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Tattoos..

Jungkook x reader

Genre; Fluff, (older) brother's best friend

Characters; Jungkook, Y/n

Summary; What happens when your brother's best friend, who you haven't see in over 3 years, has to pick you up from the airport?

Warnings; None. (Slightly suggestive)

Main Masterlist Bts Masterlist

(Let's pretend he only has tattoos past his wrist for this one 🤓)

"What do you mean you're not here?"

"I can't be there but I've sent Jungkook, you know him."

"Of course.." I sigh hanging up and braced myself walking out of the airport.

He said Jungkook was here, his best friend. Last time I had seen him was almost 3 years ago. He was a 19yr old typical college nerd at the time, just hot, somehow. I was 17, with a tiny crush.

I tried to hide it at least.

I walked out scanning the number of cars and their owners standing outside, scanning for the same mop of hair, baggy clothes, maybe a beanie..

Someone familiar slid in front of me, shit.

He was tall, buff, hair, longer now, brushed back carelessly, were those piercings? My mouth was probably open for all kinds of bugs.

A hand waves in front of me, snapping me out of my daze. Shit this was him??

"Jungkook?" I widen my eyes a little.

"It's me." He smiles, his toothy grin still the same.

Oh confidence, how it changes a person. And this man had stacks of it he probably chest pressed in the gym.

I think my knees are giving out.

"When did you get piercings?" He chuckles grabbing my bags walking to his car, loading the car walking to open a car door, I followed him absentminded.

"We'll talk when you sit." He gestures to the open door, tilting his head. I nod and sit.

Why did my brother not tell me Jungkook got piercings?! This is life altering information!

I wait for him to climb in, buckle up and start driving. "You've changed, huh?"

He laughs before looking at me, cocking a brow "Good or bad?"

"Good, definitely good." I smile at him, his eyebrow piercing shining when he looks back.

We had a good 45 minute drive home I got bored of looking at the same old architecture from before turning to see, oogle, Jungkook.

I've never seen him drive before, I scan his face, his bedhead evident through his messy hair, slight crease of the forehead, pierced eyebrows shadowing his doe eyes puffy from sleep but focused on the road, an oblivious pout adorning his pierced lips. I slowly travel down, his patented black hoodie covering him along with black trousers. Travelling back upto his face I notice a smirk playing at his lips noting my, not so subtle staring.

I clear my throat "Were you sleeping just before coming here?"

"That hasn't changed." He glances at me once. "For good." I laugh at his addition.

After a moment I look back, continuing scanning him for changes, I look at his hands on the steering wheel, something peeking under his sleeve peaking my curiosity. "What's that? Under your sleeve?"

He glances at his wrist, looking at me with a smug smile "What do you think it is?"

It looked like drawing, maybe ink. Could it be? "You have tattoos?" Surprise evident in my voice, my expression holding the same, eyes widened with my mouth agape.

I look at Jungkook to see his expression holding a sense of pride.

"Jeon Jungkook! Does aunty hate you now?!" He laughs at my reaction as I turn in my seat towards him.

"Now now, no need for all that princess."

He pulls his hands away from the steering wheel, rolling up the sleeve of his tattoo covered arm, resting said arm between us. "You can see, I don't mind."

I stare at his arm, it's covered in tattoos. Drawings, shapes, words, objects. I lean forward, they look intricate, must've taken him hours, days all together.

"Princess?"

I hum in response unable to pull myself away from his arm covered in memories, some meaningful, some silly.

"You can touch..." His voice falters, he didn't think he would be so effected by you simply admiring his tattoos.

I snap my eyes to his as soon as I register his words, I scanned his face to look for hesitation, all I caught was a slight nibbling of his lips. Now I wasn't gonna pass up that opportunity.

"Wait, are you sure? You're driving." Even though I was excited I didn't wanna crash.

"Let me worry about that, princess." He glances at me once a hint of a smile on his face.

"Okay, but don't blame me if it tickles." He laughs at my words, smiling at me, a full smile.

I lean in a little, my hand tentatively going up to his wrist, my touch light as I traced over his forearm. Feeling him shift slightly I stop for a moment but continue.

When I reached the crook of his elbow, I saw more hidden ink, braving myself to push his sleeve further up, I held my breath.

Jungkook on the other hand held a mix of surprise and cockiness in himself. He felt light tingles at your touch, his other hand tightening around the steering wheel.

Jungkook was burning. How was this effecting him so much? You were simply admiring his tattoos, a lot of people do that. Perhaps it was the expression you held, absolute adoration, you looked enthralled or...

...maybe his secret liking towards you.

My thoughts were swirling, I was touching him, he didn't push me away, he's stupidly buff now.

"Princess, we're here."

"What?" I snap my head up, looking out the window to see my parents house, indeed we were here.

Looking back at him, noting the light blush covering his neck, his failed attempt at holding eye contact, was he, dare I say, flustered? I smirked slightly.

"You have beautiful tattoos."

"Huh? Yeah, they're pretty cool." He leans back in his seat, smug smile on his face.

We break out of the comfortable silence when my phone rings, my brother asking how far away we are.

I quickly climb out, Jungkook following. He moved to get my luggage walking in with me.

"You got any other surprises for me?" I look up at him, a ghost of a smirk on my lips.

He chuckles lightly, eyeing me and leaning in a few inches from me, he whispers "Maybe I'll let you look for yourself..."

//

The Girl That Disappeared | Masterlist

✧ Synopsis: It was a gloomy Friday evening when you felt the mists of melancholy pulse through your veins, aching body floating above the deep water. Squeezing your eyes shut, your lips trembled with fear. You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. So, why don’t you just disappear? Leave them to search for the remnants of who you had been before you realised that life is more painful than death. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. Best-friend, step-brother, and an ex-lover. Although their paths had never crossed before that gloomy Friday evening, their names, printed in bold, now remained on the top of the suspect list. Stories entangled in your mystery.

✧ Genre/au: small-town mystery, psychological thriller, dysfunctional relationships

✧ current w/c: 9.7k

Suspect #1: Kim Taehyung

Suspect #2: Jeon Jungkook

Suspect #3: Park Jimin

D-Day: Denouement

The Girl That Disappeared | Suspect #1 KTH

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

✧ Synopsis: It was a gloomy Friday evening when you felt the mists of melancholy pulse through your veins, aching body floating above the deep water. Squeezing your eyes shut, your lips trembled with fear. You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. So, why don’t you just disappear? Leave them to search for the remnants of who you had been before you realised that life is more painful than death. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. Best-friend, step-brother, and an ex-lover. Although their paths had never crossed before that gloomy Friday evening, their names, printed in bold, now remained on the top of the suspect list. Stories entangled in your mystery.

✧ w/c: 3.6k ✧ taglist: @kookieandjoonberries @whoa-jo @taevestr @smoljimjim @kookxin @11thenightwemet11 @kingofbodyrolls (comment to be tagged for pts. 2+3)

You were taught that keeping quiet kept the peace. It only took 18 years to realise that the peace was never yours. Never was, and never will be. Predisposed to carry the baggage of the past, you were forced to keep everything afloat even when the murky water seeped into your lungs, stripping you of oxygen and the will to live.

Sometimes, the pain hurt so bad that you lost focus. Went nonverbal until the thoughts in your head were louder than the voices around you. But, what’s the point of explaining your pain if you still get hurt? You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. But the cycle continued. Like a broken record, it made you realise that life is harder than death. So, you grew to become compliant with the silence of justice. 

While most kids cherished their childhood, melting into the warmth of their parent’s love and embrace, you mastered the role of not acting how you felt. Wiping your own tears as your father blamed you for being a girl. Unable to give him a male offspring, your mother descended into madness. Scrutinizing every cell in your body, hating herself for giving you the chance at life.

As a daughter, you felt such anger towards her and the punishments she put you through. It never made sense to you, how a mother could betray someone so close to her, someone who shared her heartbeat. But, as you grew older you learned to have empathy for her as a woman. Because, now, it was clear that her life story resembled yours almost to the smallest detail. Like a blueprint, it followed the path of abuse, neglect, and prejudice. 

Still, it never took away the pain of knowing that in their eyes, you would never be enough. Since the day you were born and your gender was revealed, a tide of misfortune was unleashed, drowning the precious laughter of an innocent child. So, it’s okay to grieve over the person you could have been. If life was fair and grass was greener on both sides of the fence.

And, although you no longer spoke to your father after he lost himself to alcohol, somewhere deep in that aching heart of yours there was a part of you that forgave him. Because, despite the pain, for a moment there was love. For a moment, you were daddy’s girl, that reached for his hands as you took your first steps. A little girl, that looked up to him, hoping to marry someone worthy of giving up his last name.

But, the more you forgive, the less you love. And, the less you love, the more you want to disappear. Do you want to disappear? Well, you already did, y/n. What happened to you? That night? 

The night, Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder as you sat in chilling silence, feet dangling off the wooden bridge. He wasn’t the affectionate type. At least not to you. But, in that moment, something felt different. He felt different. Like, the tension in his body could no longer suppress the chaos inside. So, as you gazed at the stars above, glossy eyes admiring the canvas of bright light, he envisioned EunBi in her celestial form. 

She was only 13 when the fire consumed her frail body. When Taehyung lost the only person that kept him sane. Talked him out of multiple failed attempts, yet, ended up dying before him. And, every day since then felt nothing short of torture, as he carried the burden of outliving her. His precious girl. 

One day, his dad left town for business and promised to come back before sunrise the next morning, assigning Taehyung chores to do in their family farmhouse: 

✦ Feed and water the chickens + gather their eggs ⇰ EunBi

✦ Brush the horses ⇰ Tae 

✦ Mow the lawn + rake the leaves ⇰ Tae

✦ Collect the hay ⇰ EunBi 

✦ Burn the leaves and leftover cardboard from the storage room ⇰ Tae

“Eunbi-ya!” Taehyung shouted into his cupped hands, eyes searching for his little sister. 

“Yes?” her soft voice echoed from the barn.  

“I’ll be right back, okay? Just need to get the rest of the cardboard. Please, be careful with the bonfire,” he exclaimed, brushing the dirt off his trousers before heading back into the house. But, it wasn’t the cardboard that he was after. Rather, something to take the edge off, in the form of fine powder, hushly tucked away under his mattress. He hasn't used it long enough to be labelled an addict, but enough to keep coming back for more. 

After his mother passed away during labour, Taehyung’s sadness was trapped in his chest, his trembling lips, and those hollow eyes. It was everywhere. Yet, no one noticed. His father was always too busy with work and EunBi, well, she was just a baby. So, when his world was falling apart he relied on drugs to fill the void. To help him forget. Unfortunately, grief never fully goes away. It lingers within you, tethered to the strings of your aching heart, till one day, you’re nothing but bones buried six feet under. 

So, there he was, dissociating into pure ecstasy with his head resting on the edge of the bed. Oblivious to the chaos outside, until the smell of fire seeped through the window, cracked glass reflecting the raging hues of orange flames. 

“EunBi!” Taehyung yelled, sprinting out of the house as his scattering eyes watched the fire spread over the parameter. He couldn’t believe it. He was gone for a minute. Pathetic sixty seconds that turned into half an hour. A whole lifetime of Eunbi’s cries for help that went unheard, as her trembling body hid inside the barn, eyes squeezed shut in hopes that he would come and save her - the way she did all those times.

But, the fire was vicious. Hungry for the innocent and the guilty. Unstoppable in its tracks as its flames inched up the sides of the shed. Ignoring the burning sensation in his lungs, Taehyung pushed through, covering his eyes with the back of his arm as he watched the blaze encircle his heaving body, trapping him just a few steps away from where EunBi layed. Stripped away from her oxygen. 

Yelling out her name, he dropped to his knees, helpless hallucinations naive to the lifeless state she was in. It was too late. There was nothing left of her, and soon, nothing would be left of him. 

Taehyung would lose himself completely, wandering barefoot on the side of the road in pure darkness, as the sound of incoming sirens became louder with each step he took. However, their rescue no longer served any point, because everything worth saving was already gone. EunBi was already gone.

And, as his chest heaved up from the tightness in his throat, he was blinded by the sudden headlights speeding towards him, body frozen in a state of shock. The impact was hard enough to send him rolling down the asphalt, but not enough to stop his heart from beating. So, he didn’t bother getting up, left to accept his defeat before looking up at the black Mercedes Benz that drove off into the distance. JJK977. It wasn't a local licence plate, he thought. Most likely travelling from out of town. Drunk bastard. 

But, that didn’t matter. Nothing did anymore. And, as Taehyung watched them close her casket, it hit him. That was the last time he would ever see EunBi again. Before her soul was set free into the sky, embraced by the warmth of his mother’s arms. The touch he craved so deeply. 

It didn’t take his father long to sell whatever remained of their farmhouse and move back to the big city. As if the pain of burying his loved ones didn’t affect him at all. Moving on without a trace of a single tear. But, the numbness of his father’s heart only made Taehyung more distant. Alienated from his plans of finding a new wife and starting fresh. Building a family on the wreckage of their past.

But, Taehyung could never forget, he lived on in memory of his beautiful girls, building a guard that shut out anyone who came too close. Because grief changes you. It brings out the parts that you were naive to in the light of happiness, during your chase for the freedom of oblivion. So, as his world was set on fire he made sure that you felt every spark. 

After your parent’s divorce was finalized, your mother decided that it was best for the two of you to move. Some place quiet. Away from your father and the troubles of the past. She longed to live in peace. To see you graduate and enter the world of adulthood. To finally have a chance at a normal life, without the chaos and the constant fights. 

So, there you were, standing at the gates of Mr. Kim’s house. Or palace? Acreage? Whatever it was, you knew for sure that you were now embarking on a whole different tax bracket. One that you would only dream of living in, let alone be born into. 

Everything happened kind of quickly since it wasn’t long ago when your mom gushed over her date with a man she met during her night shift at the hospital. When casual hangouts suddenly turned into romantic dinners. And, although you were happy for her, admiring the spark in her lethargic eyes, you couldn’t help but fear the consequences. 

Mr. Kim was a nice gentleman. You weren’t worried about him. It was his son that made chills run down your spine. If misery were a person, you could almost bet it would be Taehyung. Everything from his dead glare to the blood-stained shirts littered around his dimly lit room made you stray away from him. Maintaining minimal contact, you barely saw the guy in his own home. He would leave before sunrise and not return until midnight. So, it was safe to say that he didn’t want anything to do with you, your mother, or his father to be quite frank. 

Not until that night. The night his mischief sabotaged your family camping trip. 

“All set? Where’s y/n?” there was a slight raise in Mr. Kim's tone as his eyes scattered over the premises outside the van. Earning himself a break after solving an ongoing murder case, the chief officer, Beokjin Kim decided to spoil your mom with a little getaway, become one with nature if you will. Unlike your homebody, your mother was always outdoors, hiking, cycling, skiing, you name it. So, you could imagine the surge of dopamine that she was radiating as the family hit the road. 

“Oh, she's showering,” Taehyung murmured resting his head on the door frame, arms folded over his chest. 

“Showering? Why?” your mother’s gentle voice deepened as she looked up at Taehyung with a furrowed gaze. 

“She fell into bear shit,” the little rascal replied with a sly wink. 

“Taehyung! Language.” Mr. Kim scoffed, forcing the guy to straighten up before attempting another try. 

 “My sincere apologies, Mrs. Kim. Your daughter fell into bear crap and screamed at me for it.” Taehyung teased, rolling his eyes at their stunned faces. 

“Oh, gosh. She’s been acting strange the past few days. Please, don’t take it personally, Taehyung-ie,”  the woman’s fluttering eyes softened. 

“Leave the poor girl alone, she’s been through a lot,” Mr. Kim glared at his son, mouthing something under his breath. Be nice. 

“Whatever,” Taehyung whispered, moving the stray brown locks out of his face.

Sure, you've been through a lot. It seems that all that anyone cares about now is you. Especially, his father. He treated you like his own. Like a daughter, he never had. Oh, wait. He did. But, she died. Taehyung was disappointed but not surprised. He was never the favourite. But, losing to a step-sibling was quite humbling.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road then,” Mr. Kim exclaimed softly, glancing back at your mother. Admiring the smile lines on her face. The way her dimples poked out when she laughed. The way she melted into his embrace as they walked back to his truck. 

Shutting the door behind him, Taehyung tidied up your bunk bed before plopping onto the couch. What a sweet gesture. Except, you weren’t showering. Not even in the van. In fact, you would rather step in bear shit than be left alone with it. Which, thanks to your brother. Step-brother. You had a high chance of meeting. 

“Hey … Taehyung?” you whispered behind him, stumbling on a pothole of rocks.  

“What?” he snapped without a glance. 

“I think we got off on the wrong foot. If I did something wrong I apologise but …” 

“But, what?” Taehyung suddenly stopped, feeling your head bump into his backpack.  

“Ouch! What the fu-” you glanced up with a furrowed gaze, rubbing the red spot on your forehead. 

“Hhmm?” he repeated with a slight head tilt, eyes flickering down to your lips. 

“I mean … if I overstepped your boundary I'm sorry …” your voice trailed off watching his gaze darken, black orbs fixating on the sparkling charm on your neck. 

“Where'd you get that?” his tone deepened, your hand now hovering over the gold chain.

“Oh, this? Mr. Kim gave it to me as an early graduation gift,” you smiled hesitantly, nibbling on your lower lip while anticipating his reaction. 

“Did he?” Taehyung whispered, lowering his glossy eyes.

That was supposed to be a gift for EunBi’s 14th birthday. One that Taehyung spent 4 months saving for. And, one that took his father a single glance at you to freely hand over with no charge. 

“Hey, actually, I forgot to tell you. They asked us to grab some more branches for the campfire. Could you start on that, I’m just going to grab my hat real quick,” he smiled, scrunching his nose. 

“Oh, sure. How many do we need?” 

“Umm … just a handful? I saw some big ones by the water,”

“Alright, I’ll meet you there then,” 

“I’ll be back in a few, just be careful, alright?” Taehyung waved you goodbye before following the trail back to the van. 

Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty minutes passed, but, there was no sign of his return. 

“What’s taking him so long?” you thought, looking up at the clouds forming above. Although it was quite hot the whole day, a little jacket wouldn’t have hurt right about now. With a side of some assorted meat, maybe? And hot tea? 

Patting your pockets you searched for your phone, which, unfortunately, but on theme, was nowhere to be found. Add that to the list of things that went wrong. So, there you were. Stranded in the woods. Alone. No food. No water. No phone. 

“Taehyung-ah!” you screamed, eyes swelled with tears hopelessly searching for the trail you came down from. But, as the sun began to set, the woods darkened. Chilling silence consuming your cries for help, like a predator feeding on its prey. 

“Taehyung-ah, where are you? This isn’t funny.” 

“Taehyung-ah!” Mr. Kim’s voice echoed as he banged on the door, startling the guy from his innocent slumber. 

“Shit.” he sneered, running to the bathroom before turning on the shower and blasting music on your phone as if you were there all along. 

“May, I help you?” Taehyung scoffed, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes as his elbow rested on the door frame. The marks on his face from the knitted pillow and the fluffy hair definitely made his drowsiness look more believable. 

“Sorry, did we wake you? We stopped for some gas and thought maybe, you guys were hungry,” your mom explained, placing a bag of snacks on the table, noticing the lights in the bathroom. 

“Is she still showering?” she glanced back at Taehyung with a raised brow. 

“I guess? I try not to bother her too much, you know … cause she’s been through a lot,” his tone was full of sarcasm, putting extra emphasis on the last part as his dead glare burned through his father’s tense form. 

“Y/n! Kim y/n! Open up!” your mother shouted, banging on the door before stumbling over her feet as it swung open. Scanning the room, the steam was now everywhere as her eyes widened in shock. 

“Honey, is everything alright?” she could barely make out the man’s voice over the music coming from your phone. 

“Beokjin, she’s not here.” 

“Pardon?” Mr. Kim double-checked as his gaze furrowed, pushing past his son. 

“Taehyung-ah where’s y/n?” she exclaimed, frantically opening all the doors, hopeful that this was all a prank.

“Taehyung! What did you do? Where’s y/n?” his father’s eyes darkened, stomping to the quiet boy. 

“Relax, she’s fine. Acting like I killed her or something,” he chuckled, opening up a can of Coke before resting his legs on the sofa. 

“Enough with the jokes. Where’s your sister?” Mr. Kim yelled, slamming his fist on the table.

“Well, last time I checked she was still buried, but you know, anything is possible nowadays,” Taehyung faked a smile, putting out his palm before glancing at the keys in his father’s pocket. 

“What?” 

“Give me the keys and I’ll go get y/n, isn’t that what you want?”

“You left her in the woods?” your mother’s voice broke down as her back hit the wall, hands reaching for nearby support. 

“I didn’t leave her, she chose not to come. You did mention that she’s been acting strange lately,” 

“Taehyung! That’s enough.” his father snapped, pulling him out of the van by the hood of his sweatshirt. 

“Fine. Keys, please,” he teased, fluttering his eyelashes before saluting them goodbye. 

It felt like you were walking in circles. Every turn led to a dead end. No civilization in sight, just you, the trees, and the haunting silence. Not to mention it was pitch black. The only source of light you had was a pathetic little flashlight you found in your backpack. You knew you should have listened to your mother and packed more responsibly, but you weren’t planning on getting stranded. 

“Hello? Is anyone out there? Please …” you whimpered, feeling the rain blend in with tears rolling down your face. How could your mother not realise you were gone? Was it that easy to disappear and not have anyone care?  

The thoughts in your head were screaming for attention. Each one demanded an answer. But, you were just as lost. Numb to everything. Until you felt something move behind you, sending shivers down your spine as you bolted the other way. 

“Hello?” a distant voice echoed from the darkness. 

“Taehyung?” you stopped, blocking the rain from your eyes to get a better glimpse. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, fingers trembling from the nerves. 

“Mam? Are you alright?” a male voice replied, his footsteps inching closer. 

“Hello? I’m here!” you jumped, frantically waving your hands. 

“Mam? It’s okay, you’re fine now,” 

Speeding past an old welcome sign, Taehyung turned on the radio, switching through the stations as his head rested on his hand. 

“Kidnapping of an 18-year-old student reported in the outskirts of Elk Island” 

“Around 6 pm, a missing person case has been filed by a group of hikers travelling Elk Island” 

“Has another innocent soul fallen victim to the hauntings of Elk Island?” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” he growled, body tensing up before slamming on the gas pedal. The rain was viscous. Pouring like tomorrow wasn’t promised. He could barely see through the windshields but time was of the essence. Where were you, y/n? 

“Oh, thank God you’re here … I …” your voice broke as you lit the flashlight towards the incoming silhouette. He was limping, boots covered in mud. 

“Hey, hey … I can’t see, would you mind turning it off?” 

“Oh … I’m sorry,” you replied quietly, sneaking a glimpse at the blood-stained rope in his hand before you felt your back hit something hard. 

“No. I’m sorry,” a familiar voice whispered in your ear, teeth softly grazing your skin.

And, as his hand rested over your heaving chest, he covered your mouth with a cloth, turning your face towards him to admire the way your vision blurred out of focus. It was too dark to make out who it was, especially, with the mask on his face. So, you tried to fight your way out of his grasp, biting his hand and kicking his legs before his hold on your arms tightened. Then, finally, as you felt your knees buckle your eyes rolled back, silence consuming your unconscious body once the chloroform spread through your system.

“Y/n! Kim y/n!” Taehyung screamed, pulling his backpack over his shoulder before grabbing his dad’s hunting gun from the trunk. Walking down the muddy path, he stumbled upon an abandoned car. JJK977. The engine was still on, but no one was inside.

Searching through the glove compartment, he noticed a crumpled piece of paper that was tucked under a pile of Polaroids. The photos were blurry but enough to make out a silhouette. It was lying in one. Walking in another. Almost like being under constant supervision by whoever these belonged to.

Unfolding the stained note, he mouthed the words under his breath, ‘You thought I wouldn’t catch you?’

The Girl That Disappeared | Suspect #2 JJK

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢  

✧ Synopsis: It was a gloomy Friday evening when you felt the mists of melancholy pulse through your veins, aching body floating above the deep water. Squeezing your eyes shut, your lips trembled with fear. You didn’t want to die, but you sure as hell didn’t want to live. Not in this town. Not with the people in it. So, why don’t you just disappear? Leave them to search for the remnants of who you had been before you realised that life is more painful than death. Park Jimin. Kim Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. Best-friend, step-brother, and an ex-lover. Although their paths had never crossed before that gloomy Friday evening, their names, printed in bold, now remained on the top of the suspect list. Stories entangled in your mystery.

✧ w/c: 6.1k ✧ a/n: a lot is going on here but please let me know what you think, mwuah 💓 ✧ taglist: @kookieandjoonberries @whoa-jo @taevestr @smoljimjim @kookxin

@11thenightwemet11 @xumyboo @kingofbodyrolls @jksusawife

“Y/n-ah! I’m leaving, please turn on the security,” your mother’s voice echoed from the entrance as you heard the front door close. She was working on-call today, and while it seemed like you finally had an opportunity to spend some quality time together, the hospital rang her in for an emergency operation at the last minute. 

“Okay, love you,” you yelled from your room, picking up the laundry off the floor before heading downstairs. No one was home. Mr. Kim had a night shift and wouldn’t be back until later and only God knew where Taehyung was. 

Scrolling through your phone, you smiled at the photos Jimin sent you from his parent’s ranch house. It’s been a week since he left, and you couldn’t help but miss him. The two of you haven’t gone this long without seeing each other, so it felt weird not being able to call him over. 

“Y/n, it’s so nice here, you would’ve loved it,” he smiled through the phone, resting his head on the soft pillow. 

“I bet,” you whined. 

“Next time, you’re coming with me, okay? There’s this waterfall I’ve been dying to show you,” 

“Okay … I missed you Jimin-ah,” your voice broke, glossy eyes looking down at the teddy bear he got for your birthday. 

“Y/n-ie, you know I missed you more,” Jimin moved in closer, placing a kiss on his front camera as you glanced up.

“Now, get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, mmhm,”

“Goodnight,” you whispered with a little wave. 

“Sleep tight, angel,” 

He never called after that. All your attempts went straight to voicemail. It was strange, Jimin always valued communication, and never was the type to let you wonder about his whereabouts. Kept you posted even with a little “k”, just to signify that he got the message. But, now, it felt like he was gone. Vanished into thin air, like nothing happened. And, it killed you knowing that you couldn’t do anything about it. 

The clock read 7 am on the dot, which meant that you still had about two hours till the first bell. It was the first day of your period and your cramps were horrendous, to say the least. They’re usually a pain in the ass but never this bad. Looking through the medicine cabinet you rummaged past the bandaids and the gummy vitamins before remembering that Taehyung took the last Ibuprofen for his headache last night. It was ironic how little painkillers you had in the house, knowing that your mom was a doctor. But, it’s because she always preached the importance of letting your body heal naturally. Science could only get you so far, I guess? 

Zipping up your windbreaker, you grabbed your wallet and keys before heading outside to the local grocery store until the sound of a slammed door left you frozen in your tracks. It came from upstairs. Looking up at the dark corridor you turned on the lights, following the breeze seeping through the cracks of your room. 

“Taehyung?” you called, hands hovering over the doorknob. No one answered. Why would they? You were the only one in the house, right? 

“Taehyung, if this is one your stupid jok-” you whispered again before facing the empty room. 

No sight of Taehyung, but your window was open, which explained the door. The only problem was that you didn’t remember opening it in the first place. Nonetheless, you would gladly accept this version of the incident over the possibility of some paranormal activity. One problem at a time, please. 

So, you shut your blinds and went back downstairs to turn off the security system before grabbing your bike from the garage. You didn't have a licence, and only got your learners about a month ago, so if no one was home you had to resort to another form of transportation. 

You didn’t mind biking though. Found it rather therapeutic. Loved the alone time it allowed for without the bombardment of life and its constant obstacles. Just you and your thoughts. And, although there was a bit of a fog, it was clear enough to see where you were going. So, you buckled your helmet and went off on your journey to secure some Ibuprofen. 

Exiting the gated community, you biked through the local primary school, passing by a parking lot of sleep-deprived parents rushing to work after dropping off their little ones. It was getting a bit chilly as the wind picked up, so you stopped to put on some mittens and a hat before glancing back at the rustling sound behind the corner. 

“Hello?” 

Again, no one answered. But, that didn’t stop the chills running down your spine, remembering the incident earlier at home. Looking down at your watch, you gasped at the 20 minutes that had already passed, yet, you were nowhere near the grocery store. So, it was time to focus. 

Biking down the empty road, your eyes were scattered across the painted scenery. The old brick houses and the tall trees. The rusted mailboxes and the garden gnomes. It all felt so nostalgic. So close to your heart, as if tethered by the strings of your past. But, the feeling was short-lived. Consumed by the eerie melancholy inching up your skin as you felt someone's presence behind you. 

This time, you weren’t wrong. Covered from head to toe, it looked like a man. Keeping a civil distance, he followed your turns. Left. Right. Straight. Right. Left. Straight. Coincidence or not, this wasn’t a common path that people took. Not many knew of the shortcut. So, you began to speed up, feeling the adrenaline kick in once he did the same. Now, it was a chase. 

Pushing through the burning pain in your calves you picked up the pace, feet firm on the pedals. He didn't pity your fatigue, only fueled it more by inching closer before the two of you were riding side-by-side. Keeping an eye on his uncanny demeanour, you flinched at the sound of a car horn blast through your trembling state as a white Honda glared past you, pointing at the stop sign. 

“I'm sorry,” you whispered under your breath. 

“You're fast,” the man scoffed, tilting his head with a sly grin. That's all you could see. 

“Who are you?” you yelled, voice trembling in panic. 

“I’ll give you a head start, mmhm?” he sneered, changing the gears on his bike. 

Feeling the tightness in your throat, you were gasping for air, dilated pupils scanning the surroundings for help. Unfortunately, as if praying on your downfall, the street was empty. Not a soul in sight. So, you pressed on the pedals, leaving the man in the dust as you prayed that the next turn led to people. 

Gas station. Bingo. 

Hoping off your bike you bolted towards the door. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” the cashier yelled out, furrowed gaze searching the panic on your face. You could feel the flush rise up your cheeks, but the absence of Mr. X occupied your mind. 

“I’m so sorry,” you mouthed, clearly out of breath before dialling Jimin’s phone number. It was like second nature. You didn’t even realise it until your call went straight to voicemail. 

“Oh, right,” a sigh escaped your lips, remembering that he was still MIA.

Looking through your contacts, there was only one more person you could call. But, the possibility of them actually agreeing to help you was as slim as your waist after all that exercise. Nonetheless, you took a deep breath and pressed the call button. 

“Taehyung?” 

“What do you want, y/n?” he scoffed. 

“Right. So, potentially … if you could … would you mind picking me up from the gas station near River Banks?” you whispered, careful with every word as you anticipated his response. 

“Potentially, screw you. What the fuck did you lose there?” 

“It’s kind of a long story but I do need to be at school in about half an hour,” 

“Can I even say no?”

“Last time I checked it was a free country but a dangerous one at that. So, if I'm kidnapped, my blood is on your hands,” 

“You and that victim mentally of yours go way back, huh?” 

“Please, Taehyung. I’ve never asked you for a favour before,” 

“Fine, give me 10 minutes,” he sighed, ending the call before you could even thank the guy. 

The car ride home was quiet. No radio. Windows rolled up. Silence. 

“So, you’re really not gonna tell me?” Taehyung asked with an arched brow, glancing at your stiff form as the light turned red. 

You’ve never been good at lying. Even if your mouth stayed shut, your face would’ve revealed it all. Essentially, there was no running away from the truth in your case. 

“Well … no one was home and I needed medicine so I decided to bike to the grocery store,” you began explaining, avoiding his eyes. 

“Mmhm,”

“And then …” you paused, hesitating the next part. What if Mr. Kim finds out? What if you were blowing this out of proportion? 

“Y/n. You’re making me angry. Just say it,” he scolded, pressing on the pedal. 

“Sorry. Um, so yeah … I was biking and then out of nowhere this man started following me. So, I tried losing him by taking different turns but … ended up getting lost,” 

“You were followed?” there was a slight change in Taehyung’s voice. Less sarcastic, more intrigued. 

“I guess?” 

“Well, did you see what he looked like?” 

“Not, really. He was covered from head to toe. Except …” you gasped, eyes shut as your brain scavenged through its short-term memory, recalling the moment at the stop sign. 

“Yes?” 

“The side of his mouth was … bruised like he got punched or something?” you leaned back into the seat, fidgeting with your rings while Taehyung merged onto the right lane. He was too focused on the road to hear what you said, but as you glanced at his face your eyes widened, spotting the same purple marks. 

“What?” he growled, furrowed gaze glaring back at your parted lips. 

“Nothing.” you chuckled awkwardly, reaching for the radio before his cold hand touched yours. 

“Look me dead in the eyes and tell me.” he sneered, interlocking his fingers with yours. You’ve known each other for almost a year, yet, your shoulders have never even grazed past each other. So, this was strange, to say the least. 

“Tell you what?” you said hushly, gulping down the nerves as he levelled his face to meet your scattering eyes. 

“That you’re scared,” 

“I’m not,” you scoffed, feeling the flush in your cheeks. 

“Good. Because why the fuck would it be me, you dumbass.” his voice got louder with each word, throwing your hand back before rolling down the windows. Finally. Some fresh air. 

Why would it be him, y/n? You weren’t his favourite but, this was too much. Taehyung was a straightforward person, if he hated you he would say it to your face. So, these mind games were really not his thing. But, then again, what’s up with the bruised lip? 

Fixing your uniform you walked into the brightly lit classroom. First period. Physics. No one was in their seats, let alone bothered by the fact that the teacher was almost 10 minutes late. Placing your books on the desk you looked over at the empty seat beside you. Jimin was still gone. No one has heard from him in weeks. 

Bing Bing

Rampaging through your backpack you searched for your phone. You didn’t have time to properly pack because Taehyung was counting down the minutes before he threatened to drive off, so you just threw everything in hoping to fix it during your free period. Scrolling through the notifications your eyes focused on the text message from an unknown number. 

“I missed you.” you mouthed under your breath.

“Sorry everyone, the meeting took a bit longer,” Mr. Choi chuckled softly, speed-walking into the room before ushering everyone to their seats. 

“I missed you?” you whispered again, eyebrows knitted with confusion. Was it Jimin? Did he change his number? 

“Nonetheless, I am pleased to introduce our new transfer student …” 

You couldn’t recognize the area code, so you tried looking it up on the internet but found nothing useful. Was this some kind of a scam? An innocent prank, maybe? 

“Jeon Jungkook” Mr. Choi’s voice suddenly echoed in your ears making you glance up at the dark-haired boy standing in front of the class. Interestingly, he was already looking at you. Hooded gaze focused on the way your demeanour changed completely. 

“Jungkook, feel free to take any empty seat,” 

Bowing to the man, he did exactly that. Slowly passing by the first three rows before stopping by the seat next to you. Nodding his head, he seemed pleased with the pick. 

“Oh, no sorry, Jungkook-ah, that seat belongs to another student,” Mr. Choi called out with a smile that quickly faded as he watched him sit regardless. 

“There’s plenty of options. I’m sure they’ll find another one,” Jungkook muttered with a sly grin, taking out his books before turning his attention to your widened eyes. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n,” he rasped against your hair, gently tucking it behind your ear to fix the back of your collar. His dark orbs flickered down to your parted lips, sending shivers down your spine.

The first kiss you shared with Jungkook was between your eyes. The way his furrowed gaze softened upon seeing you walk down the wooden stairs of your childhood home, in the lavender dress he bought for your birthday. The way he nervously nibbled on his lip ring before caressing the back of your hand, fingers intertwined with yours. Everything about him was gentle when it came to you. The way his warm embrace moulded into yours, as you grew to share the same breath, the same heartbeat. One singularity in the form of two lovers. 

He filled the void your father left as you failed to please his expectations. The ones only a son could bear. The nights you spent crying in your room, wishing that your mother didn’t have to suffer the humiliation of raising a daughter, Jungkook was there. Like a knight in shining armour, he always saved you. Hoped to give you the future you deserve if you promised to share it with him. The two of you were inseparable. Attached by the hip. 

Until, one day, you weren’t. 

It’s been a week since Jungkook transferred schools. His seat still next to you. Inches away from the past that tethered your souls. You didn’t talk much. Mentally exhausted from the consequences. But, his eyes. They never lied. Sneaking glimpses across the room, watching your every move. He wanted you to give in, to tell him why you left. Help him understand how someone so close could betray his trust, his loyalty, his love. Jungkook didn’t hate you, wouldn’t let anyone get too close, but he was hurt. You could see it in his eyes. The same eyes that onces sparkled under the shimmering lights of the night sky when you shared your first kiss.

Dipping your feet into the pool you wanted to test the water before running through the new drill your coach crafted for the upcoming swim meet. To put it lightly, it was freezing. Goosebumps all over your skin, nipples cut through glass type of freezing. You would think a school with such a budget could afford a heated pool but beggars can’t be choosers. So, you tucked your hair under the swim camp and started on some stretches. 

“One … two … three …” you breathed out, counting the reps before glancing up at the flickering lights. School ended about an hour ago, so the place was pretty empty except for the janitors and a few teachers who stayed back to work on some grading. There was no practice today, but you had a spare key to the pool, so it was just you and the water. 

“Hello?” you called out, covering yourself with the towel. No response. 

“Sorry, this is a closed practice,” you shouted out again, hearing footsteps coming from the changing rooms. 

“Hel-” 

The lights went out. Goosebumps covered your skin, heart beat through the roof. Now what? 

“This isn't funny. Turn the lights back on!”

No one answered, but the footsteps inched closer. You could sense that they were near but it was too dark to make out a figure. Then, he chuckled. Subtle but devious chuckle. Like it was all premeditated. 

“Where is it?” a voice echoed, bouncing off the four walls. It was familiar. 

“Jungkook? Is that you?” you gasped, looking over your shoulder, hands trembling in fear.  

“Where is it, y/n?” his tone was firm. 

“Where's what?” 

“Don't act dumb, love,” he sneered, hands hovering over your waist making you flinch at the sudden feeling. The smell of his vanilla musk lingered in the air as you matched each other’s breathing, skin to skin. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, chest heaving up from the tension. 

“Where’s my baby?” he rasped against your ear pushing your frail body into the water as his hold around your waist tightened. Eyes squeezed shut, you began to kick him off of you. But he was stronger, assertive, more needy. Gasping for air you felt the water seep into your lungs, nails digging into his skin as a warning to bring you back to the surface.  

However, once you were up, he would have more questions. Questions you didn’t have the heart to answer. But, Jungkook deserved to know the truth, even if it hurt. Because, deep down, your father’s abuse wasn’t the only reason you left. 

You didn’t remember much of that night thanks to the five whiskey shots that pulsed through your veins. Intoxicated your system till you became numb. Unaware of the dangers around you and vulnerable to those with bad intentions. Until it was too late. 

“Stop … please …” you whimpered, flinching at the feeling of his tongue on your breast. Parted lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach, wrists red from his tight hold as your arms stayed pinned over your head. But your cries for help were as worthless as the consent he never got. 

Until the door slammed open and Jungkook’s irate gaze saw your lifeless body buried under the weight of another man. No amount of restraint could hold him back. He was flammed with rage. 

“Y/n!” Jungkook growled, pushing the guy onto the floor as blood covered his fist. And, as the four walls caved in, your world fell apart. 

But, you could barely open your eyes, let alone get up. Too ashamed to move anyways and the migraine only made it worse. Searching for your top your heart ached with pain once you saw Jungkook’s hollow orbs swelled with tears as he wiped the blood off his face. He looked defeated, almost as unconscious as the man on the floor. Stepping over the body with one hand on his side he whimpered, biting down the pain in his ribs before covering you with his jacket. 

“We have to go.” he muttered, picking you up bridal style. 

“Koo, we can’t just leave him,” you yelled out, worried gaze searching his pale face. 

“It’s nothing fatal, he’ll be fine,” Jungkook scoffed, feeling the tightness in his throat as he glanced down at your saddened eyes.

Tension consumed the air. It was suffocating. 

“Jungkook, please slow down.” you exclaimed, tightening your hold on the seatbelt. And, although his glare was focused on the road, he couldn’t hear you. Too occupied by the burning pit in his stomach. It didn’t take long until the dashboard flashed warning signals as his speed reached 200 km/h. You were virtually flying. Yet, there was no end to his high. 

Reaching for his cold hand you tried to snap him out of it before the car suddenly stopped. 

“Oh, shit!” Jungkook yelled out, protecting you from the impact, as your body swung forward. 

Eyes squeezed shut, your hands trembled in fear. He hit someone. You hit someone. Fidgeting with your seatbelt you desperately tried to get out and help the crouched man on the ground. He wasn’t bleeding but his skin looked burnt. 

“Y/n!” Jungkook jerked you back, tightening his hold on your arm as he pressed on the pedal. 

“What are you doing? We have to go back!” you yelled with a furrowed gaze. 

“Jungkook!” you threw a few hits at his chest, reaching for the steering wheel as the car swerved along the bumpy road. 

“Enough!”

You couldn’t recognize him. He never raised his voice at you. Barely ever argued. But, now, Jungkook felt so distant. So cold. 

“Fine.” you whispered, digging your nails into your palms. It felt like a nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from. Stuck in a maze of despair, robbed of peace and the possibility that it was all in your head. That none of it was real. 

But it was. And, it would only get worse. 

Unlocking his front door, Jungkook stepped aside, letting you go first, hesitant with his touch. Furrowed gaze fixated on the ground, his head hung low, heavy with thoughts. Tucking onto the ankle straps of your heels you hissed out of frustration, vision blurring in and out of focus. 

“I can do it myself.” you scoffed, as he bent down to help. You didn’t mean to sound rude but there’s only so much one can endure before the sun sets. It was exhausting. 

“I know you can but let me,” he muttered softly.

And, for a moment there was silence. No words were exchanged. No one knew what to say. Feared that something else would go wrong. But your eyes, they were screaming. 

“Koo?” you whispered, caressing his cheek as he inched closer, burying his face into the warmth of your palm. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook blurted, gripping your dress. 

You weren’t his first love but you were his first love. And, he promised to always keep you safe, fight for the beating of your heart until the air was stripped away from his lungs. But, he failed. 

“I’m sorry for letting you get hurt” his voice was quiet, shaky. Glossy eyes looking up at your trembling lips. 

“Baby, you saved me.” you exclaimed softly, pulling him into your embrace, feeling the tension in his body slowly dissipate. 

“Nothing happened, right?” he whispered into your skin. 

“Nothing,” you said hushly. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

To be honest, you didn’t remember what happened. Only the scars remained witness, your body painted like a canvas with purple hues of abuse. But, nothing happened, right? 

“How do you know about the baby?” you questioned with an arched brow, trying your best to stay afloat as Jungkook inched closer. 

“Oh, y/n, you always underestimated the power of a small town. News here spreads faster than wildfire.” he grinned, resting his hands on your waist before your back hit the concrete. 

That night, when you layed on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, the puzzle pieces began to come together. Something did happen. Something that didn’t belong to Jungkook. You were raped and on very thin ice with your father who was ready to kick you out of the house if you didn’t oblige his threats. The ones that entailed getting rid of the baby, and clearing up the family name. But, you couldn’t bear to lose someone so close, so innocent. 

So, you didn’t. You hid the pregnancy from everyone. Of course, your mom knew but you didn’t want to risk getting her into trouble with your father, whose behaviour worsened with each fight. Completely unhinged, he couldn’t be stopped.

But, when he slammed you against the kitchen cabinet while you stood in front of your mother’s trembling body you finally felt it. The striking pain in your abdomen that travelled up your pelvis and into your back. The pooling of blood that rolled down your leg, marking your clothes with the loss of your baby. And every day since then, you wondered. Wondered what life would feel like without the constant longing to be whole again. 

“And, hey, thanks for this,” Jungkook teased with a sly wink, parading the dove necklace Mr. Kim gifted you for your graduation. 

“Give it back Jungkook, this isn’t funny.” you snapped, reaching for his hand before his hold on your waist tightened, pulling you in. 

“You stole something from me, now it’s my turn,” he rasped against your ear, nibbling on the soft skin. Inches apart, his heavy gaze flickered down to your lips. 

“Hmm, I haven’t swam in a while but I think I can make the team, right captain?” Jungkook glanced up, searching your furrowed expression. 

Unfortunately, he did make the team. If you couldn’t tell already, he was a crowd favourite. Always managed to get what he wanted, even with minimal effort. Simply put, life just seemed to work out for Jungkook. 

So, when the team went on to win the Nationals your coach decided to splurge and take everyone out for the weekend. Nothing special. Just a trip to the next town over. He rented a bus, but if you had a ride you could just meet everyone there. Sadly, both your mom and Mr. Kim were busy with work and Taehyung closed the door on you when you asked, so that seemed like a hard pass.

“Damn, Mr. Lim couldn't wait till sunrise?” your friend teased as the two of you waited by the school entrance. It was just shy of 7 am, but the sky was grey and foggy. 

“That's what I'm saying. I couldn't even sleep yesterday,” you scoffed, feeling the puffiness around your eyes. Something about the little getaway fueled your nervous system to stay alert the whole night. Was it excitement? Fear?Anxiousness? Only time will tell. 

“It's fine, in about 5 minutes we should already be hitting the road. And, hey, I brought the book you asked for,” she exclaimed, digging through her bag. 

“Nice! Fair warning though, I will be taking my beauty slumber as soon as we get on or else I might just die,” the two of you chuckled before collecting your stuff noticing the bus turn into the school parking lot. 

Heading up the stairs you were welcomed by an older gentleman. 

“Hel-” his words were cut off by the shouting outside. 

“Y/n!” 

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” you giggled awkwardly, turning back to see who was making all that noise.

“Y/n, get in. I'll drive.” Jungkook urged with no hesitation, patting the passenger seat. 

“That's not necessary,” you scoffed, arms crossed over your chest. 

“That wasn't a question.” a sly grin covered his face. 

Parking his Mercedes in front of the bus, you looked back at the old man who was busy checking in the other students to notice Jungkook’s stubborn act. Well, shit. 

“Fine.” you muttered, ushering him to open the trunk.

As promised, you fell asleep almost immediately, suppressing the daunting feeling inside your chest. Jungkook didn’t mind, and kept as quiet as possible, reclining your seat before covering you with his jacket. It was better that the two of you didn’t speak. This gave him the perfect opportunity to look at you without being threatened. 

The drive was supposedly only 4 hours, but the rain lengthened the process. 

“Hhmm?” you flinched from the sound of hail hitting the glass window. 

“Sleep well?” Jungkook whispered, glancing at your drowsy eyes. 

“Yeah,” you muttered, stretching your back. 

“Are you hungry? We will have to stop at a motel, it’s too dangerous to drive.” 

“Alright. Let me just text Yuri then,” you said, unzipping your bag. 

“No need, I already let Mr. Lim know,” he winked, pulling into the parking lot. 

Mother Nature was pissed and decided to take it out on all of us. So, it wasn’t long until the two of you were drenched from head to toe. 

“Quickly, let’s go!” Jungkook exclaimed, grabbing your hand before locking the car. 

The place wasn’t brand new, per se, but it served its purpose. As soon as you walked in, you were welcomed by what could only be described as a parade of taxidermy deer heads mounted onto the wall with a complimentary coffee station by the corner. 

“I'll be right with you!” a female voice echoed from the back room. 

Glancing at the water dripping down your face Jungkook chuckled, pulling you in to wipe the excess with his sleeve. 

“You okay?” he hummed, levelling his head until your eyes met. 

“Cold,” you muttered, nibbling on your lip before turning him back towards the front desk. 

“Right, so sorry for the wait. What can I do for you, dear?” an older woman exclaimed with a soft smile. 

“Oh, no worries at all! We’re just looking for a room for the night,” Jungkook explained, pulling out his wallet. 

“Of course! Are you two a couple by any chance?” she giggled, dimples popping out on both cheeks as your mouth dropped. 

“Oh, n-” you scoffed before his glare pierced through you. 

“Shhh, let her finish, love,” 

“Well, it’s just that Saturdays are usually our couple specials. You get a 30% discount!” she clapped, admiring what you assumed she thought to be the epitome of young love standing in front of her. 

“Lucky us, then,” Jungkook clapped as well, inching your stiff body closer to make it more believable.

“Go us!” you smiled awkwardly, patting his chest before whispering something in his ear. Don’t get too excited. 

Placing a gentle peck on your forehead he grabbed the bags, following the sweet lady towards your room. 

“Alrighty, here it is! If you need anything I’m just a call away.” 

“Thank you!” the two of you said in unison, unlocking the door. 

One bed. 

“So, how is it?” Jungkook asked, laying out his jacket on the cabinet to dry. 

“You’re sleeping on the floor.” a teasing chuckle escaped your parted lips. 

“The rain will stop soon. I doubt we’ll even need the bed,” he said, running his fingers through his hair. 

“What? We wasted all that money for nothing?”  

“Well, first of all, I paid. And, we got a discount, remember?” 

“I'm sorry. I'll pay you back,” your gaze lowered from the sudden guilt, fingers fidgeting with your rings. 

“Are you kidding? I would pay triple to spend more time with you,” his tone was genuine, pupils dilated at your timid state. 

“Jungkook,” you whispered. 

“If only you knew how much I missed it,” he tilted his head back on the wall, nibbling on his lip ring. 

“What?” 

“Hearing you say my name,”

“I thought we hated each other,” you muttered, folding your hands over your chest.

“You did. I just loved the thrill of it,” 

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss it too. In hindsight, your feelings were always suppressed but obvious to the naked eye. To his eyes. However, just because you miss something, doesn’t mean you have to go back. Sometimes, the door is better off closed. Hidden deep in your subconscious mind, buried under a pile of broken promises. 

“I’m going to shower.” you blurted in a hurry, walking past him to avoid the thoughts running through your head. 

The water was cold no matter which way the faucet turned, so you had to be quick unless catching hypothermia was on the list of things Mr. Lim wanted you to experience over this trip. If so, then you were ahead of the game. 

Wrapping yourself with a towel you washed off your makeup, combing your hair with a detangling brush before getting startled by the swinging of the door, hitting your side. 

“Hey! I wasn’t done.” 

“Sorry, it’s cold,” Jungkook whined, welcoming himself in. 

“Did you try putting on a shirt?” you scoffed, eyeing his naked chest before his furrowed gaze caught you red-handed. 

“It’s wet, smartass. And, I didn’t want to put new clothes on before showering.” 

“Well, go stand over there and face the wall,”

“Are you shy?” he teased, leaning on the counter. 

“Well, I’m not comfortable.” you hissed, tightening the fabric around your body. 

“I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, y/n,” Jungkook grinned, eyes squeezed shut as if reminiscing the good old days. 

“You don’t have to remind me. I'll be taking that sin to the grave,” 

But it was too late. Lips inches apart, your chest heaved up from the intensity of his heavy gaze, eyeing your form from top to bottom. Tilting your chin with his fingers, he leaned closer. 

“We can’t,” you blurted, hands hovering over his chest. 

“No?” he glanced at your scattering eyes, pressing your palm against his burning skin. 

“What about Soojin?” 

“What about her?” 

“Seems like you guys were hitting it off pretty well,” you hissed, looking past his glare. 

“Meh … not my type,” Jungkook scoffed, eyes flickering down your lips.

“Oh, really?” 

“Why? Was y/n jealous?” he said with a sly grin, tracing his fingers up your thigh. 

“Soojin, is not your type? Ha! Hard to believe when she was all over you a few days ago.” your tone was low, annoyed at the whole thing. You were jealous. Fine. Whatever. Moving right along. 

“Hmm, is that so? Then what does that say about us? If I leave a trail of kisses down your neck, does that mean you're my type?” he whispered in your ear, pulling your body onto the counter before finding himself between your legs. 

“I'm not your type,” you chuckled, ignoring the obvious tension. 

“I could've been a dad by now and you're questioning if you're my type? Really?” Jungkook teased, resting his forehead on yours.  

“Jungkook, the baby wasn’t yours.” you said firmly, palms holding his face to make sure he was paying attention. 

“But, it was yours. And, what’s yours is mine. Isn’t that right?” he winked, fingers intertwined with yours. Then it happened. The long-awaited kiss. And, although you knew this wasn’t the best of your decisions, you didn’t mind revisiting this door, at least for the time being.

Until that night. The night in the forest. When a locked door was the only thing separating you and Jungkook. 

“Call him. Let's see if he actually cares,” you could see the grin smear across the man’s masked face, as your blood-shot eyes swelled with tears. 

Hands tied behind your back, you watched him press the call button, turning the phone towards you before resting his knife right under your chin. 

“Jungkook!” you cried out with a shaky voice.

Ring Ring 

“Oh, shit, where’s my phone,” Jungkook exclaimed, patting his pockets before reaching for the glove compartment. 

“What the fuck?”

His eyes widened. It was you. Rather, snapshots of you. One’s that he had no recollection of taking. But, they looked strange. As if you also weren’t aware of them being captured. 

Call from 647-568-0349. Call from y/n-ie❤️ 

An automated voice broadcasted through the speaker system set up in his garage.

“Y/n?” Jungkook yelled out, bolting towards the locked door. 

“Jungkook … please …” you whimpered, feeling the tip of the knife poke into your skin as your chest heaved up.   

“What the fuck? Why won’t it open?” Jungkook growled, fidgeting with the knob before banging on the wooden door. But, no one was home. 

“Please … please … pick up.”

Running back into his car, he turned on the engine, scattering eyes looking back at the empty driveway until the garage door began closing on its own. 

And within seconds, he was trapped. No way in or out. But, the engine was still on, running inside the confined space. Gaseous fumes slowly intoxicating the air he was forced to breathe. 

“Fucking hell.” Jungkook coughed, covering his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie. 

“Please …” you kept trying, hoping to hear his sweet voice on the other line. Completely naive to the carbon monoxide that was now spreading through his lungs. 

“Help!” he cried out, feeling the tightness in his throat. 

“Jungk-” you gasped, widened eyes glaring back at the masked man. 

“Tsk … what a shame.” he sneered, ending the call abruptly before piercing through the phone.

“Oh, angel, it’s okay. We can wait if you wish. Hopefully, his lungs don’t collapse,” he rasped against your hair, cold touch sending shivers down your back as you felt your heart sink.

𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 | J.JK

— part 2

— pairing | fem!oc x dealer!jjk

— summary | always giving out free shit to his favorite customer

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

smut, bickering, cussing, drugs🍃, plug jk, dirty talk, belittling, pussy eating, protected sex, porn making, friends with benefits(?), etc

— word count | 2.09k words

— song suggestion | everyday — ariana grande

“I can’t believe this man is really out here waiting outside like this.” Y/n groaned to herself.

She was meeting him once again for pre rolls, some dispos, and enough weed for her and her best friends.

Usually for anyone else it would be a bit strange for a plug to show up at their front door but Jungkook seemed very comfortable doing so.

Unluckily for her, she was very close to the plug.

He had been pulling up to her place everytime she wanted something. And he was more than happy to do it.

She was wearing a pink low cut top with a matching mini skirt. Her makeup was done up nice and her hair was curled to perfection.

She didn’t have much plans for the day. However, knowing that she was ordering from Jungkook, she knew she had to look somewhat presentable.

It’s not like she had to try too hard, she was gorgeous naturally. She had a body people would kill for and a face many would pay to even resemble.

“Hey mama.” The man bit his lip, checking her out at the doorstep.

“I don’t see anything.” Y/n looked at both of his hands and his front pockets. “Jungkook I swear if—“

“You’re already bugging.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I have it. A ‘hey’ would’ve been nice.” He stepped into her home.

“And it would’ve been nice to ask to come in.” She shut the door behind him.

“You’re so so pretty but your mouth—“ He exhaled. “You’re annoying.”

“Yet I’m your favoriteee customer.” She teased.

“Hell no. You’re not my favorite.” He shook his head, walking over to her counter, tossing everything he brought on there.

“Oh really?” She cocked her eyebrow. “You’re such a liar.”

“Psh- Why would I lie?” He looked over at her. “You’re honestly my least favorite.”

She could laugh. “Least favorite?”

“You heard me mama.” He shook his head. “You’re so annoying, rude, and you don’t even pay me.”

“I don’t pay you because you’re always tryna fuck.” She rolled her eyes at his insults.

“Trying to?” He laughed. “You act like I’m not successful every time.”

Wasn’t a lie. He was even laying it down when she didn’t order from him.

“You’re so annoying.” She groaned.

“I’m annoying? You texted me to drop off your shit and gave me attitude the second I came in!” He argued.

Also true.

That was their dynamic. Always having petty arguments as their way of flirting with each other. It was annoying but also very entertaining for the both of them.

“Oh my gosh. You’re already starting something.” She shook her head. “Go fucking change so we can watch a movie.”

“No way.” Jungkook fake gasped, touching his heart. “You’re letting me spend the night again mama? I’m so honored!”

“I hate you.”

༊—

“No way.” Jungkook’s jaw dropped at the sight of the scene on TV.

Jungkook and Y/n had been sharing a blunt on her couch and were heavily tuned into That 70s Show.

They had been watching the show together since the beginning of him coming over.

The two were cuddled up, Y/n stroking his hair as they watched the show.

It was the scene in which Jackie and Hyde had been secretly hooking up over the summer, and no one was as shocked as Jungkook.

Y/n had watched the series more than once, and seeing Jungkook’s reaction had her weak with laughter.

“That was so unexpected.” He announced. “But honestly, I’ve been thinking they looked good together.”

“Told you.” She shook her head.

“You didn’t tell me shit!” He turned over to her.

“Whatever.” She took another hit of the shared blunt.

“Pass it to me.”

“No.”

“Damnit woman.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re so fucking irritating but you’re so hot.”

“Awe. You’re such a sweetheart.” She answered sarcastically.

“Keep fucking playing with me.” He stared her down. “Been giving me attitude all night. I’ll straighten that out so fast.”

“The fuck you will.” She replied with an attitude once again.

“Oh wow.” Jungkook turned his attention to the TV, chuckling to himself.

“Okay.” He rubbed behind his neck. “Put the blunt down.”

“But—“

“I said put it down. You got your high. Just being greedy.”

She obeyed him after noticing his demanding tone of voice. He grabbed her remote, turning up the TV.

“Kiss me baby” He leaned in, easily earning a kiss from her.

“Pretty lips.” He pulled away before grabbing the back of her neck with his tattooed hand, crashing her lips back onto his.

She kissed him back willfully, smacking her lips repeatedly against his.

“So pretty.” He mumbled against them. “But that mouth is disgusting. Gotta fix that.”

He spit in her mouth, going back in and kissing her more aggressively.

Moving the couch pillow behind her head, he laid her down on the furniture.

He slid up her skirt, moving her panties to the side with his teeth.

“Not even apologizing,” He made a ‘tsk’ sound with his mouth. “I got some for you.”

He used his left hand to grab onto her breast, and used his right hand to hold her hips down.

His face was immediately hovering her cunt. His mouth was already watering at the sight, spitting and drooling on it.

Although it made her feel good, eating pussy was one of Jungkook’s main sources of pleasure.

Especially hers.

He’s never craved something so badly.

They weren’t dating. They never discussed anything of the sort. They were young and didn’t want to waste time with the labels.

But he would be damned if he had to share this woman.

The two did have their rocky and dysfunctional relationship but he was very happy to be around her.

Always smirking to himself whenever she texted. Hoping she’d ask him to stay longer. Following her on his damn plug account.

He had some other customers that were attractive women, but from the beginning she’s been his favorite. No one else got all the perks like she did.

She was a whiny moaning mess. Jungkook hadn’t even tasted her yet.

“Jungkook, please.” She begged. “Can’t wait like this.”

"I know, baby, I know. It's been too long." He leans in, his breath ghosting over her skin for just a moment before his lips press against her clit.

Her legs immediately squirmed at the feel of his mouth. She could hardly move due to him holding her down.

Grinning, he moves his tongue around her clit, sucking and nibbling at it.

He moves one of his arms to keep her leg in place, while the other one moves upwards, slipping two fingers inside her.

"All that attitude for what?" He asks through muffled groans.

He smirks against her skin, moving his fingers in and out slowly. He starts flicking his tongue over her clit faster, adding a third finger as he matches the rhythm with his tongue.

“You’re bitching at me the moment I get through the damn door. Now look at you.” He chuckled against her clit. “Apologize.”

“I— mm— Fu— I’m”

“Can’t speak?” Jungkook suddenly stopped, pulling out his fingers and moving from her heat since he knew she was close.

“Jungkook!” She groaned. “You can’t do me like this right now.”

“I can’t?” He laughed. “Oh I can. You can give me attitude all damn day but you want me to reward you by letting you cum already?” He scoffed.

“Ugh!” She groaned in frustration.

“Turn around.” Jungkook was already tearing a condom open with his mouth. “Ass up face down.”

She got into position like ordered. Jungkook moved the hair from her face so he could have a better view of her.

“Oh fuck yes.” Jungkook had the sight of her ass all to himself. “Don’t even know how you made it fit in that tight little skirt.”

He was checking her out. He did this everytime. Her body was perfection and way better than any of the models he had seen on Instagram.

“Can you do me a favor mama?” He leaned forward, “I wanna to do something with you.”

“What is it?” She asked, desperate to get fucked already.

“Lemme record.” He tapped her ass, almost fainting at the recoil. “Please?”

“Yeah.” She reached over, grabbing her phone and handing it to him.

“My dirty girl.” He chuckled. “Knew you’d be down.” He took a hit of the dispo the two had on the couch.

He doesn't hesitate as he opens the camera app on her phone and starts recording. He positions himself behind her, lining his cock up with her entrance.

“Oh fuck.” He cussed as he slid in, the camera flash capturing their synchronized gasps as he slid inside her.

“Fuck, you have to watch this video later.” His mouth hung open at the sight.

“Mm— Jungkook” She hummed, “Fuck baby”

“Come on mama.” He slapped her ass. “Make this video good yeah? Bounce on this dick for me.”

She fucked herself on his cock, making her eyes rolled back with each bounce.

He grips her hips as he starts thrusting in and out of her, picking up the pace as he fucks her hard.

“Always so fucking tight” He groaned. “But you’re so fucking wet. How does that work?”

“Mm” She whined. “Jungkook you’re too fucking big.”

“You take it don’t you?” He slapped her ass. “So fucking pretty. Especially when you’re high.”

Her ass clapped against him, the sounds of her moans and her ass driving him off the edge.

They were panting, equally putting in the work to get each other off.

“Been dying to fuck you since you texted me this morning mama.” He spoke to her. “Huge tits, fat ass, and pretty face is just what I needed.”

She could cum with his words alone. She loved how he smoke to her and how vocal he was.

“Fuck” He groaned, pulling out with a loud ‘pop’ sound.

“Jungkook!” Y/n whined in irritation.

He stopped filming, shutting off the phone and tossing it to the side.

“Sorry mama. Gotta fuck you missionary.” He apologized, smacking her ass before flipping her over on her back. “Wanna cum while I look at your face.”

“Can I take it off mama?” Jungkook pouted cutely, pecking her cheek. “Pleaseee”

“No. I still don’t trust you.” Y/n shook her head. “Over here tryna bend the rules.”

She was very strict on Jungkook wearing a condom. She heard all sorts of rumors about the women he had been with and she was not taking any chances.

“I don’t know why. You know rumors aren’t always true.” He shook his head.

“Do you want pussy or not?” She threatened.

“Fine fine” He gave in.

He wanted her to know she was the only girl he was with but, it was too soon to deal with the sappy shit when all they were doing was fucking.

He slipped back in her, stretching her out once again.

He went back to his pace, snapping his hips inside of her while she arched her back at the impact.

Jungkook couldn’t stop staring at her breasts bouncing up and down as he fucked her.

His shaft throbs as he watches her come undone on his cock, tits bouncing wildly. He's almost there just from the sight.

“Mm fuck Jungkook.” She moaned out his name repeatedly.

Their energy was lower because of the weed but their sexual urges were at an all time high.

Jungkook reached over, circling over her clit with his thumb. “Feels good huh mama? You take it so good.”

He was growing closer to his edge.

The double stimulation with the weed still highly active in her system made her go insane.

“Look so fucking pretty like that baby.” He cooed. “My prettiest and favorite customer for sure.”

His thrusts become more frantic, his balls slapping against her ass with each one.

“Jungkook I’m— I need to cum” She whined desperately, barely able to let out a single sentence.

He rubbed her clit more intensely before she came all over his cock, panting at the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jungkook came shortly after, pulling out pumping himself until he came all over her stomach.

The two panted together, staying still for a moment to catch their breaths.

“F-Fuck. I’ll clean us up.” He said, still trying to get to his breath.

“Let’s just run a shower.” She replied. “P-Please”

He agreed. He cleaned up what he could before the two stood up of her couch.

“So…” She trailed off. “You admitted I was your favorite customer.”

“Goddamnit Y/n.”