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Show Me Something (M)

↳ Title | Show Me Something

↳ Pairings | Jeon Jungkook x reader

↳ Genre | Road Trip!au, Friends to Enemies to Lovers!au, First Love!au, Smut, Voyeurism

↳ Prompt | Take a Road Trip

↳ Summary | He was your first kiss years ago, only to become your first heartbreak the next day. Your life would have been much easier if only you would forget about him and move on, instead of having to see him almost every day because your best friend had fallen in love with his best friend. When your pal had suggested having a road trip for the final days of summer break before going back to campus, you said yes for a reprieve. Too bad she forgot to tell you about the two extra passengers tagging along. One of which is the boy who still has a tight hold of your heart without either of you even knowing it.

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Heavy angst, slow burn, implied domestic abuse (briefly mentioned), mutual pining with a hint of sexual tension, public massage, public sex, lots of make up sex, car sex, undeniably non-hygienic act of penetration sex, breast play, nipple play (male receiver, in which Jungkook has sensitive nipples), extensive foreplay (clothed foreplay, clit play, fingering, cunnilingus/female receiver), cum play, creampie, dirty talk, thigh riding, hand job, piercing play, size kink (?), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation. Jungkook has tattoos. He also has dick and nipple piercings.

↳ Word count | 51,7k words (I’m sorry T^T)

↳ Cross-post | AO3 | Inkitt

↳ Song Companion | Evrdo - Circle // The Ambientalist - Missing You // THEY. - Count Me In // Teflon Sega - No Turning Back // Tim Schaufert - Our Wreckage (feat. Yosie) // DPR Ian - Nerves

In your memories, he would always be the same ten-year-old boy you first met at the school gate many years ago.

Still standing at the same height as yours, there was no need for you to tilt your head up to look at him then. Even though he would still find his way to ruffle your hair to make it clear that he was going to be way taller than you would be in the future.

In your memories, he is still the same thin figured boy you grew up with. The boy who barely cared about his messy hair, letting some fall over his face while the others were jutting up to various directions on the top of his head from the amount of time he had been ruffling them with his hands out of nerves.

He would still be the same boy you would find standing still with his eyes rounded wide in astonishment whenever he was curious or interested in something. The sweet innocent boy who would be nibbling or licking his lips when he was thinking hard or when he was shy. The same boy who would come to your house, sometimes still wearing the uniform from his martial arts class and still sweaty after practice, only to pull you away from your room or any dark shadow you were wallowing yourself in to get you out and into the light. He would be tugging you along with him as he ran through the front yard, letting you follow him wherever he would go to help you forget about your troubles at home.

In your memories, he was the only person who could bring the light in your dark. The one who would listen to you when you had no one to run to. Whose warm eyes and innocent smile would always be able to make you believe that he could make a difference.

And for you, he did. Even if it was only for a limited time.

He had helped you create the little bubble where only you and him existed together. Where he made you feel safe and protected. Where you felt well taken care of under his warmth.

He was the one who gave you reasons to believe, to open your eyes before you finally became brave enough to open your heart for him. He was your best friend, and a lot more.

Holding his hand made you feel like everything was right in the world and nothing could ever come between you to tear you both apart. For the beginning of your teenage years, he had been a huge part of it. And you had thought that he would become a part of so much more.

Until he wasn’t.

And it took only one kiss to ruin it all.

The sound of the running car engine is what catches your attention first before you finally see it coming.

The white jeep, still shining clean under the sunlight without a single scratch on sight, comes rolling down your parents’ driveway with your best friend, Tia, smiling broadly from the driver’s seat. She smugly honks the horn a couple of times just as you run out of the front door and jump off the porch to welcome her arrival, assisting her the best you could as she carefully parks the fancy new jeep behind your Dad’s old car.

“We’re ready to hit the road, baby!” she sings out loud, making a big scene of it as she steps out of the jeep, twirling and dancing around you excitedly while you are still in awe at her new fancy ride.

“It looks way better than it did in those photos you sent me,” you marvel with a smile, gently touching the fresh paint as if the jeep is made of glass.

“I know, right?”

Tia carries on to talk about the new ride, gushing and bragging about everything she loves about it as she follows you into your home. You share her excitement with a few hops on your footsteps, unable to wait any longer to finally be able to take it for a drive. With what you have planned with your best pal, that first drive would certainly not be a short one. It wouldn’t be just a roll around the neighbourhood like what you did when you first got your car at seventeen, but it would be an exciting drive way out of the city. A whole new adventure that you had only seen in the movies. Except that it would involve you and your best friend of ten years and the long drive halfway across the country.

“Have you finished packing?” Tia asks you as she takes a seat in the dining room, waiting patiently as you turn to the fridge to grab her a bottle of iced water. Having been friends since junior high, Tia has become quite familiar with your home. She had almost become a permanent resident of your dining room at some point for how often she came by for weekend sleepovers and on your regular girls’ nights before high school came and went. “Don’t forget to grab your bikinis, we might have enough time to make a stop at the beach and get some extra sun on the last day if we can get there on time. And don’t forget that we’re stopping at The Pier, the amusement park we went to last year. It could be the final weeks for The Pier to run before it shuts down when the weather gets colder, it would be fun to play around and try out the rides before we set out to campus.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten everything I needed,” you reassure her. In fact, you have finished packing up your things ever since the moment she laid out the plans that she had made for both of you to have a chance to enjoy her new ride to the fullest.

The plan is simple, even if the initial idea has been pretty wild. Even for the two of you.

Both you and Tia are required to return on campus for the new term which starts in fall, which is merely a little over a week from now. With the summer break ending and Tia getting a new car for her birthday, both of you have decided to savour the final moments of summer break by taking the fresh ride for a road trip back to campus instead of having it shipped away. You are going to be taking turns driving the jeep halfway across the country, taking the furthest route so you could explore the areas that you have never been before, enjoy some sightseeing and visit as many tourist spots you could find along the way. Extending the trip that would have needed merely less than two days into approximately four days long trip from your hometown back to campus.

You have made plans for this trip since mid-summer. The excitement has been rolling through you ever since Tia first came up with the idea that it has become the only thing you could focus on for the whole week. The plan has always been about testing out her new jeep while crossing a few things that have been on her personal bucket list—

“Visit an old, possibly haunted house that has not been set up like those amusement park rides. Find the weirdest museum we could possibly get to on our route. Sleep under the stars. Then spend the whole day and night at the beach closest to campus to feel everything that we have missed throughout our time in college with all the crazy schedules and back to back classes. Get as much sun as we could get before being cooped up in the dorms.”

Those were the items that had been added to the list that Tia had proposed to you, which was pretty obvious that it was something that she had kept in mind for a long time. It didn’t take much for Tia to convince you to get along with it. Not only because she has always been quite persuasive when it comes to getting you to do the things she wants to, but you had also started feeling like you would need some changes to happen before college term would start again.

It wasn’t like you had that many experiences on travelling either, with your Dad constantly being sick when you were younger and your Mom always busy taking care of the house. Even after your Dad finally had his heart transplant five years ago, travelling had yet to become a top priority in your family. Except for the school trips that you had taken with your classmates, or the day when you got accepted at college and your family had travelled with you to drop you off at the dorm, there had not been many occasions where you or your family would have gone up and leave home.

You have been in the middle of discussing and listing out all the places that both you and Tia want to visit throughout the trip, marking the spots in your Google Map, too focused on it that neither of you are aware of it when your mother enters the room. She tries to act like she isn’t listening in when she hovers around the kitchen, playing it off as if she is about to prepare for lunch. But the way her lips curl down to a thin line the moment you catch her staring at you says differently.

As your gazes meet, your mother lays out her thoughts in the open. It is obvious enough that she had given it some thought for the past week alone.

“I still think that it’s a bad idea for you two to take this trip. It’s too far for a drive and God knows what might happen along the way. It would’ve been better if one of your brothers could join and drive you there safely instead of just you girls—”

Your eyes grow wide with horror at the mention of your and Tia’s brothers, and you find your best friend doing the same the moment you glance over to her. Just like the two of you, your brothers are the same age and have become pretty much best buddies since they were kids. And though they barely care about you and Tia and would usually show no interest in mingling with their sisters’ business, you know that both boys would gladly take any offer that would be given to them as long as it involves any mischievous deeds they could get in ruining your plans.

Your older brother, Namjoon, doesn’t drive. Yet he gets worried easily and he loves to analyze everything happening around him that having him in the car while you are driving always makes you nervous. Meanwhile, Tia’s brother, Hoseok, is a good driver. Always the ever punctual brother that he would have much preferred to be driving you straight to campus instead of taking the round route that you two have chosen to take on within this trip.

Taking either one of the boys would only ruin the plans that you have made together with Tia. Taking both of them? Well—you wouldn’t even dare to imagine what that would be like.

Judging from the way Tia’s body stiffens beside you with the mirroring expression appearing on her face, you know that she is thinking the same thing.

“Mom, it’s going to be okay. We’re both adults now and taking them with us will only take away the fun. And we promise to drive carefully. I already showed you the motels and the B&Bs we’ll be staying in along the trip.” You try to sound as calm as possible to convince your mother. But judging from the way she is still looking at you disapprovingly says that you are not doing such a good job at it. Thankfully, Tia is quick to jump in and help.

“That’s right. And it won’t completely be just the two of us. Jaehyun is currently staying at his grandparents’ house right outside of town and we’ll be picking him up along the way so he could join us,” she says, while you whip your head to look at her.

“He is? Since when?”

Tia’s eyes grow wide. “Oh, shoot. I’m sorry, it must’ve slipped my mind. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you,” she says with a grimace.

Looking at her, you actually find no problem about having her boyfriend joining this trip. Perhaps you should have expected that he would be there or that she would ask him to tag along, since the couple rarely shows up without the other. And it has been something that you have grown used to.

Tia has been dating Jaehyun since forever. The three of you have known each other since early grade school, and you were the first one to reveal that the two had secretly been having a crush on each other for years. It wasn’t until when the beginning of high school came about and they became official, all because Jaehyun came rushing to ask her out after finding out that one of the jocks at school was planning to take her out to the movies one time.

You have always liked Jaehyun, which is why you have no problem having him around and joining the trip. The only problem you have with him is the attachment he has with a certain boy that you loathe the most.

Deciding that Jaehyun would be a much better choice than any of the male siblings in question—even if you have to end up being the third wheel during this trip—you shrug it off and plaster a grin on your face. “It’s fine, I guess,” you tell her, before turning to your mother. “See? We have Jaehyun with us so it won’t be just us girls. We’ll be fine, Mom. Promise.”

Thankfully, mentioning another passenger joining you is already enough to convince your mother to have a change of heart. Especially when she knows him well enough to know that Jaehyun can be trusted when it comes to guarding the two of you. With a sigh of relief, your mother finally gives in. “Well, if you say so. I’m sure that Jaehyun can watch you two and make sure you’re safe. It would certainly make both me and your Dad feel a bit at ease if there’s someone trustworthy around you.”

You look over and share a smile with Tia as your mother finally turns away and continues what she has been doing, neither of you would bother to hide the sigh of relief that follows the moment your eyes meet each other. That was surely a close call, but you are glad to escape that. Now, as the excitement of the upcoming adventure starts coming back into the room, you could only hope that nothing else could ruin the plans that you are about to have with your pal.

The day has finally arrived.

The two of you had taken off from Tia’s house at the first light of dawn, following your Dad’s advice to leave early. He had been so adamant that moving ahead of the morning traffic would help you give you a good start so you could reach the outskirts of the city sometime before lunch. You had stayed the night at her place and the excitement had been running high that it took hours before either of you finally went to bed, sending you both rushing to get ready when you came close to not waking up on time in the morning.

Despite the ruckus that happened before you departed, the trip has begun smoothly so far.

The weather has been beautiful all morning. With the bright sun shining above and the warm summer breeze accompanying your start, the trip begins with a light mood. The morning air felt so refreshing as the jeep drove off from the neighbourhood you live in and into the heart of the city that you had kept the windows opened until you enter the highway leaving the city.

Tia had taken the first turn on the wheel, giving you the responsibility of navigating the way using the GPS system while choosing the right radio station to tune into. The morning drive has been filled with both of you singing to any song that has been playing on the radio, letting the rush of adrenaline fill the air.

Taking it easy on the first day of what would be a four days long trip, a few stops have already been made. Having Tia’s Mom packed some breakfast for you to eat along the ride—and to save up money—certainly couldn’t stop both of you from stopping by to grab coffee and doughnuts at your favourite bakery shop before heading out to the city. Followed by visiting your old school to take some photos together at the front gate while reminiscing your childhood together and how the two of you had become friends, then stopping by to visit the local gallery and a couple of the city monuments you passed by for more pictures, then stopping to buy groceries—mostly drinks and snacks—and what was supposed to be a three to four hours worth of trip leading to the small satellite town where Jaehyun’s grandparents live has easily stretched out into nearly six hours.

Add that with the increasing traffic that has somehow started early on this particular day, making it seem even longer for you to reach the city’s border. You even had taken turns to take the wheel between breaks already to save up enough energy, all while taking the chance to get used to driving the new jeep before finally heading to the main road for the journey.

Tia’s phone has been blasting for the past hour with Jaehyun’s frantic voice wondering where you two are. Each phone call is filled with questions that he throws either of you to make sure that you are not getting into any trouble on the road already or that you are not lost on the way to find him. It takes a lot of convincing from Tia’s side while you are on the wheels before Jaehyun finally stops panicking and begins to instruct you two on how to reach the meeting point where he would be seeing you two later, since visiting his grandparents would have taken too long when there is still a long way—and lots of places—to go to.

It is already way past lunchtime when you finally reach the meeting point that Jaehyun had talked about on the phone. Driving carefully down the neighbouring town’s road, you follow Tia’s instruction until you find the small diner that Jaehyun had chosen. Located not too far from the intercity highway, the place looks perfect as a meeting point and as a pitstop for a lot of other travellers.

The diner is still packed with the lunch crowd when you step inside, but it feels good enough to be able to stretch out your legs that it doesn’t bother you to wait a few minutes longer until Tia finds a small empty booth way at the back of the seating area.

“Ah, finally,” Tia says, groaning the moment her butt lands on the plush seats. “You know, I didn’t think we were going to have to drive this long just to get here.”

“We wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t insist on making so many stops already,” you only tease her, chuckling when she rolls her eyes. You take the seat right in front of her, facing the back of the diner while she faces the front. She has been anxious about seeing Jaehyun again after he left to see his grandparents over a week ago that she would never settle on looking away from the front door.

“Can’t help it. I didn’t have enough time to go sightseeing back home with my parents hounding me with all the family time they insisted everyone have. It’s not often for them to have Hoseok and me back home at the same time,” she says while absentmindedly reaching out to the complimentary snacks that the diner has set up on your table.

“Right, I keep forgetting that he rarely comes home,” you mutter, as you think about Hoseok and his preferences of staying on campus and taking on side jobs or extra classes on breaks instead of coming home. Your brother is practically the same. Both of them are complete opposites to you and Tia in regards to how they both spend their free time. Just enough reasons why you rarely mingle with each other.

The conversation halts when the waitress comes by your table to take your order. Even with all the snacks and the light meal that you have had through the morning drive, you find yourself practically drooling when you open the menu. You soon realise that you are not the only one, however, when Tia makes a huge order which includes a double cheeseburger and two large sets of fries with a glass of strawberry milkshake on the side. Even the waitress has to hide her smirk when you make the same order, then proceed into asking about their house special pies to have a taste as your dessert.

“How are we still hungry after all that snacks we ate?”

Tia only answers you with a shrug, but only after slipping the last bite of the breadstick that she has been snacking on ever since she first sat down. “Adrenaline rush,” she says after swallowing. “I think all the hype and energy that we felt about making this trip required some extra fuel, hence the constant hunger.”

She stops, already looking around until her eyes land on the waiter who is walking by your table with a refill of breadsticks to add to the next table. The young waiter stops in his tracks when he catches on Tia’s hopeful gaze following him. The breadsticks end up landing on your table instead, and the conversation continues with both of you finishing them before your order has even arrived.

“I think we would need to make a quick stop to grab more supplies. How are we even going to feed Jaehyun? The boy eats three times we do,” you suddenly think out loud when you are reminded of the extra passenger who is about to arrive anytime soon.

Tia’s eyes grow wide before laughing. “I haven’t thought about that,” she murmurs, completely forgetting about her boyfriend’s big appetite. “I guess we could buy some more snacks before we hit the road. We can also make a few stops on the way later. Don’t worry about feeding him snacks and light meals today. We have a huge steakhouse to stop by tomorrow anyway.”

Rolling your eyes, you could already tell exactly what had brought Jaehyun into joining this trip. “You sold the idea of driving us by promising him a full course meal with steak, didn’t you?”

“Of course, I did. A good girlfriend would know exactly how to get into her lover’s heart.” Tia makes a dramatic gesture of placing a palm to her heart as she says this, making you shake your head at her.

“Thank goodness I like Jaehyun. At least he’s a good one,” you mull over as you pick up a breadstick, breaking it in half before taking a bite while murmuring softly. “Unlike some others.”

Tia frowns. Apparently, she could still hear you despite the loud noises happening around you. “Who?”

“You know who,” you groan, rolling your eyes on her. “It’s a good thing that he rarely follows Jaehyun around this summer. It’s hard enough to see him on campus and whenever I have to see you since you’re always with Jaehyun. I wish Jaehyun would stop letting him tag along.”

Tia raises both her hands in a mock surrender. “Hey, it’s not my fault that the boy is a bit clingy to my boyfriend.”

You scoff at her. “Then you should be grateful that your boyfriend is more attached to you instead of his buddy, Jungkook. We’ve escaped the possibility of our trip being ruined by our problematic duo of brothers, it would be a fuck up if Jungkook suddenly tags along and makes things even worse,” you speak out loud with a sigh, not knowing just how wrong you are. Yet.

Just as you mention his name, Tia looks up and glances over your shoulder, and you know that she is looking straight to the front entrance of the diner. Her eyes have an excited glint in them the way they always do when she looks at Jaehyun, only to suddenly grow wide and her skin blanches seconds later.

“What’s wrong? Is he here?”

Tia opens her mouth to speak, only to stop herself. She keeps glancing back and forth between looking at your face to where you assume Jaehyun would be coming from. Her tongue seems to get tangled as she begins to answer. “He is, but—”

You look over your shoulder, finding Jaehyun walking through the diner to make his way to your table with a guilty smile on his face. It doesn’t take you long to understand the reason why Tia is reacting funny when she sees her boyfriend or why Jaehyun seems like he has a ton of explaining to do.

Because Jaehyun had not come on his own.

Following closely right behind him is the one person that you have been dreading to see the most as the thought of this summer break ending. The one person that you have vowed to never speak to ever again. And the smug bastard is walking with his head held high, smiling smugly like he owns the place just the way he always does.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Your chest tightens when you see his eyes falling on you, lingering a few seconds longer on you before he immediately looks away. Just like he always does. You hate the way your own heart and your body is betraying you by reacting to him. You hate the thought of him joining Jaehyun on this trip, that you are going to be forced to share the tight space inside the car with him for the next few days until you reach campus—if you ever make it there at all.

You just hate everything when it comes to him. Because you despise him. And you suddenly wish you could just turn away and run, or to simply pretend that you have never known him your whole life. That he had never crushed you into pieces to have your whole body trembling in pain and anger just by looking at his stupid face.

You suddenly wish that you had taken your mother’s advice of taking your stupid brother instead.

One kiss.

It was all that it took for him to stir the tranquillity of your being, to ignite doubts and to shake your entire friendship apart, until everything rippled into a spiral of incertitude as you were engulfed in a continuous wave of passion.

He did it on your sixteenth birthday. After surprising you at your party by handing you a gift and a cake which he had bought with his allowance, ambushing you without a warning in your own backyard. It was the first kiss you had ever shared with a boy, and it was with the first boy you have ever had a crush on. It had become one of the most precious memory that you had thought you would be able to keep for eternity.

Only to have been proven wrong.

Because it didn’t take long enough for it to turn into the most dreadful memory that you could have ever had, when it had soon become the last kiss you have ever had with him.

Because the next day, everything instantly changed.

While you woke up and welcomed the new day with a new light and a heart full of hope, he did a one-eighty by disappearing. Then he stopped talking to you almost immediately. The last encounter you had with him wasn’t any better, as you were left dumbfounded, watching him run to his friends after avoiding you at the school gate when the first bell of the day was ringing. There was nothing you could do to catch up to him, not even a chance to say a thing before he completely vanished from your life. And it went on for many days after, as he continued to be absent at school for days and your calls and messages to question him about what was going on had only gone unanswered.

It continued on for a whole week, leaving you completely restless and continuously questioning if you had done something wrong to have him going out on his ways to get out of yours. It took you confiding to Tia about your problem before you were convinced to confront him, and she was there with you when you did.

Except that you were not only confronting him to understand just why he had been ghosting you, but also hurting yourself when you finally got your answers. You should have backed away when you heard the whispers, when the kids passing you in the hallways mentioned seeing him at the end of the field. You should have known that something was wrong when you asked Jaehyun just where to find him and he tried his best to lure you away. You should have listened, instead of going to the field that day and saw it happening with your own two eyes.

Your first love, your first kiss, was at the end of the field, his back pressed against the wall while he was locking lips with the most popular girl at school. You went home that day with an answer and a heartbreak, and a vow to never again give your heart away or put your fate on Jeon Jungkook.

The tension grows heavy as the trip continues, now with two more additions joining the group.

Two, not one.

You had been caught off guard when you saw Jungkook appearing at the diner together with Jaehyun, mentally unprepared to deal with seeing him on this summer break, much less to spend days with him around. It was already pretty hard for you to get used to the idea of having Jaehyun around when it was supposed to be just you and your best friend on this trip, and now you had to deal with his best friend at the same time. Even Tia was surprised to see him, which was the only reprieve you have gotten from the situation and why you knew that you were not being played by your own pal.

At least Jaehyun had been terribly apologetic about it when he noticed how the mood instantly changed the minute he joined the table.

“I’m sorry for the last minute change. Jungkook had come with me to my grandparents and told me that he has to be back on campus earlier than planned. I figured adding another substitute driver and an extra bodyguard may help us on the trip. It would save him a lot of time and money instead of having to find a last minute ticket back to campus,” he said then as he stood next to Jungkook who was watching everything with wide eyes. The shell-shocked and guilt-stricken look on his face had only shown you that perhaps Jaehyun had failed to mention about you being there too.

Talk about being burned by your own pals.

So that was why you only shrugged it off, answering him with, “It’s fine,” just to get things back on the road. Even if the entire mood had shifted and the air crackled with something ominous as Jungkook took the empty seat beside you after Jaehyun rushed to be with his girlfriend.

Which had turned out to not be the only time the same seat arrangements would be set up in.

Now that you are back on the road, you find yourself sitting in the backseat of the jeep with Jaehyun taking over the driver’s seat and Tia staying on his side, leaving Jungkook to sit at the back with you.

Seeing him at the diner felt like a punch to the gut. Sitting here next to him now feels like you are being doused in a bucket of iced water. Neither of you are speaking, letting the conversation between Jaehyun and Tia on the front seat fill the air while the soft hum of music coming from the radio continues to fill the background.

Nearly two hours had passed since the four of you had left the diner. And on that two hours of silence in the backseat, neither of you had been able to join the bickering happening at the front as Jaehyun is trying to find the exit heading to the next stop. It sure feels like an eternity even if it is much shorter than the early drive you had this morning, and you already wish for a chance to step out of the jeep to have some fresh air. Out of the stifling hot air and the tension that is beginning to suffocate you. You might need to stretch out as well the moment you could get out at the next pitstop to get rid of the stiffness that has been building up on your body from sitting sideways and looking out the window just to avoid looking at him.

Beside you, your new travel partner shifts in his seat and leans forward. His eyes are locked on the GPS device at the front seat as he helps Tia to find the tricky turnover. You have been hyperaware of every move he makes that your skin prickles as he leans in to the center. He barely touches or bumps against you as he moves around, yet you could still feel goosebumps spreading on your skin. You could blame it on the closed space that you are sharing at the back, but really, you are just too sensitive to notice his looming presence to feel his warmth as he leans close. As if his existence had truly awakened your senses, making it so easily triggered in the most alarming kind of way.

“What is this place again?” Jaehyun asks to nobody in particular as he leads the truck down the long road heading to a fancy gate with iron bars painted in gold.

“It’s an old mansion that once belonged to a rich dude who owned this entire hill,” Tia explains excitedly. “The building isn’t so big even if it housed the billionaire and his family of three generations before they all left. The main attraction is the guest house that was built like a tower and was tilted slightly to the side because of its imbalanced structure. They said they couldn’t renovate or fix the tower without risking it falling onto the main house so they just let it stay like that for years. Once the man died and his family moved away, the house had been opened publicly as a tourist spot with the tower being the main theme and the rest of the house reformed into a museum. They said the man owned a lot of weird stuff which he collected when he was young and the family kept them all there.”

“Is the place haunted?” Jungkook asks, looking more interested the more Tia tells everyone about the house. The fact that his voice stirs something deep inside your chest doesn’t really sit right with you so you choose to just stay quiet.

Tia grins, already enjoying the fact that the boys are interested to know more. You weren’t sure about visiting this place when she proposed it to you back when you were planning the trip together. It took a lot of effort on Tia’s part until you finally gave in and added this place onto the list of places to see. Though it was not like you had much choice either way. The visit is pretty inevitable since you still need to pass by the landmark before taking the interstate highway heading to the east coast where your campus is located.

“It wasn’t advertised as a haunted house, but many had said they saw something peculiar inside the tower. Especially in the tilted attic.”

“Sounds cool,” Jungkook says, nodding, clearly sharing the same excitement as Tia’s about visiting the place.

Which later explains why they both become the ones to lead the group as everyone finally enters the old mansion less than ten minutes later, after going around the parking lot to find the safest parking space for the fancy new jeep.

The place is a bit crowded, much to your surprise. You had never thought that this kind of building would hold so much appeal to tourists as you have only heard about college students using this old mansion as their study case.

“Oh, this place looks creepy, alright,” you hear Jaehyun muttering beside you as the two of you remain at the back of the group, following slowly as everyone else stays close with the guide who is leading you through the hallways heading to the tilted tower.

You look around and you cannot help but agree with him. This place looks grim. The garden outside is still blooming with rose hedges, the thick green bushes and trees could be seen through the windows as you walk past them down the halls. But the main building itself looks—and feels—dead. The mansion and the entirety of its estate have been kept the way it was built nearly a century ago, with only minor renovations being done here and there to keep everything standing.

The wallpapers have turned into a much darker colour. Yet, with old furnitures and antique lamp fixtures being hanged all over the places, it feels like you have gone back through time. Except that you are looking at everything through an old screen instead of being present in time, with all the faded colours looking like you are seeing them through a filter instead of having them right before your own two eyes. A few creaks are heard on the wooden flooring, coming not only from your side but from the other rooms as other tourists are scouring around the place. There are some pictures and paintings hung on the wall, and it feels like all of their eyes are following you as you walk past by.

“How did you girls find this place, by the way?” he asks, whispering to you so the tour guide who is busy explaining things to Jungkook and Tia at the front won’t hear him speak.

“I met an Architecture major student in one of my minor classes and he talked about this place once. He was using this place as a study case on old buildings. Tia got so interested after hearing about it and insisted to stop by when she found out that this place is on our way.”

Jaehyun nods, and you continue to listen as the guide explains about the rooms around you before she turns around the corner to lead the rest of the way. While Jungkook and Tia continue to follow her, matching her quick footsteps ahead, you match Jaehyun’s steps as he slows down.

“Hey, I want to say I’m sorry again. About Jungkook,” he says once the three of them disappear around the corner. “I know that it’s awkward between you.”

You let out a scoff. “Saying it as awkward is an understatement of the year.”

Jaehyun only chuckles. “Yeah, I know. I felt some weird vibes burning on the back of my neck while I was driving,” he jokes, making you laugh. Guess you were not the only one feeling the tension rising inside the jeep. “No, but really, I’m sorry for catching you off guard. I should’ve said something about him joining us.”

Oh, he is right about catching you completely off guard when he had every chance to warn you beforehand. But again, you wave him off. “I already told you, it’s fine. Tia also forgot to tell me that you were joining us in the first place anyway so I should’ve known to be prepared for even more surprises when it comes to spending time with her.”

This sure surprises him for a moment that he laughs. “She gets like that sometimes. She forgets small details when she’s too excited about working on something.”

“I know. Which is why we’re the more organised ones.”

“Exactly.”

It finally becomes obvious for you that Jaehyun had kept you behind just so he could talk to you. Once you have finally caught up with the rest of the group at the tilted tower, Jaehyun nods at you appreciatively before rushing forward to join Tia. You only watch them from the corner of the room as they begin to venture through the center hall of the tower together.

Being left alone, you start to look around and make your way to the center. Staying close to the walls and the railings that had been built there for guidance to keep yourself balanced on the tilted floor, you watch as most of the people in the room are doing the same while taking in the view.

The walls are similar to what you have seen mostly in the main house, with chipped wooden walls and mouldy wallpapers, except that they are all standing at odd angles. The floor is completely slanted that taking each step forward feels disorienting. The tower itself had looked like it would fall anytime soon when you looked at it from the outside, and it doesn’t look any better on the inside as you find everything standing or hanging in similar angles to the rest of the building. The wall sconces that are hanging on the corners look like they are falling sideways along with the gravity. Even the chandelier hanging from the ceiling right at the center tilts at a weird angle as the ceilings are slanted together with the entire building.

Even if this place is not quite haunted as you and Tia believed it would, this whole place still screams mystery and horror on its own, looking like the perfect setting for a horror movie. Perhaps that is what attracts all these people in, except that you are beginning to find it hard to enjoy the view as you keep on walking.

You have to force your eyes to close as your head cannot quite wrap around the disconnect between the tilted floors and slanted walls and how your body keeps trying to hold itself upright. At one point, you stop moving as you feel an unsettling sense of being the one off-center weighing you down. Even the guardrails you are clutching onto are not giving you a sense of balance.

You are starting to feel sick. And yet, in the midst of disorientation, you manage to find a focal point in the room for you to hold on to.

Your eyes could easily find Jungkook through the crowd, finding him looking around the room with a pair of wide, curious eyes, silently taking everything in with pure interest clear in them. Your memory brings you back to grade school, when he walked with you during one of the school trips visiting an old art museum where he continued to look at everything he saw then with the same gaze, all while wondering about how and where they all had come from.

He still has those eyes, you quickly realise.

Still filled with wonder, when he is looking at everything around him as if he is trying to analyse everything while memorising every single detail he is seeing. He looks like he is in his own zone, not caring where the rest of the group has separated to nor does he care about the crowd of people going around him to find balance.

For the most part, he looks like a lost child in the middle of the room, trying to find his way forward while everyone is stumbling around him. On the other hand, he also looks like he is an odd element, looking out of place while completely balanced in the midst of chaos.

It would have been endearing to witness if only you don’t hate him so much. And you hate how your anger rises the more you watch him go around ahead of you.

It seems unfair when you watch him walking ahead without so much of a stumble, that he could balance himself perfectly still while the others couldn’t.

Still, you keep your eyes on him as you slowly begin to ascend through the short flight of stairs, following him to reach the upper attic where the main attraction of the tower would be at. You tell yourself that you are simply doing it just to keep yourself grounded, knowing that if you look anywhere else, you would lose that stability once again and nothing could stop you from toppling down on the ground. For some reason, it seems to be working, even if you hate to admit that he is actually helping you just being there.

But as you finally begin to gain control of yourself and start pacing through the room with more ease, a woman stumbles on her feet, knocking you off that you lose your grip on the railings. Having your attention pulled away from your center and your balance is suddenly gone, your head begins to spin. Just when you are seconds away from falling, a strong arm wraps itself around your waist, stopping you from falling flat on the floor.

The hand on your waist squeezes and you open your eyes to look at your saviour, only to find Jungkook there holding you to his side.

“Are you alright?” he asks, looking deeply concerned. He lifts a hand to your face, immobilising you under his gaze. “You look sick. Let’s get you out of here before you pass out.”

You open your mouth, but quickly shut it close when you feel like you are going to throw up. So you only nod your head and let him guide you out the door.

Just like how he managed to get around so easily, he finds no trouble in getting you out of that place. The moment you are out in the open air and your feet are back on solid—way more normal—ground, you heave a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him once you manage to find your voice again, though you still sound hoarse and breathless as you are still trying to recover. But Jungkook still doesn’t let you go.

“Take it easy,” he says when you try to pull away and your legs sway beneath you, coming close to giving up already, as if you are still on the stilted ground. You have no other choice but to cling to him until your brain could settle itself again.

But clinging to him only becomes another inconvenience, when your head is resting right on top of his beating heart and your palm could feel the heat of his chest from over his shirt. The exceptionally firm chest, with hard planes of abs and solid ridges lining down his chest and lower abdomen. Everything that his shirt has failed to hide.

Being tangled to him like this allows you to feel everything. To actually feel how much he had grown into a real, grown man over the years. You open your eyes and look up to him the moment your head had stopped spinning, finding him looking at you with eyes filled with worry. Being this close to him reminds you of the day he kissed you. He had come this close before the kiss finally happened. Even if he wasn’t this much taller then.

Your heart skips a beat just as the memory returns, snapping you right out of it, but only after your gaze slips and falls onto his lips before finally looking away.

“You can let me go now,” you whisper, feeling your throat dry all of a sudden.

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking hesitant to let you go. He keeps his arms hovering close to your side when he does, afraid that you might still fall.

Strange how the sight of him worrying about you only annoys you more. Pain grips at your chest when you find it even harder now to fight the attraction, the need to stay close to him grows stronger once you are at a distance, as if there is a part of you that still clings to the past. You wish you could wrap yourself in your anger just to keep him at arms’ length, just so you won’t be feeling the need to return to his strong arms again.

“Yes. It’s fine,” you snap at him, surprising both him and yourself with how harsh the tone of your voice had come out. You wince when you see his wide eyes looking pained as he finally lets you go. You bite your lips, suddenly feeling like a terrible person for snapping at him after what he had done to help you. But as you are trying to figure out how to apologise properly, Tia’s voice interrupts you as she comes running to your side.

“________,” she calls you, and you reluctantly turn to her, not realising that you have been staring at Jungkook the whole time until you see her coming. “What happened? Are you okay? We saw Jungkook dragging you out of there from upstairs. Sorry it took us forever to get down, that place got us all disoriented.”

“I’m okay now,” you quickly respond to her, instantly leaning against her when she has her arm around your shoulders. You look up to Jungkook, finding him staring at you silently with his hands clenched on his sides. His whole body seems tense, and you have no idea what is going on in his head.

Right beside you, Tia continues to ramble about how strange the tower had made her feel and marvelling on everything she had seen while she was in the building, completely oblivious to the fact that you have your eyes locked on Jungkook’s deep gaze, neither of you making any move or saying a word. As if you are both locked in place and everything around you had stopped.

Feeling the dizziness returning all so suddenly while you are lost in his gaze, you shake it off and softly announce to everyone. “I need to find a restroom and freshen up, if that’s okay.”

Tia instantly stops her rants and turns to her boyfriend, who has been strangely silent that you had almost forgotten that he is also there. “Right. Babe, can you and Jungkook maybe get us some drinks? Let me help _____ freshen up for a moment,” she says. You could only vaguely see him nodding, barely noticing how he looks between you and Jungkook a bit strangely before turning away.

“Okay, see you back here,” he says, patting Jungkook’s shoulder to have his friend join him.

“You sure you’re okay?” Tia whispers to you while the boys make their way to the guide to ask for directions.

“I will be. I just need to wash my face and get myself hydrated. I think the heat also helped me feel dizzy,” you answer her, yet you find it hard to look at her way. Your eyes are still on Jungkook, watching him listening patiently as the Jaehyun talks to the guide. Your cheeks are still flushed, though you are not completely sure if they had appeared on your skin from being so overwhelmed and unwell or if Jungkook was purely responsible for it.

“Aren’t you glad that Jungkook was there? Can’t imagine what would have happened if he weren’t. We were too far away and we didn’t see you until you were limping away to the front door with Jungkook holding you up.”

You have nothing to say to respond to her this time. Not when you are not too sure about what you should be feeling about having Jungkook being the one to save the day. You are grateful that he had helped you, that he was even aware that you were having trouble when you didn’t even realise he even noticed you around. But being close to him like you did earlier had made you question things. Things like your feelings, your anger, and the fact that you are suddenly being drawn to him after years of trying to ignore his existence.

You wonder if the attraction never truly died. Even when you were hating him for years for what he had done. And you are supposed to hate him still.

You wish you could grab him and ask him the reason behind him giving you cold shoulders years ago and why he had betrayed you then. But does it even matter? Because from what you have seen from him over the years and the fact that he is acting like nothing had ever happened between you is only showing you that he doesn’t care.

And thinking about it still hurts. If only you could understand him better and know why he had to hurt you. Because no matter how much you look at him and try to read him, there is no possible way for you to ever be able to read his thoughts. Even now, when he is listening attentively to the other people around him talking, he isn’t giving away anything, keeping his face blank with no expression to display what might be going inside his head. Which only leaves you to wonder if the connection you felt with him earlier truly happened.

Then he suddenly looks up, looking straight at you, and the heat coming from his glowing eyes seems to nail you on the spot, rendering you unable to move. You stay still, too afraid that you might break if you make the first move. Until he suddenly turns around and leaves, following Jaehyun as they rush out to the gift shop nearby, as they continue their mission on trying to find some refreshments for you and Tia. You watch him as he goes, a breath gets caught in your throat as the sight of his retreating back pulls you back to the past. Back when he was deliberately avoiding you when you had needed him the most.

“Earth to ______,” you hear Tia’s voice snapping you back to present. She is shaking her head when you look over, scoffing at you while you are blinking away the daze that has formed in your eyes. “That poor boy. You were practically murdering him with your eyes.”

“I was not!” you protest, only to have her laughing as she wraps an arm around your shoulders and begins to lure you away to the ladies’ room.

Tia’s lips flatten into a thin smile. “Right. So you were just admiring his pretty face, then?”

You open your mouth to respond, only to stop yourself when every single answer you could think of only feels like a lie. “I can’t help it. Looking at him makes me feel—”

Things.

A lot of things.

Mostly the things that you had never wanted to ever feel again. Looking at him had always stirred something inside you that you could never control. Which is why you had been doing the best you could to stay away from him in college.

“You know I can’t really hide my feelings. It’s hard when the only thing I feel when I see him is to get angry. Don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten what he did. You were there.” You scowl just as you are being reminded of the past.

Tia basically scoffs. “How could I forget? You practically drowned yourself in those vodka jello shots when we were at Mina’s party the day after it happened, even when you had never once drunk any alcohol before that day,” she says, not adding the fact that she had witnessed you crying for the rest of the day after you caught him on the field that day, and then the day after, and the day after that, until a week passed and you only stopped because you were too exhausted to cry.

You nod your head when she says nothing else. “Then you know that I hate him.”

Your best friend only shakes her head at that. “Everyone knows, babe. Everyone remembers. Everybody saw how he turned cold on you back in high school,” she says, surprising you with her words. Only because neither of you had ever tried to talk about it even after years had passed. And even when she did ever bring it up, it had always been about how you would ever going to forgive him and stop avoiding him on campus. “Everyone also remembers how you began seeing other guys once you recovered from that blow. You were kissing them at school for everyone to see, it was pretty hard to miss.”

There was nothing condescending about the way she brings it up, but it still makes you grit your teeth and you have to avoid looking at her before you would snap. There is no possible way to explain to her that you were only doing those things—firstly—out of spite. You wanted Jungkook to see you kissing others, just to give him a taste of his medicine while giving him a message that you were not giving a damn of what he was doing with other girls.

Even if it did hurt. Even if you were acting like a player just to hide the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you kept hurting each time you did.

“A girl has needs,” is all you could say to her, while trying not to show how bitter it makes you feel to lie.

Surprisingly, Tia only nods and doesn’t even try to ask more. “Indeed she does,” she says, chuckling softly. Yet the look on her face is completely unreadable when you look at her again. “Don’t worry, you sent your message loud and clear. He knows that you had moved on. Him? Not so sure.”

What?

It feels like your heart skips a beat before you could finally breathe again. You want to shake your head to make sure that you were hearing things right. There is no possible way that Jungkook would be thinking of you all these years. Right? Because he sure went out of his way to show that you weren’t even worth his time when he went off to choose other girls and walk out of your life without so much of a goodbye.

“And? That’s not my problem.”

You hate the way you had nearly snapped when you said those words. But you refuse to care. You just can’t, as long as it is related to Jungkook. Just like he had refused to care about your feelings then when he dumped you merely moments after giving you a slither of hope.

However, the moment you walk into the restroom and you are left alone in your thoughts. You suddenly feel like the heavyweight of your lies is beginning to overwhelm you. Because deep down, you know that you are simply lying to yourself. There is a part of you that still cares, hidden somewhere underneath as you try to bury all the hurt over the years.

Looking at your own reflection in the mirror, you replay the moment when you exchanged gazes with him before he walked away.

Did I really look so pissed off when I was looking at him? You wonder, only to bite your lips instead of asking it out loud. Not when you are not completely sure how to feel about it.

Because the truth is, all you could think of when you looked at him was to wonder how soft his lips looked and how you wanted to kiss him again the way you did six years ago.

Your fingers tremble as you brush them across your lips, suddenly feeling the ghost of his lips present right there on that spot. Then your chest clenches tight with the reminder of your old wound, and you quickly snap out of it and begin to splash some water over your face to eliminate the warmth spreading on your face. But the dark shade on your flushed skin is still present when you look at yourself in the mirror again. And you know that there is no possible way that you could face him again when you are acting like this.

God, what the hell is wrong with you?

Things start to become a bit easier on the rest of the ride.

Okay, not entirely true, but close enough. At least the tension is no longer suffocating as you sit quietly through the trip.

Perhaps the fact that Jungkook is the one handling the wheel and you are the one sitting next to him to help navigate the way are truly helping in dissolving the strain between you little by little.

In the backseat, Jaehyun is taking his break, already dozing off after finishing a whole pack of corn chips. His head is resting on Tia’s lap while she is humming softly to the music she is listening to. Though in all honesty, you know that she is acting so casual while hiding the fact that she has been paying close attention and listening in to you and Jungkook talking. Yes, talking, instead of snapping at each other and brushing cold shoulders as you sit side by side. Even if it only includes you reading out the navigation instead of having the light talk like normal people would.

But hey, it’s a start. Right?

Then again, normal people don’t kiss and run and proceed to live as if nothing had happened, the thought suddenly slips through your mind just as you are beginning to embrace the familiarity of his presence next to you.

And there you go again, going back to the past when you are not supposed to be digging that wound open, you chastise yourself with a shake of your head. You look up just as Jungkook turns the jeep, entering a gravel-covered pathway not too far from the highway exit.

“Wait—” You nervously look around. “Did I read it wrong? Is this the right way?”

Jungkook keeps his eyes on the road and nods. “There was a sign that said ‘North Pine Springs’ right at the last junction. The arrow points this way.”

“Okay, good,” you sigh, before looking back to Tia to confirm it. “Are you sure we could see the waterfall at this hour?”

She only nods, looking so excited as she looks around, watching the sky slowly changing colours into a much darker hue. The sun comes down a bit later than normal in the summer, so while the sunset hour is passing—only because you had taken too many detours on the way here—the sky has yet to grow too dark for you to enjoy the scenery around you. “The website said it would look most beautiful during the sunset. We can set up a picnic for dinner, take some photos of the waterfall and watch the sunset there before heading out to the motel close by. We’ve checked in on the motel through the online site so we can get there anytime we want.”

“So this isn’t where you want us to sleep out tonight?” you ask her, gaining Jungkook’s attention.

“Wait, you mean you were planning to sleep in the open?”

Chuckling, you ask him curiously with raised brows. “Didn’t Jaehyun told you? One of the things in Tia’s bucket list is to sleep under the stars.”

“Ah, that explains why he insisted us to bring sleeping bags,” he says, snickering.

In the back, Tia nods. “Exactly. And no, we won’t be doing it here. We’ll be too close to the water and some reviews online said that the place would be infested with mosquitoes in times like this. Don’t worry, the motels have been arranged.”

Jungkook chuckles softly as he focuses on driving. “You girls have planned everything, haven’t you?”

“Of course, we have,” Tia brags from the backseat before they continue on to chat.

You lean back in your seat just as they begin to converse so easily. A tug is formed inside your chest as you realise how jealous you are feeling at how comfortable they are with each other. Looking out the window to avoid watching them talking, you try to focus on the sight outside instead of trying to figure out just why you are feeling this way. It suddenly makes you feel like an outsider looking in, when in fact you have known everyone in the jeep ever since you were a child.

Everything had changed since then.

You blame it all on Jungkook for ruining everything for you. For ruining your heart and trust so deeply that the two of you are now nothing but hateful strangers.

You just cannot wait until this trip is over. Because being so close to him like this only opens up more wounds. It leaves you breathless. You know that the longer you feel it, the more you are going to let it bleed out again after covering it for years. And when that happens, there is no possible way that you are going to survive it.

After nearly losing your lunch thanks to the uneventful meltdown you had at the tilted tower, the small picnic that Tia had planned for the group had become the much-needed break for everyone before carrying on with the trip.

The air felt fresh where the springs were located. The place was cozy enough for you to relax a little after being overwhelmed with a rollercoaster of emotions the whole day.

And it had only been the first day of the trip.

Having the small picnic under the trees looking over to the beautiful springs and the waterfall—which had looked a bit smaller than how you thought it would—would have been something that could easily slip your mind when it comes to having this kind of trip, but it had ended up becoming a nice change in the end. In the middle of having a light meal and snacks and taking photos in front of the beautiful scenery, you had been quick to find that you hadn’t mind having Jungkook around so much after all. Especially when the view of the sunset that had been so beautiful had managed to distract you from his presence by your side.

After spending two hours lounging around at the springs and eating dinner out in the open air, the group had finally moved along to the motel not too far away. Tia is already drained that she practically clings to Jaehyun’s side, leaving you to be the one to handle checking in for the group at the receptionist desk.

“And here you go, two bedrooms for one night stay,” says the receptionist as she hands over two sets of keycards over the counter. One to Jaehyun, and the other to Jungkook.

At first, nobody says a thing about it, yet Jaehyun and Jungkook quickly exchange glances as they silently question the situation. Until you realise that you are standing next to Jungkook—which, to a stranger’s eyes, would have given them the wrong kind of idea. So you quickly send the receptionist a quick, “Thanks,” not wanting to embarrass her by pointing out her mistakes, before pulling Jungkook away from the counter and snatching the key from his hand.

You try to ignore the surprised look he gives you when you pull the key away from his grip, and try not to read too much on the glint of disappointment flashing in his eyes when you leave his side and begin pulling Tia to your side. “Goodnight, guys. See you tomorrow,” you call out over your shoulder, before turning away and make your exit from the lobby, dragging your best friend with you to find your room while doing the best you could to ignore the heat of Jungkook’s gaze attached to your back.

After taking turns to use the bathroom and unpacking all you would need for the night, both you and Tia find yourselves falling onto the bed almost immediately. Soon, all lights are turned off and both of you are tucked under the blankets, ready to end the day with a good night sleep.

Silence has fallen for quite a while before you finally whisper through the dark, “Are you asleep yet?”

You hear nothing from her at first, making you think that perhaps she had fallen asleep, before you hear her tired voice whispering back, “Almost.” You turn on your side, but the lack of light in the room obstructs you from seeing Tia’s face. “What’s up?” she asks when you say nothing.

“I just want to say I’m sorry,” you tell her with a sigh.

“Sorry? For what?”

“I’m sure you’d prefer to be sharing a room with Jaehyun now.”

Tia chuckles softly. “It’s fine. We both haven’t done sleepovers for a long time anyway. Just think of this as us catching up for lost time,” she says. “Besides, I can slip into Jae’s dorm room anytime I want to once we’re back on campus.”

You snort at that. “Right. No doubt that would be the first thing you’d do the moment we get there.”

You fall back into your pillows after sharing a laugh, then Tia suddenly calls you again. “Hey—” she whispers, “I think you’re doing great so far.”

“What do you mean?”

She falls silent for a few seconds before answering, “With Jungkook being here with us.”

This time, you choose not to answer right away. Not when you have no idea where the conversation would lead to once you start talking about it. You have mostly kept everything you have been feeling all to yourself, avoiding talking about how Jungkook being around have been affecting you more than it probably should.

You have no idea what Tia is expecting to hear from you after dumping that on you all too suddenly, but you are too exhausted to think about him at all. Already too overwhelmed to care. And you refuse to let him fill your mind tonight after he had taken up most of your day just by being there. So you choose to brush it off, only whispering in return, “Goodnight, Tia. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”

It takes only a few seconds before you hear her breathing growing steady, a sign that she has fallen asleep.

Even after going through a long day and with the overwhelming exhaustion blanketing you, sleep has chosen to evade you tonight. Your mind keeps going a mile a minute, circling on the events from today, going back and forth between picturing how your life used to be like while wondering about what could have been.

You had once thought that the past few years had helped you bury everything you have ever felt for him. That the anger you have had for his betrayal had been enough to erase the attraction that had been building up over the years you became friends with him. But now that you are forced to stay close, you are beginning to feel your walls crumbling. Everything that you have ever felt for him are being awakened under a new light as the good memory of his kindness and warmth returns.

The truth is, you would be lying if you had said that you have never truly cared about Jungkook through the period of time you have spent making him your nemesis. Being angry with him helped you to stay clear of his path, that much is true, but it did nothing to stop you from paying attention to what he had been doing. You had chalked it off by telling yourself that you were listing out more reasons to hate him, to stay angry, to stop the ridiculous crush you have had for him to come back as you watched him grow more handsome and much stronger than how he used to be.

The first thing you had caught on was the fact that he had become a complete stranger. He became distant and quiet, like a man with a chip on his shoulder and a thick wall following him wherever he would go that everyone would tread carefully when they try to come close.

The next thing that had come to your attention way too many times than you would have wanted them to was the rumours.

Being a closed-off person in a place where not that many people knew him in the past had helped him gain interest from others so easily. Many people who had come to know him had been wondering and making assumptions about him, hence the various rumours spreading around campus, making it hard for you to ignore them no matter how hard you tried to stay away.

Not that you had been trying hard enough to.

Rumour has it that he hasn’t been involved with anyone since high school was over. Though it didn’t stop girls from pining over him with more than half of them trying to get closer to him. He would mostly return the attention by flirting right back at them—again, not that you actually noticed. Sometimes he would act more than interested when he would give them his phone number or suddenly disappearing from the crowd with any interested girl that has managed to grab more than his attention. But that was where you had stopped listening to those rumours.

Because listening further about his escapades would be too much for you to handle.

While knowing what he had been up to had always managed to stir your hatred to him, it never stopped you from rekindling the hurt that he had caused you.

Years had passed and yet you still hurt when you think back about the past. The unanswered questions had led you to doubt yourself, and it had lingered after years had passed that it still haunts you even when you try to care for someone else in his place.

Perhaps that was the reason why you had never been able to completely move on. And you have no doubt that all the terrible decisions you have made since then to force yourself to move on and forget—from kissing and dating guys, to doing things that you had only regretted after—had all stemmed from the dread that was still following you whenever you remembered the way he had hurt you.

Sighing deeply, you force your eyes to close shut and bury your face into the pillows, trying your best to draw the thoughts away as they continue coming. The long list of your regrets that would always come back to haunt you at night.

Kissing him was stupid.

Still wanting him after he broke you apart was stupid.

Losing your virginity to someone who was less of a man than he would ever be was stupid. And while you regretted the terrible experience, you didn’t regret the fact that it helped you sort out your feelings and made you stop wishing that you could be with him. Even if that feeling had only lasted for a short while.

Sometimes you would wonder if he had ever done anything similar while he kept his distance. How much has he known about your relationships? Had he heard about what you did? Tia’s words earlier had hinted at something else and you had been dying to find out what she meant about it.

Did Jungkook ever think about you the same way you did with him? Did he ever felt anything when he saw you with the boys you had been seeing? Maybe something similar to the tight grip you feel in your chest when you see him strolling on campus with a random girl? Has he ever paid attention to it at all?

Fuck, you curse at yourself when your mind keeps going back to him.

Why should you care?

He doesn’t even seem to care at all anyway. He had never shown it through the years after you both had grown apart and he has yet to have shown it today after spending hours together.

As you curl into a ball on your tight bed, you are surprised to find just how much the thought of him not feeling anything truly hurts you.

Tia is still asleep when you wake up the next morning.

You had fallen into a restless sleep in the middle of wallowing in your thoughts and had woken up too early than you would have liked. Yet it seems impossible to go back into bed now as you only have a few hours left before you should check out of the motel and go back on the road.

So you decide to freshen up a bit early, before heading out to have some morning workout to clear your mind instead. The motel has a small gym set up not too far from the receptionist lobby, and you had figured that maybe you could waste all the energy you have running through you into doing some exercise before starting the long day. You would need the workout to be able to survive the next few days sitting tight through the ride, after all.

Wearing a tank top and your tight sweatpants, you make your way out to the gym without waking Tia from her sleep. The air is different here compared to what you have back in your hometown, and you stretch out in front of your room, breathing in the fresh air before jogging towards the gym.

You had thought that perhaps the boys may still be asleep since it is still way early and they had spent hours driving—as they had both refused to let you and Tia drive for too long—that they would need that extra break before they could return to it. You had fairly expected to finally have a peaceful morning without any of them hovering around, a moment of reprieve, if you will, before you are going to spend the next long hours of being around them.

A tall figure steps out of the gym right as you are approaching it. You don’t recognise him at first, as he holds his head down, letting his sweaty locks fall over his face. He had taken his shirt off, flaunting his bare chest, all glowing with sweat, showing his unmistakably glorious abs under the morning sunlight that you almost drool at the sight and the beautiful ink work marking his toned arms dance under the morning sun as he flexes himself while he walks. You even catch the sight of something glowing from his chest, before you realise that there is a piece of silver piercing attached to one of his nipples. It makes your skin flush, though it does nothing to stop you from looking at him anyway. Just as you revel in the beautiful sight of the walking art piece in the form of a man walking your way, he raises his head to look forward, and your heart instantly stops.

“Jungkook—”

His eyes grow wide when he sees you there. His eyes rake down your body, stopping briefly on your low cut top and tight pants and he nearly stumbles on his steps. Shaking his head, Jungkook quickly recovers. Even if he fails to hide the dark look in his eyes when he returns your gaze.

“Morning,” he says, his voice chipped and short as he greets you. His jaw ticks as he stands there, blocking your way to the gym.

You force your eyes to look away from the lines and ridges on his bare chest, and away from the beautiful tattoos on his skin that he rarely flaunts around on public and the glint of silver that you had never known existed, as they continue to make your whole body tight and hot at the sight of them. “Hey,” you greet him, instantly feeling your cheeks burning at how hoarse your voice sounds. “Morning,” you try again after clearing your throat. “Just finished working out? Didn’t even think you would be awake already.”

He shrugs. “I couldn’t really sleep that well.”

“Right,” you nod, biting your lips to avoid telling him that you have been having the same problem. “Well, I’m just about to go there,” you tell him, forcing a smile. “See you later?”

He blinks his eyes rapidly, as if he didn’t expect to see you smiling at him. Hell, even you had surprised yourself for being able to start a decent conversation with him without wanting to break a neck.

Perhaps that is the reason why he seems so shaken up. It takes a few seconds before he snaps out of it, though he still stammers when he says, “Um, yeah—okay. Later.”

You walk past by him, holding your head down just so you wouldn’t look back and admire his beautiful body. Though try as you might to ignore him, you could still feel his eyes on you as you walk away. The heat of his gaze weighing your back that you have to do everything you could to stop yourself from running away. It is not until moments later, once you have walked past the door and into the air-conditioned room when you feel it—the way your knees are shaking as the throbbing that you feel inside your core keeps growing stronger.

This is only day two. There is no possible way you could survive the rest of the trip.

Exhilarating.

This is exactly how you like it. Racing just as fast as the wind itself, you press down on the gas, hard, steering through the curves as you speed past one go-kart, then another, until you are way ahead of the others. It feels freeing, being so fast without anything holding you back, without anything getting in your path.

It may not compare to those races you have seen on the television, but you are still moving fast enough to make your mind stop working for a moment. At this speed, with nothing else but the lane’s barriers that are visible to your eyes, everything else in the world seems to disappear. Nothing matters but now, other than your freedom, feeling so easy and light for the first time in your life. There are no shackles weighing you down to the ground, holding you from moving forward from the haunting past that had been coming to you stronger than before. There are no shadows that could keep you looking over your shoulders. It is just you, this speedy go-kart, and the challenging lane leading you towards the finish line.

Swiftly taking another turn around, you could almost see the finish line at the corner of your eyes. Just a few more turns and another sharp curved lane to go.

And then suddenly, he is there.

Racing from your left as he takes the inner lane during the turn, you see Jungkook’s go-kart pushing in, stealing the lead from you. The sudden take over had caught you off guard, and you could only watch with your jaw dropping as he speeds up ahead, leaving you behind.

Is it always going to be like this? You wonder to yourself as you steadily keep your pace behind his tail. The dread of being forced—yet once again—to watch his retreating back moving away from you envelopes you so suddenly that your rage boils in your chest.

As much as you hate to lose, you would hate it more to know that you are going to lose to Jungkook.

Not this time, you tell yourself as you watch him slowly accelerating forward after the last turn, aiming for the straight lane heading towards the finish line. Never again.

Then you press harder on the gas, sending your tiny go-kart speeding up as you swerve around him, stealing the win at the very last moment.

Once again, you are flying way ahead. The finish line appears right in front of you, and your gaze is locked on it as you leave everything behind. The painful past. Jungkook. And the wounds that he had inflicted on you.

You could feel the imaginary wings spreading wide at your back the moment you cross that finish line. Overjoyed by the win, you barely feel him coming close behind you, merely seconds after you claim the win. You don’t even care to notice that he continues to drive right beside you even after you had gone past the finish line. All you could feel is joy, the light waiting for you at the end of the dark tunnel that seems to be glowing stronger for some reason, as you let go of your hate and anger as you continue to speed ahead.

The adrenaline rush still follows you when the group finally leaves the go-kart arena an hour later.

Tia, who had placed a bet on you during the impromptu race against Jungkook and a few other tourists you met at the site earlier, has been poking on the boys for having you defeat both of them at the same time.

Everyone is still talking about the relaxing morning race even as you arrive on the next spot—a massive farmhouse located right outside of town which is attached to a fancy showroom of its wall of fame and a built-in steakhouse, the very exact spot that Jaehyun had been most excited about. Judging from Jungkook’s wide eyes as everyone walks into the main showroom, and how he joins Jaehyun as both of them close their eyes and breathe in the marvellous aroma of the in-house barbecue, you know that he is just excited as everyone else is. Perhaps even more.

If only those boys had known the real reason why Tia had chosen this place to visit. It was certainly not for the steak and grill, even if those had been an added bonus, but the building attached to them—the museum of meat. Crossing one of the odd items in Tia’s bucket list, to visit the weirdest museum you could find during the trip.

Watching Jungkook silently as the rest of the group advances through the museum hall which has the history behind this place put on display, you silently recall the moment that you shared briefly back at the go-kart joint. Jungkook had seemed determined to win the race when he specifically chose his go-kart, something that you had expected to see from him.

You had already known just how much he loves a good challenge. And you also know just how much he loves to win, at anything, and how he has always hated losing to others.

The moment the impromptu race had ended and you stepped out of your mini go-kart, you looked over to him, expecting to see him sulking or fuming from the loss. Instead, all you saw then was Jungkook standing tall right next to his own go-kart, helmet in hand, his eyes looking straight at you with a gaze that was so intense it had almost sent you melting to the ground.

There was something in his eyes that had left you speechless and rooted in the spot. It was the same feeling he had given you back at the tilted tower, when his gaze managed to make you feel hot and cold at the same time, before he left you wondering just how he was able to affect you so badly the way he did. Instead of seeing the disdain appearing on his face from losing a game, Jungkook was staring at you with an amused look in his eyes. A mix of pride and wonder glowing together with it, enough to have your heart fluttering wildly like butterfly wings inside your chest.

But it was the quick exchange that you had shared with him then which is still bothering you.

Jungkook was the one to come to you when you didn’t make a move to leave your spot. His sly grin came to him when he called out, “That was a good race. I don’t remember you being so competitive before.”

Something about what he said stung deeply in your chest. Like, really? After the way he turned his back on you when he was supposed to be your best friend, after he had betrayed your trust, and how he had spent years pretending that you didn’t exist, all of a sudden he was acting like he knew you best.

Clenching your hands tight on your side, you tilted your chin up to him and snapped, “Maybe you never really knew me at all.”

The way he winced at your words should have let you know that you had been a bit too hard on him, but you were still too hurt to care. Though it did surprise you to find his eyes filled instantly with pain, as if you had just slapped him.

But when the pain disappeared in a matter of seconds, replaced with a cold and distant look in his eyes, you couldn’t even muster feeling any guilt for it. It was clear that he was putting up his walls yet again, shielding himself from you.

And you couldn’t afford to deal with it. Which was why you turned away from him without so much of an expression of remorse or a last glance, unaware of the fact that he had his mask shattering to pieces as he watched you turn away and leave him behind the same way he did to you back then.

Pacing right behind the others, you barely pay attention to anything being shown in the display rooms as you walk by. Jungkook’s presence is becoming too distracting that your eyes keep being pulled towards him. One too many times, you find yourself hovering not too far away from him. As if your mind and body are drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

The air between you has the usual prickles of intensity that is not like any other you have felt before. Yet unlike how it had started at the beginning of the trip, where all you could feel rushing through the air was nothing else but tension and hostility, there is something else blooming between you.

You try to walk away, giving enough distance between you so you would no longer feel it. Yet, the moment you look over your shoulder as Tia calls you out when it is finally time to head towards the steakhouse, you find Jungkook there, standing close to you with his eyes locked so intensely on yours. It is only then when you realise that he has been staying close no matter how many times you have been trying to avoid him.

“Come on, I’m hungry,” Tia suddenly cries out, already standing at the museum’s exit with her impatient boyfriend on her side. Her voice snaps you back to the present, breaking whatever it is that seems to be forming between you and Jungkook to come apart.

Jungkook smiles when he looks at you again, tilting his head to point at the steakhouse.

“How about another game? Want to make a bet on who could finish up the most piece of grilled meat through lunch?”

At this point, you have grown tired of dealing with his games, as he continues to push and pull, acting like the missing years between you didn’t matter. But you have also grown curious to see what he is up to next. Maybe you were right, that he never truly knew you then, and he certainly doesn’t know anything about you now. But it goes both ways, as you had lost all the chances to know everything about him and just how much he had truly changed. And you cannot deny that you are interested to see just what kind of person he has truly become.

“Bring it on.”

In your memory, you see yourself on the school camping trip with your classmates on the final days of your sophomore year.

You were lying down on the ground, eyes looking upward where the stars were blinking and sparkling, spread beautifully across the dark sky of the night. Everyone else had fallen asleep, either those who had taken the bunkbeds inside the warm cabins or those who had chosen to sleep in the tents. You, however, had refused to deny the sight of the open sky above since it was the final night of camp and you were going to return to the city the next morning, to return to where the artificial lights would be so much brighter they would send the stars back into the shadows.

A rustling sound came from your side before Jungkook laid down right beside you, throwing a blanket to cover your bodies to keep yourselves warm under the cold night air. He didn’t say anything at first as he joined you to watch the stars, but his presence had brought you comfort, a complete opposite to the loneliness you felt when you first laid down under the wide sky above.

“What are you thinking?” he asked you then, keeping his voice down to avoid waking up the others.

He was gazing up the sky when you looked over, finding his eyes glimmering almost as bright as the stars you had been marvelling on. Sometimes, you would wonder if that was the moment when you first realised that your heart would flutter differently whenever he was around. That he was the only one who could stir your composure, to have you losing your calm without him trying too hard. The only thing you knew then was that for some reason, you had found it hard to look away. Not even when he curiously turned his eyes on you when you were still not answering.

“What? Are you keeping secrets from me now?” he teased you then with his crooked grin showing on his handsome face. You thanked the heavens and the entire universe around you that the sky was dark enough and you had the campfire shadowing your face from behind you, for they allowed you to hide the way your face was flushing in warmth and in a foreign kind of shyness you never felt before.

I am keeping a secret from you, you could only think to yourself, while you only told him what you could. “Just wishing that I could see more stars back home,” you told him with a shrug.

“Yeah, it would’ve been nice, wouldn’t it?” he said, before looking up to the stars again.

You couldn’t remember how or when did you begin to slide closer, or if he was the one who made the move. For some time in the middle of the night, your head had somehow landed against him, and his arm had somehow found its way to wrap itself around your shoulders as you both fell asleep under the stars, blanketed by the subtle warmth from the campfire, the blanket he had tucked you in, and the warmth of his presence.

The voice from the speakers above breaks you away from your rogue thoughts. You are suddenly thrust away from the camp, finding yourself sitting under the stars which are spread brightly on the bright night sky above. Except there is no campfire around you and there is no sleeping bag beneath you. The cold breeze that is passing by isn’t one that is any similar to the fresh mountain air, but one that comes from the air conditioner. And though there is a slight quietness in the air around you, instead of the soft murmurs of your sleeping friends, there is the steady voice of the narrator who is speaking through the speaker as he talks about the Orion’s belt. You watch the constellation as it is glowing graciously in the sky above, the sight which everyone could see through the massive screen provided by the observatory.

It had sounded like a cliche, when Tia suggested that it would be an amazing experience to be sleeping under the stars tonight instead of a motel. “A good chance to do it while we are in the open and to be one with nature,” she said, just when she had first suggested the idea. Though you also know that she had planned the whole thing when she marked that option right out of her list.

But the silly part of it was that she had also suggested to stop by at the observatory before heading to the campsite before doing so. Stargazing through their fancy device to get to know the stars first before you would be stargazing at the real thing. Of course, nobody had objected to it, since sleeping out under the stars had sounded so tempting after being cramped up in the jeep and some old motel the night before.

It was perhaps that idea and the sight of the bright stars above you which brought you back to the memory of that old camping trip back at high school where you had slept next to Jungkook under the night sky.

And to make it worse, you had somehow been seated right next to Jungkook at the first arrival, making you feel like you had been sent back in time. And while you had been trying your best to pretend that his proximity hasn’t been troubling you, you cannot deny the way your body is reacting each time his elbow would accidentally brush against your upper arm when he flexes in his seat, or when your shoulder would bump against his when you lean back and try to take a better look.

The seats are lined up tightly with one another, you realise, just when you feel his warmth brushing against your side when he shifts in his seat to look for comfort.

On instinct, your body reacts to him with a shudder and you turn to him, startling yourself when you find his face so close to yours even when he still has his eyes on the screen above. Your chest stirs so profoundly while you are sitting there, completely amused and suddenly feeling like you are in a complete daze as you are still not used to seeing him this close. Not after a long time.

There are so many things about him that you have never noticed before which are suddenly becoming more apparent to your eyes now that you are looking at him at a much closer angle.

His voice has changed—something that you have realised a long time ago—but there is a subtle softness when he speaks and his voice would sound deeper when he is specifically talking to you. And then there is his gaze that seems guarded, especially whenever he is around you. Unlike how he used to look back then when you were still friends, when his gaze would be filled with lights, always full of hope and playfulness that he could easily attract people through his eyes alone.

He seems taller even when he is seated. More muscular, his biceps bulging through his thin t-shirt. But he still has the same handsome face, the same look with his hair falling over his face even if he looks a lot older and his hair had grown longer through the summer break, the same beautiful lips.

The same lips which had given you your first kiss years ago.

As you look at him up close, you realise just how many changes you could see on him. So much that you could barely find a hint of his old self no matter how close you look. You still remember how he was back then before he changed overnight. He was a brilliant student at school and a caring friend. Kind, funny, hot as hell. All of which had made it easy for you to fall for him.

He had always been quiet. But not like this. Not this intense. As if there is some kind of darkness looming over him and he is too dangerous for people to approach too close.

As if he could feel your eyes on him, Jungkook suddenly turns to look over at you. The surprise in his gaze flickers for a millisecond before it falters, yet he makes no move to look away. And frankly, neither could you.

You are completely rooted in the spot, unable to look away. It seems that this has become a permanent reaction that you instantly give to whenever you notice him paying attention to you. Only this time, everything seems to stand still. The guide’s voice in the speaker becomes white noise in the background while you are getting lost in his eyes. There is something sparkling between you as you exchange your glances and it seems to pull you further into him.

The simmering tension brewing between you is getting so hard to ignore. Sizzling and crackling with every breath you take. What you have deemed to be nothing else but your repressed rage rearing its head to the surface now may have gotten mixed with another.

Because there is no way your body would be reacting to him this way if you still have your anger controlling your emotions. This thought occurs so suddenly in your head when you realise that you have been pulled towards him, just as he begins leaning closer to you. Just a little push, and your lips would meet each other in the middle.

Except that it never happens. The shift in the room as the narrator takes the audience to view another set of stars completely snaps you back to reality. It lingers only for a fraction of seconds, yet it is enough to make you pull back. Your heart races in your chest and your skin burns as you quickly move away, leaning back in your seat to avoid brushing against him before finally pushing yourself out of your seat. You don’t even look back to see him watching you as you make your escape from the room, hiding in the girls’ room until your heart would settle and your mind would stop begging you to give in to the pull you feel towards him.

The warm morning breeze and the familiar scent of the ocean welcome you as the jeep drives down the coastline.

Jaehyun is currently in charge of the wheel, taking his time with it as he drives slowly out of the highway and into the beach area to let everyone savour the final moments of the trip.

Getting closer to the seaside lets you know that you are close to arriving at your destination. You have the window rolled down halfway as you keep looking out, breathing in the fresh air while marvelling on the beautiful sight of the coastline—the clear water from the ocean that sparkles under the sunlight, the white sand on the beach that appears smaller as you look at it from all the way down the main road, the hills standing tall in the distance with fancy beach villas lined up at the top and the waves hitting its rocky edges at the bottom.

The beach side has always made you feel serene, and awfully calm, while you can feel a sense of thrill for being here, so far away from home but close enough to reaching your dreams.

It was one of the reasons why you had chosen to apply to a university as far as the other side of the coast. The scenery and the difference in its weather had been worth it. You had always wanted to be somewhere near the beach since you had grown up pretty much far from one. The fact that Tia and the two boys had coincidentally moved out all the way here right out of high school had been both a blessing and a curse. But as you find yourself sitting in this ride with them, you begin to wonder that perhaps everything has always meant to be.

At least you have been far from the people who had witnessed first-hand everything that had unfolded between you and Jungkook during high school. Sometimes, when you think back to those years, you would question yourself which was hurting you the most—the betrayal you felt from Jungkook, or the fact that you had everyone around you as your witness when your world tilted off from its axis, sending your life upside down when you lost both your best friend and your first love at the same time.

Every time your mind wanders back to the past, you suddenly become hyperaware of Jungkook’s presence by your side. You can feel his gaze without even turning to him, and you shudder at the way the air around you seems to ripple with tension under the silence growing in the backseat.

Last night, after the way you practically ran away from him back at tie observatory, you had done all you could to stay clear of his path while you were out on the campsite. Despite knowing Tia’s plan, Jaehyun had been smart enough to pack up a small tent for the girls to sleep in, while the boys had prepared sleeping bags to stay outside under the clear sky. It had given you the perfect way to hide from Jungkook the moment the tent was standing tall, even if you still had trouble sleeping when your eyes kept looking through the tent, following Jungkook’s shadows as he moved about with his best friend around the fire until the moment he tucked himself in.

There is no doubt that he had noticed how you had been deliberately avoiding him, when even as the morning camp and went, you were still doing your best to get out of his way. Not even giving him a glance unless you were forced to. Even now, as you keep your eyes on the sight around you, the heat of his gaze is still on you, making you wonder if the way you are currently acting around him truly matters.

Thankfully, before you begin to feel awkward for purposely avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, Tia turns to look back from the front seat, calling out your name while pointing out towards the old docks. Your mood picks up once you catch the sight of the Pier, the summer amusement park which utilises the old docks at the far end of the beach. You weren’t quite sure if the place would still be open when you finally arrive at the beach area, but you are pleased to see it running, and it would be the perfect stop to end this journey with. Anything that would help get you out of all this tension and give you the final joy before heading straight to campus tomorrow.

“Let’s go there after sunset. We can get all the junk food we could find while we play all the games. We won’t be able to go on the rides if it’s packed, though,” Tia offers, even though the both of you had originally planned to visit the place after enjoying the beach.

“You know I’m totally in.”

Still too early to check-in at the beachside motel that you have reserved before departing for the trip, Jaehyun drives the car until he finds a local diner where everyone can have a chance to grab some breakfast before going on with the rest of the day.

Instead of staying to eat inside the diner, everyone had unanimously decided that it would be nice to enjoy the meal while savouring the fresh morning sun. So after packing the breakfast order to go, Jaehyun drove the truck to a much closer spot to the beach, keeping it parked on the lot that is placed high enough to get an overhead view of the calmer side of the white beach and the rushing waves. It didn’t take long enough for the boys to gulf down their share of sandwiches and fritters. And then they immediately set out to burn all the calories down while stretching out their long legs by strolling down the white sand, leaving you and Tia perched on the hood of the jeep as you are slowly finishing your meal, all while looking out to enjoy the scene in front of you.

“You know, I don’t even know what I was expecting to find by us going on this trip, but I honestly have never expected it to be this fun. It’s been pretty refreshing to be out there on the road, don’t you think?” Tia suddenly speaks up once she is done with her meal.

Crumpling the paper napkin in your hand once you are finished with yours, you only shrug at her. “I guess you’re right,” you admit to both your best friend and yourself. “Aside from all the mishaps and the unexpected events happening in between—” At this, your eyes move to find Jungkook walking down at the beach while talking to Jaehyun. He had been wearing his long sleeve shirts during most of the trip, hiding all those ink work on the length of his arms. But as he is strolling under the sun, he has pulled the sleeves up to his elbows, showing the lines of tattoos and the pretty designs marking his skin. You become mesmerised at the sight of them for a moment, but you shake your head to brush away the curiosity you suddenly have on this side of Jungkook, before you would have the urge to look closer.

“Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is that aside from the things that came up, I can say that this trip is going really well. We even managed to cross a lot of things from your list.” Sighing, you stretch your back a little, suddenly missing your bed back in the dorms when you can feel each of the kinks down your spine start pulling when you try to sit up. “And it’s good that we still have some time to rest at the dorms before the classes would start. I’m pretty sure I’ll pass out the moment I crash on a bed.”

Tia nods, looking a bit thoughtful for a moment before her smile grows. “I’m both surprised and glad that you manage to keep it civil with Jungkook. Good job, you,” she teases while nudging at you with her elbow. “You seem to be getting pretty cozy too in the backseat. Anything interesting you want to share your pal with?”

You shake your head. “Just trying to get through the trip, that’s all. Don’t read too much of it,” you scoff at her, ignoring the way your cheeks are burning when she starts wiggling her brows.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” she teases you once again with a giggle, looking as if she is not buying it.

Thankfully, she changes the topic and starts talking about the plans she has for this semester. From the extra classes she is going to take to the part-time job she has been eyeing, to the possibility of moving out of her dorm so she can find a place where she can freely be together with Jaehyun, something that might sound a bit hasty, even if they had both been dating for many years. But you bite your tongue, holding back from telling her what you think about it and choosing to share that you have been thinking of moving out of the dorm yourself. Alone, obviously. Just to find some place away from the heart of the campus where you could stay clear from all the ruckus that constantly happens at the dorm—all the teen angst, college drama, and wild parties included.

The sound of girls laughing in high pitch voices catches your attention just when Tia is in the middle of talking about the places she had been looking at for the move, giving you some advices in between. Judging from the way her own voice halts, you know that Tia can hear it too. Then you hear her breath hitch before you finally see it, that the sound had come from a group of girls who had formed a small circle around the boys, trying to grab their attention.

They look like college girls looking for some final release before the end of summer, though a few of them look a bit younger than you and Tia. And looking painfully eager as they are standing there, hovering too close for comfort while talking the boys’ ears off.

It is a bit early for them to be on their skimpy bikinis. But with the summer ending, you can totally understand their need to get as much sun as possible before going back to wherever they had come from. Though the sight of them bothers you still, when their skin looks glistening under the sun, with the fairest skinned girls from the bunch already building up the perfect tan, while you and Tia are sitting here with the clothes that you both had been wearing since you left the campsite at the first light of dawn without changing through the entire ride to get here.

Right beside you, Tia seems to be seething for a different kind of reason. You have never known her as a jealous lover, but you cannot blame her for being mad when she is forced to witness her boyfriend being cornered by some random girls. You can even feel the heat of her rage as you watch a couple of the girls openly flirting with Jaehyun, touching his biceps and pushing up their chests to him, doing the most to catch his eyes. Even from the distance, you can still hear their high pitched voices as they keep on speaking to him, all while coyly tossing their hair over their shoulder.

You can barely hold back the need to laugh at the way Jaehyun keeps looking back towards your best friend with a panic look on his face, and neither of you are making a move to save the day, wanting to see just how he is going to play it out.

But then, your eyes suddenly find Jungkook right beside him. Specifically, on one of the girls that has the audacity to reach out and try to brush her dainty fingers over his tattoos. All of a sudden, you feel something tight clenching inside you, as if there is someone who is gripping hard at your heart in order to hurt you, ready to pull it right out of your chest. It brings chill down your spine, while you feel the urge to slap those hands away from him. It doesn’t even matter if you have no right to. You just refuse to let anyone else touching him.

Just when you are wallowing in the sudden fit of rage, Jungkook suddenly looks up, his eyes finding you instantly. Snapping you right out of it the moment your gazes meet each other from the distance. Your face burns at the fact that you had gotten caught looking, possibly while looking displeased at it, and you turn your gaze away from him, hiding from his piercing eyes by acting busy; fiddling with the empty packages of your meal, pretending that you are so engrossed on the milkshake that you are holding in your hands even if the taste had suddenly turned bland. Even Tia’s voice as she keeps rambling on about how the boys don’t seem to be making any effort to escape from those girls soon enough does nothing to pull you back to her. Even without looking at Jungkook, you can still feel him, almost just as strongly as the griping jealousy you feel brewing inside you.

As the boys finally return to you, both looking like puppies walking with their tails tugged between their legs, Tia welcomes them with her arms crossed over her chest and a glare that is meant to scorch her boyfriend to dust. “I can see you were having fun with your walk. Bet you loved getting some attention out there, huh? Where did your groupie go? Aren’t you boys going to follow them like sick puppies? I’m sure they’ll love it.”

Jaehyun winces at every word she throws at him, and you probably would have laughed at him if not for the way he seems so guilt-stricken and for how you are feeling slightly annoyed yourself. Not at him, though, but at the one you are trying terribly hard not to look at.

You keep your eyes on Jaehyun instead, watching him rub the back of his head. “They invited us to hangout at the beach with them, but then backed off when we pointed out that we have our girlfriends waiting for us to get back,” Jaehyun defends himself, his eyes flicker between you and Tia, before he tilts his head towards Jungkook. “That last excuse was his own words, though.”

His answer has you looking up towards Jungkook again on instinct, finding him standing close to you with a spark of hopeful eyes that are aimed at you while your heart flutters in your chest.

But then you quickly look away again, unable to bear his gaze for far too long without feeling like your chest is about to explode. Stop it right now, you curse inwardly, chastising yourself while you try to pretend that your milkshake is way more interesting than the boy who is still looking at you with his intense, dark gaze.

After watching the couple going back and forth—between Tia’s raging taunts and Jaehyun’s sweet talk to get back on her good side—the pair is quick to make up before leading the group to find the beach motel, the place where you are going to rest later tonight before heading straight to campus grounds. It takes only a short time to deal with the check-ins and for everyone to find their rooms. When you meet the boys again, both you and Tia have freshened up from the drive and all dressed up for the beach, with a little extra oomph on Tia’s side with her skimpy bikini and see-through cover-up as her little payback after witnessing her boyfriend getting attention from the local girls.

Her plan works perfectly to her advantage, when her boyfriend’s jaw drops the moment she walks over to join the boys in front of the motel, swaying her hips purposely to let her transparent cover-up swing against her long legs and his eyes grow even more intense as she gets closer. You had always felt envious of the way Jaehyun would look at her, how his gaze would turn intense, as if she is the only person he sees whenever she walks into the room. He would even puff his chest whenever she is on his side, though you can never tell whether it is due to pride in having her beside him or if it is only one of his ways to act so tough to show people that she is completely his.

In any other cases, it makes you feel out of place, like the permanent third wheel of their relationship. Today, however, none of the exchange between the lovebirds could make you feel uncomfortable, when you have your attention drawn to someone else instead. Because Jaehyun was not the only one giving a strong expression the moment you and your best friend walk out of your room only in your bikini and thin cover-up that does too little to hide what you are wearing underneath.

The first time you catch Jungkook’s eyes on you, you nearly stumble on your footsteps. You cannot have been more relieved to have opted to wear flip-flops that you won’t lose your balance as you walk over to them. For one brief moment, you almost regret ever letting Tia talk you into choosing this skimpy bikini set, a pair that is much too revealing to your liking. But the way Jungkook is staring at you right now makes all the doubt go away.

His eyes are dark with intent as he watches every move you make; the way you walk, the way your hips unintentionally move as in following a silent rhythm, the way the cover-up opens up as you walk to show him the bikini and all the curves down your body which had been hidden under your clothes throughout the trip. His jawline is set when you come to his side, and you can even hear him faintly groaning at the sight of you before he snaps out of it, even if the piercing gaze is still present in his eyes when he asks you in a low voice, “Ready?”

You barely remember nodding your head, when he suddenly moves closer, resting his hand on the small of your back gently to guide you to walk along with him. Neither of you says a thing as you follow Tia and Jaehyun. The lovebirds have already walked up ahead of you towards the beach with your best friend clinging on her lover’s arm.

At that moment, it feels like the world around you no longer exists. If Jungkook’s presence has always felt too strong to ignore before, it has grown even stronger now that you almost forget how to breathe. Your heart beats so fast in your chest that you wouldn’t be surprised if he can hear it while he stays close. The barely-there touch of his fingers on your back feels like a tight grip, a mark he is giving you to remind you that he is there with you. It feels possessive, hot, intense, and you can feel yourself drowning in the heat of his existence.

This time, you make no move to run away from him.

Walking in pairs, you could barely catch up with Tia and her boyfriend with her skipping excitedly towards the beach while dragging Jaehyun along with her, while it takes you a while to follow. Not because you have every intention to linger around Jungkook for much longer, but only because you have been having trouble keeping your head straight and your legs steady as you walk side by side with Jungkook.

Once you find them, the pair had settled down right on the beach, looking comfortable while they wait for you and Jungkook to join them. They had somehow found the perfect spot in the sand to lie down, with laid out towels and a couple of shades set up for everyone to enjoy the afternoon without getting too burnt out under the sun.

Determined to take things easy and relax, you think nothing of it as you stretch out on one of the laid out towels to enjoy the moment, not even caring the way things have been set up so you would be sitting right next to Jungkook. That is, until Tia does one of her tricks.

One moment, you are lying between her and Jungkook, applying sunblock lotion on your hands and legs and any other part of your skin that you can reach after taking off your cover-up. Beside you, Tia is doing the same. Except that she has her boyfriend helping her with it. The next thing you know, Tia turns to you with a grin, before calling Jungkook over to help do it for you.

“You have a pair of capable hands, don’t you? Why don’t you help _____ with this?” she coyly asks, waggling her brows while he leans into Jaehyun’s capable fingers.

“It’s fine, I can do it myself,” you try to refuse, glaring at Tia before turning around to wave Jungkook off. But Jungkook has already sidled closer when you look at him, looking terribly sheepish one moment, before he silently grabs the bottle right out of your hand.

“Lie down on your stomach, I can rub on your back.”

Feeling hesitant at first, you only look at him without a word. But then you catch him looking at you with a hint of smile on his face, while it is quite obvious that he is serious about helping you. “Fine, if you say so,” you mutter as you spin around, moving clumsily under his gaze.

Once you are lying with your face down on the towel, you force yourself to relax, focusing on how the soft sand under your laid out towel cushions your weight instead of focusing on the movement happening around you. And yet you soon realise that there is really no escaping him. When no matter what you do, it does not stop you from being extremely hyperaware of him shifting around, to feel it when his knees come sinking into the sand right beside you, or when he starts hovering close behind your back.

When you hear him squirting the lotion into his hand, your shoulders grow tense, filled with the anticipation for his touch. You nearly jolt when his hands finally come down to your skin, and you can hear him chuckling softly. “Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

Something inside you twists when you hear his words, but you push it away, trying not to look too deep into it as he begins smearing the lotion on your skin. His strong hands begin gliding down your body, his palms digging into the knots in your back. It draws a soft sigh coming right out of you when he touches all the right spots that had been bothering you throughout the trip, and you slowly begin to relax under his ministrations. You had expected him to be gentle about it, or perhaps for him to simply do it quickly and be done with it. You never expected to have him giving you a full-fledged massage as he smears your skin with the slick sunblock.

Starting from up high, Jungkook starts working on your shoulders and neck, ever so slowly making his move towards the lower back with each passing second, instead of going straight to your lower back. He alternates between giving you all the gentle touches to steadily adding pressure whenever he feels that he needs to.

Your body shivers when he slides his fingers under the back straps of your bikini top. Your breasts tighten beneath you as he pulls slightly to make space for him to touch you there. “Is this okay?” he asks, his voice sounds surprisingly low and breathless, as if whatever he is doing is affecting him too. You haven’t realised that he has leaned down lower to you until you can feel him whispering to your hair.

“Yes,” you answer him, surprising yourself when your own voice comes out with a moan. Expecting him to pull his hand away, your heart leaps a beat when you feel his palms moving to the side, spreading the lotion across your back, only stopping right before the tip of his fingers could reach out far enough to spread across your back, but not enough to graze the side of your breasts. And yet you can still feel the tingles on your skin as if he is touching you there.

You vaguely hear and feel movements from around you. Jaehyun’s voice murmuring something about checking on the surfing rental shop sounds so distant even when you are reminded in the back of your head about their plan to surf before leaving the beach today. Everything else seems so fuzzy when the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat and your ragged breath, and your mind is completely distracted with the way Jungkook is delicately moving his palms and fingers on your skin. You can barely pay attention when Tia’s voice comes next, saying something about finding some cold drinks, because Jungkook presses his thumbs right at the center of your back right at the same time the tip of his middle fingers grazes at your side, inching closer to your breasts before stopping once again, keeping your thoughts on him alone as you are constantly put on the edge.

You hide your flushed face into the towel, even if you are quite sure that Jungkook might still be able to hear and feel the way your body is reacting to his touches. He moves his palms across your back one last time, touching beneath the straps of your bikini and pressing his thumbs to ease the knots in your muscles. Your body stiffens as you expect him to move to the side again, only to have him pulling his hands out from beneath the straps.

For a time that feels like forever, you don’t feel his hands anywhere, and you manage to release the breath that you don’t even realise you have been holding in. Until he returns with a fair amount of lotion in his hands, smearing it on your lower back. He follows the trail down your spine, still alternating between the gentle brush and the light pressure until he goes lower, leading his thumbs to rub low enough until he is just a shy away from slipping into your bikini bottom.

“Is this still okay?” His voice comes out with a grunt, heavy with something dark that you have no doubt that it would tear you into pieces if you should look over your shoulder to see him.

Swallowing hard, you resist the moan that has been bubbling inside you. Your throat feels dry all of a sudden with no words coming out of your lips when you open them. Jungkook presses down on your sore waist, and a gasp slips out in its place, before you finally whisper to him, “Yes. It’s—I’m okay.”

With a soft hum, Jungkook digs his thumbs into the arch forming at the small of your back, rubbing gently as he smears the lotion before moving along your waist to spread the rest of it evenly on your skin. Your hips grow tense each time you feel his thumbs ghosting too low or when the tip of his fingers grazes along the waistline of your bikini bottom.

For some reason, he keeps getting bolder as he continues on, while your body keeps getting even more responsive to his touches. A wave of heat has been rolling through your body ever since he started touching you. With each pressure he gives on your skin, the heat only grows more intense. It rises up to burn your cheeks, making your face burn to a matching intense heat growing inside you, centered right between your legs. You cannot even control the moans that keep escaping through your lips, no matter how hard you try to hold them in.

Everywhere he touches tingles, and you are beginning to feel it slowly surging down to your legs. You try your best to control yourself, holding back before he would catch on to how your body is terribly affected to him. You try to loosen up your hands, to press down your legs together to hide the trembles, to control your breath while hoping that it would help slow your heartbeat down a pace. But as he keeps teasing with his fingers grazing into the dangerous lines, you can feel your control dwindling. You feel no fear of having him crossing the lines, knowing that despite the history that you share with each other, Jungkook will respect you enough to stop himself before he ever gets too far or to simply stop everything he is doing to you if you ever insist.

You hold your breath when you feel his fingers linger on your hips. You stop moving, expecting him to go lower, only to have him pulling away instead.

“Can you handle the back of your legs? I can help you if you want.”

You are still trying to recover from the whiplash you got from the way he had abruptly broken the tension between you. Suddenly needing a moment to try and steady your breath that you are completely lost for words. But you shake your head to snap out of it and answer, “That wouldn’t be necessary.”

You keep your eyes looking down as you push yourself up to sit, avoiding his gaze even if you can still feel him watching you. Thankfully, your body has slowly recovered by the time you look up. “Thank you.” You smile at him, returning the knowing smile he is giving you with your cool one as you accept the sunblock bottle back from him.

“It’s a pleasure,” he whispers, and the sound of his deep voice rattles your insides to bring all the tingles back to you again.

You realise that Jungkook is still wearing his shirt, the fabric tight over his skin that you can still see the ridges of his chest underneath. He has been wearing the shirt along with the swimming shorts since he left his motel room, but you only have to chance to look closer now, suddenly wishing that you can make it fair by touching his hot skin with your fingers. The need grows within you like a sneaky little demon and the words just slip out before you can stop them, “Do you want me to—”

Jungkook looks at the sunblock in your hand before looking at your face, clearly knowing what you are about to say without you finishing the sentence. You have no idea what he sees, but it is definitely nothing good nor it is innocent when he simply smirks. “Sure,” he says, and wastes no time to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. Your breath hitches when presented with his bare chest, once again seeing the sight that had left you breathless the other morning to the point that you could barely focus on your morning workout. Meanwhile, Jungkook seems to be savouring the moment, enjoying the attention you are giving him and perhaps the flustered way you are avoiding looking at the nipple piercing that is making its appearance known.

Thankfully, Jungkook swiftly moves away. “Just help me apply them on my back and my shoulders. Sometimes I can’t reach out some parts.”

“Right.” You nod, though he has already flipped around to lie down on his stomach, giving you his back. With a much broader back and length that nearly dwarfs you, you would have no other choice but to settle down on top of him to be able to reach as much skin as possible. As he lies down with his face half-buried in the towel beneath him, you move to straddle the back of his thighs so you could reach up to his shoulders.

Applying the lotion should not be such a big deal. You could have just applied a dollop of lotion and spread them all over his back and be done with it. But he had given you more, enticing and teasing you by giving way more attention than he should have when he was helping you. Which becomes the reason why just when the opportunity is being laid in the open, you do the same to him, alternating between rubbing gently and pressing down right where you need to as you spread the lotion along his shoulders, neck, and his upper back and arms.

The suppressed groan he makes rumble through his chest, and you feel it more rather than hear them. And damn if it doesn’t affect you while you are sitting right on top of him. “This is okay, right?” you whisper to him as you trace your fingers on his skin, steadily running the tips of your fingers towards his lower back, to which his deep grunts begin to grow slightly louder as you press against his sensitive spot.

“It’s perfect,” he groans as you add pressure along the knots that you find in his tight muscles, and your chest swells knowing that you are capable of giving him his own medicine, making him feel the same things you did only with your gentle touch.

And yet, as you carry on with it, you begin to feel like your own body is being affected by it. The more you touch his hot skin and the hard muscles flexing from his upper arms and bare back when you touch him there, the more you feel the heat running in your skin being reignited once again. The soft groans he makes, the slight twitch of his body that happens when he reacts to your touch, they each bring up the pulse between your legs that keep growing intense, stronger, with no further sign of taming down. It doesn’t help the fact that you have your legs spread out, as you are sitting against the back of his thighs, the tiny fabric of your bottom does nothing to hide the way Jungkook is flexing his legs beneath you, pressing his muscles so close to your center.

Suddenly, there is a change growing in the air around you. The hot summer breeze ripples with something else humming between you and Jungkook. Something heady and dangerous. Something that would be easy to set in flames if you dare to let it grow. You are grateful that Jungkook has his back on you that he wouldn’t be able to see the reaction that you may have right this moment, when there is something hot and magnetic pulling you together. The stiffness growing on Jungkook’s hips as you reach lower and along the width of his waist makes you feel grateful that his front is hidden from your eyes. Deep down you wonder what would it do to you to know if he feels the same, though you cannot be sure if he has yet to catch on to the pulse that keeps on pumping from your core, making your legs trembling slightly just the way they did when he was rubbing the lotion all over your skin.

A stifled groan and a short gasp slip from him when you tease around the waistband of his shorts, and that is when you finally snap right out of it.

“I think I got it all covered,” you whisper to him, your voice sounding a bit huskier than it should. But you cannot find it in you to feel any heat of embarrassment growing on your face when you hear his raspy voice answering with, “Right. Thank you.”

He clears his throat and looks to his other side to avoid your gaze as you slowly slide off of him, sitting back on your part of the laid out towels. Though he doesn’t have to do much to avoid looking at you when you keep your eyes low, not even looking up to him when he pushes himself up and sits back right beside you still without his shirt on.

Neither you nor Jungkook says a word right after, letting the awkward air grow into a bubble, keeping you apart from the world around you. The only thing you can do now is to sit tight and find out who between the two of you would cave in first before the bubble would finally break into pieces.

Minutes have passed, and after lying down side by side under the shades in complete silence, drowning in the failed attempt of ignoring how the air around you still sizzles after the moment you shared with him, you finally realise that your friends had both been gone for far too long.

“They’re not coming back, are they?”

Jungkook scoffs and chuckles softly. “I’ve stopped expecting them to reappear since five minutes ago.”

You laugh with him, shaking your head. “I can’t believe they really ditched us.” Sighing, you begin to wonder just what Tia has up her sleeves. “You think they did this on purpose?”

Jungkook glances your way while he is lying down next to you with his arms crossed behind his head. “Wouldn’t even look past them, to be honest,” he says with a grin. “Those two really share the same wavelengths.”

“I knew that she would eventually snap out of it after having to share the motel room and sleeping in the tent with me instead of Jaehyun,” you murmur softly.

“So you think it would have been better if we had shared a room instead?” Jungkook teases you, and your cheeks instantly burn.

You look away from him, only to hide it. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Of course not,” Jungkook says teasingly with a chuckle. “So what do you suggest we should do now?”

His question draws you to look at him again. “We?” You look at him incredulously. “We are not going to do anything. Aren’t you going to do—whatever it is you’d usually do on a beach?” You pinch your lips together just as you remember the girls swarming around him earlier. It shouldn’t have surprised you when it happened, since he tends to draw attention from all females with healthy eyes even on campus. But it doesn’t mean that you cannot feel bitter about it. “I’m sure it won’t be hard to find your missing groupies from back there.”

Jungkook shifts to lie on his side and look straight at you. “I’m not going to leave you on your own,” he says with a firm tone, making it hard for you to look away this time. “And I don’t care about any of them.”

Something warm flutters inside your chest after hearing what he said. But you tell yourself that you only feel this way out of relief, from knowing that you wouldn’t have to be alone on the beach, surrounded by strangers, if he stays with you. You refuse to admit that it makes you feel good to know that he doesn’t care about any other people, much less remember those girls from before.

“Fine. Have it your way,” you simply tell him while pretending like you are completely careless about it. Though the smile on Jungkook’s face clearly shows that he doesn’t buy your act at all. “So, do you have any suggestions?”

He sits up and looks around for a moment. “First, since it looks like we’re not getting those cold drinks anytime soon, why don’t we walk up to that open bar and get something to cool off with? It’s getting a bit too hot and I’m parched.”

You look over to where Jungkook is pointing out to see an open bar located not too far away. Looking at how close the place is, there is no more denying that Tia had clearly disappeared on purpose. Instead of feeling upset about it, you feel like you have found your true saviour. An oasis in the middle of the crowded beach. Because Jungkook was right, you have been feeling hot—and not only for the burning heat coming from the sun—and a cold drink might be able to help put yourself together. Even better if they have something strong that could knock over all the anticipation and nerves humming under your skin.

It might be a bit too early for you to drink any alcohol, but you would probably need some liquid courage if you are going to be stuck with him alone until you can find your friends. Not to mention that it beats the awkwardness of lying on the sand with him with nothing else to do but talk. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go then.”

As Jungkook pushes himself off from the towels, you keep your eyes looking down to resist staring at his chest again. Good thing that he instantly covers himself with his shirt before turning to help you up, though he doesn’t even hide the fact that he is freely perusing you with his gaze when you put on your cover-up again before leaving.

With a deep inhale of breath, you take Jungkook’s extended hand and let him pull you up and lead you to the open bar. Minutes later, you find yourself sipping on your mojitos at the bar, the empty glass of iced tea set right next to it. Beside you sits Jungkook, drinking calmly from his bottle of cold beer while he enjoys the sun. The awkward air between you has started to fizzle into nothing. Though you can perhaps chalk it off as the effect coming from the drinks that you are having.

Even as silence falls between you, you can still the faded ripple that seems constant between you. You keep your eyes low, keeping your gaze on your drinks just to stop yourself from continuously getting lost in the sight of him. Though it doesn’t stop you from feeling the heat of his gaze without even looking when he turns to you. You hear him clearing his throat when you still deny him your attention. But what he says next surprises you enough to make you turn.

“I want to say sorry, for making things—uncomfortable, with me joining this trip.”

Looking at him with wide eyes, you have no idea how to respond to that. What can you say to that, really?

“Do you feel uncomfortable?”

He doesn’t give you an answer straight away. Instead, all he does is look at you, studying you closely before answering. “No, not at all. I’m actually pleased that I got to be on this trip,” he says, stopping briefly to add, “Cause I get to see you. I can only see you from far away when we’re on campus and we rarely cross path as it is.” Warmth rushes up to your cheeks and you hate not being able to escape his gaze when you are this close and when he looks terribly genuine. Then he releases a dramatic sigh. “But I also know that you don’t want to be anywhere near me, so—”

You look away first this time, unable to control the mixed feelings you are having right now after his conviction. “Yeah, well. There’s that. But there’s nothing we could do about it, right?” Immediately, you regret letting those words slip right out of you. You never meant to sound so spiteful, and everything seems to come out wrong. Taking a long sip of your drink, you try to collect yourself and stay calm to try and fix things before things could get even more awkward than they should. “Do you want to try some stuff?”

You hear him chuckling before he suddenly asks, “Like what?”

Shrugging, you try to think of something, looking around at what the people around you are doing. “Pretty sure there are a lot of stuff we could try while we’re here. We could go snorkelling, paragliding—you like those stuff, don’t you? Oh, how about bungee jumping, do they have those here? Just don’t ask me to surf. I know you planned to do it with Jaehyun but I should let you know that I am terrible at balancing myself.”

Jungkook says nothing and only smiles as he listens to you rambling on, giving you a relaxed smile that brings out the pitter-patter in your heart to another notch. And then he raises it to another when he leans closer. Close enough for you to feel his heat, or worse, to have him feel yours.

“Or we could just walk in the sand, play with the waves, enjoy the moment,” he says with his silky voice that comes out a bit lower than he normally would. His lips tilt up to a grin when you are left flustered under the proximity of his gaze. An obvious proof that he knows what he does to you and he is truly enjoying it. “I thought you wanted to take it easy and go for the rides on The Pier tonight?”

You bite your tongue as you consider his offer. There are a lot of reasons why you should refuse, only because it sounds like something that couples would do. And spending time with him by doing nothing would require doing one of the activities that you cannot find in yourself to do with him. Talking. You had hoped that drinking with him out here would distract him just enough that you wouldn’t have to share another unwarranted moment with him.

Why did he have to be all sentimental all of a sudden?

For years, you had painted Jungkook as someone who is heartless, who would never care about the consequences of his actions or words, the same way he never cared about hurting you. A cold grip of resentment tugs inside your chest, reminding you of the wound that you have buried for so long that had yet to heal. It helps to remind you that the old Jungkook is still there somewhere inside him. The only problem is that you no longer know him enough to know which one would come out to reveal itself to you first—the sweet Jungkook that you had trusted for years or the part of him that would not think twice and toss you away after winning your trust.

In the end, you have no other choice but to follow his suggestion. You simply have to, when the only other option is to sit idly at the bar and let yourself get intoxicated the more you have to sit there with the reminder of what happened in the past. You are still not ready to open up that wound again and definitely not sure if you ever will. But with him trying to be honest and open with you, there is no doubt that you would easily do the same.

Walking on the sand turns out to be something that is quite relaxing. There is a buzz rising up to your head already from the light drinks that you had and being in the sand, with the waves rushing and crashing against your ankles, and the scent of the ocean surrounding you. It feels so nice that you don’t mind it when Jungkook stays close, sometimes with his bare arm brushing against yours or his hand finding the small of your back to keep you steady when he sees you stumbling.

But that doesn’t truly mean that things are no longer awkward between you. Silence still feels heavy, though it has been long since you felt any resentment of being around him.

What should we talk about?

Anything to break this tension between you. Just so you can breathe.

As if the universe heard your thoughts, you look up ahead of you to see a group of people lingering around a set up net and what seems to be a makeshift game area marked on the sand. One of the guys from the crowd turns around just in time to see you and Jungkook coming towards them and his smile grows. The next thing you know, he jogs towards you with his friend by his side, and they are talking about a volleyball match they are having between the boys' team and the girls' team and they had just lost the pair that made them a player less on each team, and then they start talking about needing a couple of players to make things even.

“Wanna join us?” the guy asks you, practically pleading with his eyes. “Just one game to see who wins the bet, you don’t have to stay after.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, looking both intrigued but also hesitant to accept the offer and join this group of strangers for a simple game. But there is the small voice in your head that is telling you that this would be the better option rather than being lost on the beach with just the two of you, striding without a purpose.

He might be a stranger to you now. But if there is one thing that you still know about him, and something that you apparently share, is his competitiveness. Perhaps joining them would bring him out of this brooding shell he has been trapped in. Perhaps it would even help shatter this thick invisible wall that keeps on coming back up between you and you wouldn’t keep finding yourself being so suffocated the whole time you are with him.

Just as Jungkook seems to have made up his mind to refuse them, you turn to him and cut him off before he could even speak. “It sounds fun. What do you think?”

You watch as his eyes grow wide. “Are you serious?”

The answer to his question is no, and you have probably been under the sun for too long to even consider this, but you still shrug your shoulders at him anyway and tell yourself, ‘Why the hell not?’

“Eh, we’re here. And the two lovebirds have probably found someplace to do…whatever it is they’re planning to do out here—” you tell him, shaking your head as you try to not think about what kind of shenanigans your best friend is currently up to, “—and I’m pretty sure it would take some time before they come back to find us. Just one game to kill the time and break the ice won’t hurt, right?”

Jungkook says nothing at that, but judging from the way he is gazing forward to the net and the group who are tossing the ball back and forth, you know that he is actually considering it. “What do you say? Losers pay for ice cream?”

As if the challenge and the bet stir his curiosity even further, Jungkook turns to you with a sly grin. “Oh, it’s on.”

After a few rounds of the game have passed, you finally come to realise that you totally, undoubtedly, suck at playing volleyball.

The boys’ team is winning, despite their effort of taking things easy against the girls, sometimes even yielding just to let the girls earn some points. But you have also found that you have been having the best time of your life and never had you ever have so much fun before.

You cannot remember when was the last time you have ever laughed so much or finding it so easy to get along with some strangers without worrying about setting up boundaries and being so careful about how to act around them. Looking across at the boys' team, you find that you are not the only one having the time of their life.

On the other side of the net, Jungkook is laughing so hard with his head falling back after watching how his teammate makes another mistake while he is trying to give the girls a chance to retaliate. It surprises you how good it feels to see him coming out of his shell, to see him loosening up the way he hasn’t been for a long time. As he continues to play, you watch how he becomes unguarded, so free, the lights in his eyes coming back to him just as his smile stays permanently on his face and the sound of his laughter fills the air.

Right at that moment, the dark shadows of the past that had constantly been looming over you whenever you were somewhere close to him disappears. You know that it is not entirely gone yet, but it seems to be taking the backseat while you enjoy what has become nothing more but a harmless game between two old friends.

Suddenly, you no longer have the desire to smack the ball right to his face, even though your desire to win still comes pricking through once or twice, sometimes coming out stronger than ever even though it tends to simmer down to a part where you just want to have fun. You don’t even feel mad about it when Jungkook wins the final round, knowing that he had played a fair game and made you laugh on multiple occasions with his antics. And later, when the game has ended and you find Tia and Jaehyun standing at the side with some other people, watching the game and cheering you on, you no longer feel any resentment against their betrayal from leaving you alone with Jungkook.

You don’t realise that you had invited an audience through your game until you finally see the crowd surrounding you, some of which are overeager girls vying for the attention from the male players, those who are not paired up with the girls from the opposite team. While a couple of guys decide to stay and return the attention, Jungkook jogs around the net to catch up with you where he guides you back to your friends who are waiting on the side.

“Not interested in chatting up with your growing fans?” you question him curiously when he barely offers a glance to the crowd.

You hear him chuckling beside you as he playfully scoffs. “Nah, there’s enough boys to handle them. And I’m starving.”

His answer has you laughing. “You’re always starving.”

He seems surprised to hear you laugh so freely, just as you are surprised to feel like you are actually having a good time with him around. But he is quick to sober up the moment you meet his eyes. “Sorry for stealing that last point, by the way. I’ll make it up to you,” he says while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, as if he had made a mistake from giving his team the winning point.

But you decide to play along, crossing your arms over your chest and ask him, “Oh, really? How are you planning to do that?”

Jungkook grins. “I’ll figure it out. Maybe I can win you some dolls tonight at The Pier.”

You shake your head at him but you enjoy the way he is smiling so sheepishly as he gives you his promise. You are glad to see a glimpse of the old Jungkook when he does that. And though it still leaves a cold pinch in your chest when you see it, it doesn’t sting as much as you had expected it would. Which is perhaps why you don’t find it in you to brush him off completely, and why you are able to joke around so easily with him as if you have been doing so for a long time.

“Be careful what you promise a girl, Jungkook. I might actually take your word for it,” you toss at him before jogging to Tia, leaving him behind to watch you go further away as he murmurs under his breath,

“Don’t worry. I’ve learned my lesson a long time ago.”

The rest of the afternoon is spent doing what Jungkook had suggested earlier but you tried so bad to refuse while you had been alone with him—walking down the sand, playing around with the waves, and simply enjoying the time together until the sun comes down on the horizon.

The only difference now is that you have your friends back with you this time, which is why you have been less apprehensive about staying close to him. Their presence serves as the buffer that helps ease the tension that may arise between you and Jungkook if you are going to spend more time together. Though they find no need in doing too much work on it when you still feel the remaining rush of the earlier game still running through you, and it is not quite hard for you to actually have some fun.

You don’t even feel the need to push him away when Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist to pull you out of the water the moment he sees you struggling against the waves. And you even find some comfort in being around him when you are lying on the sand to watch the beautiful sunset, something that you haven’t felt for a long time.

Right after sunset, you rush back to the motel with the group to clean up and change, before heading out to The Pier.

It is the final week of summer, which is why it doesn’t necessarily surprise you to find the crowd filling up The Pier when you finally get there. The only surprising thing is finding out that having Jungkook shielding you protectively from the crowd and keeping you close to him doesn’t feel so repulsive after all.

The group stays together as everyone tries out multiple rides that are available in the park, mostly on the ones that don’t have long lines in them. Everyone does everything together except for when Tia decides to stay grounded when Jaehyun pulls you and Jungkook towards the rollercoaster ride. It is much smaller than the one you have once tried in other, much bigger, amusement parks that you have visited before, but the scenery around it and the view of the ocean make up for what it is lacking.

But what gets the boys excited the most are the games. Both of them continuously challenging each other on various games that it becomes too embarrassing for you to watch at some point when they refuse to lose to some of the kids who are playing the same games they do to get the prizes. Though Jungkook makes good of his words after a while, winning a couple of games until he can give you a giant grey bunny plushie which he had won from one of the shooting games.

“How about one last ride before grabbing a bite to eat and calling it a night?” Jaehyun offers while stifling a yawn. The night is getting late and the boys do seem to be getting a bit exhausted after the long day.

Tia looks around for a moment, before her eyes fall on something that you haven’t tried yet. “I want to go on the Ferris wheel!” she says, before she starts pulling you across the park to get into the line without waiting for the boys to react.

Despite the crowd waiting in line for the ride, it takes no time for you to finally get your turn on the wheel. Though you should have known that Tia and Jaehyun are not done with their tricks yet. And you should have not been so trusting when Tia starts pushing you into the empty car that stops right in front of you in such a rush. Because here you are now, sitting in one of the cars that are being wheeled to the top, with none other than Jungkook sitting by your side.

“I really need to know just what those two have in mind by doing these things,” you protest tiredly while leaning back in the seat, while Jungkook only chuckles at you.

“Are you sure it’s not just so that they could slip away from us and find someplace where they can be alone?”

With a bitter laugh, you admit that he might be right about it. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. That certainly sounds like something they would do.”

Just as the car begins to rise to the very top, silence falls between you. It feels thick and heavy like lead, and since you haven’t felt its presence around you for quite some time, it somehow feels terribly daunting now that it returns to you again. And the fact that you are sitting inside this car, where the air instantly feels tight and all you can feel is his brooding presence.

Taking a deep breath, you realise that perhaps you can do something about it. Just like you did when you turned over the circumstances between you earlier when you were forced to spend time together at the beach. The volleyball match, talking to him briefly over cold beers and cheap mojitos, then playing with him in the waves, have all made you feel lighter. There was something new brewing between you, and you might as well believe that you had found some kind of resolve by trying to be friends with him. It has you wondering if maybe you can keep it up for a while longer just to make things feel comfortable for the rest of the trip. if you could stand a whole day with him without snapping, perhaps you can handle a few more hours of being completely civil around him. And there is no need for you to force yourself to keep on doing it once this trip ends if you know you couldn’t.

Tonight, you can continue to act like you are friends.

Tomorrow, you will be back at the dorm in the afternoon, and you can carry on with your life just like how it had been before the trip, and you can return to act like strangers again.

“Thank you,” you start to speak, breaking the silence. You raise the plushie’s hand on your lap when he turns to you with a questioning gaze. “You know. For the bunny.”

Jungkook gives you a gentle smile, and you can feel the tension on his shoulders fading a little when he answers, “Anytime. Though it probably would’ve been better if you had kept the smaller ones to keep him company,” he says, talking about the small dolls which he had also won from the other games that he tried on.

He took pride in filling your arms with numerous dolls earlier after winning most of the games, until you came across two little girls who had their hopeful eyes on your gifts, and Jungkook had to reluctantly give you permission to hand over those dolls for those kids, keeping only the massive grey bunny for you to take home with you.

You look out the glass window just when the car stops moving upward. It sways a little before it comes to a stop, and it allows you to take a better look at the view outside. The sky has grown too dark for you to see the ocean and the lights around you have gotten too bright for you to see the stars. But you can still see the faint lines of the waves crashing to the white sand from up here, and you can swear that you can still hear its sound from up here.

“It’s nice to be way up, isn’t it?” you wonder out loud without looking away from the beach line. “It would’ve been nicer if we can look out the horizon instead of seeing the dark sky, though.” Your body involuntarily shivers when you look out to the darkness, as if you are looking straight into a void. Into nothingness. And it is making you feel so small.

You hear Jungkook chuckling beside you. “You girls were the ones who suggested that we come here at night, you know,” he says, while you roll your eyes before looking at him.

“Only because it would’ve been too hot to come here in daylight. And way too many lines to get through to be able to enjoy the ride.”

“That’s true,” he says, then he gives you a rueful smile. “We used to have a place like this back home, didn’t we?”

“You mean the summer weekend fair?” you ask him, “Yeah, it was located right outside of town. The place closed down before we graduated high school.”

“I remember.” He nods. “I feel like there are a lot of things disappearing from back home as time goes on.”

You cannot miss the melancholy in his voice when he says it. And it is pretty impossible to miss it when you look at him and see the faraway look in his eyes, as if he has his mind locked in another place in time. Somewhere too painful for him to return to. “Everyone moves on,” the words simply slip out of your lips before you could do anything to stop it. “Sometimes you just have to. Whether you are ready to deal with it or if it had caught you completely off guard. Sometimes the world around you moves faster than you do and you have no other option but to simply catch up with it.”

You bite your lips and look away from him, hating how bitter those words taste in your mouth. You feel like such a hypocrite, saying these words when you are probably the last person on Earth who has the right to. Not when you had not been able to completely move on from him for such a long time.

“Have you made plans about what you’re going to do after college?” you question him after you spend minutes looking for the perfect thing to say, only to fail. To say something to him that would feel less like a lie, one that won’t make you feel like you are living under another person’s shadow.

Jungkook looks thoughtful for a moment before he shrugs. “Not really. I’m just going with the flow at the moment,” he says, grinning softly at you. “How about you?”

“Pretty much the same,” you mutter softly. You had always hated talking about the majors you are taking in college, mostly because you have no answers to anything just yet. Your future hasn’t been set yet, and you have been afraid of making plans and dreaming too far away. “I don’t think we’ve ever shared a class, do we?”

“No, I don’t think we ever have. Not even before you chose your major.” His answer has you perking up, silently questioning just what he meant. Or more precisely, just how much does he know about you. As if he could read the question running inside your head, he suddenly adds with a small voice, sounding like he doesn’t truly mean to say it out loud. “I still see you around on campus when you’re not with Tia. You would pass by me at times and not realise it.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t notice,” you say to him as you avert your gaze. Because you cannot afford him catching the lies you just threw at him. Because you have noticed him. You always have. But you have done all you could to steer clear from his path, avoid his circle of friends the best you could. If it hasn’t been for Tia and Jaehyun, maybe you would have been able to avoid ever seeing him at all and forget that he had ever existed. You figured that if he could act like you don’t exist, then you could do the same thing to him as well.

When you look at him again, you find that his face has turned grim. His eyes turn hard and cold, just the way you had seen him too many times before. “You seem to be getting around quite easily on campus,” he suddenly mutters. His voice sounds soft enough that you almost miss it, but it still sounds loud enough for you to hear. Even if the tone of his voice doesn’t come out with a sneer, the way he says it shows more of what his words are implying.

“What does that suppose to mean?”

Jungkook’s jaw grows tight. “It means nothing. Forget it,” he says as he avoids looking at you. Another set of silence falls in the car for a brief moment. Nothing but the sound of the wind picking up outside and the creaking noises made by the machines when the car begins to move again, placing you over the top. With a deep exhale of breath, Jungkook begins to speak again. “If we have ever met up with each other on campus on our own, in the same class or not, would you have said hi and talked to me?”

You bite your lips. There is no doubt that he already knows the answer to that, but you question him anyway. “Why?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “It’s just—it feels like forever ago since we last talked. I almost forgot your voice.”

“Can you blame me though?”

“What?”

“Never mind,” you quickly say, shaking your head and looking away, regretting that you had basically snapped at him when you had been determined to play nice. You probably shouldn’t have said anything at all. Because you would never stop talking about it if you ever start to, and you are not ready to open that wound. Not in a place like this, where you have nowhere to run to and hide.

“Would you still talk to me once we got back on campus? Right after this trip, I mean?”

You turn to look at him. What you see in his eyes surprises you that words completely elude you. A mixture of emotions come swirling in his gaze, everything that you are feeling inside you as well. Guilt, despair, hope, though you have been quick to squash that latter one before it has any chance to reign your thoughts. But you have no idea how to deal with that spark of anticipation you see in him, as if your answer could change everything.

“I don’t know. Do you want to?”

“Obviously, I won’t say no. It would also be less awkward if we find ourselves in this kind of situations. As long as our best friends are still dating, at least.” Jungkook chuckles bitterly and shrugs. “You know, there was a time when we used to talk every day.”

We certainly did, you admit silently with a hollowness in your chest at the memory of what had been such an amazing part of your life. A period of time that feels so distant now you cannot even sure if it had been real at some point or if you had simply imagined them.

“I don’t share much about myself like I used to.” Again, the words simply come out the moment you open your mouth. It is quite funny to think about how honest you could be when you are not stuck inside your head. But it is also not entirely pleasing to think about, because it would only lead the way for you to open up things that you never want to revisit again.

“Why not?”

You only shrug at him. “I don’t know,” you murmur, wondering about the same thing yourself. “I guess it’s just hard to open myself to someone else.” Especially after you had gotten burned the last time you did the same. To open up your heart and put it right on your sleeves, where people could simply reach out to it so easily and break it apart.

But you keep those words to yourself. You don’t simply think it would be fair for you to hold him accountable for your fears, even if he was the one who had you so closed off for many years, not allowing anyone to come too close in your life the way you had let him in.

“It’s the same for me,” Jungkook suddenly says, surprising you with his confession that you practically snap a glance towards him. Just like you, he has his eyes looking out the glass window through his revelation, masking his expression even as he continues to speak.

“We used to be close, didn’t we? I think you were the only one I’ve ever talked to about a lot of stuff growing up, and I’ve never done that to anyone else. Not even Jaehyun.” You are so caught off guard to hear him talking about the past, to hear him bringing up the things that you have left behind, that you don’t even dare say a thing.

Not even when he speaks as if it had been such a good memory for him to come back to, while you are sitting right here with your fingers clenching tightly around the massive doll on your lap, trying to stay calm even as you beginning to feel like the air is being sucked right out of your chest.

Why is he talking about this now? Why now? And why is he making it seem like he wants to go back to that period of time when he was in fact the one who had tossed it away and let it burn?

You still have yet to give him an answer. Your head is now spinning so fast you cannot handle dealing with his mind games. Not right now. Not when his words stir your emotions, including all the ones that you had kept buried inside you for the past six years.

“I remember that old tree and the swings your Dad kept in your backyard. We used to hide back there and talk all day. I practically knew everything about you then.” He stops. Either realising that he has been getting his head too deep into the past or that he has finally noticed that you have grown silent. Little does he know that his words have only sent you back to the past, when all those days he is recalling so carelessly in front of you is now flashing inside your head.

All those summer afternoons where he would sneak into your backyard and sit with you under the shades. And when in fall, he would come by smelling like cinnamon and cookies. In all those memories of you growing up, he had been a huge part of it. He was always there, and no matter how much you tried, it had always been hard to think back into your childhood without seeing him there, sitting by your side, laughing, crying with you, sharing all those secrets that none of the adults could ever know.

“But it feels like we’re two complete strangers now.”

Hearing those words coming from him, and the bitterness hidden in his voice, you can only close your eyes. Just when you are beginning to wonder if you had been wrong for holding such resentment against him for so long, he suddenly reminds you of the reason why you had done your best to protect your heart before you could give anyone else a chance to do something that he did. If there is a hint of him trying to apologise for what he had done then, then he is doing a terrible job at it. Because opening the past is certainly not the way to pick up the pieces. Not without hurting you in the process and letting you relive the hurt.

Something clogs in your throat while your eyes start to burn. So you turn your face away from him, refusing to let him see you breaking down right in front of him. “Like I said before, everyone moves on.”

“Is that what it is?”

You bite your lips, holding back from giving him an answer. Thankfully, the silence you are giving him seems to be enough to give him a hint, because Jungkook shifts in his seat, staying at the far end of the car while giving you the space you need. His comprehension of the situation should have given you a bit of relief. But instead, it makes you feel even more trapped, caged in this tiny car way above the ground with the only person in the world that could make your heart galloping with hope and breaking apart at the same time.

The trip back on the ground feels like forever. By the time you step out of the Ferris wheel cart, you are feeling lightheaded and exhausted, as if you had been running up the hill instead of sitting inside a random amusement park ride. Your legs feel like jello, yet you can still follow Jungkook as he guides you back out of the lines, finding the benches on the side where you can rest as you wait for your friends to return from their ride.

Those final moments you shared up there had been awkward and tense, as if the whole day you spent trying to be friendly to each other had happened on a different day.

Suddenly, the air picks up. A strong breeze come passing by from the ocean side, taking with it the scent of water, mixed with something sweet, and you find yourself turning to find its source. Right beside you, you can feel Jungkook looking around at the same time, until something catches his attention.

“Those were your favourite,” he says, pointing at the nearby snack stall where sugar-coated cinnamon pretzels and ice cream crepes are being sold at. But you know that he is pointing specifically at the cinnamon pretzels that are being displayed at the counter, each one of them covered with paper napkins for people to easily grab.

As you look at the sweet and savoury dessert that people are currently lining up for, you realise that Jungkook was right.

They were your favourite.

But as you look closely at them, your heart grows tight when you are once again reminded of the past, and that he is making it clear that he still carries a lot of memories of your past together. But it is the fact that you are reminded of how you had grown to love them in the first place that makes your chest grow tight.

Years ago, he would always come to your house whenever his Mom would have them on the weekends through summer to early fall. She had grown some love for baking at one point and had learned how to make the sweet dessert after finding out the recipe from a magazine. She had started making them on her own since, whenever she had time for it. Knowing that both you and Jungkook had always loved her baked goods had only encouraged her to keep on making more, experimenting with new things even when his Dad would complain about the mess. But the greatest thing about it was that she would always make sure that Jungkook would share it with you every single time.

Her kindness and Jungkook’s willingness to walk all the way to your house to share it had been the reason why the sweet snack had been a great part of your past. You remember how you would sit on the swings to eat them together, devouring them slowly just so they would last the whole day, even if you would end up finding your fingers and the ropes on the swings covered in sugar.

But it was those moments that had made it your favourite dessert. He was the one reason why you loved it and why you had always treasured those moments together. And he had been the reason why all the small things you shared with him had given you joy.

Until he no longer becomes the reason for your happiness, when every memory of him had only brought you sorrow and heartbreak.

And just like that, as he keeps on opening the window to your past and allowing you to see all the things that you had tried to bury in the back of your head for years just to stop thinking about him, the fragile glass bubble that had been created between the two of you shatters to pieces. And the only thing you are reminded of is how easy it had been for him to ruin all the good things you have had in life by hurting your heart. The only thing left for you to remember now is how painful the heartbreak he gave you then, and you can still feel it in your heart, just as painful as it was when you had first felt it first then.

“Not anymore.”

“Did you hear?”

“About what?”

It was the end of summer, much like today, when Tia came bearing the news after class was over. You had never one to care about gossips at school. Not then, at least. Especially not when your mind was already preoccupied with everything that was going on at home. That was why you knew that it must have been something important when Tia came to you just to share the latest gossip even after knowing this.

She seemed reluctant before finally speaking. But even the way she was pressing her lips together didn’t warn you enough of what you were about to hear. “Jungkook’s mom left. I heard my Mom talking to my Dad last night. You know that his Dad and mine works at the same place, right?” she said, only after looking around to make sure that nobody was listening in. “Jungkook’s Dad came to work yesterday looking like he hadn’t slept and was barely functioning. When he came back to work like that again today, my Dad insisted on him to talk. Though he only said that they had a fight and she just left, leaving Jungkook and his brother behind to stay with him.”

It felt like you were having trouble breathing. There was a part of you that was questioning the reason why he hadn’t shared this with you and if this was the reason why you haven’t seen him for the past two days.

You waited for him after school that day, finding him looking lost and exhausted, a visible feature that showed you that there was a truth in the news that you just heard. Which was why the moment you approached him, you had chosen to make sure that he was okay rather than to have him talk about it.

“Are you okay?” you asked him then as you walked home with him side by side.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, shrugging, before he saw the way you seemed completely unconvinced and quickly added. “Really, I am.”

There had been so many things you wanted to ask him, yet you could also tell that he wasn’t ready to share. “Let me know if you need someone to talk to. Whenever you’re ready. You know that I’ll be here.”

He seemed to consider it for a moment before he nodded. “I will. Thanks, ______.”

Though he had followed you home and shared a few bits and pieces of what was going on back home, you had soon found out that this was merely the beginning where he was slowly distancing away. Despite his promise, Jungkook began to feel distant straight from the day after.

You remember watching him from across the school yard, noticing the changes in his appearance and his behaviour as he was hanging out with his friends. He was growing quieter and colder by the day. Not only to you, but even to his closest friends as well. At first, you had done your best to try and reach out to him whenever you could. Until the phone calls started to become brief and the texts would be left unanswered. That was when you began to take a step back. As much as you wanted to force him to come to you, you also knew that perhaps he needed some space, to have some time to figure things out for himself.

It didn’t help with the fact that the distance growing between you had made you feel hurt. Until the summer, Jungkook used to tell you everything. You were his best friend, yet it seemed like everyone else had always found everything about him first, leaving you out of the loop. Yet you gave him the space that he seemed to need then. Trusting that things would start to change for the better soon and he would eventually open up to you again.

And you patiently waited for him to return to how he used to be. Still hopeful that you could mend your friendship and everything would eventually be okay.

Time passed by, until finally came your birthday.

There was never a party planned to be held. You felt no need to ask for one when you didn’t feel like the day would be worth any celebrating for. Not when you couldn’t celebrate the things happening in your life right that moment.

Your father had been in and out of the hospital more frequently than he used to.

Your best friend had been ghosting you and was acting almost like a stranger at school that you had nobody to talk to about it that it had come to a point where you would cry yourself to sleep because the stress and the fear of losing your Dad had been too much. Even though you also knew that it would be impossible for you to run to him when he was also dealing with his own stuff.

Your mother had been working extra shifts to pay for your Dad’s medical bills that she was barely coherent at home that you and your brother had to take care of yourselves while taking care of the household at the same time. Cooking and cleaning while dealing with school stuff had all been hard work, and it had given you a chance to know that money was terribly tight.

There was no way for you to pretend as if everything was okay. If any, all you had wanted to do was to hide from the world until everything would be alright again.

But it seemed like everyone else around you had thought differently. A few of your close friends, Tia and Jaehyun included, had come to your house to give you a surprise party. You should have known something was happening when your parents suddenly announced that they were having dinners at their friends’ place without taking you and your brother and left the house before nightfall. Then right when you were ready to spend the night with buckets of ice cream and pizza orders, your friends were the ones who came to bring them.

At first, you had tried to refuse your friends’ kindness, only until Tia—ever the persuasive one of all—managed to change your heart. The moment you gave in, the party had quickly gone into full swing. And you didn’t even have to do much to let the party run for itself.

There were a lot of snacks and desserts being served, all coming from your friends who had come in to help with the party. Drinks were spread, and there was no doubt that one of your friends had probably slipped a few bottles of alcohol and a few cans of beer into the party even with your older brother being left to watch over all of these underaged kids making a mess out of the house.

Walking through the party crowd and seeing all your friends, all looking happy as they danced along with the music coming from your brother’s sound system, it was hard for you to join the excitement when you kept feeling like something was missing. Or someone. You looked around the crowded living room, forcing yourself to smile at whoever came to congratulate you when you were feeling down for not seeing him present among them.

Just as you were about to give up and find some place quiet to crawl into, your brother passed you by at the kitchen and sent you the news that would change the whole night for you.

“Hey, Jungkook is looking for you,” he nonchalantly said as he grabbed a can of soda.

You instantly perked up and looked around. “Really? Where is he?”

“Saw him walking out the backdoor, he’s probably waiting for you out there,” Namjoon simply said before he stepped away. It was clear that your brother had no interest in staying for the main event. He was simply there to watch over the party, after all. A permanent task that had been placed on his shoulders by your parents as the eldest.

Yet you didn’t bother to look at where he was heading to. You already had your eyes on the glass sliding door heading to the backyard, your heart was already speeding up, your whole mind awakening with a new light just by knowing that he was there.

Your body reacted on its own. Your legs leading you towards where he was while the party was still alive and thriving around you, sounding so far away when all you could hear was your own heartbeat. Your knees were wobbling as you walked down the steps from the back porch, making your way out into the dark.

You found him right where you had expected him to be, sitting on the wooden swings that were placed in the backyard. He looked different that night. Styled with a dark shirt under his leather jacket and his hair that had been growing longer combed to the back. His smile grew when you came over to him.

“Hey,” he called out, pushing himself up from the swings to help you hop on and sit down. “You look great.”

“So do you.”

“I got you something,” he said, looking slightly nervous as he looked away. “Oh, um—a few things, actually.” You waited patiently with your heart as he reached to grab a couple of boxes from his back. One that was wrapped as a gift, while the other appeared to be a box of a small-sized cake from the place you had frequently been going to with him before everything in your lives had made it possible for the two of you to grow apart.

He muttered to you softly, “Happy birthday, _______,” as he handed them to you with a shy smile, while your hands trembled and your voice got caught in your throat when you accepted them.

Placing them next to you, you quickly turned to him again, refusing to look away for a second too long with the fear that he would vanish yet again the moment you took the moment for granted. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you. Honestly, I’m just glad that you’re here at all.”

Jungkook chuckled softly. “What do you mean? I’ll always be here for your birthday.”

His eyes suddenly felt so intense as he said this. It made it hard for you to look at him so you only shrugged and avoid his gaze briefly. “I kind of thought you wouldn’t this time.”

“Really? Why?”

You bit your lips before you questioned him, “We haven’t exactly been spending too much time together, have we?”

He looked dumbstruck for a moment, before remorse came into his gaze. If you had once thought that he have not been deliberately avoiding you, his reaction made you wonder if he had been knowingly doing so. He opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something about it, only to have you stop him before he could. Before he would say something that you didn’t want to hear.

“How are things doing? Back home, I mean,” you asked him, but then quickly began to shake your head. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, I—”

Jungkook’s jaw was set tightly for a moment before he could answer. “Everything’s okay,” he said, then he looked like he wanted to laugh when he caught you giving him a dubious look. “It really is for now. I promise.”

You had nothing to say when you know for a fact that his father is still having trouble dealing with his heartbreak. And yet it didn’t really feel right to push him too far when you finally had a chance to talk to him. So you only nodded your head, and his shoulders sagged in relief when you didn’t ask further.

He grew quiet then as he sat down next to you, dangling his hands between his knees as he looked far away over the backyard fence. The moonlight was shining down on both of you, casting his face with its white glow. The limited light helped you take a good look at his face, finding things that you had never given yourself a chance to see in the daylight. The softness around his cheeks and jaw had sharpened, you realised, and there was a hardness in his eyes that remained there even in his calmness. It was the kind of look which you had never seen from him before. He was slightly tense for a reason, his jaw clenching as he kept his eyes looking away. Another tick of his jaw brought your gaze down, allowing you to find a faint bruise marking his side jaw.

You lifted a hand to reach for it before your mind could even begin to stop you, and he flinched just as you brushed your fingertips over the blue and purple mark on his skin.

“You’re hurt,” you murmured, yet he said nothing to answer you. Though the way he tensed and clenched his jaw quickly confirmed it.

Jungkook turned to look at you. His eyes were glowing under the moonlight. His hand came up to cover yours before you had a chance to pull away, pressing your palm against his cheek. His skin felt soft and smooth, and while the air around you felt cold with the growing autumn breeze, he felt hot against your skin. Scorching hot. Nothing like the warmth that you had been accustomed to for years, nor was it anything like the cold way he had been acting out lately.

He suddenly started leaning in, dipping his head towards you while still pressing your hand up to his face. His heartbeat was racing so fast that you could even feel it rushing through his skin.

“Jungkook? What’s wrong? Talk to me,” you questioned him, though your voice only came out with a whisper. “Did you have a fight? Are you okay?”

This time, he looked like he was conflicted for a moment. Like he wanted to say something that he shouldn’t. Like he was lost. “I don’t know.”

“Jungkook—”

He opened his eyes, his gaze looked pained as he looked over your face, as if he was finally looking at you for the first time. Though you also felt as if he was either searching for something in your face or that he was trying to memorise everything about you.

“_____,” He murmured softly. The rasp in his voice came over you like a blanket, making your breath catch, while the intensity of his gaze made your skin prickle, tightening in the most delicate way as though he was giving you invisible touches.

You brought your eyes up to meet his gaze. Even while seated like this, he was still taller than you were. Yet another prominent change that you could find in him, when it was only a few years ago when he was comparing your heights and you still had an inch over him.

Where did the boy that you had come to know many years ago had gone to? How did you miss this much change happening to him this quickly?

These thoughts made you shiver, and he released your hand when he saw this. Except that he must have thought that you were shivering because of the cold, because he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

He didn’t pull you into him, but you could still feel his warm breath, his heartbeat pacing almost as rapid as yours, and you could breathe in the fresh scent of a new cologne that he was wearing and something fruity coming out of his lips. He must have managed to get a sip of some of the alcohol mixed punch that had been slipped into the party.

Jungkook kept staring down at you while you were lost in his gaze. You didn’t touch a single drop of whatever your friends had brought in but his presence and his proximity had been enough to make you feel like you were in a daze. Like you were drunk just by being this close to him.

It didn’t register to you that both of you had been drawn to one another until his lips were suddenly a hairbreadth away from yours. His gaze dropped to your lips just as you were marvelling at how soft his mouth looked. He swallowed hard, his throat working as he clenched his jaw tight, and then it happened. One second he seemed conflicted, then he was suddenly kissing you, pressing his lips gently on yours.

Your brain seemed to have gotten frozen at the first touch because it took a moment before you could process it as it was happening.

Jeon Jungkook was kissing you.

And you had been right all along. His lips were soft. As soft and sweet as cotton candy and warmer than summer. He almost pulled back after he kissed you for a moment without you reciprocating. But you got over the shock just in time and quickly began kissing him back.

His hand pressed harder into your back, bringing you to him as his mouth moved over yours just like hot liquid. Your body reacted almost instantly. Melting against his chest, your hands came up and you weaved them around his neck, fingers tangling through the feather-soft hair of his which had grown to reach past the collar of his jacket.

Jungkook made a tiny sound in your mouth when you grazed your teeth across his bottom lip. It sounded like a soft moan, sending tingles all the way down your body. Then his hands shifted to your waist, pressing hard on your curve to make you gasp.

The sound you made snapped something inside him and his kiss grew more intense. His lips continued to move frantically against your lips while his tongue tangling with yours. Under your palms, his chest started heaving with deep, ragged breath. You could feel his desperation showing through his touches, and you responded by giving in to the need to making things better for him. Your body began to shift closer and closer until there was no longer any space between you.

You barely noticed it as it happened, however, as you were completely lost in the kiss. This kiss had felt so right that you were afraid that you may break if you would ever come apart. As you held him, taking in his taste and being drowned in his touch, something seemed to click within you. It felt like the pieces of puzzles were coming together, fitting almost perfectly and you could see a clear picture of everything being better. So much better than now. For both you and Jungkook together. It felt so right that it made your chest ache and your eyes burn with the intensity and the gentleness of his kisses and the touches of his fingers.

Panic started to set in just as you realised this and you gently pulled back. You instantly took a sharp breath while Jungkook only kept taking his shorter ones to steady himself while pressing his forehead on yours.

A deep groan came from him and his hazy eyes looked up at you. Licking his swollen lips, he made your own lips throb when you could still feel his kiss lingering there. “_______, you’re so beautiful. I just—”

Whatever he was trying to say, it never came out. Because his mouth was quick to find yours again, and you somehow got the feeling like he would never want to stop. Thankfully, the feeling was mutual, since you had found just how much you were starting to admire and adore his kisses. Your heart flipped inside your chest, nearly missing a beat, yet you didn’t want this moment to ever end.

Not when you realised just how much you had needed him. And how much you came alive under his touch. Yet, while you were wishing that you could stay like this with him forever, a crashing sound is heard from inside the house. The sound came as a shock that you jerked away from each other, both of you were looking hazy and breathing so rapidly that it didn’t sink in right away until he finally chuckled.

“I think something crashed in your living room. Unless your lips had ruined my brain and I’m hearing things,” he joked then, his eyes glimmering with so much joy that you easily smiled at him.

Focusing on the noises coming from the house, you heard a few people yelling at each other, making you believe that the sound that you had just heard was real.

“Do you think we should go take a look?”

Jungkook straightened up and kissed your forehead. “I think we should. Don’t want to scare your parents and let them think that you’re partying it hard tonight.”

With your body still warm and fuzzy, a smile that seemed like it would be permanently attached to your face, and your knees almost wobbly, you walked in hand-in-hand with Jungkook back to the party. Of course, right after you had slipped away to secure the gifts which he had gotten you inside your bedroom and slipped the small cake he bought for you into the freezer.

The sound had turned out to be nothing extremely significant. Just that the dancing crowd had made their way to the coffee table which had been pushed to the walls, knocking everything on its surface and leaving the snacks and a few drinks scattered on the floor.

The fact didn’t worry you at all. At least nobody had broken your mother’s favourite vase and the rug had been pulled out so it wouldn’t be stained. You were still in a complete daze from the kiss and the joy of having Jungkook back that you really didn’t bother to care. All that you wanted to think of and remember about from tonight was the way he was kissing you, the way he was looking at you like he would never look away from you again, and the way he sent your heart pounding inside your chest that you could still feel it each time the memory of that night returned.

Once the uneventful incident had cleared out, you pulled Jungkook with you to dance among the others.

He resisted at first and seemed too shy to do it, yet you held his hand and began to sway with the music, making him dance along with you until he finally gave in. You could feel the tension in his body and the pained look in his eyes dissipating bits by bits as you continued to dance with him. His soft laughter rumbling from his chest to each time you joked with him through the dance or when you tried to playfully flirt with him. You knew that you were supposed to talk about the kiss, about the reason why it happened and what was supposed to happen now, yet you wanted to embrace this moment together with him.

After months of feeling drained with school and life, dealing with your father’s sickness, and not having him around, things finally started looking up for the better. Looking into Jungkook’s eyes as you danced, seeing his smile slowly growing wider on his face when you playfully began to grind your hips against him, you silently made your birthday wish—to wish on the universe that his smile would never fade and to hope that things were going to be a lot better for the two of you.

And things had to be better.

Because right at that moment you knew that you would never be able to survive it if things should ever fall apart.

You should have known that things wouldn’t always be as easy as how you had thought they would. Yet you are quite surprised that it takes three days of being on the road before something bad finally happens, and for someone to finally keel over.

Literally.

It had been pretty late when you returned to the motel with the others. Tia had been resting on the bed when you left her, waiting for her turn to use the bathroom while you took the first turn to clean up before bedtime. But the moment you returned to the bedroom, you were surprised to find Tia looking ashen pale on her bed, limbs shaking, before she rushed into the bathroom and started retching. She has been on her knees, practically worshipping the porcelain toilet bowl ever since.

“I should’ve stayed away from those fish cakes. I bought some to pass time when you guys were up on the rollercoaster,” she groans as she continues to heave. “Or maybe I just had too much sun. I can’t remember if I ate anything else that you guys didn’t have either.”

You grimace when she doubles over one more time, dumping the content of her stomach into the toilet while Jaehyun sits right beside her, rubbing his hand up and down her back to soothe her.

“Do you have any medicine in the truck?” he asks, sounding strained yet still keeping himself composed the best he could just so he can control the situation and calm his sick girlfriend, even when you can easily see him panicking inside.

Both you and Tia immediately shake your heads. “I already looked into the first aid kit. We packed up meds for the car sickness, cold, but nothing for something like this. She took the one that might work for her vomiting, but she hasn’t slowed down since. What if it’s food poisoning?”

Jungkook enters the room right then, looking apologetic when he says, “Went out to the lobby and asked if they have anything and if we could find some way to call for help. There are no meds available and the nearest drug store had just closed up thirty minutes ago.”

Jaehyun curses under his breath while Tia heaves. So he turns back to Jungkook and asks, “Did you ask them if there’s another pharmacy anywhere nearby?”

Jungkook nods tersely. “Not exactly close by. There is one that opens for 24 hours but it’s going to be quite a drive from here.”

“I’ll go,” you offer, already reaching out to grab the keys from the desk, only to have Jungkook reaching out to grab them first.

“I’ll go with you,” he says, looking at you firmly while offering no chance for you to refuse. Clenching your jaw, you return his gaze with your own. Just as you are about to say something no how he seems to keep getting in your way, Jaehyun interrupts before you could speak.

“______, I think you should let Jungkook drive,” Jaehyun calmly says, diffusing the tension a little while his concerned voice reminds you of what matters the most. “It’s really late,” he adds as you look at him. “I don’t want to worry about you going out and driving in the middle of the night. Let Jungkook take you.”

Sighing, you cannot deny the fact that he is right to worry. You are a bit far from the downtown area, where you could guess the pharmacy might be located. With the night being so late and you are still hours away from the secured area around campus, none of you could really tell what kind of trouble you might end up getting into.

“Fine,” you finally answer him, looking back at Jungkook with a firm gaze. “Let’s go.”

The staff from the motel had been right about it being quite the long distance drive down the road just to find the small pharmacy that would still be open.

The night has grown terribly late and the streets are pretty much dark with minimum lights illuminating the road, making you feel a bit glad that you had left with Jungkook after all. The streetlights are scarce and most of the shops you drive past are closed. The only thing you can rely on is the distant light from the jeep and it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference. God knows how you were supposed to navigate your way down this dark and foreign road if you had driven out here on your own.

The drive has been mostly silent, with only limited exchange of words which merely includes you pointing out the way to get through the road in one piece and him responding to you with his soft hums. You keep feeling the need to wrap your arms around yourself or maybe pull a hair, unable to shake the tension that has been growing so thick inside the jeep without anyone or anything else distracting you. You hate yourself for being so absorbed in Jungkook’s presence next to you that your nerves are reacting to him more, winning over your worries for Tia’s sudden sickness that she barely crosses your mind except for the rare moments where her name is mentioned.

“There it is,” you point out to the small pharmacy just down the road, finally coming to a view after you are beginning to lose any hope of ever finding it.

“Fucking finally,” you hear Jungkook mutter under his breath as he pulls over and slowly parks the jeep on a dark corner of the public parking lot located not too far from it. For some reason, hearing his reaction makes you livid. In the back of your mind, you know that he is only expressing his frustration after driving through the dark streets while worrying for your friend, but your insecurities are saying things differently. Like perhaps he just couldn’t stand being stuck here with you and all the warmth he had shown you all day had been nothing but another one of his old mind games.

It’s not like he had never done it before, your conscience suddenly snaps.

You clench your hands tightly on your side as you step out of the jeep, walking straight ahead and marching into the pharmacy without bothering to wait for him to follow. It is not until a while later when you finally feel him hovering around you as you wait for the pharmacist to retrieve the medicines that you need to get for Tia.

Ignoring him even as he slides closer to help, you keep your attention to the pharmacist as she takes the time to explain everything you need to know about the medicine. Jungkook would throw in a few comments here and there each time the pharmacist would question anything regarding Tia’s condition, but you keep your eyes away from him. Their conversation barely registers to you when your mind is all over the place, too distracted to pay attention to what is happening around you anymore when all you can focus on is how your heartbeat picks up when you are around him, though you have no idea what to do about it.

Perhaps you should just stop all this ’pretending to be friends’ act a bit sooner than you planned it to.

It is that resolution in mind which pushes you to rush out of the pharmacy the moment you are done at the cashier and once the medicine that you need is safely tucked in your pocket. You can feel Jungkook following you, hot on your heels as he tries to catch up.

“Is there something wrong?” he calls out once you are both outside, far from anyone’s prying eyes.

“Nothing is wrong. We should head back,” you only mutter without even bothering to look at him, still trudging down the sidewalks with your eyes set on the white jeep waiting for you right across the lot.

Oh, why did he have to park it so far?

But Jungkook shows no sign of giving up. He manages to catch up with his long strides of footsteps, blocking your path just moments before you could reach the jeep.

There is an intensity in his eyes when he looks down at you. His hands are suddenly tight on your upper arms where he is gripping you, holding you in place before you could slip away from him again. “Something is definitely wrong. Unless you have a serious problem with mood swings or that you have something you would like to share because I swear to God I really can’t keep up with the way you go from one level of temper to another so quickly.”

You pinch your lips together, completely annoyed that he is the one snapping at you when you are the one who wants to smack him in the head. “Yeah, well I got you to blame for that,” you snap back, returning his gaze with your own so that he could see just how angry you are at him.

“What did you say?”

The annoyance inside you grows stronger. You hate that he is still acting like he truly doesn’t know what is going on or what you are feeling. You hate the way your body is still reacting to him—that you feel warm for standing this close but you feel cold because he is still distant and untouchable. You hate the way your heart is still beating for him, and for the way your eyes keep falling on his lips.

Shaking your head, you finally turn your gaze away. “Nothing. Just get us back on the road. We’ve been gone for too long.”

But his grip on your arm only tightens just as you try to pull away from him. “No.”

“What?”

Jungkook’s jaw ticks for a moment before he answers, “I said no. Not until you tell me what’s wrong with you.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you scoff at him. “We need to give these meds to Tia before she gets any worse.”

“She’ll be fine. If there’s an emergency happening back there, our phones would have been ringing like crazy by now,” he says, shrugging at you before his expression changes. His face looks hard and determined when he asks you again, “Now tell me what is going on with you or we’ll be stuck here until you start talking because I am not getting into that damn vehicle unless you tell me what the fuck is wrong.”

You open your mouth, ready to call on his bluff as he stands there with his arms crossed over his chest. Until you remember that he is the one who has the key to the jeep and he looks like he meant every word he said. He may not be holding you in place anymore, but it still feels like he is keeping you prisoner. With a scoff, you could only scream at him, “I can’t fucking believe you.”

Your outburst makes him flinch, yet he doesn’t even make a move to stop you as you push him on the chest. You could no longer keep everything inside, the frustration and rage have been boiling up to a point that you can no longer breathe. “You wanna know what’s wrong? You are everything that is wrong,” you yell at him while pushing against his chest. “This was supposed to be our trip, and everything was supposed to be amazing. You weren’t supposed to be a part of it. And you ruined everything!”

Jungkook watches you with a confused frown on his face as you continue to rant. “I ruined it? How? As I recall you had tons of fun on every stop we made and I stayed out of your way the best I could. We even talked just today and you told me everything was okay.”

“You are just fucking frustrating,” you cry out while shaking your head. You hate confrontation and you are beginning to regret ever saying a thing. You should have kept your mouth shut and move on, forget everything and bear with it until another day when you would part ways. “And why do you even care about my fucking mood swings? It’s not like you’ve ever bothered to care if I existed anyway or that we were exactly friends. We’re basically strangers now, remember?”

Jungkook opens his mouth, looking ready to argue, except that he stops himself before he could. Meanwhile, you could see the glimmer of pain and regret showing up in his eyes. As if your words had somehow struck a nerve the same way it did yours when he said it. Oddly, you take no pleasure in having him feel the same pain.

You have always seen yourself as this hope-battered girl who was scorned in the past, believing that the whole world will always be out to get you after losing both your best friend and first love at the same time. You had always put up walls around you, keeping people out, both old and new, keeping them at arm's length just so it would be easy for you to run away when people get too close, to be near enough to be able to hurt you.

You have always seen Jungkook as the villain, the one who had wounded you. And while you had thought that all the years you spent in disdain, carrying all the bruises within, you realise that you have never given time to see Jungkook—to actually see him—without the past controlling you and preventing you from seeing what was beyond that hurt. You have been feeling so lost and confused ever since he brought up the past while you were stuck with him up on the Ferris wheel, reminiscing the past as if all you had with him was nothing but good memories. And it has you wondering if there is something that you have been missing, or if both of you are remembering things differently.

No, there couldn’t be, you try to shake off the thought, but it feels meek compared to your need to heal, to stop carrying this wound inside you.

“I never think that way. I have never—” he slowly mutters, surprising you when you hear him speak to you the same way he used to. Gentle, warm, but there is a hint of wariness when he adds, “But I guess you’re right. Maybe I don’t know you at all.”

You can barely resist the urge to flinch, but you manage to keep it calm when you answer him. “Maybe.” Just like I don’t know you as much as I had thought. Not then, and definitely not now. “But it sure goes both ways, doesn’t it? Because I certainly don’t know who you are. Not anymore. And it’s been that way for a long time, Jungkook.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw, suddenly looking like you had just snap something inside him the same way he did to you. It doesn’t matter that your voice had lost its venom, when the truth seems to be painful enough to do the job.

“So who knows you better then? Those boys you hang around with? The boys I see you kissing on campus? Are they your friends who know you so well? Do you think they know you better than I ever would, huh?”

Surprised, and completely livid that he would say something so vile, even after he had seen what it did to you when he said it back at The Pier, you only fall silent. You had thought that he never cared. He had never made a point to pay attention to you, much less to even look at you even if you had deliberately flaunted your flings, kissing other boys and publicly showing people each time you were seeing someone. You had done those things while wishing and hoping that it would draw his attention, until you saw that nothing could stir him into reacting to you in any way. That was when you had stopped trying. You even stopped trying to date anyone when you had never truly gotten interested enough in anyone as much as you did with him before he broke your heart apart.

It was all his fault, you curse to yourself just as you realise this. He had undeniably ruined you for life, and there is no way in hell you are going to stand here and take every single jab he dares to throw at you.

“So I kiss boys. Big deal. It’s not my problem that it bothers you so much. At least they have always made it clear what they really wanted from me instead of going hot and cold at the same time. At least I wasn’t the one who kissed someone only to ditch them the next day.” You wish you could have been strong enough to keep your chin up as you face him, to care less about what he thinks about you, but there is no stopping it the moment you open up the wound and let the truth come out. You have had enough. You’ve had enough of keeping things in, letting yourself wallow in your hurt for much longer while he is out there, being completely oblivious of what hurt he had done. “What the fuck was I supposed to do? Sit around and wait long enough until I could finally get over you?”

Jungkook’s frown deepens. “Get over me? What do you mean?”

“Are you daft? Or did you hit your head and lost your memory or something?” You have no idea which hurts you more, the fact that it happened, or the fact that he doesn’t seem to care enough about it to remember. “You sure it didn’t ring a bell? Because that’s exactly what you did to me. We were friends, then you kissed me on my birthday, making me believe that I had meant something to you, before you decided I wasn’t worth it and started ignoring me the next day. You didn’t care enough for me then so why the fuck are you acting like you care about anything at all?”

It feels like a slap in the face to think that you never mattered, but to see that he has the audacity of sounding bewildered when you talk about it only makes you even angrier. You just ripped your old wound open and he is standing there, basically mocking you by playing dumb.

“I never thought you weren’t worth it. I never said I didn’t care—”

“Really now? Well, kissing that bitch Yeji in public after not talking to me for days sure did show just how much I truly wasn’t worth it for you so why saying it different now?” You are no longer screaming at him at this point but you still hate how your voice sounds so small. You hate feeling small. Hate it more when you feel like this right in front of him, when you sound so insecure. But you just cannot help it, when you still cannot understand why he would do such a thing to you to make you feel this insecure for years.

“You kissed me, and the next day, you just stopped talking to me. Instead, I had to find you talking to other people, kissing other girls. You said you saw me? Well, guess what? I have eyes and I saw you too. We’d been friends and I trusted you and everything changed and you became this other person I didn’t fucking know anything about. I knew you were struggling, but what I can’t understand is why you had to take it out on me. You were supposed to be my friend, damn it!”

Jungkook is silent as he takes everything in. Each word you give him seem like a slap to his face, a slap back to reality, until he suddenly looks defeated. When he releases a deep sigh, the sound seems to come from somewhere deep inside him. “Damn right everything changed. Because after kissing you, I was sure you were the only one I’d ever wanted, and I couldn’t have you.”

You gape at him before a bitter laugh escapes you. “You’re not making any sense. You wanted me, so you stopped talking to me?”

He tersely nods. “Yeah.”

“Help me understand how is that supposed to be okay because—” you desperately try to hold your tears back, only to fail. You are completely at a loss and he is certainly not helping the matter when he keeps going in circles.

“You were my best friend, then you changed everything when the kiss happened. You opened up a whole can of worms and instead of helping me understand what was going on and how to deal with it, you just shut me off and vanished from my life,” you let the words come out, spilling so easily after you had kept everything to yourself for years. And you cannot deny the pain it gives you when it feels like you are ripping open the band-aid that you have put on to hide your pain for so long. The wound may be old but it feels like it is starting to bleed again the more you speak. “I tried to talk to you so I could understand what was going on, and—how could you say that you never thought I wasn’t worth it only to show me differently then?”

Jungkook raises his hands and thrusts them through his hair, pulling each messy strand while he keeps murmuring things under his breath before he finally speaks louder. “I’m...sorry. I’m sorry about a lot of things, I—” he takes a deep breath and stands to face you again after letting his hands drop to his side. “I know I won’t be able to justify the things I’d done. If only I could go back and turn back time, I swear to you I would.”

He shakes his head and then it is his turn to let everything that he had kept to himself finally come out. “I was dealing with a lot of stuff. My parents splitting, and then my Dad suddenly turned into this other person I couldn’t recognise and he was taking it out on both me and my brother. Then the next morning after your birthday, I found out that my brother had left. It was just me and my Dad and all the mess that my Mom left behind for us to deal with. I just didn’t—I didn’t feel worthy enough to be with you. You had your problems too, and I didn’t want to dump everything on you.”

You look at him for a long time. And the more you see him, you can feel your anger thawing slightly, even if it has yet to do anything to eliminate the hurt. You can tell that he is being sincere when he shows all of his pain and regret in his eyes. Which says a lot, knowing how easy Jungkook has always been able to mask his feelings.

“You could’ve talked to me. I trusted you enough to talk about my problems, so why couldn’t you?”

“I—I couldn’t.”

Shaking your head, you cannot help but sneer, “You couldn’t. You could kiss me and ditch me but couldn’t talk to me. So that’s why you chose to run to that bitch Yeji to cry, huh? So she could kiss you and make things better?”

He flinches. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to kiss her.”

“Right,” you scoff at him, though it sounds more defeated than what it is supposed to. And it doesn’t help that your voice cracks when you continue to add, “Maybe you didn’t mean to kiss me either. Maybe you never saw me as anything else but something to toy with while you’re dealing with your stuff which you could throw away once you were done with me.”

Swallowing a sob, you try to walk past him. You don't even care to think of how you wouldn’t be able to get into the jeep until he snaps out of it and follows you behind. Except that he moves faster than what you had expected he would, and instead of grabbing your arms the way he did, he simply wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly to him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to you, repeating those words with his warm breath falling on your hair. “I didn’t realise how much I’ve hurt you. I knew I was wrong, but a part of me truly thought that maybe with time, things will be okay again. But I should’ve known what my stupid actions would do to you and I should’ve done something to fix it.”

Shaking your head, you let out a bitter laugh. “How could you?” you question him with a sob. “How could you even think that you didn’t hurt me? That I wouldn’t feel anything after you kissed me and treated me like I was everything and then—”

He swiftly turns you around in his hold and presses his lips on yours just to stop you from talking. Your body grows tense for a moment, before you finally give in, falling into his chest as you return his kiss. You can barely comprehend if this is truly happening, or if you are imagining him kissing you. But then he bites your lips a little, making you gasp while he drinks the sob that has been escaping your lips. He starts peppering your face with soft kisses, drying your tears with his lips until you slowly calm down in his embrace.

When finally stops, he still keeps his hold on you and rests his forehead on yours. “I didn’t mean it to happen.”

“The kiss?” you gasp softly. “So I was right, then? I never meant a thing to you, didn’t I?”

His grip on you tightens. “No, I was talking about the kiss you saw that day. It wasn’t meant to happen,” his voice cracks just he says the words. “It was a stressful time for me. Everything was a mess back home. My Dad had totally lost it, my brother spent most of his time away from home until the day he actually left me behind so I was the one who took all of my Dad’s anger and had to face his meltdowns. I would go to school to forget, to avoid all of that mess, but I couldn’t talk to anyone at all. Not about what was going on at home. I couldn’t control my emotions and I got angry all the time. That was why I kept getting into fights and I didn’t want you to deal with that. I was turning into my Dad and I couldn’t do that to you, and I was too ashamed of myself to face you, much less to talk about it with you. That day, I was leaving the tracks after PE class was over and she came to see me, telling me that she needed to talk.”

When he releases a sigh, his breath is shaking against your skin. “I didn’t even know how it happened. I—” he swallows hard and pulls away briefly, averting your gaze in shame. “One minute she was talking. I was so numb I couldn’t even remember what she was talking about. Something about a party, a date, she could’ve talked about the end of the world for all I care. And then the next minute she was on me, and I didn’t make a move to stop her.”

You close your eyes, wincing as the shattered pieces in your chest come back to prick you where it hurts. Before you can let the tears fall once again, you try to pull away, only to have him pulling you back to him. “I saw you, you know. That day, after I pulled away, I saw you running out of the field and I knew then that I had lost you.”

“And you also didn’t make a move to stop me.”

“I didn’t know how. I already felt like I didn’t deserve you, and my childish thought was telling me that it would have been better that way, even if I had wanted so badly to chase you,” he says with pure shame written all over his face. “But I know now that it was wrong for me to think that way. I wish I could change what I did. The only thing I can do is to make it up to you. If you’d let me.”

“Jungkook—”

Jungkook catches your chin before you could shake your head and walk away, forcing you to look at him. “I spent years trying to figure out how to talk to you. But you wouldn’t even look at me,” he chuckles bitterly. “And I knew that it was purely my own fault. By the time I managed to get everything sorted out—my problems, my anger, even got my Dad some help with his meltdowns—it was way too late. I had thought that with time, you would be able to heal. We both would.”

He searches through your face, as if he is trying to find an answer by looking into your eyes. You have no idea what he might be seeing there, but he slowly mends your heart with what he says next. “I’m sorry about what I said. I was—jealous, when I saw you with other people, laughing with them, kissing those boys you went out with, living your life without me being a part of it. I never knew that you held all this pain for so long.”

You clench your jaw tightly. “I tried to ignore it. I thought I could move on as long as I hate you and not let myself remember what we had,” you murmur softly to him, before shaking your head. “Communication works both ways. I didn’t try to reach out to you either.”

He nods. “We’re here now. We can fix this together,” he says, tilting your face up by your chin and pressing his lips on your temple when he whispers, “But you have to let me in. Please, let me in.”

“I tried to keep hating you. It was easier to stay angry just so I would stop hoping for you to come back,” you admit to him just as another set of tears begin to fall.

Jungkook smiles as he traces your cheeks, capturing each drop of tear that had escaped from your eyes with the touch of his fingers. “I’d always thought you hated me so much that I couldn’t even dare to hope that I would get you back.”

His fingers continue to touch your face, warm and rough against your skin, and everything that you were trying to say to him disappears. The gesture leaves you immobilised, breathless, and you find yourself slowly moving back into his arms.

And then he is kissing you again. His mouth feels hard and scorching hot against yours, stealing your breath and swallowing your sobs until they are no more. His tongue swipes over the seams of your lips and you open for him, letting him thrust into your mouth.

He holds you to his chest, pressing you against the steady beat of his heart. The solid muscles on his arms feel good as he wraps them around you. It feels safe and warm to be in his embrace, and you simply cannot believe just how much he could still affect you while being so gentle with you, as if you can easily break.

“I still hate you,” you whisper against his lips, and you can feel him smiling.

“I know.”

“I am still mad at you.”

He kisses you gently. “I know, baby. I didn’t expect you to not make me work for it. Do you want me to stop?” he whispers, and you open your eyes to find him watching you, waiting for your answer.

You should say yes, because things are moving way too fast you could barely process everything. Like your entire world is tilting into different directions and you are expected to simply adjust to the change. Just a few days ago, he was nothing but a stranger. Hours ago, you had to force yourself to be friendly, only for the sake of the trip. And now he is kissing you, making you feel all the same emotions that you had felt many years ago, but better. Stronger. But instead of telling him this and pushing him away, you lift your arms around his neck, holding him close. “No, don’t stop.”

When your lips meet each other again, it is you who initiates the kiss, pressing your lips on his with the same gentleness as what he has been giving you.

“_____,” his voice is deep and ragged, you can feel it rumbling from deep within his chest. “I’ve wanted to do this and kiss you since that morning I saw you at the diner, right at the beginning of the trip.”

You laugh softly into the kiss. “While I was trying not to hurl the breakfast plate right at your face?”

He grins at that. “Yeah, right at that moment. I’d let you hurl me everything you could find in that diner as long as I get to kiss you like this,” he mutters just as he captures your lips again, pressing harder as he takes you.

His teeth nip into your bottom lip, leaving a sting that draws a surprised yelp from you that sounds completely foreign to your own ears. Your soft cries drag into a moan when he sweeps the tip of his tongue over the slightly abused flesh, then he thrusts his tongue inside your mouth in a way to claim and dominate you. Jungkook catches you right on time as your knees grow weak, when your body slowly gives in to the heat surging down your body as he continues to devour your mouth. It feels intoxicating. Intense. A whole lot better than what you remember and what you could have imagined. Your head is swimming, as if taken into an elusive high that no liquor or drugs could take you to. Needing more contact, you slip a hand under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin. The slight intake of breath that he makes as your knuckles brush his skin only pushes you to be even more brazen, touching him further to trace his toned muscles, but then Jungkook pulls back with a grunt as if your touch burns him.

“Still ticklish?” you tease him with a grin, recalling briefly how you would tackle him and pinch at his torso to have him surrendering to your will.

Your question draws a grin of his own. “Some things haven’t changed,” he says, before capturing your lips again, taking you possessively before reluctantly releasing you out of the need for air.

But neither of you are willing to come apart even once your lips are no longer pressed with one another. You remain attached to each other with your nails raking along the muscles that feel high strung under his shirt and his mouth travelling lower, nipping and licking on your skin. Starting from the corner of your lips first, then moving steadily lower to your jawline, to the hypersensitive part of your neck which he could reach by pulling the strands of your hair back. A straggled cry escapes your lips when he presses his mouth right at the most sensitive part of your skin, and with the sound your make, the last tether of restraint that he still has just snaps like an old, brittle rubber.

With a rumbling grunt, Jungkook takes your mouth again, kissing you harder like a hungry man taking his fill while he shuffles you backward until your spine is pressed against the side of the jeep. The cold steel pressing on your back has your body shivering, before Jungkook pins your body into the vehicle with his own, bringing back his body heat pressing on your front.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers, then his mouth returns on yours and he steps closer, pulling you to his chest while his hips come resting at your center. His hardness comes pressing into your stomach and your body reacts the moment you let go, grinding yourself against him. Jungkook makes deep, throaty moans as you swivel your hips, rubbing your center along his covered girth.

As he leans over you, you bury your fingers in his soft, messy locks, drawing him down so you could kiss his mouth, needing to taste him and touch him at the same time, the same way he kissed you then, perhaps better. It is something that you have felt for a while but you could never admit to your own need. You had been trying to fight the attraction, but you can no longer fight against the need that has been growing stronger ever since you began letting down your walls.

Without breaking your locked gazes, he bends down and puts his strong hands on your waist. Shifting forward, he lifts you up onto the hood of the jeep, having you seated on the edge before he comes standing right between your spread legs.

Jungkook stands still for a moment, taking everything in. The way you are sitting there with your legs open on either side of his hips, your arms around his neck, and your lips all swollen after the long heated kiss.

He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat before capturing your mouth in his again. It feels like his body quakes as he melts into the kiss, as he falls over you, bracing his hands on either side of you to stop himself from pressing you back onto the hood. He starts kissing you deeply, his tongue thrusting through your lips to stroke yours.

Nothing tastes quite like him, you realise. Nobody that you had kissed could ever come close. And you simply cannot get enough of him. Clutching at his shoulders, you hold on tight as he is kissing you harder. His tongue strokes deeper inside your mouth, moving so bold and aggressively as he devours you, taking what was his—what had always been his—and it sends bolts of pleasure rushing down your belly.

Without even breaking the kiss, Jungkook slides your jacket off of your shoulders, pulling it off before tossing it against the front window.

Suddenly, both of his hands are under your shirt, unclasping your bra and starts pulling everything off together, making a quick work of getting rid of both your shirt and bra together until you are exposed from the belly up. Your nipples are turning rock hard under the cold night air, and each of them throbs under his gaze. His eyes are dark as he reaches out, touching your breasts gently in his palms.

“Soft and beautiful,” he whispers, looking at you with eyes filled with wonder. As if he is still finding it hard to believe that this is actually happening. Even you cannot believe that he is actually touching you so intimately, caressing you so gently while igniting the flame inside you until you burn under his tender touch.

“Damn it, Jungkook,” you cry out, while your body reacts on its own, pushing your chest to his hands. You keep releasing strangled moans as his fingers move to work on your hardened nipples, touching and brushing, before he starts plucking them, feeling each peak turning into little pebbles.

“What do you want me do? Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want,” he mutters softly without stopping what he is doing to you. His voice sounds harsh and deep, and you might as well picture him whispering them to you with his mouth pressing on your core with the way you are throbbing so hard down there under the sound of his voice.

“Put your mouth on me,” you finally say to him, wearing a hint of a snarl in your voice, the sound that you have never once made to anyone else before. You pull at his hair again, bringing him lower to you, to which he obediently complies to. “Fuck my breasts with your tongue,” you whisper to his lips. “And make me feel good with it.”

He briefly closes his eyes, as if he is taking your command like a prayer. The moment he opens those pretty eyes on you again, they have grown darker with pure desire. He keeps his eyes on you even as he dips lower, latching his lips onto one exposed breast, drawing its peak between his teeth until he earns a startled gasp coming right out of you.

“So fucking beautiful,” he damn near growls against your flesh, raking his teeth and lips around the hardened nipple, giving it a suck before letting it go, only to go back for seconds. The low grunt he keeps making simply makes it seem like he is enjoying this just as much as you are. Either he finds the joy from tasting the texture of your rounded peak with each flick of his tongue or that he is simply relishing on how his ministrations draw out your deep moans, he just continues on, making you arch into him as if you want him to take you deeper if possible.

Cupping your breast, he continues to taste, to tease, to feast. He seems to be worshipping you with the way he is tenderly touching your flesh while his mouth continues to devour your sensitive nub and your hot skin. You have never once come to an orgasm from having someone fondling and sucking at your breast, but the pulsing happening inside your core feels so intense that you won’t even be surprised if he pushes you over the edge if he carries on.

Just as your hips buck against him, Jungkook releases you with one last graze of his teeth over the sensitive nub before moving to the other side, repeating every single treatment on the neglected breast until you are writhing against him, losing all control. His fingers come to where his mouth has been, plucking at your abused nub while he devours the other, leaving an overwhelming sensation surging through your whole body. With every flick of his fingers and every swipe of his tongue, your sex clenches and quivers between your legs. And he hasn’t even touched you there yet.

“God, please, please, please—” You don’t even know what you are asking from him, but the words simply come your of your lips like a broken prayer while your body moves on its own, as if enchanted. Your hips seem to have their own mind as you continue grinding, lifting, and riding against his crotch, pressing against his covered erection that keeps growing stiff under his jeans.

Then his hands reach down between your bodies, pressing on your covered mound, drawing a soft cry just as he feels the heat growing there.

Your eyes snap open, suddenly remembering where you are, and your body grows stiff. “Someone will see us,” you whisper breathlessly at him while looking frantically around you.

Jungkook chuckles softly while he continues to nibble at your nub. Completely careless to what you are trying to warn him about. “We’re too far away from the road, and we’re hidden enough without any streetlight nearby.”

Looking around, you know that he is right. Jungkook had parked the jeep in a dark corner, where the nearby lights cannot reach but not too dark enough to render you without a clear sight. You can still see his face under the dim moonlight, catching his sly grin as he latches his mouth on your nipple, almost denying you will to think clearly. You also realise that the parking lot is only slightly off the main road, and it is late enough for cars not to pass by so often. But your self-awareness still feels so strong, especially when you feel him tugging on your jeans.

“We’re still out in the open,” you whisper, though you make no move to stop him from trying to get your jeans off of you. “And this is Tia’s jeep.”

Jungkook only chuckles against the nape of your neck, kissing you there just to distract you. Although he still stops what he is doing, only to tease you with, “I wouldn’t tell them if you won’t.”

You cannot resist the need to scoff at him, even if his lips are terribly distracting you by tracing kisses down the column of your throat. “This is surely an interesting way for you to make up for things.”

You can feel his chest rumbling with laughter. “I don’t do things the usual way,” he says, before he pulls back up to look at you. “And I thought you love the challenge?”

You cannot deny that you still feel a bit worried about going any further than this. Not only for the fact that you are out in the open, but also because there are still a ton of things left unsaid between you. The fear of getting hurt is still there, and you are feeling it now stronger than ever because you are opening yourself to him once again, leaving you completely vulnerable. But Jungkook remains patient, and it gives you a certain kind of warmth to know that he might be doing his best to be more careful about it this time. To be way more careful with you.

He must have felt your worries, because he gently tilts your chin up and says, “We can stop anytime you want. Take things easy, take our time, get to know each other again.” He leans in, kissing your lips in the softest way he possibly could, until he can feel your tension slowly leaving you. “We can go at your pace, baby. You and me.”

“Don’t stop.” You surprise yourself when you firmly answer him. The words serve not as permission, but more like a command when you said it, and Jungkook’s grin only lets you know that he would be more than happy to yield to your commands. Suddenly, you can feel a wave of confidence coursing through you and you realise that this is truly what you want.

You cannot predict the future. Nor can you tell yourself that you wouldn’t wake up in flames tomorrow morning. But you sure as hell know what your heart needs right this moment. Even if you cannot tell if you still have any sanity left. Maybe Tia was right, you guys have been under the sun for too long.

Yet you soon realise just how much you need this—to feel the connection that you have once lost, to have him mend whatever he had left broken. Perhaps you can even fix something of his too.

Seeing that you are once again lost in your own thoughts, Jungkook kisses the tip of your nose and says, “Okay.”

Before you could question what he meant, Jungkook starts kissing his way down your body, pressing his lips onto your sternum, your breasts, trailing his way down to your stomach. Your body melts like butter under the touch of his sinful lips. Every nerve in your body are flipping awake. Every inch of your skin burning with pleasure and need, lighting up like haywire. And it is enough to distract you, allowing you to miss out on the way his hands are moving between you, finding the button on your jeans and tugging it lose.

The snap on your waist is what leads you to look down, finally noticing what he is doing to you. He has his eyes on you while he keeps tracing his hot mouth lower, capturing the zipper and pulling it down with his teeth. The sight has you breathless, while his piercing gaze renders you immobile. There is nothing you can do as he keeps on working on peeling the fabric off of your body. His gentle hands spreading the waistband of your pants to pull them down your hips, before he starts easing them down your legs.

Jungkook leaves you sitting there on top of the hood only in your cotton panties while he takes care of your clothes, throwing them into the passenger seat before returning back to you. You still have something to cover your intimate parts at least, but you might as well feel naked, completely exposed to both his hungry gaze and the cold late-night breeze. The faint scent of the ocean is still present when you take a deep breath. But there is something else that mingles between the peculiar scent. It is not until when Jungkook returns to hover on top of you when you realise that it is his scent—the all male and musky scent of his cologne with a hint of something sweet, something that belongs only to him.

With a deep breath, you relish in it, just as you let him engulf you with his warmth when his hands return to your skin, his eyes following every movement his fingers are making as he trails down the bare curves of your body. He lowers himself together with his touches, until he is suddenly bending down right before you.

A slight rumble of your whine gets locked in your throat when he spreads your legs apart, revealing your covered center for his eyes to see. He slides his hand up your inner thigh, making you shudder as his fingers keep climbing up all the way in between your legs. You expect him to tease you, to simply caress you while he allows the anticipation growing within you, only to slide directly to touch the thin fabric covering your core. The way your hips jolt to his touch brings a lopsided grin to his face. He strokes his thumb over the soft fabric, placing pressure right on your covered clit, and you immediately shudder against him.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

Another shudder comes through you as he rubs against your folds from over your panties. The barrier does nothing to stop the rush of pleasure coming from his touch. The soft whimper and the way your body is moving on its own, with your hips gyrating against the movement of his fingers, it all should be enough to serve as his answer, when your body clearly knows how to show what it wants before your mind could barely process it happening.

But then Jungkook pulls his hand back and kisses the inside of your thigh to pull your attention back to him. “Give me your words, baby,” he whispers against your skin, kissing his way up. “Or I will stop, tuck you back into your clothes and drive us both back to—”

“No,” you immediately stop him, pushing yourself up from the hood. “I already said don’t stop.”

Jungkook merely chuckles at that. “Very well.”

With a grin on his face, he cups the back of your thighs with his strong palms, lifting you up slightly off the hood while you ease backward on it. Throwing you a quick glance, Jungkook leans in between your legs, getting terribly close to your covered core. You feel his warm breath falling on your skin first, then the ghostly touches of his lips come skimming along the fabric, before he presses his lips right on your covered mound, sending you squirming in his hold. His mouth feels hot on you, sending jolts of electric waves rushing through your body that has your toes curling, your fingers clenching tight on your side, holding back from reaching down to grab him by the hair.

He continues to nibble, to devour, to kiss, working on his sinful mouth to bring you pleasure and your panties soaking wet with your arousal, then he pulls back. Looking up at you with a devilish grin, Jungkook gently asks, “Okay there?”

It takes a moment before your words could come out. “Define okay.”

“Does it feel good? Or am I doing a lousy job here?”

You have no idea whether you should laugh or groan at him. “Just get your mouth back on me.”

“Not yet,” he rasps. “I need to take these off.”

“What?”

Jungkook sets you back down on the hood with his hands gripping gently on the waistline of your panties. He stops briefly to make an eye contact, catching you nodding your head to urge him on, before he begins peeling the fabric down your legs. You don’t even care to see where it wounds up after Jungkook clutches it in his hand, when the cold hits you instantly, brushing against your leaking center. Just when you are about to close your legs, to press down against the throbbing need growing from deep inside your pussy, Jungkook returns to hold you by the knees, keeping your legs apart.

He wastes no time and dives in, burying his head in between your legs with a blink of an eye, and his mouth is suddenly on your folds. He licks you softly at first. Then he begins to work faster, pressing his mouth on you firmer, sucking at your clit and teasing his tongue around it after he had made it all throbbing and swelling for him. He keeps changing his pattern, alternating between licking, sucking, lapping and swirling his tongue in circles, keeping a steady rhythm that drives you completely wild in his hands.

With the way he seems to be giving much detail in his ministrations, it soon becomes quite obvious that all Jungkook wants is to give you pleasure. He doesn’t rush things like your previous partners would have, and he even keeps his eyes looking up at you once in a while, gauging on your reaction and using the sounds you are making as his encouragement, making him give you more to each time he sees just how good you are having it. He shows no sign of pushing to be inside you. Not until he could push you over to the edge.

His strong hands remain on your knees, keeping your legs spread for him as he keeps on going, working his mouth on your pussy until your thighs tighten around his head, your body starts convulsing, and you let out a gasp, crying out into the darkness when the waves of pleasure come rising so intensely from deep within your core.

Grinding your hips into his mouth, you relish on your climax, crying out his name like an enchantment. You have never come so hard. Never to a point where your brain gets completely muddled, until nothing else exists except for your quivering limbs, the pulsing warmth still going strong inside you, and Jungkook’s caressing tongue lapping at your essence.

He goes on, letting you feel every ache and every tremble of your limbs, taking you part by part before putting you back together by leaving his gentle kisses along your slit.

You don’t realise how much you have been tossing and arching your body to his mouth until he lays a palm on your stomach, keeping you steady before you would slide off from the jeep. “Sshh—keep your voice down, baby. We don’t want to draw any attention.”

Gasping a breath, you swallow down the moan that is still hanging in your throat. Only then do you feel your mouth dry and your throat tight, as if you had been crying and screaming the entire time. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to hold back.”

Jungkook chuckles. “You enjoyed it, don’t you? Does it make you feel hot for doing this out in the open?” he rasps as he slowly begins to rise up, hovering on top of you so he could taste your lips again.

His fingers come down to where his mouth has been, spreading your nether lips for him, while he captures your lips with his mouth, drinking the sounds you are making as he pushes his fingers in. Your walls continue to pulse against his digits as he drives them into your heat, pressing down to the course of your throbbing until you can feel your muscles growing tight, already coming so close to the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers to your lips, pressing his thumb and rubbing at your clit as he works his long fingers in and out of your pussy. “Don’t hold it in, baby. Let it go for me.”

Recapturing one hard peak of your breast between his lips, he wraps his tongue around it as he flattens one palm on your belly, holding you down slightly while his thumb reaches out low enough to capture your clit, circling it, as he quickens the movement with the other hand to fuck your pussy with his fingers. Your walls clench and pulse around his digit, your hips moving in tandem, pushing down onto his hand as he pushes his way in, and pulling back to release him. Groaning deeply against your skin, he sets up a firm, relentless rhythm as he thrusts his finger into your sex, until you are writhing and twisting against his hand and mouth. Without missing a pace on his hands, Jungkook moves to the other breast. But instead of giving it the same treatment to make it fair, he immediately bites the hard nub between his teeth, giving you enough pain that sends an intense wave of pleasure right through your core.

“Oh God,” you rasp out, your voice coming out as a cross between a sob and a moan when you finally trip over to the edge. He releases your nipple then, leaving it throbbing in the mixture of pain and pleasure under the cold breeze. Then he crushes his mouth on yours, swallowing your cries when he adds a third finger into your pussy while grinding his thumb against your clit. And then you are screaming into his mouth, your pussy clenching tightly around his digits as your body pulses into your orgasm.

Minutes pass by slowly before you come down from bliss, still with him thrusting his fingers slowly into you. He rubs your clit until the last shudder eases from your body, and only then does he releases you, pulling his hands from between your legs. The void that you feel after feels terribly strong, but he distracts you by kissing his way down your neck, before he makes a show of licking his fingers clean to taste you.

Once your heartbeat settles down some and you are no longer breathing heavily in pleasure, the silence that falls around you feels so thick and heavy that you keep yourself from saying a word to break it. Then he moves to capture your lips again while shifting closer between your trembling legs. Your body jolts in surprise as he presses his covered crotch against your center. As if your body has its own mind, you begin to move your hips, grinding your sensitive folds along the hard-on that you feel growing on him. Even through your fuzzy brain, you are still quite hyperaware of your surroundings. The place is still silent. The only sounds you hear are the mixture of your soft moans and Jungkook’s soft grunts as he begins o buck his hips, gyrating his covered cock and starts rubbing himself along your slit.

“I want to be inside you so bad,” he whispers against your lips, before he captures every word you want to say to answer him with a gentle kiss.

Jungkook’s kiss grows still as a faint sound of a car passing by somewhere down the road breaks the silence. Your breath hitches the moment you recognise the sound. Neither of you dare to move for a moment, waiting, only to realise that the sound is still too far away. Yet it doesn’t seem to help ease his worries, when he immediately pulls away and wraps his arms around your waist to lift you up.

“What are you doing?” you squeal at him as he brings you to his chest. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck to hold on before he begins to walk around the jeep, heading towards the backseat.

“There’s no need to let someone else see what’s mine,” he growls as he nips at your bottom lip. “I’ll have you know that I’m not into sharing.”

The words that he gives you makes your head spin, while the way he could easily carry you with him makes you feel light, and not just in the head. Jungkook moves with ease even with your weight pressed to his front. He doesn’t even have any trouble opening the door to the backseat without letting you go. And then he is laying you down gently, releasing you to the fluffy cushion in the back before he climbs in with you with his back facing out of the open door.

“Now, where were we?”

“Pretty sure we’re supposed to make things even.” You tug at the hem of his shirt before pulling it up, exposing the hard plane of his ripping abs, before more artwork on his front shoulders and upper arms slowly come to view. The silver piercing on his left nipple glitters just a wink when your eyes fall on it one more time. Your hands are shaking that you could barely pull his shirt over his head. But he reaches back to help you with it, gripping the hem of his shirt to help you release the sweat soaking shirt off of him.

Your skin flushes once his toned chest finally comes to full view. You had only seen his bare skin earlier at the beach and once on the other day when you walked past him to the gym, yet you had done all you could not to look too close. This time, he is right here, right within your reach, and you are getting the full look of what he had kept hidden underneath his thick clothing.

His strong body is stretched over yours and you cannot resist touching him, wanting to know that he is real.

His pectoral muscles feel like hard slabs of marble and you hate how it feels against your palms. You hate how much you love it, how much you enjoy running the tip of your fingers down the hard plane of his abs, tracing down each ridge until you find that V line on his waist which leads down to the bulge beneath his pants.

This is when you finally come to realise that the Jungkook that you have in your memory is nothing but a fragment of the past. Present Jungkook feels more real, way more raw, and definitely present, and even honest in showing all the broken side of him for you to see. In the past, you would have been relishing on the fact that you had not been the only one hurting over the past. Today, you find yourself despising on how he had been keeping his pain silently, facing it alone while the entire world had come to turn against him. Including you.

“If only you knew just how long I had to pick up all the broken pieces after you turned your back on me. And how long I had to force myself to get up and carry on,” your whisper sounds loud as it fills the backseat, and he leans down to press a kiss on your forehead while exhaling a deep sigh.

“I’m sorry. Truly, forgive me,” he whispers against your temple.

“I still can’t believe you actually paid that much attention to who I’ve been spending my time with.”

Jungkook scoffs lightly. “Are you kidding? It’s the only way I could have a glimpse of your life. I even know the people you’ve dated or those you may have had some flings with,” he admits shamefully. “The most memorable one would be your first boyfriend. An obvious loser, I don’t know how you could stand him.”

You shake your head with a bitter smile. “I was just desperate to forget. He was my first for everything—” you say to him, laughing bitterly at the memory. “Except for my first kiss,” you add. “And I regretted him the most.”

Jungkook’s face turns grim as if the mention of your lousy ex rubs him the wrong way just as it does you. “Did you know that he bragged about it in the boys’ locker room? Spouting up some bullshit telling everyone that he was your first?”

Your lips turn to a frown. “Why did you think I dumped him?”

“Good. Was it before or after I broke his nose?” Jungkook asks you as his lips curl up to a sly grin, while your eyes grow wide.

“That was you?” You remember seeing your ex only days after you broke things off with him. He was looking terrible, with his eyes all black and blue and he looked both pissed off and terrified to see you that he practically ran away. He had then spent the rest of the year avoiding you until high school graduation, when he had been doing the most to make sure that keep pestering you to take him back not long after you walked out on him.

You never expected to find that it was Jungkook who had warded him off. Shocked and speechless, you can feel the words of gratitude brewing in your throat. You feel them hanging in your tongue, but you also know that they may never be enough to show him how much you are indebted to him for having him silently protecting you without you even knowing it.

The only thing you know what to do is to show him.

So you cup his face with your trembling palms and pull him lower to you, close enough so you can capture his lips, kissing him gently while putting all of your emotions into it. You can feel the burn of your tears building beneath your eyelids as he returns the kiss with the same gentleness, even as his whole body shudders against you.

Jungkook groans against your lips when he pulls back from the kiss. “It should’ve been me.”

“What?”

You look up to his face, to see his jaw growing tense as he grits his teeth. His eyes are dark with both lust and jealousy, but it is the hint of pain hiding behind them which finally helps you to understand what he meant.

He was your first kiss. He could have been your first on everything else.

Pain throbs deep inside your chest, and your anger comes rising, though it feels not as strong as how it used to be. Simply a remnant of your disdain coming forward. “You shouldn’t have kissed that backstabbing cunt,” you snap at him, sending him rearing back as if you had just slapped his face. Only slightly. Because he quickly recovers and returns to you with the same intensity he had mustered before when he captures your mouth. His kiss feels claiming, possessive, as if he is trying to make up for all the years he had gone without.

All restraints are now gone. All patience lost. All that is left now is the strong attraction that has been buried for too long, rising tenfold with a vengeance as it comes with a mix of your desire.

Your hips begin to rock against him, grinding into him until his cock once again stands at full attention from beneath his tight jeans, demanding release.

Jungkook groans against the column of your throat while he nips along your sensitive skin and whispers, “That really did change the whole course of our lives, huh? Feel free to punish me for that. You know I deserve it.”

The idea of punishing him seems tempting, and you have tons of wicked ideas on how to torment him and have some fun with it. But right now, the only thing you have in mind is how to return his favour. To touch and please him in return.

You place a palm to his hard-on and rub along the shaft through his jeans. The simple touch draws a soft groan from him, and Jungkook bucks his hips against your palm, pressing harder to feel more. With trembling fingers, you work on his belt, undoing his buckle clumsily before tugging it off, then pull down the zipper. You pull his pants down, pass his hips, leaving him in his tight boxers while he continues your work by pushing his own jeans down to his ankles. Meanwhile, you find it hard not to look—to really take a good look at him.

No matter how often you have been tracing your fingers on his skin, he still shudders to your touch. This time, you do it slowly, to feel the flex of muscles on his arms and shoulders as he holds his body over you so he wouldn’t be crushing you down, and then trace the lines of ink leading down to his hips, before you muster the courage to reach lower. He shifts against you as you trace your fingers down his crotch, feeling his hard girth through his tight boxers, and you still manage to find even more surprises coming from him. His hard-on had been pressing against you ever since he held you to him, ever since you had fallen on your back with his body hovering close, and you had felt something quite peculiar about it. You had thought it might be your wicked need messing up with your mind, but it takes you a closer look and a delicate touch to finally feel it.

With a gasp, you pull back, looking down on his bulge once you can feel it through the layer of cloth—the metal bars poking through the fabric.

He’s pierced down there too?

The thought unleashes a moan coming from deep within your throat, and you feel your hot core clenching deep inside.

The last few hours of this trip has been filled with surprises, where you kept finding new things about Jungkook, all that you had never noticed from him before. All the changes that he had endured through those years you were apart. While you were present in the same space but never close. When you could still sense his existence but never once talked.

It was true that he had changed. He is now a hard man, all hard everywhere. His chest, his thighs, hard muscles marking every inch of his body. Silver and black piercings marking him in places, some that you have never expected before. Black ink painted on his skin, making him look like a walking art piece. An art piece that beckons you to touch, to feel, and you find yourself unable to hold back from doing so or to stop the moment you start to. And your whole body is not burning to feel more of him.

You pull him back to you just so you could feel him close. To feel his body heat back against yours and feel his hardness rubbing against your body. You feel a desire that you had never felt to anyone else before. And you show it to him by taking his lips, biting his swollen lip until he releases a deep groan and his hips begin gyrating against your center.

The delightful feeling of his hard-on brushing against your sensitive folds leads your body to react. Spreading your legs wider to make enough space for his width, you rock your hips to rub your bare pussy along his covered length. There is no doubt you would be creating quite a mess if you keep on going, but the pleasure feels too much for you to stop.

Your body is on fire. And he is the only one who could tame it down.

Just as the tingles in your body continue to rise, you pull away from the kiss and gently push him off of you. Jungkook watches you curiously when you push yourself up, sitting back on your knees right on the other side of the seat.

“Come up here with me,” you whisper, reaching out to him. “I want to sit on you. And I sure as hell don’t want to share your sexy butt for everyone else to see.”

Jungkook shakes his head and chuckles softly before he climbs in towards the center of the backseat. You inwardly thank Tia for having quite a spacious backseat in her jeep that he could move easily as he climbs up, pulling his pants all the way off before sitting right next to you. Capturing his lips, you move onto his lap, letting your knees sink in on either side of him while your hands rest on his shoulder to push him back. Pleased to see him taking everything so willingly, you move lower, your hands moving down his torso while your mouth continues to leave open kisses along his jawline, feeling his throat bobbing as he swallows thickly to hold back from taking over even as you start biting on the sensitive part of his neck.

Moving down to his heaving chest, you keep on tracing your lips on his skin just as you drag your fingers down to his briefs. Your mouth latches on to his nipple, taking the one that holds no piercing first, testing things out with your lips, sucking him then biting him lightly until he grunts. Then you move to the other, capturing the bar that is pierced through the left nipple with your lips, rolling your tongue around it before you give it a little suck. With each roll of your tongue, Jungkook’s hips begin to move, bucking up in the same rhythm as your mouth is giving him. With a light suck you give, pulling his nipple by its piercing, Jungkook grabs a tight hold on your hair, pulling its strands as he keeps you there, letting you tease him, torture him, until he is left whimpering, writhing, and groaning in pleasure.

You continue your ministration, alternating between the two nipples, paying more attention to the pierced one. Your action is distracting him just enough as you gently pull the flimsy piece of clothing down his hips. His cock springs free, and he swallows a groan when the piercing on the head of his cock is caught on the fabric. You pull back, trying to focus as you try to pull his cock free. His body flinches to another pinprick of pain before you finally succeed to pull the material, setting him free, quickly pulling the briefs down and off of him while he still has his eyes closed.

Anticipation and desire race through you, pressing against your chest as you run your fingers around his wide cock. His stiff rod weighs heavy against your palm. It feels warm and thick and it pulses at your touch, and your sex throbs as if ready to cover the weight and girth and to feel the drag of it driving deep inside you. The piercing that you felt through his briefs earlier glints under the dim light falling on him. A whimper escapes you when you feel the pure need to have him pushing deep, to feel him buried in you, to have both the thick head of his cock and the fierce silver jewellery rubbing inside your sex until you are left in pieces.

“You are so beautiful,” you whisper against his lips speaking the honest truth of what you see in him. You can still see the shadow of the past when looking at him, the wounds that you had secretly shared for years brimming through his eyes. But through his pain, his imperfection, and through the way he is shamelessly showing you his vulnerability for both of you to heal at the same time, you can see all the beauty lying underneath the hard exterior that he had spent years building around him.

You reach out, tracing the silver bar lining up the tip of his cock with your fingertips, sending him moaning and clenching his hands tightly on his side to hold himself back from flipping you over and fucking you into the seat of the jeep.

Then you wrap your hand around his cock while slowly moving to straddle one of his legs as you begin stroking him. He is hard against your palm. You could feel his pulse and see his piercing shaking to each throb running down his length. You keep your pace, moving your hand up and down his length as you press down your heated core against his toned thigh.

It gives you an instant reaction to feel his hot skin against your heated core. Pleasure comes rising so quickly, like an intense flame licking all over your body. Jungkook’s hands come up to grab your waist before you could fall over, holding you to him so he could return the favour, kissing his way down the column of your throat while letting your bare breasts rub against his chest. Your eyes keep forcing to close as the mixed sensation going through your body, but you resist the best you could. Not when you have such a beautiful view right in front of you.

You peruse him with your gaze, taking in your fill as you capture the sight of the artwork he has on his skin, silently memorising every part of it so you can keep this sight of him in your memory even after this night would end. Then your eyes trail down to his cock, watching it standing hard and wide against your smaller palm, its tip swelling with need and coming close to swallow the piercing that keeps glinting under the dim light.

Then you start stroking his cock faster, firmer, while your body moves in the same rhythm, rubbing your slit against the flex of his thigh. Your breath grows heavy as you continue gyrating your hips, rocking on his lap until you feel it rising, the spasms that begin from the depth of your core and come swirling through your body. You follow each pulse of pleasure with a firm stroke on his cock, feeling him trembling in your hold as his head falls back.

You watch every reaction he makes, keeping your eyes open no matter how hard it is to do so, to stay focus on him. Because you don’t want to miss a thing. Not even the way his chest seems to expand with each breath he takes could make you stop marvelling at the beauty of his skin and the marvellous cock you are touching with your delicate fingers. But you also find that you find it even harder to look away from his face. You cannot stop looking at his lips, parting with the quick intake of breath as you continue to rub your palm along his length. Even the feeling of your slick pussy rubbing along his thigh makes him shudder beneath you, as he relishes in letting you use his body to chase your pleasure. And then there is also his beautiful eyes, sparkling in the darkness and dazzling with need as he looks at you. It feels intimate in some way when you keep your gaze locked on his while you are riding his thigh like this. To watch the way his eyes are dilating the more you touch him.

You keep stroking his shaft, running your fingers over the tip and grazing along the ridges of his cock to make him shudder, toying with his piercing sometimes to draw a quick gasp from his lips, while your other hand moves down to cup his balls and fondle him there. A groan escapes him, sounding throaty and raw as he murmurs, “You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”

Biting your lips, you resist the need to tell him, ’I’m also close to coming,’ as you continue to gyrate your hips, sliding your folds back and forth to have his flex muscles pressing right at your heat.

Jungkook grabs the back of your head and crushes his mouth on yours, wanting to anchor you to him as he rises up, embracing his pleasure coming from your much smaller hand while you are chasing your own, your hot pussy rubbing back and forth on his thigh. He could feel it as you begin to tremble and tries his best to flex his leg even as he feels himself slowly climbing to the peak of his own pleasure.

A dark pressure is rising inside you, right when you feel him tensing beneath you. He is kissing you hard to drown his own moans, to which you return with the same fervour while tightening your hand on his hard-on, stroking him at the same pace as your swivelling hips.

It feels so fucking good. You could feel that you are almost there. While your muscles are coiling up, clenching with the need for release, his balls grow heavy against your palm, as you keep kneading until it tightens in your clutch.

Still holding you to him, Jungkook reaches down with his other hand, curling his palm around yours and squeezes on the upward stroke. You move together in tandem once, twice, then his body begins to spasm as his pressure snaps. His cock jerks and he cries out into the kiss as the wave of his climax rips through him. The feeling of his cum shooting and splashing onto his chest, to your breasts and belly, and to the way his body is quaking with his orgasm all send you to your own. You erupt into your climax, coating his thigh with your release as you press down your clenching pussy harder on him until you are sent into bliss.

The sound of your laboured breathing mixing with Jungkook’s ragged breath fills the backseat for a moment while you are coming down from your climax. Your head falls against his shoulders, both of your bodies already slick with sweat, but neither of you care about it when you hold each other up. Only once Jungkook’s heartbeat begins to settle down to a more steady pace when he finally moves, grabbing his shirt from the floor and use it to clean up the mess on your skin and on his body.

He still has a grin on his face when he tosses the shirt aside, but it does nothing to warn you as he grabs on your waist and presses his lips on yours again. He kisses you until you melt against him, something that you find he could easily do to you. Already, you feel hot to his touches, your heartbeat picks up when he pushes his tongue in, then he pulls back before you can get a chance to relax against him the way you want to.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he groans, flipping your body until you are laid back in the seats and he is hovering on top of you again. “This time, I want to be inside you when I cum.”

Your eyes grow wide instantly. “Can you still go again?” you ask, only to have his grin widening as he looks at you.

“Oh, baby. I can go all night if you need me to,” he says with a chuckle, drawing you to raise a questioning brow.

The answer you need comes not through his words, when you feel his cock pulsing against your thigh, already past halfway hard and ready. A surprised gasp escapes you and Jungkook drowns it with his lips. “Remember, baby,” he whispers between his gentle kisses, his voice is quiet and low, but you can still feel his anticipation in his words and feel the heat rising between you through his kisses. “Your pace. You can say no and stop me if you want to—”

This time, you are the one to press your lips to shut him up. You feel him smiling against your mouth as you mesh your lips on his. “Just shut up and fuck me,” you moan into his mouth, and he moves his hands down, tugging your legs up and spreading them apart for him.

Jungkook gently pulls you closer and props your heels on the edge of the seat, leaving your knees bent and wide to make space for him to position himself at your center. Laying back, you feel like you are being spread open for him to devour, to savour, all ready for him to take you. Resting one hand on your knee, Jungkook strokes himself a few times until the head of his cock grows red and swollen, the tip glows right where the top piece of his piercing pokes through his skin and where you see a drop of his pre-cum comes leaking through.

He reaches down between your legs and you cry out when he touches your folds, spreading your nether lips open for him. With the tip of his fingers, he spreads your slick arousal along your slit as he aligns the tip of his cock right at your entrance, pressing forward until only the thick head slides through. But then he suddenly stops himself before getting too deep, making you wait for it. Your legs are trembling around him already, both for being spread by his girth and for the cold touch of his piercing kissing at your throbbing pussy, a new sensation that you have never felt before.

Jungkook’s voice comes with a whisper as he soothes you, patiently waiting and coaxing you until you relax beneath him. Once you do, you open your eyes to focus on him again, letting him know that you are ready.

He groans and thrusts forward, enough to drive just the first inch or so of his thick cock into your pussy. Locking his eyes on yours, he searches through your face to see any apprehension still lingering there, before he voices his concerns. “There is no turning back from this,” he warns you as he leans in, nipping at your bottom lip just a tease. “And I won’t hold back once we start.”

The promise in his words sends shivers down your spine, knowing that all he is saying would be true. But at this point, nothing could ever change your mind. You have crossed the line, opening your wound for him to see and your whole body and your broken soul are begging to have him filling the painful void until you could heal.

“It’s a bit too late to worry about that, don’t you think?” whispering to him as you press your lips on his.

Kissing his jaw to distract his trail of thoughts, you squeeze your legs around him, pulling him further into your pussy. Your breath hitches slightly as he stretches your pussy, every ridge of his cock and the cold touch of his piercing rubbing at your walls upon entry. Your vision is filled with him as you refuse to close your eyes, watching as everything unfolds and the world around you shatters into bliss. All you could do is stare up to him helplessly, to witness him unravelling to his own pleasure as he pushes himself inside you. His jaw grows slack when he feels the tight fight of your pussy grabbing and enveloping around his cock. Then a deep grunt escapes his lips as he drives deeper, letting your warmth wrap around him further.

Jungkook releases a deep sigh as he leans in, stroking his cock while kissing you, thrusting slowly and shallowly into you. It feels heavenly, feeling as though he is worshipping you by moving gently and slowly in your favour. But you need more. You want him to manhandle you, just to give you a reason to fuck him right back so he could feel your anger for having him deny your presence all those years ago and douse every single drop of its remains until you can no longer feel it brewing inside you.

You put your arms around him, drawing him tight, while you lock your ankles together around his back to press him further into you. “Please,” you beg him between your ragged breath.

“What do you want from me, baby?”

“You. I want you,” you whine and moan as his thrusts just seem to reach deeper, then deeper, and yet he simply keeps the pace steady instead of giving you what you want. “Fuck me, Jungkook. Faster. Harder. More.”

At the sound of your begging, Jungkook pulls back instead of pushing forward. He doesn’t pull all the way back until he is pulled out of your clenching walls, but it does have you whimpering desperately to make him stop before he does. He bends down with a teasing grin on his face, kissing you tenderly despite the dark intent flashing from his eyes.

Then he ends the kiss and finally bucks his hips, pushing his way inside you with a hard thrust, drawing a startled gasp out of you. And you don’t stop gasping, whimpering, begging, as he continues to thrust his cock so hard and so deep, with a firm push of his hips each time he comes back into your depth, rising his pace with each thrust.

He does it again and again, his muscles flexing as he draws into you so hard that not only does he rock your body with his force, but the entire vehicle moving and swaying with his pace. And all you can do is take him, to take everything he is giving you, with your legs spread wide for him and your arms clinging desperately around him to hold on before he would shatter you to pieces.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, taking long, delicious strokes inside you. “Better than I’d ever imagined.”

There is nothing you can say to respond to him. You are nothing but a bundle of sensation rolling and swirling from inside and out. Your brain is muddled with the intense pleasure taking over that words no longer coherent. The only thing you can give him is a series of whimpers, delighted moans coming out of your lips instead of what you want so badly to say to him, ‘You’re driving me insane.’ You are breathing so hard that your voice comes out in short pants and sharp gasps, nothing more but incoherent noises to tell him that he is making you feel so insanely good.

It doesn’t take long before your body stiffens, the spasms of your climax coiling in your core and your pussy clenching tight around him, giving him the sign that you are far too close to the edge. Jungkook’s pace quickens once he feels that you are close. And with it, your cries become sharper, louder, closer together. Your voice becomes something that you can barely recognise as you throw your head back, relishing the pleasure he is giving you with pure abandon.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” he groans, his lips close to your ear. You have been so close to coming that the sound of his voice and the warm touch of his lips on the nape of your neck has your body growing tense, pulling tight like a cord that would be ready to snap into pieces anytime you would let it.

The way your body seems to vibrate with the need for its release coaxes Jungkook to keep on pounding his cock in and out of you. His pace never wavers, not even a sign of him slackening the way his hips are moving against yours. And he keeps on going, until you are hanging on the ledge and ready to hurtle over, as if you are standing right on the brink of your climax and it would only take one last definite thrust to push you over and unravel you with the mounting pleasure rising so fast.

“Come for me,” he growls to your ear, urging you on and telling you to take it. He slides his fingers down your body, finding your clit, and your body shudders with your orgasm erupting from within when he gives a hard pinch on your swollen nub. Nothing but pleasure coursing through you, rolling out of you like intense waves. The sound of your cries fills the air as you unravel, coming hard around his cock.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, pinching his eyes shut as a deep groan escapes from him, relishing on the delightful feeling of your tight walls pulsing and clenching around his hard girth. His thrusts become quick and deep, his breathing growing heavy and hard. Every part of his muscles tightens, and then he finally lets himself go. His breath comes out sharper, harder. His groans start to increase, until his entire body shudders against you, giving another deep and throaty groan as his cock pulses inside you and he fills you up with his cum.

The movement of his hips begins to slow down just a little after. He is still sliding his cock in and out of your pussy, moving slowly and steadily as he grows soft inside you, helping you come down from your bliss while prolonging it at the same time. His heart is thumping hard against your chest, and it slowly settles to a slower pace as he kisses the side of your neck with such tenderness that makes it hard to believe that he is the same person who has been fucking you hard into the seat only moments ago.

Giving you one last thrust, Jungkook finally pulls out of you. With his hands resting on your knees, he keeps your trembling legs spread apart for him. His eyes are dark and his smug grin is wide when he looks down at your center. You are too distrait with the remaining spasms of your climax still rushing through you that you barely notice what he seems so pleased about until you finally feel it. With each throb of your clenching core, a creamy slickness comes gushing right out of your pussy, falling between your legs and onto the seat.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs softly, as if he is looking at the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He reaches out between your legs, tracing the tip of his fingers to catch the falling drop of cum, spreading it around your clit. Your whole body jolts to the touch, still too sore and sensitive that you are left quivering in his hands. “It seems like I’ve marked you as mine.”

A gasp escapes you at his words. “Am I, though?”

Jungkook throws you a small smile, his eyes wavering, hesitant as he wonders, “Would you let me make you mine, after all that we’ve been through?”

Throwing your arms around his neck, you pull him down to you so you can kiss his lips, pressing your lips tenderly on his before whispering, “I’ve always been yours, Jungkook.”

Your whole body is still humming with pleasure when you both arrive back at the motel.

The building is silent, and the room that you are staying in with Tia seems dark from the outside. You open the door carefully to take a peek, only to find Tia sleeping on top of Jaehyun’s chest. Both of them are deep in slumber with the television still running on mute. Moving gently into the room, you place the pack of medicine on the dressing table before hurrying back out to where Jungkook is waiting for you.

“They’re both asleep,” you whisper to him once you close the door behind you. “What should we do now?”

Jungkook only responds to you with a sly smile, smugly wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close. His mouth is pressing on yours in an instant, sending your head spinning and your body singing with need. It doesn’t even matter that you had just fucked each other, the soreness from his hard pounding is still throbbing right between your legs, you are already craving for more. Judging from his deep sigh and his rapid heartbeat, you know that he is feeling the same thing.

“My room,” is the only thing he says when you come apart, before he tugs you away with him, pulling you back into the room he is supposed to be sharing with Jaehyun.

The moment the door is closed and locked, words become irrelevant.

Hands begin to fly everywhere, touching and tugging until every piece of clothing on your body and his are shed on the floor. He captures your mouth with his own while grabbing your body with his strong hands, lifting you up by your waist before tossing you onto his messy bed. His eyes are wild and feral as he crawls on top of you, pure hunger is shown all over his face. The soft mattress and the cold sheets beneath you cradle your weight safely while he pins you down with the hard length of his body and his heat.

He gives you one final kiss, distracting you while his fingers find your heat. With his other hand, he reaches down between your bodies, his palm wrapped around his cock that is already hard and ready for you while you raise your hips to welcome him.

With one push, he is back inside you, reaching deep until all you could feel is his thick cock filling the void within you. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you as he begins to move, pounding in and out of you relentlessly. He spends the rest of the night making love to you, making up for lost time by sending your body rising to your pleasure. And he keeps on going, pleasuring you and filling you up with his warmth again.

And again.

Neither of you are willing to stop until the first light of dawn rises in the horizon, and you welcome the sunrise with the comforting embrace of your climax, both of your release coming together in delicate waves.

Only hours have passed after the cataclysmic event which started from the pharmacy’s parking lot to the interior of Tia’s jeep, followed and ended with more mind-binding sex in Jungkook’s motel room.

Your body is tired and sore, limbs all heavy from all the intense activities that you shared with him the whole night, your energy has been completely drained thanks to Jungkook’s vigour. It feels as if you barely slept more than a wink, which is why it takes a moment for your foggy brain to process the changes happening in the room.

The way the sunlight comes in through the opened door instead of the window, the warm embrace of the morning sun and the tight hold weighing you down from over the covers, the hushed voices whispering from the corner of the room, and how the last two things your senses can barely decipher could not have been coming from the same place when it is happening separately at the same time.

When your mind finally lands on that realisation, you open your eyes and almost give yourself a heart attack when you see the two figures standing right in front of the partly ajar door.

“What the fuck—”

The sound of your high-pitched shrieks jolts Jungkook awake. Immediately on alert as he pushes himself up with a groan. “What’s going on?” he groggily asks while he makes a clumsy effort to cover your nakedness with the cover, while your friends are being all giddy as they are standing there, watching the scene before them with a shared astonished look on their faces.

“That took you two so damn long, huh?” Tia says with an overdramatic sigh. “Should’ve known that all I had to do was to get you two laid before peace would finally commence.”

“What?” You blink your eyes. Once. Twice. Then her words begin to sink in. “You planned all this.”

Tia merely shrugs while Jaehyun snickers right beside her. “We planned for you to make up and get together, yeah. But none of us predicted it would go this far so fast.”

With a sigh, Tia is more than glad to add, “It was painful watching the two of you dancing around while pining for each other for years. And then we’re the ones who had to tiptoe around you to make sure neither of you would go up in flames.”

You cannot decide whether you want to laugh or cry. The entire situation has been so ridiculous, but you are too exhausted to react to it. All you can do is shake your head. “Guess you guys got you wanted, huh?”

While the wicked pair at the door nod their heads, Jungkook curiously asks them, “So—wait, you weren’t sick last night, were you?”

“Nope. Totally faked it. I knew it would be our last chance to get the two of you to talk, cause obviously, leaving the two of you alone at the beach did nothing to make it happen,” she admits, making you groan for falling for it. “But I guess talking is overrated,” she adds, wiggling her brows at you. “So anyway, how about some coffee?”

You open your mouth to say, “Yes!”

You are in need of perhaps a gallon of strong coffee to process everything. But Jungkook beats you up to it and says, “No, thank you. Since this is the result of your scheme all along, we’re going to spend the rest of the morning picking up where we left off. You know, making up for those times she made me feel all pissed off watching her kiss someone else instead of me.”

Then he wraps his arm around you to pull you to his bare chest, sending your best friends scurrying out of the room in a blink of an eye as he leans down to crush his mouth on yours.

Oh, well. Guess the coffee will have to wait after all.

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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let the games begin | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, gamer!jk, light fluff at the end, established relationship

>>word count: 5.7k

>>warnings: dom!jk, BRAT oc, but rly she just wants to be good 😔, big dick koo, spitting, spit eating, boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, um...oh!, crying, crying during sex, not from pain tho, oc just gets overwhelmed :(, aftercare kinda?, boobies, comfort, idk man, riding, weird pet names lmao, oc is so tiny, big jiggly fat tits, OMG COCKWARMING, that’s literally the reason i wrote this lol, breasts, when jk cums.... v sexy, low key one sided sex 🤷🏻‍♀️

>>notes: all gamer lingo is from reddit, bc me and oc are the same in the way that we have no idea what the boys that are ignoring us for video games are saying so if it doesn’t make sense idc 🥲 yell @ me in an ask or sumn

>>summary: just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair 🙄 pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

Hours. Several increments of 60 minutes. Multiple thousands of seconds. It’s been hours since Jeongguk has even acknowledged your presence. You huff and sigh dramatically, rolling around on his bed, accidentally knocking his Zero Two body pillow off. Good riddance. She’s part dinosaur. But still, nothing takes his attention from his prettily lit gaming set-up. You’ve come to your last resort.

Laying back on his pillows, you bunch your skirt up around your waist and then slip your hand down your teeny tiny, baby pink silk panties. They say ‘slut’ in small little silver rhinestones on the front. A gift from you’re extremely rude, extremely sexy talented gamer boyfriend. You let out an over the top moan, hoping to break through the sounds of his game. He does not move a single inch. Ever persistent, you stay at task, actually getting a little turned on with your quick moving little fingers rubbing over your clit. You let moans fall from your mouth freely, thinking about one of the few times he actually let you support him from under the desk. You drooling all over his swollen, uncut cock. Him leaving his mic on at your request. Him struggling to get out coherent sentences to his teammates. Him struggling to keep from moaning as he came silently down your throat. Mmm.

“Tae, Min, rush the blue zone?” He speaks into the mic. You can hear the clicking of his keyboard, as his fingers flit over the control keys. His head moves slightly as his eyes jump between his two monitor set-up trying to take everything in. And just like that, at the sound of his pretty voice, cute lisp and all, your mood is broken. You wanna hear that voice in your ear, calling you names (mean or sweet, you’re not picky), not talking about blue rushes or whatever. Your eyes roll.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself and slow your rapid breathing before you crawl to the foot of the bed, closer to him. His room is rather small, so the elaborate set-up he has extends almost to the end of his mattress, barely enough room for the gigantic chair to swivel around. However this is a plus for you because it makes it so you can rest your chin on his shoulder without disturbing him too much.

“NO! Do not rush blue! Are you stupid or just a fucking idiot?” Jeongguk flinches from how loud Jimin’s shrill voice is, coming from his headphones. Even you can hear it. “We just lost Hobi. We are outnumbered 6 to 3. In what fucking universe would a rush be a good idea? Are you trying to get flamed in a ranked match?”

“Okay damn, I forgot Hobi got no-scoped,” Jeongguk chuckles. He gently, minisculely, oh-so softly shrugs his shoulder, hinting that he wants you to get off, without saying it, knowing you would very-likely, potentially be offended and a little upset. But you don’t move. If he wants you off he can be a big boy and tell you. Maybe you even dig your chin into the tendons of his shoulder on purpose just to be a brat. He still doesn’t say anything apart from a tiny hiss of pain. In fact he deals with you pestering him until you start to mouth at the side of his neck, biting gently. Wet, open mouth kisses leaving a shiny trail on his pulse.

“Okay, you can’t do this right now.” He says, shrugging his shoulder hard, making you accidentally bite your lip. You whimper. “I’m in a ranked match, and we are already getting our asses handed to us. I can’t focus on you right now.” He doesn't even look at you, face glowing in the light of his pc. He probably doesn’t even register how harsh his words sound, too engrossed in the game.

You’re still close enough to hear from his head set when Taehyung says, “Is that __?” He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Yeah.” Is all Jeongguk says in response.

“Hasn’t she been at your place for like 4- On your right! On your ri- nice Kook- for like 4 days?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” His tongue sticks out as he types in a combo attack. He smiles when he lands a kill.

Not for long you think. If he keeps this up, you’ll be finding other ways to spend your time. Like giving yourself a manicure with those cute little sanrio decals he got you the other day. A pretty manicure that would look so cute wrapped around his even prettier thick, hard, pink cock. Keywords being would look, not are going to look. He’s getting ignored for at least 15 minutes. You pout thinking about how you’ve been ignored for at least 3 hours. But still! You remain resolute in your punishment. No kisses, no handjobs, no nothing.

“I literally always hear her bitching about you playing,” Jimin chimes in, snickering. “Tell her to go paint her nails or something.”

Your jaws drops. Then Jeongguk has the audacity to chuckle. You see red.

“FUck this! And fuck you, and fuck your friends, and fuck your stupid ass no-scope, flame ass, rush ass game. And especially fuck you Park Jimin, I hope you never receive a blowjob ever again!” You stand up, pushing your skirt down, and buttoning your sweater all the way to the top. He will not be seeing your cleavage as you make your exit.

“AFK AFK-“ Jeongguk says quickly, getting tangled in his wires for a minute before accidentally tripping on the leg of his chair. You can hear the distant protest of his teammates coming from the abandoned headset. He hisses at the pain from almost falling, and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back.

“Let go of me!” You try to yank your arm out of his hold, very much throwing a fit. But he’s too fit, and you end up facing him, mouth set in a firm pout, and your eyebrows are scrunched in anger. You’re very tiny, but you hope you look evil. You’re eyes watering out of frustration probably doesn’t help though. His hands are firm and strong on your shoulders, keeping you in place.

Close the fucking gyms.

“Hey, hey,” He says, like he’s trying to soothe you. His big hands rub up and down your arms. You hate how it makes your anger die down just a smidge. “What’s wrong, why are you leaving?” He asks. He’s bent a little at the waist so he’s face to face with you, his big eyes searching yours.

Your bottom lip wobbles and your chin gets those ugly dents in it as it quivers. You sob. “B-because you’re n-not even paying att-t- attention to me!” Big cry baby tears roll down your cheeks. Jeongguk looks like he’s trying not to laugh and you give up. Head falling back, mouth hanging open in miserable wails as you drop to the ground defeated. You’re sat in a ‘w’ your skirt pillowing around you. You think you’re much too cute to lose your boyfriend to a video game. But you did your best, fought a valiant fight. It happens to the best of girls, you suppose.

“Chicken,” He coos the odd nickname he had bestowed upon you in the first month of dating. He drops to the floor as well and you can still hear the laugh in his voice. It only makes you cry harder.

“You’re laughing at me while I’m c-crying?” You blubber.

“I’m not!” He says, very much still laughing. He cups your face in his palms, thumbs wiping away your tears only for new ones to quickly take their place. He does his best to still his features into a more serious expression. A hint of a smile still lingers. “I’m not. I just think you’re cute, that’s all.” He kisses your nose.

You blink wide eyed, at the little affection. Then you remember you’re supposed to be having a tantrum. You sniffle.

“Will you please get back on the bed? I’m almost finished.” He asks gently.

You groan. “You’re still going to finish your game? While I’m crying?!” You blink rapidly, willing some more crocodile tears out of your eyes, that had been mostly dry prior.

“Chicky,” He whines, “It’s a ranked match, you know I can’t just quit.” He looks like he’s about to beg you to understand.

And you do. Gaming was really important to him, and he was really good at it, even earning a side income from streaming. But you’re a brat. One that has been neglected and ignored for hours. One that is always desperate for his attention and affection. Not to mention you’re still wet in your panties.

“Your friends were mean to me. They laughed at me.” You whisper, pout turned on heavy.

“They didn’t mean i-“

“And you laughed with them.” You cut him off, tears once again welling in your bambi eyes. You know you’re being a baby, but him laughing really did hurt your feelings.

His face falls and he looks like he’s grasping at straws trying to find a way to defend himself, but ultimately he gives up. He sighs and his head falls. “I know. That was mean of me, and I shouldn’t have done that. But I didn’t mean it,” He looks at you again. His fingers play with the edge of your skirt. “You know I didn’t. And you know I’m sorry. Right, chicken?”

You fight an unwanted smile and swat his hand away. Your resolve is crumbling quickly, but you still have it in you to be petty.

His shoulders sag. “What do I have to do to make you see I’m sorry?” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers running down your cheek and your neck to fiddle with the top button of your done up cardigan. He catches your face lighting up and quickly interjects, “Besides quit the game.”

You huff.

His fingers undo the button he was playing with. “Do you want me to yell at them? Hmm?” He nuzzles your cheek, placing a soft kiss to the apple. He’s undoes another button. With the pull and tension the sweater had on your tits gone, they fall just a little and jiggle lightly. You still say nothing. “What if I let you sit with me while I play?” Another button. “And why are you so covered? Can’t I see?”

You’re a weak, weak girl.

You don’t protest as he removes the sweater from you completely, and pulls the collar of your shirt down so that your big tits spill out the top. He cups his hands around them and squeezes. So squishy and so so soft. Plush. He groans and buries his face in between them.

“You could suffocate me with these and I would say thank you, I love them that much.” He swats at them lightly watching as they bounce before settling back into place, perky and waiting for his mouth. But he doesn’t give in easily, pinching a nipple instead.

“Ouch!” You whine. You cup your little hands around them, to protect yourself. There’s so much overflow it’s obscene.

He spanks your butt lightly. “Alright, up. Let’s finish this game so that I can make you my own little creme-filled donut.”

Your eyes light up and you hurry to get to your feet. Cream-pies were a treat.

He settles all the way back in his gaming chair, and opens his arms for you. You straddle his waist, facing him, knees on opposite sides of his hips and you scoot as close to him as you can, arms wrapping around his neck. Your boobs are pressed to his chest, still out and bouncing freely with every shift of your body. Incentive for him to end the game quickly. You can feel a little semi in his pants. A sweet pink feeling bubbles in your chest. He got kinda hard just from touching your tits a little bit. True love. You settle over his cock, wiggling a pinch more to get comfy. He hisses and grips hard at your hips, trying to keep you still.

“If you’re up here you have to be good.” He warns, pushing you back some so he can look you in your eyes. You avoid eye contact, looking everywhere but him. The led lights look really pretty on the baby blue setting.

“Chicken…” He lowers his voice, sounding stern.

You whine, dropping on his lap even harder. “Fine but like- you have to hurry.”

“I will, now quit moving and hand me the headset.”

You reach back and grab it. “Don’t forget to yell at them.” You remind him with a kiss.

He gives you an exasperated look before turning the mic on again. “Back.” He says, adjusting the mouth piece.

“Finally! Jesus. Tae’s dead-“

“I’m still here though.” Taehyung interrupts.

Jimin carries on swiftly. “And I’m low on health, what took you so fucking long?”

“You were an asshole and I had to fix it.” You look at him while he looks past you, typing away.

“Me?!” Jimin squawks.

“Yes you. Both of you. You laughed at her.”

“So did you!” Taehyung defends.

“Yeah and it was fucked up.”

“Meet me by the tower to give me a med-kit. God she’s such a prissy little baby, Kook. You are so pussy-whipped.”

Before Jeongguk can reply you speak into the mic. “And you’re such a prissy little dwarf Jimin, shut the fuck up.”

You hear Jimin's loud cackle through the speakers on Jeongguk’s ears. “You’re all of what? 3’6? I don’t even know how Kook can be so whipped for someone who can’t even take his dick properly.”

Taehyung laughs, and Jeongguk starts to speak up, but you beat him to it. “You’re awfully concerned with what my boyfriend does with his dick. If you wanna ride it, just say so.”

“Oh you know I would, baby.” He’s still laughing when he says it.

Everyone’s kinda chuckling except you, small hands fisting Jeongguk’s shirt. He gives you a side-glance, and notices the angry scowl you have on your face. He brings a hand down and squeezes your butt for a second, showing you you still have his attention, at least somewhat. “Alright, that’s enough. Both of you.”

“Tell them I’m the only one that can ride it.” You pout, fingers scratching at the base of his neck, hands playing with his long hair. He nudges into the touch a little. Pretty kitty.

“Shhh, they know and you know. Everyone knows you’re the only one that gets to ride my dick.” He kisses you quick, and you hum content.

You hear a gagging noise in the background. Taehyung probably.

Then there’s a ping.

It happens so fast, you really can’t even be mad at Jeongguk.

“Oh that’s Yoongi! He wants to play ranked.” Jimin says.

“Uh-“ Jeongguk tries to speak.

“Just leave this match and we can join one with him, I’m tired of just sitting here. I don’t care if we drop down the rank list a little.” Taehyung says.

“Guys wait don’t a-“

“Okay same, I just accepted. Yoongi, you there?”

You hear a confirming grunt from the speakers. Jeongguk looks at you, panic in his eyes. Your stare back is sharp as daggers. Cold and hard.

He whines. “You guys are shit ass friends. You know she’s not gonna suck my dick for like a week now.”

His friends laugh and your little brain forms a thought. A very good one indeed.

You card your hands through his newly bleached blonde hair, still soft and silky despite the chemicals. Demeanor quickly changing from small and evil to small and cotton-candy sweet. You kiss his nose sweetly. “It’s okay, baby. Do your best. Show them how good you are. I wanna see you win.”

He looks at you with wide doe eyes. “Really?” You nod. “If I win this match I might go up a tier.” He smiles and sounds so happy. You almost feel bad for being a brat earlier. And for what you’re going to do now.

You’re good for a while. Let him play his little heart out. You let him do his thing for long enough to ensure that he’s fully engrossed in it once again. His little mouth is hanging open slightly , and his eyes move frantically across the screens. He keeps talking gibberish to his teammates, the ones that you’ve all but tuned out at this point. You take your chances, and press your lips to the side of his neck.

Jeongguk stills for a split second, but otherwise pays you no mind. Which is no problem. You weren’t very patient often, but you could be when you needed to. In the right circumstances. You place another kiss, this one wetter, your tongue coming out to meet his skin before your lips do. You keep your kisses light and quiet so his teammates don’t hear. You take in his scent, so sweet and gentle and just him. After nuzzling in for a small moment, you nibble at the vein running up his neck. You gasp softly and your pussy pulses in your panties when he just barely tilts his head, giving you better access, and more room to kiss and suck.

You pull back a little to look at him, but he doesn’t even seem like he’s aware you're there. If it weren’t for his subtle eager movements, you would think he’s ignoring you again. But this is good. You like him like this. Eager but nonchalant at the same time. It’ll make it even better when he loses it after trying to keep it cool for so long. You squirm until you’re off his lap and on your knees looking up at him.

Finally he meets your eyes. He shakes his head.

“No.” He mouths when your hands reach for the waistband of his sweats.

You jut your bottom lip out and whisper, “I’m not gonna suck it, I promise.”

He regards you silently for a moment before not saying anything and returning right back to his game. You grip the elastic of his pants and when you gingerly start to pull them down, he lifts his hips just a little bit to help you. You have to bite your lip to keeping from moaning.

Something about him ignoring you while simultaneously helping you in the slightest, most basic ways makes you go crazy. Like pussy pooling, mouth drooling, brain shorting crazy. It’s almost like you’re so irresistible to him that he just can’t go without you. Needs you just as bad as you need him, even though he fights it. But giving in tastes sweet, just like you. That’s why he always does it. Just for you, all for you.

With his sweats down his thighs, you see his cock. He went without briefs today, making your job much easier. Sometimes the stars just align and you’re meant to have a cock in you. You sigh and you look at his, resting against his leg. Your mouth waters and you just want it in your mouth so badly, desperate for it… but you deprive yourself for the sake of what you have in mind. He’s not hard yet, cock just a little plump and heavy with arousal. You spit in your hand and rub it on his cock just enough to make it wet, not wanting him fully erect yet.

As you raise to your feet his eyes go back and forth between you and his monitors. He looks confused.

“Uh- Yeah let’s rush…” He says distractedly as you climb back onto his lap.

You look at him as you move your soaked panties to the side, and run a finger over your clit. Your mouth opens in pleasure but you don’t let yourself moan. Your expressions are enough to make his pupils blow out and his irises to darken. You bring your shiny fingers up to his mouth. “Taste?” You whisper.

Again, he does the bare minimum. Just barely parting his lips, not moving forward even an inch to suck them into his mouth. Once they are in, he sucks lightly, gently, almost like he’s teasing, like he’s kinda bored. His tongue licks lazily at the tips, and slips between them.

You lean down and move one side of his headphones off his ear. You whisper, “That’s it, drool all over them.” You shove them in farther and press down on his tongue, trying to take just a little bit of control, but the slight change in your tone, and your actions makes him bite down on your fingers. Letting you know that that was not how tonight was going to go. That was never how it went with you two. You pull them out with a gasp. You scowl at him angrily. All he does is raise an eyebrow, before returning to his game. Jimin’s screaming at him through the headphones asking him where the fuck he is.

“Hey, sorry I got distracted. Where are you guys?”

“Get your dick sucked on your own time, Kook….”

You tune them out once again, reaching your hand in between yours and your boyfriend's body. You grab his cock, just a little firmer than when you were on your knees. You grab under the tip, and push it into your core about an inch before Jeongguk’s covering his mic and whispers scolding, “I’m not hard, __.”

You look at him, and nod cutely. “I know, I just- I wanna just feel you a little bit. Keep it inside me while you play. Feel close to you.” You give him soft baby kisses all over his cheek while you push it in some more. You’re dripping so even though he’s still kind of soft, it’s not too hard to get it all the way in.

“I’m not fucking you while I play.” He warns you.

You shrug against him. “Don’t get hard then.”

And just like that, the games begin.

Jeongguk playing, doing his best to ignore you just enough to seem disinterested. You kissing his neck, biting his collarbones. ‘Accidentally’ rolling your hips. Of course it happens. Jeongguk really did put up a good fight. Barely gave in the whole time you’ve been bothering him. But you both know your pussy is too good to ignore. Warm and wet around his slowly swelling cock.

“Getting a little tight huh?” You whisper. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, tongue playing with the big ring as you subtly grind forward, your clit just barely rubbing against his lower belly area.

His jaw clenches and he swallows thickly. He raises his shoulders in faux nonchalance.

You smile, and hum. Your hand travels to his nipple, grazing over the small bud through his thin shirt. His mouth drops open, and his eyebrows furrow. Visibly, that’s the only reaction you get. No moan, or praise. Inside of you, however, you can feel him finally grow to his full length. Your cunt is stretched around his fat cock and when you drop your eyes to your tummy there's a small bulge protruding where his cock is, buried so deep inside of you. You poke it, before rubbing your palm over it. So full.

“You fill me up so good, Koo,” You whine high pitched and breathy.

Finally now that you have him exactly right where you want him, you get comfy and then cease all movement. Truly just cockwarming him. Holding him inside your tight little pussy, while he fakes ignorance about how badly he wants to fuck up into you. You can tell he is struggling to maintain his facade by the light mist of sweat by his hairline. By the way all his answers to his friends are curt and short. You can tell how bad he wants you because his legs spread wider on their own accord, causing you to sink even farther down onto his big cock. You gasp as the tip nudges something deep inside of you.

You're wrapped around his body, arms looped around his shoulders. You have your face pressed into his neck again, and you’re breathing in his scent when you inhale, pressing soft kitten kisses when you exhale. You won’t beg. You’re desperate, just like always, and you want him so fucking bad, but you won’t beg. Not this time.

He lasts barely a minute longer. Hand coming up to cover his mic again. “Move,” His voice is strained, lust dripping down his chin. He’s flushed from arousal, and hot to the touch.

You shake your head where it's hiding in his neck. “Not while you’re playing. I want you to pay attention to me only.” You’re whiny and difficult, you know. But so does he. He knew how fussy and unbearable you were when he first started seeing you, you never bothering to hide it. You commend him for sticking around for as long as he has. You love him for it too.

You hear him groan in annoyance before he exits the game with nothing more than a short, “I gotta go.” effectively cutting off his friends yells of complaint. It was a ranked match after all. You smile smugly into his neck.

He grips the hair at the back of your head, yanking to make you look at him. You’re still smiling that obnoxious self-satisfied grin, even through the pain blossoming on your scalp.

“You think you’re so clever,” His eyes are roaming all over your face, a small smirk on his lips. He drags your mouth to his, kissing you deeply, more tongue and teeth than anything. He bites hard on your bottom lip, pulling till it snaps back. “Move.” He demands against your mouth. His breath is a little shaky, giving away just how turned on he really is.

And you’re such a good listener. You’re bad and difficult, but you’re also so so good for him. Yearning for his approval, always. Lifting your hips just keeping the swollen tip in before dropping back down onto his cock. Your skin smacks against his, while you whimper pathetically. “You’re so deep inside me,” You whisper, bouncing again. Jeongguk’s head falls back and he moans deep and loud.

“Fuck, love your pussy so much.” He says, eyes closed, just basking in the feel of your slippery cunt sliding up and down his cock.

You set your pace, and you feel his big hands slip under your skirt to grip at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, digging in hard. He’s lifting you up and bringing you back down, setting the pace that he wants. Not caring much at all about how it feels for you. A little doll for him to use, and you let him because you’re so good for him. He can use you however he wants, and the pace he wants is a hard one to keep up. Not only is it fast, but it’s hard. Gasps and whines fall from your mouth.

He gives you a little break, taking a moment to play with your tits, bouncing all over due to the force of you riding him. His lip is drawn between his teeth as he watches you bounce, his hands coming up to cup your underboob, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. You throw your head back at the sensation, a gasp filling the room.

“God you’re such a pain in my ass, but you’re such a pretty girl, my pretty, pretty girl,” He moans as he takes you in, your hair a wild mess, his cock poking your belly every time you fall back onto it, sweat dripping down the valley of your tits. His hands grip your tiny waist, pinkies almost reaching in the back. It really is a wonder how you can take his giant cock like you do. So tiny and so perfect. Made just for him. His lips latch onto a nipple, and your body curls in, cradling him to your chest, soft pants falling from your mouth as you let him make you feel good. Your palms land on his cheeks, and you guide his head away from your boobs so you can look him in his eyes.

“Will you help me?” You ask, breathless. You’re still moving, but your hips have slowed.

He hums. “Why?”

“‘M tired…” You say quietly. “Please?”

“No.” He says, shaking his head.

Your face falls and you feel like you might cry. “Why?” You whine.

“Because I said so. You wanted this so bad you had to interrupt me twice to get it. So do it yourself.” He smacks your ass lightly, urging you to hurry up.

Your palms on his face squeeze, trying to convey how badly you just want him to fuck you like you deserve; punish you for being so bad when you should have just been good for him. You never learn. You squeeze until you’re sure it stings a little. “Please.”

“I said, no,” He spits, a glob of it landing on your face. And you gasp in shock before your pussy contracts. Jeongguk grits his teeth, hands digging into your ass. “Fuck you just got so tight from me spitting on you, you’re so-“ He’s caught off guard, watching as you gather his spit on your cheek onto your finger before sucking on it and drinking it down. He groans and you feel him throb inside of you. “Fuck make me cum.”

You’re so tired and your thighs and knees are killing you, but you try to set a decent pace, one fast enough to make him cum, but moderate enough for you to maintain it. Your pussy squelches every time you bottom out on his pelvis, your slick making his lower abdomen shiny and sticky. His t-shirt is barely pulled up, just the bottom portion of his abs showing, but you see them flex and tense as he gets closer.

That fact that you both are still mostly clothed makes something hot burn inside you. Both too desperate to get naked, too turned on to even give it thought. Clothes must be on Jeongguk’s mind as well. He bunches the front of your skirt in his hand pulling it up so he can see where your bodies meet. Your panties are now dark pink, your arousal seeping through and getting all over the place, and your poor little pussy is so red and swollen from the force of you slamming down onto his cock.

“Awe, poor little angel.” He braces his hand on your belly, his thumb slipping in between your puffy pussy lips to rub at your clit, finally helping you get off. “Does it hurt, baby?”

You’re still bouncing as you nod and whimper. It doesn’t actually hurt that much, but you want to be coddled, needy and desperate for his affection. Always so needy and desperate when it comes to him.

He coos. “You’re doing so good for me, just a little longer, I’m almost there. You can do it right?”

You’re not sure when you started crying, but you are. Out of both pleasure and exhaustion. Or maybe you’re crying because he moved his hand away from your clit, but whatever the reason, a tiny little sob slips past your lips, and again you’re nodding frantically, assuring that yes, you can do it.

He settles back farther into the chair, hands coming up to just fondle and hold your bouncing tits. Not helping you at all, making you work so hard to prove yourself to him. His mouth is parting and his eyes are hazy as he watches you make him feel good. “That’s it baby, make me cum… fuck yeah, make me cum-“ His eyes squeeze shut and his back arches off of the chair. The hands on your boobs tighten.

“Please Kookie, please cum inside me, fill me up.” You beg, using the last of your energy to keep up the fast pace. “Show me how good I am, how good I make you feel. Please.” You hiccup, as you cry for him.

He’s nodding along with your words, breathy moans coming out with every breath he takes. His face is pulled in pleasure, and he’s looking at you when his eyes start to flutter and his brows scrunch. He whispers, soft and sexy, “You’re gonna make me cum baby. Just like that… I’m so close-” His body tenses, and his hold on your tits hurts. “Fuck, I’m cumming- fuck, baby,“ His mouth falls open, whines tumble from his lips and he cums. His big cock throbs as he spills inside of you. You can feel every pulse of it, can feel every spurt of cum fill you to the brim.

You reach down and rub at your clit frantically, left to find your own orgasm. Fucking him got you close so you don’t need much, you’ve been on edge all night, really. Underneath you, Jeongguk is panting, trying to catch his breath, body twitching, overstimulated from you grinding on his cock. He’s looking at you in awe as he lazily plays with your tits, still not helping one bit, aside from the occasional brush of his fingers on your nipples. He listens as desperate whimpers fall from your lips, working so hard to cum. But still, it takes not even a few minutes before you’re there, shaking and trembling from your orgasm, pussy contracting and gripping tight on Jeongguk’s sensitive and softening cock, still nestled inside of you. He winces from the hold your pussy has on him, but just grits his teeth and bares it, still watching you with an awestruck look on his face. As you finish, so tight around him, you can feel your cunt push some of his cum out. Jeongguk can feel it drip down his balls to the chair. Messy.

You’re trembling from the force of your climax, and soft teeny hiccuping sobs still escape your lips as you wrap yourself around his body, face buried into his neck to try and quiet your cries. His soft cock is still inside of you, keeping most of his cum from leaking out. He knows you like it when he stays inside, knows it makes you feel closer to him in some way.

Jeongguk is running gentle fingers up and down your back, cooing soft praises to soothe you. “You were so good, such a good girl for me.” He kisses your head. “You don’t have to cry, chicky.”

You sniff a few times, “I’m sorry for being bad,” you whimper.

He smiles, laughs lightly. “Don’t be sorry, you’re okay.” He wipes under your eyes, trying to clean up some of the mascara running down your cheeks. He lets you calm down for a little while longer before he hums. “Want me to help you with your nails?”

You quiet yourself. Sniff. “The kuromi ones?”

“Mhmm.”

You nod, before adding, “Yes, but you have to make sure you actually listen to me and do them right this time, okay?”

He rolls his eyes playfully. You’re nothing if not insufferable and bossy and desperate and so so good for him.

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isn’t oc so cute 😔 anyway! i hope you liked it! sorry the ending low key sucks... i never know how to end smut scenes like... just kiss or something? as always, comments, notes, and feedback are so so loved and appreciated, as are asks and messages! i want to be friends !! thank you for reading ily :*

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let it snow | kth

part of the once upon a holiday collab with @underthejoon @fantasybangtan @kpopfanfictrash @lamourche @hobidreams and @junghelioseok!

summary⇢ it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized. pairing⇢ taehyung/reader word count⇢ 18.8k 😩🤦🏽‍♀️ rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | fluff | fwb!au | snowed in!au warnings⇢ sexual content, oral (m+f receiving), unprotected sex, fingering, a decent amount of netflix and chilling because they’re stuck in the house and horny, a lot of domesticity because mmm, that’s that good stuff 😌, angst, pininggggg

a/n⇢ it’s finally here!! 🙌🏾 i really procrastinated and let it fester until i was forced to churn 19k out in a couple weeks, huh ☠️☠️ classic me lmao. here’s to better planning in the new year! 🤣mood for this fic is this. hope you enjoy! 😊

“Didn’t you wear that sweater last year?” Seokjin asks, though he already knows the answer. Really, the only reason he’s asking you is to give himself room to segue into the topic of your perceived lack of holiday cheer.

“Yup! And I’m gonna wear it next year, too,” you reply breezily, forever unbothered by the judgmental scrunch of his nose. You gesture down the length of your chest, where a woven Christmas tree with real flashing Christmas lights proudly sits beneath the words Get Lit. “This fucker cost sixty-nine ninety-five and I plan on getting my money’s worth.”

“How do you think you’re ever going to win our annual ugly sweater contest if you just keep recycling the same one?” Jin points out as he puts his final touches on a rather beautiful charcuterie board. As the member of your friend group who thrives off of playing the gracious host, he would usually also be dumping cheap vodka down someone’s throat. But due to your various schedules, your friend group has been forced to have your annual get-together a bit too late for those kind of shenanigans this year. Road trips and train rides and being squished on airplanes can already be a bit of a headache, but adding navigating the holiday rush with a raging hangover? Yeah…everyone is smartly playing it safe tonight. So wine and cheese it is—though that doesn’t bother you one bit. If it were socially acceptable and wouldn’t give you scurvy, you would live off that shit.

Seokjin’s own sweater this year is delightfully horrendous, a printed on mockery of a suit and bowtie. The visually-jarring combination of olive green and a murky red—all against a repulsive santa hat print—definitely makes him a solid contender for this year’s winner.

Still, that makes you no less satisfied with your own choice of attire. “You really think I’m gonna buy a new one every year when I only wear them once?” you ask incredulously, successfully swiping a grape before he can swat your hand away. “Hey, at least I bothered to change the batteries in this thing! That’s a lot of effort for a sweater.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouts, lifting the tray to take to the others.

You easily trail after him into the living room, sipping on the mulled wine he had poured for you before you had even slipped your shoes off. God, you loved when Seokjin hosted parties. “You weren’t saying that that time I drank Yoongi under the table.”

“That’s not hard to do. Yoongi has two good drinks and goes to bed.”

“Two drinks of hard liquor, so that’s irrelevant! I still drank more. And you’re conveniently forgetting that it was some sort of fancy scotch and it was icky, so I should be awarded bonus fun points.”

Yoongi himself, casually splayed across the sofa, looks up at the sound his name, but remains entirely nonplussed. His sweater has a big picture of that one internet cat making a face at vegetables that is always getting yelled at in memes by one of those rich white reality tv housewives. The hilarity of it almost makes you regret your choice not to get a new sweater this year. Almost. “You may have drank more,” he drawls, “but I seem to recall you being the one under the table at the end of the night.”

You internally wince at the memory—or, to be more accurate, the lack of—as you promptly make yourself comfortable between him and Taehyung, who is snickering at you. Tae had been the one to pull you from under said table, to take you home. “My point still stands.”

“That’s because you were pretty wasted before the scotch,” Jimin pipes up.

“Most people with common sense have to be wasted to drink scotch,” you quip, grinning pointedly at Yoongi. As expected, he doesn’t take the bait—simply gives you a flat stare and takes a sip from his own wine mug. It takes a lot to rile up your dark-haired friend, and so you often amuse yourself by teasing him to see if you can.

Jimin laughs. He’s curled up in an opposite armchair, his girlfriend Nia seated comfortably on his lap. Normally, you would find this blatant sort of PDA annoying, but these two are adorable, so you let it slide, simply happy that your friend has found someone who makes him happy. Nia has been a bizarrely seamless addition to your little group—enough so that Jimin felt comfortable including her in your holiday tradition of exchanging gifts. So unless they start to get handsy, you refuse to make a big deal out of it and be as big of a Scrooge as Seokjin claims you are.

You feel Taehyung shift, and when you turn, he is already looking at you, amusement dancing across his features. “Nice sweater,” he says.

“Thanks. I put a lot of thought into it.” You bite the inside of your lip to dampen your own smile. “Yours is pretty snazzy yourself.”

The sweater in question is printed with a complicated Where’s Waldo illustration, and you can’t help but run a finger across the material of his arm in search of the striped character.

“Cold,” Tae says, and when you respond by trailing your finger over to his chest, where a suspiciously-large group of santas are congregated, you feel his body tense a bit in response. “Warmer.”

“Check his nipples,” Hoseok yells from across the room. You roll your eyes good-naturedly, ignoring the way Jimin bursts into laughter at the suggestion. Taehyung flicks an eyebrow in challenge.

“Or the armpit,” Namjoon offers helpfully. “If I were hiding on a sweater, I’d pick an armpit.”

“Hmmm, that’s a fair point. Up!” you command, and Taehyung laughs and lifts his arms without complaint, allowing you to properly inspect his armpits for the elusive character. When it becomes clear that you aren’t going to find what you’re looking for there, you take another sip of your wine and dutifully turn your attention back to his chest, intending to search in earnest.

But before you can, the speakers next to the couch spring to life, startling you a bit. Despite your initial confusion, you slowly start to recognize the familiar tune of Frosty the Snowman, jumbled over an EDM beat. It’s loud and extra and toeing the edge annoying, and your head immediately snaps to Jungkook, who declared himself the DJ of the party years ago and has stubbornly refused to give up the position ever since. He grins at you, clear mischief in his eyes, and you know then that he’s only playing the abomination to annoy the living shit out of everyone.

Though Seokjin’s busy being a good host and passing out cups of spiked eggnog, you can see how well Jungkook’s plan is working by the flush spreading up his neck. “I thought I told you to play Mariah,” he huffs over the racket as he hands Nia hers.

Jungkook looks nonchalantly at his phone, where he’s projecting his supposedly carefully curated playlist via bluetooth. “She’s on here.”

“What about Dean Martin?” Taehyung asks. “You know, the classics? Or literally anything else.”

You snort. Taehyung’s music taste has been known to sometimes overlap with Jungkook’s, so for him to be so visibly disgusted, you know it’s bad. “What about that one chipmunk song?” you suggest.

Jungkook winks at you, shoots you some finger guns. “Already got you, boo.”

“Oh god,” you groan, glaring at Yoongi when he starts snickering at you. “I was totally kidding.”

“Well, I wasn’t!” Jungkook says cheerfully. He has to yell a little bit to be heard over the booming bass. “When it comes to Christmas bops, I never kid.”

You groan louder. “Jungkookie. Please!”

“I don’t know—I kinda like it,” Alexa pipes up, and you have to put forth actual effort to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. Alexa is Hoseok’s newest fling, and while Nia slots into your group dynamic easily, Alexa, in your opinion, is a bit of an airhead. She’s pretty, but you would bet actual money that she’s the type to think Chicken of the Sea is chicken—and you’re pretty sure she’s not even filming for a reality show, so she truly has no excuse. But that seems to be Hobi’s type—someone who is easy on the eyes and won’t try to force him to commit. To be honest, you’re pretty surprised that she’s lasted long enough to make it to your friend group’s borderline-sacred holiday get-together, but you’re even more surprised that Hobi actually bothered to bring her.

“Thank you, Alexa,” Jungkook says pointedly, and frankly he probably has a better chance at annoying Yoongi tonight than you do. “You have great taste.”

You must be making some sort of face, because Namjoon takes one look at you and sucks his lips into a straight line, just like he always does when he’s trying not to laugh inappropriately at something.

“At least turn it down a little,” Seokjin sighs. “You already made my neighbors file a noise complaint on me on Halloween. I’m not trying to get another one.”

“Hey, you were the one screaming on Halloween, not me.”

“Because we were watching a movie about demons! You told me we were gonna watch Air Bud!”

“To be fair,” Taehyung pipes up, “nobody watches that on Halloween. So you walked into that one.”

“You know that’s my favorite movie,” Jin protests loudly. “And for the record, Hobi screamed louder than me!”

Hoseok just shrugs. “I don’t handle the supernatural well. Especially when the supernatural are little kids. Give me old lady ghosts any day.”

Seokjin and Jungkook keep bickering, but that honestly is just a testament to how close they are. In fact, your whole little group is rather close, and it’s actually bizarre to think about how these are your closest friends, because when you stop to consider it, you’re all here, in Seokjin’s living room sipping on delightfully festive cocktails, by pure chance.

Your sophomore year of college, Yoongi, your roommate’s boyfriend, was often over your apartment. The two of you became friendly, and when they ended up breaking up, he never broke up with you. (You’ve never felt particularly bad about that, because your roommate was more of an acquaintance than anything else. You lost touch with her once the lease was up, anyway.) Namjoon and Hoseok were in the same music theory class as Yoongi, and the three of them have made music together ever since. Seokjin used to be Namjoon’s favorite bartender at his favorite bar. Jimin frequented the same dance class as Hoseok. Taehyung is Jimin’s best friend from childhood. Tae befriended Jungkook over some online game he was obsessed with at the time, and when they realized they lived in the same general area, he made the—in your opinion—stupid decision to meet up with him. (It all turned out for the best, of course. Because that’s the kind of luck Taehyung has—he draws people to him without trying, his good energy attracting only more good energy.)

And that’s exactly how you would describe this friend group the universe allowed you to stumble into—good energy. Good vibes. Well, that was certainly how you would describe it when Jungkook wasn’t blasting a screamo version of Silent Night. Which he was. Right. Now.

“Hey,” Namjoon yells over the ruckus, leaning closer to Tae to be heard better. “Where’s Jisoo? Did she not want to come?”

One breath, two. Something in the universe shifts, just slightly.

“Jisoo?” you repeat. Your brain shuffles through any logical possibilities before confusedly settling on the pretty girl Hobi had set Taehyung up with months and months ago. The pretty girl he had gone on a single date with and then never mentioned to you again.

“She flew home last week.” Tae looks uncomfortable. Your stomach twists. “And hyung, I told you it’s not like that.”

One date and he had never mentioned her again, so you had reasonably assumed that had been the end of it. But clearly, from the way Namjoon’s brows furrow in confusion, from the way Taehyung so carefully does not look at you, this is not the case. Clearly, he just never mentioned her to you.

There is an awkward silence in your corner of the room, because it’s blatantly obvious that you’ve been left in the dark on this and now, by accident, you’re suddenly not.

Sensing the weird energy, Namjoon reaches for a cookie shaped like a candy cane and stuffs it in his mouth, quiet.

You can feel Yoongi’s eyes boring through your skin, but you ignore him, refusing to look in his direction. You smile instead, though it feels off around the edges. You hope it doesn’t look that way too. “Huh. Congrats. I didn’t realize you were still seeing her—you never mentioned it.”

Taehyung rubs the back of his neck. “It’s not really serious.”

“Three months is serious enough,” you reply airily. Three months since Hoseok set them up. Four since— You look away, finishing the last dregs of your wine. “Sorry she couldn’t make it.”

Tae’s lips part, but whatever he has to say never comes to fruition. Seokjin claps his hands and yells for Jungkook to turn the music down so you can get the festivities started.

Clearing your throat, you use the distraction to stand up and make your way back into the kitchen, where the mulled wine is still being warmed by a crockpot. You have a flight to catch in the morning, but you figure one more glass can’t hurt.

When you come back, you find that Jungkook has taken your spot, and you also find that you’re perfectly fine with that. You sit in the chair next to Jimin and Nia instead, keeping your gaze solidly on Seokjin as he starts reminding everyone of the rules for your ugly sweater contest—something your little group takes rather seriously. Point categories include ugliness, creativity, hilarity, and raunchiness, with bonus points to be given for any good puns.

One by one, you each stand so your choice of attire can be properly judged. You miss, you drink declares Hoseok’s sweater, the mini tennis balls stuck to the giant velcro target in the center a clear invitation for someone to give the game a go. Namjoon’s sweater has a visibly judgmental santa between the words I Saw That, You Nasty. Jungkook’s has Santa enthusiastically riding a shark like a horse. Jimin’s is modeled after a Christmas tree, actual green tinsel elegantly latticed throughout and supplemented with a number of small, strategically-placed Christmas ornaments. Nia’s is clearly homemade, and clearly an eyesore, tinsel and felt letters stapled to the fabric. Feel the Joy, it says, a pair of gloves strategically-pinned over her breasts.

All excellent, excellent contenders. Your friends all start to argue, everyone making their case for who should be crowned this year’s winner. And, normally, you would be right in the thick of it. But instead, tonight you just sip your wine, subdued.

“I like this one,” Alexa pipes up, pointing at Jimin. “It’s cute.”

“It’s not supposed to be cute. It’s supposed to be ugly!” Seokjin insists, an edge of annoyance in his tone. And you don’t blame him—Alexa didn’t even bother to wear her own sweater because it was ugly. Why is she allowed to vote anyway? Why is she even here?

“Tinsel is ugly,” Jimin whines.

Yoongi shakes his head with a scoff. “Yours isn’t. It’s delightful.”

“Why is no one taking into consideration that my sweater has a shark on it,” Jungkook cuts in.

Distracted, you pitch in your opinion when prompted and laugh when it seems you should. In the end, after much bickering and multiple rounds of voting, Nia is declared the winner. She lifts her eggnog in victory and Jimin grins wide, as proud of her accomplishment as if it were his own. (Namjoon had argued that her sweater was more horny than ugly, but Seokjin had to begrudgingly admit that it was both.)

Hoseok, never a sore loser, starts hooting in support, which only sets off Jungkook, and then, like dominoes, everyone else. You cheer too, laughing. Despite everything, so happy to be here, in this room, with people who entered your life by chance and stayed by choice. You’re filled with such affection that you can’t help but grin when Jungkook promptly plays The Chipmunk Song, just for you.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell no one in particular, still laughing, still warm inside. The wine has you a bit buzzed, but mostly you just feel like your bladder is about to tap out on you, so you make your way to the restroom before it does.

Through the kitchen, down the hall, on the left. You’ve been to Seokjin’s place often enough that your feet take the right path without much thought, your mind blessedly not settling on anything in particular as you do your business and wash your hands. Reentering the hallway has you blinking away the lingering imprint of florescent lights as your eyes adjust to the shadows. You jump a little when one of them moves unexpectedly.

“Sorry.” It’s Taehyung. You can see him a bit better now, can see the tall shape of him, the broadness of his shoulders, the muddled pattern of his sweater when he moves a little closer to you. Can make out the line of his jaw, the set of his gaze.

“No problem,” you say, stepping to the side a bit so you both have room to pass each other. You move to leave, but right as your arms brush, he speaks again.

“It’s really not like that,” he murmurs.

You pause. Don’t turn, just stare at the carpet and focus on keeping your feelings in. On not reacting. Because he would tell you, right? He promised he would tell you.

He promised—but he has been keeping this from you.

“…Okay,” you say carefully, still not looking up. He said it isn’t serious. If it isn’t serious, it’s truly none of your business. It doesn’t matter. You swallow. You don’t look up.

There is a long pause, the charged silence cut by the cheerful music coming from the other room. Taehyung still hasn’t moved. Presumably, he’s in this hallway with you because he needed to pee, but he doesn’t continue towards the bathroom, his feet solidly planted in the carpet. In your peripheral vision, you can see him turn towards you, see his mouth open and close a few times. You don’t need to see anymore.

You leave him there, one quick step in front of the other, and head back to the others.

Yoongi looks up at you when you reenter, but you simply shoot him a quick smile and return to your seat next to Jimin and Nia. She’s still perched on his lap, but at some point since you left, Jimin has decided to slip his hands into the gloves attached to her chest. You shake your head, mind still too preoccupied with what just happened in the hallway to properly call him out on it.

The music changes, a sultry man crooning about how he wants to be your Santa Claus, and Namjoon’s head whips around. “Is that Keith Sweat?” he asks incredulously.

“Damn right, it is,” Jungkook grins, visibly pleased with himself.

Joon and Yoongi pull matching baffled faces at each other, Yoongi muttering about how he hadn’t realized Keith Sweat had even released a Christmas album.

Hoseok has only had a little eggnog, but his face is red anyway as he leans against the back of your chair. “Hey, is it time for gifts yet?”

The mentioning of tonight’s main event has Seokjin perking up. “It can be. We just have to wait for—oh never mind, there he is. Taehyung, it’s time for gifts!”

Tae smiles in response, reclaiming his spot on the couch next to Jungkook. His gaze drifts in your direction, but you look away before you can lock eyes.

Jimin, who is closest to the gift table, promptly displaces his girlfriend and gets up to start handing out assigned gifts. They’re all of varying sizes—while Taehyung’s is a mere envelope, Yoongi’s is large enough to fit a small appliance. Vaguely, you wonder if someone was being funny with the packaging (boxes in boxes), or if he was actually gifted a deep fryer.

One by one, you each unwrap your gifts, excitedly revealing who was whose secret santa. Hoseok gets you, and you’re pleasantly surprised to see that he remembered the exact brand of specialty chocolates you’ve been dying to try. Jin and Yoongi get each other, and to the delight of everyone in the room, it turns out they gifted each other matching tackle boxes.

“I only bought it because I noticed you looking at it,” Yoongi sighs, pouting at how everyone’s laughing.

Seokjin lets out a huff. “Yah! I was only looking at it because I saw you looking at it!”

But for all their grumbling, from what you can tell, they’re both happy with their gifts, and will likely get a lot of use out of them together.

“What’s that?” you hear Jungkook ask curiously, and when you turn in his direction, he’s leaning over Tae, trying to make sense of the piece of paper he’d pulled out of a generic Christmas card. You swallow.

Taehyung’s eyebrows are furrowed, his lips twitching into a confused smile as he holds the paper up for the room to see. It’s a printout of an advertisement from a nearby art gallery.

“Tickets to Kim Jungwoo’s newest exhibition,” you clarify, clearing your throat when your voice comes out more stunted than you would like. “Just let me know when you want to go and I can get them for you.”

“Oh, come onnnn,” Jungkook complains with a pout. “We had a thirty dollar limit.”

“Maybe next time you shouldn’t buy your gift from the convenience store,” Jimin says, pointedly looking down at the box full of ramen he was gifted.

“Do you or do you not like spicy chicken.”

“…I do.”

“That’s what I thought. Merry Christmas.”

“Don’t worry—my cousin works at that gallery,” you explain, “so I was able to get a discount. I know you like that artist, so when I saw their new exhibition was coming near us, I just figured maybe you would like it…”

You meet Taehyung’s eyes, and they’re so dark and expressive that you have the intense urge to look away immediately. But then he smiles, wide and bright, and now you can’t stop looking. “Holy shit, I didn’t even realize he was coming here—how did you even know I love his work?”

You tamp down a pleased smile, shrug good-naturedly. “It’s a Christmas miracle.”

“Thank you,” he says, and you can hear how much he means it. Can see it in the excitement in his eyes, in the soft way he’s looking at you. It warms you from the inside out, satisfaction and affection trickling through your veins and spreading slowly, slowly. But steadily.

“Of course,” you reply, and you’re smiling too. You can’t help it.

And then the moment is broken by the first verse of what is apparently a My Neck, My Back x Jingle Bells mashup blasting through the speakers. You all pause, disbelieving of what you’re hearing, and then Nia immediately starts cackling, almost falling out of her chair at the ridiculousness of the situation. Yoongi rubs his temples like a migraine is coming on.

“Really, Jungkook?” Seokjin groans loudly.

Jungkook starts cackling too. “Feliz Navidad, mis amigos!”

The night ends earlier than you all would like—usually, there would be at least a few more hours of chilling and drinking and shenanigans. But alas, you have a flight to catch tomorrow and you’re not the only one, so you’re all begrudgingly shuffling into the night air a little before midnight. You all thank Seokjin for his hospitality and hug each other goodbye, promising to see each other again around New Year’s, before going your separate ways.

As per usual when leaving Seokjin’s, Jimin and Taehyung walk with you—you all live in the same direction, so you have to take the same train. Nia is tipsy, her laugh loud and her arm around Jimin’s midsection. Jimin eats up the attention, an arm slung over her shoulders bringing her body flush against his.

They’re cute, you think for the umpteenth time that night, watching them from behind, their silhouettes periodically illuminated by the street lamps you pass.

The sidewalks are narrow, so Taehyung quietly walks next to you, hands in the pockets of his coat. The silence between you is strange—it’s awkward, but it’s not. It’s loaded with something, but it means nothing at all. In any case, you feel no inclination to break it, so you don’t, distractedly pulling your hat further down your head in an effort to ward off the windchill.

The train is bizarrely full at this time at night, likely the result of more and more people being out and about, getting their shopping done and enjoying the holiday season. The four of you have to stand, though this doesn’t bother you much, as you don’t have that many stops to wait. Besides, passengers tend to get off with Jimin anyway—by the time it’s your stop, you often have most of the train car to yourself.

It doesn’t take long to arrive at Jimin’s stop, and he and Nia both hug you goodbye and wish you a safe trip before leaving you and Tae alone. As you expected, the car has cleared up a bit—enough for a seat near you to become available, at least. Taehyung gestures, and you wordlessly take it, him grasping the bar above your head.

Another two stops, and the older man sitting next to you gets off. Taehyung easily slots himself into the vacated seat. He’s tall, with rather broad shoulders and long limbs, and you’ve always known this, but there’s a difference between knowing and feeling him as he folds into the compact space. His shoulder rests flush against yours; his knee bumps yours a bit every time the train takes a sharp turn on the rails.

A couple more stops and he’ll get off before you. A couple more stops, and you’ll be able to breathe and keep pretending.

You stare outside the window, simply to have somewhere to look. But despite the picturesque view of the city rushing by, you can’t help but focus on something else.

Taehyung, meeting your eyes in the reflection.

Carefully, you turn back in his direction, and yes, he’s looking right back, eyes dark in the fluorescent lighting.

“Do you want to come over?” he murmurs, deep voice somehow deeper in his effort to keep his voice down. The offer makes the slumbering beast within you stir. Your breath quickens. Your lips part.

“I have to catch a flight in the morning.” Not an acceptance, not a refusal. Simply the truth.

“I can take you to the airport.”

You already know what you want to say. Already know, even as you bite your tongue and try to think about this logically. You’re already all packed, suitcase ready and waiting next to your front door for you to simply grab it and leave. You hate packing and tend to leave it until the last second, but you also knew you were unlikely to want to do so when you came home late at night, or even the next morning, so you made sure to get it all done before you left for Seokjin’s earlier today. Taehyung will have to take you back to your place to pick it up, but it’s kind of hard to point this fact out when you suddenly notice his hand on your knee, the warmth slowly permeating your jeans and making it hard for you to think.

“…Okay,” you breathe.

“Great,” he says, fingers light, light as they tease a little further up your leg, but ultimately return to dormancy before they can start anything in public. “What time’s your flight?”

You bite your lip. “Ten.”

He hums in acknowledgment, but doesn’t move his hand.

You don’t move it either.

The first time it happened, it was completely by accident.

It had been a long, stressful week at work, and after noticing your unusual silence in the groupchat, a simple check-in text from Taehyung turned into you bitching about your grueling ordeal—which easily turned into him sounding the alarm and calling an emergency meetup.

Some of your friends had other plans, and you were quick to dismiss Tae’s deceptively frantic tone before anyone got too worried, insisting they not cancel anything for you. So it was Tae, Hoseok, and Namjoon who met you at a bar that night, one specialty cocktail easily turning into three as your best friends made sure your glass was always full. And then, since you were all in such a good mood, you kept the night going to another bar, where more alcohol and a live band had you dancing away any problems you could have had.

Hoseok finally decided he was ready to go home at 3am, and the rest of the group conceded. Which was for the best, really, because you were all stupid drunk and every bar in the city was going to close in an hour or so anyway. So you said goodbye for the night, stumbling towards your respective homes.

You and Tae briefly discussed the possibility of sharing an Uber, but neither of you really wanted to pay surge prices when you lived relatively close by. So to the train you went, your arm comfortably linked through his—partially because you couldn’t walk in a straight line, and partially because you tended to get rather…touchy the more intoxicated you got. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind, happy to let you use him for balance. Alcohol made his laughs loud and his face flushed, both particularly noticeable in the relative quiet of the night.

But no matter how drunk, Taehyung never lost his sense of chivalry. He walked on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so you wouldn’t stumble into it (despite tripping into a couple parked cars himself), and when the two of you made it onto the nearly empty train car, he then insisted that you just come home with him, because his place was closer and he didn’t want you riding the last few stops by yourself so late at night.

You didn’t fight him, because crashing at his place wasn’t foreign to you, and now that there was no loud music keeping your attention, you were practically falling asleep where you sat. So to his apartment the two of you went.

Things become spotty after that. You remember being forced back to consciousness by your screaming bladder, and when you opened your eyes, still pretty drunk and trying to get a sense of your surroundings, you realized that you were on Tae’s bed, splayed on top of the covers like you had faceplanted onto them and not moved an inch since. You remember the confusion quickly turning into fascination when you looked over and saw Taehyung was laying next to you, knocked out.

This was new. Any other time, you would have had a minor argument over who would sleep on the couch (because you felt bad kicking him out of his own bed in his own home and he flat out insisted you take said bed). But your plastered selves had apparently been too tired for that, because this time, you both had passed out side by side.

You stumbled to the bathroom to relieve yourself, groaning at how the lights disturbed your retinas. When you came back, properly sliding under the covers this time, you saw that Taehyung had turned in his sleep, now facing you. And there, fueled by lingering whiskey sours, emboldened by the darkness, you did what you never allowed yourself to do otherwise—stare.

All of your friends are annoyingly good-looking, but there has always been something about Taehyung that has drawn your eyes. He is nothing short of beautiful, and that night you freely drank it up, entranced by his profile—illuminated by the scant light filtering through his blinds. Dark curls mussed on a pillowcase. Long eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones. Lips, plush with a prominent cupid’s bow, puckered almost in invitation.

And naturally, drunk you accepted said invitation.

You leaned forward, easily shrinking the small gap between you, and curiously pressed your lips into the fullness of his, freezing in shock when they responded with equal pressure.

Pulling back confirmed that yes, Taehyung was awake, eyes dark and hazy as they looked back at you. For a few solid moments, you stared at each other, silent and unmoving. But it was him who broke the stillness next, face shifting closer and closer until your noses bumped. Until you shared one breath. Until your lips were parting so his tongue could slip inside.

Everything else is foggy, your memory stunted by drowsiness and alcohol, but your body still remembers. Still remembers the ghost of his mouth. Still remembers your heart pounding excitedly in your ears, still remembers the warm weight of him rolling on top of you. What your mind does remember, however, is waking up the next morning, head feeling like it was going to split in two, mouth feeling like cotton, and quickly realizing Taehyung had apparently fallen asleep with his hand down your pants.

Things were different without the moon as your accomplice. The sun wasn’t nearly as forgiving, and after carefully retracting all body parts to their respective owners, you both awkwardly shuffled around each other in the kitchen, you pouring water into glasses and Tae silently handing you the bottle of ibuprofen after taking a couple for himself.

You drained your whole glass before either of you bothered to speak. It was Tae who broke first.

“Um…”

“What if we just agree this never happened?” you offered, voice so croaky you had to clear your throat to continue. “I don’t even remember anyway.”

Taehyung paused, glass hovering near his mouth. “You don’t remember?”

You blinked, wondering if you should fess up to your partial lie. “Do you?”

The glass got set down, his eyes closing as he rubbed his temples with a hand. “Not really.”

Good. Great. This was a thing that had happened on accident and you both could move past it. “See? We both just had too much to drink. It doesn’t have to mean anything if we don’t let it. No one even has to know!”

“…Doesn’t have to mean anything,” he agreed with a final nod.

And that had been that.

Until the second time.

The second time happened a few weeks later, also by accident. But then again, if you thought about it, the second time was much more intentional than the first. That time, you were all at Jimin’s, because it was his turn to host your group’s monthly movie night. And Jimin never hosted movie night without homemade guacamole and bottomless margaritas. So while you weren’t blitzed like the last time, you were still pleasantly drunk. Enough to not immediately look away when you caught Taehyung staring at you when everyone else was too focused on the tv screen. Enough to slowly simmer under his persistent gaze throughout the night, to cross and recross your legs at the blatant desire in his expression.

It’s about a fifteen walk from Jimin’s place to Tae’s, but that night, Taehyung casually got on the train with you instead. When the doors opened on his stop, he made no move to get off.

“This is you,” you said, fully aware that he was aware.

“It is,” he hummed agreeably. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Should I get off?”

You bit your lip. You shook your head.

Silently, you both watched his stop come and go, and then when it was time for yours, you exited the train.

Alcohol had lowered your inhibitions, yes, but that second time? It couldn’t be used as an excuse the second time. You had been haunted by the ghost of his lips ever since you decided to abandon them weeks ago, and now, now, you were both fully aware of every choice you made. Fully aware when you slowly peeled off your clothes, shy yet eager. Fully aware when he cupped you over your underwear. When he slid your panties down your legs so he could feel you properly, so his long fingers could fuck stars behind your eyelids. Fully aware of the velvety weight of him, the slick, sticky glide as he rutted into your hand.

Of sound mind when making these decisions, but rapidly losing it the longer he whispered in your ear, the longer he sucked color into your skin. “Taehyung,” you groaned into his collarbone. “Condom.”

And so it was different. And it was good. So fucking good that you could hardly believe this wasn’t some sort of sex dream your unconscious mind had cooked up. Taehyung was big and you felt him deep in your guts and halfway up your throat as he fucked you. He made you moan, made you whine, made you beg, and that only seemed to egg him on as he pounded you into the mattress with enough force to make your teeth rattle and your eyes roll back into your head.

And when it was over, it was clear that there was no going back. No excuses to be made. You had both wanted it and had acted on what you wanted, and that was that.

The next morning found you both in the kitchen again, a charged silence in the air as you went about making beverages for the conversation that absolutely had to be had. Coffee for you. Apple cinnamon tea for Taehyung.

“So,” you hedged, sliding him a mug.

His smile was small and shy. “So.”

“We should probably talk about this.”

“Do you want to forget this too?”

“I…can’t,” you admitted, face heating in embarrassment. You didn’t know why you were embarrassed. The ache between your legs proved it was a little too late for that now.

Taehyung’s gaze turned to his mug, bobbing his teabag in the hot water again and again as he thought. “I couldn’t forget last time.”

That pulled a laugh from you. “I noticed,” you said, affection dripping from every word, and you wanted to suck the slip back in, to snatch it back before it reached his ears. But Taehyung just smiled bigger into his mug.

You sat across from him. “This is going to keep happening, isn’t it?”

He was quiet for a few moments, contemplating your question. Or maybe his answer. He looked back up, solidly holding your gaze. “If you want it to.”

You weren’t prepared for that response. If you wanted it to? What kind of question was if you wanted it to? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

“Did you like it?” he prompted when your silence stretched a bit too long.

“I mean…” You officially dreaded running into your next door neighbors in the halls and you had no doubt a few noise complaints were coming your way, so that should have been obvious. “Yeah.”

“Me too,” he said easily, and there it was. The bright, boxy smile you had a hard time saying no to. “I like making you feel good. So why not?”

Your heart skipped at that flippant admission. There were a lot of reasons why not, but he made it sound so simple. So easy. You both liked doing it, so why not?

Still, it seemed too good to be true, and you bit your lip warily. “No strings attached? Nonexclusive?”

His head tilted a little at your proposal, and you rushed to explain it. “This is just for fun, right? So let’s keep it fun and uncomplicated. I don’t want to hold you up or anything, so how about we can have other partners, so long as we always use protection.”

“…That sounds fair to me,” he replied after a moment.

You held up a finger. “But if we find someone we want to start seeing seriously, we should stop. Because that would make things messy and be unfair to everyone involved.”

He nodded in agreement. “And whether there’s someone else or not, if you ever want to stop for any reason at all, just tell me.”

There was a fat chance that would happen, but you appreciated his careful consideration nonetheless. “And do you mind if we just keep this between us?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows pinched for a second before you saw his face smooth out. “Sure. Any reason why?”

“I just think other people could complicate things,” you admitted. “And you know how nosy our friends are. They won’t let us just be, you know? They’ll make it into something it’s not.”

“Just between us, then.” He offered his hand, and despite you being the main one who thought things through, you found yourself shy to take it. You shook on it, and that was that.

And so, a standing arrangement was made, with rules in place to help keep it just as simple as it sounded. No strings attached— nonexclusive, and either of you can stop it at any time. It was easy—whenever either of you was feeling particularly frisky, you would go to him (or him to you) and he would thoroughly pipe you down until that itch was scratched.

Simple.

But, of course, nothing is ever truly simple. Because there was one giant reason why you didn’t want anyone to know about your tryst. The glaring problem you’ve been ignoring since the start is that no matter how much Tae helps you scratch, you are never going to stop itching.

Because you may or may not be harboring a fat crush on your friend.

And Yoongi knows.

That night you got wasted on scotch and drank him under the table? Apparently, scotch makes you talkative, and Yoongi has always been a good listener. He casually brought it up when the two of you had grabbed coffee the next morning and you wanted to walk into traffic, you were so embarrassed by your own loose lips. But Yoongi is a great friend in that he promised he would never repeat your secrets. He is also a great friend in that he would never let you go along with this friends with benefits situation knowing what he knows, and knowing that it can’t possibly end well for you.

You know that too, of course. You’re fully aware of how bad an idea this is. How his eventual rejection will shatter you, how it will ruin the dynamics of your entire friend group. And still, you went forward with it. Because before you could stop it, your small crush on one of your best friends bloomed into something much more than that. And so these little nights where you ached for dick? You didn’t just want any dick. You wanted Taehyung’s. Only Taehyung’s. Only Taehyung.

You know that the moment Yoongi finds out, he’ll try to talk some sense into you—because he’s a good friend, and, unlike you, he wants what’s best for you.

And hypothetical Yoongi is right. This is a stupid idea, absolutely moronic to put yourself in this kind of of situation. But you are always stupid when it comes to Taehyung. Greedy. You want all of him, all his belly laughs and dark looks and enthusiastic karaoke performances and soft touches and introspective mornings. You want that—want any and all scraps he’s willing to give you, and at this point in time, you find enough strength in this blatant weakness that you keep giving yourself to him.

Or, at least, you had.

Before tonight.

Tonight, Taehyung pushes you against his apartment door, his urge to touch you outweighing his urge to hustle you both inside. His hands travel the curve of your ass, fingers digging into the meat of you in a way that can only be interpreted as mine. And you let him.

It’s not like that, he had told you, and as much as it hurts, it also ignites a fire within you. Because he promised to tell you if anyone else serious came along. Any serious prospects for either of you? This would all would end. You would stop.

He promised, but he hasn’t claimed her. And, because of that, you can still have him—can bask in him as long as he keeps asking. As long he allows you.

Greedy, greedy. Stupid, stupid.

“Hobi-hyung was right,” he murmurs against your mouth. He’s much taller than you, so he has to bend down a good amount to meet you, though this has never seemed to bother him. “Should have checked the right nipple. I was hoping you would.”

It takes you a moment to figure out what he’s talking about, too distracted by the way his knee purposely slips between your legs. His sweater. The evasive Waldo.

“I’m much more interested in your pants,” you breathe, fingers tugging on the waistband to prove your point.

“Hmmm?” He smirks, and you tingle all the way to your toes. “Why? What do you think I’m hiding in there?”

You cup him, revel in the hiss that escapes his lips at the small pressure. “Taehyung. Open the door.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice, quickly rooting in the pockets of said pants for his keys and shifting you out of the way so he can properly access the lock. But after that, he barely gives you room to breathe, lips reuniting with yours. Hands sliding your coat to the ground and circling your waist, pulling you flush against him. Making sure you can feel the hard evidence of his want for you. Eager. Without separating from you, he kicks the door shut behind him, slips his shoes off, and starts walking you backwards.

You would tease him about his enthusiasm, but you’re no better. You thrive in it. Every step closer to his bed, every teasing brush of his thumbs beneath the hem of your sweater fills you with barely-suppressed glee. The little whimper he lets out when you work off his pants? Relief.

It’s you who sinks to your knees, who scrapes your teeth over the hairs trailing his belly button, down, down. It’s you who purposefully presses your tongue into his weeping slit. You whose insides glow, bright as the sun, at the way his groans are barely able to be choked out. Because it’s your mouth he’s fucking into, not Jisoo’s. Not anyone else’s. It’s you who he belongs to, even if only for these fleeting moments.

Taehyung pulls you off of him before you can really get a rhythm going, before you decide to start fondling his balls in a way you know from experience will end him. Because, from the way he’s fisting your hair, tugging from the scalp with the exact amount of force that you love, he’s not ready to be done with you.

He undresses you with practiced hands, taking care to suck blooming color into all stretches of skin he uncovers. Open-mouthed kisses at the junction of your neck and collarbone. A light nip of your right breast, tongue immediately following and laving over the irritated area. When he finally decides to slip a hand between your thighs to get you ready for him, he can’t help but shudder when he realizes you already are. Two fingers easily sink into your hot cunt, a third making a gasp escape you.

“Look at you,” he mutters as he strokes you, and his tone borders enough on reverent that your whole body prickles in ecstasy. “Make me so fucking crazy.” A thumb swirls around your clit with intent and he recaptures your lips, inhaling your gasps as he beckons, beckons, and your thighs shake.

It’s too much—it’s not enough, and you’re going dizzy with want for him. Your hands scrabble up his back, pulling him completely on top of you, his warm weight more than welcome. Your chests are flush, and still, it is not enough.

Taehyung somehow understands you—has always managed to understand you. Understands the root of your growing frustration. With one last lingering kiss, he pulls away just enough to reach over and open the drawer of the nightstand next to you.

You feel protest building beneath your skin but you suppress it. Because previous encounters have taught you that you’re getting what you want. And sure enough, he roots out a condom, wasting no time in ripping open the foil and rolling the rubber down his length.

No matter how often he’s had you, the first press of his cock has always been intense—he is long and thick and yours, yours. Taehyung covers you with his body and fills in all your empty spaces until you are finally whole. Until you’re both slick with sweat and his hair sticks to his forehead, a notably primal noise rumbling in his chest. Until you’re so out of your mind that your teeth lock into his shoulder and you quiver uncontrollably.

It’s only during these moments that you allow yourself the luxury of pretending. Only during these moments that you allow your mind to linger in the fantasy that this is more than it is.

After, Taehyung always pulls you against him, and you always silently barter with the sun for a little more time. Wordlessly beg the moon to stay, please stay, just a little bit longer.

You always fall asleep in his arms, his steady heartbeat lulling you into unconsciousness, and that’s that.

There’s nothing in particular that wakes you the next morning. It could be the sound of movement in the next room, but it could also be the growing sunlight filtering through the blinds, or your brain nudging you because your subconscious knows you have somewhere to be. In any case, you blink slowly and unseeingly at the closet door, languidly stretching your legs one by one beneath the sheets.

Until it suddenly clicks in the recesses of your mind that the reason you’re squinting is because the sun is well and fully out. And you have somewhere you should be.

You leap out of bed, frazzled and adrenaline pumping as you ruffle through your discarded jeans for your phone. You forgot to set your alarm and it’s 11:15. Fuck.

“Taehyung!” you yell, slapping on one of his t-shirts you find haphazardly thrown over a chair. It’s just big enough to cover all your important bits, but that’s the last thing on your mind as you storm into the hallway in search of your friend.

You find him in the kitchen. He turns at the sound of your voice, hair adorably mussed by his pillow and your hands. “Hey,” he greets you, deep voice somehow always even deeper in the morning. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, and you swallow hard at the sight, forcing yourself to focus.

“I missed my flight!” you screech. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Tae bites his lip. “So funny story,” he says in a way that lets you know that the oncoming story will be anything but. “You know that huge snowstorm that’s set to hit at the end of the week?”

“…Yes?” you reply suspiciously. You’ve been keeping an eye on it, worried that it might interfere with your travel plans. But your local weatherman’s assurance that you would already be home and eating your grandma’s macaroni and cheese by the time the storm hit you calmed you.

“Well,” he continues, a nervous chuckle putting you on edge. “It hit last night. Surprise!”

You blink, unamused by his obvious joke. “What.”

“Twenty-two inches,” he continues. “Your flight has definitely been canceled. I doubt we can even get out of this building right now, to be honest. Who knows when my landlord’s gonna start shoveling.”

What?

WHAT?!

“Taehyung. Now is not the time to play with me,” you warn. Even as you’re unlocking your phone to factcheck him yourself.

“I’m not,” he promises, holding up his hands, pacifying. “Flights are canceled and you looked tired, so figured I’d just let you sleep.”

But his explanation falls on deaf ears when the internet confirms everything he’s saying. Jaw dropping in disbelief, you rush towards the window over the sink, separating the blinds with a finger.

All you see is white.

“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself in wonder, astonished to not even be able to see any of the cars you know for a fact are parked along the street. Hell, you can’t even see the street. Everything is just buried under too much snow.

“There’s nothing we can do,” he says, a hand catching your elbow. He leads you to the table. “Come on, sit down. I’ll make you some coffee.”

“Thanks,” you say, dazedly doing what he asks as your mind goes a mile a minute. Worried your mother will still wait at the airport for a plane that will never arrive, you quickly give her a call.

“I figured,” she says. “I saw that a storm hit your area on the news, and when I looked it up, your plane had been canceled.”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

“Girl, don’t be! I haven’t even gotten dressed yet.” You can hear Christmas music playing in the background, and you can imagine her, still in her pajamas, in the kitchen getting started on the dishes she was assigned to bring to your grandmother’s tomorrow. Now that your plans of going home are a little more up in the air, it makes you a little homesick. “Are you safe? Still have power and enough food?”

“Yes.” Your eyes dart to Taehyung, who is busy pulling what he needs from the cabinets near the sink. You swallow. “I’m safe. I’m going to look today to see if I can get another flight, but Mom, I think I’m gonna miss Christmas.”

Your mother has always been rather perceptive of your emotions, and you know this time is no different when, after a pause, she replies, “Don’t be sad, baby. It’s beyond your control and everything happens for a reason. We’ll just celebrate whenever you make it home.”

“I’m going to try to get another flight,” you repeat, and she just chuckles. “I’ll let you know.”

After promising to pass along the bad news to the rest of your family, your mother hangs up with a love you. You sigh, definitely a little forlorn.

Taehyung shoots you a sympathetic look over his shoulder. “This will make you feel better,” he promises as he continues his quest. He doesn’t drink coffee, but he still always has a box of your favorite kind on hand and that’s what he gets brewing for you. “We’re honestly lucky we still have power,” he muses, pulling creamer out of the fridge as he waits for the Keurig to finish brewing your cup. “It’s cold as shit outside.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, still internally frazzled. This new development has thrown you completely for a loop.

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asks, musing over fridge inventory. “I have half a pizza, eggs, kimchi, and that spray cheese in a can.”

You grimace. “Why in the hell do you have spray cheese?”

“Because it’s lowkey fire at 2am and it’s good food to have in case of an apocalypse,” he replies, tone much too reasonable for someone who kept cans of spray cheese in their fridge. He gestures towards the window. “And would you look at that? Snowpocalypse. Aren’t you glad we have this spray cheese?”

You pretend to think, though you can’t help the chuckles that escape you at his ridiculous reasoning. “No, not really.”

It’s him who laughs this time, pouring creamer into the awaiting coffee mug and returning it to the refrigerator door. He stirs in two sweetener packets then casually hands the mug to you.

“Thanks. Okay, but seriously! How the hell are meteorologists so wrong all the time?” You take a sip, humming in approval when you find the coffee to be exactly how you like it. “I mean, I was too busy to check the weather yesterday, but I’ve been paying attention for the past few days and they always said the storm would hit later. How could they not have seen this coming?”

“It’s pretty embarrassing,” he agrees, moving to pull out his own mug. You see him pause in realization when his hand wraps around his newest favorite, the light bulb visibly turning on in his head. “Wait…is this how you knew?”

The mug’s gorgeous—covered in vibrant colors painted in distinct, yet abstract patterns. The signature on the side declares it to be a print of one of Kim Jungwoo’s newest works.

You shrug, a small smile on your face. “I always see you drinking out of it so I just figured…”

“God, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, and you have to work very hard to control the elation building in your chest. To remind yourself not to take his words too seriously.

“I’m glad you think so.” You clear your throat. “Because looks like you’re stuck with me for a little bit.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Tae huffs out a laugh, sitting in the chair across from yours.

You lift a brow. “Isn’t this fucking up your holiday plans too?”

He shrugs. “I was gonna drive back, but who knows when the roads will be clear and safe. In the meantime, this’ll be fun! We’ve got internet, tv, food—though actually? Should we start rationing? Who knows how long we’ll be stranded.”

“You’re asking whether we should start rationing your cheese in a can,” you deadpan.

“You know what? Since you clearly think you’re too good for it, no cheese for you.”

“I think I’ll live.” You see him hide his smile behind his mug, and you tamp down yours, too. “Anyway, I’m pretty sure I saw some pancake mix in your cabinet the other day. How about I make us some and you can spray your little cheese on it.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replies, so straight-faced that for a horrifying moment, you have to contemplate whether he’s kidding or not. But Tae has always had a rather sarcastic brand of humor, so you just pray that this is a prime example of that.

It’s only when you stand up and feel the resulting breeze on your ass that you remember that, aside from the extra-large t-shirt you’re wearing, you’re entirely naked. Heat rises to your face when you see Tae’s gaze immediately flick down to the long stretch of your legs. It’s strange that you’re bashful at his obvious attention—it’s not like he hasn’t seen and touched everything under that shirt before; not like he’s not the source of the hickeys littering your skin.

Still, it feels oddly intimate to hold his attention in such a manner now. To have him look for no other reason than to admire you.

“Let me put clothes on first,” you mutter, intensely aware of the way his eyes follow you out.

Ultimately, today becomes one of the most relaxing Christmas Eves that you’ve ever had. After you shower and throw your clothes from the night before back on, the two of you have breakfast and then settle onto the living room couch for a wondrously lazy day of watching cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies and scrolling your social media. You attempt to find a new flight home for tomorrow, but flights are already full and you’re not surprised—everyone else is also fighting tooth and nail to rebook their flight. In any case, with the way snow is still being cleared all over the city, you’re not too sure it will be safe for planes to fly tomorrow, anyway. You’ll just have to stay on top of it and try again later.

For a little while, your groupchat is active with conversation on everyone’s clear annoyance at travel plans being disrupted. But eventually, your friends all quiet and it’s just you and Taehyung again, eating leftover pizza and laughing at the wonderfully bad plots.

Before you realize it, it’s time for the two of you to call it a night, and it’s strange how easily you slot into place—like there’s a place for you to slot into. Strange how you wordlessly take the right side of the bed and him the left.

You almost offered to take the couch, but realized how ridiculous that was when Tae started to head to his bedroom and looked over his shoulder to make sure you were coming. You’ve shared the same bed as Taehyung before, obviously, but have never done so without also sharing your body. For that reason, it’s strange to watch him wash his face and brush his teeth, strange to see him don a rather pricey-looking pajama set, strange to slide in next to him under the sheets.

It’s all so blatantly domestic that your heart hurts. That you want to lick a path across his collarbone to reestablish boundaries, to ground yourself in what this really is.

That you want to close your eyes, want to bask in this simple feeling of belonging by his side for as long as you’re allowed.

You turn off the lamp next to you. You both shuffle in the darkness, getting comfortable.

“Goodnight,” Taehyung whispers, voice a lot closer than you thought it would be.

You turn over to face him. Give yourself one second to pretend, one second to look at the shadowed shape of him in the dark. You close your eyes.

“Goodnight.”

You wake up the next morning with arms wrapped around you, lips resting in the crook of your neck. This doesn’t surprise you—Taehyung has always been a cuddler. Still, he’s never cuddled up to you without sex being involved, so you are a bit caught off guard.

He must just like to sleep like this, you tell yourself. You won’t lie and say you don’t enjoy it too—it’s nice and warm in your little blanket cocoon, the weight of his body near you, on you strangely comforting. You’re awake but you don’t get up, content to stay in this quiet, safe limbo.

Eventually, Taehyung stirs. So do you, jolted out of your trance and slipping away from him before he has the chance to see any expression on your face that it’s far too early to mask.

You use the restroom and brush your teeth with the toothbrush that has been designated as yours. (One morning after, you had complained of morning breath; the next time you slept over, it was already waiting for you in a drawer.) Your eyes idly roam your reflection as you press the bristles against your teeth in practiced small circles. Your hair, previously thrown into a quick bun, has been tousled in sleep, and you’re wearing Tae’s t-shirt again because you didn’t have anything else to sleep in.

You spit into the sink and crack open the door. “Taehyung.”

It takes long enough for you to rinse your mouth of foam for him to respond. “Hmm?”

“I don’t have any clothes.”

“You can borrow some of mine,” he replies, and his voice is gruff and muffled, like his face is still pressed into a pillow. It probably still is.

But despite what you anticipate when you reenter his bedroom, Taehyung is already out of bed and rooting around in his dresser. He reflexively glances at you when you appear in the doorway, eyes squinting in protest against the sunlight streaming through the window. His face is still puffy with sleep and his hair is even more disheveled than yours, sticking up in all directions. You’re extremely endeared.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully when he hands you another t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Your hand rises before you think about it, fingers raking against his scalp as you smooth his rebellious hair back into place.

Taehyung freezes, suddenly looking a lot more awake. He stares at you, and it’s only after a few moments of this that you realize exactly what you’re doing.

You snatch your hand back, awkwardly clearing your throat. “Um. Merry Christmas.”

A small smile creeps onto his face. “Merry Christmas, _____.”

Flustered, you gather the clothes close to your chest and return to the bathroom to change.

You’re in the living room, sipping on your coffee and waiting for the news to come back from commercial, when your phone vibrates.

Taehyung

Text message (now)

Your brows furrow in confusion. Taehyung is currently in the kitchen, having decided that it’s his turn to scrounge up some breakfast for the two of you since you cooked yesterday. Why is he texting you when you can hear him just fine from here?

Perplexed, you unlock the screen.

[10:15] Taehyung how do you like your eggs?

[10:15] Taehyung Fried or fertilized

You bite your lip, swallowing the laugh building in your chest. Because you certainly don’t want to encourage his ridiculousness.

“Stop trying to sext me,” you say loudly from your spot on the sofa. “I don’t need this right now.”

“Oh come on, _____. It’s a serious question,” you hear him call back. ”Don’t be like that!”

“Taehyung, I’m trying to see how long we’re gonna be trapped here. Can you be serious?”

He pops his head through the doorway, a clear pout on his face. “I am serious.”

You struggle not to break, pretending to be too engrossed in the updated weather report to notice the way he makes his way over to you. You definitely should be engrossed in the weather report—it’s the reason you’re watching the news in the first place—but you can’t help but have your focus stray elsewhere when Tae slowly drops one knee. The other.

Your heart rate speeds up, but you pretend to be unaffected. Pretend that you haven’t long-abandoned the local news, that you’re not hyper-aware of him and everything he’s doing. He’s blocking your view of the tv, so you pointedly lean to the side to see around him, lips pursed in an attempt to tamp down your amusement.

A few moments of nothing, of you both pretending you’re not hyper-aware of each other’s proximity.

Then, he makes his move.

His hands start on your knees, large and warm and shooting rippling sparks across your body. Still, you focus on not reacting. The weatherman is finally on tv, gesturing to the green screen map, but though he’s talking, you hear none of it, much too interested in the circles Taehyung’s thumbs are rubbing into the fabric of your sweatpants. (His sweatpants, big enough that you had to roll them over twice at the waist in order make them fit.) You’re able to keep up your apathetic charade until his hands inch higher, start rubbing further inward.

Your eyes snap to his. There’s an amused smirk touching his lips, but his eyes—you’ve seen that look in them before. It makes you reflexively swallow. “Really, Tae? I’m watching tv.”

“You don’t even have to do anything,” he wheedles, fingers hooking into your waistband. “Just pretend like I’m not even here.”

You give him a look, but don’t stop him when he starts to pull them down. Simply lift your hips a little to help him slip them off.

You didn’t have any clean underwear, so when the pants are tossed uncaringly to the ground, there is nothing to hide you from Taehyung’s feasting eyes. And feast he does, gently pushing your legs apart and immediately zeroing in on your naked sex, a distracted tongue swiping across his lips.

You hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning and now you regret it, your nipples proudly and visibly straining the material of your t-shirt and betraying your excitement. Though you suppose it doesn’t matter when he trails lazy, open-mouthed kisses up one of your legs, hands grabbing you by the ass and scooting you forward and closer to his mouth. His unhurried tongue playfully dragging through the crease where your thigh ends and your pussy begins.

“Taehyung,” you breathe, though you don’t really have anything to say. Tae seems to understand this, simply replying with a rather sweet kiss on your inner thigh before turning his head and going for the prize. You can’t help but let out a sigh at the contact, the familiar feeling of his mouth on you so warm and wet and good.

He takes his time, licking a wide stripe up your lips and idly circling your clit and making your indifferent facade immediately and abruptly drop. It is much too hard to keep it up when he’s eating you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, like you’re something he wants to savor. And in any case, your body quickly betrays you, twitching after every bold flick of his tongue. Not to mention that the longer he keeps going, the wider your legs part for him. The more your back starts to slide down the couch, pushing further into his face.

Taehyung hums in approval, simply slinging your legs over his shoulders so he can get as close as possible. A moan escapes your lips before you can swallow it, a hand rooting itself in his dark curls. Wordlessly saying what you don’t. Don’t stop, oh, god, please don’t stop.

And at that point, something seems to snap in him. While before you were something to savor, now, Taehyung devours you, flat out going to town. Wet slurping quickly overtakes the sound of tv, only rivaled by your increasingly erratic breathing and the moans you can no longer keep at bay.

Your hips reflexively try to rise, but he keeps a firm hand on your thigh to hold you in place while he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, looking you in the eye the entire time. You whine, rapidly coming undone, and he only responds by reaching up to roughly twist one of your nipples while he tongue-fucks you. That only makes you louder, only makes you sound more desperate. Only makes your eyes roll back in your head.

There’s no stopping it now—you’re past the point of no return, past all sense. You have tunnel-vision, mouth slack, every atom in your being screaming to be pushed off that final euphoric cliff, and that’s all you can think about. All you can focus on. You ride his face, hips grinding down hard and fingers tightening in his hair, holding him to you.

But Taehyung clearly has no intention of going anywhere, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure every few seconds, little satisfied whimpers escaping him every time you tug a bit too hard. And when your thighs finally trap his head between them, the intense orgasm making your back bow, he moans right along with you, greedily lapping up the fruits of his efforts.

As is usually the case, you have to push him away from you. Taehyung has always been utterly at home between your thighs, has always been honored to receive every drop you’re willing gift him. He would be there all day if you let him, but you’re too winded and sensitive for that right now, so he reluctantly pulls back.

Looking at him now, it almost looks like he was the one that was fucked out, not you. His hair is a mess again, eyes completely blown as they look at you. And, most telling, there’s a visible sheen on his face from his nose all the way down his chin that he pays no attention to, more focused on licking the remnants of you from his swollen lips.

You struggle to form words, the powerful orgasm he had coaxed from you rendering you drowsy and boneless. “W-wha…why—”

“’Tis the season!” he replies simply with a boxy grin. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

You stare at him, baffled, but Taehyung only pats you on the knee before standing up.

“Okay, but seriously, how do you like your eggs? Because the only other thing I know how to make is cereal, but I don’t have any milk, so if that’s what you want, you’ll have to eat it dry.”

Your feel like that one confused lady meme, brain shuffling through any and all mathematical equations that could help you solve the question he asked you. His cock is blatantly hard now and he’s not trying to hide it, but he also seems uninterested in doing anything about it. “…scrambled is fine.”

With an enthusiastic thumbs up, he leaves you there, puffy and slick, thighs still twitching.

You eat your eggs together on the couch, Taehyung shoveling his into his mouth like he didn’t just get done trying to suck your soul out through your pussy. The rest of your Christmas is spent bundled up under a shared blanket, sipping on hot cocoa and watching all the claymation Christmas movies that come on tv.

For the past two days, the streets have been a mess and trains unavailable. But when you wake up this morning, peeling yourself away from the unfamiliar scratch of Tae’s emerging stubble, everything seems to be back to normal. You can hear cars honking outside, can hear the scrape of shovels against concrete as people try to remove the last remanants of the storm.

A glance at the unread messages in your groupchat only confirms your suspicions. Your friends have all successfully secured methods of leaving the city and are in various stages of heading back home. But you? You’re quickly reminded of how annoying it is when supply doesn’t meet demand. With everyone and their mother fighting to rebook their abruptly cancelled plans, the earliest available ticket that is also in your budget won’t even have you flying out until right before New Year’s. And seeing as you have to work on the 2nd, there is absolutely no point in spending the money only to come right back.

Disappointed, you sit at the kitchen table and you give your mom a call to deliver the news. She completely understands, of course, not wanting you to spend more money either.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you don’t care if I come at all,” you tease, eyes flicking to the doorway at sudden movement. It’s Taehyung, wearing a pair of glasses and still in his pajamas. When he sees you’re on the phone, he gives you a silent wave, mouth stretching wide into a yawn as he dutifully searches for your mugs.

“Now, you know that’s not true,” your mother laughs. “You’re my baby and I miss you. I’m sorry you had to spend Christmas all alone.”

Your heart pings at that sentiment, but your gaze can’t help but drift towards Tae, who has his back to you. He’s making you coffee, as has now apparently become your routine.

It’s bizarre that the word routine can even be used at all in relation to the two of you, at all—bizarre and mildly alarming. He makes you coffee and you bicker over what to watch on tv and you’re little spoon and you have an unspoken side of the bed. Just three days locked in an apartment together and things have become…comfortable.

You swallow, looking away. There is another word for this that you don’t dare utter, that you don’t dare to linger on. Because you don’t want to start seeing things where there are none.

You don’t want to convince yourself that this is something more than it is.

“Christmas alone wasn’t that bad,” you say. Tae’s hand, reaching for a spoon, pauses for just a second before his fingers wrap around it. You clear your throat. “Mostly just watched tv. But how about I try to come home sometime in the spring? Maybe for your birthday?”

Your mother is excited about this plan, just as you thought she would be. The two of you hang up just as Taehyung sets your mug in front of you.

“Thanks. Those are new,” you say, pointing to his glasses. He’s worn glasses before, of course, but they’ve always been more of a fashion statement. This pair is wire-rimmed and markedly dorky. They’re endearing and you love them.

He rubs the back his neck, embarrassed. “I ran out of contacts.”

“Don’t worry. I think they’re cute,” you grin, reaching over to give them a cheeky tap. “But lucky for you, it looks like we’re finally free to blow this joint—all snow has been cleared.”

“Really?” You’re not sure why he sounds so surprised. He had to have known that the snow wouldn’t last forever.

“Yup. So you won’t have to deal with me for much longer. I can get out of your hair.”

He takes a sip from his mug as he ponders that. “Where are you going to go?”

You puff out a laugh at the question. “Um, home? You know, my apartment?”

“Alone?”

“Well, I’m the only one who lives there, so I would imagine so.” Your brows furrow in confusion. “Tae, what’s up with you?”

“It’s just…I’ve been thinking.” His fingers absentmindedly tap on the table as he mulls over his words. “You’re gonna be alone during the holidays. I’m gonna be alone during the holidays. So why don’t we just be alone together?”

You blink, brain slow to grasp his words. “You mean we should keep meeting up?”

“We could.” He shifts in his seat. “Or, we could just cut out all the in-between and you can just keep staying here.”

Well, you definitely didn’t see that coming. Your face must betray your surprise, because Taehyung is quick to try again. “Or we could stay at your place! Just a suggestion! I just figured it would be easier.”

You’re stunned silent, and it takes a few moments to find your voice. “You’re not sick of me yet?” you ask, bewildered.

“I could never get sick of you, _____,” he says, kind of shy, and it makes your chest warm, warm.

Remember what this is, you remind yourself, inwardly shaking off any delusional thoughts before they can take root. “…This is because you’re horny and you want easy access, isn’t it.”

But Taehyung scoffs, an irritated pinch to his brow. “I mean, I also just enjoy hanging out with you, but if you don’t want to, I get it.”

“No! No, I want to, Tae. I’m just surprised.” He meets your gaze then, expression softening a little. “I just have to go pick up some stuff from my apartment.”

“And I should stop at the grocery store so that we have other things to eat than apocalypse cheese,” he muses aloud.

The two of you end up going together. First stop is your apartment, where you take a shower and throw on the first clean clothes that have actually belonged to you in days. Taehyung waits for you, casually scrolling his phone as you go about packing a bag.

This is weird. Nowhere near normal and Tae is acting like it is, like you pack bags all the time with the express purpose of staying with him, in his place, in his bed. You feel like some sort of invisible line is being toed, but maybe it’s not. Maybe you’re just hypersensitive because you’re afraid you’ll get too comfortable with this new arrangement and open your big mouth and just flat out ruin everything.

So with that in mind, you say nothing as you toss in twice as much underwear than you could possibly need (can never be too careful) and a couple pairs of pants. You slip on your much needed winter boots and then you’re off to get groceries.

The two of you chat as you peruse the aisles, Tae dutifully pushing the cart while you contemplate what items you’ll need for dinner tonight. You chat while you carry the bags the few blocks to Tae’s apartment. You chat while you start a new tv series together, while you prepare dinner together and while you eat it together. And on the surface, everything is nice and easy, like it always is when it comes to Tae. You’re alone and so is he, so you should be together. One plus one equals two.

But Taehyung’s wide smile makes the forbidden thing in you build and build, grow and grow.

You smile back, and you say nothing.

“You know what we should do today?” Taehyung asks. He’s just hopped out of the shower and his hair is wet, loose waves dripping dark spots into the material of his t-shirt.

You look up from your bowl of cereal, but you don’t stop chewing. You watch a bead of water trail down his neck and have to hold yourself back from leaning over to lick it up. “What?”

“We should go see that exhibit.”

It takes a second for your brain, always sluggish in the morning, to catch on to what he’s saying. “You mean your Christmas gift?”

“Yeah.” He’s excited, eyes practically disappearing with the force of his wide and boxy smile. Like a child on Christmas morning. “Let’s go!”

“Tae, you don’t have to go with me, you know,” you point out. “It’s your gift. You can use those tickets on whoever you want.”

He snorts, like what you said was ridiculous. “And I want to use them on you. And since it’s my gift, you can’t say no.”

This time, it’s you who smiles. “Can’t argue with that.”

So after a change of clothes, it’s to the industrial building serving as an art gallery you go. A quick call to your cousin ensures that tickets are waiting for you at the front desk, and Taehyung’s smile doesn’t leave the whole way there.

There are a good amount of people already in the allotted space when you enter, only confirming to you that this is most definitely an exhibit you should be seeing while you can. While you can certainly appreciate it, you’re not really into art like Taehyung is. Kim Jungwoo’s work, however, catches your attention immediately. You realize after setting eyes on the first piece that Jungwoo’s art is truly something that should be experienced firsthand—it doesn’t take long to see that the print on the mug Taehyung uses every day doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. Everything skews a bit abstract, but the coloring of each piece, the length of each and every brushstroke, somehow makes you feel.

You weren’t expecting this reaction, so you take your time scanning each each piece, simply marinating in whatever emotions come. Tae does the same, so, naturally, your paths diverge and reconnect as you go along, a dance of push and pull.

It’s only when you cross him again at one of the last pieces that the two of you have your first real conversation.

“These are gorgeous,” you offer, touching his arm to get his attention. Your voice is soft, not wanting to disturb the introspective quiet of the room.

“Mmm.” Taehyung looks down at you, then back to the painting. His brow pinches a little as he mulls over it, full of curling shades of gray. You think him so deep in thought that it almost startles you when he speaks again. “I really like this one. Were there any in particular that spoke to you?”

It only takes you a second to respond. “That one,” you say, pointing to one of the first paintings. Wordlessly, he makes his way back to it, and you follow, trying to put into words why you like it so much. “I don’t know, it just feels very layered? Like, the title is Contentment. But the colors chosen feel the complete opposite—there is a lot of red and black, and those are really bold, you know? Colors we usually associate with powerful things. Intense, uncontrollable. And so it makes me feel like he’s lying, either to us, his intended audience, or to himself. How can he be content when there’s clearly something brewing beneath the surface? Consuming him from the inside out?”

He nods slowly as you speak, considering your interpretation of the canvas. “You’re right,” he says finally. “It does feel like there’s a lot being unsaid.” A few moments pass, where you both simply look at painting, quiet. Then, he turns back to you, expression unreadable. “Thank you. For being here with me.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the unnamed intensity in his gaze. You aren’t sure what to say. “Of course,” you say reflexively. And that is enough.

After a few more minutes of browsing, the two of you decide to leave. The piece Tae had been entranced by is close to the exit, and you give it another casual glance as you walk by.

Longing, the placard says. You turn away.

The sun is deceivingly bright outside—when looking out the window, it appears to be a beautiful winter day. But as soon as you exit the building, you’re assaulted by the rather frigid air, passersby huddling beneath their coats and walking briskly to keep warm.

Taehyung shuffles further into his winter coat as well, breath puffing out in visible bursts. He looks ridiculously handsome against the snowy city backdrop, a natural model for a men’s cologne ad. His long coat is fashionable and heavy, but from the way he’s stuffing his hands in his pockets, apparently not heavy enough.

“Fuck it’s cold,” he says, and you feel that sentiment in your bones. Literally.

“You’re the one who wanted to go outside,” you remind him, teeth chattering as the two of you hustle the few blocks to the restaurant you’ve chosen for lunch. Your hood is up, but you regret not bringing a hat too. “I was perfectly content to keep marathoning The Good Place.”

He laughs, an arm casually sliding over your shoulder and pulling you into his side so you can share body heat. And this is better. A little bit.

“Don’t be like that,” Taehyung chastises. “It’s Christmas.”

“Taehyung, it is not Christmas.”

“Christmas is a feeling, _____.”

“It’s also a date on the calendar. That has now passed.”

Taehyung tuts, opening the restaurant door for you. The warmth from inside spills out, and you both sigh in relief, rubbing your hands together as the hostess leads you to your table by the window. Luckily, said window appears to be insulated well, because you feel no breeze when you start to peel off your layers. “If it’s not Christmas,” Taehyung continues cheekily, head tilting towards the window. “How do you explain that?”

Amused, you follow his line of sight across the street, where a man in a lot is standing next to a big sign that says Christmas Trees.

“Oh my god, are they seriously still selling Christmas trees?” you snort incredulously, attention moving back to your menu. “Who the hell is still buying them? And honestly, with how rough those trees look, that guy should be paying you to take one.”

“We should get one.”

You laugh, trying to decide what kind of soup you want to come with your sandwich. But Tae’s laugh doesn’t follow, and, wary of his silence, you glance back up. There is a suspicious glint in his eyes, a quirk of his lips that you don’t trust. “…Wait a minute,” you say. “Are you serious?”

“Maybe.”

“Taehyung, why do you want to purchase a raggedy-ass Christmas tree?”

“They’re not that raggedy, and because Christmas was stolen from us this year.”

“They’re raggedy. You and I both know they’re raggedy.”

“_____,” he says tone more serious than you’re anticipating for such a silly conversation. “You were really looking forward to the holidays. And I know it’s obviously not the same, but there’s no reason we can’t celebrate now.”

That throws you for a loop. Yes, you’ve been pretty content over these past few days, but you have also been a little bummed that the snowstorm snatched your holiday plans away from you. You hadn’t realized Tae has been watching you that closely, and it makes your chest warm to know he has.

“…Okay, fine,” you say, hiding your growing smile behind your menu. “We can go get your tree.”

Taehyung hoots in victory and you shush him, though you don’t really mean it.

After you eat lunch and pay, you dutifully bundle back up and follow him to the Christmas tree lot across the street, where the guy selling them is thrilled to see potential customers. He tells you that all trees are 75% off, which doesn’t surprise you, seeing as the holiday has already passed and the demand for his product has gone way down. Still, looking at his inventory, you personally think even that amount is too much.

You can’t help but voice your concerns. “Taehyung, Charlie Brown’s tree looked better than any of these.” The vendor shoots you a dirty look, but you don’t care. These trees are busted. Clearly, the winter storm had not been kind to them.

“Doesn’t matter,” Tae says cheerfully, walking slowly so he can inspect each one. “We can fill it in with a lot of clearance ornaments.”

“Wow, you’re really going all out, huh?” you tease.

He scoffs, turning his head to throw you a pointed look. “Obviously. It’s Christmas.”

“It’s not Christmas.”

“We have already discussed this! It is Chris—”

You’re not quite sure what happens. One second he is playfully arguing with you, the next he disappears from view, swept entirely off his feet. You startle at the flurry of movement, bewildered when you realize that he’s now on the ground, limbs askew. “Oh my god, Tae! Are you okay?”

Taehyung winces, speckled with wayward snow. “Ow! I think I broke it,” he groans as you scramble to help him up.

“Broke what?” you ask as he stands, giving him a panicked scan for injury.

He answers by rubbing his behind, no doubt bruised. “Kiss it better?”

You roll your eyes, unamused, but happy he’s not actually hurt. “I’m not kissing your ass,” you snort, reaching over to brush the snow off it anyway. “And to be honest, you can kiss mine for even asking me to.”

He nods. “Later,” he says, and it sounds suspiciously like a promise. The way he’s grinning does not bode well for you.

For the sake of time, you both agree that Tae will choose the tree and you will choose the ornaments, so you leave him to quickly pop into a nearby store to grab a bunch of ornaments and string lights from the sale bin. When you return, you find that the tree Taehyung has chosen is as tall as he is, but spindly, and, frankly, pretty sad.

“He tacked on even more of a discount,” Tae informs you cheerfully. “I think he’s worried I’ll sue him.”

“You should,” you mutter under your breath. “For having the audacity to sell you that tree.” You frown, mentally trying to figure out the logistics. “Taehyung, should we go get your car?”

“Nah. I can just carry it.”

Your eyebrows raise. “We can’t get on the train with this. You’re really gonna carry it for six blocks?”

He lifts it, testing its weight. “It’s not that far,” he decides. “And my pride is at stake.”

“What pride?” you reply incredulously. “You literally just busted your ass five minutes ago!”

“That’s exactly why it’s at stake,” he insists, and the branches of the tree are so sparse, you can see him pouting through them. “And you know the only reason I fell is that they didn’t salt the ground and it’s slippery.”

You have bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “Whatever you say, mountain man. Go ahead and carry your tree.”

“I will,” he snarks back.

And so he does. For six blocks, you trail behind him as he lugs around a forty-pound evergreen that is very visibly on its last leg. You would argue that Tae is on his last leg too, with the way he huffs and puffs and repeatedly tries to rearrange it in his arms so the needles aren’t sticking him in the face.

“Need help?” you offer, amused.

His response is quick and irritated. “No.”

You roll your eyes. Men. If he wants to struggle to simply to prove a point, that’s on him. You were just gonna carry your ornament bag and make sure he didn’t get hit by any cars.

Finally, finally, the two of you make it to Tae’s apartment building. Into the small elevator you go, Tae resting some of the weight of the tree against a wall. Surprisingly, you almost make it all the way home without inconveniencing anyone else, but the elevator doors end up opening halfway up. (You get a weird look from the person on the other side, who wisely chooses to just catch the next one.) And by the time Taehyung is dumping the tree on his living room floor, he’s thoroughly winded.

“See?” he gasps out. “Easy.”

You can’t help the snort that escapes you this time. “Oh Tae~,” you tease, batting your eyelashes. “You’re so big and strong.”

He’s leaning over, hands on his knees as he catches his breath. “Damn straight.”

The two of you get to work decorating your sad tree, and it’s nice. Really nice, especially when he pours you glasses of wine to sip while you work, Nat King Cole crooning in the background. Slowly but surely, the tree starts to come together, and while it may not be the most stunning to most people, it is to you.

It is to you.

It’s when you’re completely done, the two of you sipping on your third-ish glasses of wine while admiring your hard work, that Taehyung pulls out his next bout of holiday cheer.

You frown at the random leaves he’s holding over your head, confused. “…Is that cilantro?”

“Does this look like cilantro to you?” he asks, and he sounds kind of hesitant for some reason. Shy.

“Obviously it does, or I wouldn’t have asked.” You smile, willing to go along with his antics, just like you always are. “Are we having tacos for dinner? I don’t think you have any tortillas.”

“No, you dummy,” he replies, huffing out a laugh. “This is clearly mistletoe and we are clearly standing under it.”

Oh. Oh. You swallow, flustered by this new development. “We’re actually sitting right now, so who’s truly the dummy here?”

“Are you really going to argue with me? Standing, sitting, it’s all covered under mistletoe law.”

“Mistletoe law,” you deadpan.

“_____. It’s Christmas. You can’t ignore a Christmas tradition on Christmas.”

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, Kim. It’s not Christmas.”

He gestures to the Christmas tree the two of you have just finished putting up. “We’ve already agreed that today is Christmas, so it is. Do you really wanna anger the mistletoe gods?”

You laugh, endeared by his persistence. “No,” you agree softly. “Can’t have that.”

Even though he finally has your cooperation, Taehyung hesitates before he leans in, dark eyes reflecting the Christmas lights like he has stars in them, has the whole universe.

And to you, he does.

He’s kissed you before, of course. Many, many times. But never without sex being the ultimate destination, and the press of his lips against yours now, with no other motive than to bask in you, rapidly throws you into a tailspin. It’s soft and strangely a bit timid and you can taste the wine on his breath, but you don’t care in the slightest because right now, the man with stars in his eyes is focused on you. You, you, you.

There’s a feeling crawling up your throat, one you aren’t sure what to do with. It simmers and simmers, even after Tae pulls away from you, face flushed. Panicked, you lean back in, desperately licking his mouth open. He’s noticeably surprised, but follows your lead easily, like he always does. Kissing you back with just as much fervor. Grunting when you swing a leg over his lap, when your hand finds its way in his pants.

And you’re grateful. Grateful, because one more second of him looking at you like that and you’re going to cry. Going to flat out explode, and who knows if the resulting fragments of you will be salvageable. But it’s okay. Because when you’re doing this, when you’re busy riding his cock until he fucks you blind and it’s hard to breathe, it’s easy to forget.

But there’s only so long pressure can build. Only so long it can be trapped, can be pushed down and ignored. It doesn’t take long for you to learn this the hard way.

The next day, you’re lounging around the apartment, today being declared lazy after all the excitement of the day before. You’re on the one of the last episodes of The Good Place and Tae made you pause it while he’s in the kitchen, fetching you both more snacks.

And it is at this unassuming point in time that everything goes to shit.

An insistent buzzing has you reflexively searching your surroundings for the source, and it doesn’t take long for you to realize it’s Tae’s phone.

“Taehyung,” you yell, not bothering to move a muscle from your cozy blanket cocoon. Tae may have willingly left it seconds before, but you saw zero reasons for you to do the same. “Your phone is ringing!”

You hear him opening and shutting a drawer. “Who is it?”

You sigh, mustering up the will and energy to lean over and scrabble around the coffee table. When your fingers wrap around the vibrating pest, you listlessly bring it closer to your face.

Jisoo

Incoming call

The blood in your veins instantly runs ice cold. You stare at the screen, the words flashing across it quickly losing meaning as the phone continues to ring. Woodenly, you stand, blanket falling from your form like the afterthought it is.

Taehyung looks over his shoulder when he hears you enter the kitchen, a smile lacing his lips in greeting. But that smile soon falls, eyebrows pinching in confusion at whatever he must see on your face. He reflexively takes the phone you hold out to him, but one glance at the screen has his eyes snapping back to yours. His lips part.

“I think I should go,” you say quietly. There’s a burning behind your eyes but you blink it back into submission and turn to go gather your things.

“Wait.” There’s an edge of urgency to the word, a sense of rising panic. But you pay it no mind, hurrying to the bedroom to get your bag.

You’ve been stupid to forget—blatantly foolish and willfully obtuse. You’re a placeholder, and no amount of playing house will ever change that. Absolutely no different than what Alexa is to Hoseok, simply someone there to entertain him and warm his bed. Though, you suppose, you are different than Alexa. At the very least, Hoseok claims her, for however long he decides to do so. At least she has that.

“Wait,” Taehyung says again, and you’re not listening, too busy throwing one of your errant shirts back into the bag. He grabs you by the arm and you stop, frozen. “Wait.”

“What are we doing, Taehyung?” you whisper.

“What do you mean?” He’s trying to catch your eye, trying to make you look at him. “Baby, I need you talk to me. What do you mean?”

“This.” You gesture wildly at nothing, at everything. Let out a shuddery breath. “This. What are we doing?”

“What we’ve always done,” he insists. His voice is getting louder, more distressed. “What’s the problem?”

Your head whips up, finally meeting his eye. “Stop pretending you’re dumb.” You’re tired, oh so tired. “Because we both know you’re not.”

That must be the wrong thing to say—the panic in his face steels out, his eyes daggers. “Why are you even upset?” he says cooly. “I don’t see how it matters.”

Flames lick up your throat. Flames that have been there for months. Flames that you’ve ignored, even as they slowly smothered you with smoke. “Maybe,” you say lowly. Carefully. The word rolling bitterly on your tongue. “I don’t want to be around when you’re fucking other people.”

And there it is. The truth that has been hovering between you all this time, practically a third party in your fucked up excuse of a relationship.

For a second, your truth renders Taehyung mute. His jaw drops slightly, head tilting in unspoken question. Gone is his carefully-neutral expression—in its place, blatant indignation reigns. “It’s never bothered you before.”

If only he knew. If only he knew how hard you’ve worked to turn a blind eye, to keep up your charade. You don’t want to hear any more. “This was a mistake,” you say quietly, and his face crumples. “This was all a mistake, and I think I should go before either of us says something that we’ll regret.”

Your attempt at diffusing the situation only seems to make him more mad. He’s shaking his head. No no no. “Don’t do that,” he growls. “Don’t play games with me, _____.”

“Don’t do what?” you snap. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know damn well I’m in love with you!” He’s shouting now, but his voice is starting to crack. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Stop it.” Someone’s breathing is audible, and through the blood pumping in your ears, you can’t discern whether it’s him or you. Probably both. “You need to stop playing dumb. There’s no way you don’t know!”

“What?” A broken record. You sound like a broken record, but you have no idea how to stop. No idea how else you can possibly respond.

“The only reason I even started seeing her is because you didn’t want me!” he yells.

Your brain whirrs, way too much information at once. “When did I ever say that?”

“You didn’t have to say it!” he spits, and now you’re crying. You don’t realize it, too caught up in the moment, but you definitely are, tears silently trekking down your face as you try to comprehend how in the hell you both got here. “You don’t have to say it, because you make it perfectly clear that this is all you want from me. And at first, I was more than happy to give it to you. But the more I have you, the more I want you. I want all of you, even if you’re only interested in certain pieces of me.” His breath is coming out too fast. He’s crying too. “I love you, and you insist that I hide it and pretend that I don’t!”

You’re stunned, struck completely dumb. Absolutely floored, flabbergasted.

“But if you want to leave, then fine.” He’s much quieter now, subdued. He sniffs, angrily wipes a hand across his face. “It’s probably for the best.”

But now, leaving is the furthest thing from your mind. Your brain is finally caching up, finally processing everything that he’s just said.

“Say it again,” you finally reply, voice small. “I need to hear you say it again.”

“What?” he huffs. “That I want you?”

“No. How do you feel about me, Taehyung?” You’re moving closer to him, steps slow, slow, approaching not unlike you would a spooked animal. “I need to hear you say it again.”

His brows furrow. “I love you,” he repeats, the words full of irritation.

But that’s all you need to hear. The final shackle shattering, the last thing holding you back no more. Your hands find purchase in his shoulders, and though he eyes you warily, he doesn’t stop you when you rise on your toes and press your lips against his cheek.

“Again,” you murmur, hands drifting, fingers trailing into his hair. “Tell me again.”

His eyelashes flutter, distracted by the kiss you place on the underside of his jaw. “I love you.”

Unhurried, you adorn his skin with proof of your own devotion, kissing him every time he says it and even when he doesn’t. It’s only when he finally pulls back a little, a blatant question in his gaze, that you set free the words you’ve refused to utter.

“I love you too, you dummy.”

That’s the cue he’s been waiting forever and ever for, and unlike you, he only needs to hear it once. Taehyung gently takes your overnight bag from your hands and tosses it uncaringly to the side. Despite his tender actions, the way he’s looking at you tells a completely different story.

He looks at you like you’re a delectable meal and he’s starving. Like he’s one sudden move from devouring you whole.

And it sets everything in you alight.

His hands find your hips, then your ass, working the flesh as he kisses you, as he stumbles you towards his bed. And yours are just as frantic, utterly impatient in their quest to yank down his zipper and grip him through his underwear.

He lets you. Bucks into your hand until he’s nice and whiny and desperate. “Please,” he whimpers against your neck, whole body shuddering when you press a thumb into his slit. “Please let me inside you. Please let me feel you.”

“Shhh.” You shush him, catching his bottom lip in your teeth. You will never deny him, and he has to feel it. He has to know. “Always.”

But you can read between the lines, can understand exactly what he’s asking for.

Know what he wants, what you both want.

Taehyung topples you both onto the bed, engulfs you with his body so that even if you tried to look anywhere else, he’s the only thing you can see. He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you. As if you’ll disappear the next time he blinks, as if he can’t get enough. He grinds his cock down hard against you, swallowing your gasps and working you both up to such a degree that you almost cum, just like that. Less than a minute, but you’ve been teetering on the edge for months, a bow taut and primed to snap.

The first push of him bare has you keening, has you scratching red marks down his back. And he’s no better, entire body vibrating and just flat out babbling when he finally feels the warm grip of you without a barrier. “So wet, feel so fucking good. So fucking good for me, baby, always so good.”

“Holy shit,” you gasp, desperately rocking your hips against his. Mouth slack as experience has him expertly hitting that spot inside you again and again that makes you see stars. “Oh my god—“

“So good, and mine. Mine,” he groans, and you’re not sure who he’s even talking to. He probably isn’t either, the velvet heat of you pulling words from his tongue, but after a particularly delicious thrust has you letting out a whine, you see the fog leave his eyes, just a little. Focus now entirely on you. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, tone deceptively mild. But the way he’s circling his hips is understandably distracting, and when he realizes you’re already too fucked out to answer properly, he grabs you by the chin and leans his forehead against yours. Demands you answer him. “Who does this belong to?”

“You,” you pant out. “You. Yours. Always yours.” And as familiar as this all is, as many times as you’ve done these exact things over the months, it all feels achingly different this time. Somehow much more intense, somehow much more worshipful.

Taehyung groans, his efforts doubling as his oncoming end has him starting to properly rail you deep into the mattress. Between his thumb pressing into your clit and his mouth laving attention across your neck, it doesn’t take long for you to be firmly pushed off the edge with a drawn-out moan, convulsing around him and easily dragging him with you.

And, with two particularly rough thrusts that make the headboard rattle against the wall, he paints your insides a hot white.

You lay beneath him for a while, still contentedly stuffed full of him. Still gleefully receiving the kisses he hasn’t stopped peppering you with.

“There’s been no one else, you know,” he murmurs against your fevered skin. “Just you. Only you.”

Emotion blooms within you, seeping from your ribcage and trickling everywhere else. “And only you,” you say softly, his resulting smile so blinding and affectionate that you’re filled to the brim with love. Just completely overflowing with it, fighting the sudden burning behind your eyes.

Tae doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. Just presses his lips into the few tears that escape and holds you in the quiet.

Your fingers dance down the damp skin of his back, idle, as if memorizing every bump of his spine. But the peaceful moment is broken when a chance brush of against one of his asscheeks has him letting out a yelp, jolting at the unexpected sting.

You snort out a laugh, unbidden. There’s definitely going to be a bruise later.

“It’s not funny,” he insists, smiling despite himself. His smile only widens as you keep laughing, unable to stop once you started. “I warned you I broke it—hey! I’m suffering over here, it’s not funny!”

The voicemail sits, completely and utterly forgotten for a couple days.

To be honest, you both are a bit too busy with other…activities to pay it any mind.

“Hey Tae, It’s Jisoo. Um, I was hoping to catch you because I really didn’t want to do this over text or anything. But, um, while I’ve had a good time getting to know you, I think it might be best if we go our separate ways. If I’m being honest, I’m getting the sense that you’re not really interested in building anything between us anyway, and, frankly, I don’t want to waste any more of our time. I hope you find what you’re looking for. Happy New Year.”

“Run me my money,” Jungkook says calmly, and you blink, completely unprepared for that response.

You’re at Seokjin’s again, your group of friends gathered together to bring in the new year. For some reason, you had found yourself a little nervous for this moment, a little nervous to tell your friends about you and Tae. Well, nervous isn’t quite right—restless might be a better word. Excited and restless. You hadn’t been completely sure how they would react when you finally dropped the bomb, but now, as you watch the rest of your friends reluctantly but dutifully pull out their wallets, you know this definitely hadn’t been on your list of possibilities.

Your jaw drops at the audacity. “I know you motherfuckers did not just bet on me.”

“No, no,” Hoseok assures you, and you feel better for just a moment until he continues, “We bet on both of you.”

What? What?!

Your head whips towards Taehyung, but he’s busy popping a mini quiche into his mouth and looking more amused than anything else. As if he had fully expected some light New Year’s gambling regarding your relationship status to occur.

“We’ve all just been waiting for the two of you to crack,” Namjoon admits, sourly slapping a few bills into Jungkook’s hand. “But we thought it would happen next year.”

“Not me!” Jungkook says gleefully. “Pay up, buttercup!”

Yoongi grumbles under his breath, shaking his head at you. He glances at the clock and back, expression simply oozing disappointment. “You couldn’t have waited fifteen minutes?” he sighs.

“Excuse me?” you balk, blood pressure steadily rising.

Wisely, Taehyung steps in front of you before your dumb friends who you love very much can get you riled up enough to start throwing hands. He’s laughing, and it’s warm. It’s right. And when he leans down to kiss you before the ball drops and during and forever after, you don’t care one bit about the obnoxious clapping and hooting that results.

Hell, if you weren’t so preoccupied, you’d clap for your own damn self.

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jungkxook · 3 years

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—make it right. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: punk!jungkook / band au / exes-to-lovers au / angst / smut

⟶ words: 11,528

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

⟶ warnings: jungkook has a tongue piercing, oral sex because of said tongue piercing (fem!recieving), more tattooed and long haired jungkook to feed my fantasies, angsty pining clingy sex, also just general soft sex, crying sex lol, riding, creampie, slight praise kink themes, unprotected sex

⟶ disclaimer: here’s my one year blog anniversary present inspired by the first ever fic i posted on here! yes this is technically a sequel to melomaniac but not really. sort of like an alternate universe to the alternate universe but you don’t really have to read one or the other to understand the other. so, i hope you enjoy!

⟶ this is part of the melodrama tour series!

You swear you’re over Jungkook.

In fact, you would even go so far as to say you hate him ━ but you know that’s not true. It’s just that it’s much easier to believe that if you tell yourself you hate him enough times, then maybe you’ll find a way to fix your broken heart, and the pain in his absence won’t hurt so bad.

As it turns out, it hardly works.

Seven months since he had left you to travel the world with his band, basking in promised eternal glory and fame and money, and yet even miles and oceans away from where you stand, he’s all you can think about. There’s a myriad of reasons as to why trying to forget him was an useless endeavour. The hardships of trying to forget a cherished life-long friendship you had grown accustomed to was one of them, and those lingering happy moments you had shared with him as lovers however fleeting they may be was another. But then there was the ever present fact that Jungkook and his band were so quick to rise to fame, their names far exceeding the seemingly cramped and small city you had both reigned from, and suddenly the boy you had known forever, and everything special that makes him, was now being shared to hundreds of millions of adoring fans.

You were certain it was all Jungkook ever wanted, the added attention and the pretty girls fawning over him, because he had always been a casanova in many ways despite always promising you that you were the only one for him even before you had started dating. You had told him it wouldn’t work ━ I trust you as my best friend, you had said in a moment of despair, grasping at straws. I don’t have to worry about you breaking my heart. But I don’t know if I can trust you as my boyfriend ━ far before he and his band had been signed to their record label and paraded around the world, when they were still practicing in rented storage units and friends’ garages and rundown local studios, playing gigs anywhere and everywhere from dingy bars to college campus parties, supporting him every step of the way if only because he was your best friend, and he had been so persistent that it would work, chasing after you even when you tried to push him away. I would treat you right, he had urged so ardently late one drunken night after stumbling back to his apartment. I already practically worship the ground you walk on.

And how could you ━ who had already been so madly in love with him but scared of him breaking your heart, scared of losing him, scared of this happening ━ ever resist him? He made love seem so easy, and maybe that’s because it was when you were with him. But now, he was no longer yours; now, he was the world’s, and you were nothing but a mere hazy fragmented memory in his mind, long forgotten, watching from the side of the stage much like you always had from the very start of it all.

“Hey, isn’t this that band?” Jihyo’s voice bursts through your wandering trail of thoughts.

It takes you a moment to recollect yourself, finding yourself not in the arms of an ex-lover or stuck in a bygone time of months past, but in the cosy and amiable café nearest your campus and frequented by a plethora of your fellow peers. You’re fortunate to find that your other group mates have also become sidetracked, trailing far from the assignment you were all supposed to be working on. Dahyun is perched beside you, chin nestled in the palm of her hand and elbow propped on the table as she scrolls aimlessly through her phone; Jihyo and Taeyong were sat across from you, gossiping fervently about some mutual friend of theirs. You hadn’t known the pair long enough to know much about them or the tragic affair of whoever Mina is for accepting her cheating boyfriend back for the second time, and, likewise, they seem oblivious to your own self-wallowing once you realize what’s caught Jihyo’s sudden attention.

You hear his voice first.

It’s easy to discern, even after all this time and even amongst the muffled chatter and clanking of porcelain and cutlery of those seated around you. The sweet, velvety lull of Jungkook singing throughout the café from the overhead speakers, pretty upbeat melodies and synths mixed with wistful words making up the song he had written for you before he left, before the fame and fans, as a way of telling you how he truly felt about you. It feels like a dream, and maybe that’s because it is, bringing you instantly to another time, and another world. You still remember him showing you the unfinished song for the very first time, curled up next to him in his living room, listening to him serenade you to sleep, humming in places where he hadn’t formed the words yet, strumming along with his acoustic. It was yours and his until he showed the world almost a year ago on their very first show at the Seoul Olympic Stadium in front of thousands of people, as a final desperate act of proclaiming his love for you after a disastrous attempt at a first date that he had begged from you. Just one, he pleaded. To prove it to you that I can be a good boyfriend. And if things don’t work out, we can pretend it never happened and just go back to being us. That’s a promise.

At the time, you had treasured the song. It was beautiful in every way, his love transcending his words and enveloping your heart in pure warmth.

Now, you hate it.

It’s the third time you’ve heard the song that day. Despite avoiding it as best as you could, it seems to find a way to make itself known in your daily life like the nagging nuisance it is. Because fate seemed to enjoy its sadistic behaviour of having the song be one of the main reasons Jungkook and his band had skyrocketed to fame in such a short span of time and, suddenly, Jungkook disappearing from your life meant little when his voice remained as a constant reminder of what could have been, what couldn’t have been, and what fell apart at the already fragile seams. And what was a proclamation of love to you turned into nothing but a fabled tale of lovers. You wonder if people who hear it ever think about where they’ve gone, or who they’ve turned into, or if their love was made to last. You wonder, above all else, if people ever think about it at all.

“Beyond the Scene, right?” Taeyong asks. He seems just as animated to be discussing the song as Jungkook’s voice fades into Jimin’s.

“God, I love this song. It’s so dreamy,” Jihyo lets out a longing sigh as she slumps against her seat. “Y’know, I’m seeing them this Friday. It’s their first time being back in, like, five months.”

“Dude, I’ve been trying to get tickets to see them for months now!” Taeyong gaps incredulously. “How’d you score them?”

“A friend of a friend knows the guy who plays keys,” Jihyo says. “The cute mysterious one.”

“Yoongi, right?”

“Yeah━”

As the pair dive into a passionate discussion about the boys and their first full-length album released under their recently-signed-to label from Columbia Records, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Dahyun almost immediately straightens up, eyes flickering from the pair to you and back again. You’re both fortunate she’s there, having known your past with Jungkook, and despise it a little more, wondering what her pitying gaze must mean.

“Hey, Dahyun. Y/N.” Taeyong’s voice grabs your attention now. “What do you think of these guys? Didn’t some of them used to go to this school?”

“Yeah, I had a few classes with their drummer.” Dahyun waves her hand airly, swiftly brushing over the fact that she did far more than have a “few classes” with any of the boys but was also one of their closest friends. “I think they’re great━” She glances sideways at you one more time. “Hey, maybe we should get back to the assignment now━”

“I had a class with their lead guitarist, Jungkook, last year,” Jihyo continues, her excitement getting the best of her as Dahyun’s voice drowns out in the foreground.

“No way!” This dubious exclamation comes from Taeyong.

“I tried talking to him once but he totally blew me off,” Jihyo says. “Which is fine, because he’s still hot. If I had known he was gonna be a famous rockstar, I’d have tried asking him out a second time━”

Suddenly, you feel sick.

It’s odd to hear two strangers discuss Jungkook’s life while you’re seated across from them, as if you’re nothing more than an outsider to whoever Jungkook has become now. But you can’t stand it anymore. You’re certain you look insane to them when you push your seat back abruptly, the metal legs screeching against the floor as you stand.

“Whoa, what’s wrong━?” Taeyong starts to ask but you’re gone before he can finish the question, murmuring a half-hearted excuse about how you forgot you needed to be somewhere.

You’ve rounded on your heel and have fled from the café before anyone can try to stop you, with nothing but Jungkook’s mellifluous voice fading in the distance as he croons aloud for you in a time long since passed.

You don’t care. Besides, you’re sure Dahyun will cover for you.

The worst part of it all? The dreadful realization that sinks into your mind, and into your heart, beckons the question: who’s to say you aren’t a stranger now to Jungkook’s life altogether?

“So, what are you trying to say?”

You remember the moment so clearly despite wanting nothing more than to forget it all, and the pain associated with it. Because even from then you knew you would always be in love with Jungkook, but you couldn’t have him. It’s hard to remember whose fault it is this time that caused the sudden fight, though random little arguments had been a frequent occurrence nearing the end of your one year relationship more often than not. You hate blaming it all on him, because you were certain you were at fault too. Maybe a little bit wary at times, a little selfish, wanting him all to yourself. Even though you knew he has an obligation to the world, it still hurt when he started making promises he couldn’t keep, blowing you off for soundchecks, or spontaneous interviews, or record label meetings. More and more you could feel the both of you drifting apart, maybe without even meaning for it to happen.

It was just that Jungkook was destined for a lifetime of greatness, and you were starting to think that meant without you.

You had stopped him late one night after he had stumbled home from his and the band’s nightly studio sessions as they worked through recording their debut album as a signed band. Lately, it seemed as if that was all that Jungkook cared about, and while you knew the band meant the world to him and you would always support him in his endeavour, you couldn’t help but feel lesser in comparison. That, and you hated seeing the boy overwork himself to the point of near exhaustion every night if only because their label was so adamant about having the album finished before the month ended.

“You want to, what? Break up?” Jungkook asked, this time more incredulously and less dumbfounded as he had initially been. He didn’t believe you just yet, but you couldn’t exactly tell what he was thinking anymore at that point.

“I just figured we could use some time apart,” You had suggested awkwardly. “Just a break.”

He had let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “Y/N, this is insane.”

You flinched. You remember having to look away, refusing to meet his suddenly sorrowful look. “Is it, Jungkook? I mean… Look at us. We’re falling apart. It was bound to happen eventually. We tried to make it work but maybe we’re on different paths now.”

“But I love you,” Jungkook gasped, exasperated. “Where is this coming from?”

“And I don’t want to have to tie you down for the rest of your life,” You continued on stubbornly, “or make you think you owe me your whole life just because you said you fell in love with me when you were thirteen━”

This seemed to catch Jungkook’s attention. He grew rigid in front of you, a look of wary agony contorting his face. “Is that what this is then? You don’t love me anymore?”

You didn’t respond immediately, instead the dread of the night seemed to finally catch up with you and you had grimaced. You had loved him even then, but the thought of voicing it aloud when you were supposed to be breaking up with him didn’t feel right. The tears began to swell in your throat and blur your vision. Jungkook must have noticed, because he always seems to spot the small things about you that even you miss. Almost instantly, the sour look on his face softened and his gaze turned helpless, with those big puppy-dog eyes that you’ve always been too fond of. He closed the distance between you at once, warm hands grabbing at your own.

“You do.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. He knew you were still in love with him ━ or maybe he’d just been hopeful. “I know you do. So then why are you breaking up with me?”

He let go of one of your hands to reach up to your face, calloused fingers gentle and soft against your cheek as they brushed away a rogue tear you hadn’t realized had fallen from your lashes. For a moment, you had let yourself get carried away. You leaned into the comforting heat and touch of his palm as he cradled your face.

“Don’t━” You choked out after a moment of silence, hating when your voice splintered into a sob. “Don’t touch me. Please, Jungkook. You’re only going to make this harder.”

His hands sprang away from your face almost at once, as if he had just been burnt by scalding fire. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and pull you into his arms but he had refrained the urge somehow, miraculously. So, instead, he grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fists as his arms fell limp at his sides.

“Then don’t do this. Don’t walk away,” Jungkook pleaded desperately. “I don’t understand. If you love me still, why are you making this harder for yourself?”

“Because what if that’s all we have in common anymore?” You asked wretchedly. “We care about each other. We always will. But you’re focused on the band, and this is my last year of school. Maybe we just need time to focus on ourselves.”

Jungkook blinked once. Twice. His stare was suddenly devoid of any emotion as he gawked at you, but you could tell that he was hurting. It was there in the fluttering of nerves in his jaw; there, in the way his lips pulled taut into a thin line; there, in the way even you could see his eyes begin to shimmer with wet tears that he unabashedly displays without trying to wipe away.

“So that’s it?” he asked. “After everything we’ve been through. You’re just gonna end it, like that? Y/N, come on━”

His hands had found purchase on your waist, and you had lingered for a moment too long; then, fumbling, he tried to grab delicately at your face, probing you to look at him. But you couldn’t. The moment you met his wounded gaze, you shook your head furiously. You had slithered out of his grasp, slipping through the seams of his fingers just like that.

“I━” You paused. “This isn’t some spur of the moment decision, Jungkook. How can you not see it? I’ve felt so alone these past few months. It’s like you’re here but not entirely. Your mind is always somewhere else, always thinking about the band and never about us.”

“What am I supposed to do?” he had asked hotly. “The band is my everything.”

“And what am I?” You asked. The question only mildly offended you, a shot right to your heart. Because if the band was his everything, what were you in comparison? “A distraction until you get everything you want? I can’t keep being that.”

“No!” he protested. “You’re not a distraction. You’re━” He stopped himself short, brows furrowing. “You can’t keep pinning this all on me. You just don’t trust me, do you? You never did. Always thinking I’m with some other girl when I’m not with you━”

“That’s not true,” You admonished.

“Isn’t it?” Jungkook retaliated.

“I don’t want to hear it,” You had said at once. Your tone was final, a decisive ending to your argument with him. “My mind’s already been made up, Jungkook. I don’t think we should see each other again until we sort all this out ━ or, until you sort out whatever your priorities are.”

Jungkook’s stare had hardened, a frown deeply etching into his face. He had straightened up then, perplexed and upset with your standoffish demeanour, as if thinking this surely meant nothing to you. But little did he know this would become one of the hardest decisions you would have to make.

“Fine,” he said rigidly. “If that’s how it is, then I’m gone. You’ll never have to see me again.”

You hadn’t known at the time just how terribly you had messed up ━ neither had Jungkook. He had left before you could stop him, or before either of you could change your minds. Because nothing’s worse than a broken heart, blinded by stubborn and defensive rage. Accusatory fingers and blaming him or you wouldn’t heal the wounds that had already formed, and ending things seemed to only make it worse, months of lonely heartache without Jungkook to further prove just that…

The last time you spoke to Jungkook, you told him you never wanted to see him again ━ or, at least, that seems to be how he interpreted it.

Now, you were standing in the midst of his domain, surrounded by everyone in his public sphere of friends and colleagues and acquaintances, and there was certainly no way of escaping him.

You were starting to think you’re losing mind, because you’d truly have to be insane to have worked up the nerve to agree to go with Dahyun to a party being held celebrating the band’s recent tremendous success and headlining their first world tour. Their manager, Jin, had personally reached out to you and Dahyun, calling you as a means of asking you to attend, though you had given him a timid and dismissive response at first. If it hadn’t been for Dahyun purposely and almost quite literally dragging you out under the premise that “even if you don’t want to see Jungkook, you at least owe it to the boys to go,” you don’t think you’d even be here. But while you didn’t know where you stood with Jungkook anymore, that didn’t mean you weren’t still proud of him or the rest of the boys. It just became harder to bask in their success with them when you had gone from knowing every detail of their lives, of Jungkook’s life, to knowing only what you could hear from gossiping fans around you, or plastered in tabloids, or all over any form of social media.

The party is held at some sort of fancy lavish restaurant, the entire back room rented out by the band’s record label and management, and is filled with dozens of people you don’t know. Fortunately, you and Dahyun aren’t left alone for very long, as an elated Jin and Jimin, the appointed lead singer, bustle their way through the crowd to you almost as soon as you arrive, leaving very little time for you to feel so awkward that you consider running away again. Jimin, in all his spritely and extravagant blue haired disposition, wastes no time in engulfing you both in a comforting hug as if months hadn’t passed since you’ve last seen them.

“Glad you guys could make it!” Jin smiles from over Jimin’s shoulder.

“It’s been forever,” Jimin affirms.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Dahyun says. “I’m surprised you guys didn’t forget about us, considering you’re big rockstars now.”

“Rockstar is a bit of an overstatement.” An effortlessly charming smirk unfurls on Jimin’s face, which seems to immediately dazzle Dahyun. “Besides, we could never forget you. Hey, come with me to find the guys. I think we could all use some time to catch up━”

He places his hand on the small of Dahyun’s back as he guides her away, leaving you with Jin. A moment of silence passes, in which time you can feel the boy’s eyes lingering on you.

“He knows you’re coming tonight, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jin says carefully, treading over his words lightly. It’s too painfully obvious who he’s talking about, though you’re fortunate he doesn’t bother mentioning Jungkook’s name anyway. “There’s no point in hiding. I think you should talk to him.”

“I━” You trail off uselessly, your voice croaking. Fearing an imminent breakdown, you shake your head. Then, holding your chin a little higher, Jin’s startled to hear you pretend as if he hadn’t said anything. “It really is good to see you guys again. If you’ll excuse me, I think I need a drink.”

And you’re gone once more before he can say anything else. On your lonesome, you find refuge at the bar, though you only order water because you’re certain you won’t be able to stomach anything stronger. You don’t know how long you spend there, blankly staring at a spot on the wall as your mind wanders everywhere and yet nowhere at all until━

“Y/N?”

There it is again. The familiar sound of his voice, only this time it’s much more attainable, closer to your world and not elsewhere so high in the clouds like a hopeful dream. You brace yourself before turning to face him.

This close, Jungkook looks breathtakingly and painfully beautiful.

As always, he’s adorned in all black, the first few buttons of the silky blouse he’s wearing left undone so that it teases the exposed flesh of his collarbones and the rose tattoo that inks his chest, the thorny stems crawling up the side of his neck just below his ear, accompanied by a pair of leather pants. He’s the same as ever. The same imperfect tattoos that decorate his fingers and arms that you’ve always loved, the same ring-clad fingers painted a chipped black, the same hoop accentuating his button nose. His hair is still his natural dark ebony color (something he’s seemed to stick with much more as of late despite dyeing it wild colours throughout his past), only it’s a little longer than you last remembered, and the sides of his head are shaved in the form of an undercut. You’re foolishly surprised to find he still looks the same, but almost a year away from someone can both change nothing and yet everything all at once.

“Jungkook…” You want to say something more, but your words fall short.

It’s hard to tell if he’s angry or upset at seeing you there, but you don’t think he’s either, and you have an inkling of a thought that he purposely sought you out amongst the many faces. Instead, he looks hesitant, apprehensive, as if dreading how you’ll respond to see him. As if you’ll yell at him, push him away. You do neither, fortunately.

Just when the dense silence starts to become almost unbearable, Jungkook clears his throat. “I━ Wow… You look great.”

You blink once, a flustered blush warming your face that you hope he doesn’t notice. “Oh. Thank you. You do, too.”

His eyes flicker over your presence as he nods absentmindedly. Then, he’s offering you a pretty smile, soft and sweet in nature. No malice, or ill-intent. “Um━ How have you been?”

You hate this. You hate the awkward pauses, the prolonged periods of silence. A year ago, even despite knowingly pining for one another, your moments alone with Jungkook were never so terrible. He always found a way to say something cheekily flirtatious even when you were just friends, if only because he knew it would make you blush and giggle because, no matter how many times you would roll your eyes or nudge his sides, he also knew you secretly loved it. All the inside jokes, the milestones shared together, the ardent fleeting touches ━ where did it all go? And while you were both noticeably trying to maintain the peace and pleasantry between one another, it didn’t feel the same. It felt forced, fake. Distracted.

“I’ve been good,” You lie. “How about you? Actually, don’t answer that━” You let out a breathless chuckle. “You’ve clearly been doing amazing. I mean, your album, and your world tour. And tomorrow you’ve got a big day with the hometown show. I heard it sold out in the first ten minutes.”

“Something like that,” Jungkook says modestly. “It’s been kind of crazy. Namjoon says it’s good, but I miss━ I just miss a lot of how it used to be. The slow pace. I dunno. The quick burn up is quick to burn out, right?”

“Maybe,” You admit. “But I think you’ve all got it in you. You’ve worked so hard for this moment. Enjoy it while you’re in it. You deserve it, Jungkook.”

His stare softens as it meets yours. “Thanks.”

Another beat of silence passes. He looks as if he’s warring with himself, as if he’s fighting the urge to say something more, gnawing at his lower lip, brows knitting together.

“Yo, Jeon!” A foreign voice from amongst the crowd beckons aloud abruptly for the boy.

Jungkook glances over his shoulder swiftly in search of the source, then waves his hand as if to motion he’ll be there later. Then, he turns back to you. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. I won’t keep you,” You say. “I know you’re busy.”

“But━” He stops himself, his jaw clamping shut. Changing his mind, he decides to ask hopefully, “Will you be at the show tomorrow?”

“Of course.” The affirmation seems to relieve him, even though it’s a spontaneous decision made by you on the spot. Before this moment, you hadn’t been so sure you could go.

“Promise?”

You can’t help but shake your head, a chuckle slipping past your lips at the innocent boyish question he asks. “Yes, Jungkook.”

His smile widens a little more, however sheepish it may be. “Then can you promise me one more thing?”

“What?” You quirk a brow, intrigued to say the least.

“Will you drop by the hotel we’re staying at tomorrow morning, so I can take you out for a coffee? Just to catch up. It’s been a while,” he says timidly. Then, feeling a little stupid for being so bold, scrambles to explain himself. “And no pressure if you don’t want to. I just thought━”

You can’t possibly say no. Not when it comes to Jungkook, all your past struggles seemingly vanishing without a trace. “I’d like that a lot, Jungkook.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Then he’s positively beaming, his self-indulgent grin making your own heart flutter in your chest. When he leaves your side that night, you find yourself looking forward to the future perhaps a little too optimistically. But how terrible could grabbing coffee with your ex be, if you had survived the first wretched encounter?

So, in the morning when you wake, there’s not a stutter in your step or a wavering flicker of your confidence as you make your way to the Four Seasons hotel Jungkook had told you to from the night before. In fact, a selfish part of you almost thinks that maybe things will start to look up. That maybe you and Jungkook can finally make amends. That maybe you never had a reason to fear Jungkook breaking your heart if he made such an effort to heal it.

The hotel itself is one of the most luxurious ones in Seoul, a considerable contrast from when the boys were slumming it on friends’ couches and in their run-down van touring the country. The room Jungkook tells you to meet him at is one of the hotel’s grand suites, located on the higher levels of the building. But as soon as you reach the landing and have begun making your way towards the designated door, it flings open and a pretty girl comes stumbling out. She’s giggling at something that has just happened inside, her hair a dishevelled mess which she ruffles up in an attempt to fix it. She’s adorned in a pretty little dress, the skirt of which is hiked a little higher up and one strap falling down her shoulder, as she clings her shoes and bag to her chest. She smiles at you on the way past, though she’s too far gone in her own little daze that you wonder if she even notices you at all.

But you certainly notice her, and, all at once, your reverie of him and what could be comes crashing to the ground once more.

Maybe you should have stayed, should have waited for Jungkook to let him explain, but you were too afraid to hear an answer you weren’t looking for. You try desperately not to imagine Jungkook loving someone else. You try not to think about him holding her the same way he held you, his lips finding purchase on some other girl. But by trying to avoid the thought, it beckons the unwarranted memories of how it felt to be loved all over by him once upon a time. You wonder how many girls he’s hooked up with in your time apart, and the overwhelming sense of regret washes over you.

You don’t bother to wait. You know fleeing is the easiest option rather than facing your fear, but you’re far too timid of rejection again. Instead, even before you can approach Jungkook’s hotel room and knock on the door, you turn on your heels and run.

You’re long gone by the time Jungkook comes to the door, prying it open in search of you on a whim. When he doesn’t see you, he glances up and down the hallway but to no avail. Namjoon comes slinking past inside then in his own disoriented haze, having just woken up from moments ago when the girl he had taken back to their room the night before left. Even then, Jungkook had warned the rhythm guitarist against bringing the girl back, pointing out the fact that they had much to do today ahead of their concert. Namjoon had promised it wouldn’t be long, that she would be gone in the morning, and Jungkook was fortunate enough that the suite had two separate bedrooms on the opposite ends of one another so that Jungkook didn’t have to hear whatever it was the pair were doing in the other.

“Did Mina leave?” Namjoon asks through a yawn, digging the heels of his palms into his tired eyes. When Jungkook nods, a sliver of a reminiscent smug grin tugs at Namjoon’s lips. “You missed out, Jungkook.”

The cheeky quip is met with a roll of Jungkook’s eyes. “I’m sure I’ll survive. You know I’m not like that.”

Like that━ As in midnight hook-ups and cheap thrills alike. He tried it once, far ago when you had first broken up with him, on a drunken spur of a moment as a way of healing the anguish in his heart. It hadn’t worked then; he assumed it would never work.

Namjoon seems to understand this immediately. He gives Jungkook a look that the boy doesn’t notice. “Well… is Y/N here yet?”

“No. But I’m sure she’ll be here,” Jungkook grimaces. He hopes. “Something probably came up.”

Namjoon clasps a reassuring hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, humming aloud, “Good luck, dude.”

But you never arrive, even though Jungkook waits for most of the morning, nervous eyes flickering to the door at every commotion outside, running to check only to see room service delivering breakfast or concierge showing guests to their rooms. He has no choice but to give up on the thought of you coming when Jin knocks on their door, prompting the boys to get a start on their day. Interviews and soundcheck await, but how could he possibly go on with his life without knowing what happened to you?

Which is why you stay on his mind for the rest of the day, distracting him in every aspect, mixing up his words when he’s in the midst of his interview, tripping up on stage as the boys set up and begin to rehearse. As the hours wane down to just an hour before the show, the thought of performing in front of thousands of fans starts to make him nervous and he doesn’t know why. He’s done this countless times before, almost nightly during the tour, so what stops him now? Of course he knows the answer, had grown all too accustomed to the feeling the first few months in which the break up had been so recent. It would always be about you.

But just before the show starts, Jungkook is making his way backstage from the greenroom, where the band had been waiting, to the stage. Fiddling with his in-ear piece, he almost doesn’t notice you and Dahyun weaving your way through the roadies and sound tech, being guided by Jin to the pit on the side of the stage where only family and friends are allowed. You don’t see him, and there’s a split moment where he thinks he should just let you go, until he doesn’t.

As he makes his way to you, the tour manager for the band intervenes part way, shouting out to the boy. “Where are you going? We’re on in five, Jungkook!”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back━” He waves the manager off as politely as he can, wasting no time to chase after you. He calls out your name, though it drowns out in the sound of the music being blasted through the speakers of the arena and the screaming fans. “Y/N, wait up!”

He’s relieved when he sees you stop in your tracks, turning to face him as Dahyun and Jin become lost in the chaos of the backstage. He comes to stand just before you, smiling breathlessly at you, unaware of the way your shoulders tense at the sight of him.

“You didn’t show up this morning,” he says as a way of greeting, his voice a curious prob. “What happened?”

You try desperately not to get lost in his big beautiful eyes, laced with such hope. Instead, you fold your arms over your chest, looking away. “Something came up.”

It’s then that Jungkook senses something is wrong. You’re upset with him, though he can’t tell why. Aside from the obvious rift in your relationship that had initially split you two up, you had been so pleasant to see him the night before. But he doesn’t give up just yet. “Well… you’re here now.”

You meet his gaze with your own hardened one. “For the boys.”

A shot right to his heart almost makes Jungkook gasp for air. He flinches, and then his stare softens, and you wish he wouldn’t look at you like that, out of fear that you might just relapse into his arms.

“What’s wrong?” He closes the distance between the two of you. He wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you, but refrains with much difficulty. There’s dozens of things that could be wrong, and he braces himself for your retaliation. “You didn’t want to come, did you?”

When you don’t respond, but also don’t stray from his side, Jungkook hurries to speak again if only to fill the tense silence.

“Look, last night… Maybe it was just me, but last night seemed like things were okay,” he says. “Was I wrong to feel that way?”

“Jungkook…”

“Please, just let me know,” he begs. “Because you’re all I can think about these days, it’s driving me crazy. And I don’t know what’s going on, but the reason I wanted to see you this morning was because I hate how things ended between us, and I wanted to tell you…” He swallows nervously as he trails off uncertainly. “I wanted to tell you that I’m still in love with you. And I can’t get you out of my head. These months away from you made me realize that I━”

Suddenly, you’re shaking your head and he knows you don’t believe him. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he regrets saying it, if only because they seem to enliven you. Now, you push yourself away from the boy. “I’m not doing this right now. You’re not doing this right now.”

As if to further your point, the band’s tour manager can be heard calling out frantically for the boy. “Two minutes, Jungkook!”

But Jungkook is hardly paying attention now, instead solely focused on you. “Please, Y/N━”

“No, you don’t get to say that to me,” You admonish hotly. You can’t bite the words back, no matter how hard you try. “You don’t love me. You think you love me, but you don’t.”

His jaw clenches, and his brows furrow into a frustrated stare. “I do.”

“You don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Stop.” The harsh word makes Jungkook clamp his mouth shut. You shake your head furiously, but you know it’s only to distract yourself so that you don’t let the tears fall. “You’re being selfish, Jungkook. You don’t get to take all of me, love all of me, and leave, only to come back months later and pretend you’re still in love with me. And whatever this━” You gesture vaguely between the two of you, “is, or was, doesn’t exist anymore. We both need to stop pretending otherwise.”

Jungkook winces, eyes tinged with pain. “You don’t mean that.”

You don’t respond. Elsewhere, his tour manager starts to grow impatient, scolding the boy aloud, “Jungkook, we’re gonna be late. Hurry up!”

“Yeah, I’ll be there!” Jungkook calls back, irritated. Maybe he is being selfish. He’s wasting precious time by not leaving, all the hard work that the crew put into tonight’s show, and the fans awaiting his and the band’s arrival. He can still hear the crowd, this time their buzzing voices amalgamating into unanimous chanting muffled by the walls that sounds akin to the band’s name.

“You should go,” You say now. “Don’t wanna disappoint them.”

But he’d throw it all away for you if you told him to. He promised you that even before he had left for tour, before the band had been signed. Had you forgotten? Because he surely hadn’t.

“Y/N…”

“Good luck out there.”

Then, you’re gone before Jungkook can even make a move to stop you ━ but even if he did, what could he do to make you stay? The feat seemed impossible, and you always seem to find a way to slip from his grasp no matter what he does. Only this time he has no choice but to let you go, out of fear of being berated further by his tour manager or angering the boys so much to the point where he gets kicked out of the band.

He makes it on stage in time, the band filing out to take their places one at a time, deafening screams blowing out their in-ear pieces that stand no chance as each member joins the stage. The lights fizzle out until complete darkness cloaks the venue, but Jungkook still looks for you. He finds you in the pit on the side of the stage, Jin and Dahyun standing beside you, and finds it hard to keep his eyes off of you even though you attempt to pretend as if he’s not even there.

After their first adrenaline-filled opening song of the night, Jimin takes to the microphone to greet the crowd who scream back an indiscernible shout as, elsewhere, you notice Jungkook pry himself away from the microphone stand on his side of the stage to wave the rest of the boys over to Hoseok’s drum kit. They murmur amongst themselves briefly, though they go unnoticed by Jimin or the crowd as the lead singer entertains them.

“Seoul! It’s good to be back. We’ve missed you all so much━”

Jimin’s words get cut short when Jungkook, having just parted ways with the rest of his members for their impromptu meeting, beckons the lead singer over, out of range of the microphone. They seem to discuss something just as shortly as Jungkook had talked with the rest of the boys, in which time Jimin nods understandingly, then steps away from the microphone. Then, Jungkook takes to the microphone, the rings on his fingers glistening under the spotlight as he grips the stand.

“I know the night’s only getting started,” Jungkook’s voice wavers as he speaks, “but we’re gonna slow things down for a moment. We hope you don’t mind.”

Intrigued murmurs echo around the crowd, suddenly buzzing with excitement as they watch Jungkook with eager eyes. A few encouraging bellows has Jungkook smiling smally. Jin, on the other hand, looks perplexed.

“What is he doing?” Jin asks no one in particular, a quizzical look on his face. “This isn’t part of their set.”

“I think a lot of you might know this next song,” Jungkook continues, “but I don’t think I’ve ever expressed how much it means to me. This next one, I wrote for a special someone, and it sort of helped us achieve all of this. So, I think it’s time that person knows how much they mean to me.”

Jungkook glances nervously over at the boys standing behind him, each in their own respective spots. Then, sweeping his gaze across the crowd, he finally finds you already staring up at him. His own eyes soften into a look of longing, however hardened by past tribulations and sorrow it may be. As if he’s determined not to lose you again; determined to make it up to you.

“This next one is for Y/N,” he says timidly. He has to turn away from you in the next second, afraid he might just break down before the fans and the boys and you. “I’m sorry I messed up.”

As the boys take their place, with Jimin taking an acoustic and fading back from the limelight, you wonder why. But then you hear it, the familiar beginning chords making up the song you had so wholeheartedly claimed you hated. Only this time they’re gentler, made up of acoustic strums of a guitar, Hoseok’s drums, and Yoongi’s keys, all amalgamating into a pretty song almost unrecognizable.

Then, Jungkook starts singing, and what was once a wistful dreamy song of prospective lovers suddenly turns into a melancholic requiem for you. Some lyrics are changed, present tense turning to the past, and Jungkook sings his way throughout the entirety of the song in contrast to the one that plays all over the radio featuring the other member’s voices. The fans sing along, their voices melding with Jungkook’s into some sort of celestial mellifluous choir, and you’re left no longer wondering if the fans would ever know the meaning behind the song that Jungkook had brought to life. Because now, it wasn’t just Jungkook singing to you; it was the whole world. And yet, paradoxically at the same time, it felt all that much more intimate. As if it were just you and him once again, seated on the couch in his small apartment, listening to the beginnings of what would be their number one selling song.

Above all else, you realize that you don’t seem to hate the song as much you claimed to.

That night, you can’t sleep.

You find yourself leaving the venue earlier than everyone else, even when the boys invite you and Dahyun to join them for celebratory drinks, returning to your home in the hopes of forgetting the night altogether. Instead, you stay up tossing and turning, your mind filled with memories consisting of only Jungkook and his haunting voice singing to you, and for you. But at some point during the night nearing one or two in the morning, just when you give up on the idea of sleep, the sound of incessant knocking at your front door rouses you from your trance.

When you finally answer the door, you’re more than surprised to see that Jungkook stands on the other side of the threshold as if coming to you from a dream. But then you register the fact that he’s a complete mess. Dark circles line his weary eyes, now smudged with that faint hint of charcoal liner he had worn for the concert, hair so messily mused beyond repair, and you notice quickly that he’s crying, fresh tears glazing over his pupils and streaking down his face. It’s startling to see him in such shambles, a complete contrast to how effortlessly charming and confident he usually portrays himself. But though you’ve seen him cry before on various occasions, now is all the more unsettling.

“I━I’m sorry.” It’s the first thing he says, screwing his eyes shut tightly as he shakes his head. He fumbles over his words, slurring them together in his rush to get them out. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but I needed to see you.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No, no, I swear━” He pries his eyes open to meet your desolate stare, tears unabashedly falling from his lashes. His voice thins with desperation. “You said we need to stop pretending, but I’m not pretending. I never have been. And if you think ━ if you truly believe ━ that there’s nothing here between us anymore… Tell me. Right here, right now. And I’ll leave you alone forever, you’ll never have to see me again. I just━ I’ve missed you every moment and it kills me.”

You’re silent for a long period, pitying gaze sweeping over him, but he doesn’t care if he looks insane. He just needs you to know how he feels.

“Well, how do you think I felt?” You ask the question carefully, but then the memories come flooding back and the semblance of a scowl forms on your face. “You leave and suddenly everywhere I look I see you. Your song is playing everywhere, you and the guys are everywhere, and I’m reminded every day about how we ended. About how you left me.”

Jungkook blinks. He shakes his head stubbornly, the nerves in the corner of his jaw fluttering as he grits his teeth. “You were the one who said we should take a break.”

“A break!” You snap sternly. “Fuck, Jungkook. I didn’t want you out of my life forever. I wanted you to fight for me.”

“No, don’t put this all on me,” Jungkook pleads helplessly. “I have always fought for you. But the minute things got rough, you bailed. You told me you never wanted to see me again. What the hell was I supposed to do?”

“I was scared!” You try to swallow the tears away that start to form as a lump in your throat but to no avail. “I was, and I still am, so fucking scared of losing you. And you━ It felt like you gave me no choice. Like you were over it. I would have wanted to make things work but you left. You just… You left, and suddenly it was like you were never in my life at all. Seven months, and I get no word from you.”

“I fucked up, okay!” He cries out so suddenly, it silences you at once. He bites at his lip, and straightens up half-heartedly, running a hand through his hair. When he meets your stare this time, he’s zealous yet sincere. “I know that I messed up. I know. And it fucking kills me every single day. I don’t know where it went wrong, but it did, and I know it’s all my fault. When you said we should take a break and I agreed, I was only thinking about you. Because I knew I was disappointing you every day, and I was afraid that was all I would ever do, and you don’t deserve that. I thought it would be better this way, if I was just gone from your life for good. But I can’t forget you.”

“How can I trust you?” You ask. When his pained stare gawks at you, you tilt your chin a little higher. “I came by your hotel room yesterday morning, just like you asked, only to see that girl leaving.”

Jungkook’s gawk turns into a dumbfounded expression. He looks weary as he shakes his head, as if struggling to keep up with the way you accuse him now. He tries not to focus on the fact that you actually came to the hotel, then feels inconsolably terrible when he realizes why he never got to see you. “That girl was Namjoon’s fling. We were sharing the suite, and they were in a whole other room. I didn’t even think about her━”

Your stare droops from him, and he knows he’s struggling to keep you on his side.

“Okay, fine. You want trust? I’ll give it to you,” he says. A newfound sense of confidence seems to possess him, though he approaches the topic with extra caution anyway. “After we broke up, I was crushed. I couldn’t move on from you, and the guys thought I should get drunk, find a random girl to bring back to our hotel one night on tour. And I listened, because I wanted to forget you, but it didn’t work. All I could think about was you. Every time she touched me, every time she kissed me, I could only imagine it was you. And when she left that night, I broke down because I felt like such a fucking idiot. I instantly regretted it. Like, even though you and I weren’t together, I still did something to hurt you by sleeping with that girl. And all it did was hurt me too in the process.”

He pushes himself forward, taking a step over the threshold. Even despite him admitting his wrongs to you, you can’t find it in yourself to hate him. Because, at the end of it all, he’s here at your doorstep, pleading for you to forgive him, but he had already won the moment your eyes had landed on him.

“You’re the reason I am who I am today.” His voice is hoarse when he speaks, almost in a whisper. “That I get to do what I love for a living. But all of it means nothing without you. You saw me at my worst, and my best. And you were the best I ever had, and I ruined it, and the worst part of it all is that there’s nothing I can do to make up for it. But I promise I can make it better ━ I can make it right again ━ if you just give me a chance.”

There’s a short pause filled with poignant silence in which Jungkook thinks you’ll push him away or scream at him. He’s fortunate when you do neither; instead, he hears you whisper faintly.

“Kiss me, Jungkook.”

And it’s more than enough for him. His heart thrums in delight as he wastes no time in reaching out for you. His hands are warm as they come to grasp at your face, holding you delicately; then he’s leaning in to you, drawing you closer and closer until his lips are pressed against yours. It’s unadulterated, but not without feverish passion, noses smushing together in both your eager hastiness to close the distance between the two of you. It doesn’t last long either, though that’s partly because Jungkook can taste your tears mingling on your lips, and can feel your faint smile form against his mouth. Kissing him feels both foreign yet familiar at the same time. You know the feel, the taste, and the sense of comfort that comes with it, but months apart from one another has left it feeling different.

Jungkook’s thumb wipes away at the tears on your face. “Why are you crying?”

It’s a useless question, he knows, but he needs something to fill the silence. He’s relieved when he hears you snicker. “Because I miss you, you idiot. And I’m sorry I’ve been acting like such an idiot. I’ve messed everything up.”

His own shoulders quiver with contented mirth. “It’ll be okay.” As he leans in once more for another kiss, you can feel him murmur against your mouth, “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Then make it right,” You say, “right here and now.”

“I’ll do anything for you,” he promises earnestly.

Jungkook understands the underlying yearning in your voice even without having you explain yourself. He knows, if only because he can feel it too. As his hands fall to your waist, fingers digging into your skin, your own arms wrap around his neck and pull him into your apartment. He has you pressed up against the nearest wall within seconds, kissing at your throat, then up to your jawline.

“It’s been so long,” he sighs.

You hum in agreement, though your mind is already spinning, and all you can muster is a weak yet urgent croak of his name. “Jungkook.”

Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging at the roots and he croons with delight. His lips finally meet yours again, only this time he lets his tongue lav at your lower lip. Almost as soon as he does so, you notice something strange. It takes a moment for you to register the small metallic object that grazes your lower lip but when you do, you pull away from the boy.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks in a confused dazed.

“Is that…” You rasp. “Did you get your tongue pierced?”

Suddenly, Jungkook is smirking, one brow shooting up to his hairline in a smug demeanour. He sticks out his tongue for you to see the silver ball poking through and you almost moan at the sight of it as the thought entices you.

“Oh.” Your face warms with a flustered blush. “That’s new.”

“Yeah,” he says. “Always wanted to get it done. Guess I was saving it for the right moment.”

“Right moment, huh?” You scoff as if the implications don’t already have your thighs rubbing together. “Care to explain?”

“I think you’ll find out soon enough.”

You dissolve into a fit of giggles, marvelling at the way Jungkook’s familiar flirtatious bantering can soothe your troubled heart at once. It’s almost as if time hasn’t lapsed between the two of you.

“I’ve missed this,” You sigh. “I’ve missed you, Jungkook.”

You spot him smiling before he’s kissing you again, this time his tongue slipping past your parted lips to meet yours midway. The piercing is strange to adjust to, but you get used to it quickly, humming at the feeling of it against the soft flesh of your tongue. It’s easy to get lost in one another’s lips as you pull and tug at Jungkook, guiding him to your bedroom, nearly tripping and stumbling over one another in the process. He knows the path like the back of his hand, the same way he knows every curve and dimple of your body as his greedy hands explore you. He has you sprawled out beneath him on the bed in a matter of seconds, carelessly shedding each other of your clothes until you’re left naked and he’s without a shirt.

As he’s tugging off the hoodie you’re wearing, he realizes two things abruptly. One: you’re not wearing anything beneath it, your bare body dazzling him at once. And, two: a sudden thought jogs his memory that makes him ponder aloud, “Is this my sweater?”

“Yes,” You admit sheepishly.

He smirks. “Was wondering where it went.”

“You forgot to take it back when…” You don’t finish your sentence. Instead, you tug your fingers at the hair at the nape of his neck, as if scared he’ll leave again. He doesn’t. Instead, he nestles his body between your legs, tonguing patterns on your neck. “I wear it sometimes, especially when I’m missing you. I don’t know… It just━ It still smells like you, even after all this time.”

Jungkook’s heart nearly implodes. He wonders briefly if he’d prefer fucking you without or with the hoodie; but then he’s letting himself time to study your naked body and he deduces he needs to gaze at you in your entirety a little longer.

“Keep talking,” he murmurs. He starts kissing down your body now, starting from your throat to your collarbones, between the valley of your breasts, then your navel. “Tell me more. How badly did you miss me?”

“So badly,” You whimper. Your legs instinctively part to make way for him as he shifts downward, kissing just above your core. A shudder runs down your spine when he kisses the inside of your thigh. “Sometimes I’d put your sweater on and touch myself to the thought of you.”

He grunts against you, teeth softly biting at your flesh. His tongue pokes against your thigh, the metallic piercing a dully cold sensation as he licks upward to your core. He laps at your folds, as if to taste the glistening cum that starts to form.

Your breath audibly hitches in your throat, hips jutting forward to meet his mouth. “I missed your hands, and the way they made me feel. Missed your mouth between my legs. Missed cumming on your tongue, or your fingers.”

Now, you’re starting to understand what he meant by waiting for the right moment to use the piercing to its fullest potential. As he lifts his head higher to tongue at your clit, the piercing makes your head spin. The contrast between his soft tongue and the harsh metal works wonders against you, rubbing you just the right way that has you a moaning mess beneath him within a matter of seconds.

“Fuck━” You cry out, hands twisting in his hair. “My hands never feel the same. You always made me feel so good, Jungkook.”

He hums something in response, the sound reverberating up your spine. He busies himself by replacing his tongue with his finger, rubbing small, controlled circles against your clit as he lowers his mouth to your folds. He teases the piercing against the sensitive flesh before lapping at your insides, burrowing further into you.

“Ooh, Jungkook━”

The noise that eclipses your throat is a piqued sob of delight. The piercing that scratches against your walls has your insides throbbing, body twisting and turning beneath him. You grab at your breasts, fingers pinching at the perked buds as you imagine Jungkook’s hands in replace of yours.

His mouth wraps just right around you and he sucks hard, earning a beautiful moan from you. It doesn’t take long for you to draw closer to your high, sputtering and whimpering at every action he does. Soon he’s burrowing his face even closer against your core, nose nudging against your clit in a way that makes you writhe and squirm. Before he can get carried away (and he certainly could), Jungkook decides to come to a stop which seems to thoroughly surprise and upset you. When you feel his missing warmth between your legs and the sticky wet mess accentuated further by the cool air that hits you, you pout like a child.

“That’s not fair,” you whine.

“Sorry, baby. Need to feel you.” He pulls away from you and crawls over your body once more. He kisses your lips, sloppy and heated, and lets you taste your own succulence on your tongue. “God, I need to feel you so bad.”

You’re just as much startled as you were seconds ago to hear the slight whine in his voice, a sound hot enough to almost push you over the edge.

“I’ve missed you too, just so you know,” he moans, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers continue to scratch delicately at his scalp and he simpers delightfully against you. He ruts his hips eagerly against yours, the bulge in his pants rough against your core. “So fucking much.”

“How much?” Now it’s your turn to ask, your curiosity getting the best of you once you find your voice.

“Every day,” he sighs as he continues to grind his hips into yours. “Get so hard at the thought of you. Your pretty mouth moaning my name. Your hands in my hair, just like this━” You pull a little tighter at the roots of his locks, and he has to stifle his contented moan. “And your body━ Fuck, your body. You take my dick so well, baby.”

“Jungkook,” You mewl impatiently. “Wanna feel you in me.”

“Fuck, okay. Okay━”

He hastens to rid himself of his pants and you help, arms momentarily tangling with one another in your rush. Then he’s kneeling before you, one hand planted firmly on your hip, rings digging roughly against your skin, as his other hand wraps a fist around his hard length, slowly pumping himself. He guides the tip of his leaking cock to your core and pushes himself forward carefully. He easily slips past your folds, coaxed by your slick walls, that he has to pause to give you both time to adjust to the feeling. It’s just as he remembered, though somehow better, and he isn’t so sure how long he’ll last. You don’t know either, marvelling in the way he stretches you open.

“Oh, shit,” he grunts.

He watches as your jaw drops open in a silent gap, your eyes fixed only on his. You grab at his hips, fingers scratching delicately over the laurel tattoos inked there, prompting him to move. He does so in one languid movement, burying deeper and deeper into you until you feel so full and he feels so warm. He fucks into you a little sluggish at first, taking his time and enjoying the way your clenching walls feel around his throbbing cock. It’s a pace so maddening that it soon has the both of you panting, heavy moans filling the space around you. Your own fingers dig into his shoulders, his back, his hips ━ anything to keep a hold on reality as you slowly lose yourself to the pleasure. He reaches for one of your hands, eager to feel you in more ways than one, and laces his digits with yours, pressing your clasped palms above your head. You squeeze tightly, his name falling from your lips in a cry.

“Doing so good,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. “Feel so nice, baby.”

Jungkook grasps at your hips and flips the two of you over. He lands on his back on the soft mattress and you fumble to not break the pace. Firmly planting your hands on his chest, you grind against him, sweat coating your forehead. He watches you with a dark fascination, brows screwed together and jaw clenched as your own cum starts leaking down his length. Not wanting to waste another moment without being beside you, he sits up and shifts you in his lap. Then he pulls you close to him, chest pulled flush against chest to the point where he can feel the rapid beat of your heart against his. You whimper aloud, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as he guides your hips back and forth on him. There’s little to no space between your gyrating bodies, sweaty skin sticking to one another.

At some point, Jungkook notices you’re crying again, steady tears tangling in your lashes and wetting your face. Despite the way you’re driving him to near euphoria, he brushes your hair out of your face and manages to ask, “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m sorry━ fuck,” You gasp. He can tell you’re genuinely sympathetic for whatever’s making you cry but it’s hard for you to convey it properly when you’re still so consumed by him. “I’m so sorry━ I’m okay. I just━ You feel so good, Jungkook.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers, rubbing tender circles against your waist that contrasts with the fierce burn between your legs. “You’re okay, baby. Doing so well for me, aren’t you? Cum for me, yeah?”

You won’t tell him why you’re crying ━ not yet, at least. But Jungkook thinks he knows why; he can feel it too. The bitter sense of longing and mingling regret for all the time lost. The overwhelming feeling of love of finally being reunited. You continue to roll your hips against his, and he, breathless, rubs his nose faintly against yours, resting his forehead against yours.

It doesn’t take much longer after that for you to come tumbling to you high. He strokes your hair so lovingly as you ride him recklessly, leisure rolls of your hips driving you to your high. When you cum, the feeling completely washes over you and electricity crackles in your veins, warming your entire body. He holds you close to his chest the entire time as you writhe with pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna━” His voice splinters off as you busy yourself by sucking a bruise onto the underside of his jaw.

He reaches his high moments later just as you’re beginning to wince at the feeling of oversensitivity. He grunts and groans, spilling his hot seed into you, and then, with his hips slammed against yours, grinds leisurely to ride out your highs.

Then, the room falls silent.

Neither of you move from your warm embrace, with you still perched on his lap, his cock softening inside you as his cum runs down his length and onto your thighs. Your face is hidden in the crook of his neck, and he waits until you’ve both calmed down from your orgasms. You’re running your fingers through his sweaty hair, but he knows you’re still sad. He kisses you all over in the meantime, a few ticklish kisses that make you smile sleepily and a few loving ones that have your heart swelling. Then, he gingerly shifts your head to look at him.

“Why were you crying?” he asks silently.

It takes you a moment to respond. You cling to him tightly when you do and all he can do is cradle you closer to him. “I don’t want this to be some kind of drunken one night stand thing. Like we both needed one last fuck to get over each other, or something."

“You mean more to me than a one night stand,” Jungkook says and it makes you smile smally, a little timidly.

“That’s good,” You say, “because I’m not over you or us. I want us to work out. I love you too much to lose you again, and I’m scared this might be the last time I’ll ever see you.”

“I’m not letting that happen,” Jungkook shakes his head furiously. “I’d be an absolute idiot to let that happen. You won’t lose me. I’m not going anywhere this time. You’re my priority, Y/N. You always have been. Not the band and definitely not the record label.”

“I’m sure the boys will love to hear that,” You snort to yourself.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure they’ll understand,” Jungkook grins. But you’re only joking, and you know he sort of is too. That’s not to say the band isn’t still important to him, but you take precedent over it. “Without you, I wouldn’t even have the chance to be where I am now.”

You nuzzle your nose against his own, and he steals one sweet kiss from you.

“Do you really mean all that?”

“With my whole heart.”

And, when he says it, you know he means it. There’s no reason not to trust him.

You’ll both move eventually from one another’s arms, soft touches from Jungkook peeling you off of him and wrapping you in your covers before falling asleep beside you, and waking up in the morning with you in his arms. But, for now, it’s just you and him, a little broken still yet all the more in love.

While you both know healing a broken heart will take time, you’re both prepared for it because you’re both worth it to one another ━ and that’s all either of you really need in the end to make it right.

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ღ pairing: criminal!yoongi x lawyer!reader

ღ genre: 18+ / gangster au, ex-lover au, angst, smut

ღ word count: 3.6k

ღ summary: In an effort to reach new heights in your career as a lawyer, you have to present your criminal ex-lover in court. This doesn't only bring up old memories, but also new feelings.

ღ warnings: a lot of switching between past and present, i do not know the law, degrading, dirty talk, nipple play, spit, mentions of theft, mentions of gang violence, cursing

ღ A/N: this was supposed to be my birthday present in 2020 for Phia @meowxyoong, I hope you can still enjoy it, although it's very late!

A big thank you to Beezy @hobeemin for beta-reading this for me!

part one | part two [coming soon] | masterlist

The room was empty; his voice almost echoed from the walls. There was only a table, two chairs, and a lamp. The mirror on the wall obviously hid the officers behind; let them watch the interrogation with narrowed eyes.

The two men stared into each other’s faces, lips unmoving, and the policeman huffed out through his clumpy nose. His skin was uncared for, pores wide and visible even without coming much too close. “You will not leave this room until you give me what I’m asking for.”

His voice was full of anger, and he wasn’t good at hiding the temper that steadily rose inside his chest. Instead of the clean poker face, he pulled his eyebrows down together; his skin turned red.

“I won’t tell you shit.”

His calm voice made a vein bulge on the police officer’s forehead. He clamped his hands down on the table’s edge; it looked like he’d throw it over in his rage. But the door slammed open.

It took both men’s full attention to the intruding light from the hallway of the police station and the long shadow that flew into the room. Long legs in an expensive costume, brown with cremé thin stripes met with a tucked-in white, silk shirt and a jacket matched to the pants. You looked as fierce and stunning as you knew you always did, and the faces in the room only proved this.

“And he has every right to do so. How dare you question my client without his lawyer present? This is illegal, Officer Chops.” Your voice dripped with anger, but your face didn’t show it. You looked casual, stance confident in the doorway, and your hands loosely crossed over your chest.

Chops visibly swallowed the dread down his throat, removed his hands from the table and stepped back. “Miss ‘I am the law’! How good of you to join, I was just about to notify you of your client robbing a store. Third time this week!”

Your client scoffed, rolled his eyes. His figure was slumped in the uncomfortable chair and his gaze turned away from your criticizing, burning look. “It was just an outlet, the jewels weren’t even that expensive,” he murmured.

“I’d like to have a moment in private with my client please,” you announced. Stern face, you turned towards the mirror and clarified, “under four eyes, no audience. Unless you want me to inform the police commissioner that the officers in this station interrogate suspects without a lawyer present?”

The policeman excused himself and assured you everyone else would leave too. The door closed on his way out and immediately, you turned back to your client.

“Min Yoongi,” you said. “What are you up to that you have to distract the local police department so much with simple shoplifting this week?”

He seemed to have not expected you to see through his actions this quickly. Whipping his head around, he stared at you and scoffed. “You’re supposed to get me out of shit, not get into my shit. Keep your pretty little head busy with your paragraphs ‘n stuff.”

You stepped between him and the table, leaned back on the edge of it to look down at Yoongi’s lazy eyes. “To get you out of shit, I’d need to know what you’re doing.”

Yoongi sat up a little, looked your frame over before he grinned. He lifted his hand to slide your button off; your jacket moved back from your stomach slightly. “It’s none of your concern. You already know I wouldn’t be getting caught stealing jewelry this easily. Not three times a week.” He murmured while he moved to tuck your shirt out of your pants, but you smacked his fingers off.

Yoongi laughed with pauses, his shoulders shaking, and he looked up through his lashes. “This is a part of something bigger, but don’t get it twisted. I won’t get caught doing that either.”

His voice was low, almost a purr, and he pulled your jacket towards him to make you stand up from the table’s edge. “Now just get me out of here, Miss ‘I am the law’.”

Pulling down the corners of your mouth, you only scolded, “don’t call me that.” You pulled your jacket from his grip to close the button again and walked towards the door. “God, I wish Seokjin would’ve never put me on your case.”

four months ago

The morning was awful; the alarm on your phone went off late, you got stuck in a traffic jam, and your coffee was horrible. You stormed into the law office with the worst grimace you’ve ever pulled and tossed the coffee into the bin.

“Someone brought the sunshine in, I see,” the mocking tone of your boss appeared from behind you. You turned around to see Seokjin lean in the doorway, hands hidden in the pockets of his fitted suit pants. “Who pissed in your cereal, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, huffed, and turned back around to the coffee machine in the small kitchen. The hope for a better coffee this morning was high, and if it turned out horrible, you would consider flying to Pluto to reside there.

“Leave it. I’m not in the mood. I had a shitty morning, and your sarcasm certainly does not help.” Some might say the way you were speaking to your superior was disrespectful, but the dynamic between you two was always like this.

“See, I was hoping I would actually lighten the mood. Got a big case for you.” With a glance at him, you saw his hitched eyebrow. The idea of a big case did intrigue you, but the coffee was your priority as of right now.

“Just come to my office when you got that first coffee in.”

You waved him off and gave the coffee machine your full attention. It should be steaming and filling your cup at this point but it just didn’t want to cooperate. With a huff, you put your mug back into the tall cabinet.

“Somebody fix that damn machine!” You shouted through the office. Steam was practically coming out of your ears as you stormed away.

After you started collecting your files and preparing your workspace for the rest of the day, you decided to finally speak to Seokjin. You were pretty curious about that big case he mentioned and happy that he was willing to give you a new opportunity to prove your skills.

You knocked and after he signaled you to enter, you opened the door to his office with a big grin. “So,” you let the word hang in the air as you took a seat in front of his desk. “Wanna tell me about that case you got?”

Seokjin’s grin was equally as wide as yours, but he carried a hint of evil with it.

As soon as he dropped the name of the client, your happy expression fell. “Absolutely not.” You sounded final, standing up to leave the room.

But Seokjin knew he had power over you in this situation. He carried the confidence in him when he pushed himself up with his hands on his heavy wood table.

“If you win this case, you could earn the title of the best lawyer in South Korea.” His voice sounded stern when he cut himself off. “Scratch that, you will earn the title of the best lawyer of the entirety of Asia. That’s how big this case is.”

“Seokjin, I don’t know if you’ve suddenly fallen ill, maybe with amnesia. But I will certainly die before I work with that prick.” Once again certain that the conversation was over, you turned around and already gripped the door handle.

“He’s part of the biggest crime organization in the eastern hemisphere! I trust you to be capable of defending him, getting him a ‘not guilty’ in the courtroom. Do you not realize how big of an opportunity this is?”

You huffed, faced Seokjin’s shocked expression and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Exactly,” you nodded. “He’s part of the biggest crime organization in the eastern hemisphere. This is why I didn’t want anything to do with him anymore!” You couldn’t believe that Seokjin had no empathy for your situation. Was he really expecting you to defend a clearly guilty man? He was insane, thinking you would ever agree to this.

A knock on the door behind you stopped your boss from responding, and right when you stepped away from the door, a head full of hair popped in.

“I’m sorry to disturb your conversation, but,” the apprentice cleared his throat and stepped in fully. “Miss Y/N, I made you coffee. The machine is intact; you didn’t fill up the water before you wanted to make a cup of coffee.” He seemed ashamed of your incapableness, rubbed his ear, and looked down to his feet.

“Ah,” you concluded. “Well, thank you, Jungkook. That’s very,” you paused. “Very nice of you.” It was his job, really. But you didn’t want to come off rude after he just outed your failure at making a simple brew.

“I can’t help but be curious, pardon me. Who is this important client that everyone seems to know about?” Jungkook was red in the face; it seemed to have taken his whole strength to ask this question. As the youngest in the office, often he wouldn’t be included in information, and asking for it could seem disrespectful or like he was snooping around.

Instead of regarding him with an answer, you swirled around to Seokjin. “Everyone already knows about this?” You asked with obvious shock in your voice and expression.

“I expected you to pounce on this case, which is why I took the liberty of telling a few coworkers about your future success. I apologize.” He said with a straight face. Then, looking at Jungkook, he carried a light smile on his full lips. “You’re not at all in a place to apologize. The whole office talks about it, why not tell you? Y/N, willing to tell the apprentice who you will defend from now on?”

Seokjin had you in a vice-like grip with this. Starting a discussion with him in front of Jungkook would throw you into a bad light, and you didn’t want to be a bad influence on an apprentice. Your boss got what he wanted and now you would have to accept the case. Besides, your ego was way too big to let anyone else take over the possibly biggest case in the history of this office. That includes, bigger than the case that got you in the position of calling yourself one of the top five best lawyers in the country.

He was right, you were the only one besides Seokjin himself to be competent enough to get the client out with the verdict ‘not guilty’.

With a deep sigh, you faced Jungkook again, who watched you with big eyes until you dropped, quite literally, the bomb. “Min Yoongi. He’s the client. I’ll have to defend Min Yoongi.”

Present day

You sat in your office until late, worrying over the case. Defending Min Yoongi wasn’t ever going to be easy; most people knew that he was guilty. Proving to anyone that a member of a gang, well known for his criminal record, wasn’t guilty in any case was impossible for most.

Except for you, you figured. Just last week one of his first trials began, and you started out strong, giving the judge and the jury court the impression of an innocent man being inculpated without reason.

The courtroom was packed on the first day, opened for the public, including the media. With such a big case, most of Korea's citizens are interested in the verdict about the criminal Min Yoongi.

The pressure of your most competed with lawyer, Jung Soojin, was also very present with her eyes burning holes into the back of your head. After court was closed for the day, she took the liberty of waiting for you.

“It’s improbable that you’d be able to keep Mr. Min out of prison,” she taunted. “You’re not good enough of a lawyer. Better give the case to someone capable of representing him.”

You sighed, wishing her a good day, and left the courtroom with your client in tow. In a calm tone, you advised him to stay inside until the next court day. You already knew that he wouldn’t follow the advice, but your hope would die last.

“Have a good night's rest, darling,” Yoongi murmured when you exited the building. “And if you need some assistance with that, you have my number.”

He winked, loosening his tie before he turned around to walk the other way you were going. The implication didn’t go unnoticed but was knowingly ignored, keeping your head busy for the whole evening you spent alone in the office. Working out the next few Court days was going to take the best of you.

three years ago

The apartment was dark, cars honked outside and a few drunk people yelled across the streets in front of the apartment complex. The only thing you could hear was the headboard thumping against the wall with every other thrust of Yoongi’s cock deep into you. Both your moans and heavy breaths blended together.

“Yoongi,” you gasped. He smacked your ass, leaned forwards to bite your shoulder. “Ah, Yoongi, please.” You were quiet, looked into his eyes from your position on his lap.

You smoothed your hips forwards and relished in the slow drag of his cock against your walls. Yoongi held you down with his hands grasping your cheeks and he pressed his hips up. “Yeah, you like that? Sitting on my cock and getting yourself off like that, hm, slut?”

You moaned, surging in to kiss him messy and with no coordination. He lapped it up, pulled on your meaty behind, and let go to slap his hand back down. The momentum pushed you towards him, pressed you more on his pelvis.

“Feel so good in me, Yoongi. So big, wanna feel you cum inside,” you whined. When you tugged his hair, he bit your bottom lip hard and pushed your hands off, guiding you to hold them behind your back.

“Only good girls get my cum. Do you deserve it, whore? Do you think such a dirty fucking bitch deserves my cock?” He hissed it, suddenly lifted you up by your hips, and made you squeal out. You sobbed for his cock and when he dropped you back down you started bouncing on it.

“Deserve your cock so much, been so good,” you said deliriously. He pushed into you and pulled you up with his strong grip on you and sat up. Yoongi took one of your bouncing breasts in his grip while he held your hips and helped you keep up the rhythm still. With teeth on your nipple, he sucked and glared up at you. “Mmn, Yoongi. Please, make me fucking cum, I want it so bad. Make me cum, ruin me, please.”

The pitch in your voice grew higher and your voice lost in tone; you sounded like you were about to break down and his head stroking your spot with every pulling out made you fall forward. With your movement, he couldn’t keep your breast between his lips and he moved, gripping your throat with his hand and squeezing.

“If you really want to, just fucking cum already. Come on, wet my cock with your tiny, useless pussy. Break down, slut. Cry,” he sneered, holding you up by your throat and you looked at him almost cross-eyed.

When tears started to form at the corners of your eyes you opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out and your hips stuttered forwards. You lifted up from Yoongi’s dick a little before he pushed you down again, removed his hand from your throat to let you get air and elongated your orgasm with the euphoric feeling.

You sagged, breath heavy and your body sweaty overall. “You’re not done yet, dumb whore. Begging for my cum and then not getting your prize?”

Eager to satisfy, you started rolling your hips and concentrated on what you knew made him feel good. You gave him space to lick your nipple before he made you lean back more and he could spit on where your pussy moved over his shaft. “Good fucking slut, now work for it,” he murmured, held your face to come close and kissed you sloppily while you worked towards his orgasm.

Once he started grunting again, you knew he was close and with the right pace, he shut his eyes and held you close to his chest. He moaned in your ear when you felt his dick spurt inside you, filling you with his warm cum before it drizzled out around him. Exhausted, you both stayed quiet and lapped up the comfort of each other.

When Yoongi settled, he checked up on you. “Let me get you cleaned up before you drift off, baby.”

You gave him a tired smile while he rubbed a wet cloth across your sweaty skin before he cleaned off his seed and made sure the sheets weren’t dirty underneath you. He climbed into bed next to you after he cleaned himself and sighed.

“I missed being with you like this,” Yoongi whispered in the darkened room. “Work got me so busy, I missed my perfect little princess.”

You giggled breathlessly before you turned on your side and looked up at his face that was illuminated by the moonlight through your window.

“Now you’re here, ‘s all that matters.”

Present day

“When Seokjin gave me this case, I already swore to him I’d cut his balls off, but today,” you shout. “Today, he really went overboard.”

The morning in the office started out with you planning the murder of Kim Seokjin. Not without reason, of course. He not only signed out of the office for the rest of the week, but left behind the biggest tower of files for you to work on. A note accompanied the paperwork, clumsy handwriting saying, “wish you the best of luck with this, Yoongi called btw so call him back! xo” and a little heart next to it.

Currently, you were crumbling this note and pretending to try to eat it, only to throw it into the bin next to your desk. Your favorite colleague, who was also Seokjin’s beloved boyfriend, leaned on your office wall and smiled at your antics.

“Namjoon, I really can’t deal with him any longer. Why did he call out of the office if it wasn’t even for you?” You threw your head on the table, “it’s literally only to make me go insane.”

Namjoon chuckled into his fist and watched as you threw your head back only to look down on your lap again. “Your suffering brings him joy; we all know that,” he said.

You shook your head as you started to sort the files into smaller stacks, making it easier to overlook all the work that was ahead of you.

“Seokjin only did me a favor by putting you on the case; you know that.” He murmured this quietly, his guilt clear to pick up. He’s been struggling with admitting to his role in this situation, you were aware of it.

You shook your head, ready to defend him. “Stop making yourself feel bad about this. You only did an old friend a favor; you know that, I know it too. I’m not mad at you, Joonie.”

He sighed, looking down at his feet, shuffling the dust on the floor around. “Me asking Jin to put you on the case, just because Yoongi wanted me to, was insensitive. And that’s a fact.”

You knew that fighting his words wouldn’t get you anywhere, so you only looked at him with a pout, before you faced the work at hand again.

You knew Namjoon well, well before he started working at this office, even before he knew Seokjin. You met through Yoongi, Namjoon overlooked his finances.

During the time that you were with Yoongi, you obviously didn’t know that, having been fooled into believing that Yoongi was just an ordinary IT nerd. Namjoon frequented social gatherings and became your friend and ally in tough times. When all shit went loose, you helped him out of there and got him a secure job at your office, automatically introducing him to the love of his life.

When you look at him, you see your best friend, not someone who played into your ex’s games. Yoongi only used his connection to Namjoon to get close to you again, but that didn’t mean you’d be mad at your friend.

Right when you wanted to start up a different conversation, Namjoon discovered Jungkook standing next to your door. “I think we have a spy on our hands,” he joked.

The culprit stepped forwards, an innocent smile on his lips. You tsked, wiggling your finger in front of you. “You’re not being paid to listen to our gossip, Jungkook.” Your tone was stern but your smile showed that it wasn’t serious.

“I’m not getting paid at all, actually.” His response was delivered dry and he stepped away, giggling.

Astonished, both of you chuckled. With an excuse to go back to his own work, Namjoon waved and said a meek “I’m still sorry, though.”

You could only shake your head. He wasn’t at all at fault. In the end, you could’ve expected Yoongi to find a way to get close to you again.

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sopeverse · 4 years

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bts reaction: bulging kink

genre: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, slight size kink, just some bangtan cock peaking out against your stomach as they fuck you

KIM SEOKJIN

Jin held your hips in a bruising grip, cock buried deep inside your heat as you arched into his body, pressing your bare chest against his own. His hungry eyes remained fixed to your belly, watching the outline of his dick appear against your skin with each desperate thrust of his length. His thumb gently traced the protruding bulge, cock throbbing against your walls while small, needy whimpers left your lips from the pressure he was applying to your stomach, causing you to tremble under his touch.

“Am I too big for you honey?”

MIN YOONGI

Yoongi raised his hips to meet the pace of your own, cock brushing past your dripping folds before filling you to the brim while you moaned greedily on top of him. His darkened eyes raked over your fucked out form, tracing over the slight bulge jutting out against your belly, a groan leaving his kiss-bruised mouth as he realised it was the contours of his dick pressed into you. He flattened his large palm onto the bump, gazing in satisfaction as you withered in his hold, clenching tightly around his cock while breathless begs left your parted lips.

“Fuck that’s hot.”

JUNG HOSEOK

Hoseok groaned against your mouth once his length slipped into your oozing cunt, burying every inch of his aching cock inside your pussy. He left hot open-mouthed kisses against your warm skin, savouring the sounds of your whimpers as his hands traced your figure, stilling when he felt a large protrusion on your stomach. He detached his lips from you, ignoring your needy whines once his eyes made contact with the bump that poked out against your skin. He felt himself harden inside of you at the sight of his thickness filling you up, eyes staying trained on your stomach as he continued to fuck up into you.

“You’re so tiny, taking me so well.”

KIM NAMJOON

Namjoon’s fingers gripped onto the skin of your thighs, his gaze not once leaving your clit as he watched his length brush past your pussy with each push of his hips. You whimpered into his neck, holding tightly onto him as he filled you up with his fat cock, arching into his chest once he throbbed deep inside you. Choked moans left your lips from the sudden sensation of his hand pressing down on your stomach, ensuring that you felt every inch and vein of his dick. His long fingers trailed over the bulge jutting out against you, stroking the skin as buried your face in his hair, sobbing while he continued to cruelly overstimulate your cunt.

“You like it when I fill you up like this huh?”

PARK JIMIN

Jimin teased your clit with his long digits while his cock stayed stilled inside your sensitive pussy, ignoring your pitiful begs with a certain smug glint in his dark eyes. He hovered above your breathless form, dark gaze roaming your nude figure before halting on your stomach, his arousal seeping out of his cock and into your womb once he noticed the bump that peeked out against your skin. His length throbbed deep inside you at the sight, thumb gently stroking your stomach before pressing down hard on the bugle, grinning cruelly as choked moans left your wet lips.

“You’re such a pretty doll for me.”

KIM TAEHYUNG

Taehyung fucked your tight hole hard and fast, roughly abusing your cunt with his thickness as you clenched around him, milking him dry. His sticky cum leaked out of your pussy, seeping down the skin of your thigh before he stilled inside of you, dark eyes trained solely on your belly. He breathed heavily against you, his large palm applying pressure against your stomach, hungrily staring as you withered against his touch. He groaned at the sight of your fucked out expression, hair fanned out beneath you and parted lips with the contours of his dick straining against you. He thought you never looked more beautiful.

“Tell me how it feels sweetheart, taking my big cock so well.”

JEON JUNGKOOK

Jungkook threw his head back against the pillows, choked groans leaving his lips as you continued to bounce on his needy cock. His hands held a tight grip on your hips, ceasing your movements and keeping you fully seated on his length, observing the dent that protruded against the skin of your stomach. You felt him pulsate against your folds, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix. His hips raised to meet your own, eyes trained on the indent of his cock each time he slipped into your wet cunt, your liquids trailing onto his thigh as he used your body.

“You’re so pretty baby, tell me how much you love my cock.”

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jjungkookislife · 3 years

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Nine Months

↬ pairing: maknae line x f. reader

↬ genre: parents to be au, established relationship au, smut [18+]

↬ summary: Nearing the end of your pregnancy, Jungkook finds it nearly impossible to keep his eyes off you. When Taehyung notices, he invites him into your bed... along with Jimin.

↬ wc: 5.7k

↬ warnings: cursing, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, mention of past poly!relationship (vminkook x reader), pet names, marking (hickeys), fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), voyeurism, m. masturbation, spanking, cock slapping, gagging, choking, creampies, degradation, overstimulation, light cumplay

↬ date: December 30, 2020

Jungkook couldn’t help but stare, his eyes fixated on the curve of your stomach. His body grew hot, almost stifling, as his tongue peeked from between his lips to moisten them, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

You were oblivious to his face, one hand on your lower back and the other on your stomach as you paced back and forth in the kitchen, waiting for Taehyung to come home from a business meeting. You were due any day now, you’d actually gone past your due date. All the boys were on high alert and Taehyung had forbidden you to be alone at home in case you went into labor or needed medical attention.

Today, you were under Jungkook’s watchful eyes, his smoldering gaze going unnoticed by you. By now, your pacing had caused you to sweat slightly, so you went over to your birthing ball and sat on it. You held your phone in your hands, slowly bouncing on the ball as you scrolled through your socials.

Jungkook felt like he couldn’t breathe. His eyes were wide, his throat was dry and all he could focus on was the way your breasts bounced, barely contained by the fabric of the baggy shirt you had stolen from him. Lately, you had gone around the apartment, stealing his oversized shirts along with Taehyung’s, foregoing bras and bottoms altogether for the sake of being comfortable. Not that any of them minded.

He wondered if your tits would pop out of the shirt if you bounced any harder. He was unable to look away as you placed your phone on the coffee table, placing your hands on your knees as you bounced. You could feel the heavy weight of your chest as you moved, soft whimpers escaping your lips as you rolled your head forward and back.

Jungkook could feel his jeans tightening, his cock hardening as he watched the gray shirt stretch across your chest, your nipples poking through. This is how it ends, Jungkook thought as he wriggles in his seat on the couch, rubbing the sweat off his hands on his pants. He gulps, hoping Taehyung will get home soon so he can run off to his bedroom and get himself off.

As if by some magical occurrence, Taehyung walks through the door minutes later, a bright smile on his face as his eyes land on his beautiful girlfriend.

“Tae!” You greet him, bouncing faster and higher. Taehyung can’t help but stare at the way your breasts bounce, almost spilling out of your top. Taehyung bites his lip, suddenly feeling aroused as he sees you continuing to bounce on the ball, remembering how you were just bouncing on his cock earlier this morning before his meeting.

“Hey, baby. How are my girls?” Taehyung asks as he crosses the living room, walking past Jungkook to kneel in front of you. His hands replace yours on your knees, halting your bouncing for a moment as his hands roam up your body to cradle your belly in his large hands.

“We’re doing okay, Tae.” You assure him as he places kisses on your stomach, his hands then grabbing the hem of your shirt to pull it upward so your stomach is exposed.

Jungkook shuts his eyes, cursing in his head as he feels his jeans constricting. He feels like he’s going to combust if he opens his eyes to look at you. He’s thankful that you and Taehyung are lost in your own world to pay him any attention.

“Fuck, your boobs look massive! I’m surprised they haven’t spilled out of your shirt yet, although I certainly wouldn’t mind if they did.” Taehyung licks his lips, his hands gently cupping your breasts, he’s not surprised to see you’re not wearing a bra, but he’s surprised to see the gray material grow darker.

Jungkook peers an eye open and then the other, his eyes landing on your shirt where it’s grown darker. He furrows his brows, confused as to how that could have happened when it had all been the same shade just moments ago.

“Shit,” Taehyung’s voice is deep, sultry as he runs his fingers over your shirt on the wet spot.

You blink once, twice before looking down at your shirt, your eyes widening when you see you’ve started leaking again.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll go clean up.”

“No!” You’re shocked by both Taehyung and Jungkook’s shouts.

Taehyung turns to look at his younger friend, whose cheeks have turned cardinal as he fidgets in his seat under his elder’s gaze.

“Looks like Jungkook is a fan as well,” Taehyung smirked deviously, his gaze firmly planted on his junior as he pulls your top over your breasts.

You watch your boyfriend as he exhales profoundly, his eyes riddled with lust as he sees the small beads of milk roll down the curvature of your belly. Taehyung growls, his chest rumbling as he carefully takes your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing it. He’s delighted to see a few more drops spill, his head leaning forward as he sticks his tongue out to capture the droplets.

Jungkook’s frozen solid, his hands gripping his jeans so hard his knuckles have gone white. His breathing has grown heavier, ragged as he watches Taehyung from his spot, wishing it was him in Taehyung’s place. He swallows thickly, nibbling on his bottom lip for a moment as he feels his cock straining against his boxers, aching to be released. He slouches forward, sitting with his legs spread open to help ease his erection, but it does little to help.

Taehyung moans, his eyes fluttering shut, his lashes resting on his cheeks as he savors the taste. You watch him, your hand coming to stroke his hair gently as you feel his tongue lick at your breast. You feel hot, your thighs aching to clench together to soothe the need between them, but your boyfriend keeps you from getting the relief you crave. He’s too occupied by this new revelation to notice the way your breathing has changed, to see the way your eyes have filled with lust as you watch him tentatively squeeze your full breast. He’s amazed at the way more milk dribbles out slowly, a deep moan filling the air as he licks it up.

Finally, Taehyung sits back, drawing his attention toward his friend who has been watching this go down. With a salacious smile, Taehyung raises his index finger, using it to call Jungkook to join the two of you.

“Jungkook, come get a taste.” Jungkook’s deep brown eyes widen, his saliva getting caught in his throat, making him choke for a moment. Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head at the boy before telling him to come over.

Jungkook rises from his seat slowly, nervously crossing the short distance to fall to his knees beside his best friend, the father of your baby. Taehyung places his hand on his back, rubbing it in soothing circles before he scoots to the side, making you spread your legs further. Taehyung grips your hips, making sure you don’t lose your balance.

“Don’t be scared,” you giggle, reaching down to cup your breast and offer it to Jungkook. He hesitates, turning to look at his friend. Taehyung nods encouragingly, slightly pushing him forward. Jungkook wets his lips with his tongue, exhaling before he timidly sticks his tongue out to allow the few droplets that have formed to fall on his tongue. He moans as they hit his taste buds, his head tilting back, exposing his gorgeous neck as he swallows gratefully. You taste delicious, he knew you would, and it seems surreal that he’s gotten a taste of you.

“Delicious, right?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook opens his eyes. He looks drunk with lust as he nods through his daze. Taehyung chuckles, shaking his head as he pulls your shirt back into place before he has Jungkook stand behind you as he rises. Taehyung helps you get off the ball, Jungkook’s hovering behind you in case you stumble so he can catch you.

Taehyung takes one of your hands, Jungkook taking the other as they lead you down the hall toward the bedroom you and Taehyung share. Jungkook can feel the butterflies in his stomach, and although he’s been with you before, he still gets nervous around you.

Taehyung has Jungkook help you onto the bed, making sure you’re comfortable before he gets on the bed. Jungkook is on his knees, his palms on his jeans as he watches you for a moment.

“Kiss her, Jungkook. She’s not going to break.” Taehyung says, his hands pulling his shirt upward and off his body to toss to the side as he sits behind you with his legs on either side of you.

Jungkook blushes, moving forward to caress your cheek. Taehyung kisses your cheek before whispering, “It looks like Jungkook is a fan of your milk filled tits too. Wouldn’t he look hot drinking from them again?”

You moan in response, spreading your legs further apart as Taehyung slips his hand into your wet panties. The shirt you’re wearing soaked through with milk. Your nipples pebbled and poking through the shirt.

“Jungkook?” Taehyung calls, making his eyes widen. “Don’t be shy, Jungkook. We know you find her attractive,” Taehyung smirks as he lifts the shirt to rest over your round stomach.

Jungkook is breathless, eyes wide and cock throbbing in the confines of his pants as he stares in awe of you. Despite having his lips around your breast earlier, seeing you again left him star struck. He gulps, looking from your tits to your eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer in response as you take his shaky hand and place it on your breast. Jungkook sighs in relief as he feels your skin underneath his palm. Taehyung watches on intently from behind you as Jungkook adjusts himself on his knees, gently caressing your full breasts.

“She’s not made of glass, Kookie. You can touch her like normal… although her nipples are more sensitive, she'll tell you when to stop,” Taehyung informs him, and Jungkook is thankful for the information. He swallows thickly, nodding as he cups your breasts, his thumbs brushing your pert nipples.

“Can I?” Jungkook asks softly, licking his lips as he stares blatantly at your tits. You giggle, nodding as Taehyung pushes your hair to the side, planting kisses on the column of your throat as his hands rest on your thighs.

“Tae,” you moan, your head resting on his shoulder seconds before Jungkook’s pretty lips wrap around your nipple, coaxing milk to fill his mouth.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans. The taste of your milk is intoxicating. He can’t seem to get enough as he switches breasts. Taehyung feels his cock throb, watching his best friend suckling your tits. He thinks about all those times the three of you had been a thing before you decided to call it quits, as you both became more serious about having your own baby.

“Fuck.” Jungkook curses again, reveling in the euphoria that consumes him. He wants you so fucking bad. He wants to bury his cock inside you once again, feel the warmth of your wet cunt wrapped around him as you milk him for all he’s worth.

The thought alone has his cock straining against his pants, his hand moving to unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper. The relief is minimal, but he’s too focused on licking up every droplet that flows from you to care.

Taehyung moves behind you, stripping down to his boxers before Jungkook does the same. Taehyung’s cautious hands pull the shirt off your body, tossing it to the side before Jungkook takes your panties off.

Jungkook cups your face, kissing you. You kiss him back, moaning when he tugs gently at your bottom lip, your hands lacing in his hair as Taehyung cups your tits, rolling the nipples between his fingers.

You don’t think you can experience more pleasure than this. You’re so aroused, you can feel your wetness coating every inch of you as Jungkook grips your thigh, his fingers slowly making their way to the apex of your thighs before he’s pushing two of them into you.

Taehyung kisses your neck, allowing Jungkook to kiss the other side as they both mark you. You moan, wanting more of them, not caring what they do as long as they’re touching you in some way or another.

“Please,” you plead as you grin Jungkook’s arm, making him push his fingers deeper into you. Jungkook’s eyes widen in panic, but you assure him you’re fine. He hesitates, looking at Taehyung, who nods in response.

“Let him eat you out,” Taehyung smirks. Jungkook blushes, but slots between your thighs as you lean back on Tae’s chest. Jungkook licks his lips, gripping your thighs before planting kisses on your inner thighs. You grip Taehyung’s hand, moving slightly so you can kiss him as you feel the first swipe of Kook’s tongue on your cunt.

“Jungkook!” You gasp, back arching. Taehyung chuckles as he kisses your cheek. Jungkook swells with pride as he dives back in, his tongue working wonders on your cunt.

“That’s it, Kook. Eat her cunt. You’ve missed eating her pussy, haven’t you? Show her just how much,” Tae smirks as you grip Kook’s inky locks tightly. You squirm beneath him, whining and moaning as his tongue laves at your clit. You’re a wet, dripping mess, but Jungkook is loving every second as he licks up every drop of your arousal. Your thighs quiver as he places them over his shoulders, his cock rutting into the mattress.

“Please.” you sob, feeling overly sensitive as your thighs tremble and you grip your boyfriend’s hand. “Ah! Jungkook!”

“Come on, love. Cum for him. Cum for Jungkook,” Taehyung encourages sweetly as he rolls your nipples between his fingers. He kisses your neck, watching you come undone.

“Fuck, Tae. Jungkook!” you cry out as you orgasm, but Jungkook doesn’t slow. His tongue and fingers work your cunt until you’re a fumbling, mumbling mess. You push him away from your cunt, making him chuckle as he kisses your cheek.

“Was that as good as you remember?”

“Better,” you answer honestly as you go lax in Tae’s arms. He kisses your temple, asking if you’d like to keep going. When you say yes, he gives you a wary look.

“I promise I’ll let you know if I need a break,” Taehyung hesitates, but trusts you to let him know when you need to rest.

Jungkook trails kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping at it before he’s kissing way back down your body. He’s on his knees between you, his eyes meeting Taehyung’s as he places his palms on your stomach.

Taehyung grins, his hand stroking Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook melts into his touch for a moment before kissing your belly and slinking down between your parted legs once again. You moan, loudly.

Jimin is glad to be home, he never cared too much for meetings but his agent had said this one was of the utmost importance. So ruefully, Jimin has been present.

Now, he was glad to be kicking his shoes off and loosening his tie as he made his way past the living room. He found it odd you and Jungkook weren’t there. Have you gone out? He wonders as he steps into the hallway.

He tried to be quiet as he walks past the bedroom, but seeing Jungkook in the room stops him.

Taehyung sees movement out of his peripheral, grinning before waving Jimin in; he gasps.

Jungkook’s buried between your thighs, your eyes shut and your head resting on Tae’s shoulder. Your fingers laced in Jungkook’s hair, moaning his name as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

“Why don’t you join us, Minnie?”

“I-I…”

“You what?” Taehyung asks as he squeezes your tits, milk slowly dribbling over your belly.

“Fuck,” Jimin rasps, his eyes following the milk.

“She tastes so sweet, hyung,” Jungkook groans in response.

Jimin climbs onto the bed, minding Jungkook as he ends up on your left side. His hands are hesitant as he touches you, caressing your face before you beg him to kiss you.

Taehyung can feel his cock throbbing in his boxers, aching to be released

You help Jimin out of his clothes, marveling at his body. Your hands trace every ridge of his abs before you have him kneeling in front of you so you can kiss his abs, your tongue tracing them before you cum on Jungkook’s tongue.

You push Jimin onto his back, kissing his lips down to his neck to his chest where you trace his ‘nevermind’ tattoo

You run your hands over his cock, confined in his jeans before you undo them. You suck marks on his pelvis, feeling Jungkook’s hands on your back before he pushes two fingers into your soaking wet cunt. You gasp, taking Jimin’s dick in your mouth. Spitting and slurping on his length.

Taehyung releases his cock, spitting in his hand before stroking it. His eyes on his two best friends fooling around with his pregnant girlfriend

Jungkook rubs her arousal on his cock, grunting at the feel of it, “can I…? C-Can I fuck you?”

“Please, Kookie,” you plead as you raise your head, your fucked out gaze meeting Jimin’s.

Jimin strokes your hair, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip before his thumb traces your lower lip.

You take his thumb into your mouth, suckling it for a moment, your tongue wrapped around it.

Jimin throws his head back, grunting before you release him.

You kiss the head of his cock, your hand stroking his cock as you spit on it. You watch the saliva run down his cock before your tongue is licking it back up. You take his dick in your mouth, moaning happily when he fists your hair, guiding you as he fucks your throat.

Jungkook wets his cock with your arousal, the blunt head catching at your entrance, teasing you. Your moans reverberate around Jimin’s cock, his hand on your hair tightening.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” Jimin coos, his head falling back as Taehyung leans over to kiss him.

Jimin kisses him back eagerly, his tongue pushing past the seam of his lips as Jimin’s other hand wraps around Taehyung’s hard cock, dribbling pre-cum.

“So fucking tight,” Jungkook gasps, burying himself to the hilt.

His hands hold your hips before they move down to your belly. His cock throbs, his eyes shutting tight as he groans. He loves the feel of your soft skin beneath his palms, the roundness of your belly, and the intoxicating scent of your body.

“You feel so good, babe. Fuck!” Jungkook grunts, his hips pounding into you, causing your ass to jiggle. He palms at it, smacking it to make you moan around Jimin’s cock that’s stuffed in your mouth.

Jimin curses, his fingers laced in your hair as he fucks your throat. Every obscene sound that fills the room has Taehyung stroking his cock as he watches you get pounded into oblivion by his best friends.

“Fuck, baby!” Jungkook’s head looks back, pleasure coursing through his veins as he continues to thrust in and out of you. “I’ve missed fucking this cunt. Feels so good wrapped around my cock, love.”

You whimper in return, rocking your hips back into Jungkook while Jimin takes his cock out of your mouth to slap against your cheek. You whine, begging him to put it back down your throat.

Jimin smirks, licking his lips as he sees the mess he’s made of your face before he shoves his dick back down your throat. You gag, the sound making him groan as you look up at him.

“Such a good girl for us, huh? You’ve missed this, haven’t you?” Jimin doesn’t expect a reply but you inhale sharply before widening your mouth to take more of him until your nose pressed against his pelvis.

You clench around Jungkook, his hips stuttering. He curses profusely, slowing as he fucks you with shallow thrusts.

Jimin takes his cock out of your mouth, ignoring your protests as Jungkook fucks you harder and faster. The room fills with your moans and his, his thrust growing sloppy.

“Fuck, Jungkook!”

“Cum all over my cock, love. Fuck…” Jungkook growls, his fingers digging into your hips as you meet each of his thrusts. His fingers move between your legs, rubbing at your clit as he carefully makes you rise into your knees with his hand around your throat but not squeezing it at all.

Taehyung watches the two of you intently, Jimin kissing his neck as he listens to the sweet symphony of sounds the two of you have created.

“Love having my cock buried inside you, baby. I’ve missed filling you with my cock and cum. You’re so beautiful like this,” Jungkook murmurs as his hand moves to your round belly. His forehead rests on your shoulder as he curses, nipping at the skin as you grip his forearm.

You fall into him, your cries of pleasure making all the men pulsate as you come undone at Jungkook’s hand.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my fucking cock,” Jungkook hisses, fucking your warm, wet cunt as you moan his name. Your thighs tremble, your head turning to kiss him messily as he squeezes your tits. Milk dribbles down your stomach and Jimin is eager to lick you clean.

Taehyung stops stroking his cock, almost cumming at the sight. He notices Jungkook is right at the edge of his own orgasm, a smirk on his lips.

“That’s it, Jungkookie. Cum in her, fill her with your seed. I’ve already gotten her pregnant, it won’t matter.”

Jungkook whimpers, his thrusts growing sloppy as his hand roams over your belly. His head lolls back, deep, guttural groans escaping his kiss-swollen lips as his thrusts grow sloppy. He shuts his eyes tight, his fingers strumming at your clit. He imagines what it’d be like to see you round with his seed instead. Your milk just for him instead of Taehyung. The thought is enough to have him groaning your name, abs tightening as he cums inside you.

His hair falls over his eyes, his thrusts slowing until he’s fully spent. Every drop of his seed left deep in your pussy.

Jungkook pulls out, his breathing ragged as he drops onto the bed. Jimin moves over, his hands on your tits as he licks up a drop of milk.

“Why don’t you have a go, Jiminie?” Taehyung’s hooded gaze meets his elders. Jimin gulps, nodding as he asks you if it’s okay.

You eagerly consent, your pussy not feeling satiated just yet.

“Lay down, Jimin. Let her ride you,” Taehyung says as he helps you climb over Jimin.

“Reverse,” Taehyung tuts as you turn and give your back to Jimin. Jimin pouts, but when you sink onto his cock, all complaints fizzle out on his tongue. The warmth of your cunt is enough to have him seeing stars as his eyes flutter shut. His lips part in a silent cry, mouthing your name.

Jungkook is already at half-mast again, watching with a heated gaze as you slowly rise on Jimin.

Taehyung kisses your neck, his hands on your breasts, moaning in delight when milk dribbles from your sensitive nipples.

Pleasure radiates throughout your body, sensitivity driving you wild as your boyfriend sucks his mark onto your neck, his finger rubbing at your clit.

“Look at you, love. Getting fucked like the whore you are. So precious, so beautiful stuffed with my friends' cocks.”

“Ugh, Tae!”

“You like it, don’t you? Like how his fat cock stretches your walls to prepare you for me? You can’t get enough, can you?”

Jimin grunts, his hands on your hips as he helps you ride him. He’s careful with you, not wanting to hurt you, but you want more, you need more. Jimin stops, turning you to face him, his hand cupping your face as he kisses you passionately before you fuck yourself on his cock, using him for your pleasure.

Loud, obscene moans escape your lips, your lovers’ names rolling off your tongue sinfully.

“She looks so hot taking Jimin’s cock,” Jungkook groans, his hand wrapped around his cock as he watches Jimin anchor his feet on the mattress.

“Hold on,” Jimin warns as he fucks into you, you cry out in surprise. Taehyung holds you as Jimin fucks your soaking wet cunt. A smirk tugging at his lips.

“You feel so wet. Are you that horny or is it Jungkook’s cum?” Jimin grunts, fucking you harder as you try to meet his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby. Take his cock. Make me proud,” Taehyung growls in your ear, his lips kissing your earlobe before his teeth give it a gentle tug.

“Tae,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sweet symphony of your moans has all the men melting into puddles around you; eager to hear more.

Your hands lay flat on Jimin’s chest, cries of his name escaping your lips as he fucks you harder, hypnotized by the way your tits bounce up and down.

The three men are drooling as they watch your full tits leak down your body, milk coating your skin.

Taehyung has to hold back, releasing his cock as his hips thrust upward, a few guttural groans escaping his lips as Jungkook curses and Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Jimin moans your name, his hands gripping your hips as he sits up to kiss you. You kiss him eagerly, passionately as his hands cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing your nipples, stimulating them. Your soft coos are driving him wild, his lips pressing kisses on your neck down to your tits. His lust-filled gaze meets yours, licking his lips before he wraps them around your nipple, suckling it.

“Jimin!”

Jimin grunts in response, suckling your milk, loving the warmth of it as it goes down his throat while his hand massages your other breast. You’re a leaking, moaning mess as you continue to bounce on his cock as best as you can.

Jimin is losing his mind as he fucks you, drinking from you until you’re tightening around his cock. Tears well up in your eyes, your nails digging into Jimin’s shoulders as you bury your face in his neck, crying out in pleasure as you orgasm once again.

“Ah,” you gasp at the oversensitivity. Jimin rubs your back as you continue to ride him slowly, allowing you to use his dick to get yourself off.

“Jimin,” you kiss him, moaning when his tongue pushes past the seam of your lips. Taehyung watches on, his hand stroking his cock before he looks over at Jungkook, who is doing the same.

Jimin allows you to fuck him slowly, your hips rolling as his fingertips brush your clit, rubbing it in rigid circles as you whimper and writhe. Jimin curses, his hand on the nape of your neck to pull you into a messy kiss as he fills you with cum. He grunts, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours as he tried to catch his breath.

Your gaze is as intense as his, as your chest rises and falls. His hands lay flat on your stomach, not saying a word as he kisses you once again, leaving his mark on your neck before he helps you off his cock. He kisses your cheek before he moves aside to sit next to Jungkook.

Taehyung spreads your legs wide as you lay on your side, your pregnancy pillow beneath your belly.

“Jimin and Kook did such a good job filling you with cum, princess.”

“Yes,” you hum in response as Taehyung throws your left leg over his, spreading you apart like the Red Sea. Taehyung pushes two of his fingers inside your creamy cunt, withdrawing them when he deems them sufficiently coated.

Tae spreads his fingers, cum threaded between them. Jimin and Jungkook blush.

“Such a good girl, taking their thick loads of cum. It’s a good thing you’re carrying my child, or I’d be worried,” Taehyung laughs before he kisses you. You kiss him back eagerly, your hands in his hair to hold him close. Taehyung settles behind you. His fat cock nudging at your entrance before he pushes into you.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so wet and creamy. So fucking tight around my cock. Looks like I need to stretch you out some more, huh?”

“Taehyungie,” you cry out, feeling the heaviness of his balls rest against your ass after every delicious inch of his big cock fills you. You can feel it kiss your cervix and you reach out for Jimin and Jungkook.

Both men murmur sweet words to you. Jimin pressing kisses to your cheeks while Jungkook laps up the sweet milk that escapes your tits. His hot tongue sends tingles down your back.

You moan, begging the three men for more. You’re spoiled with pleasure. The men wanting nothing more but to make you cum again and again and again.

Jungkook rubs your clit in tight circles as Taehyung kisses your neck, his large palm splayed on your tummy.

“I filled you so good, didn’t I? Fucked my cum into you and got you nice and round with my seed. I bet Jungkook and Jimin wish they were me. I bet they wish you were knocked up with their seed instead,” he growls, making you shudder as you moan in response.

“You’re mine, love. You and this baby. I can’t wait to fill you up again and again. Wanna have your tits filled with milk over and over again.” Taehyung licks his lips, his head moving closer to your breast. His tongue flicks your nipple, his eyes fluttering shut when the dulcet taste of milk hits his taste buds. His hold on your hip tightens, his face nuzzled into your neck as he thrusts into you deeper, grinding his hips into your ass.

Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He flips onto his front to rut against the mattress while his tongue laps at your cunt, Tae groaning when he feels the heat of the youngest’s mouth. Jungkook makes sure to lave at your clit, your thighs trembling as Jimin suckles on your tits. He moans as a steady stream of milk flows down his throat, his hand milking the other breast before he alternates.

“I’m gonna cum,” Taehyung gasps, feeling his stomach clench as you cry out for all the men. You’re so sensitive, growing exhausted as a final wave of pleasure washes over you. A broken cry of Jungkook’s name escapes you, your cunt clenching around your boyfriend’s cock as you grip Jimin’s hair impeccably tight and hold him to your milk filled tits.

“Fuck! Fuck!” You curse as your body shudders with each wave of your orgasm.

Taehyung waits until your cunt is done pulsating around him to pull out of you. Jungkook releases your clit, licking his lips as he sits up, a sheepish grin on his face as you see his cock covered in cum from his second orgasm.

“Fuck yes,” Taehyung groans as Jimin pulls away from your tits, swallowing the mouthful of milk in his mouth. Some dribbles from the corner of his mouth, down his plump lips to his chin.

The sight is enough to have Taehyung cumming all over your round belly.

“Yeah, that’s it. Holy fuck,” he curses as several thick ropes of cum coat your abdomen. Jungkook looks at Jimin, crawling over to him, his pretty pink tongue licking up the droplet of milk before he kisses Jimin.

Taehyung looks at the mess he’s made of you, a smug grin on his face, “Jimin and Jungkook may have filled your cunt with cum but my seed is growing inside you. My cum is on you.” Taehyung licks his lips, pushing his dark hair back and out of his eyes.

He suddenly feels exhausted, curling up behind you with his arm draped over your abdomen, his pretty fingers rubbing his cum into your skin. Taehyung kisses your cheek, nuzzling into you as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin. You smile sheepishly, looking up to see Jimin staring at you. His cheeks are pink.

Jimin blushes as he leans over to kiss your lips, caressing your cheek, before turning to Taehyung.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, his eyes displaying his sincerity. Taehyung nods, his hand cupping Jimin’s cheek to kiss him on the lips. Jimin smiles warmly after that, getting off the bed and gathering his clothes as he makes his exit.

Jungkook follows suit, kissing your lips and Taehyung’s before he’s thanking you, his face as red as a tomato as he runs out of your bedroom without his clothes

“Let’s get you into the shower,” Taehyung states as he gets out of bed to get the shower started.

You sit up in bed, your hand on your stomach as you get up carefully. You waddle your way to the bathroom, getting there before you feel sudden wetness between your legs.

You look down, then up at Taehyung, whose eyes are wide.

“Your water broke!” He exclaimed with fear and excitement.

You nod as you get into the shower. No way were you going to the hospital with three men’s cum in and on your body.

Taehyung gets in after you, washing your hair and body. You turn to face him, smiling at him as you rub your belly. Taehyung places a hand on your stomach, his other cupping your face. His thumb strokes your cheek softly, his eyes display the live and adoration he holds for you. You look up at him, displaying the same sentiments with your eyes.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

“We’re gonna have our baby,” he whispers in affirmation, leaning in to close the gap between you, ignoring the pelting of the shower as his lips meet yours.

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Swipe Right 04 | Patch Notes | JJK (M)

Rating: M (Explicit 18+)

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, brot7 x friendship

Genre: E2L, fluff, angst, humor, [eventual] smut, PersonalTrainer!Jungkook, fuckboy!Jungkook, Nerd!Jungkook, Nerd/IT!Reader

Word Count: 15.1K

Last time on SR03: You joined a gym to increase your confidence and things progressed the way you want with your tinder match. You ended up in an unlikely competition with your friends when you went new bar together, leading to some unexpected conversations and shenanigans.

CW & Other Tags: Drinking, anxiety/panic attack mentions, muscle tearing injury mention, fuckboy Jungkook, pining, flirting, pick-up lines, sexual tension, Joonie is still Y/N’s best boi, soft Jungkook

Series: Activate your SIMCard

Fic: Swipe Right (4/?- Ongoing)

Do not repost.

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When’s the last time you felt as good as you do right now? Jungkook has pretty much stopped bothering you since that night at Seesaw, your date with Jason went well, and you’ve been sticking to your early morning workouts. You definitely don’t push yourself as much as trainer Hwasa, and you know you should really take advantage of the free trial, but it was overwhelming to take in so much at once and the session made you sore all over for days.

At least your stamina seems to be improving and you’ve discovered post-workout endorphins are real. Tonight is your second date with Jason, a date you’ve uncharacteristically elected to host at your apartment. You can place some blame on those endorphins for your boldness, with pining and disappointment composing the rest of it.

While your first date ended without a kiss, there was enough flirting to keep you hopeful. Neither of you were brave enough to do anything about it then, but you’ve mentally coached yourself into pretending like you have an unbreakable spine with nerves of steel. Meeting him only solidified your attraction, and you’ve resolved to take the lead, even though you feel like you have no idea what you’re doing.

It’s not like you often make the first move, but your confidence in him to do so has waned. You’ve been talking and playing games together online for months without any physical touch. Despite how he’s said he likes you and wants to see you again, you’d still be waiting if you didn’t suggest today.

You’re determined to show him what he’s missing by being a recluse. That’s why you’ve picked out the sluttiest clothes and the strappiest heels you own, decorated your face with expensive makeup, and even styled your hair instead of just letting it do whatever it wants for the day. You check yourself out in the full-length mirror on your bedroom door for the millionth time and pull down on the hem of your dress like it will somehow magically grow longer.

You don’t need the heels; no part of the night calls for them. You’re going to be sitting on the couch with him. If you’re lucky you’ll even move it to the bedroom you spent so much time cleaning. But they’re cute and they make you feel sexy, so you’re going to keep them on until he’s peeling you out of your dress.

Nerves bubble in your stomach, but you have to pretend like they’re not there or you’ll fixate on how hard you’re trying to be confident and cool. You’ll fall apart when it’s obvious to Jason how hard you’re pretending to be everything you aren’t. Checking your phone doesn’t help; it’s almost time.

Taking a deep breath, you pace through the confines of your apartment as you wait, and answer group texts from Jennie and Namjoon. You offer up a selfie, hoping any compliments will build your confidence enough to stave off the anxiety in your gut. A few devil emojis later, some keysmashing, and more than a couple hamfisted compliments from Namjoon, your ego is adequately inflated but you can always use more hyping. Maybe you should send it to Jimin to fish for more compliments? He’d indulge you for sure.

Instead you flop on the couch and open Tinder. According to Jennie, Jason is stringing you along; it’s been months, but you hate to admit that she has a point. So you don’t. She’s been telling you for a while now that she thinks you should pursue other suitors. While you object to her assumptions, she has more experience with this kind of stuff. It’s not exactly something you want to believe, not when you’ve put in so much effort for literal months.

You want to believe in Jason being awkward and dorky and that’s why it’s taken so long for the two of you to hook up. He’s shy and super introverted, but so are you. So why are you the only one trying to make things happen? You want to believe, but at this point you’re uncertain enough to heed Jennie’s advice and keep swiping any time you find yourself in a situation where you’re waiting on him. Like now.

You have your reservations about swiping while you wait for your date to begin, but you can practically hear Jennie cheering you on. He’s late anyway, and it will keep you busy until he arrives. You open the discovery tab and swipe left on a couple incomplete profiles. Most of the guys on here don’t put in any effort. How are you supposed to want to give any of them a chance when you don’t even get a tiny snapshot of who they are?

When you pass on yet another fish pic profile, a blue frame appears around the next guy in line. It takes a moment for your brain to register the name along with the duck-faced photo as someone familiar.

[Jungkook said: Your legs remind me of oreos 🥴 wanna know why?]

How fucking dare he? You match with the intent to ream him out and leave.

You: I told you not to fucking find me on here

It takes only a few seconds before you see the dots move on his end, like he was waiting for the moment you would answer, and it keeps you tethered to the conversation.

Jungkook: Princess!! I couldn’t help myself how are you

Jungkook: Surprised you didn’t block me

You: Don’t worry I’m gonna

Jungkook: it’s bc you wanna know huh

You: ???

Jungkook: Your legs

Jungkook: Like oreos

Jungkook: I wanna split them n lick the cream from the center 😜

Electricity rumbles in your gut, carrying heat and a surge of excitement to your cunt that threatens to flood your panties. You swallow hard and squeeze your thighs together as you stare at the screen. Embarrassed by the response his antics elicit, you scramble to formulate a coherent thought.

You: I wish I could unread 🤢

Jungkook: Aw but that’s one of my favorites

Jungkook: Just like you 😘

You: 🙄

You: I hate you so much

Jungkook: So much that you matched with me?

You stare at the message like a clever response will come to you and when it doesn’t you bite your lip. He’s got a point. Haven’t you learned your lesson not to encourage him? Your eyes scan the top of your phone for any notifications from Jason. Nothing. At least this is keeping you distracted. That’s what you tell yourself.

Jungkook: You’re still here which means 👀

You: It means I’m tired

Jungkook: Of?

You pause for a moment. Namjoon and Jennie can’t know how anxious you are about Jason. It’s the guy’s last strike with them and he hasn’t even met them yet. Jungkook, an impartial third party, might be able to lend an ear. As much as you don’t care what he thinks, you need an outlet for the anxiety in your chest. You start to draft a word-vomit. Jason has been so hesitant to see you in person again and now he’s late. Maybe if you just put it out there to someone you’ll feel better.

Jungkook: If you need to sleep how about a massage?

Jungkook: I’m good with my fingers 🥴

Stupid. In what universe could you confide in Jungkook? Deleting your word-vomit before you can send it, you start to type something else, but your thumb accidentally taps enter at the exact wrong moment.

You: You know what? I want you

FUCK. Goddamn you, sausage fingers.

You scramble to rewrite the sentence but Jungkook is quicker. He has to know it was an accident, but you’re still fucking mortified.

Jungkook: 😈

Jungkook: My place

Jungkook: Ten minutes

You: *to stay off my profile

Jungkook: 👉👌?

You: YOU KNOW I DIDN’T MEAN THAT

You: 🤢🤢🤢

Jungkook: 😩

Jungkook: Now you’re just playing games with me princess

Jungkook: Can’t say I mind just fuck me up 🥴

You: Don’t you have a princess to fuck in another castle? Maybe she can stroke your tiny ego

Jungkook: Ouch felt that from here

He goes quiet and you close the conversation out. Setting the phone down on the cushion beside you lasts all of two seconds. When your phone buzzes twice, you know better than to answer, yet you feel compelled to look.

Jungkook: Hey quick question

Jungkook: Is this the most you’ve used the app to talk with someone you like? 👻

Just like that you unmatch with him and take a moment to seethe. Distraction or no, he’s not worth the mental energy. He always seems to draw you in like a pretty little thirst trap and drain you of your sanity. Not engaging is the safest option so why do you always end up doing so? Maybe it’s that shitty little part of you that gets excited any time he shows you attention.

There’s a gullible girl within you; she sets your pulse on fire when he feigns even the slightest interest, fills your head with wind when he brushes against you, and floods your eyes with tears when he walks away. Still, she wants him to look at you, even if it means he’s really looking through you. You hate her. Why can’t she learn that you deserve better?

You check the time again and wince. Jason is really late now. Not even a text. Or a phone call. Maybe it’s traffic?

Try to relax. Nothing bad is going to happen. You’re going to have fun tonight.

You start up a game to take your mind off the options available to explain his absence. When you’re invested in a game you often lose track of time, but tonight you’re hyper-aware of every minute that passes. You bite at your freshly painted nails during loading screens, chipping the red from their edges. Sounding casual is difficult when you’re worried, but you attempt it anyway via text. It’s ten more agonizing minutes of waiting before your phone buzzes with an answer.

The controller drops to your lap and immediately tears begin to sprinkle your thighs with the manifestation of your heartache.

He forgot.

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An earthy scent fills Namjoon’s apartment as he carefully transfers the last of his plants to a bigger pot, filling in the edges of its roots with fresh soil and patting the edges down with care. His plants have needed this, maybe even more than he needs the mini hangout that will soon follow. The kitchen table is covered in dirt, but at least he’s almost done.

It’s not his fault Jungkook showed up earlier than expected. At least he’s quiet now. It’s been a while, but he’s finally stopped asking about how much longer it will take, so he must either be invested in the show he put on or asleep on the couch.

“Almost done,” Namjoon loudly announces. “Can you text Tae?”

“Kay.” Jungkook yawns as he stands and heads towards the bathroom. “Jin was already cooking when I left so it should be ready soon.”

“Good. I’m hungry,” Namjoon says, carefully transporting the plant to the desk in his bedroom.

As he’s on his way to clean up the mess on the table there’s a soft rapid knock at the front door. The moment he opens it and finds you standing before him, he knows something is wrong. Even the ratty hoodie covering your shoulders can’t hide the effort you’ve obviously put into your appearance tonight. While your makeup seems to have fared rather well, your eyes are red and your cheeks are puffy. His mind automatically assumes the worst about your second date and his jaw tightens.

“What happened? Did he hurt you?”

“He never showed.” You throw your arms around him and openly sob.

“Oh, Y/N…” His arms are around you in an instant, hugging you close while keeping his dirty fingers at bay.

You press your cheek against his chest, letting the tears fall freely. “I’m sorry. I know you probably have plans tonight, but I wanted to stop here—” You choke out a loud sob and wipe your nose with your sleeve as you look down at the floor. “I didn’t want to drive upset but you weren’t answering and I just—”

“Shit. Exam today. I left it on silent.” He pats his pocket to make sure it’s still there, wiping as much dirt as he can on his jeans before placing his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. Deep breaths.”

Jungkook emerges from the bathroom quietly with a furrowed brow and pursed lips. Did he hear your voice or is it his imagination? Unsure if you’re some wishful remnant of earlier texts, he peeks around the corner.

Heels: black, strappy heels with a velvety smooth red undersole. Has he ever seen you in heels? If he has, it’s never been something as flashy as these. His gaze travels up the smooth, exposed skin of your legs until it hits the hem of a skirt. The dark fabric seems a little short; it clings to your thighs, riding up as you embrace his friend. It’s hard not to notice how well it accents the curve of your hips and more importantly: your ass. He’s definitely never seen you in something so revealing, not even on nights where you’ve joined them for dancing.

He pauses for a fraction of a second, eyes trained on the swell of your ass before moving up to find the disappointing sight of your favorite hoodie barring much else from view. Namjoon’s arms outline your shape, but the places his hands rest are far too respectable to glean much else other than simple blueprints.

With his dick leading his steps, Jungkook opens his mouth to announce his presence with a joke. He means to selfishly steal a glimpse of your entire ensemble with some snarky comment but you choke out a sob and his stomach lurches to form a whirlpool of apprehension. His mouth remains open, but his words are swallowed back into the dark swirling pit that now wrenches his gut in circles.

Namjoon looks up just in time to read the confusion and shock on his features. He shakes his head and cups yours against his chest, wordlessly signaling Jungkook to keep quiet.

“Is there anything I can do? Do you wanna talk about it?” Namjoon asks, hoping you don’t see the man behind you slowly backing away like he’s just approached a rabid animal.

You’re sobbing. Why are you sobbing? What happened? Was it what he said before you unmatched? Jungkook tiptoes back into the kitchen without a word. He leans against the counter and shoves his hands in his coat pockets, trying to piece everything together. Did he cause this?

You screw your eyes shut to try to keep the tears inside. It’s no use. They always seem to find a way out. “He didn’t show up and when I texted him, he… he said he forgot."

“What?"

“I thought it would be good after the arcade date, you know? Like, good chemistry. He’s weird. I like him! He seemed interested and we made these plans and he just—” you choke out another loud sob. “God. Am I really so fucking forgettable?”

You wanted your friends to be wrong so badly that you ignored the fact that it’s been like pulling teeth trying to get Jason to meet up again. For him to forget completely is like a kick to the face that leaves all the teeth intact, maybe a little bloody, but stubbornly intact.

“Y/N, no. It’s not your fault. You deserve better than this fucking guy.”

Jungkook swallows hard. This definitely doesn’t feel like a conversation he should be hearing, but it’s loud enough to carry through the entire apartment. Kitchen, bedroom, or bathroom: his options are limited, but he knows there’s nowhere to go to pretend like he can’t hear it. It’s not like he can just walk out the front door now.

“Do I? It’s seems like a fucking pattern, Joon. I fall for people so easily and they always make me feel like an idiot for trying. Donghyun. Seojun. Jason. Jungkook… It doesn’t matter. No one fucking wants me.”

Jungkook tenses. He may not know all the names on your list, but his is among them all the same. Has he really hurt you so much?

“Hey… Don’t think like that,” Namjoon says, his voice soft as he rubs your back. “You know your worth, and it’s not measured by how well someone else can see it.”

Every time you think you’re done crying, fresh tears begin to roll down your cheeks. “I’m tired, Joonie.”

“I know. I’m sorry. We'll get you home."

As you step back to look at him your ankle rolls, and you begin to fall. Hearing the scuffle, Jungkook winces and peeks around the corner. Namjoon has a good enough grip to stop you from fully tumbling to the floor, but you’re definitely not stable by any means.

Although you now face Jungkook, you’re too distracted by your ankle to notice the extra pair of eyes on you. He allows himself to stupidly linger within your line of sight, raking his gaze across your form to take in the details of your attire, right down to your choice of earrings. Even with a red nose and puffy, smudged eyes, the time you’ve spent on your appearance remains evident.

You did all that for some guy who didn’t even show? If that’s how you dress for your dates then his innocent perception of you is completely wrong. What kind of moron would pass up the opportunity to peel you out of that dress and dive into your cunt? You look incredible. What the fuck.

"God. Shit. Fuck! Fucking stupid heels!” You huff out your exasperation and let a small pitiful laugh pass your lips as you right your stance with Namjoon’s help. “You know, I spent hours getting ready and now I just look stupid. I feel stupid.”

“You don’t. You’re not,” Namjoon insists, his palm squeezing your shoulder.

“Namjoon, I shaved my entire body. Do you know how long that took?”

Jungkook forces himself to withdraw into the kitchen. If you see him now you might murder him. He purses his lips into a thin line and tightens his grip around his arms. In an instant he imagines hiking your dress above your hips and parting your legs so he might brush his cheek against the smooth expanse of your thigh all the way to your core. Are your panties as slutty as your dress? Are they cute? Lacy? Plain?

“Geeksquad…” Namjoon sighs loudly. “I really don’t need to know— Hold up. Wasn’t this the second date?”

“Are you slutshaming me?” The tired laugh that follows sounds more like you, but it still hurts his heart. “I’m stepping up my game.”

“Nah. You do you,” he says, a soft smile on his lips that’s obviously full of pity. “You want to stay and get some food? I think I have some sweats you can change into.”

Tires screech in Jungkook’s mind. Is he going to be trapped here for the night? Without dinner? What kind of karmic torture is the universe putting him through?

“No, I’m sorry,” you sniffle, wiping your face with the sleeves of your sweater. “Jennie wants me to come over but I—I didn’t think I could make it with having a full meltdown. You were on the way.”

“No need to apologize.” He pulls you into another tight hug. “Do you want me to walk you back to your car?”

“No, no it’s fine. I’m right in front. Thanks, Joonie.” Your phone begins to buzz in your hoodie pocket. You pull back and wave it at him, already on your way to the door. “It’s like she knew. I’ll talk to her on the way. Thank you for listening to me cry for the millionth time.”

“Always. Text me when you get there, okay?”

“Will do, mom,” you tease with a soft laugh.

“Zip up your hoodie.”

You grimace at him with narrowed eyes but heed his advice on your way out. You also pull your skirt down as far down your thighs as it will reach. Men are gross and you trust virtually none of them.

Jungkook waits until he hears the click of the lock on the door to breathe a loud sigh of relief. Namjoon rubs the back of his neck and stares at the door. He worries about you.

“Yikes. That Jason guy is a dick huh?”

Namjoon swivels on his heels and rounds on his friend. “Like you were so much better to her?”

Jungkook casts his gaze to the floor. “I didn’t stand her up.”

Even he knows that argument is flimsy.

“Guk.”

“It was always just a joke.”

“It’s not though. She really liked you, man. I asked you not to mess with her.”

Memories have warped Jungkook into a jaded man: untrusting although not uncaring. Guilt is the only thing churning in his stomach as he thinks of you. He never expected to genuinely hurt you. Somehow things twisted into a gnarled mess that never really felt like more than a playful game of tug-of-war. But these kinds of games only work when the people involved know that they’re playing. It’s shitty when one pulls another into the mud when they’ve never agreed to participate.

Faced with the reality of how you consider him now, it dawns on him that he’s dragged you into the mud face-first without even the slightest resistance. You’ve stood up and you’ve even yanked the rope in retaliation, but you never should’ve been in the mud in the first place. Regardless of his own emotional ineptitude, he knows you never deserved that humiliation. No one does. The weight of his actions sits heavy in his gut.

Still he tries to justify himself. “All I do now is make pass after pass and she’s the one who turns me down.”

“You said it earlier yourself,” Namjoon sneers, irritated by his friend’s immaturity. “It’s always a joke. You’re never serious and she knows it. Look, you don’t have to like her back. She’s my friend and so are you. Just don’t lead her on and stop with the mind games. Be honest with her. The least you can do is apologize for being a dick.”

“That’s— I feel like… I don’t know how.”

Jungkook can’t bring himself to tell him of your conversation earlier tonight. It just adds to the guilt piling on his conscience. Namjoon used his own words against him and the worst part is it makes sense. It’s so much easier when it’s a stranger at a bar or a random encounter at a club, but you’re neither of those things. He lumped you into that category all the same.

Namjoon clicks his tongue and puts an arm around Jungkook’s back. “Starting with ‘I’m sorry’ can go a long way. She’s a good person and I know you guys can get along. Things were going well until you made that bet, right?”

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak and then closes it. “Mmm.”

“Not every girl is a Jiseo, Jungkook.”

“Yeah.”

“I think…” Namjoon sighs and shakes his head. “I don’t know. Can you try to just... tone it down? Maybe try to patch things up?”

“Okay.” Jungkook’s brow furrows and he chews his lip as he mulls over Namjoon’s words. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his keys. “You ready?”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Your head dips forward as your fingers glide across the keys. It's hard to concentrate on your task when you're this distracted by your own thoughts. You stare at the monitor with furrowed brows. Namjoon grabs the back of your chair and leans forward to tower over you.

"Went that well, huh? Did he blow the second chance he didn’t deserve?"

The motion jerks you backwards and you grip the armrests of the chair to steady yourself. Despite your best attempt to curb the irritation in your expression, your frustration remains apparent. You sit back and tilt your head up to look at him, trying to think of something to say, some excuse to not reinforce the "told you so" waiting in your future, not after you showed up at his apartment sounding like a dying whale a few days before. When no ideas come to your immediate aid, you click your tongue and let out a heavy sigh as you turn your attention back to the screen.

"Geeksquad," he presses. "Talk to me."

You exhale through your nose and briefly purse your lips before obliging his plea. The words are quick and quiet so you don't run the risk of bawling your eyes out again. "He canceled.”

Namjoon steps back and the pressure on your seat is gone. He places a large palm on your shoulder. "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

Despite wanting to give the opposite answer, you shake your head. You don't trust yourself to speak, but you'd like to tell him. He's clever and you know he'll likely find a way to get it out of you with minimal effort anyway. Still, you don’t think you can manage the words without crying like a baby and you don’t want to do that when the morning has only just begun. Silence falls between the two of you as he gives you time to decide if you want to open up.

After a moment of tapping away you finally give in. You know you’ll feel better after you cry.

"He said he had to stay behind and help do clean-up for the party he was at. And that’s nice and all, but we had plans. I feel crazy. I should be glad that he’s so kind, right? Like that shows he’s a good person, right?” Your voice has cracked but it hasn’t quite broken.

He sighs and flops in the chair on the other side of his desk. “Y/N… I think you’re asking me for answers you already know.”

“But tell me anyway,” you press, tears welling in your eyes. “Our first date went so well. So why-y-” Your voice breaks.

“Hey.” He reaches across the desk and brushes his fingers against your arm. “I know you want me to help you make excuses for him... But you deserve someone who values your time. Clearly he’s just looking to waste it.”

“But—”

“Y/N, you don’t need someone like that. If this is what he’s like before you’re even together, then what kind of effort is he really going to put into a potential relationship? Not enough. There are so many people out there, people that would trip over themselves just to have the chance to be with you. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I think it’s a mistake that you even gave him another shot. He blew it. Twice. Delete his number. Forget him.”

“I know,” you croak. Tears fall from your eyes and you quickly swipe them away, focusing on the task at hand.

Namjoon is right and you know it, but you’re kind of irritated about it. You know it’s not really him you’re mad at, but Namjoon is a good enough placeholder while you try to sort through your hurt feelings.

You muster your most monotone voice as you stand. “I updated your drivers and deleted any cached files that might have been causing issues. Is that all?”

“Don’t be mad at me,” he pleads, rising to block your path as you step towards the door. “You have a big heart and I hate seeing it stepped on.”

In a matter of seconds you melt into his embrace and bury your face into his shirt. “I hate how fast I like people.”

“I know.” He pets the back of your head softly and squishes you against his chest. “It’s gonna be okay. How about udon later? My treat?”

“With beef?” you ask with a sniffle.

“With beef,” he agrees.

“Gyoza?”

“Mhm.”

“And takoyaki?”

“...You’re pushing it.”

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You slide the appetizer tray across the table towards Namjoon. “Here.”

He shovels a dumping into his mouth right before he speaks. “I could eat this every day for the rest of my life.”

“Could you afford it though?” you tease, taking a sip from the bottle of saké and crinkling your nose at it before passing it to him.

“Not if you’re joining me,” he snorts. “You’re supposed to pour it.”

“No, thanks.” You push the tiny glass full of liquid back towards him.

"Wow. Are you guys on a date?"

You know the source of the voice before you even crane your neck to see Jungkook.

"Pfft." Namjoon waves the question off with a deep laugh.

Despite finding the scenario of ever dating Namjoon absolutely absurd, you can’t help but feel a little insulted by the volume of his laughter. Namjoon’s hangout night was supposed to take your mind off of how unwanted Jason made you feel. Instead, the pit of insecurity within your stomach grows into a thick, tangled brush of hostility. Is being seen with you really so laughable?

“Why would we be?” you snap, turning your attention back to your bowl.

Heat settles in your face and you purse your lips, not daring to look at either of them. You try to wrangle some noodles to shovel in your mouth before you can say something stupid. Their eyes are on you. Jungkook is definitely confused but not alarmed by your hostility. It’s something he’s grown accustomed to. But Namjoon knows when he hurts your feelings, every time, and it’s easy enough to disarm your irritability.

“She’s way too good for a mess like me,” Namjoon says with a light laugh.

“Why are you here?” you ask, tone already softer than before.

"Post-work snackie," he answers, all too cheery for your sour mood. “Came for the noods. Mind if I join?”

He looks to the rosy-cheeked Namjoon for his answer, as you set your hoodie and purse down in the space beside you to give him yours. Namjoon betrays you by scooting over to make room on his side of the booth. You’d mentioned to him before that you’d eventually like to fix things with Jungkook, to somehow make steps for peace. But you only have so much mental energy left to give today.

“Not tonight, Jungkook,” you plead with a sigh.

The frustration in that puff of breath is enough to make Jungkook hesitate. He blinks a few times, wide-eyed. “What?”

“I just… can’t handle your bullshit tonight.”

Jungkook tries to break the uncomfortable tension with a grin. “No bullshit tonight. Promise.”

“No.” Your answer is firm and somehow so fragile that it makes both men worry their brows in the same fashion. “Please, just go away.”

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and takes a few steps back. He doesn’t know what to make of your demeanor, but he can put enough together to know the basics. You’re upset, maybe not at him for once. However unlikely, that’d be a blessing. Maybe you’re still upset about that guy that stood you up a few days ago. If that’s the case, he probably shouldn’t stick around and risk letting on how much he knows about that.

He tongues the side of his cheek and nods, forcing a smile to his face. “Alright. I’ll just order it to go. Planned on that anyway. Catch you later.”

Guilt wracks your nerves as he walks away. The moment you look back at Namjoon, you’re faced with a wall of disappointment that threatens to topple the scale of decision-making in Jungkook’s favor.

“You’re judging me for that,” you mumble. The noodles between your chopsticks slip back into the broth.

“Little bit,” Namjoon admits, watching his friend sulk over to the entrance waitstaff. “You know he told me he’s trying to be nicer to you.”

“What? When?”

“The other day. We hung out.”

He keeps his answers short and ambiguous, hoping your curiosity has been piqued. Maybe this is the golden opportunity he’s been hoping for to patch your friendship.

“Was this before or after he harassed me on Tinder?”

Namjoon’s heart sinks into his butt. Of course Jungkook would make reconciliation harder than it needs to be. “When did he do that?”

“That night I showed up at your apartment like a big crybaby.”

“I went over his place for dinner after you left. Jin wanted to try a new recipe out on us.” That seems to at least make you pause.

“You guys talked about me?”

“Yup.” He goes back to chewing his food, knowing he’s got you hooked.

Your incredulous stare does nothing to pull information past his lips. “Joonie. What did you say about me? What did he say?”

“Mmm?” He slurps up a long noodle. “A lot of things. But they’re not really my words to tell.”

“No one likes clickbait, Joon.”

“Look, all I’m saying is that he told me that he wants to fix things. If you want specifics, maybe we can invite him to come eat with us. It might be easier for the both of you to talk about it over good food.”

You sigh, seriously considering his words even as you shake your head. “Joon, I’m already emotionally compromised. I really don’t want to cry in front of Jungkook tonight.”

“Why would you cry? This is a night for good things only. Namjoon-approved and protected. You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to... I just thought it might be nice to make some good memories with good friends.”

You roll your eyes but hold your pinky out for him. “Fine. But this is Joonie-Y/N time. You’re cutting into that allotted time slot, you know that right?”

Namjoon rests his elbow on the table, preparing to pinky swear to whatever you’re about to suggest. “Conditions?”

“He sits next to you, he doesn’t make fun of me if I cry, and…. he doesn’t get to talk.”

“Y/N.”

“Fiiiiine. He can talk. But he better be as nice as you say he’s trying to be.”

“We allowed to talk about Jason?”

“If it comes up…” you sigh. “You know, if he’s mean to me and I cry then you have to deal with it.”

He clasps his long pinky around yours. “Deal. But with how all that just went down, you gotta go tell him to come back. He won’t believe me if I do it.”

“Don’t let him be mean to me,” you plead, tightening your grip on his pinky and locking eyes with him. “Good vibes only.”

“He won’t be mean. Good vibes only.” Namjoon nods with a soft smile. “He really is a good person where it counts, Y/N.”

You push your things aside and force yourself to find Jungkook. He’s leaning against a wall near the entrance, scrolling through his phone while he waits for his order. You quietly request to your waitress that you’d like his food brought to your table. She’s nice enough about it, but your stomach churns regardless. It’s the anxiety.

You gingerly poke a finger against his shoulder as you approach. “Um. Hey.”

He seems startled at first, but smiles when he realizes it’s you. “Hmm?”

You take a deep quiet inhale, trying your best not to get lost in the butterflies his charming smile conjures in your gut. You try to tell yourself it’s anxiety and nothing more. Apologies are hard and scary. That’s all.

“I’m… sorry for being rude. I’ve had a rough week but I shouldn’t take it out on you. Come eat with us, please. Namjoon’s buying anyway.”

His eyes seem to light up with surprise and a warm smile deepens the creases around his eyes and mouth. The hope that these feelings of attraction would evaporate with time is a flame swiftly snuffed out and replaced with a burning heartache that deems denial useless. Even now, pangs of infatuation lurk below your feelings of disdain, breaking the tension of its surface with each beat of your heart.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you. “I shouldn’t have invited myself when I saw you guys. I should really get home and shower anyway.”

He looks so clean that you’d assumed he’d already showered. It’s not like you can smell him from where you stand. Maybe he’s lying, but at least you get the sense it’s coming from a place of politeness.

“Jungkook, I want you to come eat with us. Besides Namjoon wants someone to drink saké with him and I cannot keep doing it.”

“I see.” He offers a small laugh and rubs the back of his neck. “Are you sure? You seemed pretty against it before. What changed?”

“Namjoon told me you’re trying to be less of an asshole to me.”

“Did he?” he licks his lips and tries to hide his pleased smile. “I’m surprised you believe him.”

“He also promised me I could punch you in the dick if you make me cry,” you lie, completely stone-faced.

If he knows that’s a falsified statement, he doesn’t say anything. He looks past your shoulder to quirk a brow at Namjoon, who appears to be furiously texting at the table. Jungkook’s phone buzzes a few times against his palm and he’s fairly sure he already knows who it is.

“Come on. I already asked them to bring your food to the table.”

He reads Namjoon’s messages as he trails behind you.

NAMJOON: If you seriously want to apologize stick around, make her laugh, just listen when you need to

JUNGKOOK: Don’t worry

JUNGKOOK: I got u

Before Namjoon can send a text saying that Jungkook's response has the opposite effect, you’re peeking across the table, trying to get a glance at the screen.

“Who’s that?” you wonder. Namjoon’s not usually one to be so secretive with his texts.

“Hmm?” he raises his eyebrows at you and pours you a shot. “Stupid. Don’t worry about it.”

“Ha. Haha. Ha.” You gesture at your face. “You say to the girl with anxiety.”

Crinkling your nose at the glass he offers, you slide it across to Jungkook as he settles in next to Namjoon. “Here. I’m done drinking that stuff tonight.”

He regards it with a quirked brow. Something about your demeanor really has changed, but looking between you and Namjoon does nothing to answer the question of what that may be.

“Okay, so on reddit this guy was reaching. He’s going on about the symbolism in the red scarf—”

Your eyes gloss over the moment he mentions reddit. Is there anything you care less about than Joon’s favorite modern literary discussion threads?

“Got it. Not worrying about it,” you interrupt, bringing your bowl to your lips to slurp some of the broth.

Jungkook hides his smirk by throwing his head back to drink his shot. Namjoon is a genius. It might be scary if he ever decided to use his intellect for nefarious purposes. Lucky for the universe he uses it to protect others, like a real superhero would.

As the three of you dine together, you’re surprised to find that Jungkook isn’t being as annoying as he usually is. In fact, it seems the more he drinks outside of any competitive setting, the more affable he becomes. Maybe there’s something to Namjoon’s clickbaity words. He’s almost the person you remember meeting before the Halloween Party, maybe even more pleasant.

You’re grateful when the two of them start telling embarrassing stories so you can listen and laugh at the way they slur their words and interrupt each other. Laughter makes your heart feel light and full, and brave enough to take the last step to prove to yourself you’re done chasing Jason. As the two men fight over the last piece of gyoza and distract themselves over dessert, you quietly decide to clear your text messages from Jason. Your finger hovers over the delete icon for a second before purging his contact information from your device entirely.

It’s freeing to not have to worry about what you should send him. It’s frustrating to have tried so hard for so long and have nothing to show for it, but at least there will be no conversation history to pick apart anymore. It should feel perfect. That will definitely show him, right? You don’t have to reflect for more than a couple seconds to reinforce the memory of how little he actually reached out on his own.

He still has your number. The only time he ever called was on your first date. He never texted you unless you spoke first. He probably won’t even notice you’re gone. He’s probably relieved he won’t have to answer you anymore. He probably thinks you’re desperate for trying for so long. You don’t realize how well you wear your anxiety.

When you look up Jungkook is watching you while he chews with his mouth wide open. “Hey, why do-” He hiccups and swallows. “Why do you look so sad? You should have some ice cream.”

He scans the table for something to offer you, but he can’t seem to find what he’s looking for in his drunken stupor. After a few seconds his eyes finally land on his own plate where the other half of his red-bean cake sits.

“Do you want my taiyaki?” He holds the tail end of the fish-shaped cake out to you. “It’s really good!”

You can’t help but laugh at the unexpected sweet absurdity of the night. “Jungkook, I don’t want your half-eaten cake.”

He frowns and looks at the pastry. “Is it because I bit it? I’ll break off that part for you if you don’t want your mouth to touch that.”

Although Jungkook definitely is more drunk than Namjoon right now, the older man can’t help but be amazed by how well this is going. He loads up on green tea ice cream and digs his spoon in it. He shouldn’t have been so worried. Jungkook can put away the act when he wants to, especially once alcohol is involved and there’s nothing to prove. You guys are actually getting along. What a relief.

“No, really it’s okay.” You laugh.

Jungkook is already breaking the pastry apart in his hand, watching as it crumbles to pieces on his plate. He blinks a couple times and closes his mouth in a frown.

“I thought that would work.” He sounds utterly defeated.

The waitress walks over just in time to watch Namjoon stick a heaping spoonful of wasabi in his mouth. You're too busy laughing at Jungkook's forlorn expression to notice the way Namjoon's eyes water. His eyes drop to the ice cream he thought he shoveled into his mouth. Right next to the pristine, untouched scoop of green tea ice cream, he finds his spoon resting in the hunk of wasabi adjacent to it. He should really pay attention more. He pushes against Jungkook's side and motions that he needs to get up. The younger man spares a glance his way but Namjoon waves him off while mumbling something about the bathroom.

The waitress tries to keep her composure and looks between the pair of you. "How is everything?"

"Great! Could you please bring us some water?" you ask in your sweetest voice, realizing the two men with you should at least try to start sobering up.

You expected to have Namjoon crashing on your couch on a Friday night, or at least be dropping him off down the hall at Hobi’s place. Jungkook was not part of the plan, but you can’t exactly let him drive home inebriated. You know he’s not your responsibility but you’d feel guilty making him call for a ride home when you’re perfectly capable.

Although you hate to admit it, you’ve had fun tonight. If you’re being honest with yourself you’d like to see what he’s like without Namjoon nearby to police his moves. He’s been nice enough, but you want to know for sure this isn’t an act. You want to ask him if he’s made another bet, or playing some game since he hasn’t hit on you all night. Before you can get your line of questions in order, Jungkook turns to the server with large, pleading eyes.

"Oh! Can you bring some more dessert, please?"

He may be a grown ass man capable of charming the pants off of women everywhere, but right now he is little more than a child begging for seconds. Regardless of everything he's done, your heart softens, endeared and embarrassed by his drunken request to your server.

The waitress nods. "Sure, what would you like?"

His eyes fall to you for an answer. "What do you like?"

You blink at him. "Me? I thought this was for you."

He nods. "Mm. We can split it."

"Um, how about... tempura?"

"Banana?"

Jungkook’s voice is full of anticipation and his upturned eyebrows seem to bargain for agreement. It’s so hard to believe this is the same man who has been so cold to you for so long when he seems so open and warm now. You remind yourself it’s probably the alcohol. It’s probably some secret promise to Namjoon. Some bet with Hobi. Some game he’s playing. It’s probably anything other than what your dumb crush-stupefied heart wants it to be.

The waitress looks to you for approval and you give a nod. "Sure. Banana tempura."

The waitress awkwardly smiles as she gathers the empty platters and gives you a chance to break away from his endearingly drunken face. He smiles across the table at you and wrings his hands while you pick up your phone to check on those nonexistent messages. Maybe if you distract yourself enough you can ignore the feelings that are catching up to you tonight.

“Thank you for inviting me back over,” he says, reaching to the nearly empty bottle of saké to pour himself another shot. “I’ve... been wanting to talk to you."

"I’m surprised you didn’t blow up my phone.” It’s supposed to be a joke, but there’s a harshness in your tone that exposes a venomous bite beneath it.

He downs the shot and plants his elbows on the table, leaning forward on them. "I wanted to say it to your face."

“Oh, really?”

You don’t allow yourself to entertain the idea that he’s about to say anything groundbreaking, but you look away from your phone to meet those dark, twinkling eyes. Suddenly there’s hope in your gut. You’re desperate to put some distance between the feelings jumping to the surface.

“I’ve been a dick.”

“No shit.”

Though the fog of alcohol consumes his apology, his eyes focus on you with clarity. “I’m sorry.”

How long have you waited to hear those words? You never really thought about what you might say in response. His apology sits in the air between you for a moment before he speaks again.

“I’m really sorry. Namjoon is right. I am trying to be less of an asshole to you. We don’t…” he catches himself, “I don’t have a lot of close friends who are women.”

“You don’t say.”

That seems to cut through the fog. He hangs his head and focuses his gaze on the table.

“I never wanted to hurt your feelings.”

“Well, you did,” you mumble.

“I know... I’m sorry.” It’s like now that he’s said it once, he can’t stop saying it. He’s not sure how to make you understand. Maybe you do understand and you just won’t forgive him. Can he really blame you for that?

“Why?” you question; it’s the last barrier protecting your heart, the only thing keeping you from caving. “Why do you care now?”

Jungkook’s head lolls to one side as he sits back against his seat and stares at the nearly empty bottle of saké. “I don’t know. I guess I was thinking… I wish I had a save to reload. Before I messed up.”

It seems that’s the best you’re going to get out of him right now. The waitress sets down a beautiful platter of banana tempura meticulously arranged around a simple mound of ice cream, topped with a single cherry and drizzled with decorative chocolate. She places three waters on the table and you both take a moment to politely force smiles and pause your conversation.

He licks his lips and stares down at the plate and then back up at you. “Can we start over?”

“Depends. Are you gonna go back to being a dick when you’re not drunk anymore?”

“No, no. I mean it. I wanna try to be friends.”

“For real?” You swipe the cherry, pop it in your mouth and tilt your head to regard him. You can’t let yourself fully believe him. You want to. The earnestness in his drunken features charms you, but you hold onto a shred of disbelief as a crutch. You’ll wait for the moment he reverts. Hopefully this time you’ll be prepared for the whiplash that comes along with it.

“For real.”

You reflect on his apology as the pair of you dig into the dessert. “Maybe. Prove it.”

He perks up. He’ll take a maybe. Maybe means the damage he’s done might not be irreparable. The guilt weighing on his conscience feels lighter. It’s a start.

“I will. I’ll find some way to make it up to you.”

You roll your eyes, unwilling to put stock in his words. “Is this another bet with Hobi? About how quickly you can make me forgive you?”

Jungkook shakes his head furiously, wisps of wild black hair whipping his cheeks. “No, I mean it. I promise.”

You drag your lip through your teeth as you teeter on the line of acceptance. “What is a promise from a liar worth?”

He drops the flat of his palm to the table and he pouts. “Hey. I mean it…. Hm. If I break my promise…” His eyes scan the table for anything he can use to change your mind. He looks at his arm pressed against the table and then back at you. “You can choose my next tattoo.”

Your eyebrows rise into your hairline. “Really.”

He eagerly nods. “I’ll get whatever you want wherever you want. Just. Not my face.”

“I want that in writing,” you snort.

Jungkook glances around the table and pulls a napkin from under the plate of tempura. “Do you have a pen?”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to—”

“I’m serious.” He’s not taking no for an answer.

You shake your head and rummage through your purse to supply him with a pen. He smooths out the napkin he’s chosen to use as a conduit for his promise. When he’s finished writing he slides it towards you.

Princess

I’m sorry. I can make it right.

I promise. Please give me another chance.

If I blow it you can choose what & where my next tattoo goes.

As long as it’s not my face. Let’s be friends? #promise.com ♡ Jungkook

Of course he signed it with a heart. Despite his inebriation, his handwriting is still neat. Well, that’s one hell of a promise.

“Okay.” You fold the note and drop it into your purse. “We can try.”

His face lights up as he stuffs a piece of tempura into his mouth, happily chomping with his mouth wide open. He reaches for the saké but you slide a water in front of him instead.

“Friends don’t let friends get totally shitfaced at Hajime.”

He frowns at you but seems to accept your answer with a pout.

“Speaking of which… Where is Namjoon?” You crane your neck to look around the restaurant.

“Friday noodle nights common for you guys?” Jungkook asks, digging into the dessert between massive gulps of water.

“No, not really. We’re usually watching movies at my place or hanging with Hobi. But Namjoon wanted to take me out because I was sad,” you say, finally catching sight of your friend on the other side of the bar.

Jungkook’s chewing slows and he regards you with furrowed brows. “Sad?”

Before you can decide how you want to answer, Namjoon is scooting into the booth next to Jungkook and reaching for a piece of tempura. “Mmmm. What did I miss?”

“Y/N was telling me why she’s sad.”

Namjoon nods like he understands exactly what you’ve been talking about. “He’s a dick, right? Like how do you even stand someone up, not once, but twice? Makes no sense.”

“Joonie—”

“And I know what you’re gonna say, but I disagree. It has nothing to do with you or how you look, Y/N. You don’t need to workout like a maniac to try to change anything. Especially not for someone like Jason. I can’t even imagine—”

“Joon.” You click your tongue and slide a glass of water in front of him. “Please, shut the fuck up.”

As you glare at him, he looks at you with raised brows and wide eyes. Unsure what to do now that he’s obviously fubared the conversation, he casts his guilty gaze to his cup and brings it to his lips.

Jungkook stares at you with furrowed brows, trying to wait to let you fill in the blanks even though he’s itching to ask about everything. He picks another piece of tempura and stuffs it into his mouth, but when you remain silent the impulse to pry takes over. “Jason?”

“He stood me up…” you start, but you close your mouth when you realize you’re going to try to defend him. Your throat feels full, like you can’t get enough air through with a giant knot in it like this. You have to whisper so your voice doesn’t crack. “Twice.”

The couple drinking at the table nearby becomes a much more interesting place to rest your eyes than the two men across from you. Tightening your jaw doesn’t prevent the gloss from coating your eyes. Thinking about it makes you feel so stupid and desperate. Bending over backwards a thousand different ways to accommodate him couldn’t convince him to put in even a minimal amount of effort one time.

Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up in genuine surprise. “Twice?”

The hurt you feel in your chest scorches your cheeks until anger is filling your head like a teakettle ready to release an unhealthy amount of steam right in Jungkook’s face.

“That’s what I get for giving people second chances,” you snap as you focus back on him.

Joon says your name like it’s a warning but you don’t need it. You feel guilty enough for projecting your anger onto Jungkook with a petty one-liner.

“Sorry. It’s not your fault. I just…” Your throat closes around the rest of the words.

Before an uncomfortable silence can settle over the table, Namjoon inches the bottle of saké with his fingertips until it’s in front of him. “Dating is tricky. Jason sucks. It sucks that he hurt you. But you don’t have to twist yourself into whatever you think he wants anymore. And that…” He pours the pitiful remainder of alcohol into a shot glass and slides it towards you.“...is worth celebrating.”

Jungkook silently nods his head in agreement. It’s obvious you’re on the verge of tears and he doesn’t want to be the thing that pushes you over the edge.

A soft smile curls the corners of your mouth. “That’s true, but…” you slide the glass back towards him and steal the last of the banana tempura. “I can celebrate back at my apartment. Finish your water so you’ll be awake enough to join me. Both of you.”

Jungkook perks up and happily reaches for his water while Namjoon gives you a proud, yet confused look. It seems like a new start to something. What that is remains to be seen.

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Jungkook watches intently as the colors of the city shine through the windows. He runs his fingers over the soft blanket you keep in the backseat, mouthing the words to the song softly playing from your dashboard. Namjoon has been talking nonstop from the passenger seat, which is fine with Jungkook since he’s feeling a little tired. The last session of the day was a bit more intense than intended, but the client left happy and covered in sweat. A success. But Jungkook is sore and exhausted. Physically and socially.

A sense of relief floods him at the memory of his conversation with you. Things may actually be okay from here. Who would have thought crashing your noodle night with Namjoon could have yielded such results?

His head bobs to the music as his eyes wander across the scenery outside until he grows bored and they drift to the interior of your car. A graduation tassel swings from your rearview mirror as you turn. He follows the movement of the tassel when it swings towards you and his eyes land on your face, or at least what he can see of it from this angle.

You look focused and calm while conversing with Namjoon but your posture is a bit rigid and your hands remain planted on the steering wheel in complete control. There’s something about this candid snapshot of your persona that puts him at ease. Your voice is a soft contrast to Namjoon’s, but equally enthusiastic.

He tilts his head as he leans back in his seat, pulling the blanket over his lap and twisting the fabric around his palm. Your eyes flicker in the rearview mirror, catching his. He gives a tiny wave and rests his head against the cushion, fighting the temptation to close his eyelids for longer than a second. The more he listens to you laugh, the more he finds himself smiling. It’s goofy.

It’s also kind of cute.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Jungkook is surprised when Yoongi answers your knock; he thought he would be asleep. He’s even more surprised when you make yourself at home on his couch and guilt him with a puppy dog pout to make you a drink, and he complies. When Jungkook asks the same, Yoongi tells him there’s beer in the fridge while measuring out the ingredients for your cocktail. The suspicious sour ache of jealousy stabs his gut as he moseys to the fridge but he quickly shakes it off, settling on the floor in front of the tv with a beer in hand.

After a couple hours of drinking, laughing, and playing Jackbox games with the three men, you’re feeling much better about everything. Life is good. Friends are good. Alcohol is very good.

It doesn’t take much to get you drunk. You’re about as much of a lightweight as Hobi and for better or worse everyone has come to know that fact. What’s nice about drinking in Yoongi’s apartment is that you don’t have to walk very far to get home. Things don’t get awkward with the three of them together; it’s actually kind of nice, like a mini Saturday night pregame.

Soon Namjoon and Yoongi are snoring on the couch with a movie playing in the background while you stand in the kitchen with Jungkook. He pours another drink for himself, though he knows it will mostly likely remain unfinished. Tomorrow may bring a massive hangover, but tonight has been surprisingly pleasant. He feels like he’s finally on okay footing with you, maybe even on the road to serious repair. Amazing how well you get along when inhibitions are replaced by inebriation. If that’s what it takes, he’s determined to keep it up.

As he turns his back to place the liquor bottle in the cabinet by the fridge, you swipe a sip of the drink he’s concocted. He spins around in time to see you wrinkle your nose and stick your tongue out.

“Hey, that’s mine!” he pouts.

“Blegh. You can have it. Yuck!” Your face screws up again at the aftertaste.

He drunkenly giggles as he slides the drink closer to him. “What, don’t like sour?”

“Too sour!” You reach for the water bottle Yoongi gave you hours ago and attempt to rinse the puckering sensation from your mouth.

Amused, he tilts his head and watches you take gulp after gulp. He purses his lips and holds back the comment itching to escape, deciding to enjoy a sip of his drink instead. You shimmy out of your hoodie and tie it around your waist and his eyes lazily follow the motion of your arms, noting a slight difference in their musculature. Some errant thought about their shape leads him back to an earlier unaddressed comment that he’s finally comfortable enough to prod you about.

“What kind of workouts are you doing?” he blurts.

Suddenly you feel very exposed. You straighten in your seat and suck in your gut, hyper aware of every imperfection of your body on display to someone so in shape. You immediately begin to fidget with the sleeves of the hoodie you just tied around your waist.

“You don’t have to tell me. I just—” he pauses, exhaling a small breath and looking down at his drink as though he’s wary of continuing the thought.

“No, no it’s fine,” you assure him, too curious to say otherwise. “What is it?”

“When Namjoon said…” he sighs and takes a sip, smacking his lips and licking them before looking back to you. “I thought maybe I can prove myself to you by helping you come up with a plan.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You plant an elbow on the counter and lean on it.

“I want to,” he insists, reaching out for your arm.

His hand is like fire engulfing your skin and your eyelids flutter at the sensation. Instinctively you place a hand over his and rub your thumb anxiously over it. He looks down to where your thumb grazes his knuckles and then back up to your face with a surprised smile.

“Um… Everything,” you say, trying to sound as vague and nonchalant as possible so he doesn’t judge you for your lack of knowledge.

“Like, full body?”

“Uh...” You’ve managed to make a habit of going to his gym a few days a week while successfully avoiding him, but it seems that time is coming to an end. “I… machine.”

“Oh. Like at a gym? Did you join one?” He seems genuinely curious.

“Um, yeah.” Suddenly you pull your hand back when you realize the speed at which your thumb is moving.

“Which one?”

The more you say, the more suspicious you seem, but is saying less any better? Jungkook rests his elbow on the counter and simply looks at you but you don’t look back. A slow smile spreads his lips as the possibility dawns on him.

“Princess… Did you join Iron Kingdom?”

You puff your cheeks and force the air through the tiny opening of your mouth. You don’t offer any sort of confirmation and continue to avoid his gaze.

“And you didn’t tell me?” he playfully prods, drumming his fingers against your forearm.

“I… Yeah,” you admit, your voice small as you stare at the counter. “I didn’t want you to know.

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because?”

“I don’t want to give you another thing to make fun of me for.”

“I’m not gonna make fun of you.” When you don’t respond he tugs on your arm. The motion is enough to angle you towards him. “Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.”

“What?” you grumble, staring at your lap even as you face him.

He takes your hands in his and drunkenly waves them around. “Heeeeeeeey. Look at me.”

He pouts until you reluctantly drag your eyes to meet his. “What?”

“Everyone starts somewhere,” he says softly. “Even me.”

The shift in his demeanor catches you off guard and you subconsciously lean forward as you relax. “Well I started with Hwasa, but I was too sore to ask for another session with her.”

He nods sympathetically, clapping his hand over yours. “You should try again.”

You shake your head. “I don’t know. I feel like…”

“Like?” he prods when you let the silence trail for a bit too long.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you sigh. “I feel like I don’t belong there. I look so stupid reading the instructions on the machines. I don’t even think I’m doing it right.”

“What?” He makes a sound between a laugh and a grunt. “There’s nothing wrong with making sure you don’t hurt yourself. Nobody knows how to instantly do things. If they tell you they do, they’re lying.”

“Or they’re Namjoon,” you say with a roll of your eyes, glancing over at your snoring friend.

He smiles and clicks his tongue against his teeth in thought. “I didn’t know what I was doing when I started.”

“Really.”

You’re skeptical. It’s always seemed like he was born in a gym. Or maybe hatched. He’s kind of inhumanly gorgeous. Maybe he sprouted from a flower like a mythical god.

“For real. First time doing squats. I think it was gym class? Yeah, I was like twelve or thirteen. I was… not very athletic. Didn’t play sports or anything. Kind of shy. Didn’t really have a lot of friends either…”

The way he trails off makes your heart hurt. Puberty isn’t nice to most people. It’s hard to imagine a world where someone like Jungkook isn’t instantly popular and naturally fit. While you’re not exactly the same person you were at twelve, a lot of your interests and personality quirks have remained the same. You’re still painfully awkward at times. How did he manage to overcome something like that? Is it not ingrained in him like it is you?

“Just a big dork, you know?” He laughs. “I see this girl I had a crush on, Amber. She’s looking at me. I think I have to impress her. So I’m stacking up weight and I think I’m hot shit and go too fast. Know what happened?”

“Please don’t tell me you dropped it on your foot or something,” you plead, squeezing his palms at the way he’s building up the story. The secondhand embarrassment is too real.

“I hear a pop.”

“No!” you gasp, bringing your hands to your face as if you can stop the past from happening.

“And pain. So much pain. I don’t remember putting the weights down but I remember ending up on my back, staring up at the ceiling.”

“Oh no. Knees?”

“Worse.” He points down to his crotch. “Pulled a muscle in my groin. Had to sit the rest of the day with an ice pack on my junk. Was not fun. My point is: don’t give up. You learn more as you go. Give Hwasa another shot.”

His anecdote gives you pause but you’re desperate to cling to the comfort of your anxiety. “My free trial with her is almost up and I don’t think I’ll be able to afford to keep at it.”

“More excuses,” he teases, taking a sip of his drink. “At this point I should just—” His eyes widen, a lightbulb practically forming above his head as he puts his cup down. “I’ll be your personal trainer!”

“Uhh…”

“No, no. It’s perfect. We’re friends now.” He smiles, proud of himself for finding a way to prove himself to you. “I can teach you everything you need to know about working out. I can set up a plan for you and figure out the best way to help you achieve your goals. Oh, man we’re gonna have to figure out your goals. What do you—”

“Hold on. Hold on,” you interrupt with a nervous laugh. “You’re missing the part where I still can’t afford it.”

He rolls his eyes and grabs your glass, holding it under the sink to refill it. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll cover it.”

You’re stunned into silence as you observe the expanse of his back, searching the black fabric of his t-shirt for the definition of his muscles. He sets the cup in front of you, waiting for your agreement. When it doesn’t come, he second guesses himself. Did he overstep?

“I mean if you’re okay with that. Would-would you want to do that?”

The innocent drunken sparkle in his eyes makes your stomach do a flip. When you woke up this morning you hardly thought the day would include getting sloshed with Jungkook and having him offer to take you on as a fitness trainee. It’s like he’s opened himself up just enough for you to see the soft mess beneath. You like it. You like it a lot and you kind of hate yourself for it. While you don’t know if you can trust him past the evening, you find yourself hoping you can.

“You won’t make fun of me?” you ask timidly before bringing the cup of water to your lips.

“It’s my job not to make fun of you. We start where you’re at and go from there. And like I said, I’ll cover the fees for as long as you want. No pressure.” He smiles at you. “What do you think?”

“...Okay,” you murmur with a nod of your head. “If you’re serious, then I’m… I’m in!”

His lips part to expose his teeth as his grin spreads. “Yes!”

As he brings his hand up in a sign of victory, his knuckles knock against his glass. You reach for the cup with impaired reflexes, hands fumbling over the slippery surface in conjunction with his. The sour contents spill across the counter as the pair of you struggle to right the glass. While he’s quicker at getting the glass upright, your brain is faster at processing what to do next and you already have a paper towel in hand, wiping up the liquid as fast as possible.

Your eyes follow the spill to the edge of the counter where it’s flooded over the side. Acting on instinct rather than rational thought, you quickly press down where the liquid has begun to pool in his lap. As you fold the paper towel over, you rub frantically as if the action will keep the stain from setting into the fabric. He shifts in his seat and squeaks out a sound so small that you can’t actually tell whether it came from him or the chair.

It only dawns on you how inappropriate your actions are when you glance towards his face and find his wide eyes gazing back at you. His cheeks, already flushed from inebriation, seem twice as vivid and his mouth is parted slightly as though he means to speak, but he doesn’t. Maybe he doesn’t want to embarrass you, but it’s too late for that.

Your palm stills against his crotch as the shape beneath becomes clear in your mind. For a second you’re frozen, but your lips work quickly to mumble an apology. It feels like an eternity before you will your drunken fingers to release the paper towel. The clearing of Jungkook’s throat is followed by a tiny giggle, then a full on snort. A grin spreads across your lips and you soon follow him into a fit of laughter. You thank the universe for the small mercy of being drunk enough to push your embarrassment to the side for the time being.

“I wasn’t thinking!” you wheeze, tears in your eyes from laughing so hard. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’ll dry.” He laughs, dabbing his pants and shirt in the absence of your hand. As he stands he pulls the hem of his shirt away from his torso and looks down at it. “Really. It’s my fault I’m so…”

“Sticky?” You quirk an eyebrow at him, a blatant flirtatious action thinly disguised as a joke as you eye the blot of liquor staining the lower half of his shirt.

Both of his eyebrows raise and a mischievous smile curls the corner of his lips. “...Wet.”

You consider his answer with a pleased hum and turn back to the counter to polish off the last of your water. You’re friends now, right? It can’t be that easy. But it kind of is. So what’s wrong with a little harmless flirting between friends?

Drunk brain, who happens to be a notorious hoe, assures you it’s great. Rational brain might disagree, but she’s taking a well-deserved nap. You’ve at least had a good night. You’re not sure it matters at this point who is giving you the attention you crave. It feels good. So good, in fact, you’re sure you can indulge drunk brain a little more.

You’re drawn to the inky shapes swirling around Jungkook’s bicep as he wipes the counter down. Every time your eyes begin to focus on an object marking his skin with some kind of meaning, he moves and you lose it. It’s brush strokes, isn’t it? You’ve definitely seen a paintbrush and mountains and a knife surrounded by roses. A swathe of grey and purple connects to each one you’ve seen, but you know there are more.

Before you can blurt that you’re dying to know how many he has and how bad it hurt to get them, he turns toward the sink and begins to work his t-shirt up his torso. You watch in awe as the toned muscles of his back are exposed. The image of the bright phoenix does little to hide their definition.

Trying to will yourself to look away is of no use; he’s hot and you’re drunk enough to acknowledge that fact. Of course he peeks at you just as the shirt slips over his head to find you open-mouthed and dazed, ogling him as though there isn’t any shame in the world that could pull your gaze from him. He turns to the fridge to give you a moment to compose yourself, nabbing a water bottle from the shelf in the process. You’re clearly not ready for the way he quickly spins on the balls of his feet to face you.

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

Your fingers hang in the air suspiciously until you lazily drop them. But Jungkook dons a toothy grin and has the audacity to look shy. He mockingly shields his chest from you with the shirt clutched in his hands.

“Princess! Are you… checking me out?”

Somehow you don’t let the fire in your face turn your brain to ash.“Pfft, no.”

“What’re you doing, then?” he teases with a laugh as he sits, scooting his chair closer to yours.

“Counting,” you reply simply, brow furrowed in concentration. To drive the point home, you poke at his flesh everywhere you can make out an object drawn into its surface.

“How many?” he wonders, watching with cloudy, amused eyes.

“Mmm…” You trail your finger down his arm and back up, following the curve of the brushstroke around his shoulder. “Can’t tell if this counts as one.”

He shrugs and rests his head on his palm as he leans against the counter. “What do you think?”

You hesitate when he quickly quirks a brow.

“I think… A lot.”

“Definitely accurate,” he says with a grin.

Awkward laughter steers the pair of you towards your waters. The TV in the background provides enough noise to steal your focus; you’re grateful for the distraction from the attractive man beside you. Drunk brain is telling you to touch him again, to grab his hand, to feel the touch of someone just for the night, to ruin every good thing this night has started to rebuild between you. Anything to stave off the emptiness of your bed, the 2AM thoughts of failure, and the drunken desperation to find someone, anyone, who will fall in love with whatever image you happen to project on your dating profile.

Heart pounding wildly in your chest and blood rushing through your ears, your fingertips tap against the countertop as they inch closer to where his arm rests. Luckily your futile attempts at nonchalance go unnoticed. Jungkook anxiously turns his water bottle over in his hands, trying to gather words in his brain before freeing them from his mouth.

“So…” he begins.

You jump at the sudden sound and retract your hand while he’s not paying you any mind.

“I was thinking. About that guy…”

You wish you could at least pretend you don’t know who he’s talking about. You’ve vented plenty tonight, but still your heart sinks. Deleting Jason’s digital footprint from your life was simple and quick, but the feelings of rejection and disappointment that swirl in the back of your mind spill forward the longer his pause continues.

“I know this probably means nothing coming from me. But I just— I know you liked him, but you can do better.“

Your posture stiffens at his reassurance and you find yourself grateful he’s not looking at you. Do you deserve better?

“You deserve better,” he affirms, as if somehow aware of your internal struggle.

“Thanks,” you murmur with a distinct lack of enthusiasm as you stare down your glass.

It's cry hours, isn’t it?

Realizing you don’t believe him, he takes a deep breath and nudges you with his elbow. “Hey.”

“What.” You refuse to look up because you know you’re on the verge of an irrational stream of tears over some guy you hardly knew. It’s stupid and you know it. But the wet warmth coating your eyes tells you it’s coming regardless.

“I’m... sorry that you don’t feel like you do. Some people can’t get over the weight of their own shit. But that doesn’t mean it’s on you to pick it up for them. If they can’t even bother to carry themselves to meet you halfway, then they’re not worth the effort.”

It’s a perfect time for your heart to seize up and it takes the opportunity to do so. The advice he offers doesn’t stave off the tears, but it resonates deep within you. Namjoon said something similar. It makes you ache to hear it again from someone else. It just leads you back to the same questions you keep asking yourself. What’s so wrong with you that people don’t even want to try? Is it your personality? Physicality? Is it a lack of confidence? What is it?

‘I can’t even get a shitty guy to like me. Maybe I’m the one not worth the effort.’ You don’t dare say those words out loud. Pity isn’t something you’re looking for. A warm body to fill your bed maybe, but not pity.

“Sounds easy when you say it like that,” you murmur, trying in vain to will the tears not to fall. You’re quick to swipe at them and force a smile. “I guess I have trouble giving up on people. It’s not that I’m naive. I try to be realistic. But no matter how many times I get fucked over I just... hope for the best in people. I can’t help it.”

He pats your arm reassuringly. “That’s why you deserve better.”

If only it was as simple as hearing those words and magically being able to believe it. A big chunk of your confidence has crumbled away and there’s no clear path to restoration. As the warmth of his palm comes to rest against your arm, you place your hand over his and squeeze.

“I don’t know if I believe it,” you pause and thoughtfully add, “but thanks for saying it.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise and he offers a tiny, “You’re welcome.”

A shaky chuckle passes your lips. All of his features seem to soften the more you look at them. Maybe it’s the drunken gloss coating his big brown eyes or the way his lips slightly part as he looks back at you. The tightly coiled nerves in your belly urge you to unravel.

Although it's a subtle gesture, he licks his lips as he smiles and it practically seals your fate. If you don't leave now you're bound to do something you'll regret.

"It's late. I should sleep."

Or masturbate.

The speed at which you launch yourself from the seat is unpleasant. You're not sure what's worse: the dizzying vertigo or waves nausea sloshing in your gut. Jungkook's reflexes may be delayed but he's a steady mass of muscle the moment you reach out to steady yourself.

"Whoa. You okay?"

"Maybe," you mumble, finding yourself drawn to the heat radiating from his skin. Instead of walking away, slump down to rest your cheek against his shoulder and sling an arm around him. You might be drunker than you thought. "I don't know."

"Hmm. What do you need, princess?"

"Just wanna stop spinning."

His stance shifts to better accommodate the additional weight you press against him.

"How about you take over Yoongi's bed tonight," he suggests softly. "He's passed out anyway."

"No, I should go home." You peel your cheek from the warmth of his skin.

“You gonna make it there?”

“Yes,” you say indignantly. The world may be a bit wobbly right now, but you’re certain you can handle the short stroll down the hall.

"Okay.” He smiles, loosening his hold. As you step back your foot catches on the leg of the chair and it drags loudly against the floor.

Despite Jungkook’s attempt to keep you standing by grabbing at your arms, he loses his balance and he drops to his knees. The chair clatters to the floor before your ass does. Luckily his grip keeps your back and head far from impact, but you’re too cramped to be comfortable.

“Are you okay?” he asks. Those big, dark doe eyes of his are frozen in fear and a frown adorns his face. He looks so serious it’s ridiculous.

You can’t help but laugh, wiggling backwards to make space between his body and the heat steadily building between your legs. “I’m fine. Stop making that face.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” He sits back on his feet and tilts his head to the side in confusion.

He breaks into a fit of giggles when you dramatically mimic his expression. You roll back onto your elbows, making another ridiculous face to further mock him.

“No, no. It’s more like…” Jungkook takes the opportunity to lean over you, reaching with one hand to squeeze your cheeks to pucker your lips. You blow a disjointed raspberry at him before pulling his hand off to the side.

While the clamor of the fallen chair did nothing to rouse the men on the couch, the sound of Jungkook’s hearty laughter is loud enough to disturb the rhythmic snores of Namjoon.

Jungkook sits back on his heels and peeks over the countertop. He seems miles away, even as you sit up and scoot in to bring yourself closer. Laughter fades into a quiet hum as Namjoon’s snoring resumes.

You're lost in the abyss of his gaze as he turns his head to look back at you. All that remains in your brain at this point is a foggy desire to tug on the silky spirals of his ebony hair until he presses himself against you one more time.

Your hand settles for following the curves of his bicep instead, wondering how it might feel to be wrapped within his embrace. Some might say liquor makes you bold and stupid, and they're right. They should say it. But it also makes you feel invincible, like a goddamn glowing Mario star power-up.

"Princess?"

Enraptured, his eyes follow the motion of your hand as it slithers around his arm and squeezes. Unable to ignore the prompt, he answers with a flex against your palm. His ego swells when you shiver and noticeably hold your breath.

You know it's a mistake. You know it goes against all of your sober judgement, but you find yourself doing it anyway. It doesn't matter that you still harbor a grudge that holds your heart hostage. Drunk hoe vibes are taking the wheel. You’re tired, drunk as hell, and just want to feel wanted. And he's here.

Every fiber of your inebriated being is singing in unison: Why the fuck not?

Heartbeat pounding against your eardrums, you attempt to gauge his reaction as you lean towards him. It's hard to tell from beneath half-lidded eyes, but you think he's leaning towards you too. If he isn't you suppose you can always play it off like you're just a mess. It's not far from the truth. Focusing on the tiny freckle below his lip, you allow yourself to finally close your eyes and go for it.

But the universe isn’t here for your dumb boozy bitch mistakes.

The front door swings open with the sound of jingling keys dropping to the floor. It snaps you back to reality and you freeze, realizing there's no defense that will save you. Jungkook is quick to disengage, poking his head above the counter to acknowledge Hoseok’s presence with a wave. But his friend is completely enamored with the company he’s ushering towards his bedroom.

“Yeah, baby? How bad?” Hoseok whispers to the giggling girl wrapped around his arm.

He pins the stranger against the door to drag his tongue across her neck. Their bodies move rhythmically in a slow grind, a precursor for what’s likely to come. Jungkook purses his lips. How long until one of them notices him watching? It’s not until the girl moans Hoseok’s name softly that Jungkook spares a panicked look towards you.

Oh shit.

You gesture for him to get down before he draws their attention. The last thing you want to explain is why you’re on your knees in Hoseok’s kitchen with a very shirtless Jungkook standing close by. He obliges your silent request, squatting down beside you.

“Feel how hard you made me?” Hobi chuckles quietly.

The girl giggles, her voice growing closer. “You gonna fuck me right here or what?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Naughty girl. What if my roommate wakes up? Looks like he has a friend over too. You really want them to see what a dirty slut you are?”

You can hear her giggle as he directs her where to go, failing to keep his voice down so you hear every filthy thing he says after. Your hands fly to cover your mouth. Is your skin made of lava? You want to blame it on the close proximity to Jungkook, but the only thing you can imagine is Hoseok’s dick and the eager mystery woman about to be impaled by it. Can you scrub your brain of this memory? How are you supposed to look at him after this?

Jungkook watches your face carefully, trying his hardest not to laugh. Your eyes look so big he’s pretty sure they could roll out of your skull any second. Are you really so innocent? The way you cover your mouth says you are, but maybe it’s just the shock. Maybe you’re just trying to not laugh. Or scream. Or breathe? It kind of looks like you might pass out.

Are you gonna make it, princess? he wonders.

Once you hear Hoseok's bedroom door close, you fuss your hands over your hair and scramble to your feet, releasing a big exhale. The hushed words fall from your lips while you scurry away like a timid mouse. "I should go."

Despite being too far to make contact, he reaches out as you round the counter. "Wait—"

As soon as the word leaves his mouth he struggles to come up with the rest of his statement. There’s no reason to keep you here, except to maybe laugh a little about what just happened to smooth over any second-hand embarrassment. So why doesn’t he want you to go?

He swallows down the blank space caught in his throat and searches every last crevice of his brain for something of import to say. Guilt weighs his gut down, though there isn’t a clear cause. He’s probably screwed something up again without realizing it.

“Thanks for giving me another shot,” he says softly.

You breathe a sigh of relief and offer a tiny smile as you half turn, your hand already on the door handle. “Don’t blow it.”

He nods with a smile. “I won’t. Goodnight.”

“‘Night,” you mumble.

As soon as the door is closed you practically sprint down the hall to lock yourself within your apartment. Maybe it will also lock out all the mistakes your brain has made tonight.

The world feels colder now that you’re not pressed against the human-shaped heater that is Jeon Jungkook. Thinking about him makes your heart swell and ache at the same time. Regardless of how badly you wish you'd asked him to bed, you know loneliness is fleeting and guilt would be a far worse feeling to be saddled with.

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Jungkook picks up the fallen chair, finding your soft, worn hoodie draped over it. Rubbing a thumb over the material, he considers running it back to you, but he can't remember which door is yours. It's not like he's been here often enough to know. Instead he slips his arms through the sleeves before flipping the hood over his head.

He settles on the floor in the space he previously claimed for the night, pulling a blanket out from under Yoongi's ass. Yoongi rolls his head up, a scowl on his features though his eyes remain closed. He grumbles but lies down, facing the couch.

Jungkook regards his friend for a moment before deciding to drape the blanket over him instead of claiming it for himself. Jungkook rolls onto his side and fluffs the throw pillow under his head. As he watches the credits roll on the TV, he nuzzles into your sweater.

He closes his eyes, thinking of you. He knows he shouldn't linger on the little occurrences of the night, especially with how foggy his brain is. He can't trust anything about his memory.

Still he thinks of the way your fingers trailed along his arm and curled tightly around his bicep. He lets himself dwell on the tiny sound you made, the involuntary tremble of your body, and the subsequent hitch in your breath.

He smiles and inhales the subtle scent you've left behind. A new spark of adrenaline fans flames that inflate his ego, spreading warmth from his stomach up into his chest. The world may wobble around him right now, but the little magical warmth within his gut helps him comfortably drift off to dreamland like he's the world's most immovable object.

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kingsuckjin · 4 years

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Ungodly Beast

✞ Pairing: Devil! Jungkook x reader

✞ Genre: smut, slight horror, Jungkook devil au

✞ Warnings: blasphemous content, y/n can't have children (hints at IVF), impreg kink, dick size kink, tattoo kink, fingering (f), thigh riding, oral (m and f receiving), face riding, dom! jungkook , rough sex, manhandling, degradation (f name calling), choking, kook has horns black eyes and a forked tongue, overstimulation (f), pain kink, ruined orgasm and orgasm denial (f), daddy kink, choking kink

✞ Rating: 18+ (M)

✞ Synopsis: You were sure about this, sure enough to summon Satan himself. A baby all of your own was all you had ever wanted, it was all you had ever dreamed of, it was the only thing your life was lacking. But what price would you have to pay for it? You thought in the beginning that there was nothing you wouldn't do to have your wish granted, well…

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Your hands shook as you held the slightly burnt and stiff paper you had found on your nightstand. You didn't know if you were shaking because you were tired, in shock that it had worked, or you were afraid. It had taken you years to do this, so many things needed to summon him, so many hoops to jump through, you had almost given up. But as you held the paper in your hands, the solid proof in words that you had finally done it, your fear, shock and any other negative emotions turned to overwhelming joy.

"Tonight, meet me at the bar you like so much. You know the one."

The paper read so casually. You expected something more formal from an entity so powerful. It didn't matter though, tonight you were going to get what you had always wanted no matter the cost, no matter what the devil asked of you.

The only time he isn't looking at you since you had arrived was when he threw back a shot like it was water. You couldn't even explain how good he looked in his white dress shirt that was buttoned down a few buttons and black dress pants. He could’ve been just a man who had gotten off work and wanted a drink, but you knew better. There was something about him that was dark and sexy, maybe it was the shaggy wavy hair dangling almost in his eyes or maybe it was the tattoos that littered his body. Despite how gorgeous he was, everyone at the bar stayed away from him almost as if he couldn't see him at all. The more you looked at him the more you could make out a depth and duality of his appearance. He looked young but not too young, as if he could be someone's younger brother, a puppy like look. As he threw back his second shot you could see the sides of a black upside down crucifix on the side of his neck.

You had never seen him before, his shaggy wavy hair, his cold and cocky gaze, his beauty, yet you knew exactly who he was. You had spent years on this, only now to finally meet with him and be too scared to face him. You felt like a coward as you stared back at him. You felt so drawn to him as if he were silently beckoning you over to him with his dark but expectant looks, as if he already owned your soul. Maybe he did. You knew he had to already know why he was here.

You took a deep breath as if it were your last before you stood, trying to hide your knees shaking while he sipped on a second drink. His dark eyes ran up and down your body in a way that reminded you of a panther sizing up its prey. Your heart sped up at least two times faster.

As you sat down in the stool beside him, he turned away from you and faced forward and silently up two fingers to the bartender.

"What do you want from me? You didn't drag me here just to say you're a big fan, did you darling?" He still didn't look at you as he spoke, instead, he took the shots the bartender sat down in front of him and pushed one your direction.

"I- you- do people do that?" You couldn't help but wonder. You doubted someone would go through as much impossible hell as you did just to summon him to see him.

"Humans are curious creatures, and stupid. You'd be surprised." He threw the shot back and finally looked at you.

It took you a moment to realize he wanted you to do the same, so you did. You could've sworn that the burn of the shot going down your throat was more fiery than usual, but you were too nervous to think too much about it.

"How about instead of you telling me what you want, I guess what you want." He offered as he narrowed his eyes at you as if to try to gaze through you into your soul. You knew he already knew, you could feel he knew. You came to the conclusion that he just wanted to show his power in the form of a party trick. Even before he had wanted to show off what he could do, you felt more than ever that he was possibly the most dangerous thing in the universe.

"Okay." You agreed.

"You want a baby." His reply was so fast it almost cut you off. "Because you can't have children."

"Do you know everything about everyone?"

"Maybe I do." Was his vague reply before he gave you a smirk and slowly leaned in "What if I knew everyone's deepest, darkest desires, huh? Wouldn't that be something?" He gave you a wink as he pulled back and retreated, so there was more space between you.

"Is that really what you want? A crying, screaming, child that you are forever attached to, even after it's no longer a child?" He lifted a brow as if he could change your mind, you had summoned the devil for this, there was no changing your mind.

"Yes." Your answer was simple and firm.

"You maternal humans truly baffle me. There's really nothing you wouldn't do for your children."

You thought now of all the mothers who had possibly summoned him just to save their child. You felt a pit in your stomach as you wondered what they had to give him in return, perhaps their own souls, perhaps something worse.

"But if it's a baby you want, then a baby you shall receive." He reached over and put a tattooed hand over the top of your empty shot glass, and when he removed it it was filled to the brim with the same liquor as before.

You picked it up and threw it back as you felt just a little more brave than moments ago.

"And what do you want in return? My soul?" You asked as you set the glass back onto the bar and felt the burn of the liquid once again traveling down your esophagus.

You were nearly startled when he let out a loud, closed eyed cackle of amusement.

"Do I look like some silly, simple demon to you?" His gaze refixed itself on you, it became hard and stern, letting you know once again that he was above you, he held more power. "I don't deal in souls, I'm a go big or go home kind of guy, the king of all bad and every sin. Plus, hell needs no help roping in you silly mortals, you all fall into the fiery pit that I call home all on your own." His brown eyes flickered over your body once more "What I want is something I surprisingly can't receive in my world."

He looked you over once more, but this time his teeth caught his lower lip and tugged.

You stared at his mouth and felt your pulse quicken at the thought of him biting your lip just like that, or any part of your body really.

"I'll give you a baby darling, but I want it the carnal and mortal way. I only work, and you know what they say about all work and no play. It's not everyday I get summoned by…" he lifted a hand to your chin and let his thumb brush over your cheek "someone so.. in need."

You could feel the heat from his hand even after he had dropped it, it was as if he had burned himself into your skin but in the most gentle way possible.

"I promise to make it worthwhile. Those are my terms for now. Keep your silly soul."

Your mouth felt so dry, you swallowed to try to bring back the moisture to it as you mulled this over in your mind. You didn't expect the devil himself to offer to give you a baby. More so, you wondered what the baby would be, would it be more human or… him.

He tilted his head and his wavy dark locks fell away from his face, once again almost reminding you of a puppy.

"Something wrong? Not a good enough deal?" He questioned as if he were about to take it all back causing you to panic.

"No! No no, it's a good deal, it's amazing actually. But… it will be yours, right so…"

"It will be mine." He nodded. "Are you trying to ask if I want some form of visitation? I believe I've hinted at not liking screaming infants." He looked to mull it over for a moment "perhaps when he's older, if it's alright. I'd hate to be a dead beat dad." His smile was charming and very contagious.

"So… you don't do this often?"

"You think I have a bunch of bastard devil children running around? No. He will be my only one. Don't you feel special darling?"

"I-I um…" you didn't know what to say. Did you feel special? Yes. It was both enthralling and terrifying to know no one had ever gotten this chance before, but you couldn't help but wonder why you were the only one.

"Getting back on topic here," he began as he took on a more serious tone. "do you agree to my terms? Sorry, I have to ask for clarity. Is it a deal? Would you really do anything to have a baby of your very own?"

"Yes." You replied without hesitation. You had thought about it so many times even before summoning him, and there's nothing you wouldn't give to be able to hold a small piece of you, a life you created yourself.

"So be it." His words somehow held finality, but his smirk read of darkness. Something in your mind told you there was no turning back now.

"So, how does this work… do I drive? Do you want to-"

He cut you off with a chortle of a laugh.

"Come here." He beckoned you closer with a quick sideways tilt of his head and a mischievous smile.

You stood from the bar stool and took a step closer to where he was seated, nearly enclosing the space between you both. You stood between where his feet rested on the bars of the stool, right between his legs. He brought his face closer and closer to yours.

"Close your eyes." His whispered demand sounded almost like the quiet hiss of a snake, straggling, as if it were coiling around your mind, entrapping and pulling you closer.

Your eyes closed as you felt his far too hot breath on your lips.

The somber chatter of the not quite busy bar around you fell away.

"Just imagine you bring me home." He continued to whisper into the now surrounding silence as you did as he asked. You thought of taking him back to your place, quiet and dark.

"Just us in your bedroom… you ready to surrender to me, ready to make this baby."

As he spoke you felt a little disoriented for a moment, all light that filtered through your closed eyelids was gone, all sounds were washed completely away.

You let out a small gasp as you felt the heat of his fingertips move slowly up your upper arm to your shoulder.

"Eyes still closed? You're an obedient one, aren't you?"

You heard the creak of floor boards around you and you swore they sounded far too familiar. Your thought was cut off by his breath right in your right ear, the warmth sending goosebumps spread as fast as fire eats gasoline over your body.

"Do you want to open them now?"

As your eyes opened the first thing that came to mind was that you were definitely no longer in the bar. You were now in your dark room, just as you had imagined, facing your bed. You were home.

You heard him pacing around your room before stopping at the window that overlooked the city. You lived about twenty floors up and the city lights from outside was what was keeping your bedroom dimly lit.

"Rich girl, huh?" He gazed out the window casually with his hands clasped behind his back. "Let me guess, family was poor but became rich fast when you were young?"

Your mouth floundered at just how right but rude he was. Fortunately, he seemed to already know he was right, so he went on to ask you a question.

"Surely a girl with money like you can afford medical procedures to help make a child, right?"

"I've tried them all." Your response was quick this time "they just left me feeling sick and with even less hope. The doctors said it would take a miracle."

He let out a short, sarcastic laugh as he turned around and took slow strides towards you, eyes locked on you but he looked shockingly different.

Gone were his brown eyes, his eyes were now a solid black throughout, like two marbles made of polished obsidian.

Two textured yet smooth looking dark horns had grown from the top of his head. They reminded you of rams horns in the way that they twisted, curled and looped once.

You weren't scared however, intrigued and in awe mostly.

"It doesn't seem like you mind that I slipped into something more comfortable, human form is hard to maintain."

As he spoke all you could do was stare at the horns, they looked like they had smooth little bumps all over them.

"I don't mind." You told him quietly and he stepped closer until his body was just inches from yours, forcing you to look him in the inky eyes.

"You like it." He smirked with his accusation before ducking his head to the side of yours to whisper in your ear "Well that's not all of me I think you'll enjoy.

Your thoughts ran wild as you imagined what body parts he could be talking about and what they might look like.

He moved his face back to where it was just mere millimetres from yours, grazing his soft lips over yours in a half kiss before raising his hand to gently cup your cheek before connecting his lips fully.

Your lips drank from his as if it was the only water in a desert, an oasis.

His mouth refused to let your tongue in, like the gates of heaven that you'd never get into now.

He took you by the forearm with his free hand and led you, eyes closed, mouths attached.

When his lips came off of yours, you heard your bed springs sink in so you opened your eyes. He sat in front of you on the edge of your bed looking up at you.

His hands went to the bare part of your lower thighs, running them up to your hips, bunching up the material of your dress until your lacy black panties were revealed to him.

"Please get out of… this." He let his hands and material fall before yanking on the hem of the fabric, as if he were a confused child trying to determine where to begin on a puzzle. While earlier you might've nearly been fooled into seeing a soft quality about him, you still hadn't been. This was the only real moment so far that you had seen him for anything other than what he truly was, a horned beast, the opposite of almost that is good in the world.

You reached for the zipper on the dress concealed at the side and pulled it down. He watched as the cloth fell away from your body to the ground. You leaned over in only your dark sheer underwear to help get your heels off when he made a demand.

"Sit on my knee darling, face me." He sounded so strong and sure that any piece of nervousness or humility you thought you had seen in him moments ago, was crushed and burned to ash.

You did as he asked and straddled his still dress pant clad left knee. It didn't seem good enough for him however, because he placed his hands on your back and pulled you into him in one swift motion until your chests touched.

He pressed his lips back to yours as his hands drifted down from your back to your hips, harshly grabbing fists full of your flesh in his hands.

You let out a shaky breath into his lips as he guided your hips, forcing you to grind your already sticky core and throbbing clit against his hard muscular thigh.

"So needy." He mumbled into your skin as his lips moved to your neck "I'm not disappointed. You like the way my body feels against yours?" He continued to move your lips against his leg, taking full control of the situation and you.

"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you." He whispered making you clench around nothing and wish he was buried inside of you already. "I can hear your little mortal heart beating as fast as a hummingbird's wings. So fragile you humans."

"I'm not." You painted as you moved your hips on your own now, trying desperately to get yourself off in the only way he was allowing.

Your response earned you a quiet doubt filled chuckle from him. You knew for a fact you were fragile compared to this all powerful being.

“Is that an invite for me to hurt you? Hm?” he squeezed your ass hard in his hands and a weak whimper of a moan left your mouth.

He released the flesh of your ass he was harshly grabbing only seconds before you felt a slight sting of a slap in the same spot.

"Answer me." He let out his demand through what sounded like clenched teeth.

"Yes. Yes please. Please hurt me." You begged as he went back to controlling your hips, pushing you down harder onto his muscular thigh.

"That's all you had to say, darling." He whispered over your repeated moans. You were coming so close, so fucking close, when he stilled your hips and unhooked your bra. The moment the garment it carelessly hit his lap before falling to the floor, his very warm mouth was wrapped around a nipple. His wet tongue toying with the hardening bud felt so good you almost didn't notice… something felt different about it.

You let out a gasp the moment the thought crossed your mind. You could almost swear he had two tongues.

You had to know what the hell was going on in his mouth so you lifted his head by pulling at the back of his hair until his mouth came away from your tit with a slight pop.

You daringly kissed him hungrily, shoving your tongue into his mouth curiously searching for his. When you found it you used yours to explore his, and your answer about his tongue sent a slight tingling through you.

His tongue was forked, split in two at the middle.

Just as you figured his little secret out he broke the kiss.

"Find something you like?" He seemed to tease.

"Maybe." You didn't know if it was the shots you had earlier or if you were just pretending he was human.

"Want to see what it can do?" His question caused a spark to ignite inside of you, giving birth to a roaring fire of bravery.

You pushed him backwards on the bed, or more so he let you push him. He seemed to like your little show of power because you could see a slight smile as you crawled up his torso, kicking off the last article of clothing that he had yet to strip from you, your panties.

He caught on quite fast and helped guide you with his hands on your hips until they hovered right over his face. He hooked his hands over your thighs and pulled you down lower onto his face.

You sucked in a breath as you felt his forked tongue wasted no time in roaming your folds, teasingly avoiding your clit. You needed more and tried to rock into his face but the grasp he had on your thighs was strong.

You looked down at him between your legs and he cocked an eyebrow up at you, seeming proud of himself for teasing you.

“Please, please, please, I- I need more.” you begged, but his tongue continues to avoid any place that could get you off.

He put his hands flat on your back, lifted you up and laid you down on your back, switching your positions in a fraction of a second.

You were momentarily surprised by his strength, only because you momentarily forgot he was inhuman.

All was forgotten again when he used both sides of his tongue to play with your clit. You were so distracted by his odd tongue and the indescribable feeling of it, that you didn't even notice that he had slipped two fingers into you. It wasn't until he curved them and hit your g-spot with just the right amount of pressure that they were inside of you at all.

You were writhing under his movements, jerking your hips into his mouth. You were trying so hard to reach your high.

You looked down at your legs splayed, his mess of dark wavy hair and horns moving along with his mouth.

His black eyes met yours for a moment, but he didn't stop, instead he closed them and worked his tongue and fingers harder.

"Oh God-" you felt it coming, just as you braced yourself with your hands bunching your sheets, he pulled away from your body entirely and sat up on his knees. He watched your face go from ready, to surprised to disappointed, all while a smirk spread across his own.

"Fuck you-" you caught yourself and remembered you didn't know what to call him "Satan?"

As unbuttoned his shirt and stunned you with his perfectly carved abs, he spoke

"You know what would be fun?"

He threw his dress shirt to the floor before undoing his pants and sliding those off as well.

He now sat on his knees in black boxer briefs, between your still spread thighs, palming the biggest erection you had ever seen, even in the dark like this.

You were far too busy admiring his body and the show to respond.

"If you called me daddy." He dropped down on all fours over you "Might as well, right?" He was right in your face, words sounding like a growl.

"I-" Your voice trembled as you looked him dead in the dark eyes. Within an instant his hand was on your throat while the other held him up over you.

"Did I ask?" His teeth were clenched, maybe harder than he clenched the sides of your neck to restrict blood flow.

You let out a quiet moan and that seemed to fire him up. He pushed his still clothed cock against your bare core before shoving his tongue into your mouth for just a moment.

"If you want me to put a fucking kid in you, you're going to do and say what I want you to."

"Yes."

He dipped his face into your ear as he eased the hold on your neck.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, daddy."

"That's right bitch." His tone was sinister but so delightful, you could feel it throughout your body raising goosebumps across your skin. It was as if your body was telling you something was just wrong but your brain was begging for him to fuck you in its hyper turned on state.

His mouth was back on your lips.

"Do you feel my big cock ready to ruin your pretty little pussy?" He asked as it rubbed between your folds, the fabric of his underwear creating friction on your clit.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes daddy." You noticed you were already panting and sweating, maybe it was from how warm his body felt against yours, maybe it was from all the need coursing through you.

"Tell me how badly you want me to fuck a baby into you." He demanded as he managed to get his underwear down and off. You didn't have to look down to tell how big his cock was, you could feel the girth of it against you.

Your hands now roamed his muscular back.

"I want it so, fucking, badly. Give me a baby." You purred out your answer but it seemed like a pathetic attempt at being sexy compared to all that he was.

You let out a little squeal of surprise as he pulled at your hair, yanking it back so your neck was exposed.

You could feel his warm breath ghost over it.

"You'd have to be a real special kind of dumb whore to want a baby with the devil, Yeah?" You could hear the smoke in his voice before you felt not just his warm lips on the sensitive skin of your neck, but his teeth too.

"Maybe your mama should've taught you not to play with the devil." He murmured after releasing the pinched skin between his teeth.

You shuddered at the feeling and his words.

You felt his cock rut along the outside of your soaking slit teasingly.

"Maybe that's just the kind of thing I'm into."

He let out a soft pleasured hum either from your statement or from his now sickened cock rubbing against you once more.

"You know what? I like you." He almost sounded to be taunting you further. Someone like him would never like a mortal like you. He was the devil, he probably didn't like anyone. Still though, his words made your heart flutter, right up until he shoved the head of his cock inside of you making you gasp at the suddenness.

He grabbed a hold of your hair once more and his solid black eyes looked into yours as he slowly sank deeper into you. His cock was thicker than you had thought, and longer too, you wondered when it would end or if he was just planning to impale you with it.To take him, your nails dug down into the only thing that made him seem human, his flesh until he had bottomed out against your cervix. You waited for him to move for just a moment, for him to slam into you, but instead he sat up vertically and grabbed your hips.

As if you weighed nothing to him, he pulled you fast and hard down onto his dick. Pleasure shot through you along with the pain of his size stretching you.

He looked down at you and your mouth that was dropped open in awe of him. You took him in, his rippling muscles, his twisting horns, the smirk on his face and all you could think was fuck as your cunt clenched around him at just the sight of this beast, this king, the man just as important as God himself.

He pulled your hips back and you knew what was coming, but the moment he slammed you back down onto his cock, he kept going, fast. He was using you to fuck himself, you were nothing but a rag doll right now to him, but the thought of that only made him relentlessly pounding you feel even better.

His low, throaty groans and moans were just an added bonus to the raw, unbridled sounds of his skin slapping against yours.

"Oh my fucking go-"

"Don't fucking say it." He growled at you "don't you fucking call his name when the devil is balls deep in your cunt."

You hadn't even realized what you were about to say, you were already so fucked out of your mind.

When he stopped you were worried you had actually offended him, you were worried he would stop and call the whole thing off.

He put your legs over his shoulders as he came back down over you, face to face, bending you in half with your knees against your body. His black bangs dangling in his face, black eyes peering through them, his hand going back around your throat.

He abruptly began fucking into you again, but faster as he squeezed the sides of your neck with his fingers.

"Who do you fucking belong to?"

He was so deep inside of you and you felt so light headed that it was hard to control the moans that left your mouth. "Say it, fucking say who's whore you are."

"Yours." You squeaked out and he let up on the pressure of your neck just as you came hard around every inch of him that he was making you take.

"that's right, show me, don't just tell me." He seemed amused by how your body responded to him, legs twitching on his shoulders, fingers digging into your sheets, eyes fluttering, mouth gasping.

As soon it was over you felt another one coming on, he wouldn't slow down, he wouldn't stop, his stamina seemed to be inhuman too. He was fucking you so hard you swore he was about to break your bed, or would by the time he came.

"You going to cum again? Desperate for that needy little pussy to be filled up with my cum?"

"Please" You whined, confirming to him your desperation.

"Cum." He commanded. "Do it whore, earn my cum."

You didn't know if you could, you felt exhausted and drained.

"You want me to fuck a baby into you? Want me to fill you up, pump your guts full of my cum?"

"Yes please yes." You begged feeling closer now.

"Your greedy pussy needs to milk every fucking drop of my seed, I'll fuck you nice and deep and fuck it into you so you can get pregnant."

His dirty talk combined with his actions of grinding deeply into you detonated your orgasm.

"Fuck, that's it. Fuck I'm going to fill your cunt so full." He babbled.

Just as you thought it couldn't feel any better, you felt spurt after spurt of his cum fill you. It felt too warm to be human, it tingled in the weirdest way.

You watched his face as his jaw went slack and he let out a long hoarse moan. He gave a few more thrusts before sitting up still inside of you.

His head hung down and you thought maybe he was trying to catch his breath until you realized you were the only one breathing heavily.

He let out a very short laugh before pulling out of you carefully.

You reached for a pillow by your head to prop up your hips to keep from letting any of his cum dribble out before covering yourself up.

He was already halfway through getting dressed when you looked at him, you swore you could see a smirk on his face as he buttoned his shirt.

For a moment, and a bit too late, you thought about asking him to stay over, but you realized that would be silly.

Your eyes watched him until he was fully dressed and standing at the foot of your bed.

You saw his face now and knew for a fact his smile was sinister.

"I wasn't joking when I said your mom should've really warned you about me."

You felt like he knew something you didn't and you were confused.

"What?"

"You're not the only dumb bitch in your family you know. Mama came to me poor and hungry, pregnant with you."

An unsettling feeling had reached its peak inside of you.

"She begged me to make her family rich so her daughter could grow up right. I agreed, but I always take something. Guess what I took?" He chuckled coldly.

As the answer hit you, you felt like sobbing, but your body just couldn't.

"Ever wonder why you couldn't have children even though you were perfectly healthy? Ever wonder why all those expensive treatments never worked? But don't worry, I'm giving you what you want. Good luck with my child, don't even try to hurt him. I'll be back in five years to take him."

You felt devastated and furious all at once, you went to speak but he interrupted with a fake pout.

"What? Not fair? Your mother said that too. I only agreed to let you have a baby. You're lucky in giving you five years with him." His smile turned sickeningly charming "just enough time to get attached. You really shouldn't make deals with the devil you know, but I guess it's far too late for that, even a generation ago."

He was standing there one moment and gone the next, leaving you as alone and crying as hard as you ever have, even harder than the time you found out you couldn't have children.

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serenemystery · 1 month

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Hello! I’m Serene! I’m 24, and I’m Kinda New to posting on Tumblr. I usually publish on Archive, but I thought it would be Fun to take Submissions!! I’m in a LOT of fandoms, so I will try my Best to fulfill your Guys Wishes. I will list my top Three Fandoms Below!!

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venusiangguk · 3 years

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gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 9.9k um?

>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists

>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !!

>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.

Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”

When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.

“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”

Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”

Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”

“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”

“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.

Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.

A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.

His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”

“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.

Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”

“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”

Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”

Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.

“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants.

Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.

“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

okie

wanna have sex instead of helping me study

me:

yeah but im not gonna

just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

🙄

When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.

“You think she’ll be down?”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”

Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.

“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”

Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.

“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”

Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.

“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”

As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”

Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?

“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.

~~~

Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.

“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.

His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.

“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.

He groans. “I- am just thinking.”

“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.

The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing.

He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about.

Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”

You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”

Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.

You pout. “What?”

Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.

With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.

“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.

“Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile.

“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself.

You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.

He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.

You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”

He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.

He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”

Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.

“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side.

He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.

“When did you want to? Tonight?”

He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.

You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm.

“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.

Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.”

His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”

He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.

“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.

He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”

~~~

A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.

Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts.

You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.

“Which one do you want?” You ask.

“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.

Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar.

“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night.

“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.

Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.

Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”

The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.

“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”

He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.

You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”

A side glance. “Not yet…”

You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.

“Uh, not that one.”

You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.

“No.”

You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.

“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.

He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”

He pauses.

“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?”

Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.

You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”

He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”

“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”

You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.”

“We need the harness now.”

You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found.

“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.

“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists.

“Let’s not.”

“Koo.” You say giving him a look.

He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.

He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.

The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.

You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”

Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”

You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”

He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”

You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.

“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.

Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”

Jeongguk gapes at the ‘nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going.

With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.

Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.

“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.

It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.

“He’s cute.”

You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”

Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”

You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”

He shrugs. “Don’t care.”

“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”

He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.

There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.

“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”

“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.

“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”

He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.

“Baby, we have lube at home.”

“But do we have enough?”

“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”

He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”

Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.

After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”

“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.

You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later.

“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.

Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.

When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.

“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.

“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.

You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”

He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.

You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.

“I love you.” You smile.

He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.

It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer.

You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.

“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.

You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”

He shakes his head. “Always about you too.”

Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.

“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.

He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”

He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.

You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace.

“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.

“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.

When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”

You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.

You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.

“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.

You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.

You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.

“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”

“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…”

He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.

He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”

“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad.

Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”

He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.

You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.

“Want some?”

He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!

He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?

“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.

You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all.

“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”

You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.

“More,” He begs.

You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.

When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.

“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.

You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.

“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”

With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.

“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls.

You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”

Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”

Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over.

Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.

“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.

Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene.

“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand.

He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.

When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.

It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.

You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.

While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.

Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.

“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”

You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.

You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.

“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.

You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?”

He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”

Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.

You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.

“Cold.” He says.

“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.

“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.

“Tell me to stop if you need to.”

He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath.

“You okay, baby?” You check in.

“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”

You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.

“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.

He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.

He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.

“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.

“You c-”

“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.

When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.

“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.

He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.

“Well, your butthole is pretty.”

He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.”

He sounds so wistful and just ready.

But you’re not.

You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.

“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.

He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.

“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”

You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.

Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd.

He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it.

“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.

He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.

He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.

He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.

You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.

You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.

“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.

Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.

Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.

You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether.

You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.

“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.

“Yeah.” He says softly.

He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you.

“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.

You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.

“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”

You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed.

“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.

“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.

“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.

You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.

You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up.

“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.

With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.

“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone.

“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.

Point taken.

Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.

A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.

You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.

“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.

He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.

“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.”

He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.

You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair.

He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.

You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock.

He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.

You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”

He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”

The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.

He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.

He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.

“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.

He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.

“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.

Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, wanna.”

He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room.

The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.

“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”

You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”

He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum.

It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.

He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.

“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.”

He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.

You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”

Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.

“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow.

“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”

He grunts in response.

Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.

When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly.

“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.

Another grunt.

Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.

“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”

His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.

You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.

“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”

He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.

“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.

He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”

You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both.

You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is. But he still winces.

“How bad is it?” He mumbles.

You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.

He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”

You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.

“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.

You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.

“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.

“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.

You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.

“I’m so tired man.”

“I bet man.” You tease.

He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.

“Yeah roll over.”

It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.

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ego 07

summary⇢ what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way. pairing⇢ jungkook/reader word count⇢ *stares into the camera like i’m on the office* ...16k rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | humor | college!au | fuckboi!au | fratboy!au warnings⇢ sexual content, drinking/smoking/partying, jungkook got a nasty mouth (but we been knew so 🤷🏽‍♀️), oral (female receiving), fingering, everybody gets salty for one reason or another, hurt feelings, yoongi is,,frankly,, appalled

a/n⇢ remember how this was supposed to be part of chapter 6? LMAO i got jokes 🤣 but whatever, we made it! thank you to everyone for sticking with me and i hope you find it worth the wait 💜lucky number 7!! 🗣🗣LET’S GOOOOO 🗣🗣 *in my UGH! voice*

this chapter is dedicated to @infinitehobi for talking me down from the proverbial ledge one night 😩 you a REAL one 🙌🏾 mood is this. hope you enjoy!

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You spent longer than you technically needed to in that bathroom, trying your best to regain your bearings. To slow the heartbeat drumming in your ears into something that made it easier to ignore the way your body was still tingling.

Because everything was fine. Had it only just occurred to you that getting into the same bed as Jungkook would not be the same as getting into the bed with Namjoon? Yes, because you were a dumbass. But you were also a drunk dumbass, so it was totally reasonable for you to be acting like a jittery virgin on prom night.

You let out a long breath, rolling your eyes at yourself. Because fucking again with the prom analogy. This was not prom and you were not a virgin and frankly your virginity had absolutely nothing to with anything at all because all you were about to do was get in bed and go to sleep. Next to Jungkook. In the same bed as you.

Everything is fine, you reminded yourself through the haze of liquor. Chill. Stop making it weird and go the fuck to sleep.

You couldn’t help the grounding breath you took, suddenly scrutinizing your choice of nightwear with new eyes. In general, it wasn’t anything too risqué—just a t-shirt advertising your university’s Segway club that you had swiped off a table for free during freshman orientation week and a pair of sleep shorts. You hadn’t thought twice about said shorts when you had stuffed them in your bag earlier that day, but now you found yourself inspecting their length in the mirror, wondering if the healthy stretch of thigh they showcased was too much.

It doesn’t matter anyway, you reminded yourself, shaking your head of the lingering thoughts. You didn’t bring anything else and it doesn’t matter because everything is fine. GO TO BED.

Distractedly slinging your dress over your arm, you opened the door before your drunken mind could talk itself through more loops…and almost immediately regretted it when you were greeted with the sight of Jungkook’s back, golden and bare. You had caught him while he was in the process of taking his shirt off, one of his arms still in encased in its designated sleeve, and at the sound of the bathroom door opening, he looked over his shoulder at you, muscles rippling beneath his skin at the movement.

For fuck’s sake.

“S-Sorry.” Your eyes averted to the ceiling, partially to preserve his modesty, but mostly to preserve your senses. Seriously, what was your problem? It was just Jungkook.

“For what?” Just Jungkook asked, prompting your gaze to drift back to his form. He was looking back at you, the corner of his mouth quirked in light confusion. His dress shirt and tie had been tossed over the chair by the window, leaving him in a pair of low-slung pajama pants. Christ, you could count his abs from here.

You huffed out an irritated exhale. “Nevermind. Which side do you want?”

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

It didn’t matter to you either, so you headed for the side closest to you, pausing along the way to hang up your dress (because unlike other people in the room, you were civilized and you didn’t want it to wrinkle). You started to pull the covers back, but couldn’t help but pause when you noticed your date doing the same. “Jungkook. Where are your pajamas?”

He looked down at himself confusedly. “These are my pajamas.”

Your eyes drifted across his naked chest. “Where is your…” You stopped yourself, looking pointedly away. You know what? It didn’t even matter. It didn’t even matter that his pecs looked firm enough to beat like bongos. Who cared if he put on a shirt or not? Didn’t matter one bit. Nope. So you just shook your head and shuffled under the covers, dead set on ignoring the way his dusky nipples pebbled as the air conditioning kicked back on.

Jungkook reached over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand, and suddenly you were enveloped in complete darkness as your eyes slowly adjusted to the dim, barely-there light peeking through the curtains from the street lamps outside. You stared in the direction of the ceiling, all of your other senses on high alert now that your sight was essentially taken away.

The bed started to dip a bit before you felt him pause. “Are you cold? I turned the thermostat down, but I can turn it back up if you want me to.”

“Are you kidding me? My favorite part of staying in a hotel is blasting the air conditioning and climbing under the covers,” you scoffed. “That, and how there’s always this very light, lingering smell of chlorine in the hallways even when there is no pool.”

“Cool,” he replied, and even though you couldn’t see more than the shape of him as he climbed into bed, you could hear his smile.

For a few moments, you were both silent, the sheets ruffling a bit as Jungkook got comfortable on his side of the bed. Said bed was big enough that the two of you truly didn’t have to touch unless you wanted to, and though you definitely found that fact reassuring, your fingers twitched with curiosity. Stupid monkey brain encouraging you to hop on the closest dick. Stupid tequila.

Jungkook softly, but audibly inhaled, like he was gearing up to say something of importance, and it jolted you out of your increasingly thirsty, introspective thoughts. You looked over to his shadowed form, weirdly on edge as you waited.

In the end, he merely shuffled on his side, turning away from you. “Goodnight, noona,” he murmured.

A feeling slowly trickled through you, and you cleared your throat when you realized that it was not unlike disappointment. “Goodnight.”

Minutes passed in silence, and it took you a bit to realize that you were staring at his back, contemplating the broad pane of skin as if it held all the answers to questions you didn’t even know you had. It was the rhythmic slowing of his breathing, paired with the warm weight of the comforter, that finally lulled you to unconsciousness.

You had always been a bit of a light sleeper, any disturbance to your surroundings—someone mowing their lawn or talking on the phone or shutting a door too forcefully—able to rouse you into disgruntled consciousness. Alcohol from the night before had dulled your senses for a few, blissful hours, but in the end, nothing could stop your subconscious from always being on high-alert. This time, it was excess warmth and movement that made you stir.

For a few moments, you stared at the wall blearily, your brain slowly trying to regain its bearings and figure out what had disturbed you. You blinked, trying to dazedly put the pieces together. To remember where you were, why this situation felt familiar. And then something behind you shifted.

You froze, your drowsiness rapidly disappearing as you started to realize what was going on. There was hot breath gracing the crook of your neck, a heavy arm slung around your waist.

Something hard pressed to your form with intent, making you reflexively swallow.

It may have been a while since you had been in this sort of situation, but even barely-lucid you could recognize the feeling of morning wood poking you in the ass.

Your breath started to quicken as it all came back to you. Jungkook. You were at the Beta Tau formal with Jungkook, in the same bed as Jungkook. And you were fairly certain that that was Jungkook Jr. trying to sneak its way between your cheeks. What.

As if he could sense your mounting alarm, the man behind you began to stir, audibly inhaling deeply from his nose and shuffling beneath the sheets. He hummed sleepily, stretching his legs one by one and nuzzling a little further into your skin. The muscled arm around you unconsciously pressing you closer to him.

And then you felt him still, posture suddenly ramrod-straight. Slowly, his face pulled away from your neck, the arm around you slackening.

He was awake. He was awake, and pretty soon he was going to find out that you were too.

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping against all hope that you could avoid the awkward conversation the two of you were about to be forced to have. Attempting to smooth your expression into one of ignorant unconsciousness as adrenaline pounded through you. Your eyes were closed, but that didn’t stop you from feeling his close proximity as he gingerly leaned over you to scope out your face.

Sleep, sleep, sleeping, you were sleeping, the shrill voice in your head reminded you as you belatedly remembered that you needed to breathe to keep up your ruse. There was an extremely-long moment of silence where Jungkook observed you and you pretended you were completely unaware that he was doing it. Finally, what could only be described as a relieved sigh left his lips, and then the heat of him was gone.

Your body sagged into the sheets. God, they should give you an Oscar for that one.

“Really?” he muttered to himself, rolling away from you. “Fucking really gonna do this now?” The bed shifted, and when you heard shuffling by the window, you knew he had gotten out of bed. You waited a few more moments before pretending to wake, yawning exaggeratedly and popping your head up. Jungkook, now on his way to the bathroom and therefore right in your line of sight, froze like a deer in the headlights. His hair had been mussed into awkward disarray throughout the night, and you would have found it cute if you weren’t two seconds away from triggering your fight or flight response.

Neither of you said anything at first, just merely looking at each other. You swiped your tongue over your dry lips, not noticing the way Jungkook swallowed in response. “…Good morning,” you offered.

“Morning,” he replied, tone a tad too high.

You raised an eyebrow at that. “Is everything okay?” you asked, happy that your own voice was still too thick with sleep to give you away.

“Fine!” he cut in, much too quickly for things to be fine. Despite that, if you hadn’t already been privy to the…problem he currently had, you likely wouldn’t have noticed the way he was using the clothes he had apparently grabbed from his bag to hide his crotch from your view. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m just gonna hop in the shower first, so you can go back to sleep if you want to.”

You paused, but ultimately shook your head. “Nah, I’m awake now. Plus, doesn’t this place have complimentary breakfast? I think I’m gonna go scope it out.”

“S-sounds good. I’ll meet you down there.” With one last nervous smile, Jungkook booked it into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and leaving you alone.

It was quiet then, the silence only cut by the sound of water running through pipes as your runaway roommate turned the shower on. Sighing, you sat up, still scrambling to get your bearings. Had he been the one to cross the invisible bed barrier…or had you?

A quick scan of where you were currently laying made you snort out a laugh. It appeared that technically, you both had somehow migrated towards the middle—with you a smidge more over the line than he was. Huh. Well, no harm, no foul. You hadn’t been lying when you had said that you liked cuddling under the covers in cold rooms, and you couldn’t be faulted for what you did while unconscious! Jungkook neither! Morning wood was perfectly normal and healthy and part of the REM cycle and—

Your looked back at the shut bathroom door, thoughts unable to stop drifting towards what you knew with certainty he was doing in there. It was only after a few seconds of you being lost in your wandering thoughts that you jumped, realizing what you were actively thinking about. NOPE, you mentally repeated like a mantra, shaking your head and scrambling out of bed. NOPE. See, what you weren’t going to do was that. Nope, nope, NOPE.

Frazzled, you rooted through your bag for the t-shirt that was provided for you to wear today and a pair of shorts. After dressing in record time and wrangling your hair into a ponytail, you hauled ass out of there.

The room where the hotel hosted breakfast was already filled with a decent amount of people wearing neon-purple BTS shirts when you got there, everyone filling their plates with carbs to either repair damage done the night before or to prepare for the day ahead. A quick scan of the room alerted you to Yoongi, already posted up right next to the giant coffee thermoses and blinking sleepily, as well as Namjoon and Lisa, heads suspiciously close as they sat at a table alone.

Brows raised and intrigued by this new development, you made your way to the small buffet line, deciding to get food before you properly investigated. You ended up behind Seokjin, who already had his plate piled high. He turned his head as you approached, a relatively-long donut hanging out of his mouth, making a noise at you from the back of his throat in greeting as he slowly chewed and worked the pastry further into his mouth.

“Good morning to you too,” you snorted, shaking your head at his uncouth display, but unfortunately used to it. You grabbed a plate and started spooning scrambled eggs on it. “I’m assuming the food is decent?”

Seokjin let out an affirmative hum around his donut, tossing some sausage links on his near-overflowing plate. Your lips quirked in amusement as you focused on your own.

It started off subtly enough. When you reached for the sausage tongs yourself, you accidentally grabbed too many links—and, disgusted at the thought of moving food back into the tray after it had already touched your plate, you simply shrugged and let it be. Someone at your table would eat it. Probably Jungkook—that boy was a black hole.

But as you went along the line, unconsciously picking up other things that you knew Jungkook would eat—a mini box of Cocoa Puffs, his favorite cereal; an apple; a cheese danish—it started to only make sense to simply grab another plate instead of gradually overloading yours. So you did. One scoop of things easily morphed into two, and you soon found yourself even doubling back to the eggs and bacon, effectively walking over to Namjoon’s table with two breakfasts.

Lisa looked up at you as you approached, smiling in greeting. She was dressed similarly to you—the same mandated t-shirt as everyone else in the group, a pair of shorts, and her long, light-brown hair swept into a ponytail. However, unlike some bitches you knew, her look seemed like it was more intentional and less the result of escaping an erection. Actually, now that you thought about it, sis was smiling kind of hard right now. Maybe the very reason she looked way more put together in the same outfit as you was that, unlike you, she hadn’t tried to escape the morning erection. Your eyes slid over to Namjoon, whose focus was still solely on Lisa, a dopey grin on his face.

HUH.

Your best friend finally noticed your presence when you made to sit in the seat across from his. His eyebrows raised at your two plates. “Damn, what are you so hungry for? Your period isn’t supposed to be for two more weeks.” His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “And you don’t even like Cocoa Puffs.”

“First of all, fuck you. Maybe I’m just a fatass, ever consider that?” you retorted, skin heated at being called out. “But if you must know, one of these is for Jungkook.”

“Jungkook, huh?” He looked at you slyly. “You never make a plate for me.”

“Last time I checked, you have hands,” you scoffed. Namjoon opened his mouth, obviously to irritatingly point out the fact that Jungkook also had hands, so you quickly cut him off. “Jungkookie lost his hands in a tragic paragliding accident, eat your damn croissant.”

He did nothing to hide the smirk creeping across his face. “Who loses their hands paragliding?”

“Clearly, you’ve never seen Jungkook paraglide,” you snipped sassily. “You know what? I’ll be right back—I’m definitely gonna need coffee to deal with you today.”

You heard him snickering as you turned on your heel for a quick trip back to the coffee thermoses, hands newly freed. Yoongi, still standing there and on what had to have at least been his second cup, appeared to finally be becoming a person. He actually blinked at you when you approached, which was more than you could say for the zombie who had seemingly been standing guard in silence five minutes ago. He even managed to give you a delayed nod as you poured yourself a mug and grabbed a few creamer cups to bring back to the table. Yoongi had never been a morning person, but add a hangover into the mix? If caffeine hadn’t been involved, you doubted he would have dragged himself out of bed at all.

Namjoon and Lisa were once again sitting close when you returned to the table, speaking softly enough that their voices didn’t carry over the din of the room. Realizing they were seemingly on the verge of resuming their breakfast canoodling, you pointedly cleared your throat to announce your presence. “So!” you said cheerily, plopping into your chair and reaching past Namjoon for a sweetener packet. “What are we doing today?”

“Did you not read the agenda?” Joon asked irritably. “I sent you an email last week.”

You stirred in a couple vanilla creamers as you thought. “Hmmm…oh, you know what? I remember seeing an email from you, but I never ended up opening it because I got distracted. Bath and Body Works sent out an email alerting me that three-wick candles were on sale. I dropped a ridiculous amount of money like a true basic bitch, but I have no regrets.”

Lisa perked up, interested. “Wait, is the sale still happening?”

“Sorry, girl, it was only a two-day sale. But! Feel free to stop by my place and take a couple of mine. I damn near bought the entire store.”

“You realize it’s not a sale if you end up spending way more money than you intended, right?” Joon deadpanned.

You ignored him, taking a bite of scrambled eggs. “Come over any time, babe.”

“Really? You don’t have to.”

“Listen—one could say that I now have an embarrassing amount of candles in my possession. I promise you I won’t miss a couple.”

She sent you a grateful smile, and it lit up her whole face. Wow, was she pretty. “Thank you, _____.” And nice. Namjoon had really done good with this one.

And speaking of Namjoon, he was rolling his eyes at the exchange, but you still noticed the way the corners of his mouth lifted. Just like you, he had to be relieved that you and Lisa got along so well. “Ah,” he said suddenly, smiling at something over your shoulder. “Jungkooks!”

Any good humor you had froze at the word, startled heart skipping a beat. Your head whipped around, and sure enough, behind you, there was Jungkook, wearing the same purple t-shirt as everyone else, hair still damp from his shower. You forcefully swallowed the wad of sausage in your mouth.

Namjoon sent you a knowing smirk before turning back to your date. “So Jungkooks! _____ tells me you don’t have hands.”

“Don’t have hands?” Jungkook repeated, shooting you an inquisitive look as he used said hands to pull out the chair beside you. “Uh, yeah. I lost them in a tragic accident.”

“Are you sure they’re not dating?” Lisa whispered not-so-discreetly to Joon.

You shot them both an unamused look, but Jungkook was apparently too busy eying the plate in front of him to hear her. He turned to you curiously. “Is this for me?”

“Um, yeah,” you said quietly, suddenly shy. You cleared your throat, pushing a bit more confidence into your voice. “You like these, right?”

When he grinned at you, his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Yeah.”

Oh. Oh no. This could not be happening. It had to be the hotel’s shitty lighting. Haddddd to be. Why else would it look like was he sitting there smiling at you, eyes sparkling like he was a big titty anime girl? Unless he was a big titty anime girl.

You know what? In all honesty, that would explain a lot.

“Good.” You looked back at your plate, stuffing another sausage link in your mouth. “Joonie, you never answered my question.”

His brows furrowed. “Why filthy-rich celebrities choose to wear bad wigs?”

“No, not that—though, honestly, what the fuck is up with that? There’s literally no excuse.” You shook your head, getting back to the matter at hand. “What are we doing today?”

“Wine tour,” Lisa said gleefully, clearly enthused at the idea of driving to multiple wineries and getting plastered, all under the guise of being fancy. You didn’t blame her—that sounded like a great time to you, and you easily returned her smile.

A knee knocking into yours under the table had your eyes reflexively seeking out the culprit’s.

Thank you, Jungkook mouthed, and you hid the tug of your lips behind your coffee mug.

BTS was a decently-sized frat, a good 40 brothers living in the frathouse that year and a number of others living off-campus. And, since each brother had been allowed to invite one other person on this trip, the number of people in your party had doubled, at minimum. This meant that all of you would not be able to comfortably visit each winery together, and thus had been split into three groups that would travel via three different buses, rotating through three different destinations.

As late-risers started to rush into the dining room in an attempt to get some breakfast before the buffet closed, you felt it best to give up your table and wait outside, as the buses were due to arrive soon anyway. Jungkook chose to join you, having finished everything on the plate you made him, as well as the second plate he had gotten up to make himself. The two of you stood in the designated lot in front of the hotel, waiting with others who had finished eating.

“We’re on Bus 2,” he informed you helpfully, lifting his arms in a stretch that made his shirt rise up just enough for a golden strip of skin to be revealed.

You politely looked away before your eyes could linger too long on his happy trail. “Who else is in our group?” you asked, clearing your throat. “And please don’t say Benji. He refuses to accept that he’s lactose intolerant, and I would rather not be forced to be in close quarters with him after he’s gone to town on all the complimentary cheeses.”

Jungkook dutifully scrolled through his phone, where he presumably had the same agenda and group assignments that Namjoon had sent you a week ago. “No Benji,” he confirmed, an amused quirk to his lips. “We do have Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung, though.”

“Excellent. Exactly who I want with me while I get wine-drunk—couldn’t have picked a better group. You like wine, Jungkookie?”

“Ehhhh…I don’t really do wine,” he shrugged easily. “Except for those individual bottles. Sometimes I like to drink those after a long day.”

“Every bottle is an individual bottle if you have the will,” you replied with a sage nod.

“No, no.” He shook his head resolutely, determined to get you to understand. “You know those little ones?”

Your brows furrowed. “..Like, from mini bars?”

“No, bigger than that. Like the size of a beer, but wine.”

You blinked, brain shuffling through what he could possibly be talking about. “…are you talking about wine coolers?” you asked incredulously, smile growing at the ridiculous thought. “Jungkook, you know those are for sorority girls and middle-aged aunties at barbecues, right?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” he sniffed. “The blue one is fire.”

You bit your lip to tamper your urge to laugh, instead sending him a quirked eyebrow in response. Still, you managed to not say anything. Because he was right—the blue one was fire.

But in the end, you didn’t have to say anything at all for him to pick up on your skepticism, your amusement triggering his. You saw his lips itch to smile, even though he fought it. “They are,” he insisted, head whipping around in search of someone who would back him up. He settled on tapping on Taehyung’s shoulder, who had been chatting with Mark close enough to hear your conversation. The older man turned his head at the action. “Right, hyung? What’s your favorite flavor?”

“Pussy,” Tae offered confidently. The sudden, awkward silence that followed clued him in to the fact that his answer was a little off. “…Wait, what are we talking about?”

“Dear god,” you muttered to yourself, looking to the heavens for guidance. Mark scowled.

“Baby wine,” Jungkook supplied.

“Wine coolers,” you corrected. “Baby wine doesn’t exist because that’s illegal. And, frankly, immoral.”

“Ehh.” Seokjin, who had apparently been summoned by the word pussy, leaned closer to join the group properly. He shrugged his ridiculously-broad shoulders. “Rubbing a little on the gums never hurt anyone.”

“What the hell? Is that why you turned out how you did?” you teased with a laugh. “Because your mother dumped Tito’s in your bottle?”

Seokjin’s nose wrinkled in disgust, offense written all over his beautiful face. “Excuse you—I am a man of taste. If you must know, it was bourbon. But like I said, I’m not advocating for getting blitzed with your three-month old. I’m saying that a drop or two on the gums can help soothe them when they’re teething and crying.”

“The reason that babies cry is that, though we rapidly forget it the older we get, we are all born with the knowledge of the universe, and babies are understandably distraught at being forced to live a life of pain and suffering.”

Everyone turned to look at Hoseok, nonchalantly standing off to the side as bewildered silence stretched between you. Even his date was giving him the crooked eye.

“That,” he continued, all traces of his previous seriousness disappearing with his blinding smile, “or because their tummies have the owies! You know, sometimes it helps release the trapped gas if you rub their bellies. That worked when I tried it on Taehyung last week.”

“It did,” Tae piped up cheerfully. A chance turn of his head made him suddenly privy to his date’s growing irritation. He slung an arm over Mark’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “Come on…baby,” he purred. “I was just joking. Don’t be like that.”

That small hesitation before baby…whew chile, you would bet money that Tae had forgotten his poor date’s name again. But though your eyebrows rose to your hairline, you said nothing—just turned away and pursed your lips. You were going to mind the business that minded you.

Which, you quickly realized, apparently meant watching Jungkook and Seokjin have some sort of spontaneous sword battle with sticks they had found lying around. Dear god, you were gonna need more alcohol for this. Did people pregame wine tours? Was that a thing that people did?

Luckily, the buses started to pull into the parking lot before you could snatch one of those stupid sticks and beat them over the head with it. Your little group began to disperse, everyone moving closer to their designated pick up area. Your eyes subconsciously followed Taehyung and Mark before you realized what you were doing, your attention lingering when they met up with Jimin further down. The blond and his date were apparently on the same bus as Taehyung and his, and you secretly breathed a sigh of relief that you would at least be spared a few awkward interactions this trip.

It was only the late arrival of Namjoon and Lisa that knocked you out of your thoughts, and, shaking them away, you dutifully turned to board your bus.

Whoever had planned the day’s excursion had done a great job—three buses of rowdy college students rotating between three vineyards in the area ensured that halfway through the second vineyard, everyone was at least properly tipsy. Vineyard Number 3 and there was nothing else that could describe the vibe but LIT. After Vineyard Number 1, no one bothered listening to the poor tour guides as they showcased the properties, and they certainly weren’t listening to them describe the different wines when groups were led back to taste them.

“Do you taste it?” Jungkook whispered as he leaned against the bar. Well, he thought he whispered. In actuality, it was on the higher-end of the volume scale, but, seeing as you were equally as inebriated, you didn’t notice at all. “The chocolate.”

“Not really,” you whispered back (read: pretty much yelled).

“What about the cherries?”

“I mostly—” Lisa hiccuped. “I mostly taste wine.”

Namjoon’s eyes grew wide with realization. “You’re so right, babe. It does taste like wine.”

A slip of the tongue. A slip of the tongue that nobody even noticed because you were all well on your way to being fucked up.

“Are you telling me none of you can taste the oak?” Yoongi’s rumbling voice chimed in. A turn of your head produced him, standing slightly behind you with his date and slowly swirling the ruby liquid in his glass to release more of the delicate aroma. His mint hair was hidden beneath a backwards snapback today, so you had full view of the judgmental raise of his brow as he took another sip. “It’s lingering right at the back of the tongue. Amateurs.”

Jungkook either didn’t hear him, or didn’t care. “This one is good,” he declared. “I’m gonna buy a bottle.”

“You said that about the last one,” you slurred. “And, and all the other ones.”

“I know! But this one is good!”

“Jungkook, what are you gonna do with five bottles of wine?”

He shot you a goofy grin. “You say that like the answer isn’t drink them. But don’t worry, I’m only gonna buy a couple!”

And he kept his word, despite how much he equally enjoyed the samples after that, ordering a bottle of that particular wine to take home as an employee guided you all out to the patio outside. You sat in the proffered chairs, sipping on wine while enjoying the gorgeous view of the vineyard.

“Wow, this place really reminds me of House Hunters,” Jungkook said in wonder from his seat next to you. You turned to look at him, caught off guard, and he immediately got self-conscious. “Don’t look at me like that! It’s a good show,” he said defensively. “Helps me fall asleep.”

Your lips quirked. “It is,” you conceded easily. “International? That one episode in France where the lady chose the smallest, ugliest one solely because it had marble countertops?”

Jungkook lit up. “Even though her whole purpose in getting a villa in France was to entertain? Yeah!”

“I can’t stand people like her,” you continued. “House Two had space, it had views, and yes it was a little further out from the city, but that’s kind of what you expect when you ask for skyline views.”

“But she rejected it because she didn’t like the colors on the walls,” he scoffed disgustedly. “Why are so many people adverse to buying a can of paint? It’s like 25 bucks. They would really rather spend more money on a place that doesn’t even have good bones.”

Yoongi, who had apparently decided to continue to be in your vicinity and join your large table outside, took a measured sip from his glass. “You do realize that show is staged,” he drawled.

The mood immediately soured.

“Really, hyung,” Jungkook replied, noticeably annoyed, at the same time you wrinkled your nose in displeasure and yelled, “Boooooo!”

Yoongi blinked slowly, unthreatened by your combined vexation. “Dear god, there are two of them,” he mumbled. But neither of you heard him, drunk and riled up.

“Shut the fuck up, no one was talking to you!” you snapped.

“A lot of shows are staged. I don’t see how that’s relevant,” Jungkook huffed, cheeks pink with alcohol and irritation.

“Tryna discredit one of the best shows on modern television, who do you think you are?!” you seethed.

“Clearly someone who wouldn’t know recessed lighting from recess!” Jungkook continued snidely.

“First of all, how dare you,” Yoongi shouted over your ramblings, visibly offended by the recess comment. “Second of all, alright. Alright, I’m sorry! Jesus Christ.” He lifted his wine glass, desperately looking around for the hostess. “Is there more? I’m gonna need some fucking more.”

“The audacity,” you grumbled to yourself, draining the rest of your own glass. Your date stuffed aggravated handfuls of free crackers into his mouth, not even bothering to top them with any of the provided cheeses.

Namjoon rolled his eyes at your antics. “_____, could you please relax? I’ve literally been telling you for years that reality TV is scripted.”

You sent him a flat—but unfocused—stare. “Did you really just say reality TV? Stop lying—House Hunters is nowhere near the same category as 90 Day Fiancé.”

Namjoon’s stupid smug face looked very stupid and smug. “It is, actually.”

“…If you say that in my presence again, imma pop you.”

“Not my fault you refuse to listen! But one of these days you’ll learn.”

You stared him down, only finally looking away to calmly turn to Jungkook. “Don’t mind him. He’s just salty his mom sent me some kimchi the other week, but not him.”

“I’m not salty!” your best friend retorted, much too quickly to be anything else but salty. “But I would just like to state for the record that I’m the one who passed through her vagina,” he muttered under his breath. Lisa rubbed his arm consolingly. “Me.”

“Tore it too, from what I hear,” you replied breezily. “That’s probably why your ass didn’t get any kimchi.”

“You know, noona,” Jungkook started, stealing your attention from a pouting Namjoon, “you would actually do really good on a reality show.”

You perked up at the perceived praise. “You’re absolutely right, Jungkookie! I would most…I would most definitely thrive in that type of environment. Not 90 Day Fiancé, but something else.”

“Like what?” he mused. His eyes, usually wide and doelike, were markedly drooped with liquor as they drifted towards the sky in thought. “Something Survivor-esque? Maybe Masterchef?”

You balked at his suggestions, losing your balance a bit in your chair in your dramatics. “Why are you acting like you don’t know me at all? You know I don’t respond well to the outdoors or being yelled at. My biggest regret,” you slurred, pointing a finger at him, “is that I never got the chance to be on Pimp My Ride.”

Namjoon looked at you like you were slow. “_____, you don’t even own a car.”

“What’s the point in owning a car if there’s no cotton candy machine and none of the headrests have TVs in them?” you demanded.

“She makes a great argument,” Jungkook cut in reasonably with a nod.

“You know,” Lisa mused, “I heard that most of those cars ended up falling apart not too long after. Or flat out catching fire.”

“That’s just a risk you have to take to have a pimpin’ ride,” Jungkook shrugged, tone serious enough to make you burst out laughing.

Yoongi let out a long groan, waving his wineglass in the air irritably. “CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME MORE?”

“You have to pay for it, hyung,” Jungkook snickered. When Yoongi only pouted in response, he bent over and pulled one of the bottles he had bought earlier out of his bag. A twist of the top, and he was graciously leaning over you to refill Yoongi’s glass. “Here, you can have some of mine.”

The mint-haired man muttered his thanks, docile again like a screaming baby finally given his bottle. In a move that likely simultaneously enraged every sommelier within fifty miles, Jungkook topped off the wine already in his glass with the bottle he had just opened. You opened your mouth to tease him about it, but he merely topped off your glass as well, sending you a wink when he noticed you staring.

Your eyes skirted away, suddenly shy, and you cleared your throat. “I’ve also always wanted to be on Say Yes to the Dress,” you continued. “Not because I’m tryna get married, but because I really just want to somehow find myself in a gorgeous Pnina Tornai gown that’s astronomically out of my budget so Randy can go talk to the manager in the back and get a couple cents knocked off. That is the dream, my friends.”

“I’d be on, like, Wheel of Fortune or Jeopardy,” Namjoon mused. “I’d annihilate.”

“You really would,” you agreed. “But those are technically classified as game shows, not reality shows, so you gotta pick again.”

“Fine.” He drained his glass in thought, and Jungkook enthusiastically gestured to the bottle he’d placed in the middle of the table. Joon took him up on the offer. “I’d be on Big Brother. I might fuck up some of the physical challenges, but I excel at strategy. I know how to build the right team to get me to the end.”

“Good choice,” Lisa nodded. “I’d pick Big Brother too. I can be a very unassuming person when I want to be—I’d just be really nice to everyone so no one has a bone to pick with me. Pretend to be merely an average competitor in all the challenges. Real middle of the road, just fly under the radar. And then as soon as the time is right—” Her eyes glinted, lips slowly forming a smirk. “I’m coming for everybody’s neck.”

Your jaw dropped in delight.. “That is fucking evil. Oh my god, I love you so much.”

“I think I’d choose Fear Factor,” Jungkook pondered aloud. “I’m pretty positive I’d win. I’m pretty athletic, so I’d crush all the physical challenges. And I’m not afraid of skydiving or anything.”

“What if they made you eat bugs? Or eyeballs?” Namjoon demanded.

Your date shrugged. “I have a really strong stomach. I can eat pretty much anything, to be honest.”

Lisa shot him a skeptical look. “What if they put you in a coffin and then filled the coffin with snakes?”

“Eh, that sounds doable.”

“You’re chill about the snake coffin,” you deadpanned, squinting at him in disbelief. “You’re telling me that you are totally fine with being put in a coffin, first of all. And then to add on that, you’re telling me that you’re totally fine with said coffin then being filled with live snakes, while you’re in there. You’re fine with that.”

He shot you a wild grin. His dark hair was tousled by the wind, his cheeks pinked by the alcohol. “Let’s get it,” he declared cockily.

“…You know what? The show you really need to be on is Intervention because your ass is fucking crazy and you need some help.”

“I’d be on The Great British Bake-Off,” Yoongi drawled, unprompted. You all turned to look at him, brows raised and waiting for him to elaborate about how he whips up macarons in his spare time, but the older man simply ignored you and took another measured sip from his glass.

It was lucky that whoever had planned this entire weekend had had the foresight to make the third winery the last one of the day, because by the time everyone clambered back on the bus for the last time, sobriety was nothing but an afterthought. The bus took you all back the hotel as scheduled, and since there was some free time before dinner, everyone naturally started splitting up. Some chose to use the opportunity to check out the pool. Others, like Yoongi, chose to retire to their rooms and recharge their batteries so they could be ready for round two.

And then there was your group.

You hadn’t bothered to bring a bathing suit, and were most definitely not in the mood to deal with your hair. Jungkook was still well in the manic-stage of drunk, so taking a nap was the furthest thing from his booze-addled mind. And the wine had sparked Lisa’s appetite, the small amount of fruit and cheese the wineries had provided not enough to satiate her. So the four of you decided to roam the pier instead.

The pier was filled with activities meant to appeal to tourists—restaurants, gift shops that sold overpriced souvenirs, a ferris wheel—and so it was a great solution for people who were all liquored up and with time to kill. After making a quick stop in your hotel rooms to drop off the wine you had bought, the four of you started roaming the strip. It was decently-crowded, vacationing families partaking in the late-afternoon sun and enjoying carnival snacks in the lake breeze, just like you. Lisa made a beeline for the food booths, all set to leave nothing but crumbs in her wake, but Namjoon reminded the group that you still had a dinner to eat in a couple hours that you had already paid for, and she reluctantly bought a soft pretzel instead, grumbling to herself as she ate.

“How is it?” you asked. You and Jungkook had decided to share a giant order of garbage nachos—only classified as garbage in your head because there was no way in hell the cheese was anything other than a form of plastic. But after he had dumped a bunch of jalapeños on top, they tasted bomb.

“You know, it’s a little too chewy for my tastes,” she moped, popping another piece in her mouth anyway as you all strolled the area. “I probably should have gone with the funnel cake.”

You looked at Namjoon pointedly. He ignored you.

Jungkook paused in his demolishing of nachos. “Funnel cake?” he mumbled, mouth full of chips. There was fake cheese in the corner of his mouth, and you couldn’t help the endeared smile that creeped onto your face, barely resisting the urge to swipe at the wayward mess with a thumb. “Should we get funnel cake? Mmmm, with whipped cream. What fruit topping do they have?”

“If we order a funnel cake, we won’t be hungry for dinner,” Namjoon reminded him. You weren’t sure who told him he needed to act like somebody’s mama, but you ultimately conceded his point that the food you had would satiate you for now.

“What do you guys wanna do?” you asked. “The paddle boat rentals are expensive and you’ve already shut down my idea of getting our faces painted like WWE wrestlers, so I got nothin’.”

“I don’t know why you would suggest that when you know I have sensitive skin,” Namjoon sniffed.

“What about the haunted house?” Jungkook piped up. “I heard it’s funhouse-themed. There’s a mirror room and everything.”

“If you’re ready and willing to bail me out of jail for punching innocent people in the throat,” you deadpanned, “then by all means. Who am I to tell you what to do with your disposable income?”

Lisa stopped walking, slowly chewing the last bite of her too-chewy pretzel. “What about this?”

Everyone paused as well, turning to look at where she was pointing.

“Laser tag?” A noticeable glint entered Jungkook’s eyes, a grin overtaking his face as he surveyed the suggested building. “I’m in.”

“Me too,” Namjoon declared. “Damn, I haven’t done laser tag since I was a kid.”

“Hell yeah! Are we doing teams or every man for himself?” you asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Lisa said airily. “I’m winning either way.”

Jungkook’s grin widened. “I like your style. You’re with me!”

“Well damn,” you snorted. “Fine. Nobody wanted to be your partner anyway.”

“Aw, don’t get mad, babe,” he said, tone slightly patronizing as the four of you entered the building. “This has nothing to do with you. I always play to win.”

“You’re supposed to let me win,” you pointed out, fighting against the urge to smile. “What kinda date are you?”

“I don’t know who told you otherwise, but I’m a feminist,” Jungkook replied smartly. You couldn’t help the laughter that burst from you then, and he smirked at you, too smug for his own good. “I’m all about equal opportunity. If you’re not on my side, you can get these nuts just like everybody else.”

Your jaw dropped at his audacity. Oh no. Oh no no no. “Oh hell no. YOU’RE GOING DOWN, YOU COCONUT-HEAD BITCH.”

“Four, please,” Namjoon politely told the employee behind the desk. Said employee had both eyebrows raised at your group, but Joon was unperturbed by the growing ruckus behind him, pulling out his wallet.

Lisa playfully tapped Jungkook in the side with an elbow. “Don’t worry, Kook. We can beat the Wonder Twins, easy.”

“Wow. Wowwww.” You shook your head disbelievingly. “Namjoon, you better come get ya girl!”

She grinned at you, an eyebrow raised in playful challenge. “If you’re feeling froggy, then jump.”

This girl…you couldn’t help it, puffing a laugh through your nose at her boldness. No this girl did not just tell you to knuck if you bucked! The more time you spent with her, the more you were starting to realize how well your personalities meshed. It was no wonder Namjoon liked her—she was sweet, but clearly had an edge to her. You respected that.

No matter. What those two didn’t know was that you and Joon had teamwork for days! You had been teaming up for literal years—hell, he always gave you the red and pink Starbursts, and you always gave him the orange and yellow. You were about to be in your bag.

“You know, the more you drink, the more slick at the mouth you become. I like it. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.”

“Do I have any say in this?” Namjoon asked mildly. He already knew the answer.

“No, Joonie. The challenge has already been accepted, aren’t you paying attention? STRAP UP.”

After a brief tutorial where one of the employees explained how the guns worked and which regions of the body were worth more points, the four of you entered the dark arena with a few more groups. While you had noticed Jungkook listen to the instructions with rapt attention, your plan was to just use the same strategy that never failed you—keep shooting and hope you hit something.

Over the loudspeaker, a voice started to countdown. Everyone was given ten seconds to disperse and hide before the laser guns activated.

“Good luck,” Lisa taunted with a wink as she passed you. “You’re gonna need it.”

“Oh trust me. You’re the ones who are gonna need it!” you yelled at her retreating back. But she wasn’t listening, too busy making a series of seemingly-arbitrary hand motions to Jungkook. Arbitrary, until you saw Jungkook send back a few of his own. Your jaw dropped as they nodded to each other and promptly disappeared in different directions.

Dread started to seep through you. “What the…Namjoon. Namjoon, they have hand signals.”

“What?” your partner responded, audibly distracted. You turned towards him, only to be met with the sight of him, holding a detached piece of his gun in his hand that he most definitely shouldn’t have been.

You smacked your forehead in disbelief. Though, in all honesty, you should have seen this coming. You had known him long enough—this was classic Namjoon. “You cannot be serious right now,” you groaned. “Are you kidding me right now, Namjoon? It’s been five seconds!”

“Is this supposed to do this?” he asked, trying to jimmy the mystery piece back into place.

“WILL YOU GET IT TOGETHER, THEY HAVE HAND SIGNALS!” you shrieked.

“I’M TRYING MY BEST!” Namjoon yelled back, panicking.

“Start,” the robotic voice boomed through the speakers. Your eyes widened. Shit.

“You know what, just get away from me,” you hissed. “We’re easy targets when we’re this close together. I’ll start on this side and you take that one.”

He nodded, large form dutifully disappearing into the darkness even as you saw him still trying to put his gun back together. God, you hoped you wouldn’t have to pay for that.

On high-alert, you slinked behind a nearby post, on the lookout for any vests glowing in the dark. But before you could even get very far, your harness vibrated, signaling that someone had shot you.

You huffed irritably, looking around but not immediately seeing anyone who could be responsible. Your gun was disabled for the next few seconds, but so were the sensors on your vest, so you used your momentary invincibility to your advantage, moving further into the arena. Glee bubbled within you when you recognized the shape of Jungkook, discernible by the neon purple shirt you both wore.

His back was to you, likely paused in his sprinting to accurately aim for his target. This was a golden opportunity that you didn’t want to pass up, your heart thudding in your ears with jittery impatience. A grin split your face when the lights that had been dancing mockingly on your gear finally quieted, and you raised your gun, finger on the trigger—

Your harness vibrated again, rendering you unable to shoot. Jungkook dashed away, completely unawares, and your head whipped around, beyond irritated.

This time, it was clear who had ruined your killshot—there was a little boy standing behind you, smirking. He couldn’t have been more than eight or nine, and he looked much too smug for your liking. You scowled in return, choosing to keep it pushing and move away from him. Didn’t little Billy know that you were on a mission? Nobody was tryna play with him, your pride was at stake!

But either he didn’t know, or he didn’t care. To your rapidly-mounting rage, that little gremlin continued to follow you throughout the arena, purposely waiting for the exact moment your gun was reactivated to shoot you again. You turned, and there was fucking Kyle! You hid, but apparently not well enough from Connor! You eventually got so frustrated that at one point, you actually said something. “Can you stop that?” you snapped, rounding on him. If this were a cartoon, you would be snorting smoke from your nostrils like a raging bull.

But despite your obvious fury, Trevor didn’t give a shit. He just looked you straight in the eye and shot you again, cackling as your gear lit up like the Christmas Tree of Defeat.

It was a good thing that the game didn’t last very long, because by the time the lights all popped back on, you had been shot by Dylan a ridiculous amount of times, Lisa had popped you a good one, and even Namjoon’s dumb behind had somehow managed to shoot you on accident. Everyone returned their gear and waited in the lobby for the final scores, but you didn’t even want to see, too busy moping to look at the screen.

“Number one—JK!” Jungkook taunted, confirming what you already knew in your gut to be true.

“And I got number three. Not bad,” Lisa mused, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.

You finally looked at the scores, though you knew it was a lost cause. There was no way in hell your score combined with Namjoon’s was more than the combination of theirs. The two of you had lost, and severely.

What the…how did Namjoon get sixth place when your own was barely on the scoreboard? This was a travesty.

“First of all, I was sabotaged,” you protested, eyes shooting over to where the root of your outrage was standing with his family. “Why the fuck were kids allowed to play?!”

“Why were kids allowed to play a glorified game of tag with toy lasers?” Namjoon deadpanned. “I dunno, your guess is as good as mine.”

Spencer, an evil fiend who thrived on your tumultuous energy, noticed you looking his way and promptly flipped you off. Your jaw dropped, even more appalled when Spencer’s dad did nothing to parent his demon spawn, but still managed to shoot you a dirty look. Huh. That was mighty bold for somebody out here deadass looking like one of those thumbs from Spy Kids.

Jungkook watched the exchange happen and wisely slung an arm over your shoulders before you could get any dumb ideas. “Aaaaand it’s time to go. Come on, babe,” he needled cheekily, leading you back into the fresh air. “Don’t be a sore loser. I won fair and square.”

“Yeah, well you also have no upper lip,” you sniffed.

“Hey,” he pouted. “No need to be hurtful.”

He was right. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” you groaned irritably, letting yourself be led further down the pier. “I’m just hella salty. And wondering why it is exactly that we as a society decided that we shouldn’t fight little kids.”

“Come on, noona, don’t be mad,” he soothed, pulling you in closer to his body. You let him, reflexively wrapping an arm around his waist and enjoying his body heat. He smelled clean again—you really should ask him what fabric softener he used. “Here, what if I won you some prizes? I’ll win you whatever you want.”

You snorted. “Jungkook. What in the hell am I gonna do with a six-foot SpongeBob plushie?”

“Hold it tight at night and pretend it’s me,” he winked.

You burst out laughing, and he laughed too, visibly pleased with himself for that one. “Listen,” you replied, “I’ll give you some of the personality, but you and I both know you don’t look like no goddamn SpongeBob! With your Larry the Lobster headass.”

He shrugged good-naturedly. “And you’d be Sandy.”

“…I know you didn’t just pick Sandy just because we’re both girls.”

“Of course not! I also picked her because you’re both pretty.”

You rolled your eyes at that, biting your lip to tamp down your pleased smile. You were just gonna ignore his attempts at flattery. You were also gonna ignore the fact that he was apparently attracted to a cartoon squirrel.

“I can kinda see Sandy too,” a familiar voice behind you said, and you jumped a little, turning your head. It was Lisa, hanging back a little with Namjoon and trailing you and Jungkook as you aimlessly roamed.

Wow, how had you forgotten about them? You cleared your throat, kind of embarrassed at your mistake. “Why?”

Lisa shifted, and suddenly you noticed the way her fingers were casually tucked between Namjoon’s. Holy shit, they were holding hands! God, they were disgustingly cute. “You’re spunky and spontaneous like her,” she clarified. “Though mostly, I would say you’re Mrs. Puff. Mrs. Puff is sick, and Mrs. Puff is tired.”

You nodded slowly, pleased by her assessment. “That’s fair.”

“Wait, who am I?” Namjoon asked curiously.

“Squidward,” the three of you answered immediately, the resulting unamused look on Joon’s face only making you all crack up.

“Okay, that settles it! We’re doing this,” Jungkook announced, coming to a full stop at one of the stalls. He let go of you, reaching in his pocket for his wallet.

You looked at the stall, chagrined to see that there actually was a giant SpongeBob prize. Typical. “Jungkook, I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t want that SpongeBob.”

“Nope, it’s too late.”

“Jeon—”

“Oops, sorry! Can’t hear you over the sound of me winning you Giant SpongeBob.”

You rolled your eyes in defeat, but you weren’t truly annoyed. No, that was definitely endearment that you felt warming you from the inside out. Besides, you were starting to recognize that competitive glint in his eyes—it was clear that this stopped being about you the moment he caught sight of the strategically-stacked tin cans on the shelves behind the counter.

Cans on different levels were worth different amounts of points, and in order to win SpongeBob, Jungkook would have to knock down all of the ones on the top level and a couple on the level below. “Piece of cake,” he said confidently, easily handing over five bucks to the attendant in exchange for some beanbags.

You stood off to the side with Namjoon and Lisa, observing as Jungkook threw the first beanbag as a test and knocked down a can from the second-highest row. He puffed out his chest, waggling his eyebrows at you, and when you couldn’t help but laugh, he made a big show of winding up his arm before tossing his second bag. That one hit a top-level can dead center—

But the can didn’t fall.

His cocky smile fell, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he continued to throw the bags one by one, and despite solidly hitting cans each time, none of them fell.

“Tough luck, kid,” the booth attendant simpered, sliding the used beanbags to the side with his foot. “Want to try again?”

“Jungkook,” you tried, but he wasn’t really paying you any attention, already reaching for his wallet again.

“That was just a practice round,” you heard him mutter. “I get how it works now.”

You rubbed your temples. Oh lord, here we go.

That next round didn’t end up going much differently, nor the one after that. It got to the point where it physically pained you to stand there and watch that man essentially throw his money to the wind. You reached over to put a hand on his arm, hoping to stop the madness. “Jungkookie, let’s just go, it’s not even that serious.”

“No,” he huffed, cheeks slightly pink with irritation. “I should have won that one. This thing is rigged!”

You sent him a flat stare. “Um, yeah? Of course it’s rigged! The owner has literally been over there rubbing his hands like Birdman since we walked up!”

His jaw clenched, unwilling to listen to reason. “Well, I’m still gonna win.”

“And waste all your money on something we can likely get for five bucks at Family Dollar?” you asked incredulously.

He let out a long sigh, finally turning his whole body towards you to give you his full attention. His lips twitched in amusement, betraying his mock irritation. “Listen. You have been making comments all weekend about how I’m a bad date. All I’m trying to do is make sure you leave me a decent Yelp review.”

You swallowed your laugh, making a show of looking heavenward, but fully aware that you were fighting a losing battle. He was simply too competitive to let this go—but maybe you could still lessen everyone’s suffering though. “Fine! But I already told you I don’t want that.”

“And what is it that you want, _____?”

It was a simple question, but it still managed to throw you, heart stuttering a bit at the unexpected weight you thought you heard in it, despite his playful tone. You watched his tongue roll in his cheek as he considered you. It was sexy. You were irritated that it was sexy.

Welp. Looked like you had had enough sun for the day. Time to cut this expedition short.

You cleared your throat, looking away to quickly scan over the available prizes. “I want a keychain. The one on my keys fell off, so I need a new one.”

A keychain required significantly less points than the prize he had been aiming for—and just so happened to be able to be bought with the points he had already earned. Were you wily or what?

The look he gave you told you that he had not been outsmarted. “What kind?” he asked, conceding anyway.

“Surprise me.”

He pulled the tickets he had been hoarding out of his pocket, taking a few moments to peruse his options. Not long after, a shiny new keychain was dropped into your palm, his choice making you snort out a laugh.

“Thank you,” you told him sincerely, admiring your new Charmander. “I’ll take good care of him.”

“You better. I’m trusting you.”

“I’ll protect him with my life,” you promised dramatically. There was a stupid grin stretching across his face, and it pulled a responding one from you against your will. You turned away from him, trying to calm the sudden fluttering in your gut. “Now. Somebody please tell me it’s dinnertime. If it’s not, I don’t know if I can stop myself from walking back to the food section and deepthroating five overpriced corndogs.”

Jungkook perked up with interest. “Deepthroating, you say?”

“Kid, I know that sounds like it would be a sexy experience,” Namjoon cut in. There was a haunted look in his eye. “But trust me, it’s not. It’s really not.”

“Corndogs do sound good though,” Lisa replied dreamily as the four of you started walking back to the hotel. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Namjoon smirking at your brand new keychain, but you pretended you didn’t.

A day out and about in the sun left you feeling a bit icky, so, since there was still a little bit of time left before dinner when the four of you made it back to the hotel, you headed upstairs to shower. The others continued on to the outdoor patio to relax and mingle with the rest of the group. By the time you made it back down, the catering company was just finishing to set out the food and the wafting aroma of smoked meat had your mouth watering. Barbecue. Fuck yeah.

There had been a good amount of food ordered—rib tips, hamburgers, hot dogs, the works—and yet when Beta Tau and their plus ones were through with it, all that was left was a couple scoops of the sad excuse for coleslaw. And as soon as bellies were properly full, it was once again time to rally and fully enjoy your final night of the trip.

Once the sun went down, the fire pit was lit —the perfect ambience for the chatting, drinking, and smoking that quickly followed. You and your friends relaxed around the fire, the smoke warding off any possible mosquitos. It was a beautiful night, the sky clear enough to showcase an impressive amount of stars blanketing the moon. Still, the lakefront breeze was a little chilly, and you found yourself trying to ward it off by subtly scooting closer to Jungkook. And though he was generally not the most observant—especially when under the influence—he somehow caught on quickly to your leeching of his body heat.

“Here,” he murmured, an arm circling your waist and pulling you more securely into his side. “Is that better?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, already mellowed by the few hits you had taken of the joint Hoseok was passing around.

Jungkook was mellow too, eyes glazed and lips tugging in a lazy smile as you looked at each other, the moment stretching and stretching until it was finally broken by Seokjin inexplicably screeching about El Chupacabra.

It had been an eventful two days, but despite how much fun everyone had, it was clear that fatigue was starting to set in by the way people steadily started to trickle back to their rooms over the next couple hours. By the time you and Jungkook decided to call it quits, the group around the fire pit was significantly smaller, even Namjoon and Lisa having already retired for the night.

The two of you headed back upstairs in comfortable silence, a rogue yawn from you triggering one from him. You used the keycard to unlock the door, and, barely two steps into your room, Jungkook took the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head by the nape. Your foggy brain had a hard time remembering that you weren’t supposed to be staring at the oddly beautiful slope of his collarbone, so it took a few moments for you to stop, actively turning your attention towards kicking off your shoes.

There was a definite sense of deja vu as you moved past him to pull your pajamas out of your bag. But there was also a sure difference from the night before.

This time, there was no growing sense of panic in your gut as you changed. You weren’t sure if it was the weed or if you were simply becoming more comfortable with your situation or if it was a mixture of the two. But when you exited the bathroom to retrieve your toiletry bag and Jungkook trailed you back inside with his own toothbrush, you only quirked an amused eyebrow at him. It was almost domestic the way the two of you got ready for bed, brushing your teeth side by side and silently sharing the sink. He exited before you, giving you room to wash your face, and when your nighttime routine was finally complete, he was already in bed, the glow of the television the only light in the room.

“Look, noona,” he said happily as you crawled into your designated side of the bed. A laugh bubbled from your lips once you realized what he was watching. “They’re in Raleigh.”

Ultimately, Jungkook had been right about it being a good bedtime show. You were asleep before you could even find out which house they picked.

In all honesty, it was starting to become reasonable to question whether you had somehow been transported to your own fratty version of Groundhog’s Day.

One minute you were knocked out, blissfully dead to the world, and then the next your eyes were sleepily fluttering open, slowly scanning your surroundings and trying to figure out what had awakened you in the first place. Where the hell were you...? Oh. Oh! Yes. You were in a hotel room, at the BTS Formal. With… Jungkook. Yeah, yeah that’s right. And speaking of Jungkook—

The hot puff of air against the back of your neck confirmed your suspicions. Ah, so that was why you were awake. Somehow, despite properly falling asleep on your respective sides of the bed, the two of you had once again gravitated towards each other.

Just like the morning before, Jungkook’s arm was slung heavily over your waist, his front slotted against your back. An inquisitive shift of your hips confirmed that that was the same, too. Yes, he most definitely was hard, and yes, his dick was trying to wish your ass good morning.

Everything was the same, and the skittish heat that slowly simmered low in your belly was no exception.

But it didn’t take long for you to realize just how wrong your assessment of the situation was. Because something was most definitely different this time. This time, your cursory wiggle backwards had resulted in a sharp, audible intake of breath.

You paused, suddenly more lucid.

Was he…?

Brow furrowed, you cautiously pushed your ass backwards again. The immediate way Jungkook hissed through his teeth only confirmed it, and a reflexive gasp escaped you before you could catch it. Adrenaline flooded your bloodstream.

He was most definitely awake.

He was awake, and you just gave away that so were you. You both knew you both were awake.

There was a solid minute where neither of you said anything, neither of you moved. Where you just lay there, wide awake, his cock still pressed surely against you and your heart pounding in your ears. His arm still around you, his breath still shuddering against your skin. A solid minute in that limbo, where your mind whirred through your options.

But you weren’t exactly sure what came over you then. Weren’t exactly sure how the part of you that was whispering its curiosity managed to intrigue the other parts, managed to stop your rapid-fire brainstorming of escape routes. Managed to make you tentatively—but surely—push your hips back again.

For a moment, everything was still, panic prickling across your skin, positive that you had read the situation wrong. That you had just made a stupid, stupid mistake. But you still found yourself doubling down, still found yourself swiveling your ass into him again.

And then, with a harsh exhale, Jungkook was pushing forward.

There had been stillness, and now there was everything but. Now, the unspoken hesitance hovering between you was rapidly melting away, your slow grind becoming more and more purposeful. Jungkook’s eagerness was noticeable, a hand gripping your hip so he could press into you more solidly. You started to pant against the delicious pressure, and you could feel him panting too, breath hot against the back of your neck.

Breath hot, until it was replaced with his lips, ghosting teasingly over your skin. A testing press of them elicited a whimper from you, and, at the sound, they became more sure in their adorning, setting your whole body on fire.

“Shit,” you breathed, eyes fluttering at a tongue dragging along your pulse point. At the continuous roll of his dick. Jungkook hummed, but didn’t stop his ministrations, only faltering a bit in his task when your hand reached back to curl into his hair from behind, silently urging him closer to you.

You were wet. You were wet and it was becoming increasingly hard to ignore, your flimsy sleep shorts gliding against your netherlips so easily that there had to be a stain there. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel it through his own pants, if you were starting to stain him as well.

And, apparently on the same wavelength as you, Jungkook finally spoke his first words of the day. “So wet,” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep and lust. “Wanna feel.”

“Then feel,” you urged immediately, any and all hesitance long evaporated.

He didn’t need to be told twice. The hand at your hip drifted inward, fingers lightly brushing against the sticky material. He groaned immediately, and so did you.

But it was not enough.

“Feel,” you insisted, a hand reaching down to cover his and press him harder into you. You noticeably shuddered at the added stimulation, eyes threatening to roll back into your head.

“Fuck,” he moaned, quickly grabbing your thigh and hooking your leg over his. Opening you up, creating more space for his hard, clothed cock to grind against you. Creating more room for his hand to breach the waistband of your pants. The first brush of him lit you alight, your body buzzing with anticipation as you started to realize that being able to properly feel your slick without the hindrance of a barrier only seemed to work Jungkook up more. “Fuck, baby, you’re dripping. This all for me?”

You were nodding, too horny to be anything but pliant and agreeable. “Of course, baby. Only for you.”

A growl settled low in his throat and he rutted harder against you in response, two fingers straying further down and easily sinking into your hot cunt to the second knuckle. You jolted in his hold, a startled gasp escaping you at being filled so suddenly. The feeling was a little intense but it didn’t hurt, especially when he started stroking your walls, coaxing you to relax by returning his attention to your neck. “I’ve been dreaming about this pussy,” he mouthed darkly into your skin. His fingers withdrew from you slightly, then slowly started pumping, hitting deeper and deeper each time. “Fucking knew I could get you nice and sloppy for me. Couldn’t fucking wait to feel properly.”

Properly? Was he alluding to that one time in class? Your thoughts flitted to his hand on your thigh, to the shape of his profile in the darkened lecture hall. Had he really been thinking about fucking you since then? Or even before?

Jungkook continued to scissor you open, making it harder and harder to focus on anything other than the way he was massaging stars behind your eyelids. When he shifted out of your hold, your mouth immediately opened in protest, but you shut it again when you realized he was merely moving so he could hover over you better and see your face. His lips trailed along your jaw, his intent obvious when you recognized his path.

“Wait,” you breathed, trying to turn your head away. “Wait, I have morning breath.”

“I don’t care,” he scoffed, chasing after your mouth. Apparently, he was also too impatient to care if you cared about morning breath. But you found yourself endeared by how pouty he was getting, so you decided to let him have this one, allowing his lips to finally land. The kiss was chaste for approximately two seconds before he swiped a hot tongue across your lips. You rapidly realized that you were on-board with this plan.

This was different from the last time you kissed. That time, in the dark hallway of a bar, the energy between the two of you had been impatient, frenzied. Hungry, insatiable. While you certainly were starting to feel urgency rush through your veins as his hand continued to slowly fuck you open, his palm grinding against your clit with every movement, Jungkook didn’t seem to. No, Jungkook kissed you as if he had all the time in the world—tongue leading yours in a slow dance. Lightly nibbling on your bottom lip, then sucking it into his mouth before releasing it again. And his worshiping was very sweet, in theory.

But in practice? While he was simultaneously giving your g-spot just enough stimulation that you knew he was aware that he had found it, but not enough to do anything other than make you squirm in frustration?

It was akin to torture.

“Jungkook,” you gasped, officially done with his teasing. “Condom.”

He paused in his ministrations, pulling back enough that you could study his face as he hovered over you. His dark hair was well and truly mussed—first by his pillow, then by you—and his lips were starting to become puffy and red from use. He already looked fucked out, and you hadn’t even made it past third base yet.

“Condom,” you repeated at the dazed look on his face, and you saw the exact moment your words clicked and the lightbulb turned on. The warmth of his body was yanked away from you as he scrabbled to find his wallet, fingers leaving you with an audible squelch.

It didn’t take him very long to procure a foil packet and make his way back to bed, kicking off his pajama pants as he went. And oh. There was his dick, smacking his abdomen as it sprung free of its confines. Long and pretty and already starting to leak for you. You couldn’t help but stare, clenching at the sight.

This was happening. This was actually going to happen. Holy fuck.

Jungkook noticed the staring and preened under the attention. “See something you like?” he asked cockily, waggling his eyebrows and exaggeratedly flexing his muscles like he was in the running for Mr. Universe.

You burst out laughing at the ridiculous display. “You are so stupid,” you replied, tone laced with affection. You pulled your shirt over your head, unhooked your bra. Pointedly tossed them both on the floor. “Come here.”

The dumb grin on his face dimmed a bit, the look in his eye replaced with something much more shadowed when he remembered the matter at hand. Even though you were the one who had asked for it, it almost felt like he was a predator stalking his next meal as he slowly approached the bed and climbed back on. Unconsciously, you clutched the comforter closer, but he easily pulled it away with a gentle tug, revealing your form to his dark, ravenous eyes. When he crawled on top of you, caging you in with his body, you were no longer laughing.

He recaptured your lips with his own, pushing into the space your parted thighs reflexively made for him. And this time, his kiss was blazing. Fierce with promise and intent as his bare cock rocked against you, grinding into the sticky fabric of your clothed center. The slightly more direct contact had you panting, fingers winding into his hair and tugging, pulling a whimper from him.

Breathing hard, Jungkook leaned away from you just far enough to hook fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts and yank them down, clearly no longer in the mood to play games. Which was perfectly fine with you—you lifted your hips to help him, shimmying out of your panties too. He guided your knees apart, eyes all pupil as they feasted on the treasure in between.

“Look at how messy you are,” he groaned, reaching in to smear your essence around again. Your breath caught when he started circling your clit, only making you leak even more. “This pussy is just begging for a good fuck. Just asking me to stuff it with cock. Is that what you want? Want me to stuff you nice and full, baby?”

God, this should be embarrassing. He was absolutely right—you hadn’t been properly touched in who even remembered how long, and your vagina was being a very vocal slut about it. The filth leaving his lips certainly didn’t help any.

“Answer me,” Jungkook murmured, pausing in his petting to look you right in the eye.

This should be embarrassing but…

“Stuff me until I can’t breathe.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him onto you, chest to chest. Started to trace his collarbone with your tongue. “Wanna feel you everywhere.”

“Fuck,” he swore, pulling away again. You started to protest creating any distance between your bodies, but when you saw him fumbling to open the condom, you bit your lip and let him go. He slid the rubber on with shaky hands. “Gonna fill you up so fucking good. Fuck.”

“Can I be on top?” you asked breathlessly.

He immediately scrambled off you to give you room to move. “Fuck yeah, you can. Gonna ride me, baby?”

You answered him by pushing on his chest and he went willingly, flopping onto his back and looking up at you expectantly.

He was beautiful. Beautiful in the way his dark hair fanned across the pillow, the way sweat beaded his brow, the way his toned chest heaved in excitement, the way both his manhood and his mouth begged to be inside you. The way he looked at you like there was no doubt in his mind that you were the beautiful one.

The way he made you feel that way, too.

You distractedly wet your lips, thinking over your options. His cock was standing tall, the head almost purple in its need for you, and you idly pondered the weight of it on your tongue. However, you quickly dismissed that idea. You could revisit that curiosity at another time—at this point, you honestly weren’t sure you could bear waiting another second.

You moved to straddle Jungkook’s hips, hovering over him.

“Hop on,” he said throatily. “Please remember to fasten your seatbelt and for your safety keep all items stowed beneath the seat in front of you until after takeoff.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Oh my god, you are so annoying! Do you want to fuck me or not?”

The way your hand finally wrapped around his length had him bucking into the touch. “I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quiet, I promise!”

“Good.” Your smirk quickly fell away when you rocked into him, sliding him along your slit a few times and coating him in your arousal. Then, finally, you adjusted the angle of him and started to drop down.

You had been right in your thinking. It had been a while since you had been properly intimate with anyone, and even after Jungkook’s careful fingering, you were still pretty tight, wincing a bit at the pinch as you slowly inched your way down his length. For his part, Jungkook was clenching his jaw, fisting the sheets in an effort not to rush you. You both let out sighs of relief when you were finally fully seated, pelvises flush.

“You okay?” he asked, voice strained at the way your walls trembled around him.

“Mmmm. Just give me a minute.” Hoping to distract you both, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his sternum, delighting in his immediate shaky intake of breath. “What’s the matter? Sensitive here?”

“No.” He bit his lip.

“Are you sure?” you goaded, giving your hips a test swirl. Yes, that was good. That was really good.

“Yes,” he breathed, hips jumping a bit at your slow grinding.

“What about here?” You placed another kiss on a pebbled nipple, intrigued when you heard him swallow a moan. Emboldened, you circled it with your tongue, scratched it lightly with your teeth. Jungkook whined, and the sound shot straight to your clit. Fuck, was that hot.

Your teasing mood disappeared, your need to get off building so rapidly that you leaned back so you could pound on his cock more easily, eyes rolling at the delicious way he was fucking you open. Jungkook was more than happy to watch you, hands smoothing up your hips. Gaze drifting from the blissed-out look on your face to your bouncing tits.

To the hand you trailed down your stomach, two practiced fingers swirling hard figure-eights over your clit.

“Jesus fuck,” he hissed, sitting up so quickly that you were startled, hands flying reflexively to clutch his shoulders in an effort not to lose your balance. You looked at him in confusion, but he only rolled you onto your back, trapping you under him. He slid out of you, leaving you feeling depressingly empty.

“Jungkook?”

“Now I’m the one who needs a minute,” he huffed, running an irritated hand through his sweaty hair. Before you could ask him to clarify, he was scooting down and licking a solid stripe across your folds.

You reflexively jerked towards his face, disoriented. “W-What—”

“I’m gonna need you to cum for me baby.” Two fingers entered you again, this time hooking towards your pelvic bone with purpose.

“Ungh—”

“Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” he crooned, fingers still pumping with scary precision. Your thighs were shaking, breath getting caught in your throat. “Can you cum all over my face?”

“I…I..Ohhh godddd,” you moaned, all thought out the window when he started sucking on your sensitive bud. You tugged on his hair, alarmed at the speed he was unraveling you, and he merely hummed in response. “Fuckkkk, fuck fuck fuck—”

“That’s it, come on—”

For a moment, you were filled with a sense of complete calm. It was like you were standing on a beach, staring down a tsunami that was moments away from crashing down on you, and there was a sort of comfort in the certainty that there was nothing you could do to stop it. Could only hope to survive going under. For a moment, everything was still.

And then it wasn’t. You let out a groan, low and primal, back arching and your thighs snapping around Jungkook’s head. Despite the way your pussy was trying to suck his fingers deep inside, he didn’t stop, intent on helping you ride out the wave. It was only when you slumped back into the mattress that he pulled his mouth away from you with a pop.

“What…” You struggled to catch your breath, spots still dancing across your vision. “What was that for?”

Jungkook was breathing heavily too, face flushed and lips wet with remnants of you. “Because I wanted to,” he said, voice strained. “And because honestly? I am not going to last much longer. I’ve wanted this so bad, you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, I don’t think I can hold back anymore—”

You were worn out, completely content. But listening to his desperate babbling only stoked the fire of your desire before it could even think of petering out. “Then don’t,” you answered simply.

The look of utter relief that took over his expression almost made you laugh, but you managed to hold it in. “Oh thank god,” he groaned, reaching over to turn you on your side. You went willingly, shooting him a curious look, but Jungkook only continued to position you to his liking, pushing your leg up enough to give him access to your cunt. “I promise you I’ll make it up to you later, okay?”

“It’s okay, baby,” you smiled. “I got what I wanted, so it’s your turn. Go ahea—”

The rest of your sentence was lost when he slammed into you, the position shallowing your passage and only making him feel even bigger. Stuffing you full, indeed.

He gave a few frantic pumps before reaching up to grab a handful of your side.

“J-Jungk-kook, what—”

“I told you,” he growled, fingers digging more securely into the softness of you. “Leverage.” And he proceeded to use said leverage to yank you onto his cock, forcing you to meet the near-brutal force of his thrusts.

This was nothing like the slow, sensual way he had been touching you before. The way the headboard was thumping against the wall, ensuring that whoever was trying to sleep on the other side knew exactly what the two of you were up to, if they hadn’t already? The way he was moving you over his cock exactly how he liked, making you take it? No, this was much more primal, more feral. He was purely acting on instinct now, completely focused on finally being able to cross the finish line.

You were starting to understand the rumors that were floating around about him. Sex god, Mina had told you, and from the way you couldn’t stop noises from leaving your mouth, too overwhelmed by all the sensations, you would say that wasn’t too much of a reach.

In his trance, Jungkook’s eyes briefly flicked up to your face at the noise, but his attention truly lie elsewhere. Brow furrowed, intensely focused on the sight of himself disappearing within you, of the way your ass rippled with his force.

In the end, he had been right—he didn’t last that long. Jungkook came with a particularly hard thrust, moaning as he ground his pelvis against your ass to ride it out. You blinked when he slumped against you, dazedly watching the way the curtains ruffled as the air conditioning turned on. Still in disbelief that this all had actually happened.

Sluggishly, Jungkook relaxed his hold on you, slipped out of your velvet heat. Your eyes met, and for a few moments, you did nothing more than look at each other in silence. Then, he started giggling, a smile overtaking his face that you couldn’t help but match.

“The hell are you laughing about,” you teased, sitting up a bit.

“I win.”

Your head tilted, smile faltering a bit in your confusion. “What?”

He leaned over to peck you on the lips, and you received the kiss easily. “I win,” he repeated with a wink. When he could see you still had no idea what he was talking about, he elaborated. “You said you’d never sleep with me, remember?” he asked cockily. “That you were different from other girls. You said that, and yet here you are, just like all the other girls. Looks like I win, sweetheart.”

It felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on you, a chill running through your whole body as you froze, rendered mute. Because he was absolutely right. You were just like those other girls.

You had known his game, had been a more-than-willing participant in it for your own amusement. But somewhere along the way you had allowed yourself to forget the true purpose of his advances, allowed yourself to think for even one second that maybe, just maybe—

“Yes,” you croaked, feeling distinctly hollow as he gave your ass a victory swat and clambered away from you, leaving your skin cold. “You win.”

How many times were you going to fall into the same trap? First Jimin, now Jungkook—

Stupid.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He was still chuckling as he stood to toss the condom in the trash, completely oblivious to the way you were rapidly crumbling. The strong muscles of his back flexed as he paused to stretch. “This weekend is officially a success,” he continued on his way to the bathroom. “My head is fucking killing me, though. Need some breakfast.”

The door shut behind him, and for a few seconds you just sat on the edge of the bed in silence, shame and disgust creeping up your throat. You just couldn’t believe you had actually fallen for it.

Stupid.

Humiliated, you rushed out of bed, throwing on your clothes from yesterday and stuffing whatever stray items of yours you saw laying around back into your bag. Your toiletries were still in the bathroom, but you could buy a new toothbrush later. You needed to leave. Now.

You made it all the way to the lobby before you felt your phone vibrate in your hand, and it was only habit that had you looking at the screen, though you immediately regretted it.

Jeon 😒

Text message (now)

You stuffed it into your pocket, ignoring the insistent burning behind your eyes.

It turned out your hunch had been right—though 90% of your party was likely still upstairs, sleeping off their bad decisions from the night before, Kim Seokjin was already down here with you, getting a head start on the buffet line.

“Hey Seokjin.” Your voice came out a little croaky, so you cleared it and tried again. “Can I borrow your car?”

“What?” He was standing in front of the hash browns, understandably confused at your sudden appearance and bizarre request.

“Can I borrow your car?” you repeated, throwing him a smile that didn’t quite feel right. You hoped it still came across as authentic. “I’ll give you gas money and everything.”

Seokjin frowned. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you tried to reassure him, but your voice sounded too high even to your ears. “I just have to leave, so. May I please borrow your car?”

But you didn’t get the response you were hoping for. His eyes simply kept roving your face for the answers you wouldn’t give him, his expression slowly hardening the longer he looked. “_____,” he said softly. “Are you okay? Did he do something?”

Frustration started to build in your chest. He was asking you too many questions. Why was he asking you so many goddamn questions?! “Jin, he didn’t do anything wrong. I promise, okay? And I’ll be fine, I just—I just have to get out of here. I don’t want to talk about it, I just—I have to get out of here. Okay?”

Seokjin bit his lip, clearly struggling not to grill you more. He sighed, eyes soft with worry. “Yeah, of course. Give me twenty minutes and we can go—”

You felt your phone vibrate again and you ignored it. “No. No, I just—I need to be alone right now.”

“_____, I don’t know what’s going on, but I really feel like that’s not a good idea.” He was the one sounding frustrated now. “If not me, what about Namjoon? Do you want me to get Namjoon?”

You rapidly shook your head. This was a mistake. You weren’t strong enough to sit through that bus ride, but you shouldn’t have involved Seokjin. You should have just walked out the door—should have gotten a head start before people started realizing you were gone. “You know what? I shouldn’t have bothered you. I’m just gonna call an Uber—”

“Don’t be stupid. It’s a two-hour drive.” He let out a long exhale, clearly upset that you had backed him into a corner. He reached into his pocket and handed you his keys, hand wrapping around your wrist before you could sprint away. He forced you to meet his gaze. “Just—” He sighed again. “Just be safe, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied, voice too small.

Seokjin held your stare for a long second, then nodded, letting you go. You turned and left immediately, not wanting to give him the opportunity to change his mind.

It was only when you were sitting in the car alone, filling up the tank at the gas station a mile down the road, that the rising panic waned and a bit of clarity returned to you. You should answer him. See what he wanted, buy a little more time.

[09:25] jeon 😒 Hey, where did you go? I’m ready to make it up to you 😉

[09:27] jeon 😒 Seriously did u go down to breakfast without me? Come backkkkkk

[09:39] Sorry. Didn’t feel well, so I decided to go home

The dreaded three dots popped up immediately, and you swallowed down the lump in your throat.

[09:39] jeon 😒 What? babe, are you okay?

The gas pump clicked. You got out and finished the transaction, but when you returned, you still chose not to answer him, putting on your seatbelt and putting the car in drive.

He allowed you to have five minutes of peace before he started calling you, interrupting the GPS lady’s pleasant directions to the highway. You hit the ignore button, sending him straight to voicemail, but after that, between texts and calls, your phone just wouldn’t rest. Jungkook, Namjoon, Jungkook, Namjoon. Frustration burned through you, a text lighting up your screen just as you finally set the damned thing to do not disturb.

You welcomed the silence that followed, enjoying the monotony of highway driving. When your thoughts started to get too loud, you turned on some random Top 40 playlist to drown them out. And two hours later you were finally home, dropping your bag at the door and taking a shower so long and hot that the water ended up running cold on you.

Mina wandered out of her bedroom not too long after, surprised to find your bedroom light on. “You’re home early!” you heard her greet you from the hall. She poked her head in to say hi properly and immediately paused at the sight of you, crosslegged in your pajamas, working your way through a whole pack of Hawaiian rolls. “Damn, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” you moped. She looked at you pointedly, and you slowly lifted a roll in her direction. “…What? Do you want one?”

“What is it this time,” she asked flatly. “Let me guess. Accidentally walked in on him putting a finger up his ass?”

It was a testament to your mood that you didn’t even crack a smile. “I fucked him,” you admitted quietly.

“Oh.” Mina’s eyebrows jumped to her hairline. “And?”

“And…” You looked away. Swallowed. “And now I’m just another notch on his bedpost.”

Your lip trembled against your will and Mina sighed, crawling into bed with you wrapping her arms around you. “Oh, sweetie.”

It only made you feel worse, unwanted tears springing to your eyes. “I’m fine,” you sniffed, cursing the fact that you were such an emotional crier.

“You’re not,” she replied gently. “And that’s okay, _____.”

The two of you sat like that for a while, Mina rubbing comforting circles into your back. Unfortunately, it would take more than that to comfort you.

“I like him,” you mumbled into her shirt. “A lot. Fuck.”

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jungkxook · 4 years

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—stay. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: popstar!jungkook x groupie!reader + smut / sprinkle of angst and fluff

⟶ words: 8,083

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you but the fact that you’re sleeping with two of his band mates too makes things a tad bit complicated.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, slight dom themes, oral sex, finger sucking oops, boob fondling, hair pulling ft. jungkook’s undercut, doggy style, missionary, thigh riding, spitting, jealous kook!!, unprotected sex, kind of slight possessive themes? but also just general sweetness tbh

⟶ disclaimer: my time jungkook still has me in my feels! also, this is a repost of an old fic on an old blog.

“Stay with me?”

Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. It’s just that, lying there with you on the hotel room bed, there’s no other place he’d rather be ━ and there’s no one else he’d rather experience the moment with than you. Legs tangled together on top of the duvet with your fingers tracing circles onto his bare chest, Jungkook swears he’s in love with you ━ only, you’re not his to have.

“I have to go,” You pout, though your fingers continue drawing constellations on his skin, treading down his arm and over the tattoos that adorn him. You’re focusing now on the lily on his forearm, around and around, sending his head spiralling. “Promised my friends we could hang out today. Besides, don’t you have Mina or Nina━” You wave your hand in the air to dismiss the thought━ “coming over soon?”

“Who?” It takes him a moment to even remember who you’re talking about. Truthfully, he hasn’t seen that girl in well over six months but he’d never tell you that. In fact, he hasn’t been seeing anyone else other than you but he would definitely never tell you that. “Oh, yeah. Well, I think she’s coming over later tonight.”

“Well━” You trail off, and Jungkook knows it’s because you’re stalling. You want to stay, and he knows it well enough, but every question you ask him is just meant to further reassure you that it’s okay if you stay. That he wants you to. “Aren’t you busy with work today before the second show?”

Jungkook shrugs. “We still have lots of time before the day starts.”

You shake your head at him but he knows he ultimately wins out when you start to smile to yourself. You prop yourself up beside him and he has to admire momentarily how you’ve never been timid in front of him when you’re naked. His hand reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek and you smile down at him. But then something seems to dawn on him that he can’t believe he foolishly hadn’t thought of first.

“Unless… Unless you need to see one of them soon.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung or Namjoon.” It takes all he can muster to say their names without a trace of bitterness. He lifts himself up on his elbow. “Are you still seeing them?”

You shrug innocently. Sitting up a little straighter, you brush his hand away and fidget with your hair. “Would it matter if I was?”

Yes, he wants to scream but he refrains. “No. I just━” he stops. “Just curious. Is that what you meant by work then? You have to go see Tae or something right after me? ”

“No, you prick.” He’s relieved you giggle at him, fingers poking at his chest despite the fact that he was mentally cursing himself for being a dick the minute the words left his mouth. “Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of sex. Friends, too.”

“I know, I know,” he says sheepishly. “Sorry, I━ I know. You said you wanted to go shopping downtown before the show tonight, right? One of your friends ━ Dahyun ━ goes to school in the next city over and she’s taking the day off to see you. I do listen when you talk, y’know?”

He doesn’t miss the warm smile that spreads across your face. You finally return to him, kissing him slow and steadily. In the meantime, he flips you over onto your back and then parts from you much to your dismay. He’s nestled himself between your legs in an instant, kissing up your thigh and sending shivers down your spin. Your hand flies down to twine your fingers in his hair, now much longer than usual.

“I guess I could stay a little longer, if you’d want me to,” You say.

“I do.”

He wastes no time in swiping his tongue at your folds, his mouth wrapping perfectly around you. You’re already mewling with delight. That’s all it ever is with the two of you. Sex and more sex. And while Jungkook isn’t complaining, he sure does wish he could just have more of you. Jungkook burrows a little deeper, his nose rubbing against your clit as he eats you out.

“Morning sex does sound nice,” You manage to say, breath shaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps against you. “It does, doesn’t it?”

Your thighs are already threatening to squeeze shut around his head, fingers tightening in their hold. His own hands find purchase on your waist, stretching outward to hold on to you, and nothing can break you both apart. Not even the muffled sound of rapid knocking on the front door of the too grand hotel room. At least, not the first two times. On the third time when it’s followed by the sound of Jungkook’s manager irritably calling out through the flimsy wood panel, does Jungkook groan into your cunt and poke his head upward, craning his neck to look over his shoulder as his manager’s voice carries infuriatingly loudly to you both once again.

“Get up already, will you? We’ve got several business meetings to conduct today and we haven’t got time for you to sleep off a hangover or whatever it is you’re doing━”

“Gimme ‘til noon!” Jungkook asserts gruffly. He settles himself back between your thighs, and you surely don’t miss the devious way he smirks just before burrowing his head into your heat. There’s an inaudible sound that he makes, that you and certainly his manager can distinguish as being, “I’m too busy right now.”

Busy is an understatement, pointedly made clear when his tongue delves into you, lapping at your leaking wetness as if he were terribly quenched and only you could save him. You don’t think Jungkook taking his morning to eat you out is a good enough excuse that will run over well with his manager later in the day, but it drives him away for now with only a grumbled chorus of words left in his wake. But the silence only lasts for so long. Just as Jungkook is getting comfortable once more, you speak up.

“I don’t think tardiness is a very good quality to have as a celebrity,” You ponder aloud through a heavily pleased sigh.

“Ah, or it’s exactly the thing I need,” he counters with a shit-eating grin. “Being late is a very celebrity thing, isn’t it?”

“When the fame gets to their head,” You snort. Your voice splinters off into a whimper as he tilts his chin up a little higher, lapping deeper into you.

“Then I guess I’m bad.” His voice murmurs against you, rattling you to the bone.

“You’re definitely far from bad. Everyone thinks you’re an angel.”

“Wonder if they’d think the same thing if they saw me now━” He pinches lightly at the inside of your thigh, “head between your legs, and you coming on my tongue.”

You roll your eyes, but your wittiness falls short when he tugs with his teeth at your folds. Your back arches off the bed at once, hips pressing harder against his face.

“Namjoon called last night,” You say. No, you don’t say it. You moan it and even though Jungkook knows it’s because of him and how he’s making you feel in that moment, he still hates hearing someone else’s name roll off the tip of your tongue that isn’t his. “If you must know. Said he wanted to see me in the morning━”

Jungkook grimaces. He grunts shortly, “Guess you’re gonna have to let him down.”

“I’m sure Joon will love that━”

“Don’t,” he hisses. He bites down a little harshly on the inside of your thigh but you don’t mind. When he glances up to look at you, his stare is dark and hooded. “Don’t say their names. Not now. Please.”

You almost miss the desperation in his voice, the way he almost whines his words. You don’t ask, even though you’re curious. You don’t ask, even when he eats you out that morning until he’s made sure you’re crying his name and nothing else. You don’t ask, even when fucks you slow and deep and measured and almost, dare you say, loving like he never has before, clinging onto you as if he can’t live without you. You don’t ask, even when he may get a little rough (just how you like it), as if he’s afraid you’ll leave him right then and there. You don’t even ask when he sucks not one but two hickeys on your neck, large enough for anyone to see. For Taehyung and Namjoon to see.

You never really do ask, even though you notice things have become different.

It’s not as if you haven’t always been close to one another. There are more times than not in which you both physically can’t keep your hands off of one another in public, though in the safest and simplest ways possible. It’s there, in the way you sit next to him with your legs crossed regally on the couch in the green room backstage before a set, playing with the rings on his fingers on the hand resting on your shoulder; there, in the way you sit draped across his lap, leaning into his chest, in the studio as they blur through recordings. When you give advice on composing or lyric writing, Jungkook listens. When you giggle into his ear and whisper lewd things when you probably shouldn’t in the middle of a party with important business men and other celebrities, Jungkook is captivated.

It wasn’t always supposed to be like this. Jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you, but he always knew there was something about you he just could not get enough of. You had chosen him first, approaching him late one night at a bar, and he was instantly head-over-heels. Even if it was mutually agreed upon ━ and oftentimes never really outwardly mentioned ━ that you could sleep around with him, Namjoon, and Taehyung, then Jungkook would have to deal with it. He would do anything, if it meant getting to see you more. At first he didn’t even mind. What was one more groupie to the ever growing list he had already accumulated? He’s never gotten feelings for any of them, so surely he thought he would be okay with you; that maybe whatever he was feeling for you would go away.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

After he asks you the question the first time, he finds himself stuck in a greedy months-long habit of asking you wistfully every time he finds you in his bed. He asks it a thousand and one times, but only ever gets one response from you. You’ll say no, that you have to leave, and sometimes you will. But sometimes ━ sometimes when he knows he wins out because he knows you let your guard down long enough to become besotted by him, a tangible mess with his every touch ━ you’ll linger just a little longer and the notion alone is enough to instill a sense of hope in Jungkook even if he knows it’s wrong.

And maybe you shouldn’t play along. Then again, he takes all your time and you devote what little you have left afterward to him anyway, pretending that you’re still seeing Taehyung and Namjoon when you’re certainly not.

Sometimes Jungkook catches you when he doesn’t mean to, or isn’t expecting to, and it’s all different moments that physically pain him. Sometimes those moments come from paying one of the guys a visit and stumbling upon you there, too.

After having not seen you for the whole day, and just before the concert begins, Jungkook is called over to Namjoon’s room within the hotel to discuss some last minute changes to the show (which Jungkook’s positive he would have heard about if he hadn’t ignored his manager early in the morning). Only Namjoon doesn’t answer the door when Jungkook arrives. There’s a crescendo of giggling on the other side of the threshold and then it’s you, and you’re standing there wearing nothing but a baggy shirt of Namjoon’s that barely covers your bum (and shorts too, he thinks, but Jungkook’s much too focused now on you in Namjoon’s shirt). Namjoon’s standing a bit further back, leaning against the wall of the hallway without a shirt on and he’s grinning at something that’s just happened.

“Took you long enough,” Namjoon calls out. “Come in, we’ll get started. I’ll just be right back━ Just hopped out of the shower━” And then he disappears into another room, most likely to find another shirt that isn’t taken by you.

“Jungkook!” You greet him so cheerfully, as if the sight of you half naked in another man’s home isn’t eating away at Jungkook. You pull him into a hug that’s so tight he can smell your familiar perfume and probably Namjoon’s lingering scent if he focuses hard enough. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so standoffish. He hopes you don’t notice. “You’re back early.”

“Yeah. The girls had to leave but that’s okay.” You’re smiling so bright and wide that it almost hurts. “Namjoon━”

“Wanted to see you?” Jungkook finishes for you, remembering your words earlier in the day.

“Yeah━” You’re rambling on now but Jungkook isn’t listening. The pain is still lingering and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it isn’t right but he can’t be bothered to care. In that moment, he realizes he’d rather be anywhere but there and he’s never felt that way before.

“Uh━ You know what?” He cringes slightly when he interrupts you. “Forgot I had to do something actually. Mina called earlier ━ said she wanted to talk or whatever.”

Your face immediately drops at the mention of the other girl and it pains him even more to know that you don’t see through his blatant lie. What’s worse is that Mina had called him the night before, but he had turned her down promptly before she could even say what she wanted.

You glance over your shoulder fleetingly as if to look for Namjoon, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your lower lip. “But I thought you needed to talk with Joon about the show?”

“Can’t, sorry. Tell Namjoon he can do whatever he wants. I don’t care. Seems like he’s got his hands full with you here anyway.”

He hates himself for it ━ he hates how petty he can be, how rude he can sound without truly meaning it ━ but before he can explain himself or apologize in a way that would probably make him look even more like an idiot, he turns his back to you. It’s the first time he’s really ever done something like that. Usually, he puts up with it ━ with you draped over Namjoon’s lap or Taehyung’s hand on your waist because usually he hadn’t always had feelings for you.

Truth be told, Jungkook doesn’t know how Namjoon or Taehyung feel about “sharing” you. He doesn’t even know how you feel about it or if you’ve noticed Jungkook’s short temper lately. He tries to contain it but he can’t and he hates how he’s become when he’s not alone with you. Lately, he’s started to think that maybe this isn’t right anymore. Maybe he shouldn’t keep meeting up with you if he’s going to feel this way all the time, and it wasn’t fair to you for him to be sulking so much. He’s not supposed to be in love. He’s supposed to be having fun.

After all, that’s what it was to you, wasn’t it?

But that night something happens.

Jungkook only notices you half an hour into the show later that night even despite the fact that you’re in the same place that you always are, standing on the side in the part of the pit closest to the stage where only family and close friends are allowed to stay. Of course you’re dancing along, just like you always do, and of course you’re watching him and the rest of the boys with starry eyes, just how he loves. You smiled wide at some point when his gaze locked with yours ━ him, drenched in sweat and nearing exhaustion, and you, face-flushed and looking as if you’re having the time of your life.

But that’s the thing about you ━ you’re not like the others. Sure, your eyes tend to drift to him more often than not and linger on him longer than necessary but you don’t just come for him. You live for the music, admire the rest of the boys that have treated him so dearly and make the group what it is.

And the way he performs ━ you wonder if he purposely exerts himself more because he wants you to only focus on him. Every rough thrust of his hips, every time he grabs at his crotch, dark and hooded eyes meets yours and you know he’s trying to tease you. Trying to make you suffer.

Later, when the concert is finished and you’re at a private room in a club with the boys to celebrate the evening and Jungkook has had one too many shots, he finds you at the bar. He sidles up from behind you, one palm sliding onto the small of your back. You know it’s him even before you look, judging by the familiar stature of his chest pressing against your body, and his usual scent. His lips press to the crook of your neck and your lips unfurl into a smile. You reach up blindly to grab at the nape of his neck as he starts to sway against you to the beat of the music, hips digging into your ass.

“I’ve been dying to be next to you all night.” He whispers this into the shell of your ear and you wonder vaguely how you’ve maintained enough self-control to not drop to your knees and suck him off then and there. Even worse is the fact that he’s still adorned in the makeup from the concert. Your fingers scratch at one of the newly shaved sides of his head, the rest of his long locks only maintain some of its original style pushed back and off his forehead, though now messily mused as it splays out on either side of his head and threatens to hide the undercut once more.

“You’re drunk,” You point out. He doesn’t seem to register the fact that you only point it out because otherwise, if he wasn’t so smashed, you aren’t quite sure he’d even be touching you the way he is now after the way he’s been acting lately.

“So are you,” Jungkook hums. “Let’s get out of here?”

And you can’t possibly say no.

He thinks it’s a shame, really, because you had looked quite pretty that night wearing a velvet red dress. Because after somehow calling a taxi and stumbling back to his dorm, he gets lost in you for a while and completely ravishes you, impatiently ripping your dress off you and pressing you against the wall, hips eagerly digging into yours until you hook your legs around his hips and he carries you off to bed to finish.

When you’re spent from your first high, Jungkook moves from your sprawled out positions on the bed and gets up, pulling on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor. You watch him as he combs his hair back that’s fallen into his face again, muscles in his biceps rippling as he does so. He reaches for an acoustic guitar in one corner, then sinks onto the edge of the bed. He’s not usually this quiet after a night spent together, though you don’t quite seem to notice, thinking nothing of it as he starts plucking away at the guitar with a melody in mind if only because when he’s frustrated and stuck on a lyric, he usually goes to you in seek of help in terms of finding relief. You get to your knees, crawling over to him so that you can drape your arms around his shoulders from the back.

“That’s pretty,” You sigh dreamily, nodding to the guitar and the lazy strumming he had been doing. In the distance, you realize there’s been music playing faintly the whole time from the dock where his phone is plugged in. You recognize one of the boys’ songs playing, then realize it’s Jungkook’s solo, his own voice singing beautifully back to you. Above all else, you realize all at once that he isn’t really playing anything at all, or brainstorming a new song, but plucking along absentmindedly to the melody of his own song.

He’s distracted but he tenses at your touch, then relaxes at once, melting instantly against you. “Just messing around,” he sighs.

“Nonsense,” You giggle. He glances over at you just in time to see you reach for his hand, and he watches as you play with the rings on his fingers. “There’s magic in these hands. In more ways than one.”

You press a chilling kiss against his palm, and then the tip of each of his fingers. Time seems to slow, and all he can suddenly focus on is you.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” His voice has a dull, stubborn whine to it that he can’t shake. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Once or twice,” You smirk. You busy yourself by focusing on lining the bottom of your palm with his, measuring your hand in his. He’s much bigger than you, his fingers nearly towering over yours and they’re always so snug and warm.

“Well, it’s true,” he says. “You’re the kinda girl songs are written about.”

“Unless I’m mistaken,” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, “you have written songs about me.”

He feigns a look of doubt, though a smile threatens to tug at his mouth, especially when you delicately lace your fingers with his one-by-one. “Ah, is that what you think, baby girl? Don’t let the fame get to your head.”

You laugh, dropping your head and leaning your temple against his knuckles in an attempt to hide your sheepish face. With his free hand, he sets his guitar back onto the floor and then unravels his other hand from yours. His palm is calloused and hot as it slides onto your cheek, and you nuzzle into it even despite him guiding your face back up to look at him. He can’t help himself; he leans in to kiss you, biting at your lower lip and earning a delicious moan. As his hands come to grip at your sides just over your ribs and the underside of your breasts do you crawl into his lap to straddle him. For a while, he lets himself get carried away, feeling your hands roam his chest, but then with such vivid intensity, he can only imagine Namjoon and Taehyung in the same position as him and it almost makes him want to vomit. Either that, or it’s the alcohol. Gathering his wits, he shakes his head, pulling apart from you.

“I think I should write━” He fumbles uselessly with his words. “Namjoon’s gonna kill me if I don’t finish these songs━”

You arch your chest against his, warm and soft and palpable, and your hips dig into his a little more roughly, rubbing against his straining erection. You can be heard whining sluggishly as you kiss the underside of his jaw, “But I want you inside me, Kook.”

His breath hitches in his throat, but he can’t think straight anymore. Is the scent he smelling even you anymore, or just a mix of Namjoon and Taehyung? And when you tell him he’s the only one who can ever make you feel the way he does, do you tell that to them too?

His silence is answer enough, and is what ultimately forces you to look up at him. You’re met with an empty expression, then your own countenance is contorting. You sit back on his lap.

“I don’t understand you anymore, Jungkook,” You say. There it is, he laments to himself. The familiar pang to his chest, the dreaded realization that maybe he’s fucked this whole thing up forever. “It’s like sometimes you can’t get enough of me, touching me here and there and just before shows when you’re supposed to be on in ten minutes, telling me that no one will care if you’re late. Then sometimes it’s like you won’t even look at me. Like you can’t get me off of you fast enough; like you can’t even touch me anymore.”

Jungkook avoids your stare, which he knows is exactly the sort of thing he shouldn’t do. But you already have your answer. You clamber off of his lap at once to slide back onto the bed and he wants nothing more than to pull you back but he knows he shouldn’t. Now, you seem flustered, or maybe just disheartened. Your arms come to cross over your bare chest, as if to hide yourself.

“You don’t want to touch me anymore,” You say dryly.

It’s not a question so much as it is a statement. Either way, he shakes his head. Rubbing a tired hand over his face, he mumbles, “Maybe you should go.”

You clamp your mouth shut. “You’re not serious, Jungkook.”

He still doesn’t dare to meet your gaze, his jaw set hard in place.

“You’re kicking me out? Now? Now?”

“I’m not. I’m just━ Not in the mood tonight.”

“What a liar,” You gasp. “I had your stupid boner poking my ass the entire time we were at the club, and you sure as hell spent the better part of the night fucking me.”

He can’t quite tell if you’re mad. Your tone dances a fine line between incredulousness and amusement, though he assumes it all boils down to disappointment in the end anyway. You refuse to move, though, pushing yourself onto your knees beside him.

“Tell me the truth, Jungkook,” You plead carefully. “Something’s wrong. Has been for a while, and I want to know what it is.”

He takes a deep breath and finally meets your stare and, god, you look irresistible. Your lips are bruised red from him biting and sucking at them, and your exposed chest is too tempting, beckoning him to touch you. His mind is a whirlwind of emotions ━ plus, he’s just a little bit tipsy, and so he blames it on that for caving into you so easily.

He grimaces. “I’m jealous, all right?”

You don’t respond at first, and he decides he wants to curl up into a hole and die. Then, you snort, which isn’t exactly the sort of reaction he was expecting to hear from you, and suddenly you don’t seem so angry at him anymore. “I knew that. Was wondering when you’d tell me, though.”

“You what?”

“Well, it’s not that hard to see. You’re always giving Namjoon and Taehyung death glares when I’m around.”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.” He says this sheepishly, and at least you giggle at him. “I just━ I’m selfish. I want you to myself.”

“I’m not a thing to have,” You retort.

“I know,” he says, and then groans the words again. “Fuck, I know. I’m sorry. I know you’re not a thing to have, and you’re not mine to have but, god, I hate it that they know everything about what it feels like to be with you.”

Gently, he grabs at your waist, tugging you onto his lap, rough hands spreading your thighs to sit perfectly on him once more. Then, with his hands planted on your hips, does he guide you back and forth on him slowly. He reaches out to brush his fingers along your bare arms, then across your collarbones, and down to your breasts. He leans down as if to kiss the valley between them, but his mouth never really does meet your skin; instead, his lips graze faintly against you.

“That they know your body.” He brushes his nose against your chest as he lifts his head. His mouth ghosts across your breasts, almost catching your nipples in his mouth, his breath warm and tingly against the sensitive flesh, just to tease you. His hand follows his lips, grasping firmly at the underside of your breast, his thumb flicking over the perked bud. “Have touched it where I’ve touched it.”

Your own hands flail out to grasp at his shoulders, your breath hitching in your throat. “Why? Why do you hate it so much? That’s all I want to know.”

“Because they don’t even know how lucky they are,” he mutters. “Because you probably do all sorts of things for them and they just think you’re another groupie. Because they aren’t in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?” Your face is hot now, your body trembling. His hands are still on your chest when he starts kissing your throat.

“Yeah. I am.”

“What if I told you I’m in love with you too?”

“Well, you are fucking my band mates. I think that makes things a tad bit complicated.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You’re certain if he wasn’t making you feel like heaven in that moment, you would have snapped the words. Instead, you’re already shamelessly grinding your hips against his even without his guidance. “I called it off with them a while ago, actually. They were okay with it, too. Said they felt something was different. You’re the only one in my life, Jungkook.”

Jungkook stops suddenly. He pulls his head back to gawk at you and is greeted to your hooded eyes watching him. “You━ What? What about this morning when you said Namjoon wanted to see you?”

“I lied,” You admit timidly.

“And when you were in his room━”

“We never did anything,” You promise. “I just wanted to see a reaction from you. Honestly, so did Taehyung and Namjoon. I mean, Namjoon purposely told me to come to his room to see if you’d be jealous. And I think I went along with it because I really just want to know that when you ask me to stay with you, in your bed, do you really mean it? I just…” You trail off, biting at your lower lip, asking him apprehensively, “What about you and that Mina girl?”

“I haven’t seen her or talked to her in months,” he says earnestly.

“Of course not.” You say this in a breathless laughing manner, as if it’s just now dawning on you. Then, you reach up to cradle his head in your hands, grasping at either side of his face. When you speak next, your voice is an ardent whisper. “I want to be with you, Kook. Like really, really be with you. I didn’t know how to tell you because we were so used to just having sex and nothing more and I figured if that’s all I could get with you, then I’d learn to live with it even if it’d kill me to hear you hooking up with other girls.”

Jungkook blinks. He takes a moment to comprehend what’s happening, but then he’s feeling that tension in his chest loosen and he’s just so relieved.

“There’s only you,” he says. “Has been for a while.”

You smile, so big and soft and pretty, and he kisses you just to bask in the moment. Suddenly, he’s just overwhelmed with love for you and almost doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Maybe I should get you jealous more often,” You muse pensively. “It’s kinda hot.”

“It’s mean,” he pouts. Then, his demeanour changes and he’s smirking wolfishly. “Besides, they can’t fuck you like I can, can they?”

“N-No,” You croak feebly. “It’s always been you, Jungkook. Even with them. I’d never tell them but… you’re all I could think about even when I was with them. Imagining you touching me instead of them. Imagining it was you when they laid with me.”

This seems to grab his attention, having him groaning into your neck. “What’d I say? Gonna be the death of me.”

You shiver at the sound of his hoarse voice. You whisper aloud, “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid lately,” he says. “Let me make it up to you. Do you want that, baby girl? But first you gotta show me you mean it. That you’re mine.”

As he tongues a pattern against your throat, you muster a nod. You wonder if it’s obvious how badly you want him in that moment, with the way your hips continue to grind against his.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh,” he murmurs against you. “Can you do that for me?”

The thought entices you and has you scrambling to nod your head again. His large hands come to grab at your ass, shifting you until you’re seated on one of his legs. Your eyes never stray from his as you start to grind against his thigh, the rough material of his sweatpants rubbing at your core. Slow and steady, he guides you back and forth, watching as your pretty mouth pops open into a silent gasp.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos. “God, you look so pretty. And you’re all mine. Touch yourself for me.”

“Where?” You ask breathlessly.

“All over. Anywhere you want me.”

You whimper at the thought, imagining the feeling of his rough hands on your body. You start at your chest, grasping at your own breasts, squeezing at your perked nipples. You pinch them until they’re hard under your fingertips, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with your palm as you try to picture Jungkook doing the same. Then, you slide one hand down the front of your stomach, past your navel. He watches as you dip lower and lower before finally reaching between your legs, fingers rubbing small circles against your clit. The mingling feelings of you rutting your hips against his thigh and the way you touch yourself under his burning stare has you writhing on his lap within seconds.

“Oh, Jungkook━” Your eyes clamp shut, brows knitting in concentration. “Wanna feel you so bad━”

“Uh uh,” he tuts at once. Grabbing at your chin, he yanks your head back up in his direction and taps his thumb against your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see how I make you feel.”

“But it feels so good,” You whine. Still, you listen, prying your eyes open just slightly enough to meet his stare again. Now, you’ve started to grind a little harder on him, rubbing at your heat a little faster. “Please, Jungkook━”

“Cum for me first,” he coos, his tone gentle despite his obvious demands. “Then I’ll do whatever you want. You can do that for me, right?”

You muster a nod, eyes threatening to flutter shut again but you refrain. He moves one of his arms to wrap around your waist, his large hard encompassing almost all of your back as he pushes you closer to him and the action alone is enough to make you hum with delight.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says. “The things they could never do for you.”

He doesn’t say Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s names for you to understand and, truthfully, you’re glad he doesn’t. Your mind is much too focused on Jungkook to care about anyone else.

“I want you━” You cry out suddenly, biting at your lip. “I want you to touch me, anywhere. I want you to use me, and make me yours. I want you in me. I just need your dick, Jungkook, please. You always make me feel so good. Please, please touch me━”

His jaw sets hard in place as he continues to watch you, fingers itching to please you however which way you want, but he waits. He knows you’re close to your high when you start whimpering and moaning his name, your hand falling from your chest as your other hand rubs harder at your clit the faster you ride his thigh. He flexes his muscle beneath your core, and the simple action is enough to have your head spinning. As you reach your high, his hand that is still wrapped around your chin slides upward and his two forefingers poke into your mouth. Instantly, you’re sucking against them, tongue laving at his digits desperately as you imagine his cock in your mouth, in your cunt, stretching you wide.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he grunts. “Keep your eyes on me.”

As you unravel in his arms, body twitching into his chest, his arm tightens its hold around your back and envelopes you in his warmth so much to the point where it feels as if you begin to melt against him. You grab at his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth until you almost gag, muffled moans meeting his ear as you climax. When you’re spent, your pace on his thigh slows to a steady occasional gyrating of your hips as you suck and lav at his fingertips.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Jungkook hums, his free hand stroking your back as you calm your nerves. When you’ve regained most of your wit, you pop Jungkook’s fingers from your mouth and he takes the liberty of guiding his palm down your chin to your throat to your breasts. “You’re doing so well for me. Bet you never listened as well to them as you do with me. Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”

You scramble to obey, crawling off his lap and onto all fours on the bed. You crane your neck to watch as he gets to his knees behind you, shoving the material of his sweatpants down to his knees in haste. He’s already impossibly hard, grasped in his knuckles, precum leaking from the head of his dick. He wastes no time in pushing himself into you, and though he’s stretched you wide hours ago, the same feeling of him slipping in snug to your heat does wonders on your body still.

“Mm, Jungkook!” You cry out as he buries himself balls deep into you, coaxed so easily by your slick arousal. He sputters at the sensation, palms pawing at your navel as he yanks you further down his cock. “F-Fuck━ You feel so good━”

“Show me,” he gasps, pulling his hips out once and rutting into you so vigorously you feel it shudder throughout your whole body. Then, he’s thrusting into you at a rhythmic fast pace that has you clenching so tight around him, his head spins some more. “Let me hear you. I wanna see how I make you feel. Let me see how you belong to me.”

He tugs at your elbows, yanking you up off the bed, and you clumsily follow suit, pressing your back flushed against his chest.

“I’m all yours, Jungkook,” You whine. “I want you to wreck me so bad. Only you know how to wreck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” he taunts. “Only me? Gonna prove it?”

“Please, Jungkook━ Harder, please━ I’ll do anything you want!”

He quickens his pace and slams his hips up into yours harshly. It has you moaning with delight, nearly slipping from his grasp, but he holds you tighter in place. He reaches round to grab at your chin again, twisting your head in a careful yet prompt manner so that you’re looking over your shoulder at him with your flustered gawking expression.

“Open up.” He taps at your mouth and you do as you’re told. Almost instantly, he pulls your chin closer until your mouth is hovering over his, and spits. It’s a wordless command and gesture, as if to further prompt you to prove your point. You welcome it entirely, swallowing his own saliva completely. What doesn’t make it into your mouth, dribbles down your chin and onto your throat. Then you’re chasing his mouth, hearing him hum approvingly, “That’s it, baby.”

You almost miss his lips the first time from the way he’s being so feral now as his hips continue to slam against yours. You’re fortunate when he guides your chin, still pinched between his fingers, in a much too tender manner for the crude moment that has your heart swooning despite all the hysteria. A hot open-mouthed kiss which is still entirely sloppy as your tongues ravish mid-air, and his teeth nip and suck on your lower lip any chance he can get.

“Gonna tell them how well I fuck you?” he asks breathlessly. You bite at his lip this time, tugging at it hard. “Let them know you’re all mine? Fuck━”

“Mhm!” You rasp. “Oh, Jungkook━”

By now, his pace is relentless. You threaten to ricochet from his grip with each rut of his hips, knees wobbling beneath you. He hand falls from your chin finally to grab at your breasts, replacing your earlier efforts, pinching at your nipples, squeeze at your soft flesh. He lavs wet kisses along your jawline, your neck, and shoulder. Your own head leans back onto his shoulder, a hand reaching out to grasp at his hair. Your fingers first scratch at the shaved sides, then thread through his hair, yanking at it tightly enough to have him grunting in delight.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna━” You whimper. “I’m gonna━”

But you don’t finish your thought. It doesn’t matter anyway. Jungkook already knows you’re close to your high with the way you start to clench around him. You pull even tighter at his hair, a pleasant burn evoking a hiss from his throat. His hips move even faster than before, desperate to try and carry you to your high. So riddled from your first orgasm not long ago and the one before that, you’re quick to crumble beneath him once more. Twisting and turning, you cry out his name in a repeated mantra, like music to his ears. When the scorching heat between your thighs and blinding your eyes subsides enough for you to be somewhat coherent again, you meekly find your voice.

“Tell me I’m yours,” You beg despairingly, voice barely a ragged panting whisper. The aftershock of your orgasm still shakes through your body that the way you’re clutching at his hair now is only so that you can still have some sort of hold on reality still. “Please, please. Tell me. I wanna be yours so bad. You already have me, just wanna hear it from you. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Please, Jungkook━”

A nerve flutters in Jungkook’s heart. And his dick. He marvels momentarily at the idea of how he wants to continue to wreck you and simultaneously love you all over and grows impatient. Without warning, and with much difficulty, he pulls out of you. Before you can register what’s happening or miss the warmth of his cock in your heat, he pushes you onto the bed and flips you around so that you’re on your back. Then, hovering over you close enough so that he can hook one of your legs over his shoulder, he pushes himself back into you.

“You’re all I want,” he says, smoothing his mouth over yours once more. He moans against your lips, then rests his forehead against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut. “God, I’m so fucking in love with you. You make it so hard to think sometimes. Everything about you drives me wild.”

His pace isn’t as harsh as before, though he’s careless as he abandons all form in an attempt to ride out your high and reach his own. Each thrust he makes jolts you back and forth on the bed, the sensitivity between your thighs a mild burn that starts to crescendo as you gasp each time his cock slides back into you. You reach out tiredly to grab at his face with soft motions despite not bothering to move him from where he still rests with his forehead. One large palm of his comes to grasp at your side, pushing you further into the mattress as he hammers into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum━” He moans. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Gonna let me make your cunt mine?”

“Yes, please,” You rasp. “Wanna feel it so bad.”

It’s different this time despite knowing the sensation well enough from all those times before. Every event since then has been a build up to this, and when he finally releases into you, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make the both of you whimper and whine, mewling with delight the longer he cums in your heat.

Then, he slumps against your chest and the room falls silent once more safe for the sound of your mingled panting. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck and your fingers rake through his sweaty hair in a soothing manner until that too ceases after a few silent moments.

“Not falling asleep on me now, are you?” he asks after the thrill of both your highs have subsided. He lifts his head to look at you and finds that you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No,” You lie. You pry one eye open to look at him as you bite back a sheepish snicker. He pulls out of you at long last, and the lack of warmth has you immediately protesting. You reach out blindly for him before he can move too far. “Come back here. I want to cuddle you.” Then, letting your surroundings register once more, you realize suddenly that music has still been playing all this time. Most specifically, Jungkook’s solo which has been left on a loop. You meet his curious gaze in the dark and deadpan, “Did you seriously just fuck me to your song?”

“It’s not fucking when we were making love,” he wriggles his brows suggestively. You wonder how he’s always so quick to go from one extreme to the other. Whereas five minutes ago, you wanted nothing more than to have him demolish you with his dick, now he’s just his usual lovable idiotic self that you want to kiss all over. He’s not wrong though, you discern. The song isn’t a bad one either, and the thought of him having sex with you to his own music is undescriably hot anyway.

“You can’t say you were making love to me when you just took me raw.” Amongst other things, you think to yourself, but you’re certain he’s well aware of that. His snickers warm your heart to no end and you can’t help yourself when you lean forward to kiss him.

“I can and I will because I love you,” he says proudly. Then, as if tasting the words on his tongue and favouring the sound of it, hums more pensively again, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

And this time he knows you mean it because, in the morning, when you both wake up feeling sore and marked all over by one another (so that Namjoon and Taehyung can know), you’re still curled up into Jungkook’s chest. You’re half asleep, your nose nuzzling against the crook of his neck and making him smile. You’re only roused awake by the feather-light strokes his fingers make as they rub small circles into your back.

“Stay with me?” Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. This time, he even knows it’ll be different.

He sees your sleepy smile widen when he kisses your temple sweetly, and decides quickly that he likes this, right there and now, as it is, and especially when he hears you whisper finally, “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

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⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 the last thing jimin had anticipated when he’d followed you into the room of requirement was to find you, the demure little head-girl, in front of the mirror of erised. moaning his name. 〞hogwarts au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: slytherin head-boy!jimin x hufflepuff head-girl!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: mild angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 29k ��

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!jimin, big cock!jimin, possessive!jimin, sub!reader, virgin!reader, female masturbation, mirror sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, teasing, minor thigh spanking, fingering, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, corruption kink, biting, orgasm denial, orgasm control, begging, pussy slapping, marking, object play? he teases her with a vibrating wand, praise, object insertion, clit spanking, crying, begging, overstimulation, clit torture, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, squirting, manhandling, spanking, minor anal play/teasing, power play/dnyamics, virgin sex, wet & mess sex, unprotected sex, once again jimin has a ᵖʰᵃᵗ cock, kneeling doggy style (kind of oath sex position), mild pain kink, rough sex, hair pulling, creampie, brief cum play

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: sol writing a jimin au? truly, it must be a miracle,,,,, this really was supposed to only be a 5k commission,,, but i thot if i need to suffer and write for jimin,,,, perhaps i should suffer and write him an entire au with plot,, just like he deserves 😌

⏤ commissioned by @opaljm in exchange for a blm donation // beta read the these lovely people: @yeoldontknow, @luffles424, @peekaboongi, @sunshinekims, @inthecrescentmoonight, @tricethecharm, @jjungkooksthighs, @dontaskshhhhh and @nervouskiwi!!

⏤ disclaimer: in order to ensure all characters are 18+, i’ve tweaked the hogwarts curriculum to include ‘apprenticeships’ and ‘masterships’, essentially wizarding equivalent of graduates/post-grad, and as a result, yn is 21 and jimin is 22!! // additional disclaimer: i know absolutely fuck all about tarot cards and readings and therefore thank you to the lovely @yeoldontknow for picking which cards to use as well as giving me the explanations/details of the reading!

⇥ this ones for all my kinky virgins out there, hope y’all stay freaks 😤

Hidden in the private dorms of the Potions Apprentice Quarters, you sit on the floor in the common room. Large, arched windows litter one side of the room, charmed - just like the Great Hall’s ceiling - to reflect the weather outside of the castle. Though, unlike the Great Hall, the charm could be turned off at will - allowing a magnificent, if not eerie, view of the underwaters of the Black Lake and all of its creatures. Currently, the charm is off, and the lake’s murky waters cast a dark hue to the room, bathing everything with a dark-teal tinge. Dark, crushed-velvet curtains drape down from the ceiling, the velour fabric only adding to the ominous scene of the Black Lake.

Despite the dismally grim sight of the lake, the rest of the common room is pleasant, and homely - if a little cold. With the space shared by all Potion’s Apprentices, from years eight to ten, regardless of the house, the interior is decorated in shades of black and grey rather than Hogwarts House colours. Dark, almost black, wenge wood furniture litters the room: from the large beams that run across the ceiling - holding onto the chandeliers, to the towering bookcases that fringe one wall of the room - brimming with rare potion tomes; as well as the glass-lined cabinets that cluster one corner of the room - teeming with vials and flasks of all sorts of potioneering ingredients.

The carpet that lines the flooring, however, is a light shade of mottled grey - the material piled and shaggy, and oh so soft under bare feet. Lavish leather sofas and armchairs of smoke-grey sit in one corner of the room, right beside the ornate brick fireplace; and a large frame of white gold hangs above the mantelpiece, containing the portrait of Gunhilda de Gorsemoor: a gifted potioneer who had developed the cure for Dragon Pox in the sixteenth century. Potions tables occupy the far corner, right beside the ingredients cabinets; each surface littered with a series of flasks and beakers, as well as glass phials, a pestle and mortar, various ingredient prepping tools; and, of course, a cauldron.

A sudden chill runs through the air, causing a shudder to run down your spine. It’s the middle of November, and yet, somehow the air feels colder in the common room. Though, you have a feeling that’s more to do with the fact that the dormitory is located in a far corner of the Hogwarts Dungeons, as well as being surrounded by the cold waters of the Black Lake. You don’t know why, perhaps it was just an oversight, but the temperature of the dungeons had always been bitterly biting. As a result, you nestled further into the warmth of the furry blanket laid over your lap - a gracious comfort from the brisk chill in the air. You’ve been living in the Apprentice Quarters for almost three years now, and yet, you’re still not used to the frigid temperatures of your dorms. To be honest, you don’t think you ever will.

Of course, being a Hufflepuff, you’d spent seven years on the floor just above - the common room located in the basement of Hogwarts. Alas, contrary to the dungeons, the basement is warm, in particular the Hufflepuff Common Room, and so, these past three years, you’ve struggled with the cold. Part of you wishes you were still within the comfort of the dorms you’d spent the better part of your Hogwarts Career in. However, after graduating from seventh year, you’d immediately applied for an apprenticeship in Potions. Upon having succeeded in your application, it had meant you’d had to move into the Dungeons, and from the Hufflepuff Dorms to the Potions Apprentice Quarters - a living space you currently share with Park Jimin.

Speaking of Jimin, he sits beside you and, unlike you, the cold doesn’t seem to bother him one bit. In fact, on the contrary to your body huddled into the shaggy comforter, the Slytherin Head Boy is casually pouring over the table: his back bent as his dark eyes skim across the parchment paper. His cloak rests casually on the sofa’s armrest, his sleeves rolled to his elbows and hair dangling in front of his eyes. You don’t know how he does it; how he so easily braces himself against the cold. Though, it could be because he’s spent ten years in the dungeons now - having acclimated to the cold over the decade.

From the corner of your peripheral vision, you take in the Head Boy. Naturally, you and Jimin had grown up together throughout your time at Hogwarts. And so, you’ve seen him change from the pudgy little eleven-year-old boy he was, to the man he is now. At twenty-two, Park Jimin is every bit the Pureblood Aristocrat he was born and bred to be: with dark pine-green hair that falls like silk around his face and sharp, cunning eyes - nestled between soft lids - that could stare into your soul and discover your deepest, darkest secrets (without the use of Legilimency).

Eyes scanning over his form, you watch as his lips quirk in concentration, his own gaze skimming across the large potions textbook as he jots down his notes. Against your will, your stare is pulled toward his hands. One is splayed onto the textbook, his pointer finger marking his current space on the page. The other glides across the parchment in front of him, his Eagle Quill scrawling over the paper in balletic movements as he jots down his notes. The gracefulness of the motions immediately captures your attention. His hands always surprise you, no matter what they’re doing. They’re somewhat small, and on the thick side - and a lot of the time they look incredibly cute. However, sometimes - like now - you’re surprised by how… attractive they are.

His fingers loosely grip the quill, the flexion of his knuckles practically mesmerising you as they protrude through his smooth, creamy skin. The bony features of his digits, and knuckles, are only emphasised by the thick rhodium ring he wears on his middle finger: the palatial band studded with gems of dark lilac and ebony. You have no doubt that it’d cost a fortune. Though, it’s probably closer to priceless; and most likely an antique, Park family heirloom. The backs of his hands are vascularised, and with each movement, you note the way the prominent vein bulges. You don’t know what he’s writing, but whatever it is, you know it’s probably incredibly advanced. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise you if he were scribbling different ingredients and their uses down, so he could create his own concoctions.

When you’d first moved in with Jimin, three years ago at the start of your apprenticeship, you’d been surprised by how often he’d actually studied. Particularly because Jimin was naturally gifted in Potions, and on his way to being one of the most skillful Potioneers the Wizarding World had ever seen. Thus, it was no surprise when you’d found out he was the other chosen Potions Apprentice for your year. Soft sigh drawing from your lips, you turn your attention back to your task at hand. Or well, tasks.

Juxtaposingly to Jimin, you were by no means a Potions Genius. Of course, you loved the subject, it’s just that you had to work a little harder in order to keep your grades up. Hence, the sight that greets you. Three pewter cauldrons sit on the table in front of you; the corners of your lips quirked into a frown as you inspect them. One of the pots contains a deep burgundy liquid, the potion rippling blood-red under the lighting of the torch sconces; signifying its completion. As a result, it’s the only one that’s set to the side. The other two still bubble over the bunsen burner: the left shimmers a pale, pearlescent lilac, while the right is a strange, putrid puce colouring that has you worried.

With a glance down to the potion tome beside you, your frown deepens. At this stage in the potion’s brewing, it should be a soft orange shade, not fetid-green. A low hum of distress emanates from your throat while you skim down the recipe - wondering just where you’d gone wrong. No matter how much you scour the textbook, you simply can’t seem to find it, and slowly, you grow more desperate. Especially as the potion’s critical stage approaches. You need to add minced Puffer-Fish soon, but if you add it now, when something is clearly wrong, you don’t know what will happen. Though, you doknow it will result in a useless potion.

Without warning, “You didn’t powder the Bone fine enough,” comes a husky voice. The sound vibrates right beside your ear, a warm breath simultaneously fanning across the outer shell of your ear. Abruptly, you jump in your seat, almost knocking the brass scales holding your meticulously measured Puffer-Fish mince to the floor.

Almost as if he’d anticipated your movement, Jimin’s hand shoots out to steady the apparatus. Although, even as his arm moves, he stays unbelievably close to you, and the proximity of his pillowy mouth next to your ears has goosebumps pricking at your skin. Angling your head, you come face to face with him, your eyes going wide. Directly adjacent to yours, his lips are just a hair’s breadth from yours - so close, in fact, that they virtually graze against yours. Heat creeps up: from the base of your throat, all the way up to the tips of your ears; and not expecting him to be so near, you jolt away.

The motion causes Jimin to quirk a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at you, and his reaction only has the flush to your cheeks deepening. Ducking your head down, you tuck a stray hair behind your ear, and, “Oh… I didn’t realise,” you mutter under your breath.

The instant the words fall from your lips you blanch, internally kicking yourself. I didn’t realise. What a joke. You’d fucked up your entire potion and all you could say was I didn’t realise. By Morgana, you wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Here you are, a Potions Apprentice, and you hadn’t realised the bone wasn’t powdered fine enough. How had you even made it here? Especially since the potion you’d managed to botch was the Skele-Gro potion; one taught to second years. Meanwhile, your Blood-Replenishing potion, an expert recipe, is completely perfect and complete.

If Jimin cares about your response, he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he gestures towards your cauldron. “Why are you brewing three potions at once? Even brewing onerequires all your attention and concentration,” he states plainly, causing you to wince imperceptibly. He doesn’t mean to, but inadvertently, he’s rubbed salt into your wound.

“Madam Pomfrey’s running out of certain potions and I offered to help replenish them,” you reply, your voice coming out quieter than you’d intended to. Jimin simply hums.

“I guess that explains the potions you’re making. I was almost worried,” he says, his soft lips pulling tight as a lop-sided smirk crawls onto his mouth.

Not understanding, your eyebrows knit together. “Worried?” you frown. Jimin’s smirk only deepens, before he lounges back on the cream sofa. The movement draws attention to his strong body, his toned muscles bulging under his shirt, while his thighs strain against the tight material of his slacks.

“I mean, you’re brewing Blood-Replenishing, Skele-Gro and Wound-Cleaning potions out of the blue, any sensible person would be worried about their safety. I was starting to fear that you’d hex me, and then heal me before I could report you,” he jokes.

Swiftly, your jaw drops, and hastily shaking your head, “I would never-” you begin retorting, only for Jimin to hold up a hand and halt you.

“Yes, yes, you would never hurt me. Or anyone for that matter. I know, ____. It was just a joke,” Jimin cuts you off with a chuckle. “Besides, you’re too much of a Hufflepuff to think of anything so cunning,” he continues. His words have you blushing harder, your bottom lip protruding in a slight pout. After a brief pause, he nods to your cauldrons once again. “Anyway, that doesn’t explain why you’re brewing three at a time,” he says, his sentence phrased more like a question. With a sigh, you feel your shoulders deflate with weariness and lifting up a hand, you rub the bridge of your nose.

“She needs them as soon as possible. Quidditch games are going to start soon, and she’ll need all her potions restocked by then. If I don’t get them out of the way today, I won’t have any time to do them between Head Girl Duties and the Apprenticeship,” you answer

“Hmm… Still though… three potions at once is a lot. More than that, if they’re healing potions, you need to be even more careful. One wrong step and it could mean the difference between life and death,” he lectures. You know he means it well, and he doesn’t mean to upset you, but you can’t help the way your stomach sinks at his words.

He’s completely right - potion making, at its heart, is both a science and an artform. Of course, most magic requires careful consideration, however, potions even more so. Namely because, as he’d said, the slightest error could change the entire nature of the potion. That exact reason is why you’re here, as a Potion’s Apprentice. You see, your life’s dream is to qualify as a Healer, and in order to be a Healer, you now need to have some sort of post-N.E.W.T qualifications in either Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts or Herbology. Of course, it hadn’t always been like this. Before the Second Wizarding War, once a student had graduated from Hogwarts, they would be required to enter into a Healer’s program, or any job really, straight away.

However, once Voldemort had been defeated, the entire Wizarding World had needed to rebuild itself - having lost too much in the aftermath of the Final Battle. In a way, it had been somewhat of a - morbid - blessing; mainly because, it had meant that the stagnating magical community had grown and bolstered itself into the twenty-first century. One of the consequenting changes, had been the reintroduction of Apprenticeships and Masterships, meaning that students now had an option to gain an extra qualification or two that would better prepare them for the future jobs - kind of similar to the muggle equivalent of university. Though, of course, these apprenticeships continued through Hogwarts, rather than a separate magical institute.

Naturally, with your dream job being a healer, you’d taken up the Potion’s Apprenticeship. Mostly due to the fact that you want to work in the Cures and Remedies Department of St. Mungo’s: a department dedicated to brewing potions, as well as creating new ones for the ever-developing medical needs in the Wizarding Community. Which is also why Jimin’s lecture hits you harder. If you were already making such silly mistakes, you’ll sooner fail your dream than achieve it - and probably kill or harm a few people while you’re at it.

Realising that Jimin had stopped talking, a tense silence befalling the two of you while you wallow in self-pity, “I’m sorry,” you mutter under your breath. As soon as he hears the despondent tone to your voice, Jimin’s face softens.

“No need to apologise, you didn’t do it maliciously,” Jimin says. Then, nudging your knee with his foot, “Scoot over,” he says.

Eyebrows creasing, curiosity colours your face as you watch him close his book, before waving his wand and muttering a couple spells under his breath. Immediately, his parchment rolls up into a scroll, before flying through the air and into his bedroom; along with the rest of his things. Once he’s cleared his stuff, he scuttles off of the sofa, and onto the floor beside you. In your confusion, you hadn’t moved quick enough, and as a result, Jimin’s crossed knee falls onto your lap. With a blank stare, you glance down at his thick thigh, and feeling the weight of his limb onto yours, you quickly kick yourself into motion.

Shuffling to the side, you make space for Jimin, the Head Boy slotting into the space next to you and under your blanket - the cover draping over his own lap. In your new position, he’s now level with you, your pantyhose-clad knee brushing against his while your shoulders practically touch. He’s close enough that the scent of his expensive cologne is more prominent: notes of sandalwood and bergamot dancing in the air and through your senses. The woodsy-sweet aroma virtually entrances you, your head swimming with the beguiling fragrances and beckoning you to sink deep into them. For a moment, you take a deep, albeit subtle, breath - wanting to breathe it in even more. Nonetheless, Jimin’s voice is swiftly breaking you out of your trance.

“You need to add minced Puffer-Fish to this, right?” he asks as he peers at the Skele-Gro potion, the rancid-green liquid still bubbling under the high heat of your bunsen burner. Abruptly coming to your senses, you nod, trying to ignore the fuzzy warmth that settles in the pits of your stomach. “If you add it now, it’s most likely going to result in Skele-Gro,” Jimin mumbles, and hearing him, you immediately perk up. Perhaps all wasn’t lost yet. That is, until you hear him continue. “Except… it will probably result in the bones continuously growing without stopping - even once they’ve fixed themselves.”

“Oh. So I need to start over?” you ask as you pull your bottom teeth between your lips. Did you even have time for that? Or ingredients? If you go down to Slughorn’s Office in order to get a fresh supply, he’ll most likely question why and you’d rather notexplain that it’s because you’d been incompetent enough to mess up a second year level potion.

Jimin hums in thought. “No, I don’t think so. You’re also brewing Wound-Cleaning Potion, yes? That means you have Dittany Essence?” he asks, causing you to nod and pass him the dark-blue vial. “Adding three drops should counteract the effects and bring it back to what it’s supposed to be,” he continues, and you watch as he uncaps the glass bottle, before carefully pipetting exactly three drops of the solution into the cauldron. After placing the Dittany Essence back down, he stirs the potion anticlockwise five-times, and you observe in complete awe as the potion returns to a pale orange - the exact colour it's supposed to be.

“How did you…?” you breathe out, astonishment heavily lacing your voice. Beside you, Jimin simply shrugs.

“It’s a common mistake second years make when brewing Skele-Gro… not powdering the bone finely enough, I mean. Adding three drops of Dittany Essence and then stirring anticlockwise five times brings it back,” he replies casually. Despite his nonchalant tone, though, you find your body slackening with defeat.

“I can’t believe I made such a stupid mistake…” you mumble under your breath. The self-deprecating tone to your voice has Jimin clicking his tongue at you in a tut as he nudges your knee with his.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re brewing three potions at once - and two of them are advanced potions. Both of which you’ve brewed perfectly so far. You probably didn’t notice that the powdered bone wasn’t fine enough because you didn’t expect to mess up a simple potion,” Jimin immediately says - in a bid to comfort you. It works, because swiftly, you feel your stomach flip: butterflies blooming in the pits of your abdomen at his praise.

Against your will, a smile creeps onto your face - the corners of your lips tugging, and, “Thank you,” you mutter under your breath. A tinkling laugh slips through Jimin’s lips, and he bumps his shoulder into yours.

“You’re a perfectionist and a hard worker, ____. Both of those traits make a good Potioneer, ____. Which you are. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be here. You need to stop beating yourself up over small things,” he continues. His face is twisted into a bright smile, his plump lips stretched thin and displaying his teeth, as the apples of his cheeks bunch under his eyes - causing his eyelids to slit into thin, crescent-moons. Your own lips tug into a sheepish smile, and you look at him gratefully.

“I know… it’s just such a silly mistake,” you respond.

Jimin snorts at your answer, and, “Everyone makes silly mistakes. Even a Potions Master or Mistress. It’s inevitable with the amount of potions we brew,” he scoffs. His words placate you even further, and you feel your earlier upset fade to nothingness - replaced by ease. Sensing the fact that you’ve perked up, Jimin grabs the rest of the prepared ingredients for the Skele-Gro potion. You look at him in surprise, Jimin simply smiling kindly in response.

“Why don’t you focus on the Wound-Cleaning potion? I’ll finish up the Skele-Gro,” he suggests. Swiftly, you shake your head.

“No, no. It’s okay! I’ll be more careful! You don’t need to help if you’re busy,” you quickly refuse - not wanting to be a burden - as you reach for the ingredients once again. Jimin simply scowls, and holding out his arms, he uses his strength to bar your hands from touching the tray.

“I’m not busy - I was just doing some light research on Phoenix Tears. Now be a goodgirl and let me help you,” he hisses. The instant the command falls from his lips, you feel your stomach twist, and your eyes widen slightly at the command. For a moment you still, not expecting them. There’s a playful lilt to his voice, and you know he doesn’t mean anything by it; yet, you still find your arms obediently dropping to your side.

Head ducking down, you turn your gaze to the surface of the table in front of you, in an attempt to hide your face from Jimin’s view. It would not do well for him to see the barest hint of a blush on your face. Especially since he hadn’t meant it in that way in the first place. Nodding your head, you acquiesce to him, and begin working on your potion once again; Jimin taking over for the second one.

The two of you work in near silence - the quiet broken up by the sounds of the bubbling potion, and the hissing of the fire. Intermittently, the blunt sound of chopping or the sound of the pestle grinding into the mortar echoes through the air: the two of you continuously prepping your ingredients as you brew your potion. With how close you are to each other, you practically invade each other’s space, and yet, as if by magic, neither of you get into each other’s way. While you concoct your respective draughts, every now and then, you find your attention wandering towards Jimin.

In the midst of brewing, Jimin is fascinatingly exquisite. That’s the only way you could describe it. Warm honey-kissed skin glows under the saffron lights of your dorms, the high arcs of his cheekbones glistening with every movement. The button of his nose is slightly scrunched, and similarly, his lips are pulled into a tight purse: his entire visage an epitome of concentration. The potion is easy, and an elixir he could very well brew in his sleep. Nevertheless, he focuses on each and every one of his actions, working meticulously and methodically as he concocts his potion.

Deft hands move expertly, alternating from preparing the different ingredients and adding them to the mixture, to carefully stirring the potion. Umber eyes scrupulously watch the simmering cauldron, his keenly trained gaze observing the elixir for even the slightest changes. You have no doubt that under his ever watchful eyes, the potion will be of the highest quality, even with how relatively easy it is to create. At some point, you finish your potion, and turning off of your bunsen burner, you turn your attention to Jimin. Unable to help yourself, you find yourself completely lost in how he effortlessly works; each movement, each gesture, completely second nature to him. It’s an artform. It has to be. At least, with the way he works it is.

You don’t know how long you watch him - but with each second that passes, you note something more about Jimin. You notice the way his eyes light up every time he successfully completes a stage, and the way the soft skin of his eyelids flutter, thick eyelashes kissing his cheeks, every time he blinks. You notice the slight sheen of perspiration that coats the back of his neck, most likely from the heat of the bunsen burner, rather than tenseness. Mesmerised by the movement, you follow a single drop of sweat - watching the way it trails down the thick curve of his neck and over the subtle bulge of his Adam’s apple, before percolating into the collar of his shirt.

Out of the blue, Jimin lets out a deep sigh, and with how intensely you observe him, you notice the way his shoulders ease - the movement so faint your eyes essentially strain to spot the movement. The motion is surprising, because the potion is easy, and yet, he still felt some level of tension. Though, that only leads you to appreciate him and his love for potions even more. Potion Making is easy for Jimin, and for the greatest part of it, it comes instinctually to him - but still, he takes the utmost care with each brew - no matter what the difficulty.

A strained groan resonates through the air, Jimin’s throat rumbling as he stretches out the kinks in his muscles. Thoughtlessly, he lifts his arms above his head, the muscles of his biceps pulling taut against the material of his shirt, and the motion causes the hem of his shirt to rise above the waistband of his black slacks. Against your will, your gaze finds itself drawn towards his waist, your eyes honing in on the sliver of his smooth skin of his hips that peeks through the gap. You don’t eye it for long, however, because as soon as it comes it's gone, Jimin’s hands drop down to his sides; the shirt’s hem consequently falling back into place.

“Are you all done?” his voice suddenly tears through the silence, and abruptly, your eyes snap back up to his - watching as he flicks off the flame under his cauldron.

“W-What?” you stutter, prompting Jimin to arch a strong eyebrow.

“Are you done with the Wound-Cleaning potion?” Jimin reiterates, purposely enunciating each of his words. Owlishly, you blink at him, your stare completely blank. At the same time, your brain slowly processes his words, your mind still slightly spellbound by his previous beguile, and eventually, you process his words.

Jerking slightly, “Yes!” you practically yelp, only to wince at the loudness of your own voice. Swiftly, you compose yourself, and clearing your throat, “Sorry… yes. I’m done,” you mumble. A look of concern flashes across Jimin’s face, and carefully he sweeps his gaze over you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and the clear worry etched into his voice has your heart fluttering.

“Y-Yes,” you squeak out, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself into the blanket over your laps. For a fleeting instant, Jimin watches you carefully, and momentarily, you fear he’s going to press you further. Nonetheless, a couple of seconds later, he’s shrugging you off.

Glancing at the grandfather clock nestled in one unassuming corner of your shared common room, “Oh wow. Has it really been that long? It’s almost dinner time,” he murmurs, an astonished inflexion lacing his voice. Following his gaze, your own eyebrows widen when you spot the ornate clock, the baroque hands reading six-thirty. “I’m going to go shower and then head down,” Jimin begins as he gets up from his space beside you. His movement causes the blanket to partially fall off of your lap, exposing your right leg to the air, and involuntarily, you shudder at the cold.

“Go on then, I’ll wait for you,” you readily respond as you pull the blanket back over your lap. Drawn up to his full height, Jimin looks down at you curiously.

“Are you sure? I may be a while,” he replies, causing you to shrug and wave him off.

Waving your wand, you mutter an ‘Accio’ and summon a book from the shelves that line one wall of the common room. “Take as long as you need. I’m not hungry right now anyway. We can go down together when you’re done,” comes your own response.

Spinning on the heels of his Dragonhide boots, “Alright then. Thanks, ____,” he calls out as he walks back towards the bathroom. Your only response in a noncommittal hum, your attention already drawn to the book.

It’s almost half an hour later, when you hear Jimin return from the shower. Automatically peering up from your book, you move to close it - now more than hungry and ready to go down to dinner. Nonetheless, the moment you spot Jimin, you find yourself freezing. The door to the bathroom is wide open, clouds of steam gently drifting through the threshold and dancing around his frame as he steps into the common room. However, it’s not the water vapour that has your attention. No. it’s Jimin.

The very Jimin who is dressed in nothing but a thick towel wrapped around his waist.

Park Jimin is by no means short. Of course, compared to some of the other wizards that inhabit the castle, he’s not considered tall either. Nonetheless, he stands imposingly - a raw, powerful swagger that rolls off of his demeanour with every movement. It’s no wonder he’s considered the Slytherin Prince, and as he practically saunters out of the bathroom, with just a towel hanging off of his otherwise naked frame, you can’t help but feel that domineering aura. Droplets of water bead his skin, forming little rivulets as they run down his body and towards the hem of his towel.

The sheen of water that glazes his flesh catches the torchlight that surrounds you, causing his skin to glisten as he’s encased in a halo of gold. His hair is slightly damp, the deep green shade blackening to onyx; the wet tips sticking to his face. Helpless under his charm, your eyes trail down his body: from the corded muscles of his shoulders, down the smooth expanse of his torso - stopping briefly to take in the dusky-mauve nipples that grace his pectorals - and along the faint outline of his abs. When you get to the hem of the towel, your eyes coast over the definition of his hips: your heated stare charting the prominent ‘v’ that carves itself into his pelvis.

Trailing your gaze further down, you level it at his covered crotch. The terry cloth material of his towel is bulky, and effectively hides the rest off his body from your gaze - the bottom edge grazing just past his knees. Still, as he walks, you spot the barest hint of his muscular thigh - the limb peeking through the slit of the towel as he walks towards his bedroom. With each movement, heat flashes across your skin, your spine tingling as you find your stare honed in on his pelvis.

Then, all of a sudden, he’s stopping.

“See something you like, Sweetheart?” Jimin drawls, his voice cutting the terse silence that enwraps the room. Abruptly, you break from your trance, your gaze snapping up to his face.

His arms are crossed across his chest: the sinewy muscles of his biceps bulging under the movement; and his hip is cocked to the side, his knee sticking out through the fabric of his towel as he gazes at you. Wry, but voluptuous, lips are twisted: the thick petals of his mouth pulled in a lop-sided smirk, his teeth poking between the seam - almost predatorily; and taupe-brown eyes twinkle with mischief: a playful light dancing in the onyx depths. From the knowing glint to them, you know he’s spotted you brazenly devouring him with your gaze.

Heat immediately crawls over your cheeks, and you audible swallow, your throat suddenly tight. “N-No,” you squeak out, your head ducking further under the cover of your book. Though, even as you do that, your eyes peek over the edge - an action Jimin easily catches.

Smirk widening into a wolfish grin, “Are you sure, Princess?” he purrs and, hearing the nickname, you can’t help the way your stomach knots in the pit of your abdomen.

“Y-Yes,” you stammer, your body curling further into the side of the sofa - in a bid to make yourself seem smaller. Jimin hums in response. The deep tremors reverberate through the air, echoing through the quiet common room and causing your breath to hitch.

Jimin’s tongue pokes out through the seam of his pouty mouth, and after swiping it across the plush bottom lip, he pulls the petal between his teeth. The act is incredibly enticing: the plush flesh slowly slipping from under his incisors before plumping out once more. Entranced by the movement, your eyes narrow onto his lips, and you suddenly feel your throat run dry. Spotting the way your attention focuses onto his mouth, Jimin lets out a low chuckle, and hearing the rich sound vibrate through the air, you inhale a sharp audible breath.

The sound resonates through the common room, heightened by the quiet - and swiftly, you feel the heat that stains your skin intensify. Body burning under your own embarrassment, you practically curl into the foetal position: your knees pulling towards your chest, a small squeak emanating through your mouth. Hearing the sound, Jimin simply chuckles again, and this time, taking pity on your form, he drops the subject and walks towards his bedroom.

“Cute,” he laughs you off as he shuts the door to his private room. The moment you hear that word, you can’t help the pout that forms onto your face, nor the way you blush ever harder.

Cute.

God you hated when he teased you like that. Partly because of the way a fuzzy warmth settles into your stomach, and partly because you know that’s all you’ll ever be to Park Jimin.

Cute.

Having lived with Jimin for three years, you think you know him pretty well. You know him well enough to know that he keeps Sugar Quills hidden around the dorm, practically addicted to the confectionery; and that he writes letters to his mother once a week, usually on Saturday, in his free time. You know that when he’s had a particularly hard week, he unwinds by reading his prized, first edition copy of ‘The Twelve Uses of Dragon’s Blood’ - a tome he’s had to have read thousands of times by now. You know that despite him being the heir to the Park name - an age old, aristocratic pureblood line that dates back centuries - he doesn’t care about status, or power, and rather judges people on their own merits and hardwork.

You also know that Park Jimin, as sweet as he is, is the biggest playboy the school has ever seen - actively flirting with any and all the other apprentices from the other subjects. It’s not like he could help it. In fact, you’re sure that it’s practically ingrained in his nature. Though, when he looks like that - a frightening middle between incredibly adorable and devastatingly sexy - you sort of understand it. Because if you looked like that, you’d take any and every opportunity to use it as best as you could. And Park Jimin definitely used his allure

A terrifying mix of cunning, ambitious, sweet and distressingly handsome, Park Jimin has probably broken more hearts than you can count; and is most likely the sole reason for every Apprentice’s wet dreams. Girls flocked to him, and boys wanted to be him - so it’s no surprise that Jimin was highly sought after - nor that he was the biggest flirt you’ve ever met. Hence why you hated when he flirted with you. Mostly because, you know he never does it seriously. And also because the last thing any of the girls he actually flirts with are, is cute.

You would know.

You’ve seen them sneak out of your dorms on the off chance he brings them over. Though, more often than not, he tends to sneak into their private quarters. That is, of course, if they aren’t one of the Potions Apprentices from the lower years. You and Jimin being in your third year of the Apprentice program, and your tenth and final year of Hogwarts. That is, of course, unless either of you choose to do your Mastership - which would be another five years.

If you’re being honest, you don’t really have anything against being cute - mainly because when he says it, he says it with a sweet smile. What you do have against it, however, is that he says it almost as if you’re a child, and not a grown, twenty-one-year-old woman. Though, that may be more to do with your own shyness and inexperience; especially in terms of the opposite sex. But still, you couldn’t deny that it hurts sharing a dorm with Jimin, and being in such close proximity, and yet still having him not be attracted to you.

Sure, he flirts with you - using any opportunity he can get to tease the ever-loving hell out of you. But it’s not like he means it, or that he ever takes it any further than his flirtatious banter. Not like he does with most other girls. No. When Jimin flirts with you, there’s always an air of jest, and restraint around him. He doesn’t stare at you with his smouldering gaze - as if he could devour you whole with just his eyes. He doesn’t lower his voice to that raspy husk of his - the one that is filled with a promise of sin. And he definitely doesn’t exude that same aura of raw dominance - the one that has most girls’ cores trembling with an ache that only he can satiate.

Of course, what you do have, in comparison to those other girls, is Jimin’s friendship - which is more than you can say for most of them. Particularly because most of Jimin’s friends tend to be the other guys on the Apprentice Program. After all, it’s hard to befriend the people you’re constantly trying to sleep with, or have slept with. You think. You don’t really know… You know, considering your own sexual inexperience with other men. Yes, Jimin has never shown any interest in you, and he’s never really flirted with you seriously, but at least you can say that you’re actual friends, and that you get on with each other beyond wanting to tear each other’s clothes off.

Although, needless to say, you doubt he’s ever thought of tearing your clothes off.

Which is… not something you can say about yourself.

Lost in your own thoughts, you don’t notice Jimin return - now fully dressed. At least, not until you feel his plush lips ghost against your ear. “Are you ready to go?” comes the low, sultry purr of his voice. Not expecting the sound, you immediately jump in your seat, your head whipping to the side as you stare at him wide eyed. Once again, you come face to face with him - the proximity making you jerk back with a strangled cry.

“Jimin!” you shriek in surprise, and your choked yelp has the Head Boy bursting into a peal of laughter. Heart thundering within the confines of your chest, and the ever-present flush of embarrassment painting your cheeks once again, “Stop doing that!” you chastise, your face twisting into a sulk as you glare at him. Entire body wracked with laughter, Jimin heaves for air as he tries to catch his breath - short gasps breaking through his howling.

When he continues to laugh, your lips twist into a deeper pout, and your glare intensifies; and sensing your rising ire, Jimin swiftly holds up his hands in a motion of surrender. “Sorry, Sorry. You were just so lost in thought, I couldn’t help it,” he chuckles while wiping his teary eyes. “What were you thinking about that had you so enraptured?” he asks, an impudent smile etched onto his lips. Remembering just whatyou’d been thinking about, your blush deepens, and you swiftly shake your head.

“Nothing!” you quickly interject. The abruptness of your answer has Jimin cocking his eyebrow, and eyes narrowing playfully, he looks at you - mischief dancing in his dark eyes.

“Oh? Doesn’t sound like nothing,” he purrs. Then, eyes widening in thought, a smirk creeps onto his face, “Hmmm. Were you thinking about me? Maybe something along the lines about how you’d seen me in just a towel a little earlier?” he croons, and you suck in a sharp breath at the low huskiness to his voice. That’s a first.

Pulling your lip between your teeth, you swiftly shake your head while throwing the blanket off of you. “N-No. I was thinking a-about how h-hungry I am,” you quickly snap, wincing slightly at the shakiness to your voice. It’s a brazen lie. Even you don’t believe you. And there’s no way in hell that Jimin does, at least not from the sly smirk curled onto his lips.

“Are you now? Hungry for food, or something else?” he teasingly quips, causing you to huff.

“S-Shut up. Let’s just go,” you mutter under your breath, your head angled to the ground as to try to hide your own mortification.

Jimin simply laughs at you, his shoulders shaking with mirth, “Whatever you say, Princess.”

On the seventh floor of the North Tower, the next day, you sit in the Divination classroom. Warped shelves frame the circular room, cluttered with various odd curios. Fading tarot cards, argentate scrying mirrors and lustrous crystal balls fill half of the shelves; china teacups, dust-lined feathers, and candle stubs filling the other half. Wooden furniture crams the room, the walnut timber long since scratched, chipped and faded: ravaged with time as some edges collect dust. The classroom is dim, with a few shafts of mellowed sunlight filtering through the greyed, heavy velvet curtains that hang from the tops of the arched windows.

Chandeliers dangled by wrought iron chains - and sheer, red scarves cover the lamps, bathing the room in an eerie crimson glow. A fireplace sits in the front of the room - right by Professor Trelawney’s table - the amber fire flickering behind cast iron grating. Though, rather than illuminating the space in its light, the dancing flames only add to the arcane feel surrounding the room. A brass kettle swings over the hearth as the tea leaves steep; and a sweet, woody scent wafts through the room. Sat at one of the many round tables nestled inside the room, you sink further into the paisley upholstered armchair, watching as the girl opposite you shuffles the Tarot deck effortlessly.

“Do you want a specific reading?” Eve, the eighth year prefect, asks.

Shrugging noncommittally, “Just whatever,” you reply. Eve huffs for a second time, blowing a thick black curl out of her eyes before glaring at you.

“You could at least attempt to take Divination seriously you know, even if you don’t believe in it,” she scolds.

Sending her an apologetic smile, “You know I’m only here to help you with your Divination homework.” Once again, Eve huffs. Nonetheless, with the way her shoulders relax, you know she doesn’t take offence by your words.

“Alright fine,” she sighs in defeat. Then, sending you a grateful look, “Thank you for this by the way. I know you’re busy, being Head Girl and in the last year of your Apprenticeship and all,” she continues, her nose wrinkling in the slightest.

Gracing Eve with a kind smile, you casually wave her off, “It’s alright. I owe you for helping us out anyway,” you respond. From behind you, you hear a low chuckle, causing the hair at the back of your neck to stand on edge as you hear the rich sound.

“You mean we owe her one, Princess.” Breath catching in your throat, you swallow imperceptibly, willing yourself to calm down. “Well, more specifically, I owe her one,” he continues as an afterthought.

His words cause your stomach to flip, butterflies flurrying through and leaving a fuzzy feeling in the pit of your abdomen. Angling your body in the chair, you turn, only to be met face to face with Jimin. With how cramped the Divination classroom is, there’s usually barely any space between the side edges of the various chairs. However, currently, the classroom is mostly empty, less than ten of you occupying it. And yet, somehow, you still find yourself impossibly close to him.

Eyes blowing out marginally, your mouth forms a surprised ‘o’ at the distance, or lack thereof, between the two of you. With how close you are, you can smell his sickeningly sweet breath - the scent of Sugar Quills so strong you can practically taste them on your taste buds. Swiftly realising your position, you back away in an abrupt movement - your chair scraping against the hardwood flooring. The screeching noise draws the attention of the other students, the muted, ambient murmurs coming to a halt as they turn to you.

Your cheeks immediately flush, the heat of embarrassment crawling from your throat to the tips of your ears. Ducking your head down, you sheepishly smile at the class and mumble out a ‘sorry’. At your apology, the rest of the students quickly turn back to their divinations, causing you to let out a breath of relief. Only for it to hitch when you hear the light tremors of Jimin’s tinkling laugh.

Turning back around, you flick your gaze over Jimin’s face. Dark hair - the colour of blackened pine - frames his face, the strands falling like silk over his head. His locks are parted in the middle today, rather than hanging loosely in front of his forehead, and the front-most tresses bear a slight wave; revealing soft lids and sharp brown eyes. Dressed in his white oxford shirt - his Slytherin robes hung loosely over the backrest - and his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, he looks the epitome of sin. It doesn’t help that his tie is loose around his neck either, the top button of his collar undone and revealing the thick arc of his throat, and the barest hint of his defined collarbones.

He’s lounging in his chair, his ankles crossed as he stretches them under the table. One of his elbows is pressed to the armrest, leaning his chin on the base of his palm, while his other arm is stretched out, long fingers drumming casually on the table. As your gaze roves over him, you can’t help the fuzzy feeling that settles in your stomach as he stares at you - obsidian eyes practically staring into your soul. Easily, he spots the fact that you’re staring at him, and immediately, a teasing smirk pulls at generous lips, his strong eyebrow quirking playfully.

“See something you like, Sweetheart?” he purrs, his sweet voice a few octaves lower as he mimics the sentiment from last night. The memory him dressed in nothing but a towel flashes in your mind: the sight of his muscular, wet body ingrained so deeply in your mind that just the recollection of it manifests itself as something incredibly tangible. A shiver runs down your spine at memory, as well as the deep tremors of his voice, and as the hairs at the back of your neck stand on edge, you duck your head - in a bid to hide your flushing cheeks.

“N-No,” you stutter out, and with the way your voice croaks, your blush deepens. Hearing your stammer, Jimin’s grin widens - his heated gaze roving over you almost predatorily. Responsively, you feel yourself shying from his eyes, your body curling into itself protectively.

Noting your reaction, Jimin lets out an airy laugh. God, you were such a Hufflepuff. He wasn’t one to often believe in the whole ‘students embodied their house traits’ bullshit - after all, people weren’t set into specific personality moulds. But when it came to you? It couldn’t be more true. A Hufflepuff through and through, you’re as hardworking as you are kind - and downright humble about it. It had been an incredible surprise when you’d been chosen as the Head-Girl beside him, most people expecting it to go to Penelope Graham. However, to everyone’s utter shock, it had gone to you instead, your scores in the Apprenticeship second only to himself. A fact that you’d kept to yourself, despite Penelope being one of the brightest Ravenclaws Hogwarts had ever seen, and a stellar Herbology Apprentice.

Thus, your grades, paired with your hard work throughout the years; not to mention your kindness, and willingness to help anyone, had landed you the Head Girl position. A choice that was still a sore subject for Penelope, who would lament about it to anyone and everyone. Nevertheless, if Jimin was being completely honest about it, however, he much preferred you to Penelope. And not just because Penelope didn’t know how to shut her mouth. Even when it was full of his cock. Though, he’d also be lying if he said it wasn’t partially because of that. Really, he didn’t know how she managed to prattle off constantly while still managing to breathe, and sucking his dick. It was almost magic. Pardon the pun.

No, you were a much better fit to him. Your patience was known through the school, and paired with your strong sense of fairness, it meant that most pupils, if not all, would more often approach you for help with their problems. And as a happy result, they’d leave him alone to get on with the more important duties. In fact, that’s exactly how you’d split your workload: you’d handle the student-body and prefects and anything pertaining to people in general, and he’d work on the other more mundane tasks; such as patrol duties, ensuring Prefect rosters for Hogsmeade weekends were sorted and all those odd bits and bobs.

Needless to say, it’s not like Jimin didn’t want to help the students. He doesn’t mindhelping them, and as Head Boy, he’d be duty bound to sort out whatever petty problems they have. He’d just do it begrudgingly, because the last thing he cares about are the frivolous issues of the student body. Really, who cared if Jonah Robins sat at the table Amber Cowen and her friends usually sat at in the library? A problem he knew you’d dealt with just a little over a week ago. Somehow, you’d managed to convince Jonah to leave the girls alone and all balance between the third years had settled. Something which caused Jimin to scoff. See, if it had been him dealing with it, he’d just tell the girls to find another table. Because it’s a table and it didn’t matter where they sat, as long as they did their work.

But that’s just him.

You, on the other hand, had a better sense of justice - and finding out that Jonah had purposely sat at the table to annoy the girls - you’d gotten him to move. Of course, most of the problems presented by the students were of similar nature - and Jimin didn’t understand how you had the tolerance to deal with them day in and day out without going insane. Though, that was just another one of the classic Hufflepuff traits manifesting in your personality. Honestly, he doesn’t think he’s ever met someone more Hufflepuff in his life.

“Uhh… Jimin?” you quietly call out to him, and his eyes widen slightly as he’s broken out of his contemplative reverie. Facial expression relaxing, Jimin realises he must have been intensely scrutinising you for the past couple of minutes - completely lost in his own thoughts.

Eyes casting over your face, he observes you for a moment. You refuse to look at him, your eyes skimming over the room as you actively avoid his gaze. Incessantly, you cross and uncross your legs, your body fidgeting under his heavy stare, and sensing the thick waves of nervousness that exude off of your being, Jimin’s lips twist into a mischievous smirk. And there it was. The one trait of yours that had piqued his attention when he’d first been officially introduced to you three years ago. Your timidness.

“Is something the matter, Princess?” he drawls, a perfectly trimmed eyebrow cocking. Immediately, you freeze, your cheeks heating even further as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth; only to gnaw at it. God, Jimin groans internally, you were so easy to provoke.

“N-No,” you stammer once again.

Lolling his head to the side, and resting his cheek in his palm, Jimin graces you with a sly smile. “Really? You look like you have something on your mind?” Then, flashing his teeth almost devilishly, “Maybe something from last night?” he hums. There’s clear innuendo in his voice, and unintentionally, you let out a little squeak. The sound is high-pitched, and just barely audible as it’s forced from the back of your throat.

“Last night?” Eve asks, her voice curious as she glances between the two of you. The heat of your mortification burns even brighter, so inflamed now that it starts sweltering your skin. Breath caught in your throat, you gnaw even harder on your lips - almost breaking the skin from how much you chew it. What are you going to even tell her? Nonetheless, before you can come up with an excuse, Jimin is already opening up his mouth.

“Just a small mishap in the Potions Apprentice Common Room. It’s none of your business. Shouldn’t you get on with your reading, anyway? I’d like to go back as soon as possible,” he interrupts, drawing Eve’s attention back to her homework. Face scrunching in distaste, she glowers at him.

With a huff, “You’re clearly lying to me. But fine, if you don’t want to tell me that’s your business,” she mutters, a scowl curled on her lips. Then after a short pause, “Also, if you don’t want to be here you don’t have to be. Feel free to leave,” she bites. Jimin discernibly bristles, and sensing his rising indignation - most likely from Eve’s snapping at him - you quickly hold up a hand.

“Why don’t we all just calm down?” you calmly say, smiling gently at both of them. Both Eve and Jimin open their mouths to argue, before closing them; Jimin shrugging his shoulders offhandedly while Eve lets out a deep, conceding breath. Turning to Jimin, your earlier embarrassment slowly ebbs away and you clear your throat, “You don’t have to be here you know. I was the one who offered to help.”

Jimin scoffs in response before waving you off dismissively. “The only reason you offered to help was so that Eve would take up setting up the Yule ball in my place,” he begins.

“Yes, because you have that Wizarding Chess competition you want to go to,” you butt in, causing Jimin to nod.

“Yeah. A competition I could have skipped. But you asked Eve to help you instead, so I could basically shirk my Head Boy duties, and it’s now more work for you,” he explains. Once again, you shake your head.

“It’s not that much work. Besides, I don’t mind. You’ve been talking about this tournament since last year, I know you’ve been looking forward to it,” you cut him off once again. Jimin halts for a moment, simply looking at you, a picture perfect expression of stoicism painted across his face.

Honestly, who were you trying to kid? He knows how much work the Yule ball is, and that while third-year Apprentice’s tend to have more free time (and hence why they now have the Head Boy or Girl position in comparison to seventh year N.E.W.T students), you’ve taken up a few more of the Prefect’s duties, since the seventh year Winter Exams are coming up soon. More than that, with how often students come up to you for help, your official duties tend to get pushed on the backburner even further. Hence why you’d had to brew three potions last night. Once again, he has no idea how you do it. Or why you do it. You’re way too courteous, and far too kind - even to the people you don’t know.

Letting out a sigh, “It is more work. Which is why I’m here. Even if I’m not really helping, I’m going to see it through with you,” Jimin says. Involuntarily, you feel your chest tighten, that telltale warmth flurrying through your stomach as your heart flutters within your chest. Before you can thank him, however, Eve bangs her tarot deck on the table.

“Maybe you’ll let me do a reading for you then?” she asks, her top lip curling shrewdly as she smirks at Jimin. The Slytherin Head Boy simply sneers in response.

Turning his attention back to his open textbook, “Yeah sure. When Merlin rises from the dead,” he snickers under his breath. Then, “Just get on with the reading,” he mutters. Eve’s mouth curls into a snarl, but before the eighth-year Gryffindor can respond, you draw her attention.

“Should we start?” you say, an encouraging smile on your face. Eve’s gaze flicks to behind you, and for a moment, you think she’s going to say something. However, she simply takes a deep breath and calms herself down.

“Alright, yeah,” she says, returning her own apologetic smile. “You don’t want any particular reading, do you?” she asks, and when you shake your head, she smiles. “Then, it’s okay if I pick one?” she questions. This time you nod, and Eve’s smile brightens. “Alright, wonderful! Then… I’m going to do one on love and sex,” she continues. Immediately, you choke on your own spit.

“Eve!” you splutter, causing her to look at you, her eyes glinting mischievously.

“What? I’m almost nineteen, I’m allowed to do them,” she says, her voice laced with faux innocence. Scowling slightly, you send her a pointed look.

“That’s not the point!” you try to argue.

Swiftly, a coy smile creeps onto Eve’s lips, “Oh? Does the prim and proper Head Girl have something to hide?” she sing-songs. Feeling an intense stare on the back of your head, the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You don’t even need to turn around. You already know Jimin’s attention is on you both once again.

“N-No! It’s just-” you begin, only to deflate. What could you even say? Sensing your defeat, Eve snickers.

“Well, if you don’t, then there’s nothing wrong with me doing one, is there?” she asks. With no way out of the situation, your shoulders fall and you let out a muted noise of concession. “Perfect! Then, I’ll begin,” Eve continues.

With her mind made up, Eve begins to work. She starts by setting up her reading space: placing three candles onto the table. A pink one sits at the top of the table, right in front of you, while a white one sits in the left corner on her side, a purple one on the other. The candles form a large triangle, her tarot deck placed right in front of her, and an incense burner sitting right in the middle of the table. After the candles, she begins by placing her crystals down: rose-quartz and garnet are placed on the corners beside the pink candle on your side, and then an onyx on her side - in another triangular shape. Once she’s set up, she waves her wand - four bottles flying from one of the shelves that lines the classroom and into her hand. From the inky scrawl on the labels, you read them as ‘dried cherries, ‘saffron sprigs’, ‘steeped deer musk’ and ‘jasmine-infused oil’.

Meticulously, she adds the ingredients to her incense pot: exactly four teaspoons of dried cherries, half a sprig of saffron and three drops of the steeped deer musk. Once she’s done, she adds two tablespoons of the jasmine oil, before crushing it all together using a pestle. Once the mixture has formed a smooth paste, she inspects the concoction, before nodding in satisfaction - happy with her handy work. Carefully, you watch her. The eighth year Gryffindor is sly, and witty, and more often than not a handful to deal with. Still, she’s kind, and helpful; and when practising Divination - her favourite subject - there is no one who’s more reverent than her.

Fully prepared to begin her reading, Eve finally closes her eyes, and levelling her breathing, she takes in deep inhale before exhaling shallowly. From your divination class in fourth year, you know that she’s trying to find the centre of her magic. It only takes her a few moments, and then, she opens her eyes. Muttering a few spells under her breath, she points her wand towards the candles, slowly bringing them to life. She starts with the white candle, and then the purple, and finally the pink; and when she’s done, she taps her wand onto the incense burner.

Immediately, the mixture is enkindled, visible puffs of smoke wafting from the paste and into the air. The scent is rich, and fragrant - the notes of jasmine and cherry entwining together in a sweet aroma that has you entranced. The light perfume is deepened by the scent of the saffron and musk; the two heavier notes cutting the floral essence with a darker, more sensuous odour. The incense is inebriating, and calming at the same time, and you find yourself readily wanting to dive deeper into it’s intoxicating hold - let the scent consume you and lull you deep into its grasp.

With her ritual completed, she places her wand down onto the table beside and after a quick shuffle of her deck, she closes her eyes once again. Lips moving subtly, you hear her lowly mutter another spell, and then, she begins pulling the cards. Enraptured by her movements, you watch as she draws exactly five cards, placing them in a pentacle shape around the burner, and in the middle of the triangles of crystals and candles. Her eyes remain closed until she draws the fifth card, and then, eyebrows cinching slightly, she mutters another spell before finally opening her eyes.

Glancing down at the spread, she cocks her eyebrow, a small frown marring her face. The slight perturbation etched on her face has you intrigued, and practically on the edge of your seat, you wait for her to say something. You don’t have to wait long, however, because letting out a surprised whistle, “Well, this is certainly unexpected,” she breathes out.

“It is?” you ask, shuffling to the edge of your seat as you look at the cards closer. Eve hums in response.

“Yeah. The first card - The Hanged Man. You’re in need of urgent release. You’ve become rigid and careful, and there’s a strong need to release your inhibitions,” she begins. Only to pause, “But… you’re indecisive about what you want, and this suspension of your feelings is causing a sense of unhappiness. You need to open yourself emotionally, and more physically,” Eve begins explaining, her manicured nail tapping at the card as she speaks. Hearing her words, you immediately freeze, your muscles locking as Jimin’s face suddenly flashes in the back of your mind.

Oblivious to your shock, Eve continues, her finger moving to the next card, “The Devil. Usually, this card is ominous, and bears a sinister edge; one that most fear. However, in this reading, it’s a symbol of intense hedonism and fervent passion. It’s a card full of lust, an indicator for an intense yearning for a person. There’s a desire to submit; an overwhelming physical urge.” Her voice hangs heavy in the air, and with each word she utters, you feel yourself growing hotter and hotter; your collar suddenly tight. However, you refuse to move. You can’t move. Because you can feel Jimin’s heavy stare behind you, his presence magnified by the sudden silence of the room.

The dull sear of mortification settles in the pit of your stomach, and suddenly, you can feel all the students’ gaze on you. None of them, however, are as intense as Jimin’s; his eyes practically boring into the back of your skull. You want to open your mouth, to tell Eve to stop, lest you embarrass yourself any further. Nonetheless, you simply can’t bring yourself to do it. You don’t know why. Perhaps, it’s because your mouth is suddenly dry, almost as if you’ve swallowed cotton. Perchance it’s because your throat is tight, the muscles suddenly constricting - stifling any words that form in the back of your pharynx.

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because a small, masochistic part of you is curious: intrigued by what else Eve will say, what else she will reveal… and perhaps even Jimin’s reaction.

“When The Lovers follow The Devil, that’s usually a sign of not only balanced, emotional love, but also physical desire. There’s a need to be touched, to be claimed, and consumed; and an even greater sexual hunger that covets your partner, or the object of your desires. You want to truly submit, with implicit trust and consent, to this person,” Eve’s deep, yet distant, voice continues. Again, however, she pauses - almost as if in thought, and staring intensely at the card, she bites her lips. “This could also be a sign that the person you desire, desires you back,” she mutters.

That has you audibly snorting. Yeah, right. You highly doubt that. For a moment, Eve flicks her gaze to you, her eyebrow quirking in intrigue, and swiftly, you send her an apologetic smile. Shifting in your seat, you sheepishly gesture for her to continue. Eve’s stare falls back to her cards, her hand moving to the fourth, and penultimate card.

“The Tower. The fear that giving into these lustful urges will be your undoing. To give into your desires will be to bring about a change that you aren’t necessarily ready for - or maybe that you think you’re not ready for - since it’ll lead to a significant change in your life. Still, this card is one of extreme surrender to chaos, a surrender that you are refusing, or resisting,” she begins once again.

Then, circling her nail around the card, and tapping - two audible thuds resounding through the air, “Nevertheless, the liberation that comes from giving in is an extraordinary release, even if the act of giving in is terrifying. The Tower is an important card. It is one that cannot and will not be avoided. The major life change must happen. It must be experienced for you to progress in life,” she foretells, her voice almost foreboding.

“Which brings us to the last, and final card. The Ace of Pentacles. This is usually a symbol about fresh career starts. However, in a reading about love, it tends to read as an egg wanting to be fertilised. The ten of pentacles is a family oriented card, but this one is the act of conception; the desire to engage in sex. However, it’s more than just carnal hunger. You want this person; truly and utterly. More than you probably even realise,” and with that last declaration, Eve finishes her reading.

A strong silence befalls the classroom, her last words lingering in the air and echoing in your mind over and over again. For long, drawn out moments, neither of you say anything - you: because you’re caught between mortified and speechless, and Eve: to let you truly grasp and process her words. The few students that straggle about are equally quiet, more than fascinated by the surprising divination. None, however, are more surprised than Jimin.

Unable to tear his eyes from the back of your head, he simply gawks at you. Truth be told, like you, he doesn’t believe in Divination; even with its roots nestled deep within magic, it’s still considered an imprecise school of wizardry. That being said, he can’t help the way your taromency has piqued his interest - especially, considering the fact that it’s a reading based on your love and sexual feelings. At first, he’d been ready to ignore both you and Eve, and happily sink into ‘Moste Potente Potions’ - a book he’d managed to liberate from the Restricted Section, thanks to not only his Head Boy status, but also his Apprenticeship.

However, the moment he’d heard Eve explain the first card, he’d been ensnared by your divination. With each word that had slipped out of Eve’s mouth, he’d grown more and more curious, not to mention shocked - because really, there was no way that that was your reading. Jimin has lived with you for three years now, and he likes to think he knows you well enough.

He knows you well enough to know that, no matter what, you refuse to drink pumpkin juice - finding the drink sickening - and yet, you adore pumpkin pasties; a treat you frequently buy on your trips to Hogsmeade. He knows that you can’t fall asleep at night without reading a book - and that you often read ‘The Tales of Beedle the Bard’, having read them so frequently, in fact, that you could probably recite each story word for word. He knows that you aren’t a huge fan of chocolate, but that every month, for one week, you will inhale it like your life depends on it.

He knows you well enough to know that though friendly by nature, your actual friends are few and far between: choosing to give your trust to a select few individuals. You don’t call people your friends lightly, and it gives him immense joy, and pride, that he’s one of the few people you’ve granted that title. Most importantly, however, Jimin knows that you’re completely, and utterly, inexperienced with men. In the decade you’ve been at Hogwarts, not once have you ever had a boyfriend. He knows because he’s asked around. Purely out of curiosity, of course.

With how much time people spent at Hogwarts, rumours tended to be rampant and everyonehad at one point, had a rumour about them and someone else. Everyone, that is, except for you. At first, Jimin had worried that the two of you wouldn’t get along - that your inherent natures would be the complete opposite and that he’d hate you. After all, he didn’t want to spend his Apprenticeship years hating the only other Apprentice in his year. However, after meeting you in his eighth year for the first time, he’d finally understood why you’d never had any rumours. And that was simply because you spent most, if not all, your time studying.

By all means, it was only exacerbated by your incredibly shy, and timid, nature - especially when boys were concerned; but it was primarily because, you just didn’t seem to think about romance or sex. Which was precisely why he had never really given you a second-thought when it came to spending time with you. Of course, he flirted with you, but it was more playful than anything. Mostly because he enjoyed watching the way you’d get flustered, and how you’d stutter to respond to him. It was incredibly cute, and dare he say, endearing.

Yet, even then, he’d never considered actually pursuing you, and even now, he doesn’t know if he would. You’re complete opposites, and he doubts that you’d even wantanything to do with him - especially since you very clearly knew his reputation. His reputation being that his stable, steady girlfriends are few, and far between. More than that, he’d always dismissed you as someone who’d be into vanilla, missionary sex day in day out; and granted, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that if that’s what you liked. But the last thing he, Park Jimin, ever would be, is vanilla. Hence, his reasons for dismissing you as a partner early on.

However, that was before today. Now, he’s not so sure. And not being sure is driving him completely wild. Because now, now he wants to know just what you really are like. Just what really makes you tick in bed.

“So, ____, who’s the object of your desires,” Eve’s voice suddenly breaks the silence, her eyebrows wiggling at you. Breaking from his reverie, Jimin immediately hones his attention on the two of you once again. This, he has to know. He doesn’t know why, but he’s suddenly filled with the burning need to know just who you so carnally want to submit to.

“N-No one,” comes your choked reply, and even though he can’t see you, Jimin already knows that your face is flushed with heat. “I-It must be a wrong reading,” you quickly continue, Eve’s eyebrows shooting into her hairline.

Humming in thought, “Hmmm. It’s all open to interpretation ____, so perhaps,” she ponders out loud. A coquettish smile curls onto her face, and levelling you with her impish stare, “Would you like another reading to be sure?” she asks. Swiftly, you shake your head.

“No, it’s pretty late. And Jimin wanted it to be done as soon as possible,” you quickly interject. Ears perking at the sound of his name, Jimin lets out an airy life.

“Oh no, by all means, do continue if you need to. I remembered I have nowhere to be,” he purrs. Despair floods your stomach at his words, and internally you scowl. He had to choose now to be genial? Really?

“See, Jimin doesn’t mind,” Eve snickers. Letting out a little huff, you quickly get up from your chair and begin gathering your things.

“Still, it is late - almost curfew in fact. You should all start getting to your dorms,” you reply, your voice louder so the rest of the students hanging in the class could hear. A chorus of groans resonate through the air, but nevertheless, they begin packing up their own divination items.

“Spoil sport,” Eve mutters under her breath, however, there’s no real heat to her words; and like everyone else, she too begins clearing the table. As she waves her wand, the bottles, candles and crystals flying back to their original places, “Are you sure you can’t let me do another reading? It would really help,” she asks.

With a sigh, you shake your head, “I’m sorry, I have Head Girl patrol duties tonight, and I still need to get back to the dorms and shower,” you respond.

Behind you, Jimin immediately freezes, his book partially in his bag as he himself gets ready to leave. Now, that’s interesting. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he casts his gaze over your body. A lie. A very clear lie - but a good one - because only he would have known it’s a lie. You don’t have Head Girl patrol duties tonight, you know that, and he knows that. Why? Well, because he’s the one who comes up with the patrolling schedules - and you definitely don’t have any tonight. Which begs the question, why are you lying?

Naturally, it could be because you don’t want a second reading, but Jimin has known you three years now, and it’s not often that you refuse to help. Moreover, it’s also not often that you lie - which only has his intrigue growing. Just what were you up to? Not that you do have to be up to something, you really could just not want to have a second reading, and usually, Jimin would happily accept that reading. If it weren’t for the niggling feeling in his gut that it’s something more, and if there’s one thing Park Jimin does, it’s trust his gut feeling.

Hearing your explanation, Eve swiftly deflates. “Alright, that’s fair enough. Still, thank you though. I’m sure Trelawney is going to love this,” she grins. Though, that only has sheer mortification rippling through you. Because really, the last thing you want, is Trelawney hearing about your deepest, darkest feelings. A part of you wants to ask Eve not to use it, however, she’s promised to leave your name out of it, and knowing Trelawney, she’ll barely even pay any attention to it - both facts quickly settling your embarrassment.

“You’re welcome,” you respond with a nod as you gather your bag. Then, turning to Jimin, you tersely smile at him, and, “Ready to go?” you ask - your eyes flicking from his to the space behind him, as if you’re avoiding his gaze.

Momentarily, he looks at you, but no matter how long he stares, you refuse to maintain eye contact. The peculiarity of your actions only has his curiosity growing more aroused. Internally making up his mind to get to the bottom of your behaviour, “Yeah, let’s go,” he simply responds.

It’s later that very same night, when Jimin finds himself up well past moonrise. Usually, by now, he’d long since be in the comfort of his bed, enjoying the privacy of his own dorm. Or he’d be sneaking into the room of another apprentice. Today, however, he finds himself waiting in the Potions Apprentice common room; nestled on one of the plush velvet armchairs that makes its home by the hearth. Weak flames lick at the scorched wood, the fire waning as it slowly dies out. It bathes the darkened room in a dim light, and despite his position right beside the fireplace, the shadows hide his body well enough.

Internally, he wonders how long he has to wait for you to make a move, for you to sneak outside the common room and towards wherever it was that you wanted to disappear for the night. Really, he doesn’t know why he cares so much, and normally, he wouldn’t; you’re a grown woman after all, and you’re more than welcome to your secrets. Which is what he’d say if you were anyone else. But you’re not. You’re ____ Graves. The same ____ Graves he’s lived with for the past three years, and the last thing you have are secrets. Realistically speaking, he should probably give up and head to bed, because really, why did it matter what you got up to late into the night. However, ever since hearing you so easily lie to Eve, he simply can’t get out the incessant need to find out what you were hiding.

That is, if you are hiding anything. Because really, the later it gets, the more he finds himself wondering if he’s deluded himself into believing that you had secrets in the first place.

Mentally, he wonders if he should just head up to bed. It’s way past curfew, and you don’t seem to have emerged outside of your private bedroom; the rest of the Potions Apprentices having all retired for the night long ago. As he sits in the armchair, he contemplates his decision. It’s nearing midnight now, and you still haven’t so much as moved, and he’s really starting to believe that perhaps you’ve already retired for the night. Just as he shifts, however, he hears a door creak causing him to freeze immediately.

Head snapping to the stairs that lead towards the bedrooms, he watches as you slowly creep out of your bedroom and down the stairs. The common room is dark: the only light source the dwindling flames of the fireplace, and the faint, overcast shafts of moonlight that filter through the still waters of the Black Lake; and as a result, your wand is lit up - the eerie blue-tinted light of the ‘Lumos’ spell guiding your way through the space. Hidden by the shadows of the corner he finds himself in, Jimin’s breath hitches as you carefully tiptoe past him.

To his absolute luck, however, you don’t notice him. Instead, you simply slip out of the portrait that guards the Potions Apprentice Quarters. Jimin waits a couple moments for you to get far enough from the entrance before swiftly following you out. As soon as he slips through the portrait, he sees your frame disappear behind one of the corners, and hastily, he casts a disillusionment charm onto himself, followed by a ‘Muffliato’, before he begins tailing you.

It’s late after curfew, and as a result, the corridors are completely deserted. Iron sconces hang high up the beige brick walls and the flickering amber light illuminates the large, arched halls of the castle. Expertly, you navigate through the maze-like hallways, and with how purposely you move - your feet directing you down a specific route - Jimin knows you’re not out for Head Girl patrol duties. Albeit, he’d already known that. Though, this simply confirms his suspicions.

The entire journey, Jimin keeps a steady distance from you - close enough to keep you in his line of view, yet far enough that you won’t feel his presence. You lead him down twisting and turning corridors, and up towards the Grand Staircase. Realising that you’re planning on moving to a different floor, Jimin quickly moves closer towards you, still staying far enough for him to remain undetected, while keeping up with you as you navigate the ever-changing staircases. He doesn’t know how long he follows you, but around ten minutes later, you slow down your pace.

A look of surprise flits across Jimin’s face as he looks around. From the looks of it, you’re both on the seventh floor, in the left corridor. Though, he has no idea whyyou’ve come here. This area of Hogwarts is barely used. There are no classrooms in this corridor - it’s essentially a large stretch of hallway. Despite this obvious fact, however, Jimin watches as you walk down the passage, stopping when you get to a large tapestry. Quietly coming up beside you, he looks at the moving depiction in confusion.

Trolls dressed in ballet tutus are illustrated on the large curtain, their green-skinned body fanned out in various positions as they dance about with large clubs held in their giant hands. In the middle of the cluster, is a man, dressed in medieval-esque clothing, two of the trolls hitting him with their weapons intermittently. Suddenly, recognition dawns within him. It’s the attempt of Barnabas the Barmy to teach the trolls ballet. Enraptured by the odd, mobile tapestry, Jimin doesn’t notice you move - not until he watches a large, ornate wooden door manifest itself into the castle’s wall.

Eyes widening, he takes a step back - the sudden appearance of the entrance surprising him. He doesn’t have long to collect himself, however, because without a moment’s hesitation, you’re opening the door and entering it. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Jimin hastily slips into the room after you - the door shutting behind him with a quiet thud. As soon as he steps inside, however, he pauses - not expecting the sight to greet him.

The room is large, yet completely barren. Marble arches and pillars line the perimeter of the room; plush carpet, the colour of beige, lines the entire floor - and even through the soles of his Dragonhide boots, he can feel how soft it is. There’s only one piece of furniture that sits inside the odd space - a large mirror. With clawed feet, and an ornate frame that has faded into a dull, metallic shade of gold with time, it looks ancient; and wholly mysterious. There’s even a strange inscription in the framework, in a language he can’t quite decipher, but one that seems familiar at the same time.

Nonetheless, Jimin doesn’t have much time to contemplate the peculiarity of it all, because all of a sudden, you’re moving. Drawing his attention once again, he watches you step up to the mirror, looking into the reflective glass intensely. The entire occurrence is strange, because it’s just a mirror, and yet you watch it so curiously, so intensively, that he wonders just what you’re looking at. And then, for a second time that day, he has an epiphany. He knows this mirror. Or well, more specifically he’s read of it.

It’s the Mirror of Erised - the one that shows you what your heart desires the most.

Now even more curious, Jimin’s head tilts to the side as he looks at you, his face a picture of curiosity. Soon, however, it morphs into shock. Because, completely out of the blue, you start stripping.

Febrile skin flushed with desire, you stare into the Mirror of Erised. The sight that greets you is no surprise to you, at least not anymore. You see, the first time you’d stumbled upon the Room of Requirement, had been this summer, towards the end of your ninth year. Back then, you’d just been a prefect, and on one of your nightly patrols, you’d stumbled across strange noises coming from one of the abandoned classrooms on the seventh floor; and being the principled prefect you were, you’d instantly investigated. The sight that had greeted you, had shocked you to the core.

You had expected lots of things behind the classroom door. Perhaps it was Peeves, causing a ruckus as he usually does. Or perchance Filch doing his own rounds. Or maybe, just maybe, it was two students out past curfew. However, the last thing you’d expected was to see Penelope Graham, the second-year herbology Apprentice, bent over a table as Park Jimin thrust into her from behind. Her uniform had been in a state of dishevelment, her shirt wide open and her bra pulled under to reveal her breasts. The most surprising thing, however, had been the fact that her hands were tied up, and her panties stuffed into her mouth as Jimin harshly moved behind her.

Suffice to say, the entire scene had been such a shock, and way more than you’d expected to find behind the classroom door. More than that, you couldn’t bring yourself to break them up, your own timidness getting the better of you. As a result, you’d quickly turned around and ran away - racing to the opposite end of the seventh floor - only to find yourself in the empty left corridor, right by the large tapestry that depicted Barnabas the Barmy and the trolls. You can still remember your embarrassment, the sight of Jimin roughly fucking Penelope burned into the back of your mind. As you contemplated what you’d stumbled across; pacing back and forth in front of the tapestry, you’d accidentally come across the Room of Requirement.

The randomly-appearing door had surprised you. You’d heard of its existence of course, from your cousin, Sybil Lovegood, but you’d never gone looking for it. Curious about what the room had manifested for you, and needing to recuperate from what you’d just witnessed, you’d entered - just to discover the empty room, and the Mirror of Erised. What you’d spotted in the reflection, your heart’s greatest desire, a few months ago had completely shocked you.

Because depicted in the magic glass, is you - your body naked and bound - as Jimin fucks you, just as roughly as he did Penelope. Or perhaps, even rougher.

Shaken by the discovery, you’d swiftly left the room. Only to return the next day. And the weekend after. And then the week after. However, then you’d broken up for holidays, and in your tenth year so far, you’d been too busy with head duties to return. By all means, you’ve spent many nights laying in bed, with fantasies of Jimin sweeping through your head as you lose yourself in your own pleasure. However, your fantasies could never compare to what the mirror showed. Though, the real deal probably couldn’t compare to this either, but what could you do? You doubt Jimin would actually ever fuck you; that is, if his adversity to flirting with you was any indication.

Tonight is the first night you’ve returned in a while, prompted by Eve’s tarot reading, and eyes darkening with hunger, you watch your reflection’s face twist with lewd pleasure; Jimin’s intense, domineering gaze levelled on you. Molten lust pools between your thighs, your stomach twisting with the desirous heat of hunger as your core trembles. Your gaze trails down the body of your mirror-image, settling on your core, and almost as if he knew, mirror-Jimin lifts your reflection’s leg up - allowing you a better view of her swollen, sodden cunt.

A low whimper resounds through the still room, your voice breaking the quiet. All of a sudden, the heat that sears your body is too much, causing you to grip your wand tighter, and vanish almost all your clothes with a simple spell - purposely leaving your skirt on. Cool air brushes against your heated sex, and a low mewl falls from your lips at the sensation, your thighs spreading a little further. Without wasting a single moment, you slip your hand between the apex of your legs, merely to cry out in pleasure when your fingers brush your throbbing bud.

Knees buckling at the pleasure, you tentatively stroke your clit, your breath turning laboured as ripples of ecstasy course through you. Nonetheless, it’s not enough, and you have no doubt that this position is soon going to get uncomfortable. Thus, without wasting another moment, you carefully drop to your knees before sitting on your ass. Bending your knees, you draw your thighs closer to your body, before spreading them wide open. Able to access your bare folds more freely, one of your hand dips between your legs: a single finger trailing through your dewy slit.

You run the digit through your sex a couple of times, and once the pad of your finger is coated in a thin film of your own wetness, you press it to your clit once again; slicking the bud under your ministrations. In the mirror-reflection, Jimin mumbles something indiscernible into your mirror-self, and you watch as her cheeks tinge with heat, but as usual, does as he says. Her hand winds down towards her spread thighs, only to splay her cunt wide open. Then, in one smooth motion, Jimin spears his cock into her - impaling the entire length into her dripping pussy.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you responsively dip a finger into your own honeyed entrance. The rings of muscle are tight, and firm, but slippery with your arousal, you manage to slip a single digit into yourself. Steadily, you push your finger into you. It’s fairly short, and girthy, and yet, there’s still a pleasurable ache to the intrusion - your inner walls rippling around the digit. You push it in as far as you can before crooking it at the knuckle. Promptly, you feel your body shake - your nail inadvertently dragging against your sweet-spot.

For a moment, your eyes blur at the euphoria, your eyes threatening to shut. Nonetheless, you forcibly keep them open - your gaze focused on the way mirror-Jimin begins surging into your reflection, your entire body bouncing from his rough thrusts. Imitating his actions, you begin plunging your finger into your silken depths - the movement causing the pad of your digit to drag against the erogenous spot inside of you repetitively. With each stroke, you feel the pleasure inside your stomach intensify, morphing from a dull ache into a maddening burn.

Nestled in the shadows, Jimin’s jaw drops at the lewd sight of you. When he’d decided to follow you tonight, this was the last thing he had expected. At first, he’d meant to announce his presence - question just what you’d been staring at. However, before he could say anything, your clothes had suddenly been divested off of your body - flying into the air before folding neatly onto a pile on the floor. Tongue-tied by the action, his jaw had dropped, and he’d been rendered speechless - because really, why would he have expected you to suddenly strip to just your skirt?

Nonetheless, his astonishment set aside, Jimin can’t help but feel his skin heat as he watches you - his cock twitching to life in the confines of his trousers. He still has no idea what it is you’re seeing, but still, the sight of your legs spread wide, and your hands buried between your thighs is incredibly hot. From his position, he can’t see you in full - your skirt partially covering your sex - and with only his imagination to go off of, his mind runs wild. He wonders just what your cunt looks like as you pleasure yourself: does your clit throb? Are you soaked beyond belief - strings of your arousal leaking down your ass? Does that little cunt of yours tremble around your fingers?

Each question has waves of hunger washing through him, and with each thought, hot lust bubbles through his veins. Desperately he wishes to find out the answers - to remove your hand and push your skirt up - only to bury his face between your thighs. He wonders how you look amidst an orgasm, and the type of sounds you make; the type of sounds your cunt makes. Even so, even with his urgent desire overtaking him, he knows he can’t. He enjoys being your friend - a hard title to come by - and this would cross a boundary he’d initially been hesitant to cross; especially since you’d never shown interest in him, or any other boy for that matter. More than that, however, he figures he should leave you to your own privacy - having voyeuristically watched you for long enough.

However, just as he’s about to turn on his heel and exit, a sudden cry of pleasure tears from your throat - louder than any other that has spilled from your mouth. All of a sudden, you jerk, and your free hand darts out behind you: the palm dragging against the ground as you brace your entire body. Your back twists, the motion pushing your chest further into the air - drawing his attention to them - just for it to move to the way your thighs begin trembling. Holy fuck. Were you about to cum? Merlin, he reallyneeds to get out of here.

“J-Jimin,” you suddenly whimper and Jimin stops short - the muscles of his entire body locking. Did you… had you just…?

Breath catching in his throat, Jimin strains his ears; focusing his entire attention on you. It couldn’t be. There was no way you’d just said his name. His mind was obviously playing tricks on him. Swiftly, he dismisses the sound. Until, “Oh… Jimin,” you moan. It’s louder this time, and clearly - so discernible, in fact, that it resonates through Jimin’s ears.

Turbulent eyes roving over you, and once he’s confirmed that it is indeed his name, a smirk curls onto Jimin’s plump lips. His cock strains inside his boxers, the hardened member straining against the tightness of his trousers as it begs to bury itself inside of you. A surprising reaction, considering he’d never seen you in that way before - then again, how was he not supposed to want you, after learning that your heart’s desire, is him. Suddenly, Eve’s voice echoes through his mind, and recognition dawns inside of him. He’s the man from the divination - the one you truly want to submit to; the one you so desperately yearn for. Immediately, the smirk on Jimin’s face twists further, pulling into a large, predatory grin.

Well, who was he to deny you your deepest wish?

Stalking closer towards you, Jimin waves his wand discreetly - ending both the charms that hide him from your view. However, so lost in your own pleasure, your focus concentrated on whatever it is you see in the mirror, you don’t notice him. Closer to you now, your soft mewls and whimpers are louder - the sounds practically music to his ear - and this time, when you call out his name, “Need something, Princess?” he purrs in answer.

Instantaneously, you freeze. Every single one of your muscles locks at the sound, your lust dissipating as dread settles in your stomach. Head snapping up, you finally notice Jimin’s reflection in the mirror, and blinking blankly, you slowly realise it’s the real Jimin. Swiftly, you shut your legs, the movement locking your hands between, as you stare at him wide eyed.

Mortification surging through you, “J-Jimin,” you stammer out.

“Oh, Sweetheart, don’t stop on my account. I was quite enjoying the show.” His eyes flash with mischief, his gaze dropping towards your legs perceptibly, before locking back onto yours.

“I-I can e-explain,” you stammer out.

Jimin simply hums in response. “Oh? I think I have a pretty good grasp of the situation, Kitten,” comes his rumbling voice - the husky warbles reverberating through the air and directly to your core. Inhaling sharply, your eyes widen imperceptibly. Kitten. That’s a new one. More than that, the pet name drips from his lips like viscous honey, laced with a promise of lust-filled sin.

Deliberately, he stalks around you, your eyes following him - as if transfixed - until he’s directly in front of you, just beside the mirror. With your positioning - his broad body towering over you - your face to crotch with him, and quickly, you spot the prominent bulge of his cock. Throat tightening, you swallow thickly - your mouth suddenly dry. Jimin spots your gaze easily, causing him to chuckle.

“Eyes up on me, Kitten,” Jimin purrs, and almost as if you’re trained to obey, you follow his command; albeit, reluctantly.

Forcibly tearing your eyes from his covered manhood, you level your gaze onto him once again. He stands above you, fully clothed; waves of powerful dominance seeping off of his entire demeanour. Meanwhile you’re next to naked - with your hand still buried into your cunt - and as a result, you can’t help the ripples of humiliation that strum through you; your core reflexively clenching. Against your will, a wanton whimper escapes your mouth, your cheeks tinging darker with the heat of embarrassment. From the way Jimin’s eyes twinkle, you know he’s heard you.

“It looks to me like you’ve been playing with that little cunt of yours to thoughts of me, am I right?” he teases, and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you tentatively nod. Jimin hums once again, his head cocking to the side as he regards you coolly. Under his intense gaze, you feel completely exposed - his heavy stare roving over your entire body as he scrutinises you.

Then, his eyes landing on your skirt, Jimin lets out a low, taunting coo. “Is that pretty pussy wet, Princess? Does your cunt ache to be filled by my cock?” he asks. The vulgarity of his words doesn’t surprise you, you always had a feeling Jimin had a filthy tongue on him, and reflexively, you nod once again. Under his teasing words, you feel yourself grow wet, your lust-filled desire mingling with the humiliation that flutters through you.

Surreptitiously, your hand begins moving, the digit still buried inside you flexing as you slowly plunge it into you. The movement is imperceptible, and near non-existent, but somehow, Jimin still spots it. With a chuckle, “Is this turning you on, Sweetheart?” he coos. Mouth still dry, it’s all you can do to nod. However, Jimin’s eyes simply narrow into slits, and, “Articulate,” he hisses.

“Y-Yes,” you force out obediently, your finger moving even faster. Jimin coos tenderly, his lips curling into a wry sneer.

“Of course it is, Kitten,” he coos. Then, gesturing his head towards your hand, “But is your hand enough? Wouldn’t you like the real thing? Wouldn’t you rather have my cock?” he asks, a playful lilt to his voice.

You don’t even have to contemplate your answer, because immediately, “Please,” you whimper.

“Please what?” he hisses, and realising he’s going to force you to say it, you inhale a deep, steadying breath.

“J-Jimin,” you stutter out in an attempted protest.

“I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg with that pretty, innocent little mouth of yours,” Jimin purrs, his eyes darkening with dominance as he watches you.

Brushing your humiliation to the side, you take in a deep, steadying breath. “P-Please g-g-give me y-your cock,” you stutter out whilst imploringly staring at him through the thick of your lashes.

Immediately, a roguish grin crawls onto Jimin’s lips, and chest purring in approval, he walks around you - the heels of his expensive Dragonhide shoes clicking against the ground - before he settles behind your body. His long legs splay on either side of you, the limbs bent at the knee: effectively caging you between his figure. The strong muscles of his chest press flat against your naked back, and involuntarily, you shiver - his warmth seeping into your skin.

Hands moving to loosely rest on either of your thighs, the cold metal of his ring making you gasp as it presses against your febrile flesh, “Spread your legs,” he orders. The sound rumbles against your back, and for a moment you hesitate - the tips of your ears burning in humiliation. Nonetheless, you do as he says: tentatively splaying your legs open once again. Jimin watches your reflection in the glass, his eyes dropping to the apex of your spread thighs. Material of your skirt falling between, it obstructs his view of your cunt, causing him to let out a low tremor of disapproval.

Angling his head to the side, he brushes his lips against the outer shell of your ear, before taking the topmost part between his teeth and biting down softly. The sudden action causes you to let out a soft whimper, and you both see, and feel, Jimin’s lips twist into a sardonic smile. Lightly nibbling on the cartilage, his hands indolently trail further up your thighs, causing your eyes to flutter at the sensation. Just when he gets to the soft flesh of the top of your inner thighs, however, Jimin suddenly stops.

“Lift up your skirt, Princess. Show me the way that cunt drips for me,” comes his command. The intonation of his voice is low, a slight rasp underlying it, and reflexively, goosebumps prickle at your skin.

You suck in a sharp breath, and with shaky hands, do as he says. Gripping the hem of your skirt, you hesitantly lift it up - both your eyes glued onto the mirror - where you watch the way you slowly expose your sodden cunt. The moment your bare sex meets his gaze, Jimin lets out a pained groan. Swollen with need, the flesh of your sex is puffy - your clit visibly throbbing as a thick sheen of your wetness coats your skin. Pools of arousal gather around your entrance, the ring of muscles trembling under his heavy gaze, causing thin rivulets of slick to trail down the seam of your ass.

“Oh? You’re fucking drenched. What is it that you see in the mirror, that has you leaking like this? You’re practically creating a puddle,” he chuckles, a dark, taunting inflexion cutting his sweet voice.

A near inaudible whimper falls from your lips, and when you don’t respond, Jimin bites your ear harshly. Soft stings of pain strum through you, and, “Y-You,” you cry out in response, your cunt clenching visibly.

Watching the way the ringed muscles contract, “Oh? Just me?” Jimin chuckles darkly. You shake your head in response.

“N-No… us,” you reply. Fingers flexing, he begins softly massaging your thighs: kneading the supple flesh under his deft digits.

“Tell me.”

“W-What?” you ask, shock evident in your eyes. Tongue flicking out, Jimin licks the outline of your ear, only to brush his lips against the shell.

“Tell me what you see,” he elaborates. Thick waves of hesitation exude off of you at the command. There was no way - absolute none - that you could describe the vulgar scene, born from your deepest fantasies, and depicted in the magical surface.

Sensing your trepidation, Jimin’s face softens, and he buries his face into the side of your head. Lips pursing, he places a tender kiss to your hair. “We can stop if you want, or if it’s too much,” he mumbles; his hands soothingly rubbing your thighs. Your heart flutters at his concern, and you shake your head quickly.

“I-I’ve just… never done something like this,” you begin, your voice coming out as a whisper. Internally, you cringe at the timidness of it. It’s not that you don’t want to fuck Jimin. You do. Desperately. It’s just, you’re not used to it - to having someone see this side of you - and the idea of revealing it to Jimin, the object of most of your lascivious fantasies, is more than just a little daunting.

Awareness crossing his face, Jimin nods, and you watch in despair as his eyes turn tender - a stark contrast from the heavy dominance that had just twinkled within them. “We can go slow… I’ll be gentle,” he offers.

“No!” you instantly object, Jimin’s eyes widening at the sudden protest. Realising how loud you’d been, you quickly curl into yourself and avert your gaze. Throat tight, you swallow thickly; and gathering your courage, “I- I don’t want gentle. I- I want you to be rough. I want you to fuck me,” you confess, A few pauses break your sentences as you force yourself to be honest with him, however, once the words are out, you feel a sense of relief flood through you.

Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, and against the curve of your ass, you feel his hardened cock throb. “Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours. This time, when you nod, there’s not a semblance of hesitancy.

Bolstered by your sudden courage, “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to dominate me, and make me cry,” comes your sudden declaration. The hands on your thighs flex, Jimin gripping the flesh almost painfully.

“Fuck.” He takes a deep breath, and then exhales just as deep. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks once again.

Unwavering, “Yes.” Then, “Please,” you add - practically begging him now.

“Pick a safe word.”

Surprised by his words, “W-what?” you dumbly ask, causing him to smile at you genially.

“You’re a virgin aren’t you?” he asks; his tone is passive, almost kind, and not mocking at all; yet, you still find yourself growing embarrassed as you nod in response. Pressing another kiss to your head, “Then pick a safe word you can use if things are getting too intense and you need to stop,” he continues.

“Oh. Um… Mallowsweet,” you blurt out after a short deliberation.

The instant the word slips from your mouth, Jimin lets out an amused exhale, and you feel his lips curl in bemusement. “Mallowsweet? Really? The first thing you thought of was a potion ingredient?” he asks, causing you to pout.

“Safe words have to be something you won’t normally say during sex,” you mumble, and once again, Jimin laughs.

“You’ve got me there. Alright, Mallowsweet it is,” he nods. Then, after a short pause, “Don’t hesitate to use it, okay?” he continues. You don’t say anything, simply nodding firmly. Happy with your assurance, “Good girl. Now, tell me what you see,” he praises, only to follow the sentiment with a command.

A ripple of excitement courses through you at the heavy authority that laces his voice once again; his eyes dark with domineering hunger as he practically scrutinises you. Attention returning to the mirror, your breath catches in your throat at the sight that greets you. Your reflection selves have changed positions, now almost perfectly imitating the two of you. Cradled in mirror-Jimin’s embrace, your counterpart has her legs spread wide, and her lips spread even more lewdly - her own digits splaying them apart - as Jimin fucks his thick fingers into her drenched heat.

When you don’t say anything, your attention instead focused on the erotic scene depicted in the magical surface, you suddenly hear a loud slap echo through the air. All of a sudden, a sharp sting of pain flares across your thigh, and you hiss when you feel Jimin spank your flesh.

“I gave you an order, Princess. I expect you to obey,” Jimin spits, his voice hissing against your ear.

“Ah- I’m- I’m spreading my own…” you begin, only for your own mortification to pause.

“Your own?” Jimin prompts, a smirk curling onto his face at your clear embarrassment.

Letting out a whine, “V-vagina,” you choke out with a stammer. Immediately, Jimin brings his hand down onto your thigh, a sharp slap resounding through the air.

A low cry slips through your lips and, “Cunt,” Jimin hisses.

“W-What?”

“Cunt. You’ll call it your cunt, or your pussy. Do you understand?” he responds, causing you to nod your head. “Good girl. Now, continue,” he urges, his hand delicately massaging your thigh as he soothes the flesh he’d spanked.

Cheeks burning, “I-I’m spreading my own c-cunt,” you whisper. A jolt of ravenous hunger sparks through Jimin as he hears the vulgar word slip from your lips and he lets out a low, pained groan. He’d ordered you to say it, and yet, it somehow sounded even sweeter, even more sinful as it drips from your mouth.

“Are you now? Show me how,” comes his next order. Shuddering at his breathy voice, and thick ripples of pleasure coursing through you, you do as he says.

One of your hands uncurls itself from the material of your skirt, the other hiking the fabric higher up your body. Next, using your now free hand, you press two of your trembling fingers on either side of your cunt, before spreading them in a ‘V’ shape. Under the ministration, you both feel, and watch, as your slick folds are pulled apart - revealing even more of your bare sex to Jimin’s gaze. Seeing the way your flesh peels open, Jimin lets out a strained groan.

“Fuck. Look at you. Dirty fucking slut,” he spits, and hearing his words, the walls of your cunt automatically clench. With the way your pussy is bared for Jimin, he easily spots the movement, causing him to chuckle. With another spank on your thigh, “Do you like that, Princess? Do you like the way I call you a slut?” he taunts. Fist curling tighter into the cotton fabric of your skirt, you nod shyly. Jimin’s hand splays further down your thigh before he begins drawing slow, teasing shapes into your flesh.

A shudder runs down your spine at his actions. In their new position, his fingers are impossibly close to your cunt - so close, in fact, that you’re sure he can feel the intense heat radiating from your sex. Deliberately, however, he keeps them away from where you need them most, and under his ministrations, you slowly feel your body temperature rise; the ache in your pussy intensifying tenfold. One finger moves awfully close to the flesh of your nether lips, and each time he draws an indiscernible shape, the bone of his knuckle grazes your clit.

“Do you want me to keep calling you a slut?” he taunts, and eagerly, you nod your head, a wanton whine slipping through your throat. “Then beg,” he hisses.

With a whimper, “P-Please degrade me,” you moan.

“Merlin, you’re such a fucking whore. Who would have thought that the innocent, shy Head Girl was such a desperate, needy little slut?” Jimin questions, and hearing the blatant derision in his voice, your stomach flips with humiliation. Then, pressing his lips to your ear, Jimin moves his hand to purposely graze your cunt. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he groans, his eyes swirling with dark lust. Then, he gestures back to the mirror.

Already knowing what he wants, you take in another breath. “Y-You’re f-fingering my p-pussy as I s-spread my c-cunt,” you stutter out, your ears burning at the crude words.

“Like this?” he teasingly asks. Inhaling sharply, your eyes flutter as you feel his middle finger teasingly caress your dewy folds: the pad of the digit tracing down your swollen lips. You nod your head.

“Y-You’ve got t-two fingers in me. T-Thrusting them as you f-fuck my cunt,” you continue. Finger moving further down, Jimin runs the tip of his nail around the quivering, ringed outline of your cunt.

“Fuck. Such a pretty, needy, pussy. See how it trembles for me?” he asks. It’s rhetorical. You know it is, because the next thing he’s doing, is plunging his finger into you.

A high-pitched moan spills from your lips, your back arching as your head falls onto his muscular shoulder. He stops once he’s knuckle deep, and curling his finger, “I’m going to fuck this tight, unused little cunt, Princess,” he continues. The cold metal and cut gemstones of his heirloom ring presses against the sodden, heated flesh of your cunt. The band is incredibly thick, the maddening girth threatening to plunge into you as it presses against your entrance.

Nonetheless, Jimin stops. Instead, he languidly pulls his finger out, before abruptly plunging it back inside. Heavy moans elicited from your throat, your cunt spasms as you feel his ring press against your ringed muscles once again. Thrusting the crooked finger in and out of you, he indolently tests the pliance of your inner walls; relishing in the resistance he feels. “By Morgana, you’re so fucking tight. Such a tiny, little hole…” In a deliberate motion, he pulls his finger out - so slow, that you can feel every ridge of his knuckles as it retreats out of you.

As he holds up his finger, your eyes widen at the sight. The entire length of his digit is coated in a thick sheen of your wetness; filmy strings trickling towards his palm. The glint of his ring catches the low lighting, the shine only highlighted by your arousal. Jimin lets out a baritone chuckle, “So fucking wet too. You drip like such a slut.” His hand moves back down to your cunt, and stroking up the slit, you whimper the pad of his finger brushes your throbbing clit, the wet bud slickening under his ministrations.

“I’m going to make you cum so much that all you can think about is the way my fingers, or tongue, or cock feel inside of you,” he murmurs. The intonation of his voice is heavy, with an intentional husk to it, that has you whining in need. With each word, he tantalisingly circles your engorged bundle of nerves. His touch is feathery, virtually non-existent, and the tormenting motions has your core burning with need; the muscles of your thighs twitching intermittently.

“Mmmm, yes. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be a cock-hungry little bitch, begging me to fuck you like the cumslut you are.” All of a sudden, he presses his digit down onto your clit before rolling it in hard, tight circles.

Abruptly, “Ah- Please,” you cry, your thighs beginning to tremble on either side of Jimin’s. Between his filthy words, his purposeful taunting ministrations, and your own, previous ministrations, you swiftly feel the telltale fog of euphoria cloud your mind.

Jimin dips his head into the crook of your neck, and watching your body through the glass of the mirror, he stares darkly at your figure. You’re completely wired: eyes-half lidded and clouded with lust while your mouth is parted - breathless shallow gasps slipping from your throat. With each stroke of his finger against your clit, he watches your entrance responsively clench - forcing thick streams of your essence out of your honeyed hole and down your ass.

“Are you close, Kitten? Are you going to cum from just having me tease this needy clit?” he taunts, his breath fanning across the flesh of your neck. Throat tight with desire, it’s all you can do to nod your head. Pleasure burns in your abdomen, your skin flushing with heat. Still, Jimin continues his ministrations - pulling you closer and closer towards the brink of your orgasm. “Fuck, yeah you are. Merlin, you’re so sensitive... Tell me something Princess, no one’s played with you like this, have they?” he asks.

Pulling your lip between your teeth, you shake your head once again - too tongue-tied by pleasure to speak. Plump lips wrap around your flesh, and flicking out his tongue, Jimin begins peppering hot, open-mouths kisses along the column of your throat. Teeth grazing against your sensitive skin, “No. They haven’t. I’m the first to see you like this, aren’t I? The first to touch this pretty cunt, and watch you drip for me,” he murmurs. The reverberations of his voice thrum along your throat, causing you to buck into his hand.

“I’m the first person who’s going to make you cum, Princess,” he whispers. Then, without a warning, he takes your clit between the knuckle of his forefinger and his thumb, and twisting, he pinches the bud. Simultaneously, Jimin sucks your flesh into his mouth, before biting down harshly. The abrupt pain has you crying out, your thighs shaking harder as you feel yourself teeter over the precipice of your climax. Before it can come, however, “But not yet,” Jimin growls before pulling away.

“N-No,” you cry out, tears misting your eyes as you feel your impending orgasm begin to fade. Thoughtlessly, you pull your hand away from where it’s spreading your cunt, and instead, you grab Jimin’s wrist; attempting to pull it back.

Swiftly, Jimin brings his hand down onto your cunt - harshly. A sharp, wet, smack resounds through the air as his fingers impact your swollen flesh. Under the ministration, you feel your clit smart: ripples of pain and pleasure thrumming along your nerves and setting your veins afire. Biting down on your flesh once again, “You’ll cum when I want you to cum, slut. Until then, be patient,” he hisses. A whimper slips from your throat, and you nod before letting go of his hand. Purring in approval at your obedience, Jimin’s tongue roves over your throat, soothing the tender flesh he’d harshly bitten down on.

“Spread your cunt for me again, Princess,” he orders, causing your fingers to fall back to your lips as you pull them apart. Jimin rewards your actions with soft kisses, his plush lips teasing the flesh of your throat. Lightly, he begins suckling and nipping: the skin blooming with bruises under his ministrations.

As he litters your throat with his marks, he retrieves his wand from beside him, and holding the long piece of elm he drags the tip through your slit. You gasp in surprise, your eyes widening as you watch him tease your folds with his wand. Against your throat, Jimin whispers a spell, the words inaudible. Out of the blue, however, his wand comes to life - the entire length vibrating as the point presses to your clit.

“J-Jimin,” you howl, your legs snapping shut as you feel the intense reverberations of his wand against your aching bud.

Immediately, Jimin increases the vibrations, and, “Keep your legs open, slut,” he orders. Sucking in a sharp breath, you forcibly part your thighs again, even as they tremble violently from the mind-numbing pleasure that wracks through your body from his wand. “Good girl,” he praises, his wand indolently circling the outline of your clit.

“J-Jimin- P-please,” you choke out, the muscles of your throat straining to spew out the words. Delirious with overwhelming ecstasy, your eyelids flutter with every motion, causing Jimin to chuckle.

“Do you want to cum, Sweetheart?” he asks, his voice dark, and taunting. Hastily, you nod your head. With how intensely his wand vibrates - the pleasure concentrated onto your clit, where the tip of the wood incessantly presses against the bud - you can feel your stomach twist and knot with each second that passes.

“Yes,” you gasp out. At the same time, your hips start rocking as you grind your clit into his wand - relishing in the powerful reverberations of the vibrating charm that strums through your clit. Again, the telltale sear of euphoria burns through your bloodstream.

Wanton hunger skims through you, and feeling how close you are to your orgasm, you begin wildly thrusting your hips. In the reflection of the glass, Jimin simply watches with a smirk as you ride his wand. With each roll of your hips, your clit drags against the vibrating wood - your cunt rippling over and over as you chase your high. A smirk crawling on his hips, Jimin mumbles something indiscernible, and you cry out when the vibrations increase tenfold. Screwing your eyes shut, you cry out in pleasure. However, for a second time that day, just as you’re about to sink into the mind-numbing ecstasy of your orgasm, Jimin is pulling away.

“NO! P-Please no. N-No, please. Please,” you cry - the words spilling from your words over and over again. With your orgasm cruelly ripped away from you for a second time, you can barely think. Behind you, Jimin lifts his head up, and presses a soft, soothing kiss against your head, and feeling the tender action, you whimper. Through the mirror, you look at him with teary, pleading eyes, and “P-Please,” you sob. Jimin simply lets out a sardonic smirk.

“If you want to cum, keep telling me what you see,” he coos, his eyes flashing with barely concealed dominance.

Eyes blurred with pleasure, and so caught up in the ecstasy Jimin reaps upon your body, you’d completely forgotten about the mirror. Blinking the tears from your eyes, you focus your attention onto the magical glass once again, only for a wanton moan to fall from your lips at the sight. Your reflections have swapped positions now - your body riding Jimin reverse-cowgirl. Even in the mirror, your legs are spread wide - giving you a lewd view of the way Jimin’s thick girth spears your tiny cunt wide open.

“Y-You’ve got me on your lap… my legs spread a-as you fuck me,” you begin once again. Jimin hums underneath you, his lips once again peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat.

He rewards your compliance by pressing his wand to your clit once more, before he runs it down your dripping slit, and towards your cunt. Feeling the thin wood trace the ringed muscles of your honeyed hole, you clench involuntarily - the action threatening to swallow the tip of his wand. Jimin spots the motion, and laughing lowly, he begins pressing it against your cunt. With how wet you are, you easily take the slim piece of wood into you, your eyes rolling at the thin intrusion. Unlike Jimin’s, or your own, fingers, the wood is unrelentingly hard, and you feel it slowly open up the soft flesh of your inner walls.

As he continues pushing the length into you, soft pangs of pain flutter through your velvet depths - the untouched walls slowly widening. Still, the pain is next to non-existent, and with the vibrating charm accompanying the invasion, even that subtle ache is drowned out by pleasure. Once half the wand is inside you, Jimin stops, and instead, he begins fucking you with the wood.

“Like this?” he asks. You pull your lower lip between your teeth, and biting down hard, you nod in response. “How am I fucking you?”

Automatically, “H-Hard. You’re f-fucking m-me hard,” you respond.

Jimin’s free arm moves to wrap around your body, and your breath hitches when you see him inch his left hands towards your cunt. He moves deliberately, your eyes dilating with desire as you watch it in the reflection of the mirror. Even with your gaze trained on the appendage however, you’re not ready for the way his fingers feel as they stroke your clit. The moment you feel the calloused pads of his fingers caress your throbbing bud, you let out a keening mew - your thighs trembling on either side of his legs.

Simultaneously, Jimin picks up the pace; fucking his wand into you even faster as he begins toying with your swollen clit. A shudder of pleasure races down your spine at the foreign pleasure. Despite his wand being slim, your untouched inner depths are unaccustomed to the intrusion, and as such, intense waves of ecstasy flourish through your body. Hot, voluptuous lips trail down the arc of your throat, and getting to the flesh of your shoulder, he bites down - hard enough to indent the shape of his teeth into your skin - and causing you to gasp.

“Be explicit. Tell me what you see,” comes his next order.

“Y-Your thick co-cock is spreading my c-cunt as you fuck me h-hard. I-I can see the way you c-cock opens my pussy,” you describe. Jimin lets out a strangled groan under you.

“Is that right?” he grunts. “Does my cock look good in your cunt, Princess?” Jimin begins taunting. “Do you like the way that pretty little virgin pussy stretches around my fat cock?” His warm breath fans over your naked shoulder, Jimin suckling his marks into your flesh between his sinful words. “Are you imagining how it would feel? How I’d fill you up - stretch you out - and carve the shape of my cock into you? So that you know who that precious cunt belongs to?” The intonation of his voice is incredibly deep, and turbulent with salacious desire. It tremors through the air, cutting the sounds of your wet cunt and erotic moans.

“F-Fuck,” you whimper at his words, your cunt involuntarily quivering around his wand; sucking it even deeper.

Feeling the movement, his wand slipping further from his grip, “Oh? You like that don’t you? Of course you do. Filthy little cockslut. Look at the way you swallow my wand. The way you drip and coat it in your cunt juices. You’re practically gagging for it. Begging me to defile this tight, sweet cunt,” he taunts. His words elicit a high-pitched, breathless whimper from your throat, and eagerly, you nod your head.

“Please fuck my cunt,” you beg, your eyes wide and imploring as you stare at him through the reflection. For a moment, Jimin stills. Your words are unprompted, and as such, completely unexpected. Yet, hearing the words drip from your mouth, laced with wanton ardor, has his entire body thrumming with exhilteration.

“Fuck. You’re a sin. My sin,” he groans in response. Then, he mumbles something unintelligible. You barely have time to comprehend what he says, because out of the blue, you feel your inner walls begin to stretch. Crying out at the sudden change, your eyes widen as you feel the girth of Jimin’s slender wand get thicker. The girth sluggishly increases, yet, with each second that passes, you feel your smarting walls stretch around the unyielding invasion.

Jimin doesn’t say anything. Rather, he begins fucking his wand into you ever quicker, simultaneously increasing the pace of his fingers against your clit. Pleasure and pain intermingle together, your eyes rolling back as your thighs begin to tremble. The sensations Jimin lavishes on your body are far too much to comprehend, and swiftly, you find yourself drowning in the fog of euphoria. Stomach twisting with the knot of your incoming orgasm, your breath turns laboured as you begin fucking back onto Jimin’s wand.

With each plunge of his wand into you, you feel your walls pull apart just a little more, and the vibrations of the wood only has your veins searing with desire. Soon, the wand swells past the size of what feels like two fingers, and you cry out when the burn of the stretch begins rippling through your inner walls. The pleasure is too much to handle, but you never want it to end. In fact, you wish it’d last forever: the sensations wholly addicting. In spite of that, however, “M-Mallowsweet,” you whimper.

Immediately, Jimin stills, and halting the spell, he slowly pulls his soaked wand out of you. Sitting up straight behind you, the hand playing with your clit moves, and he wraps his arm around your waist in comfort. He looks at you in concern - worry painted across his delicate features. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” he swiftly asks, his gaze roving over your body. A surge of timidness floods through you, and biting your lip, you simply shake your head.

“I-I’m okay. I-I just,” you begin stammering, only to stop when you feel your embarrassment amplify tenfold. Jimin’s strong eyes knit together, and pressing his lips to your head, he presses an encouraging kiss to your flesh. Taking a deep breath, you gather all your courage, and, “I want your cock to be the first thing that stretches me out,” you whisper. At the sound of your steady voice, you internally cheer. At least you’d managed to get the words out without being a stuttering mess this time.

Sharply, Jimin sucks in a breath. Then, “Fuck,” comes his strained grunt.

In an abrupt flash, he moves. Grasping his wand, he plunges the wand into you once again. The sudden intrusion has your spine contorting, your head digging into Jimin’s shoulder as you cry out in pleasure. Expertly, Jimin angles the wooden rod inside of you and begins thrusting it in and out of your core with rough movements. At the same time, he mumbles under his breath, and your thighs shake as you feel the girth increase twofold as the wand begins vibrating inside of you once more.

“Ah- Jimin,” you cry, your eyes screwing shut as pleasure blinds your senses.

The hand around your waist pushes back between your thighs before he slaps your pussy once again. With the angle of his hand, the impact is concentrated on your clit, and feeling the sharp sting, a wail of ecstasy tears from your throat. Vehemently, Jimin begins spanking your cunt - focusing the slaps directly onto your hardened bundle of nerves. His punishing motions are only intensified by the way your fingers faithfully splay apart your folds: exposing the entirety of your throbbing bud to his actions.

“F-Fuck- Jimin,” you cry, tears beginning to mist at your eyes from the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure that courses through you.

Pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, “Desperate little slut. You’re such a fucking cocktease. Do you have any idea what you do to me? Hmm, Kitten? Do you know how hot it is when you practically beg me to ruin that tiny cunt of yours? Hmmm?” Jimin growls out. You whimper at his voice. The usual sweet intonation is long gone. Rather, it’s filled with a mix of pure, carnalistic need, and dark dominance. Each sentence that spills from his lips is emphasised by a harsh thrust, and when you feel the tip of the vibrating wand drag against the sweet spot inside you, you cry out.

“Ah- Fuck- Jimin, please,” you sob. Between Jimin’s harsh spanks on your clit, and the vehement way he plunges his wand into you, you find your orgasm quickly building up. Heat prickles at your spine, your skin pricking with goosebumps as the white-hot pokers of euphoria sting at your flesh.

“Look at me,” Jimin hisses, and through the fog of deliriousness that clouds your mind, you hear the command. Opening your eyes, and briefly wondering when they’d shut, you come face to face with your reflection: Jimin’s intense gaze capturing your own. The sight that greets your eyes has you whimpering.

Your pussy is swollen, and so sodden that you can see thick strings of your arousal cling to the side of Jimin’s palm: the hilt of his hand grazing your cunt with each piston of his wand into your welcoming depths. Wetness leaks out of you in droves, and you don’t know how you haven’t noticed it, but you’re sitting in a puddle of your own wetness - the juices of your entrance soaking into the fabric of the back of your skirt. The lewd sight of your body has your breath turning shallow, and inhaling quick, sharp breaths, you feel your thighs begin to shake.

Spotting the telltale signs of your approaching climax, “Are you going to cum?” Jimin asks, and you swiftly nod your head. “Beg me,” he grits out.

Instantly, your mouth parts, however, your mouth is suddenly dry, and so lost in your incoming orgasm, you can barely find it in yourself to string together a coherent set of words. Still, you force out a few words; though, they come out garbled and incoherent. Lips curling into a sneer, Jimin snarls at you, and immediately rips his wand out of you. The sudden emptiness has you shaking your head, a loud howl of displeasure ripping from your throat. Wildly, your hips thrash, and you attempt to follow his wand as you feel your orgasm begin to subside.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jimin brings down his hand onto your cunt - hard - and feeling the intense spank, your entire body jerks. “If you want to cum, you’re going to have to beg,” Jimin spits out.

Screwing your eyes shut, the tears finally begin falling down your eyes and you let out a dry sob. “W-Wanna cum. P-Please, J-Jimin, wanna cum. Please. Please. Please,” you wail.

With another spank to your clit, “Good girl,” Jimin praises. Then, he plunges his wand back into you.

The gesture is abrupt, and completely unexpected, and instantly, you’re forced over the edge of your own orgasm - the knot in your stomach suddenly unravelling. Shallow sobs ripping from the midst of your throat, the back of your head digs into Jimin’s shoulder almost painfully, and your body arcs as you begin cumming. Thighs quaking on either side of Jimin’s, your cunt clenches painfully around the wood inside of you, as blinding euphoria ricochets through your body.

With how much Jimin has already edged you, the force of your orgasm is threefold, incredibly overwhelming; and like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Toes curling with pleasure, you howl out his name, the sound coming out inarticulate, and close to inhuman. Waves of rapturous ecstasy surge through your body, your blood boiling with searing heat as your orgasm overtakes you. Momentarily, you feel yourself drift from reality - floating through the thick haze of elation - as you relish in the intoxicating sensation that floods through you.

Nevertheless, almost abruptly, you’re crashing down to reality. A dull, stinging ache shoots through your sensitive walls, the pain of overstimulation overtaking your mind-altering pleasure. Even with your entire body trembling from the force of your orgasm, Jimin continues plunging the vibrating length into you; though, his hand has moved from spanking your clit to rolling it in tight, vicious circles.

Hands jerking, you unclench your fist from your skirt, the other moving from your splayed cunt, and instead, you grip at his thick thighs. “H-Hurts- T-Too much,” you weep, the tears flowing freely as you blubber out a slew of strained moans.

Still, Jimin pays no mind to your cries, and instead, “Again. Cum for me again,” he urges. Twisting his wand inside of you, he shifts the angle to the tip of it, and presses it flush against the soft bundle of tissues that make up your sweet spot, before increasing the vibration to the highest setting.

A strangled howl tears through your lips: the intense reverberations against your g-spot causing you to careen straight off of the precipice of your climax. Second orgasm rolling in directly after the first one, your body violently quakes over him, and you wail out Jimin’s name - the muscles of your throat straining at the sound. This time, your cunt clamps vigorously - almost painfully - and you sob at the fervent heat of euphoria that consumes your entire being. The power of your contracting walls abruptly forces Jimin’s wand out of you, his eyes widening as you practically shoot out the long piece of wood.

“Fucking hell,” Jimin breathes out - his attention glued onto your cunt.

Gush after gush of wetness erupts out of your cunt; the jets of your cum pelting against the glass and dousing it in your essence. Jimin watches you squirt with wide eyes, the action completely unexpected. It only takes him a few moments to recover, however, and rapidly, he presses his fingers to your clit: strumming the viciously pulsating bud in quick, back and forth movements. His ministrations have your orgasm drawing out even further, and thick tears roll down your cheeks at the overpowering sensations that flood through you.

Brazenly, Jimin’s eyes stick to your swollen pussy, watching the way your drenched entrance contracts around nothing as you leak all over yourself, the mirror and the ground. Everything is drenched in your cum, from your own thighs, to parts of his trousers, all the way towards the mirror: rivers of your essence trailing down the magical glass and onto the floor. The heady scent of sex is heavy in the air, and taking a deep breath, Jimin’s chest purrs at the intoxicating smell of your cum.

Body erratically quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm, your cunt continuously clamps around nothing - and with Jimin’s wand no longer pistoning into you - the sudden emptiness is only exaggerated by the involuntary movement of your walls. Coming down from your high, the ache between your thighs grows to be too much for you, and, “C-Cock- I n-need your c-cock. F-Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” you stammer out, the words coming out slurred; your tongue loose from your orgasms.

For a moment, Jimin falters, and looking at your fucked out form in the reflection, “Are you sure-” he begins.

Hearing the trepidation in his voice, you focus your glassy gaze onto him through the mirror, and, “Ruin me,” you breathe out. Despite the breathlessness in your voice, there’s not a single shred of hesitance in your eyes. Just ravenous hunger.

The corner of Jimin’s jaw flexes as he grits his teeth. Promptly, his apprehension ebbs - giving way to unbridled dominance as his gaze turns dark with lust. A low growl resonates through the air, “As you wish.”

In one smooth motion, Jimin’s hands move to your hips, and then easily, using all his strength, he lifts you and throws you up against the mirror. Eyes widening, you yelp at the sudden movement, your knees scraping against the smooth floor while your clammy hands press against the cold glass. You don’t get a moment to process the change. Without a moment’s hesitation, Jimin’s hands are curling between the soft flesh of your thighs, and forcing them apart, he spreads your legs further. The roughness of his actions cause you to groan, and willingly, you splay your knees further; pushing your ass out towards him.

Jimin’s chest tremors in approval at your gesture, and roughly pushing your skirt up your ass, he spanks the plump flesh. “Good little slut,” he praises. The sudden, acute impact on your lower cheeks has you squealing, the sound morphing into a garbled groan of pleasure. Emboldened by your reaction, and the way your ass ripples under the ministration, Jimin repeats his action.

A harsh slapping sound echoes through the air, pain flaring along your ass cheeks, and responsively, your head drops onto the mirror. The glass is cold, and refreshing against your sweat-soaked forehead. Jimin barely pays you any mind, and instead, he spanks you once more - as hard as he can. This time, you howl in ecstatic pain. Between the thick band of his ring, and his bulging biceps, this particular spank strikes your ass in the most enticing way possible. Cunt clamping down around nothing, you let out a low whimper at the incessant ache in your core, your breath fogging against the mirrored surface.

“J-Jimin- fuck me, please,” you beg.

One last time, Jimin brings his hand onto the plump cheek, before gripping the fleshy globes with both hands and pulling them apart. Under his action, you find your cheeks tinging with heat with mortification: Jimin exposing the entirety of your cunt and asshole towards his gaze. Seeing the way the puckered rim twitches, Jimin groans, and keeping one of your ass cheeks parted, he moves the other hand to brush your tight entrance.

A single finger indolently traces the ringed muscles of your ass, and you let out a breathy whine, your muscles locking at the sensation. “Such a pretty little asshole,” Jimin casually mutters. With how turned on you are, not to mention cumming so hard you’d squirted, the back entrance is completely slicked with your own juices. Grazing the blunt tip of his finger against your asshole, Jimin begins tracing teasing circles around the rim. “I bet it’s nice and tight in there. I bet you’d look so fucking hot struggling to fit my cock in that tiny little hole,” he mumbles. His voice is breathier, and filled with hunger, and you can’t help but whimper at the sound.

Suddenly, Jimin presses his finger against the rim of your ass, and your eyes widen as you feel the pressure: his finger threatening to enter your virgin ass. Nonetheless, before the digit can dip inside, he’s pulling away. “But that’s for another day,” he murmurs. “Right now, the only hole I’m interested in, is this one.” Abruptly, he forces two fingers into your cunt.

“AH-” you gasp, your eyes fluttering when he begins thrusting his thick digits in and out of your sodden entrance. Instinctively, your hips begin writhing, and pushing them back in slow movements, you fuck yourself onto his fingers: in a bid to take them deeper into you.

The silken walls of your cunt ripple around his fingers, and with each surreptitious contraction, your velvet cavern threatens to swallow his fingers further. “Such a needy cunt,” Jimin hums, his lips ghosting over the length of your shoulder as he presses chaste kisses to your skin. Parting his fingers in a ‘V’ shape, Jimin groans when he feels the tight resistance of your walls, “And so tight too.”

Driven near insane by the filth he spews, and the way he plunges his thick digits into your pussy, a soft mew slips from your lips. Nonetheless, it’s not enough. “D-Don’t t-tease m-me. W-Want your c-cock,” you beg with a stammer; your voice coming out higher pitched, and more desperate, than you’d intended.

“Insatiable whore,” he purrs, and despite the clear derision to his words, his tone is sweet. Almost affectionate. Still, Jimin pulls his fingers out of you, and instead, his hands move back to your ass. Cupping the cheeks, he pushes the plump flesh up and outwards, bearing the entirety of your dripping cunt to his gaze once more. He mumbles another spell under his breath, and to your utter surprise, a loud tearing sound fills the air.

You watch in shock as your skirt falls to tatters on the floor below you, but before you can say anything, Jimin is pressing his naked hardness flush against your bare sex. A shallow gasp slips through your lips, only for it to morph into a low groan when he begins grinding the velvet shaft into you. Hands still pressed flat against the mirror, you watch Jimin through the reflection. He’s still fully dressed in his uniform. The top few buttons of his white oxford are unfastened: exposing the defined peaks of his collarbone, and a few inches of his chest.

Meanwhile, his leather belt is undone, the two long pieces hanging on either side. Similarly, the button of his trousers and his zipper are open, his thick cock standing proudly through the opening. Attention dropping to the throbbing member, your eyes dilate with lust. He’s thick - incredibly thick. So thick, in fact, that a tremor of fear flutters through you, because there’s no possible way it’s going to fit inside of you. And yet, mixed with the fear is overwhelming anticipation, because you can’t help but want to feel his cock stretch you out. Even in the most painfully pleasurable way.

Jimin grips the base of his shaft with one hand, and angling it towards your entrance, he smacks the head against it. A loud, wet smack resonates through the air, and feeling the heavy weight of his cockhead against your wet cunt, you whine in need. Flexing his hips, Jimin slips his cock between your thighs before he begins thrusting it against your folds. Your slick lips spread on either side of his thick girth, and with each thrust, the prominent seam of his cockhead drags against your hardened clit.

Losing yourself in the pleasure, you let out a slew of breathless groans - your breath condensing on the glass - as you undulate your hips back onto him. Chest purring, Jimin lowers his head and presses an open-mouthed kiss onto the flesh just below the nape of your neck. At the same time, one of his hands grip your ass tighter, the other still holding onto his cock; and staring at you through the reflection, “That’s a good slut. Wet my cock with your cum,” he urges. Your body shudders at the sound.

Even as he kneels behind you, almost eye-level with your own gaze, he’s somehow still incredibly imposing. Noticing your gaze on him, Jimin smirks predatorily: his teeth peeking through the seam of his lips. Dark eyes, tumultuous with desire, lock onto your own, and while holding your stare, Jimin drags his cock through your folds in one long stroke, before pressing the head at your fluttering entrance. As the crown of his bulbuous cockhead pushes against your ringed entrance, you both moan.

Turning his attention down to your drenched folds, Jimin hisses when he spots the way your honeyed hole ripples. “Such a small, wet, little cunt,” Jimin groans. Then, gripping his cock tighter, he circles the head around your entrance, “Merlin, look at how tiny your cunt is compared to my cock. I don’t think it’s going to fit,” he chuckles.

Despite the clear taunt to his voice, you shake your head. “It’ll fit,” you whine, your hips thrusting back to take him into you.

Humming, “Hmmm, are you sure, Kitten?” he asks, and furiously you nod your head.

“I can take it. I can. Please. Please fuck me open. Please,” comes your soughed pleas, your eyes swirling with unbridled hunger. Behind you, Jimin exhales deeply at the clear neediness to your voice.

Jaw flexing, “Then take it,” he hisses through gritted teeth. That’s all he says, because the next thing you know, he’s pressing the crown of his cock against your cunt. A dull pressure builds up against your entrance, and your eyes widen at the sensation, a stifled whimper slipping through your lips.

You’re soaked, your entrance positively dripping, and as such, he should easily slip into you. In spite of that, however, he struggles to enter you: his absurd girth causing the taut muscles of your pussy to protest the stretch. For a moment your eyes flutter shut, causing Jimin to release your ass, only to spank it instead. “Look at me. I want you to watch as I fuck this tight, unused little cunt open for the first time,” he hisses.

Whimpering, your eyes snap open, your attention catching his. And it’s at that exact moment, that Jimin thrusts harshly. The force of his movement causes the mushroom-tip of his cockhead to squeeze into you with a sudden pop. Spine twisting, your back arches as a dry sob tears from your throat. Your eyes mist with tears once more, pleasure and pain surging through your body.

“J-Jimin,” you whine with a wince. A searing ache burns ripples through your tight cunt, the ringed muscles smarting as they strain around Jimin’s dense shaft. But, it’s not all pain. No, even through the agonising burn, there are intoxicating undercurrents of pleasure - the ecstasy cutting your discomfort.

Hands moving to rest on your hips, Jimin skims them over the swell before rubbing soothing circles into your soft curves. Arcing his neck down, he buries his face into your neck and presses a soft kiss to the column. “Shhh, Princess. You can take it, can’t you?” he cajoles. Regardless of his soothing gestures, however, Jimin continues pushing his unrelenting hardness into you.

Nodding your head, you force the entrance of your cunt to relax further, and feeling the muscles ease slightly, Jimin presses the rest of his cockhead into you - right up to where it meets the shaft. Once sufficiently inside of you, Jimin’s fingers flex, and digging the pads into the flesh of your hips, he begins pulling you onto his cock. Inch by heavy, agonising inch, his unyielding hardness spears into you. Gradually, the thick girth of his cock stretches out your walls: pulling your virgin passage apart around his heavy intrusion.

When he’s around half way into you, you let out a strangled cry, “F-Fuck, y-you’re h-huge,” you whimper. Jimin chuckles wrly.

“Are you sure you can take it, Sweetheart? Hmmm? Can your sweet, little, virgin pussy take my fat cock?” he taunts, slipping another two inches into you.

Nails scraping against the smooth glass, you drag your hands down the surface and hastily nod your head. “I-I c-can,” you respond.

Plump lips pressing to the roots of your scalp, “That’s my good girl,” he praises with a kiss. His warm breath fans across your scalp, and you shiver involuntarily.

Without a warning, his hips flex, and Jimin roughly thrusts the final few inches of his cock into you, the length bottoming out to the hilt. The sudden movement has you howling, your head falling onto the mirror once again. Against your will, your cunt ripples around his cock, your inner muscles contracting and clenching around his unrelenting shaft as it tries to force out the thick intrusion. Nonetheless, with Jimin’s hips pressing firmly against your ass, the clamping only massages his cock. Cock completely buried inside you now, his balls pressing flush against your wet sex, Jimin halts.

In the reflection of the mirror, Jimin watches as your face contorts in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your eyes are hooded: the lids fluttering with every passing impalement of his cock; and your mouth is parted: your breathing laboured as you struggle to take his cock. Regarding you with his dark, lust-filled eyes, he trails his gaze down your body - stopping briefly at your throat and shoulders - where he admires the love bites he’s littered onto your skin. Trailing his attention further down, he passes by your heaving chest: your breasts rising and falling with the movement, and your stomach, before stopping at the apex of your thighs.

In your current position, he can’t see the way his girth pulls apart your walls. What he can see, however, is the way your thighs tremble: the inner flesh covered in a thin sheen of your own arousal; and the way your nether lips drip with your wetness: filmy strings of your essence dangling in the air, some clinging to the skin of your thighs. Involuntarily, his cock twitches at the sight, and feeling the movement inside of you, you whimper out.

You have no idea how long you both stay like that - Jimin’s hands tenderly massaging your hips as he impales you on his cock. In fact, it feels like forever: time passing by slowly as you swim in the pain of his cock splaying your innermost depths. Gradually, however, the ache begins to ebb, and before you know it, you're left with just the delicious feel of Jimin’s immense girth splitting your cunt open. Perking up, you lift your head off of the glass, and taking a shuddering breath, you experimentally clench around his cock.

At the voluntary movement, Jimin’s shaft is emphasised inside of you, and you could swear that he hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he’d fuck the shape of his cock into you. Twin sounds of pleasure cut through the air: your low moan intertwining with Jimin’s strangled groan. Dropping his head down to your shoulder, Jimin bites down onto your flesh, and feeling the pain of his teeth sinking into your skin, you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t do that unless you’re ready for me to fuck you,” Jimin warns. Deep inflexion of his voice resonating through your ear, you exhale deeply and repeat the motion. Except this time, you clench even harder.

“Fuck me,” you implore.

Mouth twisting into a derisive, lop-sided grin, “Hold on there, Kitten,” he purrs. That’s the only warning you get.

In one smooth motion, Jimin is retreating his cock out of you, until only the head is nestled inside of your cunt; only to thrust back in quickly. With one, swooping surge, he bottoms out of you, and the force of the movement has your entire body jerking. Grounding his knees onto the floor, Jimin uses the leverage to begin fucking you roughly. Hands braced up against the mirror, you attempt to find some form of purchase as your entire body jerks from his rough thrusts. However, with how smooth the glass is, you find none. Rather, your clammy palms slowly slide down the surface.

Sobs of pain and pleasure wrack your body with each drive of his hips, your toes curling as pleasure burns through your veins. Each plunge of his cock into your silken depths has you feeling every inch, every ridge of his cock. His immense girth pulls apart your walls deliciously, filling you up to your absolute limits. As the velvet shaft drags across your inner walls with each plunge, you feel him stimulate nerves you didn’t even know existed - the motions setting your entire body afire.

Jimin grips your hips tighter, and somehow, you feel his pace increase as he begins practically jackhammering into you. Your body jerks from the force of his thrusts, and consequently, you bounce harder onto his cock. Spreading your knees to brace yourself a little more, Jimin seizes the opportunity, and he angles his hips before he ruts into you even harder. The motion forces his cock to enter deeper into you, and you wail as you feel the blunt tip of his cockhead kiss the soft walls of your cervix with each thrust. Nonetheless, he pays you no mind, and instead, begins pulling your hips - forcing you to fuck back onto his cock.

His rough actions draw out feverish groans and slurred moans from your lips. The change in angle means that with each plunge of his cock, the head of his cock drags against the sweet-spot inside you, before it batters the back of your cunt. Soon, a dull ache begins settling deep within your stomach, and with each vehement pump of his cock, the discomfort slowly intensifies. “A-Ah, J-Jimin. T-Too d-deep,” you croak out with a stammer.

Dipping his head down, Jimin drags his lips against the shell of your ear. He takes the tip of it within his mouth, and biting down hard, “Isn’t this what you wanted, Sweetheart? Didn’t you want me to ruin your cunt?” he growls out. Then, with one deep thrust, he forces as much of his cock into you, before suddenly coming to a halt. “But if you want, I can stop.” The low tremor of his voice has your cunt clenching.

“N-No. Please d-don’t stop,” you whine, a mix of neediness and displeasure lacing your voice. Delirious with lust, you buck your hips onto his cock, and Jimin swiftly spanks your ass.

“That’s what I thought,” he hisses.

Out of the blue, one of Jimin’s hands moves from your hips, and instead, he hooks the arm under your knee. Hiking your leg up, he exposes your entrance to the both of you, and in the new position, nothing is left to your imagination.

The entirety of your sex is swollen with need, your clit visibly throbbing as it begs for attention. Slick with arousal, your entire cunt glistens in the low lighting of the room, and with how wet you are, thin rivulets of your arousal drip down your folds and onto Jimin’s balls. Dropping your gaze a little lower, you whimper at the sight. Your cunt is completely stretched, the ringed muscles pulled thin as they struggle to accommodate Jimin’s thick length. Like the rest of your pussy, your honeyed entrance is equally swollen; undoubtedly from Jimin’s brutal thrusts.

“Fuck. Look at you.” Jimin’s voice suddenly cuts the silence of the room. “See the way that unused little cunt has stretched? Mmmm. So fucking hot,” he hums.

Pulling out his cock, the both of you watch as your cunt grips his length, the ringed muscles being pulled with the movement. Once he’s only got his cockhead buried inside of you, Jimin thrusts in roughly once again. The sudden intrusion has you crying out in pleasure. “Fuck. How are you still so tight, Princess?” he grunts, his voice coming out strained. “Merlin, I’m not going to last long,” he mumbles, more to himself than anything.

“P-Please cum in m-me,” you whimper in response.

Jimin takes in a deep, steadying breath and then eyes flashing mischievously, “Oh, don’t worry, Princess. I’m going to ruin this cunt for anyone else. I’m going to fuck you so good that the only cock you want, the only cock you crave is mine. And then, I’m going to cum deep inside you, and dirty up your desperate - wet - pussy even more. So that you know, it’s all mine,” he growls.

“Now watch me fuck this sweet little hole open,” he orders. The next one of Jimin’s thrust causes your vision to blur, white spots blinding you.

Keeping your leg propped up with one of his arms, he moves the other from its position on your hips. Fingers tenderly stroking your hair, you shudder at the affectionate touch, only to cry out when he grips your hair and yanks your head back. The movement exposes your neck and using the opportunity, Jimin buries his face into the crook as he bruises it with more of his marks. At the same time, he begins riding you furiously - enjoying the way your inner walls ripple around his cock in the most enticing way possible.

Each thrust has his hips smacking against your ass and the sound of skin slapping is only broken by both your moans of pleasure, as well as the wet squelching of his cock fucking into your sopping wet cunt. Taking the flesh of your throat between his teeth, he nips and nibbles, causing the skin to turn tender under his ministrations. Then, releasing it, his tongue flicks out, he licks one broad line up your neck.

Getting to the spot just under your ear, he bites down on the soft flesh of your earlobe. “You like this don’t you, Kitten? You love the way this fat cock stretches you out. The way I ride your pussy hard and fast,” he taunts. The words shoot straight through your ear and down to your core, your cunt clenching responsively around his cock. You let out a garbled moan of affirmation, and Jimin lets out a throaty laugh.

“Merlin. Who knew the sweet little Head Girl was such a whore? Everyone thinks you’re so innocent. How do you think they’d react to seeing you like this? Your legs spread as you take my cock?” he questions and the teasing lilt to his voice has your thighs shaking.

Fog of euphoria nipping at the edges of your being, you feel the dull ache inside your stomach slowly intensify with every one of his thrusts. The muscles of your throat tighten at the pleasure, and in a bid to lubricate them, you swallow thickly. Behind you, Jimin continues plunging his cock into you, over and over again. Each thrust has his thick shaft dragging against every erogenous zone inside of you, and soon, you find yourself climbing higher and higher towards your peak.

Teetering on the brink of your orgasm, your stomach knots and twists. But it’s not enough. Between the apex of your thighs, your neglected clit viciously throbs - practically weeping as it begs for attention. Dry sob falling from your lips, “M-More. W-Wanna cum,” you croak out. Consumed by the pleasure Jimin reaps onto your body, electric ecstasy courses through your veins - your blood boiling with desire as you feel your end drawing nearer once again.

Swiftly, Jimin releases your hair. Instead, he thrusts his hand between your thighs and finding your clit, he presses the pulsating bud between his fingers. Toying with it gently, “Is that right, Princess? Do you wanna cum? Hmmm? You wanna cum all over this cock?” he ask, an apparent purr to his voice.

Driven mad with lust, it’s all you can do to gasp out your response. “Y-Yes. Please,” you slur. Skin prickling with goosebumps, your body flashes with heat. With each moment that passes, you can feel your orgasm slowly building up, your entire sanity dangling by a single thread.

Hearing your jumbled response, Jimin suddenly takes your hardened clit between his knuckles, and twists. “Then cum,” he orders with a hiss.

Instantly, a strangled wail of pleasure rips from your throat, the muscles of your oesophagus straining under the sound. The additional stimulation causes you to hurtle off of the precipice of your orgasm, and for a third time that night, you drive head first into bliss. Fingers scratching at the glass, you howl out Jimin’s name. Wave after wave of unadulterated bliss sweeps through you, the tide of your climax flooding into every fibre of your being as you sink into euphoria.

Eyes stinging with tears, white-spots blind your vision. Intense tremors wrack throughout your body, but even with the way your muscles tremble under him, Jimin continues thrusting his cock into you. His ministrations intensify your pleasure, and letting out a series of strangled sobs, you screw your eyes shut. Abruptly, the walls of your cunt clamp around his cock in a vice-like grip, and Jimin feels you grow wet once again. With your inner walls clenching and unclenching uncontrollably around Jimin’s thick cock, the Slytherin Head Boy lets out a carnalistic snarl.

“Fuck. That’s it, Princess. Cum around my cock. Fuck,” he urges with a groan. Nevertheless, your euphoria-addled mind barely registers his words. Instead, you fall forward, your body turning limp as you lose all semblance of your sanity as you revel in the waves of rapture that rocket through you. “Oh fuck. I’m cumming,” comes his strained groan.

Underlying ripples of pain begin fluttering through you as Jimin continues surging his cock in and out of your erratically contracting entrance; his fingers still mercilessly toying with your pulsating clit. Overstimulation gripping at you, “Please,” you weep.

Pace faltering, the hand playing with your clit moves to wind around your waist, and Jimin pulls you flush against his chest. Burying his cock as deep into your silken depths as he can, his thick shaft drives through your blissfully beaten cunt and you feel his blunt cockhead ram against the soft walls of your cervix. Instantaneously, your toes curl in pleasure, and your eyes roll into the back of your skull. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you let out a shuddering wail as your walls clamp down around him - almost painfully.

Without warning, Jimin’s pulsating cock swells inside of you, and with a deep roar, he begins cumming. Spurt after spurt of hot cum spills deep inside of your inner walls; Jimin painting your inner walls white with his essence. His cum is thick, and incredibly warm, and as you come down from your elated high, you relish in the feel of it flooding your stomach. Slowly, his cock turns flaccid, and you whine when the bulging thickness begins shrinking inside of you. Once he’s fully spent, he slowly begins pulling out of you.

The movement causes you to flinch, your raw cunt spasming with overstimulation as you feel his cock drag out of you. As soon as his cockhead pops out of your entrance, Jimin runs his nose against the back of your shoulder, and pressing a kiss to it, “Open your eyes and look at your cunt, Sweetheart,” he orders. Sluggishly, your eyes slip open before you lower your gaze to the juncture of your thighs.

Breath hitching in your throat, your eyes dilate at the sight. The previously taut muscles of your entrance are slightly parted open; the ringed flesh intermittently clamping around nothing. Thick trails of his gooey cum run out of your cunt and down onto the floor. Jimin’s teeth suddenly graze against your shoulder and, “See that? See how that tight little hole gapes? How you leak my cum? Such a pretty, ruined, cum-filled cunt,” he taunts.

Lazily, the hand on your clit dips further down your folds and towards your open entrance. A whine emanates from the back of your throat as you both watch, and feel, him press two fingers into you, the digits easily slipping into your battered entrance as he plays with his cum. Flinching at the intrusion, you weakly bat at his hand, an inarticulate sound of protest slipping from your mouth. Chuckling, Jimin pulls his hand away, and wiping his cum across your folds, he kisses the back of your neck.

Carefully, he brings your propped up leg back down, and you flinch at the stiffness in your muscles. So consumed by pleasure, you hadn’t even noticed the muscles begin to turn sore. The moment your knee is back down on the floor, your body slumps. In fact, you’re sure the only reason you don’t fall to the ground is thanks to Jimin’s body propping you up. Jimin lets out another throaty laugh, and wrapping his arms around your body, he pulls you flush against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and despite the concern in his voice, you can’t help but notice the faintest inkling of amusement.

For a moment, you simply heave for air - in an attempt to satisfy the burn in your throat - and once you’ve caught your breath, you nod. Swallowing thickly, you lubricate the dry muscles of your throat, and, “G-Good,” you verbalise. Another chuckle resounds through the air.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t look like you are,” he teases. Lips curling into a slight pout, you meekly smack his thigh. Though, still weakened from your orgasm, you’re sure he barely feels it.

“You’d be like this too if you’d been fucked as hard as I was,” comes your response, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You’ve got me there,” Jimin responds with a laugh. “Are you even going to be able to make it back to the dorms?” he asks, a teasing smile on his face.

You pause hearing his words. Then, pulling your lower lip between your teeth, “Oh… we can sleep here… if you want,” you whisper, your eyes dropping to stare at the floor.

Jimin raises an eyebrow at your sudden timidness, and for a moment, he can’t help but think how cute you are. Really, he’d just fucked you to kingdom come, and yet here you were, getting all embarrassed with asking him to share a bed with you. Nonetheless, he ignores your shyness. Instead, “There’s no bed here,” he deadpans.

Suddenly perking up, “Oh! This is the Room of Requirement. We can just ask for a bed. See,” you respond, gesturing your head to the side of the room. Tilting his head, Jimin watches in surprise as a bed suddenly materialises out of nothing. For a moment, he wants to question it, however, after a few short seconds, he simply brushes it off.

Instead, his arms tighten around your body, and carefully, using all his strength, he picks you up. He carries your limp body towards the bed, and with each step, you find your heart beating faster and faster. Eyes transfixed onto his face, you chew on your lip once again. His flesh is covered in a thin coating of perspiration, and the ends of his dark-pine locks are soaked with sweat. Still, however, he looks beautiful: his skin glistening under the low lighting of the room.

Getting to the bed, you feel Jimin lower your naked body onto the mattress. The instant you feel the heavy weight of the cotton sheets, your spine shudders. Not wasting a single moment, you quickly shuffle your body under the covers, your shoulders relaxing when your bare figure is once again hidden. Beside the bed, Jimin strips down to his boxers. Deft fingers undo the buttons of his white oxford, and once all are unfasted, you watch as he peels the sweat-soaked material off of his body, his toned muscles rippling under taut, honey-kissed skin.

Once his shirt is off, Jimin swiftly shimmies out of his slacks - the fabric pooling around his ankles. Unable to tear your eyes from him, you watch as he steps out of the article, his thick thighs bulging within the confines of his boxers. Which, speaking of, once again hides his cock. You have no idea when he’d tucked it away, but you can’t help but feel disappointed. Nonetheless, your displeasure doesn’t last long, because the moment he’s done stripping, Jimin walks to the other side of the bed, and crawls into the covers beside you.

Feeling the bed dip with his weight, you turn to him, and nervously smile at him. Jimin easily notices your bashfulness and freezing for a moment, he looks at you in concern. “If it’s too awkward to share a bed, we don’t have to,” he says. Quickly, you shake your head.

“No! It’s not that… it’s just… this is the first time I’ve shared a bed with someone,” you mumble out, your head ducking under the covers in embarrassment. A deep-bellied laugh resonates through the air, and you feel Jimin tug the covers down.

Squealing at the sudden movement, you attempt to hide once again. However, Jimin’s arms swiftly wrap around your bare waist, and in one smooth motion, he pulls you into his embrace. “I’ve already taken your first time. It’s only right that I take this first time too, then,” he jokes. Despite the lighthearted tone to his voice, you find your chest tightening.

The feel of Jimin’s warm skin pressing against your back has your shyness quickly fading, and instead, your body melts into his. Head pressed to his bare chest, you hear the steady beat of his heart. The rhythmic pulsing soothes your nerves, and involuntarily, a soft smile curls onto your lips. Thoughtlessly, you snuggle further into him, and reflexively, Jimin’s arm tightens around your waist; allowing you to search for a comfortable position. Once you find it, you still, before revelling in the tenderness of your actions.

Silence befalls the room, and for long, drawn out moments, you simply relish in them. That is, until you really process the intimacy of it all. In your current position, your naked chest is flush against Jimin’s, the soft swells of your breasts pressing against his own, muscular ones. One of Jimin’s hands lazily traces shapes onto the flesh of your hips, the other tucked under the pillow. Your face presses into the crook of his shoulder, the deep notes of sandalwood and bergamot intertwining with Jimin’s own natural scent.

Stiffening in his arms once again, butterflies flurry through your stomach. You’re not stupid. You know that realistically, just sleeping with each other, doesn’t mean that you’re together. If that was the case, Jimin was probably dating every single apprentice, not to mention a few mastership students, in Hogwarts. No, you have no real fantasies that this means anything to Jimin. And yet, as he holds you in his arms, you can’t help but let your mind wander.

Sensing your nervousness, Jimin flexes his arms. He bends his head, and brushes plump lips against your forehead. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice deep, and baritone.

“Nothing,” you quickly respond. Jimin simply lets out a deep exhale of amusement.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing,” he replies. Then, nudging your head with his nose, “Go on, tell me what’s on your mind,” he urges. Sucking in a sharp breath, you contemplate his words. For a few moments, you simply deliberate on whether or not you should say it. Or well really, ask him. You have no idea how he’ll react, and you know there’s a good chance he’ll simply laugh and wave you off. Nevertheless, this could be your only chance.

So, taking a deep, steadying breath, you gather all your courage, and, “Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?” you ask. The words rush out of your mouth in one single breath, and pulling away, Jimin regards you in surprise.

“Like… a date?” he clarifies, and bashfully, you nod your head. He doesn’t answer straight away. Instead, he simply watches you carefully, his features carefully passive. With each second that passes, you feel your courage and hope dwindle; mortification once again settling in your bones. Then, to your utter surprise, Jimin speaks.

“Sure,” he agrees. Eyes widening, your face shoots up as you gawk at him.

“Wait, really?” you stupidly ask. At your question, Jimin snorts.

“What? Did you not really want to go?” he asks, and despite the evident playfulness of his voice, you quickly shake your head.

“N-No. I just… didn’t expect you to agree,” you reply lamely. Jimin nods.

“Well, if I’m being honest, I’ve never really thought about it. Or you… like that,” he begins, and swiftly, you find yourself deflating. Sensing your upset, Jimin bends his head down and presses a kiss to your shoulder, “But, that was only because I didn’t really think we would be compatible… but after tonight… you’ve definitely piqued my interest, _____,” he continues.

Hope blooms through you once again, and against your will, you find a smile curling onto your lips, “Really?” you ask. Hearing the happy inflexion to your voice, Jimin can’t help but chuckle.

“Yes, really,” he replies. Then, a grinning wolfishly, he teasing grazes his teeth against your shoulder before biting down softly. The action causes you to gasp, and Jimin lets out a low growl. “Besides, I can’t wait to learn what else you saw in the mirror.” Instantly, your cheeks flush, and you let out a little whine.

“Stop teasing me,” you grumble.

Humming, “Nope,” Jimin replies, popping the ‘p’. “You’re too cute when you’re embarrassed for me to do that,” he explains.

You let out a little huff, and open your mouth to retort. Only to pause. Suddenly, a thought crosses your mind, and responsively, your eyebrows knit together. Curious as to what the mirror showed him, “What did you see?” you ask. A wicked smile curls onto Jimin’s face, his dark-pine hair hanging loosely in the air as he grins at you.

“Nothing,” comes his simple answer. Eyebrows creasing in confusion, you look at him in scepticism.

“Nothing?” you repeat, disbelief clearly laced in your voice. Jimin only hums in response. Bending his head down, he brushes his voluptuous lips against yours.

“The mirror shows you what your heart desires most. And in that moment, I had exactly what I desired,” comes his simple response. Instantaneously, a warm fuzziness flurries through your stomach; but as soon as it comes, it goes. Because, the next moment, Jimin is pulling you in for a deep kiss.

a/n: i hope y’all jimin fans are well fed, i know i’ve been starving y’all sjfjsjjfjdf anyway. this was super hard to write because i don’t see jimin sexually nor romantically so i struggled with it A LOT but 😭i hope i did it justice 😭 please don’t forget to lmk what you thought 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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