your clothes before he did the same and joined you. It was your usual ritual and preferred form of aftercare since the water from the shower soothed any sore muscles and it helped you get clean in the process. Not to mention it was another way for you to be close to Jungkook, him only reiterating that truth now and he pulled your back against his chest so he could massage shampoo into your hair.

“Love you,” he whispered softly, placing a kiss on your temple since you leaned your head back at the feeling of his touch. He treated you so delicately now, the complete opposite of how he was just fucking you up against the wall. You loved moments like this just as much, always receptive to everything Jungkook did, every touch that flittered across your skin.

“I love you,” was your response as you turned around to wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him into a chaste kiss. He smiled into it, his fingertips brushing against the skin right above your waist.

After your shower, Jungkook carried you upstairs, ignoring your attempts at getting him to put you down because as you told him repeatedly your legs worked just fine and you could walk by yourself. His response?

“Don’t care, still wanna carry you.”

All you could do then was huff, pulling a laugh from the man you loved so much, the sound always beautiful and able to make your heart skip a beat.

When you were both snuggled into bed, you found it hard to sleep. There were still things you two needed to discuss, but you didn’t have the energy – and not really the want – right now to bring them up.

However, Jungkook did.

“Hey,” he was running his hand through your hair as you were laying your head on his shoulder. You hummed in response.

“I’m sorry,” he started, and before you could interrupt he quickly went on. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, but I’m also sorry about how I acted earlier.”

“Koo, it’s fine-”

“Please don’t,” his eyes were pleading and you let him continue.

“It’s not fine, it’s- I get in my head sometimes and it can be hard to come back from that. You’re always able to bring me back, but tonight…fuck, it was bad.” There was a frown on his face now and you tried to make it disappear by placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I kept thinking about how maybe I’m not the best for you-”

You couldn’t help interrupting this time. “Jungkook, you are the best for me.”

“We don’t know that though-”

“I don’t have to, because I know in my heart that you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we have the best life together, the same as I’ll do for you.” You brushed a curl out of his face before you continued, “Only for you.”

He cracked a smile. “That’s my line.”

You shrugged, giggling when Jungkook began trying to poke your sides. “Regardless though, I don’t want you feeling that way. You’re enough, Jungkook, you’re more than enough.”

His smile widened. “Really?”

“Really.” You thought about it for a second. “What can I do to convince you?”

He raised an eyebrow, eyes full of mischief. “Well, I can think of a way…” he said in a suggestive tone, making you roll your eyes before you turned away from him. His laughter fell on your ears and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.

“Hey, c’mon, you know I’m just kidding,” he turned you to face him again, running his hand up and down your side now.

“No you’re not,” you snorted.

He pretended to think about it for a moment. “Ok, you’re right- but I know you’re too tired so I’m half kidding? Sorta?”

It was your turn to laugh then, huddling closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his throat.

His hands found their way into your hair again, and he continued to run them through the strands long enough that you almost fell asleep until he spoke up again.

“We need to do something about him, though.”

The way he said ‘him’ let you know exactly who he was talking about.

You nodded, sliding your head up to lay in the crook of his neck. “We will. But that’s a problem for another day. Right now,” you yawned, “we need sleep.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll stay up a little bit to make sure you’re ok. Jin said it was a good idea for tonight, anyway.”

You were already nuzzling deeper into his embrace, barely registering his words. “Mm-hmm,” came your sluggish response. “Goodnight, Koo.”

“Night, baby,” was his last response you heard before slumber took over, the feeling of his strong arms around you more comforting than anything else you’d ever known.

Jungkook stayed awake for a few hours, listening to your soft snoring and observing you as you slept peacefully. There was a gentle ache tugging at his heart as he remembered everything that you’d been through that night, but when you unconsciously snuggled closer, he felt the ache dissipate.

He made a promise to himself that whatever happened in the future, he would be there for you. He would keep you as safe as he could, and love you with everything he had.

After all, you were his person, just as he was yours, and he hoped that’s how it would stay.

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Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, boyfriend!jungkook/reader, artist!jungkook

➥Summary: After surprising Jungkook with his own studio room for his paintings, he couldn’t be any more over the moon. All’s well and good until he’s struggling to find inspiration...which you happily provide him with. He’s ecstatic to find his muse in you, and painting your portrait brings him so much joy. Things take a turn however, when he suddenly realizes what else he wants to paint.

➥Genre: established relationship, tiny bit of angst if you squint, fluff, smut

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~7.9k (small drabbles don’t exist for me apparently, oops)

➥Content warnings: most of this at the beginning is just cute fluff domestic times (finally not much angst!), blonde jungkook, jk ties his hair up at some point (my weakness), jk puts paints on the reader, making out, slight hair pulling, cursing, shower sex times, jungkook has a big dick, oral (m. receiving), very slight mouth fucking, dirty talk, fingering (very brief), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), biting, cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

Once again, thank you to @dntaewithluv for her endless support and always giving me feedback, I forever appreciate you and your friendship is more than I could ever ask for 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

When I Dream of You - ~1 year after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after the dream drabble

Also, I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn

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You would do absolutely anything in the world for Jeon Jungkook.

Seeing him happy had to be at the top of your list of favorite things in the world, as it had been for many years as his best friend, and now in the several months since the two of you started dating. Some things just never changed, you guessed.

Which is why you took it upon yourself to change one of the spare rooms in the house you two were renting into a space where he could thrive as the artist he was. Initially, the two of you thought it would be nice to use that space as a work area for you, since your job required you to sometimes do work from home. And for a little while, that’s exactly what you did.

But ever since you found out Jungkook liked to paint – scratch that, he loved to paint, and had been doing so for longer than you thought – the gears started turning in your head.

The current space he was using to create his art was definitely less than ideal. The house had a decent sized garage area, so there was enough room for him to store his supplies and be able to paint without it being too much of an issue. The downside, though, was it was cramped and even though Jungkook said he didn’t mind it, you still couldn’t help the frown from masking your features whenever you saw him huddled up so close to his easel.

For the last few weeks, and with lots of help from internet searches, you’d been slowly converting your space into something like a studio. You didn’t have to worry about Jungkook finding out, either, since he very rarely went into that room seeing as he had no reason to. He respected your privacy the same as you respected his, so this made everything infinitely easier for you in the long run.

The day had finally arrived where you would show the new space to Jungkook. Everything was set up as perfect as you could manage it – at least you hoped so – and you were dying of excitement to show him as soon as possible.

You were also, however, incredibly nervous at the same time. What if he didn’t like it? Even worse, what if he hated it?

Of course, you knew deep down that there was no way Jungkook could hate anything you ever did, unless it was something horrible, but you worried about everything because that’s just how you were. So, when the two of you were sitting at the dinner table one night, you tried hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you listened to Jungkook talk about his newest work.

“I really think you’re gonna like how this one turns out, angel.” Jungkook was offering you a sweet smile as he went to grab another bite of food from his plate. You managed to smile back, despite the hammering of your heart against your chest. He was basically handing you the perfect opening for you to segue the conversation!

“I know I’ll love it, Koo.” You watched as his small smile turned into a full grin, his nose scrunching up in that adorable way that had you falling in love with him all over again every time you saw it.

“Speaking of your paintings,” you started off, clearing your throat while he swallowed down his food. He looked at you with his undivided attention and it made your heart skip a beat.

Ok let’s be real, every damn thing this man did made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah? What about them?” He twirled more of the noodles around his fork while he waited on your answer.

You gulped. “Wouldn’t you like it if you had more space?”

Jungkook chuckled and placed his fork down, shaking his head as he placed on hand on top of yours that was still resting by your plate. You’d barely touched your food and he noticed.

“Baby,” he started, “as much as I would love to have a bigger space, what I have now is just fine. I know you think it’s stifling my creativity in there, but I’m still creating things and am comfortable.” He squeezed you hand gently before returning to his food.

“I get that you think the garage is fine but what if I told you that- that you could have a bigger workspace.” You finally picked up your fork and were poking around at your own food now, avoiding his gaze. You could feel his stare boring into you regardless, though.

“I mean – yeah, hypothetically I could have more space, but it’s not in the cards for us right now and that’s ok, too. Maybe one day.”

The way he always was optimistic about your future together made you feel warm all over. Jungkook liked to look on the bright side of every situation, and it’s been enough to help you keep your own wits about yourself numerous times now.

But this time you wanted to show him that the future could be closer than he realized.

“Koo, can you come with me real quick? I have something I want to show you.”

You didn’t miss the confused look that flashed across his face for a second before his calm demeanor took over again.

“Of course.” He hopped up from the table, that smile you adored now plastered on his face. “Lead the way.”

“Ok but I also need you to close your eyes.” You reached out to take his hand and were rewarded with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed thoughtfully but did as you asked, closing his eyes and grasping your hand tighter so you could lead him wherever you planned to.

You walked through the house pulling him behind you, feeling your heartbeat quicken with every step to where its pace was almost concerning. Whether or not it was mostly from excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure.

You finally reached your destination and let go of his hand so you could open the door.

“Keep your eyes closed, ok,” you asked. Jungkook simply nodded and you saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had no idea what you were about to show him, but knowing you and how much he loved pretty much anything you did, he was sure it’d probably make him happy.

And he couldn’t have been more correct in his assumption.

At the quiet sound of you telling him he could open his eyes he did so, slowly at first, blinking to adjust to the light the now flooded over the both of you. It took him several seconds to register exactly what he was seeing, and when he did he couldn’t speak. All he could do was stare around the room, mouth agape.

Decorating the walls were the paintings he had given you, beautiful works of various sizes and themes. Alongside the far wall was a tall shelf that housed all his supplies (how had you managed to get them past him without him noticing?), and even some new things like paints he’d been eyeing for a while and other tools he hadn’t had a chance to get himself yet.

But in the middle of the room stood his easel and chair, set up in the similar fashion as it had been in the garage. His apron was draped across the back of the chair, and there was even tarp laid out underneath the workspace. You research had paid off because everything was set up in such a way that it created the perfect atmosphere for Jungkook’s creativity to shine through in ways it hadn’t been able to before.

You weren’t aware of this yet, however, because you were still watching Jungkook’s reaction. He still hadn’t said anything, and as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, you started to wonder if this was the right call-

Strong arms were pulling you up from the ground and spinning you around before you could process it, making you squeal with delight as Jungkook twirled you before bringing you back down to pepper kisses all over you face.

“Angel, I can’t believe this, you did all this for me?” He was still holding onto your hips tightly, beaming as he looked down at you. Your nod and giggle was all the confirmation he needed before he pulled you into another kiss, this one slightly more heated than the ones before.

“Do you like it,” you questioned when the both of you pulled away to breathe. Jungkook laughed before taking your face in his hands and brushing his nose along yours.

“Do I like it? Baby, I love it. It’s perfect! Thank you so much.” Another kiss. “I love it and I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

His happiness made your heart soar and you definitely knew that you’d do something like this an infinite amount of times if it meant he’d keep that smile on his face.

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A few weeks passed by and Jungkook had been using his new studio nearly everyday at this point. His creations had been increasing in numbers and he was starting to receive commissions from others thanks to his small online shop he’d set up with your help. He still worked at the bar as his primary job, but he was also grateful to have a hobby on the side that could potentially yield something lucrative.

Of course, Jungkook’s increase in his time spent on his art still didn’t take away from his time with you. If anything, it gave the both of you another way to spend time together, since now there was enough space for you to sit in and observe him paint when you couldn’t before. You often sat quietly and either did some of your own work or engaged in your own hobbies while he painted, and it was always peaceful.

There came a day, though, that you never thought you’d experience: Jungkook had run out of inspiration. He’d hit his first real artist’s block and it was taking a bigger toll on him than he would’ve liked.

You rubbed his shoulders as he sat in front of his easel one night, groaning in frustration about his current work. “It’s not turning out at all like I want it to. I’ve been struggling with finding new inspiration and it clearly shows in whatever this is.” He vaguely gestured to the canvas, prompting you to place a kiss on his cheek as you ran your hand through his pretty blonde hair. You knew that always helped to calm him down and this case was no exception.

Jungkook sighed heavily, turning to place a kiss on your palm that was still lingering around his face. “Sorry, I don’t mean to get worked up. It just sucks, you know? I’d been on this really good streak of creating things and now I just…can’t. It’s weird and I don’t like it.” He pouted slightly and the sight made you giggle.

“I know, baby, but you’ll figure something out. You always do.” You placed a kiss on top of his head before you walked around to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and one of his hands cradled your waist to steady you.

He was humming thoughtfully as he looked you up and down, your hands now playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

He smiled slyly. “You.”

You rolled you eyes before returning the smile. “Ok, what about me? I’m curious.”

His hand was rubbing up and down your side. “Nothing in particular, just usually looking at you can help me with inspiration.”

His confession made you gasp. “Really?”

He nodded and smiled wider. “Really. You inspire me a lot.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before sighing again. “This time though it’s not really working like I’d hoped.”

You watched his eyes close and his brows furrow before an idea popped into your head. “Hey,” you reached down to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you, “It might be a long shot, but: have you ever considered painting portraits?”

He pursed his lips as he thought about it. The simple act made you want to kiss him but now wasn’t the time.

“Honestly…no. I’ve never thought about it before because I usually prefer to paint scenery.”

You searched his eyes as you asked your next question. “Well, if you want to try, maybe you could paint me? Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, maybe it can help spark a new idea or something?”

You watched as his eyes slowly lit up at your suggestion, his face morphing into a smile that you mirrored.

“That’s a great idea! It’s something new and it also includes you, so I already love it.” You chuckled in his lap as he hugged you closer, placing a small kiss on your neck. “Thank you.”

You ran your hands through his hair again before leaning back. “Anything for you. Do you want to start now?”

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, we can do that. Is there, uh – was there something specific you wanted to wear for it?”

You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. “Are you suggesting you want to paint a nude portrait?”

Even though Jungkook knew your body better than you did at this point, your words still managed to make him blush as he groaned. “No, I wasn’t thinking that- not that I’d mind of course just you know, whatever makes you comfortable-”

You laughed at his flustered nature before hopping off his lap. “You’re so cute. I’ll go find something to change into, it shouldn’t take long.”

“R-right,” he stuttered, still clearly somewhat affected by what you had said. You shook your head with amusement as you went to your bedroom to find something to wear. You settled for a purple dress that you knew Jungkook loved, and considering a lot of his paintings involved shades of purple and blue, you figured it would be perfect.

You knew you made the right choice when you stepped back into the room and saw Jungkook’s face when his eyes fell on you. He looked like he’d never seen someone so beautiful (he looked at you like that a lot and it always did something to you) and your lips curled upwards into a smile before you could realize it.

You stopped in the doorway and twirled, giving him a full view of the dress. “Is this ok?”

You already knew the answer, but it was always nice to hear him say it.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s perfect. You can, uh, you can take a seat whenever you’re ready.”

While you were changing, Jungkook had pulled one of the loveseats from the living room into the space so you’d have somewhere to sit or lay while he painted you. The loveseat was a dark blue color and it contrasted beautifully against the color of your dress. You decided to lay on it in a comfortable pose, and you couldn’t help the small giggle you let out at Jungkook’s reaction to your choice.

You had laid an arm behind your head, turning your face so you were looking at him while the rest of your body was sprawled out on the loveseat. One of your legs dangled over the side, making the skirt of your dress hike up somewhat. You were very comfortable, and Jungkook was very happy with your pose.

“Make it pretty, ok,” you joked with him. He smirked at your comment.

“You know I will. I’ll use my best colors, just for you.”

“Wow, I feel special,” you quipped back. You were rewarded with the sound of his beautiful laughter as it echoed off the walls.

“You’re the most special,” he admitted honestly. You gave him a brilliant smile and he felt his heart stutter.

With the way you were looking at him, Jungkook thought that if he didn’t start painting, he may never start. So, he forced himself to tear his eyes away from you so he could find the paints he needed to get started. He tied up his hair, a few of the blonde strands escaped and framed his face but he didn’t seem to mind it too much as he got to work.

Thankfully, since you’d chosen a good position, the process was easier than you thought it would be. You just had to lie there and watch him work, which you happily did. You enjoyed watching his face scrunch up in concentration before relaxing again as he brushed stroke after stroke onto the canvas.

You were so beyond proud of him that it made your heart swell inside your chest.

Jungkook had been painting for a little over half an hour before he announced it was time to take a break. He could paint for hours on end without stopping, but that was when he didn’t have a live subject he was working with. He walked over to you with a bottle of water so you could sip from it without having to disturb your position too much.

You sat up slightly so you could drink, and while you did so, one of your dress straps started falling down your arm. Jungkook immediately went to move it back into place, but as he did, he couldn’t help but stare at the dark contrast of the purple satin against your skin. He thought it was so pretty, and his mind started wandering to how the paint itself might look-

He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He may have been covered in paint himself, but that didn’t mean he needed to go putting paint on you.

When you were re-situated on the loveseat once more, Jungkook strolled back over to this easel. Unfortunately, since that thought of you covered in paint first took up residence inside his head, he now found it hard to focus on anything else. While he stared at you to try and resume your portrait, he just kept picturing you with painted streaks covering your skin instead.

You must have noticed he was distracted because soon you were calling over to him. “Kook? Is something wrong?”

He gulped and shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong! You’re doing great, baby.”

“Do you need me some other way?”

Such a simple statement and yet it was stirring something inside of him. Asking him if he needed you a certain way ignited that desire to once again paint you and he found himself unable to hold back from asking anymore.

“Yeah, I uh, I wanted to try something.” You were confused when he got up and started walking toward you, only carrying his paint supplies. At first you thought maybe he just wanted to get closer, but he didn’t bring the easel with him.

“What are you wanting to try,” your voice was laced with curiosity. He gave you a shy smile.

“I was just thinking about how pretty it would be,” he looked down at the floor then back up at your face before he continued, “if I used you as a canvas instead.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at the request. Jungkook was asking to paint you, not paint you on a portrait, but to paint you. The suggestion intrigued you a lot more than you thought it would, which is ultimately what led to you nodding your agreement. “I think I’d like to try that, too.”

Jungkook’s face broke into such a dazzling smile that excited you to no end. You watched as he pulled his chair close to you, as well as some tarp to place around the area. When he was situated where he wanted to be, he dipped his brush into some of the purple paint on his palette and gently lifted your arm. The feeling of the paint as it brushed along your arm was foreign but not unwelcome. There was something about it that was almost calming.

You were now also recalling all the times you’d told Jungkook how pretty he looked even covered in paint. The pretty colors contrasting with his beautiful, golden skin tone never failed to take your breath away no matter how many times you saw it. You wondered briefly if this is what he was experiencing now as he took his time painting your skin.

He was focusing on your with such intensity and taking great care to only get the paint where he wanted it, so as to not stain certain parts of you or your dress. The sight of his caution made that familiar warmth bloom in your chest again.

He took his time painting beautiful designs along your arm before moving down to paint on your thighs and legs. He was alternating between purple and blue hues now, and the swirling patterns reminded you a lot of his tattoos that you adored. You had spent many nights lying next to him in bed, tracing the lines of his tattoos until you were too sleepy to keep it up. Seeing the patterns against your own skin briefly made you think about if you would ever want to get a tattoo. Before you put too much thought into it, your attention was pulled back to Jungkook who was sitting up now and admiring his work.

The time had passed by much quicker than you anticipated, and it was starting to get dark outside as the light was no longer filtering in through the windows of the room.

He seemed satisfied as he nodded and smiled. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. Stay just like this,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. When he returned, he had his coveted polaroid camera in his hands. Jungkook was also big into photography, and every one of his hobbies suited him perfectly in some way.

“Is it ok if I take a photo of you, baby?”

You grinned and nodded, being careful not to move too much from your current position. He snapped the photo and the polaroid was printing immediately after. When he pulled it from the camera, he laid it down on the table next to his easel so it could develop properly.

Jungkook wiped his hands off on his apron before taking it off and drawing his attention back to you. He could stare at you like this all day, but he knew it would probably be best to get you both cleaned up and paint-free.

He offered a hand for you so he could help pull you off the loveseat. When you were up fully, he wrapped his arms around you, careful to not get any of his exposed, paint-covered skin on your dress.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured softly, brushing some of your hair out of your face as his eyes scanned up and down your body to admire his creation. “And as much as I love seeing it, we should probably get this paint off soon. When it dries too much, it can be a bitch to scrub off, and I don’t want that for you.”

You chuckled at that and simply nodded your head. You’d been lying there for nearly 2 hours at this point, so you were pretty tired and ready to just relax for the night.

The two of you hopped into the shower shortly after, helping each other rid your bodies of the remnants of paint covering you both. You always loved taking showers with Jungkook, because whether or not it was a short, regular shower, or one shared after a night of intimacy, these moments were some that you cherished the most and wouldn’t change for the world.

You got lost in the feeling of Jungkook scrubbing shampoo into your hair, letting out soft noises as your eyes slipped closed.

Your noises always threatened to drive Jungkook crazy, and this time was no exception. He couldn’t deny the stirring of his cock as he listened to the little moans slipping from your mouth at such a simple action.

Of course, since he was so close to you, there was no way you didn’t feel him. His cock was hardening against your thigh, and the fact that you were turning him on by not doing much turned you on.

You could feel the wetness start to slip past your folds, but you decided to not make any moves yet, wondering how far you could take this before either of you snapped. You knew that teasing him was one of the quickest ways to get Jungkook riled up.

“Feels so good, Koo,” you shamelessly moaned out as he kept massaging the shampoo into your hair. You heard him let out a small grunt at your deliberate words, feeling him twitch against your thigh as he got harder.

You leaned your head back to give him a better view of your neck, since you knew he loved to mark you up there. His hands were starting to tangle in your hair, but he took care to not pull too hard as he brought his attention back to the task(s) at hand.

He was currently focusing on two things: 1) getting the rest of the shampoo out of your hair, and 2) not fucking you up against the shower wall. Doing the first thing was currently keeping him from acting on the second, but you certainly weren’t helping with that.

Your head lolled around on your neck, your eyes still closed as your sounds got louder. He knew you were messing with him now, so as retaliation he pulled on your hair a little tighter, making you gasp.

“You’re doing this on purpose, angel,” you could hear the dark tone of his voice over the waterfall in the shower clearly, and it just made you more aroused. You chanced opening your eyes to look at him, and the sight you were met with made you moan louder, this time without trying.

Jungkook was staring at you, mouth slightly parted as he let out pants of his own, his blonde, soaked tresses falling in his face and covering his eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he tugged on your hair again, making you reach out to place your hands on his chest.

“You’re teasing me to get me worked up, hm?” All you could do was nod, his husky voice and the feeling of his hand wrapped in your hair making you wetter by the second. There was no use in playing coy any longer. You wanted him, and he wanted you.

The question now was: who would make the first move?

You realized that you wanted to be the one to make the first move, so you did.

“So, what if I am,” you asked sweetly, wrapping your hand around his length and pumping him slowly. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, fingers now digging into your waist.

“You know what happens when you do that,” Jungkook warned. You absolutely knew what happened, and you definitely wanted it to happen.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe you should enlighten me.” You teased him as you gently nibbled on his earlobe, increasing your pace as you continued to stroke him. You heard him let out a soft moan against your shoulder as he placed a kiss there.

With no more hesitation, you turned him slightly and sank down to your knees in front of him, delighted by how his cock jerked in your hold when you steadied it with your hand.

Jungkook stared at you wide-eyed as you started moving your hand around his shaft before placing a gentle kiss on his tip, the prettiest groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

You peeked up at him as you fluttered your eyelashes, knowing that seeing you like this always aroused him beyond belief. You continued moving your hand in slow, languid strokes, and he was almost fully hard now.

He let his head hit the wall behind him, soft curses and praises for you tumbling from his mouth.

Seeing him like this had to be near the top of the list of your favorite sights to ever witness. And right then is when you figured it’d be the perfect time to surprise him. Without a warning you opened your mouth and took all of him in that you could reach.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate.

“Hey wait what are y- oh my God, fuck.” His loud moan echoed off the walls of the room, causing a fresh wave of arousal to pool between your thighs. You sucked harder as you hollowed out your cheeks, ignoring the way your throat constricted around him.

“Y/N, shit, you feel so good, your mouth- fuck, angel, I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook was panting hard above you, eyes shut and brows furrowed, jaw slack as he unabashedly continued to moan at your actions. He was reaching behind him to try and hold something, but the smooth wall had nothing to offer him. His fingers were slipping against the tile, so he gave up and instead settled for clenching and unclenching his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, a string of saliva left in your wake. You smiled up at him as you kept stroking him, not wanting his pleasure to disappear in the slightest.

“You won’t hurt me, Koo,” you reassured him, earning another groan from the man falling apart under your touch. He twitched in your hold, and you stuck your tongue out again to run it along the underside of his length.

Jungkook chanced looking down at you, only to look up at the ceiling a moment later while he muttered a strained “holy shit.”

“C’mon baby, don’t you want to look at me,” you taunted him as your tongue played with the head of his cock, swirling around him. The low groans coming from above you let you know that he enjoyed that a lot.

“Fuck, angel, I-” Jungkook’s sentence died as a moan ripped itself from his throat when you surged back down to take all of him in again. This time you continued moving, feeling the tears in the corners of your eyes but not stopping.

It wasn’t like you’d never sucked him off like this before, seeing as it was one of your favorite activities, after all. But it was a rare occasion where Jungkook would let you take all of him in one go for fear of hurting you. So, you took these chances whenever they presented themselves, and the reward was always, always worth it.

Tears along with the water droplets from the shower were coating your face but you didn’t care. All of your focus was on Jungkook and how he was trying so hard to restrain himself above you. You watched his fists clench and unclench and you could feel himself struggle to keep his hips from moving forward so he didn’t fuck your mouth.

Yeah, you weren’t having that. You wanted him to let go, wanted him to know that it was ok, that you wanted this. You reached out to grab one of his hands and placed it in your hair, relishing in the way his fingers immediately tangled themselves into the wet strands. You pulled your mouth off of him again, but not before letting your tongue drag slowly across every inch of him.

You looked up at him again as you pumped him leisurely, waiting until he brought his gaze down to stare at you, only for him to quickly close his eyes again.

“God, I can’t look at you, like I want to, fuck do I want to, but you look so fucking good like this, I’m not gonna last-”

You always found his stammering to be cute and you didn’t want to torture him too much longer. Deciding that you’d teased him enough, you took all of him into your mouth again, intertwining your fingers with his unoccupied hand and giving it a squeeze. The intimacy of this particular action was always enough to get both of you going, and it had Jungkook’s hips stuttering as you sucked hard.

“Fuck, baby, always take me so good like this. Always so good for me, I love you, fuck,” he was groaning as his head hit the wall behind him again, his hold in your hair tightening the same moment you felt him buck his hips like you’d been wanting all this time.

Unfortunately, for you, whenever Jungkook would fuck your mouth, no matter how much you wanted to sit there and take it without issue, his size always proved to be too big for you to handle and it had you coughing around his length in no time. Which, of course, always made Jungkook stop what he was doing before either of you had the chance to enjoy it much.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” Jungkook pulled you up while you kept coughing, brushing the wet strands of hair out of your face and looking at you with worry. You nodded and tried to reassure him, wanting to get back on your knees for him, but he held you in place.

“You don’t want me to continue,” you asked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual thanks to what your throat had just endured.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, angel, it’s not that. If you do keep going, I’ll cum in no time.” He brushed some of the water away from under your eyes, not knowing if it was tears or from the shower. He bent down to place a rough kiss on your lips, such a contrast from how his hands caressed your face.

“I want to be inside of you when that happens,” he murmured against you, gently biting down on your bottom lip and pulling a whine from you, in turn causing more wetness to gush between your legs. “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You almost laughed. “Koo, you know I’ll let you do anything at this point.”

He chuckled. “That’s a dangerous admission, baby. You sure about that?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Of course I’m sure. I’d let you do anything you want because I trust you. Because I love you,” it was your turn to kiss him this time, and it was filled with so much passion it nearly made him dizzy. Jungkook could never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his, of hearing you say that you loved him, of feeling your skin pressed against each other during times like these.

Jungkook was hooked on you and he never wanted to go back to a time where he wasn’t.

You pulled him out of his thoughts as you tugged on some of his hair, earning a delicious sounding grunt from him. You whispered your next snarky comment right by his ear.

“You gonna fuck me now, baby?”

Your bluntness had his cock quickly stirring back to life after it had softened some during your coughing incident. He growled low and dark as he started placing love bites on your collarbone.

“Sure you don’t want me to return the favor first, angel?” He was marking up your skin while he asked this, so you almost didn’t realize what he was asking specifically but then it dawned on you.

“As much I love seeing you with your head between my legs,” you responded, tugging on his hair again, “I’d rather have you fuck me up against this wall.”

He moaned against your collarbone, the action vibrating your skin. He pulled off of you and brought your lips to his in a filthy kiss. “Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook lifted you up then by placing his hands under your ass and you got the message, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up. He turned so your back was against the wall, the only things now holding you up being his strong arms and the smooth tile behind you.

He first plunged two fingers inside you without a warning, making you let out a silent scream. He smirked at the way you clenched around his fingers, scissoring them before pulling them out again. You whined at the loss and he shushed you with a gentle kiss on your nose.

“Had to make sure you’re ready, baby.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist, trapped in between your back and the shower wall. With his now free hand, he lined himself up with your entrance, moaning when the tip of his cock was sucked in by your velvety walls.

“Fuck, you already feel so good and I’m barely in yet,” he clenched his jaw as he sank further into you inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out and was filling you up in the best way possible, you clenched around him to tease him further, making him curse.

“Watch it, angel,” he growled. “You’re gonna make it very hard for me to not blow it if you keep doing that, and I want you there with me when I do.”

“Then I guess you’d better start moving,” you teased, wrapping your arms more tightly around his neck. You knew what was coming next; Jungkook would put you exactly in your place, just like you wanted. And for that you needed to hold on tight for dear life because that man could rock you like nothing ever had before.

Jungkook grabbed your hips firmly in his hold as he fucked up into you, making sure you were held against the wall and weren’t in danger of falling down as he did so. Despite this, each thrust had you sliding more up the wall until he would bring you back down again. When he found a pace that was he was sure he could resume without either of you getting hurt, he finally let go.

To say you saw stars would be an understatement. Jungkook was fucking you with so much vigor that you weren’t just seeing stars, you were sure you were seeing entire galaxies. Your sounds kept dying out on your tongue because the feeling was so overwhelming and it had your trembling around him in no time.

“Can’t make any sounds when I’m fucking you this good, angel?” Jungkook was taunting you now and quite frankly, he was right, he was fucking you so good that you were finding it hard to say anything. And the mixture of his dirty words with the sweet pet name you adored had you clenching even tighter around him, causing him to groan loudly and grip your waist tighter.

You eventually found your voice again when Jungkook hit a certain spot inside of you, pulling an embarrassingly loud whine from your throat. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tears almost brimming in your eyes once again at how good he felt.

“Fuck, Jungkook, feels so good, oh my God-” your praises made him twitch inside you as he moved his hands now from your waist to hold you up by cupping your ass, squeezing tightly in time with his thrusts. He was bouncing you up and down on his cock now with his strength alone, and the thought of it made your orgasm start to approach at an alarmingly fast rate.

“I love feeling you so close like this, I love you, so fucking much, shit-” Jungkook cut himself off as threw his head back to get his hair out of his face, careful not to let his balance falter or his grip slip on you. He had to do it though because his hair was keeping him from seeing your face now that you were leaning your head back against the wall, and he couldn’t have that.

“I love you, Jungkook, I’m close, fuck,” you were breathing hard as you couldn’t control your moans any longer, eyes squeezed shut and tears falling from just how much pleasure you were receiving and also how much you loved this man. Jungkook was the man you’d loved for so many years before you were finally able to call him yours. He always took care of you in every aspect of life, and you reciprocated it as best you could. And it was because of this kind of love you two had for each other that made these intimate times all the more meaningful. You were sitting here, back up against a shower wall in the arms of the man you loved while he rearranged your guts, and it was such an emotional experience alongside being a pleasurable one that the tears actually made sense.

Jungkook bit down on your shoulder and pulled you out of your reverie, making you cry out as he muffled his own sounds against your skin. You could tell by his thrusts that he was getting close now, his grunts happening more frequently and louder, echoing off the tiled shower walls. The water had already started to get cold but neither of you cared. Nothing outside of the two of you existed in this moment, and that was exactly how you liked it.

“Touch yourself for me, baby, I’m close, want you to be there with me,” Jungkook breathed out, his grip on your ass harsher now and you were sure there’d be marks tomorrow. You loved it when he marked you up, and even though he always felt slightly bad about it, you knew Jungkook loved seeing the marks, too.

You obeyed his command and reached down to rub your clit, nearly shrieking at the new wave of pleasure that washed over you. The sensations on your clit, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you, the way he was holding you, and all the things he was saying to you was enough to finally push you over the edge.

“Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck-” you barely had time to utter out your warning before you were cumming hard around his length, your body spasming as he held you through it.

He sped up then, chasing his own high now, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making his eyes roll back. “Fuck, I can feel you, always so perfect for me, I’m close-”

His eyes were closed now so he didn’t see you reach for him. You pulled him closer so you could kiss him, hoping to help him along this way, swallowing down every beautiful sound he was making. “C’mon Koo, cum for me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned out, loud and long as that was the last thing he needed to get him there. His hips stuttered a few more times before you felt him twitch and fill you up, just like you wanted. Because gravity was working against you due to your current position, you could feel some of it dripping out of you despite Jungkook still being inside of you. The feeling made you scrunch up your nose, and the action made Jungkook laugh and mumble out ‘cute’ as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

He pulled out of you carefully before moving you away from the wall so he could set you down on your feet. Your legs were a little wobbly, so he let you brace yourself against him as he helped you clean up.

The water was nearing a very uncomfortable cold temperature, but the both of you would rather endure that than leave the shower without cleaning off completely. After the workout you both had, there was nothing more you wanted than to curl up with each other in the bed.

After helping each other get clean again, and stealing quite a few kisses while doing so, Jungkook helped you out of the shower since you still didn’t trust your legs and dried you off before taking care of himself. Your heart swelled at the sight of him as it always did when he would take care of you like this.

You just hoped that you were taking care of him in all the ways he needed as well. You were certainly trying your best and would continue to do so for the rest of your life.

Once you were both snuggled into bed, him with an arm under you and you with your face nuzzling against his chest, you broke the silence first.

“If that’s what happens when I let you put paint on me, we should do that more often.”

Jungkook, who was tracing invisible patterns on your back in between your shoulder blades, laughed so hard you shook along with him. When he finally calmed down, he was able to answer you. “I totally agree. Although, I don’t think that happened because I painted you. It happened because you-” he booped you on the nose “-teased me, knowing full well what happens when you do.”

You shrugged as best you could with his arms around you. “You love it, though.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Indeed I do.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head and resumed his earlier soothing tracing of patterns on your skin. You rested your cheek against his chest and could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. The combined actions of his hands and the steady thrum of his heartbeat was enough to have slumber calling your name in a matter of minutes.

Jungkook had something more to say, however.

“Hey,” he called gently, making you look up at him with groggy eyes. He smiled at the sight. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For helping me. For being my muse. I’ve got more ideas now about what else to create, and I don’t think I could’ve gotten there without your help.”

You smiled at him before you placed your head down again and shut your eyes once more, breathing deeply. “You would’ve eventually. That’s just how you are. Maybe I sped up the process, but you would’ve done fine.”

“Perhaps,” he sighed and looked at the ceiling. His glance travelled down to look at your nearly sleeping form, laying on him calm and unbothered. Moments like these topped his list of favorite things, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

“Goodnight, angel,” he murmured softly, not sure if you were asleep or not yet. You muttered something unintelligible back, but he knew you were telling him goodnight all the same, and it brought a smile to his face.

Jungkook wanted to tackle life with you, the good, the bad, all of it; he wanted to do it with you by his side. He wanted to make sure every day of your life from here on out was filled with happiness and love and everything you deserved in the world, just as you wanted to do the same for him. He knew you’d do anything for him, and he’d do anything for you.

Only for you.

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When I Dream of You || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: Jungkook always imagined being with you was like a dream come true, and after years of pining he can finally say it’s all he could have ever hoped for and more. But what happens now when Jungkook’s dreams about you no longer have a happy ending?

➥Genre: established relationship, (somewhat?) heavy angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~6.2k (little much for a drabble i know, sorry)

➥Content warnings: story mostly told from jungkook’s POV, jungkook has a nightmare, feelings of insecurity and anxiety, mentions of harassment (not much), yoongi to the rescue (seriously he’s the voice of reason i love him), making out, grinding, slight hair pulling, riding on top, reader is in control (and jk is happy about it), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around a year after the events of OFY. (I also mentioned this in the post for OFY but for those who haven’t read it, the Kun in the story isn’t referring to any other irl person specifically, it was just a name I chose to make the initial story easier to write.)

As always, thank you to @dntaewithluv for being so supportive of me and motivating me to keep writing when there are times I feel like I shouldn’t. And for also being my beta-reader and just generally an amazing person, one of the best friends I could ever ask for.

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait - ~6 months after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after this dream drabble

I know this is the most angsty thing I’ve written so far (update: Stay With Me now holds this title), but I got attached to these characters and wanted to tell more of their story so here we are. I basically wrote this all in one sitting because I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while and I was excited to get it out. I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn

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Jungkook was dreaming again.

It was a dream he’d had many times now, and it always started the same way. He watched as you appeared in the doorway of the chapel, ready to make your trek down the aisle.

You looked dazzling in your dress, and through the thin veil that covered your face, Jungkook could see the brilliant smile you wore, which caused him to break out into one of his own. Each step that brought you closer to him made his heart race faster, and it didn’t take long for you to finally be in front of him.

Well…somewhat in front of him.

He could only watch as at the last second, you turned slightly and were now standing in front of Kun, the man you were originally meant to marry. Jungkook’s stomach twisted with fear as he observed Kun lift your veil over your head and take your hands in his as you both stared into each other’s eyes. You, looking at Kun with all the love in the world, because that’s just how you were. And Kun, looking back at you, with a sinister expression that made Jungkook feel dizzy.

He opened his mouth to object, to speak, to do something but no sound would come out. Everyone around him that had gathered to see you get married were either oblivious to Jungkook’s obvious distress, or they just didn’t care.

They weren’t here for him, after all. They were here for you, in the same way that he was here for you, too.

When his legs could finally move without crumpling underneath him, he walked over to stand next to you and Kun as he tried to reach out to you. He couldn’t touch you, though, because it was like there was an invisible wall in between the two of you now. A wall he could still see through but couldn’t reach past. He moved back at the realization, only to be met with something similar hitting his back.

Jungkook whirled around and was met with the same thing, now surrounding him on all sides, trapping him inside some sort of box. A box where he could still see what was happening but couldn’t stop it despite what he did. He felt suffocated.

He was shouting from inside his new prison, banging on the walls, trying to make any sort of sound that would reach you. And he knew you couldn’t hear him; you didn’t spare even one glance his way. But he still had to try. The longer he let this go on, the greater the chance of losing you grew to be.

And the possibility of that, of losing you in any capacity, was something he couldn’t bear to even think about.

Jungkook could hear everything coming from your mouth. The cheerfulness in your voice was usually something he loved to hear under any given circumstance. But in this case, it was threatening to tear him apart. He listened dismally as the two of you started reciting your vows to each other.

And his heart started to break when he heard the words from the letter he’d tried to give you all those years ago. Tears were forming in his vision as he listened to Kun rattle off the words he’d written for you. Words he never got to claim as his own until much later, when it was almost too late.

He could feel his heart shatter at the sight of the breathtaking smile on your face as you two finished your vows, moving now to kiss each other and seal the deal.

He tried once more to call out to you, but any sound he could’ve possibly made would’ve been immediately drowned out by the cheering from everyone around you.

His legs gave out as he knelt down to the floor, helplessly staring at you as you linked your arm with Kun’s to walk back down the aisle as a newly married couple. It took the last bit of his strength to look up as you passed, and you didn’t notice him.

But Kun did.

Kun paused in front of Jungkook, still separated by that invisible wall, and he grinned. It was the kind of grin you’d expect from someone who’s sole purpose in life was to sabotage others’ happiness. Which, ironically enough, is exactly what Kun was now known for.

All Jungkook could do was look on while you left the chapel, followed by the many guests who had gathered for the ceremony. Only when everyone was gone was he able to move about freely, but he opted to remain seated on the floor there instead as the chapel slowly started to fill with darkness once the doors closed.

Jungkook awoke with a start, bolting upright and inhaling a sharp intake of air. He was covered in sweat that dampened his hair and made it stick to his forehead. His breathing was shallow, and it took him a few seconds to remember where he was.

He was at home, in his bed. It was nighttime and sleeping next to him was a figure who’d remained undisturbed by his sudden movement.

He cautiously looked over at your sleeping form. You were turned on your side, facing away from him, breathing peacefully. His eyes softened at the sight and he could feel his heartbeat start to slow down into a pace much less frantic.

He pushed his hair out of his face as he took a deep breath. He knew he should probably wake you, especially since you always told him to do so whenever he had nightmares. Lately, he hadn’t been having any bad dreams, so it had been a while since he last had to rouse you from your slumber.

He reached an arm out, only for it to gently fall by his side. He hated waking you unless it was really important, because he knew you sometimes had trouble sleeping, and this included falling back asleep if something made you wake up during the middle of the night. You’d been especially exhausted lately, what with the new exciting event that had suddenly happened in both of your lives.

Well, exciting wasn’t really the right word. Terrifying fit way better.

After managing to avoid Kun for over an entire year, he somehow turned up at your new place of employment one day, surprising you and frightening you all at the same time. He told the staff at the front desk that he was an ‘old friend, here to congratulate you on your new position.’ And they believed it, so they let him come up to your office unsupervised.

Let’s just say when Jungkook heard about that little ordeal, he was not pleased at all.

Ever since then, Kun had been borderline harassing you, even sometimes going as far as to try and talk to Jungkook during his shifts at the bar. That lasted for all of maybe 2 encounters before Kun found himself banned and unable to return.

You both thought he was out of your life for good after the break-up, but he was proving to be much more of a plague than you or Jungkook initially imagined. So yes, these recent events had maybe been causing Jungkook to have intrusive thoughts once again that translated themselves into the one recurring nightmare he used to have shortly after the two of you got together.

The nightmare of him losing you. You obviously didn’t end up marrying Kun, but you came a lot closer to it than Jungkook liked. And that wasn’t because he’d been pining after you for years; he could’ve dealt with that, if it ended with you being happy. It was more so the reason that your relationship with Kun hadn’t seemed genuine on his end, and Jungkook wanted better for you than that.

Sometimes he wondered if he was the right one to give you what you deserved.

He shook his head to keep more thoughts from seeping in, but he knew sitting here alone in the dark wouldn’t help with that for long. He glanced at the time on his phone. It was 2:08 A.M., so not too late, but most people were usually sleeping at that time.

Nonetheless, Jungkook pulled back the covers and swung his feet over the side of the bed to stand up. He moved as gently as possibly to not risk waking you, but on his way to the bathroom he had to pass by your side of the bed.

Your sleeping face was free of worry, and your lips were slightly parted as you were breathing softly. The sight made Jungkook’s heart thump. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead.

If you woke up, he’d just tell you he had to use the restroom and try to coax you back to sleep. You looked too cute for him not to kiss you, though, so he deduced it was worth the risk.

He padded off to the bathroom then, only wearing a pair of gym shorts. Every step he took was calculated so he didn’t make much noise, and when he finally made it to the bathroom, he closed the door as quietly as possible, listening to the faint click before he leaned against the sink.

He sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for. After dialing the number, he put the phone to his ear, and within 2 rings someone picked up.

“Kook? You ok?”

Jungkook smiled. “Yeah, Yoongs, I’m ok. Just needed to talk to someone, that’s all.”

He heard shuffling from the end of the line and he felt a small pang of guilt at the fact that he may have woken his friend up. But then again, it was Yoongi, and he wasn’t a stranger to being up at this hour.

Yoongi hummed. “Y/N not awake then, huh?”

Jungkook shook his head, despite Yoongi not being able to see him. Yoongi took his silence as confirmation.

“Hm, well you do know I love talking to you, but I am wondering why this time of night?”

Jungkook sighed. Better to get it over with than beat around the bush. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh no,” he could hear the somberness of Yoongi’s tone. “Is it the same one, or…”

“Same one,” Jungkook answered without hesitation.

“Kook, we’ve been over this-”

“I know,” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “I know. Trust me, I don’t want to keep having this happen either.”

“Can you think of anything that may have triggered it?”

Jungkook tongued his cheek then. The more he thought about it, the only thing he could see as being a potential trigger for these dreams to come flooding back would be Kun’s unwanted reappearance.

While he was still thinking, Yoongi continued.

“Do you think it has anything to do with that asshole showing up again?”

Jungkook smirked. He knew how much disdain Yoongi had for Kun, and for good reason.

“Yeah, it’s exactly that, I’m almost positive.”

It sounded like Yoongi was moving again and Jungkook could just picture him now, sitting up and shaking his head in disappointment, not at Jungkook, but at the situation.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna level with you.”

Jungkook gulped.

“I honestly have no idea why you’re letting someone like that affect you. He’s not worth your time, he’s not worth Y/N’s time, not worth anyone’s time if you ask me. Letting him continue to have this kind of effect on you isn’t healthy.”

Jungkook sighed again, his breath coming out somewhat shaky. “I know, it’s just…it’s hard. It’s really hard, Yoongs. I can’t help but think of how close I came to losing her and fuck it hurts every time I think about it.”

“First of all, you wouldn’t have lost her, and you know that-”

“Yeah but seeing him is a reminder that I came close.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s tone was stern now, and Jungkook immediately stopped talking.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Like I was saying, you wouldn’t have lost her. You mean too much to her and she means too much to you for either of you to have let that happen. Give her a little more credit, yeah?”

At the mention of you, Jungkook’s lips curved upwards into a smile. He knows you’d never allow anything to take you away from him, outside of maybe some things beyond both of your control. But you certainly would never let someone come in between the friendship you both shared.

A friendship that had developed over several years and had now blossomed into a beautiful, loving partnership.

There it was again: you. Anytime Jungkook thought about you, it always made him happy. He was so in love with you and had been for so many years, so it was sometimes still surreal to him that you two were together now. Your smiling face was all he needed to get him through some days.

But right now the vision of you playing out in his head was the sight of you the night he found you in your house kneeling on the floor after Kun broke your marriage off. You looked so utterly broken, and Jungkook made a promise to himself then and there that he’d do anything in his power to make it so you never felt that way again.

“Kook? You still with me there?”

Yoongi’s voice roused Jungkook out of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Good. You know I worry about you, kid.”

Jungkook smiled. “I know.”

“This is the first time you’ve had this dream in a while, right?”

Jungkook leaned against the sink again, looking at the tiled floor underneath his feet. “Yeah, it’s been months.”

“Then I want you to do something for me, ok?”

Confused, but intrigued, Jungkook shook his head. “Yeah, sure.”

“I want you to take a look at your left hand.”

Jungkook did as he was told, splaying his fingers out in front of him.

“Now tell me what you see?”

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at his gold wedding band as it glistened faintly in the light of the room.

“My wedding ring,” he answered softly.

“Exactly. Your wedding ring. It belongs to you. And it means you’re the one who’s married to her. Not him, not anyone else, but you.”

Jungkook could see exactly where Yoongi was going with this, and the thought made him almost tear up. Yoongi knew exactly what to say and when to say it whenever Jungkook needed reassurance about something, and this was one of those times.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna tell you this, and it’s something I want you to remember. Y/N loves you. She loves you so much. My God, sometimes it’s hard to look at you two because you’re always so lovey dovey like-”

Jungkook laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

He could imagine Yoongi smiling on the other end. “Good. I think as long as you remember that, you’ll be ok. It’d probably still help to talk to her, though. You know how upset she’d be if she knew you were suffering in silence about your dreams again.”

Jungkook shakily inhaled, his grip on the sink behind him tightening. “I know. I’ll talk to her, probably in the morning since she’s still asleep-”

Jungkook cut himself off when he heard the soft sound of you calling his name. “Yoongs, I gotta go, thank you for answering and for everything else.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Anytime. Night, Kook.”

Jungkook hung up the phone and peered from behind the bathroom door. He saw you sitting up in the bed now, rubbing your eyes before you stretched. He was so fond of you, the sight made his heart swell.

He also noticed how the t-shirt you were wearing had ridden up some during your stretch and he could see the exposed skin of your thighs now now. He even thought that something as simple as you wearing a t-shirt was breathtaking. And when it was one of his t-shirts, like it was now – on some days it was enough to drive him crazy.

Now wasn’t the time for that though. He watched lovingly as you focused your eyes on him and smiled. He wasted no time getting back in the bed with you, seated with one leg crossed under him, his hand coming down to rest on top of your own.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a lazy kiss. Jungkook melted into the kiss when you deepened it, because after everything he just went through, any touch from you now was igniting all his feelings for you.

All of them, which is why he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hey,” he said with a smile, nuzzling his nose against yours before pulling away to look at you. He could tell you were still sleepy, but you wouldn’t attempt to go back to sleep without talking first. Especially since he knew you could tell something might be off.

Your brows furrowed. “Koo? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I had another nightmare.”

The immediate look of concern on your face made his heart lurch, and not in a pleasant way. “Baby, what happened?”

He brought up your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles, right above your ring.

“I had that nightmare. You know the one…”

You frowned. “Jungkook-”

“But it’s ok, really. I talked to Yoongi and I feel a little better.” He was looking anywhere but your face now, so you placed a hand under his chin, tilting it up so he’d look at you.

“You know you can always wake me up and talk to me.” You brushed your thumb across one of his cheekbones and he sighed into the touch.

“I know. You’ve been having trouble sleeping lately so I-”

“You also know that if I have trouble sleeping, usually cuddling with you helps. So please don’t use that as an excuse.”

Jungkook felt guilty again because he knew you were right. Before he came along, sleeping wasn’t always easy for you, but in the comfort of his arms, you found slumber much faster these days.

You took Jungkook’s face in both of your hands, your own chest twisting with pain at the sight of him. His big, doe-like eyes were shining with so much emotion, and all you wanted to do was take away all his worries.

“Do you know why you had that dream again?”

Jungkook nodded, absentmindedly brushing his thumb along your thigh. “Everything that’s happened with Kun lately, it- I don’t know, it just bothers me. It bothers me way more than it should. And I guess it just made me think again about- well, you know.”

Jungkook’s head hung then, and you leaned down so you could look into his eyes once more. He brought his head up to keep you from having to lean uncomfortably like that for too long.

“Koo,” you brushed a piece of his long, dark curly locks out of his face. “I love you. I’m in love with you. I know that things happened in the past that we can’t erase or change, but what we can do is focus on our future. Our future that we’re building together.”

He started to smile at your words, his heart lurching again now, but in a good way this time. Every time you told him you were in love with him, he felt like he could conquer the world.

“So please don’t worry about what almost happened or what could’ve been, because what matters is we’re here now. We’re here together. And I don’t plan on going anywhere,” you placed a quick peck on his lips, “Unless you want me to, that is.”

Jungkook quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you so you were straddling his lap, making you giggle as you tried to steady yourself. His hands rested comfortably against your waist and you placed yours on his shoulders. He looked up at you now with so much love and adoration.

“Never. I’m not planning on ever letting you go,” he accentuated his words with his grip around you by wrapping his arms more tightly around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. “Not until the day you decide you don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Well I don’t see that ever happening, so I guess we have nothing to worry about then, do we?” You booped his nose and he grinned, placing a hand on the back of your head to bring your lips down to meet his once more. The kiss was soft, yet passionate.

And it quickly turned into something more.

You deepened the kiss and Jungkook groaned into it, kissing you back now with a fervor that had you unconsciously moving your hips against him. He broke the kiss to lean his head back against the headboard, eyes shut and mouth parted.

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Y/N. And right now,” he opened his eyes to stare at you again, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

His hand snaked underneath your t-shirt to brush at the skin he found there, pulling your head back down for another kiss.

“I want to show you how much I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Will you let me?”

The sound of his voice shot straight to your core, and you were nodding before he could even finish his question. He chuckled against your lips before he started trailing them down your neck.

“Need to hear you say it, baby,” he spoke as his lips ghosted over your throat, his hold on you tightening.

“Please,” you breathed out, pulling at his dark tresses and making him grunt. “Please, Koo. I want you to make love to me.”

That was all he needed. Jungkook started placing kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone that was exposed from the collar of his shirt, his fists clenching around the material at the bottom of it.

“I love you,” he kept saying in between kisses. “Gonna take care of you.”

He started tugging your shirt up and you met him halfway, ridding yourself of the garment fast enough that it made him chuckle at your eagerness. He started peppering kisses all over your chest, kneading at your breasts, rolling your nipples in between your fingers and making your hips move faster.

You could feel him growing harder underneath you through the thin fabric of the shorts he was still wearing, so you sped up your movements, making him moan.

“These need to come off, don’t you think, baby?” You tugged at his shorts. Another moan came from Jungkook as he nodded, helping you move up so he could shimmy out of his shorts. He still didn’t think he could ever get used to that pet name coming from you, and he thought it was the sexiest thing ever when it fell from your lips.

Of course, Jungkook thought nearly everything you did was sexy. That was just the effect you had on him. Everything intimate was intense in the best way possible, and if this was what being in love felt like, he never wanted to stop being in love with you.

He loved you. He needed you. He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. And he’d never felt this way about anyone else for.

He felt all of these things for you. Only for you.

Jungkook was pulled out of his thoughts of how much he loved you by the feeling of you grinding down onto him again, this time the only barrier of clothing between the two of you being your own panties.

Yeah, Jungkook wasn’t having that.

He made quick work of removing your soaked panties, laughing again at your enthusiastic impatience. He loved seeing that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Be careful, angel,” He cooed at you as you tried to steady yourself on his lap once more. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs while you huffed, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Just wanna feel you already,” you said breathily, and the sound of your voice mixed with the words that fell from your mouth made him twitch. He knew he probably wouldn’t last long inside of you, and with the way you were already worked up, he figured you might not either.

But tonight wasn’t one of those nights where he planned on going for hours anyway (even though you both definitely could at times and boy did he love it when that happened). No, tonight was about him proving to you how much he loved you, telling you through his words and soft caresses and the way he took care of you.

And you did the same for him. Jungkook had never had anyone care about him before the way that you do. He knew you’d do anything to ensure his happiness, the same as he would for you.

And that’s also why he thought you were destined to be together. And he hoped he would never fuck that up, that anything would ever fuck that up.

Jungkook heard you whine from your place in his lap, still grinding against him to find some much-needed friction. You felt so good on top of him that he let himself enjoy it for a few moments, soft moans escaping his lips as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. You leaned down to give him another kiss, and in the same movement, he picked you up by your thighs under your ass and placed you back down where his tip was at your entrance.

He grunted against your lips as he felt you sink down onto him, waiting for you to accommodate to the stretch as you’d done many times before. You always told him you could handle it and sometimes you wanted him to be a little rougher with you from the get-go. Jungkook wasn’t at that level where he was comfortable with that yet.

But one day, he thought, especially with how good you feel around him, he just might be.

When he was finally completely inside of you, he waited just enjoying the feel of your warmth around his length. He brushed some hair out of your face, noticing how your eyes were glinting in the faint light of the room.

God, he could never get enough of staring into your eyes. He’d happily get lost in them over and over again.

Now, though, they were starting to close as you picked yourself only to drop down again a moment later. The action caused Jungkook to let out a throaty moan, eyes fluttering closed at the motion.

Hm. That was new.

Usually, Jungkook would guide you with his hands on your hips, and it wasn’t that he didn’t let you have control, it was more that you never really wanted to take control. So, seeing you decide to do it now was exciting and something he’d gladly let happen if that’s what you wanted.

To be sure though, he placed his hands on your waist. You placed yours on top of his and shook your head.

“Let me take the lead,” you said as you pushed his chest to where he was lying down more. “You can keep your hands here, but I want to do the work.”

Jungkook frowned, only because he knew you still had to be tired. “Angel, are you sure? I can help- fuck.”

You cut him off as you clenched around him before you started moving again, his hands constricting around your waist. You placed your hands firmly on your chest to help you get more leverage as you continued moving.

As you sped up, Jungkook leaned his head back into the pillow he was lying on, eyes screwed shut and the prettiest sounds falling from his lips. You watched as the muscles in his neck strained with the movement, and that alone made you want to mark him up.

But now wasn’t the time for that.

Jungkook managed to open his eyes and look at you riding him, the sight making him twitch inside of you. He thought you looked so beautiful like this, and you taking the lead was so hot to him, he knew he’d definitely not last long if you kept this up-

“Do you know,” you broke off to moan as his cock hit a spot inside of you that made your breath hitch, “do you know why I wanted to take control tonight?”

Jungkook swallowed and shook his head, rubbing his hands along your waist.

You smiled at him lovingly, taking one of his hands and bringing it to your lips before linking your fingers. The action made his heart soar.

“It’s because you always take such good care of me. I want to take care of you in that same way,” you squeezed his hand, letting your words wash over him.

“But you do take care of me,” he started to say, only to be interrupted by the feeling of your walls clenching around him again.

“I know. But tonight, I want to show you I know how to take care of you in this way, too. I want to show you how much I love you.” You leaned down, hitting a new angle that had both of you moaning as you brushed your lips against his. “Will you let me?”

Jungkook felt himself getting closer as you repeated his words from earlier. He nodded vigorously, kissing you with so much passion that you thought you might topple over. You sat up straight again and started moving faster, now pulling out as much as possible before dropping back down.

Jungkook’s high was approaching fast because of the combination of you taking control, the way you were riding him, and your words. He was feeling so many things at once and he tried to will himself to not let go.

He didn’t want to let go yet, not until you were there with him.

To help you along, he reached down in between both of you and started rubbing your clit, relishing in the feel of you around him as you stuttered in your movements. He smirked, knowing that even when you were in control, he still had an effect on you the same way you did him.

“Come on, angel, I’m right there, I want you to cum with me.” Jungkook’s voice was husky now, the pleasure threatening to overtake him any second. He bit his lip as he stared at you, watching as your head lolled forward on your neck and you started shaking from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

“I’m almost there, Koo, I love you so much,” your sounds were increasing in pitch and becoming more frequent, so he knew you were close. All that was left now was for you to reach your high together.

He took your hand that was still intertwined with his and placed a kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I love you, too,” he said softly.

His response was enough to finally provoke your orgasm, it being so powerful that you fell forward on top of him. As you did, you were clenching so tight around him that his release wasn’t far behind. He grunted as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, filling you up, the familiar sensation of warmth making you shiver in his hold.

Both of you were trying to catch your breath, you now completely laying on his chest and his arms snaked around you. He placed a kiss on top of your head and you both just laid there for a few moments.

Jungkook was the one to break the silence. “Well, that was certainly something.”

You giggled. “Yeah, I enjoyed that, Don’t know why I haven’t done that before.” You felt his chest rumble with laughter underneath you.

“Me neither, but you can absolutely do it more often. I know I won’t be opposed.”

“Deal,” you said as you leaned up to place a kiss on his nose. “But only under one condition.”

“Oh?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, intrigued at your proposition.

“You,” you said as you traced patterns on his chest, “need to stop being so cautious with me.”

A tiny frown etched itself onto his features. “Angel-”

“I mean it, Jungkook. I’m not some fragile thing that’s going to break anytime you stick your dick in me.” He couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from him, immediately apologizing afterwards because he knew you were being serious.

“I know you’re not, I just- I never want to hurt you.”

“And I’d let you know if you did. So promise me you’ll at least try to treat me a little less like I’m gonna break under your touch?”

He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid your head on his chest again. “I promise to try. I don’t just do it for you, though.”

You brought your head back up to look at him, quirking your own eyebrow. “Oh? What do you mean?”

He chuckled darkly, his stare alone making you throb. “I also do it so I can maintain some self-control.”

You laughed. “What’s so bad about losing control?”

He smirked. “Nothing, I guess. We’ll have to see though, won’t we?”

The suggestion made you tingle with desire, but you were unfortunately too tired to go again, so you figured it’d be best to leave it alone for the night. Jungkook finally pulled out of you, making you let out a small whine at the loss. Before you could say anything, he picked you up and carried you with him to the shower, as he did most nights when you two shared these intimate moments.

In the shower, he helped you clean off, and as he was washing your hair, you stared up at him, seeing his dark locks falling into his face with the weight of the water that drenched them. His lips were parted and his tongue was slightly sticking out as he concentrated on making sure he lathered every inch of your hair with shampoo. He looked so adorable like this that you couldn’t help but giggle.

You ran your hands along his chest now to help him wash off the soap, and your ring caught the light, glimmering faintly. Jungkook picked up your hand and turned it this way and that to watch the ring shine from different angles, before he linked your fingers together.

“I told you I’d get you a better one, didn’t I?” You rolled your eyes in amusement at the cocky smirk that tugged at his lips.

“You didn’t just tell me, you promised me.” You continued washing all the suds off of him as he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer.

“And did I follow through on my promise?”

You pretended to think about it for a second, making Jungkook tickle you under the shower’s waterfall. “Ok! Ok! Yes, you did,” you said as you laughed. “You always follow through on your promises.”

“I try,” was his soft response. He nudged your cheek with his nose, which is something he did when he wanted a kiss, a habit you were very quick to pick up on in the early stages of your relationship. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood up on your tiptoes, placing a gentle kiss on his lips that had him letting out a small sound of contentment.

“I love you. And I’m in love with you. Nothing, nor anyone, will change that.” You reassured him as you pushed his hair out of his face. Any doubts he still had you wanted to erase them all.

You wanted him to know that you loved him with everything you had.

He smiled, brushing his nose against yours. “I know. And I love you more than anything. All the love I have to give is for you.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips before he pulled back to quietly add, “Only for you.”

Those three words meant so much to you, and every time you heard him say them it made you fall for him even more, if that was possible. The two of you continued to hold each other and exchange lazy kisses until the water turned too cold to bear. After drying off, you both snuggled back into bed, with you falling asleep almost instantly, feeling safe in Jungkook’s arms.

He kissed the back of your neck and wrapped his arms around you securely, resting his forehead against your shoulder as you both laid on your sides. Your soft breathing let him know you were already asleep and he smiled, elated that he could provide you the comfort you needed to help you fall into peaceful slumber once more.

When Jungkook inevitably followed behind you, he was met with nothing but pleasant dreams, and all of them were about you.

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Stay With Me || jjk (teaser)

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Being married to Jungkook was everything you’d wished for and more. There wasn’t a problem the two of you couldn’t tackle together, and building this life with the person you loved most was all you could ever ask for. But when a ghost from your past returns and threatens to pull you two apart in whatever way they can, will things still be the same?

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader

➥Genre: established relationship, some heavy angst (I’m so sorry), smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

Coming Soon!

This will be a part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series. Ideally, I’d like to have it out within the next week or so, but I can’t make any promises other than I’ll try. I hope you look forward to this, and if you wanna be added to a taglist please let me know!

#bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios #ofy drabble

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Only For You || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: It’s the night before your wedding and you should be happy...but a fight with your fiancé leaves you second guessing everything. A visit from the blue-haired boy of your dreams is just what you need to make it right.

➥Genre: best friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: 32.8k (I’m so sorry sjskdjks)

➥Content Warnings: small bit of social media au stuff, mentions of cheating, lying, POV switches a few times, jungkook ties his hair up at one point, slight violence (someone gets punched, nothing major), hurt/comfort, jungkook has blue hair, tw: reader slightly struggles with body image (very briefly), so much mutual pining b/w reader and jungkook, making out, grinding, marking/biting, groping, body worship, jungkook is very vocal, oral (f. receiving), fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, jungkook has a big dick, jk is hypersensitive to the reader, unprotected sex (stay safe out there, y’all), penetration, rough sex, mirror sex to some degree lol, multiple orgasms, cumming inside, praise kink, cursing (fuck is said a lot), dirty talk, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts

A/N: It’s finally here! I know I said it’d probably be out weeks ago but grad school happened, so sorry about that! Thanks to everyone who was excited for waiting, I’m really happy that there are people who were interested in reading this 🥺 this story has been probably my biggest one ever as far as plot and world-building goes, and it was fun to bring smau aspects into it. Also Blue Jungkook really threw me for a loop and I needed to write about him 💙

There will be some social media posts (texts, IG, etc.) throughout but it’s not too many. Also, the fiancé has a name, but it’s a random name and isn’t modeled after any other idol, etc. This was just something to make it easier for me to write. The POV switches between the reader and JK a few times, but this will always be indicated by the name in the switch being bolded (i.e. you or Jungkook will be in bold).

As always, special thank you to @dntaewithluv for being one of the most amazing people ever, my biggest supporter here and best friend. You helped me so much when I started to get discouraged during writing this and I love you more than I can express ❤️ also thank you for beta-reading for me, you’re the best~

I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it! There are other drabbles in the Series Masterlist below. Please let me know what you think, if you’d like~

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“So why are we looking at dresses again?”

You turned to look at your best friend who so graciously accompanied you to your wedding dress appointment. He had his hands laced together behind his head as he leaned back in one of the big, white leather chairs near the dressing room area.

“Jungkook, we’ve been over this.” You had a dress draped over your arm, and a store assistant was making their way towards the both of you. When he didn’t respond, you sighed and continued.

“I told you I just want to make sure everything is perfect. I’m getting married in a week and the last thing I need is something messing up.”

He leaned forward then, clasping his hands together while he rested his elbows on his knees. He had shrugged out of his jacket earlier and he looked so out of place now in the formal bridal shop, wearing his black t-shirt with ripped denim jeans, tattoos on full display.

You, of course, were used to seeing him like this, but you were still always affected by how handsome he was. Especially now since he recently dyed his hair blue-

You shook your head to clear your thoughts. You were getting married in a week! You didn’t need to sit here and think about how attractive your best friend - your fiancé’s best man - is.

“Y/N, listen to me for a second,” he said in that stern tone he liked to use when he reassured you. It would either be soft, if you needed comfort, or stern like it was now, when you needed to understand something.

You were holding the dress out against the front of your body, twisting yourself to look at how it flowed at different angles in front of the full-length mirror. The store assistant was standing beside you now, completely oblivious to Jungkook’s presence.

“Does the dress need any alterations?” The assistant looked and sounded eager as she held tailor’s tape in her hands.

“I don’t think so...it still fits near perfect, I just- maybe I’m missing something.” You bit your lip in contemplation before you heard the squeaking of the leather chair as Jungkook pulled himself out of it to come join you.

He placed his hand gently on your shoulder to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I’m sure you look great in your dress.” His bright eyes were full of sincerity, and his calming tone washed over you to help soothe your nerves. You gave him a grateful smile, one that he returned before he patted your shoulder.

“Aww, you have such a supportive fiancé,” the assistant chirped up from beside you, making both of you jump. You saw Jungkook’s eyes widen as he cleared his throat and stepped to the side, placing his hands behind his back.

“He’s not- we’re not- this is my best friend,” you said all too fast, clearly panicking as you motioned between you and Jungkook as if to make it obvious who you were referring to. What was making you panic even more, though, was how fast your heartbeat picked up at the mention of Jungkook being your fiancé.

Why was that having an effect on you?

Well, you knew why, but you once again buried down any lingering feelings you had towards the man who’d been there for you through everything in your life the past several years. He was supportive of you, and your relationship, and you couldn’t ask for a greater friend.

And you had convinced yourself a long time ago that a friend was all he’d ever be.

“Yeah, I’m here for moral support, you know, all that good stuff,” Jungkook finally spoke up as he rubbed the back of his neck. The assistant gasped as she realized her mistake.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I just assumed, given the circumstance- well you have a very supportive best friend, then.”

You nodded, understanding the mistake and honestly, you couldn’t blame them. You and Jungkook were just so comfortable with each other, you could see why the two of you might be mistaken for a couple.

“Well, if you’d like a second opinion, you can go try the dress on again and I can look it over for you.” The assistant seemed to no longer be fazed by her blunder earlier, and you gave Jungkook one last look before you nodded and headed into the fitting room. His eyes were unreadable, and he hadn’t moved from his current stance when he had nearly jumped away from you.

You tried on the dress once more in the safety of the fitting room, twisting and turning in front of the mirror to make sure that everything was in place and how you wanted it. Your eyes roamed over the dazzling beaded design around your waist as you ran a hand over it to feel the texture. The way the dress tapered at the waist and then billowed out was something you’d always thought about ever since the idea of wedding bells took up residence inside your head.

The dress, the venue, the preparations…everything was all you could have ever wanted for your wedding.

And try as you might to convince yourself that you were ecstatic beyond belief: you just weren’t.

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You stared out the window for most of the car ride, neither you nor Jungkook saying a word to each other after leaving the bridal shop. You had decided to not make any alterations to the dress upon hearing the opinion of the assistant, and it was now hanging up on the handle above one of the backseat doors.

Soft music was playing through the speakers, and it was either a song you didn’t recognize, or your mind was just too muddled to focus on it properly. You were fidgeting with your phone in your lap, waiting on either a call or text from Kun about his whereabouts since the 3 of you had decided on lunch that day.

Jungkook cleared his throat when he pulled up to a stoplight, pulling your gaze away from the window. When he finally got your attention, his brows were downturned the slightest amount.

“Kook? What’s up?”

You saw him flex his fingers around the steering wheel, a habit you’d picked up on many years prior. He only did it when he was thinking hard about something, when he was nervous, or when he was upset.

Right now, you weren’t sure which of the options it was.

You could see him tonguing his cheek now, his eyes on the road once more as the light turned green.

Before you looked back out the window, he spoke.

“So, a week, huh?” He provided no context, but you knew he didn’t need to.

You sighed and mustered your best smile. “Yeah, one more week.”

“Are you excited?” The questioned tumbled from his lips in a hurried manner, almost as if he was afraid to get the words out. You looked at him quizzically.

“Koo,” you spoke softly, “I’m getting married. Something I’ve dreamed about for years. Of course I’m excited.” You tried to keep your tone level because he was confusing you with how he was acting.

“Yeah, I know, I just- it’s a big commitment and you wanna make sure you’re ready to take that risk. That’s all.”

His concern melted away all your confusion. Jungkook was just looking out for you, like he always did. He was just being a good friend.

“I always appreciate your concern, but I promise I’m fine. I know it’s a big step, but I wouldn’t go through with it if I wasn’t 100% sure about it.” You crossed your arms and looked out the window again, feeling a small tinge of dread in your stomach, something that only happened when you knew you were lying.

Jungkook sighed as he pulled his car into the parking lot of your favorite diner the 3 of you liked to frequent often. “If you say so.”

“If you don’t want to participate in the wedding, just let me know-”

“Y/N, you know it’s not that. Of course I want to participate, even though I- I guess I’m just not with it today, that’s all. Sorry,” he parked the car and removed the key from the ignition, dropping them along with his hands into his lap.

You removed your seatbelt and reached across the console, gently moving his face so that he would look at you again. He looked sad, and you wanted to take all his problems away.

Your own problem, however, was you didn’t know what that was.

“Jungkook, something’s bothering you. I can tell.” You caressed his cheek, and he let out a small sound of contentment, leaning into your palm. The simple motion was enough to make your heart start racing.

“Look, whatever’s going on, we’re gonna get through it together, ok?” You patted his cheek now, making him open his eyes that had started to close.

He gave you that cute, bunny-like grin that always made all of your worries dissipate. He reached his hand up to place it on top of yours that was still on his face.

“Got it,” he responded as he squeezed your hand. You felt compelled then to hug him, so that’s what you did. You leaned even further over the console, wrapping your arms around him as best you could, your head leaning against his chest due to the awkward angle. It took a second, but he wrapped his arms around you as well, pulling you even closer.

“Everything will be ok,” you felt him murmur against your hair as he patted your head. You weren’t sure if he was telling you that, or telling himself that, but it was something you needed to hear all the same.

When one of you finally pulled away (you weren’t sure exactly who did first, or if you both did at the same time), you leaned against the seat and decided to peruse Instagram while you waited to hear back from Kun. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you saw Jungkook’s latest post from the day earlier.

“What are you smiling about over there,” Jungkook leaned over the console to get a good look at your phone. You playfully hid it from his view, making him pout, before laughing and showing him the screen.

He chuckled. “Ah, I see you found my ‘I changed my hair so now I need to show everyone’ selfie.”

“When will you stop using song lyrics as captions is what I wanna know,” you responded as you resumed your scrolling once you added a like to his picture.

Jungkook shrugged. “What can I say? It’s my specialty, alongside being a third-wheel.”

You stared at him then, letting your phone gently fall into your lap. Jungkook’s playful smile faltered a tiny bit.

“Jungkook, we’ve talked about this-”

“What, about me calling myself a third-wheel? You know it doesn’t bother me, right?”

You groaned. “I know it doesn’t bother you, but it bothers me. I think of you as so much more than that, so for you to boil yourself down to that, it just…I don’t know.” You let your gaze fall to your hands that lay in your lap now, not sure how to word your thoughts.

He placed his hand on top your that was resting on top of your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He offered you a small smile when you brought your eyes back up to look at him.

“Y/N,” Jungkook started, “it’s really ok. You know I love tagging along with you guys.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts. I’m your third-wheel and that’s all there is to it.” He grinned, the same way he always does when he wants to end a subject on a positive note.

You nodded before bringing the phone up to your ear to call Kun again. While the phone rang, Jungkook’s words kept playing in your head.

‘I’m your third-wheel,’ echoed in your mind, and your answer to his statement was simple, yet frightening:

‘But I never wanted you to be.’

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Kun, unsurprisingly, didn’t join you both for lunch, so you decided to eat and chill at the diner a bit before Jungkook dropped you off at your house. As you watched him drive away, waving at him, you felt that same hint of dread that had begun developing in the pit of your stomach grow bigger.

You decided you needed to do something to take your mind off of everything, so you sat down at your desk in your bedroom and sifted through all your wedding preparations. You double and triple-checked the guests lists, schedules for catering, photography, music, etc. This was something you’d already done countless times before, so you knew everything was as perfect as it could possibly be.

And yet, the feeling of dread remained.

You checked your phone to see Kun still hadn’t texted you back or attempted to call, and you noticed then that it was about 8:30 in the evening. You sighed, disappointed, but again not surprised. This was unfortunately something you’d grown accustomed to over the last several months, maybe even a year. Kun would come home at all hours of the night, sometimes not even bothering to let you know where he was, when he’d be home, or if he was even coming home.

The idea of combing through all your wedding plans a fourth time that night exhausted you, so you opted to get ready for bed instead. After a quick shower and a change into comfier clothing, you laid down in your bed and snuggled up with your blankets; the only warmth you seemed to get most nights anymore.

You checked your phone once you were settled, noticing that the time now was just after 9 P.M. Still no answer from Kun, as you expected, but you tried not to let your thoughts linger on him for too long.

You scrolled through your messages screen, smiling when you saw your last exchange with Jungkook, which was earlier that morning before he picked you up. A tiny pang erupted in your chest then as you looked at his picture. You groaned and let your phone drop to the side, running your hands down your face.

All these conflicting feelings really were taking a toll on you. You debated for a few minutes on whether or not to text him, because you knew if there was anyone you could absolutely count on, it was Jungkook. It has always been Jungkook.

Once upon a time, you could say the same for Kun, but with how things had been going lately-

You thought back to all those years ago, when Kun first confessed his feelings for you…

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*Y/N Flashback*

Senior year of high school, with only a few weeks left before graduation, and life was a simpler time. You didn’t have to worry about things like rent for an apartment or finding an internship that would help you be prepared for a career after college. The main focus in your life was your friends and school, with friends taking precedence over everything else.

Well, that, and also your current internal dilemma.

Against your better judgment, you’d developed a crush. And it wasn’t just a stupid high school crush, no, it had to be a crush on your best friend.

You had a crush on Jungkook. A BIG one. But you had no idea if it was fleeting or if he even thought of you in that way, so you never acted on it.

That day when you got a mysterious letter, however, you wondered if the tides of fate may be turning in your favor.

You had just arrived home, wanting to get yourself together before you met up with Jungkook and Kun for your usual Friday night diner and movie time. There was, however, a piece of paper that had been wedged in between your door and the door frame, almost too small for you to notice at first. When you pulled it from the door, it was bigger than you expected, and when you started reading it, your heart pounded faster.

The words that were etched into the surface of the paper made you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, and a warm feeling blossomed within your chest. There was a poem that started the letter:

‘You are the sunlight that rose again in my life,

I don’t know what these emotions are.

No matter who shakes the world, don’t let go of my hand.

Please don’t wake me up from this dream.’

Followed by a simple message at the bottom:

‘It’s hard to find the right words to tell you how I really feel, but if you feel the same way, meet me at our usual spot. I’ll be waiting for you.’

You hugged the letter to your chest, giggling to yourself like the giddy 18-year-old you were. You wasted no time in getting ready and driving to the diner, the whole way there feeling like your heart might leap out of your body.

The diner was a short drive away, so you made it there within a few minutes. A light drizzle had started to sprinkle down, but otherwise it was a beautiful day. When you pulled into the parking lot, you scanned the vicinity, waiting for the familiar vehicle to pop out at you. You saw a familiar vehicle, but it wasn’t the vehicle you were searching for. Nonetheless, you walked over to it in a rush, nearly ready to burst with excitement.

You knocked on the door and the driver smiled at you as they rolled down the window. “Y/N, hey! You’re here earlier than usual.” He motioned for you to take a seat inside the car, so you did.

“Hey, Kun.” You returned his smile, a little breathless since you’d all but jogged over to the car.

“Wow, you’re in a really good mood. You weren’t this chipper when we left school earlier, did something happen?” You nodded, still grinning as you took in his curious expression.

“I guess you could say that.” You reached into your pocket to pull out the letter. You studied his face to see if he’d have any reaction to it. He did: his brows furrowed a small amount, and you weren’t sure if it was due to confusion, or maybe nervousness.

“W-What’s that,” he stammered. You found the action to be somewhat cute.

“It’s a letter. I found it on my door when I got home. It wasn’t signed or anything, but it looks like it could be a love letter-”

“I wrote it!” Kun’s outburst took you off guard, and your smile faltered a tiny bit.

“You wrote this,” you asked incredulously. You watched as he smiled shyly in return, ducking his head as if he was embarrassed.

“Yeah, I wrote it. I’ve, uh, liked you for a while, Y/N. Just wasn’t really sure how to tell you,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the dashboard instead of your face.

“O-oh,” you stuttered. You didn’t know…how to feel. Kun was sweet and had been a close friend over the years, but you’d never really looked at him in that way before. At least, not in a serious manner.

He was cute, sure. He’d always been kind, he was funny, also very goal-driven and determined. He was a good guy, even if his constant competing with Jungkook over everything did grate on your nerves.

And there it was: Jungkook. Your thoughts had drifted to the person you actually hoped had written the letter. But now, it appeared that wasn’t the case. Which was even more evidenced by the fact that Jungkook was nowhere in sight.

Raindrops started pattering against the windshield of the car. You hadn’t said anything for a few moments, and you were pulled back to reality by Kun calling your name.

“Hey, you still there?” He was looking at you with hopeful eyes, and the sight made your chest constrict.

“Y-yeah,” you mustered a small grin. “I just- I guess it’s hard to believe you wrote this, that’s all. You never really showed any signs of interest or anything.”

“That’s because you make me nervous, so I wasn’t sure how.” Kun absentmindedly thrummed his thumb against the steering wheel. “I’m kinda getting the vibe though that you don’t feel the same way,” he continued with a chuckle.

Guilt washed over you. Here was Kun, confessing his feelings to you, and you were upset that it wasn’t someone else. That it wasn’t Jungkook.

Jungkook, your dorky, sweet, adorable best friend who you’d known for many years, much longer than you’d known Kun. The same best friend who you’d developed such a crush on to the point that the realization that he didn’t feel the same was actually somewhat painful.

And if that was the case, then it wouldn’t hurt to give Kun a chance, right?

How bad could it be?

You reached out and placed a hand on top of his that was resting beside his thigh. He looked at your hand before slowly bringing his gaze up to meet yours once more.

“I like you too, Kun.” You gave him a warm smile, one that you hoped he would think was genuine, because in a way, it was. You did like Kun, and you could even see yourself dating him.

You just didn’t think you liked him as much as he seemed to like you, if the letter was any indication of that.

Kun broke out into a grin, the sight warming your heart and pushing the anxiety you previously felt to the back of your mind. Yeah, you could see this going well. Kun really was such a sweetheart, and you two had a lot in common, not to mention your personalities mingled well with one another. Dating him seemed like it would be fun, so you couldn’t find any reason to say no.

At least any reason you wanted to think about, anyway.

“You do? Ah, Y/N, that makes me so happy, you have no idea!” Kun reached over the center console and pulled you into a hug, a little awkward with the angle you two were in, but still a sweet gesture.

“Me too,” you agreed, hugging him back. When he pulled away, he looked a little nervous again.

“Does this mean you’ll…you’ll be my girlfriend?”

You giggled. “That depends, are you asking me to be?”

“Uh, yes?” Kun answered sheepishly again, making you laugh and nod your head.

“Great! I feel so much better now that that’s all, uh, I guess out in the open now? Yeah.” His flustered nature was cute, you couldn’t help but keep laughing.

“But Y/N?”

“Hm?” You were curious what else he had to say.

“Do you mind if we maybe…don’t mention the letter to Jungkook?” You were about to ask why when he quickly continued with a groan. “I just know he’s gonna tease me mercilessly about it if he finds out, so I’d rather it be our secret.”

You found the request a little odd, since Kun did most of the teasing out of the two of them, but you honored it anyway. If it meant so much to him to keep it between the two of you, that’s what you would do. You nodded and he grinned once more.

“Great, thank you. How about we go find a booth before the rain starts coming down too hard? We can share my umbrella, too.”

You nodded again and waited for Kun to come to the other side of the car with the umbrella before you got out. He took your hand in his, and while it was a foreign sensation – at least with him – it wasn’t unwelcome.

The two of you made it into the diner just before the rain started heavily pouring down. Kun excused himself to go to the bathroom so you just sat there by yourself, wondering where Jungkook was, or if he would even show up at all.

You couldn’t deny the small twinge of pain you felt in your chest at the thought of him, but you tried to will it away. Because if you kept going like this, it could make things worse for you, especially now that you were with Kun.

You decided it was time to let go. And let go is what you did.

*End of Y/N Flashback*

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All those years ago felt like a far-away memory, and Kun seemed like someone else entirely now. He’d evolved from the caring man you started loving more as the years drew on. He’d changed into something you were sure you didn’t like, and you still couldn’t figure out why.

You kept telling yourself that maybe he was just worried about getting married and was acting weird because of it. That was a thing that happened, right? People handle big life events in different ways, don’t they?

You shook your head to make that thought dissipate before you picked your phone back up again, the screen still on your and Jungkook’s messages. After another small moment of contemplation, you decided to go ahead and do it. Shortly after you sent your text, the typing indicator popped up.

You waited for him to respond, not even sure what you wanted to talk about, but you knew you wanted to talk regardless. Anything to get your mind off your current thoughts. Another minute passed before the familiar ding called your attention to your phone once more.

You took a deep breath before you responded, not being able to help the small smile that spread out over your face.

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Jungkook was startled by his phone vibrating on his nightstand across the room. He’d been sitting in front of his easel, working on a new painting; a hobby he’d picked up in the last few months that he found to be relaxing.

It also took up a lot of time and kept his mind occupied, which was its own blessing.

He stood up and stretched, observing what he’d created over the last several hours since he’d gotten home after spending the morning with you. He’d started to create a landscape filled with different hues of blues and purples, incorporating mountains and trees as he saw them visually. Usually, he’d be covered in various colors of paint after an intense session, with splotches coating his arms, sometimes on his face and in his hair as well. He was careful tonight, however, since he didn’t want to rush it and he’d already taken a shower prior to starting.

And as he looked at the painting, his thoughts drifted to you again. The two of you – along with Kun – had taken a trip to the mountains a few years back, and the memory of how you marveled at the scenery never failed to bring a smile to Jungkook’s face.

He shook his head to will that memory away, because with every memory of you that brought on happiness, lately it also brought on pain. Jungkook hated that for multiple reasons.

Recently, the biggest memory that was plaguing his existence almost every waking moment was the day you and Kun started dating. He’ll never forget the feeling of devastation when he saw the two of you together officially, knowing that he was too late. He started thinking about it again, much to his dissatisfaction.

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*Jungkook Flashback*

“Fuck, Tae, I’m late,” Jungkook spoke exasperatedly as he drove to the diner, his phone on speaker in his lap. He was unfortunately hitting every red light along the way despite going as fast as he could without getting a ticket, and with the sudden downpour of rain bound to start at any second, he knew traffic would only get worse.

“Kook, it’s gonna be alright! Trust me on this,” Tae’s reassuring voice washed over Jungkook as it echoed through the phone speaker, making him loosen his grip on the steering wheel the tiniest bit.

“I’m so fucking nervous, Tae, I feel like my heart is in my throat.” Jungkook meant it, too. The slow red light did nothing to quell his anxiety, making him drum his fingers against the steering wheel as he pushed his hair out of his face with his free hand.

“Breathe, kid.”

Jungkook snorted. “I’m not that much younger than you.”

“You’re not, but you are like a little brother to me, and I need you to focus on what I’m saying and calm down.”

Jungkook took a deep breath, accelerating the car again now that the light was green, being careful not to overdo it. He would be at the diner within another minute or so, if the traffic didn’t get any worse than it was at that moment.

“Look, you put the letter in the door, yeah? So, she’s sure to find it. And when she does, and she reads it, she’ll meet you there, just like you asked.”

“We were already set to meet up at the diner, though,” Jungkook pouted. He could hear Tae sigh through the phone.

“Yes, yes, I know. That doesn’t change the fact that she’ll meet you there after getting the letter. Kook, you’ve got to focus so you make it there safely.”

“I know, I know, I know.” Jungkook turned onto the street that was just a block away from the diner now. “I just hate that I’m late, I was supposed to be the one already here waiting on her.”

“So sorry that Yeontan missed you and you had to stay a few extra minutes-“

“Not the time, TaeTae.” Jungkook started slowing down as he pulled into the parking lot, looking through the vast array of cars, hoping that maybe you hadn’t arrived yet. Those hopes were dashed when he saw yours not far away, and he gulped as he pulled into the nearest parking spot.

When Jungkook parked the car, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the headrest, letting out a slow, deep breath. He took a few seconds to control his breathing because his heart was beating so fast that he almost thought he maybe should be concerned-

“Hey Kook, you still with me there?”

Jungkook picked up his phone out of his lap and turned it off speaker, now putting the phone receiver to his ear. “Hey, yeah, I’m here, I made it,” he answered breathlessly.

“Good. Jesus, you worried me for a minute there.” Tae paused before he continued, probably letting Jungkook calm down some so he could better listen to what Tae had to say.

“Everything is going to be fine. Trust me. Even if things may not go exactly how you planned, everything will still be ok. You can’t go into this with a negative mindset, or it’ll all come crumbling down on you.”

“I know, Tae. I’m just worried, like- I care so much about her, I don’t want to freak her out if she doesn’t feel the same way. I’ve never really been up front about how I feel at all, I’ve always hidden it-”

“Ok, first of all, if she doesn’t feel the same, then that’s her loss. Secondly, you guys have been each other’s closest friend for God knows how many years now, I don’t see anything you doing at this point – short of some illegal things, of course – driving her away in any capacity.”

“I feel like you’re right, but I’m so afraid to fuck things up.” Jungkook’s voice came out quiet, and if he didn’t have the phone to his ear, Tae might not have been able to hear him.

“Jungkook,” Tae’s melodious, smooth voice flowed through the receiver. “You are an amazing person, and Y/N loves you regardless of anything else. All you can do now is go in there and see what happens. You’ve basically already confessed, yeah?”

Jungkook gulped. “Yeah.”

“Then the hardest part is already over.”

“I sure hope you’re right…”

“I am right, and if I’m not, you get to tell me off and I won’t bite back at all. Sound good?”

Jungkook chuckled, a small smile breaking out across his face for what felt like the first time in a few hours since he started talking to Tae about everything. “You know I hate arguing with you, anyway.”

“All the more reason to have faith that I’m right. Kook,” Tae’s voice lost its playful tone as it turned more serious, “You can do this. I believe in you, and Y/N cares about you. If anything, there’s at least that.”

Jungkook took another deep breath as he stared up at the ceiling, his black locks tickling his nose as he shook his head to let them scatter.

“Thanks, TaeTae.” He slightly opened the car door, grimacing somewhat when he saw just how hard it was raining as he remembered he didn’t bring an umbrella. He pulled his hood over his head. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“You fucking better. Good luck, Kookie.”

Jungkook chuckled at the nickname as he ended the call and pocketed his phone, trying his best to keep it from the rain. He ran to the diner, and despite having his hood on, his hair got soaked, plastering itself to his face and in turn making his face drenched as well.

But Jungkook didn’t care. Because the closer he got to the diner, he saw you through the window sitting at a booth alone, and he felt like all the breath was being stolen from his lungs. He sped up, so ready to see you and yet so terrified at the same time.

When he got to the door of the diner, he placed his hands on his knees as he bent over to try and catch his breath. He peered up into the window again and watched as you were staring out of a window on the opposite side of the diner. He wondered what you might be thinking about, and honestly hoped that maybe you were thinking about him.

He placed his hand on the door handle and took one last deep breath. “You can do this, Kook,” he mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was swinging open the door at the same time, almost running into someone but thankfully missing them at the last second. He started making his way toward you, and when you saw him, your face lit up and he felt his heart swell at the sight.

He was so helplessly head-over-heels for you and he couldn’t help but grin back. He swiped his hood back from his head as he waved at you, his feet drawing him closer with each step, and his heart pounding a little faster as he did. Rain droplets were streaming down his face from his soaking wet hair, despite him pushing it back as best he could.

“Hey, Koo,” you called to him, making the butterflies start to act up in his stomach. That was his favorite nickname, one you’d given him forever ago, and you were the only one he would allow to call him that.

“Hey, Y/N.” He sat at the opposite end of the booth, feeling so sick with nervousness that he was surprised his words didn’t come out jumbled.

“You made it,” you smiled wider at him and Jungkook’s cheeks were hurting with how hard he grinned back. He thought you were the most beautiful person in the world, and he may have only still been a teenager, but dammit he knew he felt something genuine for you, something that he wanted to share with you and was finally building up the courage to do so.

He just had to go through with it.

“Yeah, I said I’d be here, didn’t I?” You laughed and it sounded like bells to him, but everything you said was always like music to his ears.

“You certainly did. I mean, we always meet here every week. Without fail. Best part of the week if you ask me.” You propped your arm up with your elbow on the table and rested your head in your palm as you stared at him.

Jungkook swallowed hard, resting his hands on the table, internally telling himself to calm the fuck down so his voice wouldn’t come out shaky when he spoke next.

“Yeah, I like it too. I love spending time with you, no matter what we do.” He could hear a small gasp escape from you at his words, and he felt like now would be the best time before he backed out and regretted it forever.

He didn’t even have time to think about why it was strange that you were sitting close to the window, and not in the middle of the seat like he was on the opposite side of the booth.

“Y/N?”

You instinctively leaned in closer, and Jungkook’s heart was beating so fast he was sure you could hear it. “Yeah, Koo?”

He inhaled shakily, but he did his best to hide it.

“I have something I need to tell you-”

But Jungkook never got to.

“That’s interesting, Kook, because we have something that we need to tell you, as well.”

Jungkook looked up in disbelief, smile immediately dropping from his face, watching as Kun slid into the seat beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side.

Wait.

No.

No, no, no, no-

“Go ahead, Y/N. Why don’t you be the one to tell Kook the good news.” Kun was grinning devilishly, and Jungkook watched as your smile was nowhere to be found anymore as you looked mildly uncomfortable being put on the spot.

Kun’s voice sounded way too far off. Jungkook zeroed in on your mouth so he could pick up on what you were about to say, wishing that it was anything besides what he was thinking.

“Jungkook,” you rarely used his full name, so he knew it had to be important. “Kun and I are… well we’re-”

“We’re dating,” Kun cut you off, smirking and pulling you tighter against him. Jungkook didn’t miss the way the corners of your mouth tugged downward as you looked down at the table.

Jungkook couldn’t speak. His mouth felt way too dry, and it looked like the edges of his vision were starting to tremble. He blinked his eyes a few times, hoping that the tears threatening to fall would be mistaken for the raindrops still cascading down his face.

“O-Oh, really? Well, that’s- that’s good. I’m happy for you guys.” Jungkook’s voice sounded foreign to him, and if the way you rubbed your arm as you looked away was anything to go by, you could also tell he sounded off. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Seriously, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you two.” Jungkook put on a smile that he hoped was convincing enough. Kun nodded at Jungkook, still grinning. Jungkook picked up the menu in front of him, and it took all his strength to not let it show that his hands were shaking.

He couldn’t let either of them see that this was crushing him.

“I’m glad we have your support. Aren’t you, Y/N?” Kun shook you a little to get your attention, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. You still looked very uncomfortable, and he usually was the one who helped you out of situations like that.

But that person couldn’t be him anymore. You had someone else to help you now.

And it was the last person he ever anticipated.

“Yeah, thank you, Kook.” You looked down at your menu now, trying to relax your posture. Jungkook watched as you inhaled slowly to let out a deep breath, a technique he picked up on that you did when you were anxious.

Usually, he’d hug you and it would help. But he couldn’t do that now, so he stayed rooted to the seat on his side of the booth. He wiped away the raindrops – and remnants of tears that hadn’t quite fallen – with the back of his hoodie sleeve just as the waiter was walking up to take everyone’s order.

The conversation flowed what appeared to be normally, with Kun doing most of the talking. You and Jungkook would mainly nod or agree or mumble something to add to the conversation, but Kun didn’t seem to mind.

It wasn’t until the 3 of you were leaving and Jungkook was ready to get home and properly breakdown that Kun caught up to him before he left. The rain had let up and the day looked so bright now, a stark contrast to Jungkook’s mood.

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll call you later, ok!” Kun yelled across the parking lot, making Jungkook flinch since he was right behind him. He turned around to face Kun.

“Can I talk to you for a second,” Kun’s face was serious for the first time Jungkook had seen that day. Jungkook nodded and leaned against his car, his hands buried deep in the front pocket of his hoodie. He was twisting them together while he waited for Kun to speak.

“Hey, man, I just wanted to make sure there’s no hard feelings between us,” Kun spoke. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he frowned.

He didn’t like where this was going.

“What do you mean,” Jungkook enunciated each word as he questioned Kun.

“I just don’t want this to make things awkward between us, you know? Especially since I know you like her, too-”

“What are you talking about,” Jungkook knew he sounded defeated, but he still had to try. He didn’t want this to be any worse on him than it already was, and if denying his feelings would help with that, then that’s what he would do.

Kun snickered and nudged Jungkook’s arm with his elbow. “You don’t have to hide it from me; I know you like her. Which is why I wanna make sure we’re good. I don’t want this to affect our friendship, or your friendship with her. Especially because she’s the one who asked me, so I don’t want her upset-”

“Wait, Kun, hang on,” Jungkook couldn’t help but cut him off. “She asked you?”

Kun nodded, a small smile lighting up his face. “She did. It shocked me, too. But I’m really happy. I’ll be happier if I know we’re cool, though.”

Jungkook was glad that the car was supporting him, otherwise he knew he’d be having a hard time not stumbling backward with the surprising news.

You asked Kun to date? You? The person who was introverted and always the last to initiate anything?

He found it very hard to believe, but he knew asking you would probably make the situation even more awkward than it was earlier, so he decided to just take Kun’s word for it.

“Yeah, we’re cool.” Jungkook wanted to end this conversation and just leave already. The more time he spent here, the heavier his chest felt with the weight of his heart which seemed like it had turned to stone.

Kun clapped him twice on the shoulder. “Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a girlfriend to make plans with.”

Kun didn’t stick around long enough to see Jungkook’s reaction, which he wouldn’t have really seen it anyway since all Jungkook did was ball his hands into fists inside his hoodie pocket. He raked his now damp hair back from his face and opened the car door with a little more force than he typically did.

When he was in the car, he slumped into the seat, squeezing his eyes shut as he palmed his face with both hands. He didn’t want to cry because he should be happy for you if you were happy.

But right now, there was no fucking way he could be happy, and he knew it.

He waited like that in the car for several minutes, ignoring his calls that were coming from Tae who he was sure was checking in to see how things went. Jungkook didn’t have the want or energy to deal with that right now.

You, the girl he had loved for years, had found your place in the arms of someone else.

Tae had been wrong after all. Everything had come crumbling down on Jungkook anyway, no matter what mindset he had.

And the hardest part wasn’t over; it was just beginning.

*End of Jungkook Flashback*

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It was almost 6 years later, and that memory still hurt more than Jungkook thought anything rightfully should. Emotional wounds are supposed to heal with time, but time did nothing to help how that memory made him feel. He hoped that maybe after next week he could finally push all that behind him once and for all.

He hoped with everything he had that he would be able to do that. He needed to, for you, for your relationship, and for himself, too.

He sauntered over to his bed and flopped down onto it, having already changed into his trademark black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He placed an arm behind his head as he picked up his phone to see what notification he received.

He saw your text and gulped. It was nothing but a word, your nickname for him (that he still absolutely adored) but it made him feel that lump in his throat that was only getting worse by the day.

Jungkook unlocked his phone to answer your text. He waited for your next response before the two of you got into a conversation.

Jungkook frowned as your last message came through. He knew something was off, so he did the only thing he could think to do.

He called you. The phone rang barely once before he heard your voice.

“Kook?”

Jungkook smiled in his empty room. “Yeah, hey.”

“Hey. What’s up?”

He tongued his cheek. “That’s what I wanted to ask you.”

It was silent for longer than he liked.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

He could tell, he could hear it in your voice. You really did sound tired, but you also sounded sad. And lately, that usually meant one thing.

“He hasn’t come home yet, has he?”

Another bout of silence followed by a humorless chuckle from your end. The sound alone was enough to make Jungkook feel like someone had his heart in their grip and was squeezing it slowly.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Y/N-”

“Koo, it’s alright. I don’t mind being alone. I actually got a lot done! I checked over everything for the wedding again-”

“Y/N,” Jungkook repeated, a little firmer this time. You stopped talking instantly and he felt a little bad because he wasn’t trying to talk over you, but he needed you to listen to him.

“I just- I want you to be ok.”

“I am-”

“Please don’t lie to me.”

Silence again on the other end of the line. Jungkook sighed, looking at the ceiling, trying to imagine what you were doing right now. He wondered if you were still sitting at your desk, going through your wedding itinerary the same way he’d watched you do over the last few months, twirling your pen in your hand while your face was scrunched up in concentration. Or maybe you were laying in bed, same as him, alone in an empty room.

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something else but closed it as you finally spoke again.

“Hey, Koo?”

There it was, the nickname again. Jungkook swallowed and licked his lips since they felt dry, trying to ignore the way he felt every time he heard you say that.

“Yeah?”

“What was that song you always used to sing whenever we’d ride to the old hangout spot?”

Jungkook had to think about it for a second. It’d been years since you two had visited your old hangout spot, since it was now closed off to the public. Jungkook had a favorite mix CD back then that he would always play whenever you two would ride up there, and if that particular song came on, he would sing it every time.

This was before you and Kun had started dating, so it really had been a while. He couldn’t remember the last time he sang what you were referring to, and he was surprised you even remembered.

Then again, it was you he was talking about here, so he wasn’t too surprised.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I- I was wondering if maybe you could sing it for me?”

Jungkook let out a small gasp, feeling slightly flustered at your request. He’d never been asked to sing for anyone before, so to say you caught him off guard was an understatement.

“You- you want me to sing? For you?”

“No don’t worry about it, you don’t have to, it’s ok! It was just a thought, sorry-”

He couldn’t help but smile at how flustered you were now. He could just imagine you hiding under your blanket, before peeking over it to give him the cutest look that he found to be so endearing. You were one to get flustered easily and Jungkook, frankly, thought it was fucking adorable.

He heard some shuffling from your end, and he figured you really were trying to hide under your blanket despite no one being around. He chuckled before shaking his head.

“Y/N?”

More shuffling. “Y-yeah?”

“I’d love to sing for you.” Jungkook turned over on his side, supporting himself with his arm as he switched his phone to his other hand. “I am curious as to why you want me to, though.”

Silence on the other end of the line. It went on long enough that Jungkook started to get worried, until he heard your voice once more, albeit quieter than before.

“Your singing has always managed to make me feel better. Your voice is soothing, so I thought that maybe if you did- nevermind it’s stupid.”

Jungkook gulped, this being the first time he’s heard this news. He never thought you paid attention to him in the past whenever he would sing, let alone did he think it would actually be a good thing.

He sat up fully in bed now, ruffling his hair as he looked at his phone; the picture of you on the call screen caused the tiniest smile to appear on his face.

“Y/N”, he spoke softly as he put the phone back to his ear, “you know I’d do anything for you.” When he heard something that sounded like a sigh from the other end, he continued with a chuckle “Especially something as simple as singing.”

“Hmm I don’t know if I’d call singing easy, you’re just good at everything. Have you ever even heard me sing?”

Jungkook laughed now, happy to hear a bit of a lighter tone in your voice. “I have, and it sounds beautiful.”

More silence. Jungkook licked his lips again and maneuvered so he was sitting with one leg crossed under him, the other swinging back and forth over the edge of the bed.

“Thank you,” he heard you quietly murmur as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready to sing.

“Remember the way you made me feel,

Such young love but

Something in me knew that it was real,

Frozen in my head…”

As he was singing, Jungkook swore he could hear you faintly humming along to the melody. It made his smile widen. He could sing this song in his sleep, so for the rest of the song, he focused on you.

When he finished the song, he waited to see if you would say something. He waited long enough until he could make out what sounded like faint breathing on the other end.

“Hey Y/N,” he chuckled, laughing more when he heard shuffling on the other end, “you’re not falling asleep on me are you?”

A yawn from your end. “How hard would you judge me if I said yes?”

Jungkook shook his head with a grin, making some of his blue tresses fall into his face before he swept them away again. “I wouldn’t at all, you sound like you need the sleep.”

Another yawn. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Sleep sounds amazing right now.”

The sound of your voice made a quickly-becoming-all-too-familiar pain spread throughout Jungkook’s chest.

“Why don’t you go get some sleep, hm? I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

He heard you hum and what sounded like you might be stretching, making his chest tighten even more. He knew you were there, alone, as you were most nights lately. What he wouldn’t give to be able to be there with you, to hold you-

He shook his head more vigorously this time, trying not to let his thoughts stray into dangerous territory. You were his best friend, and furthermore, you were getting married soon. Even further, you were getting married to his other best friend.

He couldn’t be thinking of you in ways he had in the past, and he needed to get a hold on it now while he still had time to come to grips with everything.

“You better,” you responded, bringing him back to the current conversation. “You know I always need my designated Daily Kook Time.”

Jungkook let out a lighthearted laugh. “Always happy to be of service.”

He heard you shifting around on the other end, probably getting comfortable.

“Goodnight, Koo. And thanks again-,” you broke off to stifle a yawn but to no avail, “for everything.”

“Anytime. Night, Y/N.” Jungkook waited on you to hang up before he pulled his phone away, sighing deeply as he ran a hand down his face.

He glanced over at the painting he had neglected, deciding that he was suddenly too tired to finish it and should probably get some sleep soon himself.

His shoulders slumped as he looked at his phone homescreen, an old picture of the 2 of you – ironically enough – at the old hangout spot. He had an arm around you, and you were smiling so brightly it looked like it almost hurt to be smiling so wide.

While he stared at the picture, one thought ran through his mind, a question he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to:

‘Would you still be thanking me if you knew how I feel for you?’

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2 Days Before the Wedding

The wedding was only days away now, and your uneasiness was growing more with every passing moment, gnawing away at you from the inside. The more you prepared, the more you felt like something was either bound to not go according to plan or to just go completely awry.

You had a plan for everything and always stuck to it no matter what, so to say this was driving you up the wall with worry would be a bit of an understatement. Especially since Kun, yet again, had bailed on an important event: scoping out the chapel you booked for the ceremony to make sure everything was in place.

Sharing the same space as him for the last week had proven to be suffocating, despite him not being around much. The weight of what would be happening soon was pressing down on you and not having the support you needed from the person who was supposed to be doing this with you-

It was a lot more difficult to handle than one might think.

You wanted to make sure that the decorations were set up a few days before, just in case life decided to surprise you at the last minute. And with Kun not going, you knew it would be a hassle to do everything by yourself.

But of course, Jungkook offered to help, like he always does. You really didn’t know what you’d done in a past life to deserve this man as your dearest friend, but you’d be thankful for it every day for the rest of your life.

Jungkook drove the two of you to the chapel just before noon. There was someone there to make sure the chapel was open and to guide you to the dedicated venue for the wedding. When you both made it, the person politely excused themselves and said to just come find them if you needed assistance with anything. As they shut the doors behind them, you took in the sight of the entire room, marveling at the beauty of the stained-glass windows and tall ceilings. Jungkook was standing by your side, his eyes flitting about the room before drifting back to you again.

“Well,” he asked as he rolled up his sleeves of his blue sweater, “where should we start?”

You smiled at him, feeling the same warmth you always did in his presence. You didn’t want to even fathom where you’d be now without all his help over these last several months.

“I guess we can work our way through the box of decorations over there?” In one of the corners of the room, there was a box currently overflowing with garland that was spilling out over the side. Jungkook jogged over to the box with no hesitation, already pulling out things by the time you made your way there.

“There isn’t really much in the way of choices, is there?” Jungkook held up one of the strands to the light, since there were translucent shapes attached at the ends. You wrinkled your nose at the sight of it, since it was completely not what you had in mind. Jungkook picked up on it immediately and nodded in agreement as he set it aside.

The next option was a thin stranded garland with different colored hearts scattered throughout along the line. This one didn’t really align with what you had envisioned, either, but all your thoughts completely vanished when you watched Jungkook.

He took the garland and draped it around his shoulders, looping it around so it fell across his chest like a long, flowing necklace. He picked up both ends and was swinging them around as he looked thoughtfully at the opposite wall.

“Hm, maybe it would look nice over there,” you heard him mumble to himself, his lower lip jutting out the tiniest amount as he was deep in thought contemplating where to put the garland.

And it was in that moment that you decided you were absolutely using that decoration no matter what.

He jogged over to the wall, making you shake your head as you smiled at him. When he reached the wall, he unwrapped the garland from around himself and jumped up while holding one of the ends, trying to envision where a good placement would be. Seeing him do this a few times made you giggle, because he looked like he was playing with the decorations instead of seriously trying to figure out where they would look nice.

Your giggling stopped soon after, though.

Jungkook had dropped the garland since his hair was falling into his eyes. With a huff, he pulled a hair tie off of his wrist and made quick work of putting his hair up into some sort of ponytail.

It was a sight you’d never seen and one you didn’t think you ever would see-

So, all you could do was dumbly stare at him like you were seeing him for the first time. Even as he bent over to pick up the garland he’d previously discarded, you continued looking straight at him.

Jungkook must have sensed your eyes on him because he turned around, having completely wrapped himself up in the garland again. You mustered a tiny laugh with an awkward wave, looking anywhere but him now. He smirked.

“You wanna tell me what’s so amusing?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just cute seeing you try so hard,” you answered honestly, because it was very cute, seeing the lengths he would go to for something like this when it wasn’t even his wedding-

Now wasn’t the time to have thoughts like that.

His smirk widened into a full grin as he started walking your way. “That so?”

When he was in front of you, he reached around to untangle the garland once more, before draping it around your shoulders and tugging on it to bring you close – close enough now that if you barely reached out, you’d touch him. He looked down at you a few moments before he let the ends of the garland drop down by your sides, while you just continued to stare up at him, not sure what to say.

Jungkook gulped and looked away. “Uh, is there something else we need to be looking for? Or figuring out?”

You nodded as you twisted the ends of the garland in an attempt to hopefully assuage the blush threatening to color your cheeks.

“Y-yeah, we also need to check the seating setups and the stereo system for music before we leave. After decorations, of course.”

Jungkook nodded determinedly. “Got it. Well, you tell me where things go, and I’ll follow all your orders. Sound good?”

You smiled. “Sounds good.”

Jungkook sauntered back over to the box and you watched as he pulled another strand of the heart garland from it and draped it over his shoulders again. You burst out laughing when he looked at you with his big, doe-like eyes.

“What’d I do this time,” he whined, not able to hide the smile creeping up on his face.

“You like the garland that much, huh?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I guess I got used to it. Old habits die hard.”

“Old habits- you had it on for like 10 minutes!”

“Habit-forming doesn’t take that long, Y/N. Your support during this time would be much appreciated-”

You groaned and walked away to check the seating; Jungkook’s laugh echoed off the walls as you did.

After maybe 2 hours of careful, meticulous planning, you and Jungkook took a break to admire your handiwork. The two of you made a great team, because the chapel looked stunning. The last thing to check would be the music, which meant you and Jungkook were currently huddled around the stereo, trying to make it work.

“I think maybe if we turn this dial…aha! I think that worked.” Jungkook’s smile lit up the entire room and the tiny clap he made at the soft sound of music flowing from the speakers made it even better.

You were so, so fond of this man.

Jungkook turned the volume up for the music and it was a song you recognized. You walked back into the middle of the chapel floor and twirled around a few times, arms outstretched wide and head thrown back as the familiar, dulcet tunes washed over you. You let out a small sound of contentment before you opened your eyes and they landed on Jungkook while you were still spinning.

He was leaning against the table the stereo rested on, both hands in his pockets, just watching you with a soft expression. When his eyes met yours, he bit his lip before it slowly pulled upwards into a smile.

“This is great, Koo. Just what I wanted,” you called to him as you spun around a few more times. You closed your eyes again, so you didn’t register that he was walking up to you-

-until he was right in front of you.

You started to slow down but Jungkook just shook his head as he took one of his hands to twirl you. He kept twirling you a few more times before you came to a stop, his other hand resting on your waist so he could steady you.

This close, you could see just how beautiful his eyes were, and in the lighting of the room that was pouring in through the stained-glass windows, his eyes shone brighter than anything you had ever seen. They were so captivating, full of stars and wonder, and you’d never get tired of looking into them.

You didn’t really have time to contemplate what that might mean, since the song changed to a more upbeat one and Jungkook was lifting you off the ground before you could protest.

He was spinning both of you now in time with the music, keeping you held tight in his grasp so that you didn’t fall, and grinning at you like you were his favorite person in the world.

You didn’t know where any of this was coming from…but you also made no move to stop it. Instead, you reached forward to where you were almost cupping his cheek, opting instead to twirl a piece of his hair with your fingers.

And that was when you realized just a little too late that stopping was exactly what you should have done.

The music came to an abrupt halt, making both you and Jungkook turn to look at the stereo. Your heart dropped at the sight.

There stood Kun, hand still resting above the power dial, face twisted into something borderline horrifying. He’d shown up after all- just in time to catch you in a very compromising position with his best man. Wordlessly, before Jungkook had even set you down properly, he turned on his heels and started walking off.

“Wait!” You jumped out of Jungkook’s grasp, nearly tripping as you ran after Kun. You barely managed to catch up to him before he exited the chapel. He begrudgingly turned around when he felt your hand on his shoulder.

You noticed a mixture of different emotions on his face, mostly what you perceived as anger, and something else you were unsure of.

“Kun, why are you leaving?” No response, so you tried again. “Talk to me. Don’t you want to see the decorations-”

He shrugged his shoulder from your hold, turning around in the process. He gave you a sickening sneer, almost as if he was disgusted with looking at you. “I’ve seen all that I need to see.”

He walked down the steps of the chapel and you tried once again to go after him.

“Kun, stop, please! Just talk to me, I need you to talk to me-”

“Enough, Y/N,” Kun yelled as he whirled around to face you, still several feet away from you since you hadn’t descended down all the steps yet.

You froze. Kun took a deep breath as he squeezed his eyes shut and looked away, staring at the ground. “Just let me go.”

The words caused dread to seep into your heart, and you didn’t make another attempt to stop him. Instead, you watched as he drove away, much faster than he probably should have.

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The Day Before the Wedding

You were standing in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, once again observing how you looked in your wedding dress. You twirled around, watching as the dress flowed with the movement before settling back into place once you’d stopped. It was beautiful, and it was everything you could have ever wanted in a dress. You’d hoped this would psyche you up about tomorrow, but if anything, it just made you more nervous.

In less than 24 hours you were going to be married. You didn’t anticipate that much would change necessarily, but the idea made your stomach twist in an unpleasant way.

It’s just pre-wedding jitters, right? Nothing to worry about.

In fact, you figured that’s also what had been going on with Kun lately...except for the fact that it shouldn’t have been going on for nearly a year now. As you gazed back into the mirror, you realized you were frowning as you thought about him – that couldn’t be a good sign.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, asking yourself once again if you were actually ready to go through with this. Regardless of the answer, though, you figured it was too late to back out now. Everything was planned down to even the most minute detail. Backing out now would cause a lot of chaos, not just for you, but everyone else involved.

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you wrapped your arms around your waist, feeling the material of your dress brush against you.

Things would work themselves out. They always did. You just had to keep telling yourself that.

You wanted to think about happy memories between you and Kun, not focus on all the confusing behavior he’d been exhibiting for a while. But it was hard when he wouldn’t give you a chance. You gave up on trying to talk it through with him and got used to him coming home late and never explaining his whereabouts, which is something you shouldn’t be used to.

And after a while, you just dealt with it. Alone, in silence, hoping that one day it’d get better. Now, with your wedding day literally on the horizon, you hoped with all you had that the day for change would be close.

A door slamming closed startled you.

“Kun?” You called out, waiting for an answer. You grabbed the nearest blanket on the bed to drape around yourself since you were still wearing your dress. He hadn’t seen it yet, and you wanted to keep it that way until the wedding. Tradition, and all that.

You didn’t have time to call out again before he unceremoniously opened the bedroom door and walked in, all but ignoring you as he placed his phone on the nightstand and sauntered over to the bathroom.

“Kun,” you tried again. You saw his shoulders move up and down as he sighed before he turned to look at you.

“What,” he retorted, voice filled with what sounded like malice. You frowned, recognizing the look on his face as one of impatience.

“Nothing, I’m just happy to see you home,” you answered honestly. When he first walked in, there was a tiny spark of hope that bloomed within you, thinking that maybe this was the beginning of the change you so desperately craved. But as soon as he turned to face you, that spark died out quicker than it ignited.

Kun scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” He looked you up and down. “What’s with the blanket? I’ve seen every inch of you, there’s no need to hide from me.”

Your frown deepened. You couldn’t remember when he had started speaking to you like that, but you know you didn’t like it. You didn’t like it at all.

“I was trying on my dress,” you answered, wrapping the blanket more tightly around you, “I didn’t want you to see it so I-”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, you know I couldn’t give any less of a fuck about tradition.” His tone and words cut you, and you felt your lower lip start to tremble despite your best efforts for it not to.

“If I see the dumb dress, I see it, no big deal,” Kun shrugged. “I’m seeing it tomorrow anyway and then probably never again after that. I don’t see why it matters.”

You were fisting the blanket so tightly now in your hands that your knuckles were hurting. Kun either didn’t notice your distress or he simply didn’t care.

You really hoped it was the former, but you weren’t sure anymore.

Kun started walking to the bathroom again, and you strode over there because you needed to understand what was going on.

When he started the shower you simply asked, “What are you doing?”

Kun looked back at you as if you had grown another head. “What’s it look like? I’m going to take a shower.”

“Yes, but…why? You usually don’t take showers this early.” You gulped, not liking where this was heading. Something was off, and it unsettled you deeply.

Kun rolled his eyes, walking over to where you stood by the door and gently moving you back a step so that you were out of the way. “I’m getting ready to go out,” was all he responded with before he closed the door.

You blinked a few times, waiting on him to come out and say that he was just joking and that he decided to turn in early for the night so he could spend time with you before the big day.

You waited. But nothing happened.

A loud ‘ding’ startled you, making you jump. You realized it came from Kun’s phone, and you were going to leave well enough alone, until 2 more quick ‘dings’ came through. Your curiosity got the better of you, so you walked over to his phone and slowly picked it up.

You saw a series of messages on the screen from an unsaved number, and as you unlocked the phone, you swallowed thickly when you saw more messages from the same person.

The nature of the messages had your heart dropping down into the pit of your stomach, and you had to brace yourself against the nightstand so you wouldn’t tumble over. You continued scrolling against your better judgment, even opening the latest picture attachment.

You felt ill. It seemed like the world was spinning out of control and you had no idea how to stop it.

The blanket pooled around your feet as you sat down on the bed, gripping the sheets to try and ground yourself. You placed the phone back on the nightstand and squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, the messages would be gone.

You opened your eyes, and the messages were still there. You tried to swallow but it was hard, your breathing was staggered.

Everything amplified tenfold when you heard the shower water no longer running.

Kun stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel as he walked over to the dresser to grab some clothes. He shook his head, little droplets of water scattered everywhere before he pushed his wet hair back from his face.

He peered over his shoulder at you for a second before he resumed his clothes search. “I see you finally decided to ditch the blanket.”

You didn’t speak, you weren’t even sure if you could speak. Apparently, your silence annoyed him.

Kun slipped into a pair of jeans before he faced you again, now leaning against the dresser. “Jesus, Y/N, are you really that upset about me going out?” He puffed some air out when you still didn’t respond.

“Honestly, is it a crime for a man to enjoy some freedom the day before his wedding-”

“Shut. Up.” You finally found your voice, saying each word through gritted teeth as if they were separate sentences.

Kun’s usually handsome face contorted at your words. “What did you just say to me?”

You stood up then, ignoring the shaking of your legs, willing yourself to stand tall and face him. The amount of sorrow and betrayal you felt was only outweighed by one other emotion: anger.

You blinked back tears as you snatched up his phone and walked over to him quickly, nearly shoving it in his face. He fumbled with it when you let it drop, and as he saw the screen, his brows furrowed a small amount.

“I can’t believe you,” the sound of your voice was almost unrecognizable as you nearly snarled at him. “This is what you’ve been doing all this time, all the nights you either didn’t come home or stayed out way too late. You were out- you were fucking around!”

Kun didn’t move at your accusation, not so much as a small flinch. Instead, he squared his shoulders so that he was standing taller now as he crossed his arms.

“So what if I was?”

It felt like all of the air was being sucked out of the room. You stared at him like he was a stranger to you, and in all honesty, he basically was at this point.

“So what? So what? Kun, how could you? Why would you?!” You were raising your voice, something you only did if you were extremely emotionally overwhelmed, typically due to anger, which is something that didn’t happen often at all.

To your shock and surprise, Kun laughed.

“Ah, I think you’re making this out to be a much bigger deal than it is-”

“What the fuck do you mean by that? Enlighten me.” You cut Kun off, not missing the way his face shifted from relaxed to annoyed.

“What I mean is: I don’t see the issue here. Not when you,” he pointed one finger at you and lightly jabbed it into your chest, “have been fucking around behind my back for God knows how long.”

You gaped at him, mouth sputtering like a fish out of water. “What?” was all you could muster.

Kun shook his head and chuckled once more. “Did you really think I’d never find out?”

“Find out what, talk to me, I don’t understand-”

“Jungkook, Y/N, you’ve been sleeping with him!” Kun yelled and it made you stumble backwards a step with the force of it. You could only count on one hand the amount of times he’d ever yelled in your relationship, and each time he had, it was just as frightening as the last.

“I’m not fucking stupid, I’ve seen the way you two interact with each other. It’d take a moron to not notice something going on.”

You shook your head, trying to register his words. “How we interact- Kun, you do realize that all the time I’ve been spending with him lately is because you’re never around anymore, right?” You bit back, determined not to take this lying down.

“Do you realize the reason I’m never around anymore is because all your attention is focused on someone else?”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, the anger rushing through your veins slowing down as you felt dread settle in.

“Maybe if you decided I was worth your time, I wouldn’t be giving my attention to someone else-”

“Oh, cut the shit, Y/N,” Kun groaned. “You won’t turn this around on me, I refuse.”

Before you could respond, Kun continued “You found someone else to focus on, and so did I. Makes us fair, in my eyes at least.”

You didn’t speak for a little while, looking at the man in front of you, the one who you were sure you loved once upon a time, the one who you convinced yourself that you were ready to spend a lifetime with.

The one who, no matter how hard he tried, would never measure up to Jungkook.

You gulped as you finally found your voice again, but it came out more restrained than you’d have liked. “Kun, Jungkook is my best friend, I-”

Kun scoffed. “Yes, he’s your best friend, I know. Trust me, I fucking know. But he’s your best friend you also happen to be in love with, so forgive me if I’m not too pleased about that.”

All you could do is stare at him, and for a moment you saw an emotion other than anger swirling around in his eyes: defeat.

You took a moment to really look at the man in front of you, noticing how drained he looked. When had he become so exhausted and withdrawn? You weren’t sure, and you didn’t exactly have high hopes he’d clue you in on it.

Kun looked down and sighed heavily, still supporting himself against the dresser. He slowly brought his head back up to look you in the eyes again, and you were sure they probably mirrored your own with pain and sadness.

“Kun…” you started cautiously, “why do you think I would do that to you?”

He sneered. “Isn’t it obvious? I just said you’re in love with him, something you didn’t deny, by the way.”

You looked down then, because he was right, you didn’t deny it. Mostly because the accusation caught you off guard so suddenly, but…

You peered up at him again. “I would never sleep with someone else as long as I’m with you,” you took a step forward, trying to take his hand in yours, “you know that.”

Kun pulled his hand away as he turned his face to the side.

“The only thing I know is I can’t do this anymore.”

His words hit you hard, as if you were actually struck by something that would knock you off your feet. You blindly reached out for him again, only for him to swat your hand away.

“Kun, no, please, no no no, don’t do this,” you begged, trying to get him to look at you, to acknowledge you, to do something other than stand there. Panic seized your heart. “It’s the day before our wedding, you can’t-”

“I can and I’m going to. Especially after seeing you two in the chapel yesterday. It pretty much confirmed all my suspicions.” He finally looked into your eyes again, and he was like a different person now, lost to whatever had taken him away in the first place.

“So, you’re really just going to leave?” Tears had started falling now and you made no effort to stop them. A hollow feeling was spreading through your body, threatening to envelope you from the inside out. “You’re not the man I fell in love with-”

“You’re right,” he shouldered past you now to find a shirt. “I’m not the man you fell in love with.”

“Kun-”

“Because you never fell in love with me.”

Another shot of pain hit you, squarely in your chest. You felt like throwing up.

“Kun, please…”

You watched wordlessly as he shrugged into a shirt and started putting on his other accessories: belt, watch, the normal attire. Acting like whatever was currently happening was just another part of his day. The last thing you saw was him pick up his engagement ring you’d given him from the dresser-

-only to place it in his pocket.

“But it’s alright, Y/N, you know why?” He was fastening his watch as he looked over at you with an unamused expression. You didn’t move.

“I was never in love with you in the first place.”

If you hadn’t been crying already, you definitely would’ve started now.

“Were you just going to let us get married and string me along for who knows how long?” Your voice came out strained.

Kun shrugged. “Maybe. Who knows? I knew I’d be ending it sometime, anyway. This just sped up the process.”

You sighed shakily, trying to regulate your breathing. “So you’re going to throw away everything we’ve built together? Just like that?”

Kun sent a text on his phone before he pocketed it, alongside his wallet. “Just like that.”

You were stunned into silence, hoping that this was just a bad dream you could wake up from if you tried hard enough.

“I’m going out, don’t expect me to be back anytime soon. In fact,” Kun strutted over to the door, “you should probably start figuring out where you’ll go. I’ll give you a few days to get your things together before I come back.

Even if you wanted to stop him, you knew there was no way you could, especially not in the state you were in. You couldn’t keep him from leaving if he wanted to. For a moment he waited, almost as if he thought you might try to stop him, but he took one last look at you before walking through the door and closing it with a loud bang.

You sank to the floor, burying your head in your hands, so many unanswered questions floating through your mind that it almost made you dizzy. You’d been desperately hoping for change-

-but this was what you least expected.

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It was already evening by the time Jungkook pulled up to the bar and parked in his designated spot near the back entrance. He turned his car off before he let out a long sigh, leaning his forehead on the steering wheel. His fingers were still gripping tightly around the wheel, and he closed his eyes to try and get his thoughts under control.

It didn’t work.

He flexed his fingers around the wheel, taking a deep breath as he did. Every thought of you brought on a new wave of pain and he could feel it spread throughout his entire body, threatening to completely envelop his heart.

Jungkook leaned his head back against his headrest, eyes still closed, mind still racing. He mumbled a soft ‘fuck’ out loud in the empty car as the vision of you spinning around happily in the chapel the day before swirled behind his eyelids.

With one last sigh, he shook his head, letting the blue tresses fall haphazardly in front of his eyes. He opened the door and exited the car, pushing his hair back from his face as he looked up at the sunset that was nearly dark by now. He could see what appeared to be storm clouds brewing overhead.

He was late for his shift – only by 10 minutes, but still – and he knew Yoongi wouldn’t mind, but Jungkook hated being late. He also knew Yoongi would question why he was late as soon as he walked in, since it was an uncommon enough occurrence.

Jungkook locked his car and made his way to the backdoor of the establishment, ready to start working and hopefully get his mind focused on something other than you and what would be happening tomorrow.

He also briefly wondered if maybe Yoongi would fuss at him for drinking on the job tonight.

The doorknob turned easily under his hand, the loud sound of the door opening sure to alert whoever might be in the back right now. And, as it always was with Jungkook’s luck, it just so happened to be Yoongi. Jungkook saw him out of the corner of his eye as he hung his keys up on the hook outside of Yoongi’s office door where all employees placed their keys at the start of their shift.

It was something Yoongi had started years prior because he’d had one too many employees cutting out of work after a few drinks and potentially endangering others since their keys were readily available. Jungkook didn’t mind it; he actually thought it was smart, and no one else minded either.

He turned around and was met with Yoongi’s frowning face, his arms crossed. Jungkook sighed and attempted a smile.

“Hey, Yoongs, sorry I’m late.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Uh huh.” His eyes took in Jungkook’s obviously distracted state. “Mind telling me why you’re late?”

“Am I gonna get reprimanded?” Jungkook scanned the area and didn’t see anyone else in the back, so he figured everyone must be already working in their respective places.

“Depends. Is it a stupid reason?”

Jungkook sighed again. “Y/N is getting married tomorrow.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shot up but his face still looked calm. “I see. Then it’s not a stupid reason.”

“Depends on who you ask I guess,” Jungkook answered as he started absentmindedly playing with the chain wrapped around his wrist. It was a bracelet you’d given him back when you both were in high school, and he kept up with it all these years.

“Well, if you ask me it’s not stupid.” Yoongi walked past Jungkook toward his office and jerked his head in the direction of the door, motioning for Jungkook to follow him. He did, and when they were both in the room, Jungkook closed the door.

Yoongi sat in the chair behind his desk, resting his elbows on the desk as he folded his hands together. Jungkook sat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk, looking at the different pictures that covered the wall behind his boss and good friend.

“Jungkook, it’s not too late.”

The statement took him by surprise; his big, doe eyes stared at Yoongi.

“Yoongs, I don’t know if you heard me, but she’s getting married tomorrow-”

“I heard you. And I’m still telling you it’s not too late.” Yoongi’s voice was stern and Jungkook knew it was no use arguing with him. “It’s never too late to tell someone how you feel.”

“Normally, I’d agree with you, but she’s getting married to my best friend and I’m the best man in the wedding. I don’t really think that’s an appropriate situation for me to confess to someone.”

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. “Kook-”

“You should’ve seen her,” Jungkook cut Yoongi off unintentionally, speaking so soft that Yoongi almost didn’t hear him. He let out a humorless laugh. “Fuck, she looked so happy yesterday. And here I am, selfishly upset because I’m not the one causing it.”

Yoongi frowned, his features softening as he looked at Jungkook. “Kid, listen. I know you think- look, I know you’ve convinced yourself that there’s never going to be anything between the two of you.”

“Because there won’t be,” Jungkook spat back, not meaning to, but unable to help it as the thought planted itself into his mind once again. He’d wasted so much time making sure you were happy with your life plans, that he lost out on his own happiness in the end.

And now he’d have to live with that, but he would do it for you. He’d do anything for you.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “I’ve never seen you so distressed before. This is really hitting you hard.”

Another dry laugh from Jungkook. “You think?”

He couldn’t stop the harshness of his tone and he was starting to become mindful of that, so he attempted to calm himself down before he spoke again. Yoongi took that time to continue.

“Kook, you know I just want what’s best for you. I always do. And I think if this is really affecting you as much as it is, then you seriously need to consider how you’re going to proceed.”

Jungkook looked back at Yoongi now, fiddling his thumbs as his hands rested in his lap. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is: are you going to sit back and watch as the woman you love spends her life with someone else? Or are you going to finally do something about it like you should have years ago?”

“Yoongs, I’ve already told you-”

“I know what you’ve told me. Time and time again, it’s the same excuses. Well, your time’s almost up and if you don’t get your ass into gear soon, it may actually be too late.”

Jungkook was at a loss for words. He knew deep down Yoongi was right, and that he should’ve confessed to you a long time ago. But he never did because he knew the position that would put you in, and he never wanted that for you.

Even during all the nights where he would hold you as you cried into his shoulder and told him about whatever bad thing had happened between you and your fiancé. He would swallow down his pain to make sure you were ok, and he’d have to hold back every time.

When Jungkook still hadn’t spoken, Yoongi sighed again, leaning forward in his chair.

“Jungkook, look at me.”

Jungkook brought his eyes up slowly, his expression making Yoongi feel his own twist of pain in his chest.

“I’m gonna tell you something, and what you do with this knowledge is up to you. But you need to know.”

Jungkook’s curiosity was piqued, and he leaned forward himself now as well. Yoongi continued.

“I may not know Y/N as well as you do, but I have known her for years. We’ve talked a few times, one-on-one when she was having problems.”

Jungkook’s eyebrow raised. “What do you mean?”

“Occasionally she’d stop by the bar – looking for you, actually – and when you weren’t here, we’d end up talking. It wasn’t that way at first, but eventually she started confiding in me.”

Jungkook swallowed thickly as he listened, realizing then that there may have been more problems than what he knew about, if you were coming here so often that you had even opened up to Yoongi. And the thought made his stomach churn with nervousness.

“I need you to listen well to what I’m about to tell you,” Yoongi said in the same stern tone from earlier. Jungkook nodded, not taking his eyes off of Yoongi.

“Jungkook, she’s fucking terrified.”

In an instant, it felt like all of the air was suddenly pushed out of Jungkook’s lungs.

“What do you mean,” he repeated his phrase from earlier.

Yoongi’s face looked grim. “I mean she’s scared. She’s so scared of getting married and so scared of being with him for the rest of her life.”

“I-I don’t understand,” Jungkook stuttered, looking at the floor. He knew that your relationship wasn’t perfect, but for you to be scared…?

And you never told him?

“I didn’t want to bring this up outright, since I thought you two would figure it out along the way, but it looks like I have to. It’s obvious she has feelings for you that she probably shouldn’t if she’s promising herself to someone else-”

“Stop,” Jungkook interrupted, shaking his head as his tone suddenly bordered on venomous. He had to stop Yoongi, he couldn’t listen to him tell him something that would give him hope when he was so close to running out of time.

“Jungkook, you need to know-”

“I said stop!” Jungkook eyes snapped up as he responded, probably louder than he should have, if the way Yoongi flinched was anything to go by. “Please, just stop. I can’t listen to this, Yoongi, I just can’t.”

After his outburst, Jungkook buried his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. He rubbed the palms of his hands against his eyes, trying to rid himself of all the visions of you that were dancing around in his head now since Yoongi planted that small seed of hope into his mind.

“I know you don’t want to listen,” Yoongi’s voiced his concern sternly. He sounded far away, despite Jungkook only sitting a few feet from him. “But I’ll be damned if I let you sit here and fuck up your life because you’re too scared to take a risk.”

Jungkook slowly brought his head up to look at Yoongi. Never had he seen Yoongi so adamant about something before, and that alone compelled him to finally listen.

Yoongi took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair when he saw he had Jungkook’s attention. “It started a few weeks ago. I knew something was up because she kept coming to find you more and more often. Eventually, I’d get her talking since she was usually distressed, and I didn’t want her to leave until she’d calmed down some. She’d started admitting to me what happened. It was stuff usually involving him,” Yoongi’s tone turned more sinister as he sneered.

Goosebumps formed along Jungkook’s arms at the sudden shift in attitude. Yoongi obviously didn’t like Kun, and as much as he was curious as to why, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“I won’t go into too much detail, since it’s not really my place, but I’ve heard enough from her to know that she’s not ready for this. And, in my own opinion, I don’t think she even wants this.”

It took Jungkook a few seconds to fully grasp Yoongi’s words and wrap his head around them before he finally responded.

“So, what does this have to do with me,” he croaked out. His throat felt too dry.

“More than you think,” Yoongi replied almost instantly. “Why do you think she always came here looking for you? Sure, she was able to talk to me and calm down, but I wasn’t the one she was looking for all those times.”

As Jungkook thought about it, he started piecing everything together. There were quite a few occasions over the last year or so where you’d shown up to the bar just to see him, even if it wasn’t for very long. He thought you may have just been stopping by to be nice since he had some long shifts sometimes, but it was starting to dawn on him now.

He usually was caught up in his work, but he hadn’t missed it when a few times you walked though the door, looking terribly upset, only for you to smile once you saw him. And since he was distracted, he never thought much of it.

Until now.

“She came here because you make her feel safe. You provide comfort for her when no one else can.” Yoongi continued, pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts. He almost started tearing up upon hearing his words.

“Did she tell you this?” Jungkook’s voice didn’t even sound like his own anymore. His mind was racing and all he could focus on was the one thing that tied all his erratic thoughts together: you.

Yoongi chuckled. “She didn’t directly, but I have a hunch. And I’m no expert, but the fact that she ran away from him to come find you here – on multiple occasions – has to mean something.”

Jungkook’s heart was suddenly feeling too big for his chest. That small seed of hope was growing into something much bigger at a rate faster than he was comfortable with.

“Go to her, Jungkook.” Yoongi’s words surprised him, and before he could object, Yoongi held a hand up. “I obviously can’t make you go, since it’s your shift time, but if you need to you can take some time off.”

“I-,” Jungkook pondered over the thought for a minute, wondering what he would even say when he got to you. “I think I’ll work for a little bit, try and gather my thoughts first before I- before I decide anything.”

He pushed himself up out the chair and Yoongi did the same, nodding to him. “That’s fine, whatever you want, Kook. Are you thinking about working the bar or in the back tonight?”

“I’ll work the bar. Jimin can probably use a hand, anyway.”

“Sounds good.” Yoongi had walked over to his door that Jungkook was about to exit, and clapped a hand gently on his shoulder, making Jungkook turn around to look at him once more.

“Whatever you do, you know I got your back.” Yoongi patted his shoulder again before stepping back to close the door, leaving Jungkook out in the hallway with his mind still running a mile a minute.

After leaving Yoongi’s office, Jungkook had only been working maybe 10 minutes before he saw a familiar face saunter over to the opposite end of the bar. He pursed his lips as he saw them slide onto one of the stools, a woman by their side. But it wasn’t the woman that was supposed to be there.

It wasn’t you. Kun was here with someone else that wasn’t you.

And all Jungkook could think was simply ‘What the fuck?’

A loud clap of thunder boomed outside, signaling that the storm had finally started. Jimin walked over to take the newcomers’ orders as Jungkook stared, his hands slightly shaking as he was cleaning some of the glasses. The woman ordered first, pointing to something on the drink menu. Jungkook watched as Kun cradled one hand around the other woman’s waist, dipping his head so he could say something into her ear.

He felt his blood boiling and he had to set the glass down before he broke it from gripping it too hard.

He turned away, hoping that when he turned back around, they would be gone, nothing but an apparition plaguing Jungkook’s imagination.

That worked for all of a few seconds before he heard laughter followed by loud talking.

“I’ll take whatever you recommend for a special night,” Jungkook heard Kun say. He looked over his shoulder to see the woman being pulled into Kun’s side, giggling as she tried not to fall off of her stool.

Jimin flashed a small smile. “What’s the occasion?”

Kun laughed again. “Well, my marriage is over before it even began, so clearly I’ve got some celebrating to do.”

Jungkook gripped the bar in front of him and closed his eyes.

He did not just hear that, there’s no way-

Jimin’s smile faltered. “I…I don’t understand-”

“Ah,” Kun started, “See, I was supposed to be getting married tomorrow. But that’s no longer happening, and I couldn’t be happier. Man, you should’ve seen her when I left though. Talk about a trainwreck-”

Jungkook whirled around and started walking to the end of the bar before he could fully process his actions. His hands were down by his side, balling into fists.

“Hey, if it isn’t Kook!” Kun called over to Jungkook as he approached, a sickening sneer on his face.

Jimin could obviously sense the tension, since he was looking back and forth between the two men with a concerned look on his face. The woman, however, was oblivious to everything, sipping from her drink Jimin had just placed in front of her while she rubbed against Kun’s arm.

Jungkook’s jaw was set as he stopped in front of the bar, crossing his arms. He wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off Kun’s face.

“Why are you here,” Jungkook’s tone was cold. He was absentmindedly drumming his fingertips against his bicep as he kept his arms crossed. Jimin had moved on to take care of another patron since it was a busy night, but he was still watching the ordeal out of the corner of his eye.

“What, can’t a man enjoy a drink with a pretty woman on his arm?” Kun took a sip from his companion’s glass since he still didn’t have a drink yet, and she pouted but didn’t say anything.

Jungkook shook his head before running a hand through his hair. “What the fuck, dude, why are you here? Your wedding is tomorrow-”

Kun held a hand up to stop Jungkook mid-sentence; Jungkook noticed that his engagement ring was nowhere to be seen. “Correction: it was tomorrow. Wedding’s off.”

Jungkook gulped, and as much as he hated himself in the moment for it, that spark of hope started rising once more in the back of his mind. But he didn’t need to focus on that.

He needed to first figure out what the fuck was going on and if you were alright. Which, he assumed, you probably weren’t and that didn’t sit well with him at all.

“Talk to me, something must have happened-”

Kun groaned as he interrupted Jungkook again. “Give me a break, Jeon. You know good and damn well why I broke it off.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, clearly confused and more worried now.

When he didn’t answer, Kun huffed and turned the stool so he was directly in front of Jungkook now. He leaned over the bar to get close to his face. Jungkook didn’t move.

Kun got closer still, until he was inches away from Jungkook’s face. He stared Jungkook in the eyes before he spoke with a low tone.

“Maybe if you spent less time fucking my girl and more time focusing on your own life, I wouldn’t be in this mess, hm?”

Jungkook stumbled back a step, which resulted in Kun laughing loudly and wobbling on his stool. Jimin walked over to Jungkook and put a hand on his shoulder to steady him since he looked like he was having trouble standing still.

Jungkook was having trouble standing, breathing, doing anything in that moment.

“What,” came Jungkook’s strangled response. During their exchange, Jimin had placed a drink in front of Kun’s spot, and he was now drinking out of it with glee as he eyed Jungkook in his obvious despair.

Kun rolled his eyes and placed his drink back down a little too harshly, causing his companion by his side to flinch somewhat.

“You heard me, and don’t even try to deny it. She did the same thing and honestly, I’m not up for hearing it again.”

At the mention of you, Jungkook’s brain kicked back into gear again. He moved forward once more to where he was directly in front of Kun.

“What did you do to her,” he spoke, low enough to not disturb any other patrons, but with enough of a timbre in his voice to let Kun know he was serious. The woman beside Kun slid her stool back a little more away from the counter, but Kun didn’t even budge.

He sneered again and the sight made Jungkook feel sick. This wasn’t the man he’d been calling his best friend for several years. No, this was someone else entirely; someone Jungkook didn’t want to know.

“You’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure. I know the first chance you get you’ll be on your way to her. You’ll tell her everything will be ok,” Kun said in a mocking tone, making Jungkook’s jaw clench, “and then probably fuck her-”

“Kun, stop.” Jungkook’s command made a few patrons turn to look at him, so he cleared his throat and quieted his voice as much as he could.

“I don’t know where you got this idea, but-”

Kun leaned forward over the bar, interrupting Jungkook. Jimin saw the interaction and was quickly making his way over.

Kun balled his fist into Jungkook’s shirt to pull him closer, and Jungkook barely had enough time to steady himself against the bar.

“How’s it feel to know you ruined a marriage, Kook?” Kun asked this with pure disgust lacing his tone and Jungkook’s hand instinctively curled around the edge of the bar he was clinging onto to stop him from doing something he may regret. Or rather, stop him from doing something to cause a scene.

Jungkook faintly heard Jimin in the distance.

“Joon, Jin, we need you over here!”

“Already ahead of you,” Jungkook heard a voice approaching fast and he turned to see Namjoon followed closely behind by Seokjin.

Namjoon clapped a hand on Kun’s shoulder and turned him around in his stool. Kun let go of Jungkook’s shirt and Jimin pulled him back some so he could take a step away from the counter.

“Sir, if you can’t control your conduct, we’re going to have to ask you to leave,” Namjoon firmly stated when Kun’s attention was finally on him. Jin stood beside Namjoon with his arms crossed, looking very intimidating. A few of the nearby patrons started dispersing to other areas in the bar.

Kun snorted. “Buddy, you can ask all you want, but I’m not leaving. I’m staying as long as I want.” He tried to swivel back around to face the bar again, but Jin stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Hm, well you see, that’s where you’re wrong. It’s not a request. You will leave if you cause any more trouble.”

Kun laughed, an ugly, loud sound that didn’t cause either Namjoon or Jin to budge. “What are you guys gonna do, kick me out?”

Namjoon smirked. “That is the nature of our jobs, yes.”

“Gold star for you for figuring that one out,” Jin added on. The woman beside Kun giggled and he gave her a sour look that shut her up as she took another sip from her drink.

Kun crossed his arms. “I’d like to see you try.”

At his words, Jin and Namjoon looked at each other and shrugged. The woman got up from her stool and Jungkook didn’t see where she went since he was too busy watching his friends work.

Namjoon grabbed one of Kun’s arms while Jin grabbed the other, both of them swiftly pulling him up from the stool so that he was standing upright. He was struggling in their arms to no avail, because as soon as they pinned both arms behind him and Jin held them both in place, Kun couldn’t put up much of a fight then.

“You lose customers this way, I hope you know that!” Kun called out loudly over his shoulder in the crowded bar, only getting the attention of a few people that moved out of the way of his escort.

“If they’re like you, we don’t want them,” Jungkook heard Jin retort, followed by Jimin’s laugh at their friend’s remark.

As Jungkook was watching everything unfold, he hadn’t thought about the fact that he still didn’t have the answers he was looking for from Kun.

“Jimin, I’ll be right back,” Jungkook called to Jimin without really stopping to see if he acknowledged him or not before he left his station and followed in the direction where he last saw Namjoon heading. He was hoping they chose the back entrance as the escort point tonight, because that would give him a better chance to talk to Kun undisturbed.

And whatever that may bring, Jungkook didn’t know, but frankly he didn’t care. His main focus was you and finding out what happened.

When Jungkook reached the back door, he saw Jin getting ready to release Kun. It was storming pretty hard outside now, and they were still standing under the metal overhang of the back door.

“Hey, uh, guys?” Jungkook called out, making all 3 heads turn to look at him.

“What’s up, Kook,” Namjoon answered, keeping a close eye on Kun since he was still restrained by Jin.

“Yeah, we’re just taking out some trash, what brings you out here?” Jin’s quip obviously irritated Kun further since he started struggling to get free again, and as much as Jungkook wanted to crack a smile at Jin’s joke, he knew now really wasn’t the time.

“Do you guys mind if I talk to him for a minute?”

All 3 heads tilted as they looked at Jungkook.

“Wasn’t he the one who just had you by the shirt?” Namjoon’s tone clearly demonstrated that he was puzzled, but Jungkook smiled in hopes to reassure him.

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine. We’re out here so I can handle myself if anything happens. Didn’t want to act up in the bar.”

Kun scoffed and Jin squeezed his arm a little tighter, making him wince. Namjoon nodded to Jin to let Kun go, so he did. Kun immediately backed away several steps, brushing off his clothes as he did so.

Namjoon started walking back into the bar with Jin following behind him. When they passed by Jungkook, Jin placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Yell if you need anything, got it?” Jin had always been like an older brother to Jungkook, always looking after him no matter the circumstance, and he was grateful for it. Jungkook nodded and Jin walked inside, shutting the door behind him.

Jungkook and Kun were the only 2 outside now, and there was a tense silence that had settled between them. The sound of rain clinking against the metal overhang and falling against the pavement was all that could be heard for a time.

“Kun,” Jungkook finally called out after a few minutes, “I need answers.”

Kun took a deep breath and sighed, looking in that moment like he’d aged several years in the span of minutes. He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, Jungkook still poised in front of the door.

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” Kun’s tone was sinister, and Jungkook had never heard him sound like that before.

Jungkook frowned. “Kun, please, just explain to me-”

“For fuck’s sake, don’t you get it,” Kun all but yelled at him. Jungkook flinched and took a step back.

Another deep breath from Kun as he tried to compose himself. He was looking down when he acknowledged Jungkook next, kicking one of the loose pebbles on the pavement.

“You’ve always had everything going for you, especially when we were in school. You had the grades, the charm, everything that you needed for people to love and admire you. I had that too, but I always felt like I was a step behind you, no matter what.”

Jungkook’s frown deepened. Over the years in high school and even throughout college, he and Kun had always competed in one way or another, whether it be academically or otherwise. But he always thought it was harmless in nature and never that serious.

Apparently, he was wrong.

“It was something I thought I could handle. Until I met her,” Kun continued. Jungkook knew he had to be talking about you and he felt his chest tighten.

“Of course, you knew her before I did, so it was only fair you guys were closer. And for some reason, it infuriated me. So, I thought,” Kun trailed off, pushing himself up off the wall and squaring his shoulders as he stared Jungkook down. “I thought that maybe if I somehow managed to get the one thing you wanted more than anything in the world, I’d finally win at something.”

Jungkook felt like the world was tilting. He couldn’t properly register that Kun was slowly advancing toward him as he leaned his back against the door.

“I saw an opportunity and I took it, something you should’ve done years ago but for whatever reason, you were too scared to.” Kun laughed, the sound almost making Jungkook feel sick. “God, even an idiot could tell how much you two liked each other.”

“Stop,” Jungkook mumbled.

Kun shook his head, taking another step toward Jungkook. “I won’t stop because you need to hear this. You need to hear all about how I finally beat you at something.”

It was Jungkook’s turn to shake his head. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now.”

Kun cackled. “Oh, believe it, because it’s true. This whole time, after all these years, I finally managed to come out on top.” He was standing right in front of Jungkook now. “At least, that’s what I thought.”

Jungkook remained silent as he watched Kun’s demeanor turn repulsive.

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you. I’ve always seen it. Even locking her down with the promise of marriage still couldn’t change the way she obviously feels about you.”

“Locking her down,” Jungkook repeated the phrase as a question, mostly to himself but Kun heard it all the same.

“Yeah, it took maybe 2 years of asking but she finally agreed. It was shortly after you got that steady girlfriend our junior year of college. The one that was crazy about you, you remember her, right?”

Jungkook gulped at the memory. He dated someone for a while a few years back, and it was a relationship that he thankfully ended before it got too far since they weren’t on the same page. But he remembered staying in it longer than he should have because he thought it was a way to get over you, something he regretted to this day.

Jungkook could admit he hadn’t always been the best person, at least as far as feelings and relationships were concerned. But he never intended to be a bad person or hurt anyone. So, every time he went through a breakup, he always felt awful, even if it was necessary because of how he felt for you.

Kun whistled lowly, bringing Jungkook out of his thoughts. “Now she was a piece of work. Still don’t know why you broke it off in the first place, I’d have loved to have at least one night with her-”

Jungkook’s eyes opened wide at Kun’s admission.

“What the fuck is your problem,” Jungkook growled. Kun sneered, pleased to have riled Jungkook up.

“Ooh, did I hit a nerve? Don’t like me talking about old flames?”

“No, what pisses me off is you talking like that as if you aren’t about to marry someone else,” Jungkook had started to raise his voice, feeling his composure slipping fast as more words tumbled out of Kun’s mouth.

Kun hummed. “Hm, well that’s the thing: I’m not about to marry someone. Thank God for that too, although she’s taking it so much worse than I am-”

Jungkook balled his fists into Kun’s shirt and lifted him up off the ground slightly.

“Are you fucking crazy,” Jungkook asked, his fists tightening in Kun’s shirt as he watched Kun’s smile grow wider.

“Y/N has sacrificed so much for you, and you threw it all away for what? Some petty competition bullshit?” Jungkook’s voice was shaking with anger, but it didn’t faze Kun in the slightest.

“Even I have my limit, Kook. Standing idly by while you fuck my fiancé wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time either-”

Jungkook shook Kun then, and Kun brought his hands up to wrap them around Jungkook’s wrists.

“I never slept with Y/N, why can’t you understand that?” Jungkook was almost yelling at this point, so he attempted to control his volume. Despite how he felt, he was still at work, and he didn’t need to cause a bigger scene than he already had.

Kun laughed in his face. “You genuinely expect me to believe that?”

“Yes, because it’s true!” More laughter from Kun, and Jungkook was grinding his teeth together now.

“Ok, sure. I’ll humor you. Even if you hadn’t done anything, what’s done is done now. The wedding is off and I’m a free man to do whatever the fuck I please again.” He paused for a second before grinning, a sight that made Jungkook feel sick. “Not like I haven’t been doing what – or who – I want this whole time.”

Jungkook whirled around and shoved Kun up against the door, knocking the breath out of him.

“You’re twisted! You don’t deserve Y/N and you never did. I can’t fucking believe you, Kun,” Jungkook yelled as he shoved him against the door harder, making him cough. He pulled back somewhat so Kun could respond, even though he couldn’t care less about whatever else he had to say at this point. Their entire friendship has dissolved in a matter of seconds, and Jungkook, frankly, didn’t give a fuck.

What he cared about was finding you and making sure you were ok. He had to, and soon.

“Oh, please,” Kun wheezed when he finally caught his breath. Jungkook could barely hear him over the loud sounds of the rain splashing against the pavement and the booming thunder overheard.

“She never deserved me. She should be fucking grateful I even looked at her, let alone asked her out.”

Jungkook froze. Kun noticed, that sickening sneer once again at home on his face.

“Oh? Nothing to say because you agree with me?”

Jungkook had looked down and shut his eyes, clenching his jaw as he tried to breathe. Kun took advantage of this moment to free himself from Jungkook’s grasp. Before he could land any kind of hit on Jungkook, however, he dodged and Kun was sent falling forward, flailing the whole way down. He landed face first on the wet pavement, no longer covered by the overhang.

Jungkook was about to walk over and continue what he started when he felt a strong hand pulling him back. He looked over his shoulder to see Jimin’s concerned face staring at him.

“Jimin, what are you-”

“Yoongi told me. Go to her, Jungkook.” He pushed Jungkook forward a bit, as if to explain to him the urgency of the situation, even though Jungkook was very well aware.

“But what about work-”

“We called Hoseok, he’s able to cover for you. You’ll just have to cover for him someday soon to make up for it.” Jimin smiled and Jungkook felt like he could cry at how thoughtful his friends and co-workers were. They were always so supportive in every way possible, and he couldn’t ask for better friends.

Especially now when his ‘best friend’ turned out to be such a horrible person.

Jungkook looked at Kun out of the corner of his eye, still struggling to get up but falling back down every time he would slip from the water.

“What about him,” Jungkook nodded his head in the direction of Kun. Jimin looked behind him and rolled his eyes at the sight.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll take care of him. You,” Jimin stepped aside, pushing Jungkook in the direction of the door this time, “need to get going.”

Jungkook gave Jimin a grateful look as he pushed him through the doorway. He spared one last glance back at Jimin as the door was closing, just in time to see him pulling Kun up off of the ground before decking him really hard in the face. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he made his way to Yoongi’s office.

When he got there, the door was already opened. “Hey, Yoongs-”

Jungkook was surprised to see something flying toward him, and thanks to his lightening fast reflexes he caught it without issue. When he opened his hand, he saw that Yoongi had just tossed him his keys.

“I know,” he heard Yoongi say. He spotted him sitting behind his desk, a lopsided smile on his face. “Go already, what are you waiting for?”

Jungkook grinned at Yoongi and nodded appreciatively before running back outside. He ran past the trio of Jimin, Jin, and Namjoon as they took care of Kun, not even bothering to stop and see what all was happening. He ran as fast as he could to his car before he got in and turned it on, speeding out of the parking lot a little faster than was recommended.

He didn’t know where you were, Kun never told him – not that he expected Kun would have anyway – but he figured you were probably at home. His grip around the wheel tightened as he thought about you, heartbroken and alone in the middle of a storm.

“I’m on my way,” Jungkook said aloud in the empty car, his mind now solely focused on you and nothing else. “I’m coming for you, just wait for me.”

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You clawed away at the material of your dress as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Heavy sobs wracked through your body, muffled by the sounds of the thunder outside.

You started tearing off the intricate beaded design around the waist, determined to destroy as much of the dress as you could. You were working on the parts that coincided with areas of you that Kun liked the most: your waist, your chest, and your thighs.

In all the years the two of you had been together, whenever he would (rarely) compliment you, it would be about one of those parts of you. The thought of him made your stomach churn as you realized the hands that touched you had also been touching someone else.

The beads fell to the floor as you ripped apart the sash with a loud cry. You tore the fabric that bunched around your thighs, no longer able to distinguish between the loud rips and the heavy rain pounding against your bedroom window.

Clenching the fabric in your hands, you let out a small scream as the power went out, and it surprised you more than it scared you. The lightning flashes outside would light up the room enough for you to see where you were going. You sank even further down on your knees in front of the mirror and wrapped your arms around yourself.

Your sobbing wouldn’t subside, no matter what you tried. All you could think about was the years you’d wasted with someone who truly didn’t love you. All those years you were lied to, and to find out the day before you were actually supposed to marry this person...

Better late than never, right?

You pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, laying your head on top of them as you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt your heart constrict when the vision that greeted you was of a smiling blue-haired boy, the one who always took your breath away.

Jungkook had never hurt you, at least not intentionally. And if he did hurt you, he always apologized as soon as he realized what happened, and you’d always done the same with him. If you ever fought, it was about something serious and was always resolved before either of you left, because neither one of you would ever leave mad.

Jungkook always knew what was up with you. He knew exactly what you were feeling and how to help with it if necessary; the most recent (and your favorite) thing he had started doing was take your hand in his whenever he noticed you starting to become anxious or upset. The vision of his tattooed hand intertwined with yours made your heartbeat quicken and your sobs worsen.

You were so in love with your best friend and you just realized the severity of it the day before you were supposed to marry someone else.

Of course, you’d known for a long time that you loved Jungkook. And you watched painfully as over the years, he had different girlfriends come and go, but you were always there to pick up the pieces for him whenever a breakup would affect him badly. You were his shoulder to cry on, the person he trusted most in the world, the only one he ever let see him cry.

You were his person. And you had been engaged to someone else.

There had even been a time where you thought Jungkook might fight for you, and the memory made you smile, despite how it ended. It was within the first year of yours and Kun’s relationship that the two of them started arguing – jokingly, at first – about what your favorite food was during a game night at your apartment. Jungkook, of course, got it right, and your then boyfriend was adamant that he knew you better than anyone.

Jungkook’s words are still to this day ones you’ll never forget. You can remember clearly how he looked at you before turning to Kun, squaring his shoulders as he said “If I know her better than you do, then maybe you don’t deserve her.”

This was around the time when you realized your crush you’d always had on Jungkook might be something more, but Kun’s furious face made you push that thought away immediately.

“If I don’t deserve her, then who does,” was his seething response. Jungkook just stared him down from across the table, and you wished with everything you had that he would say something, say anything, instead of sit there in silence.

But he didn’t. All he did was start eating his food, the atmosphere of the room was thick with tension and your appetite had disappeared for multiple reasons.

One, because you were here with your boyfriend sitting on one side of you while the man you desperately wanted to be with sat on the other. And two, you were reminded yet again that the man you wanted to be with didn’t feel the way you did, which hurt even worse.

A loud clap of thunder made you jump, and you looked at your tear-stained face in the mirror, feeling so helpless.

You thought you heard knocking coming from somewhere in the house, but you chalked it up to your imagination or something being whisked around outside in the stormy turmoil. Frankly, you didn’t care either way.

Or at least, you didn’t until you heard him.

“Y/N,” you heard someone shouting your name over the thunder. You lifted your head up at the sound, wondering if again your mind was just playing tricks on you. But as you continued to listen, it sounded like someone was running toward your bedroom. You stared at the door, waiting for it to open.

When it did, the sight was one you didn’t expect, and it left you gasping.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, looking around frantically for you when he couldn’t immediately spot you in the dark room. He pushed a hand through his soaked hair, wiping it out of his face as he scanned the room. When his eyes took in your pitiful appearance, he rushed over and knelt down beside you.

“Y/N,” he said softly, reaching out to gently shake your shoulder. You looked up at him and started sobbing even harder as you wrapped your arms around him the best you could, crying into his chest. He cradled the back of your head with one hand, and he secured his other arm around you, holding you while your body shook with more sobs.

“Jungkook,” you called out meekly, prompting him to hold you even closer.

“Shh, I’m here, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he whispered reassurances into your hair as he patted the back of your head.

“How did you know where I was? You came to find me?” At your questions, Jungkook pulled back and tilted your chin so you would look up at him. You watched as some water droplets slid down his face from his hair, thinking he probably looked a lot like you now but for a different reason.

“Of course I came to find you,” Jungkook said softly as he wiped a tear from your face, his voice almost completely masked by the ferocious roar of thunder outside. “I always will.”

He spoke with so much sincerity and for a moment you forgot about what was happening. You forgot that your marriage was over and that the man you supposedly loved had been cheating on you for who knows how long.

You forgot about everything else except the man in front of you now, the one you truly loved.

Jungkook looked down and noticed the fabric that was still draped across you, detached from the rest of your dress. He gave you a once-over in the faint light that now filtered through the window from the moonlight pouring in. He frowned as he gently ran his hand across the fabric hanging loosely off to the side.

“Y/N,” he started, “what happened?”

You gave him a defeated smile, and the look that he gave you in return threatened to break your heart even more.

If that was possible at this point.

“Kun and I had a fight, and I don’t think we’re getting married anymore.” The words didn’t feel real as they fell from your mouth; your tone of voice sounded like you were discussing something simple like your plans for the night, not a life-changing event that left you feeling broken.

Jungkook’s expression softened, and he hugged you to him once more, your head now resting against his shoulder.

As he ran his fingers through your hair, he mumbled a soft “I know,” so soft you almost didn’t hear it.

“What do you mean,” all of your energy was gone so you weren’t sure if he heard you over the cacophony of noises outside.

You heard him sigh, feeling the movement of his shoulders as they went up and then down. “I ran into Kun at the bar.”

At the mention of Kun’s name you flinched, making Jungkook hold you tighter. He continued, sounding strained as he did.

“He told me all about what happened, about him cheating and basically calling the wedding off.” Jungkook pulled back so he could look at your face again.

“When he told me how he left you here, all alone, I rushed over. I couldn’t bear the thought of you feeling that way,” he got quieter at the end, and you could’ve sworn you saw his gaze drift to your lips for a second.

But it was still mostly dark in the room, and you were emotionally spent, so maybe it was just wishful thinking.

You tried to give him a genuine smile, ignoring how your heart constricted when you stared into his big, expressive eyes. The ones that haunted many of your daydreams and filtered through your conscious while you slept.

“I can always count on you. My hero,” you said quietly as you laid your head against his shoulder again.

He chuckled softly as he laid his head on top of yours. “Not really much of a hero if you ask me. I couldn’t protect you from something causing you so much pain.”

You wrapped yours arms around him to pull him closer to you, taking in his scent that you were so familiar with. It was a calming scent that wasn’t too overwhelming, and it somehow always reminded you of home.

Because Jungkook was your home.

You stayed like that, nestled safely in Jungkook’s arms, listening to the rain as it tapped against the window for a few minutes before you spoke again.

“If only I’d never gotten that letter,” you mumbled. You weren’t expecting a response, since you weren’t really saying it to Jungkook, but you felt him flinch.

“Y/N,” you could hear the confusion clear as day in his voice, “what are you talking about?”

It dawned on you then that you’d never mentioned the letter to Jungkook, mostly because Kun specifically asked you to keep it between you and him. You figured, though, that since your relationship had pretty much evaporated overnight, telling Jungkook now wouldn’t hurt anything.

“I got a letter, years ago, right before Kun and I started dating,” your head was still resting against Jungkook’s shoulder, and he hadn’t moved once since you started speaking.

“It was a love letter, and he told me he wrote it which is how we ended up dating in the first place,” you scoffed at the memory; maybe if you had put a little more thought into it when Kun first asked you out, you wouldn’t be in this situation now.

Still no response from Jungkook, who had gone eerily still. You continued.

“I can still remember exactly what it said despite not looking at it in years, because 18-year-old me thought those were the prettiest words I’d ever read.” You stopped for a moment as you felt tears welling up, wondering where everything went wrong and how someone who wrote those beautiful words could betray in such a way.

You took a deep breath, shaking with the effort, feeling Jungkook’s arms still wound tightly around you.

“There was a poem it started with,” you felt Jungkook go even more rigid once you started reciting words from the letter. “‘You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, I don’t know what these emotions are-‘”

“‘No matter who shakes the world, don’t let go of my hand. Please don’t wake me up from this dream.’”

You gasped when you heard Jungkook reciting the rest of the poem, shocked enough to pull back and look at his face, ready to ask him if that was your imagination. The broken smile he greeted you with was enough of an answer for you.

“Jungkook, how did you…,” you trailed off, not really sure how to ask what you wanted to know. You were focusing on the fact that your heart was racing so fast right now, almost like it was threatening to burst from your ribcage.

He gave you a shy smile this time as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. He caressed the side of your face, and you instinctively leaned into his touch.

“All these years,” he spoke quietly, and the storm had subsided enough outside so that you could hear him without much difficulty. “All these years I thought you never got my letter.”

Your breath got caught in your throat at his confession, causing tears to fall once more. But Jungkook was there to catch them, rubbing his thumbs across your cheekbones to gently wipe them away.

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you started sobbing again, hard enough that you thought you might fall over so you reached up to grab onto his arms to steady yourself. You realized all at once that the last 6 years of your life had been nothing but lies and the thought was enough to shake you to your core.

“If I’d have known,” you hiccupped, your sobs coming out more frequent now as Jungkook tried to calm you, “I never would have- I promise you that I-”

“Hey, hey, shh it’s ok,” Jungkook’s gentle shushing helped you to take a breath, something you hadn’t done since you’d started crying again.

“I should’ve tried harder to find out the truth, I should’ve pushed harder for answers from Kun when he spoke to me that day at the diner. But I truly thought that was what you wanted, that he was who you wanted.” He sounded drained, as if carrying this secret the last several years had taken a massive toll on him, and honestly you were sure it probably did in some way.

You shook your head at him as best you could with him still cradling your face. “I only said yes to Kun because I thought that- I thought that you didn’t feel the same way.”

Jungkook’s lips quirked upward. “And I thought the same for you. I guess we were both just clueless teenagers, huh?”

You laughed at that, the sound making Jungkook’s smile widen in the faint moonlight that was still spilling into the room. The sounds outside now were mostly the wind as it flittered around the trees, shaking limbs in its wake.

You looked up at Jungkook now and noticed him staring down at you, a soft expression in his eyes. He was still gently wiping away the last few tears that had escaped, and in this moment, you wanted only one thing: you wanted him to stay. You wanted him to stay now, to stay forever.

But after all these years of you being with someone else, would his feelings still be the same?

“Koo,” you spoke his name. He gulped slightly and nodded, ready to hear whatever it is you had to say.

You bit your lip. “Please stay? Here, with me?”

Jungkook’s face broke out into a smile wide enough that you could’ve sworn his dimples would’ve been showing if there was enough light in the room to see.

“Do you even have to ask,” he responded quietly as he brushed his thumbs across your cheekbones once more. “Of course I’ll stay.”

His gaze drifted down to your lips again, and as he moved closer, you held your breath.

“I’ll never leave you, no matter what,” he spoke even quieter, moving closer until you could feel his lips hovering above yours. It was almost as if he was asking for permission, and right now there was nothing more that you wanted.

You tucked a strand of his blue locks behind his ear, moving closer on your own, giving him a silent plea. He grinned and finally moved the last little bit to connect your lips with his own.

It was like a fairytale moment; one you’d never experienced before in your life and one you thought you’d never get to experience. Everything about kissing Jungkook felt right and made you feel whole again. It started slowly at first, as if you both were afraid and testing the waters. But as your lips moved in sync with each other, the kiss got more heated and you wound your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He was leaning over you now, one arm around your waist, nestled between you and the floor you were nearly laying on.

The two of you stayed like that, relishing the moment that had been building up between the two of you for so many years, despite neither of you realizing that you both were longing for each other in the same way. You made a small noise in the back of your throat when you felt Jungkook gently bite down on your bottom lip, causing you to feel as though a fire had ignited in your body and was threatening to consume you.

When Jungkook finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed as you both were trying to catch your breath.

“It’s always been you, Y/N,” Jungkook spoke again when he opened his eyes to look at you. They held so much emotion that you felt like you could drown in them if you looked too long. “You’re the one that I want, every second of every day. I always want you by my side and always will.” He gave you another small kiss before adding, “My heart beats for you.”

He placed one of your hands on his chest so you could feel exactly how fast his heart was beating, and you could tell its pace matched your own.

He leaned down once more, nosing along your jawline until his lips were ghosting over your throat.

“Only for you,” he finished before placing a kiss on you throat, one that had you sighing at the tenderness of it.

“Jungkook,” you called his name as he kept up his ministrations, moving down your neck to leave small kisses on your collarbone. When he sucked gently, you tugged on his hair slightly, making him grunt at the pressure.

He leaned up to look at you, pushing his hair out of his face and you swore you’d never seen someone look so attractive when doing something as small as that.

“Y/N,” Jungkook called out firmly, his unoccupied arm moving down so his hand rested against your waist, “before we keep doing – whatever this is – I need to know this is what you want.”

You sat up completely then, taking Jungkook’s face in your hands now, not missing the serious look on his face.

“Jungkook, look at me. I want you so bad, and I’ve wanted you so bad, more than anything, for as long as I can remember. I was just too scared to act on it since there were so many things left unsaid, so many things unknown.” His grip around your waist tightened at your words.

“The real question is, do you want this? Do you want me, after I’ve been with someone else all these years-”

Jungkook silenced you with a searing kiss, pulling you toward him with the arm wrapped around your waist.

“I still want you. God, I want you so bad, Y/N.” As he kissed you once more, you both heard a clicking sound in the room, and when you opened your eyes you realized that the power had turned back on, now that the worst of the storm seemed to be over.

Your bedroom light was still turned off, since it had been light enough outside before everything happened that you didn’t feel the need to turn it on. So now, the only source of light in the room was the lamp that rested on your nightstand. It emitted enough light to illuminate the room so that you could finally see Jungkook in front of you in all his handsome glory.

And he could see you, too; you felt a blush rise to your cheeks as he beamed at you like you were the only other person in the world.

“Well, I don’t think that could have been timed any better,” Jungkook piped up, making you giggle as you pulled him closer. You brought his mouth down to yours once more, hoping he could feel all the love and passion you had for him through an act as simple yet breathtaking as this.

He gripped the fabric of your dress when you deepened the kiss on your own, and the sound he made almost drove you crazy. He pulled away then, and you watched as his gaze drifted down to the now detached piece of fabric resting in his hand.

He was looking at it with wide, worried eyes. “Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Koo, relax, you didn’t do anything.” You brushed some of his hair out of his face, admiring how the blue strands looked so beautiful in the dim lighting of the room, fluffy and framing his face perfectly.

“But it…the fabric just fell off, then?” His confusion made you laugh so you decided to spare him anymore worry and explained to him what had happened.

“No,” you answered somewhat timidly. “I was tearing apart my dress before you got here.”

Jungkook frowned, running his hand over the parts of your dress still intact. “But why would you do that?”

You looked down at his hand resting on top of the bunched-up fabric, before you answered just above a whisper.

“Because I wasn’t wearing it for you.”

You felt the shift in the atmosphere as you watched Jungkook’s eyes widen even more, and before you could react, he scooped you up into his arms, kissing you with so much ferocity as his hand cradled the back of your head. You could feel your chest melded against his own, and the close proximity made you feel dizzy.

“Fuck, you have no idea what that just did to me,” Jungkook responded breathily when he pulled away so he could look at you again. “Like holy shit, I didn’t know words could have an effect on me like that.”

“That’s funny, because the things you say sometimes have been affecting me for years now.”

“Really,” Jungkook grinned mischievously. “Like what? Enlighten me, angel.”

Jungkook started placing kisses along your jawline, making your breathing come out more stuttered as you thought of an answer.

“For starters – fuck,” you broke off when he started laving his tongue along your collarbone, “when you call me things like that.”

“Oh?” You rolled your eyes playfully at Jungkook’s amused tone, squealing a little when he shifted you so that you were straddling his lap now, both of you still seated in front of the mirror. “You like it when I call you angel?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your hands in between his shoulder blades in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Yes, I love it when you- when you call me things that make me feel special. It’s always done something to me, but I could never act on it before.” You didn’t realize you had closed your eyes again until you felt Jungkook gently nip at your bottom lip.

“Open your eyes, baby, I wanna see you.” The new pet name caused another wave of arousal to wash over you, and you absentmindedly started moving your hips. Jungkook let out a strained moan underneath you.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening right now,” he sounded breathless as he guided your hips forward more, resting his forehead against your shoulder. He made the prettiest sounds and you wanted to hear more from him, so you took a page from his own book and started placing kisses along the parts of his neck that you could reach from your current angle.

His hands tightened around your waist, and even through the multiple layers of clothing separating you both, you could still feel him growing hard underneath you. You put more effort behind your next movement and he let out a gasp.

“Shit, Y/N,” Jungkook leaned his head back, his brows knitted in the most beautiful way as he succumbed to the pleasure. “You feel so good on top of me, it’s better than I imagined-”

It was your turn to respond with a snarky quip. “Oh, so you’ve imagined this before, huh?”

At your challenging tone, you watched as the look in his eyes darkened, a smirk overtaking his beautiful face.

He thrusted upward, nearly knocking you back with the force of it, but you still felt it. You felt him, and you were starting to realize just how wet you were for him. You were so aroused embarrassingly fast, but yet he was too, so you didn’t feel too bad about it.

“I’ve imagined having you in so many ways, you have no idea, angel.”

You moaned at his words, but he wasn’t ready to stop there. You felt him unwrap your arms from around him and he pulled you up off the floor with him before you could question it, kissing you the moment you were steady on your feet.

“You know,” he said as he ran his hands up and down your sides, clutching the fabric of your dress tightly in his fists. “If you’re so insistent on ripping up your dress-”

He leaned down so he could speak right beside your ear, capturing your earlobe with his teeth. “-at least let me be the one to rip it off of you.”

He was asking again for permission and you honestly would probably let Jungkook do whatever he wanted at this point, because you trusted him that much. You nodded and placed his hands higher on your waist where the fabric was already ripped and watched as he grinned.

He tore a large part of the fabric off, his strength proving to be much more efficient than yours in the task at hand. The loud riiiiiippp was such a pleasant sound, and you couldn’t wait to hear more of it. You let Jungkook continue tearing apart your dress – and he did so eagerly, which made you laugh – and when he finally had all but the bodice and your panties off of you, he stood back for a moment to admire his handiwork.

Jungkook, with his mouth hanging open slightly, was looking you up and down with such an awe-struck expression that you almost felt the need to hide. You shyly crossed one of your legs over the other, as if that would do anything. When he saw what you were doing, he took your hands in his.

“Y/N, please don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. And I mean that.” His gaze was searching your own, trying to find any hints of uncertainty lying behind your eyes.

You knew he would stop the moment you asked him to, if you did. He wouldn’t hesitate, wouldn’t question it.

But you didn’t want him to stop. So, you uncrossed your legs and placed his hands back on your waist. He took that as a positive sign, leaning down to kiss you again, moaning into your mouth when he felt you press your body up against his.

“Can I touch you,” he asked softly in between kisses.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” you teased him, feeling him smile against your lips. His hands moved around your backside to cup your ass, and when he squeezed you heard him let out a grunt.

“Fuck, your body is amazing, all of you is amazing.” He was getting worked up more now, and you brought his hands forward so he could grope your breasts as well, the action of you taking control clearly doing something to him.

“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” you giggled as he stared at you, caressing your breasts like he’d never touched something so delicate before.

“Are you kidding, I’m having the best fucking time.” His answer made you laugh harder, and for the first time since all this started, your gaze drifted down to your hand that was resting against his chest.

Your hand that still had your engagement ring on it.

Jungkook noticed your sudden shift in mood as he followed your eyesight to see what you were staring at. You tried to bring your hand down and out of sight quickly, but he saw it before you could.

Without a word, and while looking into your eyes the whole time, he took your hand into both of his. You weren’t sure what he was doing until you felt him slide the ring off your finger before he tossed it into one of the dark corners of the room.

He gently brought your hand up to his mouth then, still not breaking eye contact, as he kissed the area where your ring had been resting on your finger.

“I promise I’ll get you a better one,” he mumbled softly into your skin as he looked at where he had just placed the kiss before he closed your hand and let it rest against his chest once more.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear that or not, but you couldn’t stop yourself from what you said next:

“Do you really mean it?”

Your question took him off guard, as he raked a hand through his hair and was obviously flustered. You smiled at him trying to save face.

“I, uh- do you…do you want me to mean it?” He gulped while he waited for you to answer.

“Maybe,” you grinned, holding his face so you could lean up and kiss him. You felt him smile into it again.

“Then maybe I do mean it. Guess we’ll have to see, huh? For now, though,” he picked you up – bridal style, ironically enough – and you had barely enough time to wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall either way though, and he carried you as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

“This bed over here looks a lot comfier than the floor.” He walked the both of you over to the bed before he gently laid you down on it, hovering over you as he held himself up with one hand.

He looked down at you, brushing some of your hair out of your face. It was falling around you now, and it probably looked a lot like a halo, which was fitting given Jungkook’s new name for you.

“I really do mean it when I say you’re beautiful. Every single part of you,” he brushed his nose against yours before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“From your face, to your neck,” he kissed your lips briefly before moving to your jaw and down your neck, not leaving any expanse of skin untouched, making you sigh as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

“To your collarbones, which I’ve always, loved by the way.” The confession made your heart soar, because it was so simple yet sweet at the same time.

“Really?” You knew Jungkook wouldn’t lie to you, and you could feel him smirking against your skin.

“Absolutely. I fucking love them, the way your hair falls just above them when you wear it down, and the way some of your clothes accentuate them with how they’re fashioned. I never knew a part of someone’s body could drive me crazy, but here we are,” he sucked gently at first, before doing it a little more harshly against the skin right above the collarbone he so very adored. You let out a whimper at the feeling, and Jungkook chuckled.

“Hmm,” he hummed, running his tongue over the mark he just created. “It seems you like that.” He continued kissing down your chest. “I can’t wait to take my time finding out all the things that make you feel good.”

When he made it to your breasts, he placed his hands on top of the bodice before looking up at you. His eyes were slightly hooded, and he didn’t even have to speak for you to know what he was asking.

You motioned for him to move back a little bit so you could sit up, unfastening the back of your dress so you could remove the remaining part of it that still covered you. When it fell from your body, you laid back down, reaching out for Jungkook.

He happily obliged.

He poured himself over you again, continuing his way down your chest, having intertwined his tattooed hand with one of your own, the other tracing patterns along your skin. You sighed in contentment when you felt him reach the swell of your breasts.

You felt him groan as he squeezed your hand, his other coming up to cup your breast as he kissed down the valley in between them.

“Shit, Y/N, I swear every part of you is amazing. Like look at you, I’m just-” he broke off to grope your breast, tweaking your nipple as he did so which made you arch your back.

“Jungkook,” you called out, eyes screwed shut as he kept it up, surprising you when you felt his mouth wrap around your other perked bud, warm and wet. You were writhing with pleasure underneath him, and your moans seemed to be spurring him on more.

He took your nipple between his teeth and tugged gently. You gasped and reached up to grab his hair, pulling on the locks and eliciting a delicious sounding groan from him.

“You’re so sensitive, angel, fuck,” Jungkook looked up at you, licking his lips before he continued downward, placing kisses all over your stomach, the featherlight touches almost tickling you. Before he could go any further, you tugged on his shirt.

“What’s wrong,” he immediately stopped and moved back up so he could see you better, worried he’d done something wrong. The look on his face made your heart ache, but in the best way possible.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just-” you tongue darted out to lick your lips this time as you tried to find the words to voice what you wanted.

“Baby, I need you to talk to me,” Jungkook spoke, bringing your hand that he was still holding up to his lips so he could kiss it.

“I- Can you take your shirt off?” You finally managed to stammer out your request, and Jungkook had to register it before he started laughing, the laughter shaking him and in turn you because you were still underneath him.

“What, what is it,” you whined, pouting because he was teasing you. He finally calmed down from the laughing fit and looked at you with the brightest smile on his face. He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Nothing, you’re just fucking adorable, you know that?” He shook his head, still chuckling as he leaned up so he was resting on his haunches. “You got embarrassed asking me to take my clothes off, and I find it funny considering I literally just had part of you in my mouth-”

“Ok, I get it!” You hid your face behind your hands, earning another laugh from Jungkook. He pulled your hands away gently, smiling at you with so much love and adoration.

“None of that, now. You don’t have to be embarrassed around me.” When he was finally satisfied with you taking your hands away from your face, and he was sure you wouldn’t try to hide yourself again, you watched as his hands moved down to the hem of his shirt.

He smirked at you then, pulling his black shirt up slowly, letting you get a view of his muscular torso, the sight making you squirm underneath him all over again.

When he finally tugged the shirt off over his head, he raked his hands through his hair, leaning his head back with the motion. You saw the way the muscles in his neck flexed with the action, watching his tattooed forearm move through his blue tresses, and you could feel yourself getting so much wetter every second-

“Like what you see, angel?” Jungkook teased you again, making you shift your eyes that had been glued to his arms up to his face now. He was wearing the biggest grin and you couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed.

“Of course I do, you’re fucking hot, Jungkook. Have you seen yourself? Like seriously, how do you have a body like that and luscious, fluffy hair, and a flawless face? I don’t-” Jungkook cut you off with a kiss so fierce it made you forget your entire train of thought.

“Keep that up, angel, and I’m gonna have a hard time taking this slow,” he growled, panting as he pulled away. “I wanna take my time but fuck you are driving me crazy just laying here, so when you start saying things like that-” another heated kiss “-it makes me want to wreck you.”

The words shot straight down to your core, but Jungkook continued as he nosed along your jawline “Only if you want that too of course, and I really hope you do.”

“Kook, I swear, do you not feel how wet I already am for you?”

Jungkook gave you a devious smile. Oh no.

He reached down to rub your clit through the fabric of your soaked panties, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning too loudly at the sensation.

“Funny you should ask that, because I was just beginning to think it was time I continue my journey,” he settled himself in between your legs again as he resumed kissing downward, until you felt him right above your panties. He placed a kiss on your clit over the fabric, tonguing it afterwards just to see you arch your back.

“Hmm,” he hummed against you and you could feel the vibration of it, “I think these might give me a bit of trouble though, what do you think, angel? Should we get rid of them?”

He was rubbing slow, agonizing circles around your clit while he waited on your answer, the pleasure clouding your mind as your moans started to increase in pitch. “Jungkook, please.”

“That’s my girl,” he said softly, teasing tone now gone as he gently slid your panties down your legs, taking them off once they were situated at your ankles. You were now completely laid bare for him, and for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel the need to hide. There was no urge to cover up, because Jungkook was placing gentle kisses along the inside of your thighs, kisses that said ‘I’ll take care of you.’

You watched as he slid further down the bed, nestling himself between your legs, his mouth inches away from you as he stared up at you.

He had an intense look in his eyes, his blue hair dusting over them slightly. He ghosted his lips along the outer part of your clit, the barely-there sensation being enough to draw a broken moan out of you. He smiled and the sight of him smiling like that in between your legs-

-it was enough to nearly drive you over the edge.

“God, I can’t wait to taste you,” Jungkook said as he placed a gentle kiss there, one that had you reeling in your place on the bed. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet.”

You chanced looking down at him again, the sinful sight just as impactful as before as you watched him bite his lips as he focused on you.

“Have I ever told you-,”you were panting and it took all your strength to not look away when his gaze shifted to you again, his cheek resting against your thigh while he waited for you to finish talking. His tattooed arm was resting on your other thigh, but you forced yourself not to focus on that right now.

“Have I ever told you how much I love the color blue?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised as he understood your statement and that devious grin returned.

“No, I don’t think you ever have,” he squeezed your thigh as he ran his other hand through his hair.

“Well, I do. And I think the color suits you. Like, a lot.”

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, his grip around your thigh tightening. “Yeah, so you like it then?”

“I love it,” you answered honestly. “So much.”

“Is that so? Well, angel,” Jungkook surprised you as he moved to place both your legs over his shoulders, one of his hands coming around to grab your own as he placed it on top of his head. He snaked his arms under your thighs so he could wrap them around to pull them apart, looking up at you once more.

“Show me how much.”

Jungkook dove in without another moment’s hesitation, and the sensation of his tongue caused you to open your mouth in a silent scream. He swiped his tongue through your folds and slowly thrusted it inside of you, building up a steady pace that had you quivering in his hold.

“Jungkook, fuck, please-” your plea was cut off by his sudden change in pace as he sucked on your clit, gently grazing it with his teeth. He was testing the waters to see what you liked and what you didn’t like - but so far everything was threatening to send you over the edge much quicker than you wanted it to.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned, the sound loud and guttural. “Love having your legs wrapped around me like this.”

Your hand in his hair tightened, and he moaned before pulling away, eyes closed and brows furrowed.

He was breathing heavy, and you saw his mouth was glistening with your arousal, eyes dark as he stared up at you. He unwrapped his arms from around you and started pulling his hair up.

All you could think was ‘oh fuck.’

“Hold my hair, angel,” he commanded, moving your hand so you could gather up his hair tight in your hold. “Don’t worry about hurting me, either; I wanna know you’re enjoying it.”

He repositioned himself in the same way he had earlier, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before sucking on it again. Your hips bucked up and you pulled on his hair, making his grip around your thighs tighten.

You turned your head to the side, and your gaze immediately fixated on the mirror the two of you had been sitting in front of not long ago. Seeing the way his tattooed arm was snaked around your thigh, the muscles moving with the exertion of holding you down made you gush as you let out a strangled whine before focusing your attention back on the man in front of you.

Jungkook broke away to look at you then, holding your eye contact as he slowly pumped two fingers into your sopping cunt, groaning when he realized they slid in with no problem at all.

“You’re so wet, shit.”

“God Kook, your fingers-” you breathed out, marveling at the feeling of them and how long they were, how they reached places you couldn’t and hit all the right spots.

“Yeah? How’s it feel, angel? Tell me.” He was still looking at you, his other hand holding onto your thigh with a tight grip. Some strands of hair had fallen from your grasp and were framing his face. He looked so beautiful despite doing something as sinful as finger-fucking you.

“It feels so good, please-”

Jungkook chuckled, pumping in and out of you faster as he placed a teasing kiss just above your clit. “What are you begging for, baby? You want more?”

You nodded, eyes closed and mouth hanging open while arousal flowed through your body. “Yes please, want more-”

Jungkook granted your wish as he added a third finger and attached his lips to your clit again. He flicked it fast with his tongue, matching the pace of his fingers, ripping a loud cry from your throat that echoed throughout the room. The overwhelming pleasure from both combined acts had your high approaching very fast, and you barely had enough time to say anything.

You pulled roughly on his hair without thinking this time, and it just made him go deeper. You were clenching around his fingers, and he was making sounds of his own that made your brain short circuit.

“Kook, I’m so close, please, pleas-”

Jungkook pulled your legs apart more to give him better access as he went faster now, crooking his fingers inside you just right, the last thing you needed to tip you over the edge.

“Come on, angel, cum for me.” His words sent you into your orgasm, and you watched as he stared at you with hooded eyes and tongued your cunt to help you ride it out.

“Only for you,” you breathed out, repeating his words from earlier when he confessed to you. You heard his breath hitch as he continued, making sure to lap up every bit of your release until you were whimpering from oversensitivity.

Jungkook released your thighs, placing kisses on the inside of them and rubbing them as you came down from your high. When you could finally breathe close to normal again, you looked down at him.

He looked like sin personified, hair still damp from the rain, mouth slightly agape as he tried to catch his breath, tongue darting out past his lips that were still slick with your arousal.

But when he smiled at you with so much adoration your chest ached with how much you loved him.

And you needed to show him. You needed him to know that you loved him more than anything in the world, more than anyone.

You reached out for him, motioning for him to come back up. He did as you asked, hovering over you once more and this close you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. You brought his face down to kiss you, gently at first, relishing in the way his legs rested in between yours that were still spread, his chest brushing just above yours, and the way his mouth fit perfectly with your own.

The intimacy of the sweet moment shifted, however, when you felt Jungkook move against your thigh. And you didn’t just feel him move. You felt him.

While he was still distracted with kissing you, you reached down in between your bodies. You felt him gasp into the kiss.

“Is this ok?” You wanted to make sure before you went any further that he was still ok with everything happening, that he still wanted this. “Can I touch you?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously, and his eagerness made you giggle. “Fuck, yes, please Y/N.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You continued downward until your hand was just above the very obvious bulge in his jeans. You palmed him and he made an ‘mmph’ sound against your lips before pulling back.

“Fuuuck, that feels good,” he rested his forehead against your shoulder, trying to place kisses on your collarbone while letting out small moans that were stirring something inside of you again.

But right now, this was all about Jungkook.

You palmed him harder, making him grunt as he fisted the sheets beside your head.

“Are you always this sensitive,” you wondered aloud, not expecting an answer, really, but happy when he wanted to provide you with one.

“I-I’m not - shit - but it’s you so everything’s more intense, fuck-”

Your heart leapt at hearing that at the same time your core throbbed with want again.

As much as you loved what was happening, you wanted to go further, so you kissed his temple to try and get his attention. He turned to look at you, eyes overcast with lust.

“Koo,” you felt him harden at the nickname, which made you feel some type of way, “do you want to take your pants off?”

Jungkook gulped. “Uh- y-yeah, if it’s ok with you.”

His sudden shyness made you chuckle, and you gave him a reassuring kiss. “It’s more than ok. Come on,” you shifted so he could sit up.

He made quick work of his jeans, discarding them with reckless abandon somewhere in the confines the room. When he was left in his boxers, you could see the outline of him straining against the fabric.

Oh. Oh.

He was much bigger than you anticipated, not that you thought he was small to begin with but-

You reached out with an awestruck expression and gently grazed your hand against the outline. Jungkook’s reaction was immediate.

A breathy moan slipped past his lips as he tilted his head back. You pulled at the hem of his boxers and waited for his approval, which he gave to you in the form of an eager nod.

“Please,” the word dropped from his lips and you wasted no time. You pulled down his boxers and when his cock sprang free, he gripped it at the base to keep it steady. You both worked to get his boxers off so that you were both now laid bare for each other.

“Oh my God, Kook, you’re-” you gulped, trying to find the right words for what you wanted to say. You couldn’t figure out anything more graceful, though, so you just went with it.

“You’re fucking huge.”

Jungkook smirked at your outburst. “Hmm, you really think so? Is that a good thing for you, or?”

You rolled your eyes, earning another laugh from the blue-haired man you loved so much. “What do you think?”

“I think,” he said as he stroked himself slowly, looking you up and down, moaning as he did. “I think I’m not gonna last long regardless of what happens now.”

You bit your lip as you thought about it. His quiet moans did nothing except muddle your mind further.

“What do you want?” You figured asking would be best, as you moved to straddle him. His hands immediately went to your waist, and you felt him twitch against you when he looked into your eyes.

“What I want to do,” he said as he brought you down to kiss him by the nape of your neck, gasping into the kiss when he felt you brush against his dick with the movement, “is to make love to you.”

The declaration made your heart race and another wave of arousal crashed over you.

“But only if you want to, we don’t have to-”

You cut him off with a kiss, grinding against him and loving the way he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Koo, I want to. More than anything. So please,” you leaned down, and your lips were hovering over his as you continued. “Fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he pulled you flush against his chest. “God, you can’t just- if you keep saying shit like that, Y/N, my self-control will be gone.

“Then don’t hold back,” you ran your hand down his chest as you started grinding against him more. “I want you to lose it.”

Jungkook moaned loudly when you started kissing down his neck, feeling him harden even more against you. He stopped your grinding and you looked back up at his face. His eyes were dark and intense, and you felt him drum his fingers along your spine.

“Be careful what you wish for, angel.”

Jungkook flipped the both of you over so that he was on top of you again, spreading your legs so that he could get in between them. He sat back, running his hands through his hair, gripping his cock at the base with his other hand. You watched his ab muscles flex with all of his movement, and you whimpered as you felt more wetness dripping from you.

Jungkook lined himself up with you, watching your face for any change in expression or any kind of reaction. He slowly pushed inch by inch, waiting for you to adjust to his size. Your mouth opened but no sound came out as you felt him stretching you more than you’d ever been stretched before. There was some pain, but mostly the feeling of being so full made you crave more.

Jungkook ran his hands up and down your thighs, waiting. You could tell from his posture that he was trying really hard not to move, and that made you feel warm all over.

“How you doing,” he asked, moaning when he pushed in a little deeper.

“I’m fine, Koo. You can keep going.”

“Ok, just tell me if I hurt you-”

“I’ll let you know, I promise.” You wiggled some from your place underneath him to try and coax him to go further.

You saw him gulp and nod before he pushed in more than he had this whole time, nearly bottomed out at this point.

“So tight, fuck-” Jungkook tilted his head back and you watched as his jaw clenched before he swallowed. He finally bottomed out a moment later, and the sounds you both made mingled with each other.

“I’ll take it slow to start, ok?” You gave him a nod and he pulled out almost all the way before slowing thrusting back in. He grunted with the movement, and you were starting to get worked up again just listening to him.

“Hey, Koo?”

“Y-yeah?” He was looking down, focusing on going slowly, watching as he disappeared inside of you. His want to be careful made you smile to yourself.

“Can you come closer?” You opened your arms for him, and he maneuvered so that he was pouring over you now, chests brushing each other. He was still thrusting in and out of you slowly as he started to pick up his pace.

He leaned down to kiss you, and you took advantage of this moment to wrap your arms around his neck. You clenched around him and he broke the kiss a moment later.

“Fuck, oh my God, don’t do that,” he was breathing hard as he increased his speed little by little. You wanted more, so the next thing you said, you made sure to say it right by his ear.

“Koo, you don’t have to hold back,” you told him as you clenched around him again, making him curse. You gently bit down on his earlobe before you continued:

“Wreck me like you said you wanted to.”

That was all he needed to hear.

Jungkook pulled out of you, but only for a moment so that he could push your knees up to your chest. When he had you in the position he wanted you in, he lined his tip up at your entrance.

“Your wish is my command,” was all he said before he slammed into you hard.

You had no time to react before he set a pace that had you seeing stars. The sounds you were making were much more frequent and louder than before, mixed with the sounds slipping from Jungkook as well.

“Baby, you feel so good around me, taking me so well. I can’t tell you-” Jungkook broke off to let out a loud moan at a particularly harsh thrust, “shit, can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

He wrapped your legs around him so that he could get closer and go deeper, the change in angle had you arching your back as you grabbed the bedsheets.

“Me too,” you answered breathlessly.

“And not just this,” Jungkook continued, placing a kiss on your chest before he captured a nipple in his mouth, tugging on it gently and making you shudder in his hold. “I’ve dreamt about everything with you.”

You opened your eyes to look down at him as he continued peppering your chest with kisses, picking up his pace once more.

“So many things,” Jungkook grunted, “that I’ve wanted to experience with you that I never got to.”

“I know, me too,” you repeated because you were having trouble forming words but you meant it all the same. Trying to focus on what Jungkook was saying while he was fucking you was hard enough on its own.

“And I almost had to watch you get married to someone else…God, Y/N, that was killing me.” You could hear the sadness in his voice as he mentioned it, and you understood because you had felt the same way, too.

Being with Kun was suffocating. Being with Jungkook, in any capacity, made you feel more alive than you ever have.

“Jungkook, look at me,” you took his face in your hands, looking him directly in the eyes. “What matters now is we’re here together. No one outside of this room matters right now. Just you and me. Ok?”

You felt him twitch inside you then, and you watched his eyelids flutter as he nodded. You kissed him gently, feeling him relax in your hold.

“I love you,” you said just above a whisper. “I love you, Jungkook.”

“Y/N, fuck, I love you, too.” Jungkook sped up again, seemingly energized with renewed vigor now. “I love you so fucking much.”

Jungkook buried his face in your shoulder as he continued to move inside of you with long, languid strokes. You turned your head to the side and again looked at the scene unfolding through the mirror. Something about seeing your actions being mirrored back at you turned you on more than you could explain. The way you could see all of Jungkook now especially helped with that.

You moaned and clenched around him as you kept watching the mirrored image through barely open eyes. Your sudden excitement must have made him curious because he turned his head so he could look at you. When he saw where you were staring, his eyes met yours in the mirror.

“Oh,” Jungkook said as he caught on. “I see.” He reached up to caress your breast before pinching one of your perked buds, all while keeping your eye contact through the mirror. The action had you gasping and clenching around him even more.

“Y/N,” Jungkook leaned down and spoke sweetly by the shell of your ear. You’d barely noticed that he’d slowed down. “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded quickly. “I’d do anything for you, Koo.”

He hummed. “I fucking love that. Ok,” he started to pull out of you, much to your dismay, which you voiced with a whine. He laughed and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t worry, angel. I just need to reposition, that’s all.” You saw him move away from you, confused when he offered you a hand to help you sit up.

It all made sense when he voiced his next request.

“Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”

Despite everything else that had already transpired tonight, this question of all things made you blush, and Jungkook noticed.

“Hey, if it’s too much we don’t have to-”

“No, it’s fine, I want to.” You moved into the position he asked you to before confirming with him “Like this?”

“God, yeah, ok uh, almost,” you heard him groaning behind you. “Can you do me one more favor though?”

“Yes, anything.”

“Can you face the mirror?”

Oh.

You scrambled to comply, making him laugh at your obvious excitement from his request. When you turned so you were facing the mirror, you looked into it to see him settling in behind you. He placed one hand on your waist, the other holding himself as you felt him poke against your entrance one more time.

“I need you to tell me if I go too rough, ok?” He ran both hands along your sides now. He was looking at you through the mirror, the sight already making you weak.

“I’ll tell you, Koo, just please do something.” You moved back against him, watching a smirk come to life on his face.

Without much preamble, he slammed into you, knocking you forward with so much force you almost fell off the bed. He pulled you back, still ramming into you the whole time.

“I’d hold onto something if I were you,” he said breathily, and you were quick to grab the bedsheets to hopefully ground yourself while you were getting pounded into oblivion.

You hung your head low, focusing on the pleasure as Jungkook continued to hit that spot inside you continuously.

“Y/N, look at me,” he grunted out. You turned to look at him over your shoulder, but he shook his head, instead nodding to the mirror.

You stared at him through the mirror now, and when your eyes met, you watched him struggle to keep his eyes open as a loud moan escaped his mouth.

“Fuck, you look so sexy like this,” Jungkook was pulling his lip between his teeth as he continued to stare at you, pounding into you harder now, leaving you breathless and unable to make any sound.

“You like seeing what I’m doing to you, don’t you?” He grabbed onto your waist harder, increasing the force of his thrusts and you wondered briefly just how much harder he could go because you felt like you were about to break in the best possible way.

You nodded and watched him push his hair out of his face, and you could feel yourself coming apart faster now at the entire sight playing out before you.

“Jungkook,” you moaned out his name, feeling him flex his fingers to readjust his grip around your waist.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me – fuck – tell me what you want.”

“Can you,” you faltered for a moment, feeling shy until you saw his intense stare in the mirror once more, “can you go harder?”

You felt him twitch inside you as a moan erupted from him at your request. “Shit, angel, are you sure?”

A pleading nod from you. “Please,” your voice was borderline a whine at this point but you wanted him to wreck you in the best possible way.

And you were not disappointed.

Jungkook released his hold on your waist to wrap an arm around your midsection, simultaneously pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle allowed him to be even closer and when he brought one hand up to cup around your jaw to better hold you in place, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d be coming undone again.

Especially since you could see everything through the mirror. The way he had his arm curled almost possessively around your midsection, his tattooed hand as it curved around your jaw, his lips as they placed tender kisses along the side of your neck.

The vision alone could probably make you cum but of course, Jungkook had other plans in store for you.

“Like I said earlier,” Jungkook growled right by your ear as he gave a teasing thrust. It was hard, and it made your breath hitch, which was apparently Jungkook’s desired reaction with the way he smiled.

“Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook started with the same pace he’d left off on, only even faster now if that was possible. He was marking your neck and holding you close, his arm around you tightening every time you would clench around him.

“If you keep doing that – shit, fuck – I’m not gonna last much longer. You feel way too good around me, especially when you do that.”

“S-sorry,” you stammered out, your breathing uneven due to all the stimulation you were currently experiencing.

He placed a gentle kiss to your temple. “No need to apologize, angel. You just have that effect on me – ah – and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Your reached up behind Jungkook so you could bury your hand in his hair, since you knew he enjoyed that. You were rewarded with the amazing sight you could never get tired of – his head tilted back, eyes screwed shut as he let the pleasure overtake him, the most beautiful, strained sound falling from his lips.

He moved his hand from your jaw now to grab yours that was unoccupied, linking your fingers together as best he could from this angle. And it definitely helped things along.

“Fuck, Koo, I’m close again,” you moaned louder than you had the whole night. The way Jungkook’s hips were snapping against you made you feel like a fire had ignited and spread throughout your whole body. The coil inside you was tightening and so close to snapping any minute now-

“I know, me too. I love you,” Jungkook moaned, punctuating each word with a thrust harder than the last. His movements were becoming more uncoordinated, and you could guess from his breathing and the frequency of his moans that he was almost as close as you were to reaching that high.

And you wanted nothing more than to reach it together.

You tugged a little harder on his hair, clenching around him at the same time. He sputtered somewhat, holding you tighter against him, perhaps to keep himself steady.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m not gonna last,” a breathy groan escaped him as he buried his head in your shoulder.

“Cum with me, Koo. Please,” you begged, trying your hardest to hold out until he was there. He didn’t make it easier on you when he brought a hand down to mess with your clit, the extra sensation sending you into overdrive.

“Angel, look at me.” Jungkook drew your attention back to the mirror. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, I love you so much.”

His assault on your clit mixed with his words and the way he was still slamming into you was enough to finally help you reach that peak for the second time that night. This time when your orgasm hit you, it did so almost violently, making you clench hard around Jungkook as you came with a cry of his name, almost falling forward if he wasn’t holding you so tight.

You forced yourself to look back at the mirror because not far behind you, Jungkook reached his own high, and you wanted to see him fall apart.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I’m cumming, I-” Jungkook let out a broken moan, his head thrown back as he wrapped both arms around you. You felt him spilling into you as his hips sputtered while he continued to fuck you through it. He thrusted a few more times, placing kisses everywhere on you that he could reach as your name fell from his lips like a mantra.

Both of you were breathing heavy, you still reaching behind him to thread your fingers through his hair and him now placing a kiss on your temple. He looked at the mirror and rested his chin on your shoulder, smiling at you. You both looked fucked out, and you didn’t think you would ever get over Jungkook’s beauty.

He placed one last kiss to your shoulder before he released his hold on you to turn you so you were facing him. You were still a little wobbly from your orgasm, so he steadied you and let you rest against him. He pulled both of you down so that you were seated on the bed, mostly in his lap.

You stayed that way for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence, listening to the mingled sounds of your breathing and faint heartbeats. Eventually, Jungkook nosed your cheek so you’d look up at him again.

“How does a shower sound,” he asked, brushing a few strands of hair back from your face. You nodded and he picked you up to carry you since your legs still weren’t to be trusted. The two of you shared a nice, warm shower, wrapped up in each other as the water cascaded over you. Even though the two of you were tangled in the throws of passion not long before, you still took time to explore each other’s bodies now, speaking with delicate touches and soft kisses until the water turned cold.

You almost couldn’t believe that Jungkook was here and that this was actually happening, somewhat terrified that you were only dreaming and would wake up any second.

But as he was standing before you, helping you dry off and get ready to settle back into bed, you realized that it wasn’t a dream. It was your reality, one you’d dreamt of for so long, that had finally come true.

And as much as that made you happy, it also frightened you. Because there was the one, lingering question that needed to be answered: now what?

Jungkook must have sensed your worry when the two of you were laying down once more, snuggled underneath the sheets. You had your head on his chest and one leg draped over him, while he had an arm under you that was wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close to him.

“So,” he started, “do you wanna talk about it?”

You yawned, the events of the day having completely drained you. “Talk about what?”

“About everything. About what happened, earlier and just now…about us?”

You peeked up at him and saw his brows were furrowed; he was just as worried as you, and what you both needed now more than ever was reassurance from one another.

Before you could respond, he continued. “I know today was a lot, literally life changing for you, and I don’t regret what happened between us at all. I love you so much, I really do,” he sighed, “but I want to be sure that what happened wasn’t just- circumstantial, you know?”

You sat up in a panic. “Jungkook, no, oh my God- I would never do that to you.” You caressed his face and he leaned into your palm, as he’d done on many occasions before. You saw your own worry and uncertainty reflected back at you through his eyes and all you wanted to do was take away all his worries.

That’s all you ever wanted to do.

“Jungkook, I didn’t sleep with you out of vulnerability. I did it because I wanted to,” you took his face in both of your hands now, “because I love you. I want to be with you. And I’ll tell you that as many times as I need to. Ok?”

Jungkook nodded, sighing once more. “I believe you. Where do we go from here, though? I mean, say we date. Who’s to say I’m the right match for you? Like-”

“Koo, you could literally turn it around and say the same thing for me.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you. “Absolutely not. There’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re the one for me.”

You giggled. “And that’s how I feel about you. So, if you want to give it a shot-” you rested your head on his chest again, still looking up at him, “I want to try.”

“Do you even have to ask? I’ve only wanted this for like 7 years, no big deal or anything.” His sarcastic tone made you laugh, and you turned to place a kiss on his chest, right above his heart.

“Then I don’t think there’s anything else to talk about, do you?”

“Well…there is one thing,” his response made you peek up at him again.

“What’s that?”

He brought one of your hands up to his face, placing a kiss on your knuckles. “Don’t freak out, but – what are we doing about tomorrow?”

“Fuck, I forgot all about that!” You tried to jump up but Jungkook was still holding you firmly against his chest.

“What did I literally just say about not freaking out?” He looked at you amusedly as you fought – to no avail – to free yourself from his hold. You finally gave up with a huff, admitting defeat and sinking back down onto his chest.

“Look, we’ll figure everything out about tomorrow together, yeah? Everything will be ok.”

“But I have to cancel everything and all the people who were gonna show up and oh my God, Jungkook, what are we gonna tell my parents-”

“They always liked me better anyway, I’m sure they’ll be thrilled,” Jungkook answered, still as unbothered as ever. You groaned as you buried your face in his chest, feeling the rumble of his laughter.

“Koo, I’m serious,” your response was muffled by his chest.

“Angel,” he called to you, the name still making you feel warm all over and your heart all fluttery. “Listen to me. We’ll handle it together. Ok? And not just tomorrow, we’ll handle everything together.” He pulled you up and more onto his lap while he kissed you deeply.

“You and me, we’re a team. Now, and forever. I love you so much. Always have,” he kissed you again, this one different than all the ones before, almost like he was trying to show you just how much he loved you with that single action. “Always will.”

“And I’ll prove it to you every day. You’ll be sick of hearing it, trust me.” His sincerity made you giggle, and you felt like for the first time in a while, everything would be ok. You could breathe easy again.

“For now, though, I think sleep is what both of us need. I don’t know about you, but I just did some strenuous exercise, so-”

You lightly smacked his shoulder as you rolled your eyes. “You’ll live.” He grinned at you and shifted so that you both were in the same position prior to your conversation. You snuggled up close against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” you told him as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. Jungkook hummed.

“Hmm, well don’t let it keep you from sleeping. It’s gonna continue to do that, you know.” You smiled at his joke and yawned once more, the promise of a good night’s sleep taunting you as your eyelids closed.

Before you completely succumbed to slumber, you heard Jungkook say one last thing as he held you closer.

“Only for you.”

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1 Year Later

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A/N: And we have reached the end! Well, the end of this chapter at least. :) I’m also linking Jungkook’s cover of Paper Hearts by Tori Kelly, since it’s such a beautiful rendition and also the song lyrics in the fic. Thank you for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it! 💜

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