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When watching Seven MV all I can think about is AOR JK amskskdkdkk

Listen..... idk how to move on from this song

you know you are the first person on this platform i've ever interacted with

i like to read when the feelings are involved

i never was in such things like fan fiction but i'm really reading your story for the plot even though you said it's not that deep

i still don't know what i'm doing here lol

I still don't know what I'm doing here lool

Idk how far you are on your fanfic journey, but, I hope you're having a good time. Fanfics have a rep for being just horny keyboard-smashing (and like, sometimes that's all we want for 15 minutes haha) but, I'd say 99% of the time (maybe someone else out there can back me up on this) fanfic readers are just readers looking for a good story and plot. And I think most fanfic writers are just looking to write good stories, have fun and express something they got swirling around in their head. And in fanfiction, there's so fewer restrictions on what can be written compared to traditional publishing (which I find fun, cuz some of you are freaks haha like thank you for the jarring introduction to tentacles.)

idk I could go on... there's a big rich history behind fanfiction and lots of critical thought on how it's influenced culture.

In the end, I hope you enjoy your fanfiction journey and don't feel shy about exploring it. I haven't run into anyone unfriendly yet, it's overall pretty positive around here.

i'll be that one with no

Welcome

i’m so glad that oc is handling this all rationally instead driving in head first. it’s good for her to sort out her mindset and feelings before entering a relationship with jungkook, i’m so proud fr. i hope jungkook understands that this is what she needs,

You know what, you readers are all handling this too rationally loool

I thought I might get a couple "noooo!"'s but here you all are like "yeah, yeah, this is a good thing for her to do"

I'm here crying about it and you're all being too mature 😂

Milady!!!!!!

Hahahahahha!

Anyway as you can probably guess from the many exclamations and some such, I've just finished reading the new chapter(11) and loved it! I guess the reality had to set in sometime. I'm glad oc realises that jumping into something so big so fast may or may not be counterintuitive. There's that angst that has already started knawing at me. Jungkook is perfect, but I guess that's the difference between them isn't it? He's more of a free spirit risk taker, and she's a more planned, methodical, always has a back up kinda girl. Which coincidentally is me too. Lol. So I guess I relate to her inner turmoil.

Hope you release the next chapter soon too!

Lots of love!

Look, I ain't selling my house, quitin' my job, movin' across country for no dude unless he stupid wealthy and signs something legal that entitles me to a significant part of his wealth in case things fall apart... I am not starting over a new pension cuz of a failed relationship, so the fact that MC is even considering it is pure fiction to me LOL

Hi! A birthday party turned into a wedding. Big surprises happen in small towns huh? 😆 I actually thought that was a nice addition, even if it might have been hard on oc to handle, she was mature and didn't ruin anyone's night and we love that! Also, the ending sunk my heart a little, BUT I REALLY WANT HER TO CHOOSE TO MOVE THERE 😭 because quite obviously her chemistry with Jungkook is pure fire, but she clicks so well with the ladies! That Mira is quite a character and I can easily see her becoming a favorite and trusted friend to oc, even if making a new friend is far from hwr mind right now. I really think she could be happy in that toen.

I think my favorite moment in this whole chapter was the confession. More than the quiet, intimate setting in the middle of a literal party, the thing I loved the most was that Jungkook and oc both were just open and honest with each other. I liked the playfulness in between, but the courage and openness is really what captured my heart and had me melting, it's that neither of them tried to hold back their blooming feelings, but they also didn't mask the fact that there are things that need dealing with. Emotions are a tricky thing, in that you can feel so many of them but if you don't deal with them one at a time it tends to muddle things.

All in all an amazing read and I look forward to seeing what happens when we step back into reality, this has honestly been a dream to read in the most pleasant way 💜 I truly hope you are beyond proud of yourself for this.

Hope you are well and happy writing! ✨️

Imo open and honest conversation is the best type of romantic fantasy 😅 In fiction it can move a story, or create intimacy, or develop a character. idk, I know miscommunication is a key in a lot of "break-up" scenarios (in real and fictional stories, sadly), so I don't dislike the trope per se, but I don't love writing conflict that centers' around miscommunication that isn't reasonable. I find it really frustrating sometimes to read two people that are supposed to be sooo in love but they struggle to say really anything to each other.

Anyways, lol, that's my long-winded mini rant that may or may not have been relevant to your post lol

Thank-you for the lovely comments! They fuel me!!

The Art of Revenge (Chapter 11)

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Chapter 11

The birthday party was held at a restaurant that overlooked a wide, open lawn which backed onto the reservoir of the town’s waterfall dam. It had a huge patio covered by pergola-esque beams, which were strung enchantingly with Edison bulb lights and creeping vines of lush ivy. You thought the party would be relatively small, but as it turned out, the whole place had been booked out just to celebrate Hyejin, and the restaurant and patio were packed full of friends and family. Turns out, Jungkook wasn’t going to get his wish of paying for dinner, since everything was already paid for. The food was catered by the restaurant, mostly focused around the barbeques grilling burgers of all types, a long table full of buffet style sides and fixings, and several scattered counters covered in trays of appetizers. There was an area set up outside on the patio where three women and two men - who Jungkook told you were all family - played live music for the night.

It was a lot for just a birthday party - you were lucky some years to even get a cake. You assumed Hyejin was hitting some sort of milestone birth year, and so Abe decided to go all out.

You were a touch tipsy already from the bottle of wine you demolished in the bathtub, but kept a safe high throughout the first part of the evening as the copious amounts of food, socializing, and dancing, kept your body nourished and moving.

It was the perfect atmosphere to be in. You and Jungkook weren’t the center of anyone’s attention - which was something you worried about, expecting a small group of friends would lead to inquiries about “who the hell the new girl was and why was she with Jungkook out of the blue?” You weren’t completely safe, however, when someone Jungkook introduced as his friend Mira, became curious enough to bluntly ask.

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Mira said as she glanced at Jungkook at the bar, who was grabbing another round of beer. “I’ve literally never heard of you before, no offense. How do you even know each other?”

Mira, you suspected, might’ve been christened in the Church of Town Gossips. She had already given you the dirty details on several people at the party - which essentially was harmless since you had no idea who the hell they were, nonetheless, who they were related to. But Mira was clever. She buttered you up with the friendly, girlfriend banter you had been missing, made you feel safe in her presence, then when the last beer kicked in, she dug for your secrets which you were all too ready to tell. The girl was good.

“Ughh!” you let out a sigh that could be heard over the loud noises of the bar. “We knew each other from a long time ago. But until about…” you looked up to the ceiling as you tried to count how long it had been since the kitchen, “five days ago?... I was engaged to this other guy. He was having an affair with my best friend. So, I ran away and came here,” you confessed, sober enough to know which details of that decision you needed to hide.

“No!” Mira’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she gawked at you. “You’re kidding?”

“I wish I was.”

“I’m so sorry, that’s awful. What did you do when you found out?”

“I just left. I did get my lawyer to send an eviction notice, and everything I could get refunds for from the wedding, I kept myself, so… the bastard’s broke and homeless.”

“Good girl,” Mira stuck up her hand and demanded a high-five. “Where were you when my ex was fucking around on me?”

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry,” it was your turn to be empathetic.

“Yeah, we were married for one month,” she punctuated by pointing up her index finger, “then I found out. He missed his sidepiece while we were away on our honeymoon, apparently.”

“What is up with these guys?” you began to fume. “Like, I never held a gun to this man’s head and forced him to propose to me.”

“Seriously,” she shook her head. “We had been together forever, and I wanted to move forward or move on. I told him, we either take the next step, or we break-up. He proposed. He should have chosen the break-up. But nooo… he didn’t wanna be the bad guy who didn't wanna get married, so he became the real bad guy who cheated constantly.”

“People suck,” you narrowed your eyes as you took another drag of your beer.

“They do,” Mira agreed. “Men suck.”

“Hear-hear,” you stuck up your bottle and the two of you clinked the necks together, then sucked back another gulp.

“What are we celebrating?” Jungkook stepped up to the bar table you two had been slouched over, but instead of being greeted with two set of eyes happy to see him, he saw two predators ready to tear him apart for simply existing as a man, nonetheless, interrupting their girl time.

“We’re bonding over how much men suck, Jungkook,” Mira pointed a finger at him, and the way she slurred her words made you realize she too was a little drunk. “And you’re interrupting.”

Jungkook suppressed a grin, put his hands up in surrender and took a step back. “My bad, Mira.”

“You can have her back in a while,” Mira continued. “I like her.”

“I like her too,” he handed you a fresh bottle, along with a peck on the cheek. “Don’t send her back too angry, Mira, we got plans later,” he winked, you blushed, and she rolled her eyes.

“I make no promises,” she gestured with her hand to shew him off. “Now go away.”

Jungkook backed off, then you both watched him as he strode across the floor and made his way towards some friends. You weren’t quite sure where Mira’s eyes were focused - nor did you much care - but you were definitely eating up all of Jungkook.

“Well,” Mira sighed, “I gotta say you have high standards for your rebounds, Y/N. I’m jealous, Jungkook is so much hotter than mine was.”

“You mean after your divorce or whatever?”

“Yeah. But my rebound was really fucking good at going downtown. Best head of my life, I swear. Better than my current husband,” she then leaned in close and whisper-yelled, “but don’t tell him I said that.”

You laughed loud and long. You were really liking the dynamic with Mira, the girl time, the camaraderie, and the funny and lewd banter. You could easily see yourselves becoming good friends if given the opportunity. But something she said was sticking with you. Rebound.

She wasn’t necessarily wrong. You didn’t really see Jungkook as a rebound relationship… and honestly, you didn’t really believe that relationships could be so easily boxed in and labeled with such terms. But still… the concept wasn’t exactly the stuff of myths. You had jumped quickly into something relationship-adjacent as a result of a failed relationship. You had done so before you were truly over what happened - in fact, you had done so because you weren’t over what happened.

“Mira,” you sighed, “Am I crazy if I kinda started to fall for my rebound?”

“No,” Mira shook her head supportively. “I don’t believe in hard and fast rules like that. But - I will say - surviving infidelity doesn’t just happen in a day.”

“Yeah,” you lamented. “I think I’m figuring that out.”

“Hey, ladies!” you heard the familiar voice of Hyejin as she stepped up to join you at your table. “You look like you’re bonding!”

“We are!” Mira said.

“Hey, Hyejin,” you called her attention. “I wanted to talk to you about something - but I don’t want to overstep.”

“What about?” she looked a touch confused.

“Well… see I’m an accountant, and I used to work with a lot of smaller clients. I work for one stupid conglomerate now, but… one of my clients used to be an art gallery. I thought, if you were interested…” you began to feel awkward now, and wished you were a touch more sober when you decided to approach her. “In short, if you’re looking to try again, I would love to help you. There’s tons of grants and tax breaks out there that people just don’t even know about.”

“Really?” Hyejin’s eyes widened. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah. I really liked working with that other gallery. It was… exciting for an accountant, ha-ha!”

“How much?”

“Oh, no, I’ll do it for free. I can’t legally help others out anyway. It’ll be our secret.”

“I would love that,” she crossed her hands over her heart. “That place was my dream.”

Your heart felt light and warm as you watched tears threaten to well behind her eyes. Moments like that were why you loved your job.

“If I don’t see you before I go home, I’ll leave my contact with Jungkook to give to you.”

“Oh, when are you going home?” Hyejin tilted her head curiously and looked a bit hurt.

You shrugged and shook your head, “I don’t know yet.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can do to convince you to stay, let me know. You and Jungkook seem so cute together.”

“It’s annoying, right?” Mira elbowed Hyejin. “They’re so fucking happy.”

“I don’t know, guys,” you laughed. “It’s only been a few days, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Oh,” Hyejin tsked, “Who cares? I have an eye for these things - I just know it’ll work out.”

You caught Mira shaking her head at you, letting you know that - at least in her opinion - Hyejin didn’t have the “eye” she was bragging about.

“Hyejin,” Jungkook called when he returned to the table with Abe and another man - whom by the way he stepped up behind Mira - you assumed was her husband. “You stood in our grocery store and promised me you wouldn’t pester her,” he teased as he stepped up beside you.

“Did I say that?” she quirked her head and pretended to not recall the exchange.

“There were witnesses,” he retorted.

“Well,” she shrugged. “File a complaint with my lawyer, I guess. But before then, we need you and everyone outside. We’ve got a surprise.”

Everyone looked at each other, searching for a face among the table that knew what was going on - aside from Abe and Hyejin. But, if anyone knew something, no one slipped up.

“Sure,” Mira’s husband nodded, then took his wife's hand, and began to lead the group out onto the patio.

When everyone was gathered outside, Abe and Hyejin stood excitedly in front of the microphone which the band had been using when performing. They had huge smiles plastered to their faces and held hands so tight, like they were afraid to lose each other in a violent storm.

“Hey, everyone!” Abe was the one who spoke. “Thank you all for coming. As you know, we brought you here under the guise that we were celebrating Hyejin’s birthday. Some of you know, however, that today is not actually her birthday – it's on Tuesday. The reason why this is important, is because years ago, when we started dating, she told me – I think halfway through our appetizers on the first date – that she wanted to be married before she turned 35.”

The crowd laughed nervously, and you smiled. But you also developed a sinking feeling in your stomach, as you pulled together the pieces of what was happening. Jungkook, who had his hand rested over your shoulder while his thumb caressed the back of your neck, squeezed you lightly – seemingly catching on to what was happening as well.

“She told me this at this very restaurant – and, well, since she’s turning 35 on Tuesday… we actually gathered you all here to... umm,” he looked adoringly down at Hyejin before he mustered the courage to speak the punchline. “To witness our marriage vows.”

“We’re getting married!” Hyejin squealed into the mic, and the crowd erupted with awes and applause. “Right now! This is our wedding! Sorry about the seating, most of you will have to stand but, we promise it’s going to be quick!”

The crowd laughed, then the space became scattered and chaotic as people tried to move tables out of the way, and place chairs in some sort of fashionable order.

You and Jungkook ended up standing to the side, next to the large flower boxes that contained the patio from the lawn. He leaned precariously over the edge of the box and strung his arms around your waist as you leaned against him. It was the nicest spot, in your opinion. You could see the stage perfectly, but were far enough away that you could also catch the cool breeze coming up from the water.

“Are you okay with this?” Jungkook asked his question low, so not to alert anyone standing near you.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s fine.” You weren’t sure if it was fine – but you didn’t want to somehow offend a special moment like two people celebrating their love by needing to duck out and go cry in the bathroom.

Despite how casual and rustic the wedding was… it was so incredibly beautiful. It was personal and intimate, and even though you didn’t know Hyejin and Abe all that well, you knew that somehow this atmosphere suited them perfectly. You felt foolish watching it all, because all you could think about was yourself. You had a huge, beautiful, lace ballgown wedding dress, while she had a cute white-silk two-piece pant and halter crop outfit. Chris was going to wear a tux, Abe had on a teal Hawiian shirt covered in Flamingos. You were supposed to get married in a grand hall, surrounded by roses and lilies. They were getting married surrounded by geraniums and beer bottles.

Your wedding was supposed to be the most lavish display of love and commitment - and yet, here, in the middle of nowhere, on the patio of a restaurant bar… you were witnessing true commitment. That much was evident by their self-written vows which no flower or expensive architecture could capture in terms of beauty. You were brought easily to tears - both happy for them, and sad for yourself. You and Chris were never ones for speeches.

That - what Hyejin and Abe had - was what you wanted. You couldn’t help but wonder if you had been trying to fabricate all that with Chris. Had you really loved him as much as you once thought you did? Or did you only love the thought of him?

You put on a brave and smiling face for everyone. Today wasn’t about you - even though your inner turmoil didn’t know that. Fake smiling eventually convinced you to really smile. You ended up having a lot of fun, and with time, you became better at squashing the returning desire to burst into tears.

But it didn't last...

After all the food was gone, the Edison’s hanging from the pergola were turned off, and replaced with tiny, blue fairy lights that had been discreetly strung through the beams and ivy. Hyejin and Abe had their first dance, then everyone who was paired up was invited to join. You were slow dancing with Jungkook under the new ambience, surrounded by love and good vibes - but, internally you were cursing yourself for not being as present in the moment as you wanted to be. Everything was so fucking romantic, from the lighting to the music, to the way you moved together, and looked at each other. But you felt the dam inside you beginning to crack.

“Do you want to go somewhere?” Jungkook asked, when he noticed your throat bob away a potential sob.

You sucked on your lower lip, and blinked rapidly as you nodded your head. "Just for a minute. I need a break."

“Okay,” he whispered, then he took you by the hand, grabbed the two nearly full beer you had opened before you took to the dance floor, and guided you across the lawn, towards the water, and away from the crowd.

You picked a space on the grass that angled downward towards the water and - as best as you could deduce in the moonlight - wasn’t containing any animal shit. You laid along the grass, resting yourself up over your elbows, and Jungkook laid propped up on his side next to you. You both looked out over the river, letting the peaceful scene relax you as you sipped on your drinks.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, if I had known I would have said something.”

“No, it’s fine. The world doesn't stop turning just because mine did. It was just… fresh, you know?”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I wish I could help.”

“You have,” you looked hard towards him, trying to emphasize the depth and genuinity behind what you were saying. “In a lot of ways. You’ve been so… great. Even just seeing how you live up here, it’s given me a lot to think about.” You sighed, then looked out over the water as you thought about where you thought your life should go, and what you now believed you wanted. “It’s making me reconsider what I think I want out of my future.”

“What did you want?”

“I don’t know… success. A big house. A family.”

“And you don’t want that anymore?”

“No, I do want all that. I just think that maybe… there’s a lot of things I thought I needed to achieve in order to have all that. A lot of things that I guess I’m realizing don’t matter. I don’t need the perfect house or the perfect job. I just need… good people around me.”

“Do you like it here?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s quiet, and feels friendly. Safe. It would be a great place to raise a family I think. How lucky would a kid be to have all this wide open space and freedom.”

“I think that’s why I decided to stay up here.”

“Yeah? You wanna get married and have kids and all that?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “One day for sure.”

“What were you doing before?”

“Well… right after school I was living in the city. I had a good time and all. I had an okay job doing web design. I liked it but it was a means to an end. Mostly paid for nights out at the clubs," he laughed to himself, "I wasn’t really great at planning for the future.”

“Well, you and I aren’t similar in that regard. I’m always planning. I think that might be what Chris meant - he was more go-with-the-flow.”

“Ah, fuck him. He’s an idiot. Having an ambitious girlfriend isn’t a burden.”

“So what changed?”

“Luck,” he laughed. “I inherited my house. I wasn’t really sure what I was gonna do with it at first. I thought maybe about selling it and buying a condo, but I had good memories up here. So I decided to hold onto it for a bit – keep it a getaway cabin. Then, one day, I got away and didn’t go back. I quit my job, broke my lease,” he shrugged, “now I’m here.”

“You started over.”

“Yeah. I wasn’t leaving much behind though.”

“Maybe I should do that,” you took a few good chugs of your beer.

“It’s never too late.”

People said that all the time, like it was some sage wisdom - but you always balked at the idea. Starting over was hard and risky, and seemed like something reserved for Hallmark movies. Yet, you were sitting in the presence of someone who had actually done it - so, you supposed it wasn’t such a myth afterall. Granted, he had a real estate advantage - but still.

A soft breeze wafted over the river, and rustled the leaves of the nearby trees. You closed your eyes and embraced the way it cooled your skin which had been damp in the summer night’s humidity.

“I think you should start over,” Jungkook broke you from your trance.

“I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Move here. For real, open up your own firm. I know people would come to you.”

“I don’t know. It’ll be a lot of money to just start up. I need rental space and software and licenses and insurance and so much more. I need to figure out what I can afford after I sell my house. I don’t even know what homes cost up here. Maybe… I could stick it out at my job for a little bit and save up.”

“Orrr… you could just stay with me.”

You loved that idea, and were terrified of it as well.

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not? You can use one of the spare rooms as your office. You don’t need any formal storefront around here to make it. The only lawyers in town run their business out of their backyard sheds.”

“And where would I sleep,” you looked down at him with a suggestive curve to your mouth.

“Well,” he rolled forward, and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder. “I think I’d be willing to let you sleep in my bed. I promise you the rent is reasonable.”

“Mmm,” you hummed. “I don’t like to get into quid pro quo arrangements, but I can’t say I’m not tempted.”

Jungkook leaned in a little closer, and pressed his lips soft and long to your neck. “I can sweeten the offer if you need more convincing.”

His nose traced the skin of your neck, and you bit your lip as your body tried to slouch away from the way it tickled you and threatened to puddle you into a fit of laughter.

“You’re going on tour soon,” you managed to finally push him off. “You really wanna leave me alone in your house?”

“Actually, I was thinking you should just come on tour with me.”

“What? No. I can’t do that. I need to work.”

“Do you?” he raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t you take some time off? You’ll have money from your house. You won’t have any rent to pay. You can come on the road with me, and when we get back in October, you can set up shop then.”

“I don’t know,” you bobbed your head side to side as you agonized over the idea. It sounded fun and all, but you weren’t sure if you had the guts to do it. “What if we get sick of each other and you kick me off the bus halfway across the country. Then I’ll be the one who is homeless and broke.”

“I don’t think that’s something we need to worry about, Y/N. You and I get along pretty great.”

“Trust me, I want to say yes. I’m just… trying to be smart here. The only way I was successful in ending things with Chris so quickly was because I held all the cards. This is all so risky - I’d be putting my life in your hands.”

“It would be a risk,” he nodded. “You’d have to trust me. I know that’s a hard ask after everything. But I promise I won’t just kick you to the curb. And even if we started hating each other's guts… you’d be fine. I'm not sure of a lot of things, but I’m sure of that.”

“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I need to think about it.”

“And you should. You’ve got a month at least, right? And after that - hell, even if you aren’t ready to move up here for good, like, come on the road with me anyway. You can store your stuff in the barn. You’ll be living for free - everything is already paid for by the label. You can think about what you wanna do for another three months.”

You nodded slowly at the moon’s reflection in the water as you considered it. He was right. You were free now that you no longer had Chris. Jungkook was offering you a chance to capitalize on that freedom.

“I’d have to sell my house before then. I have some money saved, but I can’t afford the mortgage payments for too long without a steady paycheque.”

“We can figure it all out.”

“Okay,” you nodded more firmly now. In your heart, it was an easy choice. But your head wasn’t completely sold on the idea quite yet. But you were committed to at least really considering it. “I'll think about it. Seriously,” you looked at him. “If you’re up for it, I’ll think about it.”

“I am serious.” He then sat up, and you followed by pushing yourself off your elbows to sit with him. He shuffled close, propping his arm over his bent knee resting behind your back - somewhat caging you into him so you could look closely at each other as you spoke.

“I don’t know when the right time is to say anything,” he began slowly. “But… I figure how I feel is pretty obvious at this point. I like you… I wanna see where this goes.”

You felt the return of your butterflies, and you felt sheepish underneath the watchful eyes of the stars and his unguarded and pleading gaze. You supposed you should be thankful for his honesty. You hadn’t had a lot of honesty in your life, apparently. But - amidst the butterflies and the thrilling fantasy of a future together - you couldn’t help but notice something sour and repulsive wrenching inside your gut. You chalked it up to the long and taxing day: from the stress of your legal matters; the confrontation with your ex fiance and your ex best friend; and, the impromptu wedding that only sharpened the blow. You hoped the feeling wouldn’t last. Not when you had someone wonderful like this, touching you so tenderly, looking at you so vulnerably. Not when he made your broken heart feel like it could be whole once again.

“I like you too,” you confessed. It was the truth - even though it felt like it came with a caveat you didn’t quite yet understand. “I kinda think…” you wanted to say more, but you paused as apprehension stiffened your vocal cords. “It’s stupid fast and all, but…,” you winced, “I think I might be falling for you.”

A beautiful smile, that made your heart sing, widened across his face and lit up his eyes.

“Good,” he said with a nod as he tried to wrangle his facial expression. “Because I already have.”

Your lips pulled into a smile, and you wanted to burst into a million particles. But at the same time, your stomach began to twist with guilt - like it didn’t believe you deserved this perfect moment.

“Are you trying to one-up me?” you accused, once again, retaliating against the way he made you feel. You were doing a lot of that too today.

“Nope,” he playfully shook his head. “I would never.”

His hand came down to rest over your knee, his thumb once again making soft passes over your skin. You loved and hated the simple ways that he touched you.

You both looked back up the hill towards the patio, as a deep and thumping bass began to pulse from inside the restaurant - signaling the beginning of the real party.

“Do you wanna go back?” you asked him.

“Do you? We can just go home if you want.”

“Hmm,” you thought about it, then thought about his hand on you and how you maybe wanted it to start creeping a little higher. “I think we should get back up there, have a piece of cake, do a couple shots, and makeout like horny college kids on the dance floor.”

“We can do that,” he agreed with a mischievous grin. “And then we can go home and have sweet, sloppy drunk sex?”

“Yes,” you cheered.

He stood up, brushed himself off, then offered his hand to help you off the grass. “Let’s do this.”

⁂

Morning poured itself through the windows. First with an indigo blue, then in a pale gray, then in pink streaks of sunlight, until finally the room was bathed in the soft yellow of another beautiful, clear sky. You saw all the colors of a new day cast itself over the ceilings of Jungkook’s bedroom, since you had been awake to witness it all.

You had awoken only an hour or two into your sleep, and fought for and hour or two more to fall back without success. You were so restless, yet too tired to move or do anything about it. So, you laid on your back, with Jungkook’s heavy arm loosely strung over your waist, while he snored softly at your side for hours, and you - finally truly alone with yourself for the first time in forever - mauled over everything you had been hiding deep within you.

Last night - instead of stumbling home, knocking into furniture, and collapsing on the bed in a rushed and clumsy attempt to get naked, only to barely fuck for five minutes before the whiskey dick kicked in - you didn’t have the sloppy drunk sex you had been looking forward to. Instead… you made love. It was sweet, tender, and attentive. Instead of pounding into you hard, like your body was made of concrete stone, Jungkook rocked himself into you slowly and methodically, like you were made of glass. Instead of marking his skin with your nails and your teeth, you delicately inspected the ways his muscles moved beneath your soft hands, and tasted his flesh with gentle presses of your lips. Instead of a string of expletives falling from his lips, he told you how beautiful he thought you were, along with a hundred other whispered praises that made you want to melt into the earth.

It was a perfect night… but something felt wrong.

You thought about it all as you looked up to the daylit ceiling, and regretted every way it which your fucked up feelings were sullying the memory of it. You closed your eyes as a tear escaped and rolled down your temple. After the long night, you knew why the droplet had fallen, and you were pretty sure what you needed to do.

You stretched for your phone resting on the nightstand beside you, and noticed a text message which had arrived from Chris.

Chris: I’m out of the house. [3:14 AM]

You weren't sure whether or not you should have been impressed or depressed at how quickly he had untangled himself from your life. Clearly, after he left you, he made the 14 hour trek home and didn’t stop until he was out of the house. You wondered if he had even grieved the loss. A second message had come through, however, and it seemed to answer your question.

Chris: I’m staying at Steph’s apartment. [3:28 AM]

“That fucking prick,” you whispered as you pinched the bridge of your nose, like you were feeling the onset of a migraine. You were sure he had only said that to get back at you, and you hated how much it hurt. Even worse, you felt like you deserved the hurt, despite knowing that you didn’t.

“Surviving infidelity doesn’t happen overnight,” was what Mira had warned you. She was right. You had perhaps staved off the inevitable because of a few blissful days with Jungkook, but today, everything was catching up.

You felt Jungkook begin to stir beside you. You tossed the phone aside and quickly wiped at your cheek, hiding any evidence that even that single tear had fallen.

“Hey,” Jungkook said groggily, as he raised his head to reveal droopy, sleep-filled eyes and a mop of disheveled hair.

“Morning,” you tried your best to sound cheerful.

“You been up for long?” he asked.

You nodded slowly, then confessed, “Yeah, I have.”

Even in his foggy state, he sensed at once that something was off.

“Everything okay?” he asked, concern clear in his throat.

You thought quietly about how to answer his question, but chose not to answer it at all.

“Do you think you could cover my tattoo today?”

He looked at you long and hard, like he was trying to crack the code of a complicated cipher. But the truth was, what you hadn’t said wasn’t all that well hidden.

He swallowed, before he asked the question he dreaded asking. “Are you going home today?”

You nodded, then an intense silence fell between you as you both marinated in the declaration, until you felt you needed to break it. “Chris moved out last night. I need to go pack.”

He nodded tepidly, as he hoped for the best outcome of his next question. “Are you going to come back?”

You looked at him for a long moment while you thought about your answer. Then, mustering all the courage you wish you didn't have, you said, “I don’t know…”

Go to Chapter 12.

The art of revenge is so good i don't want it to be over

when it's over I'll try to fill the void with something better!

Hi author!

Just want to start by saying, I love your blog so much. It's my top favourite, and I'm just sad I found you so late! I'm a gatekeeping bitch and so glad I am one of the few who found you and your talent! I've loved your stories a lot! Also love how you set a premise, or a scene or even how you set up an environment.

Just have one question. Would be possible for you to tell us how many more chapters are there in total for Art Of Revenge?

Also idk if it's obvious or not, let me say it irrespective! I love love love AOR a lot. And I hope to god you give oc and JK a happy ending hehe.

Lots of love!

Thank you!!!!

AOR is gonna be completely probably by the end of this week. There's gonna be at least 2 more Chapters for sure. Maybe 3, but at best 4. Really comes down to size and what feels like a natural break point, but I expect the last chapters to be shorter and a bit action packed(?)

Stephanie is sick. She needs to really get herself checked up by a doctor. The habitual telling of lies gosh

she may be a character is this story, but sadly, there are ppl like that out in this world 🫤

THE WAY UR PUMPING OUT THESE CHAPTERS ILY

Sometimes I just got it haha. I've got the last 2-3ish chapters already written in my head and I don't think they'll be super long, so... I'll hopefully have them all out by the end of the week!

CHAPTER 10! I really freaking loved it! I like the united front our star couple presented, and I love the fact that there was no backing down! The emotions were raw and explained well, there was the right amount of anger and frustrationand jealousy and possessiveness. My only complaint is that I wish something more was said to Stephanie, but then again I can also acknowledge that the betrayal of a friend wounds deep enough that words don't form and many things may go unsaid.

Definitely appreciate the way you dealt with the revelations from the eavesdropping, you wrapped that up with a little bow quite nicely and I like that there were no further misunderstandings and misguided assumptions.

THE CRUSH REVALATION GOT ALL THE SQUEALS AS IT DESERVES 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽🤭🤭🤭

I'm really very much hoping it's up and up from here on out, the last few paragraphs certainly allude to it and I quite enjoyed it. Also would like to tell you that your description of a crush has now become my favorite in all my years of reading, it's the perfect mix of fantasy and realism.

Amazing work and I look forward to what's next, also round of applause to you for posting these so quickly, I hope you're really proud of yourself.

As always, happy writing!

Thank you so muc for the wonderful comments!!!

Yeah, I really went back and forth with Stephanie, but... ultimately for a number of reasons I decided to just not pay her any mind loool She was hurting my soul to write and I wanted to really focus on the fiancé's betrayal.

The Art of Revenge (Chapter 10)

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Chapter 10

You were the one to open the door. Stephanie seemed to be the bolder of the two… but not that bold. She stood out of your reach, looking tense in the middle of the porch, while Chris stood a few feet behind her, nearly cowering next to the steps. They knew they shouldn’t have been there.

You leaned your shoulder against the frame and crossed your arms over your chest, making it clear that they wouldn’t be offered a cool house and a soft seat to sit on after their long journey.

You noticed how both their eyes darted over your body, hyper focused on something below your waist. You looked down and realized that what they were looking at was a smear of paint over your thigh - one that had been smudged into a large handprint.

Jungkook then stepped up behind you, leaning his forearm against the frame, hovering over you like he was showing off the claim he had on you, showing them that you were a united front. Stephanie and Chris’s eyes then began to dart over the smudged paint that adorned his neck and his arms. You felt a swell of triumphant satisfaction as you watch them realize that they had interrupted your fuck time.

You all stood in a silent stare down - not a single one of you daring to be the first person to speak. You certainly weren’t going to be the one to break the ice. They were the ones who came here uninvited. They were the ones who had a whole lot of explaining to do. The more you stood there, and the more you watched Chris, you realized he wasn’t going to speak either. In fact, you were becoming suspicious that making this trip wasn’t really something he had been on board with. That thought stung a little. If it was true, that meant he wasn’t all that keen to fight for you - or that Stephanie held more influence over him rather than the woman he promised to love and cherish and respect for the rest of his life.

Finally, Stephanie broke the silence.

“Can we come in?” she raised her eyebrow. A short chuckle pulsed in the back of your throat at the way she rounded the question - like you and Jungkook were the ridiculous ones for not having offered already.

“No,” Jungkook retorted firmly. “I told you that you weren’t welcome here anymore, Steph.”

You watched as she took a subtle and seething breath into her shoulders, and noticed the confused way Chris stared at her from behind.

“Can we talk?” she looked over you and sharply up at him. That too caused a swirl of intense emotions to flood through you. Firstly, the sting of realizing how little she had valued your friendship. She didn’t even come here to apologize to you - she came here for Jungkook. Secondly, a swell of protectiveness, because she came for him. After everything she did to him, she was really so narcissistic to believe that she could berate him for forgiveness. You weren’t even sure if she believed she needed to ask for forgiveness. You were angry at yourself now, you had given her a reason to break the strict boundaries he had put up with her - now you wanted to be sure there were no more breaches in the wall. And finally, the bite of possessiveness. He was yours - at least for right now - and there was no way you were going to allow her to put her hands on any more of your men.

You lifted yourself from the frame and turned slightly towards Jungkook, hooking a hand around his waist and placing the other over his chest as you looked up to him. He dipped his head so his lips would meet yours, and you kissed each other in a quick but deliberate display of intimacy and unity.

“Do you wanna talk to her, baby?” you said to him, making sure it was loud enough for the whole porch to hear. He swung his arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him, close enough so that he could kiss you just below your ear.

“No,” he whispered - also loud enough for everyone to hear. “I wanna go back inside and back to what we were doing.”

You giggled as he took a nibble on your ear.

“Alright,” Chris finally spoke, his voice clipped and loud like he was trying to discipline a schoolhouse of children. “We get it. Your point has been made.”

You both turned your heads to look at him, like he was an annoying little bug that pulled you away from the far more important task of flirting with each other.

“And why exactly are you here?” you asked him.

He looked exasperated, like he had already explained himself a thousand times over. “I’m here to take you home, Y/N.”

“Home?” you quirked your head, and you felt Jungkook’s hand drop to your side and tighten around your hip. “You mean my house? That I pay for? The one that has the kitchen that you fucked my best friend on?”

He looked pained and ashamed as you flung your daggers at him. You wanted to fling a couple more just to see if you could suffocate him in shame. But you held yourself back.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “Our home. Where we live together.”

“It’s not our home anymore, Christopher. You’ve been served an eviction notice. You have 60 days, but I suggest you move out this week since I’m putting the place on the market next Monday.”

“Y/N,” he looked dumbfounded. “Are you not even going to try to fix this?”

“Me?!” you almost launched yourself claws first across the porch at him. It was a good thing Jungkook had a tight hold on you. “What do I have to fix, Christopher?!”

“You’re the one who started it!” he snapped. Every cell in your body that was readying itself to pounce on him froze. You searched his incredulous expression for some hint of what he was implying - then you noticed Stephanie was no longer able to look anyone in the face. She knew something… was afraid of something. You weren’t sure what, but all the stories about her that Jungkook had shared with you began to flip through your mind.

“What did you say to him?” you directed your venom right at her. She didn’t answer, she just tightened her arms over her waist.

“So, it was true?” Chris spoke accusingly.

“What is true?” you jeered.

“You did fuck around on me,” his nostrils began to flare. “Was it with him?” his eyes darted towards Jungkook. “I thought it was so fucking random that of all the places you would go, it would be here with him. I fucking knew it.”

“You don’t know shit!” you cursed. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about - I never fucked around with anybody, ever! Did she say that to you?” you pointed at Stephanie, who seemed like she was trying to shrivel up to the point where no one would notice that she was there. “Is that why you slept with her?! To get back at me?!”

Chris shrugged his shoulders, acknowledging that your deduction was right, but unwilling to say it out loud and be held accountable for it.

You looked at Stephanie and commanded her attention. “Did you tell him that I was cheating on him?”

The porch went tensely silent as you all waited for her answer. You noticed then the Jungkook had you pressed firmly against him, and you could feel his heart pumping angrily against your back.

“I… never said that you actually cheated on him,” she spoke slowly, emphasizing the right words so that you knew that she was defending herself with a technicality. Chris looked at her wide-eyed and shocked. This was obviously news to him as well.

“Ye…” he stammered. “Yes, you did.”

“No,” she shook her head quickly. “I said that she could have.”

Jungkook sputtered out a laugh when he heard her explanation. He had heard this rationale before. “Same old antics, eh, Steph? God, when are you going to fucking learn to stop fucking around with people’s lives?”

“So, you…” Chris tried to ask you another question, but his mind became jumbled. He then looked back to Stephanie, “So you told me that she had a one-night stand when you didn’t know if she did?”

“I said I said she could have,” Stephanie defended herself.

“What one-night stand? With who? When?” you barked out, feeling your blood begin to pulse with impatience.

“She said you had sex with some guy you met at a bar at that bachelorette party you went to in February."

You thought back to the long weekend. Your cousin was getting married, and you celebrated at a chalet with a party of about fourteen. Stephanie wasn’t even there - and she didn’t know anyone who was - not even your cousin.

“We didn’t even go to a bar," you fired at him, then fired off at Stephanie, "You weren’t even there–”

“I didn’t say you had sex with anyone,” Stephanie defended. “I just told him that that’s what happens at bachelorette parties.”

“So that you could convince him to have sex with you?” you shouted.

“No,” she shook her head. “I didn’t convince him.”

Chris then joined in on the grilling, “You literally said, we could get back at her if we slept together.”

“And you fucking said yes?!” you seethed at him.

“I was angry,” he retorted.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Jungkook patronized both tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb. “Dude, you wanted to fuck around. Steph is a pretty damn good liar, but she’s not that good. There’s no way what she told you was enough to convince you Y/N cheated. You wanted an excuse to fuck around, and she gave you one.”

“That’s not–” Chris’s words died in his throat. He knew Jungkook was right. You knew Jungkook was right.

You spoke before Chris could come up with a way to weasel out of that fact. “If you really were concerned, then why didn’t you just say something to me?”

“You’re one to talk,” Chris barked. “You shut off your phone and drove across the country to jump into someone else's bed, Y/N. You’re no better than I am.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed. “I didn’t suspect you of having an affair, Chris, I literally walked in on you fucking someone else in my house. We are not the same.”

“I’m sorry,” Chris shouted, and you could sense every ounce of frustration pouring out of him and into the air. “Okay? I’m fucking sorry, I fucked up. I love you, Y/N, I want to marry you. I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

“Funny,” you looked back to Stephanie, and remembered the audacious message you had received from her about how she had “found happiness” with Chris. “Because according to my inbox, this one seems to think you and her are pursuing a future together.”

Chris looked stunned again, and Stephanie opened her mouth to retort.

“I did not say that’s what was happening,” she defended herself with yet another white lie.

“Oh my God, Steph,” you rolled your eyes. “Maybe I should show the group the text and we can all decipher what you did and did not mean to imply.”

You were realizing now what her manipulation style was, and frankly, it was too juvenile to even pay credence too.

“Alright, everyone–” Jungkook spoke up once more as the porch began to heat with more than just the summer sun.

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Chris fired at Jungkook.

“Don’t fucking speak to him like that,” you pointed a finger warningly at Chris.

Chris looked ready to burst, but as Jungkook’s palm began to move soothingly up and down the length of your upper arm, he realized he wasn’t going to win the battle for your affection if he went after Jungkook. “Y/N,” he calmed his voice, “Can we please speak in private.”

You weren’t really sure if you wanted to speak to him alone. Speaking in front of Stephanie was proving to be incredibly revealing, and speaking with Jungkook plastered tightly to your hip was proving to be an emotional asset. But you did know that if you continued this way, the conversation would just turn into argument after argument, and ultimately go nowhere. And you wanted these two to be nowhere around you as soon as possible.

You let your answer hang long in the tension, before you offered him a curt “fine.”

Jungkook gave you a reassuring kiss on the head, then you moved out of his arms and down the stairs, expecting Chris to follow behind you.

“Can I at least use the bathroom?” you heard Stephanie pout to Jungkook as you made your way down the steps. You fought the urge to run back up the stairs, grab her by the hair and drag her off into the woods and away from Jungkook - but it was his home and his vendetta to settle. So, you continued to lead Chris across the lawn, aiming for the shaded bench near the tree line.

“Do not fucking touch me,” you hissed when you reached the shade and felt Chris’s fingers wrap around your elbow. You shook him off, then took several steps away from him to ensure you were out of his reach. You stood with your back to him, your arms crossed, your jaw clenched as you stared out into the forest. Chris was smart enough to say nothing while you collected your thoughts, and calmed yourself so you could have a conversation that wasn’t going to result in a massacre.

“When did it start?” you asked when you were ready to begin.

You heard him sigh heavily behind you, and you could feel his guilt and reluctance, but you didn’t have the nerve to look at him just yet.

“It only happened twice,” he confessed quietly.

You scoffed and shook your head, not quite believing him. “When?”

“The first time was March.”

You closed your eyes and bowed your head, now feeling a well of sick and painful emotions begin to clog your chest and throat.

“So, you fucked her, and then you got down on one knee and proposed marriage?”

“I didn’t want to lose you.”

“So what?” you turned to look at him now. “You thought you’d just swindle me into marrying you – like I couldn’t leave you when I found out?”

“No, babe, I wanted to marry you since the first day we met. Right fucking here on this lawn.”

“Don’t call me ‘babe.’ I’m not your ‘babe’ anymore. If you wanted to be with me so badly, then why did you go sleep with someone else?”

“I thought you had been unfaithful—”

“Oh, bullshit, Christopher. You know that’s bullshit. She knows it’s bullshit, we all know that’s bullshit.”

“She told me you cheated on me.”

“That’s not a fucking excuse. You didn’t do it to get even. If you did, you wouldn’t have hidden it from me. You knew what you were doing was wrong.”

“It was a mistake,” he shook his head, and did his best to sound remorseful. “I regretted it immediately and it was never going to happen again.”

“Except it did, Chris. In my kitchen, this week.”

“It was stupid.”

“Yeah, well, when it’s the same stupid mistake over and over again, I don’t think it constitutes as a mistake anymore,” you turned your back on him again and looked down at your feet as you tried to will them to stay in place and not drop kick someone’s head like a football.

“So, what was your excuse this week?” you continued when you were braced to hear more of the dirty details. “Did she tell you that I might be having an affair at the office because that’s what happens at offices?”

He didn’t say anything, and after the long silence with no answer, you turned to face him again.

“Everything changed after we got engaged,” he said sternly, and you could sense venom in his words.

“In what way?”

“You went and took that corporate job. You started working late almost every night, and when you weren’t working you were planning the wedding. You never prioritized me.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” you hissed as his head seemed to form into the shape of a football. “You wanted me to take that job.”

“I wouldn’t have told you to take it if I knew things were going to be like this.”

“You bastard,” you scoffed. “I was only working late so I could pay for all these lavished things that you wanted. The bigger house, the big wedding, the expensive honeymoon. Kids. You wanted all these things - and you sure as hell weren’t taking extra shifts to make it happen. You weren’t even doing basic fucking chores around the house so that when I did get home, we could just spend time together.”

“And there it fucking is,” he pointed his finger accusingly at you. “You always make me feel inadequate. I get it, Y/N, you make more money than I do. And I don’t help around the house enough, and I’m not as generous as you are, and I can’t build a fucking bookshelf with my bare hands.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about why everyone resents you. Why I went and fucked someone else – because she doesn’t put me down the way you do.”

You knew he was just lashing out with every cliché excuse that philandering partners seemed to pass around to each other like book club novels. But you couldn’t help but feel stung by the accusation. “I did not put you down. I never asked you to get a better job. I never complained that you didn’t pay rent. All that other stuff, Chris, that’s what good partners do. That’s what good husbands do. If I had known your fragile ego was so hurt by me making just a tiny bit more money than you did, I never would have said ‘yes’ to marrying you.”

Chris, annoyed, dug his tongue into his cheek. This conversation wasn’t going as planned. He wanted absolution on the backs of pathetic excuses. He wanted to berate you, make you feel responsible for the fallout so that you would be willing to look past all his indiscretions. Hell, he was probably terrified that he was losing his lodging and meal ticket.

“So,” he said after a beat, “I meant so little to you that after one fight, you’re just going to leave me?”

You wanted to strangle him for being so willfully obtuse, or for believing he could actually swindle you with such nonsense.

“I loved you, Christopher. I was sooo excited to marry you. I thought you were it for me. And, you know what, if you had a drunken one-night stand with some stranger you met at a bar – I can’t promise that I would have ever truly forgiven you… but I do know that I would have at least tried. Because I loved you so much. But this…” you stuck your palms out in front of you, gesturing to the space between you, as well the house where Stephanie approximately was. “You made a deliberate, conscious, fully sober choice to sleep with my best friend. More than once. Nobody comes back from that,” you shook your head. “There is no chance for reconciliation here. I feel nothing but disgust for you now – and that disgust doesn’t come because you meant so little to me. But… obviously, I meant so little to you, that you would throw away our life together, just to get your dick wet twice.”

“That’s not true,” he rebuked. “I love you. I want to work this out.”

“It is true,” you nodded to emphasize the point, then shook your head as you emphasized your final point, “And I don’t want to be with someone like you.”

Silence fell again in the space between you, and you could tell in the way Chris’s shoulders slumped and in the way he paced in a small square, that you had gotten through to him. This was over and done.

“Can I have the ring back?” he asked quietly.

“Absolutely not, I already hocked it,” you lied. You were going to hock it, so what did it matter?

He rolled his eyes, then decided to throw a few final rounds before he completely gave up the fight. “I can’t believe you came up here just to get back at me.”

“If it’s any consolation, it wasn’t just about you. Jungkook is a really great fuck,” you kept your face stoney, despite it wanting to curve into a demonic grin of arrogant pride.

Silence again, and you were becoming agitated as you were ready to end this conversation and kick Chris and Stephanie to the curb… or to Mars.

“Chris…” you called his name, even letting some empathy roll in along with it. “Just go home, cry, pack, and find a new place. I’m sure Steph will let you stay with her.”

“I don’t want to be with her,” he retorted quickly. Then, he took another heavy sigh, and gave everything he had into his final plea. “Is there anything I can do to make things right? I really do want to be with you. I promise I will do better. I’ll do therapy. I’ll get a better job. We can move away. I’ll do anything.”

“No,” you shook your head softly, and you knew your answer was the God’s honest truth. “It’s over. I’m moving on. You need to now too.”

Chris looked up at the house in thought. “Are you going to stay here with him?”

“It’s none of your business. Not anymore.”

He scoffed, but continued to stare up at the house.

“You should leave,” you finally said. “I’ll go get her and tell her to meet you in the car. If you have to pee, go in the bush.”

He nodded, then looked at you once more, and you could tell there was more he wanted to say – but you were over it.

“Bye, Chris. Text me once you’ve moved out.”

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“Steph, I don’t want to argue with you about this anymore,” you heard Jungkook’s pitched and clipped voice coming from around the corner of the house near the entrance to the mudroom. You also heard Stephanie’s voice pleading with him.

“Jungkook, I don’t understand why you’re holding this grudge against me. That was years ago when we were in college.”

“And yet you’re still doing it, Stephanie. Look what you did to your best friend.”

“I didn’t do anything. Y/N and Chris were having problems for a long time, and she is not as innocent as you’re making her out to be.”

This declaration made you freeze mid-step. What the fuck was she going on about now? It made you wonder what other rumours and nonsense had she been spreading about you over the years. Hell, when you did get back home, maybe you should be afraid that everyone would be waiting with pitchforks because she convinced them all you were some sort of she-devil. You decided to hang back around the corner – just for a few moments so you could hear her unfiltered lies.

“I... I… don’t believe you, Steph,” he continued, making you smile at how staunchly he defended you. “And if I did, I don’t care. She was your friend. You slept with her fiancé. Like, how have you deluded yourself into thinking that’s acceptable?”

“I’m just… she gets everything, Jungkook. The good jobs, the good friends, the good boyfriend. And she doesn’t deserve it. She’s arrogant, and she rubs it in your face, and you have no idea what it’s like to truly be around her.”

You swallowed as you recalled Chris’s words from only minutes ago. He said you made him feel inadequate. He said that everyone resented you… was that true? Or was this just the atypical pillow talk of affair partners trying to justify their crimes?

“She is not like that at all, Steph,” Jungkook refuted. “I know she’s not. And if she is, I sure as fuck wouldn’t believe it coming from your mouth.”

There was a pause between them, and you considered showing yourself, but you stilled again when Stephanie began to scold.

“I always knew something was going on between you two,” she accused, and even though you couldn’t see it, you could imagine the way she was probably wagging her finger in front of his face. “You always fucking asked me about her.”

“Oh, get over it, Steph, it was only a couple times.”

“But you never asked about anyone unless you were hooking up with them.”

“Well, you would know that now wouldn’t you, Steph,” he snorted. “Is that why you set her up with Chris? Because I asked you if you were bringing her up here for that weekend?”

There was another silence, and once again, even though you couldn’t see her, the answer was clear.

“God damn,” Jungkook heaved. “You know, I always thought it was so fucking weird that you would set up your best friend with the guy you had been fucking for so long.”

Your heart was now as still as your body. Chris and Stephanie were… together? Before you? And Jungkook knew? Did everyone know except you?

You couldn’t quite hear the rest of what they were saying, since blood began to pump like thunder in your ears. During the long walk across the lawn from Chris to that very spot, you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You felt from that moment, you could move on with no regrets, like you had gained perspective and maybe closure. But you were too optimistic. This revelation… this detail that arguably wasn’t a factor in the infidelity, was plunging you into another pit of anxiety, humiliation, and despair. Your relationship with Chris had been tainted from the very beginning – and everyone except you knew about it.

You battled between sneaking away from their conversation or rounding the corner to confront them both – but instead, you decided the most rational thing to do would be to push your feelings far down once more, and get Stephanie the fuck off this property.

You crept a few steps back, straightened your shoulders, then strode confidently around the corner, putting on your best acting performance ever as you pretended like you had just gotten there. You saw Jungkook’s frame tighten to attention as he noticed you striding towards them. He was searching your features to gauge how upset you were – but he seemed to relax as you strode nearer to them, seemingly aiming to stand next to him.

You slipped underneath his arm and strung yours around his waist. Then you looked over to a red-eyed Stephanie who looked like she wanted to set the scene before her on fire.

“Chris is in the car waiting for you,” you said.

She scoffed. “Are you and I gonna talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you,” you shrugged.

“Well, I have shit to say.”

“I don’t care. Go home. You’re not welcome here anymore.”

“This isn’t your home,” she snarked.

“It’s my home,” Jungkook chimed in, “and if she says you’re not welcome here, then you’re not welcome here. Leave, and for real this time, don’t ever come back.”

In an uncomfortable yet pleasing-to-watch exit, Stephanie eventually made her way to the car, and her and Chris drove off and out of site.

You stood on the front porch as you watched them leave – afraid if you didn’t, they’d stick around. After a few beats of staring at nothing, when you were convinced no one was coming back, you felt Jungkook’s arms tighten around you, and his head dip to whisper into your ear.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

You weren’t quite sure if you were “okay.” You felt drained and exhausted… You felt like you had gotten clarity, yet somehow were left even more confused. You craned your neck so you could look up at Jungkook. As you did, you remembered what you had heard when you were eavesdropping in on his conversation. You suddenly felt embarrassed to be in his presence, although you weren’t sure what you were embarrassed about. You had questions, and you felt them bubbling on your tongue – but you swallowed them back. At least for now.

“Can I, umm,” you bit your lip as you thought about what you wanted to do next. “Can I maybe have a private date with your bathtub? I think I could use a little alone time.”

“Yeah, of course,” he responded right away, his brows furrowing like it was crazy you felt you needed to ask. “You need anything else?”

“No,” you pulled yourself out of his arms and tried hard to not avoid his gaze too much. “Maybe a wine glass and a bottle.”

“Sure,” he nodded.

“Thanks.”

He could sense the unease and the tension radiating off you. It wasn’t unreasonable that you were feeling off after having such an emotional afternoon. But it seemed as though he picked up on the fact that some of the tension was directed at him. But he chose to ignore it, and soon, you were following him back into the house; and, soon after that, while the tub was beginning to fill with hot water, you were closing the door between you and him.

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Jungkook gave you an hour alone. But when the tub water had begun to cool to lukewarm, and when your fingers and toes were unattractively pruned, you heard a soft knock at the door, soon followed by the click of the knob. Then there he was, standing in the bathroom with a sheepish and cautious tight-lipped smile on his face, and a fresh bottle of wine in his hand.

“I thought you could use a refill,” he held out the bottle, and you smiled a “yes” with a tight-lipped crease of your own. He screwed off the cork as he made his way across the floor. Then he sat down next to the tub, refilled your glass, and handed it to you.

“Thank-you,” you said, after you took a long sip of the crisp chardonney. You were feeling much better. At least better than before you had entered the tub. Although the day was still weighing on your mind, you had a little more perspective after your hour of seclusion.

Jungkook leaned himself over the tub, and looked empathetically at you.

“I’m sorry,” you announced to Jungkook, as you felt like you were the cause of such a great day turning into a trainwreck. “And don’t tell me to not say sorry, okay?” you snapped when he opened his mouth to protest.

“Okay,” he said. “Do you wanna talk about it.”

Yes, you thought. Although you were a bit afraid to talk to him about it.

“I overheard you and Stephanie,” you confessed, watching the last of the bubbles popping into oblivion instead of watching him.

He exhaled a sigh through his nose. “What do you wanna know?”

You shrugged, then grabbed for the wine again as you took another sip for courage. You then slouched back in the tub so you could look at the ceiling. “Do I really make people feel… inadequate?”

“If you’re asking if you’re a prissy, self-righteous bitch that belittles everyone around you, the answer is no.”

That was what you were asking, but you noted how he didn’t exactly answer your question. “But do I make people feel… less than?”

“You make me feel inadequate,” he said, and your heart sunk. “But it’s not a bad thing.”

“How?” you nearly shouted.

“Y/N…” he tilted his head. “You are smart - and focused. And fun. And you’re kind and… optimistic and beautiful. Of course you’re intimidating, but it doesn’t make me dislike you. It makes me want to do better. That’s how it should be. Don’t let insecure losers make you stop being you.”

Your heart fluttered, and you were both welcoming and rejecting the feeling. You wanted to be bitter and self-loathing right now. So, you did what any mature adult would do - you rolled your eyes. “You always know the right thing to say, it’s fucking annoying.”

“I’m not gonna sit here and watch you put yourself down. Y/N, you have nothing to feel ashamed about. Do not let them convince you otherwise - they have no right to criticize you.”

You nodded reluctantly, but still felt the need to retaliate in some way against the praise he was giving you. “Well,” you brought the wine to your lips again. “You’re pretty fucking amazing too. You’re more than adequate.” It sounded like sarcasm, but the message was very much true.

He sniffed a laugh. “Thanks.”

You moved on to the next question that had been burning a hole in your brain, keeping your eyes still trained on anything except Jungkook.

“So, Chris and Stephanie were together before I was with him?”

You could see him gnawing on his lip in your periphery. He bobbed his head. “Yeah.”

“And everyone knew except for me?”

“I don’t know who knew.”

“But you did.”

He nodded guiltily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what you knew, or if it mattered. As far as I know they were just casual with each other whenever they were in the same place. I should have told you though.”

You exhaled a resounding wheeze of defeat. “No… we weren’t close. I get it. You don’t need to be sorry.”

“I am sorry though.”

“Well stop saying you’re sorry,” you made a face and mimicked and mocked the words he had said to you so many times.

He laughed, and you realized how lucky you were to have someone who was okay with being your punching bag for a few minutes.

“Do you hate me?” he asked.

“That’s not it,” you rebuked. “I’m humiliated.”

“Why?”

“Oh, God,” you exhaled as you thought of all the reasons why. “I just keep picturing you looking at me drooling over him, and thinking that stupid girl.”

“That is not what I was thinking at all,” he retorted, offended by the suggestion.

“Well, what were you thinking? Because that’s what I would have been thinking.”

He went quiet for a moment – long enough to inspire you to stop staring at the paint above you and look over at him.

“I was thinking,” he began slowly, “that… I wish she would look at me like that.”

Butterflies, turned into birds. For a moment, you felt like you couldn't breathe. You swallowed when you realised the birds were making your throat want to clog up – which would soon lead to tears. You needed to fight back.

“Well…” you turned your head away and grabbed the wine. “You’re a better person than me I guess.”

He grinned a small, crooked smile, and he let a few of his fingers dip into the tub water to trace circles and patterns along the surface.

“We don’t have to go to this party, Y/N. I’m feeling drained. You probably feel 10x worse.”

“No,” you protested. “We should go. I think we could use a party, some good food, good people. I hope your friends aren’t evil sociopaths the way mine are.”

“As far as I know, they are not.”

“Good. We can get super drunk, and then, we can come home and have super sloppy drunk sex. I hope this town has Ubers.”

“We have taxis, and I like your plan.”

You looked over to him, now feeling light and a touch revitalized. You noticed a smear of paint dried over his neck, and you reached out with your thumb to wipe it off.

“You need cleaned up,” you stated. “Wanna join me? The water is cold.”

“Of course,” he agreed with a laugh. Then he stood up an began to strip, and you let your eyes roam gluttonously over every inch of flesh he revealed. Then, he stepped into the tub, turned his back on you, sat between your legs, and closed his eyes as he rested his head over your chest.

You instinctively began combing your fingers through his long, thick, dark hair – dampening the strands with your wet fingers.

“Mmm,” he groaned when you scratched your nails through his scalp. “That feels good.”

“I’m gonna wash your hair. I may never see a tub this big again so you’re gonna hafta just go with it.”

“No complaints here.”

You reached over for the shampoo, and while you did, he grabbed your wine glass and took a generous sip of his own – then he handed it over his shoulder so you too could take a gulp.

You took your time as you moved the suds and bubbles through his hair, and took even more time to massage and scratch his scalp the way that made him nearly pant like a dog getting a good scratch.

“Finish that drink so I can use the glass to rinse,” you told him when you were about halfway through, which prompted him to only drink the wine slower.

“Sooo,” you sung as you prepped yourself to strike up the conversation again about what you had heard when you were eavesdropping. “You used to ask about me?”

His eyes were still closed, but a bashful grin lined his face. “Sometimes.”

“Why?” you teased.

He shrugged, “I had a crush.”

“We barely knew each other,” you mocked, then grabbed the wine goblet from his hands and downed the rest yourself.

“Well, Y/N,” he sighed. “That’s how crushes work. They don’t always make sense. You see someone, they spark something in you, then you spend the next however long crafting some fantasy about who they are until you’re completely obsessed with basically a figment of your imagination.”

“Be still my beating heart,” you retorted, then you dunked the glass under the water and filled it. You shielded his eyes with your palm, then poured the water through his hair to rinse out the soap. “And how is the reality comparing to the fantasy?”

“Oh, so much better,” he smiled.

Your heart fluttered again, only this time you let it exist without a second thought.

“Y/N?” he called your name, and you sensed there was a little less playfulness in what he was about to say.

“Yes?”

“How about… from now on… let’s not make this about them. What do you say? Just you and me going forward?”

He was being a touch vague, but you knew what he was referring to. He wanted to put the revenge scheme to bed. He didn’t want your “arrangement” to be infiltrated by the people who ultimately brought you together. You weren’t sure what exactly his goal was… was it a relationship… or just a good, adult fun time until it was all over - kind of like a summer vacation fling. Regardless, what he was asking for at least was to lose some of the baggage. Whatever came after that, you were willing to deal with later.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I think we can do that. All clean,” you announced when you had succeeded in rinsing out all the soap. Now, it was time to pursue another big bathtub fantasy.

You leaned down, first placing a kiss to his temple, then you licked the shell of his ear. “How much time do we have until we need to leave?” you whispered into his ear, as you dropped your hands under the water, and quickly found the valley and canyons of his torso.

“Um,” you saw his Adam’s Apple bob long in his throat. “Like an hour?”

“Good,” you let your hands travel further south, until you found his cock, already awakening beneath the surface. “I only need five minutes.”

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Hi dear author, i just wanna tell you The Art Of Revenge is such a masterpiece! I am on the edge of my seat right now, cant wait for more angst to reveal! I hope JK and Oc give them fools a lesson of their life. Flung them to mars or something

Thank-you! I'll do my best, but unless I reveal that JK is an agent for a secret space agency idk about flinging people to Mars haha we might hafta settle for a heavy scolding.

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That chapter 9 ending, I am ready for the drama!

I will do my best, haha!

The Art of Revenge (Chapter 9)

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Chapter 9

First, Jungkook was on top of you, kissing you tenderly in a session that was passionate but unrushed. His palms were dipped underneath the hem of your shirt, and were warming the squishy skin of your sides, while his thumbs brushed over the contours of your ribs.Your knees were pulled softly up to straddle around his hips, and your hands passed gently over his biceps, his shoulders and into his hair.

After minutes of heart teasingly sweet making out, he sat up and started pulling your shirt upwards towards your head. You crossed your arms over your torso, grabbed the hem and helped him peel it off you. He then reached for his shirt and did the same. He took a moment to pass a hand over your naked belly, and looked at your form with that appreciative and mesmerized gaze of his that had your head and your heart singing with warmth.

He leaned over you, catching your lips once more as his fingers began to pull apart the fastenings of your denim shorts. Sometimes, you love the feeling of his fingers undressing you more than you liked the feel of his body grinding against you. Those small touches over your clothes were sometimes like the microgasms to an orgasm. They were a promise for a finale, and thus, were just as arousing and sensual.

When he was done with the zipper, he sat up again and hooked his fingers into your waistband. You shimmied your hips as he stripped the shorts from your body, taking your panties along with them. You crossed your arms over your chest, grabbing the elastic of your slip-on bra, and pulling it too off your head.

Your skin began to tingle with the need to feel him against you. At any other time, he would stretch his strong body long to cover yours, and you would moan into his mouth as you appreciated how soft and smooth he felt naked against you. But this time, he didn’t - even though you could see that he wanted to. This time, he crawled out from your thighs which caged around him, then climbed off the bed to stand next to the nightstand. You watched him adoringly, drinking in his tall, broad, sculpted form as he pulled his pants off of himself, then opened the nightstand, and retrieved out the unused paints and long brushes. You laughed when you realized how prepared he was for this.

“We’re gonna make a mess of the sheets if we do it here,” you mused.

“Fuck the sheets,” he said, his voice low, and his tenor emphasizing how much he didn’t give a fuck about any sheets. He wanted nothing but you. And that knowledge made you smile as you bit down on your lip, and caused your legs to shuffle into new placements as your nether regions sung.

He placed the containers of paint beside you, then returned to his rightful place between your legs. He reached over and grabbed a pillow, then ordered you to lift your ass so he could stuff it under your back. He then grabbed you around the thighs and tugged you harshly against his groin, so you felt the stiff length of his erection long against your folds.

It was a tantalizing feeling. Hot, and arousing to have him pressed against you like that, but not grinding against you, or slipping in and out of you. But the contact - because the connection wasn’t necessarily about actively inducing pleasure - felt incredibly intimate. Like last night - after you both had come - when he didn’t retreat from you, and instead held himself inside you while you kissed and flirted and caressed each other. That sort of intimacy that came before you felt him growing hard inside you again, triggering you to fuck once more before bed.

Jungkook picked up the first container, the green one, and began inspecting the label.

“Green apple,” he announced.

“Maybe we should test each one out first?” you suggested, pushing yourself up from the mattress so you could sit in front of him. “I bet at least one of them is disgusting.”

“Good thinking,” he nodded.

You took the first initiative, sticking a finger into the paint - just a tiny amount since in your experience, things that were green apple flavored, but weren’t a green apple, were often terrible. You drew a small swirl just above his nipple, sensing how he licked his lips as you did. You then leaned forward, flattened your tongue, and laved over the paint in a long caress, now sensing the way air was rumbling in the back of his throat.

You sat straight again, tsking your tongue and your lips as you assessed the foreign flavor on your tongue that wasn’t the flavor of Jungkook’s skin. Then your face soured.

“Yeah,” your body shivered violently in response. “That’s rank.” You then shot your finger up in between the two of you. “Get it off.”

Jungkook’s face split into a wide, amused smile. He wrapped his hand around your wrist, then pulled your finger into his mouth - deep into his mouth - tightening his cheeks and tongue around your digit as he pulled and licked the green apple hell off your finger.

He looked thoughtful as he too assessed the flavor, then his jaw tensed and his nose scrunched as the bitter aftertaste hit him too.

“Mm mm,” he shook his head. “You’re right, that’s nasty. Let’s put that one away.”

He twisted the container closed and tossed it aside, while you reached for the pink coloured one. Strawberry. You didn’t have much hope for its flavor after the last fruit had been botched, but it was a pretty color and, well, sometimes you could be shallow like that.

Jungkook was more confident. He sampled first this time, and even used a paint brush.

“Lean back,” he said, and you did. Weighting yourself over your palms pressed into the mattress behind you, you angled your body so he could see more, and you pressed your junctions a little tighter together. With a healthy glob now brightening the muted color of the bristles, he drew a long, slow, wide line, starting at the base of your collar bone and tracing downward over your breast.

“Mmm,” you closed your eyes when the bristles painted over your tight and hardened nipple. The paint was cool, and the brush tickled, and it sent shivers through your system, enough for your hips to spark against his. You moaned again when Jungkook’s hot, wide tongue laved over the underside of your breast and began to lick upwards, over your nipple and towards your collar bone as he trekked the path he had drawn.

You really hoped Strawberry was gonna be the winner.

“It’s good,” Jungkook said after a moment of letting the flavor marinate.

“Yeah?” you asked, since he didn’t sound overly convinced - but then again, this was body paint, not a five-star restaurant.

He shrugged and nodded. You took the brush from him, then painted a line over the cording of his neck, twisted your fingers through his hair to stretch him long for you, then you too dove in with your tongue, and carefully tested the product for yourself. “Yeah,” you nodded after a moment passed. “It’s good. Let’s try a few more.”

That’s how the next while passed. You made a game of sampling each of the flavors. Sometimes, you'd round back to ones you already tried (accept the green apple) just incase you forgot; sometimes, you'd question if something might taste better if it was painted over another part of the body; and sometimes, you'd have an unfortunate mistake in which too much paint was used, and would need immediate oral cleanup.

The back and forth was fun, and sexy, and even though you were in a constant state of arousal, you sometimes forgot that what you were doing wasn’t just a game - it was supposed to lead to sex. Between the stolen kisses, there was just too much laughter and teasing and playful competition as you rolled your ways over each other and over the mattress, and fought for the brush and the canisters of paint. But eventually, things between you did heat up - first with Jungkook painting a long, snaking line of chocolate brown over your upper and inner thigh, then taking his sweet ass time to lick the remnants off you. By the time he was done, you were so wet for him that you thought you’d come on the spot if he flicked your clit even once with his tongue. But instead of eating something other than body paint, he grabbed a hold behind your knee, tugged roughly on your hip, and flipped you over so you were face first into the soiled sheets, and your ass was high and your pussy was throbbing in the air.

Minutes later, you were sure that every inch of your back and backside had been painted and licked by Jungkook, and you were also sure you were going to fucking die if he didn’t fuck you soon. You wanted him inside you so damn bad. No… you needed him inside you. And he damn well knew it. Your limbs were practically vibrating when he finally dragged his cock hard over your wet folds, and teased your entrance and clit with its dripping head.

“Please,” you begged him with a shaky breath, grinding yourself backwards and into his hips. “Please I need you, baby.”

“Yeah?” he said, and you could hear the mock in his voice. You hadn’t completely figured out his lexicon, but you knew that tone meant he either wanted to hear you beg again, or he was planning on torturing you. You prayed for the former, then swiveled your hips against him as you plotted how to ensure it was the former.

“Please, baby,” you let out an exaggerated groan. “I need your big dick inside me. I’m such a slut for it.”

You felt his dick twitch against you, and you smirked knowing you had tapped into his right frequency.

“Yeah?” he asked again, his voice a little deeper, and his hips now waving along with yours.

“Yeah, baby. You feel so good inside me. Your cock is so big.”

A heavy hand slithered its way up your spine, then snaked itself into your hair. His chest was then hot against your back, and his shallow breaths were now panting over your neck. “Yeah? You like my dick?”

“Yes,” you whispered, “I fucking love your dick–” you edged him on, your breath hitching mid-sentence when you felt his palm warm over your breast, “I need it.”

His hand then left your tit, and smoothed southward to play with your clit. Your back arched, and he pulled tighter on your hair to hold you bent just like he wanted. You could now feel the head of his cock teasing the entrance to your chamber, and as you continued to wave against each other, you became manic waiting for the wave that would have him buried deep in your guts.

“You need me?” he asked after another false pump that had you nearly crying.

“What the hell is this, twenty questions?” you blurted out, instantly regretting it, like your words might scare his cock away.

Smack! his hand clapped down on your ass, and you yelped - then you screeched as he slammed his cock deep inside you.

Whereas the foreplay with the paints was just that - play; the fucking was just that - fucking. Every punch of his hips felt like a slaughter to your senses. The sounds of his damp skin clapping against yours echoed off the vaulted ceilings of his bedroom. The wood of the bed and the springs of the mattress were creaking and whining with every downward stroke and upward pass.

When he flipped you back over, spread your legs wide, and thrusted himself into you again, the crack of the headboard against the wall joined in on the symphony.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh…” Jungkook’s groans became rhythmic and throaty, as opposed to your cries which were sporadic and pitched. You wrapped your arms tight around each other, sunk your fingers into each others skin, and fucked each other rough and dirty all the way to the top of the mountain.

“Come with me,” you murmured through your closing throat when you began to see the stars. “I’m gonna come.”

“I will, baby,” he groaned, then buried his face in your neck as he pumped himself harder and faster into you.

You sensed the moment he passed the point of no return. He threw his head back as his eyes rolled into his skull, and his breathing fired out of him in hisses as rapid as bullets.

You were right there with him, and the erotic feel of him coming undone inside you was enough to make you burst.

“Ugggghhhh,” he keened when he exploded - then he sobbed like he was in pain when he felt your climaxing inner walls begin to clench and flutter over his coming dick. You twisted your fingers through his scalp, pulling painfully on his locks as you tried to hold onto your sanity. Your foreheads pressed hard together, like they were battling for space and dominance. His arms twisted around your body like he was trying to cement you to him. Everything about you both wanted to be closer… wanted more.

When you were done riding the violent waves of ecstasy, Jungkook, reduced to nothing but dead weight, collapsed on top of you, and you morphed into a puddle of ooze beneath him, waiting for the return of your soul from the heavens.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N,” Jungkook gave a loud, and resounding sigh into the pillow behind your head which he was currently suffocating himself in. “Just fucking stay forever,” he said comically, prompting you to chuckle breathlessly.

“Uh, shit,” you purred as you palmed your forehead then brushed some flyaway strands off your face. “That was awesome. You're a great accounting partner.”

It was his turn to chuckle, and even the throaty, fucked out way he did was a turn on. He pulled his face from your crook, then dove in for a “thanks for letting me come inside you” kiss. You tugged on his hair, although less painfully than you had prior, and held his face to yours - prompting him to turn this kiss into yet another makeout. He was still inside you, and now, you had a goal of keeping him right the hell there until he was hard again. You craved that feeling of that subtle rise taking place inside you. It had been such a rush the last time.

You didn’t make it that far, however. In fact, you didn’t even make it close before you were interrupted by the sound of a car crawling up the gravel driveway. Jungkook pushed himself up on his elbows, and squinted towards the window with a confused and annoyed expression clearly painted across his face.

You couldn’t see the driveway from the angle you were at - the room was too elevated above the earth to see it from the bed - but your gaze instinctually followed the obvious sound of two car doors opening and slamming. “Did you forget about a client or something?”

“I… don’t think so…” Jungkook said slowly. “Maybe Colleen left something?”

You whimpered in protest as he slipped himself out of you, and he gave you an “I know” grimace as he went in search of his pants. You did the same, since you didn’t want to be hanging out stark naked in Jungkook’s bedroom while he had guests roaming the house.

As you struggled to slip your twisted bra over your back, a now dressed Jungkook went to the window to inspect.

“No fucking way,” he cursed.

“What?” you called to him - wondering if maybe your father had actually alerted the national guard and they had found you.

“It’s them,” Jungkook almost laughed in disbelief as he spoke. “Chris and Stephanie are here.”

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Hellooo! Just finished chapter 8 of Art of Revenge, I loved it of course! While there was certainly a dose of reality sinking in, I enjoyed the light hearted atmosphere, even if it was a house full of chaos 😆. You also had me all giggly at the kisses before leaving for town, throughly enjoyed every word of this and again, the allusion to a perhaps cosy ever after in a small town makes me very thrilled and excited for what comes next!

Happy writing!

Awww thank you so much I appreciate this. I was worried it was gonna feel too much like a filer chapter, but I thought it was important to take a break from le sex and let them sorta experience a bit of life together before we "go forward."

The Art of Revenge (Chapter 8)

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Chapter 8

You woke up the next morning bright and early after another night of great sex… like really, really great sex. You didn’t stay up all night, the way you had on your first night together, but you did make love until the early hours of the morning. But last night, everything between you was just so much more… intense.

You looked over to look at a sleeping Jungkook beside you, and admired the soft way his bare chest rose and fell with each of his deep breaths. It made you think of how good it felt when that chest of his was dragging over your hardened nipples, while he had you caged beneath him and was rolling his body into yours. You remembered the breathy way he moaned your name, or called you “baby” or told you how fucking good it felt to be inside you. And you remembered when he could no longer form words, how instead his appreciation and mounting pleasure began to wheeze out of him in whining pants. And when he came… God, you loved how he crushed your body, and the hard way he ground his pelvis into yours. Most of all, you remembered the feel of him shuttering in your arms with every single burst of pleasure he spilled into you.

The sex had been sensual, sweet, and dirty - and your minds and bodies had been so incredibly in sync. You marveled at how you had achieved such intimacy with someone you weren’t in a relationship with, nonetheless, someone you hardly knew. Wasn’t that kind of connection reserved for great loves? Or was it reserved for people who had no-strings arrangements? Was it the lack of attachment that allowed all your inhibitions to be cast aside - because you didn’t worry if he saw you completely undone, or cared that he knew how crazy he made you feel?

The sex had also been long and unrushed. Instead of fighting to come as many times as you could fit into a night, you both were patient… taking your time to pleasure each other, to tease each other, to drink in every single sensation, and bring yourselves to the brink over and over again - until finally you came, and it felt like every unsung orgasm had burst out of your soul all at once.

After it was all said and done, after you cleaned yourselves up in an unnecessarily long shower together, you changed the sheets (because, well, that was necessary.) Then, you crawled back into bed, and you fell asleep over his chest to the steady lullaby of his heartbeat, and the feeling of his fingers tracing the length of your spine.

Now, you looked past Jungkook to the alarm clock on his side of the bed. You were surprised to see it was barely half-past six. But after the week you had, you figured your survival response was kicking your REM cycle to the curb. You pulled yourself out of bed and tiptoed off towards the bathroom to clean up.

Fifteen-minutes later, you sat on the edge of the mattress, hovering over a still-sleeping Jungkook. Just as he had woken you up a couple days ago, you smoothed a palm gingerly over him, and called his name softly until he began to stir.

He opened his eyes, just enough to see that it was you above him, but then close them again as sleep fought to keep him from you.

“Hey,” he said groggily, stretching a blind hand out to touch you, finding gentle purchase over your wrist.

“I’m gonna go into town for a little bit,” you said softly.

“Mm,” he acknowledged with a subtle nod. “Just gimme a minute, I’ll come with you.”

“No, stay. Sleep. I’ll get out of your hair for a bit.”

“I like you in my hair.”

You bit down on your beaming smile. “Do you need anything?”

“Mmmm,” he hummed again as he thought. “Where are you going?”

“I was going to get a present for Hyejin.”

“You don’t need to do that. I got her something.”

“I want to. I’m just gonna get a bottle of wine.”

“I have wine. You can take one.”

“I wanna get out for a bit.”

A sleepy smirk curled his lips. “I said you’d get sick of me first.”

“That’s not it,” you chuckled. “I got some stuff I should check up on. You know… when the real world starts calling your truck looking for me, I figure I should do a check-in.”

“Okay,” he said, stroking his fingers along your arm. “Just promise to come back.”

“I promise. Text me if you think of something.”

He nodded, then went fairly still - you could tell sleep was overtaking him again. You moved to sit up, but before you could, Jungkook’s hand tightened around your wrist. You looked back at him.

“That’s not how you leave a man’s bed, Y/N,” he said.

You stifled a blush, then did as he asked. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him chaste and gentle, letting your lips linger a touch longer than they probably should.

“One more,” Jungkook mused when you pulled back. And once again you complied, kissing him a touch firmer and a touch longer.

“One more,” he said again.

“Last one,” you said sternly, kissing him a final time, then jumping to stand up before he could distract you from your schedule. With a sweet and self-satisfied smile on his face, he rolled over onto his side, showing off his impressive arms and muscular back, and pounded a squishy pillow beneath his body.

⁂

You were in town a little after 7AM, but since the liquor store wasn’t open for another hour, you grabbed yourself a coffee and a breakfast bagel, then parked your car in some lot overlooking the public beach, and jeered at all those eager go-getters who were jogging along the boardwalk. On any other day, you might have been one of those go-getters, but today, they just made you feel lazy.

You decided it was time to turn on your phone. You thought it might be a good idea to make sure your stepmother hadn’t forced your father to call in the military or something. You were relieved when you discovered no one had. You were also relieved that the volume of daily messages flooding your notifications had dropped significantly. People were getting your message: you didn’t want to be bothered.

The eviction notice for Chris was prepared by your lawyer, and she informed you that she sent it to him in a registered letter. She also emailed you a copy for your records, or for you to issue to him yourself. You fantasized about what he would look like if you were the one to hand it to him. You even workshopped a few punchy lines you could say. But then again, cutting him off from you cold turkey was thus far proving to be driving him mad. A registered letter would be just the cutthroat coldness he deserved. If you were lucky, from this point onward you may never have to see that man’s face ever again. Regardless of how he got the notice, however, this PDF in your box was a sobering reminder that this was really happening. This chapter of your life was officially beginning to close. You needed to start looking to begin a new chapter.

You also found another important email from your travel agent about the honeymoon trip. It was scheduled for the late fall, so you would have been escaping the first of the winter chill, then returning in time to celebrate your first Christmas together as a married couple. The first two weeks you were going to spend traveling like tourists, seeing historic landmarks, eating delicious foods, and appreciating the cultures of the places you visited. The final two weeks were a complete and total winddown at a romantic resort. You were going to spend your days lazily sunbathing in the sand, and making love every night to the soundtrack of crashing waves on the beach. You hadn’t been on a proper vacation in years - or ever, really - and your honeymoon was a dream trip. But you weren’t going anymore - and you almost hated Chris the most for that.

The email from your travel agent was full of apologies and regrets.

Yes, he was also a friend of yours, and yes, he had heard the news.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t be completely refunded for the trip. That didn’t seem so bad, except that the part that couldn’t be refunded equated to about half the cost. Poetic, since half of the parties involved caused the honeymoon’s demise. But the whole trip could be postponed for a year, or he could offer you vouchers which would be good for five. You had until the end of the month to decide. You typed out a reply to him, letting him know you would think about it, and asked him about other potential options. As you did, you began asking yourself the what-ifs of not canceling the trip. You had already blown away your vacation time by taking this month off, but perhaps they’d allow you to take an unpaid leave – emotional distress and all - and you could just go by yourself. Or perhaps you could take a friend with you. In the past, that friend would have been Stephanie, so that option was tricky. She had been your best friend and all - it’s not like there was a dugout full of best friends waiting for their turn at the plate. One would think a free month-long vacation would be something people would jump at. But the truth was, most of your friends were married with small kids, and had jobs that wouldn’t let them blow off work for a month.

Perhaps… Jungkook would go with you? If anyone had time, he would…

You licked your lips as you thought about it.

You could see it so vividly in your mind. Walking hand-in-hand through cobblestone streets, not unlike how you had already walked together along the streets of his town. You would have your bucket hat and dorky waist bag, and he would probably look like some cool Ray-Ban Sunglass model. You could also imagine how it would smell when you made love in your oceanside hotel room. The salty air, his natural scent mingling with sweat, and how amazing the cool breeze from the window would feel over your bare and heated skin.

Sitting alone in your car, your hips began to subtly move as you thought about it. It was a fantasy too perfect to ever be a reality. Today was only your third day together. Five days ago… or maybe six… you were engaged to be married to someone else. You lived hours away from each other already, and soon he’d be going on tour. You barely knew each other… this was just about sex. This was just about revenge.

But… when you thought about the way he touched you, and looked at you, and the way he fucked you… was it really all that crazy to think that there was more happening between you than sex and revenge? If you stayed with him longer – the way he had offered - would it be so unrealistic to think that after his tour, he’d be willing to jump on a plane with you and do it all again for another month? What if it became more than a month…

“You gotta stop,” you said out loud to yourself. Even if by some chance Jungkook was feeling the way you were feeling after only two nights together, you knew pursuing anything more right now would be stupid. You were grieving, and he was a warm body that showed you affection. Even with a level head, daydreaming about uprooting your life for a fuckbuddy after barely three days was insane. So certainly, and unlevel head couldn’t be trusted to know if your feelings were anything more than insecure need.

Maybe I need to leave, you kept this thought in your head, in case saying it out loud might make it happen. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay – for as long as he’d have you. But the longer you stayed… the more likely it was that you’d end up with two broken hearts in under thirty days. Maybe you should go back to your home… even though, as you thought about it, it didn’t feel like much of a home anymore.

“Not today,” you rationalized, shaking your head as you came to a resolution. You couldn’t leave him today. When you left him this morning, he made you promise that you would come back to him. You also said you would go to a party with him.

Plus, you looked up to a bright, clear, cloudless sky, it might rain today, and driving in the rain is unsafe.

Nope. Today would not be a good day to drive back to your broken life. You could check the weather tomorrow – and with any luck, it might actually look like it could rain.

With that, you tossed your phone into your purse, turned the ignition, rolled out of the parking lot, and made your way to the liquor store.

⁂

You wandered alone through town for another hour or so. It hadn’t been your intention - you were planning on returning to Jungkook’s house after you dealt with a few more break-up details and bought the wine. But as the town became more and more lively, you felt yourself drawn into it. It was a gem of a place - like something you would see in a movie or read about in a romance novel. A romance novel that probably wouldn’t have started out much unlike your own story. A heroine, escaping her big and busy life due to some tragedy, taking a pilgrimage to a quaint, coastal village to stay in the house her estranged Aunt had bequeathed to her, then falling in love with the hunky grounds keeper or something like that. Tragedy you had, inheritance you didn’t have, but hunky man you definitely had several times over. Two out of three. The question now was how the story was going to end. You didn’t know. But as you thought about it, as you walked the concrete sidewalks, and wandered through the farmers market, and peered into the restaurants and shops - which all seemed to have a live and in love display couple canoodling in their front windows - you wished he was there with you.

Your phone began to vibrate, and you were relieved to find Jungkook’s number pop up on the screen, and wondered if your fantastical thoughts had somehow willed him to call you. Maybe he’d meet you down here, and you could go on an adventure like you had the day before, and maybe even give his truck another test run.

“Hi,” you greeted him cheerfully.

“Heyyy,” he drawled out the greeting, and you knew something was up. “Where are you?”

“Still in town. What’s up?”

“Well… had a bit of an emergency up here, and I was hoping you could maybe do us a favour?”

Us? you wondered who the us in the equation was.

“Sure,” you replied.

“I’ve got some clients that showed up here needing to use the studio, and the lawn, and they want me to take some photos. They’re on a pretty tight deadline.”

“Oh?” you sounded surprised. Which was fair… this wasn’t the type of “emergency” you were used to getting called about.

“Yeah, sorry… If we could have scheduled it for another day I would have but… they won’t be here long though.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head. “It’s fine. You do what you need to do.”

“Thanks, babe.”

You went still when you heard the pet name roll so casually off his tongue. You couldn’t see him, but he seemed to pause as well as he registered the slip. “Babe” was something that was okay in the bedroom, but to be used outside of the bedroom was… different.

“Thing is…” he sounded sheepish now, like he was embarrassed about what he was about to say. “They need something from town, and I was hoping you could pick it up? And maybe some pizzas?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed. In fact you were relieved you could make yourself useful and finally find a way to help him out. “What do I need to get and how many pizzas?”

“Body paint. Specifically the edible kind.”

You paused again, tilting your head as your mind ticked with why on earth edible body paint would be needed for a photoshoot. “What kinda clients are these, Jungkook?” you teased.

“I swear, it's not a kinky thing,” he laughed. “Although, it could be if you’re into it.”

You smiled, “Maybe not in front of an audience.”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “Basically, my friend got a cool opportunity to be a costume and makeup artist for a theater production. But she needs to submit her proposal by tomorrow - hence the emergency. But, apparently some of the colors from the edible brand at the adult store look better or show up better on camera or something - and she is out.”

“Which colors do I need to get?”

“Umm…” he thought, then you heard him moving through his house, and then you heard the chatter of people in the background. “Colleen, what colors do you need?”

“They come in a pack. Can she get two?”

“Did you catch that?” Jungkook said to you.

“Yup. And where is this place.”

“Well, it’s a small town and all, so it’s in a strip mall right next to the highway exit, facing the road so that everyone can see your shame and gossip about it.”

“Oh, great. I was really looking to build a reputation for myself,” you mocked. “And where should I get the pizza?”

“Right next door. I’ll pay you when you get back?”

“Not unless you want me to tan your ass next,” you quipped, then began looking around you since you had just recklessly made a sex joke in the middle of a wholesome market full of people.

“Well, shit,” Jungkook laughed. “Try to keep it professional, Y/N. This is work.”

You rolled your eyes, "You literally just propositioned me with leftover edible body paint."

"Did I?" he feigned ignorance.

“Alright, buddy," you gave up with another laugh and another eye roll. "Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No. That’s all. Call me if you have trouble.”

“Will do. See you soon.”

⁂

Jungkook’s house looked like pure chaos when you returned. There were five cars, several people running across the lawn, a few more running in and out of the house, and equipment and props strung randomly across the property.

You went inside, smiling at a few frantic strangers with garment bags who rushed by you with a short and polite “hello!” then made your way to the kitchen to set down the pizzas. You hadn’t spotted Jungkook yet, but you deduced from the phone call that he would likely be in his studio. You took the paint packages you had bought, and made your way towards the studio - a bit excited since you hadn’t had the chance to see inside it yet.

The first thing you saw, however, stopped you in your tracks. There were two people - a man and a woman - standing on some sort of platform in the middle of the space. They were naked. Well… depending on ones definition of naked. They had on tight, shiny blue underpants, and the rest of their bodies were half covered in blue paint to match. You were also staring down two asses. The one on the left, the one in front of the man, definitely belonged to Jungkook. At this point, you could recognize that cake from the Hubble. He was bent over, with a canister of paint in one hand and a brush in the other, while he colored over the man’s legs. The other ass was that of a woman’s, also bent in front of the female model as she painted - and you reasonably assumed it was Colleen.

“Sorry,” you looked down and put your hand up like a visor to shield your eyes from the models. You weren’t sure what protocol was here when in the presence of nude professionals, or if you had broken it. “I brought the paint.

“You can look!” the woman model called to you, then laughed, “Everyone else has already seen it.”

That was a relief. You looked back up to meet the eyes of the artist in question, as well as Jungkook.

“Oh my God,” Colleen rushed up to you. “Thank-you so much! You’re a lifesaver,” she beamed, then aggressively grabbed the packages from your hands and began tearing them open.

Jungkook laughed at the exchange, then whinked at you before returning to his painting.

Poor Colleen looked frantic - and it made you feel frantic, like you should be doing something instead of just ogling over her work, her naked models, and your busy revenge partner's tight butt.

“Can I do anything to help?” you offered, and the question seemed to give her a stroke.

“Actually,” Jungkook jumped in, then walked over to you and handed you the paint and the brush. “Can you help with this for a bit? I’m gonna get my camera ready and take a few shots of the process. Is that okay?” he looked to Colleen.

“Perfect!” she sang.

“I’m really not a painter,” you warned.

“You don’t have to be,” Colleen said. “This is only the base coat, I just need you to slop it on, then I go back and do all the details. And then when you’re done, I’ve got four more models for you to paint, but Greg might be able to help by then.”

You didn’t know who Greg was, but, it was probably fair to assume he was one of the people darting across Jungkook’s grass.

“I’ll come back and help,” Jungkook said. “Just gimme 15.”

“Yeah, sure,” you nodded, although you didn’t sound sure.

Jungkook leaned in, offering you a polite “welcome home” kiss before he uttered a “thank-you,” then left the room.

You pursed your lips in a bashful line, then looked back to the models, catching both their stares on you - which then made your cheeks heat. You stepped up to the male model, which made you blush even further.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, although you weren’t sure what you were apologizing for. “I’ve never painted a strangers body before. Tell me if I’m being weird.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” the man shook his head empathetically, “I was swindled into this too, and now I’m seven tequila shots into the process. I’m well beyond feeling weird,” he then flung his arms to the side, offering himself like a sacrifice. “Just paint away and try to avoid my balls.”

You chuckled, and Colleen rolled her eyes.

⁂

The whole morning was wild, and rushed by at a pace that seemed inhumanely slow but also disturbingly quick. You were recruited for task after task, becoming yet another body running around the house and across the lawn. You didn’t even get a chance to grab a slice of the delicious smelling pizza - which was fine, since you didn’t even have the mindset to recognize if you were hungry or not.

By early afternoon, the models were painted, and then partially covered with whimsical garments small enough to make even pornstars blush. But the end result was remarkable. The models all looked like some sort of elven creatures. Their skin glimmering in various shades of blues, purples and greens, and adorned with intricate details to make them look like a truly undiscovered species - rather than guys and gals covered in body paint. Then the real photos began to happen, and you were once again put to work, holding up white sheets and mirror looking things to try to capture the proper lighting. This portion of the day was mostly under the direction of Jungkook, and it was endearing to see how he worked. Cool, calm, and casual. Just like he was the first day you saw him. And just like that first day, his presence commanded everyone’s attention. He gave clear, patient instruction, and it was clear he had a great eye for seeing and capturing things that others didn’t. He was a true artist, completely in his element and it made your chest swell with pride to watch him work.

By mid-afternoon, everything was completed, packed up, and the entourage that had invaded the property were barreling down the dirt road with a cloud of dust behind them. Jungkook spent the clean-up time making edits to the photos he took, and handed Colleen a drive of the best ones, before she gave him the tightest of hugs, then ducked into her car to speed off with the rest.

When you returned inside, you both crashed onto his giant bed, sprawling out your limbs, laying flat to stretch out your aching backs, and closed your eyes as you took in a few heavy breaths of air, and reveled in the sound of a once again quiet house.

“That was fun,” you said to him after a few minutes of much needed silence. “And pretty cool, I can’t believe how talented she is.”

“It’s pretty unique what she does,” Jungkook said, linking his hands up behind his head over the pillow. “There’s not a huge market for it yet, but it’s growing. Talent like that should be appreciated.”

“Mm hm,” you agreed, rolling your stiffened body over so you could cuddle yourself over his sturdy chest - a place you had become well accustomed to. “You’re really talented too. Have you ever thought of doing more with photography?”

You felt him shrug. “Yeah, I guess. But, I’ve got my graphic design stuff, and the band and all - who knows how long that will last. I’m not in a rush to run off with National Geographic. But maybe one day. Who knows?”

“How about your painting and digital stuff? Weren’t you supposed to do a gallery event or something?”

He dropped one of his hands and began softly tracing his fingers over your arm strung across his chest. “I didn’t know you knew about all that,” he sounded surprised. “Have you been stalking me, Y/N?”

“Maaaybee,” you said with a sheepish laugh. “Like I said, I needed to know you weren’t a serial killer.”

“Yeah, I was supposed to have a show. In town, but the gallery went under before I could.”

“Oh no!”

“Yeah, it was actually Hyejin’s gallery. That’s how we met. It’s hard to make a go of it up here.”

“Mm,” you nodded against him as you thought. Your work brain was beginning to spin. One of your past clients had been a gallery. Albeit the gallery, as far as you knew, was still fully functioning, and they were in a more populated place, but even then, you remembered how they struggled - and how rewarding it was when you helped them restructure their finances into something more viable. “I wonder if I could help?” you said out loud, mostly to yourself.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this is part of what I do. I look at the books, and help businesses navigate their finances. There’s tons of grants she could get for a place like that.”

“She could probably use the help, to be honest, I don’t think she’s all that moneywise. Actually a lotta people up here could use the help. You should set up your own practice.”

“There’s none around here?” you looked up at him, intrigued by the idea.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “I think most will get someone from the city. But, you know, it makes it tough when they're not here and don't get our economy. You’d make a killing - we love to support local.”

“Hm,” you nodded, raising your eyebrows and pursing your lips as you considered it. That would certainly be a sure-fire way to start over and put Chris and Stephanie far in your rearview mirror. You were selling your house and all already. You might have enough after the sale to start-up your own business - but it would be tight…

“I would be in on all the town gossip. I'd hear about all your skeletons, Jungkook," you smirked. "You find out a lot when you look at someone's books. Could you handle that?”

He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a mocking tone, “I think I’ll survive. Besides, what scandal would you discover? That I'm sleeping with the town's bookkeeper?"

Now that was a thrilling suggestion. An escape, a new home, a lovely new town, and still getting fucked on the regular? By Jungkook? Maybe more than just fucked? What a dream. A dream that you liked a little too much that, once again, it frightened you.

"Bookkeepers and accountants are two very different things, sir," you diverted with feigned offense.

"My mistake,” he feigned an apology. “What’s the difference?”

“Mmm…” you thought. “Well… technically, I guess an accountant can function as a bookkeeper too, but a bookkeeper needs their license to do accounting. Bookkeeping is like… recording and organizing finances. Accounting can be that, but we also analyze and find inefficiencies and report through proper channels. And, well…” you scrunched your nose, “…taxes.”

“Hmm,” he thought for a second. “So it’s like the difference between edible body paint and non-edible body paint? One can make something beautiful and the other can make something beautiful but can also act as nutrition?”

You snorted a laugh. “Umm… that’s a weird analogy, but I guess so.”

“I just wanted to circle back to the fact that we have an unused pack of edible body paint that’s been burning a hole in my mind all day.”

Desire instantaneously began flooding through your system. Between the long day and your aching muscles, you had nearly forgotten about your inspiring trip to the sex shop that morning, but now, it was all you could think about.

You pushed yourself off his chest, then crawled a little further up his body, so you could hover over him. “Well,” you gave him the most seductive look of approval you could offer. “I appreciate the reminder.” You leaned in and kissed him, which he graciously accepted. Then you whispered against his lips. “Let’s do some accounting,” you said, trying to sound sexy without snorting another laugh.

“Ooo, baby, I love when you talk dirty.”

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The Art of Revenge (Chapter 7)

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Chapter 7

“I just knew you would have some sorta kink like that,” you looked down at Jungkook, your eyes narrowing in playful accusation.

He cocked an eyebrow, not refuting the claim in the least, not even a touch shy about the taboo. “Is that something you’re into?”

It wasn’t something you were into, necessarily… but it wasn’t something you weren’t not into either. You had crawled out of a few beds with a couple reddened cheeks in your day, but the moments were always fairly standard: you face down on the mattress, ass high and knees parted; your partner pounding you from behind, idolizingly massaging the globes of your flesh, then sparking your skin with a hand or two for good measure, groaning as they admired how your skin rippled in waves. You *had liked it. That sudden, hot shock of hard contact and how it contrasted then merged with the heat of your pussy consuming a dick. Those moments were fleeting in your sex life, and you had never explored them as anything more than a mid-coitus love tap… but since it felt good, why hadn’t you?

“It’s something that I *could be into?” you stated your answer in the form of a question.

“Alright,” Jungkook’s eyes twinkled with a dark, salacious sparkle. “Bend over and I’ll teach you a lesson.”

You weren’t sure which lesson he was referring to… the art of spanking fetishes, or the decorum of foot-jobbing someone out of paying for a brunch bill. Regardless, your skin and blood was beginning to tingle with the feeling of weightless lust, and your groin was beginning to moisten with the need to be pleasured again.

You unwrapped your arm from around his neck, and together you shifted in the tight space, until your knees were pressed into his seat, your torso was stretched over his lap, your palms were purchased over *your seat, and your ass was staring him in the face (and probably any unsuspecting locals who might be pulling their own trucks up the dirt road at any moment.)

Jungkook rubbed his palm heavy and firm over the leggings that guarded the rounded hills of your backside. Then his fingers hooked beneath the fabric at the top of your tailbone, and he pulled… peeling the spandex slowly down, revealing the inches of bouncy flesh and muscle, exposing your skin, until you could feel the humid air of summer waft over your dampened folds. You nibbled on your lip, stifling a small moan that wanted to escape. He wasn’t even touching you - but the feeling of being bare and vulnerable for him was doing things to your libido.

Jungkook, however, shamelessly hummed a throaty growl of appreciation as he smoothed his hand lengthwise across your butt. He then palmed its rounds southward - squeezing his fingers into the squishy clay. “God, you have a great ass, Y/N.”

You yelped as he pinched you, but your cry was only 10% shock - the rest was a dark and bubbling erotic plea for more.

His hand slid further south, over your crack, causing you to tense ever so slightly as it passed over the hidden crevice between your cheeks. You wondered - if you stuck around until Sunday - or longer - how soon you might be discovering that assplay was another interest in Jungkook’s repertoire. You had tried it before with Chris, and it had been a spectacular disaster.

*Fuck Chris! you silently cursed. Jungkook wasn’t him. Jungkook was methodical. Tender when he needed to be, and rough only when you deserved it. You’d bet the house you were about to sell that he would know how to do it right.

Today, however, was not the day for *that discovery. Jungkook’s palm curved deeper between your legs, and you gasped in an audible choke of air when his fingers knitted their way through your folds, and found your clit still hard and wanting.

You closed your eyes and bit harder on your lip, as you focused all your attention on the pleasure of him touching you. He circled your clit with his middle and ring finger, then stroked downward, splitting your lips apart, touching every lick of your pussy the pads of his fingers could find. His thumb leading the campaign - it smoothed up and back through the canyon between your cheeks, as his fingers slithered through your wetness. You tensed again as it teased your *other entrance with its mere proximity, but you relaxed a little more with each pass.

“Mm,” you pursed your lips, as you felt the familiar tingle of arousal ignite throughout your hollow.

*Smack! Jungkook’s hand came down hard over your ass.

“Ugh!” you screeched, and your body lurched forward over your arms to escape the assault. It was an instinctive reaction to pain. But pain never really quite came. There was a heat, a spark, a tingle of sensations. It wasn’t comfortable - but it also wasn’t all that uncomfortable either. You retreated from your escape, leaning back towards him, delivering your buttocks to his face once more.

“You like that?” Jungkook asked. He was genuinely asking - but something in his voice was also knowing. Like he already had his answer. There was also something ragged and primal behind his words - he was turned on.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good girl,” he said, and you could hear the wry smile in him, even though you couldn’t see it.

He went back to stroking your pussy, but you were on edge as he did. You weren’t sure when the next blow was coming, and it made your body feel neurotic. But it also made your every fiber immensely more sensitive. Your skin felt delicate and thin, your clit seemed to have adopted another few thousand nerves, and everything that encased it popped with unending energy.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook,” you exhaled a low, resounding sigh, shaking your head as if you were disciplining how fucking good his fingers were behaving.

“Ahhhh!” you shouted into the truck, as his hand slapped you again, a little harder than the last time. Instead of leaning away from the impact the way you had before, your back arched. But it bowed just as quickly, as Jungkook started rubbing your clit right away.

As his hand slipped up and down along your core, your hips began to move back and forth over his lap, trying to grind itself against anything it could, even though there was nothing but air to grind.

“Oh-my-God--” your voice caught in your throat as Jungkook surprised your system by stuffing two thick fingers inside you. He stroked the velvet rugae of your walls, slipping easily in and out of you, and bending at the knuckles when he wanted to explore you further.

*Smack! this slap echoed through the trees outlining the gravel parking lot. But you didn’t even have time to yell the “fuck!” you wanted to curse before he plunged his fingers deep into you again, and started fucking you with an intensity that made your elbows begin to shake.

“Oh, shit, Y/N,” he said, his voice trembling like he was the one on the brink of coming. “Your making a pretty little mess of my pants.”

*Smack! he hit you again, then fucked you again. He didn’t give you time to absorb the pain before he brought you pleasure - but it was becoming clear to you that they were basically one in the same. Every shock of his hand made your pussy pulse into a higher plane of pleasure. If he stopped stroking you all together, spanking you might be enough to make you see the face of God.

But that was not his plan. In fact, he wanted to step it up a notch.

His left hand, which was doing double duty as the bringer of pain and the bringer of finger sex, was tagging in his right hand for the latter. His left hand withdrew from you, and began gingerly circling the patches of red hot handprints all over your flesh. His right hand, now scooped under your belly, snaked its way over your pelvis, sunk its fingers inside your chamber, and ground its heel into your clit.

It took a few exploratory thrusts, then it two began pumping you at a manic pace - clamping fingers over ridges, flapping wildly against walls, pressing pleasure points like they were buttons on a pinball machine. Then he spanked you again, and then the lines between pain and pleasure disintegrated completely. They were no longer “basically one in the same,” they *were the same... they were something more.

No breath escaped you that wasn’t accompanied by a pitch, sobbing cry of sexual rapture. Your ass began to bob, begging to feel his hand hit you again - your hips waved violently, trying to grind yourself against his fingers. You were getting so fucking close…

“You were a bad girl today, Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice was patronizing... and hot as sin. “I wanted to take you out for breakfast. Why didn’t you let me?”

*Smack!

“Shit!” your body heaved, and his fingers dug unnaturally deep into your guts. “Because…”

“Because why?”

“Fuck. I don’t know!”

He slowed his motions inside you, letting you have a piece of your mind back - but you weren’t so sure you wanted it back.

“Are you not grateful?” he asked.

“God,” you sounded exasperated, “I’m so fucking grateful, Jungkook."

You heard him chuckle, then you felt his fingers begin to stretch and curl again.

“Are you gonna behave from now on?” he asked.

“I don’t know what the right answer is!” you blurted out - since “misbehaving” was turning out to be rather rewarding.

“You wanna come, Y/N?”

“Yes, please!” you pleaded.

“Are you gonna let me pay for dinner tomorrow night?”

"At this point, I’ll fucking pay you to pay for dinner," you retorted.

*Smack!

“Yes,” you sobbed. “You can pay. Make me come!”

Jungkook’s hands once again swapped assignments. His right hand slipped out of you, then scratched itself through your scalp, grabbing a fist full of hair, tugging your head back, and bending your spine into a position that nearly immobilized you. The left slipped between your cheeks, then back into your pussy, and began fucking you hard and wild - instantly making your thighs quiver and shake with the telltale signs of an impending and explosive orgasm.

As prone as you felt, it seemed like everything about you was constricting: Your throat felt as if it was closing, like you couldn’t scream out all the cusses and moans you wanted to let loose; your ligaments all seemed to tighten, like you might never stand straight again if given the opportunity; and your pelvic muscles clamped down hard on Jungkook’s fingers, like your body was trying to suck them into you for eternity.

“Ugh! Uh! Uhhh! you choked out as you began to see white splotches invade the blacks of your closed eyelids. Then, with a final spank and a final sob that died in your throat, you exploded. Your body went entirely rigid. Every nerve ending imploded in on itself, then ploomed outward like the mushroom cloud of an atomic bomb. Pleasure thundered its way through your entire system, forcing a rush of wetness to stream out of your pussy, and drench Jungkook’s wrist. Jungkook kept flapping his way through your organs, and your body heaved as a second wave crushed you, spurting more of your juices to drip down your leg.

When you began to come down, Jungkook released your hair, and wrapped his arm under your body - supporting your weight and your precarious position in his strong arms. As more of the euphoria slipped away, more of the hot throb of your backside came into your consciousness. Then the feel of Jungkook’s lips, pressing softly over the red marks, came into your consciousness as well.

“You okay?” he asked gently, kissing the base of your spine.

“I’m fucking amazing,” you exhaled - and once again, you thought you could hear his smile. You moved to sit upwards, or crawl into the passenger's seat… or something. It was all a bit awkward, and at some point you did set off the horn with your hip. But somehow, under Jungkook’s not-so-helpful guidance, you pulled your pants up, found yourself back in the passenger's seat, but also found Jungkook with you.

He kneeled on the floor in front of you, and you sat on the edge of the bucket, your legs flanking his obliques, his hands at your waist, your arms around his neck, and his mouth over yours.

You couldn’t feel him against you, but you could still sense how his rock hard cock was straining against his pants. He had only pleasured you, and it was clearly a turn on for him - you felt terrible for the agony he was probably feeling. You knew you would be going crazy if you were in his position. Hell, even moments after coming yourself, you were already going crazy. You wanted him inside you again - not just his fingers… him. You were sure you were probably crazy sensitive down there, and that even the minorist of touches would feel like fire - but you wanted them anyway.

You slid a hand over his shoulder, then down his chest, tracing your fingers over the cotton covering his abdominals, remembering vividly how magnificent they looked last night in orange sunsets and the pale moonlights. Especially remembering how they contracted when he thrusted into you, or how they pulsed when he came inside you.

You then playfully danced your fingers along the waistband of his pants. It was enough to cause a gasping sob to escape him, and break the smooth and even way he was kissing you.

He moved to resume your lip lock, but all he could find was a very self-satisfied grin splitting your mouth. “You want me to touch you, baby?” you whispered, as you started to unfasten the button of his pants. From the first time since you met him, he always seemed so cool, calm, and collected. Even when he was pounding you senseless, and he was strangling out his pre-orgasm moans, he always managed to have an autarchic control over himself. But now, in his truck, kneeling before you, his forehead pressed to yours, your hands tickling the area around his need, a lot of that control seemed to have shredded.

His chest rose high and fell heavy with each of his breaths. He nodded against you. “I still want to fuck you, though,” he whispered. “I wanna come when I’m inside you.”

“You can,” you smiled, giddy that he wanted you so badly, and how it might lead to another orgasm for you. You closed your mouth over his once more, deepening your connection with your tongue, while your hands worked away at his zipper. Jungkook kissed you back with a sensual passion, breaking the kiss for only a moment so he could strip himself of his shirt. But the moment it was gone, his lips were back on yours.

You shuffled his pants down, taking his boxers with them, letting his cock spring free and slap against his stomach. You reached for it, and his breath hitched the moment you wrapped your fingers around his girth. You slid your palm over his head, and felt the distinct slippery wetness of pre-cum beading out of him. You twisted your wrist south, spreading the moisture all around him, and reveled at how his breathing changed when you did. It wasn’t enough lube, though - at least not for your purposes. You wanted to give him what he deserved. You released his cock, broke your kiss, then brought both your flattened hands up in front of his face.

“Spit,” you instructed him. He didn’t waste a second. He pinched your fingers between his as he lined up his target, and with a tensing of his jaw and swirl of his tongue, he delivered his saliva into one palm, then did the same with the other. You reached down again, now rubbing him fully as you greased up his shaft, which quickly turned into long, squeezing, and methodical pumps of your wrists.

Jungkook’s hip’s wanted to start moving the moment you made your first pass. He wanted to thrust into your fist, feel the bumps of your fingers ripple over his nerves, feel the heat of your palm warm him, and his cock pulsing inside the tightness of your grip. It wasn’t long until he gave into the instinct. Your hands moved too smoothly over his cock, twisted around him just the way he liked, and tugged at his balls just enough to make him crazy. Soon enough his hips were waving in sync with your every pump. His stone carved abs were trembling before your eyes, underneath droplets of sweat that pooled over each crevasse.

“Yeah, baby,” Jungkook mewled, his call accompanied by his fingers twisting into your lingerie. “I’m– I’m gonna– fuck—”

He tried to warn you of his impending release, but it died in his throat when your fingers found that sweet button behind his balls.

“Oh… shit…” he keened again, dropping his head to your shoulder, his hands now finding the flesh beneath your lingerie, and twisting your skin like it too was made of lace and silk. “Just like that. Shit!”

You pumped harder and faster, and the pitches of his sobs raised octave by octave as they matched his every leaping step enroute to his crescendo.

“You gonna come, baby?” you whispered into his ear with the same patronizing tone he had used on you not all that long ago. “You gonna make a pretty little mess all over my outfit?”

“Fuck, Y/N!” he bit into your shoulder, and pulled hard on your ass - nearly dragging you off your seat and onto him. His torso began to wave violently, and his grip on you became painful. “I’m– I– uh! Ugh!”

You felt his climax erupt within him. It was so intense you could have sworn you were feeling it yourself. His cock sputtered ribbons of white all over your dainty bodice, his hands squeezed with strength and released in weakness over your hips, and his muffled whimpers into your neck matched the way his body trembled around you.

He was such an erotic sight to behold - you never knew that dropping a hand could reap such rewards. Fuck, if you were his girl, you were sure there would be carpal tunnel in your future, since you’d spend your days chasing the high his high was giving you right now. It was such a damn turn on. Too much of a turn on since your recently satiated sex organs seemed to revive with the need for more.

Jungkook kissed you graciously, putting every word he couldn’t speak into a liplock.

“I’m not done yet,” he gruffed, and you perked at the return of his authoritative demeanor. “Take off your pants and turn around.”

You did as you were told, peeling your leggings off your body, and turning in the bucket seat. You weren’t quite sure what position he wanted you in this time, until he pulled the side lever which forced the seat to recline.

*Got it, you thought. He wants to see my ass again.

You weren’t exactly wrong. As you hugged yourself to the reclined back of the chair, Jungkook’s hands clapped firmly over each of your cheeks. He massaged them with circular motions and kneading fingers, until he lifted them both high and spread them wide. You first felt the tip of his nose press into your pussy, then his hot lips and wet tongue followed as he consumed you in his mouth.

“Mmm,” he moaned as he tasted you, and the vibrations rippled through your system, until you too were moaning with him.

You could hear the sloppy sounds of his tongue lapping you up as he licked you well and clean. Your hips began to rock into his face, begging for his tongue to please you further. He then began sucking his way upward, through the valley he had exposed between your ass cheeks, making his ascent north, inch by inch by inch…

*He’s going for it, you thought, bracing yourself for the foreign sensation you had only experienced once or twice. Then you sniffed a grin as you mentally patted yourself on the back. *I knew it.

“What are you laughing about up there?” Jungkook asked. You were surprised he had caught you.

“I’m just speculating that you’re an ass man in every respect.”

He dipped low, and licked another hot line along the length of your pussy, and you melted into the chair and his tongue.

“I am,” he affirmed, as he nibbled his way north again. You braced yourself again, licking your teeth as your waiting became longing, as his nips turned to sucks then to licks. Then… finally… you felt heat and wetness close sensually over your neglected and forbidden cave.

Forbidden it was. Foreign it felt. But a degenerate desire and unholy pleasure curled your toes. A small noise escaped you, and it was twisted with uncertainty and arousal.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, before he went in for another lap.

“N-no… Not exactly,” you admitted.

“You’ve tried?” he guessed correctly.

“Yes. Oh!” you keened as the strange and confusing feelings of his tongue around your hole were solidifying into something more agreeable.

“Did you not like it?”

“I… um… don’t think we did it right.”

“Do you like me kissing you here?”

“Yes…”

“Good. Maybe one day, we can do it right,” he said. The idea made your heart begin to pound. It was scary and also enticing - as was the suggestion that you might spend enough time with Jungkook for there to indeed be a “one day.”

“Maybe one day,” you replied hesitantly.

Jungkook then began kissing a line up the length of your spine, crawling his body slowly up the chair, covering your form with his solid weight and tacky skin - until he was licking the shell of your earlobe, and you could feel the tip of his once again erect cock pressing against your folds.

“Just fuck me,” you demanded, your voice dropping into something authoritative.

*Smack! You felt his hand clap hard over your ass.

“Where are your manners, Y/N?”

“Please, fuck me,” you now pleaded. It wasn’t taking much these days to reduce you to an unscrupulous beggar.

“Good girl,” he said, then in one swift, hard motion, he slammed himself deep in you - the impact of your bodies making a deafening thud.

He withdrew, and fucked hard again, piercing the air straight out of your lungs. His hands found purchase over yours, which clung to the shoulders of the downturned chair, and he used it as leverage to pull himself into you, pounding you harder and firmer and faster with great ease.

You felt so used, and well rode against his ruthless onslaught - but you loved every single second of it. You loved how his body crashed and waved against yours, loved the clapping sounds of his pelvis slapping against your ass, loved the soft and not-so-soft groans he cursed into your ear. Most of all, you loved how full his cock made you feel - how it seemed to reach into depths you hadn’t broached before, and abrase pleasure spots that had been long untouched.

He dropped a hand, snaking it around your waist and between your legs, and began swirling your clit.

Once again, he circled and kneaded the bud the way you liked, and - once again - you stepped onto the path that led you up a mountain to the ledge where you would inevitably soar off. You announced your inclining pleasure with every exhale you made. You felt sweat begin to drip down the bodice of your lingerie, and you weren't sure if it was the heat of your arousal, the strain of your muscles or the humid weather wafting through the truck that caused it - but you didn’t care either way. Jungkook’s body was now slippery against yours, and you wished you were facing him, so you could lick the thick cording of his neck and taste his salt on your tongue.

The erotic thought made your pussy pulse and flutter around Jungkook’s cock, and he mewled something primal as you tightened around him.

“Fuck!” you both yelped at the same time - although it had nothing to do with sex. A noise - which also had nothing to do with sex - had suddenly chimed loud through the truck, and you both jumped wondering what the hell it was. You looked behind you - since you were pretty sure the chair’s headrest you were staring at wasn’t the thing yelling at you.

You noticed the dashboard touchscreen lighting up with an incoming phone call, and you glared at it, willing it to die a painful death since it was the reason Jungkook’s cock was no longer stuffed inside you. Jungkook looked at it too, but he was ready to ignore it since - well - he was busy. But then the number, which the system referred to as an coming from an “Unknown Caller” registered in your brain, and you froze. You recognized that number without question. It was Chris…

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, noticing the subtle shift in you.

“It’s him,” you nodded towards the dash. You began shuffling around in the seat. “I assume he’s trying to call you because my phone is off.”

You began to shuffle around in the chair to sit proper. It wasn’t a conscious choice really, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Someone was calling the truck while you were in the truck… isn’t that what you do? But it couldn’t have been the right thing to do… because a moment ago you had forgotten your own name, and now, you were remembering your ex’s name. How could that be the right thing?

Jungkook looked concerningly down at you for a moment, but when he saw your wide eyes swirling with a “what should we do?” look about them, he turned back to the screen, and looked thoughtfully at it.

“I think I should talk to him,” he suggested. There was definitely a scheme in there somewhere. He reached underneath your knees, and tugged them gently towards him, guiding you to slide a bit further down the seat, and for you to rest your feet on the dashboard behind him. You looked up at him with an inviting salacity, delighted by this change in position: you were going to get great leverage if he fucked you like this. And the thought that Chris might hear it…

The phone call died after the fifth ring, and a little vindictive hope inside you died with it.

“He’ll call back,” Jungkook said. He took his cock in his fist, and brought the tip to your pussy. But instead of plunging inside you, and picking up where you two had left off, he lazily pushed the tip around your core… tapping your clit, splitting your folds, pressing against your entrance with no intent to infiltrate. You licked your lower lip as your body rocked and waved with every single taunting touch. “I think when he does, he and I should have a talk. I might need to thank him for being such a useless prick.”

He pressed his hips forward, letting the tip of his dick breach your folds - but he still gave you nothing. Your walls still clamped around the nothing, over and over, trying to beckon his cock into it.

“Should I, Y/N?” he tilted his head. “Should I thank him for sending me the finest fucking ass he’s ever seen?”

“I think you should,” you said. You tightened your knees around his waist, and tried to pull him forward, and force his cock to conquer at least a real inch. But Jungkook instead gave you a mile - sinking himself deep inside you - humming a delicious moan the whole damn way.

“Mm, baby, You feel so good. I’m gonna tell him how good you feel.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm hm,” he nodded as he sucked on his lower lip.

“Maybe I should tell him how big your cock is? And how good you fuck me with it?”

“Mmmm, yeah? I think you should, baby.” He began moving, slipping in and out of you at a strength that wouldn’t have you coming too quickly, but would definitely have you writhing the entire damn way.

“Yeah, just like that,” you encouraged him, brushing your hands along his forearms which connected to your hips. “You–”

The screen lit up again, ringing through the truck - and sure enough, Chris’s phone number flashed again across the screen.

“Him?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at you, double-checking that it was in fact Chris. You nodded, then went to work admiring Jungkook’s pebbled stomach with your finger tips.

Jungkook reached over, and pressed the screen. The ringing stopped, and after a pause, you could hear the recognizable sound of someone using their car phone. Chris was driving somewhere.

“Hey, man,” Jungkook greeted - although his voice was more of a gloat than a salutation. That could have been a part of his bit, or it could be because he had just slipped himself balls deep inside you.

But, Chris’s voice didn’t come through the phone… Instead the voice that filled the truck was that of Stephanie.

“Jung… Jungkook?”

You both looked at each other with tilted expressions. Obviously neither of you saw that one coming. But something dark and sinister flashed across Jungkook’s gaze, and you knew then that this was still on, and that something else was up.

“Hey, Steph,” Jungkook said. Same arrogant tone, but with more of an edge. He slipped his cock smoothly down your chamber, then slammed it a touch harder back into your gut. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“You wouldn’t answer my calls.”

“I blocked your number long ago, Steph, you know that,” he said, and you heard a touch of anger in his words. He pulled out, and pushed in again, this time he let his hips lay hard over yours, and you felt his pelvis crush against your clit. Your back tried to arch, and a whimper fought to escape your tongue. But Jungkook slid a hand over your mouth, and muffled any noises you wanted to make. “By the way,” he continued. “I want to thank you for finally sending a woman my way instead of scaring them away from me.”

“Jung…” Stephanie sounded instantly defensive. “That’s not what happened! I explained myself already. Look, I just need to know if you spoke to her.”

“Of course I have,” he started grinding his hips into yours, thrusting up and down your chamber with shallow, consistent waves.

“Is she with you?”

He grinned knowingly and devilishly down at you, and your eyes matched his smile - since your mouth was still covered. “She is.”

“Jungkook, listen, I don’t know what she told you but you cannot believe her. She is not stable right now, okay? We’re really worried about her.”

Your eyes now told a different story. One of “what the fuck” and anger. Why on earth would *she call *you “unstable” when she was the one who fucked your fiancé?!

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he gave you a reassuring “she’s insane” shake of his head. “Oh, I don’t know about that, Steph. She seems pretty damn stable to me. You feel good, right baby?”

The phone went silent, save for the sounds of wind and cars whizzing by on the highway.

“She’s *with you right now?” Stephanie’s voice seemed to tremble, even though she was clearly trying to keep her cool.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a wicked grin as he eyed over the body he was in and hovering over. “She’s underneath me right now.”

“What the fuck?!” you heard Chris’s voice suddenly and your eyes widened. He was in the car with Stephanie and had been listening this whole time. He was in the car with Stephanie? Of course he was, they were calling you on his phone, but still... What the actual fuck?!

“Christopher,” Jungkook withdrew his hand from your mouth, brought it back to your hip, and began pounding into you just a touch harder, reminding your anger that it was best dealt with via pleasing physical exercise. “Man, I gotta say, you really fumble the bag. This pussy is fucking spectacular.”

“Jungkook!” Stephanie scolded, and you could see the stupid look on her face form itself in your mind. Your eyes sharpened, and you dug your tongue into your cheek as you smiled a diabolic telepathic message to Jungkook that said: Fuck me harder!

He did, then he let his next words gravel just a touch. “Really fucking spectacular.”

“Put her on the phone” Chris then growled. Seemed as though he and Stephanie hadn’t quite realized what was happening on the other end of the phone. You needed to step it up a notch.

“Mmm,” Jungkook pretended to think about it. “I think she might not be able to form long sentences right now. Ain’t that right, baby?” he asked you, but punctuated his question with a sharp, hard slam of his hips - one that echoed through the truck and was sure to be heard by Chris and Stephanie. Perhaps it wasn’t enough to clue them in completely, but they would definitely become suspicious. But when the long, strangled “ohhh!” escaped your lips, they would both need to be total morons to not figure it out.

“But I’ll tell you,” Jungkook continued speaking, but also continued thrusting - the clapping of his skin on yours now becoming steady background music. “She’s got this pretty little lacey thing on. I think she was gonna wear it for you on your honeymoon and all, but, uh, sorry man, it’s got my cum all over it now.”

“Oh, shit!” you keened - although this aroused call was all about Jungkook’s filthy mouth, and all the ways you knew it was making Chris and Stephanie bothered.

“How fucking dare you?!” Chris cussed.

*The audacity.

“How *dare who, Chris? The perfect ten you fucked around on, or me, the man who gave her exactly what she wanted?” Jungkook then stopped his rhythmic thrusts and tilted his head as he looked down at you. Then he stroked his cock long and slow into you, making you writhe and squirm and dig your nails into his skin. “I give you what you want, right baby?” he said, as he rolled a heavy circle into your clit.

“Fuck… yes,” you breathed.

“And what she wants is this big dick,” Jungkook directed at Chris again, then looked to you again. “Don’t you, baby?”

“I love your big dick,” you affirmed, albeit, a little more dramatically than necessary. But who the fuck cared?

“You like the way I fuck you?” Jungkook asked you, repeating his strokes and presses.

“Yes,” you gulped.

“Do I fuck you better than him?”

You didn’t even need to lie when you told him, “So much better!”

Jungkook withdrew his hips, then slammed into you again. Hard, fast, wet, and strong. A strength that would have you shuffled inches up the mattress. But your body didn’t move a touch. The bucket seat, your feet on the dash - you had nowhere to go. You had nowhere to escape from the ruthless slaughter of Jungkook’s hips. He could, and was, pounding you like he was trying to break you, and you were trapped, unable to do anything but take it.

It was euphoric.

You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes hard and hot on yours, gaze pinning you in place firmer than any passenger seat could. His jaw ticked, the vein in his neck pulsed, and sweat glistened over his every muscle and curve. He fucked you with fury and intent, and you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t even remember you might’ve had an audience. Hell, they may have hung up by then - you didn’t know or care. What was happening right now, between you and him made nothing else relevant.

Your screams became loud and timed with every impact of skin on skin, then quickly turned into shallow gasps for breath as you felt the pressure in your body begin to build its way into an eruption. Your back began to arch and curl as best as it could, and your pussy began to flutter rapidly around Jungkook’s cock.

“Oh, baby, you feel like you’re gonna come again. Am I gonna make you come again?”

“Yes…”

“Look at me when you do,” he said, nearly choking on the words himself as he too was ready to explode. He brought a hand up to cup your neck, pressing a thumb into your jaw so you had no choice but to stare him down. “I want you to see me make you come.”

“I– oh– Jun– fu– ughhhh!” you fumbled your cries as pleasure detonated your every nerve ending. Your body pulled taut, and released and pulled taut again, in repetitive waves that curled your spine and rocked your pelvis into his.

“I’m-gonna-come-I’m-gonna-come,” Jungkook whimpered quickly, his climax overtaking him before he could repeat the warning one final time. His body seized, then lurched forward, waving his hips against yours, milking him of all the pleasure he had to get, and giving you a ride that never seemed to end. Miraculously, he also kept your eyes connected when he came - his body wanted nothing but to take over him and give him the pleasure he deserved, but all he wanted was to see you, and for you to see him. You had never before experienced something so intimate, sexy, dirty, and all the best feelings all at once.

When your high was over, you pushed yourself upward, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he pulled you up around the waist, sat back on his haunches, and took you into his arms. You kissed each other deep, long, passionate, and appreciative. The only thing you didn’t appreciate right now was your lingerie. You wanted to feel more of him against you. Wanted your breast flattened against his chest, your sweaty skin to slip over his, and his hands to caress your flesh.

But, it was wise you still had it on. You were in a truck, after all, in a parking lot. Wedding lingerie was at least one way to keep yourself covered… wedding lingerie… fiancé… Chris… Chris was on the phone?

You jerked out of your lip lock and looked at the display screen, noticing the timer on the call was still going.

“You perverts still there?” you said to the screen.

There was no answer, just a touch of static or something in the background. You and Jungkook sat still as you waited for something. Then a quiet click was heard.

“Holy shit,” you exclaimed, looking to Jungkook, and realizing that Chris and Stephanie had probably just heard you and Jungkook arrive together. He smirked back at you with rogue satisfaction and a cocky flick of his eyebrows.

You both burst into a fit a laughter, albeit you weren't sure what emotion was bringing you such joy. All you did know was that today you no longer fucking cared about Chris and Stephanie. Whatever foul mood had interrupted your second day with Jungkook, the one you asked him to pleasure away from you, it was gone.

He had done his duty.

“Alright,” Jungkook spoke as you two began to untangle from each other. “Let’s go see this thing before all the locals show up after they get off work.

You went to work pulling yourselves back together - which was easy for him, and less easy for you. He pulled up his pants, grabbed his shirt, and stepped out of the truck. You, however, were in a semen covered lace teddy, ruined leggings and cork wedge heels on a hot summer day.

“I don’t wanna be a pooper, Jungkook, but I am a mess. I need to get cleaned up.”

“We can get cleaned up where we’re going,” he said as he opened the back door, and pulled out the thermal bag full of hopefully still intact ice cream.

“Look at my shoes,” you stuck out your heels. “They are not hike worthy.”

“It’s just on the other side of those trees. You’ll make it, or I’ll carry you. Or…” he trailed off as he came to a lightbulb moment. He rounded to the back of the truck and opened up the bed.

“Can you grab my shorts!” you hollered back to him. “Blue bag!”

“Yup!” he shouted back.

He returned triumphantly with your shorts and a pair of slides which were clearly his foot size and not yours - but it was better than heels.

Well, you had no excuses now. And you did ask for this.

You looked around at the road and the tree line in case someone was watching you… which was ironic since you just had two orgasms in at least 4 positions in that very spot.

“Cover me,” you said to Jungkook, then went to work stripping your lingerie off. Jungkook wasn’t great cover. He didn’t look for stragglers about the woods. Instead, he leaned his body against the door frame and watched every single inch of your struggle. You had no bra or panties to speak of anymore, but you pulled on your shorts and tank and just prayed that wherever Jungkook was taking you that it was going to be destitute. You slipped into the oversized slides, grabbed the destroyed lingerie, and crawled out of the truck.

Your first step forward was a stumble. Your legs were tight in some places and loose in others. As you aimed towards the oil barrel garbage can next to the park sign, your left foot crossed too far over your right, causing you to zigzag into Jungkook who caught you by the arm.

“Success,” Jungkook teased, but not until your next stride was on the straight and narrow.

“Huh?” you looked up at him.

“You can’t walk straight. I’ve done my job.”

“Oh!” you rolled your eyes as you recalled your first phone call. “It was the truck, not you.”

“Aww, well. I guess I’ll have to keep trying then,” he slung an arm over your shoulder, and kissed the top of your head.

You said goodbye to the honeymoon lingerie at the garbage can, then Jungkook took you by the hand, and walked you through the path cutting through the trees.

He was right about the “hike” being short. It only took a minute or two to cut through the tree line, following the downward path until you were at your destination. Your destination was a waterfall.

Not a big scary waterfall, just a tiny one that was mostly just mist rather than streams of water. It pooled into a small, shallow basin. You weren’t really sure where the water went after that, since you couldn’t spot an outgoing stream or river.

You noticed a thick rope tied to a nearby tree, and you assumed it was probably used for swinging and launching oneself into the basin. It was remarkably cooler, either from the thick canopy above which shaded the area, or the ambient effects of the water itself.

“It's a glacial waterfall,” Jungkook began answering the questions you had spinning around in your head. “The glacier is really far away though - it’s like several towns over but… this is what we get from it. It only really runs in summer afternoons when the glacier melts.”

“Alright,” you said, impressed, eyeing the remarkable creation of nature. “And only locals know about it?”

“Yup,” Jungkook winked as he guided you towards some rocks which clearly were set up to act as seating. “I’ll have to kill you after this.”

“Well, damn. I thought you said you weren’t a serial killer.”

“I’m not, just a good community member.”

He unzipped the bag and pulled out the container of ice cream, along with the recyclable spoons he had grabbed from the deli counter. The container was drenched in condensation, but the ice cream itself was impressively still intact.

You sat together for a while, talking, teasing, even obnoxiously and carelessly feeding each other, just so you could have the excuse of a “let me get that ice cream off your lip” kiss. Somehow, you “clumsily” dropped some ice cream onto Jungkook’s neck. Physics is an incredible thing, and it took a lot of the surface area of your tongue to clean up. Jungkook also had an “accident” when he spilled some over your thigh, and he had to work quickly - but not too quickly - to lick it all up before it dripped all over your leg and was wasted to the ground.

Soon enough, after many ice cream disasters, you were both naked again. Although this time you weren’t having sex… yet. You were just testing out the temperature of the water.

It was cool and refreshing, and everything you needed on a day like that. The majority of the basin was shallow enough to walk on, and that’s where you spent most of your time - wrapped around Jungkook’s body, your chests pressed together, your legs around his waist, while he waded the two of you through the pool between intermittent makeout sessions. Eventually, he brought you to a space near the edge, where he could sit comfortably on a submerged rock.

You took a quiet moment to admire his beautiful face, from the deep color of his eyes, to the tiny freckles and scars, even tracing the sharp line of his jaw with your finger.

“You’re really handsome,” you said when you had resigned yourself to the truth. He was handsome, and he should know. He looked bashfully away from you, but ultimately accepted the compliment. “You’re also, just… I don’t know. Kind. And generous… And fun. I wish I knew that long ago.”

He sighed and nodded. “I wish I hadn’t been such a dick so long ago.”

“You weren’t a dick,” you shook your head.

“I judged you too quickly because of Stephanie. That wasn’t fair of me. I’m sorry.”

It hurt a little to hear, but it wasn’t like you had a leg to stand on. You judged him - as an asshole - back when Stephanie was venting to you about her broken heart. “I think I did the same. Is that why you avoided me? Because of her?”

“Maybe a little. Like I said, I was avoiding her, but… yeah, I didn’t know what you were all about. At first anyway."

“Will you tell me what happened?”

He sighed long and heavy, and you felt his body almost slump beneath you.

“It’s a mood killer,” he warned.

“You mean like my ex-fiancé calling in the middle of us having sex in your truck?”

He laughed through a tight lipped smile. Then, with a final nod, he looked up at you and started to tell his story.

"I knew she liked me. But I wasn't really interested. I try to avoid dating within friend circles… at least back then, it got a little messy in high school and all and I don’t like the drama. But also, I just didn’t really like her. She just kinda gave me an off vibe... I don't know, I didn’t have a reason, but I just wasn't interested. But whatever, we were in the dorms so of course we had mutual friends and I try hard to not be a dick so… whatever, I was nice.” He raised his hands out of the water and brushed them through his hair, smoothing his long, black tresses into place. Part of you wanted to say “fuck the story” and just ask him to do that again.

His hands returned to your waist and he resumed.

“So, she one day starts dating my roommate. You remember Barry?”

“Of course,” you said. You met Barry on one of your trips to visit Stephanie’s school, but you only saw him a few times. So few, in fact, you didn’t realize he and Jungkook had been roommates. “She told me he cheated on her.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue, instantly annoyed by the suggestion. “Noo…” he said slowly, and you realized you had stumbled upon one of those *things-you-believed-but-were-actual-lies. “She made a pass at me while they were dating. She came to visit our room while he was at work.”

“Ew,” you grimaced.

“Yeah. So, I told him. And he got pissed… at me.”

“Oh, Barry,” you sighed his name. Shooting the messenger was a tale as old as time. But the truth was, you could empathize with Barry. Honestly, before this week, your perspective on how to be the survivor of infidelity was different. You too might have lashed out at the messenger.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook lamented. “Looking back, I don’t know if I should have said anything. It's just… I thought he would want to know. I would have wanted to know.”

“I get it,” you groaned. “You did the right thing though. I don’t know if the me of then would have had the guts to say something.”

“So, it was rough between us for a bit, but they were on and off for so long, so I put up with her. But she kept fucking hitting on me. But, I learned my lesson to keep my mouth shut. So, yeah. That’s why I avoided her at parties and stuff. I was trying to not get hit on by my roommate's girlfriend.”

“Okay,” you nodded. It seemed pretty simple. And, honestly, would be enough to explain why he didn’t like Stephanie. But, you could sense something else. There was more venom, more hurt you had picked up on when he spoke about her. And then there was the odd thing he said to her in the truck…

“When we were… in the truck,” you made a funny face and shimmied your shoulders, shrugging as he caught which truck activity you were referring to. “You said something to her about sending a woman your way instead of scaring them off? What did that mean?”

“You caught that, eh?” he tilted his head in embarrassment.

“I, well… you were inside of me at that point, so yes.”

“So… this is the longer part of the story... buckle up,” he swallowed and moistened his mouth before taking a deep breath. “Me and this girl that I really liked were sleeping together... you know how college relationships go," he shrugged at you and you nodded back, understanding completely. All of your college relationships started as hook-ups, skipped formal dates and dove right into changing your status on social media.

"Anyways," he continued, "I was about to ask her to be my girlfriend, but then Steph told me that she had been sleeping with someone else. I confronted her about it, and it turned out to be true. I was… crushed really. I thought we had something good going, but obviously I read the signs wrong.”

You gave him a small, empathetic smile, "I'm sorry."

“That was probably the closest I came to experiencing my first heartbreak. It sucked,” he sighed. “But it's not like we were exclusive or anything so, I got over it. So, that was that. And a little bit later I was with another girl. Same thing, we were hooking up and I wanted more so I asked her to be my girlfriend. She said yes, and we were together for a few weeks. She lived off campus, so we mostly stayed at her apartment, but I sometimes brought her to the dorms. One night I brought her over, and I don’t really know what happened, but she left without saying anything, and the next day she ghosted me."

Your face skewed. You couldn't understand where this was all going. You couldn't imagine any woman having Jungkook as a partner and just throwing him away like that. He was incredible as a man now, but you remembered he was pretty damn incredible back then.

"That's so weird," you shook your head, unable to yet put the pieces together.

"And it kinda happened again. I'd start seeing a girl, things would get serious and then fall apart, and I just had no idea what I was doing wrong. Until one girl I was with confronted me."

"Confronted you about what?"

"She accused me of cheating on her."

"What?" your brows furrowed in disbelief. "Why?"

"She told me that someone had caught me with another girl. I told her it wasn’t true. We had a big fight. I even let her search my phone and my accounts, and she found nothing. But she still didn’t believe me, because,” he stuck his fingers in the air to mimic quotation marks, “I had a reputation.”

"What the hell?"

“We argued some more, and she started telling me all the stories she had ‘heard’ about me. All the stories were basically about my past relationships, except that they all ended with me allegedly being involved with someone else, which led to me being dumped. Which was insane, I…” he trailed off as his temper began to rise.

"The thing is," Jungkook then let out a long, painful sigh, and your heart sank as you sensed the hurt in him. "My parents divorced because of infidelity. Just before I went to school. It was fucking awful. And... I swore I would never be like that. So, it really fucking hurt that she thought that about me. And then I found out that it wasn’t just her who thought that – I really did have a reputation on campus. I even spoke to some of my exes about it."

“That’s terrible, I’m so sorry,” was all you could figure to say. You were still so confused – you had no idea how this related back to Stephanie. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he avoided your gaze completely. You could feel how humiliated he felt, and you wanted to take it all away from him. He shouldn’t feel ashamed – not when the rumours were all untrue. “I mean what was I gonna do, put up a poster?”

“I would have dropped out and crawled into a hole. You’re way braver than I am.”

“We were in final semester when that all went down, so…” he shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal.” You could tell he was trying to hide his hurt from you, and brush it off like it was nothing. It caused another lump to form in your throat, and this one was somehow more painful to swallow away. You couldn't imagine. He was basically a kid back then, and on the heels of his parents troubles, and enduring a brand he didn’t deserve?

You reached under the water, found his hand and covered it with yours, giving his fingers an empathetic squeeze.

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook. I don't even know what to say."

He brushed his thumb over your knuckles, then uttered, "It's fine. You went through so much worse."

"It's not fine,” you said sternly. “You didn't deserve that. And it’s not a competition.”

He offered a tight smile, then, after another deep breath, resumed the story. You had almost forgotten that this whole thing had something to do with Stephanie.

“So… fast-forward to two years ago. The camping party at my house… You were there.”

Intrigued, you sat back a little straighter, bracing yourself for the big reveal. “I was,” you nodded.

“Well… so was one of my *exes. She’s married now to Seth.”

“Oh, okay, sure!” you nodded, vaguely remembering seeing someone with the person who you thought was Seth.

“So, day one of the weekend, her and I are talking, and she asks me if I’m still with Stephanie.”

“Huh?”

“My reaction exactly. So, I tell her, ‘I never dated Stephanie.’ She looked confused, and then we kept talking and… I found out some stuff.”

“What?” your eyes widened and your brow furrowed.

“Basically, she filled me in on all the rumors, what they were and where they started. They didn’t all directly link to Stephanie, but they all… eventually led back to her. Basically someone would hear from her that I was with another girl. Sometimes they would hear from Stephanie herself. Sometimes it was someone else who told them. Sometimes I was cheating on Stephanie with my current… relationship. And sometimes Stephanie was the other woman or whatever. It all came back to her. She started the rumors every time I got close to someone – until I became a pariah.”

"Are you fucking serious?!" you felt your cheeks begin to heat. All you felt was flaming red rage. How the fuck could someone do that to someone else?

He nodded. "Yeah, thought she was, I don’t know, taking up some sort of revenge against me because I turned her down or because I ratted her out to Barry. I didn’t know. But… I wanted to find out. So… and this may be where I’m the asshole, but… for the next day or so I… flirted with her.”

You nodded as that information tracked in your memory. You had thought something was finally happening between them that weekend, and were surprised when you drove home with a sobbing Stephanie beside you.

Jungkook continued, “On the second night, she was pretty liquored up and we were talking and whatever. And then I brought up my suspicion.”

Your mouth was now permanently locked open. You slumped back over Jungkook’s lap, thinking if you could see more of him, the picture being painted for you would become more clear. This behavior was... insane... You didn’t even know what to ask next.

“She didn’t deny it,” he shook his head. “Actually, she corrected me. She was appalled that I thought she was doing it for revenge. She said she was doing it because she thought if no one else would date me, then I would ‘see that she was the one for me,’ or some shit like that.”

“I—” your rage caught in your throat. “She’s a fucking bitch!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You never knew this side of her existed. “What did you do?”

“At first, I did nothing. I pretended to understand her – but then the last day of the party, I talked to her and told her that I hated her fucking guts, that I thought she was terrible, that if she was the last person on earth I still wouldn’t even fuck her, and that I never wanted to see her again.”

You shook your head, now staring at the ripples in the water between you.

“I know,” he said regretfully. “Not my finest hour. I was… pissed. She fabricated this… persona of me that I loathed. It hurt. I wanted her to know that.”

“No,” you shook your head. “She needed to hear that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I can’t believe she would… sabotage you like that… I don’t know what other word there is for it. This is… insanity.”

Then, a wave of guilt washed over you as you realized something.

You tried to slip off his lap and back into the water, but the moment you went to move, Jungkook tightened his grip around your waist.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and you had no clue what the hell he was apologizing for.

“No… no…” you nearly spat at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come up here.”

“Why?” he looked confused and even a bit terrified.

“It’s not you Jungkook,” you tried quickly to correct whatever he was falsely thinking. “I shouldn’t have brought you into my shit. If I had known, I wouldn’t have brought her and all those memories back into your life. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” he pulled you closer, and angled his face so you couldn’t hide from him. “Stop that. I’m not upset that you’re here. I’m happy you’re here. I want you here.”

You let your eyes roll up to meet his, and you felt a fluttering in your chest as you registered the desperation in him.

“So… this week…” you spoke slowly. “It’s maybe a little bit about getting back at her too?” You hated how the idea hurt you. You were using him. Who were you to feel bad that he was using you too?

He let out a long exhale. “Only a little bit. But… if you had asked me, even without her involved, I still would have said yes.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Cuz it’s you,” he then grinned and raised his eyebrows, and you could tell he was trying to lighten the mood. “You have a really spankable ass and all.”

It worked. You chuckled softly through an uncontrolled smile.

“Do you want to go home?” he then asked softly, almost timid as if the question was a risk. “Before the groceries skunk?”

You would have teleported back to his house the moment he suggested it. You felt… sick. And tired. And angry. Angry at yourself, angry for him. Angry at her. This information… you were glad to hear it, but it was exhausting. Jungkook even looked exhausted. Going “home,” even though it wasn’t your home, just felt right.

“Yeah,” you nodded with a soothing smile. “Let’s go home."

Go to Chapter 8.

will jungkook and oc end up together in the art of revenge? It's so good i hope they do

Well I can't answer that 😉

Wow thanks for updating art of revenge. We finally get to see more backstory with JK and y/n. Looking forward for the next chapter.

More to come on them!