The Amount Of P*rn Pages I Block Daily???!?! Jeez Is This Ph Or What... Sick And Tired.

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LIMERENCE | jeon jungkook

summary: a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back

warnings: angst. smut. [jk and oc in videos: 18-20 | jk and oc now: 26] retired emos. exes to lovers. unprotected intercourse [listen it had been six years they weren’t waiting 😭] jk has a bellybutton piercing and he smokes. jk owns a camera shop. supportive besties Jimin and Tae and Yoongi. Y2K styled camcorders. a small argument on one of the tapes

LIMERENCE MASTERLIST

➢ genre/au: exes to lovers, smut, Y2K videotape style [ ex boyfriend!jk x ex girlfriend!y/n [she/her. female anatomy ]

➢ 18.4k words

song inspo: risk — deftones, 505 — arctic monkeys, afraid — xavier omar, who [feat. BTS] — lauv

The end of a chapter in your life always came when you least expected it. You’ll wake up one day and it’ll hit you that you don’t talk to the same people. You don’t do the same things or act the same way and when you look back at before, it will feel so far from the person you are now.

Standing before your half empty apartment began to bring this growing feeling of sadness inside you. It made you feel stupid but you just couldn’t help it, this was the end of a huge time in your life where you felt like you really began to develop into who you are. After seven years living here, you’re finally moving on and everything that happened here would be left behind. All the laughter, the crying, the break ups that left you balling your eyes out on the kitchen floor. You would soon move into a clean slate and for some reason that was hitting you hard.

It probably didn’t help that your dear friend managed to find a box of things— you haven’t thought about in quite literally years—hidden away in an old storage space on the ceiling. The sides of the cardboard box were in ruins with wet patches and bent corners. There was no writing on the sides but on the top a big line of red duct tape with the words ‘JJK’ and a few small scissors stab marks next to it. Jimin looked up at you with a raised brow, “Are you keeping this one?”

Your expression seemed to flatten as you looked down at it, unsure what to say and he sighed, “Come on Y/n, it’s late, I want to get as much of this out as we can. Are you keeping this one?”

“Um,” You looked back down at it, nodding your head, “Yes.”

Since the day you found that box and told Jimin you were keeping it, all it’s done is collect dust in the corner of your new living room, out of place and constantly on your mind. Your friends were a big help in the move, especially Jimin who had hauled that huge cardboard box up three flights of stairs to your new place without question to what was in it. It wasn’t until he got tired of seeing it sit in the corner for an entire week after everything had been unpacked that he really began to get curious about it.

“So what’s in that thing?” Jimin asked that Friday night you lounged around your apartment, proud to have finally gotten everything out. Tonight was the first night your mutual friend would be over and it was like a housewarming party with the only two people who can stand being around you.

“What’s in what?” You asked, catching a glance at your friend, Somin, who’s knowing eyes bore into yours—already knowing what he was talking about. The thing is, Somin was very aware of what was in that box and she’s been biting her tongue all night from asking why you still had it.

“The box, it’s just been sitting there,” Jimin said pointing to it, “It’s kinda ruining this whole vibe you’ve got going on here with all the black decor and house plants.”

“Just some old stuff,” you shrugged it off, looking back down at the playing cards in your hands, “I haven’t found a place to put it.”

Somin raised a brow at you but you ignored her this time to continue your game of cards and drink your wine. Jimin looked at her, “Do you know what’s in it?”

You sighed, “Jimin, I told you it’s just some old stuff.”

“Yes, Y/n, but old stuff can be a lot of things and that box was heavy so I’m curious,” Jimin said exaggeratedly, “Can’t a man be curious these days?”

“It’s no—“

“It’s a bunch of old home videos,” Somin said as she poured herself more wine casually like she hadn’t just exposed what was inside your secret box. Jimin’s jaw dropped, “Wait, Y/n, you used to do porn?”

“What!?” You nearly choked, “No—well, like on—no! Those aren’t that type of home video, they’re just… y'know old tapes.”

“Like from when you were a kid?” Jimin asked with a scoff, “Let’s watch them.”

“I’m not a kid,” You said shaking your head no, “And no, let’s not watch them.”

“I agree with Jimin,” Somin cut in after watching you begin to panic a bit, “You kept them for a reason, let’s see why. Jimin’s never seen them.”

You laughed nervously, “Come on, it’s just silly stuff, I just kept them for the memory, that’s all.”

“We don’t doubt it,” Jimin said with a smirk, “But come on, let me see one—just one.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Fine!”

The three of you huddled around it with a pair of keys using the jagged end to cut into the old tape and the box nearly fell apart just like that. When Jimin pulled the tabs open, the three of you seemed to lean in closer and closer with anticipation for the reveal until finally, a silence fell over you.

Jimin didn’t hesitate from reaching into it, scabbing row after row of old VCR tapes with white labels on the sides with similar titles in a numerical order.

‘JJK 1’

‘JJK 2’

‘JJK 3’

‘JJK 4’

There were 24 tapes in the box and he counted every single one meaning these spanned two years with one tape filmed per month. The same initials that had been on top of the box had been written on the tapes and he couldn’t help himself from picking up the first one. “Let’s watch it.”

“No! No,” you said, taking it out of his hands, “You wanted to see what was inside and you saw, be happy with what you get, I don’t have anything to play these on anyway.”

“I do!” Somin piped in, “I’ve got my old tape player back home, say the words and I’ll go get it.”

“Not neces—“

“Do it.”

What you wanted at the moment seemed to be outnumbered by your friend’s curiosity and your other friend’s need to satiate it. You were left alone with Jimin for twenty minutes as Somin left to get it and he rummaged through them trying to ask you what they were, only for you to evade each question out of stubbornness. Now she’s back and you’re watching them set everything up on your flatscreen while you sat back on your couch chugging back your glass of wine nervously.

Jimin smiled mischievously as he held up a tape, building anticipation before placing it into the player and letting it start.

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ JJK 1 : THE SHOP ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

There was a pungent chemical smell surrounding the register you currently sat on that had the customers in line scrunching their noses in disgust but that didn’t seem to stop either one of you from what you were doing. He worked with one hand as best as he could while you worked on the other applying a cold layer of polish onto his fingers.

A small black nail polish was set down on the counter next to a silver cam recorder that had been angled at the two of you this whole time, capturing on video the way you painted your coworker’s nails. Jungkook bid them farewell before turning his attention back on you, “Hurry up, we’re starting to get busy again.”

“Shh,” you pointed a manicured finger up, “You can’t rush perfection.”

“I’m not rushing perfection, I’m rushing you,” Jungkook said as you brought his hand closer to your lips trying to dry his nails with your warm breath. The video seemed to have a perfect view of the way his eyes glossed over with affection when he looked at you and you weren’t paying attention.

“Oh my god, every girl is going to want to sleep with you,” you eyed his nails proudly, “You look hot.”

“I’ve always been hot,” Jungkook said looking down at his black nails that complimented his black leather and beaded bracelets that lined his wrists, “Okay but how cool do these make me look? Like, would you sleep with me?”

He tilted his head toward you in curiosity and for a moment you just looked at him in thought before finally shrugging, “Yeah, I’d do it.”

“Do what?” Jungkook asked, shaking his black hair out of his face. With the way the camera was aimed, the two of you looked zoomed in but it still managed to capture the way your eyes stayed on each other wordlessly, the tension felt through the screen.

‘Can someone help get a shirt down?’

He watched you hop off the graffiti-covered counter and grabbed the long hook that helped get things down and left with her—not before responding with a simple, “You.”

Once your answer registered in his head, he wasted a single second to look at his camera, wondering if it had caught this small flirty moment the two of you had while you painted his nails and the thought alone made him smirk, biting against his lip ring too. He didn’t think he would get his nails painted at work today but when he saw you doing your own, you convinced him and he spent the last ten minutes messing around with you, flirting here and there.

The shift had been boring for the most part and all the songs that played he'd already heard a million times over. This is his fifth time singing along to Falling Away From Me by Korn. Do you think he wants Korn stuck in his head all day?

His beanie clad head bobbed to the rifts in the song, quietly lip synching as he went back to doodling on an old receipt paper. Some of the ink from the pen he used was smudging and the black hearts he drew were getting ruined but he didn’t care. He’ll either throw it away or stick it on your back if he wants to.

“Beating me down! Beating me, beating me down, down, into the ground,” a voice sang loudly in his ear making him jump in fear.

“Don’t moan in my fucking ear, bro,” Jungkook said holding a hand to his ear, the softness of his beanie tickling his fingers. Taehyung threw himself against the counter with his back pressed against it looking at his friend, “You know you liked it.”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook said as he blew air on his nails again, drawing Taehyung’s attention to them. He stuck a hand out as if waiting and Jungkook put his hand over it to show him his nails.

Taehyung seemed impressed as he asked, “Who did them?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n!” Taehyung shouted abruptly and Jungkook flinched away with annoyance, ready to tell him you were helping a customer when you popped around the corner with a t-shirt and hanger in your hands and the customer behind you.

“What?” Your brows arched in confusion as you looked at your coworker who has spent the last twenty minutes in the stockroom between Nirvana posters and new Metallica tees hiding so he could play his Nintendo GameBoy. Jungkook was careful not to fuck up his black nails and took the shirt from you so he could check the customer out.

Taehyung pointed to Jungkook’s nails,“Can you do mine next?”

A scoff left your lips, joining him next to the counter standing close to ask, “Are you going to pay me?”

His jaw dropped as he turned back to Jungkook, “What the fuck? Did he?”

“Thank you, have a good night,” Jungkook mumbled to the customer as she left with a new t-shirt before turning to the other two, “I’m buying Y/n lunch tomorrow.”

“I’ll buy you lunch the day after.”

“You can’t. That’s not original.” You said to him with a teasing smirk. The two of you were standing close to each other as you talked, Taehyung’s voice dropped when he spoke to you, “You know what, just because the two of you got a little crush on each other doesn’t mean you’ve gotta favor him.”

Jungkook looked down at the drawing he made, trying his best to act like he hadn’t heard what Taehyung said, but it didn’t stop the growing blush to his cheeks. It’s true, maybe he does have a thing for you but it’s still too early to tell, y’know? He’s not sure how to explain it but you seem to get him. The two of you like the same kind of music and know the same sort of things. You listen to him talk and when he’s quiet, you don’t question it. You make him feel comfortable and when you flirt with him he wonders if you feel the same.

Honestly, that’s all he’s wanted these days, his attraction toward you to be reciprocated anyway it could be. He thinks about you constantly, probably more than what’s healthy but he can’t help it.

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes playfully, feeling the shuffling movement of Jungkook pulling himself up on the counter, “Just say you’re jealous and feel left out.”

“Bitch?!” Taehyung scoffed, “I wouldn’t feel this way if you treated us fairly, instead you give him special treatment.”

“You realize you’re arguing with me over getting your nails painted?” You asked with a roll of your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, clearly annoyed and once Jungkook saw that he was fully pulling you his way. He threw an arm around your neck, hugging you from behind as he sat on the counter and rested his head on yours, “Ignore him, he’s in a mood because he just got dumped.”

“Fuck you, I broke up with her!” Taehyung nearly yelled, staring at the two of you with disgust as Jungkook fixed the beanie on your head that had slipped a little too low over your eyes.

Just as you were getting ready to respond to him, the door of the stockroom opened and your boss was coming out with a blank expression, “Can you guys do your jobs instead of fuck around?”

“Yoongi, I’m being bullied,” Taehyung argued, “Fire them already.”

“I’ll fire you too,” Yoongi teased before looking at Jungkook, “Get off my counter.”

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ THE END ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

The video came to an end as your old boss stood in front of the camera, blocking out the footage that ended with Jungkook whispering something into your ear.

“Who’s that guy? An ex boyfriend?” Jimin asked as the video came to an end. Somin released a soft laugh as she looked at your blank expression, unsure what to say. Before you could speak up, she was doing it for you, “That's the ex boyfriend. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Don’t immortalize him,” you said with a slight roll of your eyes as you watched Jimin rummage through the box in search of another video to play. Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as a strange ounce of nerves began to set in, watching him unlock a deep rooted memory you had told yourself you had forgotten. Somin sent you a knowing look as she matched the roll of your eyes with her own, “How else should I refer to him as? The guy who filmed a video each month that you two were together?”

“Damn,” Jimin laughed, slumping back in a chair as he looked at you, “So how come I’ve never heard of this videographer.”

“Because Y/n’s asham—“

“Alright! No more wine for you,” you leapt forward to snatch the glass out of your friend’s hands watching her giggle drunkenly, “You’re just saying things now.”

“Come on Y/n, I’m curious,” Jimin said tugging on your sleeve, “If you won’t let her tell me… you gotta do it. Don’t act like you don’t still think about it, why else would you have all these tapes still?”

“Because it’s not everyday someone makes 26 movies for you—and not all of them are as happy as this one,” you confessed as you looked down at ‘JJK 1’ it had been a video log of when the two of you really began to show some attraction toward each other just before he asked you out. Looking back at the video all you could think was how back then you were both young, you could see it on your faces and the sparkles in your eyes. Not all of the videos in that box would be like this one.

“Alright,” Jimin sighed, “Well then just tell me who Jeon Jungkook is.”

Sounds of a rock song’s electric guitar blurred out the noises from inside the dark shop. The store was covered in black and dark blue with its black walls and blue hues of light that shined down over dozens of cameras and melancholic portraits. It had an obviously cold aura and for some reason that had a tendency to always bring him comfort.

He felt warmth in the coolness of his small shop and oftentimes it was difficult to leave it behind, even when the night sky had appeared and the ‘closed’ sign had been flipped. The only thing that kept him from spending yet another night in the store was a set of plans that had been made days prior by someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer. When it came time to leave, he locked up shop and left on his motorcycle.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” his dear friend raised a glass of whiskey to him as he sat alone at the bar, “I was wondering if you were gonna come or not.”

“I didn’t realize I had an option,” he joked bitterly, making his friend send him a glare that was quickly wiped away when something came to mind. “So I met this chick, she’s got this friend wh—“

“No.”

“Jungkook,” his friend said, watching his friend stir the ice in his scotch, “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

Jungkook released a scoff as he looked at him, “You were going to say that this friend wants to meet me and that I should go and get drinks with her or something.”

He sat there quietly, speechless by how spot on his best friend was, “Alright, maybe you did know what I was going to say but just hear me out… she’s hot. Uh, um, she’s your type—honestly, I’m your best friend so trust me.”

“No, Taehyung, you always say the same thing and it's always a huge waste of time,” Jungkook shook his head adamantly, “I don’t get why you’re always trying to set me up with someone whenever you get into a relationship. We’ve been friends for eight years and you’re still this clingy?”

“Okay first of all, fuck you, I’m not clingy,” Taehyung told him with a scoff, “Second, I’m trying to do you a favor considering you can’t keep a relationship to save your life.”

That made Jungkook roll his eyes as he looked anywhere but at his friend. The two sat at the counter of some quiet lounge bar where they had agreed to meet at. He raised his glass to his lips for a drink as he said, “Some people aren’t meant to be in relationship—“

“No, you wanna know what your problem is?” Taehyung cut him off, “It’s that you’re too damn picky. Hate to say it friend, but nobody is ever going to be her.”

His expression hardened as he forced his glare on the silver rings he wore, listening to the way they clinked against the polished bartop. He didn’t give Taehyung a response right away, too busy trying not to roll his eyes again but it was no use, his tongue poked against his cheek and his friend knew he got a reaction. Jungkook tilted his head in thought, “Why do you still bring Y/n up?”

“Because she was your longest relationship,” Taehyung said with a shrug. He was pushing his friend for a response and he felt a little bad but sometimes he just needs to get his friend to talk. Jungkook has always been on the quieter side, even years back. All he did was listen to music and videographed things he liked. He was a bit intimidating—still is—but it was only because he was so quiet. Sure, he knew how to joke around but Taehyung’s known him long enough to feel the difference in his friend lately. He’s become more of a shut-in, busy with the store and not focused on anything else.

“Yeah, six years ago,” Jungkook emphasized with a scoff, “And she broke up with me, remember?”

“I mean… yeah but… don’t you ever think about it?” Taehyung asked suddenly, “I still think about my first love.”

“Y/n was not my first love,” Jungkook’s brows furrowed, remembering the two girlfriends before he ever met you. Taehyung gave him a look, “Not your first girlfriend but definitely your first love. What do you think Y/n’s up to?”

He hadn’t noticed how his leg began to bounce anxiously as he took a sigh, “How would I know? You’re the one who still talks to her.”

“Not true,” Taehyung shook his head no, “We haven’t talked in over three years.”

“Hm,” Jungkook sounded unimpressed as he chugged back the rest of his drink, motioning the bartender over to ask for another round. He wasn’t in the mood to keep talking about this and it caught him off guard.

He couldn’t remember the last time he thought about you but he’s got no doubt in his mind it was because of Taehyung back then too. This is the problem with being best friends with the guy who was with you through all the ups and downs and hasn’t seen you put your all into a relationship since. The only thing Jungkook doesn’t get is why Taehyung is stuck on the idea that he never got over you.

You both were young back then. The end of your adolescence started with the beginning of adulthood and the two of you had just so happened to spend the first two years together like that. You dated when you were 18 and broke up when you were 20, it was so long ago and now it’s just a last memory to him. He hasn’t seen you in six years and the only time he ever wastes time thinking about you is when you’re brought up. He’s managed to push you so far back in his head that he’s only reminded of you when someone else mentions you and every time it happens, it hurts a little more.

Taehyung has this problem with revisiting the past anytime he’s drunk and since he met him at the same time that he met Y/n… it’s no surprise that some of those early memories had you in them. He never failed to remind Jungkook that he had felt like a child with divorced parents having to choose a side when you two broke up. Time and time again Jungkook reminds him that he could’ve gone off and been best friends with you if that’s what he really wanted but then it would end in an argument over the friendship.

Jungkook reached into the pocket of his black jeans for his pack of cigarettes and offered one to Taehyung, “So tell me about this friend.”

“She’s blonde—natural or not, I’m not sure—but she’s attractive and nice. She seems a bit extroverted, kinda bubbly so I don’t know how you’ll feel about that but I’m telling you… you’ll like her,” Taehyung said, happy to drop the current topic to go back to the original point in conversation.

He tried to listen to his friend’s description of this woman he wanted Jungkook to meet but he couldn’t. It was really all Taehyung’s fault for making him think about you and all his past relationships. He’ll admit, he’s been in quite a few and none have lasted more than a few months aside from the one with you. It was normal for yours to be the one that left the biggest impact on him but he wouldn’t say that’s why he stays away from relationships.

There might be a time here and there where Jungkook does indulge in carnal desires and sleeps with someone but they’re never anything more than that.

He’s got too much shit going on to waste time dating someone.

After a long night of hearing his friend go on and on about a woman he thinks is good for him, he returned to his loft apartment tired and alone. Like his shop, his apartment had the same cool tone to it. The walls were black and some brick, blue lights were tucked away in corners angling up toward photographic portraits he’s done in the last few years and his black 1968 Gibson Custom Les Paul Electric guitar hanging proudly in his living room. His Doberman leapt happily at the sight of his owner and he followed after Jungkook as he stepped onto his couch taking the guitar off its hooks to examine it.

To be honest, he rarely plays the guitar nowadays and it’s not because he forgot how to play or because he lost his love for it but it’s not the same anymore. Now it just sits as a reminder of who he was with when he got it and just how he got it. As if this guitar wasn’t a constant reminder of you, his dear friend felt the need to bring you up too.

It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault things happened the way they did and it’s not his fault that it fell apart for him too but… sometimes he wonders if things would have been different if Taehyung didn’t push him to date you all those years back.

For days on end all you could do was think about that stupid box. It didn’t help that you had no room for it so it remained in your living room taunting you, pressing you to play just one more video. It’s strange how you hadn’t thought about this box or Jungkook in a long time and now he’s randomly showing back up in your life without even knowing it. Honestly, it was embarrassing.

You’ve randomly begun to think about a guy you dumped when you were 20 years old and for some reason that’s starting to get to you. It was making you anxious like all of a sudden you’ve realized how much time has passed. If it wasn’t for moving out of your old apartment, you wouldn’t have even thought about this but not that you’re looking back… this was supposed to be that ending.

You were supposed to leave it all behind when you moved and instead you brought it with you to your new beginning.

“Y/n.” The man across from you called your name as you stared off in the distance. He released a small sigh, “Come on kid, you wanted to get lunch, what’s up?”

“I’m not a kid,” you told Yoongi with a glare in your eyes, “And maybe I just wanted to catch up with an old friend of mine.”

Yoongi lifted an unamused brow, “Are you calling me old or our friendship old?”

“A little bit of both,” you said with a teasing smile, taking a sip from your drink as the two of you waited for your food, “But anyway, no, I haven’t seen you in like a month and I kinda missed you.”

“Right…” Yoongi looked away, “So what have you been up to? How’s the new apartment?”

You released a sigh as Yoongi began to ask you things and tried sorting your answers in your head, “I’ve been too busy moving but the apartment is nice, a little less space than I originally thought but nothing I can’t manage.”

“And how’s the magazine?” Yoongi asked, taking a short pause to thank the server who brought your plates out, “Did you get that promotion?”

“Yes!” Your eyes widened and a smile came to your face, “I did, we’re still working on transfers but you’re looking at the new Editorial Assistant.”

“Soon to be new Editor,” Yoongi said proudly, “I can’t believe I’ve seen you grow from some emo kid who used to work for me to an adult on their way to their dream job.”

“I know,” you released a sigh at the thought of how far you’ve come. When you graduated high school you worked at a streetwear shop and you stayed there part time when you started college. It’s gotta be the best place you’ve ever worked at and the environment was always laid back. Yoongi was the one to push you and ask what you wanted to be and when you told him your plan to work at a magazine he was always right there beside you. Now at 26, you’re just a step away from Editor. It’s crazy how much can change in six years and that alone made you ask, “I know this is random but do you still talk to old employees?”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed, “I talk to you.”

“I mean beside me,” you said with a roll of your eyes as you poured yourself more water in your glass. You wanted to say this was all just out of curiosity considering he’s the one who brought up the time you worked for him but in reality… you planned on asking him this when he agreed to lunch.

“Mm, not really. I talked to Taehyung for a while after he quit but it didn’t last long,” Yoongi said as casually as ever and he looked at you with curious eyes. Your lip was pulled between your teeth and you were no longer eating, just using your silverware to play with your food and he knew you well enough to know his answer didn’t satiate your curiosity. He purposely left out any mention of him but maybe that’s what you were looking for? “I haven’t talked to Jungkook since he moved—but last I heard he came back a couple years ago and opened up a store.”

“Store?” You asked, watching your friend’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Yeah, he, y’know he opened a camera store, a couple second hand guitars too,” Yoongi said, “You didn’t know?”

You shook your head no, “When?”

“I don’t know, when he came back? Jin told me he had seen him around but I never talked to him. We didn’t keep in touch when he went back to Busan so I figured it would be weird to want to know what he’s up to now, right?” Yoongi said, unaware of the way you had tuned him out, lost in thought.

Talking about Jungkook to Yoongi felt strange because he knew the two of you in a different way than Somin did. Somin knew Jungkook because of you but you and him worked for Yoongi for two years. It’s like with Taehyung, he met you the same time he met Jungkook but the two grew closer even when you fell out. Your breakup with Jungkook was a bit of a tricky subject and you’ll take the blame for it. Back then you might’ve tried and argued that it was a mutual agreement but now that you’re older you’ll admit you were in the wrong, or maybe the things you said were wrong.

“Y/n,” Yoongi called your name, snapping your out of your state of daydream and caught your attention, “Have you really not spoken to him since the breakup? I don't remember it being that bad.”

You shrugged, “Honestly I can’t remember, a lot happened that I didn’t say and I’m sure he didn’t either so it makes sense.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked, “I can tell something is on your mind, why’d you ask who I kept in touch with? Have you been trying to contact Jungkook?”

“No,” you nearly choked on your drink, “No, I just, um, I was just curious.”

Yoongi didn’t press you for more, he could see it on your face that there was more you weren’t telling him but he didn’t want to force you to come out with it. You ended your little lunch date with plans to meet up again and went back to your respective jobs.

It wasn’t until nighttime that you found yourself thinking back to that stupid fucking box that just grabbed your attention everytime you were home. If Jimin had never wanted to play the first tape then maybe you wouldn’t have been so stuck on them but you just can’t help it anymore. They’re all you’ve been able to think about which has led you to think about Jungkook. You have not questioned him or his whereabouts in so long and this sudden interest in how he’s doing is starting to get to you.

When you got home you tried distracting yourself from them. You still had to figure out where to put them if you even want to keep them and although you think you shouldn’t… you can’t just throw them away either. It’s a memory, a cute little memory if you only watch the first few videos and you’ve moved on so they shouldn’t bother you anymore—they don’t bother you anymore. You spent part of your night finishing up a project from work, drinking a glass of wine and listening to Bloodhail by Have a Nice Life, only looking at the box every now and then.

You always preferred working in your living room because it helped you resist the urge to lay in bed but right now you can’t focus on your project and you can’t take it anymore. You took a tape out of the box and put it into Somin’s tape player, turned on the tv and the volume up just a bit as the video began to play.

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ JJK 2 : THE SKATEPARK┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

The sky was dark and you doubted anything could be seen on the camera set up beside you but neither of you seemed to care. The camera had been rolling since the store was open and you had been filming with him since but you never expected Jungkook would ask you out. Could you call this a date?

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s voice was calm and collected over the loud rock music that played in the skate park, “I’ll pull, all you have to do is try and balance.”

“I am trying,” you took a deep breath staring down at the skateboard underneath your worn out converse, “Just give me a second, alright?”

Jungkook just smiled, he took a cautious step back when you released his hands and he picked up his camera trying to make sure you were in view. Things have begun to change between you two drastically. Sure, you always did a back and forth flirting at work but lately it feels a bit more than that. You’ve been messaging every night talking about random things, sometimes talking about more meaningful things. Whenever he was near you his touch always seemed to linger and now he’s asked you out tonight—nothing serious… just feeling it out.

“Okay, okay, wait I think I got it,” you waved a hand excitedly as you called him back over. He didn’t hesitate to take your hand in his free one and aimed the camera down at your feet. He began to pull you forward, feeling your fingers lock with his when you nearly lost balance.

Jungkook was walking backwards as he helped you skate across the cement, not watching where he was going until he bumped into a ramp nearly yanking you off the board. The camera fumbled in his hand as he tried to save you instead and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you steady. You clung to his arm, heart racing from the near fall and yet you couldn’t help but laugh as you fumbled to keep the camera safe. Since you met him you realize he had a strong tie with his camcorder and got used to his need to always be recording, you found it cute so you didn’t want something to happen to it.

He was hesitant to let you go even when you stood up comfortably, tucking your hair behind your pierced ears and biting your lip, “I need a break.”

Jungkook didn’t question it as he followed you to sit down on a grassy hill just outside the cement confines of the skatepark. He reached into his black Jansport backpack and took out a bottled water to hand to you. You smiled, taking it with a thank you and asked, “So do you come here every night you close?”

“Sometimes,” Jungkook shrugged, watching you tip your head back to drink from his water bottle, a small droplet slipping down your chin that had him reaching out a thumb to wipe, “Helps clear my head.”

“That’s nice,” you said softly thanking him, cheeks flush red, handing him back the water and watching him take a drink next, “Is that why you’re always recording too?”

Jungkook looked down at his silver camcorder that sat in the middle on the grass, “I don’t know, I find it relaxing but at the same time… it makes me anxious? I want to capture everything I experience on video because I’m scared that one day I’m not going to remember any of this. Sometimes I wonder if I’m missing out on the moment itself but then I think about right now an—no, nevermind.”

Your brows furrowed as he stared down at the people skating, eyes narrowing as he listened to the next song someone played. It was late and that definitely wasn’t a skating song but it was one of his favorites and he had to say it, “I like this song.”

Bloodhail played somewhere off in the distance and he softly hummed to the beat but you were too focused on what he never finished saying instead, “What were you going to say?”

Jungkook played with his lip ring, the beating red light from his camera recording in his peripheral as he shrugged, “It’s nothing.” There was a small pile of loose grass blades he’s pulled from the ground next to him.

He looked at you to see what you had to say but instead you just stayed silent, slightly drawn back from him and he didn’t want that. It’s not like what he was going to say was bad but… the two of you have only ever flirted. What if he said something that pushed you away? But what if he chose not to ever speak up and you got tired of waiting?

The song really was one of his favorites but he’ll admit he used that as a distraction to change the subject but he couldn’t just not answer now.

“I think about what would happen if I didn’t have my camera when I’m with you,” Jungkook confessed, laying on his bed to look up at the stars, “Would I remember everything you said? What jokes I said that made you laugh? Or even the way you looked at me? I wouldn’t want to forget these things.”

All that was heard for a good long moment was the sound of the music and muffled noises from people still around. He felt his stomach tighten, shaking his head in the grass, “Shit, sorry, that probably sounded weird.”

Your eyes met and for a second he forgot where the two of you were or that his camera was still recording at a bad angle, “What will you do when you’re done filming us?”

“Give the tapes to you, maybe keep a couple,” Jungkook answered truthfully, “They’re as much yours as they are mine.”

“But you’re the one always recording,” you told him but he just shrugged.

“Because I like it and I like you and I just want to capture every moment we have,” his words sounded more confident now as he sat up not wanting to beat around the bus anymore, “So, Y/n, will you go out with me?”

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ THE END ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

A chill ran down your spine as the song you currently listened to matched the one that had played in a video that was seven or eight years old. As much as you’ve told yourself you’ve changed your music taste has stayed the same and the strange serenity you felt in the beginning with Jungkook never changed either.

Why were you missing him?

It was another late night at the studio, Jungkook spent more time there than at his apartment lately and tonight was no different. Although he did have plans with Taehyung and that blonde he had been telling him about, he’s not sure if he’s interested in actually going. He met her a couple nights ago and Taehyung was right, she’s great, honestly, but something didn’t click right away.

If he met up with Taehyung for this ‘double date’ that might give her the wrong idea and he doesn’t want to hurt her. If he could have her as a friend that would be best. He’s just not ready to give himself to someone when his last break up ended because of something so stupid that he just couldn’t let go.

Jungkook stood outside under a poorly lit street lamp just outside his studio as he smoked a cigarette, taking a small break from photo developing. His studio was located on a quiet street uphill, it had a simple cinderblock look and it wasn’t big but it was somewhat popular. People liked to see his photographs and he would do photoshoots, sell cameras, fix them, he did pretty much anything you could do with a camera. Business might be slow at times but it was peaceful and he made a living wage off doing something that he loved, that’s all he had ever wanted. He was content with where he is now at only 26 and his own business. He didn’t mind being single nor did he care to change that… so he decided he was going to miss out on tonight.

Once he finished his short smoking break, he put the bud out on the floor with his shoe and picked it up to dump in the trash. Just as Jungkook turned back to the door of his studio, he seemed to go still.

For a second he debated rubbing his fists into his eyes in hopes of washing away this mirage but all he managed to do was blink, speechless and frozen. You weren’t better off despite being the reason he was stuck like that and all you could do was stare at him in disbelief.

It was very obviously Jungkook, there was no mistaking it but it also looked like someone completely different in a sense. The Jungkook you dated always dressed in band tees too small for him, spiked chokers, checkered belts, the full emo scene of the time minus the side swept hair—he preferred the longish curls instead. He had a lip piercing and a belly button piercing but that was it. Now you’re looking at him and you’re seeing a man after six years realizing just how much time had passed. He had a tattoo sleeve and small gages, a lip piercing and he wore overly baggy black clothes. His hair was short and straight but it looked good on him and you can’t believe you’re admitting that to yourself right now.

“Is this JeonStudio?” You asked as calmly as you could but your voice still betrayed you at the end. You avoided his gaze, choosing instead to eye the small building somewhat proudly and awkward too. Coming here was on a whim, you had been out with friends when you got curious and searched him up. Yoongi had told you he owned a shop so it wasn’t hard to find and honestly… you didn’t expect to go in and actually see him. Imagine your surprise when he caught you standing outside slightly tipsy? “I don’t suppose you’re open at this hour.”

Jungkook just looked at you, heart racing and half tempted to smoke another cigarette due to growing anxiety but you seemed so casual and he didn’t want to overreact. It’s been too long anyway, he’s dumbfounded. He cleared his throat uncomfortably before walking to the door, not bothering to look back at you as he held it open for you to go in.

Immediately you winced at the loudness of the rock song that played, ears nearly sore from the volume as you stepped into the dark studio. Korn’s ‘Coming Undone’ played loudly as it reared its end and Jungkook left you alone for a moment to lower it back down, skipping the song in favor of listening to something by Alice In Chains. You’ll like to correct yourself; Jungkook might look slightly different because he’s older—but he still seems like the exact guy you left six years ago.

“So what can I do for you?” Jungkook’s voice sounded deeper, more manly and when he stood behind his glass counter of cameras with his hands leaning against it, silver rings on his tattooed fingers and a slight smell of nicotine, you were brought back to before. He let his gaze travel over you in half surprise and half amazement.

Just seeing you after having you stuck in his head for a couple weeks now was a surprise, but to see how you’ve changed? He was amazed. It’s not that you were a completely different person but… wow you’ve grown. You no longer wore your ripped fishnets or beaten Converse and Dr. Martens. Your hair wasn’t in knots and your makeup wasn’t smudged or messy like you did it in the back of a bus on your way to work.

You looked… you looked good, like a matured version of yourself who wasn’t shy to show small hints at what you used to be like.

“I just…” you trailed off looking around the room, “I heard you had your own shop an—“

“And?” Jungkook asked with a firm expression making you look back at him, “I’ve had it for a couple years now, why the sudden interest, Y/n?”

He acted cold and it was a bit of a surprise and you scolded yourself for thinking that. It’s not like you expected him to be all smiles seeing you again. God, why did you come? It felt like one second you’re leaving your friend’s movie night to go home and next you’re standing outside of his studio as he smokes.

Maybe you’ll just leave before you do anything embarrassing.

Jungkook watched you with a blank expression but he would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t racing as he watched you look around. He stood behind the glass case of cameras where the register was at and waited for you to say something.

The changes were subtle but there was no way he could miss them. The biggest was of course your fashion style now, it was different yet he could still pick up hints of how you used to dress. You still preferred black shoes and silver jewelry. Your hair was styled differently now but it still suited you perfectly, you still had your nose pierced and your nails painted.

Something that didn’t change was that familiar sparkle in your eyes when you were curious and right now he could see it as you did a 360 of his studio. He didn’t notice the way his finger began to tap anxiously against the glass waiting to see what you would say about it. He wasn’t looking to impress you or anything but…

“All of these are yours?” You asked as you stepped closer to a portrait on the wall with blue and black hues. Your gaze never shifted away from the portrait so he was forced to give you a verbal response, “Most, some are Taehyung’s.”

At the mention of your old friend you seemed to freeze up a little, “How is he?”

Jungkook couldn’t hold back a scoff as he crossed his arms over his chest, “He’s great, thanks for asking, don’t you want to ask how I am?”

Once again his slight attitude caught you off guard but you weren’t going to let it bring you down, you’ve come this far in your reconciliation. Your eyes narrowed as they met his glare and you rebutted, “I was getting there, jeez.”

This time around it was his turn to be surprised when you rolled your eyes and he hated that the corner of his lips threatened to turn upward in amusement. You finally quit looking at everything but him and turned in his direction like you were finally going to say something only for you to look up in search of the speakers that played a song you remembered he liked. Pink Maggit by Deftones started off slow and quietly but slowly raised volume that Jungkook had to lower it down a little more. He pretended not to notice his ringing phone that buzzed on the counter with Taehyung’s name displayed—probably wondering where he was.

“I don’t know if this holds meaning but I love this place,” you said and a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he was holding slipped out.

“Thanks,” Jungkook said with a huff.

“Seriously Jungkook,” you stood in front of the counter now, “It’s like everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“It is,” he agreed, studying you and falling silent.

The longer he stayed thinking the harder it became to hold himself back and this time, more gentle and calm, he asked, “Y/n, why are you here?”

His phone lit up once more and he flipped it to face down and waited for you to respond. You were quiet for a moment as you tried gathering your thoughts and in the end you found yourself sitting alone in his studio with him confessing about the tapes.

There was a slight tension in the air that seemed to blur out the background noise of the restaurant’s chaos. He felt it but he pretended like he didn’t as he looked at his menu, not sure what to order or if he was even hungry.

“Yuna thinks you’re not interested,” was one of the first things Taehyung said to him as the two met up for dinner one night. Jungkook had already expected his friend to have something to say about the other night when he ditched their plans because something unexpected happened but… but he hadn’t processed what Taehyung had said until it was too late.

“Who?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly, unaware of the glare Taehyung sent him that had him snapping back into realization, “Oh… Oh! Yuna? Yeah, sorry about that.”

“I mean it’s whatever to me but the two of you were really hitting it off,” Taehyung said with a shrug that had Jungkook rolling his eyes.

“Come on, we’ve met once and I was drunk,” Jungkook said, “She’s cute but… I don’t know.”

He ignored the way Taehyung’s eyes seemed to narrow suspiciously, “You don’t know? You seemed to be pretty good talking to her over drinks and now you don’t know? What made you ditch out on me anyway?”

Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “Something came up—“

“No!” Taehyung groaned, “Don’t give me that bullshit. What was it?”

There was a slight pause in the conversation as the server came to take their orders but Taehyung just ushered them away to come back later. Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, seeming exhausted before saying, “Nothing, honestly, just…”

“Just?”

“Y/n came to the studio.”

Silence filled the space between the two again as Taehyung stared at him dumbfounded. Jungkook couldn’t even think of anything to respond with either so they just sat there feeling the tension grow thicker by the second. After a while, Taehyung released a nervous chuckle and sighed, “Alright, for a second I thought you were being serious. Come up with a better excuse ne—“

“I’m being serious,” Jungkook said and Taehyung was finally able to see the small difference in his friend. His hair was a bit messier and he looked tired but he didn’t look bad he just looked different. “I was working late and you were blowing up my phone to get me to meet up with you guys but there I am smoking a stupid cigarette and she’s standing there like nothing ever happened asking if it’s open!”

“Shit,” Taehyung listened, “So what happened? That’s it? Did you talk? What did you talk about?”

“She asked about you,” Jungkook said with a roll of his eyes, “Then worried about me later but, she still had the tapes.”

“What tapes?”

“The tapes,” Jungkook didn’t care to clarify because his friend should know exactly what he is talking about. It took Taehyung a moment but realization dawned on him and he gasped, “All of the movies you made with her?”

“Yes,” Jungkook said, “I-I had forgotten all about them, honestly but then she comes along telling me she was moving and a friend of hers found them and they made her curious a—fuck, it’s so weird seeing her again.”

“Did Y/n change?” Taehyung asked, watching Jungkook nod his head. Jungkook really did look exhausted like he’s been thinking about this nonstop.

“So much but like… at the same time, it’s still Y/n,” Jungkook said with a small hint of a smile, “She’s still got the same look in her eye and her smile is still the same. I don’t know, we talked about the tapes but that’s really it an—“

“So go talk to her, even if it’s just to catch up,” Taehyung tried saying, half expecting his friend to reject the idea the way he’s rejected anything that had to do with you so to hear that he ditched him because you showed up out of the blue… he wants to know what this means.

In truth, Taehyung cared a lot about you both despite not being friends with you anymore. The three of you met at an impressionable age in your young adult years so it’s hard for him to act like he didn’t care about you two. You would hang out at the skatepark, record stupid videos, do stupid things at work, and you had been one of his best friends. To even hear that you asked about him made him feel good because there’s been so many times when he’s debated just picking up the phone and calling you but never brought himself to do it.

“You think I should talk to Y/n?” Jungkook asked as the server came back once more to ask if they were ready yet but once again Taehyung asked for another minute. He nodded his head, “I think… the two of you didn’t end terribly and if she came to find you then it wouldn’t hurt to talk. I know that it’s been six years and you don’t care anymore [ you’ve said that so many times now ] but personally I would want to see the tapes.”

Jungkook’s leg began to bounce anxiously under the table as he gnawed on his lip ring in thought. “So I should see Y/n?”

“I think so,” Taehyung said with a small smirk, “Or do you really not care because it’s been six years?”

There was a mocking undertone in his voice that Jungkook chose to ignore as he suddenly rose to his feet making his decision abrupt. Taehyung didn’t even bother stopping him as he left him behind in the restaurant, he just found it amusing. When the server came back to check if they were still not ready, Taehyung apologized for wasting their time and left them a tip before leaving too.

It has been six years, that thought hasn’t slipped Jungkook’s mind yet but that’s why he’s so confused. It’s been so long and you dumped him so for you to reach back out to him suddenly telling him you still have the tapes… don’t you realize how that can mess with his head? He’s over you, you’re over him so why would you do that? He has to know and that’s why he called the number you gave him the other night and asked to meet up.

When he got to your apartment building he was a bit taken back by the size of it. Compared to the small shoebox the two of you lived together in once upon a time, this was big and spacious. The inside was honestly what he expected. There was a record player in the corner with some old vinyls he knew you had: Deftones’ Around the Fur, Nirvana’s In Utero, Flyleaf’s Flyleaf, etc. You had a couple dead houseplants in various shades of dark green but no flowers, you seemed to still like the color black and you liked your bands and horror movies. On your coffee table was an arrangement of magazines all from the same publication and a drawing board next to it.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You asked from the kitchen, nervous to see him looking around so curiously. It was strange to have him here at your new place after claiming you were leaving the past in the past. Clearly that had been a lie because you’re the reason he’s here right now, you’re the one who reached out to him so you have no right to feel weird about him calling you tonight.

“Just water,” Jungkook mumbled to himself as his eyes casted down on the rundown box that he had been trying oh-so-desperately to avoid. It was shut but not well and the tape player laid next to it connected to the TV. He was itching to go through the tapes but he was also scared of what he would find on them.

Instead, he walked over to your record player looking through the various vinyls to see if he could play one. You’ve had the same player for years, it’s one he bought with you so he was well used to it and for some reason, he didn’t hesitate to go to it and play something himself like he used to. He chose a Deftones album and ‘Sextape’ began to play just in time for you to come to him with a glass of water looking at him curiously.

“Sorry,” Jungkook said once he realized he had subconsciously done what he used to do anytime he came over to your place, “Force of habit?”

It was stupid that a habit he had six years ago was coming back to him but for some reason seeing you again was making him realize how much the two of you used to love each other. He doesn’t think he has feelings for you still but he did miss you and he’ll never deny that.

Okay, false, he denied it all the time to Taehyung but that was then. He thought he would never see you again and if he did it was just in passing and that you would barely acknowledge him but that’s not what happened and he couldn’t help but miss you. If only he knew you felt the same but he always struggled to read you.

“It’s alright,” you said, moving to sit on the couch with his glass on the table letting him come join you. He sat down with a foot or two of space in between and looked around making you smile. You didn’t mean to smile but he just seemed so curious and intrigued by everything in here and as he looked around you looked at him.

God, he looked different. Last time you didn’t get a good look at his tattoos but right now you’re taking them all in with interest. Back then he would go on and on about all the tattoos he would get and now that he has them, you’ll admit he looks so good. He seemed to be doing so well for himself and that made you feel happy to see him doing what he always wanted to do. The confidence just radiated off him when before he was always a bit more insecure.

Not even just in his future plans but his looks too and now you’re noticing how buff he’s gotten. His arms and shoulders were huge and he looked intimidating, you’re sure if the 18 year old Jungkook saw what he looked like now, he wouldn’t believe it.

“How many have you watched?” Jungkook finally asked in regards of the tapes and for a second you forgot that’s why he came and it wasn’t just to catch up.

“A few, not all of them though,” you confessed looking at the box, “Some are hard to watch.”

He didn’t need you to elaborate to know what you were talking about. Toward the end of your relationship, there wasn’t a time Jungkook wasn’t recording you too and unfortunately that meant he caught a few rough moments on video. He developed them on tapes because he didn’t want to waste them and when he had given them to you he was mad and wanted to be petty so he gave them all but now he wishes he didn’t.

He realizes now that he’s not mad about the past. You dumped him because you were going to school and Jungkook wanted to go back to Busan with no real plan for his future. You worked so well together but it was so obvious that you reached a point where you wanted different things and you’re the one who had the guts to end it. Of course at the time it destroyed him but now that he’s grown from it, he can’t be mad anymore.

“Do you want me to play one?” You asked once he fell silent for too long. Jungkook bit his lip nervously before nodding his head shyly. You left his side to go set everything up and he just watched you feeling anxious. He hasn’t seen these tapes in six years and he’s not sure what to expect.

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ JJK 21: THE ARGUMENT ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

The video started with a view of a snake terrarium in your old bedroom. It belonged to Jungkook but when he moved in with you, he brought it with and it stayed. It was red and warm with a small snake hiding in its cave but it was pretty and the two of you used to pass time staring at it with curiosity. There was a soft rock song playing in the background but it was muffled by your voices.

In truth, Jungkook had forgotten he was recording.

“So you’re going back to Busan?” Your voice was a bit groggy and low like you were scared to raise your voice too much. It was late and the two of you had spent most of your time at some manga store after work and have just now gotten home. You’ve been quiet since you had dinner and this is the first thing you’ve said to him since.

Jungkook was in a small Korn band tee that didn’t cover his full waist and showed a bit of his belly button piercing but he never really cared how his clothes fit him. His black jeans were always baggy and torn and his beanies always flattened his hair. He used to have a certain look that drew everyone’s attention even when he didn’t want it.

“Come with me,” Jungkook said in his deep tone, “I know it’s sudden, Y/n, but I don’t want to leave you, I don’t care if it’s not that far.”

“So why leave at all?” You asked, sitting down on bed avoiding his gaze, “You can do whatever you want here, why do you want to go back?”

Jungkook stayed quiet for a moment as he thought about it, “I don’t know, I don’t feel at home.”

You didn’t say anything as you sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall to avoid looking at him. He hasn’t forgotten that you haven’t answered him yet, “Come with me.”

“I don’t know,” you admitted after some time contemplating, “What would we do?”

“We can stay with my brother for a while, find a job and start working,” Jungkook offered excitedly as he dropped down to his knees in front of you, making sure your attention was on him and not the ground, “We’ll find a place together.”

“What about school?” You asked. You’ve got about a year left, if that, and you can’t just move somewhere else and register all over again. You’ve got internships lined up and the right connections here. You have plans.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, “You can transfer, it’s not hard, right? Just think about it Y/n, just you and me. We don’t have to worry about your family or anything else.”

“I can’t.”

For a second he wondered if you said anything at all because it was so quiet but when you looked up at him apologetically, he asked, “Why not?”

“I can’t just pick up everything and leave with you Jungkook,” you told him, slightly bothered by the fact that he didn’t understand that, “I’ve got plans that don’t involve me moving to Busan with a boy I’ve dated for a little over a year and who I probably won’t even be with for long.”

“What?” His face hardened as he listened to you, “You don’t want to be with me?”

“I didn’t say that,” you sighed, “I’m sorry, that’s not how I meant it, I just…”

“Just what, Y/n? Because last night we were talking about spending forever together and now you’re saying we won’t be together for long?” Jungkook said with a scoff as he stood up, his camera completely pushed to the back of his mind.

You ran your hand over your face with worry, “That was before you told me you want to move back to Busan,” you said honestly, “I don’t want to go anywhere, if you want to go and start over somewhere else then do it but you can’t just ask me to change everything I’ve had planned just so I could follow you. You don’t even have a real plan to go back. It might not feel like home to you here, Jungkook, but it does for me and it’s not fair that you can just ask me to pack up and leave when we’ve got nothing going on.”

“We have each other,” Jungkook’s voice was softer because he sounded hurt, “Isn't that enough?”

“For you, maybe, but not for me,” you argued coldly, “I can’t change my life for you.”

Jungkook stood there seemingly frozen as you got up from the bed, pushing past him and locking yourself in the bathroom away from him. He wasn’t sure what to think right now other than this was the first argument the two of you have ever had. It was an argument, right?

What even happened? You had spent such an amazing day together, he picked you up after your last class and you went out to eat. You went to a park where he played a song for you on the guitar you bought him and the two of you had been laughing all day. It felt so sweet until the moment he mentioned Busan and suddenly you had grown distant.

Suddenly you were saying the two of you wouldn’t last, is that true?

“Y/n?” You could hear Jungkook call for you with a small knock on the door, “Babe, can we talk?”

“I don’t want to,” you sniffled, “I just want to be alone right now.”

Jungkook pulled away from the door feeling dejected and blown off. He ran his fingers through his messy hair anxiously and looked around your shared bedroom for his things. He’ll just give you time to yourself and maybe later you could think things through again.

As he looked for his phone and keys, his eyes landed on the camcorder that captured the moment his snake left its cafe to curl up against a small log. He picked the camera up curiously, eyes widening as he saw it was recording.

․ ∘ ⊹ ✰ ┆ THE END ┆ ✰ ⊹ ∘ .

Jungkook sat there as still as ever, staring at the screen with glossy eyes as he watched the frozen image of himself pick up his camera—realizing he left it on. He looked down at his glass of water, feeling his throat become dry as he brought it to his lips, hand shaking.

Although it was six years ago and he had not thought about it once… seeing this video just brought him back to that day. It wasn’t the only argument the two of you had but he must’ve learned his lesson and kept the camera off. Later on the two of you argued and you said some hurtful things to him that you later apologized for but it didn’t make him feel any different.

That was the moment he realized maybe the relationship really would not have lasted long.

“Jungkook,” your voice was so soft now, slightly deeper and more mature but anytime you said his name it made his head spin nonetheless like he still couldn’t believe it.

When he looked up at you, you’re not sure what you had expected but it definitely wasn’t the sight of his reddened eyes as he took jagged breaths trying to calm his racing heart.

It’s just… back then he had been struck with such limerence that all he could think about was the two of you together anyway it could be. Sometimes it didn’t even matter if you weren’t sexually intimate, just knowing someone loved him and wanted him was enough and when you broke up with him… it hurt. It hurt really fucking bad and this video reminded him a bit of how that felt.

“I kept some tapes too,” he finally admitted, clearing his throat and changing the subject in hopes that you wouldn’t see how he was feeling. He circled the rim of his glass with his index finger as he looked down at his lap to avoid your soft gaze. A smile came to his face as he scoffed, “Um, this is kinda embarrassing to admit but… the last person I dated dumped me because I wouldn’t throw them away.”

“Because of the memories?” You asked quietly and he nodded. That’s how Jungkook was, once he told you how he never wanted to forget anything no matter how it made him feel and in this case he wanted to remember you no matter what happened and in a sense you had been the same. You wanted to keep the tapes because being with him had felt like home to you and you never wanted to leave it behind even if you said you were over it.

Watching them again was making you realize how much you needed Jungkook at the time and how much he had needed you. Maybe you still need him and it took you this long to admit that, knowing he couldn’t let you go either was like a slap in the face after the things you said to him.

The amount of times you argued that you had a future planned that didn’t need him in it only because you were heading toward different directions in life. Where Jungkook was more laidback, you were uptight and that had not been a good mix then. You told him you couldn’t just sit around in Busan and only have what the two of you had to rely on because one day he might decide he doesn’t need you anymore and throw you away after you changed your life for him. In the end, things happened in reverse and you wish you could just take it all back.

“Y/n—“

Jungkook went quiet as the soft buzz of a phone ringing cut him off and he was thankful. He didn’t even know what he planned on telling you and that scared him. Would he tell you that he missed you or that he thinks it would be best to never speak again?

You both looked down at your phone screen as it sat on the coffee table with a picture of you and Jimin smiling happily as he called. Your gaze shifted to Jungkook, “What were you going to say?”

The call came to an end and your attention was on him but he didn’t want to speak anymore and before he could tell you it didn’t matter, this stranger called again. He cleared his throat, “Um, you should answer that, it’s late anyway and we’ve both got work tomorrow. If you ever want to talk again… maybe we can, you have my number but I should go.

Your brows furrowed, shaking your head no as he set the glass down next to your ringing phone and stood up suddenly, “Jungkook, wai—“

He didn’t stop till he was out the door running his fingers through his hair, feeling exhausted and unsure of himself.

Watching that video reminded him that the two of you broke up for a reason and it had been valid at the time. It has been the right decision too even if it hurt and although it felt like a ‘Right Person Wrong Time’ moment, there’s nothing to do now and there’s no point in dwelling on the past.

He’s moved on.

Just as you debated following him out, your phone rang once more and with a dejected sigh, you answered, “What do you want?!”

“Whoa, chill on the attitude I’ve been trying to get you to answer because I have a serious question,” Jimin said on the other end of the line. Your face softened as you grew curious and worried “What is it?”

“Am I a gold or silver jewelry type of guy?” Jimin asked as he held up two matching bracelets in thought. You went quiet on your end and he raised a curious brow only to wince at the second your voice rose a couple octaves.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You groaned, throwing yourself back on your couch annoyed that Jungkook left in such a hurry because Jimin had been blowing up your phone.

“Dead serious.”

Click.

“Hello?” Jimin spoke to himself hearing the line end, “Did you hang up on me?”

The end of the week came quicker than you had expected and yet time felt to slow down for you too. Ever since Jungkook came to your apartment and watched that video with you, you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. The look in his eyes had captured your attention more than the video had but when he left without finishing what he was going to say… that’s when you got caught up. He used to always do that to you, he would start to say something and then try and push it away so he should know by now that you would think about it.

You just can’t help but wonder what he was going to say and it’s been eating at you for days.

“Y/n, can you pretend to listen to me?” Jimin asked as he bumped his wine glass again at yours to get your attention.

“What?” You asked looking up at your two friends who stared at you with confusion, “Sorry.”

Somin’s brows furrowed, “What’s up with you? You haven’t even touched your food.”

Your plate sat there barely eaten while theirs had been cleared out. You seemed to have forgotten where you were and it wasn’t until now that you looked around to see the three of you were still sitting in a dimly lit booth having an extremely late dinner on a Saturday night.

“Nothing, I’ve just been… y'know,” you shrugged, lifting up your silverware in hopes of finding the motivation to finish your meal. You bit your lip anxiously, your friends watching you made you nervous and it was very apparent. You haven’t told them about seeing Jungkook again but you’re not sure what they would make of it and that’s the only thing that has stopped you. You’re not sure what you even make of it, much less what they would think but you’re starting to realize maybe you need a second opinion.

“I met with Jungkook,” you finally said and despite the loudness of the restaurant, your table seemed to fall silent as they both looked at you.

“When?”

“Well, the first time, a couple weeks ago,” you said honestly, “The last time… two nights ago.”

They shared a look with each other that you had no desire to learn the meaning of before Jimin asked, “This is the ex boyfriend, right? The VCR tapes boyfriend?”

“That’s the one,” you said awkwardly, “We watched a tape the other night, it wasn’t a good one but… I don’t know.”

“You mean you invited him over?” Somin asked, making you shake your head no and she continued, “He just showed up? So did he find you first?”

“Nope, I looked for him,” you told them, hiding your face in your hands, “I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why?” Jimin asked, “Did you two argue?”

“No,” you told him, “No, we didn’t… it’s just…”

“It’s just now you can’t stop thinking about him,” Somin said instead of asked and you nodded your head yes. She released a sigh, “It’s been six years, Y/n.”

“I know,” you groaned letting your head fall into your hands further, “That’s why I’m so confused.”

“But was he mad or anything?” Jimin asked.

“No.”

“Then why don’t you try and talk to him?” He went on making you look at him.

“And tell him what?”

“That maybe you should start over—“

“No!” Somin said, “No, it’s been too long. Do you honestly think Jungkook would want that? All they did was talk, it just doesn’t make sense. It’s not like he's been waiting six years to hear from Y/n.”

You had to agree with her, you have no idea what Jungkook thinks about all this if he even does.

Not far from where you were with your friends was a packed street filled with nightlife and club goers all getting into their Saturday night and he was amongst them. He rarely chooses to come out for drinks and loud music unless it’s with his friends and this time was no different. After spending the past forty eight hours practically shut in his shop, Taehyung finally got him to come out to meet with the girls from last time.

Although he had sworn off meeting with Yuna again so he wouldn’t lead her on… he found himself doing it anyway. He just needed a distraction, you’re all he’s been able to think about and it wasn’t good for him. He couldn’t think about you like this.

You were his ex-girlfriend from so long ago and though meeting with you reminded him little by little of how well you used to be together… he can’t get over the fact that you left him. You left him when he needed you and that should have been the end of it. That had been the end of it. He had gone to Busan and you went your own way, when he came back to Seoul he only thought about you every now and then like when Taehyung would bring you up… or when he would remember the tapes… or listen to Deftones… or look at the guitar you gave him…

Maybe he did think about you frequently but not as frequent as this and he didn’t like it. You’ve been a constant in his mind since he first saw you standing under a street lamp not far from him asking if his studio was open. You’ve been a constant in his mind since he first ever met you too and it’s not fair that after you left him you get to come back and try to reconcile as friends.

“Want a smoke?” Taehyung asked his friend after he realized Jungkook had gone quiet for too long even when Yuna tried to ask him things. He didn’t give a verbal response, only nodded his head and began walking out of the packed club in hopes of more room to breathe.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to reach into his pack of cigarettes and hand one to Jungkook watching his friend take it gladly and search his pockets for a lighter. He lit the end and did the same for Taehyung, looking up at the sky and attempting to tune out the loudness of the club behind him.

“So what’s up?” Taehyung asked, “You agreed to come out tonight but you seem out of it. Yuna’s been asking you questions nonstop and you’ve barely batted an eye at her.”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook took a drag of the cigarette, blowing it out shortly after with a shrug of his shoulders, “I’ll tell her I’m not feeling good or something.”

Taehyung didn’t say anything for a moment as he studied his best friend, finally asking, “Did you end up seeing Y/n?”

When Jungkook didn’t immediately react, Taehyung knew the answer. He flicked ash off the end of his cigarette and asked, “The night we had dinner?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said, avoiding his friend’s gaze, “She didn’t ask about you this time, sorry.”

Taehyung just shrugged, knowing his friend was trying to lighten the growing tension but he didn’t care. He asked, “So then what did you talk about?”

“Not much,” Jungkook cleared his throat, a cloud of smoke covering his vision for a moment as he moved to the side to let a group of drunks through, “We watched one of the tapes though.”

“Which one?”

“It was an argument. I think it was when I first brought up Busan,” Jungkook admitted, kicking a rock with the tip of his black combat boot.

Taehyung nodded understandingly, “That’s it?”

“Pretty much, I left because some guy kept calling her,” Jungkook said, “I wasn’t sure if it was her boyfriend or not.”

Taehyung released a scoff, “You couldn’t have asked?”

“Why would it matter to me if it was?” Jungkook asked, “We’re exes for a reason, right?”

“And what was the reason, Jungkook?” Taehyung asked with a slightly harsher tone at his friend’s nonchalance, “Because you wanted her to follow you somewhere new and she didn’t want to. You’re back now, there’s no reason to not talk anymore so why didn’t you ask?”

“It won’t change anything,” Jungkook argued, annoyed by his friend’s need to always make him think about you when he didn’t want to, “So why bother?”

“Because it’s Y/n!” Taehyung said, “I get it, I really do. It’s been so long since you dated and it might not mean shit now but it did then and that’s never going to change no matter how hard you try and lie to yourself about it. And if it really didn’t matter anymore then you wouldn’t be out here tonight trying to forget seeing her again.”

“I went to see her because you told me to,” Jungkook said through gritted teeth.

“No,” Taehyung scoffed, “You went to see her because you wanted to, I just gave you the final push.”

“Nothing’s going to change thinking about her,” Jungkook said, “She’s a new person, so am I.”

“But on the inside you’re both still those same kids who ran away from home only to find it in each other again,” Taehyung said with a softer tone, “Come on man, I hate this sappy shit but open your eyes and realize that your home has always been with Y/n, that’s why you came back.”

“You’re wrong,” Jungkook glared at the ground, a lump forming in his throat, “She dumped me, she didn’t need me—“

“That’s not true and you know it, you grew apart because you wanted different things at the time but what about now?” Taehyung asked, “Y/n looked for you—I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to make you mad talking about it but Yoongi called me a few weeks back—right before you told me she went to the studio. Who do you think told her you were back?”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he watched his cigarette burn on its own. He remembers when you went and you talked about the tapes but he didn’t have the courage to ask how you knew where he worked or that he had moved back. He should have asked but did it matter?

The muffled sound of music and chatter blurred out the silence that had grown between the two friends and Taehyung knew Jungkook had nothing to say. When a phone began to ring and the chest pocket of Jungkook’s black plaid flannel lit up with the outline of a screen and Taehyung didn’t have to ask to know who that might be. He dropped his cigarette on the floor to put it out with his shoe before placing an encouraging hand on his friend’s shoulder and leaving him outside alone.

For a moment Jungkook debated following him back into the dark nightclub and pretending like he was having the time of his life with Yuna but he knew he wouldn’t. He reached into his pocket and answered the call without another wasted second of hesitation, “Hello?”

“Jungkook, hey?” Your voice sounded a bit hoarse and he could hear noise behind you, “Are you, um, bu—do you have a moment?”

Jungkook looked up at the moon, taking a deep breath coming to terms with the fact that he’s afraid to open himself up to you again even if it’s just as acquaintances, “I’m not busy.”

“Really?” You asked slightly surprised, “Well, I—I was wondering if maybe you… um… maybe you wanted to meet me somewhere? O-or if, y’know you’re home… maybe I could come over to talk about us? My friend interrupted us last time and I feel like a lot of things went unsaid.”

You mentally cringed at yourself for sounding so nervous but what else was there to be expected? If you didn’t tell Jungkook how you felt now then maybe it’ll be another six years before you get to do it again—or worse, you won’t get another chance.

Jungkook looked around for the street sign as if he could imagine the distance he is from your place, “Where are you?”

Your heart seemed to raise, “I’m out with friends downtown but I can leave right no—“

“Where downtown?” He asked, walking just a bit away from the club entrance, listening to you tell him the street, “I’m a couple blocks down from there, at Club X.”

“Club X?” You asked and for a moment he debated telling you he was just with Taehyung but you quickly said, “Don’t move, I’ll walk.”

“Y/n, wai—“

Click.

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair nervously, looking around once more knowing he should just stay put but you told him where you were too and the thought of just standing here waiting for you to arrive didn’t sit well with him. It would be too long of a wait and if he waits any longer he’s scared he’ll back out from wanting to see you too… so he ran.

You left your friends without much thought to how they felt about it, you paid your bill and left them just like that, practically running out the door. Before Jungkook could reject your proposal you hung up on him and that meant that if he didn’t want to see you then he would be leaving soon and you had to get to him before he did. You just needed to be honest.

Your feet ached from the heels you wore but that didn’t stop you from running down the uneven sidewalk, bumping into people on your way and checking for traffic whenever you crossed a street.

You wanted to be with him again, or at least try to be even if it was just as friends. It didn’t even have to be romantically [even if all the romantic feelings you had for him came back], you’ll take whatever he gives you as long as you know that he might feel the same. That’s all you want to know, that he might feel the same so you ran to him.

Jungkook was out of breath but he moved at a quicker pace than you did, running so fast he nearly dropped the person that bumped into him but he caught them before they could fall and held them by the arm, “Sorry.”

You stopped, tightening your hold on his forearm in shock, “Jungkook?”

He nearly stumbled as he froze on the spot, looking down at the person he bumped into on his way to you and his heart raced, “Y/n.”

“Jungkook, I—I told you to wait,” you stuttered as the two of you stood there at the end of a crosswalk ignoring all the people that passed you, “I—it’s about us, I wanted to see you—“

“Y/n,” he repeated your name, eyes scanning your face for any sign that you might regret asking to meet him but he found none. Before he could stop himself, his hands had made their way to your jaw, pulling you closer and it was all you needed to see to throw your arms around his neck and drag him down to meet your lips with his.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate to kiss you back with as much need and desire as you had and let his eyes shut, relishing in the feel of your soft lips that he had forgotten the taste of. The small kiss had been everything he missed, so soft and tender yet there was no mistaking the intense longing in each languid movement of your tongue with his that he nearly forgot where the two of you were till a car was honking annoyingly at the public display of affection—egging it on.

You pulled back with a pant, trying to catch your breath as your eyes ran along his face trying to understand his expression, hands sliding down to his ribs unsure if you should hold him or not. There was a lot you wanted to say but right now you wanted to feel him like this more, “Where?”

Jungkook bit his lip, breathing heavily through his nose as he slid his hand into yours and pulled you toward the street raising a hand to call a cab, “Mine.”

He was also aware that the two of you needed to talk and he planned on doing that but first… first he just needed to have you in his arms again. He just needed to feel you want him back one more time before the weight of whatever the two of you talked about came crashing down and there was no going back. It’s been six years of not being with you, you would think any ounce of romantic attraction would be gone and yet every time he remembered you or thought about you, it hit him harder than before and he spent the cab ride kissing you like he would never get the chance again—and he might not.

When you got to his house, you didn’t get a chance to look around when Jungkook was dragging you back into his arms, kicking the front door shut and kissing you.

“We’ll talk after,” you said more to yourself than to him when he yanked off his unbuttoned flannel, walking you backwards down a hall.

“After,” Jungkook repeated, breathless as he pulled away to kiss down your neck, placing soft kisses along your jaw and down your jugular. You craned yourself back to give him more room and dunk your fingers into his short black hair. He let his hands roam down your body, memorizing the feel of you under his fingertips once more and gripping your sides as you released a small gasp when the back of your knees hit a bed and you were falling back. His hands went to your back feeling along the material of your short black dress he hadn’t had a chance to admire and gently touched your ass, making you breathless before you felt his fingers slip under the hem further to feel along your spine, pulling the dress up until you were taking it off.

“It’s been so long,” he whispered softly between small kisses along your shoulder blade, letting you fall back on the bed in nothing but your underwear and bra. He sat back on his knees, staring down at you with glossy eyes. God, he missed you so much. He missed everything about you from your body to the way you used to softly run your fingers through his hair.

Six years.

Six years without seeing you laying down underneath him sliding a finger between the valley of your breasts teasingly, reaching behind you to take it off. He watched, nearly hypnotized by the way you slowly revealed all of yourself to him, saying, “Too long, I’ve almost forgotten how you feel.”

Jungkook licked his lips looking down at your bare chest, sinking down to lower his head until his nose lightly brushed against your soft skin making you wither just a little.

“I’ll fix that,” he whispered, eyes meeting yours and pressing a light kiss on your exposed breast, warm breath tickling you and making you bite your lip with anticipation.

“I want to see you,” your voice was as soft as his had been and he couldn’t help but sigh in content, nodding his head and pulling back to undress. He yanked off the black t-shirt he had worn under his flannel and kicked off his black denim jeans throwing them off somewhere on the floor near his snake terrarium that produced a red light—a huge contrast to the blue hue of light the rest of his apartment showed. When he sat bare between your parted legs you took in the sight of him.

His tattoos danced across his skin with every flex of his arms and it was all so new to you that you wanted to memorize it all. You reached your hands out hesitant to touch him, and heard a quiet gasp come from between his lips when your hands ran over his chest feeling every ridge of abdomen muscle, until you touched the top ball of his belly button piercing—surprised he still had it. His muscles tightened, feeling your fingertip slide back up until you were tracing the patterns of ink on his arm and shoulder.

"Y/n," Jungkook said your name with such tenderness that you stopped and looked up immediately, watching him hover over you and lower his mouth to the expanse of your neck sucking on your skin lightly. You bit your lip with want feeling his kisses moving lower, kissing along your collarbone. You ran your hands along his back when his tongue licked down to the valley of your breasts, tracing circles around your hardened nipple teasingly, bringing one into his mouth and sucking gently. The tip of his tongue flicked at your bud before capturing the whole thing in his mouth and licking the end, hands running along your sides to keep your body in place.

He kept this up for some time that all you could do was lay there and attempt to catch your breath as he memorized himself with your body again. It wasn’t just your breasts that got attention, he kissed your ribs and stomach, down your arms and along your neck. When he kissed along your navel toward your pelvis, his rough fingertips played with the hem of your panties until you were lifting your hips enough for him to slip them off you, leaving you just as nude as he.

“I missed this,” he said hoarsely, hands sliding down your inner thighs until he was slowly pulling them apart and fixing himself comfortably between them, “I don’t think you realize how much.”

He didn’t even realize how much he had missed—he didn’t allow himself to and now that he’s done it, it’s all he could focus on.

“I missed you too,” your tone was soft yet he could feel the emotion through it and it made him pause for a moment, debating if this was a confession or not and if he should stop so the two of you could talk.

He hadn't even touched you in the place you needed him most and yet you were on edge already. It’s not like you had expected to even kiss—much less this—that you found yourself already aroused but it felt so good to have him touch you again. After so much time apart, your body still reacted to him the way it used to and part of that scared you to admit.

"Jungkook," you licked your lips when his hair tickled against your cunt meaning he was getting closer. He hummed in response. Your voice was dry as you asked, "Condom?" It took him a second to pull away looking you in the eye as he sat back. Realization hit him like a truck as he stared down at your naked body then his, painfully aware of his hardened member and how quickly you had made him like this with only some kissing and teasing. He shook his head, "I don't—"

You sat up enough to pull him down and kiss him again, wanting nothing more but for this to continue whether you had a condom or not. “I don’t care, if you don’t.”

It didn’t take him long to understand what you meant and with the way your tongue kissed his, he couldn’t deny you even if he wanted to. Before, he used to take his time with you, making sure he satisfied all your needs with his tongue or fingers—whatever you wanted and he had subconsciously decided to do that tonight too. The only difference is that it’s been too long to take his time, he needed you now.

Your eyes ran over his body, still in disbelief with the sight of him above you, watching his hand slide down his toned stomach to his aching member. He stroked the tip of his cock softly, in search of some release as he let you take all the time you needed to watch him. The room was quiet aside from your heavy panting and buzz of his heat lamp but it still felt so loud. Your blood rushed to your ears, realizing what the two of you were doing and for a moment you wondered if this was a good idea but it didn’t take long for you to realize you didn’t care either way. You could worry about the repercussions later.

Jungkook leaned down between your parted thighs until his lips brushed against yours and his hard cock pressed against your wet heat, “You’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart dropped at his tender words, breath hitching in your throat and letting your hands touch against his arms, “Even after so long?”

There was a soft sound of a cricket not far outside the window and when he whispered, “Everlong,” to you, you had to stop and stare into his eyes in search of something to say. It was a small ode to Foo Fighters’ song ‘Everlong’ and how no matter how much time you spent apart, he would forever feel this way about you.

The red heat lamp did little to light the room along the moon but he still saw the way your eyes seemed to water, feeling your hands brush against his cheek, “I’m sorry.”

He seemed to freeze even as his cock aligned with your folds, coated in your arousal and all he needed was one push of his hips to feel you once more and yet he stopped, “Sorry?”

Did you want to stop?

Did you realize that this might not be the best idea?

Had he said something that made you want to leave?

“I was scared,” you admitted suddenly, “We wanted different things and I was scared that you would realize that after it was too late and you would just throw me away.”

He resisted the urge to scoff, bringing a hand up to push your hair out of your face and onto the pillow, “You know I never would have, baby.”

The pet name slipped out without his intention, “I never loved anyone as much as I loved you.”

It didn’t slip by either of you his use of past tense but you understood what he meant and you hated that you couldn’t before. It’s crazy how a silly little friendship between two coworkers who like the same music and style had developed so far out into the future that when your relationship ended, you couldn’t ever fully move on.

“I want to feel you,” you whispered, your nose brushing against his as he dropped his head to look down at the small space between your bodies. Jungkook was gentle in finding your entrance with the tip of his cock, guiding himself between your folds until you released a gasp at the stretch. Although it hurt for a moment, it didn’t take your body long to get used to him—like it had been waiting to feel him all this time and your mouths drew open in silent gasps when he bottomed out waiting there for the stretching. Even without foreplay your bodies seemed to know exactly what they needed to do and you hugged him, releasing a small moan in his ear as he dropped his head against your neck. Jungkook felt his heart race as you clung to him, letting him get used to feeling your walls around his dick once more and for a second it felt like too much, “Oh fuck, I missed you.”

“I missed you so much,” you confessed with a sigh when he drew his hips back slightly before bringing them forward in a single thrust as if testing the waters first, “So much, Jungkook.”

What’s crazy is how you had been so unaware of it as if some of the things you did weren’t constant reminders of him that you had to force yourself to forget. You still wore beanies because of him, you listened to fucking Korn because of him, you still slept on the right side because he liked the left—even when past partners would argue that they liked that side too, you never changed it. You had craved him in every aspect of your life even when you had forgotten it… that’s why you kept the tapes.

You let out a moan from his slow thrusts, in and out, in and out, dragging his cock out slowly as if letting you remember what it felt like to have him inside of you against and it had your legs moving to wrap around his waist. You grip his shoulders tightly moving your hips in rhythm with his, it was a slow and sensual yet rough fucking that had you begging, “Jungkook, more."

He rose his head from your neck, hips thrusting his thick cock into your wet pussy, doing exactly what you wanted.

He licked the corner of your mouth as you watched his hips draw back before pushing forward harshly, “I wanted to stop thinking about you, baby, but I couldn’t.”

You heard him clearly and you didn’t need to ask to understand what he meant, you simply ran your hands down his toned, muscular back guiding him to fuck you harder as he went on, “Even when I thought I hated you, I couldn’t let you go.”

The two of you were supposed to talk after and yet he he was losing his rhythm and talking to you while passionately and aggressively fucking you. “I’m sorry,” you repeated with a soft moan, “I should have never left you.” You kiss him for a moment before he moves down and leaves a bite on your chest making you whine out from it and he moves his hands down to your hips, gripping tightly as he fucked you harder, “You’re right, you shouldn’t have.”

" Jungkook," you moaned again, clinging to him, feeling your climax close, "I still love you."

He seemed to come to a halt at your sudden confession and you nearly pushed him away, surprised by yourself and your impulsiveness but he only pressed his body harder against yours.

"I love you so fucking much," he growled into your chest as he began to pound into you. The room filled with a string of moans as he fucked you unlike he ever had before, completely different yet still as passionate as he used to and moaned into your ear, “So close.”

“Ngh,” you gasped, “You feel so good, I think I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Mhm,” he hummed in content, clinging to you as much as possible, “Please, Y/n, I need to feel it, one more time baby, it’s been so long since you came for me.”

His thumb had slid down your body until it found your clit which had hardened with arousal and he rubbed light patterns around it, feeling your walls twitch and it became harder for him to drag his cock back out with the way you tightened.

“I’m going to cum,” he admitted, nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs urging you to let him go but your legs held him in place and he realized what you wanted—he wanted it too. He didn’t want to pull away from you for even a second and as your walls convulsed around him with release, he couldn’t help but let go with a moan.

He held your body to his panting heavily as your sweat covered bodies clung to each other desparatelt, both letting your orgasms ride their wave before pulling apart.

It took him a moment to gather enough strength to pull out, doing so with a small tired grunt until he was rolling onto his back feeling out of breath, hand searching for yours on the bed.

The realization that the two of you just had unprotected sex after six years apart seemed to hit you first and you sat up worried, looking over at him as he struggled to catch his breath, “Bathroom?”

He lifted a tired hand toward his en suite and you left him tired and alone in the darkness of his bedroom.

You cleaned yourself up as best as you could, trying not to let what just happened cloud your mind and remind yourself that you had wanted to talk to him. You’re not sure what this meant, if this meant anything more than just sex between ex lovers or if this was more but you didn’t have much time to question it when Jungkook knocked on the bathroom door and let himself in. He walked past you to the large bathtub, running the water and letting it fill as he looked at you with worry, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded your head, biting your lip, “You?”

A small smile came to his face as the water quickly filled behind him, “Yeah.”

When the bathtub was filled, Jungkook took your hand in his and led you inside the water, “But we should talk.”

“I agree,” you said, suddenly shy by your nakedness and brought your knees to your chest, sinking into the water with your back pressed against the side of the rub. Jungkook sat on the other end, never letting go of your hand as he pulled you toward him until you were between his legs with your back against his chest.

“Y/n,” his voice was soft as he cupped water in his palm to pour down on your bare shoulder, “I really did miss you.”

You released your lip from between your teeth, leaning further against him, “I missed you too.”

“And I want to be with you,” Jungkook admitted, “Even if it’s not how it used to be.”

It was impossible to be how it was six years ago and he’s realized that now but he doesn’t care. If you asked him to be friends even after the passionate sex the two of you had just had, he would do it as long as it meant he could be with you.

“You don’t hate me?” You asked sounding worried. You still loved him and it was embarassing enough to know you finally admitted it when he was inside you but it didn’t change the fact that it was true. You loved Jungkook so much and maybe you always had deep down even when you told yourself you didn’t but could the two of you really try this again?

“I could never,” he said placing a soft kiss on your shoulder as he began to wash the front of your body with his sponge, “You know that.”

“But I left you—“

“No, I left you,” Jungkook said, “I’m the one who wanted to move Y/n, not you. I’m the one who made you feel like you had to choose.”

You stayed quiet and he worried he upset you.

“I came back because I realized that my home wasn’t anywhere else but with you,” he confessed, “And I was too much of a coward when I came back that I didn’t go looking for you the second I had the chance to.”

“Jungkook,” you turned to face him, cuddling into him in the bathtub and eyes wide with affection, “Let’s try, one more time. L-let’s, let’s give us a shot… I… I—I have so much I wish I could’ve done better and if you just give me a chance I promise I will love and support anything you do—“

“Y/n, I would give us a million chances over again if it means I could be with you still.”

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Missed this alot!!

Teachers Pet | JJK (8)

—chapter eight: exes and graduation

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what's the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, college!au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, fluff, smut, angst

♡ ⟶word count: 9.4k

♡ ⟶chapter contains: here. we. go. smutttt at first (yall deserve it after the hiatus), m. oral (m.receiving), cum swallowing, f. fingering, implication of back shots, soft morning sex <3, unprotected sex, creampie, jealous!jk, introduced to oc’s ex, dahlia and helen are besties, prettyy angsty, nessa ruins everything what’s new, jungkook is a lil shady too, oc has a breakdown, oc makes some poor decisions, cliffhanger

♡ ⟶chapter summary: With your much anticipated graduation comes exes and a truck full of complications. Your relationship with Jungkook is tested to a max as everything falls apart on your special night.

this is part 8 of my teachers pet series, not a stand-alone

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The night before graduation…

“Shh,” you spit out between a laugh. “You’re gonna wake up Lia.”

Jungkook downs his third and last shot, wincing at the bitter liquid, immediately chasing it with Dahlia’s watermelon juice that you settled for as a chaser. The house is silent for the most part, a low strum of instrumentals coming from his record player in the living room. Jungkook groans before pulling your waist into him.

“Come here,” he mumbles, lips messily crashing a big kiss onto yours. You toss your head back as you allow another cackle to escape, Jungkook bringing your third and last shot up to your lips. “C’mon, last one baby.”

It’s been a while since you’ve consumed any hard liquor, a mixture of embarrassment and worry consuming you as you don’t know how you’ll behave in front of him. But you like feeling good, so you don’t resist.

You also forgot how fast working Don Julio was and how much of a lightweight you are, but that’s the only thing Jungkook had that seemed grand enough to celebrate with. He’s no usual drinker either, his collection runs rather small.

Tilting your head back and widening your jaw, you allow Jungkook to pour the shot into your mouth, letting it trail straight to your throat and hurriedly past your tastebuds, a little bit spilling out when you bring your head back down. Jungkook doubles over, wheezing at your distasteful reaction, more giggly than ever. You’re still processing the taste but can’t help laughing at his reaction, both of you collapsing into each other while letting out periodic shushes.

Wanting to do something special before your graduation tomorrow, Jungkook thought of nothing better than getting tipsy together off controlled shots. And maybe a hard fuck later into the night. After dinner with him and Dahlia at their favorite less-known, local Korean Barbecue restaurant, Jungkook knew he needed to end your night with something at least a tiny bit special. Especially after the run-in you both had with his ex a couple nights ago, the same run-in he assured wouldn’t happen.

“Are you excited?” He slurs his words, meaning however still intact. “…for graduation,” he makes sure to add.

“Mhm,” you tangle your fingers in his hair. “Are nervous for your speech?”

With drunk effort he uses all of his strength to prop you up on the counter, locking you in between his veined arms as he holds himself up with palms flat against the surface. He has each arm on either side of you as you’re sat on top of the sleek granite. You wince at the cold surface against your ass.

“Not at all,” he shrugs. “It’s gonna be a piece of cake, I gave one last year.”

You don’t comprehend his response as you’re too immersed on his body between you, and locking your legs around his back, you pull him closer into you. You let out another “shh,” before joining your lips with his. He’s eager, and it takes you nanoseconds to realize his downfall with alcohol is horniness.

He’s already moaning, which you giggle at, wasting no time to lift you off the counter, making sure to grab your ass harshly before whispering “let’s go upstairs.”

He manages to keep his hands all over you even when walking up the stairs, nearly tripping and causing you both to erupt in another fit of suppressed laughter. Sneaking into his bedroom he quietly closes the door behind the two of you and tosses you onto the bed, already climbing over you to rejoin your lips. Heavily exhaling when he deepens the kiss, his tongue sloppily explores your mouth as Jungkook’s eagerness consumes him. His right hand wastes no time at your waistband, prying himself in. You lift your hips up to grind against his bulge, making it harder for him to take your pants off but you don’t care, you needed to feel him sooner.

It’s when you’re both breathing heavily and trying your best to undress each other that you’re startled by a sudden laugh slipping out of him, the kind that builds every passing nanosecond until he’s flipping over beside you onto his back, holding his stomach and all as you ask is “what’s so funny?”

“Remember Nessa’s face when we caught her with that guy at the mall?” He says with a struggle.

You don’t appreciate that that’s what he’s thinking about right now, but you give him the benefit of being hammered. Plus it makes you laugh too upon remembrance.

“How can I forget?” you trail as you shift onto your side to face him.

The laughter dies down into an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook smiling as he looks up at you. He glances at your chest then back up to your eyes.

“But fuck that,” His voice is a whisper. “Let’s talk about how sexy you were standing up to her.”

Unable to resist, he’s already straining his neck to reach your jaw, leaving wet kisses all along it as you comfortably hum. “Was I?” You entertain.

“So fucking sexy jagi,” he’s reached your neck, his hand finally maneuvering into your pants. His touch is anticipated and slow, waiting to feel him on you any second. Your body jolts when you feel his middle finger trace your slit, poking in to feel how wet you are for him. “So fucking sexy,” he repeats.

“Kiss me again,” you almost whine. He’s quick to oblige, picking it up where you left off. Moaning against his mouth, you bite his lip when he slips a finger into you. “Fuck,” you exhale.

You feel the alcohol at its maximum, so much so that the feeling of him inside you is too much and you can probably cum on command if you tried hard enough.

“Let’s send her something.” You mumble against his mouth in the spur of the moment, shocking even yourself. You go with it though, your drunk 100 mph thoughts showing no mercy. “Show her that you’re all mine.”

Sober Jungkook wouldn’t even pay mind to your offer given that’s too much and he knows Nessa would only freak out, but Jungkook is not sober and the idea makes his dick throb.

And she wouldn’t actually see it anyway. She was thoughtful enough to send Jungkook texts yesterday that read;

Nessa: Going to a spa retreat. 1d ago

Nessa: I won’t have my phone. 1d ago

Nessa: Call the spa if there’s any emergencies with Dahlia. 1d ago

Nessa: Only Dahlia. Not you. 1d ago

To which Jungkook even kindlier told her to fuck off and that he wasn’t planning to. It’s really all sunshine and rainbows with them lately. So with Nessa not having access to her phone, Jungkook is quick to grab his off the nightstand and open the camera app.

“We’ll send and unsend just for fun,” he tells you through a mischievous giggle, like a kid doing something they’re not supposed to. “How should we do it?”

You’re quick to get in position, you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought of taking naughty pictures with him before and exactly how you’d be positioned. You guide him to sit on the edge of the bed as you get on your knees in front of him. The sight is enough to make Jungkook hurriedly take himself out, sucking in a sharp breath as you flatten your tongue against the head of his erection.

You get him wet with your saliva before closing your lips around his swollen tip, sinking down all the way so there’s not a single spec of him exposed in the picture. Just your gagged mouth around him. You look up into the lens, giving it a middle finger as your eyes well up. Jungkook thinks you look beautiful like this, choking on him with your big brown eyes up at the camera. He takes mental note to save the pic for himself too.

Jungkook sends the picture, the liquid courage working its magic like never before. And the drunk adrenaline is so good that you don’t stop, you only retract halfway on his cock then devour it again. You’re a mess gagging on him and he’s a wreck trying not to be loud.

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“Fuck jagi,” he breathes, not knowing you were able to take in all of him like that. He questions if you worked on your gag reflex just for him but is met with the obvious when you pick up your pace, taking him deeper and deeper into your throat.

Jungkook is almost embarrassed at how good it feels, but he knows he won’t be able to fight off his climax once it comes. He coaxes you to go a little slower, breathes slow as he feels everything go numb. He’s able to keep his eyes open as he watches his aftermath spur out all over your mouth, your tongue flat and eyes closed as you let it all land on your tastebuds. He swears he can cum again just at the sight alone.

“Good girl,” he uses his thumb to wipe your chin to which you suck clean. “Good fucking girl.”

He makes note to do you even better in return, thinking about all the ways he’s going to fuck you senseless so that you get a good nights sleep in preparation for your big day tomorrow.

“Get on the bed and turn around for me.”

Morning of graduation…

Everything that could’ve gone well, went well. Perfect, even.

Dahlia was up and bathed by the time Jungkook hoped, waiting downstairs eating sugary cereal he picked for her- the only thing he can serve her that she’d actually eat. Jungkook was able to run some errands while you both were still asleep, picking up your dress and his tux from the dry cleaner, even going the extra mile to get a bouquet of flowers for you.

The nerves weren’t there and you were more excited than anything, and the smoothness of the morning all comes from the power of none other than Jungkook’s dick.

Waking up, splayed out on your side and one leg risen, a large hand held onto your waist as a bulky body slowly moved into you. You wake up with closed eyes but a smile, your hand reaching back to rub at the crown of Jungkook’s hair as he gives you soft kisses on your neck.

No good mornings were said, only soft moans and whispered words of “faster” and mumbled profanities. His dick felt so filling in this position, his pace perfect and you’re overwhelmed with the touch of his hand that’s exploring all over your body. You were still sore from last night but the tinge of pain turned you on, remembering how hard he gave it to you last night and how kindly he’s giving it to you again, softer this time.

“I’m gonna cum,” is your first full sentence of the day. He grunts before agreeing, and after asking for permission to finish inside he’s quick to fill you up, a pool of whines surrounding the space of his bed.

That brings you to now, brushing your teeth with wet hair and a towel wrapped around your chest while Jungkook watches Dahlia downstairs. With this being your first time getting ready at Jungkook’s house, you can feel the domestic and natural air surrounding. When he suggested you spend your graduation morning with him, you were quick to agree, packing a makeup and toiletries bag before coming over last night.

You could get used to waking up here, you think. You already have.

“How’s it going?” Jungkook peaks in after putting Dahlia down for a nap downstairs.

You feel a small swarm of butterflies in your stomach, something about seeing the man who’s worn your pussy out all night being so nurturing- it gets to you.

“I’m almost done, did you get the dress?”

“Mhm,” he makes his way behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. You give a kind smile at him through the mirror.

The sound of Dahlia’s favorite movie always playing as background noise to the house, accompanied by the amazing smell of Jungkook even before a shower, it’s all so familiar by now. So is the gleam in his eyes as he kisses your cheek, and the warmth in his touch along your thigh. You highly enjoy these things being your familiarity’s, and you add it to your mental list of pros regarding his offer from the other night.

Sharing a home wouldn’t be too bad. Not bad at all, you think.

You haven’t put much thought into what graduation will change as far as seeing each other. You can’t just abandon your place and work to fit him into your schedule, not to mention how you also plan to put your degree to use as soon as possible. You’ve considered moving in together to be a highly reasonable option.

Graduation also means freedom with your relationship, something you’ve anticipated since day one. You’ve thought about how no longer being under the restrictions of school would make your relationship with Jungkook different. A good different. No more sneaking around, no more iffy dynamic. Now all that’s left is a couple year age difference and his fatherhood that you don’t mind in the slightest.

Everything is unfolding neatly, falling right into place.

“Any plans tonight?” Jungkook has made his way into the shower, tone loud enough to fight the harsh running water and light blow of your hair dryer.

You actually did have plans, but you’ve been putting them off for a while. You didn’t know how Jungkook would feel about a post-grad pool party that’s being thrown by some big shot rich kid you’ve spoken maybe 2 words to out of your full four years of attending the school. It’s not like you’d go for the people, though. Only the experience. It is one you can definitely live without, so you’ve concluded. It’s not like you’d have much friends there either, it’s a little hard to make friends in college when you aim for the hot professor instead.

“There’s some pool party thing but I don’t think I’m gonna go,” you tell him, carefully. “That’s if you’re not okay with it.”

Jungkook cringes at the thought of you hanging out with your graduating class at a pool party. It’s awfully high school-esque and it makes Jungkook feel like a lame dad. It also makes him feel strangely jealous.

“Would you wear a bathing suit?” That wasn’t his main concern (although it was a concern) but he wouldn’t even try to explain why he’s not too thrilled with the idea of you going.

You turn around to shoot him a “well of course” expression to his poor excuse through the fogged glass of the shower door.

He only hums, expression clearly distasteful as he fails to mask it. You bite the inside of your cheek, not upset but a little frustrated that he won’t give you a genuine reason why not. You don’t push it, though. A dumb pool party isn’t worth ruining how good things between you both have been.

“I won’t go, don’t worry.”

Jungkook frowns, now aware of how controlling he sounds, but he’s still not able to bring himself to backtrack. He proposes an alternative.

“What if I get Lia a sitter and take you out?” He shakes off excess water from his hair as he turns the water off, lazily drying off before slinging his towel over his shoulder. He hopes that sounds just as fun to you.

But he knows it’s not. Jungkook rarely gets insecure, especially since he’s pretty young compared to most people of his profession, but this specifically, makes him feel so old and boring.

As willing as he’d be to get drunk with you and party and do whatever the hell else 23-year-olds do, he’s still a dad. Young or not he must remain responsible 99% of the time. And on rare occasions, he lets that 1% shine. Like taking only three shots of Don Julio with you.

God. Jungkook shakes his head to himself as he comes to terms with how awfully boring he sounds.

Joining you at the counter, he begins brushing his teeth at the opposite sink.

“That’d be just as nice Mr. Jeon, thank you.”

Jungkook allows the nickname for once since it’ll be coming to an end soon, but oddly enough a small part of him still hopes it sticks, and he frowns again at your kindness. Especially when he knows it’s not what you really want.

He feels like an asshole basically telling you no, so he leaves the matter up for consideration in his head, hoping you’ll bring it up again later so he can redeem himself.

You finish getting ready for the big event, having straightened your hair and slipping into your silk lilac dress, one that showed the print of your nipples off in an almost elegant manner. Jungkook loved the way it looked on you, hugging your curves perfectly and showing the entirety of your smooth back. He couldn’t keep his hands off you as you applied your makeup in front of his dresser mirror.

“Hey before I forget, I got something for Lia to wear today,” you speak carefully while applying mascara. “I know you already got her something but she’d like this one more, trust me.”

Closing your mascara, you scavenge through multiple dresser drawers before remembering which one you put it in, unfolding the dress and holding it out upon retrieval.

Jungkook smiles, shaking his head in humor. It looks like the dress the fairy/princess/mermaid lady wore in Dahlia’s favorite movie (both of you are still unable to decipher what’s going on in that movie) but it’s not cheaply made. It’s a legitimate dress from the dress store, purple just like yours.

“You’re supposed to be the one receiving gifts today.”

“I saw her eyeing it at the mall, I had to go back and get it,” you catch him up. He places a long kiss onto your lips, whispering a kind “thank you” as you slip your black heels on, slapping his bum on your way out the bedroom as he slicks his hair with pomade.

“Finish getting ready, you.”

Everything was going well except for time, but your good morning repels any stress or worry.

You had planned to be out the door an hour before graduation started but ended up leaving fifteen minutes too late. Your makeup and hair touch-ups took quite long and it didn’t help when an excited Dahlia begged you to do her makeup too (the matching dresses not being enough, she wanted to look just like you) to which her stubborn dad said no, causing a tantrum that ultimately ended in Jungkook caving per usual. You sped through the girls makeup, trying your absolute best to go as minimal as possible with your high end products to reserve her youth all while you had Jungkook behind you profusely apologizing for allowing Dahlia to make you both run late. She looked somewhat of one of those toddler beauty pageant girls but her straight brown hair tamed the look down by a lot.

Jungkook was freaked out by how easily the makeup aged her little baby features, but he shook it off and hurriedly got her situated into the car, making sure to waste no more time.

You decided on riding separately so there’ll be no suspicion, per usual, and after one last debrief in the driveway, Jungkook took a full minute to put the chaos aside and soak in how beautiful you look.

“So beautiful, Y/N. You’re perfect.”

You give him one last kiss, attempting to distract the building blush, complimenting him too- though his outfit isn’t much different from what he usually wears to lectures. Black chinos, white button down, leather loafers. You still don’t fail to tell him how sexy he looks.

“Good luck, I’ll be watching you from a distance. I’m sure other guys will be too so be on your best behavior.”

After a “yeah, yeah” and another quick kiss (you couldn’t help yourselves) you say bye to Dahlia and part ways in your separate vehicles, allowing no more delays and darting it to the ceremony.

Jungkook was trying his best to drive appropriately fast but played it safe and slowed down as he was too distracted from Dahlia who kept saying “Appa look” every other minute, showing him another silly face in the mirror. He entertained her though, giggling every time but softly telling her that he has to focus on driving. He was also pretty distracted by you, who was riding pretty close to him every now and then on the road, looking like an actress from the 50’s on her way to a modeling campaign. God you’re pretty, Jungkook thought to himself.

Eventually pulling into the large building entrance, Jungkook managed to arrive in one full piece, Dahlia included, after all the distractions. He’s however not safe from the inconvenience of Nessa who’s blowing up his phone with texts. With his phone being screen side up beside him on his bench seat, he waits to find parking before seeing what she wants, more annoyed than concerned. Plus he has Dahlia with him, any emergency Nessa could be having is a Nessa problem. Not Jungkook’s.

He helps Dahlia out, her energy being at a peak and Jungkook heavily regrets giving her sugar for breakfast. He really thought the nap would help it die down but he should’ve learned by now that the girls energy is unmatched. Straightening her dress and frizzy hair with his palms, he smiles down at her and serenades her with compliments, to which the girl excitedly squeals in response; eager to show off her princess dress at the ceremony. Taking her small hand in his, he walks them to the entrance, checking his phone once they reach a sidewalk.

Nessa: You’re kidding me. 5m ago

Nessa: Are you fucking serious. 4m ago

Nessa: I tried staying out of this. 3m ago

Nessa: That whore will be hearing it. 3m ago

Confused, Jungkook opens the messages and it takes a lot for him not to fall into cardiac arrest right then and there. He stops in his tracks, a clueless Dahlia unbothered.

On his screen displays the picture of his cock in your mouth, your middle finger out to her and all.

He never unsent it.

So many emotions and thoughts race through his head all at once, guilt taking first place. He can’t ruin your night, he refuses to. He also doesn’t know what Nessa is capable of. He hates himself for agreeing to send the picture in the first place, the whole thing just looking shameful and immature in retrospect. He can’t begin to imagine what Nessa is thinking either. He shouldn’t have allowed that, but he’s determined to fix it.

Just as he goes to type a response, a fellow admin is greeting him from a distance, welcoming him in. Defeated, Jungkook slips his phone into his pocket and makes no plan to tell you about his mistake. Not tonight, he thinks. And as for Nessa, he just has to pray her anger subsides.

Jungkook has already chatted to the dean and a few other colleagues by the time you enter, having gotten caught in traffic and hitting every single red light on the way. You’re not even mad, you’re used to your luck.

Your dress is thin and smooth, almost too thin, Jungkook only now realizes. Your chest is being highlighted almost angelically, swaying with each step, and Jungkook sees all the eyes on you and immediately wishes you worn something else. He sees the countless bodies of younger men eyeing your body, darting their gaze away when you catch them.

Cowards, Jungkook thinks to himself.

Call him immature but he smirks to himself knowing none of them will ever be called half the things you call him in bed.

Unknowing of his absurd thoughts, you smile at Jungkook from a distance, making sure you keep your distance the whole night. And for cases where you do talk, it’ll be a simple professor-student chat. However, there are the odd chances that you’ll sneak off somewhere together once or twice, but you’ll save that for after your walk.

Phone to your ear, you call Helen to ask if she’s still going to make it since you mentioned to Jungkook the other night that she’d be coming. After a confirmation from her, you tuck your phone into your small handbag, making your way to the group of students lining up for the stage. You notice Dahlia in her hard-to-miss dress across the field of empty chairs, jumping around (still on that sugar rush) as an older woman who you recall to be the dean’s wife watches her as Jungkook helps set up the line of chairs on stage for the admin.

The venue is pretty, not very big but big enough for your class. It’s outdoors and the weather happened to be perfect, accompanied by blue and gold everywhere you look and a big table of champagne, gold streamers surrounding it. The big balloon-arch photo op has a professional photographer waiting on a chair beside it for takers, a low strum of music that you can’t quite tell the genre of over the pretty loud rumble of conversation surrounding you, but it’s upbeat and suiting for graduation.

Caving in, you grab a champagne flute while you wait for the ceremony to start, and you thank your lucky stars it was a little delayed. The champagne isn’t great, and you just so happen to spare a quick glance at Jungkook on the stage, who has barely kept his eyes off of you, smiling to himself as you grimace at the cheap champagne, memories of last night replaying. You almost want to text him to stop staring even though you’re just as guilty, but you’re stopped by a once familiar hand on your forearm.

“Hey,” the unexpected voice speaks.

Your heartbeat stills, but not the way it usually does. This time it’s out of genuine shock, anxiety, and panic.

You’re not surprised to see how different the man standing before you looks given you did spend four years at the same university after-all, the occasional glances being inevitable, but it’s the most up close he’s been in years. You’re not reminiscing, though, like he probably thinks you are. Instead you’re just absolutely winded that he’s rendered up the courage, or audacity, to speak to you.

“Jay.” You don’t greet, you simply just announce.

Jay. Your ex all the way from sophomore year of high school to freshman year of college. It’s been a while since the breakup, however you don’t think any amount of time will make up for how things ended. It was messy, traumatic even. And you haven’t forgave a single bone in his body.

“How are you, Y/N?”

Mouth open, jaw quite literally dropped, you scoff. You knew in the back of your mind he’d be here, but you didn’t think far ahead enough to predict this. You don’t know whether to be angry or compliment the bravery he has approaching you like this.

But you’re 23 now. Not 19. A lot has changed, including your maturity. He’s nothing to you but a person from your past, so you’ll treat him like it, because why give him the satisfaction of thinking he holds importance to you?

So you don’t lash out. You allow yourself to put history behind you for as long as this excruciating conversation lasts.

“I’m doing amazing.” It’s not a lie, you are. You could’ve gone with adding a ‘without you’ to that, but you won’t. You’re mature.

You notice Helen arrived at the entrance, skimming the venue to find you and you grow relieved as you plan to use her as a scapegoat out of this conversation. Except she doesn’t see you and takes a seat on the visitor chairs that are further away instead.

“Good.” You can’t stand his face. “That’s really good, that’s great.”

He says nothing else, making the atmosphere impossible to breathe in. You decide to engage, after all you were the one that didn’t talk to him at all after the incident.

“How about you, Jay? Still getting girls pregnant and bouncing on them?”

You catch him a bit off guard, but he doesn’t take too much offense, he knew it was coming. Shameful but almost playful he sighs while looking down at the floor then back up at you. His eyes are still so dark, you always thought that’s what made him compelling enough to stay with for all the years you did.

“We were nineteen Y/N~” he coos, casually grabbing your hand. “We were kids.”

You immediately take your hand away, another scoff escaping.

“You expect me to stand here and talk to you like nothing happened?” Your tone is louder but you’re still hushed for the sake of no one hearing. You forgo your mature, unbothered approach. This is a touchy subject and you will not let him get away with implying what he did to be forgivable.

“I had a miscarriage and you celebrated, Jay. You celebrated while I laid there in blood crying.”

It’s like he doesn’t recall that happening because his expression doesn’t budge. He’s continues to stand there tall and proud like he didn’t do what he did.

“I stayed, didn’t I? After you told me you were pregnant I stayed. No one ‘bounced’ but you.”

You laugh, amazed that you’re even tolerating this conversation right now. His demeanor is cockier than ever and his tone is condescending.

Slamming the glass of champagne down beside him, you tell him one last thing before storming off.

“You left me emotionally, Jay. All because I was carrying a child. Your child.”

Tears build and you hate that you allowed the emotion overcome you. You were healed for the most part, that was a sealed up chapter of your life that you never ever looked back on. Your heart beats profusely out of anger and hurt and you feel that stitched up wound being ripped open seam by seam with every memory you recall.

The ceremony starts, mic screeches, and you feel physically unwell as you navigate through the path of standing bodies crowding the stage. You wipe your tears and try to recollect yourself before making it over to Helen, who thankfully didn’t notice anything wrong as you hugged her and thanked her for coming before striding back to your spot in line of students awaiting their walk.

But Jungkook saw the whole thing. The jaw dropping, the anger, the hushed yelling, the hand pull, everything.

You can’t see him on stage but you do however see Dahlia in the front row swinging her little feet on the chair, which boosts your mood a bit. Scanning the rest of the venue for him, you find him in his spot alongside the other professors in attending. He’s mouthing “what happened” and you can easily detect the worry, confusion, and anger he must have for Jay all from a hundred feet away.

He hates how he can’t run up to you right now. The guilt of the picture situation stings at him too after seeing how upset you already are. He’s a little reassured when you give him a thumbs up and a smile but he knows you’re faking it for him.

The line moves and you’re brought closer to the stage.

All he can do is pray you’ll savor the moment and not let whatever just happened take away from your special moment.

Everything is a blur and nothing feels real, it feels like you’re on an acid trip from the turn of events that are unfolding, and throughout everything that just happened with Jay, you forgot you were graduating.

You’re ending a chapter of your life and the only person in the world you want to start a new one with is standing behind the audience looking so beyond happy for you. You remember this morning. You remember the first time you saw Jungkook. You remember the day in the lecture hall. The day at the art museum. You remember every memory made with Dahlia.

All of it allows you to take in the moment.

With one last smile from Jungkook, you walk across the stage, receiving your certificate and a handshake from the dean. You make sure to wave at Dahlia and Helen, then blow a kiss at Jungkook. No one could’ve made out who it was for except the recipient himself, and his smile couldn’t have been bigger.

“So. Proud.” He mouths.

It’s been about an hour into the ceremony, all of the students, family and staff mingling amongst each other sipping the budget champagne, glass after glass. Jungkook has a speech to deliver in about thirty minutes and is sat with Dahlia and Helen at a table in the meantime- Dahlia downing a french pastry from the complimentary food table. Upon their meeting, Helen adored Dahlia- still not over her resemblance to Jungkook, and it makes Jungkook shy each time she says it. Every interaction Jungkook has with Helen is shy and sweet, like a boyfriend with his in-laws and your heart aches watching them from afar.

You were over with them for what would look like an appropriate amount of time before you excused yourself to go interact with some of your classmates that you don’t really like, but you told yourself it’s the right thing to do figuring it’s the last time you’d ever have to do that.

After the certification part of the ceremony ended, you were able to fill Jungkook in on a part of your life you didn’t plan on telling him about anytime soon, and not because you didn’t want to but because it was genuinely pushed to the back of your mind. It’s something so horrible that you force away, and of course it comes back to haunt your thoughts every so often, but not when you’re around Jungkook.

Sat on two wooden boxes presumably used for sound equipment, you both hid from sight behind the venue.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

The sadness in Jungkook’s eyes makes your lip quiver, hand instinctively tangling with his as you revert your eyes to the ground instead. You know that this topic hurts him to here as a parent and as your lover. He’s crushed to hear that, to say the least.

You tried your absolute best to downplay everything you told him to save him any worry, which failed miserably. At first the new information made his blood boil and his knee involuntarily shake, teeth grinding as he thought vile things about your ex, to which you placed your hand on him and reminded him everything is fine. Jungkook hates the idea of you with some disrespectful, immature boy- or in Jay’s case, a poor excuse of a human.

He wasn’t bothered at all that you never mentioned anything to him because he understands that that’s your business and he respects that. He thought you were amazing before, but after learning this he saw you as the strongest woman on Earth, and he can’t stop thinking how right it was for you and him to be together. He gets to share Dahlia with you. That nurturing side of you didn’t come out of nowhere, so he realized now, and although you’ll never get back what you lost, he’s glad that you’re able to restore at least some of it with Dahlia.

After telling him you didn’t like talking about it, especially not at your graduation ceremony, he gave you an understanding nod followed by a long, soft kiss and promised to seal the topic and lock it away once again.

Now, Dahlia is standing with Jungkook-who’s chatting with the dean again waiting to deliver his speech in about thirty minutes, Helen went home after congratulating you like crazy and saying her goodbyes to everyone, and you’re laughing with some girl you just met tonight over how much champagne this one TA has guzzled down. The girl, who you think said her name was Sophie, asks if you’re going to the pool party, and you don’t know why but you almost feel sad when you tell her no.

“I’d love to see him at a pool party,” she says, flirty and all while eyeing someone in particular. You turn to see who, and when you see your man in her line of sight, you wash over in a cold sweat.

You’re not jealous, you’re well aware Jungkook is an attractive man and has the eyes of many of his students on him every lecture and especially tonight with his hair slicked back. You do however kindly end your time with her, making up a bathroom excuse before walking away- making sure to indirectly block Jungkook from her gaze.

Standing alone once again, something you’re used to, given you can’t parade around with who would be your date, you check your phone to pass the time.

loml❤️: How are you holding up? 9m ago

You: fine :) ready for your speech? now

Feeling the vibration in his back pocket, he looks over at you while ending his conversation with the dean, giving you a tiny smile before briefly walking to the side of the stage to prepare. You figure to use the bathroom before his speech starts, but before you can even turn around in a full 180, you do a double take as you notice someone entering the venue that you did not expect to be here, and they’re not very happy as they walk towards you.

Nessa.

“Are you ready to watch daddy on stage?” Jungkook smiles down at Dahlia as he organizes his few pages after returning your text. “I’m a little nervous, do you think you can cheer me on when I’m up there?”

Dahlia lets out a nod with a big bunny smile, her energy not at a peak anymore which is good, Jungkook was worried she’d be so excited to see him up there that she’d climb on stage too.

Helen was a big help watching her and keeping her on her best behavior, which is also good because Dahlia’s antics have distracted Helen from talking to Jungkook the whole time. Not that he doesn’t like talking to her, it’s just nerve racking for some reason. He feels like he has to be perfect for her, to gain what he guesses to be approval in a way. Jungkook knows how close you two are, and he wouldn’t want to make a wrong impression-ever.

He already feels his age is a strike so he must be perfect in every other aspect to make up for it.

Helen, however, already loves him. She sees how much he loves you, and that’s all she cares about. She finds it funny how nervous Jungkook is around her, though. So she won’t tell him for the sake of him keeping it up.

“Mommy!” Dahlia suddenly shouts, swatting at Jungkook’s thigh. Instinctively he tells her not to shout, even though they’re in a secluded area but he’s still stern on manners. He assumed Lia was talking about you- which would’ve been a first, but Jungkook’s unable to put further thought into it because when he looks up he sees his life flash before his eyes.

Jungkook’s heart accelerates, he knows why she’s here. That damn picture must’ve struck that big enough of a nerve that she used the emergency location app that her and Jungkook share for whoever has Dahlia. He only turns it on when he has Dahlia with him, and vice versa. But clearly she abused the purpose of it to track him down assuming you would be here. And boy was she right as she power walks towards you, anger prominent in her face and Jungkook’s fight or flight kicks in at a max.

Scooping Dahlia up with one arm (left with no choice since no one he knows is around to watch her) he guns it over to your direction before Nessa can get to you first.

But the chairs and groups of people scattered along the venue make his pathway extremely difficult, and by the time he’s close enough-Nessa is already in your face pointing a finger.

“You think you’re cute sending me stuff like that?” Her tone is sharp and loud enough for heads to turn.

At first you genuinely don’t know what she’s talking about, but when you see a frantic Jungkook jogging up to you with a distressed Dahlia in his arms-it occurs.

He forgot to unsend the picture.

You have no time to process anything as Nessa is quick to continue, throwing jabs and profanities your way like they’re knives. You don’t know how to react, your lips are parted and your brows are furrowed. Embarrassment hits you the moment you notice a couple of people around are looking, and despite how much you don’t want to see Jungkook right now, you need him to hurry over to shut this down.

“I don’t expect you to understand what I’m about to say because you’re just a naive whore, but you’re being played.”

Jungkook is standing right in front of you two, instinctively pulling Nessa away from you until he realizes what she’s saying and freezes.

“That professor boyfriend of yours is my husband. We were never divorced, just on a break with the exception of fuck buddies which is all you two are.”

You and Jungkook are making similar expressions of shock and disbelief while Dahlia begins to cry seeing her mom yell at you-despite even understanding what it is she’s saying. You refuse to feel any type of way before looking over at Jungkook for confirmation that she’s lying, and when he stands there absolutely drowning in guilt, your heart strains.

You shake your head no, stumbling over your words as you try to tell yourself this isn’t real.

“Dahlia’s staying with me. You two can go fuck and make up. You’re both pathetic.”

Nessa takes Dahlia from Jungkook’s arms to which he doesn’t put up a fight since she’s very upset and he wants her away from this, even if it means cutting his time with her early. Plus he’s not able to move. They make their way out of the venue, leaving you and Jungkook in the aftermath.

“Y/N,” Jungkook begs but he doesn’t know what for. Maybe for a chance to hear him out, and you probably would’ve given him it, if only he told you that it’s not true. But unfortunately those words aren’t coming out of his mouth, meaning what Nessa said holds truth.

Luckily no admin or the dean was around to hear, only families of students that Jungkook luckily never taught. There was a graduate getting ready to deliver a speech, so not many eyes were on you two.

“Tell me it’s not true,” you want to tell him to lie if he has to, which wouldn’t make anything better at all but it would give you more time. You didn’t know when you started crying, every single feeling you’re feeling clouding everything around you completely except for the eyes of the man who is about to break you.

And that he does as he remains standing there, silent.

You let out a sharp breath, tears falling harder and harder. You begin to walk away, trying to only reserve your attention on navigating away from him and not your heart that is being pulled out of your chest.

“Y/N, wait,” he snaps out of the frozen state he was in, chasing after you. “Not all of that was true, we’re not on a break I swear we’ve been done for years, she made that part up.”

Back to him, you stop. Slowly turning around, you take in his words. ‘Not all of that was true’ you replay it in your head until you render up the courage to ask, “Are you married, Jungkook?”

Your voice is shaky, disappointment already evident.

“I can explain that, just—”

“Professor Jeon, everything okay over here?” The dean looks at both of you with suspicion but more so genuine concern. Jungkook pulled himself together in nanoseconds, letting out an awkward chuckle before telling him “no worries over here” in a faux adult-like tone.

The dean takes his word, patting his back as he gives him a smile and a nod. “Well it’s time, we’re ready for you up there.”

The dean stands by, waiting for Jungkook to follow him to the stage. Left with no choice in front of the eyes of his boss, Jungkook gives you a professional nod before saying his goodbyes, his heart breaking as he says “nice talking to you Ms. Y/L/N, congratulations again” to which the dean gives you a smile as well before taking off with the man who might’ve just destroyed you.

Standing under the eerie lights of the venue bathroom, a tiny building consisting of only 3 stalls and a single sink and mirror, you put real effort into not thinking about how your life just took a gigantic turn.

How every single thing that fell into place just got thrown into the abyss.

It’s hard when you hear Jungkook’s voice through the blaring speakers right outside, playing the optimistic professor role who sees integrity in every single graduating student and yadda fucking yadda. You toned out almost as soon as it started, which was only a minute or so ago.

You’ve been standing in the bathroom trying to get a hold of your emotions so that you’re suitable to drive home, but it all keeps circling.

How could it not?

What gets you the most is the idea of your days not having Jungkook in them. Everything you’ve grown familiar to, Dahlia, none of it will exist in your life anymore. And you’re trying not to spiral. You’re trying to just suppress it all so you can deal with it another time. But this is Jungkook, the man you told you loved.

And the man who told you he loved you.

You’ve been let down before, in fact you’ve been let down just today by your ex who had no business nearly ruining your graduation-but leave it to Jungkook’s “ex” to put the cherry on the cake. Fact of the matter is, you’ve been let down but none of those times come close to the betrayal of it being Jungkook.

He was real. What you had was real. But so is his marital status, and so is his ability of keeping a gigantic lie from you.

You were able to salvage your makeup and make yourself not look like a crying mess thanks to the concealer you brought with you, looking at yourself one more time in the mirror before taking a deep breath and making your way out of the bathroom.

You hear Jungkook’s voice through the speaker grow louder when you open the door, and as you have your gaze down on your handbag, trying to tuck your concealer away, you crash into someone.

“I’m so s—”

Jay.

Again.

Understanding you’re losing your mind, you break out into a fit of laughter. You don’t know which is funnier, your luck or how close you are to a mental breakdown.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You keep going, laughing even harder when you see his confusion just grow. Eventually you get a hold of yourself, taking yet another deep breath before continuing to walk away from the bathrooms. “Fuck off Jay.”

“Wait,” he grabs your wrist and you stop, turning back to face him with absolutely no life behind your eyes. “Y/N are you sure you’re okay?”

Annoyed, you tug your hand away.

“I’ve had a terrible past couple hours, I do not need this right now—”

“I’ve been trying to find you all night, I feel terrible and want to apologize.” He’s slow and soft with his words, and contrary to the lack of respect you have for him-he actually sounds genuine. “You’d think after almost four years I’d at least be a little more compassionate but I wasn’t and I’m sorry. So sorry.”

You don’t have room in your flooded head to really think about what he’s saying, nor the energy to unpack your history once again tonight, but you’re willing to hear him out.

“So what, you couldn’t find compassion during those 4 years but you suddenly found it just tonight within a couple hours?”

“That was the first time we talked since everything happened. I spent those years trying to tell myself exactly what I told you earlier, that we were only kids. I couldn’t let myself believe I did you that wrong or else I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.” He takes a deep breath before taking a step closer to you. You don’t move. “I just panicked, is all.”

There’s tension between you, a tension you never would have thought in a million years would come back. He places a finger on your chin, eyes down on you as you keep your eyes adamant on his shoes.

It’s terrible that while he’s telling you he’s sorry for something huge, finally giving you an apology you’ve waited years on, the only thing going through your mind is Jungkook.

In an attempt to suppress him from your thoughts, you engage further in the conversation.

“And what about now? How are you gonna live with yourself?” Your eyes are now up on his, your words being of a whisper.

His finger moves to your bottom lip.

“I won’t. I’m going to live each day of my life being so fucking sorry.” He cups your jaw, words also being of a chilling whisper. “But it’ll be a little easier knowing I got to tell you.”

Your heart and mind are telling you not to do this. It isn’t even what you want. The man you want broke your heart and is on stage giving a speech. And you’re aware that the betrayal you felt from him is the only thing tempting you to go along with whatever the hell it is you’re doing with Jay right now.

But Jungkook’s betrayal was grand enough for you to not stop.

He moves in closer and you can feel your heart beat out of your chest- but not like how it does for Jungkook. This time it’s guilt. The world moves in slow motion but right before you can make an irreversible mistake, you register the words that Jungkook is saying through the speakers.

“And this doesn’t have much to do with your degrees or acedemic achievements, but instead the rest of your lives. Find love and hold onto it with dear life. Love is something that only comes once, and I uh, wanted to end this on a quote from a book. I did teach most of you english literature after all.”

The audience laughs and Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat before continuing.

“‘Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.’ Thank you.”

His speech ends and the audience applauds him, girls gawking over the hot professor talk about love. Given the way he scanned the venue while speaking, presumably looking for you, you knew he didn’t have that written down. He memorized Jane Austen. Enough that he has quotes on standby.

You place a hand on Jay’s chest, pushing him away while shaking your head. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” Hurt and confused, he watches as you walk away.

“At least take my new number, we can stay in touch.” He calls out as you’re already a generous distance away.

You stop in your tracks, locking eyes with him from a distance. “I don’t think I can be friends with you after everything, Jay. I’m sorry.”

And just like that you’re gone and you have the eyes of both men on you as you navigate out, leaving behind a plethora of lifetimes.

You can’t bring yourself to drive off.

Driving off, away from Jungkook, makes it permanent. You can stay, you can get out of your car and go back in there to talk to him. You can hear him out, let him fix everything and rekindle what was once perfect hours ago.

But then you remember he’s married and there’s absolutely no coming back from that.

You’re well aware you’re in denial, not wanting what you have with him to end but knowing you have to. Yet still, you’re sat in your car outside the venue unable to switch gears. You know you’re going to have to soon, given the dean is giving the final speech and everyone, including Jungkook and Jay, will be exiting shortly and you do not want to risk the chances of them seeing you.

The bud of your cigarette hangs out the window of your car, a habit Jungkook didn’t get to learn about. You’re a stress smoker, but after hanging out with him and Dahlia you stopped. Now you have no reason not to and all the reason to.

You stopped crying since the bathroom, more so just numb now. The cigarette helps only a little but your headache and thoughts can’t, won’t, subside. A fresh tear rolls down as you realize your plans with Jungkook that were supposed to happen after the ceremony are no longer standing for obvious reasons.

And you don’t spiral, but instead feel. You hate how Jungkook had to memorize Jane Austen for you. It makes it all the more harder to hate him. And that’s the thing, you may never hate him. He’s the man who brought you all the way to the peak just to plummet you down but you will probably never be able to hate him. How could you hate him after every touch. Every kiss. Every word of reassurance. After introducing his amazing, sweet daughter into your life who you grown to love and build a maternal bond with; all for it to be ripped away from you.

Jungkook kept the fact he was married a secret from you from the start. Maybe you could hate him. Maybe you could hate him after knowing every kiss, every touch, every word all had a horrible truth hidden behind it. He allowed you to love him, is what’s worse. He allowed you to build yourself on his tainted foundation, creating a home you had no business being in.

You should’ve ran the second you saw how terrible Nessa was. You almost did, and though he wasn’t the one who convinced you to stay but rather your first words of I love you, he said it back. Encouraging you to stay when you didn’t know how you could.

But you did, and now it all backfired so terribly onto you when all you wanted was to love a man.

All you wanted was to love Jungkook.

You remember this morning.

You remember the first time you saw Jungkook.

You remember the day in the lecture hall.

The day at the art museum.

You remember every memory made with Dahlia.

Anger consumes you as you let the last bit of your cigarette fall to the floor. You don’t have a single thought in your head except for the hurt Jungkook is putting you through as of right now, and with one last shaky, adrenaline filled breath, you take your car key out of the ignition.

Just as you predicted, the ceremony comes to an end, all guests exiting and finding their ways to their vehicles. You see Jungkook standing by, saying his goodbyes to the exiting graduates, and you grow even more livid seeing how he’s not even phased.

You try telling yourself that he’s just good at masking his emotions, but it doesn’t work and it only contributes to the hurt you’re feeling.

You stay out of Jungkook’s sight as you wait for Jay to come out.

When he does, you notice Jungkook gives him the dirtiest look he could, one so hatred-filled that it makes Jay do a double take. Jungkook doesn’t revert his gaze. His eyes are dead on Jay’s, wanting, hoping he says something. But before he could, you walk up.

Both pair’s of eyes land on you, but you only look at Jay. He’s surprised, having thought he’d never see you again. Jungkook can say the same thing.

You speak your next words loud enough for Jungkook to hear, recollecting just how big of a lie he kept from you. Recollecting how he gave you everything and took it away.

Recollecting how he is a married man.

“On second thought, I’ll take your number.”

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SATIVA. jjk

Synopsis: you ended up high and horny out of your mind at your guys’ families new years dinner party, your husband helps you out and takes you for a late night car quickie.

Genre: married au! established relationship!

Pairing: husband!Jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: car sex, porn without plot, blowjob, riding, unprotected sex (wrap it up bro.) pet names, belly bulge, usage of weed, dirty talk, creampie.

Wc: 3.2k⭐️

a/n: roller coaster writing this, who would’ve thought I would be writing 3k words of jus smut whatyoumeannn... Anywho enjoy🍪!!

You were horny. and just a tad bit high. (A lot)

 

Here you were, sitting down at the dinner table with both of your families for New Year's dinner. Pussy dripping wet looking at your husband dressed in all black chatting it up with your cousin, who’s higher than a kite. When Mila recommended a cousin walk outside, you seriously didn’t think about her pulling out a joint.

Your thighs press together under the table, your fork moves around your half-eaten plate, and your stomach is full of all the chips you stole from your nieces earlier.

Jungkook's tattooed hand makes its way to your bare thigh, giving it a small squeeze and making you shift slightly on your chair. Seriously, the only thing you could think of right now was Jungkook fucking you on any possible surface. And honestly, you wanted to physically and mentally slap yourself for how inappropriate your thoughts were around your entire family, but you seriously couldn’t give a single fuck.

Your panties stick to your core from how wet you are; your hand rests on top of jungkooks, you move it upwards to your inner thigh, making his head snap towards yours and raising an eyebrow at you with a sly smirk.

You honestly didn’t care what he did; you just needed something to relieve the growing ache between your legs. His index finger moves towards your pussy slit over your lace panties. He chuckles under his breath before removing his finger and pulling down your dress to lay back to its original length before continuing to eat with a small smirk on his face.

You mentally roll your eyes, your center and underwear partially drench, thighs press together under the table, looking for some type of friction to control the throbbing and tension your pussy is going through.

You look over at your husband's side profile, your mouth watering from how his jaw clenches as he talks to your dad about work, but all everyone is saying it’s coming one ear out the other. Your head is foggy and dizzy from the weed you inhaled not even an hour ago, mixed with all the unexplainable things you want to do to the men speaking to your dad. You don’t miss the small smirk his lips carry, which makes you want to slap it right off.

“Anyone who hasn’t drinked yet, can you guys pick up more alcohol before the clock ticks 12?” Jungkook's uncle says this as he’s just coming out of the kitchen with the last two beer bottles in hand.

“I’ll go,” Jungkook says before standing up in his chair and resting his hand on your shoulder. “Let’s go, baby.” He whispers into your ear. Sending shocks to your center, your pussy clenches over nothing but his voice. You rise from your chair as Jungkook hands you your purse and cell phone. “We’ll be back,” your husband says before opening the front door and letting you pass first.

You are met with the cold air immediately, you and Jungkook rush to his car parked in front of the neighbor's house. He presses a button on the keys, opening the car door for you. Jungkook waits until you are seated before shutting the door and walking to the driver's seat.

“God was on my side.” You huff when Jungkook shuts the door behind him and reaches for his seatbelt. Your husband chuckles softly, looking at how your hands cover your clothed pussy. “That horny?” Jungkook starts the car, making the auto-lighting system light up automatically. The same goes with the song you last played, which plays from the car speaker that’s connected to your phone. Your husband pulls out the parking spot, driving down the street.

"Fuck—high and horny.” You reach for his hand that rests on the gear shift, bringing it to your aching center. “Why didn’t you finger me under the table?” You whine, pouting.

“They were kids around my love.” His middle finger slowly moves on your clothed clit. “Fuck em, kids—mhm,” you moan when his hand disappears into your underwear. Jungkook chuckles.

“You’re soaking, baby.” His fingers move around your pussy spreading your wetness all over your clit. Your hips buck into his hand, your eyes closing at the sensation you’ve been craving. He pulls his hand out, making you gasp at the loss of pleasure. Opening your eyes, you see Jungkook sucking on the fingers that were just on you.

“Stop teasing,” you whine. Jungkook loved how you got whenever you were horny from getting high, how you would whine and beg for him to fuck you, and how seriously you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. "Baby, can’t I’m driving?” he motions to the empty street he’s driving down on.

You bite your lips, containing your small whine, before pulling down your lace underwear and undoing your belt. “What are you doing?” Jungkook looks at you quickly before focusing back on the road.

You don’t reply; instead, you reach for the zipper of his slacks, pulling down and palming him over his underwear. “Fuck” Jungkook's hand grips tightly on the steering wheel. throwing silent curses at how your hands work on his underwear. You slowly pull down his boxers, letting his cock slap on his abdomen.

“I love your cock,” you giggle before kissing the tip, making Jungkook bite down on his lip. You bend over, your ass in the air, wrapping your hands over his now-hard cock. Your two hands barely covering half of his length, “fuck so big.” You whisper.

“Gonna suck daddy’s cock?” Jungkook's unoccupied hand collects your perfectly curled hair into a messy ponytail. "Mhm,” you hum while leaving small kitten licks all over his cock. Jungkook moans softly. He loves it when you suck him off. He knew you were good with your mouth when he first kissed you, but since the first time you got on your knees, the last thread of dignity he had snapped.

Without any further warning, your mouth takes his cock down your throat, making Jungkook groan on top of you. “Fuck taking my cock like a good girl, you are, huh?” Your head bobs up and down, taking as much of him as you can, and your hands take whatever can’t fit into your mouth. Your tongue works by circleling on the tip as you bob your head.

Jungkook's grip tightens around the black steering wheel, trying to remain focused on the road, your thighs pressing together, softly moaning with your mouth full of him, sending vibrations all over his throbbing cock.

You come back for air as you watch saliva drip down Jungkook's balls. You spit on his cock, tapping his length on your pouted lips before wrapping your lips over his length once again.

“So fucking hot with your mouth is stuffed with my cock princess.” Jungkook pushes your head down a little bit with his hand, making you gag on his cock. Your eyes water. Your hands lay on his hip bones, stopping him from pushing his hips forward, which didn't do anything to stop him.

His breathing became faster as he stared in front of him at the lonely road, stealing quick glances at your ass and at you, whose eyes are closed and cheeks puffed out, taking him as much as your mouth and throat could allow you.

Wet sounds are heard within the car with every bob of your head. “My—” Your husband's hips buck forward,

“fucking—“ thrust, “mouth.” another thrust, making his cock hit the back of your throat once again. He pulls on your hair upwards, popping his cock out of your mouth, and breathing heavily.

Jungkook doesn’t even think twice before pulling over to the side of the road, putting the car in park, adjusting his seat, and reaching for you, placing you over his lap. Before wiping off the dripping drool down your face, along with tears you didn't notice had shed down your puffed-out cheeks,.

“So messy!" you giggle while sticking your tongue out. Small strings of saliva and pre cum bubble up in your mouth. “And so hot.” He runs his finger over your bottom lip, groaning softly as he watches you swallow.

Jungkook grips your neck before putting his lips on top of yours. "Mhm,” you moan as the grip on your neck tightens. Your cunt is soaked, your juices running down your inner thighs silently, praying it doesn’t go on the seats. You slightly grind your hips, causing his cock to brush past your folds, making you clench over nothing.

"Gonna fuck you so hard, baby.” He whispers into your mouth; his tongue travels inside your mouth; the kiss becomes more intense and sloppy, making you gasp for air.

Your hands tug on his perfectly styled hair, pulling him closer to you. His hands make their way to your ass, squeezing roughly. You adjust yourself before reaching for his aching cock and lining it up to your entrance. "I need to feel you inside me, baby,” you tap his cock on your sensitive, neglected clit.

"Fuckk—" you sink down on his cock, your acrylic nails clinging to Jungkook's shoulders. His cock sliding in with ease, given how drenched you were. “Such a fucking tight pussy.” Jungkook mewls loudly, throwing his head back.

Your teeth bite on your bottom lip, trying to contain the pornographic moan you want to let out, as Jungkook chuckles at how your eyes roll to the back of your head when his cock molds your pussy, hitting your spot perfectly.

Your sopping walls wrap around Jungkook's cock tightly, and squelching sounds make their way to your guy's ears after you slowly grind on him. ‘Sativa’ by Jhené Aiko fills the car, making Jungkook chuckle.

"Great timing.” He sucks and nips at your neck. “I say we go ten rounds,” you joke, but half seriously, sending Jungkook a small pout, which he only kisses off. “Quickie, princess.” Your husband lifts his hips up slightly. “Oh fuck,” a small, strained moan comes out of you.

The tight feeling stays on your lower belly as you control yourself to not jump on his dick at that very moment, wanting this to last longer. Your boyfriend's hands rest on your thighs, pulling up the black dress you are wearing, giving both of you access to see his cock buried deep into your soaked cunt.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groans, his thumb flicking your swollen bud. "Fuck,” you spasm.

Jungkook laughs loudly. “You’re acting like I didn’t pound you dumb before dinner.” He moves your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your pierced ear, and gives you a chaste kiss on your cheek. Sending tons of small butterflies flying around your tummy, even in moments like this where he can be deep inside you, where his eyes pierce through you and he says the most dirty things to you, he can still make you feel like just a girl who has a huge crush on a boy in her class.

"Mhm—cock too good." You pout as you slowly rise up, leaving only his red tip in you, before dropping down roughly, shoving his cock deep into your cunt. “Ah~” a high-pitched moan leaves your lips. “Shit so deep.” You look down where you both connect, your slick all over Jungkook's thighs and cock. The bulge that pokes in your lower belly, indicating Jungkook's dick, has your husband pressing his palm lightly on it. 

“Ride me, baby,” he ordered, giving your thighs a little squeeze as a green light for you to go. Your hands grip on the leather head restraint, and your fingers dig into the material while you plant your feet on the seat before jumping up and down his cock, molding your wet gummy walls. 

An immense pleasure shoots through your entire body, letting your mouth fall wide open. “Shit shit shit, ah,” a choked moan leaves your mouth as your legs slightly shake. “Good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” Jungkook breathes out. His eyes close as you bounce on him, and small grunts and moans will slip past his lips anytime you clench around him.

Your movements didn’t falter at all; instead, they grew faster and more hurriedly. Jungkook leaned back, his hands behind his head, as he watched your every movement. Your eyes are closed while your mouth hangs open, drool slowly accumulating on the side of your mouth and threatening to spill. Your tits were bouncing in your tight mini dress, which Jungkook had bought you a while back. The strapless dress gives him a perfect view of your neck and collarbone.

His pointer and middle finger pull on the dress, revealing your perky tits. His mouth attaches itself to your left nipple, sucking and licking. A sweet little cry leaves your lips as you bounce on his cock. Your fingers entangle themselves in Jungkook's raven hair, tugging slightly.

His tongue circles around your nipple before sucking and biting, sending electric shocks down to your core, where your cunt is filled up to the brim. “Taking me so well, baby,” he says, popping one of your nipples out of his mouth and watching as they bounce in front of him alongside your hurried pace.

Your knees buckle, making you lose your balance, and you fall on the horn of the steering wheel, causing a big, loud beep and making you shriek loudly.

“Oh shit," Jungkook reacts quickly and pulls you into him, both of your chests rumbling with laughter. “You’re so dumb.” Your husband laughs into your messy hair as you try your best to contain the laugh you want to let out. “I say we go to the back.” You suggest pointing to the empty seats in the back while Jungkook accommodates your hair.

—

You both jump to the back space, which is kind of crowded, making it kind of hard for you both to get adjusted.

“What position?” He asks as he squeezes and massages your ass, leaving you with red marks. “Doggy.” You pout. "Please," you drag out, making him laugh before he makes a motion with his finger, as in telling you to flip over. “On all fours, princess,” he chuckles at your overexcitement.

You position yourself on all fours on the leather seats, wiggling your ass in the air and earning yourself a hard spank. “Agh~” you squeal from the sudden sharp pain, soon replaced with pleasure as Jungkook's rough hands massages the smooth red skin, soothing it.

“Put it in.” You whine, moving yourself backwards, only for Jungkook to grip your waist, stopping you. “So impatient, princess,” he says, grabbing the base of his cock and running it through your folds.

He brings his left-hand fingers up to his mouth before spitting and spreading it all over your cunt.

His finger tip slowly pushes his cock into you. Your teeth bite on your lower lip as he enters you, inch by inch. Jungkook has always been big, but in this position, his dick reaches deeper spots in you that have you clenching.

“Stop clenching; you are pushing me out, amor." Your husband kisses your shoulder blade as a way for you to ease up. 

“Too big,” you gasp as his length fills you up. The slight burn has your eyes rolling back. “You can take it.” Jungkook leaves a soft kiss on your back before snapping his hips into you.

“Fuckk,” you squeak as his hips meet your ass; he doesn't hold back and thrusts into you at a fast pace. You silently cringe at the thought of the car rocking, but at the moment, you couldn’t care less. 

“You take my cock so good, baby,” a spank is delivered on your ass, a loud moan rips out of you, his movements never halting whatsoever. His balls hit your clit with every thrust he makes.

Yours and Jungkook's noises mix together with the sound of skin slapping against each other. Your mouth hangs open, and with hundred percent certainty, drool is dripping out of your mouth. Your mind is hazy from the immense pleasure you’re feeling at the moment.

“faster fuck.” You rasp out, 

Instead of going faster, your husband stops his movements completely before pulling out, leaving you a whining mess. He gets a hold of your waist before flipping you over; he puts you on top of his lap. He lightly pushes you, and your back hits the car armrest pad. He lifts your legs up.

“Hold.” Jungkook motions to your legs, and you wrap your arms around the back of your thighs. “Good girl.” He rasps out, spitting on your cunt, before sliding his cock into your soaked center. 

“So fucking tight, shit,” he chuckles, along with a shaky breath. He didn’t waste time before pulling out and slamming himself back into you over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth hangs open, and your chest rises and falls repeatedly.

Jungkook pounds into you rapidly, making you try to catch your breath. Each thrust feels like getting the wind knocked out of you. Your nails dig into your skin, leaving crescent moons on your skin. "Gonna'cum,” you cry out small tears well up in your eyes with each slam of his hips.

“Hold it.” Jungkook groans; your pussy clenches around him, taking him deeper. His eye vision falls to where your bodies connect, watching as his cock slams in and out of your cunt has him throwing his head backwards.

“Can’t. Gonna’cum baby,” you laugh through a choked moan. Your legs tremble in your arms, and tears run down your cheeks, ruining your mascara and eyeliner.

Jungkook's thumb makes contact with your clit, applying pressure and rubbing furiously. "Ah, too much,” you spasm, crying out every possible curse word you could think of at that very moment. 

“That’s it, baby, cum around my cock,” Jungkook hisses. That’s all it took for the final string to snap completely and come down. Your vision fills with small white spots, and you slap a hand over your mouth, silencing the scream you let out.

Jungkook continues to plunge into you at a more rapid speed.You clench tightly around Jungkook's cock, pushing him to the edge. “Gon fill you up with my cum baby.” He cries, before thrusting two final times before shooting his seed deep inside of you. 

A warm and gooey feeling shoots through your body as your body goes limp in your husband's hands. Both of your guys chest heaves trying to catch your breath.

“I think I just passed out.” You joke, breathing heavily. which earns a small laugh from your husband.

Jungkook pulls you up from your current position; your head buries itself in the crook of his neck, with his cock still deep inside you. “You good?” He rubs your back, to which you only reply with a small hum.

A couple minutes passed before you looked up at your husband, whose eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, the small sheen of sweat on his forehead giving him a natural glow.  You looked around, noticing the windows fogged up. You slowly reach to the window drawing a small heart, then pressed your small palm against the glass.

“That’s cute.” Jungkook murmurs underneath you, and a small smile makes its way to your lips. “Think so?” You chime up like a child in a candy store. He nods his head as you reach to prep kisses all over his face, his eyes fluttering closed. 

 “Thank you.” You whisper into his mouth. “For what, baby?” He looks at you confused, as in what you're thanking him for.

“For fucking me, duh.” You playfully pout your lips, widening your eyes. "Oh, please, I can do that for hours without you having to ask me to, baby.” Jungkook laughs before leaving a big, fat kiss on your lips.

"Okay, but serious talk, it’s ten minutes before twelve,” he points to the car touchscreen. “Oh shit.” Your eyes widened.

Let’s just say you ended up welcoming the new year in your guys car.

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jungkook being unsure was lowkey sad but this was the sweetest confession

ik it would be very out of character but i’d LOVE to see ungodly hour’s jk react to oc admitting she likes (or loves 🫣) him!! knowing him he’d cry

thank you for your amazing work !!!! ly<3

honestly let me just write about it

Ungodly Hour

Word Count: 3.413

Warning: dirty talking, oral sex (f), alcohol intake, intoxicated/unprotected sex, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, riding, love confessions,

“Okay,” Jungkook enters the living room hastily as you arrive, a gift bag in your hand. “I finally finished it.”

“You know you didn’t have to make me wait until you were done.” you tell Jungkook as you sit on the couch. “I’ve had the gift for weeks now.”

“We couldn’t exchange gifts until mine was complete.” Jungkook says.

Jungkook had insisted on waiting to exchange gifts. You knew he was making you something - he kept it hidden in an extra bedroom that he locked to assure you didn’t peek. He also refused to look at whatever gift you got him and prompted that you take it out the house so he himself would be tempted. 

“Well,” you hold out the gift bag - it’s medium sized and a sparkly blue. “Merry Christmas.”

Jungkook notes that you’re nervous as he takes the bag and he isn’t sure why. He would be happy with whatever you gave him - even if he was surprised initially that you told him you got him a gift. He would often think about what it was.

Jungkook opens the gift bag and takes out the rectangular box. He sees the bottom first - it’s a solid yellow color. He flips it around to inspect it, the rest of the sides being black. His eyes capture the name on the top of the box. His eyes widened. 

“Y/N…?”

Now Jungkook understands why you’re nervous. His eyes flicker to you in disbelief. “This camera is expensive!” he gasps. “How did you know-”

“I saw it on your wishlist.” you say, licking your lips. “When you let me borrow your laptop, you left a few tabs open.”

You weren’t going to admit that you were snooping for answers. Jungkook seemingly had everything there was to get and buying a gift for him was becoming difficult. 

Jungkook opens the box gently, his eyes softening at the camera. “You must’ve spent a lot on it…” he says, trailing off. He knows the exact price and knowing that you spent thousands on a gift for him pulls at his heart strings. “Thank you.”

You give Jungkook a smile. “I can finally quit my job now that I’ve spent a few checks on a gift.” you say, joking with Jungkook to lighten the mood. 

“You can!” Jungkook smiles back with a nod.

“Just kidding.” you sing-song. “Don’t be so gullible.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and snorts. He places the camera beside him. “Always teasing me with a good time.” he murmurs. “Now for yours.”

Jungkook had wrapped the canvas neatly. It’s a decent size, you noticed, maybe 11 inches all around. Your heart is beating with anticipation as you unwrap it.

Jungkook awaits your reaction, his own nerves hiking. “Do you…like it?” he murmurs. You haven’t said anything and instead have been analyzing the painting silently, expression unreadable.

The painting is full of life, emotion. The scenery is what you initially noted, a mountain of flowers that seemingly went on for miles by the way Jungkook had painted it. The flowers are colorful, different shades of yellow, orange and pink. The sky holds bright gray clouds, covering the sun that appears to be setting. What captures your attention fully are the hands. Both pairs of hands are connected by the pinky with one wrist sporting a gold watch and the other a bracelet while the arms are painted to appear out of the canvas frame.

“This is us.” you say aloud, glancing up at Jungkook. It was a picture you and he had taken a few weeks back. You recall telling Jungkook that it was one of your favorite pictures of the two of you together that didn’t showcase faces. 

Jungkook nods. “It is.” he agrees. “You said it was your favorite picture so I painted it.”

Your throat tightens at his words.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook, you think, because this was entirely too much for you to handle. Your mother didn’t raise a weak woman who felt like she was seconds away from crying tears because of how happy she felt.

You blame it on your period that must be nearing - even if you never cry on your period. 

“Thank you.” you murmur to Jungkook, glancing away shyly to avoid his gaze. “I love it.” you say sincerely, and the admission causes Jungkook to smile.

“You’re d-drunk.” Jungkook snorted before full on laughing as you stumbled through his bedroom door.

“Fuck you.” you retort, plopping yourself down onto Jungkook’s large bed. “So are you.” you slur back.

Jungkook doesn’t deny it.

This is what happens when you drink with friends - more importantly, Jimin. It was nothing new, Jimin always insisted on going into the new year buzzed - this time, they all just went a little overboard. Luckily, Jungkook had agreed for the party to be at his apartment so he could just walk down the hall to his bedroom.

Of course, Jungkook would soon come to regret it because that meant that he would have to clean the mess they made in the morning - but you were with him, so that was a plus.

“Not as drunk as you.” Jungkook closes the door behind him, along with the loud music and laughter of everyone just down the hall in his living room. “Told you to not challenge Jimin.”

“Fuck Jimin…” you murmur to yourself, more so because Jungkook was right.

However, you wouldn’t say you challenged Jimin - he was the one who came to you with a whole cup of alcohol declaring that you were, in his words, too much of a coward to drink.

It was a complete set up, Jungkook knows this, but the only thing he could do was assure you had water and a lot of greasy food ready for when you were going to need it - and luckily he was there to do so. You’re sure you would’ve been passed out long ago.

Jungkook squints his eyes at you, an attempt to get a look at your lying figure. You and he had matched tonight - an idea that was yours. You wore a long sleeved-black dress with a deep v cut that stopped mid thigh while he wore a compressed black shirt (by your request ) and ripped jeans. 

“Do you need to throw up?” Jungkook asks, stumbling  closer to you when he hears a low moan-like whine. “I told you not to drink so-“

“Shut up,” you sit up and look directly at Jungkook. “Can I sit on your face?” 

Jungkook stops in his tracks, his doe eyes widening slightly. Yes is what he wants to say - he loves the act of pleasuring you. However, he’s unsure if he should be doing anything with you in your intoxicated state. 

“You’re drunk-“

“We’re drunk.” you correct, eyes narrowing at him - and also focusing on him all of the same because the room was still spinning. 

“True.” Jungkook murmurs to himself, trailing off. “Still, I don’t want to take advantage-“

“Save the theatrics, Kookie.” you’re already tugging your underwear off, the lacy material falling right by his bed. “Unless you…”

You don’t finish your sentence and Jungkook titls hisnhead. “What?”

“…unless you suddenly don’t like me anymore.” you whisper, and slowly, your eyes widen as if you had figured out the biggest secret. No other world conspiracy was important - not the Bermuda triangle, not whoever the fuck Jack the Ripper is or whether if Atlantis was ever real. No, not even your favorite cold cases could be as important as this new revelation of Jeon Jungkook not liking you anymore. 

“Now you’re extremely drunk .” Jungkook cackles. “Of course I like you!”

It brings Jungkookk back to when you were convincing him that you liked him, now it was the other way around. His heart swells with your drunken ramblings and overall cute appearance. 

“You don’t.” You cross your arms over your chest. “You refuse to have me sit on your face.” you say, and Jungkook realizes that he truly spoils you like everyone claims he does - you never got told no to mainly anything. 

“So who gets to sit on your face?” you ask with narrow eyes. “I bet-“

“Don’t say that girl's name.” Jungkook cuts you off before you can get started. “You know you’re my girl, Y/N.”

“So you hate me.” you deadpan, saying the words matter-of -factly. “All of a sudden you aren’t obsessed-“

“I am!” Jungkook interrupts, raising his voice. He couldn’t believe that this was a conversation that needed to be had and if he remembered this sober, it’s something he was definitely going to tease you about. 

“Hm.” you uncross your arms and stand to your feet. “I'm going to go party with Jimin.” 

Jungkook steps in front of you. “You aren’t wearing any underwear.” he states. “That and you’re already had enough to drink-“

“If you aren’t going to fuck me,” you wave your hand in his face to stop his speech. “then I’m going to go out there and drink with Jimin.”

If Jimin knew that he was the person that would be used against him it would cause ultimate chaos in the groupchat and in his friend group. 

Jungkook licks his lips. He doesn’t have time to entertain his and your friends any longer. He can only imagine how it would look if he chased after you because you wanted to be drunk and petty. The room is already spinning for him as it is for you and he knows that it wouldn’t be a good idea. 

“You’re such a bitch…” Jungkook murmurs, tone low. It’s a tone that you’re all too familiar with - and you know that you had Jungkook where you wanted him. “Get on the bed.”

You do as you’re told, laying on Jungkook’s bed and open your legs, dress hiking up entirely. 

Jungkook drops to his knees and hooks his hands beneath your thighs. You yelp when he snatches you closer to him. His lips place themselves onto your inner thigh and he presses a kiss. “I spoil you too much.”

Jungkook kisses closer and closer to your heat and he does so to tease you. “You looked so good tonight.” He couldn’t help but cave, wanting to give you whatever you wanted of him. 

Fingernails dig into your skin as Jungkook speaks against your skin. 

“You did, too.” you hitch your breath when you feel Jungkook's lips directly against your clit. 

Jungkook kisses it gently. “Thank you, baby. So needy.”

Your back arches when you feel it, wet tongue sliding directly up your clit. He dips it between your folds, holding you directly still so he can pleasure you like you desperately wanted him to. 

Eyes flickering up, Jungkook grunts. So beautiful, he always thinks of you. You couldn’t help but grow spoiled because he never told you no for anything. However, it wasn’t something he could help - you don’t ask for much to begin with.

The room continues to spin, but you no longer care. Your body erupts with arousal and it clouds your being entirely. You should’ve never drunk as much as you did, but there was no taking back the past. Besides, you cannot remember being filled with lust when you would drink prior - you’re unsure why you appear so insatiable.

“Feels so good, Kookie.” you moan, hips buckling against the rhythm of his tongue. The top half of the dress constricts your body entirely and you cannot wait until you can get out of it. “So, so good.”

Jungkook's eyes are as dark as can be and he’s positive he is a man starved right now. The alcohol runs through his system and causes his movement to be sloppy, but capable. His tongue completely savors your arousal, suckling on your clit to dipping between your folds and now, plunging it inside of you entirely.

“You must want me to fuck you.” Jungkook disclosed. “Your pussy’s clenching around nothing.”

How correct Jungkook was and you’re far from sober, so there was no snarky remark for you to retort with. You were beyond your regular self - you weren’t going to deny anything because you truly, desperately wanted Jungkook.

Your sober self would surely be screaming at you when your intoxication wore off.

Jungkook would lean back a bit every few minutes, his lips and chin fully coated in you. His tongue would still be flicking against your swollen clit and he’s truly doing this as an act to tease you further. He likes when your breath - that you’d be holding - would release when he gave you a bit of a teasing break, all before he devoured you once more.

“Kookie,” you moan Jungkook’s name so lovingly - it’s hard not to want to be between your legs for hours. His hand is bruising the skin of your thigh to hold you against his tongue. “wanna cum.”

Jungkook’s eyes stare into yours, a silent telepathic moment that tells you that he wasn’t stopping you from cumming. But he is also not a fool when it comes to you or your body and soon, you feel your pussy - so greedy to be stuffed and full - stretched out with his fingers.

Jungkook loves your whimpering and moaning - more so when you don’t hide them from his ears. There’s a party right outside his door where people are all huddling to celebrate the new year, and here the two of you were forgetting about them entirely. 

Jungkook plunges his fingers deep inside of you. He hits the familiar sweet spot he knows so well, your thighs quivering in the process. His tongue licks circles around your clit, fingerings thrusting rhythmically. Your moans bounces off the walls and louder than the muffled music in the background.

Jungkook doesn’t mind when your hands grip his hair tightly because he just knows that you’re going through it - and he has no intention of stopping until you’re cumming on his tongue. It’s close, he notes, the way your walls are clenching around his fingers greedily and your cries grow louder and louder in contrast to the way your fingers grips into his hair.

Jungkook allows you to ride against your own high, laying his tongue flat against your clit and allowing you to grind against his tongue, fingers plunging deep inside of you. Your high comes hard, body twitching and Jungkook allows it all to happen, determined to make sure you are satisfied completely before he stops.

You feel dizzy when your high slowly comes down, your forehead lined with sweat and your body completely flushed. Your body molds itself against Jungkook’s soft sheets, your breathing slowing down.

“Where are you going…?” you ask Jungkook when you no longer feel his presence before you. Your eyes flutter open. 

“Nowhere.” Jungkook responds sincerely. “We should get you out of this dress for bed-”

“Bed?” your senses peak and you jolt upright, eyes narrowed once more. “I want to ride you first.”

Jungkook snorts and stumbles back a bit at your sudden action. “You’ve already came so hard, baby. Are you sure-”

You aren’t listening to Jungkook in the slightest. You’re tugging the dress off of you entirely and getting naked right before his eyes. 

Jungkook is but a man and there isn’t much convincing he needs - especially not when you’re tugging him towards you needily. You connect your lips to his while pushing him against the bed. Jungkook loves how needy you are - how much you express that you want him. Of course, he knows that you do any other time - but this time it’s different; getting to witness just how much you want him is a feeling he never knew he craved.

Your fingernails dig into Jungkook’s clothed shoulders as you slowly feel him inside of you. You push him backwards so that he’s laying on the bed, your hips rising and falling.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, hands firmly on your hips. You’re going so fast, fully determined to cum once more - and Jungkook couldn’t be upset. Your face displays just how good you felt in this moment. “your pussy feels so good, baby.”

Your pussy clenches around Jungkook as if responding to his words. By the time the pair of you were done, you were going to be bruised entirely with Jungkook’s hand marks. 

Jungkook finds it hard to look at you - not when you looked so completely fucked out and beautiful. He’s unsure where your stamina appeared - maybe you were just that fucked out and drunk; that you didn’t care that you were overstimulating yourself (and him). 

Jungkook clenches his eyes shut to get the image of you out of his head, but all it does is follow him in his thoughts. Your naked figure using him to pleasure yourself, your bouncing breast to your creaming pussy dripping all over him and making a complete mess.

Jungkook is so hot - so beautiful himself. He’s hissing to himself with clenched eyes, experiencing pure bliss just as you were. His forehead is covered in sweat and a few strands of hair are sticking to it. 

Jungkook feels a hand upon his cheek and his eyes open. They're so dark and full of lust - similar to your own. Your eyes connect to his and Jungkook swallows, adam’s apple bobbing.

“Drunk Y/N is so needy.” Jungkook jokes, voice deep and raspy. “Drunk actions are sober intentions.”

Jungkook begins to thrust upwards, matching your rhythm. His thrusts are brutal, fully determined to satiate your hunger for him. His eyes never leave yours, the pair of you stuck in an intimate, lust-filled moment.

“I-I’m gonna cum again!” you mewl, breaking eye-contact first to shut them tight. The familiar sensation bubbles into you again and Jungkook only fucks into you harder, pounding with all his might; how the both of you could be drunk and full of stamina is beyond him.

Your walls are squeezing around Jungkook and within seconds, your juices squirt around Jungkook entirely, fully coating his abdomen. “I-I-” Your body is twitching, your head pushed back when Jungkook hears your words. “I love you.”

Jungkook is still for a moment, completely silent. He’s contemplating if he heard you correctly and before he can speak, you repeat yourself. “I love you.” it’s low and a bit slurred, but Jungkook hears it entirely.

“You’re drunk.” Jungkook laughs it off, cheeks flushed and heart beating out his chest. He doesn’t want to call you a liar - you wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true. However, you’re drunk and maybe you meant to say you loved the way he was fucking you -

“Shut up,” you say, walls tightening on Jungkook’s cock. “I do love you.”

You yelp when you feel your back hit the soft mattress, all without Jungkook removing himself from inside of you. The room continues to spin for you two, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care. 

“You’re going to forget you said that.” Jungkook begins to thrust, holding you close in his embrace. “Gonna deny it until the end of time.”

“I love you.” you repeat and Jungkook’s pounding only increases. Skin slapping echoes off the wall and the two of you are so entranced in the moment that neither of you notice the music dying down outside the room. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Jungkook whimpers with a shake of his head. His thoughts are consumed by your words - the love confession. 

Jungkook could never get tired of hearing it and at this moment, you don’t get tired of saying it. You repeat it over and over again as Jungkook continues to fuck inside of you. You’re creaming his cock, a white ring forming around the shaft and Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you.

I love you.

I love you.

You love him, Jungkook’s thrilled at the revelation. His head drops back as his body tenses up, his thrust becoming sloppy. “Say it again, baby.” he pleads with a choked whimper. He needed to hear you say it again, as selfish as it was - he’s unsure how long it’d be before he could hear it again.

“Fuck,” your pussy is seeping with arousal and staining his sheets, your clit swollen and pulsing. “I love you, Kookie.”“Oh, shit…I love you, too, baby.” Jungkook continues to stretch your pussy completely until he’s shooting hot cum directly inside of you, a hand directly on your stomach as he does so. He’s panting, the both of you covered in sweat and bodily fluids.

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I think I'm flopping 😭

CLOSER TO YOU

Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.

>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

>>genre : angst, smut , fluff

>>trope : established relationship

>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.

>>word count : I'll add later.

[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]

[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]

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It's thick

The tension between you and jungkook.

You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.

It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.

Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.

You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.

"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.

Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.

You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.

However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.

"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."

"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.

You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question

He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."

You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.

A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.

10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.

"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.

You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.

"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.

You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.

"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"

"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."

It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.

Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.

"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"

Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.

To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.

He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.

Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.

You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.

You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."

Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."

After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.

"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.

Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.

You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.

Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.

Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.

"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.

He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.

Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.

Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.

Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.

He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"

You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"

"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.

"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.

Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.

"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.

"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.

"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.

"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.

Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.

"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.

"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.

He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.

Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.

"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.

"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."

"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.

"Thank you, and I Love you."

"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.

There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.

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