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The house we built of love

Warnings :

Anger - Jealousy- possessiveness (sorta?) - unrealistic scenario (kinda? Maybe not) - smuttish - frustrating -

Summary :

Basically house of cards.

Jungkook x Reader / Soft!Jungkook/ possessive Jungkook/ jealous reader/a lot of arguments/ Jungkook x Lisa (not bp Lisa) (friendly) / Fragile relationship/ stubborn reader.

Word count :

4K

Overly fluffy - sickeningly fluffy- ending.

Just a heads up lol.

~ unedited of course lol~

IM VERY NEW TO TUMBLR SO PLEASE SOMEONE GUIDE ME LOL

Also Y/N is crying non stop it’s kinda annoying ngl lol

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THE clock ticked away, as yet another night went by were Jungkook was late home. Another night were you wondered if he's cheating. A solemn night were many tears were wiped harshly of your cheeks, staining them red and making them puffy. You tossed and turned in the bed, head pounding with the ache in your skull, your eyes drifted in and out of sleep. Trying to stay awake so you could confront him, of his whereabouts. Again.

You should be used to it, he'd say he'd be home at a certain time and he never kept that promise. Days, weeks flied by and you slowly gave up on your shared plans. Angrily scribbling them of your list, cursing yourself out for believing him when he clearly thought you weren't important enough.

Sure you understood his Job was important, Of course it is. But he had so many days off were you could have spent them together, maybe a nice dinner out in a restaurant or even a simple walk in the park eating ice cream in the freezing weather because you're crazy. But he'd always say he's too tired, take a nap and then get ready to go out with his friends. It was frustrating. Fighting with him about it every night was so tiring at this stage, that you just gave up. You knew your relationship was on the last of its strings, fearing that any one of these days it would snap. He felt it too.

He knew the same thing, but he didn't understand why he's been this way. It's like anytime he wants to talk to you he can't find his voice. Because he knows you'd accuse him of something, maybe not verbally but surely with your eyes. He hated how this was all going, how all these years were slowly going down the drain yet his feelings for you were intensifying every day. He knew it was going to happen, he'd gain this feeling of not wanting to be separated from you for even a minute, and then he feared you'd leave him. And he'd be left with attachment issues. He was so tired too.

He was so scared that you were loosing feelings for him, so scared that one day you'd tell him you don't love him anymore while he carried an engagement ring with him everyday. Too scared to pop the question because of the current atmosphere.

What he hated the most is how close you've gotten to him.

Locking the door of the apartment he drops his work case on the couch along with his blazer, immediately going for his tie. He wondered why it was quiet, almost like you weren't here. He rubbed his face in tiredness, eyes giving out from the multiple forms and letters he had to read tonight. He took his shoes off and went for a shower, not bothering with pyjamas just sliding under the blankets in his boxers.

You were asleep, yet he could see you were crying. His heart clenched, knowing you don't believe that he works over hours, even though he truly does.

He wrapped you in his embracing, kissing your naked shoulder and nuzzling his head in your neck. He hated himself for his cowardliness, you never gave him any sign of running, yet he was so afraid you would. He felt your fingers tangle with his, giving him a tight grip.

"Kookie?" He almost cried out from happiness at hearing his nickname from you, not his full name and he finally felt like maybe it was going to be okay.

"Hi baby"

A beat of silence hung in the air as he sensed the shift in the room. He heard you swallow hard, tightening your grip on his hand before parting those pretty lips of yours.

"I'm leaving uhm," his heart dropped to his stomach "to my moms tomorrow morning, I need uh I need a little time"

He stopped breathing, untangling his hand from yours and going out of the bed. He just stood there, staring at you as you sat up on the bed. Avoiding his eyes like the plague. He felt so frustrated and hurt, but most of all so scared of actually losing you. He noticed the way your heart beat pounded in your chest, between your collarbones, that little dip gave you away so easily.

At first he chuckled, then he shook his head and laughed, before rubbing his face harshly and looking down at you in anger and pain.

You wanted to hide, you didn't have the energy to fight, and you felt like throwing up any moment now. But you stood your ground, looking into those angry eyes of his as he slipped on his tracksuit pants.

"Why?"

You huffed, picking at your nails "what do you mean why?"

"I mean why!" His voice raised slightly.

"Because Jungkook! I need time, time to think, time to figure things out, time to be away from here, from this mess, from you" you must love digging the knife in his chest because you're really hitting the nail on the head right now "you're barely here for gods sake! Are we even in a relationship anymore because lately it seems like we are more like roommates then lovers"

He licked his drying lips, stomach clenching with nausea as he tried so hard to keep his tears back, "I don't get what you want from me? I work, I bring money back home, pay the bills put food on the table and love you! What else do you want!"

"It's not just about the money! We could be poor as hell and I wouldn't give a crap, I want you! I want you to be here, to make love to me, to go out and do something like a couple!"

"We are a couple!"

"Jungkook you're barely here, you work twenty four - seven, and on your off days recently all you have been doing is hanging with your friends! With her."

"Lisa?"

"Yeah her"

"Lisa is my assistant, and nothing more than that"

You scoffed, "oh so the assistant is why you couldn't even have sex with me for the past month"

"Where are you getting this from?" He groaned, gripping his hair as he sat on the chair that leaned against the closet, elbows on his laps as he looked at the floor.

"God knows what you've been doing while working"

"Why do you keep saying it like that"

"Like what"

"Like you don't believe that I'm actually working"

"Because Jungkook," you sat on the edge of the bed now, looking at him with solemn eyes "you spend so much time there, as if you're the only worker there"

"Because I am the assistant manager y/n"

He looked you dead in the eyes, anger spewing from his eyes as he shook his head scoffing with a dry chuckle. Maybe you're overreacting but how can you not? Tonight's been the first time he's touched since last month. It almost felt foreign.

"And what about you and that guy," his eyebrows were scrunched creasing his forehead slightly "hmm? What do you call him yoongi was it?"

This time you were confused, widening your eyes like he's out of his mind. Is he insane? Out of all the people he could be Jealous of he's jealous about Yoongi?

"Yoongi? Seriously?" You dead panned.

"Well I don't know," he shrugged, "like you said im barely home, who knows what you're doing"

You laughed. You actually laughed straight in his face, eyes welling up with tears as you grabbed your stomach laughing so hard that you felt like you were going to pass out.

"Seriously, come on Kook"

"Does he fuck you? In this bed right there where we sleep in? He's been spending a lot of time here, I mightn't be home all the time Y/N, but I do know what's going on in our home"

"Oh so you're spying on me?"

"You aren't denying it" his voice drops an octave, eyes darkening and not in the happy kind of way.

"Yoongi and I are just friends, we've never been more" you huffed "clearly you don't know what's going on in our home if you're accusing me of something like that"

"Just friends, typical answer y'know"

You shook your head in disbelief, "Yoongi is happily married for your information"

"Doesn't stop some men"

"So I've heard" you look deep in his eyes, battling your mind.

"I've never had sex with her, I would never have sex with anyone other than you"

"Seems like a lie, or you might have penile dysfunction" you shrugged.

"I have a hand" he mimicked you.

"So do I"

"Seems like we are both happy then" he chuckled dryly.

"Seems it"

You spent the next half a minute staring at each other, the only light illuminating the room was jungkooks computer screen.

"You leaving forever or are you coming back"

"I'm coming back in a few days"

He nodded, sighing deeply before opening the closet and putting on a shirt. He grabbed his shoes and left the room without another word while you threw yourself back into the bed, crying seemingly your only remedy.

YOU sat wrapped in your mothers blankets on her sofa, the heat of the fire engulfing you in warmth as you held the hot chocolate in your hands, sniffling a little as you wiped under your eyes.

"He's been so distant you know?" Your voice breaking as you looked into the cup. Face scrunching in pain.

For the past two days you've missed him like crazy. Sure you only see him at night or at breakfast but you still missed him like hell. After all he has been your person for them past four years, you have literally forgotten how to sleep without expecting a warm body next to you. God you missed him so much and you only hoped he wished you just as much.

After landing in your hometown, you immediately rang him, letting him know you have arrived home as you heard the busy afternoon of his work place. The conversation was short yet the silence was unbearably long. You could feel the nausea creeping up, and the tears welling in your eyes when you decided to finally say 'bye, see you home soon'.

Sure you've had a fair few arguments with him over the past four years, but they have never been as long or stubborn and heart breaking like this one. Or as exhausting. Usually you'd go a few hours without talking before spending the entire night making up in your shared bed. Fucking each other like rabid animals. But this time, this time it felt like you were on the cusp of a heart wrenching forever goodbye. You didn't want to believe it, but that's what it seemed like. That's what it felt like.

"Sweetheart, I understand, but he has a job. He has a very very hard job, being an assistant manager at a huge company like that is tough. Trust me, besides I don't believe he'd ever do that to you. I don't think he sees anyone but you in this world"

You swallowed your sob, face wallowing in pain "then why doesn't it feel like it?"

Your mother slumped, embracing you in a tight hug as she kissed the top of your head, "oh baby".

Once again, you went to bed without him, expecting a warm body to join you but it never did, and it killed you inside because even though he'd come home late you always woke up in the middle of the night to him slipping into the bed beside, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

Your finger hovered over his contact, the call button practically screaming your name as you set the phone down on the pillow next to you, finally giving in and calling him. Just to hear him. Even just to hear his breathing.

He picked up on the second ring, a small 'hi' coming from the speakers as you swallowed the cry that wanted to desperately leave your lips.

"I miss you" your voice sounded strained, and he heard the way you deeply inhaled and held your breath as you awaited his next words.

"Don't cry baby," exhaling you sobbed even harder "I miss you"

"I love you" you cleared your throat "even through all of this I love you so much Kookie"

He swallowed the lump in his throat, a stone lifting of his chest as he slumped in his office chair, smiling a little to himself. You still love him.

"I know baby, I know" he chuckled "I love you so fucking much, I'm so sorry"

"Me too"

"Come back please?" He signed the letter of resignation, not even thinking twice when he heard your voice again.

"Tomorrow at 8pm"

"Namjoon will pick you up okay? Our car is still getting serviced"

"Okay"

"I can't wait to see you"

"I can't wait to see you too"

For the rest of the night you let him fill you in about his work day for the past three days. Telling you how a crazy customer called him and gave him a bullshit reason of complaint as he pretended to write it all down. He explained how he'll never let something like this happen between both of you again, promising you that he'll be home waiting for you. And even though you tried to believe him, a part of you doubted it, and even he heard it in your wary 'okay'.

The next morning you woke up a little lighter than yesterday, a smile gracing your face for the first time in a month as you skipped down the stairs and joined your parents for breakfast.

"Have you spoken to him?" Your father asked, setting his newspaper aside as he sipped his coffee.

"Yes I have"

"And?" Your mother pries.

"And we made up, we'll be discussing everything when I get home" you smiled.

"Well! That's great news!" Your father chirped.

You sighed, your smile dropping as the nerves kicked in once again, "what if he's cheating though? What if I come home and find him in bed with that assistant of his?"

"Who Lisa?" Your mums face was confused, more than confused actually.

"Yeah" you feigned disgust.

"She's his assistant!" Your mother almost yelled "better yet she's his cousin!"

You chocked on your egg, your father passing you water so quickly that he spilled some on himself, "what?"

"He didn't tell you?"

"No mum I just chose to randomly choke on an egg"

"Well here's the story," your mum set her cutlery down "Lisa is his cousin that basically disappeared of the face of the earth - she was always a rebellious kid- and randomly popped back into his families life when Jungkook got promoted to Assistant Manager, she basically begged him to give her a job there and he did, they made up only recently because apparently they had a huge argument like a few months before you guys met each other. So yeah, it's quiet messy and as far as I know, Jungkook is very very very silent about her, he doesn't even tell people she's his cousin”

“Woah she must of did something really bad if he doesn’t even wanna tell me about her”

"Ma' you wanna know the best part," you snickered "he thought I was cheating on him with Yoongi"

"Oh for Christ sake" your father sighed "have you kids lost your minds, do you not see how devoted both of you are to each other? I can bet a hefty amount of cash you guys would kill someone together and hide the body together"

"Yoongi!" Your mother bursts out laughing "Yoongi"

"Yeah Yoongi" you snickered with your mother.

"As in Yoongi that's basically like your brother"

You nodded your head snorting as your mother silent laughed, slamming her hand of the table as your dad shook his head and went back to reading his newspaper.

"Mum Yoongi literally threatened him when we first started dating and he pretended he didn't even know what Yoongi's name was"

Your mother wailed in laughter, "please Yoongi is literally married, and you guys grew up in the same household for like a good ten years, took baths together his mother and I still even have your baby photos from that one shoot where you guys were literally butt ass naked"

"Oh please give me them so I can show him when I'm back home"

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The rest of the evening your mother and you spent looking for those goddamn photos, and packing your belongings again. This time she even let you take back your old blanket with you, telling you that you're greedy but you just laughed it off.

Then she dropped you back to the airport, kissing you goodbye and telling you all the typical motherly things, before she let you go.

The flight back home was going to be exhausting, and you prepared by stealing your mothers neck pillow and your baby blanket. She must be cursing you out right about now but you couldn't careless, you just couldn't wait to be in Jungkooks arms again.

Finally landing, you tiredly pull your body into Namjoon's awaiting car as he immediately hands you a Starbucks cup.

"You're an Angel Joon" you pouted, sipping the coffee like an alcoholic.

"Thanks but it was Jungkook who gave me your order, also Christ woman! 3 shots of espresso? How's your heart still beating"

"Don't worry Namjoonah, I'm made of steel"

The drive back wasn't long, the only thing long was your argument with namjoon as you pushed the $60 dollars into his hands while he pushed it back into yours, telling you that he truly didn't mind and he didn't need fuel because his car is always tanked up, eventually you let him have his way, but not without hiding the 50 dollar note in his wallet as he went to the booth of the car to get your luggage. So really, you got your way.

You practically sprinted into the elevator, even as the nerves ate you up, you couldn't wait to be in his arms again.

Just as the elevator dinged you broke out into a sprint again, almost knocking down your elderly neighbour as you yelled a sorry before giggling at the poor woman's scolding. You started to get agitated when you couldn't get the keys into the lock, until eventually you did, and you almost dropped to your knees when you saw what was in front of your eyes.

You rolled the suitcase beside the now closed entrance door, your eyes immediately tearing up as you took notice at the scene in front of you.

Your heart beating almost inhumanely, and perhaps it was the coffee but you knew it wasn't.

Lilac flowers were spread into a pathway to your shared room, where Jungkook was waiting. A million battery operated candles lighting up the apartment and you sobbed as you took a small step forward.

Lilac flowers, you told him to buy lilac flowers when he asks you to marry him, because roses were overrated and you hated them. Even though you loved touching them, you hated the little bastards, because though beautiful, they sure left a mean sting of their thorns.

You followed the path to him, never taking your eyes off of him as you noticed the shiny diamond ring in his hand, alongside a pretty bunch of lilacs and dahlias. He looked so handsome too, with black slacks and a toffee sweater. God you felt like you were dreaming. As you walked you felt like you were walking on a cloud, like this was all too good to be true because not long ago you were in the same space, questioning the state of your relationship.

"Welcome back baby"

"Yes"

"But I didn't even ask the question yet" he pouted.

"Okay then ask"

"Y/N Y/N/L, I have never loved someone the way that I love you, no one has ever made me feel so blessed and loved like you. I'd do anything for you, anything that you'd ever ask for, I can swear to you, I'd do it. I don't ask for much y/n, I just ask that you spend an eternity with me..

Marry me?"

"Yes" you choked on your sob, your voice coming out fat and ugly as he held kissed your lips.

Both of you melted into each other, the ring and flowers long forgotten as they were placed on his computer desk right beside the confirmation of his resignation. Clothes flew and accompanied the crushed lilacs underneath your feet before your naked body was on the bed sheets. His cologne invading your senses as you hugged yourself to his body, returning the passionate kiss of his feverish lips.

He kissed you all over, every inch of your skin was painted by his soft lips, like a brush to the canvas. Then he marked you as his, nipping on your neck as you moaned into his shoulder, kissing his neck and face all over, his lips didn't need time, as he carefully dotted all over your skin, slowly trailing them down to your hardened nipples, and his warm breath on them was just enough to have you whining, arching your back to meet his mouth. He just looked up, watching as he barely touched you and you already looked fucked out. You were so beautiful and mesmerising he almost forgot what he was doing.

The first contact of his mouth on your awaiting nipples was blissful, a tickling feeling running through your body as you moaned smiling just a little while tipping your head back, tangling your fingers in his hair as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub in his mouth. He loved the reaction your body had to him, it was just amazing. Truly amazing to watch you unfold like that.

"Kookie, I want you right now, please"

He only smirked against your nipple, eyes peering at his saliva covering your pretty brown nipples. God has he mentioned how

Much he loves you.

"I love you baby"

"I love you too"

His lips engulfed yours, his tip parting your slit as both of you closed your eyes, small moans swallowed by both of your lips as you continued kissing your abused fleshes.

The moment he pushed inside of you, was out of this world. Both gasping as he pushed himself all in, giving you time to adjust as he went back to kissing you, pulling out just enough to leave the tip in, before filling you up

Again.

"So good baby, you're doing so good" he praised you, leaning his forehead against

Yours as your bodies were flushed together, your breasts squished against his chest as you never broke eye contact. Him leaning on his forearms that were either side of your head, slow deep strokes of his core inside of you and you knew, this was not just sex, no, the second you opened the door, you knew it wasn't going to be just feverish sex.

He was making deep deep love to you right now, taking his time with you and showing you just how much he loves you.

"I love you," he kissed your lips.

"I love you"

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Bleh another fluffy ending 🤮

Ok ok maybe I loooove fluffy endings...

Or maybe I'm

Preparing you for something a little less fluffy??????

Anyway I've been updating frequently these days lol but to be honest these are super short so they're not too hard to put out.

Unless you're sick of

Me already lol.

I've been drafting a lot as well so If I'm not updating as frequently then you know why! Sorry I'm advance.

As always enjoy 😉xx

NO REPOSTING, EDITING, TRANSLATION OR COPYING OF ANY OF MY WORKS!

What is something you’d like to see written into a fanfic for your bias or another member? Leave a comment below, bc I’m having writers block rn haha.

Okay so whose next in line for a Drabble? I’m working on some fics but want to know what you guys would prefer to see… like We’ve done Jungkook, Namjoon, Hobi and Jimin so whose next ? Yoongi, Seokjin or Taehyung?

ღ where there is home ღ

PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x reader.

SUMMARY: Taehyung was a beautiful soul full of life and happiness, giving you every bit of love that you could imagine, but what happens when your career’s cross path after your breakup that happened almost two years ago?

WARNINGS: reader is dramatic asf and never gets over Taehyung. Crying. Lol.

GENRE: exs2lovers, angst, fluff.

WC: 5.2k

A/N: so like I realise I’ve been gone for like more than a month but to be fair I’m absolutely drowning and constantly busy. Sorry.

❥ like no other ❥

He was the only safe haven that you knew. He was the epitome of comfort, desire and euphoria. Eyes as comforting as a cup of hot chocolate on a winter evening. Soft skin that of a new born baby, and touch so gentle as if he was an Angel. He was everything and more.

All through high school he was your entire world, the only thing you ever needed. The only arms you searched for even all through college. But at some point, you’ve had to give up something that was too beautiful to let disperse. Far too fairylike to end, but doesn’t everything good come to an end?

You hated thinking like that. Some would describe that as naive, as immature. To hold on to a relationship that blossomed before you could even properly grow into your own features. To believe that your high school sweetheart would stick around for so long, but you truly felt like everything with him was possible.

Pushing your thoughts aside, you cuddled into him, locking your fingers with his as he held your hands up, watching your promise ring shine during the night, reflecting the neon lights of the streets.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked, kissing your hair, before sniffing them.

“The food was amazing babe” you smiled cheerfully.

He returned your wide grin, eyes twinkle so brightly that even your ring shivered in intimidation and shyness, “you know I love you?”

Your brows furrowed, “of course”

He gave you tight lipped smile, eyes focusing briefly onto the pavement underneath his dress shoes. Walking handed in towards your hotel room, he pulled you closer, almost like you were gonna runaway from him or get hurt by the cars even though he was the one walking on the side of the road.

“Tae, what’s up?” You asked concerned, sure Taehyung was affectionate, but he would never dare to question your love or his own for you.

“Nothing..” he assured you with adoring eyes. You decided to drop it for now, watching his face lovingly as he dragged you into the hotel, quickly ushering you towards the elevator.

Once back in your room, you took your heels and coat off, watching as he took his blazer off, rolling his dress shirt sleeves up, leaving three buttons undone as he sat on the chair, watching you with a sad gaze. You immediately grew more concerned, maybe even worried.

“Taehyung..”

“I,” he sighed shakily, your legs immediately bringing you closer to him, “I’m so sorry”

Growing slightly upset, and more worried you kneeled in front of him, grabbing his face in your palms as you looked into his eyes, searching his saddening gaze with concern.

“What are you sorry for?”

He stood up from the chair, helping you up as well, arms around your waist before he leaned in to sweetly wrap your lips in a kiss. As always, it was filled with love, and honey, but something was edged into it, something different, sad maybe?

“You know how I was signed to be the ceo of the company?” He asked, eyes gazing into yours.

“Yeah…”

“Well,” he licked his quickly drying lips, thumb smoothing out the furrow between your eyebrows, “I need to move back to Seoul to take over the company.”

Silence dropped into the room like a pin in a bucket full of water. Your mind running through a jungle trying to find explanations, maybe even reasonings.

“For how long?” Your voice was a whisper, you already knew the answer to your own goddamn question but you still asked.

“Baby,” he tucked your hair behind your ear, face twisting into sadness, “I’m not coming back”

Your lips parted, “oh”

He hugged you to himself, trying to melt you into his skin almost, “come with me.”

“Taehyung,” you sighed, closing your eyes swiftly, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I , I can’t”

His head fell onto your shoulder, heart heavy and sad “we can try long distance?”

“You were gone for barely two weeks once and we could barely get by” you smiled at him sadly, wrapping your own arms around his neck.

The silence followed its disturbance once again, letting you wallow in the moment. Communicating with your eyes as if to tell each other what you already knew, this was the end of your fairytale, just like everyone presumed.

For the remainder of the night, you kissed till your lips turned blue, and made love till the sun came up, bodies intertwining as you kissed his skin where the sun shone brightly of off.

Leaving the hotel together, your chest continued to fill with hurt. Pain consuming both of you in desperate need of a new barrier, to protect your heart from irreversible damage. The closer you got to the airport, the more you grew anxious. Nausea presenting itself when you stepped out of the car, walking him to his designated gate.

“I love you” he said, kissing your head.

“I love you too,” your eyes filled with tears, desperately trying to keep them back as you nuzzled yourself into his chest. Before savouring your very last kiss “go”.

His gate number was called, and he hesitated for a moment, but not for long as you pushed him back, urging him to take his chances, to further his career and be as successful as he could be.

What you didn’t presume is to be standing on the platform, choking back tears as you watched him leave. Your world crumbling as you let him go. Watching his face scrunch into pain as he gave one last somber look. Then he disappeared, as if he was never there. As if the kisses you shared last night were just a fragment of your imagination. You liked to believe you were strong, but perhaps you’ve been strong for too long. You felt like you were being crushed, like he took a small, yet major, part of your heart with himself, stuffing you in his pocket.

Walking back sombrely, you bit into your lips. Strangers rushing past you as you headed back to your home. But what is a home without him in it? Without the love of your life there to share it with you? The only reason why the house became a home in the first place. Now standing inside of it, it stared back at you, almost like a child asking where it’s parent is. The bed practically laughed in your face, his smell still heavy on the sheets.

Maybe you should have suspected he wasn’t going to come back, but you seriously believed it was only going to be a couple weeks. Not forever.

Yet the bitter reminder was there the next morning, his side of the closet almost empty, aside for the two hoodies that you absolutely loved. Taking the woolly material into your palms, the tears had a mind of it own. Running down your cheeks, like they’re being chased by a bear.

Pulling the grey hoodie over your head, and tugging on black jeans, you wiped your now sore eyes. Going through your routine the best as you could, trying to ignore all the little things he’s left behind, like his ‘mr’ mug beside your ‘Mrs’ cup as you made yourself coffee. Or his favourite fork, and his favourite cologne in the bathroom.

Life had to go on. So did your job.

❥ GO ❥

“Have you heard the news?” Your co-worker whispered right into your ear, leaning his body quite literally into your own.

“What new’s kook?” You whispered back, flipping through multiple pages trying to read them the best you could.

“Namjoon is directing a good chunk of your department to work in Seoul,” he sipped his coffee as you halted, “with Kim&Co”.

Your heart dropped at the familiar company name, it couldn’t be. Surely they’re multiple companies with the same name, right? Trying to make yourself believe that, you looked Jungkook right in his doe eyes, trying to figure out if he’s taking the piss or if he’s serious.

Swallowing thickly and dropping the thick file back onto your desk, your hand landed on your hip as your other hand slammed right onto the table, staring Jungkook down menacingly. The younger man furrowed his brow at your hostility, clearly unaware of your dilemma.

“Are you joking?”

“What! Why would I-“ he stopped himself, eyes wide and lips formed in an ‘o’ “right..”

“Well I’m not joking” he shrugged “and I, my dearest will be going with you, yoongi, and Gina”

“Who said I’m going?” You went back to lazily flicking through the files, sipping your own coffee.

“Eh, namjoon?” He questioned.

“Well I’m obviously going to refuse”

“What” he practically screeched, tugging you by your suit jacket, snarling he says, “I will be damned if I will let you you give up a 25% raise over a guy you broke up with two years ago”

“25%?” You slightly whispered, pouting a little.

Jungkook nodded smugly, letting go of your jacket and smoothing the now crinkled tan suit, “that’s right 25% babe, and besides, it might now be his company”

Sighing deeply, you knew Jungkook was right. You would be dumb to give up a hefty raise like that, and immature if you couldn’t simply be coworkers with (if) Taehyung. Especially since he’ll be your boss, you’ll probably be less likely to see him, or even encounter him, that’s if it is his company you’re to work with.

“When?” You ask, Namjoon.

“Hm?” He asked back, taking his eyes briefly off of the computer.

“When are we going to Seoul?”

His lips perked into a small smile, watching Jungkook give him a huge thumbs up behind your back, “in three weeks”

“Thre-“ you shut your mouth quickly, trying to remember that 25% raise “okay, and for how long?”

He gave Jungkook a look, licking his lips, he pointed for you to sit down, Jungkook quickly making his way out of Namjoon’s office, closing the door on his way out, “y/n…”

You did not like the sound of that.

“Most likely permanently”.

You swallowed thickly, considering if it would be worth it to go back to Korea after all these years, but what was keeping you back? Literally nothing. Nothing except for your job. The apartment your renting after selling your previous home and sharing the price with Taehyung, no matter how many times he’d transfer the money back into your account (which eventually you gave up on trying to give him his share of the property’s money back), is due for a renewal of its lease. So you’re not worried about that. Since almost everything except for your clothes in that house isn’t yours.

“Fine, but,” you licked your lips, you knew you were trying your luck here right now, but you might as well, “I get a 30% raise”

Namjoons jaw dropped, trying to desperately grasp the rains of where your audacity came from when you already have a 5% bonus higher than the rest of the team since you are the leader, “Y/N…”

“it was worth a try” you shrugged, chuckling a little.

Namjoon shook his head, watching as you leave his office. He knew the trauma you went through once Taehyung left, and Namjoon was the best boss anyone could ask for, giving you time off of work so you could grieve on someone that never actually passed away. Namjoon was an Angel in your eyes, and your best friend. Everyone needs a namjoon.

Contemplating your life as you started to absolutely spiral with the way things are going, you sipped on the coffee that Jungkook so kindly refilled and put on your desk. Watching you like a hawk, determined to know if you refused the offer or if you went along.

Eventually, you grew sick of his staring, even though you loved his doe eyes to no end, you turned around and glared at him, an unamused expression on your face.

“Is there anything I can help you with Jungkook?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

“Actually yes” he didn’t miss a beat in his response, leaning over his own desk.

Your face questioned him further, pleading for him to get it over with. He looked around, just slightly leaning over more, “did you take it?”

Rolling your eyes you turned back around to your computer, “yes”.

Fist pumping the air, he gathered himself together, typing away at his keyboard, “good”.

Sighing deeply and slightly rolling your eyes, you zeroed in on focusing on your duties. Clicking away at your keyboard as your brain worked at almost full capacity, desperately trying to ignore the possibility of Taehyung being your new boss.

Your mind was a dangerous place, and Jungkook alongside Yoongi was a testimony of that fact. They watched your widened eyes glued into your computer screen, the finger above your top lip rubbing small circles comfortingly into your Cupid’s bow and they wondered idly if your elbow started to hurt from the sheer amount of time it was melting into the plastic of your swivel chair.

“She’s spiralling,” Yoongi whispered to Jungkook, who watched you like an eagle eyeing its prey.

Yoongi was right, you were spiralling.

Your mind came up with every possibility under the sun. Could he be married now? What if he has kids? What if is different now? What if he forgot all about? What if he hates you? What if he doesn’t remember the love that melted into your bed sheets the night before he left, your hot bodies flush against one another as sweat painted the hotels comforters that of a young couple undeniable love and ache.

“I think she’s going cross eyed-“ Jungkook sipped his coffee, trying to get a better glance of your eyes “yep she’s crossed eyed Yoongs… we need to intervene”.

Yoongi scoffed dryly, lazily blinking his retinas to Jungkook’s direction, who was quite literally glued to his shoulder, before focusing on your face again “and wake up the hungry monster? No thanks.”

Their view was obstructed by a tall skinny figure, the top half of their body covered in a black skirt and a silky button up. Making the boys groan, and pull them away so that Yoongi was cramped between them.

“what are we staring at?” Gina whispered, not sure where to focus her fox eyed gaze.

“Y/N’s mid life crisis” whispered Jungkook, ignoring the slight ache of his butt being leaned against the edge of Yoongi’s desk, which was across you.

“Ah” Gina nodded, “is she going cross eyed-“

Yoongi and Jungkook nodded in sync, humming in approval, “she’s been staring at her computer screen for about,” yoongi checked his non existent watch on his wrist “twenty minutes”.

“Should we help her-“

“No” both of the boys immediately whisper hissed at her, making Gina’s already small pouted lips just pout further at their harsh voices “it’s a lot more fun watching her down spiral silently rather than have her screaming orders at us and wanting to discombobulate our bodies every two seconds.”

Gina shrugged, not really caring considering she already has so much work to do. She loves you with all her heart, but the boys were right, when your got this way, you could be a nightmare to deal with.

Though, eventually the boys got concerned, considering another seven minutes have passed and you barely blinked.

Slowly, like they were tiptoeing around their enemy to not be caught, they made their way to your desk. Not a peep heard from them as they now stood in front of you, Jungkook took it upon himself to slowly lean over to you, face so close to your own that you could feel the air leaving his nostrils.

“I believe you have alot of work to hand in tomorrow, shouldn’t you be writing them papers instead of studying my face?” Your voice was calm and collected as your sharp eyes landed on his, making him gasp softly as he flinched away from you.

“Jesus Christ Noona, almost gave me a heart attack”.

Yoongi stood behind Jungkook with a look of disinterest, “get back to work within five seconds or both of your raises will be cut back by three percent”.

Like two headless chickens they scattered back to their respective desks. Working away with slight smirks on their faces. They loved riling you like that, it was the best thing they could possibly watch unfold.

❥someone’s bound to get burned❥

Recklessly throwing your last piece of clothing into your suitcase you sighed. Sweat beading your forehead as you began to take one last look at your apartment. A long heavy breathe left your lips as you looked the the landlord, handing him the keys back.

“Have fun in Korea Y/N” he smiled politely.

“Thank you, thanks for having me here. Good luck Ryan” You smiled back, leaving the now empty apartment.

Some part of you obviously felt a little uneasy leaving the only home you’ve know from quite some years now, but you were surprisingly excited to come back to your hometown. Revisit your childhood.

Jungkook was perky as Yoongi drove to the airport. And as much as you were worried before, about finding your place again, you were happy to have them with you. Things wouldn’t be the same, you knew that. But hopefully, they could be better. At least that’s what you tell yourself, to calm yourself down.

Chaos ensues anywhere Gina and Jungkook go. Like two kids, they fought over the pack of crisps you pulled out of your handbag, accidentally smacking you in the face before Jungkook eventually gave up. Dropping back into the seat beside you, Gina had a proud smile on her face, mocking the sulking boy in the front seat.

With a small smile, you pulled out a mini sized pack of animal crackers, nudging the younger boys shoulder and handing it to him, watching as his eyes lit up, “thanks noona”

“What if I wanted the animal crackers!” Gina gasped, offended you haven’t offered her a choice first.

Rolling your eyes with a smirk you turned to face her properly, “don’t be jealous Gin”.

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After perhaps, the longest flight you have experienced in about three years, you finally settled in your new apartment. Well not exactly settled, but rather awkwardly stood in the middle of the living room with a peaking Jungkook behind you.

“Why is it nicer than my-“ a slapped echoed in the mostly empty apartment. Gina warning Jungkook.

“Its huge” yoongi said with a neutral tone, yet his eyes were wide, taking in the apartment.

Was this even considered an Apartment? Maybe a penthouse? A house?. With enough rooms to fit an entire family of six, and a kitchen the size of your entire flat back in the states, you were truly in awe.

“Do you think Taehyung-“ Gina now grabbed the younger by the shirt, dragging him out of your apartment with a small bye. All of you housed in the same building was convenient, especially since you could still hear Gina scolding Jungkook in the apartment across you.

“At least I don’t have to pay for it for the next year” you shrugged.

“I wonder how much you’ll have to pay after the year.” Yoongi said aloud, knowing it’ll be a lot since a property like this wouldn’t just cost an average rent.

“If I’m honest, I’ll probably move out before the year contract comes up” you sighed, finally letting go of your luggage and taking your jacket off, leaving it on the new couch that was still wrapped in some sort of protective material.

“Smart” Yoongi remarked, “have fun I guess”.

With Yoongi gone, you looked around the house again. Trying to figure out.. well, why? If he did rent this out for you, why? Did he know you were coming? Or was it a wild guess? Perhaps he thought you were important since your salary is pretty high, maybe that’s why.

Yet as you sit on the couch and let the tears you’ve long forgotten about, you wonder if he remembers you. At least even a fragment of the gold times. The good times. Where he’d hold you so tight, take about kids with you, kiss absolutely every inch of your body, or the times you’d pepper him all over in love bites. When you’d glue yourself to him like a Velcro strip. Did he remember?

Or does he just remember the fragments were you’d argue. Small arguments, but to some they could be huge, to you at least, they were small.

Believing he does remember you in a good light, seemed to only break your heart more. Maybe because it would only make it harder to distance yourself from him again, hoping to all gods that if you meet him in the end. He’ll make it easy again, break your heart and leave again, or tell you he doesn’t need you. To go back to the states.

You hoped you’d make it through the night. You hoped you’d make it out alive. Truth is when he left he killed, not physically, but mentally. You hoped one day you’d be able to stand without looking for him every time.

It’s like they say, swans have one mate for their entire lives, and If that mate dies, the other doesn’t look for another one, it stays looking for their first love. Just like you did. You’d wake up like a lonely petal in a huge forest, searching for its branch. For its home. Your mind would run like rain without the ground to end.

He didn’t mean it, didn’t mean to break you the way he unintentionally did.

It wasn’t easy on him either, and Jimin is the testimony of that. His friends spiral, downing alcohol down his throat like a sailor, although he hates the taste of it, he hates living without you even more. Now that he knows your here, ready to work for him. His body, mind and heart run a million miles per hour, every atom and molecule that makes up his body panics. Disintegrating like little pests running in opposite directions.

He should be happy, but he fears the worst. He fears you hate him, he fears you’ll look into his eyes with a frown rather than a smile. He was ought to reap what he’d sown. And now that he did, he wishes you weren’t the needle and thread, and him the scissors. All gone, like the hot air that blows from his mouth like a cloud into this cold night.

Jimin eventually puts Taehyung to bed. Watching with sadness as his friend runs even in his wildest dreams. Jimin wonders if you’ve moved, and no one would blame you for doing so, but he knows his friend would die just a little more inside. And so would he. He’s never met you, but by the way his dear friend talks about you, he guess you most be one of a kind, perhaps, out of this world?

❥ bound to meet again ❥

It’s was gonna happen eventually, that one look that could absolutely blow you inside out, turn you into nothing but pink dusk, fiery and ugly. Devastating, In every sense of the word, was the first meeting of your gazes. His warm and homely brown eyes sucking your soul out with a small gasp, inhaling it with ease.

Bound to meet again, it was far too late to run back to the states, tell namjoon you’ll work at the wage you did before, just to avoid those sulking eyes. It felt as though his soul reached out, and grabbed yours, taking both of themselves out and merging, swinging arms as they left you gaping at each other.

His office was dead silent, his door closed as you sat across him. Chest rising and falling rapidly.

His mouth moved, but no words were formed. Pure silence.

He was shocked to say the least, you looked like you… but also didn’t. You looked more matured, yet somehow so much more delicate. Just like the petals of peonies. Your favourite.

“Hi” your mouth moved before you could stop it, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Hi” he said rather breathlessly. almost like he couldn’t believe it. As if he was in absolute disbelief.

Yet before you could even say another word, your tears fell and your mouth said it all before you could stop yourself, “I see you made it, I’m so proud of you” you sobbed, “I really am, but please, make it easy on me, tell them you don’t need me, let me go. Let me get out of it alive because I don’t think I can handle getting attached to you again, only for life to break me again. I won’t survive it Taehyung, so please. Let me out alive, let me cross the line.”

You guess you spoke out sheer truth, because it’s exactly what you wanted. To leave, to protect your already fragile heart, his eyes alone already managed to crack the slight break in your heart again, how cruel.

Maybe you weren’t as ready and strong as you believed you were when you took Joon’s offer, especially now that you’re face to face with him.

“I am so sorry,” he started, “I still don’t believe in time, constantly looking over the edge, I thought that maybe we’d find each other again. And now that we did, y/n, I’m so sorry, nothing about this is easy. So.” He swallowed harshly, “do what I did. Break my heart and leave me.”

Your mouth gaped, “are you insane? Or have you absolutely lost your mind? Do you think I could possibly put you through the hell I have been? You think I will feel better if I ruin you? Taehyung, you did nothing wrong for taking your chance and being successful, I just wish you didn’t take a piece of me with you”.

Getting up and collecting your things, you looked at him with the slightest bit of smile you could muster up, “besides, do you even love me anymore?”.

Leaving him stumped, you wiped your tears and drove back home. Possibly, the end of the line that you once wish never faded. Yet you knew the only question was; when?

And it still is, is it now? Tomorrow? Or was it when he first got on the plane and left you?You weren’t sure.

A throbbing headache bloomed in the depth of your skull, willing to take away the pain in your chest even if for a second. You hoped he wasn’t your boss, and hoped that if he was just a co worker you could avoid him, that you could ignore what happened and be friendly, but the second your eyes met, its like a tsunami crashed through your being, washing out the fake happiness and breaking down your walls. Then you reminded yourself at how good he was at that, breaking down your walls, since day one he’d get to know every little thing inside your brain, every sense and every feeling that bloomed.

Despite his belief of not being able to read you, you knew he had you like an open book. You were always vulnerable with him, spilling out your deepest darkest secrets, and the most horrendous stories, even confessing your love for him. Something that did come hard for you. Love in general was something you hadn’t believed in, until of course, you met the devil himself.

Maybe it was the heartfelt words, the naturally funny personality, perhaps his good looks, but you knew it was because he was the safest haven that you’ve ever known. The best type of simple there could be, conceivably the most exquisite type of simplicity. The perfect example of everything. Or possibly, the opposite, for all one knows he could be the ideal definition of intricacy.

Sure, Taehyung was a simple man, who had you wrapped around his pinky finger, but with every ease there comes complexity. Yet he was the sort to put you at rest, make sure you weren’t head over heels in stress and caught up in your own mind. He was a gentle giant, like a teddy bear ready to be your support.

So when he left, he pulled the leverage, and your walls rose, blocking you off from dating or moving on. And today, as if to play a ruse, he inched that leveller down and steadily started to crumble the concrete down, but you were smarter, quicker, escaping as fast as you could. Ripping his tight grip off. It was no use though, because within one shared look, you were attached all over again. It was utterly, unfair.

A knock broke you out of your pity party, forcing your legs off of the couch and padding your way to the door, confusion clear on your face because who in the world could be at your door, everyone except yoongi has work, and knowing yoongi, he should be asleep.

Slightly blowing air out of your mouth, you started to unlock your door, wiping the small tears off your cheeks.

All of the air in your lungs rushed out, cheeks squished in large palms and lips tightly sealed by another mouth, you realised the familiar scent. Dragged back inside of your new home, the door closed with a slight slam, the large hands still on your cheeks rubbing small circles into them, kiss so fiery as if the owner of the flesh on yours was trying to inhale every essence of you. And like clock work, you kissed back, hands balled into his dress shirt as he eased his lips off of you, resting his forehead on yours.

Breathing heavily he mumbled, “I am so sorry, forgive me Y/N, but,” he tucked the strand that escaped your tight bun back behind your ear, “I have finally found you again, and I will be damned if I let you go”.

Eyes staring into his and lips searching for their missing puzzle, you managed to say, “then don’t.”

As if he couldn’t get enough, he kissed you harsher than before, one hand under your chin while the other worked to get his blazer off, all in a rush, he got frustrated, ripping the buttons of his dress shirt and pulling you in closer, this time his tongue poked at your swollen lips, asking for permission, and right on the dot, you opened up, tongues roaming each other’s mouths like they were desperate to meet again.

He wasted no time in unzipping your dress and rolling it off your shoulders, his mouth running from your lips to your neck, sucking biting and nipping, rushing like a starved animal, he was every, every inch of your skin wasn’t neglected, he was making sure he was leaving his mark, trying to familiarise your body to his again.

He was hungry; and his only mission right now was gaining you back into his life,

this time forever.

A:N

A little short and just a little something because I’m working on so much right now that I barely have any time lol. If it seems rushed then you’re right, it is, I’m sorry, I genuinely don’t have time for anything these days.

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PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

SUMMARY: a little party never hurt no body… right?

WARNINGS: sex. Mentions of sex. Mixed/unresolved feelings. Drinking, hangover. Etc.

GENRE: best friends brother au

WC: no clue. Too lazy to actually find out haha. Enjoy this!

Previously… next…

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THERE was no way Jungkook was seeing what he was right now. It felt as if he was about to pop, explode all over the kitchen counter as he sipped on his drink. As if all the non alcoholic drinks were actually laced, making him nauseated. Or maybe it was the fact you were on the table, dancing with Yeji and a few other girls, screaming your lungs out.

Your entire body moved fluidly with the song, bumping and grinding against some girl he had no idea of. Your head thrown back on her shoulder, her hands in your hair as she pecked your shoulder, and though Jungkook knows you wouldn’t go for another person while sleeping with him, he couldn’t seem to extinguish the pure jealousy in the depth of his stomach.

What made him nauseous was the fact you were about to fall of the table and you were shooing him away, telling him to leave. And he was about two seconds away from jumping out his skin when your heeled foot would come too close to the edge of the poorly built table.

He wasn’t jealous you were having fun, no. He was actually happy, and seeing you like this made his mind spiral into places he didn’t currently need it to be. What made him jealous is the fact that you could so freely dance against the girl the way he wanted you to dance with him. But he couldn’t, not when Yeji was there, already suspecting both of you since your first rendezvous.

You did a great job in hiding your hickeys, until you stretched, and your stomach was revealed in purple bruises trailing down to your pelvis. You made up some shitty story about a one night stand, but she wasn’t 100% convinced, especially when Jungkook smiled at you and you smiled back, explaining to her how you made up last night.

She bought the story for now, but another slip up and she’d one hundred percent figure it out.

“Kook, she needs to go home, like right now. She’s far too drunk” Yeji yelled over the music.

“ I know that! But she isn’t listening” he mimicked her tone.

“Goddamit! You’re thrice the size of her, pick her up and throw her in your car and bring her home safely before she breaks her leg!” She scoffs.

He looked at her for a whole second, not saying anything, “fine”.

He stalked to the table, trying to figure out how to grab you without you trashing around in his hold, but the second he reached the table, you yelled out no, distancing yourself the slightest bit.

He gave you a warning look, to which you poked your tongue out and he sighed, god you got so brave and bratty when you’re drunk, “y/n, down now!”

“No” you shook your head giggling, “I’m having fun Kookie, can’t you see?”

“Yes I can see that,” he agreed, “but I can also see that you’re about one drink away from ending up in the hospital. Down, now”.

“I’m not your dog, Jungkook, let me be happy!” You fought back, just as he presumed you would.

He knew this would happen, which is why he leaned forward, grabbing the back of your knees and throwing you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests and the way you slapped his back cursing him out. Damn you’re so brave when you’re drunk, you’d never behave like this sober.

Nodding to Yeji she gives him the green light to go, and so he does, holding you with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other opening the entrance door of the house, the second he’s in safe distance, his palm meets your soft ass hidden behind your satin red dress, you gasped followed by a whimper.

“That hurt Kook” you whined.

“I’m aware” he says.

“It was also hot” you chuckled, snorting afterwards.

Jungkook shook his head, dropping you onto your butt in the passenger seat of his Benz, still protesting, “I’m not even drunk I promise”.

“That’s very convincing, did it ever work on anyone?” He scoffed, buckling your seatbelt.

“I don’t think so”

“Yeah, I figured” he chuckled, closing your door but not before switching the door to child lock, he went around the car, sliding into the drivers side, and sighing deeply.

“You’re such a party pooper when you’re sober”.

“And you’re such a spoiled brat when you’re drunk” he countered, starting the engine and pulling out of the parking spot swiftly.

“I am not spoiled!”

“You are, you’re also quite brave when you’re drunk” he added, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested between his legs lazily.

“Just cause you’ve a big dick doesn’t mean I’ve to listen to you” you grumbled, pouting slightly while looking out the window.

“Keep being so bratty and you won’t be getting any of this dick anymore”.

Now that is a warning that had you silent, only side eyeing him as you pouted, arms crossed over your chest and an incoherent sentence leaving your pretty lips before you whined, “I forgot my phone!!!”

“I have it” he says, smirking at you as he stopped at a red light.

“Stop looking at me like that”.

“Like what”

“Like a predator” you said, putting your palm on top of his lazily rested one, intertwining your fingers with his and digging your nails gently into the inside of his thigh.

“You’re so beautiful” he murmured, the lights flashing to green, reflecting in his eyes as he pulled off and into the city.

“So are you” you brought his hand to yours, softly pecking his soft hand as he practically melted into the seat, smiling to himself as you continued pecking his hand.

“I appreciate you, you know that?” You mumbled softly, afraid of the pulsing feeling in your chest.

“I know,” he spoke softly, “ I hope you know I appreciate you too.”

“I know” you smiled, looking out the window with a small grin.

The blooming and pounding feelings in your chest scared both of you, it’s not something Jungkook has felt before, you however have, at least something similar to this, except these feelings are ten fold more powerful than with your ex, and that, that scares the life out of you, because you’re not sure if it’s okay, if it’s returned. What would Yeji say? She’d probably hate you.

Reaching your house too quickly snapped you out of your drunken thoughts, not willing to let go of the warmth of his palm, “stay with me tonight?”.

He leaned back into his seat, staring into your eyes intently, “give me a reason”.

No matter what, he’d still stay, in fact the second you asked the question he knew the answer. He just wanted to tease you, in return though, he was met with your cat like gaze, and a smirk on your lips, “did you know… that,” your face so close to his own he could smell the cherry vodka of you, “morning sex is a great hangover remedy?”

His brows shot up, playing your little game so well, “oh really? Mmm I must try it then.”

“You could,” you whispered, eyes focused on his red lips, “tomorrow morning?”

“That quick? Damn, seems like I can’t pass up a chance like that” his voice was husky, melting you like fire to ice.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t pass it up”.

His lips brushed yours and you could feel yourself getting more intoxicated by him, but all too soon his body was further away from you, his hand leaving yours before he chuckled at your pout, and exited the car helping you out before leading you to your apartment door carefully.

Stumbling into your living room with a giggle, you immediately go for the zipper of your red dress, struggling as you wobbled side to side, heels clicking off the floor which each shaky step you took. Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face to rid himself of the slight fatigue.

“Let me help you” he says, stabilising your rocky body by holding your hips with his hands, palms completely engulfing your hip bones. Your back to his front as his rough fingers pulled the zipper down, helping you pull the dress off, he licked is lips, the sight of you in your matching black and nude lacy lingerie had his breathing picking up in pace, but ever the gentleman, he shook himself out of his horny state, and sat you down carefully on the arm rest of the sofa.

Dropping to his knees, you watched as he gently lifted your left leg, hand rubbing up and down softly as he pecked your calve, before untying the silver heel and setting your foot free, doing the exact same to the other leg, kissing upon both legs as he slowly lifted off the ground. He towered over you, pushing himself between your legs as he gently grabbed your head and kissed your forehead, before pecking your lips in the sweetest kiss possible, melting all the ice possible, gosh he’s so cute.

“Let’s get you changed into something comfortable” he says, humming after in question Before your palm moulded into his and he lead you to your room.

“I’ve your shirt in the bottom drawer” you mumbled in no shame at all, but should he be surprised when he’s literally spent more time at your place than at his own? Aside of training of course.

Pulling the shirt out as asked, he comes back around to you still sitting in the same position on the bed as he left you in, dropping the folded shirt beside you before he reached around you and unhooked your bra in one swift motion.

“Can you get my granny panties for me? Please” you asked so cutely, for a second he was confused at your request, or more specifically on what granny panties meant, before it clicked in his head that you meant your comfortable underwear.

Trying to suppress his smile, he turned back around to your drawer, already knowing where you store your so called granny panties since he’s had to get them for you multiple times when you start your period unexpectedly, grabbing his favourite ones, pink with black little hearts, he sets it out on the bed as well.

“Aw you even got the brief ones! God you’re the best, you know that?” You mumbled to him as he stood you up once again.

“They’re my favourite ones, they beat all the sexy ones” he smirks, confessing his little secret as he slides your thong down your legs, your hands on his shoulders as you step out of them.

“This looks familiar” your voice held such a teasing tone, your brows wiggling as he looked up at you briefly, he grabbed the underwear he set out for you and started putting them on you, once he reached your hips he snapped the black band on your skin gently, before laying a sweet kiss below your belly button.

He helped you put your (his) shirt over you head, before quickly helping you take your makeup off and joining you in bed, arm wrapped around your waist as he kissed between your shoulder blades, “you mean the world to me”.

He must have thought you were asleep, because as his nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck, he kissed a sweet spot and muttered, “what are you doing to me Y/N”.

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Jungkook was beyond patient, sitting with you in the kitchen as you groaned that you were going to throw up, though it never actually happened. He rubbed your back, helped you brush your teeth and then sat you down at the counter, now actively blending his perfect hangover cure, as he likes to call it.

“I’m never drinking again” you whimper, head down on the counter, cheek pressed against the coldness to help your hot temperature.

“I’ve heard that come out of your mouth far too many times.” He scoffed with a light chuckle.

“I mean it this time” you countered.

The cup was smacked onto the counter in front of you, his tattooed hand gripping the cup tightly “drink up”.

“Kook that looks like something a dog threw up” the yellow liquid thick and foaming at the top.

“Yeah but it helps. So drink”

“I am not putting that in my mouth”

He leaned against the counter, both palms holding his weight as he looked you in the eyes, a small smirk playing amongst his lips, “I’ve seen you take other things in your mouth, don’t act soft now”.

Cheeks heating up quite quickly, you bite your tongue hold your breathe and gulp the drink down. There was definitely turmeric and ginger in it, and maybe a hint of garlic, all in all it was spicy and hideous and you’d much rather use his cum as a hangover cure than this, seeming as he didn’t bother to throw on a shirt on his top half.

“Good girl” he praised, your mind immediately shutting down at the praise.

“Don’t say that” you whined, lips pouted.

“Why? Bet you’re wet hm?” He was quick with his response, rounding the counter and breathing on your neck, pecking a sweet kiss on your soft spot.

The morning was spontaneous, him buried deep inside you, taking you on the counter like the first time you connected like this with him. It was sweet, hot and satisfying.

The more you spend time with him, though, the more you realise how your heart flutters at his voice, the way you find everything about him endearing and comforting, like he’s perfect. Because in your eyes he is, despite the fact that more than a half a year ago you hated him, well no, actually, you always had some sort of thing for him. Ever since you befriended Yeji at just 12 years old.

You watched him go from a doe eyed boy to a man, a man full of tattoos, seduction and so goddamn hot.

But somewhere between your teen years, you’ve realised you had a thing for his round bug eyes, silky like chocolate and big like buttons. He told you silly jokes, played basketball with you when Yeji wasn’t home from her dance practices yet.

He’s always been kind hearted, you knew that. But somewhere between the line of infatuation and undeniable desire, you’ve found a smear, of which could only be described as faux hatred. Though it was far from any malicious feelings. It was jealous, strong palpable jealousy and anger. Because you didn’t believe Jungkook saw you as anything more than his sisters best friend. He had many friends, girlfriends and flings, and you couldn’t see yourself mixed in that crossfire. But you were wrong.

Now you think, at least, there’s a slight chance? Right? Well, you’re not sure. You hope there is, now that both of you roamed the very thin crack of a situation-ship, but that’s exactly what it is. It’s fragile, like a sheet of ice. If one of you got too intense, engulfed with the flames of the raging fire between each others tension and want, you could melt it. Dissipate it just like the sun would.

If one of you so much as took a heavier step, it’d crack, break and get swallowed by whatever is beneath it. Perhaps, the slight distrust? The dithering and apprehensive feelings?. It already had small cracks for the previous argument. Where both of you got burned, flew just right before the sun, igniting and scorching a hand full of feathers of your wings. You only got so much to spare of them.

The feelings mixed into this were fearful. At least on your part. They were frantic, barely tameable. Soaring so high it could suffocate you. You knew that.

Yet somehow, you still found yourself in the compromising position of being impaled by his dick once again.

The sex this time was different. It was a lot more intimate. So much was mixed into it. The way his lips kissed you, they had a certain need behind them. They could barely leave yours, and if they did it was only to share another few pecks to your chest and neck. The strokes of his cock were gentle, slow and deep. Meaningful almost. The way his fingers intertwined with yours above your head, and his skin was practically melting with yours. You were sure you would smell him on your body after.

His eyes held something close to undeniable admiration. You could see it, by the way his forehead rested against yours, eyes locked, both breathing into each other, letting your breathes mix, his lips hovering over yours, teasing. It was all different, a whole new territory. And it was so unhealthy for your mind.

Jungkook, wasn’t good for your health.

It shouldn’t be helpful for you. The constant sex with the unresolved feelings. God it was a mess. Such a beautiful wary mess. But you loved. You loved every part of it, the way your legs are clamped around his waist, nails digging into the pits of his back, his hand on your thigh and the other stroking your hair softly as you ride each others highs out.

Cuddling wasn’t generally a part of the post sex routine. But it was nice, to have him curl his arm around you, pulling your back into chest. Nose nuzzled into your hair and lips pecking your head.

“We have a lot to discuss.” He whispered so softly into your ear, both of you dozing off.

“I know”.

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A/N: anyway, this was so short and simple but guys the way I literally forgot I had a short book to finish off lmfao 😭

MASTERLIST

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ʚ✟⃛ɞ REHAB ʚ✟⃛ɞ J.J.K.

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

SERIES: like a moth to a flame.

SUMMARY: feelings get in the way. You’ve learned this half a year ago when you first let Jungkook get too close. But you never learn, do you?

WARNINGS: angst. They fight. Fluff. Smut but nothing crazy. Boxing match (fighting). That’s all I think?

Previously…. Next…

You messed up. This time it was you who messed up. Not Jungkook, you. Despite it not being overly dramatic you still messed up. It wasn’t like you meant to do it, you were trying to help him. Maybe you should have asked for his permission first, but at least he’ll have a shot now. A shot he missed because of you.

“No but coach,” you tried.

“Y/N, I know your lover boy is precious to you, but he got disqualified, there’s nothing much I can do about that.”

You sighed, whining. You were about to stomp your foot like a child but you know it would be far too immature and embarrassing, instead you grabbed Minho’s arm tightly, giving him puppy eyes with a little pout.

Looking at you he clicked his teeth, wondering how jungkook ever says no to you. With them big bug eyes and round lips Christ it’s hard to say no. He wouldn’t blame Jungkook if he gave in to your every request because damn you have a talent. He shuts his eyes closed, practically exhausted by all his might trying to find a way to say no to you, in the end he gives up.

“If you can convince him to take on the fight in Boston I’ll coach him through it again, I can’t promise it’ll get him into the championship again but it’ll help.”

Your eyes lit up and you hugged his arm a little more, his heart swelling with pride. Now he was absolutely sure Jungkook never says no to you. Because he one hundred percent wouldn’t ever have the strength to say any type of no to you. Not with your unadulterated cuteness.

You smirked, happy with yourself up until now. Realising this might not be what Jungkook wants, but at the end of the day, it’s just a try. It’s not like he absolutely has to do it. It’s an option that all up to himself to decide, and though you would love for him to do it and get every ounce of his career back on track, you would also respect his decision to say no and just train.

He might hate you because of this. No, he might despise you. Actually no he won’t because that’s just apart of your overthinking, but regardless you drove to his apartment. High anxiety on how he’d take the news.

As he opens the door yeji comes running out of her room full speed, jumping at you with a life sucking grip as she peppers your face in kisses. You giggle kissing her face back and hugging her just as tight.

“I missed you whore” she says, Jungkook smirks, walking away to the kitchen island as he closes the door.

“Aww I missed you too baby”

As you detach from each other, both of your eyes land on Jungkook whose innocently eating grapes at the counter, oblivious to your gaze.

“Why am I being stared down right now”

“Because you didn’t even say hi to y/n”

“I did something that might upset you” both you and yeji blurt at the same time.

Jungkooks eyes land to you, brows furrowed and expression confused. He had many things come to his mind when you say you did something to upset him, like you cheating on him even though you weren’t in a relationship with him and he knows you wouldn’t sleep with someone while sleeping with him, or running over his favourite stray cat because you’re still not over him throwing his career in the trash over a petty argument.

“What did you do?” He asks, voice wary and unsure.

Biting your lip, you notice Yejis curious face staring at you. You explore your options here, either you can blurt the news and buck it out of his place or, you can very carefully and gently break the news to him, because despite him being angry with Minho punishing him, he specifically told you to not go to Minho and ask for this favour but come on, how long can both of them be this stubborn?

After a few beats of silence you finally, walk very carefully to Jungkook, standing in front of him with your bottom lip tucked into your mouth, it took all his might not to free it and kiss it instead, but yeji was here staring at both of you. Waiting for your answer as much as him.

His gaze was still innocent like, curious but innocent.

“So,” you swallow, “you know how like you risked your career for me? And asked me not to speak breathe or be near Minho? Well I broke that promise”.

Yeji gasps as Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes he shakes his head, “I expected that, happened far later than I thought it would.”

“And I asked him to give you another chance… so, you HAVE to go to Boston. Please, don’t give up on this. On something you genuinely love over one mistake”.

“First of all, it wasn’t a mistake, it was intentional, second of all, I’m not going to Boston.”

You whine, stomping your foot this time, yeji chuckling as she grabs her work bag and bids both of you a quick goodbye before leaving, “but why?”.

“Because what am I gonna do in Boston Y/N?,” he says, going to the cupboard as you follow him slumping slightly and whining, “it won’t guarantee me a spot in the championship and all I’m gonna do is waste my energy and be bored when I can spend it here with you.”

“Yeah but it could be hmph-“

His lips on yours is what shuts you up, soft and petal like his kiss was hypnotising, god you loved it.

“No more Boston talk”

“But I could help you kook.”

He sighs, handing you a cute little heart shaped chocolate in red wrapping paper, you awe at it as he smiles, “fine I’ll make you a deal, I’ll go to Boston, if you come with me.”

“Well obviously I’ll go duh”

Boston was beautiful. Tall buildings surrounding you any which way you went. The streets were bustling and the traffic jams were excruciating. You sat in the back of the SUV with Jungkook, head resting against his bicep, staring out the window on his side. He’d ever so often glance at you and smile softly. Sure, he didn’t like the fact you went behind his back and did what he specifically told you not to, but at the end of the day, he realises you did it out of sheer kindness and respectfulness of his career. He, of course, appreciates it.

Though facing Minho now, with his face mustered in a hard gaze, makes his own turn sour and sassy, on the verge of turning on his heels and flying back home. You rolled your eyes with a slight sigh. Men.

“You both are so prissy,” you scoffed, “suck up the princess tears and save the drama for later, don’t y’all have some work to do?”

Jungkook pouts at that, meanwhile Minho continues with his hard gaze, “and you,” you began, “toughen up doll, shit happens move on. Teach him what he knows best and stop with this over the top testosterone and glaring, it’s ruining my trip”.

You huff as you roll your suit case to the hotel room while both of the lady like men- too proud for their own good- begin following you with stone cold faces.

“Your hormones are clogging my nose, stuff it in your pocket please and hurry up” you whine.

In your room, you finally turn to Jungkook, putting your arms around his neck while his rest on your hips. A smug smirk on his face as you smile, tilting your head in an almost puppy like innocence. How cute.

“You’re too cute.”

You giggle, your nose scrunching In that cute way that Jungkook adores, “when do you start training?”

“Well Minho is a little bitch so in the next hour.” He pouts.

“Oh really?” You ask with a menacing grin.

He squints, “what is going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Care for a quickie in this new room?”

He smirks, “always”

“Come on Jungkook, you punch like a little girl” Minho yells at him, he really wishes he could turn this punching bag into Minho right about now.

You sat at the little bench, watching as the muscles on Jungkooks bare back contracted. The sweat glistening on his skin as he moved fluidly, throwing a punch straight out, and underneath. His body moved so smoothly, like a snake almost. He was quick and powerful, sharp. He hit every target on point as he followed Minho around the ring, he’d bounce on his feet from time to time. Arms moving around as he’d take a step forward and before you’d know it he’d take a jab. Hard enough to have Minho stumbling back.

It was hot. It made you crazy, the sheer muscle and body he had was amazing to look at. It wasn’t like he was a muscle pig or something, he was lean with just enough muscle that it looked almost perfect. His waist was tiny but his back was broad. He was blessed, but he also worked hard for his form. For this sport, which is why you fought to get this spot for him. To give him a shot again.

Jungkook was focused, his eyes were straight lined at his target and each day you’d spend with him training, you’d see him improve and become sharper and smoother even more. He possessed so much confidence, so much fluidity and slyness in the way he manoeuvred his body it was insane. Each day, he’d only get better.

Eventually, it was the day prior to his fight and he invited you to take the morning run with him. Even though it sounded like absolute hell, you still pulled into your shorts and his oversized hoodie. Following him out of the hotel.

“Kook,” you began, doing some stretches with him, “I better get that doughnut after this.”

He chuckled, “I promised you I’d get you one.”

You didn’t expect to run this far. Practically drenched in your own sweat as you came back to your room. You immediately began stripping your clothes of, heading to your shower as Jungkook followed you.

“I’m never running with you again.”

“Baby come on, we only ran for an hour.”

As you turned the shower to the hottest setting, Jungkook hissed, the water burning his skin as you seemed to be in bliss. He pumped some of the shampoo into his hand, lathering your hair in it as he kissed your shoulder, right where he left a hickey. Your muscles relaxing instantly.

“It was a near death experience kook”

He rolled his eyes at your dramatic expression. He watched as you turned to face him, your eyes glistening as you began running your hands down his chest, resting them at his abs as you leaned up to kiss him, he chuckled under his breath immediately linking his lips with yours. It was sweet, but rough enough to have you sighing into the kiss.

His lips became more needy, as did yours, desperately wrapping them around his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth as he groaned, picking you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You flinched as your bare skin came into contact with the cold wall, the shower still drenching both of you with hot water against your skin.

“Kook, I need you.”

“Me too baby, me too.”

He made your head spin, every single day your affection for him grew stronger and stronger. It was scary at times because you knew you loved him, and it terrified you. Because fuck, you love him. A lot. It wasn’t just a silly crush anymore. It was pure love and you hated that. But just as he began sinking into you, you immediately knew he was gonna eventually break your heart, again.

He swallowed your moan with a kiss as he began rocking his hips into yours, rolling them smoothly. Directly going for your sweet spot as you began pulsing around him, tightening your core around his dick as he watched you. Your face turning into pleasure as you moaned, your breasts bouncing with you. Your forehead leaned against his, your mouth open and your eyes held something in them that made his heart skip a beat.

“Fuck I’m crazy for you y/n”

“Mmm”

The next morning, Jungkook was training harder than ever, before eventually, Minho told him to take a break and relax, which lead you to have dinner with him in a cute secluded restaurant. The area was beautiful, low and warm lighting, red interior and a warm atmosphere surrounded you. His black button up was left loose around his chest, black slacks laid perfectly over his legs and his waist looked snatched in the black Hermes belt. He looked delicious.

You wore a simple black satin dress. It was smooth and comfortable, but it looked classy nonetheless. Your nails were a pearl white, hair straight and skin glowing. You looked absolutely phenomenal and it drove Jungkook crazy. He had no clue what you were doing to him, but fuck, he liked that warm feeling in his chest every time he looked or thought about you.

You had him wrapped around your finger.

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It was loud. The boxing match was about to start and you sat at the side lines with Minho, your heart racing a hundred miles an hour as Minho told you to calm down. Still, with ever passing second you could barely stay seated because of your nerves. Eventually, Jungkook came out, the music turned to some rap as he walked out, bouncing from foot to foot as the staff took his jacket off and he went into the ring. You silently prayed that he goes through, and most importantly, that he doesn’t get hurt. The round began, and the fight started, he was quicker, taller than his opponent too, but the guy was smart, he’d analyse his moves, and get a punch or two in, and every time you’d shut your eyes, only to open them again and Jungkook would deliver twice as much.

The night wasn’t as long as you thought it’d be, but your sheer nerves made it so much more longer. Eventually, the last round began. Jungkooks opponent seemed tired, more sluggish with his moves, it gave Jungkook the perfect opportunity, punching one’s straight and the other immediately followed under the guys jaw. He hit the floor within seconds, and the crowd went wild. It was a k/o, Jungkook won immediately as soon as the referee hit number 10 and the guy got up with the help of his coach.

It was scary but you’re glad the guy is fine and jungkook isn’t too hurt. Sure he has a busted lip but otherwise he’s fine. You smiled at him as he winked at you. You felt relieved and even Minho cracked a smile before you looked at him and he immediately snapped back to his stern expression.

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“Jungkook, go. You deserve to celebrate. Have fun baby, I’ll be waiting for you when you’re back.”

“But I don’t wanna leave you alone” he whined, his face in your chest as he sat on the bench of his dressing room in a white hoodie and some jeans.

“I’ll be fine, I promise”

He looked up at you, his lip now taken care of you by you. He looked so beautiful, you swiped your finger across his cheek as you kissed his lips gently, “go have fun. Celebrate.”

With a bit more push he eventually followed Minho and the group out. As you took a cab back to the hotel. Showering alone was nowhere near as fun as with Jungkook. You would have went with him, like he wanted, but you’re too tired. Your anxiety and low sleep didn’t make it easier, which is why you ultimately decided to go back to your room and rest.

Freshly showered and dressed in nothing but a robe, you began snacking on some food you bought on the way back to the hotel. Watching another episode of the golden girls. Your phone dinged and you opened the instagram message, it was yeji. She sent you a reel. Your heart immediately dropped, you’d recognise that hoodie anywhere, you were the one that got it for him, not to mention he wore it just a couple hours ago when you convinced him to go. The blinged out ‘97 on his back confirmed it. His hands around some girls waist as hers were around his neck. You couldn’t see her because his body was covering her. But it was clear to you what was happening.

Yeji: I’m guessing he won?

y/n: yeah, he won.

You sat on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands staring at the floor. You felt sick, so sick it wasn’t funny. He continued his lies. It only shattered your heart even more, he stomped all over it the more he spoke.

“Y/n you’ve got it all wrong.”

You scoffed, “did I!”

“Yea you fucking did! She was asking me if I could get her a cab home she was drunk of her mind and I know her for years. She’s nothing but a good friend.”

“Yeah so am i”

He shook his head, tired. His head was pounding, but the fact he could lose you again made him nauseated. He didn’t know how he could make you believe him, he truly didn’t mess around with anyone. He’d never do that to you.

“You’re hands were on her and so were hers. From the looks of it, it didn’t seem like she was just a good friend.”

“That’s because she couldn’t even stand straight! Shit Y/N. What do I need to do to make you believe me?”.

You got up of the bed, his eyes followed you as you exited the room, stopping midway, “don’t follow me.”

You walked around aimlessly. You weren’t back for hours and he was going off his mind. He couldn’t get through to your phone. You didn’t answer any of his texts and no one has heard from you for 7 hours straight. Minho eventually came to his room, comforting Jungkook as he paced around the room like a maniac. He was worried, so fucking worried.

“Ok that’s it. I’m gonna go find her and you stay here.” He looked around for his wallet, taking Minhos car keys as he pulled the coat onto his back. The opening of the door is what stopped him mid track. You walked in, drenched in rain as you looked so drained. It made him pull you into his arms immediately. He held you so tightly it made you feel just a bit warmer.

“I love you.”

Those three words, those three words made you smile just a little, so weak but a smile nonetheless.

“Yeah,” you nodded sadly, “Yet you still have other women.”

Minho let himself out. But not before sending you the whole video. Where it clearly showed Jungkook honestly just helping his friend.

“I don’t care what you think right now, I really don’t. I love you and I’m sorry, just let me get you warm.”

He began stripping you of your clothes. Everything sticking to your skin, dripping wet. He sighed, looking at your cold and soaked body. He dried you up the best he could before he dressed you into your leggings and his sweatshirt. He got you under the covers, plugging in your phone to charge as he notices it was dead. Joining you under the covers, he glues his body to yours. Acting like a human water bottles as you close your eyes and intertwine your fingers with his.

“I love you too.”

a/n: Ehrm I’m so sorry that this took so long but honestly? I forgot about the series lmfao. I only saw it now as I’m working on so many stories with other members that it clogged up my entire draft list lol. Anyway, enjoy this new part !!

・❥・WICKED GAMES || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

SUMMARY: how does one mend two broken hearts?

SERIES: like a moth to a flame.

WARNINGS: arguing(bear with me please 😔), miscommunication, talks of illness(cancer not for reader or Jungkook), constant bickering, cold Jungkook, mean Jungkook, reader is also in the wrong:/, drinking, unprotected sex(you’re not that stupid please wrap it), oral (f receiving), cream pie :), nothing was actually figured out.

As always enjoy!!

Previously… Next…

It pained you to see the clear hurt on his face. It made your heart shed rays like a sun during a solar storm and it burned so bad. The sheer velocity of pain was making you feel like you’d die any second. It was his glass stained eyes that truly had you gulping down the knots in your throat. You understand, you haven’t been exactly fair when you left both of them. Without as much as sparing another word for two months after you’ve disappeared.

He leaned against the kitchen island, palms embedded into the edges as he scoffed and smirked in pure anger, head falling between the space of his arms. He swayed back into an upright posture, biting on his bottom lip. The little dimples that you adore visible In his cheeks.

“I’m having trouble looking at you,” he finally mumbled, “every time I do, you seem to kill me all over again.”

Your brows furrowed, “Jungkook I’m so sorry”

He shook his head, looking around the apartment, “don’t be,” he wasn’t even sure if you apologising is what he wanted. After all, both of you seemed to hurt one another every time one of you got too close. It seemed almost like you were in magnetic field and you and Jungkook were positive and negative, something that just cannot be in a field of neutrality.

“I don’t need an apology,” it wasn’t like he was trying to shame you, or punish you, more like he was trying to be clear, “I need you to look me in the eyes, and tell me truly and honestly, between those moments where it was just us and the night, did you love me?”

Your lips parted, a sigh leaving your mouth and you take a few seconds to reply, “yes.”

He nodded, swaying back and further, chuckling to himself before his eyes landed back on you, “I find that difficult to believe.”

Your heart sunk, hitting the pit of your stomach with so much force it made you feel nauseous.

“Because if you did love me, you wouldn’t have left me like that. You wouldn’t have left everything we’ve worked for and sacrificed, because of one hiccup. I get it, she was mad, after all, she’s Yeji, and Yeji is more than understanding. If we’ve given her space and time she would have come around-“

“Kook,” you shook your head, begging to keep the tears from falling, “I didn’t want to force this onto anything or anyone, it was pointless to push this onto her if we would lose all her trust, which in the process of our own selfishness we have betrayed her, already losing it. However, if I have left without picking sides, at least then, both of you could have worked it out and perhaps you could regain at least an inkling of her trust back. You know that once you lose her it’s very hard to get her back. I just didn’t want to hurt both of you like that”

He sighed closing his eyes, “what about us? Do we not get a happy ending? Do we not get a choice?”

Somehow this night reminded you of months ago when you committed the first of your betrayal on this very counter between you two. You didn’t want to relive this pain, but every word that you share between your conversation it seems like the knife gets dug further and further, pressing your heart, threatening to rip it right out of your chest and throw it out the window.

If you had stayed and chosen sides, it would have broken a bond between one of them and yourself. At the end of the day, all three of you would have ended up hurt and split. Between choosing platonic soulmates and romantic ones, somehow you have forgotten about yourself. That day before the argument happened. It seemed like the best day ever, and all of a sudden everything had burst into flames. You didn’t want to go through that again, better yet, put both of them through that again.

Somehow both you and Jungkook continue being selfish. Standing in the kitchen discussing what ifs about the relationship that you’re not even sure stood a chance, meanwhile your best friend and his sister is in the room down the hall sleeping, fighting a disease you didn’t even know she had. You were a shit best friend, that much you knew.

“Jungkook, she’s in the other room -“

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice dropping an octave, “do we not get a chance? Is this what we’re destined for hm? Fuck it kills me not to have you in my arms when you’re within my reach”

“I don’t know what to tell you! Okay? What am I supposed to do? Tear myself in half and keep both of you happy? What about me Jungkook? What about me?”

It was quite yet again, he leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers against the bottom drawers while you held the cup of tea between your hands, looking at the orange colored liquid inside the glass as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“I love you,” he muttered, “it might be selfish of me, but I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I didn’t want to dream of you every night, to feel like this for the first time. With you.”

Your heart squeezed, trashed around in your chest to escape the hell it was going through, “I didn’t mean to either.”

You looked into his eyes, both of on the verge of crying, “I love you too, unfortunately.”

Her face was pale. The hollows below her cheekbones prominent as she sat on your navy couch, she brushed her frail hands across the fluffy pillow smiling to herself. Her hair was thinning, but it still managed to frame her face beautifully. When her eyes met yours, you could see the happiness and love within them. It made you feel warm inside, it had you smiling within seconds. That’s exactly how yeji works, she’s the sun and we’re all just orbiting her.

“Do you remember when we were 16?”

Your brows furrowed, “when exactly”

“Jackson’s 18th”

“Yeah”

“Do you remember when we promised to always be happy for the other person, even if we disagree?”

Your expression immediately fell. You were so tired, so tired of constantly being reminded of this aching grief within you. Even though nobody has died, you were grieving of what could have been of you and Jungkook, “yeji, let’s not talk about that.”

“No. Let’s.”

“Why?”

“When did you realise you fell in love with Jungkook?”

You looked down to your hands in your laps, playing with the loose string of your silk pyjamas, “when we had that big argument? I realised I didn’t have a crush on him, I was madly in love with him. That night when we made up, it really confirmed it for me.”

She smiled, “I think,” she clears her throat, “I was being selfish… I stood between love, and no one should ever do that. You would never do that to me. At the time when you told me, all I could think about was losing my best friend if something happened between you two, what I failed to realise is, that we are more than best friends. No one can ever come between us, and also, in the process, I could even gain myself the best sister in law ever”.

It wasn’t necessarily that she accepted Jungkook and you, that brought you to tears, it was the fact she set aside her own self to let you guys be happy. That is what breaks you, because Yeji is too good of a person for anyone. No one in this world will ever deserve her. She’s far too good for this impure world, for this universe that will only break your heart. yeji deserves everything good and best in this whole galaxy. No one will ever compare to her.

“I love you so much yeji”.

“I love you too, go get your mans girl.”

“He can wait” both of you laughed, and everything seemed right again.

Still as you caught up with Yeji, you worried on how you’d reconnect and mend things with Jungkook. Surely, he’s tired of all the arguments and the little things that’d come between you and now it all has you thinking. Thinking too much. Because you’re afraid and the more that you go over things, the more you realise that perhaps you’re not good for each other? Maybe you’re too toxic for one another.

All things aside you still love him more than you could ever love yourself. He’s the only person that could ever make you feel like all the stars exploded within your body and it was all just fireworks going off inside your chest. No one ever made you this happy, this overwhelmingly positive and no one’s ever made you feel as beautiful as he would every time he’d touch your body, every crevice his lips would kiss would ignite confidence and love in their wake.

Maybe that is why your heart still calls for him. Because you’d rather give him your heart, whether it was shattered into pieces and glued together and the last drop of your blood then live without him. So even if he was cold, even if he rejected you, you’d do nothing more than love every inch of him and devote your soul and body to him. Because no one’s ever had you this foolish within the desire for another’s heart and body like he does.

No one ever, loves the way Jungkook loves.

By the time things started to become normal, Yeji was finally fully cancer free and steadily recovering. Her cheeks started to become fuller, her skin regaining that healthy glow and her hair was growing and becoming bouncy just like before. In moments, you finally felt some sense of normality, like nothing ever happened. Until it came to talking to Jungkook.

Every time you’d direct your focus on him and speak to him, wether to have a conversation or to ask him a question, he’d either out right ignore you or be extremely short and cold with his answers, distant.

He’s become overwhelmingly distant. It was killing you inside, but at the same time you didn’t have the guts to confront him. Your guilty conscience was holding you back, reminding you that this wasn’t his fault. That he has every right to be upset with you and never talk to you again. It hurt, but you leaving him so easily must’ve hurt him even more. Because you know that if he did that to you, you’d be in shambles.

You tried your hardest to be happy, at the end of the day you’re in Aspen. There’s snow almost every minute of the day, everything is a white blanket of snow and Christmas lights illuminated the streets, glowing in different colours. It was like pure joy and ecstasy throw up within it.

The girls decided to go out for drinks to some club close to the cabin you were staying in, leaving the guys behind. Minho, Jackson, Lukas and Jungkook decided to stay back, start a fire in the chimney and drink beer watching some type of basketball you couldn’t really care about.

Slipping into the champagne rose coloured dress you sighed. It’s a shame nobody is taking this dress off you, because fuck was it beautiful. The satin material was so delightful, the dress was shorter than you’d usually opt for, but in all fairness, it did wonders to your curves. The neckline was deep, showing hints of your breasts, the hem of the skirt reached mid thigh, a dangerous length for bending. The back was exposed completely, aside from protecting the little modesty of your ass. A very flashy thin chain crisscrossed across your smooth back. Of course this type of dress required a warm coat, otherwise you’d suffer from frostbite. You’ll undoubtably will be extremely cold, but that’s a small price you’re willing to pay for this outfit.

Your coat was white and very fluffy, faux fur on the outside, warmed with wool inside. Classy and suits the rose coloured dress perfectly, your heels were high, also rose coloured material on the sides aside from the fact the foot was open, covered with blingy laces that tied up to your mid calf. You looked sexy, that much you knew.

“Suddenly, I wish I had a penis” you hear Alana behind you, her own black heels clicking off the wooden floors of your room.

You laughed, giving yourself a once over in the mirror before you slipped your bag over your shoulder. Linking arms with Alana, you walk down the stairs, where Yeji and Caroline waited. A low whistle is heard echoing the room, the girls stopped talking, smiles bracing their faces as they watched you walk down.

Jungkook watched you across the room, lazily slumped onto the armchair in the corner of the room. You looked so fucking hot and it had something inside the pit of his stomach stirring. He did not want you going anywhere in that outfit. Despite knowing he doesn’t own you or the choice of what you wear, he wishes he could just throw you over his shoulder and rip that dress off your body. He took a sip of his beer as he watched the way your smooth skin shone within the low lighting of the living room.

Good god did you look beautiful. If you were the only person in this room right now, he’d be on his knees right now. Worshipping your body the way it deserves to be, starting from your legs to your forehead he’d cover you in bruises made by his lips, he’d write his name on your body with the way he’d suck on your skin. God he’d destroy you right now, fuck you so good the only thing you’d be thinking about is his name. He wants to imprint his mark on your body, he wants you to reek of him so no man ever gets to come within half a metre of you. So no man can ever touch you again.

God he hates you so much.

Jungkooks a bad liar. He knows that, because his heart is only ever good for you. It only beats to the rhythm of your heart, every time it beats it pumps your name into his blood, injects him with the only poison he’d ever voluntarily ingest. The only medicine that could fix his fucked up head, yet the only thing that he’d let destroy him over and over and over again. He’d write your name everywhere you walked so everyone could know that the most beautiful human being walked the path they are on.

He’d shoot any sick fuck who dared to ever hurt you, he’d slice their throats in a split second to erase them from this world if they ever wronged you. Whatever you desired, he’d feed you it. He’d do whatever you wanted him to do, he’d sell his soul for you.

Even now as the boys compliment you all he does is shoot daggers there way. His eyes only softening when your own lock with his. His heart begins to palpitate, it begins to float only to slam down again, up and down up and down. It was insane the effect you had on him.

As the guys watch the game all he can do is think about you and what you’re doing. Are you having fun? What if you’re making out with someone… what if you’re fucking someone else? Fuck.

He grabs his keys, thankful for only drinking one sip of the cheap beer. Inside the rented car, he pulls his phone out, realising you’ve already been gone for almost an hour, he clicks onto your contact, cooing as he sees the picture he’s set for you, before he calls your phone.

“Yes?” He could already hear the slurring in your speech, his head thrown back into the seat, he closes his eyes trying to focus.

“Where are you?”

You giggle, “why kookie? Are you worried?”

To you, he sounded scared and you knew you shouldn’t mess with him when he’s worried about you. But you couldn’t really care, not when you’ve drunk so much alcohol in such a short period, trying so hard to mend your broken heart with alcohol when you know the only way you’d fix it is with his dick so deep inside you it’d reset you to factory settings. Just a little slut for him, just how he loves to tell you when he fucks you.

“Y/N, you better tell me where the fuck you are.”

You think for a second, taking this as a chance to ask him a question, better over a phone call than face to face, even if you’re going to see him in a couple of minutes anyway, “why do you hate me?”

“What?” He almost whispered in disbelief.

You sighed, blowing your stray hair away from your face as you leaned against the wall, “I’m in the club around the corner.”

That’s all you say before you hang up on him. He cusses, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. He can’t believe you walked to this place in such cold weather in such a flimsy dress, or in heels in this slippy weather. Sometimes you really love testing the waters of how much luck you have. As he enters the club, his eyes swarm across the crowds trying to find you, he finally does. You’re swaying side to side, talking to some guy who seems like he’s also pissed drunk. He waits for a minute, locating yeji before he begins walking towards you.

He looked so good it hurt so much. He wore black slacks, and a black knit sweater. His hair perfectly laying on his head. The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up, his Rolex so shiny and perfect around his wrist. He looked so cozy and hot it wasn’t fair.

“Come on let’s go home.” He says. Draping his trench coat over your shoulders.

“You’re not my dad.” You scoff.

He gives you a look, telling you he’s serious. You roll your eyes, shrugging out of the jacket and brushing past him as you walk to Yeji. His warm woody vanilla scent wrapping around you and already sticking to your clothes.

“Your brother is annoying” you say, with a pout.

She glances behind you, smirking, “he saw your outfit and it probably freaked him out.”

“What do you mean”

“He probably thought you were gonna hook up with some guy, and he’s jealous so he came to collect his girl.” She winks at you, sipping her sprite with a lime on top.

“Oh please, he hates my guts. Ever since that he hates me.”

She shakes her head at your oblivion, “go with him before he chews this place up.”

You groan, taking your bag from her and walking towards the man with the stern face. You groan even louder when you’re near him, huffing and scoffing as he follows you outside. Following behind he smirks to himself, kicking himself to not coo at your little tantrum.

“I don’t know why I’m even listening to you.” You groan stomping your foot as he wraps the coat around you again.

He ignores you, face still stern and cold. What is wrong with this guy. He’s so confusing, “what’s your problem Jungkook! You come here to ruin my night, demanding I go home with you yet all you do is ignore me and you’re so cold to me but everyone claims that you love me. I’m so confused. What is your problem!”

He tilts his head to the side like a puppy, eyes glistening in the night, putting the stars to shame, “let’s just go home.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No!,” you stand your ground, “either you tell me what’s your problem, or I am turning right back around and finishing what I started with that guy” you nod back to the entrance of the club.

It was very sudden, the way he pressed you up against the car, his hand around your jaw, so gentle yet so dominating, “what did you do with him?”

“Enough to have you go crazy if I told you.” you smirked, lying through your teeth but you loved the way it riled him up. You’re just testing Yejis theory.

“What did you do with him?” He asks again, this time his voice has dropped an octave, his eyes darkening.

“First,” your lips pulled into a flirty smile as your hands tangled into the back of his hair, “I lured him into me, I danced with my ass pressed up against him, before he followed me to the bathrooms, that’s where I kissed him,” your lips get awfully close to his own, so much so that if you puckered them just a little more you’d peck him, your hands sprawled over his chest, eyes looking up into his own, “I then kissed his neck, before his hands started feeling me up. He touched my ass first, squeezing it-“

“Stop” he warned you.

“Then his lips kissed my throat, his hand-“

“y/n, i said stop.”

“Why? Are you not enjoying the way I’m telling you the story? Am I taking too long? Should I skip to the part where he fucks me?”

His body pressed against yours, forehead leaning into your own, hands smacking into the car behind your head, your innocent eyes continued piercing into his, “tell me you’re lying.”

“Why?”

“Please.”

You lean into him, all you had to do was reach up and wrap your lips around him. Taste him again for the first time in ages, “I lied.”

The force with which he kissed you, had you gasping into his mouth, clearly shocked by the way your body melted into the black Mercedes which you’re pressed up against. His lips were hungry, angry and so frustrated. He could taste the cherry vodka on your lips and it drove him to kiss you with such passion it had you moaning without him even doing anything. You could feel the wetness of your pussy dripping past your thongs and down your inner thigh.

“Fuck” you whined, he grabbed your jaw a little bit tighter this time.

“Don’t ever mess with me like that again.” He said, the door behind you clicking as he held it open for you.

You ran your thumb across your lower lip, wiping the messy lipgloss because of his rough mouth. Staring into his eyes with a menacing but such an innocent look. He really didn’t want to fuck you when you’re drunk but shit was he itching to stuff you full of him. As you sit inside the car, his tongue pokes his cheek. Your lipgloss reflecting of his lips.

“I’m going to go get your coat, stay here.”

Not like you had much of a choice. If you did leave he’d probably set this place on fire. So you sat on the leather seat, the bottom of it warm against your ass. Did he set it to heat up for you? That’s so sweet. That’s exactly what he does though, he does these little gestures to make you think you’re progressing only to give you the shoulder. It takes every inch inside you not to scream at him.

He returns shortly with your coat, holding it in his hand the other in the pocket of his pants. It was unfair that he gets to look so good without even trying.

Before he could even reach the car, a woman runs behind him. A stunning woman at that. She was slim and tall, skin as white as the snow outside and hair platinum blonde. Her eyes wore a smoky black eyeshadow, her body dressed in black from head to toe. She was so fucking hot, even you could admit that.

She seems to call out for him, he smirks before turning around to face the strange woman. They talked for a minute, and like some psychopath, you could see the smile on his face just from the back of his head. It had your pink nails digging into the leather seats, a scoff leaving your mouth. Fucking bitch. Surely she could see you in the car.

You were being irrational, you can acknowledge that. But something inside of you kept eating the anger like fire would with gasoline. It had you hot and bothered, so angry steam could be seen coming from your ears. Jealousy was the most infuriating feeling one could ever have to face. It had you out of the car within a second. Walking fiercely towards the man who conversed with the woman.

Your hand wrapped around his shoulders from the back, your voice becoming cute and sultry as you spoke to him, “come on baby, I’m cold I want to go home.”

The woman standing across you, smiled, her face dropping in disappointment as he turned his head towards you for a second, “yeah we should get going hm?”.

He so badly wanted to make you feel an ounce of the furiousness he felt just a few minutes ago when you were telling him about your little hook up. He wanted you to feel how insane it can drive you. Maybe he partly succeeded, but he wanted so badly for you to experience the pulsating jealousy he feels through his body, but he was better than that. He’d never embarrass you like this, not when he can clearly see you uncomfortable. Maybe even a little insecure. To which he’s not sure why, because he’s almost a hundred per cent sure every man and woman alike was staring at you.

He nodded a courtesy ‘bye’ to the woman before wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you towards the car again, “what did i tell you about staying in one place? Where’s the jacket?”.

You roll your eyes, scoffing.

God you make him crazy, “I don’t want you to get sick, why do you never listen to me.”

You sat inside the car again, your body getting wrapped in a hug of warmth. So cozy and warm. You close your own door before he gets to do it, evidently not happy with him. He gets in beside you, starting the car and pulling off. Your oddly silent, not saying a single word to him.

“Are you warm enough?”

You don’t say anything, just continue looking out the window as he continues driving down the road. He smirks to himself for a split second, before wiping it off his face. He clearly got you riled up and fuck did it make him want you even more.

“So you’re ignoring me?”

He’s about to lose it. What’s the deal with you? What’s the deal with him? Why can’t he be a normal human being and embrace the fact that he can now freely be with you? Is it because of how you left? Without a single word? Without bidding goodbye? Is it perhaps because he had to mend his hurt and self pity but also his disappointment with his own self without anyone there for him? Could it be that he’s so hurt and betrayed that he cannot see past it? Hardly.

Sure enough as you reach the house, the other car is gone from the driveway. Jungkooks brows furrow for a minute, before he reaches for his phone, and sends a text. “The guys are gone out to join the girls.”

You don’t say anything, once again. You simply leave his car and head for the door of the cabin. The cold outside was bitter, a cloud of mist coming out your mouth with every breath that left you. You put the key into the door and open it, setting your bag down on the little black desk by the door. Along with your keys. Jungkook follows you, also discarding his personal items. The silence in the room was loud, it was screaming at you within each corner, it was something that would surely break the toughest soldier.

“Stop ignoring me, it’s rude.”

The scoff that leaves your chest could rattle the the roof right off this little cabin, “excuse me?”

You turn to face him, a rather nerve-racking look is on your pretty little face, and just like mentioned, it made Jungkook nervous.

Your eyes turned into slits as you slowly walked towards him, your heels clicking off the wooden floors, “you’ve got quite the nerve to tell me I’m rude for simply not being in the mood to talk to you, but you can ignore me for the last couple of weeks like it’s nothing. Fuck it’s almost Christmas, we’re leaving to go back home in three days, and the only time you’ve spoken to me within the three weeks that our group reunited is now. Now when I was finally going to try and move on, when I was finally going to stop being stuck on you and have fun. Even if it wasn’t going to be good. Even if it wasn’t with someone who I actually wanted, at least, I wouldn’t still be hung up on you.”

“Have fun with someone?”

“Oh my god,” you whined, “are doing this on purpose? You have me confused for weeks, you don’t talk to me and then suddenly when I feel a small faint of happiness you kiss me! You make me go crazy, I’m going fucking crazy!”

He scoffs, “and you think I haven’t? You left me without a word, you didn’t even have half a mind to talk to me. You just left me. I didn’t know if you were going to come back, if you were going to ever talk to me or yeji again. The moment you walked out that door you took my heart with you, and now you returned, and what? Did you want everything to go back to how it used to be?”

“I don’t know! Maybe? But at least we could have talked about it.” You said.

He walked towards you, hands stuffed in his pocket as he reached you. He looked down at you, so close and personal he could probably see every pore on your face. He made you nervous, the good type of nervous. It was honestly silly how quickly and simply he could have you forget what you’re mad about. How lightning fast he could make your heart skip beats and just how much you wanted him. His hand reached for your waist, grabbing onto the curve of your hip, scrunching the dress up.

“You really think, someone could ever make you have fun, like you do with me?”

Your eyes finally looked up, meeting his darkening gaze. The sultry look on his face had you picking up on confidence. That’s exactly how Jungkook worked on you, he influenced you so much. With him you felt like you could take on the world, like you were the only woman alive. He made you confident, and he made you feel so sexy.

Your eyes turned lazy, lips parting as you looked between his lips and eyes, “you really think I need you to have fun?”

He chuckled, his nose burying in your hair as he closed his eyes to the familiar scent, “oh I know you can have all the fun by yourself.” He smirked.

“Of course you do, at the end of the day, you liked watching me have fun,” your fingers wrapped around his chin, thumb running along his plump lip, “you especially loved watching me have fun when you couldn’t join”

Your hands were almost immediately grabbed into a tight grasp with his one hand, he pinned you against the wall. Your bare back meeting the cold wall had you arching into him with a small gasp, his hips pressed against your lower stomach, “and if I remember correctly, you loved it when I had my own fun with you.”

Your lips were sealed with his own, your breath was caught in your throat as you gasped right into mouth. His mouth was merciless, swallowing you like he was dehydrated. He was crazy, kissing you like his life was on the line. His grip on your hands eased, just so both of his hands could grab your hips, pressing you further into him and at that point you could feel his belt buckle right at your belly button, you moaned mid kiss, the vulgar sound sending blood to his dick and that’s when you felt him hard against your lower belly.

The butterflies that swarmed your stomach had you detaching from his mouth, your body arching into him as your head leaned into the wall, giving him ample space to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing so hard he surely left marks. He really was fucking crazy, shit.

“Fuck, we gotta move, they could be back any second.”

Without much effort, he lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist, forehead leaning up against his as his lips sucked into your bottom one, nibbling at it. Your dress rode up, exposing your ass to the cold air and bunching up at your thighs. He took this opportunity to grab a good handful of your ass, slapping it gently. Groaning into your mouth. He walked into his bedroom, on the opposite side of the living room.

He laid you down on the bed gently, his body still against yours your legs relaxed around him. His mouth began kissing down your neck, leaving a bruise on your collarbone before he tapped your ass, “sit up,”

Obedient as always, you sit up. Letting him undo the dress from the back, unbuttoning the three buttons above your ass, “I hate this dress.”

“Do you hate it or are you just jealous?” You smirked.

“Less talking, more kissing.” He chuckled as he kissed you again.

This felt like Jungkook. The Jungkook you know, the sweet man who cares about you. The one that would set the galaxy on fire for you. He slipped the dress of your body, with one smooth move, taking your underwear with him when you lifted your hips up. Your ass still on the edge of the bed, you leaned up on your elbows, your mouth parting as he drops to his knees, and for a second, you thought he was going to take your heels off, instead, he set your foot over his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh, his mouth warm against your cooler skin.

Your head leaned back, anticipating his lips. He kissed right on top of your pussy, watching your reaction as his tongue dipped inside your wet cunt. Your mouth opened, a small smile playing on your pretty lips. His tongue licked from the bottom to the top of your slit, collecting your arousal in his mouth, moaning lowly as he attached his lips on your clit sucking onto you, the pleasure forcing your body back down onto the sheets. His tongue began flicking, earning moans as a response. Your hands tangling onto the sheets, he loved you liked this, immersed in your own pleasure.

His finger entered your pussy, the feeling had you whining, biting onto your lip as you moaned, “Jungkook,”

The vibration of his low moan against you, sent shivers down your spine. He added another finger in you, stretching you out and your heel began digging into his back and that in turn made his own moan resound through you, “fuck please I need you.”

He didn’t listen, instead his tongue worked faster on you, his fingers curled in a “come here” motion, rocking inside you with so much strength your body began moving with his motions. Your whines became muffled, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip and finally you came on his fingers.

fuck I missed you”, he said, coming back onto his own feet he impatiently took his sweater off, mouth wrapping around his fingers to suck your cum off them. Your stomach rose and fell, and he was too impatient to take all his clothes off, instead he chose to kiss your body instead, pecking randomly all over stomach, chest and face, “I missed you so much”.

Your hands unbuckled his belt, pulling his zipper down. You started taking of his pants, getting them past his ass and letting them pool around his ankles as you kissed him messily, “I missed you too”.

You pumped his cock in your hand, running your thumb over his tip, collecting the precum and sucking it off right after, “condom.” You say as he begins rutting his dick up your slit, “fuck I didn’t bring any”.

You groaned, his tip hitting your sensitive clit, “I’m on birth control, are you clean?”

His mouth was busy creating bruises behind your ear, “I haven’t slept with anyone since you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He lined himself up with your pussy, his hands found yours, locking your fingers with his as he raised them above your head. His hips thrusted forward, entering you with a slight stretch. Both of you gasping in time with each other, lips hovering over each other. He took his time pushing inside you. Slowly, stretching you out and your body responded within a second. As if awaking from hibernation. Your hips moved with his as he bottomed out. Your eyes closing as he watched your beautiful face contorted in pure pleasure. He began slowly, his thrusts gentle before your breathy moans made him pick up his pace. His body thrusting with yours as your skin rubbed against each other.

The fullness inside your lower stomach was so good, the way his cock was dragging in and out of you with such precision. It had your toes curling inside your heels. Which made you wonder why he didn’t take them off you.

“You’re mine you get it? No one else’s but mine. I get to, fuck,” he moaned, your pussy clenching around him for a split second, “I get to love you.”

“Yes, fuck yes.” You agreed, your eyes so round and beautiful as they glistened, reflecting all his dreams and hopes in them.

His arm wrapped around your waist, and the force which he began thrusting inside you had you practically screaming, your nails digging into his bag as your chest and cheeks began blushing with your impending orgasm, the bed creaked with his merciless thrusting. His tip hitting something inside you so good that your moans silenced, sweat beading your body as the pleasure seeped from your head to yours toes, shooting electricity through your body as your pussy clenched around him. Leg shaking as you came without much of a warning, your voice choked up, “fuck”.

“Shit” his breathing was fast, moans resonating so deep inside his chest it felt like a rumble against yours. Face hiding in your chest as his thrust became sloppy, he chased his high, your overstimulation making tears form around your eyes as your moans drove him to cum inside you. His dick twitching, pumping hot liquid onto your walls.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

A/N; so nothing was resolved really aside from some sex lol. I apologise for the slow updating I’m so busy. Masterlist is linked in my bio ;).

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