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Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Summary: Jungkook and you find the most pleasurable way to end the evening dinner.

Warnings: 18+, absolutely nsfw, kinks, tied up reader, dom!jk, sub!reader.

Genre: smut, established relationship, pwp.

Word count: 1.4K my shortest drabble yet not proud tbh lol.

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Sitting in the passenger seat while Jungkook drives back to your shared apartment, your lips twitch as an idea pops up in your head. The red lights helping you out as Jungkook stops behind another car, the slight city lights illuminating his beautiful face, elbow leaning on the window sill as his finger rested on his upper lip, staring ahead.

Maybe it was cruel, working him up like this but you couldn’t help it. Your hand found it’s place on his thick thigh, rubbing small circles as his eyebrow quirked up, all too familiar with your games. You continued your innocent play, rubbing gently until your fingers found themselves cupping his slightly hard form. He chuckled.

“Y/N..” that’s your first warning.

“What baby?”

“I know what you’re doing,” his eyes darkened, watching as your hand slipped through the waistband of his black sweats, no underwear? Brave.

“What do you mean?” You asked, voice dripping as smooth as honey.

He groaned when you gently ran your thumb across his slit, rubbing the precum around to accommodate your hand. He felt far too good in your hand, and it should be unfair that by just touching him your pussy is clenching around absolutely nothing, wishing his dick was so far up your guts right now.

Running your hand up and down, you fastened your pace, watching as his features constricted into pleasure, stomach tightening for release and just when he was about to cum, the lights turned green and you slipped your hand back to your laps. A small playing on your lips.

What he didn’t except was for you to spread your legs just a small bit, adjusting in the seat before your hand slid up your thigh, pulling the small material of your under wear to the side and rubbing circles on your clit with your three fingers.

He groaned, hands tightening around the steering wheel as he listened to your moans, your wetness echoing in the car and he swears he could practically taste you. He felt so unbelievably worked up right now, and as he turned into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he wasted no time in getting out of the car, helping you into the elevator in a rush.

Once the doors closed and the elevator dinged with each floor, he took your hand, the one that was playing with your pussy, and enveloped your fingers in his lips. Tasting your remains before harshly kissing you, grabbing onto your hips. The doors of the elevator opened and he wasted no time in scurrying you towards your home.

It wasn’t long before he had you tied up in front of your bedroom door frame. Your hands held tightly by the cuffs that were now tied to the nails of the frame. Your body on full display for him as he walked in front of in nothing but his sweatpants, tantalising you as he smirked.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was low, dangerous even.

You nodded, biting your lip as he pressed his body onto your naked one, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard”

A small moan passed your lips as you searched for his lips in the dark room, the only source of light being the neon “baby” sign that illuminated your wall. Now it shone off your body perfectly, the pink light highlighted every beautiful inch of your skin. So gracefully.

He kissed your chin softly, following his lips in a trail from your neck, to your chest, to your breasts, latching them on to each nipple, biting licking and sucking on them as you mewled above him. Ass pushing into the door as you itched to grab onto his hair as his face followed lower and lower, until he was on his knees, wrapping your legs around his neck as kissed your pelvic bone, trailing down slowly to where you needed him the most. He knew what he was doing, and so did you.

“You look so beautiful y/n” he smirked below you “look”

He demanded and you followed, watching yourself in the full length mirror that was in front of you, leaning against the wall. Fuck you did look hot. He chuckled softly, before unexpectedly dipping his tongue past your folds, licking from your entrance to the very top, savouring each little taste he could.

You moaned loudly, squeezing your legs around his head as you watched his sucking on your clit as if he was famished. He looked so fucking hot right now. Damn these stupid cuffs, you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair so badly. Yet to no avail, because as he continued to work his tongue inside of you, you had no choice but to stay put, digging your nails into the leather of the cuffs. His doe eyes looking into your soul while his mouth was basically trying to suck your entire reproductive system out of you.

“I’m gonna cum!” You warned, legs slightly trembling and you were done for when he slipped to fingers inside, his tongue now licking in fast motions around your nub.

“Fuck!” Your voice was far to high pitched for your liking, but you ignored it, succumbing to the orgasm he just provided you, your brain practically melted, flowing out of you like the cum on Jungkook’s tongue.

Letting your legs back down onto the floor, his hands traced every curve of your body as he slowly got back onto his feet, loving the feel of your smooth skin. His lips glistened in the pink light and you wanted nothing more but to kiss him, but he only smirked, shaking his head no.

He stepped away from you, watching your body squirming, the fucked out expression on your face, “fuck baby you are so beautiful”

He slipped out of his sweats, pumping his length in his hand as he walked towards you again, hand grabbing onto your ass, before he tapped it, your sign to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You did as he asked, before feeling his lips on your neck, sucking small bruises onto your collarbone and neck. The tip of his dick now smearing the wetness between your folds, making you clench around nothing as you waited patiently for him to push into you. He grabbed onto your jaw gently, forcing you to look straight into his eyes and when you least expected, he pushed into you to the hilt. Watching as you sighed out, your moan mixing with his as your head fell back, leaning onto the door. Licking a strip up your throat he started to move, thrusting his hips slowly against you, building you up like an orchestra before the grand finale.

He was amazing with everything he did, and maybe he was so good at fucking you because he knows your body better than the back of his hand, whatever it is, you never had a better boyfriend, or sex, in your entire existence. And you’re sure you will marry him one day.

His thrusts picked up, hand now squeezing your waist as your tits bounced up and down, your wetness running down your thigh and onto his dick, costing him perfectly making him glisten. He loved watching you fall apart like this for him, eyes shut tightly and mouth formed in an ‘o’ while his dick fucked harder and deeper.

“Fuck,” he groaned “look at you taking me so well”

Your moan got stuck in your throat as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, begging to be released. He felt you were close too, by the way your pussy clenched around him, the way your legs tightening around his waist and the way your chest and cheeks started to turn pink, he knew you were close.

Holding on to your ass with one hand, and the other on your clit, he fucked you at an animalistic pace now, your moans hoarse as you cheered him on, “yes Jungkook, fuck baby so good”

With harsh breathes he fucked into you harder, his the lewd smacking of skin filling the dark room. And like fireworks, your orgasm reaped through your body, a small scream escaping your mouth before it got stuck in your throat. Watching your blissed out face and the way your chest heaved, he followed soon after, his hips stuttering before his cum shot up inside you, his cum. coating your walls white.

“I should tease you more” you managed to chuckle out.

“Round two in the bathroom?”

A/N: anyway eh… I hope you enjoyed? Like I said don’t be afraid to interact <3

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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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ʚ✟⃛ɞ Like a Moth to a Flame || J.J.K ʚ✟⃛ɞ

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader/x jimin.

SUMMARY: Your best friends older brother meant more to you than just a friend, unfortunately it’s a little too late now.

WARNINGS: smut implied on multiple occasions.

GENRE: best friends brother au.

WC: 5.4K

//unedited, y’all should get the gist by now :’)\

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PERHAPS **the most **important part of being someone’s best friend is being honest, truthful and sharing everything you can. And if you can’t share a secret with your best friend, then it most be something she can never find out. Right?

Exactly.

Which is why you’re currently biting your nails, sitting like a duck on your own egg shells. Hoping to god that your reddened cheeks can be blamed for the spicy jalapeño pizza you just shared between each other as well as the many soju bottles. However you cannot be 100% sure everyone is buying your little gimmick, seeing as he’s staring at you with an amused smirk, pretending he’s all too interested in making himself a cup of tea.

Why does he have to be like that? Besides he wasn’t even suppose to be in the house in the first place, Yeji explicitly told him to leave the house since she’s going to throw a small birthday party for her 20th. Doesn’t seem like he got the memo from what you can see.

“Anyway,” yeji, cuts herself short, “what’s the dirtiest place you have had sex in y/n”.

Cheeks reddening to a beetroot red, you clear your throat slightly, looking around the table before choosing your words carefully, “back of his car”.

“Just back of his car?”

“At the rear parking lot of 7/11, at midnight”, you finish.

“Risky, wouldn’t of said such an innocent little Angel like you would actually commit such a heinous crime huh” he voiced his opinion without missing a beat, watching as the death glare formed on your face.

“Don’t act like you’d even know what having a bit of fun means,” you scoff, Yeji oblivious to your little game.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself y/n,” he warns with a slight smirk, sipping his tea.

“Don’t project your insecurities on me cause you can’t get bitches Jungkook” you roll your eyes, clearly not amused by his obvious teasing.

“I’m sure you’d know” he chuckles, exiting the kitchen and leaving your almost growling at the kitchen table, where everyone’s eyes are on you.

“What… was that?” Sujin asks.

“What was what!” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but with Jungkook’s teasing and shit eating grin engraved in your mind you felt like popping.

“That roast battle?” Yeji asks, “by the way you ate him up”.

“He had it coming” you slumped back into your chair, sipping your sweet old whiskey mix.

Yeji brings her hands up in surrender, letting the subject drop faster than a needle to the ground. It’s not that there was much she could ask. You never made it super clear that her brother angers you so much that you wish he’d rearrange your guts on more than one occasion. But like mentioned, not everything can be shared, somethings are just better left unsaid.

After a few more hours of drinking past your limit and eating way too many spicy foods, you felt like you’ve had your fun. Ready to leave the party right after everyone has gone and dusted. But Yeji was too good of a friend, too sweet and protective. And who were you to give up an immediate soft place to crash on?

“Yeah but where would I stay, it’s not like,” you hiccuped past your slurred sentences, Jungkook right behind you and Yeji, chuckling to himself as he watched both of your try to speak in your slurred states like two toddlers trying to learn to speak for the first time, “we could fit on the same bed, because let’s me be honest ji, I’ve got a fat ass and your single bed will not handle me”

She pondered for a second, lips formed in a cute pout and eyes wide despite the droop from the alcohol in her system. She was the spitting image of her brother, except in female form and a lot more daintier, “take Jungkook’s bed, he’s been an asshole anyway”

You snort unattractively, hand covering your mouth as you and Yeji fall into a fit of drunken giggles, almost falling over while leaning on each other for support, “okay, I’ll leave a bunch of cockroaches behind too”

“No I’m serious,” she whines slightly, “it’s not safe to go home now, and Uber drivers are perverts.”

“I’ll just walk I’ll be fine Ji,” you grabbed her shoulders, confident in your remark but before you could even take the slightest step to the door, Yeji has other plans.

In the process of trying to grab your shoulder, she accidentally grabs your boob, rather harshly at that, and because of the slight pain that you still have in your freshly pierced nipple, you almost fall over in pain, “ow my boob!”

“Oh shit sorry!” She chuckles, “hey, at least the piercing feels nice!”

You smirk at her, keeping eye contact as you stumble closer to her, “it looks even better in real life”.

“I know,” she giggles, “because I’m the one that put it there”

Once again falling into a pit of giggles with a traumatised Jungkook behind you, you finally reach your end stage of being drunk, a small sob leaving your lips, “can I actually sleep in his stinky room?, what if I get kidnapped on the way home”

“Of course you can,” Yejis lower lip trembles, finally reaching that stage with you, “can’t she Jungkook”

Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief, not quiet sure how you guys got to this stage since he left with his tea and what’s worse is he hasn’t realised that to your drunken eyes it looks like he just said no, so now you’re not sobbing, you’re practically wailing together, grabbing each other’s hands like it’s the end of the world.

“He really is an asshole” she wipes her eyes, “all the times Y/N, bought you banana milk and you won’t let her sleep in your room!”

“I-“ the poor man tries to defend himself.

“And all the times I’ve got you gimbap!”

He sighs in defeat, muttering incoherent words to himself as he finally leans off of the wall and stalks over to both of you very gently and slowly, “first off, I did not shake my head-NO- and second of all, please stop staring at me like that I feel threatened-“

“As you should” his younger sister practically growls.

“Anyway, y/n, why don’t you go and make yourself comfortable in my roo-“

“I’m sorry if I obliterate your bathroom with vomit, I really don’t mean to” you sniffle, right nostril blocked from crying.

He blinks, mentally counting down from 10 and begging god for patience because not only is there a possibility he’ll have to clean your vomit up and be there for you because his sister will be sleeping like she’s dead, but she’s currently pss’pssing as if there was a cat in the house… which there isn’t.

“It’s okay, just please, go to sleep”

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Maybe the smarter idea would of been to stay at home after literally burning your entire digestive system with alcohol not even a four days ago, but despite that, and the lack of a boyfriend, somehow, you have found yourself immersed by yet another tequila drink and music booming around your entire aura. Hips swaying side to side and hair absolutely going wild after you have successfully lost your hair tie around two hours ago.

Yeji was no better, screaming down the phone to her annoying and hot brother, who apparently is very pissed and worried because he’s had a tough training with his coach today, and now his night is going to be filled with yet again taking care of two drunk messes. She keeps yelling at him, telling him she’s absolutely not giving him the name of the bar you’re currently trashed in. You vaguely hear her scream a bunch of curses at him before your attention is diverted to a pair of hands on your hips.

Turning around to meet this gaze you find probably one of the hottest creatures of man kind. With hooded dark eyes, and pink floppy hair and luscious plump lips he looks like a sinning Angel. His pearl white teeth sink into his plump bottom lip, the cross necklace on his dark shirt stealing your attention as you start dancing with this handsome stranger, absolutely perfect.

Without much thought to your current situation, you signal to Yeji that you are leaving with, Jimin, as you learned his name is. Right the second Jungkook enters, expression clearly not amused by your little escapade with his sister. You giggled to yourself as Jimin chuckled, helping you into the taxi.

And by the time you could really think about what you’re doing, his cross is swinging by your face as he hovers above you, kissing his way down your body right after giving you the best orgasm you’ve experienced, eyes sultry and lips coated in your essence. You were on cloud nine as he left marks on your neck and chest, rubbing his thick cock along your folds, before sliding in with ease, gasping as you clench around him, watching as his expression twists into ecstasy, he was gorgeous. Railing you like there was no tomorrow, and you know for fact you will not regret this night, not even in a million years.

Waking up the next morning was a daze, finding yourself nausea but not throwing up, and laying down next to a extraterrestrial being, you got out of bed in a rush, realising you promised Yeji to grab hungover brunch together. The man beside you groans, stirring awake, “sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up”.

“You don’t have to do the walk of shame babe,” he chuckled, voice incredibly arousing, stirring something deep inside your stomach.

“No-“ maybe that was too quick of a reaction, “it’s- I meant to be meeting my friend in ten minutes for brunch, and I don’t want to be late.”

He gets out of his bed, watching you as you put your clothes on deciding to do the same, “maybe I could drop you?..”.

Your lips part in thought, “Uhm are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, you don’t owe me anything actually yesterday night was amazing-“.

“Do you really not remember me?” He asks with a soft chuckle.

Your brain stirs, realising the familiar gaze, voice and eyes. He definitely changed, but good god did he even get hotter, and maybe you were to drunk to realise yesterday that his name was literally the same as your ex friends with benefits partner.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, to which he laughs gently, now dressed in grey sweats and a black shirt.

“I see time did you good y/n”

“Fuck me did it do you good” you laughed, slipping your red dress back on, cringing a little.

“Do you want to borrow some clothes?” He asks, already going to his drawer full of hoodies and sweats.

“I mean if you’re okay with it-“

“Come on don’t act like we didn’t use to do all the time” he hands you a brown hoodie and black sweats.

Smiling a little, you slipped the clothes on he gave you, watching as his eyes gleamed with a certain twinkle, “so? You disappeared for five years Park, where have you been?”

“Studying in Canada, I came back because I got a good job offer here” he mutters as you head out of his apartment, and straight down into the underground parking lot.

“Oh, damn. That’s nice, I’ve still another year of studying to do unfortunately” you chuckle a little, buckling your seat belt as he starts his car.

Within small talk you get to the small cafe by Jungkook’s place, being met with the man himself and his younger sister. Jungkook does not look pleased at all, a prominent scowl on his face while he glares at his whining sister, but in all fairness, he looked absolutely ravishing. In blue ripped jeans, and a white polo shirt. Hair slightly messy but never the less he looks gorgeous, just like always. With your stare on him and voice more clear he whips his head up, noticing you with a man is quite the strange sight for him, and he’s not really sure why he all of a sudden feels even angrier than he was during training.

Sitting down next to Jungkook and Jimin next to Yeji, you sigh, the crispy breeze of autumn absolutely devouring your lungs, “remind me to never drink again hm?”.

Jimin chuckles before you realise you never actually introduced him, “oh right, guys this is Jimin my friend, Jimin Jungkook and Yeji my best friend”.

“Ah the famous Yeji”

“Famous?” Your best friend managed even though her voice was ragged just like a cat being dragged through her vocal chords.

jimin chuckles a little, rearranging the cap ingulfing his hair, “yeah, Y/N wouldn’t shut up about you yesterday night, kept complaining saying you’ll be concerned, but to be honest you didn’t seem all too worried yesterday night’’

Yeji hums, squinting while the sun shines in her eyes. you on the other hand whine, hand covering your stomach while you pout a little, clearly very hungry with your hungover. Jimin picks up on that, smiling a little before ordering you a smoothie and an acai bowl. how sweet. seemingly, though, Jungkook doesn’t quite like the picture in front of his eyes, muttering something incoherent under his breath, and while you notice you choose to blame his sour mood on his training.

‘‘so kook, how was training’‘, you ask, nibbling on your paper straw.

‘‘good’‘ is all he answers, clearly not excited to overindulge you.

‘‘when’s the upcoming fight’‘, you say, trying to make it clear you’re devoting your entire attention on him.

he sits up in his chair, still slacking but not as bad as before, one hand under his chin as he looks into the small cafe, “friday week” he answers.

“are you excited”

he scoffs a little, “you could say that”

Confused and slightly baffled at why he’s giving you the cold shoulder you sigh, closing the menu you were scanning for no apparent reason and stand up of your chair, “kook, would you mind going in with me for some water?”

He looks at you with minimal hesitation, “for.. water?”

“Yeah,” you mutter softly tilting your head trying to make it obvious to him that you are trying to to talk to him in private, “water”.

He licks his lips swiftly, clearing his throat and following your lead, watching your back with intent, wondering why the hell you’re dressed in oversized mens clothing, when suddenly, like a lighting strike just hit him, he realises.

Once at a small corner at the cafe away from others he looks you dead in the eyes, clearly some type of emotion swarming his head as he suddenly looks slightly pissed off, body tense and brows stern, “you slept with him”.

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Like he was there last night and saw all the things Jimin did to you. Shocked and maybe a little shy, you gulp, “well… it’s my life. I can choose who I sleep with..”.

He scoffs with a slight smirk, no, not the type of smirk where you want to kiss it right of his lips or the type you want to smack away because he’s cocky, no, the type were he’s clearly pissed.. beyond pissed, “why him?”

Now you were getting agitated, foxy gaze hardening and cheeks warming to a serene pink, “why not him!”

“Because!” He controls his voice, looking around to Make sure he hasn’t captured any unwanted attention.

“Because?” You questioned, clearly baffled now at where this man has gotten his audacity.

“Goddamnit y/n” he sighs rubbing his face with his hands.

“What’s so wrong with him that I can’t sleep with-“

“He is my fucking opponent this Friday.”

“Oh”

He stares at you, tight lipped and fuming, and all though you know better than to continue egging him on. You still open your big mouth, “well I don’t know how that affects the fight since it’s my vagina and not yours he fucked”.

Blinking about a hundred times in one second he literally just stands there for a solid minute trying to decipher what you had just said to him, “I don’t have a vagina”.

“Sucks for you I guess” you shrug your shoulders with a straight face.

He bites into his lower lip, clearly not amused by your little shenanigans, inching closer to you, he has a certain glimmer in his usually brown eyes, with just a little sheen of cloudy darkness, “I promise when I win that fight, I will prove to you that no other man will *ever *compare to me… physically…mentally” he moves in closer, just an inch away from your ear, “stamina wise,” his hot breath on your delicate skin was exciting, hairs rising on your neck and goosebumps forming, “and bed wise”

With his final words he moved away from you slowly, before tucking your hair behind your ear all while you’re sure someone has electrocuted your insides. Maybe this man is trying to kill you, maybes he trying to tease you or perhaps, he means what he says.

But two can always play the same game, “well,” you give him your best innocent look, “I hope you’re a man of your words, good luck.. Kookie” swiftly moving around him, you shoot straight for the door, heart racing and insides melting. what . the . actual . fuck.

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Fuming… that’s what you are right now. Angrily stomping your way to the familiar building you dig your nails further into the palm of your hand, cheeks blushed with the anger coursing through your blood and face stern. Not quite concerned with the people, most of them already know you.. and who you are coming to see, it’s pretty obvious.

Coming up straight to the punching bag the tall man is apparently taking his frustration out on, you bit into your lip. Calming your breathes and trying your best to not pop, “I will personally take a rope, put it round your neck and choke you. Who the fuck do you think you are”.

Not really paying attention to you, or more so being bothered by your outrage because he’s expected this, he throws a mere glance your way before speaking up again, “do you have anyone else to bother but me?”.

Rolling your eyes so far back into your skull that it physically hurts, you give him a sarcastic laugh, “you’re so funny don’t you think? Stay out of my business Jungkook. I’m serious”.

He stops punching the bag, holding it in place with his gloved hands, “you, got into, my, business, first.”

At this stage you will need all mighty gods strength to stop yourself from absolutely obliterating his face right this second, “fuck you Jungkook, you’re so fucking annoying. YOU are not my brother, YOU are not my father or my boyfriend. YOU do not dictate who I can fuck and who I can’t. Stay in your own lane”.

Suddenly angry, deep frustration taking over his eyes, darkening his orbs to a colour almost unrecognisable, “do you know what he says about you?” He stalks towards you, almost like a prey to its victim, “do you know how he tells everyone of his friends he fucks your everyday? That you’re desperate? Choking on his fucking dick? My entire friend group has been bombarding me, telling me my sisters best friend is getting railed by my opponent, never mind that actually, it’s the fact he has so little respect for you. I promise you, when I’ll be in the ring, he won’t come out of my hands alive”.

Throwing the gloves off his hands to the floor, he walks to the locker room with one last look at you, but you’re stupid, and not at all listening to your rational brain telling you to let him cool down, “well I just think it’s stupid you’re so willing to risk disqualification over me”

He chuckles emptily, “so I’m stupid because I care?”

“No, you’re stupid because you’re risking the biggest fight of your career.”

“So help me god Y/N,” he stands up off the bench, sweaty figure close to your body to the point you can feel his heat radiating warmth onto your skin, “I’ll do it all again and again and again, if it means you get the respect you deserve.”

Because you absolutely have no self control and curiosity always gets the best of you, you look into his eyes and ask, “why do you care so much?”

His expression turns soft, eyes melting every worry, anxiety and pain away, “because you’re my friend too, and my friends mean a lot to me.”

Understandable, but despite the feeling that there’s more to this words than he lets on, you nod in slight agreement, “fine, I’ll stop seeing him”.

He says nothing, simply turns around and begins to take his shirt off, “you might wanna wait outside unless you want coach to explode with anger”.

The hardest part about being alone is… being alone. Simply put. There is only so much a person can do by themselves, and sure it’s relaxing to be alone sometimes, but not all the time. It gets lonely, dark… soulless. Not only in the caged four walls of your home, but generally speaking. A human needs another human, it’s instinctual, it’s inevitable. Just like any other creature, a soul needs a partner. Surely, by now you’d have found someone if you were interesting enough, but in all fairness, you seem to be probably the most general, imperfect and boring person alive.

Staring at the ceiling for what feels like a decade, which in reality was an hour, your mind sinks deeper into your feelings, into the depth of your heart. It almost feelings like your brain is rummaging around, throwing things randomly while accidentally continuously hitting that one spot, that one spot that hurts. And since it’s busy, it doesn’t help you find out why exactly it hurts. It makes no sense. Being in pain, without a source. Without a reason, without pain.

Most people like to believe that their one and true love will come by, wether that be in five minutes or twenty odd years, you choose to not be foolish. You don’t believe in falling in love instantly, you don’t believe in love at first sight. Call it depressing, but you like to believe you’re quite the optimist. Just not in this scenario.

Any sane person would probably avoid walking in lashing rain to ease said -pain without pain- situation, but that’s exactly it. You’re not sane enough right now. You’re not exactly functioning properly, is it because of the lack of humanly touch? Or because the last time you saw another human being was when Jungkook almost killed Jimin in the boxing ring? Sighing you shrug your coat on and leave your apartment. Forgoing your umbrella.

What happened that day? What got into him? That despite the fact you begged him hours before to not hurt him too much, he went further of your plea and obliterated Jimin. The screaming and roaring in his apartment didn’t help his busted lip, but during that heated fight were Yeji stood in the hallway door silently crying as both you and him swore to never even look each other’s way again, you left a tiny yet crucial part of your being with them.

What the fuck happened that day.

To put it short, Jungkook wasn’t handling everything well, and when you pushed through into his place, he scoffed, asking you to leave. Maybe you should have, but you weren’t just pissed that he hurt Jimin, no, you were pissed that despite everything you begged him for, you especially begged for him to not get this disqualified. And sure it’s not the end of his career, but it was not needed. It was not necessary. Yet he’d gone and did it, which is why you started yelling, and from one word to another, both of you started cussing each other out, the entire argument was pathetic but it thought you many things, and it’s only been a month since that said fight, yet all of you is slowly dying and you don’t know why.

Maybe ignoring Yeji was not necessary, but if you talked to her, you knew it would blow up in your face. It’s too soon, too soon to be even near him.

*“Are you crazy” he yelled, anger at a boiling point. *

“*Maybe I am, but fuck Jungkook you got yourself disqualified!” *

*“So what?” He scoffed bitterly, “stop pretending like you give a shit about me” *

“*Oh that’s just pathetic” you sighed rubbing your forehead. *

“*So now I’m pathetic too?” *

“Yeah as a matter of fact you are! You’re pathetic, pathetic for throwing away your chance like that” you yelled, sure you face was getting red.

“*And you’re just a naive little girl, grow up Y/N, open your fucking eyes, stop trying to find good in everyone, stop believing everyone, stop trusting everyone! Stop sleeping around with everyone!” He yelled back, equally as pissed. *

Your face dropped, a needle to your heart, that’s what his words felt like, “oh that’s just low Jungkook, that’s just low even for you. Fuck. You don’t get to do that, you don’t get to call me a whore or whatever else because what I do with my body is none of your business. You’re so low for that Jungkook, that was a douche bag move”.

“*It’s the truth!” He countered, not looking in your eyes. *

“*Yeah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat, fighting the tears back from your eyes, “you’re right, I’ll stop being naive, I’ll stop trusting people, as a matter of fact Jungkook, I swear I will never look your way again, I promise you’ll never hear from me again and I’ll make sure that the last you’ll see of me is if I were to die. I swear on everything that is dear to me in this world”. *

“*So do I” he shrugs, taking another sip of his beer. *

*Without looking back, you stormed out of his apartment. Desperately trying to stop the tears flowing from your eyes, but your efforts were just that, efforts. *

Crazy is what it was, it was a spurt of dumb non meaningful words. It was like spinning in a tunnel of webs, with absolutely no way out. Like sitting in four walls painted black with no escape. Like sitting ducks waiting to be eaten by their prey. It was in the heat of the moment. Yet it hurts like hell, maybe because you’re crazy in love with him, or maybe because it’s just that. Love.

*Not sure when he’s arrived at your house or how he got in, but he stumbled in regardless, holding a bag of snacks, drinks and a bottle of red wine with a small smile on his pouty lips, “horror marathon?” *

*Giggling you nod, watching him slip of his shoes and coat, neatly placing them beside yours. He practically skips his way to your small living room, cozying himself up beside you and nuzzling his nose into your arm like a dog would to get head rubs. *

*within half an hour into the movie you find yourself running your fingers through his silky hair as his head laid on your stomach, sleeping peacefully. He was beautiful, serene and too cute for his own good as he breathed in softly. He was as lovely as he could be, kind yet teasing but he always took care of you, even when you wouldn’t realise it, and you’re not exactly sure why, but it didn’t matter. *

It was hard to look back at the memories, it’s like knowing a stranger who knew all your secrets, a soulmate who wasn’t meant to be. How incredulous. How generic, the girl who doesn’t believe in true love, falling so hard and so quick, it’s honestly laughable. A joke. Maybe even a whole circus.

*“Okay, but under the condition that I get to braid your hair?” He bargains. *

*What was there to bargain? Well you wanted to put mascara on his lashes since they’re so curly and long, but of course he has to bargain, “wait really?” *

*You couldn’t careless that he’d braid your hair if you’re honest but rather you couldn’t believe he actually agreed at all, “mmm only because I love you so much” he said, holding your waist as you sat on his lap on your bed. *

“That’s literally unbelievable!” You gasped after generously applying the mascara to his lashes, “can I please take a picture?” You begged.

*“what- no absolutely no” he shook his head *

*“oh but please kook!” You whined, pouting a little to make sure your charm was working, *

*he squirmed a little before mumbling, “fine but you have to put it as your screen lock for three months and you have to pinky promise it!” *

Staring at your lock screen, you feel your heart break just a little more, you can feel it get squeezed and beg to be let go off, but despite its efforts the band tightens a little more when you remember where you are, and where you’re sitting.

*sitting beside you on the dirty old bench He looked absolutely adorable as he sipped softly on your pumpkin spice latte, face lighting up as his taste buds responded well, and you could swear his eyes had little stars splattered around his pupils. He was incredible, in every sense of the word. *

“It’s amazing wow” he says after awhile, the snow beneath your feet melting at the sight of his adorable pink cheeks.

*“it is isn’t it?” You hummed, smiling softly. *

“*No like it’s literally beautiful Y/N” *

*you giggled at that, taking the sip he offers you so kindly, his upper half covered in the mustard color puffered coat you bought him for his birthday. *

You hated reminiscing, because it’s not snowing right now, and he’s not sitting beside you melting you down with his soft gaze and what became his pumpkin spiced latte, instead it’s pouring rain, with thunder rumbling the skies and your soaked and absolutely freezing.

*Giggling you begged him to stop, but instead he continued tickling your sides demanding an apology and a kiss to his cheek, “I promise I won’t slap your butt again!” *

*His attacks stopped, “now the kiss” and as obedient as ever you did as he asked. *

You were sort of thankful for the rain as it disguised the stream of tears running down your face, hiding the entire pain your body was engulfed in as you watched the deserted streets.

“Yeji would absolutely kill you for being here right now”

Which was your bed, doing something he absolutely hated, cuddling. “Yeah well she can suck it because it’s her fault, she threw a goddamn party”.

“*I know, I was suppose to be there” *

“awww sucks for you I guess, besides I am the party”.

In dire need of warmth you finally got up from the bench, heading back towards your apartment like you should have done a long time ago. What you thought would of been a source of stress relief was instead the opposite. Barely feeling your hands you stuff them in the pockets of your coat, that did absolutely nothing to keep you warm.

And as you stare ahead, you see him. You see him strolling ahead under dressed for this weather just like you, he noticed you too, and for a second you thought everything that happened within that month, was just a fever dream, but you realise it’s just wishful thinking.

And just as promised,

You walked by each other, without looking each other’s way.

**A/N: I’m sorry if it’s rushed I’ve literally wrote this in under an hour while at the ER lol. I hope you enjoyed this! Leave a comment or request if you have any! **

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PAIRING: Jungkook X reader.

SUMMARY: forgive and forget… with a little dick on the side of course to make up for it.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, a lot of titty talk, a lot of hickeys, Jungkook has a big dick 🫣, so much kissing, Yeji is literally in the other room???, overstimulation cause purrrr, biting… I think that’s it? Lol

GENRE: best friends brother au.

Unedited because I bitch couldn’t be bothered… tbf tho I did edit a small bit but I hate editing so 🤭

WC: 5.3k

PREVIOUSLY… NEXT…

JUST LIKE many other people that surrounded you at the shop, you were tired, aching and internally screaming as you approached the lengthy queue, hoping to god another till opens up so you can get out of here as fast as possible and get home take a shower and sleep.

It’s been quite in the recent five months that you’ve last spoken to Jungkook, and like any good friends you and Yeji still hang out and talk. Which proved to be a little harder at first then you expected, but to your luck Jungkook has left for a match in America a couple days ago, so you and Yeji get to finally have a much needed sleepover at her place.

Rolling your neck around and trying your best to not fall asleep in the middle of the shop. As if to wake you up, a shopping cart bumps into you, and you whip around to look at the culprit, only to find two tiny hands holding onto the bar.

“Oh sorry!” The kid mumbles cutely, a floppy mess of hair on top of his head.

“Where’s your dad handsome?” You questioned, finally meeting the babies eyes, warm gentle and sweet.

“He said he’ll be back in two seconds” he smiled cutely, “and I’m five today!”

“Oh wow you’re five? Well happy birthday buddy” you smile just as you see his dad, a drop dead gorgeous man, approach.

“Thank you” he chuckles happily.

“I’m sorry, I hope he didn’t cause too much trouble” his dad, a tall beautiful Angel apologies.

Almost like you’re in a trance you softly say, “he’s a sweet kid, I don’t think you have to worry about him causing trouble”.

“Dad, can I ask her name?” The kid asks as his dad lifts him up in his arms.

“Well that depends if the lady will tell you her name.” He shrugs chuckling.

“I’m Y/N, what about you?”

“My name is roowon and this is my dad Seokjin!” He announces proudly.

“Nice to meet you guys!” You coo at him as he gives the sweetest smile to you.

Within small talk you exchanged numbers with Seokjin, promising to have dinner together as soon as both of your schedules clear up. And however much you may like about Seokjin, whose divorced from his wife for a year now, you can’t seem to stop thinking about someone who wasn’t even yours in the first place or the pain that comes with it.

Finding comfort in the warmth of your house did very little, and as much as you like the taste of your favourite wine, you know it won’t suffice the emptiness within you. Not even in a million years, but it does the job of keeping you calm.

However it doesn’t stop you from calling Jimin, and don’t get it wrong the sex is amazing, and Jimin is great. He’s apologised for what went down, and choosing pleasure over pain was too good to let go. You’re not one to hold grudges anyway, you’d rather forgive and forget.

But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what you needed, what you craved for. It wasn’t what you knew would settle the pain. And you felt awful about it, because Jimin was more than understanding as he laid beside you. Any woman would be lucky to have him, he’s a great person. The perfect guy even. The thing about you though, is you don’t fancy perfect. You like the waves that come with life, you adapted to that life. It’s all you know, since forever.

And life is just that, wavy, rocky and unsettled. But it’s comforting, it’s home. And Jimin… Jimin deserves better than that, he deserved someone as loving and perfect like him. He’s an Angel, an Angel you haven’t yet grown to appreciate. Which is ridiculous. Laughable. Stupid, even. Because any other sensible woman would ground him, marry him in a heart beat, and perhaps in another life you could see yourself with him. Having a family and a loving home, but at this moment? I’m this life? You don’t even know what the true meaning of a loving home is. You just don’t.

You’ve never had the comfort of your mothers embrace, or the comfort of your fathers protection. You’ve only ever had yourself. When you were little you’d cry yourself to sleep, you’d hug your own little body and comfort yourself the way your parents couldn’t. You didn’t have anyone to care for you, to worry about your late returns home on a night out. Your parents didn’t even have your number saved in their phone. They just didn’t care.

From a young age, you learned to fend for yourself. Cook, clean, and eventually make money to afford the things you needed, the things your own parents couldn’t provide.

The only thing you do remember, is the beatings, the way your skin would burn with every slap, whip and hit. The way you eventually stopped crying for them to stop, or the way your teenage self would wash away the blood or cover up the bruises. You knew all about that. You knew all too well how the rage in your fathers eyes was the only sense of comfort or attention you’ve ever gotten from him, the way your mother would grab onto your skin and dig her nails in, the way she’d scream and insult you and wish upon your death, that was the only touch of ‘love’ you’ve ever expected from her, the only attention you’ve ever received from them was just that, abuse. Neglect and pain.

Feeling loved, cared about and needed was more than welcome, but it was also more than strange. So maybe it wasn’t understandable, why you’d get slightly uncomfortable when someone would show you love, or kindness, and why you pushed away the people closest to you when they cared and worried about you because you never actually knew what it was before, so you weren’t used to it, so you pushed them away.

It’s bizarre how you want to love someone, to care and worry about them, yet don’t know how to feel about that being returned to you. You don’t know.

You carry the scars well though, they’re fairly easy to cover up and pretend like you’ve had the most general upbringing known to humanity. It’s, amazing.

Tiredness takes over you, and you finally fall asleep. Jimin watched the calmness on your face, covering you with the blanket more and exhaling. He knew about everything, he knew. He’s seen it too, maybe that’s why he knows you so well, he kisses your forehead before leaving your apartment and leaving a note.

The difficulty of waking up in the morning never gets easier, especially when you expected a warm body next to you, except to find it empty and cold. Confusion taking over your face as you roll out of bed, throwing on whatever first lands in your hands.

Your concern gets even worse when you notice the small letter on your kitchen counter, labelled Jimin.

You know better than to continue wasting time, I know you can never love me the way I’ve loved you for years, but within these years, I’ve learned that our souls are intertwined anyway, because I know exactly what you need, what you crave and what hurts you. I know it all in an instant. It’s almost like my body needs it too, and right the second I met him, I knew. I knew you were madly in love with him, I knew then, I had no chance. So within my frustration, I drank, far too much and let my mouth run. I am sorry. I know I apologised already, but I truly am sorry. You didn’t deserve it. I’ll move on eventually, I’ll learn to love someone else, like I’ve learned to keep your eyes staring into mine somewhere In the back of my mind, like I’ve learned to desensitise the scent of your hair away from my senses, or the need to feel your soft skin against my fingers. I’ve learned to love you from a distance, to care and appreciate you as much as I can because I knew that eventually, you’d fell in love with someone, that someone not being me was hard to accept at first, but it got easier. But stop the pettiness, fix the mess and go to him, you deserve love. You deserve to be happy, so be just that.

Happy,

Jimin.

That was absolutely not what you expected first thing in the morning, or the tears in your eyes. Or the guilt your body felt knowing you were unintentionally hurting Jimin. You wish it was easier. Easier to learn to love someone you don’t crave in that way. Easier to make yourself fall in love with someone who deserves you. You wish it was easy.

But nothing in life comes easy.

No, every step and breathe you take comes with effort. With every take want and need, you have to give. For the basic essentials and human life, you have to work. All day, all night, all life. Eternally. Everything has to be earned, because nothing. Absolutely nothing, comes free.

Work. Most of the time you hate it, but recently, it’s become your favourite place. You can take your mind off of everything going on in your life, invoke your mind with something else other than him. The person who so cruelly cut a hole in your heart and stole it, put it in his pocket and let it rot. How inhumane.

The bustle of the busy streets of Seoul always comforted you in some type of way. The many lights and many different people, styles and aesthetics made you feel alive, safe and not alone in this big city. It was easy to lose yourself once you were in it, but living here for half your life proved to help you out in some way.

“Mr. Kim wants you in his office.. pronto” Hoseok hands you your coffee, clicking number 9 on the elevator and you roll your eyes.

“I swear to almighty Jesus if he just wants to stare at me for five minutes and then ask me to order him lunch I will literally murder him with my hands” you grumble, obviously not amused.

“I don’t think that’s it…” he mumbles.

Sighing you walk out in a rush once the elevator dings, nodding a thank you to Hobi for getting you the much needed coffee. Preparing yourself for anything and everything outside of Kim’s office you finally enter the door, where he stands in almighty glory, looking good as ever.

“Y/N, please take a seat” he says, and you do, sitting in front of his desk and reading the name tag ‘CEO Kim Taehyung’ in pure awkwardness as he stares at you and then a letter.

“You need a break,” he takes a sip of his coffee as if the words he just said hurt him deeply, “take it and go before I throw a fit”

Shocked and taken a back you begin to protest, “hold on, Taehyung, no”.

“It’s Mr.Kim at work dumbass, now go before I literally slap you”

“But-“

“No but’s, unless we are talking about the other type of butts” he smirks chuckling.

“Tae are you pulling a prank on me?”

“Y/NNNAAAH, be professional and call me Mr.Kim” he whines dramatically.

“Shut up before I kick you in the balls,” you grumble, “why?”

“Because you’ve worked hard and as your only other male best friend aside from Hoseok, I am adamant on you getting a break before the bags under your eyes sue me”

“Oh don’t be dramatic,” you stand from your chair scoffing, “I’m fine, now let me get back to work”

“No can do workacholic,” he sets his mug on the table, “it’s home or the security guard will kick you out… or I’ll fire you.”

Shocked and gasping quite dramatically you say, “you would never.”

“Wanna find out?” He continues threatening.

“Kim Taehyung wait till I tell your father how manipulative you are” you practically growl at him as he pushes you other the door, and before he can take his hand away from your shoulder you bite him as hard as you can.

Flinching and gasping he looks flabbergasted as you straighten your back and sway your hips on the way out, “you are insane Y/N, INSANE” he yells after you.

At the elevator, once again, you ponder what to do now. Work was like your best distraction every since everything went down, Tae did a good job helping you mould yourself together and not to mention how considerate and sweet he was during that time. Taehyung’s wife was just a replica of him, except even better because she was a woman, and understood certain matters better than him.

Regardless, you sighed, opening your messages app and clicking onto Seokjin’s contact, messaging him a short “hey, off work for a couple days, want to have dinner soon?” And locked your phone again when the elevator reached third floor.

“Jung Hoseok, you dirty little cheating work husband, I will grab your balls and tie them in a knot the next time you choose to lie to me” you squint your eyes at him as you sit at the edge of his desk, watching as he gulps a little.

“I can explain,” he offers.

“No need, tell Yoongs to leave me a free space in a couple days hmm?”

“Can’t you ring him yourself-“

“He’s your roommate Jung, please he’ll listen to you more because you’re like number one best friends brothers thingy” you sigh rolling your neck around to release the gas that’s stuck.

“You’re so sly sometimes babe” he kissed his teeth as he leaned back into his chair.

“Mmm wonder where I got that from huh?”

Rolling his eyes with a small chuckle, he runs a hand through his dark hair, “you’re lucky I love you”

“On the contrary, you’re lucky I love you” you smiled.

“Besides, why do you need yoongi?”

Silence, dead silence fell into the atmosphere and Hobi figured you out in less than three seconds, “really?”

You nodded, biting your lip “a tattoo? I mean are you sure? Like that’s permanent?”

“Hoseok I know what a tattoo is” you dead pan, “I’ve been thinking of getting one for awhile anyway…”

His eyes turn worried for a minute, as he very gently speaks, “and you’re not just acting out because of you know….. Jungkook?”

Blinking you scoff, “you’re threading on thin ice Jung,” you get off his desk, leaning over him as you stare him dead in the eyes, face too close for comfort, “no man could make me do anything.”

Once you’re a safe distance from him, he lets out a breath shuddering a little, “do you forget I am a man sometimes?”

“No,” you smile sweetly, “I love watching you squirm because of me babe”

“I’m gonna divorce you”

“Awe too bad love, work couples can’t divorce.”

“Aren’t you suppose to be going home? Should I get Taehyung?”

Mouth falling open your eyes turn into slits and Hoseok prepares himself for the mouth full he’s about to get, “I will bite you and him. I won’t hesitate Jung Hoseok, besides keep messing with me and I’ll quit, no more seeing me no more free coffee and homemade lunch bitch” you walk away with a scoff.

Hoseok rushes towards you, desperately trying to catch up, “please not the homemade lunch,”

“Pfft, good luck sucker, he’s given me a week off” you stick your tongue out like a child once the elevator dings and the doors close.

“I’ve got both because I didn’t know what to choose” you mutter cutely as you set the wine and grocery bag on the counter.

Yeji stands beside you, eyes big and bright and expression that of a mellow kitten, like a child whose sipped on the most heavenly hot chocolate, “I missed you.”

Your heart skips a beat, internally beating yourself up for neglecting her during this whole thing. You awe as you hug her tightly, the smell of her strawberry shampoo never changing, “I’ve missed you too Ji.”

“I’m sorry, he can be an asshole sometimes but he shouldn’t be able to get between us” she mutters into your hair.

Your chest tightens as you hear her sniffle, she didn’t deserve this. You shouldn’t of done this to her, made her suffer with you. You’ve been a bad friend and you can recognise that, and you feel like utter shit about it because Yeji is priceless, she’s a diamond in disguise.

“I am so so sorry Yeji, I shouldn’t have let him get between us.”

The rest of the night was spent eating junk food and consuming an unhealthy amount of wine. As SpongeBob plays in the background and you apply the tiger sheet face mask on Yejis face you begin to tell her about Seokjin and Roowon.

“Was he good looking?”

“Oh ‘Ji,” you sigh heavily, “if you’ve only seen him, he’s like an Angel. God he’s gorgeous”

“Yah thats not fair! I wanna see him now”

“I’ll try sneak a picture of him when I’ll see him for dinner?”

Just as you say that, the sound of the hallway door dinging interrupts you, and both you and Yeji exchange looks of concern.

“Ji? I’m home, I hope you have no guy over because I’ll kick him out” the sound of his voice shakes everything inside of you. Everything becomes unstable like a poorly structured building during an earthquake.

Yeji looks at you sorrowfully, “yeah im here”

“The match got rescheduled so I thought I’d surprise you,” his voice faded it out as you didn’t dare to look his way, instead choosing to look at the wooden floor as your knees raised more inward towards to your chest, as if to protect your heart.

The silence was deafening, excruciating as all three of you didn’t know what to say, and you closed your eyes briefly as you cleared your throat, “I, Um, I can go?”

“No” Yeji immediately calls out, her voice, although not loud, seemed to echo off the walls as if even the furniture in the apartment froze in place, speechless.

“I’ll stay out the way don’t worry Ji” he mutters, pecking her head quickly before disappearing into the bathroom.

Yeji looked at you full of guilt, beginning to apologise but you stopped her, “it’s not your fault, plus we’re adults Ji, we can stay in the same room without hurting each other I promise. You’ve nothing to worry about, I’m okay.”

“I didn’t know he was going to be back” she continues, full of guilt.

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s okay. He’s your brother, besides, it’s not like I hate him. I still love him Ji, he was my best friend, that’ll never go away”.

For the rest of Jungkooks evening, all he had heard was your laughter. It rang through his body like an electric shock and he regretted everything. He hated himself for letting this drag on for this long, he hated that he couldn’t be there with you, laughing and sharing jokes like usually.

He drowned himself in everything possible to avoid hearing the conversation about a guy you met and how amazing he was, he worked, listened to music, texted his friends. But nothing worked.

And as the night died down and the house was consumed with silence. He laid on his bed, reminiscing the moments were he was your best friend. He remembered the time you went strawberry picking, you were dressed in the cutest outfit imaginable, a faded pink and white checkered dress, with pink wellies. Hair tied back in a bun with a strawberry claw clip.

He remembered how you shared the entire summer together, how he thought you to swim and how excited you were to be able to go to the depths of the ocean with him. How in love he was with you in the moment, the way your big surprised eyes stared into his as he dived underneath the water and came back up behind you, the way you’d call him Kookie in the times you needed him the most.

He remembers how you hate thunderstorms. How he spent the entire night with you on your couch, letting you cuddle into him and falling asleep in his lap.

It exactly that he regrets.

He regrets that he ruined the way you felt comfortable and safe around him and now he fears you’ll never be like that again.

For what seems like hours, Jungkook tosses and turns in his bed. Huffing in slight annoyance that his brain won’t shut off. Leaving his room in a haste he enters the kitchen, stilling for a moment as he sees you sat on the kitchen island, legs kicking back and forth as if you’re in deep thought.

He felt creepy standing there watching you eat your favourite cherry chocolates, the ones that had liquor inside. He remembers how much you love them.

He couldn’t go back to his room now, that’d be too awkward, especially since you’ve locked eyes with him for a mere second through the glass of the cupboards. He cleared his throat gently, going to the fridge to get his favourite whiskey, he could feel your presence behind him and he knew you were looking but you were stubborn.

You would not be the first one to say a word, he knows that, which is why he reaches for a second glass and fills both of them, turning to you with sad eyes, his hand extends toward you, holding the glass of whiskey outward, not thinking much you take it from him, throwing the liquid to the back of your throat and sighing. He does the same.

“I’m,” he clears his tight voice, “I’m sorry”.

You say nothing, biting your lip as he continues on, “I was out of line for the things I said. I’m aware, but I couldn’t help but feel protective. I’m sorry.”

“I was only angry because I have begged you to not get disqualified because of me, but you did that despite all of my begging” you whispered, barely audible and staring ahead as he looked at the side of your face.

“I’m sorry,” he swallows the lump in his throat, “I really am”.

“I know” is all you say. Not really giving him much aside from pushing the box of chocolate towards him.

“I miss you,” he mutters, “I miss having you in my life”.

Finally, as if your heart couldn’t take it, you look right into his eyes and he swears his knees buckle a little, despite your eyes looking a little sad, you smile gently at him, “I miss you too”.

“I never meant to say all those things, god Y/N, if I could go back in time” he closes his eyes. You pull on his shirt, pulling him between your legs as you hug him.

“Well you can’t,” you muffle in his chest as his arms tighten around you, “but, you can make it up to me?”.

You feel him nod as he not so sneakily sniffs your scent, “you can take Yeji out tomorrow, spend some quality time with her. She’s worried about you Kook, she needs her brother, she needs just a little bit of your time”.

He hugs you tighter, kissing your head, “I promise I will”.

You pull away, smiling gently at him as you peck his cheek, “good”.

You don’t know wether it was the buzz from the whiskey and alcohol infused chocolates, but whatever it was, it made your eyes drop to his lips. God he looked so good, hair messy and his sleeve on display. Fuck was he beautiful.

Almost like he could smell your slightly horny phase, he leans in deeper, eyes darkened a deep shade and his hand innocently laid on your waist, “you ok?” He asks.

Asshole, “yeah” your voice came out a little breathy within your whisper, and your entire aura soaked Jungkook in shudders. The way you were sat, legs spread to accommodate him between them, white shirt doing absolutely nothing to cover your perky pierced nipples.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could you.

Looking into his eyes, your lips separated, inviting him in as your noses ever so gently brushed against each other, his hooded gaze solemnly fixated on your lips, and yours on his eyes, “what are you doing to me y/n” his voice husky, whispering in your ear.

“Kiss me Jungkook” your breathing got heavier and so has his, and he shook his head gently, scoffing in denial as your lips brushed past each other.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he licked your earlobe, what a fucking tease, “yes Jungkook”.

Not wasting anymore time he attached his lips on yours, moving them in rhythm as he basically abused the flesh, barely giving you any time to catch your breath as he switched his head from side to side, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you in closer, you could feel yourself growing wet, soaking your panties as you grabbed onto his shirt, nails digging into his skin as your hands travelled to his back, within pulling each other closer neither of you realised how close you have gotten, too immersed in the smacking of your lips as your core rubbed against his, hard and poking through his tracksuits.

You moaned right into his mouth and he swallowed it up, fuck he’d do anything for you. He’s dreamt of feeling your lips on his for years. His mouth travelled from your swollen lips to your neck, “fuck take my shirt of Kook”.

He could nut right there as you gave him all these orders, but he listened, slipping your shirt off to find your perky tits so ready for his mouth, he laid you back against the cool counter his mouth never giving up his abuse on your skin, marking nipping anywhere possible but the neck, he couldn’t be bothered to explain to his sister. He sucked bruises onto your boobs, hearing your quiet moans as he took one nipple into his mouth, twirling the pink nub with his tongue, before moving onto the other, but not before biting each nipple gently, the cold that was left on your nipples after his warm mouth worked you up even more as he trailed his kisses down your stomach, to your hips, once again sucking biting and bruising, fuck he loved your skin.

“Take your shirt of” you mumble quietly, taking your tits in your hands and rubbing the nipples in small circles, fuck he did not expect to ever see you like this. Sprawled out on his kitchen island, hands on your boobs and your panties sporting a wet patch on your clothed pussy telling him just how turned on your are right now. Shit.

His mouth latched onto your thighs before moving onto your clothes pussy, smothering his face in the warmth of it as you gasped quite loudly, smacking your hand on your mouth to keep quiet. Fuck. His tongue ran a strip from the bottom to the top, the fact that the only material keeping his tongue from touching you directly was your underwear was driving you insane.

“Kook fuck me already”

“I don’t have a condom” he said against you.

“Fuck im clean and on the pill”

“I’m clean too”

Without any more words, he helped you up, taking your panties to the side and taking his grey sweats down his legs. Fuck. His dick was hot, long and thick, tip red and oozing precum.

Fucking hell.

He ran his tip up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal before he eased gently inside you. Letting you adjust to him. You could feel him everywhere, his throbbing tip kissing your cervix as he bottomed out. And fuck were you so full, so deliciously full of him. With the way you relaxed he knew you were ready, slowly and carefully moving in and out, his hand found purchase on your shoulder, pushing you down gently as he watched the way your tits bounced slowly.

The way you moaned so quietly and the way your chest heaved, fuck you were absolutely ravishing to watch. Your skin was marked by his lips everywhere, stomach littered in bruises, hips and tits too, everywhere but your neck and it looked so inviting right now, begging for him to give it the same attention, and before he could think straight, he went for it, nipping at the skin of your neck as his body leaned fully into yours, before you could even take a breath he picked up the pace, smacking his hips lewdly into yours, his balls slapping of your ass as the noise bounced around the room. The sound your lips made as your lips connected once again adding to the mix.

It was hot, it was wet and it was loud. But it felt amazing, it felt too good to stop. The way he ramming into, hitting all the right spots as you mewled underneath him, the knot in your stomach tightening at the feel of his tip abusing your cervix, but before you could release he sat you up, edging your ass to almost be off the counter before he gripped onto it and hammered himself into you, the only rational part of you hid your face in his neck, moaning as he fucked right into you, he tugged onto your hair as he leaned his forehead into yours, both of you watching the way his dick disappeared into your swollen cunt, and then it hit you, like a ton of bricks, you clenched around him, your legs twitching slightly as you came around him, your orgasm hurting in all the right ways like if you were electrocuted, you could feel it from your toes to your head.

He was close behind, his hips stilling as his dick throbbed, twitching the slightest bit before he coated your walls white. Leaning against your palms on the counter you tried catching your breath again, and before you could say anything, he was on his knees, his mouth latching onto your clit as you yelped, sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Kook I can’t”

“Yes you can baby,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by your pussy, “for me”

Groaning you gasped as he sucked onto your clit, twirling your sensitive nub with his tongue as he eased his finger into you, hooking it up and fucking you slowly.

The mix of mouth and finger was intoxicating the way he was making out with your pussy was sinful but you couldn’t get enough, especially not when your legs shook, your eyes teared up and his hands soothed your legs, he switched his finger and tongue, fucking you slowly with his warm tongue and drawing figure eights onto your clit and fuck you couldn’t take it.

Slapping down your hand on the counter you moaned his name as you came for the second time this night, legs shaking and chest heaving as he stood up, kissing your lower belly before he grinned above you.

“What do you say for round three in the bathroom?”

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A/N: part three? I mean they haven’t resolved much except for some steamy sex? 🤭

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𓅪 THE BIRDS 𓅪 J.J.K

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook doesn’t know what this is, but it all leads him to only one thing, her.

WARNINGS: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, no seriously don’t be dumb) y/n is a submissive little bitch (but we love it), Jungkook loves her pussy, oral f & m receiving, tears???, overly jealous kook!!

GENRE: best friends brother Au

Wrote this on a whim while I was on the bus 🫶🏼 this can be read as a stand alone!!

WC: 2.0K

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TOXIC, that is all this has become. You tell him you need to stop, and then end up tangled in your sheets with him. He tells you this is getting out of hand, and then he’s buried so deep inside you, you can feel him in your throat. This has become everything but reasonable.

He brought you here, with the intention of loosening up, of having fun like you did before, but in all fairness, going back to the way it was with him would be harder than anything in your life. Not when you know how he tastes, not when he’s ruined you for any other man.

You went to fetch some drinks as he stayed at the booth with his friends. You watched him with intent as you sipped on your martini, watching the way his skin glows, the way he radiates dominance. He’s insane. Insanely hot, and insanely jealous, you know that, fuck you know that more than anything, yet here you are. Sat in your pretty little black dress, the glitter contrasting your eyes. You smiled to whatever the stranger said, batting your eyelashes and knew you knew he was watching.

Fuck he knew.

The way you seemed so soft and flirty, so gentle when he knows just how hard you like it, just as rough as he does. He knows the little game you’re playing, and he’s got to give it you, you’re brave. Brave enough to so much as touch the guys arm, and Jungkook had to excuse himself from his friends, strutting his way to you. You could feel the sheer power of him as he reached you, arm snaking around your waist.

“You flirt with everyone’s girl or just mine?” He asked the guy, sipping your martini from your straw.

You are not his, at least not couple wise.

“Sorry man, didn’t know she had a guy” the man apologises, putting his hands up in defence.

“Well now you do, so why are you still here?” Jungkook continued, the glare he give to the poor guy run a shiver down your own spine.

“No need to get pissy dude, just waiting for my drinks.

“Kook stop” you whispered to him, grabbing onto his black shirt, the glitter sticking to your hands.

He licked his lips before downing your drink and grabbing your arm gently, despite the jealousy within his bones. You followed him as fast as your feet allowed you, which wasn’t all too fast considering you’re wearing heels and stumbling.

He reached the male bathroom, looking behind his shoulder once before he dragged you inside, locking the door behind him. You smirked, as he stalked towards you the glint in his eyes the shade of charcoal, black dark and deep, like an animal watching its prey.

You were so ruined tonight.

“You must love getting me riled up baby,” he finally reached you, pressing you just a little more to the wall as he closed the distance between your bodies, “you look so beautiful tonight”.

You said nothing, anticipating every move his rough hands made as they traced your arm raising goosebumps as they followed, “so beautiful,” he repeats, his hand on your jaw, thumb playing with your lip, “you’re make up is even perfect huh”.

His thumb pulling on your lip gently, your hands stuck behind you pressed to the wall by your ass, “too bad I’m gonna ruin it” he smirked.

Without giving you time to catch your breath, he attached his lips to yours.

A kiss full of jealousy and so many unsaid words, a mouthful of sin and bliss as he practically sucked your soul out with only a kiss. It was wet, loud and so hot. His hands tangled in your hair as he held your face, your lips smothered with his own, hot bruised and swollen as he pulled away for a split second to admire his work. Barely catching your breath he leaned in again, this time gently biting down on your swollen lower lip.

Eyes never leaving your lips he mumbles, “be a good girl and bend over the counter yeah?”.

You nodded, heading to the counter with a gasp in your breaths, your reflection in the mirror represented a horny mess with swollen red lips, but god you looked so hot. He’s right, you did look beautiful.

“Pull your skirt up for me pretty, let me see your ass,” he says, his own lips red and swollen as he stood behind you, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

You followed his direction, pulling the already short dress up, revealing your black lacey thong, “fuck baby, always so ready for me hm?” He whispers huskily, palming your pussy as you whimper at the minimal contact.

He pulled the thong to the side, kneeling behind you he admired the way your cunt practically dripped with arousal, glistening under the low light of the bathroom. He kissed it gently, groaning lowly as he sucked onto the left lip. Biting down on your lip to suppress the moan that’s about to escape you, you push a little towards his face, but he couldn’t care what you wanted. He couldn’t care that he should be quick, instead he attached his mouth to the other lip, before running laps up your pussy, smearing his face with your essence but fuck, he couldn’t care. Matter of fact he wants everyone to literally smell it off him, he wants his own scent to smell of you. So that people know you belong to him, and maybe it was nasty, but god he couldn’t care.

Small kitten licks was all he gave you as you whimpered, your clit pulsing and he knew because he could feel it in the tip of his tongue. The pulse bouncing on his flesh, like it had its own heartbeat. Shit he loved your pussy, he loved everything about it. He could never get enough of it, and he might have ruined you for other men, but you’ve ruined him for any other woman.

“Please Jungkook” you begged, at this stage so close to releasing yet so far.

He ignored you, blissfully in his own world as he hooked his arms around your legs, continuing his torturous licks, swirling, sucking and flicking his tongue with the slightest of touches possible, basically ghosting your clit yet it was enough to have you cum, heaving as you let it out but he didn’t stop, no he went back in licking up your cum as if to get the last drop, and as sensitive as you were you didn’t care to stop him. You let him abuse your cunt as he intensified his touch, sucking with more force, flicking more vigorously and you held onto the counter as you moaned, unable to hold it in anymore, his tongue practically wrestling with your clit and you were done for when he sucked on it, the tip of his tongue simultaneously flicking it, and you orgasm again, this time moaning his name.

He admired your swollen cunt again, chuckling to himself before raising to his feet again, and just when you thought he was done, he unbuckles his belt, all while maintaining eye contact with you. Smirking lazily while pulling out his dick.

“On your knees pretty” he whispered in your ear.

And like the good girl you are, you did as he asked. Falling to your knees as you looked grabbed his cock, spitting on the already leaking tip, and spreading it around with your palm. Up and down slowly, from the top to base. Your lips attached to his tip, your tongue licking up the leaking precum, tasting the bitter saltiness, before you took more of him in. Bobbing your head up and down slowly while your hand stayed at the base of his dick, you never gave up eye contact, watching each other mesmerised within one another as you continued to take him into your throat further, eventually letting go of the base, bottoming out as your throat spasmed almost gagging around him as he sucked a sharp breath in, watching you slowly come up for a breath, before you took the tip back into your mouth, your tongue touching that one spot right under the head, he loved it moaning lowly as he threw his head back tangling his fingers in your hair, he looked down at you before slowly thrusting in to your mouth, dragging his dick in and out of your mouth as held onto his thighs, and he knew you were ready.

Picking up the pace he thrusted faster, and faster, reaching the back of your throat as your pussy clenched around nothing, your throat closing up for a split second before easing up, accommodating to his size but not for long as his tip abused the back of it, tears pooled around your eyes and a small gag was what did it for him.

“Fuck get up,” he said hurriedly, breathing heavily, “let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours”

And back into your old position, he eases into gently at first, before thrusting mercilessly, his dick kissing your cervix, you mewled moaned and gasped underneath him, tears streaming down your cheeks as he fucked you like a slut. It was hot and loud, you loved it.

He showed no mercy, thrusting relentlessly as you gasped a strangled and high pitched “fuck”, your hands balled into fists on the counter, your ass pushing back into him as the band in your lower belly threatening to break, his own hands coming to tangle with yours, and with one final stroke you burst, cumming down his dick with a loud shout of his name, “yes baby, let them hear you”.

He wasn’t far behind you, shooting his cum deep in your cervix.

Pulling out of you, he spun you around but not before adjusting your panties and pulling your dress down, kissing your lips gently he leaned his forehead into your own, “keep my cum inside you yeah?”

“Yes”

With another smothering kiss he adjusts your hair, ripping some towels out for you and patting down your cheeks, “you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you no?”.

“If you had hurt me at any stage I would have let you know,” you smirk, balling your fists around his hurt and pulling him in for another kiss, almost like both of you couldn’t get enough of each other despite breeding like bunnies every day, “I liked it”.

“I don’t fuck you for one day and you pull a stunt like that to rile me up hmm? Could have just asked me pretty bird” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Don’t ever call me a bird again, you sound like a grandpa”, you snorted, rolling your eyes and exiting the bathroom as he followed you closely.

“Okay birdie, what do you say to going home?” He smirks at you, watching as you return that same devilish smile.

“It’s always going to be a yes, birdy” you mock him, laughing as you follow him outside.

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A/N: Srsly wrote this while on the bus smh lol I hope y’all enjoyed this little smut filler chapter or whatever lol.

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I love your writing sooo much 💕 I keep rereading birds it’s so good❤️❤️

Ah thank you thank you 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 appreciate it so much!! It means the world to me, I spend a lot of time deciding whether something is good enough to post, or not so feedback always helps me so much!

❦ strawberries & cigarettes ❦ J.J.K

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook treats you to a sweet & short resort.

WARNINGS: just a bunch of cuteness, very soft sex, unprotected sex (just don’t), kissing .

WC: 1.1k

Just felt very cuddly ok?

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WITH THE blindfold over your eyes you relied heavily upon Jungkook, his hands over your eyes as he lead you to wherever his heart of course desired. The room, is what you’re guessing it as if the click of the door is anything to go by, smells of cinnamon and apple pies, and you can just feel Jungkook smile behind you, he dragged you out of bed at 7am, blindfolding you because he didn’t want you to have any clue as to where he was bringing you, and surely, he could murder you, but youd still follow because he’s Jungkook, and you are madly in love with him.

“Okay are you ready?” He asked, voice giddy and sweet.

“Yes babe” you chuckled at his excitement.

Untying your eyes, you blink, adjusting to the sunlight soaring into the warm room. You gasp. Your eyes met with the floor to ceiling view of the bluest and clearest ocean you had ever seen. The people walking around and bustling streets attracting your rather large eyes. You looked behind you, Jungkook in all his glory, with a white button up and black slacks, his hands in his pockets as he smiles at you, nose scrunching up as you jump into a big hug.

“You’re too cute you know” you mutter voice cracking.

“Look at the bed baby”

Following his wishes, your sight lands on the golden bouquet of flowers, placed very carefully in the same shade circular box, a gold ribbon tied around it with a picture of you two on your wedding day exactly three years ago. Your ears tear up slightly as you walk towards the bed, grabbing the picture in your hand as you looked at him, he walks towards you, arms wrapping around your waist as he kisses you sweetly.

The sunlight pooling into the warm toned room. You felt content, heart absolutely soaring at his sweet thought of you. Disconnecting from his lips, you rest your forehead against his as the small speaker plays love is not easy by chase Atlantic, your favourite band. He was so beautiful in this moment, chocolate brown eyes melting into your own.

“Care for a drink with me?” He asks softly, pecking the corner of your mouth, but your mouth caught his in time, latching your lips back into his.

“I think it can wait baby” you clasped your hands around his button up.

“Oh yeah?” He teases.

You hummed back, nibble fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled swaying you gently to the rhythm of the song in the background. God he was so perfect. You have never and don’t you will ever, love someone as much as you love him. Slipping the shirt of his shoulders, you sweetly peck his neck, hugging his slim waist tighter as you continue glueing your self to his body.

He reaches behind you, pulling the zipper of your floral dress down, sleeping it past your shoulder as your breasts smush against his chest, your ass covered by the lamest excuse of a thong, red and lacy barely doing anything to cover you. God he loves you so much it’s insane.

Your hands are quick to follow down his body and land onto his belt, untying it as well as unbuttoning his pants and letting him step out of them.

“I love you baby,” he pecks your head, “I love you so so much”

You hum, nails softly dragging along his back, “I was thinking,” you kiss his jaw “we expand our family?”.

He chuckles, wrapping his lips around your own, reaching for the bouquet and gently setting it down beside the golden tray holding two glasses of pink rose, “I was hoping you’d say that”.

Slipping under the cozy and crispy blankets of the bed, he hovers above you, pecking every inch of your face and gazing at you like you still hold all of the stars in the universe, even though it’s been almost ten years since you’re together, dating for six, married for three. His pecks following a trail down to your breasts, lightly sucking them into his mouth as he leaves a pretty purple bruise on them.

“I want you kook, now”. You whisper softly, hand around his neck as he licks his lips.

He was gentle easing in, letting you adjust for a minute before you clenched around him, both of you gasping in each others mouths as he bottomed out. His hand trailing yours down to your lower stomach, letting you feel the bulge in your stomach as he thrusted in and out. Fucking hell.

“I was made for you as you were for me baby” he says, voice breathy.

You giggle, mouths hovering around each other, “you’re so cheesy, I love it”.

He chuckles with you, you hugged his body to yours, practically melting into one as he continued his soft and gentle thrusts, embracing each other, moaning breathily in each others ears as one or the other would murmur sweet nothings to each other.

Within a few more thrusts you unravel around him, as does he for the first time, inside you. And it drives you insane. He plops beside you for a second, “hold it in baby, it betters our chance of pregnancy, especially if your raise your legs in the air.”

Before you know it he’s above you again, wrapping your legs around his shoulders as you yelp, you laugh, hair a mess on the pillows as he laughs with you, the only thing floating around in his head is how beautiful you are the only feeling in his chest is still that exact overwhelming love that has been there since the first day he met you.

“Should be shower hm?” He asks after a minute.

“Mhm, we smell of sex babe”

“I love that smell on us” he says dramatically, earning a snort from you.

He carries you to the shower, kissing and hugging you as you try your best to wash yourself. Following you around like a lost puppy before you end up on the bed again, handing him the glass of rose.

“To us baby,” he says clinking your glasses together, wrapped in the satin robes as you sat criss cross across from him.

“To us” you say, before jumping into ranting about all the gossip in the company you run, the one both of you built from nothing to something huge.

“Oh Mrs shin?” His eyes widen.

You nod dramatically, smirking as you realise how content you are in this moment.

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A/N: call me sappy idc I want this irl and I want it now 🥲

❦ Deja Vu ❦ Jeon Jungkook

PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

SUMMARY: your childhood best friend is all grown up.

WARNINGS: stalker!Koo, unprotected sex (pls don’t), he nuts inside her, kinda toxic relationship between oc and Daniel (her ex), hickies, back scratches, skin marking, oral sex (f. Receiving) idk? I think that’s it?

WC: 3.2K

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Sipping on your drink in a musty club was not what you imagined to happen right after your last college exam ever. But Hyuna is a very convincing individual, and that is how you ended up in said club, tipsy and laughing with your best friend, wearing your skimpiest little black dress.

It was too hot in the club, your makeup felt like it was melting away even though it remind looking perfect and fresh, Hyuna was drunk, and you were tipsy, you needed to pee so badly but, it was all perfect. It was exactly how every weekend used to go back in your first year of college.

There was many men and women that were hot, but for some reason, through all these college years, no one ever piked your interested. No one but Daniel, back in second year of college, it’s a sticky situation. You wouldn’t call it love, but, it’s been so long and the fact you defied your parents for him, it’d be shameful to breakup with him now.

“And so, we broke up” Hyuna finishes, shaking her hand in a funny way. Hyuna was too cute for her own good.

“I know babe, I was there.”

“Alreast we ended on good terms” she pouts slightly while you nod in agreement.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom, releasing the heaviness in the pit of your stomach. God you hated holding your pee in. Washing your hands and drying them, you rip a bit of tissue, tapping away the slight sweat by your hairline, and adjusting your bangs. You give yourself a once over, before returning to Hyuna.

“Yeah she’s about medium height, listens more than talks when tipsy, eh has huge eyes..” as you near Hyuna you over hear some tall guy in a black button up explain someone to her.

“Mmm that must be my bestie Y/N, she went to empty her weak bladder love” she says sipping on her drink.

“I heard my name-“ you gasp, heart immediately quickening at the familiar doe eyes staring back at you.

“Jungkook?” You ask in disbelief.

He smirks, “long time no see huh?”

You almost do a double take as Hyuna excuses herself, winking at you swiftly.

What has happened to him? Why is he so tall, and hot? So fucking handsome out of nowhere. You remember him as a shy 18 year old, heading off for college with big doe eyes and short spikey hair. This, this is not the same Jungkook that’s left you behind. Sure he’s older by two years, but goddamn. Time did him good.

“Yeah I mean 7 years is a lot of time but wow,” you scoff in amusement, “time did you good Jungkook.”

“I can tell you the same thing,” he eyes you up and down, “you became a woman. Wow. A smart one at that, masters degree in law? I’m proud of you.”

Sitting down at the stools by the bar you smile softly, “thank you.”

“So catch me up, I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are you? Are dating? How are you parents”.

Chuckling you make a mental note of the fact he no longer is the shy boy you know, he’s straight forward and to the point, no beating around the bush anymore, “I’m doing good, and yes I’m seeing someone. And my parents, they’re not talking to me.”

His brows pull into a frown, eyes glancing at you as yours land on his large hand wrapped around the shot glass, “seeing someone? Dating or trying it out?”.

“Dating, for awhile now actually.”

He nods, swallowing the drink in one swing, “and your parents? Why aren’t they talking to you hm? Do i need to talk to them?”.

“You’re still in contact with them? And no you don’t need to. They don’t approve of Daniel. They think he isn’t good for me, we had an argument, and they never called me again. To cut it short for you.”

He hums.

You take a minute take a really good long look at him. He’s dressed in all black, hair dark and eyes still doe but yet so alluring and seductive. Lips still the same just a lot more blushed and juicy, mature in a sense. Jaw sharp and skin glistening. His right hand sharing hints of tattoos and you smirk at that.

“What are you doing here by the way? If you don’t mind me asking.” You ask, sipping on the drink the bartender just slipped to you.

“I moved back, got my own apartment. Thought it made more sense to move here since the main company is situated here.” He says, eyes so attentive to you, you could swear you were spiking a fever just by the way you’re blushing.

“Mhm what company do you work for?” You ask, trying to mindlessly keep the conversation going.

“R.A.M & Co” he answers smoothly.

“Ooh I heard about them, apparently very successful.”

“You could say that” he smirks once again.

Your phone buzzes and you apologise. Answering swiftly, Daniels voice rings on the other end, asking you to come home and sighing you agree.

“I’m going to head out now Kook, take care of yourself hm?” You nod goodbye to him.

“Get home safely” he smiled back at you.

Walking home wasn’t necessarily alarming, or scary for you. You’ve know this big town for awhile, walked the streets thousands of times. Throwing your head back and exhaling, you think about Jungkook and how much he’s grown to be a man. The cold night drawing as cloud of fog to escape your lips.

Jungkook became a man whose begging to be worshipped. You’ve never been a disloyal person, but it’s not like your current relationship actually has any love there. You know Daniel sees other women on a regular, you just choose to ignore it. You’ve made a mess between yourself and your family, it would be embarrassing to break up now.

Scanning the streets, your eyes mimics the street lights and the many neon signs embracing the vast city. But somewhere in the back of your mind, actually no, right in the middle of your mind, you see yourself with Jungkook. Hands wrapped in his black hair, lips on his and bodies heating up with the activities you partake in, and for the first time in awhile you feel the buzz of some form of a good feeling. Perhaps, lust?

Huffing to yourself, you pull your dress down your ass. How could you imagine such vulgar things with a man who used to be your best friend? But good god, how could you not? The man is literally sex on legs, fuck he drove you crazy and it took him just a mere half an hour to talk with you. You wonder just how many girls begged to have him just for one night.

Lazily pulling out the keys to your apartment, you sigh, knowing Daniel is inside of it, about to scold you for going out and living your life once again. You should have never gave him a key to your place. That was your first big mistake.

Stepping into the house, you slip your shoes of, hanging your bag on the coating rack and strolling into the living room. Where of course, he’s sat on the couch, head in his hands that were supported on his knees. By all means, Daniel wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was hot, abs for days deep black eyes with a buzz cut.

“We need to talk” he mutters.

“Daniel if you’re going to scold me for going out again save I-“

“I’m breaking up with you.” He says, getting up of the couch and staring across the room at you.

Your hands stop pulling the grapes of the branches, your stomach pausing in the middle of your inhale. What? The edge of the kitchen island dug into your belly uncomfortably. All of a sudden?.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me Y/N, i can’t keep being with someone who has no respect or love for me.” He continues.

You Scoff, smirking in anger as your jaw slacks, your hand slaps against the marble and your rock back and forth on your heels, “oh save the crap. I’ve stayed with your two years Daniel, despite the fact you’ve been fucking all the girls behind my back, and I’m the one that doesn’t have respect for you? Oh go fuck yourself honestly.”

He pales slightly, his figure stiffening at your angry form, “leave my house Daniel.”

He does as you ask, not muttering a single word as your eyes begin to swell with tears once the door of your apartment shuts. You couldn’t believe you wasted all this time on someone whose so fucking useless and disrespectful. But that’s what you get for being naive, for not putting yourself first.

On the counter, your phone buzzes. An unknown number pops up and you think for a second if you should answer, after a second you press the green circle and put the phone to your ear.

“Did you get home safely?” You recognise that smooth voice, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you replied “how did you get my number.”

“Hyuna” he mutters lowly.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect,” he chuckles, “are you?”

The beat of silence gets loud, pounding between your phone lines as you inhale sharply, “he broke up with me.”

He laughs lowly, “mhm good. You didn’t love him anyway, and correct me if im wrong, but don’t you deserve better?”.

“What are you getting at Jungkook?”

The line on his side goes quiet and for a minute you think he hung up on you, “you really think I don’t know who he is? Baby, I know everything about him. He’s nothing but a fake. He’s merely a man of his words.”

Furrowing your brows you sigh, “I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“I could make you feel things he’d never be capable of.”

“Jungkook-“

“Would you let me in if I knocked on your door right now?”

Stilling, your frown deepens in confusion, “what?”.

A knock echoes through your apartment, and your lips part. How the fuck does he know your address?

“Jungkook how do you know where I live?”

“Answer the door baby, I’ll explain everything.”

Your heart rate is probably through the roof, but you cannot decipher if that’s the result of Jungkook’s impeccable stalking abilities, or because he makes you want to give him your body right that second. Despite that, you open the door and there he was, in all his glory, black leather jacket now engulfing his body.

You let him in, following behind him as he looks around. His eyes find yours within seconds, and god did they look anything but innocent this moment.

He stalks towards you, cornering you into the wall, arm above your head as he leans down to be eye level with you. At this second, he could murder you, maybe even kidnap you, but something inside you would let him do both of the things. He looks like he’s famished, ready to devour whatever meal you give him and god do you want to give him the best meal of his life. His dark eyes, pierced through yours as they watched the metal ring around his lip. Why is he so damn fucking attractive right now?

His single look, makes you feel everything you haven’t in your two year relationship. You feel high, ecstatic as if you’re in cloud nine right now. As if nothing, absolutely nothing could hurt you or touch you but him. And you’re so fucking good with that, actually, you’re in love with that.

He was too good to be true, his whole demeanour possessive, manly and dominant. The siren eyes, the smirking lips and confident body language was driving you insane and if humanly possible, you’d orgasm right there and then.

The tension in the room was strong. Thick like a million bands carefully weaved together to create a sheath of nothing but sheer lust, and sex crazed energy. It could raise the roof if it was physical, whining like a whistle of a boiling kettle, threatening to blow the windows around you within a millisecond. Even the air around you was hot heavy and so dangerous. One word could break it or make it and the longer you stared at each other, the tighter the band tied. Threatening to snap at any given moment.

“Take me,” you whisper, “Jungkook.”

His smirk deepens, eyes becoming even darker than before and you knew, you knew this was going to be the best time of your life. Like the flash of thunder, Jungkooks lips latched onto yours. Sucking on them like a hungry man, tongue poking through to wander around your mouth, fighting tugging massaging your own as you moaned into the heated kiss.

“Bedroom, first door on the right.” You muttered hurriedly, peeling the black leather jacket of him and tossing it somewhere there in the living room.

Untying the laces of your dress, he smirks, “oh yeah?”.

“Fuck Jungkook don’t be a tease right now” you whined.

Chuckling he follows you into the room, discarding your clothes haphazardly everywhere around your house, cluttering your floors with a mix of yours and his clothes. You stand before him in a red lace bra and underwear, and scoffs in amuse.

“He was missing out on all this?” He shakes his head tsking.

You stood before him, skin caramel and glistening even in the dark, the only source of light being the glowing moon seeping into your windows, painting you in a blue light. God you were beautiful, your skin soft and smooth. You were a wonderful woman and he was in disbelief that your ex didn’t worship you the way you should be. He’s never expected to find you to be this grown. Breasts spilling out of your bra, ass round a plump and he could smell the femininity of you. The smell of woman and maturity and he loved it.

With no time to waste, he ripped the materials of your body. Lips immediately finding place in your skin, kissing, biting licking. You squirmed underneath him, begging to feel him in you already, but he was a patient man, and he knew he had to give you a bit of time.

Finger rubbing up and down your seeping slit, he groans. Fuck your were so wet, it was trickling down your ass you could feel it. His finger prodded your entrance, slipping in slowly mouth finally finding place in your clit and you gasped, moaning softly as his finger hooked inside you, thrusting carefully and gently inside you. Maddening you every second that goes by and he knew, he loved it.

His lips suctioned on your clit, tip of his tongue flicking up and down, stimulating your mind to a whole different dimension. Your body electrified, buzzing with a certain high you haven’t felt for what felt like ancient time. Your flesh felt like it was crawling with a million ants, tingling, tickling you all the way from your toes to your head, sweat began formulating on your skin, turning to a light blush pink hue, your fingers itching to tangle in his hair, feeling the silk locks falling through your fingers.

The pit of your stomach felt like it had a rock inside it, begging to be relieved, lifted out. Your legs closing in around his head as he moaned onto your pussy, your moans pitching to a melody he hasn’t heard ever be this beautiful. His finger rubbing up into your flesh, curling, thrusting, triggering your pussy to flutter. Your arousal coating his chin, his hand, your legs and anything close enough to it. Your stomach falling and rising with your quickened breaths, your ribs flaring as your back arched, walls clenching around his finger, and with a final suck of his lips, you cummed around his finger, whining as you smacked your lips together to poke your tongue out, moisturising the dry flesh.

“You good?” He asks, coming back up your body like a snake weaving around you.

You hummed a yes, nimble fingers trailing from his broad shoulders to neck and finally at the base of his head, urging him to close the distance between your lips. He tasted of you, with a hint of mint.

“I need you, now”

He smirked, blinking lazily as he reached behind him, successfully pulling his boxers off himself. His dick was hard, you could feel it between your folds, rubbing up and down to coat itself in your essence. Looking right into his eyes, he held your stare, pushing the tip of his cock inside, slowly, filling you up. Your walls stretched with a sting, nothing too painful, at least not to a point you didn’t enjoy it.

You could feel him in the base of your stomach, both of you gasping right as he bottomed out. Your head lifting of the pillow minimally, left hand still wrapped into the base of his locks. He gave you a few minutes to adjust, before dragging himself out, barely living the tip in, before thrusting back in. Your moans bounced of the walls, hanging in the air ghostly. Skin on skin, heat rushing between both you as his pace picked up, his head in buried in the crook of your neck, where occasionally, his lips would suck with the intent to leave a mark behind.

The electricity between you felt like it was almost igniting bigger sparks every time your skin would rub of each other.

With his cock dragging in and out of you rhythmically, your eyes shut. Back arching into hot and sweaty body, head tilting back into the pillow, throat so attractive to Jungkook eyes he couldn’t help himself but to suck another pretty purple bruise right there. With your hands trailing down his back and landing on his ass, he chuckles softly, feeling the way you begin to clench around him again, sucking him in tighter, and he lets out a strangled groan right into your ear, prompting you to whine just as beautifully.

But as the coil in your stomach begins to warn, your moans pick up in volume. Nails dragging around his back, surely marking him just as his tight grip is on your hip. Leaving finger prints right there and you loved it. Before you knew it, the knot snaps inside you, ripping a loud moan out of you, before it got stuck in your throat, and all that Jungkook could do was chase his high, staring at your face, watching as your features pulled into ecstasy, and it was enough to send Jungkook soaring, filling you up with his warm cum.

You stayed wrapped around each other for another minute, before he dropped on the other side of the bed beside you. Smiling crazily to himself almost not believing he just nutted into the woman he’s loved since he was a 14 year old shy boy damn.

Looking at each other almost instinctively, both of you burst into laughter. Before the rapid knocking of your door sends you into dressing yourselves in a hurried rush. Jungkook followed behind you slowly, watching as you opened the door, gasping.

“Mom?”

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A/N: no stop I actually don’t know how to end anything I write lmfao.

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ʚ✟⃛ɞ US, TRUST, LOVE .ʚ✟⃛ɞ JJK

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 😭

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ʚ✟⃛ɞ Mercy Me ʚ✟⃛ɞ M.Y.G

PAIRING: min yoongi x FEM!reader

SUMMARY: yoongi and you might have been a lost case in terms of love right now, but if you there was one thing both of you were sure of, is that when it comes to sex, no one… no one, can fuck yoongi like you, and no one can fuck you like yoongi.

WARNINGS: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection and I’ll give you a cookie pookie), oral sex f! & M! Receiving. Idol! Yoongi, switch reader, switched yoongi. Mirror sex. Exes. That’s all I think???????

An: unedited but honestly did you expect any better?

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There was only a few things Yoongi was sure of, his career, his members and you. He could always depend on you, just like you could always depend on him. It wasn’t necessarily like both of you couldn’t find someone else. God he knew you could find someone who’d treat you like the little spoiled brat you are. A Princess in his eyes nonetheless.

He wasn’t sure of just one thing. Is he ever going to love anyone other than you?

Because by the way you are standing in front of him right now, with a gaze that of a very seductive feline, soft pale skin and pink lips. Eyes as bright as the moon outside the very window you leaned against. Slim arms spread out on each side of you, the little black satin dress doing a poor job of covering your perky nipples. God did he love your breasts, so round and thick. He was in love with everything about you.

He never pegged himself for a guy to be into women who are taller than him, but fuck, you knew exactly how to use it to your advantage. It wasn’t like you were much taller than him, not at all, but Christ did he find it sexy. Your red lips pulled into a smirk as he slowly strolled towards you, hands in the pockets of his black slacks, black button up half way unbuttoned. He looked ravishing as always.

“Can’t live without me?” He asks, voice as deep as the neckline hugging your breasts.

“I’m just a girl Yoongi” you practically whispered, hair as red as a flame as it covered your covered your face slightly.

“Just a girl,” he chuckled, standing in front of you now, long, rough, fingers gripping onto your chin softly, “just a girl who loves me?”.

You smiled softly, icy eyes staring right into his, “just a girl who loves your cock”.

Licking his lips and biting his bottom lip as he looks at your own he mutters, “that’s basically being in love with me.”

His lips caught yours in a kiss so lewd from the start it could leave anyone breathless and faltering as quickly as you right now. It wasn’t your fault. His hands now pressed against your neck, applying some pressure for the right amount of tension. It burnt, the kiss. It was hot, his tongue fighting with yours as you finally regained your balance. As much as you loved yoongi being all dominant, you also loved taking control over him.

And it was so easy. Oh so easy to have him submitting.

With just the softest push from your palm, he detached from the sloppy kiss. Though your lipstick was slightly smudged now, you didn’t really care. Instead, you propped yourself up on top of the piano, the dress bunching up around your hips, bare ass sticking to the surface of the black tile.

Looking I’m as deeply in his eyes as possible, you smirked once again, leaning against the back of your palms, your feet planted themselves against the surface. Spreading your legs slowly, you revealed to him your bare pussy. He scoffed in amusement. Both hands now back in his pockets as his head tipped to the side. Cat like smirk on his face.

“Easy access hm?”

“Less talking yoongi,” you whispered back, “more eating”.

Eyes shining with something dangerous, you immediately knew this wasn’t going to be an easy night. He stood between your legs now, palms baring his weight against the piano he looks at you one last time, before pulling you further up on the piano, dropping his lower half more onto it, his eyes shone darkly. Then as you were about to scold him for taking so long, you noticed the saliva dropping onto your pussy. And you had to bite down on your lip as he disappeared between your legs.

The first contact the tip of his tongue made with your clit is what made you catch your breathe. Immediately dropping onto the piano flat. It was subtle at first, just small flicks with the tip of his tongue on your clit. He was teasing, not as easily submitting as you thought he would. But it all just makes it so much more exciting.

As you started to lift your hips up, trying to push yourself further on his tongue, he chuckled. Finally opening his mouth wide enough to kiss your entire pussy in one go. Licking from the bottom to the top. God he was so fucking good at this. His wet muscles continued to do that for a few strokes, before eventually he got bored of it. He finally suctioned onto your clit, earning his first audible moan. His tongue peaked out again, softly rubbing circles against it as you became wetter and wetter, your breathing becoming more ragged as you pussy clenched around nothing. Whimpering a little when it wasn’t enough. God you wanted him so deep inside you right now.

His middle finger circled your entrance, dancing around it before he entered just the beginning of it. You felt stimulated now. His tongue circling your clit in medium pace as his lips suctioned around it. Finger now dipping in and out of you, he continued like that for a few minutes, watching your slow build up. The way your stomach would rise and fall as quickly as your breathing. The way your hands moulded your breasts, pretty fingers rubbing your nipples in stimulation with his tongue. He drew your first orgasm pretty quickly and without much effort.

But he wasn’t done. No this was his warm up, this was what he called the first stretch. He rode your high out, and without letting you catch your breath, he added his ring finger inside you. Making you hiss out of overstimulation. They were soft at first, in and out. Steady. His lips kissing around your pussy, sucking on one lip before moving onto the other. Then, his tongue flattened against your clit, shaking his head side to side as the small screech that left you fuelled him on. His mouth went back to sucking onto your clit, tongue now flicking up and down vigorously. Fingers picking up their pace and curling upwards inside you. With your moan getting stuck inside your throat and your head picking up of the flat surface, your free palm slammed down into the piano, other hand grabbing onto his hair tighter. Pulling him off you as your first squirt drilled onto the shiny tile. It was small but it was there, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs closed.

“Isn’t this what you wanted Y/N?”

Hopping off the piano on wobbly legs, you pushed him with such intent onto the chair in-front of it. Quickly dropping to your knees as you worked on his belt, pulling him out like your life depend on it.

Smirking at how hard he was you chuckled softly, “always so ready for me aren’t you Yoongi?”

Not letting him answer, you wrap your pretty little lips around the tip of his cock. Sucking gently before swirling your tongue. He immediately sucked a sharp hiss in, his hand splaying down on the piano as your lips continued to travel further down his dick. Your tongue flat underneath him. He looked so pretty like this, hunched over you with his eyes shut close and his lips wide open, cheeks blushing.

Taking him further down your throat, you didn’t waste time before you started bobbing your head up and down, slowly at first, building the tension in his stomach. His other hand around the back of your hand, forcing you to go faster, and you did, immediately hollowing your cheeks even tighter. Making him groan as you looked right up at him, eye to eye. Your last move almost killed him, lips suckling on the tip as your tongue applied pressure right underneath it, right on the bottom of the slit were his soft spot was. That’s when he harshly pulled you off, practically ripping the black dress off of you.

Leaving you bare in front of him, he pulled his slacks further down his legs, beckoning you to come forward and straddle him as he helped you sink down onto him slowly. Your jaw hung low as you gazed into each others eyes, feeling him everywhere. So deep inside your stomach and so deep inside your head. Fuck you hated and loved him at the same time.

“Promise you one thing Y/N” he mutters in your ear, both hands on your neck softly, resting right under your jaw, “no one will ever fuck you the way I do.”

“I’m glad you still love me” you reply, just as hazily and quietly.

He doesn’t deny it, he shakes his head with a soft chuckle, and instead he says, “I never will stop loving you. Even if we can never work this out”.

Scared you might end up wounded right after this, you shut him up with your lips, kissing him deeply and harshly as he feels everything both of you are too afraid to say.

Starting your slow movements, you watched in the mirror opposite you. The way you rose up and sank down back on him. The way his face nuzzled inside your neck and the way your cheek rested on-top of the mop on his head. Rolling your hips into his, you moaned. Digging your nails into his shoulders, before you could feel the fire buzzing off him. Within seconds he had you on the floor. Knees digging into the hard panel.

He didn’t beat around the bush, kneeling in the same position as you but behind, he entered you again. This time the moan leaving your lips was loud. His hand wrapped around your waist, flushing you against him as he began moving at an animalistic pace. Having you in a mess on the floor. His dick was reaching places you know only he knew of. He had you panting with him, his hand forcing your head to looking the mirror.

“Look how pretty you look getting destroyed by my cock hm?”

You were far too gone to respond, watching in the mirror through hooded eyes. Fuck he was good, your pussy was begging to for relief. Begging to cum. You could feel it down your legs and in your toes. The coil in your stomach ready to snap any second and you were done for when his hand reached for your clit, rubbing circles as you moaned his name like a chant, sounds of skin on skin and wetness so lewd anyone who’d pass by would know of the sinful scenes behind the locked doors.

“Fuck, cum for me slut”.

And within a few more sloppy thrusts of his own, you came right with him for the first time. Both of you panting messy and hot. Your orgasm so good you forgot your name for a second.

“Hobi is going to hate us.”

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AN: poor hobi :’) hope y’all enjoyed.

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╰┈➤ Friend - Zone | Kim Taehyung.

✎PAIRING: Kim Taehyung x Fem! Reader

✎SUMMARY: he’s got money to spend, and you’re right there. Sitting all pretty for him.

✎WARNINGS: unprotected penetrative sex(wrap it before you tap it!), dom!tae, sub!reader, oral (f&M receiving), fWB,overstimulation, titty licking because he’s obsessed with her breasts, spoiled reader, unintentional sugar daddy tae.

Unedited as I was falling asleep while writing this lol

He’s so hot, and he knows it. That fucker knows exactly what he does to you, because there’s absolutely no reason for him to be sitting across you looking into your eyes with heavy lids, clearly sexually frustrated. You’re not sure why though, was it the skimpy little silky red dress? Or was it the black lace adorning the hems of it, laying perfectly against your chest? Perhaps it was your wavy dark hair? No, could it be your siren gaze? Or maybe it was the way your foot left your black louboutin, dragging itself up his leg and resting in between his thighs. Glancing down, he could see the diamond glazed fish nets, and fuck, did it drive him absolutely crazy.

You were evil for this. Licking your pretty peachy lips, caramel skin glistening under the low lighting of the fancy restaurant your friends decided on. But he wasn’t any better, sitting across you in his all black slacks. Black button up, sleeves rolled up to show off his gold Rolex perhaps? First few buttons undone, revealing his chest. He was dressed black head to toe aside from that damned stupid watch. Fuck.

Smirking as secretly at him as you can, you sucked onto the straw of your cocktail, enjoying the slight burn of the drink. He swallowed, licking his bottom lip as he pocked his cheek with his tongue. His hand, the one with the damned watch, disappeared under the table, fingers gently skimming your clothed skin. Earning an unexpected gasp of you.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook leaned over to you, concern prominent in his voice.

“Everything is perfect.”

Brows furrowing for a second, he shrugged, turning back to the rest of the group as taehyung continued to gaze at you confidently, challenging you in a sense as his long finger hooked into one of the holes of your fishnets, bare finger on your hot skin. What an incredibly hot asshole.

Blinking gently, you smirked brazenly.

“Kook? Would you mind taking me home, I’ve had a few drinks I really wouldn’t want to risk going out anywhere by myself.” You called out to Jungkook, eyes never daring to leave taehyungs darkened ones.

“Of course-“

“That’s okay kook, I’ll bring her home since I’m going anyway.”

Once again Jungkooks brows furrowed cutely, and you felt bad for the poor boy, “are you okay with that Y/N?”.

“Yes kookie, I’ll be fine.” You smiled at him sweetly. Getting up out of your seat as taehyungs hand laid on the small of your back, urging you to walk forward.

You couldn’t help it. Being a tease like this was only the result of his own actions. Him flirting with that overly beautiful waitress, and you getting jealous. It didn’t make sense, because to everyone else, the pair of you were just best friends. And though it didn’t actually give you any certain kind of dibs, he was fucking you on a down low. Every day, every night, every morning. It’s not like he was yours to claim, or like you actually had the right of be jealous, because he wasn’t anything more than that. Sex.

Sure he was your best friend, but you can’t claim your best friend as your own. Unless of course, you’re in a relationship on the low-low. Sure friends with benefits is a thing, but it’s no real relationship. Just sex. It’s not like you don’t think Tae was relationship worthy, because he was. If anything he’s one of those guys you hear women dream of, but you? You were nothing but a girl who loved living in the moment, you loved skimpy clothes and loud music. You loved cold alcoholic drinks on a private jet, and enjoyed the luxury life.

Could you afford the luxury life by yourself? No. Could your best friend? Yes.

It’s not like you were using him, you never intended for him to spend his money on you. That’s the last thing you wanted. But somehow, you went from fucking, to cuddling, to being with each other twenty four seven, which essentially meant Taehyung got attached, meaning everywhere tae went, you had to follow. Private restaurant boots, expensive little dresses, a whole rack of louboutins. Handbags ranging from Chanel to Moncler. Pearls of all colours and sizes, gold watches, Swarovski’s finest cut diamond necklaces. Anything you laid your eyes on, taehyung bought it.

Matter of fact, this little dress your wearing, he bought it. A Vera wang creation you set your eyes on right after he fucked you in the backseat of his car in a parking lot. How classy.

Taehyung only wanted what’s best for you, as someone who means the world to him. As someone who he sees marrying in the future. God he loved you so much. He wasn’t sure wether that was reciprocated, though it didn’t necessarily matter so long as you were by his side. Friends with benefits or not. He didn’t care. You could have all his money, all his cars, everything you wanted. You had access to all of his cars, each day you could drive any one of them. You had the key to his house, some of your stuff in his closet. Basically very domestic, just not labelled.

Money was never a big thing for taehyung, he’s had enough of it to last a lifetime. Which meant he only needed someone to spend it other than himself, and then you came along, and he immediately knew his worth became yours. Every two weeks on the dot, he’d hand you his card, and have his driver bring you to your nail appointments. Every couple months he’d ask you if you wanted to do something new with your hair, and as of recently he went as far as to ask if you genuinely loved the little wooden cabin in the forest you saw on the internet, the very next day bringing you a confirmation letter of buying it in your name.

So that brings you here, hollowing your cheeks as you let him use your mouth however he pleased. It wasn’t that you felt like you had to do it, no. You wanted him to do it, you needed him to do it. You genuinely believed you wouldn’t survive it if he didn’t touch your body in some way. You loved having him use your body, and you loved him in general. It was a win-win situation.

“Fuck baby,” he grunted, pulling himself out of your mouth, “on the bed love spread your legs for me.”

Like the obedient girl you are, you laid on the bed, left in nothing but your Swarovski diamond clustered fishnets, legs wide open for him as he crawled up the bed menacingly. Staring at your clothed pussy hungrily, like a starved man. He could see the little wet patch against the material of your red thong and it drove him wild.

Taehyung was a man of patience for many things, but not in this case. His patience always seemed to be on the whim when it came to getting a taste of you, which is what lead him to ripping the expensive yet extremely fragile material to shreds. Exposing a large enough hole around your pussy. His finger hooked into the material of the thong, pulling it to the side.

Almost like he was making out, he sucked into each lip of your pussy with a mouthful of sugar. So sweet and gentle, absolutely devouring your pussy whole. His tongue ran laps up, from the bottom to the top. Flicking little motions upwards onto your clit as you began to sign, his tongue alternating between sucking and flicking, building a pace of movement, a rhythm. It was insane how fast he could get you breathless, hands desperately clutching onto the sheets of his bed.

His finger slipped inside your seeping hole, god you could feel yourself dripping down your ass, surely making a mess of his sheets. With his mouth suckling on your clit, tongue flicking your nub and finger pushing in and out of you, you were moaning like your life depended on it.

“Tae fuck,” your sighs were so sweet, so high pitched and breathy god he loved it.

His finger hooked inside you, picking up his pace as your hips began moving against his mouth, begging for your sweet, divine release, “shit please just fuck me tae.”

“Impatient hm?” He chuckled, kissing his way from your pussy to your throat, sucking sweet little spots of bruise here and there.

“Make me cum baby” you held his face in your hands, staring deeply in his dark eyes.

“Ah don’t do this to me beautiful” his forehead rested against yours, hand tugging on his hard cock.

Both of your eyes focused on his dick, the way it rubbed up and down your wet pussy, foreheads still pressed against each other and your hand still resting around the back of his head. Slowly, he pushed the tip in. Looking at your reaction as he bottomed out, eyes shutting tightly as you gasped, fingers tangling in his long locks. He swore he’s never seen a more beautiful and majestic creature like you. No human, anything, could ever amount to the beauty you hold for him. You were his everything.

He took his time with you, thrusting slowly in and out, building you up as you cling onto him, one of your legs rested against his waist, deepening the angle of his thrusts. He started building it up, going faster, his thrusts somehow reaching deeper each time he dragged out and back inside. He could see himself inside you, kissing your cervix each time he came back inside. It was amazing. Just how well your bodies connected.

A few more thrusts of his quick and ruthless thrusts and you were arching into him, moaning his name like a chant, nails dragging around his back as you came. He chased his high right after you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally let go. Face nuzzled in your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair. It was peaceful, serene.

“Wanna go on a cruise with me?” He asked, kissing your neck softly.

“Sure why not” you giggled as he started pecking your face all over.

“As my girlfriend” he followed up, your eyes widening, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“As your girlfriend?”

“Yes”

“Tae, are you messing with me?”

“No baby, I want to do everything with you… as my girlfriend. Wife. Whatever. I just want you to be mine.”

Smiling to yourself, you hold his face in your hands, staring deeply in his eyes, “of course baby, but pull out of me now we need to shower. We reek of sex.”

He smirks at you, pulling out and drawing a hiss from both of you from the overstimulation,

“I love shower sex.”

AN: y’all better help me figure out how to end Drabbles because I’m always lost lol.

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╰┈➤ Old Friends | Jeon Jungkook

✎PAIRING: Jungkook x fem!reader

✎SUMMARY: somewhere along the way Jungkook and you lost the lead. You’d take one step forward and four steps back. Somehow everything was lost in the path of love, in the path of something so beautiful.

✎WARNINGS: minor character death due to breast cancer, angst. Jk is a little mean for a short while, parental divorce, fluff!!

What started out as a young and blossoming friendship between the seven year old Jungkook and seven year old Y/N, turned into a sour misadventure of young hearts, splitting right under the setting skies of Paris, The young boy still living in Jungkook had his confidence and love taken, and the small girl still lively in Y/N, had her first true heart break.

Y/N found Jungkook under the staircase of their gym. Big bug eyes teary and small button nose red, her heart skipped a beat in pity and hurt, without a word hugging the younger boy to her smaller body. She offered him her favourite animal crackers, which only served to make him cry a little harder, sobbing heavily as he murmured a small ‘thank you’ and picked up a few of the lions.

Y/N smiled at him, eyes crinkling with her deep and sweet smile, urging Jungkooks boyish smile. Tears glistening in the boys eyes as Y/N wiped them away, optimistically telling him ‘now no more crying’ in her high pitched voice. The young boy nodded, smiling shyly as Y/N nudged his shoulder ‘wanna tell me what upset you?’.

The mysterious and cute boy swallowed thickly, chest swarmed with hurt and discomfort, ‘Henry told me I don’t belong here’. His voice was raspy, cracking as his bottom lip wobbled, y/n cooed, pecking his salty cheek and giving him her orange juice.

He thanked her, smiling a small smile.

From that day, Y/N became jungkook’s first friend and his favourite person. He invited her to his birthday party, which was exclusively only for him and her to enjoy in some restaurant his mom booked, full of games they could explore idly. Their moms sat somewhere in the corner, watching their two children being extremely loud and ruckus with everything but enjoying themselves.

That day, he traded his larger teddy with Y/N, telling her the pink teddy was too girly for him even though he did genuinely like it. She handed him his present, ‘i hope you like it kookie’.

The iron man teddy, though now slowly loosing his threads and has age related marks still sits on his bed. At fifteen years of age, the teddy is still his favourite item he owns. Just like the pink teddy is precious to y/n. Not really understand the homework he had, he asked his most valued person for help.

A couple days after the birthday party, you had learned jungkooks parents were divorcing. He was having a rough time, asking where his father is, wondering why he left. At the age of thirteen, Jungkook started resenting his father for leaving his mother and him for a younger woman. Now he sits across y/n with books splayed out in front of them, both rubbing their heads in confusion.

“Honestly kookie, I don’t think I’m much help to you”

He laughed. Y/N, had noticed how much he started growing into his features. His doe eyes turning more foxy, cheeks becoming higher and jawline more prominent. Y/N, though she knew much earlier, has became frighteningly more aware of Jungkooks handsomeness. She started wondering what it’d be like to kiss him. To feel his soft lips against hers. But she never let him know. It was her little secret, even if she knew it was wrong because he is her best friend and she’d never risk it like that.

At eighteen Y/N realised her feelings were much more than just a teenage crush. She hated the sight of him with other girls, it hurt her deeply. It made her tummy churn and her chest squeeze. In turn, she’d take that pain and sleep with men she didn’t particularly know much about.

What she didn’t realise is Jungkook’s feelings were even stronger for her, hating the sight of her crying over men who didn’t deserve her, worrying about her twenty four seven, staying up all night when she’d go out for drinks with her friends, always picking her up and comforting her the next morning when she’d throw up. She was his third eye, she was the woman -along side his mother- he’d protect with all his might. The woman he’d chase across the world.

Everything he was working on, his entrance for college, his career, everything was for her. Even if he didn’t end up with her, he was doing it all to ensure she had the most beautiful life possible. Opening a savings account and putting away money for her. So he can make sure she’d never have to worry about money problems like she did when they were younger.

The day both of them stumbled into his home drunk and giggling, his mother was there with a worried look and a slipper in her hand as she slapped both of them on the ass for worrying her about their were abouts.

At sixteen, Jungkook had to comfort Y/N when her mother passed away to breast cancer. He stayed all week with her, feeding her small amounts of food and helping her cope. For three months straight, Jungkook ensured her comfort. Ensured Y/N knew she had someone aside from her father to lean on. Jungkook was her fallen angel.

The young pair was together through thick and thin. From picking each other up and glueing one another back together, to sharing wonderful memories. They were there for each others firsts, from first kisses, to first cars. Jungkook and Y/N, though they did not know it yet, were destined for each other. They were bonded for life.

For their 21st birthday they flew to Thailand. Exploring new places and destinations, spending sunsets and sunrises together. That was the first time Y/N rode on a motorcycle, clinging to jungkooks back as he chuckled, wind blowing threw her hair as she laughed away. A beautiful sunset taking over the city. It was magical, beautiful. It was everything Y/N dreamed of, having Jungkook to herself for a week straight.

At twenty five years of age, they travelled to Europe, Paris was their destination. They were to spend a year there, learning French, making cheese from scratch and working at a bakery. Jungkook was the happiest he was in his life.

“I’m screwed,” y/n whispered to Jungkook, “the bagel is not bageling”.

Kneading the dough, jungkooks brows furrowed as he snickered, “that’s not a word love”.

“You get what I mean”.

Y/Ns dream was to open her own bakery in Paris, and Jungkook was adamant on making that dream come through, soon he’d tell himself.

“Well lucky for you I knew the bagels were not bageling,” he chuckled, “and made a new batch”.

He watched the way her eyes lit up, pecking his cheek as she tied the apron on her back, “you are mighty kookie!”.

During their two week work-vocation, they spent the last weekend drinking, drinking a little too much. A little too confident with their steps back to their shared apartment, somehow, words have been twisted, and Jungkook finally uttered the feelings laying heavy on his chest.

“Leave that ugly French guy,” he’d say to the sobering y/n as he swayed and she opened the door, “he’s no good for you. He could never treat you the way I could. Y/n you know me practically all my life, and to be fair, I fell in love with you when I was seven years old.”

“Oh don’t be silly, you didn’t even know what love was at seven.”

That crushed Jungkooks heart. Though he was drunk, he understood everything you were telling him and it stung him even worse than when his father left. He nodded, shutting his mouth and going to his room. Y/N didn’t intend to respond like that, she got far too nervous. She wasn’t sure wether he was spewing random Freud of love thoughts within his drunk-ness or if he truly meant his words.

The following morning, as Jungkook woke up with a pounding headache and Y/N, ever the light weight, was throwing up, he tended to her like always. Even if his heart was on its last hinge. He still rubbed her back and helped her up. Later that day, Y/N approached Jungkook.

“Yesterday, when we uhm, got home-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Y/N was hurt, he remembered but didn’t want to acknowledge it. It was pitiful the way he didn’t even look at her and instead, sipped his beer and looked at the tv. Y/N felt like she was choking, like he took a knife and slit her heart open. It was an awful feeling and she hated it. To be so ignored just told her she was falsely hopeful.

What y/n hated, was that for the next week Jungkook gave her the silent treatment, as if they were ten years old and arguing over who touched whose toy. At the bakery they worked in, y/n once again approached Jungkook, this time a lot more gently and sweetly.

“Kook can we talk”

“I’m busy.”

Y/N felt herself finally breaking down. Her heart aching so painfully she thought she was having a heart attack. To be shut down by your best friend is one thing, but to be ignored and given to cold shoulder is another thing. It hurt her so bad, that once they got home she looked at him with eyes full of tears and once again asked.

“Kookie, can we please talk”.

“We have nothing to talk about.”

Nodding silently to herself, she didn’t even shrug of the knee length faux fur black coat, instead turning to the door and leaving. Her fishnets done absolutely nothing to keep her bare legs warm in the bitter cold of Paris. Her above knee checkered dress was usual in keeping her body from shivering. But she was hurt, and she needed to be away from him, or else she’d be completely broken.

For more than a week now, he’s ignored her. Shut her out. Didn’t utter a single word to her, and refused to discuss what had been said. Now she sat at the curb of the path, staring up at the lit up Eiffel Tower, stuck in the city of love with a broken heart. She scoffed to herself, sniffling as her eyes teared up all over again.

Though hurt and stubborn, Jungkook followed her steps. He knew he messed up, but the way she had answered him that night really hurt him. Closed the deal for him. He shouldn’t have expected her to reciprocate his feelings, but he hoped, that maybe even a little bit of her had more than just friendly feelings for him. Despite it all, he still had to make sure she was okay.

Sitting beside her, he nudged her shoulder, offering her a pack of animal crackers. She looked at him with knitted brows, clear hurt evident in her eyes, “so now you want to talk? It took me breaking down for you to talk to me? Really Jungkook?”.

He sighed, his head hanging low, “y/n there isn’t much to talk about. I told you I love you and you told me it wasn’t real, what’s more to it? You want to tell me you hate me too?”

She scoffed, getting up of the curb and patting her backside off any dirt, “maybe if you talked to me, you’d realise I was nervous when you said that to me. Maybe you would have had the opportunity to tell me again, and I could tell you I felt the same way, but this time you’d be sober,” she turned away from him, “and I broke up with ugly French guy a long time ago.”

She began walking away, and as stunned as Jungkook was, he sighed heavily once again, following her closely as she walked away from him and into the city, taking the known route back home. The bustling of the streets was loud, at ten past nine it was usually busy. He had to make sure she got home safely.

The following day, jungkook unexpectedly back hugged Y/N in the bathroom as she brushed her teeth, weakly trying to shrug him off, “I’m sorry love, I have something to show you, will you come with me it’s important?”.

Even if she was beyond annoyed with Jungkook and upset, she’d follow him into the depths of dark, so nodding an annoyed yes, she dressed quickly and followed the man closely.

“Before we get there, I want to tell you, that I truly am sorry. I was just so upset when you said my feelings weren’t real, I thought you were trying to tell me you didn’t see me like that. It was childish of me to react like that anyway, but I hope you aren’t too upset with me”.

Her annoyed expression was enough to tell the young man she was pissed off with him, “I’m mad but I’ll get over it.”

He smiled, hugging her to his side as they continued to walk. Finally, they were stood in front of a unit, on the shopping street, there were plenty of shops and restaurants and business around, and there was this little place, outside covered in an ugly green and white colour. Her brows furrowed, unsure of why she was directly staring at their reflection in the windows, until she noticed the small Neon sign on the far wall ‘Angel Bakery.”

The name she told him she’d put down as their bakery’s, name. Her eyes teared up as she turned to look at him, he held a set of keys, his own eyes tearing up as she smiled at him, falling into his arms as she hugged him. She sniffled into his neck, his arms hugging her tightly as she pulled away from him, holding his chin in her hands and pecking his forehead.

“My angel, you’re my angel kook. No matter what you do, you’ll always be my angel”.

He smiled that bunny smile at her, eyes glancing to her lips as he held her face in his hands. He stared deeply into her eyes, both of their chests swarming with feelings, tummy’s full of butterflies as if they were on a rollercoaster, his lips met hers in a sweet kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as his wrapped around her waist.

“Friends huh.”

The sound of Jungkook’s mothers voice brought them out of their daze. Both of their cheeks burning up as Jungkook muttered a “I didn’t think you’d be this early”.

“About damned time y’all settled down, I want grandkids for gods sake.”

The laughter filled the streets as his mother approached her son first, hugging him sweetly as she then approached you, hugging you tightly, her scent familiar and homely.

“He got you a ring since he was seventeen years old. Hopefully he doesn’t waste more time.”

A/N: enjoy my lovelies!!! This was so cute to write! I listened to ‘old friends’ by Coldplay as I wrote this.

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╰┈➤ I wanna be yours | J.J.K

✎ PAIRING: Jungkook x F!Character

✎ SUMMARY: would destiny ever find suki and Jungkook again? And would it ever work in their favour?

✎ WARNINGS: none really??? Idk I’ve been writing this all summer long lmao. Comment if I missed anything!!

Suki was gullible, that much she already knew. However, how can she refuse the sweet doe eyes trapped in the bad-boy life style? His dark chocolate eyes and choppy hair, white simple tee and blue washed out jeans. Hair as dark as the night sky. He was her first love, her one and only true love, of that, she was sure.

Though, a couple like them was destined for failure at this time. She came from a broken home, running away from her toxic parents in her pink Mitsubishi lancer, the fact she drove a stick shift is what interested Jungkook, but then he learned suki was foreign. And a good driver. She was at the fresh age of nineteen, and he was just a twenty year old man, running from cops and constantly coming home bruised and beaten.

They met outside an old rusty gas station, he had all sorts of different snacks in his hands, whistling to himself while looking down at the can of red bull in his hand. She was just trying to tank up her beloved lancer, sunglasses covering her eyes and a white tank top covering her upper body, neatly tucked into her mom denim shorts. They were wide at her thighs, yet so tight around her waist. She looked divine that day, her skin glowing in a coppery-gold shade.

They moved in together after dating for a couple months. Which lead them to be absolutely madly in love.

At the usual night return of Jungkook, suki helped clean his freshly busted lip. Their bathroom was rundown, barely any hot water and covered in mould. The lighting was a dull orange shade, casting a beautiful shadow over her hardened features. Though their home was old and run down, they made the best of it.

As he sat across her on top of the counter top she cautiously wiped his lip with a gauze warm water from the tap beside him, she leaned back against the tiled wall. Scoffing. The fact he sat so casually and yet exhausted in their shared bathroom, somehow irked her even more.

“Suki please, don’t -“

“For Christ’s sake Jungkook,” she slapped her crossed hands on her legs. She was still in her work uniform, she worked at the local diner, a white shirt, black leggings and red apron with her name tag “how much longer will this go on for huh?”

“Suki-“ he sighed, head dropping behind him and leaning against the mirror.

“How much longer will you be beaten? Your body is covered in cuts, scars and bruises. Is it worth it? Selling some coke and shit for a few pennies? Is it really worth it?” Her voice was exasperated, whiny at this stage, “Stealing shit and getting in trouble. Shit that costs a lot of money! Like that gold fucking watch! It costs more than this house, more than what you and I make in two years. You don’t get anything for it. You steal it, risk yourself and he takes all the money. This is some bullshit.” She scoffed.

“Baby,” he pulled her towards him by her hips, fingers moving her chin towards him, kissing her lips gently “soon, I promise. We’ll have everything. A huge house, good cars, and so much money.”

She shook her head, staring into his eyes solemnly, “not like this kook. Not like this.”

The sole reason they even had a roof over their head right now is because of Jungkook current “boss”. An old greasy man giving him a piece of crap house for free, just to get him whatever he desires while sitting in his mansion and Jungkook has to risk his freedom… life even. Not to mention the amount of money Kook owes this bastard. Another reason he has to do what he does. Sure, he tried getting a job, but his boss gave him a deadline, if he didn’t have a solid job within two weeks, he had to do what he does now. Which is why he’s forced to do it. No question about it. Either that, or Jungkook has to move to a whole different city. Which right now, neither of them could afford.

He rested his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath as he smelled her sweet perfume, “do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” She whined, hands balling in his bloodied and dirtied white tee. His own hands cupping her face. Both of their eyes closed as he continued lingering his lips on hers.

“Then continue trusting me. Please.”

So she did, for another year she put up with it. She worked for her last dime. Having enough gathered up to move out of this shitty town and get a small apartment in a suburban area. Suki excitedly came home that day, hands shaking with how over worked she was, the skin on them already wrinkling from the bleach and chemicals she was washing everything in.

She noticed Jungkook when she hung her coat on the rack and walked to the kitchen, the smile on her face souring at the sight of a hunched over Jungkook, right above their sink.

“Kook?”

He said nothing, humming in response instead.

“You okay?”

He scoffed, tongue poking his cheek as he turned towards her. When he usually did that, it meant he was angry or disappointed. Or both.

“How long were you going to keep this from me?” He said, dropping the bank statement on the kitchen table.

“Kook,” she sighed, “I was about to tell you. I didn’t want to get your hopes up before i got the final cheque. We can finally move. We can get that apartment we said we’d love, I promise I was going to tell you. I just needed this”.

She smiled a little, moving the cheque towards him. $5000 written across it.

He was silent, though he smiled back at her quickly, “that’s great babe. That’s amazing.” Though his tone was a little flat, she decided to ignore it, blaming it on his small surprise at the banking statement.

“I’m gonna go wash up? Join me in bed hm?”

He mumbled a quick ‘course’ and pecked her lips back before she strutted up the creaking stairs. Taking the tie out of her bun and letting her natural curls out.

She felt him hug her that night, kiss her shoulder before she dozed off. Sleeping peacefully. The next morning, she woke up to an empty bed, though not unusual, she thought Jungkook would stay back a little so they could celebrate, but either way, she made her way downstairs. Yawning a little.

On the table, laid one single rose and a letter. Inside, it wrote a simple sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Instantly, she was worried, her first thought was calling jungkook, which sent her to his voicemail. Then. She saw the envelope of the cheque, empty. No sign of it. She checked everywhere she could, even though she knew she put the cheque back in the envelope the night before. In pure shock, she sat down, still in only her leggings and a hoodie she threw over her top half before heading downstairs. She chuckled to herself, unable to stop the worrying about Jungkook. Perhaps he needed it really badly?

Then her bank called, asking if she truly withdrew half of her savings. She confirmed a yes even though she didn’t. She knew then, he used the money to give back to whoever he needed to give it back to. Whether that was his boss or someone else. She also knew she couldn’t take it anymore. All that hard earned money, every cent went away to her savings so she could get him out of this town, out of this mess. But she needed to think of herself now too. Even if she felt guilty and selfish, she wiped her tears and began to do what she should have done much sooner.

She packed her bags quickly, writing a note for him too;

“I’m sorry too. Don’t bother making it up to me, just please help yourself. Get yourself out of this mess kook. I hope you understand I had to think of myself now too. Goodbye”.

With that. She left. Successfully renting a tiny one bedroom apartment. Small but doable.

A fresh start.

██ 20% *___* / - eight years later-

Suki sat in her chair. Her white skirt neat, not too short, right above her knees. Purple silky shirt exposing her collarbones and necklaces. And sparkly heels nicely tucked behind her chair. Her hair was in a half up half down style. Absolutely beautiful she was. She sat facing her boss as he proposed the business to Jungkook. The CEO of J.J & Co. Though she didn’t look at him, he couldn’t take his eyes of her. The way she seemed to glisten, her pulse point; right between her collarbones, ever the same. Giving away just how nerves she actually was.

The whole meeting flashed by in a mere minute. Jungkook mindlessly signing whatever contract with whatever business her boss pitched, following her like a lost puppy when she walked out the room. He wondered if she didn’t remember him. Or if she did, did she perhaps hate him for what happened back then?

This might break him, but regardless, he hurried into the elevator right behind her.

Suki stood idly, looking at the numbers on the elevator, going down from the 12th floor each second. He didn’t have much time. He had to think quick, and without another minute wasted, he pressed the red button. Stopping the elevator at a random floor. Her head whipped around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed and sweet eyes confused.

“Sir?” She asked in a soothing tone, though it was confused.

He licked his lips, clearing his throat a little, “hi suki”.

He could almost see the whirring of her thoughts in her pretty little head. Hair dark black, eyes almost glowing bright green, and skin so beautifully caramel. She was gorgeous. As always. Her skin glowed with gold flecks under the poor lighting in the elevator, her skin was like a blend of chocolate and caramel. Absolutely perfect she was.

For a second, she forgot how to breathe. Her button like nose flaring a little when she took a deep breath. Her naturally curly hair framing her face elegantly. Stunning, stunning, stunning. She was breathtaking.

“Jungkook…” she closed her eyes for a second. Licking her already glistening lips. If he hadn’t known her, he’d thought her lips were all makeup. But he knows the dark chocolate like outline of them was natural, and so was the lighter shade in the middle, thus creating a perfect ombré effect.

“Do you have a minute to talk?”

She in fact did. After this meeting she was meant to drive home and do absolutely nothing. She could easily take his offer on whatever he wanted to talk about, but in being in the depth of Seattle, was too risky. It was a city she was in love with, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to fall back in love with another thing. Another someone.

She struggled to make her mind up. Her manicured finger coming up to play with her glossy lips, swallowing thickly as she comedically glanced up at him, though it was very quick and if jungkooks focus wasn’t all on her, he’d miss it. But it proved to make him amused as he watched the gears in her head work.

“Just a quick chat over dinner? Nothing much. A celebration for being business partners say?” He suggested.

‘This is gonna break me’ she thought to herself. But sighing, her hand landed to her small leather-like purple handbag. Curling her delicate fingers around the handle before her sweet eyes met his again.

“Okay.” She agreed.

They decided to take Jungkook’s car as he’d have to return to the company afterwards. His white Mercedes shone under the bright sunlight, and as they sat inside and buckled up, Jungkook could see her nibbling on her bottom lip out of his side view. He smiled to himself. Some things never change huh?

The drive wasn’t too long, arriving at the small hut cafe, Jungkook held the door open for her as they entered the homily restaurant. They were seated immediately, the server seemed to know Jungkook as she engrossed in a small conversation with him. Smiling at Suki as her eyes lit up. She was an elder woman, not too old but definitely about sixty something.

As they looked over the menus, Jungkook was the faster person. As always. It reminded him how she always reads the menu carefully, making sure she doesn’t pick something that she doesn’t like because she’s far too shy to speak up and would instead eat it all instead of asking for something else.

Food ordered, they sat in awkward silence for a second. Her green eyes almost cat like, sharp and slender yet very tender and doe. She smiled lightly at him, sipping her lemon water, “I love the Merc, when did you get it?”.

Another thing he loved about suki. She always knew how to carry a conversation, never afraid to start one up or ask questions, “uh I got it around six months ago or so.”

“It’s beautiful. Why white though? I remember you said black cars are top tier” she chuckled, crossing her legs over.

He smiled, he’d never admit that every car he owns is either in white or a red satin wrap, all because she’d always say how beautiful those specific colours are, “just needed a change. You can drive her back if you want?”.

The waitress served their food, her eyes closing as she smelled the delicious food in front of her, laying a napkin on her laps, “oh you are so gonna regret offering that.”

The conversation flowed over dinner, somehow an hour turned into two and two turned into three. Both of them laughing and reminiscing their teenage days.

“I did mean to give back every penny I took from you suki. I mean it. When you left, I couldn’t figure myself out. I believed you’d be back, that any day you’d come back to the house and after a year I finally was able to work on myself. I went to college, got my degrees and suddenly I found out my father appointed me as the ceo after his death. I was scared. And at that moment, the only thing that kept me sane was thinking of you.”

Suki smiled softly at him, her eyes mimicking her smile, “I know kook, it’s history now. Don’t worry about it.”

Dinner went well, and by the time suki could even think about it, their time was at an end as she pulled into the spot beside her own car. Suddenly her chest felt heavy. She realised just how much Jungkook has grown as a person, he’s no longer that troubled young boy. He’s grown to be a mature man, responsible and caring. His heart was always at the right place, his mind was a little behind, but it seems as though he’s paced it to its right timing. He finally caught up.

███ 40% *___*

It was a sunny day when Jungkook unexpectedly came to her work place. All eyes on him as he walked confidently towards Suki’s office. He looked amazing as he tapped gently on her door before entering her room. A white button up, undone at his chest and sleeves rolled up, hands In the pockets of his black dress pants. Tattooed arm perfectly contrasting him.

He walked towards her desk, his lips pulling into a soft smirk, “you look great.”

She wasn’t dressed amazingly, a simple white pencil skirt hugging her curves perfectly, along side a lacy cami top and a light and airy blouse. Gold watch on her wrist and pearl earrings framing her face. It was a basic but comfortable outfit. Still he thought she looked perfect.

“As do you,” she smiled “to what do I owe the pleasure?”.

He chuckled softly as he sat down on the chair in-front of her desk, legs crossed and hands intertwined right below his lower stomach, “care to go with me to a charity event slash party?”.

She was surprised, sure of herself that he moved on to someone else, which begged her question, “what about your girlfriend?”.

He looked off in the distance with squinted eyes and a tilt of his head, exhaling a deep breath through his nose as if in deep thought, “I have a girlfriend?”.

She rolled her eyes in amusement, “I’m sure you have someone better to take to an important event than me.”

“And who says you aren’t the expectation?”

Suki sighed, slumping in her chair as her left hand rested on her stomach, “i am not the standard, kook. I am just an overworked employee, I’m not a business woman or someone of high title.”

He tiled his head to the side like a lost puppy, “you are to me.”

This flustered suki. Her cheeks burning with a light shade of pink as he leaned across her desk, his eyes turning serious and dark as they floundered over her face.

“I would only be the most confident man if I have you along my side.”

That is what ultimately made her accept his offer. That soul reason is why she is panicking over an outfit, throwing everything out of her closet to find something of any sorts of acceptable. She owned nothing of higher standard; all either basic or too skimpy.

Her panic was cut short when a knock resounded in her apartment, her brows furrowing in confusion as she walked to her entrance door. There stood her coworker and best friend, with a box from Norma Kamali. And a smaller one from Christian Louboutin. The frown on her face deepened.

“You’re confused?” Her coworker whined childishly, “I’m confused”.

“Oh get over yourself Jimin!”

“Bro this is like 2K in a box!”

She rolled her eyes, “why are here with this?”

His brows pulled into a frown, “Jungkook sent me here with this.”

She gasped an ‘oh my god’ before pulling Jimin into her apartment by by his tie. She set the boxes on her circular table, staring at them as if they’d explode, “you have got to be kidding me!”

“Well im no-“

Before Jimin could finish his sentence , Suki was already calling Jungkook as his eyes widened. He mimed to her to cut the call of desperately as she ignored him.

“Jungkook, I can’t accept this. I’m send it back with Jimin.”

His voice came through the other side of the phone, “it’s not returnable Suki, I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

“He hung up on me! The asshole hung up on me!”

“This man sends you like basically thousands in a box and you call him an asshole? You’re truly one of a kind Ki”.

“I just don’t get why he’d do that! What an idiot honestly.”

After ushering her to put the dress and heels on, Jimin waited patiently, picking at the different variations of fruits in her wooden basket. Suki’s apartment was cozy. Warm vanilla like painted walls, her living room was separated by just one kitchen island that connected her countertops. The paint in the kitchen was a brighter shade, almost lemon like. Everything went under the aesthetics, a strawberry littered clock, manual one. Her fridge magnets were either lemons limes or strawberries. The cabinets a glassy white, counters marble. It was a beautiful place, one where Jimin always felt cozy, warm and at home. Especially her white soft couch with way too many pillows.

Her baskets on the counter were always filled with fresh fruit; grapes, apples, bananas, strawberries, kiwis etc. there was a cute heart shaped bowl, which contained his favourite treats. Toffee covered nuts, chocolate bars, hersheys and all unhealthy teeth rotten goodness. Suki was an amazing cook too! Her food always tasted glorious, either sweet/spicy or simply heaven like. She always baked when she could, and she could bake about anything. Breads, cakes, muffins, you name it, suki would probably do it in a heartbeat.

But despite being an amazing person externally, Suki was also probably the most endearing soul ever. Her heart could never take another souls suffering, always there to comfort. Even if she didn’t have the right words to say, she’d always let someone.. anyone, take her shoulder to cry on. Despite it all, people hurt her anyway, like her previous boyfriend. It didn’t last long, but he hurt her feelings so quickly. Sleeping with her best friend of many years. That day, Jimin spent all day and night with her. Jimin knows her like the back of his hand, he can almost always predict when she’s about to get her period, or when she’s about to get her random energy excretes.

Jimin also knows how much she cares about pretty much everything. The plants on her window sill always hydrated adequately. He remembers the time she found a bunny in the mouth of a neighbours dog, cutting Jimin short of his rant and helping the creature immediately. Unlike many, she wasn’t scared or perhaps even slightly disgusted. No. Instead she was tremendously worried. She took the bunny home, cleaned it’s wounds and got advice from a vet. After a short while, when ‘berry’ was better and healed, she released the bunny back to the wild. Or the time she noticed a bumble bee having trouble flying because it’s wings got wet by swimming into her cup. She’d sat the bee on her leg and let it dry until it flew away by itself, Jimin kept staring at her, afraid that one wrong move and she’d get stung… alas she didn’t.

When she came out of the room, his world stopped. She looked absolutely stunning. From her makeup, to her hair to her outfit. She pulled everything off so easily. Her dress was form fitting, satin and hugging every perfect crevice of her body. The red was vibrant under her darker caramel skin tone and the gold necklace and shoes enhancing the pink undertones in her skin. She was fabulous.

“The shoes are jimmy choo’s… and the dress is Norma kamali I believe.”

Jimin’s plumb lips separated, “well you look gorgeous.”

“I feel like amazing in this.. the quality is superb chim!”

She sounded excited, and she deserved to be so. Everyone around her knew how beautiful she was, how gentle and caring she is. She deserved every good there was, Jimin firmly believed so. No matter what.

On the way to the event, suki felt more than nervous. Her skin though gleaming and glittery, was sweating buckets. Her hands slightly shaky and heart beating about a hundred miles per second. It wasn’t because it was probably the most handsome man ever attending with her, but he’s just not the same one as she used to know and love. Not that he’s changed for the worse, on the contrary, he’s done everything she only hoped he would have. Kook, kept his promise.

Jungkook never was a bad guy. He’s always had the best at heart. He was just a lost boy, a boy who was caught up in a messy life style not by his own choices. He’s had a rough life, a rough start, perhaps that is why they were madly and deeply in love. Maybe it was the way it was written in the stars for both of them. They fit like a puzzle, like corner to corner, Solid.

Standing outside the event now, with her dress barely doing anything to keep her warm, she looked around. Dancing eyes trying to find the handsome man in question. Her heart began to sank the more she looked around and couldn’t find him. Her stomach twisting and knotting in an almost painful ache. It was the warm touch of someone’s palm on the small of her back that made her jump a little, effectively distracting her.

He stood beside her, in all his beautiful glory. He was dressed far too fine, albeit he always looked too good. He dressed in black pants and a navy button up, and in true Jungkook style, the first few buttons left open, giving her a glimpse of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up and the gold watch he’s worn before caught her attention. He smelled amazing too, a spicy woody fragrance paired with cotton and coconut undertones.

“You know,” his arm snaked around her waist, beginning to stroll casually towards the entrance, “you’re putting every woman and man in there to shame? That’s quiet mean Suki.”

She chortled, the chuckle always pleasing to the man as he looked down at her with a wide grin, she didn’t quite catch his expression as instead, she was looking down at her feet, “you’re being too nice.”

Her body was pressed to his side, his warmth welcoming. He looked up to the dark sky, his free hand coming up to rest on his lips in deep faux thought, “no, I’m just honest.”

She scoffed amusingly, manicured fingers picking at her clutch bag, “thank you for the dress, it’s beautiful.”

“I have never invested in something so successful.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she ignored it. Smiling to herself a little. The night was beautiful, and she loved every second she was with him. He was still so bright, maybe even brighter. He was the happiest she’s ever seen him, truly the best version of himself and that, that fulfilled her.

It was bound to come up, she knew that. Her overthinking last night has prepared her for this moment, yet still her heart broke somehow even more than yesterday, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d leave. I shouldn’t have expected that of you anyway, you had every right to leave, but it was a wake up call for me too. So now, I’m in a position I can give you back the money I took from you.”

She could see the pain behind his eyes as he sat on the chair across her, swirling his wine in his glass. She cleared her throat, her fingers picking at each other in her lap, her voice soft as she began, “it was never about the money, and it will never be. I left because I couldn’t watch someone I loved so much ruin themselves, but, I also had to prioritise myself. I had to get out of there and help myself. During those times, I tried to help you so much it eventually began killing me too, everything I did, every job I worked, every plan I made, it was all for us. Because I wanted us. I wanted my future with you. But I never had that influence on you, to actually help you the way I thought I was. I think, instead I was making it worse for you, because just like me, everything you did, was for us. For me. In the end, all our efforts, were only killing us.”

The way his eyes locked with hers made shivers crawl down her spine, her heart pick up its pace and her head feel light, “If,” he began, “if I asked you to give us, our younger selfs too, the chance to fix what we had, would you agree?”.

Her lips dried, and her eyes felt as though there was shards of glass in them, however, somewhere in the lump inside her throat, she found her voice, “if they,” she swallowed thickly, “If we, did try again, we’d have to go slow, very slow.”

“You would pick the pace.”

“Just slow, little by little.”

“Okay.”

████ 60% *___* | a month later

“Jungkook,” he chuckled behind her, his hands still on her eyes as he walked behind her, ultimately leading the way for both of them, “im a little nervous not gonna lie.”

“Just trust me okay?”

She sighed, trusting him with pretty much everything and anything. Between the charity event and now, everything between them was not exactly as they said. It wasn’t that everything was moving too fast or too slow, matter of fact it wasn’t moving. Almost as if they hit the rewind button on their relationship, everything they had before was restored, just a lot more better. Like an update with fixed bugs and better versions. It was fun, it was simple but it was everything they’d die for.

The dates were getting crazier and crazier, from fine dining to jet helicopter flights over their town. It was everything she didn’t need to survive, but everything she throughly loved and appreciated from him. He was the little eye of her life now as was she to him. It wasn’t something that could ever break, she was sure if that.. always.

“Ready baby?”

Adjusting to the bright sun, her eyes squinted for a second. Until a boat came into her sight. It was large. White and beautiful. On the edge of its nose was her name written in pink ‘suki’. He named the damned boat after her, it was only natural for her eyes to well up with tears and her lips turned into the little pout he absolutely loved kissing away.

“Do you like it?” He asked her as pecked another sweet kiss on her lips.

“I love it.” She sobbed softly. “I love you.”

His heart stopped, exploding in shards of glitter and all things happy. He damn near fainted, “you love me?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tip toeing to reach his lips and wrap them in the most divine kiss ever, “I love you.”

“I love you”.

█████ 80% *___*

Before she knew it, half a year past and she was moving in with him and his huge dog bam. Not that she was complaining because she absolutely adored bam. She loved him more than she loved herself. But despite it all, bam is a highly energetic dog, knocking her down with the box she was carrying when he ran right into her.

“Bam!” Jungkook yelled, quickly setting the other boxes down to help her.

“I’m fine!! He didn’t hurt me, he’s just high energy right now.”

As he helped her up his face told her that he was thinking deeply, as bam stood behind her on deep guard, “he’s been a lot more stand off’ish beside you now. He’s so protective of you, I’m beginning to believe he loves you more than me.”

Suki chuckled, pecking Jungkook cheek quickly as she ran her palm down her sides to dust off her sundress, she began bending down to pick up her box before stopping mid way, “I don’t think bam could ever love you more than anyone else.”

That wasn’t a lie, the dog was like jungkooks tail, wherever Jungkook went you could almost be certain bam followed. He was an imprint of Jungkooks character and Suki learned that quite quickly.

It started with bam following suki for small distances, from the living room to the kitchen, watching her closely as she would unpack stuff, wash them and organise them neatly around their new home. Then it rapidly became more protective. He followed her everywhere, tangling between her feet as she’d walk. He’d even guard her bathroom door as she’d do her business or even shower.

“Bam, chill im alright” Suki giggled as she sat on the couch, robe tight and cozy around her body as she snuggled into her boyfriends side.

The dog laid its head on her lap, looking straight into Suki’s eyes and whimpering, “kook maybe somethings wrong with him? Maybe he’s sick? Should we get him to a vet?”.

Jungkook sighed, brows scrunched and lips slightly pouted, “he seems fine, he’s eating, playing and generally normal aside from being attached to your hip 24/7.”

Jungkook had a point, the more suki kept an eye on the dog, the more she recognised that he truly was fine, he was just a lot more involved in her life than ever. He won’t let Jungkook touch her waist anymore, everything else is fine. He’s always on high alert, just like the time she screamed in the bathroom because she saw a spider and he came rushing in with Jungkook, with bared teeth and hunting posture.

Suki began to pay more attention to the way he was acting around her. When she’d come home, normally, he’d jump all over her, but recently he’s only been coming around her, letting her pet him while he’d sniff her belly. From time to time he’d nudge her stomach, lay his head on it or move his head side to side, whimpering.

It only became apparent to Suki when Jungkook and she were sitting on the couch, devouring the Krispy Kreme she’d begged Jungkook to get her because she was having cravings.

“You know,” he started, wiping his hands with a tissue, “I read somewhere that uh, dogs can sense when a woman is going through changes…”

She raised her brows, “changes?”

He nodded his head towards bams direction, the dogs head leaned against her belly. Suki’s eyes widened.

“Surely you don’t believe im pregnant?”

“Well… you are late on your period.”

Suddenly, everything became very clear to her. It made her nausea, the doughnut suddenly felt like the plague and she felt dizzy. It was only a matter of time before she rushed to the bathroom throwing up. She weren’t sure wether it was the realisation or wether it was the symptoms. Either or, suki agreed with Jungkook to get a pregnancy test.

She freshened up by the time Jungkook came home with three tests. She took all of them at the same time, pacing the bathroom with her heart beating a thousand miles an hour, bam sat beside her whimpering and sniffing as finally the timer on her phone rang. Both Suki and Jungkook immediately going for the tests.

“Positive.”

██████ 100% *___*

Suki always hoped that sometime, she’d reunite with Jungkook, maybe even become friends if the timing was right. What she got in return, was a lot more than that. Bringing home their first born son made her smile brighter than the morning sun. It was truly amazing how much someone could change within a couple of years. And just how destiny can truly transform someone’s life. She’d never imagined being this successful. Being engaged to her first true love and welcoming a life of their love and hopes. It was truly amazing.

She stretched with a yawn as bam came out of his bed, carefully approaching the baby he has protected while it was still living inside of you. He sniffed him, before laying beside the car seat and laying his head just on the edge of it. Immediately making you at the peace.

This was all you ever needed. A home, love and a family.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

- a/n: enjoy and excuse any typos.

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 !!

Part 6 of like a moth to a flame;

FWM- J.J.K.

*teaser*

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His brows furrow, he squats to your level, forehead against yours his hands cupping your face as he closes his eyes, “do you really fuck with me or no? Do you trust me enough? Do you love me like I love you Y/N?”

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Please be patient with me while I write this! I truly haven’t been doing to well since the summer, and it’s even becoming worse these days. I apologise for literally being so dry 24/7! <3

ꕥFWM - J.J.K ꕥ

PAIRING: Jungkook x F!reader

SERIES: like a moth to a flame.

SUMMARY: “do you really fuck with me or no? Do you trust me enough? Do you love me like I love you Y/N”

WARNINGS: bit of arguing, self doubts, about forgive cheating, angst, fluff, smut, fingering, cum eating, multiple orgasms, they joined the mile high club lol, mirror sex, unprotected sex (please don’t), tummy bulging. I think that’s it lol.

previously… next…

You had hoped this wouldn’t have happened. You trusted him enough to believe he wouldn’t screw you over like that. That he wouldn’t ever hurt you this much, but, maybe you truly are too naive? Because time and time again, you end up getting hurt. Even by the people you believed loved you.

But doubting yourself like this, comparing yourself to other women because of a man, you truly can’t believe you let yourself stoop so low because of him. Sure you love him, maybe a little too much, and maybe that’s why it hurts so fucking much, but you thought you had your heart wrapped in bubble wrap. Protecting it from breaking again, and here we go, Job failed. Maybe you should slap a ‘fragile’ sticker on top of it as well.

The rain seemed to be pour out of a bucket as you walked the streets of Boston, unsure of where you are or where you’re going. Eventually, you found a small cafe, stopping inside to grab a hot mocha and think.

Perhaps, he wasn’t lying? Was he telling the truth or is that just your wishful thinking? What if he did sleep with that woman? What does that mean?

You loved him so much it was practically suffocating you. Every single inch of your soul ached for his company every minute of every day. If almost burned you painfully when he wasn’t connected to you in some type of way. Everyday that you wouldn’t be with him, was like you’ve been the sickest you could be. Deathly sick. It was nauseating being away from him.

The way he’d touch your skin, his finger tips trailing your delicate flesh so gently, minimally running his fingers up and down. The way his kisses would be so gentle but so rough, leaving purple bruises in the wake of his pillow-like lips. His mouth was dirty, so dirty, he’d tell you all the things he’d love to do to you, while his fingers would be dipping inside of you. He’d edge you closer and closer. Tell you how beautiful you’d look when you were in your most natural state, moaning, sweaty and flushed underneath him. He’d tell you how much he loved kissing you, how much he adored your skin, how good you were. His body would melt into your skin while he’d be thrusting into you so deeply you could feel him in your cervix, and still, he’d tell you how gorgeous you looked while you’d come. He’d tell you how your eyes glisten and how he could get lost in them.

It drove you insane, he drove you insane. He wasn’t meant to ever become this precious to you. This close and personal. You were never meant to fall in love with him, fuck.

Yet here you are, walking back to the hotel. Coming to terms with the fact that you’d push aside your own pain and ego, just to keep having him close. Just to make him yours. Just to keep feeling that ecstatic feeling every time he’d kiss you. It was a drug stronger than fentanyl. Than cocaine, than heroine. Anything. Love, was the drug that truly would fuck you up.

Standing in front of the door, you suck in a deep breath, dripping wet, you enter the room to a disorientated Jungkook.

You’re not sure how you woke up to only argue with him again. Still here you are, with your phone in hand, realising he actually was telling you the truth. He truly was only helping his friend out and for some reason that made you so upset.

But no body was as upset as Jungkook right now. Standing in front of you in nothing more than grey sweatpants. Shirtless and angry.

“I don’t understand how you could just leave like that? You didn’t even have half the mind to text even Minho to say you’re okay, or that you’re taking a walk? You had me going crazy, shit don’t you get it?” He says desperately.

You bite your lip, for once lost for words.

“I love you so much I was about to go out and leave everything behind just to find you. I was going to call everyone I knew around here to help find you, fuck can’t you see that I see no point without you?”

“Jungkook what are you saying? You’re telling me you love but how can you blame? We went from friendly to hating each other to sex, you gave me no clue that you’d even remotely love me. How was I suppose to know?”

“So me spending everyday with you, giving you my entire attention, being mesmerised by you didn’t tell you that I could at least have a crush on you? All the roses the teddies the gifts the fact that no other person had even half of the attention I was giving you, not even my sister, was not a sign?”

You sigh, running your hand through your hair, you really fucked up huh?

“I’m sorry.”

His brows furrow, he squats to your level, forehead against yours his hands cupping your face as he closes his eyes, “do you really fuck with me or no? Do you trust me enough? Do you love me like I love you Y/N?”

You nod, your hands wrapping around his wrists, “I love you even more Jungkook.”

Going back home was depressing. A whole different vibe to when you arrived in Boston. Though you’ve mended things with Jungkook, you don’t particularly think this will be an easy fix. Nor do you think anything will be the same, not after you both confessed to your feelings. It’d be weird to just ignore all that happened and just go back to what you were

Not to mention, you’d have to explain everything to yeji and just that thought makes you feel nauseas.

Jungkook sat beside you in the backseat of the van, black puffer coat on his upper half, paired with a with a black oversized short with a white turtleneck underneath and his baggy cargo pants. His accessories, the silver gun in particular, was your recent gift to him. As well as the rings on his fingers. You weren’t dressed as nicely, a basic white cropped puffer coat that had a hoodie lined with faux fur, underneath though, you wore your baby pink long sleeve but skin tight shirt, your pants were the most general white tracksuits. You wore a beanie on top of your head because you genuinely felt like you were going to freeze to death. Even in your basic outfit, he reminded you how beautiful you looked, and it made you feel guilty, because you didn’t have the trust in him, even if he gave you no reason to distrust him. Your trust issues were getting in the way, and sure, before everything, before this, it used to be a silly little joke. Not anymore though.

You realise now you have a lot of shit to work through. You hadn’t realised how messed up you were, really. This situation opened up your eyes and as you follow him to sit across him for breakfast before going to the airport, you sigh, mentally fighting yourself wether you should bring this issue up now, or perhaps when you get home and get settled, you’re not sure how much more disagreeing both of you can take. You’re really tired of it.

“Look at me,” his voice was gentle, dripping honey as he spoke to you, “no more running out on each other, let’s have a little more trust in each other hm? Let’s hear each other out before we jump to conclusions and work on this together. This wasn’t all your fault either. I messed up to.”

You closed your eyes in a silent plea to stop blaming himself, your heart clenching the more you realise how you must have really hurt him, “the truth is, you haven’t. You did nothing wrong, on the contrary actually, you did everything right. You took care of a friend who needed you, especially a woman who needed someone she could trust to get her home safely and you did just that. And I couldn’t be more proud of you, I’m sorry I reacted like that. Im sorry Jungkook.”

He licked his pierced lip, nodding his head gently, “no biggie, just promise me one thing.”

You nodded immediately, beginning to take your gloves off, “anything.”

“Don’t ever leave me like that again. Don’t just disappear on me. Matter of fact, just don’t leave my side ever.”

Your eyes soften, heart beating faster than a bulletin train, “I promise.”

“Then why are you still sitting there?, come here.” His arms opened wider, welcoming you to his side.

You sat beside him, curling up into his side as his arm dropped around you. If a doctor put a stethoscope to your chest right now they’d be getting a crash cart In seconds. Your heart was erratic, jumping, running, sprinting, cartwheeling around in your chest as his lips connected to yours for a sweet and gentle kiss. Sure, you’re slowly patching things up. But that doesn’t mean everything is alright, nothing is alright until you truly discuss what’s going on between you. What you want to do about it, and finally telling Yeji. It won’t be ok until then.

Still, it’s better than being silent towards each other.

Still your thoughts chased you, even while you were sat beside him in the plane. Your mind never shut off, it was constantly on repeat. Naming things that are wrong with you, slowly realising you’ve been hurting Jungkook without even realising it. The times you’d roll your eyes at him when he’d tell you, that you’re the most important person in life right now along side his sister. The times you’d ignore him protecting you for own good, just like he tried protecting you against Jimin. All the times you wouldn’t trust him. The times you’d always choose Yeji over him.

Fuck, you were so incredibly guilty.

Taking his hand in yours, you bring it up to your mouth, planting little kisses on it a million times, hugging his bicep closer to you as if you could mend the pain you caused him. Realistically, that’s impossible. If you knew sooner, the way your stupid self was affecting him. You’d have apologised sooner. He slept peacefully beside you, nose blushed pink along with his cheeks, eyelashes long and curly, and his lips were a bit dry, but you blame the cold weather for his soft pillowy lips turning this way because yours are also incredibly dry and chapped.

A couple hours in and Jungkook is wide awake, staring at you as you slowly wake up. His hand still in yours, albeit not held onto as tightly anymore. Still his smile widens as you fully look at him now, confused on why he has the mischievous glint In his eyes.

“I’m even in your dreams huh? Was I as good as I am in reality baby?” He smirked to himself as his nose buried in your hair.

Like a deer caught in headlights, your cheeks flushed, eyes round and big “what?”

“Be a good girl and meet me In the bathroom in five minutes hm?”

You watched him walk away, still shocked at what he meant. Well you knew what he meant you were just shocked. Still you checked your watch waiting another two minutes before you went to the bathroom eyes scanning the rows of people in case any of them knew, most were asleep some were too busy reading.

Knocking the door opens and you were snatched inside almost instantly. His lips were desperate on your own, practically bruising. You kissed back full force, back against the door as his hand skimmed the rim of your sweatpants, gentle and ghostly on your skin before his hand followed down, pulling your thong to the side as his fingers dipped between your lips, feeling just how soaked you were, dripping down your own thigh and it drove him mad.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned, “what am I gonna do with you mhm?”

You whimpered, hands balled into fists around his black shirt desperate to feel him inside of, rubbing your thighs together as your core tingled, desperately looking for relief.

“Please Kook, I need you to fill me up.”

Your pants were down your legs in seconds. And your body was pressed against the sink, the mirror hanging right in front of you showing you just how desperate you were. His body behind you as he positioned your body, your ass sticking out, and his cock dragged up and down between your folds, pulling little moans out of you. Your core practically screamed for him, tingling as if there were a hundred million butterfly’s there.

The tip of his cock stretched you out, and it already had you whimpering, falling apart as he whined a barely audible “damn” under his breath.

Jungkook set the pace rough and animalistic from the start. He wasn’t messing around. He hit that sweet spot inside you over and over, his larger hands tangled with yours over the edge of the skin, his body flush against your back as he fucked you so good, he looked back at you in the mirror, smirking.

“Look at yourself baby, look how fucking beautiful you are.. shit” he groaned as you clenched around him, your pussy throbbing around his fat cock as it pounded inside of you, his hand came up to grab onto your jaw forcing you to looking back at him in the mirror, “do you see it? How fucking perfect you are? That’s my girl”.

You moaned a bit too loud, his hand covering your mouth as he raised you to almost stand, flush against his chest as he began thrusting slower but so fucking deep. He brought the hand that was over yours towards your lower stomach, making you feel him thrusting in and out of you. He was balls deep, hitting every tiny nerve and you knew it was going to be messy, so messy. A few more deep thrusts and you cum around him, forming a white sticky juice around his cock as it dragged in and out, running around his fat dick and it was enough for him to shoot his load up inside you.

“Shit, my perfect little whore hm?”

“Yes.”

You winced as he pulled out, leaving an empty feeling inside of you. And you missed him already, clenching around nothing but rather spilling his cum out of you. He dropped to his knees, watching as it made a mess of your swollen pussy, and he’s not quite sure what possessed him, but he latched onto your cunt within seconds, licking you up and making you gasp at the over stimulation as his tongue lapped around your pussy, sucking and twirl on your clit before dragging his tongue inside your hole and your legs shook as you came down once again, shocked at his behaviour. Your hands tightly wrapped around his black hair.

“What the fuck.”

It was too late for this, but still, just as you entered Yejis apartment she immediately threw herself at you, hugging you as if she hasn’t seen you for years. You hugged her back, smiling from ear to ear. damn the woman’s strong she had you In a tight ass grip you could barely breathe.

As she sat you down at the couch you shared a look with Jungkook, knowing that at some point she’ll need to find out and for some reason it leaves your stomach in a twist. Afraid she’ll hate your guts for falling for her brother.

Still, he smirked at you as he went into his room, and you knew that little rendezvous in the plane was just the beginning to what he had in store for you and it made a shiver run down your back.

Eyes focusing on yeji ranting about something, your mind was on other things though it looked like you gave her your undivided attention and it was kinda mean of you but at the same time, you really didn’t want to hurt yeji.

Anyone, but Yeji.

A/N: sorry the chapters seem so short 😩 enjoy!!!

・❥・SHOOT! || JEON JUNGKOOK ・❥・

Pairing: Jungkook x fem!reader.

Series: like a moth to a flame.

Summary: there’s never really a guide book on how to keep two important people in your life happy at the same time. Is there?

Warnings: sad, break ups, disloyalty, cancer diagnosis, idk? Just not a very happy chapter tbh. Stick with me though! Short chapter!

PREVIOUSLY… NEXT…

“I just don’t think the best way to tell her is by throwing her surprise party like she’s finding out the gender of her unborn child.” You sighed, going back to suck on the straw of your empty milkshake.

Jungkook swapped his Oreo milkshake for your empty kinder bueno one. He’s noticed when you’re super stressed or anxious you generally snack away on sugar mindlessly. Not that it’s a bad thing or something, he just finds it endearing.

“Maybe we can just not tell her…” you suggest, gulping down the Oreo milkshake like it’s your mission.

“So she can later bury us alive when she finds out?” He cringes.

Yeji would never. She’s too kind hearted to ever hurt anybody in any type of way and if her emotions do take a toll on her, she’s never the one to not apologise about it if she was in the wrong. Yeji is too smart. Too compassionate and sincere. It’d be silly to think she’d ever dehumanise you for dating her brother.

“Do you think she’ll be disgusted with me for dating her stinky brother?”

“How am I ‘stinky’” he pouts.

“Babe, you leave all your clothes everywhere, whether they’re fresh or not. I keep finding your socks all over my apartment, not to mention you like to just change outfits within seconds. Like I iron your decided outfit and make sure it looks perfect and then you’re all like ‘mmm no, the whites too muted” you rolled your eyes groaning.

His mouth opened in surprise. Doe eyes looking scandalised, “that’s only because you also change your outfit ideas last second! ‘Oh the glitter reflects different in this dress than on my shoes.”

It wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. The fight between Jungkook and Yeji was starting to escalate and you didn’t exactly know how to stop it or help. So you stood in the corner, balling up and trying your hardest not to crumble because you knew. You knew now more than ever. If she doesn’t agree to this, if she finds it weird or odd or whatever. There’s no way you can keep this going. Even if you love him more than yourself. Yeji is your best friend and even if technically you don’t need her blessing to date Jungkook, it’s morally wrong. You’ve sworn to her since childhood that you’d never date her brother.

“Why am I not allowed to be with someone that makes me happy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Because,” she would yell back an octave higher and suddenly it felt like you were a small kid and your parents were arguing all over again “because she is my person. She’s the one I befriended before you. Because she’s the only thing I have aside from you. I can’t let this happen. If you break up and I have to choose sides it’ll be the end for me. I won’t have you, I won’t have her. I won’t have anyone. Jungkook please,” she practically sobbed

“I’ve never said this before because I always hated it, but kook. Please. I have given you everything I had through out our life. I protected you. I loved you. I was there for you when our parents weren’t there for us. I gave you a piece of myself day by day, night by night because you are the only thing I had in life because I love you. I’m younger and I have surrounded my life around you. You were my hero, not dad, not mom, you. You were the man I loved first, ever. You were the man I wrote about in class. The man I imagined had a cape when I was growing up and was my hero,” you stood in the corner, crying silently, head down not able to even glance at yeji.

“Jungkook please.”

It was silent. All the tension, all the life sucking energy was hung in the hair as if it was a hair strand away from breaking into absolute chaos. You’ve realised then, that both of them stared at you. Jungkook had some sort of hope in his eyes, but he looked like he was two seconds away from throwing up too. Yeji was a sobbing mess. And it finally sank in. Nothing would ever go back to anything it ever was before. Ever. Not with yeji, not with Jungkook.

You licked your drying lips and bit onto the lower one, fiddling with the keys in your hands, looking at your feet before you realised it was hopelessly. You’d end up hurting either one of them in the end. The only thing you could do was remove yourself completely. Away from yeji and away from Jungkook. They’re more likely to forgive each other and yeji would definitely find friends. It was a losing fight for you any choice you made and if you knew you could at least give them a shot to fix their relationship, you’d hurt yourself just to keep both of them happy. They’d mend their hurt.

From the beginning this was destined for failure. From the petty fight with Jungkook to the sex to finally falling in love with him. It was all just building up to this. The fights that put a strain on your friendship with yeji, the sneaking around, the dishonesty. There was no going back at this point. You couldn’t fix it anymore. You were being selfish the minute you reciprocated the kiss with Jungkook that very night. It was all just going to go down the drain and you knew it was. That’s the thing. Yet you did because you couldn’t help how amazing it felt. To love Jungkook, to have him with you. Exactly, where it brings you now.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I can’t do this.”

You left the apartment in a rush, wiping your tears and hoping this pain would subside. Hoping you’d ever forgive yourself. The way both their faces dropped, the hurt and despair in Jungkooks eyes. Yejis eyes widening and jaw dropping as if someone just stabbed her in the guts. It had you so nausea you were seconds away from throwing up. The second the elevator opened you dashed outside, not so gracefully throwing up beside the door. Not that there’s any graceful way of throwing up.

Walking through the rain had all the memories rushing through you. From the first fight, where you couldn’t even look Jungkook in the eye, to the sex, to the moment you finally felt the love for him, to the fight when you were away to now. It was painful. This walk happened more than you’d ever liked for it to happen. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to choose. You just couldn’t. Because you loved Yeji, from growing up with her and matching outfits to school with little pigtails and matching clips, to starting high school together and walking in with your hands clasped together like two toddlers. To entering college. From heart breaks to success.

But you also loved Jungkook. He was always in the background of whatever you and Yeji did, he was always there to support and lift you when you fell down. He’s always loved you in no way any other man could ever. You knew that. Even when you didn’t pay attention to him. Even when you’d tease and ignore him. He always loved you. He was always there to protect you. It was breaking your heart bit by bit. You knew he was the man you saw a future with. The man you saw buying your first house with and having his kids. He was your universe. Your future. But you couldn’t do this to Yeji.

What is the point of being with him if you’d put a strain between yourself and yeji? If you took away his sister from him. She swore she’d never, ever speak to him again if you did continue dating each other and that was enough to prove to you that you never wanted to hurt any of them the way you knew it would if you decided in the moment that you chose Jungkook. Because even if you fought for both of them, it would have never been the same. At least now, you could still remain at least friendly with both of them without hurting them any further, or more painfully.

You didn’t want to be cruel. And maybe you were by the way you left. But you wouldn’t ever forgive yourself if you sabotaged their relationship for yours. So you decided to screw yourself up.

Sometimes, that just the way life is.

You finally agreed to have coffee with Jungkook. Just a simple coffee and nothing more. Even though it’s been two months, the tension is still high with Yeji. She hasn’t spoken much to Jungkook aside from the odd little conversation. Jungkook would come over plenty of times, to check up on her, and each time he’d come over, she’d be curled up on the couch, with the same dull expression in her face.

“you were the one who screwed this up Jungkook. The second you decided to fuck my best friend.” She’d always remind him.

It was the bitter truth, though. Because he is the reason why Yeji doesn’t smile as often anymore, or isn’t her bubbly self anymore. She always alone, aside from when Jungkook comes to her place and stays with her for a few nights, she has no one else. She always had you and that was enough for her. He’s screwed it up though. Big time. He fell in love with someone who was meant to be off limits. Someone his sister loved even more.

You sit across him with an odd expression. He has always been able to at least guess what you were thinking, today however, he can’t. Your eyes looked stoic. Empty. You showed no form of emotion on your face. You just sat with your legs crossed over the other and your hands mimicked your legs, loosely hanging of the edges. You were dressed smart, white dress pants and a white jacket with gold little buttons, a white button up underneath and white pumps. You were practically like a statue in front of him, a gorgeous one though.

Even in the state that you were, pale, dark circles under your eyes and void of any kind of emotion, you still managed to be the most beautiful woman in the room.

He swallow rather uncomfortably, his Adam’s apple bopping with the action. He looked nervous, his leg kept bouncing and his eyes were were everywhere but you. He’d look at you for a split second and then focus his gaze elsewhere. It wasn’t fun watching struggle like this.

He didn’t look bad. His skin was tanned and glowing, he must of gotten a haircut recently, perhaps an undercut? He was dressed like the usual him, baggy clothes. Comfortable. He still managed to look mesmerising and you were kicking yourself for even thinking like that, for letting your heart skip a beat any time you’d catch his gaze. For letting your skin form goosebumps every time you’d get a whiff of his scent reminding you of where you felt the safest. Most of all hating yourself because you came here to ask about Yeji. Not simp over the man that never leaves your head. The one singular man that has your heart breaking every day even more.

It was sick. What love can do to someone. It can test every single nerve in one’s body, it can fuck with your brain and make you into a robot rather than a human. It was nauseating what love can do to a human body. Sure it feels nice in the moment, but once that breaking point comes, your body crashes. It hates the pain, despises the feeling of your chest crushing and squeezing your heart like it was a poor man who owed money to the mafia. Like it was the victim of the school bullies, kicked and beaten for what? For a few moments of happiness?

Yet if you had the option to click a magic button and let yourself relive the happy moments, you would. You’d abuse it. Because the euphoric feeling was addicting. It felt better than sex, it felt better than a cup of hot chocolate during a winter storm, better than any sort of reward. It was essentially like crack. It’d slowly take every ounce of the best of you, and turn everything you once adored into pain.

“How are you?” His voice was small, like a scared child testing the waters.

You blinked, your expressionless face never broke character.

“I’m okay,” you replied in a more confident voice, “how are you?”

Jungkook looked down at the table, picking at the skin around his nails. His hand brushed around the nape of his neck, awkwardly.

“I’m,” his tongue poked his cheek, “I’m trying my best.”

“How’s yej-“

“I’m worried about yeji”

Your eyebrows shot up. Everything around you seemed to freeze in place and finally, the heart you have been protecting so much from breaking any further shattered all over again. You kept calm despite the fact that tears sprung to your eyes almost immediately. It was single handedly the worst thing he could have told you. It was something you thought you prepared yourself for, but nothing can ever prepare you for the pain of your loved ones suffering.

“She doesn’t have anyone other than me. Even then she doesn’t talk to me aside asking me what I’d like to eat or drink. She has no friends. She hasn’t smiled ever since that day, she’s lost a lot of weight too. I don’t know.. I don’t know how to help her Y/N.” His voice began breaking and your heart was ready to make its way out your throat and runaway on tiny little legs screaming for a break.

“Please help her.”

You closed your eyes, looking away from him.

“Okay.”

The look in her eyes had you terrified. She looked as if she was just one step away from breaking or perhaps shooting you. She stood across the room from you with the angriest and sharpest look you have ever seen on her. She was like a lioness ready to pounce to protect her cubs and it scared you to death.

More than anything, she looked so fragile. So poorly. As if she was sick and it was making you anxious. Even weeks before the fight, she started looking sickly. She was a lot more tired than before, and coughing almost all the time. It made you wonder, if maybe she was, sick?

“Yeji?” You asked gently, “can I talk to you please?”

There was a beat of silence, “now? After you left me when I need you most? Now?” She yelled.

You bit onto your inner cheek, hanging your head in shame, “I still care about you. I’m so sorry. I love you so much and I regret ever leaving you. But I need you to talk to me.”

She began crying and it had you rushing to her, practically breaking your ankles as your grabbed her delicate body to yours, hugging her as tightly as you could. As if you could just put her in your heart and keep her forever safe. She gripped onto your jacket, sobbing into your shoulder as you ran your hand through her head. Hugging her closer to your body.

Her entire body was shaking as you held her, your heart was aching as you sat on the couch. Jungkook stood at the kitchen island, biting his lips as he watched the two of you. Hating himself for doing all this to both of you because he was so selfish about you.

“Don’t freak out please,” she began, licking her chapped lips, “I have cancer,”

Jungkook stilled, his body raised in goosebumps everything he’s ever loved, everything he’s ever protected her from, all of the worrying about her, the one thing no one can protect another from, happened. And it was like someone pulled the rug beneath his legs. He could barely breathe.

“I- I had cancer?,” she questioned, “I, um, I had surgery, a small one, to remove the tumour, it was the mole on my back, they removed it successfully. I just need a few rounds of chemo to make sure the cells are all gone and have my bloods done every couple weeks to check my marks.”

“Yeji…” your bottom lip trembled, “why didn’t you tell me before?.”

She sighed, sniffling, picking at the pillow between both of you, “because,” she shrugged, “you weren’t here much. You were away for Jungkook’s fight, and the surgery date was set on the day. I thought I could tell you when you’d come back. But then all that happened.”

“That doesn’t matter, Yeji. You are the most important to me. I would’ve dropped everything for you.”

“That’s exactly why,” she smiled sadly, “I didn’t want to stop anyone’s life for me. After all I’m fine. It wasn’t anything serious.”

You held her hand, kissing it as you leaned her into your chest. Holding her, “you’re so strong yeji. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

Jungkook sat on the other side of his sister, leaning onto her and holding her just as tightly as you held her, “I’m so sorry.”

“Guys I’m okay I promise.”

No matter what she’d tell you. You’d forever blame yourself for leaving her lonely during all this. The fact she had to be alone during the hardest days of her life was unfair. You were truly a bad friend and you wish you could go back and look at the signs. They were all there. Yet you didn’t even pay enough attention to realise it.

“I still can’t believe you touched my brother.” She fake gagged, making you chuckle.

“He’s not all that anyway.”

A/N: sorry?

MASTERLIST

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・❥・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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・❥・ Trapped Hearts || Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker!jk, stalker descriptions.

Part two: a life that’s so carefree

It’s been weeks, months even, since you broke you with him. Yet he still feels so close to you. So personal. It’s haunting the way you can feel his soft touch lingering on your skin as if he’s still around you. Maybe he is? You’ve been suspicious of this for awhile, every time you walk anywhere you feel him around. Or more like someone’s watching you. Every step you take, even in the comfort of your own home.

It’s gotten to a point where you slept with all your windows closed, blinds too. You loved having the window cracked open during the night for fresh air, but ever since you broke up with Jungkook you’ve had this eerie feeling of being watched. Your friends told you multiple times it wouldn’t be surprising if someone did stalk you, just because a lot of the men you were with before would become overly obsessed. You weren’t sure what it was that made them insane when you’d break up with them, but then again, men are truly just creatures of habit. Weak, shy and frail despite their stereotype or image. They’re emotional. Like little puppies who need constant care.

You walked home alone, the night dark and silent as you walked the familiar path towards your apartment complex. Large fluffy trees surrounding you either side of the pathway. The grass around you was wet and freshly cut, providing that that comforting smell. The street lights hued your figure in an orange cast, your features extenuated under the shade of deep amber. You looked behind your shoulder, that unsettling feeling of being watched present once again.

Your hair got caught in your reflective lipgloss, your red manicured fingers brushing them off your face. Your brows furrowed before you quickly turned to face the road ahead of you again. You wore a much simpler outfit tonight, black fishnet tights, studded with little crystals that could never outshine the sparkle In your eyes, your dress was a deep burgundy color, it looked like the velvet dress he bought you. The valley of your breasts lightly covered with the black lace hem. Your body was covered with a black leather bomber jacket, hair flowing effortlessly over your body.

You looked beautiful as always and it made him throw his head softly against the tree. Sighing to himself. Has he gone insane? He’s never been like this over anyone but you. Watching your every move, making sure you’re safe. You’re okay. It was freaky. He was freaky. It wasn’t cute, to be this obsessed with you. He was drooling just at the distant sight of you. God he was pathetic.

When you got within safe distance for him to follow you again, he wasted no time to catch up with you. He was dressed in his washed out baggy jeans, blue hoodie covering his face and posture perfectly. He still kept a good distance away from you. Still, seeing a man walking in dark clothing behind a woman who’s vulnerable, it spooked you. You walked faster, as fast as your legs could take you in your black heels. Out of instinct sharing your location with not only your friend Laura, but with Jungkook too, you knew he’d protect you if it came to it.

You: someone’s following me, a man. Call me in ten minutes. If I don’t answer after the third ring, call the police.

SEEN

Jungkook: got you b

You continue walking as fast as you could, practically breaking your ankles as you ran up the stairs of your porch. You locked the doors behind you, quickly running around the house to close all the blinds. You sat on your bed now, head in your hands. You’re too paranoid. The ringing of your phone is what makes you jump. Jungkook.

You answer the phone, his voice was low like he was whispering, “hello?”

“Hi”

“Are you okay? Did the creep stop following you?” He asks, standing directly across your bedroom window. Leaned up against the far wall, one foot up against it behind him, his hoodie still covering up most of his face as he held the phone to his ear. Eyes never leaving the silhouette of your figure pacing your room behind the blinds.

“Yeah,” you sounded panicked, “I mean I didn’t look back I just went home straight.”

Fuck, he’s such a prick.

She sat across you brows furrowed and eyes concerned, “did you report it to the police?”.

“Come on now Yuna, you know well the police don’t give a shit unless I know who the person is or have evidence.”

She nodded, stirring her cappuccino as you held your own between your palms, “so what are you going to do?”.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, full of anxiety, “I’ll share my location with you and Laura and Jk, at all times.”

He stood leaned up against the black marbled wall holding up the tall building, away from your vision still he could see you perfectly. You were inside your favourite little cafe, with Yuna of course. You talked fast, your eyes skittish as they danced around the room every few seconds, probably spooked from last night. He watched as you raised the white mug to your lips, your tongue darting out to lick the foam of your lips.

He watched you with pride, with so much love even though what he was doing right now was far beyond creepy and disgusting.

Yuna decided to walk you back to your workplace, “you need to invest in a car y/n, if worst comes to worst, you can run the creep over.”

“If only I could afford one” you chuckled lightly.

You threw yourself into work immediately upon coming to your cubicle, spending hours calculating numbers and statistics, percentages and such that one major company may need. It was exhausting, but it also stopped your brain from overthinking. Stopped you from thinking about your potential stalker, whoever it may be.

If only you could see him, know who it is. You’d kill him with your bare hands. That’s a lie, but you’d still like to believe you’d fight against the creep. Your manic working was interrupted by your co-worker tapping you on the shoulder,

“I’m sorry, there’s some guy waiting for you outside? More like demanding to speak with you.”

You frowned, a guy? The only guy you know is Jungkook. A bit afraid it might be your stalker waiting for you, to kidnap or maybe even kill you or something.

You turned to your co worker, “tae? Would you mind going down with me?”

Taehyung doesn’t question, he simply nods with sincere eyes.

The walk down to the bottom floor had your stomach doing flips, nerves running rampant as if you were willingly walking into a trap. Your heart settles down a little when you see Jungkook, leaning against a shiny white Mercedes. A new car?

“Kook? What you doing here?” You asked, voice still so sweet and soft.

“I came to bring you your new weapon.”

He holds the keys in the air, your eyes close to popping out of their sockets. You meant well when you told Jungkook you’d remain only friendly with him after the breakup, but this man must not know what friendly is.

“Thought you’d benefit better from it, if worst comes to worst you can run the creep over.”

The sentence he says is exactly, word for word, like Yunas from earlier today. It sends a little shiver down your spine but you ignore it and smile at him, “kook-“

“Shut up and take it Y/N, I owe it to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Clearly I must have done something wrong to lose a woman like you..”

“Jungkook, I broke up with you because of personal reasons. Nothing to do with you.” A lie… it was everything to do with him. His mother to be precise.

He was loaded. So were his parents and you were just a middle class girl living in your mums old home working a job that pays well.. at least for interns. Still it didn’t sit right with his mother, she kept accusing you of leeching off of him. Which was now where near the truth.

“I won’t leave until you take the keys Y/N.”

Shaking your head you take the keys, “I’m only borrowing it.”

“Sure” he laughs.

You came home early once again, only this time all the lights are on in your house. What the fuck? With a fastening heart rate you press the accelerator down, going thrice the speed limit but you couldn’t care. Not when you were two seconds away from breaking down. Doing a loop around your village you finally end up at your destination.

You knock wildly on the door, tears forming in your eyes, the door doesn’t open. No one answers, he must be asleep. The rain starts lashing, soaking the cotton dress on you printed with little lilacs. Your hair drenched in the rain. You pull the top of the vase of the little flower off, finding the key to his fancy apartment. You waste no time entering his home without his permission. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind anyway.

The place is dark, not a single light on. You turned the hallway lights on, “Jungkook? It’s me Y/N”.

You run around the apartment, turning on every light on your way. Nothing. Finally, you enter his room. You turn the light on, nobody’s there once again. You take a look at the room, it was messy, some type of pictures laying scattered all over the floor. You bend down, sniffling they’re just selfies of him. You smiled softly at the picture of him with his head against a tree in the dark of night “weirdo”.

You sniffled again, you’re definitely getting sick. You raised yourself back onto your feet. Walking around his room and cleaning up the scattered papers and pictures until you find his opened laptop. Your breath hitches, eyes widening and jaw slacking as you scroll through the pictures. It was you. The pictures of all the times you felt you were being watched, you in front of your mirror in your room, you walking through the little park on the night you texted him about someone following you. You were looking behind your shoulder. You in the cafe. You in your work place. You, you, you. Every picture was you. As you closed the tab, his wallpaper was you in the pub dancing. That same night he was following you through the park.

You felt sick the more you looked through his stuff. The selfies, they were all of him taking pictures of himself outside of the places you were. What the fuck. You were going to get sick, holy shit. You rushed out of his apartment, dizzy and nauseated. Holy fuck.

As you run down the stairs he walks up around the corner, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N?”

You got stuck, you mumbled something incoherent before you finally spat it out, “I was just gonna come up but nobody was answering the door.”

“Sorry I was out with Jin, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I have to go though, Yuna got drunk again so I have to pick her up.” You chuckled nervously.

“Okay… stay safe? Call me when you’re home.”

“Yeah absolutely.” You smile quickly at him before you rushed back to the car.

The car he gave you … incase of the creep. The more you struggled to breathe the more you became nauseated. Quickly, you pulled out of his driveway. Heading straight back to your place.

The first thing you do after locking your door was throwing up in your toilet. Your breathing was harsh as you slid down the wall of your bathroom. He was right there, all along. He was the one who was your stalker. Right under your nose. It made you feel another wave of nausea. Trying your hardest to not breakdown.

Why would he do that though? Why would he make you so scared, so anxious about going out living your day to day life became a nightmare. Because of him. Fucking hell.

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress. Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

“Baby, cmon, let me in.” He called out in his innocent voice.

“It’s not at all what it looks like, I promise.”

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now?

A/N: hope yall enjoyed this little Drabble :).

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