8.5: Exiled Series M.list

8.5: exiled 》 series m.list

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“Get off of her!” 

All eyes are on you as you shove a drunk guy off Mina. He's probably twice your size, but it doesn't matter. Her eyes widen as you take her by the arm and hide her behind you like a child. She almost trips over her own feet, but finds balance as Yuna catches her. Yuna stands behind Mina, keeping her in the middle. Automatically, Mina feels safe.

The man puts his hands up and feels all eyes shift to him. 

Poorly, he tries to take a step towards you. Glaring at him, you don’t back away. Yuna tugs your arm to do so, but you ignore her. Instead, you stay as you are. Why would you back down? Why should you be scared? The man chuckles, unable to process what’s happening. He slurs his words, “I was just trying to talk to her.”

You find his ignorance ridiculous. Coyly, you call him out. “Since when did 'trying to talk to her' involve your hands on her ass?” 

His crooked smile drops at your words. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Without much thought, you take a step towards him. Angrier than ever, you want to yell at his face, slap him, and tell him he’s a sad excuse of a man. You hate him. He boils your blood and you love the idea of swinging at him. It takes every ounce of strength for you not to.

It's not such a bad idea, right?

The moment you move your feet and raise your hand, Yuna calls for Taehyung. 

It's a little annoying how in moments like these, it’s difficult to deny that they just might be a match made in heaven. Like magic, Taehyung makes his way through the crowd and places himself in between you and the drunk man. 

Taehyung eyes the guy, steadily with an intimidating gaze. His tone is cold and irritated. He has never been the one to entertain drama—especially the kind that involves his friends. 

“You bothering my friends?” He asks. "I'd suggest you don't."

The man huffs at him before deciding this isn't worth it. He backs off, not bothering to look back or utter another word. The crowd parts for him as his friends help him out of the house. By the time he disappears, Taehyung yells: “Ayo, what the fuck is everyone on? Since when did we let creeps in? Since when do we let each other be treated like that?”

“Taehyung—”

“No, Yuna," Taehyung pauses only to raise his voice. "That was so fucking weird! Since when do we stand around and let them do stupid shit—“

“Tae,” Yuna grabs his arm, and she attempts to calm him. “Everyone is drunk. No one is going to listen to your speech. It’s okay. Nothing escalated and you came right on time.”

He has a difficult time accepting her words.

“Just because it’s okay this time doesn’t mean it’s okay next time,” he huffs. Yuna hushes him and pulls him in a hug. Taehyung rests his chin on top of her head and murmurs, “You’re okay, right? Did he touch you?” 

Yuna shakes her head and proceeds to tell Taehyung to relax. She explains that it wasn’t even her that needed the rescue—it was Mina. Though it was a concerning matter, Taehyung doesn’t care. He takes any and every opportunity to protect Yuna. To him, only Yuna mattered. He pouts, feeling sulky at the fact that she was almost caught in an uncomfortable situation. 

The two drift into their own world, leaving you and Mina. 

Turning to her, you ask, "Are you okay?"

Mina nods, taking a breath in. She can't believe all of that happened within 5 minutes. It was all so fast. Hastly, she answers you. "Y-yeah, I am. Thanks for that..."

Simply, you offer a small smile and nod. Just as you're about to take off and find Yuna, Mina reaches for your hand. You hesitate, not knowing what to do. Although that doesn’t matter, The alcohol in her system gives her confidence as she takes your hand and tugs you in for a hug. By now, it’s clear that her state is well past tipsy.

Mumbling, she reveals, “My friends would’ve just stood there. The last time something like this happened, Jungkook swooped in to save me—”

“Why do your friends just stand there?” you ask rather angrily. That's annoying. Shouldn't girls stick together? Shouldn't friends do more than let bad things happen? Mina's words make you upset and lead you to a protective point of view. You pull away and look at her sternly. “You need new friends.”

She laughs, trying to play it cool. “They’re just shy…”

“That’s no excuse,” you tell her. “If that shit happens again, text me. Yuna and I will come to your rescue. I literally hate it when guys are—”

“You’re nice,” she says softly. Mina says it like it's the newest discovery the world needs to know of. She says it like it's mindblowing. You can't help but crack a smile at her as she continues. “L-like, I knew you were nice… But this is your first time being nice to me.”

You pause for a second.

Were you intentionally mean to her? You never meant to be (aside from the blowjob thing). Seeing her alone and in distress makes you feel like the most horrible person in the entire world. You want to say sorry. You want to beg for forgiveness and hope for a reset with her.

Let's be real.

Rebuilding or restoring—whatever the fuck you need to do to fix things between you and Mina—can't happen overnight. No flowery words or protective action can make up for the strain in your potential friendship with her.

you opt for the most rational path.

Baby steps.

“I guess I just never had the opportunity to be your friend,” you almost stutter.

Your words catch her off guard. 

Mina blinks at you. “I thought you didn’t like me. Why would you be my friend?”

You chuckle, a little taken back by her honesty. “Who said I didn’t like you? Jungkook?”

She shakes her head profusely. “N-no… No one really.. I just assumed. And, speaking of which…. Let’s go this way.”

By now, the crowd had already forgotten and moved on from what had happened 5 minutes ago. Everyone takes their place, occupying the house, and leaving you and Mina no choice but to move out of the way. Even though she’s drunk and stumbling through the crowd, she remembers where she last saw Jungkook. 

As she leads you to the backyard, she pauses at the sliding door. Outside, you can see Jungkook sitting on the grass with a drink in his hand. Yuna and Taehyung are sitting on the patio deck, talking to each other and watching over Jungkook. 

“I don’t not like you,” you admit to her. Your wording is confusing, especially to a drunk girl trying to comprehend your attempt at warmth. “Not liking you… versus not liking the fact that you like Jungkook are two different things… I think I was insecure. I was immature about it. I didn’t mean to be mean. I’m sorry I was selfish. I’m sorry if it ruined what you and Jungkook had.”

“You’re sorry about ruining my one-sided romance with him?” Mina frets, holding back tears. 

With no words to give her, you stay quiet. 

Breaking the silence, she asks with a sad smile: “What if I still like Jungkook?” 

It would be a lie to say that her words didn’t frustrate you. Truth be told, the entire idea of her still being into him makes you feel uneasy. Given that your fight with Jungkook blew up at the mention of her name—it’s not easy to move past. 

But you figure… Maybe you should. Maybe pushing through all the insecurity, ache, and pettiness is what needs to be done. There are so many good things in life and friendship is one of those things. She doesn't need to be your best friend or anything—but maybe she could be a good friend. At least, someone you could wave at as you cross paths.

Playfully, you nudge her. She reacts just as playfully and helps you unlock the patio door. 

“Then I guess you’re right,” you laugh, trying to sound as lighthearted as possible. “I don’t like you at all.”

For the first time, Mina throws her head back and laughs for real. 

You join her and laugh a little harder. Her reaction makes you feel a sense of relief and in that, for a split second, it felt comfortable and easy between you two. Like you had been friends all along. Like there was no bad start. No bad blood. When your laughter dies down, Mina takes a deep breath and makes a final confession. 

“I really wanted to be your friend,” her teary eyes give in. She lets a tear roll down her cheek as she continues. Sniffing, she admits, “I really wanted you to like me… You’re so pretty and you and Yuna have this nonchalant bestie behaviour that I'm honestly jealous of—“

“You’re so pretty too,” you say in awe. You can't help but feel flattered at her words but also a little bad that her luck seems to be quite the opposite of yours. “Let's put a pin on your friends for now... You’re really drunk, babes.”

“I know!” she cries with a smile. Mina throws her hands in the air like an overdramatic child. You've always known her to be cute, but this was the cherry on top.

She's cute! You don't want to rip her head off too! Progress.

Sighing, you ask, “How are you gonna get home?”

Mina shrugs.  “Dunno. Friends ditched me.”

You frown. 

“I’ll get Yuna and Taehyung to take you home… Is that okay? I'd do it myself but I think Jungkook needs my attention right now. Also, I don’t really trust the people at this party around you.” 

For the second time tonight, your words touch Mina. 

Oddly enough, your concern for her only makes her even more sad. It only makes her even more angry at the universe. In a sick way, she wishes you were mean. If you were mean, maybe it would be easier hating you. Instead, your honesty with your words pushes her into a dilemma. Should she hate you out of spite? Should she like you just because of this one good moment? Does she give it all up and let her growing resentment go? 

You look at her fondly and her mind is made up. 

You were forgiven. 

“I get it,” she sniffs, as she makes the connections in her mind. You tilt your head at her, eyebrows knit together.

“Get what?”

“I get why Jungkook wants to be loved by you so bad."

Mina doesn't continue her sentence. Puzzled, you aren't sure if there was more to it. You aren't sure if she was just that drunk. You aren't sure what it even means... Regardless, you're thankful.

One thing about Jungkook is that he’s good at drinking. 

In every beer pong game, every drinking game, and ice challenge—he has never had an issue getting drunk. He always had fun too! Drinking was easy for him. At least, it was easy until you. 

Drinking and having feelings for you all at once is not his favourite mix. 

God, he hates this so much. 

It feels like no drink is enough. No amount of shots or refills in his red cup will ease how he feels. Every shot he takes, as he shuts his eyes and throws his head back, he dedicates to you. How could he not? You’re the reason he’s drinking so fucking much anyway. 

He can’t think straight anymore. There isn’t a single thought in his head that makes sense and even counting is difficult now. Jungkook doesn’t know how many drinks he’s had. He lost count of the amount of shots he took by himself and with others. At one point, he thought his alcohol was water and chugged it.

Then, when he realized it wasn’t water… He threw up on Taehyung.

But that was minutes ago. For a good 10 minutes, he was left alone outside in the dark. Oddly enough, it was the first time in two weeks that he didn’t feel alone. His usual emptiness wasn’t consuming him.

There’s a stillness under the night sky that simply gives him peace. It lasts for a good 10 seconds before he thinks of you again… Not that he hasn’t been thinking of you every second of every day for the past two weeks—right now, he’s really thinking of you.

He’s thinking of how you laugh a beat after the punchline is said. He’s thinking of how you always hesitate to hold his hand. He’s thinking about the way you always take Yuna’s side even when she’s clearly wrong. He’s thinking about how much he wished he could’ve been that stupid fucking perilla leaf because it meant being close to your lips.

Then, he lets himself laugh.

It’s silly, isn’t it? Aside from being jealous of Eunwoo, he was also jealous of the perilla leaf itself.

How fucking hilarious.

Then, it gets worse.

As he continues to think about you, he swears he can see you making your way to him. Your figure comes closer and closer. Jungkook rubs his eyes, not wanting this to be a dream. Could it be true? Is it really you? Why… How the fuck did you get here? When?

With Eunwoo?

Oh my god.

He feels like he might cry.

“Jungkook,” you rush over to him and take the red cup out of his hand. Without hesitation, you pour out the alcohol and then toss the cup aside. He isn’t sure how, but you have a water bottle. It appears like magic and you open it. You don’t bother exchanging words with him as you bring the water to his mouth and tilt it.

He takes three big gulps before turning his face away.

“You need to drink more water,” you say softly, moving in closer to him. He looks at you weirdly, still not processing that you’re actually beside him. 

It’s been so long since you’ve been this close to him.

It feels like a fever dream.

“___? A-are you really here?”

His voice cracks. He sounds unsure and almost afraid. As much as it breaks your heart, you force yourself to put on a brave face.

Nodding, you offer him a smile. “Yeah, it’s me,” you attempt to give him water again. He rejects. “Come on, Jungkook. You need to drink more water—”

He shakes his head, rejecting you. 

“Pookie—”

“Yah, ___!” Jungkook pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Don’t call me that. Fuck, ___. You should know when to stop.”

You blink at him. His harshness is difficult to be upset over. You can't blame him for feeling whatever he's feeling. It's valid. You've been an absolute idiot. Yet, your face can’t hide the disappointment you feel from being treated like that. 

Jungkook’s stern face suddenly drops. You’ve never seen such emotion. His lips twitch, as he tries to hold in his sobs. He hasn’t cried over you yet. In the span of the two weeks apart—he has just been avoiding his feelings. Avoiding you.

Now, here you are.

In front of him in all your heartbreaking glory and he can’t find it in himself to walk away. He can’t think of a single thing to say or do. Truth be told, he just wanted to look at you because holy shit.

He missed you so much.

“Seriously,” you press, “please… Just drink a little more water—”

Jungkook hits the water bottle out of your hand. It practically flies to the other side of the yard. You stand still, trying to keep yourself calm. It’s not like you were afraid of him or his temper—you’re afraid of what’s going to happen now.

His words.

“Do you honestly think I give a shit about water right now?” Jungkook growls. “Fucking think about it, ___.”

You take a breath in.

“What are you doing, Jungkook?”

Silence.

You continue, “Why are you drinking so much?”

He stares at you with a blank expression. 

Fine. 

You can’t help yourself by saying something that you know will bring out a reaction from him. “Jungkook, why’d you ask for a break?”

The most that happens is that he squints at you. He remains silent. 

Sighing, you make one last attempt. “I’m not good at this, okay? Tell me what to do and I’ll—”

“Say sorry.”

Immediately, you do so. You apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“Tell me you have feelings for me too.”

That’s when you notice his fists are all curled up and his chest rises dramatically from taking deep breaths. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He lowers his gaze, searching for your eyes. Then, Jungkook snaps. He can’t hold it in any longer. There are too many questions flooding his mind and at this point—ruining his life.

“Tell me you hate me then,” he insists. “___, tell me it’s my fault. Please. I’m begging you. Tell me I’ve been delusional about everything going on between us and that I had no right to act like a wuss over a fucking perilla leaf because I don’t mean shit to you. Tell me, ___, w-why don’t you wa-want m-me?”

His voice betrays him. It cracks as his words spill his sadness. A small sob, followed by a real one, escapes his lips. He buries his face into his hands as his shoulders shake from his cries. 

Jungkook is a mess.

He is mindlessly drunk and completely heartbroken. You reach out for him, but he shakes you off. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? When you’re not crying or this drunk—please, Jungkook. I’m begging you.”

“No! It’s no use.” Jungkook begins to sob even harder. He clenches the left side of his shirt, where his heart is, and hits it once, twice, and then a third time. It’s breaking and in no time, his heart will turn into stardust. He knows it. Even so, he cries like his words are his dying wish. “I like you so much my chest hurts. My words lose meaning because there is no way for me to explain that the answer doesn’t change—it’s always the same fucking answer to the stupidest goddamn question—oh my god, ___! I can’t keep pretending anymore—it hurts so bad. Being with you hurts so bad… Being without you is death. I felt like I was dying."

“Breathe,” you plead, as you search for his eyes. “Jungkook, take a minute.”

It’s devastating.

Jungkook is in complete agony and you don’t know what to say or do to ease his pain. If you say what he wants to hear—will that fix everything? Will he stop crying? Will he accuse you of lying? You don’t know. All you know is that it feels like the sky is falling.

“I think I’ve had feelings for you since the first time I’ve ever made you laugh… And I miss that, ___. I miss making you laugh.” In a sad attempt to compose himself, he reaches for your hand. You let him take it. What else can you do when the guy you’re falling for is falling apart in front of you? You let him take your fucking hand. You hold his hand tight and bite your tongue from letting your stupid words ruin this moment. 

“I remember it, y-you know?” he sniffs, trying to catch his breath. “B-but I don’t remember the joke I told you. In all honesty, I was too busy looking at you. Like, when I made you laugh, your eyes smiled before your lips did… A-and I remember my heart skipping a beat b-because it never did that before.” 

His confession moves you. 

Although, your heart feels conflicted. You don't even remember the first time he's made you laugh. He always makes you laugh. It’s flattering to find out how deeply he felt for you, but it is also extremely heartbreaking watching him go through this. It hurts you much deeper than you’re expressing. You feel frozen and it’s not by choice.

All you manage to say is; “slow down.” 

He does.

This was harder than he thought it would be. Not that ever thought confessing his feelings to you would be easy—he just never thought it would be like this. Drunk. Crying. Already brokenhearted before his actual confession.

He wanted it to happen better than this. He wanted it to happen lovingly, not desperately. If he had it his way, it should’ve happened at the party. 

He should’ve taken your hand as you walked down the stairs together. He should have asked you out as you two got dressed. Jungkook regrets it so much. If he had more time—if Eunwoo had never shown up… Maybe you two would have been together tonight. Maybe he would’ve been happy. 

Instead, he was downing shot glasses of tears and drunk in love. 

Jungkook turns away from you and tries to focus on his breathing. As he catches his breath, you gather your thoughts. You don’t want to lose him. You don’t want him to think that you’re okay with everything that’s going on—you’re not. You have feelings for him, sure, but you aren’t sure if they’re as deep as his… At least, that’s what you think. Then, that’s when it hits you.

They are, aren’t they? 

If they weren’t, you wouldn’t be here right now. You wouldn’t be holding his hand like a fucking bitch. 

Your feelings are just as deep as his. That’s why you’re here, holding his hand, and wanting to talk things through sober. You want it to mean more than a drunken confession. You want him to mean more than what you’ve been downplaying him to be. As you process these thoughts, he lets go of your hands. He takes a few steps away from you and paces back and forth. As much as he hates to do this, Jungkook draws the boundary.

“Do you even think about me?” He asks with a slightly irritated tone. “Because it feels like you don’t. You never texted me once—”

“You asked for the break.” Unintentionally, you say it like a smartass. 

He huffs at you. “Still. You should have texted—”

“Are you actually mad at me, Jungkook? Or are you upset that—”

“I miss you. Every day that passed, I missed you so much. You didn’t even text. You didn’t even hold your gaze when I caught you staring at me… And I had to play it cool, ___. I had to act like I wasn’t fucking dying inside. I’ve been so miserable—and you knew it. You must have known it because the happiest I’ve ever been has only been with you.” Jungkook’s mind spins faster and faster. He has to get all these words out. They’ve clogged up his mind and he’s so sick of it. 

He’s tired of this. How much longer could he live like this? How much longer does he have to wait for your heart to choose him?

“I waited for your text,” he whimpers. “I have waited for you every day. Over and over again. Day after day—and I c-can’t—” Jungkook pauses to compose his final words. “I did it all alone. I caught feelings by myself. I waited all by myself.”

“Jungkook—”

“I got ahead of myself.” 

You can't believe how foolish he sounds. How the only he got ahead of were your words. Honestly, you can't blame him. All you can really do is let him cry. Then, without warning, he begins to storm away.

You run after him.

Before he knows it, you wrap your arms around his torso. Hugging him from the back, you hold him tight. Jungkook is startled and completely moved. He wants to turn around and melt in your embrace... But for some reason, he can't do it. He can't give in this time. He can't stay and wait for you to fucking get it together. That's why, he does it. It's like he takes hold of the knife stabbed into your heart and pulls it out.

Then, you're left there bleeding as he tears away from your grasp.

For the first time, you watch him walk away. As he enters the house and you're left all alone, you try to rationalize everything in your head... But you can't.

You've been exiled.

your cursed thoughts

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: halloween au ; crack au; sm au

summary: in which y/n and jungkook accidentally get cursed and start hearing each other thoughts. however these two have no idea they can hear each other and think they're being haunted by the same ghost.

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one. CURSED

two. suspicious invitation

three. demons on my brain

four. ugly thoughts

five. probably possessed

six. scary behavior

seven. JUNGKOOK??

eight. tucked in

nine. emo ghost

ten. lovely demons

eleven. domesticated ghost

twelve. demonic thoughts

thirteen. unknown language

fourteen. haunted house

fifteen. scary smooches

sixteen. ACTUAL ghost

seventeen. exorcism behavior

eighteen. YOUR cursed thoughts

nineteen. unknown confessions

twenty. double brains

twenty one. creepy presence

twenty two. fake roomies

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What do you do when your boyfriend doesn't pay any attention to you?

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Brat Tamer!Jungkook, kinda himbo!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst [Tags will be different for every part!]

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Jungkook was afraid of this. 

From the moment he first made you laugh—oh, he knew he was fucked. Something inside him twisted and turned until his mind found ease from your very touch. Then, suddenly and all at once, every fiber in his body surrendered. Though he didn’t do the best job, he still tried. He tried his best to resist you and the feelings his heart felt. As his heart found rest with yours—it was then he realized that it was no use.

He was addicted to you. 

It’s like he’s a child all over again, tasting his favourite chocolate bar for the first time. It’s like he’s a timid high schooler trying weed and getting so high, that he’s already making plans to do this again tomorrow. Or, it’s like he’s a man falling in love for the first time. 

For real. 

No bullshit, just the plain and boring truth. No, he wasn’t only addicted to you… Jungkook is falling in love with—

“Cute room.” You step into his room and shut the door behind you. The room is dim, only lit with his warm lamp light and a few candles placed around. It looked romantic and for some reason, it did not scare you. If anything, it entices you. 

He was so thoughtful. 

Before you can look around any further, you feel Jungkook’s body embrace yours. He wraps himself around you, holding you tight by your waist and digging his face into the crook of your neck. He kisses you behind your ear, causing you to giggle from the ticklish feeling. At this moment, you take in the scent of his freshly washed hair.

Is it odd to say this has to be one of your favourite scents? You’ve grown to like it. If anything, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed when you see him and his hair isn’t a little damp. Something about him being freshly showered makes your heart race. His damp hair is a symbol of his priorities… And that priority is you. Not to mention, wet hair has got to be the most romantic look any boy could have… You’ve always told yourself that as a child. Now, here you are: standing in a room with a damp-haired boy clinging to you. 

Nothing makes you happier than this. 

“I think Yuna saw me—mmfphh,” your words are interrupted by Jungkook’s lips. He greets you with a peck before continuing to kiss you like it’s his last dying wish. 

His hands find their way to your hair, cupping your jaw as you kiss him back. Your lips sync together as if it’s been a lifetime since you two last did this.

Only it wasn’t—it hasn’t been.

It feels like it though. 

“Miss me much?” you ask, breaking away from the intense kiss. He leans his forehead against yours, wasting no time and letting his hands travel inside your shirt. You feel his fingers trace over your bra, quickly finding the clasp and undoing it with his one hand.

Impressive, you must admit.

Should you be mad at that? 

Jungkook smirks, “fuck around and find out.”

A small laugh escapes your lips as you raise your arms. He lifts your shirt over your head, leaving your top exposed. Your bra is barely hanging on and Jungkook can’t keep his eyes off your breasts. 

“How about a hi first?”

“Hi ___,” he obliges. Then, he taps his fingers together, bringing them close to his lips. Like a menace, he grins. “Well, well, well… What do we have here?” 

Playfully, you roll your eyes at him and respond by taking the bra off yourself. You fling it at his face, just enough for it to land perfectly on top of his hair. One cup covers his face and he takes a breath in. 

“Smells like you.”

“Smells like my boob sweat, you pervert.”

He takes the bra off from his face and licks his lips at the sight of your bare chest. “I can keep it in my pants… You on the other hand… A few nights ago? Drunk? You were coming on to me. Hard.”

You huff. “I was drunk.”

“You also said you’d hold my hand… Without arguing with me.”

“What? That doesn’t count. I was drunk.” Your words come out fast. It almost sounds defensive and harsh. “Jungkook, I was drunk.”

“Oh, I know.” He shrugs, taking the high road. “No need to be so uptight about it. It’s okay to hold hands, you know? The same way it’s okay to be obsessed with me, baby… This is a safe space.” 

The audacity! More than that, you wince at the pet name. “Who the fuck is baby?”

Jungkook ignores your question and takes a step closer to you. As he does so, he takes his shirt off. He then tosses his shirt to the side of his room where his laundry hamper is. As you turn your attention back to him, your eyes fall on his pelvis area as he begins to undo his pants. Then, he pauses when he notices your gaze. 

“Do it for me.”

You raise a brow. 

“Pardon?”

“Take my pants off,” he points at the floor. “Get on your knees and take my pants off.”

For a split second, you hesitate. Earlier tonight, as you made your way over, you thought about what kind of mood he must’ve been in. You’ve seen Jungkook happy, irritated, tired, and even hangry… But horny in a needy and demanding way? Boarder-line desperate? Never. His doe eyes and goofy attitude can’t fool you… You’ve wondered about this. 

You’ve waited for this side of him. 

Perhaps it was your curiosity that answered for you because, without breaking eye contact, you fell to your knees. Jungkook’s gaze lowers as you bring your hands to his crotch. You palm him, feeling his cock and gulping at how hard it already was. Faintly, you hear him snicker at your submissiveness. 

He likes this. 

Slowly, you undo his pants and tug them down. In his Calvins, his raging boner greets you. Just as you slip your thumbs in between the fabric to pull them down, Jungkook grabs your wrists and pulls you to stand up. You follow his lead, confused. 

“I thought I was going to—”

Jungkook undoes your cargo pants buttons and tugs them down. He gives you no warning as he licks his thumb and slips his hand inside your panties. You feel his wet thumb rubbing your clit. Your breath hitches as he draws circles and then adds another finger into the mix. He deepens his rubbing, slowly but surely dragging his fingers around your folds. Jungkook then shifts his hand placement, quickly inserting a finger inside of you. The shock sends shivers down your spine and completely takes your focus. He adds another finger and it earns a lewd moan from you. 

“Ooh my god—”

Then, he stops. 

He takes his fingers out and examines the wetness. Your eyebrows furrow together, completely unsure of the pace he’s going at. How long would this last? Why couldn’t he just continue?

“Sorry, were you enjoying that?” Jungkook asks innocently.

It’s official: you hate him.

Dumbfounded, you shoot him a glare. “Maybe I was. Who knows? I wasn’t finished.”

Jungkook exchanges with laughter. “Finished? Five minutes in? Pookie, you give me way too much credit.”

You stick your tongue out at him, annoyed at how cocky he is. Truth be told, this suited him. The nasty comments and the edging… It feels like this should’ve happened before. It’s hard to explain but he just looks so comfortable with control. In a more unexplainable way—you can’t help but feel comfortable with it.

“Come on,” he nods towards the bed. “If you wanna finish, you should do it sitting on my face.”

His words make your tummy flip. Was he serious? The texts he sent prior to this.. You were so sure it was all talk. The most you expected was a quickie and a few nasty exchanges… But this? You don’t know what to think.

Jungkook lays on his bed first, gesturing you to follow. 

“Are you serious?”

With a flat tone, he answers: “Why would I joke about this?”

To be completely honest, he was a little offended you weren’t taking him seriously. Of course, he’s serious about eating you out. This was no joke to him.

Crossing your arms, you look at him in disbelief. “You want to do everything you texted me? Jungkook, there are people downstairs. Our friends are downstairs and—”

“I know,” he groans. “That’s why you need to shut the fuck up and sit on my face already. The longer we take, the more they will wonder where you are. Didn’t you say Yuna saw you come up here?”

“Y-yeah,” you recall. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”

He hits his bed with his fist like a child. “Why do you always deprive me?”

You gasp at his dramatic question. “Deprive you? It’s just my body, Jungkook. Do you crave pussy this bad?”

Tilting his head, he looks at you softly. “You,” he breathes. “I crave you.”

A silence falls between you two, followed by a heavy sigh. 

“Look, I’m never going to make you do things with me if you don’t want to. I’m only demanding tonight because I just—I really need you right now. If you want to go downstairs and find Yuna, go ahead. We can do this another time… I just thought you missed me just as much as I missed you.”

“Gaslighter.”

He chuckles, attempting to hide the smile on his face as you get on the bed. Moving closer to him, he watches your hands roam from his abdomen to his jaw. Placing chante kisses on him, he stutters his words. “I’m s-serious. It’s fine. It’s just pussy.”

“But it’s my pussy.”

“True,” Jungkook agrees, leaning back and watching you place yourself on his thigh. “So fucking true, pookie.”

You lean in to kiss him. His lips chase yours when you pull away, only to grind your hips. He feels your wet pussy on his thigh and he feels like he could choke on air. It’s torture watching you throw your head back at the sensation. You can’t help but embrace the feeling of relief.

“You’re not finishing on my thigh,” he mutters, placing his hands on your waist. He lifts you just enough for you to get off. Laughing, he squiggles down the bed so you have more space. Before you know it, you’re making yourself comfortable on his face. As you straddle yourself on, you make a confession.

“W-wait, I’m scared! I don’t want to suffocate you—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jungkook snaps, unable to watch his tone. “This is literally all I’ve ever wanted so you need to shut the fuck up and let me have this.”

“Okay, okay,” you snicker lightly, as you sink into his face. “But seriously! I don’t want to crush—“

You don’t even finish your sentence. You’re cut off by the feeling of Jungkook’s hot breath against your pussy. Then, you feel his nose against your clit and the texture of his tongue brush against your folds. The feeling shocks you, causing you to lift yourself out of reflex. Just as quickly, Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you to stay. 

“J-Jungkook, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. You can and you will, got it?” he hisses. “Hold the fucking headboard if you need to. You aren’t going anywhere until your cum is on my tongue.”

You do as he says.

You lean forward, grabbing a hold of his headboard for support. 

Just as those thoughts immerse your mind, you feel him dragging his tongue across your folds. It begins slow and soft. It feels like kitten licks and if the word cute was a feeling… This was it. Then, he flicks his tongue and it’s everything but cute from here on out. You want to jolt, but you keep what Jungkook said to you in mind. Besides, there is no place in the world you would rather be at than here. Jungkook eats you out like he’s a starved man. He doesn’t miss an inch of your pussy and tightens his grip around your thighs each time your body twitches. 

Biting your bottom lip, you hold in your moan. 

He feels so good. His tongue against your wet pussy feels so fucking good—it’s almost comical how you were so hesitant to do this. Soon enough, you let go of the headboard and search for his hands. Like second nature, you and Jungkook intertwine your fingers together and finally, you close your eyes and give in. 

You can have this.

You can have him.

“Y-you feel so good,” you confess shyly. “You make me feel so good.”

Jungkook smiles against your pussy as you begin to roll your hips against his face. He knew it would take some time, but you’d eventually come around. No pun intended. 

“C-close,” you utter in between heavy exhales. “Jungkook—I’m close! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

You hold his hand tighter and push your weight on him harder. You feel him quicken the pace as he licks you and—holy shit.

Are those stars?

You cum.

Messy, wet, and hard. 

Jungkook moans against your pussy, taking a moment to bite your inner thigh. Your legs practically shake, causing you to completely rest your weight on his face. After a few moments, you gather whatever energy you have left and shift your position. You turn your body around and line yourself with his cock. Jungkook stretches his neck out to figure out what you’re doing. Before he can comment, your lips are already placing kisses on his dick. Your fingers dig into his Calvins and pull them off. 

“W-what are you doing?” He asks, voice shaking from anticipation. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what you were doing—he just couldn’t believe it. He’s so fucking lucky. 

“34 plus 35! Do the math,” you tease. “Keep it up, okay?”

Jungkook laughs, pinching your ass in response. “Keep up with me then.”

“Is that a challenge?”

He rubs the spot he pinched your ass and shakes his head. “I already have one point… Doubt you’re gonna catch up.”

“You could nut twice,” you suggest. Then you turn your head and shake your ass in his face. “For me? So we’re even.”

Jungkook bites his lips. “Then it wouldn’t be a completion.”

“I hate losing.”

“So do I.” Jungkook then wastes no time. He digs himself in you again, flicking his tongue at all the right times and places. 

You groan, hating how much you love this. You try to focus. After pumping him a few times, you stuff his cock in your mouth. Moaning from how thick he is, you suck him off. Your cheeks begin to feel a little sore after a few minutes, but by then his dick is up. He’s as hard as can be and you can even feel his veins come out more and more. Every time you pull his cock out, you make sure to be as loud as you can. The pop sound makes Jungkook’s blood rush to his dick and the way you suck him so sloppy and hard only reminds him of the time you did this in his car. That night, Jungkook had never felt more attracted to you. 

Your jealousy had consumed his every thought for days after. 

Just like that, Jungkook’s stomach twitches. He feels a rush and it goes straight from his dick and out.

Like a loser, Jungkook cums and whimpers loudly. 

“F-fuck yes. Holy shit, ___.. Just like that… Mhmm,” his breath hitches. “Fuck!”

Lips pressed against his dick, you let his cum spill on your face. Mostly, it hits your nose bridge and your upper lip. You shift off of Jungkook and kneel in front of him. He gulps, watching you with longing eyes. You stick your tongue out, bring your fingers to where his cum landed and taste it. You lick your lips and swallow with a cute moan. 

“Yummy.”

He hisses, and immediately takes you by the waist. You giggle, unable to stop it from becoming a laugh. “Did that turn you on, pookie?”

Jungkook glares at you, swiping a bit of his cum with his thumb. Without warning, he then shoves his thumb into your mouth. As you suck, he cups the rest of his hand around your jaw and ravishes at your beauty. 

A layer of sweat makes you shine, and the strands of your hair on your forehead never made you look so beautiful to him before. Your lips are perfect—puffy and tainted with his cum. Your eyes—god, your eyes… They’re smiling at him and he swears he has never felt his heart flutter like this ever. 

As you sit on top of his dick, you roll your hips against it. When you do this, both of you watch it happen. You lean back, planting your hands on each side of his legs. Jungkook watches as your folds drag and split open against his cock. You can’t help but let out hitched breathes as you take in the feeling of his member. How his veins feel against you. How his soft skin feels as you soak it with your wetness.. All of it. 

All of him. 

“You like that, hmm? You like grinding on my cock with your pussy all wet?” He pries, turning up his dirty talk. “Come on, baby… You know how I like it, right? Why don’t you be a good girl and put it in? Sink into it like the little cockslut you are… For me?”

You moan, hissing his name. “Jungkook, shut the fuck up. Just enjoy this.”

As punishment, you rub yourself on him harder. Each roll of your hips has more pressure and his dick feels like it’s going to explore. He watches, hating you more and more as his head turns red. You hump his cock, moaning at the sensation.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook whines. “I’m not gonna last even if you ride me.”

“Loser.”

He chuckles, too lazy to put up a fight. “Let’s go doggy, please.”

You think about it. “Beg for it.”

“Very funny.” Jungkook doesn’t wait for your response. He tosses you over and gets on his knees. You arch your back and get taken aback when Jungkook swiftly places a pillow under your stomach. You turn back to give him a confused look. 

“You might cramp.” 

Huffing, you bite back. “I won’t cramp. You’re gonna nut before I cramp.”

He rolls his eyes at you and tells you to shut up. You bite your bottom lip, even more excited and eager to feel him. Doggy style isn’t your favourite… But for some reason, it feels hot. Doing this with Jungkook makes your mind spin and you aren’t sure if your playful remarks are masking how nervous you are. Underneath your teasing, you have no idea how you’re doing or saying any of these things. How are you even doing this with him right now? It’s fucking wild. 

“Gonna put it in now,” Jungkook’s voice sounds a little parched at this point. “If you cream my dick, can I film it?”

His question catches you by surprise.

“Your face wouldn’t be in it… And y-you don’t even have to say yes. I just… I miss you sometimes and I think about fucking you a lot so a video would be—”

“I trust you,” you say, flipping to face him. “Honestly? I’ll film a bit of it. Bet it’ll get you off in the future.” Then, you reach over his nightstand and swipe on his phone to the camera icon. You hold it and press record. Jungkook smirks and you zoom into his face. 

“Cute,” you laugh. 

Again, Jungkook rolls his eyes but loves every moment of this. You go back on all fours and hold the camera out. It captures half of your face, a bit of your boobs, and your ass. Jungkook places himself at your rear. You watch from the screen as Jungkook spits on his dick before he pushes himself inside you. He thrusts a few times before you let out a moan. 

You bite your lip for the camera and let a giggle escape in between Jungkook’s thrusts. His breathing gets heavy as he picks up the pace and fucks you harder. 

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper. 

“Louder,” he commands as he fucks you. You close your eyes, taking in how good he feels inside you. He’s throbbing. He’s so fucking big.

“Oh my god, Jungkook! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder! Please, please, please!”

“Say my name,” Jungkook growls. “Say it louder.” 

“Fuck me,” you ignore his request. “You’re so big. I’m so fucking lucky. I love it. I love your cock so much!”

He slaps your ass. 

“Say my fucking name.” Jungkook pushes himself deeper into you, taking his time doing so. You hate how slow it feels now. “Whose making you feel this way? You’re so wet taking my cock in. Don’t be a bad girl… Are you a bad girl?”

“N-no,” you cry, feeling each thrust intensify.

“What are you then? My little slut? My fucking cock hungry slut? You won’t even say my name… You’re just a dirty bad girl. Fucking disrespectful at this point.”

“No, I’m not!” you feel tears begin to jerk in. “I love your cock too much to disrespect it—I,” you catch your breath, “I’m not a dirty bad girl!”

“What are you then? Because if you were a good girl, you’d say my fucking name… Say it. Be a good girl and say whose fucking cock you’re going to cream.”

“J-Jungkook!”

“Louder.” He pauses, leaving his cock to twitch inside you. 

“Please… Fuck me so good I cream your cock…”

“No. My name. Say my fucking name—”

“Oh my god, Jungkook!”

He smirks.  

Jungkook loves this so much. It does more than feed his ego—it ignites it.

He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way you call for him and how soft your tone gets when the sentence gets to his name. He absolutely fucking loves it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you sob as he continues to fuck you. He fucks you rough, sloppy, and messy. You feel his dick slip in and out so easily that the friction is pure pleasure. 

“Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook,” you chant. “I’m not a good girl—I’m just…”

“You’re what?”

“I’m your girl,” you exhale. “R-right?”

Jungkook loses it. 

He fucking loses his mind.

Hastly, he leans over and grabs your tits. He fucks himself into you more and more, while biting your ear and kissing your neck. You moan and whimper, watching how hot it all looks on camera. Jungkook then rides his orgasm, not leaving you behind. He takes his phone from your hands and begins to film himself fucking you. The camera captures his dick going in and out of your pussy. How your ass bounces each time it hits his pelvis. It captures his breathy moans and his hushed, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

“J-Jungkook—I’m gonna cum! Oh my god, oh my god.”

And you do.

You cream his dick. As he pulls in and out of you, the camera catches your creamy release on his dick. 

It doesn’t take much after that. He isn’t sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or the fact that your brain is all fucked out by now—it doesn’t matter. The words that escaped your lips were enough. Jungkook cums hard and loud. He groans, hissing as he spills himself. You gasp when you feel his cock pull out of you harshly. Jungkook slips his one hand under you and flips you on your back. As you lay there, you watch as he pumps himself. He then aims his squirts of cum at your tits, and films as they land over your nipples. His breath is shakey from the relief and tiresome act and yours is the same. Except, you can’t help but let out a lewd giggle. 

Holy fuck, this was such a workout.

Like earlier, you take your finger and swipe some of his cum off your breast. Bringing it to your lips, you lick it and smile sweetly at him. He chuckles as he films it and you laugh. Really, you laugh for real. Then he laughs and offers you high-5. 

You laugh even harder, especially as you recall this being your reward. Even though it’s childish, you accept his gesture and feel special. Slamming your hand onto his, you lock them together and tug him towards you. He ends the recording just before he collapses on you. 

After all that, finally, you two share a kiss. 

A deep, soft, and much-needed kiss. 

The addiction to you was no different than an adrenaline junkie getting ready to jump off a cliff. No, there was no turning back. 

Your lips were addictive. The sweetness of everything your body would give him—it was like a fucking reward. Every saliva exchange, every drip from your pussy, to every tear shed while he digs himself deeper and deeper into you… He wants them all. 

As sick as it sounds, he’d lick it all up just to have you in him even more. Just to be close to you. Just to be closer. 

Every inch of you, he wants to devour. 

Like a starved man, he’d fall to his knees and beg for an ounce of kindness. A chance to satisfy you—a simple kiss, deepened by the second. Hands intertwined as you spread your legs for him as he places himself in between. 

As he leans his forehead against yours, he sneaks in a few pecks. “I can’t believe we have a sex tape.”

You roll your eyes. “Perv.” 

“You consented,” he sings happily. “Do you want me to delete it?”

You shake your head as he makes himself comfortable. “No… Send it to me later though. I miss you sometimes too.” 

A hearty chuckle escapes his lips as he snuggles into your embrace. You wrap your arms around him. Jungkook digs his face into his favourite spot—aside from your pussy—the cook of your neck. 

Sometimes. 

You miss him sometimes?

That’s a funny way of saying always. 

The muffled sound of music blasting downstairs and people chatting becomes evident. Yet, you two stay silent. Laying together, fingers and legs intertwined. Naked. 

When was it ever this easy? Why did this feel so right? Being with Jungkook has never been difficult—but when was it like this? When did things change? The sudden realization of the words you said while you two were intimate hit you. Were you really his girl? Did you want to be? Would he accept you if you asked?

Not only that but—when did you… When has it…

When did this begin?

These feelings.

There’s a tightness in your chest you can’t explain. Something that has been around for a while now. Long enough that you don’t remember when it first occurred and began to glow whenever he was around. What the fuck is up with that? 

As he fucked you tonight, that’s all you felt. Your heart was glowing. The closeness with him—regardless of how nasty—it was so special. It felt so good and like nothing you’ve ever felt. As you trace random things on his back with your nails, you hear him murmur, “mhmm… Yup. I love it when you do this, ___.”

It startles you.

When did you begin doing this? Being so intimate with him? Scratching his back, drawing hearts with your fingernails… When did this all happen? He says it like this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. Then, it gets hot. Suddenly, you notice how sweaty you two are and how it’s way too comfortable in his bed with him. You sit yourself up, causing him to follow. 

“I’m glad you came.”

“Pun intended?”

Jungkook pinches your cheeks and presses a kiss on your nose. “Whatever you want.”

You shove him away and get up from his bed. At least, you attempt to. 

Your legs feel shaky. He quickly holds you by the waist and catches your stumble. Looking up at him, you huff. “Look at what you did!”

“What?” he panics. 

“Jungkook, I can’t fucking walk!” You begin to freak out. “How am I supposed to go downstairs and act normal? Yuna is gonna ask so many questions and—”

“Relax,” Jungkook sets you down on his bed. “I got you.”

You sit and pout as he heads to his bathroom. When he returns, he has a black shirt and pants on. He holds a damp towel and collects your clothes off the floor. Jungkook kneels in front of you and begins to pat wipe your sweaty skin. First, your forehead, neck, and then he uses a face towel to wipe his cum off your breast. Then, he continues to pat dry your arms and in between your legs. 

Without exchanging words, he helps dress you. The entire time, he was careful and used a soft tone whenever he did speak. For the most part, he just looked at you lovingly. That look in his eyes… You know in your heart you will never forget. 

When you’re all dressed, a good enough time has passed for you to recover. Not fully, but just enough. Jungkook helps you get up and you hiss at the initial soreness. 

“Round two?” 

You hit his chest and roll your eyes. “You’re fucking insane, you know that?”

“Insanely hot?”

“Whatever you want.”

He isn’t sure what to do. 

You laugh it off, but he doesn’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know how. As you two look into each other's eyes, he feels his heart race. 

He should just say it, right? It’s easy. 

Spit it out.

___, do you want to go out with me?

Or should he do a whole confession?

___, we’ve been doing this for a while now… And I think I’ve grown an unhealthy attachment to you. I miss you when I’m not with you. When I’m with you, I never want the moment to end. Being close to you has to be my favourite part of living. 

But when he opens his mouth to speak—

“Should we go downstairs? I need water.” 

He blinks. 

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook reaches for the door. Then, as he turns the door knob, he stops himself. “One more kiss, please.”

Without a fight, you tiptoe and kiss him. Smiling into the kiss, he leans more into it and gropes your ass. You hit his chest playfully, signaling him to pull away. With great sadness, he does so. 

“I’ll go out first.”

Your words cut him deeper than a knife. 

Right.

You two aren’t dating.

You two are just fucking—in secret, at that. 

“Why can’t we leave together?” he asks, sounding a little desperate. “You said it yourself. You don’t really care if people know or not… I doubt anyone will even care.”

Shrugging, you nod. “Sure,” you answer him. “I’m not trying to hide us or anything… I just don’t really want to be questioned… But, considering I can’t really walk right now…”

He laughs, feeling like he saved himself from sadness. 

“Can we hold hands?”

You give him a face. “Don’t push it.”

“But you said—”

“I was drunk!”

Jungkook laughs, as he opens the door. Stepping out together, he locks his bedroom door as you continue bantering. Pushing past everyone in the hall, he can’t help but feel a sense of relief. 

It was a small thing. Leaving the room together and even suggesting to hold hands—it was a long shot but here he was.

With you.

Lingering fingertips and all. 

As you two head down the stairs, you’re immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies. Jungkook leans into your ear and whispers, “ahh… See? We’re blending right in.” 

He’s talking about smelling like sweaty sex. 

You bring your hands to your face, covering yourself and the shyness that rushes to your cheeks. He laughs and you hit his chest for the nth time tonight. 

“Why are you covering your face? It’s like I didn’t just see you naked. Like I didn’t fuck you—”

“Oh my god!” you cover his mouth and look around to see if anyone heard what he said so bluntly. “I know I said I don’t care if people knew but can you relax? Don’t be so proud you fucked me.”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Jungkook says sincerely. “Do you have any idea how admired you are?”

“So I’m a prize?” you laugh. “What a joke.”

Jungkook gawks at you. 

“Do you have any idea how hard I’d try to win you if this was the fucking hunger games? I’d die for you.”

You snort. “Did you even read the series—”

“No,” he snickers. “But you get what I mean, right?”

“Not really…” you trail, turning your head in an attempt to avoid eye contact. You aren’t too sure where this conversation was heading and perhaps you aren’t ready for whatever he has to say next. “Can we—”

“I won’t get all gushy and all because you’re going to get all self-conscious and then retort by saying I have post-sex feelings—but just know you’re it. The standard. A prize. Endgame.. All of it. You’re it.”

Too stunned to speak, your lips curve into a small smile. “Jungkook—”

“___!”

You and Jungkook turn your heads and see Yuna approaching with Taehyung. She smiles brightly, practically throwing herself at you. You catch her, hug her, and tilt your head in confusion as Taehyung whispers something in Jungkook’s ear. 

Jungkook lowers his gaze at you, gulping as Taehyung finishes his exchange and steps away. Then, Taehyung offers you a short lived smile. 

“Hey, ___. How are you?” Taehyung’s voice is calm and sweet… It’s so opposite from how suspicious he’s acting.

“Good…” you say with your eyebrow raised. “What’s going on?”

Yuna tugs on your arm. “Nothing!” She sneers at Taehyung and gives him a warning look. “Way to be discrete.”

“You said to follow your lead! You aren’t doing much so I—”

“You’re the worst partner in crime ever!” Yuna scolds him.

You shake your head at the two, feeling at home with their bickering. Taehyung and Yuna act like such a married couple most of the time they’re together—you were used to it at this point. In between their bickering, you glance at Jungkook who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. 

For some reason, you can’t make out what the look on his face is. He didn’t look happy, but he didn’t look sad either. He wasn’t angry… He looked… Eager? Worried? In agony?

“You okay?” you ask, moving away from Yuna and to Jungkook’s side. He slides his arms around your waist. You let him. 

Pulling you close, his lips shape into a pout. You cup his cheeks and squish them together. “Jungkook?”

“Wanna go back upstairs?” he suggests, resting his face on the palm of your hands. “Wanna get out of here? I’m suddenly not in the mood.”

“To what? Party?”

“To be anywhere without you.”

“But I’m here.” You reason.

He shakes his head, insisting something else. “But not you’re here with me… You know?”

You do know. 

“S-sure,” you agree even though a part of you feels hesitant. Not that you don’t want too.. More like you’re nervous and afraid of what it’ll lead to. More feelings? More sex? You don’t think you can go another round. “Where should we—”

“___ baby!” 

Your head turns to your name being called by a familiar voice. 

From the corner of your eyes, you see Taehyung and Yuna exchange disappointed looks. Just as you’re about to ask what’s going on, Seokjin and Eunwoo approach you. 

“Eunwoo,” you greet warmly. You step away from Jungkook and hug him. 

“You haven’t been answering my texts… Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you,” he whines like a child. You laugh lightly and tiptoe to ruffle his hair. Though it’s only been a few months, he hasn’t changed. He still acts like a lost puppy. “Jungkook, what’s up?”

Jungkook dabs Eunwoo up with low effort. You give him a confused look, wondering why he was acting all sulky all of the sudden. From what you recall, these two are friends. As Eunwoo greets Yuna and Taehyung, Seokjin greets you rather drunkenly. Then, he excuses himself to piss. Everyone rolls their eyes at his behaviour but let him do what he needs to.

“Can we talk?” Eunwoo asks bluntly. His question breaks the ice, but wins a wide-eyes from you all.

You tilt your head. “What about?”

“Us.”

Instantly, Jungkook feels like he’s being punched in the face. No, he wishes he was being punched in the face. Being punched in the face would be more enjoyable than standing here in between you and Eunwoo.

He has only tried a handful of times to ask and understand what happened between you and Eunwoo, but he never pressed it. Right now, he wishes he had. If he had, maybe he wouldn’t feel so threatened right now. But he didn’t and he does. Jungkook clenches his jaw, trying his best to mask his feelings. 

Was there still something between you and Eunwoo? Were you still texting him? Is Eunwoo who you’re with when you’re not with him?

All these thoughts and self-doubt flood Jungkook’s mind. 

It sinks and his insecurities make a home as you nod politely and follow Eunwoo away from the crowd. Away from him.

Not even a goodbye?

As you slip away, Jungkook sighs. How did you do that? He feels disappointed and hurt—offended even. How dare you pick someone else over him? Though no feelings between you two were expressed or exchanged in a way where commitment and exclusivity would be the trade-off—still, this wasn’t fair.

How could you walk away? Like it was easy? Like you weren’t just with him seconds ago?

It aches.

It hurts so bad that it even his anger is weak. 

No matter how much he wants to—he can’t blame you. 

He never asked you out.

“I like the way you look at her,” Yuna comforts Jungkook by patting his back. 

“Huh?” Jungkook snaps out of his thoughts. “What do you mean? Look at who?”

Yuna nudges him and gives him a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me,’ look. Then, she explains herself. “I always knew you were nice. Taehyung talks about the shit you put up with and the things you do to please people… Like how you joined the team again after they begged you to even though you felt burnt out… How you always limit your drinking so you’re sober enough to walk ___ home. How you come over and take care of her when she’s piss drunk and probably gave you a hard time—”

Jungkook’s eyes get shifty. “How do you know about that—”

“Doesn’t matter. She didn’t tell me shit, though. She doesn’t know I know and we’re going to keep it that way.” Yuna pokes Jungkook’s chest. 

He furrows his brows. “Why does everything have to be a secret when it comes to ___?”

Yuna doesn’t have an answer for him. Instead, she continues her little speech.

“You’re a nice guy… But to ___, you’re kind. It’s in your gaze. It’s in the way you always offer yourself to her. It’s in the way you’re her friend above all else—I’m so thankful you’re who you are when you’re with her. You look at her like she’s your entire world… I don’t know if you even know that—but that’s how you look at her. You look at her and it’s… It’s like she’s the only person in the world.”

Jungkook hates the words Yuna speaks. Partly because they’re all true and partly because he doesn’t know what to do after. Yuna squeezes his shoulders and he feels like he could cry. 

“Can you tell her I’ll be in my room? Waiting for her?” Jungkook pleas.

Yuna nods and excuses herself to find you in the crowd. You’re throwing your head back, laughing at whatever Eunwoo whispered in your ear. When Yuna approaches you and passes the message, you find Jungkook’s eyes from across the room. 

You smile at him and wave. 

He stands still, not knowing what to do. Before you know it, you watch him pick up his feet and head back upstairs. He doesn’t look back.

Yuna did tell you he’d be in his room… So that’s probably where he’s headed. In your mind, you make a mental note to go upstairs and figure things out with Jungkook in ten minutes. 

You’ll give Eunwoo ten more minutes... The rest of the night can be for Jungkook. 

Upstairs, Jungkook sits on the edge of his messy bed. Knees to his chest, he thinks about how fucked up everything got in a matter of moments. Did it really just take one conversation with your ex to lose you as quickly as he got you? Is this the reality of being a fuckbuddy?

He hates it. 

Jungkook clenches his fits, recalling the words Taehyung said to him. 

“Eunwoo’s tryna get back together with ___… I don’t know why it’s so important to Yuna but she said she tried to talk him out of it. Yuna said to get ___ out of here? Again, I don’t know why… I thought Eunwoo was Yuna’s favourite for ___ but I’m guessing not anymore…”

It was comforting to know that Yuna was on Jungkook’s side… But did it matter if you weren’t? You’re downstairs, talking and probably making plans to get back together with your ex.

Meanwhile, Jungkook sits in his room and waits until his eyes betray him. They flutter shut, falling asleep to the faint sound of your laugh downstairs and to the hope of you fulfilling a promise you never made.

In the morning, Jungkook wakes up and cries. He cries out of frustration and hurt. His heart feels heavy, like it could collapse and be broken. He has never felt so betrayed before.

And it’s pathetic because even then—especially then—he still waits for you.

---

We’re just friends | jjk 🔞

> Jungkook goes to see you and ends up confessing to you but not in the way he intended .

Warnings: pt 2 of After Hours, angstt, one sided pining (or is it?), whipped! jk , drug (mary jane) consumption, brief moment w daddy s-coups from SVT, reader and jk get into a fight, jk gets friendzoned and it doesnt go well, tears and yelling, kook is fed up, its gets pretty rough, self reflections, more confessions //explicit sexual content; makeup s*x , unprotected s*x (wrap it before u tap it),sub! jk , dom! reader , oral (m! receiving) , youre on top, slow and sensual until its not, begging, slight ch*king , praises, overstimulation, sweet aftercare and kookie cries

A/N: hello my babies! we’re here and back for pt 2. this came out alot longer than i thought it would be but heres what youve guys been asking for! Enjoy! 💗

Masterlist

moodboard

••••••

JK: Come over

Read @ 7:37 p.m.

You: Mm, no can do , bossy

You: I’m busy

Read @ 7:46 p.m.

JK: Babyyy, pls 😫

JK: I miss you ..

JK: What are u doin?

Read @ 7:50 p.m.

You: (picture attachment)

Read @ 8:01 p.m.

JK: What u looking so good for?

Read @ 8:01 p.m.

You: I’m at a party

You: Why r u not here?

Read @ 8.02 p.m.

JK: U know I don’t like parties…

Read @ 8:10 p.m.

You: Even with me here?

You: (picture attachment)

Read @ 8:13 p.m.

Jungkook gulps when he opens the picture. Its a bit different than the picture you just sent him, this one more naughty than the normal outfit picture. Your plump lips are bitten by your pearly white teeth, your cleavage leaves him no room for imagination, your famous bed room eyes almost have him panting like a dog in heat.

JK: Whose party u at?

Read @ 8:14 p.m.

You: Knew u would cave in

You: It’s Jimin’s party

Read @ 8:20 p.m.

Of course its at Jimin’s place , Jungkook thinks to himself. Jimin is always throwing parties.

JK: I’m omw

JK: Don’t leave

Read @ 8:35 p.m.

You: And what if i do?

Read @ 8:35 p.m.

JK: You know what will happen…

JK: Be a good girl for me and wait

JK: U can do that right?

Read @ 8:37 p.m.

You: Maybe 😉

Read @ 8:40 p.m.

JK: Just wait til i get my hands on you

Read @ 8:45 p.m.

You: Oh

You: I’m so scared 🙄

Read @ 9:02 p.m.

JK: Im here

JK: Get ready for me, baby

Sent @ 9:05 p.m.

•••

You’re outside with a group of people, passing around a blunt and relaxing into the lawn chair. You close your eyes as you inhale the smoke, counting to five and then exhaling.

“This some good shi’ Tae! Whose you’re link?”

You ignore the conversation that is flowing, passing the half smoked blunt to Seungcheol. He gives you an appreciative grin and takes the blunt from your fingers, fingers grazing against yours in the process.

“Hey.. You’re Y/n, right?” Seungcheol from beside you asks, leaning to whisper in your ear to avoid speaking too loud due to the loud music and avoid getting the attention of others. You snicker, the weed now running through your veins, loosing you up as you find your body relaxing in the comfy chair. You nod, giving him a heart stopping smile. You bring your hand out towards him, waiting for him to shake it.

“I am! - and you’re Seungcheol from the mixing department. I’ve seen you around.” you comment and take another huge drag from the blunt as it gets passed to you. Seungcheol, cant help but put his arm around your chair and whisper funny comments about the people that are around you in your ear.

Thats when Jungkook walks up… and hes pissed as he sees you almost snuggled up to the guy beside you. He cant help but scoff as he walks up to the pair.

You jump as you feel strong hands hold onto your shoulders. You look up and smile wildly at the bunny boy.

“Kookie!!” You squeal out and jump out of your seat, knocking the guys arm off of yours in the process. Jungkooks mouth quirks at the action and he meets eyes with the other guy. His eyes widen as he recognizes one of his fellow classmates.

“Oh hey, Jungkook!! I wasn’t expecting to see you here… I know this isn’t your scene.” S- Coups comments and Jungkool nods his head and scratches his neck awkwardly.

“Yeahhh, I only came here for one reason.” Jungkook says as he meets your droopy smile, smiling endearing at your fluttering eyelashes as you blink at him.

“Oh…. I didn’t know you guys were together.” He comments with his hands up in the air, you giggle at his action as you step closer to your Jungkook.

“Oh, me and Jungkook are just friends.” you say, nonchalantly.

‘Ouch’

Jungkook can’t help but feel his heart drop and feel a little pissed at your words.

Friends don’t fuck eachother like we do.

Jungkook isn’t convinced. There has to be some part of you thats sees him as more. Why else would you reach out to him constantly ? Is all the laughs you shared together just as friends? Or the way you screamed his name, can friends make you do that?

You dont miss his face darkening, his tongue in cheek, you can see the anger in his eyes. Confused, you grab his hand, trying to comfort him.

Jungkook isn’t having it. He came all this way for you only to be friendzoned. He cant help but feel gutted at your comment and his pride dwindle to the ground.

He tears his hand away from yours before turning on his heels, marching out of the booming house, ignoring the calls of his name as he head’s straight towards his car.

He’s done.

“Jungkook!! Wait up! Shi- Why are you leaving?! Jungkook!!” You yell out his name, foggy brain clearing up as trying to catch up with his fast speed, your legs failing to keep up with his purposeful strides. He ignores you, pulling his keys out. You hear his car beep signalling it’s unlocked and you push yourself forward - determined to stop him and figure out his problem.

“Koo, stop!! Whats your problem?!” You yell out, frustrated at the silent man who refuses to give you an explanation. Jungkook turns around to face you, you stopping dead in your tracks once you see the look on his face.

You’ve never seen this facial expression before. He’s pissed.

“Whats my problem?! Really?!” He cant help but raise his voice, his emotions getting the best of him. He steps closer to you and you can help but step back. It feels like a slap to his face and he scoffs. He closes his eyes, breathing in and out.

“You wanna know my problem?!” he exclaims, poise and mirth in his tone. He looks you dead in the eye before opening his mouth.

“The girl that I’ve been in love with for almost a year only sees me as a friend and uses me to get off..My problem is the fact that no matter how patient i am and how caring i am, its never enough. Im only your fucking friend.” He spits out, now just a head width away from yours. Your frozen in place. Thats the last thing you expected him to say.

“I- what? .. Why didn’t you tell me?” you cant help but ask. Jungkook cant help but laugh, no trace of happiness in sight. It almost sounded laced with sadness.

“Tell you and then what? I get friendzoned and it becomes awkward? Id like to save myself the torture.”

You go to open your mouth but you stop as you hear his next words,

“Its doesn’t matter anymore , anyways. I’m done with this… situationship. Go find another guy to play with.” He doesnt give you a chance to respond before hes turning around and opening his door. He quickly slides in, shutting the door just as fast. You meet his eyes in the mirror and you feel tears well up in your eyes.

It can’t be over…

You hurriedly go to his window, knocking on it aggressively to get him to roll it down. Your attempt are futile as he shakes his head and puts his car in drive. You catch yourself crying as you watch him sped off, heart tearing into two.

You didn’t expect that him leaving would hurt so much.

What have I done?

•••

Its been a little over a month since you’ve seen Jungkook and you’re surprised at how strongly his lack of presence affected you.

Youve never really taken the time to figure out if you saw Jungkook as only a friend or something more.

Until now at least.

You were surprised by his confession. You thought you both had an understanding.

Love? Was not in the picture.

Youve made that clear in the beginning, Bangchan’s betrayal ran skin deep in you. You don’t want to feel as if you were not enough anymore, the image of him with someone else still haunted you. You dont know how to give your all to someone again. Youve been broken hearted before- you cant to through that again.

Could I put all that aside for Jungkook? I dont know.. Do I even like him? Or am i throwing away a chance of happiness because I’m scared to commit?

All you know is that you do miss him. So much.

You miss how he used to make me laugh, You miss his goody smile he’d give you when he was hellbent on getting on your nerves, you miss how he used to hold you - how safe you felt in his arms, you miss the late night calls, you missed how he knew what you needed just by looking at you- no words needed. He wasn’t just the guy you were having sex with , he became your best friend.

Shit… Do you like Jungkook? Theres no way.

Is this just you wanting to refuse him leaving you or did you keep these feelings buried so deep inside you that they’re now boiling over?

Your heart knows the answer to that. You do know that the thought of Jungkook not being in your life - is almost enough to send you spiraling again.

You know what you need to do.

•••

“Fuck! Which apartment is it?!” You curse at yourself as you walk past apartment doors, berating yourself because of how you dont even know which place he lives in. Am I that bad that I cant remember whose apartment is associated to the guy i’ve been hooking up with for a year? Have I really become this shallow?

You feel tears well up in your eyes and hope begins to dwindle as I cant recall where he would even be.

He can do so much better than you. Maybe, him leaving would be best for him. He doesnt need damaged goods like you.

“…Y/n?” You hear the shocked voice behind you, one youve been craving to hear for weeks. You hesitate on turning around. How can you face him? You didn’t think this far ahead.

You slowly turn around to face the man whose heart you had broken. You look up to the man and you feel your heart quicken and your palms start to sweat.

He looks just as good as ever.

Maybe this was a mistake… You go to step back but you feel a large hand grip onto your own.

“Stop…Don’t run..” He whispers with restraint longing, tears well up in his eyes and your heart breaks at the sight. You did this to him.

“What are you doing here?” He asks you. You debate if you should come up with an excuse and lie but the look on his face has to retracting. He looks like he wants to hug you but he’s holding back. At least your assured that your not the only one who missed the other. You clear your throat and fiddle with the sleeve of your long sleeve sweatshirt- failing to miss the fact that it used to be one of his.

“Can we talk?” You ask him so softly that Jungkook almost didnt hear you. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate as he nods and grabs your hand to lead you to his place. Funny enough, you were only two doors away from it.

He opens the door and he gestures you to go inside first. You give him a small smile and go inside, slipping your shoes off first thing. He follows behind you, taking his shoes and coat off. You take this time to observe his apartment. You’ve only been here once or twice- each time you were pretty occupied with other activities.

His apartment is so him. It has a modern fill to it but you can see little knick knacks that give the place more personality . The marvel actions figures that stand on his TV stand, the colorful and goofy magnets that hang on his fridge, the scattered clothes thrown everywhere.

“Sorry about the mess… I wasn’t expecting company.” He gives you a sheepish look and you cant help but giggle at his newfound shyness. That’s something new coming from him. He perks up just lightly at your giggles and makes his way to the fridge.

“Would you like something to drink? I have water, beer, tea…”

You shake your head at his question.

“No, im okay… You dont have to be so formal with me.” You sigh out loud before moving to sit on his island chair. He standing right in front of you, watching at you run your hands through your hair. Something he picked up on that it is something you do when you have something to say.

“I-I dont really know how to say this or even if you want to hear it but… I want to apologize.’ You look down and clear your throat, trying to rid yourself of these nerves, you look back up to meet his gaze and you jump as you see he has moved closer towards you, like a moth to a flame,’ I never should have strung you on like that… You’re a super sweet and good guy and I took advantage of that. You deserve someone who devoted themselves to you like youve done with me..” You feel tears well in your eyes, now fully aware of how much youve probably hurt him.

“I-I’m sorry i hurt you,’ choke on your words. ‘I understand if you want nothing to do with me or you’d want to only be my friend but…’ You feel your nerves spike at what you’re about to confess. Should you do it? Fuck it.

“I have had alot of time to think about… us’ You meet his eyes, seeing a small glimmer of something in them, hope maybe? Worry? You’re not sure.

“Jungkook, I… I like you… Alot.” You close your eyes, not wanting to see his face but you continue to spill your guts to him.

“I didn’t see it at first.. I loved how safe I felt and I loved how you treated me with so much care that I pretended it was just as a friend caring for a friend… I never thought you would see me this way and I for sure didn’t expect to feel for you like this…” Tears are freely falling down your face and you dont even try to rid yourself of them, you allow yourself to feel this pain. Who know how many times Jungkook has cried over you.

“But nobody will ever make me feel like this again… There’s nobody like you Kookie… I miss you so much…”You sob out and you almost collapse onto the chair you’re leaning on but warm, safe arms catch you. You’re pulled into a broad familiar chest and thats enough to send you into another fit of sobs.

“Shhh.. Its okay.. We’re okay…” You hear his familiar and soft voice sing in your ears and tatted fingers run through your hair. You feel your body sag into his embrace, taking in how much you truly missed him. You made a huge mistake not noticing it sooner. How even your body craved his presence.

“I’m yours and you’re mine… Okay?” Jungkook says, with hope laced in his words. You move your head out of his chest and Jungkook has to hold in his ‘coos’, him melting at how soft and endearing you look. You let out a few sniffles and nod your head.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize… I want to try this with you.. I know you’ll treat me right and I promise to try to be good for you and be open to this.” You say with sparkling but nervous eyes. You cant just ignore how scared you are to try to be with someone again but with Jungkook youll try. He deserves that and you deserve a shot at happiness.

“Thats my girl.” Jungkook whispers with adoration in his voice, giving your cheek and forehead a flurry of kisses causing you to giggle at the ticklish feeling. He lets out a giggle and entangles one of his hands with yours, pulling you away from his kitchen.

“How about a shower, hmm? Im sweaty from the gym and I’d love it if my girl joined me.?”

Your stomach flutters and you cant help but giggle like a middle schoolgirl and you frantically nod your head. He smiles and you both head your way into his bathroom. Giggles and butterflies fill the space as you both let go for the first time since youve been seperated.

•••

You both stand in the doorway to his bedroom, now fully dressed and freshly showered. Tension fills the air as you both stare at Jungkook’s bed.

You both know what is going to go down but its different this time. You’re both feeling quite shy which is insane since you’ve already been intimate with each other countless times already. The only difference is that you both know where you stand but that makes everything different, .. more meaningful.

You clear your throat, looking at Jungkook to see he’s also lost in his own thoughts. However, you don’t miss his half hard-on.

You move to stand in front of him, him breaking out of his thoughts as he sees your stunning face in front of his. You feel your heart race pick up and you take a leap of faith and you reach on your tippy toes and give him a sweet peck on his pink lips. He groans at the action and chases after your lips as you pull away. That’s all it takes before whatever string is holding him back, snaps.

He pulls you in like a starving man, swallowing your kisses and moans greedily, missing the taste of your lips. He’s been starved long enough.

You entangle your hands in his short hair as you put one of your legs up on his waist. Jungkooks hands trail down your body, meeting you plump ass as he greedily takes handfuls of his, gripping it in his palms. You gasp as he pulls one hand back, giving it a big spank before holding onto it again. You pull your lips away from his, spit connecting your lips to his. You lick your lips, breaking the line and you pull out of his grasps. He whines at your lost of body hear but he’s silenced as you drop onto your knees in front of his and you meet his full hard on. You bite your lips and look up at him in between your lashes. He gulps at the sight and his mouth gapes.

“Let me take care of you, baby.” Your voice drips with honey and he nods his head like the obedient man he is.

Your shaky hands pull the band of his briefs down onto the floor, swallowing the spit that flood your mouth at the sight of Jungkooks long and hard cock thats jumps up at the sight of you, reaching at his belly button. Fuck, how much you’ve missed his cock.

You give a tentative lick up his shaft, following the vein that rests right under his dick. He hisses as the feeling and groans as he feels your mouth engulf his tip, giving it a lap around his tip with your tongue.

You take his length in your throat, suctioning around it as each inch goes inside your mouth. Your encouraged as you feel his thigh muscles tighten and his stomach jumps as your actions. He curses as you start to swallow more of him, using your hand to massage his balls.

He buries his hand in your hair, fisting it tightly as he hisses, "Oh fuck," his lips part as he looks down as you, swallowing harshly, "just like that, feels so good. You always know what to do, such a good girl.”

You choke as you struggle to take the rest of him from the sheer girth and size of him. The tip pokes the back of your throat every so often as start you bob your head slowly. You missed having his cock in your mouth. He always fit so well inside your mouth.

You eagerly swallow around him, throat tightening around his cock as you coat his cock with a layer of your spit.

"Shit!." He growls out, his grip tightens and he uses it as leverage to shove your head down on his lap until your nose is touching his pelvis. ‘Yesss, missed your mouth," he gasps out. You sputter around him and pull back with a heavy gasp with a string of saliva connecting your lips to the his leaky cock. You take a second to take a few breaths and go right back for more.

A long moan escapes his lips as you suck hard, Jungkook's hands drop from your head as he lets you take control once more and bob your head. You slurp around him noisily while stroking his soft balls in your hands. You're determined to make him come down your throat.

"Fuck," he gasps out as his hair falls messily in his face, "gonna cum so hard.. Can I cum in your throat, you’d let me right?." You try your best to nod your head and you moan out, letting him know your decision. His moans rise in volume until his hand is coming down to hold you in place, face pressed tightly to his hips as he cums. Hard. He moans out loudly as loads of cum shoots down your throat and fills your mouth.

It doesnt take long before he has you up in the air, making you squeal at the fast change and he tosses you on his bed, making it bounce. You move up onto your elbows and gaze at him with a dirty smirk on your face. Jungkook removes the rest of his clothes and grabs your ankles, pulling you towards him. You giggle as he hovers over you, giving you a feverish kiss. You moan and close your eyes, kissing him back with as much passion. Your eyes flutter open as you break the kiss. Your finger trails up and down his spine, causing goosebumps to come in its wake. You bite your lip as you flutter your eyelashes at him.

“Baby, lettme ride you.” You whisper against his lips. Jungkook groans and shuts his eyes at your words. You’re going to kill him. You hum and run your nails up hid arm, giving his lips a melting kiss that has him melting against you. He sighs and moves off you, moving to make his way to his headboard, flopping onto his back as he lays back. You giggle as you get back up and stalk your way to him. Your eyes zero in on him and Jungkook gulps at the familiar gaze you give him. Oh boy.

You crawl up towards him, biting your lips and your finger trails up his thighs and up his stomach, causing him to groan and his stomach to jump at your touch.

“So sensitive, are we?” You say, almost mockingly and Jungkook whines at your teasing.

“Baby… Dont tease me… Need you.” He practically begs and you decide to let him out of his misery.

Your hips raise and slowly inch downwards as you slip his fat cock inside you, you moan against his lips as his cock slowly slides inch for inch. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding on for support as you slowly come to a halt once you sit down on his lap , now completely bottomed out. Jungkook groans low through his teeth, eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck," you sigh in pleasure while circling your hips,

"so good.." You bounce on his cock lightly, your ass jiggling as you move up and down. You watch his face twists in pleasure as he leans his head back against his headboard."You like that Koo?, look at how big you are.” You move his hand thats fisting the sheets into your bulging stomach. He groans out loud.

"God yes," Jungkook moans out loud as he shudders, and he cant help but buck his hips into yours. You tut and hold onto his hands, locking them in place as you raise your hips, starting a nice and slow rhythm that has Jungkook shaking.

The filthy noises you and your pussy makes when he penetrates inside you has him hissing and struggle against your hold. You shush him, giving his lips sweet kisses, biting his bottom lip as you pull back. You feel more dollops of slick slide down your perineum and between your cheeks on to the bed below. You start a more faster pace and Jungkook’s head into the crook of your neck, sucking and kissing any skin he can find. You use your hand to pull his head back by his hair, him hissing at the pull. Your hand slowly trails down his head onto his neck, giving it a squeeze causing Jungkook’s eyes to roll back.

“Nobody can let me fuck them like you do, I belong to you, Koo.” You cry out, the words your spewing surprising you both but you have no shame. You embrace it and you let it show as you bounce with purpose.

"Oh fuck! Y/n, I'm gonna cum!" He moans out and his head falls back. You’re determined to give him the best orgasm of his life as you bounce faster and harder onto his throbbing cock.

"Cum for me ,Koo. Give it all to me.. Fill me up!” You moan out, filling your own orgasm start to build.

And he does, making a mess all up inside you. He’s so fucking pretty to you, that you don’t stop there. You stay bouncing on his cock, enjoying how fucked out he looks.

You sound so sweet to him too. He wants to see you like this for him, only him, as long as he can. He wants to see your eyes roll back, he wants to see your shaky legs struggle to bounce on his meaty thighs. He wants to see you like this, forever.

“God!’ he sobs out, begging to some higher power to give him the strength to survive you. You bring him past the point of overstimulation to the point his limbs are shaking and tears are streaming down his face.

‘M-missed you s-so much! Fuck!” he sobs out and you give him a sweet smile, now chasing your own release, now using him to get you off. His eyes squeeze shut, so overwhelmed by the way you’re fucking him he feels like he could pass out at any moment.

Next thing you know, your release hits you like a bullet and you sob out his name. You sound like a song to his ears, waking him enough just enough so he can use his hands to grip onto your hips, moving your hips to help ride you through your high.

Shaky breathes and heavy breathing fill the room, the room feeling like a furnace. You collapse onto his chest. Your both sweaty and poor Jungkook is almost passed out. You sigh as you run your fingers through his hair.

You didnt mean to fuck his brains out but you don’t regret it. You pull back and slip him out of you, him whining at the feeling of his sensitive cock slipping out of your warmth. You shush him and give him a kiss on his pouty , swollen lips.

“Cmon Koo.. Lets go take another bath.. Ill take good care of you.” You whisper to your baby, him whining but listening to you nonetheless. You fill the bath up with bubbles and you help him in the bathtub, his legs still not fully recovered. You giggle at the sense of deja vú.

Oh how the tables have turned.

You give him some sweet aftercare. Massaging his scalp with shampoo and conditioner and you softly bathe over his skin. You’re surprised as you hear sniffles and you look up to see tears flowing down Jungkook’s face. You gasp and wipe his tears away.

“Kookie! Whats wrong, baby?! Why are you crying my love.” You cannot help but panic, searching his body for any pain. Did I go overboard this time?

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle at your worry and pull you into his arms, cutting off your panicked search. You shout out at his action but your even more cnfused as you meet his teary smile.

“I’m just really h-happy you’re here.. and you’re m-mine now.. I never thought i’d have a chance.” He confesses and your heart drops at his confession.

You have alot of work to do… and alot of reassurance. But you’ll do it.. for him.

“Oh, my baby… I’m yours as much as you are mine… Ill be here as long as you’ll have me.” Your heart flutters and you cant help but coo at the soft look on his face. You fee yourself falling even deeper for him. How dumb of you for not giving him a chance already. My sweet boy.

You shower his face with kisses, making him giggle at your display of affection.

“You can’t get rid me now… You’re stuck with me now.” You say, giving him a huge , smoldering kiss on his lips. You pull back and your eyes are graced with his huge smile and you can’t help but mirror it.

“Would never dream of it…”

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Belong (Series Masterlist) | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: exes-to-lovers-to-exes-to-lovers; actress!OC x basketball coach!Yoongi; summer romance; “long” distance relationship; parallel timelines; angst, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, family drama, sport injury; dreams & moving away; implied depression; basketball and acting talk; 2014 and 2022 Yoongi; shy and nonchalant cocky whipped Yoongi; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: 99.4k

Status: Complete

Series summary: Being an actor has always been your dream. Pursuing it meant many things - leaving the town where you grew up, distancing yourself from your family that had fallen apart, and saying goodbye to the man who made you feel what home was like. When you decide to finally return after being away for so long, you meet Min Yoongi again, and you’re reminded of the summer romance from 8 years ago with the college basketball superstar whose broken dream pushed you away. As you find yourself spending time with him, you’re left to wonder if love changes, if it gives second chances, or if it’s just another illusion that will hurt the both of you the second time around. 

Maybe one day, in 10 years perhaps, or in another lifetime… Maybe then, we’ll finally choose us.

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A/N: Long-haired Yoongi in a basketball setting has not left my mind so here he is! This one’s a little emotional since I’m currently in an LDR to *pursue* my dreams so I hope you like it! 🫣🥹 No schedule of the posting this time (school/work is a little intense) so please just stay tuned. 😊

Part 01: Present day

1.5: Rewind

Part 02: Present day

2.5 Rewind

Part 03: Present day

3.5 Rewind

Part 04: Present day

4.5 Rewind

Post-credits

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