Fall Back In Love | Jjk

Fall Back in Love | jjk

> jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you

> jungkook x f.reader, childhood best friends,friends to lovers, slow burn, light smut, jealous! jungkook, needy!jungkook, mature, mentions of blood and fighting

Fall Back in Love drabble

wc: 17.6k (got carried away)

“why would we go on a date?” jungkook fought the frown that wanted to appear on his face. not again. this had to be the at least the third time this month he’s had the exact same conversation the morning after he slept with a woman he either got chatting to at a party or a local club. it was like every woman within a five mile radius had a meeting and collectively decided to sleep with him then never see him again afterwards. he didn’t want to seem pathetic, isn’t that exactly what the majority of guys his age wanted? in their eyes he had the perfect situation going on, constant sex when he wanted it with no strings attached. what he wanted to know however was how they dealt with the constant loneliness that occurred every time the hook up left? or the heartache that came when he saw a college couple walking around campus throwing their love in his face every morning at 8am? he tried not to be bitter, it was cute they found someone to spend their college years with. no he was bitter, so very bitter. he was a romantic at heart, so how did he get such a reputation that meant no woman ever wanted to even go on one date?

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Pick of the Patch | KTH 

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Summary: You’re a struggling artist with a strong desire to escape so when your mother suddenly calls and asks you to return home to replace her in this years Harvest Festival dance, you never said yes faster. However, she informs you that you’ll be working with another dancer, Kim Taehyung and upon meeting, you decide you do not like him…but right when you think you could grow up and move past it, Taehyung makes it clear that he does not like you either

Pairing: Taehyung x female reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut, enemies to lovers Word Count: 20.9k  Warnings: swearing, some alcohol consumption, sad oc, feeling lost, feelings of regret, Taehyung is kinda an asshole (for reasons🥺), illness, character death, crying,  FLIRTING. smut warnings: so much flirting, little dirty talk, mentions of sex, sensual making out lol, oral (fem rec) vaginal fingering, protected sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, ass and breast groping, I think that is it.

A/N: sorry it is a day late, I had some personal stuff:] this is a part of the Autumn Leaves Collab! 

© taestefully-in-luv

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Every fallen leaf and any breeze that feels crisp enough to bite at your skin, sucks you into your favorite memories that almost feel forgotten. They’re not forgotten but with how hectic your life has been…well, yeah, almost. Summer has been replaced with the season that brings the most change and good god, you could use some change.

You left home years ago to pursue your dreams of becoming an artist—your mother urged you to follow that dream despite how little you visited home nowadays. Every phone call or text is just your mother continuously cheering you on and giving you the hope that you can be worry free. She’s good. She’s happy. And all she wants is for you to live your dream.

It’s too bad that the dream you wished for isn’t exactly all you imagined. Your art career was once thriving but lately…the last year or more…it’s come to a sudden halt. No inspiration, no motivation and when you do create something it lacks any depth—meaningless. 

You stand here, the sky painted in a light gray as orange leaves fly across creating an interesting mix of colors. Funny, mix of colors feels a lot like your mix of emotions. It’s been a while since you stood in front of your childhood home and it’s been a while since going to the Harvest Festival—you know, the entire reason your mom asked you to come back home for a bit. 

When you were a child the Harvest Festival was the most magical time of year. Who cared about something like Christmas when you had the season of change? Colors transformed, cool breezes ran through your body and soul and the most important thing of all? The Festival that brought this town together. Especially the Harvest Festival dance. 

You smile to yourself, eyes on the autumn decorations your mother put out in the yard. She leads the dance every single year. When you were a kid, you watched your mother dance beautifully to the sound of drums and wind instruments. You watched in awe, copying all of her moves and bragging to everyone that it was your mom. Your mom who made the feeling of change feel so welcoming.  

Your mom called you around a week ago. Asking about how your art was doing and you decided to be honest with her—it wasn’t going well. You almost wanted to cry into the phone but your mom only sighed out and a smile could be heard in her voice. “What perfect timing.” Is the first thing she said. And then she was asking you to come back home for a little while to replace her in this year’s Harvest Festival dance. She explained that she isn’t the same young and vibrant woman she once was…frankly, she’s tired. But what better than her daughter to take over this time around? 

You thought about it only momentarily. This was the perfect escape. So, here you are. Standing in front of your childhood home and trying your hardest to embrace something like a change. 

“Hello?” You call out, poking your head inside the house. It’s quiet but you’re immediately hit with the smell of cookies that you imagine are still in the oven or just came out. “Mom?” 

“y/n?” You hear the sweet voice of your mother before her body turns around the corner down the hall. She lights up. Smile so wide that you already feel like you never left home to begin with. “Hurry!” she waves you over, “You’re going to let all the heat out if you keep that door open.”

You glance behind you before trying to haul your luggage through the doorway, “Sorry, sorry.” 

“How was your trip?” She begins walking closer to you, “Long, huh?”

“It was fine.” You shrug, meeting her halfway to give her a hug. As she gets closer, it kind of hits you that you have been away too long. Your mother looks older than you remember, her skin duller and when she hugs you, it feels frail. But this doesn’t stop you from hugging her tight. You missed her.

“I lost track of time,” Your mom hugs you back just as tight. “So I still haven’t made up your bed yet. The sheets are hanging but I can—”

“No worries,” You pull away from her. “I can do it. Did you make cookies?” You begin strolling down the hall until you’re entering the kitchen and then you grin excitedly. “Oh! You did.”

“You haven’t been home in ages, of course I would make your favorite cookies to celebrate.” Your mom comes in behind you, “But you barely have time to eat any, you really should get going.”

“Huh?” You question her nonchalantly, your focus is on the tray of cookies that lay on the countertop. You start picking at a few but they’re still too warm. “What are you talking about? Go where?”

“The studio!” She swats your hand from the tray of cookies. “Leave them alone until they’re ready. You really never change.” She chuckles to herself. “Anyway, you were supposed to be there half an hour ago.”

You turn to face your mom, “What? I just got here.” You look disappointed. “I thought we could think of some dinner plans and maybe watch a mo—”

“—y/n,” She cuts you off with a soft smile, “The Festival is in three weeks and I doubt you remember any of the steps. Taehyung is already there, he’s been teaching classes for me lately. But he’s also in charge of the dance for the fest—”

“Who?”

“Taehyung. You don’t remember Taehyung, honey?” Your mom tilts her head, “Ah, well you barely came by the studio anymore by the time he was there…I guess that makes sense.” 

You blink at your mom for a few seconds before trying to gather your thoughts, “I’m confused.” You say slowly, “Why is Taehyung…” You trail off, kind of hoping your mom gets where you’re going.

“Oh. You two are both the leads for the dance.” She says like it’s no big deal, her busy hands already at the sink to wash a few dishes. “You’ll be working together.” 

“You never said I would be working with someone?” You come next to her, leaning against the counter. “You never danced with anyone?”

“Things have changed.” She smiles down at the dishes, bowl in hand as she scrubs. “We started incorporating group dances as well as solo ones. But this year, you and Taehyung will dance together. For the finale.”

“For the…wait, I have to dance with some person I don’t know?”

“It really isn’t a big deal, not sure why you’re dragging this on. Plus!” She takes a towel and starts drying the bowl, “You and Taehyung are going to really hit it off, trust me.”

“Hit it…mom. Are you trying to set me up?”

Her head whips in your direction, an exaggerated expression on her face. “I would do no such thing!” 

“Right.” You narrow your eyes at her. “So this Taehyung…”

“Oh he is just…a very, very good boy. He’s mature, talented and so incredible. Basically the son I never had!” She sings out cutely, “You’ll get along. I wouldn’t have asked you to do this if I thought you two wouldn’t at least get along, come on, y/n.” 

Well, that feels fair, you think. “Okay…so I’m supposed to be there? Now?”

“Well, 30 minutes ago.” She reminds you, “But knowing you, you were probably walking around the neighborhood, taking your sweet time.”

Your cheeks get warm because she’s right. “Not really…” You murmur but you crack a smile when you hear your mom laughing.

“Take my car. You remember where the studio is, right?”

“Yes, mom.” You deadpan. “I wouldn’t forget where that’s at when you’ve owned that place since before I was born.”

“It’s just been a while.” She still smiles at you but you feel a slight pang of guilt. It has been a while. Probably way too long. You wonder how much you’ve missed out on. 

“Okay, I guess I’ll be back later then?”

“Yeah! Taehyung will be there, you won’t miss him! Tall, handsome, has the sweetest smile.” 

“Uh huh.” You wave her off before slipping into the hall and finding the bathroom to quickly check your appearance before heading out. 

~

The dance studio your mom owns where she teaches dance classes is very nearby. Not even a 10 minute drive. The town has changed though, construction, new parks and cafés you don’t ever remember seeing…so you don’t actually make it within 10 minutes…considering you had to take a detour thanks to construction and you got lost. 

But finally, after 20 minutes, you make it to the studio. You notice the building has a had a paint job and there’s even a bench with a few potted plants outside the entrance. Cute, you think. You open the door and a soft ding goes off but it’s drowned out by the music coming from the back where the practice rooms are. You glance around, few decorations and framed photos of past students hang on the walls. A particular portrait catches your eye though. A huge landscape painting on the wall where the front desk is and you can’t help the heat in your cheeks as you gaze at it. You painted this back when you were in middle school…you can’t believe your mom still has never taken it down.

You walk slowly, legs taking you to the back to the main practice room where you know the music is coming from plus the voices of people. There’s maybe around 12 people back here, eyes going to you only temporarily before they’re going back to what they are doing. You glance around, feeling a little out of place, eyes going everywhere but in front of you.

“Yeah, ow.” A deep voice suddenly speaks up. Your head snaps up to see you might have stepped on some guys foot as you were walking. “Might help if you actually looked where you were going.”

“Oh shit” You blurt before looking around again but then your eyes go back to the man who stands before you. “Sorry, sorry.” You apologize immediately. “I—“

“Please show it to me again!” A girl wraps her fingers around this guy’s arm. “You know I am terrible at instructions.” She giggles and you look between them. This girl looks a little ridiculous as she fawns over this guy. He is attractive but damn. You find his eyes and his are already on you. He’s not necessarily glaring but you didn’t realize accidentally stepping on someone’s foot was this offensive. 

His eyes narrow at you before releasing a long breath, “Instead of being sorry you should use your eyes.” He’s cold with a harden expression on his face. Lips turned down. 

“It was literally an accident.” You say, trying to understand this guys problem. “So what? I’m not supposed to apologize?”

“You can do what you want.” He dismisses you, turning his body towards the girl before smiling at her. Yeah, smiling. Something you weren’t sure he was capable of. “Then why are you taking dance lessons?” He teases her. “It’s just to spend time with me, isn’t it?” 

“You caught me.” The girl laughs into her hand. Then her eyes go to you, “Uh,” She glances around awkwardly, “Are you taking lessons too or?”

“Oh. This is actually my mom’s studio.” You inform her calmly, trying to ignore the way the guy literally rolls his eyes at that. “I’m looking…for…” You look around the room when you spot a guy at the corner. He’s talking to two other people. Tall, handsome and has a sweet smile. “Never mind,” You suddenly smile while sighing. “Found him.” 

You walk across the room to introduce yourself to who you are sure is Taehyung…but your mom could have mentioned how broad his shoulders are! You get closer and his eyes find you and he smiles immediately. Yup, it’s him.

“y/n?” He asks. Well, at least he knows about you. “Your mom said you’d be coming in today! Said I had to have all kinds of good food for you guys. And told me not to show up if I didn’t have your favorite. Choco pies, right?”

“Oh.” You blink at him, surprised. “I do like them, yeah.” 

“Awesome. You guys have a lot of work to do.” Then he leans in to whisper, “No offense, without your mom…it’s a bit of a mess.” 

“Well, I guess we have to do a good job, right?” You smile for him. “When did you start teaching classes here? I didn’t realize my mom hired anyone else.”

He looks taken aback for a second, “What?” 

“Dance—“

“Dance?” He snorts. “Only craft I’m into is food.”

Now it’s your turn to look taken aback, “But she said…wait…who are you?”

“Right.” He snorts again. “Always forgetting people need an introduction. I’m Jin! I met your mom years ago when I started working as a vendor for the festival. I have my own café though. But your mom has me catering sometimes before the festival to give the dancers some good food to regain some energy.” 

“Food…Jin?” You pull your brows together, clearly you were wrong. You quickly glance around the room again before eyes go back to Jin. “You’re…you’re not Taehyung?” 

“Taehyung?” Jin laughs loudly, “Of course not! Is that who you were looking for?”

“Well, yeah.” You nod awkwardly. “I thought you were him, sorry.” You offer a sheepish smile but Jin just waves you off.

“It’s okay. Your mom brags about you all the time so I know what you look like because she’s shown photos. But no, I’m not Taehyung. Didn’t you already meet him?” Jin looks behind you before raising his hand and pointing behind you. “Over there?”

You’re quick to turn around, eyes roaming around the room but you don’t see anyone that could possibly be Taehyung. “No?”

“Taehyung isn’t hard to miss, y/n.” Jin chuckles and he points again. You follow his fingers and it points to—no. 

“That’s….” You turn back to face Jin. Cheeks hot. “That’s Taehyung?”

“The one and only. You guys are working together, right?” 

“Uh…” You shake your head, still confused, “You’re saying that guy? Over there? Is Taehyung? The super mature, handsome dude? That’s supposed to be him?”

“I guess he is handsome.” Jin rolls his eyes. “Anyway, do you want me to introduce you guys? Properly?”

You’re rushing to shake your head, rejecting the offer. “No, no.” You wave your hands around, “That’s okay. I think I can manage.” 

“Alright, well, I’m going to start bringing some things over. Good luck on today’s practice.” 

“Thanks.” You murmur before spinning in your spot and eyeing the man you met earlier. So that’s Taehyung…not what you were expecting. But it’s okay. First impressions don’t have to mean everything. You’ll just properly introduce yourself and things should be fine. Does it sting that apparently you accidentally stepping on his foot means he’s cold with you right before talking to some girl and flirting with her? Maybe. Because it was an accident.

But it’s okay. You move your feet and head back over to where Taehyung stands, hands on that girl’s hips as she tries out some moves. She sucks. You aren’t sure if she genuinely sucks or she just wants Taehyung’s hands on her. Doesn’t look like he’s complaining though.

“Hi.” You stop in front of them and the feeling of being irked only intensifies. Taehyung stops what he’s doing to close his eyes and take a deep breath but then he opens his eyes again and continues what he was doing. He completely ignored you.

“Hi…” You try again. But nothing. You motion your hand in front of his face, “I said hi.”

“Yeah, I have ears and I use them.” He finally mutters before glancing at you. “Unlike you and your eyes.” 

“I said it was an accident.” You try to speak calmly. “Anyway—”

“—And then you’ll want to put your left leg…no your other left leg,” He chuckles, the girl giggling along as he ignores you again to continue his lesson. 

“Wow.” You murmur to yourself. Nodding your head as you try to not to scoff. This guy is going to really start pissing you off. “So anyway, I just came to introduce myself since we will be—”

“—You know, I don’t think I have ever met someone this dense.” Taehyung’s hands leave the girls hips, his voice directed towards her but you know he’s talking about you. “Can you believe it?”

The girl laughs awkwardly, her eyes going to you before she whispers, “Are…are you talking about…”

Finally Taehyung turns to face you fully, his expression looks bored as he eyes you over. “y/n. Yeah, hi. No need for introductions. I know exactly who you are.”

You look at him in disbelief. “You do?” You ask slowly. “Okay.”

Taehyung raises his wrist and looks at his watch, “Wow, an entire hour late. You’re really the pick of the patch, huh?” 

“I just flew in today.” You defend, voice still calm. “My mom didn’t tell me I was supposed to be here until—”

“We have three weeks to make this the best festival dance anyone’s ever seen. But you can’t even show up on time.” Taehyung scoffs, “At least tell me you remember basic steps?”

“Like the ones my mom did in the past?”

“Yup.”

“Um, I think so. It’s been a while so—”

“Sure has, hasn’t it? When was the last time you came home?” He asks, an arrogant atmosphere clouding the area. “Or do you even know?”

“I’m sorry,” You try not to laugh, “Can’t help but sense some tension here.” 

“Oh, the spidey senses work unlike her eyes.” Taehyung tells the girl.

“I’m sorry, do you not like me for some reason?” You finally ask him right out. 

“Yeah, for some reason.” Taehyung dismisses you again, “Anyway, sorry Ida. I got to establish a routine with this one over here,” He motions towards you, “Work with Jimin when he gets here. He can help you.” 

“Oh, Jimin’s coming?” The girl—Ida—brightens before she’s walking to the other side of the room to join a few others. 

“Okay,” He takes another deep breath before facing you. “Show me what you remember.” 

“What?” You take a step back, feeling put on the spot. “I don’t know what I remember! Plus, isn’t it going to be different since we’re doing something…” you gesture between your bodies, “You know, together.”

“You should still know the basics, y/n.” Taehyung rubs his temples, “Don’t tell me you don’t even know that much? I can’t believe you’re Auntie’s daughter.” He looks genuinely disappointed. 

“Just…” Your cheeks feel warm, you try to remain calm but you’re feeling embarrassed. “Just show me, I’m sure I’ll get familiar pretty quickly.” 

Taehyung stares at you, his eyes boring into yours and you don’t let yourself feel intimidated. “Fine.” He finally says, “But if you don’t pick it up quickly, I’m just going to have Ida replace you.”

You scoff at this, “That girl didn’t even know which leg was her left leg.”

“And you don’t know how to use your eyes.” The corner of his lip lifts, “So are you really one to talk?” 

“Just teach me so we can get this over with.”

“Wow, look at you, saying things that I don’t disagree with.” Taehyung deadpans, “You have no idea how much I would also love to get this over with.” 

~

“How is it that you got the basic steps but you don’t know how to work with a freaking partner?” Taehyung groans while rubbing the top of his foot. “How many times are you going to step on me, y/n?”

“It isn’t my fault!” You whine, “We just aren’t in sync.”

“Because you don’t know how to follow my lead.”

“Maybe you aren’t a good leader.”

“Or maybe you don’t know how to listen.”

“You know what,” You plop your bottom on the ground, legs crossing in front of you. “Maybe we just need to take a break.” 

“A break?” Taehyung looks at you incredulously. “We have three-“

“—Yes, three weeks to perfect this dance between us. Yeah, you’ve told me like seven times now.”

“Do I need to say it an eighth for you to get it?” He sits next to you before he’s leaning back, spreading his legs and looking up at the ceiling. “This is a really important year, you know?”

“Because it’s your debut?” You joke. “Now that my mom isn’t the main one?”

“Your mom…” Taehyung sighs out, “Has made the festival special for years…people are going to really feel her absence this year and we have to be good enough as the replacements.” 

Well, someone’s a perfectionist, you think.

“And,” He continues, “She’s going to be a part of that crowd that watches and don’t you want to make her happy? Proud?”

You look down at Taehyung, he’s lying on the dance floor, arms resting behind his head. “Of course I want my mom to feel happy.”

“Then let’s do a good job.” He says. His eyes still on the ceiling and he speaks much more softly. “We can do that much for her.” 

“Okay…” you mumble. “But I think we’ve been at this forever. A break really could be a good thing.” 

Taehyung sits up, his head nodding. “Okay. Let’s head to the botanical garden, where the festival is taking place. Some of the other dancers are there, the group dancers are already practicing on that stage.” 

“Oh. It’s been a while.” You say, beginning to stand when you hear Taehyung chuckle humorlessly.

“Yeah, it has.” 

You glance at him but ignore his snide comment. “Anyway, there’s already festivities at the gardens, right? Like the hay ride and corn maze and whatever.”

Taehyung stands now too, “Don’t forget the most popular thing there.” He laughs a little, “The pumpkin patch. I was thinking of buying a couple to carve.”

“Not a fan.” You say nonchalantly, walking towards the mirrored wall where your bag is lying on the floor.

“Of what?”

“The pumpkin patch.” You shrug. “Pumpkins gross me out.”

“What?” Taehyung narrows his eyes at you, “You can’t be serious. It’s…pumpkins. It’s literally the thing everyone loves most? You can carve them? Paint them? Aren’t you an artist??” 

“Give me a blank canvas, please. Not a gross little pumpkin.”

“Are you really Auntie’s daughter?” Taehyung asks with big eyes, “Your mom loves the pumpkins! I swear she has like 10 outside her house right now.” 

“…How close are you with my mom anyway?” You ask him but he just blinks at you for a few moments before his gaze hardens again and he scoffs.

“A lot closer than you.” He turns to start leaving, “Let’s go.”

~~~

It’s around 8pm when you finally make it back to your house. You’re parked in the driveway, looking around to see a lot of different cars parked around. You don’t remember this street being that busy. You brush it off and open the trunk to pull a few bags of groceries. 

Hands full, because you’ll be damned if you made two trips and struggling to get the front door open. Finally, after a what felt like an eternity of struggling, you manage to get through the door. You announce your arrival in a sing song voice but you stop in your tracks when you see your mom and four other ladies plus one man seated in the living area to the left. “Oh.” You blurt before one of the bags falls to the ground.

“y/n!” Your mom stands with a huge smile, “You’re home already? We just got some coffee started…” She looks around, “My book club.” She finally explains. “We meet pretty often…I hope you don’t mind.”

“We get a little rowdy.” A woman with short silver hair raises a fist up, “We can’t help it.”

“Not rowdy, Soonja. Passionate.” Another lady speaks up. “You’ll scare away a potential new member when you use words like that.”

“So you want me to lie, Eunja?” The first woman, Soonja, asks with a smirk on her lips. “You told me to stop doing that!” 

“I meant when it came to if you actually read the chapter in the book!” Eunja exclaims, “And of course when someone asks how old you are.”

“I’m a woman. I’m supposed to lie about my age once my hair turns gray.” She waves her off, “Plus you’re the real liar. You dye your hair black.”

“I do not!” Eunja looks offended, “It’s natural.”

“Psh,”

“You’re y/n?” Another lady with long hair stands from one of the sofas, “Ignore them.” She smiles. “They only know how entertain us. I’m Jiwon.” 

“Oh.” You quickly give her a nod and smile. “Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 

“You didn’t interrupt.” The man says, “The book was getting boring anyway.”

“I beg to differ!” Another woman speaks up. “You just don’t have the emotional intelligence to understand the depth of this particular chapter.”

“And you do?” He raises a brow at her.

“I can’t believe they’re married.” Soonja scoffs. “Anyway, y/n. Your mom says you’re in town for a little while?”

“Uh, yeah.” Your arms hurt from the groceries you’re carrying. “Probably longer than my mom knows about.” You laugh and you catch your mom’s gaze when she looks confused before she’s smiling gently towards you. 

“You want to stay longer?” she asks.

“We can talk about it later.” You shake your head, still smiling. “Anyway, I should put these away! I’ll leave you all to it.”

“Sounds good!” Your mom calls out as you start making your way to the kitchen. 

It’s after 9pm now. You’re sitting at the humble breakfast table in the kitchen, fingers busy on your laptop as you search up some things. It’s hard to concentrate with the constant banter and laughter happening on the other side of the house. Soonja wasn’t kidding, they are rowdy. You’re starting to wonder if the coffee they’re drinking is spiked. But it sounds like they’re all having fun, including your mom. You’re glad she hasn’t been lonely.

That was the main thing holding you back from moving far away to pursue your art career. You didn’t want to leave your mom but your mom is the one who urged you to leave. She cheered you on and supported you in ways you’re always going to be grateful for. But seeing how busy she is, gives you comfort that she’s been okay all this time. 

“Wow,” Your mom walks into the kitchen after finally seeing her last guest out. “You know our book club is supposed to end at 8:30?! But I swear everyone loses their ability to read time once we’re together.” She laughs as she takes a seat next to you at the table.

You look at her with soft eyes, “I think I heard you guys talk about the book maybe twice.”

“Hey,” Your mom shushes you, “Don’t you know the book is only half the fun?”

“Half? That’s a little generous, don’t you think?” You tease your mom and she just laughs it off.

“They’re a fun group, huh?”

“Seems like it.” You agree with her, “When did this start?”

“Hmm maybe what? Four years ago?” She wonders and you feel your guilt deepen. Damn, how long has it been since you’ve returned here? You didn’t even know about this book club.

“Oh. Nice.” You murmur. “Oh yeah. I kind of, uh…well, I was thinking of staying for a while.”

Your moms face brightens, “How long is a while?”

“Maybe just 6 months or so. I think some time home could be good.” You admit to her and she softens.

“Of course. Whatever is going to make you happy, y/n. I know the house is a little cramped but we can make it work!”

“Actually, about that.” You eye her carefully. “I was thinking of getting my own place? Nearby, of course. But—”

“Of course!” Your mom cuts in, excited. “Your own space and privacy is very important. I know a few places around that offer short leases. I know you said money was tight so I will help in all the ways.” She grins at you. “In fact, I know a perfect place!”

“You do?” You widen your eyes, “For real?”

“Yes!” She reaches across the table for a sticky note and a pen and starts scribbling. “I know the landlord here so maybe he can offer something more affordable. And we can get some help to move your bedroom furniture and I have other furniture in storage from years ago!” She looks up at you, “You’ll have your own place in no time.”

“Oh, okay.” You blink at her, “This was easier than I thought.”

“Nothing should be hard, my love.” Your mom grabs your hand, “Mom will always help.” 

You pout at her for a second, lips jutted out cutely and she just squeezes your hand. “Mom.” You playfully whine, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, y/n. But knowing you’ve been living for you…nothing makes me happier.” 

“I don’t know how true that is.” You laugh a little, “It’s not exactly going great.”

“What’s the problem?”

“Nothing I make is…good.”

“I’m sure that’s not true…”

“It is.” You chuckle, “I make something I think might be good but in the end I’m told that it’s not. At least I’m still selling some stuff. Someone out there must have bad taste.” You shake your head, still laughing. 

“I beg to differ. Your art is gorgeous.”

“You’re my mom.” You deadpan, then you sigh out heavily. “I just don’t think I’m in the mindset…a break is probably good, right?”

“Yeah.” She squeezes your hand again, “A change in scenery too. Maybe you’ll get inspired again. Sometimes you need changes to keep you going and to keep things evolving. When you stay in the same place for so long it can get stagnant, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe that’s it.” You shrug. “Anyway, I’ll go check out this complex tomorrow after rehearsal.” You take the sticky note.

Your mom’s eyes expand before she’s pinching your arm, “Speaking of! How did it go? You met with Taehyung, right? Such a good guy, isn’t he?”

“Uh.” You glance around, lip stuck between your teeth as you try to answer this without crushing your mother’s dreams. “He’s…something.”

“He really is something isn’t he?” She pats your shoulder now, “Be good to him, okay?”

~~~

Ha, bright and early…okay, 11am…but its two hours before the rehearsal meeting time and you cannot wait to see Taehyung walk in and see the inevitable look of shock on his face when he sees you. You’ve decided to come early so you can practice alone, you know, get a head start and also show how serious you are about this festival dance. He isn’t the only one who wants to make your mom smile because you guys are doing her role justice. 

You’ve already stretched and done a few warm up dances and it feels good, honestly. Empty practice room and a set goal in mind. Prove to Taehyung you’re not some lazy, incompetent daughter who doesn’t deserve to fill this role for your mom. Believe it or not, you actually used to be pretty skilled with dancing. Makes sense, you were a part of your mothers dance classes since you could walk. But sometime in middle school you stopped attending because your mom enrolled you in your true passion—art classes. 

It's almost 12 when you hear the footsteps of someone coming through. You turn your head to the side while doing some forward folding exercises when you see Taehyung making his way into the room. You sit up straight, a smirk so close to forming, waiting for him to express his genuine shock that you’re here and all the praises that come with it. But he only pauses for a moment, empty eyes on you before looking away and walking towards the mirrored wall to set his bag down. 

Nothing. No reaction. No readable expression. Literally nothing. You’re trying not to slump your shoulders but it’s hard not to hide your disappointment and you’re starting to wonder if you’ve always been a people pleaser. “Hey.” You mutter quietly, body folding forward again as you cup your toes in your hands. “You’re here early.”

“I like to come before everyone else to be alone.” He tells you while pulling a bottle of water from his bag. “But I guess that’s not happening.” 

You decide to stand and walk towards him, hands on your hip as you sigh out in defeat, “Look,” You try to look at his eyes but he will barely look at you. “My mom thinks we’re naturally going to, and I quote, ‘hit it off’ and we clearly aren’t. But for her sake I am trying to get along with you despite the fact you’re being,” You gesture towards him knowingly. “And she’s coming to the studio today to check things out so it would be great if you could act like you don’t hate me while she’s here.”

Taehyung stares at himself in the mirror, his own look of defeat gracing his features before he releases a long breath and turning to face you. “I don’t think I hate you.” He tells you quietly, a small shrug before he continues. “At least you’re here so it’s something. But getting along is an entirely different thing. But yeah, for your mom, I’ll be not so…” He gestures towards himself the same way you did to him just a second ago. “Cool?” He gives you a slightly annoyed look before brushing past you. “Let’s start practicing our dance. And if you step on my toes—”

“—I won’t! Seriously. But at least learn to treat what we’re doing as teamwork.”

“Teamwork?” He whips his head in your direction with a raised brow. “I lead. You follow.”

“That’s still teamwork, dumbass.” 

“Oh? Are we name calling now?” He asks you, his expression is still hardened and barely readable but the sound of his voice almost sounds amused. “What should I call you then? Something you’d really hate, right?”

“Say anything disrespectful like bitch and I’ll kick you—”

“Pumpkin.” He says the word slowly. “It works doesn’t it?”

“That’s…” Your expression tells all. A serious look of disturbance. “That’s somehow actually worse.”

“Perfect.” He grins at you. Yes, his lips have managed to lift up in your presence. But it’s menacing. “Then let’s start practicing now. Pumpkin.” 

You shudder at the hideous name, “You’re just not a good person, are you?”

“Do I need to be?” He asks before he’s stretching. “Also,” he lifts his head to gaze at you with curious eyes. “What did your mom mean by ‘hit it off’?” 

You feel heat creep up your body. Embarrassment. “Uh, like get along, I guess.” 

“Interesting.” He murmurs. “Different from what she usually says.”

“And what does she usually say?”

“That we should—”

“—Guess who comes bearing gifts!” Jin suddenly walks through with a few brown paper bags. “I made an assortment of fruit tarts for you guys today. Dropping them off a little early since it’s Saturday and the café gets busy. Going to put them in the fridge in the back!” He sings out, walking past you two. 

“I didn’t even hear him come in?” You wonder out loud.

“He’s sneaky like that.” Taehyung chuckles, “Anyway, you all warmed up? Ready to start?”

~

“Fine,” Taehyung sits down out of breath, “I’ll admit it, okay? Is that what you want?”

You stand in front of him, smirk on your lips with a look of pride. “Yes.”

“Fine. You improved. You’re a fast learner. You’re the best, jeez, what else do you want from me? Didn’t I say I lead and you follow?” He wipes some sweat from his hairline. “I felt like your little mistress, helpless in your arms while you spun me around.”

“That’s,” You start laughing, “That’s oddly specific.”

“Because it was a specific feeling. And god, it was odd.” He pretends to get the chills. “Anyway, your mom is going to be pleased with this progress. When did she say she was going to swing by?”

“I think around 4?” You glance around the busy room of others trying to rehearse their parts as well. “Not sure the time though.”

Taehyung looks at his watch, “It’s almost 4.” He lets you know, “We can take a break for a minute. Jin’s fruit tarts?” He nods towards the back. “They’re delicious.”

“Oh,” You’re surprised. Like he wants to eat them together? “Sure.” 

You both head towards a back room that has a few tables and the fridge. Taehyung pulls out two of the fruit tarts and hands you one. “The cream he uses is just…” He rolls his eyes in satisfaction. “Try it.”

You take a bite of it and moan into the treat. 

Taehyung’s eyebrows rise towards his hairline, trying his best not to laugh. “I mean, I knew they were good. But damn, that good?”

“Hi!” You hear the voice of your mom suddenly, you spin in your spot to see her coming inside the room. “I was told you two were back here! Enjoying a snack?”

“Auntie!” Taehyung lights up like he’s 8 years old and it’s time to open presents at his super hero themed birthday party. He goes up to your mom and hugs her, rocking her around while she pats his back.

“Hi Taehyung.” She steps back from him, “Are you eating well?”

“Yeah, I still have some side dishes you made stored away in my fridge.”

“Oh good!” She clasps her hands together. “Anyway,” She glances at the both of you, “It feels great to see you both in the same room!” 

“Mom…” You look at her unenthused.

“What?” She blinks at you innocently. “I know Taehyung agrees.” She winks at him but he starts to look how you’re feeling.

“Auntie…” Now he’s quietly groaning in his spot, also silently scolding her. “Have you been resting well?”

“Oh, you worry too much.” She’s shaking her head and waving him off. “But listen, I was thinking…”

“Thinking about what?” You take another bite of the fruit tart.

“If you wanted to make some money since you’re going to find a place…” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “Why don’t you teach some classes here? You and Taehyung can split the days and lessons. He’s swamped since I’m not as involved.”

“Auntie, it’s okay.” He tells her quickly. “I’m handling it.”

“I know you are.” She assures him with a smile. “But you’re over worked. And y/n knows enough to teach some lower level classes while you handle the more challenging ones?” 

“Well…” He bites his lips, recalling how good you were just 10 minutes ago. “Yeah, she probably could…I mean, if she wanted.”

“You’re not involved anymore?” You lower the fruit tart from your mouth. “Like at all?”

“No, I am. But I’m just so tired these days.” She continues to smile, “It’s hard to keep up with lessons when kids are running around me and I got to chase after them.” She laughs now. “But Taehyung is just great with them.”

Taehyung shrugs at this while giving your mom a sheepish smile. “It’s nothing really.”

“Oh.” Your eyebrows slightly furrow. “Sorry you aren’t as involved mom…I know this place is everything to you.”

Your mom softens at your words before she steps closer and cups your cheek, “No, not everything.” 

“Well,” You glance between her and Taehyung before nodding. “I can help out, sure, that’s a good idea. You won’t mind…right, Taehyung?”

“I thought my name was dumbass?” He tries to keep a straight face when you widen your eyes at him. “But sure. It sounds great. Pumpkin.”

~~~

It’s a small apartment complex. But Mr. Jung has shown you one of his available units and it’s exactly what you’re needing. Something simple and cozy. You look down at your list of requirements and see that you’ve checked off every single thing on the list.

“I like it.” You tell Mr. Jung. “When is the soonest I could move in…?”

“Well,” He closes the apartment door behind him as you two stand outside. “It might take a few days for everything to be approved but perhaps Thursday or Friday.”

“Oh!” You feel excitement rush through you. “That’s so soon.” 

“You are applying for a 6 month lease, correct?”

“Yes. I’m only in town temporarily.”

“That’s great. I’ve been looking for someone to fill this unit. Last tenant moved out almost 4 months ago!”

“I guess it was just meant to be then.” You smile. “Thanks for making time to show me around today.”

“Of course.” He smiles back at you. “When your mom called, I just couldn’t say no to an old friend.” 

And that’s how you got your temporary cozy apartment. Mr. Jung called you on Tuesday letting you know you’ve been approved and could move in on Thursday. And Thursday came fast. Jin and two of his friends helped you move furniture and helped you get settled into your new place. Taehyung couldn’t help since he was giving lessons at the studio all day. Not that he was wanting to help you. But you can tell he would give your mom a hand whenever she would ask.

Every time you think Taehyung could be warming up to you, you are just proven how wrong that assumption is. He’s given you nothing. Just talks about your dance routine, fake kindness when your mom is around and the annoying use of the word pumpkin. Other than that he ignores you.

It’s now Wednesday and approximately a week and a half until the festival. Exactly ten days and you’re wondering if you and Taehyung are ever going to master being in sync. You’re both decently skilled—him more than you—but you can’t seem to dance together. It’s probably the lack of proper communication…it’s mostly just annoyed looks and snarky comments. Or straight up complaining. 

You’ve taught a few classes today and your mom was right…chasing after a bunch of 6 year old’s is exhausting. But Taehyung asked if you guys could have a late rehearsal since he’s also teaching classes today. Neither of you had a chance to rehearse yesterday and you cannot fall behind. 

It’s almost 9 at night when Taehyung drags his feet into the empty practice room. He looks tired and you get it. You’re also tired. “Do you think we could get through the routine a few times without fucking up?” He chuckles quietly to himself. “Because I highly doubt it.”

“Well, if you’d actually listen to me and get in sync with me then maybe we could.” You retort quickly, not loving his attitude already.

“So it’s my fault I can’t get along with you?” He exhales tiredly, “Think you managed that on your own.”

You can’t help the scoff that leaves you, “Wow, Taehyung. Thought we were talking about dancing.”

“Whatever.”

“I’m tired of this.” You shake your head, words leaving you quietly in a mumble. “Why are you in such a bad mood?”

“I’ve had a long day.” He tells you. “Classes, errands, making sure things at the gardens is being properly set up—I’m everywhere all at once. Between the studio, the pharmacy—I just need to relax but instead I’m here with you and in a cycle of sucking at this routine. Because you can’t let me fucking lead. It’s not that hard. The entire beginning of our dance we’re not even touching, just have to be synchronized.” 

“And when we do have to touch you don’t even commit.” You say with a straight face. “I don’t know what I’ve done—”

“—You’ve done nothing.” He narrows his eyes at you. “And don’t you think that’s the issue?”

“What?” You look at him incredulously. “I seriously don’t fucking understand you. But look, we both want to do a good job, right?”

“Obviously.” He grunts, annoyed that this conversation is still going.

“Then get over your stupid disdain for me and dance with me.” 

Taehyung is quiet. He’s got a frown pulling down his lips, lips that won’t part to speak. His jaw clenches before he nods at you. Silent dancing, it is.

~

It’s the next day and you’re feeling happy that your last class ended at 3pm today. You know Taehyung has his last one until 4 so you’re sure he’s relieved about that as well. This dance has the both of you stressed out. After running a few errands around town, you finally make it back home to your apartment complex. 

You curse to yourself though…your frustration building as you stand outside your front door. The key code isn’t working again. You keep entering the code but nope, nothing. 

“You have to press the check mark.” A voice suddenly has you jumping in your spot. You’re quick to turn around, eyes going wide as Taehyung looks down at the number pad. “You didn’t press it. Are you seriously only remembering sometimes?”

“You freaking scared me!” You whisper shout at him. “What—what are you doing here?”

He glances around before answering you, “Uh, helping you?”

“No,” You shake your head, “I mean…like, what are you doing here? At my apartment?”

“You think you’re the only one who lives here?” 

“Huh?”

He looks the left and then points, “My apartment is like 3 doors down.” He tells you all nonchalant. 

“Your what…” Then realization hits you. “Mom.”

“I saw you struggling for like a solid 5 minutes.” His lips start to lift into a sly smile. “I was wondering how long you’d keep going but it was a bit sad.”

“You watched me struggle for 5 minutes and didn’t come help me?”

“Well, I’m here now.” He shrugs.

“After 5 minutes?”

“Should I have waited until after 10?”

“You. Are. The. Worst.” 

“It’s fine if it’s you who thinks that.” He shrugs again, “Anyway, the check mark. Not that hard Einstein.”

“Not that hard Einstein.” You mock him. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes and gives you a tiny salute before he is about to turn away from you to head to his apartment but stops. He looks down at his front pocket, patting his jeans until he is pulling his phone out and you watch as his expression grows serious.

“Hello?” He answers the phone quickly. “Yes this is he.” And then his face starts paling and he finds your eyes. “Got it. I’ll be there as soon as possible.” You stare at him in confusion when he grabs your wrist and starts pulling you. “We have to go.” 

You want to pull back from him and simply ask what’s going on but the look of sheer panic on his face is enough to make you lose words. He tightens his grip around your wrist and walks quickly and you’re struggling to keep up with him. “Slow down.” You whine a bit, “Where are we going?”

“That was the hospital.” He says in a rush. “Put your seatbelt on.” He says the moment you two make it to his car. 

“The hospital?” You ask cluelessly as you open the passenger car door and slip inside. “Why? Is everything okay?”

Taehyung plops down into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “It was the hospital. What do you think?” He asks you curtly, “Seatbelt. Now.” He looks at you before he’s reversing from his parking spot.

“I’m confused. Is everything okay? Why did the hospital call you?”

Taehyung is breathing more heavily now, the situation stressing him out but he still finds the time to snap his head in your direction and look at you with disbelief. “Your mom.” He clarifies, hoping that is enough for you to understand.

“My…my mom?” Now you feel some of his panic start to seep into your own body. “Is she okay? Did something happen?”

“She collapsed.” He tells you, eyes on the road. 

“Collapsed? Why would she collapse? Did she trip on something?” You start feeling anxious, “Was she in some kind of accident?”

Taehyung’s brows pinch together, his own confusion growing as he sees how you’re panicking, you keep voicing your thoughts out loud as you wonder why.

“Wait,” You shake your head, pausing all the possibilities of what could have happened. “Why did they call you?”

“I’m her contact.” He tries to remain calm, “They always call me.”

“…Always?” 

Taehyung’s expression grows more confused until he isn’t confused anymore. He thinks he finally gets it. He thinks he’s finally understanding. He’s quiet.

“Always?” You repeat. “What does that mean?”

He keeps driving. Eyes on the road but suddenly he’s experiencing his heart sinking for what feels like the millionth time in his life. He pulls into the hospital and parks his car. He unbuckles the seatbelt and slowly turns in your direction. You look lost. And he thinks it’s because you are.

“y/n…” He says your name carefully. “Fuck…” He sighs out, “Do you not…”

“What?” You’re losing patience as you’re thinking of all the worst possibilities. “What’s happening? Is my mom okay? Did they say she was okay? Was it an accident?”

Taehyung gazes at you, eyes beginning to fill with pity. And then he’s dragging a hand down his face before he tries to speak again. “y/n…your mom…shit, okay. Listen, it’s…”

“Can you actually talk?” You snap at him. “You aren’t saying anything.”

“Your mom is sick.” He blurts it out quickly. And when you stare at him with a blank expression he softens in his spot. “…didn’t you know?”

“Know what?” You murmur.

“She’s…your mom is really sick. She has been for…since before I graduated, I think? She didn’t tell me until a couple years after.” He admits to you. “But…did you not know?”

“I…” You keep staring at him, not entirely sure you understand. “I don’t really know what you’re saying.” 

“Shit,” He closes his eyes, “Shit. Shit. I’m so sorry…” He lifts his hands to his face and rubs it over and over. “Fuck, I really didn’t know you didn’t…”

“Taehyung.” You say his name but your voice cracks. “I don’t really…” You’re in shock. You aren’t sure you’re processing what he’s saying. “What does sick mean…?”

“She…she has ALS.” He says softly, “They aren’t expec—”

“—What is that?” You continue to panic, “I don’t know what that is.” 

Taehyung feels his eyes sting, his heart breaking more. You really didn’t know. He tries to swallow before he answers, “It’s uh, It’s called Lou Gehrig’s Disease…it’s rare. Um, it’s like a nervous system disease and,” He pauses, trying to collect himself. “Fuck it’s uh, it like weakens the muscles so it’—it can be tough for her.”

“…Okay? So what does she need? Physical therapy?” You ask him, your eyes searching his and he wants to tell you that yes, she just needs physical therapy. But that’s not how this works.

“It’s…it’s not that simple…it can’t be cured.” He tells you regretfully, “I know since you’ve been here she’s been seeming okay. But it typically isn’t like this. There’s more bad days than good.”

“What?” You blink your eyes repeatedly, layer of tears forming.

“Sometimes she can’t even eat properly…it’s…it’s gotten worse this year. The doctors don’t think she will…”

“Will what?” You ask, your defenses rising.

“She doesn’t have a lot of time, y/n.” He tells you quietly, softly, regret in his voice and you don’t think you heard him properly. But you did. And that’s why you’re finally letting tears begin to drip from your eyes. “Hey,” He hesitates but his fingers brush against your cheek, “I know this isn’t easy. But your mom has been so strong and she’s just tired now, y/n…they didn’t even think she was going to live past 5 years—“

“—Stop” You cut him off, tears still spilling from your eyes but you can’t even blink now. “Just stop…she’s sick? She didn’t tell me?” You look into his eyes and he can see your anger. “She told you but not me?”

“I know,” He doesn’t move his fingers from your face. “I know. But…she probably just didn’t want to worry you or something, I don’t know. But she has her reasons, don’t you think? You are your mom’s world.” He whispers. “And right now she just needs you next to her.”

You finally slam your eyes shut, more tears streaming but you try to hold it together. “She’s here?” You choke out. “Can we see her?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung finally lets his hand drop. “Come on.” 

~

You want to be angry because you are angry…technically. But more than anything you’re shocked and just completely sad. Taehyung walks close to you, his arm brushing against yours and he keeps glancing at your every 5 seconds. He’s worried and you almost want to laugh because you never thought that there would be a day that he would be worried about you.

He stops suddenly, his hand reaching for your wrist to stop you from walking as well. “This room.” He tells you softly, “It’s here.”

“Oh.” You look at the closed door.

“You want to go in alone?”

“No.” You shake your head slowly, “Be with me.”

“Okay.” He nods, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist when he guides you more towards the door. He uses his other hand to knock at the door before cracking it open. After a moment he opens it all the way. His eyes grow tender when he spots your mom. “Hi Auntie.” 

You just watch him. He looks experienced. Like looking at your mom who lays in a hospital bed isn’t something new and the thought makes you feel crushed. You finally gather your own courage and step through the room and look at her for yourself. 

Your mom is sat up in bed and you want to sob. Because she looks the same. A gentle smile on her face and eyes that shine with so much love. “Hi, my love.” She calls out for you. “Come here.”

Taehyung lets go of your wrist and your feet stumble forward. You don’t think you see even an ounce of regret on her features. She just looks genuinely happy to see you and you can’t tell how you feel about it.

“You okay?” She asks you, her head titled up. “I know this might be a little surprising.”

You actually scoff. “A little?” You repeat her choice of words before scrunching your brows together and you know she can see the look of betrayal on your face.

“It’s okay if you’re mad.” She tells you, tone nice and soothing. “I’m fine with the decisions I’ve made.”

“How…” You pause to take a deep breath. “How could you say that?”

“I want you to live your life, y/n.” She tells you like it’s simple. “I wanted you to live your dream but if you knew…” She closes her eyes for a moment, her own emotions visiting. “I didn’t want to be a reason for you to hold yourself back.” She tells you. 

Taehyung watches as you stare down at your mom and he’s understanding so much now. He feels guilty. Beyond guilty. He’s treated you like such an asshole. But he thought you knew about your mom’s condition and still chose to be so far away. He had no idea you were clueless. It hurts to watch your mom having to had suffer for so long already but now he sees how you’re suffering too. 

“So we are going to keep her a few days.” The doctor neither you nor Taehyung noticed speaks up. “You know the drill already Mr. Kim…we need to monitor just for a bit.”

Taehyung glances at the doctor before nodding. “Okay. I can go grab a bag for her.” He says, “I shouldn’t be gone too long.”

“No,” You turn to look at Taehyung, your eyes shining at him with unfallen tears. “I’ll go. I just need to make a bag for her, right? Some of her things?”

“Oh.” Taehyung’s eyes go to your mom and she just nods. “Okay…are you sure? I can go, y/n.”

“I want to go…I need to just…process.” You admit to him as you walk closer to him, “Alone.”

~

You’re standing in front of your childhood home again but the mix of emotions you’re feeling are nothing like the ones from the other week. You almost don’t even want to walk in but well, you have to.

As soon as you step into the house, instead of the scent of cookies, you get hit hard with the scent of your mother. You walk further into the home and it’s like she is everywhere. You’re suddenly hyperaware of how this house is not just a house but your mom’s home. 

You walk down the hall and stop outside your mom’s bedroom door. You don’t think you’ve been in here for years but you’re sure you’ll manage finding her belongings. You creak the door open and your eyes go wide when you enter the room. You look around, from her comforter to her nightstand to the art on her walls. And your face twists into one of devastation. Mouth hanging open as the tears truly break. Your art. Your paintings. They hang on her walls.

And this is the reality. Paintings that you knew weren’t good enough. But bought by an anonymous buyer…here they are, proudly decorating her room. And this reality crashes into you. Feeling every ounce of every moment you have spent away from her. From your home.

You stumble towards her bed, body falling to the mattress and you bury your face into the blanket. Tears soaking the material as you sob. You cry until you can’t cry anymore.

~~~

The house feels lonely since your mom is still at the hospital. It’s Saturday now and you know you have to get up from this bed and drag your sad ass to the studio to rehearse with Taehyung. But getting up sounds like a lot of work. You wish you could quit the entire festival but you realize now why Taehyung has made such a big deal out of it. He isn’t being a perfectionist because it’s his debut. He just wants to give your mom the best festival because it will probably be her last.

That last thought makes you heart sink but this is the reality and you aren’t sure you want to spend your time sulking and wasting precious time on things you cannot control. Instead, you finally throw the blanket off you and get ready. Because your mom deserves the best festival of her life. 

You’re sure the studio is busy as usual, you’re a bit late but Taehyung didn’t try to reach out to you so maybe he’s distracted enough with a pretty girl who doesn’t know left from right. But you’re wrong. As soon as you walk into the building, you see Taehyung sitting at the front desk before he lifts his head and wide eyes land on you.

“You came?” The two words tumble out quickly. He stands from the chair and walks around the desk to get closer to you. “I…” His eyes slide to the side, “I wasn’t sure you were going to be up to rehearsing today.”

“You’d chew me out if I didn’t show up.” You shrug at him, eyes still swollen. “Don’t need to add to the list of things you don’t approve of me.”

Taehyung sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as an inevitable look of guilt falls over his face. “I don’t…” He pauses, eyes studying you and he realizes he’s probably lost any chance of redeeming himself. You don’t like him and it serves him right. 

“We can take it easy today if you—”

“—that’s the last thing I want.” You show him a joyless smile. “I’d rather work extra hard. I don’t know,” you give a huge, exaggerated shrug. “Maybe work so hard I pass out and actually get a little sleep.” 

“No passing out.” Taehyung lifts his lips a little, “But you know, if you’re having trouble sleeping maybe I could he—”

He stops when he sees how you raise a defensive brow, “How could you possibly help? Look, no need to suddenly be nice to me because my mom’s dying.”

“y/n… I wasn’t—”

“—Actually, you knew about that already so why are you suddenly being nice to me?” You narrow your eyes for a moment but he’s lost for words, not entirely sure what to say and then you connect the dots. “Right.” You click your tongue. “You thought I knew about her being sick, right? You thought I was just some selfish daughter who didn’t care about my mom’s health and left her to live my life!” 

“y/n—”

“—Like, wow. You didn’t even give me a chance. You just automatically assumed I was some selfish, heartless person. You wanted me to be like that in your eyes?” You continue to glare at him but he immediately parts his lips in panic.

“No! Trust me, no.” He shakes his head as he gazes at you. “Trust me, the last thing I wanted was to think that way of you.” Then he lightly scoffs to himself, “I didn’t want to disappointment my 12 year old self like that.” 

You pull your brows together, “You didn’t want to…what?” and then you shake your head, feeling tired all over again. “Anyway, let’s just practice. I also…” You finally find his eyes again before expressing your mental defeat. “I also want to do well.”

~

Monday and you’re panicking because the day of the festival dance is only 5 days away. You don’t think you and Taehyung have improved your synchronization. When you guys do moves that require him to have his hands on you, he’s always hesitant and it looks painfully awkward.

“Have you never touched a girl before?” You finally huff out, getting frustrated over another failed attempt at the routine. “This isn’t middle school.”

“I just…” He groans, feeling just as frustrated as you. “It’s kind of hard.”

“Yeah, a woman’s waist is really the most difficult thing.” You roll your eyes before jogging towards the mirror to grab your bottle of water. 

“We haven’t as much as high fived before, y/n.” Taehyung deadpans. “How am I supposed to feel comfortable touching your body? When I don’t know what’s comfortable for you either?”

“Are you really overthinking this much?” You look at him incredulously before bringing the bottle to your lips and chugging the water back and then you pause and pull the bottle away from your mouth. “You had zero issue grabbing onto Ida’s hips when you helped her.”

“Ida is into me. She wants me to touch her like that.” He shrugs, “You on the other hand, I’m afraid I’ll…” Taehyung’s eyes go all around the practice room, cheeks heating up. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You’re that worried about it?” You set the bottle down. “Fine. Okay.” You nod, look of determination on your face. “Let’s fix that then. If we don’t this is going to look awkward as hell.”

“Fix it how?” Taehyung looks at you, confused.

“Let’s get comfortable with one another. We could do some exercises to help.” 

He raises his brows, mouth opening to speak but he closes it again.

“What?” You walk back to the middle of the practice room, standing in front of him, “Don’t tell me you can’t even do that?”

“I don’t even know what that is? Like, what do you mean?” He finally asks.

“Oh.” You realize you don’t necessarily know either, you were just going to wing it. You glance around the room until your eyes land on your hand. You lift it to your face and inspect it before you nod. “This.” You say before showing him your palm, urging him to hit it with his own. “You said we hadn’t as much as high-fived before.” You finally smile. “We could start there.”

He stares at you before he’s snorting. “Seriously?”

“What?” You smirk at him, “Should I have asked you to just hold on to my waist until it finally feels comfortable for us?”

And for the first time ever you think you see Taehyung blush. “You’re something…” He looks off to the side, “But honestly,” His eyes go back to you. “I think we could start with talking.”

“Talking?” You lower your hand. “About?”

“I want to apologize.” He tells you sincerely. “I know even if I try to explain my thought process it doesn’t excuse how cold I was with you.”

“Not really.” You whisper. “I guess I just don’t like how you assumed I was so heart—“

“—I didn’t want to think that, I promise. But after a while, I kept battling my thoughts. How could you not have known? That’s what I kept asking myself. Why would Auntie just not tell you? That didn’t ever cross my mind so eventually I thought…yeah, obviously y/n knows but she doesn’t care. I wasn’t just dismissing you. I was mad at you.” He takes a breath, “Because I didn’t want my opinion of you to be true.” 

Taehyung takes a step closer to you before adding, “But I was shocked you showed up for the festival this year. Your mom told me she asked you to come and I didn’t think you would…but you did. And I wanted to just be angry but I hated it that you actually showed up because I was like, maybe I was wrong and she does care…that sounds stupid, I know you care but I just thought you…I don’t know.” His voice gets quieter. “I was wrong. But I don’t know if I’m happy that I was wrong. Because it means that you didn’t know about your mom’s health and that also feels fucking sucky. I’m sorry you didn’t know, y/n.” 

For the first time you see the Taehyung your mom has been raving about. The guy that is just so good. You think you can believe it. You think this might the real him and you want to understand his perspective. To be fair, if you thought that of someone you would probably be a dick to them too. 

He studies your reaction and when he sees even a hint of understanding in your eyes, he sighs in relief. “Anyway,” He reaches for your hand and high fives himself with it. “What’s after a high five?”

~

Thursday. Two days until the festival dance. Today’s rehearsal went better. Might have been your best one yet…you and Taehyung are communicating better and although he’s still a little stiff with touching you at least he’s actually touching you. Before he would barely put any pressure and it sometimes felt like his hands were just hovering. It still isn’t perfect yet though.

“Hi.” Your mom comes into the kitchen, her eyes soften when she sees how you lift your head from your laptop with a tired expression. She came home from the hospital yesterday and it’s hard to stay mad at her when she looks at you with so much love.

“Hi.” You respond, it came out quiet but she heard you and smiles.

“How’s rehearsals going?” She takes a seat, hand going to yours and you see how her fingers slightly shake as she squeezes your hand. How did you not notice?

“Better.” You look away from your hands, “Taehyung and I are trying our best but we could do better.”

“Better?” Your mom tilts her head, “You don’t feel good enough?”

“Not really.” You smile. “We want it to be perfect. We have to do your role justice.”

Your mom’s eyes widen before she’s chuckling, “People are going to love it!”

“We want you to love it.” You admit softly. “I think that’s what matt—”

“—Me?” Your mom points to herself. “You two could get on that stage and just stand there and I think I would fall in love at the sight.” She tells you, “What I want to come out of this isn’t for you two to perfect a dance routine. I just wanted you guys to get along.” 

You snort, “Get along?”

Your mom gazes at you, her eyes boring into yours and you think you see a swirl of emotions inside of them. “Yeah.” She gulps, her same eyes stinging with tears but she’s quick to blink them away and laugh. “Get along.” She says, “And take care of each other.”

“You make it sound like you aren’t the one who takes care of me,” You try to laugh but your throat burns a little. “I have you to do that, you know?” 

“Mom will always help, my love.” She smiles, gentle and delicate. “But—”

“—Okay,” You cut her off, trying to laugh still but your throat feels like it’s closing in. “That doesn’t have to change.”

“And why not?” She continues to smile. “Changes are good. Don’t you think? Just like the season we’re in…we love it. Do we want it to be summer forever?”

“No.” You swallow hard.

“Change gives us the opportunity to transform and evolve. Nothing scary about it.” Your mom’s fingers lift to your face and she brushes her thumb over your browbone. “I’ve always taught you to embrace it. Welcome it. In autumn, leaves change colors and they die. But soon, flowers will bloom again.” 

You’re tempted to let your head fall to this table and cry but the look on your moms face is bright and hopeful. She’s cheering you on as always. So instead you nod at her words and give her a heartfelt smile. “I think you just gave me an idea for a painting.” You tell her. 

“Then paint.” She smiles wider, teeth shown and all. “Paint.”

~

One day until the festival dance! Friday and you cannot believe you and Taehyung are still struggling with being completely comfortable and trusting during the routine. The natural flow is lacking. Perhaps it’s the chemistry. Yes it has gotten better but you didn’t think it would still look awkward in places. It’s already almost 9pm and you both have been at it for majority of the day. 

“I don’t know how else we could improve, Taehyung.” You breathe out, hands reaching for your bottle of water. “Just get comfortable!”

“I’m trying!” Taehyung groans, his fingers push back his dark hair. His hair is usually split in the middle or the side, framing his face nicely but forehead out gives him an entirely different aura.

“What’s making you so, I don’t know…” You motion your hands around, unsure of what words to describe his behavior.

“Nervous?” He helps you call himself out. “I don’t know, you’re just this person to me…who…I don’t know! It’s not like I don’t want to touch you.”

You quirk a brow and he immediately slams his eyes shut before growing embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean that in a…” He opens his eyes again and they meet yours. “You’re just…”

“It’s my fault?” You laugh. “Do I have to break all barriers with you so you can be more comfortable?” You start joking. “Keep your hands on me? Should we hug for 5 minutes straight? God, what will it take?” You snort now, “Don’t tell me we have to have sex so you can touch me properly during a dance.” 

Taehyung’s entire body flushes at your words, his eyes wide as he blinks at you in shock. “I know you’re joking,” He mutters, “But at what cost?” He tears his eyes off of you before concealing a smile when he wants to laugh.

“I was exaggerating obviously.” You shake your head,  not feeling embarrassed even though maybe it was a weird thing to say.

“But…” Taehyung glances around the practice room, “I think the point is to bond so our chemistry on stage doesn’t suck.”

“Are you saying you do want to have sex? As a way to bond?” You ask him with a dramatic shocked expression and he starts going red as he groans at your words.

“You want to kill me, y/n?” He starts chuckling, “Jeez. I was thinking though…we aren’t getting anywhere with practicing. Why don’t we go out tonight?”

“Huh?”

“Bar? For drinks? Loosen up? Actually enjoy an evening out? Ever heard of it?” He teases you, “I doubt you’ve done anything besides be at this studio and visit your mom’s house. And I am kind of your neighbor and I see your light on all the time late at night so I know you aren’t out.”

“What if I leave a light on, on purpose so a potential burglar thinks someone is home? You know, while I go out and party until the sun rises?"

“You party until sunrise without me?” Taehyung gasps, “That’s rude.”

“What?” You bite your lip, trying not to smile at him. “Am I supposed to invite you for something like that?”

“No offense, but who else would you invite? Ida?” He matches your expression.

“I could ask Jin.” You shrug, “He’s cool.”

“Only thing Jin does at sunrise is check on some ridiculous baked goods that he probably started prepping at 4am.” 

“My mom has a pretty wild book club, maybe they want to party with me.” You shrug again and Taehyung laughs at this. Really laughs. 

“Ms. Soonja would outdrink us all and still somehow be up at 8am ready for breakfast.”

“That sounds believable.” You giggle at that. “Fine, I guess if I had to party then maybe I would invite you.”

“You’re too late.” Taehyung grins at you, “Because I’m beating you to it…I’m the one inviting you but I can’t promise it will be until sunrise.”

“Well, I’d hope not. We have a big day tomorrow.” 

“Then we should get started now.” Taehyung nods towards the direction of the entrance, “Since I still feel like an asshole…I’ll buy you your first drink.”

You feel heat crawl up your neck as you notice an almost playful glint in his eyes, “Only one?” You tease him, “For all that I suffered with you and you only want to buy me one?”

“Oh?” He keeps grinning, “You suffered that much? Fine, how about you tell me when it’s finally enough, hm?”

“I can hold my liquor, Taehyung. I might drain your bank account.”

“Damn,” He throws a hand to his heart. “I was that bad?”

“I’m still deciding if you aren’t still that bad.” You say slowly but your voice is laced in a smoothness even you don’t recognize. “But I hear you’re good.” You keep the words slow as they leave your mouth, “I wonder just how good you are.”

~

“You know,” You play with the straw that rests in your glass. “When I was in high school, I wanted to come to this bar so badly. ‘one day I’ll be old enough!’ I would always say that,” You start giggling. “But I left only a few months after graduation so I never came. Can’t believe I’m actually here now. Teenage me would be so proud.”

“Why this one specifically?” Taehyung looks around, not noticing anything too special. “I just come here because it’s close to the apartment.”

“You’ll make fun of me.” You wrap your fingers around the glass and bring it closer to your lips when you sip from the straw. “It’s cheesy.”

“Oh, I have to hear about it then.” Taehyung sips his own drink as well. “The cheesier the better.”

“Well, a long time ago…” You start, memories flooding your mind and you want to laugh at teenage you. “There was this guy.”

“A guy?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “He worked here as a bar tender, he was older than me. I think when I was like 16 he was already like 30.” You sip more of the drink. “He also worked at the convenience store near my house. I would go in just to buy a snack so I could see him!” You turn your head towards Taehyung, stifling your laughter but he’s got his eyes on you and he’s smiling. “But he told me he also worked here, at this bar and that one day when I’m an adult I’ll get to go and see him there too.”

Taehyung ducks his head around, eyes trailing the place. “Is he here?”

You snort “No.” You set your drink down, only ice cubes occupying the glass now. “I thought that when I turned into an adult I’d come and he would fall in love with me.” You gesture towards yourself with a goofy, tipsy grin. “Obviously, right?”

Taehyung eyes you over, same grin on his own face. “Obviously.”

“Kids are silly.” You finally end the story, “The things we do, huh? Or you know, want to do.”

Taehyung sucks up the rest of his drink and nods his head, “Yeah, I would know.” He chuckles before turning his whole body in the barstool to face you. “My 12 year old self would know, anyway.”

“How so?”

“You don’t know how I met your mom, do you?” He asks you, blush on his cheeks. 

“Oh,” You blink at him. “I…I don’t.”

“I thought so.” He nods, head bowed down as he smiles at nothing. “It’s because of the Harvest Festival.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense!”

“I went every year when I was a kid. I think I started going when I was like 9? I watched the dance and I was…awestruck, perhaps?” He sounds shier than you thought he could be capable of. It’s cute, you’d admit. It’s funny that a guy who made it clear he doesn’t like you is now telling you a story that is making him blush.

“Hm.” You hum at him, giving him your full attention. He lifts his eyes to yours and bites his lip.

“Yeah, awestruck is a good word.” He tells you. “I kept going back every year because I had to see the dance. I would watch and think, ‘wow, pretty.’ And yeah.” He chuckles.

“Her dancing is beautiful.” You giggle. “Kind of sounds like you had a crush on my mom.” You teasingly point a finger at him but he just joins you in your laughter before relaxing and giving you a sweet smile. 

“I did have a crush.” He admits. “ But it wasn’t on your mom.”

You smile drops only a little, “Then…?” “Every year at the front row of the crowd was a girl who looked around my age.” He tries not to laugh when you pinch your brows together. “You.” He does laugh now. “You danced to her routine, step by step. You looked so happy and so proud and I swear my 9 year old self was not understanding what I was feeling.”

“Wait, what?” Your mouth falls open and you cannot hide your amusement. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He tries to playfully brush it off. “And then when I was 12…I decided I had the hugest crush on you and you were going to be my first girlfriend.” 

Your eyes expand comically as you try not to lose it, “Excuse me?”

“I know.” He chuckles, “But I didn’t know how to approach you!” 

“You didn’t—”

“—I had heard you took dance classes at your mom’s studio.” He starts to explain, “So I thought my little 12 year brain was genius when I begged my grandma to let me start taking lessons too. I thought that’s how I could get close to you!” He shuts his eyes in innocent embarrassment. “She paid for three full classes to see if I would like it. I remember getting there, god I was so nervous, I really thought I was going to properly meet you and we were going to fall in love and get married.” Then he winks, gesturing towards himself like you did earlier. “Obviously, right?”

You start cracking up, “Yes, obviously.” 

“But you weren’t there. I was so disappointed. I was like well, I’m going to quit this whole dancing thing. I asked your mom and she said you weren’t taking the classes anymore. Imagine how stupid I felt!” He laughs, “But I still had two more classes. I went and by the third class I realized how much I kind of liked dancing. Your mom urged me to continue and so I did.” He shrugs, “Turns out I wasn’t bad.”

“Does that mean you’re good?” You raise a brow.

“Aren’t you the one trying to figure out how good I am?” He asks you slowly, voice lower than before.

“Touché.” You say just as low. 

“I kept dancing all throughout middle school and high school. I was fairly cool with your mom but things really changed…” Taehyung looks at you, solemn expression on his face. “A few months after high school, my grandmother passed away. And I know that’s technically an adult now, but I still felt like a child.”

“Sorry, Taehyung.” You surprise yourself when you reach for his hand, “That must have been hard.” 

“It was.” He admits with a smile. “Your mom was the one who kind of took me in. She was like a guardian but not legally.” He laughs. “She was like a second mom.” 

“She’s pretty good at being a mom.” You return his smile. “I’m glad you had her…and I’m glad she’s had you all this time too.”

“That’s what family does.” He says it so simply. “I’m sorry again…about…”

“I understand, Taehyung.” You glance down at your hand that rests on his before quickly pulling it back. Cheeks warming up. “By the way, I’m allowed to make fun of you, right? 12 year old you?”

“I would expect you to. I also want to make fun of 12 year old me. But hey, poor guy was just really determined to get you to fall in love with me. We can’t blame 12 year old me for being so romantic, right?”

“Are you still that romantic?” You ask him, eyes on his and he stares at you for a few moments. “I didn’t realize you were this forward.” He decides to tease you instead of answer.

“You never gave me a chance to be.” You crack a smile, “To be fair, a little alcohol running through my veins might make me say weird things.” 

“Good to know.” He chuckles. “What other weird things are you thinking that you might say?”

“You’re curious about what’s on my mind?” 

“I might just be curious in general.” He responds before lifting a hand to get the bar tenders attention, signaling you guys want another round. “About you.”

You gaze at his side profile and feel your stomach twist in a way that feels exciting. “Am I also allowed to make fun of you for hating me and now suddenly you’re curious about me?”

Taehyung lowers his hand and slowly turns his head in your direction with a winsome smile growing on his face, “God, I didn’t know how much you like to teased someone.” 

“What?” You point at yourself innocently. “You’re surprised at what kinds of words leave my mouth?”

“Well—”

“—You’d probably would have known if you would have paid more attention to it.” You point at your lips now. “But you were too concerned about my eyes and how I didn’t know how to use them.”

Taehyung stares at you before sighing out, clearly amused. “I wish I could go back in time and treat you diff—”

“—I don’t.” You grin at him. “Or else I wouldn’t have all this material to make fun of you.” 

The bartender brings the two drinks, the glasses sliding in front of you and Taehyung. He picks his up and you do the same, both of you bringing the glasses together in a little cheers. “This is fun.” You tell him softly.

“Is it?”

“Yeah. I think you were right about letting loose.” You chuckle, “Before coming back home, I was living so stressed. Can’t really remember the last time I winded down.”

“Honestly, me either.” Taehyung sips his drink, eyes on the ice cubes. “But I didn’t think I’d be doing it with my first crush. 12 year old me was so sure we were going to fall in love.” He lifts his eyes to you, same playful glint from earlier. 

“You were so sure yet as an adult you don’t even know to touch me while we dance. 12 year old you might be disappointed.”

Taehyung keeps the glass to his lips and his eyes on you. They darken just the slightest and you notice immediately. 

“You know,” Taehyung finally lowers the glass and licks his lips, “It really almost sounds like you’re flirting with me.”

You crack a smile, fingers wrapping around the glass and you sip on your drink. 

“You’re not going to confirm nor deny?” He asks you, same amusement lingering.

“Maybe I’m just humoring your past self.” You finally say, glass back down to the bar top. “I think it’s only fair that it’s me who is a little mean to you now.”

Taehyung can’t help but laugh at this, his smile turning into something wide and boxy. “Feel free to humor me then.”

~

It’s way past closing time. You and Taehyung are leaving the bar, laughter on your lips, walking out into the parking lot when he suddenly halts his steps. You notice, confused expression when he smirks at you.

“Should we practice our routine one last time today before tomorrow?” He asks you.

“Here?” You glance around. “In the parking lot?”

“Is a parking lot not a good enough stage for you?” He teases and you roll your eyes. “I think we kind of bonded tonight so maybe…”

“Oh, you want to test it.” You feel a warmth trailing across your skin. “Let’s dance then. The second half.”

Taehyung looks excited, his lips spread into a smile but he’s trying to hide it but it’s not use. He’s enjoying himself. And he thinks you are too.

“Okay, ready?” He glances at you when you’re both in starting position. 

“Ready.” 

You both start the first few steps, your breaths are even and your footwork is smooth. You glance at Taehyung and it actually looks like you two are in sync. Well, you imagine so since that part has improved a lot. You’re both counting in your heads, knowing exactly when to transition from one move to another. 

You know what’s coming up but you’re just going to go with the flow, body spinning into a still Taehyung, twirling closer to him and right on cue, his hand lands perfectly on your lower back. It was smooth and you’re already feeling the slight shock and excitement but you stay calm knowing that was just one move.

A beat passes and you both continue the dance, feet moving in sync while your bodies flow together before you’re turning again and both of his hands are on your waist. Both knees slightly bend, faces tucked into your chests as you continue counting in your heads. The silent music continues and so do your movements. 

His fingers don’t dig into your skin, no, they’re just light enough that you can imagine the delicacy that is shown through your movements. You spin out, his arm extending until you’re far from one another, only thing connecting you is your fingertips lightly grasping his. And then he’s pulling you in, your chest coming closer to his. His left hand goes to the back of your neck and his fingers slide down, carefully trailing over the material of your shirt. Like he is painting an outline of your spine. And a sudden thought occurs to you. How would his fingers feel if it was against your bare skin? Then finally, he’s resting his hand on your lower back.

You can still hear the music in your head, the counts still going off and right on beat you tilt your chin towards his face as he lowers his eyes to you and his right hand comes to your jaw. Fingers brushing against it, soft and slow. And then you can hear how the song ends. No more counting. Just your eyes on each other and a feeling swirling so messily in your lower stomach. He is looking as mesmerized as you feel.

“I guess we did bond.” You finally whisper. “Who would have thought?”

~

It’s the day of the festival. The day is finally here and you’re a little nervous but mostly just excited. You and Taehyung decided to ride to the gardens together (perk of being neighbors) and you’ve made your way to where the dances will be occurring later this evening. Everyone’s busy with making sure the stage set up is perfect but mostly, everyone is in good spirits as they hang around.

“Mom!” You light up when you see your mother strolling through the gardens, making her way towards the stage. She’s with Soonja and Eunja, the three of them with their arms linked and stars in their eyes as they look around. 

Your mom sees you, smile bright when her and her friends come closer towards you and Taehyung. “Hi, you two.” She tries not to squeal when she sees the stage and knows that the two of you will be on it later tonight. “How are you both feeling?” She looks between you both, “Confident?”

“A little nervous.” You hide your face in your hands but you smile. “Only a little.”

“I think we finally nailed the routine though.” Taehyung tells your mom, his eyes sliding to yours and you can see a knowing smirk.

“I knew you would!” Your mom cheers excitedly.

“Going to see two good looking people dancing on stage, it might make my heart swoon.” Soonja winks at you.

“Your heart swoons when you see find a coupon.” Eunja rolls her eyes, “Say something more meaningful!”

“Hey!” Soonja’s brows pull together in disapproval. “You think coupons don’t deserve it too?”

“Ignore them.” Your mom chuckles, “You guys have a little while until the dances begin, right? Why are you just standing here?”

You blink at your mom with wide eyes, “What do you mean? What if someone needs help with the stage or—”

“—Oh, please. Go enjoy the rest of the festival.” She pushes you towards Taehyung. “You too, Taehyung. Show my daughter around, it’s been a while.”

“Oh.” Taehyung blushes, “I could do that.”

“Mom.” You groan but she’s insistent.

“Go, go, go. Enjoy.”

“Each other.” Soonja whispers in Eunja’s ear but the other lady swats her arm.

“Have fun!” Your mom waves you off but you haven’t even left yet. Just you and Taehyung staring at these ladies in disbelief. Well, Taehyung is just trying not to laugh.

“Okay, Auntie.” Taehyung finally says, cracking a small smile. “Let’s go, y/n.”

“Fine.” You huff out but you can’t help but smile too. You both wave goodbye to the women before exploring the rest of the festival.

“You’re such a meddler.” Eunja tells your mom.

“Of course I am.” She shrugs, “Who else is going to do it?”

~

You’ve walked around for a while, exploring different vendors and trying delicious foods. Jin’s got a food truck and he is probably the most popular one—you’re realizing that most of his customers are there for him rather than the food. Handsome men have it so easy, you think to yourself.

“So, I know what you’re going to say but…” Taehyung grabs your wrist and starts leading you in another direction, “We can’t have fun at this festival without visiting the main attraction.”

“Oh god.” You know where this is going, “Don’t make me.” You’re pouting now but Taehyung just chuckles and he continues to drag you around.

“How could we not visit the pumpkin patch?” He finally says with a grin.

“Easy.” You shrug and he playfully scoffs at you. “Do we really have to?”

“Yes,” He’s determined. “I know you’re grossed out by them, so no carving. But something that could interest you more?”

And that innocent little suggestion is how you and Taehyung ended up sitting at a table with like 3 others (they’re children.) with tiny little pumpkins rolling around and a whole bunch of different paint. 

“You chose a good one.” You whine when you eye Taehyung’s pumpkin. It isn’t too lumpy so he’s having an easier time painting it. You on the other hand…

“Holy shit.” Taehyung stares down at the pumpkin you’ve been painting. Eyes wide as he tilts his head. “What the hell is…” His words get quieter as he speaks. Slight disturbed expression before he finally looks at you. “I thought you were an artist.” He says with a straight face.

“Art is subjective.” You say with an equally straight face.

He nods, eyes going back down to the monstrosity. “It sure is.” 

“You make me do this…” You narrow your eyes at him, “And then make fun of me?”

“I’m not making fun of you!” Taehyung grins. “It is simply a genuine reaction.”

“I am an excellent painter!”

“Are you?” He teases you, “I don’t—Hey!” He stares at you with big eyes as his fingers go to touch his cheek. “Did you just get paint on me?” He asks.

You smile at him as innocently as possible despite the fact you’re holding the paint brush with a glob of purple paint on the bristles. “No.”

Taehyung’s trying to keep a serious expression on his face even though he wants to laugh. “You really are the pick of the patch, huh?” He shakes his head, fingers wiping at his cheek and he glances down at the paint on his fingers.

 “I don’t know,” You shrug, chuckling before your eyes go back to your own pumpkin. “Are you picking me?” 

“Only if you let me call you pumpkin.”

“Never.”

Taehyung bumps his shoulder into yours, “We should probably head back. The dances will start soon and we have to get ready.”

“Can’t believe the day is finally here.” You sigh out before turning your face towards him. “You think we will do a good job?”

“I think we will make your mom proud.”

~

And you do. Everyone danced so beautifully but there was an audible gasp among the audience when you and Taehyung began your dance. It felt just like the night before in the parking lot of the bar. You two were in perfect sync and his fingers rested and guided your body with grace, delicacy and precision. The last moments you two are on stage, he has his fingers at your jaw and when the lights dim, he slowly brushes them down the expanse of your neck.

“You were really good.” He tells you quietly, eyes still on yours despite the sudden darkness as the audience claps and cheers. “And beautiful.” 

You take a few breaths before your eyes travel across his face, “It kind of feels like you’re the one flirting with me now.”

“And if I am?” His fingers continue to slide down, brushing against your arm until his fingertips touch your own.

“Well,” You laugh a little, finally stepping away from him and facing the audience. “I’d say I like it a lot more than you being rude to me.”

Taehyung faces the audience as well before you both bow, “Then I guess I should keep doing it.”

You and Taehyung make your way off the stage and your first priority is finding your mom and it isn’t hard…she’s front and center with big, teary eyes. She is quick to wrap her frail arms around you, the hug is weak but you feel all the power and love behind it.

“You two were incredible!” She pulls away and then hugs Taehyung as well.

“We tried.” You chuckle, “So I am guessing you liked it?”

“Liked it?! I loved it. It will stay fresh in my memories for the rest of time.” Your mom wipes at her eyes, “You both looked so…”

“Hot.” Soonja says with a smile. “That was one hell of a dance.”

“Soonja!” Eunja scolds her, “She’s vulgar,” She looks at you and Taehyung now. “She means to say—”

“—You’re right.” Soonja nods. “Hot wasn’t the right word. Sexy.”

“I give up on you.”

“About time.”

“Thanks, thank you.” You look between the ladies, cheeks warm. “I mean, I think.”

“I’d say it was a compliment.” Taehyung bumps into your side. “It’s gotten late, huh?”

“Yes.” Your mom agrees, “We are about to head home now…but wow, what a successful year, wasn’t it?” She smiles at you both. “In all my years of experiencing this festival…this one had a different kind of magic, didn’t it?”

“It was nice.” You look at your mom with soft eyes, “I’m happy you enjoyed it, mom.” 

“Best festival this place has seen so far.” She tells you honestly. “So? Are you two going to keep walking around or head home as well?”

“Whatever y/n wants.” Taehyung says, “We drove together so…”

“Honestly, I’m pretty tired.” You look at Taehyung with sorry eyes, “But we can stay longer if you want?

“No, I’m pretty ready to head home as well.” He pulls his phone from his pocket, “It is after 9 already and we’ve had a long day.”

“Okay, let’s go then. Mom, breakfast tomorrow?” You ask before hugging her again.

“Yeah! Taehyung you come too!”

“Oh, sure.”

“Now get going, you guys deserve some rest!”

“Let’s see if they’re getting any ‘rest’ after they danced like tha—ow.” Soonja rubs her arm where Eunja pinched her.

“Anyway,” You clear your throat, “I guess we will leave then. See you tomorrow, mom.”

“Bye, my love!” She sings out cutely as she watches you and Taehyung walk away and then she glances at her two friends. “Good dance, huh?”

“Yeah, it made me miss my libido.”

“Well, who do you think choreographed it?” She smirks at her friends and they start laughing and Soonja just links her arm with your moms again.

“Ohhh~” She whistles. “Bad girl!” and the three start giggling before leaving as well.

~

The drive back to the apartment complex is filled with a comfortable silence. Taehyung has the windows rolled down, the chilly breeze feels so refreshing against your skin. You’re both content with how the dance turned out…your mother’s happy face is what makes both of you so satisfied. 

When Taehyung parks the comfortable silence turns into a silence with expectations. You aren’t sure what to say? Thanks for the ride? Or maybe…want to come inside for a drink or? You aren’t sure what’s going on in his head either…you just see how he glances at you with his lip stuck between his teeth. 

You both get out of his car and start walking towards the building. “I’ll walk you to your door.” Taehyung suddenly mumbles, “You know, just in case you get kidnapped despite me being three doors down.”

“It could happen.” You look at him, “Never know. Better be safe.”

“Exactly.” Taehyung smiles, “Your mom would kill me if something happened to you with me being that close.”

“Well, good thing you’re that close.”

“Good thing.” He nods.

You are both walking slowly through the parking lot and it’s not like you can’t see your apartments right up ahead…it’s not a big complex. But you can feel how your body yearns for more time…you’re surprised but lately, time with Taehyung has been really nice and you’re at that point where you want it to keep going.

“You think you’ll actually get some sleep tonight?” Taehyung asks you, “I know you said you’ve been having trouble since…everything.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh, “I’m trying to stay positive so my mom sees me happy. I don’t want her to see me all sad, you know, knowing…but yeah, at night. Alone. I don’t stay as positive.” You laugh a little, not much humor in the sound. 

“I get it.” Taehyung says softly, “But…I’m glad you’re able to smile for your mom. I know it means everything to her.”

“I know.” You agree solemnly. 

“Let’s just enjoy our days.” 

“I have this place for 6 months but I kind of wish I would have just stayed at my mom’s house.” You begin to sulk, “I didn’t know.” 

“Exactly, you didn’t know.” Taehyung bumps into your side as a way to comfort you. “But you know, your mom probably likes her privacy as much as anyone else.” 

“I guess so.”

“And—oh, wow.” You and Taehyung come to a stop. “That was a short walk.”

You chuckle, nodding your head before glancing at your front door. “Well, uh, good job today.”

Taehyung sways on his feet, his eyes going around before landing on you again. “Yeah, you too.”

“So—

“I was—”

You both try to speak at the same time. And Taehyung is quick to gesture towards you, “You go!”

“No, no!” You shake your head, “You go first.”

“Okay.” Taehyung steps a little closer to you, “I was thinking maybe we didn’t have to end the night yet?”

Thank god. You try to keep a calm expression but you feel giddy inside. “Oh?”

“Like, we just pulled off something we worked really hard for.” He starts explaining, “Maybe we could celebrate?”

“Celebrate?”

“I have some wine in my apartment…if you—if you want to come over and have some with me.” He gazes into your eyes and you see them soaking in something you don’t fully recognize. This is new territory. “If you want.” He finishes softly.

“Hmm,” You look off to the side innocently, clearly teasing him and he’s trying not to smirk when you question cutely, “I wonder if that’s what I want?”

“Maybe you want something else?” You’re surprised by the drop in his voice. “A different drink, I mean.”

You turn your head to face him quickly, your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire as you stare into his eyes. He’s the one teasing you now. “I guess I could explore my options.” Is what you say and he nods towards the direction of his apartment.

“Perfect. See what the options are and tell me what it is you want…” He pauses, eyes looking darker before he smirks. “And I’ll give it to you.”

You cannot hide your amusement, eyes on him when you begin following him to his place, three doors to the left. When he stops in front of his door, he puts the code and lets the both of you inside.

“Welcome to my—wait, wait.” He suddenly stops, spinning in his spot when he remembers…

“Is…” Your eyes go to the wall to the right when you spot something familiar. “Is that mine?” You ask him, finger pointed at a small portrait that is hung up.

“Um,” He looks around awkwardly, “Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?” You quirk a brow, lips spreading into a grin. “You bought my art? When?”

Taehyung shakes his head with a smile, trying to rid himself of the slight embarrassment. “Uh, like a year ago?”

You walk closer to it and inspect it when your mouth falls open and you face him again. “I remember this one.” You tell him quietly. “I was struggling to create anything. So finally I made this and I was told how not good it was…” You chuckle, cheeks heating up all over again. “I was shocked when it got sold.”

Taehyung blinks at you, surprised. “Not good?” He walks closer to you, his eyes going to the small portrait. “It was my favorite one.” 

“Why?” you ask but he’s quiet, eyes still on your art.

“I felt like I understood it.” He finally tells you. 

“Understood it?”

“Lost.” Is all he says. 

And although in the last couple of days Taehyung has made your body react in different ways like excitement swirling in your lower belly. But today, right now, you think this is the first time your heart is the one reacting. You feel it bang against your chest roughly. It wants to jump out. 

“I think I do want wine.” You tell him quietly, your voice barely audible. 

He faces you and extends his arm out, “Whatever you want from me you can have.” He says it with such subtlety. 

You take a seat on his sofa as he fetches you both a glass of red wine. You look around his place…small and cozy like yours but his furniture looks a lot more modern. Well, that makes sense, you think. Your furniture is your mom’s from a storage unit, who knows how old it all is. 

“Here.” He hands you a glass, “Taste it and tell me what you think.”

You look him over as he takes a seat right next to you and raise a brow. “You want me to tell you if it’s good, huh?” And then you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip, “It’s good.”

“I like to know these things.” He shrugs while he sips his own drink. “So,” He brings the glass to his lap. “Did you have a boyfriend or you know, someone uh, special like that…” He clears his throat, “Before coming back home?”

“You want to know my relationship status?” You try not to sound too teasing but he sees right through you.

“I told you I was curious about you.”

“Well, I’d hope I’m incredibly single since I’ve been pretty forward with you recently.” You say as nonchalant as possible making Taehyung chuckle.

“Maybe you’ve said a thing or two that made me sure. But I thought I should still ask.”

“Are you? You know, incredibly single?”

“Incredibly.”

“Oh?” You laugh before taking another sip. “So Ida isn’t in the picture then?” You eye him with your lips still on the glass and he shakes his head frantically.

“No. no.” He waves a finger at you, “Have I innocently flirted? Maybe.”

“So is that what you’re doing with me?” You bring the glass down now, playful glint in your eyes. “Innocently flirting with me?”

“No,” He smiles, blush on his cheeks and a fiery warmth crawling up his neck. “It’s not so innocent, I don’t think.”

“Well, thank god.” You tease him and he’s loving this side of you, you can tell. He’s looking at you with such mirth. “Can we share something then?”

Taehyung eyes you curiously, “Like what?”

“Even when we weren’t on good terms…ever had not innocent thoughts?” You bring the glass to your mouth again, taking a few sips while you watch his mouth fall open in surprise. “I can give an example, if that helps.”

Taehyung watches you as you conceal your smirk and he’s feeling his body tingle. “It helps.” He says slowly.

“I thought about your hands every time we were practicing. They’re really nice. I could give that as a regular compliment but since this is ‘not innocent’ I’m sure you can assume what my thoughts about them were like.” You tilt your head innocently, “But don’t worry, those thoughts were short lived since your rudeness killed it.” Now you laugh.

Taehyung is looking flustered but he’s managing to keep his expression calm even though he’s trying so hard not to imagine what your thoughts were like. “Fine.” He tells you with a confidence, “Since you want it, I can give you my own example.”

“Perfect.”

“You’d show up wearing those legging things and I struggled not to look at your ass in them.” He speaks calmly. Slowly. “But I did. And I am sure you can assume what kinds of thoughts I was having as well.” 

You’re trying not to snort and ruin the mood that’s currently going so you settle for a long sigh, “Yeah, I think I can imagine what you were thinking.”

Taehyung gazes at you, lips parted and eyes growing darker. It’s quiet between the both of you and he decides to kick it up a notch. He’s feeling confident that it’s what you want. “Then tell me what it is you think I was thinking.” He requests this to you, voice slow and deep.

“You want me to tell you what you were thinking?”

“Yeah.” He nods, setting his wine glass down onto the table in front of the couch.

Your eyes follow the glass and you decide to do the same thing, glass set next to his. “Okay.” You breathe out softly, leaning back into the sofa, getting more comfortable as you both turn your bodies to face one another.

“And—”

“—Mm, mm.” You shake your head, “You told me to tell you so let me speak first.”

He slightly lifts his brows before gesturing a hand to you, urging you to continue.

“I think…” You bite your lip in contemplation, “You’ve definitely thought about fucking me at least once in these last few weeks.”

He’s a little surprised by your vulgarity but it only makes him feel more drawn to you in this moment, “At least once.” He confirms with a sly smile.

“I thought you didn’t like me though?” You tease him, “Kind of contradictory.”

“I told you I didn’t hate you, y/n. I was mad. Different.” He shrugs, “But I’m still a man. With eyes.”

“Oh? That’s right and you know how to use your eyes, huh?” You keep teasing, “That’s why they were always on my ass?”

“Always?” He challenges you. 

“You probably thought about dropping your hand lower, you know, every time we danced.” You keep going, “Did you want to cup me in your hands?”

“You would have liked that, right?” He keeps challenging. “Since you’re a fan of my hands.”

“And what exactly do you think I was thinking?” You turn it around now, “Huh?”

“Depends.” He leans a little closer to you, “How explicit am I allowed to be?”

“Rated R. We’re adults.” You smile cheekily.

“Okay…” He thinks for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. “I am willing to bet you thought about my fingers when you touched yourself. Maybe you wish they were mine?”

“Oh, that’s a bold assumption.” You crack a devious smile. “Hmm.”

“Are you doing that thing again where you aren’t willing to confirm nor deny?” His drapes his right arm over the sofa and his fingers find your shoulder. “That’s a little mean.”

“Didn’t I say it was my turn to be mean?” You take a breath before continuing. “The wine has been good, by the way. You kept true to your word, you gave me what I want.”

“Is there anything else you want?” He strokes your skin and goosebumps begin to rise and he’s concealing the smile that wants to spread. You react to his words and he’s enjoying it.

“What else are you offering?” You whisper the question, eyes going all across his face, lips included and he decides you’ve flirted enough.

“Me?” He asks innocently, despite the fact he’s looking at you with such a wanton expression. “I would probably kiss you if that’s what you wanted.”

“Hmm,” You lick your lips, your own eyes clouding over, a lewdness corrupting you from the inside out. “Is that what I want?”

“Tell me.”

“Fine,” You lean forward a little, your body wanting to move on its own and his does the same. “I do.” You whisper again, eyes on his lips but his hand goes to your cheek now.

“Before I kiss you,” He strains in his spot, wanting nothing more than to do that. “I feel the need to tell you I might have developed an actual crush on you and I hope this isn’t a one-time thing.”

You stare at him, only feeling yourself grow hotter from his words. “Good.” You lean forward more, eyes beginning to close when his face inches closer to yours, his warm breaths hitting your lips. “I’m hoping for the same.”

Taehyung feels a satisfied, roll of electricity sweep over his skin and his hands go to your hips as he pulls you closer to him. You feel hot under his touch. Taehyung leans in more, his lips slowly finding yours, he’s careful and smooth but the sensual movement of his lips moving over yours has you surprised. 

Your hands go to the back of his neck, urging him to deepen the kiss. He falls forward more, your bodies closing in on one another as he kisses you deeper. He’s guiding your body to lay back, his hands now roaming your back. Lips still exploring your lips and your stomach starts flip flopping the moment he lightly sucks onto your bottom lip, little moan escaping you and his tongue sweeps through. He rolls it over your tongue, moving so slow and expertly. 

Taehyung moves to slot himself between your legs, his kisses grow more frantic and you’re matching his passion with your own. He’s groaning into your mouth the moment he rolls his hips into you, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, heels of your feet pushing him closer to you. 

He bucks his hips into your center harder and you can feel an obvious erection grinding against your clothed core. It starts driving you wild. You move your face to the side, needing a moment to breathe and Taehyung takes this opportunity to plant wet kisses all across your jawline. His teeth nip at your throat and his tongue slides against your skin, making you breathe heavier and heavier. 

“How far do you want to go tonight?” He whispers roughly, lips at your ear.

“Far.” You say quickly, your hands in his hair as you try to push his head down more. He gets the hint in an instant. He kisses down your neck, to your collarbones and he’s quick to slide his hands up your shirt, and under your bra, his long fingers groping your breasts. “Here?” You ask breathlessly. He looks up at you, confused. “You want to do this here? On your couch?”

He smirks before sitting up straight, his hands going to yours as he guides you to sit up as well. “Would you rather be in my bed, y/n?” He asks, head nodding in the direction of his room.

“Yeah.” You admit, “I would also rather if you lost some clothes.”

“Me?” He grins at you. “Let’s go.” Taehyung stands from the sofa, his hand taking yours and he guides you to his bedroom, and once inside he slips his shirt off. “How’s this for a start?”

“It’s a start.” You chuckle, sitting on his bed. “How does it end?”

“Me inside you hopefully.” He cracks a smile, “If that’s what you meant by far.” 

“Come here.” You sigh, your own shirt coming off, along with your bra. Taehyung pauses, his eyes raking over your bare torso and he sees how you start pulling your pants lower.

“Wait.” He comes to you quickly, hands looking greedy as his fingers go to the waistband and he’s assisting you. “These too.” He whispers, your panties being dragged down as well. “Fuck, you’re pretty.” He tells you when you lean back on his bed, completely naked.

He crawls over your body and his lips are everywhere. Your breasts, your stomach, your hips and you’re struggling to keep it quiet when his mouth and hands feel so good roaming your body like this. He lowers himself, face between your thighs, eyes on your fucked out face when his fingers go to your heat. He spreads your folds and his fingers are quick to get sticky from how wet you’ve become.

You’re watching him and then an idea comes to you, you smirk and use his words from earlier, “Taste it and tell me what you think.”

Taehyung can’t help the lazy smile on his lips, his own expression probably looks as fucked out as yours. He leans forward with his eyes still on yours when he licks up your cunt. He keeps his tongue playing with you, swirling around before pulling back a little. “It’s good.” He teases.

You laugh a little, head falling to the mattress when his tongue digs in again, licking your clit with the right amount of pressure and you start to lose it. He’s quietly groaning into your pussy, your mind hazy at the sound. And finally, his fingers start joining the fun. He has one at your entrance, slowly pushing it in and you gasp at the sudden intrusion but he doesn’t let you think about his one finger too much because now he’s pushing in another.

“That’s…” You moan, “That’s good.” 

He curls those two fingers before moving them, fucking your hole with technique like he has long mastered this skill. You’re squirming on the bed, body tensing as he builds up your pleasure. He can feel your walls shuddering against his fingers and he figures you’re close but maybe he could have assumed it based on how vocal you’re getting.

Your hands go to his hair, pushing his face further into you and he moves his tongue faster and you’re left with heavy breaths leaving your parted lips. You come. You finish all over his face. Out of breath, you continue to squirm when he keeps eating you out, the pleasure going into overdrive. You slam your eyes shut, trying to handle it but you can’t. Not tonight, anyway.

He understands, pulling his face back and his fingers leaving your hole. He stares down at you, eyes filled with lust and need. He stands, undoes his pants and pulls them down his legs along with his underwear. You try to keep your eyes on him, his length exposed to you and you mumble to yourself, “Holy shit.” You say between erratic breaths. You were not expecting him to be this big. 

“How do you want this to go?” He asks you, his own chest heaving. So ready to fuck you, he’s painfully hard at this point. “What position will help you come?”

He’s thoughtful, you give him that. You smile, still breathless while you answer. “Probably on top.”

“Fuck…okay, yeah. I’m going to fucking love that.” He says before making his way to one side of the bed.

“But I really want you to have a view of my ass so.” You smirk at him, lifting your body from the mattress.  “Lay back. Maybe stack some pillows, I have a feeling you’d like to watch intently, hm? Have a good view.”

Taehyung sucks in a sharp breath, his hands going to his cock, fingers lightly stroking it. “Okay.” He says, hand leaving his aching member and then he’s piling a few pillows before he lays down and leans against them. “Condom.” He point towards his night stand.

You glance at the nightstand, reaching over to open the drawer and grab one before handing it to him. “Put it on.”

His fingers move fast, ripping the package and sliding the condom onto his hard standing dick. “I’m ready for you.” Is all he says, breaths so erratic it makes you feel so turned on again, like you were never touched in the first place. 

You crawl over his legs, eyes staying focused on his eyes. You make it to his lap before turning in your spot, your back facing him and he loses his mind. Eyes on your back before they fall down to your ass. You take a moment, looking down to his how hard he is. You reach for his length and hear him let out a long sigh, fingers wrapping around him. 

After a moment, you lift up and bring his cock to your hole, letting it brush against you, spreading your wetness. His hands go to your hips, fingers digging into your skin and you moan out when you push the head of his cock inside you. Taehyung’s body shudders the moment he starts entering you.

You slowly slide down, pausing every few seconds as you adjust. Thighs already shaking as you take him, his impressive size stretching you open. And finally, you both moan in unison once you’re completed seated. You exhale deeply, trying to fully adjust to him. He watches your back, letting you take your time. Suddenly, you feel the warmth of his soft fingertips at the nape of your neck and then he is slowly sliding his fingers down, tracing your spine with the most delicate touch. Your hips move forward at this sensation. 

And then he’s taking both of his hands, grabbing onto your hips before he cups your ass, squeezing the flesh and you smirk. You turn your head to see him but his eyes are focused on your body, not your face. He looks like he’s going to melt at the sight. You feel ready, motivated even as you start moving your hips…you grind into him a few times, his grip getting stronger on you. You finally rise from his pelvis and sink down again. Over and over. Riding him with a consistent rhythm. God, it feels so good. His cock is nestled so deep inside you and every time it brushes against your walls you have to remind yourself to keep another orgasm at bay. 

Taehyung is loving the view. He’s trying to keep still but every now and then he thrusts upward and you swear you try not to crumble at the feeling. He’s hitting your spot so accurately that you’re whining and whimpering on top of him…he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. You ride him harder and faster, your stamina surprising you but you are chasing this orgasm now.

“Fuck, if you keep…” Taehyung mumbles, his moans are deep and grumbly. “I’m going to come…” He warns you, voice shaky 

“Good.” You cry out as you slam down harder, your walls squeezing him tightly. Your fingers find your clit and you start rubbing yourself, getting you closer so you can come at the same time as him. “Fuck,” You moan. “I’m going to come too. Come now, fuck, come now.” 

Taehyung grips your hips again, his head rolling back into the pillows as he bucks his hips up and comes into the condom. 

He goes weak, eyes rolling around, trying to remain sane as you keep fucking yourself onto him before you finally come undone. You roll your hips, grinding as you ride out your high. You are fucking exhausted. 

“Holy shit…” He starts sitting up, lips going to your shoulder. “I’m serious, this is not a one-time thing.” 

You laugh, your body is hot and tingly. “Definitely not.” 

“I should take you on a date then, right?” Another kiss.

“I think so.”

~~~

6 months later

Taehyung has an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. When you’re all snuggled up to him he places a kiss to your temple. “She would love it.” He tells you softly. His eyes on the painting you finally finished, it’s 12x 12 and you momentarily sit it down on top of your mother’s grave. 

“Yeah, she gave me the idea for this before the festival.” You smile, “I can’t believe it’s already been 2 months since she’s passed.”

“Yeah, me either.” He admits, “I miss her.”

“Me too.”

“You know,” He looks at you, eyes on yours when you look back at him too. “I was thinking, since your art inspo is back and all…”

“Hmm?”

“What if…we turn the dance studio into an art studio as well? There’s plenty of practice rooms we could turn into art rooms? I’ll handle the dance lessons. You can teach like painting classes or something?” He eyes you carefully, wondering what you’ll think.

“Oh.” You raise your brows a little, “That’s kind of a good idea.” 

“Isn’t it?” He asks more excited. “What do you think? Should we do it?” 

“We could try.” You say the words slowly, tempted to bury your face in his chest because he looks so cute like this. All excited and warm and handsome and damn, you’re in love. “We would have to make some changes at the studio for sure.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung grins, eyes lit up with something so tender. “But changes are good, right?”

You gaze at him for a moment before your eyes go around the cemetery, trees are tall with green leaves and you notice all the beautiful flowers that have recently bloomed. “Yeah.” You nod, heart beginning to glow before you look back at Taehyung. “They are.” 

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Rule #5 | JJK (1/2)

Summary: You strike up a fwb deal with your childhood friend Jungkook after kissing him one night after a dare. But you have rules…5 of them to be exact and it seems Jungkook doesn’t want to follow any of them.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: fwb au, friends to lovers, fluff, maybe a little angst, SMUT

Word Count: 20k (part 1) (twc:42k)

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, mentions of oral (fem rec.), vaginal fingering, protected sex, toxic parent, oral (male rec.), lots of teasing, power plays, finger sucking, grinding, mention of boner, uh spoiler to the movie the notebook lol

Notes: after almost a year here is part one! Lmao. I will post the second part in just a few days! Hope you enjoy, I love hearing from you guys<3 also the banner is by my lovely friend @bangtansmauyeondan :)

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Part Two

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Since you were a kid, you were incredibly well trained in keeping the ins and outs of your life very private. You had to—your mother being a rather important political figure and all. You were taught on things you had to say, things to never bat an eye about and all the things in between. You have had the mindset of keeping your private life…well, private since you can remember so it’s barely a surprise when you bring those same elements and rules into your actual personal life.

But well, you’re an adult now. And your mother is retired so not too many eyes are laser focused on you specifically anymore. But still, the mindset isn’t so easily changed. Even when it shouldn’t matter.

“You’re…” You gasp a little when you feel Jungkook’s fingers slide up between your inner thighs, “Mm, Jungkook…you’re going to get us caught.” You whine, wondering how you ended up on the bathroom counter. In Taehyung’s house, nonetheless. Surprised that you’re even letting him do this but…it’s not like you don’t have the situation under control.

“Caught?” Jungkook raises a single brow, his hands disappearing under your skirt, “You say that like we’re 16 and I’m some boy you snuck into your bedroom at your parent’s house.” The thought makes Jungkook laugh since at one point he was a 16 year old boy you used to sneak into your parent’s house. It wasn’t for sex though. No, that’s new.

“Feels that way sometimes,” Your breathless laugh makes Jungkook roll his eyes, watching as your head bumps into the mirror. “What…what do you plan on doing anyway?”

“Hmm…” Jungkook’s fingers find the band of your underwear, “Eat you out.” He tells you simply, a crooked smile on his face while he silently urges you to lift your hips so he can slide your panties off. 

“This is the fourth time this week…” You relax into the mirror behind you, your half lidded eyes falling to Jungkook who lowers himself between your legs. “You’re breaking another rule.”

Jungkook looks up at you, as always, a fire in his eyes. And he smirks, “Aren’t I always?”

“Jungkook,” You try to lift yourself up more, hands going to his dark hair, “I told them I was just going to fix my make up really quickly…I swear you’re going to make things so obvious.”

Jungkook stands again, his fingers go to your ankles when he slides your underwear off completely and he bunches them up before shoving them in his front pocket.

“Really?” You laugh a little, “You know Taehyung’s goal tonight so I’m not sure some girl is going to be ecstatic finding those later.” 

Jungkook slots himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips as he drags you closer to the edge of the counter. “What girl?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Anyway—”

“Also,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, playful glint in his eyes. “Who cares if it’s obvious?” 

“I care.” You drop your head to his chest, “You know I hate when people know my business.”

“People.” Jungkook gives you a pointed look, “They’re not just people, y/n. They’re our friends and it’s not—”

“It’s not like we got married behind their backs,” You inhale his scent before raising your head, “We’re fucking and actually…honestly that might be worse. You know how they are.”

“Yeah, I do.” He hums. “They’ll make fun of us for the night and then they’ll move on to other things since everyone has a life outside of ours.”

Jungkook is probably right, in fact, he’s almost certainly right. But no matter how silly they are, your rules are rules for a reason. He reminds you basically daily how unnecessary your rules are yet he goes along with them—though he constantly breaks them.

“It’s so things don’t get complicated,” You tell him but he scoffs at you, he gives you that same look as always.

“You realize rules are probably the thing that complicates things, right? We’re adults, y/n. There’s no need—”

“Humor me then, Jungkook.” 

“Anyway, we should get back out there. You know Taehyung…he’s probably already setting Jimin up on hook up apps as we speak,” You start softly pushing Jungkook back. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to follow your lead. He knows when you aren’t going to do something then you aren’t going to do it. He blames it on you being a ‘control freak’.

“Yeah, we should probably save him.” Jungkook chuckles, finally backing away from you, his fingers wrapping around your waist as he helps you down from the counter. “He’s probably giving Jimin the ‘Being single is the key to happiness’ speech.”

“Yeah, well, Jimin’s lucky he isn’t getting the PowerPoint presentation like I did 4 months ago.” 

“Was it really 26 slides?” Jungkook’s thumb goes to the corner of your mouth and wipes the skin softly. “Smeared lipstick.” He tells you with a grin.

“And whose fault is that?” 

“Mine.” He says proudly. “Come on, let’s go.” 

You and Jungkook exit the bathroom and walk down the barely lit up hallway. The closer you get to the living room, the louder the music becomes. You see how empty it is but the voices of your friends get louder the closer you both approach the kitchen.

“Can’t we just stay here?” You can hear the obvious whine that Jimin slurs out, “I’m too sad to go anywhere.”

“Jimin.” You hear Taehyung yell out dramatically before you’re entering the kitchen and seeing your friends gathered around the kitchen island. “You can’t get over that girl if you stay here. The club has new girls!”

“But he doesn’t want a new girl.” Hoseok brings his beer to his lips, “He wants Sung back.”

“Oh come on,” You walk between Namjoon and Taehyung, “Jimin has been single for like 8 hours, let him grieve for a moment.” 

“Imagine being at work for 8 hours…the place stealing your soul…you really don’t think that’s a long time?” Taehyung throws an arm around your shoulder, cozying up to you. 

“When he puts it like that…” Namjoon tips his beer towards you all, “Taehyung has a method for these things.” 

“Did you just imply Sung was stealing my soul?” Jimin shakes his head before adding, “I wish I was like y/n…she got over Jihoon so fast.” He walks to the fridge to grab another beer. “Who wants another?”

“She’s been single for like 4 months now, right?” Taehyung squeezes you tighter, “And I’ve never seen her happier. What did I say guys?” He looks around the kitchen and everyone starts groaning, “Repeat after me! Single is the…what is it guys?”

“The key to happiness.” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Anyway, Taehyung did you order our ride yet?”

“Yeah, it’ll be here in like 9 minutes so you got to chug that.” He wiggles his brows at Jimin before his face drops when he realizes something. “Oh yeah. The ride can only hold 6…” He starts nibbling his lips, glancing around anxiously. “We’re 7…we’re going to need two cars. Can someone order anoth—”

“I got it.” Jungkook sings out, pulling out his phone. “y/n, want to ride with me?” 

“Sure.” You hum nonchalantly, “I guess Jin is meeting us there?” 

“He’s coming from Yumi’s parent’s house so he will probably meet us a little late.” Yoongi lets you guys know, “He was meeting some of her cousins, you know how she is…wants to make sure every person in her family approves of him before they finally set a date.” 

You giggle at this, “Please list even one person who doesn’t approve of the lovely Seokjin.” 

“That’s why he’s up to the challenge.” Yoongi snorts, “He’s something else.” 

“Apparently you’re the only person he couldn’t charm.” Jungkook looks up from his phone to wink at you, “Wonder who could though.”

“Oh god, I don’t want to remember the dark days of Jin trying to woo y/n.” Taehyung starts cracking up, “It was so sad to watch…he tried so hard but she…” He finally unwraps himself from you and pats your head. “She’s only into assholes.” 

“Ah, she’ll grow up one day.” Jungkook clicks his phone off, “Won’t you?” 

“Shut up.” You grumble, “You guys know nothing.”

“I don’t know, y/n…Taehyung and Jungkook have known you forever they might know you just a little bit.” Namjoon chuckles, “Although, I really thought Jihoon was kind of okay?”

“He broke up with her on Valentine’s Day!” Taehyung reminds everyone, “And then got a new girlfriend like two weeks later.”

“Thanks for the reminder.” You roll your eyes.

“What are best friends for?” He hooks his arm through yours, “But don’t worry, single you is thriving. We all shall continue to thrive tonight! Jimin is officially thriving from this point on as well. I want to see everyone making out with someone on the dance floor of the club tonight at the minimum.”

“I’m literally married.” Namjoon shakes his head.

“Fine, then tell your wonderful wife to meet you on the dance floor for a hot make out.”

“She’s seven months pregnant.” He deadpans but before Taehyung can open his mouth to retort Namjoon speaks again, “And before you say something undoubtedly stupid, just drink instead.”

“Fair.” Taehyung nods, raising his beer towards Namjoon. “Anyway, I want everyone hooking up but our main focus is Jimin. He needs this more than anyone, I’m afraid.”

“What I need is to cry in bed for a few hours.” Jimin slumps his shoulders as he leans back against the counter.

“Nonsense.” Taehyung’s lips curve into a sly smile, “Only thing you’re going to be doing in bed is—”

“Anyway,” You cut off your friend before he can start thrusting his hips into the air as demonstration. “Ara is already on the way to the club, she’s with some other friends of ours, and yes, before you ask, Taehyung…they are hot and single.”

“Oh!” Hoseok sets his empty beer bottle down on the counter, “I can’t remember her name but remember the girl that was with you guys last time? The one with short hair? Pretty one? Is she, you know, coming?”

“You’re talking about Lily!” You smile, “That’s perfect!”

“How’s that perfect?” Jungkook asks.

“Because she asked about Hoseok last time too. Seems there’s mutual interest.” 

“He says he doesn’t remember her name but…” Yoongi starts chuckling, “Then how does that explain the search you did on social media?”

“I think calling Hoseok out is Yoongi’s favorite past time.” Namjoon finishes his beer, setting it down as well. “What’s the status on the ride, Taehyung?”

“Uh,” He unlinks his arm from you before pulling his phone from his pocket. “Oh. It’s almost here!” 

“Me and y/n still have like six minutes.” Jungkook looks at his phone too, “We can just wait outside, I guess.”

“Okay, let’s head out. Jimin, are you ready?” Taehyung walks over to Jimin and links arms with him instead.

“No.” Jimin rests his head against Taehyung’s shoulder. “But I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“I’m doing this for you, buddy.”

~

“Your rules are stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Oh, good one y/n.”

You and Jungkook are in the back of the cab, his hand somehow ended up on your inner thigh, stroking your soft skin that your mini skirt exposes. Your eyes slowly close at the contact, but you’re quick to shoot them open when you feel his fingers ride up higher and higher.

“Jungkook.” You say his name is warning. 

Jungkook’s hand immediately slows it movements before he’s bringing his hand back to his own lap. 

“You know I love this skirt though…” Jungkook leans in, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. “And then I’m not even allowed to touch you in it?” He’s teasing you like always. 

“Or look at me for too long. I don’t want anyone to become suspicious of us. Jin already made comments before. You swear you didn’t tell him, right?”

“y/n…” Jungkook groans, “If I said I didn’t tell anyone—”

“I know, I know.” You glance over at him, noticing how his messy hair falls into his eyes. “Then you didn’t tell anyone.”

“Which is stupid. It’s a stupid rule.” He reminds you for the hundredth time. “Your rules are stupid.”

“So you’ve told me.” You roll your eyes, “But I know you’ll try to follow them, right?”

“Mhm baby.” Jungkook’s glazed eyes scan your body again, “I can try.”

“That’s rule number 3 Jungkook. No pet names. Like, what’s the point?” You lay your head back, “No need for us friends to say things like that.”

Jungkook gazes at you for a moment before he shrugs, “I don’t know, it’s cute.”

You crack a small smile, “Anyway, but honestly it’s not that hard. There’s only 5 rules.”

“And you know I hate all these rules.” He groans again, his hands running through his hair, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he recalls your 5 rules.

1. No one can know.

2. No PDA.

3. No pet names.

4. Not often—only 3 days of the week.

5. No feelings.

“Rule number 4 is my least favorite one.” Jungkook cracks open an eye to look over at you. “Why the hell can I only fuck you 3 times a week?”

“I don’t want us to lose track of our friendship first and foremost, Kook. We need more days where we’re just friends…so we don’t get too used to…” you gesture between your bodies, “You know…”

“Once again, your rules are stupid.”

You turn your head to look at Jungkook. It’s dark but you can see his face thanks to passing street lights and he’s looking right back at you. You sometimes have to reflect on this…situation. You know, the situation where you and one of your oldest friends from your childhood, have somehow created this secret friends with benefits relationship in your adulthood. 

Well, you know how it started. Thanks to your other oldest friend…Taehyung. Four months ago you got dumped and Taehyung gathered you and your friends for a fun night to cheer you up but you know Taehyung is always up to no good…especially when he dared you to make out with Jungkook. But drunk and up for the challenge…you did. And that’s how this all started.

A simple fucking dare. But later that night you two found yourselves hiding in Taehyung’s bathroom with your tongues shoved down one another throats. Greedy hands exploring each other’s bodies, fingers unbuttoning jeans, hair being pulled, moans escaping parted lips. It was the beginning of a new side to your friendship. A friendship you cherish. And you never thought in a million years that it would turn out like this. 

“Yet you agree to them.”

“Because I…” Jungkook’s fingers find their way back to your inner thigh and then he speaks slowly, “Because I really like fucking you.”

You both glance towards the driver but he’s in his own world, playing his music and checking his GPS.

Coast is clear and you both lock eyes again and your heart feels a little jittery in your chest. Oh god, why do his words make your entire body react? You let his fingers ride up this time, your self control wavering as you do little to stop him. He’s testing the limits, of course, he always is. You can’t help the way your eye lids slowly shut, your breathing picking up, your chest moving much more quickly before he pulls his hand away completely. You open your eyes again to see that he’s got that inviting and bewitching grin.

“So…what’s the plan tonight?” Jungkook leans back in his seat, adjusting the seatbelt to rest against his chest more comfortably.

“What do you mean?” You ask, you open your eyes wider as you give him your attention. 

“Oh come on.” He rolls his eyes, “Taehyung is on a mission to get everyone laid tonight.” 

“Oh yeah, that.” You chuckle, “I guess we get laid?” This causes Jungkook to raise a single brow at you. “What?” You groan, knowing where this is going.

“We don’t have to…we can say we couldn’t find anyone interesting enough? And then you can come over after the club?” 

“Kook, we already agreed fucking other people is probably better than being like…exclusive or whatever.” 

“Why do I need to fuck anyone else?” Jungkook asks, like he does every time this is brought up. “That’s the great thing about what we got going on, isn’t it? I have you.”

“Jungkook. That feels too…you know.”

“Ha…” Jungkook feels himself become irritated, turning his body towards the window now. “Like you can find someone who fucks you better than me.” He mumbles quietly. But you hear him. 

“Please tell me when I ever told you that?” You laugh, “Plenty of men in my life have fucked me just fine.” You say in more of a whisper.

“You literally have said ‘no one has ever fucked me this well’.” Jungkook continues to look out the window, his tone bored.

“When?”

“When I was fucking you.” He turns his head to look at you now, “Multiple times.” He grins but it drops when the driver clears his throat and they make eye contact through the rearview mirror. 

“Oh please,” He gets playfully annoyed seeing how you roll your eyes before continuing. “No one ever means what they say during dirty talk.” Your voice is clearly teasing, your eyes locking with his again as you challenge him.

“That so?” He leans in, his face so close to yours as his hot breath fans over your lips. “So I guess I should take my talents elsewhere tonight?” 

“Tonight, maybe. You know,”  You lean in as well, “You’ve already had me three times this week, so…tonight we’re just friends.” 

“That so?” Jungkook says even more slowly, eyes falling to your lips, “I wonder if the guys would have thought that if they walked in the bathroom earlier when I was kissing you.”

“Jungkook—”

“But you know,” He replaces his usual look with something much softer, “I do think your rules are dumb because we aren’t kids, you know? There’s no reason to hide but I do enjoy privacy as well so it’s not horrible. I know you scold me for being the rule breaker—especially when you’re such a stickler for rules but everything’s fine… as long as you’re enjoying yourself.”

You chew on your lips as you watch him, his tender gaze set on you and it makes you relax. He’s always going to tease you but he’s always like this too. He’s always been fairly mature even since you guys were kids but when did he surpass you this much?

“I am.” You breathe out, “And—”

“The street ahead is blocked off because of all the people.” The driver suddenly informs you both, “I’ll have to drop you here but the club is right down there.” He points. “This okay?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook looks ahead, nodding along. “This is fine. Thanks, man.”

~~~

 You aren’t entirely sure what club needs three stories…like, why is it necessary? But Taehyung claims each floor offers something different. You’re all currently on the second floor, drinks getting passed around like candy. This floor offers a more lounge type of environment…the overall atmosphere is more relaxed than the ground floor. You look over the balcony and see how the blinding lights shine over the crowd of dancing people.

“Already looking for your potential hook up for the night?” Taehyung comes next to you, smirk on his lips. “Smart. Scoping out the good ones.”

“I was just looking at people dancing but okay.” You giggle, “I was wondering when we were going to head down there where the actual fun is.”

“Patience, young one.” Taehyung’s lips find the straw to his drink before he’s sucking up the different liquors. “We will wait for everyone to get here, start chatting amongst ourselves until everyone is just the right amount of tipsy before we adventure down to the wild zone.”

“You really do have a method for everything.”

“You think I’d let any of you head down there without having enough liquid courage running through your veins?”

“So thoughtful.” You playfully roll your eyes, “Where would I have ended up without you?”

“I don’t even want to think about what kind of sad life that would be for you.” Taehyung bumps your shoulder, his lips spread into a boxy smile while he looks at you. “Anyway, you are planning on getting some tonight, right?”

“Would it be the end of the world if I don’t?” 

“y/n,” Taehyung sips more of his drink before continuing, “Have you even gotten any, you know, action…since what’s his face? I highly doubt it.”

“Seriously?” You groan, eyes still roaming the dance floor below you. “Who says I haven’t gotten any action?”

“Kissing Jungkook a few months ago because I dared you to does not count.” Taehyung glances behind him, eyes finding Jungkook who is laughing with Hoseok about whatever. His head turns back to look at you again, “But I mean…the way you two were making out,” He starts nudging your shoulder…annoyingly, his voice getting higher pitched as he teases you, “Well, it was pretty steamy.” He starts making mock kissy faces before you’re slapping his forearm. 

“Ew.” You say, feeling your cheeks get warmer. “Why do you always bring that up?!”

“It’s fun.” Taehyung shrugs. 

“Well, if it isn’t my best friend and the most annoying boy in the world?” You hear Ara’s voice from behind you. You both turn to face her, your face lighting up as you and Ara greet one another with a tight hug. “You look hot but this is my shirt isn’t it?” Ara says into your shoulder, “Always stealing my shit.”

“You know,” Taehyung  continues to stand here, dark smile forming, “Being called annoying doesn’t rile me up the way you think it does, Ara.”

“Yeah.” She pulls away from you, “But being called a boy does.” 

“I’ve decided it’s because you just want me to show you how I’m a man, right?” Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest, an amused look on his features. “Just say the word, Ara.”

“In your dreams, Taehyung. One of these days I’m really going throw up when you say shit like that…” Ara begins rubbing her temples dramatically, “I’ll make sure it all lands on you though.” 

“What if I said I was into that?”

“Then I’d say please seek psychiatric help.” Ara says unenthused. 

“You’d say please?” Taehyung smirks at her, taking a moment to suck up the rest of his drink through the straw. “I love a girl with manners.” He winks, then glances down at his empty drink. “Be back, going to grab another.”

“Be back?” Ara raises a brow, “Please don’t.”

“You’re so into me, Ara.” Taehyung grins at her before walking away from the two of you, his shoulder brushing hers and you watch as she remains still.

The moment Taehyung is truly away, Ara’s eyes meet yours and she releases a long breath, “He’s so fucking sexy.” She blinks at you with her wide eyes, “God, I feel like jumping his bones every time I see him.”

“I just really…don’t understand you.” You shake your head, laugh threatening to leave you. “But it’s for the best actually. You know how he is…”

“Unfortunately, I do.” Ara rolls her eyes, “No one is more anti love than that guy!” 

“Exactly.”

“Oh but I am so tempted to hook up with him at least one time.” She tells you, “Just to get it out of my system!”

“You say that but you’re also fully prepared to have his children.” You deadpan.

“One? Three? Five?” Ara yells out, “I don’t even care just fill me up with your good stuff Ta—”

“Ew!” You start laughing, “Seriously, ew.” 

“Oh please,” Ara narrows her eyes at you, knowing smile on her lips. “You don’t ever say that to the guy you’re currently hooking up with?”

At this, you start choking on your drink. Eyes expanding and it’s making Ara chuckle to herself. “You really think I don’t know?” She quirks a brow at you before she starts fake moaning, clearly mocking you, “Oh! Yes! Like that! I’m going to—”

“—Dude!” You smack her arm and she doesn’t even laugh, she just shows you a satisfied smile.

“W-What are you talking about?” You glance around, eyes on your friends who are just a few feet away. “I’m not—”

“You totally are.” Ara says matter of fact, plum colored lips wrapping around the straw.

“I’m—”

“I don’t know who the guy is though.” She shrugs, “But whoever it is? He must be crazy good to have you sounding like that.”

Your eyes are continuing to grow bigger and bigger, anxiously darting around, making sure no one is hearing this. “And how would you know that?”

“Remember like a month ago when you went out of town to visit that friend of yours that I don’t like?”

“Han?”

“Yeah, that bitch. Anyway, you made me take care of your plants for those few days while you were gone? Well, I didn’t see your text that you went home a day early…”

At this you feel your heart start pumping a little harder. You know exactly what day she is referring to…you went home early and Jungkook went over and you two had your usual fun.

“And I still went to your place to water your plants and I got the shock of my life when I realized you were actually home.” Ara starts snickering to herself, “Anyway, I started piecing it together that you’re definitely seeing someone.”

“Ara—”

“Eh, you’ll tell me eventually.” She shrugs again before continuing with her drink. “Let’s join everyone else, shall we?”

~

“If I take another shot…I will make bad decisions!” Jimin slurs, his body still moving expertly to the beat despite how drunk he is. 

“Bad decisions like hooking up with the pretty girl you’ve been talking to all night?” Hoseok asks, head shaking with a grin. 

Jimin points at Hoseok and nods, “Exactly!” 

“Too bad,” Taehyung leans against the busy bar top, “Bad decisions all night, baby.” 

“I think y/n and Jungkook said they wanted a flavor shot instead of the hard stuff.” Namjoon comes beside Taehyung, “Maybe they’re taking it easy tonight.”

“Losers.” Taehyung smiles before glancing behind him, eyes landing on you and Jungkook dancing in the middle of the dance floor. “I bet they’ll want to stay and dance instead of joining us.”

“They always want to dance.” Namjoon agrees before adding, “It’s crazy how they really act like nothing happened when you made them kiss a few months ago.” Namjoon chuckles, “I would be so awkward if it were me. It wasn’t even a simple kiss either…imagine kissing one of your best friends?!”

“Ah, well…” Taehyung’s got his usual devious glint in his eye, “It’s not like that’s the first time I made those two kiss.”

“…Huh?” 

“Back when Jungkook was a little fourteen year old boy with zero experience in the love department, I came up with a genius plan.” Taehyung reminisces with a smug grin, “I told y/n she should give him his first kiss.”

“…You what?” Namjoon eyes Taehyung warily, “Isn’t that weird?”

“Nonsense.” Taehyung waves him off with a single hand, “y/n had already kissed like 3 people by that time! Poor Jungkook was going to end up a virgin for life if he didn’t lock lips soon.”

“He was 14…you really think—”

“—Anyway, he was way too shy and nervous to ask her himself so I helped a brother out.”

“Wow.” Namjoon shakes his head, “And then?”

“She said no, of course.”

“Of course.”

“But then I reminded her how Jungkook totally saved her ass like a year prior when she got her period.”

“What…”

“Yeah! He cleaned the blood of her chair—disgusting by the way—and even let her use his sweater to wrap around her waist. Even bought her pads. She owed him, big time.”

“Taehyung—”

“—He got blood on his fingers bro…when he clean—”

“—Okay, that’s…anyway, so you guys guilted her into it.” Namjoon narrows his eyes, “Teenage boys are truly the worst.”

“She finally agreed. But those nerds went into her bedroom and wouldn’t kiss in front of me so I was hurt obv—”

“—Scratch that, teenage Taehyung was the worst—”

“—Anyway,” Taehyung ignores Namjoon, “She was afraid he was going to bite her but I assured her I taught him how to practice with his hand so she shouldn’t worry.”

“God, you’re being so serious.”

“So they go to the room and after a while I hear y/n scream. He fucking bit her.” Taehyung snorts at the memory, “I was standing outside the door the whole time. I go inside and they’re so fucking embarrassed and she vowed she would never do that again and you should have seen poor Jungkook’s face.” He’s cackling to himself. “But to be fair, she stuck her tongue in his mouth and even I didn’t know she was that bold.” 

“He bit her?!” Namjoon is trying not to laugh now too. “Damn, can’t believe she was his first kiss though. That’s pretty cute. Even though, he… you know, bit her.”

“I wish I would have seen that.” Taehyung starts giggling, “I only got to hear about it.”

“Hear about it from them?” Namjoon raises a brow at Taehyung, “Or hear about it because you were listening outside the door?”

“Potato, potato.” Taehyung lifts his shoulders in a dramatic shrug, “I told them they never know what the future might hold!” He grins, proud. “Hilarious that their first kiss was so disastrous yet that make out legit made me horny. ” 

“It’s hard to compare kissing when you’re kids and kissing when you’re adults.” Namjoon points out with a laugh, “But huh,” He glances behind him to eye you and Jungkook. “They seem good though!”

Taehyung raises a hand towards the bartender to get her attention so he can order the drinks before he’s got his lips curving into something so menacingly mischievous. “Oh, I bet they are.” 

~

“Jungkook…” His name falls from your lips in something like a whine…maybe because you are whining. But you meant to say it more sternly. 

“Hm?” Jungkook’s lips come from behind you, landing on a spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy.

“Go dance with someone else.” You tell him despite your fingers buried in his hair, “Go before someone sees us.”

“But I want to dance with you.” Jungkook’s hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your blouse as he pulls you closer to him. “Plus, they all went up to the third floor. We’re the only ones who wanted to dance.”

“This is a dangerous game.” You murmur, eyes closing when you feel him from behind you—the clear evidence that he’s enjoying this. 

“Games are for children, baby.” Jungkook tries to turn you in his grasp and when you’re successfully facing him, he leans forward. “Let’s leave, y/n. Let’s go to my place.” 

You feel tempted, of course you are, especially after feeling something resembling a boner on your ass. But you only crack a half smile his way, “Not tonight. Go mingle with someone.” You say before winking at him.

“Seriously?” He asks with a smirk. “You really want that?”

“Yup.” You tell him, your own smirk forming. “I’m going to go upstairs with everyone else.” 

“You think there’s going to be some guy up there for you to mingle with, huh?” Jungkook isn’t jealous, you know this. He just likes to tease. 

“Maybe?” You tilt your head, “I’m kind of just curious now.” You lift a finger to your chin, “You know?”

“Curious about what?” 

“Curious if you really are the best at fucking me?” You continue to look innocent, “I feel like I have to test it, you know? Maybe someone could be bett—”

“You know there isn’t. But sure, have a try.” He shakes his head with one of those alluring grins.

“Thanks for the permission.” 

“Didn’t realize you were seeking permission.” Jungkook leans in, his mouth at your ear. “You sure you want to give me that kind of power?”

You lean back from Jungkook, a disapproving smile on your face. “Annoying.” You tsk at him before swatting his chest lightly, “Let’s go.”

You don’t forget to roll your eyes before turning away from Jungkook, plans on heading towards the elevator to get to the third floor but warm fingers wrap around you wrist before you get the chance to move your feet. Jungkook.

“Yes?” You turn your head to eye him over. He’s looking more serious, smugness no longer lingering on his features. 

“You’re sure?” He asks you. “About wanting to hook up with other people tonight?” 

He’s being considerate, you think. You have no doubts that he will find someone to fuck tonight, even in the last hour you could probably point out 5 different girls who have had obvious interest in him. Whatever. “I’m sure.” You tell him without trying to think about it any further, “Now let’s go.” 

The third floor is an outdoor bar with a stunning set up. Lots of hanging lights, live band playing acoustics and a gorgeous view of Seoul. You spot your friends sitting on some fancy patio seating, a few faces you don’t recognize as well. Ara sees you first, her hands immediately rising to the air when she excitedly flags you down and waves you over. 

“You guys finally done dancing?” She beams at you, her cheeks rosy from the alcohol. “You missed it, Taehyung tried hitting on this girl and she turned him down so hard. God, it brought so much joy.” Ara smirks while glancing at Taehyung who just groans in response to her words. “Nothing makes me happier to see you fail.”

“Oh Ara, Ara, Ara.” Taehyung shakes his head, arms folding across his chest before he finally smiles at her. “The joy is because that means you still have a chance, right?” 

“You wish, Taehyung.” Ara’s smirk drops and she gives him the middle finger.

“Uh, yeah.” He agrees right away. “You don’t have to keep playing these games, you know you just have to say the—”

“Never going to happen.” She cuts him off before glancing at you and Jungkook now. “Wow, you guys are sweaty.”

“Well, you know dancing is the most fun thing about clubs.” You tell her, fingers at your hairline as you try to wipe some sweat. You look over at Jungkook who is shining as well. The outside breeze feels nice though and you’re sure he’s thinking the same thing.

“Careful,” Jungkook chuckles, “Taehyung will say the best thing about clubs is all the hooking up.”

“Because it is.” Taehyung gestures around the place, like it’s so obvious. “Like, look.” He nods towards your friends, “Hoseok and what’s her face, they’re totally going to fuck in the—oh, look. Even Jimin seems to be understanding club culture. He’s got his arm wrapped pretty tight around that girl. She’s hot, huh?”

“You know he’s just going to feel crappy tomorrow when he realizes he even stood 2 feet from a girl who isn’t Sung.” You remind Taehyung.

“She broke his heart! He deserves to at least flirt, y/n.” 

“I don’t totally agree with Taehyung,” Jungkook begins carefully, eyes on you while you’re already giving him a look of disapproval. “But come on, flirting won’t hurt the guy.”

“Hmm, I agree.” Ara chimes in, “And let’s be honest, Sung was…” She kind of vaguely gestures around with her hands, unsure expression on her face.

“Exactly!” Taehyung nods, “Ara is so smart. Is her intuition ever wrong? She’s like me.” Then he’s facing her fully, excited glint in his eyes. “Ara, imagine if we had babies, oh my god, they’d be the smartest—”

“No chance there, dude.” She puts a hand up. “Anyway, we made some friends, let’s introduce you guys.” She motions towards the rest of the group, trying to guide you guys. “Okay, first this is Hae and Youra!” 

Two girls who stand next to Lily and Hoseok suddenly lift their heads in your directions when they hear their names. The one on the left is probably the shortest one here, she’s petite with light brown hair and siren eyes. She’s the first to perk up when she hears her name and her eyes land on you and Jungkook as she grins.

“Hae.” She offers her name, “Your friends have been talking about you two. Glad we’re finally meeting.” She laughs now, hand covering her mouth as she bumps into the other girls side. “This is Youra.” Hae says cutely, winking at her friend who just brushes her off.

“Hi.” Is all she says. She’s taller, much taller and really, very pretty. Long, black hair that’s swept to the side as she eyes you and Jungkook over. Mostly Jungkook. Then she smiles.

You offer a short greeting, introducing yourself and immediately asking what your friends have been saying about you. Hae continues to giggle before she stands on her tip toes to whisper in your ear.

“You and your bestie here,” She glances at Jungkook who is greeting Youra. “Are super fun to drink with, but also your friends may have mentioned that Jungkook is super good looking and Youra is probably his type.” Hae leans away from you, grin on her face as she wiggles her brows in the direction of Youra and Jungkook. Well, she’s not wrong. Youra probably is his type. 

“Ah.” You nod in understanding and force a small smile. “I see.” You feel stupid for forcing a smile and you feel stupid for the stupid feeling in your gut but you told him to find someone tonight and the way he’s chatting with Youra, you imagine he’s listening for once. 

~

It’s not that the guys you’ve been meeting and chatting with every now and then tonight aren’t interesting—they just aren’t interesting enough. It’s a little boring, a little stressful and a little annoying trying to talk to a decent guy who you might want to hook up with. You understand Jungkook’s point of view…this is annoying. Why go through this when you have him? 

You’re almost tempted to tell him that but he is having a more successful night than you. He’s currently sitting across from you and this guy who you don’t remember his name, with Youra laughing into his chest every time he says something funny. Jungkook glances at you every now and then though, probably making sure you’re safe and comfortable. 

You’re safe and not exactly uncomfortable…but damn, you wish you were anywhere else. Jungkook’s eyes go back to Youra, her hand on his bicep and you’re trying so hard not to roll your eyes when Jungkook subtly flexes. You don’t think he does it on purpose…probably just instinct. Or maybe he just wants to impress her. You watch for them a minute and it feels like you just got caught with your hand in the cookie jar when Jungkook catches your eyes.

You look away quickly, gaze set on the bar when you begin to stand up. “I’m going to get another drink.” You tell the guy next to you but Jungkook and Youra can hear as well.

The guy next to you begins to stand as well, “Great, I can get it for you.” He offers with a smile and you’d be dumb to reject it. But…

“Actually, I owe y/n a drink!” Jungkook stands now too, “Guess I should get on that. Youra, would you like one as well?” He glances down at Youra who just nods her head with a pretty smile.

“Oh, cool.” The guy grins at you both, “I guess I can keep Youra company in the meantime!” 

“Okay. Be back.” You sing out before walking away and towards the bar. Jungkook follows behind you and you feel his chest on your back when you get comfortable at the bar top.

“Ever heard of personal space?” You lean forward, chin resting in your hands. “Also, why do you owe me a drink?” You turn your head to see him, his eyes on the busy bartender. “I mean, I’m not complaining but I don’t remember—”

“Just wanted to check in with you.” Jungkook’s gaze falls down to your eyes now. “You don’t seem too interested in Dal.” Dal. That’s his name. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah.” You hum.

“Okay…” Jungkook says slowly, “Then are you going to—”

“No.” You cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. “I don’t think I’m in the mood.”

“I could get you into the mood.” Jungkook says nonchalantly as he eyes the bartender again, lifting a finger to get her attention. You try to keep a straight face but crack an inevitable smile.

“Could you?” You decide to play along.

“Mhm.” He looks at you again, “That’s why you’ve been looking at me so much, right?” 

You try to swallow your spit but end up choking on it. “What?” You cough out. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Jungkook pauses to order a few drinks. When he’s finished with the order, his eyes find yours. “You were either looking at me so much while Dal was talking to you because A, you kept thinking about how much you want to fuck me. Or B, you were looking at me and Youra and being, you know, jealous.” He finishes with a straight face and when you don’t give an immediate response he smirks. “Oh?”

You stare at him until you start laughing, “Seriously? I only get two options?” 

“You want C? Okay…” Jungkook pretends to think hard about it, “C is that you suddenly came to the realization you are deeply in love with me!” He tells you dramatically but you’re quick to hit his chest but he’s faster, grabbing your wrist. “But that couldn’t be, huh? You’d never break a rule.”

You’re about to retort but the bartender is sliding over the drinks and Jungkook is taking his card out with a wink. 

“You’re so annoying.” You grumble. “But anyway, I wasn’t even looking at you.”

“You were.” He laughs. “It’s okay. Don’t I only know because I was looking at you too?”

You snort at him, shaking your head. “Fine. So why were you looking at me?”

“Because I keep thinking about how I want to take you home. It’s stupid you want to hook up with other people. I mean, I’m right here, baby.” He grins at you before putting his card back in his wallet. You feel heat crawl over every inch of your body.

“What about Youra?” You ask, feeling your body tingle in excitement but you’re telling it not to.

“Her?” He nods in the direction of Youra and Dal. The two are sitting next to one another, laughing and based off their body language—definitely hitting it off. “Yeah, I think she will be okay.” Jungkook chuckles. 

“Hmm, I don’t know.” You drag out the words, trying to look nonchalant while reaching for a drink but Jungkook only scoffs at you.

“You do know.” He says, grabbing the two other drinks. “Let’s finish these and leave. Say you don’t feel good or something.”

You aren’t going to fight him on this when you both know it’s what you want. “Okay.”

~

“And then Yumi’s cousin had the audacity to say ‘Well, I got married after two years of dating. You’ve been together what? Four years? And still no wedding?’ So, I looked at her and said, ‘Yeah but your husband could never look as good as me.’ And then I blew her a kiss. Just to piss her off more.” Jin says proudly, arm wrapped around Yumi, his fiancé.

“…Did you really?” Yoongi asks.

“He really did.” Yumi says with a straight face but then she smiles softly. “But it felt nice actually. I get along with everyone in my family except for her.”

“She’s a bully!” Jin shouts, “My Yumi is way better in every single way so it’s crazy that this girl thinks there is anything to compare.”

“Ah, Seokjin.” Yumi coos, her hand grabbing his cheeks. “My hero.”

“That’s right!” He grins at everyone. “You here that?”

“We heard.” Jungkook chuckles. “So does this mean you guys will set a date soon?”

“April next year.” Yumi confirms. “I already booked the place a couple months ago.”

“Wait, huh?” Jin turns his head in shock.

“What?” Yumi looks at him innocently. “Remember you said your dream wedding was at the venue in Jeju Island?” 

“…Yes.”

“I got it.”

“Yumi!!!!!” Jin yells out excitedly before wrapping her in his arms. “My future bride is the best!”

“I know.” She says, “But anyway, sorry we got here so late. Did we miss anything?”

“Not too much.” Ara takes a sip of her drink, “Besides Taehyung getting shut down by a hot girl and Hoseok and Lily disappeared like 30 minutes ago.”

“My guy.” Taehyung raises his drink to the sky. “Doing what we wish we could.”

“And I’m sad!” Jimin says with a drunk smile.

“…Oh.” Yumi smiles awkwardly, worried eyes going to Jimin. “I’m sorry about Sung.”

“S-Sung…” Jimin says her name slowly before his smile disappears. “It’s okay. I’ll just cry later.”

“What happened to the girl from earlier?” Taehyung asks, eyes searching for said girl.

“Oh her?” Jimin slumps his shoulders, “She told me something along the lines of ‘wow, I’ve never had a guy talk this much about their ex.’ Or something like that. Anyway, she’s gone.”

“…Damn.” You lean over and rub Jimin’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Jimin. Best part of getting over an ex is actually just spending time with your friends and having a good time.”

“No, the best part is hook—” You cut Taehyung off with a slap to his arm. “Fine, whatever.” He gives up.

“Where did Namjoon go though?” You look around but Yoongi gives the answer you probably should have assumed.

“He went home a while ago.” He sips his drink, “Pregnant wife and all.”

“Speaking of going home…” You say carefully, eyes locking with Jungkook who just sits across from you, his drink long finished. “I think these drinks aren’t really agreeing with me. Uh, kind of feel like heading home.” 

“What?!” Taehyung whines, “But but…”

“Don’t look so sad.” You laugh it off, “It’s not like you have to leave!”

“I’m not going to let you get a ride home this late by yourself.” Taehyung scolds you, “I’ll just—”

“I’ll make sure she gets home.” Jungkook says, “I’m tired too anyway.”

“Oh?” Taehyung looks between you both, “You’re such a gentleman.” 

“I know.” Jungkook stands, “Should we go, y/n?” 

You look around before standing as well, “Yeah.”

“Can I also go home?” Jimin raises his hand with a pout.

“Absolutely not.” Taehyung grins, “Yoongi!”

“Hm?” He continues to sip on his drink.

“Ready to get some ass?”

Yoongi is quiet as he sets his drink down onto the table, standing up and patting down his clothing. “I guess I could find another person tonight.”

“Anoth…it’s always the quiet ones.” Yumi whispers towards Jin. 

~

“I thought we were going back to mine?” You ask Jungkook as the two of you take the elevator up to his apartment. 

“I have to work early tomorrow so it will just be easier to leave from here.” He tells you, “Plus, we both know my sheets are way better than yours.”

“That’s true.” You shrug before pouting. “But I was thinking about the leftovers I have in my fridge that would totally hit the spot.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be the one hitting the spot tonight.” Jungkook says, smirk in his voice as he eyes the numbers inside the elevator as the floors get higher.

“God, do you just have a line for everything?” You laugh.

“You make it easy!” He laughs with you, his head turning in your direction. “You set it up so nicely.”

“So it’s my fault you’re so smooth?”

“You think I’m smooth?” He steps closer to you, hands going to your hips. “I’m trying not to be.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Why not?”

“Don’t want to turn you on too much.” He smirks, “If you recall, I have your panties in my pocket. What’s to stop you from dripping down your thi—ow.” He winces when you hit him, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth. “You don’t think I could turn you with my words alone?” His fingers dig into your hips. “You don’t think I could sit you down and say dirty things to you and you wouldn’t get so wet?” 

“Jungkook…” You turn your head, eyes avoiding his. 

“Oh,” He pulls you closer to him, mouth nearing your ear. “You just don’t want me to have that kind of control, do you?” He whispers, hands sliding down until he’s cupping your ass. “That’s a pity.”

Your body feels like it’s being pulled down to the ground, your heart is loud, thumping in your ears. You still can’t look at him but you want to. You want to look into his eyes and see the darkness swirling around. See the lust coat over and the fire begin to crackle. Even looking into his eyes might be hard because you might really give him what he wants—

Ding. The elevator doors open and Jungkook squeezes your cheeks before letting go of you altogether. “Come on,” He takes your hand now, warm and calloused. 

Jungkook lives in a very nice apartment complex, the building is tall and towers over the city of Seoul. You guess this is what happens when you own your own successful business. The hallway to get to his front door isn’t a very long walk, it’s quiet save the sound of your shoes clicking against the floor. 

Your hand is still in Jungkook’s, his thumb brushing over your skin like it usually does. You glance down at your joined hands and wondered when you two got so comfortable with touches like this. You’ve always liked Jungkook’s touch more than anyone else’s. Even since you were kids…Taehyung kind of forced you to become more affectionate with his constant hugging and you love it, of course. But Jungkook’s touch always offered something more comforting. 

“It was option A by the way.” You suddenly say, voice softly echoing in the hallway. Jungkook stops walking, causing you to stop as well. He looks at you for a moment, eyes still filled with lust but the fire that was beginning to crackle is now growing into a strong flame. 

“A guy was talking to you and your thoughts were on me? How you want to fuck me?” Jungkook breathes out, dark smile beginning to form. “As much as I love that I was hoping you were a little jealous so you would want to do dirty things to me in hopes it would teach me to never want anyone but you.”

Your eyes slightly expand and you quickly move your legs closer together and Jungkook’s gaze falls lower before he lifts his eyes again. “See?” He turns to begin walking again, “I told you my words could turn you on.” 

“Shut up.” You follow him when you both stop at his front door. He enters the code and the door unlocks, he’s quick to open the door and tug you inside.

“Make me.” He says, shutting the front door and pushing his back against it. Offering himself to you. You eye him over and he shows you a small smile before reaching for you and dragging you closer to him, “I’ve been wanting you since you got to Taehyung’s house…please don’t make me wait any longer, y/n. Please kiss me. Or touch me. Both. Anything.” He’s looking into your eyes, “You know I have no shame…I will beg you all night if I have to.”

“Would you?” You get closer, your hands rising towards his chest. Fingers splaying over the material of his shirt. “Would you have begged Youra?” You ask, tone laced in a quiet confidence because you know the answer.

“Youra?” Jungkook quirks a brow, “Careful, y/n. You do almost sound jealous. Bringing up another g—”

“Not jealous.” Your fingers drag down his chest lightly, you feel his abdominal tense beneath you the lower you get. “Just curious.”

“Curious?” He chuckles, the sound shaky as he anticipates how your fingers will move against him next. “It’s okay, y/n. Jealousy doesn’t have to have a deep meaning…I could understand if you just didn’t want to share.” 

“Have I been sharing?” You ask carefully, tone still confident. Your eyes lowering to his belt. You swiftly begin untucking his shirt from his dress pants and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You keep talking like you want to. But I know you, don’t I?” He watches your hands, fingers trailing back to his chest as you begin undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one. “You,” He pauses, head tilting back against the door as your cold fingers graze over his exposed chest. “You and I both knew that the only one I was fucking tonight was you, huh?” 

“Hmm, how should I answer that?” You ask thoughtfully, eyes finally rising to his. “The answer you want or the truth?” You’re teasing him.

“The answer I want is also the truth.” He tells you, lips curving into a grin. “Right?”

“You’re so cocky.” You chuckle, fingers spreading his shirt further apart before you’re dragging the material down his arms and off his body. You eye his physique. Lean yet strong, muscles defined in a way that has heat pooling in your lower stomach. “God, but I guess you have a right to be.” 

Jungkook laughs a little, eyes closing when your fingers dance across his flexed stomach. “Kiss me.” He sighs out, “Anywhere.” 

“Hm, I don’t know, baby—” You stop, fingers pausing as well. You blink at nothing as you realize the term slipped out. But Jungkook releases a long breath and a quiet moan, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, you look up at him, his eyes now fully on fire.

“Fuck, please…” He brings your wrist to his lips and he starts slowly placing kisses there. “Keep calling me that.” His other hand goes to your waist, pulling you even closer. Your chest up against his, “I’ve been wanting to hear it for months…”

“Jungkook—”

“What do you want from me tonight?” He asks, “How many times will you make me come? How many times do you want me to make you come? Because I am running out of patience. Fuck, feel my dick, baby. Feel it.” 

You do feel it. The way you’re pushed up against him, you feel the outline of his hard length, you can only imagine the way it’s throbbing painfully in his pants. He’s flushed and desperate. He must need to be touched so badly. 

“Okay…” Your breaths are more erratic than you want to let on, but he knows you’re getting tired of all the talking as well. Your hand slowly reaches for his cheek, “I want you to fuck me on your couch.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” He nods, his eyelids are heavy. “But can I check something first?” He asks you, his tone is dark and teasing.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, “Go ahead.”

The corner of Jungkook’s lips turn upward and you feel his hand leave your waist and then suddenly his fingers are at your inner thighs. “Thought so.” He smirks at you, “Dripping down your thighs.” 

And another second is not wasted. Your lips slot between his quickly, rough and sloppy as you two desperately feel every inch of the other. His hands wander all around while yours tug his hair. He groans into your mouth while he urges you to jump and wrap your legs around him. You don’t even realize how quickly he’s got you, carrying you over to the sofa and sitting down. His back against the couch cushions while you straddle him, lips still moving against his.

Your skirt is bunched up around your waist and your exposed core is rubbing against his pants uncomfortably. Your fingers slide down his torso, quickly undoing his belt and dragging down the zipper. “Fuck, take these off.” You pant into his mouth, “Let me feel you properly.” 

“Hold on,” He moans, wanting nothing more than to feel your bare pussy sliding against his cock. “Let me…” His hands go behind him, pulling his wallet out when he gets a condom. And then he’s throwing the wallet across the living room and you lift up so he can take his pants and briefs off. 

“Oh god,” Your eyes fall to his crotch, his member springing free, hard and long and you want to wrap your lips around it, knowing it drives him crazy. And the look of him drowning in pleasure because of your mouth is a sight for sore eyes. But the look of him when his cock is embraced by your heat is even more satisfying. 

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He looks up at you, lips parted as he pants. “So fucking pretty.”

This is what you meant…no one ever means what they say during sex. You don’t bother to respond to that. You only lean forward to kiss him again and your mouth falls open when you feel his fingers brush against your pussy. He’s soaking two fingers, gathering all of your wetness before teasing your hole. 

“Will this be the first way you come?” He asks, eyes finding yours. “Or should you ride my face?”

“Jungkook—” You gasp a little, his fingers pushing inside you. “Oh…” You slowly close your eyes as your forehead rests against his. His fingers feel like they’re massaging your walls, curling into you with expertise. 

“This is how you like it, right?” He starts working his fingers a little faster.

“Yeah.” You hum, hips grinding down onto his hand. “You know exactly what I—” You can’t finish that as you breathe heavier, your lips finding his again. He kisses you back, firm against your mouth. 

Jungkook feels his ego growing larger when your wetness drips down his hand, he feels more motivated to keep you going. You’re enjoying this, yes. But you realize—

“I want you.” You barely pull your lips away from his, “I want to come around your cock, Jungkook…I’m losing my mind.” 

“Yeah?” His thumb circles your clit and you struggle to keep most your weight off of him. He doesn’t mind as your body lowers, his fingers leave you and your body loses more power, you can feel his cock resting against him. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I know that’s a typical thing to say but holy hell, I’ve never felt it like this…” He’s straining. 

“Grab the condom.” You instruct him, feeling desperate. “Put it on slowly,” Your eyes are on his twitching member. “Let me see how you struggle to pace yourself.”

“You love watching me go crazy for you, don’t you?” He chuckles, hand patting the sofa as he tries to find the condom. He finally grabs it, ripping the package open and rolls it on slowly. He focuses his gaze on you, his fingers working the condom over his cock. You’re staring down at it, breathing heavy as you anticipate the way he’s about to split you open. 

“It’s only fair.” You finally respond, your fingers replacing his. His breaths are bated as you hold onto his member, lifting yourself to angle it just right at your entrance. “Since I’m going crazy for you too.” And then you start to slowly sink down onto him. You have to pause several times, his size stretching you apart and the burn is inevitable. 

“Take your time, baby.” Jungkook groans, his eyes watching how he disappears inside you inch by inch. “Could never dream of hurting you.” 

For reasons unknown, your heart pinches a little in your chest at his words. But the feeling quickly dissolves and is replaced with ecstasy when you’re fully seated in his lap with his member shoved so deeply inside of you. 

You stay still for a few moments, heavy breaths as you try to relax around him. He’s patient with you, he always is. He’s studying your expressions, eyes never leaving your face. His hands go to your waist, holding you so tightly, “At least take this shirt off.” He tells you softly, “Want to feel your skin.” You nod and he’s quick to get it off of you. Nothing but this skirt and a lacey bra. “Fucking pretty…”

“You feel good.” You sigh out, face barely an inch from his. “You always feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” He accidently bucks his hip into yours, the feeling of his cock somehow reaching deeper makes you moan for him. “Fuck, y/n. You’re squeezing me…”

You start to move your hips slowly, not exactly bouncing on his dick or anything. Just grinding and it’s something he really enjoys. Other guys in the past have complained about this particular move but Jungkook loves watching your hips move so effortlessly. 

“That feel good?” He asks you, struggling to keep himself from fucking you crazy. “You love the way I feel inside you, don’t you?”

You don’t answer with words. You only move faster. Finally you lift yourself, his cock beginning to slide out of you before you lower again making Jungkook tighten his grip around your waist. He’s panting below you, letting you do what you want with him. 

“That’s good, baby.” Jungkook bites his lip. “So good.”

And then you’re consistent with riding his cock, the pace is enough for your thighs to burn but the pleasure it brings is so worth it. “Ah, Jungkook…” You moan his name and he bucks his hips into yours again, the pleasure double. “Fuck yeah, do that.” You whine, feeling tired. “Fuck me like that…” You wrap your arms around his neck and Jungkook’s fingers slide down to your hips where he stills you, holding you in place before he’s thrusting up. 

His pace is quicker than yours and he’s hitting you so deeply. “Fuck.” He mumbles, “You sound so pretty…”

“Jungkook.” You cry his name as he roughly brushes against any spot that could bring you to orgasm. “Just like that…” Your words are broken, “Fuck me like this…making me come.” 

A loud moan is drawn out from his lips, his eyes squeezing shut as he fucks into you harder and faster. “Come, y/n. God, please come…” He keeps going and your legs feel so weak, your entire body is tensing, your face falls into the crook of Jungkook’s neck as you try to brace yourself.

“Yeah, I am…” You warn him, “Fuck, I am.” You let go of every little feeling in your body, it rushes out of you with no warning of how good this all feels. You’re tight around him, walls sucking his cock in as you come all around him. “Come too. Come, Jungkook. Come, baby.”

He’s pounding up into you, his eyes opening as he kisses your shoulder over and over, “I’m coming, fuck, my god, I’m coming…” He stills his hips once he’s buried so deep inside you. His hips stuttering for many moments as he tries to calm down his heavy breaths. 

You’re out of energy as you drape your body over his, shamelessly. He doesn’t mind, his hands loosening their grip on your hips before his fingers stroke your back soothingly. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yeah.” You laugh into his neck, “I’ve also been wanting you since you got to Taehyung’s house.” You admit to him, face lifting as you make eye contact with him, “Bedroom next?”

He just chuckles and looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye, “You broke two rules tonight.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

~

You know it has to be pretty early, the sun feels more like it’s glowing through the window instead of the Saturday afternoon blindness that you’re used to. You squint, eyes going around the room when you see Jungkook’s bathroom light is on and he’s not in bed with you. 

You pull the sheets closer to your face as you try to lull yourself back to sleep. He’s probably getting ready, he mentioned he was going to his company today to work. You know he won’t mind if you stay and sleep in—wouldn’t be the first time. Right when you’re about to close your eyes again and drift, he is walking out of his bathroom. Dress pants and button up shirt and surprised eyes on you.

“You’re awake?” He asks, coming closer to the bed. “Shocking.”

“Only momentarily.” You murmur sleepily. Jungkook chuckles at you, walking to your side of the bed before taking a seat. 

“Want to hang out later when I’m done with work?”

“I think we exceeded our hook up limit.” You pull the sheets higher.

He raises a brow at you, clearly amused. “I meant as friends.”

“Oh.” You blink at him before tucking the sheet under your chin, “We’ll see. Anyway, it sucks you have to work today?”

“Big project coming up. But well, that’s what happens when you’re in charge.” He sighs out.

“Well, you do like that.”

“Yeah, you’d know, huh?” He smirks at you before feigning a shock expression. “Oh wait, you wouldn’t.” 

“Shush.” You feel the heat start to creep up your neck.

“Hmm,” Jungkook leans down, face hovering above your own. “Maybe one day…you’ll let me…” He whispers against your lips before kissing you. He’s gentle. Soft. Warm. 

He pulls away from you and you know the heat has made its way to your cheeks. “We’re just friends, why are you kissing me?” You ask, trying to hide a smile as you tease him.

He breaks out into his own smile, front teeth poking from his lips before he’s laughing. “I’ll see you later, don’t forget to lock up later, okay? Enjoy your sleep.” 

~~~

“I’m not saying it’s a big deal but she’s my mom! I would have liked to know she has a boyfriend! I had to find out through my aunt.” Ara tells you, her hands deep into a bag of chips. “Apparently he’s rich though, so like, good for her.” 

“Maybe she just hasn’t found the time to tell you.” You giggle, “Or she’s avoiding it because you’re terrifying and test every man she brings home. It’s like you’re the parent.” 

“It’s because she’s sensitive!” Ara pouts, “My mom is not like me at all. She’s like the easiest target for a broken heart.”

“Are you saying no one ever breaks your heart?” You lean towards her to grab the bag of chips, “I remember differently, I guess.” You tease her. 

“That was one time!” She argues, “Never again!”

“Uh huh.” You munch on a few chips. “Right.”

“Anyway, speaking of moms.” She says the words slowly, carefully. “Have you talked to yours recently?”

“Eh, kind of.” You shrug, “She called me like a week or so ago to chat.” 

“Oh.” She looks surprised. “That’s good!” 

“I guess.” You laugh, “You know, I think you guys care more about the relationship with my mom more than I do. It’s fine, really.” You try to assure Ara. “I accepted a long time ago that this is as good as it gets. And I’m content with that, believe it or not.”

“Okay, okay.” Ara raises her hands, “If you say it, I’ll believe it.” 

“Mhm.” You reach for more chips.

“But anyway…I’ve kind of been texting with this guy I met through Lily.” She steals the bag of chips from you. “Also, you got crumbs on your sofa. Can’t blame me this time!” She points next to you, “But anyway, we’ve kind of been texting for a bit and—”

“What about Taehyung?” You ask, brushing the crumbs to the floor…you’ll vacuum later.

“What about Taehyung?” Ara rolls her eyes playfully, “I might be in love with him but I also have some dignity.” 

“You do?!” You throw a hand to your mouth, shocked expression while Ara glares at you. “Kidding, kidding.”

“Anyway, so this guy….”

“Uh huh…?”

“He has a friend.” Ara gets out quickly.

“…Ara…” You immediately give her a look of disapproval.

“Hear me out! Hear me out!”

“Fine, I’m listening.”

“I maybe kind of….like sent a picture of both of us and his friend saw and now they want to double.” She flutters her lashes at you, “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Literally, not at all.” You answer with a straight face. 

“Look, I know you’re fucking someone but considering you haven’t mentioned this dude even once, I highly doubt there’s anything romantic happening, right?” 

You stare at her, mouth parted as you think of her words. Of course there isn’t. So tell her that. But instead you blink at her repeatedly until she’s narrowing her eyes at you. Then finally you blurt it, “No!” 

“…Right.” She says the word slowly. “Do you see a romantic future with this person?”

“No!” You say a lot more quickly this time, cheeks feeling hot. 

“Hmm…okay.” She tries not to smile, instead she gets on her phone. You decide to do the same and you notice a bunch of unread texts from one of your group chats. 

Jimin 3:03pm

Guys last night for real cured me!!!!!!!!

Taehyung 3:06pm

I told you bro

Jimin 3:06pm

Im being fuckin sarcastic dumbass 

Jimin 3:06pm

Anyway what I really need is snacks and sad movies?🥺

Jungkook 3:10pm

I told u taehyung

Taehyung 3:11pm

Shut up 

Taehyung 3:11pm

Jimin, be happy that ur finally free bro…free from the shackles of a relationship

Jungkook 3:14pm

Here we go 🙄

Taehyung 3:14pm

This is freedom buddy

Jimin 3:18pm

y/n…how did you get over Jihoon so fast??

Taehyung 3:20pm

Obvious…she didn’t even like him lol

Jungkook 3:20pm

Agreed 👀

Jimin 3:23pm

Oh I thought maybe she was seein someone lmao

Taehyung 3:23pm

LOL pls. she left with JUNGKOOK last night. She’s def not

Taehyung 3:23pm

Unless 👀

Jimin 3:24pm

Oh 👀

Jungkook 3:25pm

Guys😒

You roll your eyes at the last few texts before finally sending in your own messages.

y/n 3:28pm

ANYWAY

y/n 3:28pm

what movie do u wanna watch jimin?

Jimin 3:28pm

The notebook? 🥺

“Movie night tonight with some of the guys,” You lift your head to eye Ara, “You in?”

“Can’t.” She clicks her own phone off, “Meeting with the girls at a café. Ditch the boys and come.” 

“Ugh, I would but I don’t think Jimin would forgive my absence in his post break up state.” You chuckle, “He needs emotional support.”

“That’s fair.” Ara laughs as well, “I’m glad Sung is out of the picture, never liked her. I guess only me and Taehyung saw through her evil ways.”

“What?!” You laugh, “Was she that bad?”

“I need you to work on your intuition.” She starts munching on chips again. “Sometimes you got to notice the things around you…” She says more quietly before looking at her phone again. “Oh, this dress is cute, right?” She shows you the screen. “Maybe I could wear it on our double date.”

You snort at this, “What double date?”

“Ah, you’ll give in.” 

~

“You’re lucky I like this movie too, Jimin.” Taehyung says as he sits down on his couch, next to Jungkook. 

“Oh really?” Jimin lifts his head from your shoulder. “And what’s your favorite part?”

“When they die.” He says monotonously.

All three of you twist your heads in Taehyung’s direction and he blinks at all of you before slowly nodding his head, “Okay.” He snorts now, “I know how that sounded. But!” He raises his hands in surrender, “I meant it because I think it’s cute that they loved each other until the end. Jeez, do you guys really think I’m that heartless?”

“Never surprised with you, Taehyung.” You laugh out loud, “Never surprised.”

“Hey,” Jimin looks at you guys, soft eyes before he continues. “You guys are going to cry too, right?”

“Obviously.” Jungkook nods. “Now press play.”

You guys watch the movie, sniffles can be heard from everyone but Jimin is especially worked up as he mutters how beautiful the movie is. You guys eat snacks and debate another movie when Taehyung lights up excitedly. “Oh yeah! y/n!” 

“Hm?” You hum, mouth full. 

“When do you start the new position at work?” 

“Oh.” You swallow the food before looking a little unsure. “I didn’t accept actually.”

Taehyung’s lit up eyes lose all light when his eyebrows furrow, “And why not?”

“I don’t know, I’m just not that interested, I guess.” You avoid his gaze but Taehyung does not take the hint that you don’t want to talk about it.

“Not interested?” He asks, “Seriously? God, y/n. Are you always just going to hide in the shadows? Call your boss.”

“Excuse me?” You blink at him, almost amused he’s trying to tell you what to do. But mostly annoyed.

“Call him and said you made a mistake.” He says it firmly. “You’re not going to give up on this opportunity again.” 

“Taehyung.” Jungkook warns his friend. “Relax, she’s already made her decision.”

“She didn’t make any decision?” Taehyung looks at Jungkook incredulously. “You know better than anyone how dumb she’s be—”

“Dude.” Jungkook narrows his eyes at Taehyung. 

“Right, right.” Taehyung sits back on the sofa, clearly annoyed. “I’m not the bad guy here.” He mumbles, then he finds your eyes. “Just like Jungkook over here, I also care about you. I want the best for you and sometimes the best comes knocking and you ignore it.” 

“I just…” You chew your lips, feeling a little anxious. “I don’t think I can do it,” You tell him but your anxious eyes find Jungkook who is looking at you already with a softness that comforts you. You know he will talk to Taehyung and have your back. He always does. 

“You can do it.” Taehyung leans forward, shaking his head slightly. “You’re just so scarred—”

“Hey,” Jimin stands from the floor, “I think I remember seeing ice cream in the freezer. Want some?” He smiles at everyone, hoping to ease some tension. 

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods, “y/n? Ice cream?”

“Okay.” You stand too, “I’ll help.”

~

“You sure you want to leave and drive this late?” Jimin asks you as he pulls back from your hug. 

“Jimin.” You laugh at his dramatics, “It is barely 11. I think I’ll survive.” 

“Okay, let me rephrase…you sure you want to leave while I am emotionally compromised?” He jokes with you, “Ah, fine. I’ll just make Taehyung stay up with me, binging more sad movies.”

“He secretly loves it.” Jungkook chuckles while he slips on his shoes. “I’ll walk her out.”

You nod at Jungkook when Taehyung comes towards you, scooping you up for a tight hug. “Sorry for earlier.” He mumbles, pulling away but keeping his hands on your arms. “Love you.”

You look up into Taehyung’s eyes and you feel his sincerity and it makes you feel a little bad, “I know.” You tell him with a smile. “Love you too.”

“I’ll head out too.” Jungkook tells the boys, but they already assumed. “You guys still wanted to hit the gym tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.” Jimin nods, “I’ll text when I’m up.”

“Same.” Taehyung adds. “Get home safe.”

You and Jungkook walk out of Jimin’s place and stroll down the street a little to get to your car that’s parked. You stop before unlocking it, facing Jungkook as your head bobs around. “Where did you park?”

“A little more down that way.” He points behind you. “But uh, hey…” Jungkook eyes you carefully, trying to read your expression. “About Taehyung—”

“It’s okay.” You shake your head with a small smile, “He’s—”

“He’s just being hard on you because he cares. You know that, right?” Jungkook tilts his head, big, doe eyes staring at you. Hoping you know the answer. 

“I know.” You laugh a bit humorlessly, “He makes it clear every time we get into conversations like this. But I just wish he would listen to me and just…I don’t know, let it go and let me be.” 

Jungkook lightly snorts at this, smile on his lips. “Have you met him? Is he one to ever let something go?”

“It’s just…” You look down at your feet, wondering how to word it…”It’s harder to get my feelings across to him. I…it’s always been easier venting to you and saying what I really want to say. When it comes to deeper things…you always know everything. It’s not his fault he just doesn’t get me.” 

“Hey…” Jungkook reaches for your shoulder, fingers rubbing it gently. “He does get you. I get you, yeah. But he does too…we just get you in different ways.” He tells you, a small blush on his cheeks and you wonder if it’s from the night breeze. 

“I guess.” You blow out a puff of air, shoulders slumping a little. 

“So,” Jungkook brings his hand back down to his side. “Can you tell me why you turned down the promotion?”

You look at him and feel the defeat settling, “Fine. I just…I don’t like roles like that, you know that. You know how I am. I prefer being off to the side, you know, very low key. Something—”

“Yeah. Well, we can thank your mom for that.” He says, annoyance evident.

“Jungkook.” You say his name vigorously but he ignores it. 

“What?” He takes a deep breath, “You know it’s true. God, she really messed up your whole perception of…” He gestures his hands around but you look at him, expecting an explanation. “Oh come on,” He drags out the words, “She didn’t want you to be the center of attention for anything. Literally anything. Remember when you were in middle school and you were the lead role for some play? She made you give up the role so ‘other kids had a chance.’ Or when she literally canceled your birthday party because it was ‘insensitive’ to other kids who couldn’t have parties??” 

You exhale a breath, waiting for him to continue…because you know he wants to.

“She was selfish, y/n.” He tells you softer now, “Her excuses were bullshit. She just wanted the entire spotlight on her and her campaign. Everyone and everything else was background. And now here you are afraid to receive any amount of attention that you deserve. Fucked you up.” He shakes his head, eyes going to the sky. 

Finally, you speak. “It wasn’t really like that.” You say calmly, “My mom had it rough and she wanted to prote—”

“I’m not saying that wasn’t part of it…” He looks back at you. “But she just isn’t the parent that wants better for her kid…but rather she wanted you to suffer the same way she did. To teach you what? How to be anxious?”

“It’s fine.” You glance away from his gaze. “I don’t really like the spotlight anyway.”

“Really? I can still remember how excited you were for that play.” Jungkook chuckles, “You practiced in front of your mirror all the time and you cried for like ever when she told you to give it up. Then I guess you got used to it.” 

“She really wasn’t that bad…” You say, knowing that’s not totally truthful.

“y/n…she didn’t even show up to your University graduation.” Jungkook reminds you. It should sting but this is old news. You’ve honestly healed a lot since then but it seems this is one event he really cannot let go. You were devastated at that time and Jungkook is the one who witnessed it all. You think he might continue but instead you hear him start cracking up, you lift your eyes to him and express your confusion. What is funny?

“But you know what was hilarious about that night?” He asks you, teeth poking out, ready to tease you. Ah, so that’s what’s funny. Well, you should have guessed he was going to bring it up. 

You roll your eyes and look at him, almost in a challenge. “And what exactly was so funny about that night?”

“You know how everyone always brings up the night Taehyung made us make out a few months ago to tease us?” He keeps grinning at you, devious little thing. “I wonder what they’d say if they knew.” He smirks now.

“Knew what, huh?” 

“That you tried to kiss me. The night of your graduation. You totally tried to kiss me.” He keeps smirking.

You glance away, pout on your lips. “I was drunk.”

“Uh huh.”

“Drunk and vulnerable!” You quietly shout, eyes back on him. 

He softens at this, “Yeah, you were vulnerable.” His gaze somehow eases even more. “That’s why I didn’t let you kiss me.” 

That’s why?

“Then…” You bite your bottom lip, pausing to gaze into his eyes. “Would you have if—”

“Oh.” Jungkook glances down, hand feeling his pocket before he’s pulling out his phone. He looks at the screen, “Sorry, my brother is calling me. He’s supposed to swing by my place to drop off some stuff.” He clicks the phone off though, “I’ll call him back when I get to my car.

“Jungkook—”

“—Look, about the promotion…I’m not telling you to call your boss and tell him you’ll take it…but at least reconsider.” He reaches for your hand, thumb brushing your skin, “And you might not want to be the center of the universe but to some people you are. So,” He bites his lip, concealing a smile. “Just humor us.” 

~~~

It’s Tuesday in the afternoon, fingers busy at your desk computer, trying to finish up one of your team’s projects. You work for an ad agency and you tend to do a lot of the background work but your boss has insisted you move up in the company as the lead director for all upcoming projects within your team—meaning you’ll be in charge of traveling to other places and be the head of presenting. 

You’ve already declined twice. But your boss reasons that no one is better for the job than you. He offered it a year ago, hired someone else but they’ve left the company and he’s asked you again just recently. Maybe Taehyung and Jungkook are right…maybe you should reconsider. But Jungkook is also right about you feeling a weird pressure anytime something like this happens…your moms words still echo in your mind. You laugh at yourself, feeling pathetic for still hearing her voice. You’ve healed, you’ve moved forward yet you’re still afraid and you still put restrictions on yourself. 

“y/n.” Your boss, Mr. Kim comes towards you with a flash drive in his hand. “Mind if you look over this?” He waves it around, “Hito’s team finished it up but I’d like for you to give it a once over and see if it’s actually ready.” 

“Sure.” You smile, taking the flash drive from his hand. “When do you want my thoughts?”

“As soon as possible, if you can.” He tells you. “By the way…” He glances around, “I know you’ve already rejected my offer but—”

“I’ll think about it.” You cut him off, eyes widening when you realized that you did. “Sorry, I just…you want me to reconsider the promotion, right?”

“Yes!” He grins at you. “Think about it. I’ll take it. Think you can give me an answer by the end of the month?” 

“Yeah.” You nod, smiling gratefully. Wondering where the hell your burst of motivation came from. 

“This is great news, y/n.”

~

You get home, small apartment quite a bit away from your work building—hey, maybe if you do take the promotion, you could afford something nicer and closer. Only Tuesday but the week feels long already and a bubble bath sounds so nice.

You dip your toes to test the waters, a pleasant burn from the tub makes you sink into the tub before you know it. Body already relaxing as bubbles swarm every inch of skin. Your phone that sits on the ledge of the tub vibrates and you try to somehow dry your soapy fingers before grabbing it.

Ara 9:58pm

So

Ara 9:58pm

Double date this Saturday?? For me?????

y/n 9:59pm

ugh

You look down at the screen contemplating the situation…for Ara. 

y/n 9:59pm

fine whatever

Ara 10:00pm

YAY!

Ara 10:00pm

Btw love the enthusiasm girly!

y/n 10:01pm

shut up

You laugh to yourself before deciding to scroll through your phone when an idea comes to mind.

y/n 10:06pm

hiiiiiiii

You leave the message thread before continuing to scroll through your phone. It’s been a few minutes and still no reply. You brush it off, maybe he’s already asleep. You set your phone back down on the ledge and then sink deeper into the tub. Bubbles meeting your chin and you close your eyes. Yes this feels—your phones buzzes and your eyes shoot open as your stomach swirls in excitement. You dry the tip of your fingers again before reaching for your phone.

Jungkook 10:17pm

Hey baby

y/n 10:17pm

😐

Jungkook 10:18pm

Lol okay okay

Jungkook 10:18pm

Hiiii

y/n 10:18pm

what are you doing?

Jungkook 10:20pm

Just walked in the door

y/n 10:20pm

from what?

y/n 10:20pm

from work???

Jungkook 10:23pm

Yeah its been a long ass stressful ass day 

y/n 10:23pm

its after 10 and youre just getting home?

y/n 10:23pm

lol r u lying….really from work?

Jungkook 10:24pm

Where else?

y/n 10:24pm

idk

Jungkook 10:25pm

Lol

Jungkook 10:25pm

Yes, from work y/n

y/n 10:26pm

I wasn’t insinuating anything!

Jungkook 10:28pm

Uh huh sure

y/n 10:28pm

anyway

Jungkook 10:28pm

Lol so do you want me to come over? I can shower really quick and go 

y/n 10:29pm

oh no its okay…im sure youre really tired 

Jungkook 10:31pm

So tired

Jungkook 10:31pm

But also stressed. So seeing you might be good for me 

y/n 10:32pm

wow…sex to relieve stress, huh?

Jungkook 10:32pm

Get your head out of the gutter! I was just going to VENT 🤥

y/n 10:33pm

uh huh sure

Jungkook 10:35pm

Lemme shower and ill text when im on my way 😘

After your bath you find some comfy clothes to slip into. Just a pair of shorts and an old, oversized t shirt from University. Jungkook texted like 20 minutes ago that he was on his way so you’re expecting him any minute now. And like clockwork, you can hear the ding of each number being pressed into your lock and suddenly the door is opening and Jungkook is letting himself in. 

“Hey.” He notices you coming through the entry way, “I brought stuff for tomorrow.” He holds up a duffle bag. “Figured I would just leave from here to go to work in the morning.”

“Probably a good idea.” You nod towards the bedroom. “Want to vent in bed?”

“Anything involving a bed sounds great.” He chuckles, “This day drained me.” And you think he’s right. He looks exhausted. 

You both make it to your room and he pulls the blanket back before settling in your bed, a long puff of air leaving his mouth as he relaxes into your mattress. You join him, getting cozy in your bed as well.

“Two of my most reliable employees both came down with the flu this week.” He begins his vent session, body turned towards you. “Which is not great timing considering we have a big proposal due at the end of the week for a major client. I’m basically covering all the extra work and there just isn’t enough hours in the day.” 

“Shit…that sucks, I’m sorry.” You don’t envy him. “Isn’t there anyone else who could help?”

“Everyone’s chipping in, picking up slack but only so many have knowledge on what I need help on exactly. So,” He sighs out, “That leaves me doing majority of it.” 

“Sorry, Kook.” You snuggle further into your pillow, kind of wishing you were snuggling up to him instead—as a way of offering your condolences or some kind of comfort. But you two don’t typically cuddle in bed.

“It sucks.” He laughs. “But it feels good to complain.” 

“Complaining can be fun.”

“Can be. But this is the only place I can do it. Can’t let it get to me at work, you know?”

“I get you.” You offer a small smile, “Complain to me all you want.”

“Hey, you offered. No take backs.” He grins now. “How was your day? Hm?” He snuggles into his pillow as well.

“It was…” You try to hide a sheepish smile. “Good?”

“Yeah?” He quirks a brow, trying to pry further. “How so?”

“I told my boss I’d…think about the promotion.” You admit. “I mean, I didn’t give an answer but—”

“But you’re thinking about it?” Jungkook cuts in, his eyes sparkling with something.

“Yeah.”

“Wow,” His hand goes to your cheek and he pinches it softly. “I’m proud of you. That’s something, y/n. Really proud of you.”

Ah, so they were sparkling with pride.

“Thanks.” You murmur and then crack a smile when you see Jungkook yawn out, his eyes looking tired. “You don’t really look like you have the energy for sex.” You giggle and he laughs too.

“You might be right.” He gazes at you, a look of regret passes over his features. “But don’t worry—”

“—No, you’re tired, Kook. It’s okay.”

“Don’t forget stressed.” He chuckles, cute smile on his face but yeah, the exhaustion is evident. And then you get an idea.

“Well…” Your fingers reach for his cheek, gliding them across his lips before they drag down his chest. “I could always help you relieve some stress…help you relax more.” 

Jungkook’s breath gets caught in his throat, eyes on you as he processes your words and then he’s swallowing. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You wiggle closer to him and he’s quick to grab your waist and help you push up against his body. “Could go down on you,” You whisper, “If that’s something you’d like.”

Jungkook playfully scoffs at you but his eyes stay on yours. “Why wouldn’t that be something I like? You have the prettiest lips. You don’t think I wouldn’t want to see them wrapped around my dick daily?” He breathes out, “Oh but I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with three days of the week, huh?”

“You’re such a smart ass.” You laugh a little, your hands sliding down his body before you have a palm lightly rubbing against his crotch. “So is that a yes?” 

“It’s always a yes,” He sighs contently, eyes slowly shutting when you’re palming him expertly, his member growing hard beneath your touch. 

“Okay.” You pause the action of your hand, both hands on Jungkook’s chest as you hint for him to lay on his back. He follows your lead, head hitting the pillow and eyes on you as you move to crawl over his body. “You smell good.” You tell him before leaning in to kiss his lips. He kisses you back slowly, lips moving together when he barely slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes good too. 

Your hand is back on his erection but this time inside his sweatpants. The skin of his cock is warm, so warm like it’s been ready for you to touch. Waiting, anticipating, wondering where you are. Jungkook moans into your mouth when your fingers wrap around the head, thumb spreading his precum. He’s relaxing beneath you, his body sinking into the mattress.

You make your way down his body, fingers tugging at his sweatpants as you pull them down his legs. He’s not wearing underwear and you aren’t surprised. He typically will forgo them when he sleeps. Your eyes are set on his length. And his eyes are set on you. 

“Pretty.” He murmurs and you look up at him before giving him a small smile. “So pretty.” 

You take his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly before hovering over it. Your tongue licks up his base, eyes on him, gliding your tongue to the tip before circling it around a few times making Jungkook tense. “y/n…”

You continue to swirl your tongue until you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck on it, making him whine. God, you love the sounds he makes when you have him in your mouth like this. You want to tease him, you want to make this last so he can come hard but you also know he’s tired. And he probably wants have his cum sliding down your throat and then go to sleep. 

Your fingers continue to stroke him while you begin bobbing your head up and down, tongue working him from base to tip while your other hand fondles his balls and he’s breathing heavy, hands going to the back of your head. “You don’t want me to last, do you?”

You only hum around his cock and he laughs breathlessly, mixing a moan in there making your lower stomach fill with desire. You watch him watching you. Your head moving quicker, his cock going deeper, hitting the back of your throat and you struggle not to choke on his length—it’s impressive. 

“Baby.” He whines again, “Can I come in your mouth?” He’s trying not to come until you answer. You look up at him with your eyes that bewitch him and you hum in approval. He sighs in relief, his hips moving on their own as you continue to suck on him, fingers still stroking him, fingers still playing with his balls and you feel the way they tighten. “Coming,” He warns you, “Fuck, yes, y/n…I’m…” And then he stills himself, his hands trying to stop you from moving anymore while you feel his hot cum spill into your mouth. The way he groans loudly the moment he’s releasing into your mouth is a sound you will save for a rainy day. 

Jungkook chuckles to himself, clearly experiencing euphoria, an arm thrown over his eyes as you make your way to lay next to him. “Feeling less stressed?” You tease. He moves his arm back to his side before he’s snuggling closer to you and planting a kiss to your lips.

“Mhm.” He smiles into the kiss, adding another and another. You don’t mind. Kissing Jungkook feels nice and hey, there’s no rule that says you can’t.

~~~

You’re on your way home from the store, you were wanting to buy something cute for tomorrow’s double date—you aren’t trying to impress or anything but hey, dressing cute and buying something new is always great. You don’t have any plans tonight, maybe just some Netflix and cooking something simple for dinner.

You’re at a light when your phone starts ringing through your car’s Bluetooth and you see Jungkook’s name across the screen. You push the answer button and sing out a melodic ‘hello’.

“Are you in your car?” Jungkook immediately asks, “Your voice sounds far.”

“Yup.” You drum your fingers on top of the driving wheel. 

“Perfect. Drive here!” He tells you excitedly and then you begin to pay attention to the background noise, “We just ordered some take out and I ordered your favorite without realizing. So, come over and eat.”

“Wow,” You laugh, eyes still on the light as you wait for it to change. “You didn’t want to invite me beforehand?” You tease him. “Who’s there?”

“Are you complaining? Should I eat your share then?” He teases back. “It’s just me, Taehyung, Yoongi and Hoseok. We were playing games and got hungry.” 

“I thought I heard Hoseok laughing in the background.” 

“He’s loud.” Jungkook chuckles, “And he knows he’s loud because tell me why I said that and he looked directly at me and asked if I was talking about him.”

You start giggling at that, imagining Hoseok’s innocent face. Finally, the light turns green and you quickly try to switch lanes since you’re going to go to Jungkook’s now instead of your place. “Fine, I’m on my way.” You tell Jungkook, “I was out shopping on the other side of town so I won’t be there for like 30 minutes.”

“Good timing.” Jungkook tells you distractedly, the other boy’s voices in the background. “The food will get here around then. Just let yourself in. Drive safe!” 

“Okay, okay.” You smile, he can’t see it but he can probably tell. “See you guys soon.” And then you hang up. 

There’s traffic so it’s taking longer to get to Jungkook’s place. The weekends are usually like this, lots of people out and about and It’s after 7 on a Friday evening so it’s not surprising. But your stomach rumbles and you’re getting impatient since you’ve gotten really hungry. You can see Jungkook has texted you, probably asking where you’re at and then after a couple more minutes you are receiving another phone call.

“What?” You answer playfully annoyed.

“Where are you?” He asks, “Food got here already.”

“I think like ten minutes away.” You say. “There’s been traffic.”

“Oh.” He hums along, “Drive safe but hurry.” 

“You’re so impatient.”

“I just miss your pretty face.” He says into the phone quietly. “Miss every pretty thing about you, actually.”

You feel your stomach twist in panic? Maybe desire? Anxiety? Lust? “You didn’t say that in front of the guys did you…” You ask him slowly, your voice sounding so close to scolding.

There’s a beat before Jungkook sighs out, “I’m not telling you if I did or not.” He finally says, his tone is teasing and you swear you are going to make him pay later. “Anyway, I’m just trying to butter you up because I definitely ate your share of dumplings.”

“Jungkook!” You whine out, “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.” He starts laughing annoyingly into the phone. “Should I keep going about how pretty you are?”

“You’re the worst, I truly hope you know that.”

“And I truly hope you know you’re the prettiest most gorgeous—”

“—I’m going to hang up on you.” You threaten him but he just keeps cackling to himself.

“Don’t do that.” He sings out and then you hear the toilet flush in the background. You roll your eyes at the sound.

“Were you on the toilet this whole time?” You ask him and he hums into the phone nonchalantly. “Anyway, I’m going to be there soon so don’t eat more of what you ordered for me!”

“I’ll try not to.” 

And then you hang up again.

Like you said, around 10 minutes later you’re already inside the elevator of Jungkook’s fancy apartment building, waiting to reach his floor. You stand here, watching the numbers go up and you recall the last time you were in this elevator. With Jungkook. And all his teasing. The way he said he could have you so wet if he just sat you down and talked dirty to you. You believe him. He could. But also like he said, that might be too much control that you’d be giving him.

That’s a hard one for you. You typically are the one who guides a situation when you two are being sexual with one another. You just like to feel like things are under control—your control. Jungkook doesn’t mind though, you know he enjoys it but you also know he is itching to have you lose yourself for him—sexually of course. 

The elevator dings and the doors open. You stroll down the hall until you reach his front door, fingers pressing against the key code to unlock it. As soon as the door opens, your ears are met with loud laughter and talking.

“Hello.” You sing out as you slip off your shoes. You hear various ‘Hi’s’ and ‘Hey’s’ as you walk through to see your friends all in Jungkook’s living room. “Please tell me you guys left me some food.” You put your hands on the back of the couch before glancing towards the kitchen. “Or I am making you order me more.” You say, head twisting back to the living room, eyes going straight to Jungkook.

“Yes, my liege .” Jungkook dramatically bows to you but then he grins. “But there’s plenty.”

“Oh, yay.” You smile in delight, clearly satisfied. “Then carry on, I’m going to eat.”

“We’re allowed to carry on?” Taehyung asks, exaggerated shock on his face. “Oh my god, our liege is so good to us! Thank you, thank you, my queen, my—”

“—Shut up.” You laugh before heading towards the kitchen, “You aren’t going out tonight, Taehyung?”

“Nah,” He calls out, “I’m meeting a girl after this though.”

“Who?” You can hear Hoseok ask, “Someone new?”

“As if I hook up with someone twice.” Taehyung scoffs, “Well, except there is someone from the past I would totally hook up with again. She knew how to—“

“—Oh let me guess.” Yoongi cuts off Taehyung, “It’s the girl who left you the morning after. You like the chase, dude. That was the first time someone beat you to it.”

“Listen,” Taehyung’s voice gets louder, clearly getting defensive. “I was only disappointed because I thought we would hook up again in the morning!”

“Doesn’t that count as twice?” You yell out so he can hear you, your mouth getting busy with some food. 

“No!” He shouts back, “It’s the same occasion! Doesn’t count.”

“Morning sex is the best.” Jungkook chimes in, “I have to force myself not to come within 5 seconds though.”

You laugh to yourself quietly, mouth still stuffed with dinner. He’s right, he is a big fan of fucking right when he wakes up but he does struggle with not getting too lost with it and coming quickly. 

“Dude, I remember hearing you hooking up with someone back in college. It was like 7 in the morning, you had a class at 8 and the girl was screaming.” Taehyung tsks his tongue, annoyed. “I never hated being your roommate more than that moment.”

“What can I say?” You hear Jungkook chuckle and you roll your eyes. You take a few more bites of the take out Jungkook got for you before making your way into the living room. 

“Taehyung do you not remember when you hooked up with one of my friends in high school at my parent’s house? My mom told me you weren’t allowed back over for at least a month because she was so disturbed.” You remind Taehyung and he starts cracking up.

“Oh my god, I remember. It was my first time getting a blowjob, it was a big moment for me. I’m sure your parents could understand.”

“They didn’t.” You deadpan. 

“Did they hear him or something…?” Hoseok asks, almost afraid to know the answer.

“Worse.” Jungkook joins Taehyung in laughing. “Her mom walked in the bathroom that Taehyung was getting his dick sucked in.”

“Jesus, Taehyung.” Yoongi murmurs, shaking his head. “At y/n’s house?”

“Her friend was handsy, I couldn’t just say no, right?” Taehyung shrugs. But everyone looks at him with disapproval but he scoffs. “A blowjob.” He says like it’s enough reason. “A motherfucking blowjob!” 

“My mom told me I couldn’t host any gatherings after that for a while.” You take a seat next to Hoseok on the couch. Almost a week ago you were having sex with Jungkook exactly where Hoseok is sitting. 

“Remember your mom told you to stop hanging out with Taehyung because she was convinced he was going to corrupt you and take your virginity?” Jungkook looks between you and Taehyung and you both offer a grossed out face.

“Ew.” You shudder, “But yeah.”

“That’s funny that your mom thought you could actually get some action like that.” Taehyung snickers, “But you’re prude self didn’t get wild until college.”

“Hey,” You roll your eyes, “Jungkook didn’t lose his virginity until college either!”

“Okay, you lost yours during like your third year or some shit.” Taehyung gives you a pointed look before gesturing towards Jungkook, “My man over here lost his shit during the first week.”

“Truly the best first week I ever had when it came to school.” Jungkook smirks.

“You were so wasted you don’t even really remember it though?” You look at him and he shrugs.

“But I know it happened and that’s what matters.”

“You were wild back then,” Taehyung nudges Jungkook’s shoulder with his, “Too bad you’re in a dry spell now, huh?”

“Who said that?” Jungkook raises his brows at Taehyung. 

“I haven’t seen or heard anything so—”

“—You know I don’t say all the details of my sex life like you!” Jungkook counters, eyes big and defensive.

“So?” Taehyung suddenly gets more interested, his eyes narrowing and you can see the annoying curiosity lingering in them. “You’ve been—”

“—Yeah, there’s someone.” Jungkook cuts him off with a proud glint. You feel your stomach twist again for the second time today. 

“Someone?” Yoongi asks, his own curiosity growing. “As in singular? One person?”

Jungkook just nods.

“What the hell?” Hoseok’s lips lift into a grin. “Who?!”

You watch Jungkook anxiously. You know he won’t say anything…but the way he just glanced at you…you know he’s about to have his fun.

“Just someone.” He shrugs. “But I can’t tell you guys too many details, you’d get envious of me and what not.”

“Envious?” Taehyung quirks a brow, “Now I got to know more.”

“You really don’t.” Jungkook smirks, his eyes going between all of you. But they linger on yours more. “But—”

“—We really don’t need any details.” You start awkwardly laughing.

“Are you serious?” Taehyung blinks at you, “We totally do!” Then his eyes go back to Jungkook, “How good is the sex like rate it from one to ten.”

“Seriously?” You ask Taehyung, unamused. “We rate sex now?”

“y/n is just bitter because her sex with Jihoon was like a 3. She told me herself when she was drunk.” Taehyung outs you and you glare at him. But like, he’s right.

“A 3, y/n?” Jungkook’s eyes slide over to you, “Well, I hope you’ve gotten something better than that since then.”

“How long did you date Jihoon again?” Hoseok asks you.

“She was with that loser for like 5 months!” Taehyung answers for you, “Imagine have a 3 scale sex life for 5 months…”

“Was it really that bad?” Yoongi asks you and you take a deep breath.

“It wasn’t that bad!” You pout, “But okay, yeah, it wasn’t that good either.”

“Why did you,” Jungkook’s eyes find yours, his tone softer. “Why did you stay with him that long anyway? You weren’t that into him by the looks of it.”

“She was settling and then he still dumped her on Valentine’s day!” Taehyung jumps in, “God, I wanted to kick his ass. But don’t worry, y/n, the girl he’s with now is not nearly as hot as you.” 

“Getting called hot by you just doesn’t feel that flattering.” You deadpan.

“Can I say it?” Yoongi smiles at you, “Because Taehyung is right but I totally understand it just doesn’t feel like it counts when it comes from him.” He starts teasing. 

“I feel like it doesn’t count from me either for some reason.” Jungkook sighs out, “I tell her she’s pretty and she doesn’t even respond half the time.”

Stomach twists again. 

“Because you’re usually just teasing me.” You huff out.

“Oh?” Jungkook gazes at you with a darker expression, “I don’t think every time I say it it’s in a teasing way? Should I refresh your memory of moments—”

“—Nah.” You wave him off, “Anyway, when are you meeting up with your date tonight?” You direct your focus to Taehyung now.

“Late.” He answers.

“Oh,” Hoseok blurts, eyes on his phone. “Jungkook do you have a charger I could use? My phone’s on 2%.”

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, “I’m charging mine too but I know I have another charger in my room somewhere.” 

“It’s in your closet, on the top shelf inside a box.” You tell him, “I doubt you knew that since I’m the one who organized your closet last time.”

“Oh shit.” Jungkook cracks a smile. “What would I do without you?” He stands up and starts heading down the hall towards his bedroom. You look at the other guys with a straight face.

“How much you guys want to bet he won’t find it and is going to call for help?”

“A million dollars because you’re right.” Taehyung chuckles, “Not only that but he’s going to give up within a minute of searching.”

“Definitely.” You nod in agreement. “I give him another 30 seconds before he starts whining.”

“You guys are so generous because I give him maybe 10 seconds.” Yoongi says.

“You guys don’t know Jungkook or what because I give it,” He holds up 5 fingers before he’s lowering a finger one at a time, counting down. “4…3…2…1…and—”

“Hey!” Jungkook’s muffled voice echoes in the distance. “I can’t find it!”

“What did I say?” Hoseok asks around, looking proud of himself.

“I bet he didn’t even try.” You roll your eyes as you stand up, “I’ll be back.” 

You walk down the long, dark hall that leads to Jungkook’s bedroom, his walls decorated in framed photos and some other décor. Right next to bedroom door, a photo hangs that makes you heart swell every time. A picture of you, Taehyung and Jungkook when you were kids. Little Jungkook has a huge bunny grin, you with an angry expression as Taehyung has an ice cream cone getting smashed into your cheek while he’s laughing his ass off.

Some things never change, you think, the memory fond. 

You enter Jungkook’s bedroom and see his closet light on and him mumbling to himself before you walk inside. “Having trouble?” You tease him.

“You said box on top shelf but y/n there’s like 5 boxes.” He glances at you while gesturing towards the boxes above. 

“You’re right this is all my fault.” You brush past him, sarcasm thick in your voice. “How could I steer you so wrong?”

“At least you know.” He grins to himself, “I love how self-aware you are.” 

“Uh huh.” You stand on you tip toes to reach the box furthest to the right. “It’s in here.” 

“I’ll get it.” Jungkook tells you, quickly coming next to you to grab the box himself. “Let’s see…” He sings cutely, hands on either side before he’s bringing it down. “Oh.” He glances down and sees the charger right on top.

“Told you.” You say cockily, “What would you do without me, I’m so serious you’d be—”

“—Well, without you I wouldn’t be having 10 out of 10 sex.” He cuts in, his tone is playful. You gape at him, already shaking your head.

“Did you really rate our sex?”

“I knew you were secretly curious, y/n.” He grabs the charger before placing the box back on the shelf. “I didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

“You’re being so…” You motion your hands around, “I don’t know. Are you trying to rile me up today?”

“Is it working?” He asks you, his feet moving closer to you. “I told you I was missing you earlier.” 

“Oh,” You try not to smile, “You miss me because it’s been a whole 3 days? Wow,” You lift a hand to his jaw, fingers brushing against it softly and then you gaze into his eyes and speak slowly, “How have you survived?”

“Barely making it through.” He smiles lazily. “I’ve only had you once this week and it barely counts.” He tells you quietly, his forehead going to yours as his hands find your waist.

You look up into his eyes and you see he’s already affected. “Barely counts?” You ask, pretending to be offended. “Well, since it means nothing I guess I don’t have to suck your—”

“—Noooo,” Jungkook laughs, his hands rubbing your sides. “I just mean I didn’t get to do anything for you.” He leans back from you, hands going to your hips now. “But I could.”

“Hmm.” 

“Come on,” He tries pulling you closer to him. “How about you be good for me, hm? I’ll finger you and have you coming in no time. Guys won’t even think we’ve been missing for too long.” 

You raise an amused brow, “Be good for you?” You start pushing him back, leading him outside of the closet. “Are you trying to tell me what to do?” 

Jungkook stumbles backwards, doe eyes on you as you keep guiding him backwards. The back of his knees hit his mattress. You glance towards his open door, the distant sound of laughter coming from your friends can be heard. It’s a risk but…

You lift a hand to his chest, pushing him gently, forcing him to sit on the bed. “You want me to surrender myself to you, don’t you?” You ask softly, your body moving before your brain even tells it to. You lift a knee to the outside of Jungkook’s thigh and then the other, successfully sitting in his lap, straddling him. 

He looks up at you, eyes filling with need. “Yeah.” He tells you honestly, voice gentle. “But I have no control over you, do I?” 

You lower yourself more onto Jungkook’s lap, putting weight and pressure onto his cock that rests beneath you. One of your hands goes to the back of his neck, “No.” You finally tell him.

He releases a long breath, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Never say never, baby.” His hand goes to your thigh but just to prove a point, you slowly take his hand and bring it away from your legs.

“I control how you touch me, Jungkook.” You say quietly before you grind your hips a little, his member twitching from the feeling. He continues to look up at you, eyes heavy with lust, knowing this is exactly what he wants. He’s teased you enough today and you’ve always been a fan of playful revenge.

You take the same hand he originally had on your thigh and bring it your hip. You cover his large hand with your own, guiding it over your body. Hips to your waist to your breast. You cup your breast with his hand and he breathes heavily beneath you. His cock getting harder.

Finally, you pull yours and his hand back and clutch onto one finger. He watches you with curious eyes as you stare down at him. You bring his finger closer to your mouth, never breaking your eye contact with him and you roll your hips over him as you stick your tongue out and lick up his finger.

“y/n…” He sighs out.

You smirk before placing his finger between your lips and you suck on it, your tongue swirling around his single digit and he’s losing his mind as he watches you. You’re both gazing so intensely at the other. 

“Baby.” He wants to pull his finger from your mouth and crash his lips over yours and grope every inch of your body that he can. He wants to tear your clothes from your body and bend you over this very bed and fuck you until you’re crying for him. He wants to. And he knows you know that he wants to. 

He sees in your eyes how fucking delighted you are with his reaction. He knows you can feel how hard he is under you. You smirk, looking satisfied as you pull his finger from your mouth.

“Well, you survived three days.” You tell him quietly. “Let’s see if you survive a fourth.” And then you give him a smile before leaving his lap. He watches as you exit his bedroom to go back to your friends.

He stares at nothing for a moment, almost in disbelief before he’s quietly groaning to himself, little smile growing on his lips before he falls back to his bed in defeat. He looks up at the ceiling and tries to breathe evenly again. 

“God damn it.” 

~

Part Two

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come over; part 1.

min yoongi x fem!reader

genre. tattoo artists!yoongi & reader, smut, comedy, fluff

When Yoongi’s fellow tattoo studio mate/friends with benefits/girl he is in love with comes back home from a month-long tattoo guest spot abroad, she starts acting weird and cold towards him. So it’s up to Yoongi to show her how much he really missed her — one mind-blowing orgasm at a time.

warnings. sexting, phonesex, rough sex, dirty talk (slight degradation) unprotected sex, creampie & cumplay

author's note. *PLEASE READ* if you enjoyed this please please please send feedback, questions, and reblog! i've been really discouraged with writing my bts fics lately because i get no feedback in return and i really only get inspired if i know readers are enjoying the fic... so if you like it, comment + share!

wc. 14k+

Sundays are always Yoongi’s Don’t-Fucking-Bother-Me-I’m-Arting days, when he holes up at home and has his phone on silent to just sit down with his favorite cup of tea and his well-loved sketchbook and draws all day. If you do bother with a call or text that day, you better be at the ER.

It’s pretty easy for Yoongi to stay away from social media for a full day. He has never been one of those people who are constantly on their phones; tweeting, instagramming, snapchatting, tiking + toking and whatever the fuck else new apps other people wastes all their time on. He can confidently say he can live without it all — And yet…

Today he has been refreshing and checking all of those apps constantly. It’s already half past noon and he should have at least finished three of his custom tattoo request pieces, should have already sent the first sketches to his clients to get feedback, but he has been so distracted that he is still working on the first one. The Palomino Blackwing pencil is once again placed down on his table just so he can pick up his phone to check SnapChat and Instagram for the 50th time that hour. 

Yoongi sighs heavily, slumping back on his chair when he doesn’t see the updates he has been waiting for. At this point, he might as well just do fuck all and twiddle his thumbs until he gets the update that has him completely distracted to do anything else. 

He glances to the side, catching sight of the small soft brown lop bunny hopping around in his room happily. He stands up to walk over to it, squatting down to tenderly scratch at the top of the bunny’s head. “She sure likes to keep us on our toes, huh, Mocha?”

Mocha only presses his forehead into the palm of Yoongi’s hand for more scratches. Yoongi chuckles, giving the little guy what he wants just as his phone in his other hand begins to vibrate. 

Finally - fucking finally after hours of torturous waiting - a string of a million notifications from Instagram and Snapchat from both Hwasa and Heize begins to fill up his screen one after another and another and another… Yoongi grins. He knew they wouldn’t disappoint him, and that’s why he turned on notifications for them today when they are usually muted (sorry to them - he loves his friends but he really doesn’t need to know every single, little detail of their outfit of the day).

It’s embarrassing how fast he checks his phone. Luckily no one but Mocha - who is still enjoying Yoongi’s scratches - is in the room to witness how eager he is. 

But still, he tries to defend himself to the bunny, “What? I just want to make sure she landed safely, is that so bad?”

Mocha just twitches his little nose up at Yoongi. 

Yoongi makes a face back, then lets his phone unlock with facial ID recognition. He presses on the newest notification and Heize’s Instagram Story pops up. 

The video starts with Heize excitedly asking something along the lines of “Is this the right place to meet her?” in which Hwasa replies to “Yeah, pretty sure!”, and in front of them, Yerin points towards a crowd of people coming out of one the ARRIVALS doors of the airport - there’s a white text across the screen that says “AHHHH SHE’S ALMOST HERE!” 

With his breath held, Yoongi watches the screen closely, his heartbeat going absolutely insane. 

It gets even faster a second later, making his whole body buzz with the addition of the fluttering in his stomach as soon as he sees you. 

The girls in the video squeal loudly, but he tunes them out, only focusing on the reason for his restlessness all day (or if he’s being honest - ever since the moment you stepped foot on that flight to New York a whole month ago). In your comfy, baggy grey sweats (unusual for you since your signature outfits are short, cute girly dresses) and bare face, you slowly waddle your way to the girls, your two luggages lagging behind you. They meet you half-way and Yerin - being your best friend - throws her arms around you tightly.

The caption on the screen reads: THE LOML SHE’S HERE SHE’S BACK @softlytats

You looks so tired - though that’s not surprising considering your long flight back to Korea and the 14-hours time difference you had probably gotten used to after a month-long trip to New York - but you manage to flash your friends and the camera your always so gorgeous smile, lighting up the whole room, even Yoongi’s - whose apartment is miles away from where you are.  

Yoongi smiles softly, sighing in relief knowing you’re now back home, close to him again. 

From the corner of his eyes, he sees Mocha staring at him with those big, beady eyes. He covers his mouth, blushing. “I’m not smiling… You are!”

He sighs again, petting the bunny once more. “Fine, maybe I sort of maybe miss her too like you do…”

With that confession muttered out loud, he returns his attention to the Stories, still a few more to go.

“My butt and legs are still kind of asleep,” you laughed, patting your ass. Yoongi chuckles at how utterly adorable you are.

“Is that why you’re walking so funny?” Heize asked. 

“Yeah!”

Then Hwasa blurted out, “Oh, I thought it was maybe because Hoseok gave you the best goodbye fuck ever!”

Yoongi frowns, meanwhile you laughed loudly, playfully shoving your friend, “OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!”

The way you said it was that typical ‘my friends are teasing me about my crush’ kind of reaction that has Yoongi’s stomach dropping. 

The next update starts, just a black screen with this written on it: SORRY @tattooist_jhope I FORGOT YOU FOLLOW ME BACK LOL 😅

Yoongi should know that curiosity kills the cat, but he still can’t help himself from going to the tagged handle.

At just the first few second glance of tattooist_jhope’s profile, Yoongi learns that his name is Jung Hoseok and that he actually follows Yoongi. Hoseok was one of the resident artists at the tattoo parlour that you guest spotted at the whole time you were in New York City, and Yoongi’s hates to admit it but it’s true… Objectively speaking, the guy is fucking hot. Yoongi has seen him before on your Instagram, but you only had a few pictures with him, and mostly with the other artists from the shop that Yoongi hadn’t ever thought much about it before. But on Hoseok’s page, he had several pictures of only the two of you together up - brunches in the morning, drinking at fancy bars at night, copying the poses of the statues and paintings at the Met together, watching the city lights on top of the Empire State, and spending the day at Coney Island in a way that Lana Del Rey would be proud of. 

Hoseok even proudly shows off a fresh tattoo on his ribcage, and without even clicking on the thumbnail yet, Yoongi already knows its your work. In your unique crayon-like colorful inkwork, you had freehanded a small rainbow flower with a face and heart-shaped mouth. The caption on the post was: this has got to be my favorite tattoo on my body now! by the lovely and gorgeous Y/N @softlytats! i know it will always make me smile and think of her once she leaves 🥺 . she’s guesting @nyonthestreet until the end of the month and only has a few more spots left, so book with her soon! if it were up to me she would stay here forever but alas…

Yoongi looks down as his own arms, seeing just a few of your small pieces that is littered all over his body. In between all the blackwork, edgy pieces of realistic skeletons, flames, spiderwebs, and gothic death angels were little flashes of colorful butterflies, fruits, cakes, bunnies (well, one of Mocha), and whatever else cute thing that you fancied to tattoo on him on days you were bored at the shop without any clients.

He guesses he has something in common with Hoseok then, because whenever he catches sight of them randomly on him - like his favorite one, the little small cherries on his left wrist, the first tattoo you did on him - it always makes him think of you and it instantly makes him smile.

For some reason, this makes the pit in his stomach get heavier, because if Yoongi didn’t know any better, by the look of Hoseok’s profile, he would have thought you were dating. 

But he does know better - at least, he thinks he does. 

With a swipe of his thumb across the screen, he closes Instagram and opens his messages to remind himself that there’s probably nothing going on between you and that Hoseok guy. 

Not when only just two days ago, you had been drunkenly texting him in the middle of the night (or just a little past 12 in the afternoon in Seoul for him), telling him how much you missed him, his cock, and that you were touching yourself thinking of him. 

Of course, being the cheeky bastard he is, Yoongi’s responded with: 

[Yoongi] — Ok — Prove it though

He had been at the studio, helping out some of the new apprentices practice on how to properly put on a stencil on some fake skin. On the outside, Yoongi looked cool as a cucumber when he had checked his phone, as if he had just gotten just another Dover Street Market email about a new Nike shoes launching soon. When really, he was beyond buzzing, feet tapping impatiently on the white tiled floor, waiting for you to reply.

When you sent him a new message a couple minutes later, he nearly dropped his phone when your angelic voice was suddenly in his ears from his AirPods. He fumbled for his phone for at least a minute - your soft hums of pleasure making him sweat even more - and somehow catches it with his clammy hands before it had hit the ground. Every eyes in the studio were on him, giving him a strange look because it was so unlike him to look like a bumbling idiot like that. With an awkward cough, he excused him and ran to the washroom, locking himself inside. By the time he looked at the video on the screen, you already had three fingers pumping inside yourself, and not only could he see how wet you were, he could hear it as well.

The groan that escaped the back of his throat was animalistic. He was instantly hard and could probably cum in his pants at just that mere sight of you, but he held off to start the video over before it ended, not wanting to miss a single second that you had captured for him.

While unzipping his tightened jeans, Yoongi saw that you started the video acting coy as you laid on your unfamiliar AirBnB bed, biting your lip and fluttering your lashes shyly at him. 

“I’ve been so lonely here without you, Yoongi,” you purred, already completely nude, but the arm with the floral black and grey half-sleeve that he had designed and inked on you is pressed across your chest, hiding it from his sight. It is as if he hadn’t already immortalized every little detail of you in his brain, as if he hadn’t already kissed or licked or bit every inch of your skin, as if he hadn’t ever came on those perfect tits before.

You spread your middle and ring finger, letting your nipple pop through slowly. Yoongi’s mouth had begun to water, desperately wishing he could nip and pull at the two pink Morganite stones that decorates the your nipple - the thing that had made him cum in his pants the first time he had ever seen it. You had laughed at him of course, but you weren’t laughing for long when he went down you - actually crying instead because of the wicked ways of his pierced tongue making you come undone over and over again.

The memory and the video was interrupted by an incoming call, and he stops the motion of his hand stroking his cock to answer and press his phone against his ear.  

Before he could even say hello, you whined, “Why aren’t you texting me back? I saw that you read my texts!” 

Yoongi grinned with amusement, hearing the pout in your voice was too cute.

“Sorry, babe… It’s hard to text back with my hand around my dick,” he told you.

You giggled lightly, then asked, “Where are you?”

Out of breath, Yoongi replied, “At the studio. Bathroom.”

You were quiet for a moment, then said, “That’s bad. You’re bad. You shouldn’t.”

Though at the thought of him being so desperate for release after seeing the video you had sent has you arching your back, fucking yourself with your fingers faster.

“Fuck, I know…” Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut and let his forehead hit the bathroom door, halting his hand out of guilt. It is one of yours and Yoongi’s only rules that you’ve never broken. No any kind of sex at the tattoo studio out of respect for your fellow tattoo artist friends working there and also your clients. The place should always be kept clean. Since tattooing is still illegal in South Korea, they really don’t need to give the authorities another reason to shut down their secret studio in Hongdae if they ever come knocking down their door. “I’ll sanitize the whole fucking place a million times after. But fuck, can’t help myself, you’re too goddamn much.”

You hummed, falling silent. All he could hear were your soft breathing and tiny whimpers, so he began to stroke himself again.

“What are you thinking about?” Even with the video he had just watched, he still wanted to paint a more accurate picture in his head of you, needing to know what you’re doing, what had you so lust-filled that you called him instead of going out partying or sleeping.

“Your cock, Yoongi, my fingers aren’t enough. Need you…”

God, you drive him absolutely insane. It’s crazy how much you can affect him even though you are a million miles away.

Stroking his cock faster, he asked, “Yeah? Miss me filling up that tight little pussy of yours?”

“Mmm… Miss feeling you dripping out of me after too…”

At that, Yoongi’s fist tightened around his cock. “Fuck…”

And the two of you just pleasured yourselves like that, listening to each other’s quiet moans and calls of the others name. You came first, but he followed soon after, cursing under his breath when he streaked the door with white.

(Don’t worry… He cleaned up the bathroom really well — but Dean and Seokjin (both wearing a full plastic suit and at least 3 face masks) loomed over his shoulders, shaking their head in mock disappointment, commenting how whipped he is for you the whole time.)

You ended the little long-distance mastubatory session with a cute little text that he had been thinking about more than the videos and pictures you sent that night:  

[Y/N] — I sleep now. Nite-nite… can’t wait to kiss you soon :(

He read that text too many times the past two days, because he too, couldn’t wait to kiss you soon.

Although you aren’t exclusive in any shape, way, or form - Yoongi doesn’t even know what to call what you two are, friends with benefits? - Yoongi knows that you couldn’t have possibly started dating this random ass guy you just met in New York. 

But what if… You did start dating, confessing to each other on the day before you left? 

The last message that you sent Yoongi was that text he had been reading over and over again, and then the past two days, radio silence. Not even a link to a funny meme you had seen like you would usually text him when you saw one on your Twitter timeline.

What if… What if…

A frustrated sound comes out of him while he shakes a hand through  his hair. Then he stands up, letting Mocha go back to exploring around the room, and he too starts to pace back and forth, staring at the opened iMessage screen, deliberating on what he could say to you.

He settles with something simple:

[Yoongi] — Glad to see you’ve landed safely…

While he is still typing the next text, you respond:

[Y/N] — Thanks 😁 — Pics of my baby? 🥺

He deletes the text he had been typing, turning on the front camera and snaps a picture of himself smirking with his usual gang sign up and sends it to you.

[Y/N] — LMAO I meant mocha you ass!

Yoongi laughs, getting down on his hands and knees to get a picture of Mocha who is chilling under his desk.

[Y/N] — AHHHH  JDKLSAJDLKAS BABIIIEEEE 🥺💕💞💘💕💓💗💖😭

[Yoongi] — What bout me?

[Y/N] — Hummm… — You coming to the dindin tonight?

[Yoongi] — Yeah

Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Can’t wait to see y—

He deletes that quickly, and chooses to say instead:

[Yoongi] — See you then

Your next text brightens his day even more. A selfie inside the taxi taking you home, Heize’s armour ringed middle finger is in the frame as well, but all Yoongi can focus on is your cute little wink and your finger hearts towards him.

Yoongi really can’t wait to see you soon. There’s a kiss upon your pretty lips waiting for him and he has waited a whole month to claim them once again.

Yoongi hates Seokjin — nay, he loathes him like the Grinch loathes the mayor of Whoville. After the party is over, his best friend since he was in pre-school will be excommunicado for life. Blocked in all the ways Yoongi can block someone — online (even on the Neopets account he hasn’t logged in on since 7 th grade because he knows Seokjin still plays Snow Muncher everyday) and offline (he’ll put a divider up in between his and Seokjin’s work station at the studio so he’ll never have so see that guy’s face ever again). 

This is definitely not an overreaction. No, not at all. When all because of Seokjin’s shit navigational senses and even shittier driving skills, they were late to your Welcome Back party. 

Seokjin even had the audacity to laugh when they found parking, hitting his forehead and then pointed out the building just across the street of the restaurant, “That’s my family doctor!”

Seokjin was just there yesterday, getting his annual check-up.

And so right now, Yoongi glares across the table at the stupidly handsome stupid man, strongly resisting the urge to strangle him right on the spot. 

The two of them are sitting at the very far right end of the very long table, the only two seats left when they arrived. Yoongi frowns, looking to left to where you are, so far away from him that he couldn’t even properly greet you with a hug that he craved so much because you are basically stuck in the middle of everyone. All he could do was tell you ‘Welcome Back’ and you smiled at him in the way that made his heart feel all sorts of fireworks. Then Seokjin, on the other hand, bumped him aside and reached forward - pretty much almost elbowing both JB and Hwasa right on their noses - so he can grab at your cheeks to pepper kisses all over your face until you’re squealing and giggling for him to stop and telling him that you missed him too.

So yeah… Yoongi detests Seokjin and his stupid long limbs and his shameless attitude to do things like that.

“Yoongi-yaaah, stop looking at me like that!” Seokjin whines, knocking his fists that were holding two fried chicken drumsticks on the table.  “I already said I’m sooooooooorry!”

Instead of answering, Yoongi’s brows just lowers more into a glower as his sharp teeth ferociously rips off a piece of chicken from the bone.

Seokjin wails, leaning over to Namjoon and whispers with his voice quivering, “He’s so scary…”

Namjoon just shakes his head and sips his beer before retorting, “Dude, you did this to yourself… You knew how excited he was to see Y/N again.”

“Okay, but even if we got here early, he wouldn’t have been able to sit beside her because that was always going to be Yerin and Ten’s spot!”

“Yeah, but he could have sat in front of her and they could have played footsies under the table like high school teenagers during free period at the library…” Zico points out.

Seokjin makes a face, “You’re the only one that would find that hot. Not everyone has a strange foot fetish like you do!” He then glances at his best friend, looking hopeful, “Right, Yoongs?”

Yoongi just ignores him, and turns to Zico who is sitting beside him, “Y/N has really nice feet.”

Zico nods in appreciation and bumps his fist against Yoongi’s. “Nooooice.”

Seokjin slumps his wide shoulders, going back to sadly eat his chicken. Namjoon laughs and pats his back in comfort but it doesn’t help.

Yoongi snorts, grinning at his best friend’s dramatic ways (yes, he will still reluctantly label Seokjin that, but he is on thin ice), then looks across the table, trying his damndest to tune into what you are saying with his shit hearing.

“I had these two clients - really cute couple that’s about to get married soon - and they were going to get matching little house tattoos with a heart in it — the idea was ‘home is where the heart is’ and they’re each other’s home—“

The table erupts with ‘awwww’s and you sniff with a nod, smiling softly as you clutch your chest over heart, “I know… They were the absolute sweetest! So obviously in love…! Anyways, everything was going great, I did the girl’s tattoo first, her fiance held her hand the hold time and it was like I wasn’t even poking needles in her cause they were just like – staring at each other, all heart eyes!”

“I want a love like that,” Ten comments with a pout. “So unfair…”

“Get off Grindr maybe,” Kai hides behind a cough. He shrugs when Ten glares at him. “And you know, maybe look around at guys you already know in real life, just, you know, saying…”

Ten makes a face full of disgust.

“That’s the most idiotic and ill advice I’ve ever heard! There’s no cute, good, decent men in my life—“ Ten sighs, not seeing the way Kai frowns because he turns to you. “Ok, sorry, continue your story!”

You throw Kai a sympathetic glance before continuing, “So it was the guy’s turn and everything is ready to go, the stencil was on his arm perfectly, everything was resanitized… Then just as soon I was about to touch his skin with the machine, he freaks! Says he can’t do it—“

“Oh no!” Yerin gasps, covering her mouth. “Second thoughts?”

“He doesn’t love her!” Dean concludes out of left field.

“No, no, no!” You laugh, waving your hands around. “It’s not like that! I forgot to mention he is completely tattoo-less, and it was going to be his first one. But he’s just really afraid of needles, and I was actually surprised he made it that far… But anyways, the funniest thing was when his fiancee blurted out, “It’s okay! You’re still brave to me… Your dick piercing proves that!””

Everyone either gasps out loud or laughs equally as hard, and Zico shoots up, holding his fist up in triumph. “Fuck yeah! Told you guys that it’s cool and I’m not stupid for getting it!” He looks down at his crotch area and coos, “Love you, bud… One day we will find a girl like that who will love us without any judgement!”

You, along with everyone else, tells Zico to settle down, and while doing that, you catch Yoongi’s gaze. At the eye contact, your lips lift into a sweet smile, and once again, his heart starts racing, offering a small smile of his own. You look so breathtakingly beautiful tonight that he just wants to get you alone already. (But truthfully, to him, you’re always gorgeous.) It’s just that he misses you so much that he wants to be selfish and greedy, wants whisk you away even though the rest of your friends probably misses you as much as he does.

He just wants the whole world to stop so he can look into those eyes forever, but of course—

“BUT LET’S GET TO THE JUICY BITS NOW, Y/N! TELL US MORE ABOUT HOSEOK!” Yerin tugs at her bestie’s arm while sneakily glares Yoongi’s way with a look of pure disdain that it startles him slightly, but when she turns back to you, it’s with an overeager grin.

It’s no secret that Yerin doesn’t like him. Maybe he could even go as far as say that she loathes him (not even in the joking way that Yoongi was feeling earlier for Seokjin). Yoongi doesn’t blame her though. The first time she had ever heard of Yoongi from you was probably around three years ago, as the other tattoo apprentice who looked down on your work and didn’t think you or your art were good enough to be a tattoo artist. Yoongi can honestly admit he used to be the elitist fucking asshole who thought the only good form of tattoo art were the traditional ones that covered up a lot of space on your skin, and not the micro, baby tattoos that were getting more and more popular everyday. So when he first met you and saw the sketches in your book, he scoffed, muttering to JB (who was also another apprentice at the time) that you’ll never make it to the end of the apprenticeship and that no one will book you. You had heard, eyes watering, and quietly excused yourself. When you came back, you sat back down just as quietly, eyes rimmed red that Yoongi felt so bad, and he tried to apologize after but you just shrugged him off… Thus starting your apprenticeship period at odds with one another, never seeing eye to eye or getting along.

It’s really a wonder how you two got where you are now. How Yoongi has so many of your tiny works all over his body and that he can’t imagine himself without them or without you either.

(And he doesn’t think that way anymore! He grew up and became less of a prick, and he finds every form of tattoo art unique and cool now.)

Still, it sucks knowing that the best friend of the girl he loves hates his guts. That’s like a million times worse than not getting the parent’s approval, especially considering how close you and Yerin are. The two of you are inseparable and you care a lot about Yerin’s opinion. The only reason his dick isn’t cut off yet by Yerin is because she also cares about your happiness… And Yoongi has a feeling that Yerin knows that a lot of your happiness comes from his cock. 

But Yerin doesn’t give up easily, always pushing you to try dating other guys instead of being in this strange friends with benefits situation with a guy who had made you cry the first time you met him. Guys that she thinks are better suited for her best friend - and Yoongi is guessing the guy of the month this time is Hoseok. 

Rubbing the back of your neck nervously, you shift your gaze away from Yoongi and answer, “What else is there to say that you guys don’t already know? He’s just… really nice, and made my entire stay there really fun… I mean, everyone at his studio did! They were just all awesome people!”

“Man, Hoseok does seem so awesome though. His works are insane!” JB awes. “I really want to get something done by him!”

“Oh, you might be able to get one soon then!” you exclaim. “He wants to guest spot with us in a few months… He said he wants to finally visit Korea for the first time since his family moved to the US when he was just 5! Like he already has a list of all these places here that he wants to see!” 

Ten smirks. “Ok, but I’m pretty sure his main reason to guest spot here is to see you again…”

“What?! No!” you disagree, heat creeping up to your cheeks. 

“Don’t be so modest, Y/N… He’s clearly into you… And, you have to take advantage of that! He’s so fine…” Hwasa moans, and so many of their friends around the table vehemently agree - even Dean, who is completely straight. Yoongi kicks Seokjin’s shin when he sees him also nod his head, in which Seokjin doubles over to grab at the newly throbbing spot and whispers furiously at Yoongi, I thought we weren’t friends anymore, you fuck. Yoongi whispers back a fuck you. “Tell me you at least let him hit that once!”

Yoongi’s throat gets dry.  He’s not really sure if he wants to hear the answer, but he pays close attention anyway. He has to remind himself that you and him are not exclusive, so if you did do anything with that guy, he shouldn’t be upset. Maybe just at himself for not telling you how he really feels… That he just wants to be with you for real.

“Well, he- I didn’t- we never-“ you struggle, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.  Heating up, you cover your face entirely with both your hands. Yoongi still finds it cute even though he feels like he’s going to throw up his heart any second.

“I think that’s a yes?” Heize grins, though still obviously confused.

You uncover your face and shake your head,“Nooooo, we’re just friends, guys!” From the corner of your eyes, you find Yoongi’s sad little kitty eyes, “I promise, we didn’t do anything.”

“You know that I know when you’re lying,” Yerin tells you. 

So you clear your throat, turning your whole body towards Yerin and straighten up you back before you say evenly, “I didn’t sleep with Hoseok, or even kissed him.”

You maintain each other’s gaze for a couple of seconds, and then, Yerin’s face twists in disappointment. “Fuck, she’s not lying…”

Yoongi lets out the breath he was holding, relief washing over him.

“Okay, can we move on now?” You ask, pretty much pleading by the look in your eyes. “As much as I love talking about myself, I want to hear about you guys! What’s been happening in your lives?”

And so with that, the conversation moves a long and the rest of the dinner goes by without another mention of Hoseok. 

But there’s still a really small part of Yoongi that thinks you’re not telling the full truth. Yerin might know you really well, but Yoongi knows you well too. 

Yoongi just hopes he’s wrong about his gut feeling.

With his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and leaning on the wall beside the entrance of the restaurant, Yoongi patiently (well, not really) waits for the right moment to pull you aside after the party. He is watching you, still by the table where you guys were sat, but you already have your coat on and the bags of presents that your friends gifted you are hanging on both your arms while you try your best to hug each of them goodbye, thanking them for coming out tonight.

Seokjin skips his way over to Yoongi after getting his hug from you, his cheeks looking like bread with happiness. Yoongi grimaces at the sight of him, but Seokjin’s smile doesn’t falter at all. To show how much his best friend’s evident ire towards him doesn’t phase him at all, Seokjin grabs Yoongi by his shoulder and pulls him away from the wall to hug him. As hard as Yoongi tries to wiggle away from Seokjin’s embrace, he wasn’t able to — so instead he just unwillingly rests his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder, baring his teeth and hisses like a wild, feral cat. 

“Joon, I think I caught you another one of those cryptids you like looking for!” Seokjin calls out to Namjoon who is walking over to them. Turning back to Yoongi, Seokjin pinches his cheek and coos, “And he’s adorable too! Aren’t you, little guy? Oh, yes you are!”

“I didn’t know you had a death wish, hyung,” Namjoon grins, looking between the one who is looking more and more pissed off every second and the smiley broad shouldered man who is squeezing him tightly.

“I mean, I know I’m already dead for making us late earlier… Might as well enjoy my short life to the fullest now!”

“Ha!” Yoongi exclaims, though still not at all enthused. “At least he knows.”

Namjoon laughs while looking behind his shoulder. “Oh, it looks like everyone else is leaving now!” He grabs a fistful of Seokjin’s denim jacket. “Come on, let’s leave Yoongi to have a moment with Y/N…”

Finally, Seokjin lets go of Yoongi, but asks him, “Am I driving you home…?”

“No,” Yoongi glances from you are still talking to Dean and Yerin - catching your eye and giving you a tiny wave which you return with a small smile - and then back to his two best friends. “You two go ahead… I’ll, um… catch a taxi or something.”

“Oooookay! Well then, you crazy kids better use protection and remember to always have the keys to handcuffs, we don’t want another 2018 Halloween accident when you— Ah, what the fuck, Namjoon?!”

Laughing, Yoongi watches Namjoon drag Seokjin out of the restaurant by his ear, “Thanks Joon!”

“No worries! Goodnight!”

“I love you, Yoongi! Please forgive me soon!” Seokjin manages to say before the door closes on his face.

With a shake of his head, Yoongi chuckles and pulls out his phone.

[Yoongi] — You’re forgiven I guess

[Seokjin] — YESSSSSSSSS 🤪 — 🍆🥛💦

[Yoongi] — I don’t even want to know what that means  — I’ll probably want to kill you again

[Seokjin] — Ok  — don’t ask then lol! 😅

Yoongi stuffs his phone back into the pocket of his leather jacket and waits. It doesn’t take very long.

“You’re still here, huh?” Yerin states the very obvious, not very amused.

“You know I live to make your life miserable, Yerin,” Yoongi quips.

Your best friend rolls her eyes, murmuring, “It would appear so…”

“Guys…” You warn them both, you hate the way they’re always at odds. 

“Yeah, come on… Put away the claws. Tonight is supposed to be a happy night! Y/N is back!” Dean tries to placate as well.

“Well… If Miss Baek will allow me… I wanted to ask Y/N something…” Yoongi begins, making Yerin grumble and cross her arms. Hiding his nervous shaking hands inside his jean pockets, he turns to you when your best friend doesn’t comment, “Do you want to come over to my place…?”

“Oh…” You stare at him wide-eyed. “Go over to your place? Like… Tonight?”

“Umm… Yeah…” God, why is this awkward? Oh right, Yoongi realizes exactly why, the way Yerin and Dean are both listening — and glaring at him intensely in Yerin’s case. He gives them pointed looks before explaining to you half-truthfully, “Y’know… To pick up Mocha.”

“Oh, right!” You let out a chuckle, hitting your head lightly. What else could he have meant? “Of course!”

Nodding at him with that sweet smile he loves, you agree, “Yeah, I’ll come over.”

“Grool,” He ends up saying stupidly with an equally stupid grin on his face. 

Yerin snorts at that but ends up making a face at how enamoured you are looking at Yoongi, causing her boyfriend to laugh and quietly remind her that you’re old enough to make decisions yourself. She sighs, nodding, knowing full well that he is right but still… She doesn’t like seeing you hurt. 

After that, the four of you wait outside for two separate taxis. The first one that comes, you make Yerin and Dean take it, hugging both of them tight before you send them off, and promising Yerin you’ll see her tomorrow to have a cafe hopping date like the two of you always do. You’ve missed them so much after a month abroad.

Once they leave, another taxi pulls up, and you both crawl into the back.

For some reason, you spend most of the ride to his apartment in total silence - forcing up small conversations only to drop it so quickly and return to awkwardly look out the window. Yoongi doesn’t get why it’s happening because you two can usually talk about the most useless topic for hours on end. 

It makes the sinking feeling in his stomach even more prominent that he messes up many times trying to unlock the code on his door.

“You okay there, bud?” You ask him with a slight teasing tone. “Want me to try?”

Yoongi lets out an airy laugh, and moves aside slightly to let you do it for him. 

“Think I drank a little bit too much tonight…” He confesses, rubbing the back of his hot neck.

“Yeah, I can see that,” you grin at him, getting the code of his apartment right on your first try. 

As the two of you step inside, he comments, “You didn’t though.”

“Oh,” you murmur like you are surprised that he had noticed. 

It wasn’t an accusation or anything, just an observation. Yoongi even recalls that you had turned down Ten’s offer of buying a bottle of your favorite - and not to mention, very expensive - wine. Not that you are anywhere close to having a drinking problem, but it’s not like you turn down that generous offer.

“Are you on some cleanse?” Yoongi looks over his shoulder at you to ask while he leads you to the guest room where Mocha is.

With a chuckle and shrug, you answer, “Something like that… Just trying to be healthy…!” Then even quieter you add, “… and to stop doing stupid shit…”

“Hmm?” Yoongi hums in question, didn’t quite hear what you said in the end there.

“Yeah, a cleanse!” You repeat what he had suggested loudly and leave it at that.

Yoongi doesn’t ask anymore questions, just opens the door to the guest room and lets you go inside first. When you do, you immediately tear up happily, finding your cherished baby boy who you missed so, so, so much — very much still awake and bouncing around the big octagon pen that you had helped Yoongi set up the day before you left for New York.

“Moch-ie!” You coo, racing to fence and reaching over it, you pick up Mocha who had bounced over to you in recognition. Mocha sniffs and starts to lick your face when you cuddle him closer. As you giggle at the love you are receiving, Yoongi can’t help but laugh softly too, sighing as he stares at you with hearts in his eyes. 

“He didn’t give you any trouble, did he?” You murmur in question.

Crossing his arms, Yoongi shook his head. “No, he was really good, actually…” He walks over beside you, scratching Mocha’s head, his gummy smile visible as he murmurs, “My little buddy.”

For a little while, you quietly watch the two of them. It’s not often that Mocha is so at peace with anyone other than you. It really shows how much they bonded while you were away and it puts you in such a wonderful mood. 

Yoongi glances up, startling slightly with a soft and cute gasp when he finds you just gazing at him. Although you are caught, you manage to keep your cool and just grin as you tease him, “I was asking Mocha about you.”

Yoongi snorts, amused. Then he squats a bit, to be at the same height as to where you are cradling Mocha against your shoulder, and once he is somewhat hidden, he squeaks in an unusually high voice, “Yoongi is the best, Y/N! Also incredibly good looking! But I bet you already know that! Pwease let me see him often or I will cry…. awot!”

You couldn’t help but burst out into a giggle while also making a face. “Ha, nice try! I always pictured Mocha to have a Boston accent actually…”

Then you end up making Yoongi laugh hard when you try out your own horrible Boston accent as you pretend to be Mocha speaking.

Though the giggles between you and Yoongi don’t stop, Mocha somehow manages to fall asleep in your arms. Looking down, you awe at him, eyes brimming again. You’re so happy to be home to give him cuddles again.

“Thank you…” you smile sweetly at Yoongi. “It really did make the whole trip a lot less stressful knowing someone I really trust was taking care of him…”

Glancing down bashfully as his cheeks gets rosy, Yoongi rubs the tip of his nose with the side of his finger before stuffing both his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. “It was no problem…” Then with his eyes back on you, he continues, “I’m glad I was able to make things less stressful for you… And like I said… Mocha’s great, so it was no trouble at all.”

“Speaking of…” You heave a soft sigh at the sleeping bunny, your own eyelids feeling heavy. “I should probably get back home… Mocha’s not the only one who’s tired…”

“Right! Of course!” Yoongi exclaims as he twists and turns, scrambling around to remind himself where he had put the carrier you had brought Mocha in. He checks in the closet and finds it stashed in the corner. You put your still sleeping bunny in the carrier when Yoongi brings it out for you. 

“Do you want to come with you to bring that back?” Yoongi asks, gesturing at the pen. 

With a shake of your head, you say, “No, it’s fine! I know you have a long day tomorrow… Taehyung’s coming back to finish his back piece, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Yoongi, it’s okay, really!” You laugh. “But drop it off my place after you’re done at the studio tomorrow?” You continue while the two of you begin to make your way to his front door, “I’m probably going to be sleeping all day, so you better bring me something from The Kitchen… I’ve missed that place and their seolleongtang so much.”

Yoongi grins. “Alright, sounds good. I’ll get three servings of your usual.”

“You really know exactly how to make my heart race…” You trail off, the joyful on your face becomes one of uncertainty. Hiding your face, you look down to gently set Mocha’s carrier on the floor just beside the front before Yoongi can notice. When you jump back up, it seems like you had given yourself a mental pep talk, and you open your arms towards him. “Um… Hug?”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate at all to wrap his arms around… But he gets the opposite vibe from you — especially when he feels the pats of your hand on his back.

Aren’t you two already past that stage of awkward back pats?!

He tries not to let that get to him, blaming it on the time apart. 

Maybe he needs to be the one to make a move…

When you part slightly for him and the two of you are staring eye to eye, he tilts his head, leaning in for a kiss. But you move your face away and take a step back that he stops mid-lean. 

While Yoongi stands there looking stunned and stupid, you pick up Mocha’s carrier again and unlock his door, opening it. 

Before stepping out, you look back at him. “Goodnight Yoongi… I’ll, um… See you tomorrow?” 

Yoongi sucks in a breath through his teeth, trying to smile back as he nods. “Yeah, yeah… Um… Goodnight…”

After smiling at him one last time, you turn. 

“Wait— Y/N!” Yoongi calls before you could leave, his hand reaching for the side of his door to keep it open. 

Eyes wide, you look back in question.

Yoongi’s heart is pounding, not really knowing what to say when he had called for you. He just needed to.

“I…” He starts, his gaze darting to your lips - wanting so badly to kiss you… But he’s not sure you want to do the same, and he doesn’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to. He swallows down the lump in his throat, and says instead, “Let me know when you get home safe, okay?”

You smile - a genuine one this time that his heart jumps - and nod. “I will… Thanks, Yoongi.”

With a small wave, you are walking off. He doesn’t close the door until he sees you step into the elevator.

When he does close the door, he presses his forehead against it with a cresentfallen exhale. His hand comes up to clutch his heart, wondering what went wrong.

It was only days ago that you had promised him kisses when you got home, but now that you are here, all he got is this aching in his chest.

MONDAY

Yoongi arrives at the studio early Monday morning in a somewhat foul mood. Of course, Seokjin doesn’t hesitate to call him out on it. 

“God, you’re ugly when you’re moody.”

Yoongi glares at him as he sets his bag down at his station. From just a few feet away and on the other side of the room, Heize stops hand poking on her client to give Yoongi a quick glance, then grins Seokjin’s way and comments, “So he’s ugly most days then?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and tries to ignore them, pulling out his iPad and Apple Pencil to touch up a few finishing touches on some flash pieces he’ll be posting on Instagram today before his first client of the day comes in. But it’s hard to ignore the way Seokjin lets out the ugliest laugh, almost doubling over. With tears in his eyes, he points  towards Heize while nodding. “Heize, seriously… If you were into guys… We’d be married by now.”

Heize snorts and makes a face. “You say that as if you’re into women…”

Seokjin’s jaw drops in shock. “I am! I’m Bi and proud!”

“Oh, right… Sorry!” Heize genuinely apologizes before turning her attention to her client again and starts poking. “I always forget that because you’re always thirsting after men…”

“Well excuse me for wanting to respect women I find attractive by not objectifying them!”

“Out loud…” Yoongi murmurs under his breath, though making it loud enough for Seokjin to hear.

Seokjin pouts at Yoongi, “Why are you bullying me? What have I done to deserve this?”

Working on the lines for a peony piece on Procreate, Yoongi doesn’t even bother to look up from his iPad screen when he says, “Literally the first thing you said to me as I walked through the door was that I’m ugly…”

Sitting down on the chair at his station just beside Yoongi’s, Seokjin crosses his arm petulantly, still pouting. “I actually said ‘Good Morning’ first… But go off, I guess…”

Then something dawns on Seokjin as he looks over his best friend, making him frown slightly in concern. Trying his hardest not to make too much noise, Seokjin drags himself closer to Yoongi without getting up from the stool. It still makes a loudass screech though…

“Sorry,” Seokjin says in tiny when Yoongi glances up sharply at him. Yoongi just sighs and shakes his head slightly before going back to drawing.

“Sooooooooooo…” Seokjin draws out, pressing his chin on top of Yoongi’s shoulder. “How’d it go last night, buddy?”

Yoongi shrugs him off, his jaws set when he responds, “It went.”

“That bad, huh?”

With a very tiny nod, Yoongi reluctantly admits it. Seokjin frowns, feeling very sympathetic for his obviously very hurt friend. He knows at times like this, it’s better to just leave Yoongi alone until he wants to open up himself. So Seokjin places his hand on Yoongi’s back to rub and pat it in comfort and leaves him be.

Though Yoongi has a lot on his mind, he remains a professional. He finishes Kim Taehyung’s big left rib tattoo in just under 5 hours — all the lines and shading completely perfect, as if printed on the skin by a computer instead of done freehand like Yoongi did.

“Whoa…” Taehyung awes, checking out his freshly done and swollen tattoo in front of one of the big mirrors scattered around Shadow Tattoo Studio. His wide boxy smile shows exactly how he feels about it, but that doesn’t stop him from praising his favorite artist who did most of the work on his very tattooed body, “Yoongi, this is so amazing! I wish I had more skin for you to tattoo on… Are you sure you don’t do asscheeks?”

“Tae…” It was Taehyung’s wife who speaks up in a disapproving tone before Yoongi can assure him that he doesn’t do asscheeks. “I love you… And I will still love you if you had tattoos on your ass… But please… Don’t.”

Taehyung giggles, jogging up to where she’s still sitting on one of the stools that Yoongi had placed beside the massage bed he had tattooed Taehyung on, the two newlyweds holding each others hands tightly the whole time Taehyung got tattooed on one of the most painful part of the body. He pinches both her cheeks and presses a kiss on her lips and a whisper of ‘I love you too’, and when they part, smiling adoringly at each other, he says, “Okay, no butt tattoo!”

Both Yoongi and Taehyung’s hot wife sigh in relief.

After that, all three of them head to the front desk, where Yoongi gives the hourly quote of the tattoo to Solar and she computes the price for Taehyung. 

In cash, Taehyung pays Solar, and also slips an extra $300 tip to Yoongi. 

“Fuck me, wow… Thanks, man,” Yoongi gives Taehyung one of those bro hand shakes/half hug. He is still surprised though he should be used to it by now — Taehyung is one of his favorite clients and has always been a great tipper. Still, it fills him with pride and joy inside whenever someone shows their appreciation for his work in such a huge way.

“Hey Taehyung, before you go!” Hwasa calls out as she walks over to them. “When is it Ladies’ Night at Singularity?” 

“It’s every Thursday.”

“Perfect,” Hwasa smirks. 

As they all say goodbye to the two lovebirds - Seokjin, Heize and Zico joining in as well - Zico comments as he stares without shame at Taehyung’s wife ass as they walk out the door, “God… Taehyung’s wife is smoking…” 

Everyone murmurs in full agreement.

“Who knew you could find love at a gothic BDSM club?” Seokjin questions out loud. “Speaking of… Why were you asking about Club Singularity?”

Crossing her arms and leaning her back against the front desk, Hwasa says, “I was thinking we should take Victoria there.”

Seokjin clutches his chest and moans, “Oh! It’s me! I’m going to find love at a BDSM club! Victoria will meet my gaze while we’re there, she’ll instantly fall in love with me, and we’ll dance and kiss the night away…”

“But she already knows you, bro…?” Zico says in confusion.

“But she probably wishes she didn’t,” Solar mutters under her breath.

Song Victoria is a tattoo artist friend of theirs from Qingdao, China that has guest spotted at the shop several times before. She’ll be visiting again for a week, arriving late Wednesday night.

And it’s true… She knows Seokjin very well already… Maybe too well.

“Pretty sure she still hates you after you threw up into her Valentino white bag…” Hwasa comments.

Seokjin scoffs several times. “Well… I’ll tell her that was actually… my… EVIL TWIN BROTHER!”

The group part ways to get back to business while also laughing at Seokjin’s absurd imagination. The whole thing almost cheers Yoongi up enough to forget about the thing that has been clouding his mind… Almost.

20 minutes passed over the agreed time of his fourth and second to last client of the day, and Yoongi is starting to think the guy is a no-show. Visibly fuming, his foot taps impatiently on the floor as he looks between the door and the digital neon sign clock on the wall. 

15 more minutes pass… Definitely a no-show.

Nothing gets Yoongi’s blood boiling more than a no-show. What kind of asshole doesn’t even have a decency to call in and cancel? It’s like they have no regard for other people’s time, and they obviously only care about themselves. What a prick, what a fuck—

Yoongi’s eyes widen comically when his phone lights up suddenly with a message.

Without much thought and his heart beating faster and faster, Yoongi grabs his leather jacket off the rack beside his tattoo cart and heads out the shop with a quick goodbye to anyone he passes by, though not giving them an explanation. Not that they needed one. They all already know the only reason Yoongi will be walking that fast and how for the first time in Yoongi’s life, he is basically skipping happily out the door when he just got no-showed…

“Y/N just sent him a booty call text,” Seokjin murmurs out loud, bumping his fist against Dean who agrees with him.

[Y/N] — Come over? 🥺

Yoongi gummy smile peeks through as he reads the message over again, lifting his hand to hail a cab.

Once inside one, he texts back:

[Yoongi] — omw

It takes only two knocks on the door before you are swinging it open and grabbing the front of Yoongi’s plain white tee to forcefully pull him inside your apartment — as if you were already waiting impatiently at the other side for him. He lets out a surprised chuckle as he stumbles in, but it is cut short as his breath hitches when you press your hand on his chest to push him against the wall. There’s that lascivious look of yours that always gets him riled up on your pretty little face, inching closer and closer towards him.

The next thing Yoongi knows is that your body is tight against his and your lips…

Your lips were on his.

No thoughts, head empty. 

It takes him a stupidly long second to comprehend that he is once again feeling the sweetest and softest lips that he has been missing so much. 

But once he snaps out of his daze, he lets out a guttural groan, eyelids fluttering shut in bliss — his needy hands gripping tightly onto your hips. Everything too much and too good is happening all at once, but he just wants to savour this moment of kissing your pretty lips for the first time in so long forever.

Without much effort on his part, Yoongi jumps slightly and lifts you up by your thighs - your legs wrapping around his waist - and flips the script. With a satisfied groan coming out of your parted mouth, now you’re the one with your back slammed to the wall.

Your hands skim and find purchase along his shoulders and biceps, desperately feeling him up. His muscles tense underneath your touch with every fervoured kiss. Yoongi was always pretty strong for his stature, but this feels different.

“Have you been working out?” You ask, panting for air. 

Yoongi’s not sure how to take the question. Should he be offended? Because he has been working out but hasn’t noticed any visible results. He frowns slightly until you roll your hips against him, horny. “You feel… good. Beefy. I like it.”

“Beefy?” His chuckle tickles your cheek. ”Yeah, well, I’ve had a lot down time while you were gone.”

You pout. “Are you saying that what we’re doing right now doesn’t work you out?”

Yoongi kisses away your pout, then drags away his smile from yours down to underneath your jawline, marking his place there with his teeth and the suction of his mouth before he answers, “Oh, I’m working out something alright…”

He presses himself tighter against you to show you exactly what he means. You feel how hard he is even from the layers of his jeans and your little flamingo print pajama shorts and silk underwear.

“That… And my ass,” he quips cheekily, in between kisses on your neck.

“That’s true…” You giggle, and it makes him smile. “You do have a pretty nice ass.”

“Thanks,” He says, finding your lips again. “So do you.”

He smacks his hand against your ass, causing you to whimper, moaning his name into his mouth.

Yoongi always loves hearing the way you say his name. It always sounds so honey sweet. 

He carries you over to the couch and he lets you down. Together, you shrug his leather jacket off, hasty and quick. The same goes for his shirt, the belt on his jeans and the jeans themselves, his shoes and even his socks. It only takes less than a minute for him to be more underdressed than you are.

He doesn’t have time to playfully complain about it when you start moaning and grinding against him.

Yoongi growls, feeling himself going crazy over the neediness in your whimpers and how your hips swivels urgently to get friction on his thigh that he has in between your legs. He nips his teeth on your bottom lip with a harsh tug, before he presses a more bruising kiss against your mouth.

Where was all this last night?

“Oh — ohmygod… Yoongi, please…” you beg after he lays a couple swats on your upper thigh and ass. The burning feeling has you wetter. “W—want you…”

But when you say his name when you’re needy and begging for him… God, that’s a whole other level that Yoongi can’t even take.

“Yeah?” He questions, smirking. He doesn’t even know how he can manage his teasing and light tone, especially when you are driving him crazy with the way you are looking at him. “How much do you want me?”

“Don’t tease, Yoongi— you— you already know—“

He pauses, watching you get off on his thigh, gasping and whining for something more. So pretty and beautiful and… Not at all his.

“I — I actually don’t—“ he hates how sad boy he sounded, like a Drake song crying about Rihanna. He hides it by capturing the peak of your left breast with his mouth, coating the camisole you still had on with his saliva. It has you whimpering, your back arching off the couch, and he hopes you didn’t pick up the vulnerability he had accidentally let out. 

“Tell me how much you want my cock,” he demands, arrogant facade back on as he lifts your shirt up, rucking the material around your armpits. He takes a moment to admire the pretty opal seashells surrounding your nipples, licking around them before his teeth tugs on them. You moan, stuttering as his hand slides from your ass to cup your mound, his fingers putting pressure where you want him most. When he feels your wetness seeping through the cotton shorts, he groans, pressing his forehead against yours, looking straight into your eyes with his intense glare, his mouth hot over yours. “How much do you want my cock in this needy, little pussy?”

“So—mmhhh—So much—!” Your jaws drops in a high whine when he rubs over where you sensitive clit is, “I want— Yoongi—! Want your cock —stretching out my p-pussy— mi-miss that — miss —“ you didn’t even finish your sentence, pressing your mouth on his in a messy kiss, uncoordinated and desperate. You just had to have his lips on yours again. 

While his tongue slips into your mouth, his fingers keep pressing and kneading up and down along your heat. You squirm underneath him, feeling so hot from his touch, moaning into the kiss.

When the two of you part, both of you are panting hard. His hand leaves your mound, holding it up in the small space between the two of you. All you could do was watch closely as Yoongi presses two of his fingers that is lightly slicked with your essence into his mouth. He hums around the digits, satisfied. You can tell his tongue is savouring the taste to the fullest, but you wish he was tasting straight from the source instead. As if reading your mind, Yoongi pops his fingers out his mouth and murmurs over the shell of you ear, “Good. But I want to eat you out first.”

Your body buzzes with excitement.

“Please,” you let out, soft and breathless.

With a devilish smirk, Yoongi hums again. He sits up straight, looking down at you — at how your pupils are blown wide, the way your chest is heaving, your nipples hardened and wet from his mouth, your mouth swollen from his kiss — and bites back the groan crawling up in the back of his throat to instead frown, head tilting to the side. Mocking. “Sorry, I didn’t quite hear that?”

You huff. His constant teasing is becoming too much. Especially since it’s been too long, and you just want… You just want to feel him all over you again. You want him touching you, and kissing you, and stretching you open, and taking you however he likes to take you to that higher place together… 

You just want… 

Him.

“Yoongiiii—“ you whine, squirming against his thigh again. “P-lease…!” 

You are looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, teary with frustration, and Yoongi can’t deny you anymore. He hunches down again, kissing you fiercely, completely taking your breath away… Then descends down your body as if he isn’t as affected as you are, making his mark on your shivering body every step of the way there.  

Yoongi tugs at your shorts, and you lift your ass away from the couch so he can shimmy it down your legs. While you kick them off when it hangs on your foot, Yoongi is staring down with a toothy grin, amused by the underwear you are wearing.

“Still not used to the timezone change?” Yoongi questions jokingly as his thumb feels across the baby pink thread embroidered on the satin purple panties, spelling out a cursive ‘Monday’. 

“A friend made these for me,” You tell him with a pout. It had been a gift from Mina, a tattoo artist from Hope On The Streets Studios that you became really good friends with. Mina has a side gig with her best friend making handmade lingerie that sells for a lot on their popular Etsy shop — around $300 for a bra & panty set — and she gave you a ‘days of the week’ silk underwear set as a parting gift. You’re a collector of pretty lingerie and you think these might be the prettiest ones you own now. “They’re cute, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi pushes his finger on the blue embroidered rose placed just below the ‘d’ of Monday, and then trails his finger slowly down to where the purple satin has darkened, soaked with your wetness. He traces your slit through the satin. You sigh from his gentle touch. “Really cute.”

He lowers himself, and you feel the heat of his mouth hovering over your throbbing center. “Fucking adorable,” you hear him murmur before you feel his tongue spread on you. Your hips buck up into him at the feeling, whimpering. Yoongi growls, a warning, as one of his hands grips your hip while the other grabs onto your thigh. He holds you down, necessary when he starts to drag his tongue against your cunt, lapping you up like a cat presented with a bowl of milk. 

By the way Yoongi is practically purring and groaning in bliss as he tastes you, maybe that’s not so far off…

“Fuck… I’ve really missed this sweet pussy,” Yoongi can’t help but to voice out, pulling your underwear to the side before he dives back in, meticulously lashing his tongue through your sticky folds. You let out a scream — completely forgetting how electrifying the sensation of his tongue piercing feels against your clit. It’s so good, too good, your hands clutch onto Yoongi’s hair, pulling hard. 

Yoongi groans. Absolutely loving the rough and desperate way you are riding his face. He grinds against the purple polyester of the couch to relieve the pressure from his hard cock.

It’s your heavenly taste and the way your were mewling his name that has Yoongi spreading your pussy lips, capturing that sensitive bud between his lips, sucking and circling the tip of his tongue around it in a way that has you kicking your feet, while two of his fingers sink into your tight heat.

Without any mercy, Yoongi thrusts his fingers in and out, rapid in succession yet skilful. Scissoring, curling, adding another finger when you plead sweetly for more. Fingerfucking you until you are thrown into a pit of pleasure.

Yoongi gladly laps up everything that your gush around his fingers.

When Yoongi lifts his gaze, he meets your eyes — fluttering, half lidded, trying to stay open to watch him. He sees how your pretty mouth is parted in a small ‘o’, still making those sounds he loves, and you were playing with your tits, pinching your nipples. 

The sight was so mesmerizing to Yoongi that he finds himself leaning up, his mouth once again on yours.

Yoongi is in absolute bliss. You were kissing him so hard, your arms thrown around him and squeeze him tight, tasting yourself on his tongue while still riding your high, and how your velvet walls spasm and clench around his digits still hilted inside… He feels like he has died in your arms and gone to heaven.

He was still kissing you when you reached inside his boxers to grasp his throbbing length. You start to fist his cock, using his precum for an easier slide. He groans, parting his lips away from yours for a quick second, before mashing his mouth against yours for a more ferocious kiss.

Yoongi didn’t want to stop kissing you, but with the way you were touching him — pumping and twisting your delicate hand around his cock, swiping your thumb along the head — he has to stop. You knew exactly what to do to make him come completely undone. But he didn’t want to let go just yet, at least not by your pretty, pretty hands — not even by your lovely mouth… He wants to fill up your cunt, have you dripping of him down your legs, like he had promised you a few days ago.

Yoongi takes his fingers out of you, smacking his palm against your pussy.

“Turn around,” Yoongi grunts. 

Though out of breath, his tone is still authoritative. Deep, in control, and just plain sexy. It sends a delighted shiver down your spine as you shakily flip around on your stomach like he demanded.

You let Yoongi move you as he wishes. He drags you up your knees, shifts further to your side of the couch, your back arching, chest pressing against the armrest and clutching on to it. With your ass in the air, Yoongi leaves a kiss on each cheek.  

“Perfect,” he mutters, taking a bite on the right cheek. His teeth imprints a mark there, causing a pulsing between your legs again.

Then he sits up, grabs your inner thigh to spread you wider for him, putting his hand between your thighs. The friction of his hand rubbing there starts fuelling the fire deep inside you once more. 

“Mr. Min, I want you inside me now.” You entice him with a sway of your hips. You look back over your shoulder, biting your lip coyly while batting your lashes. “Pretty please, fuck me now…?” 

What a dirty girl, Yoongi smirks, slapping your ass with the hand that had been groping it. “Such a needy, spoiled princess…”

You feel him drag your panty to the side, the tip of his cock sliding up and down your dripping slit, and then he just stops. You wait impatiently, thinking he is just teasing you further. 

Which isn’t far off from the truth. Yoongi was going to keep playing with you, get you worked up and eager again… That is until he noticed something… Half hidden under the waistband of your underwear on the left side of your hips is a tattoo he has never seen before. It must be new, something you got while you were away. Curious, he inches your panties down just a bit to reveal it, and then swallows the lump in his throat.

Yoongi didn’t even have to ask whose work it was. The bold colours, hard lines, and unique animated design of the film roll with flowers is so distinguishable. He had been obsessively scrolling through that certain tattoo artist’s Instagram ever since last night, after you left his place, to know exactly that it’s that guy’s art now permanently on your body.

Something stirs inside Yoongi, a bubbling mix of insecurity and jealousy. He knows it’s a stupid feeling, especially since you have tattoos all over your body— not just from Yoongi but even from Seokjin, Dean, Heize, and so many other artists — but he can’t help himself from feeling it, staring at the newest one from Hoseok. 

The stupid mix of emotions merges into something more ugly. One of greed and anger. One of mine, mine mine. 

Suddenly, he is plunging himself deep with a guttural growl. A scream tears from your throat, throwing your head back, eyes widening as Yoongi grunts behind you, hilting you over and over again, claiming you with every stroke of his cock burning your inner walls. The sound of your wails and every hard smack of his hips against your ass is nearly deafening in the tiny living room.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! You’re so fucking tight! How is a slut still this fucking tight?!”

“You missed my cock that much, huh? Look at the way you are sucking me in.”

“Such a nasty girl… Made for taking my cock.”

“You’re dripping, sweetheart. Fuck— you feel incredible—your pussy— fuck— it’s only this wet for—me—right?”

Nodding at everything he is saying and mewling yes, yes, yes yes, yesss in various volumes that you are able to, you cling onto the armrest for your dear life as Yoongi keeps fucking you. It’s loud and rough and messy — and yes, those  are tears rolling down your cheeks — but it’s exactly what you needed from Yoongi after a month apart. This — right here, with Yoongi — cannot be replicated. You’ve tried, but nothing has ever felt this good.

Though he is going hard, Yoongi still makes sure not to touch your new tattoo as it’s still in the process of healing. He doesn’t want to scar you, or hurt you — at least not in the way that you don’t want. Instead, his hand grips tight just above it on your waist while one the other side, his palm strikes your ass and thigh after every dirty thing he growls out.

You’re quivering now, the build up starting to get too much, made even more unbearable when Yoongi finds that spot inside that has your head spinning. “Oh.. oh—Oh! Please, oh my god!”

“Please what, baby?” He asks, faux concern. He snaps his hips and hits the spot again. He takes glee in the shaky and breathy whine you stutter out. “Please fuck you like this?”

He starts up again, and you can only go loose and take it as Yoongi jerks you back onto his throbbing cock over and over. 

“Yes… yes… Please! Yes! Right there…! Yoon—Yoongi—” 

“Don’t you dare come,” Yoongi warns when he feels you clenching uncontrollably. With a low growl, he grabs your arm, pulling it behind you. The stretch burns so good, you nearly just accidentally defied his order. So he turns your head to face him to repeat himself as his cold glare bores into your eyes, nearly snarling, “Don’t you fucking dare come until I tell you to, princess.”

Whimpering, you give a short and swift nod, trying so hard not to burst at the seams. He coos, again mocking, as his thumb wipes away your tears. Your other hand still clinging onto the couch digs yours nails into your palm to prevent disobeying Yoongi.

He waits several minutes, using that time to mouth and kiss along your neck and shoulders, before he starts slamming into you again.

Yoongi is cruel, you can feel his evil smirk on your shoulder as his hand reaches around to your front to rub incessantly on your aching bud. You still have tears drying on your face from before but fresh ones slide down as you try not to come or trash in his hold.

“Tell me, baby-“ Yoongi starts, his cock driving itself in and out of your body, his thumb on your clit making your toes curl,  “—tell me, who’s cock is fucking you so good, you’re crying? Tell me— Who’s cock has this pussy weeping for more?”

“Yo—“ you gulp, eyes starting to roll back, “Yours!”

“Say—“ thrust “—My—” smack “—Name!” 

“Yoongi!!” You cry out, “Yoongi! Min Y-Yoongi’s cock!”

“Only — fuck— mine, ri—ght, sweetheart?”

“Yes! Yo—urs! Only yours! Yoongi— please!! It’s only your cock—“

“Then go on. Come around my cock,” he finally allows, satisfied with your depravity, and so you let go, meeting this hips now as you crave for more.

“Ahhh fuuuuuck… You look so good, bouncing on my cock. Fuck baby,” Yoongi cries out, dropping his gaze to where your were joined. His cock had your little pussy stretched open, like you was made just for him.  The loud sound of skin hitting skin, the wet squelch of his cock pushing out your dewy essence, and you begging for it harder and faster fills the room.

Yoongi gives it to you like you want, and that’s all it takes for you to reach nirvana, moaning his name one last time as pure pleasure overtakes your whole being.

Yoongi is right there with you, clutching your hips as he stutters to hilt into the deepest he can go, cursing freely and body shaking with every pump of cum into your pretty pussy. You milk him until he is dry and oversensitive, shakily sliding out. Before you can leak him out of your entrance, Yoongi snaps your panties back in place, covering your swollen and messy lips. Though not out of modesty.

“Push it out,” He tells you with a slap on your ass. You knew exactly what he wanted, it’s not the first time Yoongi was fascinated with how much he can fill you up. You answer with a soft and panted okay, and you lift your ass up higher. Yoongi watches as his cum starts to seep through the purple satin while the muscles between your trembling legs twitching to push it out. The sight has him groaning, thick and white and absolutely a dirty contrast against the lavish material.

He swipes up a glob on the tip of his finger and then pats your ass, tells you to turn you around to face him. When you do, he brings his finger to your lips and without any second thought, you wrap your mouth around it. With your gaze wide on him sweetly, as if asking silently if you’re being a good girl, your tongue laves around his finger, sucking and cleaning his cum off, messy and sloppy — just like he likes.

“That’s my good girl,”  Yoongi murmurs, giving you the praise you wanted to hear. You moan in content when he takes his finger out your mouth so he can kiss you something fierce, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you tight against his body. 

Though before the kiss can get more heated, it’s the gurgling of your stomach that pulls the two of you apart.

Yoongi laughs at how loud it was. “You hungry?” 

“Shut up!” You heat up and clutch around your belly, embarrassed about this, as if you hadn’t just licked his cum off his finger. Yoongi grins, it’s cute. “You were the one that was supposed to bring me food from The Kitchen, remember?”

“Oh right…” Yoongi hums in thought. Then he stands up from the couch. “Come on. Let’s go there.”

“Really?!” You ask, sparkle in your eyes. 

Yoongi laughs again, nodding. “Yeah. My treat.”

“YAY!” You jump up as you clap your hands rapidly, happily.

Then you are leaning your face up and closer towards him, and he holds his breath. Yoongi doesn’t know what for? Maybe a kiss? A thank you for those orgasms and now dinner kiss? 

But as your noses were about to touch, you stop, giving a big dumb grin while he sees you lift your palm up from the corner of his eyes.

What the… 

“I get to use the shower first!” You call out, before you are dashing to your room to get to the second washroom with the shower. 

“Hey!” Yoongi cries, laughing out loud— you were raising your hand up like a kid in a classroom. Why are your the fucking cutest?! You’re too much, his smile is so wide as he tries to chase after you. “We can shower together!”

But you already had the door almost closed when he catches up.

You peek out, shaking your head with a toothy grin. Adorable. 

“Nope! If you come in here with me, we’ll never leave the house!” 

Yoongi opens his mouth to argue, but they both know you’re right so instead, you just slam the door on his face before he can get a word out. 

“So wait your turn!” He hears you sing-song then the shower turns on. With a shake of his head, he chuckles.

Yoongi sniffs himself, not really minding his smell, so he just splashes his face with water from the kitchen sink and picks up his clothes from the ground. Once dressed, he goes back into your room to wait. He looks around, sees that your luggages are only half put away, and he’s sure it’s going to stay that way for at least a few more months. You were big on procrastinating. 

All over your room were new things he doesn’t recognize, most likely souvenirs for your friends and things you bought for yourself in New York. He steps towards your drawer and sees a white wooden box that’s open. It’s the Days of the Week panty set, each one a color from the rainbow with different flowers for each day. On a small card placed on top of the remaining panties in the box, there’s a note that reads:

Y/N,  I know you wanted to order a set yourself, but I wanted to gift this to you for being such a precious friend to me. Thank you for being so lovely! I will miss you so much even though I know we will text often! Can’t wait for you to come back. xoxo, Mina M. P.S. Don’t be afraid to ask for replacements if that special someone ruins a pair of these. ;) I will happily send you another!

Yoongi reads it over and over again, focusing on the ’special someone’ line. Maybe he is reading too much into it but… It sounds like Mina knows there is a special someone, and it’s not just a throwaway line, teasing about the underwear. There is someone you want to ruin your panties. 

His heart is beating hard, feeling like it’s about to burst out of his chest. 

Is it him? Is that why you called him? Because that’s what he did today, ruin those pretty purple Monday panties.

Or is it..

That’s when his gaze flicks up, noticing you had added more polaroids on your wall. And thought there were at least 10 new ones from your time abroad, one catches his attention almost immediately… 

The one of you kissing Hoseok’s cheek and the man was smiling so wide that his eyes were smiling too and not only that, but his hand is firmly gripping quite possessively on your waist - Yoongi swallows the hard lump in his throat.

Did you use Yoongi to get your mind off the man you really want? The one who is a million miles away? The one you really wanted to ruin your panties instead of Yoongi?

His internal struggle is interrupted by his phone buzzing.

[Solar] — Uhhh… where you at? — Your last client is here…

Yoongi curses out loud just as you step out the washroom, a towel wrapped around your body.

“What’s up?” 

He turns to you, and of course, you take his breath away. His head is a mess — sad, in love, yearning for more. He wasn’t sure how he looked. Pathetic probably. He smiles sadly, clearing his throat before he tells you, “Um, I’m sorry… I— I completely forgot I had one last appointment tonight. I have to head back to the studio.”

“Oh…” You frown, but you quickly mask your disappointment with a small smile and a shrug. “Yeah, that’s no problem… I’ll walk you out.”

Together, you leave your room, not saying a word to each other.

Yoongi keeps flicking his eyes to you, wanting to say something but he doesn’t know what, remembering the picture on your wall.

Wait… Is Yoongi really going to give up this easily? That’s not like him. He always fought hard for all the things he loves in his life. Like tattooing, when his parents cut him off after he dropped out of medical school to pursue it instead.

And Yoongi has been in love with you for so long now. He just wants you to want him just as much as he wants you… 

He’s not going to give up.

That’s why, right at that very second, he tells himself that he’s going to do whatever he can to make you forget about the boy back in New York and fall in love with him instead. 

And how is he going to do that? 

Well, he has an idea…

Just a few feet away from your front door, Yoongi steps up and in front of you, making you stop on your track when he cuts you off to turn to face you.

“I promise to take you to The Kitchen tomorrow,” he says, holding his pinky up. 

He shakes it towards you until you slowly wrap your own around his. You were obviously reluctant, you’re really just trying not to get your hopes up again. “Okay…” 

Though before you can untangle from him, Yoongi places his other hand on your hips and draws you close, pinkies still intertwined. 

“Oh… And wear the Tuesday panty tomorrow…” He murmurs in your ear.

“W-why?”

“Because…” He begins with a smirk you can’t see but can hear. You already have a feeling he is going to mess you up with that he is going to say next.  “I’ll be ruining each and every one of them every day for the rest of this week… Maybe I’ll stuff Tuesday into your mouth tomorrow. Tie your wrists together behind your back with Wednesday… And you don’t even want to know what I have planned for Friday’s…”

Yup, you’re a complete mess now. Thanks to Min Yoongi.

You heat up, speechless. Your heavier breathing letting him know exactly why you are so silent.

He leans his head back, looking into your eyes. The hazy look in them tells him all he needed to know. “… Or maybe you do?”

You didn’t even realize it, but you had nodded. Yoongi hums in satisfaction, peeling away from you so suddenly and takes a step back. You already miss the feeling of his body against yours.

“Can I say ‘hi’ to Mocha before I go?” Yoongi asks, gummy smile now sweet as if he hadn’t just whispered something so dirty in your ear.

Your cheeks are still burning from his words, but you manage to grin back. “Ye-yeah! Of course!”

And so Yoongi slides past you to get to the room you kept your bunny — but not before pressing a quick kiss on your cheek first.

So surprised, you stand there, stunned. A minute must have passed before your hand flies up to touch where his lips had landed while you hear him start to coo at Mocha next door.

The butterflies in your stomach are restless.

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Always You | JJK (One)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack

Word Count: 10.2k (yikes, I know) (I will try to shorten future chapters, ya girl is sorry)

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, puking, reader is a drunk cry baby, reader is kinda embarrassing, jk is kinda jelaous, mentions of sleeping around, reader and jk are pretty affectionate, jk’s thighs are mentioned—that’s like, a warning in itself right?

Notes: hiiiii, the first part is here! Once again, really nervous about this so please go easy on me but mostly, just enjoy! :) also sorry for any typos!!!!

© taestefully-in-luv

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The sun is a magical thing. It lights up and warms the Earth, it enhances your mood, it helps plants grow, it literally provides for life. Without the sun, life on Earth would cease to exist. What the sun also does? The sun also shines down on us and lights up the most beautiful things. The sun today, however, is especially highlighting the most beautiful thing. The way the glittering rays gleam through the windows you can see how todays sun focuses on him.

That’s right, you guessed it. Kim Taehyung. His skin is absolutely glowing in the rays, his eyes sparkle in the light that shines down. Yes, Kim Taehyung is an other-worldly being. The way he just stands there and shimmers you can’t help but stare but also like, shy away because his beauty is so god damn blinding. Wait…was this dramatic? This might be dramatic. You’re too far gone to care though. His boxy grin, the way his hair falls into his eyes, the mole on his—

“I just want you to know, you are fucking drooling.” You hear the scoff of the man across from you, Jeon Jungkook, also known as your best friend.

You lazily shake your head as the two of you sit nice and snug in the booths of your favorite coffee shop. It’s one of the colder spring days, the breeze biting at your skin when you were outside but now, you have Jungkook’s scarf wrapped loosely around your neck and hot coffee in your hands.

“I mean, I get it. He’s gorgeous but do you really have to go this far?”

You bring the white mug full of black coffee to your lips. It’s hot and burns the tip of your tongue, but not anything you’re not use to.

“Yes.” You state plainly. You know exactly to what he is referring to. You don’t usually come here at this time, in fact you are usually a creature of habit and come at the same time on the same days… Tuesday and Thursdays in the evening but its Friday and like 1pm. But you knew Kim Taehyung was going to be here when he snapped a picture of the famous white mug with the shops logo on it and posted on his story. You bring your hand up to your forehead, saluting to the sky, “Thank you Snapchat.” So yes, naturally when you saw he was at this coffee shop you hurried to make sure you were too. Maybe it is fucking desperate. Okay it is. But could you blame a girl? He was one of the hottest guys you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“This is ridiculous,” Jungkook huffs into his own mug, “You could just talk to him…”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“As fucking if!”

Jungkook smirks into his mug, taking a sip of the burning hot coffee. “That incapable, hmm?”

“It’s not that I’m incapable JK,” You blow on the drink nonchalantly, “I am simply just not worthy.”

“You are so stupid, I swear.” He huffs into his mug again.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook breathes out slowly, biting his lip as if contemplating what to say.

It’s like, what can he say? He wishes he could tell you a million things that would ease your mind, that could possibly give you the confidence you need or maybe just slap the reality on you that Taehyung doesn’t deserve you. But then he will get asked ‘why’ and he can’t have that.

“What?” you whine into your cup before setting it down.

“You’re really cool and also pretty?” he says quirking a brow in question. Because apparently that’s all he can come up with.

“That’s a question? Also am I dying? You’re complimenting me?” you tease, giving him an exaggerated look of satisfaction.

“I just mean…” Jungkook runs a hand through his messy dark locks, “You have nothing to worry about, ya know?”

Nothing to worry about he says! What does he know? He can literally get any girl—or guy for that matter—that he wants. You dip your head, frowning at the idea.

Jungkook has been your best friend since your freshmen year and there’s nothing you treasure more than his friendship. You bite your lips and tilt your head trying to recall his first presence in your life…oh! That stupid frat party freshmen year…you met at a frat party during your first semester and totally hit it off. Did he try to get into your pants? Okay, yeah maybe. He offered a room just up the stairs that night, but you refused…seemingly too shy. But Jungkook was nothing but understanding. He pat your back and said he knew a better place, and that was the 24 diner down the street. And the rest is history

“Obviously I don’t know and oh my god don’t look but—” You try saying before Jungkook is completely turning his head around to look. Classic Jungkook.

“Oh hey Tae.” Jungkook says in The Kim Taehyungs direction. Taehyung walks up to your table, you thought the sun only highlighted his beauty but up close he is the sun. You knew it was a magical thing.

“Hey guys! “ Taehyung stands there as bright as a fucking light, waving at you and your best friend. Oh yeah, did we forget to mention Jungkook is also friends with said Kim Taehyung? Okay, so maybe talking to Taehyung shouldn’t be that hard, since you share the same fucking friends. And you guys are technically friends too.

“Sup dude.” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly, picking up his coffee mug once again. His long fingers wrapping around the porcelain, warming him up. You watch as Jungkook takes a sip of his beverage with his doe eyes on you, he nods his head towards Taehyung and winks at you as he gulps down the drink. Of course, he’s teasing you.

“Hey y/n!” Taehyungs smile shines so brightly you want to actually kill yourself. What is up with this dude and being so blinding?

“Hey Taehyung…” you gulp your coffee awkwardly, giving him a small wave of the hand.

“y/n I told you to call me Tae!”

“Right…” you chuckle into the coffee creating bubbles of the liquid like the fucking pathetic lil thang you are.

Yeah, talking to The Kim Taehyung is not your specialty. Never was.

2 years ago

Your head is buried in books on the table of your campuses library with Jungkook fast asleep next to you. Statistics shouldn’t be this hard but it fucking is and you are groaning into your book, on the verge of pulling your hair out when a deep voice that rumbles your insides interrupts you—actually fuck it, you don’t feel like getting into a flashback. Just know that you met Taehyung (officially through Jungkook) and he ended up calling you pretty and you’ve thought about it every day since. Because you are pathetic. What’s new?

And that was it, that’s all it took for you to gain a massive crush on the boy.

“What’s up dude?” Jungkook asks again. He is now scrolling through his phone, probably swiping through Tinder, if you have to guess. And you’re right because he’s turning his phone towards you showing you some random girl, his wide eyes asking for your opinion. You roll your eyes and nod your head ‘yes’. As you can guess, this happens quite often.

“Ummm…” Taehyung runs a frustrated hand through his hair, you slowly tilt your head to soak him in when you notice he looks almost…panicked? “I need help with something actually,” but he isn’t looking at Jungkook as he says this, no. He’s looking at you.

“You see that girl at the counter over there? The one with long hair, not the other one.” He nods his head in the general direction while still remaining discreet.

You tilt your head to steal a glance at the counter and yes you do see the girl he is referring to. She’s got long brown hair that reaches her waist and man, she is gorgeous. Big, bright eyes. Full, pouting lips. Long legs and yeah, the works. Taehyung sure knows how to pick them. Did he need help to get her number of something? Like a wing woman? You mean, does he really need the help?

“Yes, I see her.” Is all you say to him and you expect him to ask you to go over there but instead he says,

“Great. I need you to be my girlfriend.”

You blink lazily at him as you process his words while Jungkook chokes on his drink.

“You want her to be your what?” Jungkook is the first to speak.

“My girlfriend.” He says again before his eyes go wide, “Like, like my fake girlfriend.” Taehyung turns a wonderful shade of red before his hand is reaching to scratch the back of his neck, chuckling to himself. “This girl—Anna…she is a bit obsessed? Ya know? Won’t leave me alone type thing and …and I have tried saying I have a girlfriend but she followed me to this coffee shop when she heard I was here. Like, who does that?”

Now it’s your turn to turn red, because you. You would fucking do that.

“That’s horrible Taehy—” you begin to say before Taehyungs large eyes pierce into your own, “Please y/n.”

“Anna???” Jungkook cuts in setting his phone on the table. “Like Anna Anna?” Jungkook squints his eyes at his friend before scoffing. “...She’s not doing it.” his eyes go between Taehyung and this girl Anna. “Don’t involve her in whatever game you—"

“I’ll do it.” You say, even surprising yourself. “I mean, it’s just pretend and for this moment so why not?” you begin to explain yourself. Plus for a few minutes you can pretend you’re really his girlfriend and your delusional mind will thrive off that.

Tae is quick to straighten his back and smile widely before he is ushering you to scoot over in the booth to let him in. “Scoot scoot” he whispers, grinning from ear to ear.

“Tae, you can’t be serious—” Jungkook is quick to say something, anything. His hands scrambling to grab his phone and hands it to Taehyung from across the table. “Here. Call up some other girl to do this. Don’t involve y/n.” Taehyung gives Jungkook a look of panic before Jungkook speaks up again, “Plus, y/n would be the worst fake girlfriend,” And that’s it. That’s all it takes. Jungkook’s constant negativity pisses you off so much that it drives what you say next.

“No need Taehyung.” You snatch Jungkook’s phone and shove it back in his hands. “Why don’t you call up one of your girls yourself and leave us alone?”

Jungkook looks at you shocked, his brows furrowing so deeply you are almost concerned for his face and the wrinkles that might set in.

“y/n…?” his stupid doe eyes look at you with so much confusion.

“I just mean, I can do this Jungkook. Don’t have to be so concerned.”

At that, Taehyung lights up.

“Great!” and his long arm wraps around your waist and when he was sure Anna is looking he leans in to plant a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thanks for doing this…” he whispers in your ear before placing another kiss.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s shocked ones. He looks like he just saw a ghost, all the color drained from his face as he watches you and Taehyung.

“Uh….” You don’t have any words for Taehyung—or Tae as he likes to be called.

You don’t even have the balls to glance his way, you don’t even have the balls to breathe in his direction.

“Look at me?” Taehyung’s finger is on your chin, guiding it towards his face.

“No…” Jungkook spurts out, “I mean, y/n don’t we have to go?” Jungkook looks at you with a look you’ve never really seen before. Maybe it’s desperation but you don’t really care.

“We don’t actually” you respond nonchalantly.

And with that you turn to face Taehyung more properly. His face is so close to yours it’s almost suffocating.

“What is it…Tae?” you try out his nickname for the first time. His cheeks flush and he scoots back just an inch.

“Thank you for doing this but…” his eyes slide to the side, eyeing Jungkook. “I was thinking we could do this for a couple of weeks, at the least. Ya know, to make it believable.”

Surprising you and Taehyung, Jungkook rises from his seat at the booth,

“y/n let’s go.” He simply states, not even looking at you. Taehyung looks panicked as you look between the boys.

“Tae…” you started to say before Jungkook reaches over the table to grab your wrist, “Come oooooooonnnnn” But you are quick to yank it back.

“Stop Jungkook, you’re being childish.”

Taehyung tightens his hold on you, “Yeah Kookie, sit back down…please.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Taehyung, giving him a look that screams ‘are you serious?!’

“Childish? Okay.” He gives you a look of disappointment before grabbing his phone and his bag and walking away from the table. You watch in disbelief as Jungkook’s figure disappears from your view. What was up with him?

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on with him…”

“Right…” Tae responds quietly, his grip on your waist loosening up. “He’s just really protective over you, huh?” Taehyung bites his lip in contemplation, “y/n. I’m serious, let’s do this. I’ll pay for your coffee for the next month if you do this with me. Please, I am quite literally begging you.” He breathes out through his nose in an attempt to laugh. “She won’t leave me alone otherwise.”

You bite your lip in deep thought, your brows pulled together. Taehyung couldn’t help but find you cute.

“For a month? What happened to a few weeks?” you ask, a playful smirk gracing your features.

Taehyung couldn’t help the grin that made its way on his face.

“1 month.” He breathes out. “Unless you fall in love with me during that time and beg for more time….” He pokes his tongue out, his teasing tone going straight to your lady bits. If only he knew.

“Fine, but we should set some ground rules…don’t you think?”

“Okay. Like what?”

“Oh…I don’t—”

Taehyung raises a brow, “Don’t say something stupid like ‘no kissing’…because we want to make it as realistic as possible, don’t we?” he leans in just a bit more. Without Jungkook around Taehyung seems a bit more confident.

“Oh, you want to kiss me then?”

“It’s just for show. We don’t gotta think too hard about it.” His face inches closer and closer.

“Love…” you say, in a complete daze. Too lost in Taehyungs big brown eyes.

“What about it?” he doesn’t blink, just continues to stare into your eyes.

“We…would if one of us catches feelings? Then we should stop it, right?” You choke out.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as an impossibly cute giggle escapes his lips, “You’re so cute. How many romcoms have you watched to come up with that line?”

“I’m serious.” You push your head back, “This could become hurtful if one of us falls in love…” You say this knowing it’s you. Well, obviously. Just because Taehyung called you pretty 2 years ago doesn’t mean he likes you.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Taehyung gets close again, “I’ll tell you.” And then he leans in, just an inch from your face. His lips hovering over your own and you can see his eyes still on you, like he’s silently asking for permission. You can’t help the nod of your head and you, yourself don’t stop yourself from leaning in.

Taehyungs lips are just as soft as you had always imagined. His lips only peck yours, the kiss is short but sweet. Once he pulls back you see his eyes slide to the counter where that Anna girl stands, and a look of relief washes over his features.

“Thank God, she bought it. She looks pissed,” he laughs loudly, “She saw us and is totally storming out!”

Oh, right. This is all for show.

“Oh, good.”

“Thanks y/n!” Taehyung’s smile is so wide it takes up the entire booth. He goes in for a quick hug, pulling back he smiles again before reaching his hand to pat your head.

“You’re a good girl.” He says and slips out of the booth. Welp, you wish those words didn’t go straight to your vagina.

“Uh, thanks.” You sputter out, not entirely sure what just happened.

“See you later?” he asks then his face lights up, “I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“Well, that is the deal.” You shoot him some pathetic finger guns.

You stare down at your now cold coffee, and look across from you at the now empty booth where Jungkook once sat.

“I’ll text you with more details later!” he shakes his phone in his hand,

“Bye bye…girlfriend.” He finishes off with a wink and skips, yes fucking skips away.

You are left alone at your table, with an empty seat across from you and a cold coffee. And now a fake boyfriend with the guy you have a massive crush on. This couldn’t possibly go all wrong, could it?

~~~

“This is definitely going to go all wrong, you realize that, right? This is a bad idea y/n and you know it.”

Jungkook’s legs are swung over your own as he lays on the couch, his focus on his phone in his hands. He wears his gray puma sweat suit you love so much and smells exactly the same as always—clean laundry and his own musk. You can’t help but eye him over, his dark strands of hair falling into his eyes as he bobbles his head to rid himself of the stray pieces. You aren’t blind, Jungkook is like, crazy hot and sometimes your staring can become a problem.

“Like, ‘we can’t fall in love with each other’” he mocks, “What sort of bullshit? You already in love, aren’t you?” he peeks over his phone to get a look at you waiting for some sort of rejection of his words.

“It’s just a crush, Jungkook.”

“Sure.” His eyes go back to his screen. “You’re pretty dumb for doing this.”

“Did I mention we kissed?”

“Only 100 times now you sicko.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and you can’t help but giggle.

It’s no secret that Jungkook is against this—whatever this is. He always has been…ever since you mentioned it 2 years ago sophomore year.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?!” you ask in disbelief.

You just confessed your little crush on Taehyung to Jungkook, the two of you sitting across from one another in the library when he rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Can you not yell? We’re literally in a library. And I don’t feel like getting kicked out this week…again.” He rolls his pen between his fingers as he speaks.

“Okay one: that’s your own fault for getting caught with your hand down some girls pants. And Two: what do you mean ‘no’?”

“Taehyung is off limits for you.” He says, totally unbothered.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means, he’s my friend for one so gross, and also he’s kind of like…emotionally unavailable.”

You chew on your pen, wondering what that could mean. Like, he doesn’t date? He doesn’t ‘do’ relationships? He’s already in love with someone else?

“I’m not telling you.” Jungkook’s pen slides against his paper as he writes, “His life.”

Oh, you asked that out loud.

“Whatever Jungkook, it’s just a crush.”

It feels nice to have a crush on someone other than…

Ding

Your phone goes off and you hurry to check it. What? It could be Taehyung wanting to go over the details of the ‘plan’. But much to your disappointment it was just Jimin.

Jimin 9:42pm

Where are you guys? Party has BEEN started girl

Y/N 9:42pm

We’re about to leave babe, see you soonish

Jimin 9:43pm

You guys fuckin? *smirk face emoji*

Y/N 9:43pm

Did you just…write smirk face emoji instead of putting the emoji itself

Y/N 9:44pm

Also how many times do I have to tell you JK and I aren’t like that

Jimin 9:45pm

Whatevs, see you soon babe xoxo

You set your phone down in your lap, your fingers going to massage Jungkook’s calves as you sneak a glance at him, he closes his eyes in satisfaction as you continue massaging the muscle.

“We gotta get go—also, that’s now what you’re wearing right?”

“Not going tonight. But have fun.” Jungkook sets his phone on his chest, letting out a long breath while folding his arms behind his head. He looks comfortable like, you almost believe him that he’s really staying in.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N why don’t we just stay in tonight?” He whines, he unfolds his arms and reaches for your hand. “Let’s go buy a 12 pack, get fucked up and just ya know, stay in.” Though this doesn’t sound like a bad idea, it also sounds like every Friday night with the two of you and you want to do something different tonight. But it would take some convincing. You interlock your fingers with his and he melts at your touch, his dopey smile growing.

“It’s a good idea, right?” he says, blinking up at you.

You smile back, tilting your head just the slightest before your smile drops altogether.

“No.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook throws his head back on the sofas armrest, “Why are you like this?”

“You still love me.” You chirp swinging his legs off yours and standing to your feet.

“Now get dressed and I promise that I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend and you can bring whatever poor girl back to the apartment.”

Oh yes, your best friend is also your roommate. You’ve been living together for the last year—it just made the most sense. He was always over at yours or vise versa. So it made the most sense to save money and just room together. It worked out almost perfectly—almost. He paid his half of rent on time, he cleaned the dishes, he did laundry. Wait a minute, what the hell did you offer? That’s beside the point, the best of all he was always there when you needed him. The one downfall…the girls he brought over.

It got so bad that you couldn’t even sleep. You get it, your best friend is obviously…gifted. If the girls whines and moans and screams were any indication. So you had to set some rules for your sanity! For one, the other must always warn the other when bring home a person for the night. And two, its best if the other is already like, not home. Jungkook quickly agreed…something about how he doesn’t want to hear you either.

So, offering to be gone all weekend so he can have as much sex in his bed as he wants is probably going to be convincing enough.

You study Jungkook’s features, his brows pinched together almost comically, and his lips formed into the cutest pout.

“All weekend?” he asks, kicking imaginary rocks with his feet. “Like, no interruptions?”

“No interruptions you absolute whore.”

“Fine, deal.” He looks into your eyes and something flashes across them that you cant pinpoint. “I guess I’ll get dressed…but wait, where will you stay?”

“Probably with Jimin.” You shrug.

“Hm, okay.” Jungkook walks towards his room while lifting his sweatshirt over his head and throwing it behind him, the article of clothing landing on the floor. “And you’re doing laundry.”

“Brat.” You say rolling your eyes but you can’t help but smile.

You don’t take long to get ready yourself, you settle for a casual look tonight…okay, semi-casual, meaning you’re wearing jeans but you are wearing a nice, low cut blouse that shows a generous amount of cleavage. It’s your go to titty shirt. You aren’t really looking to get laid tonight or anything but you do want onlookers to wish you were.

You bounce your knee up and down while sitting on the sofa as you not so patiently wait on your bff, you call out for him but he only yells back that you need to like, chill out. After what feels like forever, the creak of his bedroom door opening can be heard and you quickly stand to your feet to face him.

“Woah.” Is all you manage to say as Jungkook walks out of his room, his cologne filling the air around you. “You look…” you can’t even finish your sentence without Jungkook’s stupid smirk already on his face. His pants are skin tight, the material practically melted on to his thick thighs that are deliciously exposed thanks to rips and holes. His plain white tee is accompanied by a fine leather jacket and his hair is split down the middle, the waves adorning his face. He looks damn good. And you both fucking know it.

“I look?” he teases, walking closer to you. His cologne suffocating your nostrils but you aren’t upset about it.

“You look…fine. You look better than before at least.” You choke out. It’s not that Jungkook is capable of making you nervous but sometimes he has this aura about him…no, you don’t even want to get into it. Those are thoughts you’ve trained yourself to push away.

“Whatever.” His eyes skim over your body shamelessly, “You look fine too.” He winks, walking past you.

“Ready to go?” he calls out over his shoulder. You can’t help but watch his tight ass walk away. Did you really say tight ass? Well it is!

“Yeah, lemme grab my purse and uh, uh we can go. You’re driving.”

~~~

“About fucking time, sluts.”

“Hello to you too, Jiminie.” You crack a smile as your friend goes in for a quick but tight hug.

When Jungkook finally introduced you to all his friends the one you hit it off with the most was good ol’ Jimin. He immediately became one of your closest friends.

“Yo Park.” Jungkook’s eyes are all around the place, not even sparing Jimin a glance. No doubt looking for his girl for the night already. What? It’s a safe assumption.

“Jeon.” Jimin rolls his eyes playfully. “You guys took forever, too busy fucking?”

You hit Jimin’s shoulder with your own, giving him a look that says you’ll scold him later.

“She wishes.” Jungkook finally puts his attention on the two of you, a wide smile growing on his face.

“Shut up.”

“What? It’s true! Oh my god Jimin, you should of seen her face when she saw me walk out in this fit.” Jungkook stands tall, hands grabbing onto the material of his leather jacket,

“She was like “oh my god Jungkook you look so go—” You go to hit his stomach with your fist but thanks to his rock hard abs you only end up hurting yourself. “Fuck! Ow! What’s under your shirt?” you yell over the music.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He says with a wink.

The words ring a bell of familiarity in your head, each syllable echoing softly. A small smile forms on your lips and Jungkook gives you the softest smile in return. Did he just say the same line he used on you 3 years ago when you two met?

3 years ago

The music is booming so loudly you can’t even hear yourself think. This isn’t your first frat party and probably won’t be your last but you just can’t get use to it. You let your dormmate drag you to this stupid party only for her to ditch you in the first 10 minutes. Great.

You weave through the crowd trying to locate the kitchen to get your hands on the strongest drink you can find, lord knows you need it.

The kitchen is just as crowded as the rest of the house unfortunately. So many bodies. Bodies doing shots. Bodies doing shots off other bodies. Bodies playing games. Bodies grinding against other bodies. So many fucking bodies. It is honestly overwhelming. You walk towards the punch bowl, reaching for a red solo cup when another hand bumps into yours.

“Whoops sorry, go ahead.” The hand is attached to this boy—or man? Should you say man? He sure looks like one. He eyes you up and down before smiling down at you.

“Freshmen?” he asks.

You slump your shoulders, “Do I really look that outta place?” you pout.

“It’s not that…I just have a way of knowing.” He laughs. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

Namjoon, huh? He is cute that was for sure. “Y/N.” you say placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pretty!” he smiles, then his eyes look behind you. “Ay! Jungkook! What did I say?! No more Keg stands!!!!” Then Namjoon’s eyes are back on you, “Sorry Y/N gotta go, gotta take care of this brat.” Then walks past you to this mysterious Jungkook person.

Your eyes follow Namjoon as he rushes to whoever this Jungkook guy is. Namjoon pulls him to the side obviously scolding him for apparently doing too many keg stands. Jungkook looks like a small child who is about to get grounded, and you can’t help but giggle. Unfortunately, this caught Jungkook’s attention. He looks straight at you, his eyes narrowing. Wait a minute. You recognize him! He definitely looks like the same guy from your Lit class on Tuesday and Thursdays. Yup, you get one long good look at him and he is definitely the same heartthrob of a dude from your class. All the girls go crazy for this guy, you mean, you guess you get it. He is really hot. He’s got on a black t shirt and some ripped jeans, and tousled hair.

Jungkook looks at you again with furrowed brows then smirks. Fuck, you were staring. And got caught. You see Jungkook pat Namjoon on the shoulder a few times then walk past him, much to Namjoon’s annoyance.

And he’s walking towards….you. FUCK. In a total panic, you twirl around to face the wall, yes the fucking wall when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“’Scuse me?” a voice says from behind you. You’re not going to play dumb, you know who the voice probably belongs to. You stay facing the wall, like a fucking weirdo.

“Wanna turn around?” his voice is light and teasing and you can’t help the long release of breath before turning to face him. Wow. Up close he’s even more handsome….

“Hi?” you sputter out, completely unaware of how lame and shy you sound.

“Hey, like what you see?” he nods his head in the direction he just came from, clearly amused.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Apparently playing dumb is how you decide to go about this. You stare at him with a blank expression, swaying from side to side. Lucky for you it’s in beat with the music so you look kind of cool. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“I mean, you kept staring at me so.”

“No, its…it’s not like that”

“Then, what’s it like?”

“I just…I thought I recognized you so…” you wipe your sweaty hands on your black denim skirt. “That’s all.” You finish, still looking at him like you haven’t done anything weird tonight.

“Anderson’s Lit class right?” he asks with a pointed look. “I recognized you too.” His smirk does things to your lower half but you shouldn’t be admitting that right now.

“Oh?” is all you manage to say.

Jungkook studies you for a few moments, his gaze so dark and intimidating and you feel so flushed with his eyes on you. Then he groans with fingers rushing through his messy hair,

“Do you understand this week’s assignment?”

He…he wants to talk about school?

“Yes, I do. Because this assignment is wack as fuck.”

OH. You must of asked that out loud.

“Yes, you did.”

Oh, that too.

“Umm, yeah. What aren’t you understanding?” you finally say something relevant.

“It’s just more like, I think it’s a stupid assignment.” He chuckles, “Oh, you got something—” he reaches his hand forward to your hair, his fingers brushing through your long strands, pulling back with a piece of string. “Got it.” He says with a sly smile.

HOW CHEESY!!!! But like, it still made the heartbeat in your vagina go boom boom.

“Ya know…” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours as he talks. You actually don’t even know what he is talking about but his lips move so quickly you try to follow them. Your eyes on his lips the whole time, you don’t even realize it.

“…and that’s why I think it’s stupid.” He finally finishes with an obnoxious laugh. “Hey—hey are you even listening?” he says, his lips in a pout. You would know because they are all you’ve been staring at.

“Huh?” you blink lazily up at him, “Oh. Yeah. I totally agree.”

Jungkook stares at you seriously for a second before breaking out into a cackle, yes a cackle like he’s some hysterical witch. Which sounds really unattractive but honestly you’re digging it.

“It’s okay, you weren’t listening. I guess I’m not that interesting, huh?”

“No no! You are!” You’re quick to say, your hands waving frantically in front of you.

“Oh? So you do find me interesting?” he smirks, folding his arms across his chest.

You scoff at his words, appreciating his moves on you with a sly smile.

“Are you always this smooth?” you ask, a light teasing tone laced in your voice.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He teases back.

Feeling so at home lost in your memories with Jungkook, you finally break free from the flashback. For some reason that’s a flashback you don’t mind reliving.

“Smooth.” You grin at Jungkook, you can’t help the blush that paints itself on your cheeks.

“For you? Always.” He grins back. You two just stare at one another, basking in the memories of your friendship.

“Okay, enough.” Jimin cuts in, his hands on both yours and Jungkook’s shoulders, “Either actually get a room and finally fuck or get on with your nights.”

You and Jungkook exchange awkward glances before turning towards the living room to join the party. Jimin is left at the houses entrance by the front door, totally dumbfounded. “these two idiots…” he scoffs under his breath, his eyes rolling so far back into his head.

Hours pass and you know what? The party isn’t as lame as you thought it might be. You are lost in the music on the living rooms dance floor with a red solo cup in one hand and your phone in the other.

“y/n!” you hear the call of one of your closest girlfriends.

“Trina!!!” you stumble towards her with a lopsided grin, you reach for her bringing her in for a long hug.

“Woah, someone’s drunk.” She laughs her loud laugh that you love so much. “And damn, the titty shirt is out tonight? Nice.”

“Not drunk” you giggle, and then continue to giggle again for no apparent reason.

“Right…” Trina slaps your back enthusiastically, “Where’s…” she then lowers her voice with a smirk, “lover boy?”

“who? Jungkook?” you ask with the tilt of your head.

Trina’s head pushes back with a confused expression, “What? No! I’m talking about…” she lowers her voice again, “Taehyung!”

OH. Right. You had texted Trina as soon as the whole ordeal with Taehyung unraveled. She knows of your long time crush and totally supports the idea of fake dating because as she puts it:

“Girl! This is your chance! Show him what a great girlfriend you would be, he would totally fall in love with you for real for real.”

And you have to say, you like where her head is at. Complete opposite of what Jungkook is always saying.

“Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t see him around.” You sway side to side, your lit up phone catching your attention.

Jungkook 1:22am

Don’t come home tonight ;)

You can’t help but roll your eyes. How is he so quick?

Y/N 1:23am

Alreadyasydy tslked 2 Jiminie, staying w hum toniteeee.

Jungkook 1:24am

y/n…you’re not too drunk right?

Jungkook 1:27am

y/n????

You are back to shaking your ass with Trina by your side, the bass of the music thumping so loudly you can feel it vibrate your whole body. Body after body pushes into you, causing you to stumble every few seconds. But your grip on your refilled solo cup doesn’t loosen, not as you chug back your drink.

“Gonna grab another!” you slur, nodding your head towards the kitchen. Trina only gives you a thumbs up as she continues to dance with some random girl.

The walk to the kitchen feels like it’s taking forever, the way the walls swirl around you makes you feel sick. You stagger through the kitchens walk way when you feel two arms wrap around your middle.

“My girlfriend!” You hear the slur of words in your right ear, loud and clear.

You turn in the man’s hold with squinted eyes,

“Oh hi Tae.” You giggle, encasing him in a hug. Drunk y/n is way more confident. For some reason seeing him like this you don’t feel as nervous or awkward. Then you feel it. The weird, uncomfortable pang in your chest. Why is that? You look up at Taehyung when the sensation of guilt begins to surface. You remind yourself of the mission you’re on, completely ignoring the inner truth that tries to bubble over and smile at him.

Taehyung looks down at you with a goofy grin, his fingers digging into your waist to keep you steady.

“Oh, you’re drunk drunk.” He teases.

“Am not!” you shake away your confusing thoughts and giggle some more. “wanna take a shot with me?” you excitedly ask him, nodding in the direction of the liquor bottles.

“Hell yeah girl!” he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the counter.

“Y/N are you okay????” Taehyung voice is laced in concern as he holds you. Yes, the Kim Taehyung is holding you. “Shit, I shouldn’t have let you drink this much….” But like in a totally pathetic way.

“You…” you lean back, hitting his chest with your pointer finger, “Don’t tell me how much I can or can’t drink!” your voice buzzes as you fall forward but Taehyung catches you again.

“Right right…” he chuckles but then he looks concerned again. “We need to get you home…let’s call Jungkook.”

“No! we caaaannnnoottt do that…” your words are all jumbled together, Taehyung has a hard time understanding you.

“Where’s your phone?”

“Back pocket.” You wink. Like a fucking sleaze.

Taehyung looks conflicted, but in the end he reaches around for your phone and turns it on.

“Holy shit y/n… you have 8 missed calls from Jungkook. And whole lotta texts.”

Jungkook 1:30am

Are you okay??

Jungkook 1:40am

y/n…Youre a big girl so ill just assume youre okay.

Jungkook 3:02am

Just talked to jimin and you aren’t with him?? where are u??

Jungkook 3:18am

Answer your fukin phone

Jungkook 3:23am

Are you still at the party?

Jungkook 3:41am

You aren’t with Trina either? y/n where are you?

Jungkook 4:00am

Don’t make me go back there….pls just answer your phone so I know if youre like, idk fucking alive

Jungkook 4:10am

Fine im going to look for you

“Fuck.” Taehyung hisses under his breath. “I gotta call him…I’m gonna call him okay?”

Your eyes go comically wide at Taehyungs words.

“No!”

“too late” he says, the phone to his hear.

“Hey man, no its me…Taehyung, yeah…yeah….she….” Taehyung eyes you carefully as he speaks on the phone, “She’s fine. She just has had maybe too much to dri—” Taehyung drags a hand down his tired face, “No for fucks sake I didn’t do anything to her. Really dude?”

You lean into Taehyungs space, trying to put your ear to the phone as well and Taehyung can’t help but laugh.

“I read all your texts to be honest…if you have a girl over…what? No, I’m saying y/n can just stay with me…”

Stay with Taehyung? That should make your heart race but—

You think all the alcohol is catching up to you at once and the world becomes even more blurred and a spinning mess. You would give anything to be cuddled up in your blankets with Jungkook taking care of you—wait, no. You don’t need Jungkook to take care of you. You have a perfectly good Taehyung who just offered his place to you.

“I swear man, I’ll take care of h—” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “she might be too drunk to talk….okay, I’ll ask her.” Taehyung lowers the phone and faces you.

“y/n.”

“Hm?” you blink lazily, swaying into Taehyungs chest. Oh no. You feel it, you feel the nausea building up in your tummy, making its way up your chest. On a scale of 1 to 10 how dead would you die if you threw up on Taehyung?

“Do you want Jungkook to come pick you up?”

Jungkook? Like, your Jungkook? Unfortunately for you, your eyes gloss over and probably also unfortunate for Taehyung as well as he looks at you with an alarmed expression . You feel sick. You want to go home. You want to sit on your bathroom floor and throw up in the toilet with Jungkook sitting next to you while he hums a soft tune to soothe you.

“Y-Yes.” You murmur shyly, you begin to sniffle and Taehyung begins to panic.

“Okay man yeah come pick her up.”

“want Jungkook…” you say as a few tears spill over. You are trying your hardest to keep the puke down but its threatening to exit your poor drunk body.

“I think she’s gonna be sick so please hurry…” Taehyung rushes to say over the phone before hanging up.

The next few minutes are a blur, you know Taehyung rushes you to the bathroom. He is overly sweet the whole time you see nothing but blurred, spinning images. He holds your hair back as your body threatens to release tonight’s dinner and says comforting words but nothing makes you feel better. The puke won’t make its guest appearance and your whole world is spinning at a inhumane pace. You’re about to give up on life and fall to the bathroom floor of this gross frat house and try to sleep when you hear him.

“Lemme in dude.” It’s Jungkook. You stir from your sleepy state and turn your head towards the door. He barges in, his eyes landing on you and they soften. He immediately falls to the floor to caress the back of your head and you immediately begin to sob. The tears are out of your control as they slide down your cheeks.

“Don’t...don’t...feel good.” You say between wails, gripping desperately onto his shirt.

“I know baby, I know.” He pulls you into his chest, his hand soothingly running up and down your back. “Has she thrown up yet?” Jungkook looks up at Taehyung with expectant eyes. Taehyung is so caught off guard while watching the two of you.

“uh, no.”

“Okay, can you leave us alone for a while?” Jungkook says somewhat harshly then his features soften as he whispers “She will probably be embarrassed later if you saw…”

“Right.” Taehyung says, his worried expression not going unnoticed by Jungkook. Then Taehyung is on his way out, but he turns one last time to get a look at you.

“feel better y/n” then he is out the door, shutting it behind him.

“Okay y/n…remember what you gotta do?”

“finger?” you slur.

“Yup. Put your finger…yes like that,” he says as you begin to push your finger down your throat to get yourself to throw up.

“I promise you’ll feel better.”

You begin gagging on your finger as you finally throw up in the toilet, Jungkook rubbing your back the entire time giving you words of encouragement.

“Good girl, good girl.” He whispers.

Your face is a fucking mess. Your makeup smeared beyond belief. The black streaks from your tears marking your cheeks in the most horrific way. Jungkook watches you as you cry into his lap on the floor, his heart breaking at the sight. He hated when you drank too much and got like this. He should of never left you alone tonight.

“Jungkook?” you choke out, your tears still spilling from your dark eyes.

“Hm?” he responds, his fingers brushing back your hair.

“Did I ruin your night? Or did you still get some?” you chuckle pathetically.

“Don’t worry about that.” He brushes more hair out of your face, he lifts your head up and places it on a towel. He stands to his feet at the sink, reaching for a towelette and running it under warm water.

“Gonna clean your face okay?” he warns softly.

“kay…” you close your eyes when you feel the wet warmth of the towelette on your cheek. Jungkook is careful to clean you delicately, wiping away the makeup and leaving you spotless.

He’s back under you, your head in his lap and his hands back in your hair.

“you told me you were going to be with Jimin tonight yet you were with Taehyung…”

“It just happened like that” you whisper, sleep beginning to take over.

“I was…really worried about you when I didn’t hear from you, stupid.”

You smile at his words, his touch making you melt.

“Ya know, you’re not the only one allowed to get some Jungkook. I can be like you and have sex too if I want.”

“What are you talking about?” his hand stops in your hair.

“Would if I was getting some? That’s why I didn’t answer?”

“Were you?” his voice is low.

“Well, no—”

“Okay good.”

“Why is that good? Hm?” you open your eyes just a little bit, taking in the hazy world. “Wish it was you I was getting it on with?” you say quietly.

“You’re drunk.”

“I wanna go home.”

“take a nap first, okay?” his fingers begin playing in your hair again, “I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes.”

Your eyes are already closed when he says this, sleep already welcoming you in its warm embrace. “Kay” you murmur.

Jungkook plays with your hair as you snooze in his lap, he watches the rise and fall of your chest and wonders what it would be like to lay his head on it and sleep too.

Bbrrrr bbbrrrrr bbrrrr brrrrrr

A phone call. The most horrifying buzzing occurs next to your face as you sleep peacefully in your bed. Wait, how did you get home last night? You remember drinking and dancing the night away, you remember hanging out with Taehyung…oh no, you remember Jungkook coming to the rescue. Oh no...

You try to open your eyes, but the light from the sun is too damn blinding. You squint at what is in view. Right in front of you, you see black locks of hair poking out of the blanket, a dark blue blanket. You recognize this blanket. Jungkook’s blanket. You are in Jungkook’s bed. With Jungkook. This isn’t so surprising, you imagine you had refused to sleep in your own bed last night—

Bbbrrrr bbbrrrr brrrr brrrrr

Right. Your phone.

You fumble the phone trying to pick it up and answer it when Jungkook groans next to you,

“Hurry up and answer it” he says, sliding deeper under the covers.

“Hello?” you croak out, your voice hoarse and honestly? Disgusting.

“Hey y/n!” This voice is way too damn chipper for whatever ungodly hour it is.

“Tae?”

“Good afternoon sleepy head! Did I wake you?” Afternoon? What time is it? You pull the phone away from your face to check the time.

2:06pm

Holy shit, you’ve slept the day away.

“No no,” you lie, “Just in bed…” you say sitting up from where you lay.

“Great! Do you think maybe I could…come over? We can discuss the whole fake dating thing.” He chuckles into the phone. COME OVER? Immediately you begin smoothing down your hair with your free hand and start to peel back the covers to get out of bed.

“Umm, when?” you glance over at sleeping Jungkook, his face mostly hidden behind the blanket.

“Maybe around 6? I could cook you dinner? I know you had a rough night…”

Fucking great. You don’t want to think of last night, you will die of fucking embarrassment.

“yeah…listen, you don’t have to do all that—”

“I want to!” Taehyung is quick to cut you off, “As your boyfriend—fake boyfriend it is my duty to take care of you!” you feel like you can see the boxy smile on his face. It makes you motherfucking swoon.

“Okay then, 6.” You smile into the phone. “Bye tae.”

You bring the phone down into your lap, clicking the end button. Dinner with Taehyung? Like a date? You can’t help but feel internally giddy at the thought. You squeal for a second before Jungkook speaks up.

“What’s at 6?” he peeks from under the covers, his voice husky and groggy.

“Oh… nothing” you sing, a bright smile on your face.

“Something with Tae?” he begins to sit himself up as well.

“We’re just going to have dinner and talk about the whole fake dating thing.” You beam.

“You’re still doing that shit?”

Automatically you go from super excited to annoyed. Only Jungkook can do that to you.

“It’s harmless, Jungkook. Plus…”

“plus what?” he raises a single brow.

“Trina says this is a good opportunity…”

“y/n I have told you not to get too involved with this guy, but you don’t listen to me.” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest, then bows his head down in defeat.

“But whatever, learn your fucking lessons by yourself.”

You can’t help but feel like Jungkook is once again looking down at you, like you aren’t good enough for Taehyung. Your breaths become unsteady as you just stare at your best friend like he isn’t constantly hurting your feelings on the matter.

“I—I will be fine. I want him, Jungkook. And this is—this is a good opportunity to show him I can be a good enough girlfriend ya know—”

“Just stop.” Jungkook cuts you off in a harsh tone. “I never said you weren’t good enough? You’re just not what he wants.” Jungkook can see how his words break you further. “Fuck. Forget I said that, y/n…”

“Why can’t he want me?”

Jungkook hates just how quietly you ask that…he hates how defeated you sound, how defeated you look…your head hanging low with no attempt to even look at him.

“He’s just…”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t answer that” You stand from the bed and begin walking towards his door. You look down to see you’re wearing nothing but Jungkook’s t shirt and some panties, you groan at your own shamelessness when you hear the rushed ruffling of the comforter behind you and the plop of feet landing on the ground. Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Just move on y/n…”

I’m fucking trying to, is what you want to say but instead you opt for a harsh ‘leave me alone’ as you exit his room.

You spend the next couple of hours pampering yourself, you had a rough night and you totally deserve a piece of cake, this bubble bath and face mask. You want to feel relaxed but you can’t get the image of Jungkook out of your head. You hate it when the two of you fight. You mean, to others this would hardly come off as a ‘fight’ but you and Jungkook never really have negative energy. So, yes. It’s a fight. He’s the last person in the world you want to fight with. Yet here you are.

But then the image of Taehyung cooking you dinner enters your mind and somehow you feel a little more at ease. Was this a date? You giggle to yourself, blowing bubbles that reaches your lips as you sink deeper into the tub. You have an hour before Taehyung was to arrive at your apartment…your shared apartment. God, you hope Jungkook takes a hint and goes and hangs out with Jimin or something.

You finally rise from the tub and dry off your now freshly cleansed body. The scent of lavender fills the air and you feel satisfied with how your bath turned out.

You read the clock…5:30pm and you know it’s time to get dressed.

You settle for some high waisted shorts and a white tank top with a purple bralette where the straps are generously shown. Looking into the mirror, you decide to do light makeup and tinted lip balm. You don’t want to try too hard for the boy you’re trying to woo.

And bam. 6pm right on the dot you hear the door being lightly knocked. You begin walking towards the front door but stop to see if Jungkook is in his room or not. He’s not. Relief washes over you as you continue to walk towards the front door. But where did he go? You’re relieved he isn’t home but feel anxious that you don’t know where he could have gone. Maybe to Jimin’s? Maybe to some random girls? Somehow this makes you feel more anxious. You shake away those thoughts and swing the front door open.

“Hey there.” Taehyungs boxy grin is enough to get you pregnant. Like, god damn. He looks amazing. He’s got dress pants and some floral shirt and his hair looks slightly wet. That’s not the only thing slightly wet. You internally cringe at your thought.

“Hey Tae, come on in.” you open the door wider to let the boy through. He walks past you and makes himself comfortable in the kitchen, setting down a bag of what you assume is probably groceries.

“You like spaghetti?” he asks excitedly, almost like a child.

“Who doesn’t?” you smirk walking his way and sitting down at the breakfast table. “Need any help?” you offer.

“Not at all.” Taehyung begins unpacking his things and gets to work in the kitchen. You watch in awe, your head nuzzled in your hands as he does his thing.

“Dinner was amazing Tae.” You go to compliment the chef. It really was. The noodles were long and soft and the sauce was very flavorful. Did you really just compliment the length and softness of fucking noodles? Wow, you are whipped. You almost wish Taehyung was your roommate and not useless in the kitchen Jungkook. Oh. Jungkook. The thought of him enters your mind and it has you hurting. You may be having a blast with your crush but you and your best friend are still in the middle of a fight. About said crush. But this really is your chance. You can get Taehyung to like you, maybe even fall for you. And you need this. You need this. So you can’t give up, no matter what Jungkook says.

“Not as amazing as you” Taehyung winks but then his face drops, “Sorry that was cheesy, wasn’t it?” he drags a hand down his handsome face. “I suck at flirting.”

You look up at him, completely intrigued.

“You’re trying to flirt with me?” you can’t help but to smile slyly.

“Of course I am!” Taehyung laughs loudly then reaches for his backpack in the chair next to his and pulls out a notebook.

“So I wrote some ideas for this whole fake dating thing.” He becomes just a tad more serious as a nervous grin lights up his face.

“Oh really? Should I have a look?” you say reaching for the notebook with grabby hands, “Gimme!”

Taehyung chuckles while pulling the notebook to his chest, “No! Miss Greedy.” He teases. “How about I just read them and we can discuss?”

“fine.” You pout, “Whatever you say.”

“Whatever I say? I like the sound of that.” He smirks then his eyes fall to the paper in front of him. “First, we should go on dates…like all the time. The more time we spend together the more believable it’ll be. Ya know?”

“Okay, makes sense. Makes sense.”

“Second, we should attend all parties together and leave together too.” Then his eyes go wide, “I just mean—like don’t worry, I’ll make sure I get you home.”

You can’t help but giggle, nodding your head to his words.

“Third, we should post each other on social media! For example, I can take a picture of tonight’s date and post it on the gram.”

“Tonight was a date?” you ask, a delighted smile making its way on your face.

“Well, yeah…” he answers shyly.

“anything else?” you question, leaning your head in your hands as you look into his big brown eyes.

“Well….. there is one more thing I wrote down….” He answers awkwardly. His eyes sliding to the side to avert your gaze.

“oh? What is it?” you try to take a peek at the paper, curiosity getting the best of you—as usual.

“I’ll just let you read it…” he then pushes the notebook on the table in your direction, you excitedly pick it up and skim the paper. You look at all the things he wrote down, smiling because he even added his own tips.

Buy her flowers.

Movie dates?

Netflix and chill

Cook her dinner

How cute. He even added little doodles. Your eyes continue to skim the page as your smile grows at how much thought he has put into this. Your heart is beating out of your chest…you know this is all fake and for show but you cannot help how happy its making you feel. You continue to smile and hum as your eyes skim lower and lower until you see the last thing on his list.

No Jungkook.

Huh? Your smile begins to falter. No Jungkook? What does that even mean? You look up to meet Taehyungs eyes. He’s already anxiously staring at you.

“I don’t understand?” you breathe out, “What does that mean?”

“No Jungkook.” He half whispers.

“You—you realize he is my best friend? Why no Jungkook?” you pinch your brows together in confusion.

“It’s just…” Taehyung begins to explain himself, “You two are awfully close. And people already get the wrong idea about you two. Like, all the fucking time. Even I think sometimes…that’s not important. It just means for one month, you’re mine. And I don’t want people to get the wrong idea if you’re always with Jungkook.” He pulls at the hair at his neck. “Is this making sense?” Taehyung looks flustered trying to get out all of his words.

“It would make me look pathetic don’t you think? That my supposed girlfriend is always with some other guy? I mean, y/n it’s just for one month…”

One month without Jungkook? Would you really choose a boy over your best friend? Even if only for a month?

“Tae… I don’t know.” You look down at your hands as your breathing begins to pick up.

“I can’t just abandon my best friend for an entire month…”

“I mean, you guys live together so it’s not like you won’t be seeing him. Just in public…ya know?”

Taehyung has a point, you try to reason. If you have a boyfriend it’s only natural to spend most of your time with them. But it still felt wrong. But… a part of you feels like this is a good idea, actually. You’ve always been meaning to put at least some distance between you and Jungkook, ya know, for your own sake. But this feels wrong. You’re about to decline his request when you hear the front door open and Jungkook’s shuffles in. He has his airpods in and doesn’t even spare you a glance. He walks straight to his bedroom and slams the door shut.

You feel embarrassed in front of your guest that your roommate and also yeah, your best fucking friend didn’t even acknowledge you.

“Uh, he’s in a mood” you try covering for Jungkook. Then you feel the buzz of your phone and you go to check it

Jungkook 8:02pm

Watching you fawn over him is just pathetic, but like, good luck.

All you see is red. Jungkook once again shitting on your love life and raining on your god damn parade. You know what? This is your chance with Taehyung and you aren’t going to let your bratty best friend ruin that for you.

“You know what, Tae?” you say setting your phone on the table.

“Yeah?”

“You’re right. I agree with your list.”

“Wait—you do? Even the Jung—”

“Yup.”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side as a wide grin makes its way across his face, “should we shake on it?” he asks with his hand pushed out in front of you.

You take his hand in yours, squeezing tightly before you pull him in and seal the deal with a quick kiss. Taehyung’s shocked expression makes you giggle, “Thought that would make it more official”

“I like having you as a girlfriend already.”

One month without Jungkook? Bring it on.

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evolution of a lover’s heart | 02

the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins.

pairing: fuckboy!jk x f reader

genre: fluff, angst, college au, fuckboy au, bet au

word count: 23.5k…oops

warnings: none except for dumb as fuck boys, slightly drunk scenes, a little fondling, and implied smut. oh also violence in the form of guys brawlin and stone throwing.

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© evolution of a lover’s heart is copyright jeonstudios 2021. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: before you read, please look at this. it is very, very important to get in the right mood.

Part one: the lover (continued).

“There’s a what now?”

“I don’t know? He knocked on the door and asked for you, but when I told him you were meeting a friend, he just stomped inside? And started stripping? Are you there? Hello?”

Your bewildered brain scrambles to come up with a coherent sentence.

“Yeah, I—what?”

“Yeah, I know. And I guess he went to bed? But look, the girls are gonna be here soon, so you should probably get back here.”

“Yeah, of course,” you rush, “I’ll be there shortly.”

The second you end the call, you’re shoving the last fourth of your cupcake into your mouth and searching Yeji’s eyes. The crumbs that end up going everywhere have you wiping your hands on your jacket in a hurry.

“Emergency?”

“Yeah, I’m so sorry, Yeji, but one of my friends isn’t feeling well. I’ll make it up to you,” you plead with your eyes, hoping that she’ll understand.

“Don’t worry about it; we got some good quality time, and I managed to snag these.” Her foot taps one of the bags under the table, at which you’ve been sitting for the last thirty minutes.

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